#-damn... what did i do for them to break the m- OH its their side blog 😇

[youredreamingofroo]

ever since I found out that side blogs can't follow ppl back (aka become mutuals w ppl), I've started to double check accounts that follow me to make sure it isn't the main blog of someone I follow

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Fragile Things

ao3 For @kastleexchange Come What May Day 1, "What Could Be" The first thing they say to each other in Daredevil: Born Again. Please note i have no clue what canon is anymore, except (hopefully) in terms of characterization. She knows it can’t last, like it’s a truce the world has temporarily granted, fragile and held together by the most tenuous of things. A house of cards, really, and she eyes it warily, even as Matt’s let down his own guard now that Fisk isn’t around. No one has stepped up to the plate to organize criminal activity on the scale Fisk had managed, his empire ran haphazardly by lesser minds, as lesser threats.

So yes, Matt has let them in more, her and Foggy, now that his nightly excursions seem almost too easy. Not that they don’t leave him bruised and battered, but he seems less afraid of pulling his friends in when there’s not a criminal mastermind behind them, just poor attempts at the throne.

Still, she‘s tense that whole spring, into summer, then the fall, waiting and watching that house of cards. The Jack of Hearts looks a little bit like Foggy, who’d grown a goatee and then shaved it off in favor of just a mustache despite Karen needling him mercilessly for it.

“Karen, I’m going through my eras of TV Hunk. We’re in the Tom Selleck phase, do you know how many women swooned over his mustache? I will not be bound by societal changes.”

“Does Marci like it?”

He glances sidelong at her, pauses then lets out a defeated sigh. “Yes, or you know it would be gone in 30 seconds.”

“Ok I’ll work on her. Every time you come into the office I picture you sliding across the hood of a 70s muscle car like you’re in Magnum P.I. and I can’t take you seriously.”

“Reminds me of that time when Fr--” Foggy stops himself, but she knows.

“Yeah,” she says softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze then leave it. “Yeah it does.”

It would be a lie to say she didn’t think about Frank, but Murdock, Nelson and Page had been a good distraction this last year. Setting up the firm, finding a new office in the Kitchen, and just playing serious legal catch-up to the two avocados at law were enough to keep thoughts of him to a dull roar (she’d bought them little namesakes, glass-blown ones with painted-on sunglasses and a mustache, from a stall at one of those weekend art festivals that were always popping up around the city).

Still, at night when she tosses her keys on the side table and the lonely weight of her quiet apartment settles into her bones, she thinks of him. Of how he couldn’t look at her in that damned hospital room, eyes darting, of how he pushed her away with his own stubborn, selfish aims. Yeah. Yeah, she’ll have a lot to say to him, if she could. 

But he’s been gone this past year, or maybe just terrorizing some other part of the country’s criminal organizations. Like she’d thought earlier, New York was missing some of its seedy underbelly these days. It’s why it worked, this house of cards.

It comes crashing down that Thursday night. 

It had been a good day, Matt heading into court in the afternoon, Foggy finally breaking the industrious quiet by announcing he’s always wanted a putting green in his office. 

Somehow that has evolved into a three-hole miniature golf course where the final hole is a ramp to Foggy’s blown-up face from an old political poster with the mouth cut out. Karen’s sides hurt from laughing as the city settles into the dark of evening. 

“Wow, you really suck at this,” Foggy laughs.

“I did not know I needed to practice -” she bursts into giggles -”putting a ball - oh god - p-putting a ball into your m-mouth”.

Foggy loses it too until a text buzzes both their phones. They both sober up from the laughter, each thinking the same thought as they reach for their mobiles. Matt’s been gone too long.

Sure enough, it’s a text from him, and Karen’s heart sinks from the vagueness of it.

Won’t be able to make it out tonight. You two have fun and see you in the a.m.

She looks up to see Foggy’s expression as he studies the words on the screen like an Ancient Text, the backlight and the now dim light in the office lending him a haggard expression. It's the first time she’s seen it in a year.

“He’ll be okay, Fogs.” She isn’t sure she believes it, but she says it anyway. She doesn’t think he believes it either, but he smiles all the same. She marvels, not for the first time, at how trauma is a form of time travel. Because despite the progress of this past year, her and Foggy both remember Matt, before, and they are right back there again in an instant.

Foggy’s expression almost breaks her heart as he nods and takes an absentminded last putt, the ball rolling up the braille legal book ramp and straight into the picture’s mouth.

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Karen hasn’t changed a bit, despite all that’s happened, and she knows this is a bad idea but can’t stop herself all the same. She’d said goodbye to Foggy at the office doorway, mumbling something about cleaning up the casserole dish from one of their recent sliding scale (if you could call it that) clients. Foggy had been on the phone with Marci, but had paused - Karen’s heart aching with the kindness of him - for a moment, holding his hand over the speaker.

“You sure?” He'd mouthed before speaking in a whisper. “This isn’t about Matt, right?”

She’d shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t going to lie about that, at least. “Maybe it is, but it’s okay. I just want to have some time to think, and scrubbing cheese off this casserole dish will sadly give me time.”

He’d left then, with one worried glance backwards. She’ll have to keep an eye on her phone tonight, she’s willing to bet he’ll at least text to check in on her. 

It had been the silences from Matt that had scared them the most. She isn’t doing that to Foggy.

Still, she’s pretty sure he wouldn’t approve of her rifling through Matt’s files, her notes, and the Bulletin trying to triangulate where the hell Daredevil is off to tonight. She figures it out when she sees the line in the local crime beat from last week, from a paper she hadn’t yet let herself start reading again until now. 

Ex-FBI Officer Charged with Death of Priest, FBI Officer Escapes From Prison

She drops the paper and scrambles to her desk, pulling out the drawer that holds her purse, shaking, and grabs her gun, her breath ragged in the quiet of the office, the gun almost sucking the light out of the room, matte black. She stares at it for a moment before raising it in both hands, her feet unconsciously shifting apart to ground her. She feels the trigger under her finger, safety still on, she knows, and she presses the trigger once, twice, three times, over and over until her face crumples and she slides to the floor. 

She doesn’t give herself much time to let the pain rule her, she never does. If Bullseye is back, then that’s what Matt is looking into, and she knows he’ll need help despite not wanting it. Not to mention she has a score to settle with that psycho. Her hand shakes as she locks the office up until she stares at her fingers, willing them to calmness.

The church still looms taller than her faith, which isn’t hard to manage, she thinks wryly. The night holds an early fall chill, a breeze off the river teasing the hairs at the nape of her neck where her hair is pulled into a low ponytail. Quiet rules the street with the church lit gently by low exterior lights as she eyes the windows and tries not to think about the past. She’s almost about to give up, thinking that she’s guessed wrong, when she sees the heavy front door shift. A figure darts through, too broad-shouldered to be Matt, she thinks, then the door shuts without a noise and she’s staring into a face lit lowly for just a second before the man ducks into the shadows. 

Frank. She’s frozen there, on the sidewalk, and she knows it’s the stupidest thing for her to do so she darts off the path onto the grass that edges the church’s lot. She’s not sure if he’s seen her, and can’t spot him anymore in the darkness, and she has a moment to think - god how on earth did he just disappear like that? before he’s in front of her, finger to his lips at her impending shriek of surprise, his face familiarly blood-spattered and sporting an almost goofy grin. It doesn’t make sense, any of it, and she stares at him in confusion as he tugs her hands into his, holding her out like he wants to look at her, take stock, that grin lowering like a sail as his eyes grow more intense and how can he be so casual and what is going on and -

“Ma’am,” he says, his tone teasing. 

She relaxes, because there can’t be any danger here if he’s acting like that, but then tensing back up because honestly, what the hell? 

He must see it in her face because he rumbles an apology. ‘M’sorry. Just…seeing you like that, reminded me of…” he trails off, dropping her hands to tug at his hood in mimicry of his beggar routine. That happened forever ago, but he still remembers. So does she. “And you’re still all heart, I don’t even need to ask.” 

Something about the way he says it, almost proprietarily, pisses her off. Her eyes flash in the shadows they’ve found themselves in, pulling deeper in as a car passes and breaks the silence with loud, low bass.  “Yeah, Frank? What clued you in there?” 

She wants him to say it. Doesn’t want to have to spell it out.

His head punches back slightly, taking the blow. He changes the subject, or maybe it’s still the same one. “I came back as soon as I heard. The church’s been clean so far, surprised though. Guy like that usually wants to win where he lost.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Karen admits. “So what’s with the blood?”

He touches his face, as if reminding himself. “Research.” 

She almost laughs. 

“Where’s Red?” He rasps out.

“This was me trying to find him,” she says and watches his face soften out of the corner of her eye.

“I’m sorry, Karen.”

She waits, staring down at where the grass, wet from the day’s watering, sticks to her sneakers.

He clears his throat. “I wasn’t there for you when he came after you the first time. Fuckin' killed me to hear about it. Killed me to know you were hurt and scared and I wasn’t around to help.”

He’s not saying the right things, but they’re still good ones. She smiles a timid smile, glances up and lets him give her what he can. She’s got a year of therapy on one Frank Castle under her belt.  “It’s okay, Frank.”

She knows he wants to say more, say something about the hospital. She pulls him in for a hug, kisses his cheek in a spot bare of blood. Maybe she’s the one that isn’t ready this time. 

“It’s okay.”

She feels his lips on her neck, a brief chapped kiss, before he pulls back and stares into her eyes like he’s trying to solve her mystery.

“I just want to find Matt, Frank. Make sure he’s okay.” 

Maybe he hears it in her voice, the unspoken later, maybe he just senses the urgency.

“Alright then, let’s go.” He grabs her hand again, pulls his hood up with another. She’s so in shock that she doesn’t move until he starts tugging. He looks back at her, casually throws back, “You’re going to do it anyway. At least I can keep an eye on you this way.”

It both pisses her off and makes her smile. Her feelings are never black and white for Frank Castle, but it definitely seems like he’s accepted some things about her, at least. She squeezes his hand that dwarfs her own, callused and warm, and follows him away from the church, into the heart of the city.

[agentstovring]

Play the (Summer) Game

Title: Play the (Summer) Game

Pairing: Spencer/Tommy (Smosh)

Rating: M for Mature

Notes: I wrote this as a gift for the wonderful @blondeforyou because they've been an invaluable pillar of support as I've finally found my way back to writing.

You can also find this on Ao3

...

Spencer has no idea how long they’ve been sitting there. His phone ran out of juice at least two hours ago, so he can’t check the time, and Tommy’s phone is currently sitting in a bowl of rice back at the beach house. Between the beach and the pool, someone had to drop their phone in the water. He wonders for the umpteenth time why someone would bother building a pool for a beachfront property; but it was damn convenient for Smosh, so he can’t complain.

After all, what would Summer Games be without the bellyflop competition? It’d be pretty tough doing bellyflops into the ocean; if they hadn’t found that house, they would have had to shoot the games somewhere else, and they would have missed out on all the beach activities they added. The sandcastle competition; playing volleyball with a person-sized beach ball; the ice-cream scoop on a spoon race; he couldn’t wait to see the footage.

Also, more pertinently, if they hadn’t shot the games right by the beach, this potentially life altering moment might not have been so aesthetic.

The beach stretches out for miles on either side of the lifeguard tower, and the ocean is impossibly endless in front of them. They’re both sitting on the deck, leaning back against the pastel blue structure, squinting in the low light. The mild ocean breeze is soothing; it’s late summer in California and they’ve been filming in the scorching heat all day. Spencer inhales deeply, smelling their warm skin, a hint of sunscreen, and lukewarm hard cider from the half empty cans between them, courtesy of one of their sponsors.

As the sun is slowly setting into the water, they’re bathed in orange light, and he’s scared to look at Tommy for several reasons. One, because Tommy might simply be too beautiful in this light, and Spencer is already in too deep; and two, because neither of them has said anything in a while.

He’s building up the courage to speak as he watches a small group of sandpipers running back and forth alternately following the lapping waves and escaping them. One of them, smaller than the others, gets too brave and gives a startled jump when a splash of water grazes its tailfeathers.

“How long have you known?” Tommy asks finally, still looking straight ahead.

“That I’m bi? Or that I’m in love with you.”

Tommy sighs. He sounds tired but not upset. “I guess we’ll do them in order. When did you realize that you like guys? I’m kind of hoping it was earlier today, since you haven’t told me about it.”

“That’s-“

“That’s not fair, I know, I’m sorry.”

Spencer picks up a cider can and turns it in his hands. “I didn’t tell anyone. I thought about telling Courtney, but I didn’t know what to say. ‘I think I’m bi, help’?”

“That would be a start.”

“I wasn’t sure; and the conversation that would have to happen for me to be sure would involve telling her that I like you.”

Tommy shifts, rolling his shoulder until it gives a satisfying pop. The wooden deck is not exactly ergonomic, but something tells Spencer that the conversation will end permanently once they leave this spot. If he doesn’t get it all out now, he might never get the chance again.

“You could have just told her - or me - that you like guys,” Tommy says.

“I’m not a good liar.”

“Saying you like guys is a lie?”

“I only like you. And women.”

Tommy huffs out a laugh. “Women in general, and me. I’m gonna try real hard not to wonder what that says about me.”

“That you’re special?”

“Which brings us to the second question,” Tommy says, evading the compliment. “How long have you known that you- about me?”

“Since you and Kevin broke up and it made me really happy.”

Tommy snorts, breaking into giggles as he facepalms. “Oh my god, you suck so much..”

“It started way before then, but that’s when I realized; before that I didn’t know what I was feeling. I thought it was just.. I don’t know, confusing friend feelings. I’ve never liked a guy before, what was I supposed to think?”

Tommy looks up, frowning. “You’ve been in love before though.”

“Not like this. Never like this.”

Tommy’s face does something complicated, like he is physically unable to process just how serious Spencer is about this. Even on his best days, Tommy can be pretty insecure; when someone compliments him, his standard response is surprise or denial; an earnest declaration of love is probably breaking his brain a little.

“I’m sorry.”

Tommy frowns. “For what?”

“For not telling you sooner, or maybe for telling you at all. For feeling this way, I guess, I know I’m putting a lot on you.”

“You’re not- I mean, yes, you’re putting a lot on me, because we’re somehow finding ourselves in a situation where I have to be the responsible one. But don’t apologize for telling me, and definitely don’t be sorry for how you feel.”

The tab on the cider can finally gives in to Spencer’s continuous wiggling and pops off with a metallic ting. He put it in his pocket, setting the can aside. His brain catches up to Tommy’s words.

“What do you mean you have to be the responsible one?”

“Well, we can just rush into this; even if we weren’t coworkers, we’re friends, and that’s complicated enough.”

Spencer’s heart thumps harder in his chest and, as much as he tries to fight it, he can’t help but smile a little, soft and disbelieving. “You like me back?”

Tommy sighs, refusing to look at him. “No, no ‘back’; I like you; you think you like me. You don’t know for sure. No offense, I’m not trying to invalidate what you think you feel, but you can’t know for sure. If you’d had even one crush on a guy before-”

“Tommy.”

Tommy sighs again. This time he turns to Spencer, looking tortured. “If I believe you and we do this, and it turns out it really was confused friend feelings this whole time, where would that leave us?”

“With the same homoerotic friendship we’ve always had. Purer, if you think about it, because we’ll have explored all options and made an informed decision.”

Tommy narrows his eyes at him, smirking in mock derision. “You wanna get in my pants so bad, you’ll say anything.”

Spencer swallows. “Is it working?”

Tommy just looks at him for a moment, face unchanging. The seconds tick by. Finally, he picks up the cider cans and sets them both aside. He scoots closer until his arm brushes Spencer’s, and when he looks up their faces are inches apart.

“I need you to use your excellent communications skills,” Tommy says, voice lower now that they’re close. He leans in slowly. “I need you to tell me exactly what you feel, as you’re feeling it, so I can respond appropriately.”

Spencer leans in as well, blood rushing in his ears. “I’m taking mental notes. I’m gonna make you a.. PowerPoint presentation.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” Tommy murmurs, closing the distance between them.

Tommy’s lips are soft and Spencer almost whines as he pulls away too quickly, having barely given Spencer a taste. Tommy snickers, sensing his frustration, and leans in again, placing a light hand on Spencer’s thigh. He lets the second kiss last as long as Spencer wants, pressing his mouth firmer against his. He makes a scandalized noise when Spencer slips him the tongue but gives in all the same.

His hand feels like it’s burning through Spencer’s shorts and Spencer moans softly into the kiss when Tommy tightens the grip slightly, getting carried away. When he finally pulls back to catch his breath, he doesn’t go far. He feels as dazed as Tommy looks, and he’s not ready for this to end.

Clearing his throat, he says, “I really don’t think it’s friend feelings.”

Tommy laughs, shaking his head. “I’m starting to believe you.”

“I’m a good kisser, right?”

“Very good kisser, very convincing. There’s also that,” he adds, glancing at Spencer’s crotch where the tropical print of his shorts is slightly distorted by his obvious erection.

Spencer blushes, grateful that the sunset has turned red enough to mostly hide it. “Well, what do you want from me? I’m out here being felt up like a prom queen-”

“Good lord..”

“-and I bet you..” He falters, suddenly more nervous than he even was before he confessed. “Are you..? I mean, you liked it, right?”

Tommy’s expression turns impossibly fond at Spencer’s sudden loss of confidence, and he gently takes Spencer by the wrist, holding it loosely enough that he can pull away easily. He maintains eye contact as he guides Spencer’s hand to his crotch. Spencer’s gaze flickers down and he inhales sharply at the feeling of Tommy’s dick hard against his palm. Tommy lets go of his wrist, but he doesn’t pull his hand away; instead, he gives the hardness a slight, experimental squeeze.

“God,” Tommy sputters, pushing Spencer’s hand away even as his hips involuntarily roll to chase the touch. “Now who’s the prom queen?”

“Sorry,” Spencer chews on his lip, eyes switching back and forth between Tommy’s blown pupils and the bulge in his pants. “Can I see it?”

Tommy stares at him incredulously. “I’m genuinely afraid of what you’ll do to it, if I show you.”

“Okay, it’s not like I’d do anything weird, I just wanna see it.”

“I know you too well, you see with your hands.”

When Spencer is unable to defend himself, Tommy chuckles, leaning in to give him an appeasing kiss. “I’m not saying I don’t want to; I’m in fact showing great restraint right now.”

Spencer pouts a little. He’s too keyed up to be ashamed of his own behavior. Tommy laughs, shoving him. “Don’t pout! Do you really want your first mess-around with a guy to be here, like this?”

“On a secluded beach, in the light of a beautiful sunset? You’re right, that sounds terrible.”

Tommy laughs again and shakes his head, then turns to squints at the sunset. “It’s almost over; it’s gonna get really dark soon, and neither of us have working phones.”

“Yeah, we should probably head back,” Spencer agrees, hating the reality of it. He shoots Tommy a hopeful look. “One more for the road?”

“One more.. cock squeeze?”

“A kiss, jesus! If you wanna be a gentleman so bad, at least assume I’m gonna be a lady.”

Tommy pulls him in, clearly intent on making it count. He grazes Spencer’s bottom lip with his teeth, pulling a breathy moan from him that gives him goosebumps. He could get drunk off those moans. He thinks he might actually lose his mind when Spencer’s hand slides up his thigh, not going any further, just resting there in a clear attempt to test his resolve.

He responds by breaking the kiss and, before Spencer can protest, pressing his lips to Spencer’s neck instead. He gives it a small lick, tasting salt, and Spencer whimpers right next to his ear. He doesn’t want to leave a mark, but at the same time, he wants to eat Spencer alive. It would be so easy to push Spencer down and give him what he wants, what they both want; and he allows the thought to marinate for just a second before-

“Spencer! Tommy!” The voices are far away but coming closer with every new shout of their names. Tommy sits up straight, listening. Spencer gasps slightly at the interruption and seems disoriented, but then he hears them too.

“Tommy!” It’s Courtney.

“Spencer!” And Shayne.

Tommy groans, kissing Spencer once more, quickly. “We’ve been declared missing.”

“Damn it,” Spencer sighs, adjusting himself in his pants before getting on his feet. His lower back hurts from sitting on a hard surface for so long, and he’s secretly glad Tommy refused to take things further, lest they both suffer permanent injuries.

They quickly descend the ramp leading down into the sand, waving at their approaching friends. Courtney is jogging towards them, smiling now that she’s spotted them. Shayne trails behind, struggling to keep up. The flashlights from their phones sweep across the sand.

Tommy takes a deep breath, hoping he doesn’t look as horny and disheveled as he feels. “Here!” he calls out redundantly, reaching for Spencer once more. He squeezes his hand comfortingly and doesn’t let go as the other get closer. Spencer smiles and squeezes back. //

[tired-of-being-nice]

whumptober day 6: "it's not my blood."

i had something in the works for day 5, but it just kept getting longer and not getting finished.... alas. oh well. here's coren having a Time! and ray is there

cws: blood, injury, um. implied/discussed terrible workplace environment including hunting people for sport (kinda)

Coren is having a great day. They're on the move, adrenaline rushing through their veins, doing what they do best.

If you asked Coren, they'd say they liked both parts of their job equally, of course, and mostly they do. One half of their job is retrieving employees who get the silly idea of trying to escape the Company lodged in their heads and try to run away. This is...sometimes fun. The other half of their job is making sure employees of other companies aren't trespassing on their territory or breaking curfew, and that'spretty much always fun. There's way less yelling and crying and fighting back and looks of betrayal involved— not that Coren minds any of that, they're not going to complain, it's just– annoying? Yes. It's annoying. 

So. Yes! This is better! This is a great day! The retrievals earlier put up a bit of a fuss, but it's alright, it's dealt with, and now they get to have fun!

Coren scurries along a rooftop, scrambles down a fire escape, spots a flicker of movement and tracks it to a corner. It doesn't recognize them. Out of place, most certainly. Needs a friendly reminder. Coren smiles, and pounces.

The person screams, very gratifyingly, and presses back against a wall, which is stupid of them but helpful for Coren, who takes a step forward to ensure they have nowhere to run. "Jesus Christ, that's so much blood!" the person says, and everything is going normally until they follow it up with "Are you okay?"

This short-circuits Coren's brain a bit, until they realize that the person probably just said that to confuse them so they could get away, and then it snaps back to focus and realizes the person hasn't even tried to move away, and then they decide to stop processing any of this at all and just answer the question. "Yup!"

"Are you sure? That's– some of that's fresh, oh god..." They do look properly terrified, at least.

"It's fine!" Coren says with a light, cheerful laugh. "It's not my blood." They glance down at their shirt, which makes them so dizzy they nearly fall over. "M-most of it, anyway. I think. Ah—" Their vision goes black for a minute, but through sheer stubbornness, they remain upright.

Sheer stubbornness and, it realizes belatedly, the other person's hand on its arm. When did they get so close? 

"Hey," it says. "Let go."

The other person shrugs and does so. Coren immediately feels worse.

"Why'd you do that?" it says petulantly. "Don't you know you're supposed to be scared of me?"

"Oh, I am! I'm terrified," the other person says. "But I'm terrified all the time anyway, and also, you oweme."

Coren bares their teeth. "I don't owe anybody anything!"

"You at the very least owe me a spatula," the other person says, which throws Coren  off so much they forget about being angry entirely.

"What??"

"The spatula," the other person says. "Remember? From when M—"

There's a sharp ringing sound and a smell of iron, and Coren finds itself abruptly on the ground with a terrible headache.

Somehow, the idiot trying to talk to them still hasn't tried to run. Instead, they stand over Coren and say "Huh. Weird."

Coren glares up at them, or tries to. 

"You should leave," they manage to say. There is a lot of blood on them, come to think of it.

"Or what? You're going to bleed on me?" Ray—how did it know that?—says. "You really should check where all that's coming from."

"I'm. Fine," Coren says through gritted teeth. "I am threatening you." 

"Oh, are you?" Ray says sweetly. "Sorry. I forgot."

Coren forces itself to its feet. Hm. Ow. It may have a sprained ankle. And– it puts a hand to its side –damn it, Ray was right, it is bleeding. That's inconvenient, although it does explain the dizziness.

"For the last time," it says, taking a step closer to Ray. He takes a step back, and Coren sees a brief flash of fear in his eyes– good! Finally! "Leave. Now."

Ray stands her ground for just a few seconds longer, then says "Fine. No skin off my back what happens to you."

She turns and leaves. Coren waits until they're 100% sure she's out of sight to collapse back to the ground. Fuck. What a way to ruin a perfectly good day.

[misomewriting]

gifs and @themandaloriandaily

Blue

Rated E Contains p in v, oral (m receiving), praise kink, language, choking, creampies, multiple orgasms implied, no use of y/n Word Count: 826 Summary: Fortunately for him, you are a respectful Jedi and don’t use the Force to satisfy each others’ cravings

Side story to: Sacrifice

“You shouldn’t be so hard on him.” You say to Paz. Your back was turned as he walks to you, the same stride Ragnar uses. “He’s a child, give him some freedom.”

“Who are you to decide?” He scoffs.

Still with your back turned, you reply, “I care for him too, you know. Don’t think you and the other Mandalorians are the only ones.”

Paz eyed your lightsaber as you spoke. “What color is it?” He asks, ignoring your comment.

“Blue.” You say. You take it out of its sheathe and turn it on. It hummed as you waved it back and forth. “Like your armor.”

Paz tilts his head. “Oh?”

“Yes, and I just so happen to like that color.”

The sexual tension between you two finally broke.

Paz leans down in front of you. From his low and husky tone, you are damn sure he knows what both of you want. “What are you going to do about it, Jedi?”

You turn and look and give him a soft, yet seductive smile. “I don’t have to use the Force to tell you that I want you. And,” you add, gently brushing your lightsaber along his armor, “that you want me too.”

“Turn that damn thing off and let’s go to your ship.” He growls. Obliging to his command, both of you go to your ship and walk behind one of the wings. Once there, he roughly pushes you against it. You land gently by using the Force to cushion yourself. Paz pins you down with one hand, and with the other, runs it slowly down your jaw. He slowly parted your lips, partially lifts his helmet, and gives you a kiss. It was passionate, yet desperate, it had been ages since he kissed someone. His other hand gripped your wrists tighter, making you wince.

“Careful, Blue,” you say quietly, breaking the kiss, “be gentle.”

“Sorry,” Paz apologizes, kissing your neck, “it has been a while.” He lightly grazed his lower teeth on your sensitive skin.

You sigh in content and close your eyes.

He lets you go, puts his helmet back on, and presses his body against you. You catch your breath as you run your fingers down parts of his arm not covered by his armor. You stop in front of his bulge and gently squeeze.

“Jedi…” he moans. “More.”

Smirking, you unzip his bottoms and expose his undergarments, giving you full access to the lower half of his body. You pull them down, kneel on the ground, and take him into your mouth. He did his best to quiet his pleasured moans while holding your hair.

“Maker…that feels so fucking good.” He gave you more cock and smiled behind his helmet. “You look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth.” You hummed in reply, making him thrust faster. “Damn it! Jedi!” Without warning, he came in your mouth. He had his head up, looking at the sky as he finished. After swallowing his seed, you stand up and remove your dark robe, exposing your traditional Jedi outfit. It was bulky but small enough to show off some curves. You motion for him to follow you to the entrance of your ship. He happily does and once the hatch was open, he had you sitting on the entrance facing him.

“You know what would look better?” He asks, separating your thighs with a knee. You shook your head. “Taking these...” he mentions, taking off your outfit piece by piece, “off you so I can revel while I fuck you until you beg for me to stop.” Soon, you are fully naked in front of him. You shiver as his gloved fingers stroke your skin. “You look so soft.” He utters faintly.

“And wet.” You add, bringing him closer. You take his member in your hands and ease him into your welcoming pussy. “All for you, Mandalorian.” You breathe out. Paz held your thighs in place and thrusted.

“All...for...me.” He grunts, increasing his pace and pressure with each word.

The two of you stayed at your ship. Paz takes deep breaths as you ride him. He felt glued to the sand as both of you, in sync, thrusted in and out of each other. You were riding him, and moaning in pleasure as he squeezed your breasts. While supporting yourself with your left hand on his armored chest, with your right you fondle his balls.

In turn, Paz moans loudly and sits up. Pinning you on your robe, he grabs your throat and presses, making you open your mouth. He drained his cum in you. He wanted every last drop of it to be inside just you. “Only for you.” He moaned, “I'm only for you.” Paz briefly pauses. “All of this, all of you,” he gestures, rubbing his dick over your lips. He moved it down from your chin to your pussy. “Is only for me.”

“This is the Way,” you smile.

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees Sooo, you had no specific prompts for me, which opened the floor for me to write something -- weird. Something that combined a couple of things I know you're interested in, because I've seen them on your tumblr. Something that, specifically, crossed over your new obsession with the Saw movies...with a certain British gameshow hosted by Greg Davies that I myself rather like. I actually came up with this idea a little while back and meant to message you about it, but forgot -- and I'm kind of glad I did, because that allowed me to write this ridiculous thing as a surprise. XD Hope you find it funny!

Tasksaw

“Well – we’re in a bit of a pickle, aren’t we?”

“I’d say it’s more than just a pickle,” Josh snapped back, tugging on the chain attaching his leg to the wall to test its strength. Depressingly, it seemed to be pretty damn well bolted in there. “Or do you get drugged and wake up in moldy old bathrooms with your leg manacled to the nearest wall often?”

“I can’t say I have,” the other fellow – who’d introduced himself as James – admitted, giving his leg a cursory kick. The chain attached to it rattled, snaking across the filthy floor. “Though I have been in my fair share of shitty bathrooms before.”

Josh squinted at him. “Was that an intentional pun, or. . . ?”

James just gave him a smirk – which was quickly replaced by a frown as he looked around the room again. “It is a very odd place, though. You have any idea why we’re here?”

“Not a bloody clue, mate,” Josh said, letting his chain slip from his hands. “I mean, obviously we pissed off somebody, but I don’t know who or why.”

“Yeah, me either. The guys in Pindrop weren’t that upset about us breaking up,” James muttered, scratching his head. “Which was actually a bit insulting, if you think about it – oh! Hang on!” He snapped his fingers, pointing frantically at Josh. “We need to check that our kidneys haven’t been stolen!”

“Our – our kidneys?” Josh repeated, baffled.

“Yeah! That’s the main reason people get kidnapped, isn’t it?” James said, rolling up the side of his shirt to stare at his abdomen. “To get their organs harvested? And I rather appreciate having my kidneys inside my body!”

“You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theory sites,” Josh said – though he did slip a hand under his shirt, just to feel for any new scars. “Besides, I think we should have woken up in a bathtub full of ice if that was the case.”

“Nobody said our kidnappers had to be good at harvesting organs.”

“Excuse me!”

Both men looked up as the door on the far wall, just out of reach of their chains, opened, admitting a rather awkward-looking man with a scruffy beard and gapped teeth, dressed in a smart black suit and carrying an iPad. “Hello,” he greeted them, with a smile that didn’t seem entirely natural. “Would you like to play a game?”

Josh stared for a moment, trying and failing to come up with an appropriate way to respond to this. “Um. . .”

“What game?” James said, rolling his shirt back down and giving the newcomer a suspicious look. “Who are you?”

“Right, right, let me just. . .”

The man did something on his iPad, then held it up, displaying an image of a rather portly and extremely tall late-middle-aged man in glasses, sat upon an ornate golden throne. “GREETINGS, PEONS!” a powerful voice rang out from the tinny speakers. “Allow me to introduce myself – I am THE TASKMASTER! Your one true love, your reason for getting up in the morning, your NEW GOD AND MASTER! Over the next few days, I shall set you a series of tasks, overseen by my admin and general puppet-man Little Alex Horne! I shall score these tasks according to my whims, and at the end of our time together, whoever scores the most points wins the most valuable prize of all – THEIR LIFE! The loser will be killed in an appropriately ironic fashion. So play well, and amuse me. Puppet-man, I leave things in your hands. DON’T SCREW THIS UP!”

The recording ended in a burst of simulated static. The man – Alex – immediately pulled a piece of paper, folded and sealed with a red wax bearing a “TM” logo, out of his jacket and delivered it to Josh. “If you could just read that aloud, please?”

Completely and utterly baffled, Josh broke the seal and unfolded the paper. “‘Clean your half of this bathroom,” he read out. “‘Cleanest bathroom half wins. You have one hour. Your time starts now.’” He blinked, then looked up at Alex. “Clean – what? How?”

“All the information’s on the task,” Alex replied calmly, starting up a timer on his iPad.

Josh facepalmed into the paper. “Seriously? You’re going to be like this?”

“Well well well – looks like we’re going head to head on this one, Josh!” James said, with perhaps more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. “And I plan to win – puppet-man! Get me a cabbage and a red dress.”

[royalelusts]

i love the teenage m! reader hcs you wrote for obey me! could you write some hcs with the same prompt but different characters? have a nice day!!

im glad you enjoyed reading them! i had fun writing it! i hope you enjoy this one too.

✰ mammon

⚬ When i tell you he was annoyed

⚬ Not only does he have to watch the exchange student

⚬ The exchange student is a random teenage boy

⚬ Not to mention a human

⚬ What was lucifer thinking??

⚬ But his annoyance didn’t last long

⚬ This brought opportunity!

⚬ He could plan out so many schemes using you

⚬…was his first initial thought process

⚬ How was he supposed to know you were going to get this close to his heart?!

⚬ Oh well now you have big brother mammon in your life

⚬ He definitely still pulls you into his schemes

⚬ Well he tries to

⚬ He’ll come up to you all excited telling you his next plan

⚬ Only for you to look him dead in his face and say “that is the stupidest shit i've heard all day”

⚬ >:/

⚬ Well damn you couldve just said you didnt like it and kept it moving

⚬ But it does pull him out of a lot of dumb things so its technically a win

⚬ Oh do you remember that one devilgram story where mammon left for a while?

⚬ When he came back to see how concerned you were he lowkey felt bad

⚬ Like wow i really left my partner in crime

⚬ He is your number one supporter

⚬ You got a 54 on a test?

⚬ Hell yeah lets go celebrate

⚬ He’s like one of those moms who complain about you telling him about a project at the last minute but then breaks their back to help you finish it

⚬ When you came back to the house of lamentation after chapter 16 he was the first one you talked to

⚬ More like clung to but whatever

⚬ Tbh he was the one that convinced you to come back

⚬ “Even if you’re obnoxious sometimes you’re my responsibility. I got you.”

✰ leviathan

⚬ To be honest when you first met leviathan you were kinda excited

⚬ One of the pins on his shirt (vest? jacket?? cloak???) was from an anime you liked

⚬ It was just a bit of normalcy considering the whole situation

⚬ Then he called you a normie…

⚬ YOU GAVE HIM THE MEANEST SIDE EYE

⚬ “At least im not a shut in”

⚬ …

⚬ that lowkey hurt his feelings :/

⚬ There was so much tension between both of you

⚬ It was unbearable for everyone

⚬ This also made it difficult when you needed to borrow his vinyl

⚬ And when he wouldnt let you in his room?

⚬ You did the most logical thing in the world obviously

⚬ “It doesn’t matter. TSL sucks anyway.”

⚬ WHEN I TELL YOU THE DOOR FLEW OPEN

⚬ Mammon had to drag you away before things got too heated

⚬ After the whole tsl fiasco the tension dialed down

⚬ The hatred turned into competitive energy :D

⚬ By default you are now Henry

⚬ Sorry there isn’t any room for arguments

⚬ Levi now indulges in all of your interest

⚬ You even got him interested in some of them

⚬ he keeps a lookout for exclusive items to get you

⚬ Why shouldnt you have the best items???

⚬ Late night binges and game nights!!!

⚬ Lucifer has scold you many times about staying up for diavolo knows how long

⚬ But why would you listen to an old man like him anyway?

⚬ You had mentioned that you’ve never been to a convention before and levi was appalled

⚬ He now takes you to all of them with full cosplay if you want

⚬ Lets just say everyone wants to be you two

⚬ Moral of the story y’all are besties now

✰ belphegor

⚬ “You’re bullshitting me right? I risked my life to get that stupid vinyl from Levi to get up here only to find some random guy locked away?”

⚬ …huh

⚬ The person that’s going to let him out was a human?

⚬ Not to mention a teenage boy at that

⚬ Well we cant be picky

⚬ Assumed you were gonna be easy to manipulate

⚬ …key word assumed

⚬ WHY WERE YOU SO STUBBORN??

⚬ “Even if you are a human you’re locked up for a reason right?”

⚬ No matter how much he tried he couldn’t convince you to help him

⚬ Wanted to slam his head into the wall with the headache you were giving him

⚬ Somehow you left agreeing to get the rest of the pacts

⚬ (you vaguely remembered seeing a picture of him and beel happy together so you caved)

⚬ Throughout the process though you would manage to slip past lucifer to visit the attic

⚬ You would tell belphie about the crazy adventures you’ve been through since arriving

⚬ As obnoxious as you were he did find the stories of his twin enduring

⚬ Anyway to the attic events

⚬ “See i knew there was reason your ass was locked up”

⚬ When he went in for the “hug” you socked him straight in his jaw and booked it down the stairs

⚬ *cue cat and mouse chase music*

⚬ After that things were….mhm

⚬ You refused to stay at the hall of lamentation for a while

⚬ Even when you were convinced to come back you were obviously tense around them

⚬ The first time you spoke to belphegor again was when he caught you late at night in the kitchen

⚬ He apologized but didnt blame you if you didnt want to be around them

⚬ “Its not everyday i get strangled by a guy i saved”

⚬ You both chuckled

⚬ Building trust was an extremely long process and you made belphegor work for it

⚬ Oh but when things do get better though??

⚬ MENACES I TELL YOU

⚬ Y’all can shit talk everyone for hours

⚬ Its how you two bond <3

⚬ You thought the dissing was limited to the privacy of your rooms?

⚬ You my little friend are sadly mistaken

⚬ There are codenames for people if you’re talking in public

⚬ No one is safe

⚬ Oh and if said person/demon/angel does something around you two?

⚬ Sending a single look across the room will say everything you need to

⚬ You’re now an honorary member of the anti-lucifer league

⚬ You found out that belphegor has the comfiest bed out of everyone

⚬ So now that’s where you take majority of your naps

⚬ Though if you lay down before him he will not hesitate to fall on top of you

⚬ No use complaining young human

⚬ This is your fate now

[ducknotinarow]

[2k3]

Casey is just going to, casually, curl an arm around Raph's hip, and give a tug. Their grip was strong enough to get the Terrapin to move an inch, Casey trying to encourage Raphael onto his lap, but not so strong they couldn't easily break away if they weren't comfortable with the idea. The blush on Casey's face was burning as he did this though, blue hues flickering between Raph and his lap as he gave another tug. He knows he needs to be direct with Raphael, but he's hoping the bonehead has enough sense to clock onto what he's trying to get them to do right now.

| Muse interaction

Raphael dose smirks just faintly to himself as he gazes over to the side watching Casey little move. The whole cliched as hell gesture of the fake stretch out of his arm before he moved to let said arm rest over the back of the couch oh but oops its on your shoulders instead. Dork. Is all the turtle can think but he doesn't mind it one bit he won't say it but it's cute. So he reciprocates by moving in just a little closer, letting his thigh press in against Casey's own. A way to sort of flirt back with the idiot. But Casey didn't seem to just stop there once Raph was closer he could feel Casey's arm move down so it would curl around his hip. Leaving their arm free to drag over Raphael's scales, if he could Raph knew the small touch would leave him with goosebumps. Which slightly annoys him how one little move could work on him as Casey tugs him in. No resistance on the turtles end as he finds him self in the strong embrace of Casey's hold. Not quite catching what they were up to he simply sticks to being brought in closer to them.

Casey was pretty physically affectionate after all laying an arm over Raph or play wrestling with him. So, sure Raph sort of just assumed that was just more of what was going on here. Way all to aware of how Casey's hand rested on his hip right now, did make a shiver work down his spine, the spot burned. Trying to just keep focused on the TV but he honestly couldn't care for whatever they were watching anymore. Or pretend he even knew. Before Raph can really think on how to reciprocate he feels another tug, he's nearly glued to Casey side right now. Sure he liked, okay more than liked being right up against the guy but still.

"Case what are ya doin' I can' get any closer to youes 'han ya got me!" Raphael turns to look at them now, Raphael was not much for subtle despite the whole ninja training under his belt. Always more a direct approach guy. As slightly snaps at Casey. "Jeez ya pull me over any more and 'm basically be right on top of- oh."

Slowly pieces came together as he noticed the blush tinting Casey's tanned skin. How their blue eyes flicker slightly towards their own lap and then returned their gaze back to the turtle himself. They didn't offer any verbal response just another tug. Now Raphael seems to follow that was exactly what Casey wanted. "bonehead"

Is all the turtle grumbles before looking down to Casey's lap not fully sure how he wanted him to sit, Raph did move once he had it all figured out. Swinging his leg over and following the motion as he set his hand on to Casey's shoulder. Straddling their lap as he find his new seat on Casey's legs. The perfect little perch to call his throne as he settles in getting comfortable. Eyeing the way Casey smirks his way once having Raph in his lap. Raph's not sure if its because he got his way or because Raph didn't exactly show any resistance to the idea. near about jumping at the chance. Feeling Casey's hands rest on to his hips. Eyeing how they still were sporting that blush to their face. Raphael moves to brush Casey's hair back, letting his fingers push deep blue strands of hair past Casey's ears. As he let his hands cup the sides of Casey's face in his hands. Just soaking in Casey's looks. That damn smirk, those deep blue ocean eyes before he knocked their foreheads together. His affections were rare but didn't mean he didn't like showing it to Casey, as he stoles a short lived kiss from Casey's lips. Loving how soft they were.

"Idiot" he says it softly in his husky tone, its not said but it's in his tone, a claim that Casey was his idiot. It's still cute though Casey feeling a need to play at little games to flirt and get his turtle closer to him. Not that Raphael fully understood why they wanted him in his lap. Did he mind it? Not really. Kind of liked it. How close it let him be to Casey, plastron against their shapely chest. Getting to soak in Casey's warmth from where he sat. Raphael shift to get more comfortable in his position as he focused on Casey's lips. Snout brushing against Casey's nose, as he leaned in again beak meeting Casey's mouth. Once more all the turtle can think is just how soft Casey's lips were, how tasteful and addictive it was making him lean in to them as he let himself get lost to the feeling he had so many times.

Rapahel focused on the pair of lips pressed to his beak as he can feel Casey's fingers dig into the flesh of his hips. A small blow of air escapes his mouth a content sigh break between them. Trying to keep back that damn sound he feels Casey's trying to work out of him with the motion right now, but there's a faint bubble in the back of his throat. As he can feel Casey squeeze at his thigh, Raphael moved a hand back to cradled the back of Casey's hair. Letting fingers dig into the soft hair letting them comb through them. He can feel something wet swipe over his beak, and he parts his mouth the second his mind can clock in on it being Casey's tongue. Nibble against Casey's bottom lip, always mindful not to bite down too hard but making use of the sharp edges his teeth had. He can feel Casey start to pull back, but the red banded turtle had only a slight taste and clearly was already starting to crave more. Lunging forward as he slammed their mouths together. Letting teeth class a moment. Suddenly needy as he found Casey's tongue. And their little battle picked up. No different than when Casey would suddenly tackle him to start up a game of play wrestling they left them nothing but a tangle mess of limbs. Grabbing at any part of the other, rolling over the floor. As bodies pressed in against one another. Raph finds himself pressing down against Casey as his mind slowly fogs over with the image playing in his head. Hand moving to drop and find home on Casey's biceps.

Feeling over the tone muscles as he let his thumbs work small circles to dig in to Casey's flesh. Engaging in a battle of dominance as Raphael pushing past Casey's teeth, melting in against them he can't help but let the pleasant churr purr out against Casey as he grounds his hips down against Casey's pelvis. Just eating and feeding into the whole moment he easily loses himself in the heat of it all that he nearly misses the feeling of Casey breaking their kiss. Mouths parted enough to breath between them, Raph can feel how Casey's deep husky voice comes across his beak as they seem unable to help themself. He can hear the smirk tugging at the corner of Casey mouth calling him princess just now. Soon Raph's hold changes from a clear desperate desire for them to gripping at the collar of their red tank. Pressing his face against Casey's those churrs turning into low growls.

"I may be in ya lap but don' 'hink I won't kick ya fine ass!" They both know know Raphael was nothing but all bark likely why Casey only smiles at him the damn fuck smirk still on their face. It clearly from the color now painting Raph's face, he doesn't fully hate that little nickname. But he dose feel called out when ever Casey uses it. So easily worked into their lap, and how suddenly the turtles sought out Casey's touch and more from the simple closeness it brought them. Raph can't deny the need he fall into even from turtle habits getting the better of him. Casey calls him out again with a simple 'sure princess' and it only makes the red in Raph's face grow hotter.

Raphael make another shift spreading out on legs as he sets his knee on to Casey's legs now, pushing between them so they spared out across the cushions. Grip on the red fabric between his hands only grows tighter. He fucking hates that nickname. Ignoring the fact that isn't true in the slightest or he would have told Casey that. Calling him princess was like pointing out just how easy Raphael was to roll over and let them have him. There's really nothing wrong with it but when you pride is as huge as Raphael's? it a sure fire way to go and rile up the guy. And Casey just seems to eat up the fact one word alone seemed to work up the turtle. How Raphael felt his next action would somehow change their turn or mind on this, could only be blamed on the clearly growing tightens in his shell. As he slips his knees in closer letting it rub in against the crotch of Casey's joggers. The thinner fabric made it so much easier to feel the outline of their dick. Earning a deep moan from Casey.

"Say it again I dear youes." Raphael threatens letitng his breath beat against Casey's mouth, what exactly was the threat here? Cause the singles couldn't be blamed for getting a slight mixed. As Raphael worked his knee against Casey's crotch. Sure if he wanted her could go for the dirty tactic and knees Casey in the ever so sensitive area. But Raphael may play dirty at times he wouldn't do that if hes clearly trying to work up Casey with the motion and touch. All he's getting is that damn knowing smug smirk from his boyfriend. Only Casey seemed able to rile him up in such a way and Raphael swears they get off to it. "I fuckin' hate you." He says they both know that's a lie. "I ain't a fuckin' princess dickweed." Is all he goes to add before beak in planted firmly against Casey's mouth once again.

Casey took the turtle in to his arms. Making it easier for them so they didn't have to lean forward so much to meet their kiss. Raph letting go of Casey shirt, unsatisfied till they were close together once again. Plastron glued to Casey's wide broad chest. Not a single protest between them when thier bodies came closer. The faint sensation of Casey's hands working over his shell gives Raphael dull satisfaction. Despite how it may seem he could feel how Casey's touch trailed over ever groove of it.

This is why he hated that damn nickname. It gave Casey something over him, how much it just shows how he needs and wants them that he allows it. Smug bastard seemed aware of it too. Raphael is pleased at least when they both break from the kiss at the same time. Forehead resting against the others as thar slowly catch thier breath. Raphael can feel his body humming from it alone. Letting his head fall into the crook of his neck when he caughtes sight of that damn look. Letting teeth sink into Casey's skin. A faint warning to his bite as he pulled back and planted a kiss to the skin. Now sporting Raphael’s marking. Before he continues mapping out his kisses along thier skin. Raphael had clearly been hitting his limit, he could drop at any second here. But fuck if he was giving Casey that satisfaction.

Even with his lust boiling in the moment. Soaking up every touch from Casey, even ifnit came with the simply taunt. He pressed his knee in further against Casey's confined cock moving to straddle on of thier thighs to ground himself slightly. He wants Casey to break first tell him he wants him. Then he'll let Casey have him he decides. Eger mouth pressed against Casey's neck. Follow bites far more gentle nibbles, love bites to decorate Casey with. As he gently nibbled against their Adam's apple. Letting his tounge slip out and drag across the smooth skin. Bathing Casey in his hit heated breath. Every inch wanted Casey so bad in the moment, but his pride was winning here. A rough lick given as Raph let his hands work between their bodies. Hiking Casey shirt up. He knew thier weak spot as he let hands trail up to chest. The well defined muscle just begging to be felt over. As Raph wasn't shy to take a good handful of Casey's firm developed pecs into his hands. Thumbs feeling over nipples in small gentle circles.

Raph dose soak up the sound of Casey's moans vibrating out from thier vocal chords. Is it possible to have a kink for that? Or was it lole a voice kink? Either way he dose softly churr over the sound and feeling. Needing more and he gentle drags his teeth over that spot thar got it out of Casey. Fuck he loved that reaction so much.

Just keep making that noise, Raphael thinks to himself. As he contuies to bite and lick over thier neck. Tail easily waging behind him. Just contuing like this till hear hears the faints hint of a want from Casey. Any tempting to bule ball casey is in the futherest corner of him mind right now at least. Due to the unbearably tighten in his shell Casey was safe from Raphael being thar much of bastard right now. Suddenly he gets what he wants and pulls away from Casey neck loving the blush on there face, lifting a hand to cup thier face as his thumb stroke over the bright red coloring. Once again leaning it to tap his forhead to Casey's. Chuuring against thier mouth as he just keeps close to them for a moment. "Idiot."

[thebluestbluewords]

tumblr can have a little VK banter. As a treat.

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“It doesn’t matter what we did,” Jay points out, stepping up to your left hand side. “We won’t be getting anyone else out unless we have an Auradon to bring them out to.” 

“Jay’s right. We need to focus on saving what we can, not fighting about what we already did.” Evie agrees, moving up to your right side. Four hearts as one, baby. You’re still a united front against the pirates, Gil and his charming flattery be damned. “We’ll stick together until Auradon is safe again, and then we’ll get more kids out.” 

“Kids,” Uma scoffs. “Not us. Not Harriet. Hadie. Diego. Anyone old enough to be useful.” 

“Look–” 

Behind her, one of the knights twitches on his raised platform. 

Shit. 

“RUN!” 

Uma whirls around at the sound of the knight lifting his morningstar. “SHIT.” 

You grab her arm. “We can fight later, run now!” 

She rips her arm out of your grasp. “HARRY. SMASH HIM.” 

Harry Hook swings his sword into the knight’s head, and is met with a puff of brilliant pink smoke. 

The knight turns towards him. Its arm looks rusty. This section of the castle is mostly classrooms, and if you’re remembering correctly, Evie’s chemistry class sets off the fire alarm at least once a week, which means plenty of opportunities for water damage, which means behind that rust is probably, if you’re lucky, which you never are, some actual vulnerability. 

“His arm!” Evie shouts. “Hit his arm! He’s one of the oldest knights, you can break his arm off if you hit the rusty patch!” 

“WHAT DO YE THINK I”M DOING???” Harry screams back. “HAVING A FUCKIN’ PICNIC WITH IT??” 

“GIL.” 

Gil’s shiny blond head pops up on Harry’s other side, too far away from the knight to do any damage. “Uma?” 

“Gil, kill it.” Uma commands. “Don’t let it smash Harry’s head in.” 

“OH THANK YE MUCH.” 

my brain is going brrrrr about my overly ambitious choose your own adventure fic again.

I’m maybe having too much fun writing about Gil.

[ughsimpp]

Good Morning

Words // 1.3k

Genre // smut & slight fluff at the end?

Paring // softdom! yunho x f!reader

Disclaimer ⚠️ // fingingering,dirtytalk,morning sex, needy, cremepie, f&m!receiving, unprotected sex.....i honestly have no idea what’s else to put 🙃

[DO NOT REPOST]

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just a quick imagine bc i’m taking a break from my other stories that i’m currently writing 😂 & ITS YUNHO’S BIRTHDAY SO YOU KNOW I HAVE TO POST SOMETHING <3

you never thought you would be in this type of situation but here you are, horny. you woke up with the a sensation that you knew it wouldn’t be easy to take care of. it was 5 a.m and you didn’t want to wake up Yunho just for a quick fuck.

Yunho came home late due to his job, trying to perfect the dance choreo and you didn’t want to disturb him. you slowly got out of his grasp so you can at least try to get off with out him noticing, or waking up.

you slipped your hands down your shorts, touching yourself. you quickly quiet your moans that you accidentally released, hoping that he dose the wake up. your fingers did it’s best but you wanted something bigger, something that will fill you up.

you began thinking about those nights where Yunho would pleasure your for hours and hours. His fingers inside as his mouth teased your clit, making you feel amazing just at his touch. His dick on the other hand? unforgettable. The way he filled you up better than his fingers and yours combined.

imagining those things made you a little bit closer to your high. you moved away from him as you covered your mouth, not letting a single sound escape.

as your almost came, you suddenly felt your hand get pulled back. you looked to your side and saw Yunho awake, looking at you with his deep and lustful eyes. your eyes widen as you realized that you were caught masturbating, and Yunho was slightly upset that he wasn't the one touching you. he hovered over you and smirked.

“what are you doing baby? having fun without me?”

his morning voice was low and raspy. he pinned your arms down slightly above your head.

“you came home late last night so I didn’t want to bother you...”

“oh? and what made you think that even if I came home late, i wouldn’t want to please you mhm?”

“I’m sorry...I- I just wanted you to rest more...”

you looked at him, begging with your eyes to let go so you can at least finish getting off. you squirm beneath him, rubbing your thighs together to at least get some friction.

you felt his hand stick in between your legs as he parted them away from each other. one glance at your lower half, he was ready to make you feel good. there was a wet spot on your shorts, he took his time to guide in fingers down your stomach and stopped near your heat. he gently began rubbing your heat as you softly moaned out at his touch. the only thing that was in the way was your shorts from him actually touching you.

“Yunho please....”

you didn’t even need to say much, he quickly removed your shorts as your dripping wet heat was showing. Yunho smiled as he threw your shorts somewhere around the room and had his head in between your legs. he played with your wet slit before actually thrusting in a finger.

“damn...you should have woken me up earlier, i could have made a bigger mess down here for you.”

he left kisses on your inner thigh as you felt his hot breath. he looked up at you and began eating you out. you gasped at the touch of his tongue exploring your folds. your hands roamed through his already messy hair as the feeling of him pleasuring you filled throughout your body.

your moans grew loader as you reached near your high again. Yunho knew you were close too, the way your hands began getting more aggressive with his hair and how your legs couldn’t stay open. a few more licks, your orgasm over powered your body. your moans filled the room as Yunho sat up and looked at you. he grinned and hovered over you, giving you a kiss.

you finally came back to your senses and looked at him. you smiled pulled him in for another kiss again. he was about to get off the bed and head to the bathroom until you pulled him back down.

“oh? what’s wrong baby?”

he looked at you and kissed your forehead, wondering if something was wrong.

“you’re hard...”

Yunho smiled and blushed away as he figured out that you noticed him covering it up when you mentioned it.

“sorry...it will go away soon so don’t worry-.”

Yunho groans out as you palmed his cock. you pushed him down fully and pulled down his shorts. he was hard alright, and he was just gonna take care of it himself in the bathroom? no way you were gonna let that happen.

“y/n...baby you don’t have to-ah fuck...”

you took him inside your mouth and began doing your magic on him. your tongue ran down on his shaft as you tried to fit all of him inside your mouth. Yunho groan out as he felt your tongue move around everywhere on his cock, especially his tip.

“fuck...you sure know how to take my cock...”

you made eye contact with him as you stopped and sat up. crawling on top of him, you kissing his neck and began to line up his cock with your slit. you slowly slid down on his cock, releasing a loud moan as you felt him fill you up.

“oh god...Yunho...so bi-big...”

"you can take it baby, I know you can."

giving yourself a few seconds to adjust, you slowly moved on his dick as it touched your g-spot over and over. Yunho placed his hands on your hips to guide you. the view of you riding him this early in the morning was like a dream. the way you squirm as his cock filled you nicely. you removed the shirt you wore as Yunho groped on your breast.

a minute later, Yunho suddenly switched positions as this time he was on top. he left kisses on you chest and neck as he lined up with your heat. his hard thrust caused you to gasp at how fast he slid in. thrusting at hard but slow speed, caused you to grab onto to bedsheets and pillows. his hands were holding down your hips as he was able to hit a deeper spot.

Yunho bend down to leave light marks on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, leaving your own marks on his back.

“no matter how many times we fuck, your pussy is still so tight for me.”

he flashed a smile before speeding up his pace. both your moans filled the room, hoping that the neighbors wouldn’t get mad this early in the morning but at this point you didn’t care. your hands roamed down your body as you felt his hand touch yours, guiding you down to you bellybutton. he slightly pressed down your stomach as you can feel where his dick was.

you reached out to him for a kiss. kisses with Yunho felt like a dream, the way your lips match in perfectly with his and how he would palm your left cheek during a kiss whether it’s a just a small kiss or a passionate full makeout. he pulled away from the kiss, looking at you with those eyes. scanning your body as your expressions changed at every thrust he gave.

"Yun..Yunho please..."

"please what? say it out loud for me."

"fuck me..fuck me faster."

just like that, Yunho's pace grew faster causing both of you to reach closer to your high.

"fuCk!! Yunho i'm close!!"

"me too baby."

his voice became deeper as he felt your core tighten around him more. his thrust became sloppy.

"Yuyu...I want your cum inside me."

"oh yea?...let's cum together.”

you nodded in response and a few seconds later you both came. both of your moans filled the room, mixing both of your cum together as Yunho gave you a few last thrust. he pulled out as some of his cum leaked out. he gave you a sweet smile after kissing you passionately.

you looked up at him and laughed at how wrecked he looked after coming. he laid by your side and brushed away the strain of hair on your face.

"I didn't say this earlier because we were kinda busy but, good morning."

you giggled at how cute he was after what just happened,

"mhm, good morning."

[usagis-tsukinos]

Tag, You're It

Read, Comment, or Kudo on Ao3!

Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader

Rating: M/18+

Warnings: Hide and Seek, Begging, Dom Lucifer, Dom/Sub, Lucifer is like the Big Bad Wolf, Chasing, Closet Sex, Lucifer Calls Himself Daddy, Light Daddy Kink, Grace Play

Words: 2,782

Lucifer wants to play a game.

“You’re so small, you know that?” He mused softly as she sat at the table in the library. “It’s amazing how many monsters you’ve killed, I would never have guessed you’d be so feisty.” Her head perched up from the book she was reading, top teeth chewing on her lower lip as she attempted to create a coherent reply.

“Are you trying to insult me?” She asked, the pencil almost snapping in half with the pressure she placed on it to keep control.

Lucifer stopped his pacing around the table to grab a chair and sit in it backwards.

“You think I’m insulting you?” His eyes almost flashed at the mere idea of offending her. Yes, he’d tease but he’d never outright insult unless provoked. Her response was an eye roll. She’d been babysitting the actual Devil for four days now and it just keeps getting worse. Anytime she’d make food he’d move it, completely change it to something she hated; he’d hide her clothes or change the size so they were too small; just this morning he hid all the towels as she got out the shower, including her robe so she had to hide in the bathroom and yell for him to cut the crap and give her stuff back so she could start her day, damn it.

Eventually he conceded, on the condition she stop watching him like a hawk. She refused, of course. But now, in the almost silent library with the only sound being her handwriting on paper, the air felt thick.

Almost suffocating.

“You seem tense,” he stated.

“And you seem annoying.” Was her quick reply.

Lucifer gave a small chuckle at that, she was so fun to poke and prod at. He was almost tempted to use his grace on her, just to tease her and gage her reaction. Standing to his full height, he walked behind her, placing his arms on both her sides. He could hear her heartbeat fastening and could sense her body heating up at the mere closeness. Lifting a hand, he slowly maneuvered it up her right arm before find its way into her hair.

She did her best to not give him a reaction, trying so hard to focus on her research as his dull nails gently scratched her scalp. Slowly his left hand reached up to the side of her neck, gently cupping her throat as he leaned down to sniff her hair, noticing the way her breathing hitched and pulse raced, her eyelids fluttering.

He moaned softly as he inhaled her shampoo, moving towards her ear.

“I can’t wait to break you.”

Lucifer’s forked tongue gently licked the shell, his grip tightening on her throat before he turned her around and once again stood at full height. He gave a smirk, “Tell me,” his hands went back to his pockets before he crouched to his knees in front of her, “what exactly would a girl like you be into?”

Her head was swimming in subspace already, as much as she tried to fight it. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair as she tried to remain calm. “I don’t need to tell you that,” she spat. She shook her head softly, trying to keep her thoughts as clean a slate as possible if he was gonna try digging for fun.

All he could do was smile at her resilience, this made it so much more fun; watching her fight her desire as he broke down each one of her defenses with just the smallest push. His large hands went to her knees, and as much as she tried to keep her legs closed he had no problem ripping them open so he could see up her skirt. “Oh, you poor little thing,” he mocked, placing his head between her legs before she could even try to push him away, his teeth gently pressing on her clothed clit.

Her gasp and grasp on his hair merely stirred him on as she tried to pull him away, tried to move as his hands once again found themselves holding her in place.

“Lucifer, please, don—“ a hum caused her to squeal as she continued to try and fight him, her face stained in blush and her pussy so wet she was embarrassed by just how aroused she was. He was barely even doing anything, licking around her clothed clit gently as he placed open mouth kisses against her wetness and licking the wet spot forming.

“You’re such a bad little girl,” he murmured. “Whatever shall I do with you?” Tears formed at the corner of her eyes as he tortured her swollen clit with gentle caresses. Before she could even process she found herself straddling his face with his hands wrapped around her wrists so she couldn’t move. Against her will she found herself grinding against his tongue and teeth, desperately attempting to find her high as he growled against her, tightening his grip on her small wrists as she’d fight him trying so hard to break free.

“Oh, that’s right, little one,” he could be heard from under her skirt from where he laid on the library floor. “Cum on daddy’s face, come on.” He continued to work at her, her moans echoing throughout he sucked harshly on her clit. Lucifer’s hands wrapped themselves against her thighs so that normally, a human would be gasping for air but this was an angel— the Devil— and he was gonna make her cum no matter what.

“Lucifer, please-“

“Oh, I love hearing you beg.”

“I’m gonna cum, I can’t take it, it’s too much—“

“Too bad.”

And with that he firmly ground her pussy into his face and growled, sending vibrations and waves of pleasure throughout her body and she let out a sob-like moan, desperately trying to lift her hips as he eagerly and hungrily lapped up her juices. Lucifer laid her down on the floor and pinned her wrists, watching the aftershock of her orgasm with a self-satisfied smirk. He hummed softly before grinding his hard cock against her swollen, still clothed pussy that was just oh so sensitive.

“Oh, my, Princess,” the nickname sliding off his tongue as she squirmed against his body. “You really are a fighter.” He watched her glazed eyes, eyeing her expression as he started to hump against her, his cock still in his jeans as he let out a low groan. She let out a whine as he rubbed himself against her core.

“I can’t believe how wet you are, just for me? You like my big, strong hands holding you down against your will? You like my body pressing into yours and making it so you can’t escape?” His hips moved fast against her as he spoke against her lips, her head moving away as if to hide but he used his grace to keep her wrists down and one hand went to her throat and the other to grip her face.

“You like me taking you.” Lucifer smiled, she could deny it all she wants but her body accepted him like it was nothing. “You like me making you moan and whimper,” another moan escaped his lips but he could do this all day. Her body thrashed under his pathetically, her legs trying so hard to escape as he sucked a nice, big hickey into her neck with a noticeable bite mark causing her to whine loudly at the contact. He let out a deep, dark moan that caused her to echo it as his eyes closed before opening and flashing red.

“Would you let to play a game, little one?” Lucifer whispered, edging her closer to her second orgasm faster than she’d realized as he halted his movements, smirking as she whined at the loss of contact.

“Game…?” She stuttered, now moving in desperation for him to continue.

He loved watching her fight back and forth on what she wanted and knew she’d willingly submit eventually. He hummed in response, taking in her messy makeup and hair, the way her clothes seemed to cling to her more now that she was completely aroused and at his mercy. Moving down to her ear once more, the closeness making her moan unintentionally as he couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction.

“I’m going to let you go,” a short breathe was released beneath him. “And I want you to try and hide from me, run as fast as those legs can carry you and if I catch you..” He knew he would, “I’m going to ravage you like the little fucking slut you are.”

And with that, she scrambled from the floor, running as fast as she could as he gave her a head start, walking behind her at his normal pace. Her footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the bunker as she tried to find anywhere to hide.

“Where are you, little girl?” Lucifer sang, his usual smirk plastered to his face. He knew exactly where she was, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. “You don’t want to play with daddy anymore? Is that why you’re hiding?” From where she stood in a closet, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was gonna jump out of her chest, she bit her lip at the nicknames. He had to stop or he was gonna find her quicker than anticipated. She wondered how much of his powers he was using or if he was just getting lucky.

His footsteps got closer, his hand jiggling the clearly unlocked door of the room she was hiding in. “Little pig, little pig,” long legs strolled towards the bathroom. “Let me in, little pig.” She covered her mouth with both hands as he got closer. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be…” Lucifer continued to sing as he reached the closet door.

“Are you in there? I can certainly smell you,” she mentally cursed the arousal and orgasm running down her thighs as she tried to back further into the closet with no avail. Suddenly, everything went silent, all that could be heard was quiet breathing she couldn’t even see the shadow of his footsteps underneath the doorway. He couldn’t have left, that’d be too easy. She slowly inched towards the door, doing her best to be silent as she reached for the handle and

“Boo.”

Her right hand flew from her mouth as she jumped, nearly hitting him as she gasped loudly. His eyes glowed red through the darkness, her body pressed against the doorway as she desperately searched for the doorknob to escape. Lucifer firmly pressed himself against her, trapping her small frame underneath him once again.

“Look at what I caught,” his knee shoved her legs open again and he pressed his thigh right against her soaked panties. The Devil trailed his nose from her collarbone to her ear, inhaling her scent once again. “A little girl who likes to play with big, scary things; and now you’ve been caught with nowhere to go.” He moved to her other ear, continuing to whisper, “I think you like that I could kill you. How about your demons play with mine now?”

Lucifer waited for her reaction, pleased when he felt her body shiver and her aching cunt twitch against him.

“How often have you thought about me like this?” He asked, knowing the answer. He’d seen every thought she had of him, good and bad, every fantasy and he was determined to make it happen. Ghosting his lips against hers once again, teasing and watching her chase after him as he moved from her reach. It was like she was drunk, breathing him in as he was her. Her mind was so wrapped up in subspace and he thought it was just delicious. His large hands cupped her face, continuing to tease her as his glowing eyes stared at her closed ones before finally, finally closing the distance and pressing his lips against hers in a possessive manner, his forked tongue forcing its way into her mouth as he swallowed her moans.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. It was all he could think, his clothed erection squished against her belly before he wrapped her legs around his waist, a hand going to her hair and the other to her throat once again as his grace pinned her her wrists to the door. As she opened her eyes again to stare in awe, his sharp teeth bit her lower lip as she once again tried to squirm, this time in impatience and anticipation rather than trying to escape, even if it was for fun. Her mouth hung open and all she muster was, “all the better to embrace you with, my dear.” She didn’t even realize she’d said it as Lucifer growled against her, echoing her secret thoughts about his hands, his grip tightening around her throat. It was like he was the big bad wolf and he was going to devour her. His eyes bore into her soul, his cock free in an instant as he pushed her panties to the side.

He didn’t even give her time to think before he shoved himself inside, his hips bruising against her. Even if the Winchesters were home, he’d want her to be loud. To have them hear everything he was doing to her. She didn’t last long, but that wasn’t gonna stop him. His large hand left her throat, moving to her hip as he slammed into her. She continued to chant his name in prayer and his ego was bigger than ever. He was making her feel like this, he had his cock inside her and she was so, so wet for him. He knew she couldn’t think about anyone else if she tried and that spurred him on faster.

“My slut, my human.” At the rate he was going, the door should’ve collapsed at this point. She whined as he did what he wanted, taking what he wanted.

“D-“

“What?” He asked, his tone condescending. “‘Don’t stop’? ‘Don’t stop, Lucifer, I’m gonna cum’?” His put on his best whiny voice, mocking her, as the tears started to form and fall from her eyes as she struggled.

“Daddy,” she choked out, and his hips stopped inside her. His eyes glued themselves to hers as his quietly watched the panic rise in her eyes.

“What was that?” He whispered, the small light from the other room illuminating his face a bit, his expression neutral.

“I-I’m sorry, Luci-“ she tried to move again, but the hand on her hip grabbed her face.

“What did you just call me.” He repeated, she let out a short breath as the tears started to fall again. His tone was firm, and she was so close to her third or fourth orgasm at this point. Yeah, he’d call himself daddy earlier, but that was to tease her. It was much different hearing it from her own lips.

“D-daddy.” She swallowed, now more aroused than terrified that she’d angered him.

Lucifer barked out a laugh, continuing his harsh pace once again as her legs began to move from his waist. “Oh, you dirty fucking whore!” He watched her intently, very much enjoying her submission. Her face was red and her body was covered in bruises due to him, and she liked it. His thrusts moved from sharp and quick to deep as he continued to mock her. “You humans surprise me every day, you especially! To think! You enjoy being humiliated and abused! By me!”

The idea sent him soaring as she clenched around him once again. The idea thrilled him as she broke down, continuing to plead to him as he thought of all the ways she could worship him, and was going to worship him, after this.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he chuckled softly. “Let me hear that pretty voice, tell Daddy what you want.” While as amused as he was, he couldn’t help but groan at the name, the feelings it brought over him. He was already possessive but this, this was something darker.

“Are you gonna cum on Daddy’s cock again, little girl? Hm?” She nodded, quickly answering with, “yes, sir!” wanting so badly to touch him as she came for a final time, his hips finally giving out as he came inside her. Lucifer groaned loudly as he spilled himself inside her, calling her name as he pulled out and some of his seed began to spill. Her vision was hazy as he let her go from her invisible restraints, holding her to him on the floor.

“Oh, I knew playing with you was going to be so much fun.”

[growling]

ah fuck it ep10 too. though i still havent recovered

saw him again at the intro. fffuc k j.....

THERE HE IS AGAIN

CHEERING AND CLAPPING GO GET HIM CHUUYA!!!!!!!!

I am loving this Chuuya on screen AND Dazai getting his ass handed over to him at the same time AND by Chuuya. let's GOOOOO

there is a lot of (2 actually) instances of like. Chuuya referring to themselves/or getting referred to by Dazai as "lady" or "girl" in which case.......... if that specimen is cisn't in some way my opinion just might skyrocket even more

bad news: I can hardly pay attention to what is currently happening because Chuuya is on screen

you've pissed Chuuya off :((((( look what you've done to them.

I am 100% on Chuuya's side go obliterate that het devil. We can hate him together..............

poor Chuuya sighing emoji.....

"my dream right now is to commit double-suicide with a beautiful woman, so being kicked to death by you wouldn't make me happy in the slightest" oh so Chuuya isn't a lady in some way after all?? :((((((( OR DO YOU NOT THINK THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL???!!!!????!?!?

nevertheless. i don't care. I have already decided Chuuya is some flavor of multigender already . and I know better . heheehehehe....... and I'm gonna start switching Chuuya pronounce now too because I have decided that. she/her'ing & they/them'ing be upon ye

Chuuya don't blush (and that gayass pose)... Chuuya you do not want that..... baby *cups her face in my arms, sobbing* w-who hurt you? who hurt you to make your standards s-so low??? *breaks down frantically stroking Chuuya's hair*

he's so cwuuute big eyes emoji im on laptop im so sorry

scene change. hello atsushi.... hello edogawa..... hello kyouka...... i guess........... sigh.

I guessed that it's just a flesh wound lmaooooo

edogawa stop traumadumping you're making the hoes horny i mean . i mean i sympathize

save her!!!!!!! :333333 save the kyouka!!!!!!!!!!!11 <3333333333 wooohooo

i promise that any time i type 1 after the exclamation marks im not doing that ironicall ythey just sort of show up there because i mistype or whatever?????? anyway ive been deleting them so far but you know i m gonna stop i think lmao. 1 be upon ye

gas leak. staring. staring.

staring very intensely.

staring.

they are staring.

luckily, i've still got my creature prepared

what is edogawa's problem with atsushi lmao

battle of the creatures. yes i did notice that all three of them (edogawa, atsushi, kyouka) have various similiarities whether in abilities or implied backstory i just didn;t feel like mentioning it before. lol. lmao. society if they put aside their differences and created a beautiful minecraft server working together

im liking this fight scene :))))))) its cool :))))))))

similiarities.. similiarities~ similiarities~

its just a scratch he's gonna be fine

edogawa angst momence. let him have this just for a minute just let him have this-

ohhhh he's jeawous........

DAZAI IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT HUH IN THE END IT ALL ACTUALLY COMES DOWN TO DAZAI HUH. I WAS CORRECT..... I WAS SO CORRECT ALL THE TIME....... DEATH TO DAZAI!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET'S ALL TEAM UP AND MURDER HIM

It's just a scratch he's gonna be fine. he'll be running in no time

edogawa let's go to my place sometime. we can talk about it........ mybe fix you or something......

unpopular opinion: but I actually really like it when characters are OP if it's done well. Atsushi being OP is done well. Rampo being OP is also done well. Let characters be a bit jacked in the superpower area

nooooo edogawa :((((((( i don't think he's gonna die now but im still gonna be sad he got thrown into infinite water nightmare pit

ONCE AGAIN IT'S ALL DAZAI'S FAULT. HERE IS HOW EVERYONE'S PROBLEMS COULD BE FIXED IF WE JUST TOOK DAZAI OUT, by me:

yayy :)

do not pan to dazai. whatever you do do not pan to dazai.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"the guild" damn Yokohama how many dubious organisations you got

and that's it :)))) woohooo!!!!!!!! yippieeee!!!!!!

you know what. you know what. watching bsd since I heard so much about it (mutual osmosis (hi)) yet absolutely nothing at the same time. like who the hells this dazai guy and whys he kinda..... anyway episode 1

so sad how atsushi died of starvation in the first 5 minutes. guess show's over....exit theatre.

"you should kill yourself NOW" the hell did this guy do be declared public enemy number one of all orphanages. how many did he burn

atsushi's out for fucking BLOOD i wanna see him fail cringely and die of an infection curled up under a juniper bush. why does he run like that

is that the. dazai jumpscare

i knew this man for like 2 minutes and i desire him carnally

jesus fucking christ i need his pussy so bad. i am going to fuck the screen. i need to do unspeakable things to/for this dazai guy

not even listening to whatever they're saying im just hyperventilating over the prettyboy before me i could treat you so good dazai. i don't care about your morals or potential atrocities dazai pPLEASE just let me fucking hit. pick me. pick me. PICK ME

supernatural detectives AGAIN?

he did the =D !!!!!!!!

i don't think im in the right headspace to watch this scene while dazai backshots on my mind rotting my brain preventing me from forming critical thoughts or acknowledging reality. good lord this scene that should have been m

i too love bullying children for their subpar grind and googoogaga mentality

he did the

..........ooo is he the tiger. I also believed his story was questionable never trust an orphan

furry

although on further inspection..... oh no im sensing some vivia similiarities in dazai which might DRASTICALLY decrease his attractiveness to me if it keeps up..............

"im not into hugging men" oh fuck off ill fucking make you im going to make you die a crack addict and drop your corpse in a pigpen go fuck yourself guess im not allowed to have anything huh. my way or the highway boy pick one. this show fucking sucks i hate you

nevertheless. i will carry on as usual

dazai kill yourself

i will fucking stab you beat you or hurt you in some way. i will destroy your life i will render you unable to look another man in the eye ever again

go fuck yourself. not like i care. i don't care stop i don't know what you're talking about i DO NOT care im not. im not. im gonna break that dazai fucknut's femurs in a cold cruel non-erotic way he's not even that pretty im over it. im over us.

im gonna fucking shred him

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[hyunjilicious]

backyard bbq party [bucky barnes]

Summary: You're a college student who hates visiting home. Bucky is new to town and works with your dad. Your mom thinks you need a break from studying and your dad thinks Bucky needs help meeting new people. Smut ensures. 4.5k SMUT

Warnings: Age gap, flirting in inappropriate circumstances, dirty talk, oral - m. receiving, Bucky is cocky and sees right through you, D/s vibes (but not really), very little Daddy kink (one mention), unedited.

A/n: I don't think I have to mention this, but 18+ please!!! Please reblog and lmk if you liked it ❤

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"Hun-" your mother warmly called as she approached you, a transparent plastic container filled with freshly seasoned raw pieces of meat, in her hands, "Take this to your father, ok?"

With unmistakable disgust on your face, you still faked a smile - all for her sake and took the container from her. It was heavy and you did your best to look anywhere but at it as you crossed the backyard, approaching your dad. He was with his back at you, facing the grill, and a man - which you barely noticed at first, stood by his side.

"Dad?" you sighed, "Mom said you should make these right now"

Their conversation stopped in an instant, and the two men turned to face you.

A smile instantly made its way onto your dad's face, "Didn't think you girls would be done so fast" he commented.

You just shrugged, knowing damn well you did not help prepare the food in any way. However, your eyes landed on the man behind your dad. He was tall, definitely well built, his shirt a size too small and his eyes shamelessly boring into yours.

You fell under his spell in under a second. Or maybe he fell under yours. Something definitely happened. A switch flipped inside your brain, and you knew you'd have to work hard to not allow yourself to do, or at least try to do, anything stupid at your parents party. 

His eyes trailed lower down your body, and judging by the way he fought back a grin, it was clear what he had in mind.

In order to keep things from getting awkward, his lips parted into a dazzling smile, as he extended his hand to you, "You must be, Y/n. I'm James Barnes. You can call me Bucky. Or Buck"

"Oh, yeah!" you dad smiled, "You two haven't met! James is the best damn mechanical engineer I've ever seen"

"You work together?" you squinted your eyes, "I never heard of you before"

"He just moved to the state" you father added, and Bucky nodded in agreement, his hand still slowly shaking yours. 

Feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you smiled and excused yourself, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes. I'll go now, see if mom needs any more help"

Bucky's eyes didn't leave your frame as you walked away, however you barely managed to take a couple of steps before you heard your mother's voice. "Y/n, baby? Can you go grab the glasses?"

"How many?"

"12" she responded in an instant, and then you took off towards the house.

It was dead silent inside. The house was empty, and already a mess. You took off your sandals and walked over to the cabinets above the sink, pulled out a tray and started looking for the fancy glasses your mother saved for special occasions.

You must've grabbed about 3 or 4 when a deep voice startled you, "Need any help?"

You lightly jumped in surprise, but hoped he didn't notice. "No, it's ok, thank you, though"

"Ok" Bucky mumbled, and you heard the smugness in his tone. 

Unable to fight your instincts, you turned around and looked at him over your shoulder. Leaning against the wall with a small bottle of beer in his hand, he sent you a mischievous wink which almost brought a lump to your throat.

You hurried to turn around and keep gathering the glasses your mother asked for, struggling more and more with each one. When you cleared the first shelf, it was obvious you'd need help reaching the ones higher up, but you weren't about to ask Bucky. Instead, you hiked your dress up your thighs and pushed one of your knees on top of the counter, lifting yourself up just enough to reach the remaining glasses. 

"Careful up there," Bucky laughed, walking over to you.

On a normal day, your palms wouldn’t be shaking and you wouldn't even think about the possibility of dropping a glass or falling off the counter. But he was too close, taking way too much satisfaction from seeing you struggling to maintain your balance. Not to mention the skirt, and the way almost all the skin of your thighs was on display for him.

"You could've asked me to help, you know?" he taunted, taking one more step towards you. There were barely a few inches separating your bodies now, and although you were sure it was your mind playing tricks on you, the heat from his body flooded your senses. He was too close. Too smug, looking at you. But the last straw was when he placed his left hand on the counter, inches away from your knee. That was when you noticed the prosthetic arm as the metallic sound of its vibranium plates overlapping grabbed your full attention. After a momentary lapse of composure, you looked into his eyes but all he did was raise his eyebrows. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Uh, it's ok" you shook your head, turning back to look at the cabinet. "Just five more"

For the remaining glasses, you grabbed them from the shelf, handing them to Bucky to place them on the tray.

When you were finally done, with a gentle grab of your hips, Bucky helped you off the counter, his hands lingering against the thin material of your dress for a bit too long. But you didn't mind. His touch burned and under his gaze, you found yourself turning around to face him, the proximity being nothing other than obscene especially if you were to take into consideration the age gap, and how you met him.

But that was 20 minutes ago. A moment not so conveniently interrupted by your mother barging in, wondering what was taking you so long. Bucky helped you carry the glasses to the table outside, and after that, you parted ways. 

Even though he went back to the rest of the men gathered around the grill, your mind remained fixed on him. You found it almost impossible not to look for him every other minute, and the fact that he managed to catch you staring everytime, made the butterflies in your stomach go even crazier.

And then it took a little bit of devious and manipulative work on your part - to convince your aunt she got the wrong seat. You told her there was a seating plan, and that she was supposed to sit next to your mum. That opened up a seat left of Bucky, and since that seating plan was as unreal as your chances with him, or so you thought, you had to make sure the seat wouldn't be taken by someone else. And you didn't want to make it obvious - didn't want him to know you only chose that spot after figuring out it was right next to his. So you sprinted back into the house, grabbed your purse and placed it on the chair, pushing it as close as you could to the table, so no one could see it. Maybe it's been there for hours, even before any of the guests even showed up. Who'd know?

But of course, once the food had been served and you were all seated, you had to play your cards right. All your confidence seemed to have vanished ever since Bucky took his seat next to you. Casually sipping his beer, having a taste out every single type of food laid out in front of him, cracking jokes every now and then, and the glimpses… And the winks... And the way whenever he had to turn in your direction, his eyes would first land on you, and only then travel to the person he was having a conversation with.

But that was just the start. Soon enough, his attention was more and more directed towards you. His arm on the back of your chair. His jokes solely for you. 

When you figured it was your time to make the next move, after giggling at one of the stupid puns he just made, you cleared your throat and scanned the table. "James, where did you get the olives? Can you hand me the bowl please? I can't see it"

"Oh, yeah" he said, pushing himself up to grab them for you. But conveniently, the bowl was empty. "There aren't any left, doll." he announced after settling back in his seat.

"That's ok" you smiled, ready to stand up, "I'll go see if there are any inside"

The "No" he whispered was way too low for you to hear, but his metal hand grabbing your thigh and pinning you down in your chair got the message across. You turned to look at him confused, but your plan was already going in a completely different and indisputably better direction.

"Here-" Bucky said, using his fork to pick up one of the olives on his plate. "I'm full anyway"

"Thanks" you nervously laughed, raising your hand to grab the utensil, but he stopped you. 

"Open up"

Only for a second did you stop to consider just how bad of an idea that was, but you hurriedly pushed the thought aside and opened your mouth. Your eyes met his as you lowered yourself and grabbed the olive with your teeth, barely managing to hide your enthusiasm as you slipped it off his fork.

"Good?" Bucky asked.

You nodded, "Very. Thank you"

"No problem, doll"

After that, you returned to your plate - some cheese and salad left. None of them looked too appetising right now, you knew what you wanted - two things, but only one of them would be acceptable. So, you lazily gathered some salad leaves into your fork, and turned to Bucky. "Can I have one more?"

"Hm?" he muttered, removing the beer bottle from his lips and looking at you confused.

"One more olive? Can I?"

Instantly, he smiled. "What was that?"

"Can I have one more-" and when his amused smile turned into a devious grin, you realised what he actually wanted from you. "Please?"

He still wasn't satisfied so he just raised his eyebrows, telling you to try again. 

"James? Can I please have one more olive?" 

"Of course" he taunted. 

You didn't know what you expected, of course you'd have to eat this one out of his fork too. However, this time, he didn't bother helping you at all, instead making you lean all the way into him to grab it. 

"Thanks"

"And call me Bucky, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Bucky"

As much as you wanted to keep this game going, the atmosphere around the table shifted. Even though your parents were seated at the other end of the table and on the same side, making it impossible for them to see what you were up to, you still felt like you crossed one too many lines. 

When your demeanour changed, so did Bucky's. He leaned back in his seat, shifting uncomfortably for a couple of minutes, until he decided to stand up, announcing he was grabbing another drink for himself. You wanted to ask him to bring one for you too, but before you even managed to get a word out, he was already sprinting towards the house.

In his absence, you tried to calm yourself down and regain your composure, but there was only one thing on your mind. Him. So, against your better judgement, you left your seat at the table too, innocently heading towards the house. 

There you found Bucky, leaning almost all the way in into the fridge, scavenging for another beer. The man emptied your dad's stash before the second course was even served. 

"Whatcha looking for?" you beamed, walking up beside him.

"There's no more beer left" he announced, straightening his back and turning to face you. "I guess I'll have some water"

"I can go and see if there's any in the basement" you offered, "Or you could always go for something stronger"

"What do you suggest?"

"What are you into?"

"What am I into?" Bucky laughed.

"Whiskey?" you questioned, walking around him to open the liquor cabinet. "I hate this rum so I don't recommend it." You grabbed another bottle, "This vodka is amazing, no headaches the morning after."

"That won't be a problem" Bucky chuckled, leaning against the counter. "I'll have whatever you wanna give me"

"You seem like a whiskey kinda guy, is that ok?" 

He nodded in approval, and then watched you pad around the kitchen, grabbing a glass and some ice. "What makes me look like a whiskey kind of guy?"

You took a deep breath, weighing your next words. "Rugged, tall.. handsome. Not my age." You shrugged. "Whiskey". Before allowing him to comment on that, you spoke up again. "What kind of drink do I remind you of?"

He pondered for a second, his eyes studying your every move. "One of those overly sweet girly cocktails, that has way more alcohol than my whiskey, but it's masked by all the syrups and preservatives inside it"

"Really?" you laughed out loud, handing him his glass.

Bucky smiled as he took it from you, raising it as if making a toast, and then took a sip. He licked his lips and sent you an approving nod.

Slowly, you both turned around and started walking out of the kitchen, but unlike you - Bucky stopped in the middle of the house, his voice urging you to do the same. "I'll go out front for a cigarette"

"Can I come, too?" you asked, heart beating out of your chest.

"Please" He urged you, stepping aside and allowing you to walk in front of him. 

With a hand on your waist, he followed you out the front door. It was quiet, the sun shining a bit too bright for your liking. 

You skipped down the stairs onto the pavement, but he stopped and sat down. Bucky spread his legs wide and motioned for you to come in front of him. After you did, with a gentle tug on your hand, he got you to kneel, one step below him. 

"Want a cigarette, doll?" he asked, leaning back to retrieve the pack and lighter from his jeans pocket. 

"No, thanks"

"Don't smoke?"

"Not if there isn't at least a mile between me and my parents" you giggled, placing your hands on his knees. 

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow, lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff. You watched the smoke dissipate to the side, only to have your attention grabbed by him when he placed his free hand on your shoulder. "You're an adult. Have been for years. You live on your own. Why not?"

As he spoke, his fingers curled around the strap of your dress, nonchalantly pulling it down. 

You swallowed thickly, but due to the way he was making you feel, you decided to ignore his action. "What they don't know, can't hurt them, right?"

"Mhm" Bucky agreed, taking another puff and then moving to play with the other strap. "So I was right?"

"About what?"

He shook his head, "Nevermind"

"Tell me!" you whined, pushing yourself up against him. His thighs completely framed your body as you closed the distance between the two of you. "Tell me!"

"Nope" he grinned, his proud smile inches away from your hungry lips.

"Bucky, come on" you pleaded, framing his face into your palms, "Tell me, please"

"No, doll-" he dismissed you, turning his head to the side to smoke. After blowing up the smoke, he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, his hands coming up around your body to rest on your ass.

"Pretty please?" you whined.

"Don't push me" he threatened, his grip on your ass tightening to the point where you almost whimpered out loud. Instead, your eyes just opened wide and you bit your lips.

"Ok" you sighed, playfully defeated, "Ok, fine. Don't tell me. But now I'm sad"

"Of course you are, doll" Bucky laughed, grabbing your chin. "I can tell how sad you are. You're not almost bursting into laughter at all"

"Shut up!" you scoffed, slapping his side, but he interrupted your antics with another rough squeeze of your ass.

Unable to keep calm anymore, you dragged your hands up his thighs, stopping inches away from his member. When you looked up to see his reaction, Bucky was already watching you. 

"Can I?" you pouted.

"Stand up"

"Why-"

"Stand up" he commanded again, slapping your ass before you stood up and settled in front of him. "Take your panties off, doll"

"Here!?" you gasped, "What if anyone-"

"No one's gonna see you if you keep quiet and shuffle out of them like a good girl"

With your heart panging in the back of your throat, you slowly reached under your dress and pulled your underwear down. The feeling of cotton slipping down your legs made your shiver, and by the time your panties fell to the ground, Bucky had already stood up.

Wordlessly, you grabbed them from the floor and handed them to him, "Good girl" he nodded and then stepped out of the way, motioning for you to head inside. 

You did so without any further form of complaint, determined to have your way with him by the end of the party. Dessert hadn't been served yet, so you knew there was still time to get to him.

But once you stepped into the house, you barely managed to make it past the hallway before Bucky grabbed your elbow and dragged you to the side. He forcefully pushed you into the small bathroom by the guest room, slamming the door behind him and locking it in one smooth movement.

Now it all made sense. Nerves and anxiety washed over you, but the good kind. You were bursting with emotion, shivering from every joint as your juices finally started running down your legs. You licked your lips and waited for instructions from him, ready to do absolutely anything he'd tell you to.

"Why don't you show me what you're made out of, hm? I wanna see how fast you can make me cum with that pretty little mouth of yours"

And that was all you needed to hear before you dropped to your knees in front of him, drooling like a good little girl as you watched him undo his pants. Your eagerness got the best of you. He looked divine, especially from that angle. His thick thigh inches away from your face, his metal hand playing with his belt, his hungry eyes staring down at you, his rugged breathing and the perverse view of his cock straining against his clothes. 

Thank god he was fast, because you didn't know how to control yourself anymore. 

When he finally pushed his underwear down and leaned against the wall, you were ready to show him what you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around him, settling your palms on the back of his thighs and sloppily took his cock into your mouth.

"Holy shit-" he cried out loud when you first sucked on his tip, bucking his hips and clenching his thighs.

Eagerly working him from between hollowed cheeks and with your tongue pressed to the underside of his hardening member, you proceeded to look up, innocently blinking at him. The corner of Bucky's mouth tilted upwards, perfectly expressing the immense amount of satisfaction he was getting. 

When the strain on your neck became noticeable, you slipped his cock out of your mouth and wrapped your hand around his base. With delicate and experienced flicks of your tongue against his slit, you worked on shattering his self control, getting more and more wet as his breathing started to accelerate.

"Fuck, Y/n, you little slut-" he gasped, bringing his hand to rest on the top of your head.

You knew what he wanted, but it wasn't his turn to make decisions. Instead, you ignored his gesture and lowered yourself further between his legs, wrapping your lips around his balls. You sucked slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure that you hoped would drive him up the walls.

"Doll, so good. So, so fucking good" he panted, his cock nearly twitching in your hand as you kept pumping along the length.

Pulling back when your neck needed a break, you settled in front of him again, this time mouth open, and placed his tip on your tongue. No physical pleasure from that, but no amount of shadow could hide the pure bliss in his features. Just having you there, on your knees, with his cock on your tongue, was exactly what he needed to see.

"Come on, baby. It's not gonna suck itself" Bucky grunted, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You nodded eagerly, but he stopped you before taking him back into your mouth. "All the way down, ok? Take my cock all the way down your throat, and when you feel like you can't anymore, go a little further"

You nodded again.

"And don't worry, I'm here to help you, doll"

You wanted to mumble a 'Thank you' but didn't get to, since he hurriedly curled his fingers around your roots and forced your head down his cock. 

The feeling of your throat expanding around him reached your core in no time, making you shiver under his hold. You crumbled to the floor, your knees weak from the sheer feeling of it all, blinking wearily as he kept you down. 

A mere few seconds had passed before, out of nowhere, Bucky pushed you off of him and looked to the door, eyes wide with shock.

"What happened?" you mumbled, wiping your chin.

"Thought I heard something"

"You locked the door" you reminded him, "No one's gonna catch us. And that's a bit of a shame, if you ask me"

"Huh?" Bucky frowned.

"I wouldn't mind people seeing me with your balls in my mouth"

His mouth fell open. "You dirty, little whore"

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you licked his tip and looked up, "Don't act like you don't like that about me"

"I absolutely fucking love it" Bucky scoffed, "Don't know what could have possible made you think I don't like it"

"I was just saying"

"Just.. stop talking. Put that mouth to better use for me, ok?"

"Yes, Daddy" you teased and wrapped your lips around his tip again.

"You little-" Bucky started cursing as he shook his head in disbelief, before a rapid knock against the wooden door made your heart stop.

"Buck?" your father's voice echoed around the bathroom, "You in there?"

Without even thinking twice, Bucky forced you back all the way down on his cock, completely blocking your air supply.

"Yeah! I'm in here!" he yelled as you struggled to keep quiet and muffle the way your body desperately begged for air.

"Have you seen Y/n?" 

"Nope" 

The panic that was running through your veins had your oxygen burning faster than normal, the tears in your eyes being the first sign of it. 

"I can't find her anywhere" you dad went on.

No matter how much you tried and how much training you had, in that moment right there, you found it impossible to fight your gag reflex. Before you knew it, a choked down whimper erupted from your throat, forcing Bucky to cough, loudly, hoping to cover you.

"I haven't seen her, man. But, urgh-" The way your throat convulsed around his cock made Bucky weak too, way too close to his release to be able to sound inconspicuous. "Can I- can I have some pr- privacy now? Please? Just - just a sec"

"Are you feeling ok? Do you need-"

"I'm fine!" Bucky yelled. "I'll be out in a sec"

It was not like you were able to hear anything or even concentrate, but as soon as it was clear, Bucky let you off his cock, as he fell back against the wall and you stumbled into the sink.

Gasping for air, you heaved under his stare, eyes wide in shock. "You know I could've kept perfectly quiet without your cock blocking my throat"

"Where's the fun in that?" he panted, getting ready to finish on his own.

"No!" you stopped him, crawling back to him, "Let me!!"

"Just open your mouth" he grunted, and you obeyed.

It took him approximately 30 seconds to reach his orgasm, his hot cum landing perfectly on your awaiting tongue. His moaning and his breathing, and the way his face contorted through endless expressions of pure bliss, had you neatly coming yourself.

When he was done and after you proudly swallowed all that he had to offer, you stood up to fix your lipstick while Bucky cleaned and dressed himself back up.

"Your best friend called. She's having an emergency, you need to get there as soon as possible"

"What-?" you gasped, confused for just a second before you realised there was no way that could have been true.

"Yeah, and I'm not feeling well, so I'll head home. I can drop you off if you want"

And that was what you told your parents. That they couldn't find you earlier because you were talking on the phone with your best friend, reassuring her that everything would be fine and that you'd meet her as soon as possible.

Your parents weren't happy about it, but they didn't shy away from thanking Bucky a million times for offering to drive you. After a sappy round of goodbyes and promises to visit more often from now on, your parents finally returned to the party while Bucky led you to his car.

Once you got in, you didn't even manage to put your seat belt on before Bucky grabbed your chin and forced his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. He dominated the kiss as you melted in his hold, moaning against his lips before he pulled away.

"Been waiting to do that since I first laid eyes on you"

"What stopped you?"

"Had a feeling it wasn't a good idea" he laughed, starting the engine, "Saw what you did to my dick. It was all pink. Don't know how I would've explained lipstick all over my face to your parents"

"Well, excuse me for not wearing blow job proof lipstick to my parents barbecue"

"You're forgiven" Bucky teased, squeezing your thigh as he pulled out of the driveway.

"But why are we leaving though?" you questioned, "You know I have my own room upstairs, right?"

"I know, I know.. but next time we're nearly getting caught, I don't want it to be by anyone who's seen you in diapers"

You burst into laughter, "Oh god, you're right, yeah, that makes a lot of sense! But where are we going?"

"You'll see"

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[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.

A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading

•••

You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes

with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.

When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.

The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.

“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.

He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.

“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.

“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.

“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.

“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.

“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.

“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.

“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.

“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.

“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.

“It is!” You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.

“Mhmmm,” he replies.

“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.

“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”

“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.

You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.

“Shut up,” you responded.

“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.

“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.

Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.

“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.

“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.

“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.

You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.

You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.

“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.

“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.

“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.

“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.

“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”

He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.

“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.

“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.

“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.

Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.

“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.

“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.

“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”

“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.

“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“

He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.

“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.

You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.

“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.

You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.

It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.

The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.

This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.

When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.

“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.

You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.

His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.

“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.

“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.

“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.

“I’m good,” he replied coldly.

You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.

He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.

“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.

“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.

In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.

He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.

“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.

He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.

Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.

“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.

He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.

You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.

“What if he comes back?”

“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.

Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.

As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.

“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.

“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.

“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.

“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.

You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

But you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.

Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.

You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.

“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.

“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.

You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.

“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.

“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.

“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.

You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.

You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.

He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.

“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”

[forever-rogue]

Douse the Lights

A/N: I have no excuse for this, except I love one (1) Din Djarin and he deserves this and so do we. Enjoy! A little Happy New Year gift from me to you! As always, comments and feedback are welcomed! xx

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only) - oral (m and f receiving), unprotected PiV, choking, degradation, creampie...filth. This is just filth. 

STUTTER SOMETHING PROFOUND (PART 2)

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

»»————-　♡　————-««

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then stop kriffing staring at me.”

“I wasn’t even looking in your direction.”

“You,” with a sharp turn of your head you saw that he wasn’t even near you. Nope. Not at all. 

Kriff. Awkward.

“Lothcat got your tongue, Princess?” you’d never seen his face, but Maker, you just knew there was a wicked smirk on it.

“Just mind your own business,” stowing away your clean blasters with a huff, you prayed with all your might that he couldn’t see the flush of warmth on your face or hear the crack in your voice. You hated him. Everything about him.

At least you wanted to; you would have given anything in the galaxy to. It would make constantly being around the Mandalorian that you called your employer a lot easier. 

Maybe if you kept repeating it yourself, you would manifest it to become true. That you could hate that annoying, half-witted, tin can. 

“Thought that’s what I was doing,” there was the most minute inkling of amusement in his voice as he came over, lithe and silent - ever the hunter. He was at your side in an instant, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the cool metal of the beskar as he sent shivers up and down your spine. Along with the low pooling of heat and desire settling in your belly, but you were going to ignore that for now.

Almost as if he knew the effect he had on you, he made it a point to brush a gloved hand over yours as he nudged you to the side to inspect some of the weapons he’d tasked you with cleaning. You had to be quick in order to shut your mouth and keep a small whimper from escaping your lips. 

How long had it been since someone last touched you? Maker, it had been….dank farrik. It had been way too long. A simple hand brush - there wasn’t even skin to skin contact - and you felt like a lothcat in heat. You really needed to get...some company and have your frustrations taken out or surely you would explode. There was no way you were to give Mando the satisfaction of knowing the type of hold he seemed to possess over you. 

Perhaps once you were out of this more than awkward conversation you could slip out for a few hours and seek some pleasure. The little one had just gone down for a nap a short bit ago, and he was likely to be out for some time. Surely he wouldn’t have a problem for a few hours. Then you could -

“These are still dirty,” was his voice always that rough and low? He had to be doing it on purpose, surely. Before you could contemplate it too much, he took one of the blasters and shoved it back into your hands. Not rough or gentle, but with enough firmness to remind that he was in charge. You looked it over and raised your eyebrows as you inspected it yourself - it was polished to an almost pristine shine, “clean them again. All of them.”

“What the fuck, Mando,” you scoffed with indignation as you rolled your eyes at him, shoving the blaster right into of the black T of his visor. You waved it almost as if to prove your point, “this is clean. I dare you to find a cleaner blaster in this Maker forsaken galaxy.”

He was quick to your grab your wrist, his grip was firm as he kept your hand from moving. You didn’t normally argue with your stoic and mysterious employer, but this was apparently new and uncharted territory. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but there was a shift between the two of you, something had changed. The tension in the air was palpable, so thick you could cut it with the dullest of knives as you stared back at him. 

“Clean it again,” it was a growl that went straight to your cunt as you subconsciously clenched your thighs at the sound. Either this was a one time deal that you would commit to memory or you were going to make it a point to annoy him more often. As he stared you down, he slowly let go of your wrist and pointed at the discarded cleaning rag, “and make sure its actually clean this time.”

“You are the worst,” you tried to retain the little bit of composure that you had remaining as you swiped the blaster back.

“And you are a brat,” brat. Brat. Brat. Brat. Of all the words available in all of the galaxy, he had to choose that one. This was absolutely on purpose. The Mandalorian never did anything without careful planning and calculating the risks. The same could be said with his words; this was all carefully and deliberately chosen. He cocked his head to the side, almost as if trying to gauge your reaction, “but here we are. Get them clean.”

“Or what?” it was a mere pathetic squeak as found yourself almost unable to meet his face.

“Just get it done.”

Without another word he strode away, as silent and dangerous as he was when he first came in. If you were stronger, if you weren’t a weak little fool, you would have looked away and focused on your work. 

But no. Not today.

Instead you watched him go, staring shamelessly at his imposing figure as he moved to disappear back into the cockpit to do whatever it was that he did. 

Was his ass always that nice? Were those thighs always so strong and sturdy? Was he always so damn broad and wide? 

Shit. 

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you hissed at yourself as you picked the rag back up and slammed yourself back down on the bench in order to re-clean all the weapons that you had just done. He wanted clean weapons? You’d give him the cleanest blasters he’d ever seen. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

Almost an hour had crept by when you’d finished your second round of cleaning. At this point you honestly didn’t care if the Mandalorian deemed the job satisfactory or not. The longer you had ruminated on his words, the more frustrated you became. 

Each word, each touch seemed burned into your mind as you let your imagination take over. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about him before. There had been a number of sleepless nights when you imagined it had been his hand between your thighs, his fingers running through your slick folds before they slipped inside of you. On nights when you really couldn't help yourself, you even imagined it was his cock, how he would feel buried to the hilt inside of you. You wondered what he would be like, but something - this day in particular - told that he was big. And he would get the job done.

But it wasn’t going to happen. 

Nope. No. Nah. You were just his sidekick little employee that most definitely was not going to act on any impulsive or rash decisions. You might have been a lot of things, including a huge fool in that moment, but you weren’t that stupid. You didn’t need to create some unnecessary strain in your relationship with the stoic warrior or even worse, lose your job and home and be left stranded in a forgotten corner of the galaxy. 

Even as you tried to rationalize all the ways in which acting on your impulses was a horrible idea, the frustration and the throbbing between your legs didn't wane. You were getting so desperate and pathetically needy that you sat on the edge of your small bench just at the angle so you could get a little bit of friction on your clit. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

As you rocked back and forth, trying to keep the little mewls and whines from slipping past your lips, you realized you couldn't do this.

You couldn't risk getting caught by the Mandalorian. Oh yes, everything's fine, just getting myself off. Don't worry, I'm super horny because of you. Yeah of course I'd love your cock.

Yeah. Cool, cool, cool. This would never happen. 

Just when you before you reached your breaking point and had your hands halfway to your soaked core, you stopped. 

"Kriff," you sighed to yourself as you pulled your hand back out and stood up. What the actual fuck had gotten into you? A few commanding words you were completely losing your control. Either you were desperate for a release from something other than your own hand or you craved the mysterious Mandalorian. 

Hastily stashing the impeccably clean blasters back into the weapons cache, you discarded the rag as you quickly came up with a plan. 

Tiptoeing quietly back to where the little one was sleeping, you sneaked a peek and saw that he was still fast asleep. He wouldn't even notice you were gone - that's what you tried to convince yourself as you delicately touched his soft ears and button nose. 

You weren't sure if you were speaking of the Mandalorian or the baby. At this point you really didn't care. 

You glanced back at the ladder towards the cockpit, watching almost as if you expected him to come down and catch you sneaking out. Hells, technically he'd know as soon as you left the ship. You scrawled a quick note telling him that you needed a cleaner or something, in your haste you couldn't even remember what you put, and would need to go to the market.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was totally plausible, you insisted to calm your own nerves as you slipped on your boots and a cloak before making your final decision to leave. Attempting to be as quiet and subtle as possible, you slowly made your way off the Crest and started scurrying towards the nearby desolate town of Mos Eisley. In reality you looked more like a scrap rat scurrying away from the light than a woman heading into town to find something. 

Whatever.

Mos Eisley wasn’t exactly known for its sparkling reputation, and you were sure you could get exactly what you wanted quickly enough. In and out, you thought to yourself as a flush rose in your check, well precisely that. For at least you were hoping. 

But the Mandalorian, a seasoned hunter with a reputation for a reason, and didn’t miss a single trick. He was aware of what you were doing before you even left the cargo hold. If he was this frustrated and turned on you by you, his cock hard and straining against the confines of his pants, he was sure you must have been in the same position. 

Oh, but he had been close to breaking, just like you. How easy it would have been to seal the hatch to the cockpit and relieve himself of the desire and ache. But no - just like you he had limits and wasn’t about to give in and stroke his hard cock while you were within earshot. No matter times he had imagined it - fucking your mouth or burying himself deep between your luscious heat before pounding you into oblivion, he wasn’t going to give in this easily. 

He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but with your little backtalk and the way you had looked at him with those wide doe eyes and pretty pouted lips sure had him feeling like one. The thought of burying himself inside you, to watch as you bounced on his cock with your tits in his face was enough to make up his mind. 

One time couldn’t hurt, right? People had casual encounters all the time.Why should this one be any different? If you were willing of course, although judging by how your pupils had dilated with each word from his mouth, had little doubt you felt the same way; but consent of course was key. 

And tomorrow? You’d be back to being the same way you had always been.

Hopefully. Maybe. Probably.

Fuck.

This was a bad idea, and the small, sensible part remaining in his brain told him so. But he was too far in, too deep and lost in his own desires to stop himself. 

He was watched as you ran away, deciding to wait until you were halfway to Mos Eisley before going after you. He’d take the kid to Pelli, sure she’d more than happy to watch him for the night. The rest? That was to be all consumed by you. 

»»————-　♡　————-««

The old cantina was dirty, dingy, and smelly. There was no doubt in your mind it must have been at least a decade since it was cleaned, and yet it still remained a hot spot; granted not for those of politer society, but enough to get the job down.  You pushed that to the back of your mind as you clambered through the crowd and to the bar, sitting down next to a handsome Zabrak you had spied when you’d walked in. You’d never been with one his kind before, but you’d heard rumors of them, especially when it came to their prowess behind closed doors, and something within you was piqued. 

He must have sensed something was up - as soon as you sat down, he motioned for the bartender to come back and bring the two of you a new round. 

“You’re new here,” he said gruffly, a dangerous edge to his voice, sharp like a knife as he took one of the luminescent drinks and shoved the other towards you.

Before you could even move to grab your drink or utter so much as a word in response, a hand darted and quickly grabbed your wrist, the grip biting and firm. 

“She’s mine,” the words washed over you before you could even turn to look at the Mandalorian. His chest was rising and falling heavy as his visor was trained on your would be companion for the night. A shudder ran up your spine as he pulled you off the stool, the two men glaring at each wordlessly. 

He pulled you behind him, storming out of the cantina as the crowds parted at the sight of the gleaming silver beskar. They knew better than to stand in the way of the Mandalorian. You felt like a child being scolded as he refused to acknowledge you, keeping his gaze trained straight as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. 

“What the hell, Mando?” your question was an indignant shout as your voice climbed an octave. His grip didn’t waver for a moment as he grunted in his response. Oh, he was mad. Yup. Definitely. You had fucked up. 

Any thought of talking back or prodding him further were estopped as you could see him fuming as he dragged your ass back to the Crest. 

This was it, you realized. This was the end where he would fire you and send you packing. Of all the places in the galaxy to be stranded, Tatooine was not one of your top destinations. No one to blame but yourself, you reckoned. 

Instead you hung your head as he refused to look back, making quick work of opening the cargo hold and shoving you inside. There was something about his touch that was rough, almost sending you falling to your ass, but there was still an odd gentleness.

You stared back at the blank visor in challenge, attempting to figure out what was going on. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stared back at you. Neither of you were about to get a good read on each other. 

“Did you really think it was a good idea to just walk away without saying anything?” his voice was dangerously low as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you tried to come up with either a smart response or an excuse but instead of anything coherent, it was a mixture of the two. Great. Now he's going to think you were an idiot on top of everything else. 

“I didn’t...just um...doesn’t matter what you...I needed something from the market?” you swallowed the lump on your throat as you dropped your gaze to the floor. He sighed for a moment - heavily - as you’d come to know was his penchant to do. 

“You needed something from the market?” it wasn’t a question so much as an accusation.

“Mhmm.”

“What was it?”

“C-cleaner,” you lied. Somehow it sounded better than saying yeah, I really just wanted a quick fuck because you have me feeling some type of way. 

“There's a new cleaner right in the cabinet,” he said as you internally groaned. He was right - there was a brand new gleaming bottle on the top shelf. He’d gotten some last week, “or did you conveniently forget that?”

“Umm,” you couldn’t get anything else out as he took a step closer and left minimal distance between your bodies. He reached up and put a hand under your chin, turning your face up to meet his, “uh huh.”

“Uh huh, honey,” his voice warmed you up from inside out as you gave him an innocent look. If he hadn’t known what he was doing earlier, he certainly did now. And he was going to milk every second of it, to push this as far as it would go. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, a subconscious gesture, but not unnoticed by the Mandalorian. His hand slipped from your chin and jaw and slid until he was gently holding your throat. His grip was light, and he was barely squeezing, but Maker, you wished he was, “is that really what you were going to do?”

“Y-yeah,” how much longer were you going to keep up this little facade? You had no clue. But the feel of his hand around your airway, pushing slightly, ever so slightly, had your mind positively reeling.

“Then why did you go to that filthy old cantina?” he leaned closer, his helmet mere inches from your face as you closed your eyes, the blood rushing to your ears as you the heat pooled in your belly, “why were you talking to Zabrak? Did you really think he was going to fuck you? To make you feel good?”

“Mhmm,” you managed to murmur after a few beats of silence as you realized what was happening. This was new, uncharted territory - for the both of you - and if you went any further, there would be no going back. And you - fuck it. Your eyes snapped open as you turned to look into the visor, right where his eyes would be, “needed someone to do it, since you never would.” 

And there it was - finally out in the open and hanging thickly between the two of you. All you could ever was a small huff from under the helmet and you were positive he was smirking like a victorious predator.

“Is that what you want, honey?” he asked and you nodded. Give and take and then...it all broke, “get on your knees. Now.”

And you wasted no time sinking onto the cool metal floor, now level with his cock, where you could see the hardness straining against his rough fabric. Shaky fingers worked to hastily pop the button and pull the zipper, but just before you could get to what you wanted, Din roughly grabbed jaw, turning your face up to his, “you take what I give. Yeah?”

“Yes,” you promised, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter with each word. But then, with another gentle tap to your chin, he seemed almost...gentle, “Mando?”

“If you don’t want this, just say stop,” he waited for you to nod as you a sense of warmth fluttered over you at his desire for consent, “I will not be gentle, I will not-”

“Give it to me then,” you beamed at him before turning back to his cock and pulling out of his underwear. You almost moaned at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking already; and just as your little fantasies had led you to believe, he was more than adequate. 

Spitting into your palm, you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking the head, just small light licks, just enough to tease. Licking a stripe up his shaft, you played with his balls for a moment, earning what you were sure was a small groan from under the helmet. Making it a point to draw it out, you shouldn’t have been surprised when his hand went to the back of your head as he pushed you onto his cock. 

A sound of surprise was muffled by his cock as you took all of him into your mouth, doing your best not to gag as he hit the back of your throat and your nose brushed against the soft curls of hair at his base. Your hands slid up his thighs and found purchase on his hips as he began to fuck your mouth. He started slowly at first, almost as if he was afraid to give too much. When you grew accustomed to him, making it a point to hollow your cheeks and suck him as best as you could, he picked up the pace. And it was brutal in all the best ways, spit was starting to run down your chin along with a few tears that had spilled over, but if nothing else, it worked to spur him on. 

“Look at you,” he grunted between thrusts as he took in the sight in front of him, “take me so well. Knew your big mouth had to be good for something. Always wanted to fuck that pretty face.”

You hummed in delight as you raked your nails over the exposed slivers of his skin on his hips, golden and delicious and you wanted it all. His thrusts slowly become more erratic and sloppy as he twitched in your mouth. His hand dropped from the back of your head as you took over and put a hand back on his shaft as you worked to finish him off. 

Soon enough he did, followed by an almost primal growl as he came, his hot, thick, cum coating your mouth and you eagerly swallowed all that he offered, which unsurprisingly, was a lot. As his breathing slowed down and he slowly came down from the rush of his high, you pulled back from him, looking up at him with innocent eyes and a wicked smile. You cleaned him off, but just as you went to wipe at your mouth, his gloved hand was faster and he collected the spit and cum that had spilled out and pushed it back into your mouth with two fingers. You grabbed his wrist and made a show of sucking his fingers clean, tasting him along with the worn leather of his gloves. 

“Good girl,” he praised before hoisting you to your feet, “strip.”

“What about you?” you turned your head to the side, but he shook his head in response. He paused for a moment, almost as if he was having second thoughts, but just quickly, he whipped off his gloves and tossed them onto the floor before putting a hand on your cheek and stroking it tenderly. You swallowed thickly before nodding and working to pull off your clothes. 

First was your shirt, tugging slowly over your chest and tossed down to join the gloves. Your arm went to your back as you tugged off your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders as an almost nervous breath escaped your lips. 

“Keep going,” he commanded, eyes trained slowly on you as he drank in the sight of you. You undid your own zipper and pulled your pants and panties down in one fluid motion before kicking them off along with your boots and socks. You’d never felt more vulnerable or exposed in that moment, wanting to cover up but also relishing in the fact that you seemed to have rendered the Mandalorian speechless. He looked you up down, not bothering to hide the fact as he looked at your form, glancing at your soft mound before your breasts and then landing back on your face.

Beckoning for you to come closer with a simple crook of his fingers, you did so, standing directly in front of him. His hand flitted from your cheek and down your body before resting at the apex of your thighs. You gasped lightly in surprise as he dragged his fingers through your soaked folds, coating them in your copious arousal, before chuckling darkly. A hand immediately went to his shoulder as you steadied yourself and tried not to completely lose it at the simple touch, “all of this for me, honey?”

“Mhmm,” you admitted as he gently rubbed over your clit, teasingly in the slowest, most tantalizing way possible. Before you could stop yourself you blurted out, “always think about you. Always get so wet.”

He made a small, noncommittal sound as he pulled his fingers away from your wetness and brought them to your lips. He tapped your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, sucked his fingers clean from your own arousal, “I’ve thought about fucking you too. That mouth, that pussy. You’re such a brat, but you drive me crazy.”

“I like when you get mad,” you said as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, “‘s sexy.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice deeper and lower than ever before, and you felt your knees start to buckle at the sheer sex it exuded, He brought his large, warm hands to your tits, touching over your pebbled nipples as you bit back a moan. While you wished it his mouth on them instead, this touch was just as well, as he massaged them, trying to get a good feel of them and seeing what drew out those sweet mewls from you. But before you could enjoy it too much, one hand gripped your waist like a vice and the other went between your legs. He ran his thick fingers through your folds, before slowly inserting one into your wet heat. You moaned as he slowly inserted another and then a third, stuffing you full and already having you seeing stars in no time, “make yourself cum.”

“What?” your eyes snapped open as he stilled his actions, “you’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he popped the p loudly as he lightly teased your clit, eyes boring into yours, “you act like a brat and you want to cum? You have to work for it.”

“You can’t be serious,” you groaned as he moved to pull his hand away, as if to show you just how serious he was. This time, you caught his wrist and held him in place. He chuckled lightly in triumph as one of your hands returned to his shoulder for balance and the other went to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves. He held completely still, a practiced and patient man, as he made you work for it. He wasn’t kidding by any means when he said he would not be gentle. 

He remained quiet, watching your pretty face shift through a range of expressions as you worked to reach your own high. He was glad for the helmet, for if you had been watching him, you’d have seen the tinge of pink rising in his cheeks as the sight of you fucking yourself on his fingers. He’d envisioned this many times, no doubt about that, but he’d never thought it would become a reality. Maker, you were gorgeous as you thrust onto his hand using him for your own pleasure a string of gentle filth spilled from your lips as you rubbed slow circles onto your clit.

“Mandooo,” it was soft as you felt that familiar blinding haze start to take over you, and your toes involuntarily curled and your cunt started to clench around his fingers. Your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as your vision turned blurry and that familiar warmth started to spread all over your limbs. He felt his cock twitch from where he had tucked himself back in after you’d pleasured him. Before you could finish though, something different met your ears.

“Din,” he said as bit your lip in order to keep from crying out completely, “my name is Din.”

And there it was. Completely unexpected and out of the blue. It wasn’t just a name - no it was so much more than it. It was a sign of trust, of closeness, of the fact that whatever this little situation was, it was neither the first or only time something like this would happen. No, your story with Mando may have come to an abrupt end, but your relationship with Din was just beginning.

It was almost as his name, uttered softly and almost unsurely, was exactly what you needed to push you over the edge as you came around his fingers. A soft moan left your lips along with the sweetest sound he was sure he’d ever heard, “Din.”

A merciful man when he chose to be, he took over for you and worked you through your orgasm as you almost collapsed into his arms, “there you are pretty girl. You did so well, fucking yourself on my fingers.”

“Not enough,” you rested your against the soft cowl of his neck as he pulled his hand from you, but not before slapping your ass a few times, almost as if testing to see how far he could push you. You made a few sounds of delight at the sting, only spurring him on as he slapped and then gently needed the ample flesh of your backside, “please, need you to fuck me.”

“Is that what you need, pretty girl?” he purred in your ear as he pulled back and grabbed your face in his hands, taking in the already blissed out expression on your features, “you want me to fuck you? Think you’re ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” you were practically ready to beg at this point, “I’ve been wanting it for so long.”

At your words, he almost dragged you to the small bed that was reserved for you in the corner and motioned for you to sit. You watched with eager eyes as he scrambled for the waistband of his pants and hastily pulled them down and kicked them off, letting them join your discarded clothes. He practically ripped off the rest of the beskar until he was bared in front of you, save for the helmet. His cock was already painfully hard again, standing at attention and leaking fat drops of precum.

“Can I trust you?” he asked as you nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. You’d never questioned the fact that you’d never seen his face or that he apparently just never showed it to anyone. You respected him and his decisions, and you’d never dare to push the envelope or destroy his trust. 

“Always,” you promised as he walked over to the wall and hit the switch for lights, cloaking the room in darkness. You sucked in a breath before you heard him shuffling about and the beskar helmet clanged against the metal floor. He stood in front of you, you could feel his breathing as he touched your cheek before wrapping a hand around your throat.

“Hands and knees,” he instructed with a delicious rasp, made even better by the lack of filtering from the vocoder of his helmet, “now.”

The singular word was enough to send a fresh rush of arousal through your veins, as you laid on your belly on the small cot before positioning yourself so your ass was in the air. He shuffled behind you, his large hands grazing over the soft flesh of your ass. He spread your cheeks apart before dragging a thick finger through your soaked folds. A small sound of pleasure rippled through your throat as you clutched onto the thin, scratchy blanket of the bed, “please.”

“Quiet,” it was harsh and biting as  the palm of his hand slapped your ass, the sting delicious and leaving you wanting more, “you like that, don’t you? You like being spanked, pretty girl.”

“Only by y-y-you,” before you could say anything, he slapped your ass a few more times before kneading the soft flesh to make sure the sting wasn’t too painful. 

Mando - no, Din - shifted his weight and you could feel him line himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds. A moan escaped your lips - and his - as he slowly pushed into you, giving you a brief moment to adjust to his considerable size. The stretch was amazing, the slight burn quickly turned into pleasure and you felt full, so completely full. He groaned as he bottomed out, already feeling pussy dumb by the way your velvet walls hugged him, “this - kriff - this pussy is perfect. Just like it was made for me.”

“Din,” you buried your face in your pillow as he pulled out, slowly, before thrusting sharply back into you. He was not lying when he said that he would not be gentle. His large, warm hands went to your hips as he held them in a bruising grip. You were sure you’d bear his marks for days. 

He set a bruising pace, thrusting into you with no mercy as he slammed his hips into yours. There was nothing gentle or intimate about, no - this was months and months of pent up frustration and desire coming out all at once. Din was not a talkative man, but as he fucked you into oblivion, he was whispering strings of filth and praise into your ears. All you could do was lie there as he pounded into you, so lost in your own pleasure as you became a whining mess under him.

Before he came, his arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest. One large hand went to play with your breasts as the other went to your clit as he rubbed and circled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your mouth hung open in a blissful haze as he kept going, pressing kisses into the soft skin of your skin and shoulder, alternating between nipping and sucking and making sure to leave plenty of marks so everyone knew you were his. 

“Look at you, pretty girl,” he grunted in your ear, “taking my cock so well. You love this don’t you? Getting used like this.”

“Mhmm,” you bit your lip as he kept going, kept abusing your spent pussy as he started to stutter in his thrusts, “‘m so close, please, wanna come.”

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he commanded as you nodded, “and I’m going to fill you up and make sure you know who you belong to.”

“I’m yours,” you insisted as you felt your walls clench around him and his cock start to twitch, “only yours.”

“Good girl,” he praised as he turned your head to place a rough kiss on your lips. It was the sheer act of the moment and feel of his stubble that sent you over the edge and cumming all over him. You were like jello in his arms as he held you up, giving you a few more thrusts before spilling inside and coating your walls with his cum, “ahh - fuck - so fucking good. Maker, you feel like no other. Perfect pussy - just for me.”

He held you tightly against his body as he caught his breath, the two of you breathing in sync. You thought he might pull away immediately, but instead, he pressed more kisses, chaste compared to your previous actions, down your back as he slowly lowered you onto the bed. You couldn’t even form words as you laid there, cockdumb and already feeling his arousal along with your own dripping onto your thigh. 

“You did good,” he praised gently before reaching between your legs and scooping up some of his cum that had started dripping out. You whimpered at the touch, still sensitive, and listened as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

Din gently flipped you onto your back so you were lying face up and exposed to him. He sat between your legs and slowly spread them apart, admiring his handy work. He leaned back before climbing off the small and getting on his knees, pulling you towards his face. Just as you had gotten on your knees for him, he kneeled only for you. 

“Din,” you sighed contentedly as he kissed along your inner thighs, working his way back to your dripping heat. He nuzzled his nose against you, taking a moment to take it all in, “already so much."

"Come on, honey," his voice was like liquid gold as he reached up and touched your breasts, cupping them easily in his large hands, "you've got another one in you. I know you do. Aren't you a good girl?"

"Mhmm," you arched into his touch as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. How this infuriating man got you to become a pile of mush in his hands you'd never know, but you definitely weren't going to question it. He leaned up and kissed your hips before burying his face between your legs, "I'm your good girl."

And with those words, he licked a long stripe up your soaked folds, still soaked from your combined juices. His nose, which you presumed was aquiline in nature, nudged your clit as he ate you like a starving man. You were the shining prize, glimmering in the distance, and he was the wrecked man crossing the desert to get to you.

This time you didn't even bother to hold back as you mewled and cried, tears of pleasure and overstimulation welling up at the corners of your eyes and sliding down your cheeks. Din hummed in content as he licked and suckled at you, making sure to focus on your clit as you came completely undone.

Reaching down, you carded a hand through his locks - curls - as you pressed his face against your aching core. You could practically feel him smirking against you as he slipped a few fingers inside to join his ministrations. Expertly curling his thick fingers, he quickly found the sweet spot that made your toes curls and you see stars.

"Almost there," he grinned as he gave you a moment of reprieve before diving right back in, "I can feel that perfect cunt squeezing around me. Taste so good, pretty girl."

"D-Din," his name falling from your tongue was like pure magic as he became transfixed by how it sounded. Your mouth dropped open in a small O as your legs shook around him. He pulled his fingers from you as he held down your hips in order to keep you from squirming away from him, "feelssogood - makerohstars - Dindindin."

"Come all over my face, pretty girl," his tongue darted into you for a few moments before he gave your clit a harsh suckle. That was all it took before you came again, screwing your eyes shut as he worked your through your orgasm, lapping up every bit of your juices, refusing to waste even a drop, "there you are - taste so fucking good. Perfect."

He was relentless until he was sure you were completely done and a practical ragdoll on the bed. Slowly, he pulled back from you, trailing light kisses up your body, stopping when he got your face. Almost as if he was able to see even in the almost complete darkness, he wiped away your remaining tears. He hesitated for a moment for leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You sighed softly as you rolled onto your side and scooted closer to the wall, making room for him. 

It was a big thing you were doing, boundaries had been crossed and blurred and any rules you'd previously had were thrown out the window. Neither of you were sure what came next.

But you did know that you didn't want him to leave - not yet anyway.

"Din?" you asked softly as he pulled the blanket over your spent body; he was surprisingly gentle for a man that had just sent you to heaven and hell and back. 

"Yes, pretty girl?" 

"Will you stay?" your voice was small as you prepared yourself for defeat and for him to leave.

"Yes," he whispered softly as he slid in under the blanket and next to you, "I'd like that."

"Me too," you admitted as he shifted and pulled you in his arms so you could lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump thump of his heart, "Din?"

“Hmm?”

"I'm in charge next time," you smirked lightly as you kissed his soft skin. He inhaled sharply but you could tell he was into it. The man might have just been in charge, but you had a feeling he might like being told what to do as well - and you were going to find out, "I want to ride you."

"Kriff," he groaned under his breath, "You're going to be the death of me, little brat."

"I'll make it worth your while," you promised with a small yawn, "I'll have you crying in no time - begging me for mercy."

“Mhmm.”

“You’re going to be a good boy for me, right?” it was your turn to put your hand on his throat and give it a gentle, but firm squeeze as he stiffened at the feeling, “I know you’re a good boy, Din.”

“Fuck.”

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