#(shakes my brain) cmon... work faster

[memoryoflife]

someone tell me how im supposed to write fic anymore while we're in the middle of a massive fucking lore dump about the two characters i write most about

[glamourscat]

I can’t stop imagining what it would be like being intimate with BACHIRA. You’re probably, most definitely, his first. He is a bubbly sunshine, laughing and giggling always, and yet, the big moment comes and he is silent. Maybe you have a bit more experience than him. And it’s not that he is scared; he knows he can trust you.

But can he trust himself? To provide you the proper care? To actually make you feel good? He is so in his head, poor thing, that you can read it in his eyes. His hands are shaking a bit; he is biting his bottom lip and his warm yellow eyes are looking at you in a silent plea of “Help me”.

Which is how he ends up resting against the mattress, you straddling his lap, showing him what it means to be taken care of. His little breathy whines are already so cute, but nothing could have prepared you for when you actually took him. Your velvety warm walls gripping tightly on him and he is as good as gone.

His eyes roll back, fingers gripping the bedsheets, mouth open as one of the most scandalous moans you have ever heard leaves his sweet innocent lips. And just like that he is begging you to go faster, whining that he needs more, gripping and squeezing your soft flesh as his mouth seeks yours in a desperate, pathetic attempt to conceal his panting breath. His slightly rough hands are cupping your cheeks as he keeps moaning your name in such a breathy way it’s making your own brain malfunction.

“Eyes on me Bee, cmon, I know you can do it. You’re doing so well,” you murmur softly, praising him while leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

A soft squeal left his lips at the gesture, his hands gripping your shoulders as if he was trying to make you sink on his cock even more.

“Too much…” he says in a soft whine, his hips desperately moving against yours, looking for his own release.

Your hands move on his hips stopping his movements. “You have been good until now. Cmon, you’re so close I can feel it. Take it a bit longer; can you feel it? You’re making me feel so good,” your words a soft melody whispered in his ear. “Can you do that for me, Bee?”

“Yes.. yes, ma’am. Please— I love you. I love you.”

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[happy-mimin]

Np I love sending you thirsts I’m honey 24/7 and you’re my fav creepy pasta writer on here💞

I wanna talk about bully eyeless jack now since I saw your Drabble you made for him

he’s sooooo mean to you and you don’t know why too every time he walks pass you he always bumps into your shoulder on purpose saying the meanest shit under his breath :( but in private jerks off to you imaging your pretty lips around his big thick cock

When you actually confronted him all he did was laugh in your face and you ended up in his room being held by him making you go up and down on his cock since he’s so big and tall after all those cute little pleads made him go even faster

even after he came inside you he still kept thrusting his cock inside of you just to make sure it would stick 💓

I love you too bebe 😩😩, feeding me very well but now imma feed into this brain rot nghhhhhhh

TW. (perverted Ej, Use of fem!reader, reader is riding, slight degradation.)

Bully!eyeless Jack is gonna make you work sis, you want him to stop bullying you? put in this vibrator.

Poor y/n using her wobbling legs to get around from class to class while Ej was grinning his ass off behind her. Everyone was looking at them and this was just the most embarrassing she could ever feel.

Finally when you make it to the end of the day, he pulls you into a abandoned classroom and pushes you against the broad door, which he then continues to say the following words which made your eyes pop.

“You took it out?” He would say with an sadistic smile, while you almost was having an heart attack. How did he know you took the vibrater out? Did he follow you to the girls bathroom? It’s not like any of that matter now, Jack already knew what type of punishment he had in store for you.

“J-Jack…m’ legs-“ Your words were soft, but your voice hoarse from the onslaught of screaming from earlier events. Your poor thighs wasn’t able to have support for your upper body for much longer, and his thick girth that was splitting you open didn’t do much justice either.

Jack groaned in annoyance, he lifted his head from off the chair to look at you and your deplorable condition right now. In all truth he couldn’t deny how sexy you looked on top of him, you’re small frame shaking from trying to keep up. “What…? Is the little girl growing some balls with me?

“No, no! Jack please..!” A sharp squeal left her throat, y/n throwing herself onto his warm chest as jack just decided to plant his feet onto the floor and start fucking her senseless. “Jack please what? You want me to go faster baby..fuck, make this pussy cream?”

He knew you couldn’t answer back, only moan mantras of his name and small curses before doing exactly what his taunting words were saying. And my god did this make him almost nut.

“Thaaaat’s right, cmon, make a mess on your bully’s dick.”

[bokuroskitten]

HI L!! I’m having some draken and kuroo brain rot rn after reading “riding his abs” with taiju and bokuto (separate tho)

Draken: he would help you through it. Like rolling ur hips. And when you ride him faster and faster, and when ur about to cum. He will pull out his cock and sink you on it and it made you cum so hard, you were squirting on his cock and whimpering and shaking so much and squeezing him that it made him cum inside you too.

Kuroo: he is a tease. Thats it. When ur about to cum he will lift u up denying ur orgasm for the nth time. You are already in tears because u wanna cum so bad. Kuroo told u to beg. So you did and you had the best orgasm of ur life, even made u squirt a little.

Okay thats it🫶🏻💦

Jeez nonnie when I tell you I cried when I read this this morning I— I was not prepared!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I’m like— I’m yea 😵‍💫🤤🫣 let’s get into it

I agree with both your takes honestly, both boys love getting you riled up, know just how obsessed you are with their abs and love to indulge you. They get you completely naked though, it makes you all the more flustered and wet when you’re out on display for them 🥺 Kenny grips your hips so tights, encourages you with praise all the way through as your nails paw at his pecks, your sweet cunt leaving a messy trail along his abs “cmon baby, lookin so pretty f’me. My needy baby, gunna come on me? Yea? Gunna come just from grinding on me—“ he refuses to let that orgasm go to waist, when you start twitching, hips stuttering he eases you onto his cock with no problems, dick standing up tall and at attention. You cry when he sinks you all the way down, the sudden stretch, the full feeling, the way his thumb put pressure on your clit. Yea you both cum, it’s messy and so, so good

Kuroo is a lil mean 😔 he can’t help it. He’s still fully clothed, his shirt just pulled up so you can ride against his skin. He’s snickering at your teary eyes, fingers pressing past your pouting lips to muffle your cries and pleas for more. He watches your cute little hole and how it flutters, slick dribbling from your folds and glistening his abs. As soon as your eyes start to flutter and your lips tighten around his fingers he squeezes your hips so tight, forcing you up on your hunches so you lose the friction. You tremble, cry, sob even and he silences you with condescending coos, leanin up to press soft and sweet kisses on your swollen lips. “You’re okay baby, okay my precious, don’t get so worked up, gunna let you cum this time, promise okay? You just look so pretty like this baby… yea, let’s keep going, atta girl move your hips just like that.” Yea.. you don’t cum for a few more rounds 😞

[baroquebucky]

one and only

a/n: hi guys !! this one shot is inspired by this song by cuco ! I hope u all enjoy,, I went overboard again,, pls tell me what u think :] lyrics are in bold !

in which bucky slowly but surely falls for you

word count: 1.9k

masterlist

I hope that you wanna get to know me

Bucky smiled at you from across the coffee shop, both of you stealing glances at each other for the past hour. Finally mustering up some courage and walking to your booth.

"hi" he had breathed out, a smile on his face as you looked at him with wide eyes, a smile quickly breaking across your face.

"hi" you smiled, extending your hand out for him to shake, "y/n."

Bucky shook your hand quickly, pink dusting his cheeks, "I'm bucky."

"do you wanna sit? I can move some stuff so you have some room" you spoke quickly, fumbling as you moved all your homework and notebooks to the side, stacking them on top of each other.

Bucky slid into the booth with a soft smile, quickly striking up a conversation, flirting with you the whole time.

"I have to go soon" you frowned, putting all your stuff away as bucky got up from the booth. He held a hand out, helping you up and paying for both of your drinks and snacks.

"I had a really nice time" bucky flashed you a smile, your ears heating up.

"I- uh yeah I did too" you replied, looking at your feet as the two of you walked out of the coffee shop.

The two of you exchanged numbers, a bashful grin on both of your faces as you parted ways.

"text me when you get home" you had told him out of habit, blushing when you realized you had only met him today.

"I mean you don't have to" you added, fumbling with the string on your backpack.

"only if you do the same" he replied, a smirk on his face as your mouth formed an 'o' shape.

Bucky had texted you first, making your heart flutter. exchanging a few texts that night, bucky decided to get real brave.

I hope we can hang out again soon :)

And sure enough you did, meeting up at his favorite coffee shop only three days later. Getting to know each others interests.

As time passed you and bucky became closer, getting lunch together, texting each other often, having late phone calls almost everyday.

baby hit me up if you get lonely

You and bucky never really opened up to each other, even after one month of your little coffee and lunch dates. And so there you were, staring at your bedroom ceiling with an empty heart, dried tears on your face.

Your phone vibrated next to you, lighting up the room. You let it ring, not having enough energy to pick it up.

Bucky grew worried, you never just left him hanging like that, you always replied with why you didnt pick up within minutes. It had been an hour already.

everything okay ?

your phone buzzed and you looked over, seeing his missed call and texts. Sighing you replied, not wanting to bother him.

yea, just tired

Bucky frowned, his stomach twisting as he read your reply. Thinking for a moment before he texted you once again.

im here if you need me or need anything

Your bottom lip quivered, fresh tears streaming down your face.

do you think you can come over

your heart was heavy, you were stressed, tired and you wanted someone to tell you it was gonna be okay, instead you were alone in the dark, in an empty apartment with only the sounds of the city keeping you company.

on my way

Bucky was sweet. Bucky was caring and he was everything good in the world. Listening to you as you cried, dumping all your worries out into the air, rubbing your back and handing you tissues, getting you water.

He listened, he reassured you and he helped you through it, never being pushy and always reminding you that you were strong enough to get through it.

"and if im not?" you had whispered, looking at the floor with teary eyes.

"then im here to fight for you."

I know im not confused, my feelings here are true

Bucky opened up to you a few nights later, after ignoring your texts all day you showed up at his apartment, snacks in one hand and coffee in the other.

You listened to him vent, letting out all he had bottled up, all his guilt, his regret, his pain, everything.

You didnt judge him, you just got up, sat closer to him and hugged him, holding him tightly. Bucky relaxed in your arms, burying his face in your shoulder and letting himself cry, allowing himself to be vulnerable for once.

You woke up in each others arms the next morning, blushing when you both realized.

Bucky was red, you were about to start sweating, telling him you were gonna head home and would text him when you arrived.

After that he found himself more nervous around you, butterflies when he saw you. For the first time in decades he found himself styling his hair more and putting effort into his outfits.

on gloomy days like these wishing you were next to me

You sat on your couch alone, rain hitting your window steadily. You sent a text to bucky, asking him when he would be back from a mission he got dragged along. He replied quicker than you expected, your heart beating a little faster.

just a couple more days :)

okay hurry back safe I miss u :/

Bucky choked on his own spit at your text, Sam looking at him as if he was insane. Bucky ignored him, replying to your message

I miss you too dollface

You read the text over, squealing and jumping around at the pet name, face hot and stomach fluttering.

when im feeling puzzled, you put me back together

Bucky frowned, barely listening to you explaining a documentary you watched the other day.

"buck?" you asked, setting down your phone and looking at the super soldier, worry in your eyes.

"sorry I- what about the jungle?" he questioned, trying to push away his thoughts.

"talk to me James" you pleaded, hands moving to hold his own.

A few moments passed, quiet as bucky gathered his thoughts, tears welling in his eyes before he blinked them away and began talking.

"what if a part of him is still there? what if im not who Steve thought I was? what if im not what people want me to be?" bucky looked at you, teary eyed and broken.

"you're free bucky" you told him, scooting closer to him and he nodded.

"Steve would be proud of you, I mean look at you, you have a furnished apartment, you have friends, you're working with sam, you're building your life" you spoke, smiling at him.

"you shouldn't care what others want you to be, be who you want to be. Be who you are now" you squeezed his hands, letting him gather his thought as you stopped talking.

"am I good?" he mumbled, a small frown on his face.

"you are" you replied without hesitation.

"you like me as who I am now?" you nodded.

"me too" he smiled, leaning his head on your shoulder, your fingers brushing through his hair.

I wanna be your one and only

Bucky finally introduced you to sam, you were excited, having heard so much about him.

"what if he hates me" you worried, stopping in your tracks as you paced buckys living room.

"he'll love you doll" bucky reassured you, a knock at the door making your heart thump in your ribcage as you waited for bucky to open it.

And love you Sam did, talking your ear off and chatting with you all night. You struggled to catch your breath between his jokes, stomach hurting as he continued.

bucky hated it. only he had made you laugh that hard, the crinkles by your eyes were reserved for him and his bad jokes. bucky got up quietly and went to grab a cup of water, sam quickly excusing himself and following him into his kitchen.

"you are down bad" sam laughed and bucky rolled his eyes at him, gulping down his water, setting the cup down, eyes softening as he saw you on his couch, replying to some texts.

"you should ask her out soon, or else I will" sam teased, knowing it would push the super soldiers button.

"sam is actually leaving right now!" bucky smiled, sam rolled his eyes before playing along.

"aw, it was just getting good" you smiled, getting up and going to give sam a hug, wishing him a good night before he left.

You and bucky sat on the couch, the sounds from the movie filling the room.

"green isn't your color" you smirked, bucks eyes went wide.

"what?" he questioned, heart racing.

"cmon im not stupid, you were cranky the whole time sam was cracking jokes" you shrugged your shoulders, eyeing bucky.

Bucky was quiet, Sams words ringing in his ears.

"I like you y/n and I've liked you for a while and I-" he stopped himself, not wanting to say something he would regret. You let him think, heartbeat ringing in your ears as his confession rattled around in your brain.

"I want to be the one making you laugh, I want to spend rainy days with you and I want to go to the park with you on sunny days" bucky spoke, looking at you.

"I wanna be your one and only" bucky ended, eyes searching your face as he finished, worried about what you were thinking.

You had the biggest smile on your face, fidgeting with your fingers. Looking up your eyes met his blue ones, stomach in knots and heart skipping a beat.

"ask me then" you stated, never breaking eye contact.

"will you be mine y/n?" he spoke, voice trembling, he fidgeted with his fingers.

"of course" you replied, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss, breaking out into giggles when he pulled away and peppered kisses all over your face.

and if never is forever, then lets always be together

Sam pat bucky on the back, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Steve would be so happy for you" he whispered to him, a smile breaking onto his face, nodding to sam and looking up.

The whole team was there, sam standing behind him as his best man, your family with bright faces as the music began and everyone looked back.

The doors opened and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. His mouth fell open at the sight of you. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard but he didn't care, tears falling from his face as you smiled brightly at him.

You spent the whole ceremony the same way you had met. Stealing glances at each other and blushing deeply when you caught each other, holding back giggles and brushing it off as clearing your throat.

You were marrying the light of your life, the person who was there for you when you couldn't see the light, the one who always supported you and fought for you when you couldn't. Helping you grow into the person you wanted to become.

He was marrying the light of his life, the person who was his sun during his worst times, shining brightly for him and picking him up when he was upset. Helping him become the person he was meant to be.

[cuppimagines]

What Happens when you Squeal

OH GOD this request was a long time coming, but I finally got it done! This is sorta, an expansion to Harkan’s own organization that he allies with, lotta bug fellas in this one (in fact only bug fellas)

Word count: 2.6k

This was dangerous, but, even if you ran the risk of getting in less than desirable trouble, it’s better than letting more of these guys just roam the streets, being a danger to much more innocent lives. You drove up to the station you intended on turning your evidence for. It was a thick folder, filled with pictures and documents, anything you got your hands on, but all of it had enough evidence to make sure that no loophole in the legal system could get these guys out of prison. You were ready, you were getting out of your car to step up to the station, and that’s when you felt a presence behind you.

“How about coming with me? You don’t need to turn those in,” a deep, gravely voice told you, as a hand gripped your shoulder. Would you cooperate? Or would you still walk in at risk of getting harmed?

“Go on, make your choice,” the same voice said. You sighed, and turned around to face him. The large frame, massive, scuffed hands, a 5 o clock shadow on a strong square jawline. And most notable is the large rhino beetle horn on his face and multiple arms. You knew what he was here for, and who he worked for. You just followed him.

“Let’s take a little drive, your car,” he said, going into your pockets and grabbing your keys. “Don’t try and drive anywhere else, you’re being followed.” You got in your car, and he joined you, barely able to fit due to his size and bulk. He told you where to go, where to drive off to, and after what seemed like way too long, you ended up at a large warehouse that looked like a fortress looming in the night. That’s when you realized as you parked, that there were other lights behind you, a couple more cars. When you got out and were escorted into the warehouse, you saw that there were about, four more men behind you alongside the large rhino beetle man that had a grip on your shoulder. All four other men also were large, with bug like features. A moth, a wasp, a mantis, and a lightning bug. They were looking at you. Looking at you with looks that seemed excited, and hungry.

The warehouse seemed mostly full of crates, equipment, some tables and chairs for workers to take a breather on.

“Is this the evidence?” The mantis held up your folder, and pulled a lighter from his pocket. “Looks like this won’t be of use anymore.” Your eyes widened as you watched him hold the fire over it, before the lightning bug grabbed the lighter.

“Let’s not worry about smoking the place up yet, we got plenty of time,” he replied.

“What are you guys…going to do to me?” You asked.

“Well, originally, we were gonna beat your teeth in and send you out to sea,” the beetle told you. “But then…we found out the private investigator was some pretty little dame. And you’re even sweeter looking in person.”

“Who knew someone with such a face would get caught up with our work,” the moth said with a smirk. “You’re real pretty, so we’re doing you a favor if anything.” You were pushed against a few crates, some that were stacked in a way that let you sit on them as you were surrounded by five large monstrous men. Your knees buckled under you, yet there was some sense of excitement that showed in your face because of how flushed it was.

“Take those clothes off, now,” Beetle told you. You did as he told, your hands going to unbutton your blouse, toss your coat to the side, undo your pants. All the while you were being ogled at, the more layers you took off, the more it was obvious they were going to absolutely ravish you.

“Oh you’re real cute, real fucking gorgeous,” Wasp grinned. “I can’t wait to make you cum your pretty little brains out~.” He was already quick to approach you before you even had your bra off. He groped at your breasts, his hands squeezing them so hard and so roughly that you whimpered in his grasp. Tugging on them as he pulled that bra off of you, rough calloused hands giving them such a rough time, yet you moaned for it. And he laughed in response.

“Pretty little investigator bitch~!” He said as he licked his lips. “You like this don’t you?”

“Save some for the rest of us you fucking idiot,” Mantis got right next to you as Wasp groped you, and he leaned in for a kiss. He tasted a lot like cigars, which didn’t surprise you all too much as he forced his tongue in you mouth. You felt his hand creep down your panties, and his long fingers started rubbing circles in your clit. At that moment, you had to find something to grip onto, and tried reaching up to grab Wasp’s shirt as Mantis’s fingers went so deep into you, so so deep. You moaned and closed your legs around Mantis’s grip, but Wasp pulled away from fondling your breasts raw to keep your legs spread to show the rest of the group.

“I can’t wait to stick my cock in her…” Beetle licked his lips, his pants pulled down already as he rubbed his hard cock through his boxers. As you moaned and started shaking while Mantis was knuckle deep, pounding you with his fingers, Wasp leaned back down, sucking your breast, and you could feel yet another long tongue start to swirl around your nipple. All these sensations, Mantis’s tongue and fingers, Wasp’s mouth and hands on your breasts, you were going crazy, you tried to thrust into Mantis’s hand, trying to reach some form of climax, but no, Mantis decided to pull out when he felt you grip his fingers tighter than before.

“We got her prepped, your turn big guy,” Mantis told Beetle, before tugging a resistant Wasp back.

“Just save some for the rest of us,” Moth huffed. “Once you get a hold of a girl you won’t let go until she’s practically comatose.”

“A fitting punishment though, for a pretty little snitch like her,” Beetle looked down at you, and you looked away a bit nervously. Eye contact, or being looked at by all these men even in your state still made you nervous, you weren’t used to all these eyes on you, and Beetle noticed just how anxious you seemed.

“Pretty girl, it’s okay, we won’t hurt you, we’re just showing you what happens to cute little kittens who squeal too much,” he smirked as his hand ran through your hair. You felt his cock before you saw the monster he was preparing you for. The head of it pushed against your walls, stretching you out so full, Mantis’s fingers couldn’t have possibly prepared you for this off all things. He was thick, long, you already gripped tightly onto Beetle’s clothes as you felt inch after agonizing in.

“Ah- ah! Oh god! I-I…” You cried out the second that massive cock, already halfway in you, completely thrust into you and stretched you out more than you thought you could be.

“Oh GOD you’re a tight fit!” Beetle moaned as he gripped the crates above you with one hand. You were shaking, your mind went blank, your head tilted back. He started to thrust when your grip loosened as you got more accustomed to his size, but that just got you back to holding onto him for dear life and moaning those sweet little moans

“Oh you boys are gonna love her when you get your turn!” Beetle laughed. “You’re a tight little bitch aren’t you? Squealing for me the same way I bet you were gonna squeal to those pigs back at the station!” His one free hand, as two were gripping your hips and one was gripping your hips, had started groping and kneading your breast, that was already so sensitive. Oh god the others were so excited to get their turn with you.

“Don’t fuckin rub it in or I’ll pull you off her myself,” Lightning bug told him. He was hard as a rock, and in excitement his abdomen was glowing a faint glow and his wings flapped, despite him looking pissed off and even jealous. Though you could barely hear him talking over your own moaning and your thoughts completely liquifying. Beetle was so rough with you and he was so so big that your stomach bulged with each thrust of his cock.

You grasped onto Beetle tighter, he was getting rougher and faster, and you could hear his horny crazed grunts and moans. You cried out and gripped his shirt so tightly that you heard a bit of tearing as you reached your climax, and he filled you up with his seed.

Beetle pulled out, and you laid there, limp and breathing heavily. But you knew it wasn’t over just yet. Moth and Lightning bug got you up, in fact Moth lifted you into his arms, gripping your thighs while using one hand to undo his pants. As Lightning bug pressed behind you, you could feel not one but two cocks, the both of them were readying themselves, two perfect holes for them to fuck.

When you felt the two of them thrust into you, you gripped onto Moth as tight as you can, shaking and whimpering at their sizes. Moth sat on the crate, making it a bit easier to both of them to pound you, Lightning Bug even grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled it, his cock filling your ass, stretching it out, making you scream for the both of them.

“How about you grind on our cocks, princess?” Moth chuckled. “Show is how much you want this…!” At that command, You kept your head in Moth’s chest, and very weakly started grinding into both their cocks, moving your hips as they thrust into you, but your hips already felt weak from the way Beetle had his way with you. Impatient, Lightning bug pressed his body onto yours from behind, moaning as he started fucking your ass more aggressively. Moth was slower, more patient even when his face was flushed and his cock twitched inside you, but Lightning bug was real excited for this, he wanted to break your pretty little ass with each rough thrust.

“Cmon princess~!” Moth tilted your chin up to look at him. He saw your eyes glazed over, mouth open, face flushed as you were being fucked, and he was absolutely infatuated with the way you looked. “Ohhh look at you! You’re so adorable, such a sweet face…we should ask the boss if we can keep her~!”

“AH- ah…k-keep me??” You whimpered between being pounded hard by Lightning Bug. You couldn’t believe that they were already breaking you enough that you enjoyed the thought of doing this again and again with them. You were going from a detective to a plaything for the men you were trying to lock up, and you didn’t care at all, you really did want this, it felt so good!

“We probably will~!” Lightning bug started kissing your neck from behind. “Gotta keep an eye on- oh fuck…! On our little snitch!” You felt his cock twitch inside you, and he started fucking you faster and harder. Both sensations were too much, you felt overwhelmed in the best of ways and you wanted more. You couldn’t take it, despite your stamina you tried to move your hips against them, begging under your breath to cum, until you felt the both of them fill you up Lightning Bug first following Moth. And god did you cry out as you clenched around both their cocks, your eyes squeezing shut as you rode out your orgasm.

They both pulled out of you, and even though you were exhausted, you knew that this wasn’t the end of it. You tried to stand up, but couldn’t and fell back into Moth’s lap.

“She’s already looking exhausted,” Wasp approached you, and Moth handed you right to him so he could get up. You had to lean against him or else you swore you were going to fall to your knees.

“Don’t forget, this is a punishment for her,” Mantis grabbed you and laid you on your stomach back on the crates. He started to grope your ass, spreading it apart to look at how both holes at this point were stuffed with cum. Wasp tilted your head to the side to look up at him, as he pulled his cock from it. It was one thing to know you had to ride their cocks like this, but looking at Wasp’s size with him very eagerly awaiting your mouth, you weren’t sure you’d be able to take it all without choking.

But, as dazed and tired as you were, you lifted your head up, and brought your lips to his cock. All while Mantis had you inch by inch take his cock in your ass. Mantis practically growled when he managed to fit it all inside you, and your screams of pleasure got muffled when Wasp shoved his cock down your throat. Tears stung your eyes, you tried breathing through your nose, and you looked up as Wasp’s hungry expression.

You felt them thrust almost in tandem with you, as Mantis was deep in your ass, Wasp was deep down your throat. Both sensations were still so new to you, and you felt so dazed and drunk with pleasure that your mind felt like it was melting. So nervous at the start of it, but now you took your “punishment” proudly from them. You grinded your ass on Mantis, and since Wasp’s grip on your head was loose, you decided to bob it up a down kn his cock. You were so eager now, and the rest took notice.

“Little slut likes her punishment doesn’t she?” Lightning Bug smirked.

“God I fuckin love it too!” Mantis moaned. “This whore feels sooo fucking good!”

“We’re bringing her back, we can’t- ah fuck!” Wasp gripped your head and held you there as he fucked himself with your mouth and throat. “We can’t just send her back home-! I need a new fucktoy like this!” Your mouth felt so good to him. Even as your vision grew white and your air seemed to be cut off, you were excited to pleasure Wasp and Mantis. Again you seemed to have a Burst of energy, solely from the fact that these men were fuckin you to a mindless, cock hungry state.

If you could talk at the moment you’d beg to cum, to plead for more, it all felt so amazing! Wasp and Mantis kept a tight grip on you, your head held to Wasp’s hips, and your hips being grabbed and pulled onto Mantis they both came inside you. You gagged and tried to swallow Wasp’s seed. But you had to pull away, it was all way too much and you spat it out. At that, Mantis slapped your ass and you cried out, even though you were exhausted beyond belief.

“We’ll teach her to swallow, for now though…” Mantis pulled out. All five of them were satisfied you learned your lesson as you laid there on your stomach trying to catch your breath.

“Now you know what happens when you snitch, dollface,” Beetle approached you, gripping the red area that Mantis smacked you.

“Y-yes sir…” you whimper. If you had an ounce of energy left, you’d say “If I try to turn you in, would you do the same thing?” But you were limp and exhausted, so easy to pick up as Beetle did and put you in the back seat of your own car as they left the warehouse after cleaning up. A blanket was put over you, and just like that, the moment your body hit the upholstery of the seat, you fell asleep.

[aficwhore]

The Death of Me

Javier Peña x fem!Reader

Summary: Javier angers the reader, she decides to take it out on him in her own way. *wink wink*

Word Count: 1,150

Warnings: Language, heated argument, explicit smut, oral sex(male receiving), cum play, cum eating, slight sub!javier. 

A/N: This idea has been rattling around my little brain for a while and decided I had to write it for you all! I hope you like this and please leave feedback, I want to improve my writing for your consumption <3. 

“I don’t care Javier! Quit undermining my skills, I know for a fact I’m a damn good agent, and so do you!” I shout as I walk into our shared apartment, throwing my keys on the entry table by the door.

Javier huffs, “Oh cmon, we both know that your plan was going to get someone or yourself killed!” He struts over to a cabinet and yanks it open to reach for a bottle. “I only bashed your plan to save your ass.”

Kicking my shoes off and tossing them near the couch, “You’re fucking kidding me. Right? Last time I checked - I was a grown ass woman who didn’t need saving!”

“Messina even agreed it was a death wish! I rather not have to deal with losing you to this shitty cartel war!” He declares, spinning the top off the liquor bottle and downing a swig.

“You wouldn’t have! You can’t keep rejecting my ideas! You aren’t my superior! Jesus Javi,” I run a hand through my hair in frustration, “How the hell am I supposed to do my job AND stay completely safe at the same time? Hm? This is what we signed up for, our job description IS dangerous.”

The man sighs, “I know. Just the thought of losing you kills me. Cariño, I’m sorry.” He puts the glass bottle down and glides over to where you stand next to the couch. “I love you, okay? I’ll try better to not step in the way at work.” His eyes beg for forgiveness as he reaches for you.

Slightly leaning into his touch. The love and sincerity getting to you. You knew, just by looking into his eyes that he loved you deeply and would do anything for you. “I love you too, but you’re not getting off that easy.” A small mischievous smile making its way on to my face.

“Is that so mi amor?” His voice deepened with lust. I ushered him back onto the couch til the back of his legs met the cushions.

“Si, siéntate.” I ordered, giving Javi a small push against his chest. He obliged, attempting to pull me on top of him. Shaking my head, I used one of my knees to push his legs open. 

As I slid down to the floor in between in his legs he spoke up, “I thought I wasn’t getting off so easily?”

“Espérate Javi.” I spoke as I ghosted my hand up his thigh and up to his chest. Pulling his shirt up, just above his stomach, I planted kisses along his soft flesh, leading down to the growing bulge beneath my breasts. Right above where his jeans buttoned, I nipped the exposed skin, earning a whimper from him. His hips lifted as I popped the button of his pants and tugged them down his strong legs, freeing his cock. I gasped quietly as it slaps his stomach, “You dirty boy, always going commando.” 

He interjects “It’s just another layer that gets in the way- Oh fuck nena.” He grunts as I leave a hot wet kiss on his hard member. Grabbing it with my hand, I begin to teasingly stroke it. While pulling at his cock in languid and slow strokes I began to kitten lick his leaking tip, tasting the salty precum. His hips bucked at my actions, begging for more friction. I took him deeper into my mouth, running my tongue along his base, using my hand to reach whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth. I hummed as I felt him hit the back of my throat. His hand shot to my hair, I used my free hand to smack away his attempt at forming a makeshift ponytail. “Tease,” he grunted as he gripped the couch cushions, his knuckles turning white.

I swallowed around his cock, causing his thighs to twitch and thrust. His movement pushed him further into my mouth, gagging me. Tears came to my eyes, blurring the beautiful image of Javier slowing coming undone, in front of me. Moving faster, bobbing my head up and down, taking him all, I could tell he was already getting close. 

“Just l-like that baby, shit.” He murmured, struggling to speak. As I sucked on his hard cock, I started to roll his balls between my fingers, feeling his warm skin in my hand. Looking up at him between my lashes, I could see his head thrown back, exposing his neck. His chest heaved rapidly and his stomach began to convulse as he twitched in my mouth. His breath quickened and he let out small moans as he came, filling my mouth with his seed. As his body stuttered from bliss, I removed him from my mouth, not swallowing. I crawled up his body, straddling his thighs, pulling his head forward to face me. I leaned towards him, lightly gripping his jaw to open his mouth, as if he knew, he parted his lips.

I brought my lips to his, opening them to let his cum slide off my lips onto his. He started to suck the liquid off my bottom lip, tasting himself. Allowing the cum to still exit and slip down my neck and to my chest, Javier pulled back to catch the stray leakage from running between my breasts. He kissed and nipped along the wet trail, against my neck and jaw, all the way up until he met my lips again. Embracing each other into another mess kiss, our tongues fought for dominance while mixing our spit and swallowing whatever we had left in our mouths. Javi’s hands roamed my body, gripping and tugging at my skin, attempting to gain friction between us. 

I released his lips from mine and leaned back to look at him. “No my love, you don’t get more than that tonight. Remember? You’re not off the hook.” I giggled darkly. 

“Aye bebita, the things you do to me.” He breathed out shakily, snaking his arms around my waste and pecking my lips. 

Admiring his sweat and blissed indulged face, I swiped my thumb across his bottom lip to gather what little cum he still had, and brought my thumb to my lips to suck off the last drop of him. He watched with lust blown eyes.

“Fuck, you are definitely going to be the death of me. Te amo.”

“Te amo Javi. But I’m still mad.” I jokingly huffed.

He playfully rolled his eyes and tucked his head into my neck with a content sigh.

[ashecampos]

THE HOODIE

Female Y/N, and the avengers are on a road trip, separate cars. In your car you have Kate driving, yelena passenger (pretend they are dating...I know Yelena is ace and I love her for that but pls pretend) and you are sat in between Wanda and Nat.

TW - mentions of anxiety and self harm later in the story I will put a warning don't worry, if you are going through this I'm here if you need to talk.

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Music blaring, windows open and nothing but road ahead...

Finally a break from the 'superhero' life, just what everyone needed.

"Okay so here's the deal we are gonna take separate cars" Steve said getting everyone's attention, not even a second after he made his speech my arm is yanked and with it my body, looking up at the source I see my best friend Kate grinning from ear to ear like a toddler. This cannot be a good idea, she shoves me into someone, looking up at them to apologise I see Wanda smiling at me "i- uh s-sorry" I stutter for an apology while trying to hide my embarrassment "don't worry about it" she says softly making my heart skip a beat, she must've noticed this as she looks away from me hiding a smile. Wtf was that? Pulling my thoughts aside and ignoring whoever's speaking to me I look to see who else is in our car. Yelena, obviously her and Kate are the most chaotic yet adorable couple in the tower. And lastly...Natasha. She's scarily hot and intimidating, and let me tell you that's my type.

"Cmon Y/N get in, im not getting in the middle seat" Nat snaps me out of my trance, I look around and through my mind wandering we have walked to the car and everyone except me and Nat have gotten in. I apologise and get into the middle seat, my hand brushes against Wanda's for a brief second.

Next thing I know we are on the road.

I glance at Nat, she has her arm out the window, she looks so badass.

Then I glance at Wanda who is reading a book, one leg up to her chest, book resting on her knee, she's infatuating, even when doing a simple thing such as reading.

Kate and Yelena are singing their hearts out, the way Yelena looks at Kate as she drives is so amazing, she really adores the girl.

Everyone seems so happy, I look down at my hands, not that you can see them. My hoodie pulled down to my knuckles to hide the bruises and cuts. Everyone else is wearing tank tops and shorts, here I am black skinny jeans and a oversized hoodie. I feel so stupid. Not as stupid as I would feel if everyone knew about the state of my arms and legs.

I realise my leg is bouncing.

Up

And down

Up

And down

I watch as my leg bounces quickly. I try my best to stop it as I feel like people would ask questions. I squeeze my eyes shut pleading with my brain to stop the anxiety 'stop shaking stop shaking please man' I beg in my head, of course It doesn't work. Apparently my brain hates me and doesn't hear me.

But something else did...or someone

I feel a hand slowly place itself onto my thigh. I look up and at it's owner. Wanda. She looks at me concerned before leaning over and whispering "your thoughts are loud wanna talk about it?" I sit there with my mouth agape, breathing heavy and hands shaking. Nat must've caught on because her hand firmly grips onto my hands, stopping them from shaking. I snap my head toward Nat giving her a look of confusion.

As Yelena and Kate are too interested in the music and each other's company. Nat and Wanda take the opportunity to comfort me.

Having the two people I've been crushing on for years next to me knowing that I am struggling makes me panic more, my heart beats faster and my body shakes more.

"So you like the beach?" Nat questions randomly..probably to take my mind off things. I nod slowly "uh y-yeah like surfing is cool" wtf was that Y/N what a idiotic comeback. Nat chuckles a bit at my response as I put my head down.

A small cold hand lifts my head up, Wanda makes me look at her as she smiles softly "let us help you, okay?" She nods waiting for a response, in return I slowly nod.

"hey Lena can we make a stop? it's getting too claustrophobic in here" Nat interrupts the girls singing session, yelena turns around and looks at me realising somethings up "sure, uh Kate there should be a gas station a mile or so down that way" yelena points to the right side of the road as Kate looks at her weirdly because of the use of her name instead of a nickname.

Kate radios to the team that we need to go for a bathroom break as we turn into the gas station. All the other cars follow.

Minutes later most of the avengers are either inside the gas station getting snacks and filling up their tanks. Nat is outside talking to Clint leaving me and Wanda alone in the car.

"You coming?" Wanda says now outside the car leaning into the car holding her hand out for me, I take it and get out, cool air hits my face and i sigh.

((TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ))

— DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED —

"Hey y/n take your hoodie off you look like your gonna pass out" Banner states like I don't already know that. "Back off" I say back as I walk into the gas station with Wanda following me. "he was just trying to help, plus you do look like your overheating" Wanda grabs my arm spinning me around as pain shoots up my body starting from my wrist, i try my best to keep a straight face but she sees straight through me "bathroom now." she points to the restroom door, I walk into the cold room and she shuts the door behind us "can i get the girls?" She looks down at me while I nod tears threatening to fall down my face as she turns to leave "stay here..please" she then walks out of the room closing the door.

I walk backwards till my back hits the cold wall, I slide down the wall covering my face with my hands and silently screaming into my hands. Kate already knows because she walked in on me once and Yelena guessed it somehow but Nats non the wiser because she's never really paid attention to me.

Minutes later the door swings open and a pair of warm arms wrap around me, they are Kate's because she does this every time this happens. (wish my friends would lol..anyway) Wanda kneels down to be facing me, Nat is stood in the corner of the bathroom frozen in place staring at me, Yelena starts to panic "uh I'll get a first aid kit" she then drags Nat out of the room with her quickly. Tears stream down my face as Kate moves to sit cross legged next to me and Wanda does the same sitting in front of me now. "w-uh when did you uh" Kate does hand signals toward my arms while she tries to form words with the added intimidation of Wanda being there. "4am" is all I can make out with my head down.

Yelena and Nat rush back in with first aid kits and vodka "we sent the boys to get McDonald's, that's a good 10 miles away so we have time" Nat says with a calm and collected look. Yelena walks over dropping the first aid kit on the floor and pulling me into her arms alike to what Kate done recently "can we see?" She asks softly as she grabs my hand awaiting my response.

All I can do is not even though every cell in my body is telling me to say no and run away from this I nod.

Kate grabs my other hand squeezing it as Yelena gently pulls up the sleeves on my hoodie and traces her fingers over the angry red lines that litter my arm. She sighs while looking over them. Wanda grabs the first aid kit from the floor and grabs the vodka from Natasha's hand. She opens the vodka and holds it to my mouth "drink" she orders, I do as she says, i down some of it as it stings my throat a bit "okay keep still this is gonna hurt like a bitch" Kate chirps in as she grabs the vodka and pours a little bit on my cuts, I squirm about as Yelena and Wanda try to hold me in place. I bite down on my bruised lip hard as every nerve in my body is screaming.

i zone out after that going in and out of focus on what the others are doing, the next thing I focus on is my arms bandaged up and my hoodie on the floor leaving me in an old tank top Valkyrie gave me from Asgard before it was destroyed. Yelena smirks at this and hands me a deep blue flannel instead of my hoodie. I take it and put it on hiding my arms once more. Wanda helps me up and we walk out of the gas station, throwing everything in the trunk of the car just as the boys arrive, just as they stop Tony says "hey kid nice to see you in something other than a hoodie" he nods knowingly with a smile.

[eternalstann]

hi could i request a smut where reader and tom are best friends and she’s living with him and all the boys during quarantine and they’re both basically oblivious to the fact that they’re both drooling over/pining after each other and all the boys wanna see how long it goes on for and she hears tom having a steamy dream ab her or smth idk take this wherever u want it to go ilysm boo

im a sucker for housemate & domestic Tom ughhh. i love you more thank you for sending this I got you babes 🥺🥰

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“TOMMMM!” You screamed.

He’d gotten water all over the bathroom floor again and you were about to take a shower. You listen to his quick footsteps grow closer before he burst in the door. Eyes frantic he scans the room, pausing when they reach your frame covered in nothing but a towel. He took in the way your hair fell, the annoyed look on your face. Then swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips. He forces his eyes back to your face.

“Tom you got water all over the floor again!” You complain, gesturing to the puddles of h2o on the tile.

“Y/N seriously I thought you were hurt..” he rolls his eyes and you glare. “Yes Tom seriously! It’s so gross walking through all of this barefoot, or getting my slippers wet! And, you could cause mold to form. What’s so difficult about closing a fucking shower curtain!” You ask angrily and you didn’t mean to go off like this but you were frustrated.

“There’s three bathrooms in this house just use a different one if it’s such a big deal!” He yells.

You squint your eyes at him and take a deep breathe. “Whatever Tom, just get out” you snap and he turns around, closing the door harder than necessary.

As soon as the door is closed he adjust himselfs in his pants, he was mad... but you looked other worldly. Harrison walking by see’s him and his problem, laughing loudly at his hopeless friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her mate?” he asks, and Tom shushes him.

“Shut up you div she might hear you!” He warns, punching his arm.

“Ow! I’m just trying to help!” He frowns, but they both freeze when they hear the shower cut on through the door.

You don’t know why you went off on Tom like that. Maybe because your feelings for him were getting stronger every day and you were scared to show it? Or maybe because you were reaching critical levels of horniness and it was making you cranky. Probably both you shrug, stepping into the water. The hot pellets beating your skin instantly relax your tense muscles. You rub your neck, sighing, and let your hands wander downwards.

Between the valley of your breast and lower. You don’t stop until your hand is cupping your wet heat and pause, listening for sounds outside the door. You continue when nothing but silence can be heard, unaware of your audience.

Tom and Harrison are still as statues, only turning to look at each other when they hear soft moans echo through the small bathroom.

“This is super pervy, cmon Tom” Harrison drags him away.

“What was that all about?” Tuwaine asks, eyeing his friends coming down the stairs.

“Just a lovers quarrell between Tom and Y/N” Haz waves his hand nonchalantly and Tom denies it immediately.

“We are not lovers!” He clarifies and both his friends smack their teeth.

“No but you wanna be” Harry adds, walking in from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, I’m going to bed” Tom grumps. He trudges up the stairs to his room. He wishes sleep would take him as soon as he lays down but his mind is heavy with thoughts of you. His chest grew tight whenever he heard your name....which was a lot because you lived together. You were all he could think about. The way you looked in your towel, the way you sounded in the shower. The semi he sported earlier was now a full on boner and groaned, trying to ignore it.

Jerking off to the thought of you? How could he look you in the eye after doing something like that? But his brain wouldn’t let him rest. He let his mind wander. To what you’d taste like, or how you talked as you came. Tom didn’t even realize he’d started stroking himself until he heard something clatter in the living room.

‘That’s enough’ he tells himself firmly.

He tosses in his bed a few more times before finally falling asleep. But even in his sleep you wouldn’t leave him alone.

—

You run your fingers through your wet hair and stand at the top of the steps, peaking through to see if you saw Tom. You decided to put your pride aside and apologize.

“Hey guys where’s Tom? I wanted to say...sorry” you explain sheepishly and the boys all gasp.

“You! Say sorry?” Harry laughs and you glare. “I literally cannot remember the last time you apologized to any of us three...” he recalls and just turn on your heel to find Tom; ignoring all their snickering.

You stop in from of Toms room and take a deep breath. Go in, say sorry, get out. You tighten your towel and raise your hand to knock when you see the door is already cracked open. You call his name but hear no response.

You take a half step inside and can’t help the small smile when you see him sleeping peacefully. “Awww” you coo, watching him for a moment. He deserved some rest you think, you were about to turn and leave when you hear him murmur something in his sleep.

“Y/N”

It’s quiet, but you hear it. Your eyes widen, and watch his hips push up against nothing. His face tinted red and lips parted. You keep reeling your self to walk away but your legs won’t move. He was having a wet dream about you! Your hand clamps over your mouth, and you finally force yourself to take a step backwards.

But of course, you lose your footing and hit the ground with a thud. You scramble to get up, but you’re too slow. You hear the bed shift and in three seconds tops a disoriented Tom is pulling his door open and looking down at you.

You stare up at him, trying to ignore the bulge in his shorts and take the hand he offers to you. You both just stand, looking at each other for a moment before he gestures for you to come inside. You sit down on his bed, him beside you.

“I uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I talked to you earlier. It wasn’t that big of a deal and I shouldn’t have yelled” you apologize and e smiles.

“No you’re right, it is kind of gross. But I appreciate it” he laughs, and you do too.

You get quiet again, and try to work up the nerve to ask him, was he really dreaming about you?

“I heard you before I came in...Tom were you having a dream about me?” You rush through your words, nervousness encompassing you. You watch the color drain from his face.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what that was all about and I..” he speaks even faster than you did and you cut him off.

“I thought about you today while I was in the shower” you admit, and you don’t know where this sudden burst of courage came from but you hoped it would see you through.

“I thought about you fucking me from behind. What was your dream about?” You ask and Tom eyes are darker than usual, he was staring at you so intensely and with so much fire you could melt.

“I dreamt the same thing” he whispered. Your breathing quickened as he leaned closer to you. You let yourself fall backwards, and Tom climbs over you. His hands go to you towel, unwrapping it from your body. He’d seen you in close to nothing before, but never like this.

He eyes roam your now bare frame, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he compliments before coming down to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips smack loudly and shamelessly together. You’d imagined this for so long and now it was reality.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, parting lips for second and you squeak out a yes, connecting your lips again. Toms hand runs down your torso, and parts your thighs. You gasp when he runs a finger through your folds and finds your clit.

“Right there baby?” He asks, and you nod; eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He rubs you just right, like you’d done this together a million times. He kisses your collarbone, letting his tongue trace over the raised ridge.

“Tom..” you moan, back arching into his kisses. He goes lower, pulling a nipple between his lips and sucking. You moan again, and Tom quickens his fingers between your legs. Your toes curl into the sheets as you grow closer to your peak.

“Not loud enough” he growls, hand reaching up and wrapping around your throat. “Cum for me Y/N” hums, mouth next to your ear and he squeezes the sides of your throat. You grips his bicep as you cum, squirming while he works you through it.

He lets go of your neck and you pant, trying to catch your breath. You look up at him and watch as he kicks off his shorts. You can’t take take your eyes off his dick, much thicker than you’d expected and your pussy clenches at the thought of it stretching you open.

“Please fuck me Tom” your voice is wobbly, probably from literally being choked you think.

“Fuck, flip over” he instructs and you comply happily. Face down, ass up in Tom Holland’s bed. He slaps your ass and you whimper.

“Look so pretty” he whispers and you dig your nails into the bed when the head of his cock pushes inside of you.

“Jesus Y/N” he groans, pushing in all the way He pulls out slowly, then slides back in. You let out a shaky breath, you felt so full.

“Want you to scream my name like earlier” he chuckles, giving you an extra hard thrust. He keeps up the quick, hard thrusts and you bite your arm to keep from screaming. You feel his hands hands grip your hips tighter and pull you back onto him. You have to lift your head up to breathe before biting your arm again but Tom notices this time.

“Fuck that!” He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pounding you even harder. “Tom I’m gonna cum again” you cry out, and he moans, “Me too, baby”

Tom shifts behind you, the bed creaking. He puts one foot on the mattress, and rails into you. The sound of skin clapping echoes through the room, and you know the boys can hear.

“Tom!” You scream, just like he wanted; and your legs shake as your high washes over you. Tom thrusts sloppily a few more times before cumming inside of you.

You both pant, and Tom lays down beside you. “Do you think they heard?”

“Oh, they definitely heard”

[ciggylungz]

bed thief

bed thief

Butterflies and bandaids: chapt-5

Bed thief-

••

"Harry?" Y/n called out his name as she walked up the steps of his home, his mum bidding her a goodbye as she left for work as she came in the house.

She heard nothing in response, reaching the top of the steps and making her way to his cramped little room. A room she loves just as much as he loves hers.

There she spied the boy, still asleep with his hair fanned around his head messily, lips slightly parted with even breaths coming between them gently.

The girl couldn't help but smile fondly at the sight. He always looked so beautiful, even when sleeping. Unlike her who looks like a wreck even after a 15 minute power nap. Harry just had a way to always look beautiful.

She made her way quietly into his room, gently nudging him to wake him enough for him to know she's there getting a muffled 'hmph' in return.

"It's me h, didn't wanna scare ya'"

She heard a faint grunt of acknowledgment while he was still in dreamland, smiling to herself and slipping her shoes off crawling under his covers with him.

Even while asleep he still wrapped an arm around her instinctively, getting a content sigh from her as she drifted off with him, nuzzling her face into his warm bare chest.

••

When Y/n cracked her eyes open for the second time that day she was greeted with the afternoon light shining through the window, and her best friend scrolling through his Instagram while still holding her to his side.

"Mornin' sweetheart" he mumbled, his voice still deep and grainy from sleep but she still loved it.

"What time is it?" She shifted a bit and rubbed her eyes, licking over her lips and yawning.

"1:30, when did you get here?"

"8 this morning, Anne left for work when I got here. Found you and decided to join you in dreamland." She pushed her baby hairs behind her ears and he hummed.

"Just woke up myself, funny enough wasn't even surprised when I realized you were in here. So used to waking up with an intruder in my sheets." He smiled at her and she giggled quietly

"I like your bed, plus can always fall asleep easy here, no babies screaming to wake me up."

She let out a content sigh and she tossed herself back onto his mattress breathing in his sheets, they smelled like him. It was her favorite smell.

He chuckled to himself watching her, everything she did was adorable to him. He could watch her make toast and find it precious.

"Almost convinced you're only friends with me for my bed"

"That's one of the many reasons. C'mere give me a cuddle H, I'm a bit sad today."

His ears perked up hearing the last part, already on board just for the snuggle time but the last part had him leaping into action. Big arms circling around her tiny frame, tugging her back into his chest resting his chin on her shoulder.

"What seems to be the matter love?"

His fingers gently rubbed her wrist as he breathed in her rose scented hair, not minding the tickle of those unruly curls on his face.

"I guess it's a bit silly, but...I feel...lonely. Eli ghosted me after we hung out...realized after I spent a while doing stuff with him that...I didn't really like him...wished he was someone else the entire time, and I know that I can never really have that person so I'm just feeling really sad...and feel lonely deep down."

The poor girl unloaded a lot in her answer, Harry took a minute to digest everything she just said, giving her a hum to let her know he's listening and thinking.

When he finally gathered his thoughts he cleared his throat and held her a little tighter.

"Well, i don't think it's silly. I think those feelings are valid love. I'm sorry that you're feeling that way...what happened between you and Eli?"

He made sure to speak softly so he doesn't make her nervous. He knows she has trouble opening up, so he's learned the best way to get her to vent.

Y/N let out a little sigh, shifting a bit in his hold before answering.

"I went to his house to hangout and we ended up kissing, fooling around a little. Nothing past like over the clothes grinding or whatever, but I felt really distracted the whole time. Could only think about one person I wished it was them the entire time and it made me feel so guilty and sad. I eventually just pushed off him and told him I wasn't feeling it, he of course was all 'cmon, I'm hard don't leave me hanging' 'I'll get you into it promise' but I just left. He hasn't texted me since and I feel really bad."

Harry nodded against her, giving her a reassuring squeeze before kissing her temple.

"Well I'm proud of you for not giving in to him, and I'm happy you came to me. Love you lots, like when you come to me. Makes me feel better. Who were you thinking about love?"

He felt her go a bit stiff in his hold, feeling her muscles tense up and her rib cage rattle with a shaky breath.

"Doesn't matter, no point in saying it. It's never gonna happen...it would hurt worse if I talked about him. I'd lose a lot."

The young girls mind was racing, anxiety taking over her. She knew she couldn't tell him that the boy was him. She knew if she did, she'd lose him. He's told her over and over how she's still a little girl to him, how she's his best friend. He wouldn't want her, if she told him he'd probably stop talking to her just like Eli. She couldn't handle losing her Harry. She was willing to keep her feelings stuffed down for the sake of getting to keep Harry in her life any way she can.

Even when it hurts to be in the place she's in.

The boy raised an eyebrow and grunted in response, taking a moment to think. His brain was filled with the same thoughts. Harry wasn't dumb, he was putting 2 and 2 together, but at the same time he has the same hesitation. He still believes partly that he doesn't have a shot with her, she'd never see him that way.

But right now, a little stroke of intuition made him believe that she really was talking about him. And honestly he didn't know how to approach the situation, from both the view point of it's not him, and it is him.

They both were just as confused as each other. Two kids with feelings they don't truly understand. Emotions run high at their age, hormones rage even harder. Both of them were in the same little cloud of confusion.

The boy finally decided to turn his best friend over onto her back, leaning on his elbow so he's on his side and able to look down at her.

"Do I know this person?"

He decided he'd gently pry to get more information, knowing he would be able to eventually get to the bottom of it.

He kept his eyes on hers as she nodded silently, giving her a hum in response.

"How old are they?"

He took notice as she blinked a little faster, her lashes almost making an audible fluttering in the silence of his bedroom.

"...16" her nervous voice was quiet, hand coming up to her mouth to nervously chew on her fingers. A bad habit she's had since she was little.

He gently took her fist in his, coaxing her fingers away from her teeth and tucking them in and holding her hand in both of his.

"Are you close to this person?"

"Very...they mean the world to me...it's why I'm so afraid"

He could see her eyes go glossy as she answered each question. Nervous, scared, and he realized she probably started to see he was putting the pieces together.

"Is this person...me?"

He decided to just bite the bullet. Just ask, get the truth. And her big eyes instantly filling with tears and lip quivering, gave him his answer.

He watched the tears start to spill over the sides of her face, wetting her hair and ears on their way to soak the pillow, a sniffle breaking the silence before she shakily spoke

"I'm sorry...p-please don't le-leave me...please I'm s-so sorry Harry p-please...I n-need you please d-don't leave me!"

A pout grew on his face as he watched her start to panic, begging him to stick with her as if she wasn't his best friend over everything. The poor girl was petrified and he was just as nervous. He liked her, he loved the girl and his mind was still trying to process that she liked him back. Trying to figure out what to do.

But Y/N took his sudden silence and blank stare as rejection, her stomach instantly twisting and throat constricting. She was trying to prepare herself to leave the house, and never get to come back but her mind couldn't fathom the idea.

"I-I'm Sorry...I-I'll leave ill g-go I'm s-Sorry"

She squirmed under him, taking her hand from his and sitting up, her sobs shaking the bed frame as he scrambled to speak while finding himself completely tongue tied.

She stood up on shaky legs, sobs violently shaking her body as she grabbed her shoes too distraught to even put them on, turning to him and giving him a heart broken forced smile preparing herself to say goodbye to him, and as soon as he saw her lips start to form the 'g' he seemed to snap out of his haze.

He instantly jumped into action, wrapping his hand around her wrist keeping her in place while he gets on his knees on his mattress. He planted both hands on her wet cheeks and pulled her forward giving her a gentle kiss, her lips all red and swollen from her nervously biting them while crying, they were extra warm from the irritation but he didn't care.

He tugged her back onto the bed while keeping an iron grip on her, kissing all over her face and shushing her

"Not going anywhere love, like you too. So so so much. I love you, could never leave. I'm right here darling, deep breaths cmon. I like you too honey, swear by it. Don't need to cry, it's okay. Everything's okay."

Y/n was shocked and overwhelmed to put it simply, her mind racing just as fast as her heart. Little hands clutching onto him with a death grip, trying to stop her hiccuping sobs while he did his best to soothe her.

Sweet whispers and coaxing in her ears coupled with the tight hold he had on her slowly, but surely got her to calm down enough to where he wasn't worried about her passing out like she has in the past when she works herself up enough.

He wiped under her eyes, kissing her cheeks and brow bone as he grabs a tissue from the box on his nightstand to wipe her nose and cheeks, gently pecking her lips every so often.

He sat her up and held the tissue on her nose prompting her to blow, which she did. He folded the tissue and wiped her red rimmed nose tossing it in the trash before getting another making sure she clears out her sore nostrils. He wanted to make sure she could get enough air, and lose the uncomfortable congested feeling in her face.

Y/N felt safe. She felt cared for, his gentle hands cleaning her up, talking softly to her while he takes care of his girl.

Harry felt a sense of comfort wash over him when she started to calm down, leaning into his touch while taking more even breaths starting to come back down from her anxiety attack.

She leaned herself into him, face in his neck as her teeth started to chatter. The adrenaline rushing through her giving her the jitters after she gets so worked up, being soothed by his steady stroking of her back and soft speaking in her ear.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. You're safe, you're okay. Never gonna let anything bad happen to you sweetheart."

••

After an hour of jitters and death grips on each other, Y/n was able to take her first truly steady breath looking at her best friend, resting her forehead on his.

"Did you mean it Harry? You like me too?"

Her gentle tone is just as angelic as it was when she was 4, it melted his heart.

"Name a single time I've lied to you love. Course I mean it, would never lie about something like this. Wouldn't lie to you period."

His hands gently ran up and down the expanse of her back, her muscles relaxing under his touch. Her body finally losing its tension, melting into his as she gently kissed the boy.

The loneliness suddenly a distant memory as she felt him kiss her back.

[naptoons]

Lockdown - Zabdiel De Jesus

Theme: fluff and angst I guess & google translated spanish.

Warnings: cute shit with a little sad shit

A/N: okay this song is literally the cutest and I couldn’t imagine anyone fitting this concept but zabdiel🥺 I hope you guys like the angst / fluff🖤 I love you all.

You’ve always had a crush on Zabdiel, he was always there to help you through whatever you were comfortable with telling him. He knew you sometimes better than yourself. You hated to admit you like him. Because you knew you’d end up like the other girls. Either becoming his weekdays or his one time. You didn’t want to be either. You didn’t want your heart broken again. The pain was unbearable last time, you fell hard for your ex-partner. Now you were crushing big time. Zabdiel walks over to you placing the covers over your body, laying your head on his thighs while his fingers caress your earlobe, basically helping you fall asleep faster.

“You look so tired nena, whats got you up late at night?” His voice soothing you deeper into your slumber, you brain urged you to comment “you” but your fear wouldn’t let that happen.

“Work stuff” you mumble, Zabdiel settling for a soft hum, he just draws circles on your lower back, as your ears drown out the music and laughter.

Twenty minutes later the sound of cursing and shouts dawn upon you. Later followed by Zabdiel’s voice “shut the fuck up, y/n is trying to sleep” smiling you slowly sit up snuggling yourself in the covers. Zabdiel peeks his head in the room sighing at the sight of you being awake. “I apologize for them, supposedly uno is super intense you have to scream and jump on couches” he jokes with you.

“It’s okay, I guess I slept too long anyways” you smile fixing the hoodie you had on. Time couldn’t be more awkward then it was now.

“Is that my hoodie? Wow I was hoping I didn’t lose it” his smile beams, your face turning hues of red from your nose to the tip of your ears.

“Mhm” was all you could answer, Zabdiel flops down next to you, his arms rested on the back of the couch. “So we’re going out tonight, we’re going to club then the beach, so get dress nena” his fingertips caressing your exposed skin burning you up in size. You felt like the angel in you burned the wings off. Hit too close to the candles flame. Nodding your head Zabdiel helps you up from the couch, opening the door for you to walk out. He’s a gentleman. The type any girl would fall for. His energy is contagious. The butterflies were to powerful. You’re surprised they haven’t exposed you. Richard turns his head your direction smiling.

“Sorry we woke you up precioso” he engulfs you in a hug “it’s okay, I was waking up anyways”

“Yeah Zabdiel was about to beat us up for waking you up” Joel comments very humbling

“This man hella overprotective of you, makes me think it’s something more than just a friendship” Christopher sticks his tongue out in a very nsfw gesture Zabdiel walks over to him but Christopher gets up before he can lap around there. Laughing at how they’re playing a game of cat and mouse, I walk upstairs to my room. They all decided to come over, we were watching a movie in that room and you got tired. Opening your closet door you grab the most simple but elegant. A lace bodysuit tucked into black ripped jeans. And a pair of boots.

After your shower you think about what Christopher said, those words made you feel fuzzy inside. Made you question some things and even jumped to conclusions. But you’ve cane to realization, Zabdiel is just a flirty person by nature, even his fans know that. So makes you any different? Settling for to pieces of hair laying down on each side of your ears and a slick back ponytail. Looking through the mirror you see Zabdiel slender body “maldito bebé te ves bien” [Damn baby you look good], Zabdiel stands behind you kissing your temple. Smiling you lean back on his chest playfully. Zabdiel digs his fingers into your waist adorning you from head to toe.

Zabdiel knew he needed to tell you, he felt just a strongly as you do about him, but he knew his reputation might have messed that chance up for him. “Cmon lets go!” Grabbing your hand he pulls you towards the exit, while you grab your phone and wallet in the other hand. The rest of the boys were sitting on the couch debating about something, but got quiet as we entered the room. “Aren’t y’all obviously talking about us” Zabdiel laughs.

“No se de que estas hablando” [ I do not know what you are talking about] Christopher smugly replies, you only understand half of that sentence, more or less three words. Richard gets up walking towards the front door “erick should drive, since he can’t do shit” Richard pokes fun at him, You put on a pout face seeing how they bullied him. You walk over and hug him around his waist, cheek on his chest.

“Don’t worry, at least we don’t need alcohol to have fun” you back him up

“Yep, you’re right about that” he smiles wrapping his arms around your shoulder. Zabdiel stood in the background feeling a little jealousy brewing in him. Turning on his heel he walks out the door, swiping the keys on your table you follow pursuit.

“Someone has to sit on a lap” Erick shutters

“You’re thé driver, you ain’t got nothing to worry about, I call shotgun!” You yell just as you’re about to hop in the front seat Zabdiel pulls you into him. “You’re sitting on my lap” without any hesitation he pulls you on his lap, while the rest sit down in the seats. Erick looks back at you smiling.

“Watch your head Zabdiel is built like a jungle gym” he enlightens the situation

“Start climbing y/n, see what lies at the top” Christopher chimes in, getting a smack to the back of his head from Zabdiel. You have no choice but to laugh. You feel his hand on your waist pulling you in closer. “You comfortable?” You ask looking back at him

“Yeah I’m good you?” He asks

Smiling you reply “yes”

Arriving at the club, you saw a couple of his friends, including the girl he’s friends with benefits with. She looked beautiful nevertheless, she smelled like coco Chanel, mixed with the breeze of coconut. She was never bitter to you. I guess cause you hid your feelings so well she wasn’t aware you had the biggest crush on him. Zabdiel walks over to her engulfing her in a hug, her fingernails rubbing up and down his back. It was painful to watch so you softly shoulder bumped Erick and he did the same. “I’m hungry” you complain to him

“Yeah same let’s go eat” you and Erick start racing to the dinner part of the bar, Zabdiel watched you in the distance. Smiling at your happiness even if it wasn’t with him. “Zabdiel, Cmon lets get some drinks” Isabella grips onto his arms. Zabdiel nods follow her over to the bartenders. After you finished eating Erick wanted to dance at first you declined feeling socially awkward by the crowd, but Erick promised if it was too much you guys could go back to sitting down and play with the darts in the back of the club. Erick and you started dancing the rhythm of the beat. Y’all bodies grinding and sticking to each other, blending in just like everyone else. It wasn’t so bad you thought to yourself.

“See! Was it so bad?!” Erick shouts over the music, giggling you shake your head in rejection. “No! It isn’t!” Zabdiel was on the couch with Isabella watching how you guys were glue to each other’s body. He wanted that with you. Isabella and Zabdiel are both in a jealous rage. Isabella understood that he didn’t love her, he loved you. She wanted to make your heartbreak so you’d stay away from him. Erick has left to go use the bathroom, Isabella took the opportunity to speak to you. Kissing Zabdiel on the cheek she gets up from his lap making her way over to you.

“Hey y/n how are you?” She asks

“I’m fine, hot is all” you reply

“Yeah it is hot in here, listen sweetie I have something to tell you” her hands lifelessly laid upon your arm “Zabdiel isn’t ready for a relationship, he’s told me that he only sees you as a friend, he couldn’t cross that brother-sister boundary, you know he’s the flirty type don’t take it personal” if you could throw up flowers like a Hanahaki disease. This would be the moment. All this scenarios they played in your head turned from maybes to imaginations.

“Oh, well thanks for tell me I guess” upon hearing your somber tone on the inside she was quiet glad now you would turn away from her “man”

“I’m sorry baby, I know you liked him a lot, but he isn’t worth giving your heart too, he’ll just break it” Isabella pats your back walking back over to Zabdiel” your ears becoming numb to the blaring sound of the music. You watch her sit down on Zabdiel’s lap his hands wrapped around her waist. Smiling as they have a conversation. You told yourself not to fall hard for him. Just in case something like this were to happen. Erick comes out smiling, but that smile soon fades upon seeing the way your lower lip poked out in despair.

“Hey y/n are you okay?” He asks caressing his thumb on your forearm

“Erick.. May I be alone for fifteen minutes? I’ll be at the beach okay?” you force a smile, his eyes downgrading in shades of concern.

“Sure, I’ll come get you in fifteen minutes” Erick smiles, he kisses your temple watching you walkout the door before he turns around heading straight towards Zabdiel.

Zabdiel stops laughing once he sees the look upon Erick face, he knows somethings wrong. “Que Paso ?” [what happened]

“Something happened with y/n, she looked hurt, like she heard something and was disappointed by it” Zabdiel pushes Isabella off of him. She tries to grab his hand but he swings it away.

“What did you say to her?” Zabdiel growls, usually it would cause a bundle of joy in the pit of her stomach, but this sounded like a raging monster.

“Papi I didn’t say anything, maybe she was just thinking about something” she lies, Richard smugly drinks from his cup

“pequeña eres una gran mentirosa” [ little girl you are a big liar” Zabdiel turns in his direction “bro she went and told y/n you’re not in love with her, and that you aren’t ready for love, she also said you’d just hurt her” Zabdiel’s fists balles up wanting to punch a wall or a table but calms down ready to tell her off “when I come back home, I want your shit gone, I’m changing my number as well, get the fuck outta my face” Zabdiel looks back at Erick asking where you’ve gone too.

You were sitting close by the shore not to close to be swept away but close enough the waves crashed against your toes. Wiping the tears from your eyes that blended in well with the salt water in front of you. Why did you have to get your hopes up? You thought to yourself. Hearing the sound of feet against the sand you sniffed and dried your eyes. “It hasn’t been fifteen minutes yet Erick but I’m coming” you get up from your position as you turn around you realize it’s not Erick. But the boy you’ve fallen in love with.

“Oh hey Zabdiel” you couldn’t talk to him right now, you didn’t know how you could talk to him. Things would be awkward. It already was awkward but you always played it off by flirting back. Now you couldn’t do that. Trying to walk past him he grabs your wrist making you stand in front of him, as he towers over you. “What don’t you wanna go back inside? Your girlfriend is probably worried”

Zabdiel rolls his eyes “you know damn well she isn’t my girlfriend”

“Well Isabella is waiting”

“Can’t you see I don’t give a fuck about her? Y/n I’m here cause Erick told me you were out here”

“Your point?” You didn’t mean to be cold,but you wanna let him get close, your heart is already broken. Twice could make you run away from him.

“For fuck sakes y/n I like you” Zabdiel bluntly comments.

Shaking your head you feel the tears roll down “no you don’t Zabdiel, I don’t wanna be just another girl to you, I want more then that I deserve more than that, I don’t want to feel my heart break no more” your voice floating in the window “cause the minute that we touch lockdown, Zabdiel because I am in love with you, I might never want to let you go”

Sniffling you drop your arm still in his grasp “just tell me please, you got someone else, so I can make easy to not go there” you let out one last comment.

“ I can’t lie to you. I don’t have anyone else and I’m not in love with Isabella, it’s always been you, you idiot” not giving you anytime to respond, the sun and the moon met, as his warmth cascade over you, his fingers placed gently on both sides of your cheek, holding the both of y’all together like glue, the waves crashing against the both of your feet’s. A gust of wind flowing in between you two. It was something and more you’ve always dreamt of. Pulling away from your space, a string of saliva becomes a divider between you two. His eyes swimming in love, but also in beauty because of you. “Y/n i meant what I said, I’m deeply and utterly in love with you, fuck more then I should be, it scares the hell out of me, but feeling that jealousy tension today I know that this feels right”

“You were jealous?” You ask curiously

“That’s all you heard?” Zabdiel laughs “yeah, I got very jealous today, what Christopher said is true, I’m very overprotective of you”

“I love you too” honey voice came from your lips, instantly melting Zabdiel, his smile so milky and delicate. Leaning in he crashes his lips upon yours with only one hand on your jawline.

Erick has to drive us home, everyone was drunk besides him and I. Zabdiel was tipsy he could’ve drive but he wanted you to sit on his lap again. Getting out the car the cold wind hit my body. We said out a little longer, playing with the water, kissing, watching the moonlight against the water. It was something that only happened in movies. “Here” Zabdiel wraps you up in his jacket, smiling up at him he kisses your forehead. Something that always gave you butterflies. Even with him bring your boyfriend now. Erick Opens the front door for us, while everyone followed pursuit.

“Finally you told her z! Told you she felt the same” Christopher slurs his words, You giggle in how shy he is by that comment but he just picks you up taking you to his room. Closing the door behind him you scope out the room. He’s done some remodeling there were things you never seen before in his room.

“I added something you’ll love” he speaks

“Hm, what is it?” You reply

“Change into my hoodie and you’ll find out”

“I’ll do that if you take a warm shower with me” innocently you plead

“Oh, already?” Zabdiel jokes with you.

After the shower you and Zabdiel were cuddled up in his bed “so where’s the surprise?” you ask he reaches over on his nightstand grabbing what looked like a remote. He clicked it and stars appeared on the celling. Looking just like the skies you saw at the beach. Astonished by the view your eyes turn into a galaxy. And he loved it.

“How is that for a surprise?” He mumbles against your skin “so now when you come over, we can do just this” he wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest.

“What more would you do for me?” You smile

“Whatever you want me to do, you have me on lockdown”

[blushingbarnes]

I think I’m dying- Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: “Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

Warnings: body confidence issues, insecurity, I don’t like saying that the reader is plus sized because idk it can but I weird damper on the story

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You stand in the bedroom of your apartment, looking into a full length mirror. You turn to the side so you can see your full profile.

You weren’t exactly ‘fat’ per se, you just had some extra cushion for the pushin’. You never really thought about your weight until you met Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers.

After you’d met Bucky and had been dating him for a few months he decided to introduce you to the Avengers. After you had made all of your introductions you couldn’t help but observe.

Natasha and Wanda had perfectly fit bodies. Nothing like yours of course. You understood that they worked out constantly, but you still couldn’t help but wonder why Bucky wouldn’t have wanted them instead of you.

Bucky was, well, Bucky was fucking ripped to say the least. It makes sense for an athletic person to be with an athletic person, right? Not an athletic person with, whatever you catergorized as.

A knock at your bedroom door snaps you out of your thoughts. “Just a second!” You call out as you put on your outfit you were planning on wearing. After you finished you opened up your door to the sight of Bucky.

“Hey doll” he grinned and pulled you into a hug, Bucky’s hands fell down to your hips and you sucked in a slight breath. He pulls away and looks at you.

“You okay?” He asks you. “Yeah of course! What did you have planned for us today?” You reply with a smile, as fake as it may be.

“I just kind of wanted to have a day in, is that okay?” He tells you. “Yeah sounds good. You wanna watch a movie?”

Bucky nods and you walk towards your living room. You bend down to find a movie and Bucky playfully smacks your butt. You squeal a little and shake your head, continuing on your search.

“I’ll go make some popcorn and snacks and stuff.” He says as he walks to your kitchen. “Have we watched the Little Mermaid yet?” You call out in Bucky’s direction.

“No I don’t think so.” He replies. “Okay that’s what we’re watching then.” You tell him.

You put the dvd into the player and sit down to wait for Bucky. He sits down beside you and puts the popcorn bowl on his lap, and hands you the box of Oreos.

You slightly cringe when he hands you the cookies. You knew in your head you weren’t going to eat any. You hit play on the movie and begin to watch.

About half way through the movie you feel eyes on you. You look in Bucky’s direction and find him staring at you. “Do I have something on my face?” You ask him, slightly laughing.

“Yeah actually, on your lip.” He bends forward as if to wipe it off, but instead he kisses you. You laugh into the kiss and pull away. “You’re such a dork.” You mutter and turn back to the movie.

A few more minutes pass by before Bucky speaks up again. “Are you okay Y/N? You seem a little off.” He questions.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You say with a small smile, until an idea runs through your brain. “Actually, can you show me how you train? I wanna try.” You ask him as you pause the movie.

“How I train? Doll you might pass out after the first 5 minutes.” He laughs. You roll your eyes, “Okay, maybe just a light workout then.” You say.

“Fine, but we start tomorrow. It’s too late for me right now.” He tells you.

~

It was the next morning and you were getting ready to workout with Bucky. You put on a baggy T-shirt and leggings, and you were currently putting your hair up.

“Babe! Are you ready?” You hear Bucky call from the other room. You walk out to meet him and he smiles at you.

“Okay! What’s first?” You ask, putting on your shoes. “Well I thought first we’d go on a quick warm up run. How’s that sound?” He answers. “Yeah, sure. Lead the way!” You tell him.

You were about ten minutes into your “warm-up” run with Bucky, and you’re nearly out of breath already. “Can we please stop, I think I’m dying.” You tell Bucky as you slow down.

“Cmon doll! It’s not even that hard. Don’t tell me you want to do my workout and quit this easy.” He says, Brooklyn accent slipping through.

“I just want to stop okay?” You say as you stop running abruptly. You feel tears sting your eyes, or is it sweat? Either way you stop to take a drink. You begin to walk back to your apartment, leaving Bucky in the dust.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up.” He calls as he jogs up to you. He places a hand on your shoulder as he speaks. “What’s the matter?” He asks you.

“It’s nothing, you can just go train with Natasha or something.” You grumble as you keep walking. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous of Nat?” He questions with his eyebrow raised.

“It’s not that” you sigh, “it’s just that.. she looks like that and. Well I look like this.” You say as you gesture towards your body. You shake your head and begin to walk again, faster this time.

You’re grateful that this backstreet is secluded enough that no one can see your slight angry tears as you walk.

“Doll! Come back.” You feel Bucky’s hand wrap around your wrist and turn you around. He makes you look at him as he speaks.

“You are perfect just the way you are. Okay? Now I’m willing to workout with you, but as long as you don’t overwork yourself trying to achieve the impossible.” He speaks as he looks at you.

You nod slightly and put your arms around his torso, and your head at his heart. You sigh into his chest as you feel his heart beat.

You feel his hands trails down to your hips, and he slightly pinches your butt a bit. You gasp and look up at him. He smirks down at you as you roll your eyes.

“Let’s go home you idiot.” You smile playfully and grab his hand.

[cityofimagines]

I Got You – Tyler Down x Reader

Request: (hey everyone its maria so basically im the worst & accidentally deleted the request so idk the exact wording but basically an anon asked me to write an imagine where the reader has a crush on tyler & he walks in on her masturbating & moaning his name & then they have sex ayeee)

A/N: who let me run a blog when im this much of a mess  but yeah to this anon im sorry i accidentally deleted your message & i hope i did what i remembered of your request justice !! but this is my first legit smut on this blog so i hope you like it 😛 all the tyler girls boutta be SHOOOOOK (including myself)

Warnings: SMUT

Having a crush on someone is a rollercoaster. Some days you have this undying urge to curl up under a big blanket and cuddle with that person all night long, and other days you can’t help but imagine yourself writhing and moaning underneath them.

Today you were thinking of the latter.

Your crush on Tyler Down was no secret to anyone. By this point even Tyler had an inkling as to what your feelings towards him were. You were at that stage where every time you saw him, your heartbeat would quicken, your insecurities would increase, and the blush on your face would darken.

Right now you were home alone, thinking of him. Specifically what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours, his lips exploring every inch of your skin, and his sinful words making you shiver. All of these thoughts were rushing straight to your core.

You removed your clothes from the waist down and laid down on your bed. You pressed a teasing finger to your clit and your whole body tingled.

You sunk farther down into your pillows as your eyes closed. The images in your head became more vivid as your pleasure increased. You were so lost in trying to hit your release that you even slightly surprised yourself when an unexpected, “fuck Tyler” spilled out of your mouth in a moan.

Your eyes shot open, and you stopped for a minute to think of what just happened. But once you convinced yourself that it was fine and he would never find out about this, your brain automatically went back to your fantasies.

You had no concept of anything in this moment except for what Tyler’s imagined lips and hands were making you feel. His name continuously rolled off your tongue throughout your session.

It wasn’t until you heard a very familiar voice scream out “OH MY GOD” that you snapped out of your thoughts. Your first task was to immediatly grab your sheets and cover the very exposed parts of you.

You opened your eyes barely to look at the scene happening in front of you.

“I’m so sorry. So sorry uh- oh my God. I’m so sorry. I’ll come back. I didn’t- oh my God. Fuck. Wow. Oh my God.” There was the one person in the world you equally wanted to see and didn’t want to see in this moment. There was Tyler, standing facing the opposite way from you in your doorway, math book in hand. 

Your clearly forgotten “study session” you had both planned for this time after school today slowly creeped to the front of your mind. “Shit.” You whispered to yourself.

“I’ll come back. I’m so fucking sorry.” He stuttered out.

You had a crazy idea form. You weren’t sure if it was your head or your hormones talking, but before you could figure it out, you blurted out a, “NO WAIT.”

He backed up all of the two feet he had walked down your hallway. He was still facing the other way, and you weren’t mad at that. In fact you weren’t sure you would ever be able to face him head on again if this didn’t work out like you had just planned it.

“Why don’t you...” Your heart suddenly began to pound quite audibly in your chest. “Help me.”

You saw Tyler stiffen. “Like...” He trailed off.

“Yes. Come here. Help me.” You don’t know where this random surge of confidence was coming from, whether it was your arousal or your brain, but either way, it worked.

Tyler slowly turned around. Seeing his bright red cheeks, messy hair that he ran his hands through too many times, and unbelievably kissable lips made your stomach flip. 

He moved his math textbook that was conveniently placed over his crotch onto your desk across the room to reveal his very apparent boner. 

“How much did you see?” You asked slowly. 

“Enough.” He replied, smiling slightly. There was a pause. “Are you sure you want this?” 

“Yes. Never been more sure.” You said. “What about you...?” 

“Oh my God...yeah! I mean...yes I...” He ran his hands through his hair again. “I’ve really liked you for a really long time.” Hearing those words from him made fireworks explode in your stomach. Your smile deepened. 

“Get over here then.” You said. He quickly walked over and sat down on your bed. He crashed his lips to yours in a needy kiss. Your moans began almost immediately. This was everything you wanted. 

He moved his lips down to your neck. Your hands ran through every curly strand of his hair– not leaving any part of him untouched. You began to tug on the bottom of his button down, signaling that you wanted it off. He obeyed and started unbuttoning it from top to bottom to reveal his lean, but still toned abdomen. Your hands ran up and down his chest and abs as you made out, causing him to let out some moans. The sounds went straight to your heat, and you could feel yourself becoming wetter for him by the second. 

Next he tugged on the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” He asked. 

“Go ahead.” You said. He gently pulled your shirt off and threw it somewhere unknown on the floor. Desperate to get things moving, you undid your bra quickly. You let it slide off your shoulders delicately before throwing it across the room as well. 

“You...are so...beautiful.” Tyler said between kisses. His hands made their way to your breasts and squeezed them lightly, earning another moan from you. 

After more making out, he laid you down on the bed and hovered over you. “You okay?” He asked. Him asking for consent so many times melted your heart. How did you get this boy? You felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

“Yes Tyler. This is absolutely perfect.” You replied. He leaned down to kiss you again. As this happened, you felt him rub his still clothed crotch over your exposed one. 

“Take it off.” You whispered into your next shared kiss. He then undid his belt, never once breaking eye contact with you. He took off his pants and underwear and his boner slapped up against his stomach; clearly grateful to be free of the confining material. “Need you.” You breathed out. 

“Don’t worry. I got you.” He said. You felt him rub the tip of his cock against your slit, only increasing your desires. He pushed inside you slowly.

“Fuck Tyler.” You looked up to see him smirking at the familiar phrase, except this time it was actually about something real. “That feels amazing.” You continued.

“Feels so fucking good.” He added. 

He began to thrust into you at a slow pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling. As time went on, his thrusts became harder and faster. 

“Oh my God (y/n) I’m close.” He groaned.

“Me too. Fuckkk.” You said. Your hands rubbed up and down his back, attempting to bring him impossibly closer to you. His head was buried in your neck. 

“Fuck. Oh my God. I’m gonna cum.” He said in a strained voice. A few seconds later, you felt him release inside you. He let out a series of whimpered moans in your ear, which only pulled you closer to your release. Once he came down from his high, he focused solely on you. 

He started to rub fast circles on your clit. “Cmon (y/n). Cum for me baby.” He said. His words pushed you over the edge more than anything else. After a few more seconds, you released all over his hand, legs shaking and screaming his name through your clouded bliss. 

He made his way back up next to you on the bed when you came down. “Fuck.” Was all you said. 

He laughed. “That was like...really good.” 

“It was.” You nodded in agreement. You rolled over so you were facing him. 

He rolled over as well. “What do you say we do that again sometime?” He whispered. “Except next time you’re my girlfriend?” His blue eyes seemed to sparkle as they looked at you.

“I’d absolutely love that Tyler.”

[hollandroos]

Apocalyptic {P.P}

Summary: (I suck at summaries) Peter Parker X Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU/ This has a walking dead feel to it. Peter saves the reader from being killed but she doesn’t exactly react as he’d expected.

Warnings: Violance, Zombies

Words: 1225

Special thanks to @underoosie​ for letting me babble on about this idea.

In a world with Aliens, and the odd god stopping by now and then you’d learn that anything was possible, absolutely nothing became out of the ordinary, including a dreaded zombie apocalypse. How this happened? This was beyond anyone’s line of work including the one and only Bruce Banner, hulk and biologist who was currently off of the raiders.

Personally you would’ve preferred a repeat of Loki’s attempted world takeover, or the rise of Ultron. But now you were stuck dealing with the dead. Every day you fought as if it was your last whether that be on your hunt for food and safe drinking water, warm clothes or even fighting off the living dead.

But you were surviving, or at least doing your best too but god was it hard on your own. Almost 3 weeks without any proper human interaction besides the odd scavenger attempting to steal your supplies was making you go insane. (As was the bloodthirsty zombies limping around)

At this point you craved human interaction, but at the same time who were you meant to trust at a time when the world was falling apart all around you? Survival was your main focus right now, making friends was not a priority.

In one hand you gripped your knife and in the other you clench your fists harshly, nails digging into your palm. No matter how many of the dead you fought, you’d never not be anxious. Every time you came close to one of them you risked your life, but each one whose life you ended was one less in the world.

There were at least nine of them- eleven at most but you were sure you could take them, keyword ‘were’. Past tense. Last time you’d fought of this many you’d had an escape route nearby but this time you were stuck, trapped in the corner of an old pharmacy.

You’d made jokes in the past about your ability to get yourself stuck in shitty situations but this, this was definitely the worst.

You stared the first one directly in the eyes, seeing nothing but hunger and a thirst for the living. It was just waiting to dig its teeth into your flesh. You counted down from three before you swung the knife back, landing it directly in the once humans head. It fell to the floor with a thump, the being behind it tripping up on the corpse but not enough to make it fall, instead it stumbled towards you, more so towards its end.

Without hesitating you stabbed the dead in the head, it landed on top of the other with a thump.

This didn’t stop the others from limping towards you. Their bodies were torn and dismembered, clothes dirty and covered in filth that’d probably been building up since the start of the apocalypse almost 2 months ago now making you gag at not only the sight but the smell too.

More lunged towards you. It was obviously too much for your body to handle as your knees decided to buckle as soon as the body hit yours. I’m not dying today, my body will not be left here to be eaten away at.

You put up a fight, trying to impale the knife through its brain only to find that your arms are trapped. You only just get out of the way before it’s teeth come down only inches to where your face was seconds ago.

“Bastard” You mumble, attempting to kick the creature but once again, failing.

You almost miss the sound of a knife going directly through its skull, making it go limp on top of you and in your slightly delusional state you begin to think that you’d killed it, that you’d somehow got your hands free an impaled it.

You push the body off, catching a dark, male figure moving faster than any of those things would ending the lives of what few walkers were still standing. He’s fast, making them drop like flies.

“Cmon, there’s more coming” He hisses, pulling his knife out of one of their skulls and moving towards you. You stare at him, your dehydrated and sleep deprived brain not letting you believe that there was a human with a pulse in front of you, offering help. “We need to hurry” He says, pulling you up.

You follow, knife raised prepared to fight for your life if need be while he leads you out and instead towards another, much smaller shop.

The shelves were almost empty, obviously already been raided but from what you could see from signs and anything left over it was an old jewellery store. Your eyes landed on a dusty engagement ring sitting in the shattered shelf making your heart ache.

You’d never fall in love. You’d never get married or have kids. That was a thing of the past now.

The strangers voice pulls your from your haze, though it sounded more drawn out than you’d like. I have to be more careful, he could’ve taken that chance to kill me.

“Are you crazy? You could’ve died!” The boy screams, running a hand through his hair and taking a moment to grip the roots harshly.

Now that it was lighter you could make better sense of his face. He looked fairly young, probably around the same age if not older than you. You noticed a long, but not very deep cut under his left eye which you assumed was from either fighting another one of the dead or even another living being. He was short, but not too short and he looked exhausted, as you probably did too.

“You don’t even know me! Now would you shut up? You’ll attract more” you spit the words out, making sure to be noticeably quieter than the stranger.

Dizzy He looks out the window for a second before turning to you. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me by now? I did save your life after all” You scoff at his attitude. “I don’t even know your name. Besides I didn’t need your help, I could’ve taken them”

Nausea “Or you could’ve died” he says. You got quiet for a second, your eyes only softening when the boy reaches a dirty, slightly bloody hand out to shake yours. “Peter Parker” “Y/F/N Y/L/N. Thank you for helping me, I appreciate it” You begin to wonder what the boys intentions with you were, in a world as harsh as this one nothing came for free.

Lightheaded

“Really can’t just do a good thing anymore without something being expected in return?” He laughs, shaking his head.

“We’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, supplies are limited and every time I’ve run into another person with a heart beat in the last 2 weeks they’ve either tried to take my pack, kill me or both. Good things don’t really come around often anymore” You reply, gripping your knife harder and watching the strangers moves.

Suddenly he becomes blurry and your eyes heavy, you can’t even make sense of what he says next because you’re so focused on not passing out, but you do see his lips moving and an arm reaching forward, making you attempt to step back and raise your knife in defence.

That’s the last thing you do before your body collapses.

Darkness

Part 2

[13tth]

Smooth Horizon of the Verb Love

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationship: Eleven/Max

Summary: 

“I bet you real money, or rides, or smokes— whatever you want, that you can’t get Jane to sleep with you by the end of next semester.” Lucas looks almost proud of himself when he steps back, glancing over his shoulder at the group of girls wielding pom-poms, seemingly flying. Seemingly touching the sun.

“You fall in love, you lose.”

Notes:  I SAW SOME OF MY MUTUALS (i think) TALKING ABOUT A PUNK!MAX AND CHEERLEADER!EL AU AND I WANTED TO BRING IT TO LIFE SO I DID

Words: 1.3k

Chapter 1/?

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September 1988

“I think the only thing that would be more cliche,” Max brushes a few pebbles from where they’re trapped in the skin of her palms and lifts an orange flame to her lips. A piece of her hair falls in front of her face and she blows it away with a puff of smoke. “Is if he was on the football team.”

Lucas— for a second— throws his head back and sighs, content with imagining, before letting out a light laugh to accompany his friend’s. He extends a grabbing hand to retrieve their shared cigarette. Max scowls but hands it over. “He wouldn’t last a day on the football team,” Lucas exhales, letting the smoke blow back into Max’s face. He licks his lips, tasting the familiar orange soda flavor of Max’s chapstick. She’s used the same kind since middle school.

“Are you sure?” She asks, sarcastically. She brushes her hair out of her eyes this time with her right hand. It’s shorter now than it used to be. Only coming to rest in waves on her shoulders, but it’s thick and tangles annoyingly. She throws a smirk Lucas’ way. “I heard trumpet players have a pretty mean punt.”

“You’re just jealous, Mayfield,” Lucas lifts his head from where it lies, disgustingly, on the ground next to a pile of chewed gum and a shoe with a hole in the bottom. They’d found it there— under the visiting bleachers— freshman year. They’d made up a story then of who it could’ve belonged to. His name was Gary, and he’d OD’ed in ‘76. They took his lifeless, dirty body, but left his shoe. Lucas forgets how they’d explained the unusually large hole, but it hasn’t moved since, and they keep coming back to make sure of it. And to smoke.

“Yeah, Sinclair? Of what?” Max shrinks, nervously, taking one last drag of the cigarette and stubbing it out rigidly against the bottom of her boot before Lucas can protest. She crosses a pair of intensely freckled arms then, trying to ignore her heart rate.

Lucas smiles.

Fuck yo-

“Of his relationship with Jane Hopper,” Lucas boasts, although quiet. Like it’s a confession and a secret wrapped up in one with a ribbon on top. Max wants to spit in the dirt and rub the mud into his teeth.

“If there’s one thing I’m not it’s jealous of Mike Wheeler,” Max scoffs, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. She prays her voice doesn’t waver. She prays the red on her cheeks can be explained by her fair skin in the sun, but Lucas knows her. He knows her better than anyone.

“Cmon, Max. Even I’ve been jealous of Mike before,” He stretches his arms above his head, scratching the strip of skin exposed just beneath his shirt at the motion. Max winces. “He’s— okay he’s not cool. Um…he’s smart. That must’ve been it.”

“Maybe you have it bad for Jane.” Max teases, pushing two fingers into Lucas’ side, causing him to yelp in a mixture of pain and pink, tickled laughter.

He gets back at her by pinching her forearm, just where her pushed-up sleeve meets her elbow. She squeals.

“Yeah sure, lemme just drop my own crush problems. There they go, out the fucking window,” He rants, animatedly pretending to throw a ball of problems through a windowpane. Max swears she hears glass shatter. “You need to own up to your problem, Max it’s the first step.”

Max withdraws, slightly, rolling her eyes to the west where the sun has already begun sinking in the sky. Just enough for the light to shine across Lucas’ eyes and for him to squint in the way he has since they’d met 4 years ago. It makes her insides warm in a way that makes her squirm. It’s not romantic, no, but nostalgic. The line doesn’t sound rude to anyone else’s ears but hers, and that’s only because anger isn’t her friend, but she’s working on it for the good of the dumb kids she calls friends. So she takes a deep breath before falling into Lucas’ side, her chin digging sharply into the meat of his shoulder. “I really don’t have a problem.”

“You may be my friend, and I may love you,” Lucas pets her hair and plants a kiss on top of her head. “But that’s bullshit.”

“Yeah, okay,” Max rolls her eyes again but drops it.

The pair springs up at the sound of loud voices across the football field, brushing debris of the backs of their pants and clearing the air of any lingering plumes. Pretending like they’d been on their way to class and had just stumbled and fallen into hiding was often their only defense against curious faculty. Lucas acts like he’s been shot when his eyes widen and his mouth drops open. “I have an idea.”

“Shoot,” Max squints through the openings of the bleacher stairs, making sure they’re in the clear before stepping out from behind the metal beams, skateboard under her arm. Lucas lightly jogs to catch up to her stride. He’s about 4-5 inches taller than her now, but her legs are long and her stare and the rips in her clothes are intimidating. With all the extra room due to people getting out of her way, she walks faster than most people skip.

“How about a little wager,” Lucas proposes, coming to a stop a ways away from the sidelines of the football field used for practices. Its current occupants: varsity cheer. Max slows down, reflexively placing the cigarette she’d pulled from her shirt pocket behind her ear like she’d been caught. “Wanna hear it?”

“I already said shoot,” Max raises an eyebrow, but shuts her mouth and waits for Lucas to continue.

Her arms cross again, and Lucas thinks it’s almost laughable how small she looks from his perspective. Though he’d never say so, due to past threats consisting, vaguely, of ripping off certain parts of his body that he’d really rather keep.

“I bet you real money, or rides, or smokes— whatever you want, that you can’t get Jane to sleep with you by the end of next semester.” Lucas looks almost proud of himself when he steps back, glancing over his shoulder at the group of girls wielding pom-poms, seemingly flying. Seemingly touching the sun.

Max almost laughs. Her eyes bug in her head and she has to hold back a scoff no one smaller than 8 feet tall has ever dared to let slip. It would be too much, too forceful, too loud for a “lady of her size” as her stepmother puts it. Instead, she thrusts a heavy hand into the air in front of her and stands tall, holding her chin high.

“Hold on, one rule.” Lucas shakes a finger in her direction, before stiffly spinning around and circling her in the dirt. Quite dramatically. Quite like Lucas.

He seems to almost be pondering over what to make the rule himself, and Max opens her mouth to intervene when he shushes her quickly.

“You fall in love, you lose.”

It isn’t a hard rule. It shouldn’t be, but Max finds her arm growing weak and her fingers twitching to drop. It may be her brain seeing into the future, as it often does, but it also might just be her natural instinct to be wary of promises and conditions. She can never tell. She exhales, reinforcing her posture before looking Lucas in the eye.

“Not for nothing, Sinclair” She spits into her palm and offers it back out to Lucas who in turn, spits in his own palm and takes his friend’s hand roughly. A spit pact is just as unbreakable as an ink one. If not, even more. “But you’re gonna lose.”

“I guess we’ll see, but for now,” He suddenly sounds rushed, pulling Max into his side by her shoulders and twirling them both around swiftly to face the sun and, beautifully, the music. “You have a cheerleader to stalk.”

[blissedoutphil]

All The Weights In The World

I am sooo so sorry for leaving this in my inbox for so long omg july just has been and is still a v busy time for me. I hope you’re still here to read your request dear anon. Anyway once again, I cant think of a better title lol.

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2581 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan, bondage, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation and humiliation, cbt, toys, mouth fucking, handjob

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Dan’s chest was heaving. His whole body was covered in a sheen of his own sweat. All he could hear was his own heavy breathing. He didn’t bother opening his eyes; he could feel Phil’s presence, knew that Phil’s eyes were on him.

Phil patiently waited for his boyfriend to calm down. He watched as Dan fidgeted around, eyes still closed, head bowed down. His boyfriend looked so beautiful like this, naked and willingly submitting to him. Dan’s ankles were tied to a long spreader bar, and his thighs quivered with the slight strain as his legs were spread wider than shoulder length apart. His hands were cuffed to a pole behind him. Phil smirked as Dan lifted his head to rest it against the pole, mouth open as he panted. You really wanna install a stripper pole in our new apartment? he could hear Dan’s sceptical voice. It’ll be your favourite place in the apartment, Phil had promised in response.

Dan had come twice already since they started the scene less than 45 minutes ago. The first was by a vibrator up his ass, pressed right against his prostrate at maximum power. Quick, a warm-up. The second was by the same vibrator pressed against the head of his cock. Phil was relentless, not giving a break after the first orgasm. Dan had screamed in agony, and then in pleasure. The rest of his cock ached to be touched while his reddened tip tried to shy away from the vibrator. It took longer than the first round, but thankfully not long enough to earn a punishment.

Dan finally, slowly opened his eyes. He was greeted by the sight of his boyfriend staring intently at him. Phil was still fully clothed, but his erection was pressing against his jeans almost painfully. Dan swallowed as he noticed that Phil was holding a riding crop. All that before was just a warm up. Now the game really begins.

Phil brought the tip of the riding crop to Dan’s soft dick hanging limply between his spread thighs. He lifted it with the crop, and that was the first form of contact Dan’s length had with anything since they began.

“Did your clit enjoy that?” Phil’s voice was deep, and he watched as Dan’s dick twitched at his words.

Phil tapped Dan’s tip with the crop. “Pretty sure this ain’t big enough to be called a dick,” he mumbled almost too soft for Dan to hear, but Dan’s whimper assured him that his words didn’t fall on deaf ears.

“Cmon, get that little thing hard for me,” Phil muttered before walking away.

Before Dan met Phil, two orgasms were the most he could achieve in a day. But thanks to Phil, Dan could enjoy multiple orgasms now, something he didn’t think he could ever do before. It took a bit of concentration, but he filled his mind with thoughts of what Phil was possibly going to do to him. How he’s all tied up for Phil to use as he pleases. How he’s allowing and trusting Phil to hurt him, use him, provide him pleasure.

He managed to get fully hard again just as Phil returned back to stand in front of him, naked this time. Phil scoffed softly. “That the biggest it can get? A lil pathetic, don’t you think?”

Dan whined, the words and Phil’s voice sending more blood rushing to his dick. He still doesn’t understand why humiliating words about his size turns him on, but when Phil found out, he wasn’t like Dan’s ex who claimed it was weird. Instead, he immediately made use of his new knowledge to help Dan have one of the most mind-blowing orgasms Dan had ever experienced. That day, Dan realised how lucky he was to have Phil.

Phil stroked Dan’s cock gently with the riding crop. “So small...might as well call it a cunt,” Phil commented, and Dan leaked some precum. Phil chuckled, “See, it even gets wet. Like a good cunt.” He hit Dan’s length with the crop with each word of the last sentence spoken.

Dan moaned at each hit, watching helplessly as his dick turned red from the abuse. “Thank you, Sir,” he whispered, of course he remembers to be polite to his Dom.

Phil reached behind Dan and retrieved a silver ring. Dan groaned at the sight of the ball stretcher**.

“Don’t complain, you know you love this,” Phil said lightheartedly as he fixed the weight onto Dan’s balls.

Once fixed, Dan could immediately feel his balls tighten. There were two hooks at opposite sides of the stretcher and Phil gave a tug. Dan let out a high-pitched moan and Phil smirked, clearly happy with his work. He stepped back and Dan sighed, trying to relax. But how wrong Dan was to think Phil was done.

Phil got out two small ball weights, each weighing 200g. “The last time we did this, you managed 600g. Let’s see if we can raise that to 800g tonight,” Phil spoke as he twisted the weights in his fingers.

Dan gulped. The last time they did this, it became more painful than pleasurable when they tried to go heavier than 600g. But he had his safeword if it gets too much, and he trusts Phil more than he trusts himself. “Yes, Sir,” he answered.

The stretcher was already 400g, and it was already pulling on his balls. Phil was stroking his balls softly with the riding crop, and it tickled his sensitive skin there.

Phil kissed Dan sweet and slow, licking into his mouth gently. Dan sighed into the kiss. When Phil pulled away, he looked intensely into Dan’s eyes, a question silently conveyed. Are you ready?

Dan gave his best reassuring look, and with that, Phil moved to his knees. He hooked one of the weights onto the stretcher, watching it swing a little. He could hear Dan panting from where he was on his knees. Dan was very hard, erection trying to stand up against all the weight on its balls. “Aw look at your little prick trying its best,” Phil joked.

Phil stood back up and gave Dan’s cock a smack with his hand. Dan cried out at the hit and the weight swinging around, stretching his balls further.

“Like it?” Phil asked, flicking the weight when it finally stopped swinging to make it move again.

“Ah, yes sir,” Dan groaned, keeping his legs as still as possible to stop the weight from moving.

Phil began tapping Dan’s balls harshly with the riding crop, and Dan hissed in pain as the sensations were intensified by the stretcher. He felt tears leak out the corners of his eyes.

“Know what a real dick looks like?” Phil asked, smacking Dan’s dick once with the crop.

“Ah, like yours Sir,” Dan answered. Phil was easily a couple of inches bigger and longer than him.

“That’s right, and what’s this?” Phil questioned as he traced his finger feather-light on a vein on Dan’s dick.

Dan sniffed, “Just a ti- a tiny prick, Sir.”

“Yeah, maybe if we help your balls drop...” Phil trailed off. He carefully hooked the next ball weight onto the stretcher, but didn’t let go, instead cupping the ball to hold the weight in his hands first.

“...your tiny prick might grow into a real dick like mine?” Phil continued. When Dan let out a sob at the words, he let go of the weight.

Dan all but yelled. His balls were so tight and sensitive, and he felt as if his whole body was being pulled down by the weights. The weights swung slowly, and even though he was fully hard, his erection could barely touch his tummy.

Phil stood back, giving Dan space and time to adjust. Dan was shaking with the effort to keep still so the weights would stop moving, which was just counter-productive as the weights just kept swinging.

Dan was so far gone from Phil’s words that he barely felt the pain that he felt when they last tried this. All he felt was the desire to please Phil, and all his brain knew at the moment was that Phil was very hard just from watching him, so he must be pleasing Phil, and he’d carry all the weights in the world by his balls if it meant he could please Phil.

“How are you?” Phil’s voice was gentle.

“Green, Sir,” Dan answered clearly.

“Very good, Dan,” Phil praised, and Dan felt pride bloom in his chest.

Dan gasped when Phil lightly touched his sensitive balls, trailing his fingers over the skin pulled tight. Phil’s fingers trailed slowly up, and carefully wrapped around Dan’s length.

Dan sighed when he got the much needed contact, then drew in a big breath when Phil began stroking him.

“Are you a good boy, Dan?” Phil’s deep voice full of lust rang in Dan’s ears.

“Yes, Sir,” he gasped out.

“Think this small thing can please me?”

“Please, Sir it’d carry all the weights in the world to please you,” Dan couldn’t even think properly, he just spoke whatever his hazy mind came up with.

Phil actually tittered at that. His strokes gradually became faster, and Dan’s breathing got heavier.

“It’d do anything huh?”

“Anything, Sir, anything,” Dan blubbered out. He could feel his orgasm approaching as Phil’s strokes got faster, as the weights swung around his full balls.

“Well, it’d please me if it doesn’t come.” With that, Phil let go of Dan’s dick completely, leaving the weights dangling. Dan let out a frustrated whine and banged his head against the pole in defeat.

Phil bent down to release Dan’s ankles from the spreader bar, and pushed the bar aside. He then stood back up.

“Get down there and I’ll show you a real dick,” Phil demanded, and Dan fell to his knees without a second thought. The weights swung around painfully, but Dan couldn’t even register the pain when he was eye level with Phil’s big dick.

Phil tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, and Dan leaned up into the touch.

“Open up,” Phil commanded, and Dan did as he was told, looking up at Phil wide eyed.

“Good boy,” Phil praised as he slowly pushed his dick into Dan’s warm mouth.

“Very good,” Phil continued when his tip reached the back of Dan’s throat. Dan hummed in response, sending shivers down Phil’s back.

Phil only gave Dan a moment to adjust, feeling Dan’s breath out through his nose tickling his pubes. When Dan swallowed, Phil began.

He thrusted back out fully, before slamming back all the way down Dan’s throat again. His movements were ruthless, his grip on Dan’s hair tightening, his thrusts fast.

Dan barely gagged, but tears were flowing down his cheeks. He was enjoying every moment of the rough treatment he was receiving. The weights pulling on his balls only made him hornier, aching to come. But of course he was a good sub, he wasn’t going to come if that is what pleases his Master.

Dan stayed on his knees, knuckles clenched white behind the pole, looking past his tears up at his Master, allowing him to use his mouth for pleasure. Receiving pleasure from serving, no matter how roughly he was treated. Just willingly taking whatever he gets.

“That’s, what, a, real, dick, feels, like,” Phil grunted, thrusting harshly into Dan’s mouth with every word.

Dan moaned in response, and Phil groaned at the sensation. His balls smacked Dan’s chin with every thrust, and he was panting.

“Better than your pathetic excuse for a dick,” Phil continued, and Dan almost came just from that, but he concentrated on controlling himself.

“Agree?” Phil asked, and Dan moaned again.

That sent Phil over the edge. He stilled deep in Dan’s mouth and came moaning out Dan’s name. Dan swallowed all of Phil’s come like the good boy he was.

Phil pulled out gracelessly when he was done, taking a moment to admire Dan’s red lips, shiny with saliva. Dan’s mouth was still open, showing that he’d swallowed everything.

“Good boy, stand up for me.”

Dan struggled back up on his feet, would’ve stumbled forward if not for his hands tied to the pole.

“Now, does this lil fella deserve pleasure that real dicks get?” Phil grabbed Dan’s dick again, standing behind him and whispering into his ear from his back.

“Please, Sir,” was all Dan could manage to say, shivering from Phil’s breath ghosting behind his ear.

Phil started stroking Dan’s dick again. “Not until I say so.”

Dan looked down to see the weights swinging around, see Phil’s hand working over his leaking dick. He wanted to come so badly, but he concentrated on staving it off.

Phil’s hand moved slowly down to cup Dan’s tight balls. Dan whimpered when Phil squeezed them.

“So full, so beautiful,” Phil’s breath tickled Dan’s neck.

As one hand stroked Dan’s length, the other carefully took one weight off. Dan was so concentrated on not coming that he almost didn’t notice the weight being taken off.

Phil stroked Dan a little more before taking the second weight off as well. Dan was panting, his toes curling and his thighs shaking with the effort to keep him standing up straight.

Phil took his hand away from Dan’s balls, leaving the stretcher on. His strokes on Dan’s dick continued, and Dan began to beg.

“Sir please, need to come please,” he panted.

“Pretty sure that pathetic dick of yours can hang on just a while more?” Phil said, voice patronising.

“Yes, Sir,” Dan sobbed, deciding begging won’t do him any good.

As Phil’s strokes increased pace, Dan became increasingly restless. He got louder, moaning and whining and occasionally letting out little “please”s. He was trying his best not to orgasm, but it was getting harder as Phil continued.

Just as Dan thought he had no choice but to disobey Phil, he felt Phil slide the ball stretcher off of him. At the same time, he heard the words he badly needed to hear growled into his ear.

“Come, now.”

Dan came immediately, moaning high-pitched and covering Phil’s hand with his come. Phil stroked him through his whole orgasm, only letting go when Dan started whining in slight pain from overstimulation.

Phil brought his hand up to Dan’s face, and Dan eagerly licked his own cum off of Phil’s fingers. When Phil’s hand was clean, he swiftly untied Dan from the pole.

Phil held onto Dan’s shoulders, making sure he had support when untied from the pole. He flung the cuffs onto the floor and brought Dan into his arms.

Dan was feeling a little overwhelmed, always felt this way after their more intense sessions. But he felt very safe in Phil’s arms, and he meekly wrapped his arms around Phil’s waist. He rested his forehead on Phil’s shoulder, wetting Phil’s skin with his tears.

Phil stroked Dan’s hair and whispered praises into Dan’s ear. “So beautiful, you’re so perfect, Dan. You did so well, you were great.”

Dan sniffed as he heard Phil’s soft voice soothing him. “Thank you, Phil, I love you,” he whispered into Phil’s neck.

“I love you too, Dan.”

Dan felt Phil press a kiss into his hair, and his mind was floating but he thinks he heard Phil talk about drawing a bath for them. Something about cuddles later. Only one thing his mind was clear about; he truly was fortunate to have Phil.