#and yeah I think I need to tell him that for us to start coming to an understanding

[xxirena]

0.7k, 18+ content ; afab!reader, hard fucking, hitting from the back/doggystyle, so many iterations of ‘fuck’, hints of dumbification, extreme dirty talk, one (1) use of slut, ‘good girl’, lots of ‘baby’s’, d/s dynamics, possessiveness, brat-taming(ish), just filth because your girl is OVULATING.

schlup. schlip. slap. schlurp—

it’s hot, it’s heavy, it’s messy, it’s desperate, it’s angry, it’s animalistic — it’s everything you ever fucking needed.

face smooshed into the mattress, ass up in the air, cheeks wet with tears, lips swollen and sore, skin raw and red from the tantalizing abuse inflicted upon it — and, finally, your achy cunt filled with the best fucking cock you’ve ever had the privilege of taking.

“such a fuckin’ slut, baby. look at you, so desperate and wet. ‘s’this what you needed, hm? just needed a good fuckin’ pounding?” his words are spat with aroused venom, anger from your previous antics still lingering beneath his skin.

between a mouthful of silk sheets and a brain fucked to jelly, you quite literally can’t respond — but you don’t need to. your cunt talks plenty, the wet slurps and squelches telling him everything he needs to know.

“yeah, you did. were bein’ such a fuckin’ brat all day — god, my babygirl jus’ wanted my dick, didn’t she?”

the mixture of degradation and adoration gives your fucked-out brain the most pleasant case of whiplash — he’s always been so good at saying the things that had your cunt clenching over him like a vice. you can faintly hear him hiss when your walls do just that in response to his statement.

and god, the whine you release only spurs him to handle you rougher, the hand tangled in your hair and the one gripping your waist both tightening as he uses the leverage to pull your sloppy cunt back onto his cock, the blunt head slamming into your cervix and pulling a yelp from your lips.

“jus’ don’t know how to fuckin’ ask, oh no. gotta piss me off instead. gotta piss me off so i fuck this pussy the way you really want, yeah? so i can put you in your fuckin’ place?”

your tongue seems to have a mind of its own when it lolls out past your lips, drool slipping down your chin and wetting your skin and the sheets.

your pussy aches, stuffed so full and fucked right into overstimulation, but it feels so fucking good — your head is empty, ravaged only by the sheer dominance he’s asserting over you. you can’t fucking think at all, can only sit there and take his cock over and over, like a limp doll built solely for him to fuck.

“are y’gonna answer me? or do i need to stop so you can actually fuckin’ think, doll?”

his hips slow, coming to a near complete stop and shooting pure misery up your spine. your fingers grapple against the bed and suddenly your hips have feeling in them again — you rock them back, desperate to feel the slide of his thick cock against your wet tender walls.

but he stops you! ugh, fuck him and his strength, fuck his attitude, fuck his glorious, mind-numbing, addicting fucking cock —

“you just have to use your words, baby. tell me; tell me how you want me to fuck you and i promise i’ll do it.” he soothes, as if he can hear your thoughts, or feel your desperate irritation crackling in the air. “c’mon, i know y’can do it.”

you whimper low and swallow hard; your brain feels scrambled, overrun by the desperation, horniness, and neediness in your body — that’s why you’re actually surprised when you manage to eek out a halfway coherent sentence.

“f-fuck me hard, please, hah — god, please, need it hard!”

a low, almost cavernous growl slips past his lips and his hand retreats from your hair; it’s placed around your other hip, and anticipation assaults your belly when he adjusts himself behind you slightly. fuck, you needed it so goddamn bad—

“that’s a good fuckin’ girl.” he croons, hips slapping into yours when he starts to fuck into your cunt with brutal thrusts. they jolt your entire body, steal your breath, and fuck, if he keeps going like this you’re going to cum all over the place —

“now fuckin’ take this dick,” he starts, fingers digging into your skin and pulling you back to fuck his cock in time with his thrusts. “and don’t go beggin’ me t’stop later — i won’t until i’ve fucked every last thought out of your pretty fuckin’ head… until all you can think about is how good my cock makes your little pussy feel.”

so i rewatched haikyuu recently and uh.. suna gripped my pussy again (i wrote this with him in mind but wanted to make it inclusive to other characters/fandoms because they’re all hot hello). thank you for reading!! <3

[fireinmoonshot]

once in a blue moon | robert reynolds x reader

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MARVEL'S THUNDERBOLTS*.

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x Reader Summary: When you come down with a cold, Bob doesn't hesitate to look after you – even if he has no idea what he's doing. Warnings: Reader is sick, mentions of a cold and a fever, mentions of painkillers and Bob's previous drug use. Word Count: 2.1k A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who sent in this request. I love this idea so much and I had so much fun planning it out and writing it. I haven't written for Bob in about a week so I have missed writing for him so much. I'm definitely going to try and write for him more often and I'll be working on more of the requests I have already in my inbox! 💗

“I think,” Alexei starts, eyeing you from across the room as you sniff for the hundredth time in a minute, “that being an Avenger should make you immune to colds.”

Yelena, sitting beside you – though far enough away that she considers herself safe from you infecting her, frowns at her father. “It’s not like us being given the title of New Avengers suddenly makes us some new breed of human.”

“I never said that, but now that you mention it–”

“Yeah, we heard what you said,” Walker huffs, cutting Alexei off before he begins on some kind of tangent that none of you want to listen to.

Bob appears in the doorway of the room, arms crossed over his chest. He furrows his eyebrows as he looks around at everyone, completely lost in the conversation. “Who has a cold?”

He watches as everyone in the room – Alexei, Yelena, Ava and John – point at you. Bucky has been spending time at his own apartment, citing the fact that he’s sick of how loud it always is at the Watch Tower. Bob can understand that. He spends half his time locked away in his own room for a bit of peace and quiet. 

“Okay, I do not have a cold,” you sigh, shaking your head. “It’s just a stuffy nose. I get like this every winter. Doesn’t everyone? I’m fine, so will you all stop treating me like I’m sick?”

You push yourself up from the couch, deciding to excuse yourself from the room and go and find a box of tissues. Your sniffing is starting to annoy you, just like it’s clearly annoying everyone else in the room too.

Bob frowns as he watches you stand up, go to take a step and then stumble. He recognises it for what it is instantly �� you’re dizzy. You’d stood up a little too quickly, eager to get away from everyone nagging you, and whatever sickness was plaguing you decided to fight back, making your head spin.

He’s across the room in the blink of an eye, reaching for you just as you start to fall. You were heading right for the glass coffee table and he’s never been more glad to have use of super-speed – in moderation, of course. His powers still aren’t entirely under his control.

You grip onto his arm for a little bit of extra stability as you realise you’re not falling – thanks to Bob. You’re sure that the surprise is evident on your face as you look up at him, the room still slightly spinning around you. 

“That was impressive, Bobby,” Walker says, looking at Bob with his eyebrows raised.

“Thanks Walker,” Bob mutters, tightening his grip on your waist. “I think you need some rest,” he continues, speaking softly to you. “Let me help you to your room?”

It’s a question rather than a statement – Bob wouldn’t want to do anything against your will, even if you are clearly sick and dizzy. He knows you can be stubborn at times but it doesn’t stop the worry from seeping inside of him. He’s never seen you like this before. You’re always strong, never weak. He knows that you’re not feeling like yourself when you nod back at him, accepting his help.

He wastes no time in starting to walk with you towards your bedroom, taking it slowly so you don’t get dizzy again. You can feel the eyes of everyone else on you both as you leave. You can already hear the interrogation you’ll get from Yelena and Ava once you’re better, as if you have anything to tell them.

Bob is always sweet with you, but you’re polar opposites. You’re much more stubborn than him, you can be much louder than him, you probably get on his nerves more often than not. But for some reason, you rather like the idea of him taking care of you.

Once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open. He takes two steps inside, an arm still around your waist, before he frowns. “What the hell?” He murmurs. “Why is it so cold in here? Do you not have the heating on?”

“I couldn’t figure out how to turn it on,” you admit, squeezing your eyes shut and tightening your grip on the back of Bob’s shirt as a fresh wave of dizziness falls over you. “There are so many buttons in this place and none of them are labelled.

Bob sighs and looks down at you. You’re so insanely smart and yet you couldn’t figure out how to turn the heating on? And you’d never asked for help – even in the dead of winter when the Watch Tower was freezing? 

“You could’ve asked me,” he hums, voice so quiet that you almost can’t hear him. “I’ll show you once you’re better. But next time, just ask. Please.”

You smile a little at that. It’s one of the things that you like the most about Bob – his caring nature, despite everything he’s been through in life. It’s the kind of thing that draws you and everyone else towards him.

“I’d like that.”

He gives you a small smile and a nod before continuing. “Okay, change of plan, then,” he decides. “It’ll take too long for your room to warm up. You’re can stay in mine.”

Bob doesn’t give you a chance to try and convince him otherwise. He turns around instantly, bringing you with him as you leave your bedroom. His room isn’t too far away from yours, just a few doors up the hallway. You’re glad to still be holding onto him as you walk towards it. Your head is still spinning, vision a little blurry, and the fact that you couldn’t feel how cold your bedroom apparently was tells you that you think you might be coming down with a fever.

“It’s just in here,” Bob mutters as he pushes open the door to his own bedroom. He smiles as he feels how warm the room is, glad he’d left his heating on when he’d left it this morning. He kicks the door shut behind him and walks with you over to the bed, sitting you down on it and pulling the covers back. If he’d known this was going to happen, he would’ve at least washed the sheets for you. He hopes you won’t mind.

He carefully helps you lay down, adjusting the pillow behind your head, and does his best to try and tuck you in. He’s never been particularly good when it comes to things like this. As a child, he’d never learnt those things from his parents. He tries his best to comfort people when they need it, but he never considers himself very good at it.

It’s once you’re laying in his bed, tucked in, that he realises he doesn’t know what to do next. “Uh… I don’t really know what to do to help you now,” he admits sheepishly. He’d gotten you here and tucked you in, but other than that he was drawing a blank.

“It’s okay,” you insist. “I’m good at taking care of myself.” You reach up a hand and place it onto your forehead, trying to see if your suspicion of having a fever is correct. You’re not surprised when you remove your hand and find it a little wet from sweat. “I think I’m coming down with a fever though… I guess I really am sick.”

Bob’s eyes widen. A fever? He has no idea how to treat a fever. He reaches for his bedside table, opens the drawer and pulls out his phone. He has one but he doesn’t like to use it very often. He finds that being on it, especially on social media and reading about the incident he’d created a while back, doesn’t often help when it comes to dealing with the side of him that had created the Void. He sits down on the edge of his bed and unlocks it.

“What are you doing?” You ask, watching him as he types something.

“I’m doing a Google,” he explains.

How to help someone that has a cold, his Google search says.

You watch him as he alternates between scrolling and typing, assuming he’s making some kind of list on his phone of how to help you. You’re smiling without even realising it, thinking about how sweet he is to be doing all of this for you without you even having to ask him to. He’s doing it all just because he wants to.

“What did you come up with, Doctor Reynolds?” You ask after a few minutes.

He looks up from his phone, a small smile on his lips at the nickname. “Google says that warm liquids, like soup or warm water with lemon, are good for you. It also says that putting a wet cloth on your forehead could help the fever. There were a few websites that mentioned painkillers, too… might have to enlist the help of the others for those. I don’t think that they’ll let me near them… for good reason, I guess.” His track record when it comes to drugs is not very good. 

“Did you make a list? How many websites did you check?” 

Bob looks down at his phone again. “Uh, all twelve on the first page.” He turns his phone around to show you the list he’s written on the notes app. It’s full to the brim of things that he’s found to try and help you get over your cold.

The simple fact that he’d gone to such an effort to find a way to take care of you when he didn’t know how makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside – and you’re certain it’s not because of the fever that you feel this way. 

“You know that you don’t have to, right, Bob?” You mutter. “I can look after myself.”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean that you should have to,” he shrugs. 

You reach a hand out of the blankets and rest it on his knee – the only part of him that you can reach without stretching your arm too far. “Aren’t you meant to be training with John and Ava today, though?”

Bob nods, but he’s unbothered. He’s not going to leave you when you’re sick just to go and do some training. Training is something he can do whenever, but helping you when you don’t feel well only happens once in a blue moon. He’s not going to waste time by leaving you to fend for yourself, especially when you have a fever. Deep down, he knows that this is the right thing for him to be doing today. If he left you to go and train, he knows that he’d just spend the entire time being guilty and irritable.

He reaches out a hand and places it on your forehead, wincing a little as he feels how warm you are. “Training can wait,” he says, removing his hand. “I’m going to go and ask Yelena if she can order some soup for you online and I’ll get you a wet cloth for your forehead. I’ll try and see if I can manage to get them to get me some painkillers for you, too.” 

“You won’t be gone too long, will you?” You say, unable to stop the words before they come from your mouth. Apparently it’s not only your body that’s being weak and betraying you today, but your mind as well. 

Bob can’t help the small smile that comes to his face. “Not long,” he promises. “You should try and get some sleep while I’m gone. All of the websites on Google said that sleep and rest are the most important things above anything else.”

You’re glad that Bob hasn’t lingered too much on your slip up. You’re even more glad that no one else was around to hear it – it was definitely the kind of thing that would end up with you being teased by every other member of the team if they’d overheard it.

“I’ll try and sleep,” you tell him, meaning every word. 

“Good,” Bob hums, placing his hand on top of yours, still resting on his knee, and giving it a squeeze. He may not be the best doctor, or any kind of doctor at all, but until you’re better, looking after you comes before anything else. After all, being able to sit by your side like this and have you willingly let him take care of you isn’t something he’s going to take for granted. He’s sure that soon enough, you will be back to your usual stubborn, loud self. But even then, he doesn’t plan to stray too far from your side.

[pitchsidestories]

Strawberry kisses II Steph Catley x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1060

summary: a soft morning with Steph Catley. requested

author's note: There’s nothing much to say, except that we hope you enjoy it. 🤍🤍

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

The past few days have been so emotional and overwhelming. Today marked the first free day after the whirlwind of winning the Champions League, so that was why you were still in bed, as the late morning sun had already touched Steph and your face.

Slowly you opened your eyes and turned to glance at your sleepy girlfriend who looked incredibly soft in the golden light.

"Morning.", you mumbled.

Her voice was still raspy from sleep as she pulled you closer to her, burying her face in the crook of your neck.

"Don't move yet, stay like this."

"But…okay, fine.", you sighed as you couldn't resist her.

Amused, Steph reminded you:" It's a free day, love, we don't need to be anywhere."

"I know.", you smiled at her, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

You both glanced at Cal, the dog, who despite his smaller size somehow managed to take up the most space in the bed.

The Australian noted smirking: "And Cal's Walk still got time too."

"Yes, I can tell. He snuck into our bed again.", you groaned quietly. Even though you pretended to be annoyed by him you were always the first who say you missed him when both of you were away.

"Thanks.", Steph mumbled, her hand gently tracing your arm.

You reached for your phone and put on your favourite playlist. Soft tunes filled the room, making the morning feel even more peaceful. 

While your girlfriend and you were cuddling, you replied: "But only a few more minutes. I want my coffee."

Even on a soft, lazy morning like today, the craving for a hot cup was still there.

"Coffee sounds great right now.", your girlfriend admitted. Quickly followed by a light laugh from her lips:" God, we're such coffee addicts, right?"

"I think we're fine. Who can say no to it?", you reassured her.

The Brunette answered grinning: "Leah."

"That doesn't count, she has no taste when it comes to food.", you countered.

"Accurate.", she nodded.

Smugly, you remarked: "But we do."

"Would you..?", Steph began in a hopeful tone.

Seeing her beautiful brown eyes blink at you in the most heartwarming way, you started to stretch before leaving the warm bed. “Yes, I’m making coffee for us now.”

“Love you.”, the defender stated, throwing you a playful kiss.

Turning around midway to the kitchen and the coffee machine, you teased: “How much?”

“Depends on how good the coffee is.”, Steph responded playfully, patting Calvin softly, who quickly took your place, closing his eyes and clearly enjoying the petting he received.

You focused back on pouring the steamed milk into her coffee, adding a final flourish to finish the design.

“My latte art worked!”, you announced, delighted.

Steph looked up in surprise: “You even made latte art?”

Grinning, you handed her the mug, careful not to ruin your masterpiece: “I did.”

“It’s a little heart.”, Steph noticed, her eyes lighting up.

“Yes, I…”, you started, about to explain how much you’d practiced when a sudden thud on your kitchen window cut you off.

You both frowned at each other until another stone hit the glass.

You walked over and opened the window to see Beth standing there, reaching for another stone.

“Bethany Jane!”, you called down.

The midfielder flinched, then grinned up at you: “Woah, full name today?”

“You could have broken the window!”, you scolded her playfully.

She rolled her eyes, unimpressed: “With those little pebbles? No way.”

“So are you coming down now or what?”, Vivianne called up from beside her, where she stood with Myle’s leash in hand.

“Yeah, we don’t have all day!”, Beth added.

You turned to Steph with a shrug but your girlfriend was already in the middle of pouring her coffee into a to-go cup and reaching Calvins leash.

Only when you went downstairs, you realised that the other couple was waiting with a picnic basket in hand.

Stephs eyes widened: “Are those…?”

“Strawberries? And other stuff? Yes.”, Vivianne smiled.

“Strawberries?”, you echoed, your voice filled with delight.

“We’re coming.”, Steph laughed, taking a sip from her cup.

“Come on, Calv.”, you said the dog eagerly fell in step with you.

“He’s excited too.”, Steph laughed, nodding at Calvins wagging tail as you trailed after Beth and Vivianne.

“Are we having breakfast in the park?”, you asked innocently, once you recognised the route.

Vivianne nodded: “That was the plan.”

In fact, that had not been the plan for this morning but feeling the rare sunshine on your face and seeing the bright red strawberries in the basket, made you reconsider.

“Love it.”, Steph said with a grin.

“Knew you would.”, Beth laughed as you reached the park.

Vivianne got to work, spreading out a huge picnic blanket while you let Calvin off his leash. He immediately bounded after Myle.

“The dogs love it too.”, you laughed, watching them chase each other with wagging tails.

“Yeah, you two will get some strawberries as treats too.”, Beth cooed at the dogs, crouching down with a strawberry in each hand.

“Thank you.”, you mouthed.

Amused, Beth lifted an eyebrow: “Did you thank me on Calvin’s behalf?”

“Yes.”, you admitted, chuckling.

The blonde’s smirk deepened: “Cute.”

Steph closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the moment, and leant her head against your shoulder. “What a great morning,” she hummed.

You had to agree with her. This scene was something straight out of the poem The Summer Day by Mary Oliver. In your mind, you reminisced the beautiful line: what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

The simple but powerful answer was right in front of you: to enjoy the joys of life and to fully live it. You saw that Vivianne had captured you all  including the dogs with her camera.

Happily, Beth remarked as she looked around:“ We also found the perfect place.”

“We did.”, you said.

The green leaves of the tree rustled gently above you, and the blanket the four of you were sharing was surrounded by colourful wildflowers.

Thoughtfully, you glanced at the beauty you had found here, realising quietly: “Forget for a moment that this is the whole point.”

“But it is.”, your girlfriend answered before kissing you, her lips still tasting of the strawberries.

Strawberry kisses in London on a late morning that already felt like a summer’s day.

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[jjonqseob]

he's drunk... and needy

pairing: needy!san & f!reader

summary: san got drunk, and he needs you... badly.

genre: smut

tws: established relationship, mention of alcohol use, cursing, drunk and needy san, drunken sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple and clit playing, headlock (it's san we're talking about), a bit of grinding, nicknames (sannie, princess, love, baby, darling), cockwarming (just a bit at the end tho).

author's note: this idea crossed my mind, and i couldn't help myself... i NEEDED to write this. i would appreciate it if you reblogged this to have more support... and stuff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT¡¡ (if there are any mistakes, ignore them... i wrote this half asleep)

after a long week, the members decide to go out to hang out and have fun. originally, san didn't want to go; he wanted to stay at home with you, cuddling, kissing your pretty face, watching a movie, just being with you. but you almost kicked him out, telling him he should just have fun and enjoy himself with his friends.

it was already late, almost eleven at night. you were lying in bed. you'd waited for your boyfriend for several hours, thinking he'd come back earlier, but you'd already given up. but the noise from the front door had only just robbed you of your sleep.

you managed to hear what sounded like keys falling to the floor, and then you managed to recognize san's voice, who had cursed under his breath.

you uncovered yourself, sitting on the bed, then left the room and found your boyfriend standing in the hall, trying to take off his jacket while leaning against the wall. you couldn't help but giggle at the sight, which made san raise his head, smiling as soon as he saw you.

“princess... did i wake you up? 'm sorry...” you noticed how it was slightly diffucult for him to speak, also noticing the blush that spread across his cheeks, reaching his ears.

he was drunk.

“it's okay, sannie. i was just going to sleep.” you replied as you approached him, and you confirmed that he was drunk, the strong smell of alcohol went straight into your nasal passages. “had fun tonight?” you asked as you watched san struggle to take off his shoes. “need some help with that?”

san pouted when he heard how you chuckled at his current state. “i had fun, yeah... and i don't need help, i can do it myself.” he answered as he braced one of his hands against the wall, finally managing to take off his shoes with his free hand. then, he staggered towards you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hugged you around the waist. “missed you though... so fuckin' much...” feeling his lips brush against your skin as he spoke sent shivers down your spine, but you quickly brush it off.

“i missed you too. come here, let's go to bed.” you said with a smile as your hand gently patted his back, but when you tried to pull away from him, his grip became slightly stronger.

“don't wanna go... wanna stay here with you.” he murmured while his tongue shamelessly traced your collarbone, making you squirm. “you smell so good, princess... and you're so, so pretty.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to appear disinterested, but his touch, his closeness, just him was starting to get to you.

“you can barely stand, let's just go to bed.” you kept saying as one of your hands cupped his chin, pulling him away from you, his tired eyes met yours.

“wanna kiss you so bad...” san murmured, smiling tiredly while his eyes scanned your face until they reached your lips.

“you'll be able to kiss me tomorrow, when you're sober, dummy.” you only got a whine from your boyfriend, who just pressed his body against yours.

“don't call me that.” he whined as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, and you clearly smelled the alcohol on his breath, it was so strange to see him like that, so needy... and you were starting to like it.

“we'll do this, i'll give you a peck, but only if we're gonna go to bed.” you proposed, but he just pouted. and god, you just wanted to kiss those pouty lips of his, but you couldn't.

“but i don't want a damn peck! i wanna kiss you... wanna leave you breathless, princess... please.” san pleaded, looking into your eyes while one of his hands went to the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him, your lips were touching, but not kissing. yet.

san gently tilted your head, giving you a small kiss, and then kissed you the way he wanted, his lips moving against yours in a clumsy, but tender way. the taste of alcohol on his lips was quite strong, but you didn't move away.

you simply couldn't resist your boyfriend, and besides, it's just a kiss.

so instead of pulling away, you kissed him back, your lips moving against his, finding the perfect rhythm to kiss him.

you were the one who broke the kiss, panting lightly, and meeting san's gaze, and a smile drawn on his lips, highlighting his dimples.

"see? you wanted it too." he spoke, his voice was slightly hoarser, and he seemed to not want to let you go at all.

"yeah, yeah, whatever you say. now let's go to bed." you replied, sighing as you led him to his room, and this time he didn't resist, instead, he just clung to you.

"you want me just for yourself, mhn? my princess' so naughty~" san chuckled as his face burried into your chest, inhaling your scent.

miraculously, you managed to get him to sit on the edge of the bed, watching as he wobble slightly, trying to stay upright.

“you look very pretty today... have i told you that?” he kept complimenting you, while you, on your side, tried took off his shirt. “someone's eager, huh?”

you just rolled your eyes as he lifted his arms, helping you undress him, his eyes never leaving you.

“want me to take my pants off too?” he asked before a hiccup escaped his mouth, he was so cute.

“yeah, but be careful. i'm going to get your pjs." and before you could turn around to go to the closet, one of his hands grabbed your wrist, making you stop.

“i love you, you know that, right?” san asked you, you just smiled while nodding, and he let go of your wrist. he was such a big softly!

after a few minutes, both of you were lying in bed, san was clinging to you tightly, hugging you from behind with his face hidden in your neck.

and you... you couldn't sleep, how could you while your cute, drunk boyfriend was rubbing his boner against your ass?

"princess... can't sleep... i need you..." he'd been like this ever since you slept together, and you were trying to ignore him, you were really trying, but he was making it so hard. "please stop ignoring me! i know you're awake." he whined, his lips brushing against your ear while his hands gripped your waist, grinding his hardness against your ass, desperate for friction.

"stop it..." you finally spoke, while you bit your lower lip, trying not to give in. "you're drunk, love. we can't do anything."

“why? i wouldn't do anything i wouldn't be sober... and i need you.” san kept protesting as one of his hands slid under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts and giving it a light squeeze, finally drawing a moan from you, which made him smile widely. “plus, i know you want it too... just look at how you're squeezing your thighs.” he whispered as he gently nipped the sensitive skin of your neck. “you must be soaking, princess. let me take care of you, pretty please?”

“we, fuck–”

“mhn? i prefer the term 'make love', but i think that one is okay too.” you couldn't even tell if he was teasing you or if he was serious. not when his large, cold hands started roaming over your body, one of his hands slid under your shirt, massaging one of your breasts, then pinching your nipple, feeling it harden due to his touch. “my pretty princess... all mine...” he murmured against your skin as his other hand went down, going under your shorts, and starting to massage your clit over the thin fabric of your wet panties. “so damn wet already.” he teased while his hand left your breast, taking your chin, and kissing you sloppily and desperately, while his fingers kept teasing your poor clit.

“stop teasing me... please.” you almost whined before feeling how his tongue invaded your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours, and you couldn't help but moan, he swallowed every sound that came out from your lips as he kept kissing you eagerly, and as his fingers left your clit, which made you whine in response, but a small gasp left your lips when he pulled your shorts down, along with your panties, tossing them... somewhere. you heard and almost felt him pull down his own pants, followed by his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room –probably where your clothes were as well,– his hard cock springing free, leaking precum at the tip. you moaned when he brushed his tip between your ass cheeks, making you shiver.

“gonna worship every inch of your beautiful body, princess.” he took the base of his cock, aligning himself to fuck your wet pussy, then thrust into you in a dry, raw, abrupt movement, and without any warning. he groaned as your walls squeezed his length, which caused his hands to grip your hips tightly, surely leaving marks that would be noticeable tomorrow. “so fuckin' tight–” san murmured as his hips began to move mercilessly against you, fucking you as if his life depended on it, as if it were the last time he would ever see you. one of your hand gripped his forearm, digging your nails into his skin, holding him there as he continued to fuck you desperately.

while the noises you made were whimpers, moans, almost begs for him not to stop, san was almost growling.

he was never like this, seriously, never. when you two 'made love,' he was the most loving person in the world. he held your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, he kissed you tenderly, always putting your pleasure above his, and not cumming until you cummed first.

but today, he was being a completely different person, his words were still... tender, but his actions were desperate, sloppy, almost wild. he was fucking you.

“my princess, my baby, my love, my darling... always so perfect.” he murmured, his words almost worshipful, his hips continuing their ministrations, his pace never changed, or slowed, he remained stable –surprisingly given his current state, but hey! he needed you,– his head leaning forward, his mouth hovering over your ear, which he licked, before taking one of your legs, lifting it while holding it tightly, managing to fuck you deeper, hitting your cervix with each thrust.

you didn't even know where to hold on anymore, it's not like you were going to fall out of bed... or maybe you were, you didn't know, you had never seen this side of your tender and cute boyfriend... but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying it. you were so close. the new position was starting to drive you crazy.

“princess, you're– you're too tight.” san whined as his grip on your hips became stronger. “means you're close, doesn't it? gonna cum all over my cock?” he murmured as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, sucking at your skin, leaving a red mark on your skin.

it seemed like he was determined to mark you.

and at his question, you just managed to let out a breathless 'yes', you were completely helpless.

but what pushed you over the edge was your boyfriend's skillful fingers starting to play quickly and sloppily with your clit again, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

and you came, all over his cock just as he said.

normally, san would have stopped, given you some time to recover, and then you would help him cum too.

but today it wasn't going to be like that, it seemed that your orgasm gave him even more energy, because he didn't stop his movements, not at all, in fact, on the contrary, he fucked you more roughly, harder. it was almost animalistical, overstimulating you, and your poor pussy.

and the worst part is that his fingers kept playing with your clit. which made you clunch his cock, and consequently, getting a strong spank on the ass, making you whimper loudly before san's free arm wrapped around your neck, putting you in a headlock, holding you tightly to keep you in place, but not enough to hurt you. you were in heaven.

your legs were shaking from overstimulation, your hands went to his arm, digging your nails in hard as he continued to hold you tightly. and another orgasm was threatening to come. you had never felt like this before, and you had never cum so quickly for the second time, but this time, you both came at the same time.

a breathless “princess–” was the only thing that you heard before his cum filled your insides completely, and your walls squeezing his cock only caused him to sink deeper inside you as the last spurts of cum painted your insides white.

the room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing, their bodies drenched in sweat, and san's grip finally loosened, hugging you by the waist, and hiding his face into your hair, inhaling your familiar and sweet scent.

“now we can sleep.” his words made you let out a small, and weak chuckle.

“you're still inside me.” you managed to murmur.

“but i'm cold...”

[bard-doe]

I'm gonna be legit right now. I have no clue what the tf-141 would be like in bed. Not because I can't come up with anything, but because it fully depends on you. They just wouldn't do anything you dislike.

I think that Simon would be hella carefully with you. He wouldn't be too rough and wouldn't call you names (let's all remember his trauma, yeah?). Would absolutely tease, though. But if you asked him to be rough? Be fucking ready. Still don't think he would degrade you, doesn't sit right with him.

I think Kyle would be a gentleman. Your pleasure will always be more important than his. That's why you are going to cum 8 times or so. Totally into overstimulation and a combo of teasing and sweet talking. Aw, are you tired? Yeah, poor baby. It's okay, you don't have to do anything, just relax and cum once more. But would totally stop and apologize if you were getting overwhelmed and started crying. (no, I'm not projecting)

I see John as a gentle dom. But sometimes his breeding kink can get over the top and you are getting fucked on every surface of the house. Also, PLEASE HEAR ME, he loves cockwarming. It doesn't even have to be sexual! Just sit on his lap while he does some paperwork, his soft dick enveloped in your warmth. If you suddenly tell him that you are tired of feeling his cum inside, that it makes you icky? Should have told him sooner, sugar. He's either using condoms or finishing on you until you let him breed you again.

And last but not least, Johnny.

...

...What? This man tried everything at least twice. For good measure. I can tell you that he has insane stamina, loves going down on you sloppily and fucking you and himself into overstimulation. He just can't stop. Bites and licks, growls and coos and whines. But the second you tell him to stop he immediately pulls out and checks on you. After you are 100% calm and comfy, he will carefully ask if he can use your thighs or something. What? He needs to get the boner down.

[fairestwriting]

Ruggie, Jade, and Sebek with a Reader that's reeeeeeeeally interested in how beastmen, mer folk, and faes work! Constantly asking them questions, following them around, working up the courage to ask whether they could touch their more non-human parts...

𐙚 Ruggie Bucchi

He’s a little bit flustered, honestly. Ruggie has never really gotten treated like he’s so… unique? He can’t quite word it at first. It’s just that hyena beastmen are so common back home, and then he went to NRC, where beastmen in general aren’t rare either. He’s answered a curious human friend’s question here and there, yeah, but they’re usually not… that excited over any small answer.

Soon enough, he starts to have fun with it, not taking it too seriously. ”What, are you surprised I don’t eat raw meat for lunch?” He’ll ask you when he catches you watching him during lunchtime, smirking. Ruggie thinks your fascination is funny. He wonders what kind of place you might come from, he’s really never seen someone be so surprised over a hyena beastman like him. He’ll need to ask you about it sometime.

Freezes up a little if you ask to touch his ears or tail. On a second thought, he should’ve seen that coming, considering how fascinated he seems to be to you… but it still surprises him anyway. Do you even know how that could sound, depending on the context? He just assumes you don’t.

Ruggie will let you touch his ears, though. He just doesn’t see a reason to make it a big deal, you might be an oddball, sure, but you don’t seem like you have any bad intentions. “��You’re lucky I’m so nice, y’know. Some guys wouldn’t take that too well.” He tells you through a slightly awkward chuckle. His ears get twitchy under your touch, and he subconsciously leans into it, just a little bit. You’re definitely an interesting person yourself, that’s for sure…

𐙚 Jade Leech

Feels a sort of endeared amusement similar to Ruggie’s, but without the surprise element. He’s heard his fair share of questions, despite his difference in species presenting less overtly than your typical beastman… Partially just because Floyd used to bite people last year, though. But if you didn’t hear about that already, there’s no need for him to tell you.

When you ask him questions, he’ll answer very clearly, coming off quite friendly. Your directness is a change of pace that he welcomes. Plus he can’t help but find it funny that this look of awe never quite leaves your eyes, even when he thinks his answer might not be that interesting.

…But if you come up to him and mention some kind of rumor or myth you heard about merfolk, he *is* going to play into it. Especially if it’s the scary sort. ”Well, merfolk are very diverse. I couldn’t tell you for sure if we grow to this size because it made it easier to hunt humans in the past…” He tells you, barely concealing the chuckle that it gets from him when you go all wide-eyed again.

Jade isn’t surprised you’re curious about the texture of his fins or tail. He shrugs at your request to touch them, smiling widely. ”Perhaps. We’d have to find a way to get you underwater, though…” Is his official answer, which is actually entirely joke-free. He’s not going to take it as if you’re implying anything, there’s no way you’d know it even had implications— If you did do your own research, though, that’s another story…

𐙚 Sebek Zigvolt

Oh, everyone knows how much Sebek loves to talk about being half fae… Well, everyone but you, it seems. It’s like a dream come true to him. And a nightmare to his peers that are a little more sensitive to sound.

At first, though, he definitely doesn’t seem like he’s going to be that much of an open book. He’s giving you a stern looking frown as you point at his ears and mutter your first question. ”What sort of question is that? Even the most clueless humans know fae tend to have differently shaped ears.” He near scoffs.

But that doesn’t really put a dent in your curiosity, even though you apologize if you were rude. The exact second that you tell him you have not, in fact, ever seen a fae in your life and were just curious about the topic, that initial icyness fully melts away. Oh, so you’re not that sort of ignorant human, you’re different— Sebek thinks, and then it’s like he’s sharing some of the wonder you feel.

He quickly proclaims that he’ll teach you all about the rich history of fae, all the incredible abilities they can have— What’s that? You want to touch his ears? You want to know just how different his body temperature is? Sebek’s got you, of course he does. Touch usually kind of flusters him, but he’s already decided to be your teacher about all things fae. And if you want to learn even more than he’s teaching, to him that just means he’s doing a great job.

if you like my work you can support me by commissioning me or tipping me on ko-fi ── ᵎᵎ ✦

[ckret2]

Chapter 95 of human Bill Cipher being not quite the Mystery Shack's prisoner anymore but sorta staying there anyway: the girls (plus Bill) have a sleepover, and the guys (plus Melody) have anime.

(‼️SUPER IMPORTANT PSA:‼️ it's dangerous to read alone. Take this.)

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"Get out of the living room," Grenda shouted, charging in and chucking a duffel bag at an unoccupied chair. "We're having a sleepover movie marathon!"

"We are commandeering the TV." Candy plopped down in front of the TV and rummaging through her bag for some rental videos.

Dipper quickly escaped to join Ford and Soos in the entryway. "Great."

Soos said, "Wanna come with us to anime night? It'll keep you out of the girls' way."

"Thanks, Soos, but it's fine. As long as they aren't in the attic, maybe I can get some sleep."

"We won't bother you!" Mabel said. "We're staying in the living room! We're gonna stay up late and talk about boys and watch movies until we pass out!"

"Seriously?" Ford looked at Bill, leaning in the living room doorway. "Seriously? This is how you're spending your night?"

"Yes," Bill said. 

"Voluntarily?"

"This is the best socialization I've had since I d—got here. I'll take what I can get." He gestured at the girls; Candy and Grenda had taken a couple of video tapes out of their cases, and immediately started manipulating the cases like animal jaws to try to bite each other, complete with dinosaur noises. "Besides, kids are little chaos engines before they grow up and learn to be normal! I like 'em!"

The weirdest part was that Ford actually thought Bill was telling the truth. (And, in spite of his paranoia going what if, what if— all the evidence did suggest that Bill wanted to protect them.)

"Now get outta here," Bill said, "you're bringing down the mood."

"In a minute." Ford raised his voice. "Girls? I didn't get a chance to say this last time, but I have a few ground rules for tonight's sleepover."

The girls groaned. Warily, Mabel asked, "What is it?"

"No more demon summonings; no seances; no Bloody Mary or any similar games; I never want to see a spirit board under this roof; don't invite anything vampiric inside; and if you're visited by anything fae, call me."

"I think we can handle that."

Bill said, "Got it. Play with the Oui-Oui Spirit Board in the parking lot."

"No!"

He just grinned at Ford.

"You ready, Dr. Pines?" Soos asked. "We're gonna be late if we don't go."

Ford gave Bill one last warning look, and then followed Soos out.

As soon as the door was shut, Grenda loud-whispered, "Hey! We should totally play Bloody Mary!"

"Yes!" Candy cheered.

Bill yelped, "No!"

The girls stared at him. He swallowed hard.

"Why not?" Mabel asked.

Grenda added, "Yeah! You scared, Gold-o?"

"Of course not," he said testily.

"You're not Gold-o, you're Yell-o! As in yellow-bellied!"

"That's not the insult you think it is," Bill said. "And I'm not scared, I just think it sounds boring! Bloody Mary probably won't show up. And, if she does? I bet she isn't any fun! i don't even want to see her! I don't care! All right?"

The girls nodded, and each independently decided they were totally dragging him into playing Bloody Mary.

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When Fiddleford answered the door, the first thing Ford said was, "You got new glasses?"

"Heh, yep!" Fiddleford proudly adjusted his glasses. Ford suspected it was the first new pair he'd gotten in thirty years. "Since my last pair got pulverized, I reckoned it was high time I stop trying to use some old hand-me-downs I found at the museum and get me a proper prescription pair!

Trying to suppress a grin, Ford said, "Is it just me, or do they look a little like..."

"You hush," Fiddleford said. "I know they look like your old ones. I'm an old man now! I can't get away with those little round readin' glasses anymore!"

Soos and Melody inspected Fiddleford's new glasses as they came in. Melody nodded approvingly, "They suit you."

Soos laughed, "Oh, dude! You two are like glasses twins now."

Ford frowned in faux consideration. "Do I need another twin my life...?"

"Might as well," Fiddleford shrugged. "We're already a couple'a Fords."

"That's true."

Fiddleford gestured to Soos and Melody, "You two run along and get comfortable! I need to have a talk with Stanford in private."

####

While the girls had dispersed to put on pajamas and/or retrieve snacks, Bill headed to the bathroom; but he stopped outside the door when he heard giggles and whispers inside. "Is this room occupied?"

Mabel pushed open the door and all three girls grinned at him. "Yeah, but you can help out!"

"Sure, as long as it doesn't involve any of the things people usually do in bathrooms." He leaned curiously into the room. "What are we doing?"

"Playing Bloody Mary."

Bill immediately tried to leave. "Nope."

"Come on, Goldie, don't be lame!"

"I'm not lame. You're lame," he said testily. "And I don't hang out with lame people! I'll be down in the living room, just scream if anyone starts dying." He attempted to back through the bathroom doorway.

Candy's steely grip wrapped around one arm. "You have to stay. You have no choice."

Grenda gripped his other arm. "Yeah! You're our adult supervision or something!"

Bill twisted around and grabbed at the door frame as half a dozen hands pulled at his arms and clothing. "No no no no no—!" He desperately clawed at the wall for purchase.

The door swung shut, smacking his fingers. He lost his grip and was dragged into the bathroom, screaming.

The door gently swayed shut.

####

Half of Fiddleford's lab was still in disarray from their brief contact with the Nightmare Realm a week ago; but one corner of his lab table was stacked with neat, tidy piles of papers covered in Fiddleford's neat, tidy calculations. Fiddleford led Ford over to those papers. "It's bad news."

Ford was afraid of that. "Does it have to do with Bill?"

Fiddleford gave him an unamused look—as if to say, is it ever anything else?

Ford sighed. "All right. Give me the news."

"I ran some figures using that equation you have to calculate the strength of the barrier a-draggin' weird things into town."

"Yes?"

Last year, Ford had passed all his research on the Theory of Weirdness, barrier equation included, to Fiddleford—mainly to show him that, at last, there was a tangible gain from their tragic youthful collaboration.

Fiddleford had offered to help Ford turn it into a publication-ready paper, Purely in a ghostwriting capacity—it would be Ford's name on the paper.

Ford had turned down the same offer thirty years ago, and he turned it down now. He didn't want to publish a paper with his name and Fiddleford's writing.

Instead, he wanted both their names at the top.

Fiddleford had bashfully accepted.

They'd hoped to spend this summer finalizing the paper; but, well, other things had come up.

Fiddleford flipped through his calculations as he went on, "Usually, we can just walk in and out of that barrier because its strength is proportionate to the weirdness in town. And the whole town's combined weirdness is strong enough to draw more things toward town, but not strong enough to trap 'em in town."

"Right," Ford said uneasily. He wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but he sensed bad news.

Fiddleford dropped the stack of papers in front of Ford and held out one page. "Well—I finally worked out exactly how much weirdness is needed to make that barrier solid. And for it to be completely impenetrable, whatever's trying to pass through it has to be more powerfully weird and weirdly powerful than anything found on Earth," he said. "Didn't you tell me a few days ago that Bill still can't get through the barrier?"

A chill ran up Ford's spine. "I... that's right." They'd found that out his first night in town, when they'd nearly driven him straight into the barrier before he screamed at them to stop.

Fiddleford began pacing. "If that devil could get through the barrier, it wouldn't necessarily prove anything. It might mean he's a human; it might mean he's still a... whatever he is—"

"Triangle."

"—still a demon triangle, but lost enough of his power to be 'normal enough' to get through; or, it might mean Bill himself weren't never weird enough on his lonesome to make that barrier solid without that rift open lettin' more weirdness pour in," Fiddleford said. "But since he can't get through the barrier... the only explanation is that all that power is still there, inside of him. And that means we know what shape his soul is."

Part of Ford wished they didn't. "It's still a triangle."

"And, he's just as dangerous as he ever was," Fiddleford said. "You know what we have to do."

"Yes." Ford took a deep breath. "We have to keep him alive at any cost so his soul can't escape."

"We have t—what?!" Fiddleford goggled at him. "Well, I was fixin' to say we have to destroy him and his soul right now, now we know he's a threat, but fine!" He flung his hands in the air. "Fine! He's not my prisoner! If you want to play around with the end of the world..."

Guilt twisted in Ford's stomach. "Fiddleford, I..." How could he apologize for something he planned to keep doing? (How could he tell him that Bill was much less of a prisoner now than he'd been a few hours ago?)

"Keep him alive! Of all the cockamamie..." Fiddleford's shoulders slumped in defeat. He sighed. "You really think you're doing the right thing?"

"I've asked myself that hundreds of times the past few days," Ford said wryly. "I think I think I'm doing the right thing."

"Well. If you were sure, I'd be worried."

Ford laughed dryly. "I'm not sure about anything. But I..." He rubbed his face. God, he was still so tired. "I know Bill could change. I—want—to think that he will."

Fiddleford took that in thoughtfully. "Why?"

Ford looked up at him. "Hm?"

"Why do you want him to change? Wouldn't you rather just... scootch him right on out of your life for good? He's not making you fancy promises again, is he?"

"Believe me, I wouldn't trust him if he did. I think he's finally given up on that, thank goodness."

"Then why do you want that demon alive?"

He could see Bill teaching Mabel about alien genetics and spherical geometry, Bill letting a couple contented kids sit on him after declaring them under his protection, Bill making up the most fascinating new chess rules but too exhausted to do anything with them. Bill teaching Ford about how to reach unseen stars. Bill comforting Ford when he was lonely.

The question was almost too easy to answer—and that made Ford second guess himself. But he said, "Because he's not a demon. He's just a person who's gotten too good at acting like one. But when he does act like a person... Well. He has—a lot to offer. Losing it would be a shame."

Fiddleford frowned hard as he listened, squinting at Ford. He took a moment to respond—rocking back on his heels, breaking eye contact with Ford as he took off his new glasses, carefully cleaning the lenses before he put them back on. To Ford's horrified fascination, Fiddleford cleaned his glasses with his beard.

Finally, he said, "I still don't remember... meetin' him. Not clearly, anyhow." (Ford's brows went up in surprise. This was the first time he'd ever heard Fiddleford acknowledge out loud that he had met him. They rarely mentioned the portal test at all—they certainly didn't discuss what Fiddleford had experienced.) "But—I recall how it felt. And 'demonic' is too sweet a word for the thing that I saw."

Ford nodded. He didn't know whether he'd seen the same sight, but he had seen Bill in his decaying kingdom, shrieking laughter echoing throughout the Nightmare Realm as though the whole dimension were an extension of his voice, surrounded by his monstrous minions as he lounged on his throne of illusions. (His chair custom-upholstered with the fabric of reality, with the autostereogram detailing that Bill couldn't even see.)

"But," Fiddleford said grudgingly, "he weren't never in my dreams. I reckon you might could've... seen some side of him I didn't."

"Or, he might have fooled me into seeing something that isn't there."

Fiddleford half-shrugged, half nodded. "Well, what do I know about what a 'person' is. These days there's aliens and clones and parallel people I don't know from Adam. If you say he's just a person... maybe he is. You want to try to reform him, then?"

Ford let out a disgusted laugh. "No," he said. "I want to see if he can reform himself."

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"There!" Mabel slammed the door latch shut. "Now you're not going anywhere until we're done."

Bill swallowed nervously, already feeling the walls closing in on him. "You're exploiting my disability, and that's terrible of you."

Mabel blew a raspberry. "You'll live."

"Unless you don't," Grenda said ominously, wiggling her fingers spookily. "Ooo-oooh!"

He rolled his eye. "I am not worried about dying. In fact, I don't think anything'll happen. I bet she's not even real—and if she is, I heard that she doesn't show up if someone who doesn't believe in her is playing, so nothing'll happen if I'm here! You'd have better odds if you let me leave!"

"If nothing happens, then you've got nothing to be scared of," Candy said patiently.

"I'm not sc—UGH!" Bill yanked his hood over his face. "Fine, whatever! I don't care!" He edged toward the corner of the room, hunched his shoulders, and crossed his arms. 

"Okay," Mabel said, setting an unlit peaches and cream scented candle on the bathroom counter. She flipped off the light switch and held up her phone for light. "So what we have to do is turn off the lights completely, light a candle, and then say 'Bloody Mary' three times. And then a lady will show up in the mirror covered in blood and scream or tell us our future or try to strangle us or something."

Silently, Bill counted, one.

Mabel put a tub of baby wipes and a brush on the counter. "And that's when we offer her this and see if cleaning off that blood calms her down."

"That's not how it works," Candy said. "You're supposed to have all the lights off so it's completely dark. There's no candles."

Mabel pursed her lips doubtfully.

Grenda said, "But if it's totally dark, how can we see when Bloody Mary shows up?"

Two, Bill mouthed.

Candy paused. "Maybe that's why she screams. So we know she's here."

"And then what? Do we turn the light on?"

"Um... I don't think so..." Candy turned toward Bill, their resident expert in summoning what ought not be summoned.

He flipped a hand dismissively. "This is your project, not mine."

Mabel shot him a dirty look, but said, "Okay! This is what we're gonna do. We'll turn off all the lights, say her name three times, and then light the candle to see if she's here."

Candy and Grenda nodded.

"And if she's not, then we'll just say 'Bloody Mary' again with the candle lit," Mabel said.

Three. Bill pulled his hood lower and turned toward the window, feigning disinterest.

"Either way, that should get her to show u—"

A ghoulish blood-dripping face shrieked from the mirror.

The girls shrieked back, backing away from the mirror. Their backs hit the locked door. 

The mirror's glass rippled as Bloody Mary crawled through it, her eyeless sockets fixed on the girls, her lank black hair drifting weightlessly around her face, a breathy wailing sound whistling through her fleshless nasal cavity with each exhale. Her thin, papery lips curled back to reveal teeth elongated by receding gums. Blood drooled out from the gaps between her teeth to drip on her ruined chest, exposed muscles and ribs visible beneath the rotting remains of a lacy sleeveless black gown. One hand curled over the lip of the counter and the other stretched for Mabel's throat as she lurched closer to the girls.

And then in her periphery view she caught sight of a bright yellow triangular silhouette, her grip slipped, and her jaw smacked the counter's edge. She pushed herself back up and shrieked, "REHPIC LLIB?!"

Bill flinched, but pushed up his hood just enough to give her a sheepish, apologetic smile. "Yyyraaam, yeeeh."

"Laer rof uoy era? Ti eveileb t'nod I!" Outraged, she sat back on her knees and crossed her bony arms. "Em ot teg ot nerdlihc namuh gnisu er'uoy won tub, gniht eno saw Pilf morf rebmun wen ym teg ot gniyrt?!"

"Ekil skool ti tahw ton s'ti!" Bill said quickly. "Raews I! Ni em deggard yeht tub ti htiw od ot gnihtyna tnaw t'ndid I, gniyalp no detsisni sdik eht—"

Mary let out a shrill, disgusted laugh. "Erus m'I, ho! Rood eht tuo gniklaw dna meht gnillik morf uoy gnippots saw tahw dna?"

The girl's heads turned back and forth in wide-eyed bafflement as the incomprehensible conversation bounced back and forth.

Bill hesitated, grimacing. "Yrots gnol a s'ti—ti, kool, yako—"

"Elbaveilebnu. Elbaveileb! Nu!"

Bill gestured at Mabel. "Yako, tcap a tog ev'ew?!" He held up his wrist, pointing at his friendship bracelet. "Semitemos sevil s'rehto hcae evas ew, no gniog laed naidraug laicifeneb yllautum siht tog ev'I. Suoires m'I!"

Mabel looked down at her own bracelet collection and gave Candy and Grenda a baffled look. They shrugged, just as lost.

Mary took one look at the nazar eye beads and flinched back, hissing. "Yawa gniht taht tup, hgu," she snapped. "Yawyna, ereh gniod uoy era tahw?! Gnoleb uoy erehw nib yenool a ni pu uoy dekcol yllanif yeht draeh I."

Bill winced, hurt. "Wh— Yeh. Kniht uoy t'nod, evitisnesni elttil, Yram, sekiy?

"Evitisnesni!?" She laughed scornfully. "Ytrap yadhtrib s'retsis ym retfa, evitisnesni tuoba em ot klat ot tnaw uoy—?!"

Bill groaned, "Uoy era, og taht tel ot gniog reven era uoy, hgu?"

"Llib, sgniw retaw dezis-dlihc? Sgniw retaw?!"

"Romuh fo esnes on sah ehs tluaf ym ton s'ti! Ynnuf saw ti thguoht Anoroll tub ydobyreve! Dehgual Etreum neve!"

"Hgual ton did Etreum."

"Dennirg ehs—llew."

"Llib, lluks a s'ehs."

"Well—I mean—yeah, but..." He petered out. And then attempted, somewhat pathetically, "Thginot ecin gnikool er'uoy denoitnem I evah? Doolb hserf taht si?"

Mary made a grunt of disgust, waved Bill off, retreated into the mirror, and disappeared.

An awkward silence descended over the room.

Mabel flipped on the light. "Whaaat was that?"

Bill swallowed hard. "My ex?" 

The girls silently reevaluated their assumptions about Bill, his cowardice, his tastes, and Bloody Mary.

Wistfully, he added, "And she was wearing that dress that shows off her lungs."

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In the middle of a smoky city battlefield, two combat mechs as tall as skyscrapers stood facing each other. Each one had an enormous pleated miniskirt, a heart-shaped glow in the center of its chest, and hair that seemed to be made from colored ribbons of light: the pink mech with two long, thin pigtails that would have reached the ground if they didn't float weightlessly around the machine; the blue mech with a bobcut that obscured one of its artificial eyes with a glowing curtain.

Above the dirty and damaged mechs floated a pristine white robot with hologram feather wings and an electric halo; and below them lay a crumpled orange mech, its orange corkscrew curls dimming and then deactivating, its heart cracked and black.

The blue pilot screamed, her voice distorted by the mech's speakers. "MOMOKO-CHAAAN! YOU KILLED HER!" She grabbed the pink mech's shoulders. "I warned you! I warned you that you're getting out of control! When you and Orenjiko-chan fought before the battle, I told you that you were taking it too far—and now you've killed her!"

"I-I didn't mean to!" The pink mech grabbed the blue one's wrists, threatening to crush them. "I couldn't control myself!" Momoko's voice was strained; inside her cockpit, her face was contorted not with grief but with rage, turning bright red, a vein bulging on her forehead. She squeezed the mech's controls as tightly as the mech grabbed her teammate's wrists, trying to control her rage. "Aoko-chan, stop shouting at me—BEFORE I KILL YOU TOO." She shoved the blue mech back hard enough to fling it into a building several blocks away.

Aoko got back to her feet with a groan; then gasped—"Wait!"—and turned toward the white robot above. "Why isn't the angel attacking?" The pink mech's head jerked too fast, like a raptor focusing on its prey, as it turned to stare at the floating robot as well.

"Guys," Soos loudly whispered, "this is the best part."

Momoko and Aoko both gasped and backed away as the orange mech at their feet shuddered. More scared than hopeful, Aoko said, "Orenji-chan...?"

The orange mech lurched to its feet. Its cracked heart shattered, glass raining to the street below, and the mech caught fire from the heart out, burning away its dirt and damage, its paint, and its pleated skirt, leaving the mech a pure, pristine white.

Aoko gasped in horror. "Is she...?! No! No!"

The mech's hologram projectors reactivated. Instead of forming orange curls, they projected a pair of wings; electricity arced through and out of the cockpit in its head, coils of lightning crackling and writhing until they resolved into the shape of a halo. It rose into the air; and the other angel nodded to it solemnly.

Momoko shouted, "Does this mean...?!"

"Yes!" At its desk back in headquarters, low light glinting menacingly off the bunny's sunglasses, Director Bunbun declared, "We are the angels!"

"NOOO!" The girls wailed in unison, Aoko dropping to her knees in despair, Momoko raising her fists to the sky.

"That's crazy, right?" Soos said. "It's like, pchooow," he pressed his hands to his head and lifted them off slowly, fingers expanding, "brain totally exploded, dude."

"Oh, Momoko-chan!" Sobbing, Aoko asked, "What do we do?"

In her cockpit, Momoko wasn't trembling anymore. Her hands gripped the controls tightly and confidently. She looked twice as furious, but her gaze was steely and focused. "I guess we'll just have to KILL HER TWICE!" With a roar, she charged into battle.

The screen went black. The words Neon Crisis Revelations Angry Cute Girl: Annihilation! Episode 37: Fukuin: This is the Angels' Gospel! filled the screen.

As the credits played, Fiddleford leaned toward Ford and said, "Something's on your mind, Stanford."

"Oh," Ford said. "It's—nothing. I'm just worrying about the Bill issue. As usual."

Fiddleford said pointedly, "Something's on your mind, and you keep lookin' at me."

Ford winced at himself. "Ah. Well. It's nothing important." But Fiddleford kept staring; and Ford finally said, eyes fixed on the credits, "I visited the museum. And I... saw the Blind Eye society's collection of memories."

Now it was Fiddleford's turn to wince and look away. "Oh. The Hall of the Forgotten."

Ford nodded. "That's what—I was told it was called." (They were both aware of how carefully he'd sidestepped around saying who had told him what it was called.)

"Mm." Fiddleford let the conversation drop. If he'd just explored the ruins of his old friend's memory-wiping brainwashing cult, he'd probably give him a few odd looks, too.

(In retrospect, could Fiddleford really judge Stanford for giving that demon a second chance? He'd given Fiddleford one, too—and sometimes Fiddleford didn't feel like he was that much better.)

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(Because chapter 60 came out last July and people have forgotten things since then, I know some of y'all are gonna go "whoa did Fiddleford just confirm that Bill's still a triangle?!" So let me remind y'all:

Fidds said that Bill is definitely still a hyper-weird triangle if he can't cross the barrier, but if he CAN cross the barrier it means his soul could be triangular OR human, he's just a little less weird than he was during Weirdmageddon. And we know that Ford and Fidds are mistaken because Bill did cross the barrier in ch 60.

TBOB! If I said "no yeah i totally wrote the bloody mary scene before tbob" y'all would think i'm psychic or lying. But no, tbob inspired the idea. The rest of the chapter is free of TBOB influence, though I can't think of anything y'all might think was inspired by TBOB except maybe mentioning spirit boards and Bill saying that kids are cool until they grow up.

Anyway looking forward to hearing y'all's thoughts on this chapter!

I CANNOT overemphasize just how much I love writing the scenes from Soos's anime.)

[katscki]

thinking bout katsuki being such a munch. that man lives and breathes pussy. sometimes he just begs to bury his face in some cunt n i love him dearly for that

Omg yessss you’re brain is huge

I got carried away for a thirst…. Oh well!!

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Katsuki bursts through the door slamming it behind him as he comes up to you on the couch, not even bothering to take his muddy boots off. You shoot him a violent glare as you return to your book already mad at him from this morning.

He huffs at your lack of attention, “Look woman, I know yer pissed at me but I had the shittiest day at work. Now are you gonna let me eat you out or not?” He bites.

“You know you’d think someone who wants something from me would ask nicer.” You hum flipping the page, not sparing him a glance. “Besides, what’s in it for me?”

He gives you an “are you fucking serious right now” look, eyebrows pinched together in frustration. “Fuck do you mean what’s in it for you?”

You gently mark your page and set the book down beside you, unable to get to the coffee table as his hulking frame is in front of it. “I mean, what’s in it for me. Need I remind you, you’re still in the doghouse my friend.” You narrow your eyes at him.

He drops to his knees before you, still masked face practically begging you to ravish you. “I’ll make you cum as much as you want, sit on my face, fucking dislocate my jaw. I don’t care, just let me taste you.” You sit before him thinking for a second until he speaks again, much quieter this time. “Please.” It’s a little broken, begging is not something he does often and would rather die then have anyone but you see it.

“Fine.” Just like that your shorts and panties are ripped off of you and flung across the living room. Just as he gets one leg over his shoulder, he begins to take off his mask. “Wait…” Red eyes burn with desperation and worry that you’ve changed your mind. That is until you reach for the hand that’s going for his mask. “Leave- leave your costume on… please…”

The cheeky bastard has never grinned so wide as he pulls his hand away from his face, going to put your other leg over his shoulder. He makes quick work at you, skilled tongue finding the places he knows make you soar. The eye black around his eyes under his mask making him all the more alluring. And without even thinking, “D-dynamight”

Oh god you’ll never live this down. He pulls away, a thick string of spit and arousal connecting his mouth to you. “Careful baby, you’ll make me cum without even touchin me if you keep that up.” He stands and you whine at the lack of stimulation, hips moving to catch your clit on something, anything. Bakugou doesn’t leave you for long however, picking you up to sit you right where he wants you.

“We don’t have to- don’t want h-hurt you Suki…” you’re moaning out as he finds your cunt once more. “What happened to Dynamight baby? Ya think your hero can’t take it? You think m weak?” The vibrations of his words have you leaning back to rest your hands on his thighs, grinding down on his face.

“N-no dynamight. Nghh~ you’re- not weak!” Letting yourself fully fall into pleasure, using his mouth as you so please. One of the hands that was gripping your ass comes around to circle your clit as his tongue explores your insides. Once he hears that tell tale squeal he knows he’s got the right spot and hits it over. And over. And over again.

“Right there! M s’close dyna- might yes!” Your hips start to hump his face sporadically as the pleasure pooling in your belly finally snaps.

He continues to suck you through your orgasm, pupils completely dilated with lust. You begin to whine at the overstimulation and only then does he pull away.

“You forgive me?” He kisses the inside of your thigh.

“Y-yeah Suki. I forgive you.” You say as you try to stand up, that is till he yanks you back down.

“Nuh uh. I promised you multiple didn’t I?” A kiss is placed on your clit.

“Y-yes dynamight-Oh!” Maybe you should get mad at him more often if he makes you come six times as an apology.

[peacheeeliz]

024. still not forgiven (wc: 791)

“Dude, come on, it's not that hard to just send me a list of snacks,” you groan as you walk into the convenience store late at night, the bell ringing above your head. Grabbing onto a basket, you make your way towards the alcohol and look out for the flavors you and your friends loved the most.

“Well, it's not my fault the boys pre-gamed a housewarming party,” Karina says over the phone, rolling her eyes even though you can't see her. “I mean, seriously, a housewarming party? We're friends with a bunch of alcoholics.”

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you browse the different soju brands. “Just get the drunk idiots to shout out different snacks, I'm sure you'll get something.”

Within a matter of moments, you can hear barely audible grumbles from the boys as they recite the snacks they're craving. Karina speaks through the phone again, “explain to me why we're buying snacks for them if it's our housewarming party?”

“We're not,” you start, satisfied with your beverage choices and moving onto food. “I'm using Hyunjin's card.”

Karina laughs loudly, “As you should, girl.” She takes a while to calm down, shushing the boys who can only question her fit of laughter. “Well, hurry up, because I don't want to babysit these children any longer.”

“What's about Ryu?”

“She's basically one drink away from joining them, so she's no help,” Karina sighs, and right on cue, you can hear Ryujin hyping up the boys in the background. “Jesus Christ, I'll see you soon. Ryujin, get off the table!”

You chuckle as the line goes dead, and you slide your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Once you grab an adequate amount of snacks and other food, you hum and make your way towards the counter. The rest of the convenience store is quiet, besides the quiet indie music that plays through a speaker behind the counter. There's no other customers than you, leaving you alone with the worker you've yet to see.

When you're too busy placing your items on the counter, you still don't see the worker until they speak up. “Y/N?”

The voice startles you, eyes wavering to find the source of it. “Oh, uh, Wooyoung,” the words leave your mouth breathlessly. “I… Didn't know you worked here.”

“I needed the money after, you know, leaving the band,” he answers quietly, beginning to slowly check your items. When you don't know how to reply, it goes silent between the two of you. “I saw you two moved out.”

You nod slowly, “Yeah, we found a new apartment nearby.”

His eyes find yours, but you're quick to look away. He takes a deep breath, not knowing why he expected anything else. “I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other, then.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you say sullenly, sending a fake smile his way. You continue jokingly, “Let's not make it a habit, though, huh?”

He stares at you for a moment before laughing, “Yeah, I think I can make that happen.” He catches that sweet smile of yours before you can stop yourself, and he thinks for a second before speaking again. “I'm, uh… I'm sorry about what I said back then. That was really uncalled for on my part.”

He watches as your smile drops, “But, I guess we can save the apologies for next time.” He finishes bagging up your items, sliding them across the counter. “Don't want to spoil your mood before you go back to,” he pauses, looking down at the soju and snacks he bagged. “Whatever it is you're celebrating.”

“Don't worry about it,” you tell him, grabbing hold of the bag's handles. “Just know that it's going to take a lot more than just a few worries to make it up to me. You did call me a bitch, remember?”

He mentally face palms, the memory flashing through his mind like it has the past six months. “Please don't remind me.”

“Oh, I'm gonna remind you everything I come in,” you comment, a smile playing at your lips again. You're about to walk away, but you stop in your tracks. “Wait, shit, I didn't pay.”

“Don't worry about it, it's on me,” he responds, smiling back.

You eye him for a moment, “Nope, still not forgiven.” You tell him before turning to leave. You can hear the impact of his head hitting the counter, and you struggle to hold back a laugh. Once you reach the door, you turn back to him. “See you later, Wooyoung.”

He looks back up from the counter, watching you walk out the door. He lets out a sigh, and his head falls back down onto the counter.

synopsis ⤏ when wooyoung, mr. "scared of commitment," finds himself catching feelings for you, his supposed friend with benefits, he struggles between keeping things casual or possibly ruining your friendship.

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[noxemma]

First comes love a kid(napping), then comes a marriage ... Yeah, they're definitely doing things in the wrong order, but maybe, if they're lucky, they can figure out how to reverse their way into something real.

Parts 1&2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

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Okay, not sure how much I actually like this part or not but I’m kind of over fighting it (bc I have ideas for the next part) so hopefully it’s good for y’all

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Even with Dean insisting they stick as close to the messy truth as possible, it's almost too easy to fabricate their fictional relationship. They decide that Dean had been waiting at the corner for Sam when he'd seen Jack looking very confused and offered to give him directions. Cas had stumbled upon them as Jack was leaning into the open door to see the map Dean has pulled up, but mistook Dean for a would-be kidnapper. After yanking Jack away, Cas had given Dean a scathing tongue-lashing only to be corrected by Jack and Sam, who'd been asking Cas a question after class. At the defense of both his son and trusted student, Cas had realized his mistake and apologized to Dean. Then, feeling bad for assuming the worst of Dean, Cas had offered to buy him dinner and Dean has accepted. Given the chance to start over, Dean and Cas hit things off. They'd been dating for over a year before Dean had proposed to both Jack and Cas over his famous homemade burgers and pie just a few days before coming to the wedding.

It's a good story. So good that Dean half wants to believe it himself. And the craziest part is that it just might work. Cas doesn't have social media at all, and Dean only uses his to post pictures of the cars he's restored or currently working on. No one would question why Jack hadn't mentioned Dean because no one, aside from Cas' brother Gabriel, had ever met or interacted with Jack. And they'd agreed to tell Gabriel that they'd been keeping the relationship on the down low because Sam was Cas' student. Gabriel apparently lived for juicy gossip so that tidbit plus the knowledge that their engagement was a ruse to make Cas’ parents lay off the custody concerns would probably keep him off their backs, at least according to Cas.

"Okay, I think we've got the backstory down pat," Dean says, pasting on a mask of a smile as he faces the last elephant in the room. "Now, the only thing we have to go over is, um, believable details." "What do you mean?" Cas asks, head tilting adorably again.

"Well, uh. Like ..." Dean tries to think of something that won't be nearly as embarrassing or suggestive as what he's thinking, "Oh, okay. Well, I saw you have some tattoos. I do too. I have an anti-possession sigil here on my chest, I have Baby's grill on the back of my shoulder, a whole mess of less meaningful stuff on my arm, except for the baseball cap. That one is for Bobby. Oh, and the Superman and Batman one's in there are for me and Sam. Long story that involves pretending we were superheroes, broken arms, and taking Sam to the ER on the handlebars of my bike. And I want to get more." Cas' eyes trail across his clothed chest like he can see the ink underneath and heat suffuses Dean's cheeks.

Fuck! I really need my body to stop doing this every time he looks at me for more than five consecutive seconds. Although maybe people will actually believe we're in love if he keeps making me blush so easily, Dean thinks.

"Hmmm, I think I understand what you mean," Cas hums, not helping Dean's blush go away at all, "There are certain things that people who have been intimate with each other would know, such as the placement and meaning of tattoos."

"Yeah," Dean manages to choke out, because, Jesus, Cas was really staring at him, and he was about one minute from squirming in his seat like a horny teenager under the attention. "Something like that."

"I have some lines of Enochian across my ribs. It's an ancient, dead language that some scholars have hypothesized was the language of angels," Dean shoots Cas a grateful look for explaining right away so he doesn't feel stupid for having to ask. "The only other tattoos I have are a pair of wings that start at between my shoulder blades and spread down the back of each arm. I admit that I have been considering getting another one or two, but finding the time is challenging. I'd love to see yours at some point, if you don't mind of course."

"Fuck no, I don't mind!" Dean blurts a little too eagerly and he forces himself to take a breath before continuing, "And, if you're willing, I'd love to see yours too. Those wings sound amazing." "Of course. I'm very proud of them," Cas replies with a little nod, fingers fiddling with holes in the cuffs of his hoodie.

Silence settles between them for a few seconds as the sounds of Ramblin' Man fade, replaced briefly by a hum marking the end of the cassette. Dean hits the eject button but doesn't replace it. "I probably should have asked this sooner, and I know you agreed to this, but I would never want to assume-" "Just spit it out, Cas. Contrary to what my brother might think, I'm actually pretty damn hard to offend," Dean teases, trying to ease the obvious anxious cloud beginning to coalesce in the passenger seat. "You are interested in men, right? And single? I mean I was just thinking that, well, we'll have to act like we're in love, like we're engaged, which will probably require at the very least hand holding and- What exactly about that is so funny?" Dean can't help it. It's nearing one in the morning and he's too tired from driving almost six hours straight with only piss breaks to keep from cracking up at the hilarity that is Cas asking his relationship status and sexual orientation this far in. "You are, man," Dean wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes as he manages to regain control of himself. "We've already thought up a whole backstory and driven several hundred miles and now you're asking me if I even like dick? You have to admit it pretty damn funny." Cas’ face is serious and unmoving when Dean sneaks a peek at him, but then he hears the softest snort and he cracks up all over again, laughing so hard his stomach aches when Cas finally does join in. "So? Are you? 'Into dick'?" Cas asks after they're both mostly recovered, though his use of air quotes almost sets Dean off again.

"Yeah. Though I’m not strictly into sick. I'm bi. Although, I've never been in a serious relationship with a guy before so this will all still be kind of new to me."

"If it makes you feel better, neither have I," Cas admits. Instinct has Dean opening his mouth to make some joke about how someone as gorgeous as Cas had to have people lining up around the block to date him but the streetlights whizzing by illuminate a faraway look in Cas' eyes, a type of longing Dean could never put a name to but knows intimately. "We'll figure it out together," he offers instead, daring to reach his hand out to give Cas' a squeeze. "I'm sure we will," Cas murmurs and Dean can hear the slight smile as he flips his hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing back. "Hmm. I suppose we should talk about PDA. I'm just along for the ride here, so whatever you want to do, I'm down for," Dean offers, probably a touch to enthusiastically but he bats the worry away, focusing instead on the heat of Cas' palm against his. Cas seems to ponder his statement, absently starting to rub his thumb across Dean's wrist and up the side of his thumb as he thinks. Dean damn near melts at the touch. It's so gentle and sweet and weirdly intimate and those are things he hasn't had in a long while.

He hadn't had much time to date on the road, plus John would probably have killed him if he'd found him fooling around with another guy, and then he'd been busy trying to raise Sam. He'd been content with one-night stands and a little fun every now and again, but now he wanted more. He just didn't know how to find it or worse, how to ask for it.

Maybe that's why I want to do this so bad, why I suggested being fiancés in the first place. Maybe this is as close as I'll get to the real thing.

"Hmm. I didn't really think about public displays of affection. My family has never been big on them; Gabriel of course is the exception as he is for many things. Plus, as I mentioned earlier, they are extremely religious and, no matter how much I disagree with them, I don't really want to antagonize them by throwing my queerness in their faces." "Noted. Do not make out sloppily in front of the parents no matter how funny it would be."

"Dean!" Cas lets out an exasperated sigh and Dean just knows he's rolling his eyes. "Sorry. Jokes aside, you want minimal PDA. Is like, hugging and holding hands, okay?" Dean asks because he has to know. He prays that Cas says yes, that he will have an excuse to touch and be touched like this again. "Yes, that's fine. And I'm sure that we'll have to kiss at some point to really sell the fake relationship to Gabriel ..." Cas trails off. His free hand comes up to his face and his fingertips ghost over his lips.

Is he thinking about kissing me? Dean wonders, his heart picking up pace as he definitely thinks about Cas and how his full lips might feel. "I'm sure I would survive having to kiss you," Dean whispers. He means for it to come out as a joke, something to jolt them both out of the weird tension that has begun building and winding between them, skittering back and forth across their connected hands.

But it doesn't come out sounding like a joke at all. At least not to Dean's ears. No, to Dean it sounds exactly like what it is: a lie.

Dean is saved from however Cas was going to respond to that by the thwak thwak thwak of Baby's wheels hitting the rumble strip and he jerks his gaze and the wheel away from Cas' profil back towards the center of the road. "Are you okay, Dean?" Cas blurts, concern clear and genuine. "Yeah, yeah. Uh, sorry about that. I gotta put in another tape so I don't fall asleep or start hallucinating sheep on the road or something,” Dean spews.

The rest of the drive is relatively silent, though, to Dean’s utter shock, it's not uncomfortable. Probably because Cas keeps his hand in Dean's but he's not going to question it, not when he's fighting to keep his eyes open.

It's near three in the morning when Cas finally gives the last direction and they pull up to the fanciest hotel Dean has ever seen.

He drops Cas off to get checked in while he hunts down a parking spot in the hotel garage.

It isn’t until opens the back to get their luggage that he realizes his mistake.

He’s so used to traveling light with Sam that he forgot just how much luggage there could be.

He pulls out Cas' rolling bag, determined that it should come in. He also grabs Cas' wedding gift, just because the large wrapped box would probably draw the wrong kind of attention and he didn't want to risk it no matter how much security the swanky hotel had.

Tucking the box under one arm and gripping Cas' bag with his hand left him with one free hand to choose between Cas' briefcase, his duffle, the suits, or the boxes of their fancy shoes that Cas had also purchased at Kendricks. Dean sighs, knowing there is really only one choice, and fumbles with his free hand to wrestle out the small bag that has his toiletries. He shoves it in his pants pocket before gently sliding out the suits, folding them gently over his arm so they wrinkle as little as possible and then reaching in to clutch Cas' briefcase in his fingers. He's pretty sure he looks like some kind of urban scarecrow as he makes his way out of the parking garage and into the hotel, but he tries not to let it bother him.

The hotel is so big and confusing that he gets lost a few times before being pointed in the right direction by a tattoo shop that's just closing down for the night.

"Gotta love Vegas. This is the real city that never sleeps," he mutters blearily before perking up when he finally spots Cas standing by a counter. Cas is fuming when Dean comes to a stop next to him, whisper-shouting into his phone before slamming it on the counter and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Wha's wrong, Cas?" "My idiot brother, is what's wrong," Cas groans. Dean must look super pathetic as he blinks stupidly at Cas because he takes pity on him and elaborates. "He didn't think I was actually bringing a plus one, so he only booked me for a single room."

"O-" Dean yawns so wide that he thinks he hears his jaw pop, "Kay. So, what's the problem?"

"There's only one bed, Dean," Cas splutters

“Cas, babe. That's not a bad thing." "It's not?" Cas asks and Dean doesn't see the pink that begins to emerge the other man’s face as he fails to stifle another yawn. "No, if anything it'll, it'll just solidify our story." "Oh, right. Our story."

Dean frowns at the way Cas' shoulders droop but he doesn't have enough brain cells to process the conundrum of Cas being upset at having to share a bed, then upset that they're only sharing the bed to further the plot of their fake relationship. Dean blinks again and when he opens his eyes Cas is standing in front of a door, wedding present now under one of his arms as the other swipes the plastic card to admit them into the suite.

The room is huge compared to the dinky motels he and Sam grew up in. Dean hangs the suits up in the closet before really taking the time to admire the space.

"Damn. This place is nice," Dean says to no one in particular.

"It should be for what Gabriel is paying for it," Cas mutters, hefting his bag onto a chair and digging through it for something.

Dean leaves him to it, turning to snag the remote off a desk and turn on the giant TV positioned perfectly in front of the bed. He flips through channels until he hits on Forensic Files. It was stupid that the grainy show gave him comfort in an area he felt so out of place in. Every dingy hotel or moral that has a TV got Forensic Files and too many sleepless nights with it being the only thing to keep him company as he watched over Sam and waited for their Dad to wander back from the bar had made it feel like home. Dean allows himself to flop stomach first onto the mattress, not even trying to hold back the moan that escapes at its plushness. Cas says something too him and he grunts in affirmation, but he has no clue what Cas said, too busy enjoying the deep cushion of the mattress and being lulled to sleep by the rerun on the screen.

He almost thinks it's a dream when a new noise causes him to turn his head and he sees Cas exit the bathroom, dark hair spilling droplets of water down his bare chest, flannel pants slung low on his hips giving Dean a perfect view. His eyes glide greedily over the lines of inked writing placed just across the lower left side of his ribs, which naturally draws Dean's attention to sharp hip bones and the hint of a happy trail.

All his blood rushes south and Dean drops his face into the mattress, thankful that it can hide his hard on

"Dean?" Cas whispers. "'m awake, just restin' m'eyes," Dean mumbles through the comforter. "Oh, well, I'm done in the bathroom if you need to use it." Dean makes an ambiguous noise, strategically waiting until he hears Cas move toward the head of the bed before he rolls off and makes as fast a beeline for the bathroom as he can without being suspicious.

Once he's safe inside with the door locked, Dean contemplates his options. Which is to say, he can walk back out with a boner, or he can take a cold shower because he sure as hell isn't jacking off with Cas on the bed just beyond the door.

He sighs and turns the shower on to cold. He shucks his clothes quickly and forces himself under the frigid spray before he can chicken out, cussing and shivering the whole time.

He turns the spray to warm once he's flaccid again and he is finally able to appreciate the luxury of the rain shower head.

Dean's so relaxed by the time he finally turns off the water that it isn't until he's stepping onto the tiled bathroom floor and wrapping a towel around his waist that he realizes his predicament.

"Son of a bitch!" "Dean? Is everything okay?" Cas calls with sleepy concern, the sound getting loud enough that Dean knows he must be waiting just on the other side of the door for Deans reply. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm- Well ... no. I uh. Well, we had so many bags and things and I figured your stuff and the suits were more important and-" Dean cuts his babbling off and forces himself to get to the point. "I left my bag in the car, and I don't have anything to change into."

There is silence for a moment and Dean's stomach clenches. Then Dean hears Cas going deeper into the room before returning again. The door opens and his hand appears holding a bundle of fabric.

"Cas, what-?"

"I'm a bit of an anxious packer so I always have a spare set of everything. These should do for tonight and we can get your bag in the morning. And before you argue, we're already sharing a bed so what's sharing clothes. Just think of it as getting into character for being fake fiancés."

Dean can't really argue against that so he accepts the clothing and gently shuts the door.

It turns out that Cas had handed him some grey sweats and a pair of neon orange boxer briefs. He tries not to think about Cas wearing them as he pulls them on but fails miserably and he's half hard by the time he yanks on the sweats. They're a little short and a little snug but way better than having to pull on his dirty clothes or sleep in the towel, no matter how plush it is. He fishes the toiletry bag out of his discarded jeans and brushes his teeth longer and more forcefully than normal as he tries to will his dick to stand down metaphorically and literally. Finally, he's as ready as he can be and he slips out of the bathroom into dimly lit room. Turns out Dean didn't need to worry at all because Cas is passed out on the left side of the bed. He must have nodded off waiting for Dean because he's sitting against the headboard with his head flopped onto his shoulder, a small trickle of drool crusting as it dried on his chin. He looks so adorable and it reminds Dean of when Sam would fall asleep studying. Only Dean's heart didn't do an entire acrobatics routine at the sight of a drooling Sam.

"Cas, sweetheart," Dean breathes, "Can we get you under the blankets?" Cas groans and mutters something unintelligible without opening his eyes or moving an inch. Dean chuckles and starts pulling the blanket out, managing to get him tucked under the sheets and comforter in a few minutes. Once he's under the blanket Cas shimmies himself down to snuggle into the pillows. Dean takes one more moment to admire him before he turns out the side light and slides in on his own side.

His eyes feel like they’re holding the world but he manages a brief, mostly coherent text to Sam.

Dean: Made it to hotel ok. How as Jack?

Sam likes his message and it's all Dean can do to keep his eyes open until the blinking dots turn into text.

Sam: Jack and I are great. He really is a good kid, super smart and kind. Dean: Course he is. Well call and chek in in the AM

Dean doesn't wait for Sam's reply, just slips the phone back onto the nightstand and waits for his usual struggle to fall asleep, bracing himself for it to be worse because he's in a new place on top of sleeping in the same bed as someone.

He wouldn't necessarily label himself as an insomniac, he just happens to usually only get between four and six hours of sleep. Probably shoulda warned Cas about that. Should ask him if he's a morning or night person. And if he's a heavy sleeper or if the TV will wake him up. Should ask him if he likes coffee or... Dean falls asleep making a list of all the things he wants to know about Cas.

---

Something wakes Dean, but he can't pinpoint exactly what it is and then he forgets to look for it because the pillow in his arms is warm, and soft and smells like heaven.

Dean keeps his eyes closed as he wiggles closer to the pillow, breathing in deeply in hopes of drowning in the clean yet somehow spicy smell.

Then the pillow moves, pressing back closer into his chest and Dean realizes that somehow in the night he'd ended up spooning Cas.

And now he was stuck. Frozen with one of his arms bent beneath his head while the other was draped across Cas' torso, fingers brushing just above his belly button, his nose ghosting the inked ridge of Cas' shoulder, and his hips and cock flush against the curve of Cas' ass. Dean slams his eyes shut again as if not seeing will somehow magically take his erection away or keep Cas from waking up to find that Dean had turned into a handsy creep during the night.

Fuck. Okay, don't panic, let’s start by just slowly scooch-

"Holy shit balls, he’s real!"

Dean cracks his eyes a sliver and searches for the source of the voice. He sees a man shorter than Cas with shoulder length dirty blonde hair, holding a phone above him and, presumably, snapping pictures of him doing his best impression of an octopus.

"Honest to god, I was eighty seven percent sure that Cas had made you up,” the voice appears to mutter to itself. “Okay, one for evidence, one for the baby book, and one for blackmail.” Dean is about to open his mouth and tell this weirdo to get lost or get wrecked when he feels Cas move, rearranging the tiniest bit so he can maneuver his head up to pin the man with what Dean assumes is a death glare by how the guy freezes in place. "Gabriel, I swear, if you wake him,” Cas growls. The sound is so deep and vicious and protective that Dean can feel the reverberations of it in his own chest.

“Castiel, is that any way to talk to your favorite brother?” Gabriel replies, though his voice is softer. “I was coming to pre game brunch but it looks like you actually slept for once. Should I be worried you’re dying?”

“No,” Cas hisses, irritated voice barely above a whisper. “I just sleep better with Dean. Now, get out before I make you!”

“And how do you plan on doing that my dear, baby brother? You going to sic your beefcake here on me?”

“Worse. I will revoke all fun uncle privileges and I will move into a shitty apartment where Jack will be miserable and you’ll have to sleep on the couch when you visit.”

Gabriel gasps like he’s really been scandalized, and Dean can hear his footsteps retreating.

“The photos Gabriel, I want them-”

Dean is sure that Cas meant to say he wanted them deleted or gone but Gabriel interrupts before Cas can finish the command.

“No problemo, boss. Done! Cute pics of a tatted hunk wrapped around you signed, sealed, and delivered to your phone. Don’t be late for brunch! If you leave me alone too long unsupervised I may just lose my senses and murder a few of our relatives and then you’ll have to bail me out of jail.”

“Get. Out,” Cas snarls and Dean hears something soft hit the wall in Gabriel’s general direction before the door clicks open then shut.

“Dude, your brother is weird,” Dean whispers before he does something selfish like pretend he’s still asleep and continue to subject Cas to his morning wood. He pulls away from Cas but stops when Cas’ hand clamps around the one Dean had slung around his waist.

“Wait, please don’t- You don’t have to-,” Cas starts before giving up and releasing Dean’s hand. “I’m sorry Gabriel woke you. I get the feeling that, like me, you don’t sleep much.”

“Borderline-insomniacs of a feather?” Dean quips to cover the way he immediately halts the retreat he never wanted to initiate.

Dean can’t breathe when he feels Cas laugh, still close enough that the sound echoes across his body as well, warm and tingly and so alive.

“Is- Are you- Do you mind this?” Cas asks, voice quiet and unsure and nothing like the confident growl it had been earlier.

“Do I mind? Cas, I should probably be asking you that since it wasn’t your dick jabbing into my backside this morning. I’m sorry for that by the way, but that should have been a pretty clear indication that I didn’t mind at all and maybe even enjoyed cuddling a little too much.”

“There’s really nothing to apologize for, Dean; it’s a natural response. But responding naturally to stimuli is not the same thing as wanting or enjoying it, so I just wanted to make sure.”

Dean didn’t know how to respond to that and the implication he could clearly read in between Cas’ words. Rage boiled in his veins at the idea that someone might have touched Cas, or worse, without his consent and he nearly drew blood with how tightly he was biting down on his lip.

“I didn’t mind, by the way, so please don’t think that you, that you somehow took advantage of me or something. I wasn’t lying when I told Gabriel I slept better with you here. This is probably the first time in over a month I’ve gotten over five consecutive hours of sleep,” Cas confesses.

“Five? What time is it?”

“It’s around …” Cas checks his phone on the nightstand, “Nine-thirty.”

“Damn. That’s almost unheard of for me. Sam would probably ask if I’m dying too,” Dean admits.

They go silent, content to let each other steal a few more selfish moments in bed. Finally though, Cas let’s out a groan and rolls away from Dean, huffing something about stupid brunches under his breath.

Dean doesn’t have time to be devastated by the loss because Cas immediately sits up and stretched his arms, unintentionally giving Dean a glorious and unobstructed view of the magnificent wings decorating his shoulders and arms.

He can’t help himself, reaching out and lightly stroking one of the photorealistic feathers, awe and wonder possessing him to caress and admire.

Cas back muscle ripples beneath the touch and he turns his head slowly to look over his shoulder. His eyes latch onto Dean’s fingers, still just brushing his skin as if Cas is some holy figure he shouldn’t be daring to touch, tracing the trail of his arm all the way up to his face.

Blue eyes ensnare Dean and he wouldn’t be able to look away even if he wanted to. Something taut and coiled begins to warm between them, getting so hot it scorches the air from Dean’s lungs and strips him of all rational thought.

He’s just about to lean forward and do something reckless like place a kiss on one of those magnificent feathers while maintaining direct eye contact when Cas’ phone starts ringing, startling them both away to their respective edges of the bed.

———

@colorlessjay @destielfangirl24

[noiamexhausted02]

*The kids looking at pictures Dana has*

Santos: Oh my god no way!

Whitaker: what?

Javadi: uhm… is that?

Mel: I believe that’s a young Dr. Robby

Dana: *walking to them and looking at the picture* oh yeah that’s when Dr. Robby was still a resident

Javadi: He looks so different!

Whitaker: Who’s that with him?

Dana: That’s an old friend of Robbys

Robby: *walking by* what’s you guys looking at?

Mel: Oh Dana has some old photos that she brought for us to look at!

Robby: oh yeah

Santos: yeah uhm Dr. Robby is this you? *Gives picture to Robbby*

Robby: *puts on glasses* oh yeah that’s me *smiling softly*

Javadi: Who’s the guy in the picture with you? If you don’t mind me asking.

Robby: *looks up at them* well he was actually a surgeon here and… he’s my ex boyfriend… he was actually the first guy I ever dated

Santos, Javadi, Mel, Whitaker: *Shocked*

Dana: Yup those two were always flirting and it got worse when they started dating *chuckles*

Robby: *blushes* well I don’t think we were that bad

Dana: no you were! *looks at the kids* When they were together he would come down here and he would ONLY stay longer if Robby was on the floor and they would get really close to each other and one time he grabbed Robby’s hip and pulled him in

Robby: *Blushing deep red*

Whitaker: Wow Dr. Robby I didn’t know you liked men as well

Robby: I am bisexual I just don’t tell anyone that especially at work… speaking of work don’t you guys have patients

Santos, Javadi, Mel, Whitaker: *Scrambling to leave*

Robby: *looks back down at the picture* I can’t believe you still have this

Dana: of course I do! I know how much he meant to you and you know I love you that’s why I kept it

Robby: *Looking up at Dana with tears in his eyes* yeah he did mean a lot

Dana: But now you have Jack and he adores you Robby

Robby: I know he does and I adore him

Dana: You can keep the picture

Robby: No I’m okay and plus you’ll keep it safe for me *gives back photo*

Dana: Always

Whitaker: Uhm Dr. Robby I need some help!

(The picture)

[spikershoyo]

FREAK4FREAK4FREAK | oscar piastri x lily zneimer x lando norris | smut | minors DNI!

warnings, tags, and notes: smut, poly relationship, small reference to @lyslsstuff 's own landoscarlily fic, oral sex (fem and masc recieving), landoscar are obsessed with lily's boobs, this is a threeway so of course lando and oscar are gonna fuck, for my landoscarlily enthusiast @lyslsstuff for you, hope you all enjoy! <3 (also posted on my AO3 livvyvivw3k4)

With Lando’s arms around her waist and Oscar’s mouth on hers, Lily is very aware of how lucky she is. A fangirl’s wet dream. 

The whole exchange of how this would work was a blur, but she wasn’t going to stress herself on how it started. Oscar was in a committed relationship, yes, but who could resist Lando Norris? Not even her. So why not let him join in on the fun more than once? 

Now she’s spoiled with touches and praise, feeling one of the two’s hands snake down between her thighs. The soft press against her thin, cotton panties was a giveaway that it was Oscar. She moans softly against Oscar’s lips, his other hand gently cupping her face. Lando was watching this all while she sat perched on his lap, slowly rocking his hips against her ass. 

And while Lando loved the sight, he was quick to get jealous. “Come here, baby.” He whispers, pushing her close to his chest and smashing his lips against hers. This catches Lily off guard, but she’s not complaining. Oscar wants attention as well, never stopping his fingers from teasing her through her soaked undies. 

“Do you know how much we missed you?” Oscar asks, lips now traveling down her neck to her shoulder. Lando smirks against her lips, agreeing. “Osc couldn’t shut up about those videos you sent.” Lily moans as she remembers exactly the ones they’re talking about. 

“I missed you too,” She sighs, pulling away from Lando and falling against Oscar. His hands reach around and grip her boobs, sighing as he gets to finally touch his girlfriend after being away for so long. 

Lando grins and moves her around easily like a doll. “Up on the bed.” He tells the other two to, and they quickly scramble to do so. This amuses Lando, cheeks flushed and lips kiss-swollen. 

She sits in the middle of the hotel bed, her button-up shirt open (she can’t tell to which boy it belonged to now). Lando crawls over to her right side, kissing and nipping her neck, wanting her to have marks in the morning. His hands fondle her chest, big and warm, while she sighs softly. Oscar kisses her again, obsessed with her lips and the noises she makes.

“Want us to fuck you, baby?” Lando’s words are rough but low, pressing a gentle kiss under her ear. She nods wordlessly, not being allowed to think now that she has her boyfriends here, treating her like a little play thing, and she loves it. “Yeah, bet you do.” He smirks again, reaching for Oscar by his shirt, knowing that his boy needs a bit of attention as well. They kiss over Lily, her eyes trying to take in the sight, desperately wanting to commit it to memory. Oscar moans into the kiss, softer hands gripping Lando’s curls. 

Lily whines, her hands reaching for her underwear and pulling it off, her skin hot to the touch, fingers playing with herself as she gets off to them kissing. But Oscar pulls back, breathless, and feels envy for her fingers. Lando takes notice and lets him go, hands dipping under Oscar’s shirt, feeling the skin, admiring the moles and freckles that dot his back. They quickly took the rest of their clothes off, only Lily had the shirt on (to their request). 

Oscar ends up between her legs, eyes closed, and his face held an expression of pure bliss, his girlfriend gasping and tugging at his hair every once in a while. Lando raked his hands through her hair, kissing her temple at times, his own hand in Oscar’s hair, guiding him, at others. “Taste so good, fuck,” Oscar breaths, nuzzling against her clit and pressing a tender kiss right there. 

“Please, oh, please,” Lily isn’t sure what she’s begging for. More? Release? For him to slow down? She can’t tell. But she doesn’t have to, they’ll make a decision for her. “Sit on Osc’s face, love,” Lando murmurs into her cheek, another kiss pressed to her flushed face. Lily looks up at him with a dazed expression, nodding dumbly. 

With Oscar laid bare on the bed, Lily grinding against his face like this might be the last time she’ll cum, Lando takes the advantage and plays with Oscar’s leaking cock. He leans down and licks softly over the velvety skin, having the Aussie moaning into Lily’s cunt. 

Lando giggles softly, blindly reaching for the bottle of lube they’d left on the bed, quickly pouring some over his fingers, quick to work Oscar open. 

He can hear the gasps of pleasure from both of his lovers, getting dizzy with the image before him. He’s obsessed, to say the least. “Yeah, baby. Get nice and wet with her.” Lando purrs. A kiss to his thigh, to his hip, under his belly button, and finally, on the tip of his cock. He licks the bead of pre-cum, sucking on the head gently while adding a third finger to Oscar’s tight rim. 

Oscar bucks up into Lando’s mouth, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Lily coos as she looks down at him, her lips flushed from the kissing and biting. 

Once Lando manages to have Oscar loosen enough, he doesn’t waste time pushing in. He sets a nice, steady pace, keeping a hand around his cock. Lando wants to take a picture, wants to let the world know just how hot they look, wants to cry from how happy and satisfied he is. 

Lily shudders over Oscar’s mouth, her gasps and moans pitchy and whiney, but she grinds against his mouth, playing with her tits and pinching her nipples. “Oscar, fuck,” She sobs softly, a wave of pleasure washing over her before she cums. It feels like soft aftershocks, one hand coming down to play with her clit, seeking more of that buzz. 

Oscar is overwhelmed with everything, hands gripping Lily’s thighs and keeping her there while Lando fucked into him, chasing his own pleasure while jerking him off. When Lily gets sensitive, she slides down his chest and cranes over Oscar to kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. “Mhm, shit,” Oscar heaves, eyes fluttering open, pressing Lily closer as he feels his release coming. 

“You like that, Osc? Like it when I- oh, fuck, when I fuck you?” Lando babbles on, feeling Oscar squeeze around him. Lily bites her lip when she pulls away from Oscar’s kiss. She wants more. 

She crawls down his body and moves Lando’s hand away, letting Oscar sit in her mouth, bucking up occasionally if Lando hits that spongy spot that made him see stars. Lando’s breath hitches at the sight. “Look so fucking pretty, baby. You should have Osc’s cock down your throat more often.” Lily whines, and it makes Oscar choke on a sob of pleasure. 

Before he knows it, he’s coming hard down Lily’s throat, but she doesn’t budge, swallowing everything Oscar had to offer her. She pulls off and licks over his sensitive head. Lando follows close behind, spilling into Oscar’s hole, a blissed out smile on his lips. 

This couldn’t compare to a win, even if they wanted it to. 

[razorblade180]

9 Days of Lancaster Day 6:

Quiet Moments With RNJR

Ruby:Food?

Nora:Check.

Ruby:Fresh water?

Nora:We got it.

Ruby:And the tents are set up. Perfect. Now all we need is Jaune and Ren to comeback with firewood.

The red hooded warrior flopped back onto her sleeping bag, utterly exhausted.

Nora:You good?

Ruby:I’ve done camping, but nothing more than a week. Outdoor life is serious. No wonder Uncle Qrow said “a day out there is worth a week in this school.”

Nora:Oh yeah. This is your first long haul across the country. *sits* Ren and I are pros by force. Honestly, Beacon’s beds were a little too soft at times. Guess I’m too used to roughing it.

Ruby:You think Jaune will be okay?

Nora:His family was big on camping trips. Plus he’s a quick learner. If he can wear armor in a lecture hall, he can lay on dirt.

Ruby:Yeah, I guess you’re right….

Nora:You’re worried about him.

Ruby:Aren’t we all?

Nora:Yeah but you’re…worried. Always have been, haven’t you?

Ruby:..I wouldn’t say always. But yeah, for a while. *cringes* Dare I say before second semester even started.

Nora:Yikes. You’ve been holding that in. I’m jealous. I couldn’t be more obvious and feel like I’m stuck in limbo at times.

Ruby:Hey, Ren loves you. Don’t ever question that. The way he looks at you is how my dad looks when I ask about mom. I can from a single glance that you have his entire heart.

Nora:*red* Oh, th-thanks for that. Kinda nice to have a second opinion.

Ruby:Meanwhile I’m fretting over someone who’s got a lot on their plate and I’m not even sure just how deep the feelings go in the first place. Covers face. Real schoolgirl nonsense outside of a school scenario.

Nora:Give yourself credit. You have just as much on your plate and we’ve only been traveling for about a month. Sure we’ve been out of school longer, but I wouldn’t count everything that happened in between.

Ruby:Sometimes my mind is still there. I bet his is too. I just… I don’t know if I want him to lean on me, or if I’m trying to lean on him. When I try bringing it up it feels awkward and this distance feels visible, but I don’t think it’s him pushing away. I thin I’m-

Nora:Scared?

Nora watch the girl fidget with her hood as she kept her eyes covered with her arm. A long sigh left Ruby’s body. It’s odd. Nora never imagined she’d see so much of herself in a friend. It almost felt like fate. The older redhead stood up and walked over to sit right next to her friend.

Nora:It makes you a little anxious how much you might need him if you unburden every thought; if you allow yourself to feel…exposed. That last thing you want is for them crumble under a stress you never meant to put on them.

Ruby:I don’t want to see anyone else fall apart in front of me.

Nora:Pyrrha, she…she told me something that really stuck with me before and after duos. Of all the challenges she’s faced on and off the field, none of them felt as fun and light as the problems she faced knowing her back was against mine. It made me really happy seeing my presence did that for someone. Ruby, I can say with full confidence Jaune feels that with you.

Ruby:…*sits up* Really?

Nora:Ren and I push him. Pyrrha taught and had faith in him. But…it’s you that makes him believe in himself. It’s you that got him out the door and out here. Hehe, you think nobody ever heard you two constantly talking outside in the hall?

Ruby:*red*Oh…

Nora:You care deeper than you realize. You push each other more than either of you have ever said. Don’t be afraid to put your weight on him. I know my leader and how he sees you; Jaune will support you. You do have to do me a small favor though.

Ruby:Huh? What’s that.

Nora:*ruffles Ruby’s hair* I’m the first bridesmaid.

Ruby:W-What!?

Nora:Hahaha!

Ruby:Where did that come from!?

Nora:Listen, I’m calling it now is all. He likes your new outfit. Don’t tell him, but I caught him staring a couple times in awe.

Ruby:Pfft, what? That’s… r-really?

xxxxxxx

A little ways away, Jaune found another batch of decent dry wood to add to his impressive stack he carried. Ren was no slacker, but it felt like Jaune’s cargo double in size every five minutes.

Ren:Ummm, should we build a bonfire?

Jaune:Huh? Oh! Uh I guess we kinda have more than enough now, don’t we?

Ren:I’d say so. If this was a contest I’d feel bad.

Jaune:Don’t say that. I kinda zoned I guess….

Ren:Wanna talk about it?

Jaune:About what?

Ren:Jaune, you’re clearly distracted. Though I suppose that was the point. Instead of pairing with Ruby, you chose the task where you got to go off and focus on the immediate goal instead of staying behind.

Jaune:Is that why you’re here?

Ren:No. One time I was sick and Nora had to learn to put the tent up. After many, many attempts, she got really good at it. She took so much pride in it that now she won’t let me do it. *smiles*

Jaune:Hehe, that sounds like Nora.

Ren:Yeah, but that story isn’t gonna change the subject. You two have been awkward, and not the usual kind of awkward. Going to lengths to avoid a conversation is admittedly something I’d do. That’s concerning.

Jaune:I wouldn’t say that. I think you’re a pretty great person.

Ren:Thanks, and what makes you great are the many ways you aren’t like me. Like how you’re talkative and expressive. I really admire that part of you, so don’t act like this is normal when it isn’t. You can talk to any one of us. But…while I’ll definitely listen intently, we both know you should be talking to the one person who’s always brought out more of what I think makes you great.

Jaune:Ren, I get what you’re saying but Ruby, she’s dealing with a lot.

Ren:Don’t you think that’s why she wants to talk to you?

The raven haired man walked over and took half of Jaune’s pile out of his hands.

Ren:Hmm. It really isn’t that much with two people. *walks away*

Jaune:…But what if you had the same amount as me from the start? Or…what if you didn’t realize just how heavy it was until you took it?

Ren:…Good question. Somehow, I just know how despite it all, it would feel lighter regardless.

Jaune:….

xxxxxxx

About twenty minutes later, the two returned with the firewood. After putting it down, Nora and Ren quickly got to work making the fire. Ruby was about to help when she felt Jaune gently grab her arm. He didn’t say anything and yet she knew to follow him as they walked a little ways away.

Nora:Think they’ll be okay?

Ren:With you looking after them, how could they not be?

Nora:..*smiles* Yeah well, what can I say? I have a pretty amazing person that helps ground me.

Ren:Oh really? I’m glad.

Nora:Wish he yapped more though. I like hearing his thoughts.

Ren:*red* He will try…

xxxxxx

Ruby:What’s up? Everything okay?

Jaune:No. I uhhh, I’m sorry if I’ve felt a little distant or haven’t been-

She holds his hands immediately, looking him with kind, gentle eyes that fought back fear.

Ruby:There’s nothing to apologize for. Honest. Things feel weird because they are. Simple as that. It’s okay to need space.

Jaune:Space isn’t something I need from you. I hope you know that. I’m here so, if you need me, don’t hold back.

Ruby:*looks down* Sometimes I…let my mind wander. I end up back in the hallway right before Penny…you know.

Jaune:You tried you hardest, Ruby.

Ruby:So did you. And I know you probably don’t want to hear or believe that but it’s true. Sometimes I catch you staring off and without saying anything I just know that…you’re in the same spot as me. I’m stuck in that hallway and you’re in that locker.

Her hands were trembling. Or maybe it was his own? Regardless, when she looked at him with tears in her eyes that matched his, Jaune knew they were definitely trapped in the same spot.

Ruby:I don’t know if talking about it will make it better. I’ll be honest, I don’t. I still want to though. With you, cause the last thing I want is for you to fight this feeling alone. It’s been kicking my butt hehe.

Jaune:Yeah it’s…it’s not great, haha. Sorry I…gods, this sucks. Things feel bad but yet I’m smiling? Maybe I am at my limit?

Ruby:Same! Hehe. Jaune I…I need you, and I’m sorry if that feels weird or wrong but I want you to need me too. Not just for this, but for whatever comes after. If I lose you, I think I just might-

Her entire body was yanked forward, falling right into warm arms that held her so tightly. Yet Ruby felt held the upmost care. So much so that her tears finally fell. Her arms wrapped around his back and she didn’t dream of letting him go.

Jaune:I got you. So please, don’t let go. Never let go. We’re partners. You’re stuck with me.

Ruby:I promise. I’m with ya. Partners. Right to the end.

[magicalqueennightmare]

Echo-Part 2

John Walker x Reader (nicknamed Echo)

The team manages to track you down

Warnings: Mention of violence, injuries, scars

“Tell us what you know about her Walker” Bucky was trying to tackle this logically. You had somehow managed to get around the security protocols, hide away within the tower, take on three of them and walk away. You were angry and certain that John had set up your unit on a silver platter. You were dangerous and needed to be found.

John sat there, staring at his hands. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. The look in your eyes. That woman he once knew, the one who cracked jokes in the midst of a firefight, the one who gritted her teeth when she was getting stitched up only to complain for three days when she got an MRE she didn’t like… she was gone.

The scars that littered your face and what he could see of your neck. What the hell had you gone through? Why had he been told you were dead? He would’ve gone after you, figured out a way…hell he would have begged Sam and Bucky on his hands and knees if need be to get you out.

“JOHN!” Bucky spoke and he startled, looking up “Sorry. What?” Yelena sighed “This Echo. What do you know about her?” “She has all the training I do. Exceeds in hand to hand combat, can handle any weapon that she gets her hand on, damn good at covert ops”

“Anything else?” Bucky asked and he shook his head “I don’t know. I was told she was dead. I thought she was dead” “Why does she think you leaked intel on her team?” Ava asked and he shrugged “I don’t know. I’m guessing probably the same reason I was told she was dead. Look you all can believe me or not but that woman…I never would’ve put her unit’s life in danger like that”

“So, she was cornered by two super soldiers and an enhanced human and her reaction was to throw a knife then a flash bomb?” Alexei asked and Ava nodded. He started laughing “I like this woman. She’s full of such fire. Reminds me of my girls. Does it not Yelena?”

Yelena shrugged “I mean, I have to admit I am impressed” Bucky sighed “Can we all reel in the damn adoration for a woman that managed to break into the tower, hide right under our noses and nearly killed one of us” “Yeah but she had good reason!” Yelena argued and John stood “I didn’t leak any fucking intel!”

“Everyone calm down” Bucky ordered and everyone took a step back. “Easy for you to say, she didn’t want to fight you. Has respect for you” Ava laughed. Bucky shook his head “I’m calling Sam. I’ll get him a photo of her, see if we can track her somehow. Maybe find her safehouse. For now, we double up on the security protocol and John, try not to get killed until we figure this out”

Your one chance and you blew it. “DAMMIT” you kicked the table across the safehouse. One good thing about your boots, they were steel toed. You sank down in the chair, holding your head in your hands. The look in John’s eyes. The bastard had the nerve to look shocked when he saw you. Guess he didn’t think you’d manage to walk out of that ambush alive. Hell you barely did. You winced when your side pulled.

You tugged your tact shirt up and over your head and saw the line of blood on your side. Fuck, you must have caught it when you slipped out of the building. You weren’t able to be as careful on the exit as you were on the entrance. You threw your shirt down on the chair as you stood up and went in search of your first aid kit. Looked like you were gonna have to throw a stitch or two into it but what were a few more scars to your body?

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You clenched your teeth as you worked the needle through the flesh. Memories flashed through your head of John and Lemar “Only female this go round and the toughest bastard out of us all” Lemar teased as the medic sewed you up. You winked at him “Gotta be” John shook his head at you both “A soldier is a soldier. Doesn’t matter if they’re a man or a woman” you raised an eyebrow “Then why do you not make direct eye contact when my shirt has to come off? They’re just tits John. I know you’ve seen some before” and that caused Lemar to crack up laughing.

You shook your head. That was the past. Years ago. Lemar was dead and the John you knew? He was dead too. Your job was to put down the thing that had grown in his place. You snipped the thread then tied it off. You reached for the gauze and taped it up too. Couldn’t be bleeding out before the job was done.

“Ok, she entered back into the states under a different identity. Amelia O’Rourke is the name she used” Sam told Bucky as he read off the file in his hand. “This woman has an impressive service record man. No wonder she said she has respect for you. I did some digging, her unit was ambushed. Some were killed on spot, some were taken. She was the only one still living when the pentagon got off their asses to send a team weeks later”

“Why does she think John leaked intel?” Bucky asked and Sam shrugged “I don’t know. I can find records of her when she was in a hospital in Germany, in Prague then back to the base in London. After that? She went dark and the next occurrence was her coming through under Amelia. I’ll keep digging” “Thanks Sam” Bucky told him then Sam hung up the video call.

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John was going through every place nearby that could be used as a safehouse. Every place he would have used, every place he thought you would use. He needed to be doing something. He needed to find you.

Sam and Torres knew enough people to find out some of what went down with your unit. There was an ambush while you were on patrol. No one should have known what route you were taking. The ones that weren’t killed on the spot were taken prisoner and when a team was finally sent you were the only one still alive.

He knew you, he knew what that guilt was doing to you. He wasn’t sure why you were so damn certain he’d leaked the intel. Hell he had no access to the intel. He hadn’t even known you were redeploying until Lemar let it slip that day. Even if he knew, even if he would’ve had the intel…no one would have gotten it out of him. He wouldn’t have risked your unit, wouldn’t have risked you.

“You care for her” Yelena was watching him as he poured over the tablet and screens. “That was a statement, not a question” “That was actually an observation. You’re angry” she replied and he finally looked up, dropping the tablet to the table as he slammed both hands palm down “You’re damn right I’m angry! How would you feel? I’ve lost everyone who meant something to me and turns out she’s alive. She went through hell and I was told she was dead. She was suffering while I could’ve done something about it!”

“She wants to kill you” Yelena reminded him and he shrugged “If all of you need to use me as bait to lure her out? So be it. I want answers. I want to know why she is certain I did this” “And when you find those answers? What if you were in some way responsible?” Yelena pushed and he shook his head “I know I wasn’t”

Your burner rang and you picked it up to look at the screen. You didn’t recognize the number but if you kept the call under the time allotted for a trace it would be fine. “Hello?” “Echo, you want John Walker?” you recognized the voice Yelena Belova. You’d heard her the other night in the tower “Belova or should I call you Yelena?” “Yelena please. If he did what you say. I don’t want to be on the team with him”

“And you must think I’m a fucking idiot Yelena” you laughed and hung up. Did they really think you were going to walk into a trap that damn easily? You dropped your phone to the floor and crushed it under the heel of your boot. Guess it was time to change safehouses and form a new plan.

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“So, what was the point of the phone call if we knew it wasn’t going to work?” John asked, pacing the floor behind Yelena and Bucky. “To get her on the move. We narrowed down possible locations but we have to get her moving” he nodded but couldn’t focus. Being stuck in this damn tower was grating his nerves.

Mere minutes passed before a loud ting went off and an image pulled up to the center of the screen. It was you, getting into a rather beat down looking car. “Follow her with any cameras available. Once we see where she lands we’ll form an extraction plan”

You knew they were coming. Whether they realized it or not. You walked into the safe house to get ready. You weren’t sure who they were sending. The only one you couldn’t prepare for was Starr. She had abilities you couldn’t combat. You had half an hour tops. Part of you hoped John would put in to come. If you could kill him when they tried to pull an extraction it would make things so much easier.

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“You shouldn’t have come” Bucky argued John and he shook his head “And just send you and Belova?” Yelena rolled her eyes “I am the best option out of all of us. She’s more likely to trust me than either of you. I am not a man”

John cut his eyes at her “What is that supposed to mean?” Yelena held his gaze “Who do you think was her captives genius?” and he felt his stomach churn. He hadn’t thought about that. “You don’t think a lot do you?” she asked and shook her head as the car slowed and parked. “Move fast, stay low. We don’t want to hurt her. We just want to get her back to the tower” Bucky reminded them.

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“Here comes the party” you muttered to yourself as the door creaked open. Bucky was the first in, followed by John then Yelena.

You let them spread out, clearing the house before slipping up from the area in the floor. John had his back to you but spun around. He froze when he saw you “Echo, I didn’t do this” “Like hell” you swung on him and he blocked it so you dropped low, sweeping his legs out from under him.

He got to his feet and the two of you went blow for blow or rather you swung, he blocked. He wasn’t actively trying to hit you. He was trying to keep you from hitting him. “Fight back” you ordered, swinging again. He caught your fist and spun you around so your back was to his chest “No, I’m not going to fucking hurt you” you laughed “Good thing I don’t mind hurting you” and brought your head back, hearing a crunch when it connected solidly with his nose. He let you go and you turned to see the blood and tilted your head to look at him “Look at that, super soldiers can bleed”

The asshole wiped the blood away and shook his head “Come on Echo, you got more than that” and waved a hand at you. He actively tried to swing a time or two but while he was a hell of a lot stronger his fighting style hadn’t changed. You knew each other too damn well.

For every punch there was a block. “Enough” you reached for the gun on your side and felt two taser darts embed themselves in your neck right before the world went dark.

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“She drew blood” Bucky seemed almost impressed as he picked your limp body up and tossed it over his shoulder. John wiped the rest of the blood away from his nose and shrugged “Not for the first time. Let's grab her gear and get back to the tower. Belova grab everything. I want to know why she’s certain I’m guilty when she wakes up”

They quickly cleared the safehouse, grabbing all your belongings and doing a once over under the floorboards before securing your hands and taking all weapons Yelena could find on your person away. “She’s going to be fun” Yelena laughed, climbing in the backseat next to you and John shook his head “If only you knew the half of it”

@desimarie12

[littlevenicebiatch]

Doctor

You were a doctor, a military doctor to be precise, you partly lived on a secret base in the middle of nowhere. Work was good, the soldiers were flirty but respectful. There was only one you had never seen up close before, Simon. He never went to the medical room, or so you thought. It was late one night, when you had fallen asleep in the medical room. But there was a loud noise which had woken you up. And there he stood, a clearly hurt Simon, stealing medical supplies.

You stood up and approached him slowly. "Simon?" You asked, your voice still raspy. He turned around and pinned you against the wall, only then he realized who you were. "Oh, sorry." He mumbled before letting you go, only a little to slowly. "Its all right." You replied. "What are you doing here?" "Nothing." He said, holdding bandages and pain killers. You raised an eyebrow. "You know, if you are hurt, you can come to me, I dont bite." "I dont need any help." He said sternly. "Sure, but sometimes its still good to get some. Sit down." You were direct, so he obeyed and sat down on the medical bed. "You dont need to-" "But I will." So you opened his shirt, underneath there was a big wound. You took some desinfectant and started cleaning the woun. He hissed, but allowed you to help him. "I know it hurts, I'm sorry." "'s fine." He said, a bit too quickly. "Sure." You were done cleaning himm up and putting bandages over the wound. "Wanna get a cigarette?" You asked, and surpisingly he agreed. So you sat there, outside base on a bench, you handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. He nodded in appreciation.

"Why dont you ever come to me for help?" Your voicce was sweet and quiet, in comparison his was rough and deep. "Because I dont like the feeling of being vulnerable." He was more honest than you had excpevted. "Oh." "Yeah." "Well, you can always come to my room, I wouldnt tell anyone the big guy needs my help." Simon smiled at that. "Thank you." He exhaled the smokke away from your face.

"I just, I cant stand being around you." "oh." "Because I- I am desperate for you, ever since I first saw you I have been dreaming of my mouth on those perfect tits, my dick burried inside of you, you moaning underneath me." "oh." "Yeah" "Simon-I god, I am fatteret really but.." "But?" "But i-ugh fuck it." You leaned in and kissed him deeply, he responded by putting his hands on your waist, pulling you into his lap. You moaned into his mouth and it sounded like heaven to him. "God, 'been dreaming bout this." Simon mumbled as he picked you up and effortlessly arried you to his quarters. Simon put you on his bed, he locked the door and turned around. "Just so we understand eachother, if we do this, you are mine. I will devour you, I will treat ya right and I will love ya. Understood?" "Understood." You replied, and that was that. He wasnt as rough as you might think, he was careful, he started off with kissing you everywhere, sucking, licking even. Then he started using his fingers, then his big cock. It was pierced, that was a surprise. A good one.

And when you were done and laying in his arms, he held you tightly. "Thank you." He whispered. You giggled. "Did you just thank me for sex?" "Yeah." He seemed emberassed now. "This was just.. this was amazing." "It was." You agreed, before falling asleep.

[sassconvict]

Oneshot

Distraction

Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: Joel offers to help you study but ends up being more of a distraction…

Warnings: This is purely smut, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talk

Word count -> 1.7k

You’re sitting sprawled out on Joel’s living room floor, papers scattered all around you, textbooks stacked on each other, and your pencil case empty with its contents filling up more space on the floor.

Joel walks in, but you don’t even notice him; you’ve taken the saying “head in the books” to a whole new meaning and you are fully unaware of anything around you.

He speaks out to you, “Hey baby, how’s the studying going?” He grabs a beer from the fridge while he waits for your response, but it never comes. He then walks over to you and waves his hand in front of your face to get your attention.

“Hello? Are you there?” He says while laughing, and this finally breaks you out of your trance.

You shake your head and reply to him, “Oh hey, when did you get home?” Totally oblivious to the fact he has been trying to talk to you for the past couple of minutes.

He rolls his eyes, “Just a couple of minutes ago, how’s the studying going?”

You look up from your study notes to meet his eyes, “It’s-uhh-it’s going. I just feel like I keep reading over the same things over and over, and it’s just leaving my brain immediately,” you say as you let out a sigh.

“Maybe you should take a break,” Joel says as he walks over and sits on the couch behind you and starts to rub your shoulder.

His touch alone causes a shiver down your spine, and the way his hands work out the knots that have built in your shoulders and neck from hunching over studying all day brings a soft moan out of you.

Joel laughs, “Yeah? Does that feel good? And before you can answer him, he speaks again, “I know it feels good, darling.”

You take your hand and reach back to place it on his.

“It feels so good, babe, but I can’t take a break yet. Need to do a bit more, and then I’ll call it quits for the night, okay?”

“Whatever you say, darlin, want me to help you?” Joel asks you.

His question surprises you a bit and gets a quiet laugh out of you, but Joel can tell by the way your shoulders moved under his hands that you were laughing at the suggestion.

“And what’s so funny about that, huh?” He asks teasingly as he takes his hands from your shoulders, uses them to shove the textbooks and papers sitting beside you, and takes their spot on the ground.

“No-no, it’s not funny,” you try and play it off, but he can tell when you are lying because you let out a little giggle after the words leave your mouth.

He takes his hands and grabs you by the shin to turn your face to his, “You don’t think I would be any help?”

You look into his eyes and place your hand on his thigh, causing his eyes to flicker down to where your hand sits.

“I never said that— I just think that maybe you’d be more of— um— a distraction,” you finally admit to him, and this causes him to scoff and release your chin from his hands.

“Me? A distraction? I don’t think so, darling. Pass me your notes, I’ll quiz you” he offers.

You play into his game and pass him your notebooks, and he begins to ask you questions, but he finds himself having trouble pronouncing some of the words.

“Fuck, my girl is so smart. You know what these all mean?”

“Well, I’m trying, but you stole my notes from me,” you say back with a laugh mixed in.

“Hmm, guess you’re right,” Joel replied before sliding the notebook on the floor over to the other side of the room, “whoops, looks like the notebook is saying it’s time for a break.”

You shake your head and smile at him, “Is that so?”

“Yup.”

You both stare at each other for a moment; you can see the need in his eyes, and finally, he moves towards you and closes the distance. Catching your mouth with his, he kisses you hungrily and slips his tongue into your mouth, which causes a moan to slip out, and you push your tongue against his.

He breaks the kiss and sits back for a second before reaching behind you and moving all of your study material out of the way before coming back and kissing you again. The kiss deepens and he pushes you slightly so that your back is on the floor now. Your legs are spread with him between them, you can feel his hardening cock press against you and your body is on fire and you realize you need him.

It’s like he hears your thoughts because he pushes himself on you, causing friction and gaining a moan from both of you. He continues to push his now very hard cock on you and you can feel how soaked you are just from this.

He moans into your mouth before breaking the kiss and sitting back a bit to look down between you, he notices the wet spot on his jeans from your arousal and he groans and looks back to your face.

“So fucking wet for me huh? Knew you needed a break” he says in a low voice, he sounds so sexy when he’s worked up like this.

“Joel-please” you practically whine at him.

He slowly brings his hands lower, tracing his fingers down your body and stopping right before he reaches where he knows you need him.

“Please what”

“Please touch me-fuck I need you, please Joel”

He hums as his fingers finally touch your aching core, bringing his finger through your folds and collecting your arousal on his fingers before bringing them to his mouth. He looks you in the eyes as he puts his finger with your wetness into his mouth.

“Fuck baby you taste so good, how’d I get so lucky”

He brings his lips back to yours and you can taste yourself on your lips, you then feel his finger make their way back down to your dripping core. You buck your hips trying to get more from him but he shakes his head.

“So fucking impatient, you need me that badly huh”

You don’t reply, just nod and grab the top of his shoulder and pull him closer to you.

He gives in and you can feel his finger push into you and it’s like something ignites in you. Moans start leaving your mouth as he adds his other finger and circles your clit with his thumb.

“So good for me, squeezing my fingers. You’re so fucking tight.”

His words are making you fall apart, and you can feel yourself coming closer and closer to your release.

“Oh baby, you’re so close, come for me please. Wanna feel you come on my fingers”

This sends you completely over the edge; your legs start to shake, and you moan out his name as your orgasm hits its peak.

His fingers don’t slow down; he carries you through your orgasm, and when it almost gets too much, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth again.

“So fucking sweet, you think you can handle more? I need to fucking feel you, baby.”

You nod rapidly at him and reach for the button and zipper of his jeans.

“So eager,” he says as he pulls off his pants and his boxers before standing up and putting his hand out to you. You take it, and he pulls you off the floor and guides you over into the kitchen, where he pushes you so that your body is bent over the kitchen table before swiping his length through your slick folds before pushing himself inside you.

You immediately let out a moan as he stretches you out, your pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck—feels so good, Joel,” you say before letting out another moan as he pulls out and slams back into you.

“Feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby, could do this for hours.”

One of his hands sits on your waist, while the other is on your lower back, pushing you against the table as he slams into you repeatedly. He curses and moans your name, and this causes you to let out a loud moan. His fast pace is beginning to make your knees shake, but he doesn’t stop. He takes his hand that is on your waist and brings it to your clit, where he starts rubbing circles on it, causing you to push up against his hand on your back, needing him to be closer. He grabs onto your neck and holds you so that your back is pushed against his chest, and he continues to fuck you.

You can feel another orgasm creeping up on you, and he can tell by the way your legs start to give out and your eyes shut tightly. Non-stop moans are leaving your mouth now.

“I can feel how close you are, let go for my baby, I’ve got you.”

A few more thrusts and circles of his thumb on your clit, and you’re sent over the edge. You couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than this does right now. Your pussy is clenching down on his cock as you release on him, and he groans loudly before feeling him twitch inside you, and you know he is about to cum.

“Fill me up, Joel, I need you to cum for me.”

This is all he needed because he plunges deep in you, and you feel his release begin to fill you up. He thrusts a few more times before coming to a stop. His head lays on your shoulder as he catches his breath before pulling out of you.

“Fuck, you’re are going to be the death of me, woman,” he says as he laughs.

And you reply while rolling your eyes, “What about me? I was supposed to be studying. Study break is over.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be taking another study break soon, darling,” he teases you and winks before coming up to you and placing a kiss on your lips again.

***AN: Okay first Oneshot, sorry if it’s short and feels rushed. Didn’t have a lot of time but wanted to write something 😏

Hope you like it