#sweetie. go to bed it’s 1 am

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫! | fushiguro tōji

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Not only are you drunk on a Friday night, but you’re a drunk, closeted succubus who is, unfortunately, under the care of the hot neighbor under your roof! Would you ruin the mood if he found out about your little secret? You don’t even wanna know!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab/fem! succubus reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! reader + Toji are neighbors - age difference; reader is in late-20s + Toji is mid/late 40s - crushing/mutual pining - drug/alcohol usage - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping) - Daddy kink - sqǔitïng - anal play (m! receiving) - 69 + backshots + spooning + cowgirl positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - creampies - praise kink - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie) - implied marathon sex - mention of drool/spit, tears, and cum - not proofread; will do l8r.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: pulled this story out of my ass; I literally spent a whole single DAY dedicating to writing it. please enjoy, and tysm for 11.9k loveliesss ☆ love and appreciate u all !!

“…shit.”

There’s no way.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

Of all days for this to happen.

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

Tonight was already an eventful night, with the full moon shining brighter than the stars. Life has put you so fast in a whirlwind that you can’t recall the last time you permitted your body to unwind. Can you blame yourself, though? From moving to a new neighborhood and scoring a new job, things have kept you undeniably busy for the past few months. And not too mention,  it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit and lacking a drive for social interaction. 

That’s precisely why your old college besties – Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki – pulled you out of your hideyhole and encouraged you to join them this Friday night to have some fun! “C’mo~n, lighten up! No more thinking about work or whatever; have some fun!” “Yeah, y’know you’re my biggest drinking buddy. Now, hurry up and share this cocktail with me!” The ladies pressure you to relax and enjoy the start of the weekend with some good drinks and delicious food. And, you hate to admit, it worked like a charm – the longer the hours went, the more you felt free as if all the weight holding you down had been lifted.

The only problem is, like all good things, that it had to end and that you had to go home. Now check this out: 1) you left your car at home because, again, you were rigorously dragged out of your abode by your college companions. 2) You were all pretty much drunk, enough for neither one of you to drive on the road. And 3) you guys are in the city, and catching a lift is not only a gamble but SUPER expensive! Guess that’s what you get for choosing a Friday night to free-ball.

However, when hope was lost, and you wouldn’t be in the comfort of your bed tonight, you received a text on your phone, and you could practically hear the angels sing in the heavens above!

Recent Message from: Neighbor Fushiguro

Yo. You home? I’m out in the city picking up stuff for the house. Need anything?

Thank God for neighbors, am I right? The chances of someone you know being within the same vicinity of you may be low, but never zero! Did you feel bad that you texted back saying you needed a ride back to your house? Sure. Did you feel extra bad when you asked a huge favor for him to drop your friends off at the nearest hotel? …Yeah. 

But luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. The only thing you had to endure was him teasing you about your little outing (with the help of your friends in the back of his truck) and your tipsy persona. “Never took you fr’ one who drinks.” He scoffs while putting you down on your couch after slinging you over his shoulder because you complained about your feet hurting. Damn heels! “Neither one who gets drunk.”

“It wasn’t my fauuu~lt,” you whine with a significant stretch while your neighbor roams around. “My fwiends, they forced me to–hic–to do it…”

“Mm, do your ‘fwiends’ always push you over to do things?” He shouts from the kitchen; you can hear cabinets opening and closing. 

“When you’re the youngest of the group, they do.”

“Well, maybe I gotta get to know ‘em so they can push you into goin’ out more. And maybe you can quit avoidin’ me when I invite you over.”

“I don’t try to avoid you!” You sprout defensively. “And quit teasing me, Toji! You’re supposed’ta be on my side; I’m the victim here.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say.” Heavy footsteps draw nearer to where you are, and your heavy eyelids open to see a hand stretching towards you with a glass of water. “I’m here takin’ care of ya now, aren’t I, lil’ victim?”

A smile pulls your lips as you take the glass. “Thank you,” you express before a sip, and your neighbor lifts your feet to sit on the cushion beside you. 

“Y’re welcome,” he places your legs on his lap, grabbing the remote to turn on the television. 

You haven’t been in this neighborhood long enough to say you have friends. Don’t get it wrong; everyone you contacted has been lovely and friendly, and some have opted to help with your move! But aside from the casual greetings in the morning or the nods of acknowledgment, you barely know people who scratch the surface of acquaintanceship. Not to mention, it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit. 

…But, there is one neighbor you could say you’re pretty close with. Someone nice. Someone dependable…Someone attractive that you’re on a mission not to stare too much.

Toji Fushiguro lives two houses down from you across the street. Remember I mentioned you had people assist with your move? This widowed, middle-aged man was one of the nice handymen who aided you and your friends with your boxes and heavy furniture. You remember it like yesterday, seeing this brawny man stroll up your driveway on the sunniest day of June. You nearly mistook him for an Olympic athlete. 

“So, y’re the one movin’ ‘round here?” The calm baritone of his voice was unforced. “Nice to know there’s a cute face on the newbie. Need any help?” It’s how he asked – so sultry and alluring you almost spaced out before nodding absentmindedly to his request for aid, hoping he didn’t notice you watch how the scar of his lip moved as he spoke. “Welcome to the neighb’rhood, kid.” Rarely do you have butterflies running amok in the pits of your guts, but they were challenging to deal with that day. 

And it doesn’t get any better from that day forward. No matter how hard you wished not to run into this immediate crush of yours, he would somehow wheedle his way into your path. It started slow, exchanging hellos or good mornings whenever he left for work or you took the garbage out. Then came the “Want me to do y’r lawn fr’ ya?” or the “House down the street’s havin’ a little barbecue, wanna get to know people?” You thought moving away from the busy city life would die things down. However, Toji making your head race every chance he gets wasn’t a move you could envisage. Think about how you felt the day he asked for your number to keep in contact “fr’ emergencies…or if ya need anythin’, shoot me a call,” how your heart jumped to your throat! Oh, the girls never stopped teasing you when you told…

Nonetheless, you can’t deny how much help he’s been. Well, outside of that, just being a great neighbor all around. Besides being an absolute succor, he’s an outlet you can come to for anything. Whether for the house, the community, or just personal conversations, Toji’s someone you can admitlingly say you’d depend on. With trust built from day one, sharing pieces of yourselves to break down barriers, it’s safe to say that he is undoubtedly a friend who made your decision to move a worthy risk.

…Yet, what’s even more risky is being alone with him, something you do everything you can to avoid. Why? Look at him! Would you trust yourself to be anywhere with this man alone? Of course not! This is why tonight is the riskiest night you’ve ever bestowed upon your drunk self.

“You got somthin’ to say?”

“Huh?” You perk to reality, anxiousness filling you once you realize you had been staring at the man. “N-No, I’m sorry.”

He stifles a snort, grabbing your feet to massage them from the pain. “Oh, wanna act quiet. You were all bubbly in the passenger seat with y’re friends. Now y’re all shy because y’re stuck with me, huh?”

“T-That’s not true!” A lie; he was right on the mark. Your heart has been beating nonstop once he sat next to you. “It’s just that…I’m sorry for making you drive and pick me and the girls up.”

“Nah, don’t apologize,” his focus is on your feet as he kneads and rubs the sole of your foot. “Told ya I was around the area doing some shoppin’, so pickin’ ya up on my way back was easy.”

You take another sip of your water. “Shopping?” 

“Mm, my kids are down here for the weekend, so I had to go out fr’ a bit and grab shit fr’ my daughter.” Ah, yes, Toji is a father; you remember him telling you about his two children in college, a junior and a sophomore. “They’re at the house right now; saw ‘em after I dropped stuff at the house before bringin’ ya home.” 

You hum. “Sorry for stealin’ you from them for a bit.”

He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. “Please, they probably don’t even know I’m gone. They’re big kids. Plus,” your breath hitches when emerald eyes trail to you. “Now I get to finally have you all to myself, no curvin’ me and whatever this time.” 

“I’m not tryin’ to curve…”

“Yeah, yeah.” He goes back to massaging your feet.

“…Thanks again, Toji. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Your abdomen flexes at the use of the nickname. “You know I always got you…Say, did you hit y’r head somewhere?”

You blink, eyebrows furrow. “No? Why?”

He points to his temple. “Because I see like a lump right here.”

You mirror his movements, your hand touching the spot he’s pointing. And your fingertips meet with a lump on a location that sparks too much familiarity. You gasp aloud and cover the lump with your hand, the other covering your other temple. 

Oh, no.

Black eyebrows knit together. “You okay?”

Play it cool! “Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! You’re right; I probably hit my head somewhere while out.” You take this time to remove your legs off the comfort of Toji’s lap and stand up from the couch. “I’ll put something on it to stop the swelling.” You can also sense something aching down your lower back at that moment. Oh, hell no!!

“Ya sure? Need me fr’ any—“ 

BZZZZ!! BZZZZ!!

Toji’s cut off from the vibration of his phone in his jeans, pulling the device out to see that someone called “Megumi” was calling. Good, a distraction!

“N–No, no, I’m good from here.” You say through gritted teeth, the alcohol taking effect and making your stance a little buzzy to uphold. “J-Just stay here, I’ll be back!” You don’t even wait for his approval, turning on your heel and heading out of the living room to the stairs. Your body feels wobbly with every step you take, but you don’t pay it any mind because you can feel the lumps beneath your palms increasing. “God, please, not now, not today…!”

You march as fast as you can to your bedroom, nearly stumbling on the floor as you haul ass to your bathroom door. You do a terrible job watching your footing fall after rushing to turn the lights on, and stuff from the counter falls because of the impact. But you didn’t care, shuffling up so you could look at the mirror. And the sight you see fills you with immediate dread.

Horns are the first thing you see from either side of your head; the tips curl as if to form a crown but point to the ceiling. Your eyes are no longer human-like, pupils shaped like slits as if morphing into a reptile. And your ears get horizontally pointier.  “…shit.”

You then lift your skirt and tear a hole in your pantyhose above the hem of your panties, and your fear quadruples at the sight of something long and slithery protruding out of the hole. A long tail with a pointy end; you lose your mind. “Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

It’s then you realize why this is happening: you had forgotten to take your daily supplements that are meant to subjugate these features of yourself. You’ve been taking them for the longest time before you moved into this neighborhood, so you’re used to your typical human facade. Now, seeing these parts of yourselves is the very LAST thing you need right now! 

And then something hits you, an unsettling feeling that you’re too scared to confirm. Your eyes travel down to your shirt, your hands hesitantly pulling the bottom tucked into your skirt and lifting to reveal your navel. You then tug the top of your skirt to expose a spot you’re honed in on the mirror. And the urge to scream grows tenfold once you see a black marking on the lower part of your belly. 

A womb tattoo!?!? 

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

“YO, HEY!” And just when it couldn’t get worse, you hear Toji coming up the stairs and beelining for your open bedroom door. Wait, no— “I heard screamin’ and a big ‘boom,’ you alright? Where are y—“

Your neighbor stops dead in his tracks once he appears in front of the bathroom opening; his concerned expression shifts to an immediate neutral deadpan. He stares at you, and you stare back at him, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. A ring fills your eardrums, dissociating from this entire scene and all its complications.

You want to cry. Maybe scream, throw up, or just straight up die on the spot. 

Because this wasn’t the night for someone to find out you’re a succubus.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…”

“…”

“…So, what are you?” 

Not even concealing your face in your pillow can hide you from the eventual questions of Toji, who sits idly on the corner of your bed. You cringe internally, never thinking this dilemma would befall you. The point of moving was to turn a new page in your life and leave the past behind with the city. Now, you are shriveling on top of your bed like a moody teenager, and your neighborhood crush is here to witness your depression.

“…What happened to your phone call?”

“It was my kid. I told him to lock the door since I’ll be out a little longer. Don’t try and deflect,” his blunt answer has you descend further to your inner turmoil. “How come I never seen these horns before?”

You sigh heavily; there’s no point in trying to divert now. “…I take supplements that hinder any features of my succubus appearance so I can look like an average human for the rest of the day.”

“Daily?” He sees you nod through his peripheral. “Succubus…the hell’s that?”

“Basically, I’m a demon that…that…” Yeah, no, let’s not finish that. “Never mind.”

“Bullshit. Tell me.” 

“D-Don’t worry about it, it’s not—“

“Look here,” he speaks to you with a stern tone, a hand coming to your waist to shove you a bit. “I went ahead and picked y’re drunk butt up, made sure ya don’t puke up a storm, and now y’re here looking way different from before. The least you could do is explain.”

God, to be lectured by a human – totally humiliating…! “…I’m a demon that gets energy from…se–….sexu, uhh………..sexualactivitywithhumanbeings.”

The silence that trails after your ramble is beyond awkward. 

“Oh.”

…

“Oh.”

God, just kill me right now!

The older man forces a cough. “So, you…have sex every day?” You can practically sense the tiny hint of discomfort from prompting that question.

“W-Well, I used to when I was younger. But I haven’t really…done it in a couple of years.” Jesus Christ, why is it so embarrassing to admit to someone other than yourself? This is the literal worst! 

“Is that bad?”

“It’s, uhh…It can be?” 

“So, why haven’t you done it?”

“Because…!” You snap your face out of your pillow and finally allow yourself to breathe correctly. “I just…I don’t have time like I used to anymore, and using my powers to make people forget afterward can get tiring. Also, the more times I do it, the more my drive gets intense from the last. The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

“…Well,” Toji turns to face you. “Have you ever had the urge recently?”

“I-” Woah. That question came out of nowhere, almost answering it without proper consideration. “Wh–What do you mean by that…”

He shrugs. “Like—you know what I mean—like, even though you try to suppress it, do you still have those urges to do…ya know, it?”

Things get a little uncomfortable here; now you wish you kept your face in that pillow. Tojo’s gaze on you is distinguished — gentle yet stern, matching his demeanor. He's calm and calculating and is waiting for your response to his strangely personal question. 

“I…I, I don’t know.” It was another lie.

“Why’re you lyin’?”

“I’m not…!” Toji clicked his teeth with a face.

“Fine, answer me this then. Have ya ever thought of doin’ it since ya moved here?” 

Yup, this question was far worse than the other. His words echo inside your noggin, bewildered with every syllable relaying. And the widowed man lifts his brow from the lack of an instantaneous answer. You open your mouth, but words fail to aid you, your tail shying away behind your shadow. “I-I…I don’t—“

“Ever thought of me?”

“Toji!” You shout defensively. Sure, it might’ve been out of line to ask. However, it’s the fact that he’s breaking your exterior with every question — because of how on-the-mark he is. You could never prepare yourself for that inquiry, the heat on your face growing more unbearable. How could he know of the frenzy he puts you through just for existing? 

“I’m not dumb.” You peep Toji, turning his torso and facing his entire front in your direction. “You think I don’t notice how often you try to push me off when I invite ya over or know when y’re lookin’ at me when you think I’m not aware’?” He dents the bed with his added weight, and you forget to breathe, watching him inch closer. “Or act all shy and cute when I got you to myself?” 

You gulp, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling of Toji’s palm on your thigh. There have been countless nights where you’ve thought of your neighbor more than once, indulging in fantasies you could never speak of to a soul, especially Toji himself. To let the man know of the dirty things you’d want him to say to you, the names you wish him to call you, the erotic things you’d like him to do to you — death is the only option necessary not to let that happen. Unfortunately, he seems to have a good idea now that he’s cornered you like this, and you’re too stunned to utter a word.

“It’s okay, though,” he whispers low now that he’s close to your face, and you have to hold back on letting out a yelp when his hand comes to hold your face, his index finger toying with your sensitive earlobe. “‘Cuz I love it when y’re all timid, can’t even look me in the face…Like now.”

You try to avert away from him, but his thumb brings your chin back to him. “Toji, please,” his name feels forbidden to say all of a sudden. 

“Tell me ‘no’.” His nose brushes the tip of yours, and you chew your lip. “I’ll stop right now and leave, let you deal with this y’reself…Or,” he ghosts to your ear, and you quiver. “I’ll stay with you and treat you to what y’ve been scared to ask fr’.”

“Toji, wait,” Fuck, you can’t remember the last time you had your ears so keen, his breath brushing it enough to compel you to meltdown.

“Say ‘no,’ princess.” You’re locked under his forest-green orbs, and you swear you could hear your heart hammering your chest. “Or I’ll treat you right tonight.”

Perplexed eyes can’t move anywhere else, and your lips are wet from licking them without knowing. Is this really happening…? An inquisition you had no time to answer for yourself once Toji closes the gap, centimeters nearer with every millisecond.

I…can’t…

His face draws near, and your eyes reflex to close. 

I don’t…want to…

Toji pulls you in for a gentle kiss; your thoughts radio silent after the contact of his scarred lips on yours. No shot. Your neighbor was kissing you right now — there’s no way!? This had to be a dream…! This is truly a wild night: not only are you tipsy to the noggin, but your neighborhood crush has found out your secret, and now you’re kissing that exact crush in your room?? Your muscles go tense at what is occurring. 

He peppers your lips with kisses, forced to catch up with him as he claims your lips, a palm snaking to the back of your head to keep you steady. He licks your bottom lip, chewing gently to prompt the softest gasps out of your mouth. “C’mon, baby,” he coos to your sensitive ears. “Relax wit’ me.” You nearly melt at the lick of your helix as his free hand courses from your chest to your waist. The brush of his fingers onto your tail makes you jolt. 

“Toji, wait,” you mutter under your breath as he nibbles on your pointy ear, your hands gripping the back of his black wife beater. “D-Don’t; I’m so sensi—Nmmm…!” Jesus, the moan you held back! Toji trails his mouth to your chin down to your neck to suck on your skin. And your lower half throbs harder. “Ahhh…hahhh…”

He returns his lips to yours; this time, his tongue runs on your teeth vigorously to seek entry. You submit after a chew to your bottom lip, whimpering as the older man inserts his wet muscle to greet yours. Surreal, isn’t it, to be tongued down by your neighbor? You don’t know whether it’s the alcohol, the twitches between your inner thighs, or the flick of his tongue and the sound of his purrs that have your face getting hotter. 

And fuuuuuuck, he’s such a good kisser — scratch that, he’s an AMAZING kisser! You’re practically turning into putty in the palm of his hands as he lips you, tilting his head to a proper position with a soft push to your face as he deepens the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, and you mewl, helplessly quivering when he teases the muscle with nibbles. Your waist has a mind of its own while it sways involuntarily, rocking as you sink into the zealous kiss. He’s not overpowering you in any way; if anything, he’s so overwhelmingly comforting, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, and soft noises of lips smacking and breaking apart bounce one after the other.

Then, you shrill unexpectedly. “…!! Mmahhh! T-Tojiii, d-don’t—don’t touch…Haahhh…”

“Oh? Well, lookie here.” Your ears perk at Toji’s chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, distracted by the intense kiss, your neighbor sneaks his hand under your skirt and touches your private zone shielded by your pantyhose, fingers pressing up on your vulva area. “All we did is kiss, and ya already got your panties wet?”

Embarrassed? Of course, it’s been so long since you were touched like this and out of practice. Now, your repressed emotions start to crumble out of their straightened form the more Toji’s middle finger rubs on your panties. And let’s not even mention your thighs motioning to ride on the digit, your dignity starting to disintegrate. “Ohhh, Toji…”

“Mmm? What is it, sweetie?” He nuzzles to your neck after licking and sucking on your chin. “Feelin’ good down there?” He curls his middle and forefinger to push. “Got ya all excited?” He receives a confirmed hum. “Tell me how y’re feelin’.”

You gulped thickly, your breathing shaking. “I-I’m feeling—shit…” he laughs lowly at your swearing. “Nnnm! You’re making me feel…so hot.”

“I can tell, you’re twitchin’ like crazy right on my fingertips.” His fingers move into a circular motion, and your mouth goes agape. “Fuck, man…Hey, hold on, I wanna do somethin’.”

Toji removes his fingers from under your skirt before you can tell, the heat between your legs going tepid as he withdraws from your figure to lay his back on the bed. But before that, he unzips and loosens his jeans to his butt. A noticeable tent of his boxer briefs has your lips locked to each other, and your eyes widen when he subtracts the material. Just when you thought this night couldn’t get any more crazier, you are awake to witness the display of Toji’s erection in real-time. 

How long has it been since you’ve seen a real-life, living, and breathing dick before your eyes? You honestly can’t recall that; the responsibilities of human life have made you grow numb to your demon necessities that it no longer feels innate. However, the sight of your crush’s solid, girthy, excited cock is marveling. How your mouth waters as you ogle at it is borderline humiliating, eyes glued to the uncut tip.

“Like what ya see?” He asks smugly, kicking his jeans and briefs off and slapping his thigh. “C’mere, mama.” Oh, fuck, the quirk of your insides was unavoidable at his comment, primarily as he guides you closer to him. “Let’s warm up.” You yelp as he effortlessly moves your legs to where you straddle him. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, and you can hear the tear from your pantyhose. His thumb comes to slide your panties to the side, and he whistles. “Damn, lookin’ all pretty and wet fr’ me.” 

It’s either the fact that Toj’s dick is inches in front of your face or your bare pussy out in the air in front of him; either one of the two has your mind going in a whirlwind. And it all comes to a standstill the moment you sense something wet and firm glide across your labia, and it takes everything in you not to tremble. “Mmm, oh, fuck,” he groans after licking your cunt, throwing in another lazy one to have you holler. “It’s been so long…Shit.”Toji’s hands curl from your legs to cup your asscheeks, keeping your butt near him to lap his tongue around your chasm. You whine as he licks you down, your teeth clattering at the sensation. 

Oh, my God, your head begins to ache. It feels so good, your body finally coming back to the groove of things as you move your butt around. The man under you quickly latches his mouth onto you, a firm grip on your ass to keep you in place for him to service you. Speaking of service, your eyes flick to the erect limb before you, your mouth salivating with the run of your tongue across your teeth. Fuck, it looks so good; you admire internally before inching your face close to the length, your head getting dizzier from the sheer size and musk. Damnit…I wanna taste him so bad…!!

“Go on, dollface,” Toji gives your butt a playful smack. “I know ya need this bad.” 

God, he’s so right — you need this; there’s no point in denying anymore. You blow on it before placing a tender kiss, noticing how it pulsates as your hand wrings around the shaft. You lick your lips before pecking at the uncircumcised tip, and Toji’s hold on you goes tighter. He’s sensitive, you note. Adorable. You stick your tongue out to swirl around the cockhead, bathing it with your saliva before you inhale it with a delighted hum, gradually warming up your loosened jaw.

Fuck, the taste of a cock — something that felt nostalgic the moment he graced your tastebuds. Your eyes water a bit, trembles rocking your figure as Toji sucks on your wetness, and every inch you intake fuels the haze that fogs your brain. You stroke and suck him simultaneously, a forgotten method that rekindles now in this moment. You coat him with your spit the more you relax your jaw, slurping him unapologetically as if a different part of yourself takes over. 

On the other hand, Toji feels the same way. It’s been way too long for the widowed man since the last time he has been intimate with someone, let alone have a bare ass right in front of him. It’s no secret that he’s had the hots for you once you moved here, but having you on top of him like this is like something out of his wet dreams. The way you murmur cutely as you suck his dick turns him on so bad, a guilty pleasure come true as he drinks your nectar off your damp naked folds. His tongue teases around the entrance of your vagina before pushing it in, fucking your opening with his wet muscle. You cry on his girth, your tail cringing in the air from the stimulation. He spots it and grabs it from the base; how your lower half jolts to the grasp is humorously darling to him. So cute.

The minutes go longer as you two keep pleasing each other, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when you release Toji from your lips, lips plastering long and sweet kisses on his shaft as you massage the tip. Your other hand palms and kneads his ballsack, the jerk of his thighs rewarding to see, so you increase the pace of your hand.

“—Thhh, nmm!” Toji curses from behind, sluggishly licking from clit to your slit while succumbing to your touch and mouth. “Shiiit, just like that, baby, suck me off like t—Mmngh! Christ, I’m gonna..fffuckin’ cum…”

But then, you remove yourself from Toji’s member, the cold air instantly blanketing him. Green eyes blink as you move off of his lying body, observing you bending over with your face to the cold sheets.

“Toji,” you plea to him desperately, hooded eyes shining eagerly. “Please, I need it…Here,” you spread your ass, fully exposing your slit wet from your fluids mixed with his saliva. Jesus, you were heathing as if you were in heat. “Do it here, I need it inside…!”

You had the man shook; the cogs in his mind stopped working briefly. The picture of you presenting yourself like this to him was unexpected, but goddamn, did it turn him on astronomically! Toji stands on his knees and advances to you, removing his tank top and discarding it to the floor. “Yeah? You want it that bad?” You nod impetuously. “Words, sweetie. Need you to tell me what to do.”

“Toji, pleeease…!” You wiggle your ass until he cusps it, kneading your flesh lovingly to the point that your tail curls around his forearm. “Please, put it in, I wanna feel it…!”

“Yeah, is that what my princess wants?” You and Toji bite your lips when he aligns his tip to your inner labia, teasing you with grinding motions. “Does my demon baby want Daddy to mess y’r insides that bad?”

Oh, we’re playing that card, too? Holy shit, you were getting so wet from this! “Yess, Daddy, pleasee! Mess me up with that dick, wanna be filled up right nooww…!”

He can’t hide the proud grin. “Good girl. Here,” Toji begins to push the cockhead to you, and your lips flatten at the wince of pain that accompanies the push. “Stay still, and lemme reward you,” his hips move slowly in your direction, you grip the sheets to prepare yourself, and your nerves are dialed to a plane of exhilaration you can’t regulate. Oh my God, is this happening? He’s gonna fuck me? So many thoughts cloud your mind, too excited and anxious for what’s to come because it’s been so. Damm. Long. How’s it gonna feel? Is your body ready enough? How does Toji feel about this; is he just as nervous as you a—

Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt halt at the sensation of Toji’s tip finally inserting itself into your vagina, too absentminded that your open mouth couldn’t say a word. Oh, fuck it’s in, it’s in! Your eyes widen, your muscles tense, and your voice struggles to cry. The older man continues to add himself leisurely, the length sundering your slit and stretching your opening as you take him inch by inch. Your back arches instinctively, wailing silently as you can feel the foreign limb intruding your tightness, quick quirks of your frame as he rubs your velvety texture. Ohhhh, my God…!!

When he slowly starts to rut into you, recurring waves of rapture hit your nerves every. Single. Time! You’re entire body is rocked to the core with every short yet gentle pound; the feeling of Toji’s veiny cock scrapping your channel has you shivering. And once he’s encouraged to push his entire member until the very hilt, you yelp aloud when the tip kisses your womb. “—Oooh??!”

“—Mmngh!” Your quick spasm surprises Toji. “Ohhh, shit, there it is. Hmm? Is this where ya want me, mama? Want me right…here?” He snaps his hips swiftly, the rushed movement and hit to your cervix knocks you winded. And another, you keep wringing his shaft acutely. “Ahhn, God fucking damn i—Iisshhffuck, fuck, I can’t, gonna…Hnghh!”

Toji’s body shudders above you, bucking into your warmth with a jittery pattern. The prolonged reaction of his orgasm claims him now, succumbing to the silky, tight texture and how well you’re grasping onto his girth. He comes inside you, moaning as he ejaculates earlier than expected. You sense it, humming to the immediate filling. So warm, so full of his cock already that your toes curl. 

And Jesus Christ, it felt so. Fucking, Good! You were no longer drunk from the alcohol; now, you were intoxicated by the prowess and pleasure of Toji’s dick. 

“Hah, haaaah, fuck,” he throws his head back with a hiss, his abdomen relaxing from the earlier flex. Then, your tail glides up from his abs, feeling up on his skin and roaming on his happy trail. He snickers at your feline-like comportment, “Heh, actin’ all cute now that you got what ya wanted, huh?” You say nothing, bashful to his words, while your tail curls up to his chin. “Don’t go quiet on me now, dollface; I heard you squeaking and moanin’ seconds ago.”

Toji then returns to rut into you despite recovering from his climax, furled to have you shrieking uncontrollably for him. The smacks of his pelvis recoil the flesh of your ass, his come stuffed inside you now glued to his erection as he rocks into you balls-deep. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s right, baby,” he grabs your tail and wraps it around his hand to pull; you scream louder, and your vaginal walls clamp tighter than ever. “Arch more fr’ me, enjoy me—nmm…!—fuckin’ you real good.”

The pull of your tail makes your senses hypersensitive, perturbed by the stress of it being pulled, yet the enjoyment you feel from it is too inexorable to comprehend. Coherent sentences double down to undecipherable babbles, “—Daahh, hoohhfuuc—D-Daddyyy, Daddyyy…!!” Tears well up in your eyes as he inflicts blows to your ass, the pain too quick to prepare for yet the sting enough to make you rigid. “—Too much, ish t’oo muuuch…!”

Another smack to your butt, and you howl once again. “Huh, ya say that, but y’re milkin’ my cock like crazy.” He bends down to remove your hands that try to hide your face and horns with the pillow. “What, ya don’t like this? Hmm? Want me to stop?” 

“No, nooo!!” You shook your head immediately; your vision blurred for a few seconds. “I loveee iit, I love this, love Daddy’s diick—Ahaaa!! More…I want moreee!” Fuck, this is bad; any more than this, and you’ll be addicted for sure.

“Good,” he whispers to your ears. Good Lord, you weren’t going to survive. “Because I ain’t done wit’ ya yet, princess.”

Before you can register his sentence fully, Toji straightens and lays on his side behind you, lifting your leg to create a suitable angle. He then plunges into you harder and faster, the different positions helping the sporadic cadence achieve deeper penetration while scraping your upper wall with ease. At this point, your body is too hot and sticky to care about anything else outside this room; your head pounding and too misty, your senses corrupted by the constant pokes to your cervix and the increasing haze that you don’t feel human anymore. Your succubus roots flourish, drool escapes your lips, and wanting nothing but this feeling to remain ceaseless.

“Gahh, ohhhDaddyyy, ahhahh,” eyes roll to your skull at the brush of your sweet spots. “Shhoo good, I fweel shoo gooood…! Harder, hardeeerr!” 

“—Khhck, goin’ as hard as I fuckin’ can!!” Toji kisses your cheek after a lick, chewing on it after hearing you mewl submissively. “Jesus, this pussy, out of this fuckin’—Nnngh…world.”

You turn to him and claim his lips, and he reciprocates into your steamy kiss. Vulgar tongues exchange spit and encroach on each other’s mouth, and you helplessly suck on Toji’s after he shoves it, your puffy lips intaking the attractive noises he makes. And you slither a hand down to your clitoris to swipe erratically while your tail goes around Toji’s waist and curves into the crevice of his ass. Suddenly, Toji stiffens at the pointy end of your tail, tickling his anus, and the raven-haired man gasps at the insertion. Too stunned to speak, he can only move his hips rapidly, his white-ringed shaft digging deep into you with the help of stimulating his prostate. 

“—Taahhh, y-you, lil’ minx…!” He breaks the kiss and bites your lip to hear you whimper. “Tryin’ ta make me cum again?”

You nod, breathing heavily. “Ohhh, Daddy, I’m so close…! Gonna come!”

“Me too, mama, me too…” 

Hot moans and groans fly out of each other’s mouths, bodies stuck to each other as you both chase for release. Everything feels so fast, so hot, happening all at once; all you can think about is the grinding presses you push up on your delicate clit. Fuck, fuck! It’s coming, it’s coming…!”

Then, it arrives. Your cunt, aching for the climax, receives the crescendo you’ve been aching for this entire time. The walls of your vulva contract around Toji’s member, milking and wringing him as you come loose to your grounding. A clear liquid exerts out of your urethra, showering out to stain your panties, torn pantyhose, and bedsheets, your breathing losing its steadiness and falling to a jagged tempo. The same goes for Toji, who falls into his peak along with you; your fluttering folds force him to submit and release his second load into you with a hiss. The older man’s heaving frame keeps bucking into you until every drop fills you to the brim, burrowing his face deep into your neck to rest as the shocks rock you both.

Finally, everything goes quiet. The cozy atmosphere pulls you out of your heightened elevation and lays you down with silent clarity. Both you and Toji, sweaty and sticky all over, are still linked to each other as the high dissipates. Shuddering figures begin to calm down and fall at ease with the tranquility.

Toji kisses your neck, and you croon until he comes to lay his lips on yours for a tender peck, then on your soft cheek and your temple. He then removes his flaccid bulge, white fluids oozing out of your hole. “Damn, that was good,” he mutters breathlessly. “Hmm, how ya feel—“

The onyx-haired man couldn’t finish his question because of the sudden change of positions you abruptly conducted. He now lays on his back with you straddling him; the calm tone switched to an unexpected spiking mood. 

You then hand grab his dick and arrange it back to your raised hips. Viridian orbs widen. Wait. The tip meets your labia once more before you descend it down. What the f—hold on— And then, his cock is swallowed back inside your wetness, and Toji grits his teeth.

 “Sh-Shit, sweetie,” Toji’s hands come to your waist. “What’s up, aren’t y—“

“Sorry, Toji,” the man surveys with confusion, watching you strip off and throw your shirt somewhere. Your naked chest is now out for him to see, and his breath hitches when you place your hands on his pectorals while a span of bat-like wings springs out from your back. “…That wasn’t enough.”

Wasn’t enough?? He repeats with furrowed brows, noticing the half-lidded, lustful expression and the sharp dents of your canines. Then, it hits him: 

“The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

…Oh, shit. “Wait, we can talk about—“ You get your answer once you bounce on his cock without notice, Toji nearly choking on his tongue. Nope, no room for prattling.

“You let out so much, made my mind go so crazy,” you grind your hips on his pelvis, squeezing his limp cock while it gets firmer and firmer. “Feel so good…More, I want moreee…”

“C-C’mon now, baby, can’t we take a break for a minute at least—“You bring your face an inch away from his.

“Daddy,” your neighbor shudders at the gentle kiss you place under his chin. “Please take care of me like you promised, ‘kay?”

Your gaze lured him in, a trap he was foolish enough to fall for. Because now, he’s stuck under your bow as you begin to inflict an inescapable rhythm, rebounding on his erection until the base meets your folds. Choked groans suppressed by Toji, but take his lips with yours, enforcing a loving yet salacious spell with your satisfied moans. Now, your crush realizes you weren’t the meek, adorable neighbor he dotes on. 

Tonight, he was yours to play like a fiddle…And shame on him for getting way more turned on than he should be!

Wow. Guess I’m dyin’ tonight.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I should be fuckin’ dead right now.

Toji knew something was up when his eyelids opened, and his emerald eyes scanned the ceiling, instantly recognizing that he wasn’t in his master bedroom. The rays of sunshine are blocked from the curtains, yet the light of day crawls in and basks the room in a low glow. Chirps of birds outside greet him on the basking of a new autumn day, lying comfortably in the cold, silky sheets of the bed.

He wakes to a bit of a headache, mentally and physically groggy. Attempts to move are already tricky and aches all over his body keep him grounded in the mattress. Ugh, feel like I’ve lost all feelin’ in my legs; the man can’t even lift one leg without a grimace. And even his arms are challenging, one so oddly heavy as if it’s nailed down. 

“Fuck, man.” His first words of the day are a curse, irritated by the drum of his head. He tries to lift himself; again, it’s not possible, agitating the man even more. And why the fuck is my arm so hea—

He doesn’t finish his sentence — the answer reveals itself once he turns his head to the left. 

He sees you, surprised to view you in your natural form still. Horns have grown a little larger, yet still small enough for you to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You were sound asleep, faint snores picked up by his ears as he examined your face at ease with a peaceful slumber. Nude, the both of you, a hand wrapped around his left arm to stick close to you while the other is stationed at his chest, your bat wings shriveled together to not get damaged. And judging by the snake-ish feeling, your tail was curled around his bare thigh. 

Strangely innocent to see after the events of last night flash into Toji’s recollection, funny to match such a lewd scenario to such a sweet face. He stifles a laugh, placing his right hand on the vulnerable one on him, his thumb caressing your knuckles as he grasps your fingers. Suddenly, some of the soreness he harbors feels light — glad I ain’t dead, I guess.

Your eyes jit behind your eyelids, a soft groan as you suddenly move and scrunch your face. Finally, your drowsy eyes sheepishly flicker open. Lidded gaze fighting the spell of sleep with every bat of your eyes.

“Mornin’, gorgeous.” Toji greets you.

“…”

“…”

In real-time, Toji watches your somnolent morph into a gradual display of mortification. He’s a little envious to see you spring up with no strain on your body, wings batting out of their relaxed state, and your hand still with his. “T-Toji??” You question directly, eyes surveying the nude neighbor in your bed, doing everything in your power to ignore the fact that you’re naked as well. Speaking of, you notice the subtle pink glow of your womb tattoo, and anxiety spikes to a high. “I–uhh–I’m so so sorry for last night! Sorry you had to bring me back home, and I didn’t mean to act weirdly on you with—Ooof?!”

“Relax,” he cuts you off by pulling you back to his lying frame, his left hand now free to snake on your shoulder. “Don’t talk so fast; my head’s poundin’ like crazy.”

You blink aimlessly, awkward now that you’re fully aware you’re in this man’s embrace. You can’t help recalling what transpired last night, suddenly feeling squeamish. “…You okay?”

“I feel like my life’s been drained by my dick,” he answers bluntly, adding more weight to your embarrassment. “Wakin’ up to a pretty face who nearly killed me with their pussy isn’t somethin’ I’d expect.” 

“……sorry.”

“It’s alright,” calloused fingers glide and intertwine with his yours, stroking your thumb with his. “Had a good time either way. Wild, but good.”

“Really…?” 

“Really.” You probably shouldn’t have peered up to see him look your direction. Albeit exhausted, his handsome face and sleepy grin ignite the heat on your cheeks. And your stomach flips, hearing a laugh when you meekly avert your gaze away. “How many times did we do it?”

“…Not sure,” long enough for my womb tattoo to be blatant. 

“Me either. Does that happen often?”

“Sometimes? I guess it’s because I haven’t done it for a long time, so I went…off the rails because of the intensity.”

“Noted, because I never felt so old until now. I probably pulled somethin’.”

“….Sorry.”

“Y’re good,” Toji scoffs before moving to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and your heart skips the tighter his hand holds your hand. “Tell ya what, I can help you with that cycle of yours, probably…twice a month, so it doesn’t get too crazy like last night. And don’t use y’re powers or some shit to make me forget, either. I don’t wan’ that.”

You lift your face from his shoulder, the heat spreading to your ears. “You don’t have to do that, Toji, I wouldn’t—“

“Nah, I’m down; it’s what neighbors for. Besides, it finally gives me a reason to make ya interact with me more.” Again, his smug smirk causes knots in your stomach. “Like the sound of that, mama? Let Daddy take care of you?”

Your lips quiver, and you hide your face back onto his shoulder. The rumble of his laughter worsens the butterflies in your stomach, and your tail squeezes on his thigh. “Don’t say it like that, Toji!”

“Y’r tail seems to like it.”

“Stop it!”

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by tamayura banko + dividers by @cafekitsune.

[ittybittyfanblog]

Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) – Pt. 2

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a–less–oblivious player. That’s it, that’s the plot. A/N: Ok, I’ve decided to make this by series, so this one’s just going to be purely Sylus. I hope nobody minds the specific names/places/etc. I wanted to create a personality for the “player” and add a bit of backstory work (loosely based on yours truly lol) for the sake of storytelling, but there won't be any distinct description of the player’s physical appearance <3 Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, suggestive language, bouts of delusion

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6 - Pt. 7 - Pt. 8 - Pt. 9 - Pt. 10 - Epilogue

Riiiiing– RiiiNGGGGG––

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“Huh… whazat—?” 

A shrill—earsplitting, headache-inducing, completely fucking loud—noise wakes you up rather rudely from your peaceful slumber at… Jesus Christ, what time is it? 

You blink your bleary eyes open, once… twice—fuck, all you know that it’s too goddamn early for all this ruckus. Groaning, you clumsily try to find the source of the unexpected wake-up call. Quite literally in this case. 

Your hand bumps the vibrating phone straight off the edge of the mattress—along with the charger cord still attached to it—and you cuss up a storm when you hear it clatter on the hardwood floor.

The ringing finally stops, and you’re perfectly content to leave it there and fall back to sleep when, not even ten seconds later, the blasted thing rings back to life, taunting you awake. 

Angrily, you wrestle against the threadbare blanket wrapped around your body like a warm cocoon, pushing yourself out of bed with all the rage of a sleep-deprived insomniac who’s been up til the buttcrack of dawn to grab your—huh, relatively intact—phone off the ground, while the charger cable swings haphazardly from the weight of the power brick on its tail end.  

Without checking the caller, you swipe right to answer. “What?” 

“Don’t use that tone on me, young lady,” Your mother grouses on the other end of the line. “It’s almost noon! Did you just wake up?” 

Barely five hours of sleep. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you shut your eyes and sigh. “No, mom. Sorry, just had a late night,” you clear your throat in an attempt to sound more composed. “What’s up?” 

“Oh, dear. Is it because of work again?” Something akin to sympathy replaces the sternness in her voice, and you dread the all-too-familiar spiel that comes next. “You know, honey, there’s a job opening for a– what was it again? I have to double check, but it’s where your Auntie Helen works. You know your Auntie Helen—” 

“Mom,” you interrupt, before she could go off on a tangent. “Work is fine, don’t worry. Why d’you call?” 

“Should I need a reason to call my daughter who's living by her lonesome, a country away from—” 

“Mom!” 

“Oh, alright,” she finally relents, sounding slightly exasperated. “Were you able to book me and Jodie the roundtrip flight to Orlando? Your cousin’s wedding is barely a month away and I want all the documents ready by now, sweetie.” 

Shit. “Ah— yeah. I’ll email you the flight itinerary in a bit, I’m just–” you catch sight of your protruding hamper, innocuous but an eyesore nonetheless, right by the doorway of your humble studio unit. “I mean, I just left the condo. To do errands and stuff. I’ll send the details to you when I get back home, okay?” 

“Okay, honey,” she sighs. “You stay safe outside now. Don’t talk to strangers.” 

“I am a perfectly responsible adult—” The call disconnects. “Hello? Great.” 

You rub away the remnants of sleep from your eyes, fully aware that your day’s already started, despite your reluctance. Might as well get a head start on today’s agenda.

First thing’s first– brunch. Oh, it’s almost one. Lunch, then. I could maybe grab a hotdog from the corner store before heading to Landers. Oh wait, laundry. Gotta pass by the laundromat downstairs, too. Ugh, c’mon, chop-chop. 

Just as you’re about to stand up from your supine position on the floor, another ping! pulls your attention back to your phone. “Mom, I swear–” 

Ah, you’re finally awake. You’ve had a very long night, kitten. Take it easy for the day – make sure to get enough rest between errands.

I’ll know if you don’t.  

Your heart skips a beat.

Oh! Um. That’s… new. 

… Apparently another one on the growing list of “new features” from the latest update. It doesn't sound like an invitation for you to open the game, strangely enough. It's not a call to action to claim your daily stamina, nor a prompt for you to check your Galaxy Explorer rewards. 

It’s nothing more than a greeting, really. Just one that’s particularly targeted at you, with unnerving accuracy.

You recall the weird (?) events from last night, and the now-erratic beating of your heart suddenly picks up a notch. From the unexpected dialogues to the outrageous amount of dias you’ve somehow ended up with—something you still think is some kind of glitch in the system—you can’t shake the feeling that you’re living out the plot of a Black Mirror episode, as fucking dumb as it sounds. 

Not to mention during Quality Time, Sylus_v2.0 (as you so lovingly dub this version of him in your mind) had been acting more aware of you.

And you’re not talking about the pre-programmed glances that you usually get. No– it’s like he actually hears you. 

He doesn’t say anything. But whenever you make a comment, or utter something under your breath, he reacts with a huff or a hum—depending on the context. If it’s a slew of expletives aimed at your boss, the reaction you’re met with is one of amusement. A snort; sometimes a quiet laugh, if you’re lucky. When you say something self-deprecating, however, it elicits the heavier sighs, the sharp clicks of the tongue. 

At one point, you heard him make a low sound of dissent, something close to a... growl, almost, after making a casual joke about being just another cog in the machine and how offing yourself wouldn’t really matter in the grand scheme of late capitalism. As you oft do. 

Your eyes met, and for a split second, it felt like you weren’t looking at just pixels. His gaze weighed heavy on you—almost accusatory. 

It made you feel… naked, somehow. Perceived. 

You recall how quickly you averted your eyes from his, face flushing hotly from a feeling you couldn’t put into words. 

Bone-tired from last night’s (morning) overtime, you didn’t have the time to look up the news on this recent version update—although you really don’t remember any notifications in-game—so you quickly Google, “sylus acting sentient in rcent update loveamd Deepspace???” on your phone browser.

You scroll down for a bit, but none of the search results yield any relevancy, nor are they in any way similar to your current… predicament. 

(Okay, so calling it a predicament is a little unfair. You’re not exactly complaining about anything per se. No complaints from you. At all.)

Deciding that you’d do a deeper dive on Twitter (X) at a later time instead—probably tonight when you do your daily login—you briefly press the side button to lock your phone… not without a final peek at the banner notification from Sylus. 

You press your lips together in an effort to hold back the stupid giggle bubbling up your throat. 

Unfortunately, all the self-control in the world can’t help you and your need to have the last word—from what even—so you ask aloud, to no one except the person you've deluded yourself into thinking is a valid recipient of your one-sided conversation: 

“... Yeah? And what if I don’t?” 

You’re not really waiting for a response (or were you?), but the nervous flutter in your stomach betrays the impatience you're trying to mask with casual indifference. It’s small, unassuming—but there. 

Impatient for what, exactly, you’re not sure. But maybe, just maybe—

Feeling a bit braver now, are we? How bold. Care to say that to my face, sweetheart?

Oh. 

Oh.

An inhuman noise escapes your throat, embarrassingly loud, almost a keen, and you fumble with the device in your hand; the new banner notification still in full view—taunting you. 

You don’t know what to think, you don’t know how to feel. You–

Spring up, like an agitated jack-in-a-box, and the sudden rush of blood in your head leaves you dizzy. You’re a molotov cocktail of emotions; one more bombshell surprise and you might just blow. 

“I’m– later, okay? Uh,” Whew, girl, keep it together. “I need–I need to go.” You almost stumble as you speed walk towards the bathroom.

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If you hadn't switched your phone to silent, hadn't made the conscious effort to ignore any incoming messages, notifications, and whatever else, in a rush to get dressed and go about your day as if it's just like any other weekend—nope, nothing unusual here—you would’ve seen one last cheeky reply:

Of course, sweetie. You take care now. 

Don’t talk to strangers. X

Endnote: This one's pretty short, but I’m world-building, trust. 

Thanks for reading! 

[mangooes]

The Cat-tastrophe

part 2 here!

Sylus had seen many things in his life—wars, betrayals, the rise and fall of entire empires. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for the sight before him now.

A small, fluffy furred cat with strikingly familiar light eyes sat in the middle of their bed, staring up at him with an unmistakable expression of pure irritation.

“…(Name), sweetie?” Sylus finally managed, blinking in disbelief.

The cat huffed.

Oh, this was definitely his wife.

He slowly crouched down, observing the feline who—just a moment ago—had been his beautiful, sassy, human wife. The same wife who, not even an hour ago, had pushed him out of the way and taken the hit from a poisoned blade meant for him.

And now… she was this.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

(Name), in her tiny cat form, flicked her fluffy tail aggressively, ears flattened.

“I take that as a ‘no, I am very much not kidding you, husband’?” Sylus smirked, reaching out to poke her tiny forehead.

She bit him.

“Ouch, you wound me sweetheart.” Sylus snatched his hand back, shaking it in mild offense. “Sweetie, you just turned into a cat and you’re biting me?”

The furball huffed again, then turned her back to him dramatically, sitting primly as if saying: This is your fault, deal with it.

Sylus exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. "You just had to jump in front of me, didn't you?" He muttered, staring at her tiny, fluffy form. "And now I'm married to a cat."

(Name)—the cat—turned her head to squint at him.

Sylus dramatically placed a hand over his heart. "Oh, my beloved wife, what have they done to you?"

She swiped at his hand with her tiny claws.

He dodged, grinning. "Alright, alright, kitten, don’t get your tail in a twist." He picked her up effortlessly, despite her very vocal protests of angry meows. Holding her up to eye level, he inspected her closely. “You know, this is actually adorable. Maybe I should keep you like this forever.”

She smacked him in the face with her tail.

Sylus laughed. “Ohh, don’t look at me like that, sweetie. You’re so soft and tiny, how am I supposed to take you seriously?” He rubbed his cheek against her fur, nuzzling, smirking.

“I could just carry you everywhere~”

(Name) violently wiggled in his grip, clearly screaming in cat language.

“Fine, fine,” Sylus chuckled, setting her down gently onto his lap. He stroked her ears, watching as they twitched in irritation. “We’ll fix this, alright? I’ll get Luke and Kieran to find a cure. Until then…” His smirk widened.

“I guess I get to have a lap cat now.”

She flopped onto his lap in defeat, letting out the most dramatic sigh a cat could possibly make.

This was going to be a long night.

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Sylus thought he had everything under control.

Key word: thought.

He had (Name)—his fluffy little cat wife—perched comfortably in his lap, purring only when bribed with chin scratches. He had locked all possible escape routes, because well he knew she would eventually try to sneak off without his notice. What a naughty kitten.

He had stationed Luke and Kieran outside, warning them that if they so much as let a furred cat slip past them, they'd be scrubbing bloodstains out of his office floors for the next month.

But this was well, (Name).

The same woman who once escaped from an enemy’s clutches while wearing stilettos.

The same woman who broke into his office once—just to steal his favorite snack out of pure spite.

The same woman who, even in cat form, had zero intention of staying put.

Escape Attempt #1: The Window Leap Sylus had been answering a call when he heard it—the distinct sound of tiny claws scratching against the window panel.

He turned around just in time to see a blur of fur launching itself at the glass.

With inhuman reflexes, he caught her mid-air, holding her up by the scruff as she dangled, wiggling furiously.

“Sweetie,” Sylus said slowly, narrowing his crimson eyes.

The cat blinked at him innocently. Who, me?

Sylus sighed. "You're so lucky you're cute."

Escape Attempt #2: The ‘Poor Helpless Kitten’ Act

She sprawled out limp, sighing the deepest sigh imaginable, rolling onto her back with her paws curled up.

A pitiful, mournful meow escaped her.

Luke, who had been standing guard, looked genuinely concerned. “Boss, maybe she’s hungry? Or sick?”

Sylus raised a brow.

Kieran chimed in. “Yeah, she looks like she’s in pain—”

While the others had their guard down, then she bolted.

One second, she was a poor helpless kitten, and the next, she had slipped through Kieran’s legs and dashed under the nearest cabinet.

“…She played us,” Kieran deadpanned.

Luke gasped. “Missus… I trusted you.”

(Name)’s tail twitched mischievously from under the cabinet.

Sylus groaned, rubbing his temples, he loved how sassy his wife is, but now? Hes tempted to lock her in his arms forever.

Escape Attempt #3: Acctually successing this time. After multiple failed escape missions, (Name) had disappeared.

Like, completely vanished.

Luke and Kieran had no idea where she went. Sylus had torn apart the room twice.

It wasn’t until he checked mephisto's cctv recordings that he knew exactly what had happened.

(Name) had escaped through an air vent, successfully made it out to the courtyard, and—

—was last seen dashing away from the backyard.

Sylus sighed, and a low chuckle errupts from him.

“Looks like i need to fetch my missing kitten,” he called out, loud and sharp enough for the twins to hear the lethal tone of his wording.

The twins gulped, able to sense their boss's rising frustration.

The said man walks pass the twins, his jacket on his arms as he fetch his expensive sport bike key.

Before glancing behind, crimson eyes locked, expression stern.

There was a long silence.

A command that must be fullfiled.

"I want her found, now."

There will be a part 2 btw!! And it involves xavier and his version of reader!! So everyone gets to be with a wife too LMAOO. Anyways I have finally FINISHEDD MY EXAMM AKJSD which means more writting for Sylus <3

[downbad4sylus]

“This mark is different”

(part 3 to “I killed you”)

synopsis: You and Sylus return to the base from the field of flowers where he shows you his horns.

content: NSFW; 18+ MDNI; smut with some plot; sylus x afab!reader; reader is MC; use of Y/N; soft!sylus; virgin!sylus (i am of the opinion that sylus wouldn’t so much as breathe near another woman who isn’t MC); virgin!reader; kissing; oral (fem receiving); p in v; soft sex; slightly rough sex; no protection (wrap it up kids); multiple orgasms; idk if this counts as monster fucking but sylus has horns and a tail; mostly proofread

word count: ~3.5k

tags: @travelerth; @midiplier; @satansdaughter123; @bookfreakk

a/n: massive thank you once again to everyone who’s read, liked, and reblogged parts 1 and 2, i genuinely can’t express how happy it makes me that so many of you have enjoyed these little stories :’) anywaayyy, in honor of the new banner and all the new spicy content (bless our game developer overlords) here is part 3 where things between you and Sylus get a little spiicccyyyy

Okay, so when Sylus asked if you wanted to go back to the base and see his horns, you might have taken him a little too literally.

What you thought was him innocently taking you to his bedroom—warning the twins on your way that he still didn’t want to be bothered—turned out to be far from that.

Which was how you found yourself currently pinned beneath him on his bed, tongues tangling and lungs screaming for air, no horns in sight. Or tail. Or wings.

You lightly pounded a fist against his chest. “Sylus…I need…to breathe…”

Sylus was loath to part from you, but did so regardless, taking the opportunity to marvel at the sight of you before him. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, chest heaving. You were beautiful, perfect, and his.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, making sure he had your consent before he continued.

You bit your lip, and he nearly lost control then and there. How many times did he have to tell you to stop doing that?

“How far are we going?” you asked softly.

“As far as you want, sweetie,” Sylus assured. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

“I, um, haven’t really done anything before,” you confessed, turning your face away so you didn’t have to look at him.

Sure, you had a few boyfriends throughout the years but you’d never had more than a heated makeout session, it was usually the reason why those relationships ended. You weren’t a prude or anything, you were just saving yourself for when someone really special came along. Or maybe you’d unknowingly been waiting for Sylus to come along.

Sylus pinched your chin and forced your eyes back to his. “Me neither.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. “Really?”

He nodded. “I’d never give myself to anyone but you.” He released your chin in favor of dragging a finger down your neck before wrapping his hand around it, careful not to choke you. “I do, however, have a very good memory.”

Your heart thundered in your chest. You wanted him. You needed him. And most importantly, you trusted him.

“Okay,” you breathed.

“Okay what, sweetie? I need you to tell me exactly what you want,” Sylus said, his thumb rubbing soothingly along the length of your neck.

“I want you, Sylus, all of you,” you said. “I want you to make me feel good.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’ll do so much better than that.”

He released your neck, trailing his large hand over your chest and down your stomach until his fingers teased the hem of your shirt.

“May I?” he asked.

You nodded. “But I get to take off yours next.”

Sylus chuckled. “Are you trying to make a deal with me right now?”

You nodded again, smiling. “For every one thing you strip off of me, I get to strip something off of you.”

His ruby-red eyes sparkled. “And those are your terms?”

“Those are my terms.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

You eagerly sat up and held your arms above your head. Sylus huffed, clearly amused by your enthusiasm, and gripped the bottom of your shirt in both his hands. In one smooth motion, he removed it, tossing it aside as his gaze roved hungrily over your now-bare skin.

When you reached for his shirt, intent on running your hands all over his delicious abs, you suddenly found yourself back against the mattress, wrists pinned to the pillows.

You blinked to find Sylus hovering above you sporting a positively wicked smile.

“Sylus! What are you doing?” you exclaimed, fighting to free your wrists.

He cocked his head. “You never said when you got to rid me of my clothes,” he drawled in that infuriatingly smug tone of his. “You need to be more specific when setting your terms, sweetie.”

Your mouth popped open. This was what you got for trying to make a deal with the King of Deals himself.

“Now, let’s get rid of this next,” he mused, trailing his fingertips along the underwire of your bra.

“How are you—“

Black-red mist enveloped your bra, tickling the skin underneath. It took only a moment for Sylus’s Evol to make quick work of it, the undergarment reduced to black and red specks of dust, leaving your upper half fully exposed.

Sylus’s pupils dilated as his hand gently cupped your breast, and you whimpered when his thumb brushed over your nipple.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “And all mine.”

He was barely touching you yet your core had already gone molten and was beginning to throb with need. You needed more of him, his hands, his lips, his tongue, his co—

A jolt of pleasure shot straight to your core, tearing a loud moan from your lips as Sylus closed his own over your neglected nipple. He continued, tongue laving and teeth biting until he switched to your other breast, giving it an equal amount of attention.

You were panting by the time he lifted his head with a quiet smack of his lips.

But Sylus was far from finished.

He kissed his way up to your neck, where he licked and sucked at your sensitive skin. You wanted to touch him, thread your fingers through his hair but he still had your wrists pinned firmly above your head with seemingly no intention of releasing them.

You cried out, your back arching as Sylus sunk his teeth into your neck.

“This mark is different,” he breathed, lapping his tongue over it to soothe the sting. “This time, I want to count how many times I can make you come before it fades.”

“Fuck Sy,” you groaned.

He trailed down again until he reached the waistband of your pants. He looked at you, one brow raised, silently asking for your consent. You nodded, straining against his hold on your wrists, desperate to bury your hands in his hair.

You nearly cried with relief when he finally removed his hand, only to have your wrists bound by his Evol instead.

“Sylus,” you whined.

He chuckled. “Be a good girl and let me have my fun first,” he said. “You’re the one who asked me to make you feel good.”

“Then stop teasing me already!”

“Mmm, very well.”

Sylus yanked off your pants, leaving you in just your underwear, which were soaked through by this point. He made quick work taking them off as well, groaning at the sight of you finally naked before him.

“So, so beautiful,” he murmured reverently as he reached out, brushing his thumb over your clit. Your hips bucked at the contact, and it was all the reaction Sylus needed before descending on you like a man starved.

Spreading your legs wide, Sylus licked your slick entrance, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Your back bowed off the bed, crying out in pleasure as he focused his efforts on your throbbing clit. He slung an arm across your waist and pushed you back down, keeping you locked in place, unable to escape the pleasure he was so eager to give you.

His unoccupied hand ghosted along your inner thigh, growing closer and closer to where his mouth was, until he reached your entrance and slipped a finger inside.

You moaned. “Please Sy,” you begged him. “Please let me touch you.”

Without parting from your core, Sylus’s Evol dissipated from your wrists, freeing you at last. Your hands immediately went to his head, burying your fingers in his hair.

Release tingled down your spine, the tension poised to snap. When Sylus added a second finger he nearly undid you then and there.

You grip his hair harder, moving your hips as much as his iron grip would allow, riding his face.

“Sylus,” you panted. “Sylus I’m gonna—ah.”

“Go ahead, sweetie,” Sylus said gruffly. “Come for me.”

And you did, the tension exploding as you came all over his mouth and fingers. He continued to lick and suck, his fingers pumping in and out while you rode out your high, stopping only when your body went limp beneath him.

“That’s one,” Sylus said proudly, straightening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

You stared at the slick covering his fingers, transfixed by the way it shined in the light. Sylus noticed.

“Want a taste for yourself?” he asked.

Heat flooded your cheeks but when your eyes met his, you nodded.

“Open,” he commanded. You obeyed and Sylus slid his fingers inside your mouth. When you closed your lips around them he said, “Now suck.”

You couldn’t feel any embarrassment you were so turned on, tasting yourself as you licked and sucked Sylus’s fingers clean.

“Good girl,” Sylus purred as his withdrew his fingers. “Would you like to uphold your end of our deal now?”

You pounced on him, almost knocking you both off the bed. You tore at Sylus’s shirt, bunching it up over his torso before ripping it off his head. Without stopping to admire his physique, you rose on your knees, positioned on either side of his legs, and unbuckled his belt. The bulge in his pants made your mouth water and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your hands around his cock and wring as much pleasure out from him as he did you.

“Lift your hips,” you told Sylus.

He raised them, his chest heaving with anticipation as he watched you. You hurriedly popped the button and pulled the zipper down, then with all your might, grabbed the waistband of his pants and underwear and yanked.

Sylus’s hard cock slapped against his abdomen and you nearly abandoned undressing him at the sight of it. He was long and thick, precum leaking from his slit and onto his stomach. You wanted to touch it, taste it, feel it inside of you.

“Don’t stop now, kitten,” Sylus encouraged, his voice breathless. “You can’t leave my pants like this.”

You blinked, realizing you’d be staring at his cock, hands still gripped tight on his pants, which were only halfway down his thighs. You mumbled an apology and managed to finish stripping him, tossing his clothes aside onto the floor somewhere.

Sylus groaned as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock. “Kitten,” he panted. You dragged your hand up his length, gathering the precum at the tip before running it back down. “Hah—ah, that feels so good.”

But Sylus grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

You pouted. “I want to make you feel good too.”

He smirked. “You can do that some other time, right now, I need to be inside you.”

Sylus sat up, putting you at eye level.

Your breath caught. He was so beautiful, with his sharp, chiseled features, but what really took your breath away was the look in his eyes. He looked at you like you held his entire world in your hands. Like you were the only light shining in a life otherwise shrouded in darkness. You loved this man, and it was so heart achingly clear he loved you too.

Sylus cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “You’re sure you want to do this?”

“I’ve never been so sure about anything before,” you answered him with a smile. “I love you, Sylus.”

He smiled too, a real smile, not anything like his smug ones. “I love you too, Y/N.”

He kissed you, lips pressing softly on yours. It was slow and unhurried, like you had all the time in the world to just enjoy each other. Even when your tongues met, you didn’t rush, Sylus gently pushing you down onto the mattress.

He drew back when his cock teased your entrance. “I’m going to go slow, okay? If it hurts or you need me to stop, just let me know.”

Your hands flew up to his face. “Sylus wait.”

He didn’t move a muscle.

“You said I could see your horns.”

Sylus faltered. “Sweetie, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

You shook your head. “No, I want to see them, Sy, and your wings and tail. I said I wanted all of you and I meant all of you.”

Sylus’s heart thundered in his chest, unsure whether to give in to your demands. He was sure if he protested further, he’d be able to convince you to drop it for now. In truth, though, he was nervous. Yes you had remembered your past together but you’d never seen him in his dragon form in this life. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you. He’d never recover if you saw him as the monster he truly was, you were the only one who loved him despite that very fact.

“Sylus.”

Hearing his own name tore him from his thoughts, his gaze fixing on your face.

“I love you now just as much as I did then, dragon and all,” you said firmly. “Please, I want you to be able to be yourself with me.”

Sylus hung his head and sighed, resigning to your demands. “Fine, but no wings, they’re too big for the bed.”

“Okay, I can live with that.”

Sylus huffed and brought his lips back to yours. As you kissed, black-red mist swirled at the top of Sylus’s head and at the base of his spine, revealing his scaled, black horns and tail.

He held his breath as he parted from you, bracing himself for your reaction. But when you opened your eyes, they were not filled with fear. They were filled with awe.

You lifted a hand and brushed the bottom of one of Sylus’s horns. He shivered at your touch, his tail swishing back and forth behind him.

“Are they sensitive?” you asked, ghosting your fingers up the length.

“Yes,” Sylus breathed.

You hummed thoughtfully as you angled your head, peering at his tail, then looking back at him. “You really are beautiful, Sy.”

He swallowed against the lump in his throat, moved far more than he could ever express with words that you found him beautiful, even like this.

“May I continue now?” he asked, deflecting with his usual arrogance.

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please.”

Sylus almost lost his self control at the relief that flooded through him. His cock was throbbing so hard it was painful, and the only way he could soothe it was to be buried deep inside your cunt.

Tail thrashing wildly, Sylus repositioned the head of his cock at your entrance, somehow even more soaked now than before. Coating himself first, he then began pushing past your folds.

You inhaled sharply at the burn as your walls stretched to accommodate his size.

“Relax, my love,” Sylus soothed, one hand trailing down toward your core. He gently circled your clit, encouraging your body to relax.

You whimpered, clenching around the head of his cock, desperate for him to fill you more despite the pain.

Taking his time, Sylus rocked his hips slowly, easing into you inch by inch all while rubbing your clit to keep you loose. By the time he bottomed out, the pain you’d felt had been long replaced by the pure pleasure of being filled with his cock.

Sylus trembled with the restraint it took to not start pounding into you, wanting your first time to be more loving and tender. There was plenty of time to take you hard and rough.

“I’m going to move now, okay?” he warned, breathing heavily.

“Yes, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He groaned and rocked his hips until just his tip was left inside you, before sliding back in. You both moaned as Sylus began thrusting in earnest, his pace slow and steady.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” Sylus panted. “Just like I remember.”

You were unable to respond, too consumed by the way he moved inside you, his cock hitting you in all the right places.

As though it had a mind of its own, Sylus’s tail snaked around one of your legs, keeping it locked to his waist.

Tension building already, your nails dug into Sylus’s back as each thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge. Sylus could fell your walls fluttering around his cock, and while he wanted nothing more than to lose himself right along with you, he was determined to rip as many orgasms out of you as he could.

He picked up the pace slightly and you responded in kind, tightening your grip on him as you cried out.

“Sylus, oh fuck, don’t stop, please please please don’t stop.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He captured your lips in an impassioned kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth as you moaned. One hand cupped a breast, his fingers teasing your nipple before moving on the other.

His touch, his kiss, his cock, it was all too much.

Your back arched as you came, waves of pleasure washing over your body again and again with seemingly no end. Sylus kept moving through it, pausing when you finally slumped into the bed.

“That’s two, but we’re not finished yet, kitten,” Sylus growled.

You hardly registered his words before he was flipping you onto your stomach, a shocked oof breezing past your parted lips. He dragged your hips up so your ass was in the air, sliding his cock back into your cunt with ease. His tail slid along your ribs, then across your breasts, the hard scales rubbing on your sensitive nipples, and it pulled you flush to Sylus’s chest. On instinct, you reached back and grabbed onto both of his horns. The groan he let out was purely animalistic.

“You better hold on tight,” he whispered in your ear, the only warning you got before his cock started slamming into you.

You moaned at the delicious new angle, your body already working toward another orgasm. Admittedly, you’d been a bit nervous that Sylus was relying solely on memory from another lifetime in order to please you, and truly you would’ve been happy with whatever he’d be able to give you. But this? This was not at all what you expected.

“I won’t last much longer, kitten,” Sylus warned, his thrusts growing sloppy, “and I fully intend on bringing you with me.”

His hand slid down your abdomen, two fingers finding your clit and rubbing in quick, tight circles.

Your cunt clenched hard around his cock as you pulled on his horns, your mouth popping open in a silent cry. Sylus groaned, doubling his efforts both with his cock and his fingers.

“Sylus!” you yelled, body tensing. “Sylus, oh please.”

“Give me one more, Y/N,” he muttered. “Be a good girl and give me one more.”

Your climax slammed into you, your vision going white as the pleasure rocked your body harder than the last two. It drove Sylus straight off the cliff edge, chasing his high right alongside you, filling your cunt to the brim.

When you were both spent, Sylus collapsed on top of you, but you were too fucked out of your mind to care about his weight crushing you.

He didn’t linger on you too long though, rolling over onto his side, taking you with him as his tail was still wound around your breasts. He peppered kisses on your neck and shoulder, making you smile.

You twisted in his hold to face him, placing a chaste kiss of your own right on his lips. “I love you, Sy,” you murmured.

“I love you too, sweetie,” he replied quietly.

“Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?” you asked, the picture of innocence.

Sylus scoffed. “I was under the impression I was much more than just your boyfriend.”

“You are, but I can’t introduce you to people as my soul-bound lover,” you protested. “We need a socially acceptable label, Sy.”

“You want to introduce me to all your little Hunter friends?”

“Yeah, as my small-business-owner-slash-fruit-stall-vendor boyfriend, Skye!”

He gave you an incredulous look, as if he couldn’t believe you were having this conversation right now. But, he’d never deny you anything. “Fine, I’ll be your boyfriend as long as you get to be my girlfriend.”

“You have to ask me first.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You have to ask me to be your girlfriend first.”

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Y/N, my love, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

You grinned and smacked your lips against his. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Little did you know that Sylus had much bigger plans in mind than you being just his girlfriend. Fiancé was good, but wife was even better. You know, for the sake of socially acceptable labels, of course.

[nkogneatho]

"BETTER WRAP THAT PRESENT UP BEFORE YOU GIVE IT TO ME"

—gojo satoru x reader.

—#TAPE NO 1 OF 'Tis the Season to be Naughty

—cw: fem!reader, cunnigulus, nicknames, reader in lingerie

Throughout your dating life, you have never met a man who was interested in fucking you for your benefit. All they cared about is a quick fuck as long as they cum. Nothing for your pleasure. That changed when you met Satoru. He fucked you for you. To make you see the stars. To make you cum till you couldn't anymore. It's only fair that you returned him the gesture once in a while.

Christmas was Satoru's favorite because he loved spoiling you with gifts, watching your eyes light up and your fingers carefully unwrapped the gift, squealing and kissing him for them. He also loved the way you would beautifully decorate his gifts—he almost never wanted to open them, tearing away your efforts but you insisted—write him little cards with cute hearts drawn on each. But this year, you hid one gift from him.

"Sweetie pie, I am home." He announced, walking through the door. The higher ups tied him up with work even on Christmas eve, yet being the strongest he was, he completed it before time to spend time with his baby.

"Honey?" You didn't reply. The room lights were off, only the fairy lights on the christmas tree illuminating the sexy silhouette of you leaning against the bedroom doorframe.

"Welcome home. Santa left you a package."

"Wha—Holy shit." He walked closer, the soft glow of the lamp light bouncing off your skin and what he thinks is the most provocative lingerie. Red lace hugging your curves in all places oh so beautifully, he was jealous of them.

"Well, well, well...Looks like someone's been busy while I was out, huh?" He gulped. Taking in the sight of your  figure barely contained by the lacy red ensemble.

"Santa left one his naughty helpers for me?"

"Mhm" you nod, looking at him with a smirk while his hands pulled in your waist. "Was tired of helping him. Thought you needed to use me more than him." Slender fingers roamed all over your body, thumb lingering on some places for a little longer.

"All this for me?" He questioned, his pointer toying with the string.

"Yeah. All yours, Toru."

"Mmm..." he hummed. "Love unwrapping my presents. This might be the best one yet." That is all that was said before his lips crashed yours, an arm snaking your back to hold you as your arched into him, guiding both of you to the bed. Satory plopped you down but he remained on the edge.

He inhaled loudly, eyes bathing in the sight of you. the exhale followed a little later, almost coming out as a groan. You spread your legs, teasing him with the most inviting posture.

"Fuck. You're going to be the death of me Y/N Gojo." His lips trailed kisses all over your legs before they caught up to your pussy. He could feel it through the lace. All throbbing and wet. Just for him. Poking his tongue out, he pressed it against your clothed sex a few times, making you squirm. his fingers abandoned your thighs to rub you through the red fabric. He didn't take your panties off, just moved it enough to get access of your cunt. He left warm breaths on her.

"Pretty fucking pussy. Always so wet for me," he teased. Moving your thighs further apart, he licked a long stripe between your slick, parting your pussy lips. His eyes closed to feel how good you taste before going on for real. Warm, sloppy muscles making out with each other. Your fingers cascade through his locks, sweet moans leaving your lips.

"Fmuuck. shweet fmucking cwunt," mouth never leaving her. His big hands travel up to palm your tits and pinch your nipples, eyes so focused on you and the way you squirm, yelp and whine.

"Fhhuck. Toru, ngh—feels sooo good."

He continues his adorable abuse on your pussy before he shoves two fingers in your hole, inching you closer and closer to your climax.

"C'mon, princess. Do it for me. Santa sent you to help me, didn't he? Go ahead and help me. Lemme see this cute pussy cum." If you weren't gonna cum from the tongue or the fingers, you sure as hell did from his lewd sentences.

"G-gonna cum, toru. fuck. please ah—"

Soon enough, you were vibrating, thighs closing around his head, and fingers pulling his head too tight.

"Good girl." He breathed as he licked his lips. "Tell Santa thank you. Now..." you heard his belt unbunckle, "time for your present, princess."

[httpknjoon]

the princess and the rockstar | jjk [1]

plot | Once upon a time, there was a crowd-favorite crown princess who found herself romantically involved with a famous rockstar. See how they will try to navigate the world and maybe live happily ever after.

w.c | 3.3k

genres | angst, fluff, modern royalty!au, celebrity!au, established relationship!au

pairing | rockstar!jungkook x princess!reader

note | oh my god, finally. i'm here, it's here. almost took me years to finally write the chapters. this is the first chapter, I just broadened the spotted drabble. but I hope you'll enjoy reading it :)

main masterlist | series masterlist | spotify playlist

[AN EXCERPT FROM THE INTERVIEW]

Growing up in a palace may seem like a fairy tale for most people, but for Queen YN, the Sapphire Palace is home. Born a year after her father was crowned as the king, Queen YN of Zafiro was introduced to the royal lifestyle before she could even learn how to talk.

“I think I learned the royalty’s etiquette first before saying my first words,” she quipped with a small smile. “This might come off as unexpected, but my mother is much stricter than my dad when it comes to our behavior. She was my first teacher in everything and made sure that we followed every rule in the book.”

With her mother’s strict upbringing, Queen YN was already aware from a very young age that she was not just like any other kids in her old preparatory school. She shared how her mother will teach her about royal traditions and responsibility, while her father will balance everything out by organizing a weekly family event like a movie marathon night, where they would just watch films Queen YN and Princess Astrid chose until they fall asleep on their unusually large couch.

“Maybe it was because they grew up in different status of life. Mom always wanted me to be a great example and do no wrong since I am the model for young Zafiroans… But now that I’m older, I thought of it as a result of the scrutiny she got as a young commoner who suddenly got everyone’s attention after marrying one of the world’s most eligible bachelors back then.”

“Isn’t this whole outfit a little too inappropriate?”

Looking up from your sketchpad, you see Astrid standing before you, rocking a themed outfit with her favorite platform boots. She looked amazing and prepared for tonight’s concert, the one she begged you to chaperone her in. But based on your mother’s tone through the video call, your sister might have to change her clothes later. She always does outfit checks whenever someone in the family has somewhere to be, wanting to make sure everyone is well-dressed.

“Sweetheart, I think it’s very much appropriate. They are going to a rock concert for Pete’s sake, everyone who’s coming will be sporting that style.” 

Your father comes on the screen, saving his princesses as usual. You and Astrid shared a knowing glance as you knew what your father was doing. Even though they are a million miles away from their royal duties, you two can still sense the awkward air between your parents’ differences.

“But not everyone is a royal princess, sweetie,” your mother replied, not wanting to back down from her initial opinion.

Now this is where you step in, “Hi, Papa!”

“Hello, my princess.” Your dad waved. “And what are you wearing tonight?”

You stood up from Astrid’s bed, the one you have been lying on ever since the call started, and distanced yourself from the camera to show them the Prada dress you have on. In your mother’s standards, it’s perfectly appropriate. Covered shoulders? Check! Almost knee-length? Check! Classy and graceful? Check! 

Although the dress fits your mother’s standards, you did not wear it specifically because of that. It’s just that you wouldn’t know what to wear to a rock concert, you've never been to one. Your closet lacks the style of clothes Astrid has, and even though your sister is wonderful in what she’s wearing, you don’t think you can wear something like that comfortably. It’s something new, and new is always uncomfortable to you. And the Prada dress is something familiar to you. It’s better.

“See! That’s how I want you to dress up as a princess, Astrid. Very elegant,” your mother told your sister, who’s standing next to you.

Knowing how the comment might make your little sister feel, you gave her a side hug, “Mooom, this is my style, and I think Astrid looks exceptional with her outfit. She’s so much more stylish than I am. I’m sure Vogue will write her an article as soon as they see her outfit later.”

Your mom hummed for a few seconds, “Okay. But don’t take the jacket off when you’re out of the venue.”

You felt your sister perk up beside you, “How about during the concert?”

“Fine, but no taking pictures with the leather jacket off,” she said sternly, but you and Astrid were already smiling from ear to ear.

“Thank you, Mom!”

“Okay, my loves. We have to go now, and I think you two should too. Don’t make your Uncle Eddie wait, you should be ready before 7,” your father reminded you.

No matter how high his position is in Zafiro, he makes sure that his family doesn’t cause any unnecessary inconvenience to his staff members, including his courtier, whom you and Astrid always called Uncle Eddie. He has been your father’s best friend ever since middle school, where they met. They were so close that you and Astrid, the royal princesses, attended his wedding as flower girls, which was the first time that considered to be a commoner’s wedding was considered.

“We’re just going to touch up our hair and makeup. Then, we’re good,” you smiled. “Please take care there.”

“And please get me one of their wool scarves, Papa!” your younger sister exclaimed.

“We will keep that in mind, Dee-dee.” Your father smiled, calling Astrid by her childhood nickname. “Enjoy your night, okay? Listen to Eddie’s instructions—”

Your mother cuts him off, “And Astrid, listen to YN. Okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she nods.

After some goodbyes and ending the call, you and Astrid found yourself finishing your looks in her room. Loud music, which you assumed to be by the band you’re about to see tonight, played in Astrid’s speakers while you looked through her closet to find something that could make you fit in even a little.

“Does this go with this?” You turned around, holding her black knee-high boots next to your dress.

Astrid looked back, holding her eyeliner just above her right eye, “Yes.” She grinned, “But this isn’t a country concert, YN.”

You sighed, “Come on, I’m trying. I don’t want to look like a sore thumb in the crowd.” 

“As if being the crown princess of this country is not enough for you to stand out,” she teased, making you roll your eyes. “Wear it! It goes with your dress, and I swear no one will bat an eyelash at your outfit. Everyone there will focus on the sweaty guys playing on stage.”

Sweaty guys playing on stage. The thought somehow made you cringe. What does this band do on stage anyway? You barely have any idea about Sweet September, even though they fill Astrid’s playlist in almost a hundred percent. You only read their name before in a news article about their work with the UN against cyberbullying. But other than that, nothing. Boy bands (Astrid claims they are a man-band, like, based on her words, they play real rock music.) rarely interest you. Starting when you were younger up to now, the only type of concerts you’ve been to were orchestral and jazz concerts, which are more tranquil than a rock concert.

“Do you think it will piss Mom off if I go with a black lipstick?” Astrid breaks out of your stream of thoughts.

“Definitely.”

“Perfect,” she laughed before swiping the jet-black lipstick over her lips.

You chuckled, shaking your head, as you sat on the edge of her bed to zip up the boots, “Can you, like, give me a quick briefing about this band before we go there?”

“Hmm, okay.” Astrid remained focused on the mirror. “So, Sweet September is a four-member pop-rock band that was formed two years ago. Carter is their drummer and the oldest member of the band. He’s usually the more chill and caring one, like an old grandpa,” she laughed. “Then, we have Woosung, who’s the sarcastic one. He plays the bass guitar and also produces and writes most of their songs. There’s Mingyu, their lead guitarist. He’s the funniest one and like the co-founder of the group. His sister was dating Carter, who’s now like his brother-in-law.”

“And who’s the other founder? Carter?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Astrid shook her head, “No. That would be Jungkook.”

“And what about him?” you asked after the sparkles in her eyes got brighter.

She had to pause and look at you. “He’s the lead vocalist. Also, their frontman. Really, really talented, but one of his main skills is like pulling new fans into the group. So be careful out there.”

You chuckled, figuring that she was probably just exaggerating over the guy, “Is he that good?”

“Oh my god, YN. You have no idea. He’s the face and the voice of the band! I personally love Mingyu, but man, Jungkook can easily make me switch lanes if he wants me to. That face? With that voice?! He’s God’s favorite.” Astrid went on before squinting her eyes at you. “I swear, if you see him perform tonight, you’ll get me. You might even fall in love tonight.”

“Yeah, right.” You stood up with her heavy boots and checked yourself out in her full-length mirror. 

The boots feel different, but you’ll get used to them. Hopefully.  You don’t have a pair since you usually opt for shoes and sandals that complement your dresses and other formal wear. For tonight, for the sake of fitting in, you wanted to mix Astrid’s fashion style with yours. Even a little.

“Your Royal Highnesses, Sir Edward asked me to tell you that your ride’s waiting outside,” a royal servant knocked on the door.

Astrid picked up her leather jacket while you reached for your purse. Smiling at her,  you asked, “Let’s go?”

A thin sheet of smoke almost veiled the ‘No Smoking’ sign in the green room as Jungkook took a hit from the freshly lit cigarette stick between his fingers. He exhaled slowly, hoping that every drag would calm down his nerves. 

“Hey, that’s not allowed here,” Carter comes in with his drumsticks in his hands. “Tara will kill you if she knew you’re doing that.”

Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly, “Just one.” 

Carter, being the big brother he is, picked up something in their youngest’s behavior. He knew Jungkook did not smoke regularly. The last time he saw him smoke was earlier this year during the launch of their second album. Twirling his drumstick between his fingers, Carter sat back on the sofa.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook shook his head. “It’s just it’s a first show for this tour, and my heart’s already exploding.”

“Alright, that’s okay. But the moment you hit the stage, whatever you’re feeling will be gone anyway,” the older smiled, tapping his shoulder.

Jungkook smiled, but his shoulders remained tensed. When the door swung open, he immediately soaked the cigarette in the soda can on the table. He quietly hoped the air diffuser in the room would clear out the cigarette smell to avoid their manager’s reprimands. But it was Mingyu who came in, unaware. He has his eyes glued to his phone.

“Do you think they’re coming?” he suddenly asked, looking up at Jungkook as he sat next to him.

Jungkook raised a brow, “Who?”

“Zafiro’s royal family.”

That made the lead vocalist and the drummer chuckle, which offended Mingyu, who got defensive, “Okay, I am not being delusional here. But I think we all know that the younger princess is a big fan.”

“Doesn’t mean she’ll drag the whole family here,” Carter laughs, shaking his head.

“You never know… And you,” Mingyu points his finger at his best friend, “Don’t act like you will not be delighted if Princess YN shows up here tonight.”

The name is not new in Jungkook’s ears. Hell, even in his head, Princess YN is not a new visitor. He knew a few facts about her than a normal person would, but he can justify that by saying that she was (or is) basically his recent fascination. Is four years ago still considered recent?

He knew you were the same age as him. You have been in the limelight so much longer than him, and probably handle the attention much better than he does. He is aware of the royal protocols. Or that one Vogue article you wrote to raise awareness about Zafiro’s rising jewelry exports. You have your advocacy, just like any other royal family member, but something about you stuck with him the first time he saw you in a magazine interview clip years ago.

He remembered replaying that short six-minute interview over and over again, where you talk about things that Jungkook usually finds boring. But the smile that glows on your face as you tell stories pulled him in.

“She won’t,” Jungkook mumbled confidently, but he could feel his fingers itching for another stick of cigarette.

“You two will have your own entrance and exit spots. Ronnie and Ben would accompany you two to the entrance and would meet you at the same gate after the concert.”

Your father’s trusty courtier, Eddie, guided you and your sister on what you’re supposed to do. There were rules you had to remember, so you listened carefully to make sure you won’t forget a thing. Especially since Astrid practically begged your parents not to have bodyguards with her for tonight, wanting to feel that sense of normalcy for once.

“Is that all, Uncle?”

Astrid already had her arms crossed as she asked that. It’s been fifteen minutes since your car arrived in front of this secret entrance to the concert. But because of the King’s instructions, you two were held up.

Eddie smiled, noticing your sister’s tone, “I know you are excited about this concert, Your Royal Highness. But His Majesty still has one last message… and this is a very important one, so listen.” Your sister sighed, you leaned forward to hear whatever his about to say, “Please remind my lovely girls to enjoy the night amidst my tiring instructions. Take pictures and sing along. I would love to hear stories from them about this very important concert, based on what my Astrid said, when my queen and I get back from our short trip to Scotland. Follow what your Uncle Eddie says.”

A small smile formed on your lips with that. Finally, Eddie lets you two go with your bodyguards until the gate. Then, a nice concert staff welcomed you into the venue and led you and your sister to your seats.

“Oh, my god. I cannot believe Papa let us come here alone,” your sister said as she slipped the Xyloband into her wrist.

“I know…” Your voice trailed off when you heard the people singing along to the song playing not too far away. You turned to the staff,  “Excuse me, is the concert starting already?”

“No, Ma’am. We’re just playing the band’s music videos before they perform on stage. But they will be performing in a few minutes.”

You nodded with that. It didn’t take long for you to get into your seats. The seats are not that close or far from the main stage, and it’s in the center. For safety purposes, your father and the security team agreed not to put you two in the floor area where you can see the band better and closer. Nonetheless, you knew Astrid would love any seat she would get in this place.

Since you heard from Astrid that the tickets were sold out as soon as it’s started selling, you assumed your father pulled some strings to make this possible. It made you wonder even more what’s good in Sweet September. Other than Astrid's introduction earlier, you made an effort to read a couple of articles about them, and you later learned that tonight is the start of their world tour. You learned that they have a huge following in your country, and fans petitioned for them to visit Zafiro, which resulted in tonight.

“Oh, look at that! Look at those signs!”

Your sister was laughing while she pointed her finger all over the crowded arena. The joy on her face was enough for you to smile. But still, your eyes followed where she was pointing. Each sign has big, bold, easily noticeable letters and words. They were aggressive and funny, with one of them asking to put oil on the lead vocalist’s body. 

What was that supposed to mean? 

You wanted to ask Astrid, but she was already talking to another fan who was sitting beside her. The fan seemed surprised and delighted at the same time when she locked eyes with you for a second. You just smiled. As a highly-regarded crown princess, you know that they least expect you to show up at a rock concert next to them. You then turned to your other side, where you immediately locked eyes with a lady who seemed a bit older than you. She instantly looked away and slowly looked back after a few seconds, thinking that you were not looking at her anymore. But you are. And you can tell who she is by her awkward aura and stiff movements.

As part of showing respect to a royal, a commoner cannot talk to you unless you speak to them first. So you decided to say something in a mumble, “Did the King hire you?”

You don’t want your sister to hear it. You want her to focus on the fact that she is free from your parents’ overprotectiveness tonight. You can read the hesitation on the woman’s face, but you can already tell that she is a secret security agent Eddie hired.

“It’s fine. I understand,” you gave her a reassuring smile. “Please, enjoy the concert too.”

The woman nods and bows subtly. Turning away, you see, Astrid had already made new friends. They were taking pictures and talking about their excitement for tonight until one of the girls told her,

“It’s a surprise to see you in here, Your Royal Highness.”

“Please, just call me Astrid, or you can add that princess title if you’re uncomfortable with calling me by name,” she quipped, and they laughed. “Actually, the King only let me come here when Princess YN agreed to accompany me.”

Her friends’ mouths all formed into a small o. You waved at them, and they bowed their heads. Suddenly, the lights slowly dimmed down, and everyone began screaming– including Astrid. To say that your sister is excited was an understatement. It’s like she slept with a hanger in her mouth with how wide she’s smiling. Your cheeks hurt for her. But you’re happy to see her happy.

Taps on the microphone can be heard before someone clears their throat, building up everyone’s excitement. You stood there, just listening to them and observing.

“Everyone, welcome to the denim jungle!”

Someone began playing a good riff on a bass guitar. The band’s silhouette is recognizable on stage over the thick, white smoke. In the first beat of the drum, the lights snapped open. There, your eyes spotted the lead vocalist. His hair is damp for some reason, yet it goes perfectly with his mostly dark outfit.

“Zafiro, let me hear you scream!” he growled into the microphone.

A fucking growl. A growl that basically popped everyone’s balloon, releasing a thousand screams and cheers from everyone in the Crystalline Stadium. Everything is so loud. You’re finding it hard to breathe. You can’t breathe, but you are enjoying it. It’s confusing. The screams. The instruments are playing. Your heartbeats thumping. 

“I swear, if you see him perform tonight, you’ll get me.” You clutched your chest as you heard Astrid’s statement from earlier in your head. “You might even fall in love tonight.”

Oh, no.

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Hi love! I love your stories on sylus x innocent mc. Love how cute mc is. Can you do innocent mc having anixtey after having a nightmare and sylus came to comfort her

I’m Here - Sylus x Innocent Fem Reader

A/N: Hi love, thank you for requesting and I know this might be a short one but I hope that you enjoy it!!

Disclaimer: This work is completely fiction. I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.

N109 Zone - 1:48 AM (2nd POV)

It had been days since Sylus left for a “business trip”. In the beginning you were fine with it because at the very least Mephisto was with you, keeping you company.

The first few days, you would tidy around the place, change a few things to make it not so dark and gloomy. You even learned some new recipes you’ve always wanted to try.

Sylus was only able to call you the first few times but when he was going deeper at the location he was at, he deeply regret to inform you that the signal was terrible but he would try his best to update you.

Now, nearly a week later, you haven’t been able to sleep well. Your overthinking brain created multiple different scenarios and thoughts that were slowly consuming you from the inside out.

Oftentimes you would wake up in the middle of the night and hugging Sylus’ pillow as you buried yourself deeper under the blankets of his bed in his room.

Today was no difference than the past several days. It was in the middle of the night, you were reading a book, thinking that it would help you fall asleep earlier.

It was just some other romance stories that you’ve been reading. But instead of helping you fall asleep, it made you overthink even more.

What if Sylus got hurt? That can’t be right? He’s Sylus. He doesn’t get hurt easily. But what if Luke and Kieran were not around and Sylus was outnumbered? Maybe they attacked him in the daylight because he is somewhat weakened in broad daylight.

In your sleep, you dreamt how Sylus was hurt and you couldn’t do anything to save him. It was as if someone or something was holding you down, not allowing your body to move.

You were screaming, crying, trying your best to get out of the grip, twisting and turning until you heard his voice.

“Hey, I’m here. Wake up for me sweetie. Everything’s okay” you heard his voice, his deep baritone voice that was calming despite what others think of him

You kept twisting and turning until you felt large but comforting hands on your arms followed by the baritone voice that calmed you. In an instant you jolt awake, your body jerking forward as you gasped for air, trying to stabilize your breathing.

In an instant you were pulled into a warm hug, your instantly relaxing, knowing who it was and the voice followed the hug confirms it. “I’m here sweetie. You’re okay”

Your chin was gently lifted up and you saw him. You saw Sylus in the flesh. His red orbs were gentle and soft with a hint of worry in them. You slowly lifted your hand and caressed his jaw making him hum.

“I’m here sweetie. I’m here. You take a deep breath for me yeah? You can do that right?” Sylus asked and you nodded, following his breathing

“That’s good sweetie. You’re doing good. I’m here. I’m sorry I left you for so long. I tried to contact you, I swear. I’ll make it up to you” Sylus’ voice was shaking a bit, his hold on you was a bit tighter

“I was worried about you. I dreamt about you. I dreamt you were hurt and I couldn’t save you. I was so scared. What if something happened to you? I can’t Sy. Please don’t leave that long with no update” you were shaking yourself, you turned around and hugged Sylus, burying your face in the crook of his neck like a koala

“There’s nothing to be worried about sweetie. I won’t ever leave you. I promise” Sylus kissed the side of your head long enough before he placed your head under his chin. “I’m here. I’m alive. Nothing will take me away from you. You’re my reason to keep going now and I would always be here for you” Sylus kissed your temple, caressing your cheek, making you both smile

[angelsrcute]

You said dom reader is okay so I am LAYING MY BRAINROT ON THE TABLE—

I'd like to respectfully request Overblot Boys (sans Riddle) being dominated by the reader (preferably afab & gn, there's so much submissive fem reader stuff out there & I want rep as a dom-leaning vers).

Those poor boys all need some therapizing & to get out of their own heads so bad— so what's a better way of doing so than taking charge and making them forget how to speak by pleasuring them? Sure, they can be defiant; and they can deal with a firm hand correcting them. But good boys who admit they need help & ask for it can be rewarded with fucking until they're empty and fuzzy-headed. ^^

The only one I had a semi-specific scenario in mind for was Jamil— him being blindfolded while being sucked off. His attempt at trying to regain control leads to him getting a smack on the ass & tied up so the reader can mark his pretty torso with hickies that they press on while cooing to him & edging him until he yields.

... can you tell I've been repressed lately? Lmao-

WALK EM LIKE A DOG. 𝝑𝝔

૮𐔌ྀི ´ ཀ ྀི 𐦯ྀིა 𝐍-𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !! ; Sub!Leona, Jamil and Azul (separate) + Dom!F!Reader ➜ cws: Brat taming, nipple play, biting, blindfold use, gag use, spanking (once), restraints (Jamil), mommy kink, crying, use of strap on, praising (Azul), leash and collar use, cunnilingus, praising, hair pulling (Leona). ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭ — Part 1; I absolutely loved writing for this idea! Though I'm still wondering about what to write for the rest, don't mind if it's late, haha! <3

❝ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 ❞ — 🪦

This man is definitely a brat, always running his big mouth off. So to make him behave you blindfolded him and put a cloth around his mouth, good, now he will finally shut up. You leave trails of kisses down his neck, biting and sucking on his sensitive spot. You kneel down and stroke his cock a few times before taking it in your mouth.

God, it felt so good, he could feel your eyes were on him— his back arching as he gripped the sheets. His moans were muffled by the gag, he tried to pull away but you held him, landing a smack on his ass. “Behave, if you want to cum, you'd have to be a good boy.” You spat out, smiling at his state. You continued what you were doing, pressing kisses on his cock and edging him! When are you even gonna let the poor boy cum!? Atleast he's listening to you like a good boy after being tied up because of his bratty attitude. <3

❝ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 ❞ — 🪦

He'd be such a pathetic crying mess, your good little boy! Just shower him with praises and kisses while you thrust inside his hole with your strap-on and he's already fucked dumb. He can only focus on how good it feels, maybe being weak isn't so bad, if he gets to be in your arms. You'd wipe away his tears and tell him he's the best.

Worship his body, play with his sensitive little nipples, leave love bites on his skin— he loves it all, he'd show them off with no shame if he wanted to. He'd definitely be ashamed about the noises he's making so he buries his head between the pillow as you fuck him. Maybe this guy also has a mommy kink! <3

“Gonna cum for mommy, yeah? Let yourself go, my baby.”

❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 ❞ — 🪦

He'd never admit he likes you dominating him, people are supposed to bow down before him— He is the king, isn't he? But no, you're currently sitting on the bed while holding the leash attached to his collar. How degrading. He can't believe he enjoys it!

His tongue darted out, lapping up your sweet juices. Your fingers tangling itself in his hair as you pull his head back, “How about you beg and maybe I'll end your punishment? Fair deal, right?”

He doesn't meet your eyes but whispers something you can't hear, “What was that, sweetie? You're always so loud, what's wrong, hm?” You try not to laugh at the pathetic man in front of you, you can see his ears turning red as he speaks louder, “P-Please let me pleasure you—”

“Good kitty, go ahead.” You watch as he eagerly dives back, you grip his hair tighter as you feel your orgasm coming. You pull him closer and cum in his mouth, he licks you clean. You let go of his hair, letting him catch his breath, “Well done, now, let's reward you for being good for me, shall we?” <3

[novas-corner]

OH DEAR GODS PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKED MY WRITING???? I hope y’all know I’m freaking out about this, it will get to my head (my apolocheese)

Anyways, a singular person asked for more… so… more it is!!

Again with all of this I know almost NOTHING about the game, I’ve missed out on a lot of lore since I am simply a card collector… and I’m very biased towards characters 😭‼️

Also this was NOT proofread properly (I’m doing this on no sleep at eight in the morning.)

Anyways, part 1 is here!

Also I’m basing their schedules around THIS post here!! (I think it’s official stuff? Idk)

Thank you for listening to me yap… back to being isekaid!!!! (I still do not know how to spell that)

Oh also there’s angst ish in here? Idk man I’m just writing out my thoughts at this point LOL

OH FUCK AN ISEKAI

Alright well sleeping was… a nightmare. All five of them argued until you eventually gave up and went to the couch. Damn boys, they’re gonna make your life trouble and you know it. But you gotta admit… five guys fawning all over you is kinda nice! The attention? Fantastic. They give you massages? UGH, so nice.

Well… you’ll need one of those mentioned massages tomorrow, you know damn well your back is going to be killing you in the morning.

You’re surprised to see Sylus walk into the living room, sitting next to you.

“You shouldn’t sleep out here sweetie, it’s not good for your body… what if I took you back to the N109 zone with me? You could sleep in a nice comfortable bed there and there would be much more space”

You groan, sitting up

“The only way I will do that is if you bring the other four with us. You need to remember that we are all not technically in our own universes since this ISNT the main storyline of the game. I don’t want them to be stranded here, I’d feel bad about that”

He sighs, but smiles down at you, pulling your head into his lap.

“Always thinking of others before yourself hm sweetie? Be a bit selfish sometimes okay?”

You huff, but relax into his embrace nonetheless.

“Yeah… I’ll try. Why are you up anyways? Couldn’t sleep?”

He’s running his fingers through your hair (or just rubbing your bald head, idk man) and chuckles down at you.

“Oh come on, I thought you knew all about us”

He’s teasing you… cocky mf-

“The N109 zone doesn’t have a day or night technically, so my schedule is a bit off from everyone else”

Oooooooh… riiiight… you had forgotten about that, honestly there’s probably so much you’ve forgotten. You never did read through the events or stories, just let them play in the background to get more pulls for banners… maybe you should get back into the story after all this blows over… or then again… maybe you won’t have to due to being with them all the time now.

“Right… I forgot about that… well I’m… tired. So I’m going to sleep- lemme move-“

You’re trying to shuffle off his lap to not disturb him, but he just rests a hand on the small of your back and tells you to ‘not worry’ and that he can ‘handle you sleeping for a bit’

…that’s sweet…

You’re relaxing into him almost immediately and drifting off, letting your slumber take over you.

What you don’t know however, is that once sylus is sure you’re asleep, he’s analyzing you, trying to see if this was all some ploy to not be caught for cheating… but it’s really a different person. What was once a person he knew was now just someone who knew him. It was a strange feeling, they had the face of the one he loved, they almost sounded like them too— they just spoke differently. It felt so right and yet so wrong to have you there… maybe he should have Zayne give you a physical checkup tomorrow, make sure you’re healthy and all.

Sylus tries to not care for you, after all… you’re not HIS, not the person he knew. But you acted the same in so many ways… hopefully this can all be fixed. For now though, he sits running his fingers through your hair as he reads a book.

~Timeskip~

It’s morning now and you groggily wake up to the smell of bacon. You’re sitting up, rubbing your sleep ridden eyes as a cheerful voice calls out from the kitchen.

“Oh! Sorry pips, did I wake you up?”

You’re standing now, walking over to Caleb with a yawn.

“Nono… I just woke up… whatcha making?”

He’s all smiles, you’re honestly not sure how he has so much energy at six in the morning but whatever.

“Just some bacon and eggs! Want some?”

He says with a grin, pointing to the plate of bacon and eggs. You pause, eyeing the plate.

“Were the eggs made first? I’m allergic and can’t really risk cross contamination… don’t wanna die today, y’know?” (I’m reminding y’all that this is ME written as if it’s YOU. We ain’t having eggs together homies 🫵🥲)

“Oh?? Uh… I think so? Maybe you shouldn’t eat them to be safe… I’ll make you something else!”

He’s saying while already looking for something else to make… at least they know where everything in this apartment is located, I’ve got no clue.

You’re trying to find bread and hear him mumbling something about how his version of you isn’t allergic to anything… guess that’s a difference.

He sees you rifling through literally every drawer and pats you on the head.

“You know you can ask for things… right?”

“Well- maybe I just wanted to see if I could do it myself, this is technically my apartment after all… but uh… where’s the bread?”

He’s laughing at you, pointing to the bread literally in the counter, you blind blind mf. Your shoulders almost slump in defeat as you pop some toast into the toaster and open the fridge. Huh… fully stocked… that’s nice, where’s the butter though…

As if reading your mind, Caleb walks behind you and grabs the butter for you.

“Here, it’s buried in there, you wouldn’t have found it alone”

You’re just kinda looking up at him, he’d got you cages in between him and the door- HE DID THE HOT THING WHERE THEY GRAB SOMETHING FOR YOU GANG. Ugh you forget that this is a game about flirting and they’re gonna be doing that.

“Oh… right, thank you”

You’re quickly scurrying away from him— and as everyone does, you get spooked by the damn toaster. That mf laughs at you AGAIN. Jerk…

Anyways you’re buttering your toast and watching as he plates his food, having made extra for the others… that’s sweet of him.

“I usually ask my version of you to work out in the mornings… so… would you want to join me for a morning workout after breakfast?”

You look up from your toast, a mouthful and crumbs on your face, he just smiles at you as you swallow your food and wipe your face.

“Mm- sure? Im not the strongest though so expect me to not keep up.”

Which gets you thinking… how in the hell are you going to do the job of the MC??? There’s no way you could deal with wanderers… would you being here jeopardize the job the MC has? Oh gods I mean you can technically rely on the guys for money but what if they get sick of you not being their MC. Not only that, is time passing back home? Will people realize you’re gone? Are you going to end up like an unsolved crime case?

“Hey… are you okay?”

His voice snaps you out of the despair trace you were in, you look up at him with wide eyes and see him looking at you concerned.

“Oh… yeah sorry I was just thinking… I’ll join you for the workout, it’ll probably take my mind off things.”

You’re trying to keep smiling, you’ve been obsessed with these men for months and they’re literally all here, you should just enjoy this in case it’s a dream, y’know?

He’d still visibly concerned but decides to drop it, finishing his food and grabbing yours and his empty plates, putting them in the sink to wash later.

“Well let’s go workout then shall we? You can sit on my back while I do pushups? Alright pips?”

OH BOY!!! You’re standing with a smile, nodding along and following him along to the door, pausing and looking down at your clothes.

“Ooooh wait I need to change my clothes first”

You begin to wander back to what you found out is your room, walking in to see Zayne buttoning up his shirt, and Rafayel and Xavier cuddled up in bed… well more like Xavier cuddling up to Rafayel but whatever they look kinda cute, y’know?

You smile at Zayne, he just nods to you, finishing putting his shirt on.

“There’s breakfast there, Caleb made eggs and Bacon, plus bread for toast”

You’re saying as you walk over to the closet, rifling through the clothes there. You know that MC has got to have something for a workout other than this damn hunters uniform… surely right?

Oh thank the gods they do. (I actually could not find one but I’m gonna guess MC has a workout outfit)

“Are you working out? Have you eaten breakfast yet?”

You turn to see Zayne, who is now hovering behind you.

“Oh! Yeah Caleb invited me to workout with him, I guess him and the me you know worked out in the mornings”

He just nods.

“Alright, enjoy that then, I’ll be back later, I’m going to try and stay with you overnight and whatnot to see if I can help figure out what’s going on, the rest of the men have also agreed they want to be around as well.”

You just nod, biting at your lip slightly. It’s sweet that they care about you enough, but you’re sure they’re only caring because they want their old lives back. You can’t really blame them though since you just want your life back too. Again, it’s nice to be here with men you’ve simped over… but you have friends, parents… ugh be positive damnit, we can’t be depressed all the time.

“Right okay…“

You’re trailing off, not really knowing how to proceed.

“The white haired man— Sylus I believe? He mentioned that I should give you a checkup at some point today. Would you rather visit the hospital during my lunch break or wait I til I get back?”

You raise an eyebrow at his words. Oh boy these mfs are in for a TREAT, they’ll never expect the amount of things wrong with me. Huh that begs the question, will my body function differently than theirs? I mean obviously I don’t have the protocore heart and whatever else… but is it different since they’re game characters?

OH MF YOU DIDNT ANSWER-

“Probably just when you get back, I’m not really sure how to get to the hospital after all.”

He just nods, patting you on the head and walking out.

“Sounds good, I’ll expect you to be ready when I get home then. Have a good day.”

HE’S SO STOIC???? I don’t know how to feel bout that but whATEVER YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING OUT.

You gather your clothes and move over to the bathroom, as you’re getting dressed you can hear Rafayel waking up and causing a ruckus over being cuddled by Xavier. God damn he’s loud…

You’re changed now and walk back to the living room, where Caleb is sat on the couch waiting for you.

“Ah! Finally pips! Felt like I was gonna have to search for you in case you had gotten lost!”

He’s honestly adjusted really well to the fact that I’m not the me he knows. I wonder if it’s a facade, I know damn well he cares a great deal for his version of me. STOP THINKING SO NEGATIVELY. DAMN.

Anyways you’re smiling slightly at his words, listening to him yap about what he’s planning to do for his workout, it’s just going in one ear and right out the other if I’m being real.

You leave the apartment and go to the gym that I guess the apartment has? (I’m making things up as I go at this point, things will just appear as I need them too)

He’s doing weights and stuff, you’re struggling to get through his tough workout (I’m crippled sorry gang, if I gotta struggle so do you 💔)

He notices this of course and slows his pace down, eventually stopping and patting you on the shoulder.

“Hey… you don’t need to do this y’know?”

You just sigh and look up at him defeated.

“Does your version of me do this every day? That bitch is ATHLETIC.”

He laughs at you and offers to just help him with his workout I stead, which you joyfully agree to, watching Caleb workout? YES PLEASE.

So now here you are, sat on his back and counting his pushups for him. Huh, suddenly the angst from earlier is gone as you watch his ARMS??? UGHHHH 🤩

He eventually finished that up though (UNFORTUNATELY) and just looks up at you… still on his back, making it just a lil bit hard to get up.

“Pips… you gotta move y’know?- I will just roll you over, you should know this.”

Oh we gotta know what that means.

“Hm? The ground is talking, how strange…”

You’re looking up at the ceiling with an almost expectant grin on your face, which he does not fail to realize. Well you asked for it.

Suddenly he has managed to roll you off him and have you underneath him. Don’t ask the logistics of it, just go with it.

You’re looking up at him with wide eyes, Christ it was fast— how in the hell did he do that???

He just chuckles and gets off of you, offering a hand out for you to take, which you do and he pulls you up. "l have to say, you don't act all that different, it's easy to forget you're not the same person I've known." OUCH????? OK ANGST IS BACK IG??? He's walking you back up to your apartment, the hand he used to help you up now wrapped around your shoulder "Oh?.. is that... a bad thing?" "I suppose it isn't! It makes you fun to be around!" "Ah okay..." You trail off, you know what you want to ask but... "What happens if you can't get... the other me back?" The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think to stop them, he almost freezes in his tracks but keeps walking, smile faltering slightly. "I'm... not sure..." "Would you stick around knowing I'm not the person you knew? Or are you just here to get them back?"

He doesn't know how to answer you, because of course he wants his version of you back... but would he just.. leave? He doesn't even know himself. "For now lets not worry about that, okay pips? I'm here now and that's all that really matters, we'll figure everything out eventually" You just nod, looking down and mumbling a small apology... well that's... sad. So anyways you finally make it back to the apartment, and head to your room to grab a basic outfit.

Xavier is STILL asleep- does this mf have narcolepsy??? Whatever, you grab your outfit and turn to go to the bathroom, you need a shower to think again, plus you smell like sweat.

The door to the bathroom is closed when you get there, you knock only to hear Rafayel telling you to come in. You walk in and OH MY STARS-

“OH- sorry didn’t realize you would be IN the bath- I can come back later I’m so sorry-“

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

“No no it’s okay, did you need something?”

He’s asking with a slight tilt to his head. Dear gods man he is sculpted like a god, probably because he literally is one- STOP STARING.

You manage to snap yourself out of it, face absolutely red and looking down at the clothes in your hands.

“Sorry I was just trying to shower and get dressed- I can do so later-“

He’s sitting up in the bathtub, motioning for you to come closer.

“You can come bathe with me if you’d like? I don’t mind sharing.”

SIR?????? You are red as a lobster and I fear he is reveling in this fact— HOW IS HE SO CALM ABOUT THIS????

“No- that’s fine I’ll just… see myself out… thanks for the offer though”

You manage to mumble out, looking anywhere but at him and finally turning yer butt around to walk out. You hear him chuckle behind you and call out to you as you shut the door, playful as ever.

“Your loss Mx bodyguard!!”

TEASING MF. Ok anyways we need to find somewhere else to change it seems. So you opt to just shut yourself in the little closet and get changed. Xavier is still asleep in bed, which is kinda cute, he’s out like a ROCK. Honestly and earthquake could pass through and not much would happen I fear.

You wander around the place, Caleb, Zayne and Sylus are all out somewhere, Rafayel is in the bath and Xavier is asleep. There’s… not much to do.

You’re tired though and you slept on the couch, so you find yourself walking over to your room and climbing into bed opposite to Xavier.

You pass right out.

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Gang I’ll be honest, you could FEEL it falling apart at the end😭‼️

In my defense, it’s almost eight in the morning and I have not slept.

I wrote myself into a bit of a corner too since there’s like… nothing going on ‼️‼️‼️

I also do not know how to write seggsy time so I had to QUICKLY 180 from that.

Anyways I have ideas for another part, if people don’t burn me at the stake for being a crap writer I might add another part to this disaster LMAO

Okok yap session is over, thank you for reading this !! 🤩

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Bad moon rising lV

Poly!Lost boys x Emerson!reader

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

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A/n: Is this almost a year past due? Yes. Did I forget that I was a fanfic writer and that I was supposed to be writing for this fandom? Also yes. But, I hope you guys enjoy this, I have the next chapter also halfway written already, though we will just see how lazy I am. Enjoy ;)

Micheal’s been acting strange.

No, Micheal’s been acting like a dick.

You stood in your older brothers doorway, watching as the boy sleeped all through mid-morning and mid-afternoon. He’s been doing this for the past few days or so. Coming home at odd hours of the night and sleeping until the sun goes back down.

That left you and Sam to do all the chores, entertain yourselves and more specifically for you to babysit your baby brother when mom is working late.

To say you were pissed was an understatement.

Sam walked past you, black telephone held tightly in his hand before he plopped it down on Micheal’s chest. The older man woke up with a start, the sudden weight on him startling from his sleep. He glanced around his room, eyes settling on both you and Sam before he relaxed back into his previous position.

“Mom’s calling.” You told him, walking from the door frame and over to the bed.

“Then answer the phone.” He snapped, voice groggy from sleep. He shoved the phone off of himself, the ringing not once faltering.

You picked up the phone, and shoved it back at him, giving him a annoyed look as you took your hands off the electronic. “She wants to speak with you.”

Micheal looked between you and the phone, his face mirroring your own. He rolled his eyes, pointing a finger at his desk. “Hand me those.”

You glanced back at his desk, seeing that he was pointing at a pair of shades. Sam reached forward and plucked the item off the surface. “You need sunglasses to talk on the phone?” He asked, handing them over to his brother with a look of confusion as he watched Micheal place the shades over his eyes. “Are you high?”

Instead of answering, he reluctantly yanked the phone off the body, placing the item against his ear. “Hello?” He answered, waiting patiently for his mom to responded back.

The room was quiet enough to hear the soft voice of your mother on the other side of the phone. “Hey, sweetie. You weren’t sleeping were you.”

Micheal shook his head despite knowing that she couldn’t see him. “No.”

You rolled your eyes, hating the fact the he was lying to mom. Though, you knew with how hard she’s been working lately she didn’t need to deal with one of her kids acting out.

Staying near the edge of the bed you listened closely to your moms and brothers conversation, absentmindedly playing with the blankets and clothes scattered across the mattress. You pulled a pair of jeans and sock from the small pile, tossing them onto the floor near his clothe hamper.

When was the last time he cleaned his room? You thought to yourself, glancing from the over filled hamper to the piles of trash, boxes and even clothes scattered on any clean surface. You went to take another peice of clothing off the bed when Micheal slapped your hand away, giving you an annoyed look through his sunglasses.

“Mom, Sam is old enough to stay by himself.” He said into the phone, inching himself away from where you stood. “And even if he wasn’t Y/n will be here.”

You went to retaliate, wanting to argue that you were tired of watching your baby brother and wanted to be able to go to the boardwalk or even just to get out of the house. But Sam had beaten you to it. “I don’t need a baby sitter Mike, and quite frankly I’m tired of seeing Y/n’s face everywhere I turn.” Sam turned towards you an apologetic look on his face. “No offense, of course, but I think we need to see other people.”

“Are you firing me from being your babysitter or are you breaking up with me?” You asked, a hand placed over your chest in mock hurt.

Sam shrugged, the jacket he wore rustling against Micheal’s dresser he was leaning on. “A little bit of both, just remind me to tell my secretary to give you your severance package.”

Micheal snapped his fingers in both yours and Sam’s direction, he gestured towards the door in a silent attempt to get you both to leave or to be quiet. ‘You know, Micheal, you come home in the middle of the day, you sleep all day while I work.’ You heard your mom gently snap at your brother a smug little smirk finding its way towards your lips at Micheal’s face. ‘It’s been a long time since someone asked me to dinner, the least you could do for me is stay home tonight and watch your brother and sister.’

You watched as your brother took in a deep breath, trying his hardest to make his mom happy even though he didn’t wish to do what she was asking of him. He slowly nodded his head, a quiet ‘ok’ slipping past his lips despite his reluctance. Micheal quickly hung up the phone after that, telling your mom good bye as he handed the phone back to Sam.

“See,” you told him as Sam left to put the phone back up, “it doesn’t hurt to be a little bit nicer to mom every once in a while.”

Micheal slowly got up out of bed, his body moving on auto pilot as he walked out of the room. “Shut up,” he told you, bumping shoulders with you as he passed. “And go put ice back on your face, I can still see how swollen it is from a good distance.”

Your hand immediately went to your face as he said that, the tips of your fingers tracing alongside your jaw and lip where you’d been hit the hardest yesterday. The swelling in you eye had gone down tremendously, you were glad that you were able to see more clearly through it but it still left a nasty bruise along your eye lid.

When you had gotten home last night the only people that were still awake was Micheal and surprisingly grampa. Micheal helped you apply gauze to any open wounds that you had and bandaged you up, while grampa helped explain what had happened to your mom that morning whilst you and your brothers slept. You remembered explaining everything to Micheal in the bathroom, crying into his shoulder while he held you gently in his arms.

That was probably the only time Micheal had been nice or even remotely gentle to you this whole week, you didn’t know how much you missed that side of him until he helped you last night. And honestly you didn’t know if you would be seeing it again any time soon.

The winds had gotten stronger outside since night came.

You’d asked grampa countless times if they were expecting bad weather but he kept assuring you that wind storms like this were pretty common in Santa Carla. But even after he had reassured you, you couldn’t help but feel like the wind storm wasn’t even the worst thing that was going to happen tonight.

Right now you sat on the kitchen counter, one leg pulled up to your chest while the other dangled and you sat there licking the peanut butter off a plastic spoon before taking another scoop from the jar.

Grampa waked in with a tie around his head and beard freshly shaved, he placed his coat on the counter right next to you and began to open nearby cabinets. “Do you see anything that will pass for aftershave?”

You gently shook your head at him, placing the plastic spoon back in your mouth. Sam glanced around the kitchen, a knife and slice of bread in his hands as he tried to find something for grampa. “How about some windex, grampa?” He asked, grabbing the blue bottle from the window ceil.

He handed it to grampa, who eagerly took it from him and pour a generous amount in his hands. You let out a soft chuckle with Sam, handing him the jar of peanut butter so he could finish making his sandwich. The soft click from the kitchen door dragged your attention over towards Micheal as he stood there watching. “Big date tonight grampa?” He asked leaning against one of the cabinets.

Grampa walked back over towards you, taking his coat from beside you and walking over to where a stuffed dog sat. “Just taking my latest project over to the ‘widowed’ Johnson.”

Micheal smirked at his grandfather, crossing his arms across his body and he glanced between the stuffed dog and back towards grampa. “What did you stuff it with? Mr. Johnson?”

Grampas smile faltered as he took in what Micheal had asked, he glanced between all three of his grandchildren before bidding farewell and leaving the house. You gently waved grampa goodbye, before turning back to your oldest brother. “Mike-“

“That wasn’t funny, Mike.” Sam told him, ignoring your attempt to talk to him.

Micheal just chuckled, leaning his head against the cabinets as grampas horn echoed down the driveway. “I thought it was.” He mumbled, taking his sunglasses off his face.

Sam rolled his eyes, turning back towards his sandwich and continued to spread peanut butter on the bread. “Whatever, I’m making you a sandwich, alright?”

“Dont bother.” He told him, shaking his head gently and he sauntered over towards the counter that you and Sam were at.

“Dont bother?” You repeated, placing your dirty spoon on a plate so you could use it later. “Mike when’s the last time you actually ate something?”

He rolled his eyes, hand trailing up to his single earring and playing with it. “Piss off.”

“And fix your attitude, Mike.” Sam told him, pointing his knife in his direction. “I think we are all beyond tired of it by now, no one here thinks your cool trying to be all big and bad.”

Micheal opened his mouth, more than likely ready to give you and Sam a smart remark or to say something stupid and walk back upstairs when headlights came on from outside and the sound of engines echoed through the house. All three of you turned towards the kitchen window, trying to see who was coming up the driveway right as they flew open and the wind began to blow even harder than it was earlier.

You quickly hopped off the counter, shutting the window right as a few trinkets that were on the window ceil had been blown off. Sam had appeared at your side aswell and helped pop the latch down to lock it. But even with that window closed more started to open up, allowing the harsh wind from outside to throw light items on the ground and cause the pots and pans hanging on the cabinets to knock into one another.

Micheal ran out of the kitchen both you and Sam right behind to see that the rest of the house was the same way. Faintly you began to hear people hooting and hollering, the noise sending an eerie shiver down your spine as it slowly got louder and louder.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Micheal began to move towards the front door, the noises outside getting louder as he did so. You heard Sam call out to your brother but it was too faint compared to everything else. You stood there in the middle of the room right as Micheal’s hand was on the knob, when he opened it you half expected a group of kids to be outside in cars making circles in the driveway or maybe even grandpa outside just trying to scare you all.

But when Micheal opened the door all you saw was nothing.

The wind had died down and the shouting had stopped, even the engines had gone away. Almost as if none of it had happened.

“What’s going on Mike?” Sam asked, hovering at your side as he peered out the door with you.

Micheal didn’t turn to face either of you and he didn’t even try to give a half assed excuse for what had happen. Instead he looked as if what had happened had truly spook him and he couldn’t explain what he witnessed. “Go take your bath.” He told Sam, closing the door with a soft click.

You laid on your bed, music coming from your cd player in soft notes. You weren’t really listening to the songs that were being played, instead your mind was still running back and forth between what had had happened earlier. After Sam had left to go take a bath you tried talking to Micheal but he just brushed you off, saying that it was just a few teenagers and that there was nothing to worry about.

But there definitely was. You could see it on his face that Micheal was scared, you knew that this wasn’t just ‘nothing’, that Micheal knows someone about what had happened outside.

You tapped your fingers against your skin, pondering if you should go downstairs and try to ask Micheal more or if he would turn you away like earlier. You let out a deep groan as you dragged your hands down your face, before getting out of bed. Walking over to your cd player you quickly ejected the disk and placed it in its rightful case.

Now that the music had stopped your room fell into an eerie silence. It’s normal for it to be nice and quiet outside with the crickets chirping and the sound of the nearby horses trotting to their resting places. But tonight was different, tonight you couldn’t hear any of those noise like you normally would. It was almost as if they were keeping quiet so that they could hide from someone, like a game of cat and mouse but more sinister almost.

A thud came from downstairs, interrupting the uneasy silence.

You almost ignored the sound but it was quickly followed by groans and coughs. You stood a bit straighter at the noise and quickly went left your room to investigate. You knew that Sam was still taking his bath since you could hear his own music playing through the bathroom door, so that could only mean Micheal was the one in any potential trouble.

Skipping a few steps at the bottom you rushed into the kitchen immediately seeing Micheal kneeling on the ground with a carton of milk emptied out on the floor beside him. You quickly rushed to his side, pulling him up by his arm and leaning him against your body. “Micheal? Micheal what wrong?” You asked leading him towards the island stool so he could sit down.

He didn’t answer you, in fact he stayed quiet as he held onto his stomach in pain while you urged him to sit down. “Michael tell me what’s wrong, is it your stomach? Did something happen to it? Do I need to call Mom?”

This time he started to answer you, he shook his head quickly, sweat dripping from the ends of his curly hair as he held onto you. “No, please don’t tell mom. I- I don’t want her to see me like this.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “you don’t want her to see you like this? Micheal your in pain, you probably need to go to the doctor. Now, Sam said something about grampa having a car outside in the shed, I’ll help you to it if I could just move you-“

“No doctor either.” He quickly told you, this time holding onto the chair when you tried to lift him back up.

“Then what it is Micheal, you are obviously in pain. What’s wrong? Just tell me please so I can help you.” You begged, holding onto him when he started to sway on the stool. But again he shook his head, holding onto his stomach tighter as his face contoured in pain. “God dammit, Micheal. I’m calling mom, she’s gonna take you to the doctor and then you will explain to them what wrong alright?”

You pulled out of his grip when he tried to grab you again, a panicked look mixing in with his pained one as you quickly walked towards the telephone. You plucked the item off of its hook, placing it by your ear as you began to dail your moms number.

“David.”

Your finger hovered over the last digit, the white noise playing through the phone echoing in your ear as you tried to process what Micheal just told you. You pulled the phone away, still holding it in your hand but it now rested by your hip and you faced you brother. “What about David?”

Micheal slowly stood up, he still held onto his stomach but he look more scared that in pain right now. “Y/n, please just listen to me, alright? It’s gonna sound stupid but please, just listen.” He was now holding onto your arms, the tips of his fingers digging into your skin as he looked at you with pleading eyes, you gently nodded your head.

“I don’t know how well you know David and his group, but they are not what they seem. If you call mom, the police or even the hospital, they will kill you.” His grip tightened, this time you let out a hiss of pain but he continued without a second thought. “Y/n, please I’m not trying to scare you, but they are fucked up. They will kill you if they knew that you know and I can’t have them do that. Ok? I don’t want them to kill you or anyone else in this family if you all found out.”

You let go of the phone and tried to pull off Micheal’s hands, but he wouldn’t let go he just kept on holding onto you with a tight grip. “Mike, you can let me go-“

“They are messed up, they tricked me into doing something stupid and now I’m probably stuck with it for the rest of my life. I- I don’t want to kill you, or Sam but I probably will end up doing it.” He continued, you began to start panicking at his words.

“Micheal, please let me go.”

“I’m trying to tell you y/n that they turned me into this, they fucked me up and they will more than liking do the same thing to you if end up calling someone.” He shook you slightly when you looked away, forcing you to look into his eyes. Only this time they weren’t the same —- color they always were but instead they were a dull yellow. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond scared right now and I don’t even know how I’m holding myself back as I speak. But you and Sam aren’t safe, you aren’t safe here or even in Santa Carla.

“I’ve heard them talk about you at the cave, they even asked me about you sometimes and I don’t know if they are planning to kill you or something but I won’t let them. Okay? I would rather them kill me that them kill you or Sam, or worse turn you into me.” You continue to stare at your brother with horror, his still looked scared but he was starting to not look like Micheal anymore.

He was starting to look like a monster.

“Micheal, you said that they messed with you,” he just nodded, his eyes darting from his hands that were still holding onto you tightly to a spot on your neck. “What exactly did they do to you?” You felt like you knew the answer to the question, but you wanted Micheal to be the one to tell.

Micheal swallowed hard, as if trying to satiate an urge he had rooted deep in his body. “I- they… it all just happened so fast I don’t even know where to begin.”

You opened you mouth, not knowing if you wanted to encourage him to continue or if you were too scared to even know what happened. But right as you started to speak again you heard a soft growl coming from the hallway. “Mike?”

“It was that stupid bedazzled wine glass,” Micheal continued ignoring your concern. “They made me drink it, and it tasted like- like it was sweet and addictive and I haven’t been the same since.”

“Mike, I think there is something-” you cut yourself off when your back hit the wall, your breath knocked out of your lungs as Micheal stared down at you with his percing yellow eyes.

“Your not even fucking listening to me.” He shouted, jostling your body once more to try to get you to focus on him. “I’m trying to warn you, trying to tell you how to avoid all of this and your not even fucking listening.”

“Mike, I am listening, but-“

You both hit the ground, a soft yet heavy body had thrown itself onto the both of you. Micheal released his grip on your forearms, allowing you to embrace the impact with the hardwood floor to the best of your ability as the sound of growling and grunts met your ears.

Lifting your head you were met with the sight of Nanook on top of Micheal. The dog seemed to be attacking your brother, whereas Micheal was trying his best to throw the dog off of himself with out injuring him. Nanook bit down on Micheal’s arm, his teeth ripping past his shirt and digging into his skin beneath. “Nanook!” You shouted, quickly getting back on your feet and racing to the dog. You put your arms tightly around the dogs body and lifted him off of your brother.

Nanook didn’t stop his growling as Micheal curled into himself, grabbing his arm right as blood dripped down his fingers. The house grew quiet as you took in the situation before you; Micheal was bleeding on the ground, thankfully his ripped shirt was soaking up most of the red liquid, grandpa could be back any moment from Miss. Johnson’s. The house was a mess and Sam-

“Mike?”

You quickly poked your head out of the kitchen, noticing Sam in his bathrobe slowly coming down the stairs. Shit, how are you going to explain any of this to Sam?

“Y/n?”

You didn’t have a whole lot of time to come up with a story about Micheal, about why he looked like he does or even why Nanook attached him. “Kitchen.” You muttered weekly, unsure if your brother could have actually heard you or not but you did hear his foot steps grow closer.

Nanook let out a soft whine, his tail wagging gently against your legs when he noticed Sam’s presence. You released the dog and let him trot over to Sam, you watched as he trailed behind him the closer they got to the kitchen.

You glanced back at Micheal, a nervous pit forming in your stomach at what Sam would think when he see’s his brother looking like a monster. Though when you glanced back at him, his face wasn’t as monstrous as it was earlier. Infact, his face was smoothed back out and his eyes were back to its deep blue, your brother was back to his normal self

“Mike, what happened?” You turned back to the door, Sam stood a few feet away, his eyes glued to the blood seeping from Micheal’s arm.

Micheal trailed his eyes from you to Sam, sweat starting to trickle down his forehead and nose. “Nanook.” He offered weakly, his voice barely heard through the quiet kitchen.

“What the hell did you do to my dog?” Sam shouted, pulling Nanook into his embrace as he backed away from Micheal.

“I didn’t do anything,” Micheal defended. “He’s the one that bit me.”

Sam gave the dog a quick once over, making sure that Micheal rang true to his words. “Then why did he bite you, huh? What did you do to him.”

Ever so slowly Micheal got off the ground, a small puddle of blood left where he laid as he stood to his full height. “He was protecting her.” He muttered, nodding his head over to where you stood form a distance.

“Then what the hell did you do to her?” Sam accused, giving you the same once over he gave Nanook. “She’s already got a messed up face, I don’t think she needs you to hurt her even more.”

“Sam I’m fine.” You told him, your arms crossing your chest and gently poking at your arms. You could already feel the muscles growing sore from the tight grip Micheal had on you.

Sam shook his head, water droplets landing throughout the kitchen as he did so. “Bull shit, something happened in here and I want to know what the hell he did.”

Your hands found your face, rubbing at your eyes and cheeks to try and keep yourself from lashing out at your younger brother. He’s just scared, you told yourself. He’s scared and worried, just keep calm and try not to freak him out.

“Sam, I need you to go back upstairs, Micheal and I will handle this-“

“Your reflection.” Sam pointed out, his finger gesturing to the mirror right behind Micheal.

You glanced past Micheal towards the mirror, you let out a soft gasp when you didn’t see your brothers reflection staring back at you. You waved your hand up and down behind Micheal just to see yourself and Sam in the mirror.

“Your a creature of the night, Micheal.” Sam shouted, grabbing Nanook by his collar and pushing him out the kitchen. “Just like in my comics”

Micheal shook his head, the situation falling rapidly. “Sam-“

“My own brother, a god damned shit-sucking vampire.” Sam quickly grabbed your upper arm, pulling you up the stairs behind him. “Just wait til I tell mom.”

“No, Sam!” Micheal yelled, quickly jogging up the stairs as both you and your youngest brother ran up the steps. “Y/n!”

Sam ignored Micheal’s yelling, pulling you into his bedroom and locking both the main door and bathroom door right as Micheal tried to come barging in. “Sam, please!”

“No, stay away.” Sam yelled back, running to the phone on his nightstand and quickly dialing a number. “It’ll be safer for me and Y/n if we didn’t get killed by your blood sucking fangs.”

“He’s a vampire.” You muttered to yourself, your mind drifting and focusing on everything that Micheal had told you tonight. David and the others ‘tricked’ Micheal and now he’s a Vampire. His whole face changed and he was looking at you like he was going to kill and eat you right there in the kitchen.

God, what if Nanook didn’t come in and attacked Micheal earlier? Would he have killed you? Your own brother ending your life before you’ve even started it.

“I’m not killing my brother!” Sam shouted into the phone, pulling you away from your thoughts and back to the situation at hand.

“Who the hell are you talking to?” You asked coming over to Sam and placing your ear to the other side of the phone.

“It’s the Frogs brothers, they are experts in this situation.” Sam told you, leaning back to take a few of his vampire comics and flipped through the pages.

“That’s right, y/n.” A young teenage voice said through the phone. “We will take care of this situation but first you two have to either kill your brother or kill the head vampire.”

You leaned away from the phone, facing Sam with an annoyed expression. “Why the hell are you putting our brothers life in the hands of children?”

“Men.” Another voice corrected through the phone.

“A man child.” You argued back.

Sam snatched the phone back from you, “look I’m not killing my brother, is there any other way?”

There was short pause, and you dreaded the answer before they even gave it. “Find some garlic and stakes, and may god have mercy on your souls.” Then the line went dead.

“Some experts.” You muttered, laying back on Sam’s bed as you rubbed your eyes.

“What are we going to do?” Sam asked, petting Nanooks head as his eyes darted from the bedroom door to you.

“I don’t know.” You told him, sitting back up on the bed and facing your younger brother. “But, what I do know is that we shouldn’t panic. We need to have a level head in this situation.”

Sam nodded along, muttering level head over and over as he started to pace his bedroom.

Loud crashes and shouting came from next door, Micheal sounded like he was struggling but you knew better than to go and help him now.

Then the phone rang.

Almost instantly Sam picked it up and answered who ever was calling. A part of you wondered if he was hoping that it was the frog brothers and they were called to give actual help but you soon heard your mothers voice sound through the phone instead.

‘Hi, sweetie,’ her voice cut through the room with such gentlness compared to everything that’s been happening. ‘I’m just checking in on you guys’

“Mom, I think we need to have a very long talk about something.” Sam quickly told her, his words coming out rushed and mixed in. “It’s about Micheal.”

‘What about Micheal?’ You could hear your mothers concern through the phone and you remembered what Micheal had told you in the kitchen about her knowing the truth. Without much thought, you grabbed the phone from Sam’s hold, taking it to your ear and ready to give her a quick and easy lie when Micheal’s yelling started to come through the phone. ‘Is that Micheal? Is he alright’

“He’s fine mom,” you lied, ignoring your brothers pleading for help. “Micheal’s just a private issue, and he doesn’t want you to get worried about him.”

‘Who’s making that noise?’ She asked, the shouting from Micheal getting louder through both the phone and around you.

“Mom, we can’t talk about this right now.” You told her, trying to get her to hang up the phone without seeming too rude or out of ordinary.

In an instant Sam snatched the phone back from you, “mom, this is important it’s about Micheal.”

“Don’t listen to him mom, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.” Micheal’s voice cut through the phone, ignoring Sam’s attempt to warn your mother. “He just had a bad dream he’s delirious.”

Sharp knocks then came from Sam’s window, both you and your brother twisted to around to see Micheal hanging sideways from his own room. “What the fuck?” You muttered, taking a step towards Micheal.

Sam then began to scream into the phone, begging your mom to come back home and proclaiming that someone was going to kill him. You could hear your moms shouting through the other side of the phone, you could tell how scared she was for all three of you.

“Open the window!” Micheal began to scream, hitting his fist harder against the glass every time. “Y/n! Sammy, help me!”

Sam pulled at the back of your shirt, keeping you away from the window when you started to drift to close for his liking. “Stay back!” He shouted, using his fingers to make a cross. “Stay back!”

“Sam!” You shouted, unsure which brother to help at the moment.

“You’re a vampire.” He continued to shout, “I knew you were a vampire.”

Micheal shook his head, holding onto the window seal with all his might as he tried to pursued his brother. “No im your brother,” he shouted back, hitting his fist against the glass once more. “I wouldn’t kill you, either of you. Just please open the window.”

He continued to beg, his eye boring into both you and Sam as he waited for one of your to help him. Slowly Sam took a step forward, then another until he was at the window. And in and instants he unlatched the lock and allowed Micheal inside.

You quickly rushed over to Sam’s side helping him pull Micheal through the window, each holding onto his sides with as much strength as you can muster in case he would float off if you even slightly loosened your grip.

“Thank you,” Micheal mumbled his head hung low as he gripped onto you both just as tightly. “Thank you.”

You didn’t say anything back, you just focused on holding onto your brother until he had calmed down. And even after that you continued to hold onto him, not taking the chance at letting him go for even just a second.

“How do we fix this?” Sam asked after a moment. “The flying?”

Micheal shook his head, “I don’t know, I think I’m supposed to control it but I don’t know how. Until then I may need something to keep me tethered to the ground.”

“What about moms ankle weights?” You asked, grip never letting up on your older brother.

Micheal shook his head, fingers tightening ever so slowly on both you and Sam. “I am not wearing moms ankle weights.” He told you, black curls swishing back and forth as he said did so. “I would rather float away than wear those.”

“Well I’m not gonna hold onto you the entire night, Micheal.” Sam hissed, his mind still racing over the fact that his own brother was vampire.

You tightened your hand over Micheal’s gently lifting him up on both feet, “look, Sam has already called mom. Knowing her she is already on her way freaked out, maybe if we just explained the situation to her when she gets here-“

“No, we are not telling mom.” Micheal quickly turned down, “I don’t want to bring her into the middle of this.”

“Not to be that person, Mikey, but I think she is pretty much already in the middle of this if her son is a blood sucking vampire.”

You slapped the back of Sam’s head, giving him a stern look when he met your gaze. “Look we will figure this out together, okay? We won’t bring mom into this until it is absolutely necessary, got it?” They both gave soft nod at your words. “Good, now until then we need to get Micheal back on his feet and staying on them.”

“I think I’ll be fine if you guys let me go.” Micheal told you both, gently releasing his grip ever so slowly. “I think I have a little bit of control over it now.”

“You think? Mike, we need you to know, I don’t want to be doing this for the rest of my life because you think you won’t take off like fricken Mary Poppins.” Sam scolded, releasing Micheal completely and watching as he stood still with both his feet still on the ground.

“She had an umbrella.” you stated, also watching Micheal in case he would suddenly take off. “I would have said ET.”

“ET couldn’t fly.”

“Yeah, he did.” You argued. “They had a whole scene talking about how he was stuck on earth because his flying shit stopped working.”

“No, he didn’t. He crashed on earth and they had to use a bike to get him back home.”

“Sam, that’s not what-“

“Shut up.” Micheal snapped, hitting the both of you with the back of his hand. “We have bigger issues to worry about than if ET could fucking fly.” He then gestured out Sam’s window where headlights flashed in the distance. “Moms home, so when she gets inside we are going to act like everything’s fine and that Sam just had a bad dream alright?”

“Why the hell do I have to be the one that has a problem?”

“Because I already told mom that you were freaking out about your stupid horror comics and that’s the story that we are sticking with.”

“I still don’t think-“

“Sam! Sweetheart, are you alright?”

All three of you froze, none of you heard your mom entering the house and none of you had a chance to clean the huge mess that you’d left around the house. You gently nudged Sam’s shoulder, encouraging him to answer mom before she starts to worry more than she already was.

“Yeah, mom, I’m alright. Just… uh, bad dream was all, we’ll be down in a second.” He called back after a second, he glanced back at Micheal, making sure he wasn’t Vamped out before leaving his bedroom with you and your older brother right behind him.

Sam let Micheal infront of him, not wanting to face moms worriedness just yet. “Just act normal,” Micheal told you both as he led the way to the stairs. “Mom won’t freak out if we don’t look like something was wrong.”

“Yeah, cause nothing has been wrong with tonight.” You muttered beneath your breath, trailing a foot or two behind Micheal right before you chest bumped into his back.

Micheal stopped at the top of the stairs, causing both you and Sam to run straight into him. You opened your mouth to get on to the older boy about being in the way, but whatever words you were going to say died quickly in your mouth.

Standing in the foyer of the house stood four familiar men, the smell of smoke slowly wafting up to meet your nose. You cringed in disgust.

Beside the four stood your mom, who had a warming smile plastered on her face for her house guests. “I invited them inside,” she said after no one spoke for a minute or so. “They’ll be joining us for dinner tonight.”

Shit.

A/a/n: ok so I have the next chapter majority of the way complete, all I have to do is sit down and actually write. But I wanted to kinda end this chapter that doesn’t follow the plot of the movie scene by scene, so this is probably the last chapter where it follows the movie. :)

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(Un)lucky- a blessing or a curse? pt.1/?. A yellowjackets fanfic

!!! disclaimer- english is NOT my native language so there for sure will be grammar mistakes!!!

edit: made a playlist for this fic so you can feel worse🥰🫶🏻 -> here

edit: next chapter -> here

!!platonic yellowjackets x reader!! but! it MIGHT be romantic one later on, i still dont know if i want to make it romantic or nah (if yes it would be lottie x reader or lottienat x reader but fr i dunno yet)

WC: 4.8k

TW: depression, suicide thoughts, anxiety, psych institute, mention of selfharm, alcohol, drugs and overdose. In short, this whole ff is a TW itself. It is not a HAPPY fiction, at the end there might be happiness but not for the first few chapters:,) so if you are looking for a happy fic, LEAVE 😭 you have been warned sweetie🥹

AN: However if you STILL want to read this cause you are interested, i am putting a trigger warning to where the selfharm or overdose will be talked about, you can skip that part:] its not detailed, but it could trigger someone, so just in case it will be there.

Also! lmfao the drawing was made poorly at 3 am, but it fullfills the purpose of what i tried to describe and had in my mind soo, just dont look at it too much (its picture with a lots of lines so it would look like a drawing, i was so f lazy to actually draw the whole thing, i admit)

also i see this as 3-4 part story, but dunno yet, we will see🙂‍↕️

anyway enjoy this shitty fanfic🫶🏻

(Un)lucky to you, you couldnt go with yellowjackets, to go with them to nationals, due to getting a horrible flu 2 days before they were supposed to fly.

You werent on the team, but you were their "lucky charm" as they loved to call you. Each time you went to their game, they won.

They were your friends, close friends even.

Till this day you dont know if getting sick was a luck or curse.

Thats why you are now curled up in a ball in your bed in a psych ward institute, feeling empty and lonely after another electro shock therapy that you have been getting a lot lately.

A single tear fell down your face as you hugged your knees to your chest more.

You cant believe its been over a year since they were proclaimed dead and since your life took a turn upside down. When everything turned dark. Since you lost yourself. You still remember that day like it was yesterday, even tho its been a year since your breakdown and when the hell started. A loop you cant escape.

You closed your eyes as you curled up more into a ball, hugging your knees as you repeated "they are dead, they are dead" all over again. Thats what they have been telling you for months anyway, especially after electro shock therapy when you are the most vulnerable and easily to be manipulated during the few minutes after it.

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(flashback)

Its been a month since their plane got lost somewhere on their way to nationals.

You couldnt sleep, coulnt eat and were checking news every single moment you could. Hoping, no scratch that, you were WISHING to hear that they found them all alive and healthy. You felt in your heart that they are alive, you feel it..

You grabbed Lotties hoodie she lent you when you were cold one time on one of their games, its an ugly blue and yellow color, significant to your highschool (p1), but you were happy to wear it that time due to too being cold. You never returned it, and honestly you didnt even want to, its not like Lottie minded that. Nat gave you one of her old school team jacket (p2) too so you are warm, you were shivering like a chichuana that night because you just wore a tshirt and a flannel as you sat on bleachers cheering for them as you always did, they all laughed at your shivering state that time, but were smiling at you with pure adoration. Taissa gave you her beanie (p3) so you arent that cold.

They all adored you, you might have not been on the team, but sure they treated you like you were. After all, you all were friends and loved each other.

With a sad smile you put the hoodie on and as well the jacket, its raining today and you have this weird feeling inside of your chest, like anxiety and no matter how much you try to shake it off, you cant. You just shruggled it off, its probably the lack of sleep, stress, sadness and lack of energy in your body since you dont eat that much ever since they went missing. All you can focus is "what happened to them and where are they".

You wore Lotties hoodie and Nats jacket for the past month almost on daily basis as a form of comfort.

You couldnt check the news today like you always did before going to school due to being late, so with a quick motion you grabbed your backpack from the ground and went to school with this uncomfortable feeling in your chest, clinging onto the clothes of your lost friends, deep in your thoughts.

As you walked to school you could see some of you classmates giving you those sad looks you grow to get used to over the past month. Everyone in school knew how close you were to them. And everyone knew you didnt take the news well. But today, they were different, they felt different, they were filled with guilt and pity.

The weird feeling in your chest grew more intense the more you get closer, it felt like a gut feeling that something is wrong as you took steps closer to the school front door.

Hugging the jacket closer to your body as you went thru the front door and met with more looks like the ones outside. You knew something is not right.

"Everyone please meet im gym in 10 minutes" was heard from the announcement thru the reproductor from the principal office, she only uses this when theres something important. The uncomfortable feeling grew in extreme now, your chest tightening, your fingers getting cold, a lump in your throat forming in your chest and you are getting nauseous.

You didnt like this feeling, not at all. Its the same one you had, when you got caught cheating on your test in sixth grade.

As you sat on the gym bleachers in the front row due to being the only empty spaces avaible, everyone was whispering, but you couldnt make out what it was, you felt uncomfortable with all those stares.

"Hello everyone" said the principal into the microphone as the rest of the teachers stand next to her with sad eyes and serious expressions. And you knew something is not right.

"As most of you know, today, our beloved yellowjackets, coach Scott and coach Marinez with his sons and pilots were proclaimed dead after one month of intense searching of their missing plane" the principal said with a sad tone as she looked around.

Your heart stopped, your whole body freezing at her words. Your breath stoping mid breath take. You couldnt believe what you were hearing. No, they are not dead. They cant be. They are alive.

You feel them. You still feel the connection.

You stand from your seat "w-what? n-no they cant be dead, they are NOT dead" you said with a shaky voice snd disbelief written all over your face as you looked at the principal ignoring the sad pity expression of your classmates and teachers "t-they are NOT dead. I- I can feel them" you pointed at your heart "t-they are not dead" you repeated. "They cant be dead" you whispered as your eyes filled with tears and the feeling that you had since morning overtaking your body completely.

The principal looked at you with sad expression and said into a microphone "i know its hard to believe, but they proclaimed them dead an hour ago sweetie. Im so sorry, i know they were your best friends" she finished with a sad smile looking at you.

Your whole world stopped and started spiralling when the news set in .

You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, a slow heartbeat. A ringing in your ears grow higher. Coldness going thru your body, fingertips being ice cold and knees growing weak.

The uncomfortable feeling in your chest grew to a point you could feel it in your veins as you started hypervilating. All those memories of your friends filling your brain, all those moments you laughed, moments you shared, moments of when you were just happy filling your brain as tears starts to roll down your face as you repeated "no" all over again and before you even knew it, you fall down on your knees with shaky hands clutching the jacket that you wore and belonged to Nat like your life depended on it as you rocked yourself back and forth on your knees.

You didnt know that you were having a breakdown. You didnt know that this moment was your last day of peace.

A last day, when you were you.

You didnt know you fell into a psychosis that will last a for months.

Before you knew it, the principal went from the stage with other teachers right next to you, trying to calm you down even when they were panicking inside, but it didnt work out, they couldnt help you to calm down, so they called an ambulance that took you to hospital, where you got sedatives and stayed a day and night in there.

The next 2 months were in blur, you were either drunk or high on drugs. Constantly out of your mind. Running from your thoughts, hallucinations and feelings. You barely spoke to anyone, unless it was someone who gave you drugs or someone who would bought you alcohol. When you were in school, you were barely present, you were physically there, but mentally you were somewhere else. Your grades dropped drastically, but you could care less. The pain and emptiness was just too much for you to bear, so you drowned them in alcohol, drugs and sleepless nights you sometimes shared with strangers who offered you those things you couldnt get due to being underage in exchange of funny business with them. You didnt care anymore so you did it. Even tho you hated it. But thats what you deserved, you thought. You deserved to hate yourself.

You did everything you could to stop the empty feeling in your chest. The feeling of missing your friends. The guilt of being alive when they are not. The guilt of not being able to do anything about it. The guilt to be able to breathe and live your life when they cant. You knew they were alive, you KNEW it. You feel it. You still feel them. Even after 3 months since they went missing. You felt it in your heart and gut, that they are alive.

As you left the bed of one of the guys from college you met just 3 hours ago and dont even remember his name, the one who bought you alcohol and drugs. You grabbed Lotties hoodie that you wear basically on daily basis now from the ground and put your jeans back on yourself and you left his room.

!! (tw:mention of selfharm and overdose) !!

When you got home, you felt all those feelings again. The alcohol and drugs are not enough anymore. They last just for a few hours now. They last few hours before you start seeing them again, or randomly hearing them calling you, telling you they are alive.

The things that helped you escape for the last 3 months are not enough anymore.

As you sit on your bed, looking into nothing, completely wasted, tired, helpless, lost and just done with pretending everything is okay. You looked to your left, knowing the razor is there, you put it under your book to hide it from your parents.

You standed up, took the book into your hand, looking at the shiny razor that the moon was shining at, making it more pleasant and beautiful than any other days.

You gently grabbed it in between your fingers and putting the book into its previous position.

Sitting back into your bed, playing with the razor in your hands, thinking whether you should do it or no.

You knew it would be an escape. You could be with your friends again if you just did it.

You wanted to do it so badly. You wanted the pain to stop forever, you wanted to be free from all of it, and not just for a few hours.

But you couldnt, the feeling in your gut telling you that they are still alive is still there.

With a sigh and one swift move, lotties hoodie is off your body, making you sit on your bed just in your bra and jeans.

You looked at your body, seeing all those old and new scars and cuts you made over the last 2 months. You were punishing yourself.

Only if you werent sick you could have been with them. Either dead, but with them or whenever the hell are they now. With tears in your eyes you cut yourself again and again and again, until your brain was satisfied with it, like you did in the past few weeks. Making a slight relieve from the mental pain with a physical one.

This wasnt the moment that lead you to psych ward where you were for over a year.

No.

It was your overdose that happened few weeks after this.

You overdosed accidentally at a party few weeks later and you were so close to the end of the misery, but (un)lucky to you, someone called an ambulance on the party you sneaked with the same guy from college.

You woke up the next day in hospital, where your parents were with you. Your mother crying as she held your hand waiting for you to wake up snd your father with stoic face snd guilt snd hurt flashing in his eyes.

Unknown to you, your parents were informed about your cuts and scars all over your body that you were hiding. And even all the drugs and other things in your system.

(end of mentioned selfharm and overdose)

That day, your father decided you are going into a psych ward. They both saw how their child is destroying herself in front of their eyes. They both knew you were hurting, still believing your friends are alive. You told them few times you randomly saw them, talked to them or even felt them. But they werent here.

It was just your brain playing tricks.

(end of flashback)

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And thats where you are now, 19 months after the plane crashed. In a psych ward, because your life ended the day your friends were proclaimed dead.

Dead without you being able to tell them you loved them. Without hugging them last time. Without seeing their faces one more time.

After months of therapy, after multiple shock therapy and other tortuous ways you rather forgot. You started believing they are indeed dead. Its been couple of weeks since you gave up. Since you, for the first time being locked here, told your therapist 'they are dead' in defeated voice as you started believing.

Knowing you will never get a closure of what happened to them. The plane was never found, their bodies were never found. There still was a chance, but then again, its been 19 months..

They are dead.

You accepted it.

You accepted, that they are never coming back. That your friends are never coming back.

That you will never see their faces again.

You will never tell Lottie you liked her more than a best friend should.

You will never listen to your favourite bands new music with Natalie as you always did.

Never tell a new joke to Van.

Never ask Jackie for her opinion about clothes.

Never show your drawings to Shauna.

Never talk about your random thoughts with Misty.

Never talk about your new view of bible with Laura Lee.

Never ask about opinion to Taissa when you needed her to give you a realistic point of view.

And never hear a sarcastic remark from Mari again..

You were officially defeated. You accepted that they are gone and as well your old self.

You accepted all of that few weeks ago in a therapy session, you were forced to say it out loud, write it and say each girls name with "x is dead and never coming back. She died in a plane crash'.

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Now you are sitting in a common area, drawing as you listen to the television news. Not paying attention to it at all. You felt dead inside, empty and defeated. You were sketching, feeling a little happy that you were allowed to do that again.

You werent allowed near anything that could cause you harm unless you were under vision of someone, usually your therapist or a guard.

You didnt know what privacy is at this point.

You grew attached to one of the guards in here. Her name is Martha, a 50 year old lady who was sweet to you.

She, even tho she shouldnt, after almost every electro shock therapy you got and was there, went to your room and was with you until you fell asleep, rubbing your back, telling you random stories and sometimes sneaked a lollipop to you.

Life sucked, but Martha was shoving sympathy and giving you comfort you havent felt in months. She knew why you are here. She was there the whole time of your stay in the psych ward.

You didnt talk to anyone.

After your overdose you went kind of nonverbal.

Barely speaking.

You still dont talk that much.

You dont want to talk, you lost your will and has no desire to talk. But with Martha, you sometimes talk.

"Breaking news the girl soccer team Yellowjackets that went missing 19 months ago was found alive. They were found in canadian wilderness in critical condition. Only few of them survived"

The voice of the guy in the news cathed your attention as you eyes shot back into the screen of the television from your sketch book.

He was at the airpot and you saw few of them walking out of the plane. A very small amount of people wearing black hoodies over their heads as security hid them from paparazzi and cameras.

You looked at Martha with wide eyes, shaky hands and Martha looked at you with pure shock and panic from across the room as she started walking to you. She knew you will not take that well.

"d-did you see that t-too or im going crazy again?" you asked above whisper with a shaky voice as you started panicking inside, tears filling your eyes as you started breaking the pencil in your grip as you looked at Marthas face with tears.

You were getting better, you havent had a hallucinations in months. You havent seen their faces for months. You thought you were getting better..

Martha pulled you into a hug and started rubbing your back, holding you tightly, trying to calm you down, not wanting you to go into a psychosis again or getting a breakdown or hurting yourself again (you were put on a suicide watch couple of time during the few months there, thats why you werent allowed to be near anything sharp).

"yes i did, you are not crazy sweetheart. You were right the whole time" she held you close to her chest as she whispered with panic and disbelief in her face that you couldnt see as other guards ran to you both.

Same expression on their faces.

But they knew the protocol, they knew that they had to sedate you in order to calm you down.

The whole personal knew about you. After all, you were the youngest patient in here. They knew why you were here and they all saw you how defeated you were for weeks now.

How broken you become.

You were still alive but dead inside. You were a walking corpse for weeks after you admitted that your friends are dead. You became the last problematic patient here. You did ehat you were told, you didnt argue, you didnt fight, and you took your medication without any tricks (for a few months there you didnt take it, you kept it hidden in your mouth or throw it up afterwards). They were seeing your hope/life leave your body completely.

Which made some of them heart break. When you first got there, you were snappy. You used to talk in your room to yourself, saying the girls name, pretending like they are here (you saw them, due to hallucination), you were fighting against the guards when they had to take you to electro shock therapy. You were fighting with therapist and telling everyone that they are alive for months. So seeing you so defeated and so broken made some of them feel bad. They knew the things they had to do, they knew that some of the treatment wasnt even legal, but they HAD to go thru the protocol. After all, this was the most prestigious psych ward near Wiskayok.

The guards look at Martha and she looked at them as she held you closer 'im so sorry sweetie, you know we need to' all you could do is just to nod, you were done fighting back. After all they all just did their job and you needed to feel calm, knowing you would crash out if you didnt get that sedatives, so you cling to Martha and closing your eyes.

Wanting this feeling to go away.

They were dead. They were dead and you didnt hallucinate them for months, so why now?

One of the guards put the syringe with sedatives into your shoulder whispering a silent sorry.

You woke up in your bed, chained down. With a sigh as you knew why. Martha and you talked a lot. Well, technically she talked and you listened and sometimes answered or asked a question. She told you, that if theres a huge trigger for a patient and it gets triggered, theres a protocol they need to follow. They sedate the patient and meanwhile they are out, they chain them into their bed, so they wouldnt hurt themselves or others.

"oh my sweet girl" Marthas sweet voice breaks your thoughts as you look at her with this hollow look you keep giving everyone for weeks. Martha sits next to your bed as she holds your cheek, rubbing it gently as her eyes are filled with tears.

"you were right the whole time" she smiles at you "you were never crazy, my poor little girl" a single tear falls down her cheek.

You hated seeing her like this, so with a horsed voice you answered her which made her heart swell even more.

"no i was not, they were dead. They are dead. They died when the plane crashed"

you said with empty eyes.

"but they found them, they are ali-" Martha couldnt finish the sentence because you cut her off.

"No Martha, they are dead. They dont exist anymore. They died 19 moths ago"

Martha just nodded before she was called somewhere else. Leaving you all alone, chained to your bed.

You were telling the truth tho. They died. They are dead. Those girls are not the same ones you once knew. They are different people. Even if they survived, they are dead. Same as you. Even tho, you are breathing. You died the day when they were proclaimed dead 18 months ago a month after they dissapiered.

All you could feel was nothing. After all those electro shocks you went thru, all those horrible treatments, and all those medicaments you started taking, you lost all your emotions. All you could feel is emptiness, a hollow hole inside your chest. You mourned them and gave them your goodbye weeks ago, or even months ago now. You dont know how long its been.

You dont even feel happy that you were right about them being alive the whole time. You dont feel anything really. You just laid in the bed like a lifeless body, staring into nothing. With this empty feeling in your chest you have had for months now.

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Couple weeks later, you were sketching in your sketchbook again with Martha by your side as you both sat at a table, your legs criss crossed, wearing the ugly psych ward white clothes you have on yourself for more than a year now. You havent spoke a word for weeks now. Last time you did speak, was like 2 days after the news in television, asking Martha to tell you who were the survivors.

When she told you it was Lottie, Nat, Taissa, Van, Misty, Travis and Shauna all you did was just nod.

You are sketching in your book with this empty look in your face you have had for months. Martha sitting by your side watching you.

You enjoy her company a lot, she provides you comfort in some way. Sometimes you wonder if your paths would cross if it wasnt for you being a patient in a psych ward she works for. But who knows.

That was before Martha looked in front of her, where standed Lottie in her outside clothes with two guards by her side.

Marthas eyes widen and looked at you in panic.

Lottie sat next to you on a chair. Her heart breaking at the sigh of you, still not noticing her presence yet. You looked empty inside.

Unknown to you, after few weeks after they got rescued, each one of them asked about you after they got more comfortable to get back into society. They wondered why you havent reached out to them. Why you havent showed up. It was so unlike you and it made them wonder. After they all were done with doctors and therapy sessions. Their parents told them what happened to you (Lottie told Nat). They told them how you had a crash out, overdosed on drugs and got put into a psych ward where you have been staying for over a year.

Lottie asked her father for more details, demanding to know where you are. All of them wanted to know your current situation.

So when Lottie found from her father and read your file, she told everyone. They all couldnt believe that their friend, who was so full of life, their "sunshine" their "lucky charm" and someone who brought so much comfort and love, ended up like this. They all read the file. Their heart breaking at the details of it.

They all wanted to visit you, but they didnt want to make your situation worse. They all wanted to hug you, they all wanted to tell you how much they missed you, how they thought of you during the 19 months out there and how much it meant to them, that you didnt give up on them being alive. They just wanted to give you the love you always gave them. But they knew, they cant do that, yet.

So thats why Lottie is now sitting next to you, staring at you with this face you grew so familiar with in here. A look of guilt, pity and sadness.

Martha still didnt say anything, she was just staring at you and Lottie. The guards were near and ready to jump if it was needed.

"hey.." said Lottie quietly, her heart breaking at the sigh of you. You looked so broken, you looked like a child. So innocent snd so broken. Your eyes were empty, your face emotionless as you drew into your sketchbook.

"hey" you said quietly without looking at her as you continued to draw.

"whatchu drawing" Lottie asked gently as she looked at the drawing. She wanted to say so much, she wanted to hug you so badly, but she was informed by the psych crew to not do that.

Without a word you pulled the sketchbook to her, showing her the drawing as you finally looked at her.

And Lotties heart broke even more. Your beautiful eyes that once held so much life and love, were now empty, filled with pain and sadness. The dark circles under your eyes and visible weight loss since the last time she saw you broke her heart and it took everything in her not to pull you into a thigh hug.

"its beautiful" Lottie said with shaking voice as she tried not to cry as she looked at the drawing and then at you again.

Martha put a hand on your shoulder

"Sweetheart, its time for your pills" she said gently, rubbing her hand on your shoulder.

You looked at her "okay" you answered her quietly, as your grabbed your sketchbook and standed up, looking at Lottie with this empty eyes of yours. You thought for a moment before you ripped the page and gave it to her.

"You liked it maam, keep it" you said before you started walking away to where you get the pills. Leaving Lottie flabbergasted, confused and heartbroken with Martha and the one of the guards leaving right behind you, just in case. And the other one staying to escort Lottie back.

Lottie looked at the drawing and heart swelling, until Martha broke the silence. Putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Im so sorry sweetie, she does not recognise you. You dont look like the way she remembers you. She thinks you are a stranger" Martha says with a gentle voice and Lottie has to keep everything in her to not cry.

"how?" Lottie asks above a whisper as she looks at the drawing thats in her hands.

"its probably all the electro shocks she went thru sweetie, it fucked her brain and memory. She does not even remember her favourite color" Martha says sadly with a gentle tone as she rubs her thumb over her shoulder. Trying to comfort Lottie as much as she can.

After Lottie leaves the psych ward, the rest is waiting outside for Lottie. When they see Lotties state, they knew it went badly.

"how is she?" asked Misty hopefully even tho she knew its probably a stupid thing to ask, she read your file, they all did.

Lottie without a word runs and hugs Nat tightly and cries into her shoulder "she does not remember me, she didnt recognised me at all. She called me maam" Lottie sobs into Nats shoulder.

Everyone gets quiet at that, letting the words set in.

"w-what do you mean?" Taissa asks with a tone that cant be even identified.

"T-they said its the electroshocks, that they fucked her brain and memory. She doesnt even know her favourite color" Lottie wipes her tears and hands them the drawing.

They all feel sad as they sees it.

Its a drawing, a detailed one. Its a memory of you all, well, technically a picture you took with your camera of the memory. It was after one of the games they won. Their faces were blurred out, but they all could tell which one was who, the faces might be smuggled, but they knew it was them (p4). It was identical to that photo.

"oh god.." Van puts a hand over her mouth, looking up to the sky as she tries not to cry.

Nat eyes fills with tears and her mouth slightly open. Shauna is looking at the picture with every emotion going thru her head and Taissa and Misty are loss of words.

(to be continued...)

the drawing:

(just try and pretend its good okay?😭 i tried my best for it to look like a drawing)

tagging as i promised when i will post it, so you dont miss it @priyajoyy @zhivaxo 🫶🏻

(if you like the story and will not want to miss the next one let me know ill do a tag list:] )

Please remember this is a fiction and its just pure imagination of my sick mind (so some things will not be 100% correct to the original yllwjks story and as well some of the things i will write in this story, aka how psych ward works, i have never been in one as a patient, however i did visit one, so its not 100% accurate, so keep it in mind🫶🏻)

i just hope you enjoyed my sad ass writting (it will get worse)

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Jealous (18+)

Jey Uso x Black Fem Reader

Warning: 18+ Content, SMUT, MINORS DO NOT ENTER

Summary: Everybody does it right? But no one ever wants to talk about it. And you damn sure don’t want to be caught doing it. Your boyfriend Joshua Fatu (aka Jey Uso) was supposed to be out of town (like always). His schedule as a Pro Wrestler kept him constantly traveling away from you. You two spent more time away from each other than you did together. But you never complained because to you, he was worth it. But you still had certain ........... needs. Most of the time you fought those needs until you were near him again but on a few other occasions, you allowed yourself to be consumed by them. And tonight was one of those nights. But what happens when Joshua comes home a day earlier than expected and finds you in your bed enjoying yourself...... without him.

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I felt like showing Jey a little love. I apologize in advance for any grammar errors or typos.

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"I'm a liar sweetie. I cheat on niggas too. (I DO). You probably shouldn't trust me or I'll hurt your feelings boo. I don't wanna be here but my ex won't take me back so my broken ass is here small talking over apps."  

You let out an audible laugh even though you'd already seen this scene over 100 times. But no matter how many times you've binged Insecure due to it being one of your comfort shows, Issa's antics never failed to put a smile on your face. You shook your head at her nonsense before averting your eyes to your phone. You picked it up in hopes to have received a message from your boyfriend whom you messaged over 30 minutes ago telling him how much you missed him. But sadly as you looked down at your screen, there was nothing. It was currently 1:05 am so you figured he was most likely sleeping in his hotel room after a long day of press and performing in his wrestling event.

This was a weekly occurrence for you guys so this routine was familiar. But being familiar with something doesn't make it any easier. You still missed him terribly when he was on the road. When you met Joshua over 6 months ago, he was very upfront about his lifestyle before things got serious. His career kept him constantly traveling to different cities almost weekly so it was hard for him to lay down a lasting foundation. This had been a problem for him in previous relationships. He told you that he didn't want to end up hurting anyone else or himself so he had sworn off relationships for a while. You two were only supposed to have had a situationship type of thing. It was just supposed to have been two people enjoying each other's company.

But real feelings always have a way of showing up uninvited. Before you knew it you two had fallen for each other. It took you by surprise the most because you never expected to fall so deeply for a man you met in a Waffle House on a drunken night out with your girls. After a long honest talk, you and Joshua decided to try at a relationship even with all of the obstacles you both knew would be in front of you.

But truthfully, the only real obstacle was time. That was something you were already privy to before going in so you never complained. But that didn't stop you from missing the hell out of him anytime he was away. The longing grew more intense when the sun was down and tonight was no different. You were laying here wide awake rewatching Insecure with nothing but Joshua Fatu on your mind. You craved him tonight in a way that was hard to ignore.

And boy did you try.

Maybe it was because you were ovulating due to your pending time of the month. Or maybe it was just because you loved him. But whatever it was it was unbearable.

Joshua would be back in town tomorrow and would be more than willing to satisfy your needs. You knew that. But tonight...... you just couldn't wait that long. Pushing aside your comforter you got out of bed and walked over to your dresser. You opened the drawer that contained your underwear and rummaged through it for a few seconds. It didn't take long for your fingers to wrap around what you were seeking. With your rose in your hand, you retreated to your bed and quickly climbed in.

God, please close your eyes you thought to yourself before reaching over to your nightstand and grabbing your MacBook. You needed a little help getting in the mood and you knew just what would do it.

You clicked around on your laptop before reaching the private folder you were looking for. You hit play on the file then placed your laptop beside you as you slid down onto your back.

"Why are we recording this"  You heard your own voice coming from your laptop followed by the sound of you giggling.

"For fun ... for memories" Joshua's voice answered back.

Now, you weren't crazy enough to let any man get you on camera. That was one of your golden rules. But you did however mutually agree with Joshua to audio record a few of your steamy sessions. You thought it was harmless fun and now you were grateful you had them saved for moments like this since you weren't that into watching porn. You’d rather close your eyes and listen to one of your and Joshua's audios and mentally travel back to that moment.

As you heard the sound of you and Joshua kissing you pulled the oversized shirt, that oddly enough belonged to him, up and slid out of your panties. You kicked them the rest of the way off with your feet as you got more comfortable.

"I been waiting to taste you all damn day baby girl" you heard Joshua's voice say followed by the sound of him lapping up your juices. Your body shuddered at the memory of his talented tongue as you felt an urgent throb build between your inner thighs. You clicked on your rose while you pulled your legs apart. As you reached down to please yourself, for a fleeting moment you wished that Joshua was there.

But unbeknownst to you, he was only a few minutes from your apartment. In a rare turn of events, he was able to travel home a day earlier from his wrestling event than he had in mind. When he arrived back in the city nearly an hour ago, he dropped by his apartment, freshened up, and got right back on the road headed your way. He missed you fiercely and knew you had to be feeling the same way.

He wanted to call and tell you all about it but he thought surprising you with his sudden presence would be better since he rarely got the chance to do so. It pained him to ignore your message about missing him a little while ago but he didn't want to spoil the surprise. But he had a few ways in mind on how he would make it up to you.

Pulling into your apartment complex he quickly found his regular parking spot. He turned his engine off and then grabbed the duffle bag that contained a few day's worth of clothes knowing he would be staying with you for the next couple of days. He damn near jogged up to your apartment powered by his readiness to see you. When he got outside your door he put the code into the lockbox that contained your spare key. He used it to unlock your front door and then returned it to where he found it. He put his hand on your doorknob and quietly eased into your apartment locking the door behind him. He figured you might be asleep right now and only planned on waking you after he slid into your bed and wrapped you in his arms.

He dropped his duffel bag near your sofa and lightly walked towards your bedroom. As he neared your door he heard something that immediately made him stop in his tracks. He leaned his ear towards your slightly cracked door thinking that he was hearing things.

He listened for a few seconds.

No, he wasn't tripping. Those definitely were the sounds of your moans. He knew that like the lyrics of his favorite song.

Beyond curious he cautiously pushed your door open just a little further. Clearly, you were preoccupied and he didn't think you would notice and you didn't. He was able to gain a full view of your bed and what you were doing on it. You were so wrapped up in chasing your climax that the figure looking at you through the slit in your door went unseen. Through the glow of your tv and laptop, he watched your chest heave up and down and your legs shake as you pressed the rose he didn't even know you owned against your clit.

Joshua traveled so much that he figured you had to do something to hold yourself over until he got back but he never thought he'd be witnessing it. He listened to your moans as he watched your body jerk and twitch in a way he thought only he was capable of doing.

Despite the growing bulge in his pants that he had to reach down to adjust, he found that the sight filled him with unwarranted jealousy. Here he was rushing to get back to you and you didn't seem to be missing him at all. In fact, it looked like he was the last thing on your mind. He knew that it was selfish of him to expect you to wait for him to fulfill your sexual needs but part of him wished you did. If anyone or anything was going to make you shake and moan like that he only wanted it to be him. He felt like it was his job and right now you were giving it away.

As he kept his eyes on you he fought extremely hard against the urge to burst into your room to ruin your moment. He knew that you might be agitated or even mad but he would make it up to you by making you cum countless times like he was known to do. And that would set everything straight.

He hesitated for a long while but ultimately with reluctance decided against it.

Taking a step away from your door he waited until he heard the high-pitched moan of you cumming before he walked back towards your front door. Unlocking it again he grabbed the doorknob opening and closing it louder to get your attention. He had plans to bring up what he saw but not just yet. 

Your eyes jolted open from your state of bliss at the sound. Still feeling the effects of your climax you sat up as quick as you could manage and reached over and clicked on the lamp beside your nightstand.

"IT'S ME." you surprisingly heard your boyfriend Joshua's voice yell. You were relieved because, for a split second there, you thought it was an intruder. Joshua was not supposed to be showing up to your apartment tonight.

The distance between your front door and bedroom wasn't that far so you had no time to find and put your panties back on. They were somewhere tangled in your comforter and sheets. But you did have time to slide your rose underneath your pillow, throw your comforter across your lap, and close your laptop before Joshua neared your door.

"Hey baby........ how are you here?" you asked him as he entered your room. You knew that he had one more night away from you so you were a little confused. But maybe there was a change in plans that you didn't know anything about.

But the hows became irrelevant as your heart swelled at the sight of the man you loved.

You wanted so badly to jump into his arms but your legs were still weak from what you were doing no longer than 5 minutes ago. You didn't want to risk wobbling or falling. That would definitely tip off to Joshua that you were in here up to no good. And you didn't want him to know that you were just in here masturbating. It seemed immature but you would be so ashamed if he found out.

You thanked God that he didn't show up to your apartment just a few minutes earlier or he would've caught you right in the middle of the act.

You pushed those thoughts aside as you watched him step out of the Nike slides he had on before walking over to your bed and standing there.

"You not happy to see me?" He asked you. The way it came out sounded like he had a little bit of an attitude. You were clueless on why he would have one with you so you ignored it and chalked it up to you over analyzing the situation because of what he almost caught you doing. And you knew he was most likely questioning your happiness to see him because you didn't dive into his arms like usual. On any other day, you would've been out of your bed meeting him in the living room.

"I'm always happy to see you, Josh." You answered him with a reassuring smile. You couldn't physically show him right now so you had to choose the right words.

"Umm .....  what you doing up this late though?" He asked you.

"Couldn't sleep." You responded.

"So what you been doing to pass the time?" He asked squinting his eyes at you a little.

"I've been watching Insecure.....  like always" You answered him jokingly as you pointed towards your TV where Issa's crazy life was still playing out on your screen.

"That's all?" Joshua asked while raising his brows at you.

As your eyes remained locked on his you weirdly started to feel like you were under interrogation. You searched your brain but couldn't figure out what for. But it definitely seemed like Joshua was trying to get something out of you.

What though?

The only other thing you were doing before he showed up felt too personal and embarrassing to say out loud so you had no plans on disclosing it to him.

"Yep.... that's pretty much all," you replied to him lying while you shrugged your shoulders. Joshua stared at you for a moment longer before walking over to the side of the bed that you were on.

"That's funny 'cause that's not what I saw." He stated as he sat down near you.  His words caused your heart to sink to the pit of your stomach but you had to keep your composure.

"And what did you see?" you asked him already feeling like you knew the answer but needing the confirmation before you started freaking out. Without immediately responding Joshua just looked into your eyes with a smirk and it all started making sense. You felt like you were being interrogated earlier because you were. Joshua already knew the answer to everything he was asking you because he already knew what you had been up to.

You wondered how in the hell did he know though ....

After a few seconds of shuffling things around in your brain, you put two and two together and figured Joshua must've come into your apartment a whole lot earlier than he made known. You were so consumed with pleasuring yourself that your apartment could've been on fire and you wouldn't have moved a muscle. So you damn sure didn't hear him entering your apartment or coming near your door. You noted to yourself that you needed to be more attentive the next time or at least tackle the basics like closing and locking your damn bedroom door. But you weren't expecting Joshua tonight so you didn't think you needed to be that cautious.

"I didn't even know you had one of those things," Joshua said bringing you out of your thoughts as he reached beside you and started running his hand over your comforter. When he didn't find what he was looking for there he then moved towards your pillows.

"Okay." you quickly said while grabbing his hand before it made contact with your rose. It clicked in your mind that that's what he was feeling around for.

"If you already knew what I was doing .... why you come in here like Inspector Gadget?" you asked him.

The thought of him seeing you in that intimate moment was sending waves of crippling embarrassment through you. Joshua was your boyfriend and had seen you in way more compromising positions but this whole ordeal was still awkward as hell to you. Discovering that something you thought you were doing in private wasn’t as hidden as you thought is a deeply embarrassing feeling.

But you still wanted to be mature about everything.

"I just wanted to see what you would say. No wonder you in here acting like you didn't miss me. You got me replaced." he said.

You searched his face for more amusement because he was clearly getting a kick out of all of this but to your surprise, he actually looked rather serious.

"Wait ... you accusing me of replacing you with an object?" You asked him after you two silently stared at each other for a few minutes. This realization overshadowed any embarrassment you felt about the situation. Now you understood why he seemed to have had an attitude with you when he first entered your room. He saw you with your rose and got jealous. It was taking everything in you not to laugh in his face.

"It's okay for you to enjoy yourself when I'm not here. I understand it. But I'm just saying you were enjoying yourself a little too much." He stated still serious as a heart attack which made it a lot harder to contain your laughter.

"Josh you're not being replaced." You chuckled as you placed your hand on his shoulder to reassure him not believing you actually had to do so. You couldn't believe that this was a conversation you two were actually having.

"I only pull it out when I miss you and I can't stand it anymore," you told him.

"I don't think you understand how badly I want you when you're not here Josh" you added with honesty as your eyes locked on each other's. Yeah, there were certain things you could do to try to pacify your desire for Joshua but nothing compared. So for him to feel a way about an object was bonkers to you. But at the same time, you found it kind of cute.

"I'm here now." Joshua responded to you.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" you asked him playfully as the atmosphere in the room shifted.

"Let me show you," he stated as he reached down grabbed your leg, and pulled you closer to him on the bed.

"My bad for coming in here tripping but it was because I missed you, baby girl." He admitted before leaning over and placing a small kiss on your forehead. You smiled at him as he moved down and pecked your nose before moving to your mouth. You two then fell into a kiss that had the passion of two people who hadn't seen each other in years rather than a few days. You relished in the moment knowing you had to make the most of any time you got with him. That was the basics of your relationship. Every single moment counted because he would be on the road again in the blink of an eye.

As Joshua's hands roamed all over your body he tilted his head down and planted soft kisses on your neck. As he tossed your comforter aside he moved back up to slip his tongue into your mouth.

A couple of intoxicating minutes later, Joshua broke the kiss by standing up leaving you needing way more from him. He then posted up on the side of your bed and you giggled as he reached down and pulled you by your ankle to position you in front of him. You then had the pleasure of watching him as he pulled off his hoodie and shirt all in one swift motion. As you took in how absolutely fine he was your inner thighs throbbed needily. Sometimes all it took was just looking at him to leave you soaking.

"Lay back for me Y/N." He requested and you eagerly did as you were told without any hesitation. You scooted up on your bed and laid back in front of him as he positioned himself between your legs. Staring down at you while running his tongue across his lips, he placed one of his hands on your thigh. He slowly trailed his hand up glazing your clit with his thumb which made your legs involuntarily jolt because you were still sensitive from what you were doing earlier. He ran his thumb up and down your clit teasing you for what felt like ages. It made your wetness grow but it also frustrated you. Then he left you feeling desperate and depraved again as he took his attention off of you for a split second to rid himself of his pants and boxers.

He held his dick in one of his hands while he pushed your legs further apart with the other as he repositioned himself. You sucked in a sharp breath as he ran the tip of his dick up and down your entrance coating it in your wetness. Again, he did that for what felt like ages while you laid there desperately needing more.

"Josh" you breathed out his name as he lifted his dick and tapped it down on your swollen clit.

"Please" you urged him as he repeated the same motion with more pressure making you squirm and reach down to grab hold of his wrist.

"Please what?" He asked you while flicking his eyes up to yours. You knew that he knew full well what you wanted but he loved to play this game. He loved to get you a position where you were practically begging for his dick before he gave it to you. And each time you would feed into his ego.

"Fuck me, Josh .... please" you begged with a pout giving him what you knew he was seeking. He smiled down at you and before you could say another word or prepare your self he suddenly gripped you by your hip and sank his full length into you. But you soon found out that Joshua wasn't done with playing with you yet as he pulled out of you and went back to teasing and tapping your clit with the tip of his dick. You laid there beyond frustrated but felt satisfied when he slipped into your wetness again.

"Fuck" you muttered lowly as he eased in and out of you slowly making your body shudder with every stroke.

"Feels good baby?" He asked you as he kept that same deliberate speed while his dick continuously glazed against your g-spot. You nodded at him as you gently bit down on your bottom lip.

"Say it," he told you as he slipped in and out of your wetness.

"It f-feels good Josh. It feels so fucking good." You expressed to him as you felt pleasure filled knots building in the pit of your stomach. Closing your eyes you focused on trying to hold off climaxing as you grew wetter for Joshua as his speed quickened. Your eyes only flew open again when you heard the familiar buzzing of your rose. You looked up at Joshua wondering when and how he managed to reach over and locate it without your knowledge. But you were so drunk on feeling him inside of you that your mind was completely preoccupied.

"W-what are you doing?" you were barely able to ask him as he didn't miss a beat fucking you. His still plunged in and out of your entrance as he held your rose in the hand he wasn't using to hold your legs apart.

"I wanna try something." He responded.

"Try wh-" you began to ask but were completely cut off by Joshua bringing your rose down onto your clit. Now you could handle your rose on its own but combined with Joshua's dick rocking in and out of you, you almost started seeing stars at the sensation.

"J-Josh ... wait ....oooh fuck ..." you moaned out as you reached down and attempted to push his hand away not being able to handle the pleasure. Your attempt failed miserably as Joshua didn't budge. He continued to pound in and out of you as he used your rose on your clit.

"I c-can't J-Josh" you whined out to him as your toes curled and your legs violently shook. You felt tears welling up as your breathing became shallow and your heartbeat accelerated.

"Yes you can ... you got it baby"  Joshua encouraged you as he pounded deeper and deeper into your wetness. You tried to take it but the feeling was too powerful for you to comprehend causing your climax to hit you like a tidal wave out of nowhere. All kinds of profanities left your mouth as it felt like you were having an out of body experience.

Joshua was satisfied as he watched you lose yourself as you squirted cum all over his dick. That's when he knew he could use your rose to his advantage. 

[transboyswitchytales]

A Proposition

Professor Wanda Maximoff x Reader Student

Part 1, 2, 3, this is 4!

Hurt/Comfort/ FLUFFFFFF

Wanda has a nightmare, and you two have an early morning together. A sunrise and a new day is sure to take the pain away.

( Mommy kink, 18+ Will block you if under 18) It's really just fluff. Tooth rotting fluff, not just from the sweets they eat.

PS: This is really for the sweet and always supportive @franfineashell Without this lovely human, there would never have even been a part 2. It's her support that has me writing Wanda fics. So thank you a million times over for reading my silly shit and commenting. It's why I'm writing this at 3 am. You are the best.

My Masterlist

You heard her scream and jerked awake. Blinking rapidly, you couldn’t see in the dark at first, but your eyes adjusted quickly as Wanda thrashed in bed. 

You knew where you were ,and your eyes fell to your girlfriend. 

You grabbed her arm and she screamed and cried. Oh god, your heart broke at the sound. You started to shake her. 

“Wanda, baby, wake up. It’s a bad dream.” You say, and she’s quaking, but her eyes snap open. 

“What, oh god. Please, no, no .”

“Wanda, sweetie, it’s me. You are safe, it’s just a nightmare. You are at home, you are in bed. I’m right here. It’s all ok.” You tell her the facts, hoping it’ll ground her. Wanda was prone to nightmares, you were getting better at bringing her down from them. 

Wanda’s hands came up to your face, and she cupped your jaw and stared at you. Leaning down, you work the warm pads of your thumbs to wipe her tears. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of you. 

Of your touch, the feeling of your hands, the solid mass that was your body in bed with her. 

Wanda opened her eyes and studied you again. 

“I think this calls for a snack.” You whisper, and Wanda’s breath shakes a little, and she nods once. You know, after a particularly awful nightmare, Wanda doesn’t go back to sleep right away. You’d made the mistake once, rolling her onto her side and making her be little spoon. You cradled her from behind, arms wrapped securely. You were just about to fall back asleep when you felt her shake slightly. Your alarm bells went off, you’d been an expert in past relationships with the silent sob. That special type of cry where no sound comes out, and in the very act of silently sobbing next to someone, a part of you feels like it’s dying. Because the person next to you, feels a million miles away. And you are putting yourself in a box so they don’t have to deal with your tears. 

You turned so fast in that bed and flipped the light on. Shifting Wanda onto her back, you saw the tears. She’d apologized, and you’d kissed her and rocked her against your chest. Wanda had obviously never experienced a love like yours. Because as big as she loved you, you loved her back. 

There was something so insanely intimate about being loved and cherished in return. You’d never experienced it, and neither had she. 

Wanda was older than you, though not by a large number. There were times when the age was clearly not the same. There were times where language barriers made communication take a little longer. There were moments where being a student and a college professor made you have different opinions. 

But your love made everything that made you both different, so much sweeter. 

You might both be bambi at times in this love. But there was a language you both spoke for each other. Just like that finals week. 

I want to understand you,

I study your obscure language.

Alexander Pushkin that fucking Russian poet nailed it. You learned each other, you’d never watched Dick Van Dyke before. Wanda had never listened to Brandi Carlile. Both of these things were trivial, past partners wouldn’t take the time. But you understood that the little things that made Wanda, your Wanda, were important. 

So you watched the sitcoms, and you understood Wanda better. She didn’t have a childhood or stability. These stories where nothing terrible happens, this was her comfort, her safety. 

You watched every episode, and one day, you caught Wanda watching you instead of the grey TV screen. 

“You actually like this.” She’d said, and your heart broke. Why had no one ever taken the time to learn Wanda? 

But you were a hypocrite. Because one day, Wanda was on your phone and you were confused. So you looked over her shoulder, expecting, like previous relationships, that she was going through your texts. People before had been jealous and controlling, endlessly manipulative. So you’d assumed the worst. 

Only to see Wanda holding her phone next to yours. She was adding your playlists to her Spotify. While you were busy studying Wanda, she’d been busy learning you, too. 

You both were becoming fluent in how to love each other. Not just the way that made you feel good, but that broke through to the deepest parts of Wanda. So that you could support each other in hard times, and cherish each other in the moments that make relationships. When you came into the apartment one day you’d been so floored to hear Brandi playing on the speaker. Not because you’d put it on. But because Wanda missed you and put it on. Your heart exploded a million times over. 

So it made sense in moments like this. 

With a teary Wanda, that you’d learned her language. You got off the bed slowly, keeping the lights off. Wanda had never heard of the word ‘overstimulation’ but when you’d taught it to her, she’d understood. Turns out the feeling was universal and not just a word said in English. 

So you kept the lights off. You threaded your fingers in hers. Wanda loved holding your hand. You think it was because she’d been too late to hold Pietro’s when he died. And that her parents died young, and she didn’t get the comfort and reassurance that comes from two hands meeting. 

So you held Wanda’s hand at every opportunity. And you saw in those moments, Wanda relax, find strength, courage, and the reminder of your love for her. You held Wanda through every feeling. 

So she got out of bed, wiping the last of her tears with the back of her free hand, you guided her behind you out of the bedroom. Going into the kitchen, you walked over to the oven light and turned it on. It was low and not too much for the early morning. 

You pushed her to the counter gently, and you tapped it twice, instructing her to sit on it. It wasn’t Wanda’s style to sit on the kitchen counter. It was way more your style in fact as she talked about her day, you’d put your ass up on there. The first time you saw Wanda stop and think if she wanted to kick you off of it. 

You saw the cogs turn in her mind and waited. Wondering if this was something that made Wanda uncomfortable or something that was a learned behavior. Was this Wanda, or was this her experiences?

Her ex-husband, Vision, had been almost robotic; his OCD and life trauma invaded every aspect of his tortured linear mind. You’d never fault his mental illness. 

You did fault his need to control Wanda. To put her in a box and make her small. He wanted a pretty suburban wife, but quiet, so quiet that all she could do was serve dinner and play house. No opinions, he wanted a grey cut out of a woman. 

He’d never seen Wanda Maximoff. 

Wanda was so big, bright, and beautiful. She scrunched her nose in a signature adorable fashion when she teased you or you said some dirty joke that she couldn’t suppress her enjoyment of. Wanda sang in the shower, loudly, and could make anyone who tried to debate her on politics weep. Wanda was quick witted and determined. She wasn’t some two dimensional character, not a secondary character in a mans story, fuck no. 

 Wanda might seem small when she’s curled up on the sofa to read. But she had an army-sized bundle of trauma. Wanda had seen more than most people ever see in life, death, and war, yes, heartbreak of course. But she’d read mountains of books, traveled all over, and experienced life in such vivid, monumental ways. That when Wanda had decided to teach, it wasn’t because she couldn’t ‘do.’ Because she had done so much. And she’d wanted to inspire others to experience life. To fall in love with words the way she had, the way books and stories had saved her. 

Wanda had decided that day that she liked you on her countertops. Wanda had decided she liked your mess and the way you took up space. 

So, at four am on a Thursday, you waited for her. 

You eyed your strong and independent girlfriend again softly, not over intensely. You’d learned enough to know Wanda’s tells. 

You patted the counter, and Wanda lifted herself up and sat on it. Yeah, that was growth, because Wanda had never sat on a kitchen counter in her life. But she was. 

Wanda was in full color, and you bent down and kissed both of her knees. You didn’t linger in the moment as you turned to get to work in her kitchen. 

You didn’t want to put Wanda on the sofa, that was too far from you. And you knew the nightmare images hadn’t left her yet. Sticking like fly paper against her eyelids, that wouldn’t do. 

So you went to the pantry for a secret stash of sweets. 

You’d learned that your elderly girlfriend liked butterscotch pudding. It was by far the most geriatric of desserts. You’d teased her affectionately for it, saying ‘at least when we’re in the old folks home, you’ll be stocked.’ 

But Wanda liked it, so you bought it. You couldn’t believe how shocked she looked when you pulled it out of the grocery bag. 

‘I study your obscure language.’

You pulled out the milk. Because, for some reason, Wanda wasn’t lactose intolerant like you. Which still didn’t make sense, maybe it was because she wasn’t from the US. Anyway, you took the saucepan and you started to hum. It was soft and low, but you knew what it did to Wanda. 

You don’t need to turn to see Wanda smiling at you. You move over to her expensive coffee machine and start to brew. 

Wanda didn’t need to be taken care of, she didn’t require it. She’d dried plenty of her own tears. In fact, if Wanda was in the talking mood, you knew she’d be more inclined to be the caretaker. She was a domme, a top in and out of the bedroom. Wanda opened doors and demanded to pay, she liked your submission and enjoyed doting on you in all forms. But that was what made these moments so intense and special. 

Because Wanda didn’t let anyone do this, she let you see her like this. Wanda gave you this, allowed the intimacy of these nights, mornings, weekends. Where she let you give. And it was beautiful. 

You sing as you pour the milk in. Before grabbing butter and the chocolate chips, flour, brown sugar, cane sugar, the list went on. 

You sing through the cold air. 

‘You've got to grind, grind, grind at that grindstone

Though child'ood slips like sand through a sieve

And all too soon they've up and grown

And then they've flown

And it's too late for you to give

Just that spoonful of sugar to 'elp the medicine go down

The medicine go down, medicine go down’

You sing and then move to grab two coffee cups above the cupboard. You knew which one was Wanda’s favorite. You didn’t ever use it, you pushed it under her machine, and then found the one you’d stolen. It had a picture of Ilya Repin, the famous Russian painter. You liked him now because of Wanda. So you were happy to see his mustache in the mornings. 

You hummed the rest of the lyrics before you pressed buttons on the oven. Wanda cleared her throat. You understood she found her voice, and she’s collected herself enough to talk to you. But you don’t look at her, no spotlight needed; she knew you were listening. 

“You do like Dick Van Dyke.” She whispers in the cool night, in the dim light of the kitchen, with the person who loves her more than words can say. More than Alexander Pushkin, Julie Andrews, Mary Tyler Moore, or even Mr. Dick Van Dyke could understand. 

“He’s an icon and has never made anything bad, even if he gave us a terrible British accent.” You say as you pour the right amount of milk for her coffee. You take out a teaspoon, stirring it before you turn on your heel and walk slowly in between Wanda’s thighs. 

She takes the coffee and smiles into the cup, consuming a long sip. She’d made you give up energy drinks since the great library fiasco. So now you both drank coffee, every now and then tea at night to sleep, but coffee was your thing. Wanda made a happy noise at the taste. Coffee fixed everything. 

You put two hands on her knees and run your fingers up the outside of her thighs, soothing her. Wanda takes another sip before putting the cup down to the side. You wait patiently for your payment. Wanda knows it too, she looks pleased at your demand. Taking her fingers, she goes under your chin, teasing your skin before hooking behind your neck and bringing you to her waiting, wanting, lips. 

You kiss and it’s delicious like brown sugar. It’s soothing and sweet, it’s coming home after a long day. It’s kissing your best friend after decades of waiting. Kissing Wanda is better than anything and everything you’ll ever experience in this lifetime and the next. 

Wanda seems to feel the same as she overlaps her ankles around you and pulls you closer, deeper into her loving embrace. You could think of no better cave to grow old in. Wanda’s kisses are full of devotion and longing. Your head feels fuzzy as you don’t remember to breathe through your nose, you just be with her. 

Your mind is gone on vacation, toes curling, body erupting in goosebumps. Even after all of this time of kissing. 

It doesn’t matter. 

You can only hear one note.

Wanda. 

You are alarmed when the oven beeps and the kiss ends. Wanda is breathing heavily, and you realize she’s just as gone as you. Her lips are flushed and her face is red. She looks positively pornographic. 

“Malysh, I thought you were making pudding and coffee? Why is the oven on? And why is it interrupting our kiss?” Wanda looks like she’s pouting, which is funny because she’d never admit to pouting. You laugh and pull away from her, and she tries to grab your ar,m but you are faster. 

Going to the clean dishwasher, you open it and pull out a mixing bowl. 

“My girlfriend needs pudding, yes, of course. But also, she secretly loves these brown butter chocolate chip cookies I make. Annnd I know for a fact your period is starting soon and you love them.” You tell her, and Wanda licks her lips at the memor,y and you take it as a huge compliment. 

“The ones with the-” Wanda remembers, and you answer for her. 

“Sea salt, yup those ones.” You say, and you put the pudding mix into the warmed milk. Before getting out another pot for the butter. 

At one point, you go over to the living room and pick up a book Wanda had been reading while you were working on your essay. You hand her the book and she eyes it curiously. 

“Read to me?”

It was a thing for you two. It was intimacy of the prettiest melody. The sound of each other's voice and a good book, nothing tops it. Sorry Brandi and Dick, but it was something that made your heart sing. Wanda didn’t need to be asked twice, she understood your language. 

So she read aloud and you tried not to look surprised when she sat criss cross on the countertop, her sock feet now up on the kitchen surface. You were making history tonight, it seemed. 

When you put the pudding in the fridge and the cookies in the oven. You worked on the dishes and sipped your own coffee. Bending your neck to the side to pop it. 

Wanda eyed you and stopped reading, and you turned to her with a sour face. 

“Hey, Mrs. Audible, I’m not done with my audiobook. What are you doing?” You tell your girlfriend. But when her face grows sad, you are further confused. 

“You should go to bed, baby, it’s like five am. You’ve been up too long wit-”

“Hey, I’m spending very precious time with the woman I love. And the wee hours of the morning are not to be taken for granted. When the light comes up-” You use a wet fork to point to the window to the right. “It’ll come through there and it hits your auburn hair just right. And it turns this warm golden color, and your eyes…Well there’s nothing like it. So I’m gonna stay right here until I get my morning show. Then I’m going to make you, make us that omelet you saw online. But first, I want my audiobook back, and if my domme behaves, I’ll feed you cookies and teach you something truly sinful. But only if you read to me, the way only you can.” You flirt with Wanda, and her face morphs into pure love.

 She nibbles her bottom lip, you know that’s her sign, she wants to kiss you. But she gulps, licks her top lip, before opening the book back up and finding her place. 

Wanda reads to you, and you, in turn, finish the dishes. The cookies don’t take long, they have to be soft just the way Wanda likes them. You pull them out and you refill Wanda’s coffee. 

You take out the pudding and put it in a small ramekin. Then plate the big cookies, and you don’t have to invite Wanda. She’s been practically drooling, and you weren’t sure if it was because of your lack of bottoms or your baking. But you were going to try not to fight for her attention with a pastry. 

You both walked to the sofa. Wanda didn’t need you to tell her to grab your favorite throw blanket. Just like you didn’t have to ask her for the salt anymore, or ask if she had an extra pair of wool socks. Wanda just handed things to you wordlessly now, her extra pair of sunglasses while she drives, the aux cord, the ketchup packet. Wanda was just that good. 

She smoothed it out, and you broke your usual cuddle puddle. You sat facing her, and she arched an eyebrow but mirrored your body. Both of you sitting facing each other, leaning your side against the back of the sofa, with crisscrossed legs. 

She puts the blanket in the middle of you both so it covers your chronically cold feet. And she covers her lap too, which you know is because she can touch you under the blanket more easily. She did it so subtly, a hand on your inner thigh, her knee against yours, a foot against your calf. Wanda’s touch was a constant source of comfort for your winter-cold bones. An ache she alone soothed. 

“Professor, are you ready to be schooled?” You tell her seriously, and Wanda tries not to snort in laughter. 

“Please, teach me your ways, sugar junkie.” 

You didn’t take offense at the nickname. You simply took a big cookie off the plate. Showing it to her like you were teaching brain surgery. She eyed the cookie and looked at you like you were being ridiculous. 

But you turned the cookie down into the bowl and dipped it and she scoffed. 

“You did not just dip a cookie in pudding,” Wanda worded like you’d committed a felony.  You chewed and used your pinkie on the hand holding the cookie to brush the crumb off your lip. 

“You cannot knock it until you try it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You think I’d steer you wrong?”

“I remember the taste of cherry slushie.”

“It’s not my fault Sokovia failed to have a 7-Eleven! That country failed you, your loving girlfriend is just trying to help. Now don’t be a whimp! You really are going to shy away from your two favorite desserts?” You pressure her, and she squints at you. You give her a look that is simply put as ‘I dare you.’ Wanda grabs a cookie, not breaking her stare.

She slowly dunks it and then bites it. 

Wanda’s eyes fall shut, and she moans. 

“Oh wow, right about Lana Del Rey, right about the talented Margaret Atwood. And I’m right about pudding and cookies. You know, I think you should adopt the cis man mentality.” You bait her, and Wanda coughs on her cookie and looks taken aback. 

“Which is what? Wearing Crocs to grocery stores? You want me to start drinking light beer?” Wanda jokes, and you break and giggle at the idea of her doing either of those things. Before you collect yourself once more. 

“No, the whole ‘my wife is always right.’ That really condescending ‘happy wife, happy life.’ You gotta start that shit, because I haven’t been wrong.”

Wanda glares at you, and you remember. 

“Ok, yes, the slushie and I really thought Disney Channel movies were going to age well, and some didn’t. Hocus Pocus did, though, and you liked that. But yes, some things were hit and miss. I’d like to remind you of the feeldoe.” You reminded her of the sex toy, and Wanda’s face broke into a dirty grin at the memory of the recently purchased toy. 

“That was a good rebuttal,” Wanda said and then stopped looking at her cookie. “Are we double dippers?” You tried not to laugh at Wanda’s question. You’d told her the biggest rude thing to do at a party was double-dip. And she’d remembered it as one of your pet peeves. You hadn’t brought it up in months, and she still remembered. Fucking Wanda Maximoff, man. 

“You’ve spit in my mouth and pussy, I think you can double dip your cookie.” You say crudely, and in the first month, Wanda would have choked on her own spit at your words. But now she just looked at you with this mischievous grin, at the memory, before double-dipping her cookie. 

Three cookies in, and you were full as you leaned behind you to the side table to sip at your coffee. The dawn was just starting to turn the sky a lighter shade of blue.

 It wasn’t full to glow yet. And Wanda turned to see you eyeing the slow morning transforming. 

Time was funny. Past, you never could have imagined a world where you felt safe. Where your college professor was your supposed one-night stand. Where you’d see Wanda again? 

You couldn’t imagine the melancholy of the future, where you’d remember this time. Where you’d want these small moments with Wanda back. Because the future would be different.

 You saw Wanda in it, of course you did. But you also saw kids, maybe a son? You saw a house with a yard, a garden, and a dog. Life would grow, and you’d remember this moment then. When you woke your lover from a nightmare. Where you made her a snack and you stole time like a thief. You stole a morning of kisses and whispers. You’d never be in this moment, ever again. And you were missing it already. 

Wanda’s hand found yours, but you didn’t say anything. Staring out the window, the steam from Wanda's and your coffee wafts up. 

The present version of you couldn’t imagine a better way to spend a morning. 

Wanda squeezed your hand, and you broke your thoughts to stare at her. 

“Play something?” She requested.

You felt like you were in a movie now. How did Wanda know?

“Now?” You asked knowing the answer and she gave you a gaze that said ‘don’t play coy.’ So you moved off the sofa, placing your coffee down. You ran to the bedroom, grabbing your phone. You walked back inside and you turned on her sound system. Connecting to the familiar Bluetooth that you named ‘Mama’s jukebox.’ 

You hesitated over a song before you went for something else. Wanda stood and grabbed just under your elbow. 

“No, pick the one you wanted first,” Wanda told you, and your soul flared deep inside. So you went back to it. You pressed ‘Runaway’ by Aurora. Throwing the phone onto the sofa and you closed your eyes. Like the lyrics and looking into Wanda’s eyes were too much. 

The song was loud, and you momentarily hoped the neighbors weren’t gonna be mad. But the lyrics hit you with such intensity, you felt naked now. 

I was listenin' to the ocean

I saw a face in the sand

But when I picked it up

Then it vanished away from my hands, 

I had a dream I was seven

Climbin' my way in a tree

I saw a piece of heaven

Waitin' impatient for me, 

Wanda grabbed your hips and she pulled you closer. You swayed and her forehead rested on yours. And you let out a shaky breath. 

Wanda was slow dancing with you at five am. And you’d never felt more seen by another person. 

And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

And I was dancing in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain

But no, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I can't take it anymore

You heard Wanda intake of a sharp breath. And you realized she wasn’t just slow dancing, just romancing you with her hips. She was listening to the lyrics. She heard you. 

Wanda was your home now. 

I was painting a picture

The picture was a painting of you

And for a moment I thought you were here

But then again, it wasn't true, dah

And all this time I have been lyin'

Oh, lyin' in secret to myself

I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf

La-di-da

“My love, open your eyes. I’m not going to hurt you.” Wanda whispered and you did and you saw only love shining back. And you kissed her hard as she pulled your hips to hers. You dive into her, and she catches your every movement. Kissing you and swaying you gently. Rocking your body like she was the keeper of your battered and beaten heart. Your love, your best friend, your protector. Wanda kissed you, and you felt it in every square inch of your body. 

And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, nobody knows

And I was dancing in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain

But no, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

No, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

No, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I can't take it anymore

Your phone interrupts your main character rom-com dance. Wanda doesn’t release your hips but you both stop kissing and dancing. You sigh, frustrated and leave her grasp and you feel Wanda’s fingers hold you until the last possible second. Like the limbs of a haunted tree in a storm claw against a windowpane. 

You feel her against your lips and her hands even after you walk away from her embrace. She’s burned into you. 

You pause your extremely revealing song to see Darcy texted you. You sit on the sofa and read her extremely long message. Wanda seems to be nervous, her weight shifting from foot to foot. 

Wanda’s playing with her fingers, and you’ve seen this a handful of times. But you don’t question her. 

You text Darcy back first, knowing she's probably a tad stoned. It started off with a sex question and somehow turned into a question about her essay for Lit. And you easily answered both questions and did a quick Google search so you could send her a good source. For the link on F. Scott Fitzgerald. Not the sex question, that was just about multiple orgasms, and you answered that one easily without using a search engine. 

You saw Wanda look out the window and then heard her make a noise that was something between frustration and wonder. You send the message and set your iPhone on the coffee table. 

Looking up, you see the first bright rays of morning. They’re teasing the sky, not yet awake. But their hue is somewhere between a VW bug’s yellow and an orange that could only be described as a creamsicle ice pop. You look at the window with a sense of peace you’d only just discovered from loving Wanda. 

She turned, and you saw how serious she looked. Not the same face you had from the sunrise. But she crosses the distance, putting the pudding and cookie plate onto the coffee table quickly and sitting close to you. 

“Baby?” You say concerned. 

“I have a proposal for you.” She says serious and you try to lighten the mood. 

“Uh oh.” You make a fake worried look, and Wanda laughs outright. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She is playing along, but you see the tension in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry, the last proposal you ‘proposed’ was for us to start juicing and you got that juicer and we did like mountains of celery and it made a thimble of juice. So, forgive me if a five am proposal has me a little hesitant. I’m sorry, baby, you tell me, I’m all ears. What’s your proposal?” You tell her, and you see she’s a bit more at ease now. Remembering who you are and how you talk to her. It makes her shoulders relax, and she looks more sure.

“Move in with me.” 

You blink. Not seeing that coming. 

“What?” You feel like you might be dreaming now. And Wanda, the sweetheart, she is. She doesn’t take your initial shock as a negative. She pushes through and grabs both your hands in hers. Wanda has this look in her eyes, and you’d seen it before now. But now you could place it, you saw it in her office that day. You saw it when she bought you a drink. God, what a woman.

Wanda’s eyes were shining now, and she declared her love like it was the only chance she’d ever get. 

Because this morning was quickly becoming day.

And another moment that would be a memory. 

And Wanda wasn’t going to let this morning pass without saying it.  

“Move in with me, you don’t need the dorm. You don’t even like going to the dorm. And the majority of your stuff is here-but that’s not why it’s not a convenience thing, god. No, it’s so much more than that.  What I mean is that I can’t spend another moment in this apartment without you. What I’m saying is I want you in every corner of my life. I am so in love with you. I love you more than I thought someone could love another person. It’s not the sex, which is mind-blowing. It’s not that you let me pick the shows at night, or that you actually enjoy them. Which is- wow. No, it’s that when I come into the bathroom and I don’t find your hair in the sink, I’m upset now. It’s a proposal for you to move in, yes, but it’s more than that. I need you. I need you everywhere, all over me, all the time. It’s not just the last few boxes of your stuff that is at your dorm, that belong here. I want to grow old with you, and I want to trip over your shoes that you refuse to put away in the closet. I want you forever. I thought I’d been scared before. I’d seen war and bloodshed. I’ve lost so many people. I can’t lose you. I won’t be scared and hold back what I know to be true. Is that you are it for me, the end of it all. No searching or wondering what life is going to look like, it’s you. For as long as I live, you will be it.”

You took a breath at the end of her words. Not realizing you’d held it the whole time she spoke. God, you never thought you’d get your When Harry Met Sally speech. And here she was. 

Looking better than Billy Crystal in his knit sweater. 

It was Wanda. 

But you couldn’t not tease her. So you hid your emotions and asked her very seriously’

“Wanda, if this is just because you like my brown butter chocolate chip cookies-” Wanda laughs and then leans over and kisses you hard. You are crying, and she is crying, and it’s a mess. Because you taste like cookies and coffee, and you can only hear the ringing of ‘forever’ with Wanda in your ears. 

Wanda pulls away and she wipes your tears now. 

“I’m not crying.” You lie, and it’s stupid because she doesn’t love you superficially. You don’t cry like an Instagram model, and she doesn’t want that. Wanda loves you, and your snot bubbles, too. 

“You cry for me Malysh,” Wanda says, and you sniffle. 

“I love you.” You whimper through more tears. Wanda nods and grins, and you brush away her tears again. You two would need to buy tissues after you moved all your shit. 

“So is that a yes to my proposal?” Wanda teases you, already knowing from your response. 

“Oh my god, yes. Stop, what are you like into me or something?” You tease, and Wanda pinches your side, and you giggle and hug her around her neck. Wanda places a million kisses against your cheek.

You end up back in your bed with the window wide open and sunlight casting its gorgeous rays over the bed and blanketing over your cuddling bodies. 

Wanda was tracing invisible patterns on your arm. Your legs were tangled, and you were facing one another, noses touching as you stared at her. You couldn’t believe people actually cuddled like this until Wanda. 

Because you wanted to breathe her air, and stare at her. Wanda and you whispered in the bed, secrets for only the other to hear in the early morning light. 

“Wanda?” You asked her, and she looked at you patiently. 

“Yes, my love?” She softly whispers back in your cocoon of light and cuddles. 

“Will you tell me what your nightmare was?” 

You don’t usually ask because when Wanda told you, it was so gruesome. So much blood and violence. Her parents' corpses and her brother lying in a morgue. But it had hurt her so bad this morning, and you were asking so maybe you could help in the future. It was a long shot, but maybe you could?

Wanda smiled a sad smile, before she answered. 

“You left.”

It sat there cold. Wanda’s hand stopped, and it came up to cup your cheek. 

You couldn’t believe it. 

War and death, so much horror, and what brought your lover to her knees this morning was you leaving. That was what had frightened her to thrashing, screaming, and crying.

 Wanda’s gaze didn’t shift, she wasn’t afraid. She’d told you the truth. It was her fear, her worst fear. And you bit your lip and shook your head. 

“Wanda, no.” You say and you don’t have to say more as Wanda gives you the most sorrow-filled mile you’d ever seen someone muster. 

“That’s my waking nightmare.” She admits, and you kiss her slowly before pulling back so she can see your face. 

“You brought me home. I’m not going anywhere.” You say so gently something snaps in Wanda, and she kisses you hard, and her hands fall into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to her. 

The song echoed in both of your minds. 

No, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I got no other place to go

No, take me home, home where I belong, 

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pillow talk

adult!Van x fem!reader

plot: you visit your hometown for summer break and can’t take your controversially older girlfriend with you, so you have to handle two weeks of being apart from her - one night, a phone call turns heated when you both realize how badly you’re aching for each other’s touch

authors note: someome asked if I could write a phone sex fic for her, which sounded fun to me, so this is what came of that :) I think at this point I’m fully a gf!Van writer lol I hope you enjoy <3 (ca. 5k words)

warnings: smut, dirty talk/phone sex, masturbation, me subtly pushing the “Van is a switch who prefers to bottom” agenda

two weeks isn´t that much time. it´ll fly by. it´ll be fine. I´ll be back with her before I know it.

that´s what you told yourself over and over before you flew home to see your family.

the years before, you´d always stayed at your parent’s place for at least a month each summer - if not two - but things had changed: you had fallen in love during fall the year before and weren´t used to spending more than a few days without her, so, to make the separation less daunting, you decided to make your stay a fourteen day affair, enough to make your family happy, but not too much to start going crazy from the prolonged distance between you and Van. 

there was no way in hell you´d have told your parents about her, that you were dating someone who could pass as their sibling, so you just let them believe that your palpable joyful, radiant energy came from a successful year in school, a group of lovely friends, a fulfilling job, instead of a woman who was out there missing their daughter so bad that she thought she might lose her mind.

within a few days of being back home, you and her developed a ritual of talking on the phone late at night, since it felt more intimate than rushed calls during the day while you were both out driving or at a cafe, a pillow talk vibe to your calls during those late hours that lent itself to whispered confessions, muffled laughter, losing track of time til you both had to get some sleep around 1 or 2 am. 

that night it was no different.

you´d spent the day at the lake, being social, meeting old friends, so by the time the sun set, you took a long shower, got yourself all nice and fresh, lit a scented candle in your room, opened the windows to hear the faint buzz of the cicadas and tall trees outside, and felt giddy as you called your girl, finally, splayed out over the bed as you pressed your phone to your cheek, leg dangling off the edge, gazing up at the ceiling, already smiling before she even picked up.

you beat her to the first word when the line on the other end opened up and said “heyyy” in a sweet enthusiastic tone.

“hey there” Van responded, her voice all kinds of cracked and raspy, a sound that was deeply familiar to you from when she woke up after a nap, usually a little disoriented and cranky, so you laughed and said “oh, sorry baby, did I wake you up?”, amused when you heard her clearing her throat and trying to pull herself together.

“no no, I mean not really, was just dozing, resting my eyes, as they say” she explained as she sat upright and found a better position. “ah I see, hope you´re not too tired to talk, I´ve been waiting for this all day” you teased, so she insisted “oh no way, I´m wide awake now, trust me sweetie, feel free to chew my ear off. this is just what happens when you´re not here to keep me up til midnight, makes my body realize how old it actually is.”

“well lucky me that I caught you like this, you sound sexy, very dreamy” you cooed into the speaker which made her scoff to mask her bashfulness at the shameless flirting “took you about five seconds to start hitting on me, huh”. 

you grinned to yourself and nodded as if she could see “oh I´ll make it one tomorrow, just you wait”, Van got comfortable and felt herself relax, immediately soothed by your way of lovingly messing with her, even while thousands of miles apart, “perfect, looking forward to it”.

“so” she said, as if she was just then coming to her senses, louder and clearer than before, “how are you holding up over there? anything juicy to tell me about today?”.

you thought for a second and absentmindedly stroked one of your pillows before you said “not really, no, I will have some juicy drama to tell you about if I ever slip up and mention you though, so who knows”. 

“oh, that would turn into a lovely little family affair if you dropped that during dinner, I can imagine, yeah. have you gotten close?” she was genuinely curious, Van was nosy at heart and it killed her that she couldn´t observe it, how you looked and behaved when you were blatantly lying to your parents faces about being single, whether there were little giveaways or if you were truly just a stone cold liar, unlike her, who would´ve accdientally blurted it all out day one if she was in your spot.

“nope, it´s not that hard to hide our relationship, you know, I can tell them stories about things we did, trips we took together, all that, because I just refer to you as a friend, age you down a bit, easy” you told her, phrasing it that way on purpose to tickle her, which worked, a faux-offended gasp on her end of the line before she answered “oh wow.. I´ve been demoted to the friend status, ouch”.

“but isn´t that kinda hot though? being my secret, hm?” you whispered, lascivious and dramatic the way you delivered those words, trying to get under her skin, which wasn´t entirely unsuccessful, Van joked in return and said “your secret? how scandalous” her voice lowered too, matching your energy, which made you miss the banter you two always shared, the casual back and forth during your days together, the little stolen moments where you were both trying your best to make each other laugh or roll your eyes or both.

“very, we´re doing something so fucked up here, baby, depraved really, perverted” you told her, playing it up, turning yourself on a bit by phrasing it that way, thinking of your dynamic as more forbidden than it actually was, which didn´t escape her, so she interrupted your thought and said “oh yeah, our take out and move nights would have people clutching their pearls, I´m sure”.

you weren´t gonna let up, you were in a mood, which made you wanna push her buttons a bit, - perhaps the fact that you were ovulating didn´t help - so you said “well… if I went into detail about how I´ve had my way with you on the couch you´re sitting on right now, then yeah, they probably would”

Van went quiet for a moment. you hit a nerve. got the upper hand with that one. your words forced some memories back into her mind that made her shiver: vivid flashes of being ruined by you, her hand resting right where she´d once held on for dear life while you´d fingered her within and inch of her life while sucking on her tits to a point of having her beg for mercy. she crossed her legs out of instinct and sighed “damn you´re in heat, huh?”. 

“yes, yes I am” you admitted, unwilling to sugar-coat how horny five days of no touching whatosever had left you, after weeks and weeks of being used to having access to her all the time. 

“so, tell me… what are you wearing right now?” you asked her, which got a laugh of surprise out of her that made you heart melt, a high-pitched sound that made her sound like she was your age. 

“oh it´s so fucking sexy, brace yourself” she said, so you smiled and told her “yeah go on”.

“my big white t-shirt that has a hole at the sleeve and my gray sweatpants. try not to moan too loudly imagining that” she uttered, which did give you an image that was enticing because you could easily picture the rest: her hair effortlessly messy from the humidity of the shower, falling down her shoulders in pretty waves, her face bare and rosy-cheeked, her lips glistening with that vanilla coconut balm she used, the taste of home, of soft kisses before bed, her body at ease in those wide clothes. 

“no bra, right?” you inquired, already knowing the obvious answer, but leaning into the sex-hotline voice you´d been trying on for the past minutes, which was getting to her more than she cared to admit, so she scoffed “yeah that´s right, you perv.” eliciting a laugh from you too that made you break character and fear that your parents might´ve been woken up by it, a grin of success on her face when she heard it. 

“fuck I wish I was there..” you groaned, theatrically rolling over on the bed and flinging your free arm out like a lovestruck teenager in a 90s romcom.

“I wanna feel you up soo bad. bet you´re so warm and soft right now” you whined to her, which made her admit to the same feeling “hm, wish you were here too. I miss how handsy you get, feels wrong not to be groped out of nowhere all day. also, your turn, what are you sporting for the night” she asked, taking the lead.

“well it´s hot as hell here, even at night, so just a thin tank and cotton panties” you told her and caressed your own bare thigh the way she might´ve if she was there in that moment.

she gave a low whistle, which made you shush her “shut up” as your face heated up from the feeling of being cat-called by her, as if she wasn´t your girlfriend, as if she was a hot stranger coming onto you. 

“next time just lie and say you´re in the nude, for my sake” she added, twirling her hair while picturing you like that, naked on top of your childhood bed, glistening from your freshly applied lotion, a glow of sweat and too much sun all over your skin, a sharp hit of desire to her body when she imagined the space where your thighs would part, where she might crawl up on that bed and push her face between your legs, feel and taste and please you. god. she missed you. 

“will do” you said and heard the labored breath on the end of the line, so you took the chance and set your mind on riling her up as much as possible while not being in the same room as her. challenge accepted. 

“you know…” you said, which made her snap out of her fantasies, “yeah?”.

“I´ve been fantasizing about you” you said, matter-of-factly, as if it was just an afterthought, trying to reel her in, peek her interest. 

“go on…” she said, barely hiding her pressing need to hear more.

“been dreaming of what I´ll do to you once I´m back home.” you went on, your voice silky smooth, buttering her up.

“oh, is that so?” she said, trying her best not to give away how much she loved hearing you talk like that, her tone huskier than before, that low, achingly attractive sound you´d come to crave during the day while waiting to speak to her later on.

“hmmm…been getting a bit too worked up actually, it´s intense. can´t help it though, I´m not used to being away from you for so long, my body is in withdrawal.” 

“hm, poor thing” she cooed, deeply pleased by your open admission, so you feigned offense and said “oh wow, thanks for the concern”, which made her smile, the expression audible when she said “oh come on, you know it´s no different for me! I just don´t do anything about it and stoically suffer through it, unlike you”.

you gasped a little “what´s that supposed to mean? you think I´ve been jerking off a bunch?”.

Van had a thing for getting a rise out of you, it wasn´t a secret, so she continued the thought “I know for a fact that you have, you´re a bit more… how shall I put this. efficient? in that regard. I mean it as a compliment, it´s hot”.

she wasn´t wrong, you were defintiely more active than her when it came to masturbation, which had lead to a few moments of her asking to watch, or even walking in on you because you´d purposely left the door cracked before getting yourself off.

“well, you do know me, yeah, I´ve been trying to help myself, more or less successfully…”.

you'd definitely had one or two experiences the days before where you´d thought of her with your hand between your legs, or a vibrator pressed against yourself, giving up mid-session when you could already tell that the orgasm would only leave you disappointed and wanting more.

“send a video next time.” Van said, dead-pan, a dry delivery that somehow sounded hotter than if she´d said it playfully, like it was a demand almost.

“uh, I´m not filming a sex tape in my childhood bedroom, thank you very much” you joked, which didn´t deter her, she just said “go to the bathroom then. or the guest room, or basement, I´m not picky.” you couldn´t tell if she was joking. she coulnd´t either.

“nope, no way, I want you to reallyyyy miss me by the time I get back, so I´m not sending you anything, not even clothed.”

“so cruel” she uttered, “hmm” you agreed, a moment of silence before she felt the boldness get a hold of her again.

“well, I don´t even need visuals, just tell me about it, give me something baby, please, look at it as charity for the elderly.” that made you laugh and give in, you told her “alright, alright, let´s see” while thinking of something to say that would get her hot and bothered.

“well… when I touch myself I don´t think of memories with you, but all the things I wanna do to you when I see you again.” she made a pleased “hmm” sound, urging you to elaborate.

“the moment I´m back, I´m eating you out til you´ve drenched my face and the sheets. won´t stop til you´re shaking and crying.” 

in that moment, you won, big time. you understood her to her core. her one big weakness, always, was being aggressivley pursued, so the second you stopped talking and the words settled in her mind and then in her body, her soul, she let out an almost pained “jesus christ…” a pang of need at her core then, heating pooling at her lower stomach, her face suddenly pink. 

you didn´t waste any time and kept going “hmm, gonna get my fill of you, gonna make you come over and over and over, won´t let you sleep. you´re so sensitive, it´s fucking addictive, you know that? I bet you´d come just from having me grind down against your through my clothes right now, hm?”. you were hitting her in all of her weak spots, as if it was nothing, proving your power over her in a way that made her body burn up.

Van´s breathing was heavy by then, her tone quiet and strained by lust as she tried her best to speak “yeah… yeah probably.. wouldn´t take much at all.. fuck go on please, what else are you gonna do.” you had her right where you wanted her. she was turning needy, desperate, weak, just how you remembered from all those times you´d come onto her before. 

“gonna kiss you and bite you and lick you all over” you were getting aroused from our own words then, so you shifted on the bed and sounded breathy and worked up as well “gonna grab you all over, rub up against you all eager and starved, gonna have you ride my fingers until you´ve drenched them.. my face too.. gonna ruin you, just the way you need, I promise baby” you told her, half speaking, half moaning the words.

“god you´re in heat…” Van groaned, turned on to no end form all the images you were conjuring up in her mind, her neck tingling where she imagined your kisses, her tits aching where she imagined your fingers digging in, her cunt throbbing where she imagined your mouth, your tongue, a strap.

“fuck I wish you were here right now, I wanna hear you whining and begging for me so bad” you confessed, your top clinging to your skin where you were getting damp from violent desire.

“fuck you´re killing me here, you know that” Van cursed into the speaker, so you begged “please touch yourself, please, tell me how wet you are… you´re soaked already, right?”.

Van did as you told her to and pushed her hand down her pants, no underwear in the way to keep her from immediately slipping her fingers over her slick folds, between her lips, collecting the arousal, lazily, but eagerly. 

she let out a whimper that nearly made you choke on your own spit, so you pressed your face against your phone as close as possible and said “oh god, yeah, keep going please, do it the way I would, rub your clit nice and slow, tease yourself the way I would if I was there, do it like me”. 

that instruction nearly did her in. she remembered your fingertips, the motions that always teased wild moans out of her, she imitated them and felt herself growing wetter by the second, so she moaned “fuck baby..” and kept going, legs wider apart then, her breaths and sounds pleasure driving you insane over the phone, your own body twitching with unreleased tension then as you could see it all so well in your mind, Van pressed back against the couch cushions with her hands down her pants, red splotches blooming all over her pretty pale neck the way they did over her whole body during sex.

“feels good right, to do it slow, to ache for more?” you asked, greedy for her whined words, so she said “god…yes” barely coherent, “go a bit faster now, give yourself some more” you told her and heard the result, a sharp cry as she started jerking herself off harder.

“baby.. I wish I could watch you do that right now and then have you rub your pussy all over mine, feel how wet we both are til were shaking and sweating” the words tumbled out without a filter then, you werent thinking, just spilling your thoughts, so she moaned “fucking hell” while trying to get off, you knew she needed more, it was the moment where you´d switch strategies, so you told her “put your fingers in, please”.

Van inched two of her fingers into her aching, soaked cunt and winced a little before it started to feel good, pushing herself in knuckle deep then, telling herself that they were your fingers, gripping the pillow next to her to hold on as she whined and started curling her fingers up.

“Jesus I can hear how wet you are…” you moaned, almost dying then from the sound of her fucking herself like that, faint squelching sounds reaching your ear that made you jealous beyond belief, aching for the feel of her pussy streched around your fingers, desperate to have her rock her hips down to hump your palm. 

without any hesitation you pushed your hand into your panties and started jerking off too, imagining that it was her you were jerking off, her juices, her folds, her clit, her cunt you were feeling slick and pulsating against your hand, mirroring what she was doing and pushing two of your fingers in, fast, no resistance at all, your arousal from before intense enough to leave you wet to a degeee where you could’ve taken a pretty big toy without any pain, suddenly wishing she was there to fuck you, to fill you, take you.

she heard what you were doing and kept moving her fingers in and out of herself, switching to a slower pace to draw it out, to play with herself the way you would.

“I miss how you fuck me, wish you were here kissing my neck while doing this, fuck” she whimpered and lost her composure as you couldn´t keep lying on your back and got up to straddle your hand and ride your own fingers, one hand holding the phone to your ear as the other was being soaked, your hips rocking back and forth, a whiny maon escaping you as you tried to find the best angle. 

“baby I miss you so much” you whined, needy and emotional then on top of being painfully horny, “miss you too god” she groaned in response, “I´m drenched just from listening to you, I´m so fucking wet” you whined to her, which gave Van a final blow to her sanity that made her twist and turn on the couch while adding a third finger to really satisfy her craving, to overwhelm herself the way you might, to come as hard as she was dying to.

“let me hear you please put your mouth right at the speaker” she begged, “you too” you demanded, so you both moved your phones right over your lips as you chased your shared climax and touched yourselves, fucked your own fingers, reached a point of pre-orgasm neediness that made her moan “fuck I´m so close, I´m gonna come” so you pleaded “just a bit more, wait for me, wanna come with you” so she held out as you fell onto your back again and shoved your fingers in as deep as possible, trying not to be too loud, hitting your weak spot over and over until your started clenching around your fingers and whined “I´m coming baby, come with me” which was all it took for her to let go and let the orgasm rip through her so hard she wasn´t sure if she´d squirted or if she had just gotten that wet, riding the high out while you did the same, breathless whimpers and moans echoing back and forth between your ears, until you both went slack, let out a shuddering deep breath at the same time, and felt a dazed, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of your mouths, your eyes still shut, your bodies sticky with sweat, your legs trembling, your arms cramped up from the holding of the phones and the fucking, a moment of peaceful, charged silence before you came to again.

“well.” Van said. “gotta go wash my hand now..” but before she could get up you said “no no wait!” which made her pause and say “huh?”, still reeling, a bit out of it.

“lick it off… it´s what I would do. do it how I would” you told her, which made her laugh in a way that gave away how winded she still was, “jesus youre greedy tonight” she teased and held her hand up before her face, fingers glistening in the dim light.

“I know you taste good, so. do it for me, please baby” you said, vocally batting your eyelashes at her, so she caved and said “alright” and licked most of the cum off her fingers, imagining it was your cum instead, which made her do it more thoroughly, the sloppy sounds pretty audible to you, so you sighed “hmm” in approval.

“you got me good baby. real good. fuck” she sighed and shook her head with a dazed, pleased expression while feeling a few last aftershocks tingling all over her body. 

“feels better, doesn´t it? when you let it out?” you said, feeling a cool night breeze come in through the window then and caress your limp, warm body. 

“yeah I needed that…I´m lucky you´re not as repressed as I am, really helps me out here” she said, only half joking, since she did thank her lucky stars that you weren´t shy and pushed her to yield to her desires in a way she never would´ve with someone else. 

“my pleasure” you whispered into your phone and took a sip of the water from your nightstand. just as you wanted to lay down again, you heard a scratching sound at the door and said “fuck, wait that´s the cat, she won´t give up til I open the door, give me a second” you told her and stood up to go let your little guest in.

Van laughed and said “sweet” as you ushered your childhood cat in, “yeah, she´s an old lady now, gotta help her onto the bed, she can´t jump that high anymore” you announced before you let out a groan from lifting her onto the bed and watched her suss out a good spot to lay down as you did the same.

“well, lucky for her, you loveee having old ladies in your bed” Van said, clearly very pleased with herself for how fast she came up with that out-of-pocket response, a scandalized gasp on your end that made her feel very smug before you chided her “you´re disgusting”, secretly approving of her remark of course.

“here, say hi to my strange girlfriend” you told your cat and held the phone out and to your surprise she actually let out a gentle meow, so Van cooed “ohh that´s adorable. damn I wish I was there to see.. are you petting her? I think I can hear the purring”.

“yeah, she´s getting all the caresses and kisses I can´t give you right now” you answered, smooth enough to make her feel a bit flustered then. “lucky girl” Van mused, endeared by the mental image of you half undressed lounging on a bed with a little creature snuggled up to you.

“but uh-” you said a moment after, trying to be earnest, to say something straight from the heart, so she didn´t interrupt you and gave you the time you needed to gather your thoughts, sensing your shift in tone. “I do miss you a lot. just so you know. like a lot, a lot. especially at night, this bed feels way too big, I don´t even want all this space for myself. ugh. I miss sleeping on your chest.” 

she was quiet for a second because she was too busy feeling her heart melt to respond immediately. “yeah I miss you too. not to make it a competition but I think you´re more miss-able than me, so I have it worse. I keep reaching over at night to put my arm over you, I miss the sounds you make when you nuzzle up to me.” 

“you know, it´s kinda wild…” you trailed off.

“hm, what?” she asked, speaking softly. 

“I used to spend some pretty horrible nights in this exact spot when I was younger, so I kinda wish I could go back in time to tell myself how lovely things are gonna get down the line. I wasn´t very good at being hopeful back then, so. yeah.” 

“aw baby…” she said, clearly affected by it, “breaking my heart here. I can´t take that image of you all upset and alone like that… now I wish I could go back in time too, to help you, or you know, hold you.”

you smiled fondly “of course you´d say that instead of thinking of yourself when you were younger, with way worse circumstances than mine. I love you.”

Van was selfless in love, devoted, loyal to a fault, you knew this, of course you did, but in that moment you were reminded of it in a way that made you tear up, which she heard, so she uttered “you´re making me choke up here, fuck. I love you too, so much.”

she shed a few tears, so did you, perhaps a little raw from the intense release a few minutes earlier, which ended in you eventually laughing, a sniffling sound before you said “sorry for getting all sappy on you, I mean it though, I´m so glad I ended up with you.”

“oh don´t be sorry” she said and wiped the corner of her eyes “happy tears are good, didn´t shed many of those before we met. so yeah. I´m glad too. that´s an understatement, but you get it.”

“I don´t wanna hang up yet…” you sighed, which was a shard sentiment, so she said “sure let´s just stay like this for a moment, we don´t have to talk, we could just lay together for a bit, relax”.

“okay yeah” you agreed, pleased by the idea of just hearing each other breathe.

“let me go to bed real quick, get comfortable” Van said and got up from the couch, which made her groan after having sat in one spot for so long, which made you laugh a little too loudly, so she exclaimed “oh, I`m glad my sounds of agony do it for you, really”.

“oh yeah, always” you whispered and got up from your spot as well “gonna go brush my teeth, I´ll be back in like two minutes” you told her and put your phone down on your blanket before rushing to your bathroom sink.

within no time, you were back, half under the covers, and said “okay, I´m back. my cat is curled up right by my head now by the way”.

Van was laying on her side by then and smiled “she smells good I bet, cats always smell like sweet dust or something”.

“wish you could meet her” you mused while stroking the soft fur, “she´d like you, she´s always been like her mom, prefers the ladies”. Van laughed “ah, a clever one then”.

“maybe I´ll sneak you in here one day, who knows” you whispered, a hint of mischief to your tone.

“oh sure, just have me stay in some nearby hotel like I´m your mistress that you can only invite over when the wife and kids are gone” she joked. “such a storyteller, huh” you teased “go on, flesh that fantasy out for me, will you” you told her, so she indulged you and spun a little tale about her being your side piece in some alternative universe.

by the time it reached 1 am, you both started slurring your words and felt your eyes get heavy, so eventually you said good night and hung up, both of you falling into a heavy, deeply relaxed sleep afterwards, sinking into a world of dreams that were just as soft and soothing and pleasurable as your phone call. 

the next morning, you woke up to a notification that Van had just transferred fifteen dollars to your account with an attached message that said “buy that book you told me about a few days ago, gotta have something to talk about later :)” , so you sent her a few sparkling pink hearts in response before you got up and realized that spending some time apart wasn´t all that bad after all, since it brought out new ways to get close to each other, to be sweet and attentive, even while you were separated by multiple state lines, proof that no amount of distance could keep you apart, ever.

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Hurt and Comfort (One-shot)

Check out my Bucky Barnes x f!traumatized!reader fic here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | AO3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x any!reader Overall Summary: After a rough mission leaves you banged up, you and Bucky have to hide out in an abandoned apartment.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluffy, little bit of angst.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Octopi, bodily injury that's kind of described (but Bucky fixes you up), mentions of other near-death instances.

A/N: This was inspired by a headcanon by @z-aeln: "I think that whenever Bucky has to share a bed (be it with a friend, a lover or even a cat), he takes off his arm before going to sleep, just to make sure he won't hurt anyone by mistake." I found it so heartbreaking, so here's something fluffy. A sidenote that I'm always looking for requests/headcanons! Enjoy.

Bucky shoves the door open. Pieces of plaster crumble on your head as you limp inside, shoulder grazing the warped frame. He follows you, closing the door and picking up a splintered wardrobe from the corner of the room, blocking the doorway with it. You hug the wall as you go to the back of the abandoned apartment, trying doors until you find the old, yellowed bathroom. Dragging your bleeding leg behind you, you clamber in, sitting on the toilet with a hiss.

Like a ghost, Bucky follows you, leaning against the door frame as you try and catch your breath.

“I told you not to go in.” He says, and you roll your eyes, stretching your injured leg out in front of you.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know they have an electrified octopus as a guard dog?” The thing was an affront to the universe. One swipe of a tentacle and you received a five-inch gash in your calf, the surrounding skin pockmarked with raw burns from electric suckers. The feeling of your pant leg brushing against them makes you clench your teeth in pain.

“Let me see it.” Bucky mutters, stepping into the bathroom.

“Just give me the medipack.” You extend your hand out but he brushes it away, crouching in front of you on one knee.

“This is going to hurt, and I’m not going to let you pass out alone in a bathroom.” He mutters, taking one of his knives out and slowly starting to cut away the cloth surrounding the wound.

“Oh, how sweet of you.” You say through clenched teeth, the methodical peeling of the fabric feeling like he’s pulling away skin.

“That’s what everybody calls me. Sweetie Bucky Barnes.” He quips dryly, and you let out a light chuckle before wincing again as he grazes a thumb on your newly uncovered cut.

“Watch it doc.” You say, but he ignores you, instead throwing you the medipack and pulling your leg on top of his bent knee.

“Give me the wipes.” He says.

Your breath hissing through your teeth, you do as you’re told, giving him the sanitizing wipes with stuttering hesitation. You know it’s going to hurt, and your body has had enough hurt for today.

He wipes away sticky blood and the burnt cloth remnants that stick to your wounds, and you close your eyes in an effort to hide away from the sensation.

“Burn aid.” He says, and you open your eyes to see him looking up at you, one palm outstretched. Dirt and soot cling to his skin, a bruise forming on his temple and a cut barely bleeding on his lip. A sight you’ve seen a lot before, but rarely with concern knitting his brow. You almost reach up to rub it away, but you hold your hand back.

“Is it bad?” You say breathlessly, and his mouth pinches into a tight line.

“It will be if you don’t give me the burn aid.” He says, and you dig in the pack, tossing him the tube. He catches it with one hand, holding your foot still with the other as he flips it open and readies it above one burn.

“Don’t thrash.” He says before he drops liquid ointment on, and you gasp as if it’s burning you all over again. Reaching out, you grab onto his metal shoulder, digging your fingers into the meld between flesh and machine as you groan. He shuffles slightly closer to you, giving you a better grip.

“Sorry. They’re acid burns. I have to stop the spread.” He says through your moans of pain.

“I’m going to make that damn octopus into takoyaki.” You hiss, and he chuckles as he continues.

“I’ve never seen you cook a damn thing.” He says. You flick his ear and he glares at you.

“Take me on a mission where we end up with a working kitchen, then. The past five places we’ve had to stay in have been basically a hole in the ground. You’ve had to sleep on the ground in three of them.”

“If it was up to me, you wouldn’t be going on missions at all.” He says, and you scoff.

“And what is that supposed to mean? Are you doubting my abilities now? It was one octopus. Which, might I add, I almost killed before you dragged me away.”

“I dragged you away because an 8-foot tentacle latched itself onto your leg and shocked you so bad I saw smoke coming from your skin.” He mutters, turning your calf around to find the rest of the tiny burns that litter your skin.

“Yeah, I got hurt. That’s what happens when you’re on mission.”

“No. You’re not supposed to get hurt. Mission or not.”

“Well, neither are you, but you still come with me every time.”

His eyes flick up to yours, and your breath hitches.

“You’re not supposed to get hurt. I’m there to keep you from being hurt. Whatever happens to me during the course of that, happens. Needle.” He looks back down at your leg, tossing the empty burn aid ointment behind his shoulder and extending a palm towards you again.

You exhale sharply.

“You treat me like I’m a civilian. I’ve fought, you know. Wherever they sent me, I fought. I’m not weak just because I have less experience than you.” You take out the needle and thread pack, slapping them down in his hand. He glances up at you again.

“I never said you were weak.”

You stop talking as soon as he makes the first stitch, your thoughts blinded by pain. You don’t realize you’re white-knuckling his shoulder until he pats your arm with his metal hand.

“Done. How you feeling?” He asks, looking into your face as you look at him blearily. “Because you look like shit.”

“Aw gee, thanks Sweetie Barnes. You really know how to make a gal feel better.” You put on the hokey accent that usually makes him roll his eyes, but he doesn’t now. Concern still knits his forehead as grabs the gauze out of the medipack on your lap, quickly wrapping it tightly around your leg. Your eyes flutter closed again, and he snaps his metal fingers in your face. You open your eyes, annoyed.

“Watch it.” You hiss.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

��I’ll do what I want.”

He tightens the bandages in response, and you curse at him. He smirks.

“Right back at you. Get up.” He takes the medipack off your lap and lets your leg down gently, standing next to you. He leans down, putting his metal arm around your ribs and hoisting you up, his other hand on your waist as you throw your arm over his shoulders.

Together, you limp over to the only bed in the place, an old mattress in the main room in front of a large, dirty window. He leans you against a wall and throws one of your two blankets over its dirty surface, coming back to you to lead you to it.

“Easy.” He mutters as he lowers you gently onto it. You fall back as you land, stretching out your leg and hazily looking up at the ceiling.

The sunset from outside throws diffuse pink and yellow light on the dingy apartment walls, covering the moldy plaster with a heavenly hue. You blink slowly, exhausted, pain radiating from your leg. The world seems to stand still as you look over to him again.

The same light halos Bucky, now looking down at you from beside the mattress, arms crossed. You smile lazily up at him.

“Howdy.” You say.

“What’s so funny?” He asks.

“Nothin’. You look pretty.”

“You’ve lost too much blood.”

“I’m saying the truth!”

“You’re obviously losing it.”

“You don’t think you’re pretty?”

“I’m not the pretty one in the room.”

His cheeks blush a dusty pink as you blink up at him, taken aback even in this dizzy state. He looks away from you, walking away quickly.

“I thought I looked like shit?” You say after him.

“Yeah. You do. Drink this.” He comes back in your vision, crouching down and putting a pouch in your hand. You make a face, knowing what it is instinctively.

“Is it strawberry?” You ask, and he chuckles.

“Of course.”

“It’s the only one that tastes remotely good.”

“I know. Just drink it.”

You sigh as you bring the chalky protein pouch to your mouth, trying to swallow it as fast as you can.

“With all this Stark and government money, you’d think they’d make it taste better.” You choke out, which nets you a chuckle from Bucky. Your heart flutters.

“I guess life-saving EPO smoothie pouches are difficult to make taste good. Are you done?” He holds a hand out for the crumpled pouch. He throws it over his shoulder as soon as you give it to him.

“Littering is bad, you know.” You say.

“I’m a bad guy.”

“No, you’re not.” You furrow your brow and match his silent gaze. His cold blue eyes stay bright in the darkening room, and you’re not sure if its the soft look he’s giving you or the blood loss that makes you feel weightless.

“You should sleep.” He says quietly.

“Finally.” You yawn, breaking eye contact first as you roll away from him, laying on your non-injured side on one half of the mattress. A moment later, a blanket is thrown over you, and you quickly tuck it under your chin, trying to get warmer.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You yawn, and you hear his grunt of affirmation from across the room. You lean up on an elbow to see him sitting against the wall yards away from you, one knee bent up and his metal arm laying on it. At your movement, he looks over at you.

“Yes?” He says, and you pull the blanket back to leave an opening.

“I’m cold.” You say.

“What?”

“And you can’t sleep against the wall.”

“Yes I can.”

Your thoughts whirl out before you can stop any of them.

“You shouldn’t sleep against the wall. You’re old. Maybe you’ll get stuck there. Your knees locking up. Then what’ll happen? Neither of us can get up? We die, starving in this shitty apartment? You want that?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m cold. Please.” You say, quietly. His jaw clenches.

It must be the blood loss that’s letting you plead with him. Usually these raw, aching feelings are ones that you keep to yourself. His silent, watching eye always having to be blanket enough.

But now, the cold is to your bones. And in this open-air apartment, he must be cold too. He watches you, shadows now hiding the expression on his face.

“I’m not old.” He grunts as he gets up. You smile until he reaches a deft finger behind his metal shoulder, pressing an invisible button. His arm pops off with a hiss into his hand.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He looks over at you.

“Taking off my arm. What are you doing?”

“Questioning why you feel the need to do that.” It looks uncanny, him standing there with the limp and lifeless part of him in his hand.

“If I’m getting in bed with you, I have to take off the arm.” He says, slowly.

“Who says that?”

“Me.”

“Well, you’re being stupid.”

“What?”

“What’s the point of taking off your arm?”

“Do you know what I’ve done with this arm?” He shakes it a little in your direction, hand stiff.

“You mean years ago?”

“I beat three men into a pulp with it today.”

“Yeah, after their walking seafood platter tried frying me into oblivion.” You scoff.

He scowls, a beam of moonlight shining across his face and down onto the arm. You lay back down, looking at him as he thinks. He always thinks so deeply, his jaw clenched. You often think about how it would feel to rub the tension out of his expression, running your fingers through his hair and down to his shoulders. Being able to touch him without pretense.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He mutters after minutes of silence. Your heart flutters again as your confusion grows.

“What do you mean, hurt me? You’re not going to hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.” His voice is so soft, it stabs your heart. You sit back up.

“Bucky-”

“I hurt people. That’s what I was made for, and that’s what I do. Whether I want to or not. This arm has-” He cuts himself off, his voice dying in his throat as he clenches his jaw again. “I’m a weapon. And I don’t want to be used against you.”

His words hang heavy in the air, broken when you chuckle and shake your head. He snaps up to look at you.

“You don’t get it, Barnes.” You say.

“And what don’t I get?”

“I trust you.”

“What?”

“Intrinsically. To my core. I trust you. I know you’re not going to hurt me.”

“You can’t know something that I don’t know myself.”

“Bucky, you just stitched up my leg with that arm.”

“That’s what you do if your partner is hurt.”

“You pulled me out of that flaming car in Beirut a month ago, with that arm.”

“I wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t speed into the wall.”

“Minor mishap. You pulled that drowning woman out of the sea in Miami. Stopped that runaway train in Bucharest. You even saved that cat in Sheffield, like an honest-to-god superhero. All with that arm.”

He stays silent, looking at you from across the room.

“You’re not a weapon. You’re a person forced into a position that you’ve broken out of. You use your arm as a tool for your own goals, which since I’ve known you, have never been anything except rooted in the care and protection of others.” You say, and he still doesn’t say a word.

“Bucky, I’m not scared of you. I would never be scared of a hero.”

Bucky stands photo-still across the room. Your heart inexplicably beats faster as you grow more tired.

Restlessly, you drop your head back onto the bundle of clothing that acts as your pillow, and pat the empty space behind you as you look at his silhouette.

He slowly clips his arm back on, shrugging his shoulder, and hesitantly walks over to the mattress. It sinks as he sits down on it, taking off his boots with precision. You close your eyes.

Already, you feel warmer.

He lays on his back next to you, his own jacket bundled up under his head, and your skin rejoices at the light touch of his warm arm on your spine as he settles in.

“Better?” He says quietly, and you flush at the feeling of him so close.

“Still cold.” You say, half into the blanket bunched near your face. After a moments hesitation, you hold your palm up to him. “Arm, please.”

“I thought you didn’t want it off.” He says, and you roll your eyes.

“Cuddle me, idiot.”

“What did I just say about hurting you?”

“You’re not going to hurt me. Unless you let me freeze to death.” You chatter your teeth. His eye roll was practically audible. It takes a moment until he brushes your hand aside, turning to press his chest against your back and putting his warm arm curled under his head. He slides his metal one over your waist.

He keeps it there, delicate and uncertain, and you’re hesitant yourself as you reach down to it, pulling it up your body and laying it against your chest. Hugging his forearm, his hand twitches as you kiss his palm gently.

Bucky stiffens behind you, a sharp intake of breath making a small bit of panic flash in your brain, but he doesn’t pull away.

After a moment, he pulls you closer, nestling you into the curve of his body. You drift off to sleep, the ghost of his lips burning a kiss in the delicate skin behind your ear.

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Meadow's Garden: episode 1

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On an early summer afternoon, a little ginger kitten was up to some mischief in the garden. All of a sudden, his best friend Ruby bunny had run and tagged him with her wiggly little nose. You're it! Chester the kitten sprung into action on the narrow path through mama's crops, worn by years of running paws. I'm gonna catch you Ruby!

Sarge, the brave farm dog who they called papa, saw the little ones flash under the fence and into the vegetable beds. He kept a watchful eye. Look at my babies go!

Mama looked up from her watering with a start, clutching her sunhat as the animals rushed by in their game. She smiled in amusement. Be careful sweeties! Neenee duck, who never left her side, let out a quack of agreement.

I am, mama, Chester called, looking back for a moment as he bounded on. Here went Ruby through the flowerbeds! A few more steps and the first pick of the strawberry patch would be his. I'm gonna get you, Ru-! Just as he turned back to leap across the duck pond and to victory, a root caught his front paw, and it seemed he was completely up in the air... and bound for a swim! WHOA!

The birds on the oak tree startled, and Mr. Wiggles the bullfrog even croaked. Lamby, who had been playing in the tulips, sounded the alarm. Mama!

Before long, papa Sarge had swept over, helping the clumsy kitten out from the slippery rocks that lined the pond's edge. Again, again! Chester cheered, but spring had hardly lifted, and the water was still chilly in the morning shade of the oak and cypress.

Sarge thought it was hardly the right time for a dip in the pond, carrying his little one gently back to the house. Silly kitty. Watch next time, okay?

Yes papaaa. The kitty begrudgingly agreed, but that swim had been quite refreshing!

Ruby hopped alongside them. Sorry Chester!

The ginger kitty was unbothered. Hehe, I like swimmin'! But now he wouldn't get his strawberries! Of course, now the cold was getting to his fur, and now that he thought about it he was a little hungry...

Mama wrapped the kitty up in a fluffy towel just in time for his afternoon nap. The family settled down for a cuddle and a bottle on the rocking chair after such an eventful morning. My little swimmer, mama cooed. We'll get you all dry. Before long, Chester was fast asleep.

I'm so excited to share this with you all! As always, this is my art. Reblogs are welcome. I authorize no reposts even with credit. Episode 2 coming soon!

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