#lighten up a little and ignore it. it's never that deep i promise

[addicted-to-the-knife]

I think it's very important that we bring back this inherent understanding that actors are also just some fucking guys (gender neutral)

[imloyaltoscoups]

just platonic? | yoon jeonghan

Once again, you're at Jeonghan's apartment, casually scrolling through Netflix on the TV, searching for a good show to watch, when you hear him sigh from the kitchen. It’s one of those exaggerated sighs that usually means he’s trying to get your attention without actually asking for it.

“Something wrong?” you call out, not looking up.

“I don’t know. Is there?” Jeonghan replies, his tone dripping with feigned innocence. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

You finally glance up, seeing him leaning against the kitchen counter, holding a mug of coffee. His hair is slightly messy, falling into his eyes, and he’s wearing that oversized shirt he always claims is ‘comfy,’ even though you know he just likes how it makes him look.

“What are you on about now?” you ask, putting the remote down.

Jeonghan shrugs, taking a slow sip from his mug, his eyes never leaving yours. “Nothing much. Just wondering why someone would spend so much time on the screen when there’s such captivating company right here.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh please, you just want attention. You’re like a cat, always craving someone to pet your ego.”

“And yet,” he says, his voice lowering a fraction, “you’re the one who always ends up giving me exactly what I want.”

You feel your face warm slightly at the suggestive undertone in his voice, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. “Only because you’re so high maintenance. Someone’s got to keep you in check.”

Jeonghan’s smirk widens. He puts down his mug and walks over to the couch, sitting down a bit too close for comfort. “You sure that’s all it is? Because it kind of feels like you enjoy taking care of me.”

You huff, trying to ignore the way his leg is brushing against yours. “Someone has to. God knows you’d starve if I didn’t make you dinner every now and then.”

“True,” he says, his voice softening just a bit. “But I don’t just mean the food. You take care of me in other ways, too.”

The sudden sincerity in his tone catches you off guard, and you glance at him, meeting his gaze. There’s something in his eyes, something deep and familiar, and you know he’s not just talking about the meals you cook or the times you make sure he’s getting enough rest.

You quickly look away, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, someone’s gotta make sure you’re not getting too full of yourself.”

He chuckles, his shoulder bumping against yours. “Too late for that, don’t you think? You made me this way.”

“Yeah, right,” you mutter, but you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips.

There’s a brief pause, and then he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You know, if you wanted to keep me in check more often, you could always move in. Think about it—all the time in the world to tell me off for being too charming.”

You laugh, pushing him away lightly. “And spend even more time listening to you whine? Thanks but no thanks.”

Jeonghan grins, undeterred. “I’m just saying, you might enjoy it. We’d be good together, you know? Like an old married couple—arguing one minute, making up the next.”

There’s that undertone again, the one that’s somewhere between a tease and a promise. You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time, but there’s no denying the butterflies you feel.

“Keep dreaming, Hannie,” you say, though there’s no real bite in your words.

He just smiles, leaning back on the couch and stretching out like a contented cat. “Don’t worry, I plan to.”

You lean back, crossing your arms as you try to ignore the heat rising in your face. Jeonghan, as usual this fcker, seems to have an uncanny ability to make you flustered, even when you know he’s just messing with you.

He glances at you sideways, his lips quirking into that sly smile that tells you he’s thinking something far more wicked than what he’s letting on. “You know, for someone who’s always pretending like we’re ‘just friends,’ you really do let me get a little too close sometimes.” His eyes flicker down to where your leg brushes against his, and you know he’s doing it on purpose.

You scoff, trying to keep your composure. “We are just friends. Stop trying to make it into something else.”

He leans back, his body close enough that the air between you seems charged. “Sure we are,” he says in that tone, the one that’s laced with something unspoken. He reaches over, his hand resting casually on your thigh. “Just friends who can’t keep their hands off each other, huh?”

You want to push his hand away, but instead, you let it stay there for a second longer than you should. “It’s not like that,” you murmur, though the lack of conviction in your voice betrays you.

“Oh, really?” he says, voice dropping lower, the teasing replaced with something more insistent. “Then why does your heart beat faster every time I touch you?” His hand moves just a little higher, the fingers pressing lightly against the edge of your shorts. “You can’t deny it—we’ve crossed a line. You’re not just my friend, and you know it.”

You give him a side-eye, your lips pressed into a thin line. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”

He shifts closer, his thigh pressing against yours now, and his hand that is resting on your thigh move casually to rests on the back of the couch, inches from your shoulder. His voice drops lower, almost a whisper, but still with that undeniable edge of cocky arrogance. “I mean, we both know how good we are at this whole... arrangement. Can’t really call it ‘just friends’ when we’re in bed, can we?”

You stiffen slightly, but you refuse to let him get under your skin. “You’re ridiculous. Stop acting like you’ve got me all figured out.”

Jeonghan’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches you try to keep your composure. “It’s cute, you know,” he says, almost mockingly, “watching you pretend like this is all so innocent. But we both know better, don’t we?”

You snort, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “You’re really full of yourself today, huh?”

“Am I?” His smirk is sharp, teasing. “Or are you just mad you can’t deny it? Again we’ve already the crossed line, and we both know it. We’ve had our fun. But let’s be real here—you like it. I like it. And it works. So why not just embrace it?”

The way his words hang in the air makes it hard to focus on anything else. You try to ignore the effect it’s having on you—the little shiver creeping up your spine. You know you should pull away, but somehow, you don’t. Instead, you find yourself leaning to him just a little closer, almost subconsciously, as if your body is betraying your mind.

Jeonghan notices this, his smirk deepening. “See? You’re not fooling anyone. So why don’t we make it easier on ourselves? Why don’t you just move in with me? We already spend so much time together, and you’re always here anyway.” His eyes glint with mischief. “It’ll be so much more convenient, don’t you think?”

You let out a deep sigh before looking at him, “I told you before,” you say, trying to regain some semblance of control. “I’m not moving in with you. You’re too much to handle.”

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, leaning closer, his lips just a breath away from your ear. “Am I? Because I think you’ve gotten pretty comfortable with all the ‘handling’ I’ve been doing.”

The way he says it makes you flush, but you’re not about to admit it. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Hannie. I’m not that easy.”

He chuckles softly, a sound that’s laced with both humor and something darker, more dangerous. “Oh, I know you’re not,” he says quietly. “But you still let me in. And that’s all I really need to know.” He then leans in closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he speaks again, his voice lower, more intimate. “And honestly, I think we’d be even better if we were together more... You know, living together. Think of all the time we’d have to... reconnect. You wouldn’t have to run home after a long night. We could take things slower... or not.”

The way his breath brushes your ear makes you shiver, and you can feel the heat creeping up your neck as he continues, his words slipping into that seductive tone he always seems to master so effortlessly. His lips are dangerously close now, his presence overwhelming, and despite yourself, you’re starting to feel the pull of what he’s suggesting.

“You really know how to push my buttons, don’t you?” you manage to say, though your voice falters slightly, betraying the effect he’s having on you.

Jeonghan chuckles softly, his lips brush against your ear, just a feather-light touch, but it makes your pulse quicken. “I know you like this. Don’t pretend you don’t.”, he whispers.

You swallow hard, your breath hitching as he continues, his lips now tracing the curve of your ear. You try to keep your cool, but your heart is racing in your chest, and your mind is clouded by the tension between you two. His proximity is too much, and you feel your resolve will start to crack anytime.

“You’re so damn persistent,” you mutter, trying to keep your composure. “Always getting what you want.”

“You’re not so hard to figure out, you know,” Jeonghan replies with a smirk that’s all too knowing. He moves his lips down to your jaw, kissing just below your ear before pulling back slightly. “I already know how to make you give in. But imagine if I had more time with you... more time to make you forget everything but me.”

His lips are soft as they peck your cheek, just a brief, innocent touch, but it sends a jolt of warmth through your body. He doesn’t give you time to respond, immediately tilting your chin gently to face him. You don’t pull away, but your breath catches in your throat as his eyes lock onto yours, deep and intense.

“I don’t just want you to be here for a night, or a weekend, or when it’s convenient. I want all of you,” he murmurs, his lips barely brushing yours as he speaks. “I want you here, with me, all the time. Think about it—having everything we want, whenever we want. No more distance, no more playing games.”

It’s not a suggestion anymore. It’s more like an invitation, wrapped in all the quiet promises that make your heart race and your mind spin. You try to hold onto the threads of control, but his gaze is too damn intense, too disarming. Your mind flashes with the idea of being with him all the time—living together, waking up to him every day, hearing his voice close by at all hours. And just the thought has your stomach flipping.

He tilts his head slightly, still close enough for his lips to brush against your skin every time he speaks. “You already leave things at my place. You think I don’t notice? You’re halfway there already. We’re already halfway there.”

You bite your lip, caught somewhere between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer. He’s always been like this—persistent, unrelenting, and yet somehow irresistible. It’s dangerous. It’s thrilling. And the worst part is, you’re starting to want it, too.

“You’re really a pain in the ass,” you say, but the edge in your voice is gone, replaced with something softer, something that gives away just how much he’s getting to you.

“I’m only persistent because I know exactly what I want,” he says with a grin, brushing your hair behind your ear as his fingers graze your skin. His gaze flicks to your lips, and the tension between you both heightens in a heartbeat.

You can barely find your voice, the words coming out quieter than you intend. “And you always get what you want, right?”

Jeonghan’s grin deepens, his lips barely brushing yours as he speaks, his voice low and smooth. “Exactly. So what’s stopping you?”

p.s: I leave this to your imagination

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[risingoftime]

TWO STEP TRAP | SMOKE STACK TWINS X F!READER | TEASER

You are one of the best dancers at the Midnight Blues joint in Chicago; it was only a matter of time before you encountered the Smoke Stack Twins. Their names linger in the club like perfume and cigars. If you are in the scene, you know them… and of course, they knew you.

“A lady always has a choice,” he rebutted, voice like molasses slow drippin’ off a spoon.

“Who said I was a lady?” you challenged, chin tilted, and your cheeks filled with heat. Once it slipped out of your mouth, there was no snatching it back. You’ve always been reckless with the way words leap past your lips without permission. He didn’t as much as blink at your question, didn’t smirk either. Just stepped in closer, real close, until the scent of smoke, cologne, and something else curled in your nose again. His thigh rose between your legs, stopping just shy of making contact with your center, enough to make your breath catch in your throat. Dipping you down and pulling you back up in time with the strums of the guitar that played aloud. 

“Then I reckon I ain’t gotta treat you like one,” he murmured, voice pitched low and dangerous, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I do like a woman who talks back.” You swore your knees might buckle right there. “S’wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” he joked to lighten the obvious tension that grew quickly between you two. You could hear your heartbeat over the hum of the blues and chatter that surrounded you. His thigh lingered, firm and deliberate, almost making you forget your own damn name. But you weren’t going to let him have the upper hand. Not entirely. 

Leaning in just a little, with parted lips and sharp eyes. “And what do they call you, stranger?” your voice came out strong and daring, like you weren’t already trying to keep your head on straight. 

He didn’t answer right away, dragging his gaze from your eyes to your lips, then down to the space between you that barely existed anymore. “They call me Stack,” he finally said, a slow smile beginning to curl at the corner of his mouth. “But you can call me Elias Moore.” He said it like a promise as he lowered his deep red fedora hat, his eyes never leaving yours. His name hung in the air, impossible to ignore. The kind of name a woman didn’t forget, even if she wanted to. The Elias Stack Moore stood before you, and being his girl could open up more doors for you than you could count. 

“Come on,” he drawled, his hand brushing the small of your back. “Dance floor’s gettin too damn crowded for what I got in mind.” You felt him guide you, firm but unhurried through he sea of moving bodies, past the haze of cigar smoke and spilled bourbon, nobody paid y’all any mind. Juke joints were built on secrets and sideways glances anyway.

The change room door creaked as he pushed it open with his shoulder. The low bulb above their heads was flickering, as if it knew what was coming. Inside, it smelled like lavender powder and dust. The old velvet curtains were draped over crates, hiding booze and our valuables. The crooked mirror watched us from its respective corners. He closed the door behind you with a click that felt louder than it was.

He leaned against it for a beat, arms crossed, watching you like he was still deciding whether to kiss you or ruin you slowly. “Now,” Stack’s voice dropped to a sinful hush, “where were we?”

a/n: POSTING TOMORROW!!! :)

[missqhughes]

HATE TO WANT YOU | Q. HUGHES43

-> quinn hughes x fem!reader

-> includes: smut with plot, dom!quinn, fingering, unprotected sex, sexual themes, use of y/n, intended lowercase, platonic fem!reader x luke & jack

-> IN WHICH: y/n loves her best friend luke with all her heart, but there’s one person she can’t stand; his brother. she can’t take it anymore; in a confrontation with quinn, he can’t help but drop his facade and give her everything he’s always wanted to.

-> sexxxxyyyy request anon thank you! i too want quinn to hate me and then fuck me senseless. drooling. love it as much as i do! mwah

*fic is not proofread

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

this wasn’t y/n’s first summer with the hughes brothers.

and it wasn’t her first at the lake house.

ever since they bought it, she’d been there every summer since.

she loved the hughes family, especially her best friend luke. all of them treating her like their own, all except quinn.

and now she stood in the living room, leisurely on her phone, when a rough shoulder shoves past her,

“can you not stand in the middle of hallway? always in the fucking way…” quinn mumbled, ruffling his hair whilst disappearing into the pool room.

y/n scoffed, trying to appear unphased by quinn’s attitude.

quinn had it out for her for so long she couldn’t even remember a time he didn’t act like he hated her. shoving her roughly whenever they all would play together, putting spiders on her body in the summer when he knew she was afraid, and god, all his rude comments galore.

she shook out of her thoughts, making her way to luke’s room, knocking five times to signal to the other that it was them.

“come in!”

she didn’t bother creaking open the door, luke was sitting on his computer playing video games, her flinging herself onto his bed. y/n sighed, causing him to pause his focus and face her,

“what’s wrong? you never just dramatic sigh for nothing.”

she sat up, scrunching her nose before answering, “have you ever noticed… that like… do you think quinn hates me?”

luke gave her a look, “hates you? like genuinely?”

“yes.”

for some corrupt reason in her mind, he started laughing at her question,

“luke! it’s not funny! i’m being serious.”

luke held is stomach, his laughter dying down a bit, “he just treats you like a little sibling that’s all. plus why do you care what quinn thinks? you’ve never brought it up before.”

his words stirred in her brain. sure, she had never mentioned it, but deep down it bothered her and she couldn’t exactly pinpoint why.

because it was just plain rude?

because she couldn’t stand up for herself?

because she found quinn attractive?

thinking about it all made her chest feel weird.

“i don’t care. i mean, i guess i do, i don’t want my best friends brother to hate me for the rest of our lives,” y/n sighs, laying back down on luke’s messy sheets.

he removed his headset and sat next to her, patting her leg affectionately,

“dude you’re fine, i promise he doesn’t hate you, lighten up okay? you’re freaking me out,”

the two giggled softly at his comment, y/n feeling better with luke’s reassurance but not quite. nonetheless, she decided to ignore it.

“sorry, sorry, can’t be mopey here. let’s go down to the dock yeah?”

luke’s smile grew, “race you down there?” he lightly shoved her off his bed, out of his bedroom,

“i’ll beat you to it lukey!”

——————————————————————————

y/n did beat luke down to the dock, only to be met with quinn.

and only quinn.

not even picking up his head to look at her, quinn continued to scroll on his phone as y/n laid her towel down.

“y/n.”

“hello quinn.”

the awkward silence sat between them per usual when this sort of thing happened, when they were finally in a weird position of being alone together. y/n put her sunglasses on, feeling quinn’s glare branding her skin every time he looked at her.

in time to save her, luke ran down, towel and speaker in hand.

“damn it!” he huffed, completely out of breath and throwing his things down next to hers in defeat. she giggled, and saw quinn rolling his eyes out of the corner of hers.

quinn cleared his throat, getting up off the chair, “well now that the peace and quiet is gone, i’m going up. see you guys for dinner.” and with that, he disappeared up to the house.

luke waved off his brother, focused on his phone picking a song. y/n watched until she knew quinn was out of sight, then shoved luke hard in the shoulder,

“shit y/n, what the hell was that for?”

“i told you he hates me. he literally just went up as soon as i came down!”

“dude, he went up because he knew we’re gonna play music and you know how he is. seriously what’s up with you? you’re way too bothered by this.”

she rolled her eyes at him, not really being able to exactly articulate why she felt the way she did. at least not to him.

“i told you already i just don’t want him hating me for the rest of our lives,”

“want me to ask?”

y/n’s eyes widened, shoving luke once more, “no! that’s so embarrassing luke don’t,”

he shoved her back, “then YOU ask him, jesus! ask him after dinner or something,”

she laid on her side, facing him with contemplation in her eyes, he shrugged in response, “doesn’t hurt to say somethin,”

“okay fine, but if i’m totally right then i’m blaming you.”

after soaking up the hot summer sun, y/n and luke retreated back into the house. both exhausted, they parted their ways until dinner.

not another body was sighted in the house, and thinking quinn and jack went to the store, she went down to the kitchen to get a drink, restoring the energy the sun brought out of her.

she grabbed a coke from the fridge, hearing footsteps behind her she turned her head around, and there was quinn.

she all of a sudden felt very exposed in front of him her small bikini, especially alone in the kitchen. it’s different on the dock, you’re not supposed to be wearing barely nothing inside.

she turned her head back, hearing quinn let out a long exhale as he slipped past her, likely annoyed by just her simply being in his vicinity. the tension still stood thick between them, and in the discomfort y/n made a break for her room, not looking back.

——————————————————————————

she tried to get through dinner as normal, but y/n couldn’t control the bouncing in her leg, the anxiety of asking quinn the dreaded question manifesting through the rest of her body.

after everyone was done, her and luke stood beside each other doing dishes, him giving her a slight nudge when quinn left and settled with jack in the living room.

“so are you gonna say something?” he whispered, barely loud enough for her own ears to pick up,

“yeah i will, just not right now. not when there’s an audience,” she said wiping her hands, waiting for luke to finish up.

“you guys wanna watch a movie?” jack’s voice echoed,

“yeah we’re coming!” luke replied, waving her over to walk with him. they sat on the two available chairs, while jack and quinn occupied the couch.

jack had already picked something out, and even though it had just started, she felt eyes peering at her. y/n continued to look over at luke, who was focused on the screen, thinking it was him. she looked over at jack, who was in the same boat as his younger brother, then eventually landing at quinn.

his jaw ever so slightly squeezed tighter when her eyes met his, wandering his piercing eyes to the tv. she shuffled in the chair, attempting to mend the discomfort she felt.

——————————————————————————

with about an hour left of the movie, jack stretched, yawning as he sat up from the couch, “i’m gonna go to bed, i’m exhausted, night everyone,”

everyone said goodnight back as he left, leaving just the three of them behind.

this time, luke was looking over at y/n, and when her glance met his, she saw him looking at the situation in front of him, seeing the idea formulate in his head.

y/n looked at him with a pleading face, begging for him not to put the pressure on her right then and there, but he ignored,

“you guys can finish the movie without me, i’m lowkey really tired too.”

“luke,” y/n began, slightly weary,

“goodnight,” he said quickly, jogging to his bedroom, as fast and as least suspicious as possible. she fell back in the plush chair gently, avoiding even looking in quinn’s direction.

they sat there, she was sure neither of them were even watching, and decided that it was enough,

“can i ask you something?” she breathed out, feeling like the air from her lungs came with her words.

quinn turned his head to look at her, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, not expecting her to say anything,

“what?”

“why do you not like me?”

the questioned lingered in the air for far longer than she felt okay with. feeling frustrated, she got up, cursing at herself internally for even asking him such a question,

“wait,”

she doesn’t, instead marches straight to her room, not stopping when she hears footsteps behind her.

she gets halfway down the hallway just at the staircase before a gasp leaves y/n’s breath when she feels herself be spun around and pinned onto the wall.

quinn pins her by the hips, eyes staring deep into her own, an unreadable expression on his face.

“you didn’t let me finish.”

“then finish.” she spat back, done with his antics and still embarrassed about leaving her hanging in the living room.

“i was going to say i don’t hate you, before you ran away like a scared little kid.”

she scoffed, not believing a word he said when he just had to throw in an insult in.

“you really expect me to believe that? you’ve done nothing but torn into me since the day we’ve met. i don’t get it, i’ve done nothing to you quinn. nothing.”

he let her words soak into him, taking in all of herself in front of him, admiring it internally.

“it’s not you as a person i hate.” he said, the placement on her hips unwavering,

“so you do hate me,” she kissed her teeth, “then what is it quinn? what do you hate about me that isn’t just me?”

his breathing was hard yet steady, thinking over his next words,

“for one,”

his grip tightened,

“i hate that you’re talking back to me right now,”

y/n’s heart rate picked up,

“i hate how fucking hot you look when you dance around in practically nothing all day,”

his hands moved up slightly,

“i hate how much lukey loves you, how you’re all his and-”

“-luke and i will never be that,” she stopped him, not wanting him, or anyone for that matter, to think her and luke were anything more than friends.

“not what i meant. he gets to spend all this time with you, here there everywhere, and it makes me hate you.”

she felt her heartbeat everywhere in her body, ears hot and arousal seeping through her with his words.

y/n swallowed, “why does that make you hate me?” she whispered, falling into this version of quinn right before her eyes.

“because i hate that i want you, you of all people,” he said lowly, face moving close enough to where their breaths could mingle, crossing territories neither of them have dared to even look at with each other.

“if you don’t like this, tell me. if it’s too much, tell me to stop,” his hands felt around her waist, a different kind of tensions between them now, with only air and opportunity separating them.

“don’t, don’t stop,” she let out, closing her eyes in anticipation for him. and boy, did it come.

quinn’s lips hooked on to hers, primal and eager to explore her mouth. his lips spoke louder than his voice ever could.

y/n’s hands worked their way up from his shirt covered abs to his face, holding it in her hands while he kissed her in a way that told her it wasn’t just her lips he was going to be tasting.

he savored every time his teeth sunk into her plump bottom lip, gently tugging and feeling himself grow harder with the soft noises she let out whenever he did so.

quinn walked them to the couch, and he pulled away to push her down softly, y/n looking at up at him, needy and wanting more. he wasted no time in diving down to kiss her again, his hand finding its way down her shorts.

he smiled devilishly when he was met with a damp spot in her underwear, knowing she was fully soaked underneath,

“already fucking dripping for me huh? m’sure you’ve wanted this,” he mumbled against her lips, feeling her moan on his when he started rubbing her clit through her clothed core.

he pulled away, wanting to see how she looked withering under his teases. y/n’s bottom lip was between her teeth, one of her hands gripping onto quinn’s tshirt,

“mm, quinn, need your hands inside me,”

he knew it too, craving for his fingers to fuck her pussy and make a mess on his hand.

he peeled off her shorts, mouth almost watering seeing her pussy drip through her panties. he moved them to the side, running his ring and middle fingers between her folds before plunging them into her.

y/n covered her mouth, knowing the guttural moan that was going to escape her lips was uncontrollable. her back arched as he curled his fingers, using his thumb to circle her clit at a pace soon to send her over the edge.

her grip on his shirt caused her knuckles to turn white, and he felt her clench around his fingers, close to her release,

“yeah that’s it… cum for me, y/n,”

she panted, legs shaking slightly as the tightness in her stomach loosed, her juices glistening all over his hand as he pumped into her through her high.

quinn brought his hands up to lick his fingers, cleaning her off of them,

“you taste so fucking good, god i need you,”

y/n grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, drunken off quinn making her cum so quick.

“fuck me, quinn hughes. fuck me like you hate me.”

those words were enough for him, effortlessly he threw her over his shoulder, grabbing her shorts and carrying her up towards his room, the one place in the house she had never been.

he put her down on his bed, y/n taking in every part of quinn’s room, a sight she had yet to look at.

he was sure as hell neater than luke, little canucks things here and there as well as small things he’s collected over the years. it was cute to her to see the difference in how he acted vs his safe space, even a small teddy bear resting on his dresser.

her mind went back to reality when she heard the door click, quinn turning back to crawl on top of her on his bed.

he slightly pushed her legs apart, y/n hooking them around his waist instinctively, his mouth trailing hot kisses down her jaw and neck.

y/n felt her core growing burning hot, squeezing her legs tight around his waist, desperate for friction on her core.

“you needy huh? turn around.”

y/n obliged, but not before taking off her shirt, whilst facing quinn, seeing his adam’s apple shift when she was left in just a bra and underwear.

she turned around, sticking her ass high in the air for him, quinn admiring her arch pulled her panties down her legs, a bead of arousal following with.

he couldn’t wait any longer, he stripped off all his layers of clothing, pumping his stiff dick leaking with precum before aligning himself with her.

at first he pumped slowly, just to get himself fully inside, but after that he slammed into her, erotic noises emitting from the muffled sheets whilst he fucked her senseless.

quinn groaned at the feeling of y/n around his dick, squeezing it perfectly every time he pounded her in just the right spot.

she gripped his sheets hard, feeling herself come undone underneath him, whimpering into the bed with pleasure.

quinn snaked his around her neck, pulling her up by it and fucking her harder,

“you like it— shit, when i fuck you like this?”

“fuck oh my god, yes quinn, mm,”

he pushed her back into the bed, his thrusts become sloppy and untamed, dick twitching as he let go inside of her, warm release coating the inside of her pussy.

quinn flipped her back over, kissing her cheek before collapsing next to her on the bed, both still buzzing from sex.

“quinn?”

“yeah?” he replied, still trying to catch the rhythm in his lungs,

“i don’t think you hate me anymore,” y/n said, breathlessly laughing as she closed her eyes, also trying to regain herself.

he chuckled softly, handing her clothes back to her before putting on his own.

“as much as i’d like you to stay,” he said, running a hand through his now messed up hair, “you should go back to your room, wouldn’t want lukey having a heart attack seeing you come out of my room in the morning huh?”

she shuddered at just the thought of it, “absolutely not,” she stood up, shaky legs carrying her to his door, quinn right behind,

“but between us, you’ll be back in here tomorrow night.”

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia

[aliciax3]

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This was my fate; giving in to your lips, to your eyes.

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Joe Liebgott x Female Reader (18+)

Warnings: Explicit - 18+, unprotected sex

Summary:

You finally give in to your attraction to Joe Liebgott.

Notes:

There's a lead in to the smut, and a little fluff sprinkled at the end, but this is basically just a detailed sex scene. So if that's your thing, read on. ;)

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Toccoa, 1942

Joe Liebgott: the sexiest of all of the Easy Company boys; in your humble opinion, anyway. All of the boys flirted with you, but you only had eyes for him. Unfortunately, when you joined the paratroops as the only woman, you promised yourself you wouldn't get involved with anyone. The last thing you needed was to only be seen as someone's play thing in a man's world.

So even though Joe seemed to be interested in you, too, you tried to make sure that you were never alone together. Because you knew that the second you were, you would jump on him. Even just sitting next to him created so much sexual tension; you hoped it wasn't obvious. You tried to even act like he annoyed you so that no one would know the truth. And you had been doing pretty well so far, until one day...

"Latrine duty!" Sobel yelled, half looking like he enjoyed assigning it. "Let's see... Liebgott!"

You glanced over at Joe who was grunting and rolling his eyes at being called on, but then you continued on with what you were doing. It hadn't occurred to you to be worried about who else Sobel was going to call.

"And..." Sobel continued as he looked around for his next victim. "Y/l/n!"

Your eyes widened, and your first instinct was to glance back at Liebgott, but he was already looking at you this time, with a big smirk on his face. Oh no...

You quickly shuffled over to Sobel. "Captain Sobel, permission to speak, sir?"

"Denied. Latrine duty. Now."

"Yes, sir..." You sighed as Sobel walked away, and Joe came up beside you, smiling.

"Let's go, buddy. Duty calls." Joe winked and put his arm around your shoulder.

You glared at him with a dirty look, causing him to take his arm back.

"Lighten up, dollface. I don't know why you hate me so much, but I plan to have that changed by the end of the day." He smirked.

Outwardly, you rolled your eyes, but in your head you were telling him that you only hate him for making you want him so badly.

The two of you grabbed the cleaning supplies and then made your way to the latrine. When you arrived, you made sure to set some ground rules.

"You start on that side, I'll start on that side, and we'll meet in the middle. And then we'll do the shower," you said as you pointed around the room. "Just stay out of my way."

"Suit yourself, but I bet by the time we're done here, you'll be begging me to come closer." He winked again.

You rolled your eyes yet again. "Don't flatter yourself."

As you were cleaning, Joe started singing for awhile, and then started going on and on about some comic book he's read.

"Do you ever shut up?" You finally asked from the bathroom stall next to him.

"Maybe if you ask nicely."

"Okay. Please shut up?"

"Would you really prefer to work in complete silence?" He asked.

"I'd rather work listening to the voice in my head than listen to yours." The truth was, you loved his voice. And it was driving you crazy in all the ways you didn't need.

"Damn, you are ruthless. I like that in a girl."

You could hear him smiling through his words, but you decided to ignore him. The next few minutes were spent in silence, but all you could think about were all the ways you could keep his mouth busy, and you found yourself deep in a sexual fantasy. You shook yourself out of it when he spoke again.

"Well, I'm done here. I'll start on the shower." He began whistling on his way to the other side of the room.

Shortly after, you finished your last stall and made your way to help him. You took a deep breath when you approached. You started on the opposite side of the shower from him, taking your time on each knob and shower head, not in a rush to meet him in the middle. He was still whistling, but you didn't bother saying anything. After awhile, you didn't even notice it; you were too busy picturing the two of you in the shower together, with his hands and his lips all over your body. You were snapped out of it, though, when you two bumped into each other.

"Oh, sorry, doll." Joe said as you leaned your back onto the shower wall to get out of his way. But he didn't move. He just smirked as he stood face to face with you. You were basically holding your breath and he was so close to you that he noticed.

"Am I making you nervous?" He smirked again; his lips just inches from yours.

In that moment, you lost all self control, and grabbed his face with your hands as you pressed your lips together for the first time. The two of you began kissing passionately, and you moved your hands to wrap your arms around his neck while his hands made their way to your hips. He pressed himself into you, and you could feel the already hardening bulge in his pants so you pulled him even closer to you, causing him to groan onto your lips. You were about to get carried away when you heard Sobel's voice from the entrance to the latrine.

"Time's up, privates!"

Luckily you couldn't be seen from the doorway, but you were both jolted out of the kiss and tried to hurriedly pull yourselves together.

Sobel continued as he approached, "You will stand at attention for inspection."

You both did as you were told without looking at each other. Once Sobel approved of the job you did, he reminded you that it was time for dinner. You had no desire to eat; you only had one thing on your mind: getting Joe alone. The two of you walked in silence to put the cleaning supplies back. Joe was the first one to speak.

"So... do you want to go have dinner?"

You looked at him and nodded "no" and then whispered in his ear as you grabbed the waistband of his pants, "I'd rather have you."

You smiled at him and began walking towards your quarters. It was lucky that you were the only girl, and therefore got a room to yourself. It took a second for Joe to move, due to the shock of what you were doing, but then he started jogging after you. You started running and kept looking back at him and smiling as he was following you to your room. When you reached the door, you stopped and turned around and made a "come here" motion with your finger. You were both smiling as he ran up to you. When he reached you, he leaned in for a kiss, but you opened the door and backed inside with a grin on your face. His matching grin seemed to imply that he was enjoying your playfulness. You were standing in the middle of the room waiting for him as he closed the door behind him, but he stood still for a moment.

Before walking up to you he asked, smiling, "Are you going to run away from me again?"

You smiled and nodded "no."

He approached you and put his hands on your hips, and pulled you towards him to hold your body against his, causing you to smile even bigger. Your lips were just inches apart, but he didn't kiss you right away. The anticipation was building as you looked down at his lips, and back up to his eyes. Finally, he slid his hands from your hips to your ass and pressed you even closer to his crotch as he began kissing you passionately. In return, you pulled him closer to you and pressed yourself further into him. The kiss lasted awhile, until he had to come out of it to catch his breath. He then slid his right hand up to your shoulder and brushed the stray hair off your neck before proceeding to kiss it. You tilted your head to provide him with better access, and then he began nibbling at your neck, which caused your breathing to get heavier as you felt a tingling in your crotch. He seemed to be testing out how much you would let him do as he alternated between biting slightly harder and sucking.

When you didn't stop him, he paused himself and looked at you, "I'm going to leave a mark, you know."

You smiled. "Go ahead. Leave your mark on me, Joe."

His eyes widened with what seemed to be a new excitement that your words stirred up in him. So you took his hand and led him to the bed. You laid down and exposed your neck again.

"Leave your mark on me, Joe." You repeated.

He quickly climbed on top of you, as if he was afraid you were going to change your mind if he took too long. Hovering over you, he instantly put his lips to your neck and began biting and sucking your skin, sending chills all over your body. You started running your fingers through his hair as he was leaving a hickey that surely everyone would see. When he was satisfied with the mark he made, he stopped and looked at you.

"I hope Sobel doesn't get you in trouble for having something that's not part of your uniform." He smirked.

You chuckled and pulled him on top of you, bringing him in for another passionate kiss. You could feel his hard bulge against your body as he slipped his right hand under your shirt and bra to grab one of your breasts as you continued kissing. In turn, you slipped your hands under his shirt and ran your fingers up his back. This caused him to pause and sit back on his knees to take his shirt off. You then held your arms up, indicating that you wanted him to take your shirt off next. He slid his hands under your shirt and slowly ran them up your sides before lifting your shirt up from underneath, giving you goosebumps. He tossed your shirt aside as you lifted yourself slightly to undo your bra hook. You then held your arms out so that he would take your bra off for you. He lightly grabbed the straps and slowly slipped them off of your shoulders and slid the bra off of your arms, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fell out of the cups. He seemed to be distracted by that for a moment as he stared at your bare breasts and erect nipples.

"Joe?" You said, smiling, trying to get him to refocus.

He looked back up at your face, and then quickly laid back on top of you and stuck his tongue in your mouth again. After a few more moments of exploring your mouth with his tongue, he ran his hands down your shoulders and to your chest, grabbing both of your breasts. He spent the next few minutes squeezing them and giving each nipple a turn in his mouth; Licking, biting, and sucking them as if he was worshipping them. You just ran your fingers through his hair and moaned in enjoyment until he had his fill.

When he stopped, he looked up at you. "Sorry, I'm a boob guy." He winked.

You laughed. "I couldn't tell." You said sarcastically.

Still lying on top of you, he didn't waste any time slipping his right hand down your pants, rubbing your underwear against your already wet crotch, which was soaking through with every rub.

"Damn." He said, looking at you.

You bit your lip. You could tell he was surprised you were so wet already. "Touch me, Joe." You breathed out.

Joe obliged by slipping his hand into your panties this time. He began by rubbing circles on your clit and watched your face as you closed your eyes and moaned. Then he moved his hand further south, and you gasped when he slipped two of his fingers into your soaked pussy with ease.

"You're awfully wet for someone that hated me a few hours ago."

You opened your eyes and looked at him, his face right above yours, and rolled your eyes and smiled. Of course he had to make a dumb comment.

"Shut up." You playfully said as you grabbed the back of his head and made him kiss you again.

But when he started moving his fingers in and out of you, you couldn't help but break the kiss and moan onto his lips. He then started moving his fingers faster, and watched your face as you closed your eyes and began breathing heavier. Moving his fingers in and out of you faster still, you started squirming as the pleasure was building.

"Joe," you breathed out.

"Yeah, doll?" He said, still fucking your wet pussy with his fingers.

"I need you, Joe." You exhaled between pants for air.

"And I need you to cum for me." He smirked.

At this point, you couldn't speak. All you could do was squirm under him as you tried to catch any sort of breath as you felt like you were going to explode.

"Let go, babe."

At his suggestion, you let yourself go over the edge, and let out a loud groan as you covered his hand and your panties in cum. You had never cum so hard from someone's hands before, and now you desperately needed him inside of you.

"That's a good girl," he said, smiling at your face that was probably as red as can be.

He slipped his hand out and started sucking you off of his fingers. "Mmm."

You bit your lip and started grabbing at his waistband, desperate to free his cock.

He laughed. "Someone's in a hurry."

"I need you, Joe. Now."

"Didn't you just cum?" He smirked.

"I need you inside of me, Joe. Please." You pulled his hips into yours.

"Are you begging me?" He still had a smirk on his face, thinking back to what he had told you earlier.

You looked him straight in the eye. "Yes, Joe. I'm begging you." You were growing more desperate to feel him inside of you, but he kept stalling.

"What are you begging for? What do you want?"

"I want you, Joe. I want your cock inside of me."

"Why didn't you say so?" He winked.

You playfully rolled your eyes again. He knew full well that you had already told him. Why you found his smugness so attractive, you'll never know.

He leaned back onto the heels of his feet to slip your pants off. Then he stood up to take off his own, but you reached over so you could undo his pants for him. You slowly pulled his pants down so you could watch his stiff cock spring out from behind them. You bit your lip at the sight of it. He's Jewish, so it was obviously circumcised, and covered in bulging veins that you couldn't wait to feel inside of you.

Watching you admire it, he took it into his right hand and started stroking it next to your face. You looked up at him, still biting your lip, so he pulled down on the shaft of his cock and offered it to your mouth. You gladly accepted it.

You took it into your right hand and shoved it into your mouth, moving it in and out. He helped your movement by moving his hips back and forth towards your mouth, as he let out a sigh and rolled his head back. After another moment, he looked down at you to watch his cock going in and out of your mouth as you were staring up at him. But then he stopped you.

"Okay. Any more of that and we'll already be done here."

You laughed as you wiped your mouth. You then laid back down, leaving your knees up and your legs spread. He stroked his cock again as he came back onto the bed and knelt in front of you.

Still stroking, he was alternating between looking at your face and your pussy, biting his lip.

Trying to be smug like him, you looked at him from in between your legs and said, "Like what you see?" and smirked.

"Fuck yeah. You're gorgeous."

You smiled back at him. "I'm going to need that now, Joe Liebgott." You said as you glanced down at his cock in his hand.

"Are you begging again?"

You decided to play his game so that he'd finally give you what you need. "Yes, Joe. I'm begging you. I'm begging you to come closer and give me your cock. I need you inside of me, right now. Please." You playfully begged.

He laughed in amusement as he shifted positions to hover over you, cock still in his hand. After a few more strokes, he put his cock to your wet entrance, rubbing your clit with the tip a few times before entering you.

As he entered you slowly, he let out a sigh and said, "Fuck, you feel good, babe."

In return, you closed your eyes and rolled your head back in pleasure as you felt every veiny inch of his bare cock slowly rub against the walls of your pussy.

When he had almost bottomed out, you opened your eyes and put your hands on his ass and pushed him even further into you, watching his face as you did so. He seemed pleased with your eagerness, and began thrusting in and out of you.

"Mmm. Your cock feels so good, Joe." You bit your lip.

After a few moments of watching your pleasure, he asked, "Ready for more?"

Still biting your lip, you looked at him and nodded "yes."

He shifted to be on his knees so that he could get a better angle, and you put your feet up on his shoulders. He grabbed your hips to hold you still while he started thrusting in and out of you faster and harder. You were watching as his cock moved in and out of you, and biting the tip of your finger.

"How's the view?" He asked.

You looked up at him, and he smiled and winked. You couldn't help but laugh; he was still being 100% Joe even in the middle of fucking you.

"Amazing." You said, smiling up at him.

He leaned down and kissed your lips as he was thrusting in and out of you. The feeling of his lips on yours in that moment sent a tingle straight down to your pussy. You were starting to wonder if you would ever be able to keep your hands off of him after this. You knew you always wanted him, and you knew the sex would probably be great, but just kissing him turned you on. And you couldn't believe how good his cock felt inside of you, as if he was your perfect fit.

After separating from the kiss, he suddenly started thrusting faster and harder. With his hands still holding your hips, he began pulling you into him with every thrust. You had one hand gripping the pillow under your head, and the other between your teeth; trying not to let out any loud noises. Suddenly, Joe switched to moving in and out of you slowly, though still pulling your hips towards him with each thrust, so you began moaning quietly. The pleasure was building inside of you when, just as suddenly, he started pounding you again.

An "Oh, God!" slipped out of your mouth in that moment, with the sudden change of pace.

"That's it, baby. Let it out." Joe said, which made you realize his plan was to get you to make noise.

At this point, he was ramming his cock into you, and pulling you into him just as hard. You could no longer keep your volume down, and were letting out a high-pitched yelp with every thrust, which eventually turned into you screaming his name repeatedly.

"That's right. Let everyone know who's giving you what you need." Joe said in between poundings.

It was clear that he wanted everyone at Toccoa to know that he was the one getting to fuck you. And at this point, you didn't care; he was making you see stars.

Clinging to the pillow with both hands now, him ramming his cock into you eventually turned his name into purely whimpers as you began having multiple small orgasms as his cock was hitting all the right spots, and getting you wetter each time. Everytime you orgasmed, you began pushing his cock out of you, until he quickly pushed himself back in and caused another orgasm to follow closely behind; he had total control over your pleasure, and you could feel that the area between the two of you was soaked from your pussy being wetter than it's ever been.

"Seems like someone is enjoying themselves." Joe said. "How many times are you going to cum for me?"

You somehow managed to mutter a response in between your uncontrollable whimpering, "As many times as you want me to, Joe."

Still ramming into you, he replied, "As many times as I want?"

You weakily nodded "yes" as his body was slapping against yours and causing another orgasm. You were also pleasantly surprised that he was lasting this long, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him; even though you could barely see through your squinting, watering eyes. Another small orgasm came, and then Joe suddenly slowed down his thrusts, and leaned down to kiss your lips once.

With his face inches from yours he whispered, "Can you cum for me one more time, baby?"

You bit your lip, nodded yes, and said, "Don't pull out, Joe."

"Whatever you say, doll."

He kissed your lips once again before straightening his body up again. He shifted his angle slightly, and started hitting your G spot as he began strategic thrusting to help you both reach your finishing orgasm.

"Oh, God, Joe... Don't stop!" You cried out as he was hitting the perfect spot. "Oh, God... Joe! I'm cumming!"

You were both pushed over the edge at the same time. As you were cumming hard all over his cock, he let out a grunt and held himself deep inside of you as he coated your insides. He dropped down on top of you, and you could feel your pussy throbbing around him as you both desperately panted for air.

"Holy shit." He managed to breathe out, still inside of you.

You were gasping for air when he lifted his head to look at you. You smiled at him and brushed some of his sweaty hair off of his forehead.

He then kissed your lips once again and laid down next to you, and lifted his arm so you could cuddle up next to him. You were lying on your back, your head resting against him, and you had your left hand on your chest. To your surprise, when he reached his left hand over your shoulder, he laced his fingers with yours. Unexpectedly, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

He broke the brief silence, "This war is about to be really fun." You could hear him smiling through his words, knowing that he was implying that you two would be having sex during the war.

"What makes you think this is going to happen again?"

When he didn't respond, you looked at him, and laughed when you saw the half shocked, half disappointed look on his face.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"You." You laughed again.

"Why? You're hurting a guy's ego here. I thought it was good for you."

You laughed yet again, "I'm pretty sure you could tell that it was amazing for me, Joe."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Well, for starters, if we keep doing this then I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of you even in inappropriate times."

Finally relieved, he laughed. "I'm okay with that."

"Then there's the other problem..." He was silent again. "If we keep doing this..." you hesitated as you looked at your fingers intertwined. "I might fall in love with you." You were afraid to look back at him, but he took his right hand and turned your chin so that you'd look at his face.

He looked you straight in the eye as he replied, "I'm okay with that, too."

"Good. Because I think I'm already falling for you..." You hadn't turned away from him, and you couldn't believe that you said that out loud; you hadn't even told it to yourself yet...

Much to your surprise, Joe smiled again, and said "Good. Then I don't have to worry about sharing you."

His response put a huge smile on your face, which made him kiss you. And then you snuggled up even closer to him, and buried your face in his neck.

He began rubbing your back. "So I guess it's safe to say you don't hate me anymore."

"I never really hated you, Joe. I just hated you for making me want you so badly."

He stopped rubbing your back, "Wait a minute... You mean, all this time you actually wanted me real bad?"

"Don't let it inflate your already large ego, Joe." You laughed.

"No... It's just the way you always talked, you know? I didn't think you wanted to even be anywhere near me."

"I was afraid to be near you."

"Why?"

"Because I knew this would happen." You motioned to your cuddled up naked bodies.

"And this was a bad thing?"

"No... But I thought it would be..."

"I don't follow."

You sighed. "As the only female paratrooper, I thought if I hooked up with someone then I'd only be seen as the resident sex toy, and not a viable member of the company."

"Well, you're not the resident sex toy. You're my girl."

You felt butterflies in your stomach again.

"Is that okay?" He asked.

You smiled at him, "It's perfect."

He smiled back at you, and pulled you closer to him. He then kissed your head before you buried your face into his neck again, and it didn't take long for you to fall asleep in his arms.

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My other Joe Liebgott x Female Reader fics:

☆ "Go on, leave me breathless."

☆ "In Dreams"

☆ "A hundred reasons, and counting still."

☆ "I never could forget you."

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I NEED YOU TO EXPAND ON ALL OF THEM RIGHT NOW 👹👹

lemme just add some more:

alejandro would be like "ooh~ a little too straightforward, don't you think, cariño?"

rudy would flush IMMEDIATELY he'd be so embarrassed

alex would be a little flustered and confused, and he would have a slight blush the whole time

graves' immediate reaction would be to just say "no." (but you can persuade him if you try)

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BAKEMFKX YESS!! and this is MALE READER! — i’m flip flopping who’s hurt for this btw!! AND the Gaz version was already written! I’m not leaving him out, promise! — part one

Soap would chuckle and grin, lifting his shirt up for you. He’s noticed the way you take a double look at him, staring a bit too hard when he has to take his sweaty sleeveless shirt off.. He leans back with a slight wince and he doesn’t just lift his shirt, he takes it off. You take a quiet deep breath and you begin to work on the gashes and cuts on his torso, but you jolt when you hear, “If you wanted my clothes off, coulda asked me out ta’dinner first lad.” Or something like, “If ya wanted’ta touch me, ya could’ve just asked nicely..” This man’s pride swells when you visibly are blushing.

Ghost would be confused when you questioned him why when there was so much blood soaking your shirt, making it cling to your chest. You let out a little “oh” and scramble to take your shirt off for him to treat it. He notices the way your stomach flexes under his touch and Ghost doesn’t mention it at all, but he finds it amusement to an extent.

Price would raise his eyebrow for a moment when you got all nervous, explaining you needed him to raise his shirt to see his wound. Price is quiet as you work on his wounds, hissing and letting out a quiet “watch it” on accident and apologizing, but fuck, his tone of voice made it worse for you. You avoid eye contact and try not to stare at his chest too hard, your ever so slightly trembling hands finish patching him up and you quick help him put his shirt on. Price isn’t dumb, he knows he got you flustered, but he’d rather mention it off field than anything.

Rudy’s nervous as he takes his shirt off and he would lean back to allow you to do your work, but he has a blush dusting his cheeks and his neck the whole time. He feels stupid for asking why, especially when he hisses in pain when you dab at his wounds. Although, he does notice the way you’re wayyy too focused on his wound, like you won’t even glance at his face. “Are you doing alright?—“ “Yes.”

Alejandro laughs, tilting his head and smirking, despite the slight painful grimace on his face. “Very straightforward, hmm? I like it, cariño.” He purrs, grinning so wide you can see his gums and you go bright red, resisting the urge hit him while telling him to shut the fuck up. Thankfully, for your sake, Alejandro grows quiet but he can’t deny the tension—the way your hands move against his torso, how your eyes stray a bit too far.. Alejandro likes this side of you, he decides.

Alex has his shirt off and he just trying to lighten the obvious tension with small talk, his voice low as he murmurs a subject to you, but it’s obvious you’re barely listening to him. Your eyes keep staring at the way his hips dip into his pants, the way his stomach flexes when he tenses up—and Alex is so flustered, yet wanting to just grab you and kiss you, maybe guide your hand to himself.

Graves shakes his head, letting out a pained grunt as his holds his stomach, leaning against the wall. “Graves, I need to take your shirt off, you could bleed out—“ “I said no, soldier! And that’s final!” He croaks out, barking at you with a weak yet angry tone. He’s always done this—always denied help from you and you’ve never understood it. He suddenly slides down the wall, nausea nearly overpowering the pain—and he lets out a “fuck!” as he looks at you, furrowed eyebrows and all. “..Fine.” You try to ignore the excited feeling in your stomach when you realize you’ll finally see his chest.

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THE HEART OF CHICANERY: FIVE

word count: 2,071

content warnings: alan's incredibly bad jokes about guns and death

CHAPTER INDEX

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Roman made it home just before three in the morning. He quickly threw on a hoodie and sweatpants, set his headset on his nightstand, and then crashed onto his bed, exhausted and shivering from the icy temperatures outside.  

This time, there were no dreams or nightmares. When he woke up, it was to the beep of his alarm clock, not the click of handcuffs around his wrists. It was still dark outside. The clock read 6:45 a.m.  

Roman sighed. He suspected that today was going to be a very long day.  

The first thing he did was grab his phone off the nightstand. Squinting as the screen’s bright light flashed in his face, he typed in the passcode and went to his messages. Knowing Alan, he’d already been awake for fifteen minutes (possibly even more) and was probably hiding in his room, waiting for Roman to shoot him a message. After what happened last year, Alan vowed he would be the brother Roman never had. The least that could be done was oblige him. Too tired to think of a witty greeting, Roman simply typed “i’m still alive” and sent it.  

A minute after he sent it, Alan replied with the electric tenacity he was known for at school: If you were dead, I’d come over and wake your corpse up myself. How are you feeling? 

tired, what else?  

I meant mentally. Come on, you’re killing me.  

if i have to hear another joke about death one more time in the next five minutes i will throw your phone into a bucket of water.  

i feel fine.  

You’re not, like, feeling the urge to burn? No signs of returning depression? 

no, i’m good. i burned something two weeks ago and i’m not likely to light anything on fire for at least a few more weeks. 

That’s the spirit. You wanna come over to my place today? We can play Uno or some other games. Maybe even a round of chess if you’re up for it.  

oh gosh. uno and chess?  

alan, you’re tempting me. 

I’m taking that as a yes. Just knock on the door when you show up.  

see you soon then.  

See ya :) 

Roman smiled as he shut his phone off. Alan made everything better. Even the burden of the truth was lightened in his presence. He couldn’t tell Alan about the Society, of course—it was against policy. He didn’t have a choice, though, except to be loyal to the Society at the cost of breaking a promise.  

Alan sat down on the bench and gently clasped Roman’s shaking hands. His Atlantic eyes, deep blue and fathomless, stared into his own. “If you want me to help you, Roman, I need honesty. Can you promise to be honest?”  

A nod from the trembling boy.  

“Okay, I know I’m about to sound like a little kid, but I’m going to make you swear a kind of oath. Repeat after me: First, tell no lies.”  

“First, tell no lies,” he said, his voice thick with suppressed pain.  

“Second, draw no blood.”  

“... What is this, the Hippocratic Oath?”  

“No, it’s not.”  

A sigh. “Second, draw no blood.”  

“And finally…” His shoulders tensed, and a spark of ferocity glinted from the depths of those ocean eyes. He took a deep breath, then let it go. “And finally, defeat all dissenters.”  

“You look like you want to kill said dissenters, Alan.” 

“I’d prefer they were in coffins and not clapping a hand around your throat. Fine, I’ll rephrase that: And finally, ignore the words of mindless idiots.”  

With a groan, Roman repeated the final line.  

“There. No more lying, no more hurting yourself, and no more listening to the jerks.” He squeezed Roman’s hand playfully. “You’ll keep all of that, right?”  

Trying his best to ignore the sickening knot of guilt in his stomach, Roman nodded.  

Since Alan had formed and sworn to the Oath last year, Roman had tried to keep it to the best of his ability. But total honesty meant betraying the people who cared for him when he was stranded and alone.  

That guilt was the one thing that made Roman regret taking the Oath. If he could tell Alan, he would.  

There just wasn’t a good way to tell him.  

*** 

Around one in the afternoon, Roman found himself staring at a be-ribboned pine wreath, about to knock on Alan’s front door. Before his fist could even make contact with the wood, however, the door dramatically swung open like a stage curtain, revealing the grinning messy-haired actor standing behind it.  

“You look like you just rolled out of bed, Alan.”  

“Oh, shove it! I’ve been busy handling guns.”  

“You don’t have guns in your house.”  

“I do have guns. Finger guns. And I use them to attack annoying people.” 

“One of these days, I wouldn’t be surprised if you left a dead body on my front porch.” 

The grin widened. “Come in, Roman. I shouldn’t leave you stranded here in the cold.”  

Roman walked through the doorway, shedding his jacket as Alan stepped aside. “Sorry about the chaos. Mom decided to start decorating for Christmas today, and I can barely keep Adrian and Millie calm. You know how they are.” His eyebrows comically twitched upwards. Adrian and Camilla were Alan’s younger siblings. At the ages of nine and seven, they were brimming with untamed energy.  

“It’s… It’s the second of December. Most people decorate on Black Friday. Why did you guys wait so long?”  

Alan shrugged. “I think Mom needed a break between holidays.” Roman shook his head as he hung his coat on one of the hooks by the door. “Also, don’t go pointing fingers when your family hasn’t even started decorating.”  

“Alan. I am the only child in my house. My parents are almost always gone. I see my extended family once every, like, five years, and they visited last year. Of course we haven’t decorated. You have little siblings and your mom’s always home.” Roman wasn’t trying to sound distraught, but he was exhausted from last night and everything exploded from his mouth before he could stop himself. 

Alan bit his lip. A sign of concern. “I suspect that another night of sleeplessness went down. Roman, look me in the face.”  

Roman flinched. “Alan-” 

“Roman. Please. It’s my job to make sure you’re okay, and losing sleep is not a good indicator of anything.”  

Sighing, Roman looked Alan straight in the eyes.  

“As I thought,” Alan said. “Dark circles under your eyes again. What have you been doing to yourself?”  

“I just don’t sleep easily. And I didn’t want to wake you up.”  

“Roman, you can’t just do that. You scare me when you’re not doing okay like that.”  

“I don’t want you in a constant state of anxiety, Alan. That makes me feel guilty because then I feel like I’m ruining your mental health.” 

A weighted silence hung in the air. Roman felt awkward standing there, his eyes not quite looking at Alan’s worried face. Sure, it was a lot easier to talk to Alan, but his best friend’s determination to protect and provide made things occasionally frustrating.  

The sounds of a tussle—screams and footsteps—echoed from the stairway to Roman’s left. “ALAN! Adrian’s poking me in the ribs again! And he punched my arm!”  

Alan’s eyes widened. “Oh, God. This isn’t going to end well.” In the blink of an eye, Alan transformed into a flash of lightning as he bolted up the stairs. “I’m coming!” he yelled. “Roman, come with me! We can do something together after we handle these two!” Startled, Roman followed in Alan’s wake.  

When Roman reached the top of the stairs, Alan grabbed his younger siblings’ shirt collars and kept them apart. His face bore a paternal smile. “Now, what’s all this? If mom finds you two fighting like tigers, she’ll have to keep you away from the tree so you don’t break the ornaments. Well, once the tree shows up, at least.”  

Camilla glared at the little boy in Alan’s hands, her brown eyes narrowed to slits. “Adrian pulled my hair again, and when I tried to take Raylor as revenge he got angry. He called me a carrot-head, too.”  

Alan sighed. “Well, you two need to stop attacking each other and taking each other’s stuffies. Robbery is a capital crime, you know. Now, I want you two to apologize and hug each other, and then I will let you go. And Camilla, if you don’t want Adrian to pull your hair, don’t get upset when he comments on it.”  

After Adrian and Camilla had apologized and rushed off, Alan placed a hand on a doorknob. His eyes lingered on the stairs. “Well, that went better than I expected.”  

“No kidding,” Roman said. “I’m amazed that they could throw such a fuss about something so small.”  

Alan chuckled. “Oh, Roman. This is nothing like the time they fought over the Heath bar. That… was chaos. Those two can fight about anything. But enough of that. You came here to hang out with me, not to integrate yourself into sibling politics.” He twisted the knob and opened the door. “Don’t worry, my room isn’t a disaster today. You won’t be tripping.”  

“If I trip, I’ll have to sue you.”  

“Well, you’d have to trip over my dead body before you could do that.”  

“ALAN, ENOUGH OF THE DEATH JOKES.”  

“You don’t mean that and I know it.”  

Roman simply grinned and shoved Alan onto his bed (for once it was neatly made). “You’re right, I don’t. But that isn’t going to stop me from suing you.”  

“It’s not gonna stop me from looting your corpse when the jail sentence I get kills you.” Alan was grinning; his eyes were sparkling like the sea on a summer afternoon. He sat up and crossed his legs. “See, what’ll happen is this: You sue me, and I’m found guilty of a messy room because you did, after all, trip on my garbage. I’ll end up with a prison sentence of probably five years, and without me keeping you company you’ll wither away. When I come back, I will rob your grave, rob your house, get arrested, and then beg for the death sentence.”  

“But why die at the end?”  

“Because living wouldn’t be the same without you. I need to keep an eye on your mental health in the afterlife, too, because God knows what Hell will do to you.”  

“I thought you were going to make some kind of horrible joke, honestly.”  

“Do you want me to?” His smile had twisted into a mischievous smirk.  

“No. No, no, no, no, absolutely do not make a pun.”  

“I promise this one will be a heartstopper!”  

A second of silence rang through the air. In that second, smiles broke out on their faces. 

“ALAN HARPER, YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET SAYING THAT.” 

“No, I won’t. You enjoy it, too. Now let’s play Uno before you go insane.”  

“Saving chess for later?”  

“If by ‘later’ you mean ‘an hour,’ then yes, I’m saving it for later. If we play chess before Uno, I’ll exhaust your mind. The deck’s on my dresser. You’re standing up and I’m not, so logic dictates that you, my dear sir, must fetch it.”  

*****

Another card was tossed onto the ever-growing stack in the discard pile. Another game of Uno was nearing its end. 

“Alan, admit defeat already. All I do in this game is win.”  

“Uno is a game of chance, not skill, so your luck is fate screwing with us.”  

“Every time we play Uno, I win.”  

“Not true. I won twice last Thursday.”  

“Yeah. Only twice.”  

Alan smiled mysteriously. “Perhaps there’s a reason for that. Alright, fine, I call it quits. You’re probably dying of starvation after all those victories.”  

“ALAN.”  

“Okay, fine, maybe you’re not dying. That doesn’t change the possibility that you’re not hungry.”  

“... You’re annoying.”  

“So, I was right, then? You are starving?”  

“I mean, now that you mention it, yes, I am.”  

“Excellent. Down we go!” In seconds, Alan switched from hyperfocused to hyperactive as he leaped onto the floor and exited the room. Roman, grinning and infected with Alan’s zeal, raced after him.  

Alan was the sort of person that pulled people into his wake with his personality. It was impossible to not follow his lead.  

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“His Night”

MGK x Female Reader

Warnings - Angst, mentions of mental illness and anxiety but fluffy ending. 💕

Prompts used - Credit goes to original creators :

1) “Wait don’t pull away … not yet”

2) it’s nearly 2am, what are you doing up”

3) “I didn’t ruin tonight did I?”

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You can’t help but smile fondly at your boyfriend as he enters his element in the home based studio. You admire his talent, creativity and dedication. Even with a jam packed day full of single promo and an award ceremony this evening he still finds time to complete another part of his upcoming album.

You leave him to his business, walking back into the main house you, him and his team all share. Sometimes it felt like a college frat house but deep down you knew you wouldn’t want it any other way.

An hour or so later and a few episodes down from your newest Netflix obsession, Kells comes up from behind the sofa and wraps his arm around your small frame. Leaning around to kiss your forehead he asks you the question that’s been rattling around your head the past few days.

“Hey baby, did you give any thought to tonight, you wanna come with me?”

His voice was soft with a hint of nervous energy as if the question was going to make you bolt and if you was being honest you couldn’t trust yourself not to run.

You loved Colson with all your being, he was so kind and loving and everything you wanted in a man and a relationship but this didn’t mean you didn’t find his lifestyle hard.

His talent deserved to be known by the world and he had such an amazing community of fans that were like his family.

What you found difficult was the constant spotlight and invasion of your privacy. You weren’t oblivious, you knew that dating a celebrity would come with feelings like this, but to you he wasn’t this big famous star he was just Colson. Your Colson.

To try and regain some control of your life you tend to avoid the spotlight as much as possible. Meaning no public interviews, trying to ignore paparazzi and staying away as often as possible from red carpets. The odd time you were seen out at these events were at your boyfriends request. He thrived from showing you off to the world and the love that flows between the both of you. You could never really say no to the rapper which is what lead to your answer.

Taking a deep breath, you look up to him with an anxious smile.

“Sure baby, I know it’s important to you”

Your heart became a puddle as his eyes lit up with excitement.

He leaps from his spot behind you and launches into a bear hug. You squeal from underneath him as his tall body squashes yours. He peppers your face with kisses before sitting up and looking at you with sincerity.

“I promise, hand on heart, I will not leave your side all night”

This eases your anxiety a little, knowing that Colson is always true to his word.

Come 5pm everyone is suited and booted and waiting by the door.

You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your hair as you try and control your breathing before stepping out of the bedroom and making your way down the staircase.

You find Colson waiting at the bottom, his mouth wide open in shock.

When you reach the bottom you gently tap his chin upwards to close it.

“Close your mouth darlin’ you’ll catch flies” you attempt at a joke to lighten your sensing dread.

The man you love just stares you up and down continuously as if he can’t escape his shock.

“You look … absolutely exquisite, oh my god. I can’t believe you are mine” he breaths.

You blush deeply. No matter how many times you receive compliments you still go extremely shy, never knowing what to say.

“Come on lovebirds! We need to get going” both Slim and Rook shout from the hallway, causing you both to snap out of the moment.

Colson takes your hand and leads you forward towards the door and the car waiting outside to transport everyone to the award show.

Upon arrival your heart begun racing and you almost refuse to get out the car all together.

Sensing your hesitation, Colson rests his hand on your leg, knowing you’d grab it for comfort.

With his free hand he holds your face, forcing you to look at him directly.

“I promise I’ve got you. Just stay close and you will be just fine. I won’t let anything happen to you”

You nod and force yourself from the vehicle and onto the event sight.

Without the shelter of the car you are suddenly blinded by the multiple lights and cameras. Paparazzi pounce on you immediately even though Colson and the group do their best to protect you from the harsh lights and comments.

“Kells are you excited to be here tonight?”

“Do you expect to win anything tonight, we hear you are nominated!”

“Give us a smile Y/N”

“How about a kiss for the cameras huh?”

“Y/N it’s been awhile since we’ve seen you, is everything okay with the relationship?”

Sensing the change in my body language as I start to become overstimulated with all the commotion, your rockstar man envelopes you into a full body hug. I breath in his scent to calm myself for what felt like the 100th time that night.

His actions lead to another onslaught of comments from the camera men but this time you manage to ignore them. Focusing on how safe being in your lovers arms always makes you feel.

He goes to pull away but you don’t feel ready. You look into his ocean eyes, a slight plea in your own.

“Wait don’t pull away … not yet” you whisper so gently that you were unsure if he even heard you. He gave you confirmation by giving your hand a squeeze and allowing the hug to continue for another moment longer.

Knowing that you had to move on you force your feet to move forward. Noticing that you are taking control of your fears, Colson lets you lead but keep ahold of your hand, letting you know silently that he’s there if you need him.

You quickly move down the red carpet and are grateful that Ashleigh guides you to your seat while kells handles the press.

The night goes smoothly and soon it’s the final award of the night - Music Award for Top Rock Album.

“And the winner is …. MACHINE GUN KELLY.”

Forgetting where you were momentarily you couldn’t help yourself as you smush your face into your boyfriends and give him a kiss in front of every single person in the event. Colson keeps the kiss going as he lifts you from the ground with ease and spins you in his arms. He has a huge grin that covers his face and even though you know he hates his smile he doesn’t attempt to cover it.

You watch, filled with pride as he makes his way to the stage to accept his award.

“I would like to thank every single member of my EST family who voted for me on this award, I wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for you guys, your support is well and truly appreciated. I would also like to thank my absolutely amazing team who are constantly working around the clock with me and dealing with me 24/7, you guys are my life and my family I love you, and lastly but certainly not least I would like to thank my absolutely wonderful girlfriend who is here with me tonight. Tonight is just as a big night for her as it is me and I am so so so proud and thankful for her. She and my daughter are my rock. I couldn’t do this without them…”

He pauses for a minute to find your eyes in the crowd before finishing. “I love you Y/N. Have a good night everyone!”

You blow him a kiss, doing your best to ignore all the faces looking towards and the fact that your own face is now plastered out on the display screens at the front.

You shyly shrink back into your seat, your face down as you wait for Kells to come back.

As the night winds down you start to feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Rook, slim and Baze plan to go to an after party they had found not too far from the venue but when they ask Colson if he wanted to join he simply shook his head.

You can’t help but look at him confused.

“Are you sure babe, you can if you like I won’t mind?”

You never stopped him from celebrating, no matter how you felt, especially on a night like this, but he just looked down at you with such love in his eyes and said “nah not tonight guys. I just wanna be with my girl.”

You were happy to be home just as the clock stuck 11pm. Clambering out your dress that had felt tight and uncomfortable against you all night, despite how pretty it was, you sighed content as you changed into one of Kell’s t-shirts.

You were so tired that you could legitimately feel it seeping into your bones, get your mind refused to let you sleep.

“Was you okay tonight?”

“Did you embarrass yourself ?”

“Worse did you embarrass Kell’s?”

“Was it worth you going?”

All these thoughts running around over and over in your head to the point where sleep was physically impossible.

You sighed as you felt your eyes water. You took a deep breath and looked over at your sleeping boyfriend who had passed out half way though the SpongeBob marathon you both decided upon.

No. You wouldn’t cry. Not tonight, not on his night.

Instead you careful lifted yourself from under the duvet and silently slipped down into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.

You weren’t sure how long you’d sat there at the kitchen counter with this glass of water until Colson came down to find you after he realised you where missing from the bed.

Still half asleep he rubs at his eyes as he seats himself next to you.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s nearly 2am, what are you doing up”

He looks at you with such concern that you almost lied to him - not wanting him to worry about you after having such a special night , hut you knew that it wouldn’t get you anywhere. Honesty was always the best policy.

“I didn’t … I didn’t ruin tonight did I? Ya know with my stupid emotions and constant anxiety?”

You couldn’t look at him, scared of his reaction as you waited for a reply.

You let out a small gasp as instead of responding, he lifts you up onto his lap so that you are straddling him.

He holds you close to him as you begin to trace his tattoos along his chest.

“Baby listen to me okay, hear my voice, hear these words. You didn’t ruin a single thing, in fact you made the night so so so much better just by being there. Your emotions aren’t silly. I know that sometimes my lifestyle can be super difficult for you and I’m so so proud that you faced your fear tonight. I love you and whatever you need from me to help you through this you got.”

You felt your mouth tremble and your eyes sting as tears steadily steamed from your face and you curse at yourself in your head as you broke your promise of not crying tonight, but you couldn’t help yourself, Colson’s sweet words and comforting demeanour were just too much.

“Sometimes I just feel like I’m drowning. I wish I didn’t struggle with the limelight so much, I wish I didn’t care what other people thought of us, of me. Then I wouldn’t get so scared” you whisper, finally admitting how you felt.

You knew Colson understood this but hearing you say it aloud was different.

He cradles your body and hums in response to show that he’s listening.

“Why don’t me, you and even Casie if she wants, take a week away. Somewhere nice, warm and Most importantly somewhere quiet. We can get away from everything just for a little while? Hmm? We can reconnect with the world and nature and not have to worry about anything. How’s that sound?”

To you, that sounded like heaven. You’d been so wrapped up in your head that it’s exhausting. Colson doesn’t get to take breaks often but when he does this is what the both of you would do. Somewhere quiet and peaceful. It’s just what you needed.

You kiss him in response and as he runs patterns down your back in a calming motion. You both stay like for awhile, simply enjoying being in each others company, before you notice that your eyes start to droop. Colson notices this also and picks you up from his lap. You cling to him as he carries you upstairs.

“Come on Angel, let’s go to bed. A new adventure awaits us”

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20. Kid

Hannah was sitting on her gazebo all morning, flipping through the pages of a new book. Michonne had brought her back Little Women from one of her runs. With everything that had been happening, Hannah hadn't had a chance to start it until now. Her eyes followed along the lines. She wanted desperately to distract her mind with the story, and yet the words meant nothing. They were simply letters on a page, staring back into blank eyes. Hannah's mind was too muddled to notice their meanings. That morning was the Anderson's funeral. And Hannah didn't go. She couldn't.

That past night Hannah didn't sleep at all, her mind playing the images of the last few days over and over. She felt sick for feeling bad for Ron. And yet she felt sick for not. How could she still care about the boy who shot Carl? How could she care about the boy who let Enid go out on her own? But how could she not care about her oldest friend? About the family that had been so kind to her? She wanted to hate him, she wanted to despise him for everything he did, but she knew she never could. He had been with her since the beginning. She had needed him then, and she couldn't just forget about that.

Then Hannah thought about Carl. He stayed in his house these past few days, only allowing Michonne or Denise in when necessary. Hannah had tried to visit the day before, but as she reached the door, she turned around. How could she face him, Hannah thought. It was her friend who had hurt him. Did he blame her? The thought caught Hannah off guard. Of course, she had been dancing around the idea, but the words hadn't formed in her mind until then. What if he did blame her? What would that mean?

Hannah felt rotten. She felt like the creatures that lurked outside, preying on innocent people. Neither Ron nor Carl deserved their fate. And, selfishly, Hannah felt that she didn't deserve the pain that came with it either.

She turned from her book when fallen leaves crunched under heavy boots. Coming from behind her, Hannah saw Daryl walking slowly, his head low enough that his long hair covered his face. Hannah thought he might pass the gazebo, ignoring her presence, but instead, he stood right in front of her.

"Hey, kid." His voice was gruff, hesitant.

Hannah wasn't sure what to say. She had heard about what happened outside of Alexandria.

She looked up at him, "Hi."

Daryl maybe nodded his head at her or maybe just flipped his hair out of his eyes. Either way, they could see each other now. He opened his mouth just slightly as if he were going to speak, before closing it just as quickly. He looked away and sighed, only to look back at Hannah.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Um, yeah." Hannah was even more confused now. She had only ever talked to this man once and now he acted like she was a species he had never encountered.

Daryl groaned, tired of the awkward air, "Look, I'm just, I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"What?"

"Denise, she told me what happened here. I told you-- I promised you I would teach you to protect yourself and now you're all messed up."

Hannah understood now why he was so nervous. He felt bad. She shifted in her spot on the steps, feeling like her healing wounds were somehow glowing. Enough days had passed that she was allowed to take the wrap around her forehead off, exposing the ugly markings she was left with. It barely looked like the 'W' Hannah knew it was meant to be. It was shaky and haphazard, with some parts more heavy-handed than others. Some of the lighter marks had begun to fade, leaving dark pink lines where deep red ones had once been. Hannah prayed the rest would follow in their footsteps.

She chuckled softly at Daryl, lightening the mood, "Daryl, that-- that's not your fault."

He pursed his lips slightly and nodded once more before turning to leave. Before he got too far, Daryl turned back to face her.

"You comin'?" He called out as if it was obvious for her to follow.

Hannah tucked the photo into her page and put the book to the side of her, "What do you mean?"

Daryl gave her a soft smile, "Well, I can't let you get beat up again."

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Hannah and Daryl made their way just outside of the walls. The sky was somewhat gloomy as they walked, still full of debris from the fallen watch tower. She followed behind Daryl, who didn't say much as they walked, only occasionally warning her about fallen branches or large tree roots. When he stopped, Hannah realized they had ended up by a small creek. She had seen it once when she went out with Carl and Enid, but she never thought to get any closer.

Daryl left her, heading for a nearby tree to place his things. He pulled his bow off his back, balancing it against the trunk of the tree.

"So, you ready?" he asked, causing Hannah to look toward him.

"Yeah, I guess. I never really shot a gun before," She chuckled nervously. She really hadn't. When everything first happened, her father was the only one with a gun. It was a small handgun, scratched up along the handle from use. He had found it on the ground not far from their shed, likely having been dropped by whoever took the rest of the weapons. Hannah asked him once if she could use it, though already knowing what he would say. He told her, as she expected, that she didn't need to know things like that, that this would all be over before she ever needed it.

"A gun? You ain't shooting a gun." Daryl said. Hannah's face must have given away her confusion. "I'm gonna teach you how to shoot a bow." Daryl now gestured to the bow he had placed down a moment ago. The confusion on Hannah's face swiftly turned into a wide smile as she moved towards Daryl and his bow, ready for her lesson.

They started by simply trying to get her used to the weight of the weapon. Hannah didn't want to admit it at first, but Daryl saw the way her arms struggled to hold it up for long. He moved in, taking off pieces of the crossbow that Hannah couldn't name, then handing it back to her.

"There," He said, "better to learn on the barebones anyway."

After allowing Hannah to adjust to the feeling of the bow, Daryl went back to the tree where he had left his things and rummaged through his bag. While she waited for him, Hannah noticed the bow was already loaded with a bolt.

Daryl then walked past the girl, something red in his hands. Hannah watched as he placed a rather small apple onto a log not too far from her.

"Alright pull this part back," Daryl motioned at the arrow when he came back to Hannah's side. She reached forward, gripping the bolt and waiting for a click. When she heard it, Daryl continued.

"Good. Now here's the safety. Only turn it off when you're ready to shoot." Daryl flipped the switch on the back of the weapon, "And always keep your finger off the trigger unless you're shooting, got it?"

"Okay," Hannah breathed out, focusing on the feeling of the trigger hovering underneath her finger.

"Right, now stand a little wider, kid. You're gonna fly back if you don't."

Hannah spread her stance, planting her feet firmly into the grass beneath her. Daryl raised the bow slightly, now lining the scope with her right eye.

"Line the cross up with the apple," Daryl said once the bow was at the right height. Hannah took a moment, acclimating to the new view. Finally, Hannah saw the red fruit through the scope.

"I've got it," Hannah murmured, mostly to herself.

"Now you just gotta pull the trigger," Daryl stepped back, giving Hannah the space to shoot.

She breathed in a deep breath through her nose, and let it come softly out of her mouth. Her mind seemed to race as it had before on the gazebo. Still, she let her finger meet the trigger, wincing slightly at the force of the bow when it released the arrow. Hannah let out a breathy laugh. When she moved the bow away from her, Hannah saw that her arrow had missed the apple. Instead, it was stuck in the ground just by the log, buried in the dirt.

Daryl must have seen her disappointment, and he quickly started for the failed bolt. Hannah watched as he pulled it from the ground, not wanting to make a sound. She'd really thought she had hit it. She had heard the soft breath come out of Daryl's mouth, silently letting her know he believed in her. She didn't want him to be wrong.

"Here, kid," Daryl handed Hannah the bolt, helping her slide it into place.

"Sorry,"

Daryl looked up at Hannah, "Why're you sorry?"

"I just-- I thought I would hit it," Hannah told the man.

Daryl stepped away once the bow was set up again and sighed. "You'll hit it."

This time, as Hannah readied her finger over the trigger, she tried to calm her mind. She breathed in just like before, but this time she focused only on the metal in her hands. She felt its weight, its power. Then, centering the cross on the apple once more, Hannah released the bolt.

"There ya go!" She heard Daryl call out before even realizing she had pierced the apple. She looked to see that she had indeed hit it, just like Daryl said.

For the next hour or so, Daryl continued to set up apples on the log, showing her different stances to take or having her move to different angles. Out of the 12 he set up, Hannah hit 9 right in their core.

"That was real good for your first time," Daryl spoke as he packed up his things, preparing to head back to Alexandria.

Hannah chuckled lightly, "Thanks. I guess you're a good teacher."

"Damn right I am," Daryl said without looking up, causing Hannah to laugh lightly.

While Daryl worked on his things, grabbing the extra arrows and cleaning the dirt off of their tips, Hannah sat on the ground next to the tree.

"Here, kid, put this in that bag would ya?" Daryl tossed Hannah an apple that still had an arrow stuck into its core. It was the first one she had hit. The sentiment made Hannah smile.

"Thank you," she said softly when Daryl came closer, "For everything, really."

He looked over at her but didn't speak.

"I appreciate you coming out here and teaching me all these things, you know?"

"I shoulda done it sooner," Daryl spoke softly, almost so much so that Hannah couldn't hear, "I shoulda been there," Daryl said those words again and Hannah saw the genuine regret in his eyes.

"It's okay, really. I should have been able to handle it." Hannah stood up from the ground, "I did handle it."

"You did, but you shouldn'ta had to"

Hannah didn't know what to say.

"You're strong, Hannah," Daryl continued, looking at her now.

"You think?"

"Yeah, kid, I do."

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Hey Loveliessss! I really wanted the first real interaction between Daryl and Hannah to be as good as it could be (though I'm still not in love with how it turned out). I know Carl wasn't really in this chapter either, but I thought it might be nice to have a sweet chapter between all the craziness to come. I hope you all enjoyed it!!

How do we feel about Daryl and Hannah's friendship??

Thanks for Reading!

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Affectionate

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: just fluff, some cursing, talking about kissing like A LOT, reader is very lightly implied to be bisexual

A/N: I did it! I wrote more fic finally! This is very self indulgent and I honestly don’t care. I am the definition of ‘just take it, i can’t look at it anymore’ right now. Don’t mind the ending *waves vaguely* it is what it is.

"Oh."

Oh?

You never should have said anything.

"Is that- bad? Like a deal breaker bad?"

That seems to snap Eddie out of his stunned silence.

"No, no it's not bad, just-"

"Weird" you supply, resisting the urge to sigh heavily.

"No! I mean, maybe, but not a bad weird" Eddie leans forward, hunching over and desperately trying to meet your eyes.

You can barely keep sustained eye contact with Eddie during a regular conversation, so now, when you've just laid one hell of a wild card on the table, it's damn near impossible.

"But it's not. . . normal" the last word slips out from between your lips, heavy with disgust, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

You the expect questions to come next. 'How can you not like kissing? Is it just me you don't like kissing?' And then, possibly, the accusations. 'Are you too afraid to say you want to break up? That's a really shitty thing to do, making up excuses.'

"Hey, hey hey, can I- shit, is it still okay if I touch you?" Eddie's voice is miles from his usual playful tone, worrisome laced with trepidation.

"What? Yeah, of course you can" eyes snapping open you see, for the first time, Eddie Munson looking nervous. And he's looking directly at you.

"Just wanted to make sure" he reaches out slowly, palms facing up and you gently grip your hands around his.

Well shit, now you feel even worse.

"Eddie, this isn't because of you or anything, I promise, I've just never liked it"

"You're sure? I didn't do anything that made you uncomfortable?"

"Absolutely not" you shake your head, scooting yourself closer until your knees knock into his, giving his hands another squeeze.

Now, when his deep brown eyes meet yours, you ignore the urge to glance elsewhere, not letting the irregular little flutter your heart does sway your intentions. He needs to understand.

"After I had my first kiss, I just thought that I had to get better at it, or maybe find someone who didn't just stick their tongue in my mouth and-" you shiver at the memory, the slimy feeling, and frantically rinsing your mouth out afterwards.

"That bad?" Eddie smirks, face lightening up just a little.

"Ugh, it was so bad" you chuckle "and I knew it wasn't unusual to have a bad first kiss but then the second wasn't any better, or the third and that was with Keri too!"

"Keri Schneider? You kissed Keri Schneider?!"

"Several times"

"Oh man, I really am dating a secret badass" Eddie groans and lets himself sink backwards until he's sprawled out on the floor of his bedroom.

"Do you know how to be serious? I just told you I hate kissing, when it's like, the main way everyone in the world shows physical affection" you roll your eyes and nudge his legs to the side so you can crawl your way to hover over your prone boyfriend.

"I am being serious!" he reaches up to cup your cheeks, smile bordering on stupidly happy "and kissing is sooo not the only way to show physical affection"

"I know that!" you scoff, feeling your face warm up at the mention "But your okay with this? With me not wanting-"

"To suck face? Of course, I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't wanna, ever" he tells you seriously.

You could collapse right there on top of him out of pure relief but just because he's okay with it, it doesn't soothe all of your anxieties.

"But what now? Do we just not kiss?"

"Well that depends on you, sweet cheeks, sit on the edge of the bed for me?" he gives your face a soft squeeze before letting go and giving you a shoo motion with his ever expressive hands.

Trying not to frown in question you sit up on your knees, maneuvering yourself up and back, fumbling ungracefully up onto the bed just behind you. And Eddie watches you the whole time. It's only when you're settled that he moves to kneel on the floor before you.

"So, my fair one, do you not like being kissed anywhere or is it just on the mouth?" he asks, resting his chin atop your knees, looking up at you with a worshipful shine in his eyes.

His hands, which remain respectfully on either side of you, fiddle with the mussed sheets of his bed that you suspect (know for a fact) he never makes.

"Uh, well, sometimes I don't mind one on the lips, if it's quick" your fingers tangle nervously together on you lap, eyes darting around the room.

"Nothing of the French variety though? Strictly close mouthed?" he lifts a brow in question.

Trying not to give him a laugh, you nod your head.

"Good, aaand these?" he grabs your hands, gently unknotting them and bringing them up to his face as if to inspect each of your fingers one at a time, the metal of his rings soothing against your tense muscles.

"I'm not sure" you flex your fingers, eyes fully fixed on Eddie's down turned face.

"Tell me if you don't like something I do then?" he looks up at you from beneath his lashes and the edge of his untamed bangs.

"'Kay" you vaguely recognize how breathless you sound.

But then his lips are brushing over your knuckles, skating up and landing a tender light kiss to the backs of your hands. Left and then the right.

"Alright?" his rough fingertips circle your wrists, turning your forearms up and tracing an uneven line to the crooks of your elbows, leaving a warm impression of his mouth there as well, making you shiver.

"Yes" you whisper, relaxing your thighs to let him slip between your legs, unable to take your eager eyes of his face.

He continues up to your shoulder, kissing the fabric of your shirt and giving you a questioning look, you nod quicker this time, leaning down to bump your forehead against his and let him move slowly over your collar.

Following the fabric of your shirt with his nose, tickling you with his unruly hair, he plants yet another kiss at the base of your throat. You hum happily, leaning into him, lifting your arms and wrapping them loosely around him.

"Did I find a good spot?" his voice is warm, face nuzzling deep in the crook of your neck, the pressure of his body leaning against yours keeping you both steady.

Facing burning at the idea, your simply nod, feeling him track his way up the side of your neck with plush kisses. Mouth open enough for his hot breath to raise goosebumps, sucking just a bit when he finds a spot that makes you tangle your fingers in his hair tight.

He has you in a daze, eyes fallen shut and a boneless feeling of ease flooding through you and you don't realize why he's stopped, why he's cupping the back of your neck, frowning up at you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, wiping underneath your eyes at the dampness there.

Oh.

"Nothing, it's not bad" you smile, can't help but smile at him, even through the tears "I just thought something was wrong with me for so long and you just- you were just you and said 'okay'"

"There was just never anything wrong with you to begin with"  

"I know but hearing it, feeling it, it means a lot, like more than you can imagine" you feel helpless to come up with the right words to explain the burden you feel is lifted from you.

Eddie just beams up at you, fingers stroking whatever skin they can reach on your neck, just a different kind of affection.

[diaphragmjellyfish]

Research

Finally wrote something again! Sorry it took so long. 

How exactly do you get a dog to lose your scent? Because avoiding your werewolf boyfriend Embry was proving a lot harder than you had anticipated. Last weekend was… eventful. You guys had finally done it. Gone all the way. After 6 months of dating and an imprint bond, you both finally decided you were ready to take that next step. And you’ve only had one thought since that night. 

That shit hurted. 

It was borderline unbearable. The pain was searing. You lied there until Embry was done, faking moans and even faking the Big O, and you were less than eager to do it again. Were you broken? He seemed to enjoy it, so obviously you were to blame. He’d been super clingy and lovey since that night, even more so than usual, and you didn’t have the heart to be around him knowing you had faked it like that. What if he found out? He’d be crushed. What if he wanted to do it again? You couldn’t take that pain another night. What if he faked it too and was going to break up with you the next time he saw you? Yeah, no. Avoidance was the way to go. 

He wanted to take you out to see a movie. You mysteriously came down with a case of allergies in the middle of winter. 

He wanted to pick you up after school and give you a ride home. You had the sudden urge to join a club that was meeting after school that day. 

He called, your phone was on silent. 

He texted, you suddenly became illiterate. 

But he kept trying. God, why was he making this so difficult?! Thoughts like this swirled through your head as you walked the long way home from school. He knew your usual route, so obviously that was out of the question. You took a path through the woods that would eventually spit you out right by the beach where you could sit and think. The forest had always felt like a second home to you. Peaceful, comfortable, private. You walked for some time before hearing twigs snapping in the distance. Probably a rabbit or something. Louder snapping. Bigger sticks. Definitely not a rabbit. You halted, waiting for the creature to pass, when a large gray wolf stalked out of the trees. 

Damn. 

He was wearing the softest, cutest, most “kicked puppy” look on his face that you had ever seen. Head bowed, he walked up to you slowly, whining. So he had noticed your avoidance. You held your hand out to him, petting the thick fur between his ears. He sniffed your hand, giving it a soft lick. 

“Hi,” you whispered. He whined louder at this. “Embry…” you started, before he crouched down, a silent cue for you to get on his back. He waited. 

Guess this was inevitable. And at least him showing up in wolf form gave you some time to think about how exactly you would explain what had happened. With another soft sigh, you climbed up on his back, holding the fur tightly as he trotted off into the trees. After about 5 minutes, you realized that he was taking you to Sam and Emily’s house. You weren’t in the mood to be around the rest of the pack right now. 

“Embry, I’m kind of busy today. I don’t really have time to hang out with the pack.” 

He ignored you, trotting along as if your statement was the buzz of a mosquito in his ear. When you reached the house, however, you quickly realized that no one else was there. They must all be out. It was a Friday afternoon, after all. 

When you reached the lawn, Embry stopped and crouched once more so you could dismount. When you did, he ran off behind the house, walking back out several minutes later as the inky-haired boy you had grown to love. His face was full of sadness, yours full of anxiety. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” he said. 

You silently followed him down the path that led to the cliffs, waiting for him to say something else. He never did, only kept walking. You struggled to keep up, but were too stubborn in your silence to ask him to slow down. You both finally reached the rocky cliffs jutting out over the frigid ocean. He stopped, staring out at the horizon. You paused next to him, waiting. After another several minutes of silence, you grew impatient. 

“It’s supposed to snow Monday,” you said. 

You waited. Silence. 

“The news said they might even cancel school.” 

A pause. Nothing. 

“I don’t know about you, but I could definitely use a three day weeken-”

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he cut you off, seeming agitated. For as long as you’d known Embry, he was never in a bad mood. Never anything but happy. Maybe sad on a few occasions, but never angry. Never frustrated. And it was making you nervous. 

And now it was your turn to be silent. Yes! You wanted to say. You hurt me! But you couldn’t. Wouldn’t. He didn’t do it on purpose, so why would you make him feel guilty about something that was your problem and your problem alone? 

“Because, if I’m counting correctly, it’s been 5 days since I’ve so much as heard from you. Barely a text back. Not a call, not a ‘hey! I’m super busy this week.’ Why are you avoiding me? I thought… after last weekend, we should be more in love than ever right?! Did it not mean anything to you?” 

You remained quiet, tears pooling in your eyes. You gave no sign that you were going to respond, so he kept going. 

“Just tell me where your fucking head is at, Y/N. You can’t keep brushing me off like this. Did I do something wrong? Do you regret what we did? Am I, like… not ripped enough for you or something?” 

“Embry, no,” you pleaded. You could see the insecurity behind his eyes. You had to tell him what was going on, but you knew it would crush him. “It’s not that at all.” 

He waited. “Then what?” 

You closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your face. You wiped it away quickly before taking a deep breath. “I have been avoiding you.” You looked up at his face at this, finding tears building up in his own eyes. “I love you, Embry. But last weekend, just… I can’t do that again.” 

He clenched his jaw, looking anywhere but your face and nodded. He was hurt. You definitely could have worded that better. 

“Let me explain,” you pleaded. He wouldn’t look at you still, but didn’t walk away, so you kept going. “I think I might be broken or something, because that… It didn’t feel right.” 

At this, he looked back at your face, switching from hurt to concerned almost immediately. 

“Why would you think you’re broken?” 

Another pause. “I know you would never hurt me on purpose…”

“You were in pain?” he panicked, fresh tears pricking in his eyes. 

“It’s not your fault,” you hurried. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that? Why would you let me keep going?!” 

“I’m sorry!” you cried, causing him to walk up and embrace you. You sobbed into his chest as he pet your hair, all signs of anger gone. “You were having a good time, and I didn’t wanna ruin it, but it hurt so bad…” 

“Shhhhh,” he cooed as he rocked you from side to side, letting you calm down. “It’s okay.” 

After several minutes, you finally stopped crying. He didn’t falter in his embrace, only left light kisses on your forehead and cheek. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispered into your hair. 

“It’s not your fault,” you replied. 

“Yes, it is. I’m supposed to take care of you. It was my job to make you feel good, and you were hurting that bad and I didn’t even notice.” You sniffled, just enjoying being in his arms. A few more minutes passed as you both calmed down. 

“To be fair, I did take a drama class last semester. I’d say I put on a pretty convincing performance,” you added weakly, an attempt to lighten the mood. 

He huffed a laugh, if for no other reason than to make you feel better. “Had me fooled,” he added. 

You smiled, looking up at him. “I’m sorry for avoiding you.” 

“It’s okay. I just wish you would have told me as soon as it started to hurt that you wanted to stop.” 

“I know. I should have, I just got all in my head about it.” 

“And I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll never forgive myself, and I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore,” he answered, nervously awaiting your response. 

“I forgive you. And of course I still want to be with you, Embry. I love you. We just need to work on our communication skills a little bit,” you laughed. 

“We do. And I’ll start. I would really love another chance to make you feel good. If you promise to be honest about how you’re feeling, I know I can do a way better job. But I understand completely if you wanna wait a while… or if you never wanna do it again. You’re in charge here.” 

His words had your heart melting. He really did care about you, and you knew that if you had told him in the moment that you were in pain, he would have done anything to get you feeling good. You were always his first priority. 

“I’d be willing to try again, but what we did last time didn’t work. I think we need to think of some new techniques or something,” you mumbled shyly. 

“Tell you what. I’ll do some research, get some stuff, and you can come over tonight… if you want to. And we can maybe try again? And if you get there and aren’t feeling up to it, we can just watch a movie and cuddle. No pressure… I just miss you.” 

You thought for a second. Worst case scenario, you’d cuddle on the couch and eat junk food. You trusted Embry completely, and if you said stop, you knew he would. 

“Okay,” you replied. 

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After a long shower, some fresh makeup, and a cute-yet-comfortable outfit, you were ready to go over to Embry’s. Sure, the nerves were kicking in, but you trusted him when he said he would do some research. When you pulled up, he was already standing in the doorway smiling. You ran out and gave him a giant bear hug (or wolf hug), and he picked you up and carried you into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot. 

“I missed you,” he said, face buried in your hair. 

“You saw me like 3 hours ago,” you giggled in response. 

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen you all week! Gotta get my Y/N fill or I might die!” 

You laughed loudly, hands threading up into his hair as he sat down on the bed with you seated in his lap. 

“Yeah, yeah, just try not to crowd me,” you cheekily replied. 

He raised an eyebrow before tackling you back onto the bed, tickling you like a maniac and placing playful kisses all over your face and neck. 

“Like this?! Don’t crowd you like this?” 

“Embry stop!” you laughed, trying to suck in a breath between his manic tickles. When he finally stopped, he was lying between your legs, one hand grasping both your wrists above your head, the other propped beside you so as to not crush you. He stared lovingly at your face before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. His grip on your arms loosened, as if to say You can stop me anytime, but you didn’t. You kissed him back, arms staying in place to tell him that you were okay. 

The kisses grew slightly more heated, but Embry kept them gentle. And every time you thought he was about to take things to the next step, he’d just kiss you some more. You were growing slightly impatient, breath labored and blood pumping fast. Your stomach became slightly warm, and every time you leaned up, he’d pull away. 

“You’re being mean,” you whimpered. 

He just looked at you and smirked before leaning down and capturing your lips once more. You could feel your blood heat in every part of your body. From your head to your toes, you felt warm and fuzzy, yet desperate for more,,, more touch, more pressure, more Embry. Growing frustrated, you hooked your legs around his waist and tried your best to pull him closer, unintentionally grinding your hips into his. When he brushed up against your core, you let out an involuntary sigh. It actually felt nice. He smiled into the kiss, pulling his lips away from yours and dragging them down to your jaw, and then your neck, suckling and sucking and leaving light red marks that made your head spin. The hand that was holding your wrists came down behind your back and up into your hair, firmly pulling your head back to give him better access to your neck. 

This movement made your entire back arch up into his body. His grip in your hair tightened slightly, lips sucking your skin up into his mouth as he nibbled, before soothing with his tongue. Your toes curled, legs pulling him impossibly closer. When he felt this, he ground his hips down into yours. The combination of his hands, lips, and weight on top of you made you let out a gasp. Your hands held onto his shoulders for dear life, pulling his shirt up in an attempt to take it off. He got the hint and sat up to remove it, being away from your body for far too long for your taste. He didn’t lower fully back down, however, instead sliding his warm hands under your shirt and onto your stomach. You sat up, taking your sweatshirt off and throwing it violently across the room. His eyes widened as they looked down at your bare chest in an almost feral fashion. He gripped your thighs, tugging you down the bed with ease, and resuming his position on top of you, hands roaming all over your torso. He cupped your breasts gently, rolling your nipples softly between his fingers. You shut your eyes and threw your head back, enjoying the sensations. His kisses trailed from your neck and down to your chest, softly. Lovingly. When he reached your nipples, his tongue poked out and licked around each of them, before taking them into his mouth and sucking. His hands continued to caress your back, and he took his sweet time switching from one breast to the other, and back again, until he felt your skin grow almost as hot as his. You were writhing underneath him, panting as your mind tried to comprehend the sensations. And his mouth, God it was so warm. You felt him kiss the undersides of your breasts, and then your stomach, and then lower… 

When he reached the waistband of your leggings, he brought his hands up as if to pull them off of you. He stopped, looking up at you for permission. You gave a lazy nod Yes, and lifted your hips to help him. He pulled your underwear off as well, spreading your legs and almost salivating at the sight of your soaking pussy. Not wanting to waste another second, he once again began placing kisses on your lower stomach, and then down to your hip bones, scraping his teeth lightly against the skin, which had you shuddering. He trailed lower, to where your thighs met your core, and began to suck lightly and the soft skin there. Your clit was throbbing by now, desperate for any sort of attention. You thrust your hips up, desperate for his mouth on the place you needed him, but he only pulled your legs over his shoulders and brought his arms across your stomach to hold you in place. Your hands went to his hair in an effort to control any aspect of this situation, but the boy was strong. He teased and teased and teased, until you thought you might very well crawl out of your own skin if he didn’t properly touch you soon. Embry brought his face right up to your center and licked into your entrance, making your toes curl once more. His hands gripped your hips as he brought you as far onto his tongue as he could, nose not quite brushing where you still needed him. 

“Embry…” you whimpered, about to tell him what you needed. 

“I know, baby. I got you,” he spoke, as he finally brought his warm tongue to lick a firm stripe up to your clit, swirling it around and sucking the swollen nub into his mouth. 

You let out a moan. A real one. Your first real one. And it only encouraged Embry, as he began to suck and lick with a steady rhythm that caused your legs to shake. You felt your stomach start to coil after several minutes of this, hands fisting Embry’s hair even tighter. It felt amazing, but that coil wouldn’t snap. He started to notice you coming down slightly, orgasm fading away, when he brought his index finger into your mouth. You sucked on instinct, before he pulled it out and brought it down to your entrance. He swirled the digit around a few times and began to push in slowly. One knuckle. Then two. And then he was fully in you. Sucking your clit into his mouth yet again, he rubbed his finger up into your front wall, massaging the ridges there. 

“Oh… Embry, oh my God,” you moaned. He used more pressure, and then brought his finger out and added another, slowly pushing them in together and resuming the ‘come-hither’ motion. You felt your muscles shake, losing all control, and the coil in your stomach tightened rapidly once again, only this time, it broke. Your back arched, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent scream as you came hard. Waves of pleasure drove through you, hands holding his head firmly onto your center. When you came down and opened your eyes, you looked down at his face to see an excited grin. 

“If you tell me that was fake, I think I’ll cry,” he chirped. 

You calmed your hard breathing enough to mutter a “That was real.” 

“Do you wanna keep going?” he asked. 

You nodded, taking note of the obvious tent in his shorts. You reached a hand down to grasp him, when he grabbed your wrist and said “Nuh-uh, I’m still making it up to you.” 

He stood up off the bed and went over to a plastic shopping bag on his desk. He opened it and pulled out a condom, some lube, and a small pink toy. Your eyes widened, and he cockily stated, “told you I’d do some research. Come here Sweetheart.” He held a hand out to help you up, and moved you so that you were on your hands and knees, bum facing him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He tore the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it on, and then opened the bottle of lube and slathered it all over himself. He then brought what was left on his hand up to your sensitive core, distributing the substance gently. Throwing the bottle onto the floor, he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“You sure you wanna keep going?” he asked. You nodded in response. “I need you to say it, babe.” 

“Yes, I want to keep going, Em,” you almost cried. 

“Okay, but I need you to tell me if it hurts even a little. Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

He grasped your hip with one hand, guiding himself in with the other. Slowly, carefully, he became fully seated inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. You felt no pain, just a delicious stretch inside your walls. When Embry saw that you were relaxed, he pulled himself out a couple of inches and softly thrusted back in, looking for any signs of discomfort. He found none, and continued. He dragged himself in and out of you at a torturous pace that made your breathing pick up yet again. You needed more. You began rocking yourself back onto him, begging for a faster pace, and he complied. He pulled out several inches more this time, shoving back in at a quicker pace that had your toes curling and your moans going up in pitch. At this, he stopped holding back. Embry began pounding into you, hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave the good kind of bruise. You were moaning loudly, brain turning to mush. This is what sex was supposed to be like. What you’d always imagined it would be like. Passionate, loving, amazing. 

Embry found himself reaching the edge, but would not allow himself to finish before you. He reached down onto the bed for the small pink toy that you had forgotten about. He flicked it on, brought his other hand down and around your throat to pull you up against him, and held the small vibrator right onto your clit. The pounding pressure of his dick paired with the fervent vibrations had you seeing stars. You came. Hard. You didn’t know how long the orgasm had lasted. When you came to, you were lying on your back on the bed, breathing still labored, as Embry cleaned your thighs off with a damp towel. He noticed you looking up at him. 

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he cooed.

“Hey,” you responded weakly. 

“How ya doing?” 

“Really good,” you laughed. 

“Yeah?” he beamed at you as you nodded in response. “Good. I’m gonna get you some water and then we can cuddle, okay?” You only smiled in contentment as he walked off into the hallway, returning shortly with a cup of cold water. “Sit up for me?” 

“Can’t,” you answered, eliciting a laugh from him. 

“C’mon, I’ll help you,” he spoke as he gently held the back of your head, supporting you as you leaned up to drink from the cup he was holding up to your mouth. After you took a few sips, he seemed satisfied and placed the cup on the floor, lying down next to you and pulling you close. “If you start ignoring me after that, I might have to kill you,” he teased. 

“Don’t worry. I won’t ever ignore you again.” You sighed in contentment, listening to Embry’s soothing heartbeat, before you began to wonder. “By the way, what the heck kind of research did you do?” 

He huffed a laugh before responding, “Some guy on the internet called Owen Grey.” 

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

hey if your requests are open could you write something that is friends to lovers with riven? lots of angst with a happy fluffy ending please (: but if you’re not taking requests rn just ignore this and have a lovely day 💗💞

Pairing: Riven x air!fairy

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Bodies are made so they can withstand extreme damage, physical and mental. Few don't have their boundaries tested in life and those who do learn the extent of how long they can survive before the body starts to shut down.

Physical pain is easier, everyone would agree. The invisible pain your heart and mind are tortured with exceeds our limits even in small doses.

Y/N would choose physical pain over the everyday torture of seeing the love of her life disappear, just a little more with every passing second.

When they were friends, they were inseparable. He told her he'd be her specialist, that they'd be unstoppable. He promised her no one could break them apart, that their friendship is as unique as the stars in endless skies they would sneak out to watch together.

Riven was her cornerstone, but he was gone now.

The person she sees now is but a shell of the man she used to care for. He looks like himself, but as he inhales the cigarette smoke, she knows he's somebody else.

Puffing the smoke into people's faces, throwing around snarky remarks and insults at other students - this is who her Riven has become.

His personality change came with a new love as well. Beatrice, though stunningly beautiful, had twisted his once blue skies into a stormy cloud even Y/N couldn't blow away.

Being an air fairy didn't quite help her protect him from a different, malicious air fairy he claimed as his girlfriend now.

You might be able to fight fire with fire, but air against air will only bring about a destructive hurricane and mass casualties Y/N didn't want on her conscience.

"What?" Riven steps in her way with raised brows, "You no longer say hi?"

Swallowing thickly, Y/N inhaled deeply. Staring at him, she didn't know what to say or do, his presence alone fueling anger from deep within.

"You smell", she quips through gritted teeth, receiving a surprised snort as response.

"Little storm", he lightens up. "And you have mascara on your eyelids", Riven remarks.

Rolling her eyes, she swipes her index fingers over her eyelids where her long lashes tend to leave a mark if she dares to wear make up. He used to tell her when it happened before so no one would laugh at her, but he wasn't her friend. 

Not anymore.

"Get out of my way", Y/N narrows her eyes at him.

Truth be told she didn't want him as a friend back when she had him, she wanted more. She misses him, all the time, but she wasn't so sure if she actually wanted him back in her life. After all she's seen, the image of all he's said and done is forever etched in her mind. She can't just erase it and move on.

Staring down at her, Riven's smile falters. "I thought you cared about me." Wetting his lips, he shrugs, "Are we not friends anymore?"

Y/N scoffs, "Friends?!" Shaking her head, a cold smile forms on her lips. "You haven't said a single word to me for three months and now you want to be friends?!"

"I was giving you space", Riven remarks.

Covering her mouth, she chuckles dryly. "Space? You've been bullying people! You've been fucking around, acting like you’re the reason why the sun comes up!"

Hands on his hips, Riven looks up as he releases a heavy sigh. "Maybe I needed space to think."

"Oh, so you had time to think between all the nasty comments about Terra?" Crossing her arms over her chest, Y/N huffed. "You've been an asshole and I...I don't know who you are anymore. Maybe I never did."

Trying to walk past him, Y/N gasps as a hand wraps around her bicep, pulling her back. Her arms fall to the sides, her left one pulled closer to Riven who cupped her right cheek tenderly.

"You're the only one who knows who I truly am. Don't doubt that." His lips part, his eyes searching her face for hope, for a sliver of love she once used to hold for him. "Don't doubt me", he pleads.

"Stop giving me reasons to doubt you", she speaks through clenched teeth, her eyes hardening.

"I care for you", he says quietly, nearly as a whisper.

Her lip trembles, her eyes burning as she tries to keep tears at bay. "Then show it. Because words mean nothing to me."

Pulling away, she takes a few steps before stopping. Turing halfway, she looks back at Riven only to see him looking back.

"You know, I loved you", she admits.

Lips parting, his crestfallen face further darkens as the pain of her admission hits him with full force.

Taking a step closer, her breaths turn shallow as they rush past her lips in quick, little puffs of air.

"I was in love with you and God help me, a part of me still is and I hate you for it."

Looking at his feet, Riven nods. "I know", he cracks a smile as his eyes meet her heavy gaze. "I love you. Since the day we met, I've been in love with you all this time."

Nodding, she looks away while pressing her lips into a thin line. She stares into the distance, afraid to blink in case her tears spill over.

"If that's true, Riv", she sniffles. Her eyebrows furrow as her burning gaze connects with his. "Do better. Be better, because I will not settle for a guy who says he loves me but does everything he can to break my heart."

"I will", he manages a smile. "When all this is done, you'll understand why all of this was necessary."

Frowning, she feels her heart sink at his words. "What are you talking about?"

Smiling, he slips his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as he takes a few steps back. "I love you, my little storm. That's all you need to know."

Biting her lower lip, she shakes her head. "What does that mean?"

"Stay safe", he tells her before departing, leaving his little storm more confused than ever before.

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[toxicanonymity]

Hey so I don't know if you're accepting requests so feel free to ignore this if you're not. Could I get Corey comforting a reader that learned they're being let go from a job they loved?

Corey comforting a reader being let go from a job they loved.

Oh, Anon <3. Please accept a virtual hug from me as well if you need it.  Note: I apologize if this gets inappropriate (OR if it’s not inappropriate enough).  This is a little off-brand for me and  I am also new to tumblr and don’t know any etiquette but this broke my grisly little heart so I gave it a shot. <3

Corey always comes over to watch your favorite show.  You think about canceling tonight.  You don’t want to talk about it, you don’t want to feel like it’s real, and there’s no way you can act normal.  But there’s also no one else you’d rather see.  If anyone can make you feel better, it’s Corey.  Seeing him smile always manages to lighten a dark day.    

You see him outside before he knows you see him.  He’s wearing a corduroy jacket, flannel shirt, and jeans.  He’s so hot.  He’s slouching and his huge hands are jammed in his pockets.  As he gets almost to your door, he smiles a little, adjusts his glasses,and fixes his hair.  

You open the door before he can knock.  When you open it, he’s beaming to see you, but his brows quickly furrow.  He can tell something is wrong.   “Hey (Y/N),” he says, stepping closer.   He puts a hand on your cheek and dips his head to get at eye-level.  He searches your eyes from behind his glasses.  His gaze is studious and concerned.  

You don’t know how to tell him.  You don’t want to say it - that makes it real.  You almost don’t have to.  “Hey,” he says, softly again.  He kisses your forehead.  “It’s okay,” he studies your gaze again, and your lip starts to quiver.  He wraps his arms around you tight.  He kisses the crown of your hair.  “Hey, let’s go inside,” he says softly. 

You sit down on the couch and he sees the letter on your coffee table.  He picks up the letter.  “Can I?” he asks.   You  nod, as tears start to well up.  He pauses to take off his jacket first.  As he removes it, it catches his shirt and one of his top shirt buttons comes undone.  He doesn’t fix it and he isn’t wearing an undershirt. He’s wearing a necklace you made him. 

He rubs your back as he reads the letter.   The expanse of his hand on your back makes you feel safe.  He looks almost pissed as he reads, but not at you, of course.  He’s pissed at anyone who would ever hurt you in any way, even if they didn’t mean to.  He breathes through his nose and bites his lip.   He glances up to make eye contact a couple of times and let you know he’s there.  He strokes your hair, and you start to let the tears flow. 

Even through your tears, you can’t help but notice his hard, smooth chest rise and fall as he finishes reading.  His sleeves are tight on his biceps.   

“Ugh, come here,” he says softly in his deep voice.  “That’s bullshit.  That sucks,”  in his northern accent.  You nestle your head  in the crook of his neck and inhale his musk.   He wraps his huge arms around you.    “I’m sorry,” he says.  Your nose brushes against his Adam’s Apple as he continues his comforting words.   “It’s obviously their loss.” 

You mention a couple of things you think you could have done differently.  “No one is perfect, (Y/N).  That doesn't make you any less valuable.  You’re a great catch for so many reasons.  I promise they’ll miss you.”   He kisses you on the head again and rubs your arms.  “I know you loved that job,” he says.   “And that’s one thing you have going for you.” 

You dry your eyes and look up at him.  “How is that something I have going for me?” 

“Well, most people don’t like their jobs.  You’re one of the only people I know who’s figured out at least one job you love.  Some people never find that.”  

“Right,” you hesitantly acknowledge.  “Too bad it’s over.”  

Even if not everything he says is perfect, his deep, husky voice relaxes you, and you let him keep talking.    “You might do the same job somewhere else, or you might find another job you love. But I know one thing, you’re going to land on your feet.  And your job doesn’t define you, (Y/N).  You’re a beautiful person for so many reasons.”  

“Thanks, Corey.” You look up at him.  

“You mean a lot to me, (Y/N).  You know I’m here for you no matter what.” He kisses you on the cheek.   “Just let me know what I can do to support you.”  He kisses you on the cheek again and hugs you as he strokes your hair.  

 “This is also bullshit though,” he says eventually.  He gets out his phone and reaches for the letter again.  He’s looking at the signature and the letterhead and starts typing something into his phone.  His eyes darken. 

“Core, don’t-” 

He puts it down.  “Okay, (Y/N).”   His eyes come back to normal.  “Whatever you need.  I want to support you however you want.”  

You thank him and touch his strong jaw.  He kisses you, cradling your head in both his hands.  He pulls away to look in your eyes “It’s going to be okay. You just tell me how I can help. I want to be here however you need me.”  His soft lips press back into yours and you feel like, maybe, it’s going to be okay.  

You start to make out, and before it gets too steamy, he pulls back and looks at you like he's looking into your soul. 

He says, “(Y/N), I wish you could see yourself how I see you.  You are so worthy of everything you want.”

As you start to make out again, you feel him against you and know you'll at least be distracted for the night.

-----------------------------------

I hope you take care of yourself the best you can right now, love yourself, have compassion for yourself, and reach out for help when you need it. Sometimes these things take time, but they often work out better than we think. <3

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Ronald Knox X Reader

Ask Me Anything

13+, Tw, cursing, implied sexual references

"Y/n, huh? That's That's pretty name you know. Fits a pretty girl like you." He shot me a flirty look.

I groaned. I got more than my fair share of customers like him and I truly never could hear the end of it, from my boss blaming me as if it was my fault to the customers themselves who couldn't seem to stop staring in certain uncomfortable... places.

"Ahem, your order, sir?" I was tired of him pretending to re-read my nametag.

"Ah, yes of course! How about a plain tall glass of iced tea?"

"Yes sir. Sweetened or unsweet?"

"Sweetened. It'll remind me of you." He winked.

I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

Checking his watch, he looked back at me.

"Actually, is there anyway you can make that to-go sweetheart?"

I gritted my teeth a little. He was really going above and beyond here.

"..I'll have it out in just a minute."

I was conflicted whether to make him wait longer for his order or simply get him out of my shop as fast as possible.

"Y/n,, you know the guy at the table you just took is staring at your ass, right??"

I turned around. He smiled and waved.

I growled. The bastard didn't even bother hiding it!!

That was truly the last straw for me.

"God!!! Cathy, please cover my shift. Im going home for the day." The timid girl looked at me with despair.

"All by myself?" She whimpered. "I'll have to lock up and everything."

"You can do it. You've worked here for years, you'll be fine." She gave me a more confident smile.

"Alright. Have a nice night, Y/n.

...

I walked out to my car.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something??"

It was the nosy blond from earlier.

"What's that?" I asked bitterly, having a good idea of what was next to come..

"My number," He supplemented, taking a sip from his iced coffee.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Yeah, but the paperwork would be worth it if you'll come home with me."

..Now that was just outright blatent and disgusting.

"Listen, I don't know what kind of person you are but I don't want anything to do with a human being as disgusting as you."

He got close to my face, smooth voice a little more ragged.

"Who said I was human?" He asked, snickering.

"What?"

"Nothing," He sighed, backing up. "Enjoy your day then."

He was beginning to walk away when I interrupted his stride.

"Wait, what do you mean??" I pressed, seeing a smirk cross his face.

"So that's what makes you tick. Your curiosity."

His face held a grimace. "Im not prepared to have this conversation here... but if you won't tell anyone, I don't really see the harm."

"I won't, I promise." I whispered, intrigued by what I could learn from a single conversation.

He laughed, instantly lightening up.

"Hahaha, you fell for that so brilliantly! Did you really believe me?"

I reddened. "You were joking with me??" He continued laughing. "That's not really something to joke about, you know."

He flashed me a smile with his bright teeth and glowing eyes.

His eyes.

His eyes.

Was he really joking? Or was it just some freak genetic makeup that caused a doubled iris in two shades of piercing green?

"I don't think that you're human," I said bravely, ignoring the instinctual fear that something could go horribly wrong here.

"Hmm??" The light died out in his eyes, leaving a dead and hardened look. "Ha... if you're so sure, little human..

Ask me anything."

|| PT. 2

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glass : b.b

after a messy breakup with your boyfriend, you can’t help but be a tad bit reckless during a mission leaving bucky to help pick up the pieces and learn why you’re acting the way you are. (2.5k) 

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Sitting in the Quinjet, you could barely register what Tony was saying as the words that were practically spat at you last night circulated your thoughts.

“Y/n?” You flinch at the call of your name, breaking you from the trance-like state you were in.

Steve smiles warmly as he takes the seat beside you as prying eyes watch closely, noting the change in your mood the moment you boarded the jet.

“Sorry,” You mutter to Steve. “late night.”

Nodding in response, Steve glances over to a concerned Bucky whose brows remain knitted together. Usually, you would sit with Bucky, joke around with him and Sam about all sorts. Yet today, you boarded the jet and sat alone, closing your eyes and blocked everyone out.

“Tell me ‘bout it.” Steve playfully huffs, trying to incite some form of reaction, but you remain silent. “Listen, if you wanna talk,”

“Thanks, Steve.” You cut him off, forcing your lips upward. “I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

With that being his cue to leave you be, Steve shakes his head to Bucky as he wanders back toward Tony, organising the final details of the plan before you land.

“Okay team, descending now, arriving in less than ten.” Tony announces, ensuring he has everyone's attention- including yours. “So, Cap, you and Romanoff will head straight for the side entrance whilst Wilson and Barnes take the back. I want Y/L/N and Barton to head for the hostages.” Tony explains, watching as you all nod along.

“And what will you be doing, Tony?” Steve asks as he picks his shield up.

“I will be with Wanda,” Tony states as Wanda playfully salutes. “on standby in case something goes wrong.”

“Not that it will.” Wanda comments but quirks a brow to Sam who holds his hands up in defence.

“That was a one-time thing, witchy.” Sam retorts, causing Tony to roll his eyes once again at the team's antics.

“Anyway, get ready.” Tony finishes before retreating toward the pilot whilst everyone gathers their weapons.

Whilst grabbing your gun and placing it into your holster, you notice the small bruise forming on your wrist as your sleeve rises slightly. You quickly tug on it, thinking nothing of it as you reach for the set of knives you usually carry.

Yet Bucky noticed, it was impossible for Bucky to not notice the smallest of details about you. His heart ached at the sight. You’re known for being clumsy and would often laugh about the matter. If you got a bruise, you’d joke about it, explain how this one happened in another idiotic motion as opposed to hiding it.

“You ready for this one, Y/n?” Clint speaks up as he appears by your side, counting his arrows as you tighten your grip on your favourite knife, causing your knuckles to lighten in colour.

“As I’ll ever be.” You remark as the Quinjet door opens and you all walk out, splitting up into different directions.

*

It wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t prepared enough as a team for what you encountered inside the building.

You reached the hostages and quickly untied them. They thanked you senselessly whilst Clint remained on guard, keeping a close eye on the door as you helped them to their feet.

“Who are you?” One man speaks up, his voice hoarse as he grips your arms for dear life.

“We’re the Avengers.” You softly tell the man, watching as the fear in his expression lightens, and he starts to laugh maniacally in your face.

Trying to prise yourself from his grasp, his nails dig into your skin. “You made a mistake coming here.” He states, breaking his gaze from you momentarily, giving you a chance to slam your foot into his.

With the man's grip easing, you snap yourself from his embrace and hit him with the butt of your gun. He falls to the ground, and you raise your gun to everyone else in the room.

“Who else is a plant?” You ask, looking at all of the terrified faces staring back at you. “Who else?!” You repeat yourself, adrenaline rushing through you before you fire your gun into the ceiling as they all jump.

Clint whips his head around, evidently shocked having never seen you react this way before. “Y/n,” He speaks up, but you ignore him, keeping your attention fixated on the ‘hostages’ before you.

“No one, Ma’am.” A little girl announces as she releases her mother's hand, stepping toward you. She looks up at you with her bright brown eyes and holds her hand out. “Are you here to save us?” She questions.

Kneeling down in front of the girl, you smile softly, your cool exterior melting. “Yes, and you’re all going to be okay, I promise.” You tell her, breaking your gaze as you look around at everyone else.

“Y/n, now.” Clint states as you rise to your feet, holding your hand out to the little girl who gladly accepts.

“Okay, follow me, you’ll all be safe if you stay close.” You explain to the dozen hostages who huddle together, following behind you and Clint.

“Tony? We have them, there was a plant, tell the others.” Clint speaks through the comms as he walks ahead, his bow at the ready in case anyone else lingers in the corridors.

Glancing over your shoulder, you check to ensure the hostages are still with you. Whilst your head is turned, you hear Clint groan and fall to the ground with a thud.

“Clint?” You rush forward whilst the hostages remain still. Holding your gun up, you turn the corner, catching sight of a man stood with his gun aimed at Clint’s unconscious body. “Corridor seven, ground floor.” You speak up, hoping someone hears you through the comms.

The man before you smirks as his gun is now aimed at you whilst you mirror his actions, not daring to let your hands shake as his words ring through your ears.

“You really think that’s a wise move?” He asks, removing the safety from his gun.

“I’m not one to go down without a fight.” You state, hearing a collection of footsteps echo behind the man as a glint of metal flashes across your eyes.

The man's focus shifts to behind you, but his gun remains trained to you. “Ah, I see we have a friend.” He chuckles and you can feel your heart rate increasing as the little girl stands by your side.

“She has us.” The girl states, standing tall as the hostages emerge and gather behind you.

Sighing under his breath, the man clicks his tongue. “Well, this is sweet and all, but you’re not making it out of here alive.” He scoffs, lowering his gun to the little girl.

Everything plays too quickly for Bucky’s liking as he runs toward the man, his arms outstretched and fists clenched.

Upon watching the man pull back the trigger, you force the little girl back, feeling the impact of the bullet hit your stomach. Another shot rings through your ears, but you’re already down on the ground, curled up.

Bucky steps over the man's body, not caring to step in the blood that pools around his head as he rushes toward you.

“Hey, doll, stay awake for me, okay?” Bucky pleads, brushing your hair out of your face as he glances down, noticing your fingers are coated in crimson. “Sam, get Tony, now!” He yells, picking you up in his arms as both Steve and Natasha appear, taking in the sight before them.

Bucky looks over to Steve, and he doesn’t need to say anything. “Go, we’ll handle it.” Steve nods to Bucky as you hang in his arms, eyes barely open.

Rushing past the hostages who stare with wide eyes, Bucky keeps his on you. “Come on, Y/n,” Bucky mutters as the cool breeze hits his face, feeling you move in his arms and bury your face into his chest.

“I’m cold,” You mumble tiredly, barely able to keep your eyes open as they droop heavily. “just five minutes.”

“No, don’t you dare,” Bucky firmly tells you as the Quinjet comes into view, the sight of worry evident in Wanda’s expression as she meets Bucky halfway, guiding him into the jet.

“What happened?” Wanda asks as Bucky places you down on the ground, reaching for the medical supplies on board with urgency, ripping out various weapons and mechanical items until he finds some form of bandages.

“She tried to save a little girl,” Bucky sighs as Wanda cradles your head, her fingers hovering over your temples as a red glow forms whilst Bucky applies pressure to the wounds, watching as they soak instantly from your blood. “we, we have to go, now!” He yells to Wanda who barely flinches.

“Tony? Can you handle this?” Wanda questions through the comms.

“Just get Y/n back, we’ll sort this out.” Tony responds, trying to hide the fear in his tone for the younger Avenger, one he can’t help but view as a daughter in many respects.

“She wants to be strong,” Wanda whispers, hearing your thoughts as you drift further and further away from consciousness. “but she’s scared. I, I can hear his voice.” Wanda trails off as Bucky tenses up, knowing exactly who she means.

Bucky can feel his heartbreaking as the Quinjet flies through the air at an accelerated rate back to the compound.

“Oh Y/n, you’ve got so much coming for you,” Bucky takes one of your hands in his, gripping it tightly as he focuses on your face, the light disappearing from your complexion. “don’t go, not now, doll.”

*

Lying in your own bed, you remain in a deep sleep whilst Bucky hovers by your bedside. Ever since you were brought back and cleared, he insisted you’d feel more comfortable in your own room.

“Anything?” Wanda speaks up, peering in your doorway as your chest rises and falls rhythmically. Bucky shakes his head in response, aware of Wanda approaching your bed as she perches on the edge, her fingertips dancing over your head.

Wanda quickly pulls her hand away, the red wisps disappearing as she avoids Bucky’s cold gaze. “What is it?”

“I’m not sure,” Wanda mutters, moving your hair out of your face. “but something happened before the mission, something to do with him.” Wanda sighs. “I just, I can’t tell what it was.” She explains as Bucky keeps a straight face, unable to take his eyes off the various bruises now exposed on your skin, the cuts and scars forming alongside them.

“She’s always been agile on missions, even if she’s clumsy.” Bucky breathes out, uncrossing his arms from his chest. “But she’s careful, she’s always careful.” He repeats to himself, wondering why you’d risk yourself like that when it could’ve been avoided.

“I had to,” You mumble, your eyes now beginning to open as you look up to your two friends, forcing your lips upwards. “did I miss much?”

A chuckle escapes Wanda as she looks over to Bucky, seeing the concern in his face refusing to ease. “I’m sure Bucky will fill you in.” Wanda tells you as she touches your hand before heading to the door. “It’s good to see you awake, Y/n/n.” She smiles at you whilst Bucky slowly moves closer to your bed, his legs leaning against the frame.

“So,” You sigh, still feeling your muscles burning beneath the covers on top of you. “is everyone safe?”

Trying to hold back the scoff building, Bucky simply nods.

“Good,” You nod to yourself, a sense of relief crossing your system. “I’m glad it worked out.”

“Worked out?” Bucky snaps, noting your eyes widening as you struggle to sit upright without wincing. “No, don’t try and move,” His voice softens momentarily, forcing you to remain still. “Y/n, you think almost dying is a mission ‘working out', really?” He huffs loudly.

“Look, the hostages are safe, the team holding them was taken care of so yes, Bucky, I do think it worked out.” You bark back, your tone rising.

“God, you’re an idiot sometimes.” Bucky remarks, turning away from you as you look down at your lap.

“Max said that too,” You mumble.

Turning on his heels, Bucky focuses on you closely. “He said what?”

It was no secret Bucky wasn’t the fondest of your now ex-boyfriend, Max. He tolerated him for your sake, not wanting to lose your best friend in the midst of a relationship. But Max was never the most understanding, and this is just another reason Bucky mentally adds to his list of why Max was a lousy boyfriend.

“Forget it,” You brush it off, refusing to meet Bucky’s cold blue eyes. “it was nothing, I went to get the last of my things the other night and, and we had an argument.”

“What did he say to you, Y/n?” Bucky persists as he now sits down on your bed, his hands remaining in his own lap as you play with yours, fidgeting.

“He said I’m too fragile for my own good,” You admit, hearing his bitter words ringing through your head. “that I’m weak, and I shouldn’t even be an Avenger.”

Bucky can feel his blood boiling, the list in his mind becoming mere shreds of paper as he imagines what he’ll do to Max if he sees him again.

“And maybe I am, he said I’m broken goods,” You add, lifting the sheets from your body to reveal the stitching in your skin where the bullet was. “what difference does one more scar make?”

“You don’t believe him, do you doll?” Bucky asks sadly, afraid he already knows the answer.

Your prolonged silence only causes Bucky’s heart to sink further into his chest.

“Y/n,” Bucky speaks up, taking your hand in his. “you’re not broken goods, you’re not made of glass that shatters easily.” He explains, unable to meet your teary gaze. “You’re one of the strongest, most selfless people I’ve ever met, you’re not fragile, doll.” He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand, avoiding the fresh scuffs lacing your knuckles.

“You think so?” You whisper as tears fall down your cheeks before you can stop them.

Now catching your eyes, Bucky smiles softly. “I do, Y/n.” He admits, watching you struggle to shuffle in your bed as you force back a whimper.

Patting the spot beside you, Bucky raises a brow. “Will you stay, Bucky, please?” You whisper, too afraid of your own voice.

“As long as you know you’re worth so much more than him, Y/n, okay?” Bucky asks as he lifts his arm up, wrapping it around you as you curl up into his chest. “You deserve the world, doll.” He mutters, feeling your grip around his waist loosen as your breathing softens. “And I promise to show you someday.”

Bucky brushes his lips across your forehead as light snores leave your lips, unaware of the promise Bucky has made to you and intends to keep it.  

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The thing about Dabi is he's not usually a possessive guy. Fucking is fucking, as far as he's concerned—it doesn't really matter who is doing it with whom as long as everyone is getting off on it. But goddamn if there isn't something about you that makes him want to make you his.

And he's gotten that, more or less. It took some sweet talking and cajoling, and a few late nights where he made you come until you couldn't see straight, but you agreed not to go sleeping with anyone else. Sure, you've made him promise the same, but that's fine. Not that he's going to actually stop, of course, but he goes out on recruiting missions alone and he figures what you don't know won't hurt you.

That's all enough to satisfy him, at least for a little while. But then a few weeks pass and there it is again: that stupid jealousy and all those unbidden thoughts about the people you were with before him. People he knows. You never talk in too much detail about your past hookups, but he's not stupid, is all too aware that he's not the first one in this ragged band of miscreants that you've crawled into bed with. You've fucked Jin, and Shigaraki, and probably even Magne, god rest her soul—Dabi hadn't missed the way the two of you had huddled up giggling in the corner of the old bar one night, disappearing together unusually early, making those bedroom eyes at each other. And in theory that's fine. Nothing wrong with two girls having fun together, after all. Hell, bi chicks are hot and Dabi wouldn't mind taking advantage of that someday.

But first he needs to find a way to get the image of you with your legs spread for half the League out of his goddamn head.

If he's being honest, it's Shigaraki who bothers him the most. Magne is dead. Jin is a decent dude and, Dabi has to imagine, tame as a kitten in the sack. But Shigaraki, well...Dabi can tell just by looking at the guy that he's a freak, and the idea of you riding Shigaraki's dry, crusty dick, of letting him do who-knows-what filthy shit to you? It just gets to him.

And then Toga has to suggest that stupid game and go putting ideas in his head.

You're all sitting around the crumbling office space that passes for a hideout, drinking to celebrate the League's first successful double-amputation (because fuck that germophobic, transphobic prick), and blondie is just begging to play a drinking game. Normally Dabi doesn't go for that shit—why anyone needs an excuse to get wasted is beyond him—but he's in a good mood, and you make that adorable pouty face as you tell him that you played in college, that it's really fun, and somehow he finds himself sitting in a circle on the dusty floor with the rest of you losers playing 'I haven't' or whatever the fuck it's called.

It's all bland shit to start. Toga's never driven a car, Shigaraki's never gone to school. But, after you've made your way around the circle once, everyone seems to be loosening up and Spinner takes one for the team by getting to the interesting shit and admitting he's never slept with a girl. It spurs a moment of awkward silence made all the worse by his red face and obvious self-consciousness about being a virgin, but then Compress stage-whispers "Neither have I," before winking salaciously at the blushing lizard and taking a dramatic pull from his beer bottle. It's enough to lighten the mood.

After that, Dabi's forced to admit it's a decent game. There's not much he hasn't done sexually or criminally, and since those are the two topics everyone focuses on, he finds himself getting hammered faster than usual. It's a good thing too—his buzz makes it easier to ignore the look you and Shigaraki exchange when Jin announces that he's never tried watersports, easier to pretend his gut isn't twisting at the knowing smirk on your leader's face as he raises his beer bottle to drink and you follow suit.

That particular moment makes it all the more surprising when, on your next turn, you hide an embarrassed face behind your hand and announce that you've never taken it in the ass.

Dabi can't stop thinking about it the rest of the night. Obsessing over it, and the idea of being your first, your only, even if only in some less than conventional way. The thing is, it's downright tame in comparison to a lot of what you two get up to, so barely even kinky that it's almost impossible to believe you've never tried it. Sure, you've never done it together, but he'd just figured neither of you were all that into it, since it hadn't come up when you were doing lewd shit to each other.

That kind of sex is fine from his perspective, but only fine. He doesn't actively seek it out because in his mind nothing beats the feel of being balls-deep in a warm pussy, but that doesn't mean he hasn't done it. He's hooked up with plenty of girls that were into it and has always been happy to oblige; hell, he's even taken it more than once, on account of the fact that when it comes to the bedroom he's willing to try anything twice.

But doing it with you? Well, that thought sticks. The two of you finally go to bed and Dabi's so turned on by the idea of your virgin ass that he can't help testing the waters, prodding teasingly at that tight hole with one spit-slicked finger until you're squirming away and whining. He doesn't manage to convince you right then, but he makes those puppy dog eyes that are far more effective than they have any right to be, and you agree to give it a go in the future.

"Not here," you specify, the words fuzzy on your drunken tongue. "Someplace nicer, with a real bed." You already have your reservations, and you certainly don't relish the idea of undertaking that particular venture now, on a worn mattress in this falling apart building, with its paper-thin walls and complete lack of hot water. Between your booze-fueled haze and the seeming interminability of the League's poverty, you mostly forget about that casual promise by the following morning.

But Dabi doesn't. He picks up a small bottle of lube the next day and carries it around in his pocket shamelessly, a little reminder that he has something to look forward to besides roasting that prick Endeavor, and he strokes himself off to the idea more than he's proud to admit as he waits for the League to move on to better things. He can be patient, when he needs to be.

That patience takes a toll though, and the minute the League settles into their new digs in Re-Destro's sprawling villa, where there's actually privacy and clean, comfortable beds, Dabi shows up at your door with a cheshire grin and every intention of finally getting something from you that's just for him.

You grimace when you remember that promise, try briefly to talk him out of it even, but he isn't so easily dissuaded. It's made all the harder by the fact that you can't give him a specific reason why you've never tried it, beyond that it seems uncomfortable and you hadn't particularly enjoyed the couple instances when you'd allowed someone to slip a finger or two in there.

"C'mon, baby girl," Dabi coos, his breath hot in your ear as he pins you to the wall, working two unnaturally warm fingers into your cunt. "I'll make sure it's good for you. Be gentle, get you nice and warmed up first, all that sweet shit."

It really is unfair how persuasive he can be when he fixes those pleading turquoise eyes on you. The way the pads of his fingers are curling just right deep inside isn't helping either, and he teases you like that until you give in to his cajoling, though you still insist on waiting a couple nights so that you can do your research and make sure you're entirely prepared. Dabi demonstrates his appreciation by burying his face in your cunt and not surfacing for air until you've come three times and are begging for a break.

When the night finally arrives, Dabi's feeling positively giddy. He slips into your bedroom with a bottle of wine and a couple glasses he's brought, a little something to help you relax because he's a gentleman when he wants to be. It should be good booze too—he lifted it from Re-Destro's private stash, and he's certain baldy doesn't drink anything that costs less than ¥30,000. Of course, Re-Destro doesn't love sharing either, but the uptight prick is too scared of Shigaraki to complain about anything the League does. They all take advantage of that, because they can and because it's fun to watch him bite his tongue when they piss him off.

You don't make it easy for Dabi to focus on pouring the drinks though, not when you're reclining in that armchair by the window, freshly showered and fidgeting nervously. He was half-erect before he got here from just thinking about what he was going to do to you, and the sight of you acting like you're some blushing virgin spurs him all the way to rock-hard. By the time your glasses are close to empty, he's straining uncomfortably in his pants, and can't fight back his impatience any longer.

"What do you think, doll?" he murmurs, setting his glass to the side and standing up, shrugging his jacket off before leaning down to ghost his lips over your neck. "You ready to move this to the bed?"

The way you chew at your lower lip anxiously before nodding makes his dick throb.

You empty your glass with one final, large swallow, your heart racing as you rise. You know it's stupid—you and Dabi have fucked countless times and a lot of it hasn't exactly been vanilla—but it's been a long time since you've actually tried anything new. His obvious excitement doesn't help either, paradoxically; it leaves you fretting about what will happen if you're somehow bad at this, or if you can't take it and have to stop. You've never really worried about disappointing him before, but now the thought weighs acutely on your mind.

It's with halting steps that you approach the bed and then, when you can't realistically drag your feet any longer, you finally tug the nightgown you're wearing off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to reveal what's underneath.

"Damn, baby girl," Dabi breathes, looking you up and down. You'd figured that since it was a special occasion you might as well dress up, donning a strappy bra and panties. They're little more than elaborate, crisscrossing pieces of lace, all white since he'd seemed so fixated on this pseudo-innocent, first-time act. His reaction doesn't disappoint, eyes lighting up as he stares at you hungrily.

You let yourself fall back on the bed, nestling against the many pillows. The look on his face has your stomach fluttering, and the wine has helped you to relax a bit despite your nerves, a pleasant warmth spreading throughout your body. It's joined by a different kind of heat when you feel the mattress dip beneath Dabi's weight as he positions himself over you, one knee resting between your thighs, just barely brushing against your center, a hint of what's to come.

"You look so good I could just eat you up," Dabi whispers hotly against your ear before tracing his lips over your jaw. Even though he wants to take his time, let himself savor this, it's taking every ounce of patience he has to keep the promise he made to get you worked up and ready for him, to not to tear those pretty bits of satin and lace off and have his way with you right then.

You whine eagerly when his mouth slants hungrily over yours, savoring the feel of those mismatched lips, the way the rough skin of the bottom one contrasts so deliciously with the top. Hot hands run over your sides as the kiss deepens, your tongues tangling together, and you moan against him.

When you finally break for air, Dabi moves his lips to your throat, his tongue lapping at your pulse before he sinks his teeth into you. He loves to mark you up, loves making sure everyone can see that you're indisputably his, and it's even hotter now that he knows he's going to fuck you in a way no one else has. You're shivering beneath him as he works, your hand tugging insistently at his hair, and Dabi lets out a low, throaty growl.

"Guess I'm not the only one who's eager, huh?"

Your hips tilt in response, pressing needily into his firm thigh, and Dabi can feel the skin on his cheeks straining against his staples as he grins. He traces one hand up over your ribs, cupping at your supple breasts, teasing your hardening nipple through the flimsy fabric of your bra. Those deft fingers work under the seam of your lingerie as he shifts his weight, increasing the pressure against your center while he pinches and tugs at the peaks of your breasts until you're whimpering, spreading slick along his leg even through your thin panties.

Dabi pulls away abruptly, rolling onto his back and tugging at you to change positions, shaking his head when you move to mount his hips.

"Come here, baby girl," he says, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip. "Like I said, I wanna eat you up."

The promise in those words sends a bolt of heat straight through your core as he guides you to straddle his face, hot breath tickling your inner thighs. One calloused thumb brushes your clit lightly through your underwear, blue eyes sparkling when your breath hitches at that soft touch. When he pulls that useless fabric to the side and runs his tongue over your already-damp slit, you shudder.

Dabi lets out a pleased groan at your reaction and gets to work more earnestly, lapping at your sensitive nub, licking and sucking until you're moaning and only then shifting a little so that he can lap at your insides, that same rough thumb replacing the pressure of his tongue on your clit. It strokes firm circles as he buries that hot, wet muscle inside you, the metal barbell there teasing your inner walls as you grind involuntarily against it. You can't help but whine when he withdraws it, but that disappointment is quickly replaced by you startling as that same wet muscle extends further back to tease at your puckered entrance.

"A-ah, Dabi, wait," you protest, your face heating up self-consciously almost at once.

Dabi pauses, shifting just enough to keep his reply from being muffled as one warm hand runs reassuringly up your thigh. "I don't think I can help myself, doll," he says, his slick-coated lips splitting into a wide grin, "you just taste too good."

That heat in your face worsens as he dives back in, not even waiting for you to respond before he's flexing his tongue to poke at that tight ring of muscle. You still try to squirm away, feeling unprepared for this. You hadn't even considered it among the possible activities were volunteering to participate in, but Dabi is holding you firmly in place with the hand not working at your clit, and when another whine of protest escapes you, it's weaker than the first. The foreign sensation of his tongue against your neglected hole has you hyperaware of the press of his thumb at your apex, and you can feel tension building in your core even as you writhe in embarrassment.

It's as though he knows, too, and you suppose maybe he does; after all, he's the one who's done this before. He thrusts his tongue a little deeper, rolling your clit between two hot fingers with enough pressure to cut off any further protests. A long moan is the only sound you can muster as you spill over the edge, your thighs clenching around his head and your hips jerking shakily as you ride out your climax with his tongue still buried obscenely in your rear.

Dabi's face is covered in your juices by the time he slides from between your thighs, and he wipes it away carelessly with one arm as he repositions you again, pinning you on your back and wasting no time peeling away your now-soaked panties. He grins at the sight of your glistening folds and swollen clit before stripping off most of his own clothes, kicking them unceremoniously to the side and relaxing between your legs, kissing at your still-trembling thighs.

He teases at your sensitive cunt with his fingers, coating them in your juices as you whimper. "Ready for a little more?" he asks, and you nod despite the fact that your cheeks are still burning from before and your stomach is knotting with nerves.

"Just...go slow, okay?"

"Of course, baby girl," he promises, "I told you I'd take good care of you." With that, he starts to work you open, dipping one finger into your tight hole just until he reaches the first knuckle, working it in and out slowly. His other hand toys at your clit, stroking and rolling that puffy nub again, making you mewl.

Dabi waits until you're relaxed before trying any more, pulling away from you just long enough to dig the lube from the pocket of his discarded pants, coating his fingers with it. He works that lone finger deeper this time, in and out until it's buried to the last knuckle.

The sensation is strange, but not entirely unpleasant; even if you think you'd rather have that finger curling in your cunt, the slight stretch is still adding to the faint throb already growing inside you, the one that worsens when his thumb returns to your apex.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Dabi growls when one well-placed stroke of his thumb has you clenching lightly around his finger. He ruts his hips against the sheets, trying vainly to find some relief for his aching member, but it's not enough—he needs to feel you, needs the vice-like grip clutching his fingers to be wrapped around his cock, and he needs it soon.

You feel him withdraw to add more lube, and then he's fingering you again, adding another digit to stretch you wider. It comes with a stab of discomfort when he forces his way past the second knuckle, and you reflexively try to pull back. "Dabi, that's too much."

He abandons his soothing attentions to your clit, one warm palm pressing you tight against the mattress to keep you in place, stroking soothingly at your hip. His breath tickles over your inner thigh as he chuckles softly. "If you can't take this, how are you ever gonna take me, hmm?" he says teasingly. "You're doing great, baby, just relax."

You will yourself to unclench, trying to picture Dabi's satisfied face once you're taking him, that adoring look he sometimes gives you, the one that you relish. Your efforts are only marginally effective, but Dabi keeps pushing deeper, fucking you slowly but insistently with those fingers, and when you don't complain again, his thumb returns to caressing your sex.

"That's a good girl." Dabi picks up the pace, cursing under his breath. "You're doing so good."

You're wriggling against his hand now, trying to increase the friction at your center, not quite minding the foreign sensation of his fingers and the uncanny fullness they bring so much now that there's heat thrumming in your core. "Y-yeah, like that," you pant encouragingly, and Dabi grins.

"That doing it for you?" he purrs. "Think you can take more?"

You start to shake your head—the stretch now feels like all you can handle—but Dabi's already adding a third slick finger, shoving it in with less restraint than before. You feel more than discomfort this time when three knuckles breach your asshole, and it quickly dampens the arousal that had been steadily building. "Dabi, slow down," you gasp.

"Aw, are you sure you can't handle it?" His blue eyes meet yours, pupils blown wide with arousal as he looks you over with the hungry gaze. "'Cause if I'm being honest, it feels like you're trying to suck me in. Like this greedy little hole wants to get fucked."

The huskiness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, even as another whine of discomfort escapes you. For just a second his expression darkens slightly, but then he's slowing his movements, twisting his fingers instead of thrusting them in and out.

"Better?" he asks, and you think you catch an edge of impatience in his voice.

It is better though, a little at least, enough that you can focus on the way your cunt flutters every time his thumb strokes over your clit. So you just nod; it's not like this wasn't bound to be a little unpleasant at points, right?

Dabi's smile stretches wider, his thumb working faster. A mewl slips from between your lips and Dabi takes that as encouragement, his fingers resuming their persistent thrusts. It's still uncomfortable, though not quite as bad as when he started, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to bite back your complaints. You let your eyes fall closed instead, trying to focus on his attentions to your hooded nub, on the heat that's pooling in your lower belly. You're inching towards another release, and you let a hand lift to your breast, tweaking at the pebbled flesh of one nipple to help yourself along.

"D-dabi, I'm close," you stammer, your hips bucking against his hand.

"Yeah?" His movements speed up, his voice breathy and excited. "Do it, baby girl. Come for me and then I'm gonna fuck this tight little ass of yours."

You swallow hard, trying not to dwell on those words for now—you can tell you've loosened up more, tolerating the jab of his fingers, but his cock is substantially larger than those, all too intimidating. Thankfully, it's not hard to remain distracted, to focus only on your approaching peak.

Dabi can feel that orgasm rip through you when it hits, your asshole clenching around his fingers as you keen, and it's then that he reaches the limits of his patience. He needs you now, needs the thrill of burying himself in your tight ass and claiming you for his own, of reaching his own release deep inside and then watching his seed spill out afterwards. What a satisfying sight that will be.

He scrambles up from between your legs to catch your lips with his, fumbling his boxers off as his tongue invades your mouth. When he pulls away, his eyes are bright, needy. "Ready for me?" he asks.

You're not, not really, but you can see the fervor in his eyes, hear the urgency in his voice, and you convince yourself that he won't be able to work you open much more with his fingers no matter what. Your agreement doesn't matter anyway—he's already rolling you onto your side and slotting his chest against your back, his straining erection poking at the cleft between your thighs.

"Like this?" you ask, surprised by the choice of position.

"Just like this," he pants in your ear. His teeth nibble at your lobe as he slicks his cock generously with lube. "Want you spooned against me so I can see those cute faces you make, feel you squirming when you take me."

And fuck, when he slips one hand back down to finger your asshole one last time, it doesn't disappoint—your body ripples against him when that invasion catches you off guard, and he can see the way your lips part obscenely as you gasp at his touch. His fingers abandon your tight hole almost as quickly as they'd entered, and then Dabi is aligning himself with your entrance, using the last of his restraint not to slam his hips forward and bury himself inside with a single thrust.

You can feel the spongy head of his glans, and the slick coolness of the ring that adorns his tip, prodding at your rear. One of his arms worms its way under your side, his hand groping distractedly at your breasts as you tense in anticipation.

"Relax, baby girl," he murmurs, but he doesn't wait for you to even try. He's already slipping in, moving slowly until he encounters resistance an inch or so inside, and then pausing.

He has to struggle to keep his composure. Even like this, with not even the full head of his cock in your ass, his balls are tightening, just the thought of what he's doing nearly enough to send him over the brink. He waits until he's sure that won't happen and then starts moving, pushing insistently to work you open around his length with shallow thrusts.

"A-ah, Dabi, g-go easy," you stutter, already squirming. You can feel your body resisting the intrusion, so much larger than his fingers, and it aches slightly every time he tries to breach that inner ring.

"I am, baby, don't worry. I'll take care of you." His cheek is nuzzling against yours, his lips kissing and sucking wherever he can reach, but his motions don't change at all even as he murmurs so sweetly. He only slings one arm over your hips, toying lazily at your clit. That attention helps you relax, helps distract you a little, but it's not enough to prepare you for when he drives himself in further, finally surging past that taut band of muscle.

The invasion brings a sharp pain, one that has you crying out. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your body reflexively contorting to try and escape the cause of that hurt, but his arms tighten around you, holding you in place as he continues to work himself deeper with every thrust.

"Dabi, that hurts." Your words are sharper this time as each stroke sends another unpleasant throb through your overstretched hole, but his only response is to plunge the fingers rubbing at your clit into your dripping cunt.

"Shh, you're doing great." He curls his fingers, stroking against that spongy spot deep inside. It makes you writhe, but that does nothing to address the pain between your legs as he fucks you.

"Dabi, don't, that's not helping, I—"

"It's okay, baby girl, you're taking me so well," Dabi coos. You'll adjust, he knows you will—you're usually up for anything, of course you can take this. And fuck, there's no way he can stop now, not when it's even better than he'd imagined—hotter and softer, your pillowy walls enveloping his length every time he plunges into you, the exquisite tightness of your entrance massaging his shaft with each thrust.

"I'm not— I don't— I don't want to do this anymore." You can hear the desperate edge in your voice now. Your heart is racing and there's a cold sweat forming on your skin as tears of pain and confusion start to leak down your cheeks. "Dabi, stop."

"Shh, shh, you're fine. You—fuck—you feel so amazing. 'S never been this good with anyone else, fuck."

"I don't care, I don't want this." You can't understand what's happening, why he's not listening. You twist your head to look at him, pleading with your eyes, but he's barely even focusing on you. His blue eyes are glazed and half-lidded as his lips wander over your shoulders and your neck, all the while murmuring those useless reassurances against your skin. You're thrashing now, your feet scrambling for purchase on the sheets as you try frantically to pull away, but he keeps his tight grip on you, one of his legs hooking around your own to hold you in place. "Dabi, I said stop!"

He shushes you again, rutting into you harshly, and a choked sob escapes you when he bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against your backside as you struggle against him. You feel sick to your stomach, and it only worsens when he pulls out until nothing but his tip remains, then drives himself back in with one agonizingly rough thrust.

You keep begging, pleading, wracking your brain and trying every past safe word you can recall, but he only continues to pound into you, his breathing erratic as he pants in your ear. "It's okay, baby. You're taking my cock like such a good girl. You're—ngh—making me feel so good."

The ache between your legs is diminishing slightly as you adjust to his girth, your body entirely unconcerned with whether you want that or not. He's still fingering your sopping cunt too, his palm grinding against your oversensitive clit with each plunge of his long digits, the lewd squelching sound of those attentions mingling with the sharp slap of his hips against your ass as he fucks you.

"You like this?" he asks, but you know he's not really asking. "You like knowing I'm the only one? That I'm making you mine, just mine, just like how it should be?"

"Dabi, stop. Please stop." Your appeals are feeble now, far more for yourself than for him as you continue to utter them between quiet sobs. Dabi's somewhere far away, awash in the tight heat of your ass and the satisfaction of finally staking his claim on you, aware of your supplications but not hearing them, not really.

You slump, still sobbing, and let him take what he wants. His attentions to your cunt have a coil tightening in your gut, but when your climax hits it's perfunctory and mechanical, no real pleasure to be found even as your hips jerk and your holes spasm, a joyless whine passing from your lips.

No real pleasure for you, at least. But fuck, the feel of you squeezing around his cock as you come is what Dabi has been waiting for, your insides massaging his length as though desperate for him to decorate your walls with his cum. It's a gift he's glad to grant—he rocks his hips more urgently, keeping his thrusts shallow now so that he's sure to get it all deep inside.

"Fuck," he groans against your neck. "Gonna make me come, baby girl. That what you want? Want me to fill you up?" You shake your head, but his movements are already growing spurtive and erratic, his grunts louder and throatier, and then you can feel his cock jerking inside you, a hot rush of cum flooding your guts.

Dabi doesn't stop then, either, keeps fucking his seed into you until he's softening, not quite able to work himself in and out of your tight, abused hole any longer, and only then does he finally pull out, a dribble of cum leaking obscenely down your thigh.

You're sniffling, drawing shaky breaths, and you try to pull away the moment his arms relax around you. They only tighten again, his lips planting soft kisses along your temple.

"Shh," he murmurs. The sound of his shushing makes you want to scream. One hand lifts to wipe at the tears on your cheeks. "You were so good, baby girl, there's no need to cry. You were fucking incredible." He means it too, doesn't think he's ever come so hard in his life as he did now, making you his.

Dabi can't wait to do it again.