#3am with gifs of a naked man

[moodysullie]

a.k.a the reason why I rewatch this movie

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— stone flower

SUMMARY : aka. part two of i believe in a thing called love. quickly attempting to find out what’s wrong with his girlfriend, dean makes a dreadful (objectively funny) discovery about what’s actually going on

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : sam, castiel 

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), dirty thoughts/reminiscences, fluff, crack?, cas being an angel LOL

WORD COUNT : 1.9k

A/N : title from a muse song. this fills the someone is cursed square on my @jacklesversebingo card. if nothing makes sense, it’s bc I wrote this at 3AM :’)

It felt strange to you now, knowing that Dean was your boyfriend and that he had been for years. 

You felt naked beneath his gaze. 

Not entirely in a sexy way. 

He had the advantage of knowing everything about you. Naturally, that made you feel vulnerable. Part of you dreads to think of the things he knew about you, but part of you found it arousing. The way he just… seemed so hooked on you was making your heart soar like Icarus did towards the sun.

As soon as Dean realised you weren’t joking about not knowing him, he rushed you into changing more modestly, hardly giving you any time to recover from the two orgasms he pulled from you. Once you were both decently dressed, you legged it out of his bedroom, his hand in yours guiding you through a dark hallway with dozens of rooms that you were curious to explore. 

The two of you were still flushed, still physically glowing with that post-orgasmic euphoria by the time you reached Castiel in the kitchen attempting to eat a sandwich after you woke Sam from his slumber. You’d forgotten all about it until Castiel gave you and Dean an inquisitorial look.

It was embarrassing. You’d attempted to tame your hair, but you knew you were screwed, and quite literally looked like you’d been properly, thoroughly screwed by the same man you claimed not to remember.

But worst of all, your body could still feel him. 

You were still wet from your two orgasams—with his and with your own release. You could feel it dampening your underwear as Sam and Castiel spoke to Dean. You shifted uncomfortably in the library chair, the table was scattered with old books, the pages were filled with strange images of monsters and beautiful herbs.

As lovely as they looked written on the now-yellow pages, you couldn’t focus much on what Sam and Castiel were saying, not when Dean’s eyes were fixed on you. Not when your clit continued to pulse and ache alongside your sensitive pussy.

Part of you figured he was only concerned, but the way he swiped at his pillowy pink lips with his tongue whenever his eyes dropped to your lips—which made your heart flutter—told you he was also still aroused.

It was driving you nuts. 

He was so hot. 

Your heart hammered quickly in your chest and you tried to ignore the way his gaze heated your skin like the sun you couldn’t see in the “Bunker” you were trapped in. Your nipples tightened in his shirt and your pussy fluttered around nothing but the memory of once having him inside you. 

You bit your lip and tore your gaze from his to look at his brother.

You would have been more embarrassed about the state of you if Sam’s hair had been neatly hanging down his jaw, but it was dishevelled and parted in a way that didn’t seem to be his typical style. He was dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt and some blue and green plaid pyjama pants. He wasn’t even obvious about whether or not he noticed the way you looked so fucked out. 

You feared that you simply couldn’t hide it. 

But you mostly felt so alive, so electrified by Dean’s presence and how much he seemed to adore you. You felt beautiful. 

Dean’s hand blindly found yours and for once—at least since the morning when you woke up—you could tell the way your stomach fluttered was not from lust. His thumb brushed tenderly over your knuckles, he squeezed your hand gently, he did all of that subconsciously as he spoke to his brother. Your heart only slowed down because you felt safe, assured. In any other situation, you’d be stunned by his affection and your heart would leap out of your chest—but it’s as if your body still remembered him.

You only then realised how many other lovely things you must feel just being around him. Part of you missed not knowing what it was like, what he was like. You only felt, deep inside, that it must be much more intense and tender if you only remembered.  You wanted to remember it all so bad.

You tore your eyes away from Dean’s beautiful hand around yours to look at Castiel when he spoke.

“I can try to fix it,” he offered, then gazed into your eyes. His blue eyes nearly drowned you as they studied you. You thought to yourself something you don’t even remember learning from anyone: only psychopaths don’t blink. His gaze was intense, so you looked away. 

“Yeah, let’s, and then we’ll move on to the next theory if it doesn’t work, we gotta fix this, now,” Dean agreed and, once again, he squeezed your hand gently. He finally looked at you again, and while all the hunger had faded into concern, there was a lot of love in his eyes that heated your cheeks.

“We’ll fix this, Dean,” his brother reassured him. 

Dean hesitantly looked away from you to contemplate his brother. You admired him for a few moments, the curve of his plush lips turned into a frown, the line of stubbled jaw, the flutter of his beautiful lashes. Castiel’s coat rustled beside you and you felt his cold fingers on your forehead before you could turn to face him. 

Your eyes fell shut on instinct and you felt warm for a few moments before Castiel’s fingers stopped pressing against your forehead. You peeked an eye open to question Dean quietly. He looked at you expectantly, as if he were holding in a long breath, waiting for you to show a sign of something, but you were only confused. 

“Okay…?” Dean leaned forward to take both your hands from your lap. Was that supposed to do something? You regretted watching the hope fall from Dean’s pretty face, but you’d rather be properly fixed than pretend you could remember him.

“I still don’t know who you guys are,” you shrugged and looked at Castiel for answers. He squinted his eyes at you and then looked over at Dean. His mind worked quietly and quickly as he analysed you and Dean,

“The source for her loss of memory is not in her,” he revealed, then pursed his lips as he walked behind you to get to Dean. You tried to follow him as you thought of what he meant, your frown deepened, his large hand fell on Dean’s shoulder. Dean looked down at his hand, puzzled.

“What?” You and Dean asked simultaneously.

“You are the source, Dean.” You stared at Dean with wide eyes and he mirrored the expression on your face. “It feels… like a mind parasite, similar to a mind STD-”

“STD?!” You both turned to the man, bewildered.

“Not really,” he soothed your concern with the most casual expression on his face. “I said it's more of a parasite, it burrowed to your mind—and it’s attached to her now too, feeding on her memories of you to keep it alive.”

“Okay, well how the hell do we get it out of my head?” Dean exclaimed, shrugging off Castiel’s hand to get up and pace. His hands rested on his hips and he chewed on his lip. You didn’t know how to comfort him, and it frustrated you.

“That’s going to be the hard part. Parasites make you crave whatever it is it’s hungry for-”

“So, what? No sex!?” Dean instantly asked and rested his hands on the table, right beside you. 

“That’s what it is?” Castiel asked, brows furrowed in perplexity. 

“Why does it matter?” You interrupted, your entire body heated up uncomfortably with shame. Both of them looked at you. Castiel took the bait and began to think.

“Don’t tell me I need to go cold turkey on sex,” Dean mumbled mostly to himself, but you still heard him. You rolled your eyes at him half-heartedly and felt yourself smile. He relaxed visibly at the sight and returned a small smile that made you feel more confident about finding a solution.

“Can you really not stop… I don’t wanna say it…” Sam groaned with a grimace. You really could have blown hot air out of your ears from humiliation at the implication of his words about his own brother—about you. 

God, how horny were the two of you regularly? Is that why they don’t question the fucked-out state you were both in? Because they were used to it? Unbelievable. 

Sam didn’t need to verbalise what he was saying. You glanced up at Dean. He frowned and pondered for a long time, then he looked agonised at whatever he was thinking. “Come on, we gotta find something else.”

“You’re gross, Dean,” 

“I’m sure we can go a few days without… sex,” you tried to reason with him. You really just wanted your life back, all of it, if it meant remembering Dean. He gave you a look, it challenged your words. You could already feel your body react to him, the feeling of his gaze was like foreplay. You were both doomed. 

“Dean-”

“How the hell did I even get this-what, parasite?” Dean broke the spell before Sam could make a comment about it. You exhaled shakily and sank back in the chair to think deeply, trying to force your mind to seize the memories and fight the parasite. 

“Remember that witch you were being a dick to in Lafayette last week?”Sam asked after a few moments of shared silence between the four of you.

“Wha- that bitch! I knew there was something off about her!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sam got up from his chair after closing the book he was reading, smug and amused. “She’s long gone and the only thing we know can work is if we keep you far away from each other.”

“But…” Dean pouted and gazed longing at you. You looked up at him and his wide green eyes. God, you wanted to give him everything. 

“It might be the parasite making you afraid of being away from her,” Castiel offered, but Sam scoffed. Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, and you frowned. Could that be true?

“Come on, he’s like that on a regular basis,” Sam argued. Today was just not your day. You sank deeper into your seat, hoping the heat wasn’t visible on your face. And if it was visible, you hoped the chair would come alive and devour you whole. Part of you was flattered. “Remember when you and her got stuck for two days in that angel trap? Dean didn’t even wait for us to get out of the car-”

“Okay, I get it!” Dean saved you from the embarrassment of events you didn’t even remember and threw his hands up. He was blushing, too, and it was so adorable. “Look, fine. I’ll do whatever I have to do for a short amount of time if it means spending the rest of my life with her—with her memory intact.”

They turned to look at you. You sat up normally in your chair and focused back on Dean. He was already making you fall in love— and hard. Somehow. You wanted that life with him and all the memories of how embarrassing the two of you are together. 

“You know, I don’t know anything about anything, so… if this is the solution, I’m in.”

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can you plz write headcannons or a story about female reader picking up nubbins sawyer while he’s hitchhiking, one thing leads to another, and she’s riding him to death (not literally teehee) in the back of her van🖤? maybe a bit of dom reader too? thank you so much🖤🖤

Yessss! Of course! Thank you so much for the request! I can totally write a headcanon also if you like! I love my little stories lol

Pairing: Nubbins Sawyer x Dom fem reader

Warning: NSFW!! Very nsfw, mention of drugs, violence, etc

Ps: Not 100% proof read it’s 3am lol it’s possible I overlooked something

You were a lost soul according to your parents, but in your mind all you wanted was to be free. A lot of things gave you that feeling of freedom- music, the open road, and a couple psychedelic drugs here and there. Having all three at your disposal you felt pretty free today. Driving your 72' Ford van you jammed all the way down the road. You hummed at the silk like feeling of the wind running through your fingers as you held your hand out the window. You smiled to yourself when you saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road. Of course you pulled over for them. First off it was way to hot to be walking I mean you were practically naked in your mothers eyes. And secondly he was pretty cute and you didn't have anything to do all day besides seeking that sweet freedom.

Once you came to a stop the strange looking man quickly got in the car. "Hey man? You alright? Its super hot out today. Suppose to be the hottest day of the year." You stated trying to make small talk. The man now in your passenger seat smiled. "Where you heading too hm?" You smiled at him as you started to drive away occasionally looking at him. "South" You nodded. "Same!" You giggled. "So how did you get out here?" You asked softly. "I was at the slaughter house, my brother work there. My grandfather too! My family always been in meat." He chuckled a little liking the attention he was getting from you. "Oh cool, my daddy was in it for a bit too but got a better job as I grew up. I never liked it, it made me sad seeing the poor babies." The man chuckled. "Its good food though, see they make head cheese. T-they take the head and boil it expect for the tongue and they scrap all the flesh away from the bone. They use everything, they don't throw nothin away!" Hearing the man ramble on you thought it was a bit gross but also kinda cute, he was so excited as if he hadn't had anyone to talk to in years. Like a little lost puppy. You giggled a bit, "Well I didn't know that." You smiled at him then looked back at the road. "Oh I love this song" You said turning up the radio, the wind blew into your window perfectly swaying your hair from side to side. Your attention was captured when you saw a flash coming from the man. Looking over you saw the man grinning as he looked at you then his camera. “Hey you took my picture!” You giggled. “You can drive to my house! It’s just down this road! A-and you can have dinner with me and my..” before he could finish you cut him off “Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked as you pulled over. The man looked at you confused. “Let me see.” You said as you scooted closer to him and took the photo out of his hand. “It’s not bad. You wanna take some more?” You smirked at the man.

Before you knew it the two of you were in the back of you 72' Ford van. You made the first move which wasn't unusual for you. At first you whispered sweet nothing into the nameless man's ear, then started nipping at his ear and the skin on his neck, earning soft moans from him. You noted at how edger the man was, noting how he trembled at your touch. Seeing how he wanted to touch you just not sure how. "You can touch me if you want, I don't bite..hard." You giggled then moaned softly as the man place his hand on your exposed thigh. "We can be slow if you like?" The man starred at you in awe and shook his head no. "Good boy." You quickly straddled his lap and began to kiss the man, kissing you back the man placed his hands on your waist. Grinding you kept kissing him till he pulled back a little to let a moan escape his lips. "It feels good doesn't it?" The man nodded as he laid back watching you grind against his lap. Smirking you kept going as you removed your shirt then your bra watching the mans face as he grinned ear to ear. You grabbed the mans chin softly and pulled him to you. Looking down at him you felt very dominate and free. The mans breath hence at the sudden touch, looking up at you he went to kiss you but you moved back slightly. "Tsk tsk so you wanna touch me?" You asked. "Y-yes." The man stuttered. "What do you say?" "Please?.." The man was very impatient as he was so needy, wanting a release. Grinning you placed the mans hands on your chest and he bucked his hips uncontrollably, making you chuckle. You grinned against the man making him shutter and moan. "You are so big." In a matter of seconds you both went after the same thing, his belt. You pushed his hands away and he grunted frustrated. Grinning you undid his belt and then his pants, going to undo yours he stopped you, pushing your hands away lightly. The man quickly unbuttoned your daisy dukes. Lifting yourself up the man pulled your shorts down. Before you even realized he was inside you and you rode him like a bull rider. Hearing his moans, grunts and whimpers. It was music to your ears and he was so unaware.

You both stayed in that metal tin till the sun went down, changing positions and occasionally fighting for dominance (when you won more than once) you moaned as the now naked man trusted into you and kissed on your neck. Grabbing his hair you moaned out, grinding as best you could against. The man moaned as while almost in perfect harmony with you. Before you knew it you both were finishing at the same time, it was something you never experienced before! A feeling washed over you that you swear was familiar but it definitely wasn’t.

Laying in the floor of the van you snuggled up with the man you come to learn to be Nubbins. Finding a old blanket under one of the seats you both snuggled underneath . Surrounded by polaroids of your naked body and of his you both fell asleep on the biggest high you could only imagine.

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Hey! I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so so so much from the request and thank you tons for reading!

[dixons-sunshine]

Cuddler | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive themes/slight smut towards the end.

Word count: 617.

A/n: Wanted to post this earlier but the power went out and my phone died, so I went to bed. Anyways, power is back, I'm wide awake at 3am, so I'm finally posting lmao. I hope you like this!

Joshua “Scud” Frohmeyer was known to be clingy when it came to you. Everyone knew it. Blade knew it, Whistler knew it, hell, even you knew it. And you loved your boyfriend for it.

Scud was a hardcore cuddler. It doesn't matter when or where or what you were busy doing, if he wanted cuddles, he was gonna get his cuddles. You've learnt to just go along with it, knowing that he wouldn't stop whining and complaining until he got his way. More often than not, however, you were more than happy to give into his wishes. You loved cuddling your man more than anything, so it was rather easy to convince you to drop what you were doing and wrap your arms around your boyfriend.

Scud loved being held by you. It was his favourite thing in the whole world, except for when you went down on him, but that's something completely different. After long days of doing stuff for Blade and being worked to the bone, the only thing he wants to do is flop down on the bed or couch, on top of you, resting his head against your chest and listening to the steady beating of your heart. And if you ran your fingers through his hair and just talked about your day or read him something from the book you were busy with? He'd be relaxed and asleep within minutes.

Scud preferred being held by you, but that doesn't mean that he didn't hold you. Whenever the two of you were busy in the workshop and the need for cuddles flooded his being, he'd be clinging to you like a monkey to a tree. He'd embrace you from behind and rest his head against your shoulder or back, making it extremely harder for you to work, but you wouldn't ever tell him that. He'd occasionally press a kiss to your exposed skin, whispering to you to just drop what you were doing and go lay down with him.

He also loves spooning you from behind. Pressing his body against yours from behind while cuddling in bed? If he were to die during those moments, he'd die a happy man. Plus, if he was feeling particularly needy during those moments, it was the perfect way to let you know he needed you without having to tell you. Just slowly rutting against you from behind was enough to tell you what he needed from you, and you almost always gave him that.

During sex, Scud has to be holding you. Whether he's the dominant or submissive one, it doesn't matter. His arms always had to be holding you close to him, especially when you rode him.

When you were busy rocking yourself on his dick, he'd have his arms wrapped tightly around you. He'd be in a seated position, his head resting against your shoulder, loud whines and breathless pants escaping him. Your hands would be in his hair, slightly tugging it to gain that downright sinful moans from him. And when he'd finish, you'd be holding him close to you, your arms around him grounding him back to reality.

After sex, Scud was usually the one being held. The both of you would be as naked as the day you were born, and your boyfriend would be sprawled practically on top of you, his arms once again being wrapped tightly around you. You'd softly be playing with his hair, successfully coaxing relaxed sighs from him. That's how he would fall asleep, and it would be some of the best damn sleep he'd ever get.

Joshua “Scud” Frohmeyer is a cuddler, and it was definitely one of his best traits.

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[bloodxbat]

Stress Relief

Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, MDNI, praise, degradation, breeding?, oral (male recieving), face fucking

Word Count: 1,446

Summary: Gojo comes back home to you after a long day and mission. He uses you as his stress relief…and you love it.

A/N ello ello, I know this might not be the best (I finished this at 3am lmao) but it’s a start and i’m so hyped for all you Gojo lovers to read this!! I’m absolutely on a chokehold from that man! 

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It was silent in your apartment. Satoru was out on a mission as always and probably wouldn’t be home for another hour. You were trying to relax and watch the TV but anytime he’s out on a mission you can’t help but stress, each night he comes back,,,,he’s not himself. The stress of each mission is slowly tearing away at his positive personality and it’s heartbreaking to witness. 

Being the most powerful modern sorcerer comes with a reputation of never failing. Being the best. If it takes Satoru even slightly longer to complete a mission it was as if his world was breaking apart bit by bit each time. 

You were just about to go lay in bed ready to sleep as the clock ticked 3am, until you heard the rattle of the door opening. You almost broke an ankle breaking into a sprint through the hallway to see your boyfriend standing at the door. 

“Toru?” 

He was covered in blood, not sure if it was his own or someone else’s. His blindfold still covering his eyes, desperate to look you move closer hesitantly. Each step echoed through the apartment as your slippers hit the cold wooden floor. Gojo stood still, breathing heavily. 

Reaching up you take off his dark blindfold, letting his snowy hair fall down. His normal sparkling bright blue eyes are dark and full of lust. Like an animal that caught sight of its prey.

“Toru, are you ok?” 

Your hand grazes his cheeks and his hand flies up and grasps your wrist tightly. Staring into your eyes he growls out.

“I’ve had a very-very rough day my love, so what I need you to do…what you’re going to do, is get undressed, go into the bedroom and lay there waiting for me ... .understood?” 

You nod your head weakly, biting your lip as you feel the wet patch beginning to form in your pants. Walking to your shared room you leave behind a trail of your nightwear leading through the hallway. Whenever Gojo was in this mood you knew your purpose…and you loved it. To be used by the most powerful sorcerer would be most girls' dream, but only you got to live it, and for the rest of your life. 

Laying on the bed you hear Gojos footsteps getting louder and louder as they approach the bedroom. Squeezing your legs in anticipation as you felt the bed dip with your boyfriend's weight. His hands lay above your head supporting himself above you. He looks down all over your curved body and lets out a moan with a smirk and cocky laugh. 

“Look at you, so perfect, so fucking beautiful, all mine” 

You shiver as his hands grapes onto your sides and squeeze as he trails them down the rest of your body. It’s not often Gojo deactivates his infinity technique given that he is pretty wanted by a lot of the cursed spirits that roam japan. But for you, he’d do anything, you were his oxygen, his purpose, his plaything. 

His slender fingers reach your heat as he slides them through your folds and you both moan at the feeling. 

“Mmmm fuck, all nice and wet for me, haven’t even done anything to you yet” he lets out a breathy laugh “what is it that gets you so worked up, is it my touch? Or is it my voice” 

“B-both” 

He laughs at your pathetic stutter.

“Wow I really do have you all worked up, good.”

The bed rises as Gojo gets off the bed. He begins to undress, he kicks off his shoes, and tears off his outer shirt. Painfully slowly as if to tease you, he knows what he’s doing, the anticipation of seeing his god-like naked body seemed to go on forever. 

Once he gets down to just his boxers you can feel your own drool drip down your chin, it will never not take your breath away at just how big he really is. His hard cock desperate to be freed from his boxers. 

You sit up at the edge of the bed, wordlessly begging him to move closer and he does. You pull down his boxers exposing his cock, the red tip soaked and dripping with precum. 

As if it were instinct you instantly take his cock into your mouth, tasting him and moaning around him. Gojos hands fall into your hair as you bob your head onto him.

“Fuck, didn’t even need to ask you, just like a whore you just get on with your job huh? Sh-it darling so fucking good with your mouth” He moans loudly. 

He thrusts his hips into you, forcing you to take all of him down to the balls, small gags escaping your lips as he hits the back of your throat. At this point you don’t need to do anything as Gojo has grabbed onto your hair moving your head for you, fucking your throat, using you. 

A mix of your drool and his precum now coats the floor beside the bed as he pulls out of your throat, grabbing your chin forcing you to look up at him. Your face covered in spit and your eyes watering from your gags.

“You’re my fuck toy aren’t you darling, get to use you for stress relief after a hard day at work”

You nod your head agreeing, wanting, needing him to continue using you. He lets out a laugh as he pushes you down onto the bed. Climbing on top of you, you can feel his cock grazing your clit. Gojo crashes his lips onto yours, instantly pushing his tongue down your throat, tasting himself on your tongue. Both of you let out a moan, the sounds vibrating against each others lips. 

He swipes his cock up and down your folds before thrusting into you with a growl. 

“Fuck, so fucking tight for me, f-feels so fucking good baby, you’re mine, you belong to me and no one else. Who do you belong to, who does this pussy belong to? Hmmm nhhggg” 

“Y-you Toru belongs to you all for you and only f-f-for you FUCK” you almost scream as he picks up his pace.

The sound of your skin clapping together echoing round the room, both not caring who hears you and you moan loudly with each thrust. Gojo’s eyes are filled with drunk lust, the feeling of your walls squeezin around him is almost too much for him to handle.

He flips you over so your ass is in the air. Your face pressed down into the pillows, muffling your noises as he re enters you with a slam. You reach your hand down and start circling your clit with your finger. 

“Mmmmhhfff are you touching yourself baby? Yeah, such a slut flicking at your clit as I fuck you hard, keep going baby you’re squeezing against me with every movement, feels so fucking good” 

You can feel the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot. You just know he’s bruising your insides with how big and hard he is. The thought makes you even more weak, the fact that your limps tomorrow will show everyone just how well Satoru Gojo can pleasure you, just how much he uses you. 

It’s not long before you’re both almost at the edge, both pulsing and silently begging to cum. But you know you shouldn't’ even dare, not without Gojo.

“M’gettin close Toru, gonna fucking cum nnnhhhgg please, please can I cum, i-i’ve been so good please” 

Gojo keeps thrusting in you with an animalistic growl each time, driving you even more crazy. 

“Cum with me darling, come on cum with me as I fill you up uuugghhh” he moans out

With one final thrust you both reach your climax with a scream and groan. Gojo paints your insides with his cum as you soak him and the bed with yours. Your eyes are heavy and body weak from being thrown around and used. The very feeling you love each time, to feel so used. 

Gojo collapses next to you on the bed. Both of you are breathing heavily. You watch as his muscled chest rises and falls with every breath. Sweat drips down his forehead as his hair sticks to it. 

“You’re such a good stress relief my love, you have no idea”

“Glad I can be of assistance” you laugh out breathlessly.

Gojo chuckles as he pulls you close to him, laying your head on his chest, he leans down and kisses you gently on the head. You look up and kiss him, smiling like an idiot, bathing in the fact that you know, Satoru Gojo is yours…forever.

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

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Chapter 22

Summary : A naughty phone conversation, a mission gone wrong, and loki finally meets your mom.

Warning: 18+, Phone Sex, smutty soft, dirty talking, mention of stalking, scent kink?, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, praise kink, soft precious bean loki, sub loki, switch loki and y/n (they keep going back and forth, who said you have to be just one thing?)

"I miss you" you mumbled as you sighed and you could hear him smiling on the other side of the phone.

"It has been long since we have seen each other, I miss you too" you giggled as he said that.

"I don't even remember the last time we met..do you?" You heard a little laughter from him as you said that.

"Hmmmm let me ponder over it for a moment. Oh it was yesterday..yes that's too long" he mumbled as he laid down on the bed. He had just gotten out of a shower after a long day, unfortunately he wouldn't be getting much rest tonight because he had to leave for a mission.

"I have to sleep alone again huhh "

"I know I am not too stoked about it either" he smiled.

"So you'll be leaving for this thing around 3am?"

"Yes"

"That's too early, is this mission going to be dangerous?"

"Nothing too dangerous for your man" he chuckled.

"It's just 12 here so it must be 1 around there..do you want to take a nap untill then?" He sighed as you said that. He didn't want a nap, he wanted to talk to you.

"Are you sleepy my love?"

"Noooo.. not yet"

"Then I do not wish for a nap, let me just talk to you precious bird of mine" you giggled as he said that.

"Mmmhmm what are you wearing hot stuff?" He chuckled at the nickname though he had an inkling that this conversation would lead somewhere filthy.

"I am in bed darling..you know what I wear in bed and that is nothing"

"Mmmhm that's a nice view from top, is there a sheet covering your lower half?" He placed one of his arms under his head before he put the phone on speaker and laid it on his chest.

"Yes sweetheart. Give me a view as well" he closed his eyes as he pictured you on the bed.

"Well i have your shirt on and I'm not lying this time.. and a underwear "

"Is it the one with tiny bears printed on it?" He chuckled and you gasped.

"How did you know?"

"Intuition my love…is it cold in there?"

"Kind of, I like it cold, makes me miss you less"

"You cute little thing" he sighed and you heard some ruffling at the back.

"What did you just do?"

"I removed the sheet that was starting to bother me" you bit on your lips as you closed your eyes and pictured his naked self on his bed, his cock already hard and begging for attention.

"Goshh..am I making you hot?" A nervous laughter escaped his throat as you said that.

"You always do"

"Toucchhhh yourself baby" he gasped as you said that.

"You want me to touch myself?"

"Yeahhhh be a good boy and do it"

"Fuckkkk darling.. you're going to make me regret not being there tonight aren't you?"

"Well I do want to be the only thing on your mind"

"Don't even have to try little love, I'm doing it, have my fist around my cock" you moaned as he said that, you put the phone on speaker and placed it on the bed.

"Good boy, i love you, stroke yourself slowly..up and down..just like that" his mouth gaped a little as he followed your instructions and began to stroke himself, it's not that he had never touched himself in the privacy of his chamber and the shower stalls but having you tell him how to please him was a different kind of thrill he had never experienced before.

"Take the shirt off darling, underwear stays on"

You moaned at the deep sound of his voice before you pulled the shirt off your body. This is why you needed your hands to be free.

"Done baby..it's sooo cold"

"Mmmhmm bask in the cold for me..need you to feel it sweetheart, need you to feel me around you, every breeze shall remind you of me"

"Ohh Godd" you moaned as your fingers played with your erect nipples while the other hand went inside the waistband of your underwear, you have never felt so soaked in your entire life. You pictured him on his bed, stroking himself slowly, you could almost feel him around you, his scent was all around your bed.

"Are you dripping for me darling?"

"Mmmhmm so wet..I feel… slutty"

"Slutty huh.. Feels naughty.. doesn't it?"

"Mmm I can imagine the precum glistening at the tip of your cock, always gets me going" his breath hitched as you said that, your voice remained sultry and breathy, every word dripping with raw sexuality.

"Oh yess" he rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock and used the precum as a lube to fasten the pace of his movement "What would you do if I was there?"

"Mmm if I was there..I'd lick it clean"

"Fucking hell darling, you're a dream"

"Mmm that's nothing..I have a filthy fantasy in my head, would you like me to share?"

"Please do share" he smiled.

You heard the sound his cock made as he pumped himself vigorously. Your own fingers worked your clit but you wished you had him touching you instead

"Just wishing I was there, on my knees, ready to service you"

"You want to serve me huh? How would you do that sweet thing?"

"However you want, but I desperately want to suck your cock" he moaned as you said that, his imagination went wild instantly .

"Ohh fuckkk yess, you keep teasing me with that ..one of these days I'm just going to grab you by the head and shove my cock in that pretty little teasing mouth "

"Ohhh God lo I wish you'd do that..I wish you'd just take me like that"

"I bet you'd like that .. want me to rough you up sweetheart?"

"God yess i want to suck your cock all the time and worship you like the god you are.. especially when you look so pretty like that" the furious fapping sounds only heated your arousal to the extreme, all your senses were at play here.

"Uhhhuh ohhh babyy my sweet baby keep talking my love"

"Ohhh God" you moaned at the petname that he had never used for you before.

"You like it when I call you that?"

"You have never done that before..I love it..goshh I can't stop thinking about sucking your cock, it's so filthy but it feels so good"

"I know it does. Close your eyes and just think of me standing at the edge of your bed"

"Oh that's so hot..I'm picturing you all naked with your hair dripping, your cock hard and heavy, i would suck every drop of water off your glistening skin"

"Mmmhm.. and pull your hair up, I'd need something to hold"

"Godd yess"

"Good girl..now I have your lips wrapped around my cock.. eager to see how deep you will take me before you gag on it"

"Fuckkk lokiii ..I'm gonna make a mess of myself " you whined as your fingers pumped in and out of your walls.

"I need you to be a complete mess darling "

"And I want to..ummm noo..that's too dirty" he chuckled as you said that, the raging animal in him wanted to cross all the boundaries of decency. You were his to ruin afterall.

"Come on sweetheart lay it all out on me, I'd never judge you, I'll go as filthy as you'd want me to, I'm all yours to be dirty with" he whispered, his voice rich and seductive. At this point you'd have came just by the sound of his voice reading a dictionary.

"God i love you"

"I love youu"

"Okayyy umm you want to hear it?"

"Please tell me"

"I just want to press my head between your legs and kiss every inch of your cock, your scent intoxicates me lo, uggghh i want to stay there until that's all there's to this world, just the thought makes me so wet for you" his pace quickened as he imagined the scenario in his head.

"That is so lewd sweetheart..I don't know why you'd assume that I wouldn't want to suffocate you between my thighs if that is what you desire so desperately" you whined as he said that.

"Mmm I want that lo..i want it so bad..god I'm so close"

"So am I. Let it go sweetheart, just think of the next time I am there with you in going to fulfill all your dirty little dreams"

"Godd yes"

"Cum for me pretty girl..there you go..let me hear those pretty sounds" he slowed down his pace as he heard you cumming so hard, the breathy moans as you crumbled almost took him out as well but he wanted to last a little bit longer, the fantasy you had about him had brought him to the edge, he just needed you to tell him to cum. He stroked himself slowly as he thought about you just worshipping his body, your heavy breathing slowly faded and then he heard nothing at all.

"Darling are you there?"

He asked you just to be sure that you were still there with him.

"You thought I'd leave you hanging like this?" he chuckled as you said that.

"Never, i know you'd never leave me hanging"

"Mmhm..Good boy, are you close, baby?" He bit on his lower lip as you said that, he was no boy any longer, he hadn't been one for a long time but the way you just melted him and brought him to his knees with two simple words never failed to amaze him.

"Yess my goddess"

"Awhhh do you want me to tell you what to do?" You cooed and you heard a whine in response before he spoke.

"Pleasee tell me what to do" he whispered as he closed his eyes and stroked himself again.

"Just keep going baby..think about your cock in my mouth, does it feel good?"

"Soo good ..I want to cum inside your mouth darling" he whispered as he quickened his pace.

"But I want you to cum all over yourself baby ..want to know why?"

"Whyyyy …whyy please tell me why" he whined and his voice got higher and higher, he was going to cum soon and you knew that.

"Because I want to lick every drop of your cum from every inch of your skin" you heard him grunting as the filthy image filled his head, it was impossible to hold on any longer and he growled like an animal as his orgasm swept him away..

"That's it…that's a good boy, such a pretty boy" the growl slowly turned into a whimper as he rode his high, the sound of your voice only made him wish you were there, not just to make all these dirty fantasies come true but so he could hold you and have you pamper him like the good boy he was for you. He never needed much time to recover but he was so quite on the other side, you could just imagine him all flushed and pink in the cheeks, god you missed him.

"You want to take two minutes to get cleaned and come back?" You asked him so he laughed a little before he agreed to the proposal, his cum had splattered all around his torso and his chest, sone made it to his chin so he definitely needed a quick shower again.

In the meantime you also got cleaned up, put on a fresh pair of underwear and you huddled inside the blanket he had gifted you.

"I'm back"

"I'm here princess, are you all bundled up? Don't want you to get cold anymore" you giggled as he said that.

"Mmm you are so cute.. safe to say we'd never ever get back to being friends after that filthy conversation" he chuckled as you said that. Somehow this conversation felt more sexual than you two having actual sex and you both have done it plenty of times in the last few weeks.

"So that fantasy of yours where–"

"Shutuuupp" you cut him off as your cheeks flushed.

"Darling we need–"

"Nooo shushhh I said shushhh" he laughed at your embarassement, you always got so shy after the act and he always found it endearing, it was like having the best of the both worlds, the shy adorable princess who wore cute little underwear turned into a dominating little minx as soon as she was horny, he was blessed truly.

"That fantasy of yours is very tittilating is all I am trying to convey" you hummed as he said that.

"Mmm its not weird?"

"Darling, to know that my natural scent arouses you is very erotic in nature, so primal" you smiled as he said that. Every inch of him aroused you.

"Okayyy..I just don't want to make you feel weird"

"You could never my love" he mumbled but when you didn't say anything in response he spoke again,

"Are you sleepy now?"

"No baby I'm here" a yawn accompanied your words so it was less believable.

"You can sleep my love, you have to work tomorrow"

"Mmmm"

"Darling?"

"I'm here, i love you so much…so so much..it's crazy how much I love you" he smiled as you mumbled in your pre sleep hazy state. He truly wished he was there at the moment to snuggle with you.

"I love you and just so you know, nothing will ever ruin our friendship, you will always be my best friend in the whole nine realms and I be yours"

"Mmmmmmmm best friends forever" you clutched onto a pillow and made bird-like kissing noises over the phone. He didn't hang up until he was assured you had fallen asleep.

You woke up right around 9 in the morning, you had to be at work in like an hour so you hurriedly got dressed. You called Loki but his phone was unreachable. There was a voicemail he had left on your phone around 3 am so you gave it a listen

"Darling, I know you are asleep and I didn't want to wake you. I am leaving now and I would love to hear from you sometime later in the day, I shall return by the afternoon so perhaps you will hear from me" he chuckled and it made you smile but it also made you very emotional, you just wanted him to be safe and come back to you "I know..I just know you are tearing up now so I'm going to go.. Loki come on brother, we are getting late" you heard Thor's voice in the background and it made you chuckle "See you soon my beloved..never forget that I love you"

Around 4 in the afternoon you called him again and his cellphone was still out of reach, he should have been back by now and he was supposed to call you.

Anxiety crippled you when in the evening you called him again but his cellphone still had no reception so you finally called Jane and asked her if they were back, she told you that all of the Avengers had returned except Loki. Your heart went still as she said that.

"What do you mean…where is he?" Your voice choked on your tears and you heard her sighing.

"I don't know..Thor is looking for him..he just disappeared, all of them had decided to meet at the same spot once they were done with their individual assignments but Loki didn't return but he'll be okay y/n just keep yourself calm okay" she told you but how were you supposed to stay calm in this situation? He was missing, they couldn't find him. Where was he? Did Thanos take him again? Was he being hurt again? Millions of questions were bothering you, you just wanted him to be back to you, safe, you didn't even talk to him before he had left. Why didn't you talk to him?

You had no moment of peace after that but around ten at night you heard a knock on the window and as you opened the blinders, you saw his bruised but smiling face. You quickly opened the window and he got in, that's when you noticed that those weren't the bruises but he seemed badly sunburned. He was in his green Asgardian leather uniform.

"Where were you?" Your eyes welled up so he grabbed your shoulders to hug him, as soon as you felt his embrace you broke down, he quickly picked you up and then you felt him stumbling on his feet so you asked him to put you down.

"What's wrong lo? God please tell me what's wrong with you?"

"Alright, but you need to relax my darling" you crossed your arms as he said that, you glared at him for a moment before you grabbed his arm and made him sit down on the sofa.

"I got severely heated at the mission"'

"You got what?"

"We were in this desert, Sahara, or something and i underestimated the heat, i collapsed suddenly and fell down in this open pit"

"Why would you go there? You know you can't tolerate that much heat lo" you raised your voice a little and he just wanted to calm you down, he had been through this feeling when he couldn't get in touch with you the day you had met Stephen so he knew how terrified you must have felt.

"I know that now, i am sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that darling, come here" he opened his arms so you sighed and hugged him before you abruptly got back up again. You closed the window and lowered the thermostat so it was freezing cold in your apartment.

"Take your clothes off baby"

"Really you want to–" he smirked but as you glared at him again, instead of finishing whatever innuendo he had in mind he waved his fingers and he was completely nude except for a brief that he had on, you came back to him with bunch of icepacks and sun burn soothing cream in your hands, you also had a bowl filled with ice cubes.

"Princess I don't need this, my immunity will kick in now that I'm back into the cold environment"

You put the stuff down on the sofa at his response and decided to storm away but he grabbed your arm and pulled you on his lap.

"I am sorry, i need it, fix me darling..I am sorry..hey I'm sorry" he kissed you softly and grabbed an ice pack then he gave it you so you placed it on his cheek around the burned area, the tears spilled from your eyes so he wiped them away with his thumbs. You grabbed the cream and applied it on the burn mark all around his face as gently as you could before you moved down and rubbed the ice cube on his chest.

He had a huge burn mark right in the center of his chest and it did feel soothing to him, he remembered how he was literally melting under the heat. He had similar marks all over his body, he was badly burned because of the scorching sun. Apparently he fainted and had fallen into a desert hole, it was only when the sun went down and the temperature got colder that he gained his consciousness back and came out of the pit, that's when Thor found him.

"You could have died" you sniffled between your cries so he shook his head and tried to kiss you but you pulled away, you just felt scared still. You actually thought something horrible had happened to him.

"I am sorry I yelled baby I'm so sorry..i was just scared" you cupped his cheeks and kissed all over his face as tenderly as you could.

"I know..you do not need to apologise i understand but i am here now, love me princess ..please love me" you cupped his cheeks and kissed him as his sad voice pricked your heart.

Safe to say he didn't go back to the tower that night because you spent the night loving him and pampering him as best as you could.

His job was risky, you knew that and whatever had occurred today had only made you more paranoid, you had extreme anxiety about the most frivolous things in life so this definitely wasn't easy, you didn't think you were capable of dealing with such a situation but you knew you had to learn to do that, you had to learn to be patient with his job, he was a strong warrior and he had been through hell and back.

And that night he had promised you that no matter what happens he'd always return to you.

"Okayy I'm apologizing in advance if she yells at you" Loki chuckled as you said that but then he realized you weren't joking, he was in a small city in Ohio with you, you wanted him to go meet your mother in person and he was nervous about it, mainly because he knew your mother hated his guts. He looked around and your mother's house was nothing like the buildings he was used to seeing in NYC or even your apartment. It was a typical two storey house in an Suburban area.

As you knocked on her door he grabbed your other hand in his to comfort you, he could feel you shaking with nervousness.

"Is this the house you grew up in?"

"No my dad lives there with his new girlfriend ..ummmm this is David's house, my mom moved here after wedding, ofcourse"

He nodded as you said that. As soon as the door opened and she had a look at him, she gasped loudly and took a step back as if she had seen a ghost, his brows furrowed and he stepped behind you to hide then he peeked his head to the side to look at her but she was just staring at him, still horrified.

You wrapped your arm around him and grabbed his hand to bring him back on your side again, you would have told him how adorable he was being but now wasn't the time.

When your mother didn't say anything you took him inside and that's when you saw literally everyone there, there was David of course, his precious daughters- Chelsea and Courtney, your mother's sisters and their kids. They all just seemed as bewildered as your mom.

"I said I wanted youuuu to meet him…you ..not the whole clan" you glared at her and she crossed her arms before she walked past you.

"Well Missy you have no right to be upset after this" she sneered at you so you sighed..

"Is that Loki? Avenger Loki? Oh my goshhhhh" you heard Courtney whispering, why the hell was she here? Wasn't she supposed to be in London? She was possibly creaming her panties already at the sight of him. He did look devastatingly handsome in that white button up shirt

"Does anyone get Mark Johnson vibes from him?" Chelsea mumbled, she seemed heavily pregnant now. You just hopeed she won't induce early labour to steal the attention from you. God you felt like a bitch around these people, they brought out the worst in you. Family right?

"Sit down lo..I'm so sorry " you mumbled to him and his brows furrowed but he complied to your request and sat down on one of the single couches.

"Mom, can I have a word with you in private?"

"Oh you want privacy now after you have humiliated me in front of everyone?" You glared at her as she said that.

"Ohhhh you are the one humiliated huh? You think this is humiliating for youuu?" You stormed towards the kitchen so she followed you.

"How long has this been going on for? And how did you even meet him?"

"He picked up the tesseract and guess where he ended up? In my apartment, he was living with me in my apartment for two months before he was caught again"

"Oh my lord" she put her hand on her chest dramatically as she braced herself against the counter.

"Don't be so shocked, you have met him already once, remember the dinner?" Her eyes widened as you said that

"I knew that day itself that he seemed familiar" you sighed as she said that.

"Look mom whatever notions and prejudices you have set against him, he's not that person"

"Oh how do you know that? For all you know he could just be fooling you"

"Why would he do that? I'm nothing special. Why–"

"Exactly my point. Why would he want you of all women on earth? He must have an agenda" She said to you and your eyes teared up. Sometimes your mom was the most insensitive person there ever could be.

"Maybe because we got to know each other mom, maybe just maybeeeeee although it might seem like a stretch to you but maybeeeee he just loves me for who I am even though you and dad had always hated me for that" you raised your voice but your voice choked up as usual, you felt frustrated and angry but the fact that you could never let out your frustration without crying was even more frustrating than your mom believing that a man couldn't just fall in love with you.

Loki was standing right outside the kitchen and all he wanted to do was grab your arm and take you away but he knew you'd never want that either, you loved your family and you needed them in your life. You took a deep breath to calm down, this wasn't the reason you were there.

"Look, If you'd just give him a chance you'll see him the way I do, he's not the man you think he is, he saved my life, do you know that? If it wasn't for him i probably would have gotten killed–"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not going to discuss that right now. Just get out there and treat him nicely mom or you won't be seeing me for a very long time" she groaned as you said that. Loki made his way back to the living room and sat down. David offered him a cup of tea which he gladly accepted. After a minute or two you returned with your mom and you asked him to scooch on the couch so you could sit next to him. You felt his hand rubbing your back gently so you smiled at him and kissed his cheek softly.

Nobody was saying anything, there was silence all around and a lot of staring so you sighed.

"Any questions? Do you guys want to say something?" You looked around the room and none of them said a word except your mom.

"What are you planning to do with my daughter? Will you marry her?" She asked him and you facepalmed immediately.

"Next question " you glared at her and she glared at him again "Really nothing? Nobody? Because you guys have alot to say when I'm fucking up my life or is it because you all know that i have something good going on here. That must be it huh…this must be killing you people" you stood up so he did as well and you linked your fingers around his own.

"Call us in when you really want to get to know him mom" you held his hand tightly and made your way to the front door, you had a lot of apologizing to do to him.

"Oh by the way, Chelsea?" She tilted her head as you turned around to look at her "Remember when you told me that no prince charming would come knocking on my door with this attitude? Well guess what" you pointed towards Loki and she scoffed but it was borne out of jealousy you could tell, all of a sudden their perfect life seemed not so perfect, it's not that your relationship with Loki was perfect but you knew that he was and you finally had someone you knew would never cheat you or lie to you or backstab you for selfish reasons and you wanted them to know that you were proud of him and you were blessed to have him.

As you stepped out on your porch loki cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly.

"I will return in a minute"

"Loki–"

"Please darling?" He pleaded with you with his eyes to go in again so you sighed. You didn't want them to hurt him with their words but you allowed him to go in. You eavesdropped and heard him wanting to chat with your mother in private so you circled around the house and stood in front of the kitchen window just so you could hear their conversation,

"Mrs y/l/n i know you are wary of me–"

"I can't even stand in the same room as you" she spat at him and your jaw clenched.

"And i understand that, I do, what I have done still gnaws at me every moment of my life"

"I'm sure it does" she said sarcastically. Is it wrong to want to hit your mom?

"It does and I don't think I would have come out of it if it wasn't for your daughter. I just want to tell you that you should be immensely proud of her because she is the kindest most gentle soul i have ever come across in my life and i have seen a lot, I have seen the evil that is out there in the universe but your daughter? She's so precious and all she had been wanting in her life is to be happy, that's all she has ever wished for, she never wanted to hurt you with her choices, she just wants to be happy and live her life on her own terms and whether you like it or not..i do tend to make her happy" she scoffed as he said that, you wiped your tears as his words filled your heart with such contentment.

"You can take your time with me and I promise you I will most certainly earn your forgiveness but please do not punish her for this, that is my earnest request to you" she crossed her arms and shook her head in disbelief so he looked down, he just had one more thing to say.

"And just so you know your daughter, my darling y/n, she's very special not just to me but as a human being, she's the most special woman there ever could be and i always wanted to share my gratitudes with you because without you she wouldn't be what she is so thank you, that is all, have a good day"

You smiled as he finished his words, his words had melted the frustration you had been feeling, you wanted your mother to give him a chance but if she didn't want to even listen to him then it wasn't on you or him anymore, you had done your due diligence, you just wanted to get the heck out of here but then you heard your mom,

"Please join us for early dinner in the evening, both of you"

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Note: Is she coming around? We will see.

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Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: swears, alcohol, 18+ absolute smutty smut smut smut

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𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍.

He had been gone for a fortnight.

Pulled away on club business, Jax said this would be a common occurrence. Even though he knew it would happen, it didn't stop him from thinking of you every minute.

He thought about your hazel eyes, long red-brown hair, and all those tattoos…that he had yet to touch.

This was the longest Jax had left for club business, and it drove you mad. After that night of confessions, your relationship progressed. You had your first date only a few days after deciding to be with each other. And if anything, your relationship was a bit back to front.

At least it didn’t start with a one-night stand. In fact, you hadn’t fucked Jax at all. Not once. You had come close, but there was always an interruption; something with the club, his kids, or either of you just not being ready.

  And you still hadn’t been formally introduced to Abel and Thomas.

The thought sent a jolt of both shivers and through you. If everything Jax said was true, then, well… you were going to be their stepmother.

The word felt sour in your mouth. Stepmother. The first word a person associated with that was evil - thanks to the many fairytales. But you weren’t evil. Far from it. Just a woman who loved a man and wanted to spend the rest of her days with him.  

  Plus, motherhood – you hadn’t even thought of it. Having a child yourself felt like a faraway event, something that was years away. Many, many years away. It would happen in the future. But for now, you only had to get to know Abel and Thomas.

But to do that…

You had to get through Wendy and Gemma.

- ✦ -

After Jax said he was leaving for club business, you thought it was a good idea to go back to work (even though Jax would have paid your wage, so you didn’t have to.) But you wanted to do something with your time, and where would Skeeter be without you? Up to his knees in paperwork and shit. That’s what.

To survive the time that Jax was away, he would call you every night. It was around the same time; early in the morning when he knew you would be awake. So, around 2-3am. And that worked just fine for him, since sleeping wasn’t an easy feat. And it worked perfectly for you, who was at work, alone (beside the newly patched in member outside – Happy was away as well).

At night, nightmares littered Jax’s mind.

Images of Tara, of his boys’ faces when he told them about her going to heaven. But you became his solace. And that meant he was eager to introduce you to his boys.

You sat at the front desk of Dubrowski's Funeral Home; paperwork scattered around you. For a moment you stared out the window, noticing that the darkness outside was closer to the morning then the evening. And yet, you were wide awake. An electrical buzz vibrating through your body, you couldn’t help the anticipation you felt.

The radio played old music; 70s, 80s, 90s, hits that you had heard a thousand times by now. The radio station loved to play the same thing. It was the only station that was on at this time. You looked over at the clock, and it read 3:25am. Late. He never waited this long to call. Sadness turned into dread when you thought about all the possibilities that could have happened to Jax.

He's fine. Probably just forgot to charge his phone, or maybe he lost it or – buzz! You leapt from your seat and grabbed your phone to see the name that popped up, Pretty Boy Teller, and you pressed answer.

- ✦ -

You had thought about Jax, naked, for a very long time. Never would you admit it, but you had daydreamed about being with him … seeing his cock. What did it look like? Was it big? What if you didn’t live up to his other experiences?

Those thoughts usually wormed their way into your mind right before you fell asleep. You had even masturbated over him. Different scenarios of you and him. Sometimes in the clubhouse, sometimes in your house, and sometimes in the shower or ... a public bathroom.

However, your sexual desires always had one thing in common: Jax was the dominant one. Even though you were a lady that could handle herself, you wanted to be looked after in the bedroom.

But the time for your questions to be answered was looming, and you couldn't deny the growing anxiety within you.

What if you didn't live up to Jax's expectations?

- ✦ -

You thought kissing Jax for the first time was the best day of your life. But no. Seeing him leaning against his bike in your driveway takes the cake.

   “How you doin’ sweetheart?” Jax says with a smirk, his hair slicked back and hands in his jean pockets.

  You knew he was toying with you. And you played along.

       “I’m alright,” you reply nonchalantly, resting against the doorway, blinking slowly.

He broke first.

  “Get over here,” Jax said in a low growl. He stalked over to you and even though you were a step ahead above him, he was still a few inches above you.

“I got something for you,” he opened his kutte and took out a box from the inside pocket. His smile reached his eyes and the crinkled with delight. He couldn’t wait for you to open it. Over your many conversations you spoke about your love for sterling silver rings, especially the chunky ones.

   “And don’t take this as … a sign…” he gave a little shake of the head and huffed a small laugh. Slightly embarrassed.

His tanned hand held out the box and you took it. Flipping open the box, you saw a silver skull with a crown on its head.

  While you inspected it, Jax kept talking, “I saw it in a shop in the town we were staying at. And I – I thought of you.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and wanted to jump into his arms and plant kisses all over his face. But you held back, trying to keep your cool. But Jax could see the blaze in your eyes, the burning desire. Because … you were finally alone together.

“Thank you, Jax,” you said in your most sultry voice.

But time was ticking, and the club house party had already started.

- ✦ -

The clubhouse was alive with energy. As if it had a soul of its own, the building breathed along with everyone else. Fires burned outside in bins, warming those who preferred the night air. Even though no children were here tonight, there was a mini playground with a set of swings in a small, fenced area, clearly showing that kids were here often throughout the day.

You were surprised with how many people were here. Even outside, there were many tattooed men and women; speaking, flirting, laughing, dancing to music. As you got off of the bike, Jax threaded his fingers into yours. There was an overwhelming smell of booze and cigarettes. My kinda party, you thought, as you walked hand in hand with Jax.

    “Don’t worry darlin’, this is gonna be fun.” Jax turned to you with a gleam in his eye and leaned down to give you a kiss. Leading you toward the building, the crunch of boots on gravel filled your ears, and then all once, everyone noticed Jax.

You watched as people flocked toward him, both known and unknown faces. But one stands out the most. Wendy. She stood with her arms crossed her chest, high-heeled black boots pointed toward you, almost like two loaded guns. Her blonde hair perfectly curled, and her lips pursed, you noticed how dolled up she was. And you knew who for. Jax.

  Looking at her straight in the eye, you slid your arm around Jax’s waist and moved closer to him. His body’s response was instant. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept it there for most of the night.

- ✦ -

As soon as you walked inside, you were met with the loud boom of both yours and Jax’s names.

    “Jax! Zo!” Tig yelled and grabbed the bottle in front of him, a stray glass and poured you a drink. Bobby was nowhere to be seen, and Chibs was sitting at the bar surrounded by croweaters. When he heard your name, he left his chair and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey Tig, Chibs-” you laughed, holding the glass so that it didn’t spill from the hug. Jax had already unwound himself from you and went to hug his mother, Gemma, who was staring you down like … a goddamn piece of meat. Even when she hugged her son, and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes never left yours.

Lady Death. The one who had birthed the Prince, was wearing all black, even down to her shiny heeled heels.

Fuck, you thought. And downed the drink from Tig.

With croweaters eyeing you, but never looking directly in your eyes, you walked over to the Queen.

    “Hi, I’m Zoe,” you said with a smile. Hoping she couldn’t smell fear.

- ✦ -

This is going well, you thought, trying not to say the wrong thing. Gemma wasn’t being too hard on you, but she was asking a lot of questions. ‘Where do you live,’ ‘Where do you work,’ ‘How long have you been in Charming,’ ‘Do you have any family.’ You answered each with grace and humour. Even Tig came over to add to the conversation.

  “I ugh, I’ve known Jax for a while-“ answering mid question, you heard the approaching noise of high heels. Clip clop, clip clop.

    “Well Jax, I guess she wasn’t a one night stand afterall?”

Wendy’s voice filled your ears, and you were glad for Tig’s drink.

You didn’t even look at Jax for an answer.

Yes, Wendy felt like a threat to you. Her history with Jax left you with unbridled jealousy. But it was plain fucking obvious that you were a threat to her too.

Your head whipped around to find Wendy with a slight smirk on her pretty face. Black kohl and thickened lashes enhanced her eyes; doing their best to stare you down.

   “Hey, I could be an escort for all you know,” you replied back with a ghost of a smile, not caring a single bit about what Wendy thought of you. As she started to reply, you walked over to the bar and asked for the lone bottle of Rye.

  The croweater behind the bar gave it to you, and a fresh glass.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not the first time Jax has dabbled in that area,” You heard the defeat in Wendy’s voice. You could almost feel it.

   Both the Teller’s were watching the show, Gemma enjoying it much more than her son. He was about to step in after you had taken a full shot of the whiskey. But you re-filled it and handed the glass to Wendy.

  Not expecting that move, Wendy took the glass and at the same time, Jax took ahold of your free hand.

   “C’mon babe,” Jax seemed to growl, both with light-heartedness and a possessiveness that everyone in the room felt.

- ✦ -

The ride back felt torturous. The wet growing between your thighs worsened beneath the rumbling of the bike. It was almost like the motor vibrated, and your hands clutched onto Jax’s shirt tighter. Leaning your head forward, you rested it against Jax, and you wanted so badly for him to turn onto the side of the road and take you there.

But you knew Jax wouldn’t want anyone to see you that way. You were only for his eyes. It was one of the things he had said during one of your phone calls.

  The night flew by in a blur, and then suddenly you were home and the bike stopped, and you were pulled inside.

Within seconds, Jax’s mouth was on yours, his tongue toying with your own. His leg pushed the door shut, without his mouth leaving yours and pushed you against the wall. With arms on either side of your head, he pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.

    “You’re mine,” he growled. Not moving until you said it back.

“I’m yours,” you breathed and leaned down to nip your bottom lip with his teeth.

    “That’s right, Princess,” and he removed his hands from either side of your head. The look in his eye made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the wetness between your thighs started to become overwhelming. You wanted to reach down and relieve yourself, but you knew who was in charge here.

Hands travelling over your shirt, Jax took off your jacket, “arms up, sweetheart,” complying, he lifted your shirt over your arms and his eyes landed on your laced bra.

  Jax smirked, and ran his fingers down your lips, to your throat, and over the warm place between your breasts. But he didn’t stop there. Jax’s finger travelled downward, and when he came upon the heat at your core, he growled.

Jax didn’t say anything but made the most animalistic rumble in his throat. Using his whole hand, he gripped your cunt over your jeans.

  Flicking from the Prince of Death to Jax Teller, he kissed you again.

     “You excited there, Princess?” His voice reeked of arrogance, and with one finger he wiped it against your wetness and brought it to his mouth. Sucking on his fingers, he told you to open wide.

   You did as you were told and opened your mouth. The mixture of your slick and Jax’s spit entered your mouth and you moaned.

The sound drove him mad. He had wanted you for so long, and now … now he got to have you.

     “Mine,” he growled again and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his middle and walked you into the bedroom. You felt the hardness in his pants. And every time he took a step, it bumped against your ass.

The whole time, you stared at Jax. Unwavering longing that was finally happening. But it wouldn’t be until the morning that the thought would sink in.

  Laying you down on the bed, Jax took a moment to stare down at the masterpiece below him. A woman who had been there the whole time. Who Jax had felt so connected to, for all these years.

   “You okay with this?” Jax said, his chest heaving up and down, adrenaline surging through his veins.

  “Of course I’m fucking sure,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Nostrils flaring, Jax took off his kutte, shirt and unbuckled his pants. You took off your pants and kicked them aside in a flurry.

    And then your bodies connected.

With nothing but your undergarments on, Jax slowly moved your bra straps down and threaded your arms through them. Your pointed nipples peaked just above the lace, and you moaned from the feeling of the material.

   Leaning down, Jax’s hot mouth encased your nipple and bit down. Pleasure bloomed inside you, making your hot core even wetter. Jax’s hand grabbed your other breast and started kneading it, and in that moment he created a world that was only for your pleasure and desire.

But soon you turned impatient and tried your best to rub your core against the hardness of his cock, which was still in his boxers. And then you felt Jax’s smile against your body, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. With a huff, you threaded your hands through his hair and tugged lightly.

   Pulling his head upwards you lunged up and pressed your lips against his. With his attention in the kiss, you pulled down his underwear and let his cock spring free.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel its size and length. Girthy, veined and … big. Oh, fucking hell, you thought to yourself.

    He sucked in a breath as one of your hands grabbed it and moved back and forth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded.

Within seconds, your panties and bra were ripped off of you and your legs were wrapped around his middle.

   “Don’t have to ask me twice,” and Jax centred his cock at your entrance. And took a moment to slowly tease between your folds.

  You whined in response, and Jax laughed.

“Okay sweetheart,” he huffed and pushed his cock inside of you.

  His strokes started off slow; Jax wanted you to adjust to his size before he did anything else.

   But you wanted him deep inside of you, so you tightened your legs around his waist and bucked upward to meet him. Partially surprised, he groaned in response and leaned forward, with his forearms on either side of your head.

  He stopped mid thrust to look you in the eyes. Jax’s blue ones bore into you, silently expressing how he felt. The longing over the years had been leading to this.

   Jax gently flicked his nose against yours, then pressed his lips to your own. You whimpered into the kiss, your insides feeling like honey as you felt every movement, both physical and emotional.

  Then Jax started plunging deeper and harder inside of you. The whole while, his lips were on your own, needing to kiss you. To feel as much of you as he could. He had daydreamed about the two of you ever since that night at Skeeter’s.

  When the plunging turned to pounding, your core started to build. It was when Jax moved one of his hands to play with your clit, did you realise just how brilliant this man was in bed.

   “Jax, I- I’m going to-“ You whined inside his mouth.

“C’mon baby, do it,” and with his words, his fingers and his cock still inside of you, you came.

   The noises that left your mouth were ones only Jax was going to here from now. And he thought they were absolutely divine. A piece of heaven that was only for him.

  And it was the sound of your orgasm that made him cum. When he went to pull out of you, you tightened your grip around his waist and pleaded for him to cum inside of you.

     “I’m on the pill,” you rasped, assuring him. Although, he wouldn’t mind putting a baby inside of you.

- ✦ -

The morning light filtered through the barely shut curtains. Warm and bright, it mirrored exactly how you felt inside. Jax hadn’t woken yet; this was the first night that he was able to finally sleep. And get a full night’s rest, well, not a full night…

Your hands lightly ran over the exposed flesh. Heat blooming through your body as you recalled the activities you did last night.

   You could already see the hickies forming on Jax, and you knew you had just as many. If it was childish, you didn’t care. It was your first time together. All you knew was that you loved the feeling of his body against yours. And that meant your ability to reason was completely out the window.

 Your time of admiration was cut short, as it took Jax only a few minutes to wake. But the way he smiled at you - sleepily and bleary-eyed but with utter love - made you silently thank any and every god for being allowed to be his.

    “Mornin’ sweetheart,” Jax's voice was raspy and slightly deeper than usual. And instantly it created butterflies in your stomach. God, even your toes tingled.

“Good morning, Jax,” you said, embarrassment creeping up on you. You did your best not to show it, but you couldn't let him look at you any longer. So, you buried your face in his chest.

     Laughing, he flipped you over and moved the hair from your face. Forcing you to see him. For a heartbeat, he just looked at you, the woman he loved. Then he bent down and kissed you. After a few moments, he pulled back.

“I have a question to ask you,” he said slightly above a whisper.

     Your stomach gurgled. “Yes?”

“Do you think you’d be up to meeting my boys today?”

[zedleaked]

God the insatiable urge to goshi post about literally anything,, I have so much intimate and domestic shit in my brain that I wanna get out but oughh

I just wanna write little scenarios or maybe draw them cuddling again or something but the amount of self indulgence and intimacy involved embarrasses me for some reason ughajbe

“like gee, Timezone [me] has been drawing Gonta and Ryoma shirtless [and implied naked??] so many times, that’s a bit sus…” -said like no one ever

idk man… that kinda intimacy just makes me feel happy and warm inside idk why I’m having that reaction…. And I’m gonna keep doing it anyways…

It’s 3am so maybe I’ll forget about this tomorrow but geez,, I have too many thoughts that can’t be kept in my skull.. I want them very bad 💔💔😭

[rreskk]

4am shenanigans

-A/N: This is a fanfiction I made for myself AGES AGO. I’ve decided to post it as an apology for procrastinating on requests and asks. MUCH LOVE!

Summary: Set in North Yankton, 2000s, you shared an interestingly intimate moment with Trevor Philips while in his car, beside a Church graveyard.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reade/Trevor Philips

Word count:  1583

In the middle of absolutely nowhere, Trevor’s (stolen) car was sat between a churches graveyard and a field of frosty grass that had dried out over the winter temperatures. It was around early morning hours, 4am to be exact; the sky being darkened and black as a void. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, the random car was rocking heavily, windows steamed up, unusual groaning and moaning emerging to interrogate the silence. The crows that were nesting in the trees evacuated for the sakes of the disturbing noises, hoping to find some peace in the state of North Yankton.

The car had no rest. It kept on rocking continuously for half an hour. There was not a soul from outside of the car… The church remained empty and still while the devilish activities made amends until it was all prosecuted and finished. The groaning was ongoing though… While the car was stationary, both pitches of male and female were blasted from the closed off (and sweaty) windows. It was a heavenly sound, a sense of relief and satisfaction.

Sooner than later, the headlights turned on, and the car sped off with high mobility. It drove through the misty morning and out of the Churches courtyard, leaving behind a faint smell of sex and no regrets.

  1 hour earlier ­­– 3AM – North Yankton, Ludendorff

  He fastened your leather jacket to see only your black lacy bra. He didn’t know whether he wanted it on or off, the sight was impeccably divine and saintly. You both had migrated into the backseats after a long, and frustratingly heated make out session that had led to you dry humping his thighs, towering over him as he lied there – enjoying the view while his boner only strained more.

Trevor rested his head against the door handle, having the VIP view. There was a wide and charming smirk on his face. He was beginning to sweat from the intensity, his thinning mullet dampening by the seconds counting.

“Ride me, ride me hard.” His voice hoarse and cheeks blushed shades of red. Trevor began biting his bottom lip as you slowly unbuckled his belt. He watched the way your hands zipped down his flies relentlessly. Your gorgeous fingers… His mouth watered at the thought of sucking them.

He wasn’t what you could call a “dominant” man. He hated labels, he hated acting one way. You’ve seen Trevor being as dominant as ever, but then you’ve seen him cradled in your lap like an inferior puddle of submission. Trevor had the reputation in North Yankton of being quite the ladies man. However, no matter the number of his body count, no lady has experienced such erotic moments with him. Unlike you.

Trevor dialled your number a few hours beforehand and this is where it got him. While his whimpers and whines of his ugly arousal was saved onto your shitty little mobile phone via voicemail, it’s a special reminder of how willing and needy he was to feel you around his skin again, besides… you’ll use it indifferently if he was in fact unavailable for lonely night shenanigans.

“[y/n]-“ Trevor spat out in impatience. You had daydreamed too long for his liking. He had his hands adventuring in your leather jacket as he grabbed onto your naked waist, pulling you closer. His force was incomparable. He practically pulled you with zero strength, easily guiding you to be sitting on his clothed boner that hid behind his underwear. You both gasped at the sudden contact, even through the fabrics.  

“Shit…” You breathed and began grinding against the hardness beneath you. Why waste anymore time? Trevor, wearing a leather pilots jacket, was under your bodyweight. His gleaming eyes, his flared nostrils, his crazy mullet and soft moustache (that had recently left stubble burns between your thighs days ago) was very much apparent, even though it was dark outside. The car light helped out more than you’d thought.

Trevor gagged in contentment and arched his back, pressing his hips against yours as his hands began perverting your bra. Those dirty and criminal fingers latched onto the hem, pulling it down enough so your nipples were free from the accessory he called “prison”.

“Trevor-“ You whimpered, “Oh God.”

“Oh, yeahh… Come on, baby.” He began toying with your breasts, pinching the nipples and rubbing them against his sweaty palms. Trevor looked like a kid at Christmas as you edged forward, proceeding to grind faster against the heated bulge in between his legs. He immediately moaned your name.  

Instinctually acting upon his natural response, he clawed your undergarments and tore them off, literally. You shuddered when fragments of your panties were now thrown in different sectors of his car. It almost made you forget that your sex was officially on display until he draped his thumb over the opening, determining whether or not you were wet enough for his cock. He always liked it soaked before he could fuck you, it was a simple preference that you had to deal with… And when it wasn’t wet enough, it gave him an excuse to whine and edge you until proven deserved of the “Trevor Philips treatment” – His words, not yours.

“Ahhhh, hah! You are soaked to the brim, ay?” He grinned widely, “So fuckin’ desperate for me, ain’t cha?” His thumb detached from your clit and moved towards his own dick.

You didn’t want to sit there on his lap and look pretty. While you were dressed in this oversized leather jacket that cupped your tits so effortlessly, it made you look like a sexy whore from the 90s pornos, but you wanted to act more than this. As Trevor pulled out his throbbing erection, your hands suddenly grasped his neck; causing his head to fall back against the hard car door handle. He whimpered and tensed up. His eyes pierced into yours with extreme arousal, no sign of bitterness behind your roughness.

“Choke me, choke me… Do it.” In fact, he ordered you to.

You saw his chest rise as you began tightening your grip around his clogged up throat. Trevor continued to whine before he weakly lined his cock to your entrance then signalling you to sit. You didn’t have to be told twice… As soon as he rubbed his foreskin against your flaps, you rammed your hips down and suffocated his needy dick with your pussy.

“FUCK!” Trevor cried out with the hand around his neck.

You had also moaned, beginning to ride him raw. There was no chance you’d find balance without having both hands around his throat now. Trevor panted and loved every second… While you choked him through the intercourse, he allowed his hands to squeeze, tickle, slap, pinch your breasts. He watched them shake due to the pace of your bouncing.

“Trevor, Trevor!” You couldn’t help but preach his name. You stared down at him and his face was dripped in sweat. Trevor had distorted moans escape his closed throat since your grip had tightened throughout the intimacy. However, he smirked. He loved hearing his name fall out of your horny mouth.

The car was rocking heavily now. You were mounting his lucky dick with your aggressiveness. The leather jacket around your naked skin flapped, your left shoulder gradually becoming exposed as the jacket failed to stay around you. Trevor’s hand immediately groped the newly accessed skin, fondling your shoulder between his fingers with enough power to bruise it. It only motivated you to carry on riding.

“Fuckkk…” His raspy wheezes was heard from under the sound of his tires squeaking. Trevor felt himself growing closer, holding onto your shoulder and waist for security, “Ohhh… Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

You winced and refused to decrease the pace. You carried on ramming him until the man was nothing but a pool of mush.

“[Y/N]!” Trevor arched his back again and nailed your pussy in time for his climax… “FUCK!” He grabbed onto your jacket and pulled you forward so you were lying on him, skin to skin contact. His cock slid out and he came all over your thighs and car seat, this orgasm being extremely rewarding considering it left him speechless, his tongue hung out of his mouth and eyes wide like he was drugged with ecstasy.

Moaning, your nose nuzzled into his sweaty neck as you rubbed your sex quickly after his absence, managing to climax seconds after Trevor. He gasped again, feeling another load of hot fluid paint the car seat underneath you both.

“Trevor, oh fuckkk…” You whispered against his stumbled jaw, “Mmmm, so good.”

You felt his hand rub your back gently and he slowly found his stamina, “You’re a fuckin’ woman to remember, sugar. Fuck me.” He praised with a grin.

The car shuffled as you both emigrated from the backseat, deciding it was best to leave before you’d fall asleep and risk getting caught beside the Church. He kept giving you cheeky smiles and winks during the process of putting on clothes. Once you decided it was time to leave, Trevor ruffled up his hair and turned on the engine. He gazed into the rear mirror then hitting the pedal and speeding off, leaving the scent of fresh sex and no regrets.

[photogrivy]

Ivy jolted suddenly, the harsh, grating sound of her phone vibrating against the bedside table forcing her awake. Groaning, she tugged the duvet closer and nuzzled against the man beside her, pressing her face against his neck. She pressed a lazy, fleeting kiss to his collarbone as she felt his arm wrap tighter around her in his sleep. Her phone buzzed again and she silently cursed Wardo; she’d been working last night and got laid, but she was sure he could survive without her. After the third buzz, and a petulant whine from the body next to her, she finally peeked out from under the duvet, squinting at the slither of sunshine that had slipped through the gap in his curtains. Reaching across, not daring to pull free from the hold her one night stand had on her, she snatched the phone up with the intention of silencing it. 

Just as suspected, she had three separate texts from Wardo, all prompting an eyeroll from Ivy. Just as she was about to turn the damned thing off entirely, it buzzed in her hand again, this time capturing her full attention. 

“Crap, sorry. I’m just gonna read this real quick,” she muttered, keeping her voice low. 

It wasn’t like she needed to reassure the guy next to her. Sure, Ivy was in his bed, in his apartment, with his naked body entangled with her own, but she didn’t owe him anything. She’d already sucked him dry and let him return the favour multiple times; what more could he want from her? But, still, she had manners when she wanted to. She’d had a late shift last night and with Raff up to his eyeballs breaking up fights and dealing with morons, she’d had nobody to entertain her from behind the bar, which meant flirting with customers was just about the only thing she could do to keep her sane. When Tall, Dark and Horny had leaned across the bar, Ivy had been smitten almost instantly. Hell, she wasn’t blind, and she was also horny, so it wouldn’t have taken much for her to jump into bed with the guy. It just so happened that he’d been devastatingly sexy, funny, and a little too charming for her to be normal about it. 

Usually, Ivy was prone to a quicky in a bathroom stall, or a one night stand that left her slipping out at 3am to head home and finish the job herself. Sometimes, however, she met people that she thought might be worth keeping around for an orgasm or two at a later date; a booty call, if you will. This guy – Matt, she thought his name might be? She hadn’t actually bothered to ask – fit the bill perfectly. In the last ten years or so, between tackling snippets of her trauma (or at least, laughing through it and repressing the hell out of it) and getting a gig working behind her bar, Ivy had decided to say screw it to her No Drinking rule and joined the dark side. Sure, she’d never been wasted and had barely ever even crossed the line over to tipsy, but she didn’t mind nursing a drink or two after a rough night. So, she’d clocked off from her shift, sought out the guy who’d been hitting on her at the bar, and the two had stumbled into bed mere hours later. She’d stayed the night, figuring it would be stupid to walk away from a dick that big and, parched as she tended to be in the morning, she knew she’d be able to put her mouth to use if the length pressed against her bare thigh was anything to go by. 

Clicking into her notification, Ivy’s email app lit up her screen and she eagerly tapped into the one at the top of her inbox. While Ivy was generally pretty Anti Sports, she’d recently applied for a photography job working for some hockey team called The New York Rangers. She wasn’t sure how it was gonna work out for her, but any experience was good, and Ivy was always interested in trying out different fields and perfecting her craft. She waited impatiently for it to load, duvet slipping as – Matt? Mike? – whatever his name was shuffled beside her, a chill catching her naked skin. She hadn’t really thought to ask him for his wifi password, so she waited, nervously gnawing at her lower lip. Absently, Ivy shifted closer to him, her back pressed against his chest, an unconscious need for comfort. 

Finally, it loaded, and her heart sank. 

Dear Ivy Rogers, 

Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with us to discuss our recent opening for a new Team Photographer for the New York Rangers. It was an absolute pleasure getting to meet you and to learn more about your skillset and past experience. 

Unfortunately, we will not be considering you for the role. 

Your portfolio was very impressive, but we have decided to go in a different direction as we wanted to hire somebody with more experience in the field. 

Competition is always strong here at the New York Rangers, though we understand you must be very disappointed. Please do not be afraid to reach out to us if you have any further questions regarding the role, or if you would like to further discuss the decision that we came to. 

Despite our offering of bad news, we would like to offer an olive branch, of sorts. Upon offering the role to Max Hayashi, and with some consideration, we have decided that we would like to give you an opportunity to still join our team. We would love it if you could join us, on a trial basis, shadowing our new Team Photographer as his personal intern and Photographer’s Assistant. He is extraordinarily skilled within the Sports sector, and we think you could learn so much from him. 

We hope you take our offer into consideration. 

Ivy didn’t bother reading the sign off, already feeling sick to her stomach. Her throat was thick as she blinked back tears. She felt stupid – she didn’t even like Hockey! It never stopped feeling humiliating, the sting of rejection. Ivy knew she had a disadvantage in life with her overwhelming lack of education and a criminal record to boot, but how was she ever supposed to excel in any job if nobody gave her a chance? And who the fuck was Max Hayashi anyway? 

Furiously tapping his dumb bitch name into google, a scowl now firmly etched across her face, Ivy froze as the page slowly loaded. Links to the New York Rangers website filled the top of her search result, with thumbnails featuring various images of the tall, chiseled bastard that had stolen her job. 

“Oh, you have GOT to be fucking kidding me!” she yelled, scrambling out of bed with a loud thump. 

[fatecantstopme]

Give Me What I Want

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: PORN WITHOUT PLOT. I am not sorry. Tiny bit of fluff at the end.

Warnings: MINORS DNI. Smut (obviously). Injuries. Bucky is the most dominant man on earth. Mildly rough sex. Cursing. Orgasm denial. Tell me if I missed something!

You were sound asleep in your bed until you heard the front door slam. You shot out of the bed and tapped your phone to see the time. The screen read 3am and you felt a shiver of panic slide down your spine. Your husband had been off the grid on a mission for 2 weeks...2 weeks of radio silence. You couldn’t think of a good reason for him to be barging into your home at 3:00 in the morning, so you were very worried. Was it even him?

You grabbed your gun from the nightstand drawer and quickly walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway. “Bucky?” you called tentatively, gun at your side, ready to act at a moment’s notice. 

“Yeah, it’s me doll.” 

The sound of your husband’s voice visibly relaxed your body. You stepped out into the living room and flipped on the light, setting your gun down on the side table. When Bucky stepped forward into the light, you gasped. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and slumped shoulders. There was a gash across his right cheek that had been stitched closed and he was limping slightly. Your instinct was to rush to him, but the look he gave you stopped you in your tracks. “Buck?” you whispered softly. 

His eyes were dark and they traveled over your scantily clad body hungrily. Desire slid off his body in waves. You’d seen him like this before and you knew what to expect. When things didn’t go well, he needed to be near you, he needed to have you. It was the only way he could feel something. 

You gulped and waited for him to move toward you. Each step he took was predatory and it sent shock waves of pleasure straight to your core. You pressed your thighs together in an effort to feel some sort of friction and the motion was not missed by your overly observant husband. 

“Already needy, doll? I haven’t even touched you.” His voice was low and husky, almost a growl. 

Your breathing was heavy and you took a step back towards your bedroom. You pulled your nightgown off over your head and dropped it on the ground. Bucky growled as he stared at your naked form. You held up your hand and gestured with a ‘come hither’ motion before backing into the bedroom. 

Bucky followed after you, shedding his own clothes on the way. When he reached the bedroom he was completely naked and he was on you instantly. He climbed onto the bed and pressed his lips to yours heatedly. He pressed his hard body against you and you let out a moan. He moved his way down to your neck, sucking bruises into your skin and giving you love bites. You pressed your  hips up against him and he groaned into your neck. 

He trailed kisses down to your breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth in turn. He was focusing on your enjoyment, but you knew he needed more. He needed his own release. You wanted to focus on him, so you gently pulled his hair and he lifted his head to look at you. “I know you need more, Buck.”

He looked at you in quiet confusion. 

You looked at him with dark eyes, willing him to understand. “James, this isn’t about me. Use me for your pleasure.”

His eyes widened and he let out a low groan. “Y/N...”

You grabbed his jaw and held it tightly. “Give me what I want.” 

The demand was enough to send Bucky into overdrive. “Hands up over your head,” he demanded. 

You did as he said without hesitation. 

“Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

You nodded your agreement. 

He lifted your chin and leaned towards you. “You’re a smart girl. Use those words.”

“Yes, Sarge.” You knew the title would have a profound effect on him.

The tone of your voice coupled with the use of his title made his dick twitch. “Good girl. Now hold still while I eat this pretty pussy.” 

The moment his mouth met your dripping core, you moaned out his name and bucked your hips up to meet his mouth. He immediately pulled away. “What did I say, doll?” 

You winced. “I’m sorry, Sarge. I’ll be good. I promise.”

He dove back in, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten and your moans were loud enough to wake the dead. Just when you were about to cum, Bucky lifted his head and pulled away. 

You felt the orgasm slipping away and you whined. “Bucky...”

“You’ll cum when I tell you to, doll, and not before.” He squeezed your breasts in his hands and twisted your nipples, eliciting another moan from your lips. He leaned forward to kiss you while he stroked his cock. He lined himself up with your entrance and slid in without any warning. 

You cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, the stretch overwhelming your senses. You brought your hands down to his shoulders as he started to move and he fell still. You brain caught up with your actions and you realized what you’d done. You put your hands back above your head and whispered, “I’m sorry, Sarge. I didn’t mean to.” 

“Well that’s very unfortunate, kitten.” He pulled out of you and got off the bed. You felt completely empty without him and it drew another whine from your lips. 

“On your knees, Y/N,” he commanded. 

You got off the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him. 

He stroked his cock as you looked up at him. He put his finger against your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in, sucking his finger into your warm mouth. He groaned as he watched you suck on his finger and he knew he needed to get his cock inside of you immediately. He pulled his finger out of your mouth and tugged your jaw open. “Open up, pretty girl.”

You opened wide and waited for him to slide his cock into your mouth. The moment you wrapped your lips around him, he moaned and his hips stuttered forward. “Hands at your sides, doll. Don’t you dare touch yourself.” 

You looked up at him with wide eyes and hummed your affirmation. You knew the vibration would give him pleasure and he started to thrust into your mouth. He grabbed your hair and held you in place as he fucked into your throat. The gagging noises you made increased his enjoyment. He felt his own orgasm nearing and while he was dying to shoot his load down your throat, he had one rule he never broke...you always came first. Even when he was in this kind of mood, your pleasure and your enjoyment was still the most important thing to him. 

He gently pulled your mouth off of him and wiped the saliva off your chin. “Stand up for me, gorgeous.” 

You complied without complaint. 

“Go stand in front of the mirror for me.”

Your breath caught in your chest at his words. You knew exactly what he was going to do and you couldn’t wait. You walked across the room and stood in front of the full length mirror. 

Bucky came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He leaned down and kissed your shoulder and you let your head lull back against his chest. “Look at how sexy you are, doll.” His metal hand wrapped around your throat as his flesh hand slid down your body. When his fingers met your clit, you gasped in pleasure and he tightened his grip on your throat. 

“Look at you. Coming undone for me.” He bit your shoulder and you moaned loudly. “Sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” 

He continued fucking you with his fingers and you once again felt your orgasm building within you. “Bucky, I’m so close,” you moaned. 

“Yeah, doll? You wanna cum?”

“Yes, Bucky, please.”

He pulled his hand away from your core and you cried out in despair.

“Not yet, pretty girl. Not yet.”

He pushed your upper body forward until your arms pressed against the mirror. He thrust up inside of you, sending a wave of pleasure through both of your bodies. “Watch yourself as I fuck you, baby.”

He started with a harsh pace, making you moan with each thrust. You were desperate for an orgasm, so you slid one of your hands down towards your clit, but stopped when Bucky slapped your ass. “Hands on the mirror, doll.”

“But Bucky...” you whined.

He stopped thrusting and leaned forward menacingly. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” 

“Nothing, Sarge.” 

“That’s what I thought.” He began his harsh pace again and you groaned. “Fuck, baby. This pussy is my favorite place to be. So tight and perfect.”

He smacked your ass again and you pressed your forehead against the mirror, panting heavily. You were so close to cumming and you could hardly breathe. Bucky grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking into the mirror again. You made eye contact with him in the mirror and he saw the tears in your eyes. He slowed down as he asked, “Color, doll?” 

“Green,” you whimpered.

“That’s my girl,” he moaned as he sped up his pace again. 

“Please, Sarge. Please let me cum. Please,” you cried. 

Bucky pulled out of you and you let out a sob at the emptiness. 

Bucky grabbed you and spun you around to face him. “On the bed, sweet girl.”

You climbed onto the bed and he followed suit. You were on your hands and knees, but he gently flipped you over so you were looking up at him. “I need to watch you come apart for me, Y/N/N.” 

He lined himself up with your entrance and slid into you slowly. When he bottomed out, you both let out a low moan. “You feel so good, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You dug your nails into his shoulder and he groaned loudly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your heels into his hips. You were desperate and he loved it. He now had a singular goal, which was making you cum. 

His brow furrowed in concentration as he thrust into you. The moment you gasped and said “Right there!”, he sped up. He hit your sweet spot with each thrust and your entire body filled with intense pleasure. 

“Bucky, I’m so close...please...” you said desperately. 

“You want to cum baby girl?”

“Please Bucky.”

“Cum for me, doll. Cream all over my cock.” 

His words sent you over the edge, pleasure rocking your body. You came so hard you blacked out for a second. When you came to, Bucky’s thrusts were erratic. “Fill me up, Bucky. Cum in your sweet little pussy.”

The mention of ‘his sweet little pussy’ made him moan. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.” 

His hips stuttered and his thrusts began to falter. He moaned your name and gripped the headboard so hard it cracked. You felt hot streams of cum fill you and you moaned with him while he road out his high. 

He slowly pulled out of you and you both moaned softly. He rolled over to lay beside you and gently caressed your face. 

You turned to look at him and smiled. “That was incredible.”

He smiled in return, but remained silent. He was staring at your face like he was trying to memorize every inch of it.

“Buck?” you whispered softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

He shook his head and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

You gently touched the cut on his cheek and smiled a little sadly. You wanted him to let you in, but you knew he needed a little time before he would open up. Anytime something happened on a mission that hit him hard, it took him time before he could talk about it, even with you. One of the reasons he fell in love with you was because of how understanding and patient you always were. “I love you too, Bucky, and I’m here for you. Whenever you’re ready to talk.” 

“Thanks, doll.” He rolled out of the bed and stood up. “How does a hot bath sound?” 

You smiled at him. “It sounds like heaven.”

“You are heaven,” he said softly. He scooped you up in his arms and carried you into the bathroom as you giggled. No matter what happened, you had each other, and for now, that would have to be enough. 

[deady-nightshade]

Naked Cooking (Asa Emory x F!Reader) 💀

Description: Asa comes home and discovers his favorite pet disobeying the rules, and he has the perfect punishment in mind for the reader. 

Disclaimer/Warning: NSFW, mentions of kidnap, torture, blood, scars, knife play, blood play, biting, implied age-gap, kitchen sex, face fucking, marking, possessiveness, naked cooking, bondage, BDSM, Stockholm syndrome, and swearing. 

Word Count: 2,607

Not proofread. 

 @strxwberry-milku​, I hope you like it! 

Chop! Chop! Chop!

The knife clinked and clacked off the wooden chopping board, and the pungent scent of garlic and onion filled the large, open kitchen. Soft music poured from the old radio, enveloping you in a fake sense of security. Beads of water fell from your hair, which was being messily held up by a worn out hair tie, allowing a few strands of hair to tickle the back of your neck. 

The lace of the apron pressed gentle kisses against your naked waist, and every time you reached for another spice in the cabinet, the baby blue material dug into your skin. The apron was the lone thing that provided your naked body with any decorum. Asa detested when you wondered the house naked; the thought of the neighbors catching sight of what was his made his blood boil. But he wasn’t here, and it was such a hassle putting on clothes after a bath. And it wasn't your fault that you happened to stumble across a recipe when you were relaxing in the bath. Of course, there were ulterior motives behind your action; it had been too long since Asa touched you last, and you knew that when he caught you cooking naked, that he would punish you, and God, how you craved to feel his bruising touch once more. 

With wistful thoughts, you took the chicken off the burner and carefully poured the meat into the simmering soup pot. You then added the diced and minced vegetables, and then covered the pot with its lid. After that, you glazed the uncooked rolls with melted butter, then sprinkled sea salt and rosemary. With that done, you placed the tray in the oven and decided to get a start on dishes, all while allowing your wicked imagination to run wild. 

The Collector removed his mask and tossed into his duffle bag, not caring that the inner lining of the bag was now being streaked with a variety of blood types. The past week had been horrid; between the stress of his two jobs, one as a college professor, and the other as an exterminator. Not to mention, his hobby was making him lose time with his favorite pet: you, his beautiful butterfly. 

He missed you in the ways that he could; your voice calling out to him in the darkness; the delightful way that your blood collected under your skin when he applied just the right amount of pressure; he missed seeing the diamonds of tears that fell from your eyes, and the way you always seemed to smell of the intoxicating blend of perpetual fear and arousal. Everything about you called to him, made him yearn to keep you beside him and keep you locked away from the polluted, underserving world. With him, you would be allowed to flourish, and only he could see the beautiful butterfly that he had helped shape. He was the spider and it no one’s fault but yours when you accidentally became entangled in his web. And there was no leaving, not even in his death, for he would ruin you for any other man. 

The drive home was uneventful for the most part, and with every passing second behind the steering wheel, he was growing more and more impatient. He needed to see you, to hear his voice fall from your swollen lips. He would see you when he returned home, which happened to be around 3am, and he would see you when he slipped out of bed at 6am on the dot. You were always sleeping and it angered him. He wasn't angry at you, per se, but he was angry with the circumstances. 

When he arrived home, he noticed the house lights were on and he glanced at the LED clock. It was a quarter to three in the morning. It was far too late for you to be up. With a twist of the wrist, he turned the engine to the van off and grabbed his suitcase. His feet feel heavy against the smooth pavement and he reached the front door in a matter of seconds. His key clicked in the lock and when he opened the door, he was greeted with the delicious scent of your home cooking, but the scents were contradictory; he could make out notes of garlic and celery, but he could also smell the rich aroma of chocolate and rum soaked cherries. Just what were you making? 

Asa kicked off his shoes and placed his suitcase on the cherry wood table. He moved quietly through the house, like a phantom, and he came to an abrupt stop at the entry way to the kitchen. There you were, standing beside the stove, frosting his favorite cake, But it wasn’t what you were doing that caused him to stop, oh no, it was what you were wearing, or rather yet, what you weren’t. wearing. The apron he purchased you a few months ago clung perfectly to your naked body, and you were completely oblivious to your lover’s arrival.

The kitchen lights flickered off and you straightened up. You placed the frosting knife into the sink. On the marble counter sat two bowls filled with steaming servings of gnocchi soup, and beside the bowls was a large weaved basket that was lined in white linen which contained the perfectly baked rolls.You had worked tirelessly to finish the meal and dessert before your lover’s late arrival and you minuscule worry of the food going cold before his return left your mind. Instead, you were worried that the entire block had lost power. 

You carefully separated the blinds and peeked outside. The street lights were well lit and you could faintly make out the glow of your neighbor’s television. You took a step back, only to run into something tall and solid. A familiar hand covered your mouth, and you hissed in delight when another hand wrapped around your neck. Light pressure was applied and Asa used his body to press yours against the cool sink. 

The chill of the metal bit through the thin nylon of your apron and you gasped as your hardened nipples rubbed against the semi-rough fabric. A thick knee wiggled its way between your legs and you moaned when he jutted his knee up, causing the rough denim to catch against your neglected sex. 

Pride burned in your heaving bosom, and couldn’t help but feel proud of your plan. “Welcome home, darling.” You purred, rubbing your bare ass against his crotch. He was already half hard and you bit down on your lip suppressing a moan.

“Did you forget the rules, butterfly?” he growled in your ear. 

You shook your head. “No.”

“Then why?” he demanded, biting down your shoulder. His teeth easily sliced through the thin skin and you cried out in mixture of pain and arousal. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” you said.

Asa stepped back, bringing you with him, and after a series of tight spins, your back rammed into the sharp edge of the marble island. A groan of pain escaped your red painted lips, and before you could blink, your beloved psychopath removed his tie and had bound your hands to the built in metallic towel holder. 

You struggled against the bindings but wad stopped when something cold and sharp trailed the valley between your breast. You immediately stilled and held your breath. Black, almost iridescent eyes bore into yours, and a crooked smile painted your lover’s handsome face. You couldn't help but admire the man in front of you; his black sweater vest showed the delicious curves of his muscled body, and a few scars lined his perfectly chiseled face. When you first saw Ass, you found him attractive, but now, after everything that happened between the two of you, that attraction became an all consuming love, one that would make you delve into the deepest bowels of hell if meant that you could stay with Asa. 

Asa ripped the apron in pieces, leaving you bare before him, and he pressed the tip of the knife deeper, slicing the delicate skin, and beads of crimson collected on crude incision. He lurched forward, pressing open mouthed kisses against your sternum, and he quickly eagerly lapped the blood. His sucked and sucked, devouring the blood, and with the grace that only a serial killer could posses, he dug the knife across the tops of your breasts, leaving more cuts that would inevitably scar once healed. You didn’t mind; cutting your, branding you, was the way that Asa showed his affection. 

Asa roughly latched onto your breast; one with his mouth, and the other with his calloused hand. He suckled your marbled nipple, collecting beads of blood with his tongue, and he messaged your other breast, using your blood as sticky, warm message oil. While he lavished your chest and painted you red. You wrapped your legs around his waist and impatiently ground your soaked core against his proud erection. God, you needed more. 

“Asa, please!” you moaned, when your clit rubbed against the metallic button of his jeans. 

Your lover quickly pulled away, leaving you begging for more, and he stared down at you with a wicked smirk. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded.” 

“I’ll be good, I promise!” you cried. 

The man took a step back and roughly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his abyss like eyes. “Show me how good of a girl you can be.” 

He leaned forward and snuck the knife underneath your bindings. With a swift upward motion, the tie was cut and you quickly fell to your knees. Without a second thought, you unbuckled his jeans and pulled the dark denim down. His cock stood proud and you could make out the smear of pre-cum that stained his grey briefs. 

You glanced up at Asa through the of your lashes and you shuddered under his lust blown glaze. He was challenging you. With a wicked smile, you moved closer and pressed an open kiss to his clothed cock. You sucked him and groaned when the salt of his arousal tickled your tastebuds. 

Asa grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to meet his eyes. His head was cocked and his nostrils flared. No matter what you did, he was always in charge, even when his cock was stuffed all the way down your throat. And you had always been attracted to power. 

“Don’t tease me,” he growled. 

“As you wish, darling.” 

With unbridled confidence, you pulled down his briefs and wrapped your mouth around his flushed, leaking tip. With a jagged breath, you pushed back against the stand of the island and your lover began fucking your throat with no remorse. Once again, his hand became knotted in your hair and he moved your head back and forth as he used your mouth as a he pleased. Tears stung your eyes and your throat squeezed and pulsated around his impressive length. 

When you first saw his cock, you were scared; it was long, just over six inches and it was thick, making initial stretch painful and causing you to bleed. He took your virginity and took pride in making you scream in pain and pleasure. That was the thing with Asa; with him, everything was double edged and everything had a price. When you lived at the hotel, that was one of the first lessons you learned; if you wanted to bathe, he would watch and touch you as you pleased; if you didn’t want to stay in the box, you had to beg and prove your worth to him. That was the night he ruined you, or at least, that was what you had initially thought, but in truth, he had set you free. 

While he continued fucking your throat raw, you trailed your hands up and down his legs, allowing your nails to leave red, raised marks in their wake. He threw his head back and his legs shook as his orgasm approached. Your throat was lubed with a combination of spit and pre cum, and you wanted more. You needed more. You needed to feast upon his hot, sticky and salty release. 

Before he could come, he removed himself from your abused mouth and pushed you to the floor. He removed his sweater, tossing it aside, and you panted at the sight of his scared and haired chest. He then stepped out of his denim restraints and stroked his cock in a teasing manner. 

You rubbed your thighs together, desperate to get some sort of relief. Your arousal coated your inner thighs and your sex pulsated with need. Sweat dripped down your body, dipping into the surgically precise cuts that your beloved darling had made. It caused your back to arch and to throw your head back. There was something wrong with you, you knew that, but as Asa slipped between your legs and roughly repositioned you, those thoughts left your mind. 

He turned you around so that you were resting on your bloodied stomach, and he grabbed your hips, forcing them up. Your slick sex was being proudly displayed and he pushed your head against the polished floor. Everything happened within a matter of seconds, and you cried out in pleasure when he slammed his erect member inside your womanhood. 

It was too much. He had barely touched you and you were already seeing stars. The white coil was becoming painful and you were starting to get angry. You were so close. “Please!” you sobbed. “Let me cum!” Tears rolled freely down your cheeks as your body shook. 

Asa stopped mid thrust and you whimpered in frustration. His hand trailed up and down your spine, applying fleeting amount of pressure every now and then. Your body responded to his touch, and you gyriated your hips in a pathetic and desperate manner. He pulled your hair, forcing you to look back. Your lipstick  was smudged, painting your chin, inner cheeks and Cupid's bow red. You were a complete and utter mess, just the way he liked. 

His fingers dug deep into the flesh of your hips. There would be bruises there tomorrow, but right now, you didn't care. Your lover crouched over you, pressing his trimmed chest to your back, and you could feel his hot breath tickle the shell of your ear. 

“Cum for me, butterfly.” 

He resumed his thrusts and after a particular rough one, you went sent spiraling over the edge of ecstasy. “Asa!” you screamed, back arching in pleasure. He fucked you through your orgasm, groaning as he pushed past your constricting walls, begging him, commanding him to follow suit. 

With one last thrust, he spilled his seed deep within you. The pressure against your cervix made you cum again, harder this time, and Asa pulled you back, so that you were resting against his slick chest. His hand wrapped around your neck and he squeezed gently. He continued to rock into you, helping you ride out your mind shattering orgasm, and he sucked on the vast expanse of your neck, leaving bruises in its wake. 

The two of you sat on the floor, catching your breaths, and he gently tilted your head to the side. His lips claimed yours in a passionate, yet possessive kiss, and he gently pressed down on the open wounds that he had made. You moaned and he smiled into your lips. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

“I know.” He replied, deepening the kiss.

While your eyes were closed, his were open and he looked fondly at you. You were perfect, and nothing was ever going to take you away from him. 

[meetmyothersouls]

It’s Not You, It’s Me

Part 3

Warnings: toxicity, smut, stalking

Part 1, Part 2

You fell for it. He set his trap and you walked right into it. Sleeping with him was a mistake. Breathing him in, tasting his lips, touching his skin...it was all a fucking mistake. It wasn’t until 3am the next morning, when you woke up sweaty and naked in his arms, his face nuzzled into your hair, breathing deeply in his sleep, that you realized what sleeping with him meant. He’d wake up and think that everything was okay. That everything was back to the way it was before. Then there was the matter of knowing that now that he had you, he’d never again let you go. So, you’d leave, before he had the chance to wake up. 

You didn’t have time to pack anything, Timothee was a light sleeper and the fact that you were able to slide out of his grasp without waking him was a miracle in and of itself, wasting precious moments gathering your belongings was senseless. Your clothes you came in with, your keys and your purse were what you landed on as essential items to bring. You’d buy anything else you needed once you got there...wherever there was. 

You tip toed to the door, and as your hand grasped the knob, Timothee shifted and moaned. Fuck, if he woke up now what would you say? You were dressed and aimed for the door, there was no excuse that would make it plausible. Slowly you turned your head. He was still asleep, and he was still beautiful. His face alone was enough for you turn take your clothes off and crawl in next to him. Another trap, one that he didn’t even know about. The power he held over you was unimaginable, and that’s why you needed to leave. You twisted the knob before opening the door, attempting to make as little sound as possible during your escape. Then the crisp morning air hit your face, and you were free. 

You dove for hours down the east coast, stopping only once to sleep. You drove until you arrived at a small beachy town in South Carolina. You had no reason to be there - no friends, no family, no job - Timothee would never suspect you there. 

A week went by with no sign of him, no word from him. Nothing. You blocked his number, you deactivated every social media account that you had, anything that would give your location. You rented a hotel under a name that wasn’t yours. Just in case. By the beginning of the second week, you had finally begun to relax. You searched for apartments, you looked for jobs, you looked to start a new life here, at the beach. Alone and content to stay that way. 

You flipped through the tabs on your computer, eyeing various job applications until you landed on one you were interested in. You rolled your eyes upon entering your social security number, something you still, as a 20 something, had not memorized. Grabbing your purse, you rifled through the pockets, searching for the small blue card. You tipped your purse upside down, dumping out the contents onto the hotel mattress. You cursed as coins from a pocket clattered to the floor, rolling underneath your mattress. Your knees popped as you kneeled down to collect them. Placing the handful of change back into your wallet, you stopped on one that was larger and shinier than a quarter and upon further inspection, you realized it wasn’t a quarter at all, but a small token looking object, with an apple in the cen—

“It’s an Apple AirTag,” A voice sounded from your door. The voice of the man that would never let you go. 

You stood, your heart dropping into your stomach when you saw him. He looked like hadn’t slept in days; dark circles underneath his eyes, his usual clean-shaven face, peppered with stubble. He looked like he’d been crying, but his voice was so calm it terrified you when he said, “you know, I figured you’d leave again, I just didn’t think it’d be that soon.” He stepped into your hotel room, his shoes tapping lightly against the floor, “I slipped that tracker into your purse when you fell asleep, and it’s a good thing I did. I would have never found you here.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. He found you. Your final attempt at escaping him and he found you.

“Why?” He asked, or rather demanded, his calm voice now faltering. 

“I...Timo-”

“Why do you insist on ripping my fucking heart out and stomping on it?” His voice shook as he stepped toward you. You took steps backward towards the closet as he walked, “Y/n, do you not see that there is no escaping?”

Your back pressed against the folding closet doors, as he closed in on you. “Stop running from me, stop pretending like you can live without me. You can’t. You need me.” He was there, and you could reach out a hand and touch him if you wanted to. He towered over you, looking down at you. He brought a hand to your face, you willed yourself to back away from him, but the doors buckled behind you. Timothee brought a hand to your back steadying you, before slowly falling to his knees. He pressed the side of his face into your stomach, “and I need you.” You felt his tears dampen your shirt. You were weak as he looked up at you, “I am so in love with you, y/n, and if I can’t have you I...” he sobbed, “I cannot live without you. I will not live without you. Please.” Your knees gave out and your body slid against him as you joined him on the floor.  With faces inches apart, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap. You knew you couldn’t fight him off, so you didn’t even try. “Please, y/n. I love you. I know you love me.” 

You sobbed into his shoulder. He was winning, and you were letting him. There was no life without Timothee. Even if he hadn’t found you, would there be a day that went by that you didn’t think of him? Would there be a moment that you could live without him? 

“I love you too, Timothee,” you whispered as you pulled your face from his shoulder. His dark eyes scanned your face, looking for any hint of doubt, or any trace of lies. There wasn’t one. You loved him. You’d always love him. “I’m sorry I left you, I’m sorry that I-”

His lips interrupted your words, kissing you in a passionate desperation you hadn’t felt from him before, “you promised me last time you’d never leave again,” he said when he finally pulled away.

“I know, I’m sorry, I was scared. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” kissing him in between each apology. 

“I’ll make you my wife. You’ll take my last name. Then everyone will know.” He wrapped his arms around your thighs, standing up with you, then dropping you onto the bed. “That you belong to me, and only me.” 

His hands traveled under your dress, hooking his fingers into your panties and sliding them down your body then pulling his pants down to his ankles. He wasted no time checking to see if you were ready for him before shoving his cock all the way inside of you. He groaned through his entrance, spreading your knees apart, giving him more room to fuck you appropriately. 

“Although now, I’m not sure if that’ll keep you around.” He slid in and out of you, torturously slow. How could you run from this? His soft grunts as he fucked you drove you wild, your core getting hotter, wetter and sensitive as he continued, “So, I think, the only solution for that,” he leaned into you, “is to put a baby inside of you, then you’ll never be able to leave. I won’t let you.” 

Your eyes rolled back into your head as he continued whispering promises of marriage and impregnating you. All things you wanted to do for him. 

“You aren’t allowed to leave again.” His lips found your neck, then his tongue, and his teeth; licking, sucking, biting. “If you leave, I’ll find you. I will always find you. But that won’t happen, will it?”

Your body rocked against the mattress, and you moaned as his cock hit you in all the right places. He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks lightly, “will it, my love?” 

“No, please don’t stop,” you whined.

“Say it. Mean it.” He stopped fucking you, looking into your eyes, peering into your soul. 

“I won’t leave you again,” you said, wondering if he believed you this time, then again, it didn’t matter because even if you did, he’d find you and you’d give in. 

“That’s my girl,” he cooed as he resumed his movement. “Want me to make you cum? God, I need to feel you cum all over my dick, baby. Will you cum for me?” He moaned as he ripped your dress apart, sending the buttons that lined the center across the room. Your breasts bounced visibly while he fucked you and as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, pulling and biting gently, you came undone. You drew your legs up, tightening around his cock. You twitched and convulsed against his body, digging your fingers into his back and holding him to you. 

“Fuck, y/n. Gonna cum. Fuckfuckfuck.” 

You held him as he filled you with his seed, his hands gripping your shoulders as he pushed into you two more times. “Need you, can’t live without you,” he whined as he finished. 

He stayed inside of you, propping himself up on his elbow, doubt filling his eyes. You found yourself feeling bad about how much stress you’d put him through, the whiplash he must’ve experienced when he woke up and found you gone. 

“Don’t worry, Tim,” his face softened, “I’m only yours and I’m not going anywhere again. I love you.” 

He won.

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 51: Us or Them

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 8 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: swearing, violence, character death ❧ Word Count: 6.8k

❧ In This Chapter: Rick's army begins their military campaign against the Saviors, with you playing an important role in the center of everything. The battles are mostly a success, though Aaron faces some intense grief, and tensions are running high between Daryl and Rick in regards to the next course of action.

❧ A/N: Season 8 is here! Time to kick some Savior ass. I love this season because they finally start to get what's coming to them, and Daryl is unhinged which is always fun. This chapter we see Reader being all sorts of badass and also being cute because that's just how she is. Oh, and fair warning that Eric dies in this chapter so if you're like me and that scene made you almost cry then proceed with caution. Goddamn it, why couldn't they just let my man Aaron be happy with his boyfriend? Smh.

The sun wasn’t up yet, but you were.

It was a crisp, cool early morning, about 3am according to your kitchen clock, the one with a smiling moon face on it that Daryl thought looked “creepy.”

The sliver of the silver moon hanging in the deep indigo sky, though, was a great comfort to you. There was always a calming sense you got from the moon, ever since you were little.

You had a distinct memory of quietly tiptoeing down your hallway to the window seat in the living room where you always got the best view of the early morning moon. When you couldn’t sleep, you’d sit there until you dozed off, and your father, an early riser, would always pick you up and put you back in bed.

Now, you looked at the moon from your porch swing in Alexandria, the slight squeak of the rusty hinges occurring in a steady, peaceful rhythm as you let the swing gently rock you back and forth.

If you could pray for anything, it would be for the day to never start, for it to be dark for the next twelve hours.

The slight golden tinge peeking from below the horizon, however, reminded you of the day’s imminent return, and the battle that was soon to begin.

It’d been ten days since the battle at Alexandria, the battle that started it all. In the interim, the allied forces of Alexandria, the Hilltop, and the Kingdom organized a strategy to wipe out the Saviors’ bases and, eventually, the Sanctuary.

Other measures, including making weapons, training soldiers, and turning jalopies into armored vehicles, were undertaken during that time.

You were going to fight tomorrow. Everyone was. Those who couldn’t fight or chose not to would stay behind, but most were ready to risk their lives for the cause, especially after the narrow victory ten days prior.

Morale was high, but you were incredibly nervous. Everyone you loved was going to war, too. Daryl had the extremely important, and dangerous, job of leading a herd of walkers to the Sanctuary.

You were assigned to the frontlines (in other words, shooting directly at the front of the Sanctuary), and you were to be in charge of taking down one of the outposts along with Aaron.

Not only were you extremely worried about Daryl and Aaron and everyone else, you had been put in a leadership position that you were very uncomfortable with. When you worked at the library, you were the head of special collections, and you were a leader in many ways. Now, you were a leader in war, and people’s lives depended on you and your decisions. You weren’t just dealing with books anymore.

“Hey,” Daryl’s hoarse voice was still laced with sleep. He quietly pulled the front door closed as he stepped out onto the porch, with only a pair of plaid pajama pants on. He usually slept in his underwear or naked, but he always had those pajamas close just in case. “What ya doin’ out here?”

He sat himself down next to you, the swing lunging backwards a bit from his weight.

You sighed. You could have sworn you’d snuck out from the entanglement of his arms without him noticing. As good as you got at not waking up Daryl, there were still times when he could just sense you weren’t there.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” you said. “Worried.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Figured,” he said. “You’re always worryin’ about something.”

“Well, I have a good excuse now.”

Certainly, you would think going off to war in a matter of hours would be cause for worry.

Daryl scooted closer to you and wrapped his arms around you to pull you into his chest. You rested your hand on his pec and sighed. Despite how cool it was outside, his body was so warm, even without a shirt on.

“Let’s go back to bed,” he said quietly. “Ya need as much sleep as you can get.”

You shook your head. “Told you, I can’t sleep.”

“Ya gotta try, angel,” he said, placing a kiss on your hair and rubbing the back of your head. “Tomorrow’s a big day.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m just… scared. You’d think I wouldn’t be scared of anything by now… like you.” You turned your head to face him. “I wish I was more like you.”

Daryl pressed his forehead to yours. “What makes you think I ain’t afraid of anything?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, you’re just so brave. And you’ve been through so much more than me, lived a harder life.” You raised a hand to caress his cheek, and watched the delicate movement of your fingers against his warm, stubbly skin. “You’re one tough guy.”

Daryl smirked. “So are you.”

You furrowed your brows. “Excuse me?”

“Tough lady,” he corrected himself. “You know what I meant.”

You smiled and bit your lip. “Are you afraid of anything?”

You knew he wasn’t fearless, even though you said he was. No one could be afraid of nothing.

“‘Course I am,” he said. “Afraid of dyin’… afraid of bein’ put in a cage again.” He turned serious and gazed into your eyes sharply. “I’m afraid of losing you most of all.”

You nodded sadly. “I’m afraid of that, too—losing you. Always have been. That’s what I’m scared will happen tomorrow, or at any point during all this.”

“You won’t lose me,” he said. “We’re gonna win, get our life back.”

You looked down and sighed, then raised your head to face him again. Nodding, you smiled and took his hand in yours. “I’ve already won,” you said. “The minute I met you.”

You never failed to make Daryl blush. You always knew exactly how to do it. “I won, too,” he said, mirroring your words because he didn’t know what he could possibly say to top them. “Lost a lot, too, but I ain’t losin’ you, and you ain’t losin’ me, so quit your worryin’. It makes me worry when ya worry like that. You need sleep.”

You nodded. Daryl knew how much you relied on sleep. He could run on one or two hours of sleep, but you needed a full eight, sometimes more, to function properly. Of course, you were rarely getting that lately, and you weren’t sleeping at all when Daryl was gone. You were still recovering from the lack of sleep.

“You’re right,” you said, watching as Daryl raised himself from the porch swing and grabbed you by your arms to lift you to your feet. “I’m so tired.” You rested your head in the crook of his neck, wrapping one arm over his shoulder and resting the other hand on his chest. “I could fall asleep right here.”

Daryl scoffed. “Yeah, that ain’t happenin’.”

Before you could say anything more, you felt one of his arms wrap around your back, and the other scoop up your legs. When you opened your eyes, Daryl was carrying you effortlessly into the house.

“Gotta get you into bed,” he said. Bed being the couch. You still didn’t have a mattress on account of the Saviors. You cursed them for that. Daryl deserved a real bed, and the couch was tiny for the broad-shouldered man. One day, you thought, you’d bring home the biggest, softest California king-sized bed just for him.

He laid you down on the couch gently, then leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips. He tucked the plush blanket the two of you had been using over your body. “Aren’t you coming to bed?” you asked.

“I gotta get ready,” he said simply. “Those guns ain’t gonna load themselves.”

You sighed, slightly disappointed he wouldn’t be there to hold you the rest of the night. “Okay, honey,” you said softly.

He headed into the garage and loaded up both yours and his guns. Either you dozed off or he didn’t take long at all, because it only felt like a few minutes had passed once you felt his arm sling over you and pull you into his chest.

You sleepily smiled at the scent of tobacco and pine. He must’ve just smoked a cigarette, and then tried to cover the smell with the natural cologne you concocted for him a while back.

He pretended to be offended when you gave it to him, as if it was your way of telling him he stunk (which, as a matter of fact, he did not—he just had his own unique “fragrance” as you called it), but you always caught him spraying it all over himself when he thought you weren’t looking, and you could smell the subtle pine, cedar wood, and rosemary whenever he held you close to him, coupled with his own natural scent. It was heavenly.

“You’re back,” you mumbled into his chest. “You smell good… I knew you wore the cologne.”

He scoffed and pressed a firm kiss to your forehead. “Only wear it for you.”

You opened your eyes hazily. “Mmm,” you sighed. “I know you like it.” You twirled one of his long strands of dark hair between your fingers. “Now you smell like an Abercrombie and Fitch model… and look like one, too.”

You couldn’t help but tease him. He actually smelled better than that, much more natural. He looked better, too. Not like an underfed, over bench-pressed pretty boy with a trust fund.

Nothing about Daryl was picture perfect or manicured. His hair was always a wind blown mess, and his clothes were always a little too baggy with plenty of rips and stains. He had a handsome face, but it was weather worn and imperfect, with an uneven smattering of greying facial hair and perpetual bags under his eyes that reflected the little sleep he allowed himself.

Still, he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. His worn face and body told stories beyond the ephemeral realm of words, and reflected a strange and melancholy life that stretched far beyond the imagination of even the most gifted writer or painter.

Every kind of pain and suffering had been thrusted cruelly upon this poor soul, and only now had the weight begun to lift off of him. It only took the end of the world for it to happen.

“You always gotta tease me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “Who else is gonna do it?”

Much to your dissatisfaction, the sun rose that morning.

Daryl split off from you at the Hilltop to begin the tedious process of wiping out the Saviors’ bases and leading the herd to the walls of the Sanctuary.

You busied yourself by helping prepare more cars and weapons, as well as discussing strategies with Rick and the others. A few days prior, you had seen the Sanctuary firsthand and were able to get an idea of the layout. If you were going to be leading people, you needed to know what you were doing.

The Sanctuary was a large industrial factory, and as such its layout was rather confusing, but with Daryl’s, Jesus’, and Carl’s knowledge of the interior, you were confident enough to know your way around.

When the time came, Rick, Ezekiel, and Maggie gathered everyone and reiterated the plan. It was simple—distract the Saviors so Daryl and his team could weaken the walls, and lead a herd to their gates.

You hoped Daryl and the others he took with him on his mission would come to the Sanctuary and help out, mostly just so you knew he was all right, but you couldn’t think too much about that now.

You drove in with Aaron and Eric, and filed out of the car quickly with the others to raise your guns at the entrance of the Sanctuary. The cars had been rigged with large corrugated sheet metal to act as shields from enemy gunfire, and were all parked in a line to form a long barricade, with spaces in between to shoot through.

There were a lot of you—maybe fifty. Not nearly as much as the Saviors, but enough, especially considering what Daryl’s group had in store for them.

When Maggie gave the signal, you all raised your guns up to the sky, then fired a few rounds in quick succession to alert Negan of your arrival.

There was a period of silence after the last gunshot echoed in the frigid late morning air. You exchanged a look with Aaron, who stood nearby you, as you waited for any kind of response to your signal.

Peeking out between the rusty sheet metal, you saw one of the doors that led out to a balcony begin to open.

Sure enough, the tall, leather-clad man wielding a barbed wire covered baseball bat and a smug smile sauntered out, along with five of his henchmen. You recognized three of them—Simon, Dwight, and Eugene.

“Well, shit,” he said. “I’m sorry. I was in a meeting.”

The shit-eating grin on his very punchable face was almost enough to make you want to fire at him right then and there.

“I see you got your little mudflaps with ya,” he said. “So I’m not exactly feelin’ a reason for us to try throwin’ lead at each other. I care about my people.”

You scoffed at that. Surely, Negan’s way of caring about his people must’ve been pressing a hot iron to the side of their faces in front of their loved ones.

“I don’t wanna just march them into the line of fire because I wanna play ‘my dick is bigger than yours’… it is. We both know it.”

You stamped your foot impatiently, wanting nothing more than to shoot him square between the eyes. You knew you could do it, too. You were a good enough shot now.

“But, I’m also comfortable enough to accept the fact if it wasn’t. I’m certainly not gonna let my people die over that shit.” He pointed his bat at Rick. “Like you’re about to.”

Rick went on to promise the five henchmen behind Negan, as well as the Saviors inside, that they’d be spared if they surrendered now. The only person who needed to die was Negan.

You still weren’t sure you agreed with that. In reality, every Savior in that building was guilty of standing by and letting Negan’s reign of terror go unchecked.

Even Eugene lost any respect you had for him. Fran, who was just a few yards from you, also couldn’t forgive Eugene. She initially had a soft spot for him, but any feelings she had for him were gone the moment she saw him with that megaphone in front of Alexandria’s walls. Everyone was appalled by his weak resolve.

Still, Rick was being diplomatic, recognizing that Negan was the only person who needed to die today. If your group had his head, this would all be over.

Of course, it couldn’t work like that. The other Saviors would rise up, and none of them surrendered, anyway.

Negan was, of course, quite smug about this, and went on to ask, “Do you think you have the numbers for this fight?”

That was a good question. There were a lot of you, with the Hilltop and the Kingdom a part of your militia. You had firepower, too, thanks to Oceanside and the weapons the Kingdom brought, as well as what Michonne and Rick scavenged.

You were probably outnumbered, but there was a strong chance you could win this, given the strategy and strength of your group.

“You don’t,” Negan said. “Simon?”

You huffed when the Hilltop’s leader, Gregory, emerged from the door behind him.

You were wondering where he was. He hasn’t been seen for days.

“What do you have to say to Rick and the piss patrol, Gregory?” asked Negan, his arm slung around Gregory’s shoulders.

“The Hilltop stands with Negan and the Saviors,” he said. “Any resident of the Hilltop who takes up arms, or who supports this ultimatum against the Sanctuary or any of the Saviors, for that matter… they will no longer be welcome in the colony.”

That pathetic little weasel.

“And?” asked Negan.

“Their families will be thrown out and will be left to fend for themselves.”

You closed your eyes and sighed.

“And?” asked Negan again.

And?!

“Go home now,” Gregory continued, “or you won’t have a home to go back to.”

There was a tense silence among your army.

“You do what you need to do,” Maggie said to them.

“All I have at the Hilltop are a bunch of books and an old lobster bib,” replied Jesus.

“You heard the man,” said Negan. “Go back to separating wheat and shit, or whatever the hell it is you people do.”

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s going, does it?” asked Maggie.

You couldn’t help but exchange a smug smile with her. The woman was a certified badass. She lost her husband, sister, and father in a matter of months, and she was pregnant and ready to fight in an all-out war. If you even had a fraction of the strength she had, you’d be happy.

Gregory began to speak again. “Hilltop stands with—”

“The Hilltop stands with Maggie!” yelled Jesus.

Not too far in the distance, you heard a faint, but powerful explosion. The grey smoke billowing from about a mile away indicated that Daryl’s team had successfully deployed the explosives, and Negan’s reinforcements were blown to bits. At least, that’s what you hoped.

You exchanged a look with Aaron, who nodded at you to keep you calm. You just hoped Daryl was okay, wherever he was.

“Sounds like shit is goin’ down, Rick,” Negan said.

“You lieutenants,” Rick yelled, “you’re gonna have to make up your minds.”

“Maybe we can take a time out here,” Gavin said.

“No,” Rick replied. “This has to happen now. This is the only way.”

There was a thick haze of suspense in the air. You found yourself breathing heavily, your heartbeat going a hundred miles an hour, and the sweat from your brow dripping down your face and onto your neck.

Negan glared at Rick, and you looked over to your leader. You knew him well enough to know he was about to start something.

The very thing you came here for.

“You’re gonna make me count?” Rick asked with a slight chuckle. “Okay, okay. I’m counting. Ten!”

You closed your eyes and nodded your head, as if assuring yourself you could do this.

In other words, you were scared shitless.

“Nine!”

You can do this, you told yourself.

“Eight!”

This is for Alexandria, for Daryl, for our baby.

“Seven!”

Rick turned to look at you all briefly, and you opened your eyes when you felt them on you.

Now.

He cocked his gun and began shooting, seven seconds earlier.

That was fine by you.

A violent rain of gunfire showered over the front of the Sanctuary. Negan and his five accomplices retreated back into the building, but you all just kept on firing in unison.

With the leaders gone, you began aiming for the windows of the factory. You watched as each bullet pierced through the glass and left odd, continent-like shapes in the dirty old panes.

You trailed a long line of bullets up the tall windows until there was no pane left whole.

In a thought that sickened you a little, you hoped you killed someone who deserved it.

When the Saviors began to return gunfire, Maggie cried out, “Now!”

This was only a skirmish, the beginning of the end.

As you all began to load up into the cars, you heard a series of small explosions going off around the perimeter of the Sanctuary. That was definitely Daryl.

It was his job to detonate those bombs, so you knew he was all right.

You piled into a small sedan with Aaron and some others, and drove away towards the rendezvous point.

As you left, you saw the RV that was rigged with explosives detonate as it inched towards the Sanctuary walls.

Everything was going according to plan.

The next time you would attack, the Saviors would be that much weaker.

There was no cause for celebration, though. It was a solemn day. You took no joy in doing this. Though you wanted to see these people pay for what they did, what they stood for, you couldn’t smile or be excited about the war you were waging.

On the ride back, you were all silent. The only thing that you could think about, aside from the murders you might’ve committed, was seeing your husband again.

When you reached the rendezvous point, Daryl was already there, leaning on his bike.

Aaron almost lost it when he thought you were about to sprint out of the moving car. Luckily, he stopped abruptly before you could hurt yourself in your haste to run to him.

“Thank God,” you sighed, your arms engulfing the man you loved more than any other woman has loved a man. At least, that’s how you saw it. “I saw the explosions.”

Daryl nodded, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair. “I heard the shots,” he said. “You did good.”

You smiled. “Did it for you.” You pulled away to look at his face, covered in soot but illuminated by the sparkle of his grey-blue eyes, so cool and yet so inviting. You brushed the stray hairs from his face, then shook your head a little as you admired how brilliant he was. “I love you.”

He smiled, then pressed his lips to your cheek. “Love ya more,” he whispered.

You separated again after that.

The day was nowhere near over. There were still outposts to be taken out. Yourself, Aaron, and several other Alexandrians were assigned to ambush the front of Regina’s outpost, known as Shephard Office Plaza.

While you did that, Rick and Daryl were leading a group into the outpost from the rear. They got intel from Dwight that there was a large cache of guns in that outpost, and they knew that getting rid of those guns would greatly diminish their chances of fighting back the herd of walkers at the gates of the Sanctuary.

Additionally, you had another team raiding the Satellite Outpost, and the Kingdom was taking out another outpost.

The shootout at the Sanctuary was going well. You were hiding behind a car not too far from Aaron, and both of you were the “lieutenants.” Everyone was to answer to the two of you first, though a few soldiers were getting antsy.

“We got some comin’ up on my right,” one man, Scott, said.

“Stay on ‘em!” Aaron replied. “Don’t let ‘em through! We pin them in, it takes care of itself—that’s the plan!”

Moments later, the woman next to you, Francine, tried to start moving in. “Don’t,” you said, grabbing her shoulder.

“We can’t just shoot at them like this for hours,” she said. “We can get this done.”

You shook your head. “No way. We kill enough of ‘em from here, they’ll start to turn, then it’ll take care of itself. That’s why we’re aiming for the torso.”

If your eyes served you right, they were, in fact, starting to turn. Soon, the walkers would become more of a threat to the Saviors at that outpost than you.

Still, there were people who insisted upon encroaching further. Francine and Eric were among those who moved in. When Aaron saw Eric fighting alone, he gave you a worried look.

You simply nodded, understanding that he needed to go to him and help. Eric was a good fighter, but Aaron was better.

“Go,” you said, then returned to firing from your station.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Aaron and Eric moving away from the shootout. Eric had his arm slung around Aaron’s shoulders, and you knew he must’ve been shot.

You couldn’t think too much about it now. You, too, were being shot at. In fact, not a moment later you felt a terrible piercing through your thigh. You hadn’t even noticed it was sticking out from behind the sheet metal shield attached to the car. That is, until that familiar pain shot through you.

There wasn’t anything you could do at the moment. You’d have to bandage it when there was time, but the Saviors were finally starting to thin, and you needed to make sure they didn’t take out any more of your people.

Suddenly, a booming male voice came out from behind the Saviors. You couldn’t see where it was coming from, but what he said terrified you.

“Hold fire! Hold fire! Morales wants us back inside! All force towards the courtyard door on my mark!”

It terrified you because Daryl was inside that building.

“(Y/N),” another man, Tobin, yelled to you, “they stopped shooting.”

You nodded. “They’re retreating, going into the building. We’ve got to follow them, back up Daryl and Rick.”

Seconds later, after you had the time to quickly bandage up your gunshot wound with the sleeve of your flannel, Aaron came back. Without Eric.

“Where’s Eric?” you asked.

Aaron didn’t answer, just looked at your wound worriedly. “It’s fine,” you said. “The Saviors went inside. We need to get in there, now.”

There was a strong urgency in your voice. You weren’t about to let them ambush Rick and Daryl as they searched for the guns.

“Hey!” Daryl yelled to Rick from across the hall, with a barrage of gunfire aimed at them as they hid in two parallel doorways. “Hey! I’m out.”

There were Saviors shooting at them from both directions, and Rick was almost out of ammo, too.

Thinking on his feet, Rick spotted a fire extinguisher on the wall ahead of him. He signaled to Daryl, then pointed his gun at the red tank to shoot.

A plume of opaque smoke filled the hallway, giving Rick and Daryl the chance to make a run for it.

The Saviors kept shooting, but they had no idea what they were shooting at. If either of them got shot, it was a sick twist of fate.

Approaching a handful of disoriented Saviors, the two men took them out with their bare hands. Daryl pushed one down an elevator shaft, resulting in a horrible echo of the man’s last scream.

The smoke began to thin, and the Saviors posing an immediate threat to Rick and Daryl seemed to be mostly wiped out.

Then, they heard Aaron’s voice: “Teams of four, sweep the offices!”

“Aaron! (Y/N)!” Rick yelled out to you.

“Rick!” you called out.

Daryl sighed in relief. You were all right.

“We’re by the elevator!” Rick yelled back.

You lowered your gun when you saw them. You ran to Daryl first, then Rick. They were alive, and they weren’t injured. It was all you could ask for.

The next hour or so was spent putting down any walkers who had turned, and putting them down before they could turn.

Aaron helped with this task as long as he could until he could go back to find Eric. He’d left him by a tree to rest until he could come back and get him home to the infirmary.

You followed closely behind, but Eric was gone. There was only a fresh blood stain and a gun.

“Eric!” Aaron yelled, tears forming in his eyes.

You began to falter as you approached. There was a sinking feeling within you, one which told you that the worst was yet to come.

You trudged closer, resting a tentative hand on your brother’s shoulder. He had his head down as if he was scouring the ground for some kind of clue as to where his partner had gone.

You trembled when you saw him from a distance. It was him, but it wasn’t him. You shook your head and began to cry, and Aaron looked up to see what you were reacting to.

It was his Eric, wandering off to join a passing herd. He must’ve just turned.

Aaron began to sob, whimpering as he walked forward, leaving your grasp.

“He’s there,” he sobbed when you tried to pull him back after he’d gone a ways towards the herd. “Eric’s there.”

“I know,” you said, your voice breaking and your arms holding your brother back. “I know.”

“I can’t… I can’t… I can’t just let him…”

You nodded, knowing he wanted nothing more now than to put the man he loved out of his misery.

“Aaron,” you said softly, the tears drowning out your voice, “that’s not him.”

He doubled over, but you caught him and pulled him into you. He whimpered and sobbed into your shoulder. “Oh, oh…” he cried. “Oh, God.”

You held his head with one hand and rubbed his back with the other. You nestled your head in the crook of his shoulder and cried with him, feeling every ounce of the pain he felt that you could.

There was no way you could ever know what that felt like, losing the love of your life. You’d come close to it, but Daryl was still there. You hadn’t lost him.

Still, you tried to shoulder the burden for Aaron in any way you could. He couldn’t experience this alone, you had to be there for him. He was always there for you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Daryl from a distance watching you both. You directed your teary gaze towards him, and he shared a sorrowful look with you, then gestured to you that it was time to go, and retreated back to the group.

You nodded, then pulled away from Aaron. His face was contorted with sadness, and he sniffled as if he was trying to control himself. He always tried to be strong for you.

“We’ve got to go now,” you said softly, cupping his face in your hands. He shut his eyes and sobbed again, but nodded in understanding.

You helped him back, your arm around him. When you met up with the group, Rick was just coming out of the building with a baby in his arms.

“She was inside?” Tobin asked.

“She was,” Rick replied.

You all circled around, waiting for the next order of business. Rick approached you slowly and handed you the baby girl. You assumed it was because you were the only woman still there, but Aaron looked down at her with immediate affection. You shifted yourself closer to him so he could look at the baby, who was peaceful in your arms.

“I have a stop to make,” Rick said, “and Daryl’s got his bike, maybe she can go back with you, (Y/N).”

“She can go with me,” Aaron spoke up, his voice still tinged with tears. “I can, uh, t-take her to the Hilltop.”

“She’ll be safe there,” you agreed, looking at Aaron then back to the baby.

Daryl moved next to you, watching you carefully hand the baby to Aaron, who cautiously took her in his arms.

“Her name’s Gracie,” Rick said to him.

After a long hug and a knowing look, Aaron got into his car and started off towards the Hilltop. He was planning on going there with Eric to inform Maggie about what had happened, so he was still going to do that.

As soon as he left, Daryl was on you about your gunshot.

“The bleeding stop?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, just gotta get the bullet out.”

He rubbed his forehead and huffed. “Gotta get ya back. Now.”

“Okay,” you agreed. You wanted to get home as soon as possible. You approached Daryl’s bike and were about to straddle it before Daryl grabbed you.

“No way,” he said sternly. “Ride with one of them.” He gestured towards Tobin and Scott, who were getting ready to go back to Alexandria. “I’ll meet you at home. You get your ass to the infirmary first.”

You huffed. “I’d rather go with you.”

He stepped closer and kissed your forehead. “Nah, you’ll be more comfortable in the car.”

He was right. He was always right.

You drove home with Tobin, who also had a gunshot wound in his shoulder. You bonded over that, given the fact that you had once been shot in the shoulder, too.

Once you were patched up in Alexandria, you returned home to wait for Daryl.

He came through the door in the late afternoon. He looked filthier than he did when you last saw him.

“What happened?” you asked, sitting up on the couch.

Daryl grunted as he took his shoes off. This was a “shoes-off household,” after all.

“Got into some trouble.”

You sighed. Trouble seemed to follow Daryl everywhere.

He sat himself down next to you and immediately gently lifted your leg up onto his lap to check on it. You were only wearing a nightshirt and a pair of panties as you found it hard to put pants on over the wound.

“They wrapped this up good,” he said, analyzing the gauze on your thigh. “They get the bullet out okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, hurt like a bitch though.”

Daryl gently stroked your calf and gave you a small half-smile. “Hope whoever shot you got what was comin’ to him.”

You smiled. “I think he did. Now tell me what happened.”

You knew he was hiding something from you. He changed the subject when you asked about it, and that was usually a good indicator that he wasn’t telling you something.

“Got into a little… argument with Rick.”

You closed your eyes and sighed. That’s why he looked a little beat up, too.

You loved Daryl with every inch of your soul, with every beat of your heart, but sometimes his temper and propensity for brutality drove you nuts.

He was always like that, since the day you met him, and long before.

You remembered the day Rick told him that he locked Merle onto that roof. He threw a bundle of squirrels in Rick’s direction and pulled a knife out on him.

And the time he tried to beat Jenner to death.

And the time he tortured Randall for answers.

And the time he assaulted Jerome for staring at you too much.

Yeah, Daryl had a fiery temper, and two fists of fury.

“So, by argument you mean you fought?”

Daryl shrugged. “Same thing.”

“What was it about?”

Daryl hesitated. There was something he didn’t want to tell you. “Found this dynamite. Wanted to use it at the Sanctuary… blow a hole in the wall and let the walkers in till they surrendered. Rick didn’t wanna do that, said there’s too many workers—people who ain’t fighters.”

You nodded as you listened. “And you were going to do it anyway?”

You knew your husband well. He could be a stubborn asshole.

Daryl nodded. “Needed to finish it. Don’t care who has to die now, just as long as we win. Get our lives back.”

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek to his and closing your sleepy eyes. “I know, baby.”

“None of it mattered,” he said. “The fighting. The damn dynamite blew up on us.”

You were silent for a moment. “You’re okay with the workers dying?”

“Don’t care,” he said simply. “It’s us or them.”

You weren’t sure where you stood on the subject. The workers were still Saviors in your mind. Though they weren’t fighters, they knowingly lived off of a corrupt system. Still, they were innocent in that they had little to do with the atrocities the Saviors committed. You were torn.

“We should follow Rick’s plan,” you said. “Wait a couple days, then fight all together. There’s no reason to be divided on this.”

“Yeah, that’s what Rick said—stick to the plan. Just… wanna end this now. Kill ‘em all.”

Daryl was starting to scare you. You always knew he could be cold and unforgiving, but it was worse now. Ever since the Saviors came along, he was out for blood. You were, too, of course. You hated the Saviors and Negan and everything they stood for and had done to your people, but you could still try to find some peace wherever it was possible.

You pulled away and turned his head to look at you. “Sweetheart,” you said, “they’re going to get what’s coming to them. Follow Rick.”

“You said I should lead more,” Daryl replied. “That Rick ain’t always right.”

You shook your head. “Rick’s right on this. He needs you to help him. He needs all of us. I know you want to end it, but we need to all be in agreement. It can’t just be you.”

It was true that you believed Daryl was a good leader, and that sometimes he was right when Rick was wrong, but it was starting to seem like the two men were always at odds.

When Rick zigged, Daryl zagged.

You hated to say it, but it almost reminded you of the dynamic between Shane and Rick at the farm, sans the drama with Lori.

Of course, Daryl was nowhere near Shane in his corruption, but his need to end the Saviors once and for all was not unlike Shane’s need to be cruel and merciless.

At least Daryl had a good reason, though.

Even so, you hated to think Rick might eventually lose trust in Daryl, whose vision you knew was just clouded by a desire for vengeance.

After you cleaned him up and went to bed together, you knew there was still something Daryl wasn’t telling you.

You had a feeling you knew what it was, but it wasn’t confirmed until you woke up the next morning alone.

It wasn’t a surprise when you rose from the couch and saw a note left on a legal pad on the coffee table, with five simple words scrawled in Daryl’s straightforward handwriting:

BE BACK SOON. DONT FOLLOW.

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Serendipity 14 | (M)

Story Description: After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your bestfriend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe it’s about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands.

PAIRING— jeon jungkook x reader, friendwithbenefitsAU GENRE/WARNINGS— smut, fluff, humour CHAPTER WARNING — SMUT (FINALLY), unprotected sex, octupussies

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You're staring at the stars, too consumed by this moment. It's your first time and he's true to his word by taking his time.

Jungkook is completely naked and he's pulling off your bikini bottoms. The moon glistens, accentuating the shades of muscle on his torso.

He bites his lip, the haze in his eyes so goddamn sexy, you're rendered speechless by it. Your heart begins to race.

"You okay?" he asks, placing your bottoms next to his clothes. You nod, scared to say anything that could ruin the mood.

"Awfully quiet down there," Jungkook stares at you, "Talk to me my love, I want to know how I can make you feel good. Also, side note, I'll never get over how beautiful we are when we're naked."

Sand rubs uncomfortably into your butt crack. "We?"

Ah, romance.

"Yeah, of course, I love rubbing against your naked body. I find the skin to skin contact really really nice." Jungkook places his hands on each side of your head as he hovers above you, slowly resting each inch of his skin on top of yours. "Don't you?"

The warmth of his body shelters you from the fear you feel in finally having sex. "You know I love touching you, my Jungkook. There's nothing more I want than this moment right now with you and our nakedness. Plus, you know what they say about oxytocin and the cuddling hormones and the connections and the physical calamity and the-

Jungkook places his lips over yours, an act to shut you up more than anything else. You don't fight it this time because he's licking your bottom lip between this kiss with his tongue and even that simple act gives you the wildest pussy flutters.

You hold him close, smiling as you greet his tongue with yours.

And then it begins.

The warm breeze against your skin.

The moon shining down on you watching you like the pervert it is.

The ocean crashing down against the shore in celebrations after celebrations.

Jungkook has made you cum twice already, just from toying his thumb against your clitoris. The attention and care he gives your body, the reassurance, and the groaning into your ear.

It feels like you're flying and falling, both simultaneously as you feel so madly in love with this man.

Sweat collects on his forehead, the tips of his brown hair wet as pulls apart from your lips.

"Fuck, my girl," he growls, pulling his hand up between them. You both look at the glistening wet on his pruned fingers. "You're glistening down here baby, so wet."  

You feel immediately defensive, smacking his hand away. "IS THAT WRONG?"

He pauses. "What? No baby, no it's nice."

"Oh," Sinking back into the sand, you relax. "Okay, continue then kind sir."

He laughs, kissing your thigh. "Relax my love, you're beautiful." He trails his kisses cautiously close to your core.

"What are you doing?" you ask, looking down at him. "And looking at you like this, do I have a double chin?" "I was wondering when your personality would wake up," he smiles, kissing around your pubic area. "I'm gonna eat you out, is that okay with you? And then I'm going to start fingering you."

"Of course," you nervously laugh, your heart beginning to pound in your chest. "But jeez, buy me DINNERR-

Jungkook flattens his tongue against your clit, rolling his tongue against your most sensitive area. He's rolling his tongue so heavenly against you, that your orgasm begins to rise like blueberry muffins at 200 degrees.

You're an absolute moaning wreck as he holds you down, stopping your legs from clamping on his head. "Jungkook, ah fuck that feels amazing."

"I'm going to insert a finger okay," he whispers, suckling on your clit. Gently toying with your entrance, he watches your expression as he inserts a finger. You're so tight, that you feel all of it. "Is that okay?"

You bite on your arm, keeping yourself from moaning loudly. "It's fine, it doesn't hurt at all, you can keep going." He slowly moves his finger in and out, forming a hook inside you, while licking at your clit. You feel so overstimulated already, which is madly terrifying for the final act because you don't know how this can get any better.

Jungkook is being patient but he's leaking precum all over himself, and he's acutely aware that he'll need to wash it off in the ocean. "I'm going to add another finger."

"Oh god," you moan, clamping onto your breasts. "Please."

Adding another finger, he pumps your pussy. "So beautiful," he kisses your thighs, his arms getting sore.

"More, more," you moan, desperate to feel more, desperate to have him close, desperate to have him closer. "I need you, Jungkook."

Jungkook adds a third finger when you decide that you've had enough. Pulling his hand out of you, you pull him up. "Jungkook, I know this wasn't planned and all and we don't have a condom right but I want you to fuck me so badly."

"Say less," he smiles, kissing you. "We can go to the pharmacy in the morning and pick up some plan B."

"Okay," you whisper in return. "I'm ready."

Repositioning himself against you, he nudges for you to open your legs. You oblige without protest. "Hey," Jungkook whispers against your ear as he rubs the tip of his cock down your clitoris, trying to find purchase. "I love you very much and no matter what happens, I will always love you."

"You say that like you'll explode in me," you hold him close, tenderly holding his face between your hands, "I know, I love you very much too."

Jungkook holds his cock against your core, guided by the wetness. He frowns in thought, "I think it's here, fuck, I fucked you open though, you're so tight."

You feel his penis drift south, hovering over your butt hole.

"Found it," He smiles in relief, kissing your nose. "Here I go."

"THAT'S MY BOOHOLE. BOOHOLE JUNGKOOK," you panic, grabbing at his penis. Jungkook stills at the sensation of your firm grip around his shaft. "Let me help you."

"Fuck," He shivers against your hand. "Please."

Guiding the tip over your core, Jungkook takes a breath before pushing forward, slowly entering you.

"I'm in," He's watching your face as he slowly fills you. Your mouth gapes, a soft whimper escaping you. Your brows furrow and despite fingering you open, you're still so tight and he doesn't think he'll last very long. "But I don't think I can last much longer. You okay?"

You don't answer him as your head falls back.

"Jesus Christ," you whisper. "You're so thick."

"Are you calling me stupid?" Jungkook stills. "And are you thinking of another man right now?"

You open your eyes to peer at him. "Really Jungkook, right now? You're stuffing me with your fat cock right now and you're concerned that I'm thinking of Jesus."

He shrugs, smirking at you. "Just wanted to double-check hehe."

"Don't hehe me," Slapping his back, Jungkook lurches forward, completely filling you up. The action makes you moan in both pain and pleasure, a satisfying pressure is on your clit and you feel so full, you don't ever want him to leave. "Jeon Jungkook, bloody hello."

Jungkook watches you as he slowly pulls back. "There I am."

You open your eyes, staring into his brown ones as he slowly pushes back in. It's like this until you've relaxed with tension you hadn't noticed had filled your body. "Are you okay now?" he says and you nod drunkenly.

"Can we try doggy after this? You have such a fantastic ass," he whispers, kissing each of your nipples, suckling on your areolas while his hips slowly fuck into you.

You hold his face, gently pulling it back above yours.  "Stop getting ahead of yourself, I'm going to fuck you in every possible position the kama sutra would be envious," you promise as he slightly speeds his movements up. "But right now, focus on me and this moment."

Jungkook smiles, sinking into the nape of your neck, rolling his tongue on the most sensitive parts beneath your jaw and below your ear.

"I'm sorry, I can't last much longer," Jungkook moans desperately, speeding his movements, slamming into you so hard as you tighten around him, "You're just so amazing and so fucking beautiful and feel so good."

"It's okay, you can cum," you moan, already feeling pretty stretched thin. "Cum on me Jungkook."

Moving his hand down your stomach, he toys with your clit, rubbing it in circular motions while he fucks into you. The move has your legs shaking around him as he wraps your legs around his waist for stability. Your climax is so close, it feels like your abseiling towards it.

"I'm cumming Jungkook, I'm cumming."

He moans loudly into your ear.

Wrapping your arms around him, you kiss the parts of his arms you can reach. Sinking your teeth into his trap muscle, Jungkook groans into your ear as you cum against his hand. He's panting wildly, as he fucks into you while you fall apart around him.

"I'm cumming, where can I finish on you?"  

You point to your stomach as you watch every one of his muscles strain for release. "Come on my tits baby, come on my stomach."

"Ah ah AH," He groans as he pulls out of you before white paints your stomach, spitting out onto your breasts as he wanks his cock of his release. He cums with a set of delicious desperate moans.

Your heart is racing as Jungkook tiredly falls on top of you.

Silence falls between you.

Hearts pound at each other's skin.

You lay there till you've stopped panting.

Till the ocean is all you hear.

Till Jungkook, rolls off of you and instead, grabs you, cuddling you close to him as you rest your head on his chest. You gaze up at him as he peppers little kisses on your forehead. No words are exchanged for quite some time as you simply cuddle.

The rush of happy hormones envelope you as you burrow into him.

I love this man with my whole heart.

Gazing at him again, you smile. "Hi."

"Hi," he whispers in return, a smile plastered from ear to ear as gentle tears fall down his face. "Hello, my love."  

"Why are you crying?" you ask in concern, tenderly wiping the tears away from him. "Where did these come from?"

He smiles softly at the gesture, his face sinking into the warmth of your hands. "I'm sorry, It was just such a good cum."

"You cry after you cum?"

"Only the good ones."

"But," you remove your hands from his cheeks, "I haven't seen you cry when we fool around?"

"Baby, this was absolutely insanely fucking amazing," he moans, a passion in his voice, that makes you feel good about yourself. "You are amazing. Your pussy is like crack."

Great. "And who says romance is dead, aye Jungkook." You smile back at him, acutely aware of the sticky cum on your stomach. "Good to know that you cry after you cum though. I could definitely use that to my advantage later."

Jungkook laughs at your retort before settling down. His voice much calmer now, "I'm sorry, I should've asked. How was it for you? Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"I'm okay. I'm not in any pain. You were so gentle with me and I'm so glad that you were the one who I made love with for the first time. The sex itself, however, ....it was kinda okay." you shrug, peeling yourself off from the sand. "I think we'll have to do it again sometime because it was kinda quick... kinder fast."  

"What?" Jungkook grabs your arm, confusion and hurt in his eyes, "THAT WAS NOT ...I LASTED WAY LONGER THAN 1 MINUTE. WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"Calm down," You nod down to your stomach. "Have you not noticed your biological waste on my stomach? How else do I wash this off me?" You dip your finger into the semen on your stomach and without so much as a thought, you wipe it on his face. "Simba."

Jungkook gags, dropping your arm.

"Just sharing the love," Giggling, you run, all but completely naked towards the shore. "Let's make the ocean saltier."

"Come here you!" Jungkook shouts, chasing after you. "Wait for me!"

The water is cold as you crash into it but the fire between your legs burns hot. Or maybe you have a UTI, who knows. The waves wash away the evidence of your lovemaking as Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist, plucking you up from the water and kissing you passionately on your swollen lips.

As you kiss, you feel the hardening length of his boner against your pubic bone and the adrenaline of perhaps another round of sex course through your blood.

But Jungkook doesn't make a move to fuck you. Instead, he holds you preciously as he slows his kiss. He has no intention of sleeping with you again tonight in fear that he just might not be able to stop.

"Jungkook," you whisper, pointing at his hard cock. "How do I turn this off?"

He sighs, as he lets you go because he'd do anything to fuck you again but know's he shouldn't so soon. "Don't worry about him, let's wash up."

"The faster we wash up, the faster we can sit in front of the campfire and make out in the warm."

You swim for what feels like an hour until Jungkook scares you with talks of nocturnal octopuses who climb into vaginas when the water between you suddenly got warm. You're too afraid to tell him that it was you. You peed on him when you were making out in the ocean.

And the walk back to camp although long, gives you enough time to feel comfortable with wearing soggy old togs.

You're no longer a virgin.

And you don't feel any different.

The fire spits in the distance, a warm welcome back to the campsite as you approach. The girls are sitting in their tents with face masks on and drinking wine.

Yoongi frowns at you and Jungkook, as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you towards your seat by the campfire.

"Didn't even realize you guys had left?" Yoongi says sarcastically, a cigarette dangling off the side of his mouth. "Did you go night swimming without us, you assholes?"

"Omg, you did?" Mabel and Hoseok ask, snickering. "Aren't you afraid of the nocturnal octopuses?"

"SEE?!" Jungkook slaps your arm. "See?! They are real?!"

"Do you guys wanna go again?" Yoongi asks, abandoning his cigarette and immediately taking off his shirt. "I'm so down, I'll outswim all the octopuses."

"Of course you would," Hoseok laughs. "Or wouldn't. You'd love their tentacles in your ass. Any excuse to get in that ocean aye boy."

Mabel winks at you as the boys talk. She looks at you up and down before smiling, she tilts her head with a single silent question. "Did you guys have sex?"

You nod and she screams in delight. "Come here my girl," she stands, rushing over to you. "We need to TALK." Jungkook reluctantly allows Mabel to steal you away to the tent but watches in delight as you're welcomed back by the other girls with open arms and excitement.

The tent closes up and immediately after, do all the girls scream in happiness.

Jungkook knows by the sound of it, that by the end of the night, they would've all spoken about his cock.

How wonderful.

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The View From The Fire Escape. (1/3)

Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: alcohol? Kinda fluffy.

A/n: Inspo. Came from @buckysm3talarm and *wink wink* *nudge nudge* it’s her birthday! Love you girl! 💖 Also, depending on the feedback I may do a part 2!

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Working at a dinner in Brooklyn sucked. It really sucked. Especially when you work the late shift and don’t get home till just before the sun was about to rise. Luckily, tonight your boss decided to be nice and cut you a bit earlier- 3am instead of 5am; what a gem.

When you finally twist the key to your front door, feeling the air of your apartment on your skin, a loud sigh escapes you. There’s a high or maybe more of a rush you get when you first get home. It’s comparable to taking your socks off in bed; relaxing.

You shrug your jacket from your shoulders, kick your all-stars from your aching feet and change into something comfy. Once you’re dressed down and into more comfortable clothes, you go to the fridge. The feeling of opening your fridge was always underwhelming, since you were barely paying rent you hardly ever had a full fridge. Spotting one of the two beers you had left, you grab it and head to your fire escape.

This had become a nightly thing over the past few months. A rather attractive guy moved in directly across the street from you. He was always up, like you. You honestly started to think he was a vampire or something. There were lights always on, and if they weren’t on the tv was. You checked your watch, 4:30. You should be right on time tonight.

The guy, who you learned’s name is Bucky, woke up every morning from a dead sleep at 4:30am. Had to be nightmares. He was always a little psyched out when he’d wake up. You never asked why. You loved having company at this hour, so you didn’t want to scare him away by asking too personal of questions.

4:31am hit and you sigh, taking a swig from your beer in defeat. You were about to call it a night when he suddenly popped up.

His breathing was heavy, clearly panting. Of course you were curious as to why these nightmares happened so often, but at the same time you knew if he wanted to tell you he would.

Once he calmed down, repositioned himself on the floor, put his arms over his knees, and steadied his breathing, you called out to him.

It was the coolest thing, so you thought. You’d whistle as low as you possibly could, getting louder and louder until he’d hear you. You never go past the first pitch before he’d shoot his head up towards you.

He smirks, walking to his fridge for a beer and then heading to his fire escape as well.

“That never ceases to amaze me.” You laugh, taking another sip of your drink. “How the fuck do you do that.”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” He grins, “You’re home early.”

“Ah, you noticed.” You say, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Boss decided to be nice and cut me two hours earlier than usual.”

“Wow, what’d you do with those two whole hours?” He asked, smirking and leaning against the railing of his fire escape.

“Waited for you to wake up.” You admit, laughing into your bottle before taking another sip.

“I guess I’m sort of a creation of habit.” He chuckles. His body relaxes, now sitting in the chair behind him as he fiddles with his bottle.

A silence falls over the both of you, which is normal. Sitting out here in silence just knowing he’s there is more relaxing to you than going in and watching tv. It didn’t hurt that he was half naked either. He is yards away from you but you could still see his perfectly chiseled features. Of course you also noticed the metal arm, but never brought it up. You felt like the arm and the nightmares go into the ill-talk-about-it-when-I-want-to-about-it file, never to be mentioned.

“Why’d he cut you early?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence.

“Oh.. uh, it’s my birthday.” You say sort of nonchalantly. “Well, it was my birthday. I guess it’s technically over now.”

“Ah, someone who works on their birthday has a good work ethic. That’s sexy.” He grins. The deep rasp of his voice makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Happy Birthday, y/n.”

You giggle, a little caught off guard, to say the least.

“Or just shows you how broke I actually am. And thank you.” You both laugh now. It’s a little awkward now because- FUCK DID HE JUST CALL ME SEXY- is all your brain can process at the moment.

Bucky was a natural flirt, that was obvious. Sometimes you’d be able to spit something back at him, but tonight you were almost desperate for him to flirt with you. You’d never seen Bucky up close or anywhere but his fire escape, but you’d come to have a small crush on him.

The nights when he’d sleep in bed you wouldn’t see him. There was internal conflict there. You were glad he’d be sleeping in an actual bed, you assumed, rather than the floor, but he was the only thing that made your dreadful late night shifts worth working. Sometimes you hoped he’d come in to see you, but he never did.

You've been waiting so long for him to make a move that you’re now chomping at the bits. Fortunately, it’s your birthday and you were feeling ballsy. You drank that beer way too fast, meaning you were slightly tipsy and you craved meeting him. Craved knowing how good he probably smells after a morning shower. Craved feeling the cold metal of his fingers against your skin as he ran them along your side, Dirty Dancing style. So, you broke the silence this time,

“You know, I’m off tomorrow if you-“ you trailed off, losing your confidence towards the end.

“Oh, you don’t wanna waste your free time on me.” He sighs, smiling but it’s filled with conflict, pre usual. Such a pretty face to be hidden behind so much remorse.

“I’m here with you now, aren’t I?”

“I suppose.” He says bluntly.

“Nothing crazy, Buck. Just beer and football or ballet. Whatever you’re into.” You chuckle at yourself. You expected to see Bucky laughing with you but when you looked up, he wasnt. He’s up from his chair and leaning over the railing again, seeming almost freighted? You couldn’t tell.

“Buck?” He asks. “Oh shit, it just kinda slipped out. I’m so-“

“No, please,” he interrupted. “Please don’t apologize. I’ll be out front of your building around 11am. Sound good?” He seemed to be on the brink of tears but also happy.

You wanted to know everything about this man. The closer you got, though, the more you realized you’d probably know everything and nothing at all about him. He was those knotted up earphones that were a pain to unravel but worth untangling in the long run.

“11am sounds perfect.” you give him a half smile, not wanting to come off too eager. “I should probably get to bed then, huh?”

“Uh, yeah. Me too.”

You got up, stretched then turned towards your apartment, but not before whispering, “Goodnight, Buck.”

You didn’t know what the nickname held for him and he knew that. It just felt so good and sounded so sweet coming for your lips.

“Goodnight, y/n.” Bucky whispered.

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A/n: I hope you enjoyed whatever this was lol depending on the feedback I may do a part 2!

Taglist: @haydens-moles @animefangirl425 @valkyrieofthehighfae @aurora-sweet @dinos-lavapit @hoeforcuteguyswithcharmingsmiles @sebbystanlover-vk @youre-a-wallflower-charlie @nebulastarr @meegggoooo @skylerrae-solo @alyssa-skywalker @blondekel77 @gogolucky13 @buckysm3talarm @heavenlyseb @writersbuck @badassbuchanan @buckyownsmylife @buckysdolls @notwithoutbarnes @cherryblossomskye @ladyfallonavenger