#omg this is not meant to be as dirty as the gif is making it sound

[afriendlyblackhottie]

One or the Other

Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!reader x Sebastian Stan

Summary: after hooking up with Bucky and not telling Steve, you’ve been letting the guilt get to you. Good thing bad it doesn’t have to.

Warnings: minors dni, smut, perceived cheating, manipulation, knotting, unprotected sex, non con, oral sex, Daddy kink

[A/N: yaaaay finally. Lmao I rewrote this so many times so omg I’m happy it’s finally done I hope all of you like it 😀☺️ this is unedited as I write it on tumblr’s writing thing and autocorrect is ass and and I… make mistakes lmao. Please don’t forget to like and comment. If you really really like it I’m taking tips CA: $allieday27 & PP: @allieafbh. Thanks so much for reading guys. You know I love coming back to you 💜 ✌🏾)

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“He wouldn’t what?”

This time Steve said it with a scoff, as the words had just come from his boyfriend’s lips. Don’t even know how you’d gotten to this topic. Definitely didn’t feel appropriate for the dinner table even if you were at the point where the bill was being paid. Especially not the swanky restaurant they’d had you sitting in all dressed up like you were their shared date.

Hell they’d all but asked for that anyway. Had told you they were taking you out and to be ready by seven. It’d been about a month since you’d started living with them anyway. Bucky had clearly meant it when he said he liked the housewife look on you as it self like that’d pretty much had been what you’d become.

Who else would become the lady of the house if not for the lady of the house. Especially as they’d kept you sleeping in between them. Had been feeling bad for their lack of intimacy even, but they insisted it was fine.

It wasn’t like the three of you hadn’t talked about sex before. Sure you hadn’t gone into detail, but you’d never call yourself a prude. Normally. But all of that was before Bucky had tasted your pussy. Before Steve had started kissing you goodnight every single night as the two of you fell asleep on the same bed.

And now like that first night it was Steve’s turn to find out your dirty little secret. That you’d been dating a man who wouldn’t do what his boyfriend easily did. Behind his back. And fuck it made you feel like the worst kind of person.

“Tell him, Y/N,” Bucky insisted, as if it was pressing news, but after they’d scared him shitless when they went to retrieve your things the day before they’d been a little hyped off their own egos.

“I mean… yeah… I know but-,”

“But what?” Steve laughed. “I just never took you as the type to settle.”

You crinkled your nose at his words. Looking over at Bucky who seemed just as curious to hear your answer. “I mean what can I say, it wasn’t like he was bad in bad necessarily he just said he didn’t like it.” You tried excusing it away. Not exactly wanting to be the topic of conversation anymore.

Bucky and Steve looked to one another. Sharing a knowing glance before Steve reached over to place his hand over yours. “Any man would be lucky to eat your pussy.”

“Steve!” You gasped, ripping your hand away from him. Looking around to make sure no one heard as the two of them laughed. So unlike him anyway. What happened to the reserved sweetheart the world had come to love.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” His laughter slowed to light hearted chuckles. “But I mean it.” He shrugged. “Right, Bucky?”

Who was the best and worst person to ask this question to. Your face heating up as he smirked at you. Making you squirm under his icy gaze. “Definitely, Doll.”

You crossed your arms, looking away from the both of them to try and gather your thoughts. Could feel their eyes on you as they changed the conversation. Already feeling cruddy enough that you’d let your best friends boyfriend touch you like that or that you hadn’t been able to get it out of your head since it happened.

The annoying craving you hadn’t been able to shake of wanting him to do it again, but maybe even more. Maybe even worse. Had been craving the way he talked at you. Which was making all of this really difficult right now.

As you looked back over to them you saw them do these little smiles before pecking each others lips. The romantic gesture causing your heart to ache a little. Which was so annoying as you’d never felt like that before. My how things can change in a month.

“Where you going?” Came from my mouth as soon as Steve stood up.

“Bathroom. Why you gonna miss me?” He teased.

“Definitely,” you mumbled as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. The spot tingling as he walked away. Bucky still keeping his eyes on you as if he was being paid to baby sit you.

“Did I tell you, you look nice tonight?” He said after a few moments of silence. As if he didn’t know. Before you left the house him and Steve had called you pretty so many times you were scared it was adding to your ego.

“Once or twice,” you replied, face feeling hot. Not that you wanted him to affect you like this.

Bucky looked his lips before they turned up in a smile. “What do you wanna do after this?” He asked. “Too pretty for us to just take you home. Gotta show you off.”

“It’s fine,” you replied. “Besides I’m getting kinda tired.” He narrowed his eyes before standing up. Coming to sit on the same side as you in the empty booth. “What are you doing?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Tired my ass. Come on, Doll. What do you wanna do? We could go dancing or maybe get some ice cream,” he named off before stopping. “Actually… that ice cream sounds really good.” He hummed before bringing his lips close to your ear. “Maybe I could eat it off of ya?”

“Bucky!” You smacked his leg making him laugh.

“I’m just messing with you, Doll.” He didn’t stop his laughter, “but actually that doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.”

You glared at him as he smirked. Clearly proud of himself for his ability to make you squirm. If anything it was only egging him on. Wanted to see how far he could push you.

“Remind me to schedule an ice cream date for us one of these days,” he said, placing a hand on your thighs. The dress you were wearing was the one they helped you pick it when they took you shopping. Said you couldn’t wear any of the rags you wore on dates with Bryce while with them. As if it had bothered them before.

They weren’t lying when they said it had hugged four curves real well. Made you look like a grown woman. Could have sworn you saw Bucky’s pants get a little tighter when you modeled it for them. Now he was feeling all up on you without a care in the world when his partner could have come back at any moment.

“Fuck, Doll, you’re the prettiest fucking girl in his place,” he whispered in your ear. Free hand grabbing onto yours as the other moved circles on your thigh.

“Bucky,” you whimpered out. Already feeling like putty under his touch. “We can’t.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he said before kissing the side of your neck.

“What if he comes back,” you turned to him.

“We’re. Not. Doing. Anything,” he whispered in your ear again. Hands creeping dangerously close to your center. “See. I’m not the only one that thinks it’s insane that your boyfriend wasn’t eating you out. I ate you out once and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

A soft gasp left your mouth as he kissed your neck again. As if there wasn’t anyone that could see the two of you in a restaurant full of people. It was like he didn’t care. Worse then that he was giving you exactly what you’d been wanting and you did not want him stopping even though this was the last thing either of you needed to be doing.

“But what about Steve?” You gasped out. “We can’t just-,”

“Steve’s fine,” he cut you off. “I think you wanna get caught. You naughty little-,”

“Alright you two ready to go?” Steve came back finally coming to sit on the side he’d already been occupying. Bucky was pulling away like shit didn’t happen

“Yeah. We were just thinking about what we should do after this,” Bucky sobered up. “What do you say doll. Keep it innocent and let us take you out for ice cream.”

And this man damn well knew he was far from innocent.

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From the ice cream shop you were happy they were letting you call it a night. Not that you hadn’t been having fun, but you were definitely going to need a cold shower or something. Something felt strange about touching yourself while in their bed even when they weren’t home and right now you could use some kind of relief.

Had gotten off a few times in the shower but it just wasn’t the same. Even in the bathtub it was like none of it was ever enough. Funny how after all that time with Bryce you’d never felt this desperate but Bucky tongue fucks you and turns you into an addict and he hadn’t even made you cum yet.

“Damn, you’re making a big mess,” Bucky laughed as the ice cream dripped off onto your chest. Wanting to not chance it getting on your dress. “Gonna have to buy you a bib next.”

You glared at him before trying to smack his shoulder only for him to grab your hand. “Hey!” Not that he cared as he overpowered you. Leaning down so he could lick up the sticky liquid. “Bucky!”

Steve laughed beside the two of you. Shaking his head. “Gotta be tastier than eating it off the cone.”

You glared at him, but before you could say anything, Bucky grabbed the cone to hit it against your chest. The cold making you jump as Steve’s laughter increased. “Want a taste?” Bucky offered.

“Hey!” You protested, standing up. Looking down at the now dairy covered fabric. “What the hell!”

“Chill, Doll. We’re just messing around.” He laughed.

"I’m just gonna go shower,” you walked off to the guest room that had been used for your clothes that no one had bothered to make fine for you to sleep in. Regretting it tonight since you definitely needed some kind of alone time.

As you’d gathered your things to go to the bathroom you groaned seeing the door closed with the light on underneath. Fucking nice. “You ok?” Steve’s voice came from behind you making you jump. A smile turning up on his lips as you put your hands on your sticky chest cringing at the feeling. “Bucky got you pretty good, huh.”

“Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Come on. I’ll help you get cleaned up.”

“It’s fine. I’m gonna shower anyway.”

“I know, but just… let me help you, Doll.”

With that you followed him to the kitchen where he grabbed a towel to wet it. Gabbing it along your chest as you reached up to take it. “I can do it,” you said, but found yourself faltering as he looked into your eyes.

“I know, but I like taking care of you. Me and Bucky. We both do,” he said softly. “We hope you like it too.”

You nodded, lost in his gaze as he kept dabbing along your chest. “I mean I do, but-,” you stopped.

“But, what? You know you can talk to me.”

But I’ve been messing around with your boyfriend on the low? Felt so strange trying to come out and just say it. Even if you should have. “I know,” you whispered. With his half smile he leaned in to kiss your cheek. Letting his lips linger on your skin. “Steve, I…” you trailed off, chest feeling heavy. Bad enough Bucky had already worked you up.

“Talk to me, Doll,” he whispered lips close to yours now. His breath fanning against your skin.

“You know what we need?” Bucky’s voice boomed as he came into the room, making you fling yourself away. Steve stood there sober as hell still with a smirk on his face. Fuck it was like the two of them were trying to give you whiplash.

“What is it, Buck?” Steve asked.

“We are way too sober. I’ll just run to the liquor store real quick.”

Yeah cuz that’s what the three of you needed. Alcohol.

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That shower really didn’t do much to curb the invasive thoughts you were having. Or the aching between your thighs. Had been feeling so pent up that it was no wonder you couldn’t get it together.

Bucky was still gone and Steve was holding two records in his hand. “What do you think, Doll?” He asked holding up the two options.

“Doesn’t matter,” you mumbled.

Steve hummed in response before deciding for himself. Music soon filling the room after. Not like you hadn’t grown to like their 1940’s tastes as much as they’d been willing for you to show them your own music.

He sat down beside you. The two of you letting the music play around you as you lost yourself in thought. Had been trying to take your eyes off of his broad shoulders or anything else that might make your mouth water.

Sat through the first song, still not speaking until the next one started up. “Oh! You have to dance with me,” Steve blurted out.

“Huh?”

“Dance with me? Please.” He stood up, holding out his hand.

With a sigh you nodded. Taking his hand in yours so he could help you up. Even if you thought it was the last thing you should be doing. Ignoring the sparks that shot through your arm. Besides it was only a dance.

Steve snugly wrapped his arms around you, chin going to the top of your head. “This is nice,” he said, swaying back and forth with you.

Could feel how strong he was like this. Had gotten used to this in bed but it wasn’t like Bucky wasn’t right there. Had never felt all of him all alone.

Sure you’d hugged before, but guess you’d never felt so small next to him before. Your head starting to swim as if you’d had more to drink. Guess the two glasses of wine at dinner were starting to get to you.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” Steve asked, trying to force you to make conversation somehow. His insistence making you crack a smile as you’d had found yourself a little too comfortable in his chest.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Until Bucky got ice cream on my dress.”

He laughed at that. “Well, to be fair, it did look pretty tasty.”

You looked up at him. Face all scrunched up. “You’re not supposed to agree!”

Another laugh left his lips as he looked down at you. “What do you want me to say.”

“I don’t know!” You rolled your eyes. “Go, hey, Y/N, sorry my boyfriend’s such an ass and spilled ice cream all over your tits.”

It only made him laugh more. “Well first of all, watch your mouth, Doll. And second it was only ice cream.”His words made your head jerk back. Except his arms tightened around you so you couldn’t step away. “Besides we had fun anyway.”

He rubbed his hands up and down your back. The spot he touched feeling so hot even through the t-shirt you were wearing. Not like he wasn’t right. Had been enjoying yourself you just felt so tense with the sneaking.

“We did,” you agreed.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

You shook your head. Going back to putting your cheek against his chest. “Just tired,” you mumbled.

“Aw, Honey.” He cooed, placing a kiss on your forehead. The spot tingling once again. “Guess I’m just surprised, though. Since the two of you had been fucking I’m surprised you’re so shy.”

With that said, it felt like someone had punched you in the gut. A sharp intake of air as if you’d been plunged into the Arctic. “Steve, we didn’t-,”

He laughed. “What? You didn’t think I’d know? Didn’t think I’d notice him touching you under the covers every night.”

“What? We haven’t.” You shook your head. “We- we didn’t. Not like that,” feeling yourself panicking.

Steve finally let you out of his hold but made sure to grab your hand. “Calm down, Doll,” he laughed. What the hell. “It’s ok.”

“I just- I’ve been wanting to tell you- and I’m sorry- I… I…,” you struggled to get the words out, “I promise I wanted to tell you i just-,”

“Doll, it’s. Fine.” Emphasizing each word. Bringing you back into him so his hands could go to your hips. “Can’t believe you didn’t think I’d already know. Think Buck wouldn’t have told me?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. He never said- I mean we never really talked about it,” you said, feeling that familiar prickle in your eyes as you tried to hold in your tears. “It just… happened. I promise it was only once… kind of. And-,”

“Doll,” he pressed. “It’s okay.” With that pulling you over to the couch. Taking. A seat and pulling you down with him. Right on his lap. “What you don’t believe me?” He asked, putting his hand on your cheek. Stroking it with his thumb. “If it wasn’t alright you wouldn’t be here, Baby.” He chuckled. “Especially after all that Bryce shit.”

“I just… I don’t know what I would have done without you both, ya know.” Your voice cracked as a tear slid down your face. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go and-,”

“Hey,” he whispered. Hooking a finger under your chin to make you look at him. “Relax.” Catching you off guard as he placed his lips on your cheek. The warmth of him making you melt. “That’s it. That’s our girl. My girl.”

Breath hitching in your throat. “Steve…” you couldn’t help yourself as you said his name. Brain already feeling too fuzzy.

The blond licked his lips while glancing down at yours. “What is it, Baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I’m just… thankful,” was all you could muster.

Steve chuckled. “Oh come on. I think you and I both know what you want.”

Your bottom lip quivered. “I don’t-,”

But, before you could say finish he cut you off with a kiss. At first you sat on his lap frozen. Even as your heart fluttered. Not like any girl wouldn’t get like this from kissing Captain America.

Which was the problem. You weren’t supposed to be like the rest of them. “We can’t,” you forced yourself to move away.

“Says who?” He scoffed.

“I don’t get you two,” you abruptly stood up before he could react. “What was this whole thing some kind of long con to fuck me.” You stood in front of him with your arms crossed.

He shook his head. Standing up with you. “Of course not. Even if we- look if you didn’t want this, none of this would change. The problem is I know you want it. Stop pretending you don’t.”

With that his hands were back to pulling you close. Arms still folded in front of you. Not like you could deny it.

“I can fucking smell how wet you are, Doll,” he whispered in your ear. “Think Daddy doesn’t know how horny you’ve been for him.”

Your jaw dropped at that. Never thought you’d hear words like that coming from Steve of all people. So quickly too you hadn’t even-

“Steve-,”

“Nuh uh,” he said, not caring anymore as his hands went down to your ass. You jumped closer to him. That only made him smile again. “Don’t bullshit me, Baby. I can fucking smell it on you.” He laughed. “How fucking wet you are. That you’re ovulating. Bet if I touched you right now you’d cream all over.”

“Steve!” You gasped. Could not believe you’d been hearing such vulgarity from Steve of all people. Or… huh.

“But am I wrong?” He came back to sit. This time instead of sitting, you straddled him. Feeling his bulge press into your center. The sensation making you yelp.

Didn’t even get the chance to answer him as he put his hands under your ass. Gripping the flesh in his palms. Not caring as you twitched up as you came back down on top of him.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know him and Bucky are attracted to women. Just had never expected them to be attracted to you. Yet there you were on top of one after the other had gone down on you. The other positioning you right over his dick that you could tell by the feeling would no way fit inside of you.

Yet as a moan fell from your lips, you know you were definitely a goner. The point of no return and then some. “That’s right. Why are you trying to play like you don’t want it, Baby. Knew you weren’t going to say no to me.”

“Steve-,” you couldn’t help it as you whimpered out.

“Unless you’re going to beg for my dick right now I don’t want to fucking hear it,” he growled. “Getting sick of your fucking mouth.”

Another whimper coming from you. Don’t know why you would be reacting to him like this after he talked to you like that. Something about it making you want to do as he said. Listen. Be good.

“That’s my girl, huh,” he whispered. “That’s my puppy isn’t it. You’re always such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you?” He hissed.

It was all happening so quickly. No chance to react as he started kissing you again. This time not pulling away. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Hands still massaging your ass.

Wasn’t long before you were flipped on your back with him hovering on top of you. Hooking your leg over his hip. Moaning into his mouth as he ground his crotch into yours.

His tongue fighting yours for dominance even though you were already sure of your role. He’d get his way. Already had. Wasn’t like you wanted to tell him no.

Steve pulled away so he could kiss down your neck. “Cant believe that asshole wouldn’t eat you out,” he said. “All I can fucking think about and he wouldn’t do it? Fucking loser.” Had never heard him talk like this before, but you’d be lying if you said it had no effect on you.

“Steve,” You whimpered.

“Ah ah ah, that’s not what you call me. Say it right or I’ll stop.”

No. He can’t stop why would he stop! Doesn’t he see that he was making you come undone so easily. Didn’t it mean anything to him. “I don’t- I - Daddy,” You remembered.

Steve smirked. “That’s a good girl. Take this shit off.” Barely giving you the chance to react as he yanked you up so he could pull your shirt off in one fell swoop. Breasts on full display as he licked his chops. “Fuck,” he said before leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Daddy!” You mewled from the contact as he made a show of circling his tongue around one of the nub.

“That’s it. Fuck. You little slut. Have you been sleeping between us without a bra on this whole time,” he asked taking it between his teeth.

“I can’t sleep with one on,” you sounded so goddamn whiny, but you couldn’t help it.

“You don’t have to lie, Doll. You been waiting for me to taste you, huh?”

Not that it was your plan, but shit you kind of wish it had been been. “I didn’t mean to,” you whimpered.

“Didn’t mean to what? First you didn’t mean to fuck my boyfriend and now you didn’t mean for me to fuck you?”

“He didn’t!” You protested.

Steve got back on his knees. Grabbing your cheeks in his hand. “What did I say about you watching your damn mouth?” He asked. Teeth barred, eyes narrow. Looking like he was ready to devour you.

“He didn’t. I promise.” You whined. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I wouldn’t.”

Steve’s eyes softened at that. Watching you lay there flat on your back at his mercy. Even still trying to be a good friend. Well… as good as one as you could be in a situation like this. Isn’t that why they needed you. Your sense of loyalty.

Were loyal to Bryce when he definitely didn’t deserve it. Had shown yourself so many times to have had their back when no one else did. Things had been hard as hell when they first came out about their relationship and yet there you were.

Had gotten so close to them that it started to feel like you were part of them. Then Bryce of all fucking people had the nerve to get jealous. Except he should have been. If they’d known how easy you would have folded they would have done this sooner actually.

So as your pleas came from your mouth insisting you were telling the truth, something about it… he doesn’t know. He was Steve Rogers after all. It really was no wonder that it somehow only made him harder. Still you saw the glimpse of the Steve you normally saw.

“I promise. I’m sorry,” you pleaded. “I was feeling so cruddy. I didn’t wanna hurt you.”

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you softly. “It’s ok. It’s ok.” All your emotions were clearly bubbling out as he came to sit up. Bringing you with him. “It’s ok. It’s ok,” he whispered softly. Kissing your temple.

“I just-,” you wiped your eyes. “I just don’t understand.”

“About what, Doll?” He asked, having not pulled his mouth away from you.

“Is this all you two wanted. I thought- I though-,”

Steve stopped you with a kiss. “Relax,” he said against your lips. You quivered and he didn’t stop. Peck after peck after peck. “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded. Not like you hadn’t been kissing him back. It was instinctive at this point. That ache still there. Wanted to feel his teeth back on your breasts. Just wanted him. “Daddy,” you moaned again. Can’t believe how easy it was for you to flip into it.

Steve deepened it after that. Starting to get up and holding you closer to him when you gasped in surprise. Not wanting to break the moment so he went right back to it. Carrying you to the bedroom.

He dropped you down on the bed getting on his knees this time in front of you. Finally breaking your embrace. Hurrying to pull off the little shorts you were wearing. Panties coming off with it. “No more clothes at bedtime,” he mumbled putting his lips on your thigh. Something about him seemed so thirsty.

Like he was dying to lap at your- as soon as his tongue touched you it was like you melted. Sinking down into the mattress. “Steve!” You moaned.

Hands going to his hair. Nails digging into his scalp. Steve groaned against you. Taking long licks from the bottom of your pussy to your clit. “Cant believe he wouldn’t eat you out. What a fucking loser.” Steve pulled away to laugh. Using his thumb against it now. “Taste so good.”

Going back to putting his mouth on you. Mouth falling open as you laid back back. Arms going above your head as you cried out. Shit. Between him and Bucky you can’t believe you’d settled for less for so long.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, getting louder as that familiar. Snap ran through you. “You’re gonna make me- you’re gonna- I’m gonna- you’re gonna make me-,” you said hips moving back and forth.

His pointer finger rubbed your entrance only turning the intensity up. Made worse when he pushed it inside of you. Middle finger joining soon after. Making you yelp as he curled his fingers inside of you.

“I’m fucking cumming!” Your eyes rolled into back of your head as it finally happened. Couldn’t remember the last time you had an orgasm. Had interrupted Bucky before he could properly get you off and you’d been so pent up ever since. Needed this so bad.

“That’s it, Baby,” he hissed pulling away as you squirted into his hand. “That’s our fucking girl.” You tried to close your legs, but all Steve did was yank them open. Clearly hungry for you as he went back to what he was doing.

Soon enough he stood up. Unbutton his shirt wanting to sit up to help, but all you could do was convulse before him. He smirked down at you. Enjoying the view of you clearly stuck in ecstasy. Wanted to know what else he could get out of you. Dying to feel you wrapped around him.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said kneeling down in front of you. Now naked and ready to give you every single inch.

He rubbed his dick against your slit. Making you mewl for him. How the hell could he expect you to say words right now. “I need it so bad, Daddy. Please fuck me,” you begged.

Didn’t need to ask twice. Steve lined up with you. Tip against your slit. Leaning back down to kiss you. Making you taste yourself on his tongue. Nails digging into his back as he finally slid inside.

Mouth forming into an ‘o’ as he did. “Fuck,” he breathed.

It felt like he’d filled you the brim. Too much for you to take and not enough at the same time. Face screwing up as he threaded his biceps under your legs to spread you open wider.

“Fuck me,” you begged. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

He put his forehead against yours as he thrusted into you. “Look at me,” another growl falling from his lips as you closed your eyes. That look was back. The lust. The need. “Knew you’d have good pussy. Pussy worth waiting for. Can’t believe you’d been wasting it on that asshole. Needed real men to handle you.”

“Yes,” you moaned. His lips going to your neck as you raked your nails up and down his back. The two of you breathing heavy as he rocked deeply inside of you. Legs wrapping around him. Lips going to his shoulder.

It all happened so fast when he rolled over to pull you on top. “Ride me, Baby,” he grabbed your hips so he could start rocking you on top of him. Throwing your head back as you got on your feet. Moving up and down.

“You’re too big!” You cried. Not like you hadn’t been expecting that it’s just shit this was a lot to handle.

“Oh come on. You can take it you’ve got it. You’ll make daddy proud. You know I don’t like quitters.”

You moaned at his words as he put his hands in your hair again. Making you bend towards him so he could kiss you again. Smacking your ass and then gripping it.

You looked between the two of you seeing you hadn’t even slid down all the way. Almost scared to make an attempt but the choice was made for you as he wrapped his arms around your hips to slam you down.

It felt like he’d split you in half at any minute. Couldn’t he see that he was breaking you. Though you were sure if you asked him, he’d say he didn’t care. And at this point you weren’t sure if you did either.

As your orgasm began to hit, thoughts had clearly left your brain. Putting your face into the crook of his neck. “You’re gonna make me cum again.” Practically weeping from the overstimulation.

This time as he changed positions, pushing you back on your back. Head laying at the foot bed. Needing to be the one in control. “Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, huh?”

“Uh huh,” was the most you could muster.

“My little play thing?” He smirked, but faltered as he moaned out. “Feel so fucking- gonna make me cum too.”

“Uh huh!” You moaned again, eyebrows scrunching up.

“Gonna make me cum in you, Baby. Fuck. Want it so bad. Want daddy’s cum don’t you.”

If you were in your right mind you would have definitely been telling him to pull out, but you were much too overwhelmed. Unable to think as he fucked into you. So close to cumming on his dick. Wanted it more than anything. Wanted to-

“Ah!” You screamed, putting your face into his sweat covered neck as you came around him. Hips bucking wildly into him as the shocks ran through you.

“That’s it, Babygirl,” he hissed. “That’s fucking it. Cum for me.”

You put your hand to your mouth, silencing yourself. Chest racking with sobs. As badly as Steve wanted to reach up to rip it away he found himself too caught up in his pleasure.

A growl curdling in his throat to come out as a, “Fuck, Babygirl,” as he chased his own orgasm. Even catching himself off guard when he pulled out to rip you onto your back. Not giving you much time to register anything either as he pushed back into you from behind. “Fuck,” his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gripped your hips.

“Daddy!” You finally let out a scream, unable to hold yourself up. Collapsing so your ass was still in the air with your back arched.

From this angle it just seemed that you somehow felt even better. The way you wrapped around him was making him dizzy. Found himself unable to stop from giving into his primal urges as he rutted his cock into you as few as he could go.

“C’mon, Babygirl,” he hissed. “Give me one more. You can do it for me. Do it for Daddy, Baby. You know what I fucking want.”

It was like he couldn’t control his mouth and you were fully under his spell. Drinking in his words. Letting them tingle in your ear until they added to the shockwaves shooting down to your core.

Especially as he laid down on top of you. Feeling so much bigger than usual even in stature. Wrapping his arm around your neck so he could pull you in. Having his ear to your lips, “Take it, Y/N. Take it,” he spoke like he was delirious, feel like he was getting even heavier with each movement until he could finally get his knot into you.

The invasiveness made you jump. Not able to go anywhere as he’d had you trapped under him. Letting out a deeper growl as he finally let go inside of you. Hips still moving as he gave you his seed. Knot ensuring that all of it would stay deep inside your pretty little cunt.

Even with the strange sensation, you relaxed into it as he slowed. Unable to fight him. Didn’t even want to. Felt like you couldn’t after the initial shock. Steve still staying on top of you as he finally came to a stop. Breathing heavy into the crook of your neck. Eyes getting heavy with each breath.

A part of you wondering what the hell just happened, but too fucked out to speak. Or form a real thought. Especially when he kept shifting his hips as he was still inside of you. Small whimpers escaped your throat from how sensitive you were.

“Steve,” you sniffled wishing the two of you were the other way. Feeling like you needed to hold onto him.

It was like he got the hint even if he didn’t bother to move. Still feeling him swollen inside of you, through slowly softening.

His arms wrapped around you tightly. Lips going to your cheek to place a kiss on it. “Shhh, Baby. It’s ok. I’m right here. Relax,” he said into your ear. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. You didn’t such a good job for me.”

As Steve whispered sweet nothings to you, Bucky stayed in the back of your mind. Can’t believe he was still out. Shit. What the hell were you supposed to do now.

Even then it wasn’t like you could focus on worrying. Steve finally making you drift off to sleep. Getting settled underneath him with no thoughts in your brain.

——————————————————

Can’t be too much of a party if one of you was asleep now could it. His jaw dropping at Steve as he smacked the man’s shoulder. “Could have at least waited!” He laughed. Not like he was one to talk.

After he finally pulled his knot from you, he was quick to get up. Making sure to tuck you in before getting up to clean up after himself. Not bothering to put any clothes on. As if Bucky hadn’t seen all of him by now.

Steve smirked, taking a sip of water. “You could have joined in at anytime.”

Bucky poured a second glass of whisky. Before handing it to his boyfriend who accepted. “Wanted to, but i had a lot of fun watching.” Before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Fuck. You even taste like her.” He hissed.

And it was true. He really could have, but every time he tried to move a muscle he find him glued to his spot. Watching you both through the crack in the door. Hand fisting his dick until he came against the wall that would definitely need cleaning. Then he kind of wanted to wait for you to do it. Your fault anyway.

Couldn’t bring himself to look away from the best porn he’d ever seen. Right in front of his face. All his fantasies coming true. The man of his dreams fucking the shit out of girl of his dreams what else could he ask for. And watching how well you took it even as you got overwhelmed, fuck why would he have ever looked away.

That’s why as he started to appreciate Steve’s super Solider stamina as he got hard in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of your pussy on out. He could do with letting Steve feel like a cocky bastard with two cock hungry sluts begging for his dick tonight.

The problem is that you were right there, in the middle of their bed. Freshly fucked out after taking your first knot. While he would have liked to be the one to give that to you, he was also fine with Steve’s sloppy seconds.

Which is why he couldn’t help himself as he started kissing on your thighs. Salivating at the sight of his boyfriend’s cum only making your pretty little pussy look even prettier. Of course he had to taste you. Who better to clean you both up but him.

“Buck?” You asked in a tired voice, eyes blurring and then slowly adjusting. Fear shooting through your body, that only turned to confusion as he rubbed his thumb slowly over your tender clit.

“I hope and and Steve had fun together, Doll,” he said before licking your hole.

Because it was only just the beginning.

[b1mbodoll]

i sent that reader baby trapping jake ask and saw someone ask abt the other way around and what if,,,they both had the intention of doing it to each other and it's just a rlly fucked up relationship ya know (giving netflix you vibes)

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: babytrapping + breeding + manipulation + stalking + dubcon + jealousy + panty sniffing + panty stealing + pregnancy ment + cervix fucking + daddy kink

💌: this has got to be my favorite idea yet omg???

the relationship you had with jake was confusing. it started off as the two of you fucking whenever you were horny, simple enough right? wrong. so wrong. the longer you two continued messing around, the deeper your infatuation with him grew, wanting nothing more than to be an official couple. but you couldn’t tell him, after all you were the one who told jake you didn’t want a relationship. he respected your wishes but every time he found himself in your bed, he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d do if he fucked you raw without warning. would you let him cum inside you? or make him pull out?

he was obsessed with you, scarily so, breaking into your apartment when you were out, seeking out your hamper and sniffing your dirty panties before ultimately deciding to stuff them in his pocket to take home. he was also constantly following you around at parties and scaring off any guys that tried their luck with you, hiding his anger behind kind eyes and a sweet smile thrown your way, asking if you wanted to head back to his house.

you knew, of course. how could you not? you were just as obsessed with jake, purposely leaving your panties on top of the rest of your clothes in the hamper, blushing when you realized they were missing because that meant jake had dropped by for a visit when you weren’t home. he was so focused on keeping other guys away he didn’t realize you had also been watching him at parties, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together while your eyes were locked on his clenched jaw, your pussy growing wetter by the second.

the two of you had snuck away from jay’s party, jake leading you to one of the guest bedrooms and locking the door behind you. “did you see the way sunghoon was looking at you tonight? fuck, i could kill him. who does he think he is?” he seethed, pushing you on the bed roughly. you could cum just from seeing how angry he was, “don’t worry ‘bout him jakey, ‘m only yours, promise. i’ll even let you fuck me without a condom this time.” the look on his face was comical, almost causing you to giggle at his reaction. “really? you’d let me do that?” he questioned. “mhm! just gotta pull out before you cum, ‘kay? don’t wanna get me pregnant right?” jake couldn’t believe this was happening, he had no intention of pulling out but he couldn’t tell you that so he just nodded, unable to voice his thoughts.

you were just as excited as jake, for weeks you’d stopped taking your birth control, planning to let him fuck you raw sometime soon and now that the time has come you needed to feel his bare cock inside of you. “please put it in, jakey. can’t wait anymore.” he wasted no time, coating his cock in your arousal and sliding deep inside, the two of you moaning as his lengthy cock hit your cervix. it wouldn’t be long before he came but he wanted to savor the feeling of your walls gripping his dick without a condom in the way, fucking you slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him battering your cunt.

“you feel so good ‘round my cock, think you were made for me. made to take my cum, shit, i wanna fill you up so bad, sweetheart. can i?” he babbled, too pussydrunk to notice you’d already locked your legs around his hips in an effort to force his cock even deeper. “yeah jakey, you can cum. ‘m on the pill,” you lied, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your orgasm approaching. he sped up the pace, angling his cock in a way that made the tip hit the opening of your womb each time causing you to squeal, pussy creaming around him.

jake was already so close and the way your cunt was squeezing him drove him crazy, hips stilling as his cock spurted globs of thick, creamy cum so deep inside you, you thought there was no way he wasn’t successful in knocking you up. his mind was reeling after his own orgasm and all he could think of was how much he wanted you two to be exclusive, wishing somehow your birth control wouldn’t stop him from impregnating you.

you kept your legs around him even after he’d stopped moving, his cock keeping the obscene amount of cum from spilling out. “gonna make you a daddy, jakey, you can’t leave me now. ‘m so full, it has to work!” you couldn’t stop yourself from revealing your sick plan, muttering about how you weren’t on birth control anymore and how he’d be such a good daddy. jake wasn’t upset though, his cock hardening again inside of you, after all he had to make sure his girl was properly bred.

[ningvory]

i have to share this thought : (i think about it on a daily)

sometimes i just randomly think about playing truth or dare with best friend! ningning and at first the dare/questions etc were normal but then it escalated to dirty things however reader is very inexperienced so she takes advantage of it, stealing her first kiss, making her eat her out, telling her she’s doing a good job

later you just become her little toy, she would use you in her sleep, use a fucking machine on you

i feel like ningning would be obsessed with reader’s tit, sucking on it whenever she has a chance

anyways that’s it you don’t have to reply! i just wanted to share it with you :)

OMG!?

parings: bestfriend!ningning x inexperienced!reader

synopsis: ning was your best friend who also had a thing for corrupting your innocence

warnings: college au, pussy eating, fuck machine, corruption kink, darcyphilia, fuck machine, somnophilia, scissoring, toys, overstim, dumbification, bondage, strap-on, face sitting, you’re so sensitive but ning’s so mean that she would overstim you on purpose :((

ningning was your best friend since forever! her friends were always confused on how you two even managed to be friends. ning was definitely the popular girl at school who went to almost every frat party, and you were the quiet girl at school, never attending parties.

but ning would definitely drag you to a few parties that would actually be exciting in her opinion! she would dress you in her clothes because she knew you definitely didn’t have any type of clothes for these parties.

ning would always put you in either a black skin-tight dress or a skimpy baby pink dress that would barely cover you up! ning would purposely do this, loving the way you innocently look at her, asking her if she could do your makeup! ning has spent countless nights fingering herself at the thought of sucking on your plush tits and taking away your innocence until she came!!

she decided to stop fantasizing about the dirty thoughts and make them a reality! summer break has started which meant you were free to leave campus and do whatever, you usually got a little summer job for a few bucks until school started back. your phone vibrated, indicating that you got a notification, you opened your phone to see your best friend send you a message.

‘hey babes!! parents left for a trip so sleepover at my house! <3’

once you arrived at ning’s house, she immediately pulled you into a hug making you squeal out and almost drop your bag! you showed up to her house with such a loser outfit, the complete opposite of ning’s outfit! she’s wearing her satin shorts that do nothing to over her up, along with a matching crop top.

“you’re such a loser, but it’s cute.” ning jokingly said to you, pulling you into her house.

ning would drag you to the living room, telling you to sit on the floor as she went to grab 2 red plastic cups and a bunch of different alcohols that her parents drink.

“let’s play truth or dare!” ning excitedly said as she sat down infront of you, placing everything she got from the kitchen to the side of the two of you.

you always said truth so her questions would be innocent at first, ning would ask stuff like if you ever had your first kiss or skinny dipped in a pool, yk shit like that but ofc you said no to all of her questions, you were so innocent it just made ning wanna make you a pretty slut for her!! the first time you said dare, ning dared you to kiss her.

you didn’t know what she meant so you kissed her cheek, thinking nothing of it but she would hold your head in her hands and began to kiss you so passionately, taking your first kiss!! the second time she dared you, she got a little bolder.

“i dare you to have sex with me,” she said as she began to crawl towards you with a innocent smile as if she didn’t just dare you to fuck her!!

you were struggling to say the words you wanted to say! you were so inexperienced, you hardly even masterbaited! but of course ning already knew you were inexperienced in this field so she would take it slow with you!! <33

ning would take her shorts and panties off and sit down on the couch behind her, telling you to sit infront of her on your knees. ning would tell you to take your shirt off as she spread her legs, revealing her dripping cunt to you!

ning would push your head to her cunt, telling you to eat her out, seeing how good you can please her before she teaches you. you were eating her cunny so messy!! kitten licking her cunt first then sucking on her clit and tongue fuck her hole, shaking your head side to side and up and down, her juices getting all over your face!! you were just so cute, doe eyes looking up and her and watching how she would moan and arch her back, moaning out praises until she squirted all over your tits!!

she would pull you up from your knees and kiss you again, tasting herself on your tongue as you were whining into her mouth when you felt her grope your tits, drool spilling out of your mouth as ning was controlling the kiss until you two were out of oxygen. she would pull back and watch how you were trying to catch your breath before she would tell you to take your panties off!! her mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting you.

ning would lay down and pull you on top of her after she reassured you that you weren’t gonna hurt her. she would bring your hips up towards her face and began eating your cunt out! once she stared, she really couldn’t stop! you tasted so good on her tongue she couldn’t stop lapping at your cunny! you would be moaning so much ontop of her, brain short-circuiting with tears rolling down your face, you were so sensitive!! her tongue on your poor cunny was too much so you tried to get off of her but she would force on her face and make you take it!! :((

later on it would be a regular thing, your own bestfriend basically made you her little toy to corrupt! ning would use you whenever she was horny or bored, she didn’t care if you were sleep! she would walk into her room where you were sleeping so peacefully and pull the blankets off you, revealing your naked body to her. she would takes her panties off and begin to rub her cunt on yours aggressively, she would be so mean to you on purpose!! she knew that your cunt was sensitive but she still did it anyway! the feeling would make you jolt awake and you would whine out to her and push her hips away, trying to get her off of you because you couldn’t take it!! but she wouldn’t do anything but pin you to the bed and begin to suck on your plush tits!! :((

ning would definitely be mean on purpose, whenever she wants to eat you out, she would tie your hands together behind your back and make you sit on her face, using her strength to keep you in place on top of her! you would cry out and plea for her to slow down but she would just go faster then she did before, making you ride her face as tears were falling down your face from the sensation!! :((

ning would tie you up to her fuck machine, using the biggest dildo she had and putting the machine on it’s fastest setting. she would be pounding into your cunt as well, with her 13 inched strap on, fucking you so well that you were letting out silent moans!! you were fucked so dumb you couldn’t even form a sentence as she was pulling orgasms and orgasms out of you, making you squirt all over her strap-on and the dildo! i think ning would also sit on your face, shutting you up because you were so damn whiny from the dildo abusing your drooling cunny, she would also pinch your perky nipples when you’re not doing it right!! :((

[fake-bleach]

omg omg loved the derek fic so much, i’ll be anxiously waiting for part two ❤️🫶🏻

million dollar man | derek danforth x reader - part 2

thank you so much anon!!! so glad you liked it! :') hope you enjoy this part! <3

word count: 3.5k

warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!reader (no use of y/n), one reference to being high, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, girl, etc), making out/kissing, hickeys on reader, explicit consent, descriptive fingering & oral (f receiving), overstimulation (in a way), filthy dirty talk, praise w/ hardly any degradation, established control by derek, tiny bit angsty, cute fluff w/ a happy ending <3

for the biggest derek fucker i know, @sugarevans: i hope you love it just as much as i loved writing it for you 🤍

ao3 link | masterlist

read part 1 here! a lot of things might not make sense if you haven't :)

You never thought you’d ever be in this position.

Making out with Derek Danforth; hands gripping every inch of your body, high out of your mind, is something most wouldn’t ever imagine doing.

Yet, here you were, doing just that.

And hell, was it better than you ever imagined.

His lips were like fire on yours, burning you up and up the more he hungered for your kiss and touch. He was eager; desperate to taste you and everything you had to offer, something that he’s wanted for as long as he could remember.

Ever since he first saw you, he knew what he wanted, and now that he could finally have it? Nothing was stopping him.

“D-Derek,” You gasped once his lips pulled away from yours, giving you a second to breathe as your back pressed into the luxurious couch, his body on top of you, “You’re okay with this, right?”

You wanted to make sure, despite how eager you were yourself. You couldn’t help but overthink it, fighting between not wanting to give yourself to the selfish man in front of you, and wanting to give yourself up completely.

Now, all of those months convincing yourself that you didn’t want him were for nothing.

And, God, were you fucking okay with that.

He gave you a grin, letting out a small chuckle as he shook his head, almost as if you were crazy for even asking him that. “Been waiting for this forever, baby.. ‘Course I fucking am,” He breathed out, pressing kisses on your lips that slowly began to trail downwards; to your cheek, your jaw, then your neck, sending chills throughout your entire body.

You were sensitive when it came to his touch, and along with his kisses, his wandering hands couldn’t help but feel for every single part of you. One of his forearms held him up, keeping him steady as the other reached for your jaw, lifting your head up so he could have more access to your skin.

You shuddered at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck, forcing a light moan out of your mouth as he started to suck and lick, warning you of a feeling that was all too familiar.

You breathed heavily, letting out a small, “Wait,” as you attempted to relax. “I c-can’t.. go out like that if you.. do that,” You protested, hoping he understood what you meant.

And that, he did.

He pulled away for a split second, eyes looking up at you as he asserted himself confidently, the same Derek you’ve always known. “Yeah, you can, baby. Need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine now. That clear?”

You lick your lips, opening your mouth to protest again, but you don’t get very far. He tuts his tongue, expressing his disapproval as the action forces your mouth shut, “Nuh uh. You’re gonna let me do this, sweetheart. Been waiting too long now,” The hand on your jaw grips it just enough to make you focus on him, “Do I make myself clear?” He says, pausing with each word to enunciate it.

You nod immediately, every ounce of resistance you had in you disappearing as butterflies filled your stomach.

Normally, you’d put up a fight and maybe even walk out of a circumstance like this; But, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like this side of him.

The Derek that just takes and takes. Nothing you can say no to, and willingly, you’d allow.

“Need to hear you,” He instructs, voice stern as his eyes lock into yours. Derek may be the type to always want control, but he wouldn’t ever do anything you weren’t completely okay with.

You exhale softly and nod again, complying, “Crystal clear.” Your eyes flicker from his lips, lingering there for a moment before finding his eyes again, “Make me yours.”

The strict expression on his lips immediately shifts into a smirk, those words giving him every ounce of motivation to finish what he started.

He pushes himself up for a second and presses one long kiss to your lips, filthy and passionate as ever, muttering, “That’s my girl,” before finding himself back on your neck, doing exactly what he’s intended to do for months.

With your heavy breaths and gasps of his name filling his ears, he accomplishes the task easily; leaving a trail of hickeys all around your neck and cleavage, hands gripping your tits through your shirt. The swelling of the marks that his lips captivate leave you wanting more.

More than just his lips.

You take the chance to stop him, gently pushing his head away as you whine softly, “Need more, Derek.”

He shushes you, nearly reading your mind as he begins to lower himself, keeping eye contact with you. He lifts your shirt up as he moves, exposing your stomach to press kisses along the skin, until he finally reaches the one spot he’s fantasized about for so long.

The action and the thought of what he might do to you leaves your body shuddering, anticipating his next move. You’d let him do anything he wanted now.

He slowly unbuttons your pants, taking his time as if his eyes were memorizing every second of it. You help him slip them off, lifting your hips so he can easily remove them, the cool air in the room hitting your exposed skin. You feel yourself grow wetter, desperate for him to do something, anything to you.

He takes no time to waste putting your pants aside, kneeling in between your thighs and spreading your legs. His gaze flickers from your face down to your panties, chest moving up and down as he processes the sight in front of him; your darkening eyes, legs wide open for him. 

Oh, what a beauty you are.

You await his next move, biting your bottom lip as you feel your core tighten, and he finally moves; taking his hand and sliding his fingers over your clothed cunt just for a second, feeling you for the first time. You shudder, gasping at his touch as your arousal seeps through your panties. You’re growing impatient, squirming with need.

“F-Fuck, Derek, touch me, please,” You whine, hips moving a bit to get any type of friction. He just presses down on your stomach, keeping you still as he tuts. “Shh, baby. Gonna take my fuckin’ time with you. Make you feel real good, yeah?” He states, using his other hand to cup it over your cunt.

It makes you gasp, body shaking from the sudden contact again. You press your lips together, quickly nodding as you accept his terms. You couldn’t possibly say no, anyways.

“Now,” He pauses, “Close that pretty mouth of yours n’ take what I give you,” He mutters sternly, but he isn’t done. “I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, and you’re gonna be a good girl for me. Is that right?” He asks, fingers rubbing ever so softly against you.

You nod, shakily agreeing as you hold back from moving, “T-That’s right.”

He grins. “Good. You’re real pretty when you listen to me.”

You breathe shakily, stomach fluttering from his words and watching as he lowers to lay himself directly in between your thighs, hands now gripping them with his head facing you.

“Am I not when I don’t?” You retort, taking your chance to bite back.

He chuckles, “You know you’re more than pretty, baby.. I just like you like this more.”

You wouldn’t expect any less from him and his need for you.. And, if anything? It makes you want to be more like this for him.

“Giving yourself up to me..” He hums, caressing your thigh sensually and slowly, eyes devouring you, “Now, doesn’t that feel so much better?”

Before you can respond, his thumb slides from your inner thigh to slip underneath your panties, feeling for your slick slit as you hiss at the sudden contact, skin to skin. Fuck, he was unpredictable.

You gasp softly, walls involuntarily clenching around nothing. The way he was talking to you.. It was driving you crazy.

“No more talking back, no more excuses.. Now that I got you like this, honey. Just how it should be.. How you’re meant to be.” He continues, making your heart race. You were giving yourself up to him the more he spoke; the more he made you realize just how much you needed him, too.

The powerful, superior version of yourself.. crumbling all by the hands of the man who wants to see you break.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart..” He tells you, eyes on your face as his thumb slides through your folds, “’M gonna eat you out and make you cum on my tongue..”

The tip of his thumb sinks inside of you, forcing a moan out of your mouth. You need more, breathing heavily as you process his words, envisioning all the things he’s putting inside of your head.

“And then, I’m gonna do it.. Again, and again, until you can’t anymore.”

His thumb then slips out of you, moving and using his fingers to hook itself at the hem of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. It’s quick and seamless, leaving you completely exposed for him, legs spread wide enough for him to fix on your glistening core immediately.

His fingers glide in between your throbbing lips, soaked beyond your control as he grunts at the sight and feeling. “Fuck yeah, baby.. So fuckin’ wet, shit.”

He can hardly control himself, slowly inserting two of his thick, long fingers inside of you, the lewd sound coaxing a laugh out of his throat. He pumps his fingers deliberately, eyes indecisive on where to linger; your face or your cunt. He picks the latter, gaze fixed on your walls gripping his digits, memorizing the way you take them, squelching and slick with your arousal.

Your pants drive his movements faster, moaning his name softly as your core tightens each time his fingers slowly begin to fill you to the hilt, knuckle-deep inside of you. 

You whine loudly, incoherent noises escaping your lips as you look down at him, squirming. “There we go, baby.. Look at how good you’re takin’ it.. pretty pussy begging for more.” He praises, taking his sweet time to pull his fingers out of you, watching how your hole closes from how empty you are.

Before you can register the feeling, he leans forward, sticking out his tongue to lick a stripe against your folds, the tip of it hitting your swollen clit. It makes your body jolt, the shock of the sensation igniting your nerves. It’s been a long fucking time since you’ve felt this good.

He moans out, breath hitting your cunt as it sends shivers down your spine. “Tastes fuckin’ good, baby.. Gonna fuck you with my tongue now, yeah?” He mutters, words hardly coherent enough for you before he latches his mouth around your clit, sucking it softly. 

You cry out at the feeling, involuntarily squirming away as it overwhelms you. He was so fucking quick; desperate and needy. Before you could pull away from him, his arms wrap around your thighs, roughly pulling you close. He traps you with his hold, tongue now exploring your folds and devouring you like a starved man.

“Derek! O-Oh, fuck!” You groan, shutting your eyes tightly as your body overtakes you, short and quick breaths filling his ears. You feel him chuckle, sending small vibrations through your core as he slides his tongue inside of your hole, thrusting it in and out of you. His thumb then moves up to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles against it, wanting to feel you shake.

And, you do, as your walls clench around his tongue, body writhing hastily, overwhelmed with pleasure and that familiar build growing inside of you. Your hand reaches for his hair, gripping the bleached locks that give you a single ounce of control.

Your grasp allows you to push his face further into your cunt, grinding yourself against his mouth as you chase your high, crying his name out as if it were the only word you knew. Your stomach fills with warmth, breaths quickening as you cum shakily on his tongue without any warning.

You moan out his name one last time, convulsing around him as you increasingly grow sensitive, releasing your grip on his hair. He doesn’t let up though, and your nerves gradually become delicate, forcing a whine out of you; a protest. “N-No.. No more, Derek, fuck, I c-can’t, please.” You stammer out, trying to writhe away from his grasp.

He only takes a second to pull away from you, shaking his head disapprovingly as he pulls you back to him, reestablishing his grasp on your thighs even tighter than before.

He looks up at you, eyes hungry for more, “That was only one, honey. Not enough. C’mon, know you can give me another, yeah.. Just one more..” He encourages you, using one of the hands wrapped around your thigh to give it small rubs, soothing your trembling body.

Your body involuntarily twitches, overstimulated from your first orgasm and the continuous contact on your skin. You just nod at him though, letting out a small “okay” so he can verbally hear it; something you’re starting to know that he likes from you.

He grins up at you, evidently satisfied at your actions. “There we go, you’re getting it now.. Such a good fucking girl.”

His praises cause your face to heat up, his approval of you becoming the one thing you never thought you’d need from him.

Turns out, you’re finding out a lot of things about yourself tonight that you didn’t know.

You take a deep breath in preparation, watching one of his arms unrestrain your thigh, hand moving towards your core. He glances back to your face, then to your pussy, pressing the tip of his index and middle finger to your entrance. You watch his face as he licks his lips, pressing them in slowly, almost excruciatingly slow.

You whine, the force of his fingers making your walls constrict around them, and your heart beats rapidly everywhere. You’re still tight, and he can feel it too.

He lets out a laugh as his eyes flicker to your face to watch it twist, and it feels mean. “You’re still so fucking tight, holy shit,” He chuckles again, fingers pulling out of you to rest against your hole, and shoving it back in deliberately. You cry out his name, incoherent words spilling out of your lips as you squirm away from him again.

He mutters out, “No, no, no, stay here, baby, come on,” and his large arm reaches to grip your waist, pulling you back to him once again. His forearm stays against your stomach now, pinning you into the couch so you can’t possibly move away. “Yeah, yeah, there y’go.” He draws out.

“Just gotta let yourself go, sweetheart.. Don’t fight it, c’mon..”

Your eyes shut tightly, and you listen to him, letting yourself go. The control in your body begins to fade, and he takes it as a sign to continue; fucking his thick fingers back into your cunt with an increasing pace and force.

You feel so full with him, but just as you think that, he adds a third finger, stretching you out further as he quickens his thrusts.

The lewd noises fill the room, your soaked folds flowing onto his hand and growing louder the faster he moves. Your pussy takes his fingers eagerly, engulfing them seamlessly. “Wish you could see what I’m seein’, honey.. Your cunt gripping every inch of my fucking fingers, fuck, so fuckin’ pretty. Doing so good, baby, I know it feels so good, huh?” His words are too much for you, along with his fingers moving so fast from how soaked you were. 

They start to pound into that one spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, and you convulse around them, body twitching, but hardly affecting Derek from his harsh grip on you. It keeps you still for him, never stopping his moves as he lets out whispers of encouragement to you, praising you absentmindedly and breathing heavily against your cunt.

“Yeah, yeah, give it to me, baby, cum on my fucking fingers, please.” He whines out, his hips grinding against the couch, almost as if he was getting off to your own pleasure. You shake against him, chest heaving up and down as that heat in your core builds and builds, finally releasing as you climax with his name on your tongue.

You nearly scream it, unable to control yourself as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your walls clenching around his fingers over and over again uncontrollably. He stops his movements now, letting you come down from it slowly, pulling his fingers out of you as you tremble.

As you take deep breaths, heartbeat slowing, you flutter your eyes open to look at Derek, watching as he inserts his fingers in his mouth to taste you. He pulls them out with a pop and moves himself to lay over you, using his clean hand to move your hair out of your face.

He praises you, pressing a small kiss to your forehead with his eyes looking at you with so much pride. “Did so fucking good for me, baby. Knew you could do it, fuck yeah.” He hums, now pressing a kiss to your lips.

You accept it greedily, placing your hands on his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Your feelings for him were overwhelming; one night of pleasure causing you to confront every thought & emotion you’ve ever had of him. And the way he was treating you now? God, it made it even harder for you to feel subtle about it.

And, maybe.. Just maybe.. it was because he was the best fuck you’ve ever had.

But, despite how sensitive you were, you couldn’t help but want more. And besides, you wanted him to feel good too, after bringing you so much satisfaction.

“Thank you, Derek.. B-But, what about you?” You asked shakily, body still trembling from your peak. He shook his head, caressing your face gently as he spoke, “Nah, baby, this was all about you.. It’s always been.. about you. To make you feel good.”

You let out a small laugh and shook your head yourself, in denial of it all. Did he really care for you this much?

Before you can ask him anything, he continues, spilling out every ounce of vulnerability he could allow himself to. “Took my chance after waiting all these months. I couldn’t just let myself be so.. selfish.. Not this one time.. Yeah?” He cocked his head, trying to see if you understood or not. He seemed almost jittery; nervous and anxious to even be telling you this.

You knew he was taking such a big leap to be telling you these things.. To be acting this way. 

It didn’t go unnoticed by you at all.

You took the chance to joke with him, trying to ease the tension in the room. “Derek Danforth.. Not.. being selfish? Never thought I’d see the day.” You giggled, hoping he’d take it how you intended it to.

His head lowers to look down at your hands on him for a second, licking his lips as he takes his time to think about what to say to you. He takes a deep breath, looking back up at you as he sighs out.

“I’m trying..” He pauses, inhaling sharply, “Not.. to be.”

Your smile fades from your face, lips parting as you take in his words. It hits you, making you realize just how much he’s trying.

“At least.. Not with you, baby,” He purses his lips, swallowing, “Don’t wanna be selfish with you.. Not.. not anymore.”

You give him a small, gentle smile, nodding slowly in hopes to encourage him. You want him to open up to you; it’s all you’ve ever wanted from him.

“Derek, I..” You start, but he cuts you off.

“I know I.. I’ve been an asshole, to everyone, to you.. But, I don’t wanna be the guy.. That doesn’t deserve you anymore,” He admits quickly, almost wanting to rush it out before he bails out on it.

“I-I.. want to be the guy that does.”

He finally confesses it.. the one thing that’s been holding him down; the one thing that he’s finally managed to realize.

It wasn’t just you that captivated him.

It was the drive to change for you that did.

You let out a relieving breath, shutting your eyes as you press a passionate, genuine kiss on his lips. He takes it gratefully, sighing into your mouth as if the weight of the entire world was lifted off his shoulders.

You pull away from him, grinning as your glazed eyes glimmer at him.

“That’s a start, baby.. You’re already a mile ahead of that.” You tell him, honest and real; vulnerable yourself.

Maybe, Derek Danforth was more than capable of change.

Maybe.. Derek Danforth wasn’t so selfish after all.

Now, it was your chance to find out.

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a/n: thank you so much for reading! i loved writing this and i might add onto it when writing for derek again to stay in this little world! :)

feedback & reblogs are always greatly appreciated <3

[douceurrrr]

𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 !

paring(s): xavier thorpe x fem!black!reader

summary: you’ve told your friends you sexual desire about your crush but you friends have a big mouth.

warning(s): dirty talk, doggy, humiliation kink, smut, oral(f), riding

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“I would suck his dick so good he’s stomach would cave in.” you choked on your sandwich when your friend next to you declared that. all of your friends bursted out in laughter, hands over their hearts, trying to breathe. the boy they were talking about were xavier thorpe, the most good looking boy in Nevermore. you heard your friends dirty remarks one after one until your friend said something to you, "what about you y/n? I know you have a big crush on him." she said smirking at you. god you didn't even know where to begin, you had so many dirty stuff to say about him.

"god I would let him do anything thing he wants to me." you replied, daydreaming about it. all your friends smirked at you because they knew you had a fat crush on him. "yeah I bet you would." your friend next to you snickered. you playfully shoved her, knowing she was making fun of you.

moments after lunch you went back to your dorm to study for a bit but you end up not staying focused, all you can think about was xavier. I mean you and him were kinda friends so it would be impossible for him to think of you as anything other than a friend, but god you wish he did.

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the next day you woke up with a strange feeling in your stomach and your phone was buzzing like crazy. you picked up your phone to see all these messages but you tapped on enid's contact

enid 🐺🌸

omg girl I didn't know you was like that😏

you had no idea what she was talking about but you got up from your bed and got ready to face the day. when you were outside you noticed a lot of people looking at you weird or smirking at you and you didn't know why. then suddenly you felt a tab on your shoulder, you turned around to see xavier, your mind instantly went blank. "oh h-hey xavier." you quavered.

"meet me in my dorm, now." he says demandingly before walking away. you were so confused as to why he was acting like that but you just shrugged it off and headed to his dorm with a burning sensation in your heart of nervousness. when you go there you tapped your fist against the door two times. his door swings open to reveal his tall frame but a mad face. you walked inside the dorm and stood there confused. "what's this about xavier?" he doesn't reply for a little while then he finally speaks.

"you know I really wish you would've told me sooner, it would've saved me the headache." he spoke, eyes staring into yours. you furrowed your eyebrows in more confusion then you had before. "xavier what are you talking about." you huffed starting to get frustrated with him. he chuckled in amusement. "so the god i would let him do whatever he wants to me meant nothing?" you stood there in confusion until it hits you, you gasped.

"h-how did you- where did you?" you stumbled over your words as you grown dumbfounded by his words. you wanted to know how he knew what you said that day and who told him. "let's just say your friends have a big mouth." he says lowly, inching closer to you with each word that comes out of his mouth. when he got closer you felt his breath on your face as you looked down, eyes meeting your feet in embarrassment. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, i-it was a stupid thing to say I'm sor-" your words were cut off by xavier's fingers touching your chin, making you look at him.

"i would be lying if I said I didn't let a little hard when I heard that, just wished that I could hear it from you and not someone else." he mumbled, fingers caressing your cheeks. your breath hitched at his words.

"now tell me, are you going to let me do whatever I want to do to you?" he says, looking from your eyes to your lips. you couldn't speak, you were too blind to see that this was really happening to you. "come on sweetheart, where's all that boldness you had back when you were with your friends, huh?" he taunted, smirking a bit.

"yes." you said finally replying to his question. "before i start, if i do anything you don't like just tap me two times okay, princess?" you nodded in response, he nodded back. he smashed his lips onto your receiving a moan from you.

his hand roamed to your back then to your ass as your hands were tangled in his hair. he squeezes your ass, pressing you against him and his bulge making him groan in your mouth. moments after you two broke the kiss and xavier walks you towards his bed and gently pushes you down on the bed. he then takes his shirt off before climbing onto of you. he reconnected his lips on yours while his hands work to take your pants off. you couldn't wait any more so you helped him take your pants off, discarding them on the ground.

his lips move to your neck as he slips his hands in your underwear making your breath hitch. right when his fingers we're about to touch the place where you needed the most he pulls them out your underwear, you huffed. "i want to taste you instead." he says then scoots down to meet your clothed cunt. he then pushes your legs on your chest then hooks his fingers under your underwear band and pulls them down.

"been dreaming about doing this to you for the longest." xavier murmured, gently spreading you apart to reveal the pink skin underneath your brown skin. your breath stuttered at his touches, he chuckled while noticing your reaction. he then finally flattens his tongue against your clit, swirls around it.

"shit." you moan with a little arch in your back. you slide a hand down to his head, tugging on the brown strands. he groaned, feeling you fingers tugging his hair. you rolled your hips against his tongue, chasing after your release. he then pulled away from your cunt replacing his tongue with his fingers, rubbing the sensitive bud while placing his lips on yours in a heated kiss.

his fingers went faster than before as he kisses your neck. "holy shit." you whine as his fingers rub in the right places. "close, princess, huh? you like when i do that?" he says adding more pressure on your clit. you lean you head back with your eyes squeezing shut as you reach your release with a big moan. he walks you through you release, rubbing your clit slowly.

"ready angel?" he says followed by a yes from you. he took the rest of your clothes off along with his. he made you squeal in surprise when he flips you over on your stomach. "on your knees, sweetpea." he says and you comply. he then enters without hesitation, instantly making your knee buckle. he starts to thrust in and out of you. at first he gentle but moments after he starts pounding into you. you groaned as xavier pulled your hair making your head go back and your back arch as his pelvis claps against your ass in a powerful thrust.

"fucking slut, talking dirty about me to your friends." he groaned, raising his free hand to smack your ass earned a surprised squeal from you. "god you're so good." he says, head leaning back and eyes rolled to the back of his head.

then suddenly he pulled out making you whine. "ride me, sweetheart." he says laying down with you on top. you took his cock in you hand and place below your cunt, sliding down on him, slowly.

"fuck, princess." he groaned as your slid down.

you started to bounce up and down on him. "fuck yes, bounce on my cock, princess." he says, hands squeezing your hips, desperately. you place your hands on his chest with your head leaning back in ecstasy. his pubes rub against your clit bringing more pleasure to you.

"god, you feel so good," xavier groaned.

after a couple of seconds he started to thrust up into you, taking some control. "shit, keep doing that." you moaned in a high-pitched voice. he kept thrust up into you as you grip his shoulders tighter. "oh shit, m'gonna cum." you whined.

"cum on my cock, sweetheart." he said a little bit above a whisper. "oh fuck fuck fuck" he eyes rolled in the back of his head. you were right behind him as he fingers starts rub your clit. "oh fuck, shit!" you finally release over xavier's pelvis, making it wet and slick.

"god, you're so fucking perfect." xavier said breathlessly.

you then flop on the side of the bed next to him. he reached his hand over to your face, caressing the side of your face, you melted into his touch. "i don't want this to be a one time thing, soo." he says dragging out the last word.

"so what?" you said, encouraging him to finish.

"will you be my girlfriend?" he finished.

"yes, of course." you said without any hesitation.

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[scarlet-ancunin]

omg BATSTARION, please can you please write about Tav being a druid ( a cat or dog whatever you like) who visits a cave just to visit Batstarion, and then one day Astarion is normal sitting in the cave waiting for the cat to visit and when they do it is Tav and that is the first time they see each other as there normal self.

A/n: heh sure okay, and because Astarion is a cat person and we purr for him i will make our gn Tav a cat but they will also be a druid for obvious reason. Enjoy~

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We Meet Again

Tav made it a tradition to visit a cave near the beach at Baldur's Gate it was secluded and did have a pretty sight of the ocean and the sunsets. Today was just like any other day, small black paws trailed along the familiar path towards that cave entrance.

Being a druid came with perks and this certainly was one of them since said cave wasn't exactly big it was small so by rights of being this size Tav deemed it a cave to them.

The question was, why did Tav visit this cave? They always seemed to come three times a week when they had business near this part of the city. Well as they crawled into the falled rubble they walked along until they hopped on top of a large but smooth surface.

"Meow" Tav called out softly and after a few moments They could hear the familiar flap echoing before a white bat with a unique curl of fur on top their head, with red eyes and cute little fangs of course their perception failed since they didn't had a red flag seeing them.

The bat simply plops on Tav's cat body and squeaks loudly flapping his wings as if happy to see them. The other perk of being a druid a special ability to speak to animals without spending money on animal speaking potions.

"Hello darling its been to long" The white bat squeaks at the end and flops dramatically on Tav's furry back. They rolled their eyes lays carefully as to not disturb the moment. "It was only a day ago i saw you" "still long as far as im concern, now say your sorry"

Tav's ears twitch lightly before saying sorry which seemed to brighten his mood once more. In truth Tav felt bad to be deceiving the cute little white bat since they can shift to human but they was thinking about taking them home where they can see the sights instead of being stuck in a cave. Sometimes they would bring him something to eat insects. He appreciated the kind gestures but Tav noticed he would look dazed whenever it was brought and they seemed sad on those days so Tav rarely does it luckily Astarion informs they he does eat.

Tav also had a odd infatuation with this dramatic Bat, sure it wouldn't be normal but they always wanted to be with him whenever they can and spend as much time as possible.

Tav decided to do something different today "when the sunsets can we sit at the beach" the bat scrunch his tiny face "thats new why?" Tav ears went back their paw lightly pushing a stray pebble Astarion found it cute seeing that meant they was embarrassed.

"I wanted to see the stars with you. Thats what your name means after all" Astarion was surprised by this squeaking cutely and flapping his wings before crawling over cutely and climbing unto Tav's back once more "only if you carry my last thing i want is my nails getting dirty by sand" he complains and They purr loudly as if happy. Luckily no one mentioned it.

The calm waves was soothing to hear whole the stars seemed to give them a beautiful scenery twinkling away like a person that is carefree.

Tav sat on the sand looking at the Moon slowly rising reflecting nicely on the ocean waves while Astarion was resting on top of there head squeaking happily. "Your right this is nice" he sniffs the air making his little nose twitch before looking down at Tav having the sudden urge to bite them. So he does and nips their ear making the black cat yelp low and hiss "Astarion you promised you wouldn't do that", "At that time not now so it doesn't count" he turned his little bat head to the side slightly and squeaks.

They stayed they way until Astarion slowly fell asleep on top of Tav while they curled up. Of course Tav woke up in time to gentle wake Astarion to head back inside since they had to go there was a sad look in his eyes if the sudden wetness around the cute red pupils didn't say anything. He made his way back inside whole Tav ran back to the city tiny paws left behind.

There was a week since Astarion last saw Tav. He missed them he also felt bad for lying to them because this was not his form. He made up his mind to take Tav home with him so she won't live on the streets anymore. His home wasn't big but it was in the corner of the city and blocked the sun a little better.

When the wall of the cave he was in crumbles more and a human crawls in now they both stare at each other shocked "your-" Astarion says at the same time Tav says "your not"

Now they stare at each other Tav slowly feeling a blush growing since the man before them was very handsome. "So your not an actual bat" Tav asked suddenly after they realized they was staring.... Respectfully. "Clearly not darling, but your not an actual cat so i suppose we both are full of surprises"

Tav chuckles and suddenly hugs Astarion which surprised the man but he slowly responds to it slightly awkwardly but he surprisingly welcomed it to it felt nice. Upon agreement Tav wanted Astarion to stay with them so they wont be alone and possibly make more money together then separate. Which Astarion agreed to after informing them he was... well a vampire Spawn which Tav didn't mind oddly. "I figured it out finally when you keep nipping me on those occasions and the bite mark on my cat ear left two tiny holes"

"Its sunny outside i cannot-" "turn into a bat and go inside my cloak" Tav said this to happy and almost as if they hoped he would. "Uh. Okay" he ignored how they whispered yes happily before shifting into a white bat with that same unique curl before slipping into their cloak tiny head peeking out which They happily pet the top of earning a content Squeak.

"Im truly happy i met you Astarion"

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Narrator: Little did Tav know the small creature in their bossom was just as happy to have met them.

Hope you like this~

BTW your welcomed to send me Batstarion and im oddly interested in Astarion being a father he deserves to be happy so you can send me those as well yep :)

[honeyedmiller]

Fate, After All | Joel Miller —

Part Five (Finale)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (of course), no outbreak!Joel, Joel and reader are literally so in love it makes everyone SICK :’) , smut (fingering, unprotected piv [wrap it up y’all], f oral receiving, tongue fucking, spitting, literally just rough dirty sex [don’t look at me omg]), no use of y/n. 18+, minors dni.

word count: 9.8k (I'm so sorry omg)

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Not long after you and Joel confessed your mutual feelings for one another, the older Miller brother had asked you to move in with them. Sarah couldn't have been more excited, because that meant instead of talking to you on the landline when you weren't around, she could just walk down the hall to her dad's bedroom or downstairs and you'd be there.

She never really spoke about it aloud, but she was thrilled to finally have a mother figure around in her life. She loved her dad so dearly, but there was just some things that she couldn't talk about with him. She was sure his 'papa bear' mode would kick in if she ever even mentioned boys or wanting to use tampons or anything of the sort. Not only that, but just having a woman around to guide her in life as well was something every young woman should have, and now, she had it for real.

Joel on the same hand was eager for you to start moving your stuff in. You sold a lot of your furniture pieces because you wouldn't be needing them anymore, and truthfully, you being sort of a minimalist made the move-in process easy for everyone. You always kept your space tidy and de-cluttered frequently. Joel's heart swelled at the fact that his double vanity in his bathroom and master bedroom was finally taken up halfway with someone he loved so much. He literally smiled at the sight of your toothbrush every morning, as a reminder that this was all real—you're here, you're his, and there's no one on this planet he'd rather be with than you. You were his dream woman. He'd thought he lost out forever after he chickened out and failed to ask you out in high school, you leaving for college and not keep in touch with him. Boy was he glad to find out he was terribly wrong.

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It'd been a couple of years after your initial move-in, and you'd just gotten home from a long day of work. You closed the front door softly, slipping off your heels to the side of the entryway while hanging your coat on the coat rack. Hushed whispers were coming from the kitchen, as if you weren't supposed to hear the conversation that was happened.

"You think she'll like it?" Was all you caught before Sarah smacked her dad lightly on the arm as she heard your footsteps approaching, luckily not seeing the two of them and how quickly Joel had to slide the velvet box over to his daughter, to which she tossed in her backpack.

"Hey you two." You beam, taking your hair down from your claw clip as you approached them.

"Hey honey." Joel smiled, pulling you in for a hug and a kiss. You moved to Sarah as you kissed the top of her head as she greeted you, moving to the fridge after to get a bottle of water.

"What were you two talking about before I came in?" You ask, eyebrow raised quizzically.

Joel's face nearly turned beet red, but Sarah stepped in before he could come up with a lame excuse.

"We were just discussing if you'd like takeout for dinner, or pizza." She shrugged, and you narrowed your eyes for a split second. A headache was already brewing in your frontal, so you decided to let it go and nod.

"Either's fine. Don't really have the energy tonight to cook, truthfully. I have a headache I can already feel." You sheepishly smile, and Joel's lips formed into a small frown.

"Go lay down for a bit honey. We can wake you when dinner's here." Joel encouraged. You untwisted the cap to your water bottle, taking a gulp before recapping it and nodding.

"Alright." You nod, smiling softly as you move past them both to make your way upstairs.

"Alright, give me the thing back before you lose it." Joel whispers when he thinks you're out of earshot, but again, the headache you have is growing by the minute so you couldn't be bothered to even think twice about what he just said.

You plop yourself down on your side of the bed once you reach your shared bedroom, right after changing into a long sleeve and some sleep shorts. You snuggle under the brown comforter, drifting off into a much needed rest to alleviate the your headache. It felt like you'd only closed your eyes for five minutes before you heard Joel's rather heavy footsteps—loud enough even if he was trying to be quiet—approach the bedroom door.

He shuffled to where you laid, peaceful and silently begging him in your mind to let you rest just a little longer. "Baby, wake up. Food's here." Joel softly brushes loose strands of hair out of your face, cupping your cheek gently. Your eyes flutter open to meet his, and he has a sincere smile on his lips.

In a sense, Joel was grateful that you went to go lay down. He was disheartened that you were in discomfort, but glad he had enough time to elaborately plan out the night he was going to ask you to marry him. He'd already talked everything through with Sarah—you and her were going to have a 'girl's day' to get your nails done and have her help you pick out an outfit on Saturday, and then Sunday, if all went well and according to plan, he was going to take you to surprise you with three things before he popped the big question.

Sarah'd helped him pick out the ring about a month prior while you were at work, and they both came to an agreement that the beautiful teardrop ring with tiny diamonds surrounding the front of the band was the perfect ring for you. Classy, elegant, and beautiful.

You sat up from the bed slowly, breaking Joel from his thoughts. You stretched and yawned, the feeling of your headache significantly subsiding.

Joel stood up to his full height to offer you his hand, and when you took his, he brought yours up to his lips to kiss the back of it. You smiled sleepily and dragged yourself up, bones cracking in the process.

You both silently made your way downstairs and into the kitchen, where Sarah was starting to pile her plate with the yummy local Chinese takeout down the street.

“So, I was thinking,” Sarah starts, looking at you pointedly. “What do you think about a girl’s day Saturday? We haven’t had one in awhile.” She offers, and you realize it’d been a few months since you’ve had one with her.

“I’m in.” You nod, and she grins at your agreeance.

The three of you ate dinner with Sarah chatting for the most of it, but you never minded. You loved to hear her talk about her day or the funny things that happened at school. She was a junior in high school now, and you just couldn’t believe how fast time flew. She was sixteen already and on the varsity soccer team. She had really good grades, a good group of friends, and had a boyfriend (with a little protest from Joel, but you had to remind him of how you two were when you both were her age).

She was a really good kid with a good head on her shoulders, and as you’d told Joel multiple times he did a wonderful job raising her, he insisted on saying you helped to contribute. He told you that she saw you as a mother figure, and she couldn’t have been happier with who her dad had picked to start dating those few years ago.

It’s funny, because Joel did always think you were the most mesmerizing person, even back in high school. He always thought you were smart, sweet, funny, and just downright beautiful—and if someone told him he’d been planning on proposing to said person in just a few days? He would’ve never believed them. He always thought he’d pretty much just end up alone, which of course made him a little sad, but he’d finally accepted that truth. And then, you came into his life. Just when he was content with being alone, you showed up and bewitched the older Miller brother mind body and soul, and he fell head over heels fast.

A few hours after dinner, Sarah had gone to bed and you and Joel were enjoying some time to yourselves in the living room. You were laying down on the couch with your legs tossed over Joel’s lap, as both of you read in silence—you, Pride and Prejudice, and him, a potential new client and their contract they’d want to discuss with Joel sometime within the next week. Joel and Tommy’s contracting business really took off after a big investor saw their handiwork and what they could both do, and started giving them bigger projects to work on in Austin. Financially it was amazing for both him and Tommy, but sometimes Joel would be gone for nearly the whole day. You and Sarah both missed him dearly the times he was gone longer than usual, but you both understood that his bigger clients needed his full, undivided attention. He was working on hiring more people to take over some of his responsibilities so he could free up his calendar, because every time he was on the job, he’d open up his wallet to look at the picture of you and Sarah he’d taken one winter day when the three of you decided to go ice skating downtown. His heart would ache with the fact that he couldn’t just be with you two all the time, and he knew you both understood his disposition, but he still missed you both so much nonetheless.

Joel was running his fingertips softly over one of your shins when he cleared his throat, and you dog-eared the page you were on before closing your book to look at him.

“Would you ever want to have any kids?” Joel asks you, and you sit up on your elbows to look at him. His eyes were soft yet curious, and his hand movement on your shin halted so he could rest it on you.

“Sarah feels like my own kid too.” You explain, and he chuckles.

“I love that you feel that way, baby, but I meant have another one. A baby. With me.” His grip on your shin tightened in the slightest, gaze never wavering from yours.

“Oh,” You paused, thinking it over for a second. You pictured yourself having a kid or two when you were in your early twenties and figured you’d have them by now, but given your previous track record for dating before Joel, nothing ever worked out. Since Joel came into your life and introduced you to Sarah, having a kid of your own hadn’t ever really crossed your mind… until now. “Yeah, I would.” You answer, sitting up completely now and setting your book on the coffee table.

“You don’t sound so sure.” Joel smiles softly, but you can tell there’s a sort of sadness in his eyes.

“I just really hadn’t thought about it recently, until just now.” You move your legs off of Joel to maneuver yourself, taking the contract gently from his hand before setting it down on the coffee table next to your book. You swing a leg over his lap so you’re straddling him, and his hands instinctively rest on your hips. He starts to rub small circles into your skin, and you push your body flush against his so your face is mere inches away from him.

“Is that something you want, Mr. Miller?” The playfulness in your tone seems to shift his mood into a slightly happier one.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve been thinking about it and I really do miss having a little one running around.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, before pulling back to gaze at you once more.

“Do you think Sarah would be okay with it? That’s a big age gap. I know she’d be the best big sister, but you know.” You say, raking your hands through his soft curls.

“She’s been hinting that she wants a little sibling for some time now. Not sure she’s hinted to you, but to me, she certainly has.”

You laugh at that piece of information, because it’s something Sarah would definitely do.

“Alright then. I guess when the time comes, we’ll talk to her about it.” You nod, moving down to kiss him. He immediately responds to you by molding his lips to yours, hands moving up so they press against the small of your back.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Joel murmurs against your lips.

You smile softly, cupping the side of his face. “I love you too, handsome.”

-

Saturday had seemed to have come at a snail’s pace, but when it did, Sarah wasted no time in getting you both up and out of the house in record time. It was ten in the morning when you both got to the nail salon, and since it was rather early for the weekend, you and Sarah got taken in right away.

The kind nail technician asked what design you wanted for your nails, and just as you were about to pick a color, Sarah piped in.

“You should get your nails round with a French tip.” She suggested, and you contemplated. You’d never gotten French tip before, but it was cute and looked nice. You went along with her idea, and the nail tech got to work. After an hour and a half, you were both done and out of the chairs. You were about to pay when Sarah stopped you.

“Dad said this one was on him.” She smiled, pulling out a card that she used for a joint account between him and her.

“That’s very kind of him.” You say to no one in particular, putting your wallet back in your purse.

After she swiped the card, she looked back at you with a grin. “Let’s go shopping for a new outfit!”

Her ecstatic nature made you smile, loving that she didn’t think she was ‘too cool’ to hang out with people older than her. She had many friends, yes, but she also valued spending time with Joel, Tommy and you as much as she could.

After driving to the mall, she insisted you both go into a fairly new boutique with gorgeous clothes that were unfortunately on the pricier side.

“Sarah, honey, this place is a little out of my budget.” You confess sheepishly, because you didn’t like to tell her no. Joel told you it was okay to say no to her, but she genuinely never asked you for anything ridiculous or out of the ordinary.

“I know, but let’s just look around for a bit to see if we can find anything.” She smiles softly at you, and those green eyes of hers were so bright and hopeful that you couldn’t resist.

You’re such a sucker for her, Joel’s words rung in your head. You shake your head slightly, looking through a couple of racks before your eyes landed on the most beautiful dress—floor length champagne color that flowed beautifully. It had a slit where the right knee was, and it was fitted on top with spaghetti straps.

Sarah caught you staring at the dress and nodded in encouragement. “You should try it on.” She suggests, and you break your gaze away from the dress to look at her.

“Honey, this dress is over a hundred dollars. I don’t know…” You trailed off, never to be one to spend that much money on one piece of clothing.

“I just wanna see what it looks like!”

“Fine.” You knew you couldn’t argue with her because she was always firm on her stance.

You took the dress off the rack and went into the dressing room, trying on the delicate material. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t fit like a glove. The dress was perfect, like it was made for you. You couldn’t help yourself, so you fished your phone out of your purse to snap a picture (which was poor quality, of course, given the technology of flip phones), and sent it to Joel with nothing but a heart emoticon.

Joel rarely checked his phone while he was on the job, so you hadn’t anticipated a speedy reply. You tossed your phone back into your purse and stepped outside of the dressing room so Sarah could get a look. She gasped in awe, motioning for you to do a twirl.

“You look so beautiful. Wow.” The look in her eyes was telling you to get the dress. You suppose it could be worn for a fancier date night out with Joel, though you could literally be wearing a burlap sack and he’d still think you were the most beautiful person in the room.

“It does fit me good, huh?” You ask, gnawing at your lip. You sigh, giving in and deciding to get the dress. You change back into your regular clothes before bringing it to the front counter to check out. You were about to get your wallet out of your purse, but again, Sarah beat you to it and swiped her card instead.

“Sarah!” You gasp, looking down at her with furrowed eyebrows. She looked up at you sheepishly, shrugging.

“Dad said!” She held up her hands in defense, and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Please don’t be mad,” She started as you thanked the sales associate as they handed you a bag with the dress inside. “Dad told me he wanted to treat you.”

“I’m not mad, just… he shouldn’t be spending this kind of money on me.” You sigh, getting back to the car. You were definitely going to have a talk with Joel, because he loved to spoil you and Sarah both, but you felt bad when he spent a lot of money on you in general. You and Sarah both got lunch, which you made sure you paid for, before driving home. To your surprise, Joel’s truck was already in the driveway.

You both entered the house, only to find Joel in the kitchen once you both made your way through the living room.

“Hey dad.” Sarah greets him, giving him a hug.

“Hey babydoll. How was girl’s day?” He asks, looking between the two of you. The Millers both gave each other a certain look, as if they had a secret to hide, but you figured it was another insider between them so you brushed it off.

“It was great. Got our nails done and found a pretty dress for her,” She poked your arm, causing you to smile. “But I’m tired. I’m gonna head upstairs and take a nap.” She bid you both goodbye, before marching herself upstairs and closing her bedroom door.

“I have a bone to pick with you, Mr. Miller.” You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow at Joel, who’s looking at you with a smug smile.

“And what would that be?” He trapped you between the kitchen counter and his body, both arms flexing to cage you in on either side.

It was hard to concentrate when his tall, broad frame was just yearning to be touched in front of you. He had already taken a shower, so he smelled like fresh pine, cedar and mint.

“Why’d you spend so much money on me? Sarah tricked me twice and swiped her card before I could even get my wallet fully out of my purse.” You huffed, gaze never wavering from his.

“What, I can’t spoil my woman?” He asks, dipping his head to kiss you on your exposed collarbone.

“That was a lot of money, Joel. I love you and appreciate you wanting to spoil me, but–”

“No buts. I wanted to pamper you a little and make sure you had an outfit for our date tomorrow night.” The smug look he had on his face never faltered.

“We’re going on a date?”

“We’re going on a date.”

-

Sunday evening rolled around, and as promised, you and Joel went on said date. Joel took you to the nice Italian restaurant you two had rekindled at. You’d realized then that you hadn’t been there since that day, so you thought it was sweet he was bringing you back there. Although you were enjoying the food and the company you were with, you felt a bit overdressed. Joel even swapped out his usual plain t-shirt or flannel for a nice black button-up shirt with some slacks. You’d never seen him so dressed up in all the years you’ve known him.

He seemed to be really fidgety too, like he was nervous. His eyes kept averting every which way, and when you asked if he was okay, he’d just say “‘M fine, darlin’.”

After dinner, Joel took you to your favorite street market where they had the best crepes. He ordered you both one to share, and luckily, you were able to capture the moment he had whipped cream on the corner of his mouth with a huge smile, looking so handsome under the warmth of the string lights above. You’d brought your digital camera with you just in case you wanted to capture memories like that one in particular.

After dessert, you and Joel took a stroll down to a little gazebo overlooking the creek. This time, though, you noticed there was rose petals on the ground that led to the gazebo. This couldn’t be for you and Joel, could it?

“I think someone decided to have their romantic evening here.” You laugh, and Joel closes his eyes in bliss at the sound, but also in nervousness as it coursed through every part of his being. Joel’s hand was in his pant pocket fidgeting with the velvet box restlessly.

“Let’s go see.” Joel pulled you gently into the direction of the gazebo.

“Joel, I don’t think—” You were cut short when he pulled you up on the platform, engulfing you in such a loving and heartfelt kiss. You were weak in the knees when he pulled apart, and the look in his soft, loving brown eyes held so much emotion you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. If it was anything similar to what you felt for him, then, well, you’d definitely have a clue.

“My sweetheart,” Joel started, taking a small step back as he intertwined both of his hands with your own. “Out of all the years I’ve known you, from when we were just teenagers until now, I’ve gotten the absolute privilege of get to know what a wonderful person you are. You’re so kind, caring, loving, and god, so patient. I always thought I’d never get to have a love like we do, but then just when I’d about given up on love, you walked into my life. You’re the love of my life; my soulmate; the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know bein’ with me hasn’t always been sunshine and rainbows, but you’ve loved me through and through nonetheless. I want to spend the rest of my waking days for the rest of our lives showing you and telling you what a beautiful soul you are and how much you mean to me.”

Tears were already in your eyes at his speech, and when he let go of one of your hands to dig out a velvet box from his pocket, you lost it. He got down on one knee, and with teary eyes and a hopeful smile, he asked you the big question.

“Will you marry me, sweetheart?” His voice trembled ever so slightly, and truthfully, you didn’t even look at the ring because you were nodding your head vigorously, tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Joel.” You choked out, and he stood up again to slide the ring onto your finger, embracing you into a tight hug. You kissed him feverishly, raking your hands through his neatly done curls.

You sobbed against him, trembling from the adrenaline. He kissed the tears off of your cheeks and cupped your face with his hands.

“I love you so, so much darlin’.” He kissed the tip of your nose, and your hands moved to slink together around the back of his neck.

“I love you too.” You sniffled, pure bliss overtaking your features.

You stared into each other’s eyes for a few more seconds, not wanting anything to ruin the perfect moment. Right now, you two were the only ones that existed.

“Wait, let me take a picture.” You smiled softly at him, and he nodded in encouragement. You got your camera out of your purse, holding up your hand with your engagement ring. You sported a huge smile with teary eyes, and Joel kissed your temple as you snapped the photo. This was definitely a memory you both would never forget.

-

About a year later

The wedding was nearing in just twelve hours. Your parents had kindly offered their couple-acred backyard for the ceremony and reception which was perfect, because a small intimate wedding is exactly what you and Joel wanted.

“Can you believe in less than a day I’ll be able to call you Mrs. Miller?” Joel murmured into your shoulder, kissing your soft skin a couple of times before moving his gaze to you.

“It seems so surreal,” You caress his face, shifting your weight on top of him. “You’ll be my husband.” Your heart rate picked up at the thought, butterflies soaring through your stomach.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye for the night.” Joel fake pouts, embracing you even tighter. You’d been lazing with him in bed all day, enjoying each other’s company before you both had to get ready for your bachelor and bachelorette parties. Joel wanted nothing more than to just have a few beers with his brother and closest friends (which funnily enough included your father and brother) at the house, while your mom and sister were throwing you something cute and intimate at your parent’s house. Sarah was coming with, and although Joel was a little apprehensive, he figured he needed to loosen the reigns a bit. She was turning eighteen soon and heading off to college, so he figured if she was going to be around any ‘adult’ things, he’d rather it be with you.

“I don’t either, honey. But you’ll have fun tonight. Hopefully my dad doesn’t give you too much of a hard time.” You sweep the curls off of his forehead, and he grins at you.

“C’mon baby, you know your dad loves me… now.” He teases you incredulously, earning an eye roll from you.

“Yeah yeah, Miller. You and that damn Southern charm, hm?”

“Got you to where you are with me now, didn’t it sugar?” He rolls you both over, grinning boyishly down at you before moving to leave a trail of soft kisses down the pulse point on your neck.

You sigh in pleasure before gently grabbing his face and holding it before yours, “That’s right.” He leaned down to you to capture your lips with his, pleasuring you one last time before he can call you “wife.”

-

Today was the big day, and fuck were you nervous. Not nervous in the sense that you were getting cold feet, but it was moreso having multiple people’s eyes on you watching you walk up an aisle and marry the literal love of your life. Little anxieties also crept up as well, like tripping while walking down the aisle or not being able to say your vows correctly.

You were surrounded by your bridesmaids and your mom, as they were putting the finishing touches on you. You felt like a literal princess—you had the dress of your dreams, all of your family and friends around you on yours and Joel’s day, and the man of your dreams waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

“You look beautiful, honey.” Your mom said, holding you at arm’s length with tears in her eyes.

“Oh, mom.” You chuckle, bringing her in for a hug.

“I love you baby. I can’t believe you’re getting married today.”

“I can’t believe it either. It’s finally happening.” Tears start to form in your waterline, and Sarah fans your face.

“None of that! Can’t ruin your makeup.” She exasperates, making everyone laugh, though she had tears in her eyes herself.

“You ready, babydoll?” Your dad knocks on the door, pausing to take you in. A proud and sad smile forms on his lips. “My little girl. Can’t believe you’re gettin’ married today.” He sighs, and you move to give him a hug.

“You and mom are two peas in a pod.” You offer him a soft smile as your bridesmaids line up, moving downstairs to meet the groomsmen.

“Let’s get you married, babydoll.” He offers you his arm, which you take before you hear the music start to play—a soft, sweet melody to introduce the groomsmen and bridal party. Your dad led you down the stairs before Sarah and Tommy could walk down the aisle, and you took a deep breath. This was it.

The melody you chose for when you walked down the aisle started to play, and your dad led you to the beginning of the soft white runner. Your eyes immediately locked on Joel’s, who was already teary eyed with the widest smile on his face.

It’s like your feet were floating off the ground as you made your way to him. His tall and broad stature was clad in a crisp tux, hair neatly combed to the side, sporting an unwavering smile on his face. You kissed your dad on the cheek as he presented you to Joel, who took your arm carefully and led you to the very end of the aisle before the officiant.

Joel kissed you on the cheek, lips lingering by your ear for a second. “You look absolutely breathtakin’, my love.” He kisses your cheek one more time before standing straight up, looking down at you with nothing but love and pure adoration. Those big brown eyes that held a galaxy of emotions in them have captivated you for eternity. You smile up at him, tears forming in your eyes again.

“You all may be seated.” The officiant says, and you and Joel join hands as listen to his ‘we’re gathered here today’ speech. Truthfully, almost everything in the world was drowned out to you in this moment. It was just you and Joel.

“I believe the couple has agreed to exchange vows.” The officiant said, turning to Joel who curtly nods before clearing his throat. He gave your hands a small squeeze before smiling down at you.

“Sweetheart,” He starts, a slight nervous edge to his voice. “When we were just teenagers, all I could think about was how pretty you are every time I was around you. You always lit up a room without even trying. Always had me at a loss for words, which is why I never spoke much around you to begin with,” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Just like you lit up a room when we were measly teens, you did the same thing to my life once you walked right back in it all those years later. Though I never had the courage to ask you on a date in high school, I’d say things worked out pretty well considerin’ the fact.” The audience before you both laughed, and a happy tear slipped from your eyes.

“You’ve been such a light to not only me, but to Sarah and Tommy as well. Thank you for loving my girl like she’s your own. Thank you for teaching me such patience, making an honest man out of me, and provin’ me wrong when I thought I’d be alone for the rest of my life. You’ve changed my life for the better, have bewitched me body and soul, and there’s no one else I’d rather be standin’ up here with right now. It’s you, darlin’; it’s always been you. I vow to love you for eternity in this crazy thing called life, until my last dyin’ breath. Through thick and thin, trial and error. I love you, sweetheart.”

You wanted to sob like a baby at his words, but kept your composure as you sniffled and took a deep breath. The officiant turned to you, signaling it was your turn.

“If anyone told me four years ago that I’d be standing at this altar right now with the love of my life, I would’ve laughed right in their faces. I was so content with being independent and ready to give up on dating, until you showed up at that restaurant in all your glory. From that point on, you’ve turned my life around in the best way possible. You had me hooked from the start. You’ve been nothing but kind, supportive, nurturing, and most importantly, you showed me how to truly feel loved. I thought I knew what true love was before, until you proved me so wrong. I’ll spend the rest of my waking days thanking you forevermore. I was half the person before you came back into my life, and now I feel like you’ve made me whole again. You’re my person, Joel. My soulmate. I’m so grateful that that one blind date ended up not showing up, ultimately working out in my favor after all. Thanks Ma,” You glance at your mom, and everyone chuckles. “I love you, Joel Miller. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of eternity.”

The glint in his eyes was nothing short of pure love, and you were certain they reflected the look in your own.

“Joel, repeat after me,” The officiant starts. “I, Joel Miller, take this woman to be my lawfully wedded wife.”

Joel repeats his exact words, gaze never wavering from yours.

“I promise to love you for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold for as long as we both shall live.”

He repeats the words once again.

The officiant says your name, and tells you to repeat after him.

“I take Joel Miller to be my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to love you for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold for as long as we both shall live.”

Joel pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist. The ring bearer presents the rings, and you slide Joel’s ring onto his finger. He replicates your actions as he slides your ring onto your ring finger, giving your hand a small squeeze.

“By the power vested in me and the state of Texas, I now pronounce you as husband and wife. Mr. Miller, you may kiss your bride.”

Finally.

Joel wastes no time as he dips you down softly, kissing you so gently yet passionately. You had your hands wrapped around the back of his shoulders, clinging onto him as he continued to kiss you. The guests cheered for you both, and he pulled away to murmur “I love you, Mrs. Miller” against your lips. Heat flooded your body at your new name.

Mrs. Miller.

Mrs. Miller.

“I love you too, Mr. Miller.” You reply breathlessly, a tear slipping down your cheek. Joel was quick to wipe it away as he stood you upright again, pecking your lips softly.

“Why are you cryin’, baby?”

“I’m just so happy. I love you. I love you so much.” You cup his face, kissing him again. You nearly forgot about the people that were watching you both in this intimate moment, so you shuffled back a little until he grasped your hand and you both made your way down the aisle.

You stepped back into your parent’s house with Joel, both of you laughing breathlessly. You take a second to stop and look into his eyes, enjoying your first moment alone as husband and wife.

“I’m the luckiest woman in the world to be able to call you my husband.” You murmur, running your hands up his biceps.

“I think you got it twisted, sweetheart. I’m the lucky one. I’ll remind you of that every single day until it’s my last.”

-

The next day, you and Joel hopped on a flight to Hawaii. As a wedding present, your parents gifted you an all-inclusive trip to a beautiful resort. The only thing your mom said when you asked her how you could repay her was ‘give me some grand babies!’

So that’s why Joel carried you over the threshold to your resort room just mere minutes ago. You made your way to the balcony which overlooked the resort, and the Pacific Ocean. After Joel got the bags from the bell hop, he caged your body between the balcony and his own.

“It’s so beautiful.” You whisper, nodding your head out to the ocean. The bright sun was glistening down on the ocean, making it sparkle.

“Not as beautiful as you, darlin’.”

You huff a laugh at Joel’s words. “Ever the sweet talker, Mr. Miller.”

“Only for you, Mrs. Miller.”

You turn around so you’re facing Joel, a beaming smile on your face.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that name.” You reach up and run your fingers through Joel’s soft hair, hands knitting together at the base of his head.

“Good, ‘cus I’ll never get tired of saying it,” He pulls you in for a soft kiss, cradling your face gently. “Now c’mon baby. Let’s get ready for dinner.” He ushers you back inside, and you rummage through your luggage that you brought for a pretty, bright colored dress to wear to dinner.

You spent a bit of time doing your hair and makeup, wanting to make sure you looked good. You wanted to make yourself irresistible to Joel, because you’ve been secretly pining to have your hands all over each other. You both held out last night and didn’t have sex, mainly because you both were dead tired.

Joel had the same thing in mind when he got dressed for this dinner in some khaki pants and a white linen shirt, leaving the first few buttons undone. He was planning on having some mind-blowing sex with you, and he was getting restless just thinking about it. He had to keep himself in check though and remind himself that you both also came here to enjoy the romantic side of being newlyweds. All those thoughts went straight out of the window and drowned in the Pacific when you stepped out of the bathroom.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away—you were simply the most breathtaking woman. The dress you’d put on hugged your curves, and with slits that exposed most of your legs, it made Joel even weaker. He wanted to drop to his knees now and worship the ground you walked on. Your makeup enhanced your features more than it usually would, but it looked stunning. You had a certain glow to yourself that Joel couldn’t get enough of.

You felt the same way about him, too. You stopped in your tracks when your eyes landed on the man you loved, khaki pants fitting him perfectly with the white linen shirt that purposefully had a few buttons undone. The white cloth contrasted beautifully against his smooth, tan skin. The shirt clung to his biceps in the right places, easily showcasing the muscle that he had. He was wearing nice brown boots too, which added an inch or so to his height. You could feel yourself nearly drooling, panties dampening the longer your stared at him. He looked delicious. You almost wanted to cancel dinner and just jump his bones right then and there.

“You look…” He trailed off, moving to stand in front of you.

“Yeah, you too.” You said breathlessly, and you both chuckle.

“Let’s get outta here. Dinner starts soon.” Joel takes your hand after double checking he has the room key card, and you both make your way downstairs.

Dinner ended up being really delicious with a beautiful show, and to your surprise, Joel asked you to dance with him after. Joel wasn’t much of a dancer, and this wasn’t slow dancing. This was more like being in a club, so he had your body pressed up against his and your back met his front. His strong hands held your hips firmly as you swayed them to the beat of the song, and Joel could feel himself getting harder by the minute.

Truthfully, you were grinding yourself on him to tease him, but he knew exactly what game you were playing at so he did the same to you. You nearly moaned as he pulled you into him, the feeling of his hardness evident through his pants. Usually, you’d both be stubborn to see who would break first, but you couldn’t wait anymore. You spun around in his arms, eyes filled with lust and body buzzing with sexual tension.

“Joel,” The tone in your voice was surprisingly not as needy as you expected it to be. He looked down at you, eyes nearly black as he studied your features. “Let’s go upstairs.”

He didn’t need another word of confirmation as he clasped your hand and practically dragged you up to your room. You had to nearly jog as his long strides to the room didn’t let up. He fumbled with the key card, opening the door to the room swiftly before you both stumbled inside. He wasted no time as he tossed the key card and his wallet onto a table near the front door, grabbing your face and smashing his lips to yours. He pushed you up against the door, moaning into your mouth. Your hands found purchase in his soft curls, tugging teasingly.

He moved his hands to the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he caught you, bringing you over to the bed. You traced his neck with hot, wet, needy kisses before he set you down. He released you, and looked down at you as he towered over you. The look in his eyes was very telling that you two weren’t going to get very much sleep tonight.

Your chest was heaving up and down, body nearly trembling with need as Joel loomed over you, taking you in. You reached out for him, wanting to feel his body on top of yours. He happily obliged as he slotted himself between your legs, caressing your cheek before kissing you again. Your hands trailed down the front of his chest, nails slightly scraping his hot skin. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt before discarding it onto the floor. You ran your needy hands all over him until they made their way down to his belt buckle.

Joel chuckled at your eagerness before pushing your hands away. You protested with a small whine before he nipped at your neck, just below your ear. “Let me take care of you first, darlin’.”

Joel slid the dress slowly up and over your head, making sure to trail his hands over all of your curves as he did so. He moaned at the sight of the pretty white lace set you had on for him.

“All for me baby?” He asks, dipping his head to kiss the soft flesh of your breasts right above the bra you were wearing.

“Yes.” You’re breathless. It would be embarrassing to you in any other instance, but fuck’s sake, you needed your husband desperately.

Joel’s eyes trail down your torso until they settle on the thin white lace underwear that covered you. His hooded eyes looked back up to yours as he rubbed circles into your thighs.

“I promised myself I’d say my vows twice. Once at the altar, and once with just my tongue buried in your pretty pussy. Word. For. Word."

You gasped at Joel's bluntness, feeling your arousal pooling quicker into the only thing that separated you from his sweet tongue. You stared at him, doe-eyed and wanting, just waiting for him to take the leap. Maybe you should make the first move. Your arms could move quicker than your brain could process your own actions, and you started to reach out for him.

"Mm mm, baby." Joel stops you, grabbing both of your wrists in one of his hands, holding them above your head.

"Fuck." You whine softly, hips involuntarily bucking up into nothing.

He wickedly grins at you as he moves down to kiss you, easily moving his free hand to cup your mound before pressing his thumb to your extremely sensitive clit. You inhale sharply at the feeling, instinctively closing your eyes.

"Look at me, baby. Wanna see those pretty eyes on me when I make you feel good." Joel's voice is soft and loving, but has a stern edge to it. Your eyes peel open to look at him as he moves the thin lace of your panties to the side. He looks down, seeing you already covered in your slick. He groans at the sight and takes his middle finger, swiping up and between your folds. He moves his slick-covered finger to his mouth, eagerly tasting you. He hums in pleasure, and you can see clear as day that he's rock solid in his khakis.

He releases your wrists from his hand, but you don't dare to move. He skates his hands down your body gently, kissing your soft flesh along the way before grabbing either side of your panties. He gently taps your hips, so you lift them up for him as he slides the white lace down your legs. He discards them somewhere on the floor behind him, his focus solely on you.

He maneuvers his face between your legs, biting some spots on your inner thighs softly before kissing the spot after. He continued to move at a slow, torturous pace, making his way up to your aching pussy.

"My beautiful wife. I love you." He says, and you run your fingers through his hair as you look down at him.

"I love you t-oh," You start, but were cut off by Joel poking his tongue out to circle your clit, dragging it down to your entrance, then back up again. "Fuck!" You gasp, gripping his hair slightly. He moaned into you as he got to work, and god, he wasn't fucking kidding when he said he'd say his vows twice. His tongue moved slowly, carefully finding a rhythm that drove you insane.

You started to grind your hips upward, writhing beneath him. He hummed into you, moving a hand to press down on your abdomen to keep you from moving.

Joel shifted himself in the slightest to bring his ring and middle finger up, slowly entering you as his skillful tongue never broke contact. A broken cry left your mouth, eyebrows threaded together and breathing labored. His tongue flicked your clit continuously as his fingers languidly pumped in and out of you, reaching that sweet spot every single time. If he kept this up, you knew you wouldn't last long.

You felt the crescendo of your orgasm building up rather quickly, heat in your lower abdomen tight with anticipation. Both of your hands flew into Joel’s hair when the his hand on your abdomen pressed down, applying more pressure. He truly went to work on you and ate you like a starved man, not letting up once. He wanted you to come all over the lower half of his face, wanted to feel your legs shake as you cried out his name for mercy.

And oh, what Joel wanted, he got.

Your orgasm rushed over you, internal flames licking you from your head to your toes. Joel lapped you up, fingers slowing down until they came to a halt. He pulled them out of you slowly, but his tongue was unforgiving as he kept slurping and licking at your sensitive heat. Your body jerked in overstimulation, trying to wriggle away from him, but he clamped his hands down firmly on your hips.

“Jesus Christ, Joel– f-fuuuuck.” You whined loudly, tears springing to your eyes. Just as quickly as your first orgasm came, a second one was already building up. Joel felt it with the way your body was tensing, and to add to the pleasure this time, he moved his tongue down to dip inside of you, moving at a deliciously torturous pace. He moaned against you, feeling you flutter around his tongue. He brought a thumb over one of your thighs, rubbing tight circles over your clit.

If you thought you were seeing the stars above before, you were seeing the whole fucking galaxy this time around.

“C’mon sweetheart, give it t’me. Let me see my beautiful wife cum on my face again.” His dirty words came and went quickly as he got right back to tongue fucking you, your release right on the edge.

You moaned so loudly as your second orgasm coiled tightly and snapped like a cable right through you, your whole body shaking with pleasure as Joel’s name rolled off your tongue like a prayer on Sundays. Joel cleaned you up once more, kissing your oversensitive pussy before dragging himself upwards. Pure lust clouded his eyes and his overall expression. His pupils were blown, eyes seemingly’ve gotten darker.

He moves a hand up to tug your chin down. “Open your mouth.” His demanding tone sent tingles down your spine, only adding fuel to the fire. You obey him immediately, and he spits directly into your mouth.

“Swallow.” Was all he said, and you complied. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head with how dominating he was being right now. You tasted yourself as you swallowed what he’d given you, eyes glossy as you awaited his next move. He stood up from the bed briefly, only to discard his shoes, pants, and boxers.

His erection sprung free and hit his torso, precum smearing as his tip was leaking and begging to be touched.

“My handsome husband.” You praised, only mirroring his words of affection to you earlier. He offered you a soft smile, climbing over you again. He rested his elbows on either side of you, face hovering mere inches above yours.

“Tell me now, baby. Do you want to make sweet love? Or do you want to be fucked roughly? You choose.” You laugh softly that he’s giving you an option, but there was all the time in the world for sweet love making on this trip. You wanted to be fucked senseless and take advantage of this domineering side of Joel.

“The latter, baby. Into oblivion.” You flash him a wicked smile, and that’s all you need for him to get off of you and reposition you so you both were facing the mirror that hung on the wall.

“Want you to see yourself getting fucked, sweetheart.” His voice is dangerously low. He climbs onto the bed as you arch your back, giving Joel a perfect view of your plump ass. He leaned down to kiss you on one cheek, before his hand cracked down on the other, giving it a fairly harsh slap. You gasped, eyes wide and mouth agape as you stared at his hungry expression in the mirror. The sting of the slap only added to your arousal, making your toes curl in the slightest.

“You ready, darlin’?” He asks, rubbing your ass tenderly. You nod in the mirror, but he shakes his head.

“Words, honey. Lemme hear you.” He presses, and you swallow thickly.

“I’m ready Joel. Please, fuck me.” Your begging alone nearly made him come undone, but he sucked in a breath as he positioned himself with your slick entrance.

He grabbed your hips, sliding into you with ease, courtesy of your arousal. You both moaned loudly, being filled up from this position always hitting deeper than usual. Joel’s cock felt heavy inside you as he gave you a minute to adjust to him. After all these years together, it still took a little time to adjust to his size. In doing so, this was the first time you both didn’t use any form of protection, so you could feel every single ridge and vein on his swollen member.

Joel had to concentrate on not cumming right there as he was buried in your tight warmth. The feeling of no protection was heavenly. You started to move your hips forward, giving him a silent signal he was good to go.

Joel moved almost all the way out of you, before snapping his hips forward to fill you completely again. You cried out at the pleasure as he set an unrelenting pace, fucking you senseless into the mattress.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty getting fucked dumb on my cock like this, sweetheart.” Joel grits, voice strained with pleasure.

“Feels—” You gasp for air, choking your words out. “Feels s’good. Y’feel so good, Joel. So good.” You praise him, fists clenching the fabric of the white comforter beneath you.

“Eyes up here, honey.” He moved a hand away from your hip to wrap around the front of your throat, pulling you up while applying the tiniest bit of pressure. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and you’d truly never seen such a pornographic sight in reality. You both looked so fucked out, so ravenous, so hungry and desperate for each other as his hips collided with your ass at an unrelenting, brutal pace.

Joel had an idea to add more pleasure to the mix, but it was borderline teetering a limit for you. You told Joel awhile ago that you’d try anything (well, almost anything) once, and if you didn’t like it, you’d let him know. He knew what he was about to do was truly obscene and filthy, but it was worth a shot. He moved his hand up your jaw and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging at it. His thumb made its way into your mouth and you eagerly sucked on it, giving him the lubrication he was seeking. After a minute, he let his thumb out of your mouth with a small pop.

He looked into your eyes through the mirror, and then looked down, where your other hole was completely exposed to him. He was hesitant for a moment, but bit the bullet and spit right onto it. Your eyes widened and you gasped, wondering what the hell he was going to do… but then it clicked. He moved his hand down to your ass, resting it tenderly on your cheek as his thumb swiped over his spit there.

“Can I? If it feels like too much you can tell me to stop.” He said, thumb hovering right over the spot you both became so curious about. You trusted Joel and knew he’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

What the hell, you thought. Worst thing that could happen is you tell him to stop. You nodded slowly, and heat rose to your cheeks as he kept bucking his hips into you. His face displayed pure concentration, eyebrows threaded together as he slowly pushed his thumb into you. It felt really odd at first, but that bit of pressure alongside the weight of his cock pounding into you was pure fucking bliss. Your pussy clenched down on him, and you both moaned in unison once more.

After Joel gained his full concentration back, he used his other free hand to wrap around your throat once more. You couldn’t believe how much Joel was holding back before you two got married, because fuck, this was truly some of the most mind blowing sex you’ve ever had.

The only sounds heard in the room was his hips slapping into your ass repeatedly, the wet squelching noise of you taking him so well, and your heavy breathing mixed with a couple of scattered moans. Your head was completely empty from every thought you’d ever had, except for Joel. Your mind was just Joel Joel Joel.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good around me. You were made for this cock,” Joel groans. “I’m gettin’ close.”

He moved his hand from your throat down to your clit, rubbing tight circles again. You cry out at the sensation, one of your hands moving to grip Joel’s forearm. You dug your nails into him unintentionally, causing him to hiss. He truthfully didn’t mind the slight pain that it brought though.

“Fuck Joel, I’m gonna cum.” You choke out, and he moans in response.

“Me too, baby. Y’gonna cum with me?” He rasps, but before you could even answer, you were clenching down on him as your orgasm shot through you once more.

“Fuck, sweetheart, where do you want me?” He asks, his own release just seconds away. He removed his thumb from you to steady himself against you with his hands, his face contorting into absolute pleasure.

“In me, please, baby– fuck.” Bliss takes over the course of your whole being as you cry out his name. A string of curses comes out of his own mouth, mixed with your own name, as he painted your insides with his seed. Your eyes were trained on him the whole time, so turned on by your husband blissed out because of you, that it elongated your orgasm. Your legs were shaky and done for as he stopped moving completely, his tan chest rising and falling rapidly to catch his breath. He wrapped his arms around your torso as he slowly pulled out, making you groan at the loss of fullness.

He brought you down on the mattress with him, tucking your head gently beneath his chin. You both spent a few minutes trying to catch your breaths, enjoying the peacefulness of being wrapped into each others arms.

“You did so good for me. I love you, baby girl.” Joel kisses the crown of your head, thumb stroking a spot on your arm softly.

“That was incredible, my love. Didn’t know you were holding back on me.” You chuckle as you kiss his chest, nails scratching his beard.

He huffs a laugh, clasping his hand around your wrist gently. He kissed the palm of your hand, resting it over his heart when he was done.

“I’m so fuckin’ happy, darlin’. So happy I get to call you my wife, and so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so, so much.”

You tear up at his kind words, pulling his face down for a sweet kiss.

“I love you too, my sweet husband. Forever and always.”

You’ve thought it and said it a million times before, and you’ll think it and say it a million times again—the universe really had a funny way of aligning things in life.

It really was fate, after all.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

The slashers

(And Carrie please 😭)

With a albino child reader🤭‼️

Omg I don't know much about albinism sorry if I got something wrong or missed anything.

I shortened it because I'm not consistent.

Michael

Michael was stalking and then he saw you and thought you were a baby angel at first. Like seriously, you look so angelic!

Wanted to observe you more but then he realised that he's out for killing and then ran walked away.

A bit later when he's killed 3 people that he wonders why he didn't kill you. But whatever it was he wanted to see you again.

For a possibly-not-an-angel-and-just-an-odd-kid you sure as hell did act like an angel.

And then he started to feel protective over you. He distanced himself but that didn't work so he just dealt with this annoying feeling for now.

He saw a kid call you a mf chalk and then later he was also found cut out and dead like a chalk.

It was a sunny day where you tried to cover your eyes from the bright sun away from your sensitive eyes and your not so good wasn't helping at all.

You kept bumping into things when you bumped into a hard clothed big statue like legs which made a shade for your smaller body and you got a good look at your savior.

You were kinda creeped out since his gaze on you felt the exact watching ones you felt when you were outside or near a window but those eyes never meant harm or anything malicious towards you.

The figure then fastly walked away which was unknowingly the start of your new little friendship.

Sinclair brothers

They couldn't believe their eyes when they first saw you. You were just so... Different! In a good way! Wondered if you were just a pale kid who just bleached every hair on their body. Please forgive them they're new to this.

Bo again shows you off for tourist attraction but just in the shade, if you think he only likes you is because you can get the attention of people effectively he'll be very quick to dismiss those thoughts, of course he sees you more than that! That part is just for business. Don't think such silly thoughts again. Probably says shit like "don't run off and trip on the ground, it'll be a pain if your hair gets dirtied." but really it's just a dumb excuse to keep his paranoia away. He'll buy glasses for you if your eyesight is crazy poor.

Vincent also loves how you look. He's just in the corner like "wow I can't believe that beautiful child likes me." his cute little ass is in the basement and scribbling. Plays with your hair if you have any. He'd pick you up if you're having a hard time seeing, or covers you up on a bright day. He loves how you look but also hates the consequences you have to suffer with. He thinks you're very delicate because of these reasons and so comes mama Vincent, bo is around the corner no one can handle his mom energy yet.

Lester is sad that most of the time you can't go outside mostly because of your light sensitivity. But although the stars and the moon do look nice. Still tries to give you a good life though, he understands that you probably got looked at weirdly and doesn't want to make you feel that same way. Lester and Jonesy always have your back on this one. Random person bothering you? No problem Jonesy will get the pleasure of scaring the shit out of them maybe bite them idk depends. Maybe they're both mauling that person

Carrie

Was awestruck when she first saw you. Thought you kinda looked like her! And that you were an angel since you fit the description of one.

Would get confused if you said you get bullied. God people find reasons to bully someone for no reason.

She would definitely do something about it though, it would be very rude of her if she just let it continue.

Wouldn't go as far as killing but would scare them into never talking to you again. She might feel kinda bad but they deserved it.

Gives you old light coloured clothing as it goes well with you. Maybe you two can match!

Doesn't know what her mother will think of you so she keeps you hidden. She means no harm! She just wants to make sure she can be there for you.

[glossysoap]

Hcs for after reader is out of hydra:

With their permission of course, the boys often give reader massages on their left shoulder

Soap has a very techy engineer sister who he asks to make you a new arm (based off his designs of course😌)

Sleeping with them is hard with all the nightmares, but when your hands are on your boys' chests you know they're safe amd alive and you sleep peacefully

ready to comply hc ;

pls be sure to read the chapters posted so far before these hcs as they might not make sense otherwise !!

i never thought i’d have someone send me hcs for any of my work !! 🥹🥹

🏷️: @viylikescats @warenai @le0thely0n @fullmoon-94 @breadboyye @kiroshang @kitty-satan1 @lunitalloronaa @itzzjxlyn @lonely-ofc @reeplaysvideogames

but omg anon ur so big brain !!

they would 100% massage their left arm where the skin meets metal !! they want reader to know that their feelings never changed for reader and that the arm doesn’t make them a monster :’’)

also oh my god yes on soap’s sister redesigning readers metal arm !! soap, in secret, doodling potential designs for readers arm, with mixes of gold and silver, instead of the old silver arm with a red hydra star on it.

it would definitely look like this !!

and omg the sleeping hc !! reader will ALWAYS be sandwiched between them esp while they slept !! remember when ghost said that his favorite position would be reader sandwiched between him and soap ?? yeah he meant it. but we’ll save the smut for later you dirty rats

feeling their heartbeats would calm reader so so much :((

i’ll raise you this : reader smelling soap’s cologne and body wash !! taking one whiff and being knocked out cold by his familiar comforting scent :(

and having ghost’s muscular ass arm wrapped around reader 24/7 ?? reader can rest soundly knowing that nothing bad would happen.

reader never felt so content. finally having their boys, their protectors, surrounding them and keeping them safe.

don’t forget abt readers stray german shepherd (that reader picked up while on the run) sleeping on readers feet, keeping them warm with her lush sable fur :((

sometimes ur little stray will call dibs next to you in bed, taking one of the boys spot and whoever’s spot was taken will just have to deal with it >:) sometimes you’ll fall asleep on the edge of the bed instead of the middle, and ur stray will claim a spot right next to you. not parallel to you though, no she’ll lay horizontally so her body takes up space for both ghost and soap. and she’ll look damn cute doing it too.

imagine this: soap and ghost will have gotten out of the shower, towels wrapped around their waists and they’ll be looking forward to sleeping next to you and she’ll be snuggling into you. she’ll be stretched out like a noodle, body facing you with her head tucked in your chest and somehow her sable colored arms had rested on your shoulders, she’s literally hugging you in her sleep ?? (my dog does this, believe me it’s a real thing) your arms are wrapped around her and your fingers are buried in her thick fur. her little pink rope toy is nestled between you :((

they almost want to wake her up and redirect her to sleep on her cozy, luxurious dog bed (but why would she sleep on that when she could take up the boys space? duhhh), but they look at how relaxed your face is?? and how you have a little smile and your brows are unfurrowed and they just can’t do it :((

so needless to say, no matter where ur little stray sleeps and where the boys sleep - ur always protected <3

ps, i love u so so much for sending this hc in u have no idea !! i never imagined having ppl talk to me abt my fics !! i see that happen with so many bigger writers and i was always so envious :))

my ask box is open if y’all have any hcs you wanna talk with me about 🫶🏻

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

[whiskeynwriting]

heyyyy idk if you take requests but if you do, can i request something with Ghost and Soap and female reader? she’s never done anything with either of them and then one time they get shipped off all three of them over seas and something spicy happens?:::)))) rolling my chair into oblivion byeeeee

THIS IS SO SEXYYYYY. Ugh.

Simon Says

Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” McTavish x Female Reader

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Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of reader’s hair, dirty talk, praise kink, spanking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, slapping (just one tiny face tap), bisexuality, polyamory, threesome activities, sub/dom dynamics, brief male masturbation, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, anal sex, m|m and f|m sex

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A/N: Omg, this is the first time I've EVER written m|m sex, and the first time I've EVER written a threesome. I can't handle it. Anon, thank you for this.

Alsssooooo, we have some Scottish Gaelic in here for Soap! AAHHH I’m loving it. The translations are in parenthesis after the words are used, of course &lt;3

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To say you’re out of your element here would be an understatement. Oftentimes, traveling out of the country was a breeze for you. Things weren’t all that different, give or take. But going overseas was an entirely different thing. Comparing Brazil to London? There wasn’t anything you could lean on for comfort here; nothing reminded you of home. Except for them.

After joining the force, you found yourself gravitating toward the two of them. After all, Simon grew up in the same area as you. It’s not like the two of you ever met before finding each other here, but knowing he’s tied to your home somehow ties him to you. And Johnny, his parents live just down the road from your grandparent’s home. How the two of you never met before this is beyond you. Regardless, you’re thankful to know them now. It’s like one way or another, you were meant to find each other. 

But for some reason, you can’t find them right now. Simon and Johnny were always close, so much so that you were shocked they welcomed you into their friendship so quickly. Usually though, the three of you convened after a mission. Whether it was in the barracks at the base or a break room in the safe house, you always relaxed afterward together. So, where are they now? 

“What do you think you’re doin’?”

“Oh, sorry Cap.” Immediately, you straighten a bit, addressing Price as he appears off to your right. “Just um, checking out the new base… I guess.”

“New,” He chuckles, reminding you, “Won’t be new for much longer. We’ve got a week.” 

All you do is smile, giving him a curt nod. “Sir.” 

Price has always been easy to avoid. Just straighten your back and say what he wants to hear, and he’ll be out of your hair. Which is just what happens. Right after your response, he’s nodding, turning to walk out of sight. 

Relaxing your posture, you trudge on, stepping quietly down the long and empty halls. The makeshift barracks are empty, most of the team taking a break in the kitchen. Which is what originally led your search. But now, a sound seems to direct your steps. 

“Quiet, now.”

“Simon?” Whispering, you furrow your brows, taking a step toward a side door. 

Bewildered, you press your hand to the knob, inching the door open to peer inside. It seems to be a storage room of sorts, a small warehouse, almost. The lights are off, but you can still see the shelves stacked high with boxes and files. You wonder what they’re for. But all too quickly, they become the last thing on your mind. 

In the dim light of the room, just barely, you can make out the figures of the men you’d been searching for. Both tall, much taller than you, and bulky, too. But it’s clear that one is much bigger than the other, and wearing a mask. Simon. 

“Simon?” Walking in, you push the door open further, calling out for him “Oh.”

Stopping in your tracks, your jaw drops, not meeting Simon’s eyes but Johnny’s. Deep blue with his irises blown wide, half of his face covered by Ghost’s skull. But then, they’re fluttering shut, a heated breath shoving its way out of his chest. A moan. 

“S-Simon,”

“Yeah,” He groans, but he doesn’t let go. “I see her, Johnny.” 

He’s pushed Soap up against the wall, one hand on his throat to keep him steady. And you’ve never seen him handle Johnny like that but that’s not the shocking part. What’s shocking is the sight of Ghost’s free hand palming the captain’s crotch. And even though he’s acknowledged your appearance, he hasn’t stopped. 

Turning, Ghost glances over his shoulder at you, addressing you by name. “How’re you?” He asks, completely nonchalant. 

“I, um…” Releasing a flustered chuckle, you sigh, shoving your hands into your pockets. “Was… looking for you. Both of you.”

“Figured you would,” He returns in that gruff voice, unapologetically turning back to his companion. “Didn’t think you’d find us, though.” 

His mask is pulled up above his mouth, nothing you haven’t before seen. But now, his bare mouth is on Johnny’s, kissing him sloppily. Your face burns at the sight, a small gasp slipping from your lips. You expected him to stop, to move away and maybe say something. Not do… that. 

“Simon,” Soap moans again, shaky hand reaching for his hip. He’s overwhelmed, very clearly.

“You, you didn’t want me to? To find you?” The entire situation is making you feel antsy and embarrassed but above it all, you’re hurt by Simon’s words. You always find each other after a mission. 

By now, Soap’s hands are on Simon’s neck and waist, pulling him further in. They’re both in plain jeans, Soap in a short black sleeve and Ghost in that sexy ass light-gray fleece. And if you were being honest, you’ve always thought about them this way. Just because they were your friends didn’t mean they weren’t hot. But never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined them like this. 

Now, Ghost does stop, laughing at your words. “Sure we did.” Smacking his lips, he lowers his head, finding Johnny’s neck. “We love your company.” 

“Well, I don’t know if it’s much help right now…” Backing away, your body finally catches up with your brain. 

“You never know.” Comes his immediate response, rutting his hips into Johnny’s. Jesus, he’s so brazen. Every little movement is catching you offgaurd, making you stumble and stutter. “What d’you think, Johnny? Huh?”

“Oh,” And you’ve never seen Soap so submissive. 

“Think she’d wanna join in?” 

At that, your eyes widen. Everything in your body is on fire from seeing them like this. You never expected it, in general, and you definitely never expected to like it. Nibbling on your lower lip, you shift your stance, rubbing your thighs against each other a bit. 

“C-Close the door,” Soap suddenly begs, motioning towards it. “No one,” He gulps, feeling Ghost’s lips suction to his neck. “No one needs to see. Other than you.”

“Johnny?” You question, not understanding his wording. 

“He wants you here.” Ghost answers for him, squeezing his throat a little harder. And then, Simon’s eyes are flashing toward you. “And so do I.” 

“Would you?” Johnny then asks, whimpering helplessly when Ghost shifts his hips over his again. 

Glancing down, your eyes follow Soap’s gesture, his now outstretched arm. He’s reaching for you. It’s only then that the moment begins to feel… soft. Inviting, even. 

“Really?” You’re already stepping toward them, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. He’s calling out to you, he wants you. 

“Yes.” 

Before you can even register what’s happening, the hand intertwined with yours leaves, lifting to cup your face and bring you in. 

“Johnny…” He brings you close to his face, so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. “I, I never knew…”

“That we did this?” Ghost finishes for you, huffing out a short laugh. “No one does.”

“No one should.” That Scottish accent adds, returning your eyes to him. “Kiss me.”

“What?” Even though you’re less than a hair’s breadth away from his lips, you’re surprised he asked. He’s never asked. Nothing sexual has ever happened between you and them.

“We’ve thought about this, love.” Simon chimes in, still marking Soap’s neck while he groans. “Thought about you.” 

You’re not sure what to do, not at all, but you know one thing for certain - you’re glad Simon is taking the lead. 

“You wanna be here with us, hm?” Now, he’s removed himself from Soap’s neck, addressing you directly. “You want us like I want him? Like he wants me?”

His words force your heart to lurch into your throat, the pound of your pulse deafening in your ears. Has he noticed? Have they both? Have they seen the way you stare? The way your irises widen, the way you swallow when you see them shirtless? The way your body eases into them when you’re given a hug, the way you react to their touch? 

“A simple yes or no.” Ghost reminds you, pulling you back to the present. “It won’t affect us, love, the three of us. We’ll always be mates, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Johnny nods, looking from Ghost and then to you. His hand is still on your face, thumb swiping gently over the apple of your cheek. He finds you so breathtakingly beautiful. They both do. 

The fact that they’re reassuring you of this shows you just how much they care, just how deeply they trust you. They’ve been your best friends for months now, you’ve been able to count on them for anything. Emotionally and physically, they’ve always been there, always had your back. And you’ve had theirs, but… not to this extent. Maybe now is the time to change that. 

“I, I do.” Nodding, you lick your lips nervously before swallowing. “I…” 

Gently, Johnny’s hand guides you back toward his face, angling himself downward slightly so he can connect with you. And Ghost stays perfectly still while he does it, wanting to watch your first embrace. 

Leaning into his hold, you meet him halfway, just barely lifting yourself onto your tippy toes. Your hands feel awkward at your sides, so you reach out toward your captain. Immediately, though, Simon is catching your right hand and holding it tightly as he watches your lips connect. 

As soon as your lips meet, Johnny’s moaning against you, hand curling around to hold the back of your head. And you all but melt into him, the hand not being held by Ghost securing to Johnny’s hip. 

“Oh…” Simon sighs, leaning back in to mouth at Soap’s neck. “That’s it, pet.” 

Just like that, the gradual roll of Ghost’s hips picks up again, each of your mouths paying attention to Johnny. With his hand on your neck, he guides the kiss, leaning in as he mouths at your lips. 

“S-Shit,” He’s stuttering, feeling Simon’s full erection weighing heavy against the fabric of his jeans. You take this opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, grinning at the noise it drags out of him. 

“I need more, Johnny.” Simon begs, that gruff voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

A small, metallic noise draws your attention away from him, glancing down and witnessing the quick movements of Ghost’s hand. He’s undoing Soap’s belt, and in record time, might you add. Before you can even blink, he’s reaching in and freeing Johnny from the confines of his pants. 

“That’s better.” He sighs, fisting Soap’s length and giving long, slow pumps, all the way down to the base. 

“Fuck me.” Johnny’s head drops back, eyes shutting as he relishes in the feeling. 

At first, you don’t know what to say, what to even think. Thoughts jumble through your mind, feeling both shocked and flustered and excited. He’s so much bigger than you expected; he’s cut and slightly curved, and neatly trimmed, too. 

“Johnny…” It comes out as an airy breath, your own hand now reaching for him. 

Timidly, your fingertips dance along his scrotum, and Ghost smiles at this.  

“Why don’t you take over, love?” Glancing up, you lock eyes with him as he says, “Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s a good pet…” Simon responds, almost immediately. And it mesmerizes you. 

Releasing Soap of his hold, Ghost’s hand finds the back of your head, hurriedly bringing you into him. Smashing his lips to yours, you accept it wholeheartedly, your soft moan echoing in the back of Ghost’s throat. 

“Fuck,” Lifting his head, Soap stares at the sight in front of him. He chokes slightly when he feels your hand replace Simon’s, gripping him firmly while giving him the same languid strokes. 

“I am loving this,” He expresses, licking his lower lip. “Kiss him like you did me… that’s right…” 

While you’re shoving your tongue into Ghost’s mouth, feeling his thick fingers curl into your hair, Johnny leans in to kiss your face. It’s like he can’t help himself. It’s hurried and frenzied, his lips moving across your cheek and jaw. 

“Johnny,” He suddenly barks, ripping himself away from you. “Get on your knees for me.” 

Staring into Soap’s eyes, the captain does what he’s told, the two of you watching as Ghost leans back to undo his belt. 

Internally, you’re screaming. This is all moving so quickly, but you have absolutely no reservations when it comes to this. None, none at all. 

With Johnny’s movement, you’re forced to let go of him, watching as he shuffles back against the wall. Without either one of them saying another word, Ghost is guiding his cock into Soap’s waiting mouth. Instantly, his lips form a breathless smile, feeling the wetness of Johnny’s tongue slide over his tip. 

“Take it.” He mumbles, their eyes locked as Soap does just that. 

Shifting his hips forward, Simon releases a breathy chuckle, giving his companion’s mouth an array of shallow thrusts. And then he’s glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye, jerking his head to the side. 

“Get over here, princess.”

Jesus, you thought he’d never ask. 

It’s astonishing just how easy it is for this to happen, for you to follow his instructions. Because you do. Obeying his word, you kneel beside the captain, knees feeling like jelly as you move. Your entire body is nearly numb from excitement, and they’ve barely even touched you. 

Eyes widened, you stay on your knees beside your comrade, swallowing your nerves. “How… how many times have you…”

“More times than I can count.” Simon grunts, fingers curling into the stripe of hair at the top of Soap’s head. “You feel like givin’ it a go?” He then asks, smirking when your pretty eyes flicker up to his. 

“Yes.” It’s small and quiet, the word as it comes out. And Simon is happy with it. 

Pulling away from Soap’s mouth, they each release a harsh grunt. When Simon reaches for you, he’s much kinder. He doesn’t tangle his fingers into your hair just yet, he doesn’t know how much you can take.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Simon coos, his voice so soft and loving. Johnny remembers when he was first like that, before they got comfortable with each other. Comfortable enough to be rough. 

“That’s it…” That sweet voice is in your ear the entire time his attention is on you, his hand guiding you closer to him. 

With doe-like eyes, Soap watches you take in Simon’s cock just an inch away from his face. Your lips open just enough to envelope his uncut tip, tongue sliding beneath the girth of him. He’s bigger than Johnny, much bigger, and not so well-trimmed. In fact, he has a bush at his base. 

“Yeah, just like that.” Nodding slowly, both of Ghost’s hands find your face, pulling you gently onto him. 

Leaning with his movements, you soon find your mouth stuffed of him, his low moans echoing throughout the quiet space. Again, Johnny can’t help himself. Moving forward, he presses his cheek to yours, leaning down to run his tongue over Simon’s balls. And collectively, you moan, your sound vibrating through the lieutenant's cock.

“Fuckin’ hell Johnny,” Simon grunts, briefly baring his teeth at the feeling. “Oh, love…” Naturally, and without instruction, you move your mouth along the length of him, sucking slowly, tenderly. “That’s so good, princess…” 

He doesn’t even have to move his hips, not when both of your mouths are on him like this. Right now, all of his focus is going into keeping his legs sturdy, keeping himself standing. 

“And you know what you are, Johnny?” 

With his own mouth full, all he can mumble is, “Hm?” And you don’t know it yet, but he’s asking for Simon’s attention, begging for his praise. 

With those blue eyes lifting, searching for Simon’s dark gaze, he whines when his partner says, “You’re a good boy.” 

Even though the praise isn’t directed at you, you whine all the same. And Soap does, too, sucking more of Simon’s tender flesh between his lips while he sighs.

“I quite like the idea of this,” Simon chuckles breathily, unable to tear his gaze away from sight beneath him. “Havin’ myself two pets.”

And you have to admit, you like the sound of that, too.

Reaching up, your hands find the thick meat of Simon’s thighs, massaging and clawing them as you continue to take him. Willingly, you urge him down your throat, your quick and airy breaths making you feel all fuzzy. Limply, you lean on Johnny, his sturdy body offering you a hint of support. 

“Look at you, takin’ me all the way.” It actually impresses Simon. It took Soap a while to work up to that. “You’re just full of surprises.” 

With one hand, he strokes Johnny’s head, the fingers of his other combing through your hair. His pretty pets. 

Swiping his tongue hungrily across Simon’s scrotum, Soap’s tongue occasionally dances across your lips, and he savors it. He even dedicates a moment to running his tongue along the edges of your mouth while it’s still full of Simon’s dick. 

“Ugh,” Simon suddenly expresses, a thick groan escaping him. “Jesus, Johnny.” 

“Sir?” Johnny returns, his voice timid and light. And more than ever before, it sets your body alight. You’ve never heard him speak this way. 

“Up here,” Simon demands, chest rising and falling quickly. “On your feet with me.” 

Whimpering quietly, you watch him stand. You liked having his company. 

With firm movements, Simon spins his partner around. “Put your hands on the wall.” And even though he just gave him a command, he helps him do it. With his hands on Johnny’s wrists, he places them on the sturdy concrete in front of him, sighing happily once he’s done it. “Yeah… that’s right.”

And while he’s talking to Johnny, you’re still on your knees, mouth endlessly pleasuring him. Before either of you can even take a moment to think, Ghost’s hand is on Johnny’s jaw, forcing him to look down at you. 

“What d’you think about fuckin’ her mouth, Johnny?” Now, he starts to move his hips, thrusting himself down your throat at a much harsher pace. 

Unexpectedly, you whine, nodding beneath the two men. And Soap’s eyes go wide when he sees this. Removing yourself from Simon, you sigh, trying to regain some semblance of your composure. While watching you shuffle before him, placing yourself perfectly between his legs, Soap nods. It’s like he can’t bring himself to look away, like he can’t comprehend the acts you’re all performing. 

“Beautiful…” Soap murmurs, reaching down to cup your jaw gently. Sliding his thumb over your bottom lip, he watches them part so he can slide it in. “That’s beautiful, lass.” 

 Slowly, Simon retracts his hips, pulling himself out of your mouth. The sound produced from the act is wet, almost sticky. 

“She’s lubed it up quite nicely for you.” Ghost whispers into his ear, kissing the lobe. Shifting his feet, he positions himself behind Johnny, hands holding firm on his hips. 

Lowering one hand, he slides it down to Soap’s ass, fingers prying at the muscular flesh. With one finger, he teases Johnny’s hole, rubbing and just barely poking it. And the whimper that comes from Johnny is euphoric, feeling your mouth wrap around him while Simon plays with his ass. 

Leaning back, you ask, “Is this alright?”

Your question prompts his attention to return to you, all while feeling Simon slide a finger into him from behind. Nodding, Soap swallows thickly, entranced by the sight of his cock resting on your soft lips.

“That’s more than alright.” He answers, one hand falling to the back of your head. “That’s just… that’s so good.” And then he’s giving you one, firm nod. “Do it again.” 

While holding his gaze, you slide the length of him over your tongue until he’s entirely in your mouth. Sitting still for a moment, you hollow your cheeks, sucking on him. 

“Oh…”

“You ready for me?” Ghost then asks, one hand coming up to hold his throat, just like before. 

“Fuck…”

Pumping his finger in a handful of times, Simon adds another, stretching the tight ring of muscles he’s become far too familiar with. The hand not on the back of your head lays palm-flat against the wall, Johnny leaning in to press his forehead to the cool concrete. 

He’s taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself. “Yeah.” 

Moving in sync with Simon, you slide Johnny into your throat in the same motion as the lieutenant slides between his partner’s cheeks. And it makes him fucking choke. Already, Soap’s legs are shaking, and the gentle scratch of your nails down his thighs isn’t helping.

“How’s she feel, Johnny?” Ghost is kissing Soap’s neck, his small whimpers and moans making Simon throb. 

Pulling himself back, Simon returns to the warm confines of his friend, building a gradual pace. And you do the same, attempting to match it. Only a few thrusts in, and Soap is an absolute mess, moaning freely with his lips parted, eyes furrowed shut as he takes it. From the sensation of it all, he’s barely even able to thrust into your mouth. But that’s alright, Simon’s thrusts are so heady that they do most of the work, repeatedly sliding Soap down your throat. 

Angrily, Simon snaps his hips against Johnny’s ass, grinding in deep. And it forces an almost painful cry from the captain. “I asked you a question, love.”

Simon was always a dominant man; with his size and demeanor, how could he not be? But seeing him in this situation has that notion growing tenfold. He’s clearly the one in charge, the one who calls the shots between the two of them. And you wish so badly to be beneath him. 

The grip Ghost has on Johnny’s throat tightens, his hips picking up their pace. His pelvis slaps against the meat of Soap’s backside, forcing him deeper into your mouth every time. Reaching out, your hands slide over Johnny’s thighs. Curling around, they find the flexing muscles of Simon’s backside, scratching into the surface before you squeeze. 

“S-So,” He’s trembling, stuttering, eyes opening to stare down at you. Your lips are gliding so smoothly along his shaft, your throat sucking him down with every thrust. “So good.”

“Yeah?” Ghost grins, hearing his lover’s shaky voice. “She felt pretty good around me, too.” 

Ghost’s indirect praise makes you moan, the vibrations shivering through Soap’s cock and hips. 

“F-Fuck me, I’m gonna - Simon.” Soap is whining and groaning, reaching around to hold the back of Ghost’s head while he sucks on the side of his neck. “I’m gonna cum.”

“No you’re not.” He replies nonchalantly, pulling out of his comrade with a groan. And it successfully cuts off Johnny’s high. 

He whimpers quietly, almost pathetically, from the loss, dropping his head down. But Ghost presses his back to Soap, leaning down to place his chin on Johnny’s shoulder. 

“Look at me,” But Soap almost can’t, because you’ve hollowed your cheeks and are drooling down his shaft. “I said look at me.” With the force of his hand, Simon makes Johnny turn to look him in the eyes. 

“You can cum after I fuck our new play thing.” Without looking down, Simon drops a hand, running his fingers through your hair as he says it. An affectionate, possessive, gesture. 

“Alright?” Reaching down, he uses his dominant hand to gently cup Soap’s balls. It makes his body jolt, a helpless mewl slipping from his mouth. 

And then Simon’s looking down at you, giving you a nod. “Hey, gorgeous.” He calls, the hand on Soap’s balls reaching out to give your cheek a soft little smack. “Your turn. Eyes up here.” 

Immediately, your eyes are on him, your mouth still stuffed full. 

“You want me to fuck you? Huh? Wanna know what it feels like?” 

“Mhm,” Nodding rapidly, you slide your tongue along the underside of Johnny’s cock, listening to his airy moan. 

“Then,” Ghost says, deep voice rumbling as his fingers tighten in your air. “Get off.”

Pulling your head in the opposite direction while pulling Johnny back forces you to let him go, both of them watching as you pant and gasp. 

“You liked that?” Tilting his head, Simon grins.

Huffing out an array of heavy breaths, you nod. “Yes.” 

“Ah,” Simon tuts happily, reaching down to your pretty face. “That’s a good girl.” 

“Oh,” 

“You like that too, huh?”

“Yes, Simon.” 

“Why don’t you lay down for me then? And show me how good you can be.” 

He’s never spoken to you like this before, and why would he? But after tonight, you’re hoping he does again. And again, and again.

Leaning back, you find yourself scrambling onto your backside and palms, shifting down to the ground. You don’t even care that it’s dusty and who knows what could have trudged through here. It’s worth it when Simon says, “I love how well you listen to me.” 

“Baby,” It comes out before you can stop it, before you can even realize it. And it’s said as Simon is crouching down, moving to cover your body with his own. 

You’re reaching for him, and it’s so easy to see just how captivated you are by him. “You’ve thought of me.” He states, grinning. 

Situating himself over your body, you can hear Johnny’s pants beside you. Out of the corner of your eye you see him bend down, but right now, all you’re focusing on is him. Ghost. 

“Yes.” Hands finding either side of his face, you bring him in, and he doesn’t reject it. 

Passionately, his mouth meets your own, lips just barely colliding before your tongues do. He licks into you, one hand wiggling beneath the back of your head so he can hold you. 

 “I want you.” Simon growls against your lips, both his breath and pulse quickening. “I want you, pet.”

“I want you.” Your body curls upwards toward him, feeling an undeniable pull. Diving in, you slide your tongue across his, listening to his harsh and heated moan. 

“Johnny,” Ghost mumbles against your lips. “Get over here.” And just like that, he’s at Simon’s side. 

“You always do what he says?” You tease, grinning. And Soap fucking blushes.

“Whatever Simon says.” He responds, looking deeply into his partner’s eyes. And that fills Ghost’s heart with pride. 

“Whatever Simon says…” You repeat, staring up at him, too.

Lifting your hands, your fingers find the edge of his fleece, pulling impatiently on him. Chuckling, he glances down at you, licking his lower lip before speaking to Johnny. 

“Want you on top of her.” He says, eyes now entirely on you. “Come fuck that pretty face.” 

“Oh, fuck yes.” 

Instantly, he’s climbing over you, positioning his pelvis directly above your face. Indirectly, he shoves his ass into Simon’s, but it’s not like he minds. Bending forward, he sinks his teeth into the thick muscle of Soap’s upper thigh, sucking a mark onto his skin. 

“There you go, Johnny.” Reaching forward, Ghost lays a hand over Soap’s back, guiding him further down. “Bend over… just like that.” 

Still hanging heavy between his legs, you take Soap back into your mouth, tongue reaching for his tip. Once it’s past your lips, you suck gently on it, prompting a flurry of small hip movements from the captain. His palms are flat on the ground on either side of your head, and while you’re entirely caught up in Johnny’s attention, Ghost is tearing it away all too soon. 

Broad hands find your calves, sliding up to find the waistband of your pants. He takes his time in undressing you, and finds himself wishing the three of you were elsewhere, somewhere you could be naked completely. Somewhere you could give all of yourself to him. 

“Fucking - ngh, you suck it so good.” Johnny’s sweating and babbling nonsense, thrusting into your mouth at a much different pace than before. It’s quicker, shallower, and you know he has to be close. “Keep doin’ that. Oh, Christ, keep sliding your tongue around.” 

You’re so distracted by Johnny that you barely even register when Ghost slides your pants off. In one swipe, your panties are gone, too, leaving you exposed to him. Instinctually, you spread your legs wider, welcoming him in.

Glancing up, Ghost finds himself throbbing at the sight of Soap’s flexing ass as he continually ruts into your mouth. With one hand, he’s pawing at his cheek, giving it a firm smack that makes Johnny’s hips stutter. 

“How about I fuck your ass, sweetheart?” Ghost asks, voice low and seductive. “I don’t have a condom with me right now…” Broad hands find your outer thighs, caressing you. “Maybe next time I can feel your sweet little pussy…” 

It comes as a shock, a jolt to your system, when he slides a finger down the seam of your sex. You want so desperately to moan, but with the way Johnny’s filling your throat right now, you can’t. But Johnny sees your reaction, he sees how your eyes roll back.

“Oh, she likes that, L’t.” 

“Does she?” Simon counters, giving your inner thigh a small smack. The motion sends a tingle through your body, your lungs attempting to fill with staggering gulps of air. 

Leaning back on his heels, Ghost’s hands spread your cheeks, eyes closely inspecting you. “Has anyone else ever been here, love? Anyone else ever fucked your ass?” 

When all he’s met with are sloppy gurgles, he gives Soap’s backside a light slap. “Back up, Johnny. Lemme hear her talk.”

“No,” It comes out as a gasped groan, the only word you can get out before Soap is diving back in. 

“Oh…” Simon sighs, eyes returning to your fluttering holes. “I like firsts.” 

Listening closely, you can just barely make out the sound of suction, the sound of Simon’s finger in his own mouth.   

“I’ll be gentle, pet.” He promises, damp finger now prodding at your tight ring. “I’ll make it good…” Releasing a low, muted sigh, he then promises in a whisper, “I’ll make it so good you can’t even breathe.”

You have no doubt that he’ll fulfill that promise, but if you’re being honest, you’re already feeling that way. Taking Soap down your throat is no easy task, and coupling that with Simon’s hands on your body is making you see fucking stars. 

Using his left hand, he makes sure to keep his dominant one clean. Once you’ve taken his entire pointer finger, his right hand finds its way to your sex, rubbing you tenderly. And the passionate moan you release gives him all the consent he needs.

Leaning in, he spits forcefully onto your fluttering lips, sliding his first two fingers through it. He uses the wetness of it to rub your clit, circling it slowly, gently, the stimulation allowing you to take in another one of his digits. 

“Look at that… opening up so nicely, aren’t we?”

Your hands have been sliding around Johnny’s thighs, fingers curling as you hold onto him. Nodding, you’re able to manage a moan before he’s plunging back in. 

“Think she can take three?”

“I know she can.” Johnny responds instantly.

Spitting again, Simon watches his saliva drip down your sex, sliding over the two fingers he’s stuffed into your ass. Retracting them halfway, he allows the wentess to coat his digits before returning them to your warmth, pumping them into you at a slightly quicker rate. 

“Simon,” Gasping, you push Johnny’s hips away from your face. “Please.”

“Please, what?” He’s furrowing his brows, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

“I just, I want to feel you.” Swallowing heavily, you beg, “Please just fuck me. Please.”

While he’s out of your mouth, Johnny uses a spare hand to jerk himself off, keeping his eyes on you. “Fuck,” Lifting the other, he uses it to palm at your covered chest. “Wish we could see your tits right now, babe.”

“Maybe we’ll get to.” Simon suggests, removing his fingers from your ass. Leaning forward, he holds his palm out to Johnny, nonverbally asking for his spit. Which he gives. 

“Oh my god,” Groaning, you do your best to catch your breath while the boys interact. “I love this.”

“You and me both.” Johnny returns, moving a hand to your head to hold you steady. Slowly, he glides over your tongue, bottoming out in your mouth once again. “She takes it so well…”

“I know she does.” 

Situating himself between your legs, Simon holds the thickness of his shaft in one hand, rubbing the tip over your tightest entrance. His dominant hand hasn’t left your clit, his fingers rubbing sensual and sloppy circles over it.

“This might hurt a pinch, love.” 

All you do is lift your hips toward him, running your tongue along Soap’s tip. But he’s right, it does hurt. The slight sting of his bulbous tip entering you is… different, entirely new. The continuous stimulation on the peak of your sex helps, though. That along with Johnny as a distraction. 

When Ghost is halfway in, he prompts Johnny to take a break, allowing you a breath. Rubbing your thighs, that breathy voice asks you, “How’s that, princess?”

“A lot.”

Now, Soap is answering. “I know.” His hands find your face, cupping and stroking you softly. “It’s so much, isn’t it, lass?”

“Yes.” While he’s speaking to you, Simon continues sliding in. 

Sighing, Soap swipes his thumb gently over your cheek. “Sweet cailin…” (Girl)

“Mm,” You whine sharply at the feeling of Simon bottoming out inside you, his thighs resting flush against your cheeks. His free hand is on your hip, holding you steady with his thumbs swiping over your skin.

“There we go,” Shuffling closer, he grinds into you, holding you tightly against him. “Oh, Christ…”

Pulsing his fingers upward, he finds your g-spot, caressing it firmly. And the moan it tears from your chest sounds ungodly, Soap quick to cut it short with his cock. 

Steadily, they pump themselves into you, Simon’s fingers working just as hard, too. His thumb just barely flicks the nub of your clit while his hips shift right up against you. And even though he’s going relatively slow, the groans coming from him are guttural and deep, heavy grunts alongside every push and shove of his fingers and length. With every passing second, he’s growing more ravenous, more insatiable. The slick of your cunt drips down onto his length as it repeatedly dives into the space between your cheeks, aiding in his smooth slides. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight back here…” Already sweating, he feels his muscles shake, wanting to have more of you and Johnny but not knowing how to do it. “Would love to warm you up. Stretch you out. Oh…” Leaning forward, Ghost presses his forehead to his lover’s back, giving his skin a sweet kiss. “Would you let me do that, sweetheart? Would you let me do this again?”

Again, a muffled noise is all you can muster around Soap’s length. But he knows you want it, they both know you’ll want this again. 

Johnny’s motions directly contradict that of his bigger, stronger lover’s. He’s giving your mouth tender and sensual thrusts, sliding all the way in until the head is prodding at the back of your throat. He’s rolling his hips against your face, staring down at the striking image of you.

“Simon, please.” That thick, Scottish accent begs. He’s so close, he can feel himself throbbing. “Please…”

Leaning forward, Simon whispers into his ear, “Give her face a proper fuck, and I’ll let you cum.” 

Immediately, Soap’s fingers find your hair, using the strands as leverage to hold your head down. His hips slap down against your face, choking you with his cock. He’ll always do what Simon says. 

And that’s when Simon releases a breathy laugh, shaking his head with a mix of proud disbelief. “Cum in her mouth, Johnny.” He then says, “Go ahead.”

Simon watches and feels Soap’s body as it shakes, his cum and your spit pooling out of the corners of your mouth as you do your best to take it. It’s instantaneous, his high coming on as soon as Simon allowed it. And it makes you wonder once again how long they’ve been doing this. 

Soap’s body shivers above you, doing his best to hold himself up. His palms are pressing into the floor, the muscles in his stomach and chest tightening. Erratically, his hips jerk against your face, the melody of moans floating from his mouth absolute heaven to both yours and Simon’s ears. 

You’re gurgling on it, choking slightly from the amount. They’re both watching you, watching the white remnants slide down your cheeks. 

“Look at that…”

“Swallow it.” Soap’s first real demand of the night. 

There’s a strange order to this, to the interactions between the three of you. It’s unspoken, very clearly, but it’s there, hanging so heavily in the air you can practically feel it. Simon is above Johnny, and definitely above you. It’s in his nature to be like this, to be dominant. It’s obvious. And when Johnny’s with Ghost, he’s very clearly submissive. And now, with you in the mix, you find yourself falling into place quite nicely. Because what’s even more obvious than Simon’s dominance, is your submissiveness. 

You’re unable to gather the stickiness dripping down the corners of your mouth, but what you can swallow, you do. Your compliance earns you a proud grin from your captain, his hand returning to stroke your face lovingly. He’s so goddamn sweet. 

“Go rest, Johnny.” Kissing his shoulder, Simon speaks gently, urging him to relax. But before he does that, he’s letting his softening erection rest on your lips, watching you smile kindly as you stick your tongue out to lick him. 

“Caileag ghrinn…” (Lovely girl) 

Ghost had stopped his movements, wanting to witness his partner’s high. But as soon as Johnny’s gone, he’s focusing on you. The way he sees it, the way he hopes for it to be, is that you’re his new partner. You’re making their duo and trio. And he wants to welcome you fully, wants you to know how you’ll be treated when you’re with them. Simon could be rough but he could also be sweet. Above all, he just wants to take care of you, to make you happy. 

“C’mere, love.” Enthralled by you entirely, Simon moves over you. And he can’t get to you quick enough. 

In the blink of an eye, his mouth returns, one hand lifting to hold the hinge of your jaw. Now, he goes back to his previous movements, thrusting himself into your ass while his fingers continue to slide in and out of your sex. 

“Simon,” Your hands are holding his head, keeping him close to you. 

“I know,” He breathes, voice thick and gruff. “I’m here.” And his words do wonders to reassure you. 

Kissing him vigorously, you release a wanton moan at the sensation of his tongue dragging across your own. The force and pitch of Simon’s groan surprises you; he already loves the taste of Soap on your tongue. 

Watching from the side, Johnny catches his breath, witnessing the intimate act between you and Ghost. And the wonderful thing about it is he doesn’t feel jealousy; he’s happy, happy to see you collide and mesh with them. They’ve waited for this. 

“I’m, I…” You’re shaking, trembling in his hold. 

The thick bulge of Simon’s bicep curls beside your head as his hand lowers to hold the back of it. He knows you’re close, he knows that’s what you’re trying to tell him. 

“I’ve got you, love.” Leaning in, he kisses your cheek, his heated breaths washing over your skin. “Gorgeous thing…”

By now, you’re rocking your hips into him, into his hand and hips. “I, I need, mmh…” Fuck, you can’t get your words out. “I need you.”

“I know, and I’m here.” Simon grunts out in response, hips hammering into you. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, understand? You’re mine and Johnny’s now.” 

“Yes!” Your quiet wail makes him groan, shoving his face into the crook of your neck.

Unexpectedly, he bites down, feeling himself spill inside your tightest channel. And the foreign feeling urges you to crumble beneath him, to give in to the euphoria begging to burst from inside. 

Suddenly demanding your attention is the soft persistence of Johnny’s lips, his hand forcing your face to the side so you can kiss him. And Simon allows it, welcomes it, resting his forehead on the back of Soap’s head. You can barely kiss him back as your body convulses beneath the weight of them, your new partners. It shivers through your limbs, shooting into your nerves and washing waves of pleasure through your hips and sex. And Simon’s is just as powerful, the muscles he’s built over the course of years flexing to their limit. 

Staying inside for a beat, Ghost sighs, trying to gather himself. When Simon pulls out, he’s gentle and slow with it, mirroring the motions of his digits. He knew he’d lick them as soon as he could, and that’s exactly what he does. 

“Oh… I want a better taste.”

“Let her rest.” Soap coos, brushing hair away from your forehead. 

With kind efforts, Johnny pulls you into him, settling his back against the wall and urging you to straddle him. It’s easy, leaning on his body and accepting his soft kisses. He’s petting your hair, kissing you tenderly while Simon watches. 

“You know…” Ghost grumbles, shuffling to sit behind you. Pressing his chest to your back, he lowers his head with a contented sigh, lips trailing over the skin of your shoulder and neck. “I could get used to this.” 

[moraxsthrone]

~♡ title — kind

~♡ pairing — arataki itto x f!reader

~♡ wc — 1k

~♡ warnings/notes — racism/discrimination (against oni). misogyny. fluff. please let me know if i should include anything else. and omg look at all that swagger in the gif. that's how a guy walks when he has a big dick i'm js.

sunlight danced along the streets of inazuma, tiny pinpoint beams shining through the fluttering spaces of sakura blooms as you walked along the stone path, arm in arm with your boyfriend. you’d just left one of the food stands in the city after eating the matcha flavored mochi you ordered. itto had gotten the lavender melon mochi and sakura taiyaki, both of which he’d already scarfed down before ordering tri-color dango for the road. 

you strolled along, listening to him brag about his latest onikabuto victory when you suddenly grabbed his wrist, bringing his snack to your mouth to chomp off a chunk of the white dango. 

“h-heyyy! you can’t just go stealing my dango like that!” he fussed. 

you leaned into his side, laughing so hard at his reaction you had to cover your mouthful of food. 

he stopped walking and leaned over, getting right in your face. “give me that back, ya thief!” he demanded, smiling while trying to capture your lips in a kiss, but you turned your head this way and that, chewing as quickly as possible while trying to dodge his kisses and laugh all at the same time. he finally caught your jaw with his large hand and forced you to hold still long enough to get that kiss. “HA! you steal my food, i steal your kisses!” 

you swallowed the delicious treat, still giggling. “i’m just going to steal more of your food if it means i get more of your kisses.” 

“baby, you don’t have to steal from me. i’ll give ya all the kisses you want for free. besides, haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘don’t stand between an oni and his food'?’” 

“i don’t think anyone says that, itto.” 

“yeah? that’s because i just made it up,” he said, making you laugh again. “but that doesn’t make it any less true!” 

you opened your mouth to remind him that he’s always sharing his food with you anyway when a voice called out from behind you. 

“hey, pretty lady! you should leave that oni and stick with your own kind!”

you and said oni both turned your heads. knowing itto was the ‘one and oni’ oni around meant there was no one else the man could’ve been referring to. there were a few other men with him, laughing and making remarks about how lowdown and dirty oni were, clearly disgusted with the fact that a human had 'yoked' with one.

“humans have no business mixing with oni, especially the women-folk! why don’t you come over here and let me show you what a real man can do!”

you hadn’t been with itto for a year yet and had already heard more than your fair share of derogatory and disapproving remarks from other humans about your relationship with the crimson oni. most of your fellow inazumans didn’t seem to pay much mind, but there were those dark pockets of humanity - scratch that - unevolved ignorance that still believed oni and humans had no business being together, particularly in a romantic context. theirs was the very mindset that took the lives of itto’s parents two decades ago, but that’s a story for another day.

now, if itto was alone or with his crew, he wouldn’t hesitate to puff his chest out and challenge a motherfucker, but he’s with you and the two of you were supposed to be enjoying this lazy, romantic afternoon together. he'd even given his gang explicit orders not to interrupt his time with you unless it was an emergency that couldn’t wait till the next morning afternoon. 

your boyfriend's lava-hued irises burned holes through the asshole’s skull for a few seconds before he looked down at you and begrudgingly muttered, “let’s go, babe.” he went to put his arm around your shoulders and walk away, and you’re not sure who was more surprised, but you spun away from his hold and did an about face to look directly at the shit-talking douchenozzle who had just disrespected you and your beloved oni. in the past, you’d always kept walking, ignoring their hate, but…

“no, you know what? i’ve had about enough of this shit,” you sneered, drawing an invisible line in the air with your fingernail. “i’m tired of hearing cowards like you talking shit about me and my oni when our backs are turned. he may not be 100% human, but he’s twice the man you’ll ever be! wanna put that theory to the test, then step to him and say that shit to his face instead of waiting ‘til his back is turned!”

itto’s jaw dropped, his wide eyes watching in amazement as you - his sweet, graceful y/n - tore into the racist asshole in a way that made new light shine through the cracks of his heart.

“fuck you, bitch!” the hater said.

itto took a step forward, opening his mouth to defend your honor, but you beat him to the punch.

“no, thanks,” you said, putting your hand on your jutted hip. “your dick’s probably only half the size of his too!”

“y/n-” itto leaned down, mumbling out the side of his mouth. “they don’t need to know all that-”

“if you really think i shouldn’t be with him, then come take me away from him,” you dared, arms spread open. 

behind you, itto shifted his weight, squaring his shoulders and crossing his arms over his strapped chest like a king prepared to go to war with his queen. but the man didn’t move. in fact, one of the man’s friends leaned in, telling him to just cut his losses.

as expected, the man tucked tail and walked away, grumbling something under his breath about you being a traitor. rich, you thought, considering you’d just stood up for someone you love and believe in. 

you turned to your oni lover, his eyes searching yours as if seeing something new and admirable. “baby,” he said softly, “i-...”

you think he’s still trying to calm you down. “i’m not sorry, itto!”

“i know. which is exactly why i…”

it was one of the few times arataki itto had been rendered speechless, thinking to himself that now was a good time to pull out the ring he’d been carrying around in his pocket and get down on one knee.

“…wanna spend the rest of my life with ya.”

~♡ itto m.list

~♡ reblogs always appreciated !! 💋

[bratzforchris]

Streams

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Michael's innocent Twitch stream ends in him getting a reward for all his hard work (Kinktober Day 1)

Pairing — Sub and Twitch streamer!Michael x dom fem!reader

Word Count — 2.6k

Content Warnings — Smut, pegging, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, pet names/hints at pet play, dirty talk, marking, spanking, fluffy ending<3

Note — I'm so excited to share these stories with you all! They've been a long time in the making<3

DNI under 18 please :)

♡

“Fucking hell!” Michael cursed, angrily hitting the ‘return’ button on his keyboard. “This game is balls.”

You chuckled to yourself, listening to Michael’s screaming from upstairs. Having a boyfriend who was a Twitch streamer for his job resulted in some interesting sentences flying around your house. You placed your book down on the couch, wandering upstairs. You pushed open the door to his man cave/gaming room softly, poking your head in. 

“Game kicking your ass?” You giggled. 

“And now Y/N’s teasing me!” he whined, beckoning you over. 

You smirked, plopping yourself down in his lap on the gaming chair and curiously eyeing the screen. The chat was flooding with comments about you, saying hi and other sweet comments. You and Michael had streamed together a few times, but you weren’t exactly a regular guest in his streams, so seeing you was a treat. 

“Hey guys!” You said cheerfully. “Whatcha playing, Mike?” You asked him. 

“Resident Evil 6,” Michael gestured at the screen. “I can’t beat this stupid fucking level.”

“Hmmmm.” You tilted your head, toying with an idea in your mind. 

“Uh oh. That’s Y/N’s thinking face. That means trouble.” Michael joked, green eyes looking up at you, filled with lust. 

“Try again. I wanna watch.” You said innocently, leaning your head against his warm shoulder. 

Michael did as told, trying his very best to shoot down the zombies and make it through the level, but once again, he was attacked from behind without realizing. You knew how much failing levels upset Michael, especially when he was on stream. His subscribers looked up to him and he wanted to make sure they had a reason outside of his personality. 

“This game is stupid.” he groaned, leaning his head back against the headrest of the chair. 

“Awwww, c’mon you can’t give up yet, kitten.” You said, purposely shifting around on his lap and toying with the cord of his kitten-eared gaming headset. 

Michael paused, trying not to let his face convey the spark that just went through him as his dick twitched. He loved that nickname. Meant sexually or not, the name kitten turned him on. He nuzzled his face into your neck, whining softly. 

“Giving up so easily, bear?” You chuckled, running a hand through the ends of his bleach-blond hair. 

Michael whined. “She’s being mean, guys.” he mumbled, face still buried in your neck. 

The chat flooded with comments about how adorable you and Michael were together, as well as comments urging your boy to keep going. The idea that you had been playing with earlier was now at the front of your mind. You turned, your back towards the camera so you could straddle Michael, carefully maneuvering yourself so your opening was placed directly over his growing hard-on. You smirked, grabbing his chin in your hand. 

“You can’t give up just yet, kitten. It would be unfair to your subs,” You told him, running your pointer finger down his nose, an innocent look in your eye. “How about this? I’ll give you a little reward if you can beat this level on stream?” 

Michael bit his lip to keep from moaning, his dick twitching in his pants. “What kind of reward?”

By this point, the chat was going absolutely crazy and the viewing numbers were going higher and higher. People couldn’t get enough of you and Michael, especially with what was going on right now. 

wrappedaroundmikesfinger: there’s no way omg

michaels_lizard_squishmallow: god y/n’s so hot

gamergirl13: OH MY GOD GO ON

“Oh, I dunno. Something you’ll like.” You smiled sweetly, undoing his spiked belt and unbuttoning the waist of his black skinny jeans just in view of the camera. 

Mike pressed his head back against the rest of his red-and-black gaming chair, trying so damn hard not to moan. He was already at the point where he was so hard it was painful and you’d barely done anything to him. 

“O…okay.” he smiled eagerly, trying to keep his voice steady. 

You hopped up off of his lap, straightening your clothes, and going to sit on the couch. “I’ll watch!” You smiled gleefully. 

Michael shook his head and adjusted his headphones, trying to ignore his throbbing dick. “Alright guys, let’s give this another shot.” he said, flashing one of his adorable grins. 

Just as he went to hit ‘start’ on the level, a comment in the chat caught his eye. 

michaels.cat.headphones: god michael is so kinky

‘Why yes, I am.’ he thought, smirking to himself, before shaking his head and beginning the level. 

The blond paid special attention to the level this time, making sure to not only look in front of him, but behind and on the sides of him as well. He was absolutely fixated on the game, spurred on by the promise of you fucking him until he couldn’t walk. The chat was filling up with comments cheering Michael on, but he was entirely too invested in the level to notice. 

After ten minutes, ‘YOU WON’ flashed across the screen in big, red letters. Michael jumped up out of his chair, ripping his headphones off and cheering. 

“HA. GET FUCKED.” he yelled at the computer. 

“Good job, honey.” You cooed, kissing his forehead. 

You made sure the computer was still on before craning your neck to meet his ear, brushing some of his blond fringe away. 

“You’re such a good boy, Mikey. I think you deserve your reward now, hmmm?”

Michael nodded eagerly, running back over to the computer. “Thank you guys for your support! Couldn’t have done it without you…” he paused to read the latest comment that popped up.

michaels_gamer_boy: or without y/n promising to fuck you xD

Mike chuckled, blushing and smiling adorably. “No comment, chat. Thanks for watching. Stay happy, love you bye!” he said quickly, hitting the end button on the stream.

“That was quick.” You said, keeping your voice even. 

Michael sat down beside you on the couch in his gaming room. “That’s not my top priority right now.” he told you, smiling cutely. 

“That’s your job, Michael,” You tutted, walking your fingers up his jean-clad thighs. “I think that’s pretty important.” 

The boy whined, rolling over so he was basically on top of you and burying his face in between your tits. He nuzzled his nose deep inside your cleavage, trying to get impossibly closer to you. As he did so, you could feel his hardening dick brushing against your thighs. 

“You promised me a reward.” he mumbled into your chest, trying to grind into you ever so slightly. 

“I did, didn’t I?”

Michael nodded eagerly, raising his head to look into your eyes. His green eyes shown with lust, complimented by his smokey, black eyeliner that he wore on stream days. His eyes were practically screaming fuck me as he gave you the poutiest look, puffing out his plump, pink lips. 

“Go upstairs, then. I’ll be with you in a minute.” You smirked. 

Your boy jumped up and ran out of the room, giggling gleefully. To say Michael was a sexual person was an understatement. He was motivated easily by you promising to dom him later, but there was no fault in that. It was just who he was and you loved him for it. Before you went upstairs to satisfy his needs, you went to the front door and opened it up, eagerly grabbing the package off the stoop. 

You quickly cut into the brown cardboard box and took the item out, hurriedly going up the stairs two at time and into your and Michael’s bedroom. Your boy was eagerly sitting at the head of the bed, brushing his hair with a pink, My Melody hairbrush. Michael absolutely loved Sanrio and brushing his hair, which you thought was the cutest thing in the world. 

“I don’t know why you’re brushing your hair, honey,” You chuckled. “It’s just gonna get all messed up.”

Michael blushed, curiously looking at your hands hidden behind your back. “What are you hiding?” he giggled. 

“Something for you,” You sing-songed. “Strip.” You demanded, your dom voice coming out. 

Michael quickly removed his black baseball tee, but paused when he went to reach for his belt. “Need your help with my pants.” he pouted, looking up at you. 

“Well, aren’t you just a good little kitten?” You asked, going over to him. “I got you a surprise, darling.”

You plopped the kitty ears headband that you had been holding on Michael’s head, watching as he squealed. They were black and furry with velvety, pink inner ears and white fluff. In between the ears was a lacy, black bow with a pink-and-gold jingle bell. 

“I love them!” Michael giggled, throwing his arms around your neck. “Thank you!” 

“You’re welcome, honey. Good job remembering your manners. You’re such a good boy,” You cooed, reaching down to the blond’s waistline and slowly undoing his belt. “Lay back.”

Michael quickly did as told, blushing and giggling with his hands held cutely over his mouth. You straddled him on the bed, before slowly trailing your lips down from his neck to his tummy, sucking softly. Your boyfriend whimpered at the soft, sensual feeling of your lips wracking over his body, subconsciously bucking his hips up to meet your own. 

“Such a pretty boy. I can’t wait to see you cum all over your pretty, marked-up tummy.” You smirked, nuzzling against his lower abdomen. 

Michael whined and whimpered, wriggling against your grip as you held him down by his hips. “Uh huh.” 

“Awwww, you’re so eager,” You taunted him. “I don’t even have your jeans off and you’re already getting ready to cum.”

The blond moaned, thrusting his hips up into the air. You could see the large tent in his tight, black jeans already. Michael was an absolute whore for humiliation, so decided to have a little fun within your boy. Nothing got him off more than being made fun of. 

“You’re such a slut, Mikey. Gettin’ off on being bullied,” You chuckled. “You’ll just take anything you can get, won’t you?” 

Michael moaned loudly, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as his dick throbbed oh-so-painfully. “Please.”

As he did so, the bell on his headband jingled cutely, furthering his kittylike persona. Michael already looked absolutely wrecked and you hadn’t even taken his jeans off. His fringe was sweaty and stuck to his forehead and his eyeliner was already smudged. The blond was whiny and sweaty, the hickeys already developing on his tummy and chest. You slowly unbuttoned his jeans and seductively slid them down his legs, watching the way he whimpered and wriggled under your touch. 

“Oh my god, please fuck me.” he cried out, back arching. 

You smiled as you tugged off his lacy, black boyshorts with the little pink bow, leaving the boy in his slutty embarrassment. “You’re so desperate.” You giggled. 

Michael whined, reaching up for you. “Want you to rail me so bad.” he moaned. 

“Is that a challenge?”

He nodded his head eagerly, bells jingling on his headband. Just after he did so, Michael rolled over onto his back, completely ready for you to fuck him. His milky, cakelike ass was face up and you couldn’t help but to give it a smack, leaving a slight red mark. Michael cried out with pleasure, wiggling his bum closer to you. 

“Again.” he moaned. 

You smacked Michael’s ass once more before sitting back on the balls of your feet. “That’s all you get. Don’t be greedy, honey.”

Michael made a variety of sensual noises, grinding his enormously hard dick against the comforter of the bed. He was beyond horny and just needed you to fuck him until he couldn’t walk straight. You decided to give the boy what he wanted, knowing you were about to overstimulate him beyond belief. 

You moved slightly and pulled a strap-on and some lube out of your nightstand. Over the last several months of being Michael’s dom and him being your sub, you had slowly trained him to take a bigger and bigger dildo. You carefully strapped the sex toy onto yourself, humming happily at the beautiful sight in front of you. 

“Should I open you up or are you already so ready?” You asked Michael. 

“Please, just fuck me.” he breathed out. 

You lathered two of your fingers with some spit to give the boy some nice lube, before slowly inserting them into his pretty, pink hole. Mike cried out at the feeling of suddenly being full, moving his ass back and forth as your fingers pumped inside of him. The bell on his head jingled and he almost sounded kittenlike as he mewled with pleasure at the feeling of you fingerfucking him. 

“Feels so good.” he whimpered. 

“I know it does,” You smirked. “You’re so easy to make a slutty, sexual mess.”

Michael arched his back and nearly yelled in pleasure at the degradation, his cheeks burning, but he loved it all the same. 

“Already ready to cum?” You asked him. “I’m not even inside of you yet, whore.”

The blond boy whined when you retracted your fingers, eager to have your bodies touching again. You gently rubbed his back with one hand while slathering the lube onto the strap-on with the other. Without another warning, you slammed into Michael, making him cry out with the pain that he so dearly loved. 

“Oh my god,” he whined. “Fuck me faster, Y/N, please.”

You did as he asked, riding him within an inch of his life. Your skin was slapping against his, the noise echoing around the room as the scent of sex filled the air. Michael’s little headband continued to jingle with the bouncing movement, which made for a beautiful melody when combined with his pretty, girlish moans. 

“Oh god, need to cum.” he panted out, clenching his cheeks around your ‘dick’. 

“Not yet,” You told him, landing a slap to his ass. “I’m not finished.” 

The boy whined, burying his face into the pillow as a white-hot ball of sex continued to build in his tummy. Every slap of you against him made him moan and writhe. 

“Please.” he cried out, tears starting to build from the overstimulation. “Need to cum.”

“Not now, kitten,” You chuckled. “Shut up and take it like a good kitty.” You told him. 

The nickname made Michael’s dick twitch, with him practically cumming on the spot. “Oh god.”

“Feels so good.” he whimpered. 

“I know it does,” You smirked. “You’re so easy to make a slutty, sexual mess.”

Michael arched his back and nearly yelled in pleasure at the degradation, his cheeks burning, but he loved it all the same. 

“Already ready to cum?” You asked him. “I’m not even inside of you yet, whore.”

“Oh my god,” he whined. “Fuck me faster, Y/N, please.”

You did as he asked, riding him within an inch of his life. Your skin was slapping against his, the noise echoing around the room as the scent of sex filled the air. Michael’s little headband continued to jingle with the bouncing movement, which made for a beautiful melody when combined with his pretty, girlish moans. 

“Oh god, need to cum.” he panted out, clenching his cheeks around your ‘dick’. 

“Not yet,” You told him, landing a slap to his ass. “I’m not finished.” 

The boy whined, burying his face into the pillow as a white-hot ball of sex continued to build in his tummy. Every slap of you against him made him moan and writhe. 

You continued to peg him, quite literally edging the boy as he continued to sweat, moan, and cry from the feeling of not being able to release his orgasm. Michael took it like the good boy he was, though, until you decided you’d had enough fun with teasing him. You railed into the boy one last time before landing down on his ass with a thump and giving it a slight smack. 

“You can cum now, honey. Good boy.” You told him, running a hand through his hair while you were still inside of him. 

Michael did as told, finally, finally releasing that tension that had been building up for so long. He cried out as he did so, yelling profanities as he came all over his pretty, marked-up tummy. 

“Thank you.” he whimpered out with a small smile as he collapsed against the pillows, utterly exhausted. 

“You’re welcome, honey. You’re such a good boy.” You cooed, knowing how important praise was to Michael’s aftercare. 

He blushed slightly, his dick still twitching, but he was entirely too exhausted to do anything about it. The blond simply curled against the pillows, worn out from being beyond railed, not to mention edged and overstimulated. 

“Thank you.” he whispered again. 

You smiled, taking off your strap-on and placing it aside. You pulled a pack of baby wipes out of your drawer and began to wipe down Michael’s cum-covered tummy. 

“Aren’t you glad you did that stream?” You chuckled. 

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x10-The Winter Carnival Episode-Pt 4

At FND, Trix comes to visit for Richard's birthday, Emily is panicking, Richard is happy, Trix is kinda cool and renting her house to Korn (and I can now check off Millennilal Pop Culture Reference on my Episode Bingo Board) It's not terribly interesting stuff as far as I'm concerned, but at least this is the kind of stuff that I can speed through quickly without having to write much of anything.

Trix wants to spend the following evening having dinner with the fam at the Inn.

The speed at which Rory blurts out “we can skip the carnival!” is both swift and immediate. To which I say: AHEM??!! HELLO?! GIRRRL???! Jeeves, fetch me my Netflix Go-Back Device.

Rory's People Pleasing Propensities Are Potently Pathological! Trix insists that Rory go to the Winter Grift a Thon, but Lorelai still gets roped into the Double Deluxe Saturday Night Dinner with Mom, Dad, and Grandma alone. Lorelai actually puts up only minimal protest and accepts her fate, as she does on occasion. Push that trauma down, girl! Squash it good!

The fake food is once again divine looking. While Lorelai is at work, Emily calls her to warn her that Trix wants to see Lorelai’s house. Emily decides it wise to break in to Lorelai's house before Trix can arrive. Hey, a little B&E/ light burglary & stalking never hurt anyone on this show, and at least Emily warned Lorelai of her intentions ahead of time. It’s not even clear what she plans to do once the burglary is in progress. It’s not like Emily is going to clean the house if she finds it dirty.

Lorelai rushes home from work to find Emily inside her home trying to move a couch and fretting. Lorelai calms Emily down and tells her that she should learn to deal with Trix in the same manner Lorelai has learned to survive Emily (and the same way Rory survives living with Lorelai). By squashing down the pain real deep and trying to ignore it and making jokes about everything to mask the trauma. And a happy Generational Trauma Christmas to one and all! Squash squash squash! This is why I will always be #TeamSon for RorySpawn. Traumatized Gilmore Girls are tired and played out. I want to see a fucked up Gilmore Boy, damn it. Some more Francie/ newspaper crap, skip skip skip skip. Lorelai requests that Rory give her a "play by play of the carnival" but she wants her to leave out the gross details about how much making out Rory and Jess are going to do there. Oh, if only. And if only I could believe this meant Lorelai was loosening up. IF ONLY! The Gilmore Elders arrive at the Gilmore Youngers home before they head out to dinner, where Lorelai describes her home to Trix as "Too modest for Korn, but Weezer would be pretty comfortable." LOL. After inspecting each room on the lower floor, Trix finds the home acceptable, and that's that. Off to dinner they go. There are only 10 minutes left in the episode which are divided between the carnival and Gilmore Dinner. The scene at the carnival only lasts about 6 minutes total. I feel bamboozled by my own memory. These episodes never play out the way I remember them, and that's the beauty of it all, I suppose. This episode was a real nothingburger, and the next few episodes also appear to be big nothingburgers as well. A nothingburger Christmas to one and all! Good. I have three episodes to breathe before Swan Song.

There are marching band kids EVERYWHERE. Marching band kids are famously horny so you know THOSE kids are getting laid tonight (except for Lane of course. Womp womp).

We know Jess loves a good wiener, but a deep fried battered wiener on a stick? You have his attention.

Quit complaining. What else have you go to do tonight anyway? Can't even relax at home and whack it in peace.

Oh no! It's a double CockBlock at 8 O'clock! Watch out!

OMG. I feel SO bad for Jess. This kid cannot catch a break, at all, ever. My poor, defeated little skrunkelot! LET MY BOY LIVE!

Soooo hot. How is he not the bell of the ball at Stars Hollow High? Girls should be swarming him at this carnival. There can't possibly be someone better looking than Jess who goes to that dump. Maybe they heard the rumors about what happened to Shane. Sexy murderers aren't quite in vogue yet. Here are two fun and flirty fashion observations: Under the coat in the first scene:

Under the coat in the current scene:

Trying to find a place to whack off in peace. After Clara invites Rory to join her and Dean at the carnival, that unpredictable little skronkleford, Jess Mariano, decides he's going now, because he loves the drama.

This look he shoots Dean and the emphasis on the word "right?" had me shaking in my panties. Rory is unphased.

And Dean's doing the Thin Lip thing, so you know he mad.

Stop treating this precious creature so badly, Rory. Stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion and the only thing that matters, Milo saying "Uh Dollur"

[seokgyuu]

→ genre: smut, college au, crack  → pairing: Mingyu x Afab!Fem!Reader, Wonwoo x Afab!Fem!Reader, Jihoon x Afab!Fem!Reader 

→ synopsis: you have never been a person who turns down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kind of wish you were.

→ warnings: blowjobs, dirty talk, usage of the word slut, kind of posessiveness??, cunnilingus, penetrative sex

→  word count: 8.1k (a long one with three (!!) smut scenes!!)

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A/N: omg hi, I am SO SORRY it took me... I don’t even want to say it. WAY too long to upload this. To be honest, I had this halfway finished for months now and then I had two papers to write and work and I wasn’t doing well health wise so it just took way longer than I anticipated. But I am happy you are still here reading (or at least I hope so!). A lot of you are wondering about the plot itself, asking who y/n is gonna end up with and I must be honest with you, at this point I have no ending fully planned out, but some ideas, hehe. First and foremost the smut is of course at the centre and in this chapter you get three whole scenes, even with a “fan” favorite, lmao. I hope you enjoy and the next one doesn’t take ma 6 months... haha. Bye!

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Maybe still having sex with Mingyu wasn’t exactly the best idea. Not because it wasn’t good but because it had reached a point of some kind of commitment. Sleeping with one person regularly meant that you had to keep them informed that you were sleeping with other people too. And this now translated into you telling Mingyu that you had slept with two other people in one week.

He was waiting for you at his door, smiling widely like a puppy when you reached him, instantly placing his hand on your waist and pulling you closer to him once you were close enough. His lips landed on yours and the door fell shut behind you two, letting him press you against it, his thigh slipping between your legs – and you already forgot what you had come here for.

 In the afterglow of mind-blowing sex, your head laid on Mingyu’s chest as he had his arm wrapped around you, sweat glistening on his forehead. He had started fucking you against the door and then carried you to the bedroom, leaving you two a mess in between the sheets. But now, that you had gotten down from your high the initial thought came back to you. Chewing on your bottom lip, you slowly sat up, making Mingyu look over at you, a smile on his pretty lips.

“Everything okay?” he asked, and you nodded not wanting to scare him. After all this wasn’t exclusive. You literally only met up to fuck and that was it. Yes, okay, maybe sometimes you stayed for dinner, or you watched a movie, at least when you were at your place since Mingyu had a roommate that you weren’t too keen on running into – but other than that it was totally just sex.

“Yeah, of course. I just, uh, I need to talk to you about something”, off to a good start. Mingyu now sat up too, a worried wrinkle showing up on his forehead. He didn’t say anything, though, and so you cleared your throat and just continued.

“We both know we’re just having sex, but I think having sex regularly comes with certain responsibilities. I would want to know if you were sleeping with other people and that is why I, uh, well, I am sleeping with other people beside you and I just thought you might want to know.”

Okay, that had not gone as smoothly as you had wished, but it got the message across. Mingyu’s wrinkles intensified into a frown and for a second you were worried he was going to be mad, but then his face relaxed and he nodded.

“Thank you for letting me know. I am currently not sleeping with anyone else, mostly because I am pretty busy with work and deadlines. I do appreciate you telling me, really,” he finally said, placing his hand on your cheek, slowly caressing it. You smiled at him, relief washing over you.

“I’m glad. I was a little scared to tell you, actually.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I thought that maybe you…,”

Mingyu chuckled, his hand on your cheek moving down to your neck and then further down until he reached you thigh.

“That I would be jealous?” he finished your sentence, his hand moving up higher until it fully cupped your still naked core, making you gasp.

“I- I mean-,” you began, but Mingyu shook his head, moving his body so that he was now on top of you, hand still on your sex as he kissed your neck and jaw, his hand now moving so two fingers could easily slip inside of you, leaving you whimpering.

“Don’t you worry, baby. I know no one is gonna fuck you as good as I do”, he said as he mercilessly began to fuck you with his fingers, making you moan loudly, your head thrown back into the pillow underneath you. His lips now wandered down further to your breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking harshly.

“And I know that you know, too,” he whispered against your breast, before sitting up, reaching for the package of condoms he had ripped open before, now rolling on another. He grabbed your legs and shoved them apart, fingers had left your pussy vacant, yearning for more, squirming underneath him as you watched how he placed his big cock in front of your pussy, licking his lips before he sank in, causing you to moan again, hands desperately holding onto the bedsheets.

“Yeah, I see how much you like my cock, princess, I’m not scared anyone else will fill you up this good,” he began moving, his hands still holding up your legs as he thrusted his hips at rapid speed, making you roll your eyes back, your hips trying to match his pace.

Mingyu was panting, looking down at how his cock kept sliding in and out of you, biting his lip as he tried to fuck you even harder, putting your legs over his shoulders now, giving him an even better angle. He was making your head spin in the most amazing way, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he drilled into you, turning you into a moaning mess, your eyes rolling back repeatedly before finally you just squeezed them shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you let your hands lay above your head, Mingyu chuckling as he watched the way you enjoyed him completely destroying you. Your back arched and you let your head tip back into the pillows as Mingyu let his hands wander do your hips, fingers digging into your skin so harshly you were sure he was going to leave marks.

“Fuck, your pussy just takes me so fucking well, bet it doesn’t take anyone else’s cock that well, baby,” he growled almost, and you felt your head spin again, your eyes fluttering open, moaning at the sight of him staring down at you, his hair already glued to his forehead with sweat, his defined torso and shoulders looking so god damn perfect in the light of his room.

“Y-yeah, n-no one fucks me like you,” you somehow breathed out and a part of you knew it was a lie, while another was (at least in this moment) sure you were telling nothing but the truth. Mingyu moaned at your words then, picking up the pace from god knows where, his cock now so deep inside you felt like you were gonna burst any second, soon feeling his thumb on top of your clit, an almost scream rippling through your body. Mingyu threw his own head back now as he chased both your orgasms and then, finally he felt it and so did you. His cock kept on twitching, your pussy pulsating around him, clenching over and over – and that was when it rushed over you, when your head was almost buried into the mattress, your hips chasing his to the best of your abilities, mind shattering orgasm now in every nerve of your body, a loud and high pitched moan escaping you as he finally emptied into the condom as well, his eyes rolled back, saying your name over and over again.

After, you were back on his chest, head still spinning from your third climax of the day. Mingyu was grinning proudly at the ceiling, heartbeat still at double speed. He had shown you just how good he was, just how great your chemistry worked. It did hurt his pride that you were looking for other people to satisfy you, but he also knew it wasn’t his right to actually be mad.

“I’ll go use the bathroom”, you said after a while, kissing his cheek as you got up, grabbing his shirt from the floor and putting it on, before walking out of the door and to the bathroom across the hallway from Mingyu’s room. Once you had finished your business, you walked out, the door falling shut behind you, when you heard a startled sound.

“Y/N?” a voice said, and you looked at the person who had spoken – only for your eyes to grow bigger.

“Joshua?”

He really was standing there. Slightly sweaty, as if he had just come from the gym also in fitting clothes. His face looking as if his brain was still trying to connect the dots. Honestly, it wasn’t really hard to guess.

“Wait, you’re the girl Mingyu’s been hooking up with?” he asked, visibly irritated. Just great. You slowly nodded, trying to wrap your head around that Joshua did not only know Jun (and perhaps Minghao and Wonwoo) but also Mingyu. He lived with Mingyu. What the fuck was going on?

“Yeah, that… would be me,” you finally answered, tugging a strand of hair behind you ear, watching as the information reached Josh’s brain and he finally nodded, the irritation making space for an impressed grin.

“Well, I guess I can only congratulate you on your great taste in sex partners, y/n. Now, I need to go in there,” he pointed at the door behind you, and you quickly nodded, taking a step to the side as you watched him walking in, giving you one last wink before he closed the door.

 You were back at your own place about an hour later, the newly found information still fresh in your mind. Joshua was Mingyu’s roommate. Did Mingyu know that you and Joshua hooked up once? But then again, Joshua had turned out to be a dick, so… he probably had mentioned fucking someone but not whom. Or at least that’s what you hoped.

Falling down onto your couch, you nibbled on your lower lip, trying to sort your thoughts and all of the facts you knew about the boys you had slept with already. You looked to the side, spotting your staff ID for the university’s festival in two days. With all the drama of today, you had completely forgotten about this, a grin finding place on your lips as you grabbed it. Jiwoo had somehow managed the two of you working backstage with the fashion department (even though neither of you was in the fashion department). There would be a small fashion show and you two had been kind enough to agree to help out with make-up since two people had fallen sick on short notice.

Yes, your love life was complicated as it is and perhaps Jiwoo wouldn’t even be mad at you for giving up at this point. But then again that was it, the giving up part. You hated to give up, it just wasn’t in your nature. And why should you? Just because some of them coincidentally knew each other? It wasn’t your responsibility and what had been done had been done, it wasn’t like you could go and change it now.

So, no. You weren’t gonna give up. And if what you had in mind would play out, you were sure that Lee Jihoon wasn’t suddenly gonna know any of the guys you had hooked up with. He was famous, he didn’t even attend your university. How would he know any of them? As if on cue, your phone chimed with the notification that Woozi (Jihoon’s stage name) had posted on Instagram, the grin growing wider when you saw it was a picture of him in the study. He had also posted something in his story and you went on to open it, your mouth dropping slightly. The picture showed him in the gym, muscle tee on and shorts, all of it perfectly displaying his buff physique. His hair was wet if from sweat or the water bottle standing next to him, you weren’t sure, but you still licked your lips, wondering what it would feel like to touch them, to let your fingers run through them as you kissed him. Without really thinking about it, you pressed down on the bottom of the story, writing a message to him.

You: next time you need a gym partner, lmk ;)

You typed, even though you weren’t a gym rat per se. But then again, he didn’t need to know that. And why would he even answer, it wasn’t like he was gonna see the message any-

woo_zi: haha sure will

woo_zi: you go to snu?

Oh. Oh! You quickly sat up, staring at your screen. He had answered! Like right away. What the- clearing your throat, you shook your head, eyes still scanning the screen.

You: yeah I do

You: you’ll be at the festival tomorrow right?

woo_zi: yup

woo_zi: you too?

You: yeah I’ll be working backstage actually

You: maybe I’ll have the luck of running into you

woo_zi: if ur down we could hang before or after my performance

Your head felt dizzy. You hadn’t even done much and yet… he was so willing to meet you. Maybe it was your aura or the last few posts in which you just looked really good. Either way, you gladly welcomed it.

You: oh I am definitely down for hanging out just tell me when and where

woo_zi: cool I’ll message you the deets tomorrow

 When tomorrow came you and Jihoon had not stopped texting actually. You had switched from insta to kakao pretty soon, chatting the whole rest of the day and only stopped when Jihoon had to go to the studio. But even after that he messaged you again, and it became clear pretty soon that you both thought the other was hot. It was a bit embarrassing, how easy it had been for him to find out if you were dtf, but then again that had only been in your head. He had not once made you feel like you were acting stupid.

“Okay, so, this is what we’re working with,” the girl in front of you who had introduced herself as Soyeon was pointing at the different typed of make-up on the table next to you and Jiwoo, speaking loudly over the music that was blasting through the room, “the models will get in any second, the make-up looks are here, if you feel like something is too difficult… just try it anyways, yeah? Most people won’t be able to tell from afar and the pictures won’t go out unless I give them a go, alright?” You and Jiwoo shared a look but finally nodded, Soyeon giving the two of you a thumbs up.

“Great. If you have any questions ask the other girls around you, I’ll be at the front,” and with that she vanished, leaving the two of you alone for the time being.

“Well, that should be easy enough,” Jiwoo said, hands propped up on her hips, “at least they numbered them, so we don’t get too confused,” she nodded at the different pictured taped to the mirrors, all showing off different make-up looks you were supposed to put on the models. You nodded, nibbling on your bottom lip. You were wearing a black shirt and black jeans, hoping you could change later before you went to meet Jihoon. He had sent a really, really, really hot picture of him earlier, nothing but a towel around his waist in his still full of steam bathroom, captioning it with “wish I could fuck you against this mirror right now” and it had actually caught you off guard enough for you to actually blush and wonder if maybe you had turned into a bit of a sex addict, judging by how much this didn’t bother and instead excited you.

“We’ll be fine,” you said now, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear, your ears perking up when you heard commotion coming from the entrance behind you. About two handful of models now walked into the room accompanied by the other make-up artist you knew was friends with Jiwoo. She greeted you and you were just about to raise your hand to greet back when you almost stumbled over your chair.

“What the-“, you heard Jiwoo say and yeah you felt the same way, ready to just run away and hide because why the fuck was Mingyu walking in with none other than god damn Jun and Wonwoo?! Once again you wondered how on earth you could be this unlucky, how it was possible that out of all the places anyone could be it was right here right now.

“Alright, boys over there, girls to me, common!” the make-up artist now sent the boys you war (because of course she did), your heart racing when you saw the three men look at you at almost the same time, all of their eyebrows raising.

“Y/N?” they all said in unison and you could almost feel Jiwoo chuckle behind you, your jaw tightening as you watched them now look at each other before their eyes found you again.

“Hi there,” you finally croaked out, hand pulling through your hair, “fancy seeing you here.”

The three nodded, Mingyu the first one to come closer, sitting down on the chair you had earlier almost stumbled over. He was barefaced, his hair a pretty mess on top of his head and you bit your lip, knowing full well how it felt to claw your fingers into it as he was between your legs or on top of you. Quickly, you cleared your throat and smiled weakly, grabbing the moisturizer from the table.

“Do you have any product on your face right now?” you asked, your eyes finding his right then. He grinned slightly.

“Just washed it and put some toner on, like Lia told us to,” he explained, and you nodded again, noticing Jun sitting down with Jiwoo while Wonwoo stood behind Mingyu a little lost.

“Right, okay. I’ll get started then.”

You put the look designated for Mingyu on him perfectly, you yourself impressed as well as Jiwoo.

“Damn, maybe you picked the wrong major,” she grinned as she gave you a thumbs up and you chuckled, before looking down at Mingyu again who looked even prettier than usual with the soft gold around his eyes, the blush on his cheeks and nose, the small dark gemstones decorating his eyes. He smiled up at you, his hair now brushed out of his face, falling down in soft waves.

“God, you’re so pretty,” you said, sighing, before patting his head carefully, Mingyu chuckling before getting up.

“So are you, baby,” he whispered into your ear then and you felt a shiver running over your back before your eyes flew to Wonwoo, relieved when you saw that he was currently on his phone.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were doing this?” you then asked Mingyu watching how he looked at himself in the mirror, obviously satisfied.

“It was short notice, one of the male models had an emergency and Wonwoo hyung asked me if I had time,” he grinned then and you felt your cheeks heat up when his eyes met yours, “I would introduce you, but I’ve heard you’ve met quite a while back?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, nor did he seem angry or annoyed, no, he seemed amused. You now followed his movement, saw how he leaned forward a bit, so that only you were able to hear what he said.

“Hyung seems to really like you, baby. I couldn’t get myself to tell him I’ve been fucking you for weeks now,” he said and you felt your eyes widen, staring at him when he leaned back, winking at you.

“I-,” you began but he raised his hand, putting his index finger over his lips, before turning around to look at Wonwoo.

“Hyung, your turn,” you heard him say and then Wonwoo was suddenly seated right there in front of you, looking up at you with his hair pushed out of his face by a hairband and his specs discarded on the table. Shit, why was he so good looking? You bit down on your lip before grabbing the moisturizer again.

“So, you also washed your face and put toner on?” you then asked and Wonwoo nodded, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Yup,” he replied and you began applying the cream on his face, feeling your fingertips burn where you touched him. It really was something about him, the way he looked at you, the way he made you all wobbly in the knees. You tried to concentrate, tried not to notice how his eyes were lingering on your face, how hot you suddenly felt. This really wasn’t how you had predicted this event to go, in fact you hadn’t even thought about any of the guys you’ve hooked up with possibly showing up at this festival. But of course, whatever sick destiny was out there had made other plans for you. And so, you were here now, applying face cream on a man you had fucked twice, who apparently told everyone and their mothers that he liked you, completely oblivious to the fact that you were fucking half of them (minus their mothers). It was comedic in a way, ridiculous even, and it all made so much sense to you. You had taken on this challenge and now you had to face the consequences.

“Y/N…,” Wonwoo said after a while, when you had already started applying a bit of concealer underneath his eyes, stopping in your movement when you heard his voice. You let your eyes wander to his, saw the way he was looking at you and you felt your whole body reacting. His eyes looked exactly like they had back in the library, and you suddenly felt hot all over your own eyes widening before looking around, seeing that Lia had taken in the fourth male model you didn’t know. Apparently, she was a fucking machine because while you had only finished Mingyu and weren’t even halfway done with Wonwoo, she had finished two of the four girls already. The instructions had been clear, you and Jiwoo weren’t too touch the girls because their make-up was a bit more complicated and so, when you looked back down at Wonwoo, you thought that maybe, just maybe, it would be okay if you just…

“Wonwoo-yah, let me, shit, let me finish your make-up, alright?” you said, voice hoarse and Wonwoo nodded, his eyes still so full of fire it made your stomach turn in the best way possible.

The second you had declared Wonwoo as done, he stood up, towering over you now, his nostrils flaring as he wrapped his hand around your wrist. Hoping everyone was too busy with their own stuff, you followed him outside, your head full of cotton, wondering how this was gonna go.

And the second the door fell into its lock behind you, the second you were in the vacant hallway, you felt yourself get slammed against the wall, the air leaving your lungs the same second as his lips were on yours. For a good five second you kissed him back, hands on his shoulders, until you realised that you had just spent a good half an hour to put make-up on his face. Quickly, you used all your strength to turn you and him around, Wonwoo now being pushed against the wall, his eyes wide when you looked up at him.

“Not gonna ruin your make up,” you breathed out before dropping down and on your knees, seeing right what you had expected to. He was hard in his chinos, the bulge oh so visible.

“Y/N,” Wonwoo breathed out, eyes about to fall down as he stared down at you, while you were busy opening his pants, tongue darting over your lips.

“Wanted to suck you off ever since I saw you the first time, Wonwoo-yah. Think this might be the perfect timing,” you said lowly and Wonwoo swallowed hard, cock twitching desperately when your hand pressed against it, his head tipping back. Without wasting any more time, you pulled his pants and briefs down, cock springing right into your face, tongue out to meet his tip, the taste already spreading on your muscle.

“You’re so horny for me, Wonwoo-yah,” you breathed against his naked cock and Wonwoo nodded rapidly, eyes squeezed shut as his head was thrown back, his teeth sunken into his lower lip. You chuckled then, before finally taking the base of his cock into your hand, tongue now gliding over his tip again, teasing his slit, causing him to suck in a breath. You felt too good on him like that, much better than in his imagination. The way your hand began slowly jerking him off while you kept on licking at his tip, almost as if it was some kind of lollipop… it drove him insane. You moved on to wrap your lips around his head after a bit of teasing, sucking him into your mouth, his hips bucking in reflex, burying a bit more of him inside your mouth. You let your eyes fly up, seeing that he was looking at you too, and you grinned around his cock guiding it to your cheek then, beginning to bop your head in the rhythm of your hand his breath getting stuck in his throat.

“F-fuck,” he moaned, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his tip continuously hitting your cheek. He then let his one hand fly to the back of your head, fingers digging into your scalp as you quickened your pace, knowing full well you didn’t have much time. You bobbed your head a few more times before letting go off his cock, licking a bit of precum from your lips.

“Want you to fuck my throat, use me to get off, alright?” you said, eyes big looking up at him and you could see his dick twitch at your words, his head once again in a rapid nod as he watched you drop your mouth open.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed before bringing his other hand down to your head too, his cock slipping into your mouth easily, as he pushed your head forward, first slow, wanting to let you adjust, but the more you took of him the greedier he got. His balls were tightening already, his head spinning like crazy and so he finally pushed all the way in, feeling you swallow around him as your nose was buried in his abdomen. He did his first thrust and you choked, thinking that maybe letting him fuck your throat in a hallway with an echo hadn’t been your best idea, but thankfully there was still loud music playing in the room you had been in earlier and so you hoped no one would notice.

“Sh-shit, so tight,” Wonwoo moaned as he continued, his pace getting picked up, his cock sliding in and out of your throat perfectly, your eyes squeezed shut as you simply enjoyed the way he felt down your throat, pressing your tongue against his cock whenever you could, swallowing him down deeper and causing him to groan. He was close already, having been so hard from the beginning and with every thrust down your perfect throat, he felt himself nearing his climax.

“G-gonna cum, b-baby, f-fuck,” he stuttered out only seconds before he pushed you harder against his abdomen, feeling yourself gag once more, your hands now desperately holding onto his thighs, feeling his hot cum spurting down your throat just seconds later. He moaned your name loudly, riding out his orgasm, soon letting his limpening cock drop from your lips, breathing hard. You looked up at him wiping over your mouth with the back of your hand, watching his dishevelled state with proud eyes. Then, you got up with your hands on his pants and briefs tugging them up with you, helping him to get dressed again.

“We should get back inside,” you then said, and Wonwoo nodded, his eyes still a bit glassy.

“We should maybe also talk… after this is over?” he said when you had already turned away, feeling his grip around your wrist again. You looked over your shoulder, feeling a pang of guilt in your stomach.

“Wonwoo-yah…,” you began, but he shook his head, pulling you into him again, his free hand now on your cheek.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too, y/n. This… this pull. Every time I see you, I want to grab you and take you somewhere, I want to kiss you, I want to hold you. I want to be with you, fuck, I want to be with you in every way I can,” his words made your knees weak and your eyes wide because, damn, why did they hit you right where you didn’t think they could? You swallowed and then slowly shook your head.

“We need to get back inside, I- I can’t do this right now,” you mumbled, but before you could even move again, Wonwoo had pressed his lips against yours, your head going a million miles an hour.

This kiss felt different from all the ones before. He was soft and desperate at the same time, he told a whole story with this kiss, made you feel like you were in a different dimension, in a different time and place, somewhere where no bet was happening, where you weren’t sleeping with half of his friend group. He kissed you like you were precious, like with just one wrong move he could break you. It made you feel too many things at once when you just wanted to feel nothing. And so, you pushed him off, your face in a grimace you couldn’t even explain, and he couldn’t understand. Still, you didn’t want to give him any more room to talk and so you finally turned around and ran back to where you had come from.

 Thankfully, the fashion show went by without any problems, you just very aware of the eyes burning into your neck from time to time whenever Wonwoo came back from stage, changing into his next outfit. You tried your best to ignore him, to just take sips from your water whenever you felt the heat coming back, the heat that reminded you that he did have some kind of power over you that until now you had tried so hard to ignore, that you had succeeded to ignore. It had been easy enough as you hadn’t seen him around much (if you…exclude the library incident) and you were thankfully occupied with enough other stuff (other men) but now there was no denying it anymore. Wonwoo had some sort of special effect on you. Something like an invisible string that connected you and it did two things to you: one, it made you extremely anxious and two, it made you want to run away and never turn back. This was not the time for you to develop feelings, especially not for someone who’s friends you had fucked. Were still fucking. At least one of them.

“You okay?” you suddenly heard a voice next to you and you spun around, seeing Jun with a raised brow and a water bottle in his hand. You blinked at him.

“Why aren’t you on stage?” you asked, and Jun chuckled.

“We just did our last walk. Guess your head is somewhere else?” he proceeded to ruffle your hair and you shook your head, his hand dropping down. But he had been right, the stage was empty, the models were walking around getting dressed in their own clothes again. Wonwoo seemed to have left or at least he wasn’t close because his eyes weren’t boring into you. Quickly, you cleared your throat, eyes tearing from the stage back to Jun.

“Don’t you have anyone else to bother?” you mumbled, about to walk away, when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist. Apparently today everyone thought they could just do that with you.

“Y/N. What’s wrong, hm? Does it make you nervous that Mingyu, Wonwoo and I are at the same place?” now it was his eyes that were searing into yours and you bit your lip, before you let out a sigh.

“No. Well, maybe. I don’t know, Jun. I guess I’m still a little overwhelmed by the fact that you guys know each other,” it wasn’t a lie entirely, but it also wasn’t the whole truth. And since Jun apparently knew everything about you and Wonwoo anyways, you were pretty sure he would find out about the blowjob in the hallway sooner rather than later.

He nodded now, clicking his tongue.

“Well, coincidences can be crazy, y/n. And in this case, it’s really fucking crazy.”

It was then that he let his eyes wander to a point behind you, your head turning again, now finding Wonwoo standing on the other side of the room, talking to Mingyu as they both had already changed their clothes and were now holding a glass each. Neither of them had noticed you yet.

“How long does Mingyu know?” you suddenly asked, looking back at Jun, “that I slept with Wonwoo, I mean.”

Jun raised his brows.

“A few days? Mingyu doesn’t hang out with us as much as he used to, too busy with his like three jobs and deadlines. So, until like a few days ago I didn’t even know you and him are having sex.” You bit down on your lip and nodded, thinking back to two days ago when you had left Mingyu’s apartment. Had he known then already? God, this was so frustrating. And confusing. You were just about to say something again, when suddenly you felt your pocket vibrate, taking your phone out and checking, only to see that Jihoon had texted you. Fuck, with all of this happening you had completely forgotten about him.

Jihoon: Just arrived at the main stage

Jihoon: it’s fucking packed

Jihoon: are you here somewhere?

 Somehow you succeeded in leaving the fashion show behind, Jiwoo following you closely through the crowd of people outside. She was just as overwhelmed by the situation as you, her only words once you had told her everything that had happened in the last few hours being “oh fucking hell”, which you couldn’t even be mad about. This really felt like hell. Hell mixed with good sex, but still. Now, you held Jiwoo’s hand as you finally reached the entrance to the backstage area for the main stage, holding up your staff badges when a bulky guy asked you to, before walking inside. There was a lot going on, but it was definitely not as hectic as it had been at the side stage you had worked at before. The area was wider with at least three dressing rooms behind it in something like containers, Jihoon’s name placed on one of them. Your heart began to beat rapidly then, suddenly feeling like everything else didn’t matter. Yes, the whole thing was tricky and horrible and whatever was going on with Wonwoo and you would need further discussions with yourself and maybe even him. But right now, you would have to attend to person number 6, who you knew was down to fuck. It would be quick and hopefully good and then you could either enjoy the rest of the festival or leave, go home and cuddle up in your bed, trying to just forget all your insane worries for a while.

“I’ll go to the stage; I think the first act will play in a bit. See you later?” Jiwoo squeezed your hand and you looked at her, nodding with your lips pressed into a smile. She then pulled you into a hug, her hands patting you on your back.

“Go get him, tigress. And don’t think about anything else, alright? Have fun. Be you. It’s all gonna be alright, yeah?” the words should have probably made you feel a bit more at ease and perhaps they did, if just for a moment. When you two parted again, she gave you another reassuring smile and you returned it – if maybe not as enthusiastic as her. Then, you watched her walk towards the stage, your teeth sinking into you bottom lip as you heaved a breath and turned around, gathering all the confidence within you to finally step up to Jihoon’s door and knock on it.

It took around ten seconds until the door was pulled open and Lee Jihoon stood in front of you in all his stage outfit glory with perfect make-up and a low fitting muscle shirt and tight leather pants that almost made you foam at the mouth.

“There you are,” he smiled as he took a step to the side, knowing glint in his eyes. He definitely knew that you were affected by his looks. His hair was styled up, showing his handsome face in all his glory and you would have probably stared at him for the rest of the night, if only there weren’t other plans you two had made.

Once you stepped into the dressing room, you were surprised by how spacy it was, a couch standing on the right side and a table to the left adorned by three chairs. There was also a big mirror with a vanity opposite the door, big lightbulbs around it. You turned around to face him, the door behind him closed, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room, and you wondered if he had turned it down knowing you were on the way since this wasn’t exactly the perfect lighting for applying make-up.

“When do you go up on stage?” you heard yourself ask as you watched Jihoon come closer.

“Half an hour,” he responded then, coming to a halt when there were only mere centimetres between you. His hands found purchase on your hips, your heart skipping a beat and the heat between your legs suddenly so warm again. You licked your lips and nodded, eyes set on his, hands now carefully placed on his forearms, the lean muscle underneath your fingers feeling incredible.

“That’s… a good amount of time,” you just mumbled and before you knew it, his lips were crashing against yours, his arm wrapping around your waist fully now, while your nails dug into his skin. He kissed you with heat and impatience and it was perfect in its own way. Jihoon was definitely a good kisser, his lips soft and his tongue finding yours right away, leading the kiss, turning it even more passionate. You didn’t notice at first, but suddenly you felt your thighs being pressed against the table, his hands now wandering further down, picking you up with ease. Now, you were sat on the table, your eyes opening when he moved from your lips to your neck, kissing it harshly. Your fingers found his hair, tugging on it as a moan slipped out of your mouth just when he began sucking on your jugular, head tipping back in pleasure. Your other hand was now supporting you as you leaned back, watching as he kissed his way down, hands soon getting rid of your shirt, lips latching onto your boobs, your sensitive skin between his teeth soon enough, your eyes rolling back as you tried your hardest to stay quiet – even though it was so loud outside no one would probably hear you. With your arousal rising every second, you continued to watch Jihoon, how he now kneeled down in front of the table, his hands behind your knees, pulling you forward, before opening your jeans and slipping them down your legs with your help.

“Ever since we first started texting, I really wanted to taste you,” he murmured against your thigh, kisses being placed all over your skin. You shivered, clenching around nothing as you nodded, eyes glassy. Jihoon then proceeded to spread your legs wider, nimble fingers shoving your panties to the side, audibly sucking in air.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me already,” he whispered and leaned forward, lips meeting your core and you gasped, hands now both digging into his hair. Yes, you definitely were horny for him, no question, but you were sure that some of that wetness he felt was still from your… encounter with Wonwoo earlier. Not that you would tell him that.

Instead, you focused on the feeling of Jihoon’s tongue dancing through your lips, of his fingers coating themselves in your juices as he finally pushed one in, making you arch your back and a deep moan escape you. He flicked his tongue against your bud, finger moving inside of you slowly, before the pace wasn’t enough for either of you anymore. He quickened the movement of his fingers at the same time as he sucked your clit into his mouth, a breathy moan now erupting you as your nails dug deeper into his scalp. He managed to touch you right where you needed him to, succeeded in making you crave more and more, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter with each flick against you, with each thrust of his finger. And once he added a second one, his lips letting go of your clit, instead flattening his tongue and licking up and down your folds, finally pressing it against your bud – you felt like you were going to see stars any second. You clenched around his fingers repeatedly, your hips moving against his face, practically riding his tongue and fingers at this point, and Jihoon let his eyes wander up to you, watching your face as you were chasing your high. His cock was straining against his tight pants and he knew his stylist would hate him for taking off the pants she had so carefully put on him earlier, but he didn’t give a fuck. He couldn’t wait to free himself of them and fuck you into the table, to make you scream his name as you came on his cock. He gave his all now, scissoring his fingers inside you before curling them, hitting your sweet spot right on.

“F-fuck, Jihoon-ah!” you gasped now, hips moving harder against him and with two more hard thrust, you came, came hard and perfect, your whole body shivering as you couldn’t keep the moans down, your eyes squeezed shut tightly.

Jihoon let you ride out your orgasm, before sliding down your panties completely and standing up, his hands on your cheeks, tilting your head up to kiss you, your hands now wandering from his head to his shirt, letting your fingers glide over his skin, over his abs and chest, before they dipped down again and you took it off with his help. Your hands were all over him then, nails digging into his back as your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands now wandering down, opening your bra and letting it fall of your body, his hands devouring your tits, making you arch into his touch.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed against your lips, before kissing you again, all tongue and teeth, his thumb and index twirling your nipple, making you squirm. Quickly, you went on to open his pants, Jihoon helping you shove them down enough for his briefs to be revealed, for you to get your hand in them and around his hard, aching cock.

“So hard for me,” you whispered, and Jihoon nodded rapidly, before kissing your neck, tongue lapping at your skin. Goosebumps engulfed you now and you bit your lip, beginning to jerk him off inside his underwear, before deciding you needed him out of it, shoving his briefs down to his pants, his dick and balls now set free. Coating your palm with his pre, you continued to jerk him off and Jihoon moaned against your neck, the sound making your bones shake and your core throb.

“Need you so bad,” you finally sighed, and Jihoon pressed another kiss onto your shoulder, before he nodded again, standing up straight before looking at the chair to your right, seeing a bag on it. He quickly grabbed it, fishing out a condom. After replacing your hand with his, he opened the condom and continued to roll it on, your eyes never leaving his cock. Letting your hands rest on his shoulders now, you leaned forward, kissing his cheek down to his jaw and neck, breathing out heavily when he pushed into you slowly. With every more of him buried inside of you, his hand on your waist dug deeper, his breath getting more and more heavy.

“Shit,” his voice was deep and almost like a groan when he bottomed out, his eyes meeting yours. For a second you stayed like this, both of your faces flushed, your pupils blown out, your chests heaving. But then he moved, his first thrust deep and wide and your head fell back as you whimpered, nails back to clawing into him. Jihoon set a fast pace then, fast and hard and you heard the table squeak underneath you with every one of his thrusts. His hands were on your waists, lips back to sucking on your skin, neck and shoulders, down to your cleavage. Your legs were tightly around him, hands now on his nape as you let the noises come out of you freely. With every single one of your clenches, Jihoon’s cock twitched, his own climax not far now. His pace quickened then, when your lips found each other again, your tongues desperately beginning to dance, your hands not staying on one place but moving up and down, you on his back, him on your front, fondling your boobs and finally wrapping one hand around your throat, leaving you breathless. Your eyes fluttered open, his dark gaze making you shiver again.

“Such a good slut,” he then said, and you swallowed hard, mouth dropping open. Fuck, his voice was so low, and his eyes seemed to bore into yours, seemed to tell you without words that you needed to continue looking at him if you didn’t want him to punish you. Jihoon licked over his lips, eyes continuing to scan yours, hips still moving rapidly, groans not able to stay inside. With every thrust, and every second that passed looking at each other, your climax came more and more into sight, Jihoon not doing any better. He finally moved to kiss you again, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back, arching your back when you felt his thumb press down onto your clit, when you felt him circle it with perfect pressure.

“A-am so close,” you moaned against him then and Jihoon nodded, free hand pushing your hair out of your face as he kissed you, biting down on your bottom lip before sucking on your tongue, your head spinning with the need to cum, with the need to feel him even deeper.

Losing all sense of control, Jihoon fucked into you had impeccable speed now, his own grunts becoming heavier, making you clench around him almost without break – his cock twitching dangerously as his balls tightened and finally, with one more deep thrust, he came, spilling his load into the condom, a deep growl leaving him, head buried into the crook of your neck, hips continuing to fuck himself through his orgasm, pulling you over the edge to, your legs twitching as you came on his cock, loud, high pitched moans now filling the room as your world was spinning around you, black dots in front of your vision.

Together, you came down from your highs, breath only slowly going back to normal. You let your legs drop from his waist, feeling him press another kiss to your shoulder, before he took a step back, his dick slipping from your core. You watched how he took of the condom and tied it, throwing it into the bin by the vanity. You jumped from the table now, legs still a bit shaky, and grabbed your jeans and panties from the floor, putting them back on. Jihoon had put his briefs back into place and you watched with amusement as he tried to get the tight pants completely up his legs again. After clasping your bra back on, you walked over to him, chuckling as you helped him, the two of you finally succeeding to close the pants.

“Thanks,” Jihoon grinned, looking at you for a moment.

“No problem,” you responded as you returned his look, a smile on your lips.

“Are you gonna watch the show?” he then continued, walking back to the table where he picked up his shirt and also handed you yours. Thanking him you nodded, slipping back into the shirt.

“Of course. My best friend is somewhere out there, I’ll watch it with her.” Jihoon nodded, clicking his tongue.

And that’s when you knew that this was it. You had done what you had come here for and now it was over. Right now, you couldn’t even put into words how thankful you were.

“Awesome. Then, have fun watching,” he gave you another kiss on the cheek, nothing too major and you nodded, wishing him good luck and to break a leg, before finally stepping out of the dressing room, feeling less heavy than before.

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oh my god borrowing Gareth's clothes AT SCHOOL and vehemently denying that you're dating to the rest of the Hellfire boys!!!

omg this is so cute 😍 especially because i know how easily flustered Gareth would get when he sees you in his shirt 🤭 and i hope you don’t mind i changed it up just a little bit :p it just made it a little easier for me to write 😅 and i apologize for this taking so long 🖤 i liked this ask so much i decided to make this a two part fic 🫣 hopefully the second part will be up within the week

Why Not?!

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

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Words- 1.7k

“Dammit!”

You groaned and set down your now half empty can of soda onto the lunchroom table, quickly grabbing the new napkins that were left near you to try and wipe off the sticky liquid that was now covering your entire front.

“Shit, sorry (y/n),” Grant said, getting up and running over to grab you a few more napkins, though it was no use, your light shirt was now stained and sticky and there was no fixing it without having to wash it, “i didn’t mean to have you spill it, that’s totally my bad.”

“It’s fine.” You said with a frustrated sigh.

Accidents happened, you knew Grant would never intentionally mean to have you spill your drink all over yourself, but it was still irritating that you still had the rest of the school day to get through with a dirty sticky mess of a shirt.

You looked up to the rest of the guys at the table,

“Does anyone have an extra shirt or a jacket or anything? I really don’t want to have to wear this for the rest of the day, it’s already soaked and i don’t want to wait until it’s sticky too…”

“I don’t think i do.” Jeff said with a shrug.

“I mean i have my gym uniform but i doubt you’d want to put that shirt on,” Eddie said as he took a bite of his sandwich, “it hasn’t been washed since my first senior year.”

“I’ve got something!” Gareth said as he picked up his pack pack, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a wrinkled up shirt that was no doubt lost at the bottom of his bag for god knows how long, “Here, you can change into this.” He handed you the shirt and you opened it as you held it up, seeing the sharpie drawn logo of their band on the front.

“When did you make this? And why was it in your backpack?” You asked him with a giggle.

“I made it a few months back during study hall but i hated how it looked so i just changed into my gym shirt and kept that one in my bag. I guess i just forgot about it.”

“Well i’m glad you kept it, i’ll be right back.” You got up from the lunch table and quickly ran into the bathroom out in the hall to change into the extra shirt that Gareth thankfully had on him.

Jeff looked at Gareth and nudged his arm,

“Wasn’t that the shirt you told me you were making for (y/n)? I thought you gave it to her already?”

Gareth set his bag back down onto the floor and shrugged,

“I wanted to give it to her, i just never found the right time… Besides, i technically did just give it to her.”

“Yeah but when were you planning on giving it to her in the first place?” Eddie asked him with a laugh, “If it’s been in your bag for that long you must’ve been wanting to give it to her soon.”

“Well… Not necessarily. I’ve had lots of chances to give it to her, i just wanted to wait until the right time but now she has it so it’s fine.”

“What do you mean you’ve had lots of chances?”

The boys looked at him confused, unsure as to what he had meant.

Any time you were with Gareth it was in a group setting, it was rare that the two of you got a moment alone but that’s just how it was for you and the rest of the guys too. Unless you had been secretly seeing each other behind their backs, they weren’t sure if that’s what he was implying.

Gareth shrugged again and looked down at his lunch tray, picking at it with the plastic fork in his hand,

“I don’t know, all those times we were around each other it’s just been in my bag but i just forgot every time. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“No, it is that big of a deal.” Jeff cut in once more, “If it’s something as little as a shirt why would you have waited so long to give it to her?”

“It’s not!” Gareth laughed, “I just kept forgetting about it alright? I mean, how much stuff is still hanging around in you guys’ bags from months ago? I doubt i’m the only one with useless junk in their backpack.”

“But that’s not useless junk man. You told me the morning you brought it with that you worked on it for hours to make sure the logo wasn’t messed up for (y/n). Not to mention how excited you were to finally have someone wear our merch, and yet she’s getting it now?”

“You’re thinking way too deep into this man,” Gareth laughed again, “I just forgot to give it to her. Simple as that.”

“I don’t believe you.” Eddie said, squinting his eyes at Gareth to look for any signs that he could be lying.

“What’s there to lie about?!”

“I don’t know… But i feel like you’re lying about something. You’re sure there’s nothing going on between you guys?”

“Yes!” Gareth insisted, “I swear to god, there is nothing going on between me and (y/n)! And even if there was, you guys would be the first to know anyways.”

Eddie looked over near the cafeteria doors and saw you finally walk back in from the bathroom, the stained shirt in your hand and the wrinkled up shirt now covering you up.

“Fine, we can just ask (y/n) then.”

You smiled at Gareth as you sat back down at the table, trying to brush out the wrinkles left on the shirt,

“Thanks Gare, i really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no prob-“

“(y/n) are you dating Gareth?” Eddie cut Gareth off quickly and all you could do was stare at him in shock.

“I was gone for five minutes, what the fuck could you have possible been talking about that gave you that idea?”

Eddie shrugged and looked to Gareth like he was somehow the one who started the whole conversation.

“It’s because of the shirt i gave you,” Gareth looked over to you, “i made it for you a couple weeks back and just forgot to give it to you.”

“Oh.” You said surprised and looked down at their band logo on the shirt, “I mean it’s cute! Thanks, i didn’t know you made it for me.”

You said to him with a smile and you could see a bit of pink on his cheeks as he smiled back.

“You never answered my question.” Eddie cut in once again.

“What question?”

“Are. You. Dating?”

“No!” You said laughing, “I don’t know why all of a sudden this matters, all he did was give me a shirt!”

“Well…” Eddie said back to you, but he wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to say back, looking over the rest of the guys at the table but they made sure to keep out of the conversation, “Why not?!”

You giggled at his sudden outburst,

“What?”

“Why aren’t you dating him? He’s great!”

All you could do with giggle at Eddie’s reaction, not sure why all of a sudden something like this mattered so much to him.

“I don’t know why this is so important to you. You seem to be the only person that cares this much about it.”

“Because…” Eddie crossed his arms and stuttered for a few moments just waiting to think of another response for you, “i mean the guy made you a shirt, you should at least be nice enough to take him on a date or something.”

“Oh! Well in that case i’m sure you took Grant out on a date when he got you that jacket didn’t you?”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, him and Grant staring at one another before he turned his gave back to you,

“…Yes. Yes, i did.”

“You’re such a liar!” You said laughing.

“Well even if i am, i think you should still go out with him.”

“Will it get you off my ass if i do?”

“Maybe.”

“Fine.” You turned your attention to Gareth, “Gare, what’re you doing on saturday?”

He looked at you and felt the blood rush to his cheeks again,

“This saturday?”

You nodded and smiled, seeing he was getting a bit flustered.

“Nothing.”

“Not anymore. You’re taking me me to the drive in, there’s a new movie coming out this weekend and i want to see it.”

Gareth was surprised at your sudden sternness, but he didn’t mind being told what to do. Having you be so strict made his heart race, and though he always did everything you asked just like the other boys, it was different when it came to this. He was taking you out because you told him to. And he couldn’t wait.

“Yeah, ok. Saturday. Drive in.”

The ring of the bell out in the halls suddenly interrupted your conversation and you stood up from your seat at the lunch table, grabbing your bag off of the floor and shoving your dirtied shirt into it,

“You idiots can continue your stupid conversation by yourselves, i have a test to take.” You slung your bag over your shoulder and walked around the table to Gareth, “You’re picking me up at 7, ok?”

Gareth nodded, a still expression on his face to try and hold back the blush he knew was coming and you smiled seeing how all of a sudden he was listening to every little thing you were saying.

“Good! I’ll make sure to look pretty.”

You leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before making your way out of the cafeteria and all Gareth could do was sit there in shock.

All his life you’ve been his best friend, someone he felt comfortable around and someone he could trust and just act like himself and now he had to keep himself from blushing and getting flustered around you. Something as small as giving you a shirt had made him realize that maybe he liked you more than he thought he did.

The boys looked at Gareth as he sat there, bright red, silent. Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Gareths eyes to get him out of whatever trance he was stuck in,

“I think she broke him.”

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61. The Island of Bad Dreams

LOOK AT IT

PLUSH AUREOLIN EXISTS

I NEED TO HAVE HER

Budsies finished her and sent me this picture and I'm so excited omg I'm screaming

I hope to see her in person soon <3

FINALLY here is Président Amaranth! He was originally meant to be a horrible, obnoxious idiot and then I accidentally designed him too cute and everyone loves him!!! He part-times as a drag queen and loves everyone

Just realized I colored his left sclera wrong but whatever I'll fix it when he's digitized

SILLI RAT

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

But when he closed his eye…

It could almost feel like nothing changed at all

And when he closed his eye

It could almost feel like he’d been there before

Because he has! It’s Death Irratino Island. A crunched victim lies, but it is NOT Goat Lord. Just some idiot.

MIDNIGHT: Logico. Hi. SLATE: Logico…

There’s a new person! ‘PRESIDENT AMARANTH’! 

AMARANTH: [snotty noises] FRENCH! [snotty noises]

A silhouette also looks at Lodge from afar. It’s Mr. Shadow… it’s FOLLOWING him!!

mr. shadow's theme

LOGICO: The last time I had a follower I fell in LOVE. And I NEVER WANT THAT TO HAPPEN AGAIN!!

Shadow stands there, and it almost looks… smug about it, even though it has no face.

LOGICO: THE FIGURE IS SASSING ME! MIDNIGHT: Don’t you have something you need to be doing. LOGICO: Yes…

So Logico searches, in the dead of night once more, on this horrible island. The Island of Bad Dreams. There is even a crystal skull on the ground - the SAME crystal skull that he had. The same one. The tears are soon to follow.

Shadow is watching Logi from the lighthouse, but the light turns on and is very jarring. Shadow squints and blocks its eyes. It wants to go now.

Poor Slatu. She is in the woods, making little noises over and over. Logi wants to give her a hug, even if she did it. 

MIDNIGHT: Logico. LOGICO: What. MIDNIGHT: Is it time to go back to the movies now. LOGICO: You idiot. You planned this whole thing just to save face, didn’t you? Just so there’d be DRAMA? You killed Irratino… MIDNIGHT: It’s really not very professional to accuse me of something with zero evidence

Damn, can’t argue with that. Logico hears Amaranth singing loud and clear.

AMARANTH: Ai ai ai, ai ai ai! Time to rob a gra-ay-ave!

Really? And he’s dancing in the ruined church. And he’s holding a broom. And the body is right there. For god’s sake, he did it!! But no, Logico is still daydreaming and stumbles about, and it takes him a good fifteen minutes to see the blatantly obvious answer standing in front of him. 

AMARANTH: Fine! An ancient sacred sceptre is buried on this island along with my namesake, the great French president Amaranth! I was going to recover the sceptre and use it to cement my leadership! Now look what you’ve done! You’ve destabilized Europe! MIDNIGHT: Maybe next time, don’t be so obvious. SLATE: I will save you and me, President Mauve.

Lodge couldn't care less. He stumbles to the shore where he stood and watched Irratino’s last heartbeat. His crying becomes inescapable. His precious, innocent, perfect goat man, his life taken. He faceplants into the gravel and sobs hysterically, when he suddenly feels a comforting hand on his shoulder.

It’s Shadow! It’s come to protect Logico. Does he really want that?? Logico stumbles backwards into the loose tide. Why is he so afraid of this thing, and not the countless serial killers everywhere??

LOGICO: NO NO NO, I AM NOT HAVING ANOTHER FOLLOWER, GO! 

He pushes the being away, and its GLASSES FALL OFF. Logico gasps like there’s no air left to breathe. For like 10 seconds, he’s making direct eye contact with the seemingly furious, motionless beast. But all it does is put its shades back on quickly with a gleam. Logico gasps but QUIETLY. Shadow stares at him, EVERYTHING blowing in the wind.

SHADOW: Shh.

It runs away into the darkness again, its cape madly flying.

The end!

Fucking new DeviantArt auto-generated tags.

President Amaranth is not 'the cowboy from Bambi'

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!