#'When I get out of this chair I'm gonna break my other leg kicking your ass'

[the-unconquered-queen]

Conducting a casual poll because why not

In your opinion, which is/are the most iconic Choices quote(s)? Not your favorites, but the ones that are such standouts that they are immediately recognizable to players as long as they've read the book (or even so legendary that they're recognizable regardless)?

[jiyansthesis]

LEON KENNEDY (post-re4) x reader

summary — you and leon never thought what would lead to the two of you fucking would be a surprise zombie and an aphrodisiac

note — a little something i had in the drafts for a while. i was gonna post it when re4make came out but i totally forgot. might as well post it while im getting traction on my other leon post ^^

tags — smut, aphrodisiac, basically in public, rough, overstimulation, fem bodied reader, fem implied pet names

i am not responsible for any minors that interact + nsfw below the cut

not proofread

"we're gonna get our asses kicked," you groaned, focusing on the scope of your gun which you used to survey your surroundings.

"no, you're gonna get your ass kicked. i can hold my own," leon shot back, trailing ahead of you.

there was a red wash over the two of you as you ran down the hallway, attempting to look for some vials before they get destroyed by the zombies lurking around.

"you don't happen to know where these serums are, do you?" you questioned, a zombie coming out the shadows only for you to quickly aim and fire your gun at its head, it immediately flying backwards to land lifelessly on the floor. "this is like some bad game of whack-a-mole. except without the hammer. and the moles are zombies. and we could possibly die. i'm getting tired of it."

"do you ever stop talking?" he opened a door, revealing a room with cabinets of liquids and something that looked like a chamber with a glass window.

"adding a bit of fun into this mission, leon. i can't just walk around shooting zombies and not have something to say."

he grunted, and went over to the cabinets, grabbing a container of blue liquid.

"this is it. i'll get all of these, you keep watch." you nodded in acknowledgement, considering the fact that leon was your superior.

you peered out the hallway you had come from, saw that it was clear, and shut the door, locking it.

then you decided to go into the connecting room, just in case something was in there.

the red emergency light was still messing with your eyes, and so you turned on your flashlight, scanning the room.

there were more bottles of substances. but it didn't look like the blue ones leon was getting. these ones were a reddish-pink, and had a certain glow to them. you stepped closer to it to examine it, but you swung around as soon as you heard a growl. you unsheathed the dagger around your waist.

the blade lodged in the zombie's throat, your reaction time saving you as usual. it crumpled over, but bumped into the display, causing the cases to break.

you thought it was a liquid, but it was like you could see the cloud of fumes rise from the broken vials. quickly you put a hand over your mouth and nose and ran out the room, but not before you caught a whiff of the strangely sweet, almost sugary flower smell.

you shut the heavy doors behind you, and let out a gasp of air. leon looked towards you, hurrying over as you fell to your knees.

"hey, you alright? what happened?" he held onto your arms, lifting you up and placing you in an office chair.

"th-there was a zombie. i killed it and it. . . it bumped into these flasks of pink stuff." your hands went to wrap around your stomach, a cramp suddenly appearing.

"pink stuff?" he asked

"yeah," you grimaced with pain. "there was this thing that came out of the broken tubes. it was like a gas or something."

"and how are you feeling right now?"

you felt immensely uncomfortable. there was a cramp in your lower abdomen and it felt like something was dripping out of you. your legs squirmed, not liking the feeling of your wet panties.

"i can-can't explain it." you stammered out. you think you know what were in those things, but you didn't want to make it awkward for you and leon. of course, you've known him since raccoon city, and congratulated him when he came back with the president's daughter. but you knew damn well you guys weren't this close.

even if you desperately wished you were.

"it hurts there?" he gestured to your hand over your abdomen, you nodded.

"it might've been something toxic." he glanced around the room at all the computers, lucky enough to find one that was unlocked.

you heard him type away as you shut your eyes. the pain was becoming excruciating, and you didn't know why you felt your crotch throbbing.

not only that, but your thoughts were bunching up, and you couldn't think straight. what were you here for again?

"hey, i think i know what it is." you felt him nudge you. "but you might not like it."

"i think i know what it is too. doesn't take much thinking to find out." you winced as you shifted in your seat.

he raised an eyebrow. "you know?"

"it's obviously an aphrodisiac. there's no other explanation." you slurred out.

"well, it's not a normal one. normal ones wear off with time, but this one. . . you need something for it to wear off. or you might die."

"die!?" you exclaimed, ignoring the pain of you suddenly standing upright. this definitely cleared your mind. "for fucks sake, leon. i didn't want to die from a fucking drug today!"

he let out a breath of air. "it's easily fixable. but i need you to trust me." his voice got a bit more husky.

"i always trust you, leon." you assured him. he hesitated, and slowly lowered you back down on the seat.

his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your tactical pants. "may i?" he looked up to you. never in a million years would you have thought you'd have leon kennedy under you.

you could already tell what had to be done for you to get rid of this feeling, and you gave him the okay. well, at least you get to have one of your fantasies out the way while also avoiding death from aphrodisiac.

he pulled down your pants, quickly followed by your underwear.

"didn't think to tell me about what was happening down here?" he smirked. "you're so wet."

you whined at the cold air, and urged him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

he followed your request, and instead of inching in his fingers like you'd expected, he immediately latched onto your dripping cunt, and you arched your back.

"leon, fuck!" you moaned out, a hand immediately going to grab a handful of his hair.

he hummed in amusement, leading you to clench your thighs around his head. leon quickly moved his hands to grab your plush thighs and spread them apart, locking them in place no matter how hard you tried to escape it.

it was like he wasn't even thinking about the aphrodisiac. it was all for his and your pleasure, rather than as an extremely awkward and embarrassing task that had to be done. or he was just too good at the job at hand.

every stroke of his tongue had your legs shaking, and you pulled at his hair every time he sucked on your clit too hard. it felt like a few minutes before you felt the buildup of something in your stomach, quickly overshadowing the pain you had previously felt.

"leon, m' gonna-"

his hands left your legs and went straight to your pussy. "make a mess for me, baby," he said as your hips bucked up violently and you let out what was almost a scream.

you panted, and you thought that at this point you'd be satisfied, the pain would be gone, and the two of you could put this all behind you and go on your merry way.

but you were wrong. it was like it got even worse.

your thoughts were scrambled, and all you could think about was the bulge in his pants. and it definitely wasn't his gun.

"why'd you have to do. . . all that?" you stammered out. you also realized he called you baby. your cheeks became even hotter.

"can't get my gloves dirty. and i wanted a taste." he winked. "are you feeling better?"

you shook your head, involuntarily grinding against the seat. maybe if you imagined it was his thigh. . . you wouldn't have to ask him to fuck you senseless. you were already shameless enough, with the fact he had just finished eating you out like his final supper, and the effects of the aphrodisiac were not helping.

just the sound of his voice and his smell was enough to send you into a frenzy.

"do you need some more help?" he began unbuckling his pants.

"yes, need mo' help," you whined. you never thought what would get you into leon s. kennedy's pants would have to be a mystery sex drug in a science lab. if you knew, maybe you would've done this way beforehand.

you almost drooled at how big he was. you would've put your lips right around him at that moment, but he was already lining himself up with you entrance.

"you ready, princess?"

"jus' hurry up," you moved your hips closer to him, sliding the tip inside which caused you to whimper. deciding not to let you suffer any longer, he slammed the rest of his throbbing cock inside of you. with every thrust he did, you were a whining, blabbering mess.

"does that feel good?" he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you could tell that the effects of the drug were making you more sensitive.

"s' good leon," you threw your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss, which he quickly reciprocated. he was biting on your lips, his tongue occasionally slipping through your lips.

"i fucking love the sounds you make," he got out once the two of you broke away for air. it was like he was feral and had the aphrodisiac himself, pounding into you without giving you time to breathe.

"fuck, leon, don't stop," you could feel tears streaming down your face as your mouth gaped wide open to let out all your noises.

no doubt you were attracting monsters, but that didn't matter when you had this hot man you've been pinning for for years making you dumb on his cock.

he admired the way he had you already clawing for whatever you could grab a hold on, which was his back, and the look that you gave him.

he'd wanted to fuck you for so long, although that developed from him falling in love after the events in raccoon city. you'd kept him sane, believe it or not.

thank god he had this reason to finally have you under him.

"you gonna cum for me, yeah?" he began relentlessly hitting your g-spot, which had you screaming. he left open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

you didn't answer. or well, you couldn't with how he practically fucked the breath out of you.

not receiving an answer, he quickly took you out the chair and placed you on top of the table. you whined as he pulled out, but were quickly shut up by him thrusting inside of you again.

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, the new angle caused him to almost brush up against your cervix. his hand made its way to your tummy and pressed down on the slight bump, making your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

"hey, pretty girl. i want to hear everything." he persuaded you to place your hands to stabilize yourself on the office desk.

"i-mm, i think i'm gonna make a mess," you warned.

"you gonna come for me? good girl," he praised, and with those words he hungrily pressed his lips to yours, devouring your sounds of ecstasy as you convulsed with your climax.

you started feeling overstimulated, the pain and sensitivity mixing in with the pleasure.

"le-leon, jus' cum in me," you pleaded, feeling your third climax coming already. maybe it was because you were practically intoxicated, or it was because you haven't had sex in so long, but you were almost self-conscious about how short of a time it took for you to cum.

"yeah? you want me to fill you up baby? do i make you feel too good?" a pool of your cum was pooling on the desk.

"yes! wan' you to, wan' you to," you trailed off as he grunted and let out a few soft, low moans, and you felt a warmth seep inside of you.

slowly he pulled out, which still had you twitch, and he looked almost apologetic about that. he searched the place for something to clean you up with, before ripping a piece off an abandoned lab coat, and slowly wiping you up with it. the table on the other hand, required the whole coat to wipe up.

he helped you put your pants back on as you regained and put your thoughts back in order.

"holy shit, we're at least twenty minutes late from meeting up at the extraction point," you checked the watch on your wrist. the two of you scurry to grab all your things as well as what you came here for, and went on your out the building. leon then called chris, who was pissed about the time delay.

as you left, it was strangely silent, as if the two of you had scared the monsters away rather than attract them.

"never thought that'd ever happen," you admitted as the two of you made it outside and to the rendezvous.

"never thought i'd fuck you during a mission in the middle of nowhere." he agreed. "how about dinner later, pretty girl?"

"isn't it a bit late for that?"

"it's never too late to take a lady like you on a fancy date. you deserve it." he shouted as the wind from a helicopter overtook your hearing.

"hmm, i'll think about it!" you grinned, saluting. "nice work out there."

"if that was my real job, i'd be doing it all the time."

[theehoneeybee]

Talking In Your Sleep. Chapter 1.

Talking in Your Sleep - Blue Monday

The new security hire doesn't realise he's in deep. There's more than just abandoned arcade games and dusty decorations at Freddy Fazbears Pizza.

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

Word count: 2.2k

a/n: I haven't written in like a year but the fnaf movie altered by brain chemistry. this series is cross posted on my ao3. lmk what you think!

series m.list

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The halogen lights flickered, lighting up the black grey room, it's peeling walls covered in fake-motivational posters. Dream Big! Work Hard! What bullshit. Mike bounced his leg anxiously. Yet another job gone because of his temper. That was the third one this month. At this point, he had spent more time at the career councillors office than at an actual job. 

"Number 27," the receptionist called out drearily. 

Mike grabbed his jacket and made his way to the councillors office, already dreading the outcome. This councillor wasn't one he had met before. He swivelled around in his chair, skimming through Mike's file with a less than pleased expression plastered on his face. Amongst his cluttered desk strewn with paperwork from the hundreds of others looking for work was a black and gold name tag. Steve Raglan. 

"What is your deal Mike?" he asked, gaze not lifting from the manila folder. "What are you, some kind of headcase?"

Steve reads aloud the incident which landed Mike in his office. It was all a misunderstanding. Mike had seen a confused, lost young boy wandering through the shopping centre, so when a strange man dragged him away, he couldn't sit idle. Of course, he should have talked to the man first instead of immediately brutalising him and traumatising his poor son in the process. He knew that. But at the time, all he could think about was protecting the boy. The loss of Garrett eats away at him. Steve lists out his past jobs. One week. Terminated. Two weeks. Insubordination, terminated. 

"It's like you're not even trying, yet you sit before me asking for help," Steve sounded almost amused. "I'm just trying to figure out who you are, Mr Michael Sch-"

Steve's expression changed. He rereads the last name printed on the page, glances up at Mike, staring at him with an unreadable expression. He gets up to pour himself a cup of coffee with shaky hands and a furrowed brow. 

"I'm going to be brutally honest with you here Mike. Given your track record, your options are gonna be extremely limited." 

"I'll take anything. Any job you've got," Mike bargains but Steve insists it's not that easy. Defeated, Mike gets up to leave before Steve quickly speaks again.

"I have a job for you." Mike sits back down. "It's a security gig. Full disclosure: it's not great. But you only have to worry about one thing, keeping people out. And well, keeping the place tidy but-"

"That's two things," Mike interrupts. 

Steve shrugs. "Do you want the job or not?"

"How's the pay?"

"Not great, but the hours are worse," Steve explained with a smile.

Mike's expression fell, rubbing the back of his neck. He muttered out, "I can't do nights."

Steve chuckled. "That's such a shame." As Mike got up to leave, thanking him, Steve gave him his card.

"In case you change your mind."

-

The roads were always empty at this time of the night. Your car hummed quietly as you made your way to work. 11:48pm, the clock read. These night shifts had really messed up your sleep schedule. You yawned, pulling into the parking lot and stepping outside. The icy breeze ran straight through you, the cheap security vest doing little in the way of warmth. You hugged it tighter to yourself, eager to get inside and escape the cold. Immediately you were hit with the smell of dust and rot, something you had become familiar to over the past weeks. You navigated through the pizzeria, kicking broken glass from the many break-ins out of your way. Even with the curtains drawn shut, as you passed the animatronic show stage you could feel eyes burning into you. The whole place gave off an unsettling vibe. When you had gotten the job, they explained to you the owner was sentimental which is why he kept the place up, rather than demolishing it. You couldn't understand why. As you entered the security office, you grabbed a chair and wedged it under the door handle. It had become routine. Doors would randomly open and more nights than not, footsteps could be heard down the hallway. Yet, you never saw anyone there. You sat down in the cracked leather chair, booting up the monitors to begin yet another long shift. 

You swivelled around in your chair, trying to entertain yourself. Every room in the pizzeria was decked head to toe in cheap Freddy Fazbear merchandise. It left a sour taste in your mouth. As a child, you had spent countless hours in the pizzeria against your will. Instead of paying for childcare, or taking time off work, your parents would just dump you at the pizzeria. After school, weekends, whenever. From open to close. On more than one occasion, you had tried running home only to find the house locked. It was only once you started getting older they gave up on the pizzeria, leaving you at home instead. It was almost ironic that you chose this job after all the time you had spent here, but money is money. On the plus side, you never had to deal with annoying co-workers or rude customers. One by one, the hours slowly ticked by. Tonight was quiet. No sounds of footsteps or random clanging. Everyone was right in their place. Some nights you could've swore you had seen Foxy move. The curtains to Pirate's Cove didn't close properly, allowing you to see inside. Maybe you were just sleep deprived, but one night, about a week ago, it looked like foxy had moved and was staring directly down the camera. It was like they knew you were there. But after you had rubbed your eyes, he was back to normal. The second the clock struck six you were out, avoiding staring at the show stage as you rushed out the door.

-

Mike stared at the phone, idly toying with the business card Steve had given him the day before. He couldn't work nights, that hadn't changed, but he was at a point were that was his only choice. Aunt Jane was trying to take custody of Abby, citing Mike's inability to care for his younger sister and lack of employment. As right as she was, Aunt Jane was a bitch, and there is no way Mike was letting her take custody of Abby. Mike turned around to look at Abby who was sat in front of the TV, drawing as always. Abby didn't talk to Mike much, too absorbed in her drawings and conversations with her imaginary friends. He sighed and dialled in the number, holding the phone up to his ear as he waited for Steve. 

"Hello?" The crackled voice through the phone answered.

"Hi Mr Raglan, it's Mike."

"Mr 'I can't work nights'." Mike could hear Steve's smirk through the phone.

"Right. I was just wondering if that job is still available?"

"Oh, it absolutely is. Why? Have you had a change of heart?"

Mike turns around again to look at Abby. "How soon can I start?"

-

As you were getting ready for work, the phone rings. You answer it, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you struggled to lace up your shoes. "Hello?" you asked.

"Hi, it's Steve Raglan," the man replies. Shocked, you grab the phone properly and sit up.

"Oh, Mr Raglan. What can I do for you?" You prayed to every God in existence that he wasn't firing you. As little as the job paid, you needed every cent. 

Almost like he was reading your mind, Steve replied, "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. But, we are making some changes to the job." You listened anxiously. "We've hired another security guard. Given how big the place is we thought you could use an extra set of hands. He's starting tonight so you'll have to train him but I'm sure you guys are gonna have no problem." Before you could protest, Steve wishes you a good night and hands up. You groan, leaning back in the chair. The solitude was one of the very few things you enjoyed about this job and now that was taken away from you. You snatched your keys and left, slamming the door behind you. 

As you drove the the pizzeria, you wonder what kind of person was desperate enough to take this job. Well, you, but who else? You arrived in the parking lot at the same time as your new co-worker. As soon as he stepped out of the car, you noticed how tired he looked. His dark hair was messy and bags hung heavy under his eyes. He definitely didn't want to be here. The two of you walked silently to the door. You glanced at him and introduced yourself as you unlocked the doors.

"I'm Mike," he replied, barely looking at you. Okay, rude. 

You let him inside and began to give him a rundown of the job. "It's not that hard," you explained. "Ninety percent of the time you're just sitting around watching the monitors. Occasionally I'll clean stuff up or go investigate a noise, but there haven't been any break-ins so far."

As you walk past the show stage, Mike peeks behind the curtains. You smirk and decide to give him a fright. You press the big, red Showtime! button next to the stage. Immediately, colourful lights illuminate the room and loud 80's music plays as the curtains draw back. Mike steps back in shock, watching as the animatronics on stage start to sing and move about. He shoots you a look of annoyance for scaring him. The show is cut short by the fuse box tripping, the lights flicker off and the curtain draws. 

"Amazing, right?" you say sarcastically. "The power here is pretty shitty. If it goes off, there's a breaker. Just flip it off and on and it should work again."

Mike stayed silent as he followed you to the security office. He watched you curiously as you wedged a chair under the door. 

"It's just for safe measure," you explain. He gives you a half-hearted nod and investigates the office. You sighed. It was going to be a long night if this is what he was like. 

You turned on the monitors and showed Mike how to use them. The technology was old and half of the buttons were jammed and caked in dust. It didn't take Mike long to figure out how it worked.

"I'm gonna do a check of all the rooms. Just keep and eye on the cameras and give me call if you see anything," you said. Mike gave you a quite okay, keeping his eyes on the screens. You left and wandered through the abandoned pizzeria. As bad as it sounded, you didn't think he would last. Why was he so unfriendly? Nothing you had said or done was mean yet he was so standoff-ish. The building groaned and the old lights flickered. From down the hallway, you heard a hum. It sounded like someone singing. You stopped in your tracks, pointing the flashlight down the hall. You never heard anyone come in, but something about the song didn't sound human. It was familiar, something you had heard before. You slowly walked away and snuck back into the security room. 

"You okay?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, yeah..." you trailed off. "Yeah I'm fine. Did you see anything on the cameras?"

Mike shook his head. You sighed and slumped down into the chair. You must just be tired. 

It was only 3am. You looked over to Mike who was barely awake. "You can sleep," you offered. "You look really tired."

"I'm fine," Mike insisted but you narrowed your eyes.

"These shifts will ruin your sleep schedule. Try get some while you can."

Mike chuckled. "It's ruined enough thanks."

Your eyes caught onto the book on the table. Dream Theory. Curious, you picked it up and skimmed through the pages. You looked up at Mike with a slight smile. "I didn't expect you to be into this stuff." Mike looked embarrassed. 

"Apparently, everything you ever hear or see is stored somewhere in your mind," Mike began to explain. "You can access them through your dreams when you use familiar sights and sounds," he paused. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

That was the most Mike has said all night. You shook your head. "I think it's cool. I don't really get it, but it's cool." He looked surprised by your response.

Slowly, your shift came to an end. The sun was slowly starting to rise. You were ready to crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the day. Mike looked like he felt the same. He intrigued you. yes, he was closed off and honestly a bit rude, but there was definitely more to him than he lets on. The metal of the gate was freezing against your hands as you locked up the pizzeria, your breath visible the the cold morning air. Mike tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, squinting as the bright morning sun beams into his eyes. As your make your way to your car, you give Mike a small wave.

"I'll see you tomorrow night."

He nods and you think you almost see him smile. "See you tomorrow."

[kristlewrites]

“Lucid Dream”

CW: cheating(?),semi-public sex (elevator),smut, oral(f!receiving),nicknames (baby,mamas,ma), unprotected sex.

PAIRING: Ex!Zoro x Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.8k

🫧🗯️: Didn’t expect so many people to actually vote lmao..😭😭, but ty to all those who have!! This is made just for you guys. First of all it wasnt supposed to last a week, but as soon as I saw zoro taking the lead I had to write this. So ill make another one based off whose in second place!! lmk if i missed anything for the content warning!!

MINORS DNI

(rêve!!)

You pick up your phone, it's ten pm.. It's been over an hour since you arrived. You spent even longer getting ready. Wrapped in a beautiful emerald dress with gold accessories to match you felt amazing, but that feeling quickly went away once you realized your date wasn't coming. Picking up your phone you see his message. 

"Sorry, I can't make it…maybe next time?” 

Maybe next time my ass! You cannot believe this. You slam your phone onto the table and leave, storming off in the direction of the exit. Wiping away your tears as they stream down your face and hurrying down the restaurant stairs. Making your way out you step into the cold Atlanta night. Using one hand to warm up your bare shoulders you use your other to grab your phone to call an Uber...except that it wasn't in your purse. 

Dammit! You had left it on the table. Practically out of breath from the stairs you pick up your pace gearing towards your table. But when you finally reach your table you are met with someone you'd rather not see again. Especially tonight out of all nights!

Pulling out a chair for a blonde??! You see his gorgeous mint hair first.

“Fuck!” you whisper-shout making sure he doesn't hear. You quickly snatch your phone as fast as you can, apparently too fast because now the glass of water has fallen onto the mint's lap. “Oh my god..” you gasp, You cannot believe your luck.

The man looks up in response to your voice, recognizing it almost instantly. You guys make eye contact for about a solid second, but that was enough to make you fold. You ran away, breaking for the elevator, you wanted to get away from all of this. The blonde shouting in the background for spare napkins. You cannot believe you just saw your ex, at a restaurant out of place. Not only that but with someone else!!! It's been only three months since you broke up with him.

Now you were really crying, you walked into the elevator and pressed some random ass buttons, you just wanted to be home. To dazed in your own world you didn't even realize Zoro being right next to you in the elevator, he pushes the first button which you had already pressed undoing the action. “It was already going down…” you whisper and go back to press the first floor button. 

“Well, I didn't mean to press that one. I was gonna do the third floor” He hits the third floor button, not even a second later he presses the first floor again! 

“You are so..” You seethe. This nigga cannot be serious at all. Just when you are about to hit the first floor button, the elevator rocks.”Fuck..what the actual fuck.” You are absolutely losing it, no way this is happening to you. You start spamming the panic button, yelping for help hoping someone would hear. 

“Relax, someone is probably already on their way.” Zoro sitting down already making himself comfortable.

“Relax..?1!! Nigga are you fucking insane? I feel like I'm boutta explode.” You pace around the room thinking of possible solutions.

Zoro grabs your ankle and halts you in place, “Stop moving around, you're gonna make us more stuck. Just try and sit down” 

“You moron that's not how it works..” You kick his hand from your ankle cause who does he think he is? He removes his jacket, and places it down underneath you, he pats the jacket a couple times gesturing for you to sit down. Hesitantly you go down and sit down with your legs in a 45 degree angle (?) (idk it's hard to explain, but like that sit you do when you're on the floor and you dont want yo panties showing.)

“Who was she?” you ask, staring dead at your phone, no service on your phone either.

You hear a small chuckle and immediately regret everything.

“Why are you here?” He asks looking you up and down, you know you look good and damn he knows it too. Green is his color and to see you look pull it off better than him makes him proud a lil bit.

“I asked the question first.” You utter and stand right back up, only for him to drag you down. “What is wrong witchu!” 

“Her name is Dahlia, Sanji he had us go on a blind date, I had only met her like two hours ago”  Zoro had finally admitted, rubbing his forehead. You laughed a lil, just the idea of sanji going through all that trouble. His face nearly illuminated when he heard you laugh, it's been almost three months since he last saw you let alone heard you laugh like that.

You check the time, it's been twenty minutes already and there's been no sign of help. How is this possible if the restaurant still should be opened? How have they not been able to get any help?? By this time you and Zoro were about an inch apart, he was glaring at you not in a mean way but in a possessive way. You guys were just staring at each other not saying a word.

Within a split second Zoro had quite literally grabbed you and plopped you down right onto his lap, still damp from the water, and kissed you. You almost instantaneously returned the kiss. It was absolutely exhilarating, you've missed him so much. Tongues were clashing teeth clanging it was messy but you loved every second of it. You pushed away, trying to catch yo breath. 

“What about your date..?” you were panting so hard and out of breath. 

“Man fuck Daffodil” he said, reaching his fingers to your cheeks “Ive missed you so much baby” Caressing your soft skin

“I've missed you too” You were definitely gonna regret this the next day, but with his stunning face and practically hypnotizing smile it was hard to go against anything he was doing.

He begins to remove your sleeves, bringing down your dress revealing your cutie pink lace bra. Your hands react quickly and cover your boobs,

 “Awe baby don't be shy” he pouts a little and undoes your bra tossing it next to him. He immediately latches onto your brown nipples sucking and licking them like a starved baby. You start grinding against his crotch becoming impatient. Sure you've had a few one night stands after you guys broke up, but quite clearly none of them met up to the bar that zoro had established long ago.

“Seems like you’ve really missed me heheh ” He laughs a bit at your desperate grinding. You were too focused on reaching your high to even feel embarrassed. Zoro noticed this, the increasing moisture from your underwear “woah, not without me mamas.” 

He moves his coat and places it behind you, with ease he sets you down on your back with your wet panties facing him. He tears off your underwear so aggressively it’s for sure torn, He rubs his hands together and licks his lips before diving into your cunt.

“Ah” you exclaimed, it was all so sudden you didn’t have a chance to even think about it.

“Ma, I’ve missed hearing your voice so much” zoro groaned, but you couldn’t hear him with all the squelching from him absolutely raving in your pussy. He was going up and down on every corner, letting his tongue fly in n out your pussy. Your thighs started closing in on him

“I-i'm cummin’” you moan out loud grabbing on to his short minty hair, letting your orgasm flow out with zoro still licking it up

 “so sweet, can't get enough”, he pants while still lapping at your drenched pussy. Your legs Leg’s jittering, heart racing, you haven’t felt this way in months. Retracting his head from your now damaged cunt, he licks up all remaining cum from his lips. He lowers his pants and boxers, to reveal his pulsating cock leaking with pre-cum already. “You still on the pill?“ he asks, with his tip already teasing your entrance. You nod, too dazed to even speak. With no second to waste his dick already making it way into your pussy, you hiccup at the suddenness. “That’s right mama, take me nice n slow” he mutters, going in at lagging pace. 

“Fast, go faster” you say airily as you squeeze your pussy wanting more. He obeys and picks up pace with your fat cunt enveloping his dick so well, the sound of his balls slapping your ass and the subtle moans escaping your mouth fill up the air as both of you guys are now short winded you can feel his dick reach up every inch of your vagina.”Z-zoro, I’m gonna c-cum!” You scream, whilst creaming all over his dick. Hearing his name come out of his mouth was enough to send over the edge and fills you to the brim with his warm cum. Breathing hard he removes he cock from your pussy and marvels as, his cum flows out of your pussy.

Banging from the outside, got you straight up. “We’re gonna get you out of there, helps coming give us five minutes!” A man shouts.

Zoro helps you dress back up, because your whole body is aching. Even with the jacket the floor was still pretty rough. He helps gather up the piece of your underwear keeping one of them ‘for a souvenir’ he explains to you, you roll your eyes too tired to even argue. Meanwhile zoro buckles up his pants and tries his best to clean up any leftover cum on the floor, while you sit down by the door damn near immobilized.  

The doors finally open up, and the cacophony of fire trucks and power tools was already enough to send you into a spiral. Trying to stand up you’re a lil wobbly, zoro grabs your hand aiding you out. The whole staff is outside all lined up cheering for your rescue. “How long has it been?” you ask clearly, you are absolutely exhausted. 

“Forty minutes” zoro responds. He lends you his jacket once you get outside. “Where’s your ride?”

“I don’t have one, I’ll just get an Uber.” You answer fishing for your phone in your purse.

“Here, I’ll take you home” zoro says, walking towards his car acting all nonchalant..

‘Who does this nigga think he is?’ you think to yourself while trying to keep up with him. “how are you gonna offer me a ride then leave me chasing you..goodnight you know i can’t even walk properly.” You shout, the audacity is crazy.You can practically hear his eyes rolling when he stopped in the middle of the road turning around towards at a concerning pace. He grabs your waist and hangs you over his shoulder, flailing your feet and hands “Let me go nigga!”

“Weren’t you jus complaining…right, stop moving before I really leave you” he replies in an irritated voice.

regardless of his warning you continue to flail around, jus for the fun of it hitting his ass and laughing. zoro continues to walk, you can’t see his face but he smiles a lil at the sound of your laughter. He wishes that this would last forever.

(Thank you all for the support on my first fic!!)

[tparker48]

Request for anonymous

"Let's see..add a few fine tuning on the stitches, tighten up the bells…" Merkeo muttered as he faced his computer desk, threading a needle through his jester suit. "Just a little bit of tugging and..There!”

He took a step back to admire his handy work. The black and red spandex glistened beneath his lamp, slumping from the miniature desk to the wooden board of the one beneath. It took him weeks to find a suit customizable, he could hardly count the shops he visited that sold suits for people his size. He took the suit from the desk, reminiscing its silky texture as it glided between his fingertips.

"Wait until the the peeps get a load of this, I can already tell this DnD session will be-"

A beep rang from the magnet on the front door, a hard thud striking the panel as a spiked cleat forced it to the wall. "Hey nerd! Guess who's home!" A voice boomed as the rest of their body lowered into the frame, the metal borders of the door screaming as they made their way passed. "I swear this damn door needs an adjustment. Hey nerd! Nerd!"

"I'm right here, Fervin!" Merkeo shouted, rubbing his ears from the vibrations in his ear drums. "Must you shout so loud? We're in a dormitory."

"What can I say? when I make an entrance, I make an entrance."

He slumped his duffel bag from his shoulder, tossing it against the wall as its weight sent a pulse through the floor. Merkel watched as his form strolled closer, like a looming storm cloud about to pour upon a landscape. The computer chair rushed back, Fervin's hide forcing the cushion down as it raced eagerly to support him.

He crossed his arms behind his back. "Oh it feels good to be out of that lecture room. The professor really cracked down on that essay, even double checked to ensure it was mine. Guess some pencil necks can’t handle such great genius."

"You mean my work. My whole sleep schedule’s out of whack because of your pestering."

the desk shook as spikes prodded upon the table. Merkel nearly yelped at its prickling touch, his hands casting to the air. "And it worked like a charm." He kicked his other foot upon the table. But he paused as he gazed at the slim ware hanging from his foot. “Huh, what are those? pajamas?”

The footwear wagged as Merkeo raced to retrieve his suit, cautiously eying the coned steel as they swiped from side to side. “If you must know, It’s my jester suit. And I would very much like it without holes for DnD.”

"That nerd shit? Pfft, lame. You can’t expect to get babes with a thing like that. Now that spring break party tonight, that’s where it’s really at. And guess who’s cohost? This guy!”

Merkeo managed to grab ahold of his suit, sliding it from the cold pedestal as he tumbled back to the desk. "You? Cohost? I don’t think they chose wisely on that."

“Cute, can’t be surprised to hear that from a bookworm. But If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to party.” He said. “The drinks, the babes, I can already imagine it now. And by the end of the night, I’m gonna bang me a cheerleader."

He raised his palms to the air, his fingers swaying to trace an hourglass shape. His hips slowly began to thrust, his junk pushing through from its pouch as it slithered to the leg hole of his shorts. Merkeo caught a glimpse as the phallus peeked out, shielding his eyes as his face flushed red.

"Ay Ay! TMI man, I don't want to see all that!"

"Aww is the nerd getting flustered?" His legs stretching over the desk, the hefty package between his legs gyrating against the wooden furniture. "I bet you wish you could be all over this."

"I’d rather do quizzes than be that close to you." he replied, "Will you put that away already?!"

"Hah, that's what I like about you nerds, always so squeamish." he slid his waist back to the chair, groping at the bulky outline. "Luckily for you, this bad boy has its eyes set on the ladies tonight. It can't waste time on small fries like you. Though it might give that thin noodle of yours some pointers."

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"Peh, suit yourself."

He grabbed a few beer bottles, hoisting them over his broad shoulders as he walked out of the room. Merkeo sighed, taking back to his suit as he checked for punctured points. Aside from dust particles, the fabric was unscaved. Thank goodness, he didn't know what he’d do if it became damaged.

He returned to his desk to tend to the rest of his props, organizing the board and creatures he was ready to unleash upon his members. Another hour ticked by in a flash, his notes piling over one another from his practice sessions. He yawned as he checked the clock on the wall, a quarter past 7:00 PM.

“Time for a break.” he leaned into his chair.

He took to his computer as he looked into his group chat for the group. Many online were already talking about the upcoming session, sharing new lores while roleplaying in their own channels. What a treat it was to indulge in fantasy, he thought, may he could give them a taste of the jester magic. He reached for his cards to select to share, but paused as he eyed his costume. He eyed the group chat as many shared their costumes, it sent an urge through his body, his fingers wiggling at the temptation of trying it on. He didn’t want to spoil the magic with a picture, but to send a picture of their grad DM, it may just make them excited, if not himself.

“Oh.. why not, I still have to make sure it fits anyway.”

He picked up the costume as he held it on his shoulder, stripping himself as the cool conditioning washed over him like a wave. He slipped his limbs inside, his hairs standing on end as they brushed against the elastic spandex. He soon put on his Cap n Bells as they dangled from the sides of his head, its little chimes sending a giggle from inside as he tapped at the round spheres.

“I think a quick selfie might do the trick. ‘The crowned jester and his future pawns’. Oo, that kinda has a ring to it.

He hovered his phone to get a better angle for himself, shifting the filter as sparkles boarded the frame. But the ground shook beneath as he caught himself, the water bottle on the desk rippling. An earthquake? It can’t be, the tectonic plate wasn’t near the university. Heavy thumps slowly overwhelmed the silent rumbles, traveling through the walls before it stopped at the front door.

The magnet chimed, but the handle didn’t turn as grumbling lingered behind it. The magnet reactivated, and pounds struck the door, as if a wild beast was trying to force its way in. Merkeo eyed the door as its pounds became aggressive, the green lighting of the magnet flickering before another strike snuffed out its light. The door slammed open, and wallowing filled the room.

Fervin loomed inside as he entered. One of his shoes were missing, and his "Damn it all..who do they think I am?! I'm a fuckin'.. Football player!"

His weight leaned as his feet stomped forward, like a drunk T-rex trying to run as he staggered to couch. He tripped over his own feet as he hurled toward the cushion, knocking the couch from its sliders as his head wedged into the soft gaps.

Merkeo used the railing in the room to make it over to the couch, standing upon the armchair. "The hell happened to you?"

"It's horrible..I go all that way to seek her out..An.. the hag blue balled me. Me!" He groaned into the cushions, scraping from its soft crevice. “You know how many want to..to.. Fuck me?!"

Fervin turned his head, his roaring breath flowing out like a dragon. Merkeo fanned the air as the smell of alcohol polluted the once clean air, holding the collar of his suit over his mouth to deter himself from passing out.

“You went and got yourself again! Didn’t you learn from the last party you went to.”

“Screw you!.. I don’t take orders from you! Why I..I” tears slowly sleeping through his eyes, a whimper escaping. “Damn it all..why do they have to make it so hard?”

Merkeo palmed himself. He must’ve drank too much if he’s already at his wallowing state. He sighed before hopping to the side of the lughead's face, caressing his cheek as its warmth filled his palm. "Hey now..you. There's no need to fuss about one girl." He said to him, wincing at the drool wetting his pants. "There's many out there in the sea, and I'm sure there's some out there waiting for him."

"Yeah right!" He blurted, knocking Merkeo onto his butt. " That's not gonna solve my aching cock right now!"

Fervin dug a finger through his waistband, the jock’s musk mixing with the tainted air as flesh squeaked against the sofa’s rubbery surface. The forearm above Steamrolled Merkeo as it traversed toward the bulging phallus, answering its wet call as his stubby fingers pampered its side. It throbbed it wedged itself between the crevice of the cushions, the jock’s hips flexing as he shuttered.

“Oh Yeah..that’s the stuff.” He muttered, his hips pumping into the couch.

"Dude! Not in the living room! Do that somewhere else."

"Sue me..I'm too pissed and horny to move."

His strokes increased as his hips moved like a wave, the wet slap of flesh overwhelming the silence in the room. Merkeo raced to comfort his ears as he moved to a cubard, searching through his supplies. He flipped over towels stashed in the corner, and found a plastic bottle of water sticking out from its packet. He wrapped his arms around the slender bottle and dragged it out, heaving it toward his drunken roommate on the couch.

“Alright, let’s get you sober so you don’t break the wall again?” Merkeo said.

Fervin grumbled as his knees slumped beneath him, thrusting him upward as his wait trailed backwards. Merkeo eyed cautiously at his blundering, backtracking as the stumbling feet trailed closer.

“I didn’t say move!” he yelped, rolling the bottle the opposite way.

But he wasn’t fast enough to outrun Fervin, his feet kicking in front of the other as he tilted like a chopped tree. The floor darkened before a wall of mass crashed at his back, burly arms planting the ground with a thunderous thump.

“That lady’s cheeks were cold… I’m barely s..satisfied.” He pawed the ground. “I need more!”

“Well you’re not getting one when you're on top of me! Now get off!”

His glassy eyes opened as he glared at him. "Piss off, man! I don’t need your..” he paused as he stared at the small roommate, his eyes blinking before they widened.

Merkeo met his gaze, looking at the marbled floor before looking back. "What?"

"Hey..where’d this toy come? Ho..How long have you been there?"

“Toy?" He blinked, tugging at his suit. "No, this is my suit, remember?"

"And it talks!..oh man..This must be my lucky day.”

"I have no idea what you're talking about. All that booze has gotten to your head. Why don't you go lay down and-" A palm wrapped around his body, plucking him from underneath. "Hey!"

His hand gripped like a vice, Fervin hauling him away as he returned to the couch with a drunken waltz. He was hurled into the closed fist as his back met with the soft cushion. He strung themselves to to the floor, a signal that rushed to the titanic cock as it pointed from his body. Merkeo pounded a hand at the sides of the jock’s fingers, the other covering his nose as the smell of rubber and jizz invaded his nostrils.

The phallus loomed closer, stamping at the gap between the middle fingers as it struck his chest. "A perfect fit..awesome." He slurred beneath his breath, his palms lifting as Merkeo plunged into the cavern of the couch, the bulbous head stamping his chin as it ensnared between his walls.

As the cock reached the bottom of the gap, it was a catalyst for Fervin’s arousal as hips began to pump. Flesh skidded against the silky suit, the phallus ramming into a pocket above Merkeo as the little bells were swallowed by the slit. Its warmth was overwhelming, his nostrils filling with a sour aroma as it stuck to his suit like cologne..

Merkeo raised his arms to shield himself. "Wait!…I'm not!.."

"Just a little more..a little more."

Fervin doubled his efforts as his hips twisted in place. The sweat that once dried between the cushions humidified as it loosened its restraints upon the tender skin, joined by the drizzling pre as it lathered into his roommate’s skin like lotion. The phallus scooped higher as it smashed Merkeo’s defense, the puffed edges moving like a wave as it stamped at his face.

He was stamped firmly as seed dressed his head, but unsatisfied puffs echoed above, a palm dragging him from underneath the bulging member. "Nrgh..that's not enough!" Fervin slurred from his lips. "How are you going to be a toy if you can't even get me off?"

"That's because I'm not a toy you lughead!"

His eyes squinted, eying the little roommates as strands of his own pre dripped to the couch. "Wha?..sure you are..I'm looking right at you." His fingers stamped across his body, the lonely bell on his right tuft jangling at his prods. "You look like a toy..feel like a toy. You are one…I'm just not using it right."

Gravity shifted as the palm tilted on its side, hovering over the hairy crotch. His other pinched eagerly at the drooling slit, pinching it open as its seed flowed down its underbelly like lava.

"What..what are you doing? No, hell no! You're not putting' me in there!"

"You better make this work..toy!"

"I told you I'm not a-!" his stomach dropped as the palm rushed toward the cock, a wet belch erupting from the cream filled phallus as it opened wide. Murky white fluid filled his vision as the orifice encircled his head. His shouts muffled from the bulging head, his palms slipping from the sides of phallus

Fervin's cock throbbed as it suckled at its meal. "Yeah…yeah that's the stuff. Get..right in there."

The palm loosed as fingers climbed over his feet, feeding more of Merkeo inside as its underbelly bulged with his body. With a giddish chuckle, he corkscrewed the rest of his feet inside as the slit closed. Wads of pre rushed into his body as it blinded him of the trip ahead, the muscular tube getting thickening as a suction pulled at his body.

A mere lump cast itself upon the jock's shaft, pulse after pulse dragging him down as it squeezed into the base of the shaft and into his prostate. More seed flooded the tender bean as the valve closed behind him, leaving him at the mercy of the muscular waves as it tenderized his body. He struggled to hold them back, his limbs sinking into their surface as he tried to find a way out. Pressure tugged at his feet, yanking him into the source of the musky fluid as he was dragged through the labyrinth swirling in the Jock's waist.

He held his breath as he was dragged through its loops, before he found him at its ridge as he slid through a long tube. He was deposited inside an enclosed sac, the walls forcing him to lay straight as if he were in an airtight compartment.

"Damn it Fervin, this has gotten way too far!!" he scowled, Worming himself toward the valve that winked out of reach, taunting at his predicament before it vanished behind a fold of seed coated flesh.

His calls were left unanswered, drowned out by the jock's beastly grunts as it reverberated through the walls.

wet slaps came from outside, jostling the testicle as if it were a fish bag. "That's the job..right there!" Fervin huffed louder.

The jock roared as the walls shrank around Merkeo’s body, the valve above him slurping the pool from the chamber as climbed through the tubes. The ceiling spasmed as spurts muffled the walls, Merkeo took the chance to breathe, but shriveled as his lungs filled with the ripe aroma of salt and bodily fluids. He squirmed along the walls to follow the fluid out, but his fingers wouldn't register as the stiff folds pucker in place.

Droplets of the lukewarm substance dripped at his back, and he groaned. "There, you had your little release. Now get me out of this thing!" He paused to hear the outside, the heavy wet thumps shaking the chamber as he swayed in place. "Hey! Are you listening?"

"Oh man..you are a good toy." He muttered, his voice distorted as if he were a broken speaker. "Ah really…good one."

"Yeah yeah, great, now get me out!"

Fervin’s words slowed as they traveled through his body. Gravity flicked as a heavy mass compressed the ceiling. The layer of flesh surrounding the testicle squashed at his torso.. The jock's breath grew heavy, rattling the muscles like rusted gears. He's kidding, he thought to himself, he sends him down his cock and now he's taking a snooze?

"You’re not sleeping with me in here!." He shouted. "Wake your ass up!"

He rattled the sac like an ape in a cage, thrashing himself in the compressed space to disrupt Fervin’s sound slumber. It was only when his knees cushioned into the round testicle did he get a reaction, the jock's body springing to life as a moan howled through the environment. Gravity shifted again, and the flesh barricading the orb pinned him down as the round lump cushioned his face.

He groaned as it tucked him against the corner wall, singing its whale songs of gurgles and churns to its captive audience. "Damn it.."

The hours ticked by since the events of that evening. Fervin tossed in his slumber, snarling from his nostrils as he rocked over the arms of the sofa. He stretched his limbs to scratch himself, but fell backwards as gravity pulled him to the floor. Sunlight erupted from the winder, burning into his eyes like a flashbang as he groggily got up.

He picked himself up from the floor, his balance tumbling to the cushion as he caught himself.. "Fuck what a night, all that partying really tired me out.." He scratched absently at his crotch, warm skin sticking to his fingers as he cocked it back, His barreled cock resting between his legs. “Where the fuck did my shorts go?..”

He stretched before getting up from the couch, giving one last yawn as he fetched a protein shake from the fridge. He looked at his roommates' things, his props scattered along the tabletop as his cotton bed was toppled from the windowsill. The nerd’s already gone, he thought, guess he decided to leave early for spring break. That’s good, he didn’t have to worry about underwear then. He drank at his shake and moved onto his side of the room, kicking his suitcase between his legs. He crumpled his clothes, tossing them inside as a hill slowly formed.

He scratched at himself once more, reminiscing at his fingers touch as his nut flexed over them. But he squinted as he gazed at the round sphere. Something was different about them, his right testicle sagged lower than the other. He fondled beneath its weight as his cock throbbed. It might just be his imagination, he did hold a lot of his seed in there last evening.

"I’m sorry big boy, I got too drunk to enjoy you properly.” He massaged his shaft. “But I bet you got plenty of rest after you had your fun."

"Absolutely not?"

He blinked at the sudden voice, looking at his Cock. He poked at its pudgy surface for a response, but it only throbbed. "Heh..hehe, I must have had way too many shots last night. Thought I just heard my cock talking."

"Not the cock you idiot!" The voice echoed again.

He cocked a brow as he stared at his member, movement rising beneath the sagging right testicle. He scooped his sac into his palm, pinching at the active orb as he rotated it. A squirming lump curled along its edge, a soft imprint appearing before a flex pulled it down.

His palm flung from his ball, letting them swing between his legs as his heart pounded. "What the hell did I drink last night?! My ball's coming alive!"

"No, It's me! Merkeo!"

"Merkeo?" He paused, looking back at the wiggling lump. He poked at its side, a pathetic whimper escaping from it. "It is you, nerd! The hell are you doing in my balls!"

"Take a guess! You shoved me in here on another one of your drunk sprees."

"Drunk spree? I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He said. “As far as I can remember I was alone..then again, there was this talking toy. Don’t remember much but it kept squawking about not being a..toy. Huh, well that explains all the whining.”

“You fucked me into the couch.”

He groaned upon the nerd’s response "Yeah well..you should’ve been more careful. It’s not my fault you’re in there.”

“It literally is!"

"Potato, Potato."

He moved toward the glass mirror along the wall, reaching , putting on his underwear as he got dressed. He pulled the back as the thin fabric saddled his glutes, letting his cock spill over the pouch as he took to his suitcase.

His nuts jangled together like wind chimes, crashing into his thighs. "What are you doing now?"

"What do you think I’m doing? I’m packing for the weekend. I’ve got shit to do back at home, and since you're stuck with me, you'll just have to tag along until we get back."

"What?! I'm not staying in here! DnD is this weekend!" Merkel said, pressure climbed through his epididymis to the valve connecting to the rest of the cock. The right nut sway passively, flexing as the sensation of fingers prodded at the tight folds. "Gotta get..out of this thing!"

The jock snorted at the attempt. "Oh boy, aren't you nerds supposed to be smart or something? My cock doesn't take orders from nerds, it listens to one that has the oomph to shake it. And that's yours truly."

"Then get on with it already."

"You’d love that wouldn’t you? To see yourself ejected from a real cock." he fondled his nuts between his fingers. "Unfortunately I’m still spent. It's gonna be a long while before these babies are ready for another round."

“And how long would that take.”

“Hell if I know, 3 hours or so.” “Three hours?!”

“Yup, so might as well get comfy until I fetch for you.”

He raised his cock over the flap, sealing it inside the pouch as he tied his shorts. He reeled his luggage into the hallway, following the narrow passageway toward the elevator in the crossway. Movement shifted as Merke tried to adjust in the compact space, the bulk of Fervin’s nuts dog piling his lump as it jostled in the pouch of his jockstrap. That nerd really knows how to get under his skin. Literally. Though he'll give him one thing, it felt good to have his balls stimulated, like a hot girl playing with his balls. The elevator doors opened, and he stepped inside. As they closed, he groped at his crotch, humping at the air.

He picked up a soft whimper from beneath the fabric, pressure building at his testicle as soft kneads rested upon it. He still didn’t know how to feel above having the nerd in there,but at least he’ll help filling him up back home..

The ride with Fervin was a long and bumpy trip. Every passing moment was filled with flesh jumbling Merkeo around, marinating him in the little puddle that climbed at his ankles as the testicular wall shriveled and compressed. He didn't know how far they traveled, the outside was too muffled to depth the surrounding environment except for the purrs of jock’s vehicle. After another eternity of stewing in the jock's balls, inertia pulled ahead as his face was wrapped in a sheet of muscle.

His steps boomed as a door creaked open, the sound of a zipper being undone as the sac rolled on its side. "Ah, it's good to be back home." Fervin’s voice distorted through the walls..

Merkeo padded at the soft tissue to get the jock's attention, the testicle spooning into his torso. His palms were pinned by the protruding bulge, only managing to use his ankles as he bucked weakly as the ridge of the testicle.

A heavy thud struck the balls, the soft curvature of fingers pressing at his back. "Eh? oh yeah, forgot you were in there."

Not a surprise. "It's been hours since I've been here. Can you get me out now?"

“I told you that’s not how my nuts work, nerd. They need the energy to get them started.”

“You said you needed three hours!”

Fervin laughed heartily. “I said It’d take me three hours to fill them, I never said I’d be ready to release it.”

The sac shook as its contents plonked around, the seed secreting from the wall spreading out as they washed over Merkeo’s body. His stomach dropped as the fingers let go, the nuts beginning to sway as steps boomed outside. A soft pressure cushion at the walls, tight leather scrunching beneath him.

“Been a while since I checked on the game” Fervin said. “I wonder if my K/D is still intact.”

The jock’s weight shifted as the sac tilted, forcing Merkeo to spoon beneath the rough lump as seed polled at his shoulders. Fervin's voice could be heard beyond the walls, blurting comments as a controller clunked high above. His obnoxious bantering went on for another hour, his balls rocking periodically as a finger scratched at the testicular layer. Merkeo tried again to get him to answer, splashing at the pool of seed that splashed beneath his chin. But he only received a brush from one of the thighs, followed by cursing as he shouted at someone in the game.

Outside the sun loomed past the hill in the window, the crimson sky slowly turning blue as the moon rose from the horizon. Merkeo tilted his neck as he faced the quivering sphincter above, counting its flexes as seed drooled from its lips. It’s all he could do, with his limbs bathed into the milky pool as the muscle flexed in place.

“Fuck yeah!” Fervin’s voice blurted,the testicles thrusting forward before snagged. “Hope you like that grenade yas wuss! That’ll teach ya to steal my kill!”

“Fervin!” Merkeo called out, thrashing against the tender wall. “Fervin!”

The chamber shifted, pressure applying to his back. “What now nerd?”

“Are you ready yet? It’s getting kind of full in here.”

“Hmm..They are kinda heavy…” the pressure behind him pushed at his body, a thrust sending a wave over the little roommate. “And I’m already pumped as it is, why not.”

“Yes! Finally!”

A rumble boomed above, a bubbling torrent shaking the walls as pressure melted behind him. “Shit, I forgot all about dinner. Can’t wank one out on an empty stomach.”

Merkeo swayed as Fervin traversed the household, his steps hardening as it traveled through his body. Wrappers muffled from above as the jock giggled to himself, followed by a meaty crunch as he chewed on his food. He listened to symphony of crumpled wrappers and munching for moments, and still he had yet finished his feast. The fluid climbed higher, dosing his ears as if they dipping sauce.

The walls flexed, and he raced to force them back. “It's getting a little cramped in here, are you ready to release yet?” “Eh? Release what?”

“Your seed!”

“Oh yeah yeah, I’ll get right on it. Just..” an announcer muffled from outside, followed by bells as cheer muttered in the background. “Oo, the playoffs! I forgot that aired today.” He walked over as the sounds came closer, springs creaking beneath him.

“Wait a second, get me out first.”

“Don’t sweat it, it won’t be long. I’ll have you out by halftime, jock’s promise.”

Merkeo groaned at the response, working his limbs close to deter the walls from overtaking the pocket. He didn’t know if he could bear the salty aroma, each whiff was like intaking smelling salt, forcing him to buck at the round testicle that threatened to submerge him without hesitation. Buzzing rang from beneath him as a bubbled climbed into the pocket, his phone emerging from the pool as a notification was plastered upon it.

It was from one of the members, sending a message about the meet for tomorrow. He fiddled a finger toward its direction, its angled edge taping at his fingertips, before a fold greedily dragged it out of sight. He sighed as he faced the wall, thrashing it about to get Fervin’s attention. This time there was no response, all except his goofish giggling as he mocked the game. He couldn’t do anything but wait, tugging into the soggy fold as he closed his eyes.

A few minutes passed as he opened his eyes, once chaotic background softening as snores followed behind it. He was still in his balls, and he was fast asleep. In rage, he thrashed about the chamber to cause discomfort, swiping at the lump at his torso despite how weakly his limbs slipped off.

A roaring ocean filled his ears, as the side of his hear were submerged in milky pool. In shriveled defeat, he closed his eyes, awaiting for the jock to wake up once more. DnD was tomorrow, and he couldn’t stand being trapped in his nuts for a moment more. —-------------------------------------- Throughout the next day, he slept to conserve his energy, listening to Fervin’s wandering as carried out his activities. When waved of seed flowed into his nostrils, he shot awake, kicking the testicle as a jolt shook the walls. A groan escaped from the jock as fingers took to his balls, forcing him to adjust as the chamber tilted it’s side.

“Watch where you’re kicking in there will ya?” Ferman demanded. “These babies are to be treated with care!”

“These babies are a nightmare, I’ve been stewing in here for god now’s how long!”

“Oh please, you barely move in there, it can’t be that bad.” “You’re not the one neck deep in side!” He bent his knees to open more space, driving his feet into the sides of the testicular wall.

Its flesh raced to subdue, contracting its muscle around him like a snake. But he refused to let himself cave under its pressures, prying at the opposite wall.

Fervin’s body twisted. “What are you doing?”

“DnD is tonight, I can’t stay in your balls any longer. And if I have to cause a ruckus, then so be it!”

His body lit ablaze as he took to the lump, kneading into the tender walls as the testicle throbbed beneath its layer. Fervin’s fingers raced to subdue his efforts, but the sac was too full to add enough pressure, Merkeo using it as a shield as battered the walls with his own body.

After moments of struggling, a roar of defeat erupted from Fervin." Fuck it! Fine I’ll get you out.” he announced. “Was getting tired of hauling you around anyway."

The testicles swayed as he wandered outside. It wasn't long before pressure built beneath, the opposite testicle shifting before it dropped off a ledge. The sound of wet slaps returned from above, sending ripples in the chamber as the testicular sac compressed Merkeo's face.

"Ugh, my suit is so ruined, can't you pump faster?"

"Don't get your tidy widdies in bunch ya nerd, I'm almost there."

The walls flexed harder, compressing his feet as he squeezed along the hump like paste in a canister. The valve slowly began to quiver, widening slowly a seed rushed through its mouth. It flowed into its tubes like a pipeline, gulping periodically at the substance as he himself was pulled close to its lips.

Strands of his own hair were plucked between the soggy lips, crowning his head as seed piled his shoulder. But flex ceased as the narrow tube dried up, clamping at his head as seed disappeared into the abyss above. "What the? What's the hold up?"

A muffled ring vibrated the walls, the pounds halting as the jock shifted slowly. "Got a call." Fervin said, answering the device. "Bandi, my boy, what's up? Yeah I’ve been in town, just letting out some steam."

"Hey! Don't stop, keep going!"

"Give me a fucking minute, I'll get there…no no, just talking to a nerd is all I-…wait seriously?! Oh shit, count me in!"

The sac rattled from the jock’s excitement. "What are you doing out there?"

"The boys found a goldmine for some chicks from the cheerleading squad at the university. Looks we're heading to the bar."

"What?! What about me?! You still have to take me out!"

"I'll fetcha ya later, Right now I gotta fetch old faithful from the drawers. I'm gonna catch me a big one tonight"

The chamber thrashed as he braced himself for another tide, the thick goop dragging down his body like syrup. He stretched his limbs to pierce the tender muscle, but pouted at the meat pocket. Unbelievable, he was about to be free from this hellhole before that phone call. He couldn’t bear more of Fervin’s antiques for god knows how, but it appears he didn’t have much choice.. Before he knew it, the chamber moved as steps trailed outside, a door muffling open as the purrs of the truck returned.

And so began the trip to the bar. Voices muffled from the walls as Fervin greeted his friends, softer tones following them as he assumed they were women. His hips gyrating was the confirmation he needed, if not rhythmic throbbing from the shaft.

The minutes felt like an eternity as jazz played from the bar, glasses clanging together as the jock’s obnoxious chattering filled the void. His ears submerged in seed was a mercy compared to listening to the awful pick up lines he spewed from his mouth.

"This is so humiliating." he groaned.

"Hey baby, there's no need to take a seat on these raggedy old chairs, come take a gander at this one" Fervin said, heavy thumps causing the sac to dip.

Pressure ensued as the testicle rolled at his back. His torso sunk like an island landscape, dipping beneath the murky fluid as it climbed to his chin. He struggled beneath the titanic weight above, the thigh outside bouncing as it jostled the chamber..

"Oh my, you make a pretty good seat." A woman's voice said above.

"Oh ho baby, I can do more than just cushion."

"Oh for fuck sake." Merkeo covered his ears, hoping to drown out the conversation.

Another hour drew by as he listened to the oaf's bantering. At one point, chattering dwindled before the nutsack spilled forward, and the crushing weight was relieved. Fervin was on the move, the sounds of the bar growing distant until it became white noise in the background.

He scraped the wall before placing his ear against it, curiosity overwhelming him as he listened to the jock’s steps. The zipper of the pants were undone, and he spilled forward as flesh caught his fall.

"Here they are my dear, my pride and enjoy in all its glory."

"You weren't lying, it certainly is thick."

“He’s with a girl, of course he is.” his side cramp as a lump fondled his back, He squirmed to ease its protrusion, elbowing the testicle as the jock released a grunt.

"Is everything all alright?" The woman asked.

"Oh yeah sure, everything is just fine. Just a little..excited is all." Fervin replied. "Afterall, how can a guy not melt for a hot doll like yourself."

The chamber shook as the lump flattened, seed rushing from the other end like a dam as it splashed into Merkeo. Slow wet pounds filled the void, the testicle compressing before it squashed into his body. A disgruntled moan pierced the air as the sac swayed forward, a dulled edge separating the balls as softer moans echoed ahead..

God, She's sucking him off, as if his problem weren't already wacky enough. He fought the testicle to plug his ears, but its ridge forced them away, allowing the demented display to continuing as it intensified. The pressure returned as digits cupped behind him, thinner than the ones before as their pointy ends prodded his back.

The pool increased as it climbed over his head, a current seeping into the valve as it widened closer. Muscle contraptions echoed beyond the thick walls, glurking as the women's moan grew fierce. The sac pulse, and the valve widened as it guzzled seed to the surface..

"Hope you're thirsty, cause I'm gonna unleash my load inside."

"Like hell you are!" Merkeo blurted, thrashing from the chamber.

The lump prodding at his back vanished beneath murky waves, the balls dropping as they bashed against the jock’s thigh. "Did your balls just talk?!" The woman squealed.

"N..no? Did you hear them talking? I..I didn't hear them talking."

"Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting."

The sound of boots muffled from the outside, growing softer as the chamber thrashed about. "No! Come on babe, Come back!" Fervin called desperately for her, the door slamming shut. A vice grip wrapped the testicle, and Merkeo was smothered into the walls. "Damn it you nerd, you scared her off!"

"I scared her off?! I was nearly protein for her! I'm trying to get out from inside you, not end up in another."

"Well congratulations cause now I'm fucking limp, thanks for that." A bang sounded from outside as the jock began to walk. "Can't believe I got cock blocked by a nerd."

The sac rocked between his legs as the creaking door lingered from overhead, trailing off somewhere behind them as the sound of the roaring crowd returned. Merkeo tucked himself against the corner pocket of the chamber, it was the only place he could manage to breath without intaking the salty seed. He heard the jock's friend talking, reminiscing over the cheerleader storming out of the bar. His response wasn't pleasant, a squeeze smother the eager testicle against his head as if to point the blame upon him. but it relented as he relaxed, his balls drooping at the thigh.

He curled against the opposite wall, before a buzz rumbled from above, his phone squeezing from the compressed fold as it slid in front of him.

a photo appeared from beneath the milky substance, a group photo with his friends dressed in their fictional costumes. Speak of the devil, he thought, here comes the fruits of his labor reminding him of his failed attempt. What he would give to be there right now. He focused on the group photo, admiring the designs each of them chose to wear. but his eyes furrowed as he caught a glimpse of one of the members, his eyes widening.

"No way.."

That late night dragged into Sunday morning, as Fervin drove back into the dorm room as he tossed his backpack. Merkeo eyed the quivering sphincter above as its lips expanded, the walls compress as he catapulted into the tight tube. The ride up was rigid and slow, but fast enough to wipe seed clean from his skin before he squeezed back into the embrace of the jock's prostate. In a firm push he climbed up the urethral tube, skyrocketing into a tupperware container as he collided against the plastic wall.

The jock scorned above, the milky stream pouring faster as he shielded his face. "Alright that's enough!"

"Not yet it's not." Fervin said grumpily.

the stream pushed at his palms, piercing their way through as he slid into the smooth corner, it was only until his palm remained uncovered did it finally stop, and the slit sealed shut.

"Now it's finished” Fervin sneered at his handy work, shaking the drizzle from his cock before turning toward his stuff.

"Hold it!" Merkeo muttered, rising from the gunk. "We're.. we're not done."

"oh we're not huh? and what makes you say that?"

"You cost me the whole weekend! you have to make up for it!"

"Wha?.." the jock burst from laughter. "What are you on about, you're the nerd who got stuck in there in the first place."

"Only because you put me there. and nearly got me swallowed."

He rolled his eyes, fanning at the remark as Merkeo climbed out of the container. In a slippery leap, the little roommate lunged as he clung to the tufts of his jersey. It was like holding onto a moving vehicle, seed soaking his suit fanned to the luggage on the floor. Fervin drew closer to the computer desk, and jumped as he followed him to the tissue box, stomping at its opening as the giant palmed reached for it..

the jock's face soured. " You're really starting to get on my nerves."

"Likewise, but I'm not letting you off the hook. you’re going to pay up, right here, right now."

"Oh you gotta be shitting me." he chuckled. "Fuck it, I'll bite. What? What could a little nerd like you do to force me to pay you back."

He dug into the soggy pouch of his pocket of his suit, taking out his phone. He clicked at the photo, holding it to the air as Fervin's face loomed closer. "This is how!"

"Hah! What more nerds? Get over yourself."

"They may look like mere nerds to you. But one of them I'm sure you know quite well." he zoomed the photo closer, focusing on a woman dressed as a witch. "That lady right there is Cindy, the lead cheerleader of our university. I wonder what she might think if she finds out about our little mishap. I'm sure she'd love to share the adventure with the football captain."

The jock’s eyes widened before narrowing. "You don't have the balls to go through with that."

"Oh yeah? One already think's you have talking balls, I'm sure they can puzzle the rest if I speak up."

The jock growled, reaching a palm as the thick digits twitched in rage. it lunged forward, yanking a tissue from beneath Merkeo’s feet as it crumpled into a withered mess. "What do you have in mind?.."

"Heh."

"It's so good to see you again, Merkeo” Cindy greeted him, lowering a finger as he shook her hand. We missed you last night’s session. You’re wearing your night costume again?”

He scratched at his head, adjusting his cape. "Yeah, the other suit kinda got stuck in a rut. Fashion crisis am I right? But hey, we at least got time to catch up on a session. I even brought a plus one."

Heavy thuds came from the hallway, sharp squeaks lingering as a silhouette peered through the frame. An inflated dragon loomed in, Fervin’s soured face tucked beneath its chin as the rest of the rubbery suit hauled inside, he grumbled as he wrestled his tail inside, bumping it against the door.

"I'm sure you two know each other."

"We sure do.” Cindy said, “I didn't think he took part in DnD."

"You could say he had a change of heart." He replied, sharing glances with Fervin as his fiery gaze overshadowed the derpy expression of the inflatable.

They prepared the table as they all encircled it, Merkeo taking out the dice as many took their roles. scattered the props along the props behind the bordered sheet, he cleared his throat. "Alright ladies and gents, let’s begin. The adventurers set out upon the request of the king, a dragon has been spotted in a cave near the kingdom. You find the entrance and travel through its catacombs. There, surrounded by shimmering gold and diamonds, lay the beast. Sprawled upon its haunches as it snarled at your intrusion.”

Merkeo paused as he scooped the dice in hand, lending them to one of the members dressed as a wizard. “Care to start us off.”

"Oh Oh! I roll to ride the ride dragon"

"Try it and I'll flatten you like a crumpcake, pinhead!" Fervin snarled.

"Ah ah, not without a roll you're not." Merkeo assorted, nodding toward the little wizard.

The wizard squeed as they shook their hands in place, the dice jumbling like ice cubes as they rolled them to the thin sheet crossing the table. both dices toppled themselves, number nine marking the both of them.

"ooo, Nat 18. the wizard casts a construct to cast himself atop the dragon."

The wizard let out a high pitched squeal as They climbed aboard the inflatable forearm. Fervin eyed in disgust as the little one stood atop of him. the googly eyes of the dragon jangled as they clung to one of the ears, pulling it from one side of his body to the other.

the dragon squeaked as it smothered Fervin’s face, his neck jerking from side to side. "Hey! what the-?!"

“Wow, you really are pulling your weight." Merkeo said. I figured you'd make a good dragon.”

"Get them the fuck off me!"

"mm, not how it works. you gotta announce it, then roll."

"Oh for the-" he reached for the dice at the end of the table, fingers denting the barrier as they rattled. "The dragon attempts to throw the nuisance off."

He flung the dice forward, their forms streaking across the table like cannons as they pushed the barrier back. The dice came to a standstill, number one marking them both.

"Ooo two, the dragon failed to throw the wizard off. bummer."

"The hell?! what kind of bullshit is that I-"

"Our rodeo isn't over yet, dragon!" the wizard yelled, heaving at the inflated ears like reins. "Your hide will be a fine reward for my potions!"

"Crushing you is still on the table you damn pest!"

Merkeo watched as the two of them bicker, admiring the jock's flailing as he walked sluggishly against the walls. but he turned his head as Cindy whispered for his attention, lending an ear toward her.

"He seems pretty aggressive for a DnD player, Are you sure he's here to play?" She asked.

He looked toward the two once more, the wizard yanking backward as Fervin pivoted like a horse on a hill. He smiled as he placed a hand on his cheek. "Oh yeah, I'm sure."

[yeoosaangg]

Babydoll || Kinktober - Day 12

pairing ▸ han jisung × f!reader

now playing ▸ babydoll - ari abdul

⤷ ❝wrapped around your finger, wish your tongue would linger.❞

genre ▸ idol au, fwb to lovers, smut

warnings ▸ masochism, praise, degradation, choking, fingering, rimming, marking, blood kink, consented recording, overstimulation, dumbification

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You haven't seen Jisung in a while, so you were a bit surprised when he called you. He was already whiny, asking you to meet him in his studio.

You were in the middle of getting your pussy ate by some random dude, but you couldn't just say no to your baby.

You told him to go faster, squirting all over his face before kicking him out.

When you started messing around with Jisung, you made it clear it wasn't just going to be him. He was perfectly okay with it back then.

Until he fell in love with you.

Now, it breaks his heart everytime he finds out you've been with other men. He wants to be the only one to have your attention.

Not that he'd ever tell you, though. Your arrangement has rules, specifically a "no falling in love" rule. He hates it now, regretting signing the documents.

But he doesn't regret the times he does spend with you. You help release a lot of his stress by feeding into his kinks. You being a domme was perfect for his disgusting fantasies.

You walk through the familiar hallway and find his studio. As soon as you lock the door behind you, he throws himself into your arms.

He kisses all over your face, saying how much he's missed you. You rub circles into his hips to calm him down, fingers slipping under his hoodie.

You kiss his forehead, amused at how giggly he is at your presence.

Y/n: Hey, there pretty baby. I missed you, too.

You had another guy's tongue in your cunt just ten minutes ago... But he doesn't need to know that.

Jisung pulls you onto his chair, sitting on your lap. His legs hand off the side, arms wrapped around your neck.

Y/n: Needy for me, aren't you?

Jisung: Need you so bad. Too much stress.

You kiss his entire face, hands groping his ass. He moans into your mouth, turning to straddle your lap.

He tugs at his clothes, whining when they don't come off. You chuckle, helping him get completely naked.

He tugs at your clothes, big eyes staring at you with such eagerness.

You give him permission to remove your clothes, and he leaves you in only your panties. You question his motives and then realize he's staring at your wet spot.

His face turns into a scowl.

Jisung: Who was it this time?

Y/n: Don't even know his name.

Jisung: Did he fuck you?

Y/n: Nah. Just ate me out.

You know he's jealous. Though, you think it's adorable. What's he gonna do to you, huh? You actually want to see him try.

Jisung: Why do you do this to me, Mistress? Do you secretly hate me?

Where did that come from?

Y/n: Of course not, baby. Why would you think that?

Jisung: You let other men touch you. Especially on the same day I want you all to myself. Do I not satisfy you enough? Am I too boring?

You frown, cupping his face when he tries to look away. You use your thumbs to wipe the river of tears pooling down his face

Y/n: What is it exactly that you want to tell me? You're spiraling and I need you to reel it back in, Hannie.

His bottom lip trembles as he stares at you with such sad eyes.

Jisung: I'm in love with you. And it hurts me everytime you're with men that aren't me. Why can't you just love me back?

Oh.

It's not that you don't want to love him, you just never thought about him that way.

You're the type of person that needs to be 100% sure that someone's interested in you in order to open up that part of yourself.

Just like now.

Y/n: I'm sorry that I hurt you, but that wasn't my intention. I was not aware you had feelings for me, seeing as our agreement was strictly of us being friends with benefits. That doesn't mean I can't love you one day.

His forehead creases, confusion now adorning his adorable features.

Jisung: What do you mean by that?

Y/n: I'm someone that believes it's unrealistic for someone to be into me. I don't pick up signals as well as others do because I assume it's just a friendly gesture.

He hums, playing with the string of his hoodie.

Y/n: Now that I'm aware of your feelings, I can slowly open up to the possibility of dating you. But it'll take time, Hannie.

Jisung: I'll wait for you, Mistress. I truly don't mind.

You give him a long and passionate kiss, a huge contrast to the hasty and lustful ones you usually give him.

Y/n: How about I take care of you today? Do whatever you want me to do to you, yeah?

Jisung: Really?

Y/n: Yes, babydoll. Anything you want.

He grins in excitement, looking around to see if anything can give him inspiration. He pulls the microphone and starts a brand new recording, pressing the button.

Jisung: Is this okay? Want to listen to it whenever you're not with me.

He's so fucking adorable.

Y/n: Humiliating, isn't it? Listening to yourself fall apart at my touch.

He moans when you grab his cock, pumping it at an agonizingly slow pace.

Jisung: Not at- Fuck! Not at all, Mistress. Love it when you ruin me.

Y/n: Yeah? Then what else do you want me to do other than tease your cock?

He melts in as your hand starts to pump at a faster pace.

Jisung: Carve your name onto me. Brand me as yours.

You bite down on his shoulder, the thought causing such nasty and vile comments to flood your brain.

Y/n: Where, babydoll.

Jisung: My hips. Please, Mistress.

You watch as his cum shoots out, coating your hand and his abdomen. You lick his cum clean of your hand, gathering the rest from his body.

Jisung: That's so hot.

You stand up, placing him on the chair. You take out a small switchblade and chuckle at how his cock twitched at the sight.

Y/n: Want me to lick the blood away, my little painslut?

He moans, nodding his head.

Jisung: Can I touch myself?

Y/n: Go ahead, baby.

He was so desperate to jerk himself off as you start cutting into the flesh of his hipbone. He cries out, loving how you lick the blood off with each letter.

Jisung: A heart too, please.

You chuckle, adding a heart next to your name.

You don't stop licking the blood until it has somewhat stopped.

His cum coats your face and he panics.

Jisung: I'm sorry, Mistress! Just felt so good, didn't mean to cum without permission.

You slap his tender thigh, eliciting a whine from the back of his throat.

Y/n: This is about you, babydoll. No need to apologize. How does my masterpiece look?

He looks down and moans at the sight.

Jisung: Now everyone's gonna know I'm yours.

Y/n: And from now on, I'm yours. No more sleeping around.

Jisung: Good. Now please finger me, Mistress.

You spread his legs, eyebrows raising at the small plug lodge in his ass.

Jisung: Wanted to be ready for you.

You kiss the inside of his thighs, pulling the toy out. He moans at the feeling, choking when you shove three fingers into his tight hole.

Jisung: Fuck! Yes, use me like a whore.

Y/n: Looks like you didn't prep yourself right. Did you do this on purpose?

He nods, screaming when you take his cock in your mouth.

Jisung: So good! Warm and wet.

You deep throat him, fingers opening him up as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He plays with his nipples, his breathing labored.

Jisung: Too much! Feeling lots!

Your fingers hit his prostate, his cum shooting down your throat. His whining and moaning tells you he's severely overstimulated.

You pull your fingers out, only for him to grab your wrist to keep them there. But you slap his hand away and he gasps when you hold his hips down.

Jisung: What- Oh, fuck!

You pull off his cock and start eating him out. Your tongue pushes into his ass so deliciously, his legs start shaking.

Jisung: Can I- Mmm- Can I please pull your hair?

You nod, not withdrawing from rimming his hole.

His hands weave through your hair, pulling you closer to have your tongue as far inside him as you can.

Jisung: So good!

You bring a hand up and pump his cock. He throws his head back and cums hard against his abdomen. Before you pull away, you bite his inner thigh, earning a beautiful whimper.

Jisung: Can I be inside you now?

Y/n: Look at you, sweet pup. So eager for me to use you like a dildo.

Jisung: Mhm! Wanna make Mistress feel good, too.

You push his legs into his chest and smack his ass hard. He whines at the sting, but laughs when the pleasure takes over.

Y/n: Dildos don't speak, mutt. Now sit there, don't move, and let me fuck myself on your cock.

He nods, sitting back on the chair. He tries to be as limp as possible, wanting to please you.

You straddle his lap, not wasting any time and bounce on his cock. You don't hold back your moans, squatting up and down, fondling your own breasts.

Y/n: Such an obedient little puppy, so perfectly trained. You can get all the rewards for being so good.

He holds back from whimpering at your words. Your gummy walls engulf his hard cock so deliciously, he's seeing stars.

Y/n: You can speak and move now, baby.

He screams, his mouth attaching to your left nipple. He uses it like it's his own personal chew toy.

Y/n: Such a whore for my boobs. You'd have them in your mouth all the time if it was allowed, huh?

He whines, bucking his hips up. You yelp in surprise at the way his tip hit your cervix.

Y/n: Be a good boy and fuck your Mistress. Use her like your own personal fleshlight.

He was so dazed, he thought he was halucinating. But when you wrap your hand around his neck, he knew you actually meant it.

Jisung: Anything for you.

He grabs your hips and desperately rams his cock into your begging cunt. He watches the way your eyes roll into the back of your head - he wants more.

He starts marking your neck, hickeys lining up your collarbone in a pretty shade of red.

Your orgasm hits you hard, creaming all over his lower half. He smiles in satisfaction from making you feel just as good as you make him feel.

Jisung: Was that good, Mistress?

Y/n: So fucking good.

You roll your hips, overstimulating the both of you. You just want to keep him forever with the way he makes your pussy scream.

Jisung: So... Another round?

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a/n: *evil laughter* thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[wheels-of-despair]

@oneforthemunny's Summertime Writing Game The Title: Tastes Like Coconuts / I Told You So The Eddie: Bouncer!Eddie The Prompt: ☀️ Topless Sunbathing / 🦀 Sunburnt Eddie The Words: 1.2k Note: Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass. Other Note: Only in the most imaginative of fiction can a girl who got a sunburn during an 8-minute smoke break write a story about sunbathing in the nude. (Seriously, my ears peeled for 2 days. It was quite unpleasant. 😂)

You'd timed this perfectly.

About ten minutes before you expected Eddie to arrive, you'd oiled up and headed to the back deck to lay out in the sun.

Wearing nothing.

Would he become rock-hard on sight and fuck you into your chair? Dive between your legs and give his tongue a workout? Flip you over and spank you for being so brazen and exposed? Drag you inside, bend you over the counter, and give you a lecture about UV rays?

There was really no losing scenario here.

So you laid there and let the sun warm you while you waited and wondered how he'd react. You'd never been so excited to hear the crunch of gravel. When you heard the van door slam, you arranged yourself into what you hoped was the sexiest way a person could lounge on a cheap lounge chair. When you heard him go inside and call your name, you had to fight back a smile.

And then he came out the back door, and froze in his tracks.

"Hey," you greet, as if there were nothing strange about him finding you like this.

"Uh… hey back." He stares you up and down and licks his lips.

"You gonna stand there all day?" you tease after a moment, unable to stand the anticipation of predicting his next move any longer.

He cocks his head, looks you up and down once more, and finally answers. "Nope." He pulls his shirt over his head and kicks his sneakers off, walking toward you as he unbuckles his belt.

When he reaches the bottom of your chair, you bend your knees upward and spread your legs, making room for him to join you.

"Oh, fuck me," he mumbles, kicking off his pants and nearly collapsing on top of you in nothing but his black boxers. Starting at your hip bone, he kisses a trail up your stomach and settles in on your breasts. You can't blame him; they were looking pretty damn good today. His mouth latches on to your right nipple, and his fingers work the left. You can't help but moan as you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. He switches sides and begins rocking into you through his boxers, and you're not sure how much more of this you can take.

"You're licking off all my suntan oil," you mumble, trying to sound annoyed about it.

"Tastes like coconuts," he says, giving you a little love bite that makes you jump. He moans and grinds against you harder.

"This would be a lot easier if you weren't wearing those," you lift your foot and give his boxer-covered ass a tap with it. He releases your nipple with a pop before reaching down and pulling himself out of them and gliding his head through your folds.

"You planned this," he accuses, feeling how wet you are for him.

"Duh," you say simply. He grins and fills you with a single thrust, making you throw your head back with a gasp.

After a few minutes of sloppy kisses and loud moans you hoped the neighbors couldn't hear, Eddie collapses on top of you. His head rests between your breasts like that valley was made for him. You watch him through half-lidded eyes and stroke his sweaty hair as he tries to catch his breath.

"Your pale ass is gonna burn if you don't get up," you warn after a few minutes, with a kiss to the top of his head as a signal for him to get off of you.

"Don't care," he mumbles, burrowing deeper in to the valley of the boobs.

"I do. You're gonna be a big baby about it and I'm gonna have to take care of you. We've played this game before, Munson."

"Nuh-uh," he retorts. So eloquent.

"Up."

"No." He lifts his head just enough to give you another love-bite, then returns to his favorite position.

"Alright, fine, have it your way." Always has to learn the hard way.

Eventually, he does get off of you. You go inside, throw on some clothes, and fix a pair of sandwiches. As Eddie finishes and downs the last of his beer, he shivers.

"Lookin' a little red there, Munson. I wonder why?"

He looks down at his still-bare shoulder, twisting and stretching his neck to get a better look at his back. "Shut up," he responds. You smile, deciding to save your I-Told-You-So for after his shower, when the heat really sets in.

And oh, boy, does it.

Later that night, you noticed a little sun on your arms, because that's the only part of you that wasn't shielded from the sun… by the crab-like creature that crawled out of your shower.

He walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist, turned around, and showed you his red back.

"Holy shit!"

He huffs.

"If only someone had told you to get your ass out of the sun, huh?"

He huffs harder.

Taking pity on the half-burned, fully stubborn fool, you step to his lighter side and give him a peck on the cheek. "Lay down, I'll go get the aloe."

You fetch the bottle of green goo from the fridge and return to the bedroom and have to laugh out loud. He's red from his shoulders to his feet… except for that one pure white spot in the middle where his underwear had been.

"Why are you laughing at me? I'm in paaain," he whines.

"Don't worry, you big baby, I'm gonna take care of you. But you're gonna have to earn it."

"What?" He lifts his head, but you've already gone to get the camera. He narrows his eyes when you return with it. "What are you doing?"

"You're a work of art. Stay still." He grumbles and buries his face in the pillow, and you take two or three photos before you get an amazing idea.

Holding the camera in one hand, you spread out your other and hover over the dazzlingly white ass cheek closest to you. Peeking up to make sure he's not looking, you draw your hand back and give him a hard wallop, making him jump at both the impact and the loud crack that echoes through the room.

"The fuck was that for?!" he yells in surprise.

"Art!" you laugh. He reaches back to rub the sting out, but you catch his wrist. He whines, mumbling into the pillow about how mean you are, but doesn't fight back.

Once the redness has had a chance to set in, you step back and aim the camera at him again, using up half a roll of film on Eddie's naked backside and the glorious handprint decorating it.

"Whyyy," he whines with a pathetic little flail. You laugh and put the camera down, picking up the still-cold gel and squeezing a glob onto his back. He flinches at the sensation, and you begin rubbing it in.

"I told you, it's art. Gonna get these printed, rent out a building in town, host a fancy exhibit. I'm gonna call it 'I Told You So'. That pretty ass of yours is gonna make us famous, baby!"

[buny-exotica]

𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌

synopsis: "Alone and heartbroken, Kyojuro decides to warm your bed for tonight"

references: ⚉ ⚆ ⚇

word count: 1.0k words

cont. warning: fellatio, overstim, swearing, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, dirty talk/praise

mutuals/friends: @zuzuthesnake

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ┆ 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ©𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒚𝒆𝒙𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂 2023 ┆𝐷𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝑜𝑟 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 ┆

𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙇𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜...

Jazz music would play in the background of the bar, while the rest of the teachers were either drunk off their minds or asleep you, alongside Kyojuro were at the balcony; Chatting while drinking down some liquor and giggling like schoolmates

"How are things with your boyfriend?"

His awestruck eyes would stare into your own, spinning the red liquor in your glass before drinking it as you sighed, "It didn't work out... Again.."

You were uncertain when it came to relationships, always ending with heartbreak from the other as they constantly cheat. And even then, Kyojuro was always there to comfort you; To keep you company till you found another person to keep your bed warm.

"Is something wrong with me?" Your lips quiver as you try not to break down in front of your best friend, "What? no of course not y/n" "It's always the same, I date someone for a few months and they all end up cheating, I-i just.."

You broke down in tears, pouring your heart out into his shirt as he pats your back. Turning you away from the crowd indoors as he comforts you, "There there it's alright, I'm here now." He coos as moves your hair away from your face; Taking out his napkin to wipe away your mascara-stained tears and messy lipstick.

"I just don't know what I'm doing wrong... Am I just cursed to be hurt like this Kyo?" You whimper as he wipes away your tears before kissing his forehead, "Things like this happen to the best of us, and the fact that you've gone through so much proves how strong you are. Even if you don't believe in yourself, just know I'm always here when you need me"

He praises, looking back, you've wondered whether or not you've had feelings for him. Wanting him to lift you with his strong hands, take you out on dates. And even though you've decided to not date your coworkers, he makes it so hard not to; Leaving you flustered when you imagined him without his shirt.

Time and time again, your body says no, but your heart says yes. Every. Single. Time

Kyojuro leans in to give you another forehead kiss when you moved your head upwards, his soft, chapped lips touching yours as he holds your waist. Pulling away to catch some air as your lipstick left a stain on his lips; His hands stutter, squeezing your hips to control his balance from being so lightheaded.

You apologized profusely as you sat him down in a chair before hearing him laugh wholeheartedly, squeezing your hand gently and whispering something in your ear, "I didn't know you used cherry-flavored lipstick little flame"

A moan escapes your lips when you felt him wrap his strong arms around your waist, practically tearing his shirt off of him as you kicked off your heels, impatient and needy; sitting with your dress scrunched onto your waist, leaving your chest exposed as you unbuckle his belt, his large warm hand having you feel the bulge in his pants.

"Do you know how long I've been holding off myself for you?"

He purrs and presses his bulging cock on your stomach, seeing how far it could reach in your womb and laughing as you stare in disbelief. "Relax my flame I'm not gonna break you, too bad" He mutters the last part, closing your legs in fear before seeing him kneel before you and gently pry your legs apart; Cooing at your lacey panties and taking them off gently, all too impatient to get a taste of you.

He kisses your thigh, purposely avoiding your sensitive nub in a teasing manner to get you to whine and beg him, "Please don't tease me, I'm sensitive"; Squeezing your legs around his face when you saw his golden yellow and red irises stare up at you like a piece of meat before feeling his tongue enter your slit.

You close your eyes when he puts his finger inside, sucking on your sensitive nub whilst fingering you, his skilled fingers making you place your legs behind his shoulders as he indulged in your sweet taste; Drool and spit slicking his lips and chin as he fucks you on his fingers.

Kyojuro felt as if he was in heaven, moaning and leaving vibrations on your clit as you moaned his name. His dreams finally becoming a reality when he hears you muttering like a fool for his tongue; If he wasn't so impatient and you weren't so sensitive he would stay here all night.

He stood back up, pleased with his work of leaving you sensitive enough to cum if he just pushed in the tip, slapping his cock on your sensitive clit and pinning you under him as he slowly pushed it inside, your fingernails digging into his arms as you feel him stretch around your insides.

Impatient, he starts thrusting slowly, moans slipping his lips as he basks in your warm, snug cunt. Praising you on how well you're taking him as he shares a kiss with you, telling you how much he loves you as he confessed his feelings towards you.

'Love you so much' 'All for me', Just spewing words of gratitude and satisfaction as he pressed his forehead against yours, your legs wrapping around his waist encouraging him to go deeper, wanting an excuse to not go to work in the morning as kisses you softly.

"God you feel so fucking good" He curses as he wraps his arms around your chest, whispering lewd, dirty praises in your ear as you leave hickeys and kiss marks on his neck and chin, his thrusts increased when you held onto his hair, making him groan in bliss as he held your legs apart before turning you on your stomach with your ass up as he continues thrusting, leaving you screaming out from the new feeling.

He pulls on your hair when you tried to hide your face in the pillows, wanting to hear you babble and cry on his cock as he indulged in watching you shake under him; Tears stung your eyes when you felt his cock go even deeper inside you and feeling it in your womb.

"T-too deep" you whimper and felt his thrusts become harsher, your cum coating his cock and making it easier for him to thrust faster as he lets go of your hair and hold onto your waist properly, his arms were going to leave a mark on your hips as he puts a foot up on the bed and thrusts harder; You felt like you were gonna cum again from feeling this new found pleasure once more.

Your eyes flashed to white as you cum, your toes curling in on themselves as you squeeze around his cock for him to stop, feeling him pull you to his crotch as he cums deep into your ovaries, thrusting to make sure you got pregnant as he lies beside you panting.

He starts laughing as he moved his hair away from his face whilst wrapping you in his arms, his cum leaking into your bed sheets. "You ok?" he looks down at you as you hug his chest, you nod as you yawned and kiss his cheek before going to bed.

What a story he's gonna have to tell when he gets home.

©𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒚𝒆𝒙𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂 2023 ┆ 𝐷𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝑜𝑟 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡

[vikingstoner69]

Victor Creed/Reader: Not leaving me! (smut)

     Fandom;x-men

      piring; Victor Creed/reader

       Warnings: breeding kink

Hey guys I know its been a while since i posted but things have been a bit busy and i havent had much time plus i kind of fallen in a rut and havent really felt up to doing anything with wirting but i’m back and will be posting more. My requests are still open and i will be updating my list of fandoms very soon 

         You open the door and snarl when you see him, Victor creed your lover, or so you thought. Your lips curl revealing your sharp fangs and you growl lowly beyond pissed off. 

"What's got you all riled up kitten?" he smirks from his spot in the chair you snarl your blood boiling at his smug face after what you saw. 

“Its not your problem anymore i’m just here to get my things” you snap not looking at him at all as you start for the bedroom Victor hot on your heals. 

“Your not leaving me” he snarls watching you start to gather up your things in a bag. 

“Oh i’m leaving and you're not gonna stop me Victor” you snarl throwing things in bags and you swing around bearing your fangs at him when he grabs your arm. You swipe at him with your free arm and he snarls and pins you to the wall, his body molding to you. 

“Your.Not.Leaving.me” he snarls, he was so much stronger than you but you were still pissed and you used that anger to slip out of his hold and you punched him in the face hard making him snarl. 

“I have no reason to stay! You made that very clear the other night!” you snarl as he wipes the blood off his chin and in a blank of an eye you are back against the wall but this time his hold. 

“You know i love it  when you're angry" he purrs in your neck and ear.  He chuckles as you snarl at his words. 

"Let me go Victor" you snarl, thrusting up your body trying to wiggle out of his grip. Only his hold tightens. Victor kicks your legs apart and shoves his knee between your legs making you bite your lip to hold back a moan.

"I can smell how wet you are for me, but what's that? Anger and jealousy, oh kitten" Victor chuckles, you snarl and keep fighting to get free. 

"I'm not yours! Not anymore! So let me go! You want those whores you can have them!" You snarl feeling tears sting your eyes but you don't let them fall. 

"You don't know what you're talking about" he growls, his face going dark. You felt a shiver run down your spine and your cunt throbs. 

"Oh please I know what I saw" you snarl, you stop trying to fight him knowing that you had no chance of breaking free. 

"It was that blue bitch from the brotherhood. Metal head has a job for me" he growls nuzzling your neck.

"I know what I saw Victor" you snap moving your head back to look him in the eyes. 

"No you don't! You really gonna walk away like jimmy! After everything!" He snaps back, you bite your lip and look down at his chest. He lets you go and takes a step back.

"Victor if you saw what I did you would think the same thing! You two were awfully cozy! And how dare you! I stayed with you when everyone else left!" You snap your anger firing back up at his words and he smirks as your claws extends. You pounce and knock him down and you land on top of him. Before you have the chance to punch him he flips you both over so he's on top and he pins you down.

"You wanna play rough kitten okay" he chuckles and kisses you deeply biting your lip making you moan and he shoves his tongue in your mouth. He lets your hands go and your go into his hair and tug as you kiss him back just as hard and deep. Victor's lips travel down your neck to a mark on your neck, his mark.

"Fuck victor!" You moan an your hips thrust up as he licks your mark making you shiver. Victor pulls back and rips off your shirt and bra his claws leaving little marks behind. You rip open his shirt and you run your claws lightly down his chest to his pants. 

"Your mine kitten" he growls in your ear and you take him off guard and flip him so you're on top. You roll your hips and moan as you smirk down at him. 

"You Victor Creed are mine! I won't share you with another bitch. And if I ever catch you with another bitch again, I'll kill her" you snarl your nails digging into his chest just a bit. Victor snarls and rips your pants before you are once again on your back. 

"When I fuck you, I want you to scream for me" he purrs in your ear as he rubs your clit making you moan and cling to him. You feel his weight shift and then his rough tongue licke between your folds to your clit making you cry out. 

"Oh fuck! Victor!" You cry out and grind your face on his rough tongue.  Your hands go into his hair and you tug when he bites your clit. Victor sucks hard on your cunt and you scarem as you cum hard. 

"I love the way you scream my name when you cum" he grins down at you as he undoes his pants and takes them off. Victor grabs his cock and slowly strokes it. And you lick your lips.

"Fuck me Victor, fuck me hard" you beg him as he stokes his cock.

"I want you to scream for me" he growls, Victor pushes the head of his cock in your cunt and he growls while you moan at being so full. 

"Fuck!" You breathe as he shoves deep into you. He held you roughly as he pounded into you. His claws pricking your skin. 

"Who do you belong to?" He growls, between each word was met with an even harder thrust. 

"YOU! I'm yours Victor! All yours" you cry out your claws digging into his back making him snarl. You lean up and kiss him deeply as you meet his thrusts. 

"I'm gonna fuck you till I put a cub in you. Would you like that? You want to carry my cubs" he growls in your ear and you moan an feel your cunt throb around him from his words. 

"Yes, yes please Victor! I want that so much" you moan and beg as he growls pure filth in your neck and ear as he pounds you into the bed. 

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" he snarls feeling you tighten around him. 

"Please! I'm so close" you beg feeling right there on the edge. 

"Fuckin cum on my cock" he growls as you clamp down on him. 

 "VICTOR!" You scream out as you cum hard, your claws tearing down his back making him snarl as he cums deep inside you. Victor rolls off onto his back trying to catch his breath. You roll over and lay your head on his chest. 

"Your mine" he says once he can speak. 

"Vic-" you start but he cuts you off. 

"No! Everyone leaves! But not you! You promised" he reminds you of that night years ago. You bite your lip and sigh. 

"I'll stay" you tell him, laying your head on his chest, closing your eyes, letting sleep finally take you. 

[mandareeboo]

Unfinished Work #58: "Coffee Time"

I'm kind of sad steam ran out for this one! It was gonna be interesting. The basic idea from here was that Octavia would start seeing Loona as a friend and invite her over when Stella got her things. Loona would admittedly only ever see it as a job, since Octavia never asked her about her day or life. Once that was out Octavia would apologize and they'd become actual friends. It just didn't pan out.

Title: Coffee Time

Summary: Loona finds a very angsty bird coming by once a week to break into her routine and steal her coffee.

Being a secretary is the pits. Maybe it would be worth something if there was any real need for it, but I.M.P. is almost solely walk-ins so Loona honestly, legitimately has nothing to do most of the day. Her main work was keeping up with clients while the others went off murdering- usually via text, since even the dumbest of the damned don't tend to casually discuss having people go to the human realm for them on a call. It's a lot of quick, autocorrected, boring messages that Loona's basically turned into a one-woman algorithm of 'yes, we're doing it. Yes, they're there. Yes, we really are gonna kill a bitch. No, I don't want your unsolicited dick pics.'

Loona's claim to fame is in two very specific aspects. One: she has legs for days. Two: she makes a damn good cup of coffee. The nice thing about a hellhound's nose is that she knows the exact second it's perfectly brewed, and exactly how much to add. Her coffee is consistent, it's reliable, and it's sad that it's the highlight of her day to make some stupid bean juice, but it is.

Rifling through the cabinets, Loona finds two unmarked white mugs and pulls them down. She fills one higher than the other. The smaller cup gets a shitton of creamer in it; like, an absolutely ridiculous amount. It's basically milk with extra steps. The other gets the rest of the bottle- and it's never enough for Moxxie's bitch ass, but Loona decided a long time ago that if he wanted his preferred amount he should buy his own or get his wife to stop drinking half a damn bottle at a time.

Setting them down at the front of her desk, Loona flops back into her chair, pulls up Sinstagram, and waits.

Her job is a routine. It's simple. It's monotonous. Sometimes it's really fucking boring. Most of the time it's really fucking boring, actually. But Loona doesn't exactly have a lot of options on her plate.

Then the door gets kicked open, and suddenly it's new and refreshing.

"You would not BELIEVE the shit my dad told me today," Octavia grouses. Loona's eyebrows raise as the avian casually grabs one of the few waiting room chairs and pulls it over to her desk. She didn't invite the Goetia. She'd offered to listen whenever she wanted to rant, after that night in L.A., but she'd really not expected her to take her up on that. It was just one of those things, y'know? A yarn nice people use but don't really expect to have put into practice.

"You didn't walk here, did you?" she asks. Loona didn't even want to consider the stink Stolas would make if his owlet had walked into the shadiest part of Imp City alone.

"Of course not. I took a bus." Octavia's beak wrinkles as she recounts it. Loona wonders if it's the first time she's taken a bus in hell. They make Earth buses look spotless. "The dick isn't here, is he?"

"Blitz? Nah. He's off murdering the ex of a client." Loona's pretty sure he'll be home soon, though. Annoying as they all were, the imps were damn good at fucking their way up and out of fucked up situations. "We got time."

Octavia looks at the mugs, grabs the darker one, and slugs it like its vodka. Loona's too amused to tell her it's not for her. Because, fuck, who cared? They can make their own fucking coffee. Loona casually pulls the off-white milk monstrosity towards herself. "Anyway. My dad told me the wildest shit today. He was betrothed to my mum. It was some... fucked up arranged shit."

"You didn't know that?"

"You did?"

"He's royalty, kid. Rich bitches don't usually marry out of love."

"Well, yeah, but," Octavia grasps at straws, "We don't talk to the rest of dad's family. I just assumed it was because he and my mum pissed them off and eloped."

"Maybe," Loona replies. It's not like she knows a damn thing about it. "I don't, like, know your dad or anything, but he always gave me hella gay vibes. I didn't think he liked women at all."

Octavia takes a smaller sip, clenching her talons around the warmth for comfort. "I... don't know. I've never asked."

"He'd probably tell you if you did."

"Yeah. Probably. Does it... bother you? Our dads dating."

Loona's pretty sure 'dating' isn't what their relationship could be defined as. But she also doesn't want to break it to Octavia that she's heard they bone for profit, either. Not her table. "I really don't give a fuck what they do. Blitz is just my dad on paper."

(It's almost a lie. Loona sees Blitzo mostly as, like, an obnoxious roommate whose also her boss. But she also knows her role is nepotism at its finest, and that he gets her presents and remembers her favorite things, and Loona just. Can't think too deeply about it. Can't rely on that. It's only a matter of time before that goes away. It always does.)

"He's so... gross."

"Just be glad he's not giving you shitty cutesy nicknames."

Octavia shudders.

Loona's phone goes off with an obnoxiously loud chime. She sighs. "Sorry, kid. That's my cue to bring them back."

"'Via," Octavia corrects, immediately standing up. She fiddles with her beanie nervously. "Can I... come back sometimes? And talk to you? It's just nice to have someone around my age to bitch to."

Loona agrees. It's about time her job had some actual fucking requirements. And if that requirement is hanging out with a cool but troubled teenager, she can handle that. By the time the portal's open Octavia's gone, the chair is back in its place, and Loona's sending the usual 'we killed the bitch, like we said.'

Moxxie's grating voice breaks through Loona's eardrums like sandpaper as he lifts the almost empty coffee pot. "Goddamn it, Loona. Can't you do your job?"

"Do it yourself you fat bitch," she intones blandly, hiding a smile behind the pages of a grimoire that's as old as hell itself.

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"Wow," Octavia says the second time, finding the exact same setup. "This really is all you do all day."

"It's called a job," Loona replies, waving her in. "A really stupid one."

The Goetia trilled as she pulled the chair up. She seemed a bit more hesitant this time around- probably because she wasn't in a blind rage like the last time. "What's it like, having a job?"

The hellhound gestured to herself, sitting in the same damn chair with her legs up on the same damn table. "It's this. Sit here all day. Same time every day. Make some coffee, keep clients up to date, and portal the idiots home when they're done fucking around topside."

[thewhiskersonkittens]

Don't Tempt Me

Pairing: Rick "Jester" Heatherly x Female Reader

Summary: This is sort of a sequel to "Secret" but it can be read by itself. It picks up where "Secret" left off. Jester x Reader have been sneaking around with each other and here they are finishing the hookup they started before. This here is basically PWP (p*rn without a plot). 😜 Y/L/N = Your Last Name.

Warnings: Smut, M/F intercourse, some curse words. This isn't super explicit IMO but I'll add the warning just in case. Minors please DNI. 18+.

Word Count: 700+.

A/N: This was requested by Anon with the prompt: "Don't Tempt Me". Thank you for your patience! ❤

Hope you enjoy! :)

Jester was making good on his promise to "make it up to you".

When you arrived at his place you went round for round. You couldn't resist telling him about how Slider hit on you again. It seemed to spark some sort of envy or possessiveness in Jester or perhaps both.

It started in the hallway, up against the wall, then it was on the couch and eventually moved into the bedroom. There was a break in there somewhere and now you found yourself going at it again. This time, you two were back in the living room on the faux leather Lay-Z Boy recliner.

You were straddling him, bouncing up and down with a steady rhythm. Jester kept a firm grip on your hips as you moved. The chair squeaked and rocked. You were both panting and moaning. Your skin was slick with sweat. You laughed as you bounced.

"What's so funny?" Jester inquired, breathlessly. "You get a kick out of riding me like a race horse?"

God, that voice of his. It alone could turn you on so much and he had no idea.

"Are you complaining, Commander?!" You joked. "And as a matter of fact, yes, sir, I do get a "kick" out of it!"

You pushed back some of your hair that had fallen out of place as you rode him. You took his hands off your hips and moved them to your breasts.

"No, I was thinking about Viper's office." You explained. "I'm not going to be able to go back in there again without seeing that file cabinet and picturing you in between my legs."

Jester sighed at the memory.

"That was a big error in judgement, Miss Y/L/N. We're lucky we didn't get caught. I just don't know if I'm more to blame or if you are."

You scoffed as you changed your pace, now making your lower half do slow, sensual swirls on his erection. The action made Jester tilt his head back and moan with pleasure.

"You're the one who followed me in there and started getting all handsy with me, mister! Quit acting like you regret it. You don't."

Looking back up at you, Jester responded by squeezing your nipples causing you to squeal with delight.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, baby." He agreed with a grunt. "I'll own up to it."

"Ooo... " You purred. "I like a responsible man!"

There it was. That rare Jester grin and chuckle it seemed only you could bring out of him.

"I take my responsibilities very seriously." He told you. "Right now, that responsibility is fucking you."

He let his hands trail tantalizingly slow down from your breasts, over your abdomen, and back around your hips. He secured a firm grip as he began to thrust fast causing you to gasp and then laugh.

"Aww, shit, daddy, " You moaned. "God, that feels so good!"

Jester bounced you faster and faster. The recliner started to rock wildly back and forth but neither of you cared. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer.

"Fuck," You breathed. "Rick...I'm...I'm gonna come!"

You had such an intense orgasm, your whole body had a spasm.

"Christ, girlie," Jester grunted, nearing his own climax. "Here it comes."

As you attempted to dismount from him, the recliner tilted backwards too far for the last time. You couldn't help but yelp as the chair suddenly threw both of you onto the floor as it fell over. Jester swore and grunted, finishing his release.

"Oh, shit!" He exclaimed. "Holy shit! You OK, baby?!"

He raised up to check on you. You rolled over on your side, facing him. You were laughing so hard, you couldn't catch your breath.

"Oh my God," You finally managed to squeak. "Holy shit! I can't believe that actually happened!"

"Yeah," Jester sighed. "Shit. I think I made a mess."

You both continued to lay there in the floor, both not really eager to move, and trying to catch your breath. The coolness of the hardwood on your back felt good against your sweaty bare skin. You started giggling again. Jester shot you a look but even he couldn't help but find the whole thing funny. You both started giggling and chuckling together. You reached over and stroked the side of his face.

"You know," You began, referring to the incredible sex.

"You keep that shit up and I might just fall in love."

You were teasing him and Jester knew it. A wicked smile spread across his face as he took your hand and kissed it.

He was looking directly in your eyes as he said:

"Don't tempt me."

[heximagines]

Bestie I have my permit test tomorrow can I please have severen content for good luck. 🥺

Yeah for sure! Best of luck dude. I know it's nerve wracking but you'll do great. How about some fluff? ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Your eyes darted between Severen and the page you'd ripped out from a stray magazine. It was a Marlboro add with a red background, perfect for your idea. You had to dig around in your bag before pulling out a sharpie. Uncapping it with your teeth you quickly set to work, eyes darting between Severen's profile and the glossy paper as you drew. Eventually he felt your gaze burning into the side of his face and turned to look at you. When he caught you staring he flashed you a wink and smirked but your eyes only darted back down to your paper, adding a line here and a curve there. After a moment he realized that you were drawing him. He jumped up quick as a flash but you saw him coming. You kicked your foot out and held him at bay with it. "No, no, no not yet! I'm not done!" you squealed. He tried to snatch it away from you, making you slide down deeper into your seat. "C'mon let me take a look!" You kept trying to kick him away, he wasnt getting to this drawing until you were damn well ready for him to see it. "Stop! You're gonna make me mess up!" He ducked down and tried to dive under your arms but you jumped up out of the chair and on top of the bed Mae and Caleb were trying to cuddle on. "Watch it!" Caleb yelled. You ignored him and jumped over to the arm of the couch Homer was settled into. The little bastard swiped at your legs and sent you tumbling down to the floor. Severen lunged at you and caught your legs before you could get back up. "Gotcha!" "Nooo!" You tried to kick yourself free again but he held tightly onto your hips with one arm while the other reached for your drawing. "Just wait until I'm done!" You heard someone knocking loudly in the wall to your left and a muffled yell of, "Shut the fuck up!" You only took it as a distraction to break out of Severen's hold and dash into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door. You heard his body thud against the other side of the flimsy wood and chuckled. He tried the knob but it only rattled. "Damn it!" "Guess you'll just have to wait," you snickered, satisfied with your victory.

You slid down into the floor and you could hear Severen do the same on the opposite side of the door. You kept drawing until you heard the soft spark of Severen’s lighter and the smell of cigarette smoke wafted under the door. "Sev! Lemme get a smoke." You stuck your fingers though the gap. You heard him hum thoughtfully and groaned, already knowing where this was going. "Come on, pretty please?" You flexed your fingers in a gimmie motion and he huffed out a small laugh. "I'll trade you." You eyes darted down to your nearly complete drawing. After a moment you yanked your hand back and kept working. "One sec." You added some shading and embellishments before tossing the marker aside and getting to your feet. You tucked the drawing behind your back before opening the door. On the other side Severen was scrambling to his own feet. He raised a brow at you and you tilted your chin towards him, parting your lips and urging him to give you your smoke. He obliged and even lit the end for you. "Well?" You presented him with the completed drawing. It was a characature of him as a little devil, horns, pitchfork, and pointy little tail included, dancing around in a goofy pose. He just stared at it, slack jawed before giving a disbelieving laugh. Diamondback dashed across the room to peek over his shoulder and take a look of her own. "Oh my God! Jess, look at this!" She snatched the paper away from Severen who chased her back across the room. She slammed the drawing down on the card table and everyone rushed over to take a look. They all broke up in a fit of laughter. "It's a spittin' image, I'd say," Mae shook her head, looking between Severen and his tiny counterpart. Severen urged you over and you gladly tucked yourself under his arm, leaing up for a kiss on the head. "Gee, can we stick it on the fridge you guys?" "If we had one," Jesse answered.

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxvii.f: Soul Quench, I drop my arms in a very low-effort way, as if they were dead weight ... “I know you're physically alive jackass … I meant mentally, emotionally … I mean you crawled out of a fucking rain canal! With Broken Fucking Legs!!! … anyone would be really fucked up after that … I'd be worried if you weren't a little rattled.” well then call a shrink, because I'm fine … I let out a large *sigh* and decompressed totally. I had to make a few choices in that moment while down there … some that reeeeally showed some colors, made a deal I'll probably regret, and sent Hell straight into the sky, unfortunately repeating another cycle of hate. What happened was I met with The Devil, he offered his claw-like hand once again … I took it … and now I'm here, and with that comes more than you can even imagine when it comes to stipulations. “What kind … of deal?” … I feel my eyebrows drop and tighten, to an angry disposition. A return of sorts … to let some limitations go, to freely exist once more, understanding my value and that of others in comparison once again … viciously … which will for certain open doors for me, big ones at that, but block the greater gate I'm wishing to travel through in the long run, the gate of peace and serenity. “Is that gonna … affect our relationship any? Are you returning to back then? Because I'm gonna be honest Red, I don't want to relearn that part of you … this newer shade, so much better.” She put her right hand on my shoulder. “I'm here for you, and I will hold that love like you do, I'll keep it safe within me like you say … you don't have to stop being … you … so just do as you do, and say it all out loud, give me all the details so I'm prepared, and lean on me, even if you don't want to … this is our deal, to stay stable … to not get lost anymore … no more storms.” My face relaxed, I rested my left hand over hers looked at her directly, and said. Don't fret Imp, I made a deal for sure … but I'm not a complete fool … our agreement was based on support, supplementing my lacking sectors, not to take over. Nothing will threaten our relationship, I will not … abandon you. She looked at me, smiled in cute totality, and put her hand back on the wheel, pulling away from my shoulder. “I know … you've done me wrong in the past, but you've always come to rectify that, stuck by me, and you never meant any harm to begin with anyway, just kicking rocks around and managed to ricochet some my way; realistically at my glass house, which isn't your fault any.” Thanks, M. “No need. it's like saying the sky is blue, making compliments towards you, they are merely factual.” Yet not insincere or meaningless, which has always been a part of your refreshing personality. She smiled again, this time big and wide. We got home, and she loaded me into my chair and wheeled me up to her apartment, where I'd stay. … … … Four and a half months pass. I finally, through healing and physical therapy/treatment, break away from my chair and crutches, to walking again, even lightly running. … … … I start to wake from sleep, I feel soft warm skin laying across my whole body, on top of me … feet and legs curled and wrapped up together, I open my eyes to see one very asleep and drooling a pool … Imp … we had one large furry blanket draped over us, that was the color of cyan with hits of white thrown in, I could feel her warm skin, heartbeat, and breath across my chest, I had my arms firmly wrapped around her, one hand resting on her upper back, the other firmly grasping her ass … I could feel her lower half flow between my fingers oh so gentle and softly, I’d say I was getting excited, however, my body had already beat me to it, with morning wood stiffer than good timber. I could die here I thought, no need to fight any fights anymore, so long this feeling and sight never faded away. But … the day as well more than a few unsightly individuals were going to be waiting for me … [To Be Continued]

[multifandomxreader]

gif by @ gryffindorwriter

Bottom! Druig x Top! eternal Male reader

Tw: unprotected sex!!! , basic smut, no hard kinks

summary: Druig and you were sent on a mission together. Sharing the same room (and bed) made some truths come out. Not hard when your crush can read minds.

Druig relaxed into the covers and rested his head on the pillow. "Of course they only had to have one room left and of course there only had to be one bed in it." you complain as you let yourself slump into the sofa next to the bed. Druig laughs, you throw a sour expression at him. "You think this is funny huh? Wait till I kick you out of the bed in the middle of the night, we'll see who's laughing then." You throw one of the small cushions at him.

"You know, there's a way to avoid that situation right?" Druig says as a mischievous expression forms on his face. Suddenly a picture of your two naked bodies entwined together forms in your head. You raise your eyebrows 'guess I'll just play along' you think to yourself.

"What do you mean exactly?" you ask naively. Druigs expression changes slightly and opens his mouth "Well, you could sleep on the ground" he smirks. You stand up and walk to his side of the bed get close to his face and you feel his breath hitch. You wait for a second to speak "I'm gonna grab dinner" you smile as you walk away from the bed out of the door away from him.

You arrive at the diner with Druig shortly following you. You pick a table and order your favorite food. Boredom washes over you and still keen on playing along with Druigs games an idea forms in your head. You decide to look Druig, who is sitting in front of you, right in the eyes. Feeling they had been lingering over you ever since your conversation about the single bed. Concentrating as hard as you can you start to form the picture that has been in your head for quite a while, a guilty pleasure that had visited you in your dreams. A vision of Druig whining, begging, moaning your name, his lips on yours, no space left in between your naked bodies...

Druig shifts in his chair and fixes his pants, a slight blush growing on his cheeks. Every time he looks over your face is plastered with a mask of innocence. "You okay Druig?" you ask him casually as his breathing starts to get heavier. You were still busy imagining him under you all hot and sweaty knowing he could read your mind if he wanted to, or in this case, if you wanted to.

Knowing you could make him like this with just your thoughts made you grow in your pants. Suddenly Druig got up "I'm not hungry, I'm heading back to my -our room" he speaks. As he rushed out you followed him, leaving some money for the food you hadn't even touched.

You caught up with him before he reached your bedroom door, you put your hand on his shoulder. "Druig, are you okay?" you ask hoping you hadn't gone too far. He turns around and takes you in from head to toe. Before you can open your mouth to ask if you'd gone too far he puts his finger over your lips. "I love it when you decide to play along" he says sultry. A mischievous grin forms on his face, you take his hands in yours.

fuck me y/n'

"With pleasure."

Your faces meet each other in a clashing kiss, the hunger that was kept in you for centuries finally coming out. You open the door and stumble through it, locking lips again you push him to the wall. Your hands roam his body, you break the kiss to rest your forehead against his and take his face in your hands. "I have wanted to do that for a really long time" you say almost breathless.

"I wanted you for centuries y/n and I still want you now." Druig whispers.

Your lips connect into a kiss more sensual than the last. The kiss heats up and Druig starts to grind his hips into yours, you feel his hard-on against your thigh and gasp when he moves against yours. Your hands travel from his face down his back and take off his shirt, his hands doing the same.  "Jump" you tell him, he does so and wraps his legs around you. Still pinned against the wall you deepen the kiss as you look for more friction, more connection between the two of you.

You carry him to the bed and fall down on it, Druig lying on his back as you stand up to take off your pants. Sitting up, the other eternal takes your hips between his hands and starts placing kisses from your chest downwards. You entangle your fingers in his hair as you moan softly, looking up through his lashes Druig gets lower and lower. The underwear you hadn't taken off yet already wet with precum, gets taken off slowly.

Druig takes his own pants off and you join him on the bed. Making out, you feel every single part of his beautiful body, finally your fingers reach his entrance. You grab the lube from the nightstand and put some on your fingers. Druig spreads his legs, you take his invitation and move in between them.

You kiss him devotedly as your fingers circle around his hole and you push one in slowly. Druigs breath hitches "More" he demands. You push in deeper and move your finger. Making sure he's ready you put a second one inside and then a third.

The eternal was rock hard moaning your name. "Y/n, please, I want you in me" he whimpers with his hands on your chest. You nod as you remove your fingers out of him, positioning yourself between his legs. You push in the head slowly and Druig curses, tipping his head back giving you the opportunity to kiss his neck.

You stop moving to see if he is alright but he pushes himself down on you as he mutters "Keep going." When you're finally all in you start moving in and out at a slow pace. Druigs arms wrap around your back, nails digging into your skin. He calls out your name as you speed up.

You devour him in a sloppy kiss as the pleasure of his warm insides runs through you. Druig keeps moaning your name while you pound inside him. You feel you're getting closer as a warmth starts to grow in your stomach and your movements start to get sloppy.

Druig opens his mouth to say something but only moans escape. You look inside his eyes 'I'm gonna cum.' You nod as you kiss him again and trust in deeper and faster.

You feel your body fall apart as your cum fills Druig and his cum spills over you. You both pant as you lie next to each other. And turn to each other 'My beautiful, beautiful y/n' you smile as you kiss Druig tenderly.

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Memento Mori - Part I

James "Bucky" Barnes x Male Reader

*CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT*

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Brief mention of homophobia, angst

Link to the Song within this chapter: https://youtu.be/UC_VzbtRGr0

April 17th, 1937

"C'mon Buck, these are the third girls this week." Steve was already exhausted with Bucky's antics, doing best to ignore his grinning companion leaning against the bar. The lime soda in his hand was making it wet with condensation, as he drew lines in the moisture with his thumb.

"Well you haven't gotten anywhere with any of the others, so I'm trying to find out your type, that way I can narrow it down a little." Bucky took a sip of his drink, trying to conceal the face he pulled at the taste. "Listen... I got a blonde and a ginger, what do you think?"

"I think neither."

"I'm not letting you die alone Stevie," Bucky raised his arm towards the entrance of the bar, signalling over to the two dressed up girls who just walked in. They came rushing over to him, clearly ignoring Steve. "Evening ladies."

Steve didn't know why Bucky bothered, no matter how many girls Bucky tried to throw at him, none of them stuck. The closest he had ever gotten to speaking with one of them was a small smile. It could be worse he guessed.

"Steve here would like to offer you both a dance," Both the girls looked at each other hesitantly as Bucky shoved Steve forward, clearly giving no one an actual choice in the matter. The two girls shrugged as they walked over to the bar's dance floor, Steve following behind.

"Another round?" Bucky jumped slightly when the Bartender speaks up, holding up a bottle of whiskey to refill his glass with.

"Christ, yes please. Make it a double, would ya?" Bucky gives a slightly pained smile as he pushes his glass forward, catching the eyes of the bartender for a little longer than necessary.

"How many girls is this now? I've lost count." He filled the glass, giving his a little more than a double, feeling as though the poor man needed it.

"Me too," He shot half the drink and leant forward onto the counter, letting his head drop. "Its just... I don't want him to be left alone if something happens to me, he's too good to just be kicked to the side. None of them can look past his appearance though. As he says, no one wants a dance partner you might step on."

"It takes a while to find the right partner. Let him find some one himself, forcing him onto some one will just push him further away." Bucky's grim smile turned soft as he turned to look for Steve, only to find the two girls dancing together and Steve on the side lines watching and politely clapping. "Give him a chance to make his own path."

"You a bartender or a shrink?" Bucky turned back to the other man, finishing the rest of his glass and pushing it forward once more.

"If I were a shrink I'd be getting paid more than forty cents an hour. A tip would be nice though."

"What's your name?"

"Y/N. Enjoy your night Bucky, don't make your buddy do all the work, at least help him entertain those girls."

*****

The night was a lot calmer than usual, most likely helped by the light drizzle of rain urging the city to get home early and cuddle up inside. But this was Brooklyn, it never truly slept. It was almost half eleven, the bar should close spot on eleven o'clock, but there was always one last stain to scrub and a last glass to clean.

"If I try putting these chairs up any louder they're gonna break, could you please take the hint that I'm trying close up." Y/N had been tidying around Bucky for the last half hour, watching the other man from the corner of his eye as he slowly sipped on his whiskey, which had now become mostly water as the ice completely melted.

"And here I was thinking you were enjoying my company," Bucky softly chuckled as he turned to Y/N, giving him a small, half smile to indicate he took no offence.

Y/N stopped and sighed, drumming his fingers on the chair's legs he had just put up, thinking for a moment. "There's always worse company." He went back behind the bar and took the drink in Bucky's hands before pouring it down the sink.

"Hey! I was drinking that." He stood with his hands out, genuinely surprised by the action.

"You're killing me, sit back down and I'll make you something you might actually like." Y/N spoke while pulling out two clean martini glasses from the shelf beneath the counter and a metal shaker. He cringed as he filled the shaker with ice, hating how the noise disrupted the peace.

"Are you making me a cocktail?" Bucky raised an eyebrow as he watched.

"You look like the type. I might shoot myself in the foot if you pull that face again. Its every time you take a sip, you're not very good at hiding it. I'm beginning to think you're a masochist." Y/N pushed one of the two glasses forward. "Have a taste."

Bucky hesitated at first, eyeing the drink cautiously before taking a sip.

"You didn't pull a face, I'm going to take that as you liking it."

"... Fine, I'm a cock man. What's in it?"

"Never say that sentence again, please or next time I'll add rat poison." Y/N finished his drink in one motion, using it to hide a faint tint to his cheeks. "It's called a Maiden's Prayer. Its a mix of London dry gin, Cointreau, lemon and orange juice."

"Fancy."

They fell into a relatively calm, yet tentative quiet, the radio playing softly in the background to fill the space. There was a moment of silence as the last song faded and the next played, Bucky shifted in his seat, his eyes flicking between his glass and Y/N.

"Dance with me."

"...Okay." It took a moment for it to sink in what he had just agreed to, but not a ounce of regret crossed his mind. His footsteps were nervous as he made his way around the bar to where Bucky stood, a hand outstretched for Y/N to take.

The lights were low in the bar and outside was quiet with the exception of the continuing downpour, but nervousness still settled within Y/N's stomach. If they were to be caught they could get into some serious trouble.

Bucky moved slowly to interlace their fingers and rest his hand on Y/N's lower back, giving the other every chance to back away if he became uncomfortable or reconsidered. Instead the other man let his hand rest there and held his other hand slightly tighter, wanting to assure him he was okay with this.

"I... don't really know how to dance," Y/N whispered, feeling as if he spoke too loud the moment would shatter.

"I'll just have to teach you." Bucky took the lead, gently guiding him with the hand on his back. "just don't hesitate and you'll be fine."

Y/N let the tension fall from his shoulders, but couldn't bring himself to look Bucky directly in the eyes, his nerves keeping his eyes trained down at his feet.

"Hey," Bucky untangled their fingers and used his now free hand to lift Y/N's chin up, "I've learnt over the years that if you expect yourself to trip then you will, trust yourself a little more, doll."

*****

They both sat on opposite sides of the bed, their backs facing each other and a heavy silence in the air. Y/N fiddled with the loose string on the cap that matched his uniform, running his fingers over the material in his hands. Bucky sat in his daily clothes, tie now pulled away from his neck and the collar of his shirt unbuttoned. They both had tears in their eyes, but neither acknowledged them.

"When do you leave?" Bucky broke the silence first, trying not to choke on his words.

"A... erm..." Y/N voice cracked, he cleared his throat before trying to speak again, "The train leaves a few days from now. I'll be in New Jersey for about a month and then we're given our orders and shipped off."

There was quiet again, "You shouldn't be going."

"I've got no choice James."

"It's not-" Bucky's voice cracked and tears began to fall from his eyes again. Y/N stood and sat by his side on the bed. "It's not fair."

"It's war... its not exactly fair on anyone." Y/N sighed, tears rolling down his cheek as well now. He took Bucky's hand in his and squeezed it tight. "Whatever it takes, I'll come back to you."

They sat there for another moment, just holding onto each others hand, trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Dance with me."

*****

The music was too quiet to be heard over the sound of singing and cheering soldiers. The ice in Bucky's drink had long since melted, but the taste of ration whiskey was worse than what he used to drink.

"Stevie, can I ask a favour?" Bucky turned to his friend, still dressed in the questionable uniform Stark had fashioned him. It was certainly... patriotic. Steve turned, a look of concern knitted in his brows but a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Of course, what do you need?"

Bucky swallowed. "Do you remember Y/N?"

Steve paused a moment to let himself think, "Y/N... The bartender from the place back home you insisted on going to nearly every night?"

"Yeah, I was wondering. If he's still..." He stopped himself, "Could you transfer him? Here I mean?"

For a moment Steve looked a little stunned, "To join the Howling Commandoes?"

"Yeah, I mean. If your fine with it and everyone else is? Its just been a while," Bucky took a swig of his drink to try and stop himself from rambling, immediately regretting his action as the taste hit him.

Steve let out a small chuckle. "I take it you miss the cocktails he always made you?" He paused for a moment and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'll see what I can do Buck."

*****

"I'm freezing my fucking ass off." To say it was cold on top the mountain side was an understatement, it was well below zero. Captain America and the Howling Commandoes had been stood around waiting for the past half an hour, listening into the Hydra radio chatter, making it hard to keep warm.

"We'll be moving in on them soon," Steve patted a hand on Y/N's back as a sign of reassurance. "Just gotta hold on for a little while longer."

"Easy for you to say, super soldier," He did his best to smile through chattering teeth, as he pulled the thin, military issue coat tighter around himself.

Bucky was staring down at the tracks, trepidation clearly spread across his face. "Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?"

Steve followed his gaze, "Yeah, and I threw up?"

"This isn't payback is it?"

"Now why would I do that." Steve chuckled as he eyed the wire that crossed the two mountains and ran overtop the train tracks below.

"You all good?" Y/N came to stand at Bucky's side, a gentle hand on his arm.

"Fine... Could be worse?" He shrugged, trying to play off the uneasy feeling that had settled in his stomach.

"Drinks are on me when we get back, I'll even make you a Maiden's Prayer... well try to, the army aren't exactly fussed about lemons and oranges."

"Then we'll go dancing?"

Y/N opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Jones, "We were right, Doctor Zola is on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle. Wherever he's going, they must need him bad."

The peace was immediately broken and the nerves that had only just settled in everyone flared again. Even after doing this so many times, pulling down so many Hydra bases, it always felt like the first time all over again. The fear of becoming another yellow telegram with K.I.A next to their name hung in the air.

Steve pulled on his helmet while Y/N and Bucky readied their guns, slinging the straps of the weapons on their shoulder and fitting them to rest on their backs.

"Lets get going because they're moving like the devil."

"We've only got about a ten-second window. You miss that window, we're bugs on a windshield." Steve readied himself to jump as the others stood behind him, waiting.

"Mind the gap."

"Better get moving bugs."

Dernier spoke out his own phrase in French.

Steve let himself fall, Bucky following behind on the wire, then Y/N, then the rest following.

The wire jumped and pulled, making it hard to keep tight grip on the handle, but they each made it, landing with their feet solid on the top of the train.

Y/N could feel the harsh, cold winds hitting his face as he followed Bucky and Steve down the ladder and inside of the train, the immediate temperature change hitting him all at once. His ears and nose tingled with the cold.

It was quiet inside, the only other noise was the muffled sound of the train's wheels moving along the tracks. The unease grew within Y/N as he lifted up his rifle, looking down the nose of the gun as he slowly made his way through the carriage, finger on the trigger.

Steve and Bucky were in front when the carriage doors shut, separating them both from Y/N. He saw the bullets hit the wall beside him and immediately ducked to cover, losing sight of the both of Steve and Bucky through the portal window.

Y/N shot at the two soldiers that had entered the carriage from the opposite end, using the cargo boxes as a shield. The gunshots were deafening in such a closed in space, making his ears ring with pain.

One down.

The other soldier was hid behind the racking, making it barely possible for Y/N to hit him from where he was crouched down. He shot at him again, but nothing happened as he pulled the trigger.

No ammo.

The door to his carriage opened beside him and a pistol was tossed his way. Steve counted on his fingers as a signal before running and shoving one of the smaller creates through the racking, forcing the Hydra soldier out of his hiding place. Y/N shot him.

"I had him on the ropes," Y/N threw his arms out as he spoke.

"Sure you did, doll." Bucky followed in behind Steve, resting his gun on his shoulder, a cheeky smile playing at his lips. The sound of a gun powering up broke through the carriage.

"GET DOWN!"

Steve jumped in front of them as the weapon was fired and a hole was blown into the side of the train. Both Y/N and Bucky opened fire, with Bucky holding Steve's shield. Then the Hydra soldier fired again and Bucky went flying and so did his Shield.

Y/N shouted out and ran for Steve's shield, throwing it at the soldier and hitting him square in the chest. Only when he turned did he see Steve reaching for Bucky.

Then Bucky falling.

Then the sound of him screaming.

Then nothing.

Steve held onto the broken side of the train before Y/N pulled him back inside, but still staring down at the snow Bucky had fallen into. He knew he wouldn't be able to find him, not when they were already so far away, yet he couldn't take his eyes away from the vertical drop.

He felt a strong hand pulling at his arm, trying to drag him away from the open side of the carriage. "Y/N, we gotta go."

Y/N took great pleasure punching Zola when they finally found him at the front of the train. He took even more pleasure when he held him up off the floor by his collar and punched again. Then for a third time.

Zola fell to the floor as Steve dragged Y/N away, barely breathing and with blood dripping from his broken nose that was quickly beginning to bruise.

*****

Music flowed from the radio that on the end of the bar counter, every one else was quietly drinking, almost as if they knew. But it was the war, everyone had their own dead bodies to mourn.

Y/N sat in the corner of the room, back resting against the wall as he sat sideways in the chair, fingers brushing around the rim of his martini glass. He didn't know if the bartender had given him a weird look when he asked for his drink, he was too beside himself to care what the others thought. He could barely see the faces of others anyway, his eyes were too red and puffy from how much he had cried since the taxi had dropped him off.

The other commandoes had offered to come with him, but he declined. He wasn't a part of their group really; he hadn't met them when they had all been captured, he hadn't met them when they were all locked up together, he hadn't met them when Steve had saved them all and broken them out. He had met them when Bucky had asked for him.

James.

He was gone.

Y/N's eyes began to water again with what few tears he had left, but he did his best to blink them back.

Another customer stood and made his way over to the radio, turning it up just a little more. The song flew around the room with its melody until it hit Y/N.

It was the song from the first night they had danced together.

And he wept.

*****

Part ii coming soon....

[chocolateheart]

Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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