#my head ran off with this prompt and I liked it tbh

[becca-e-barnes]

"I'm Not Sure At All This Is Safe, But I Want To Try It Anyway."

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: KNIFE PLAY, masturbation, cockwarming, degradation, praise, pet names, no actual harm but there are some threats

Summary: You and Bucky try knife play for the first time

A/N: This was just a fun little piece I wrote on a plane a while ago! It was based on a fantastic prompt from a cutie so it started out as a piece with original characters, please excuse any corrections that I missed! Some feedback was taken on board after I wrote it originally (thank you for that! 💗)

PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IF KNIFE PLAY MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE

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“I’m not sure at all this is safe, but I want to try it anyway.”  Bucky had the gentle curl of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips running his thumb down the length of the dark handle with more than a little trepidation.

“Of course it’s safe.  It’s not like it’s too sharp.  There’s really very little risk involved if everything goes smoothly.”  You were significantly more confident than he was, at least.  It had been your idea after all.  It had taken him a little while to warm up to the suggestion, as was to be expected but he had to admit, curiosity had blossomed in him faster than he had anticipated.

“And what do you want me to do with it?” He questioned, now running his thumb along the length of the blade, the sharp edge biting into the pad of his thumb, making the instrument almost feel heavier in his hands.  It was only a couple of inches long but the gravity of what you both wanted to use it for made him all the more aware of its weight.

“Just trail it over me a little.  You’ll get a feel for it once you try it.”  Your excitement was infectious, your eyes full of mischief as you relieved him of the weight of the knife in his hands.  You weren't scared of it; in truth, Bucky thought you looked rather at ease as you gripped the pommel in one small fist, using your other hand to pull one of the straps of your bra away from your skin, sliding the metal under the fabric.

He could only watch as you dragged the knife against the thin strap and within a few seconds, the fabric gave way, the snapping elastic providing a satisfying recoil.

“Do the other side?”  Good.  A starting point.  Something to ease him into it.  The pommel was back in his hand and from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, he didn’t have long to contemplate what he was doing before you had slotted yourself back on top of him.

He mirrored your earlier actions, tugging the underwear away from your skin and sliding the flat edge of the knife underneath, just past the end of your clavicle.  The way the delicate black fabric sliced was mesmerising, coming apart under his fingertips, or rather, the unrelenting edge of the blade.

“You’re getting it.”  You hummed contently, reaching behind yourself to unhook the clasps with one hand, letting the ruined garment fall to the floor in a heap.  “Don’t over-think it.  Do what feels right but if you want to stop, you only have to tell me.”

He had to admit, there was a thrill to this that he hadn’t anticipated.  Holding the knife came with a heavy sense of control, a feeling of power and dominance that he didn’t often fall into naturally but you were now trusting him with and he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“Don’t be scared of it.  I’m not.”  It was right about then that he first recognised your arousal and felt a little silly for not having noticed already.  As you repositioned herself in his lap, you took hold of his wrists, guiding his free hand down to the apex of your thighs, letting his fingers wonder past the lace panties and delighting in how he quickly got the hint and pushed them aside.  You were dripping wet.  Even the insides of your thighs were soaked.  Clearly you were more into this than you had wanted to admit when the pair of you had first discussed it and he was now finding your arousal hard to ignore.

“You’re getting off on this?  You know how fucked up that is?”  He teased, lowering his voice and letting himself slip into the role.  His fingers trailed through your delicate folds, accumulating your natural slick before they tapped repeatedly over your clit.  He brought the blade to your skin, pressing the sharpened edge flush with your body, just under the swell of your breast in a way that he imagined ran perpendicular with your spine.

“Careful now, don’t squirm around.  You don’t want my hand to slip.”  His fingers continued their tapping motion, a small amount of give allowed between the metal and your skin as you writhed from the stimulation.

“This is perfect.  Keep going.”  Your voice was so soft, he almost missed it.  You were the very sound of breathy lust, of someone so delighted in the reality of a fantasy you had kept secret for entirely too long.

He couldn’t quite place whether it was your interest in this or the sheer power trip that was encouraging his dick to quickly stiffen between your bodies.  He surmised it must have been a combination of factors.

“I can’t believe you soaked through your panties, just from letting me trail a knife over this pretty little body.”  His tone had more bite than the edge of the knife did, for now at least.  “Do you know how filthy you have to be to want this?  Getting yourself all wet and flustered for me, just because you know I could hurt you.”

The soft moan that left your lips was everything he had hoped for.  He could see you were needy and getting more desperate by the minute, the thin line between pain and pleasure getting so blurred in your head while being denied too much of both sensations.

“Take me inside you.  I want you to keep me warm.  Try not to squirm though, and don’t even think about fucking yourself on me.”  It didn’t matter that he was rarely so demanding in the bedroom.  Tonight, he was in total control and exercising it beautifully.

You did as he asked, shifting your panties to the side once more before arranging you both so that you could slide down on his length, just as he had asked.  Bucky marvelled at the fact he slid inside you so easily, the blade removed from your skin for just a second for the sake of safety.  “Good girl, sweetheart.”  He smirked, watching your eyes roll back as you bottomed out, taking every last inch of him and claiming them all as your own.

“It’s hard to sit still.”  Your voice came out whiney, need getting the better of you, your hips rolling minutely but more than enough to get his attention.

“What did I fucking tell you?”  He hissed, his breath hot against your neck as he reached around you, trailing the blade ever so gently down your spine from midway between your shoulder blades.  “Sit still.  Don’t move.  Be very fucking careful.”  The cool metal left goosebumps in its wake and encouraged a shiver that you just weren't brave enough to allow your body to succumb to.

“Fuck, this isn’t fair.”  You were beyond desperate.  He could feel the way your body pulsed, throbbing with need around the length so beautifully seated inside you.  He didn’t deny you often and he could tell you were struggling to come to terms with it, even if it was exactly what you had asked him to do.

“Fine.  If you want to fuck yourself stupid on me, be my guest.  We both know it won’t take much.  You’re half way there already.  But if you get hurt, it’s on you.  I’ll hold the knife where I want and if you get too close, you’d better hope you can stop yourself in time.”  The calm efficiency with which he spoke was only mirrored in the way he trialed the very tip of the knife up the inside of your bare thigh, letting the metal bite into the soft flesh a little.  It never so much as pricked the skin, it was only ever enough to keep you alert and God, you needed it.

“Please, please just let me cum.”  You sobbed, giving him the softest, sweetest eyes you could muster, only to be scoffed at in return.

“Make yourself cum.  There’s nothing stopping you.  If you’re so slutty that you can’t wait, you can get yourself off.  I just won’t be awfully kind to you.”  In truth, you loved getting him like this.  Testing his limits, letting him negotiate, all the while knowing that you would get what you wanted regardless.

He watched with feigned indifference as your fingers found their way between your bodies, under your panties to rub at your own clit.

“Stupid slut.  Let me help.”  He chuckled, running the blade under the left strap, then the right, letting the frayed lace come apart under his touch.

With the panties left in tatters, your fingers only moved faster, tiny little whimpers and sobs of pleasure falling from your parted lips.  You were a vision of pleasure in those few seconds.  A pleasure that was unperturbed by the blade trailing up your tummy, up between your breasts and back down.  If anything, your pleasure was only intensified by it.  

“B-Bucky…”. You gasped and under any other circumstances, he knew you would have been horrified by how pathetic your voice sounded.

You were close.  He could feel your body tensing and tightening, fluttering like you were about to lose all control.

“Be careful.  Don’t forget about the knife.” He reminded, watching how it only made you that little bit more frantic.  He wouldn’t let it hurt you, that wasn't an option.  As you hurtled over the edge into ecstasy, he pressed it to your skin, letting you roll you hips as you sobbed out your release into the crook of his neck.  This was bliss.  Taking what you needed on your own terms while Bucky was still very much in control.  Keeping your agency while surrendering your body to his care.

“Good girl.  That’s it, I know.  I know that feels good.”  Bucky cooed softly, letting you steal your pleasure from his body for as long as possible, drawing it out to the very end. 

“Fuck me.”  You demanded, not missing a beat after your own orgasm had subsided.  “Put the knife to my throat and fuck me.”

[romanoffsbish]

A Love Worth Making

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!R

Prompts | Request

“I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.” / “Could you be any wetter/harder?” / “Be a good girl and swallow that for me.”

Warnings: Drinking — They’re adorable tbh.

Smut: Mommy (W), Baby/Good Girl (R), Soft Sex, Blowjob / Facial (W has a dick), Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Fingering, Overstimulation. (R is a little bratty)

18+ | Minors DNI

Wanda's eyes lit up at the sight of you across the room, wearing the most form fitting suede suit she'd ever seen you in as you talked up Tony's plastered rich friends in search of donors for the boys and girls club of NYC.

The sight of you, muscles flexing beneath your jacket reminded her of what you look like bare. "Fuck," she grumbled affectedly under her breath, her cock twitched at the memory of that day when she caught you changing after one of your Tuesday gym sessions with Nat.

"Looks like someone's got a crush," Natasha teased, eyes lingering on the rising of her best friends pants, "Y/N is a total hottie, I get it."

——

Wanda snatched her drink from her hand and glared at her with a raging fire behind her eyes. Natasha threw her hands in the air, "It was just an observation Wan, don't throw me across the room, especially when you haven't the time," the redhead tilted her glass, and that's when Wanda saw your smiling form headed her way.

"Hey ladies, I'm already at $2,000 for the night," you beamed, and graciously accepted the drink Natasha handed your way, "How about you take a break then Y/N/N, and I'll take over instead," the redhead offered, and as she went to take over she winked at Wanda.

"Hey Wands," you greeted the tense woman with a bright smile, watching happily at the way her shoulders relaxed upon hearing you.

"Hey Y/N/N," Wanda softly whispered, it was honestly hard to speak with you so close, your eyes sparkled with a consuming warmth, and up close she could see there wasn't more than a pale pink bralette beneath your suit jacket.

The sight of your skin alone already had her in a daze. Then you looked up at her through your lashes with your lips wrapped around the thin straw of your drink, that had her body heating up fast. Images of you on your knees, with her cock inside your mouth instead took her breath away, something even you couldn't miss.

"Wands, are you okay?" you reached out to feel her forehead, "Oh my, love, you're burning up."

Wanda watched you reach over the bar with a inquisitive pout on her face, you grabbed two bottles of water, then without much thought you intertwined your hands, and escorted the super flustered woman to her room. Once there you sat her down on the edge of the mattress, took her jacket and shoes off for her, then handed her the bottle of water, “Drink up!”

"I can run to the store, get you some medicine."

Wanda finally came back to herself when she saw you preparing to leave, "Not necessary."

"Wanda, honey please, you are sick, and I don't mind taking care of you," you softly reiterated, and the witch smiled graciously, but after a moment of reflection she was slyly smirking,

"I saw you naked once," she nonchalantly admits, jumping up quickly she trapped your unmoving body against her door, her nimble hands settled over a hip, and a cheek as she peered into your widened eyes, "And now I can't stop thinking about it," she gently smiled at you, "How about you take care of that?"

Wanda leaned her body against yours slowly, "Come on baby, you'd look so good with your lips wrapped around mommy's dick," she ran the pad of her calloused thumb over your lips and you could feel your shaky resolve collapse. Along with you as you settled onto your knees, obedience swimming in your eyes, "Good girl."

Her pants were quickly discarded, and she blushed when you eagerly removed her boxers. Knowing you wanted her just as bad as she'd wanted you pumped her surprisingly low ego up, and seeing your mouth fall open in shock at the sight of her large member well, it stroked it.

"Could you be any harder?" You teased her as you gripped her at the base, and began to lazily stroke her shaft, you saw her knees nearly buckle, but the ego you'd inflated was keeping her upright. Seeing her smirking down at you like this made your cunt throb with insatiable need, and next thing you knew you were preparing her cock for your desperate hole.

"Mmm, there you go," Wanda groaned as you used your tongue to teasingly trail over the pulsing veins of her cock just before you took half of her length into your mouth. There was no perceivable rush, but you moved as if there was, your hands stationed firmly against her ass for stability as you bobbed your head.

Wanda was turned on beyond recognition, she's honestly never been too keen on rushed intimacy like this, but with you it's all she can really do to not to just destroy you. With the way you had managed to take all seven inches down your throat as you looked up at her through your lashes with hollowed out cheeks to increase the pleasurable pressure, it had her on the ledge of bliss, ready to dive right into it.

The sinful noises you would make only drove her crazier honestly, every time her hips would jerk of their own volition you'd gag, she'd pulse in your mouth as your throat constricted around her sensitive tip, and this last instance of it sent her into rather dangerous territory.

"Be a good girl and swallow for me," she husked, and you found the way she slyly asked for your consent to do so hot, so you moaned out a fuck yes, and she let go when she felt the hum of your agreement around her shaft, she moaned brokenly as her cum shot down your throat in long spurts of white, and just as promised you swallowed it all down as she pulled her semi- soft cock from between your swollen lips with a sigh of total reluctance.

The winter chill in the air surrounded her wet member, and the sensation combined with the sight of you had her cock pulsing again, and without any warning she was cumming all over your unsuspecting face, "Fuck, I'm sorry," she panted, her hand haphazardly went to wipe it off but you caught her wrist, "Leave it there."

"Wh-what?" Wanda was dumbfounded, she stared into your blown out eyes in awe, there was this air of wildness to them she'd never been blessed to see before, and she loved it.

"I love the way you feel on my face mommy," you nuzzled your nose against hers and left your lips to ghost over hers, the ball was in her court, and she took her shot by closing the gap. 

Wanda groaned into your open mouth when she felt your hips pressing into hers, the feeling of your sued suit agitated her, and her moan was followed by a whimper when she flicked her wrist, your clothes now out of the way, with the frigid air brushing over your heated skin.

“Baby,” she gripped your hips with a bruising force, “If you want mommy’s cock, then beg.”

You huffed, “In your dreams,” and truth be told it was apart of yours too, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. “Fine, if you won’t beg, how about I see if your pussy will do it for you…”

Wanda chuckled hotly as your body shivered, her fingers trailed through your slit, she had to bite back a gasp, because you were absolutely drenched, and as she pulled her fingers from between your thighs she put the glorious shine on display for you both against the hanging lights above you, "Could you be any wetter?"

You chuckled softy at her teasing return of your earlier sentiments, then in a devious manner you pressed your ass against her upright cock, "Why not fuck me and find out? I could be drenching your sheets as we speak if you'd—."

Fuck around and find out, that's what they all say, and that's exactly what Wanda did. She shut you up, replacing your taunting words with screams of pleasure as she filled you from behind, she wrapped an arm around your waist so she could maneuver you until you were on her mattress with your face pressed into it.

Wanda was slow at first with her thrusting pattern, she wasn’t exactly sure where tonight would lead so she wanted to savor the feel of you just in case this wasn’t mutually wanted. The thought of that broke her heart, and the fear bled into her pattern because she gripped your hips even tighter then began to fuck you into the mattress without holding back at all.

"Fill me up mommy, wanna feel you inside," you pleaded, and Wanda felt a premature spurt release inside of you, "Give it all to me, please."

Wanda felt the blissful coil tighten, unbearably so, but she didn't want to let go, not until she was sure you meant it, "Are you sure Y/N?"

"Mhm, wanna be full mommy, wanna carry all of your babies please," you easily pleaded, a subtle admittance of your wildest desires, and that was all it took as Wanda thrusted deeper than before, letting her load fill your womb up entirely, as her hand slowly slid beneath your body so she could show your clit some love.

Your accompanying screams were nothing short of appreciative, as was the fluttering of your walls that were milking her dry, and even your eventual collapse onto the bed in a heap of mindlessness was a silent whisper of such.

Wanda pulled out of you slowly, watching in astonishment as your combined seed flooded out of your pulsing hole. With a tender graze of her fingers she collected it, and slowly pumped it back inside of you until you came again, and she never would've stopped if you didn't whine.

"Sorry printsessa, I couldn't help it," she gently rolled you over to your back, then kissed your swollen lips until you were both breathless.

"Thank you for trusting me with your body," she whispered, her lips and teeth gently grazed over the skin on your shoulder, "You are so beautiful honey," she smiled against your skin as she said her next words, "I love you Y/N."

You were smiling when she pulled back to look at you, her hand gently cupped your cheek so she could wipe away the budding tears, "Thank you Wands," you kissed her palm, "I love you."

This was all she'd ever wanted, and as she held your sleeping form close to her chest while her sitcoms softly filled the background, she felt she finally found her happy ever after, and she knew it when she held both of your little boys only nine months later as you slept soundly.

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could I request “I really want to kiss you right now.” with Beelzebabes please? something about him just saying that out of the blue…ugh. it fuckin GETS me. NSFW af please (the naughtier the better ;) lol), and if I could request AFAB but gender neutral pronouns for reader?

Also if it’s not asking too much could you avoid using the word “cunt?” Just a personal turn off, tbh.

btw i’m @libidinous-weeb on here! (side blog) and your smut writing skills are top tier!!! you’re sooo good, i’m a huge fan! <3

Hello hello!

Ahh thank you so much!! I'm still not very confident in my smut writing, so it means it a lot to hear that you like it!!

Okay, so hopefully this one turned out okay... I love Beel so much I think he would just be really sweet the whole time lol. I didn't really end up using pronouns aside from you/yours, so hopefully that's okay, too. But MC is AFAB! As it turns out, I don't like using the word "cunt" either so I didn't, but I would also like to say that it is absolutely never too much to ask me not to use a word like that. I am happy to accommodate any such preferences!

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AFAB!MC x Beelzebub with prompt "I really want to kiss you right now."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: face-sitting, penetration (reader receiving)

You had been flirting pretty blatantly with Beel all day, hoping against hope that he'd pick up on your meaning. It wasn't as though he didn't already know how you felt. You had already spent several nights together, all of them mind blowing. But you found yourself wanting more and more. And it had been too long.

It was a slow afternoon and most of his brothers were out of the house or otherwise occupied. For once, you didn't really have anything demanding your attention. It was the perfect opportunity to spend a little quality time with Beel. He seemed happy enough to do whatever you wanted, but he didn't seem to be picking up on exactly what you wanted.

You asked him to join you in your room to watch some TV. Sitting together on your bed was the perfect situation. You could cuddle with him, maybe kiss him a bit, and if he still wasn't getting the message, you might need to just say it directly.

But when you were there, cozied up to his side, you found the TV so boring and his presence so relaxing that you felt yourself getting a little drowsy. Being cuddled up with him like that was so comfortable, you forgot all about your earlier attempts at flirting, your eyelids actually starting to get a little heavy.

"MC," Beel said.

His tone was so serious, you sat up straight to look at him. "What is it?"

Beel met your eyes. "I really want to kiss you right now."

You blinked in surprise for a moment. And then you were no longer sleepy. You turned off the TV, climbed into his lap, and kissed him.

Beel's hands went to your waist and when you opened your mouth for him, he took the invitation readily. You felt the hot spike of desire that ran through your body at the feeling of his tongue against yours. The kiss got hot and sloppy, your motions growing desperate as all the neediness you had been feeling previously returned to you full force. When you felt his erection stirring beneath you, you took the opportunity to grind down on it.

Beel moaned low in his throat, his lips still on yours, his hands running over your hips and your backside. You broke away to pull in a breath, leaving Beel to put his lips on your neck. He sucked and nipped just a little, which made you gasp and grind down on him again. The throbbing need between your legs was almost too much to bear as you gripped Beel's shoulders.

Beel ran his hands under your shirt, breaking away from you so he could pull it over your head, exposing your chest. You tugged on his, too, and it was gone in moments, both of them forming a little heap on the floor. And then Beel's mouth was on one of your nipples. You clutched at his bare shoulders, nails digging in enough to leave little half moon indentations in his skin.

And then you felt Beel's fingers tugging on the waistband of your pants. You slid off of his lap to remove them yourself along with your underwear, too eager to let him do it for you.

Before you could do anything else, though, Beel was lying down on your bed on his back. You frowned at him because he was still wearing his pants.

"Um, Beel," you said.

Beel tugged on your hand and you let him pull you back up onto the bed. His hands guided you until you were straddling his face, your knees on either side of his head.

"Beel," you said again, a note of uncertainty in your voice.

"Is this okay? You can trust me, MC," Beel said, his hands resting on your hips.

You nodded your willingness to let him take the lead and he pushed gently on your hips. You lowered yourself down, holding onto the headboard for balance.

The moment Beel's tongue made contact with your hot flesh, your body clenched and you were thankful you were already gripping the headboard. You held on as he plunged his tongue inside of you before pulling it up to swirl around your clit. You moaned, feeling the wetness dripping from you, imagining how it must be dripping down his chin.

Beel moaned into you and the vibration of his deep voice made you shudder. Beel pushed down on your hips again, making you sink even lower. You had a vague thought about potentially suffocating him, but it fled as soon as he began to suck. He was moaning continuously now, clearly doing it on purpose because of the way you were reacting to it.

You held on to the headboard with both hands, not sure how long you could last like this. The sweet hot feeling gathered deep within you, building and building. You moaned Beel's name as you could feel yourself getting closer and closer until your orgasm finally burst upon you, rolling through you and making you see stars.

You couldn't stop yourself from moving your hips as you rode out your high, not even able to think about what that might be doing to Beel's face.

When you were able to think clearly again, you moved back, half sitting on his chest because you didn't have the strength to go anywhere else.

Beel smiled up at you and your stomach fluttered at the sight of your cum on his lips. He licked them and you nearly orgasmed again just from that.

You leaned forward, letting your head fall on his shoulder. "Beel, you're making me crazy."

Beel rubbed your back. "Do you want me to keep going? Or is it too much?"

You looked at him and smiled. You didn't say anything, just sat up, moved so you were sitting next to him on the bed, and tugged at his pants.

Beel took the hint. He got up from the bed to discard them on the pile of all your other clothes.

This freed his massive cock and you wondered briefly if your eyes were shining excitedly at the sight of it. You could feel the thrill that ran though you as you reached out to touch it.

Beel let you stroke it for a little bit while he stood beside the bed, biting his lip and trying not to groan.

After a minute though, he looked down at you. "MC…"

There was a note of desperation in his tone that sent a stab of desire spiking up your spine. You instantly lay back on the bed, scooting yourself toward the edge. Beel helped you by pulling your legs up to rest on his chest, but paused with the tip of his cock at your entrance. He looked down at you, a question clearly on his face.

"It's okay, Beel," you said. You pushed yourself closer to him. "I want you inside me."

Even with this permission, Beel went slow. You knew it was because he was aware of his size and didn't want to hurt you in any way. You were already so wet, but you were also sensitive after having orgasmed on his face moments ago. Every inch of him that entered you shot sparking sensations through your entire body. You were already squirming and moaning beneath him by the time he was fully inside you.

You reached up to grab at his hands, which were resting on your hips, as he began to slowly move in and out of you. It was almost agonizing how careful he was being.

You arched your back and said, "Faster, faster, please…"

Beel always listened to you and this was no exception. He immediately picked up the pace, pounding into you hard and fast, hitting that sweetest spot deep inside you and making you cry out with the overwhelming pleasure of it.

Beel seemed to be just as lost in sensation as you were, his thrusts becoming frantic, your name spilling from his mouth in a repetitive mumble.

You were already nearing your climax again. It was only a matter of a few more hard thrusts from Beel and you were clenching around him, everything tightening as you did your best not to scream. Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you as Beel kept going. You squirmed, rocking your hips with him, the feelings running through you so intense you couldn't help the praise spilling from your lips, telling him how good he felt, how amazing he was, how full he made you feel.

It seemed hearing you saying such things, even incoherently, was the last push Beel needed. He groaned as he filled you up with his cum, his hands clenching on your hips, his thrusts stuttering and then slowing.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, both of you breathing heavily. After catching your breath, you would clean each other up, carefully and sweetly, before returning to your bed. You pressed yourself into Beel's side, his arm circling protectively around you and pulling you closer. The feeling of his skin against yours was so nice, you found yourself filled with a sense of happiness. It wasn't long before you both fell asleep, completely exhausted.

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[somanyratsinthewalls]

Hyacinth + lemon ice :)

Mihawk is so dreamy I'd forgive him too tbh. Reader gets mad at her mysterious boyfriend for leaving and he *somehow* convinces her to forgive him... wink wonk

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

WC: 2000

Prompt: “You know I’m sorry…” 

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You push through the doors to the lavish dining room wearing a ruby colored dressing gown and dramatically fling yourself into a chair at the end of the massively long dining table. You groan. Head in your hands, you were distraught. 

Your lover had left you almost 2 weeks ago. Not permanently of course… or so you assumed. Nearly 2 weeks ago Mihawk left the safety of your remote castle on some sort of business he promised would only take a day or two. And yet? Here you were. Alone. 

You were want for nothing, the castle was always filled with any amenities or food you might need, but you couldn’t help but long for a warm body next to you in bed and the firm touch of your warlord lover. Although you tried to push it aside, but you also worried for his safety. There was always an aspect of danger when he left even though he was beyond competent in both combat and negotiations, but you always tried to ignore it. 

He would always tell you, “There’s no use in worrying my dear. I’d slaughter every being on the seas if it was stopping me from coming home to you. Now get that thought out of your head.” 

And although he would tell you time and time again not to worry, you couldn’t help it. Why would he still be gone? You ran through hundreds of make-believe scenarios where Mihawk suffered a horrific death or is still enduring immeasurable horrors at the hands of some monster or maybe even-

“HELLOOO! You look like you need a drink bitch.” 

Suddenly, your biggest headache and current housemate materialized through the wall and laid out on the table in front of you. She mimics your position with her head in her hands and taunts you. 

“So your weird sword daddy hasn’t come back yet. He always shows up eventually, and you always forgive him like you weren’t wailing around these halls like a victorian widow for days beforehand. He’ll turn up and he’ll rip your clothes off faster than you can even tell him you’re mad. Come on, lighten up you old broad! Have a drink with me!” 

Perona suddenly has two ghosts bringing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses up from behind her and on to the table in between the two of you. You pick up your head and make a face. 

“I wish you’d stop calling me that, I’m only 5 years older than you.” You huff out. You roll your eyes but you grab the glass in front of you and gesture to one of Perona’s summoned ghosts for it to pour you a glass of whiskey. 

“Yeah but you’re the one stalking around a castle alone with your cats in floor length robes. You’re like, mentally, ancient.” 

“I take offense to that. So what? I like gothic architecture and solitude, is that a crime?” You take a heavy gulp of alcohol and grimace. 

“Okay, whatever. You’re the one fucking a vampire.” Perona takes her drink and chuckles. 

You motion for another drink. 

“He isn’t a vampire, Perona.” You take your drink and lean back in your chair. “He just likes hats.” 

You both make eye contact, Perona furrows her brow at you. You burst out in laughter, with Perona quickly to follow. 

— —

You wake up the next morning to the sunlight streaming through the lace curtains of your luxurious master bedroom. Your eyelids flutter open and you stretch and turn over to face the opposite side of the bed. Undisturbed. He still wasn’t home. You shoot up in bed. The whiskey Perona insisted you drink had helped you drift off to sleep without the worries about the fate of your lover. But now it was morning and he still wasn’t home. You groan and fall back into your bed. 

Where the hell was he? He had never been this late before… Was this finally the time he never comes back?

*whooooosh* *thump*

You hear the massive stone double doors to the castle open and close. You practically jump out of bed.

You toss the covers off your naked form and you go to your dressing curtain to put on a long emerald green robe with dyed feathers on the edges of the sleeves and the bottom. You didn’t even bother putting on slippers as you tear your way out of the master bedroom and down the hallways to the main staircase. You halt yourself at the top of the staircase and look down at the entrance to the castle. 

There stood your lover, Mihawk, looking a bit worse for wear, but all together fine. Once your brain registered that he was alive and well, the anger returned. 

“DRACULE MIHAWK…” 

You bellow from the top of the stairs. You swiftly begin to descend the staircase, your bare feet gliding across the stone. “Fourteen days? Not a call? Nothing?” Your robe flies behind you as you slink down the stairs towards Mihawk, not giving him a moment to reply. “I was convinced your smart mouth had finally done you in! You say you’ll be gone for a night and you show up at my door 2 weeks later? You could have called me you-“ Tears are streaming down your face. You finally reach Mihawk and throw your fists up to try to hit his shoulders.

Mihawk grabs your wrists before you could strike. He was tired, but you were distraught, you were no match for him. 

“My love… I am so sorry… Oh, how I’ve missed you…” Mihawk brings your wrists back down to your sides and embraces you fully. You pull back. “No! You can’t keep doing this!” You take several steps backwards once he releases you. “All I do is worry! You leave me here alone and don’t tell me where you are! I’m tired of this! I won’t do it! I love you, Mihawk!” You cry out and drop to your knees, overcome with emotion. 

Mihawk immediately drops to his knees in front of you, trying to stay on your level. He grabs the sides of your face with his hands. 

“I know, my love, I know. Something came up and I couldn’t find a way to tell you. Please forgive me, darling.” Mihawk tilts your face up to meet his above you. “You know I’m sorry…” 

As Perona predicted, you folded. 

He leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss. 

Mihawk swiftly swoops you up under your ass and carries you all the way to your shared bedroom, away from any unwanted voyeurs. He throws you back onto the bed with a gentle thud. 

“You may not believe me now, love, but I promise I won’t leave you worrying again…” Mihawk whispered into your calf as he kissed up your leg towards your aching center. He had already discarded his hat and jacket, making quick work of his pants with the other hand. Once shed of his clothing, he pulls your robe apart and settles his body between your legs and spreads them forcefully with his rough palms. 

“Mihawk I just got up, I haven’t bathed or-“ You grab his hair to pull him back, he shakes your grip off. 

“Let me enjoy you, my precious girl, you know I like it better this way anyway.” He smirks and begins kissing and biting your inner things. You sigh and relax into the sensation of finally having his touch on you again. After teasing for a few minutes, Mihawk finally reaches your now soaking center and dives in with his skilled tongue. You moan loudly as he sucks and slurps at your clit lewdly, driving you mad. He pulls away to watch your face as he slips two fingers into your clenching hole. 

“You taste so sweet, love, as always.” You whimper at his praises and the feeling of his fingers working your insides. He returns to your clit with his mouth and you feel yourself quickly being brought to the precipice of pleasure. You arch your back and bring your hands to your breasts to pinch your nipples, pushing you into the throws of a powerful orgasm. You cry out loudly in pure bliss. 

Your handsome lover pulls his face from between your legs and peppers your stomach and the valley of your breasts with wet kisses as he moves up your body. Your chest heaves as you are truly at Mihawk’s mercy. You were soft and pliant under his addictive touch. He whispers into your neck as he begins pushing his hardened member into your tight entrance. 

“Let me show you how much I missed you, let me make love to you.” You moan as he bottoms out inside of you and throw up your hands to tangle them in his dark hair. He pulls back and presses his mouth onto yours in a passionate kiss as he deeply grinds his hips into yours. He uses his hands to push your knees further back and spread towards your shoulders and you gasp into his mouth at the new angle at which he was able to penetrate you. 

“Shit, there!” You cry out. You felt your muscles start to tighten and that familiar warmth was building in your abdomen again. You slam your eyes shut and turn your head to try to bury your face in the pillow, but failing since you were on your back. 

“Already darling? I’m not done yet, you’re going to have to hold it.” Mihawk pulls back to get a better look at your fucked out expression. 

“I-I-, shit! I can’t!” You moan as he continues to deeply thrust into you. 

“No cumming. Not until I say.” Mihawk uses one of his hands to grip your cheeks and force you to look up at him. You were so caught up in trying to hold back your orgasm you couldn’t form words anymore, only whimpers and grunts. 

“Hold it a bit longer, my love, I know you can do it. You’re going to cum when I fill you. I promise it will feel so good.” Your lover picks up his pace and you could tell he was getting closer to his own peak by his ragged breathing. 

“Mi-hawwwkk! Please! Need to cum! Can’t hold it!” Tears started spilling from your lash line and down your cheeks. 

“Cum now.” He says sternly as he applies firm pressure on your clit with his hand. 

“Ah!” You scream out loudly as your sticky release spurts out around Mihawk’s cock that was deep inside of you. Your twitching walls trigger Mihawk’s orgasm and he lurches forward and spills his hot seed, coating your walls that were milking his cock so deliciously. 

Your lover pulls out of you and lays next to you on the silk sheets. He pulls you into his broad chest and you cuddle into him with a heavy exhale. 

“So, are you still upset with me?” Mihawk finally asks, stroking the back of your head. 

“Yes, but significantly less so.” You nuzzle your nose into his skin. 

“I promise I’ll call next time, alright love? I hate having you worry.” 

“You better, or next time I won’t forgive you as easily.” You retort. 

Mihawk smiles. 

“I’m not so certain about that.”

— — 

xx Mo

[ohraicodoll]

i see a prompt request 👀 what about “stop trying to help me it’s just hurting you” with feral reader… maybe joel is the one helping her with the adjustment to settlement life in wyoming? or they’re out on a run and she gets hurt? anything tbh you decide

Yesssss I am all for this one. I had some downtime and managed to write this so fast. So have some angst and maybe some lore and both of them fighting lol

Left Behind Joel Miller x f!Reader/OFC The Last of Us 2.5k Words (3rd POV) (Lots of callbacks to Monsters but not necessary to read first. Feral Reader's name is used sparingly so yes, she's technically more an OFC as you get lore in this one) Summary: Settling into life in Jackson wasn't going so easily and Joel is hit with the possibility she may not be welcomed to stay.

“Joel, she’s trouble, man,” Tommy ran a hand through his hand exasperatedly, pacing the hard packed ground in front of both their homes, “I know shit was rough out there. Hell, the three of you were practically hissing at everyone when you came through that first time, but it’s been a couple months. She’s scaring half the town and you’re scaring the other half acting like her goddamn guard dog.”

The older Miller brother clenched his jaw, hands on his hips and trying not to show how much his split open knuckles smarted, “I wouldn’t have to if those assholes would stop treating her like a fucking pariah or giving her shit every time she tries to stand up for herself.” “You have got to admit it’s not exactly like she’s giving them much reason not to act that way,” Tommy sighed and spread his hands pleadingly, “She threatened to stab Johnny at the lumberyard through his hand for looking at her weird, not to mention I’ve already had to take her off patrol duty with anyone but you after she beat Grant-” “That boy learned the hard way to keep his hands to himself,” Joel cut him off.

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, before glancing back at his house where his very pregnant wife currently was, “Brother, I can’t have her acting this way. I get it’s not perfect here, but we can’t have trouble like this. Maria…she’s already considering that if Red doesn't get her shit together she may not be welcome to stay.” Silence fell between the two, boiling and tense. He didn’t have to even look up to know the look on his older brother’s face at his words, could feel it as if flames were on his skin. It was like lighting a match around gasoline, waiting for the whole thing to ignite. He knew that as much as his brother cared about the young girl in his charge, he also cared about the woman that came along with them. And when Joel Miller cared about something, he’d go through hell for them. “That’s not gonna happen,” Joel bit out harshly, snarling. His irises had darkened to almost black, the hints of hazel swallowed almost entirely. His body was tight, a wire begging to snap. But the younger of the two could only shake his head, feeling lost and unable to comprehend what to do. Torn between the home he had helped create and protect, his wife who had the weight of the community on her shoulders while preparing to give birth to his first kid, and his brother’s protectiveness over the rough woman currently inside the house. “Just get it sorted. Talk to her. My hands are tied, I can only do so much,” Tommy sighed, turning and heading back across the lot to his own home and life. Joel didn’t watch him leave. His eyes were trained on the ground, blood roaring in his ears as he replayed the words over and over again. They were considering kicking Red out. He’d dragged her all over the country, to Wyoming then Colorado and Salt Lake and back to Jackson, forcing her to settle down only for her to get kicked out. He knew she was having a hard time. She’d never stayed in a QZ, had stayed out in the world too long alone or with the wrong people and didn’t know how to deal with a community like this. Normal people who didn’t have to tear each other apart for scraps. While he and Ellie didn’t have the smoothest transition and were still rough around the edges, they’d managed while the woman had hit wall after wall. She was defensive, quick to react and bare her teeth. It was fine out beyond the gates but inside Jackson where everyone was trying to find a new normal it had caused issues. One of the steel workers was Grant’s brother and hadn’t taken kindly to her beating the shit out of him. He had refused to give her some parts they needed for the house and then called her a bitch when she’d slapped his payment down and went to snatch the items. But he hadn’t registered Joel around the corner listening and before they all knew it his fist was flying into the man’s face. He’d have done more if Tommy hadn’t broken them up. But his brother was right and she did have a reputation, had scared a lot more than half the town. He’d seen the way mothers had pulled their kids away or the looks some of the guardsmen gave her. Ellie had told off more than a few, shouting across the plaza when she’d catch it, defensive. He’d watched Red shrink in the settlement, only fully confident like she usually was outside of Jackson. He’d figure it out. He had to. 

With a deep sigh, he turned and went inside. Ellie had been sent to take care of the errands and get the groceries they both knew Red wouldn’t be able to get. The teenager was understanding and was doing the best she could to help, keeping any complaints to herself or to him when they were alone to not burden the woman. She was as protective of her as he was of both of them. The house was quiet. It was all something he was still getting used to. Having a house again, a home where he didn’t have to worry about getting attacked or FEDRA raids, no more furniture salvaged from garbage dumps and pipes that rattled without a drop of hot water. Jackson made it easy to get comfortable, to feel like it was before the world was ravaged. Easy for him at least. He paused and waited a moment, hearing the almost imperceptible sound of breathing on his good side before he rounded the kitchen counter and looked down. Red sat on the tiled floor, knees pulled up to her chest, head resting back against the cabinet doors. Her face was blank but he’d learned to read the small hints of thoughts on her face. Lips pressed tight, eyes focusing on her nails even as he hovered. She’d heard. He knew she had. “Should I start packing my bag now or wait for Maria to give me the word?” she chewed on her lip, feigning nonchalance. “Neither. You ain’t going nowhere,” Joel bit out with a furrowed brow. She laughed humorlessly, mouth turning into a grimace, “That’s not up to you, Tex.” Those eyes looked up finally, met his, and he could see the resignation there. This wasn’t something she was going to fight if they made her leave. She’d do it and he knew why, knew it was for them, but refused to accept it. “Like hell it ain’t.” “Stop,” abruptly getting to her feet, she hissed at him, “Just stop it. Stop trying to help me. It’s only hurting you and Ellie. You have actual family here, Joel. Flesh and blood family. You could murder someone and they’d still keep you here and Ellie as well, but I’m a liability. To you, to her, to all of them. I get it.” “I don’t give a fuck if you get it, Red,” Joel was angry, getting into her face, “They’re not kicking you out. End of conversation.” “Not end of fucking conversation,” she growled, “I’m not risking yours and Ellie’s only chance at a safe, stable life. If that means I go back out there then so be it.”

“God, you’re so fuckin’ stubborn sometimes,” he all but yelled through his teeth. A laugh tore from her, sharp and loud, her brow raised, “Oh that’s hilarious coming from you.” He wanted to beat his fist through the fucking wall, pick up a glass and shatter it if only to release some of the frustration dealing with her gave him. That damn martyrdom that he hadn’t ever been able to get rid of, scream out of her no matter how many times he told her to stop it. She was so willing to throw herself away for his or Ellie’s sake as if what happened to her didn’t matter and it drove him insane every single time. “You better quit that shit,” Joel ground out between clenched teeth, “That stupid fucking selfless bullshit. For what? As punishment because you lost some people? That…fucking Harry you were with?” He hadn’t ever brought up the name she had mentioned once because he knew what it was like for someone to bring up the past. She hadn’t offered much of her background and he never asked, but there had been small moments. That name had stuck in his brain though, like the little stars tattooed on her collarbone and the “love ya” on her skin in someone else’s handwriting. 

The silence following his words were deafening, all emotion wiped off her face. It was as if someone had scrubbed away anything that made her a person, human, in seconds. 

Then something darker took over and twisted and she smiled, a showing of teeth, and eyes so hollow they seemed like caverns, “Is that what you think? That I’m punishing myself over some boyfriend that died when the world fell apart as if most of the fucking population didn’t also die too? That I’m what? A sad little heartbroken girl pining over some lost love?” A laugh left her lips and it felt like poison, dripping venom. He clenched his fist, anger burning hot, but he knew better than to say anything or approach her when she was like this. Dangerous. Sometimes she was so dangerous he wondered how he had ever thought it was safe to turn his back on her. “That’s real sweet, Tex…I shot him, you know?” she laughed again, not a bit of humor on her face, “Not because he was infected. No. He wasn’t even bit, didn’t have a scratch on him. He was fully alive and healthy before I blew his face right off.” She’d mentioned the man’s name long ago on the road when they’d gotten drunk out. It had slipped out of her covered in pain and regret, Harry and her younger sister, how she'd been barely starting her life when the apocalypse hit. A singer. Ellie had mentioned she had been trying to be a singer and he’d always pictured a bright eyed girl unprepared for what was to come. He had wondered if that death had been what had broken her, guttered her and tore out her soul to the point she lived on instinct only, how that girl had become the hissing creature before him. Now he wasn’t so sure.

Stepping closer to him, he resisted the urge to back away, to show that he was like the rest of them and scared of her too. She almost smiled wider and he knew she was expecting him to, a test almost, “You see we were on a run. Harry, me, and Annie. Spooked some runners so we booked it out of the building because back then I wasn’t much of a fighter, hadn’t learned yet. So I trusted him to keep us safe. Yet, lo and behold, when we get through the front door and I turn around, I see him.” Her words were made of broken glass that cut her apart and made her mouth bleed, devastation and rage coating each one but he didn’t move or try to comfort her lest he got cut too, “Harry had shoved my sister behind so he could get through first then shut the door in her face. I watched them through the glass tear her apart, screaming my name, because I had trusted him to have her back. Instead he got her killed. So I killed him.”

There was no smile then.  He remembers how they met. Ellie had fallen behind while running from scavengers because he hadn’t put her in front of him. It had been Red who had saved her and like a missing puzzle piece, he could see the picture come together. Knowing her now and how it wasn’t normal for her to go out of her way to help strangers, but she’d helped them.

Because Annie had fallen behind once before and she couldn’t save her. Blamed herself for her death.

“It was my fault and I’ll be damned if I ruin both of your chances at staying here where you are safer. Not because of me,” the snarl had left her face, hackles dropping until just the woman was left. Exhausted and a little sad and lost. It’d broken her, he knew that. In the same way Sarah’s death had left him a shell. But he’d kept going for Tommy, Tess, and eventually Ellie.

She hadn’t had anyone until them and now she thought she was putting them at risk.

Joel frowned and stepped forward, their chests almost pressed together, before cupping her face between his hands. His knuckles were bruised and bloody still, but neither of them cared, had never cared about getting blood on the other, “I hate to break it to you, darlin’, but if you think after that I’d still let you go then you’re wrong. I learned my lesson last time we were in Jackson. We stick together. No one’s getting left behind.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, a broken sigh leaving her lips. Her hands came up and gripped his waist, fingers wrapping around his belt tightly like he was a lifeline. Resignation wrapped her entirely in its embrace and he knew the fight had gone out of her, “I…I don’t know how to be around these people. There’s too many of them and they all stare…I’m going to mess up.”

The admission brought a slight smile to his lips, a crack in the defense she had attempted to put between them and a sign that she was giving in, “Well I think as long as you don’t try to maul or kill anyone and maybe limit to punching one or two people a month, that’ll be good enough.”

She huffed exasperatedly, head falling forward and leaning against his chest. His thumb traced her cheek, the other combing through the tangled mess that was her hair. For all she used to gripe at Ellie for taking care of her own, she wasn’t much better. But the strands were still soft and he took advantage of it when he could, feeling her relax against him.

“I’ll talk to Tommy and Maria. You just give yourself time to adjust and try,” Joel murmured, “We’ll figure it out, but you’re not going anywhere.” She nodded against him and at last wrapped her arms fully around his body, sinking into him while he held her tightly back. They both stayed there for a while, arms tight, standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Joel would pull every string, get every ounce of leverage he could get to ensure she stayed. No one was going to take her away from them.

[algea]

Ghoul School (pt 2)

prompt: when you get out of the hospital, Lars has put it onto himself to take care of you until you're healed. I can confirm that there is a big chuck of text where you're really pissed off at him before he gets his shit together!

warnings: tbh i literally dont even know. umm yeah your shin is broken and you're concussed so. things may or may not get a little steamy...cussing duh

a/n: im super mega surprised all my Lars stuff has gotten popular; i think it’s very insanely unhealthy how much i love James Acaster.

~ there are a LOT of little secret references to James in here, comment what you picked out ;)

~ also this is probably longer than the first part idk, but its officially the longest post ive written @jesssuperwholock03

~requested by @thestralluvr

Lars visited you everyday. Every morning, every evening after work, sometimes even over his lunch breaks, like clockwork. You were beginning to think it was seriously unhealthy. You were lying in the hospital bed, 4 days after the incident, with your eyes closed. You heard a soft click of the door and you cracked your eyes slightly. You, being oh-so-surprised, were met with the tired face of your crush colleague and work partner. He wore his jumper tied around his waist, a dark colored button up adorning his body. His hair looked disheveled, which could only mean he had just finished a job. He looked so tired, more tired than you've ever seen him be. It was annoying, honestly. Annoying how attractive he was without even trying. 'Why can't I look like that' you thought to yourself, mentally frowning. You decided to acknowledge his presence, seeing how he took time, again, out of his day to come and visit you.

"Lars." You stated, turning your head look over at him. Lars froze, gazing down at your solemn face. You started to reach out to him, but thought otherwise and rested your hand back on the crisp sheets. You watched as he pushed his glasses up and pulled a chair to sit beside you. Lars rested his forearms on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped.

"I was told that you'll be able to get out of here today." He whispered, his tired eyes searching your face. He was desperate for you to come back, back to how things used to be, where he would tease you, and you would always find witty comeback. But he knew you couldn't, not for a while at least. Lars was so scared you weren't going to be able to work for Ghost Corps anymore, especially since the concussion you got really fucked up your head. Not to mention your shin, which was a huge impact on you.

Lars let out a shaky breath. He unclasped his hands and ran one through his hair. You reached out, more confidently this time, and rested your hand on his. He didn't move his hand; he was scared if you let go, you'd disappear.

"Lars." You said again, your face flashing with worry. Your other hand softly touched his chin, holding his face so delicately.

"I'm scared that you're not going to come back." Lars stated, grimacing at the words that flew out of his mouth.

"Why wouldn't I come back? What made you think this?" You asked, your eyebrows drawing together in a sad furrow.

"I want things to be the same, I don't want things to change." He whispered quietly, his eyes cast down.

"I think you and I both know that it won't be the same, neither of us want to admit it. Normally, you don't go around kissing people and pretend like you hate each other for the rest of your life." You explained, searching his eyes for an answer. His eyes glanced back at you as his cheeks burned with pink. You tipped his head to the side ever so slightly, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

"That's unfair, Lars. You can't expect me to leave you alone after that." You pleaded.

"Can we just drop it? It really doesn't fucking matter right now.” Lars snapped. You drew your hand away from his face, hurt flashing across your face.

“What I meant was that we should focus on getting you out of here.” He frantically explained. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away again. Lars had never felt an emotion like this. His ears were ringing and his brain was hazy. It could’ve only been described as embarrassment. He wouldn't cry, no, that's not what he wanted to do. He wanted to apologize over and over again until you'd forget he ever did anything or said anything.

“I think it's maybe time for you to go. When I get out, do me a favor and send Lucky and Pheebs to get me.” You muttered, looking down at your hands. Lars sat there for a few moments, his jaw clenched. He wanted to say something, anything, to make you understand how he felt. Instead, he got up and, with a longing gaze down at you, left.

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, which you allowed to fall down your cheeks. If he wanted to play that dumbass game again, you could do it, just not like you used to. You didn't realize that you were holding your breath until he walked out of the door, not looking back. You slammed your hand down on the bed in a fit of rage, which turned into a soft cry. You wished that you could make better sense of it all, but your wishes never came true.

It was only 2 hours after that you were discharged. Lucky and Phoebe, just as you had requested, rushed in to see you as soon as they could.

"Y/N!" Phoebe exclaimed, running to you and giving you a big hug. You smiled and hugged her back, or at least as much as you could with your crutches. Lucky joined in on the hug before you parted and started making your way to the car.

"Everyone is so happy you're coming home! We've all been super worried." Phoebe smiled, giving you a big smile.

"I'm so happy I get to see you guys again, Pheebs." You grinned back, ruffling her hair. Your mind wandered to Lars as you crutched your way to the car.

"Has um..." You started, realizing that the words were harder to get out of your mouth than you thought.

"He's not here. I haven't seen him since we went out this morning." Lucky explained, catching on to what you were about to ask. You looked down and nodded. 'Of course, how could I be so goddamn stupid.' You thought. Phoebe helped you into the car while Lucky set your crutches next to you. Trevor was driving, which was a whole other risk to be taking.

"Since when did they let you drive?" You asked, grinning at Trevor.

"Since Lars bailed at the last minute. I'm a great driver, so I have no idea what you're even talking about." Trevor bragged. 'He bailed at last minute? He never does that...' You thought sadly. He could've just been working really hard on whatever science thing he was studying. You really didn't know, but it did cut a little.

You didn't know you were carsick until you let Trevor drive you home. You thought Lars was a bad driver, but you quickly realized that Trevor was on the list of 'Never-Ever Drive Me Again,' along with Gary and Ray. You made a mental note of that as you struggled to stand to get out of the car. Trevor quickly rushed to your side to help you, easily pulling you up. You casted your gaze up, which fell on the Firehouse. 'Oh good, he won't be here.' You thought, as a feeling of relief washed over you. You hobbled in next to Phoebe and Trevor with Lucky trailing in not far behind. Callie and Gary stood right after the door, waiting for your arrival. As soon as you entered the Firehouse they were by your side, giving you warm 'hello's' and 'I'm so happy you're back and ok.' You were quick to hug them, hoping to talk to them about your situation with Lars.

"Alright kiddos, time to let the adults talk." Gary clapped, shooing away the smaller kids.

"Hey but I'm not-!" Trevor started, but was dragged away by Lucky. You three sat down around a table. It was silent for a moment as you tried to say what was on your mind.

"Did he come see you?" Callie asked, leaning in close.

"He came and saw me everyday. Sometimes up to three times." You whispered, your hands clasped together. Callie and Gary looked at each other.

"But when he came and saw me this morning, he was different. He was super moody, and got upset when I tried to confront him about kissing me like you said for me to do. I don't know if he doesn't like confrontation or if he, yknow, might be seeing someone else." You went on, nervously biting your nails.

"Y/N, I seriously doubt that there's many women who actually like Lars, much less want to even date him." Gary said, using his left hand to talk. 'Is he right? But I'm sure women think Lars is attractive.' You thought, scrunching your eyebrows together.

"I'm pretty certain that you're like the only woman he's ever talked to in a romantic way, probably even the only woman he’s ever even talked to." Callie confirmed.

"Either way, he likes you. We all know that." Gary finished. You were really hoping he was right, otherwise you were a fool being played.

You chatted for a little while longer, mostly about anything and everything that came to mind. After a while, you told them that you were ready to head home.

"I'll drive you home." Callie said, standing up and grabbing the keys. The ride home was filled with you and Callie singing awful 80's songs, the vast majority of them by Tears for Fears. That was something that cleaned your soul and freed your mind a while. Callie helped you into your apartment before she left with a hug and a warm 'see you soon.' You were seriously hoping that your torture would end.

After a day, you got restless. So restless that you decided to go back to the lab and start working again. Yes, it was idiotically stupid. No, you weren't going to listen to anyone and take a break. Honestly it was going to happen anyways. You walked into the lab the first day, partially hoping that Lars was going to be there, but alas he wasn't. You felt disappointment but you were hopeful that you'd see him tomorrow. Except you didn't. More days past by and you hadn't seen any sign of Lars in the lab at all. You were starting to get more and more worried.

It had been more than a week and you hadn’t seen Lars since. Concern was growing and you were growing weary waiting for him to return. It was extremely hard taking care of yourself, especially since you had to trek a long ways to get yourself to your car outside of your apartment. Finally, you decided it was time to go see Lars. It pissed you off so much that you were running to him, instead of him coming to you. You knew his place, mostly because you, Phoebe, Trevor, and Lucky would sometimes prank him by doing something so absurd he would tremble with anger. That was back when you had your little schoolgirl crush on him, before you realized that you loved him.

You decided to walk, opting for the fact that he knows your car all too well. You weren’t even sure if he was there, you really didn’t even bother checking to see in your group FindMy. You didn’t even bother use your crutches because they were stupid anyways, you could walk just find even though you had a little limp. God you just wanted to fucking punch his stupidly handsome face. He made your blood boil so much.

You were only a few blocks from from his house when it started to rain. Not just a light rain, but a pour. You grew a little worried for your cast, but continued on. You were completely drenched by the time you were on his doorstep. Even worse, it was cold out. You stood on his doorstep for a minute before you started to knock on his door. You breathed out, seeing your own breath in the air. You were so cold. No one answered, which was pretty typical for Lars. He was probably standing in the kitchen, not going to open the door.

"Lars!!" You yelled, knocking on the door some more. Water dripped from your face and you shivered again. The door still didn't open. You sighed and started walking away, the pouring rain drenching you again. You started to tread back to your apartment when you heard a loud bang and turned your head. There Lars was, standing in the doorway, eyes wide as he stared at you.

"Y/N!" Lars yelled back, meeting you in the rain. He craned his head to look down at you, his hands flying to meet your face.

"What are you doing here?" He said, his thumb swiping at your cheek.

"I came to see you. Where the fuck have you been, Lars Pinfield?!" You boomed, your right hand gripping the front of his shirt. His head dropped and he closed his eyes.

"I...I couldn't face you after that dumb shit I pulled. I wanted to apologize, really I did, but I couldn't bring myself to face you." Lars explained, his breath creating a misty cloud. All that either of you could do was stare at each other incredulously.

“Are you fucking stupid? I’ve wanted to see you all week, but your dumbass wouldn’t show up. Jesus Christ Lars, do you have any clue how much I’ve missed you? You’re so goddamn unfair you know that?!” You screamed, pounding on his chest. Lars’ hands moved from your face to your waist, holding you steady while you angrily punched him. He could only see you through his hair, which now stuck to his forehead, and his rain covered glasses which were fogging up. He was freezing, but all he could ever think about was you. How cold were you? Why would you sacrifice your time, hell, your health to come see him. He really couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t comprehend why someone would ever do that for someone. You would think with him being such a genius he would figure it out, however some people can be dense. But he realized that you were giving up all your time to invest in him. So, he decided that he needed to do the same.

"Do you think, maybe, that you'd want to spend the rest of your life, with me, maybe not just hating each other. And maybe not while hating each other, you'd like to be with me, y'know, for a long while?" Lars whispered, causing you to stop throwing punches. You looked up at him, in all his rain drenched glory. God, he looked so beautiful. You began to tremble, your hands lifting to capture his face with them. Lars breath quickened, his large hands gripping your waist. His hazy blue eyes captured yours, holding you in his everlasting gaze.

"Lars..." You murmured, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. It was soft, softer than you thought it would've been. You found yourself daydreaming again about kissing him, though you'd never let him know how many times you've done it. You realized how close you were after you felt his breath against your cheek. You leaned in closer, pressing your chest against his. It was like something out of a movie, the way time stopped then. When your lips pressed against his, your body shuddered. It was like fireworks went off inside of you, making you all jittery and excited. Lars' hands slipped from your waist to your ass, softly gripping the flesh there. You slipped your fingers into his blond locks, tugging lightly. You heard a light groan rumble from his chest as he pressed into you further.

You weren't sure if the rain mixed with the cold had made you delirious, but after Lars had pulled away, it made him look even hotter. His tousled, wet hair, his lips that were red after the kiss, the ruby flush that adorned his cheeks and ears, and his half-lidded eyes made him even more beautiful. You found yourself feeling heat creep up through your neck to your cheeks as he stared down at you.

“Shit, right, you need to get inside, now.” Lars commanded, dragging you towards the door.

“Lars—!” You exclaimed, eyes widening as he basically picked you up. Your hands fly to grip the shirt on his back as you hoists you over his shoulder. He muttered a few things under his breath as he strolled to the door, obviously not caring that the rain was coming down harder. Lars opened the door, set you down, and shut the door with the heel of his shoe.

“Give me a second.” He commanded, leaving you standing in the foyer. You shivered and looked around, noticing some things that seemed quite out of place. Lars had multiple different band posters framed and hung up around the house, most of them signed. You could pick out a few like Pindrop, Temps, and the Timewasters. You also found multiple different movie titles like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and other things. ‘Interesting’ You thought as you took in your surroundings. Lars appeared again with a towel and some sort of clothes he had found for you to wear.

“If you fuck up my good clothes, I’m kicking your ass to the curb again.” Lars sighed, throwing the towel at you.

“Whatever, brainiac.” You bit back, trying to hold back your grin as you shoved past him. That earned a scoff and an eye roll from Lars.

“Washroom is down the right hall, second door to the left.” He called, peaking down at you as you went to change.

Lars had never had a girl in his house before. Other than the times his mother and sister had come over from Britain, obviously. His “outside” friends insisted that he bring a girl home, but he couldn’t ever bring himself to when he could only think of you. It made him a little giddy knowing that you were here with him. It was like a fever dream, if he woke up it all would be gone. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure that there was a way to prove that this was real. Lars found himself wondering if you liked how his house was decorated, the clothes he brought you, even the way the house smelt. At the thought of these, he began to worry that you didn’t like it here. Those thoughts were denied when you waddled back from the bathroom, furiously rubbing at your hair to dry it. It was silly, really. Lars thought you looked a little too good in his clothes. His Temps T-shirt was too big for you, and his plaid pj pants were rolled a few times to even try and fit you.

“You look stupid in that.” Lars scoffed once more, looking anywhere but your face.

“Hey man, you picked this out. Don’t blame me for your shit style.” You tried back. A hint of a smile could be found dawning his face. You smirked and poked his cheek.

“Is that a smile I see? Is the Lars Pinfield smiling in my presence?” You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand to fake gasp.

“No, it isn’t.” He replied, the smile growing wider on his face.

“It so totally is!!! Lars Pinfield is literally smiling right in front of me!” You exclaimed. He shook his head.

“Shut up. Anyways, I’m getting changed, don’t fucking break anything.” Lars sighed, sliding past you.

“You can put on anything, just as long as it’s not some stupid BritCom.” He added, shutting the door to his room.

“Who even watches BritComs…” You muttered to yourself. Walking back into the main foyer, you sat down on the sofa, which was surprisingly nice compared to how you thought your scientist boyfriend colleague lived. You sat down and flicked through the channels, stopping on whatever stupid romcom movie was on. You sighed and put your chin in your hand, anticipating the snappy response of ‘this is the shittiest movie I’ve ever seen.’

“Hey.” You heard from above you. Looking up, you saw Lars resting his elbows on the top of the sofa next to you.

“Hi.” You peeped back. Secretly, you were gawking at him. Lars wore a pair of white sweatpants and a black shirt. You’ve never seen him in casual wear, but you were absolutely loving it right now. His glasses weren’t pushed up, loosely sitting below the bridge of his nose, and his hair was still damp. If this wasn’t heaven, you didn’t know what was.

“What’re we watching?” He asked, glancing down at you. You shivered when his eyes locked on to yours.

“Some stupid romcom, you probably won’t like it anyways.” You answered.

“You’re right, I’ll probably think it’s super shitty, but I’ll watch it anyways.” He sighed, tipping his head towards you. You reached up and placed a kiss on his lips. Lars scrunched his eyebrows and sighed. After you pulled away, you patted the seat beside you, beckoning him to sit down. He all but scrambled to get next to you, plopping down with another big sigh.

“How’s your leg?” Lars asked once more, motioning to it with his eyes.

“It has definitely seen better days.” You replied earnestly. He nodded in sincerity, then turned his attention back to whatever you were watching. You looked over at him again before reaching over and slipping your hand into his. He didn't move, so you considered it a win. Taking matters into your hands again, you slid closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Lars' head rested on top of yours immediately and you smiled as he snuggled in closer. You could smell whatever cologne he was wearing, a citrusy, vanilla smell.

"You smell good." You muttered, looking up at him through your lashes. Lars didn't reply, but you could definitely imagine the look on his face. That little embarrassed smile with a scarlet blush dusting his cheeks. You found yourself becoming a little sleepy as you settled in. Blinking a few times, you tried to wake yourself up, but that only made you even more sleepy. Unintentionally, you started to fall asleep. As you drifted off to sleep, you could hear Lars mutter something to you, but you didn't respond.

Somehow, in the middle of the night, you had moved from the sofa, to Lars' bed. Now you only had 2 options as to how you got there. 1. You sleep walked to the bed and magically laid down, or 2. Lars had carried you there. You groaned and opened your eyes, lifting a hand to rub them. You blinked a couple times and sat up. No, Lars wasn't in here. So then, where was he? You slipped out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, finding that he wasn't there either. A cup of coffee and some breakfast was left on the counter, along with a note saying,

'I'll be back later, got a couple things I need to work on at the lab. I left you some breakfast and I'm sure you can fend for yourself for lunch. Please don't burn the house down. - Lars' You smiled and picked up the coffee, finding that it was still steaming. You noticed that Lars had made the coffee the way you liked it, which meant he definitely paid attention whenever you ordered it.

After basically spending the whole day exploring Lars' house, you settled into the sofa once more with a random book you had picked out of his bookcase. Hearing keys jingle, you lifted your head from the book and saw Lars venture in. You slowly got up, minding both your head and leg, and made your way over to him.

"Hi handsome, how did work go?" You smiled at him, leaning against the doorway.

"It was...eventful. I got thrown up on by pukey." Lars sighed. You laughed and patted his shoulder.

"That was probably hilarious. I'll make dinner while you take a shower." You said, pushing him along to the bathroom.

"Mmmm, fine. But..." He started before he swooped down and kissed you. Your hand flew to his hair, giving it a nice tug. With that came a loud groan. Lars' gripped your waist and pushed you against the wall. His tongue swiped at your lips, which you gladly accepted. You snatched his glasses and tossed them away, squirming slightly as his nails dug your waist. When he pulled away he grinned,

"Looks like I'm not getting my shower in tonight."

[undercoverbastard]

Judging a Derek by His Cover

“Seriously? You have to ask?” Stiles asked, in a bit of a disbelieving tone. “I mean I-... have you seen you? Resisting you sounds impossible, Derek, I mean seriously. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would tell you no if you gave them even a second look that’s- that’s impossible, you’re-”

Derek had already begun to tune out, a sick feeling crawling from the pit of his stomach upwards. He had grabbed for his shoes, fumbling slightly as he slid them on, in the middle of Stiles’ rambling. Before the other could continue, Derek waved away the rest with a nod.

“Right, right - you’re not… blind,” Derek interrupted. Stiles seemed a bit stunned at the overly neutral tone. Moving past Stiles without looking him properly in the eye, Derek mumbled about needing to get ready. Stiles attempted to stop him, his voice going low once the door opened, but it was of no use.

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OR: a fic from the vaults, inspired by modern-day royalty au, derek’s penchant for being sought after just for his looks, and im not sure what else was going on in my brain at the time tbh

Word Count: 4387

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“I have to get ready,” Derek said, pushing himself up and out of the bed. He sighed, sitting on the edge, staring at his hands a bit blankly. He wished he could freeze time - stay in moments like these. These moments are stolen in between chores and tasks, family and staff. He didn’t want to have to leave.

“Oh?” Stiles asked, stretching out lazily, tucking his hands behind his head. “What’s on the agenda today, sir prince?”

The tone was teasing but it made Derek cringe. Another reminder. He didn’t hate his position or his family or his people or any of it - he loved Beacon and his family was amazing and he adored being able to be a part of what made all of it. But, his position - his title - came with limitations. Expectations.

“Some gathering,” Derek mumbled, ducking his head a bit lower, “my mom says it’s in celebration of the peace treaties - ten years this week. But…”

“But…?” Stiles prompted, moving to curl behind Derek, his chin resting on a pillow as he gazed up at the other’s face. Derek cut his eyes to the side, letting the slightest of smiles curve across his lips before it fell off again. That was another one of Stiles’ talents - his ability to make Derek laugh and smile, no matter the day or its events.

“But,” Derek gathered a deep breath, “she’s been hinting at… socializing, at dating. She keeps bringing up names and countries and heirs and… I don’t know. She keeps mentioning Braeden and just…”

Stiles moved away, crawling up to a sitting position himself. Derek cast a look back at the other, waiting for some sort of response. It took a minute, Stiles facing away from him and seemingly fiddling with his shirt and hair. When he turned back he had a wide grin, cheeky and teasing.

“Oh you’ll do fine, Der, who could ever resist you? Huh?” Stiles said, giving him a nod of appreciation. It made Derek’s throat dry up, a reminder creeping in.

“Resist me…” Derek repeated a bit dumbly, staring now to the side of Stiles’ head, looking unseeingly out the window on the opposite side of the room. He heard Stiles give a huff of laughter, saw the shaking of his head from his peripheral.

“Obviously,” Stiles scoffed, “they’d have to be blind!” And that’s when Derek’s blood ran a bit cold, color draining from his face ever so slightly. “Anyways, I should - uh- get going. Let you get ready for the party and all that.”

Stiles stood up, fingers carding through his hair before tugging at and smoothing down his shirt. They’d laid lazily in the spare room for hours, taking turns carding fingers through one another’s hair, biting lingering kisses into one another’s lips, straddling each other’s laps as they got lost in the quietness disturbed only by soft groans and gasps. It had been bliss, those couple hours together. It was one of the only times Derek didn’t feel like he was on display or out of place to some degree. It felt right. Comfortable.

Staying quiet, Derek watched as Stiles stood up, slipping his shoes back on and fretting over his clothes again. He was always busy, mind and body in constant motion even if it didn’t make sense. It used to infuriate Derek when Stiles first began working in the library - he could never focus with the other’s mumbles and murmurs and humming and moving. It was chaotic in the smallest of ways. Now, though, he felt restless if Stiles didn’t move - his skin felt prickled if the younger man stayed still too long, a wrongness about it.

Before Stiles could open the door and sneak a look outside before he darted out, Derek asked, “Why didn’t you?”

Stiles paused, looking at the other in confusion and a half tilt of his head. “Why… why didn’t you resist me or - turn me down? Why?” Derek elaborated. His voice held steady and sounded normal but his heart was lodged in his throat and the tips of his fingers felt numb.

The question at least gave Stiles pause. He stepped back closer in the room, an incredulous look on his face once his mind seemed to catch up. He began waving, hands exaggeratedly emphasizing the length of Derek’s form still sitting on the bed before he gave an answering huff.

“Seriously? You have to ask?” Stiles asked, in a bit of a disbelieving tone. “I mean I-... have you seen you? Resisting you sounds impossible, Derek, I mean seriously. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would tell you no if you gave them even a second look that’s- that’s impossible, you’re-”

Derek had already begun to tune out, a sick feeling crawling from the pit of his stomach upwards. He had grabbed for his shoes, fumbling slightly as he slid them on, in the middle of Stiles’ rambling. Before the other could continue, Derek waved away the rest with a nod.

“Right, right - you’re not… blind,” Derek interrupted. Stiles seemed a bit stunned at the overly neutral tone. Derek always spoke in an even manner, known for being a bit brasher in his tone than others but fairly neutral and even overall - it was a mark of the Hale family, after all. To be balanced in all ways. He couldn’t risk being too nice or too rude. He may toe the line of overly curt and brash but he was never outright cold with his words. But even he could hear it - the change in his voice. It was exceptionally vague - not a hint of brashness. He was as even as his mother in her political discussions - unreadable.

Moving past Stiles without looking him properly in the eye, Derek mumbled about needing to get ready. Stiles attempted to stop him, his voice going low once the door opened, but it was of no use. Even the soft touch to Derek’s shoulder as he stepped out slid off with just a single step, allowing the steadily growing wall between them to commence.

Derek tried not to think about it. Shoved the thoughts out of his mind as he left the mostly empty hall and trailed back to his own room. He shouldn’t have thought Stiles would be interested in anything else besides his looks. It was, after all, his saving grace. After Kate’s stunt years back, most people averted their eyes - unable to meet Derek’s. It lingered with some, but it only took a year or two at most before he was once more a display.

Giggling visitors from other countries bashfully complimented him on how handsome he was, eyes raking up and down his body at parties and celebrations. Tabloids posted dozens of photos whenever he left the palace - endless remarks of his looks and how well clothes fit him and how others were sure the good looks didn’t stop at just his face pouring from every media outlet in the country and even in others.

He was used to it. He smiled his practiced smile, knew when to bow his head and murmur thanks. He was used to the squeezes to his bicep when being requested to dance and the lingering eyes of his partners. But that was it. Even Kate had said so when she still played the part of smitten girlfriend.

She’d tease him for his quiet nature and his lack of ability to feed into normal conversations. He could talk policy as needed and he had a plethora of books surrounding philosophers, history, and even art at his disposal - but they were drab topics outside of negotiations and proper business. And even if the analysis of Picasso’s The Old Guitarist was one Derek found interesting and showed the necessity of the arts and their value to civilizations old and new, Kate didn’t want to hear about it. Besides, even with his most impassioned topics on the table he still was a man of few words. Part of that came from being the son of the reigning Queen of Beacon, another part came from Kate’s backhanded nature.

Either way, it didn’t matter. Derek earned his keep with his looks. He was a nice face to look at and a figure that harnessed desire. Either no one cared what else he might be able to offer or his lack of personality drove them back to their distanced gazes. Just because Stiles could quote at least one line from every book Derek has ever picked up since he started working in the library and just because Stiles had enough words for five people let alone a conversation of two didn’t mean he wouldn’t be the same.

It was to be expected.

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Several hours later found Derek in one of his more casual attires but one fit for a prince nonetheless. The party and celebration were not one for hosting political affairs - they were for rejoicing. Sure, it was shared amongst several other visiting countries, and the sprawling room and subsequent halls were filled with faces far and wide, but none of them came to talk about further negotiations, treaties, or trade options. They all came to eat, dance, and laugh - embracing the decade’s worth of peace since King Christopher took his father’s place in Silvenia and ended the wars and trade blocks.

Derek stood off to the side, doing his best to obscure himself as much as possible in the throng of people. He’d eaten, he’d talked to his family, and he’d even danced with several people. He had done his share, he thought. This was meant to be enjoyed, and he enjoyed being alone.

He couldn’t, however, forever hide from Braeden. He’d seen his mother walking with her, laughing. His mother’s eyes seemed to search the crowd, trying to find him, and he did his best to slink away before she caught a whiff of his location. He’d done a good job so far, but he knew it was a fruitless endeavor to try and avoid her all night. It had only been two hours and the celebration would more than likely go well into the night. His mother would find him eventually.

Musing the odds of success if he were to try and slink away to his room or possibly to the gardens for a couple of hours to avoid detection a bit longer, Derek zoned out momentarily - unaware of his surroundings. He acknowledged the movement of others, the change in music, but it was all background noise in his mind. Which is why it was the perfect time for him to be found.

Just not by his mother, it seemed.

“Derek?” Stiles asked, gently laying a hand on his arm, eyebrows scrunched up in concern. “You okay?”

Shaking himself out of his clouded thoughts, Derek nodded and went to pull away from Stiles’ touch - planning to test out his garden escape. He should’ve been looking out for the man. After all, Stiles has been a regular attendee of nearly all the Hale family’s gatherings and parties for over 10 years. His father was now the Head of Palace Guards and his mother had once overseen the library he now worked in. Stiles’ presence was all but guaranteed between his two parents both working in the palace on a daily basis. Derek had just distantly hoped he wouldn’t approach him here - similar to all previous events.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me asking for a dance, would you?” Stiles asked, his eyebrows now unscrunched, one raised in question as he held out his hand. Derek stared for a moment, bewildered.

In all the years Stiles had attended these gatherings, he’d never once asked to dance with Derek - he rarely spoke to him. He’d danced with Cora once or twice, the two having been closer as kids since they were the same age and Cora deciding Stiles was the perfect partner for her scheming ploys. But even now in recent times, since Derek and Stiles had begun their… whatever it was between them, he had never asked. It had been nearly a year of sneaking into hidden library corners, empty guest rooms, and ducking into stable stalls - stealing kisses, fingers unbuttoning shirts, hands roaming skin. In that same time over a handful of parties, political events, and other such gatherings had come to pass of all different magnitudes and Stiles had all but avoided Derek.

Cautiously, Derek put down the drink in his hand and laid the other in Stiles’ open palm. He let the other pull him seamlessly into the throng of moving bodies. The music wasn’t slow enough for proper dance steps but it wasn’t fast enough to deter other couples from swaying and moving across the floor together. Blessedly, Stiles moved into the crowd and guided one of Derek’s hands to his waist, clasping the other in his hand while Stiles laid his second hand on Derek’s shoulder.

No one really led in this dance, but Stiles letting him control the speed and direction was a godsend as he was sure to stumble if he had to follow. Derek was sure he had Cora to thank for that, as he recalled his younger sister demanding to be the lead and making a young, 11-year-old Stiles learn to follow in all their dance numbers. He recalls hiding smirks and laughs behind his hand and drinks, watching the two kids stumble about when Stiles accidentally went to lead them and Cora stubbornly refused to follow.

He pushed those memories aside, trying to remove the fond film he’s learned to lay over all the memories with Stiles in them. He doesn’t know when he’d begun to do it, but it was harder than he’d expected to try and stop it.

“You left kinda fast earlier,” Stiles finally murmured, voice low as his eyes danced around the room. They got a couple of second glances, those who knew of Stiles’ position a bit surprised to find the two dancing together. Sure, he danced with Cora over the years, but that was largely when they were kids and it was cute - something for the adults to coo over and take pictures of.

“Yes,” Derek answered simply. He didn’t know what Stiles wanted and he preferred to keep his cards close to his chest. Stiles huffed at the minimal response, a fond eye roll following it shortly after.

“Okay, thanks for that,” Stiles teased, “what I meant is why? Did- did I say something to upset you? Did something happen - are you okay?”

Even in shorter sentences, Stiles still somehow rambled. His tempo was a bit too fast, his tone of voice wavering and pitching in odd places, teeth biting at his lips as he came up with a dozen more thoughts - his face mirroring his reaction to each one in live action. Derek quelled the amusement he found in the mannerisms.

“Just wanted to leave.”

At this, Stiles seemed to stutter in movement, feet delayed and causing the two to stumble momentarily. Both of Derek’s hands moved to hold him at the waist, righting him before he could fall while Stiles’ hands both gripped Derek’s shoulders to help anchor himself. They found themselves closer together, the stance becoming a bit more personal and intimate than before.

“Leave… me?” Stiles whispered quietly, looking over Derek’s shoulder. Derek stayed quiet, unsure how to answer without giving too much away. “Is it because of what I said? That I’m attracted to you? Did that upset you?” It was Derek’s turn to bring a stutter to their movements, going rigid. He thankfully composed himself much quicker, only setting them off by a step at most that was easily regained.

“I don’t have an issue with you finding me attractive, Stiles,” Derek sighed, “like you said, who isn’t.”

It wasn’t a question. But he couldn’t control the bite that came out with the last two words, a bit of a sarcastic drawl underlining his words. At this, Stiles snapped his eyes to the side, looking questioningly at his dance partner. Derek didn’t explain any further, instead avoiding direct eye contact as best he could while still dancing.

“Is that…” Stiles’ words faltered, dying off. Even without looking at his face, Derek could see his thoughts play out. He swear he could hear the gears grinding in his head as he raced through all possible questions, answers, scenarios, and each of their meanings in a span of a few seconds. It would never cease to impress and exasperate Derek how Stiles thought just as quickly as he spoke - often one blending into the other without filter or regard for how his words came out.

“Der,” Stiles said, his voice suddenly a bit louder and demanding. Derek just raised his eyebrows in response, gaze still not meeting Stiles’. The younger boy huffed, hides sliding up from Derek’s shoulders to grip either side of his face and force Derek to look at him before he continued speaking. “What I said was true. I don’t know any sane person who would turn you down, but - that’s not the only reason I’m attracted to you. You know that, right? You have to know that.”

Derek swallowed the lump in his throat, giving a partial shrug to try and show his indifference on the matter. It seemed to be the wrong response, however, when Stiles growled out low in frustration, his fingers digging in a bit more into Derek’s skin and demanding his attention.

“You have to know,” he said, incredulous. “You think - what? All this time I just wanted some casual… fling? That I just saw a pretty face and that was all it took? A pretty face and I spend hours sneaking away from my work, hiding from my dad, skirting around guards?”

Stiles paused, but not long enough for Derek to actually respond. He shook his head as if in disbelief before continuing, “Is that it? You thought I just wanted to fuck around with you? Jesus Christ, how shallow do you think I am? Better yet! How stupid?! If I just wanted someone for their looks why would I go after a prince? A prince, Derek. I know we’re evolved and all but I’m sure your mom would still approve a hanging or beheading or some other medieval offing of me, fuck.”

Derek couldn’t help but crack a wry grin at Stiles’ vomit of words, head ducking down slightly as he tamped down on his laughter. The idea of his mother not only approving but requesting a beheading seemed comical - the woman was terse and poised, levelheaded beyond compare, but she was also the same woman who cried over Animal Planet at 9 PM on a Tuesday after seeing a crocodile eat a baby zebra. She blubbered about ‘the poor baby’ for half an hour, squeezing Cora into a smushed hug against her chest and all but breaking Derek’s bones as she held his hand. It was a hilarious thought, all things considered.

Stiles’ noise of exasperation broke him from his daddling thoughts, surprising Derek. Another thing Stiles was good at; even without trying, he got Derek lost in his own rambling thoughts - Stiles’ jabber and ranting offering endless avenues of thought and consideration, even if absurd. It was a nice change of pace, having something to ponder and get lost in. Something that was entertaining and not all too important that demanded his full focus or response all at once.

“Derek, I am about to make a damn fool of myself and if someone overhears this and then sees you walk away from me I think I’ll be forced to exile myself but, Jesus fuck , here it goes,” Stiles let out a long breath, eyes closing briefly before reopening and settling on Derek as if he were a target. “I am in-fucking-love with you. I love how you speak with your eyebrows and eye rolls better than any person can with words. I love how you obsessively read fucking historical books and pour over goddamn poetry and art journals. I love how you get spaced out when we talk about centuries-old plays and hundred-year-old paintings as if you can’t comprehend what they mean and are stunned by their mere existence. I love how you talk and sound like you’re thinking of murdering me and then just- laugh! And god, your laugh - I still can’t figure out if it’s your smile or your laugh that’s my favorite. And, fuck- I just… I can’t think of a single thing I don’t obsessively think about when it comes to you. And of course, of course, you’re fucking beautiful - work of art, walking god, all the usuals - but I… I just love being with you.”

They stopped dancing, coming to a halt in the middle of the mass of people. Derek is sure the song changed, people who still lingered a bit further away now going through similar steps and movements he couldn’t be bothered to recall or put a name to. He also knew they were being watched - hell, he’s sure half a dozen people caught at least half of that spiel, with Stiles’ voice raising in tone and pitch and volume like crazy throughout as if he couldn’t control it.

He felt a bit punch drunk, in a way. He didn’t know if he should be embarrassed that Stiles caught him wistfully zoning out over paintings or if he should laugh at the fact that Stiles has somehow done what not even his family has by being able to read and understand his responses just by facial expressions alone. It felt like a weight had been removed from his shoulders but his stomach felt heavy, stirring with nerves.

“You love me?” he finally asked. Stiles groaned, smacking his head against the curve of his own arm that rested against Derek’s shoulder. He was muttering and cursing quietly.

“I only repeated it about a hundred times but, yes. Yes - I love you. I am in love with you, I will figure out all the euphemisms to say it and learn it in as many languages as I can. Hell, I’ll do it old school - find a fucking boombox and sta-”

Stiles’ remaining rant cut off as Derek pulled his chin up, pressing a harsh kiss against the other’s lips. It wasn’t soft or biting, just… hard. Solid. Reassuring. Stiles helped quell the bruising press of lips by softly dragging a thumb over Derek’s cheek, the gesture making the kiss soften until they both were pulling away. Stiles looked awestruck, eyes dancing and sliding side to side to take in the room before ultimately landing once more on Derek’s face, a pleased grin taking over his face as their eyes met.

“I’ve been stupidly in love with you ever since you began singing that awful song when I tried to explain what a Blue Period was and then I kept humming it all week because it was stuck in my head,” Derek offered as an explanation for his actions. Stiles paused, eyebrows pulled together in consideration for a second before he broke out into loud laughter, probably remembering the exact scene from two years prior. If no one saw them before they surely had garnered enough people’s attention by now.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since you told Harris off for making me cry during the Polka,” Stiles grinned. It was Derek’s turn to bark out a laugh, louder than he had laughed in a while. He remembered that, it was 8 years ago - when Stiles and Cora were still learning various dances. Cora had to learn for the sake of her title and appearance, Stiles was just the poor culprit she wrangled into the mess and who could barely keep time with the three-step beat, leading to lots of stumbling and Harris berating him before Derek growled out a retort about being so pathetic to bully a child.

Derek remembered it as a scarring experience, Stiles refusing to dance for two weeks after. Stiles, however, decided it was the moment in which he’d fall in love with a then-angry, overly private 16-year-old that barely even spoke to him. Derek wasn’t sure which moment of realization was more absurd between them.

“You were thirteen !”

“And I was in love!”

It got quiet between the two, both of them just grinning at the other. Neither bothered to realize just how quiet it had gotten, or how much space had been carved out around them during their conversation. They were lost in their own world, ignorant to the rest of the room around them.

It wasn’t until a minute or two passed when a cleared throat caught their attention, making them realize the quieter atmosphere and their center stage set up among the crowd. Talia - Queen Talia - stood beside them, a knowing smirk on her face as she regarded them with a raised eyebrow, hands clasped in front of her.

Stiles gave a half-choked squawk in realization while Derek bowed his head, his cheeks heating in embarrassment. They separated abruptly, standing side by side to face Talia head-on.

“So,” Talia broke the silence, “I don’t think I’ll be introducing you to Braeden anytime soon. Seeing as you already have a boyfriend, hm?”

Stiles choked again, some mangled word dying in his throat, while Derek simply looked up at his mom with a deer-in-the-headlights look. When she gave a pointed tilt of her head, eyes shooting to Stiles as the younger man seemed paralyzed on the spot, Derek knew she was encouraging him to confirm. To say something .

“Yes,” he finally managed to pull out, his hand reaching out to grasp Stiles’ and squeezing it in question. When he got an immediate squeeze in response, he gave his mother a wide, genuine smile. “I’m dating Stiles.”

With that, Talia seemed pleased. She clapped her hands, announced that further celebration was to commence, and then left them as they were. It was oddly anti-climatic, the room returning to its usual activity and volume as before - only sneaky side glances were thrown their way in curiosity. It was easy for Derek to pull Stiles back to the outskirts of the room, however, the two of them were unable to stop glancing at each other and sharing smiles.

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Hey! I'm probably SOOO late to transformers fanfics and one shots but I've come with this prompt,( I hope you like it enough to write it!) could you write Ratchet x injured reader, g/n or female. Injured shoulder, and maybe trying to hide it from him? Also in Tfp? If all this isnt too much to ask? Thank you for considering! Have a good day/ night

a/n: heehee this one was fun. the dialogue is kinda splotchy because theres a lot going on in my brain rn but!! hope you like it <3 also reader is cybertronian bc there are NOT enough cybertronian!reader fics out there and theyre very fun to write tbh. hope thats okay!!

ALSO! guidelines have been updated so before anyone submits a new req please read it! and please please request mirage/rotb fics oh my god im obsessed with it ROTB WAS SO GOOD </33

warnings: very minor injuries, pining <3 word count: 1059 (GN, cybertronian!reader) continued under the cut

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The purple and green swirl of the ground-bridge closed behind you as you followed your team back into base, the lingering energy buzzing under your plating.

Glancing at Bumblebee, a small twinge of pity struck you as he made his way over to the medical bay. The scout had taken a few nasty punches from Breakdown and clearly wasn’t feeling too hot; dents littering his armor.

“We showed ‘em, huh?” your focus was snatched when Bulkhead caught you off guard with his usual celebratory elbow-bump, sending you stumbling a little from the force. A sharp pain ran up your arm to your shoulder and you winced.

“Yea- totally.” sending the wrecker a strained smile, you gave him a half-hearted push back. He tilted his head, about to open his mouth to ask you something when Miko booked it over to the two of you, questions spilling out of her mouth at a mile a minute. All of them were something gore or violence related, asking Bulkhead if he got any pictures of some “hardcore massacre-ing”. The girl's interests were a little concerning, but endearing. Nonetheless, you took the opportunity to slink away and avoid any more attention. Angling your helm, your face scrunched up at the sight - and feeling - of the wound on your shoulder.

Too focused on the fight in front of you, a stray Vehicon had been able to sneak up behind you and catch you by surprise. Fortunately for you, Vehicons were mass trained for quantity over quality and didn’t have the best shots. The blast grazed your shoulder, tearing between some of your paneling to the barely exposed wires. It hurt like a bitch at first, but adrenaline buried it enough that it wouldn’t distract you - plus it was small enough that none of your team noticed. Now that you were back at base, though, the piercing sting prodded at your processor incessantly. You did want to go and see Ratchet about it - always finding some kind of excuse to be around the mech - but he was dealing with Bumblebee right now, and you didn’t want to add to his plate. Not like it was anything life-threatening, anyway. You could just try and patch it up yourself - you’ve spent enough time with Ratchet to pick up a few things yourself.

You stole a glance at said medic, who you only just noticed was looking right at you. Immediately you realized from the questioning look on his face, raised brow and all, he had probably caught both your reaction to Bulkhead bumping into you and the grimace you had made at your shoulder. Optimistic, you shook your head at him, giving the mech a meager thumbs-up and a “I'm-actually-totally-fine” smile. He gave you a hard stare, and your spark sank when he motioned you over with a flick of his digits. You begrudgingly made your way over to the medical bay. As you neared, Ratchet had already cleared Bumblebee and was shooing him out. The scout passed you, and your attention was focused on Ratchet waiting with a cocked helm and his ever-present RBF. Standing awkwardly under his gaze, almost scrutinizing, you huffed. Without a word, the red and white medic picked up his scanner, turning it on with a loud click and running the green laser over your frame.

“Really, doc - I’m fine. It’s nothing.” you tried, and failed, as he kept the device lingering at your shoulder. With a deadpan look covering his faceplate, he put the scanner down and placed his servos over your shoulder plating. You grit your denta to keep a pained hiss from leaving you, wincing when he felt around the frayed wiring.

“Nothing, huh?” you pouted at his scoff, his metal brows knitted together as he examined the shot that had barely missed doing any serious damage. “Sit.” he ordered, gesturing to the medical berth while he moved to grab some tools from a nearby counter. Embarrassment was settling in your chassis, but you did as you were told.

It technically didn’t take long to patch you up, but the old mech made it seem like eons to you with the way he was muttering about “some of the team having egos too big for their own good.” It only made the burn of embarrassment grow, and you ducked your head when he gave you a pointed look. Ratchet was nothing if not thorough in ensuring you knew when he disapproved of something.

Soon enough he finished up, giving the patched wound a once-over.

“Anything else you’re not telling me?” he questioned, the familiar lilt of sarcasm back in his tone. That at least steadied your nerves a little.

“No, sir.” you mocked, raising one of your servos in a half-assed salute.

He scowled, crossing his arms, “I’ll have Optimus enforce mandatory health checks every time you come back to base.”

Frantically shaking your helm, you raised both servos defensively, “Okay, okay!” you sputtered, “Won’t happen again.” His optics narrowed, giving you a hard stare, and you released a heavy sigh. “Promise.”

Ratchet debated it for a moment, still having half a mind to just assign the checks anyway, but as you kept your optics trained on his, the mech’s will buckled and he huffed a quick, “Good.”

You both were staring at each other for just a moment too long before Ratchet gave a quick cough. “Come back if the pain flares up again.” he waved you off as he made his way back to his usual spot at the terminal. You blinked, watching him walk off with a slightly heated face. Awkward. Hopping off the medical berth, you were careful not to irritate your shoulder and mess it up more than it already was. As you walked past Bumblebee he whirred to grab your attention. You paused, turning your head to him with a raised metal brow.

The scout chirped at you teasingly from where he sat, nodding his head way too obviously towards you and then Ratchet, who was already burying himself back in his work. Your optics widened, immediately narrowing into an offended glare as you jabbed a digit towards him.

“Don't. Even.” you grumbled, folding your arms and walking briskly away from Bumblebee’s poorly stifled, chittering laugh that echoed behind you. Your previous pity for the mech quickly dissipated as your faceplate burned. Primus.

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Congrats on 250!!!!! For the event: Cat + “Knock it off”

Thaaaaank you!!! tbh, I still can't believe you follow me and we're moots 🥹❤️❤️

Prompts: Cat / Dog (cat), "Knock it off." Teaser: "You were close enough to his armpit to smell the musk permeating the thick coat. This fucker." Warnings: SFW, established relationship, lil bit of a scuffle, buggy is ticklish Word count: ~1.3k

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The morning was full of rumors about the new recruit you found - someone huge, but surprisingly agile, an assassin from the shadows, and skilled in hand to hand combat. The new recruit was a certified freak with extra fingers and toes, needle-sharp teeth, and eyes that looked through you.

Some of the crew joked to Buggy about how they kept blades in their fur coat, just like someone they know. The constant whispers, mutters, and chuckles filling the background created an agitating buzz in the pirate’s head. While he trusted you and would ask you for advice (in private), you did not have the authority to recruit new crew members without his approval. The captain’s approval.

You were slipping out of the bedroom when Buggy stormed up in a frenzied whirlwind. Complaints and non sequiturs swirled around you, flying in one ear and out the other. He had much to say, but very little to actually tell you. You grabbed him by the wrist to help anchor his thoughts, and ran your thumb along the fabric on his forearm. The contact brought his eyes to meet yours, but not his attention. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t seeing you.

“Where is he?” Buggy finally huffed. 

His eyes darted around looking for the freaky giant that you must be hiding. The lump in his throat grew, despite his attempts at swallowing it down with all the saliva collecting in his mouth. Not only did you invite someone onto the ship, but you must be hiding him. Everyone said you were still showing the newbie around. Buggy’s eyes finally landed on the door behind you. The door whose knob you held in one hand behind your back.

“Is he in there?” The question came out in a strangled shout, cracking at the peak.

Preparing for what would happen next, you grounded your feet and tightened your grip on his arm. Buggy tried to push you aside and failed. You swung his arm to the side, trying to keep him from grabbing you or the knob. While the chop chop man could easily overpower obstacles like this, he rarely did. Not when you were involved. Next, he tried to knock you off balance by bumping your hips with his and lunging for the knob. You countered by hooking a leg around one of his and using his center of gravity to remain stable.

“Buggy, stop. Leave her alone,” you hissed. Your body was tense, muscles straining to keep Buggy from moving out of the awkward position you had him locked in.

“No!” Buggy managed to slip an arm around your head and pulled you down into a headlock. You were close enough to his armpit to smell the musk permeating the thick coat. This fucker. You let him skip out on wash day and now he was using your kindness against you.

“What the fuck! Let me go!” 

Of course your request was ignored. Buggy stepped to the side, planning to pull you away from the door entirely. While his focus was on the rearrangement, you furiously dug your fingers into his sides and squeezed. Feeling ribs under your fingertips, you pummeled those with pointed massages until you squeezed out a high pitched screech.

“K-knock it off!!” It was a piercing shriek. One that sounded like victory to you. 

Rather than shoving you away and risking your feral grip dragging along his ticklish ribs, Buggy broke apart and rebuilt himself a few steps away. He glared at you, red faced and out of breath, wincing slightly as he soothed his assaulted muscles. Despite losing the battle, the pirate was not ready to give up. He took a step towards the door. It was slow and deliberate, daring you to get in the way again. You both knew the rules. If one person played dirty, the other could play dirtier. You upped the ante by tickling him after the stink attack. It would be Buggy’s turn to fuck with you next, and you rarely survived the second onslaught.

“Fine, fine. Let me introduce you.”

You stepped in front of Buggy and slowly pushed the door open. Very slowly. With the first few inches of space, you slide your foot into the room. Then your leg. When there was enough space, you popped in your head, before continuing the awkward slither.

Buggy watched the impromptu interpretive dance. This was weird. Were you afraid? Did you invite someone dangerous onto his ship? But you wouldn’t leave them in this room alone. What was going on? He waited until you beckoned him in with a wave of your hand. A treacherous hand that just tickled him, so he didn’t feel very trusting at the moment. But he followed.

He looked around the room, hair tassels swinging from his hat as he whipped his head around. The movement was followed by curious eyes. The new recruit. She was at his desk, staring as he entered the room. Assessing him. After a quiet moment, she blinked her yellow eyes and stretched, showing off her sharp weapons. Not in a show of aggression or dominance, but because she felt comfortable. She felt relaxed here. Relaxed enough to rest her head on Buggy’s desk and bask in the sunlight.

“A…a cat?” His body deflated as the anxious tension released. There was also a twinge of disappointment. Buggy had spent much of the day preparing for some type of fight and all the adrenaline pumping in his body was unnecessary now.

“Mmhm, she followed me onto the ship and wouldn’t leave. I think she likes it here. She’s not afraid of Richie, can you believe it? They got along like old friends,” you said with a smile.

“Probably because she’s fucking huge,” Buggy muttered. 

The cat was surprisingly big, larger than the other felines Buggy saw on ships or creeping the docks. Pointy ears twitched in the sunlight as she stretched out again, shuffling the papers under her striped body and knocking trinkets off the desk. 

“Hey, watch it!” A lone hand flew over to shoo the cat away from his shit. Rather than being startled, a large paw reached out and hooked the appendage with a sharp claw.

Buggy gasped in shock and tried to pull himself back. Reluctant to let go of the new toy, the cat added in another paw and reeled the hand back in with a satisfied chirp. You couldn’t hide your laughter at Buggy’s indignant sputter. He could feel the pricks poking through the leather glove, a warning to not pull away again.

“Listen, she better not be a distraction or break anything,” Buggy grumbled. 

This was too much for him and he wanted to get away. All day he spent mentally preparing to either lose you to some buff new recruit or to fight for you. Then he had to actually fight you. All that to be faced with a fucking cat who was taking over his space. And it even took his hand. If he didn’t step out, his agitation would boil over and it wouldn’t end well for anyone. Throwing a petty sneer at the cat, Buggy left the room.

“She’s already got a job catching mice!” you called after him. 

“Tell her my hand isn’t a fucking mouse,” floated back through the open door.

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You weren’t able to wrestle Buggy’s hand away from its captor (cat-ptor?) so you decided to try again later. Hours later you slinked back into the room. The desktop was empty - no cat and most of the papers had been knocked off. What wasn’t empty was the bed.

Buggy was curled up on the mattress and nestled between his fully-intact arms was the cat. Her furry chest rose and fell at a steady pace, as did Buggy’s - at a slower, but still steady, sleepy, pace. As much as you wanted to join the cuddle puddle, you decided to let the two finish their cat nap. Maybe later, you could get Buggy’s help with picking a name for the new recruit.

[zerobaselove]

my favorite | park gunwook

pairing: gunwook x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 939

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread

prompts: 7. "dont tell me you're jealous" 30. "you make it hard to think straight"

notes: my wookie ohhh i love him so bad. i've been pretty busy lately but i did manage to pop this out in a pretty quick time so <3 anything for him tbh

ever since you started dating gunwook you had found yourself getting close with the other members; it was inevitable really, always visiting gunwook at practice and the dorms meant you were also always visiting them. surprisingly you actually got along really well with everyone, despite your fear that they wouldn't like you.

you had especially gotten to be on good terms with gunwook's best friend, gyuvin. he was always fun to be around and the three of you found it easy to hang out together without anything being weird. it was nice. after years of longing for a close group of friends, you finally had one, and you had gunwook; it didn't get much better than that.

today was a day off for the boys, a rare occasion that you knew you had to take advantage of. according to gunwook he had the dorm all to himself, almost. gyuvin was there too, both deciding to stay in on the free day instead of going shopping or out with friends like the others. so in an attempt to be nice, you stopped at the store to grab them some snacks for all their hard work lately.

you grabbed a few snacks, one you had seen gyuvin eating with gunwook once, a safe option you'd like to think, as well as some drinks and gunwook's absolute favorite snack.

soon enough you found yourself knocking on the door to their dorm, hearing some muffled shuffling before being greeted with gyuvin's smile. "oh gunwook is just in the shower, c'mon in." he opened the door, gesturing you into the kitchen as he locked the door behind you.

"i brought treats!" you enthused, holding the convenience store bag in your hand before reaching in to grab the snacks you got for gyuvin.

the two of you chatted for a bit, gyuvin even sharing his snack with you to show his gratitude until gunwook made an entrance. his hair was still damp and sticking to his forehead, partnered with the glasses resting on his nose. "hi love," he came up behind you to drape his arms over your shoulders. you relaxed into his touch despite the drips of cold water coming off of his hair, giving him a similar greeting before standing up, not noticing the way his eyes grazed over you and gyuvin in front of him.

"you two go have fun, i have to catch up on a show." gyuvin smiled, heading off to his bedroom with his drink, opting to leave his snack on the counter. now that you were alone you couldn't help but notice the expression plastered across gunwook's face. "what's wrong wook?" you questioned, bringing your hand up to brush a damp strand of hair from his eyes.

"it's nothing," he mumbled, barely audible through the pout that he displayed as his arms crossed in front of him.

gunwook was stubborn, this wasn't news to you, but he also knew you weren't stupid, so you ran over anything that could've made him upset today. you quickly scanned the room, eyes landing on the snacks and the empty seat that once sat gyuvin a few minutes ago. bingo.

"wook," you chuckled, "don't tell me you're jealous."

"you got him snacks," he pouted again, unable to control his tone as he stood there staring at you. you could only laugh for a moment as you picked up the bag on the floor, "i got you snacks too, silly." you pulled out a bag of home run balls and a carton of chocolate milk for the boy sulking in front of you before holding it out to him.

he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face, "those are my favorites, how'd you know?"

"i pay attention gunwook," you placed the snacks down on the table as you gestured for him to sit with you. "did you really think i'd get gyuvin snacks and not you?" he shrunk into himself at the statement; yeah, it seemed a little weird that you'd do that, but he didn't always prove to be the smartest when it came to the person he loved.

he shook his head, mumbling a "no" under his breath as he shyly opened the chocolate milk carton. "thank you." his voice was a little louder this time.

"no need to thank me," you ruffled his hair, letting out a small chuckle at the endearing boy in front of you, "you're cute when you're jealous by the way."

the blush that dusted across his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you, and you couldn't help but wonder how you got so lucky to have such a cute boy in your life.

"listen it's not my fault," he sighed, taking another sip of his drink, "you just," he paused for a moment, "you make it hard to think straight."

now it was your turn to blush, a little flustered at the innocent confession from the boy sitting beside you. you took a few moments to compose yourself before responding, "well i'm honored," a slight questioning tone in your voice, but genuine nonetheless.

a shy smile spread across his lips as he grabbed your hand with his free hand, the other holding the snacks and his drink, "well c'mon," he started, pulling you off towards his room, "you promised me you'd play games with me."

and that's how your afternoon went; back and forth bickering as you competed in various games. as much as you loved your boyfriend, you'd be damned if you went easy on him, so that incident wouldn't be the last time you saw pouty gunwook before the day was over.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 21 - Rely

What went before.

How do you prove you are who you say you are?

With a little dose of DINKY EARTH&SKY STORYTIME.

I agonised over the flashback being from Virgil’s POV rather than Scott who is supposed to be the one telling the story… but Virg very much took front and centre (is about time tbh cos it’s HIS story after all and Scotty keeps muscling in). So yeah it might be a jarring shift, hope you’ll forgive me if so and enjoy the mini earth & sky antics anyway xx

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“Prove it.”

“I… what?”

“Prove you’re not Dad just trying to talk me down off the roof again so Scott has to leave without me.”

Scott’s blood was now red ice-slushie and his heart seemed to be struggling to pump it where it was needed. He was going to mess this up. He was going to let his brother down again. Was it even possible to logic him out of this? Probably not. But, now they were here, he had to try. He had to fix whatever it was that had prompted his brother’s fractured psyche to replace him with… a better version? His mind raced.

“Uh… ok. Ok! How about you ask me something Dad wouldn’t know.”

Virgil silently consulted to his left again, his eyebrows raising with a sudden idea. His head snapped back around and his eyes narrowed on Scott before he raised one finger to his own face and slowly drew a short line along the bottom of his jaw towards his chin. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Scott had already unconsciously mimicked the action, tracing the marginally firmer texture of the almost invisible scar he carried there. A slight wash of relief ran through him as he realised he could answer this one very easily but their father could not have.

“Well it certainly wasn’t an argument with a barbed wire fence like we told Mom and Dad…”

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“The math works, Virgil! The lift from the drones will be just enough to support the two of us into a glide then the wings will do the rest.”

Virgil eyed Scott’s pride and joy with a bucketload of awe mixed with a few shovelfuls of suspicion.

The flying machine’s body was the old carbon fibre kayak, consigned to the garage long ago when their attempt to navigate the nearby stream in midsummer left it slightly… holey… in places. The two of them had manhandled it on to the roof via the internal ladder in the middle of the night about three weeks ago. The swarm of eight small tricopter-drones Scott had requested for his birthday were attached (four across the front, one each wing and two to the back) with lots of complicated-looking knots Virgil hadn’t learnt at Rescue Scouts yet but his brother had practised for hours to perfect.

The main event - the wings themselves - were an ingenious combination of fishing poles, some chicken wire fencing Scott had liberated from behind the shed and a patchwork of pieces of an old parachute Mom had stashed away for a rainy (or last minute fancy dress costume) day.

It did look impressive but also maybe a little more… home made… than Virgil had pictured when Scott had explained his Big Idea.

“I’m not sure your math is the same as real life, Scotty…”

“Sure it is! In high school you do real life math - it’s called physics and its all about balancing up forces with down forces. I checked my calculations with my physics teacher last week. She thought it was brilliant. It will work.”

“Did she know you were planning to do it in real life though?”

“Of course not, 11 year olds aren’t meant to be able to fly. It’d cause a fuss.”

“Hmm.” Virgil scratched his head and tried to figure out why the flying machine made him uneasy. It wasn’t just that the stitching of the parachute to the mesh was somewhat wobblier than Virgil had drawn in the neat plan they’d sketched together. nor was it the fact he could see daylight through some of the gashes in the boat.

“Did your sums include using duct tape?” Scotty had for sure used a lot. A lot of a lot.

“It’s really strong. Ever tried to unstick it from something? Impossible! Nothing unsticks what duct tape says should be stuck.”

“Ok.” Virgil’s voice was small because it was being squashed by big feelings. Some excited and proud ones. Quite a lot more scared ones. And some guilty ones.

And some deep misgivings about whatever “physics” was.

Since leaving them to go to High School Scott’s brain had been full of so many clever new things and he was so confident and excited. Virgil felt bad for not trusting him. After all, Scotty always made the crazy ideas work and then his eyes would twinkle with the annoying “told you so”. They always came out ok because Scotty wouldn’t let Virgil get hurt.

His big brother suddenly crouched down to look him in the eye. His eyes were soft behind the sparkle.

“You don’t have to do it if you’re scared Virgie. 11 years olds aren’t supposed to fly so I guess 9 year olds are even more… uh… not supposed to fly. It won’t matter, you could just watch instead and…” he frowned in thought “I would just need a weight about the same as you to strap to the seat behind… so the math still works. Hmm, maybe a rock or something…”

Scott trailed off and looked around them as if expecting to find a ideal Virgil-sized boulder just waiting there on the rooftop. Virgil hoped he wasn’t going to have to help carry one up the ladder.

Except, no. Of course he wasn’t. Scotty wasn’t going flying with a rock. Not while Virgil was around. His brother could always rely on him to always be right there at his side. He gave himself a little shake, put his hands on his hips and pulled what he thought might be a strong, reliable face:

“You need a wingman. That’s gotta be me. It can’t be a rock, that’s just silly!”

Scott beamed with obvious relief. “Alright short stuff, if you’re sure?”

Virgil was developing a talent for deadly glares and directed his best scowl at the lanky beanpole towering over him. His brother just seemed amused rather than appropriately terrified.

“I’m not that short Scott. I’m nearly as tall as Mom.”

“Yeah well Mom’s teeny. Dad calls her his Li’l Lightning Bolt cos…”

“She’s not! She told me we are the normal ones and you and Dad are secretly Sasquatches hiding from the FBI!”

Scott’s chirpy cackle was loud and long and Virgil glowed with pleasure at making him laugh, even if it hadn’t been his own joke originally. Then a little pang of worry hit him.

“Do you think they are alright?”

Scott squeezed his shoulder. “Of course they are, I promise. Baby Gordon just needs a bit of looking after at hospital because he’s even teenier than you...” Virgil gave him his best killer glare “… and Mom and Dad are just keeping him company. She’s alright Virgie.”

“Yeah.” Another squeeze then his brother stood up tall and together they surveyed the view.

Scott checked his new watch then licked his finger and put it up in the air. His very serious and important expression was a bit spoiled by his tongue sticking out to the side as he concentrated on working out the wind direction but Virgil suppressed the giggle. This was Scotty’s big moment.

“Alright, if we are gonna do this it needs to be now. Wind��s good and Grandma and Grandpa will be back with Johnny in about 20 minutes.”

“Aye aye Captain Scott!”

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Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Boys x Fem!Reader) [Smut] (Bam, Dico, Raab, Ryan, Rake)

I wrote this based on my desire to be the entire CKY friend group’s personal whore. I would have included Frantz, Jess and Bottaro but I’d already locked in the other five guys and figured I’d keep it to those five so this isn’t too long. You get a separate scene with each guy so feel free to skip to your favorite boys. Most of the GIFS were previously provided to me by @lovelyra <3

Description: You’re a valuable asset to the CKY friend group. You help them with pranks, you film stunts for them, you make them laugh, and, best of all, you let them all have their way with you whenever they want. You’re their own personal free use sex doll, and it’s the best job in the world.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Free Use/Group Free Use, Female Reader, Each guy takes a turn with you at different times so there’s no threesomes here but they all explicitly share you, You’re like a friend with benefits except for the entire friend group, Bam’s pretty sub, Raab’s pretty sub, the rest are various shades of dom, zero plot here tbh

@asskickedbygirl @butttxray @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @cryinonthefloor553 literally just tagging everyone I figured would be interested.

The number one rule of being the friend group’s free use girl was that Bam always went first—and by first, I mean first thing in the morning before the rest of the guys were even awake. If you were in the kitchen making breakfast, he’d come in and try to get you to fuck him while you cooked bacon on the stove. If you were on the couch watching TV, he’d toss the remote across the room and have you ride him right there on the living room carpet. And if you were in bed, he’d waltz right in without knocking and obnoxiously throw himself on top of you to wake you up, which was what he had chosen to do on this particular morning.

You opened a bleary eye to glare at Bam as he threw himself on top of you, his long hair falling into your face as he stared down at you with a grin. “Did I wake you, sleeping beauty?” You rolled your eyes and pushed him off enough to sit up as you yawned. “No, Bam, of course not. It’s not like you just threw your entire body weight on top of me, that would never wake me up.” Bam’s grin widened, and he pointedly ignored your sarcastic reply as he crawled under the covers of your bed and pressed himself against you, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around himself so you were cuddling his body close to yours. “You’re so warm.” You grimaced. “Your feet are cold.” Bam shrugged, not looking sorry in the least as he ran his ice cold feet up your legs under the covers. “All the more reason to be under the blankets with you, you can warm them up for me.” You shook your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t hide the smile that was starting to form on your lips. He was annoying as hell, but in an endearing way. You leaned closer to him and pressed your lips against his in a kiss that started out gentle but soon became eager and rough from just how desperate Bam was for your touch; you could feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh under the covers, and you palmed it as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, prompting him to whine softly against your lips and pull away with a pout.

“Damn you, (Y/n), I was trying not to get hard. I don’t have time to let you fuck me today.” You raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you even wake me up if we’re not gonna have sex?” Bam rolled his eyes, resting his head against your neck and closing his eyes. “I wanted to cuddle for a little bit. I have to leave soon to go meet Frantz to film some extra bits for Viva La Bam, and I figured I could get in a little spooning time beforehand. But then you just had to go and kiss me like that and now I’ve got a boner, so thanks a lot for ruining my plans.” You laughed. “How does you having a hard-on stop us from spooning?” Bam shot you a look. “Well I’m obviously not gonna leave this room with a boner, so now we have to spoon and fuck around at the same time, and we have to do it fast. I have to be out of here in like fifteen minutes.” He turned over so his back was against your chest, draping your arm over him so you were spooning him from the back, and then he guided your hand back down to his bulge. You laughed, squeezing his erection in your hand. “You’re so demanding, Margera. Let me guess, I give you a handjob while you lay there and whine like a little bitch the whole time?” He looked back at you with a mischievous little smirk. “You’re a goddamn mind reader. Now get going, babe, I haven’t got all day.” You rolled your eyes, snaking your hand down the front of his boxers to wrap your fingers around the base of his hot, hard little cock with a teasing pump. “You know, King Bam, a ‘please’ would be nice once in a while.”

Bam didn’t respond, merely leaning his head back against your chest with his eyes closed as he took in the feeling of your soft hand gripping his shaft. You rubbed your finger over his tip, circling his slit and swiping up a bead of precum, and his mouth fell open as he let out a breathy moan. Your grip on his cock tightened and you pumped his shaft even faster, rubbing over his balls with your free hand and pressing down on the head of his cock to keep him from cumming too quickly. Another whine left his lips, which were shiny and slick with the drool he was struggling to keep in his mouth as he bucked his hips against your firm touch, his tummy and chest jerking every time your fingers slipped over his slit or rubbed over the underside of his shaft. After an especially firm stroke, Bam’s hips stuttered, and he started to pull away from your grip; unsurprisingly, given how sensitive his cock was and how easy it was to overstimulate it. On most mornings like this you would have kept on teasing him for at least another half hour just for your own amusement, but this needed to be over with quickly if he was gonna leave the house on time, so instead of showing mercy and going a little gentler you merely doubled down and began jerking him off even more intensely, squeezing his balls in your hand and playing with his tip over and over again until his cock was twitching wildly in your grip, his hips bucking forward desperately as he got closer to cumming. Bam craned his head back to bury his face in your tits, grabbing at your arm as you roughly stroked his shaft until, finally, he whinily blew his load all over your hand.

You held him against you for a minute, spooning him while you let him catch his breath, and then he turned his head back to give you another kiss, this one much softer than the one he’d given you earlier. “Thank you.” You smiled, pushing his long hair out of his face affectionately. “Anytime, Bam. Here, clean up your mess.” You held your hand up to his lips, letting him lick his cum off your fingers, and then you pressed a kiss against the back of his neck and sat up against your pillows. “You’ve gotta leave pretty soon, right? Might wanna go straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, just so Frantz doesn’t ask any questions.” Bam sat up too, smoothing his hair out and tucking his soft cock back into his boxers. “Frantzy boy’s usually too busy cumming his pants over his new camera equipment to notice anything else. I do need to go ahead and leave, though. Sorry for waking you up so early.” His voice softened a little bit towards the end, and you affectionately stroked his hair. “Aw, no worries, Bam. You know I like spending my mornings with you. And anyway, it’s better than what you did yesterday, trying to get me to fuck you while I was cooking bacon on the stove.” Bam grinned. “Oh come on, that wasn’t so bad.” You shot him a look. “Bam, you got burned by the grease at least three different times and the pan almost caught fire.” He shrugged, getting up from the bed and smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. “It was worth it, though. Listen, don’t let the other guys wear you out too much, okay? I wanna sleep in here with you tonight.” You smiled. “Sure thing. See you tonight.” You watched him leave.

Once he’d gone and closed the door behind him, you laid back down and pulled the covers over your head, knowing good and well you most likely wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep; falling back asleep after messing around with Bam was just about impossible, which was why he was basically your human alarm clock. You laid there for a few minutes, waiting for the last remaining traces of sleepiness to fade away, and then you got up out of bed and got ready, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You leaned down to splash water on your face, and when you straightened up, you noticed in the reflection of the mirror that Dico was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with his trademark smirk on his face as he watched you freshen up. “Jesus, Bran, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days if you keep sneaking up on me like that.” He laughed, leaning against the doorway and turning his baseball cap backwards. “Funny you say that, my ex-girlfriend said the same thing. She had the loveliest funeral, wish you could have been there.” You playfully rolled your eyes, drying off your face with a towel and turning to look at him. “You’re a riot, Bran. What are you doing up so early? It’s not even half past nine.” Dico fidgeted with his hat as he grinned. “I heard Bam’s whiny ass moaning at the top of his lungs a few minutes ago. The whole neighborhood probably heard him, actually, that loudmouth. What were you even doing to him?” You raised your hands defensively. “Just a little handjob, that’s all. He had to leave early to go film some stuff with Frantz so I had to make it quick.”

Dico raised his eyebrows. “You must have been practically ripping his dick off if it was making him that loud. I’m kinda jealous, honestly, you should give me one of those power handjobs sometime. Actually, that’s why I’m here. I wanted to get my turn in before the other assholes wake up and try to fight me for you.” You shot him a look. “Fight? What are you, a Roman gladiator?” He grinned. “I can be, if you’re down for some roleplay.” You shook your head. “No way. Absolutely not. I’m never doing roleplay with you again, not after that Ben Franklin fiasco last month.” You led Dico out of the bathroom to the kitchen, and he laughed. “Oh come on, you’re not still mad about that, are you? The whole point of roleplay is to get into character and that’s exactly what I did.” You frowned, opening the cabinet to grab a container of pancake mix. “I never asked you to dress up as Benjamin Franklin of all people, Dico. I thought you were gonna be a professor or a doctor. You know, something sexier than a founding father.” Dico took a bag of shredded cheese out of the fridge and stuffed a handful in his mouth. “That’s boring, babe, nothing’s sexier than a founding father. And anyway, Benjamin Franklin actually got a lot of pussy, so I was way more on theme than you’re giving me credit for.” You snickered, swiping the bag of cheese from him and sticking it back in the fridge. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. So what were you wanting me to do, anyway? I’m guessing you’re not gonna copy Bam.” He pulled out the orange juice and drank straight from the carton, nodding as juice trickled down his chin.

“Figured you might get a little bored if you have to give two handjobs in a row.” You smiled with the slightest bit of amusement at how casually disgusting he was as you took the carton of juice away and put the cap back on. “How thoughtful of you. What did you have in mind, then?” Dico leaned back against the countertop with a little grin, fiddling with the brim of his baseball cap. “I was thinking maybe I could eat you out while you sit on the kitchen table.” Your eyes widened, and you leaned over to feel his forehand with the back of your hand. “Are you feeling okay, Dico? Is there some kind of sickness going around that I wasn’t aware of?” Dico shot you a look, swatting your hand away with a sheepish grin. “Oh come on, it’s not like I never eat you out. I ate you out a couple weeks ago, remember?” You put the container of juice back in the fridge and shrugged. “I mean yeah, Bran, you do it every now and then, and it’s nice, but usually you just ask me for blowjobs, not that I mind it that much. I guess I’m just surprised you’re offering it out of nowhere, and on the table of all places.” He grinned. “I had a dream about it last night. You were sitting on the kitchen table and I was eating you out. It was pretty hot. Aside from the fact that you were dressed like a clown. Actually, now that I think about it, that just made it hotter. You look sexy in clown shoes.” He leaned over to kiss you on the cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile. “That’s definitely what you want to do today? Eat me out on the kitchen table?”

Dico nodded. “Either that or we try the Benjamin Franklin roleplay again.” You laughed. “Guess I’ll go sit on the kitchen table, then.” You set aside the box of pancake mix you’d planned on using and made your way over to the table, sitting down on top of it and pulling up your nightgown to give him access to your panties, and Dico sat down in one of the chairs at the table so he was facing you, pushing your nightgown further up your legs to expose your bare thighs and leaning down so his face was barely an inch away from your pussy. He quickly pulled your panties aside to show off your dripping wet pussy lips, rubbing his fingers over your entrance and just barely pushing one of his fingertips inside you to feel your wetness. Dico grinned. “Damn, already wet and I’ve barely even touched you.” You shrugged. “Maybe jerking Bam off turned me on.” He smirked, pulling his finger away and grabbing at your hips to hold your body steady as he moved his face closer to your pussy. “Whatever you have to tell yourself, (Y/n). Alright, don’t squirm too much. Or do. Whichever one means it feels good. I can never remember.” Dico leaned close and pressed his lips against your wet pussy, staring up at you with a slightly smug look as he circled the tip of his tongue around your clit. You moaned softly under your breath, pushing your hips a little further forward so your pussy was closer to his mouth, and his look became even smugger as he sucked on your sensitive clit.

Dico’s fingers groped and squeezed at your soft thighs, his hands guiding your legs over each of his shoulders to give himself more access to your wet folds, carefully running the tip of his tongue over the line between your pussy lips to taste you. You smiled at how uncharacteristically cautious he was being; as much as he’d protested, the idea that Dico didn’t eat you out all that often was 100 percent accurate, and as a result of his lack of familiarity with it, he was easily the least skilled at it out of the entire household. That’s not to say he was bad; he genuinely tried his best every time, and he never had issues making you cum. He just didn’t dive straight into it with desperate hunger like Bam and Raab did, and he didn’t know all kinds of interesting tongue maneuvers like Rake and Ryan did. He was very straightforward and blunt about it, which was admittedly the thing you liked most about messing around with Dico. No frills, no romance, no flattery. He made you laugh, told you exactly what he wanted to do, and then he did it. As much as you appreciate romance and intimacy, especially from some of the other guys in the group, it was nice to have someone to go to when you weren’t in the mood for sweet, flowery sex. Dico ran his tongue up the length of your pussy again, lapping up the taste of your wetness, and after a moment you gently pushed on the back of his head, motioning for him to get on with it. “Come on, Dico, get in there, it’s not gonna bite you.” He grinned up at you. “You sure about that? I could have sworn I saw a set of teeth down here a few seconds ago.” But he obliged you, his hands still on your thighs to keep himself steady as he pushed his face right up against your pussy, the tip of his nose pressed against your clit as he licked and sucked on your sensitive pussy lips.

You gasped at the feeling of the tip of his tongue penetrating your wet folds, and Dico’s grip on your thighs tightened, the smallest of smirks on his lips as he pulled away to kiss a line up your inner thighs. “When you cum, try not to get it all over the table. Aim it at my mouth. Women can aim, right?” You rolled your eyes at him, bucking your hips up to try and get your pussy back up against his face, and he took the hint, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking on it as he moved one of his hands away from your thighs to push a finger inside you once again. His saliva mixed with your wetness made it nice and slick, and he slid his fingerin and out of your dripping cunt with ease, hooking it up to brush his fingertip against your sensitive spot as his tongue swirled over your clit once again. You wrapped your legs around his neck, pushing his head down so his face was pressed against your pussy once more and his head was clamped between your thighs. Dico aggressively circled his tongue over your clit repeatedly until your legs started to shake, and then he sucked on it over and over again until you were on the brink of orgasm, a loud moan leaving your lips as you bucked your hips against his lips one final time and then came against his mouth. Dico didn’t bother waiting for you to finish before he was already eagerly lapping up your juices from your overstimulated cunt, smiling when you whined softly under your breath and stroked his hair until he pulled away. “Wow, that always ends up tasting way better than I think it will. I always think it’s gonna taste like battery acid and instead it just tastes like pussy.” You laughed, smoothing his hair down as he helped you off the kitchen table and fixed your panties and nightgown. “Very observant of you, Bran. Pussy tastes like pussy. Who could have guessed?” Dico grinned at you.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. How did I do?” You smiled and leaned up to give him a real kiss; Dico liked long, overly noisy kisses when it was just the two of you. “You did great, baby, thank you. Here, let me pay you back before everyone else wakes up.” You reached for the button of his jeans, only to realize there was a wet spot over his crotch, and when you looked up at him, he was grinning with a slightly red face. “Bran….did you cum in your pants while you were eating me out?” He nodded, pulling his jeans away from his boxers with an icked out look. “Yeah. It’s kinda your fault, though. You were thrusting your pussy right up against my face like a porn star, it was really hot. I need to go and change before I get a goddamn rash.” He leaned down to give you another obnoxiously long kiss, and then pulled away with a grin, walking off towards his room. “Smear a little mustard on that pussy before Rake’s turn, he’ll really appreciate it. Tell him it was my idea!” You laughed, shaking your head as you watched him go, and then you went back to the cabinet and got out the box of mix you’d put back; giving a handjob and getting eaten out all in the span of thirty minutes had made you hungry. By the time you’d eaten the pancakes, the rest of the house still hadn’t woken up yet, so you wandered into the living room and flopped down on the couch, turning on the TV and paying only the slightest bit of attention to the show that was on as you waited for the rest of the guys to wake up—“the rest of the guys” meaning Ryan and Raab. Rake had left for work before you’d woken up and wouldn’t be home til later, Bam still wasn’t back from filming stuff with Frantz, and Dico would most likely be upstairs playing his video games for the rest of the day.

The fact that Raab and Ryan were the ones still left in the house was pretty unfortunate for you, given that they slept in way later than everyone else, but it at least gave you some time to chill out and watch TV. Three hours passed, and the boys still hadn’t woken up. You glanced over at the big clock on the wall; 12:30pm on the dot. Jesus, how late did they stay up last night? Just as you were considering going upstairs and playing video games with Dico to pass the time, Raab made his way down the steps, his hair messy and his t-shirt and ratty gym shorts slightly wrinkled. “Did you sleep well, Raab? I was waiting for someone else to wake up, half the day’s already passed.” Raab sleepily rubbed his eyes and smiled at you as he walked over to the couch, crawling on top of you to lay with his head on your chest. “Me and Ryan stayed up until 4am watching some car show on MTV.” You grimaced, stroking Raab’s hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Ryan probably won’t be up for another four hours.” Raab yawned, shaking his head as he buried his face in between your boobs. “That’s if we’re lucky.” You smiled. “You’re not still tired, are you? You slept for over 8 hours, baby, you should feel great.” Raab sheepishly nodded, glancing up at you with a little grin. “I’m always tired after I stay up that late. Can I just lay here with you for a little bit? I wanna cuddle.” You nodded, pulling him closer to you and playing with his hair. “Sure, baby, not much else for us to do anyway. Just don’t fall asleep again, you might end up drooling all over me like you did last time.”

Raab was always the one you went to when you were in the mood for affection; he was sweet, he was cuddly, and he seemed to get off more from pleasuring you than from you pleasuring him. His only real issue was that he was always too scared to tell you when he was in the mood for sex. The rest of the guys had no issue announcing it right then and there, but Raab would either stay quiet and wait for you to notice first or would just keep it to himself and not tell you until much later, after his boner had already gone away. You knew it was just his fear of not wanting to seem pushy, but it was a little disheartening. He deserved to get off just as much as the rest of the guys, but typically only got off with you about half as much as they did because of how often he went without telling you he was horny. Even now, as you rubbed his back and stroked his hair, you could feel his cock starting to harden against your thigh, yet he still hadn’t said so much as a word about it. “Raab, sweetie, are you hard?” Raab didn’t respond, but you could hear the faintest of whines coming from his mouth as he buried his face even further into your breasts and tightened his grip on your shirt. “Raab? Baby, here, look at me.” You gently tugged on his hair to get him to look up at you, and when he pulled away from your chest, his face was bright red with embarrassment. “You’re allowed to tell me when you’re turned on, baby, you don’t have to hide it. I help the other boys out with it when they ask, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t get the same treatment.” Raab nodded. “I know, but I don’t wanna get on your nerves.”

You smiled. “Baby, you never get on my nerves. I like helping you with that stuff, it’s hot. Besides, you always pay me back for it, don’t you? You make me feel good too, Raab, you can’t forget that.” Raab looked slightly reassured by this, his face a little less red as he rested his head on your shoulder and stared up at you. “That’s true…you promise it won’t get on your nerves?” He gently pressed a line of kisses up your neck, and your smile softened. “Yes, baby, I promise. Now, do you want me to help you with that little problem between your legs or do you just want to cuddle?” Raab sighed, resting his face against your boobs again. “I wish there was a way to do both at the same time.” You giggled, pushing your hand up under his shirt to rub his bare back. “There is a way to do that, Raab. It’s called dry humping.” His face lit up, and he grinned. “Oh, right! I forgot about that. Can we do that, then?” You nodded, helping him slide up so his bulge was pressed to your upper thigh and his face was against your neck, and you wrapped your arms around him to pull his body right up against your own. “Can you kiss me first?” You smiled. “Of course, sweetie, come here.” You leaned down and pressed your lips against his, letting him run his hands up the length of your sides to cup your face, and then he breathlessly pulled away, his face pink and his lips slightly wet with saliva as he moaned softly. You could feel his cock hardening even more against your thigh, and you pushed your leg up against it, eliciting an even louder moan from Raab as he desperately humped his bulge against your thigh.

He fumbled with the neckline of your shirt, trying to tug it downwards, and you helpfully pulled your boobs out for him so he could suck on them; gratefully, he gave you another slightly sloppy kiss and then immediately focused his attention on your boobs, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples and gently sucking on it to anchor himself as he thrust his bulge down against your thigh repeatedly. You soothingly stroked his hair, pressing down on his lower back with your free hand to keep his bulge right up against your thigh so he could lazily grind up against it as he sucked on your tits. You could see a wet spot starting to form over his gym shorts from his precum, and you applied a little extra force as you pushed your thigh up against his bulge once again, prompting Raab to whine against your nipple as he sucked a little harder, drool dripping from his lips. “Is your poor little cock staring to leak, baby? Do you want to take it out?” Raab nodded, reaching down to fumble with his shorts as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, and you cooed over him, stroking the tip with the pad of your thumb as he switched his mouth to your other boob, suckling on your nipple with a peaceful look on his face as he shut his eyes, his hands running over your sides and gently squeezing the breast he wasn’t sucking on. You rubbed another circle over his tip, swiping up some of the precum, and then you pulled up the hem of your nightgown, gently guiding his cock so the tip was between your thighs and pressing down on his lower back to signal for him to start thrusting his cock into the line of space between your thighs, which Raab eagerly obeyed, his lips falling open as he took in the feeling of your soft thighs wrapped around his sensitive pink shaft.

Raab weakly bucked his hips just enough to slide his little cock in and out of the space between your thighs, accidentally scraping his teeth over your nipple when his underside dragged over your soft skin; he pulled away and kissed your nipple apologetically, burying his face in your neck as he continued to fuck your thighs with all the energy he could muster. You wrapped your arms around him to cuddle him close to you like he’d wanted earlier, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours, and you felt his hips begin to stutter, like he was getting close. Soft whimpers left his mouth as he pressed little kisses to the side of your neck, his hands grabbing and pulling at the fabric of your nightgown as he began humping his hips forward with as much force as he could, thrusting with quick, shallow thrusts that brought him even closer to orgasm. Right as he reached the brink of cumming, he forced himself to stop, like he was intentionally edging himself, and then he thrust his cock in between your thighs one more time, as deeply and powerfully as he could, crying out with a loud whine as he coated your inner thighs with his cum. His body immediately collapsed on top of yours, his face buried in your boobs and his arms wrapped around your hips to hold himself as closely to your body as he could. His hair was all messy, his face red and slightly sweaty from how much energy he’d used up, and you comfortingly smoothed his hair down and wiped his forehead, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and rubbing his back as he tried to steady his breathing. You smiled, cuddling him close to your body. “You did so good, Raab. You’re such a good boy for me.”

Raab grinned up at you, cheeks slightly pink as he gave you an adoring look. “Thanks, (Y/n). Here, let me clean up my mess.” He pulled his body away from yours, somewhat begrudgingly, and got up from the couch to grab some tissues from the box on the table, helpfully cleaning his cum off of your inner thighs and throwing away the tissues. He helped you fix your nightgown, pulling it back down to cover your upper legs, and then quickly laid back down on top of you and cuddled himself up against your chest once again. “That was fun, we should do that again sometime.” You laughed. “What, thigh fucking? Sure, anytime you want. Remember what I said, Raab. You can always ask me to do things with you, just like the other guys do. Don’t be afraid to say something.” He nodded. “I won’t. But sometimes I just feel like cuddling, like right now.” You kissed him on the forehead. “We can cuddle for as long as you want, sweetie. Ryan’s still asleep, Dico’s probably not gonna put down the video games for another five hours, and Bam and Rake are working, so it’s just you and me for a little bit.” Raab snuggled up against your chest, laying his head down and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the silence and the feeling of your arms around him and your body underneath him, and the two of you laid there for a while as you took advantage of the unusual peace and quiet. The house was usually loud and crazy, with Bam and Ryan and Dico and the rest all pulling crazy pranks on each other and filming themselves doing dangerous stunts and getting into fistfights with each other for all hours of the day and night, so it was nice to get an hour or two to just relax.

Not that the period of relaxation lasted that long; only a half hour had passed when you heard the sound of someone stomping down the steps, and a quick glance towards the stairs told you that it was Ryan, looking just as sleepy as Raab had but also at least ten times more irritated. “Morning, Ry. Or afternoon, I should I say.” His expression softened a little bit at the sight of you laying out on the couch, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way over to you and Raab. “I made the mistake of leaving my door unlocked last night, so Bam came in while I was sleeping and covered my entire fucking floor in shaving cream and thumbtacks.” You grimaced, stroking Raab’s hair as you stared up at Ryan. “That sucks. Bam’s such a little shit sometimes.” Ryan nodded, picking up you and Raab’s legs and sitting down on the couch, laying your legs back down so they rested over his lap. “Tell me about it. So what’ve you gotten up to today?” You smiled. “Quite a bit, actually. First, Bam woke me up by jumping on me, cuz he wanted to spoon, and then I gave him a quick handjob. Then I got ready and went to go make pancakes, but Dico wanted to eat me out on the kitchen table, so that happened first. Then I made pancakes. And then Raab came down and him and I cuddled for a bit and he thigh-fucked me.” Ryan’s eyebrows raised. “Busy day.” You nodded. “Yep. My schedule’s been jam-packed.” Ryan turned his attention to the show that was on the TV for a moment, subconsciously stroking his thumb over your leg as he leaned back against the couch. You glanced down at Raab, and, to your surprise, he was asleep against your chest.

“I’ve never seen someone take a nap so quickly after waking up from a full eight hours of sleep.” Ryan shrugged, half-smiling. “I’m still tired now and I was asleep for nine hours.” You laughed, leaning over to run your fingers through Ryan’s hair, which was sticking up from where he’d slept on it. “How’d you end up cleaning all that shaving cream up?” Ryan shook his head. “I didn’t. I’m just gonna sleep down here on this couch until it gets on Bam’s nerves and he cleans my floor up himself.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you gently slid yourself out from under Raab, letting him lay out on the couch as you moved to sit in Ryan’s lap. “Sounds like something you’d do. I’d do the same thing, honestly, I hate cleaning up the messes he makes.” Ryan wrapped both arms around your waist, leaning his head against the back of your neck as he pulled you back against him. “Me neither. I don’t know how you stand him sometimes.” Truthfully, you didn’t know either. Bam could be the biggest asshole on earth every now and then, pulling the meanest pranks you’d ever seen and destroying other peoples property without a single ounce of guilt. But at the same time, he could also be the biggest sweetheart when he wanted to be, cuddling you and telling you how pretty you were and randomly buying you things he knew you really wanted simply out of wanting to do something nice for you. This was kind of hard to explain to the other guys, though, especially in situations like this where Bam had done something dickish to one of them, so you merely shrugged with a smile. “No idea. I guess I just have a soft spot for him. And to be fair, the rest of you guys aren’t complete angels either.”

Ryan grinned. “You got me there. I’m not that bad, though, I know how to behave myself most of the time.” You smirked, leaning back against his chest. “Most of the time.” Ryan’s grip on your waist tightened, and he pressed his lips against the space under your ear, his cock hardening underneath you from where you sat in his lap. You glanced back at him with a suggestive smile, purposefully grinding down against the bulge and grinning when Ryan groaned under his breath and tightened his grip on your waist even further. “I think it’s time for your turn, Ry…you’re the only guy in the house right now who hasn’t had yours yet. Rake will get his when he gets home from work tonight, but that won’t be for another three hours.” You could feel Ryan’s lips turn up into a smile against your ear. “Plenty of time for us to do whatever we want.” You nodded, tilting your head back so Ryan could press his lips against yours, and he did, his hand wandering up to grab and squeeze at your breasts through the material of your clothing, fingers deftly circling over your nipples as they hardened under his touch. Ryan’s other hand slipped under the nightgown to rub at your clit through your panties, which were already slightly damp from how wet you were, but you stopped him. “Dico ate me out earlier and Rake’s probably gonna want to fuck me later. I just don’t wanna get too sensitive down there. Maybe I can just focus on you?” Ryan looked slightly surprised and the tiniest bit disappointed, but he nodded. “I mean, I’d be an idiot to say no to that. What did you have in mind, honey?” The nickname always made you melt, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hmm…how about a blowjob?” Ryan instantly perked up, looking much less irritated than he had earlier. “Fuck yes.” You grinned, immediately getting up from his lap and turning to face him as you dropped to your knees, and you quickly undid the button and zipper of his jeans and pulled his thick, hard cock out, letting it smack against his belly as you admired the sight of it. The tip was flushed red from how hard he was, and you ran the tip of your tongue over his slit, a movement that made Ryan curse under his breath as you took the head of his cock into your mouth and suckled on it. You kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you sank down on it with your lips, taking more and more of his shaft into your mouth as Ryan tangled his fingers in your hair to help guide you all the way down on it. Once your mouth was wrapped all the way around the base of his cock, Ryan cupped your face in his hands and forced you to look up at him, groaning under his breath at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock. “Fuck, baby, you look so pretty when you’re taking my dick like this.” You moaned softly on his cock, drooling on it as you pulled it halfway out of your mouth and ran the tip of your tongue over the underside of his shaft, and with your free hand you played with his sack, rubbing and gently squeezing his balls. Ryan let you tease the head of his cock for a little while longer, and then he firmly pushed down on the back of your head, signaling for you to take the entirety of his cock in your mouth once again.

You obediently took his cock into your mouth all the way to the base once again, and he tightened his grip on your hair, holding your mouth down on his cock so the tip was pressed against the back of your throat. You resisted the urge to gag as you got used to the feeling of his cock all the way down your throat, and once you’d gotten used to it, Ryan pulled you all the way up off his shaft and then promptly pushed you all the way back down on it, fucking your throat with a steady rhythm that was just barely slow enough for you to not be gagging on his cock too much. Saliva dripped from your lips and coated his cock and balls in a way that made them even slicker, allowing your mouth to slide off and on his shaft with ease as he fucked your mouth, his hands still cupping your face as he watched your lips stretch out around his fat cock. Ryan fucked your mouth even faster, his balls slapping against your chin as his thick tip rammed against the back of your throat, and he grunted under his breath, his cock twitching in your mouth. “Jesus Christ, baby, your mouth feels so fucking incredible, just keep doing what I show you to do, sweetheart.” He slowed the pace of his thrusts, forcing his cock all the way down your throat and keeping you still in that position for a few seconds before pulling you all the way off of it again so only the head of his cock was in your mouth. “Stick your tongue out for me, honey, I wanna cum all over it.” You obediently stuck your tongue out, and he placed only the tip of his cock on it. “Alright, use your hands now, baby. Be a good girl for me and make me cum, okay?”

You nodded fervently, eager to make him cum all over your tongue, and you jerked him off with both hands, the saliva from your mouth keeping his shaft nice and slick so your hands slid over it easily. You could feel it twitching in your hands, precum steadily dripping from the slit onto your tongue as he got closer to cumming, and Ryan began to curse under his breath, lightly bucking his hips up to make his tip slide over your tongue until he finally came with a loud groan, painting your tongue with his seed. “Keep that mouth open, honey, let me see.” You opened your lips even wider so he could see his cum on your tongue, and a look of satisfaction crossed his face. “Perfect. Go ahead and swallow it for me.” You obediently swallowed it, savoring the salty taste, and he helped you to your feet right away, wiping your mouth for you as you tucked his cock back in and fixed his fly. “Thanks for that, honey, you always know just what to do to cheer me up.” You laughed. “You’re welcome, Ry, anytime. I’m just amazed Raab slept through that.” Raab was still snoozing peacefully on the couch. You led Ryan back over to sit on the couch again, opting to sit next to him instead of directly on his lap so as to not mess with his already overstimulated cock, and you flipped through the channels until you found a movie for the two of you to watch as you waited for either Raab to wake up or for Rake to get home from work; whichever came first. Ryan wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you watched TV, and you were once again able to enjoy the peace and quiet for a bit.

This time, the peace lasted for quite a while; Raab napped without so much as stirring for well over three hours, Dico remained upstairs playing his video games, and Bam and Rake had yet to return from their respective jobs, so you and Ryan were able to sit and watch movies together until well past 5pm. Just as you were starting to get bored, you heard the sound of the front door opening, and a few moments later Rake walked through the doorway of the living room, looking more than a little exhausted from his long day at work but clearly happy to be back home. You instantly got up and ran over to give him a hug, and he warmly returned it, wrapping his arms around you and letting you bury your face in his neck. “God, it’s nice to get a welcome like that every day when I come home from work.” You pulled away to give him a quick peck on the lips, and Ryan jokingly made a throwing up sound from the couch. “Get a room, assholes.” You shot him a playful look. “I know you’re not talking, Ry. I just sucked your dick in the middle of the living room.” Rake raised an eyebrow. “Damn, a blowjob? I’m jealous.” You grinned. “You won’t be jealous after we go up to your room.” Rake held his arm out, and you linked your own through it. “You’re right, I won’t. Lead the way, my lovely lady.” You giggled, leading him up the stairs towards his room and waving to Ryan as you passed him. “Don’t be too loud, you dickheads, I’m trying to watch a new car show.”

You could barely contain your excitement as you got closer to Rake’s bedroom. If the other guys were full course meals, Rake was a rich dessert and a bottle of expensive wine. He was confident, experienced, skilled, and extremely intimate, and he always made you his main priority during sex. He knew how to be sweet and affectionate but also passionate and a little rough, especially when he needed to blow off steam after a long day at work. Plus, sex with him usually ended with him cuddling you in his bed until you fell asleep, which was the most comfortable feeling ever. As soon as you reached his room, you quickly threw the door open and led him inside, closing and locking the door behind you and pulling him down to kiss you. Rake grabbed at your hips, running his hands up your sides and over your lower back as he slid his tongue into your mouth, and you reached out to grab at his cock through his jeans, prompting Rake to pull away with a pleased look. “Damn, baby, you’re really at it today.” You shrugged with a little grin. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day, ever since Bam woke me up this morning.” Rake frowned, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside to reveal his bare chest as he led you over to the bed. “Bam woke you up again? Tell me he didn’t jump on you this time.” You grimaced. “I’d be lying if I said he didn’t.” Rake shook his head in annoyance. “You need to start sleeping in here with me more, I’ll beat his ass if he pulls that shit.” You giggled, running your hands up his bare belly and chest appreciatively. “Aw, how sweet. Maybe I’ll take you up on that, if I don’t beat his ass first.”

Rake laid out on the bed and gestured for you to climb on top of him; you straddled his waist, your hands wandering his exposed body as you leaned down to kiss him again, this time much deeper than before, and Rake slid his hands under your nightgown to rub his palms over your thighs and hips, gently squeezing your soft skin in his hands. You pulled away long enough to take off the gown and throw it aside, and Rake immediately began exploring your bare body, rubbing at your pussy through your panties and pinching and twisting your nipples with his long fingers. You could feel his semi-hard cock through his jeans underneath you, and you ground your hips down against the bulge, trying to goad him into taking his cock out so you could fuck him sooner. Rake took the hint and gently pulled you off of his lap long enough to unbuckle his belt and slide his jeans and boxers off, revealing his long, thick cock in a way that made you drool with lust. You immediately took his shaft into your hand and gave it a few teasing pumps, watching it reach full hardness in your grip, and then you pulled your panties aside and hovered over the tip of his cock in preparation. Rake looked slightly surprised at how quickly you were moving with this, but you were desperate to have his big cock inside you already and didn’t feel like waiting. Rake helpfully grabbed your hips and helped you lower yourself down onto his cock head, a low groan leaving his mouth at the sight of the tip of his cock stretching out your tight wet pussy, and you slowly sank down onto the full length of his shaft, gently running your nails down his smooth chest as you adjusted to the feeling.

Rake kept a firm grip on your sides as he pulled you up and down on his cock, stretching your pussy out with his fat cock as the head pressed against your g-spot and occasionally rubbing at your clit with one hand to further stimulate you. “You’re so beautiful, baby, keep bouncing on my cock just like that. Good girl, you’re so perfect for me.” You sank all the way down on his cock again, trying to make it go as deep inside you as it could, but it wasn’t deep enough for your liking, and you knew Rake noticed instantly; he tightened his grip on your hips and quickly flipped you over so he was fucking you missionary style, stuffing your pussy with his cock as he fucked you with slow, deep, powerful thrusts that made you feel full with his dick. “Is that enough for you, baby? You like being all filled up with my dick? I love seeing you like this, baby, seeing you all desperate for my dick to the point where you can’t even stand it. You need it so bad that you just have to have it all the way inside you, don’t you princess? Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart, be nice and loud for me.” He thrust his cock inside you with extra force, ramming your sensitive spot with his cock head, and you threw your head back with a loud moan. “Fuck, Rake, it feels so good, I love having your cock all the way inside me. I need to be filled with your cock, it just feels so right.” Rake nodded and leaned down to press a series of kisses down your neck and collarbone, rubbing at your clit against with one hand and tenderly stroking your face with the other as you neared your orgasm.

Rake pushed his cock all the way inside you again and just barely pushed his hips forward to hump the tip of his cock against your spot until you came all over his cock with a loud whine, your legs shaking and your fingernails digging into his back, and as soon as you had finished cumming, Rake quickly increased the intensity of his pace, thrusting inside you with as much force as he could until he finally filled your pussy with his cum, a rough-sounding moan falling from his lips as he bred your overstimulated cunt. The two of you stayed still for a moment, catching your breath and coming down from your orgasms, and then Rake started to pull out of you; instead, you quickly stopped him. “Leave it in for a little bit, I wanna lay here and cuddle you.” Rake left his cock inside you like you asked but flipped you over again so you were laying on top of him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your back. The feeling of his cock still inside you made you feel full, which in turn was making you feel sleepy, and you could feel your eyelids begin to droop with exhaustion. Rake soothingly petted your hair and rubbed your back as he pulled his comforter over the two of you. “Go ahead and go to sleep, baby, I don’t have work in the morning so we can just cuddle when you wake up.” You nodded sleepily, allowing yourself to shut your eyes and fall asleep in the comfort of Rake’s bed.

That is until about 4 hours later, when you awoke with a start to the feeling of someone throwing their entire body weight on top of you. “Wake up, bitch, you promised I could sleep in your bed with you tonight.” Oh shit, you’d forgotten about Bam. You looked up to see him standing over you with a slightly pissed off expression, Rake still fast asleep underneath you. “Sorry, Bam, Rake and I came in here after he got back from work and I guess we fell asleep afterwards.” Bam rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just get up and let’s go to your room.” You started to get up, but then Rake woke up and tightened his grip around your waist as he shook his head. “Go back to your own bed, Bam, she’s my bed partner for the night.” Bam frowned. “No way, dickhead, I called dibs this morning.” Rake wasn’t budging, though, so after another moment of staring down at the two of you with a death glare, Bam suddenly pulled up the cover of the comforter and crawled under the blankets, crawling over to snuggle up beside you from where you were laying on top of Rake. “What the hell, Bam? Get out, I don’t what you sleeping in here.” Bam flipped Rake off. “Screw you, dick, I already told you I called dibs. If you’re not gonna honor the dibs system, then I’m just gonna have to sleep in here with you two for the night.” Rake and Bam immediately began arguing, and you playfully rolled your eyes as you buried your face in Rake’s chest. The chances of the two of them fistfighting while you were right there was very high, so there was no point in doing anything other than just closing your eyes and trying to sleep. God, the things I put up with just for the privilege of having sex with these lunatics.

[pro-gamer-moves]

I've had this in my head for a loong time and please do a quick writing about it! What if the Links went to a party and there all trying to look their best (most of them at least) like wearing their best clothes, wearing their best makeup and all. While warriors thinks he looks best but wild beats him with some silent princess drawn on his face with eyeliner.

Sorry if that's too much it is kinda specific 😥❤️

-Jiy

Party Time!

(Could be considered a sequel to my earlier fic)

(No worries Jiy specific prompts are kinda better tbh)

The chain emerged from the portal on the outskirts of a village. Wild immediately perked up and began running, yelling back to the rest of the group as he did so. “This is Hateno village, we’re close to my house!”

The others set off after him as fast as they could, only catching up once he was already engaged in conversation. The woman had short blonde hair and blue eyes, and Wild turned back to face them with a wide grin on his face. “Everyone, this is Zelda. We’ve been engaged for three months, but don’t tell Impah.”

Flora smirked and softly punched his arm. “As if everyone in Hyrule doesn’t already know. Nice to meet you everyone— Link’s already explained everything.”

Warriors bowed with a flourish. “An honor to meet you madam.”

Flora blushed. “Please, just Zelda is fine.”

Time held out a hand, and Zelda shook it. “Glad to finally meet you Zelda. Link talks about you a lot. Do you have anywhere in this town we could spend the night?”

Flora looked at Link, who nodded. “Of course! There’s plenty of room in our house.”

Together they led the way to a mid-sized house on the outskirts of Hateno, passing several villagers hanging colorful flags and wreaths as they did so.

“What are all the people doing?” Asked Wind.

Flora looked around to see what he was looking at. “Oh! Today is the first anniversary of Link’s defeating Calamity Gannon, so there’s going to be a feast with dancing. You’re all welcome to join in if you aren’t too tired.” She grabbed Wild’s arm. “I know I’m looking forward to dancing with a certain someone after so long.”

Wild blushed as the other Links exchanged exited glances, all thinking the same thing. A party meant a chance to go completely over the top with outfits and makeup. Nobody said a word, but unofficially the competition was on.

When they reached the house there was a scramble as everyone claimed rooms and shelled off armor. Quite a few immediately ran down to the nearby stream to wash off the dirt of the road, while the others took their time picking out which clothes needed washing before following behind.

Several fights broke out about who got to use which mirror shield, and Time even had to break out his unsettling “screaming face” mirror shield that he refused to tell anyone where he had found. Tension was high as Wind and Four had to completely wash their faces and restart their looks, but soon the sun was kissing the horizon and music began wafting from the village square.

Hyrule was the first out the door sporting his regular green tunic and eyeshadow, with the addition of matching lipstick and fierce winged eyeliner. Wind followed in his lobster tunic with blue and green eyeshadow and blue eyeliner he had borrowed from Time.

Four was next out the door wearing his usual four-colored eyeliner and -shadow and tunic with the gold embroidery newly repaired, with every colored line on his face given an extra flair to stand out in the firelight. After Four was Time, wearing a blue tunic with his facial markings mirrored on the other side of his face.

Twilight wore a bold smokey eye and brown lipstick, wolf pelt freshly washed and brushed and facial markings outlined in gold. Legend had leaned into his pink hair and somehow turned all of it the same rosey shade, with bushing cheeks and pink lips to match. He had also found a pink crop top and skirt somewhere, and was unabashedly showing his midriff.

Sky had opted for a more subdued look, twisting his sailcloth around his shoulders in mesmerizing knots and giving his eyes a subtle glow and a lick of eyeliner. Warriors was second to last, boasting pridefully about how he was the prettiest.

It was for good reason, too. He had apparently been carrying his formal knight uniform with him the entire time and had only now decided to wear it, resplendent in green with gold and blue highlights. His ever-present scarf was wrapped fashionably around his neck, and his hair glittered gold in the firelight. Whatever he had done with his makeup perfectly accentuated his blue eyes and high cheekbones, and a crowd of young women was already gathered around him giggling.

Then came Wild. The moment he stepped into the light everyone stopped and stared to admire the artwork that was his outfit. He wore a dark blue royal guard uniform, with freshly shined boots and his hair twisted neatly into a complicated bun. The real show stopper though, was what he had painted on his face. Elegant Silent Princesses twined their way up his neck and around his eyes, framing them and matching in color. Flora gasped when she saw it.

“Oh Link! How did you know? I love it!”

She rushed over and embraced him, and the dancing restarted in earnest. The other Links were in shock. How had he done such a complicated design? They had never seen him wear anything other than various berry juices smeared over his face before. Even Warriors had to agree, Wild had won the contest fair and square.

(I’m not that great at endings, but I hope you liked it! Thanks for the request)

[exhausted-eternally]

Fic Writer Interview

Saw Topsy did this and it looked like fun so now Imma pester y'all with one.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35, currently, and only 1 is for a fandom other than The Lego Movie lmao

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

496,195 over the course of 6 years

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1- Reboot To be honest, I'm kind of baffled by this one. I started it just when covid was really starting to take off, lost where I was going with it before I was even halfway through writing it because I got SO swamped with work that writing was taken off the stove entirely for a while, and a lot of it was honestly just half-assed to get it finished but so many people LOVE it. I don't think I'll ever stop scratching my head about it, but at this point I've just accepted that it's my most popular fic ever. 2- Atonement Still ongoing and without a clear ending in mind yet. I had 2 ideas I was wanting to play with when I started it- wingfic, and house arrest. I've been having fun with it so far. 3- Prizes, Plunder, and Adventure This one was actually written based on a friend's doodles & half-finished ideas. I took them & ran with them as far as I could lol. I'm honestly happy that this one's in my top 5. 4- Hot Spring Another one that I'm kind of baffled by. It's a oneshot that's barely over 400 words. People like their coppernauts fluff, I guess lol 5- Time Travel Troubles This one was based on a prompt a friend gave me when I complained that I wanted so badly to write but had 0 ideas, lol. Of all my oneshots, I'm glad this one made it into my top 5.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Most of the time! Sometimes I can't think of a response though, and once I got overwhelmed with like 25 comments on one fic in one night from the same person so my brain kind of short-circuited lol. I definitely read and cherish every single one though.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angst tbh, so none of my fics really have angsty endings.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

That's a tough one to pick, I always write happy endings. XD; I guess I'll go with Starting Over Again.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Sort of; honestly I think they'd qualify more as AUs than proper crossovers, but sometimes I just get bit by a bug to write all my favorite characters in some other media settings for shits & giggles. Murphy's Law (Skyrim), Space Shenanigans (Star Wars), The Stranger (Myst), Octan Nights (1001/Arabian Nights), and Hollow Heart (Beauty and the Beast)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah, when I first started posting Murphy's Law on ff.net. Honestly it just made me laugh, it was so obviously some kid doing a shit job of being a troll.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I tried once. It was SO awful that I ended up deleting it and swore off ever trying again.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. The fandom I'm in is pretty small so no one's bothered to translate any fics in it, at least as far as I know.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh, eons ago when I was still just a little baby birb. I wrote a pitiful attempt at an OoT fic with 2 of my cousins that never got far. All my works since have been solo.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Coppernauts. C:

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Lord I have SO MANY. Think I'd pick Tech Support though (with a much better rewrite to boot, so no link for this one. If you want to read the atrocious original, you'll have to hunt it down yourself :P).

15. What are your writing strengths?

I'm told I'm pretty good with characterization. I'll choose to believe it. ;3

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing literally anything. I am terrible for just... not doing it. Which is something I REALLY need to work on if I really want to reach my 300k goal with The Umiran Amulet.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

There's only one language I can speak in any capacity, so I just stick with English. If it's something that's meant to be in another language, I just italicize it. Only every once in a blue moon will I use a word in another language, like if a character is swearing in their native tongue, and only if I'm absolutely 100% certain it's the right word.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Ocarina of Time. It was the fic I mentioned earlier that I wrote with my 2 cousins.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I don't really have any, at least at this time. I am very, VERY slow to move between fandoms & ships and am probably still going to be quite happily writing for TLM even when there's literally only 5 of us left lol.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I'd have to say The Atlantis Expedition, which was my first ever fic for the TLM fandom, and the first one I'd ever finished period. I have others that I love just as much, but this one will always have a special place in my heart.

[vitaliskravtsov]

Could I do #48 for the song prompt? (For parswoops ofc bc I am nothing if not predictable)

okay so this is a PERFECT pimms song but tbh... it's also GOLD for just anything with Kent, so I was SO PUMPED when I saw what you'd picked

48) boy - maisie peters

Boy, you think I'm dumb, tryna pull one on me like I've never been kissed You had a couple of exes and I know that they let you get away with it But you're a boy And I can tell that you've never been hugged boy And I can do better than this, oh better than this

Kent's first NHL goal is a beautiful power play goal from a mess in front of the net, and Jeff wants nothing more than to hug him, so he does.

Or, well, he tries.

Kent is flying around the ice, yelling his blonde head off, avoiding absolutely any contact until he slows enough to get to the bench and get his fist bumps and a little cuff on the shoulder from the captain.

He does come back for little acknowledgements, but that moment, right after his goal - he's totally, wholly alone.

Jeff sends up a little prayer of thanks that people's attitudes and team cohesion aren't topics reporters like to drill him on.

It's not as notable, after that, that Kent ducks away from hugs, both on ice and in the locker room. He doesn't do anything as showy as that first night, but he still slips out, slides from under the plies, takes only claps of recognition instead of full body slams, leaves people behind to slam themselves into walls, makes it so that he's never the tactile center of anything.

It's a little weird, because Jeff's seen pictures of his Memorial Cup run, and he's not sure anything could have fit between the top line of that team when they were cellying. So it's, you know. It's a little insulting, if nothing else.

And then, come December, Kent's drunk and kissing Jeff, and Jeff's sure it's a one-time thing, and then it's not. They're making out in every available closet, perpetually going out on dates, staying in and hanging out and watching old vampire rom-coms as an excuse to eat shitty pizza on Jeff's couch instead of in Lamby's basement, and it's.

The thing is, Kent still won't let Jeff hold him. Kiss him? Sure. Pin him? Yeah. Smack his hand away from the carrots he's chopping up for salad? Okay.

But a hug after a bad game? Nope. Cuddling while watching what is arguably one of the worst movies Jeff's ever seen? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

The first time he tried, Kent practically jumped six feet in the air and almost ran out the door of the apartment, and the only thing that kept him in was the fact that it was 2am in Vegas, and he hadn't bought a coat.

Jeff's let him get away with it because, like, personal space and improvement.

But it's April, and the Aces are mathematically out of the playoffs, just barely eked out by the fucking Flames, and Kent still won't let Jeff do anything for him.

Jeff is, just a little bit, fucking done.

It comes to a head after they lose in a spectacular blowout against the Wild, 6-0, last road game of the season. They make it back to the room, and Kent immediately drops the cover he'd had in the hallway to duck questions from vets, plops down on the bed, and goes dead to the world.

Jeff sits down on the bed next to him and gently, gently, rests his hand on Kent's spine.

"Hey," he whispers.

Kent jumps, tenses.

"Don't fucking touch me," he hisses, shrinking into himself.

Jeff's hands fly into the air.

"Whoa, hey, I'm sorry," he says, voice defensive. "I was just trying to be nice to my boyfriend, don't mind me."

"You could not," Kent growls into his pillow.

"Don't do that," Jeff spits back. "Don't do the fucking I'm angry I'm an asshole so I'm gonna yell at Jeff about it thing, that's not fucking fair to me."

"Shut up," Kent tells him, and puts a pillow over his head. He signs something, angry and sharp, and though it's not one Jeff knows (he's got "I love you", "Thanks", and "What" down, but that's about it), he knows it's one Kent signs often to the person who takes up so much space in Kent's head it's intolerable, sometimes.

"I'm not him," Jeff nearly yells. "I'm not going to tear you down, I'm not going to hit you or... or... fucking die! I don't know, okay, but I'm not him, and if you don't..."

He takes a deep breath.

"If you don't know that, that I'm not him, then I can't do this, because I can't do that to myself, and I can't let you do that to yourself, either."

He slides off the bed, puts on his shoes, grabs his duffel from next to the door.

"I love you," he whispers to the silent room, and he slips out the door.

[smartycvnt]

elite

pairing: kenny omega x reader

prompt: "desperation suits you well baby."

warnings: smut, blow job (barely, tbh),

Kenny had a tendency to act cocky. He knew that he was the best when it came to wrestling, and that bled over into every other aspect of his life. At least, the areas that pertained to you. He acted as if he was the second coming of Jesus Christ himself. It was annoying and you hated it, but at the same time, he wouldn't fuck you like he did if he wasn't such an asshole all the time.

"Come on Y/n, I thought you were better than this. What's wrong, you can't handle me?" Kenny taunted. The fact that he was forming coherent sentences as he thrust himself as deep as he could into your throat was impressive. You were gagging on him, but it was like everything you were doing had no effect on him.

Kenny pulled you off of his cock and spread your legs as he sat you up straight. He held eye contact with you as his fingers found a home in between your legs. His hands were soft, but strong. His middle finger ran through your folds a couple of times before he lined it up with your entrance. Kenny watched your facial expression closely as he slid in finger inside of you.

"God, you are just soaked. It's a good thing I took my suit off, isn't it? You'd be making such a fucking mess on it," Kenny said. You wanted to argue with him, but you could feel yourself dripping onto the expensive couch he had you sitting on. Whatever strength you had to argue was promptly pushed out of you when Kenny's thumb brushed over your clit.

"Oh fuck," you let out a strangled gasp at the sensation of it. Kenny let you lean your head against his shoulder as his fingers slowly fucked in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building up like a coiled spring waiting to be released. And just as you thought he was going to let you cum all over his fingers, Kenny pulled his hand back. "No!"

"It's not going to be that easy for you, Y/n. You have to earn it, prove to me that you deserve it." Kenny shot you a smirk. He sat back and pulled the condom down his length.

"B-but Kenny, please. Don't leave me like this," you whined. It was bratty and under different circumstances, Kenny probably would have bent you over his knee and spanked you. Tonight though, this was exactly what he wanted from you. He wanted you to whine, beg, and plead with him to make you cum. He wanted you on the brink of release just to have you clean yourself off of his cock when all was said and done. "Kenny, please."

"You're lucky," Kenny said as he pulled you onto his lap. He lined himself up with your entrance, but left it to you sink down on him. You held onto Kenny's shoulders as you fucked yourself on him, bouncing up and down in an attempt to chase after that pleasure you'd been so close to moments before. "Desperation suits you well baby."

"Fuck you," you spat out. It wasn't very threatening or intimidating mixed in with the wild moans and little whimpers. Kenny laughed it off and grabbed onto your jaw, forcing you to look at him as you came. The two of you stared at each other, which was when you noticed the little furrow in his brows. "You fucking came."

"Are you gonna clean me up?" Kenny teased. You rolled your eyes and swatted at his shoulders as you climbed off of his lap. Kenny tossed the condom himself and then promptly sprawled back on the couch. You debated going over to cuddle with him, but remembered the last time it had happened when he was sober. The humiliation didn't seem worth it to you this time, so you just dressed yourself and made your way out of the door. Just like always, by the time you got to where you needed to be, there was a text from Kenny and video of him playing with himself.

'you're welcome ;)'