#bit sloppy and quickly done but it's ok

[feengoid]

HAPPY TFB FRIDAY!

@kociamieta

[sthavoc]

Hey! Looove your blog sm. Idk if you write smut but if you do, could you write Enzo giving you head? If that’s ok w you, and feel free to just ignore if it’s not

⋰˚💦 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: enzo giving you pleasure. that’s it.

·˚ ༘ warnings: neck kisses, oral (fem receives), fingering, moans, teasing

·˚ ༘ note: guys! i’ve never really written smut 😭 I mean the times i’ve written it I don’t like it. so I’m absolutely sorry if this is trash. I decided to keep it a bit short for the first time. the reason I haven’t written it is bc I’ve tried to avoid it for the very reason I just wouldn’t know what/how to write it. I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t like it. I really tried my best tho. still, if any of you somehow liked this, smut is on the table, I don’t mind! ps anyone got tips on how to write it?? it would be of great help!! hoping there’s no grammar errors

Your moans were softly audible, coming from the inside of your hotel room. Your head, tired from frequently coming up and down to see how Enzo poised over your body. Lips so near to your skin that the tease was being too much.

“Que bonita te ves.” He glided himself up to you to kiss you, and you hooked him quickly. His bottom lip was locked with your upper lip, not wanting to let go.

Enzo’s lips bussed down from your jawline to your neck, his tongue going in spirals on the soft warm skin. It made you tremble and whine. “Enzo ya. Sabes como me mojo con tus besos.”

He didn’t stop and rather of keeping his space slow, he went quicker. You could feel the wetness in you grow, you wanted to pull away, but Enzo knew your every motion. He had his hand on the back of your neck kipping you locked between his hand and lips.

“¿Y por qué crees que me encanta hacerlo chiquita?” His head changes positions to look at your blubbering eyes. “Me encanta ver como te descontrolas con tan solo estos besitos.”

He kissed the center of your chest, proceeding to go down onto your belly. The momentum of it was fast, and your breathing was loud you were afraid everybody could hear you. But at the same time, you weren't providing a care in the world. Your head balled back after you watched how Enzo looked between your legs and the eye contact he kept with you as he bent your legs up to keep a grip.

“Me gusta como me miras con esos ojitos tan hermosos que tenes, chiquita.” The fervor of his breath fell between your legs, teasing you. “Y todo esto para mi.” His eyes go down.

You could deem the burn from how fatigued your neck was and also from how alluring your body had gotten from the previous actions Enzo had done with you. But you wanted to look at him, admire how he looked between your thighs, and how his veiny and strong hands linked between them. He peppered your inner thighs with gentle sloppy kisses that got closer and closer to your clit.

“Dios-” You grasped the sheets when his tongue slid up your lips, and again. He went in a circular motion before giving your clit a kiss. A kiss that he softly sucked in on.

“Sigue haciendo esos sonidos nena. No pares.” Enzo adored your moans. Just the sound of them could get him hard, and you knew that. So the chance of you hiding them wasn’t in the cards.

The veins in his hands kept on marking harder from the blood that pumped through his body, along with the force he pertained to your thighs. Nail marks would for sure be left. Your moans were working him up and he wasn’t containing himself from groaning on you, making it vibrate against your clit. You felt the heat on your stomach, and on the back of your neck. Your baby hairs had already stuck onto your skin, soaked in the sweat.

“Enzo-” Oh how he loved it too when you whined his name, It was one of his drawbacks. He fled free one of your thighs to rub your clit for more stimulation, seconds later sticking one finger inside you, making you grip his hair. Strongly. With one hand on his hair and the other on the sheets.

His pace never quelled, the roughness was there and the kissing was sloping. And if his tongue felt tired, it didn't matter to him because he was not going to stop until you came. He twirled his finger inside of you making you flutter and keep the grip tight on his hair. The suction with every kiss felt as if you were getting closer. And Enzo knew it.

“Sabes tan bien chiquita.” He groaned on your lips making your cheeks colored more red from the praise. As if having them tinged from what he was doing wasn’t sufficient already.

The man was keen on it. Your brain was murky, but you couldn’t help but guess about the way his tongue was moving. It was going in different directions, that he wouldn’t usually do. You felt how he did a zig-zag motion and then a circle.

He was writing his name.

The thought of it only made you moan even more, you were so close you could only shove his head deeper into your pussy. Enzo had added another finger to work you up even more before he let go of your other thigh to bring up his hand towards your breast to play with. Giving it light squeezes before he played with your nipple, his finger going up and down. Also twirling it between his index and thumb.

You felt your legs beginning to shake and that’s when Enzo knew you were close, he started to go harder with his fingers and faster with his tongue. Doing all kinds of motions. Going up and down, in circles, front and back, doing the figure eight.

“No pares.” You felt the warmness grow in your stomach, and your legs shake from how good his rhythm felt. Your moans continued and your skin was washed. Your mind had you unconsciously locking his head between your thighs. His name fell from your lips oftentimes as you reached your orgasm, and all Enzo could do was oversee you with lust in his eyes.

Your head was rolled back, your jaw was dropped a little, your cheeks were flushed and you had your eyes closed. Yet he could still see the faint drops of tears. The sex face he loved. When your unstableness came to ease your chest was abruptly going up and down. The cloudiness in your brain was starting to fade as you came back to your senses.

Enzo had remained on his spot while he watched the equilibrium come back to you. He gave your upper thighs soft kisses before he came back up from his spot onto the bed. He was gentle to give you a free bed sheet to cover yourself as you rested your back on the headboard turning to look at him with a smile on your lips.

“¿Deletreaste tu nombre verdad?” Your eyes looked for a reply on his face. And your smile only grew after the only action he gave was a smirk.

“Sabes que me encanta que digas mi nombre.” He shrugs making an effort to give a silly reason.

You only smiled and gave him a small nudge before he brought you into a soft embrace.

This man will forever be your weakness.

[toomuchracket]

ok after the d word cumplay mention i cannot stop thinking about d word and tit fucking

oh my god... oh my god. right. GOD. imagine bringing it up to him?! bro would CRUMBLE.

maybe you're doing the sensible thing and just looking in the mirror and feeling your own boobs in the house one day to check they're alright (psa! if you have tits! do this! it could save your life!), or maybe you're just kinda holding them, as one does - either way, matty's side-eyeing you from his spot next to you, trying so so so so hard not to dwell on the way you're pushing them together and tugging them every which way. but he falls hook line and sinker when you let the slut voice in your head win out and say (bear in mind in my head ur a UK girlie) "isn't it weird that boys get really obsessed with the concept of titwanks (a.n. genuinely awful word. but it's in my vernacular. so here we are) when they're like fifteen and then never address it again lol? like look at my chest. it's nice. and yet have i ever been propositioned for a titwank? no". and matty's like "i need to sit down for several reasons. one, i can't believe you complain about me saying creampie and then proceed to use the word titwank right in front of me. two, you can't just ask me to look at your tits that casually and expect me to be alright. three, do you want to be propositioned for one, darling?" - you smirk at him and say "well, is it something you'd consider doing? actually, have you already considered it?", and matty goes bright fucking red and looks pointedly at the floor. you gasp like "matthew healy i cannot believe you've thought about fucking my tits before and you haven't told me. wtf", and matty's like "what have i done to you god you're depraved. excited about me thinking about fucking your tits. christ"; you giggle like "shut up, you love me. so, do you wanna do it, or not?", and matty kisses you like "i do love you, my sweet, slutty girl. and of course i want to. i'm not an idiot, babe".

thinking you literally lie down and shove your boobs together like "ok. i'm ready", and matty sighs but smiles at you and takes his boxers off - he's been hard from the second you started feeling yourself up, let's be honest lmao. you sit up slightly to jerk/suck him off a bit before you start properly, to get him wet enough that it won't hurt when he fucks your chest, and it's so sloppy and messy and hot that he genuinely has to be like "babe. if you don't stop now i'm gonna cum"; you're like "really? is this doing it for you that much?", and matty's like "no you don't understand this is teenage dream material. getting to do this with you, my girlfriend, most attractive woman ever? fifteen year old me would be fucking losing it". you smile and lie back down and say "well... go on, make your dream come true", and matty's like "jesus christ. alright". he does as you ask, thrusting slowly at first, then speeding up once you give him the go-ahead; it turns you on quite a bit, actually, both the knowledge that you're making him feel so good and the faces and noises he makes above you. you're desperate to make him feel as good as possible, verbally urging him on and then angling your head so he can actually sort-of fuck your mouth as well as your tits - once you introduce that, it's game over for matty, and he starts to climax so quickly that he'd be embarrassed if he couldn't feel any sensation but pleasure. he cums hard, half on your tits and half on your beautifully-smiling face, and the sight of you all covered in him almost makes him want to go again immediately; he doesn't, though, he gathers it all up on his fingers so you can lick it off like the good girl you are, and then you kiss for a little bit and matty murmurs praises and thank yous against your lips. and then, him being him, he wants to make you feel good, so he flips you to straddle him and says "alright. where do you want to sit to get off?" - whichever you choose, you know he's not letting up until you've cum about three times. you just made an old dream come true for him, after all <3

[iamthecomet]

it's 4 am and reading dew getting fucked dumb silly is giving me some horny thoughts right now and here's one of them!

Aether fucking Dew Silly and filling Him up so roughly that dew can still feel cum dripping down his legs all day making him Unsaitablely horny, horny to the point he can't focus. Dew ends up goin into aether's room and starts masturbatin, calling out aether's name. unknown to him aether's is in there behind the bathroom masturbating listening in on dew.

fast forward a bit, aether is eating out dew and maybe fisting him feeling his insides coated with cum. fisting him until dew has a fucking mega orgasm that leaves him Trembling and satisfied for like a week. After all that, daddy aeth does aftercare treating dew like a queen.

Sopping wet satisfied Fucked out Queen~

Who deserves love~

@royalchachi and @running-ace21 demanded a tag for this one. Hope it lives up to the hype.

Dew's wet.

He's sticky and sloppy between his legs. It's been distracting him all day. Ever since Aether woke him up by grinding against the cleft of Dew's ass. Ever since Aether shoved his face into the pillows and fucked him open until he sobbed.

Then he had to go to breakfast and drink his coffee with everyone else, pretending he wasn't sore, and used, and dripping. Pretending his eyes were puffy from lack of sleep and not from getting his brains fucked out before he was even fully awake.

It's chore day. He's spent the last few hours shambling around the chapel. Polishing priceless artifacts with careless, trembling hands.

If Aether had cleaned him up after, or let him take a shower, he might be ok. He wouldn't be walking around with the reminder of his morning soaking into his boxers, drying tacky on his thighs. But Aether had thrown his clothes at him and claimed they were late.

Late for what? Dew'd asked and Aether didn't answer. It feels like a game, a test. Something Aether is trying to learn about him without actually asking. Dew hates feeling like he's failed when he doesn't even know the rules.

He's been hard all day on and off. Waxing and waning with lack of stimulation. But the burn of arousal has been there the whole time. Low and lurching in his gut. Every time he crouches down to grab something he feels what Aether's done to him. It sends a zap of pleasure up his spine to rattle his brain stem.

He does an even shittier job on his chores than he usually does. Leaving relics half cleaned. Leaning into the fact that Copia won't notice or care, and Sister will be too busy to check.

If worse comes to worst he'll blame it on a sibling.

He has to do something about this. Right now.

It's after lunch when he finally pries himself away from his duties. He knocks on Aether's door instead of going to his own room. He isn't sure if he wants an answer or not. Part of him wants to lay on Aether's bed, press his face into his pillows, inhale the lavender and honey smell of him, and fuck himself on Aether's bedsheets until he cums.

The other half is hoping Aether finished with his chores early and is willing to go for another round.

Either way, he needs to get off, and he needs to get off, now.

There's no answer from Aether's room, but the door is unlocked--like always. He lets himself in. He calls for Aether once, and gets silence in response.

He toes his boots off and throws himself down on Aether's bed with a small huff. He undoes his pants enough that he can shove his hand in them, getting his fist around his cock, hard and sticky, and throbbing already in in his hand.

He lays back on Aether's pillows and closes his eyes as he pulls himself free, stroking from root to tip, dragging his palm over the sticky head. His hands aren't quite as big as Aether's, but the callouses are the same, and with the right amount of imagination he can pretend his rough grip is Aether's.

It's very quickly not enough.

He shoves his pants down to his thighs. He spreads his legs, loops one arm under his thigh so he can work his fingers into himself. He can't get deep, the angle is wrong. But he can sink far enough in for a little extra stimulation. He finds himself sticky, wet, still open. The push is easy.

He closes his eyes, back arching as he works himself over, twisting his hand up under the head. He jerks himself off the way Aether does, long twisting strokes, harsh squeezes at the base. He shudders with each pass of his own hand as he imagines it's Aether working his thick fingers into his ass, Aether with his massive hand around his cock.

Dew whines. "Aeth," he bites out, digging his fangs into his teeth.

Aether's bathroom door slams open.

Dew yelps, ripping his fingers out of his body and trying to launch himself off the bed and away, heart hammering in his chest.

He can't help but notice the way his fingers are covered in Aether's cum. He wipes them off on his shirt.

Aether's standing in the doorway of his bathroom. He leans against the doorframe, shirtless. He cocks an eyebrow at Dew.

"This is my room, firefly."

"I...uh..." Dew might have a response if he had any blood left in his brain to think about it. He thinks he's doing pretty well considering. SInce he has the wherewithal to at least attempt to pull his pants back up.

"Get back on the bed," Aether orders.

Dew freezes. He's at the foot of the bed. The door to the hallway is on his left, Aether's on his right. He doesn't know where to go. He wants to get back on the bed. Wants to know what Aether's going to do to him. But part of him is worried it will be along drawn out thing. And he can't do it. He can't sit here and be tortured. He can't wait another half an hour to cum. It's not possible.

Aether pushes away from the bathroom, he closes the distance. Dew freezes like a cornered animal. He'd put on a good face, and pretend he wants to leave, but the way his cock kicks betrays him.

"Is my cock not enough for you? Not enough to satisfy you anymore?" Aether crowds towards Dew. Dew backs up, his knees hit the edge of the bed as Aether stalks towards him. Aether bullies close enough that Dew has to sit or he'll lose his balance. The second his ass hits the bed, Aether's on him. He drags his jeans off, tossing them somewhere over his shoulder.

Then Dew's knees are up by his ears, and he's scrabbling for something to hold onto as Aether licks a stripe up Dew's thigh, catching his own drying cum and Dew's slick on his tongue.

"Filthy," Aether mumbles against Dew's skin.

"Aeth--"

"You like it," Aether says, violet eyes meeting Dew's. "You like walking around with me dripping down your thighs, don't you?"

Dew wants to deny it. Wants to fight this, but then Aether is sinking two fingers into him all at once and Dew can't do anything except keen with it.

"Satanas. You're still full of me," Aether sounds like the air has been sucked from his lungs. Dew knows the feeling. He drops his head back onto Aether's bed and tries not to drown in sensation.

Aether works him further open, slipping a third finger in with ease. He drags his fingers over the spot that makes Dew's vision go dark. Petting softly, pressing kisses to the messy underside of Dew's thighs, his ass cheeks, the base of his cock, anywhere Aether can put his mouth he does.

He licks a bead of precum from the tip of Dew's cock and grins up at him when Dew's eyes start to roll back in his head.

"Look at this greedy hole," Aether groans, slipping a fourth finger in. "Sucking me in, can't get enough can you?"

Dew shakes his head. It's a lot, too much even. But still, not enough. Not enough to satisfy. Not enough to get him to cum. He squeezes his eyes shut.

He's thinking about begging Aether to touch him, his own hands are beyond help. He can only grab at Aether's sheets and hope to survive this.

Aether crowds his fingers together, pressing them together, his thumb resting under his others as he presses all five in and Dew bows off the bed. He wails at the pressure, at the feeling of Aether's knuckles pressing against him, pushing like he might pop them in at any second.

He's taken bigger. He's taken Moutain and Aether at the same time. He squeezes his eyes shut. His body screams at him, too much, not enough. Get out, put it in.

Aether finally, finally, puts his hand on Dew's cock.

It takes almost nothing. Four solid strokes, and Dew's orgasm rolls through him like a freight train. He sobs. His vision goes black, as his body thrashes with it. Powerful convulsions he feels in his bones.

He comes to in Aether's bathtub. The water close to boiling, Aether's hands in his hair.

"Aeth?" his voice is rough. Satanas how loud did he get?

"Welcome back, firefly." Aether's voice is quiet, gentle. "How do you feel?"

"Tired. Sore. What the fuck, Aeth. I think you ruined me."

"Only for today. Come on, let's get you cleaned up and then we'll put on a movie and take a nap."

Dew leans back into Aether's touch. "I get to pick the movie."

Dew doesn't need to see Aether to know he's rolling his eyes. "Anything you want, Princess."

[verygirlygirl]

Vance hopper x reader fluff

Summary: Vance gets into a fight as usual and you have the pleasure of cleaning him up

"I don't need your help y/n" vance says in an annoyed grumble, "yes you do vance this is the third time this week you really need to stop getting into so many fights..I'm worried about you". Your tone is soft and gentle even as you scold him, he knows how stressful he can be how much he worries you when he gets into fights and how much his temper gets the better of him.

"Stop fucking talking to me like you're my mom I know how to fight I'll be just fine", you flinch his words hurt you but all that sadness is quickly replaced with annoyance. "Im not acting like your mom I'm being a good friend", you snap back at him quickly the word "friend" bruises his heart a little bit.

He sighs "just hurry up and clean my cuts so I can get out of here you're pissing me off" you give him a quick glare. "I'm trying as fast as I can asshole" you grab a cotton ball and a bottle of disinfectant "this is gonna sting a bit", you look up at him only to see he's looking off into space. You never got the chance to really look at him properly, has he ever been this pretty? His golden locks and his pretty blue eyes he has perfect lashes too. Your eyes start to wander down his face taking in his feature his nose and his pretty pink lips.

You catch yourself wondering what they would feel like against yours until you look back up and see him looking at you too. "Oh um sorry I got distracted.." you were so embarrassing vance looks at you for a bit "it's whatever" you continue cleaning his bloody fists, caked with blood and littered with cuts "who were you fighting vance? You have so many cuts".

Vance shrugs "just some loser that bumped into me instead of apologizing he started to get a hard mouth so I decked him". A small grumble leaves your mouth "Mmm alright", after cleaning his cuts you bandage both his knuckles "alright there all done".

You stay seated on the floor waiting for him to leave you. "Well you're welcome I guess you can leave now if you want", vance looks at you and scoots closer to to "I saw you staring at my lips" you look at him feigning innocence. "What are you talking about? I wasn't staring" he glares at you, it's harsh he knows you're lying "don't fucking lie to me dipshit" he growls out. You put your hands up as a sign that you'll come clean, "Ok ok maybe I was staring It's not a big deal anyway if it makes you uncomfortable-" your apologetic rant quickly comes to an end as vance grabs your wrists and bring you closer to him with a kiss.

It was rough and sloppy your teeth cracked together and your nose was pressed up against his. Soon he let you go panting but never breaking eye contact, you touch your lip gently and before you could ask questions he speed walked out of your room. You didn't go after him you just sat on the floor with a small smile on your face satisfied.

[amorgansgal]

Hiya! I adore your writings! I wanted to ask how would the boys confess to their crush?

Aww, thank you! :D I have done Arthur, Sean and Micah for this ask, I hope that's ok. Hope you enjoy! It's mostly all SFW, though Micah is... Micah.

It's Just a Little Crush!

Arthur Morgan

You’ll be lucky if you ever find out!

The man will first repress any feelings he has for you, chalking things up to just being impressed with your skills and appreciating the work you do around camp. He doesn’t ACTUALLY have feelings for you, he just thinks you’re a pretty good person to have around.

But truth be told, he finds himself making excuses to stay in camp when you’re there or riding out with you on jobs. He’s something of a worry wort and keeps an eye on you, then feels bad for looming over you like a hawk!

When he has to stay away from camp he thinks fondly about your smile and laugh, and how much you make him smile and laugh. He misses the sound of your voice, the way you affectionately pat his arm and feed his horse peppermints when you think Arthur isn’t watching.

Really, it’s only when he’s away from you that he realises how he’s fond of you and debates for an eternity about telling you how he feels.

If he’s unable to move pass how he feels, then he might tell you, but it could be a year or more until he actually does reveal all!

If he does, he’s very earnest, but also terrified that you might reject him. He’ll nervously glance up at your face, trying to guess what you’re thinking and feeling.

‘Ain’t goin’ to lie anymore, darlin’, I’ve grown sweet on ya. Have felt that way for a while. I know I ain’t a good man, don’ deserve ya, but I do… like yer quite a bit.’

Sean MacGuire

Subtlety is Sean’s middle name, so he behaves very gentlemanly and takes things slow and…

Ah! Who am I kidding?

Sean adores you and thinks you and the whole world ought to know about that. But as per Sean, he can’t tell you in private and be earnest and sweet about it, he waits until he’s absolutely drunk.

He stands up on a table, with several people yelling at him to get down or be careful, and he proclaims to all there how beautiful/handsome you are and that you’re the best person he’s ever met and you bring joy to his life and he’s going to marry you someday!

Everyone assumes it’s just a bit of a joke and you get some teasing you about it. But Sean manages to fall off the table, kicking his boot off into Charles’ face and dislocating his shoulder in the process!

With all the drama, Sean’s loud declaration is entirely forgotten! By the time Sean has his shoulder moved back into place, drunk another bottle of whiskey for the pain and then slept until morning, he has forgotten he even said anything.

You manage to bring him breakfast and he beams on seeing you, then frowns his sore arm and the sling it’s in. But he grins at you pretty quickly.

‘Must’ve been a hell of a night!’

‘Yes,’ you bite back your laugh. ‘You might have said something about me being the most beautiful/handsome person you know and bringing joy to your life and wanting to marry me.’

Sean’s eyes go as wide as saucers and for once he’s a little lost for words! He does actually feel that way though hadn’t quite anticipated he would tell you like that. He manages a nervous giggle. ‘Well, guess that’s all true… though maybe we should just go for a meal in Valentine, get t’ know each other a bit more, then think about marryin’!’

Micah Bell

Micah is frustrated and annoyed when he realises he has developed feelings for you. He considers romantic attachment a waste of time and something that will slow him down, make him sloppy and foolish.

He ain’t like Morgan, he’s not got a soft heart.

After his realisation, he’s a lot colder and crueller to you. It’s almost as though he makes more effort to be especially mean and targeted against you. Frustratingly, you don’t really say or do anything in your defence, just roll your eyes and ignore him. Which makes him feel… funny at any rate. If you at least were angry or bitter with him he would stop feeling the way he does.

He also begins to flirt more with the women in camp, making more salacious comments and not being afraid to leer at the girls. And he always makes sure you can both see and hear what’s going on.

You ain’t better than them and you certainly ain’t better than Micah Bell.

It’s not until he finds you cracking jokes with Arthur Morgan, of all people, and laughing, that his blood boils and he drags you off.

‘Fine! Goddammit. I like ya and if I catch you talkin’ with Morgan again, you won’t like what I do sweetheart-’

You don’t seem fussed, you lean against a tree, then smirk and raise a brow. ‘What will you do?’

His heart pounds heavily in his chest and he places two hands beside your head, trapping you in. ‘That ain’t your concern. Don’t let me catch you with him.’

[finniestoncrane]

Getting Head

Riddlers and Rogues x GN!Reader this is a redo of this old post here that only had 5 riddlers and a handful of rogues so i decided to do a big update with everyone i write for! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: oral sex

💚 Riddlers 💚

arkham

daddiest of all the daddies, definitely a gentle touch. he would need talked into getting head as a form of stress relief when he's too absorbed in his work because he's not the best at taking a break. he'd be very grateful once he was over the initial irritation of having to put his tools to the side. lots of praise, holding your hair back or brushing it out of your face, easing you onto him to help set the pace. he's more than willing to teach you how to do it to his preferences perfectly. he likes pulling out to cum, just to make a mess of you. "remember how we practiced your breathing, or were you not listening during my lesson? despite your inattention, you're being so good. this is definitely where your genius lies."

capullo

this disgusting man is desperate for a sloppy bj at all times of the day. he'll whine, beg, bribe and prod you, whatever it takes to get you on your knees and doing his wishes. he's not a nice boy when you've got his cock in your mouth. it makes him a bit feral, emphasises his ego and the self-imposed power status he has. he'll slap your cheek with his dick or his hand, and will call you his slut. he likes to finish with his head pressed right to the back of your throat as you choke around him, and when he's done you better be drooling and spitting his cum out over your lips and onto your chin. "don't choke, jesus. savour this moment! you should be grateful i'm even letting you suck my cock. i'm the fucking riddler! this is a priviledge."

dano

he likes you on your knees looking up at him all angelic and sweet, something for him to corrupt finally. you have to maintain eye contact with him the whole way through because he is desperately needy for love and affection. he has a thing about wearing his mask during sometimes, for the power. he'll hold your hair and push you down onto him if he's in that kind of mood. he likes having his balls squeezed hard during because he's a sucker for pain and punishment and he loves cumming over your chest. "oh god, i'm the boss. i'll show you who's in charge here, i'm in control, i have the power. you're mine and i own you... uh... if that's ok... please..."

young justice

total sweetheart, but a whimpering simp of a man. he'll fall apart the minute you take a hold of him and about two seconds in will be asking you to slow down or loosen up or stop completely so he can gather his strength up, otherwise he'll be making a mess way too quickly. he needs constant reassurance and some validation about how pretty his dick is, and if you could also lie and say he's the biggest you've ever seen that would help too. "was it... good for you? it was very good for me but you are so important... to me... so... am i a good boy?"

gotham

honestly, he could get off without the sucking or licking and have his needs fulfilled entirely by cockwarming in your mouth. otherwise, it can get too overstimulating for him and send him into a little tizzy. either way, the whole time you're down there, he will be conjuring up riddles and scheming away, and there's a lot of potential for him to forget you were there completely until he feels the sudden urge to cum. "ah but do you know why they're called blowjobs? well it's very interesting in fact! it actually goes back to..."

unburied

my god he's a particular little shit. you'd think he would be grateful that someone could tolerate him long enough to be willing to suck his dick, but no. the entire time, he's offering his opinion and critiques. it's almost like he gets off on insulting you. which... yeah that's exactly what it is. he's not necessarily rough, but he's not very gentle either. he'll thrust up into you when you least expect it. and he'll cum wherever and whenever he wants, he's going with the flow baby. "don't fuck about, use your tongue. faster! oh my god if you take any longer i'm going to get bored, genuinely. here, move, let me show you how it's supposed to be done."

telltale

you better put your best effort into this. tongue deftly flicking, lips poised and pouted, teeth back and away. take him in completely until your nose touches the tuft of grey hair at the base of his cock and he's tempted, though not willing, to offer you a compliment based on your efforts. but he can't have you thinking that you're any good at this, that would mean you had nothing to learn and there were less opportunities to practice. "please, don't disappoint me. as much as it would be detrimental to your self-esteem to do a bad job, i can assure you i will be so much worse for your already fragile ego."

twojar

his preferred method of dominance to be honest. there's something about the servitude, that you're doing it for him, that drives him wild. although credit to him, he is willing to let you enjoy yourself. in fact, he encourages it. if you could moan around his cock while you take him in, it'll only make him feel all the more powerful. he also prefers to be completely nude while you're giving him head, you can dress however you want, but his body deserves to be worshipped properly. "brains, brawns, i'm everything. it's no wonder you're down there salivating over me. tell daddy how much you like it."

💜 Rogues 💜

scarecrow

jonathan needs eye contact because he wants to see your eyes water, the tears or makeup running down your face and staining your cheeks. he likes to stretch you to your limits, mentally and physically. he likes to see how rough he can be before you're at breaking point, begging him to ease up or to stop. and he enjoys the sound of you gasping and choking for breath. if you're not afraid, you should at least pretend to be, because it's key to his ability to cum. "are you trembling? is it out of fear, or are you just very nervous? because i would be nervous too, if i were you."

two face

harvey is a gentle, if not slightly overly-enthusiastic participant. two face is a face fucker. where harvey might ease himself in and then get a little bit rough the closer he is to cumming, two face is shoving himself all the way in and taking it all the way back out so that your mouth makes an obscene popping noise, and if it doesn't, he'll choke you. harvey might choke you too, actually, but only if you've agreed to it. and if he can convince himself that there isn't a risk he might go too far. "which side will the coin land on baby? spitting or swallowing? or shall we do heads and tails for whether i'm cumming on your face or if you're going to bend over and show me your ass?"

penguin

oswald doesn't even need to cum, give him five minutes of your time just slurping on him and he'll be more than happy to throw you some spending money and take you out to dinner that evening. bonus points if you're willing to set up camp under his desk all day and give him something else to think about if his meetings are too stressful or boring. and don't feel the need to keep quiet. he's got proud sugar daddy vibes and he'd rather his colleagues knew the kind of power he had. in fact, he'd really enjoy you under a table anywhere. "this is a classy joint babe, the food takes a while to come out of the kitchen. so be nice to daddy and get under the table. you do a good job and you can have something nice and shiny afterwards, alright?"

ivy

ivy is the sweetest receiver of head. to the point where it almost feels like you're being pleasured just from her sweet words alone. she's hands on, and very keen to encourage you, stroking your hair, running her fingers over your shoulders or cheeks. she's also pretty good at directing you or helping herself along if you need some assistance. completely judgement free! she just knows herself better than anyone, but she's very keen to have you learn. "please remember that the longer you're down there, the more in love with me you're going to be. through no fault of my toxins."

mad hatter

jervis needs to know that you're having a good time while you're sucking him off, so he'll interrupt you to get confirmation that you're still very much into this. but it's fine because he doesn't mind stopping constantly. he's got a bit of a thing for the teasing, the edging, the almost orgasm denial of it all. it makes him feel extra grateful when he finally cums and you lap him up like breakfast tea. "the way your mouth can move my sweet, you really serve up quite the treat. this is wonderful, thank you, thank you!!"

harley quinn

vocal receiver of head. squealing and giggling and calling you every pet name she can think of when her mind isn't complete mush. she needs you to be silly, sloppy, loud, a little bit crazy. you can't take it too seriously, you're there to have fun, and she is definitely there for the joy. but you better make sure she comes because if you don't there will be severe and serious repercussions. "oh puddin' right there! and if ya even think about stopping i'll smother you with my thighs, ok! now KEEP GOING!"

bane

yeah there's a lot of eduardo that's definitely throbbing and massive, and his cock is no different. so rather than stretch you out and damage you, he's more than happy for you to lick on him like you're trying to get to the centre of some lollipop. he'd find it admirable if you tried to take him in your mouth, but your lips around his head and your tongue running up his shaft is plenty for him. "ah, you're strong-willed but all i need is your tongue and your smile, and your determination to get me to where i need to go."

zsasz

teeth. teeth. teeth. something about the sharp twang of pain against the pleasure of having your mouth wrapped around him, sweet and sour. and also, while you've got your lips around his head, if you could also take a hold of his cock and dig your nails in? maybe scratch just a little bit along the underside? something that'll make him hiss as well as moan would be absolutely delightful and he'd be more than happy to mark you anywhere you want with his cum as a reward. "harder, harder... harder, come on, really sink your teeth in. do it for me, how could you ever say no? and deny me this pain and pleasure?"

[justmeinadaze]

In the Eye of the Beholder Part 2 (Eddie X Plus size reader) 

A/N: So I hadn't planned on writing a part 2 but I saw this post and it gave me the idea. I hope you like it. She's still a confident badass plus sized angel and Eddie is still totally smitten. <3

Warnings: Hella Smut. More so towards the end. A lot of it is cute fluffy Eddie. There is a moment where the reader talks about a confrontation with her mother that makes Eddie angry. The confrontation might trigger some especially since its an actually conversation I've had with my own biological parent. "If you just lose some more weight..." Ok, no one asked Karen! (Please remember people are ignorant and you are beautiful no matter how you look on the outside <3 )

Word Count: 4200

“Hey, Sweetheart.” Eddie greets you as you walk into the door of the record shop he works at. You hoist yourself on the counter by your arms, leaning forward to give him a big, sloppy kiss. You feel him smile against your lips. “I’m almost done closing here. Feel free to look around a bit.”

“Okay. Did you have a good day?”

“I did. No one asked me about Madonna or Cher so I didn’t have to pretend like I knew what any of their songs were.”

“Life is a mystery. Everyone must stand alone.” You start singing loudly from across the room. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand in your direct making you laugh. 

“I hear you call my name. And it feels like home.” 

“Ok, you stop it over there. You know what? Let me show you real music. Hang on a second.” Eddie disappears from behind the counter. The speakers in the store crackle as some music starts to play. As you cross back towards his area, he reappears with a huge smirk plastered on his face. You thought you saw something behind that smile as if Eddie was up to something. 

“What’s this?” You ask pointing towards the ceiling referencing the music. 

“When I See You Smile” by a band called Bad English.” He walks around the counter and takes your hand in is, placing your other on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your waist. You two begin to sway side to side to the music. Eddie looks down at you, grinning. “The first time I heard this it made me think of you.”

Sometimes I want to give up I want to give in, I want to quit the fight And then I see you, baby And everything's alright, everything's alright

“Aw, Eddie. You’re making me blush.” You wrap both your arms around his neck, reaching up on your tip toes to kiss him. 

“Seriously. I have no idea where I would be if I hadn’t met you. The first time I saw you when we were kids I was like ‘That girl is something.’ You are beautiful, smart, funny, and tough as hell!”, he laughs. “You’ve been there for me through everything and I love you.” 

He reaches into his jacket pocket and you let out a gasp, covering your mouth in surprise as he gets down on his knee. “Y/N Y/L/N… will you marry me?” You practically tackle him to the ground, wrapping your arms around him. “Whoa shit! Does that mean yes?”

“Yes! Yes! Of course, it’s a yes!” 

He pushes the engagement ring on your finger. It’s a silver band with a small sparking stone in the middle. Wrapped around it on either side were skulls just like the ring Eddie wears. 

“I know it’s not big or flashy or anything but—”

“Eddie, shut up.” As you lean down to kiss his lips again, you can feel him smiling and laughing. “Baby, I love it. I love you.”

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Eddie barges into your shared apartment, slamming the door behind him. You quickly jog to him from where you are in the kitchen. 

“Whoa! Hold up there, Speed Racer. What’s going on, Hun?” 

“Where is she?!”

“Where’s who?”

“Your mom! Is she here?”

You exhale a frustrated sighed as you place your hands on Eddie’s shoulders trying to slow him down. “Baby, this isn’t a gigantic apartment. If she was here, you would have found her already.” He places his hands on his hips as he tries to breathe through his anger. “Steve or Robin?” His eyes shift up to meet yours. “Who told you? Was it Robin or Steve?”

“Steve called me while I was at work.”

“Ugh, I’m going to kick that pretty boy’s ass.” 

“Did she really tell you if you lost a few pounds the dresses would look better?”

“Eddie, calm down. We both know how she is…”

“STOP BEING SO CALM ABOUT THIS!” He shouted, cutting you off. 

You pull out a chair at the kitchen table and sit, waiting for him to work through his emotions. After a couple of minutes, he grabs one of the chairs and sits in front of you. Eddie places his hand lightly on top of yours. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell. It just… pisses me off. Not just because of what she said but because you’re only going to get married once. The whole dress part is supposed to be a big moment for girls. I hate the idea of her ruining that for you.”

“Sweetie, I promise you she didn’t ruin anything. At least I know now, after I kill you and inherent millions for me and my next husband, not to invite her dress shopping.”

Eddie tries to stifle his laugh. “Sweetheart, please. Be serious.”

“Look, baby. She’s been doing and saying stuff like that for as long as I can remember. But, I mean, I have you, Robin, Steve, Henderson, everybody. I care what you guys think. Not her.” 

You watch his chest as he takes a deep breath in and out. “I think we should have that discussion again.”

“Eddie…”

“Princess, come on. What if she does something during the ceremony or raises her hand during that ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ part?” 

You shrug your shoulders. “I want her to see me get married.” You voice is barely above a whisper and Eddie sees the hurt in your eyes. He delicately pulls your hand towards him motioning for you to get up and sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around you and places his head against your chest. You stroke his long wavy hair as you lean your cheek against him. 

“I know, Sweetheart. I get it. I still kind of wish my parents could be there to.”

You place a kiss on the top of his head. “If it makes you feel any better, Robin told her to shut up and leave.”

Eddie pulls back and looks up at you with wide dramatic eyes. “Did she really? That’s my girl! Steve didn’t tell me that. What did your mom do?”

“Well, she’s afraid of Robin now so,” you both continue to sit like that for a while, holding each other as you laugh. 

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“Oh my gosh, you look so pretty!” Robin claps her hands as she dances around you. Nancy reaches up adjusting your veil. 

“You look beautiful.” She smiles as she squeezes your hand. 

“Thank you.” You try to control the grin on your face but you’re just too excited and quite frankly a little nervous. “Ok, I need pre wedding booze. Anyone?” Nancy reaches in bag and passes you a flask. “Ah. My angel.” You toss back the container making a face as it leaves your lips. 

“Honey, there’s no reason to be nervous. I posted Vickie right behind your mom to smack her if she causes any trouble.” Robin tries to calm you as she takes a sip from the flask you pass her. 

“I’m not worried about that. What if I trip or—”

“Then we’ll catch you.” Nancy interjects retrieving her flask, taking a sip herself, and then placing it back in her purse. “Y/N everything’s going to be fine. Just focus on Eddie.”

“Wow.” Your dad enters the bridal suite of the church with his mouth agape. “Is that my daughter? Sweetheart, you look so gorgeous.” You reach for him placing your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug. “You ready?”

You nod your head as Robin hands you the bouquet. Your dad holds out his elbow for you to take and leads you toward the entrance to the church. When the doors open for the bridesmaids to begin walking you try to peak over their heads to try and get a glimpse of your soon to be husband. 

Your dad chuckles as he leans down and whispers, “Calm down. You’re almost there.”

You take a deep breath as you hear the notes of the bridal march begin to play. As you two start your walk down the aisle you make note of everyone’s smiling faces but when you make eye contact with the one face that matters most you almost break down in tears. 

Eddie is standing at the alter with his handsome black suit fitting perfectly against his frame. He told you beforehand he thought it would be more formal if he pulled his hair back but you insisted he keep it down. 

“When have we ever been formal?”

“Babe! We are having a fancy ass wedding in a church!”, he laughs at you.

“Come on. We’ll count it as our ‘something old’.”

When he saw you, his hand immediately flew up to grab his chest. Steve lightly patted him on the back, grinning from ear to ear. You and your father stopped right before the preacher and he leaned down to move your veil behind your head. He cupped your face in his hands, place a tender kiss on your forehead. 

Eddie extended his own hand out and you took it as you took the couple of steps up to be level with him. It was then that you noticed the tears around his eyes. 

“Oh no”, you let out a small giggle as you reached your thumb up to whip them away. He quickly turns away to whip his eyes on the back of his hand. 

“Sorry. You’re just so beautiful. Oh my god.” The sounds of awes rippled through the pews of people as the ceremony began.

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“Okay! Everyone shut up!” Robin’s voice boomed through the microphone she was holding as she stood in the middle of the dance floor of the reception hall. Steve appeared out of nowhere placing a chair down next to her. She turned dramatically, pointing her index finger in your direction. “Mrs. Munson! Come hither!” She loudly pats her hand on the pad of the chair. 

You roll your eyes as you head towards her and take your place in your seat. “Gentlemen! The groom!” Steve and Dustin pull Eddie out of his own seat, guiding him to the other side of Robin. You both make eye contact, speaking without using words. “These are our weird friends.”

“Edward Munson, my beautiful friend over there has something wrapped around her thigh. Can you grab that for us, please?” In response to Robin’s request, you lift your leg, pointing your toes in his direction. An almost sinful grin spreads across his beautiful face. “Corroded Coffin! You may begin!” The band starts playing sultry music as Robin walks off the dance floor. 

Eddie focuses all his attention on you as he saunters in your direction. His hips sway to the music, making you giggle. His eyes never leave yours as he takes off his suit jacket, throwing it to the side. Once directly in front of you, he descends to his knees rolling up his sleeves in the process. When his hands make contact with your calf, a shiver runs down your spine. You bite your bottom lip, smiling down at him. 

His fingers trace your leg as they slowly make their way up to your thigh. 

“Come on, Munson! Save some for the honeymoon!” Robin shouts from the side. Eddie gives you wink as he pushes up your wedding dress exposing your leg. The room erupts in hoots and sexy whistles making you blush. You push your leg up softly against his chest as he leans down to kiss your knee and up your thigh. 

“Eddie!” You laugh as you shove at his shoulders. You can feel him smile against your skin as he bites down, pulling the garter down your leg with his teeth. You cover your face with your hands and he lifts you from the chair, spinning you around to place you on his lap as he takes a seat. He grabs your chin with his fingers, pulling your lips to his. 

Eddie looks around the room for Steve. “Hey! Here Harrington.” He tosses the garter to him and then wraps both arms around you. You hug his head to your chest, brushing his hair back with your fingers. “Since Nancy caught the flowers.”

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Eddie kicks the door of the apartment open with his foot as he takes you across the threshold in his arms. He carried you all the way to the bedroom before practically throwing you on the mattress. When he started to unbutton his shirt, you reached out to stop him. 

“Can you keep it on a little longer? You just look so handsome.” 

He smiles, tossing himself on the bed next to you making you bounce. He rolled to his side and reached out to caress your cheek. “Was it good? The wedding I mean. I mean was it everything you wanted it to be?”

“Eddie, I married you. It was everything and more.”

“Aw, babe. That was disgustingly cute.” You punch his arm as he laughs at you. 

“What about you? Was it everything you wanted it to be.” You reach over to take his hand in yours. 

“And more.” Eddie cups your face in his hands as he kisses your lips, soft at first but growing stronger. When he pulls back his are shadowed over with lust. “As beautiful as you look in this dress, I really want to tear it off of you right now.”

“Um, I’m not going to lie, you may have to.” You giggle as his eyebrows furrow together. “Robin and Nancy kind of had to get me into it. I have no idea where any of the clasps or zippers or whatever’s holding it together are.”

Eddie quickly climbs on top of you running his hands over every part of your dress. He shouts out a tiny aha near your side when he finds the clasps and unhooks it. You feel the weight of your body breathe as he peels away the fabric. 

“Oh my god.” You sigh in relief. “I loved that dress but, man, after 6 hours or so of it hugging my fat it’s nice to be able to fully take a breath.” You smile faulters slightly as you notice Eddie staring down at you with a concentrated look painted on his face. “Eddie? You ok?” You get up on your knees and shuffle to him placing your hands on his shoulders. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. I just… I’m looking at you in our bed, after our wedding, in that fucking sexy matching white bra and panties, and I’m just fully realizing how lucky I am.” You lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re my wife. My wife.”

“Mmhmm. Mrs. Munson.” A small growl escapes his throat as you say your new last name. He takes your palm and places it over his pants on to his groin.

“Say it again.” He whispers.

“Mrs. Munson.” He closes his eyes as you slowly rub your hand against him. “If you want, I can make it more official and scroll it in permanent marker all over my notebooks with cute little hearts over the dots.”

Eddie moans but presses his teeth into his bottom lip, holding back a laugh. He slides off his jacket and as he starts unbuttoning his shirt you fumble with his belt. He leans into you placing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. 

“When you were in the chair and I had to take the garter off your thigh”, he murmurs against your throat, “I could smell your sweetness through these silk panties. You whimper when his fingers press on your cloth covered folds between your legs. “It was so hard not to just eat your pussy right there.” Moving your underwear slightly he slides his index finger through your slick.

“Please”, you moan as you lean forward placing your lips on his shoulders and up towards his neck.

“Please what, babe?”

“I want to feel your tongue on me, please Eddie. I need to feel your fingers inside of me.” You start grinding your hips on his hand but he pulls it away and you whine at the loss of contact. 

Eddie wiggles the rest of the way out of his pants and you move your body so your flat on the bed on your back. You slide off your panties and toss it at his chest. He catches them with a big grin but before he can throw them to the side you toss your bra and it lightly hits his head before falling to the floor. 

You cover your mouth with your hand to hide your smile. “Oh Eddie. Come on, baby. You getting slow at your old age?”, you tease.

He flashes you a playful glare as he grabs your ankles, pulling you closer to him, hoisting your legs over his shoulders. “You better be nice to me.”

“Or what?”, you challenge. His eyes meet yours filled with desire and a little bit of mischief. 

Eddie doesn’t answer you instead running his long tongue up towards your clit. You lean your head back and moan. He starts flicking it against your nub at a steady pace as he inserts two of his long fingers into your entrance. Your breathing quickens as you moan out his name. As you feel the coil in your belly start to tighten, you lean up on your elbows to watch him. He can feel you start tightening around his hand, his mouth wrapping around your center as he moves his tongue against you faster. The coil snaps and your grind your hips against his face as you cum. 

Eddie’s lips trail over to your thigh as he sucks and bites at your flesh as his fingers still move at a steady pace inside of you. 

“Eddie, baby. Please.” You try to reach for his hand in between your legs but he smacks it away, pumping his fingers a little faster.

“I told you; you better be nice to me.”, he looks over at you with a coy grin. You feel that coil start to quickly wrap again. He leans into your cunt licking long stipes up and down pausing to run his tongue roughly over your sensitive clit. You shout his name repeatedly as he watches your body shudder as you cum around him again. 

Eddie slows the pace of fingers but he doesn’t pull them out. He crawls up the length of your body resting at your side. You’re moving your lips but he can’t understand what you’re saying. 

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. What are saying?”

“Please…I can’t…I mmm fuck” is all you manage to get out, your voice barely above a whisper. He smiles down at your already fucked out state. 

“You can give me one more, babe. I know you can.” You feel him grinding himself against your side as he starts to quicken the rhythm of his fingers. “Jesus. You’re so tight right now. How am I going to fit, hm?” You gasp as he slides a third finger into your already full opening. 

“Eddie!” You sit up on your hands and he quickly moves to your level placing his head against yours. The tip of his nose grazes your cheek. 

“Is it too much? Tell me and I’ll stop.” Your eyes are squeezed shut with your mouth open letting out silent moans. “Look at me, Sweetheart. I need you talk to me.”

Your eyes flutter open as you crane your neck to the side to look at him. “Don’t stop. Please. I can take it.” He growls into your shoulder.

“That’s my girl. My good girl.”

You sigh out a moan. “Your girl. Your wife.” Eddie lets out an almost pornographic mewl as moves his lips to yours sliding his tongue against your own. His fingers quicken needing you to cum so he can bury his cock inside of you. You wrap one of your hands around his neck for leverage. You pant against his lips, no longer able to keep them closed long enough for a kiss. 

You scream as that rope inside you snaps for a third time. Your hand shoots out to grab his trying desperately to push it away. 

“Please, Eddie. I—”

“No, baby. No. You did good.” His voice is husky in your ear. You whole body drops flat against the mattress and he follows you down whispering praises. “Do you think you can give me just one more? I can be really gentle.”

You reach up lazily and run your hand along his cheek. He turns slightly placing a tender kiss on your fingers. The way he looks down at you makes your tummy do flips. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

Eddie smiles as a breathy laugh escapes his lips. “Princess, you’ll have to get back to me on that one. I ask myself that everyday about you.” He rolls on top of you placing loving kisses along your face and down your neck. You wrap your hands around him, running your nails down his back. 

His hips roll into yours and you run your tongue across your bottom lip when you feel his fully hard cock grind along your dripping, puffy folds. You lift your legs, hooking them around his waist causing Eddie to push his tip into you making you both moan. He gradually slides himself fully inside of you until you feel him bottom out. He genuinely tries to be gentle at first moving at an almost agonizingly slow pace. 

“Honey”, you drift your hands up to his hair, brushing it out of his face. “You can move a little faster.” His eyes glance at you apprehensively. “It’s ok. I want you to. I need you to.”

Eddie keeps his gaze locked on you as he starts thrusting into you a bit more rapidly. You close your eyes throwing your head back on the pillow behind you. “Yes, Eddie. Just like that. Don’t stop, baby. It feels so good.”

He leans his head down towards your breasts, flicking his tongue along your nipple making your pussy clench around him. “Fuck… oh my god.” Without his mouth leaving your body, he wraps his arms around your back, leaning back on his heels, bringing you up to him. 

You hold his head against you, crying out as he continues to suck and nibble on your chest. You lean back slightly grinding up on his cock as fast as your hips will allow. 

“Eddie—”

“I know. F-fuck I know. I can feel you so fucking tight around me.”

You push yourself back up towards him and cup his cheeks in your hands forcing him to look at you. “I want you to cum with me, baby. Please.” Eddie grunts in response, lifting you up, and shoving you back down on the bed. He thrusts into you so fast that the headboard starts banging into the wall. He watches your face as he brings you to your fourth orgasm. The sound of you shouting his name over and over again echoes through the room. Eddie’s hips start to sputter as he cums with you, spurting his warm seed deep inside your body.

He lays his head on your chest, his body falling against you. You both are panting trying to catch your breath. You guys lay there like that for a while with you petting Eddie’s head lazily. After a few minutes, he slowly gets up onto his hands, trying his best to be careful as he slides out of your now extremely sore pussy.

“Ow. Ow ow ow.” You bite your lip as you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying. Hang on.” Eddie disappears out of the room and when he returns, he has a bottle of water in one hand and a soft, damp hand towel in the other. He hands you the bottle that you take graciously, chugging half of it down. He runs the towel between your legs, cleaning you, and you can’t help but sigh at the cold feel it against your aching area. 

You lean your head on his sweaty shoulder, handing him the bottle. Eddie throws the hand towel into the darkness of the room and chugs the rest of the water. He glances to look at you and chuckles slightly when he notices your beaming up at him from his shoulder with a cute smile on your bliss filled face. 

“Thank you.” You reach out to loop your hand in his. 

“For what?”

“Just…being you.” He giggles as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

“Yeah, ok. Let’s have this conversation again in like 10 years and see if you’re still feeling the same.”

Your smile expands as you roll your eyes. “That’s funny, Mr. Munson. That you think it will take 10 years for me to get annoyed with you.”

“Oh, oh ok. I see how it is.”

He wraps his arms around you pulling, you against him as he lays back down. It isn’t long before you hear him snoring above you. You quietly lean down, pulling the blankets up to cover you both. Nestling back in the nook of his arm, you hug him as close to your body as you can before you close your eyes to dream of tomorrow. 

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A/N: The song they dance to :)

[corrodedcoughin]

ok ok ok ive seen a lot of rockstar eddie and bodyguard steve (and dont get me wrong i LOVE that) BUT-hear me out- Rockstar Eddie Munson and his private jet pilot Steve Harrington 👀

Steve with the pilot uniform, Steve with the aviators, Steve asking Eddie if he wants to see the cockpit and Eddie giving him the most awful grin and saying ‘only if it’s yours’ Robin is Steve’s copilot!!!! and argyle is the flight attendant!!!! Okay so hear me out:

The thing is Steve wasn’t Eddie’s regular pilot, he’s used to seeing Nancy and Johnathan waving to him from the cockpit but after Johnathan and Argyle got together they have to split their routes. So when Eddie is walking up the runway and sees a pilot’s back that he definitely knows isn’t Johnathan he gets a bit edgy, doesn’t know if he’ll take to this new guy and if these pilots will have preconceived notions of Eddie and the band.

But then the pilot turns around, hat tucked under his elbow and gives a lazy two finger salute and a smile to Eddie and that’s it. Eddies done. Hook, line and sinker. He stops in his tracks and Gareth stumbles right into his back ‘dude what the fu-‘

‘Sorry, sorry man, just saw an Angel on earth. Hey I didn’t die on the way to the airport did I?’

Gareth looks back to the rest of the band ‘guys watch it, our fearless leader has a crush. Get ready for a change to the heartbreak set list again’. Eddie turns to protest and is met by a slew of abuse. He’s not that bad. Maybe. Possibly. Okay so there was one time!…maybe two…three at a push! Eddie doesn’t have time to think before Argyle is shouting to him

‘hey my dudes! Welcome back to the sky boat. As frequent flyers I can trust to all to respect the airways and they’ll respect you. I provide the peanuts you provide the music. We’ll be in for a sweet ride’

Eddie gives him a slap on the shoulder before sliding up to the pilot and thrusting his hand out, ‘hi. Eddie munson. Are you my stairway to heaven?’ The copilot, name of Robin embroidered onto her uniform, let’s out a wonderfully evil laugh as the pilot grips Eddie’s hand

‘ahoy there guys, if you are ready to explore the skies I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington’. Steve is already kicking himself. ahoy there??? Ahoy??? What is he a sailor??? A sailor who can’t even speak to pretty boys?? Hes a professional but clearly his brain doesn’t care! He knows Robin is going to give him so much shit for this as soon as they are alone. It’s quickly forgotten when Eddie takes Steve’s hand up to his mouth, giving it a quick kiss ‘it would be an honor’ and he makes his way into the plane. The band spend the rest of the flight taking each other’s hands and planting sloppy kisses on them, making sure Eddie knows exactly how ridiculous he looked

[mhathings]

Study Date

Tenya Iida x GN! Reader

Warnings : NSFW, no plot, handjobs, cumming in pants, college AU, light dom/sub, very light dirty talk, overstimulation, marking

Summary : What starts as a study date with Tenya ends up with him cumming in his pants.

Word Count : 1.1K

NSFW below the cut

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It started as something simple - something innocent. A study date with the smartest guy in your class, probably the smartest guy at the entire college, who just so happened to be your boyfriend, Tenya. You were long past name formalities, having been high-school sweethearts that carried their relationship into college. That aside, what was supposed to be a study date was something much less wholesome now, your books and pens and paper tossed to the side to focus more on the task at hand.

That task at hand was Tenya sitting next to you against the headboard, upper-bodies turned to lock lips and tongue together in a very heated and very sloppy, impromptu make-out session. You had begged Tenya for just a little break from studying, and he made the mistake of relenting.

Now he was putty in your hands, studying long forgotten.

You couldn’t help yourself as you placed your hand onto the noticeable strain on his shorts, applying just a bit of pressure onto his clothed cock. He jolted slightly, his lips breaking away from yours as he groaned, face flushing a bright red as he rutted into your hand slightly. You thoroughly enjoyed seeing his flushed expressions. No matter how many times you’ve done sexual things he was so sensitive, reacted so well for you.

You especially appreciated him now — flushed face, just about drooling, rutting into your palm for any sort of friction. He preferred to be on top, to be in control, so you savored these moments.

You removed some pressure, keeping your hand there but not giving enough to please him. He whined, much to his own embarrassment, looking at you with pleading eyes. You looked back at him, a smile playing on your lips. “What? You need something?” He dropped his head to your shoulder, huffing and mumbling something into your shoulder.

“Hmm? What was that? Speak up, Ten.” You replied teasingly, further flustering him. “Need you, please, need it so bad.” He said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. You shivered at the attention. “Need me to what?” “Make me cum, please.” He managed. He only ever spoke slightly vulgar in these kinds of situations, and you loved to see hard far you could push it.

“Want me to stroke your cock till you cum, yeah?” He nodded, and you could feel the heat from his face. “Say it to me.” He whined, again, grabbing onto your waist to ground himself. He was silent for a moment, so you applied a bit more pressure. He cracked instantly. “Please, god, stroke my cock still I cum, please?” You grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “Of course, love. Pants off.” He quickly, and excitedly, pushed his pants off, but you stop him before he gets his boxers off. “Keep them on.” He looked at you, confused. “I wanna make you cum in them. That ok?” He nodded so quickly his glass almost flew off, and you giggled at his enthusiasm.

Tenya let his shorts fall off the side of his bed, making a mental note to pick them up later, and sat back on the headboard, waiting. You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder so you can watch. You wrap your hand around his clothed shaft, the thin cotton wetted by the generous amount of pre-cum he was leaking. You could see the large wet patch at the tip, turning the blue of his boxers dark. “You look so good like this. So hot.” He bucked his hips slightly at your words, groaning slightly.

You decide he’s have enough teasing, starting to stroke him up and down through the slicked material. You give it a twist towards the tip, just how you know he likes it. You pressed open mouth kisses to his neck, sucking and biting here and there. Usually he’d warn you to not leave any lasting marks, but he’s far to busy fucking into your hand and making indignified noises. It’s not very long before he speaks up again, voice thick with lust and pleasure with an undertone of embarrassment. “I’m not — fuck — I’m not gonna last very long.” And you grin against the already-forming bruises that liter his neck and collarbone. “That’s ok, Ten.” You’re not surprised by his admission, you know he’s prefers not to touch himself and it’s been a while since you’ve touched him. This is likely the first release he’s had in weeks, he’s far to busy.

After his acknowledgment it’s not less then a couple of minutes before he’s gasping out slurred words that vaguely resemble ‘cumming’ among other things. You pull the fabric taunt over his tip on a down stroke right as he starts the cum, the thick liquid bubbling and soaking into the fabric as some of it shoots through the fabric, strings of cum forgotten to both of you as they land elsewhere.

You stroke him through his release until he’s oversensitive and blubbering, and only then do you stop when it starts to border in painful. You let him come down from his high, regulate his breathing and readjust his glasses and try to fix his hair. When you deem him fit enough to talk, you do. “How was that? Good?” He nods, boneless and spent. “Thank you. I love you.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, one he quickly returns. “I love you too. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He nods, getting up and disappearing into his bathroom to clean himself.

You worry about cleaning up the bed area, noticing the fact that there’s cum not only on the blanket but also yours and his books. Your not sure exactly how you’re supposed to clean that, so you wait the ask Tenya about it. You looked over to the bathroom quickly as he rushed out, stained boxers pulled down to his mid-thigh, leaving nothing to the imagination as your eyes trained on his soft member and the dark blue, trimmed pubes the accompany it, then they quickly snap up to his face. He’s red, both embarrassed and angry red. Your confused until he points to his neck, littered with purple and red marks, some worse then others, but several that are very prominent.

“How am I supposed to hide these?” He nearly whines, embarrassed at the thought of anyone seeing them. What if his mother came for an impromptu visit? Or one of his professors saw? He’d die from embarrassment is someone made a comment about it. You shrugged, unfazed. “Wear a turtle neck. They look good on you, win-win. Plus I literally had to, you look so good all marked up.” You said, grinning as he flusters. “Also, you came on our books. And the blanket. But more importantly the books.” He’s basically entirely red at this point, and he grumbles as he goes disappears back into the bathroom the finish cleaning himself. You giggle on the bed, settling into the bed, making sure to avoid messy areas.

You love messing with him more then anything.

[laysean87]

Believe in Magic Yet? - a Young Justice fanfic

Author Notes: This takes place sometime in Young Justice - Season 1 - after Zatanna joins the Team

This rough draft of a short story is loosely based on an old Garfield comic strip, and my attempt at comedy. I originally uploaded a version of this on Tumblr, which was meant to be dialogue only (albeit with some sparse action descriptions, couldn't be helped), as something of a psuedo-script. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this short. They are the properties of their respective owners.

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"So, Zee, you're into magic, right?" Wally said as he sat down next to Zatanna inside the kitchen of Mount Justice. In front of him was a bowl full of a variety of potato chips, pretzels, popcorn and other types of food he was prepared to make history. "Sorcery and the whole bit?"

The dark haired mage looked up from her salad plate. "What about it, Wally?"

"How about you show me one of your favorite spells to use. Presumably if there's a guy you find... cute." The emphasis on the last word was followed by a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Zatanna tilted her head. "I thought you didn't believe in stuff like magic."

Wally held up a hand. "I don't. But... just for the sake of curiosity... What's your favorite spell to use for fun? Humor me."

"You really wanna know?"

"Yeah, I do. C'mon, babe. Show me something, anything, I don't care what it is." He then took a few potato chips from his bowl and toss them into his mouth like a pig, gorging them in a sloppy manner. He was thinking that he would be entertained somewhat.

It was then that Zatanna then got an idea. Her mouth turned upward into a tight lipped smile. This would make a nice joke to pull on him. It would serve him right for trying to low-key hit on her, besides. "Ok, then. Otatop spihc emoceb god doof!"

Wally, with his mouth completely full, was about to ask what spell she had just performed when the food inside his mouth completely changed. Not to mention his face when his taste buds realized what he was eating now.

"Dog food?!" He spat out the chewed up bits of dog food from his mouth on the kitchen floor and started coughing. Afterwards, he wiped some saliva from his mouth before glaring at Zatanna.

"That is SO not funny!" The speedster then snatched a bottle of water and began to drink it to wash out the remains of what was left on his tongue.

Zatanna simply pointed at the water bottle. "Retaw emoceb toh ecuas!"

It didn't take long for Wally to see what she had done next. Spitting out what was in his mouth, he looked at what he thought was a water bottle. "AHH! HOT SAUCE!" He jumped out of his seat and ran back and forth around the kitchen island.

"Believe in magic yet?" Zatanna asked with a smirk.

Wally was too busy panicking to hear what she said, and he didn't care, either. He fanned his hands in the direction of his mouth to cool his tongue. It didn't help, as his mouth still felt like someone had caused it to burst into flames.

"AHHMYTONGUEISBURNINGMYTONGUEISBURNINGMYTONGUEISBURNINGAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Thinking quickly, he opened the refrigerator door, only to find there was nothing cold to drink. So he ran over to the kitchen sink.

"Nehctik knis sepip golc pu!"

Frantically, Wally turned the cold water knob, but nothing come out of the faucet. It was somehow clogged up.

"AWW MAN!" he shouted.

Desperate, he darted past Artemis who just entered the kitchen and down the corridor towards the nearest restroom. "GANGWAY!"

Artemis looked on in confusion over her shoulder. "Um... what the hell just..."

She then saw Zatanna innocently blink her eyes while sitting in her chair with her salad, as though nothing happened.

Placing her hands in a gesture of dismissal, the blonde teen archer turned and walked away. "You know what? Never mind. I don't even wanna know."

[goldenboygate]

just a tipsy first kiss carlando drabble

I'm not a gin person myself unless you put it in a cocktail glass and add something shiny to it, then I'm definitely drinking it, and I would bet that Lando's the same. Put enough shiny or colourful objects to distract him, and he'll be drunk in no time. Carlos would steady himself a bit more; he's a man of culture, after all. He is no stranger to a tumbler of some fine distilled spirits and has Lando to take care of; he can't get too drunk.

He's probably just a bit tipsy when he decides it's time for Lando to go to bed; it takes about six tries to even get Lando to stand up, so Carlos just ends up flinging him over his shoulder and walking to his bedroom. Lando has a lot of things to say as soon as his head hits the mattress.

"When will we get flying cars in F1?"

"Do you think Andreas is hung?" (It's been on his mind quite a lot after he realised how big his feet and hands are).

"Gotta send Kimi a thank you card for the gin; it was good", he barely manages to say through hiccups.

"Can i taste you?"

The last question is muffled because Carlos is trying his hardest to get Lando's hoodie over his head, so he's not sure he heard right. He's wide-eyed and blushing a bit, something he rarely does but Lando, well, Lando has that kind of effect on him. he splutters out a 'what?' hoping Lando still has the liquid courage to ask him again.

"I like the gin. I like you. You were drinking gin. So can I taste you?" Lando's sitting on the edge of the bed now. He's not slurring. He doesn't have a sloppy grin indicating how much alcohol he's had through the night. Right now, he's meticulous, his green eyes locked with Carlos' brown ones, heartfelt, honest and passionate. His tongue darts out and licks the corners of his mouth, a tick he has, but Carlos is sure that right now, it's not an involuntary gesture but a game.

He bites his lips, a no on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't want to take advantage. but Lando knows; he senses these things. He knows Carlos, probably better than Carlos knows himself. And so he gets up, doesn't wobble, and doesn't allow himself even though he knows the effect alcohol can have on your balance. He wants this; he knows what he's doing. at this moment, like any other, he's hopelessly head over heels in love with the man standing before him. Dry gin or not.

And so he starts slowly, tracing Carlos' jaw with his thumb. The contact is light and feathery, but Carlos shudders nonetheless. It feels heavy, like three years' worth of tempting gazes and insecure touches of arms, knees and backs. Carlos has his eyes closed, and his breathing is a bit uneasy, but when Lando presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he immediately opens them. He allows himself to caress Lando's face, stroking his cheek in a way he never thought he'd be able to. "I'm gonna kiss you now, ok, Lando?"

"Ok."

And as their lips meet, it's soft and warm at first; their lips find an easy rhythm quickly like they have never done anything else. It holds years of intimacy, affection and passion. A kiss and a fall into each other's arms. A kiss and a fall into eternity.

[classic-caldwell-moment]

Drunk Aiden x Lawan shenanigans? Yes, it's time for that folks! Oh dear...

Title: "Hair Dye + Aiden = ?"

Category: Fluff.

Warnings: Drinking.

Summary: After a small game of drunken "What I Like About You", Lawan and Aiden get a terrible idea.

"I've always liked- Yur- Your smile.", Aiden tilted his head curiously and poked the sides of his mouth with a drunken giggle, "This one?" he asked, Lawan nodded and brushed hair from her eyes, reaching a hand out to playfully pull at the corners of his mouty, "That one- Sooo...Cut- Cute!" she slurred, kissing the tip of his nose and chuckling, "M'kay- Your turn...What do yo- You like about me?" she asked as she pulled away; propping herself up on her elbows slightly in their bed, eyeing the pilgrim happily.

The drunk man seemed lost in thought, there were many things he liked about Lawan, "Uh...That- That's a haaard one." Aiden muttered, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck, clearly thinking far too hard about this, "S- Is it really that h- Hard to find somethin' you like about me?" Lawan teased, patting his shoulder and bringing him away from 'Aiden Brain Land', he blinked and grinned, "Your...Hands.", Lawan snorted and burst out laughing, holding her hands up to his face, "They're g- Gross!" she retorted, cupping Aiden's cheeks and looking him over as if in disbelief of his answer.

"N- Nah! I like the, uh, way they feeeel!" he hummed, face smushed up in Lawan's palms as she prodded his cheeks and nose, "Nice...Texture-" he continued, "Texture Shmexture!" Lawan giggled, kissing his forehead and pushing him back down onto the mattress, "Ok- Okay! My turn- Um...I like- Your...Big eyes." she huffed, Aiden raised a brow and rubbed his eyes, "Are they- That big?" he asked, seeming almost hurt, Lawan chuckled and combed through his hair, "No- N- No. No. They're like- Uh, big with life, j- Joy- Y'know?", "Ohh! Makes sense..." the pilgrim murmured, clumsy smile spreading across his face.

The two seemed to forget what game they were playing for a brief moment, staring at nothing in particular, before Lawan blinked and grinned back at him, "Uh- Your turn! Remember?" she asked, Aiden's eyebrows furrowed and he nodded quickly, "Oh- Ye- Yeah! Yeah...Hm. Okay." he absently looked Lawan over, touching the sides of her face like she had done to him moments ago, before settling his hands in her hair, "Ohh! Y- Yes. Ye- I like thisss." Aiden said with a cheesy grin, "PSH- What?", "Your hhhair. It's- So pretty- I've always wanted...Pretty hair." he murmured, playing with strands of Lawan's thick hair; she seemed confused, cheeks warm and flushed, before a thought crossed her mind.

"I can- Give you pretty hair.", the pilgrim tilted his head once again, his eyes bubbling with curiosity, "How- How can you...Do that...?" he spoke with a soft tone, still playing with Lawan's hair between his fingers like it was a brand new toy, "Hair Dye." she responded in a matter of fact tone, gesturing to the purple streaks in her hair with a sloppy smile, Aiden's eyes widened and he grinned excitedly, "Re- Really? Can- Uh. Can you?" he asked, pulling his fingers from her hair to cup her warm face and squeeze her cheeks together, a bit too roughly if Lawan had to be honest, but she wasn't gonna discourage him from displaying affection, "Uh- Yeaah!" she snorted.

And that's where it left them, Lawan clumsily positioning Aiden in front of the cracked bathroom mirror, in the low light of UV lamps, trying to figure out drunkenly if the hair dye she owned was expired or not, "Are y- You gonna or...?" the man asked impatiently, drumming his fingers against the sink and giggling when Lawan jabbed his ribs in annoyance, "H- Hold on. Gimmie a second!" she huffed, sticking her tongue out at him in the purple tinted mirror, he returned the gesture in kind, almost spitting into the sink and coughing loudly, "M'kay. M'kay. I think- It's uh, good. You ready?" Lawan shook the hair dye from the box and tilted the bottle to the side, Aiden was still busy coughing up his left lung but, he offered her a shaky thumbs up.

"Psh- M'kay! You're gonna...Be so ridiculously handsome-" she giggled as she poured the hair dye into her gloved hand, staring at the glove when she realised there was a huge tear in it, "Uhhh. Um- Anyway, ready?", Aiden nodded, finally having stopped hacking up his entire organs and will to live, "I th- Thought I was...Already handsome!" he teased, grinning at her through the mirror, Lawan huffed and began to cautiously apply purple dye to his short hair with her fingers, "Yooou know what I meant!" she rolled her eyes and poked the sides of his head playfully, "Ow!", "Don't- Be a dick and then I won't pppoke your fuckin' brain out!" she snickered; peering at his hair curiously and wondering what the plan here was.

Around an hour passed with the two of them in that small bathroom, they now sat by the bathtub, waiting for the dye to take to Aiden's hair, speaking of him, he had repeatedly tried to eat the left over hair dye since they sat down, "Sttttop-" Lawan kicked the bottle away and shoved his face with a chuckle, "Probably- Tttastes fine." he licked her hand and grinned, "EW. YOU- YOU'RE FU- FUCKIN- GROSS!" Lawan hiccuped, furiously wiping her gloveless hand on her shirt and flipping him off, "My fuckin'...Head itches..." as always, Aiden had drifted from one topic to the next, "S' probably done then. Gonna have to wash your hair now." Lawan hummed, checking his scalp and sighing, "We don't- Have water- Pipes are...Frozen.", the woman checking his head groaned loudly and kissed his temple, "I fucking- Know- I knnnowww. My goooddd- I'll fucking get my water bottle or something-" she tossed her hands up with a huff.

"Mm...Yeah, sure, fuckin' waterboard me mommy-" Aiden muttered in a mocking tone, flipping her off and bursting out laughing when he saw the confused and annoyed expression on his partners face, "It's fuckin' tempting at this point-" Lawan scoffed and was just about to rise to her feet when somebody knocked on the bathroom door, "Hey- You two okay? Been on a drinking binge or something? Without me?", Lawan stared awkwardly at the door and Aiden looked just as supriaed, Hakon pushed open the door and peered in, large smile falling when he saw the purple hair dye across the floor, down Lawan's shirt, and...on Aiden's head, "Pour l'amour de la merde...Y'know, this is why I don't fucking let you two drink together." he sighed, softly headbutting the door frame, "Out, now." the frenchman gestured to the corridor behind him.

"I've got to fix whatever you've done to our poor fucking pilgrim.".

[petersspidey]

Laundry Day

Summary: Y/N needs help carrying her laundry down to the laundry room and Bucky steps in to save the day. But he also has a load of his own ;)

Warnings: a lot of smut

Word Count: 3154 (its so long wtf)

MASTERLIST

Sometimes you hated Tony.

Like when he was overly cocky, and almost ruining your missions but somehow coming out the hero. Or when he tells the team something you didn't want all of them to know.

But you have never hated him more than when he put the laundry in the basement of the Avengers compound. You argued with him when he was first building it. He put your room on the top floor in the furthest possible wing from the laundry and unlike almost all of the Avengers you did not have super strength. So carrying your laundry across the entire building and down eight flights was not exactly easy.

So every two weeks you would spend 15 minutes just getting your dirty laundry from your room down to the laundry room, cursing Tony's name every time.

So there you were, the second Sunday of every month leaving your room, with an overflowing basket of laundry in your hand. As soon as you opened your door it felt like you ran into a brick wall. You toppled backward landing on your ass, and you had completely dropped your basket. Your clothes had spilled everywhere.

You sighed, and looked up.

"Sorry, Y/N." Bucky said

He bent down, starting to help you pick up your clothes.

"It's ok," you sighed, joining him in placing everything back into the basket.

"What were you doing standing outside my room anyway?" you asked

"I wasn't standing outside your room … I just happened to be walking past right as you opened your door."

You laughed, "ok Buck. Whatever you say."

He huffed in frustration. You always knew how to get under his skin, but he also knew how to get under yours.

Bucky helped you pick up the last few items of your laundry, when he held up something in front of your face.

You black lace thong. Your eyes widened, and you quickly snatched it from his hands.

You quickly threw the last things into your basket, and stood up.

"Well, thanks for the help. I gotta go."

You tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. Your cheeks burning red over the fact that Bucky just had your dirty underwear in his hand. But, your basket once again held you back. You lifted it, but had to walk slowly, barely able to see over the top of the mountain of clothes.

"Do you need some help?" Bucky asked, watching you walk away

"Nope. I'm good," you yelled back.

Bucky eyed you for a second, before turning to walk away. You continued down the hall, slowly making your way to the elevator. After barely making it anywhere. You placed the basket down for a moment, resting your arms. You stretched your back, and before you could bend down again to scoop up your basket Bucky was standing beside you, reaching down to grab it.

"I said I didn't need help," you said

"Yeah, and as much fun as it was watching you struggle to carry this and need to take a break five seconds in, I figured I'd just lend you a hand," he said

"Well it's not my fault I'm not a supersoldier like you," you muttered

Bucky chuckled and started walking down the hall toward the elevator.

"You carry this by yourself every week? How do you go through so many clothes?" he asked

"Well, every other week. But, yes."

"And! This is not an abnormal amount of clothes for two weeks, thank you very much." you continued

"You know, if you did laundry every week you might not have such an issue getting down to the laundry room." Bucky said, smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever, Barnes."

"You're just upset because you know I'm right."

As you approached the elevator, you pressed the button and Bucky put your laundry down.

"Thanks, I think I've got it from here," you said.

The elevator doors opened, and once again, before you could grab your basket Bucky managed to get a hold of it first.

"Really, Bucky. It's ok I'll be fine from here."

"Are you forgetting about the long hallway downstairs?" He said, stepping onto the elevator with your clothes.

You huffed, and followed him on.

"I'm a big girl. I can do it myself."

The doors closed and you began to descend.

"Oh don't get your little lacy panties in a twist,  I wasn't doing anything else I don't mind giving you a hand." Bucky said, smirking at you, knowing exactly how you'd react.

Your face became red again.

"Don't talk about my underwear."

"If you don't want me talking about your underwear maybe you should move the hot pink g-string that you have sitting at the top of your basket."

You lightly gasp, and reach over, pulling the pair off the top and shoving them down the side of your basket.

Bucky chuckled again. Knowing he was embarrassing you.

The elevator stopped, and you both stepped off into the basement, heading down the long hall to the laundry room.

"You must've done something to make Tony mad if he put your room so far from the laundry."

"I'm fully convinced he just likes to cause me problems. He probably has FRIDAY watching me on the cameras. I do not doubt one bit that he laughs at me hauling this downstairs twice a month."

Bucky laughed at your statement.

You smiled back at him. You don't see him smile much. It was a good change.

You turn the corner with Bucky. You could see the laundry room door at the end of the hall now. The two of you walk silently until you reach the door. You open it, and Bucky walks in in front of you and places your basket full of clothes down in front of one of the washers.

"Thanks for helping me. Would've taken me twice as long to get down here if I was by myself."

"It's no problem. It's always fun to show off my strength to a pretty lady."

"Oh so I'm a pretty lady?" you teased

Bucky blushed.

You smirked, and opened the washing machine lid. You began loading your clothes in. Bucky stood near you, leaning on the dryer right beside.

"You don't have to wait down here with me," you told him

"I figured I'd just wait and walk back upstairs with you."

"It's really ok, Buck. I usually just hang out down here until my loads are done. It's only a 30 minute cycle."

"Well maybe I'll just hang out down here with you…" Bucky said, as if he was waiting for your permission.

"Sure, I guess. If you really want to."

You filled up one machine, and threw the detergent in, shutting the lid. You moved over to another machine and began putting in a second load.

You heard Bucky chuckling, and turned around to look at him.

"What?" you questioned

"You have so many clothes that you have to use two washing machines." He said, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever Barnes. It's because unlike you, I don't wear the same Henley's and jeans every day."

"No, you wear different coloured thongs every day." he teased

You finished placing all the laundry in the machine, and left your basket on the floor.

You walked back toward where Bucky was standing and jumped up onto one of the empty machines, sitting on the lid.

"You really just sit down here on top of a dryer waiting by yourself? You know there's a table and chairs right there." Bucky said

"Usually, yeah. Sometimes I bring a book down, but it's nice and quiet down here…" you started

"Well, usually I'll sit on top of one of the washing machines that I'm using, and not the empty dryer," you added, knowing exactly what you were insinuating.

Bucky's eyes shot up to you. "What?" he asked, thinking he hadn't heard you right.

"You heard me." you confirmed

"Well, alright. So why aren't you sitting on one of those today?"

"Well, usually only something I do while I'm down here alone."

"Don't be shy, doll."

Something about the way Bucky said doll, made you squirm. You hesitated for a second before you got off the dryer, and walked toward the machine that you had just turned on, climbing on top of it. You sat, letting your legs hang over the edge, eyes on Bucky.

The vibrations from the machine were shooting through you, pulsating right to your center. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. You could hear Bucky walking closer, he lightly spread your legs and stood in between them. You opened your eyes. Bucky's face was inches from yours. He leaned in closer, taking either side of your face in his hands. You expected his metal hand to be cold against your face, but it was almost as warm as his other.

He looked you in the eyes, before bringing your face towards his, pressing a sloppy kiss against your mouth (ok but think Endings, Beginnings kiss - his character with Shailene Woodly). You leaned into the kiss, opening your mouth more, allowing him to slide his tongue inside. You wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could. The vibrations from the machine, still sending pulses right to your core.

You could already feel yourself getting more wet by the second. Bucky's mouth on yours mixed with the feeling of the machine below you. You needed more. You ran your hands down Bucky's body, reaching underneath his shirt to feel his skin. Bucky ran his hands over you, one of his fingers grazing against you hard nipple poking through your shirt. You moaned into his kiss.

Bucky slid his hands under your shirt and began lifting it. You raised your arms over your head, allowing him to take your shirt off. You broke your kiss as he lifted your shirt over your head. He stared at your bare chest as he threw your shirt to the side. You pulled him close, shoving your lips back against his.

His hands roamed your bare back, holding you tight against him. He began kissing down your neck, toward your chest. You leaned back on your hands, allowing him easier access to your hard nipples.

You moaned, and allowed your head to fall back as he swirled his tongue around your breast. His hands fumbled with the buttons on your jeans, undoing the zipper. He pulled away, and urged you to lift up your bottom so he could rip your jeans from your legs.

He tossed them aside, and looked at you sitting in only your underwear. He smirked, seeing how wet they were.

"Granny panties?" he questioned

"Shut up, all my good pairs are in the laundry." you said, taking your panties off yourself, leaving you completely exposed. He stood, looking at you, enjoying the sight. You looked down and saw his cock fighting against the zipper of his jeans.

Bucky groaned before touching you.

"Lie down," he ordered, placing one hand on your chest, getting you to lie your back completely flat on the machine.

You twitched as your bare back hit the cold metal of the washer, before settling in.

You looked down at Bucky, just as he was bending over placing a long lick against your slit. You moaned loudly, not expecting him to do that. He looked up at you as he placed another lick, taking in your wetness.

He saw the look of ecstasy on your face and took it as a sign to keep going. He dove into your pussy, face first. You gasped, and arched your back, only pressing your wetness deeper into Bucky's face. Bucky teased you, leaving small, gentle strokes along your clit.

You wrapped your legs tight around his head, "stop teasing me," you begged

You could feel him smirk, "anything for you, doll."

Bucky began pressing his tongue harder against your clit. Moving it up, down, and in circles. You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair.

The vibrations from the machine and his tongue on you were too much. You began thrusting up against his face. You wanted nothing more than him inside of you.

"Buck, please." you moaned

Bucky brought one of his hands up toward your breast. He kneaded it in his hand as his tongue dove around your pussy. He flicked your hard nipple between his fingers. You cried out in pleasure. You could feel your orgasm building.

"Don't stop, i'm so close," you whined out

Bucky didn't stop. He continued sucking on your clit until you could feel your walls come crashing down. You pulled on his har, and tighten your legs around his head as he continued through your orgasm.

When you finally calmed down, you slowly let your grip on him go. You were panting, lying back on the still vibrating washing machine, staring at the ceiling, taking in that feeling of ecstasy.

Bucky stood up and stared at you. He loved the sight of you. You were panting, cheeks red, a total mess. All for him.

Bucky looked around, thinking of how and where he was going to fuck you. He eyed the table.

"Get up, doll." he told you

You sat up, breathless, "Why,"

"Machine's too tall, beautiful. Can't fuck you up there."

Just hearing Bucky say that made your pussy twitch. He placed either hand on your hips and helped you down. You stood, leaning against the washing machine as Bucky began undressing in front of you.

He tossed his shirt to the side, and began taking his pants down. He stood in front of you in only his underwear.

"Take them off," you begged

Bucky gave you a smug look before pulling them down as well.

You moaned, just at the sight of him. You hadn't realized that the supersoldier serum would affect that part of him as well.

You moved toward him, taking his huge cock in your hand. You ran your finger over his tip, precum already leaking out

"Fuck," he muttered

"That's the idea," you said.

Bucky gripped your hips tight, shoving you toward the table in the corner of the room. He lifted you up and sat you down on the edge.

"Lean back, so I can shove my dick in you." he ordered

You obeyed. Lying flat on the table, bringing your heels up so they were resting on the table as well. You kept your eyes on Bucky, he traced his finger up and down between your folds. You twitched at the smallest touch.

"Please," you whined

Bucky grinned at you, before taking his cock in his hand, and lightly brushing it up against you.

Bucky lined himself up with your entrance, and slowly slid inside. You cried out in pleasure the deeper he got. You felt so tight with his massive cock. You watched Bucky push the rest of himself in. He shot his head back, mouth open, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he said breathlessly

You both stayed still, taking in the feeling of Bucky stretching you out. He pulled you closer to him, taking either of your legs and putting them over his shoulders. When he pulled you tight against him, you could feel him get even deeper inside of you.

Bucky slowly began to rock in and out of you. The feeling overwhelming. You couldn't hold in your moans. Never had it felt so good to have someone so close and so deep inside of you.

You shot your hand down to your clit, moving it slowly between your fingers as Bucky began to pick up his pace. You already knew it wasn't going to take much for you to come again, especially with how Bucky was moving in and out of you.

Bucky slowed his pace, sliding out of you, and then pushing back in hard. You circled your clit harder as he continued thrusting in and out.

He pushed in, and you moaned hard, arching your back.

"Right there, don't stop." you said

Bucky kept his pace, thrusting in and out. He knew you were close to coming again.

"Such a good girl," he said to you

Hearing Bucky call you that was enough. You circled your clit twice more before your walls came crashing down. Your other hand gripped the side of the table.

"Oh my god,"

Your pussy twitched around his dick, but he didn't stop moving. He continued fucking you through your orgasm.

You groaned, knowing if he kept going like this another orgasm wouldn't be far behind. Both your arms were spread, gripping different ends of the table. Bucky brought his hand down to your clit. Running his thumb over it, over, and over, and over again.

Bucky rocked his hips into you, thrusting hard and fast. You moaned every time you felt him hit deep inside of you, his thumb still running over your clit. Your walls clenched against his dick once more. That was exactly what he needed. Bucky threw his head back, pulling himself out of you, spurting his come all over your stomach.

Bucky stood in front of you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders. you were still lying back on the table. Both of you stayed silent, trying to catch your breath.

The washing machine began to sing.

"Guess you got three loads done today," Bucky joked, cracking a small grin, looking down at you.

"Oh my god." you said, rolling your eyes at his awful joke.

Bucky held out his hand to you, offering to help you off the table. You grabbed his hand, and stood up. Your faces were only a few inches from each other.

"We should probably clean you up," Bucky said, not taking his eyes off of you.

You sighed, as Bucky turned away to grab you a towel from across the room.

You cleaned yourself off, and you both got dressed again. Bucky stayed with you as you switched your laundry from the washing machines into the dryers, 100% eyeing your ass as you bent over.

"Ever sit on top of the dryer?" Bucky joked.

"Too hot," you answered, laughing slightly.

You walked toward Bucky, he was sitting in one of the chairs at the table. He grabbed your hand pulling you close to him. You sat down on his lap, and he gripped your face with one of his hands, placing a long kiss on your lips.

"Maybe I should start helping you with your laundry every week," he stated

"Every other week," you corrected.

"No, darling. Every week."

[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.

[rere-the-writer]

Aaah ok Ive had this in my mind for a bit but can you do Klaus x reader where he rejects the reader and then gets with Caroline (no hate to her she just fits the story) so she leaves for a bit and Klaus realizes he misses the reader (u can pick the ending either angsty or fluffy) XD

Hey who asked for some angst

Warnings- Angst like alot nothing but angst,

A/N: Normally I love Caroline and Klaus together but I just wanted to do some angsty angst

You smooth out the dress you bought for the Mikaelson ball after being invited by both Elijah and Rebekah as they liked you a bit better than your sister Caroline. You had became close friends with Elijah and Rebekah as both were protective of you so when you told them you had feelings for Klaus they were surprised but supportive.

"Tonight is the night." You muttered to yourself looking a mirror seeing the dress you wore. It was a lovely navy that was strapless and how the dress hugged your curves perfectly as Rebekah always told that it only took a the perfect dress to feel like a princess and she was right.

You got to the ball seeing that Elena was here with Damon and Stefan which didn't surprise you. Elijah was by your side in a flash kissing your hand glaring at men that stared too long at you.

"Hi Eli. This is alot of people."

"Yes it seems Niklaus went overboard." Elijah says rubbing your back sensing your nervousness. With encouragement and a few drinks both Rebekah and Elijah sent you to confess to Klaus.

"Hey Klaus.....can we talk?"

"Yes, what is it love?" Klaus asked after leading you to his art studio and you took a deep breath. Your heart was beating loudly as your hands trembled ready to tell Klaus how much you loved him, how all you think was him.

"Klaus....I.....I am whole heartily in love with you. I find myself wondering how I could fall for you only to love you more and I really hope you feel the same."

You breath ready for a kiss or him feeling the same maybe rejection but you weren't ready for him to laugh. Klaus looked at you as you flushed with embarrassment.

"No offense love but you are just one of Rebekah's little friends, Elijah's little human. A thing to pass the time. I don't love you." Klaus tells you as hot tears fell down your face as Klaus watched you seemly unbothered by your tears.

Klaus thought you were just around because you were with Elijah but having you confess your feelings for him. Klaus wasn't going to be with you as he adored Caroline after all Elijah could just pick up the pieces of your heart like the older Original had always done when a girl confessed to the hybrid.

"I don't want my brothers sloppy seconds." Klaus says as the words hit you right in the heart as you turned around picking up your dress running out.

"Darling?" Elijah questioned seeing you leaving the ball tears in your eyes your face red with embarrassment.

"Thanks for the invite....I'll be leaving call you later." You said voice raw with emotion as an unreadable look fell on Elijah's face as he let you leave. Elijah looked seeing Klaus with Caroline who was giggling at his jokes enjoying herself.

Elijah marched over looking like a man on a mission grabbing Klaus and dragging him off to talk not caring that Caroline was calling out for him to stop.

"What is wrong with you!' Elijah growled glaring at Klaus as he threw his younger brother in a chair as both Rebekah and Kol entered the room wondering what was wrong.

"Talking to Caroline is wrong now?"

"No but tell me why, Y/N had left crying?" Elijah said as Rebekah glared at Klaus while the hybrid roll his eyes at Elijah's dramatics.

"It this what you are angry about? If she couldn't handle my rejection then she shouldn't have confessed to me."

"So you decide to break her heart?! Niklaus can be you be any more cruel?!" Elijah said glaring angry with his brother as Rebekah left quickly went to check up on you. Klaus sighed looking at Elijah seeing the rage on his older face.

"What would you have wanted me to do? Lie to her?"

"No but could have let her down gently Nik." Kol said having over heard the whole thing when he was being snoopy.

"Well it has been done now if you excuse me. I need to get back to Caroline."

Your heart felt shattered and you hadn't left your house for a month as Elijah and Rebekah had been coming to see you. You decided to leave unable to face Klaus seeing him with Caroline as you couldn't help but wish you were her.

While a part of you was happy that Klaus was happy but the other part of you wished you had white oak to kill him.

"Now darling, you have my and Rebekah's number. Call if you ever need help."

"I will Eli." You said giving him a weak smile feeling him kiss your head then Rebekah pulled you into her arms hugging you tightly.

"Elijah and I put some money in your account so buy a lot of things for me."

"Okay Beka." You tell her getting one last hug from the blonde and a head kiss from Elijah before getting in your car leaving.

It didn't take Klaus long to notice you were gone along with Caroline which made Klaus wonder where you had gone. Caroline was worried as you were her baby sister but after hounding Rebekah for answers the vampire was upset that you leave over something so petty.

"Where is your little human?" Klaus asked Elijah who was reading a book you recomend him to read.

"She left town. Needed space from you and Caroline." Elijah answered not looking up from the book but he could tell Klaus was frowning.

"She needed space?"

"She loved you and you tore her apart Niklaus. And before ask I have no idea where she nor what she is doing."

Seven months you had been gone and Klaus found hisself missing you. The hybrid hadn't realized before but he really missed your laugh and bright smile that would light up a room. Klaus could help but noticing all the little things you did for him like clean up his studio, bringing him macarons when you learned he loved them.

Klaus noticed how you always went out of you way to make him happy, how you always invited him to join your movie nights with Rebekah. Then Klaus came to realize that everything he loved about Caroline was nothing compared to you as not once did you judged his family for things they done unlike Caroline, not once did you throw his actions back at him like Caroline had done. You had loved him unconditionally unlike Caroline and now you were gone.

"Y/N!" Klaus heard Rebekah squeal making him rush to see you standing there with Rebekah. You were smiling, your hair cut short dressed in a sundress with a white shirt underneath. But the one thing that caught his eye the most was the male vampire with you.

"Beka. Meet Lorenzo St. John but everyone calls him Enzo, my fiancee." You tell her as Klaus felt the air leave his lungs. Elijah came out smiling at Enzo who wrapped an arm around.

"Fiancee? When did this happen?"

"A month ago." You gushed as you went into a story on how you both met as Klaus walked in. The hybrid never noticed before but now he missed the adoring look you had for him.

"Hey Klaus." You say smiling at him as it hit him it didn't hold the same warmth it once had for now you were giving them to Enzo.

"Hello love."

Klaus was angry when Elijah suggested to have your in the garden of the Mikaelson home because Klaus didn't want to watch you marry another. When it came to the day Klaus decided to try to win your heart.

"You look gorgeous love." You heard Klaus say as he stepped in the room seeing you in a slim wedding dress that was long sleeved and tastefully low cut. You had train of lace that was your veil and he couldn't help but feel like he should be marrying you.

"Thank you. How are you and Caroline?"

"We broke up two months ago. I want to apologize for what I said and I realized that I love you." Klaus tells you as you stared at him when you heard the words you wanted to always heard from Klaus. Now you could leave Enzo and be with Klaus but the words he told you when you confessed rang in your thoughts.

You smoothed out your dress walking up to Klaus cupping his cheek watching him leaned into your touch. You almost felt cruel for what you about to do but you remember the pain he caused.

"Sorry Klaus, I don't want my sister's sloppy seconds." You said lowly walking passed him as Klaus felt a lone tear roll down his face while you went off to marry another.