Summary: Reader and Dean are…you guessed it…hexed. Is it a sexual curse or something more?
Word Count: 2111
Warnings: Lots of language, lots of smut (rough-ish smut)
As always, feedback is appreciated. Tags are at the bottom.
There is a time and place for everything, this is neither the time nor the place. Not for Dean to be looking at me like that, no sir. Had I always hoped he’d fix those ethereal green eyes on me that way? My mama didn’t raise a liar, so I’m not going to lie to you. Yeah, I want that man to fix those eyes on me just like that. Wanted him to for a long time now. There’s a lot of things I want from Dean Winchester. That man is a walking wet dream, sex on bow-legs.
Things is, he’s not supposed to be looking at me like that. Sure as hell not right this very minute. It’s not part of the plan. We’re working a fucking case for god’s sake. I’m not talking about research or footwork, interviewing and investigating. We are legitimately standing in this room right the fuck now and a motherfucking witch was just here with us. There is a blade in my hand and a gun in his. We had a job to do, one goddamn job.
Now that bitch of a witch is gone. Poof, vanished, adios amigos, just fucking gone. She mumbled some shifty spell work and now Dean fucking Winchester is looking like he wants to screw my brains out.
I’m looking right back at him and I got the same look in my eye.
I don’t know what that piece of shit did to us, but my breasts are heavy, achy. My nipples are straining against the fabric of my bra and if somebody doesn’t touch them right this very instant and relieve that pressure, I’m going to scream. Or come. I don’t know which.
There’s a burning in between my thighs, I’m squeezing them together hoping to ease some of the pressure but it’s only making it worse. Times infinity. My skin is all heat and fire, I’m consumed by need and lust.
Dean is a mirror, his eyes reflect back at me the same fever I’m feeling. I can see his cock - Jesus fucking Christ - swelling and straining against those blue denim jeans. In three short steps his crossed the room, a strangled sound leaving his lips before his lips press to mine. Our weapons clatter to the ground making one hell of a racket, but I give no fucks.
Incognito;how would BTS react if their s/o fainted during a heated argument bc she got too worked up? thanks xx ; reposted
*credit to gif owners*
“You asshole!” Seokjin’s eyes widened when your eyes fluttered shut and you slowly fell to the ground. He ran to you, shaking you and calling your name in hopes that you’d wake up. He felt like his world stopped, like everything froze and he was all alone and once you woke up, you were greatly confused but you pushed yourself away from him, and he immediately felt remorseful. “Don’t freaking touch me.”
Yoongi was tired of yelling at you, so he flipped you off and began to walk away to avoid digging a deeper grave. “Fuck you!” He heard you scream at him but once he heard a thud on the ground and not the door slamming—his heart stopped. He turned and ran to your fallen form, tears brimming his eyes as he tried to wake you up.
“I’m an idiot,” he whispered and when your eyes fluttered open after a few long seconds, he embraced you tightly. “I’m sorry.”
Hoseok felt horrible when you collapsed during your heated argument. He wished he could beat himself up and go back in time, listening to what you were saying, wishing more than anything he could have stopped being so selfish. He stared at your sleeping form on the bed, too scared to sleep from what had happened; thinking you’d suddenly stop breathing and quickly be ripped away from his grasp. He knew for a fact that he didn’t want to experience that ever again.
You were fuming, your fists clenched at your sides and he couldn’t help but find you cute. He softly chuckled and you got even angrier, raising your tone and shreiking at him until your voice began to grow softer and softer before you fell limp against his chest with a soft thud. Even though you had already woken up and he began to apologize profusely, he was too scared to be close to you
— only watching you from afar to make sure nothing bad happened to you again.
“I hate you!” It kept repeating in his head, something you had screamed before you had lost consciousness. Hugging his knees to his chest as he watched you sleep soundly in your shared bed, he was absolutely petrified and was disappointed in himself for having the argument go to such lengths. The way he had gotten jealous over something stupid, saying something to you he’d surely regret as your words repreated within his mind like a mantra. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
A lone tear would fall down his cheek before he whispers, “I don’t deserve you.”
It didn’t register in his mind when you fell, but on instinct he ran and caught you before you collided to the ground as his heart began to bang desperately against his chest. “Fuck,” he’d mutter to himself while trying to wake you up, but when you wouldn’t come to he would burst into tears. “Baby, please, wake up..” He felt stupid as he held you tightly in his arms, he knew how weak your body was and now that you fainted, he knew he wanted to protect you for the rest of his life. “Please,” he sniffled, “I need you.”
Jungkook ➳He was terrified when angry expression softened, eyes fluttering shut as he immediately caught you in his arms and called an ambulance. His heart was beating erratically and he choked a sob, assuming he had killed you during your fiery exchange but once you woke up; he would give you multiple mini kisses all over your face as they rolled you onto a gurney, saying “I’m never arguing with you again, from now on..you’re always right.”
Could you write an imagine where the reader is Bruce’s S/O and is constantly trying to get Damian’s approval but he refuses to let her in and then one night he overhears her talking to Bruce about how much it upsets her?
Bruce Wayne x Reader
You didn’t think you were a bad person. You were a well liked person, one of the many reasons Bruce loved you. He was infatuated with your personality, you always managed to bring a smile to his face. A relationship had blossomed between the two of you, it was perfect. But there was one big obstacle that had popped in the way recently , well not that big, actually it was very small, Damian Wayne.
He did not like you at all. You understood that you weren’t his mother, even though he wasn’t a big fan of his biological mother either. Damian was not comfortable with his father being in a relationship, even if you two had been together long before he had walked into the picture.
The rest of the boys adored you, especially Tim, you had a soft spot for him. Another reason why Damian wasn’t warming up to you. Jason always came to you to talk about his problems, you were like his mother, scratch that you were his mother just not biologically. Dick loved to annoy you but he acted like a baby when you were around, always searching for your attention.
But Damian, he did everything in his power to ignore you. You had tried talking to him about his interests, taking him out, playing video games with him, and you even went to all his award ceremonies at school since Bruce rarely went. You had tried desperately for him to like you, for him to accept you.
It had been putting you down lately, you wanted to make Damian a part of your family. You wanted him to like you and be comfortable around you. It didn’t take long for Bruce to notice your depressing behavior.
“What’s wrong?” You rolled over to face Bruce, “What do you mean?” Bruce pushed a few strands of your hair back, his eyes softening at your sad expression.
“I know you better than you know yourself, something’s bothering you.” You knew better than to lie to him, he would see through the lie in a second. He was a detective after all.
“Damian doesn’t like me.”
Outside the bedroom door a little someone halted their movements as they heard their name. Damian curiously put his ear to the door, wanting to know why his name was involved in a conversation.
“He doesn’t like you?” Bruce urged you to go on, “I’ve been trying to get him to warm up to me since he’s got here, but every time
I try to get closer to him he pushes me away. He can’t even stand to be in the same room as me.” You explained sadly, your eyes reddened at how hurt you felt.
Bruce began to console you but Damian, he felt horrible. No matter how much he wanted to hate you he couldn’t, you were too much of an amazing person for him to dislike you. You had tried countless times to get to know him and it secretly had warmed his heart that someone cared so much, the someone had so much interest in him. But he had been selfish and rude, he had instead lashed at you and ignored your attempts.
Damian was mad at himself for not giving you a chance, you had welcomed him into your household. The kid who was your husband’s son but nothing of yours. You didn’t know he even existed until that point, but instead of judging and hating him you tended to all his needs.
Damian knew he had to make it up to you, he could here your choked sobs from outside the door. He walked towards Tim’s room, something he would never do unless it was an emergency.
He knocked on the wooden door, “What?” Tim opened the door with a curious expression.
“I need your assistance, I’ve made a big mistake.”
hi there :-) i love your writing sm so i was wondering if you could write a tom holland imagine based off of the song “give me love” by ed sheeran where the reader breaks up with tom bc of his hectic acting schedule but they both aren’t taking the breakup very well (however THERES A HAPPY ENDING?? HOPEFULLY???) but that’s just an idea; it’s totally up to you to put your own spin on it or go in a different direction !! thank you SOSO much🤗💛
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Description: Tom had been traveling a lot lately, so much to the point you rarely saw him at all, sure you’d call and text occasionally, but that wasn’t enough, you supported his acting career 100%, but you couldn’t take it anymore.
Warnings: Kinda sad, slight mention of alcohol, but then happiness :)
Word Count: 2,661
A/N: This actually turned out a lot better than I thought it was going to tbh, so I hope you enjoy it :)) Also, this gif has nothing to do with the imagine, I just thought it was a cute gif of Tom, oops.
It had been two months since you last seen Tom, he was off filming for Spider-Man Homecoming, which you totally understood, it took dedication and time, but so did your relationship with him.
Normally when he went off and filmed movies you two were okay, you didn’t normally have issues and you’d still see him and talk almost everyday, but this time it was different.
Tom just disappeared, you’d get an occasional text here and there, sometimes a phone call, but that was it.
You were left in the dark, just like a fan was.
It’s not that you didn’t love his fans, you did with all your heart, they were half the reason you were still sane, since they seemed to have more knowledge about Tom than you did yourself, and you were the one dating him.
You spent those long two months trying to decide on what to do, on what you thought was right and necessary, or more so healthy.
You knew deep down this relationship with Tom was fading, it was becoming stressful and making you more and more upset as the days went by.
‘Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone,
Pain splattered teardrops on my shirt.
Every morning you’d wake up, in hope of a good morning text, literally anything to show that maybe, just maybe he remembered you, but there was never anything.
This crushed your heart, everyday.
Until one day you had enough, you didn’t want to do this, but it was for the best, it was the right decision, it was the smart decision, this relationship wasn’t healthy for you anymore.
You started packing your belongings from Tom’s apartment, tears streaming down your face as you packed up boxes of your belongings.
You dreaded leaving his clothes behind that you always wore, but you knew if you took them you’d never let him go, and you needed to, it was for the best you would tell yourself.
You took one last look around his apartment, the one you had been living in for the past year, all the memories you two had created there were slowly being erased.
You let out a choked sob as you picked up the few boxes you had, before closing and locking the apartment door, and off to your new tiny little apartment your parents had gotten you a while back.
It was a few hours away from Tom’s which was good in a small sense, but at the same time your mind was moving at warp speed, unable to process you were moving back into your old apartment.
You arrived at nightfall, pulling your belongings out of your car before entering your tiny living space, you always had the feeling of comfort and safety in your apartment.
Maybe tonight I’ll call ya,
Maybe I should let you go.
You set your boxes on the counter of your kitchen, pulling out your phone, shakily dialing in Tom’s number.
You pressed the phone to your ear hesitantly, hearing it ring a few times before someone picked up.
“Hello?” A voice rung through your apartment, making your knees go weak.
“Hey Tom..” You murmured into the phone, biting your lip nervously, a bad habit you had gotten.
“Oh, hey Y/N! What’s up?” He questioned casually, as if he had no clue in the world how distant he had been with you these past few months.
“I-I uhm..” You stuttered, your heart beating rapidly, as you nervously swallowed, which Tom could hear through the phone.
“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Tom questioned worriedly, making you blink back tears that were daring to fall down your cheeks.
“No.. Tom.. Things aren’t okay.. They haven’t been for a while..” You spoke, voice barely above a whisper, but Tom heard you clear as day, his heart starting to beat quicker.
“Y-Y/N, you’re starting to scare me, what’s going on?” He stammered, he was now sitting down at a table on set.
“Tom..” You started, wiping your hand across your cheeks, tears continuing to fall down them.
“Do you realize how long it’s been since we’ve talked?” You asked, sitting down on a stool in your kitchen, waiting for his answer.
Tom sat there for a minute, puzzled at your question, until he started to realize how he’d been acting, as if you didn’t even exist.
“Y/N, o-oh my god, I’m s-so sorry.” Tom apologized, his eyes wide as he started to put pieces together.
“Tom, just stop, please?” You whimpered out, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Y/N, p-please don’t do this..” Tom whispered, his voice cracking, he couldn’t bare lose you.
“Tom, this isn’t healthy, I can’t keep living like this..” You whispered, sniffling, your heart hurting the more you spoke.
“I can change, I can fix things, I-I promise..” Tom pleaded, tears starting to brim his eyes.
“Listen, I love you, but.. I-I can’t do this anymore.. I think.. W-We should b-break u-up..” You stuttered, your heart breaking into a million pieces as you spoke the most awful words.
“N-No, Y/N, p-please! N-No! I-I can’t l-lose you.” Tom cried out, tears now falling down his cheeks, but he didn’t even care anymore if anyone saw him.
“I-I’m so sorry..” You whispered, choking back sobs, as you heard Tom letting out his own.
“Y/N, d-don’t do this, p-please..” He continued to plead, only making it worse for the both of you.
“It’s for the best, I love you, goodbye Tom.” You whispered, hanging up before you could hear anymore of his plea’s.
You slowly slid down the stool, leaning back against your counter, letting out strangled sobs, your heart broken into small tiny fragments.
Tom on the other hand was staring at his phone, unable to process what had just happened.
His hands were shaking, tears were streaming down his red cheeks, his hair was a mess from running and tugging on it too many times.
“Hey Tom, we’re ready to shoot the next scene and, -oh, good lord what happened? Are you okay?” The producer asked, seeing Tom’s state wasn’t exactly stable at the current moment.
Tom just stared ahead of him, unable to produce words, all he could think about was you, and how he had let you down, made you feel like you were forgotten, not important to him, when you actually meant the entire world to him.
You were the reason he woke up every morning, the reason he was happy all the time, the reason he was as successful as he was, you were his light, but now you were gone, and now everything was dark.
“Tom, hey man, what’s going on?“ Jacob rushed over, after the producer told him how worried they were about his mental state.
"Buddy, it’s me, talk to me.” Jacob pleaded, looking over Tom and internally cringing at how much of a disaster he looked.
“Y-Y/n, she b-broke up with m-me.” Tom stammered out, looking up at his friend, who had a look of shock on his face.
“Dude, I’m so sorry. What happened?” Jacob asked carefully, not wanting Tom to have a emotional breakdown even worse.
“I became distant, without even realizing it, and it broke her.” Tom wiped his face, looking at the table sadly.
“You can win her back buddy, I know it.” Jacob tried to convince him, anything to make him lighten up just the tiniest bit.
“I really blew it Jacob, you should of heard her, she sounded so broken, and a-alone and it’s all m-my fault! I made the only person I loved leave me all because I was too much of an idiot.” Tom spoke furiously, hitting the table, startling Jacob.
“Alright, you know what lets just take a break today, you can chill and do what you need to, and we can figure this all out.” Jacob suggested, as Tom nodded slightly, before Jacob went to the producer, who agreed it was a good idea.
Two days passed and you were a total mess, you refused to leave your apartment, your friends tried calling and texting you, but you just ignored them, wanting to be alone.
You just laid in your bed, the curtains closed, a candle lit on your kitchen counter, making your apartment smell like crisp fall air.
‘Cause lately I’ve been craving more,
And it’s been a while, but I still feel the same,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow.
Without Tom you didn’t know what to do with your life, he was such a huge part of you and now he was missing, a chunk of you was missing and you were lost.
You tried drinking, to numb the pain, but nothing worked, it just made you even more miserable than before.
You needed him.
And he needed you.
The producer had allowed Tom and Jacob to return back home for a few days to figure things out, once he got to his apartment he had expected you to still be there, but once he entered he noticed that none of your belongings were there anymore, and the shirts you once wore were folded on his bed.
In that moment he felt his heart drop, you really had left.
“Dude, where could she be?” Jacob questioned, as they set their belongings in his apartment.
“She returned back to her old one, she used to live there until she moved in with me.” Tom replied, grabbing his keys as they both headed out the door again.
They drove the few hours to your apartment, Tom was a nervous wreck, he wasn’t sure how you’d react to seeing him after all this time.
“Okay buddy, you got this, I’ll wait in the car.” Jacob gave a small smile, along with a thumbs up as Tom got out and walked up to your apartment door, hesitantly knocking.
When you didn’t answer he got nervous, but he saw your car parked in the driveway so he knew you were home.
This made him worry, he quickly fidgeted to find the spare key you had given him, he swiftly unlocked the door, noticing the darkness of the apartment, and the intense smell of alcohol and a fall scented candle.
“Y/N? Y/N where are you?” Tom shouted, before seeing you laying in your bed, staring blankly into space.
“Shit, Y/N.” Tom rushed over, pulling you into his arms tightly, kissing your head.
“T-Tom?” You mumbled out, blinking rapidly before realizing he wasn’t a figment of your imagination, that you weren’t actually hallucinating him.
“Yes, it’s me.” He whispered, now holding your face in his hands gently.
“It’s really you.” You whispered, tears slipping down your face, you couldn’t believe he came to see you.
“It’s really me babe, I’m so so sorry, for everything.” Tom whispered, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb.
“I missed you.” You whimpered, moving your face more into his hand, while placing your hands on his.
“I missed you too darling, I promise that’ll never happen again.” He kissed your forehead, causing you to close your eyes.
“Please, give me another chance.” He pleaded, making you lock eyes with him, before a small smile appeared on your lips as you gave a slight nod.
Tom’s eyes lit up, his heart racing before his lips met yours, the kiss passionate and full of pent up emotions.
“I love you so much, even when you’re an asshole sometimes.” You laughed slightly, your forehead pressed against his.
“I love you too darling, and I know I can be, but that’s why I have someone like you to keep me in place.” He chuckled, kissing your nose before wrapping his arms around you once again.
You both laid there for a bit, catching up, laughing, smiling, kissing, more talking, more kissing.
You knew you always loved this apartment of yours, because no matter what you always felt safe, and now you realized one of those reasons was because of Tom, he made you feel safe, he made you feel at home, because he was your home.
And always would be, no matter what.
You smiled at Tom who was watching you in amusement, before his phone started ringing.
“Hello?” Tom answered, before a smile formed on his face and laughter escaped his lips.
“Yes Jacob, you can come up now.” Tom laughed, making your eyes widen and laugh along with him.
“You didn’t tell me Jacob was here! Jacob I’m coming!” You shouted, sprinting off the bed and running down the hallway.
“But babe, what about me!” Tom shouted after you, a playful grin on his face as he watched you sprint down the hallway.
“Are you kidding? Jacob all the way!” You teased, a playful smile on your face as you tackled Jacob in a hug, making him loose his balance.
Tony Stark thought that Jarvis was…gone. Vision was here, and Tony really did like his…creation. (He couldn’t call him a kid yet) But Jarvis…he had been special. He was up to date on snark, news articles, and almost always picked up on what Tony really wanted. (Friday, she was really, really trying. It was adorable. But he didn’t want five or six rompers. Come on.)
And then. He finds them. All the saved recordings that he had thought were funny, or that Jarvis had found pertinent.
The voice was so familiar and soothing, nothing like Vision’s. Tony froze.
“Sir, I would not recommend adding green bell pepper to your smoothie.”
“Jarvis, you can’t even taste smoothies,” past-Tony said. He was obviously tired, and maybe hallucinating.
“By your standards of taste, I’m quite glad,” Jarvis answers, amused. Tony lets out a small, choked sob.
“I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad that I have someone.”
“As am I, Sir.” And there it is. The goddamned pinnacle of it all. His soft affection, the professional tone that Jarvis had always used and continued to use.
Tony sobs. Because he’s never getting Jarvis back, and he definitely can’t recreate him. He leans against the kitchen island, tears running down as he tries to stop them. His nose runs as he wipes it on his sleeve. If the world would see him now? Oh, they’d have a field day. But he doesn’t particularly care because he’s alone–all alone–and Jarvis isn’t there. For once, when Tony is having a breakdown, when he’s in over his head, Jarvis isn’t there.
Could you do some Phil deepthroating Dan for the first time and Dan starts crying because he's afraid he's choking with Phil coming down his throat because of how much Dan's hiccuping? Honestly, I'd give my life for this shit.
“Pleaseee?” Dan whined, pouting and rocking where he sat cross legged on Phil’s bed.
“Dan, I don’t think that’s-”
Dan interrupted him by pouncing on him, pinning him and pushing him backwards on the bed. “Do you not want me or something…?”
Phil could feel his face flush, but he rolled his eyes at his hyper boyfriend.
“I do, Dan, of course I do but I-”
“Then what’s the problem!” Dan trailed his fingers down Phil’s stomach, placing a messy kiss on his jaw. “Don’t you want my mouth on your cock?” He asked, softly.
Phil sucked in a sharp breath. “Baby-” he choked. “I do, I really really do, but I… I tend to get a bit… excited.”
Dan smirked, playing with Phil’s button teasingly, straddling his hips.
“Well good, that’s the point.”
Phil took a shaky breath, allowing Dan to unbutton his jeans and begin to push them down his hips, revealing the clear tent in his boxers from all this. Dan grinned wickedly.
Dan had been trying to get this from Phil for ages, and now that they were finally alone together, in Phil’s room, he was gonna pin him down. No escaping this time.
Dan was a giant cockslut, and Phil’s dick was… fuck.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Phil whined breathily, playing with Dan’s hair as he slid down Phil’s stomach.
“You won’t.” Dan frowned. “How would you hurt me?”
Phil swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and bit his lip. “I told you, I get a bit excited…”
Dan crawled back up the bed, pressing his nose to Phil’s. “Choke me,” he whispered. “Fuck my throat, don’t care. Wanna get you off.”
Phil let a shuddery gasp fall from his lips, and he nodded, no words coming to mind.
“Tap my hip twice if you want to stop,” he finally muttered, and now Dan nodded.
He went back down, brushing his hands down Phil’s stomach and making him shiver. Dan’s lip quivered with anticipation.
He slowly rubbed at the head of the bulge in Phil’s boxers, looking up to watch his reaction. He didn’t regret it when Phil groaned, a soft, strangled noise, gripping Dan’s hair tightly.
Dan grinned, dipping down to kiss his tip; mouthing him slowly and teasingly.
Light huffs of frustration and arousal were leaving Phil’s mouth in bursts, and he squirmed under Dan’s touch. It felt nice to have him be the one like this; it was usually Dan whimpering at the slightest touch from the older.
“Dan,” Phil whined, tugging at his hair, and Dan nodded.
He tugged at the waistband of the older boy’s boxers, pulling them off over his erection. As soon as they were past his knees, Dan went to work. He took Phil’s head into his mouth, swirling his tongue and flicking over the tip like he had practiced so many times for this exact moment.
Phil moaned loudly, throwing his head back, shifting his legs.
Dan couldn’t help himself anymore; he sunk down on his cock, his mouth enveloping Phil’s shaft and taking it to the hilt. He only lasted a few seconds before he was pulling back, sputtering and gasping for breath.
Phil gasped sharply, tugging on Dan’s hair and pulling him back down, desperate for more. Dan obliged, swallowing around his cock and licking everywhere he could reach.
“Fuck, Dan,” Phil cursed, his voice strained and broken, and Dan’s dick twitched in his jeans. He moaned around Phil, and Phil instinctively bucked his hips.
Dan choked, a muffled gagging noise humming against Phil’s cock as it hit the back of his throat. He could feel his face going red, but fuck this was hot, and Phil was clearly enjoying it.
Dan blinked up at him, rutting slightly against the bed, watching Phil grip the sheets beneath him.
Dan pulled off with a pop, his eyes glinting.
“Fuck my mouth.”
Before Phil could respond Dan flipped them, so Phil was hovering over his face, and Dan sucked on his tip.
Phil groaned, his thighs shaking, but he hesitated. “Dan, I’ll hurt you.”
“I don’t care,” Dan breathed, trying to pull Phil’s hips down. “I’ll be fine. I’ll stop you if I need it. Two taps, remember?”
Phil pressed his lips together, and slowly nodded, shifting his hips so his cock was perfectly over Dan’s mouth.
Phil thrust slowly at first, not reaching the back of Dan’s throat, and Dan responded eagerly; licking and sucking at every part of him he could reach. Phil trembled with need, and finally gave in, snapping his hips.
Dan gagged, a wet, whiny noise that made Phil groan and do it again.
Dan gripped Phil’s hips, digging his nails into the flesh as Phil thrust again and again. He could feel his face going very red, and his breathing was ragged and short, getting hardly any time to get the oxygen he needed.
But still, he was insanely aroused by the fact that Phil was using him like this, using his mouth as a toy. Just something to get him off.
Dan whimpered around Phil’s shaft, his lips stretched to the maximum. He felt tears being squeezed out of his eyes, and he couldn’t breathe, but he would never make Phil stop. He was making such delicious noises from above him, fucking into Dan’s mouth greedily, gripping the pillow at his head.
Dan gagged wetly, barely aware of the tears now streaming down his face. His mind was fuzzy, all of his senses focused on Phil. He clawed at Phil’s hips desperately, rutting his hips against nothing. He squeezed his eyes shut, choking, and he hiccuped.
Phil groaned, snapping his hips hard, and Dan whimpered, hiccuping again.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Phil cursed breathlessly. “Holy shit, Dan, baby, so good.”
Dan hummed, hiccuping a third time and making a noise that sounded like a suction cup. Now he couldn’t stop hiccuping, squirming under Phil, choked sobs emerging, conflicted between escaping the thing blocking his air and leaning into it.
Without warning Phil came down his throat, pulling back to finish on his lips. Dan gratefully licked it up, gasping for breath, his face regaining color.
“Shit,” Phil cursed again, sitting up and reaching forward to touch Dan’s face, drawing his thumb over his bottom lip. “Are you okay? Shit, you’re gonna have bruises on your lips, god I’m so sorry-”
“Phil,” Dan interrupted, his voice raspy and quiet. Phil’s eyes widened. “It’s fine. I asked for it. I’m…” he smiled sleepily. “I’m glad that now everyone can see I’m yours.” He was stifled by a yawn, blinking at his boyfriend.
“Alright baby,” Phil whispered, still somewhat concerned. “I’m guessing you’re staying the night…?”
Dan didn’t answer, falling backwards on his bed, falling asleep immediately.
I’m actually really proud of this one? It’s a bit longer than usual, and it’s very Keith-centric even though I’m whumping Lance because hi have you met me? I’m too invested in klance.I hope you enjoy!
@elsiemcclay aka the best person to run ideas and/or titles by. thanks friendo.
A groan sounded to Keith’s left, and
he looked over immediately, trying to mask his relief with a glare.
“Oh, good. He finally decided to wake up.”
“Hey, how many times do I have to
tell you? Beauty sleep is important.” A pause. “Where are we
Pidge snorted. “Guess that general
hit him harder than we thought.”
“Lance! You’re okay! I was worried—
that totally knocked you out, you hadn’t moved in a while,” Hunk
rambled. “Does your head hurt?”
“Like hell,” Lance said, leaning
back against the wall and pressing a hand to his forehead. “But
nothing too serious. Thankfully, now that I’m conscious, I remember
what happened. We’ve been captured, haven’t we?”