#you guys are gonna be feasting soon (hopefully)

[green-crocs12]

idiots in love (nami already hates them)

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

Hey, everyone! Here's the second half of chapter 2!

First half

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59131027/chapters/150801898#workskin

Chapter 2: Two Skeletons Walk Into Town...

The next morning started out just like any other day; quiet, with not much going on. However, this time, the residents of Snowdin had something new to talk about. Who were these mysterious skeletons? Where did they come from? It's like they just showed up out of thin air or something!

Neither skeleton brother was oblivious to the gossip. It's clear that they were the first people to move to Snowdin in a long time. And they both knew that, being the only skeleton monsters, they stand out from the crowd in more ways than one.

Papyrus adored the clout he and his brother got. Perhaps, he thinks, this would be a fine opportunity to make friends! Yesterday's attempts had... less than satisfactory results, but today, The Great Papyrus will make lots of friends! He's sure of it! Someone's bound to like him, right? It's not going to be like the last time he tried to make friends in his town... right??? Yes! Because The Great Papyrus is the coolest, friendliest monster around, and soon enough, he will get the respect and admiration he deserves!

After the whole fiasco yesterday, Sans expected there to be some gossip. Just not THIS much gossip. But hey, he can run with this. It's not weird to talk about the new neighbours, it's normal. Walking through Snowdin Town... He's just a normal guy living a normal life, nothing weird going on here... Don't think about it too much. Don't think about it.

Don't.

Don't.

D o n ' t .

Sans stopped in his tracks. Where was he going again? Oh, yeah. He was exploring. Gosh, he really needed to get out of his head sometimes. Even though there are some things that are fun to think about. Like penguin horses. And whoopie cushions.

There he goes again. Maybe some food can help with his overactive mind. He turns to his side. Coincidentally, he appeared to be outside the only restaurant in town. Grillby's, it was called. Sans silently wonders if this "Grillby" makes some good food. He must do. He can see that it's rather busy inside. Looks like a typical bar. Sans likes bar food. This place looks really promising. Welp, let's see if it lives up to the hype. The curious skeleton tentatively opens the door, ready to feast on some (hopefully) delicious food.

Upon first glance, Sans can already tell what the atmosphere of the place is. It's warm, inviting, and full of friendly faces. Faces... Many different faces. So many to differentiate. So many to learn. Right. Okay, so far so good. Time to make an impression on these people. That'll keep his mind on track for sure.

As he walks, Sans makes sure to be subtle, but at the same time, imposing. Puff out his chest, look as intimidating as possible... He can't help but chuckle inside every time he plays up the "deep and mysterious" act. It always gets people going. Everyone has eyes on him. Ooh, boy. This is exciting! He's so gonna get everyone with this!

Grillby and his patrons stare at this strange skeleton with incredulous looks on their faces. Who was he to walk in like he owns the place? Their suspicion only multiplies tenfold when they spot this mysterious skeleton sat at the very back, right in front of Grillby's face. That look in his eyes... The tension in this room is palpable. There's a sense of agreement in this room that this is a skeleton you do NOT want to mess with. Even Grillby himself is intrigued by this mysterious monster that's glaring at him with such empty eye sockets...

The fish monster sat right next to the intimidating figure speaks up. "H-Hey... Grillbz asked you about your... order?"

The enigmatic skeleton closes his eyes and leans back on his stool, but not so far back that he's about to fall off.

"M y o r d e r ?"

Inside, Sans is delighted by their reactions. It's PRICELESS. Welp... The moment of truth.

Like a flip had switched, Sans opens his eyes, eyelights bigger and brighter than ever. His demeanour became less serious and more relaxed, even cheery. Knowing that this is his first time here, Sans had the perfect joke... "i'll just have my usual."

A pregnant pause. Then a chuckle. Then came uproarious laughter. Sans, you son of a gun, you did it again. Ahh, he'd relish in these moments forever if he had the chance. Gosh, he loves doing this. Even Grillby's impressed!

Overall, Sans' first trip to Grillby's exceeded expectations. The atmosphere was pleasant, the people were nice, and the food was great too! Too bad he couldn't pay for it. Luckily, Grillby let Sans keep a tab. Sans hopes to himself that he doesn't end up making this whole "tab" thing a habit. That wouldn't look very good on his part.

Papyrus had done it! He created the most brilliant plan to earn the respect of everyone in Snowdin and make friends! He stands proudly at his makeshift stage. Sure, it was made out of rotting crates he found in the river, but the rot was barely noticeable with a few splashes of paint! It looked beautiful from where he stood. And he's 102% sure it will look even MORE beautiful with his performance.

Papyrus looks down at the scrap paper he wrote the lyrics down on. It's just a matter of memorising, and The Great Papyrus is the best at memorising! (Not like his forgetful brother, who sometimes forgot to charge his phone before leaving the house. And he wonders why it always runs out of battery. Seriously, you can never rely on Sans to pick up the phone because he always forgets to charge it! How does that skeleton even function?) And he even picked out the BEST track for this song! It's none other than the song Sans created for him on their Sweet Sixteenth! This song has to be special, and Bonetrousle was the most specialest of songs, as it was made specifically to showcase what Papyrus is like on the inside! Once the residents of Snowdin hear his song, they'll be flocking to him, practically begging him to be their friend! And of course, Papyrus would say YES! And they can all have a dance party, celebrating their newfound friendship! Ah, yes... The perfect plan! Now all Papyrus has to do is... actually perform it.

"WELL... IF THERE'S ANYTHING I'M EXCEPTIONAL AT, IT'S THE ART OF PERFORMANCE!!" The flamboyant skeleton poses as he laughs. "NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!! OH, I CAN SEE IT NOW! EVERYONE IN SNOWDIN SHALL WATCH MY PERFORMANCE! THEY WILL BE BEDAZZLED BY MY EXPERTLY CRAFTED LYRICS AND GRACEFUL, INTRICATE DANCE MOVES!! THEY WILL ASK TO BE MY "FRIEND"? AND THEY'LL GIVE ME ALL THE HUGS AND KISSES AND WE WILL BE THE BEST OF FRIENDS!! OH, PAPYRUS, YOU CLEVER, SLY FOX, YOU!!!"

The would-be performer dramatically takes out a boombox and a tape, lovingly labelled "Bonetrousle" in red marker (alongside some doodles of skulls with sunglasses and bones with hearts). He places the tape in and rewinds it, ready to play.

"PHEW... OKAY, PAPYRUS. YOU'RE COOL... GREAT, EVEN! YOU GOT THIS..."

This is silly, Papyrus thinks. He doesn't need a pep talk! He's The Great Papyrus! He's doing this! He's doing this!!!

...

Why is he sweating?! He can't afford to be nervous now! He's never gotten stage fright before (total lie), he's not going to start now!

Swallowing his (totally no) fears, Papyrus leaps onto his makeshift stage and (shakily) presses the play button. Bonetrousle starts playing.

"HELLO, PEOPLE OF SNOWDIN!!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE A SPECIAL SONG FOR YOU!!!"

(Are you ready for this Undertale throwback?)

ATTENTION, MONSTERS! MY NAME IS PAPYRUS,

I'M A SKELETON MADE WITH MAGIC, BONES AND LOTS OF COOL!

IF YOU NEED PROOF, THEN LOOK AT MY BICEPS,

BECAUSE THEY'RE WEARING SUNGLASSES, AND THAT CLEARLY MEANS I RULE!

(It's working! Everyone's paying attention! This is great! Also within the crowd is Sans, who just stepped outside of Grillby's and wanted to watch his brother perform. He looks... very proud, actually!)

MY EPIC SKILLS ARE UNRIVALLED WHEN IT COMES TO,

SURVIVAL SKILLS, PUZZLES, DANCE, AND MAGIC, WHETHER MY ATTACKS ARE SHORT OR THEY ARE LONG,

(The crate Papyrus is standing on begins to give way, which ends up with him getting his foot stuck between two planks. That's gotta hurt, but he keeps singing anyway. The show must go on!)

AND NOT A SINGLE CREATURE HAS SURVIVED MY BLUE-

"hey, you just got your foot stuck."

SANS, DON'T INTERRUPT MY SONG!!!!

IT TAKES A SPECIAL KIND OF PERFECTION JUST TO MATCH WHAT I HAVE BEEN WITHOUT EVER HAVING TRIED!!!

AND THAT WHY I WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT FRIEND!!

"say, aren't you tryna make some?"

HEY, THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LIED!!!

SO IF YOU THINK THAT WE CAN PALS, THEN YOU BETTER BE PREPARED FOR IMMENSE AMOUNTS OF FUN!

AND THAT'S THE GREAT PAPYRUS IN ALL OF HIS GLORY!

"hey, did you know that i made this song?"

"SANS!!!"

"what?"

"STOP PLAGUING MY NUMBER WITH INCIDENTAL LYRICS!!!"

"hey, i thought it sounded pretty good."

"WELL, I THOUGHT IT SOUNDED LIKE 'NOT PAPYRUS!' WHICH IS THE WORST KIND OF SOUND TO BE! BESIDES, I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING HERE!!! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT I'M TRYING TO DO HERE?!"

Sans looks down remorsefully. "oh... sorry, then.

"THAT'S OKAY, SANS! I ALREADY FORGAVE YOU!" The truth is, despite all the teasing, Papyrus can't stay truly mad at Sans for too long. Even though he totally interrupted his foolproof plan.

One of the rabbits in the crowd pipes up. "Hey, um... The music's still playing."

"OH, OF COURSE!!!" Papyrus tries feebly to reach the boombox, but it's just about out of his reach thanks to his foot being stuck inside the crate. Curse you, rotting wood! "SANS, HELP!!! TURN IT OFF!!!"

"yup. i got it." Sans, casually as ever, reaches over and turns off the boombox.

"PHEW!"

After a slight pause, one of the bears in the crowd claps. And then another monster starts clapping. And then another. And another. Until the whole crowd is clapping for Papyrus. Oh, happy days! Papyrus can finally find friends at last! He frantically pulls his foot out of the wood and limps to the audience, arms open wide!

...

The crowd disperses before he could reach them. Well... It wasn't the first time that happened, Papyrus thinks.

"...DID YOU SEE THAT, SANS?"

Sans was too busy throwing dirty looks at the crowd. How dare they turn down his brother like that! But whatever, Papyrus needs him now. "huh?"

"THEY... LIKED ME!!!" The tall brother stomps his foot in sheer delight! He hasn't felt this happy since... Well, since he saw their new house yesterday! "THEY LIKED MY PERFORMANCE!!! THEY CLAPPED!!! THEY APPLAUDED ME, DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

Sans nods. Even though he can tell the residents are still wary of Papyrus, he's glad to see that his brother is making progress. "yup."

"TODAY, A ROUND OF APPLAUSE! TOMORROW, A ROUND OF HUGS!!! AND NEXT WEEK... A SHOWER OF KISSES!!!"

"sounds great."

Papyrus' excited stomping had not slowed down a bit. "OH, I'M SO GLAD WE MOVED TO SNOWDIN!!! THIS WAS THE BEST DECISION OF OUR LIVES!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

The small skeleton can't help but chuckle at Papyrus' pure joy. What can he say, it's infectious! "yeah. sorry i interrupted your song."

"ALL IS FORGIVEN, SANS!! I'M JUST HAPPY THINGS ARE FINALLY LOOKING UP FOR US!!" He glances off to the side, seemingly remembering something. Something he never wants to remember. Whatever, it's all in the past now.

Sans chuckles. "you know... i bet that performance left them very..."

Oh, Papyrus KNOWS this is just gonna kill the mood. "WHAT. SANS."

"pfft... bonetrousled."

Instead of a screech, Papyrus responds with an exaggerated sigh. Never in a million years will Papyrus admit out loud that he enjoys bantering with his brother like this.

"YOU'RE SUCH A NUMBSKULL, SANS!"

"why? cuz i've been out in the cold?"

"NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

Overall, first impressions were... a bit shaky. But Papyrus is positive that he and Sans will thrive in Snowdin, more than anywhere else they've been before. After all, they are the masters of their own destiny, and who knows what tomorrow will bring? Maybe Papyrus will finally make a true friend. Maybe Sans will actually help him get supplies for their new house! ...Yeah, if only. Either way, Papyrus knows that he's going to enjoy it here in Snowdin. He can feel it in his bones.

[clownngore]

Im in a rambling mood so yall gonna get more info dump

This one is about Grimm regarding holidays, which is a funny sentence

Each God of Hallownest have some kind of special holiday associated with them, usually to honour that specific deity and ask for their blessing and such. Like for White Lady it would be like a sort of harvest fest celebrating the life she gives being the god of harvest and fertility, basically all making a bunch of food from the crops she blessed and enjoying each others company, and for Unn its when the people of greenpath give offering to show their gratitude for the life given to them.

For PK im not quite sure what his holiday would be like other than ‘this guy gave us brains yippee!!’

But anyways, this aint about him this is about grimm

Grimm is literally the Halloween guy, so it would make sense that Hallownest’s version of Halloween ( probably named similarly to Nightmare Night but something else since mlp took that name already ).

Grimm’s whole deal is that he goes to broken kingdoms or just terrible kingdoms in general to consume nightmare essence to both feed the nightmare heart and keep himself alive, basically invading dreams and scaring them senseless to feast upon their fears. Being viewed as like a boogie man of sorts.

So to combat this people created a holiday in an attempt to please the nightmare heart and hopefully spare themselves from grimm showing up. Using the holiday as a sort of offering by everyone going around and scaring/pranking one another to keep Grimm and the Nightmare Heart fed. And while this were a holiday made in spite of Grimm to keep him away he finds it so very endearing, plus they practically doing his job for them so he cant complain.

Its a tradition for the people to make these sort of charms kinda like dream catchers to keep themselves safe from Grimm’s nightmares. They don’t work, at all, but Grimm finds it so amusing to just play along to this. Therefore people 100% believe that these charms actually work kinda like using a cross on a demon, but that demon is actually just fucking with you cuz its funny to em.

Since Grimm is seen as a boogieman of sorts especially on this night, parents usually twist Grimm’s legacy and story to scare kids into behaving ‘or else scarlet flames will soon flood your dreaaaamss’ , something like that. But in reality he never gets kids involved. If anything he’s fond of children, given that he has a strong parental instinct he were born with to prevent any of his previous reincarnations trying to kill their grimmchild in an attempt to live forever.

Overall, its his favourite night of the year, and with a night once dedicated to keeping Grimm away slowly turned to the more light hearted halloweeny night we’re more familiar with. Going around in costumes and spooking people , originally a very serious holiday now something done for fun since a lot of people dont believe in the tales of Grimm much anymore, unaware that he always keep a very close eyes on the celebrating bugs this time of year.

Halloween my beloved :)

[lucasfights]

Max vs. Another Contender (preview + betting guide)

F​uuuuuuuck, what a fight! Usually I know, and am confident going into these betting guides, but this one my friends, is a fight. Max Holloway, who is argueably the greatest Featherweight of all time, feasts on contenders. Yair, Kattar, Ortega. It's like there's Volk, then Max.. a huge border wall, and everyone else. Arnold Allen, at first glance, seems like he's in the same group as everyone else. The next guy who can't solve the Max puzzle. But as many of you already know, or will soon find out, the first glance is usually deceiving. Arnold Allen is a fucking beast. Does he have any great wins? Not really. How did he earn this shot at a #1 contender spot? A good decision win over Sadiq Yusuf, (which in my opinion is his best win) and wins over Calvin Kattar (doctor stoppage), and Dan Hooker (who should never be allowed to cut to Featherweight ever again). So why is this fight so tough to call? The kid's young, he looks better everytime he fights, he's well-rounded, he has power, and most importantly his head coach is my guy, Firas Zahabi. Soooo, will Arnold Allen solve the Max puzzle? I don't know, but I think he'll get as close as anyone ever has.

M​y prediction, Max Holloway in the 4th, but fuck it's gonna be a banger! Let's get into some bets.

T​he closest thing we're getting to a lock for a good price is 'Max Holloway + O 2.5 Rounds' at -110. Max Holloway will not stop Arnold Allen before the 3rd Round, Allen is tough, and durable, and Max has been infamously called pillow hands. Can he catch him? Yes, is it likely? No. I think Max finishes him, but not by lightning bolt. I think Max boxes Allen's face off, shrugs off a couple takedown attempts, gets Allen really tired, and puts him to bed late. If Max stops him late, or wins a decision, we cash, so this is my favorite bet of the night.

N​ext we have the fight going to a decision at -125. I think this is a great bet. My heart says Max stops him, but Max broke the record for significant strikes in the Kattar fight, and couldn't stop him. Conventional wisdom says if Max wins, it's in a decision. With this bet you also get an inspired Allen, wrestling, striking, outworking the older Max Holloway (who also doesn't get finished), and winning this war. At -125 it's almost even money, and it's most likely the way this fight is going to end.

I​f you think Allen wins, he has two routes to victory. Allen can outwork Holloway (in the former's first ever 5 round fight), go the distance, and win a decision (not extremely likely), or Allen can use his power, and striking ability to find Max's chin early, and get him out of there. Max rarely fights guys bigger than him, and Allen IS BIGGER than him. He's strong, and he'll be hungry, so if you like Allen take him at +375 to win inside the distance. Great odds for something that isn't too distant of a possibility.

A​nd last, but hopefully not least, my pick. If you want crazy odds, for a specific scenario, look no further then 'Max Holloway by TKO/KO or DQ in Round 4' at a whopping +1800. 10$ gets you 180$. So if Max lasts the first couple rounds, tires out Allen, and turns it on late, as Allen is fading this could hit. If I was a gambler, and didn't want a safe one, this is the bet i'd take. Way more likely then the odds are saying, so take advantage.

G​uys, regardless of the outcome this is going to be a great fight, if Allen is outclassed, he'll hang in there and make it a war. If Max finally meets his match, we'll see that dawg come out of him, making it a sluggfest. Any path this fight takes is going to be exciting, so bet responsibly, read the article twice, and enjoy the fight!

-​Freehoneyy

[selinakidreams]

Hello my love can i please request that you follow up on this lovely work of art you deposited in my ask box? Ty ty

oh oh oh what is this? the lovely carter (and val- in spirit) dropping in my inbox and requesting for me (???????) to write,,,,,,,,,,, I’m honored and will happily accept.

I am so so so so so sorry this took me so long to write,, it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks,,,, I hope this makes up for it 🥺 I tweaked it a bit and I think it works,,, better now ? hopefully !!

warnings: this is smutty, SLIGHT voyerism,  dubcon turned to con, p♥︎rn with like.. a dash of plot ? maybe ?, fem! reader, thigh riding, uh riding dick right after, LIGHT MENTIONS of fwb! Osamu,, ah ha haa — NO INCEST.

Dinners with the Miyas: a weekly tradition since... before you could remember. Once a week, you and your family would gather at the Miya’s house for a homemade feast.

In hindsight, it was a really nice way for two life-long best friends, both of your guys’ moms, and their loved ones to get together and catch up after a busy week- but as a girl dealing with a pair of twins a year older than herself, it was absolute hell. 

At first, you used to despise having to get properly dressed just to eat dinner with your family friends. All that effort and for what? You see them all the time at school already, what’s so special about coming together for dinner once a week? And honestly, you were just going to get dirtied up anyways. Their beautiful blooming garden was calling your name and who were you to deny it?

You’d often find yourself frolicking among the tall blades of grass and colorful flowers, the wind swaying the plants to and fro. It was so calming to sit and watch the bees buzz around and pollinate. Needless to say, this is the boys’ cue to come into the picture; they always ruined your fun. The twins started growing into... boys, meaning they were an absolute nuisance.

It all started on a gloomy day; it had rained a few hours prior to the meetup and the Miya’s garden was- of course- muddy, but you just couldn’t resist. You tried to be as careful as you could, especially after the continuous complaints from your mother about how dirty you were when you showed up to the dinner table, but somebody decided to sabotage that.

A cold, wet slab of goop slapped you square in the face. With eyes growing wide, you turned to the culprit. An obnoxious laugh left Atsumu Miya’s mouth and in the same breath managed to call you ugly. You didn’t know what to do besides look down; you felt tears prick your lash line and you didn’t want that bully of a boy to see you cry. When you lifted your gaze to find the back door to run to, you paused upon seeing more mud flying through the air- only it wasn’t at you this time. It’s target was Atsumu- the launcher, Osamu. Finishing the embarrassing blow, the twin pointedly said the same phrase that was spat at you, before turning to you and apologizing for his idiot brother’s actions. Needless to say, after that Osamu Miya became your knight in shining armor.

As the years pass, they started to come over to your house more. When the boys were in your room, they (mainly the more wide-eyed, now blonde-haired, insatiably curious one) poked and prodded where their gazes didn’t belong. Osamu always tried his hardest to reil his brother in, attempting to put things back and apologizing every once in a while.it was painfully easy to realize that your perspective about him about him shifted; The politeness. The calm. The sensibility. He was kind and considerate. Your view on Osamu began to change into something of want, and oddly enough, it wasn’t pure.

You and osamu grew closer in ways you weren’t expecting; he was your first sexual everything. First kiss, first touch, first fuck- and with every intimate moment you both shared, the level of respect and maturity was extremely high. There was only one issue, whatever one miya wanted, the other wanted it just as bad.

Atsumu’s gaze on you lasted longer and longer, his tricks were getting more and more perverse- anything he could do to cause a little mischief and ripen the sexual tension he began to build between the two of you. But even the kiddie wrestling matches, flipping up your skirt, and lingering touches became boring; none of his little teases seemed to satisfy him anymore.

He was jealous. He had to be. Osamu never boasted, much less muttered a single word about what you two did when you were alone but Atsumu wasn’t dumb. He knew one of the Miya’s were getting their dick wet and it certainly wasn’t him. He was becoming impatient, but to you, he seemed really on edge- so much so, that one night you found yourself in one of the most compromising positions with the honey-haired idiot.

The three of you were chatting about the twins’ most recent volleyball match in your room, waiting for your moms’ wine induced giggles to subside and finnish the food already.

With lit up eyes, Atsumu was boasting about how they’d achieved their first quick when Osamu pardoned himself so he could use the restroom. 

“AWHH ‘SAMU, YOURE GONNA MISS THE BEST PART.” Tsumu loudly whined. 

“i was there, idiot. just keep telling her the story, i’ll be back.” he rolled his eyes before leaving the room.

He sucked his teeth before turning to you to continue the story only to find your eyes glued to find Osamu’s fleeting figure. You looked almost dazed out and Atsumu couldn’t believe it. Right in front of his eyes, you were eye-fucking his twin brother instead of listening to him.

Absolutely not.

Part of you should not be surprised. You looked away for just a few seconds- just enough for Atsumu to be annoyed that the attention wasn’t on him. Now you found yourself pinned to the floor, both wrists in one of his big hands, the other holding your hips down. You let out a squeal as you tried squirming out of his grasp.... that was until his knee firmly placed itself against your crotch in just the right place. You swear up and down that you didn’t mean to but there was a surprised gasp that shouldn’t have left your mouth. It almost sounded like... the thought stilled your body.

atsumu took note of this. 

In a low murmur, he leaned incredibly close and whispered, “how’s that pretty pussy of yers feelin right now?”

It sent a violent pink tinge to your cheeks and a bolt of arousal down your spine, your slick spreading against your underwear and the top of his jeanclad knee. A clench of your thighs meant this was going exactly where he wanted it to- his wait was over.

“ ‘m waiting for an answer, princess.” he tutted, his face only getting closer to yours while he applied more pressure against your throbbing vulva. 

It was never like this with ‘samu. This... was almost exciting for you. Something teetering the lines of flavorful and troublesome. The little voice in your head was screaming at you but the aching desire in your pussy was louder.

“Ah!- atsumu! what are you doing?” you whimper, trying to hide your face. There were so many thoughts racing through your mind, the logical part of you wanted to hear them all out but in the moment you were so overwhelmed. There needed to be control in such a situation; You tried to shift around to loosen his grip, accidentally applying pressure that was welcoming it the most, causing a breathy moan to escape your lips and your eyes to clamp shut.

“mmm well, you’re so focused on my brother, i thought i’d show you what you were missin if you started payin more attention to me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and you whine. This position was so compromising.

He trailed the hand that weighed down your waist up the curves of your side and took your jaw in his hand. He turned your face and when you peeked open your eyes, your gaze was met with his.

“I want you to cum on my thigh.”

Eyes wide, you tried shaking your head to no avail. His grip was so strong. “Atsumu no!! Osamu’s gonna get back and dinner is gonna be done soon and just- no!” You squeal.

“Y’still have time,” he said calmly, “ ‘samu’s probably checkin on dinner... so yeh better start... or else. Y’know what? I could just continue this though dinner. Slide my hand up ye’thigh under the table...” he started, letting go of your face and ghosting his hand down your body. The thought of his big hands palming over your clit while a finger is dipped into your warm pool flashed in your mind. You clenched, and boy, he felt it.

“Mmm, did my pretty girl think about my fingers- fingers that could reach places yours can’t?” He grinned as he watched you follow his hand with your eyes. “maybe you’d like it if i play with your clit under the table, hm? right next to my brother-” 

“no no! here. right now.” is all you could manage to get out. your head was swimming with all that could happen, it only got hazier when you felt the pressure on your cunt lessen- you wanted it back. “Ts-sumu.. i..” 

“i know, i know... but first i want you to cum on my thigh if you want my fingers that badly. I want you whiny and desperate, rubbing that pretty cunt all over me. Moaning my name.”

That’s how you found yourself stuffed in your small closet, you desk chair pulled away from its rightful place,

With his throbbing cock fighting against the cage of his pants and heavy pants leaving his lips, his hands could only find relief on your waist- assisting you in your delishious movements.

His noises weren’t the only ones to be heard, you were trying so hard to contain them but nothing is coming of it. Short little high pitched whines rung in Atsumu s ears- but what really got him were the whimpers of “fuck tsumi,” when the angle hit your clit just right and the squeeze of his biceps as you threw your head back. As soon as he experienced that, he needed you to cum right then and there. And not on his thigh.

“Nope- fuck, we’re switching it up,” he mumbled as he stopped your hips from grinding down. Your mind was a mess but all you could think about in your extremely aroused state was that you needed to cum.

“Atsumu wh-“ before you could even finish your question, he unzipped his pants and uncovered himself from his boxers, his angry cockhead slapping his torso and smearing pre-cum on his skin.

“On- now, Princess.”

There was no need for protests; he was expecting one to come out but instead he felt your soft hands lightly grip his bulging head and give a few strokes before all he heard in that cramped, dark closet was, “you’re so .. big.”

Eyes wide, a garbled moan left his mouth and next thing he knew, you were repositioning till his tip lined with your sopping entrance. He couldn’t take it, he thrusted upward as you sunk down. A shocked moan ripped out of both of you and in the moment of silence that followed afterwards, you could hear the floorboard creek.

Apparently Atsumu did too because his actions stopped and one of his hands left your hips to presumably cover your mouth. You presumed wrong.

Your closet door slid open to reveal a wide eyed Osamu palming himself.

[bonny-kookoo]

Brave Girl (J.JK x Reader) ☁️💜🎀🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. Med student!Namjoon)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Good Girl!AU

Warnings: Heavy angst, traffic accident, injury, hospital, Jungkook is panicking, MC gets hurt, Koo is just lost and hates hospitals :(, Namjoon being the hero he was born to be, fluffy and dramatic smut, overstimulation, mild DDLG themes, protected sex because we wrap it up in this household smh

Summary: you were supposed to be home at 6 to help Jungkook devour the feast that is the freshly baked pizza he’d made to welcome you back from your trip to your parents, yet when the clock strikes 9 you’re still not home. Just when Jungkook is about to call you since you didn’t react to his texts, he receives a call from you; and he swore his heart stopped beating. Loosing you had never been a thought in his head until now, but he might just gotten closer to this reality than he ever imagined being. And he hated it.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl

"Alright, do we have everything now?" Jungkook asked, helping you place your pastel pink travel bag into his car, careful not to scratch all of the sparkling and colorful stickers on it. They looked a bit worn already, but you always felt a bit upset if there was another scratch to a prized posession such as your sticker-collection- yet when Jungkook told you not to put any more on your bag, you began to pout as well. You asked with a simple nod, already excited to meet your parents again after a long time apart. Jungkook offered to drive you to the bus station, not being able to bring you there entirely because he, quote unquote, 'didn't feel ready yet'. Many would've felt offended by that, but you knew not to read too much into it when it came to him- there were a lot of things for him that were still new, and his love was strong enough for you not to question it. You were both growing comfortable at your own pace, and that was enough for now.

Your parents had understood as well, even though your father had been a little more skeptic than the rest of your family; but he'd always been a little overprotective, so it didn't surprise you at all. While you were driving home, knees against the seat in front of you, you rummaged through your small backpack, taking out a small pack of gummi bears Jungkook had packed inside. He'd been so careful with everything, insisting on buying you this specific backpack because 'it's so soft, you can use it as a pillow inside the bus so you sleep better'. Maybe you were slowly making him soft as well? You were glad however that he had packed your headache medication in as well, long rides sadly having this effect on you sometimes.

Ever since you were a kid, you've always felt safe within public transport. You've been taking the bus and train to school for years, never truly thinking about the danger it could hold. Even now, with the pouring rain outside, you felt calm. Something that would change soon.

For now however, you just noticed how the jacket of the young man next to you slowly slipped off of his lap. He was asleep, you at least thought so, but you couldn't help but reach for the jacket before it could truly fall down onto the slightly muddy floor, your own shoes slightly at fault since it was quite muddy outside before you came in and sat down. "Ah, thanks-" He suddenly said, making your eyes widen at noticing how he only head headphones in. Maybe he hadn't been asleep after all?

"No problem" You said, putting your feet underneath your butt after having taken off your shoes. Your boyfriends' advice had proven to be quite nice after all, putting on comfortable loungewear such as your soft sweatpants and a large white shirt of Jungkooks collection (he had packed it in actually) were slowly proving to be way better than your typical attire. The guy next to you- Namjoon you'd found out on your first ride, having been seated next to him as well- looked quite casual as well. Instead of his more formal clothing he'd worn the first time you had talked to him he had switched to simply jeans and a loose sweater, something that made him seem a lot younger. "Listening to a podcast again?" You casually asked him, and he smiled, taking out one of his headphones.

"No, just music this time. That whole trip kind of drained me if I'm being honest." He explained, crossing his legs before conversing further. "What about you? Had fun with your family?" He said, genuinely interested it seemed. It was rare to find someone as honest as him. At first, you had been a bit careful, knowing that men usually had intentions that differed from what they were actually saying, but Namjoon had been just as friendly as before when you had told him about Jungkook. He just said that he seemed like a nice guy, nothing more to it, and still talked to you just the same.

You nodded your head at his question. "I was kind of sad when I had to leave again, but I also can't wait to come back home!" Excitedly you wiggled around a little, before you found a good position in your seat that didn't make your legs sleep in from being bend so much Namjoon smiled at you.

"I bet. I can't wait to fall into my own bed again as well." He said, before the bus swayed a bit, making you hold onto your belongings to keep them from falling down. Namjoon leaned into the middle a bit, to look at the front window and the driver. "Jesus, he's been driving like this for a few minutes now." He mumbled, making you a bit nervous. He was a very observant person from what you'd gathered until now, your first interaction had been him asking you about your headache even though you were sure it hadn't been too noticable. He was a med student however, top of his class he'd told you, so he probably had a third eye for things like that. "Hopefully they'll change drivers soon. He seems tired." He said, and gave you a reassuring smile. "It's gonna be fine-" He said, before the bus swayed again, this time however, pushing you against the front seat from the force. Seconds later the direction changed drastically, windows shattered, and the only thing you felt when you were able to gather your thoughts again was how cold it was.

The wet ground was slowly seeping into your clothes, the weird feeling of muddy grass underneath your hands as you pulled yourself into a sitting position foreign. One of the first things you were noticing was the incredibly high pitched ringing in your ears, sounds muffled as if someone was holding their hands over them. Things were blurry, lights passing by, and something was moving in front of you. For some reason however, you were only having one thought. Jungkook. He'd know what to do. But where was your phone?

You slowly got up, yelping in pain when your knee gave out and made you fall back down again, scratching the palms of your hands open on some random branches and.. glass? Suddenly you remembered the bus, Namjoon talking to you, and then- it was as if someone skipped a video you haven't seen before, an entire fragment missing completely. You crawled out of the bushes and onto the pavement when you spotted your wet and dirty backpack, your things and several unknown items of other passengers scattered everywhere on the street. And there, just a small distance from you was you phone- the hello kitty charm ripped off and probably lost forever. The screen was an absolute mess, yet it was still working when you reached it, unlocking it with your passcode because your fingerprint scanner was a definite goner for sure. Your headache was killing you at this point, your nose running from the cold, and your mouth had a metallic and bitter taste. It started to ring. One time. Two times. A voice.

"Creepy, I was just about to text you princess. Are you close to the station yet?" He asked, you could hear the TV faintly in the background, then a little movement, his earring clattering against his plastic case he had around his phone, something that still didn't help him with his curse of breaking his screen in record time. "Hey, you there?" He said chuckling, when you eventually answered him. "Hm?" He said, suddenly furrowing his brows invisibly for you on the other side of town, ceasing his movements and instead getting up to grab the remote, silencing the TV. He could hear faint talking on your side, yet it didn't seem like casual chatter, but frantic.. almost as if someone was panicking in the background.

"I said uhm-" You started, swallowing the weird taste before looking around, noticing no movement, but someone began to shout a name, another one softly wheeping, noises increasing with every passing minute. You could faintly spot headlights behind the bus, someone driving past had noticed, and people suddenly stood at the sides. But your vision hadn't cleared yet, so maybe you just couldn't see. "I think- I think we had an accident 'Koo, I-" You said, suddenly chocking a little on the fluid in your throat, coughing to get things under control and your voice back. The mention of an accident, the way you spoke, and the cliche noise of you coughing made him get up immediately, frantically running to his jacket, reaching for his car keys. You always told him how funny it was to you how he always told everyone how organized he was, yet always loosing his car keys. Right now he wished you would make fun of him, he wished you would just say sike and reveal your joke, yet deep down he knew you would never joke about something like this.

“It’s okay baby, you’re gonna be okay, where are you?” He stresses, trying yet failing to keep his own demeanor calm over the phone. You answer him that you don’t know, and he just feels the confusion radiating off of you. Something was terribly wrong, he could feel it deep inside his veins by the way you seemed to be unable to catch an actual thought. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, even though he fears the answer you might give him.

“I..don’t know? My head hurts.. I- Jungkook I think I’m bleeding, what do I do?” You stress, and feel your own panic rising in your throat, making your eyes water and nose burn. You wished you could just tell Jungkook where the hell you were but you didn’t know, streets completely strange to your eyes, shifting around like a fever dream, as if you’d never seen them before. “Kookie, ‘m scared.. I wanna sleep-“ you began to mumble, less and less conscious, your head beginning to rest on the cold ground, the bus now beginning to shift out of focus. There we’re a few people walking around and you wanted to wave, to tell them you’re here, but one of them who you recognized faintly as the guy who’d been sitting next to you during the ride noticed you anyways.

Jungkook started to panic on the other end of the line, desperately trying to pin your phones location. “No no no baby, you’re so brave, you’re such a brave girl, don’t sleep in on me right now okay?” He pleaded, growing more and more anxious the less you answered him. “Baby? Don’t stop talking to me now please.!” He said, trying to get an answer out of you. But the only thing he could hear was the soft white noise, no trace of your voice whatsoever. “Baby? Please-“ he said, eyes watering out of frustration as he noticed the sudden commotion outside, cars suddenly driving out of his nearest police station, sirens loud and clear. “Please, y/n, talk, say anything!” He begged, voice choked with unshed tears, throat closing up.

“Hello?” A stranger answered.

“Who are you? What happened to y/n? Is she okay? I-“ he tried to rush his questions as if that’d get him the answers faster.

“She’s- uh- I don’t know, the bus just suddenly lost control and she- I think she’s still breathing but uhm- look, we’re at, uh-“ Jungkook wasn’t listening after he’d gotten the information he so desperately craved. He knew where you were. He’d get to you. He needed to get to you. And for the first time ever, Jungkook actually started to pray.

He finally found his car keys, ripping the door open to close it with a loud bang behind him, TV running but long forgotten. His stubborn car door didn't open instantly, making him almost growl in anger at it, eyes watering again when he remembered how you always told him to just get it fixed instead of buying a new one. You always had this idea of things having a soul anyways, so you always told him he needed to be nice to his car, or it would be upset. Right now he was not fit to drive. He did it anyways.

He groaned at every red light, hating how he couldn't just run them over because your absolutely stupid voice kept ringing in his ear to drive safely, he hated it right now, so so much, he could've screamed at nothing right now at how enraged he was. Why didn't he just fucking jump over his own shadow and drive you to your parents? None of this would be a thing if he would just finally man up instead of cowering all the time, simply believing that his time with you was endless. He knew it wasn't. He knew one day you two would pass. But that was supposed to be when you both were old and wrinkly, when you both had kids and grandkids, when both of you had enough stupid and disgustingly sweet stories to be able to make them gag at how he would still call you his most beautiful girl. This wasn't happening. He was going to make sure of it.

He reached the destination a little too far away, cars already stopping traffic, people on the side, watching, and he felt agitated again. He decided to simply turn his steering wheel, half-hazardly parking his car almost in the bushes next to the road, before opening the door with his key and phone in hand, closing his car door way too harsh as he could hear something crack, but his legs were already making him run at the fastest pace he had ever before. His hair and clothes, the black zip hoodie he had thrown over his grey shirt were growing damp from the mild rain coming down, yet he didn't care. He had his hood up, before it slipped down, his hands pushing past people, the need to insult them for staring and taking pictures instead of actually helping strong inside his veins, yet he simply portrayed his distaste at his not so gentle shoving to get past them.

Somehow he had apparently arrived before police or the ambulance had, because there was no one there yet. "Y/N!" He yelled, his voice frantic and almost unrecognizable, even to his own ears. He could spot people laying around, some helping others, and some simply waiting for help as he searched for your figure among them. He saw some of your stuff, the travel bag you had, now wet and scratched, your backpack, thrown on the street and some small items he could recognize as yours such as the formerly white bunny jacket he had bought you before you went on this trip. "Y/N!" He yelled again, and got someones attention a bit off the side near the woodside next to the road. "Oh no-" He whispered under his breath when he could see the guy leaning a bit over you, your head on the ground below, soft socks a darker shade than usual from the moisture they had picked up by now. You were laying on your side, the young man pushing a flannel shirt against your hip. He ran straight towards you, reaching out to grab you, just to have the stranger grab his hands instead, pushing at his chest. "What the fuck-?!" He exclaimed, ready to burst.

"We don't know how serious her injuries are at the moment. If you move her you could make the damage worse." He said, serious. "It's better to leave her like this, and wait for the ambulance." He said, unable to make the younger ones angry and frustrated face calm down, but he listened anyways, knowing deep down that he was right. "Kim Namjoon by the way, Medical student- trust me, I know what I'm doing okay?" He refrained from telling the younger one that you would be okay, having sworn to himself when he started as a med student to never give out false hope. Jungkook nodded, tears finally falling as he swallowed hard, simply running his hand over your hair, trying to give you reassurance- or maybe he tried to reassure himself that you were still there. Maybe even both.

When the ambulance arrived, you slowly gained a little more consciousness again, hand grabbing at nothing. "..'Koo?" You said, unsure if he was really there or if the smell of his bodywash on the shirt you were making was playing tricks on you. He gasped, leaning down, his other hand running over your bare arm softly as to warm you up.

"I'm here, I'm here baby, you're okay." He said, this time saying these words to reassure himself purely. Namjoon noticed you shivering after Jungkook did, and he instantly took off his jacket, even though it was thin, simply to cover you up. Namjoon yelled for the ambulance to notice them, and both of the guys breathed a sigh of relief when they were running over towards you three.

However, now Jungkook had to face another fear, apart from still possibly loosing you. He hated hospitals. Not in the quirky kind of 'ugh I hate the smell of disinfectant' kind of way, the kind of 'I rather cast my broken wrist with duct tape and wooden icecream sticks just to not have to go near this place' kind of way. When he was asked if he would like to ride with you his terrified eyes looked at Namjoon, the answer he gave an unsure, yet clear nod. He had to be strong right now. You needed him right now, more than ever.

Inside the ambulance, he didn't let go of your hand. You had a hard time answering questions, so Jungkook had to step in now. He kept his eyes on your face, trying to blend out the equipment around you two to not get riled up. Someone had to be there a hundred percent. The nurse noticed pretty quickly, laying a hand on his shoulder to hopefully calm him down. "She's stable right now, okay? We'll wheel her in as soon as we reach the hospital, someone will ask you for her information since we couldn't find her ID or anything on the scene, alright?" He asked, and he nodded, clearing his throat before he resumed watching you breathe. He would've never guessed how happy he would feel just to see such a small thing from you.

A hot cup nudged his hands that were over his head, and he slowly looked up, surprised to see Taehyung of all people in front of him, his newly red hair in complete dissarray as well as his clothes. He looked like Jungkook felt if he was being honest. "Tae?" He asked, voice rough while taking the cup from his friend. His friend simply shrugged, before He sat down next to him, eyes red. "What-" He started, but Taehyung leaned back, speaking quitely, oddly calm, considering his usually loud personality.

"I-" He started, before he seemed to think a bit about how to phrase his next words. "Someone I know was on the same bus." He said. "I heard you talk to the nurse at the counter." He explained when Jungkooks brows furrowed in confusion. "They've managed to stabalize her, but she'll need surgery tonight." He said, and Jungkook wanted to ask who the person was- yet he refrained from doing so. Him and Taehyung were close, sure, but exactly that was what made him stay quiet about it. He knew when it was okay to ask, and when to just shut up. And right now, he simply nodded at him.

"So we're both gonna have a sleepover here?" He asked grimly, pathetically trying to lift the mood. Taehyung just nodded.

When you woke up, it wasn't like it was usually displayed in movies or cheesy novels. It wasn't a slow, gentle breeze from your window, or the way your boyfriend spoke next to you. No, it was actually absolutely silent, except the constant beeping next to you. You actually woke up way faster than you hoped for, your eyes opening like you've just got ripped out of a dream where you fall downstairs or something alike. You heard Jungkook groan sleepily, before he eventually moved his head a little, turning so you could see how exhausted he looked. His eyelashes looked damp, tiny hairs bound together into little groups as he sniffled, head on your hand, open palm holding his cheek as if he needed to feel you even in his dreams. The sight calmed you down.

The change of heartbeat and pulse made the machine next to you switch sounds, and soon you heard the door open, a friendly nurse walking in, smile on her face as her gaze found Jungkook still in the same position as hours before, unbeknownst to you. "How are you feeling, miss?" She softly said, quiet as to not wake the young man who had been switching between crying, watching, or sleeping next to you for the past days. You swallowed, mouth dry, and nodded towards the empty coffee cups next to you on the small bedside table. "I'll get you some water okay? Welcome back miss. I'll just check your vitals for a second." She said, and you nodded at that. Checking the machines and you, she walked out, leaving the door open so you could hear a bit of what was going on in the hallways. Footsteps and sometimes the tune of someones phone going off, random words you were too tired still to understand, and an elevator. Jungkook stirred next to you, opening his eyes after taking a deep breath, yawning before his eyes found yours.

It took him amusingly a couple of seconds before he shot up, immediately coughing from having inhaled his own saliva. You laughed at that, flinching a bit when it made your body ache, before taking him in. He looked horrible, hair a mess, eyes red and skin a bit pale, yet he smiled brighter than he did back when you bought him the new destiny 2 game for his playstation as a surprise. His eyes glistened, suddenly getting a sparkle to them before his lip started to quiver. He dropped his head on your shoulder, silently crying, but this time, he cried from relief. From happiness. From just how much he loved the world right now for giving him more time with you, for giving him a chance to be the embarrassing father and naggy grandpa he always wanted to be someday. Your arm bend and your hand ran through his hair, not minding the long unkempt locks one bit.

The nurse came back in, smiling brightly with a tall doctor in tow, who had a friendly face as well. "Good to have you back miss. How are we feeling?" He said, trying not to grin at Jungkook, who had yelled at the man several times when he'd tried to tell him to go home and rest. You were oblivious to this obviously. Jungkook raised his head a little, using his flannel sleeve to dry his tears, clearing his throat to at least try to look like he got his shit together.

"Uhm, I feel like I had to take my fitnessgram pacer test again, plus a bit more muscle pain in my hip?" You said, making the man chuckle.

"That's completely understandable considering you flew quite a distance miss. We were quite surprised that you were fine breathing on your own, considering everything. You're quite lucky; but we're gonna keep you under surveillance until friday. Your bodyguard can take you home after 12 whenever he likes." He said with a smirk in Jungkook's direction, the one spoken of growing a bit red on the tips of his ears. The doctor leaves after asking you general questions such as, if you knew the current year, your address, and your personal information such as your birthday.

The nurse left the cup of water and a straw on the small table. "I'll let you both catch up. Please make sure she drinks the whole cup, but only a couple of sips at a time alright?" She said to your boyfriend, who nodded, having calmed down a little by now. He moved, his hand a bit shaky as he ripped the top of the papercover of the straw off, before taking the plastic drinking help out of its minimalistic packaging. He put it inside the cup after bending it a bit, before he moved to you, helping you with outmost care to sit up a little. You winced a bit when you tried to move too fast, and Jungkooks face got a little more serious at this. You began to pout at him.

"What?" He said, voice still a bit rough from the lack of using- and the simultaneous shouting everytime he'd opened his mouth these days. He sighed. "Come on, you heard the nurse- you gotta drink." He said, but you stubbornly moved your head to the side, sideeying him. His brow raised in a questioning matter, before he noticed your posture. You had your arms in front of you in a hugging manner, and he suddenly realized how his behaviour must've looked for you. "I'm sorry princess I just.." He said, putting the cup down and running a hand through his hair. "I just.. I was so terrified when I saw you there-" He said, having to swallow hard again so he didn't end up crying again. God, what was it with him again? "Why didn't you call an ambulance? Why did you call me instead?" He asked, a bit of whine to it. You shrugged, deflating a bit in your position leaned up against the pillows.

"You were.. dunno, the first one I thought of." You explained. In Hindsight it had been a bit dumb, why did you call him as if he could magically appear in that second to make everything better, but somehow your brain made that story into a real possibility. "You always make everything better, and you know.. you always know what to do so.." You said, and Jungkook breathed out in a sight.

He leaned closer to you, tattooed hand brushing away some of your hair to place a kiss to your forehead. "Oh baby.." He simply said, resting his against your head for a second, before his thumb brushed over your cheek. "I'm driving you anywhere you need to be from now on." He said, and you nodded with a smile. "Alright. Now come on, drink something." he spoke before picking up the cup, helping you with the straw, taking it away from you after a couple of sips, making you whine. "I know doll, but we don't wanna overdo it alright?" He said. You looked at him with a smile, and he happily returned it.

"Jungkook I can do that-" You said, before he silenced you with a look.

"I'm sorry, as cute as you look walking around like a newborn babydeer, I really like to keep you from falling down again, thank you very much." He said, accusingly pointing to the small bandage on your knee from having stumbled on your way into the kitchen yesterday. Your visible wounds were healing well, but you still had a bit of nerve damage from your nasty fall, which made your legs feel like they're constantly in a state between sleeping in and waking up, minus the pins and needles. They moved, yeah, you could feel them, yes, but it felt like they were wrapped in plastic and someone messed with the controls. Jungkook found it a bit adorable, but he rather not have you give him a shock again from almost hitting the kitchen tiles. Slowly, he came back with a glass of water, making you smile and thank him. He'd currently taken time off from work, having explained to his boss that he had to nurse you for a bit until you could be home by yourself. His boss had been pretty understanding, agreeing to him taking his vacation earlier and with short notice.

One thing you noticed however, was how careful Jungkook was around you. Now, that itself wasn't a bad thing, since right now you're a bit more fragile then usually so, but he was careful in a different way. Ever since you both left the hospital on friday, he stopped giving you goodnight kisses. He rarely hugged you, only ever if you initiated it, and he refused to be close to you during the night, making up excuses like 'I'm scared I'll roll you over during the night babygirl.' That was utter bullshit, because he'd never been worried about that in the past. He's a heavy sleeper and barely moves when he sleeps, so why would it be an issue now?

That was when the goddamn thoughts came back to you. Maybe he realized how close he'd gotten to you and didn't want that anymore? Maybe he wanted to go back to his old way of living, without any strings attached to anyone?

That night, you decided to speak up. Jungkook and you were sitting on the bed, you criss crossed, and him with his back towards you, feet on the carpeted floor. "You can, uhm.. you know, drive me back to the hospital tomorrow so I can get checked back in." You quietly said. He instantly turned around, his phone no longer worth his attention as his brows furrowed.

"Why? Are you okay? Did the stitches open up again?" He said, a bit of panic making his words hurry on their way out of his mouth. You shook your head.

"No, but I don't wanna, you know. You don't like me saying I'm a burden so I won't say it, but yeah. I get it, you know? Its okay, really-" You said, head lowering until you stared your lap. You heard and felt him move, his hand softly on your back.

"What're you saying princess? Why the fuck would you think I don't want you anymore?" He knew your innuendos by now, and he didn't like that you implied a breakup in your sentence one bit. "Baby I'm gonna take care of you now and everyday you need me to, you know that." He said, confused.

You looked at his throat, unable to shift your gaze any higher up, in fear of what his eyes would tell you. "But, you know.. if we're good, why.. why 'm I not getting any kisses anymore? No hugs? No nothing? " You said, starting to pick at your fingers. Maybe you were just making it worse for him. Maybe he'd just tried to figure out how to tell you in a good way, and you just made it so much harder for him to do so. However, the hand on your back left, just so he could take your body into his arms. "I'ts okay, you know-" You started again, and he hushed you.

"None of that, please don't talk like that, please don't." He said, almost breathless as if he was scared to say the words out loud. "Getting told I could loose you for good was terrifying enough already, thank you very much." He said, a dry laugh escaping him, humor nowhere to be seen in it. Typically he would relish in the feeling of his broader and stronger frame compared to you, he would smile at the mere size difference of your hands or the way he could easily pick you up and carry you anywhere he wanted to. But right now it only reminded him how fragile you were, how careful he had to be not to hurt you. He felt helpless, and it was a feeling he decided he'd hate until he died. "I just- I'm scared I'll hurt you." He said, quietly, hoping that maybe you won't hear. But you did.

Holding his face in your hands you were reminded again just how inexperienced he was in this entire thing as well. You always thought he could lead the way without problems, that he knew everything and could teach you what you wanted to know. Yet maybe you both could learn from one another, more so than just you from him. "You won't." You said, and you stubbornly kissed him as he tried to protest, pecking his lips with a newfound courage you didn't knew you had until then. He tried again, just to get another kiss. This went on for a bit, until he deepened the gesture a bit, hand finding its way into your hair, before he pulled away.

"Don't rile me up baby." He groaned, running a hand through his hair. He hated how much you could get under his skin right now, covering his lower half under the blanket you both shared almost shamefully. You kissed him again, making him laugh, finally this time for real. "Stop, I'm serious. You're still healing, or did you forget?" He said, and you whined.

"But you can be gentle! My stitches are coming out on Monday anyways, I'll be fine!" You said, and he had to chuckle at you, his mind being torn from side to side. He didn't know if he could, but the way you trusted him made him wan't to at least try. With a little hesitance he dived in again, making you smile against his lips.

He made you lie down again, slowly, crawling over your form, unhurried, as if you both got all the time of the world. And you had, he knew you had. When you whined, he simply grinned at you. "No no Baby, let's just be close, okay?" He said, voice low and soft, making you melt underneath him. For the first time ever, as cheesy as it sounden, it wasn't about reaching your highs anymore for him. He was a believer that good sex had to finish with as much pleasure as possible for him, yet that had entirely began to shift when he'd met you. Suddenly things weren't about him anymore, suddenly he started to become less and less self-centered; but this time nothing mattered at all. It wasn't about reaching your goal and claiming your prize in form of an orgasm, it wasn't about pure pleasure and satisfaction. No, this time it was about feeling as close to you as he could, he needed to feel every inch of you simply to reassure himself that you were still here, real, and with him.

He reached for the first drawer of the bedside table, your kisses on his chest and biceps making his heart race. Slipping the condom on with your help, not because he needed it but because you wanted to, he made himself at home inside you, mind slowing down with every move he made, his thoughts and body being reminded that you were okay, you were fine, you were still here with him, you didn't leave. Maybe he should be scared of how dependend he'd become on you, how you had sneaked your way past all his walls and made yourself at home inside his soul. Maybe he should be afraid or worried how he couldn't escape you anymore, how he couldn't take a fast exit out of the situation you both had made. But right now, none of that mattered.

Your mind was fuzzy, no thought able to be caught properly, and you let yourself slip even further, giving your entire being into his posession. This was just about being close, and you felt protected and safe with him, his pace slow and unhurried, gentle, and his hands reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers in a soft gesture. It showed just how much he was actually hurting, how much the entire situation had affected him; this was so unlike him that it made you feel proud of yourself to be able to witness it at all. He was laying himself bare in every way for you, and you didn't dare threw salt on his exposed flesh.

He didn't notice if he or you had come at all, continuing to move, yet never picking up his pace. When he watched your blissful face underneath him, his eyes stung again, tears knocking at the back of them, and he gently placed his head on your shoulder, kissing every part of your skin he could reach there, gasping and breathing hard. Never in his wildest dreams he would've thought that this would be the situation he would found pleasure in, yet it happened in that moment, and god, he felt like he couldn't stop. He felt like he could torture himself like this forever if it meant he could show you how utterly terrified he had been of loosing you, how terrified he still was deep down, and how terrified he would always be. He needed you like oxygen at this point, and it scared him shitless, yet even that was something he accepted with open arms and a smile in exchange for your affection. He was whipped for you, deep down bound to you by iron shackles, but he would never ask for a change whatsoever.

The night ended with both of you exhausted yet happy, tangled together under wrinkled sheets and a blanket thrown over your forms.

"I absolutely love you." You said, eyes wide and sparkling at the amount of junkfood your boyfriend carried inside the living room, coat still a bit wet from the rain outside. He brought a wave of cool and fresh air with him, making you shiver for a bit before your hand dived into the first paper bag, the crinkling sound ever so present. He laughed, throwing his coat over the side of the couch before he sat down next to you.

"You only love me for food, how tragic." He said, playfully sighing at it, watching you pout at him. "sorry baby, 'm joking." ruffling your hair he snatched a fry from the small bag you had in your hands, making you whine, but laugh at the same time.

Straightening your back you tried to look taller than him, making him chuckle. "I see this as a reward for not crying today!" You said proudly, and he smiled, nodding. You had gotten your final stitches removed, and even though it was still terrifying for both of you, Jungkook had finally faced his fear and came with you to your appointment, although he had still been heavily uncomfortable, rushing you both out as fast as possible. He was proud however, because even though you had every reason to, you didn't cry- simply squeezing his hand a bit, but nothing too much.

"I know, I know." He said, rummaging through the second large brown bag to fish himself a burger. "That's because you're the bravest girl ever-" He said, yelping when you snatched the food from him. "And also the most daring it seems, you gotta share baby!" He said playfully accusing, reaching for it just for you to hold it further away. "Good girls share, come on, I deserve a reward too you brat!" His hands reached for the item of his desire, making him raise his brows at you. Kissing your slightly greasy and salty lips, he laughed when you made a whiny sound at him. "Come on, this shit was expensive, let's eat."

"I've never seen you cry so much."

"Shut up."

"It was cute though-"

"Oh I'm about to be really fucking cute, get over here young lady!"

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[alpacinosimp69]

Daddy (Charlie Swan x Reader)

A/N: Guys I just watched twilight ���� it was so scary :((((( but anyway i thought charlie swan was kind of a dilf so i wrote this little thing :))))))) please be nice this is my first fanfic ever!!!!!

Jacob sits on the windowsill, legs dangling over the edge, the moonlight painting him into a jet black silhouette. I’m lying on the bed in a sensual unicorn onesie, holding back tears.

“It’s not right,” Jacob growls softly into the night. “This man’s no good for you. Does he even know what your true form is, Tentacles?”

“Why does he have to know?” you shoot back angrily. “It’s just a casual thing. I’ll forget about him in no time.” Under your breath, you add, “And don’t call me Tentacles. You know I hate that name. You know Dad was still a coke addict when he chose it.”

“Alright,” he sighs. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Tenny.”

“That’s so fucking ugly. I will not call you that.”

“Don’t make me angry,” you growl. “You know what happens when I’m angry, Jacob.”

He punches the wall out of anger. The whole house caves in. Distantly, I can hear the screams of all our brothers as they are crushed to death beneath the debris, but I don’t give a shit. I hate them all anyway.

“You need to hear this, Tentacles!” Jacob yells sexily. “I don’t want you seeing that man anymore! It’s only gonna end badly, for the both of you!”

“Shut the hell up, Jacob! How do you know what’s good for me?”

His eyes soften, and he slumps back against the bed. He stares at his own hairy hands as though he can’t recognize them. “Because I’m your older brother and I care about you, Tentacles. I don’t want to see you hurt. I’m only doing this to protect you.”

I’m so angry i can feel my skin harden into magic rainbow scales that glimmer in the moonlight. Oh 𝓝𝓸... Jacob made me angry. Im transforming. This isn’t good. I don’t want to accidentally hurt him or drag him into the river and hold his head underwater until he drowns and his body gets washed upstream into Portland again (it’s one of my silly little quirks)... 𝓝𝓸. I have to get out. For his own good. Quickly, i leap out the window and flop on the ground until I reach the banks of the river. I have to get into the water soon, or I’ll run out of oxygen and die.

Before I jump into the ice cold water, I yell out of spite, “You can’t tell me what to do, Jacob! You’re not my daddy!”

Suddenly, at the mention of ‘daddy,’ Charlie Swan is summoned from the police station in his policeman uniform with his porn actor mustache and manifests through the cold autumn air. He stares at you, shocked, as you flop madly around and asphyxiate.

“Did someone say daddy?” he asks breathlessly.

“I-I-I-I-I-I did,” you gasp. “Quick, Charlie, dunk me into the river before I asphyxiate and die!”

There’s a panicked look into his eyes as he picks you up roughly and carries you in his arms. You’re a little shy sitting naked in his arms like that (every time you transform into your true mermaid form, you rip out of your clothes... another silly little quirk xD), but his coarse thick dilfy dark dominant arm hairs feel so nice and gentle and warm and sweet and rough... but not too rough, just the perfect amount of roughness... on your bare skin. You blush. He dunks you headfirst into the river.

“Is that better, baby girl?” He asks.

You bring your head out of the water, dripping wet, and say, “y-y-6ay-y-y3s daddy”

He stares somberly into the moonlight and shimmers. “Good. If you died... I-I wouldn’t know what to do. I can’t imagine living without you, baby girl.”

“Even though you’ve only known me three days and we managed to have sex fifty-three times in that brief timespan?”

“*precisely* because I’ve only known you three days and we managed to have sex fifty-three times in that brief timespan.”

You blush. “C-c-c-c-c-can we do it right now daddy?”

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he smirks sexily. You blink and suddenly all of his clothes have been torn off and he’s wading into the water after you. God he’s so fucking sexy. You give him a sexy stare as your papilla widens and you sexily release dozens of your eggs into the water, just ready to be fertilized. He smirks sexily as he sexily releases his sperm, which floats all the way down to the bank of the river and fertilizes all your eggs.

“Oh yeah daddy,” you moan.

Suddenly he sobers up and stares at the moon through the surface of the cool blue water. “We can’t do this anymore, Tentacles.”

You immediately start sobbing and searching for a cliff to launch yourself off of. “BUT WHY DADDY”

“Because.......” he sighs. “I’m a man. You’re a fish. It just won’t work.”

“I’m not a fish!” you scream. “Okay, I’m only part fish! But I’m part salmon! That’s the sexiest fish!”

“I know that’s the sexiest fish,” he confesses. “But babygirl... it’s just not right. I need to protect you. Listen... what if I’m... not the hero? What if I’m the bad guy?”

You sigh and stare somberly up at the moon. “Then... I guess I’m in love with the bad guy, aren’t I?”

He stares at you somberly, eyes shining. “Do you mean it, babyiglr?”

“Of course.” You bite your lip, afraid to go on. “What if I... turned you? What if I turned you into a mermaid? So we could be together forever? Mermaids don’t die, you know. I know we’ve only known each other three days now and we’ve managed to have sex fifty-four times in that timespan, but I... I just know you’re the one, daddy. I want to be with you forever.”

He starts sobbing. “That’s beautiful.”

You’re about to mark him into a sexy shirtless dilfy merman by tearing off your scales and forcing him to consume them one by one when suddenly the water above you ripples and Jacob crashes into the water in his wolf form. He barks at Charlie until Charlie starts crying.

“How dare you touch my sister?” he growls.

“I’m sorry, Jacob!” Charlie begs as Jacob begins to mercilessly maul him to death.

“𝓝𝓸 JACOB STOP!” you scream, trying to pull him off of your lover and soon-to-be father of your seven thousand children.

Jacob turns to stare at you, his eyes softening. You can see a hint of his humanity in those dark brown orbs.

“This isn’t like you, Jacob,” you say quietly. “Look at me, Jacob. This isn’t the real you. You’re letting all the demons inside of you out. I know it’s hard, but you have to hold them in. For your own good.”

“Tentacles...” he says softly, as all of his hair starts to fall out and his skin stretches and disfigures into the shape of an extremely buff human male.

You hug him and sob into his shoulder. “I thought I was gonna lose you, Jacob...”

“Don’t you understand, Tentacles?” he says, staring somberly at the moon. “I would never give you up. I would never let you down, run around, or desert you.”

You smile at him when suddenly you hear the sounds of Charlie desperately gasping for air as he drowns in the river. You immediately start sobbing. “don’t DIE DADDY!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll save him” Jacob growls, immediately grabbing Charlie by the stomach and throwing him onto the bank with his superhuman strength. He immediately starts gasping for breath.

“Is he gonna die?” you sob.

“𝓝𝓸,” Jacob says, staring off into the distance. “Not if you give him mouth to mouth. That’s the only way to save him now.”

“Why can’t you give him mouth to mouth?”

“Because that’s gay.”

You sigh, resigning yourself to your fate. You lean your head down, about to give Charlie mouth to mouth and revive him, when suddenly Edward Cullen bursts through the trees, carrying Bella in his arms. She’s limp, and hopefully dead, but when you get a closer look at her you realize that unfortunately she’s still breathing.

“Jacob, I need your help,” Edward screams, sparkling even though it’s moonlight and for some reason he’s shirtless. “It’s Bella... she almost died again.”

Jacob stares somberly at the moon. “What happened this time?”

“She fell down the stairs and immediately fell into a coma,” Edward screams. “And then she somehow flew out through a window, where she sustained numerous lacerations to the skin. And then she fell off a cliff, where she broke all 206 of her bones. And then the smell of her blood attracted all the nearby vampires, who immediately began to feast on her blood. I had to suck all the poison out of her body for an hour and twenty seven minutes while at the same time resuscitating her and fighting off all seventeen vampires while simultaneously ripping my clothes off.”

“I don’t understand,” Jacob says. “What do you need me for?”

“Guys, Charlie’s dyin—“

“Shut the fuck up!” Edward screams, turning to you. “Nobody cares! Can’t you see someone’s dying over here?” He sets Bella down in the grass and begins sobbing and staring somberly at the moon. “Jacob I need you to give her mouth to mouth.”

“Why me?” Jacob growls. You begin to perform the Heimlich maneuver on Charlie, but you’re too distracted by the sight of edward’s sparkling six-pack to focus.

“Because....” Edward screams, staring sexily I mean somberly at the moon. “If I do it.......... I won’t be able to control myself.”

“From doing what?”

“Just shut up and do it, Jacob!”

Jacob immediately rips off his shirt in order to perform mouth to mouth more efficiently and brings his lips to Bella’s. Edward gets so jealous watching them, he leaps three inches through the air and punches Jacob across the face.

“What did you do that for?”

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Edward screams. “She’s mine and mine alone!”

“You abandoned her!” Jacob growls. “She’s mine now!”

“Guys Charlie’s dying what do I—“

Jacob immediately unleashes his wolf form and begins to maul Edward, but Edward continuously punches him, sparkling in the moonlight all the while. The fight lasts for thirty-two seconds, before Jacob rips Edward’s face off and begins cannibalizing that ugly mf’s body. You watch in horror, and then you realize that Charlie’s still dying. You can’t save him in time and he eventually dies. You get so sad that you start sobbing and fling yourself off a cliff where you hit the stone bed beneath the river and die on impact.

[vodkassassin]

poor MQF. Bc sqh low self esteem, the guy he's in love with doesn't even think they're friends.

Damn SQH is high key dumb but that’s why I love him @dancibayo

“You’re going to the feast, right?”

Shang Qinghua pauses in the doorway, looking over his shoulder with a look of confusion on his face. “What?”

Mu Qingfang closes the file that he’d been perusing and stands up, coming around to the other side of his desk. “Liu Mingyan’s birthday celebration. Are you going to be there?”

“Of course!” The An Ding peak lord scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Honestly, I think Liu-shidi might beat me up if I forget. I don’t know why, since it’s not like I’m close with Liu-shimei…. But, I’ll be there for sure!”

Mu Qingfang rolls his eyes. “He won’t. He hasn’t beaten you since you miraculously befriended him. And since you’re friends, of course he’s going to expect you at things like this.”

Shang Qinghua blinks, befuddled. “Wait. Liu Qingge and I? We’re friends? When did that happen?”

“When did —?” It’s Mu Qingfang’s turn to pause, and he takes the moment to pull up short and give his fellow peak lord a look in examination.

“No, seriously,” Shang Qinghua says, stepping back into the room and shutting the door behind him. “You think Liu Qingge sees me as a friend? He hates weak people! He sees me as weak. Qingfang, he hates me!”

“Dear heavens,” Mu Qingfang runs a hand down his face, looking close to astonished, before giving his head a slow shake. His expression smoothes out into something more close to a realization. “Qinghua, Liu Qingge sees you as a friend. Why else do you think he’s been bringing you a part of his hunting bounties? He only does that for his friends.”

“Is that why he keeps dropping monster carcasses on top of my terrified disciples?” Shang Qinghua asks, aghast.

“I thought I told him to stop doing that,” Mu Qingfang mumbles, fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose. Then he continues, louder, “But, yes. That’s why he does that.”

“Does he do that to you, too?”

“Yes, he does,” the doctor says almost tersely, “because he and I are also friends! Qinghua,” he adds quickly, like his mind is reeling, “Qinghua, you do know that you and I are friends as well, right?”

“Uh,” Shang Qinghua stammers, hands fidgeting with his sleeves and gaze darting wildly around the room. Anywhere but to meet Mu Qingfang’s eyes.

The doctor stares at him for a long, tense moment, and then lets out a heavy sigh.

“I should have guessed.” He says, quietly. “You’re... not exactly the brightest when it comes to interpersonal relationships.”

“Hey,” Shang Qinghua complains, a little offended.

He shuts up when Mu Qingfang takes a step toward him, then another. The doctor strides across the room, and crowds the nervous Shang Qinghua until his back hits the door.

“Um, Qingfang—”

“Why would you assume that I don’t see you as a friend?” The man asks softly.

“I—I just,” Shang Qinghua says, hands hovering between the two of them because he’s not sure what to do with them. “I mean, you are my favorite out of all the peak lords, Qingfang, honestly, but I just, I don’t — I mean, I kind of thought you were only nice to me because I make a good missions partner? Or, I mean!” The An Ding peak lord hurries on, once he sees how upset the other man appears at this reason. “That’s just what I thought in the beginning! I’ve realized over the time we’ve known each other that you’re definitely not like that at all! And, I mean, I like you of course, Qingfang, but I just didn’t realize — I didn’t think you thought of me as a friend , that’s all! I mean, that’s not generally what people want with me, so I guess I just… Um....”

Mu Qingfang watches him silently, a serene and neutral mask firmly in place, and Shang Qinghua shifts awkwardly as his nervous stammering finally begins to trail off. Mu Qingfang hasn’t used this expression with him in ages. What has he done wrong? He didn’t know! Shang Qinghua doesn’t know a lot of things, ok?! Oh, well, sure, there’s a lot of things that he does know, most of that being things that he definitely should not know, but none of that oh-so special knowledge pertains at all to relationships with other people. That sort of stuff is all organic! No cold, hard data whatsoever! Shang Qinghua is a fish out of water when it comes to this sort of stuff. Mu Qingfang knows that! You can’t blame him, Qingfang!

He’s getting a little hot under the collar, since the doctor has crowded him back against the door and now stands so close that he could reach out or touch him if he wanted, and Shang Qinghua sweats anxiously.

“I just… I didn’t think....” He whispers, feeling shitty now that he’s realized how deeply he’s fumbled. Is Mu Qingfang upset with him, now? Shang Qinghua, he… doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want that at all.

He has to fix this somehow.

But, maybe first, just to confirm?

He bites his lip, feeling suddenly shy. “We — Are we friends?” He asks, hopefully.

“Qinghua,” Mu Qingfang sighs out in exasperation. Shang Qinghua can feel his breath on his face. He blinks. Mu Qingfang reaches up with a hand and slots his palm gently against Shang Qinghua’s cheek. He gives it a few soft pats. “We call each other by our given names.”

“So, then,” Shang Qinghua hedges, poking his fingers together like some knock off anime girl, because he’s an absolute loser and this ridiculous media-born habit has followed him into this second life of his just like the rest of the sins of his past. “That’s a yes? That is yes, right? You’re my friend, Qingfang? I’d, um — I’d really like that.”

He’s rambling now, his face heating up likely akin to a tomato, but he can’t shut up. “I didn’t know you thought I’d make a good friend, but I’m really glad that you do—”

Mu Qingfang is staring at him. There’s an incredulous and exasperated look on his face. He looks unbearably fond.

Shang Qinghua glances helplessly away from him, at the far wall, and mentally begins booting up the process of silencing himself. It’s gonna take a while, since he’s so incredibly flustered, what the fuck. But he’ll manage it in a second! Hang in there, Qingfang!

“—because I’d really love to have a friend, and that’s kind of pathetic now that I say it out loud, but —“

Mu Qingfang huffs. “Qinghua.”

It sounds kind of like a laugh, but his voice is thick with some kind of emotion that Shang Qinghua doesn’t really have the knowledge or experience to name.

He shakes his head, a little wildly, because he’s almost there! He’ll shut up soon, thanks for sticking with him, Qingfang! His friend is so patient, what a godsend.

“I think I have to apologize now? Because I didn’t notice, and uh, how long has it been like this? We’ve been friends and I didn’t even know? I’m kind of an idiot, I’m sorry —”

“Qinghua.” Mu Qingfang says, and then takes the initiative to silence Shang Qinghua himself.

Wait.

Shang Qinghua stops. Everything else might keep on going, in this second, but Shang Qinghua is having a moment of absolute bluescreen, because Mu Qingfang — beautiful, smart, kind Mu Qingfang’s lips are on his, and Shang Qinghua doesn’t know what to do.

Does Qingfang mean to do this? To him? What if it’s a mistake? Surely, he can’t —

Mu Qingfang pushes forward. Shang Qinghua’s back hits the closed door behind him, and their chests are suddenly pressed together. It’s warm. Shang Qinghua feels like he’s on fire. Is he still blushing? It’s probably worse now. Mu Qingfang’s arm comes forward and wraps securely around Shang Qinghua’s small waist, tugging him ever closer. His other hand has moved up from his face to tangle gently in Shang Qinghua’s hair.

After a moment, the Qian Cao lord pulls back about an inch and rests his forehead against Shang Qinghua’s. He stares into his eyes, silent, and then squeezes the arm around his waist.

“You haven’t been eating again,” the doctor comments idly, as eerily spot on as he always is. “You really need to stop forgetting to do that.”

“What’s happening,” Shang Qinghua says, breathless and dazed. He realizes his hands have come to rest against Mu Qingfang’s chest, and he absently moves them to curl in the wide collar of the man’s robe.

“I’ve realized that if I ever want you to notice, then I’ll have to be more forward with you.” Mu Qingfang replies, matter-of-factly.

He tilts his head to the side, the tip of his nose barely sliding against the side of Shang Qinghua’s, and the doctor presses another brief yet firm kiss into his mouth.

“Incredibly so,” he says, sounding both annoyed and amused in equal measure. Then, he carefully, pointedly seals their lips together once more.

Shang Qinghua’s hands clench in the man’s robes, and he leans forward into Mu Qingfang’s grasp, standing up on his toes — all the other peak lords are so damn tall, it’s not fair! — and tilting his head back to allow for better access, because. Because Mu Qingfang is still kissing him and Shang Qinghua —

Shang Qinghua doesn’t want him to stop.

[chuckbass-love]

Hi my love! Saw your Smut Dialogue post and wanted to request! can i please have #93 with either Evans or one of his characters? you choose please! love you!! 😍🥰😘

MEL!!!! Thank you so much for this request, i love it. For me, this screamed Mr Freezy. I hope that’s okay. Also love you too🥺🥰

A/N: Lil message for everyone that has requested recently, i will get around to all of you, it just might take a while and i do apologise for the long wait, hopefully it’ll be worth it.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad or Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Prompt #93: “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs”

Pairing: Mr Freezy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dub-Con oral, hair pulling, age gap (reader is 21 in this), swearing, slight daddy kink if you squint, vaginal fingering and a death threat. 18+ as always, you know the drill.

Word Count: 2,472

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @imissyourbattlecries go check them out💕

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

As you sit there, hands and legs tied, mouth covered with tape. You can almost swear that you see the end. This is it... this is how you die. 

In the back of some ice cream truck with no one but Mr Freezy to blame.

And now you’re starting to realise that calling him Mr Freezy is silly. But it’s only because you don’t know his real name.

God knows how much more time passes by before the truck doors swing open to reveal your captor. Smarter attire adorns his slim figure and his hair is tied back.

Not how he’s ever appeared to you before. No, usually he looks a lot scruffier. Clearly he’s made an effort today, could you be the reason why?

“Oh good, you’re awake” he chirps, stepping into the truck and slamming the doors shut behind him “now the real fun can begin” he rubs his hands together in excitement, the action only makes you shiver with the worst kind of anticipation. 

What does he have in store for you?

You mumble away, your mouth not moving an inch behind this tape but he hears your cries. He stands, towering above you, legs either side of your scared frame before dropping to his knees.

He grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks whilst pointing with his other index finger “if i take this off, you better not fucking scream or i swear i’ll kill you, got it?”

The way you nod almost instantly, body trembling with fear has a smug smile plastering his face. He gets off on this.. sick bastard.

Once the tape is removed, you open your mouth. But not to scream.

“Why me? Why am i here?” your voice laced with the fear that he can smell on you. But that only spurs him on, if you really thought he’d stop once you showed just how scared you are then you were a fool.

“Why not you?” he retorts, hand still gripping your face but the grip isn’t as tight “see, the way i think of it is you should feel flattered. An older man like myself being interested in a pretty young thing like you” 

The tone in his voice, he seems too calm. Doesn’t he feel bad?

“Are you going to kill me?” the words that you never thought you’d speak yet here you are.

“I’ll spare you the brutal and agonising death if you do a couple things for me princess”

“And what makes you think that i’d do anything for you after how you’ve acted? What is wrong with you?” the snap in your voice, you’re beyond outraged with him. He always appeared so kind to you in the weeks leading up to this moment. Maybe this was why he was so nice, he wanted to suss you out, get close enough for you to trust him and then attack.

“Evidently a lot” he quips proudly with a sinister chuckle following before his hand moves from your face, dancing down your neck and eventually reaching your breasts.

The shirt you have on, showing just the right amount of cleavage for him to feast his hungry eyes on. He can hardly contain himself, biting his lip as a situation forms in his pants. 

You notice immediately. Your own eyes looking down to see his penis growing harder by the second and for some bizarre reason, you feel strangely turned on but still intimidated nonetheless.

“Omg” you feign disgust, trying your best to move back but you can’t, it’s a dead end.

“Now now princess, anyone would think you’d never seen a real cock before” 

“Huh? Did the cat get your tongue?”

Silence before you shake your head. He can most likely smell your inexperience.

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, i promise” even your best bargaining voice won’t cut it, he doesn’t seem like he’s budging.

“You really think your the first stuck up bitch to try and trick me? I admire your efforts sweetness but that’ll be a no” 

Fuck. 

“What are you going to do to me?” 

He doesn’t answer, just leans in, his breath that reeks of cigarettes fans your face and soon enough his lips touch your cheek. A chaste kiss is pressed and you flinch.

“What’s wrong sweetness, not enjoying this?” his low and raspy chuckle has your eyes widening.

There it is, that evil laugh again. He is totally getting off on your discomfort and it’s sickening. But why is there a pool starting to develop in your cotton panties? You’ll never know.

“Okay. What about this?”

His lips lower to your neck and more than just a peck is placed as his lips press numerous open mouthed kisses to your skin, finding your sweet spot so easily and before you can stop it, a soft and breathy moan escapes. You feel betrayed by your own body. Why does this have to feel so good? Why does HE have to make you feel so good?

“There she is, the girl i knew you were. You enjoying this sweetness?” his kisses get sloppier as he makes his way to your collarbone, nipping ever so slightly to add to the build up. The build up for what exactly? You have no idea.

“Take it off” he instructs, pulling away and tugging at your shirt

“What? No. No way” you insist, trying your best to slam your ground but he shoots you a look that if the possibility was there, it would burn you to ashes. A fist punches at the cupboard door at the side of your head, scaring you even more and now it’s abundantly clear, he isn’t to be messed with.

So you do exactly as you’re told. You don’t want to anger him by making him tell you again. Once it’s off, you fold your arms across your body in shame of how you look but he soon yanks them away.

“No need to feel ashamed sweetness. Take it all off, bra first” he smiles and in this moment as you reach behind to unclasp your bra, you swear you can see a nice side to him. He soon cancels it out though, hurrying the process up by taking the bra off for you and discarding it behind him. You then make quick work of your leggings, tugging them down your legs to which he finishes the job before taking your panties off for you in seconds.

And now your naked body is exposed for him to have his filthy way with.

“Please, don’t hurt me. Let me go” pathetic attempt number 2 and he’s no less stubborn as he was a few minutes ago. If he wants you then he’s going to get you, no matter what.

You belong to him now. Just like all of the other girls he’s done this to.

“Again sweetness, you can’t fool me. I can smell your arousal from here, bet if i spread these legs i’d find...” he pauses, slotting his knee between them, spreading them and now your arousal is on show “oh and what do we have here, looks like a soaking wet cunt to me, now try and tell me you don’t want this” you look away out of embarrassment.

Your body really has betrayed you today.

“Mhm, almost looks good enough to eat” 

Did he just say what you think he said?

Most likely. But you’ve never had a guy eat you out and you most certainly don’t want the first time being with him.

His hands graze over your body before he tugs you closer by your legs. His hands wrap around your thighs once he lowers his face so he can slowly kiss the inside of them, making you squirm in his arms. Partly from trying to escape.

“Someone’s needy huh?” he mocks

However, he’s right though, you need it so desperately but to beg him for anything would be the worst thing you could ever do, so instead you watch him work at your inner thighs, nearing closer to your sex as you wriggle and writhe like crazy.

He’s so close yet so far and you can almost taste the pleasure when his mouth shocks you by attacking your folds with his tongue. 

At first you try to pull away, trying your best to act like you don’t want it. But he just holds onto you harder, devouring you like an animal.

“Stop fucking moving” he growls as he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, biting a little too to get you to listen.

“If you don’t want me to move then maybe that’s a sign that you should leave me alone” you scoff, irritated yet all the more aroused.

“And what if i don’t want to? Huh, you gonna hurt me? Don’t threaten me with a good time sweetness”

His tongue movements have you so agonisingly close to letting go, he’s working you out like he already knows all of your weak spots.

But you can’t let him just take what he wants, thinking that you’re easy. Which is how you’ll feel once you let that guard down. Once you allow yourself to enjoy this.

His eyes meet yours and you watch him go to work on you like you’re his final meal before death and boy is it a meal he’s enjoying.

Your stubbornness is swallowing you little by little and you feel so close to seeing stars. Fingers delve into your wetness, circling your tight hole before 3 are added one by one. Time is left in between each to give you room to adjust, how chivalrous of him.

All 3 drag along your walls, curling as they press against that spongy spot within you, your done for if he keeps this up and he’ll know you’re enjoying it. 

The finger to tongue game ratio has your back starting to arch, your head scraping along the cupboards behind you and the handle digging into your now fully arched back.

“Come on sweetness, let go for me. I know you want this too”

Hips buck up into his mouth as all control ceases to exist inside of you. Now all that’s left is a huge need to cum. Your hands reach down to where his head rests and your delicate fingers find their way into his long brown locks. You start to tug on them a little which makes him hiss from pleasure, since this man totally strikes you as someone with a high pain tolerance.

The noises he’s eliciting from you are sinful to say the least, loud and borderline pornographic which earn you grunts of appreciation from him.

“Fuck, just like that. Squeeze these fingers”

and

“Such a tight fucking cunt”

So you do exactly that, sweat droplets forming on your head as the knot in your stomach tightens. You already know that there’s no going back now, what’s done is done and an earth shattering orgasm is about to consume you.

Fingers grip tighter onto the roots of his hair “oh god, fuck. I’m gonna cum” you mewl frantically.

And before you can even stop it, his fingers pick up, getting quicker and his plump pink lips wrap around your clit, sucking like his life depends on it and flicking his tongue over it occasionally.

“Need that cum sweetness, give it to me” his words of encouragement suddenly have the atmosphere changing, your body feels heavy, the knot feels just about ready to break apart and this space in the back of his ice cream truck feels even smaller than it was previously.

In a cloudy haze of sexual desire, you pull so hard on his hair that he glares at you as he goes to town on your body.

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hur-” you scramble to apologise, feeling awful for hurting a man that had no qualms in hurting you this morning when he took you but he just cuts you off.

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs” 

So you let yourself tug again, making sure to not let up or loosen your grip and as you feel yourself getting closer, you use his hair and your moans to signal that to him whilst grinding your hips on his face in time with his tongue movements.

With one more suck to your clit, you come on a silent cry, he removes his fingers from your warm walls, replacing them with his tongue. You feel your clit pulsating under his thumb and you start to clench around nothing as your cum drips from your tiny hole and lands onto his tongue for him to swallow.

“S’sweet princess, s’fucking sweet” his final words before his face moves until it’s inches from yours.

He lowers his head, capturing your lips in a heated and bruising kiss, leaving you no choice but to pull him close. Arms wrap around his neck loosely as his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth. You can taste yourself and that alone is enough to have you keening for more from him with your hands groping his bulge but he soon settles you down.

“Patience sweetness, patience. You gotta return the favour first”

Your brows furrow in confusion before he eventually explains.

“What? You didn’t seriously think i’d go down on you and then fuck you did you? I only did it to loosen you up. Now you’re gonna get on those knees like a good girl and suck this cock” he starts, undoing his belt then his pants before pushing them down, along with his boxers, releasing his cock for you “because, if you don’t sweetness, i’ll have to make you and we wouldn’t wanna ruin this good behaviour of yours, would we?” 

You shake your head again, moving to a kneeling position and taking his huge size into your small hand, pumping him a couple times before opening your mouth ready. He gathers your hair in his hands, lifting it up out of your face and tugging ever so slightly.

“Now it’s my turn to pull on your hair sweetness so don’t you hesitate, it’s time to show daddy what you got”

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[girl-with-cat-eyes]

Paperwork

 Part 3 of the Reba au. Pat one and part two.

Summary: The weekend comes and Janus deals with paperwork, one-night stands, and meeting his ex-husband's new boyfriend. 

A/N: So I went on a vacation to see @forever-forgotten-angel and took a break from writing. But I'm back and writing! Special thanks as always to @amazon-me-bitches and my qpp @forever-forgotten-angel for beta reading this fic! And now, without further ado, my fic.

~

When Janus woke up on Friday things seemed almost normal. He dropped Emile and Remy off at school, Patton agreed to pick them up. Virgil had ridden with Thomas, which meant that Janus didn’t have to worry about any pickups today. That was good, considering he was working late. He had a trial coming up in two weeks, a factory worker who’d been injured on the job due to company negligence of machinery. Janus had been happy to take the case. 

 Of course, it meant that he wasn’t leaving the office until 8 PM. Janus yawned as he left the office, ready to get home and sleep. It would be lovely. A full night’s worth of sleep and then the weekend. Not that he wouldn’t be working of course. But his home office was far superior to the one he had at work. Maybe he’d take the boys out for a picnic if he had time. That would be nice. Emile had been wanting to go to the park and see the ducks before it got too cold. They could feed the ducks.

Janus was interrupted from his thoughts by a loud clang. He reached for his pepper spray, better safe than sorry. There were clangs, seeming to come from a dumpster next to the parking lot. It was most likely a raccoon but Janus wasn’t taking any chances. He began quickly walking to his car, eyes trained on the dumpster the whole time. He was halfway to his car when the source of the noises showed itself.

 Janus prided himself on his eloquent speech but all he could find it in himself to say was, “What?”. Brilliant Janus, just brilliant. 

 It was a person, taller than Janus. They had dark curly hair from what Janus could see, and a mustache as well. They held a possum in their arms. Janus blinked, “What did I tell you about running off Tallulah? You’re not going to find any tasty treats in a law office’s dumpster. We have to go to taco bell for that. The only thing you’ll find in there is paper, office supplies, and-”, they looked up and made eye contact with Janus, “And the sexiest man alive.”

They’d ran up to Janus before he had a chance to react, “Hello sexy. Are you a lawyer? Because it’s illegal for someone to be as sexy as you are.”

 “Sorry about that. I tend to get over-excited.”, they offered a hand out to shake, “I’m Remus. He/him pronouns.”

“Janus.”, he found himself saying, “He/him pronouns. What exactly were you doing in the dumpster?”

“How dare you insinuate that Tallulah is merely a pet. She is my baby.” 

 “Oh! Tallulah here thought she could get snacks in that dumpster over there so I had to get her out.”, he held up the possum in his arms.

“Right. And Tallulah is your pet?”

 “Well, it appears your baby wants to eat office supplies.”, Janus reached out to pet the possum in question,  scritching her ears. He smiled as she leaned into the touch. He smiled at the sight.

 “Believe me she doesn’t want that. I’ll take her to taco bell. She enjoys their burritos. You’re more than welcome to join if you want?”, it was a stupid idea. They’d just met, Remus was a total stranger. He could be a serial killer for all Jan knew.

 Message sent to Patton at 8:23 PM.

 “Hey Pat, don’t wait up for me. I’m gonna get take out on the way home. Make sure Remy’s homework is done before he plays on the Switch.”

 ~

Taco Bell, Janus thought, was best enjoyed at night. They’d gotten fast food and now sat out in the parking lot, a feast of fast food laid out before them. He watched as Tallulah happily ate her promised bean burrito. It was nice, relaxing even. Janus smiled as he watched, “So how does one end up with a pet possum?”

Remus grinned, “I birthed her from my womb.”, seeing Janus’ unamused expression he turned serious, “I rescue animals. She was rescued from an exotic pet dealer. She can’t be rehabilitated into the wild, unfortunately.”

“I see. She’s very sweet.”, Janus continued petting the possum in question, “So what do you do with your time? Besides rescue possums and climb into dumpsters of course." 

 “I’m a midwife actually.”, Remus grinned. Janus looked over to where he had unhinged his jaw to deepthroat his burrito like a snake. He waited for Remus to finish before speaking. 

 “A midwife?”

 Remus nodded, “Yeah. I make bank. Which is nice cause it means I can foster lots of animals.”, he continued deepthroating the burrito.

 Well, that was unexpected. Janus stared at the man in front of him delivering babies and truthfully he couldn’t picture it. Remus seemed more like the type of person to go into a job that didn’t involve babies. He seemed more likely to own a demolition derby, “You don’t seem like the type. Can I ask a dumb question?”

 “Sure.”

 “Well, it’s not a question. I just didn’t know men could be midwives.”

 “It shocks a lot of people actually. Most people don’t think women would be comfortable working with me.”

“I’m guessing that’s not true.”

 “I work with trans men mostly. Having a trans midwife is reassuring. I know what they’re going through. And sometimes cis midwives can be judgy.”

“You’re trans?”

 “Is he?”

 “Yep.”

“Well then.”, Janus took a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully, “My son’s pregnant.”

 “Yeah. It’s been super stressful because he’s 17.”, Janus sighed, “How much would it cost for you to work with us? Any resources would be helpful.”

 “For you? I’ll do it for free. I know all too well what it’s like to be a pregnant teen. And I think you’re cute.”, he winked and Janus felt his face warm in a way he hadn’t felt in years. 

 “You- you got pregnant as a teen?”, he forced himself to get out. Remus nodded and for a brief second Janus thought he saw a tear in his eye. 

 “Yeah but I miscarried. Lack of resources and all. So now I make sure that no one else has to go through what I went through.”

 Message sent to Patton at 11 PM

 “That’s amazing. You have to let me pay you though.”

“I told you, helping a cutie like you out is payment enough.”, he leaned forward, “I wouldn’t mind a kiss though. That is, if you’re agreeable?”, Remus leaned forward and Janus could smell his cologne. The warm, spicy, citrus scent drove him wild. It was like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring at the abyss below. And Janus was happy to fall.

 Don’t wait up for me. I’ll be back late.

 ~

Patton Picani-Hart had never been a morning person. Sure, he wanted to be; but late nights at the restaurant and his sleep schedule meant that he had trouble pulling himself out of bed in the morning. It also meant he could barely function without at least three cups of coffee. He was currently standing in front of the coffee maker, staring at it as if he could will the coffee to brew faster. 

 It had been a long night. Janus had to work late, which meant it was up to Patton to pick up Emile and Remy from school and drive them home. Luckily Virgil and Thomas had agreed to watch them because then he had to rush back to the restaurant for the dinner shift. He got back by 11 to all of the kids asleep and leftover greek food waiting for him. He’d been so tired that he’d eaten the food and fallen asleep immediately, never seeing the message he had from Janus.

 He hadn’t seen it until the morning when he awoke to Emile sitting on his chest asking for food. A quick check of his phone revealed it was 9 am and Janus had stayed out all night. So Patton did the only thing he could do; he got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast.  Six breakfast burritos later, and he was beginning to wonder where Janus was. Clearly, he’d had a good night if he was gone for this long. At least he hoped it was good. Regardless, it was good for Janus to start exploring romance again if he was ready. Hopefully, the relationship would be good for him. He couldn’t wait to hear the details. 

 Patton was considering calling him when there was a jingle of keys at the front door. Janus walked through the door. His hair stuck out in multiple directions, his suit was unkempt, and Patton could see multiple hickeys on his chest. It had been a good night after all. He handed him a cup of coffee, “Good morning. Looks like you had a good night.”

 Janus blushed and Patton knew exactly how good of a night he’d had. He grinned as he watched the man in question try to come up with an excuse, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”, his ex may have had a silver tongue, but that all went away when he was flustered. 

 “I’m not mad. You seem to forget that we’re separated, soon to be divorced. Going out is healthy.”, Patton handed him a plate of food with a smile, “So who is he?”

 “His name is Remus and we met last night. He’s nice. I invited him over for dinner Tuesday night.”, Patton frowned. Having a one-night stand was one thing, heck dating was fine. But bringing this guy around the kids after one date didn’t seem like the best idea. 

 “I support you dating Jan, but don’t think you should date a little bit longer before bringing him home. Virgil won’t mind but it might confuse Emile and Remy.”, it was the truth. The boys would be confused if Janus introduced them to a new boyfriend and then it didn’t work out. Best to wait until it was serious. That was what Patton had done.

 Janus blinked as if it was a new idea to him. “Pat, I’m not introducing him as my boyfriend. He’s a midwife. I invited him over to meet Virge. I thought it might be a good idea to have a midwife as well as an OBGYN.” 

 Patton sighed in relief; he didn’t want to sound like a jealous ex, especially when he’d been the one to ask for the divorce. This Remus coming over as a midwife was different though. And it meant that he wouldn’t have to worry if the kids would be confused. Speaking of the kids, Emile ran in at that moment, practically bouncing in his shoes, “Is breakfast ready yet?”

 ~

 Janus smiled at their youngest, picking him up and balancing him on his hip, “Yep. How about you go get your brothers and then we can eat.”, Emile nodded and ran off as fast as he could. Janus nodded and went to leave the kitchen, “I should go change.”

Pat nodded, a thought coming to him, “Virgil wanted to come to help me prep for lunch rush today at the restaurant. Could you pick him up before the dinner rush? I don’t want to stress him.”, Janus nodded before leaving, leaving Patton alone to wonder what this Remus was like.

Janus hummed as he drove to Pat’s. He’d spent most of the day in the office today, getting caught up on his paperwork. He’d promised to take the boys to the park tomorrow for a picnic, which meant he had to get it all done today. Thomas had luckily agreed to watch Remy and Emile once Pat and Virgil left to prep for the day, giving Janus ample time to work. 

 Soon 5 o’clock came around and Janus was leaving to go pick up Virgil. He was sure that Virgil would be ready to go home. Janus had seen just how busy the restaurant could get during the dinner rush. Virgil may have wanted to be a chef, but he wasn’t ready for that. Especially right now.

 He pulled up behind the restaurant, parking in the employee parking lot. Inside he could see the kitchen was a flurry of work, prepping as much as possible before it got truly busy. Waving to the kitchen staff, Janus headed to the back office where he knew Patton would be finishing paperwork before he went to go work in the kitchen. Virgil would most likely be in there with him. Only he didn’t see Virgil when he entered the office. 

 Patton stood in front of his desk, kissing an unfamiliar man as if his life depended on it. Janus blinked before realizing this must be the Logan he’d heard about. He quickly realized he was staring and, unsure of what to do, coughed to announce his presence. Patton jumped and turned around, Logan blushing and looking down. 

 “Janus, hey, what are you doing here?”, Patton looked flustered, like they weren’t divorced, “This is Logan, I told you about him.”, behind him, Logan nodded, still blushing too much to properly speak.

 “Nice to meet you, I’m here to pick up Virgil. I said I’d be here at 5, remember?”

 Pat’s eyes went wide, “Is it 5 already? I need to go get started in the kitchen.”, he moved away from Logan and ran to put on his chef’s coat, “Virgil was taking inventory in the fridge. Janus nodded and left the office, hearing Logan saying he should get going as he left.

 He did in fact find Virgil in the freezer, stocking ingredients and taking note of what was low. Upon seeing his dad he handed the list to a cook before standing up to leave. They got to the car, Virgil getting in, and Janus was about to when he heard someone call his name.

 Logan stood in front of him, looking made together and not at all how he looked when Janus had seen him earlier, “Yes?” 

 Logan took a deep breath before speaking, “I just wanted to apologize that we had to meet like that. I wanted to meet you and the kids properly, not having you walk in on me kissing Patton goodbye.”, Janus nodded in understanding.

 “It’s fine. Patton and I were separated before you two started dating. Just treat him right. We may not be together anymore, but I still care about him. He has a good heart and I don’t want to see that heart broken.”

 “I never want to hurt him.”

 “Then we’ll have no issue. Goodbye then.”, Janus got in the car, giving the man a wave before driving off. He turned to Virgil, who was listening to music next to him, giving him a tap on the shoulder.

 Virgil looked up at him, taking off his headphones before speaking, “What’s up?”

 “How does Indian sound for dinner?”, Virgil nodded and Janus set off to get take out. There was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, “Virgil, you don’t mind if your father and I date again, right? I mean date people that aren’t each other.”

 Virgil shrugged, “It doesn’t bother me. You two are getting a divorce, dating seems to make sense. And I know you’ll both always be here for me and Remy and Emile.”, Janus nodded, comfortable in the fact that he knew at least one of his kids was ok with him dating.

~

A/N: We finally meet Remus and Logan. All that's left is Roman, who will be in the next part.

 Disclaimer: Possums are not pets, they are wild animals. Furthermore, I do not know their diet but I'm taco bell isn't part of it. Tallulah is a magical possum and real-life rules do not apply to her. Do not inbox me saying possums don't eat bean burritos. 

Besides that, I'm taking prompts for this verse, so if you have prompts send them in! I'd love to see your hcs for this au. And as always, if you like this fic, leave a comment. Thank you for reading!

[janetbrown711]

"We'll figure this out" - Yakko

Yakko always knew he had a silver tongue, but he honestly hadn’t expected this. 

Somehow, Yakko had not only convinced King Salazar to spare him and his siblings because they “knew a secret about the Wishing Star”, but he had also convinced the king to make them a full-on feast for them in his dining room. Yakko honestly had no idea the king would fulfill his request but was overjoyed that he did. 

Wakko and Dot hadn’t seen that much food in their whole lives, and were eating like madmen. Yakko was delighted to see how happy it made them, and Yakko knew that even if the king caught them and knew they were using him, it would be worth it anyway. The food was delicious. 

However, the King was getting impatient, but Yakko got quite a kick out of annoying him, and since he couldn’t punch him in the face, he figured annoyance sufficed. 

“Now, tell me,” Salazar demanded, slamming his fist against the table. 

“About what?” Yakko blinked at him innocently. 

“The Wishing Star, you foolish child,” He growled, but Yakko wasn’t afraid. 

“Oh right, that old thing,” Yakko nodded as he took a bite of the ham and kicked his feet onto the table. “Right, yeah, you see, the key to the whole thing is...” Yakko internally panicked as he tried to think. He looked at Salazar, who was a lot more threatening the closer he got to him. 

“You have something on your nose,” Yakko pointed at him. 

“What?” The King sat up and gasped. “Where?” 

Thank goodness the King was a vain egomaniac. 

“Right there,” Yakko pointed. 

The King then sniffled and rubbed nose, asking, “Did I get it?”

“Ehhhhhhh, no,” Yakko shook his head. The King did it again and Wakko and Dot picked up on what he was doing. 

“Did I get it now?” Salazar asked. 

“Ew, no, now it’s over there,” He pointed to the other nostril.

“Ew! Get it off! Get it off!” Wakko and Dot said in unison. Yakko then leaned over to the king. 

“Look- we’re trying to eat here. Could you go to the bathroom to take care of it?” Yakko asked. The King, being the major idiot that he was, nodded and went off to the bathroom. 

“Okay sibs, now’s our chance,” Yakko nodded at Wakko and Dot, who immediately understood and they started to book it down the hallways, holding each other’s hands so as to not lose one another. 

However, they came to a screeching halt when Salazar appeared in front of them. 

“You horrible, horrible children! Who taught you how to behave?!” He shouted at them. 

Was... was this guy serious???

“No one sir,” Dot’s face fell dramatically before she coughed weakly. “You see... we’re orphans,” Dot looked up at the King with puppy dog eyes, and Yakko and Wakko did the same, though they were nowhere near as cute as Dot. 

“Ah, right. Well, everyone has problems,” The King turned his back and Guards took them to the throne room. Yakko pondering annoying him further, begging for him to adopt them, but Yakko would sooner die than say that. After all, it was his fault that their parents were dead, that all of this had happened. Yakko remained silent. 

“Now, are you going to tell me the secrets of the Wishing Star or not?” King Salazar said. 

“Nope! Never,” Wakko stuck his chin up, and Yakko was forced to play along. He still didn’t know what to do, but Wakko’s response wasn’t going to make things easier. 

“Fine, we have ways of making you talk,” The King grinned darkly, and Yakko regretted his actions immediately. 

The King then snapped his fingers and the Warner siblings were dragged off by guards to a dark, filthy, disgusting, and dingy cave that was absolutely freezing and likely full of spiders and other gross things. 

“This blows,” Dot scowled at the area. 

“But it did get us some time. Maybe we can even escape from here,” Wakko suggested, still holding out hope. 

“Yakko, no natural sunlight reaches down here. we’re being illuminated by really old and dusty candles, look,” Yakko pointed up and Wakko saw them. “This is a cave, solid rock. We have to think of a secret and fast.” 

The siblings sat in silence and tried to think, but the cold was distracting, and they all huddled close to preserve body heat. That, and Dot’s cough was only getting worse because of how dust and dirt ridden the cave was, and that was hard to ignore too. Plus Yakko hated spiders and boy were they everywhere. 

Ultimately, Yakko had too much in his mind to think, which only frustrated him more, which made thinking harder, and eventually he just gave up and focused on keeping his siblings warm and close. 

“We’re still together... that’s all that matters,” He thought to himself before yawning. He hadn’t realized how exhausted he was. They had done a lot of journeying in one day, and they’d have to somewhat repeat that if they wanted to go home, and hopefully they could avoid any other near-death experiences on the way back. Yakko had had more than enough already.

They sat there and tried to think for what felt like an eternity, hearing every creepy crawling thing move against the rock floor echo against the walls. Needless to say, it was a pretty miserable time, and they were almost grateful when the guards came and took them out and back to Salazar.  

“So... are you ready to talk yet?” The King smirked as he sat on his throne. 

“Yes, but please-” Dot coughed a little. “-don’t make us go back there!” She begged. Salazar chuckled. 

“We’ll see now,  won’t we?” He said and Yakko once again wanted nothing more than to punch him in his perfect teeth. He glanced at Wakko and it looked like he was having the same thought. 

“Now, tell me the secrets to the wishing star,” He demanded. Yakko gulped. He hadn’t thought of anything, so it looked like he was just gonna have to wing it. 

“It’s uh... not about what you wish it’s about... how you wish it?” He managed to say. Well, that wasn’t a totally terrible lie, and his sibs played along swimmingly, nodding their heads. 

“Really?” The king’s expression softened as he pondered it. 

“Oh yeah,” Yakko said, stepping forward and feining confidence. “You have to be really careful, things are taken so literally these days.”

“You don’t say?” The King stroked his stupid mustache. It was working. 

“Absolutely,” Wakko chimed in. 

“Now tell me, your majesty, what are you considering wishing for?” He said, sitting on the arm of his throne. 

“Well- the top of my wishlist is to own the world,” He said, showing said list to Yakko. 

“Nah, that won’t work. You’ll just get a globe,” Yakko said. “I bet that it’ll be nice, but it won’t be what you want. Try again.”

“Ah, I suppose that won’t do,” He frowned, crossing it off the list. Yakko couldn’t believe this was actually working. The King was such an idiot. 

“How about fame and fortune?” Salazar asked. 

“That’s the name of a popular book series. Try again,” Yakko shook his head. 

“Rats... Oh! I know! I could wish for the King Midas’ touch, where everything I could touch would turn to gold” He snapped his fingers. 

“That includes food, good luck eating a solid gold turkey,” Yakko rolled his eyes. Nobody could be this moronic, right?

The King huffed and leaned on the arm of the throne Yakko wasn’t sitting on. “I never realized this wishing business was so complicated.”

“Tell me about it,” Yakko huffed as well. 

“Oh, I know! How about I wish for youth and beauty?” He jumped up and asked Yakko. 

“That’d be more likely to get you a kid and a black horse than what you actually want,” Yakko shrugged, jumping down and rejoining his sibs on the floor.

“Well let me put it another way then... what about eternal youth?” He asked.

“You want to be a baby forever?” Dot raised an eyebrow. 

“I suppose that’s a good point,” The king went back to thinking, right before standing up. “I know! I’ll wish for a million bucks,” He grinned. 

“You do know bucks is another word for deer right?” Wakko tilted his head. Salazar growled in annoyance. 

“Of course I do!” He said, grabbing his cape dramatically. 

“Oh good, for a moment there I thought you were stupid,” Wakko grinned and Yakko internally facepalmed, fearing his brother had gone too far. 

“That’s it! I’ve had enough with you incessant and dirty little monsters!” The King’s face was red as a tomato now. Apparently, he didn’t take too kindly to being called stupid. Go fig. 

“Captain! Take them away!” He ordered and the Captain of the guard appeared in a flash. 

“And have them executed.” 

“Oh no, not this again,” Yakko panicked. 

“We had a deal!” Wakko stomped his foot. 

“Well, that’s the great part about being king,” Salazar leaned down. 

“I can do whatever I want.”

After that, the guards began to push and shove them with their guns and they were taken far away from the throne room. 

“Yakko- I’m sorry-” Wakko tried to apologize. 

“It isn’t your fault Wak,” Yakko stopped him. He did not want his brother dying on a guilty conscience, that was for him and him alone. 

Soon enough, the three of them were tied to two stalagmites in a different cave room (why on earth were there so many caves in this place?) and Yakko feared this was the end. 

“Sorry to do this kids, but it’s my job, so let’s get this over with,” The captain said, tying a cloth around Yakko’s eyes. Well, at least they had some shred of mercy in their hearts to not make them stare down the guns that would be their end. “Any last requests?” He asked. 

“Yeah, set us free,” Dot said. Yakko snorted a little. 

“No can do, pretty missy. I have my orders,” The captain said, his armor clanking as he shook his head. 

“Pleeeeaasseeeee let us go?” Dot said in her sing-song ‘i’m totally not manipulating you with how cute I am’ voice, and Yakko had no doubt she was using her puppy dog eyes, but alas, he couldn’t see because of the stupid blindfold.

“No way man! Forget it!” He said, though it was clear by his tone he was struggling to resist- Dot’s plan was working. 

“Pwetty pwetty pwease? With whipped cream and a cherry on top?” She upped her game. 

“Whoa, man! You’re working your cuteness on me, man! You’re irresistible cuteness! Stop,” The captain begged, but Dot had no mercy. 

“Pweasy squesy pweasey weasy wheeze?” Dot pleaded more. There was a pause for a moment. 

“Okay okay... fine! You win, man! You and your unspeakable cuteness! Untie them!” The captain ordered and the warners were untied. After they were freed, none of them hesitated to hug each other. 

“Now fire!” The captain said, his head in his arm as he cried (Dot really did a number on him, huh?), and gunshots echoed through the whole castle. 

“However can we thank you, sir?” Dot smiled up at the captain. 

“Don’t! You’re free!” The captain jumped away from her. “Just no more of the cute thing, please,” he begged. “Just go!”

“Wow Dot, I think you may have actually broken him,” Yakko examined the man, before noticing that all the other guards were in agreeance too. 

“I know, it’s a gift,” Dot smirked and flaunted her hair. Yakko rolled his eyes, and grabbed his siblings and they headed out of the castle as fast as their legs could carry them. 

Soon enough, they had managed their way out of the castle and they could see it- The Wishing Star. 

“C’mon sibs, we’re gonna make it,” Yakko said, a smile growing on his face as he ran. However, Dot screeched to a halt as a coughing fit overcame her, and she was forced to stop. 

“I-i can’t make it,” She winced. 

“C’mon Dot, we’re almost there!” Wakko begged. Yakko looked at his brother and they both took one of her arms and started to run again, practically carrying her. 

“We’re almost there, Dot. We’re gonna make it. We’re gonna-”

Yakko heard the sound of a cannon going off and before he knew it, a large explosion threw him and his sibs off of their feet. 

Yakko grumbled, having landed flat on his face. He struggled to get himself off, and he saw Wakko had landed right next to him and was rubbing his head. Yakko then looked over his shoulder and-

No. 

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! 

Behind him was Dot, sprawled out in the snow weakly. She looked hurt- badly hurt. Yakko and Wakko quickly got themselves out of the snow and ran to her. 

God, she looked so small and weak...

“C’mon Dot, please wake up,” Yakko pleaded, placing her head in his lap. She coughed weakly. 

“D-dot? Can you hear me?” Yakko said, his eyes filling up with tears as he rubbed her cheek softly. Dot mumbled and opened her eyes slowly, looking like it took an incredible amount of energy. 

Then, she smiled softly and touched his hand. 

“Tell me the story,” She said softly. Yakko sniffled. 

“Wh-what?” he asked, sharing a nervous, concerned, and confused look with Wakko.

“The story about mom and dad,” Dot said, giggling a little. “Tell me... one last time...” she coughed as it began to snow softly. 

Yakko shook his head as tears fell from his eyes. “N-no. You need to get some rest. W-we’ll take you home a-and y-you’ll be okay. R-right Wakko?” but Wakko was silent as he looked at Dot with tear-filled eyes. 

“Once upon a time...” Dot coughed weakly, “A brave knight married a beautiful princess, and they had two sons,” She said, looking at her brothers weakly. 

“B-but they wanted a daughter too, so they planted a garden...” she said, before coughing more. Yakko closed his eyes and summoned his inner strength once more so he could speak. 

“A-and out of the prettiest flower came..?” he asked.

“Me,” Dot smiled and squeezed his hand that was now on her shoulder.

“And so m-mom and dad took you home, a-and every night at bedtime they’d come in your room and they’d ask you ‘who’s the cutest girl’ and you’d say..?” Yakko was practically whispering. 

“I am,” Dot said, her eyes growing heavier. 

 “And they’d ask ‘how’d you ever get so cute’ and you’d say..?” He scooped her up and held her in his arms, rubbing his head against hers.

“I was born with that way,” Dot said, looking at him in the eyes.

She looked so much like Mom...

“And they’d say, ‘tell us your name,’“ He said, bringing her closer and closing his eyes, willing with all of his might that she’d stay alive. “A-and you’d say?”

“Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third,” Dot managed to say. “But you can call me Dot.”

“And they’d ask, ‘can we call you Dotty?’ and you’d say..?” Tears were streaming down his face as he opened his eyes to look at her.

“No,” Dot coughed. “Just Dot. C-call me Dotty a-and you... die...”

Dot went limp in his arms. 

Yakko couldn’t speak. He looked at her up and down, begging for there to be some sign of life. His breathing quickened and he rubbed his face against hers and he sobbed. 

“I can’t afford to lose them, she knows that. She can’t die- she can’t be dead- Sh-she just can’t-”

Yakko continued to sob, a feeling of anguish and pain that took over his entire body and was totally and utterly indescribable and unimaginable to those who had never lost a loved one before. He heard sounds of people talking and shouting behind him, but he didn’t care. 

His little sister had just died in his arms. 

“I-i didn’t mean to! They were just annoying me! Those two and- wait where’s the other one?” King Salazar said, and Yakko realized Wakko wasn’t with him anymore. Yakko watched, dumbfounded and numb as Wakko ran with all of his might to the Wishing Star. 

Everyone was cheering him on, while Yakko couldn’t get himself to say anything, still holding onto Dot. His eyes widened when he saw a cannonball be fired from the King’s Castle, and was aimed right for Wakko. 

“Oh no- please no- I can’t lose him too.”

“Wakko! Watch out-” Yakko had started to shout but there was a large burst of light and everything fell silent. 

Suddenly, Dot sat up. 

“I feel much better now,” Dot said, sitting up. Yakko blinked.

“D-dot???” He stuttered. 

“Hi,” Dot sheeped, embarrassed, but Yakko wrapped her into a hug he was determined never to let go of, sobbing yet again, but this time with relief and joy. 

She was okay.

Which meant...

Yakko stood up, and picked up Dot, before running to their brother, who was standing and facing the star. 

“Nice job Wakko, you’ve done well,” The face of a man in the star said to him. Must’ve been that fairy Wakko had mentioned earlier. 

“The power of the Wishing Star is now yours,” He said. Yakko blinked. 

That meant he hadn’t made his wish yet... He looked at Dot, who was looking away from him. 

Oh he was so going to talk to her about this later. 

“At the sound of the tone, please any wish you desire,” The man continued.

  “Okay.. here it goes,” Wakko said nervously, closing his eyes and focusing really hard. 

Abruptly, the Star began to glow and expand, and Yakko feared his brother might be standing a little too close. A bright burst of light broke through the area and suddenly the star was gone. 

Wakko blinked and looked at his hands before smiling. 

“Not one... but two ha’pennies!” Wakko showed them off. Yakko blinked, before walking over, setting Dot down, and examining the coins. 

“They’re real everybody!” He announced and every citizen of Acme Falls (and even the royal guards) began to cheer and celebrate. 

Wakko then looked up at his older brother nervously. “N-now I know what you’re going to s-say a-and-”

“You made the right wish Wakko,” Yakko put a hand on his brother’s back. “With that money, you’ll be able to pay for her operation and help revive the town,” Yakko said, smiling softly but proudly at his little brother. Wakko sighed a breath of relief. 

“I was so afraid you’d be mad at me- b-but once I saw that Dot wasn’t d-dea... you know, I thought this was second best,” He said. Yakko nodded. 

“Yes, you made the right call, it’s okay Wak,” Yakko said. Wakko nodded and smiled a little, before looking at Dot and hugging her immediately. 

Yakko sighed tiredly, but couldn’t get the stupid smile off of his face. He knew he was going to have to have a long conversation with his sister about the stunt she pulled later, but for now..?

She was alive. 

Wakko was too. 

For a horrible moment, he thought he had lost them, that he was going to be alone a-and...

But he wasn’t. 

They were there, and they were together and they were going to go home. 

Dot was going to get her operation, and everything was going to be okay. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

[huntergoldenwolf]

Dialogue for my Farmer (Gordo)

[Thanks @nomzthesmolbean for the idea]

Wanted to write some dialogue for Farmer if he were an NPC in Stardew Valley while I finish up the last parts of the first page of my comic. The last two are spoilers for the version 1.5 update so beware.

Spring:

"Spring is the best season, the weather is the perfect temperature."

"I saw a rabbit run past the bus stop it was so cute!"

"Gonna go lay in a field to cloud watch, wanna come along?"

[Egg Festival] "Abigail is terrifying it's like they turn into an egg hunting robot."

[Flower Dance] "I hate dancing in front of others, it's embarrassing"

Summer:

"Ugh, I can go for a swim right now, maybe later."

"Have you ever gone night swimming it's quite scary but also relaxing?"

"I asked Maru if it's possible to shoot the sun down but she told me that if I can I shouldn't since it can cause 'irreversible damage'."

[Luau] "I hope the soup doesn't come out bad I put the greatest of quality red peppers."

[Moonlight Jellyfish] "Ah.. to be a jellyfish floating around the sea without a care about the world."

Fall:

"Spirit's Eve is around the corner you gonna dress up?"

"Whatcha dressing up as for Spirit's Eve?"

"Mmmmm pumpkin pie...."

[Stardew Valley Festival] "That fishing game is super easy barely an inconvenience."

[Spirit's Eve] "Eeee I love this day, race you to the end of the maze!"

Winter:

"I don't think wearing sneakers in the snow is a good idea."

"Brr, It's freezing maybe some hot cocoa will warm me up."

"How are you not freezing to death, it's like negative billion degrees."

[Festival of Ice] "Good luck in the fishing contest, you're gonna need it." >:)

[Night Market Day 1-3] "I'm getting all my seeds today for next year, hopefully, I have enough money."

[Feast of the Winter Star] "The food is absolutely divine, Gus outdid himself! By the way, Gus has some interesting things to say about the Feast."

[Feast of the Winter Star] (Gift Giver) "Merry Winter Star, hope you enjoy the gift!"

[Feast of the Winter Star] (Gift Receiver) "Ah no.. you didn't have to, thank you soo much!"

[First Meeting]

"Oh uh... Hi, I see you are new around here well peeps call me Gordo so you call me that too, See ya around. "

[Regular]

"So... Whatcha been up to?"

"Er you're talking to me, I didn't really hear you sorry."

"Hiya how's your day going, I'm having a good day"

"Nice to see you again, you doing well?"

*Yawn* "I'm so tired honestly I can lay down right here and fall asleep."

"Careful at mines, slimes can be ruthless sometimes so take some food."

"I hope it rains soon I like it when it rains, the sound of the raindrops are so.. relaxing also my crops get watered so I see it as an absolute win."

[6+ Hearts]

"I hope she's doing well I feel so bad for what happened. Huh, oh hey didn't see you there I'm just thinking of stuff like uh.. guys yep so how are you?"

"Is it alright I call you my friend?"

"Great to see you {Player} I was wondering where you were."

[8+ Hearts]

"I'm so happy I left my old job, it sucked the absolute life out of me."

*hugs* "I'm so happy to see you."

"We should hang out later, I'm gonna kinda be busy in a few so see ya then love ya!"

[10 Hearts]

"Thank you so much for being my friend, sometimes I don't really feel like I deserve you as a friend. Just so you know I love you and care about you so much you're someone really important to me."

[Gifts]

{Loves} "Thank you so much I was thinking about getting this all day, you're a lifesaver."

{Likes} "A gift for me?"

{Neutral} "Oh sweet thanks..."

{Dislike} "Mmm thanks.. for the gift."

{Hates} "I hate to be honest but I don't really like this but I appreciate the sentiment."

[Birthday Gifts]

{Loves} "Oh my Yoba, thank you so much, I'm happy to see you remember my birthday."

{Likes} "Thank you for the Birthday gift."

{Neutral} "For me?"

{Dislike} ". . . Thank you for the gift"

{Hate} "I know birthdates aren't all about the gifts and all but for real?"

{Hate} "Thanks... you really shouldn't have.."

[Others]

(Raining) "Aa… oh hey you should get an umbrella you're gonna get soaked."

(Thunderstorm) "Woah that was loud."

(If Joja Mart is open) "Yoba, I hate that stupid idiot of a manager Morris. He totally is a two-faced jerk."

(If Joja Mart is closed) "R.I.P. Joja Mart you won't be missed."

(Bouquet 😳) "You want me to be your boyfriend, for real?!"

(SPOILER - Invite to the movies) "Movie with you, sure bud sounds fun see you there."

(SPOILER - Ginger Island Resort) "I hate boat rides but it was worth it to check this place out."

[txtmoalove]

A bit of fun (M)

Pairing - Choi Yeonjun x Reader

Genre - Smut

word count- 1k+

Warnings - friend to fwb au, soft dom!Yeonjun (kinda soft?), fingering, dirty talk.

A/n - I haven’t been at my best lately and I had a huge writers block.. but then I had got muse for this idea somehow so I wrote it quickly, so the switch! soobin will be up next. Sorry if it’s not what you expected , I felt bad for not uploading anything so hopefully you’ll enjoy this one!

“You kept provoking me with those glares of yours all night , Y/n” the whispers of his low voice kept sending shivers up your spine. But that caught you by surprise, you’ve never saw this side of him, he was always so nice to you, you knew Yeonjun like the palm of your hand, you are his friend.. there’s no way he meant what he meant.

You were quick to reply “what do you mean glares?” Honestly, you were confused. You were at a night out with your friends and Yeonjun, you’ve had your fun and yes.. maybe you did want to show off a little bit, but you never thought he’d actually pay attention.

He gave you a ride home , both of you inside his car in the parking lot.

“Something about you felt different today, I don’t know if you’re doing this to me on purpose, the way you look and those glares you gave me..” his eyes were lidded, half closed as he leaned further in his seat, looking at you from head to toe. Was that a turn on? Yes, Are you still confused? Big yes, is the way he looks effortlessly hot just by looking at you makes you soak yourself? Yes.

“I.. don’t know what you mean” your voice betrayed you as it cracked a bit, you saw the way he squeezed his own thigh and his knuckles turning white, he had problems with loosing his temper ever so often, it seems he’s about to loose it now. It wasn’t helping that his hair was a bit messy and he wore a white sleeveless shirt that fit his muscly arms nicely.

He shifted in his seat and sighed heavily “You keep on frustrating me you know? Y/n, how are you so naive?” He licked his lips and got closer, his close proximity makes you a bit nervous, you almost freeze and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Yeonjun doesn’t know how he managed to control himself until now, he thought he’d loose it the first moment he saw you in that tight black dress. “You’re so sexy and you don’t even realize how much… you’re giving me a hard time , literally.” You blush a deep shade of red at his words, you wanted to press your thighs together so much, it’s embarrassing how a few words from him can make you a hot mess.

You wanted to tell him to touch you so bad.

Was that worth ruining your friendship? He just literally confessed that you arouse him.

He decided to test the waters and put his hand on your thigh instead. Your eyes locked and your breath hitched instantly, you wanted to say something but just couldn’t.

“What do you say, baby?” Yeonjun’s voice got even deeper, he bit his lips impatiently while still feasting on you with his hungry eyes “I can’t think of anyone else when I touch myself because every fucking time you pop in my head..” You didn’t know you were even capable to whine just from a few words.

This gave you away and boosted Yeonjun’s confidence, he smirked your way “talk to me baby girl.. what’s on your mind?” He leaned to kiss your cheek and traveled past your neck “w-wait Yeonjun” you put your hand on his chest and regretted that as soon as you felt his fit body through his shirt.

Yeonjun pulled a few inches away from your lips and looked a bit concerned, he would freak out if he did something to make you uncomfortable.

You somehow find your voice again “we’ve been friends for so long.. what if it’ll ruin everything?” You were genuinely worried that if you’ll both cross the line there would be no going back to the way it was before.

“Dont worry, it will be our dirty little secret yeah..?” His hand on your thigh rode even further up and squeezed your inner thigh. You felt dizzy from the sensation and you licked your lips, the dirty talk was affecting you in ways that never affected you with other guys before. Yeonjun chuckled lightly and with his other hand he caressed your hair and pulled you closer “we won’t make it awkward right..? We just want to have some fun , and right now I’m so hard just from imagining me ruining you in every possible way” he groaned and you nodded desperately.

You don’t even care anymore “our dirty little secret..” You repeated his words in a whisper and that sent him away.

“Come Y/n, take a seat” he moved the chair a bit farther from the steering wheel and pointed on his lap with his hard cock visible.

You licked your lips from the sight , absolutely weak to your knees. You hesitated at first but Yeonjun encouraged you further by taking your hand and helping you straddle him, your dress riding up your legs in the process.

He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, you moaned into his mouth and then Yeonjun gripped your hips hard, he pressed his length against your hot clothed cunt. You couldn’t believe this was even happening and so does he.

“Fuck baby girl…” he whispers into your ear and you whine “Want to make it up to me from earlier? You’ve been very naughty, teasing me like that” he sucked at your ear lobe a bit “make it up to me and I’ll make you cum so hard..” his hands made their way up your breasts and then you moan.

Yeonjun rode your dress up further and caressed your exposed thighs, making his way to your dripping panties. You shudder.

“Answer me princess, use your filthy mouth to speak” he growls and you answer right away “yes Yeonjun! I’ll be good I promise” Yeonjun smirks and puts his hand inside your underwater “good girl..”.

“Fuck baby… You’re dripping just for me” Yeonjun’s dick throbs in anticipation “I bet my dick will slip right in” he says and you gasp when you feel his two fingers knuckles up deep your tight pussy, without any warning, his thumb circling your clit and you are loosing your mind.

“G-god yes… Yeonjun please..” you breath heavily, the sight of you begging for him is really arousing.

“Come on Y/n I want to hear you, don’t hide your pretty voice..” his thumb working on your clit and you throw your head back in pleasure.

You turn him on completely , he palms his hard cock at the beautiful sight , you feel amazing and you moan freely just like Yeonjun told you “I won’t tease you again please don’t stop”.

“Fuck yeah.. You know your place? Then show me how you fuck yourself on my fingers”.

You gulp but then lower yourself to push his two long fingers inside you once again, you don’t even care at this point, you start a slow pace and grab his shoulders for support.

Every drop of your hips gets you to moan more as you ride his fingers, now picking up your pace and getting a bit faster, your moans getting louder “Yeonjun.. y-your fingers are so good-” you choke on another moan.

“Fuck..!! Moan my name just like that” he moans back.

From this sight alone Yeonjun almost came in his boxers “Oh baby… good girl… finger fucking yourself so pretty” he encourages you more and licks at your neck , touching your breasts through your dress in the process.

He kissed them and licked the area, wanting to devour you whole.

“Y-Yeonjun oh god!! I think I’m g-gonna come!!” You let out a high pitched moan and Yeonjun snaps.

“The only place you get to cum is on my fucking cock” he slips his fingers away and you sob at the loss of contact.

He licks his fingers and you bit your puffy lips at the sight “You taste absolutely delicious.. next time I’ll eat you out but now, get in the fucking back , on your hands and knees.”

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 15 Post-Games Brains and Brawn Part 8

A couple days before the masquerade! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses (also thanks for Reine!), and @thoughts-of-nora!

A couple days after Shine met Triel, I still couldn’t get my mind off of her. Shit. I hated having a one-track mind.

So when I remembered that Reine had invited me to steal from an apartment near ours, I walked over to Reine’s room to see if she’d still be interested. I knocked on her door and smiled a little when she looked up. “So, you said about stealing from a fancy Capitol idiot?”

“Was wondering when you’d show up about that. Yeah, a building not far from here and enough stuff that one or ten things would hardly be missed.”

I smiled wider. This would be great! “Sounds like fun. Lead the way, if you’d like.”

She looked me up and down, and I had to stop myself from bristling. She was sizing me up, probably checking to see if I was capable enough for her standards. Shit. I was fine. But she just nodded and started walking.

I followed her, but I couldn’t just stay silent. I had to have some kind of distraction as we walked, or my thoughts would just return to Triel. “So, do you know how to dance? With that masquerade coming up, and all.”

“I’ve had some time to learn, yeah, though I don’t know what to expect for the Capitol’s version of dancing. You?”

I laughed. “I have no idea how to dance. Shine’s found some videos for me to practice with. I don’t know how good I’ll be though.”

“Well maybe we’ll be out before you’re forced to? Or maybe someone will cause a scene big enough to distract from how horrid you are at.” Her voice was light, and she looked back with a wink.

I grinned. “If anything, I’ll be the one causing the distraction. I’m good at being obnoxious.”

She sounded confused. “Obnox-” Pause. “Oh! Like annoying.” She didn’t know that? Well, I only knew it because the Shades called me that all the time, so understandable. She looked thoughtful. “I still don’t think that’s the right word though, not from what I’ve seen of you.”

How sweet, but she was wrong. “Then you haven’t seen me at my best.” I laughed a little. “Since you know about dancing, do you know anything else about parties? I’ve never been to one.”

“Generally? It’s loud and flashy, but there’s food and drinks and people tend to share way too much information after a while and their guards are dropped.”

The food and drink would probably be awesome! The other info didn’t sound so good, but oh well. I grinned. “Food and drinks I can handle. Not so sure about crowds, but I can try.” I lowered my voice to a mumble. “Maybe I can smuggle a feast out of the party.”

Reine laughed quietly. “I’ve seen people get a fair amount from them, I think you could manage it.”

“That’ll make it all worth it.” We walked outside, and I tensed slightly until I confirmed there wasn’t anyone around. I didn’t want to have any unwanted attention. But…speaking of unwanted attention, that guy who had been visiting Reine. Every single time he came, I always seemed to run into him. He was creepy, with that smirk and those analytical eyes. Might as well ask her what was going on. I glanced over at her. “So, who was that dude that came over and talked only to you?”

She tensed as well. So, not a friend probably. “He’s…Conor. Someone who just keeps showing up in my life despite best efforts.”

I frowned. “And I suppose that you don’t like him. You want me to punch him next time he shows up?”

“I—no, don’t do that. Thank you though. He’s a friend.” Yeah right. “I think,” she said quieter, not looking me in the eyes. “But he’s also trouble.”

Oh, I’d punch him. No worries about that. And then he’d know who he was dealing with. “If he’s a friend, what’s he doing working with the Capitol, and what does he want with Triel?”

“That’s the trouble part. I don’t know, I never with him, never understand his games. He helped get us out of the Games, but,” she laughed, sounding strangled. Oh, I was gonna punch him so hard. Possibly multiple times. “Out of one and into the other. He promised to help again, hopefully it’s just him hoping for entertainment.”

Entertainment? Shit, that sounded like the Shades. “I really will punch him when I see him again.”

“Yes, he does have that effect on people,” she said dryly.

I frowned. “So, how do you even know a Capitol escort?”

“I made a mistake and failed and got him killed.” She paused. “Nearly. So I felt responsible for him for awhile. That turned out so well.” She shrugged halfheartedly.

I kept frowning. Jerk. “He’s a sneaky one for an escort, it sounds like. I’ll have to plan out my attack.” I sighed. This was making me frustrated and her unhappy. “But enough topics that don’t involve stealing. Are we close?”

“Yeah, right up there.” She gestured up at a balcony on the top floor of the apartment building we were close to. Oh boy!

I grinned. “So, we’re climbing?” I didn’t wait for her as I trotted up to the building and scanned for hand-holds. It shouldn’t be a bad climb.

“You can if you insist,” Reine said behind me.

I jumped and looked over at her with a frown. “What other sneaky way could we get in?”

She snorted and glanced around. Then she rolled her shoulders and revealed…brown wings. “I think my way will be faster.”

Holy shit. My face immediately flushed, and I couldn’t stop staring. They were beautiful. “Well.” My voice cracked. Shit. “I suppose that would be faster.”

She laughed. “A bit, yes.” She held out her hand to me, and my face got hotter. Holy shit. I wasn’t prepared for this. But I also was. Flying! I was actually going to fly again! This time without metal around me.

I took her hand. “How—how fast can you fly?” And would I be able to go that fast now?

She shrugged and pulled me close. Shit. Hopefully, she hadn’t noticed my blushing. “I can keep up with some pretty fast cars, though I’ve never really put the effort in to find out, kind of hard to keep it hidden when doing test on it. Hold on.”

I held on tight as she shot up into the air, and I stared. The wind in my face, the different vantage point, it was beautiful. Amazing.

It was over too soon, as Reine touched down on the balcony. As I got my feet back under me, I turned to Reine with a grin. “How did you get those wings? Do you have magic besides that? Have you tested how high you can go? What kind of wings are they? A type of bird’s?”

“Short answer? I was born with them in a way. And I think they’re like some form of owl’s? At least that’s what Aleksis said after hours of researching, and I can fly high enough for the air to get thin.” She shifted and rolled her shoulders so the wings disappeared again. “As for the magic and stuff…let’s just say I’ve been around for longer than you’d think.” She gave a forced laugh, but then she winced.

Oh, she was uncomfortable. And I had just asked her to talk about her magic. I should have known better. Stupid piece of shit. So, I should repay her with at least showing off my magic. Lucky me, the doors to the balcony were locked, so I found water in a vase on the inside. I activated my magic, and the water crystallized into a knife and cut through the lock. I opened the door, and bowed. “After you.”

Reine bowed back and smiled. She slipped into the room and looked around before starting to look through the items strewn about the room. Damn. It was a mess in here. They wouldn’t miss any of it.

I took a few small things until I picked up a gaudy, sequined shirt and a felt pirate hat, and I grimaced. Those idiots from the costume store. “Holy shit. I might have already met these people.”

“And your opinion of them?” She looked up from the crate she had been sorting through.

“Loud. Obnoxious. Think they know everything about pirates when they know nothing.” My voice got quieter. “Think they know Triel when they know nothing.”

“Well then.” Reine pocketed an antique spyglass and straightened up. “I was planning on being subtle and not leaving a clue, but…maybe a bit of destruction and robbery wouldn’t do too much harm?” She looked over at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I grinned back. “Nah. I don’t think it would.” I knocked over the vase I had already taken the water out of, and it shattered on the floor. “Whoops.”

Reine knocked over a ship in a bottle. “Oh no. How terrible.” Then she upended the crate, letting everything scatter on the floor. She was so awesome.

I grabbed something off a shelf, but before I could throw it, I actually got a good look at it. It was a compass, and it actually looked valuable. “Huh. This actually looks rare.” I held it up for Reine to see.

She swallowed hard and took it carefully. “Yeah, this is…probably really valuable. Doubt they even know they have it or what it’s worth.” She kept staring, running her fingers over some kind of engraving.

I frowned. “Do you recognize it? A possession of an ancestor or something?”

“Or something. Father’s.” Huh. I guess she had said she lived longer than usual. But still. How old was she? That compass looked old. She pocketed it and looked around. “Oh look a closet. Is there anything in here not covered in glitter or sequins?” She held up a long coat with weird fur or something on it. “Or…are these feathers?”

“It’s shit, that’s what it is.” I grabbed the coat and used the crystal knife to cut a message into it. Dress like a real pirate.

Reine laughed and handed me some more before she paused on a long black coat mostly free of sequins and glitter that actually didn’t look too bad. “Actually, I think I might take a page from Triel’s book here, think they’ll recognize this at the masquerade?”

I blushed again, just imagining her wearing that. I smiled a little. “I don’t think you’ll be wanting for dance partners, that’s for sure.”

“Wait till you see my mask and you’ll probably rethink that.” She winked and tried the cloak on, and I flushed more. “Not as good of material as the real thing, but it’ll do its job-” Her eyes wandered over toward the door, and she said something I didn’t recognize, and she had an accent when she spoke again. “I think they might be coming back.”

I frowned. How did she know that? I hadn’t heard anything. But I trusted her judgment. I swore and ran over to the balcony. Wait. We flew up. I glanced back at Reine. “Would you be able to do the wing thing again? Or should I start climbing down?”

“Wings.” She ran for me, and I threw the coat I had knifed at the door just as it opened, and the person who had come in was met with the coat in their face. Just as Reine took off and flew us back toward the ground.

We both laughed, and I grinned. “We make a good thief team!”

“Simply the best!”

“So, we gotta steal more after all this’s over!” I paused as we got closer to the ground. I hadn’t been tons of help. She hadn’t had to bring me along. “Thanks for letting me come along.”

We got back to the ground. “Oh we should definitely do this again. And as if I could get you to stay if you heard what I’d planned.”

“You got me there.” I held out a fist to fistbump and winked at her. “And I owe you a clumsy, awkward dance at the party.”

She fistbumped and winked back. “I dare anyone to say anything about it too.”

[simsadventures]

After All: Epilogue

Summary: You try to help Bucky find a way to forgive himself for what happened.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of injuries, PTSD, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS), more fluff

Word Count: 3334

A/N: The final chapter is here. I’m so thankful to all of you who stuck with the whole thing, and I hope I made the story justice with this end. What was your favourite part? Did you enjoy the story? Feedback is gold you guys. Once again, thank you, and hopefully I’ll be seeing you in my other stories. xx

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Mornings in Wakanda were marvellous. The way the sun hit the water and the warm rays shone through the whole country took your breath away. It was your 10th day there, and still, you weren’t used to the sight.

You were wrapped in a traditional dress that Shuri lent you, feeling a little more appropriately in the red and purple dress than you did in your leggings and tight shirt. You felt more in connection with everything around you like this, and you weren’t sure if you even wanted to ever wear your clingy modern clothes.

You were watching the sheep around you, feasting on the fresh grass in front of the lake, and a sense of calmness overflew you. It was nice to just get away from the rushing city for a while and to just enjoy the beauties the nature was willing to show you.

You could hear rustling behind you, but you didn’t move. You knew exactly what, or rather who it was, and it just added to the calm growing inside you.

Bucky.

It’s been 10 days since you came and he seemed to have been doing much better. Not great, but definitely better.

The first few days, he would constantly search your face for any sign of fear or distress so that he could tell you that he wasn’t worth it and that he didn’t want to make you feel that way.

But when he found nothing over and over again, the realisation dawned on him. You really weren’t going anywhere, despite everything that happened.

It wasn’t just that he attacked you as the Winter Soldier, although that still kept him up some nights. It was all the time before that when he hurt you just by being himself, by trusting someone he shouldn’t have and almost losing one of the most important people in his life. He couldn’t even imagine life without you anymore, and the thought always made a cold shiver run down his spine.

He walked towards you from his, or maybe your common, hut but stopped a few feet away. Even though he would allow you two to spend your time together, he still kept some distance from you.

It bothered you, but you knew you had to give him time to gather his mind and to finally understand and fully accept that you were not going to leave, nor were you afraid of him. But your patience was wearing thin.

He even asked Shuri to give him another mattress so that he could sleep under the perfectly fine queen-sized bed, in case anything happened and you needed some time to escape him, or whatever it was he said.

And you were getting tired of his hesitations and weird excuses.

“Morning, Y/N. How did you sleep?” He asked, sheepishly from somewhere behind you.

You sighed and turned around to be greeted with a sight to see indeed. Bucky was also wrapped in traditional clothing, his hair in half-up-half-down, flowing around his face as the breeze went into them.

“I would’ve slept better if you were in bed with me, but, otherwise, yeah, not bad, I guess,” you shrugged and turned to face the lake again. You could hear a heavy sigh coming from Bucky’s mouth before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You wanted to lean into his touch, to marvel at the feeling of his skin touching yours, but you didn’t have time to do it. As soon as Bucky touched you, he withdrew the hand and apologised only to walk to the sheep herd nearby.

You head dropped to your chest, and you tried hard not to break into crying. You really wanted to be the patient woman, who waits on her man during everything, but Bucky was giving you very little to have at least some kind of hope.

You knew he was working hard every day with Shuri, to be able to get the Winter Soldier out of his brain, so that what happened in New York could never happen again.

Today, Shuri asked you to come to the training, because she thought she discovered something important.

You waited for Bucky to tend to the sheep just like he did every morning before you two walked down to the palace where Shuri’s laboratory was. On the way there, you only exchanged pleasantries about the night and this morning, and despite you wanting to talk about the elephant in the room, the palace came in the view much sooner than you expected.

Shuri was cheery as ever, showing you around, and letting you try some of her newest inventions, and you, ever the scientist, couldn’t get enough of it. No offence to Tony and his gadgets, but this Wakandian technology was truly something else.

Bucky was seated on a bed, with several electrodes and other little stickers stuck to his forehead, his chest and his arms, taking note on everything that was happening in his body.

“Y/N, could you come here for a second?” Shuri asked with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were watching something on a screen in front of her.

You just nodded and walked to them, not really getting why you had to be there when Bucky was obviously against it if the constant protest was something you could judge it by. But Shuri paid him no mind, and so you wouldn’t either.

“White Wolf, I’m going to say few of the trigger words, but, don’t worry, I’m not gonna go through it all. We’ve done this before, I just need to see your brain’s reaction to them once again, and then try something new to block it. Alright?”

Bucky just grunted, his head dropped to his chest, his chest heaving.

You wanted to step closer to him and soothe him, but because this whole time in Wakanda, he scarcely ever touched you willingly, you didn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable.

“Longing,” Shuri murmured in Russian, and you could see the screen in Shuri’s hand lighting up with a reaction in his frontal and temporal lobe. Shuri smirked, but the result obviously wasn’t as significant as she wanted, so she continued.

 “Rusted,” another murmur, other lights on the screen, this time a little brighter. You could see the reaction now on Bucky too. He was still himself, you could tell that much, but his pupils were slightly dilated, his fists now clenched.

But still, you were feeling no fear. You couldn’t understand it yourself, he almost killed you at one point in time, but here you were, calm as ever, patiently waiting what would happen next.

“Now, Y/N,” Shuri whispered so low you knew she tried to not let Bucky hear it. “I want you to step in front of him and touch his face. If he looks up at you, I want you to talk to him. Anything will do, really, I just need him to hear your voice. Do you understand?” You nodded, not even giving her a glance, and you walked to Bucky.

His gaze was still set on the floor, even when you were mere inches from him.

You did exactly as Shuri asked you, stretching your arm so that he could see it and lightly touching his right cheek. You could feel Bucky taking a ragged breath before his eyes snapped to your face.

You smiled lightly, biting your lower lip in the process because you weren’t really sure of what to tell him. You shook your mind and tried not to be stupid. Shuri told you to talk about anything, so you were gonna do just that.

“I still think about our date at the entertainment park. I think it was the most beautiful day in my life, just us and our friends, having so much fun and being together somewhere other than the compound. I’m actually sorry I didn’t bring the damn bear with me, so we could have a bit of the day here with us. But it’s ok, we’re together, and that’s all that matters to me.”

You finished and had to fight the urge to start crying, mainly because how much you actually loved the man sitting in front you, looking at you like you fell out of the sky.

“Hah! I knew it! Damn, I’m so good at it, I should actually make my brother pay me for this,” Shuri screeched from behind you, and it made both you and Bucky jump up a little.  

You looked at her confusedly, not really understanding what she was getting at.

“Oh, right, sorry. So, Sergeant Barnes here told me all he could remember from the last attack, and the more we talked about it, the more details came to light. He told me that he didn’t know you, but he didn’t feel the urge to kill you as much as he did with other people, and that his brain actually fought the programming in his brain when you were telling him about your feelings.

And from what I can tell, you might be the key to break it all, Y/N. His brain fights itself when you talk to him about things you two did, but I bet even if you told him the weather forecast, he’d still do that.

Sergeant Barnes, you will be just fine, I can promise you that. We will just have to work with Y/N here, to ensure that your brain won’t even go into that mode. It will take some time, but I’m confident to say I found a way to erase the Winter Soldier forever.”

You were stunned, to say the least. Your eyes were bulging, threatening to fall out of the sockets, and your mouth was hanging open.

“What if I hurt her again, just by her being anywhere near me during the process?” Bucky said, his tone harsh.

Shuri scoffed and unplugged him from all the machines monitoring him.

“You won’t hurt the woman you love, Sergeant, but if you do not wish to be better forever, it’s your call.”

Bucky sighed and opened his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it.

“You know what? I’m tired of this, Bucky. I don’t know how I should say this, over and over again, but I’m not scared of you, I trust you, and I love you, you idiot. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if you keep pushing me away. I am not going anywhere, try and get it through that thick skull of yours. Let me know when it reaches your brain, I’ll be in the hut till then,” you huffed out and marched out of there as fast as possible.

Maybe you could’ve been more patient, but you were done playing by his rules. He needed to realise a few things if the two of you should work out.

It was a good few hours before Bucky came to your shared space, and even though you knew he was there, you weren’t willing to give him your attention. He would actually have to do something for it this time. You were done being the one always chasing him to give you a side glance if you were lucky, that was.

“I am an idiot, aren’t I?” Bucky murmured from the door, and you just hummed in agreement, still not looking at him, but looking at the primitive stove in front of you, trying to make a corn mash for dinner.

“It’s just… I’m so scared of hurting you again, that I thought it would be again if I didn’t have the chance to do so.”

You now raised your eyebrow, turning to face him.

“I swear to God, Bucky, if you want to break up with me right now, I’m gonna kick your ass harder than any alien or super-soldier ever did!”

A smile tugged on his lips, and he took a step closer to you.

“I know, baby. I’m saying what I wanted to do by walking away from New York and running here. There’s always this small voice, telling me that you must hate me for what I did to you, but every time I look at you, all I can see is the love and patience you have with me, and I don’t really get it, you know? But no more of that, if what you said in the lab is true, that is.”

“Everything I said in there was true, Bucky. And because I know which part you have in mind, Imma tell you again. I love you, you moron. And if you let me, I’m gonna love you for a very, very long time.”

Tears were shining in Bucky’s eyes, and before you could say anything more, his lips were on yours. His right hand found its way to your hair, while his metal arm was squeezing your hip, pulling you unbelievably close to him, desperate to feel you against him.

The kiss was urgent, and when he pulled your hair a little, you moaned into it. This gave Bucky the time to slip his tongue between your lips, dancing with your tongue effortlessly. You were both panting, and you knew you couldn’t go much longer without oxygen, but, at the same time, you didn’t want to let him go.

Bucky was probably feeling the same, because the second his lips left yours, he drew in a breath, but still kissing your skin on your neck, not willing to part from you when he finally decided to give in, and love you like he should this whole time.

Warning: smut starting

You were a mowing mess by the time he reached your exposed collarbone. You’ve been wanting this for so long, that you could hardly wait to finally consummate your relationship.

Bucky was gripping and groping every part of your body he could reach, biting and nipping at your skin with his teeth, determined to make up for the lost time.

He pulled down your dress, only to reveal you were going bra-less, and that you were wearing very flimsy lace panties. He growled under his breath, seeing you naked for the first time, and his cock gave an excited tug in his sarong. You bit your lower lip and freed him from the confines of his clothes.

As the dress pooled around his ankles, you looked up, to see his cock standing proudly almost against his stomach, pre-cum already leaking out of it. You licked your mouth absentmindedly, but before you could kneel in front of him to taste him, Bucky pushed you on the bed.

“Today is about you, my love. I’ve been an idiot, and I need to show you just how sorry I am for putting you through all that. Let me make the woman I love feel good, please,” he pleaded, his hands groping your breasts, pinching your nipples every few second.

“The woman you love, huh?” You asked, a smirk playing on your lips.

Bucky laughed and kissed the valley between your breasts. “Hell yeah, she’s kinda the only person I can picture myself growing old with, you know?”

You feigned shock, trying to suppress a chuckle. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re already kind of old, baby. I’m not sure what you really think, but you’re near your 100.”

Bucky bit beneath your navel to shut you up, and before you could stop him, he lightly kissed the pink scar on your left side, left behind after Bucky’s knife penetrated your body.

Your fingers played with his hair, trying to steer his attention from the scar to pretty much anywhere else, but it wasn’t working.

He looked at you with hooded eyes and smiled at you sadly.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

And before you could make sure he was ok, he was between your thighs, and he was nuzzling his face in your heat. The first touch of his tongue with your slit was almost ecstatic. You arched up, moaning his name loudly, not caring that the huts were anything but sound-proof and that the part of the village in which you were staying would have a pretty good idea of what the two of you were doing.

He then dived right in, switching between sucking your swollen bud and penetrating you with his tongue. He then put two of his fingers to your entrance, gathering the slick before he entered you, pumping them in and out of you rhythmically. It only took him few minutes to have you writhing underneath him, begging him for release.

And he granted you your wish by sucking in your clit and rubbing over and over your G-spot until you were seeing stars.

Bucky gave you few kitten licks, marvelling at the sight of your trembling legs and squeezing pussy, still pulsing from the strength of your orgasm.

Bucky kissed back up to your mouth, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. You intertwined your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you, to feel his chest rub against your nipples. Your whole body was extremely sensitive, but you still needed more.

“Please, Bucky. I need you,” you moaned into his mouth.

“I know, baby. I’ve got you, I promise.”

With that said, he lined his the blunt of his cock with your entrance pushing into you, few inches at a time, letting your body adjust to his size. You were gasping and gripping his biceps in your hands, both from the slight pain you were feeling and from the pleasure.

When Bucky could feel you pussy relaxing, he gave you a tentative thrust, earning a loud gasp from your mouth.

After that, the only sounds that could be heard in the one-room hut were your gasps, Bucky’s growls, and the slapping of his pelvis hitting your pussy.

With each thrust, Bucky’s pelvic bone touched your clit, sending sparkles right to your pussy, which then squeezed Bucky like a vice.

Bucky was murmuring words of adoration into your ear, and when he mumbled I love you over and over again, it finally did the deed, and you came undone underneath him.

When he felt the pulses jolting through your pussy, he bit your shoulder ever so lightly and came with a shout, painting your walls with his seed.

He was kissing all over your face, enjoying the closeness you two shared.

Warning ending

“I’m never letting you go, not out of this bed, not out of my life,” he whispered when he finally got back his voice from the ecstasy, laying on his back, with you draped over him.

“Good, ‘cause I wouldn’t go even if you asked me,” you smirked, and Bucky kissed the crown of your head.

“But your job is in New York? Won’t you miss it?”

You looked up at him and smiled at his naivety. “First of all, Tony told me my job would wait for me, no matter how long we decided to spend here. Secondly, Shuri actually asked me to come and help her with some stuff in her lab, so I can still do my inventions here. But most importantly, it’s just a job, Bucky. I can find any job in the world, as long as I have you.”

Bucky only squeezed your shoulder in response, and you didn’t even have to look to know he was being emotional, and he didn’t have words to express his feelings. But you didn’t need words. He was all you ever wanted, and if you were in Wakanda, New York, or a different planet, you didn’t care.

After all, you two were just stronger together, and you were glad Bucky finally realised it. It would be a good life by his side, you were sure of it.

You eyes were growing heavy, and your bright future let you fall into the peaceful slumber easily. Especially when Bucky was in bed with you, after all this time.

THE END

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Sonal Celebration: Day 5

Day 5 of the Sonic & Sally celebration hosted by @boundforfreedomsonsal and here is my contribution to the ‘Alternative Universe’ prompt, ENJOY!!

Alternative Universe:

[Author’s notes: Gonna be using the Reboot Archive-verse for this one; hopefully, you all will find it as good as my preSGW Archive-verse stuff. Minus one or two bits of altered history, there’s very little changed compared to my compulsion to exceedingly alter things in the preSGW timeline. Also, this one will push the PG-13 a bit (mostly due to constant nudity and implications), but I promise to keep it as tasteful as possible but the set up for this is too good to pass up.]

The first rays of sunlight managed to cut through the drawn white almost-see through curtains of the room. Small sunbeams touching a large bed in the middle of a moderately high-end hotel. The rays of light finally touched the face of a blue sleeping hedgehog, whose soft snoring slowly came to a halt as the light was enough to make his eyelid twitch and then finally open. The single eye narrowed before a hand reached from under the covers, and fumbled around at the nightstand, looking for something. Finding the object, a remote; a push of the button caused a thicker curtain to slowly draw close via a mechanical track system. Thus quashing the annoying light rays of the sun. Satisfied, Sonic placed the remote back on the nightstand and curled back into a comfortable position and tried to return to dreamland.

Yet a new sensation prevented sleep from returning to him. His sleepy brain at first had trouble deducing what was going on, he just knew his left ear felt wet- wait a minute. Blinking his eyes open, Sonic craned his head and glanced upward, finding a familiar chipmunk nibbling his ear gently. “Good morning Sal, must you do that every morning?” He softly grumbled in his greeting of the one sharing his bed.

The Princess softly giggled and merely began to ‘groom’ the fur around his ear. “I’m just indulging an innate urge native to my chipmunk and squirrel heritage.” Her playful tone oozed a mix of sass and snark, but also a tenderness only he and one other got to hear. “Is it wrong of me to love on or groom my boyfriend?”

With a sleepy yawn, Sonic managed a smile, “No, nothing wrong there, but can’t you do it when I’m not sleepy?”

The sassy Princess just smirked back, not backing down, and in retaliation, just held his ear between her teeth, causing him to shudder. “I can’t help it, it’s fun to tease you, plus it is almost noon.”

The blue hedgehog reached back his hand bumping her hip as he tried to reach for her fluffy tail but Sally angled her body so it was out of reach. “D-dirty pool Sal!” He squirmed as she started to chew on his ear again. “R-really dirty, didn’t you get enough lovin’ last night?”

Sally was not relenting and slid her arms around his chest, keeping him pinned as she held his very chewable and cute ear hostage. “I diiiiid, but that doesn’t mean I can’t just do this because I love you and I ca-aaaaaaaaaaaaaannn!!” She suddenly yelped and released his ear as she felt a hand grasp her fluffy tail and squeeze softly. Her yelp transforming into a partial moan as the hand continued squeezing and playfully toying with her fluffy appendage. “Aaah! N-Nicole?”

At her name, a third party in the bed slid up from her ‘hiding spot’ in the covers, appearing behind Sally. As if to mimic Sally, Nicole softly nipped at one of her ears, while still keeping a hand on her tail. “You rang Sally-sweetie? Sorry, but I saw you harassing my main Hog’ and I had to save him.” After a slight pause, she playfully added with a crooked smile. “Also this tail was wagging in my face, bad Princess. You know it makes Hedgehog’s and Lynx’s pounce Chipmunk’s.”

Pumping a fist, and now free of Sally’s nibbling, Sonic rolls onto his other side to face the two, smirking as he holds up his hand in the air. “Nicole my sweet cyber-lady gimme some love!”

“Always my main man’.” She happily returned the high five with a free hand, before their fingers latched together in a handhold.

Feigning hurt, Sally pouted with a quibble of her lip. “Et tu Nicole? I thought you were my girlfriend?”

Releasing Sally’s tail and bringing that arm around to tilt her chin, the Lynx leaned in to kiss her lips. “I am, but I’m also his girlfriend, and you were being a Princess bully.” The matter-of-fact way the line was delivered, made Sonic snicker and Sally roll her eyes.

“I am not a Princess bully, and I’ll remember this next time he picks on you.” Arms crossed, Sally huffed, but a quiver of her lip hinted she was being playful and barely held back snickering at her own BS.

After releasing Nicole’s hand, Sonic put that hand to his chest as he sat up in bed. “Moi? Pick on Nicole? For shame Sally, why would I do that? She’s still getting used to her bio-nanite body, I’d be cruel to use my advanced knowledge of pranking on her.”

Both females stared at him with raised eyebrows and expressions unique to each other, that spoke volumes of how much they did not believe him. After a few moments of staring, the trio breaks out into sputters and then full-blown laughter. As their laughter died down, the three gave each other a hug, a kiss and then climbed out of bed.

Stretching, Sonic picked up the remote and had the thick curtain drawn to let sunlight in and so they could see the view outside. As he started to do a few post-wake-up stretches his mind wandered a bit, musing on recent events. After the Dark Gaia/Planet Break incident had been dealt with; the United Federation and other agencies against Eggman, helped the Freedom Fighters tow the Freedom Stormer to a coastal city where a G.U.N. controlled harbor and shipyard were stationed. As a thank you, for their efforts in helping fix the planet and stop Dark Gaia; G.U.N. offered the use of the shipyard to repair the Freedom Stormer. In the meantime, they would be set up at a hotel, on the U.F. 's tab with meals comped on top. Rather generous but none of the Freedom Fighters saw a reason to turn down the offer.

Tails and Rotor often would go to the shipyard to continue repairs, either by themselves or with Nicole or in some cases, help from the shipyard staff depending on what part of the flying vessel was being worked on. For the two tech-savvy inventors repairing the Stormer WAS a vacation, especially as they could get parts to do upgrades they had been pondering installing for a time. Oh, they still took some time to relax at the resort, but they were very content working at their craft. 

Bunnie and Antoine decided to use the free time to have as they put it ‘extended honeymoon’ as their original one got cut short thanks to Eggman’s scheme of the week at the time. A sentiment everyone supported and so the two were spending most of this ‘mini-vacation’ by themselves for obvious reasons.

Big simply enjoyed being able to fish from the docks or the local beach. Give the big guy a chance to fulfill his pastime and he was content.

Amy went to visit her cousin who they found out was in the next town over. Some guy named Rob whose wife had just delivered their firstborn and Amy was keen to see the new baby. Cream and Cheese went with her, the young rabbit eager to see the newborn herself and enjoy the free time with one of her favorite people.

As for the three of them; well they would help with the Freedom Stormer repairs sometimes; especially Nicole as she would download herself back into the Stormer’s systems and help figure out what still needed fixing or simply help. Other times she would be helping Sally with her workload. 

Speaking of Sally, she did what Sally did best when she wasn’t helping with getting the Stormer up and running, she was multitasking. Updating her Father, the King on what was going on, hosting holo-calls with allied leaders to discuss how to deal with Eggman while he was licking his wounds from this recent defeat. While Sonic usually found the ‘diplomacy’ a snore-feast he had to admit he enjoyed seeing Sally fired up and showing she had the chops as future Queen. Heck, she’d been pushing for the alliances to all really start some ‘info campaign’ to make sure the world knew just how far Dr. Eggman went since he was behind the whole planet breaking apart. Some stuff about ‘weakening his supporters' faith in him’ and stuff about ‘getting those still apathetic to the cause to see what will happen if they don’t all unite to stop the Eggman Empire’, etc, etc.

As for Sonic himself, when he wasn’t running, or doing what little grunt work he was capable of with the ongoing Freedom Stormer repairs; he was enjoying some needed downtime with Sally and Nicole. Especially since the three of them were keeping their ‘more than friends’ relations on the mum. Looking back at the two women who were gathering their discarded clothing items, he felt his cheeks redden at how things changed last night. In a really nice way, but well after focusing on saving the world and not being a werehog at night anymore, Sonic had not given things getting more intimate a thought, and they didn’t even go all the way last night. Just a lot of touching, kissing, and sleeping together without pajamas.

Then again when you nearly die for the umpteenth time and given how ‘close’ this last adventure was; in a way, he understood the need for something more. Whether or not they might cross the ‘next threshold’ anytime soon he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to rush things. Some things were better taken the ‘slo-mo route’. Yet he doubted he would deny either of them if they sought more and everyone was in agreement. It was just one of those, see what may come situations with this three-way relationship.

Moving towards the window, he stared out at the lovely view facing the beach and a small stretch of beachside near the resort. The sun was up, and the world looked at peace, at least for the time being. One wouldn’t think the planet was in pieces last week. His smile slowly eased into a frown as a forlorn expression washed over his face as he recalled the ‘sacrifice’ made to fix everything. Okay maybe sacrifice was overkill, Chip wasn’t dead, he was just stuck inside the planet. Even with his assurances he could ‘feel and see’ them through the planet itself, it didn’t remove the sense of loss Sonic felt since the spirit returned to his duties. It hadn’t been that long Chip had been with them, but he left an impact and he’d become fond of the little guy.

“You gals think Chip’s okay? That he ain’t alone where he is?” He spoke suddenly, as he stared out the window. His words causing both Sally and Nicole to turn his way, their expressions almost mirroring Sonic’s as the loss of their friend hit them. Yet they each also carried concern for the blue hedgehog, since he was the one taking Chip’s return to the planet hardest. “I know he said he could, ‘feel’ through the world now that the Light and Dark Gaia were in balance and harmony was restored; that he wouldn’t be lonely like he was before; but… I worry he just said that to make it easier for us.”

He felt two pairs of arms wrap around him from behind, not an easy task with his quills, but Sally and Nicole seemed to have picked up the best way to go for a double hug without any quills jabbing into him. After a sigh exhaled from his throat, he rested a hand on each of theirs. “Sorry, don’t mean to be a downer, I just miss the little guy.”

Placing a kiss to his right cheek, Sally warmly nuzzled him as she craned her head so their eyes met. “It’s okay to feel that way Sonic, we all miss him in our own ways, and out of all of us you bonded to him the most.”

“You got him excited to see the world to understand the planet he was meant to protect and serve in his role. Not unlike how two certain someone’s did so for me.” Murmured Nicole as she rested her chin on Sonic’s shoulder, her fingers curling in his chest fur, a habit Sonic noticed that the lynx had picked up. “You inspired him to be the best he could, to find the courage inside he felt he lacked. Take it from me Sonic, even if he’s stuck within the planet, he knows he’s not alone and that he has you, and the rest of us as his friends.”

“I hope so, I really hope so Nicole.” As another sigh left him, the hedgehog slowly began to smile again as he leaned against the two women in his life. “Then all the more reason to kick Eggman’s keister so Chip doesn’t have to fret about some other horror being unleashed, and maybe, when all’s clear we can see him again.”

“That’s the spirit Sonic.” Cheered Sally as she squeezed him before taking his right arm and nudging him to follow. “Come on, the three of us should clean up, and that shower should easily handle three Mobian’s given it’s designed with humans in mind as well.” Her blue eyes twinkle with a bit of mischief as she smiled more. “I wash your back, you wash mine?”

“I call dibs on the tail!”

Laughing at Nicole’s outburst, Sonic shook his head, before giving the lynx a grin. “Fine you get the tail I’ll get the top!”

“Deal!” The lynx clasped hands with Sonic, a deal was struck.

Feeling a bead of sweat start to roll down the side of her face, Sally suddenly started to regret her suggestion. “Uh guys, WHA-?!” She cried out as she was lifted up into the air, Nicole holding her up by her feet, while Sonic held her up with his hands grasping under her arms. “N-now we shouldn’t get crazy the others will start to wonder if we’re late-.”

“Assuming they ain’t sleeping in themselves after all this is a vacation as much as recuperation from all the fighting.” The lynx sing-songed with a cheerful hum as she helped Sonic carry Sally to the bathroom. “We’ll behave and stick to just washing.”

“Maybe.” Sonic mused, earning a giggle from Nicole while Sally rolled her eyes, but smiled warmly.

“I love you goofs, and since you’re adamant, very well your Princess awaits her washing!”

The three share a laugh as Sonic uses his foot to kick the bathroom door shut. The worries of the future put aside as the three opted to share what time they could in this sort of blissful state. At any moment Eggman or his Egg Bosses could start a new incident and put their moment of peace out of commission. Sometimes, you just had to live a little.

[Author notes: Not very originally using the Post-SGW Reboot setting; but every time I tried to create some new alt-verse or one something of the prior ones; it just… Wasn’t working. So I decided to give this a go and rather enjoy it.

Also, I shamelessly do not regret my Sally/Nicole/Sonic shipping of the Reboot verse. So I decided to use it; and while in-story I didn’t explain it as to avoid killing the pacing here’s the 411 on Nicole having a ‘bio-nanite body’.

After restoring her hand-held, learning of her origins and stopping Phage, Dr. Ellidy before the crew left his lab revealed he had one other project that was to coincide with Nicole’s original purpose of being the digital repository of his daughter Nikki’s mind and memories. A pod containing a cluster of bio-nanites coded with Mobian Lynx DNA, that when given a brain to link with, could create a solid, actual living form. Granted it would still be a blend of natural and artificial but you’d have a living being able to experience the majority of the living experience. While still at odds with his feelings for Nicole; he feels Nikki would want Nicole to have all the chances to ‘have a full, and wonderful life and experiences’. So he gave the pod to the FF, and after some tinkering, Nicole downloaded herself into it and later emerged. Nicole was herself still but now with a body beyond hard light holograms. Yet she was still able to digitize herself and return to cyberspace and come back. Cue all the happiness.

As for the menage a trio, I may….revisit this and give them a fuller story and explanation. Hope it was good and sorry for the fatty A/N I just felt having to go over all this in-story would kill the pace.]