#Daisy x Ram

[toruro]

chasing that feeling

pairing: beomgyu x f reader

tags: smut (18+), toxic relationship hehe 😿, semi public sex, pet names (baby, angel)

w/c: 770+

all of your friends hate your trashy boyfriend beomgyu.

you can't really blame them though ... he kinda sucks. canceled on you last minute two weeks ago; soobin was the unfortunate soul who had to console you over the phone, watching you as your eyes watered up in your pretty pink dress, fat tears rolled down your blush painted cheeks.

beomgyu tried to make it up with you with flowers the next day, 'cept he forgot that your favorites are daisies and got you roses instead. you keep telling yourself that it's the thought that counts.

taehyun's always asking you why you keep goin' back ... you don't have the heart to tell him the real reason.

you don't have the goddamn dignity to admit that it's because after everything—all the tears, all the shut doors, all the "gyu, i'm done's"—you always manage to end up in the same position—

"oh fuck, angel," beomgyu grunts from behind you, pelvis slamming into the softness of your ass. "this cunt's s'tight—shit, angel you're suckin' me in," he murmurs, sinking his fat cock in so deep you gasp loudly, lurching over the bathroom sink.

you don't even wanna think about how you got here; you were standing in front of the pub for almost half an hour, waiting for beomgyu who promised he'd be there fifteen minutes earlier, and right when you made the decision to take the high road and head home in defeat, he was running down the street with sweat beading down his forehead.

maybe you shouted at him a little. cried a little. tried to walk away. told him to go home aline. told him you don't deserve this.

beomgyu thought different, of course, and a hand on your wrist soon turned into a tug and suddenly you find yourself pressed against the counter in the tiny bathroom of the pub, skirt pushed over your ass and panties shoved to the side.

"love this pussy so fuckin' much," he groans, pulling his hips back so his cock slips out halfway before sloppily shoving it back in. one of his hands holds a steady grip on your hip, the other trailing up your back and finding purchase on your neck, just below jaw so that his index and middle fingers can hook upwards and into your mouth.

unconsciously, your lips wrap around them, tongue swiping over the pads of his fingers as you try not to lose yourself in the feeling of all the pretty veins and curves of his cock pressing up against your hot, tight walls.

"beo-beomgyu we can't—oh," you moan quietly, closing your lips around the rough pads of his fingers once more in hopes to keep your noise level down when he jams his cock further inside of you, grinding into you so that his balls rub against your clit. "can't be loud," you manage to gasp out when he gives you a second of peace, stilling inside of you once he's bottomed out.

"'nd why's that baby?" beomgyu mutters, fingers around your hips digging in further when he gifts you another powerful thrust. "seems like we're both havin' fun ... aren't we?" his voice is low and raspy, and you're trying—you're trying so fucking hard not to get lost but it only takes you a few seconds to give in and relent.

beomgyu's ramming into you now; fingers slipped out of your mouth a few moments ago so he could situate both hands on your waist and pull your warm, dripping back into him so the tip of his dick kisses your cervix with every messy thrust.

there's a mix of both your arousal every where now, but as your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head and beomgyu begins moaning your name in small huffs—telling you that you're the "best fuckin' angel alive ..,,, prettiest thing in the world when you're being fucked with his cock ...,," that he "can't get enough of you" ....

you don't even know why you bother trying to fight it anymore. no matter how many tears, no matter how many long nights of arguments where you tell yourself it'll be the last, no matter how many hours you waste waiting for him ... you'll always chase the feeling of his hot breath fanning down on your neck when he finally leans over, murmuring 'bout how he's "gonna cum baby, cum w'me please ..."

and of course you do, because beomgyu might be a trashy boyfriend, but he's your boyfriend, and you have no plans on letting him go.

[scented-morker]

Meet Cutes (or uglies) with Enha

stranger enha x f!reader, fluff, lots of different lengths, not proof read

Hee

It was one of the first days that it had really felt like fall, low seventies and no humidity

So you were taking a walk (way to get those steps in icon) to celebrate being able to go outside without melting onto the sidewalk

Eventually you hit one side street that must have been ahead of all the rest because there were already brown leaves scattered all across the sidewalk

Upon further inspection, you realized just how crunchy the leaves were… which obviously set you off on a leaf crunching spree, looking at your feet to find the biggest, crunchiest looking leaves

The sounds were happily itching your brain until you rammed straight into someone, having been too focused on your feet to notice Heeseung walking straight at you

You profusely apologize, but he just thinks it’s cute— he asks the expert to show him which leaves are crunchy so he can join you

Jay

Jay

You hated going places by yourself, being alone always felt awkward and you ended up staring at your phone the whole time trying to look busy

So you challenged yourself to go out alone and not look at your phone— personal growth and such

Which leads you to a dressing room, the little black dress you tried in looking very not little as it gapes open on your back

If only you had brought literally anyone with you to zip you up

But no, you just had to make yourself a more rounded person smh

But Jay being the Angel that he is notices your pouting in the mirror and the way you continuously wriggle to try and reach the zipper behind you

(If you’ve ever had to do this ik yk what I mean 😭 that’s mega embarrassing for us)

So, ever the gentleman, he approaches and asks if you want help.

Normally you’d be like ew no creep, but he’s really pretty and looks nice and you really wanna see what the dress looks like, so you give him permission

No way he even brushes your back, mans is mega respectful with his hands

He steps back once you’re all zipped up and watches as you try and decide how you feel about it

“It looks good.”

You hadn’t realized he was still there, but you meet his eyes in the reflection of the mirror, immediately going red and looking away when he says his next words.

“Maybe you can wear it, say, this Friday night? 7?”

Jake

Stupid awkward wedding receptions (ik weddings are different in different cultures so I’m sorry for whitewashing this headcanon, toss the bouquet and garter are probably very USA)

Some random girl from your work was getting married, and she invited the whole office.

Obviously you weren’t going to be rude (or pass up free food) so you put on one of your old dresses and sat through the whole hour long ceremony

Then came the part you were actually waiting for: the reception 🎉🎉

All the fun stuff happens, you get free food and drinks and the couple does their first dance (which you admit was cute even if she’s your least favorite coworker)

And then you’re getting drug onto the floor because she’s about to toss the bouquet and knows you’re painfully single

You swear she was aiming right at you, because you didn’t even move— hoping other girls would be risking it all for the daisies

But OF COURSE it ends up in your hands, and you’re forced to sit awkwardly at the side while her husband does the same thing with her garter

You didn’t expect the guys to try too hard, but Jake did not come to play, especially after seeing the pretty girl that caught the bouquet

So he knocks Jay over to catch the small piece of cloth, and then gets to dance with you ( W for Jake)

The song is good, just fast enough that it doesn’t feel overly romantic, but slow enough that you two end up slow dancing

At first you were terrified that it would be awkward, but Jake is cute and talkative and you don’t even realize it when the song is over.

“How about another one?”

Sunghoon

Listen, you knew studying wasn’t your thing.

But a tiny part in your brain thought for see if you went to a cute little cafe and got a coffee , your frontal lobe would be forced to do its job

Which apparently, everyone else at your school also thought. Because when you get to the coffeehouse it’s packed.

Students everywhere, coffees and computers set up and not a single free table.

There’s only one spot that includes a free seat and is close enough to an outlet because you forgot to charge your laptop again

And it’s right across from Sunghoon, an intimidatingly handsome guy your age who looks to have just gotten to the shop as well

You approach him, quietly asking if you can take the chair across from him— to which he doesn’t even look up, just nods his head and continues writing

So flash forward, you’ve ordered your coffee and are midway through the first chapter of your reading when the waiter brings the cup over

You mumble a thank you, reaching out to grab it without looking up

You take a sip, immediately shooting your eyes away from the text to see the cup in your hand, a deep black color

You make eye contact with the boy across from you, who’s trying to hold in a laugh

“I think you grabbed the wrong drink”

You look back down at the cup, embarrassed out of your mind

“I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you a new one”

You stand up and he quickly grabs your wrist. “Do you even know what it is?”

“Based off of what it tasted like, I was gonna order you a large battery acid latte”

He just shakes his head, letting out an airy chuckle before standing up and going with you to the counter

“I’m glad I was able to introduce you to real coffee.”

Cue the fighting about the best drinks and health benefits of drinking battery acid vs straight sugar, which leads to no homework getting done and a date at the same place the next day

Sunoo

You were out doing some research for your school assignment

Somehow your teacher decided it would be smart to make her students interview strangers to collect data

“Yes, hello, do you know anything about space?”

Most of the people you’d asked were boring, giving you the bare minimum (except the one lady who talked for twenty minutes and the old man who yelled at you )

Until you stopped Sunoo, appearing excitedly in front of him and asking if he knew the difference between a comet and an asteroid

You were so cute, and he wanted to impress you so bad ‼️

So he stood there for a while, going “it’s right on the tip of my tongue, I’m not stupid, I swear I know it!” (He did not know it)

Eventually you move on, continuing to ask him more opinion based questions before deciding to be bold because when else would you ever see the extremely cute guy again

“Last question: are you single?”

Homeboy was a tomato, nervous giggling and all.

“I am for now…are you busy after this?”

Jungwon

You hated your best friend.

Okay not really, she was your best friend— but right now you hated her

There was no hesitation in your mind when she asked you to come to her Winter Formal dance— hee boyfriend dumped her the week before and she needed a last minute date

So there you were, at a school you’ve never been to before in your nicest dress while loud pop music blares into your ears

The only issue was that suddenly your friends ex had decided he wanted her back, and now you were stuck third wheeling as they danced a little too close to each other for your comfort

Which was bad enough when a fun song was on, but when the dj started a love song, sending it out to “all the lovers out there” that was your last straw

You ignore their kissing as you try to navigate between all the dancing couples to get to a table to sit at until either the song was over or you called your mom to rescue you

Unfortunately for you, the floor was very crowded, and you ended up bumping into someone

When you turned to apologize, you came face to face with the cutest boy you’ve ever seen, his dimples flashing as he gave you a reassuring smile “don’t worry about it, are you okay?”

You nod your head, still too enamored to respond, but soon his friends start bumping him, and you’re back to looking for an escape, convinced they all think your weird

Instead, the boy looks at his feet, avoiding your eyes as he says “would you maybe want to dance? I think you’re really pretty.”

You stare blankly for a minute, to which he quickly adds “unless you’re here with someone I’m sorry for asking,” but you quickly cut him off, offering him your hand

“I’d love to!”

And your best friend was once again your favorite person because you got to dance with Jungwon all night

Riki

Listen, you’re not a child anymore so you’re totally allowed to go to the grocery store at any time that you want

Which includes ten pm(22:00)

So there you were, standing in the candy aisle, contemplating if you really needed the family sized bag of Sour Patch Kids

When this giant comes running through the aisle next to you

You collide, and he’s at least nice enough to help you up, giving you his hand and making sure you’re stable again before tearing off in the opposite direction

He turns back almost as fast as he left, running up to you and staring into your eyes

“Will you cover me up with toilet paper?”

You stare at him in bewilderment. You were worried about meeting crazy people this late at night, but the seven foot tall kid your age was not the kind of evil you were picturing

“I’m sorry what?”

“The next aisle over is toilet paper and stuff and me and my friends are playing hide and seek. If I crawl on the shelf can you cover me back up?”

You stare for another moment, realizing how childish this is, but you quickly realize that you basically are children and say yes

You’ve barely hidden Riki from sight by the time another boy is racing past you, quickly double taking when he sees you standing there

You worry he’s got you figured out, you knew it was unrealistic for you to be thinking so hard about toilet paper brands, but the boy just stands next to you.

“Hi, I’m Jake”

“Yn” you respond, confused why he’s speaking to you if he didn’t know you helped his friend

It isn’t until a minute later when he asks for your number that you realize he was trying to flirt with you

Although it seems to be the same time Riki does, because suddenly there’s toilet paper flying off the shelves and he’s yelling at his hyung.

You try not to laugh at Jake’s squeal when Riki popped out, but soon they’re both running out of the aisle, Riki yelling back to you

“I’ll be back for your number, just give me one second to murder my hyung”

[lilyoffandoms]

My March Challenge Masterlist

So my February challenge is almost done (one more to finish if Tyril’s face decides to cooperate) and I am obsessed (putting it mildly) with flowers and the language of flowers so watch me give all the flowers to all the characters for this month @choicesmonthlychallenge haha

Elam (TCH) for me

Daisy: purity, innocence

Goldenrod: good luck, pioneering spirit

Violet: modesty, strength, gracefulness

Spring Beauties: ephemeral nature, new beginnings

Ivy: everlasting life, devotion, loyalty

Sean (ES) for @3rdstreetfrank

Forget-Me-Nots: true love memories

Mal x Daenarya (Blades) for storyofmychoices

Baby’s Breath: everlasting love

Lancelot du Lac (Guinevere)

Sweet William: gallantry

Zoey Day (MOTY) requested by @inlocusmads

Orange Zinnias: success, drive, & family bonds

Aster Nightbloom (Blades) for @dutifullynuttywitch

Ivy: endurance, faithfulness

Speedwell: travel, kindness, & loyalty

Aster: trusting

Calla Lily: magnificence (as a nod to Mr. Magnificent)

Trystan Thorne (CoP)

Gardenia: secret love

Gabriel Rose (CoP)

Black-Eyed Susan: justice

Aerin Valleros (Blades)

Zinnias: Lasting affection

Coreopsis: growth

Bachelor’s Button: hope & resilience

Gerbera: loyal love

Snapdragon: deception

Crocosmia lucifer: wicked playfulness

Rams Erndheart (TE)

Inspired by this edit

Ava Cunningham (ILITW)

Snapdragon: magic, truth-telling, & broken curse

Nyx & Luna Rose (Blades) for @storyofmychoices

Angel Trumpets: creativity/inspiration, honor granted to a higher being/power

Devil’s Trumpets: power and caution

Wind (LOA) for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Blackthorne: fate, protection, hope against adversity

Gabriel Adalhard (ID) for @aria-ashryver

Marigold: warmth, cheerfulness

Cosmos: stubbornness, determination, harmony, joy, peace, & resilience

Clem Hawthorne & Nolia Julivert (TPS)

Clematis: wisdom, travel, & determination

Magnolia: nobility, perseverance, & dignity

Adan McIntyre (AME)

Sunflower: loyalty & abundance

Poppy: peace & hopeful future

Lily of the Valley: happiness, luck, & love

[lizzie-is-here]

bucky barnes oneshot

the white cat part 2

bucky barnes x fem! reader

alpine turns out to be the best matchmaker (sorry nat ily)

a/n: a part two? slay very short and sweet 🫶 also short note this time hope you enjoy unless you wanna hear ab my weird dream: ok so like a week ago i like literally lived out three years and i met a guy first year in college while majoring in astronomy and we started dating and he was super sweet and got me flowers and one time it was snowing and we danced on the lawn, but anyway it was my junior year around christmas and i was in the library studying for finals and he came in with daisies and take out to help me but THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP WTF? still mad

the white cat pt. 1

The first date had gone perfectly. Bucky had shown up at the animal shelter right on time, and you had changed in the bathroom to a more date-appropriate outfit. A Japanese steakhouse, a bottle of champagne, and a walk home later, you’d both been eager to schedule another. And three more.

So now, you’re sitting in a back corner of a café (date number five, for those keeping track at home), trying to not stare too hard at the man in front of you.

“Coffee is so much better, holy shit,” he mumbles. You’d recommended a caramel frappuccino, though you’re now mildly convinced he may run off to date it.

“Yeah?” you laugh. “I bet a lot of things are better now.”

Bucky nods, watching the way the corners of your eyes crinkle when you chuckle. He likes that you don’t avoid the topic of his past. Contrary to popular belief, not every moment of his early life was horrible.

Just most of it. Like, seventy years out of one hundred. 70%. Could be worse.

He pulls himself back into reality. “Temperature control? Best thing that’s ever been invented.”

“Oh, really? I’d say modern electronics-“ You gesture around, where students are typing away on laptops and groups of friends are showing each other pictures. “-but I could be biased.”

“Don’t shit talk the flip phone! It works well enough for me.”

“Oh, no. No shit talking here.”

When both of you finish your drinks, you walk Bucky back to his apartment, even though he definitely doesn’t need any extra protection. You enjoy the trek up the stairs you’d normally loathe, and reaching his door makes a weight sink in your chest. He opens it a crack.

Before you can even say goodbye, a white blur races out, ramming into your leg and making you stumble.

Right into Bucky.

“Shit, sorry!”

“She normally isn’t like this-“

The two of you speak at the same time before your eyes lock, breathing syncing as your thoughts both race and stop entirely.

His thoughts race. ‘Is five dates enough to kiss? Probably, right? But it was different then- this isn’t back then, dumbass! Okay, but what do I do? God, she’s pretty this close. Do I lean in? I should lean in, I’m taller than her. Curse you and bless you, Alpine, I’ll get you some Fancy Feast after this-‘

And you only have one thought.

‘Fuck it.’

Pulling him in, your last and only thought leaves the moment your lips touch. His hands hesitantly settle on your back and waist, relaxing when you sigh.

The troublemaker responsible nudges you again, albeit much gentler, purring up at you.

“Hey, Alpine,” you greet, scooping her up. She stretches out and turns limp in your arms. Shit-eating brat. You love her, though. “So, um…” You trail off, but the silence isn’t doesn’t linger for long.

Bucky opens the door fully, nodding inside.

“Would you wanna come in for a bit? Not that you have to, but-“ The way he grins and darts his tongue out across his lips is more convincing than you need. “-your call.”

White ball of fluff in your arms, you agree wholeheartedly.

“How about a movie?” you ask, stepping inside.

Bucky shrugs as you let Alpine down. “I’ve got a list of some Sam told me to watch.” The cat runs to the couch like she knows you’ll end up there.

“We can start there.”

[absolutebl]

Hi.....if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be can be canon or non-canon)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

I never have, this is a BL blog tho, so I'm sticking to my POV.

Top 10 Favorite Romantic Leads in BL

(in no particular order, I love them all.) 

Togawa & Nosue - Old Fashion Cupcake

Ae & Pete - Love By Chance

JaeYoung & SangWoo - Semantic Error

ShinWoo & TaeKyung - Light On Me 

Pat & Pran - Bad Buddy

X & Q - 21 Days Theory

Solo & Gui - Oxygen 

Sato & BoChen - See You After Quarantine?

Le & Amber - DNA Says Love You

Guang & Qizhang - About Youth 

I mostly picked ones who don’t have a ton of angst and willful miscommunication. Also I like couples where we actually see them together in a relationship. I like an on screen dynamic that has a physical component too. In other words i want to see good, caring boyfriends who actually want each other and are shown that way (and not just at the end, sorry Utsukushii Kare.) 

Side Couple Favorites 

Pick & Rome - Puppy Honey

Ram & King - My Engineer

Mark & OuWen - Love is Science 

Khun & Kaow - Brothers

Pitch & Bank - Golden Blood

Touch & Daisy - SCOY

Copy & Nampu - Top Secret Together

Champ & Doc - TharnType 2

San & Aei - You're My Sky

Jack & Zhao - H3: Trapped

I picked specifically couples where I find their actual relationship as a couple both romantic and admirable. For example leads from some of my top BLs aren't on my list because they are often slightly annoying, as a couple, in some way or another that was used to drive the story.

(this post as of Oct 2022, not responsible for couples that come after)

[contreparry]

For DADWC... squishing the other's cheek, for what ever pairing you like :) Happy Friday!

Absolutely! Here’s some Carver x Merrill for @dadrunkwriting !

He was adorable.

No one else saw it, as far as Merrill could tell. They saw a tall, sturdy, sullen warrior, a wall of solid muscle that could serve as bulwark and battering ram. Carver Hawke was a menace in a fight and a grump in all other respects- at least, that was what everyone else seemed to think. Not Merrill, though, but Merrill figured that it was because she trained herself to look underneath first impressions and dig into the depths for truth. So she saw what others might not at a first or second glance. And her conclusion was rational, based on her extensive research and understanding of Shem customs and Hawke peculiarities.

Carver Hawke was ADORABLE.

It was the combination of his ferocity and awkwardness that appealed to her. The dichotomy was fascinating: for all of his confidence and skill with a sword or his own fists, Carver Hawke fumbled for words whenever he was out of his depth. Conversation didn’t come easily to him. He tended to put his foot in his mouth and say the worst thing at the worst time. He was as sour as unripe blackberries. But he tried to be kind. Merrill saw how hard he tried, awkward apologies and stiff reconciliatory gestures and all. He was much better at showing that he cared than saying the words. He always made sure she got to the Alienage safely, and Isabela told her that he served as a competent (if grumpy) escort through Darktown.

And Merrill liked him. Liked the look of him, tall as a tree and broad, with a face that was suited towards brooding as much as Marian’s face tended towards merry laughter. Merrill took particular joy in turning Carver Hawke’s mood around, drawing him out of his sullenness until he was flustered or baffled or laughing or some combination of the three. Perhaps it was foolish of her, but she enjoyed the fruits of her efforts. She loved seeing his smile, loved how he had a dimple in his cheek, loved that there was still something sweet and innocent under all that gloom and weight of sorrow that Carver bore on his shoulders.

So perhaps Merrill didn’t just like Carver Hawke, but she could keep that a secret for now. No need to make him anxious just yet. Though it was very difficult right now, what with them sitting around a table at The Hanged Man and playing a round of Wicked Grace. She nearly had the hang of it- she knew all the pictures on the cards and had a sense of which cards were more valuable. She was better than Anders, and nearly beat Aveline last week! Merrill was certain she would never match Fenris' level- he had an almost uncanny sense about who was bluffing when he deigned to play. And winning against Isabela was impossible. Tonight, however, Merrill was quite certain she had a better hand than Carver this round. He was scowling at his cards, his cheeks flushed from the fire, the ale, and Isabela and Marian’s blatant flirting.

And it was adorable. He was adorable! She could hardly stand it! Merrill lay her cards face down on the scarred surface of the table and took Carver’s cheeks in her hands, the warmth of his skin bleeding into her palms as he stared up into her face. His bright sky blue eyes went wide with surprise.

“Carver," Merrill declared solemnly. "You'll never beat Fenris if you keep making faces."

"W-what?"

"You wrinkle your nose when you have a bad hand, Carver. You have a nice nose. And-" Merrill pressed her fingers into Carver's round, soft cheeks. Cute! So adorable! Oh, he was flushing as pink as a sunrise, pink as the inside of a sea shell, pink pink pink-

"Okay, Daisy, you might have imbibed a little too much ale," Varric teased while Carver’s skin grew hotter to her touch. Merrill shook her head and squeezed Carver’s cheeks one last time before she let go and returned to her seat. Fenris made a funny sort of sound, something that might have been a laugh (or maybe he was choking on his drink?) while Anders complained about table talk. Not that it mattered, because he was losing. Badly.

“Don’t worry, Carver,” Merrill promised. “I’ll help you beat Fenris. But only because you’re cute.”

[leresq]

Rewatching the Sequels; some notes

The sequels do a good job of showing how brutal the First Order is in a way the original trilogy never showed. These are supposed to be space not-sees and the sequels were the first to display their cruelty

Watch the Stormtrooper Paradox on YouTube, it explains my shared gripe of the idea that First Order stormtroopers are child soldiers being brushed off.

Kylo Ren is cool idgaf what anyone says. Phasma is cool. Hux is cool. Pryce is cool. The Praetorian Guard are cool. If you disregard everything else about Snoke he's cool. Btw they wasted Smoke, it would have taken one writers' meeting to come up with something better.

I didn't like how the Mandalorian just took Baby Yoda out of the plot line I thought wrapped everything up nicely but now I realise if Baby Yoda stayed with Luke then the implication is Ren killed him so nvm :)

Dave Filoni's work is really helping bridge the gap between the original and sequel trilogies

The battle of Crait although just a rehash of Empire Strikes Back is too cool to discount

The fact that Poe, Finn, and Rose's plan was the reason nearly half of the transports heading to Crait were destroyed was really interesting. If they hadn't separated they wouldn't have met DJ, and DJ wouldn't have told the First Order the plan. I wish they'd have given some guilt to the characters tho.

Holdo's sacrifice is super cool but I'm not sure about the scientifics of it all.

Being in the way of that battering ram should have given Finn some nasty burns at the very least, it was melting through metal.

Are Force projections mental or visual?? Because Ben and Rey could see each other but I don't think Luke saw Ben in the hut, which means it would have to be mental. Also C3PO saw the projection..? Palpatine had to be connecting Rey and Ben, not Snoke. If someone as powerful as Luke died by projecting himself, then there's no way Snoke would have had the power to connect two entirely different people.

Kylo Ren should have seen that the projection was fake because Luke has his lightsaber, which he snapped in half just thirty minutes ago. It could be miswritten, but I see it as Ren being so enraged that he didn't notice.

I wish they wouldn't have killed Luke, but I thought they did it right. I cried rewatching it, and I've seen the movie three times before this.

"Snoke trained you well." "I killed Snoke. I'll kill you." "You killed Snoke? Damn that's a shame, well good thing I got a jar of them right here!"

I don't mind force healing and blaster freezing, I just wish they'd tuck it into the story more neatly.

They did Rose dirty in ROS

I know Jakku already existed in legends, but Pasaana could have easily been Jakku or Tattooine.

Was the C3PO disrespect supposed to be funny? It wasn't.

Zorii should have died, her surviving literally served no purpose to the story, in fact he death would have served it better.

Domhnall Gleeson's acting is some of the best I've seen in Star Wars.

Rey Palpatine is stupid. It would have been nicer if Rey was just a nobody who became special because of her actions and determination, not bloodline.

Kylo Ren being stabbed by Rey and surviving actually makes sense because I can imagine the wound would be cauterised long enough for Rey to heal it

I think it would have been a satisfactory end if Rey and Ben Solo died

Some people are Finn x Rey, some people are Finn x Rose, we all know the truth is Finn x Poe

It's a shame Daisy Ridley's career hasn't had much luck, she's a good actor.

Rey should have said "Just Rey" in response to the old woman. She's taking agency of her own identity and not letting it be based off what other people tell her. She's not a Solo, she's not a Skywalker, she's not a Palpatine, she's her own person now.

The sequels just seem like they would have been better written by someone on AO3. They're not abysmally terrible, it's just hard to look past their shortcomings. The music, acting, and animation are the best parts.

[hauntedheroines]

What would you say are the five sexiest ships you support?

Oh anon, I love questions like this.

Most of my ships are very sexy in my opinion, so I'll separate the winners into different categories:

The Frollo Effect: Ram x Daisy (Princess Daisy)

PWP (PornWithPlot): Oyasumi Se* by Mikami Mika

Cross-fire is foreplay: William x Dolores (Westworld)

The one healthy ship that is sexy: Jamie x Claire (Outlander)

I'll have to leave option 5 open because there are too many I'd like to put on this list and I can't pick and choose.

I’ll publish a list of Literotica in the future if you wanna get straight to 18+

Thank you so much for the question, Anon!

[diaryofanobsessivefangirl]

Checklist for the bro antagonist who lust for his sis

By James Obrien and Prince Ram:

buys her everything under the pretense of being a caring brother

buys her flowers, just ‘cause

drives boys away despite lacking the guts to make a move himself

has alcoholic tendencies specially when his sister is involved

wants to keep her financially dependent of him

holds tight to whatever evidence that she might desire him secretly

is hot aff

is driven insane by guilt and craving

Am I missing something?

[fairydust006]

Great movie!Romantic and funny!🤦🏾‍♀️🤣

[missymurphy1985]

One Shot Smut Challenge

Neglected - Cillian Murphy X wife!reader One Shot

Warning - masturbation (f) - Daddy kink - mild Degradation Kink (calls her some choice names...) - Smut

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08 @queenofkings1212 @look-at-the-soul

"He's a fucking ASSHOLE," You yelled down the hands free on your way home from picking up the grocery shopping that Saturday afternoon. You were that angry you'd actually pulled the car over in the next street from your Monkstown home to carry on your rant without risking intentionally running some poor pedestrian over, or ramming into some unsuspecting persons car.

"What's Cillian done this time..." Your best friend Niamh laughed down the phone.

"Picked him up from the airport at 2 o clock this morning, he passes out in the fucking car because he's had one too many glasses of Rioja on the flight. Manage to get the pisshead into the house and up the stairs, where he again passes out in bed. He's barely said two words to his fucking girlfriend at this point, despite the fact he's been away from her for nearly four months."

"Oh shit..."

"Oh shit in-fucking-deed!!! THEN... Because of said glasses of red wine, he proceeds to snore like a fucking troll so I end up in the spare room with Scout. 6am he wakes up, fresh as a fucking daisy because that prick NEVER has a hangover... Proceeds to bang every single cupboard door downstairs loud enough the Richter Scale is shitting itself... 8am he logs on for a promotional interview for Rolling Stone magazine. 9am, he's on BBC Breakfast for another interview. Quick shower, then he's back on for ANOTHER FUCKING interview at 11am with Dermot and Dave for Today FM... We had lunch together, he barely spoke. Too busy sending emails off his phone and taking calls. He's been holes up in that fucking basement ever since!"

"It's nearly 5pm!"

"I KNOW!!! I had the audacity to try and give him a kiss and he brushed me off, he was on camera apparently..."

"And breathe..."

"Don't tell me to breathe, I am fucking breathing. I'm breathing FIRE!!!"

"Okay so now you get revenge."

"What?"

"Give him a reason to notice you."

"I'm his girlfriend, not a fucking dog!"

"I know that, just trust me. Do as I say and he'll be on his knees begging forgiveness in no time."

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An hour later, the shopping was put away and you headed down to the basement where your boyfriend of three years was sat with his ear buds in talking to some American talk show host via Zoom. Again.

Cillian saw you come down the stairs and gave you a smile and a wink before looking back at the camera, continuing his promo for the movie he'd just finished filming in the USA. Oppenheimer was a big deal - his first lead role in one of Chris Nolan's films, he could be in line for an Oscar for this. You knew how important it was to him.

But you thought once he was home, especially after being away for so long, you'd at least have him to yourself for a few days before the crazy promo started...

You sat on the chair opposite him and took off your coat, revealing a short kimono style satin dressing gown. His eyes widened a little, and he stumbled over his words when you slowly unwrapped the kimono - showing him the black and red lace negligee underneath.

"What, sorry, Jimmy can you say that again?" He asked, a very visible flush to his cheeks. Jimmy repeated the question and Cillian cleared his throat, shaking his head quickly and taking his eyes away from you to answer him. You tried not to laugh at his voice - definitely an octave higher than it was before, with a side order of shakiness.

Opening your legs, you slid your fingers over your black lace underwear. The crotch already damp, your fingers brushing over your clit slowly, edging you towards what you knew would be the quietest, yet most satisfying orgasm you'd ever given yourself.

You carried on in your own little world, stroking your clit over your panties a little harder, you lifted one eyelid a little to look at him - smiling as he shifted in his seat. His whole upper body was in view, and he adjusted his position so only his chest and head was visible in the camera. Couldn't hide the blush in his cheeks though. You could see his erection pressed against his jeans - and it only added to your arousal.

Biting your lip, you felt yourself very quickly coming undone. Your fingers were moving much quicker now, your end so close you had to clamp your lips together to keep your moans inside.

You didn't hear him end the interview, saying a very quick goodbye and thank you. You didn't even hear the laptop lid slam closed. Too wrapped up in your pleasure, too far gone in your own arousal. Too close to your own orgasm.

Until he slapped your hand away and hovered over you. His hands either side, resting on the arms of the chair.

"You've been a very, very naughty girl, haven't you?"

"Yes Daddy..."

He lifted you off the chair effortlessly and pinned you against the wall so hard it stung but fuck if you cared. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you felt him pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

He slid his cock into you with a groan, holding your head still as he began to pump his hips back and forth, hard and fast up into you.

"Couldn't wait could you... Had to act all fucking needy, distracting me when I'm working, couldn't just hold off a little while longer..."

Surprise? What surprise?

"Fuck I've missed feeling your pussy wrapped around my cock..."

"Harder..." You begged, feeling him so deep inside you it was almost painful but in the best possible way.

He pounded up into you like a man possessed. His hips thrusting powerfully. His hands took yours, holding them above your head, his lips attacking your neck, nipping and biting at the flesh.

"Oh god... Oh god..." You felt your orgasm approaching like a bullet train, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each thrust, and you screamed his name as it flooded you - covering his cock with your cream, your cries bouncing off the walls.

"Fuck that's it, that's it... Fuck YN.." a few solid thrusts and he froze, his seed filling you. The warmth of it prolonging your orgasm further, tears in your eyes at the familiar sensation you'd missed so much.

He held you there for a while, just enjoying being reconnected, enjoying being inside you again. Kissing your lips tenderly, stroking your body pressed against the wall, held up by his pelvis. One gentle kiss on the tip of your nose and he smiled at you.

"I'm sorry... I'm still on Oppenheimer mode and it's difficult - "

"I know Cills. I know you struggle to get back into Cillian when you've been away so long."

"Was that little show to help bring me back?"

"Worked, didn't it?"

"Fucking right it did. Now you go upstairs and get changed into something less revealing. I don't want the staff at Bella's eyeing up my girl."

[lonely-lost-soul]

A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!�� You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry’ before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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[l4verq]

almost yours | s. r & b.b

pre-serum steve x reader, bucky x reader

in which you’re sure you’ll fall for bucky soon enough

warnings : angst, mentions of death, war, fights

fic : oneshot?

masterlist

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“I can do this all day.”

You roll your eyes cause you know he can’t.

“No, he can’t.” You trudge in between the filth, your peep-toe heels doing little to help you walk.

On closer inspection, the man is clearly intoxicated. He has his hands squared up, body swaying slightly but firmly planted infront of Steve.

You know he’s already had a few punches in judging by the bruises on his knuckles and the cuts on Steve’s face.

Steve mutters a silent curse as he sees you walking up to them.

Why did you always have to see him in such a pathetic state like this?

You give a stern look at him like always and he can’t meet your eyes every damn time.

“Who are you?” The man slurs, the smell of alcohol almost suffocating you.

“His friend.” You lift your neck a little higher as you meet the man’s eyes, your heart beating out of your chest.

Friend. Of course, that’s what he is to you.

“Y/N.” Steve steps in between, shielding you from the man.

You’re about to give him a piece of your mind when you’re shoved back roughly, falling into a pile of trash.

“A broad should know better than to meddle in men’s business.” The man wags his finger before repeatedly hitting Steve who’s yelling at you to run.

You hastily unstrap your heels and fling it across with a smack against the man’s back.

But the punches don’t stop.

“Stop, you stupid geezer.” You scream, grabbing his hair and thrashing your arms around, hoping you get a solid punch in.

“Hey!” The man slips away from your grasp as Bucky grabs him and pulls him away from the both of you.

“Pick on somebody your size.” He snarls, ramming his arm into the man’s body, making him double over in pain.

The man staggers off and Bucky turns to face the both of you, anger evident in his eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He objects as soon as you open your mouth.

“Steve, you good?”

“I’ll live.”

You two share a sheepish smile as Bucky helps him up.

“Okay, just so you know, this thing you guys have with getting beat up in alleys is stupid and moronic.” Bucky huffs, hands on his hips, foot tapping the ground impatiently.

“I was just trying to help Steve.”

“I didn’t need any help.”

“Says the guy who’s just had his ass handed to him.”

“Okay, funtime’s over. You have an aptitude test today, we can’t be late.” Bucky intervenes, retrieving your heel.

“Go to the hospital!” You shriek as Steve limps his way out.

He never stayed. He never could.

Because he didn’t like his thoughts when he’d see you and Bucky together.

Bucky sighs, kneeling on the ground, with your heel in hand.

He glances at you for approval before strapping on your heel for you.

“Thank you.” You mumble, a dull ache spreading throughout your elbows as the adrenaline subsides.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, concern in his eyes.

This is when you hate yourself the most. Disgusted with yourself because you can’t bring yourself to accept the unconditional love that he has for you. Disgusted that you keep telling yourself you’ll fall for him soon enough.

“I’m fine.” You lie, something fairly common to you.

-

“Still mad?” Steve sits next to you, hands shoved in his jacket.

You notice he did go to the hospital, judging by the white bandage on his hand peeking out.

“Maybe.”

He smiles but it quickly turns into a grimace, the cuts on his lips still healing.

“Heard you got in.” You continue, transfixed on his blue eyes.

“Had to see the look on your father’s face. Priceless.”

The two of you burst out laughing, his face contorted in a mix of pain and laughter making you laugh even more.

Your father, Colonel Chester Philips had made it clear on several occasions that Steve would never make it in the army despite your best attempts to convince him otherwise.

“Don’t forget about me when you get all buffed up and go off fighting scary men.” You joke, half serious.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

There it starts again. The stupid fluttering in your heart as you dare to think his gaze at you right now means anything more. And the guilt that floods in right after.

“You two take care of each other.” You both look over at Bucky waving at you from the registration office.

Childhood friends, you’d never known life without the two of them. And now both of them were leaving to possibly never return.

“We’ll be back before you know it.” He gives a soft smile because he knows how much you hate that he’s going too. How much you hate the war. How much you hate that your father’s never home.

He’d made up his mind about this years ago when he realised an asthmatic 90 pound man wasn’t exactly the ladies’ man but the butt of the joke and an easy prey for bullies.

And he didn’t like bullies.

But right now, the way you’re looking at him, his heart wavers a little.

“We are all set to go. You have been assigned to Camp Lehigh.” Bucky arrives, waving a form at Steve.

Your heart drops as it sinks in that they have to leave now. Tears spring to your eyes which you try to blink away.

“I’ll write you whenever I can.” Steve gets up, eyes glossy.

“You’d better.” You smile at him, an uncomfortable ache growing in your heart.

You almost give in to embracing him but the rock on your left hand weighs you down.

He lingers around for a while, perhaps thinking the same. But, he gives a smile, walking away towards the office.

“He’ll be okay,” Bucky reassures you, placing his hands on your shoulders, “Steve’s a tough cookie.”

You look up at your fiance, a lump forming in your throat.

“I’m going to miss you two.” You bite down on your quivering lip as a single tear trickles down your cheek.

God, were you beautiful, he thinks, gently wiping your tears away.

He hated leaving you, each time hurting quite possibly even more than the previous.

If you’d just ask him to stay, he’d leave everything right then and there all for you.

But you never do.

He leans in and you think he doesn’t catch the slight clench of your jaw but he does, everytime.

Each time, he rationalises it in his head, chiding himself for overanalysing.

Cause it’d hurt to think otherwise.

A ghost of a kiss on your forehead you barely feel as you force yourself to swallow the growing lump.

-

The mornings were tolerable.

A few chores here and there. Breakfast if you felt like it. Maybe drop by the salon, have a little chat with the girls.

You kept busy, finding faults in your own cleaning everytime. A spot you definitely missed while cleaning yesterday, you immediately attend to it, scrubbing away.

Sometimes, your father stopped by during the late afternoons, carrying a bag of fresh produce from the local market.

He’d little to say about Steve’s training, gruffly humming whenever you enquired.

Then, you’d have dinner with him, pretending that it wasn’t awkward having an empty seat across you that once belonged to your mother.

The last time you saw your father smile was during your engagement to Bucky. He’d pulled you in a tight embrace, wordless.

It wasn’t like this before.

He actually stayed home, smiled often and had a spark in his eyes.

But after your mother passed, it felt like he was just going through the motions everyday. Buried himself in more work, drowned himself in alcohol somedays.

You couldn’t blame him. You were no better, bottling up your own feelings.

But you wished he’d remember he still had you.

The nights were unbearable.

More often than not, you’d wake up in a cold sweat, heart still racing from the nightmares that plagued your mind.

Then, the worries’d take over.

The war was unforgiving and cruel and you’d pray every night that they wouldn’t fall victim to it.

The shiny rock on your hand catches your eye as it glistens in the moonlight. It’s a thin, silver band with a delicate diamond on top.

You felt like an impostor wearing it.

But, you’d gotten used to it. You’d just remember your mother’s wish, the way Bucky’s face broke out into a smile when you said yes and your father’s brief moment of happiness.

It didn’t help when you remembered Steve.

You don’t really know what you were expecting when you gave him the news. Maybe, you wanted to see if he’d be affected by it? If he felt the same way for you as you did him?

“I’m happy for you two.”

He had the biggest smile on his face as he tugged around with Bucky, teasing him.

But his eyes. You could swear you saw a flicker of sadness in them for just a split second or maybe you were just delusional, projecting your own feelings.

Most probably, the latter.

You pull the neatly folded up letter from your drawer, opening it for the umpeethn time.

Skimming over the scrawlings, your eyes land at the very end where Steve promises to return in the next few days.

You’d received the letter three weeks ago.

Your father’d informed you that Steve’d agreed to an experiment, where he’d be injected with a serum that would apparently make him a super soldier of some sorts.

“Is it safe?”

The grim silence that followed twisted your insides up into knots.

“We don’t know.” Your father grunted, the greying on his hair more prominent.

The following week he came bearing news of Steve’s successful transformation. That he’d grown two feet taller and more than a hundred pounds heavier.

You muttered a silent thank you to God as the coil in your stomach loosened.

“Do you want to see them?” Your father looks up at you from the table, eyes not leaving his newspaper.

He couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. Not after he’d failed as a father. He’d done a lot wrong but the worst was dissappointing you each time you welcomed him back with a warm meal and forgiving eyes.

You nod, a small smile breaking out at the thought of them.

One of the few privileges that came with being the daughter of a Colonel was to be able to go to the Army base closed off to everyday people.

That evening, Bucky arrived, daisies in hand cause he knows how much you like them.

“For my daisy.” He’d say everytime, a grin plastered on his face as you’d roll your eyes, unable to hold back a smile.

You carefully place the letter back into your drawer and crawl under your blanket, hoping to cram in some sleep.

Travelling to Camp Lehigh would take the entire day on a train and you could never really fall asleep anywhere but your own bed.

-

Envy.

The green eyed monster that doesn’t seem to leave your shoulders as your gaze flickers over to them.

A total of atleast six different women have made their rounds, tossing their hair and giggling when he leans in to say something in their ears cause the music’s a little too loud.

But who could blame them?

Steve stood tall at an impressive 6.1 feet, a far cry from the 5.4 he used to be. Though clothed, anyone could see the mass of muscles bulging out, the suit straining whenever he raised his arm.

The first time you saw him, you were speechless.

Bucky had emphasized on the drastic change in Steve’s appearance but you were still taken aback, mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

Everything about him was so different yet his eyes still had that twinkle to them that you always swooned over.

You down your fourth shot in a row, throat burning.

Did she really have to feel his shield and kn-

“Dance with me?” Bucky gives a coy smile, eyebrow quirked up.

Taking his extended hand, he chuckles as you wobble sightly while getting up.

“Someone had a lot to drink.” He comments, guiding you to the dance floor.

A hand slightly above your waist, the other holding your own, Bucky was always a great dancer.

You always let him take the lead as he swayed you back and forth, always managing to expertly avoid stepping on your dress.

You start to regret the alcohol, your head spinning a little.

He seems to notice and lulls down to a gentle pace, holding you tight. You lean into his chest, breathing in the sweet musk that’s just so, Bucky.

He calls your name, barely above a whisper, which you probably wouldn’t have heard if you weren’t so close to him.

You hum in reply, head now leaning on his shoulder.

“Remember that time you got mad at me,”

“and you came crying to me, begging for forgiveness.” You finish his sentence, chuckling.

A throaty laugh rumbles from his chest as well.

“And we promised that we’d never lie to each other anymore.”

You lift your head, to see a soft smile playing on his lips.

“It’s time you kept that promise.” His eyes trails over to Steve.

The low tune that crooned on fades out as a ringing in your ears take over. You could only stare at him, paralysed.

It takes him everything he has in him to stay composed. But he has to do this.

“Tell him, before it’s too late.” He whispers, an urgency in his voice.

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill any moment.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about me.” He reassures you, taking your hands in his.

Shuffling bodies bump into you as you look away, incapable of holding his stare.

If only you’d known it would be the last time you saw him.

-

It’s the last thing he wants to do.

But he tells you anyway that he has to leave. That he needs to go.

Ever since Bucky fell to his death, Steve knew nothing but revenge. All he could really think about was taking down Hydra.

When you found out about Bucky, you’d done the same thing you always did.

Bottle your grief, pushing it down and down and keep busy.

Steve knew this too so he was patient, never poked around too much, lent a shoulder to cry on.

He often blamed himself, the event still haunting him at night, his own mind locking him in an endless tunnel.

But you’d always be there, at the end of it, a dim light that led him out.

“Just don’t die on me.” You whisper, hand grasping onto his jacket as he turned to leave.

This time, you don’t think twice before embracing him.

You want to keep him right there, safe with you.

And he probably would stay if you asked enough but you know he has to do this.

You just wanted to be selfish for once.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He wraps his hands around your waist, allowing himself to bask in your arms for a while.

As he pulls away, his face is so close that you can see the golden flecks splattered throughout his blue eyes, forming a psychedelic pattern that seemed to only hypnotise you.

He leans in before stopping himself, eyes flickering down to your slightly parted lips.

You can’t help but stare at his too.

But, the both of you awkwardly pull away, perhaps both appalled by their own selfish thoughts.

He couldn’t do this to his bestfriend ; you’d always be Bucky’s, not his.

As he leaves with the soldiers, the coil in your stomach tightens even more, heart sinking when he fades out of view.

You immediately station yourself at the air traffic controller office, where you man a radio transceiver.

It’s a large room filled with machines and a screen that displays the plane that he took.

It’s a long, long while before the transceiver crackles, a familiar voice blaring off it.

“Steve?” You grab it, almost jumping out of your seat.

The screen shows the plane heading north, further beyond the grid.

You think he called your name too but it’s barely audible.

Then, you hear it.

The whistling of the wind. The rattling of the controls.

The screen blares a warning when the plane doesn’t seem to stop going down.

“Steve, get out of there now!” You beg as it sinks in that he doesn’t plan to.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” His voice breaks.

“No, come back to me, please.” The room grows smaller and smaller as the air suffocates you.

A distorted reply arrives.

Your heart breaks at the thought of him all alone in that plane, headed for his death.

“I never really said thank you for all the times you beat up my bullies.”

You smile, swallowing the lump in your throat.

A surge of courage runs through your body as you say the words you’ve wanted to say to him ever since you discovered what love even was.

“Steve, I love you.”

But the line goes dead.

-

a/n : idk wtf this is, it was better in my head lol, might fk around and make this into a mini series😬 also tfatws🤑😈

[samdeancass]

Us Against The World

Requested by: Anonymous with #80 from 200 Prompts List: "Let's run away together".

Pairing: Deke x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Deke, Y/N, Melinda, Daisy, Coulson, Mack, Fitz, Simmons

Words: 1571

Description: When Y/N is captured, Deke races against time to save them. The situation leads him to a sudden realisation.

Bullets were firing at you from all angles. Daisy was across the other side of the base fighting off other in humans. Melinda was down for the count behind you. Panic was beginning to take over your senses as your surroundings were closing in around you. You had no other choice but to surrender to the enemy. Either that, or they kill you. Putting your gun in your holster, you raised your hands up above your head in a surrendering position.

“Stop firing! I surrender! Take me but please leave my friends alone!” “Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!” Dekes panicked voice came through the comms and your heart immediately sunk. You closed your eyes and blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall. Two figures walked towards you and knocked you out with the butt of their gun, whilst another talked through their comms to alert the others of the situation.

One of them picked you up and carried you away towards their ship right before Daisy came running through the corridor. She began to send out blasts towards the enemies but she was too late. Her eyes went wide when she seen your unconscious body in their arms. “Y/N!” She began to run towards the ship but it took off right as she got to the entrance.

She looked around and seen May on the floor, unconscious. Racing to her side, Daisy placed her finger on her comms and sent out a message. “Guys, May’s down. I’ll bring her back with me but…. They’ve got Y/N.” Her head hng low as those last words came out of her mouth. She gathered May in her arms and carried her out of the base.

On the other side of the comms Deke was walking back and forth across the ships floor, the severity of the situation completely taking over his senses. “Why would Y/N give herself up like that? How could she let that happen to herself?!” He began raking his hands through his hair, frustration and panic evident on his face.

Coulson stepped forward and placed a calming hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure she had a good reason for doing what she did. The main thing that we need to do now is find her and take out those HYDRA agents.” Deke nodded his head and took a deep breath to calm himself. He needed to keep a level head if he wanted to save you.

Daisy and May soon returned to the ship, a little battered and bruised, but they were OK. May had woken up and was raring to go, as usual. Coulson gathered the whole team and began to talk through the plan. Luckily, your suit had a tracking implant in it, so Fitz and Simmons easily found your location. The team gathered their gear whilst Mack flew the ship to your location.

As Deke was readying up, his thoughts began to wander. He didn’t want to live this life anymore, a life where you could easily get hurt, or worse. He wanted to keep you safe and protect you from the dangers of the world. He understood that you loved being able to save the world, but if this has taught him anything it’s that life is too precious. He wanted to make the most of his life with you. You are the most important thing to him and he wanted to keep you with him, always. Once he made his final decision, he marched towards Coulson and whispered the plan in his ear. Coulson looked Deke straight in his eyes with a disappointed look but also understanding why Deke was doing this.

With Coulson’s approval, Deke sat down and waited to march into battle to save the woman that he loved.

 

Screams erupted from your body as the agent pierced your skin once again. Wounds and bruises littered your skin as your torture continued. They wanted information on Coulson and SHIELD’s plans, but you were never going to give them what they wanted.

“WHERE IS COULSON?!” The agent twisted the knife that was lodged in your shoulder which caused you to whimper in pain. You took a deep breath to mask the pain and looked the agent dead in the eyes. “Go fuck yourself!” The agent raised his hand and slapped you across the face, causing your head to whip to the side. The agent marched back towards the tray of torture devices and grabbed a large pair of scissors and placed them against your fingers.

“Is your team really worth all this pain? Are you willing to lose your fingers for them?” “I’m willing to lose my life for them.” He began closing the scissor blades on your finger, streams of blood erupting from your skin, however gunfire interrupted his concentration and he whipped around to the sound of the commotion. “This isn’t over.” He rammed your gag back into your mouth and ran towards the entrance of the room, gun cocked towards the door.

The doors flew open and in walked Daisy and Deke. Daisy took care of the agent whilst Deke ran straight over to you, guilt all over his face. “Oh baby, what did they do to you?” He took the gag out of your mouth and cradled your face with his hands. You leaned into his touch and let out the tears that you had been holding on to.

Deke leaned his forehead against yours and kissed your lips softly. “You’re ok now, we’re here. I’m here. Nothings ever going to happen to you again.” He turned his attention to your bonds, careful not to injure you anymore. Gently, he picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the HYDRA base, the rest of the team following close behind. In between this, you fell unconscious from the amount of blood that you lost and the severity of your injuries.

 

You woke up in the medical bay of the SHIELD ship. You looked around frantically but soon calmed down when you noticed Deke sitting beside you, sound asleep and grasping your hand tight. With your other hand, you ran your fingers through his hair to wake him up. Groggily he sat up and smiled when he seen you staring back at him.

“Hey princess, how you feeling?” “A little sore, but I’ll live.” Deke’s smile faded and was replaced with a serious expression, very uncommon for him. “Yeah, Y/N, but it could have been much worse. You could have died! What were you thinking giving yourself up like that?”

Your head tilted downwards a little. “I wanted to protect my team. We were surrounded. The only way to keep them safe was surrendering myself. It was the only way.”

“No, it wasn’t the only way! You could have called for backup! You didn’t need to put yourself in harms way for the team! Your life is worth more than that!” Your head shot up, an angry look on your face. “Well, what was I supposed to do? Let them kill us all?! Let them kill you?! I wasn’t going to let that happen! I love you too much to lose you!” Deke pressed his lips against yours, pouring all of his emotions into it.

Pulling away, he cradled your face in his hands and caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I love you to, Y/N, which is why I think we should leave the team. Let’s run away together, to a place far away. You will never have to put yourself in harms way ever again. I don’t think I could go through this again, watching the woman that I love sacrifice herself. Please, let’s get away from all this and start a normal life. Get married, have children, grow old together. That’s all I want.”

You stayed silent for a few minutes and let Deke’s words sink in. “Ok, Deke. Let’s go, right now.” Immediately, his face lit up with happiness. He placed a soft kiss on top of your head before running off somewhere unknown.

 

You and Deke were standing hand-in-hand in front of the whole team, bags at the bottom of your feet. All eyes were on the both of you, confused and inquisitive. “Alright guys, we have some big news.” You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. “Me and Deke have decided to leave the team. If the recent situation has taught us anything, it’s that life is too short. I nearly died on the last mission and I can’t risk my life anymore. I want to be able to live out the rest of my life with the man that I love. I hope you guys can understand this.”

The rest of the team looked at each other before looking back at you with large smiles on their faces. “of course we understand, Y/N. What you did for us was extrodianary and we cannot thank you enough for everything.”

They walked towards you both and engulfed you into a group hug. Tears were spilled and smiles were given before it was time for you and Deke to depart to your new life. To say you weren’t scared was an understatement, but you were also excited for what your new life was going to bring.

[saturatedboy]

I was in the mood to write some angst-fluff writing for Donna Beneviento x M!reader so I hope you all enjoy if you chose to read it ^^ (This one shot can be found on my wattpad account Nerd_Dragon_Writes)

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Just a sad fluffy chapter

This is a male!reader

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Narrator’s POV

(Y/n) was minding his own business tinkering away at fixing the recently broken rocking chair that Angie, the loud and hyperactive doll, loved to bits- literally. Once Angie was sat in the rocking chair you barely could get her out of it. Angie adored the way it would rock, she found it better when her owner Donna would read a book beside her as (Y/n) would gently rock the chair as he normally sat beside it on the ground. However due to some disagreement over the outside world, Angie had thrown a fit and out of anger had broken the chair. Donna on the other hand had silently backed away out of the room and went somewhere in the small mansion to have space to herself. Mostly likely from the distress and headaches she most likely was getting, (Y/n) could only guess.

As (Y/n) hammered in the very last piece of cork into the wooden frame, the all well knowing screech of the wedding dressed doll came from the left side of his ear. "You fixed itttt!" She carried out, floating around the male and sitting in it after getting herself comfy in it. "Ahhhhh! It so good!" Giggling and quickly flying out of the rocking chair, Angie had rammed herself into (Y/n) and engulfed him in a hug as her small wooden arms could reach. The attempt at a hug had lead (Y/n) laughing slightly at her excitement and appreciation. Moving his arm, (Y/n) had cradled the doll with one arm under her to support her weight and used his other hand to gently pat the top of her veiled head. "You're very welcome. It's the least I could do for you after you and Donna didn't kill me-"

A finger was pressed against his lips, the doll's face had a serious look- one that you wouldn't expect Angie to even be able to create from knowing her having a really expressive emotions of being positive. "You were fun to play with and Mother Miranda did say that if you did somehow survive we could keep you for our own needs~ Ow! Hey no fair!"

With an outstretched pointing finger, the male had flicked the doll on her head to keep her thoughts to herself. He was left with a a small frown from the small doll in return."Sooo?" She dragged out, looking up at the male with a sad glint in her eyes. "Shouldn't you go find Donna, I'm sure she's still upset with earlier."

Sighing, (Y/n) could only nod however he didn't move from his spot on the floor next to the chair. He didn't know why but he felt like Donna didn't want to see him at the moment after the disagreement earlier. "Why don't you both want  me to leave- I'll only be going down the the village to go collect some materials?"

Angie had stayed quiet, thinking on how she should word her next words since she didn't want their new playmate to go and leave them after hearing what she had to say. Squirming her way out of his arm, she heaved herself out and floated in front of (Y/n), twiddling her fingers. "You've been with us for a while now and Donna had the sudden idea of maybe you wanted to be a fam-"

"I apologise for my sudden departing. I did not mean to worry you." A soft voice came from behind, the sound of small patters could be heard to along with some scattering on the floor. Turning around, (Y/n) could only be met with a heard of smaller puppets and dolls crawling, running and even skipping towards him with welcoming smiles. However past them, The Lady of the mansion stood with her veil covering her face and still in her black gown stitch and created from her sorrows.

As the dolls climbed onto (Y/n), he could only fight against their resistance to be able to stand up. However with the help on Angie moving some, he finally managed to stay standing with at least a total of twelve dolls hanging and clinging onto him. Taking a step forward, the male had smiled in joy seeing the other stand before him. "Donna," (Y/n) had spoken out gently, using a hand to lift a doll that was about to fall off him back onto his shoulder. "I wish to speak of today's event, however I had no intentions to mean to upset you or Angie."

Donna moved to lay against the door, her shoulder slightly making ridged movements every now again. With worried eyes, (Y/n) continued stepping forward until he was right in front of the doll maker. Being face to veil, the male had tilted his head gently, his smile still plastered sweetly onto his face. "May I take your veil up please?"

As the request left (Y/n) lips, Donna raised a hand to her veil and pressed it against her face. The sudden feeling of self-conscious had fled around her body and made a sudden noise of a sniffle come out from her. She hadn't revealed her face to anyone in a while- except Angie and her own creations. "Ma, it will be okay." Angie had floated next to her owner, whispering to her after that so (Y/n) couldn't hear what she was saying. It seemed it worked though because next thing he saw was Angie backing away with a her hands rapidly shaking happily.

Moving her hand down, Donna had pulled the black sheet up, letting her stray hairs from a bun she had stick to her face. Her pale skin had turned a cherry red on her cheek bones, her eye had steamed up with a blur and a light streak of water and sweat had trail down her face. Shyly looking away from embarrassment, Donna had focused herself on staring at the door frame, running her finger up and down the wood not caring is she would receive a splinter from it. With wide eyes in both wonder and enchantment, (Y/n) spoke out, "Lady Donna- You're-!"

"I'm hideous. This is what happened to me after the...incident." Biting her bottom lip and splitting it a small amount, she scrunched her eye up and stopped running her finger up and down the frame. Breathing deeply, she gathered the courage to stare at the other with a forced tone of happiness and curved lips "I didn't want you to leave because I thought I had everything back. I thought you would like to be a family. We acted like one and I believed that, you were the one to fix everything."

Angie looked at (Y/n) to see his reactions. Although she couldn't do that much in the very moment, all she knew was that the fate of everyone in that house, was laid in the male's hands. Using his hand to place the dolls and puppets on him onto the ground, he walked forward towards Donna and grabbed her chin gently with one hand and used the other to stroke her cheek-leaving Donna to be very flustered. "Oh Donna, hideous is no way to describe a women who laughter is the most perfect composed music to ever exist. Hideous is no way to describe a women who's hands fit perfectly with my own and create the most alluring pieces of art in my opinion."

"But!-" Her argument was cut short with a gentle kiss against her cheek. With her mouth left hanging open slightly and Angie laughing in the background, she felt sudden comfort wrap around her frame and brought her closer to them.

"And hideous is no way to describe the women who deserves a family which I am willing to hopefully be accepted in." (Y/n)'s soft whispers in her ear had left her speechless. It felt like the first time in forever she felt safe in the arms of someone. No more hiding herself away from the guilt she thought she deserved to feel. The warmth and sweet smell of flowers that came off (Y/n) had made those thoughts stop, like they were just stories from a fairy-tale. Slowly lifting her own arms up, she rested her head between the shoulder-blade and neck of her other, hugging tightly and letting tears that showed compassion and love fall from he eyes. Opening them slightly, she was met with Angie sitting back in her rocking chair and the other dolls and puppets surrounding her as she read a book to them, trying to mimic Donna when she would show the pages when reading.

It was Donna's turn to sniffle out a giggle when she watched Angie struggle with turning the page since it was so far away from her. Pulling out of the loving embrace (Y/n) was giving her, she moved her hand down to wrap around his hand and gently brought them both of them over to the chair. "Would you like me to read it Angie?" She asked watching the bride doll swell in happiness and nodding swiftly.

"Yes please mama!" She screeched out, jumping out of the chair and moving the other creations about so she could sit down on the floor with them. Donna let go of (Y/n)'s hand but once again she was left without words as he kissed her cheek again. "Ooooo~ mama and papa are kissing each otherrrr~" Angie sang out, leaving the room to be filled with other voices from the other creations. Feeling flustered and worried that them words aren't correct, she stand corrected when (Y/n) had sat down in the rocking chair and gently pulled her onto his lap. His arms once again wrapped around her as he leaned his head onto her shoulder looking at the others.

"I'm just showing my love to my wife, is that an issue children?" He said leaving the doll's to quickly quieten down, only a few whispered were left.

"Wife?" Donna muttered and she moved her eye to stare down at the other.

"That is, if you'll let me love you?" (Y/n) asked slowly. Donna smiled, a real smile and nodded.

"That's more than fine by me," She said as she felt her heart race in speed.

"Well that's good now can we hear the storyyyy?" Angie whined out, crossing her arms in a huff as she let the book lay in front of her. Donna turned to her and nodded.

"Of course you can."

Within the office room was the two new lovers. Donna was still in her mourn clothing, however pinned to the clothing where a breast pocket may of been was a flower. A daisy to be precise to signify new beginnings for her and (Y/n). Donna had leaned back against a green leather sofa facing the projector in the room. The faint noise of snoring was heard above in the more safer rooms, the snores and sounds were mostly likely coming from her creations of her handy craft.

Soon a pair of footsteps had lead in her way, only for them to stop and the sound of a sneeze coming out. Donna looked behind her to see (Y/n) walking towards her with two glasses of water. Gently giving her one from behind the sofa, (Y/n) had walked around and sat next to her, him taking a sip of water. "Say Donna," (Y/n) had started, turning to face her. "How do you feel about you coming out with me tomorrow. We don't have to go to the village so instead how about we explore? That way we both get what we want. I go outside and you don't have to worry about me leaving hm?"

Donna stayed quiet, focusing on drinking her water. She normally wasn't much of a talker but she talked so much today that she felt breathless. Bringing her glass down from her lips, she sighed.

"Maybe," she spoke out. A short laughter was heard from the other as he leaned behind himself and placed his glass on the table behind. After he gracefully wrapped an arm around Donna and brought her into a side hug which she was more than happy to accept and snuggle into.

"Don't worry my love," (Y/n) spoke out as he gave her a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger there for  while to pull away soon after with a toothy grin. "I understand my maker."

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[crispychannie]

Daisy

Bang Chan x Fem reader

Warnings : smut, fingering, oral, car sex

Word count : 8.5k

Note : I can’t write without context and buildup, so yeah. This is my v first smut in the entirety of my life, please don’t judge if it’s terrible

Summary : Reader teases Chan during her event practice which turns him on. That’s it. That’s the plot

The song Daisy by Ashnikko inspired me to write this

It was past 5 pm. You were at the university preparing for your cultural event which was in a few days and had told Chan to come pick you up.

You had just finished your group dance practice and now were just messing around in the auditorium. Your friends had decided to play random songs and each one of you, acted like you were performing a concert.

“Ahh Y/N-si, you should perform this one.” Your bestfriend said as she played a song. This song was your favourite, it just made you move your body with no control and you loved it.

The music started. Your friends cheered, while you got yourself in character for the performance.

“You don’t wanna see me bratty, pet the kitty call me catty”

you started rapping along with the lyrics, feeling each and every word of it.

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It was 5:03 pm and he know he was late to pick Y/N up. He parked in front of the university and tried to find his way to the auditorium. He found someone along the halls and asked them for direction and proceeded to walk towards the auditorium.

He could hear faint music, and someone rapping along to the song. He slightly open the door, and peeped in, a smirk appeared on his face when he saw it was you on stage and to the choice of your song. He opened the door a little bit more and slid himself inside and sat himself in the back seats. He knew if you would know he’s here, you’d either drop the act or just come running towards him. But he wanted to watch.

“I’m crazy but you like that, I bite back.”

You harmonised with the song, while looking at your friend in front of the stage.

“Screw ice, glacier with the blue eyes, I’m terrifying.”

You sang and laughed along with the song.

“She’s so into it.” “You gotta dance bro, you gotta dance.” Your friends said to you.

“Okay okay.” You said.

“I’m no Cinderella but I like the shoes, big glass platforms, bitch I’m choosy”

You rapped as you walked along the stage, till the other side of it, you looked towards the door thinking about how Chan was supposed to come pick you up, when you see a distant figure resting their arms on the seat in their front, looking at you. A smile crept onto your face as you recognised that figure as Chan’s.

“I’m no prey but I am pursued”

You looked at him as you walked to the center of the stage. The fact that you knew he was there, eyes fixated on you, gave you a sudden boost of confidence.

“Bow down and kiss on my ring”

you sang along as you did hand gestures matching the lyrics.

“I’m crazy but you like that, I bite back.”

You sang as you formed a claw with your hand to match with the lyrics. You looked over at Chan, he had moved a few seats closer.

“Daisies on your night stand, never forget it.”

Your hand made its way to your neck, as you looked down and looked up with a smirk.

“I blossom in the moonlight.”

You said as you moved your hand from your neck, to your chest, caressing your breast, to your hips earning cheers from your friends. Making sure Chan would feast his eyes.

The hook was twice and in the second part, you walked up to your girl bestfriend, pulling her real close, and softly grinding on her, your hips barely touching but you knew that was enough.

You couldn’t see his expression in the dark but you knew he was licking his lips.

“La la la, la la la, la la la, I’m terrifying”

you then began to do the dance break step of dance racha from their song wow (yk the one with the body rolls and finger snaps).

“Whohooo!!” Your friends cheered and clapped as you bowed and giggled all shy and said thank you. Chan walked towards the stage clapping, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Shall we head home?” He asked with a devilish smile.

“Ah. Sure.” You said and bid your goodbyes.

The walk to the car was off topic, nothing related to what he saw back there. But once you sat in the car, and the drive had started, he said -

“That was quite a performance you put up there for everyone.”

“Did you not like it? It was for you.” You said as you innocently bat your eyes at him.

“If it was for me, it should’ve been in the bedroom, not on the stage with other boys drooling over you moving your hips like that” he said as he moved his hand to your thigh, tightly grasping it.

“Someone’s jealous.” You passed a remark. Chan then pulled over in an empty parking lot.

“I thought this could wait till we get home, but I guess not.” He said as he removed his and your seatbelt and jumped over to the backseat.

“Are you serious?” You raised an eyebrow. He pulled you by your hand into his lap with your legs on either side of him.

He kissed you softly at first, but he got hungrier as he deepened the kiss. His hands made way to your ass, squeezing it. He bit your lower lip and sucked on it, turning it into a shade of purple. With his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you closer, and slid his tongue inside, he parted his lips so now you were sucking on his tongue, he let out a soft groan before he started kissing your neck.

His lips travelled from sucking your neck, marking you harshly, to your ear, where he nibbled on your earlobe and giving you a fuzzy feeling in your tummy. He went back to marking you along your neck and collarbone as his hands found their way to your chest. Finding your bra inconvenient, he unclipped it and removed it from underneath your tee. His lips making their way back to yours, he massaged your breasts slowly, palming your nipples to make them erect. He takes your shirt off and pulls your bare body close before resuming to massage your breasts. He then dug his face between your breasts and pressed them before taking one of them in his mouth. He nibs at your nipple at first, giving it tiny licks and takes it in, sucking and biting on it, while his other hand roughly presses your other breast.

A groan escapes your lips. He switched from one side to the other while doing the same. You bit your lip trying to keep it in, but God it felt amazing. He moves his hands back to pressing your breasts while he made eye contact with you. His pupils dilated and filled with hunger and hair a mess.

He slithered his arm around your waist and laid you down on the seat, while slipping his shirt off as he hovered over you, not breaking eye contact. He then started leaving kisses starting from your lips, neck, chest, stomach and stopped above the button of your jeans. He looked at you as he sat between your legs, and waited before he unbuttoned your jeans as you gave him a nod. He threw your jeans in the front.

“My baby’s already wet for me.” He said as he gave kitten licks on the fabric of your panties. You locked your fingers in his hair as the heat between your legs grew.

“Chan...please...” you said, sounding desperate.

“Please what, babygirl?” He asked as he ran his finger in circles over the fabric.

“Make me cum..” you begged.

“You think I’m gonna let you off so easily after that stunt you’ve pulled?” He pushes your panties to the side and stroked your folds with his tongue.

“And what did I tell you? Who am I?”

“Chris.. please...” you moaned as the fire inside you grew, desperately wanting him inside of you.

“Will you behave then angel?” He asked as he rubbed his thumb at the end of your clit.

“Yes..” you breathe out.

“Yes what?” He said as he stopped stimulating you.

“Yes Chris, I’ll behave.”

“Good girl.” He said as he ripped away your panties and pressed his lips to your core, licking and sucking before ramming his tongue inside making you squirm in his mouth. He continued eating you out while he rubbed the upper part of your core with his thumb making you arch your back into his mouth. He held your hips down with one hand as he parted his lips from your clit, while having a string of your juices connected to his lips. He then licked his lips and moved up to kiss you. You could taste your juices in his mouth, he then brought his hand between the both of and between your legs and started rubbing your wet core, making you moan in his mouth.

“Chris...” is all you could say before he inserted his fingers inside of you, hitting every spot perfectly, moaning in his ear while he left hickeys on your neck and collar bone. You soon reached your high and you could feel a knot in your stomach.

“Chris... I need to cum...��� you said between pants.

“Cum for me angel.” He whispered in your ear as he placed his mouth at your core, his hands holding your things on his shoulders, swallowing and licking every drop of your juice. Your grip in his hair loosened as you breathed heavily.

“We should do this again.” You said with your eyes half closed.

“Oh, should we?” He said as he kissed your lips giving you a taste of yourself.

“Let’s go home so we can finish this.” You said. He smirked at your words and helped you dress up.

“Let’s go.”