#Abe still be brushing shit off that he shouldn't

[abrahamvanhellsingjournal]

Entry one: Date November 8th 1898

We finally managed to defeat Dracula yesterday and he is within my custody. It was not without loss of life as our dear friend and comrade, Quincey Morris was killed by the demon. However, his death was not in vain as ultimately we did succeed, though killing the creature has proven difficult.

Jonathan wanted to use his Kukri upon the bastard, but I stopped him from doing so, and told him that I will do my utmost to study the creature to find a way to kill it for good. Ms. Harker, on other hand, seems to be fine, and the foul taint of Dracula has receded as far as I have been able to deduce from examinations of the woman. Jonathan seems to think otherwise, and claims that his wife sometimes has odd cravings. These are likely to be nothing more than the typical strange hormonal changes a woman goes through and nothing more.

On the other hand, I find myself wondering if Dracula cannot be put to better use than to simply put him down. It seems to be what the creature ultimately wants after all, and it has asked me why I hesitate to kill it completely. Dracula claims to be the eldest and first of his kind, I imagine his body could provide many answers about vampires and the disease known as Vampirism, and I plan on finding out exactly what that will be.

[becca-e-barnes]

ok but how ab subby dbf!bucky?

Submissive older men?? It's like you want me to lose my fucking mind 🙃

But really, this is so hot. Even just the thought of being on top and teasing him. You've been making out for long enough that he's desperate, gripping your bare hips and trying to claw back his composure faster than he's losing it. He's not succeeding though.

Neither of you are entirely sure how long you've both been naked for but you're acutely aware of how wet you are. He feels it too, groaning when you grind your hips, brushing your dripping sex against his length while your mouth is sliding against his own.

"Fuck, I need you." He pants between kisses, doing his best to ignore how ruined he sounds. You can't ignore it though.

"You need me?" You tease, reaching between your bodies to grasp his length, giving it a slow stroke and enjoying the weight of it in your hand. "That's pathetic."

His lips part and he lets out the quietest moan, lost in the feeling of your body settling over his tip while you continue to stroke him. Your core is slick, reminding him of warm, wet velvet. He's slid into you so many times before. He's felt the way your body accepts him, the way you sink down on him until he has nothing left to give you and the way your body squeezes him like he's everything you've ever needed.

Your wet heat continues to rut against him, letting his tip nudge your clit, not letting him inside and he notices just how you gasp each time it makes contact. "Please let me inside you. Oh God, please let me fuck you."

"Why would I let you fuck me? You think you could actually please me? You're stupid if you think you're enough for me. I need a real man who's not going to whimper like a desperate little bitch before he's even inside me. Not some old man like you who's going to finish way too quickly." God, he loves being degraded and the power that comes with getting him like this gives you more of a rush than you want to admit.

Your hand wraps around his throat, your other hand still other holding his dick as he babbles and begs. After a second, you let your hips fall, his leaking tip sliding inside you until each inch is buried as deep as you can take him.

"O-oh fuck, oh please. Please slow down." He groans, his eyes squeezed shut, gripping the sheets beneath him so tight. "I'm going to cum. Oh fuck." He's mortified to even have to say it because he's barely inside you and he's already losing his control.

"You better not cum, Buck. I didn't take my birth control this morning. That's not what I'm doing this for anyway. This isn't for your pleasure, this is for mine. You're nothing but a warm dildo for me, you got it? You're just here for me to get myself off on."

"Oh holy shit." He pants, doing his absolute best not to fuck himself into you from below and blow his load far too soon. "You shouldn't have told me you're unprotected. I'm gonna stuff you so full, there won't be a doubt in your mind that you're pregnant."

[hanii-rose]

•Because I can't send anon ask in askbox, can I submit it on here instead? So I have this thought:

Garou and the s/o were childhood friends but separated after Garou began to train himself in Bang's dojo. Now after Garou was defeated he comes to visit s/o's house for temporary hiding and also to rekindle their relationship.

Expect both of them getting closer after that. It mostly fluff sfw but you can throw some hot nsfw stuff for the thirst 🔥🔥

But can I request that the s/o is gender neutral, please? It's kinda sad that I rarely find a writing for gender neutral or male s/o, so I will be very grateful if you write the s/o as a gender neutral.

Thanks so much and have a nice day! ❤•

Yay another request ☺️ I tried to write reader as gender neutral, I'm not that great at it, but hopefully it's good enough to post haha

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Reunited

Garou x GN! Reader

It had been a few weeks since Garou had inexplicably showed up at your front door, bruised and weakened. When you first saw him, you instantly recognized his signature hairdo and blazing gold orbs.

It was that kid from school! You occasionally played with him in your younger years, and the two of you had become particularly close, talking, pulling pranks and acting out other childish activities. But as you grew older, you focused more on your books and slowly started seeing less of him, ultimately drifting apart in highschool. You never saw him again, until two weeks ago that is.

After he came hobbling through your doorstep, you let him in, fed him and even bathed him. He took care of his own injuries and he's been staying with you ever since. You assumed he remembered you due to the fact that he called you by your name multiple times without you telling him. When you asked him why he showed up here and now, he explained his situation. His hero-hunting, the Monster Association, Bang's dojo and his pathetic defeat at the hands of a bald guy in a yellow jumpsuit. He told you he needed sanctuary for two or three months, at least until the search for him died down.

You understood his reasoning, albeit feeling a bit sad that he didn't come to you mainly to see you. Truth be told, you had developed quite a crush on the silver haired Adonis, even back then. But in the past, you were much too busy with your studies and his sudden disappearance left your desires unfulfilled. But now he was back, taller, stronger and much much more handsome. It reignited a little spark in your core and you constantly began to crave his touch and attention, often picturing him in the most lewd scenarios you could think of. You touched yourself so many times that you lost count. You tried not to most of the time, in hopes that he wouldn't notice your arousal. Little did you know that Garou was going through something similar.

>>

Presently, you had just returned home from work with a bag of store bought food. You hung your coat and scarf on the coat hanger and neatly discarded your black office shoes on the wooden shoe rack. You walked all the way to the kitchen, placed the bag of food down and rushed to the living room in hopes of finding your wolfish guest.

You walked in on him, shirtless, crouching on the floor and fiddling with something. His back displayed all of the hard work he had put into building himself these few years. Littered with bumps and crevices that most people could only dream of in their lifetime.

You, unbeknownst to him, gently pressed a finger down onto the back of his neck and slid downwards, following his spine to the middle of his gorgeous back. He visibly tensed and turned his head, staring deep into your curious eyes.

"You're back..." he stated, turning around and getting back to work.

"Yeah, had a long day today. What have you been up to?"

He shook his head softly and muttered, "Fixed yer damn side table. The wobbly piece of shit almost fell over when I walked by it."

You chuckled at his words while patting his defined shoulder and replied, "Well you're pretty nifty, aren't you? Maybe I'll keep you around longer, huh?"

He smirked and stood up straight, taut muscles glistened with sweat and biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya? A personal slave to do all of yer work for ya?"

You replied with an obnoxious 'MHMMM' and exited the living room, walking yourself to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge door, you grabbed the large 2 litre bottle of coke and two large sets of glasses and decorated them atop a tray.

Holding the tray and kicking the fridge door shut with your foot, you treaded back to the living area and set the tray down on top of your now fixed table.

"Sit down, I'll fix you a drink."

Garou complied, sitting himself comfortably on top of your black couch, the leather making scratching noises as he shifted around for the perfect spot.

"Thanks for the table. I've been trying to fix it for ages."

He nodded and grinned, "No big deal. It's the least I could do."

You sat down next to him on his right, leaned forward and poured the chilled coke into the two cups. Closing the cap, you handed him a glass and sipped on your own coke. You relaxed back into the couch, your shoulder brushing his ever so slightly as you unwinded. Work was getting frustrating, even for a desk job, not to mention your desires for the wolfish man would not relent, leading to many restless nights.

"This feels way too good." you lazily stated, stretching back and leisurely taking small sips from the cup.

"Yeah..." Garou agreed softly, his cup already empty.

You noticed the lack of substance in his hand and offered a refill.

"Hold your cup right. I'm gonna give you some more..."

You grabbed the large plastic bottle from the table and twisted the cap open, pouring carefully, a good enough amount of the sweet liquid.

Unbeknownst to you, Garou had outstretched his arm behind you, resting it at the headrest of the couch. His right knee brushed up against yours gently as he scooted closer to you, inhaling your intoxicating scent. Somehow, your smell was so much more stronger when you came home from work. He noticed it once, after you had accidentally bumped into him. And that unique smell drove him absolutely wild.

You turned back after filling his cup and placed the half empty bottle down. You again leaned back getting even more comfortable, somewhat leaning against him. From this position, he could trace your body through the white flimsy fabric of your office shirt.

It was turning him on more than anything.

He chugged his cup until it was completely empty, savouring every last drop of the fizzy drink. He placed his cup down and his now empty hand found purchase upon your clothed knee. His right arm still behind you, wrapped itself around your shoulder, trapping you.

"So tell me about work." he suggested, rubbing your tired shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, you have no clue how annoying some of my desk mates are!" you began.

"They constantly take things from my desk without asking and they are so unorganized, like at least learn to number your reports when you give em' to me, ya'know?"

He hummed and sighed with whatever you said, but honestly, he didn't give a crap about your asshole co-workers. Just let him stare at your stunning legs for a while longer. He could feel his cock twitching in his trousers, your lips trembled as you angrily ranted about your fellow employees. Those same lips he wanted to ravish with his own.

"-And then I said, I'm not going to your fuckin' baby shower and..." you suddenly quieted down.

Why was he staring at you like that?

"Umm Garou, you okay buddy...?"

He ignored your question again. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek! You tried scooting away, but you were held in place by his left hand on your knee, gripping with force and his right arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You placed your palm on top of his hand and he snapped out of his trance, face red and pouting.

"... Is something wrong?"

He vigorously shook his head and scratched his cheek, the blush still faintly prominent under his chiseled cheekbones.

"Are you sure?" you asked, thoroughly concerned. You placed your open palm on his back and rubbed languidly, relenting your weight on top of his. Before you could get up from your position next to him, he yanked you downwards and you plopped down onto the couch, your back hitting the foam armrest.

"Yer so fuckin' sexy, ya'know that?" he asked, sounding somewhat angry.

"Huh?"

"I said, yer so fuckin' sexy. Such a fuckin' turn on!"

Before you could protest, he swiped his hand down your middle, swiftly popping off all of the buttons on your shirt and exposing your chest and stomach. You tried to push him off but to no avail.

"Garou! What are you doing?" you inquired, feeling absolutely embarrassed. Your cheeks dusted with red and you swallowed hard.

"Fuck... What the fuck am I doing?"

He sighed exasperatedly and got off of you. Standing up, he started walking towards the guest room, no doubt to put on his shirt and leave. But before he could turn the corner, you grasped his hand tight.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I shouldn't be around you anymore. I can't fucking control myself..." he replied, sweat dripping from his temple.

"What do you mean?"

You strutted closer to him, placing two hands on his bare chest.

"I like you, a lot. And I wanna fuck you all the time."

You were surprised, pleasantly. You giggled at his confession and leaned closer, almost falling on his hard chest.

Rubbing your hand down his stomach and over his delicious abs, you wiggled in his sight.

"I don't mind..." you spoke, tone awfully sly.

Your expression gave away your intentions and Garou found himself grasping your hips, bringing them closer towards his.

"Oh really?" he asked, equally mischievous.

You made a lusty 'mhmm' noise, confirming his suspicions.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned closer to his smirking face, and whispered, "I want to fuck you all the time too..."

"Fuck, yer such a tease!"

Giggling, you brought your mouth upto his and waited for him to place his on yours.

When your silent request was met, you closed your eyes and revelled in the passion.

He feverishly gripped your waist, slid his hand downwards, giving your ass a quick squeeze.

Breaking the kiss, he kept his face near yours, taking in your form.

"I've wanted to do that for so long..."

"Me too." you replied.

"So you wanna fuck me all the time too huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're the only one who can take my mind off of my demented office."

"Well then, should we get started?"

You nodded, lustfully looking into his eyes.

>>

Sitting down had become an issue for you these days. As the days progressed, so did your monster boyfriends hormones. But you two got by. You had to buy a new shirt though, and everyone at your office could tell you'd been fucked out of your mind. But nothing bothered you anymore, not even your moronic deskmates.

It seemed life had gotten better for the two of you, except for the severe back pain you had after Garou finished his dubious acts. Other than that you were fairly content with what you had right now.

[babylooneytoonz]

Warnings: *SMUT* FINALLY // PORN WITHOUT PLOT // QUICKIE BUT NOT SO QUICK // Bucky Barnes knows how to make you scream his name

A/N- The part in italics are your thoughts (pretty sinful ones), ahem ahem.

Please find all the links to the other parts in the Masterlist.

"Are we not going to talk about how you just kissed me and now you're just sitting there pretending you never did," hearing Bucky grumble like a grumpy, old man only made you snicker even more.

"What's there to talk about? I felt like doing it, I did it."

"I see."

You frowned, your reaction feuled by the way Bucky had just accepted, and withdrawn himself from the banter. A part of you was disappointed, you wouldn't lie to yourself, bickering with Bucky Barnes was an important ritual of your daily life now and him shutting up now only worked as acting fuel to your fire.

"That's it?"

He smirked, leaning back against the wall, with one foot resting against the wall, "Yeah, I'm done. I'm not feeding those demons inside you. You just feed on my words."

"You did not just say that to me."

"I did."

"Oh yeah?" You growled at him, a low throaty growl, right from your throat, and he just shot you an impassive stare, pretending that he was least affected by the tiny outburst. Secretly, he was enjoying it; so much, he could already feel himself growing hard in his jeans.

"Well, are you going to do anything about it, doll?"

You could feel the cold breeze brush against your cheeks, but you still felt flushed, and hot. You nervously blinked, finding yourself in an inexplicable situation; well not entirely inexplicable; you knew what you were suddenly feeling, but a part of you knew that the path your body suddenly wanted you to tread on, was unexplored inhabitation, and who knew what would happen next, if you maybe just, for once, gave in.

You lifted your eyes, real slow, until you were looking at him.

Bucky Barnes had looked at you a many times before; but he wasn't just looking at you now. If he was just looking, why would you suddenly feel heat creep into your insides and slowly churn your stomach? Why would you suddenly start feeling shy, when you had never felt an ounce of shyness around him before? In the dark corners of your mind you knew that the both of you should have talked about this, about what this madness was, but standing there, smirking at you, his thick, broad arms draped over his chest, he made it so hard for you to think straight. You mentally cursed yourself, for your mind and your body to suddenly betray you, your mind spinning now the way he was looking at you, and your body suddenly yearning to feel his touch.

"Are you?"

Real smooth, Y/N.

"Do you want me to?"

His games and his words were going to be the death of you.

"Shouldn't we be heading back?" You mewled, in a low voice, almost looking away but he just mumbled something; words that you couldn't decipher.

And then, you started zoning out, everything started fading, and your mind started racing.

You bit your lip, a little too hard, for you could now taste the metal on your tongue, when you saw him move away from the wall as he started walking towards you. Finally, having closed the distance, he was standing inches apart from you, and you couldn't see past his burly form, not that you wanted to.

"Well, you've shut up," he smirked, looking down at you. "You never shut up."

"Well, dumbfuck, I know I never shut up, but with you standing right on my head, I can't think." You mumbled, almost inaudibly, hoping he wouldn't hear your mouth disobey your brain as you kept blurting out things you had locked back somewhere and didn't want to let out.

"Well, you can start by talking about how I was checking you out at the gym." He was groaning into your ear, sending jolts of tiny surges of electricity rushing through your body.

"Bucky-"

"No prick? Dumbfuck? Jackass? Just Bucky? What's the fun in that?"

"You're all of them but right now -"

"Right now what, doll?"

Bucky was gone, atleast he wasn't facing you anyway, but you could feel him and hear his voice someplace behind you. And you only gasped, a low, sudden yet embarassing sound escaping your lips when you felt his body up close, behind you. You let your eyes shut, parting your lips as a gush of anticipation escaped your lips.

"I can't think."

It was as if you could literally picture him right now, a look of triumph on his face, a low smirk resting against his beautiful lips, the lips that you wanted to feel again, on your lips, your thighs, and many other places.

"How does it feel now, being on the other end of the line?" He smirked, his lips slowly attaching themselves to the side of your neck, his metal arm sliding across your waist until he pulled you even more into him, from where even you couldn't ignore that growing hardness in his pants.

"You cocky piece of shit." You cursed, relishing his touch, almost leaning back your head against him as he continued peppering your neck with his tantalizing kisses, "even now you can't stop this, can you?"

"Well, I'll stop if you want me to."

You knew you were going to have mouth sucking bruises into the side of your neck, but if only you could ask him to stop.

"Stop, Barnes, " your mouth finally blurted out.

A low moan of disappointment escaped your moist lips when he actually listened to you and moved away, your body immediately reacting to the loss of his touch. You turned around and you could see he was smirking, a faint reddish hue on his cheeks, but a youthful, boyish charm twinkling in his eyes.

"Are you gonna stand there all day and give me those weird googley eyes?" Bucky's voice snapped you back into reality, and you realized that he was standing there, his hands on his hips, his.foot tapping impatiently against the gravel. You wondered how long you had been zoning him out, lost in your own little sinful world, that belonged to only you and Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and now, for some reason, you couldn't look at him the way you did before.

"You're incorrigible, James Buchanan Barnes. You're the most annoying, infuriating, anger infusing man I've ever met."

He just chuckled, and you couldn't help but laugh a little too, it was just required, to ease the throbbing you were feeling down your core, and to distract your mind from what just happened a few seconds back.

"You're the most psychotic, lunatic, weird, and sexiest woman I've ever met." He mumbled, sheepishly running his hand through the back of his head.

"What the fuck Barnes?  You think I'm psychotic? Oh, I am weird? Like you aren't."

"Did you even listen to anything I just said, woman?" He said, skewering his head to one side in an annoyed tone now.

"Yeah, you just called me psychotic, weird, lunatic and sexy, oh..."

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Your mind swivelled in directions you couldn't control, and your insides churned in ecstacy as Bucky's hard thrust inside you made you throw back your head and let out a low pitched moan, your voice only acting a buffer for him to thrust even harder causing the walls of the shed to groan, as your back hit against it, again and again.

"Next time you call me a jerk, or a prick, just think of the ways this prick can make you moan his name." He grunted, pumping himself into you, again and again relentlessly, as he had you propped up by your thighs, your feet locked around his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders, and at times, tugging at his hair.

"Barnes," you began, only to bite down hard on your lip and let out a scream, almost calling his name, "Fuck."

"Say that again, doll. The way my name rolls over your lips," he hissed, groaning right against your ears, adding fuel to the already building up intoxication that your body was feeling, feeling Bucky inside you. 

You were already feeling it, your body beginning to rock, and your toes were beginning to curl inwardly, the little shed behind that garden now echoing with the sounds of skin slapping against each other and high pitched gasps, moans and grunts, when all of a sudden, your phone began to ring, loud enough to snap the two of you out of it.

Although Bucky slowed down, he didn't pull out of you, right away. He, however, saw the caller ID on your screen, and a dark look took over him, as he thrusted hard into you, causing you to grab onto him tighter, his one hand snaking up your abs, up to your breast, until he was pinching your nipple.

"Why the fuck is Sam calling you?" He grunted, pushing you back, so you were now sprawled out in front of him, your legs spread out, until he lifted one leg and pulling you closer, threw your leg over his neck, his thrusts now hitting all the more differently.

"Must want to check on me."

"Cares too much for you, doesn't he?" He panted.

"Buck–" You whined; shutting your eyes as you started feeling your stomach knotting again, when your phone started buzzing again, causing an obvious frown to shoot towards the direction of the faint, glowing light. This time, it was Steve.

"You should receive it, it must be something important, doll," he mumbled, kneading the skin of your thigh against his cold metallic palm as he slid out of you, and slammed his thickness into you again,the two of you moaning and grunting when he did that. Reluctantly, you reached for your phone, but your mind was a storm right now.

"Fucking hell, Barnes. I hate him right now."

"I know," he smirked down at you, biting down in his lip, as sweat now dripped off the side of his neck, down in shoulders. God, the way he looked from down here with you pressed to him, he was beautiful and the way he felt inside you right now, you couldn't describe it. He would have asked you to rob a bank for him right now, but you would have done it, just to feel this again.

In one swift movement, you felt one of Bucky's digits rubbing against your clit, as if his massive thickness wasn't already proving to be ecstatic to you.

The phone started ringing again, making both you and Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes groan, at the exact same time.

With shaky fingers, you grabbed the phone, and your eyes met Bucky. Your fingers trailed along until your thumb hovered over the green call receive icon, but before you could do it, Bucky's lips had taken over yours and involuntarily, you meted into the kiss, pushing your throbbing core as a reflex against him, while he rutted vigorously into you.

"You gonna take that now, doll?" He said in a low, teasing voice.

You smirked, grabbing the man's chin and pulling him forward, your tongue teasingly running over his plump lips, "only if you keep up the pace."

"Let's see you take that call, and take my cock at the same time."

Your smirk dropped, turning into a sinful groan when he bent down to suck lightly on the soft spot at the side of your neck. Taking a deep breath, you clicked on the receive icon, flinging the phone to your ear.

"What the hell, Steve?"

You raised your eyebrows, noticing him stiffling a laugh, so you just gave him a good glare, nudging him to move faster. Bucky's movements were painfully slow; and teasing, and you couldn't wait for Steve to disconnect so you two could go back to finish off what you had started.

"You've been gone all day. Everyone's been worried, Wanda checked with Lucah, but he won't receive her call. What's going on? Where are you?"

You were sure Bucky could practically hear Steve Rogers screaming at you from the other end of the line right now, even if you were not on speaker.

"I went shopping," you muttered in a low, irritated voice, closing your eyes, letting your head rest back against the wall of the shed, your free hand raking through Bucky's hair, your head almost swivelling and your eyes rolling back in pleasure, as you felt the tip of his cock tease your folds before his girth slowly sunk into you again. 

Reflexively, a low moan escaped your lips, and your eyes widened in embarassment; as you quickly masked it with a grunt. Bucky was smirking at you again, and this time, relishing that you were the one that had turned ten times redder than a tomato.

"What was that?"

You looked at Bucky, your eyes widened in alarm, and he just shrugged in the most nonchalant way.

Fucking bastard.

And then, he won't stop. Not that you wanted him to, but between Steve's annoying voice pounding into your ear, and Bucky's swollen cock thrusting into you, you didn't know what to say.

"I tripped, Steve."

"You tripped? Really?"

You looked up at Bucky, and he mouthed Steve's words back at you. He was laughing at you, he was so enjoying this.

"Yes, I tripped, over a fucking dead body."

Bucky couldn't hold it in anymore, and he let out a snort, causing you to throw out your palm towards him, pressing it against his lips.

"What was that?"

"Jesus Steve, the dead body was snorting cocaine."

You were part annoyed with Steve but on the other hand you couldn't stop chuckling to yourself, imagining what Steve's face looked like, reflexively , you swatted Barnes away, a sudden feeling of losing contact with him hitting you hard, when he slid out of you. You only stood up, the pads of your feet grazing against the soft grassy ground, as you motioned for Bucky to sit down on a crate, while you mumbled something into the phone.

Pushing Bucky back, you climbed on top of him now, closing your eyes, as you entered him again, feeling his thickness fill you up completely. You literally had to press your palm against your mouth to refrain from screaming.

"You're being weird, (Y/N)."

"Jesus, Steve, I'm busy right now. I'm, uh , waiting to get the dresses I bought billed at the counter." You lied, arching your body, letting your head fall back, his cold metallic and non metallic fingers tugging at your nipples, as you relentlessly rolled your hips and circled his cock.

Your pussy was already beginning to clench, and your body had began to shudder. You knew your high was close, but Steve wasn't ready to disconnect. This was the most embarassing, and annoying night of your life.

"Well then, I'll see you back at the  –"

"Yeah, bye Steve, I'll see you.. Fuck, Barnes, God–"

You felt mortified, frozen to the spot. You felt traumatized.

Eyes widened, you looked down at Bucky, and he was smirking up at you, the look on his face that clearly said that you were so busted.

"Oh God, no. That wasn't what I think it was, was it? You and Barnes? You and Bucky?!!"

You groaned, and rolled off Bucky, his thick warm cum sliding down your thigh, and you buried your face into his chest, flustered, still groaning; needing to hide your face at what had just happened. You felt him take the phone off your hand, and his thick voice started ringing into your ears.

"Punk. You really have the worst timings ever, don't you? You've really embarassed my girl."

You could feel Bucky looking at your form but you were beyond flustered to look up and face him, but you didn't miss it this time, the minute he said those two words; his girl.

"Yeah, there's nothing to talk about this, I'm bringing her back, and would've brought her back sooner, had you not disturbed us." There was amusement in his tone, so you finally looked up at him, and Bucky's palm flew to your face, his thumb now stroking over your cheek, and you found yourself smiling at him, the smile warm and heartfelt.

He pulled the phone off his ear, tossing it away, and sat up, holding you against his lap. The two of you were sitting in an awkward , uncomfortable position, with you sitting on Bucky's abdomen, your legs on either side of him, and him holding you by your dainty waist, but it didn't matter.

"I fucked up, didn't I?" You mumbled, looking up at him.

"I think you held him off really long, besides I can't blame you for screaming out my name, it did feel really good."

"Shut up, Barnes."

You stood up, grabbing your discarded clothes that lay on the ground, sliding into your panties while you could hear Bucky shuffle around, the sound of his belt jingling into your ears. For some reason, you felt at peace, and this sort of felt nice, not fighting with him for once, not wanting to rip his face off.

The two of you walked out of the shed, your hands entwined with each other's, and you slowly craned your neck towards him, raising a brow.

"What are we telling them? That I just managed to trip and fall on your dick?"

Bucky chuckled, pulling you closer, inkling his metal arm so he was now holding you by your waist, "tell them we're taking it slow, seeing how things work out. I'm sure they prefer us fucking , rather than us trying to wage war against each other."

You were looking at Bucky so intensely, trying to listen to his words, let them sink in, that you didn't notice a man walking towards you. Neither did Bucky. You were so engrossed, for you had never heard this man talk of those times, infact, he had never said anything remotely closer to you than curses and grunts. This felt refreshing.

"Well, look who's here."

A voice snapped you back into reality, a frown creasing over your forehead.

"Wallis?"

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Ice Ice baby

Wanted!Shoto Todoroki x hero!reader

Basically a request from my friend :D

Don't you just want to see this powerful boy helpless?

Warning! Cuffs. Handjob, orgasm denial

You navigated your way through the dark unnaturally cold alley ways. A thin layer of frost on the ground, looking as if someone recklessly dropped white paint and the droplets freely scattered all around. Except it was droplets of glowing delicate ice. Mid summer. You smirked as you followed the trail, getting more and more certain that you were closing in on the person you've been looking for as the tempreture dropped.

Your squad back there was absolutely demolished by this guy. Every last one of the idiots frozen in place in mere seconds and he just walked away from their pitiful pleas like he just swatted a bunch of flies. The thought made you click your tongue irked. 'Useless bunch of total morons.'

"Came for more?" He had his back to you, his head slightly turned to the side as he kept you in his line of vision, without actually having his eyes on you. Not to your liking, you'd much rather he have his attention on you and nothing else.

"More? More what? Your tiny little popsicles?"

That caught his attention as he turned towards you with a raised eyebrow. Truth was he was confused how you managed to escape his initial ice attack. Unless you were not there at the time he froze those heroes to the ground. Not a problem, you'd get a taste of his 'tiny little popsicles' soon enough.

"I wish I could stay and chat, but I don't have time for this ma'am." He raised his right hand, a harsh freezing breeze shooting off his fingers and turning into sharp ice around your feet on the ground. You inspected your heavy ice boots rooting you to the ground, then your eyes moved up to his arm, and just like you expected little patches of frost had already started to appear as he used his quirk again."farewell." He started to turn and walk away but the sound of ice cracking had him snap his eyes back on you surprised.

"Not gonna even tell me that I shouldn't move, or my frozen legs are gonna break and come off?" You said as you effortlessly pulled your other leg free from the shattered ice completely unbothered. Looking up at his surprised eyes you gave him a haughty smirk "I think you do have some time to spare now, what says you?"

He narrowed his eyes as he looked down to your legs then back up at your face "somone is not bothered by ice, I see. No problem. Got just the thing for you. You have a pretty face. Pity." He lifted his left hand this time and before you could react, a burning flame flew past your cheek making you wince quietly. More so from the shock than anything. "Ouch, going straight for the face, are we? Not very polite of you." You rubbed your cheek lightly before removing your hand garing at him, secretly loving the way his smugness wavering and fading.

'Nothing!?' His gaze was intenese as he looked for any sign of burn on your cheek, but there was none. How can one be immune to both Ice and fire?! He had never had to face this problem before and as much as he tried to hide his anxious expression, his face was slightly off. He looked nervous. You offered him an evil grin. Too evil looking for a pro hero. "Where did your sharp wit go now?"

He clicked his tongue annoyed as he raised both hands, launching himself at you. You didn't know what he was going to throw at you, but it didn't matter. It's not like you had to block or repel anything. Truth be told, You did take damage, you were just too quick to heal for him to notice that. He did not hold back on you with both his quirks.

~

His whole body was shaking and mostly covered in now a thick layer of frost as he froze you to the ground again, raising his left hand but all that emitted from it was a puff of visualized air from the contrast of cold and hot, with a pitiful dying hiss. "Damnit..." he breathed out too cold to do more now, you had made him over exert his limits and yourself had barely broken a sweat.

"Aw, what was that?" You chuckled as the familiar sound of cracking ice echoed off the walls of the dead end signalling you were free of your icy binds once again. "Are you done yet?" You walked to him slowly and intimidatingly. He tried to step back but his body was too cold and heavy for him to move.

"Looks like you are done." You said smugly as you pulled the quirk nullifying cuffs out, making quick work of binding his arms behind his back. His jaw was clenched as he tried to stop his teeth from colliding due to the cold. "So what now? Turning me in, little lady?"

You raised an eyebrow giving him a look as if he had said the most stupid thing in the world. From close up you could see why he was known as the Todoroki masterpiece. Not only his double quirk was very outstanding, he looked like such a unique specimen. Two colored eyes, each deep, sharp and threatening enough to make you lose yorself in 2 completely different worlds. A mop of two colored hair you were sure no one else could pull off withouth looking like a clown. A burnt scar on his left eye adding to his mature expression. Peculiarly handsome.

Now, you would normally hand him over, like he had logically assumed. But, at the very moment there was no need. The crimes he was wanted for were pesky little things, no murder or anything, more like an honourable thief. It was the person who wanted him caught that was a big fish otherwise he wouldn't even have to get wanted at all. And honestly you couldn't begin to give a flying fuck about what a big fish wanted.

You smiled and much to his surprise pushed him down flat on his butt, his back hitting the wall and he hissed out annoyed, but soon was distracted as you pushed his torso forward and re-did the cuff, his hands now bound behind him to a pipe. "... you are a pro hero, right?" He looked up at you suspiciously with narrowed eyes, getting a deep chuckle in reply.

IsgoungWht You raised your foot and even though he thought you were going to kick him, he refused to flinch away. However he jumped as you brought your foot down lightly resting it on his crotch, adding more of your weight till you were bent down to his eye level resting your elbow on your knee "You bet I am."

He groaned, frowning as his eyes darted between your foot and your face, annoyed but intrigued. "Your guidelines seem to have changed quite a bit from what I remem-Ngh!" Both his knees jerked up a bit at the sudden add of pressure.

You only smiled at him, running the back of your fingers over his jaw and under his chin, raising his head a bit "now that you've found time, you're actually chatty, huh?"

He puffed out his cheeks and glared up at you.

"what do you want?"

"Now we're talking." You grinned and removed your foot, sitting in between his legs "I have no intention of turning you in to that prick that wants you."

He studied your face carefully "... that much is clear."

You gently put your hand over his mouth and rolled your eyes "shhh I'm talking." You removed your hand raising an eyebrow and daring him to talk, but he remained unfazed and quiet. "Good. You see, what you did back there to my squad doesn't sit right with me, so what we're gonna do is you endure a bit of humiliation then I let you walk free. It's a win-win scenario, trust me. Deal?"

He didn't look one bit like he trusted you as he scrunched up his nose and raised an eyebrow "I don't know, doesn't look like I have a choice."

"Exactly."

Your grin widened significantly and you nestled comfortably between his legs looking throughly at his outfit for the first time. Black skinny jeans with a loose short sleeved shirt. Casual. You ran your palm up his bare arm, brushing off some of the frost that still persistently lingered. Your other hand wandered up his shirt curiously, fingers lingering on his prominent abs a little too long.

"You're weird."

He said maintaining a very intense eye contact. You rolled your eyes "you think?" He opened his mouth to retort but snapped it shut to suppress a surprised yelp, that instead escaped his lips in a strangled grunt as you pinched his left nipple hard.

You chuckled at the glare he shot you "oh wow, perky, are we? Is it for the cold?" Your hands moved down his body, fingers nimbly undoing his jeans. Eyeing him mischievously as he tried to discretely wriggle away from you to no avail "relax, I can warm you up."

"I'm fine, I don't need-..." he trailed off, watching curiously as you palmed him through the fabric of his underwear, running your fingers up and down his length, his leg jumping lightly in reflex as you squeezed down a bit too harshly, clicking his tongue annoyed once more. "I still have no idea what you want from me..." he grumbled eyes not leaving your hand as it dived inside to fetch his hardening cock, delicate fingers wrapping around it and lazily pumping up and down. "Improvise. You'll get it eventually." Your thumb rubbed over the head, squeezing a bead of precum out of it and smearing it around the tip. He hissed out a breath, twitching in your hand.

"Shit..." he did have a vague idea about what you wanted him to do but there was something oddly arousing about being helplessly bound to a pipe in a dead end at such a intriguing character's mercy.

~

He bit his lower lip to suppress his low grunts and moans, closing his eyes as your hand sped up, your other hand joining in to cup his balls and squeeze softly. His hips were bucking in your hands, abs bulging and rippling lightly in sync with your touch, covered in a thin layer of shiny sweat droplets. If his quirks weren't cancelled, he would be smoking with heat. Just as he was seeing white from the pleasure you stopped.

Again.

He threw his head back with a quiet sigh, opening his eyes "I should've known." He said with a breathy voice as he caught his breath.

You nod laughing at him teasingly "yeah you should've. Those sounds you make are very sexy though. Almost got me going too." He raised his head and smirked at you smugly "maybe you should give it a shot then?"

You shrugged your shoulders "tell me what I want to hear and I'll consider."

He chewed the inside of his cheek before finally giving up "...please." voice barely louder than a whisper.

"We've been over this, not enough." You scolded again. He sighed loudly "pleease!"

You smiled softly at him making him even more annoyed.

"please what?"

He narrowed his eyes at you before looking at you pleadingly "please finish me off and let me cum."

You grinned "nope, see you around, pretty boy." As you stood up and turned on your heels to leave.

"Wait what!? Not gonna Finish what you started?!"

you looked over your shoulder. It was the first time he looked this distressed

"I will. Later. We will meet again."

He growled and pulled at his restraints with a loud clinking noise "you can't leave me here like this! At least take these off and let me go!" He pleaded.

"I'm sure you can get out of them on your own. You're a big strong smart boy after all." You sent him a kiss from the entry of the alleyway as you winked and disappeared chuckling.

He growled hitting his head back on the pipe sitting there in silence for a while as he thought to himself.

'Strong smart boy'

'Smart boy'

'Smart'

...

!!!

"Bloody fucking hell! I'm going to get you back for this, I swear!" He grumbled angrily as he activated his ice quirk and froze the normal metal cuffs, breaking them and freeing his hands. He was basically not restrained at all this whole time! He smiled depite feeling like an idiot as he rubbed his raw wrists. He would be enthusiastically looking forward to seeing you again.

[getitinbusan]

Jungkooks full sleeve photo is the most coveted and valuable picture in the industry. Every photograper is waiting for him to slip up and show some skin. Hired by Dispatch to catch him when he's most vulnerable, will you be able get the money shot? 18+ Smut

Exposed

Scheduled to go last, Jungkook nervously stood watching Taehyung finish his session. Not only was the concept of the shoot strange for him, the photographer was also really sexy,  the guys had spent the day texting back and forth about her. Of course Tae had nailed it, they were looking for raw sex appeal and vulnerability but Jungkook was afraid all he could pull off was cute baby bunny. 

The next comeback was supposed to be about ego and personal identity, basically them stepping out of their fan assumed contrived personas. A more grown up take on their image was in order, and Jungkook just hadn't been able to figure out who he really was yet, let alone how much of himself he was ready to reveal.  

"Thanks Tae, you're a superstar" you high fived him as he gathered his stuff to leave. Jungkook apprehensively approached introducing himself.  His hair was long and wavy and his stylists chose a wardrobe of a loose fitting button down with ripped jeans and black combat boots. He looked delicious but it was a look you'd seen a million times on him in every other magazine spread.

"You look nervous Jungkook, what can we do to fix that?" His shy smile made him look so young. "I'm just not used to this type of shoot, I don't know if I can do sexy," he giggled at his own words.

Perhaps pulling him out of his shell would be harder than you thought, "I think we're going to be ok." You pushed his hair back a little and stared at him, "It's not the sexy that's lacking here, it's your confidence Guk. Sorry, is it ok if I call you that?" He nodded, "So where do you want me? You knew exactly where you wanted him but didn't want to make it look calculated.

Looking around the set you mused out loud, "I shot Tae on the couch and Jimin felt comfortable doing his in the shower so why don't we get you to take the bed" his eyebrow raised and his lips pursed together. "I heard you may be a bit shy so I ordered a closed set. It's just us okay? Why don't you go and just hang out on it and I'll get the lights set up." 

You looked over and he was laying on the bed texting, taking your time you wanted him to relax.  

Group Chat 

J.K: She is HOT. Her skirt is so short, holy shit. I have to shoot on the bed, should I make a move? Did anyone? 

Jimin: I made sure to "accidentally" splash water on her white shirt while I did my shower shots. She seemed immune to my charms 😞

Jin: We had to do ours outside too many people watching to openly flirt. 

Yoongi:JK, I'll give you a million won if you can get through your shoot without cumming in your pants. 

RM: So disrespectful, she's a professional. Those tits though 👌

"Are you ready to start?" You asked trying to pull his attention away from his phone. "Yeah,  I think I'm ready now." Moving around the room with the camera you tested several angels as he posed, laying back, leaning over, grabbing the pillow.

Shaking your head you weren't satisfied, "Jungkook, when you're at home relaxing do you wear combat boots?"

He laughed, "No, especially not while I'm laying on the bed." Walking over to him you bent down and started undoing his boots, "What about that shirt? Does it need to be buttoned right up? Maybe we could lose a few?" You threw his boot across the room, "May I?"

You asked tugging at the toe of his sock. "Ahhhh you're one of those foot people" he chuckled. "Well I'm not, but if I was, your feet are actually pretty nice." He blushed turning his attention to his shirt, "is this better?"

Leaning over you crumpled the sheets around him, it was 100% intentional that your breasts just happened to be in his face while you propped the pillow under his head. His hand moved swiftly to pull his shirt over his growing hard on, he was fucked and he knew it. 

"Looking better," you coached his posing as you snapped off a few more shots. "Just better?" he sounded disappointed that he couldn't pull sexy off for you.

"Will you trust me Guk?" You asked him as you stood up on the bed over him. Gulping hard he nodded, he wasn't sure what you had planned but being as he could see your panties he was sure he wouldn't mind. 

You set the camera down beside him and leaned down to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. Exposing his chest and abs you let out a subtle hiss, "well, that's something. Close your eyes okay… trust me, this is going to make the shot incredible."

Closing his eyes his brain went into overdrive trying to figure out what you were up to. Goosebumps took over his body when he felt you straddle his lap, your hands moved through his hair disrupting the perfection and your chest pressed softly against him as your mouth connected with his. His lips were soft and his tongue worked quickly to gain entry into yours. He was about to wrap his arms around you, when you stood up and grabbed the camera.

Snapping just as he opened his eyes in wonder, "What the fuck was that?" holding up the digital screen you smiled proudly. "This Jungkook, is sexy.  Look at your face, you look totally needy and unravelled. "Taking the camera out of your hands he inspected the photo and smiled. It certainly wasn't a side of himself he'd ever seen before. "Shall we continue then?" you asked. "I'm yours, use me however you see fit," he conceded.

"I was really hoping you'd say that," resuming you stance over him you took control. "Let's show them you're a man now, it's time for everyone to accept that you have desires, I'm going to put my leg in the frame and I want you to run your hands over it like you want me." Closer than before, he could now see your panties had little pink polka dots adorning them, "shouldn't be a problem" he muttered under his breath.

You egged him on, the camera clicking frame after frame, he was getting totally lost in the moment. Sitting up he wrapped his arm around your thigh and brought his face as close as he could to nestle beside your mound.  "Fuck Kookie, stay just like that but move your other hand so it's resting on the bulge in your jeans."

His mind was swimming with dirty thoughts as you spoke so frankly. You'd gotten him into a zone, was he just posing or was he just as turned on as you?

The answer came soon enough as you felt his hand move under your skirt. His fingertips ran over your wet panties and you could feel his breath on your thighs, "Is this sexy?" He asked while brushing his nose into your clit, "It's amazing Guk," Hooking his finger into the elastic he pulled your thong to the side and his warm tongue lapped against your folds. "That feels really good baby but we still have to get a few more shots. Let me take care of you okay?"

You tried to back away from his mouth but he got in a few last greddy sucks before detaching his lips and wiping off his chin. "You should have left that there, it would have made a great addition to the pictures."

He grabbed you around the waist pulling you on top of him  "Let's put it back then." You had to stay focused, "Can we take some with your shirt off?" You began running your hands over his chest, kissing his abs. He was hesitant, 

"I'm not supposed to show my tattoos, management won't let me." Moaning you sat up and took your shirt off, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

He couldn't help but stare at the metal piercings that ran through each of your nipples. "I don't care what anyone thinks about my piercings, I did it for me and for my pleasure, who gives a shit about anyone else's opinion. These tattoos represent you, you should be proud to show people who you really are."

He sat up with you still straddling his lap and let you push his shirt off down his arms. Your fingers traced over the details as you admired the artwork over his bicep.

"This is sexy, you having the confidence to do what you want with your body." Kissing your breasts he was lost in the empowerment you were giving him, "Do you know what I really want to do with my body?" You couldn't help but smirk, "I want to fuck you and I want you to take pictures while I do it." 

"That's one way to get the shot, fuck Jungkook I didnt think you would be so into this." Grabbing him away from your chest you pushed him flat on his back. You let your hands and fingertips admire his body before they made their way to his zipper.  Pulling it down slowly his cock strained against the elastic of his black boxers. Palming him gently you grabbed the camera with your free hand and took some pictures of him, "These are phenomenal Kookie, why don't you take the camera while I put your cock in my mouth." 

Pulling his boxers down just enough to free him, you smiled, "how the hell do you manage to look so innocent when you're walking around with this in your pants?"

His dick was a smooth honey brown that curved upwards, thicker than you thought he'd be with a beautiful cut tip. You saw the flash and looked up at him, "This ones for me." You weren't often the subject of photos but Jungkook was a photographer too and he'd decided two could play the game of directing the shot.

"Wrap those lips around me and fucking suck it," God you loved dirty talk. He wrapped your hair around his hand pulling it off your face, "that's beautiful, eyes up here,  look at me while you're choking on it."

Abandoning the camera to get lost in the pleasure, he fell back on the bed. Popping him out of your mouth he whined at the loss of sensation, "You want more Kookie?" he nodded. Laying on top of him you sucked marks onto his neck, "You want me to ride your beautiful cock?"

He still had his pants on, laying vulnerable, bare chested with his dick out begging for attention. Pulling your panties to the side you lined him up with your entrance and sank him deep inside you. The gutteral moan he let out was animalistic, he was so far gone in pleasure that you'd never seen a more beautiful surrender. He was calling out your name as you snapped pictures of his ecstasy,  sweat making his skin glisten under the set lighting.

You abruptly got off him, "why do you keep stopping?" You laughed at his desperate voice, "I want you completely naked Jungkook, I'm not done with you yet." He eagerly moved to get the rest of his clothes off and grabbed you so your bodies were pressed together.

He stared at you for a minute, tucking some hair behind your ear, "Why are you staring at me?" He smiled, "I want to capture this picture with my memory," he kissed you softly on the lips. Just as you started to blush at his tender response he smacked your ass and said "flip it over, I'm using the camera for this one."

Grabbing your waist firmly you laughed and squirmed as he wrestled you onto your stomach. "All fours babe," he commanded as you complied wiggling your ass at him, "I'm really into the bold side of you Guk." Positioning himself behind you he gave you a hard squeeze as he stuffed his dick back inside you.  He was rough with his thrusts and little cries left you every time he bottomed out. The curve of his dick had his head rubbing into your g spot perfectly, the pleasure and pain brought you to orgasam quickly as you clenched around him milking his cock as he came hard inside you.

"Hold still," he demanded, grabbing your camera you could hear the clicks, "so fucking beautiful." Laying down together spent he pulled up his final shot, his cum was dripping out of your pink abused pussy. "I think this one's my favourite."

As much as you wanted to lay here in post coital bliss, you still had a job to finish. "This is it, the final shot, Jungkook all fucked out." You arranged the top sheet to just cover his tired cock, pubic hair peeking out, muscular tattooed arms on display, sheets disheveled, hair wild and a grin that could only be caused by one thing.

"That's a wrap" 

[moonstruckbucky]

19. "Shouldn't we be watching the movie?"

You didn’t say who so dealer’s choice.

A light tap of knuckles on your door pulls your attention away from the fluffing of your pillows. Body warming over the thought of tonight, you feel no shame in skipping to the door and throwing it open.

Dressed down in a long-sleeve and sweatpants, feet bare, Steve Rogers is still a marvel to behold. He’s nibbling on his bottom lip, doing wonders to your insides as they tie themselves in knots.

“Hi Steve.” It’s a struggle to keep the breathiness out of your voice, the mere sight of him has your blood pumping.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Him and those fucking pet names are going to kill you. Despite the fact you’ve had approximately six dates, he still kisses you on the cheek chastely. It prompts a longing tug deep in your belly.

“So I figured we’d cross the next movie off our list, so it’s Die Hard tonight.” You wave the DVD at him as he seats himself stiffly on your bed.

It isn’t the first time his hulking frame has taken up the space, but he’s still as hesitant and unsure as ever. You vow to fix that.

Tonight, if all goes well.

“Sounds good to me,” he agrees with a shy grin.

Popping the movie in, you settle beside him, reach with one hand to open your bedside drawer where you’ve stashed snacks. Steve arches an eyebrow at the number of baggies you toss him.

“Sam likes to steal my shit.”

He picks up a bag of Doritos and focuses on the movie.

Each passing minute is spent horribly distracted. No longer focusing on Bruce Willis, all that occupies your thoughts is the man beside you. Warm, firm, and much too far away. A fluttering in your belly, you scoot closer to him, start with laying your head on his shoulder.

He turns his head, just barely, before looking back at the TV. So far so good.

A few minutes later, a leg thrown over his muscled thigh. It clenches beneath you as his shoulder stiffens. Relaxes a second later until your hand drifts over his belly, relishes in the firmness of his ab muscles.

He shifts in his seat, clears his throat, inhaled sharply when your hand ducks beneath the hem of his shirt. His skin is scorching under your palm, the muscles flexing.

His breathing changes; just barely, but at your proximity you notice. A subtle but heavy shift in the air, tension pulled and stretched between you. Explosions on the screen as you tilt your head up, his marble-sculpted jaw inches from you mouth. It’s all too easy to lean forward, brush your lips across the skin just under the bone.

He shudders, tries to shift away as your hand just dips beneath the hem of his sweatpants.

“Y/N, wh-what are you,” cough, “up to?”

God he’s cute.

“Nothing.” Coy, teasing, as your tongue slides between your lips to join the party. A lock here, a nip of your teeth there has his pulse racing.

Your fingers dip lower, barely brush the best of coarse hair between you and your goal. You have to clench your thighs when a quiet whines escapes the back of his throat. Bingo.

Your mouth moves to his ear, pink of your tongue tracing along the shell, and out of the corner of your eye you see his hand grip the sheets. Down below, the heat of him has your mouth watering, fingers just drifting across the base of his hardening shaft.

Poor Steve, trying so hard to resist but you double your efforts. A choked noise as you finally grip him, moan quietly at the feel of him—thick, heavy, hot, velvet-soft yet hard as granite. Vein pulsing on the underside.

“Sh-should—shit—shouldn’t we be watching the movie?”

You grin, Cheshire, at his attempt to dissuade you, but now that you have him in the palm of your hand, how the hell are you supposed to stop?

His eyes are wide, blue swallowed by black as you straddle his knees, tuck curious fingers into his sweats and tug. Large hands on your wrists keep his pants up, cheeks flushed with desire you know he’s almost ashamed to feel. Poor Steve; you almost take pity on him, but the warm wet between your thighs won’t let you. Six dates and you haven’t been able to touch him.

“C’mon Stevie.” Voice liquid fire, dripping in want that has him swallowing heavily. Fingers tremble as he lets you go, honest to god whimpers when you slide the material down his thighs, cock jumping free. You smirk.

Cap goes commando.

Tuck it away for future use, you resume your task in shimmying his sweatpants all the way off, toss them behind you and marvel at the sight of him.

He’s beautiful. Long, thick, proud where it curves up towards his belly. A thatch of dark blonde curls at the base. Thick vein on the underside, it bobs at your scrutinization. Steve has his eyes closed, arm thrown over them. Your heart feels weightless in your chest.

“Steve,” you murmur, sit forward a little to pull his arm away. Blue eyes closed, face flushed bright red all the way to his ears. “Honey, look at me.”

Long eyelashes flutter as his eyes meet yours, duck away, float back. You smile gently, press forward and kiss him.

“You’re beautiful,” murmured against his mouth and followed up with a teasing lick to his top lip. “Let me show you, hmm? Please?”

His exhale is shaky, massive chest trembling as he cups your face, sweeps your hair from your face. Tongue swipes across his bottom lip, and he nods. Just once.

A gentle smile, and your hands drift south again. This time, he sighs, watches you intently as you show him just how much you appreciate him.

Smut Drabbles

[allyoucanthinksmut]

Don’t- Dwayne Johnson Smut

Requested:  hii, i was the one that asked about the dwayne johnson one. i was thinking that like, y/n is a friend of dwayne’s daughter and when she falls asleep y/n seduced him and he teaches her a lesson if ya catch my drift. (; (you are 18 in this btw.)

You sat on your bestfriend Simone's bed. You two had just finished watching Smackdown. You wished her dad Dwayne was still wrestling. You loved watching him. It was wrong but you had a thing for your bestfriends dad and you wanted him so bad. You had been trying to tease him the past few weeks when she was asleep. He always stayed up til like 3 and she went to sleep at 11. Only an hour left you thought.

"What do you want to do?" You asked looking over at you. You were wearing shorts with a hoodie on and long socks with bows on the side.

"I'm hungry." She said getting up. You followed her to the kitchen passing by her dad on the couch. You looked over at the back of his head wishing you could see his face. You two got to the kitchen deciding on pizza rolls. You were waiting on the oven to heat up when you heard a deep voice say, "Don't burn the house down."

You turned around and giggled. "I'm an amazing cook." You said to him. You bit your lip as you looked at him. You saw your bestfriend turn around so you stopped.

"Go away dad." She said shooing him. He just laughed shaking his head before walking out going back to watching football. You finished the pizza rolls before getting ranch and heading back upstairs. You guys ate the food while watching the masked singer. She ended up falling asleep 30 minutes after you ate. You got up and hopped in the shower only washing your body. You got out and put your Victoria secrets underwear on before putting on a oversized sweat shirt. You butt poking out slightly. You put your hair up into a messy bun before putting a little mascara on. You looked at yourself before getting your other long socks that were black with red bows on them. You smiled at your outfit before heading to the kitchen. You walked in knowing he would come in here and say something. You went over to the cabinets going for the cheez it's you knew were on the top self. You reached up to grab the box hearing someone clear their throat. You turned around seeing Dwayne looking at your ass. You smirked slightly before turning back and continuing to reach for it. You started to jump slightly knowing it would make your ass jiggle. You felt body heat as a head came into view. He reached up and grabbed them. You got down grazing your ass onto his crotch. You could've sworn you heard him groan. He gave you the box before turning around. "You need to put some clothes on." He said.

"I'm about to go to bed so it doesn't matter." You said opening the box. "Will you help me onto the counter?" You asked batting your eye lashes. It really was hard to get up there but you also loved when he touched you at all. He huffed before walking back over to you. He stared at you for a second before grabbing your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you up onto the counter. You took this opportunity to pull him in by your legs. He put his hands on the counter clenching his jaw. He unwrapped your legs before pulling back. You went to grab his shoulders but he caught your wrist.

"Don't." He said sternly. "You have been trying to tease me for weeks now. It stops today." He says throwing your hands back at you.

You jumped off the counter standing up straight. "I know you want me just as much as I want you." You said getting in his face.

"You are my daughter's best friend." He said pushing you back. "We cant." He said shaking his head.

"Yes we can." You said trying to kiss him.

"Are you nuts?" He said pushing you down.

"Yes I am. I know it's wrong but I want you so bad it hurts. Every time I see you I just want to hop on you and take you and then cuddle you to sleep. You make me have thoughts I didn't even knew I could have. I have hid it for 5 years now and I can't anymore. I need you or I'm going to explode." You said breathing heavily from how fast you said it.

"Ah shit." You heard say before he pulled you to him crashing his lips on yours. You moaned into his mouth putting your arms around his neck as his went around your waist. One of his hands came up to your face as he brought you closer. "This will only be a one time thing." He said pulling away taking his shirt off.

"Agreed." You huffed starstruck. You knew this wouldn't be the only time. You wouldn't let it. You needed him all the time he was like a drug to you. "Jump." He said picking you up. He kissed you once again bringing you to the counter. He ripped your shirt off grabbing your boobs.

"God damn." He muttered kissing you again as his hands went around your waist pulling you flush against him. You moaned when he did. Your hands reached under his shirt to pull it over his head. You ran your hands down his abs feeling them. You had wanted to feel them for so long and now it was actually happening. You heard him groan as you did. All of a sudden you were lifted up off the counter.

"Where are we going?" You asked giggling.

"Somewhere we can do whatever we want." He said biting your ear. He went to the basement door and opened it. This was his room. It was like a whole apartment down here but he wasn't down there often. He was really about being in his families life all the time because of his schedule and everything. You had never actually been in his room as you admired everything before you felt yourself being thrown on the bed. He slide down his pants before sliding in on top of you. He immediately went into kiss you with so much passion you almost came right then. A loud moan escaped your mouth. This seemed to trigger Dwayne as he started to thrust his hips into you as he kissed you neck. You started moaning really loud as you threw your head back. This was really happening you thought. It felt like a dream. You put her hands on his arms pushing him back.

"I want you inside of me." You said flipping him over. He growled as you did this. He leaned up and pulled your face to his kissing you.

"You are really hot like this." He said grabbing your hips and grinding them on his. "But I'm teaching you a lesson right now." He said flipping you back over. He pulled both of your underwear off before getting in between your legs. He reached between you two rubbing you clit. Your head fell back as you gripped his shoulders. "Right now I'm getting you back for all the teasing you've been doing for the past few weeks." He said as he gripped your throat. He continued doing what he was doing as he leaned down and bite one of your tits. "From now on you wear decent stuff around my house." He said right beside your ear before biting it. You let out a loud moan at his words. "You will stop brushing up against me all the time. The games stop now." He said before pulling away from you. It was only for a split second before he thrusted himself into you. You threw your head back as your eyes rolled back. He let you get used to him kissing you. "I want you to look at me while I destroy you." He said. His words went straight to your core as you looked up at him. He threw your legs over his shoulders before he started pounding into you. It wasn't long before you was screaming which made him have to put his hand over your mouth as he slammed into your repeatly. You swore you came with every thrust as you clenched around him. His groans were heard throughout the room as both of you were in bliss. You two kept eye contact the whole time. "Fuck." He groaned as he bit down on his lip. "I'm going to cum." He said. He continued to thrust a few more time before pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

You admired him as he sat there huffing. It shocked both of you as you blurted. "I love you." He looked up really quick standing up.

"You can't.......we can't......im sorry." He said getting a towel and coming over to you and cleaning you up. Before he could walk away again you jumped up and wrapped yourself around him smashing your lips on his. His kissed back immediately shoving you up against the nearest wall. He didn't pull away until you moaned into his mouth. He backed up rubbing his face.

"We can't fucking do this. If Simone finds out she would hate both of us. I don't feel the same way for you so just stop." He said huffing.

"Then why didn't you pull away whenever I kissed you. Why did you kiss me back with as much passion as I kissed you with. And why are you trying to deny it." You said walking up to him.

"Because your my daughter's bestfriend and I shouldn't feel these things for you." He said grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you flush into you picking you up a little in the process. "I do feel these things for you and it's wrong but goddamnit I don't know if I can stop now." He said putting his forehead on yours.

"Then don't." Was all you said. The rest of the night you two made love in every inch of his room.

[aryareyes]

The moment our eyes met...

Chapter 2

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JUVIA'S POV :

The cool air brushed my hair and sent chills on my spin as I watched my hometown through the car window. Further I go further I felt the same familiar warm feeling inside me as the first time.

- " Juvia? " I turned to face Jellal at his call.

- " Are you okay? " he asked concerned. I gave him a reassuring smile in response. As he seemed unconvinced I added  " Jellal, I'm fine. Really ". He smiled softly and turned to face the road.

- " Good we'll be there in five minutes, I'm not sure if there's everything you need there, let me know if you need something..." he stated.

- " All I need is a long bath and Coffee! " I retorted.

- " So you're too a coffee addict huh ?"  He grinned.  " Don't know what you girls find in coffee..." he trailed.

- " Dude! No coffee no life! Besides girls are not the only coffee addict...Don't be a sexist." I defended myself.

- " Ok.Ok. Maybe you're right but still it's more girls who are coffee lovers than guys..." 

- " Well you guys are smokers so we're even."

- " Hey! I don't smoke...I actually hate it!" He exclaimed offended.

- " I said guys not Jellal Fernandez" I chuckled and I rolled my eyes.  " However, we have a point in common..." I stated.

- " You hate smokers too ? " he asked.

- " Of course, I hate the fact they kill their selves so dumb fully! " I said back.

- " Agreed...and here we go." He was parking his car in front of the flat.

- " I'll carry your stuff your Majesty, you may go inside...here's the key..." he joked handing me the key.

- " Thank you my knight of shining armor." I countered him back. He laughed before pushing me inside the building. I stopped laughing by the by time, I arrived in front of Gajeel's flat which was in fifth floor, second door at left.

I opened the door and entered the apartment. It's little different from two years ago, it's more furnitures and decorations. Yet, it's simple and minimalist but cozy. I liked it. Weird, Gajeel is not too keen on decoration or house management. It's probably the girls doing. (AN : photo on media)

I didn't find him in the living room so I went to his room and he wasn't either. I frowned but then remembered what Jellal said earlier.  Gajeel couldn't come to get me because he had an impediment. I sighed, I was so excited to see him here. I shook my head to chase unnecessary thoughts. If Gajeel couldn't be here then it was really important. That doesn't mean he'll get away with this so easily, I'm gonna piss him off with this once he's back.

I then opened the curtains and the balcony door to let the morning sun light enter. Perfect. I stepped out on the balcony with my fireflies bottle in my hands and took a look at outside. It was nothing new, a town with small buildings and shops but not a lot. It wasn't crowded, it's calm and peaceful. Just like I like it. I saw a long river running in the middle of the town a took a mental note visit it.

I then hanged the fireflies bottle near the hanging flower pots on the balcony and went inside.  I entered the a room which I assumed mine because it looked unused. The other two are filled with things. One's Gajeel and the other seem more like a common room.

I looked at the untouched room which only had a bed, a dresser, a table with its chair and a small sofa with its stool. It looked like a hotel room to me, I added my room decoration in my mental notes. Though the fact that with my stuffs, it won't be so empty. That's when I looked around me. Where is Jellal ? It's been almost fifteen minutes I'm here and he won't take that much to bring my luggage here. through the lift for God's sake. Maybe he completely forgot? I went to the living room to see but no he's here. Where the hell is he ?

I need a bath and coffee to clear my head, I thought as I went in the bathroom taking a new towel in visitor's room, thank god, Gajeel thought about leaving a towel for visitors. I can take one of Gajeel's t-shirts until Jellal comes back with my things.

I closed my eyes as I felt the water on my skin, I sighed in content and made my self comfortable. Water always makes me feel at ease. I feel free, pur and natural in the contact of the water on my skin. I always have loved it since childhood. That maybe a reason why I like swimming and fortunately I'm good at it.

After a long hot bath, I wrapped the towel around my body and got out of the bathroom to find a t-shirt in my brother's room. That's when I regretted to not bringing it before, at the time I so wanted a bath and now the room is in the opposite side. I have to cross the hall to get there. I sighed and prayed Jellal shouldn't be here before entering the living room.

I was mid way in the hall when I felt the fresh air on my skin, with the rays of the sun light. I smiled in delight as I felt shivers on my body. I then frowned, before going in the bathroom I closed the window so how...

I turned to see a strong silhouette leaning against the edge of the balcony. I could see his biceps,his toned muscles and his sculpted abs forming a perfect V shape through his white t-shirt. He had a chiseled jawline and then all I saw is a back of the black mess of hair.

Shit. Was I really ogling on Gajeel? Beurk! I mentally slapped my myself and shook my head. I then remembered that Gajeel is just in front of me, I haven't see him for two years and now he's here. I squealed in my mind and approached him slowly and silently.

I stopped behind him before slapping his butt playfully. He jumped in surprise startled and I laughed out loud.

- " OMG! Your—Your reaction!" I laughed harder.

- " Why...are you so sur—surprised Metalhead ? Who...else will slap your... butt if it's not me ? Hmm... maybe you expected it to be your girlfriend..." I choked my own words as I was laughing throwing my head back. I had tears on my eyes and and my stomach was paining. So I stopped laughing with so much difficulty and narrowed my eyes at my brother's face as he was now turned to face me with his arms crossed against his chest.

Oh no. My expression turned into horror in a second, if I before was red from laughing now it's redder from embarrassment. I opened my eyes and mouth wide and blinked. And then shouted in shock.

- " Who—who—-ar—are you?! " I stuttered blushing and trying to pull the curtain to me as I suddenly become aware of my lack of clothing. I just had a thin white towel on my body for God's sake!

- " Who are you ? And what the hell are you doing in my house ? " I raised my voice as the stranger kept staring at me. Damn it. He's hot. He's such a handsome face—-Shut it Juvia! He's a fucking stranger! And you were drooling over him a minute ago and slapped his sexy butt.——Shut the fucking mouth of yours conscience! I was only saying the truth...——Shut it.

- " Excuse me, who are you ? " he raised an eyebrow.

- " I'm—-Wait, I don't even know you why should I tell details about me and for God's sake, you're in my house! Get out of here! " I retorted.

- " Geez...So you can slap a stranger's butt but can't say your name..." he smirked. It caught me off guard.

- " I—I—-I confused you with someone else—-" I said heat rushing to my face as the embarrassment took over me. "...Sorry...I swear I was confused that my brother's butt was flat and all but then I saw the black hair and..." mumbled as I bobbed my head down ashamed, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

- " So you think mine is well shaped..." he murmured with a smirk. I ignored him.

- " However that doesn't explain your presence here." I looked up at him frowning in anger.

- " It's our place so of course I'll be here! What I don't understand is who the hell are you?! " he retorted for the first time raising his voice.

Idiot. How dare he come in my house and raise his voice against me ?

- " How dare——"

- " Raindrop?! " That idiot and me turned to see Gajeel on the door.

- " Metalhead! " We exclaimed in unison and started at each other shocked then back at Gajeel.

- " Shit. I missed you troublemaker! " my brother exclaimed as he walked to my spot rapidly.

- " Fuck you! " I hissed at him. The stranger idiot laughed as Gajeel stopped a feet away from me and blinked, once he processed what I said, he gave me a death glare. But a second later his glare was directed to the stranger idiot as he was laughing.

- " What the hell are you doing here stripper!" It was my turn to laugh at the nickname and as if to prove Gajeel's says that idiot hadn't have his t-shirt.

I found my eyes wondering on his amazing torso and looking his cross chain curiously before getting back to my sense. The stripper idiot was now glaring at my brother and me. I bite my lip to bit laugh and I felt my cheeks puffed as I was controlling my laugher.

- " Who the hell is she?! " he asked irritated.

- " She's—" Gajeel started But I cut him off.

- " Oh! Mister, calm you ass down! Don't talk to me like this! "

- " Oh! Madam, Cut it off Ok?!" He retorted. I was about to reply when I looked at a dumbfounded Gajeel between us and then at him to see that he was doing the same as me.

I stared at Gajeel again then at him and couldn't control myself. I burst out laughing, along with him. Each time we tried to stop, just a look at each other's face is enough to double our laugher over.

After few minutes, I was leaning against the wall to support my weight and holding my stomach in pain. He was sitting in front me on the floor, now with his t-shirt on, seeming to be in the same state as me.

- " Man...I don't remember laughing this much in my life! " he exclaimed. I chuckled and nodded giving him a thumbs up as I was so tired to talk.

- " Ok. You know what I'm not even gonna ask why the hell are you two puffing like dauphins!" Gajeel said from the living room, I didn't saw him going there between my laughers.

- " That's a great idea Gajeel! " I approved wiping my tears.

- " Whatever. Raindrop this is Stripper prick, Stripper this is Raindrop" He gestured a hand between us lazily from the sofa.

- " What a great way of introducing people..." I said sarcastic. The other guy sneered and stood in front of me.

- " I'm Gray. Gray Fullbuster." He gave a hand with a handsome grin. My lips curved in a slow smile as I took his hand.

- " Juvia Lockser, pleased to meet you." I shook his hand giving him a sincere smile.

- " That's not what it seemed to be half an hour ago but guess, pleased to meet you too." He half-grinned. I chuckled.

- " So you're Gajeel's friend huh? "

- " Yeah...and you're flat butt's sister right?" He teased.

- " It'll hurt his ego if hear this..." I said in a small voice chuckling. He sneered.

- " Bless you. You're alive for all those years being Metalhead's sister." He mocked.

-" What did you say Ice prick ?!" Gajeel shouted from the kitchen.

- " Gajeel?" I called him sweetly.

- " Yeah?"

- " I need a coffee! Please!" I cried. I can imagine him rolling his eyes and sighing from here.

- " it's actually not that bad." I said to Gray. He chuckled before murmuring :

- " A free advice : next time don't slap any guy's butt." I blushed bright red and remembered I had only a only towel to protect my dignity.

- "Cover your eyes! Don't peek! " I warned him before moving myself from behind the curtain and sprinting to my room. I heard him laugh even after I closed the door. I leaned my back against it and I tapped my forehead in shame, with a small smile on my lips.