#And then a whole minute of him shirtless and giggling and I'm just

[mooseyspooky]

Im never going to fully recover from Johnny having an entire fucking back tattoo.

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Riding Toji in the morning...

Note: y'all I put my whole pussy into this... 1.2k words 🗿

Thank you for the help @saintkaylaa @xoxo-dede

You couldn't help but notice that Toji had morning wood every morning. It was normal right? It happened to every guy. At first, you try not to think much of it, pretending to stay asleep in the morning while he went to the bathroom to take care of it. It’s not like you wouldn’t help him out if he asked, but he never did. He didn’t want to inconvenience you this early in the morning, he thought. 

Until the day you finally built up the courage. You always woke up before him, spending a few minutes admiring the burly, sleepy man beside you. He always slept shirtless and in his boxers, giving you a good view of how his muscles flexed everytime he adjusted himself.  

Damn, he was gorgeous. In the rugged, rough around the edges sort of way. 

You’re so transfixed by his looks that you don’t realize that you're about to fall over his chest until you completely lose balance. You catch yourself before falling completely, your hand landing on his abs. Any normal person would have woken up but not Toji. He was still out like a light. 

Your fingers graze over his abdomen, your eyes fixated on his growing bulge. There it was again, the morning wood. You decide to take this as a challenge, how much teasing could he take in his sleep? Cautiously, you lightly graze your fingertips over where his shaft would be, his cock bobbing in response. Toji’s eyes flutter slightly as his lip twitches and you think you’re fucked. But no… heavy ass sleeper. 

With a little more pressure (and confidence), you press the palm of your hand down flat on his bulge and slowly rub against it. You let out a quiet giggle as you continue to rub his cock, excitement and pride growing in you. You lean towards his face to pepper soft kisses to his temple.

At this point, you’re growing just as wet as he was hard. You wanted him- no needed him to wake up. After a bit more rubbing, you decide to cautiously slip your hand down his boxers. You give his cock a firm squeeze, rubbing your thumb over the tip before looking up at him again. 

Nothing…

Damn, this man can sleep through an earthquake, you think to yourself. You peck his cheek again softly, your hands still teasing his shaft. You place another kiss and another, until you finally land on his lips. You freeze for a moment as his eyes flutter open. Green eyes immediately darting down to your hand. He closes his eyes again, letting out a deep groan.

“Fuck…”

You freeze as you look at him through your eyelashes, watching as he fights sleep. “Shh,” you lull, peppering his cheek with kisses. “Just go back to sleep.” you coo at him. Toji smirks at you, before closing his eyes again. “Someone’s needy,” he teases you. 

You run your finger over his tip again, causing him to groan again. “You know… you were hard in your sleep. I'm doing you a favor,” you reciprocate his teasing. 

“Oh yeah?” he mumbles, adjusting his position and putting an arm behind his head. You nod, your focus going back to stroking his cock. “You know what would help me out even more?” he asks. Curiously you look up at him and see a mischievous smirk on his face.

“What?” you smirk up at him, your hand keeping its pace on his cock. Toji holds back his whine, throwing his head back, “I-if you ride me.” He tries to compose himself, a soft grumble leaving his lips as he speaks. 

Your hand comes to halt, as you make eye contact with him again. Oh you weren’t done teasing him. “You have to say please, handsome,” you speak with a hint of playfulness in your words. Toji gave a quiet gasp as you spoke those words. His cheeks flushed slightly red and you don’t know if it’s from the summer heat or from the way that sweet pet name left your lips. Or maybe you do… 

“C’mon baby… say please,” You continue your mission, your index finger poking at his swollen tip. Toji mutters a curse under his breath before saying the words you wanted to hear. 

“Please… please ride me, woman.” He brings his hand up to his face to try and cover his embarrassment but it was too late. You were already hot and bothered and you planned to do something about it. 

“Good boy,” You purr into his ear with a giggle. Slowly moving to straddle him completely, using his chest to hold you still. Your fingers play with your lacy panties, moving them to the side, exposing your glistening cunt. Toji peeks through his fingers, watching your next move intently. You close your eyes, as you begin to slide down onto his length. 

The feeling of his fat tip, hitting that one sweet spot inside you automatically makes you dumb on his cock. And his girth and thick veins that run up and down the entirety of his shaft weren't helping at all. Toji just couldn’t tear his gaze of you, mouth slightly agape, as he watches his dick disappear in your pussy. 

Large hands come up to your hips before you could even move once. “W-wait…” Toji huffs, his breath shaky as he talks. “Move slow… I could cum right now…” He speaks with a whine, his voice a little lower than usual. 

You move just like he told you, painfully slow. Up and down on his length as Toji watches your every move. You look down at the man under you and fuck was it a sight to behold. Only you could see him like this, needy and whiny. His eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine, the heat in his gaze was filled with unspoken desire for you. 

Both your grunts and moans paired with the sounds of hot skin slapping against each other fills the room. You pick up the pace, riding his cock a little faster as the coil in your stomach flares up. 

So close. And it’s heavily visible on Toji’s face. Short, raven strands of hair stuck to his forehead, his eyebrows quirked together, eyes half lidded focused in on the way your cunt squeezed him. 

His hands grip tighter onto you, holding you in place. His thumb grazes over your clit. Fuck- that was it, just what you needed and even while being fucked out he knew exactly how to give it to you. 

“Fuck, fuck…”  He grunts loudly, reaching his climax. His hips sloppy buck into you, meeting your ragged movements. You finally reach your high, creaming all over his throbbing cock. He curses again, his hands shaking still holding onto you. Hot cum fills you right up as you ride out your orgasm. 

Your limp body collapses onto him. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him as you both catch your breath. After a moment of silent bliss he finally speaks up with a smirk plastered all over his face. 

“What a morning…” He mutters with a chuckle. 

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[author-ssi]

Singing in the Shower ~JJK

➜Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

➜Genre: Smut, One-Shot

Warnings: Description of Jungkook's body (and yeah that deserves a warning!), reader is feral for Jungkook (and who can blame her?), Jungkook is more than happy to indulge her (both orally and sexually). if you've taken all the hints in the warnings, then you're more than ready to start reading! [MDNI 18+]

➜Word Count: 2k

➜Summary: Post-workout Jungkook takes too long in the shower since he's apparently too carried away with singing rather than washing up. At the start, you have all the patience to wait for him; until you get frustrated... sexually.

"I'm done. I'm gonna get a shower", a shirtless Jungkook leans against the doorframe of your shared bedroom.

You glance up from your phone, your eyes immediately transfixing on his bare chest for a good minute before trailing down to his low-waisted jeans, the CK underwear waistband peeking through.

Thank God for that collab...

"Why did you work out while wearing jeans? You have a closet full of sweatpants".

When he answers that it was because he decided to work out on impulse, you simply shake your head in disbelief.

Classic Jungkook doing things on a whim.

"Alright, go. I'll wait for you so we can sleep together", you shoo him away, a soft smile gracing your lips nonetheless.

Jungkook chuckles before he slowly strides up to you.

You don't miss the way his bicep flexes when he presses his one hand on the bed, leaning over to lay a short but somewhat promising kiss on your lips.

"Mm, I'll be quick", he hums playing with his lip piercing, not drawing away from your lips just yet.

"You better", you whisper leaving another, equally promising kiss on his lips seizing the opportunity to briefly touch his broad chest, in the guise of playfully shoving him away from you.

He chuckles as he walks backwards, slightly cracking his knuckles, which causes his biceps to flex - a sight your eyes don't fail to miss yet again.

Except this time, he catches you in the act...

Smirking smugly, he winks at you before disappearing from the doorframe. You swear the teasing of this man will be the end of you!

~~~~

Alas, what you expected to be a few minutes of waiting, soon turned into a whole hour!

Honestly, you should have known by now that when the sound of the water running is accompanied by Jungkook's singing of various songs, his short shower session is bound to turn into an hour-long bathroom concert.

Most times, you just leave him to it; simply enjoying the sound of his melodic voice echoing through the bathroom walls and eventually reaching your ears.

However, his previous teasing has significantly lessened your patience making you daring enough to become a bit shameless.

Getting out of bed, you start to discard every item of clothing off your body while you make a beeline for your stalling boyfriend.

Upon entering the bathroom, you bite your lip at the sight of his bulky silhouette showing through the steamed-up shower glass doors.

"Mommy don't know Daddy's getting hot... at the body shop... doing something unholy".

Jungkook's too lost in his singing to notice you sliding into the shower.

What a coincidence; the title of the song totally matches your current thoughts about him.

You barely stifle a cheeky giggle at that, before you extend your hand towards him, grazing your fingertips over his shoulder blades and then sliding them down his spine.

Jungkook instantly halts his singing as if he suddenly forgot all the following lyrics, but still, he doesn't turn to face you.

Instead, he closes his eyes as he relishes the feeling of your hands running up and down his bare back, noticing how your breath gets heavier with each move.

When he finally turns around, what he comes to witness has his unrestrained cock instantly hardened.

You look absolutely erotic.

Your naked body has been decorated with water droplets from the shower that's still running behind him.

Your eyes have darkened - gaze so heated it sends blood right down his cock.

You were never the type of girlfriend to hide just how much you lusted over your boyfriend and that's one of the things he adores about you. In private (and sometimes in public too) you never attempted to conceal your thirst over his body and even if he'd tease you endlessly for it, in the end, he always indulged you.

Even now, he's almost tempted to make you beg for it and watch you slowly give yourself up to him.

Almost is the keyword here, because honestly right now, he is too horny for that...

His lips devour your own.

God, this man really knows how to kiss...

Your lips weave together perfectly in sync.

Jungkook's large hand slides from your neck to the side of your face, ultimately nestling in your damp hair.

Your arms snake under his own latching onto his massive back, dragging your fingers over the prominent muscles.

He hums against your mouth pressing his lips harder against your own, causing you to let out a breathless whine.

Hearing your voice seems to spur him on to slowly probe his tongue into your mouth.

One hand still tangled up in your hair, he presses his other on the small of your back finally pulling you flash against him.

You shiver at the contact, triggered not just by his wet skin but also by the intimate closeness you two suddenly share.

Too lost in the kiss, your legs step closer to him, your body pushing further up against him.

As a result, his own body moves back to the point where his back comes into contact with the bathroom tiles.

Their coolness causes him to grunt against your lips, his grip on you tightening, yet he refuses to break off your deep kiss.

By the time your mouth reluctantly parts from his, you're both breathless.

Jungkook's eyes trail down your heaving chest, a smirk playing over his lips at the way your perked nipples are rubbing against him.

"Come here, baby", he beckons with a low voice before he switches places with you so that you're the one whose back is currently pressed up against the bathroom tiles.

"Let me appreciate you", he hums eagerly laying a small, wet kiss on your jaw. He then leans over to your neck, starting to leave open-mouthed kisses and gentle nibbles on the skin.

Endless moans start spilling out of your mouth as he continues to ravish you, moving lower and lower until you realise that he's now kneeled in front of your pelvis.

With bated breath, you gaze down at him awaiting his next move; your bedroom eyes are more than enough for him to know exactly what you want him to do to you.

His tongue darts out to lick his lips suggestively and your thighs quiver impatiently, in desperate need of his face between them.

"Jungkook", you whine swaying your hips towards him, practically pleading for him.

"I know baby, I know", he coos at you pressing a wet kiss on each of your thighs, enjoying the way they once again quiver in need.

Finally heeding your plea, he flattens his tongue before sliding it over your folds, groaning contentedly at the sweet taste of your arousal.

You gasp, muscles going taut, as the pleasure spreads throughout your whole body.

"Let me hear you, baby", he rasps against your pussy, now starting to properly eat you out.

You don't need to be asked twice.

Your fingers tangled in his short hair, you lean your head back letting soft moans spill from your lips again.

Jungkook touches the blade of his tongue on your clit before starting to suck on it, earning the sweetest, little cry from you.

His eyes set on you, the intensity of his gaze being the testament to his fervour in pleasing you.

It's not until he starts rapidly lapping at your folds, like a man starved, that you feel the pulsation of your approaching orgasm.

"Jungkook, I'm about to-", you attempt to warn him but he seems to already know what you're about to say.

"Mm, yeah I know you love this, baby. I know this will make you cum".

He quirks his pierced eyebrow at you, giving your thighs a tight squeeze before getting back into it.

Your hips heatedly stutter when your entire body finally dissolves into pleasure, Jungkook gripping your thighs tightly to keep you in place so he can help you ride out your orgasm.

He swears he could gaze at your beautiful blissed-out face forever.

But he's not done with you yet...

"Why don't you turn around for me, baby?", he smacks his lips sloppily against your flushed pussy, making you jump at the sensitivity still too dazed by that orgasm.

And yet, unsteady as you are, you comply as you turn to face the bathroom wall.

Meanwhile, Jungkook has stood back up to position you properly; guiding your palms to rest against the white tiles and your back to arch towards them.

Oh, you're in such capable hands...

Soon, the sound of hips snapping against hips starts to resonate in the bathroom.

Jungkook grips your love handles tightly to keep you steady as your breasts are now pushed up against the bathroom wall.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good".

A loud whine is the only response he gets from you in return as you rest your cheek against the cold tiles, keeping your back arched for him.

Removing one hand from gripping you, he runs his fingers down the length of your back making you shudder.

But you know this serene stimulation isn't meant to last for long.

After all, Jungkook isn't known to be a patient man...

The sound of a slap echoes through the bathroom and the pleasurable sting on the skin of your ass signals the first signs of Jungkook's impatience.

Still, it catches you off guard.

Instinctively, you push yourself off the wall, your back now up against his chest.

"Didn't see that coming, huh baby?", he teases you before burying his entire length inside your pussy.

Gasping, you latch onto his shoulders in an attempt to keep your balance.

He immediately notices, wrapping one of his strong arms around your waist.

"Jungkook, kiss me", you pant angling your face to find his mouth.

Both your lips and bodies now joined as one, the two of you relish in the shared intimacy.

However, your current position soon alerts you of how uncomfortable it actually is.

Once again, reading into your discomfort, Jungkook draws the kiss to an end before slowly pulling out of you as well.

You whine in spite of yourself, bothered by the sudden feeling of emptiness, and quickly turn around to latch yourself onto him again.

Jungkook lets out an amused chuckle and grabs onto your hips, easily lifting you up against him and trapping you between himself and the wall.

You're about to wrap your legs around his waist, but the moment he fills you with his cock, you let out a hum feeling them go limp.

"Hold onto me, baby, yeah?", he urges you as his grip, now on your thighs, tightens and you wrap your arms around his shoulders instead.

When he starts thrusting into you again, setting a rhythmic pace, this time you rest your forehead on his, your soft moans mingling with his light groans.

"You'll give me one more, won't you baby? Such a good girl for me".

If you weren't already close by his cock rocking into you, you'd surely come undone just by those words of his.

"Yes, I'm gonna cum, Jungkook-", you gasp feeling the familiar waves of pleasure wash over you, bringing your orgasm ashore.

It feels as if your body melts against him and you relax yourself against him, gently hugging him.

"I'm not done yet", he states picking your almost limp body up and carrying you out of the bathroom.

His statement barely registers in your hazy post-orgasm mind, so your gullible self chooses to ignore it as you wrap your arms and legs against him, nuzzling your face against his neck.

He grabs a towel, one hand remaining around you to support your weight, and then heads back to your bedroom.

Spreading the towel over your sheets, Jungkook lays you on them and climbs over above you, eagerly guiding his cock to your entrance.

Your eyes, droopy from the previous pleasure, now widen in surprise.

"Jungkook, you can't mean-", you're about to protest when his eyes laser into yours, a predatory instinct shining in them.

"I said I'm not done yet".

[4pfsukuna]

Match my freak

Who knew arrogant playful and king of unserious antics was a cam boy? But can you match his freak?

Warning: Gojo is the warning. fingering, oral, back shots.

inspired by this, also this and especially this from twitter

part 2 here

“My glorious blue eyed king” you sweet talk into the phone a shrill tone in your voice. Adrenaline had still been pumping through your veins from the loud music of the club— it was supposed to be girls night with your friends. Until someone decided to climb on the speakers, fall and send blood across the floor.

“Flattery gets you everywhere with me” your bestfriend and ⅓ of your friend group rasp into the phone and he sounds slightly out of breath. “So you must want something” he deadpans and you release a dranatic gasp.

“How dare you?” You scoff the banter between you two stirred up so easily. The flash of police lights in the distance lets you know the club wont be opening back up tonight and why take the train an hour back home when he owns a penthouse in the city about 15 minutes away.

“Maybe i just wanted to check on you” you huff adjusting your lip gloss the wind blowing strands of your jet black middle part 30” bundles into it. 

“Mhmm. '' and he doesn't even try to make it sound believable and you shift on your feet the strap of your heels hurting but you refuse to take them off and raw dog the ground barefooted.

“You know— because I'm a good friend.” you add twirling the front layers of your hair around your finger.

“Sure princess” hes rolling his eyes playfully and you hear him shuffling through the phone.

“And i just couldnt imagine you being so lonely in that huge penthouse by yourself” you finally giggle into the phone hearing him chuckle.

“Uber black?” He ask the phone now on speaker and you can hear him typing into the phone.

“This is why youre my glorious blue eyed king” you tease before hanging up knowing your friends were about to start gushing again for the millionth time about how you two should just start dating since you flirted so much. But they just didn't understand your relationship it was similar to how you and Suguru were as well.

The car ride is smooth and he sends nothing but the best, when you arrive the driver opens the door, bids you a good night and only pulls off once he's sure you've made it indoors. Not wasting much time in the lobby you use the keyfob to let yourself up letting Satoru know you were close so he could have the door open.

“You look like a prostitute” he teases the minute he opens the door for you, taking in your outfit— a black mini skirt that exposed almost half of your butt cheeks and the crop top pushed your titties out so much they faced your chin and the heels… it was a suprise you didnt hurt yourself.

that playful demeanor that never dwindles when hes around you but you still punch him hard in his shoulder. 

“Ow! Id pay for you though” and this time he knows the hit is coming so he dodges creating enough distance between you two.

“Please, youre the one who answered the door shirtless bird chest out” you joke back letting your purse strap fall off your shoulder heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

“Just cause you gawk at my 8 pack and muscles doesnt make it a bird chest” he flexes running a hand through his snow white hair sending you a wink.

Before you could answer his phone rings and the black koi fish display picture lets you know it's suguru the 2nd of your friend trio.

“Yeah i gotta take this, you know where my clothes are” he tells you, nodding you setting your purse on the table and plugging your phone up to his charger. You weren’t a stranger to having sleepovers,  stealing his clothes and his whole bed. He actually enjoyed your platonic yet teasing relationship.

heading into his room everything is neatly in place except for his bed sheets and there's a light blue glow coming from his computer screen.

Ready to ignore it until you see your nick name for him on the screen “blue eyed king” and your eyes are instantly locked in on the saved livestream of him holding his dick in his hand. Being the nosy nancy you are you begin scrolling down seeing clips of him with a cock ring on, a vibrator on his tip and even one on some throne. Each video had a large amount of money next to it and some of the video's viewers count almost close to reaching the millions.

Each of them you notice he’s wearing his blind fold maybe to hide his identity, maybe its a kink people have you aren’t able to dwell more on it because his voice breaks your thoughts.

“—top shelf and you cant reach the—“ he stops in his tracks the arrogant smirk on his face falling once he notices what your eyes are on. He freezes completely once he realizes his fuck up hes honestly not even sure how much youve seen and hes ready to begin apologizing but his lips wont move.

You on the other hand have never seen thee Gojo Satoru freeze let alone have a deer in the headlights expression and you want to milk it but you can imagine the thoughts swirling in his head and the way his ears are burning red youd just have to committ it to memory and get him another day.

“Is this why youre so rich?” You ask glancing back at the screen and this time your eye catches the “audio only” tab and questions begin floating in your mind faster than you have time to form a sentence. But he knows you and knows whats coming he doesnt want to talk about it and hear you call him weird or disgusting so he rushes forward trying to play it off.

“Well arent you a peeping tom” his smirk returns as he goes to one of his closets grabbing an old jujutsu high tshirt for you trying to divert your attention but you dont take the bait.

“A peeping tom is someone who watches i was just a nosy nancy” you speak matter of factly before realizing what you said when his smirk broadens as he stands infront of you holding out the shirt and ready to close the screen. He doesnt expect for your hand to reach out and stop him.

“All of the dates are from friday nights, you go live then?” You ask and he tries to shake your hand off when did you get so strong?

“When you and suguru are typically to busy to interrupt” he finally gritts out still trying to keep a cool demeanor. Since this is the last thing he wants to talk about, hes ready to use his other hand but you grab that too the shirt falling on the floor between the two of you.

“Is me being here interrupting?” You ask curiously and his eyes meet your wide eyed curious expression and he hates when you give him that look or got serious with him. He loved the playful banter seriousness was for suguru not you.

“Of course not my first priority is making sure youre okay and safe” he tells you scratching the back of his head, you wish you could record this moment and save it cause gojo acting awkward when you were sure his only personality trait was an arrogant flirtatious know it all.

“So prove it, go live then while i'm here” you taunt and you couldn't blame the alcohol you only had 3 shots and you were sure they've worn off by now this was pure curiosity and a slight bit of arousal. But to Gojo it was a challenge he saw right through you.

“Fine” he shruggs looking at the time making sure it wasnt to late though hes sure hes built his fanbase up enough to the point of them waiting all weekend for him.

“And i want to watch” you tell him taking a seat on the desk looking around his room for a brief moment but his quietness grabs your attention so when your eyes settle back on him and he has his usual arrogant smirk you know hes about to say something stupid.

“Sweetheart if you wanted to see if my cock was really that big in person that was all you had to say” he teases crossing his arms not expecting you to match his stance.

“I do so chop chop glow stick boy and dont be shy. And stop calling it that its a dick” you tease at the cultural difference in the word.

Satoru positions you out of the frame, dims the over head lights adjust his blindfold and starts the live stream an alert going off to his subscribers that hes online.

A particular ding sound catches your attention and you look over seeing people are sending him money with notes.

$5 take it off.

$8 lose the sweats

$9 jerk off through the sweats.

$3 tease us.

$20 to grab it through the sweats.

$15 to show off your happy trail

$40 to say hi princess

$10 to say hi princess

And he chuckles licking his lips. No way he just made $100 and hasn’t even said a word, pretty privilege is real.

“Hi princess” and your mouth waters slightly it was the exact same tone he used with you and although he had a blind fold on you knew he was looking directly at you.

Its not long before his pants are around his ankles and his boners peaking through the cotton gray boxers, a wet stain from the precum as grips himself through his boxer's voice getting heavier with lust.

Its when he hooks his thumb in and lowers it exposing his sculpted  vline even further, then his happy trail that leads to his neatly trimmed white bush and finally his long length with a slight curve and pink oozing tip.

For the first time that night your legs rub together and it doesn’t go unnoticed by satoru. He instead decides to make a show taking longer pumps off his length putting emphasis on his curve and smearing the precum letting out little exaggerated groans.

There's a constant stream of dings before he chuckles heavily and this time you cross your legs a weird stir you’ve never felt before heats up your core listening to how deep his voice is.

“Yeah i am more vocal tonight with— mnnnffff- my groans. I have an audience” he tells his viewers and a few more dings come through.

$10 thats so hot

$50 fuckkkkk imagine being in the room with him.

$51 id pay to be in that room.

$30 why am i hard (im a girl)

“She’s actually the reason I’m streaming tonight so say thank you to her” he admits and the dings start shooting faster

$5 thank you

$37 there is a goddess

$60 thank youuuu

$90 thank you to the blue eyes’ princess

“Look at how much you made” he tells you a silent promise he'd give those tips to you before chuckling at the princess comment. “Shes such a good girl”

And that comment has you rubbing your legs together once more. When did it get so hot in here?

“You ok, princess?” He ask licking his bottom lip slowing down his pace his eyes focused on the thickness of your brown thighs squeezing together. You nod but thats not enough for him. “Come on use your words for me” he stays in character forcing you to speak.

“Yes Toru, i-im okay” your voice is soft and sultry and he definitely has never heard it that low it does something to him and he has to change his focus before this whole thing is over to fast.

 A few more dings ping through at the sound of your voice

$19 she sounds hot

$23 fuck there is another person there

$45 ugh i just know hell talk you thru it

$30 the stutter was so perfect

$50 her voice is so sext

$2 sexy*

$35 she sounds so innocent

“Innocent? She’s anything but! she actually has a cute little but plug in right now” he scoffs before letting spit drop from his lips onto his dick and your fingers grip the seat he takes notice smirking at you now. Your jaw drops and you honestly aren’t sure if its from his action or words.

“Feeling tense over there? You are the one who wanted to watch” he smirks before biting his bottom lip only to stiffle a mosn.

“It looks cute with my skirt!” You snap back wanting to defend yourself but that just sends the dings back in action with pleas to show them the plug.

“No” he immediately tells them not thinking it Would go that far and honestly wanting to respect your boundaries, this wasn’t something the two of you talked about and he wasn’t going to put you on the spot.

But you stand stepping into the view of the camera bending over slightly to show a glimpse of the plug. It's silent between the two of you. The only sound is the dings and comments. The light reflects of the body shimmer on your brown skin perfectly.

He doesn’t realize he’s frozen after you sit down for a moment in complete shock you quite literally showed your ass. A thick bead of precum rest at his tip and he had to take a deep breath to not cum right there.

“She's such a cock tease isn't she” and that spurs you on. You're quick to stand again though before you can get fully in frame Satoru stands black scarf in hand as he ties it around the lower half of your mouth protecting your identity.

The minute he finishes youre bent over, slight arch showing the ring and Gojo decides fuck the comments at this point and the new viewers and subscribers. Sitting on the bed next to you he arches you forward even more now giving a slight view of the wet spot on your cherry red panties.

But your pussy lips are so fat they suck in the fabric giving more of a view though it blocks the ring. Slowly reaching out to grab the string of your thong he notices you don’t even flinch at his fingers brushing your core. He hooks a second finger in sliding down to your lips, knuckles brushing against your clit making you whine slightly.

The sound pulls him from his heaven and his face is instantly lined up with yours.

“Im sorry sweetheart, you don’t have to do this” he quickly apologizes and it dies on his tongue with the eye roll you send him.

“What? I just want to know if i can have the money they send… it’s only fair since its my ass” you ponder making your butt jiggle with a shake of your thighs the dings of money increasing as you prove your point.

Pulling up your mask enough to reveal your lips Gojo leaves a sloppy kiss tongue tangling with yours over you lean back into it.

“Hollow. That’s your safe word. Say it and I’ll stop, okay?” He chases your lips once more sucking on your bottom lip before adjusting your mask and going back to your thong.

Spreading you open, Satoru feels his dick twitch watching the wet sticknyess pull apart on your folds followed by the soft sound it makes.

$38 shes so wet

$57 you can hear the wetness

$50 you can see how wet she is

His fingers trace further down your lips spreading your puffy folds, admiring so much he almost forgets what is happening. He sucks a long digit in his mouth before slowly pressing it into your hole with slight resistance because you’re so tight.

Your soft gasp makes him pull out even slower rubbing the juices on your clit in circles before pressing the digit back in. Having Satorus finger in you wasnt at all how you thought your night would go but as he starts pumping with a particular curl you let out soft moans.

“Your pussy is so pretty and wet princess” he rasp adding a second finger smacking your ass with the other hand. The sharp sting is followed by a soft rub and you can feel yourself getting wetter the more he pumps his fingers. 

He uses his other hand to circle your clit, leaving open mouth kisses on your hip playfully nipping a cheek.

“Mmphhh…fuck toru” you moan softly pushing back slightly on his fingers when he applies a tad bit more pressure to your clit. But theres a slight hesitation to his actions you can tell a part of him is nervous to break the boundary but his fingers are already inside of you.

“Toruuuu please” you whine clenching on his fingers and hes not sure what does it but he begins pumping his fingers faster with more force. Your moans come out louder at a particular curl of his finger making his breathing heavy.

“Tell me how good it feels princess” he demands but there's a slight whine to his voice as if he needs it, needs to hear how good he's doing. Of course he has a praise kink. 

“Sooo good, feels so good” you whine equally as needy he pulls his fingers out popping them into his mouth letting out a groan of his own. He twist his fingers in your core once more before licking all over them savoring your taste.

“I want you to ride my tongue” He husk out, applying a lot more pressure on your clit making you lurch forward the wetness running down your legs now. You nod and he's on his knees in no time head between your legs and tongue licking over your underwear. 

Your leg buckles and hes quick to use the moment as an oppurtunity to place a hand on either cheek massaging and spreading as he devours your clit through your underwear. It was so needy he was at your complete mercy like this and you loved it you could feel the wetness gushing out of you. 

He finally rips your underwear off and latches on to your clit licking, sucking and flicking his tongue while pushing another finger in your core.

“Fuck toru” you whine the pleasure shooting through your whole body a hand sinking into his hair with a light grip which only spurs him on. 

“Taste so good” He moans watching you from his spot beneath you before leaving two sharp smacks on your left cheek groaning at your wetness.

Adding two more fingers before he begins to move faster the squelching sounds increase and when his long slender fingers hit a spongy spot inside of you, your legs buckle.

“You gonna cum for me?”he asks and you know this little pervert knows there's a teasing tone in his voice that never leaves no matter how horny he is. You love it!

“T-toru im��nghh” your body clenches as the first orgasm of the night builds up your hands tightening up in his hair “fuuuuuck” you moan, the juices dripping down his face but he keeps going letting you ride through your orgasm.

His fingers slow down enough for you to catch your breath and when you turn to face the monitor you catch sight of him pumping his dick in his hand. He hasnt stopped licking though instead now hes licking up every drop of your juices messily and its smearing on his face down to his chin and chest.

The sight has your mouth watering again and this time you grind against his tongue at a slow pace and his hands slow down to match your grind. His tongue trails down to your hole thrusting in and out and when you grind faster his fist pumps faster his groans becoming louder and frequent borderlining whimpers. Its when his tongue slips even further back dancing across the plug that you yank him by his hair.

“Toru!” Your voice cracks and his chuckles vibrate against your core in typical Gojo fashion to laugh at everything.

“Mmmm sorry princess, got carried away” his muffled voice speaks, devious tone in his voice still. His hands reach up to pull your skirt and underwear down but he ends up tearing them both off in the process along with your shirt as he stands up.

“Sorry princess” he repeats though this time before you can process his mouth latches onto a brown nipple swirling a tongue around it as he pinches the other pulling a moan from you switching nipples and repeating the process.

Slowly sitting on the bed he turns you pulling you back up against his chest and props your legs up so the camera has a perfect view of what hes about to do.

$30 ive already came 3 times

$10 hes usually a dom but subbing 4 her

$17 are they both switches

$60 theyre giving us more!

$65 her pussy is so pretty

$8 this is my last $8

$13 is she a switch too?

He chuckles wrapping a hand around your neck fingers trailing back down to your clit as he uses his middle finger hes watching the camera and it seems like hes watching the camera but hes really watching you. The way your brows furrow, your eyes alternate between fluttering and squeezing shut has him in a trance, you were so responsive and hes waited so long for this hes not sure if he should take it slow or completely slut you out.

Pushing a finger in your core angled at that spongey spot a loud squelch has your hips bucking into his palm with a long drawn out moan that goes straight to his dick. Using his hand on your neck he forces your head to stay directed at the screen and watch yourself as he picks up speed pumping harder.

“You look so pretty spread out and open for me like this” he praises, kissing the side of your head before his lips trace down to your ear nibbling and groaning in it, sending another shock of pleasure to your core, making you clench.

He's reveling in having you this close feeling the heat of your gorgeous brown skin contrasting against his pale skin, the way your hands are gripping onto him the way your eyes float from watching him through the screen to looking down between your legs.

“Oooh you got wetter when i moaned in your ear, you like that? Or is the praise” he ask grinning when your hips lift to buck into his hand again. You wrap a hand around his bicep nails digging in lightly as you try to adjust the pleasure building to much and too quickly, but he removes his hand from your neck and pushes your hips down slapping your clit.

You're losing your mind equally as much as him, his cool hard chest pressed into your back, the rich yet light scent of his expensive cologne and the way his soft lips are never off your skin for long. The attraction had always been there but never acted on it for unknown reasons. You were contempt with keeping him as a friend and if that meant being a cam girl and receiving endless orgasms for tonight and never talking about it again you were completely fine with that

“Keep being a good girl for me baby,” he rasp out picking up speed. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect, so tight and gushy i cant wait to feel you.”

The knot begins to build in you at your words your hips with a mind of their own and he slaps your clit twice more. He knew exactly what to say, exactly how to talk you through it without being overly aggressive. Dare you even call him a soft dom.

“Youre so gorgeous, you smell good—“ he breathes in your hair. “Taste good” and he licks down your neck.

“Sound good” and he thrust his fingers harder into your spongey spot making the squelching louder and a “fuck” falls from your lips.

“Your my good girl, my perfect fucking girl” and you feel his hips begin grinding into you from behind your hips trying to match his along with his thrust leaving you a stuttering mess. 

Your mind and legs were equal parts mush from hearing him say that alone and it's suddenly clear why he had audio clips as well, he would do such a good job at talking anyone through it with the constant praise with the perfect amount of sluttyness to it.

“I want you to cum for me princess, show daddy how hard you can cum all over my fingers. I want this pretty pussy to gush for me” he stutters slapping your clit as he thrust harder and faster not caring about your hips anymore because he had a firm grip and knew what was coming.

When your nails dig in one arm and tries to push the other away he chuckles slapping your clit even harder.

“T-toru i— nnghhh. Im g-gonna…” you whine throwing your head back feeling your whole body lock up this time feeling different from the first.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me go ahead show me how pretty you look wh—“ his words are cut off by you squirting your whole body shaking as you do and he cant stop fingering you through it enjoying the way youre wetting up his hands and legs.

“Oh fuck! Feels so—FUCK” and youre gushing even more before the prior one even had time and being the bully he is satoru doesnt spare you he slaps your clit harder listening to your voice get so high. 

“Toru i-i cant… i cant” you whine But youre getting to close to the edge of the bed from sliding that he has to pull you back yet he doesnt stop hes already decided he wants to fucking ruin you, overstimulate you sol when you think about it in the future you cum from the thought.

“Cant whaaaaat?” He drags out turning his slaps into rubs on your clit but the speed is still there and from the way your eyes are rolling into the back of your head he has no intentions on slowing down.

“I cant take it… fuck… i” you breathe nearly choking trying to escape his grasp but he holds you tighter watching as your brows furrow in pure pleasure body convulsing “i cant” you dry sob

“You crying?” He chuckles, slowing down slightly but it doesn't matter, his fingers are still twisting inside of you in ways that you're sure is a way to pull your soul from your body.

“You can take it and you will cum one more time for me and i promise to stuff you full of my cock” and thats the magic words because you're gushing on his fingers again at shock of how much could actually come out of your body.

“You did so good baby, ‘m gonna give you what you want” he promises propping up two pillows and positioning you on your belly on top of them smiling at the way youre to weak to move which was his plan. Satoru loved your friendship as much as you did, loved you as much as suguru but had you given him the chance to fuck your he’d make it worth your time he just couldn’t be childish and jackrabbit or even cum to quick. 

He also knew you were to competitive and dominant if you felt like he was fucking you to intenseley youd fuck back and the thought has had hin cuming in his hand in under 5 minutes multiple times. Rubbing his tip against your folds a few times he watches as your slick covers his tip and if this was a dream he’d want to die in his sleep.

“My pillow princess” he chuckles though before you can retaliate hes sliding all 8 inches in filling you to the brim and his fingers wrap around to find your clit again making your jaw drop and eyes roll back.

“Fuck baby, your pussys so—nnghh” he groans thrusting slow but deeply he slightly repositions trying not to cum to quick but fuck you were so warm and squeezing him so tight he was glad he gave you so many orgasms earlier cause if you had the energy to flirt the way you typically do hed be done for.

Satoru also wasn't what you expected during sex, you aren't sure what you expected, maybe more teasing aggressiveness… you aren't sure but he was definitely a lover. He was soft, diligent, took his time and definitely made sure to please. 

“Keep that perfect arch for me” he groans leaning his head back when you sink more into the arch and meet his thrust. Your ass jiggling on him with the feeling of you gushing on him was too much and he needed you to cum before he did.

Licking up your spine tattoo he leaves a bunch of open mouth kisses before leaning forward completely grabbing your neck. He begins moaning the most filthiest stuff in your ear and you swear you see stars at his dirty talk.

“Want you to cum all over this dick, its yours mama. Cum all over your dick make a mess for me” he whines his voice higher than before and you know hes close the thought alone is enough to make you release on his fingers. A kiss is placed against your head and you feel him smile with satisfaction before fucking into you deeper than before.

“Fuck toru” you scream nails digging into his hand which doesnt stop him theres only one thing that could but from  the way you clenched for the hundreth time tonight it didnt seem as if youd be using that word.

“I love hearing you moan my name, makes me want to fill your pussy up with my cum. You w-want that?” He talks louder and yes you do want that.

“Harder toru harder” you beg feeling your body begin to lock up again at the thought and his hips stutter for a moment before letting out a rough laugh but giving you exactly what you want.

“Fuck im about to… cum with me princess, give me everything you got baby fuck your pussy feels so good! So tight and you keep gripping me tighter! I want to feel you cum baby please cum on me” he babbles clearly pussy drunk and somewhere along the way overstimulated himself his rhythm so sloppy now unable to stop his rambling.

“Fuck tell me its mine tell me youll cum for me”  he whimpers and you pull his by his hair to your lips kissing him through the mask squeezing youre core as tight as you can

“Yours” you moan out the second you cum feeling him cum right behind you and its sooo much and so warm as it fills you up you cant stop bucking into his hand from the sensation. He collapses next to you grabbing the camera from the night stand and switching from the computer monitor.

He doesn't say anything except breathes heavy and scoops some of the cum that spilled out and pushes it back into you with his middle finger. The scene sends off more dings and he chuckles.

The next time your eyes open you feel something wet between your legs and almost use the safe word until you notice its just a warm rag between your legs wiping you down.

“Its just me you did so good princess”  you hear Gojos voice purring as he rubs your legs. “So good for me, youre so perfect” 

The praises ring out and all you can do is have a lopsided grin on your face as you bask in the praise of the glorious blue eyed king. He leaves a kiss on your forehead climbing into bed next to you and wrapping an arm aroubd your body pulling you close and away from the wet spot.

Snuggling into him he hums kissing your head again, his hand coming down to massage your lower back. The sound of scattered dings makes your eyes open and he uses a remote to turn the stream off and the computer monitor while pulling off your mask.

He actually doesn't stop kissing your head and cheeks aftercare obviously a strong suit for him amongst everything else.

“I knew you werent rich cause of your brains… its your dick” you smirk peaking with one eye and watching as he smirks pulling off his blindfold showing his bright blue eyes.

“So you think i give good dick?” He ask arrogant smile on his face earning an eye roll but theres a teasing smile on your face.

“Princess?” He ask as you roll over to the other side letting out an exaggerated yawn. 

“Was that a no?” You hear him ask and you let out a giggle.

It's silent for a moment before You feel the tip of his dick at your entrance and shutter when he slowly pushes in the two of you moaning in sync.

“Call me your glorious blue eyed king and ill think about taking it easy on you” he groans in your ear with a small thrust. Wrapping an arm around the back of his neck and pushing back he lets one hand find a nipple and the other your clit.

“You have such a filthy mouth” you tell him remembering everything he said as you reach down to caress his balls making his hips stutter,

“Fuck… keep doing shit like that and im never leaving this pussy” he whimpers as your hand keeps massaging, fucking you a bit faster. He cups your clit grunting before flipping you on your back and throwing a leg over his shoulder leaning forward so your face to face.

“Tell me how good i feel wrapped around you” you demand wrapping your other leg around his shoulder and locking your ankles behind his neck. He closes his eyes for a second trying not to lose his mind and go absolutely feral at the way your core just opened up for him with that motion but fuck…

“Hope you like lunch because the way im going to fucking you were not going to wake up in time for breakfast.”

“Mmmm my glorious blue eyed king” you tease watching his eyes glow a little bit brighter.

Well if you made it this far shout out to you this is actually going to be a mini series about satoru suguru and reader becoming poly they actually can all be read as stand alones for my adhd girls/gays/theys and thems and will hold a recap/intro paragraph that explains what lead up to the moment even though i know were all really just here for the smut.

[ticklygiggles]

A/N: lately I've been thinking about how cute Xavier is 🥺 so I decided to write this. Of course I am tagging fabulous @lovelynim because I'm gifting this to her just because I love her MWAH!

This one is heavily inspired by that card where he is in bed shirtless and with bandages, but it's not based on the story of that card!

Also I don't have a title for this one dkdnf it happens

Words: 900+

Sweet, frantic laughter echoed throughout the whole room. A certain hunter was currently losing his head because another certain hunter was straddling his hips and tickling a horribly ticklish spot at the sides of his chest, right underneath his armpits. Your fingers were lethal but gentle against his bare skin, wiggling and digging and vibrating at that spot until Xavier was cackling and nearly crying. The poor man tried to grab your hands, but goodness, his arms stubbornly pressed against his sides in a futile attempt to make you stop, so his hands were quite useless at the moment. 

Xavier tried to get up, he squirmed from side to side and arched his back, he also kicked his legs behind you, but it was all worthless because your fingers seemed to be glued to his sensitive skin, refusing to let him go so you could listen to his beautiful laughter. 

"What do we have here?” You said with rather a happy expression. “Is my cute little Xavier ticklish?"

Xavier shook his head and he tried to hold back his laughter, but a quick vibration of your fingers in that spot made him throw his head back with cackles. "PLEHEASE!” He begged, his face and ears pink. “I dihihihidn’t- ahahahaha!"

"He really is ticklish! Look at that big smile! Wakey wakey, Xav! It's time to get up!” You teased, giggling to yourself as you saw his nose scrunching up and his beautiful smile curling his lips up.

Maybe you were being a little mean at the moment. He had just woken up not even twenty minutes ago and you were torturing him like this– did he deserve it? Probably not, but who would stop you? Certainly not him. 

You chuckled, “You really are extremely ticklish, Xavier. That's too dangerous,” you said with a fake worried voice, grinning down at him. “What will you do if you ever encounter a wanderer that releases tickling gas? You wouldn't be able to make it to the hospital, that is for sure!”

Xavier wrapped his arms around himself and weakly tried to push your hands away from him when he found your wrists, but he didn't have any strength laughing like that. 

“But don't worry, my star,” you continued, wiggling your fingers in. “I’ll definitely get the medicine all the way to where you are! You can count on me for that and more! I'm really good, right?” You giggled as he weakly nodded his head. 

He really looked so pretty laughing like that. Was it the first time you ever saw him like this? It was like watching a child giggle, your heart swelled in your chest and happiness overflowed you. You looked down at him with fond eyes and a warm smile. 

“Oh no, Xavier,” you said over his laughter, playfulness dripping from your words. “I really can't stop… I want to see you laughing forever.”

Xavier shook his head, “I cahahan't laugh fohohorever, I wihihill dihihie! WAHAHAIT!” 

It was easy to quickly pin one of his arms above his head and the other under your knee. You didn't immediately start tickling him, wanting to give him a break for him to catch his breath, but Xavier was laughing and squirming around as if you were attacking him already. 

“What's so funny, Xav? I'm not doing anything, am I?” 

“I- I knohohow, b-buhut it tihickles alreheady!” 

Warmth spread across your cheeks and something akin to thick honey filled your chest. How could he be so adorable like this? You giggled softly, leaning down to kiss his nose. 

“And it's gonna tickle even more!” 

Xavier threw his head back with frantic, loud laughter. He tightly shut his eyes, squeezing little tears of laughter out. His arms pulled, but you were holding him nicely and there was no way to go for him. Scribbling, poking, digging, pinching, you made sure to tickle his exposed underarm as best as you could and he went crazy under your touch, kicking his legs and trying to roll on his side. 

“PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO!” 

“Xavier,” you said in a rather serious tone. “This is very important. What technique tickles the most? I'm gonna do them all again, but slower okay? Here it goes!” 

Needless to say, Xavier was unable to say which technique tickled the most. Halfway through that, between squeals and snorts, his laughter became silent and that was your cue to stop. Xavier lay in bed, exhausted and chuckling as if your hands were still searching for that charming laugh of his, but you were lying next to him with your head in your hand, looking at him with that loving smile that always made him blush. 

“I… actually didn't know I was ticklish…,” he admitted sheepishly, looking at you with tender eyes and a smile on his lips. 

You raised both eyebrows, “what? You didn't? Then was I the first person to ever tickle you?” He nodded and you giggled. “It must be my lucky day then! How was it?” 

Xavier hesitated, “Well…” 

“Eek!” 

In a moment, you were facing the ceiling, Xavier straddling you as his fingers found their way under your arms. Your laugh was embarrassingly loud, but you couldn't help it.

“I think I should live the full experience before deciding if I liked it or not. Of course that includes returning the favor. Tell me, is this how you did it? Oh, I forgot that I have to raise your arms, right?”

You definitely asked for this, but it was worth it. After all, him attacking you back didn't erase the fact that he was still ticklish and you still had many other tickle spots to try out!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Truth of the Matter

A Four Part Miniseries

@wonderland-girl143-blog @gregre369 @420-hun

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Steve lay in bed, staring up at his ceiling. He had driven in silence the whole way home as he thought about Bob and still remained quiet after they all walked through the door. There had been a couple of times that he had gone into Radioshack for something, and he had thought there was something familiar about the man. Had that been the connection he had sensed? Did Bob know it, too, or was he blind to what the rune had been hiding? Did his father die not knowing that his son had been within his grasp? Steve wanted to kill the Harringtons. What was he supposed to do with his last name? How could he prove that he was a Newby? How could anyone understand that? The question was. . .was he ready to let go of a part of himself he lived with his entire life even if it wasn't real?

"I can hear you thinking over there," Eddie mumbled sleepily.

It was decided by the kids that they would just spend the night since it was so late. Steve had spent 10 minutes watching from the stairs as Eddie had spun around like a cartoon character as he tried to figure out where to sleep. He was clearly struggling to stay with the kids or to follow Steve into his room. Robin eventually joined Steve on the stairs to watch, and they giggled for a while to whisper about Eddie. Finally, Steve took pity on him and dragged him upstairs. Now, here he was, lying shirtless in bed with Steve with his cheek pressed into the other pillow and his hand placed on Steve’s chest.

"I'm just thinking about Bob. . . He never. . .he never knew I was here. Right here. . .all this time," Steve whispered.

"I'm sorry, baby," Eddie whispered.

"I don't know how to process it," Steve said, tears coming to his eyes. "I'm sorry, you can go back to sleep."

"I'm not going to sleep until you do," he said softly.

"I just keep picturing Joyce looking for Will. . .did he go through all that. . .only to come up with nothing?" Steve sobbed.

Eddie scooted across the bed and laid on his chest, holding him tightly. Steve cried into his hair and quickly cried himself to sleep. When he woke up, Eddie was gone, and he heard the sound of clattering pans downstairs. Steve rubbed his eyes and threw on a shirt he found on his floor before stumbling downstairs and into the kitchen. Eddie was sitting on the counter, sipping coffee, and wearing Steve’s yellow sweater. He handed Steve a cup and welcomed his kiss.

"I tried to cook for you, but Dustin wouldn't let me," Eddie said.

"Can you cook?" Steve asked.

"Well, no, but I wanted to do something nice for you," Eddie said.

"Poisoning him isn't the nicest thing to do, especially since he's your boyfriend!" Dustin exclaimed.

"I'm not that bad," Eddie pouted.

Steve laughed and stepped between his legs, leaning back against his chest.

"He loves cooking," Steve said. "He learned from his mom, and he loves to do it for other people."

"I know we joke, but I love that shithead like a brother," Eddie whispered in Steve's ear.

"Yeah, me too," Steve grinned.

"I heard that!" Dustin smiled.

"The others still asleep?" Steve asked, sighing.

"Very much so," Eddie said.

Suddenly, Robin wandered in, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Half of her hair was sticking up wildly.

"Coooofffffeeeee!" Robin moaned.

"And so the coffee zombie enters the room. Watch out, she's a biter!" Steve exclaimed with a laugh.

Robin glared at him and swiped his coffee. She hopped up on the island, sitting across from them.

"This is all very domestic, you know," Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows at Steve.

"I know," Steve grinned.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pressed a hard kiss to his cheek. Steve giggled.

"I hope you know that this dingus is my best friend in the whole world. He means a lot to me," Robin said to Eddie.

"You threatening me, Buckley?" Eddie asked.

"No, I just wanted you to know that it would break my heart to see him cry because of you especially since I actually fucking like you," Robin said.

"I actually fucking like you, too," Eddie grinned. "You know, you'd get along with Ronnie."

"Ronnie?" Robin asked.

"My best friend in the whole world," Eddie said. "She's in NYU right now studying to become a lawyer."

"So, you have a platonic soulmate too?" Robin grinned.

"Yeah, and I'm so fucking proud of her," Eddie said.

After breakfast was done, Steve dropped the kids off at their house. They had complained the whole way.

"But Steve, what about the address in Indianapolis?!" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, we can help," Mike said.

"As much as I appreciate it, you guys need to do your homework, and I think your parents want you back home," Steve said with a sigh. "I don't want them to think I kidnapped you."

"Too soon, Steve," Lucas said.

"What? Even though I said it, and it happened to me?" Steve asked.

"Definitely," Mike said.

Dustin was the first one to be dropped off, and then it was Lucas. Mike was the last one. He paused before getting out of the car.

"I'm sorry about Bob. . .I hope you find your mom," he said softly.

After he stormed inside, Nancy came out with. . .Chrissy Cunningham? They were talking and giggling on their way to Steve’s car. Eddie grinned and rolled down Steve’s window.

"How's it going, Big Wheels?" Eddie asked.

"I told you not to call me that," Nancy laughed as she leaned against the car.

"Oh, did you?" He asked innocently.

"What have you guys been up to?" Nancy asked. "I didn't think you liked Steve very much."

"Uh, turns out I do, very much," Eddie said, blushing. "Very friendly. Just a couple of dudes hanging out."

Steve smiled and leaned over to whisper in his ear. Eddie giggled before nodding his head.

"Eddie is now my boyfriend," Steve replied.

"That's great!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Thanks, Chrissy, it's good to see you again," Steve said.

He stared at her, feeling a sense of familiarity that he had never felt from her before. He didn't feel like he was related to her, but. . .they were the same. Chrissy tilted her head to the side, and she looked at him in surprise before grinning, her eyes turning an inhuman shade of green. Steve felt his eyes glow, too. She was a fairy, not a relative but a fairy like him.

"How did you remove your rune?!" Chrissy asked excitedly.

"Oh, uh, a witch," Steve said. "You?"

"Same, I accidentally ran into one when I went on vacation with my parents over the summer. Although they're not really my parents, they killed my birth parents," Chrissy sighed.

"Jesus! That fucking sucks. My dad died, but I'm still trying to find my mom," Steve said.

"You're a fairy, too?" Nancy asked in surprise.

"You know about Chrissy?" Eddie asked. "How do you know about Chrissy?"

"How do you know about Steve?" Nancy asked.

"I'm the witch who removed his rune," Eddie smirked.

"Chrissy told me about herself," Nancy said.

"I didn't even know you were friends with Chrissy," Steve said.

"Well, we were friends when I was on the squad, but we recently reconnected," Nancy said, blushing.

"Nancy Wheeler was a cheerleader?" Robin asked.

"Very briefly. And I was horrible," she said.

"You were not!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"I was very distracted," Nancy said and looked meaningfully at her.

"Oh!" Steve exclaimed in surprise.

"Am I missing something?" Robin asked.

Chrissy shared a look with Nancy, and she smiled, nodding.

"Nancy and I dated when she was on the squad," Chrissy revealed.

"Oh! There's a lot more queer people in this town than I thought," Robin said with a grin. "Then again, I didn't think there were fairies or witches or an alternate dimension underneath Hawkins. I don't know which ones I'm more surprised about. I'm a lesbian, by the way."

Chrissy giggled.

"What are you guys doing now?" Nancy asked.

"Going to follow up on an address in Indianapolis that might lead to Steve’s mother," Robin said. "But first, Steve needs to drop me off so I can change my clothes."

"Me too!" Eddie yelled.

"You guys want some help?" Nancy asked.

"She can't resist an investigation," Chrissy teased.

"No, I really want to help!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Babe, I was teasing you. I know how big that heart of yours is," Chrissy said. "But you also can't resist searching for clues."

"Come along," Steve said with a grin.

Nancy grinned before rushing off towards the house. Chrissy's eyes never left her, watching as she disappeared through the front door. Chrissy smiled fondly.

"You guys are cute," Robin said.

"Thanks," Chrissy said.

A moment later, Nancy came out of the house arguing with Mike. He huffed loudly, flipped her the bird, and stormed into the house. Nancy slid into the back seat of Steve’s car with Chrissy.

"Having a little brother looks like a lot of fun," Robin said.

"Oh, yeah, you should try it," Nancy said sarcastically. "By the way, Chrissy, I was looking in my purse when I found this."

She pulled out a large magnifying glass out of her purse.

"I found that, and I thought of you," Chrissy said sweetly. "And I thought it would be funny."

Nancy smiled and leaned over to kiss her before quickly moving back again. Chrissy bit her lip.

"I can't believe I'm the only one not in a queer relationship," Robin sighed dramatically.

"You would be if you just told Vickie," Steve said.

"We don't know if she likes women!" Robin exclaimed.

"We didn't know that Nancy liked women until today!" Steve yelled as he drove off. "We didn't know I was a fairy until yesterday!"

"That's all very fair points," Robin said.

"My dad died without ever knowing what happened to me. The question you have to ask yourself. . .Is Vickie worth taking the risk?" Steve asked.

"Fine! Fine! After this, I'll make a move," Robin said.

"You know, Cunningham, this isn't the first time we've hung out," Eddie said.

"It's not?" Chrissy frowned and then paused. "You know, you do look familiar."

"It's going to come to you," Eddie replied with a smile.

"Oh! You look like the witch who took the rune off of me!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Wait. . .what?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, his name was. . . Oh, it was Allan!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Oh, fuck!" Eddie cursed. "That's my dad, which means. . . My dad was the one who placed the rune on you."

"Small world," Steve said.

"Yeah, I had to pay a pretty penny to get him to do it," Chrissy said.

"Of course, you did," Eddie sighed. "My dad doesn't do anything for free, nor does he do anything out of the goodness of his heart."

"Do you think your dad's the one kidnapping the fae children?" Nancy asked.

"I wouldn't put it past him," Eddie muttered. "Fucking piece of shit that he is. Anything to earn a profit."

"Sorry," Nancy said softly and squeezed his shoulder.

Steve squeezed his hand and held it all the way to Robin's house. Robin hurried to go into her house to change and then talk with her parents. She came out with a bag of cookies.

"Mombie's famous cookies!" Robin exclaimed as she slid back into the car. "Oh, she said this is for you and to wish you good luck. She would have come out, but she tripped over the dog again."

Robin leaned over the seat and gave Steve a slobbery kiss on the cheek. When it was Eddie's turn, he was in the trailer with his uncle Wayne for the longest time. When he came out, he was wearing a Corroded Coffin shirt, and his uncle was leaning against the doorway. Eddie stopped, spun around, and hugged his uncle tightly before running back to the car. He slid back into the passenger's seat with a grin and held up a baggie of sandwiches.

"He insisted when I told him Robin's mom made cookies. He can't cook for shit but he can make some pretty good sandwiches," Eddie grinned.

"Hey, how annoyed would you be if I set my mom up with your uncle?" Robin asked.

"Not very," Eddie cackled. "I LOVE your mom's cookies. Let's parent trap them."

"Done," Robin said and shook hands with him.

Steve smiled and waved at Wayne before driving out of the trailer park, heading towards Indianapolis.

"Oh, Corroded Coffin! How could I forget?!" Chrissy exclaimed, pointing at Eddie's shirt.

"I don't know, you're a freak," Eddie said, and she giggled. "My head was buzzed, and I didn't have these sweet tatties so. . .easy mistake to make, especially since I didn't tell you my last name."

The older teens fell into an easy discussion on the way to Indianapolis. Nancy talked about how she thought she was a lesbian for the longest time and how when things ended with Chrissy, Nancy had been surprised to find herself attracted to Steve, to the kindness she witnessed him give to another student when he was without Tommy by his side. Nancy had discovered a new part of herself, but she didn't deny the other part either. Chrissy had talked about her crush on Eddie before knowing that he was the same Eddie from her talent show. Nancy had pretended to be jealous, but there was this understanding between them that in another life, Nancy would have been with Steve or Jonathan while Chrissy would have ended up with Eddie or perhaps even Steve. The discussions quickly turned into which celebrity they each had a crush on. Nancy also talked about her break up with Jonathan and how it went better than Chrissy's break up with Jason, how they were both there for each other afterward. . .

"We're here," Steve said.

Robin unstuck her drool covered cheek from the window. She blinked rapidly.

"Shit. . .when did I fall asleep?" Robin asked.

"Right when I was talking about heavy metal," Eddie snorted. "I'll try not to be offended."

They climbed out of the car and walked up to a small, boring looking gray house. No one would look twice at it. It was perfect for anyone trying to blend in. Steve stood in front of the door and took a deep breath before knocking. They all waited with baited breath, but no one answered. Steve knocked again, and this time, the door seemed to open on its own. It hadn't been locked or closed at all, though. They stepped into a one room, open space house with a door in the back corner leading to a bathroom, right next to the kitchen. A layer of dust indicated that a bed had been there once, as well as a couch and a desk.

"No fairy markings," Chrissy frowned, her eyes glowing green.

"Fairy markings?" Steve asked.

"Markings only fairies can see, a way for the fae to pass secrets to each other or messages to leave for their lost children," Chrissy said. "It's how I found my parents."

"You seem to know more than me," Steve said softly.

"A little more but not much," Chrissy said. "I still have so many questions."

"Yeah," Steve said softly.

They looked around the house and found nothing. Nancy took out her magnifying glass when she saw Chrissy glance her way, and she winked.

"If I'm going to investigate, I'm going to do it the right way," she said. "Thank you again for the wonderful gift, baby."

Chrissy kissed her before moving onto look for clues as well.

"Now all we need is a talking dog," Eddie said.

Steve stood in the kitchen and began looking through the cabinets as well as the drawers. He came to the last drawer and let out a holler.

"Guys!"

"What did you find?" Nancy asked.

"Part of an envelope," Steve said. "It's torn. . .no letter in it, but there is an address for a house. . . In Lenora Hills?"

Nancy hurried over and looked over Steve’s shoulder.

"Well, it's not Jonathan's house. . .so you're not related to them," Nancy said.

"I fucking hope not, I once had a sex dream about you and Jonathan," Steve said.

"What?!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Focus, baby," Chrissy giggled.

"Well, I guess we're going to Lenora Hills. . ." Eddie grinned.

"All of us are going?" Steve asked.

"Yes!" Nancy, Chrissy, and Eddie exclaimed.

"Lenora Hills, it is then. . . How the fuck are we going to get there?" Steve asked. "Not all of us can afford a plane ticket."

"Magic, sweetheart, magic," Eddie whispered in his ear.

Part Four

[russellsppttemplates]

Good to know you see us, bc those pictures made my baby fever go through the roof! Marta will most definitely look at yn knowingly 🫠

The plans were simple, everyone had to be ready and on time by the harbor, so the group could spend the day in the sea.

"Here's my little angel", you squealed, seeing Marta arrive with little Chiara on her hip, "your mama is very lucky because you are the cutest and I'm going to focus on that and not the fact that we have been waiting for her for about twenty minutes", you tapped her nose, making her giggle as you walked to sit on one of the sofas.

You spent most of the day with Chiara on your lap whenever she didn't want to be with her parents, allowing them to rest and have some time for themselves, "look at you, so cute with your hat and those big eyes, looking at everything", you giggled with her propped on top of your thighs as you laid on your back. Seeing Charles walk by, you called for him, "can you hold her, please? I need to pee and unlike this little princess, I have to use the toilet", you tapped her cheeks one last time before Charles picked her up.

Marta noticed Charles talking to her daughter, taking the opportunity to record a video as the golden hour shone, "those are the other boats, and there's Monaco. You live about... there, I'd say, I think it's a pretty good guess", he said, picking the little girl up and kissing her cheek a few times before holding her properly against his naked torso, saying something to Joris when he noticed you.

"You're saying hello to Y/N? She's back, yes!", he praised her, seeing Chiara wave at you as you smiled before you took a deep breath, taking in the whole scene in front of you. Your shirtless boyfriend, carrying a babygirl in his arms, looking happy as ever.

"By the way, you just missed him peppering kisses on her cheeks and talking to her about all the boats", Marta smirked, knowing fully well where your mind was.

"Please, my womb is screaming as it is", you muttered, "Oh, don't worry, I have it here on video, look!".

It was a delicious video, and when you looked up to see Charles with the little girl still on his hip, Joris was the first to speak, "I think it's best if we leave, because it looks like Y/N and Charles have some business to tend to", he teased, earning a pillow to his head, "Can you blame me for the fact that my boyfriend looks amazing with a baby on his hip?", you replied back, walking up to hug your boyfriend and play with the little girl.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[blue-sadie]

Fuck Him Out

Aonung x Nerd Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 5 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: taking up your brothers offer leads you to be in the arms of your childhood best friend.

Warning: breast slapping, aged up characters Car

Yn/3rd person pov

"Hey I'm in the parking lot where are you" I murmured into my phone "I had a meeting come up but there is a surprise" he giggled like a girl before hanging up.

"Son of a bitch" I cussed stuffing my phone onto my pocket "now the yn I remember does not swear" I jumped turning to the voice and my mouth dropped "aonung" I screamed jumping into his arms.

His arms held me tightly as he swung me around "dam I've missed you so much" he chuckled and set me down.

"I've missed you too" I smiled "so what have you been up to" I asked grabbing my luggage as he lead me to the car.

"Not much really mostly just school and such, but what about you" he said and stopped at his car my mouth hung open "no way you still have this thing" I squealed.

It was his dad's old car and when we were younger he used to take us for icecream and make us listen to his cringy music.

"Yea he gave it to me for my 18th" he grinned grabbing my bag and shoving it into the trunck "come on I'll take you home" he whispered as he passed me and opened the door for me.

"Thank you" I smiled hopping and buckling up "now what have you been up to" he grinned getting in as well "you been seeing someone" he teased.

I looked away from him I was to soon to tell him about the whole situation "no but school as well you know how my mom is" I said and we justed started chatting back and forth.

After 20 minutes we arrived at our house his being next to my brother's and parked in his driveway "hey my mom kinda heard you were back and invited you to dinner" he nervously smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Sure of course just need to check in with the old man" I smiled getting out and he did the same "catch ya later" I waved walking over to my brother's house and took out my phone as I got to the door.

"Hey where's the key" I texted and got a quick reply 'in our favorite spot' he replied with a laughing emoji I sighed.

I had to drag one of his small benches he had on the porch over to a specific corner which had a little gnome which was hollow, he said it our favorite spot because he would always hide my small things inside and I could never reach it.

"Haha very funny" I muttered sarcastically and took out the key and went to unlock the door, as I entered the house I marveled at it it was the exact same.

"You never liked the change" I murmured to myself looking at all the different photos and trinkets that lined the wall as I slowly made my way up to my childhood room.

I plopped myself and my bag down on the bed and took out my phone staring at the empty notifications normally by now I would at least have one text from lo'ak but nothing.

I bit my lip he isn't worth it if he believes her more then me it's his loose, I muted his contact this holiday I can just breath.

"Hey bro can I go over to aonungs tonight" I typed and sent it and I put my phone down to quickly go shower and get dressed.

The shower was brisk but dam did it help my sore shoulders, I dried myself probably when I got out and picked a simple outfit.

When I walked back into the room I glanced out the window as something caught my attention my eyes widened as I stared straight into aonungs room and he was shirtless.

I bit my lip harshly fuck he got hot I continued to stare as he picked out a shirt it was only when a ding echoed through the room i looked away I grabbed my phone.

"Yea just be sure to use protection" I huffed, he and a few of my other family members shipped me and aonung together since we were like 7.

I sent him a quick middle finger before grabbing some of my things to go over "phone, jacket" i checked off my mental list and headed out over to aonungs.

"Hey ronal" i smiled as she opened the door and pulled me into her arms "i missed you so much" she murmured as she pulled back and welcomed me inside "I've made your favorite" she sung sweetly as she lead me to the lounge.

"hey tonowari how are you" i murmured sitting on one of the couches "im doing well thank you for asking no-" he was interrupted by tsireya's squealing as she tackled me onto the couch.

"Yn" she yelled squeezing me tightly "your suffocating me" i coughed playfully and panted heavily when she let go "so dramatic" she laughed sitting beside me.

"hey yn" aonung smiled as he walked down the stairs "hey why don't we settle at the dinning room table while i bring the food out" ronal ushered all of us into the dinning room.

"Ma'lady" aonung murmured as he pushed my chair in and sat beside me, i started catching up with the rest of the family as we ate "oh my gosh i remember that" i laughed when me and aonung started bringing up past memories.

"Ok i can you see two wanna catch up more so you guys can go up stairs" tonowari smiled and gestured up stairs "come on yn" aonung pulled me from the seat and up the stairs to his room.

"Dam i forgot how cool your room was" i whispered and flopped onto his bed and watched as he closed the door "so your gonna tell me whats bothering you" he growled and sat beside me.

"nothing is the matter" i huffed rolling my eyes "yes there is now tell me" he said and pulled me up into his arms "what is troubling you" he asked i sighed heavily "i lied when i said there was no man" i whispered.

"Then why aren't you spending the holiday with him" he murmured softly rubbing his hands up and down my arms in a comforting manner "he... kinda ended things with me" I whispered my voice cracking slightly.

Aonung listened carefully as I told him about the situation "he doesn't deserve you if he listened to that bitch, you hadn't even talked to her yet" he hissed.

He started whispering comforting words as we sat up against the headboard my head leaning on his chest "I thought he changed" I sniffled.

"Sometimes people can't or just don't want to" he tried to reason but deep down aonung wanted to kill lo'ak for making his best friend cry.

I pulled away and turned to him "what happens if I never find someone" I cried he smiled sadly at me "their are plenty of fish in the sea yn" he murmured.

It got quiet between us as we just stared into each other's eyes I could feel my feelings for aonung resurfacing he was always there for me when other's weren't.

"C-can I kiss you" I blurted out glancing between his lips and eyes he nodded eagerly and brought his hands to my cheeks as our lips touched.

"I wanted this for so long" he murmured against my lips, he slowly moved on top of me as we moved to lay down.

He moved his lips to my neck "fuck aonung" I whined as I ran my hands through his hair, he groaned into my skin as he grinded his body into me.

I pulled his hair to bring his lips back to mine "dam yn" he growled and started to let his hands wonder as ours lips molded together.

"Can I take these off" he asked pulling back "only if I can take yours off as well" I bite my lip, he groaned out before we started pulling off eachothers clothes our has grazing eachothers skin.

"Fuck your better then I imagined" he smirked and pulled me into another kiss and moved us so I was on top.

"I want you to ride me" he growled as his hands gripped my ass, we both moaned as I sunk back onto his cock and slowly started to bounce on his dick.

"Fuck you tits" he muttered and moved his hands to squeeze my breasts I bit my lip trying to suppress my moans what happens if tsireya walks in or worse ronal.

Aonung slapped my breasts bringing me out my daze "don't you fucking dare suppress those beautiful moans" he growled before starting to thrust up against me.

I put my hands on his chest to support myself so I could bounce faster fuck his cock felt so good, my moans fultered for a moment as I felt a knot to form in my stomach.

"Fuck baby are you gonna cum" he groaned and moved one of his hands from my breasts to my clit only increasing the pleasure "a-aonung" I moaned as my breathe became uneven and my body started to shudder.

"S-shit" I cried as I clenched around as I cam making him cum as well, I collapsed onto his chest and smiled as he wrapped his arms around me.

"You deserve everything the world has to offer"

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[notyourhetloki]

the question

Pronouns: he/him

/Captain James Hook x Reader/

A/N: It's been OVERDUE at this point... how come I've never written anything about this man before?? I love him so much he's my babygirl idk what else to say. Enjoy!

Warnings: alcohol, mention of needles, suggestive themes, PINNING Song Rec: Mr.Kitty - After Dark

—

During a celebration at the Jolly Roger, Captain James Hook decided to party a little too much and, in other words, got absolutely drunk.

And during that evening he ended up hurting himself with his hook… again. But this time he dismissed Smee and instead asked for your assistance, which was odd. You knew better than to complain, though.

You were both alone in his cabin now, Hook sat down while you gathered the medical kit and then helped him take his shirt and hook off (making you blush in the process) to reveal a small gash below his collarbone, that would need stitches.

"Please be still, Captain. This will hurt…" but he was so inebriated you doubted he would feel a thing "I'll try to be quick".

"James… you can call me James, you know." He said in a raspy low voice, sending shivers down your spine. Since you met the man, he had that effect on you… even when you tried to suppress it.

"James… please be still or else I'll stab you." You showed Hook your needle playfully, and he reciprocated with a big smile.

"Be a good boy and help me out then?" Good boy… that man would drive you insane. "Sure… I'll be a good boy." he smiled slyly

A few minutes in silence passed as you concentrated on the sutures, and the whole time you felt his eyes on you like prey. You could feel a drop of sweat down your temple, nervous at his presence.

"I want to buy you some new clothes" He nonchalantly said, his confession drawing a giggle from you. "Are my clothes not to your liking, Cap- James?"

"Don't be offended, dear. I would just like to see you in some fancier clothing. You would look good in satin, I'm sure…" You both laughed, the thought of him wanting to see you matching his fancy clothes made you blush. You decided to exploit a little bit of his drunkness and expand on the fantasy. "What about gold? Do I deserve some jewelry with that new wardrobe?"

James stayed quiet for a second, his forget-me-not eyes widening with the question. "I would love to see you draped in gold! Necklaces, earrings and rings." He made a pause to fantasize and soon admitted. "Would love to see you laying on my bed, on top of my satin sheets and surrounded by jewels." That… was a lot. If you were blushing before you were now burning, but you couldn't help but press him even more.

"So you'd like to see me on your bed with fancy clothes and gold around me?" You made a pause to look at him, and what you found were dark eyes filled with something… lustful. "No, just the jewels."

You swallowed dry as your core burned with desire. THE Captain James Hook… he wanted you. More than you could ever imagine, he fantasized about you. And you have been oblivious to it.

But he was drunk, nothing could ever happen between you two in these conditions, so you just continued to work on the stitches.

"I'm sorry I've gone too far, my love. But I must admit, I love to see you blush." James apologized with a little smile and you reassured him everything was fine. He hadn't gone too far, not yet.

"I'm all finished, now… Let me help you stand, Captain." as you both stood up, you could finally process what happened. He was in front of you, shirtless and flirty as hell. James looked so good… you couldn't believe this was happening.

"May I ask you a question, my hearty?" Your heart skipped a beat at the sweet way he referred to you as. "Of course, James." He looked right into your eyes, your legs shaking in anticipation.

"May I kiss you?" Your whole body burned, and for a moment you considered it genuinely "James…".

You caressed his face while he pulled you in with his left arm, but you blocked his lips with your fingers. "You're drunk, Captain… I want you to ask me another time. The same question."

"And what would be the answer?" He looked disappointed, but not mad in any way.

"You'd have to ask to find out…" you smiled at him, granting a big smile from him in return. "Naughty boy."

—

[nateezfics]

So, Hongjoong has done his Balmain shoot and I can only imagine for a partner, he would keep it under wraps that he'd be shirtless, keeping it from you, and getting his hair cut in a way you suggested that you like, not allowing you to watch any of the content and not letting you see his hair, which you'll obviously see at the mawazine concert. But when you go backstage, you're actually escorted back to the hotel by the staff, unable to actually see the boys and congratulate them then.

Obviously, you're confused, and escorted to a staff members room no less. The only thing you've got to entertain you is your phone until one of the staff members comes to get you after an hour or so, and you're taken back to Hongjoong's floor. But you notice that aside from one or two members, who are giggling on their way down stairs after looking at you, no one is on the floor. It's empty of people, and the staff member who led you up here quietly retreats into the elevator once you've made it to the door. You find yourself in almost complete silence, with butterflies in your stomach.

Sliding the card key in the door, you step into the room, shutting the door behind you. Soft music is playing in the background, ambient lighting, a table lined with delicious looking food and wine. You should've known he was up to something. Before you can call out for him, you see him. Standing in the outfit gifted from Balmain, but with the undercut as well, and all you can do is stare at him because he looks like he walked out of a dream or magazine. And he just laughs, (yk which laugh), at the expression on your face before making his way over to make tonight a night you won't ever forget.

(I'm sorry it took so long, I've had to do a lot of chores today and I forgot some stuff about this thought, but here's a good amount to start with I think).

it’s an absolute tragedy tumblr hid the notification for this ☹️ i didn’t even see it until i checked my inbox just a minute ago😭

but anyway. let me get to this 😮‍💨

where…where to start?? this seems like a dream. and i’m assuming the balmain fit you’re talking about is the one he wore for the cosmopolitan shoot, right? the one where he was very much shirtless underneath 😀 ugh god,, imagining him standing in that outfit with an undercut and with that laugh coming from his lips?? 😵‍💫💦 he most certainly is a sight out of a dream, a wet dream to be more specific. the way i’d run to him immediately…that food and wine would be of no concern when there’s a full course meal in the form of kim hongjoong standing right before me. i’d devour him whole; him in balmain, shirtless, and with an undercut?? i’d be insatiable.

he would make a whole special ordeal out of it. the secrecy, the planning, the food, the wine, the music, all of it. he’d definitely make it an unforgettable night; certainly every night with him would be unforgettable. 😩

thank you baby for sending this. 🥹🫶🏻 you don’t have to apologize for anything. i thoroughly enjoyed this; now i’ll be thinking about this all day 😮‍💨

[stormblessed95]

230328 JK Live Stream all about Jimin for 100 minutes

The way that he basically started this live solely to talk about/focus on Jimin? Like sir, what were we even here for? Just to watch you support your boo? I'm actually totally fine with that. Lmao he talked about himself and his CK deal for like 10 minutes before moving on to Jimin and Jimin only. Lol he said "I Miss Jimin" literally, on weverse and then proceeded to show us just how much he missed him!

The way he fully stated he started this live because he hasn't seen Suchwita yet but since Jimin was on the show, he wanted to watch it and wanted to watch it with us. Cutie. You can watch his full reaction video with eng subs here:

He immediately wanted to know why Jimin wasn't there right off the bat 🤣 then was looking forward to what Alcohol Jimin brought with him to share. And was not surprised at all to find it was Soju saying that's "very much like Jimin hyung." The drinking buddies those 2 are, he WOULD know. Lol and his little complaints about wishing he was there drinking with yoonmin too were adorable.

The way he was concerned over Jimin eating the too hot food. And the way he giggled over yoonmin talking about Jimin performing on stage with Yoongi on tour and about Jimin acting cute for his face time fan calls.

And the confirmation from yet another member that the dumpling incident was watered way down for fan consumption when they shared about it and it really was so crazy. Lmfao vmin what did yall do!!

Plus we were blessed with a small glimpse of his beautiful smile and reaction to the iconic jikook black swan lift 🥺😭😍

The way he immediately agreed with Jimin about being in BTS for a long long time. 🥺 and his cute comments about how the show seems fun and he would also like to be on it one day! And the way he started to compliment Jimin on the way he expressed himself but cut himself off/got distracted lol

He reacted to SMF pt 2 MV here too. Lol and loved it. Throughly. Lol full video here:

He wanted to confirm the lyrics correctly especially for the maze lyrics. He was humming along and also lowkey already knew the choreo too. It was so cute. I love him.

And the way he smiled so proudly during the "I won't stop even if they mock me" lyrics 🥺

How we got the transition into shirtless Jimin and verse 2 and we just breifly totally lost JK there. 404 error not found is correct. Slack jawed for a bit there understandably lol

The way he heaped praise upon verse 2 which was so heartwarming

And he watched the dance practice for SMFpt2 too, which you can see the whole reaction here

The way he was humming along and then dancing along lmfao he didn't have to go so hard with the Summoning park jimin dance 🤣

And we even reacted to a BTS teasing Jimin compilation video??? Lmao jungkook??

PLEASE just watch the linked video. Lmfao it's less than 10 minutes and he looks SO SMITTEN the ENTIRE TIME. The reaction to their jikook moments from so long ago? The giggles at the other members lovingly teasing Jimin too? The way he melted watching Jimin sing promise too? MY HEART CANT HANDLE IT I CANT BELIEVE HE REACTED TO A JIMIN COMPILATION HONESTLY

Just the whole live he looks soooo??? In love?

And he commented about how he watched Jimins pixid video too and enjoyed it. Lol it really was just a night of binge watching Jimin for this man.

He is really just out here supporting Jimin fully and he misses him so much. We know they've been spending time together too. They mentioned JK being at some of Jimins Rehersals. We know they met with up with the other members for an OT7 dinner. I just know there is more we don't know too. But it just speaks to how much time they normally spend together when that's clearly not enough and the way they are missing each other SO MUCH even with those other times spent together. They are used to living in each other's pockets clearly lol. And now that they have so much going on and Jimins schedules are so crazy, that time apart is driving JK to do a 100 minute live stream about how much he misses his hyung. Lol Jimin you better go over their for that promised dinner he wants to cook for you!

Not to mention, JK really brought it back to prove his point. Jimin is his catalyst. His inspiration at so many times. JK really sat there and watched Jimin for 100 minutes and then immediately said goodbye to us because he was struck with inspiration and motivation to go work. "I suddenly feel like I have to go do something." "I think I have to go work." "I'm going to go work now! Bye!" With an abrupt hang up! Lol it was giving, I don't want to say more than i should about Jimin right now and wow, the inspiration struck and I REALLY am interested in seeing whatever it is you worked on Jungkook! Music? Art? New song? If Jimin inspired you so much, I'm very intrigued! 🤣

They really are so precious. So cute. And so sweet. I hope they got to go over and spend some lengthy time together already, or if not. I hope they get the chance really soon. As they are both very clearly craving that time together!

Ending with this funny tweet (follow the link!) Because it's so true 🤣🤣🤣

[axcel-lucci]

Insecurities

Trafalgar law x fem!reader

Warning: mention of graphic experiences and also some light(?) Angst

(Y/n) sat on the bed with her back against the head board and the blanket covering her legs up to her waist as she read a book

Her captain, and also handsome boyfriend, Law, was finishing up some work he had to do last minute into the night on his desk a little further away from the bed but still close enough for him to notice the bothered look on her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly as he looked at her

"Oh... Nothing. I'm just so fucking upset that the main character in this story is a misogynistic, sexist, fucking pick me bitch. So... I don't know... Like... Hmm... Cringe?" She muttered, "I wish this isn't the ACTUAL main character"

Law chuckled a bit and placed his pen down before stretching, "oh yeah? How's the main character a pick me?"

He always does this, asking her random questions knowing she'd ramble on for atleast thirty minutes or so just to hear her emotion filled voice.

She wouldn't normally speak unless spoken to, even in their 1 and a half year relationship. Not once has she spoken up about a few things unless it's the norm of like "hey, how you doing?" And the likes.

"Okay... So right now, the main character is in school and wore this winter ass outfit. Right? You'd expect she'd be warm as fuck, but then this 'handsome man' came along she's stuttering like a fucking maniac. Then right after, she's not like 'the other girls' and her parents CONVENIENTLY died at a car crash, she's bullied, is about to sing but then another man..." She rambled about how much of a pick me this main character is while law changed to some casual "pajamas" of his.

"That. It's so annoying!" She groaned and huffed, "but I do like the drama" she giggled

He laughed a little and turned to her, "sounds like a problem to deal with, Huh?"

"So fucking much."

"Say, do you mind if I just wear boxers to bed? It's quiet warm tonight." He muttered already shirtless

"It's alright if you're comfy with it." She smiled sweetly making his already warm heart melt.

"But... How about you?" He asked, "would you be comfortable?"

"Hmm? Oh. If you're comfortable with it, I wouldn't judge. It's not your first time sleeping with only boxers on." She laughed softly, "especially if you're next to me"

He smiled and turned his back on her before taking off his pants

(Y/n) can't help but observe him. Despite seeing just his back, she was mesmerized. Captivated even.

The way his back flexed, the thick lines of his tattoo of the jolly Roger, the curve of his hips, even the broad shoulders.

(Not to mention the ass)

"You're staring" he chuckled before she snapped back to reality

"Oh... Sorry, did it make you uncomfortable? I apologize, can't help it sometimes" she smiled softly as he walked around the bed and crawled underneath the blankets to sit on the bed and lean his whole body against her making her whine, "you're heavy..."

"I'm not that heavy" he pouted, "but... No... It doesn't make me uncomfortable. If anything, it prides me even more that I could catch your eyes like no man could" he smirked sexily.

Even though (y/n) wore a small smile, the rising blush on her cheeks screamed how flustered she is.

Another thing about her is the fact that despite feeling a different emotion, she portrays one slightly different. But always, and I mean ALWAYS, you'll see a smile on her face.

She's mad? Just see a popped out vein on her forehead with the widest smile she ever gave someone, she's sad? Just... Smiles while avoiding anyone's eyes, she's happy? A calm smile would do the trick.

He chuckled softly and gave her cheek a kiss while snatching the book away and placing it on the bedside table.

"Let's go to sleep, dear." He smiled as she nodded and laid down the bed

He did as well but wrapped an arm around her waist and the other was tucked under his head as a supporting pillow.

"Goodnight, law" she smiled as he kissed her

"Good night, (y/n)." He softly whispered and closed the lights

Feeling his arm tighten around her frame and his snores soon filled the room, (y/n)'s eyes opened with the most expressionless state in her expression

The main character didn't bother her as much as she proclaimed, contrary to popular belief, (y/n) has always been "truthful" to what she says but there are times her "truth" was merely a cover up.

She wasn't upset at the main character for being a pick me, it wasn't even the main character, it was a side character that slowly turned good thanks to the main character.

She sighed softly to herself as she stared at the ceiling then at law, then back at the ceiling.

A prickling feeling of emptiness filled her, it was like a void of nothingness and a vortex of emotions.

It's like everything she felt was merely an act, it was like a stage play with a script, a line, a dialogue... A character.

Of course she still loves her boyfriend but thinks she's not enough. By no means, she is... But there are so much in a relationship she managed to fill all of them but one.

The 'sex' part of it. The intimacy in ways of pleasure and shamelessness.

Thinking about it clenched her already empty insides, she swallowed thickly before breathing out heavily.

For a relationship that's at least a year and a half, you'd think they'd be comfortable with each other and have sex. But... (Y/n) has been cockblocking the man since their first year anniversary.

She'd create random problems without him noticing just for him to forget it for next time.

But not THAT extreme... Of course.

(Y/n) inhaled a bit then exhaled a lot.

She looked at law who had his head pressed against her arm making her smile

'you deserve so much more...' she smiled and ran a hand through his beautiful raven locks.

When they first met, (y/n) thought he was perfect. Like a god on earth... But she also noticed how he'd probably not end up with her and instead with that strawhat girl named Robin. They look good together.

But as it turns out, Robin is aroace and law... Well... He sees Robin as a mere acquaintance.

To this day, she can't believe the stars aligned and everything of his is now hers.

Maybe not everything...

Sighing again, she carefully removed herself from law, replaced with a big body pillow she keeps under the bed for moments like these.

He doesn't know about it, I mean... Who checks under the bed regularly when you're a busy doctor and surgeon, right?

She leaned down and kissed his temple before quietly making her way out of the sub and into the deck

While walking, she had the 'bright' idea of looking at her hands only to feel disgusted with a shuddered breath and just rubbed her arms with them in an attempt to calm her insides down.

Reaching the deck, she walked over to the back side of the sub, no one ever goes there but her, so she just sat down at her usual spot and stared at the moon as it literally shined in front of her.

Sighing, probably the millionth time by now, she pulled her knees up to her chest while still hugging herself for some more 'warmth'

It's not exactly the physical warmth she craves but... Warmth. Just... Warmth

....

Law groaned as he rubbed his head against (y/n) only to realize it was a fucking body pillow.

He had never seen it before so he instinctually kicked it off the bed only to lie on his back fully awake and staring at the ceiling

He hoped (y/n) was just using the bathroom or went to get some water but after thirty minutes she wasn't back yet.

Huffing with a pout, he was ready to scold her a little and got up. He looked at the bathroom and no sign of her being there the kitchen? Nope. Not even a faint evidence the glass was moved or the faucet being turned on.

He was now confused, since... Where would you go by night?

He remembered (y/n) talking about a part of the ship not being explored yet so he went there, quietly sneaking up to the back side, he realized it was a hard move

You'd literally have to climb a few steps and those steps are slippery as fuck.

But the end was rewarding though, he saw (y/n).

Her arms were on top of her knees as they were pressed against her chest, her head rested on top of them while her eyes were deep in thought

Normally, she'd see and greet him right away but she didn't this time.

There was an odd look in her eyes that made him so uneasy.

Not the type of uncomfortable but he's worried what might've happened for her to end up like this

"Hey..." He whispered, she didn't even flinch nor acknowledge him, "hey" he said again but this time a little louder

She jumped a bit before turning to him and laughing, "sorry. So deep in thoughts... What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be asleep?" She asked with her cheery self

For some reason, he didn't trust her laugh. It's like the laugh was just a facade.

"Heh. Replacing yourself with a body pillow isn't exactly a smart move when I'm so needy tonight" he mocked himself and walked right next to her before sitting down

"Oh yeah? Sorry then, kinda wanted to see the stars tonight. I hope it doesn't rain, ehe" she chuckled

He hummed as silence soon filled the place making him look at her a tad bit and noticed dried up tears down her cheeks while she smiled so... Blankly

"Is there something you aren't telling me?" He asked as (y/n) hesitated a bit but looked at him

"What do you mean? Up to this point I'm truthful to everything I say" she said proudly with a grin

But seeing his expression, she knew the jig was up.

You can fool any captain, but not this one. He can see it in her eyes that she wants to say something but doesn't have the courage to.

"Yeah... I... Kinda do..." She muttered while averting her gaze and down to the floor as she looked ahead of her

"Do you mind if I wish to know?" He asked lightly

Sure, law was problematic, but... If it weren't for (y/n) to begin with, he wouldn't even be this 'better' in terms of mental health.

"No, no... You... You should know cause this issue has something to do with you. I think. Or it's just me"

"I'm listening" he nodded

He also noticed how (y/n) seemed to avoid his eyes, everytime she'd look at him and notice him still looking at her, she immediately looks away with a rising shameful blush.

"Have you ever... Like... You know... Thought about... Thing... S" she dragged out, it was forceful, but hey... Baby steps are the next step to adult ones.

"What... Thing?"

"You know... Like... Things like... Sex... And stuff" she muttered under her breath

She kinda hoped he wouldn't have heard but hearing him chuckle made her want to sink to the bottom of the sea

"I have. Why? There's nothing wrong about sex. As a doctor, consensual sex actually releases stress from the body." He explained proudly as (y/n) just looked at him blankly and answered "oh" and nodded, "but what about it, though?"

"It's just um... I don't know... I feel weird and very much of a pervert thinking about it. I don't know. It bothers me a lot."

"Why do you think it bothers you?" He asked, looking over at her, she just stared at her hands before her fingers twitched and her whole hand soon clenched into tight fists

"It's... Nothing. We should go back to sleep"

"No." He says

"What?"

"No. We stay here until this issue is fixed. What about it?" He says in a more stern doctor voice.

He kind of expected her to say something along the lines of 'oh I'm new to it' and stuff but she gave him that look he has never seen her wear before

She sighed and looked down shamefully

Law eased a little before reaching a hand to her and noticed how she flinched.

Maybe it wasn't the experience, maybe it was far from that.

"Have you been..."

"No. I have not. In fact, people don't bring it up to me." She bitterly answered, "sorry... I... Don't know what happened"

"It's alright. I'm listening"

She sighed a little bit more, "it's not that I have been... You know... If anything, no one would cause if they do, not only will they get a bloody bruise, they'd also get jail time."

"Wait... Really?"

"Yeah... But don't worry, that was before. I'm fine with my hands now..." She sighed, "it's just... I feel like I don't give you... Us... The needs we both want. I heard a healthy sex life leads to a healthy relationship but... We've never done that before. Mostly because I destroy those moments... Sometimes"

Law hummed to himself, he does remember the times he'd try and instigate it, there would always something that would ruin it before they got out of a make out session

"It's just that... It doesn't feel enough. To me that is, not you..." She clarified, "I have big bloody scars all over my body, even have one when I got struck by lightning from my left shoulder running down to my waist."

"You got struck by lightning?" He asked

"Yup... Three times all on the same spot, until now I can still feel the pain of it despite it not being there and just seeing it disgusts me."

"How..."

"And also... In addition to those hideous big scars, I have 'smaller' ones... Not the ones I receive in battle... Those were battle scars"

Piecing it all together, it took him while not to gasp and gush all over her.

"What..."

Taking his hand, she placed it on her thigh and running his thumb down a specific path making him feel a big, long, scar.

"Does it... Hurt?"

"Ofcourse it does. What kind of scar doesn't cause you pain?" She snapped back before backing down and sighing

"I just think my body as a whole is... Hideous. Like... Super duper hideous you'd probably not want to look at me after." She sighed looking away and letting go of his hand

"What do you mean? I have scars, but-"

"Oh no, yours are majestic. They frame your body AND title perfectly. But for me... For some girl that's merely a girlfriend and a crewmate to have scars bigger than the captain's would probably be a disgrace... Cause that means I'm weak. I'm not weak"

"You're not 'some girl'. You're MY girl." He growled, "and... Pssh. I don't care if you have bigger scars than me. That just meant you're stronger than me."

"You would. You totally would." She hummed showing him her wrists which were bound by endless scars running down to the insides of her elbows

He was about to grab them but she pulled away.

"It's... It's best if you fulfill your needs... I can't fulfill all of them... I'm sorry about that" she teared up but he merely shook his head, "what are you talking about? You're all I need."

"A man needs his own pleasure and intimacy. I haven't given you any of those... Maybe a little bit of intimacy but not the sex part."

"What are you talking about? Just because we never had sex doesn't mean I'd see you no less"

"Tell me a couple who is happy without the sex." She stated

Ofcourse he can't name any cause Sanji and Zoro definitely had sex, Shachi and penguin too. Definitely those two.

"See? Most relationships run on sex for a deeper understanding. I don't understand this..."

It was silent for a while until he grabbed her hand, causing her to jump, and placed it against his chest. Enough for her to feel his beating heart

"I don't care about the sex. You are enough. And I love you" he smiled and kissed her hand, "you don't have to prove yourself to me"

"Law..."

[just-my-type-x]

Honey, You Got All Of Me

Smut

Part 1 here

✨ Inspired by Nasty by Russ, if u wanna listen to it while reading

✨ Combined with: idk if u take requests or not but can u please write something abt brad having a breeding kink?

~

We enter the house and i take off my shoes, sitting on the couch, where Brad joins me. We spend some time calming down after the huge rush we've been into ever since leaving the restaurant and after the whole fight with Brad, we decide to take a minute to really feel like ourselves.

"Do you want to stay the night? You already have a pj here", i offer and stand up off the couch

"Yeah, that sounds good, i do", he gives me a quick, warm smile

"I'm gonna go take a shower and change, i'll meet you in my bedroom", i go upstairs and close the bathroom door behind me and i turn on the hot water before i take off my clothes. I close the glass door of the shower cabin and i hear the bathroom door open, revealing a shirtless Brad. "What are you doing?", i giggle as he hurries himself to get his pants and boxers off

"Making up for earlier", he smiles and enters the shower cabin, grabbing me by the waist and glueing our bodies together as he's kissing me, his tongue pressing on mine, our kisses blissfuly syncing. As the water is running down our bodies, he presses my back on the cold tiles, making me moan at the sudden cold touch. "Mmm, such a beautiful sound", he moans into the kiss and starts kissing down my neck and collarbones, down my stomach and finally between my legs. I suck in a breath when his tongue licks between my folds, the warm feeling making my head rest on the tiles while Brad's tongue works on my swollen clit. I grab a handful of his curls to keep his head in one place and he takes my leg and positions it on his shoulder, so he would have more access to my pussy.

"Oh, fuck, Bradley, just like that", i moan, looking down at him, who was sucking and nibbling on my clit, making me weak in my knees. "I'm close", the words barely come out and i feel him smile, picking up his pace, sending me over the edge. My whole body trembles and Brad stands up and holds me in a hug, his hand on the small of my back, kissing me slowly, my fingernails running down his back, leaving red marks on their way down.

"I want you, love", he almost whispers and looks me deep in my eyes.

"I want you too, Bradley"

"No, not like i normally want you. I want to fuck you. Bareback.", my cheeks heat up and his eyes study my every feature for a second reaction.

"Are you sure? I'm not on any kind of pill", his eyes sparkle with lust and bites his lip, burying his head in the crook of my neck

"I know, and it drives me crazy. I want to fuck you so bad, to feel every single angle of you.", Brad groans and bites on my earlobe. I hold back a moan as i start smirking. "To cum inside you..", he kisses my jaw, making his way up to my lips and then back to my neck and chest.

"I never thought you'd be the type with a breeding kink", i feel his smile on my skin as he presses a wet kiss on my neck, leaving goosebumps behind

"I heard you like surprises", his voice is lower than usual and he sends shivers down my spine. He turns me around, so my chest is pressed on the tiles, his fingers tracing down my back and over my ass, offering a slap on each cheek. Brad grabs me by my hips and positions me closer to his body, being able to feel his hard length pressed on my ass. He bends me over, allowing him to slip in me with ease.

The skin on skin feeling is driving me crazy and Brad's moans make me believe he also enjoys it. His thrusts are hard and almost hungry, wishing for more. His fingers dig deep into my hips, helping himself get a grip to thrust in me in a constant manner.

"Oh my God, y/n, you're so fucking good", Brad moans and let's go of my hips, only to grab on my hair. I support myself on my arms, having them on the wall in front of me. "Look at you doing such a good job, wrapping your pussy around my bare dick", he looks down at the way his dick slides in and out of me, each time becoming wetter and wetter. "You're taking me so well, you deserve a crown. Fuck, love, you're so wet for me.", i moan at his words and his grip intensifies on my hair. "You like it, don't you?", he smirks and kisses my back, letting go of my hair and grabbing my hips. "I may not be the only one enjoying this scenario".

"I might get addicted to fucking raw", i smile sweetly, turning my head for him to see me. With a groan, he starts thrusting hard again

"Mmm, such a good girl", after a few more thrusts, Brad's movements become sloppier and i feel his dick hardening. "I'm so close, are you sure you're ok with this?", he asks out of breath, supporting his head on my shoulder.

"Mhm", i manage to say as i feel myself getting closer to the edge too. With a groan, Brad cums inside me, biting on my shoulder to hold back his moans. I cum soon after him and i whimper as he rides both of our highs, feeling sensitive. I turn off the water that's been running this whole time and i sit down in the shower, Brad copying me. Breathing heavily, we sit next to each other, trying to calm ourselves down. "You made me see stars", i chuckle and he laughs

"You made me want to put a baby in you, i think you win no matter what", we both laugh and he kisses my forehead. "This felt incredible", he holds his head on the tiles

"Oh, yeah. I think i want a second round", i bite my lip and Brad's eyes scan my face to see if I'm joking or not.

"Y/N.. ", he warns and i smile devilishly at him

[justablacksimp]

Or Else

Eddie Mun x black!fem!reader

Genre: Smut!! MDNI!!

Warnings: Oral (F receiving), Slight Fingering, Creampie, Hole Tearing (in Condom), Overstimulation, Swearing, Pet Names (Chocolate Drop, Sweetheart. Princess, etc.), Smoking, Rough!Eddie, Begging, and Uncle Wayne being funni boi.

Here you are, sitting on the edge of his bed, kinky, curly hair sticking to your sweaty shoulders as you shudder and whimper from the feeling of Eddie's tongue gliding in and out of your hole with ease, seeing how wet you are.

"Eddie s-slow down please, it hurts."

You cry softly as you start squirming all over the bed from overstimulation, gripping onto his hair in attempt to stop his head from moving, but you're to weak to hold him in place.

"Stop moving Chocolate Drop, or I'm gonna make it worse, don't make me tell you again."

He says sternly as wraps his whole mouth around your pussy and moves his tongue in your entrance quickly, not slowing down for any reason. This action caused you to whine loudly in agony and ecstasy as you arched your back so much, that you accidentally shifted your bottom half away from his face.

You don't exactly remember what happened after that, but what you do know is that Eddie now has you bent over, knees and elbows pressing into the mattress as he fucks you so hard the whole trailer is shaking. (The time skip omg.)

The only thing you can hear coming from his room besides the slapping of both, your skin as well as his, and the creaking of his bed, is your crying and begging for him to slow down.

"Didn't I tell you to stay still you little bitch?"

Before you can stay something, which wouldn't even be understandable because you can barely even think straight right now, he takes his hand and covers your mouth, thrusting harder than before.

"I never said you can speak, Sweetheart."

He says harshly before biting down on your shoulders so hard, you can practically feel the teeth mark on your bone. With his hand over your mouth, you can't scream as loud as you want to but, Uncle Wayne sure can hear them when he gets home early from work.

The minute he walks in, he hears your whining and shrieking, then walks right back out after saying.

"I'm too old and too sober for this."

With a sigh, he heads to the bar. Meanwhile, you are practically breaking down, crying, and squirming in pain as you feel Eddie quite literally breaking your backbone. He reaches around in front of you and starts to circle around your clit vigorously.

This causes you to shriek out loudly in agony as you start to cum all over his fingers instantly. He lets out a harsh grunt as he slams into you one more time before reaching his own climax, his cum spilling out of his condom into your womb because of the hole that he purposely tore in it before putting it on.

(I'm sorry but I am too lazy to write this so just imagine what he does after pls.)

The morning after, you wake up and see that Eddie is not in the bed with you. You assume he is outside smoking like he always does, so you grab his shirt off the foot of the bed and put it on before standing up to see him on the porch. When you stand up, however, your legs feel like jelly, causing you to plop back down instantly. A soft chuckle can be heard behind you as you turn around and see him with a smug grin on his face, holding a blunt and shirtless as he looks down at you.

"Looks like I did a number on you last night, huh Coco puff?" (IDFK OKAY?!) He says with a smirk forming on his mouth as he walks over to you and sits down on the bed.

"Shut up asshole." You utter as you pull the covers back over your lower half.

"Damn Princess, who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

You take the blunt out of his hand and roll your eyes at him.

"Hey! If you wanted a hit, you could've asked."

You blow smoke into his face, giggling at his attempt to wave it away.

"Welp, you didn't ask to do any of the stuff you did to me last night, so I don't see the problem."

(A/N: If you have any suggestions for pt. 2 let me know pls.)

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 24

The smell of coffee fills my nose, rousing me awake. I stretch my arms above my head, sighing at the dull ache running through me. A private reminder of last night's events. I crack my eyes open just in time to see a shirtless Javi, hair tousled from sleep, walking toward me with two cups of coffee. I give him a lazy smile.

"Thank you," I say, accepting the mug. He bends down to leave a swift kiss to the top of my head.

"My pleasure," he jokes with a half-smirk, lounging in front of me on the foot of the bed. "Speaking of pleasure... is it too early to ask you how you felt about last night?"

I raise an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of my coffee. Cream and no sugar, he remembered from Italy. My heart constricts, just a little.

"How I felt?"

"Yes." He says as if it's the most obvious question in the world. "If it was too much, not enough, want me to do anything differently..."

I giggle. "That was hardly our first time, Javi."

He looks unsatisfied. "I know. But it was our first time doing...everything."

Ah. Now I knew what he was getting at. Even if he phrased it like we were in grade school.

"Well," I take another sip, "I don't know if you really want a full trip down dirty-memory-lane, but...no one has ever made me, you know, before while...you know."

Javi's eyes brighten, and it's his turn to point a raised eyebrow at me. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're getting at."

"Yes, you do." I say as firmly as possible, though a smile threatens to tug on the corner of my mouth.

"No, I don't."

We stare each other down for a minute or so, occasionally taking turns sipping on our coffee.

"We'll have to leave for work soon. And I'll have to go the whole day without understanding you." His voice is beyond immature at this point.

"Fine. No one has ever made me...come while...eating me out. Okay? Happy?"

Javi's eyes darken with a familiar possessiveness, and his smile grows.

"If I had known that, I would've stayed down there a while longer."

I balk at him. "I feel like three times is plenty for one evening."

"Hmm," He shrugs, "We'll see." And then he gets up to grab me his hoodie near my couch, as casually as if we had been taking bets on whether or not it would rain.

"I'm going to get you an ego-centric jar. Twenty dollars every time you make a comment like that. Maybe then I can spring for a one-bedroom."

He laughs, tossing me the hoodie which I begrudgingly accept. "I like it here. It makes it easier to take you in every square foot of the house." Javi winks even as I gasp.

"Twenty dollars. Pay up."

"Make it fifty if you want. Making you blush is worth every penny."

I pull the hood over as much of my face as possible. "Don't you have somewhere to be, movie star?"

"As do you, soon to be Key-PA. We should leave in about twenty minutes."

I grumble tired nonsense as I walk toward the bathroom, and I pretend not to see Javi's growing amusement as I clearly stumble when I stand. It's not my fault my legs are still gelatin.

Once I'm washed up, I grab a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans from my dresser. Javi's gaze is on me the entire time. I walk over to where he sits on the couch and hand him back his hoodie but he shakes his head.

"Keep it. It will make me feel good to know you have it here, especially when the photos start to emerge."

A pit of dread deepens in my stomach.

"Right...the Emma Thing." We both stare at the hoodie. "I don't dislike her, you know. She might be in her own world sometimes but she's always friendly. Seems respectful."

He nods, assessing my face carefully.

"It still makes you uncomfortable, though." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. It still makes me uncomfortable. I'm also not thrilled that the studio is essentially controlling your decisions. And if you have to sell a romance between you two from now throughout a press tour...how long would that be?" I have an idea, but I couldn't bring myself to do the math on my own. It felt too real.

"We have two more weeks of shooting, and they'll be editing for a while. Tom said the plan would be to release some 'accidental' shots soon, and for us to lay it on thick during the press tour. But the press tour won't be until at least a couple of months from now, and we'd have the premiere after that..." Javi trails off.

"So depending on editing...you two could have to keep up this farce for, what, six months?"

"Yes," He says delicately.

In the light of day, the reality of the situation hits me so hard I feel like I can't breathe. Six months of tabloids about the man that I lo—care about? Six months of him holding another woman? Even if it was just for the cameras...I feel like a hypocrite. What is the difference between this and his acting career?

"How do you feel about it?" I ask softly.

He considers it for a moment. "I've had to do it before, and it never bothered me. It felt like another acting gig. And I'm glad it keeps you out of trouble, and that the studio will protect you if anything comes to light. Though it's not as if it's not allowed. I know how it could look thanks to Blake." He pauses, taking a breath. "What I don't like is that you were cheated on before. And correct me if I'm wrong," he smiles, trying to add some levity to this conversation, "But I'm the first person you've dated in the public eye. If I were in your shoes, it would be hard to differentiate this fake relationship with our real one. And it...hurts me, to know that I might make you feel that way."

I toss the hoodie beside him on the couch, feeling my chest warm as I do so. "I would never blame you. Even the fact that you consider these things makes the world of a difference."

Javi wraps his hands around my waist, placing a light kiss to my lips.

"And I'll have you know," I say, forehead pressed against his, "You're not the first person I've dated in the public eye."

He raises a quizzical brow.

"My mother has over six hundred Facebook friends. And she might as well have been the paparazzi in my last relationship."

Javi chuckles. "My apologies."

We stay there for a moment longer, before I confess in a light whisper, "I think it bothers me so much because everyone else will think it's real... I know that shouldn't bother me, but it does."

He nods. "I understand." He strokes my hair, tucking a few loose strands behind my ear. "But please trust me; the amount of eyes on a relationship isn't what dignifies its legitimacy. It's the love between those two people. And there is none of that between Emma and me."

A couple of butterflies release in my stomach, and part of me wants to giggle.

"You ready to go?" He asks.

I smile, nodding and going to grab my bag. When my back is turned to him, I can't help but smile wider. Another round of butterflies is set loose as I let myself wonder how dignified Javi thought our relationship to be.

- - -

The final two weeks of filming fly by at a steady, quick rate. True to Dwayne's words, we moved on as we had been. I followed him around most days, or stepped in for him when I could, organizing the other PAs. Of that part, I was glad. Also true to Dwayne's words, I don't see much of Javi on set. Judging from what I had overheard a few of the other crew members discussing, I was glad for that, too. As Sophie recalled last week when I was escorting a few extras to the hair and makeup trailer, Javi's picture was snapped getting rather close to Emma.

"I mean," her voice had dropped down into a whisper, "We obviously see the photographer, we know it's for promo. But the heat," She laughed, rapidly combing through the extra's hair and ignoring his wince. "He was hugging her from behind at one point and, I don't know, it could've fooled me." I chuckled along, gripping my walkie to the point of breakage. I wondered if Sophie hadn't heard the rumors about me and him, or maybe she had and we were just such old news at this point that it didn't matter. Either way, it created a small ache in my chest. Nightly phone calls did help to dull that ache. We had decided it was best not to risk him coming over again, at least until the movie had wrapped. Javi let me know that PR had planned on releasing the first photos of him and Emma the same week as the wrap party, so that rumors tied to the film would circulate exactly two months before they started doing press. Apparently the editors had been working as we were filming, and would continue to do so throughout their press tour. The movie would be ready for release sooner than I anticipated.

On the last day on set, there was that familiar, bittersweet fog covering everyone's typical day. We were all happy to go on hiatus again, but sad of the loss of routine. And for the most part, everyone liked working together. Even if we were collectively crossing our fingers that Lloyd is planning on producing the next film instead of directing it.

I brought Barb a coffee, and she gave me a swift hug. A rarity from her, but it can be seen more often on the last day. There were so many tiny, familiar traditions on the last day. But this time, the day was also filled with me reminiscing on the firsts. It was the first time I didn't quite want the production to end. This project was the first time I physically bumped into an actor, first time I confused the star with another crew member, first time I had fallen asleep on a plane thanks to that actor, and the first time on set that I had fallen in l—

No. Not going to finish that thought today. Not yet.

We gathered for a speech from Lloyd that he administers through a megaphone, not that he needs one. He had thanked us all for our hard work and persistence through this project, and became teary eyed when he talked about how proud he was of himself for dealing with such stress. A few newbies in the crowd laughed before they realized that he was, in fact, serious. And then that was it, and filming was over. I handed in my equipment and thanked Dwayne for the opportunity. He assured me that we could speak a few times during hiatus, he thought that I might be ready for the full responsibility on the next film. I only hope my enthusiasm in my response didn't make him want to rescind his offer.

"I'll see you at the wrap party," Dwayne smiled sincerely.

"I'm looking forward to it," I smiled in return.

Except I wasn't looking forward to it. As Lana, Mia, and I continuously stroll up and down the mall, I'm fresh out of wrap present ideas. And I'm also not completely thrilled that I'm about to see Emma and Javi all cozy tonight. He had warned me that Norwick's hired photographer would be there to take very stealthy, very posed photos. I shake that from my mind and try to focus on the task at hand.

"Why don't you just be repetitive like Lana?" Mia asks, taking a sip of her smoothie.

Lana gently wacks her arm. "That's not fair. Everyone loves that whiskey." She always gets her boss the same whiskey from her home state of Tennessee.

"Well," she clarifies with a smile, "Hank loves that whiskey at least."

"I'm not even sure if Dwayne drinks," I say peering at a nearby kiosk.

"If he works in entertainment, he drinks." Lana says dryly. Mia gets distracted by a sparkly window display of cocktail dresses, brushing her finger along the glass as if she can feel the sequins through it.

"Do you know what Dwayne likes?" She asks absentmindedly.

I think for a moment. "Hiatus?"

Lana laughs. "We technically are supposed to be the ones receiving the presents, anyway."

"You told me back in the day that it was the best way to stay on their good side. That and shutting up."

"I stand by that."

"Plus, I think I should get him something a little nicer as a 'thank you' for the promotion."

"Can we talk about what we're wearing tonight instead?" Mia asks, finally peeling her eyes away from the dresses.

"I'm thinking the usual, dress pants and a nice top." Lana responds.

Mia's face falls. "But it's a club."

"Then maybe it'll be a low cut top," Lana wiggles her eyebrows at Mia, and she blushes so deeply that I feel like I should look away.

"What are you thinking?" Mia asks me, still smiling.

"I'm not sure...maybe that green sort of sundress I bought a while back?"

Mia scowls. "A sundress, Ava? This is a club, people! C'mon, we're going in here." She points at the store, stomping inside before Lana or I can protest.

I have to admit, these dresses made me excited. In under ten minutes Mia and I had picked out eight dresses between us, and were now giving Lana a fashion show that she would most likely want to opt out of. Though a few of Mia's tighter fitted dresses got her attention.

Mia has settled on a midi maroon dress with a deep v. In her words, she has to look her best to make up for the fact that she is a plus one and didn't actually work to get an invite. Not the best excuse to spend money, but not the worst either.

Whereas the other dresses I tried on hugged my body, this one was loose, hanging from two simple spaghetti straps. It was much, much shorter than I was used to and it's cut in such a way that the back is exposed almost all the way to my butt. I laugh at the sight. Even still, I love how it shimmers.

I step out, putting on a show for Mia and Lana.

"YES," Mia claps. "Why do I like this way better than the booby blue one?"

"And it sparkles!" Lana jumps in.

The material was almost silky, but it had a bunch of a reflection and flecks of sparkles within the fabric. I shifted my hips from side to side to get the full effect.

"Do we think black is too boring?" I ask.

"Hmmm," Mia considers, "Do a turn."

I spin slowly, moving up on my toes to mimic heels.

"Boring? With that back? Never." Mia scoffs.

"It's also incredibly short..." I skim the hem with my fingers.

"As Mia reminded us, it is a club." Lana says in a teasing tone. "We deserve to go all out." Lana stands, walking over to me so she can talk quietly. "And, I know of someone who would love to see you in that dress."

My face heats. "We're keeping a low profile."

"What? Low profiles can't have a little fun?"

I look back and forth between my friends before tracing my hand down the front. A sinister part of me likes the idea of wearing this in front of Javi, knowing that he can't do another about it. If our current predicament has to be so strict, we might as well have a little fun when we can.

"Screw it," I say, marching back into the changing room.

"Yay!" Mia squeals behind me.

After our purchases, including a new sparkly hair scarf for Lana to match Mia's dress, we exit and keep walking.

"As much as I love what we got, it doesn't solve my Dwayne problem."

"Oh. Right..." Mia muses for a moment. "Maybe we should get him one to match?" She says it with so much mock sincerity that both Lana and I laugh. Looking to my left, my laughter quickly fades as I spot a kiosk filled with candy, snacks, and magazines. Tabloids. And as I walk toward it, drawn in like a forced breath, I see my—Javi's, face on the cover. Next to it, is a smaller image of him holding Emma's chin, smiling at her while her eyes crinkle with laughter. His free arm is wrapped around her waist. The photo looks as though it was shot through the bushes, though anyone on set knows the truth. I remind myself that I also know the truth...but he is a damn good actor. My fists clench at my sides as I read the headline, Gutierrez is Mad About Madden! Details Inside.

Before I can help myself, I snatch it off the shelf and flip to find the details page.

Lana and Mia come up behind me, but neither of them say anything as they read over my shoulder. In the centerfold of the tabloid, I find it. More photos. The two of them holding hands, his arm slung over her shoulders, both of them sitting for coffee in between takes. Honestly not as bad as I had expected. At least they hadn't kissed...as far as I know. But the thing that made my stomach churn the most was the text bubble to the right that read:

Emma and Javi's romance has been heating up as the couple prepares to wrap up their film, an untitled Norwick Productions project with Llyod Matthews to direct. A source tells us "the pair became inseparable while shooting the film, and they can't keep their hands off of each other." Javi is set to play a former CIA operative turned top secret spy who is brought back into action when his recent ex, Emma, is kidnapped by enemy forces. He must work with his former partner, played by Blake Henley, to save both Emma and the country. But will he be forced to choose between love and honor? It is safe to say that Javi, at least, seems to have chosen love.

"A very credible source, clearly." Lana mumbles. "Are you okay?"

I nod my head, "I'm fine." I place that magazine back on the shelf. "We knew it would happen. We've talked about it. He did it so I can keep my job and my promotion."

"Yeah...but are you okay?" Mia asks this time.

"Of course!" My voice is way too cheery. I try to tone it down. "Of course. I have a new dress, the three of us are going to party tonight, and I think I might have just thought of a gift for Dwayne."

I toss my hair over my shoulders, grabbing Lana's wrist and tugging her to the next store. "Let's go. We have a party to get to."

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omg omg omg there's so much that's got me rolling and giggling and just overall giddy over this chapter. But lemme start with Wanda, the absolute little menace that she is I love her so much 😂 From her donating a bra for charity and wearing the busty red dress?? Bestie knows what she wants and how to get it and she's just gonna go all in I see 😏👏

Wanda rolled her eyes. “You always say that. And then the next time I see you, the hair’s all fucked out and you have a big dopey smile on your face and something new he’s said or done that’s driving you crazy. It’s your thing. Your couple thing.”

And she's really the fact-spitting bestie we all need in our lives and I love her even more for it.

Now for Loki's outfit. The suit already took me all the way out but this was just the whipped cream & cherry on top of the sundae:

His hair was drawn back in an unkempt bun, messy strands hanging by his carved cheekbones. The contrast between his refined ensemble and the muss of his hair was not coincidental. It couldn’t be. A gentleman in the streets, a ravenous Asgardian whore in the sheets; it screamed.

AND THE CANE?? Deceased. Dead in the water. Get help but also don't get help I would like to stay right here, drowning in a puddle of my own drool.

Also I'm glad to see Barton back to human form 😂

But the whole thing of him auctioning off a night with him?? I'm just glad that "Amanda" wasn't outbid because that could have been an entirely different scene that played out 😮‍💨 Now Ma'am…the striptease?? On stage?? In front of everyone?? In an auction for the children?? Absolutely inspired, it was so on brand for him especially since Tony was encouraging it and being a better host than Steve could ever even dream of being. That entire sequence was just perfectly tense with a side of comedy from Tony's A+ hosting to Scott's bid of 150k…and don't think I didn't notice that dude that bid 65k and shoved Agent out of the way like I get it, my guy, but you really didn't need to push 😤

Now let's go to the confession because MY FEELS. MY FEEEEEEEEEEELS 😩😩

“Then do not return it.” he said, carefully wrapping your fingers around the cool metal. His hand clasped your own, squeezing gently as he lowered to your ear. “It is yours.” he whispered.

The way that it was so ridiculously obvious at this point but she still found herself in so much denial that she couldn't even say the words herself? Like it's so infuriating but at the same time so relatable because honestly if I were in Agent's shoes? Same? Like you wanna tell me that this object that you're making a metaphor of your heart is mine? What do you meaaaaaan, tho? 🥴

A rogue tear rolled down your cheek, making you look away. “No, darling...no-” Loki murmured, confusion lacing his tone as he wiped it softly with his thumb.

But this had me screeching like he dropped all the games and riddles at this moment because he saw his bb cry?? Whew noise complaint here I come…🏃🏻‍♀️

And apparently the police are definitely gonna come knocking at my door over another noise complaint because HE SAID IT FIRST!!!

And now they finally know and they can be together without all the hate fucking games (but still with the costumes because that's their couple, thing, Wanda lol) and just be lil softies to one another without giving a damn who's looking. AAAAA FINALLY THEY CAN BE HAPPY 😩😮‍💨

Now…Amanda--I mean THOR. Yes I know that he has been a dickhead for the last 2 millennia and for that and that alone he deserves having to live with the memory of having to be flirty with his brother for a few minutes, complete with the hand kith, the cheek kith, and the arm around his disguised mortal woman shoulders while said brother was shirtless. You hear me, Thunder?? You're not gonna get any sympathy from me in this series! 🤣🤣

“I think it’s time you finally saw my chambers, Agent -don’t you?”

I'm jumping right into the next one, aren't I? 🫠🫠 Yes, yes I am.

I'm so happy for these two finally letting the truth out you have no idea. I'm gonna keep saying it until the day I decease, this story was so well-crafted and put together and weaved this intense and spicy frenemies to lovers plot line with so much care and attention to detail, and I just know that if you one day decide to turn this into a novel (or in the spirit of this series, a set of novellas, one for each duology), that BookTok and BookTube and whatever else book-centric platform would be all over it and the second I see it I'm leaving one of those annoying comments on every video I find going "My biggest flex is that I read this while it was Loki fanfiction on Tumblr" 👏👏👏

Final Bids [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: (19) Stakes are high and mischief is rife at Stark's charity auction. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Auction trope. Smuttish. Language. Mild Angst -> Fluff. (w/c 4.7k)

Loki hadn’t shown up fighting his way through customs at the airport. There was no dramatic kiss on the runway, and no hint of his theatrical presence at the other side when you landed at JFK. He’s never text you before, he won’t start now; you thought, staring at the blank phone screen resting on the bar of the Tower’s event suite. You stared at it, hoping for a miraculous flash. This is mad.

“Hey.” Wanda said, sliding into the seat beside yours. “Hey.” you replied flatly. She was dressed to the nines tonight, cleavage bursting from a sinfully red strapless dress. “You better be careful in that thing, Thor will get the wrong idea.” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. “Oh, I’m counting on it.” Wanda winked. “Have you seen him?” she said, flipping her hair over one shoulder as she scanned the room.

“No...I need to talk to him, actually.” you said, joining her in scouting the bustling crowd. Wanda hummed, distracted. Needing to talk to Thor, you chided yourself; say you’re desperate without saying you’re desperate. “I still think you should have given Stark a pair of used panties for this thing.” the redhead mumbled coyly as she turned back to you, satisfied her audience of choice was not in the direct vicinity. “I don’t think anyone wants my dirty underwear, girl.” you laughed, happy for the distraction. “Please.” she scoffed. “Whatever pheromones you’re pumping out had two gods fighting over you. Lit-e-ral-ly.” she said, emphasising with four slaps of her palm on the bar. “People would pay good money to wear that shit like perfume. Mark my words.” You shrugged, seeing Wanda’s eyes narrow. “I think my pheromones are officially out of business, honestly” you sighed, “Rome didn’t exactly go to plan. I think we’re done.” Wanda rolled her eyes. “You always say that. And then the next time I see you, the hair’s all fucked out and you have a big dopey smile on your face and something new he’s said or done that’s driving you crazy. It’s your thing. Your couple thing.” “We’re not a couple.” you snapped.

“If you say so.” Wanda murmured coyly, manoeuvring the tiny straw hanging off her cocktail into her mouth.

There was a pause as you both ran your eyes over the elegant guests returning from intermission. So far, the charity auction had been a roaring success. Your combat belt went for a respectable forty-eight large, while a pair of Banner’s ripped shorts and Bucky’s unwashed sweatband had both garnered over fifty thousand. You knew the world had gone officially mad when Rogers’ notebook of patriotic mindfulness ramblings reached double that. Tony was working his magic on a group of shareholders near the head of the hall, raucous laughter splitting the gin-soaked air. Steve stood at the podium, frowning. As expected, he was taking the duty of auctioneer very seriously.

“What did you hand over to Tony’s fund, then?” you said, crossing your legs on the barstool. “A bra.” Wanda shrugged, as you spluttered on a mouthful of diet coke. “What?!” she postured innocently, “it’s for charity.” The two of you burst into peals of laughter, your gaze drawn back to Captain Rogers squinting at his cards on the stage. “Oh, Steve’s gonna love that.” you gasped, wiping a tear from your eye. Wanda shrugged again. “They said a personal item that people would want – so I complied.” Clint peeled away from the edge of the crowd, leaning on the bar beside you. “Ladies.” he said solemnly, letting his stare wander from a distance over the pulsing mass of people. “Have either of you seen Laufeyson?” Wanda shook her head. “I don’t think he’s coming, he’s not on the auction list – hasn’t even submitted anything.” she said casually, fiddling with her straw. Your stomach dropped, as Clint grimaced. “Good.” he said, letting out a sigh of relief. You frowned. “What’s the problem?” A forced smile stretched across Barton’s face. “Oh nothing! Just...trying to lay low that’s all. He and I had a little...never mind.” You shifted your handbag on the bar, feeling the weight of Loki’s seal rolling gently against the sides. He wouldn’t want to lose it, you thought; remembering the awkward conversations with airport security in Rome. A flash of green caught your attention out the corner of your eye. Whipping your head towards the entrance, you watched as a polished and preened Amanda sashayed around the edge of the crowd like a shark. Green, you scoffed. She’s really laying it on thick. Amanda teetered on her heels before pausing, forehead creased as she plopped down on a chair and hoisting one leg over the other. Clint cleared his throat. “They’re starting again, Tony sent me to get you guys. Shall we?” The next forty-five minutes went by in a haze as your gaze flickered intermittently to the main doors. Loki never missed a chance to schmooze with the higher echelons of Midgardian society. He enjoyed the look of abject terror on Steve’s face too much. You clapped dryly with the others as each lot was closed: Thor’s silk nightcap, Natasha’s make-up case, Lang’s personalised hip-flask and of course...Wanda’s bra. Where is he? You couldn’t help but notice Amanda glancing over her shoulder, meeting your eyes each time before quickly turning away. She made no bids, you noticed; but her stare wandered to the main entrance with suspicious regularity. The same as your own. Steve rumbled on, pausing for laughter as the crowd graciously indulged their host for the evening. Tony heckled from the side-lines, making the captain’s cheeks flush pink on each occasion. As he began the speech he had rehearsed for the closing remarks, you saw his blue eyes widen. The tell-tale shuffle of bodies parting behind you was the only other sound you registered as whispers ran through the crowd like the rustle of leaves. “Good Evening, Agent.” a low voice drawled softly over your shoulder. Wanda elbowed you teasingly in the ribs, her hands still folded on the high circular cocktail table. You elbowed her sharply back.

Tilting your chin casually to the side, you saw the blurred edge of Loki’s profile as he hovered at a respectful distance. “You’re late.” you hissed, heart thundering in your chest as the scent of him infused the air. You could have sworn the holy incense from the Roman church still clung to his hair. Loki chuckled lightly under his breath, hot air ghosting your ear. “I think you’ll find I’m right on time.” he purred, before peeling away to a space at a standing table to your side. Suddenly your mouth felt dry, flickering your eyes to the side covertly. Loki was wearing a suit tonight, but not just a suit; you whined internally. Never just a suit. Snug trousers of darkest forest green clung to his legs, the straight hem tailored flawlessly to the tongues of his dress shoes. A jacket of green sateen was wrapped around his exquisite musculature, biceps bulging beneath the glossy fabric as he conjured a drink to his open hand. You ran your eyes over the black lapel, his strong chest flat beneath the trussed layers of propriety you wanted to rip from his body.

Beneath the jacket, a silk waistcoat hugged his broad torso; the buttons glinting in the low atmospheric lights. A matching cravat wound around his long neck, fastened with a peculiar brooch you could only assume was Asgardian.

His hair was drawn back in an unkempt bun, messy strands hanging by his carved cheekbones. The contrast between his refined ensemble and the muss of his hair was not coincidental. It couldn’t be. A gentleman in the streets, a ravenous Asgardian whore in the sheets; it screamed. In his free hand, he held a cane; the tip heavy and ornately carved. Completely unnecessary, of course. Of course, you thought – watching him sip his drink with a knowing smirk. People were staring. And among them, Amanda. Steve cleared his throat pointedly, trying to recapture the section of the crowd engrossed in the unexpected late arrival. Your gaze swung back to the blushing blonde just as a stagehand crept sheepishly to his side, handing him a note.

“-and so in conclusion we would like to thank...to...wait wha-?” he raised his hands towards Tony, waving to the note with undisguised irritation. You saw Stark shrug, closing his eyes as his eyebrows raised. Just go with it, the gesture said. Steve frowned. “It seems we have one final item for auction, folks.” the captain said sourly, his feelings on the matter abundantly clear. “Courtesy of Loki Laufeyson apparently...which is..is-” He trailed off as he flipped the prompt card in his hand over, before waving it subtlety to the man who had delivered it, hidden offstage. The stagehand shrugged, making Steve purse his lips. “Well...I’m sure whatever our newest member has submitted for tonight’s fundraising efforts will be top notch. Why don’t we get the man himself up here to tell us about it, since he’s being so coy?” Steve looked smugly towards towards the god in the crowd, before he frowned. Loki was already sauntering towards the stage, tipping the ostentatious cane to excited applause before he began to climb the steps. You could see Steve’s lips moving, the rest of his face a stoic warning. He spun on his heels towards the audience, whipping the microphone cable once. “So, why don’t you tell the generous people here what they’ll be bidding on?” he announced through gritted teeth, an air of joviality barely masking his anxiety. Rogers gaze ran suspiciously over the god's placid features before turning back to the crowd with a showman smile. Loki clasped his hands behind his back, leaning forward to the microphone clenched in the captain’s fist. “Me.” he said, slowly.

There were gasps as the guests leaned to each others ears, hands impulsively travelling to the bidding paddles discarded prematurely. “Ha-ha-ha he’s only joking folks. Let’s not get excited.” Steve chuckled, extending a hand to pat down the enthusiasm on the air. “Why don’t you tell them what they’ll really be bidding on.” he said with a maniacal fake smile that looked like it hurt. Loki’s smirk was a masterpiece of mischief, flirting at the dimples at the base of those devastatingly high cheekbones. He bent forward to the microphone, and you saw the exact moment that Steve realised it was too late to pull it away. “Me.” Loki repeated with a growl, his voice even richer and more seductive the second time. His long fingers wrapped around Steve’s white knuckles, holding him steady. “For one night, for the highest bidder; I will show them what it is to be brought to the precipice of sanity through pleasure. My complete and utter carnal devotion. An unlocking of your basest and most debauched desires. That is my submission to this affair.” He straightened, his eyes flickering to Steve’s face now pinker than his fuchsia tie. The poor captain’s eyes were watering. You felt sick. “What the fuck is he doing?” Wanda hissed, before downing her drink. “This is ridiculous, how dare he... he needs a knee in the nuts-” You turned, shushing her. “No, just...I need to..think.” you muttered. On one hand, if he didn’t go above fifty thousand...you could probably afford it. Just. But then, why should you? The arrogant, cruel prick that he was. If there was ever a way to show you that he was over it, over you – then this was it. Fuck him, you thought; blood thundering as you saw Amanda twirling the paddle between her fingers. And he’s definitely going above fifty-fucking-thousand. You saw Tony begin to squirm as Steve took a few tentative steps to the front of the podium. “You know...ladies and gents I gotta say this is pretty heckin’ unorthodox right here and I’m not sure-” In a handful of frantic bounds, Tony was on the stage; his arms spread wide before he clapped Rogers harshly on the back. “-OK, thanks Cap.” he announced playfully. “Captain Goodtimes over here doesn’t think it would be proper to support tonight’s great cause with this...fine specimen on the bidding block.” He motioned up and down Loki’s long body, his endless limbs wrapped in the exquisite green suit that shimmered like blackbird feathers in the light. “Do you agree with him?” Tony yelled incredulously, winding up the baying crowd with a circling fist as chants of No filled the air. Steve was incandescent with embarrassment, redness flushing down beneath the collar of his shirt. “Are you ready to get a piece.of.this?” Tony roared, as Loki spun slowly on his heels, hands clasped behind his back before he raised them outwards with faux sheepishness. A smile tugged his lips, eyes smouldering across the crowd becoming steadily unsettled as friends became adversaries in the face of competition. Chaos was brewing.

You suddenly felt yourself jostled, Wanda’s hand grasping at your forearm before it slipped away. Swathes of guests crowded forward, each trying to be subtle and failing miserably. Men and women crushed together towards the stage, elbows popping dangerously close to eyes as they readied their paddles for action. “Let’s start the bidding at...twenty thousand.” Tony postured towards the fizzing audience, casting an appraising glance back towards Loki who met his stare with a tilt of his head. His lips pursed, a silent 'ooo' sliding between his lips as he feigned offence.

Tony grinned, pressing the microphone innocently to his chin. “Number seventeen, I see you.” he pointed. “Twenty five thousand.” a strangled voice shrieked behind you. “Twenty-five, not bad.” Tony mumbled, beginning to pace. Loki swung the handle of his cane casually, before making it flip in the air and land expertly back in his grip. The crowd groaned in unison, the scent of mass arousal beginning to hang heavy in the air. You felt your pussy clench beneath your party dress, beads of sweat beginning to form on your collarbone. In a flash, the cane disappeared, as Tony let his forefinger trail down the silk of Loki’s waistcoat, toying with a chain hanging from the pocket. “It’s a nice suit Laufeyson – you’ve got quite the wardrobe, but I think your bidders are more interested in what’s underneath all that slutty satin am I right?” he said coyly, raising an eyebrow. Feral roars of approval sounded around you, as you were shunted back and forth. The man beside you shot up his hand. “Thirty-five!” he yelled, waving the paddle in the air. The increments came like bullets as Loki’s fingers toyed with the silk cravat wound around his neck, sliding the material teasingly from the curve. He threw it into the audience, two women falling to the floor as they became a squabbling mess of bare legs and dishevelled Chanel.

This can’t be happening, you thought with a wave of panic. You clenched the paddle in your fist to your chest, watching the smouldering sweep of Loki’s gaze run like treacle over his captive audience as he began to shrug the satin jacket from his shoulders.

“Fifty!” you heard yourself gasp, arm straight in the air. Tony’s face scrunched, his amusement palpable as he acknowledged the desperate bid with a nod. But it was white noise. “Sixty-five!” the man beside you blurted immediately, shouldering you roughly to the side as he squeezed forwards. You cast a pleading look towards Wanda, who shook her head in disapproval. Tony didn’t have to say a word, pointing to each bidder as they continued to come thick and fast. Loki held his waistcoat with one long finger, dangling it teasingly to the side before letting it drop. It vanished before hitting the floor. Seventy. Eighty-two. Ninety-five thousand. The devastatingly erotic god treated each button of his shirt like an act of foreplay. His fingers caressed the curve before releasing another sliver of fair skin to the sound of baying moans of desire all around you. Beginning to force your way against the tide of bodies to Wanda, you collided with Scott. “Oh hey.” he grinned, eyes wide with excitement. “This is fucking ca-ray-zy right?” Another wave of squeals told you Loki had reached the end of the line of buttons. Suddenly Scott raised both arms, throwing his head back. “A HUNDRED N’ FIFTY BIG ONES!” he yelled, returning to his previous stance as if nothing had happened.

“What?” he quipped casually, giving a shrug of resignation as he was immediately outbid. “Just shooting my shot. Plus, this is legend already. Iconic. No way I ain’t gonna be part of that.” You rolled your eyes, beginning to press against the mass of bodies to the side. “We should get t-shirts. ‘I bid on Loki Laufeyson’…” he joked to no-one. “’And all I got was this stupid semi.’” he added wistfully as you finally reached Wanda. “I saw your bid. It was kind of lame.” she drawled. You shook your head. “I don’t know what to do Wanda.” you whined, wringing your hands. You heard a commotion as the crowd parted over near the doors – a woman had fainted. Loki’s smirk was pure drama as he showed off the endless length of his body with finesse, bare chest glowing beneath the stage-lights. His legs were wide – a perfect triangle wrapped in tight, luxurious cotton that creased against his thighs. The bulge of his cock was clearly visible, every subtle sway of his hips making the fabric stretch against the outline. The bladed angles of his face flashed tantalisingly beneath heavy-lidded eyes as he reached for his belt buckle. Five hundred thousand. Five-fifty. Six hundred.

Wanda rolled her eyes again. “Look – if he doesn’t say it back? Well then he’s the same asshole he’s always been. Nothing ventured, nothing gained and all that.” she mumbled, taking another sip of her drink. “But the auction-” you whined, feeling Wanda’s other-worldly grip tighten on your wrist. “You’re an Avenger, dumbass.” she growled. “Fuck the auction.” “Fuck the auction.” you repeated unconvincingly under your breath, turning to face the source of your undoing. Loki’s eyes met yours across the room as he ambled forwards, ignoring the hordes of guests who had lost all sense of decorum scrounging at the stage’s edge. They were feral. Over the chaotic din, you could swear you heard the clunk of metal as his graceful fingers toyed with the metal fastening at his hips. He slid the leather out of its loops slowly. Tony wolf- whistled. “Hoooo-eee folks, do I hear seven hundred thousand for a night of debauchery with this actual...real life...bona-fide sex god. Think of the orphans, people.” he jibed, working the crowd into a frenzy. Eight hundred, eight-fifty, nine hundred. You watched the constant flash of frenzied paddles rise and fall, your breaths becoming ragged under duress. “Do I hear one million?!” Tony smarmed, unfurling his arm towards Loki who had placed his hands on his hips, working the waistband of his trousers down to reveal the V of his muscles. “Come on, we’ve all seen the Twitter photos...don’t pretend you haven’t read the tabloids - you know he’s worth it.” Loki flicked a strand of hair back from his eyes, throwing Tony a slow wink as a paddle for the one million bid rose tentatively in the air. Fuck, Tony. you thought, slamming your paddle down to the bar table. “Are you gonna use that?” a woman behind you mumbled inaudibly, before sliding it away. Your frantic eyes found Amanda, still seated elegantly at one of the high stools. There was something different about her tonight, you pondered; as she waited with a look of unbreakable concentration. Waiting to pounce.

There were gasps as Loki reached one arm up, the mouth-watering curve of his bicep matched only by the tight stretch in his obliques. He tilted his chin down, the coquettishly slutty pose making you realise a flood of wetness had begun pooling traitorously between your thighs. He slowly dragged the hair-tie from his messy bun, letting waves of curls fall around his collarbone. “Final bids, folks.” Tony sighed. “I don’t think Laufeyson can take off any more clothes without Steve-y boy going into cardiac arrest.” he quipped, fighting to contain laughter as he glanced at Rogers concealed off stage. Final bids. A wave of nausea rolled in your belly. Who had bid last? Was it the stockbroker, the mayor’s wife? Obama? You couldn’t tell, the mass of jostling bodies melding into one horrible sludge of jealousy. “Two million.” a clear-cut voice called over the carnage. Every head in the room turned to gape at the owner, but you didn’t even need to look. It was her. Tony released a low whistle, spinning on his heels and patting Loki on the shoulder with a commiserate shake. “Two million. No pressure, bud. Hope the royal sceptre has been resting recently.” he mumbled with feigned secrecy into the microphone. Loki chuckled, leaning over. “A veritable bargain, I assure you.” he smirked. “That’s my boy!” Tony chuckled gleefully, spinning to the front. “Two million going once…” Your eyes were wide, turning to Wanda who nudged her head frantically to the head of the room. Tackle him, it said. “Two million going twice…” - “Where’s my paddle…?” you gasped, not thinking straight, “I..fuck.” “Sold!” Tony yelled, to moans of disappointment and reluctant clapping. “To the beautiful Amanda Goldberg for two...million...dollars. Come get your prize, m’lady.”

You saw red, the room starting to spin as the applause grew louder. The flow of Amanda’s dress swirled towards the stage, a bare-chested Loki down on one knee to welcome her with a kiss on her outstretched hand. “Loki, no!” you gasped quietly– pushing the crowd to the side as you elbowed forward. His arm slid around Amanda’s shoulders, planting a lingering kiss on her cheek with a secret smile. “Loki!” you yelled, shoving the final obstacle from your path. Tony. He spluttered, waving his hands dramatically as you hopped onto the stage and took three stumbling steps to where Loki waited with hands clasped behind his back. Even in his stripped state, messy curls hanging devilishly around his chiselled features dark with the lust of baying adoration – he was a prince. Your prince. The crowd began to whisper, awkward murmurs of dissent bubbling like lava at your back. You could feel the heat of their confusion wafting against your skin as it rose in your cheeks. Loki stared unblinking, his eyes narrowing for a split second as he analysed your stricken features.

“Can I help you?” he purred innocently, drumming his fingers around Amanda’s bicep. She gave a loud, cartoonish giggle. You swallowed harshly, throat dry. Loki tilted his head, feigned-confusion painted on his ethereal features. You grasped at your clutch bag, feeling it click open with a fumble of your moist fingers. “I wanted to give you this...back.” you stuttered, arm outstretched with his ancient seal in the flat of your palm.

Loki looked at it for what felt like an eternity, before his eyes finally rose.

“Are you sure you wish to return this to me?” he murmured, arm dropping from Amanda’s shoulder. His chin was tilted to his chest, ropes of muscle flexing at his neck. The growing whispers of the crowd faded to nothing, the beat of your heart the only sound as it thudded in your ears. “No, actually.” you heard yourself say, voice trembling. Loki inhaled sharply. His chest puffed, hard abdominals clenching as he braced himself. Reluctant tears stung your eyes, fingers shaking as the heavy seal began to quiver in your outstretched hand. You tried to blink the impending flood away, glancing to the side. Steve stood behind the wings, wringing his hands with a deep frown. Your eyelids fluttered shut, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. You could hear Tony trying to clear the crowd, tempting them to the bar with the offer of free booze, before Loki’s warm breath fanned your forehead. “Then do not return it.” he said, carefully wrapping your fingers around the cool metal. His hand clasped your own, squeezing gently as he lowered to your ear. “It is yours.” he whispered. It is yours. Maybe it was the scent of him, maybe it was the heat of his naked skin so close, the warmth with which his fingers intertwined with yours, holding his sacred mark. Maybe it was the faint plead in his voice. But as your eyes rose along the carved lines of his chest and up the curve of his neck, savouring every inch – you somehow knew what you would find. Loki’s eyes shone with nervous anticipation, brows slanted upwards as he licked his bottom lip. His teeth caught the curve, pulling gently. They swam with worlds unseen and words unsaid, long lashes framing the endless chaos you had lost yourself within. Hopelessly.

A rogue tear rolled down your cheek, making you look away. “No, darling...no-” Loki murmured, confusion lacing his tone as he wiped it softly with his thumb.

He cupped your face, drawing it towards him. “Please, Loki...don’t.” you gulped, swallowing the force threatening to humiliate you in front of the whole of New York high society. He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours. Tendrils of his hair grazed your cheeks, curtaining you from the crowd at your back as his fingertips slid from your jaw to your shoulders; gently at rest. “Agent, I…” he started, breath trembling. His grip tightened, a staggered exhale making his stomach clench. Three loud slaps sounded by your feet, making you jump. Loki released you with a growl, as you spun towards a very pissed-off looking Tony resting casually on the side of the stage.

“Can you guys hurry up? Trying to save this thing, here. Thanks, Laufeyson, by the way, for the added theatrics. Very amusing, as always.” he scoffed dryly, inspecting his nails. “Will you desist?” Loki hissed, crouching forward. Tony shrugged. “Better get the two mill for the orphans. That’s all I’m saying. Little Loki’s got his work cut out tonight.” “Little?!” Loki snarled indignantly, sweeping his hair back from his forehead as he rose to his full height once more.

The vein in his temple twitched, anger flashing across the sharp profile you knew so well. You grasped his bicep, feeling the tight bulge soften as his breaths steadied. Nerves twisted in your belly like acid, the room beginning to swim as you felt the moment begin to pass. Not again. You took a deep breath; “Loki, what were you going to-” The god whipped round, jaw set in a grimace as he swiped against your forearm with his own. Your hand was swept from his bicep, caught in a millisecond by the warrior grasp of his long fingers. “That I love you, you infuriating woman.” he yelled ferociously, brow furrowing as he realised he had said it aloud. You gaped, frowning as you fought lacklustre against his iron grip. Breaths quickened in your chest, panting as you looked at the abject fear beginning to creep into Loki’s eyes. The gazes of a hundred confused spectators became nothing but a blur, their mutters fading. You stilled, letting your hand become limp. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. Suddenly, you lunged towards him - hooking your free arm around his shoulders. Loki swallowed a gasp as your lips met his with force, a low sigh breathing into your mouth as he melted into you. The god’s hands travelled to your ass, hoisting you around his hips as his tongue massaged your own with wild intensity. A palm slid up your back, winding in your hair as he pushed your face roughly to his. You could hear the PG-curses of Rogers as he frantically hoisted the stage curtains closed, his inane blustering audible over the gasps of intrigue from the crowd beyond. Loki’s feral kisses had moved to your neck, the desperate adrenaline coursing through him as he devoured your soft skin in messy sucks. You found your fingers curling in his lengths, pulling his head back gently. Just like the old days, you thought with a thrill. He frowned, panting. Loki wet his lips, preparing to speak before you covered his mouth with a flat palm. “I love you too, you infuriating whatever-you-are.” you enunciated slowly, lips feeling heavy with the force of his affections. The god’s brows slanted, deep lines appearing in his forehead as he shook his head from side to side; making your hand slip away. “Truly?” he growled incredulously, peering up through ebony lashes. “Truly.” you whispered, watching a smile as radiant as an April sunrise creep slowly across his face. “What happened to ‘I know you love me, Agent’…” you coyed, impersonating the timbre of his voice as he lowered you to the ground. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush to his bare chest. “Knowing and feeling are two different things, Agent.” he purred, before placing a languishing kiss on your forehead. “What would be the point in your love for me...” he murmured, muffled against the skin, “if you did not believe it yourself?” There was silence as Loki’s fingertip tenderly grazed your collarbone, steady breaths rising and falling between you as he nuzzled into your temple with a low sigh. You opened your eyes over Loki’s shoulder. “Oh – shit, what about her?” you groaned, giving a small, awkward wave to Amanda several meters away. That’s weird, you thought; frowning. She’s smiling. Smiling like...

Loki’s hand rose, a click of his fingers making the emerald skirts of Amanda’s dress begin to smoulder with bright green flame. “My brother owed me quite a few favours, Agent…” he murmured apologetically with a smile against your cheek.

Your eyes widened as a bulky frame peeled into view behind the mirage of Loki’s magic. But the grin – the grin was still the same. Thor flicked his hair, running his palms down his torso. “That’s better.” he rumbled, throwing you a wink. “Sorry about that…” he chuckled. “Motivation was required, apparently.” He folded his meaty forearms. “I still think you’re mad for being in love with him, by the way. But there’s no accounting for taste.” “You better not have started another Oath of Most Ass-yoor-red Recompense scenario.” you muttered dryly to your dark-haired lover, making another smile stretch across his face. He pulled you tight. “No, darling. This was purely fraternal reparations. Isn’t that right, brother?” he growled. “I have been reliably informed that I have been, what you call, a dick-head.” Thor grumbled penitently, scuffing his foot on the floor. “Indeed.” Loki hummed coldly, before his voice softened. “But tonight has gone some way to mending said wrongdoings. Along with your agreed donation to the orphan-fund, naturally.” “Naturally.” Thor grumbled, averting his eyes. Loki’s fingers toyed with the shell of your ear, the tips exploring the angle of your jaw lightly as if for the first time. “I believe that we should..talk? As is the custom I believe? If you’ll permit it.” You nodded, giddy disbelief still coursing through your veins. “As long as it’s not in this fucking ballroom.” you scoffed, before squealing as Loki gathered you effortlessly against his chest bridal style. “Gods, no.” Loki purred, capturing your lips in a wet kiss before his tantalisingly moist lips grazed your ear. “I think it’s time you finally saw my chambers, Agent -don’t you?”

To be continued in Final Bids: Love Wins (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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