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When I was a child in the '80s, I absorbed some kind of cultural truism that disco was ridiculous, embarrassing, cheesy, a cultural relic to be mocked at every turn. Remember, I'm under ten years old at this time, and I still manage to get this impression. There was another, milder sea change when grunge overtook the hair metal of the late '80s, so I never questioned the idea that disco should be dead and buried. We like silly things, I thought in my 13-year-old wisdom, and then we get over it.
Then I saw The Last Days of Disco (1998) while I was in college, and suddenly I realized that disco was fun, and it was likeâit was in the roots ofâmusic I already loved. And the end of that movie alsoâhints? tells you? I can't remember how explicitlyâthat disco didn't just fade like most trends; it was killed off.
I watched a lot of VH1 in those days, the late '90s, with a little TV sitting on my tall university-issue dresser, its corner overlooking my computer desk while I struggled with piles of assignments. This was the heyday of Behind the Music, so it was great background TV. And then one day (1999) they ran a Donna Summerâthe "Queen of Disco"âconcert special. The video up there is the song that immediately became my favorite of hers. Itâs just instant serotonin to me, any version of it. I bought the whole VH1 album on CD, and "This Time I Know It's For Real" may genuinely be one of my all-time favorite songs, now, still, more than 20 years later. You can hear the original version (1989) here (the backing instrumental that I just found today is lovely), but the live version ten years later, the video up there, has a really special comebackâjoyous, gracious survivalâenergy to it.
Watching the whole concert, I got it. Why the fuck did I ever think disco wasn't amazing? It was always the kind of thing I loved; we had all just been pretending that it was embarrassing glitter trash.
And then I found out why we were pretending. From densely-footnoted Wikipedia:
Disco Demolition Night was a Major League Baseball (MLB) promotion on Thursday, July 12, 1979, at Comiskey Park in Chicago, Illinois, that ended in a riot. At the climax of the event, a crate filled with disco records was blown up on the field between games of the twi-night doubleheader between the Chicago White Sox and the Detroit Tigers. Many had come to see the explosion rather than the games and rushed onto the field after the detonation. The playing field was so damaged by the explosion and by the rioters that the White Sox were required to forfeit the second game to the Tigers. [...] The popularity of disco declined significantly in late 1979 and 1980. Many disco artists carried on, but record companies began labeling their recordings as dance music. [...] Rolling Stone critic Dave Marsh described Disco Demolition Night as "your most paranoid fantasy about where the ethnic cleansing of the rock radio could ultimately lead". Marsh was one who, at the time, deemed the event an expression of bigotry, writing in a year-end 1979 feature that "white males, eighteen to thirty-four are the most likely to see disco as the product of homosexuals, blacks, and Latins, and therefore they're the most likely to respond to appeals to wipe out such threats to their security. It goes almost without saying that such appeals are racist and sexist, but broadcasting has never been an especially civil-libertarian medium." Nile Rodgers, producer and guitarist for the disco-era band Chic,
(who survived the disco era to make half the music I loved in the '80s)
likened the event to Nazi book burning. Gloria Gaynor, who had a huge disco hit with "I Will Survive," stated, "I've always believed it was an economic decisionâan idea created by someone whose economic bottom line was being adversely affected by the popularity of disco music. So they got a mob mentality going."
The DJ who ran the whole thing, Steve Dahl, complains that it was VH1 itselfâyou know, those Behind the Music specials I was watchingâcirca 1996 that labeled the whole debacle as bigotry when it so totally was not, you guys, and he is so tired of defending himself. But I'm gonna tell you, Steve, I don't really care. Maybe Disco Demolition Night was your fault; maybe you were just a part of something so much bigger and uglier that you couldn't see the whole size of it. Can you draw a direct line from the weird bigoted vitriol directed at those dance records to Ronald Reagan, elected the very next year, not giving a single fuck about the AIDS crisis? You probably don't want to, but I will.
And I don't care because I can look around the U.S. right now and tell you, nearly 45 years later, people are trying to demolish a lot more than disco. The Club Q shooter was sentenced to life in prison just a few hours ago. It's Pride Month, and we're all sitting here holding our breaths. That's a terrible way to end a post about a beautiful happy song I love, I guess, unless you turn it around and say, that should have been the whole point of this post in the first place. Listen to this song and think, people wanted to destroy this music, this sound, this joy for some reason. They want to stop people from just living their lives, from dancing. And yet, disco is still here. It was there in 1979, and it was there when Donna Summer released this song in 1989, and it was there when she returned in 1999. The Queen of Disco passed away in 2012, and it's still here. I feel a lot of joy when I listen to this song, but I don't think I'd ever thought about it being the joy of grooving with something just because itâs beautiful, the joy of just being here, still.
#donna summer#music#video#disco demolition night#queer history#lgbtqia+#club q shooting#aids crisis#pride#pride for one thousand years#I feel really hesitant about the turn this post took but#if the dots are there you gotta connect them#long post#music discussion
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ONE LAST TIME, R. SUNA
sum. two months into your relationship with your current boyfriend, your ex-fwb finally sends you a voicenote to let you know exactly how he feels about it.
feat. rintarou suna
cw. ex-fwb!suna, cheating, mutual masturbation (kinda lol), jealousy, dirty talk, anal mention, pillow humping, possessiveness, degradation
wc. 1.2k
When you posted your first official pictures of you and your new boyfriend, you had expected Suna to reactâŚnegatively. You basically braced for impact the moment you hit post, but all you got from him was an Instagram notification and two texts.
sunarin liked your post.
rin ;)
lmk if you want me to delete our pics. and hmu when you two break up :p
You never bothered replying, initially not sure how to reply, and then forgetting about the texts entirely. The two of you barely have any contact for a few weeks after that, but he's obviously keeping up with your socials; liking every post and viewing every story. It doesn't bother you, but it's weird going cold turkey on your relationship like that. You had expected him to reach out for some sort of closure. You wanted him to.Â
Halloween swings by in no time, and (much to you boyfriendâs dismay) you dress up as a sexy nurse. You donât remember much of the night, but you do know that you posted a picture of you and your friends all dressed up on your story before getting blackout drunk.Â
Your phone dies early on in the night. Your friends take good care of you up until itâs time to bring you back home, and you donât wake up until the afternoon. You donât check your phone until a couple hours after thatâlong after it's been turned on and charged to 100%.Â
When you finally check it, two particular notifications catch your attention.Â
sunarin liked your story.Â
rin ;)
Voice Message
The voice message is 12 minutes long.Â
You exit your texts immediately, opting to distract yourself by tending to your other notifications. It doesnât help much. Your mind races, wondering what he was talking about for so long and if it was really so important that he reached out after almost four months of near-silence.Â
You toss your phone onto your bed, shaking your head. You try to ignore it, cleaning the bathroom and folding the laundry and vacuuming the living room all in an effort to forget about the lengthy recording sitting in your phone.Â
But it doesnât take long for the curiosity gnawing at you to win.Â
You practically run back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Your fingers move quickly across the screen, hitting play without hesitation.Â
The first 8 seconds are nearly silent, and you start to wonder if itâs possible that he sent such a long message by mistake.
But then you hear a heavy sigh.
âI like your costume.â His tone is hushed, like heâs telling you a secret. âYou look hot.â
Thereâs another moment of silence, like heâs giving you a chance to change your mind and stop listening.Â
But then Suna moans and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.Â
âYou never answered my text, yâknow. When I asked if you wanted me to delete our pictures. So, uh, I kept âem.â
Oh.Â
Oh fuck.
âIâm looking at one right now. Itâs from last Halloween. When you-â His breath hitches. âWhen you went as a Playboy Bunny.â
You remember. Suna dressed as Hugh Hefner and the two of you went to a party together. Then he took you back to his apartment and fucked you while you were still wearing the bunny ears and bowtie.Â
Youâre pretty positive youâre not wearing the bodysuit in the picture heâs looking at.Â
âI donât know how much of this night you actually remember, but I can describe the picture for you.â
You tense, anticipation sending goosebumps up your arms.Â
âYouâre kneeling on the ground, looking up at the camera, and youâve still got those bunny ears on your head.â
This voice message is going in the last direction you thought it would. Is heâ?
âYouâve got cum all over your face, baby.â He laughs to himself before continuing. âAnd youâre sticking your tongue out like a fucking whore.â
Suna takes a ragged breath, a sound you're all too familiar with. It confirms your suspicionsâheâs definitely jerking off.Â
âThat was a good night. We had a lot of good nights.â He sounds miffed all of a sudden. âI seriously doubt the boyfriend is fucking you as good as I did.â
You suppress a shiver. A pang of guilt heats your chest at the mention of your boyfriend. You should stop listening. Delete the message. Tell him to delete the pictures and then probably block him.Â
Or you could let the message keep playing.Â
Suna inhales sharply, followed by a shaky moan. You swear you can hear the sound of his fist stroking his dick.Â
âI hope youâre not letting him put it in your ass like you let me. Thatâs our thing, okay?â
Under different circumstances you would have laughed.Â
âFuck,â he hisses. âAnd I hope youâre not letting him spit in your fucking mouth. Orâshitâdoing that thing where youâd suck me off with your head hanging upside down off the bed.â He falters at the end of the sentence, groaning into the phone.
âIâm not gonnaââ he interrupts himself, sighing deeply. âIâm not gonna pretend Iâve been happy for you. I miss you.â
You feel hot all over, a heady combination of annoyance and arousal and embarrassment. Thereâs a dull throbbing between your legs and in the back of your mind you wonder if this is what Suna wanted when he sent the message.Â
âJustâjust let me fuck you one more time. Okay princess? Iâll make it sooo good for you,â he whines. You can hear his hand picking up speed.
âItâs still early. Two months is nothing, it wonât even count as cheating.â You can hear the smirk in his voice. âGod, just one last time. Please?â
Without thinking, you grab a pillow and position yourself over it in a straddle. You wonât let him fuck you, but that doesnât mean he canât make you come one last time.
âI promise Iâll do that thing you like with my tongue. And you can pick all the positions if you want to.â Thereâs a tremble in his voice. âOr just lay there. Iâll do all the work.â
You grind into the pillow beneath you, picturing the expression you know heâd be wearing if he were in front of youâbatting those dark eyelashes with raised eyebrows, just barely able to control the smug curve of his lips.
Heat pools in your gut and a whimper falls from your lips. Suna keeps talking.
âI know you miss me. You have to. Youâre probably touching yourself to this right now.âÂ
You gasp softly and rock your hips faster.
âSuch a fucking slut.â You hear the telltale quiver in his voice that tells you heâs getting close. âMy fucking slut.â
You moan, his words giving you flashbacks.
âOh fuck. Fuck, Iâm coming,â he rasps, before letting off a series of moans and whimpers that almost make you concede. You grind harder into the pillow beneath you, imagining Suna in his room, chest heaving, talking into the phone and making himself come to pictures of you.Â
That does it. A tsunami of pleasure washes over you, forcing your body to tense before you go limp, collapsing onto your bed with a shudder.
You and Suna breathe in tandem, both of you catching your breath.Â
You hear another laugh through the phone. âDamn, that was a lot.â Thereâs the sound of sheets rustling. âKinda made a mess, princess.â
Heâs silent for another few beats before clearing his throat. âText me, okay?â he says quietly. âPlease.â
The voice message ends.
#suna smut#suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou smut#haikyuu smut#hq smut#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#fatherbrat âą library#sunarin#hq#tw cheating
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you seek out a vampire to help you with something.
pairing:Â vampire!jk x sadgirl, blood donor!reader
genre: vampire au, angst, fluff (really a sadgirl fic lol)
word count:Â 7.6k
warnings: blood, needles, talking about how you euthanize cows and such? suicidal thoughts (not graphic or elaborated? very straightforward?)
rating:Â NC-17 â Adults Only
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Itâs a freezing cold December night when you step into the dark alleyway, your thighs having gone numb under your jeans a while ago. The sun set hours ago, and the only light present is that of a few scattered streetlights.Â
Your pulse quickens as you take another cautious step. Something moves further in, where the light barely reaches, and since thereâs no snow yet, you hear the slight crunch of frozen fall leaves under⌠footsteps. From the dark, a tall figure approaches slowly in a way that would have anyoneâs blood chilling.
âI have a proposition,â you state, trying to stand somewhat tall.
"A proposition?â a low voice inquires, and you have to tilt your head up to look at the face that emerges from the shadows. âIâll fuck you, but Iâm not turning you for sex.â
âThatâs not whatâI donât want sex or to be turned.â
He directs his full attention to you, and in turn, you get a better glimpse of his features. He looks like a man; incredibly handsome with jet black hair, eyebrows, and eyes, but his skin is paler than anything youâve seen, and thereâs the tiniest smudge of something red tinting the corner of his mouth. Though his eyebrow is raised, he doesnât look very entertained.
âYou can have my blood. All of it, if you just take it quickly.â
He lifts his hand to slowly wipe the red from his face. The outfit he wearsâa black leather jacket and black pantsâlooks human but is definitely too cold to wear this time of year.
âWhat makes you think I wouldnât simply take it if I wanted to? Why would I need your permission?â
âIâm just saying. Take it if you want it?â
He looks at you, seemingly at least a little intrigued by the odd human in front of him. You definitely understand that most people run the other way at the sight of this big, intimidating being.Â
âYou realize âall of itâ means youâll be dead, right?â
You nod. âDo we have a deal?â
âRegardless of if I wanted to or not, I literally just⌠ate, so I physically canât. Not for another week or so.â
You feel your shoulders drop slightly, and you blink, trying to improvise a plan.
âOkay, well⌠Do you want to meet here in a week, then?â
At that, he tilts his head. âYou want to die here, in a dirty alleyway?â
âI donât care. So yes or no?â
âIf you want me to do this, give me something in return first, okay?â
You look at him in confusion. âYouâre getting my blood?â
âWho's to say your blood is even good?â
Trying not to let his words discourage you, you look around, thinking. Maybe you shouldâve played harder to get? At least in the sense of giving him a hunt? You donât want to waste any time, but he might not be your best option.Â
âFine, do you know if there are other vampires around here? How do I find them?â
It took you three weeks to even find this one, and maybe it was more luck than anything, so setting off on another search doesnât sound too exciting. These creatures really do live in the shadows.
âNo, listen. Whether your blood is delicious or not, it would certainly be helpful to have it. ButâŚâ
âBut?â
âLet me stock up on it first. Meet me at my place and let me take some every week for two months and then Iâll take the rest.â
You look around again, unsure if you should just try to find someone else. Two months is not ideal; itâs too long, and youâre sure you could manage to find someone else in the meantime.Â
The vampire senses your hesitation and takes a step closer.
âYou want it to be quick, which means youâre scared of pain. People around here, my kind, tend to drag it out. Pain and fear equal adrenalin, which gives the blood a certain⌠flavor that some enjoy. Agree to my compromise, and Iâll make it quick and practically painless.â
He gives you the smallest of smiles, barely a hint of one, but it feels wicked and makes a cold shiver run down your spine. You know heâs not trustworthy, but heâs getting a lot out of the deal, and you have nothing to lose, really.
âOkay. Whatâs the address?â
In the middle of the day a week later, you find yourself in front of a big two-story house. Itâs nice, looks pretty expensive but⌠like a regular house? Itâs painted white and definitely not blood-red or even black. Aligning more with your expectations is how the house is partially obscured from the road by huge, towering spruces and how it seems to lie just a little bit further from the neighboring houses. Thereâs a thin layer of snow on the ground now, but youâre not sure whether itâll stick.
After confirming that no, there is no door bell, you lift your fist to knock on the door. Vampires have crazy good hearing anyway, right? Youâd assume so, given the fact that theyâre always portrayed as super fast, super strong, super⌠attractive, and with super hearing, super vision, just⌠super all around. The mythical creatures donât officially exist to the world, but in your little town, everyone knows they do. And they do. You found one. So if they drink blood and are super attractiveâat least this oneâitâs not too weird to assume thereâs more truth to their pop-culture portrayal.Â
You can see how the townâs vampire believers and enthusiasts shake their heads in disappointment at your relative indifference, but truth be told, youâd probably be more curious about the vampire whose home youâre about to step into if the situation was different. Or maybe youâd have some self-preservation and run the other way?
The door opens almost soundlessly, and when you look up, you meet those black, bottomless eyes. It really is his color, you think, your gaze drawn to the short-sleeve, black button-down heâs wearing, the top three buttons or so left undone. With it, heâs wearing black pants on the looser side. He looks incredibly handsome, and very effortlessly so. His hair is shiny and looks soft, and like it naturally falls into that slight side-part.
âAre you gonna come in or just stand there and ogle me?â He isnât smiling teasingly; he just looks at you, unimpressed.
âSorry.âÂ
He turns to retreat back into the house, and youâre left to enter through the open door. There are no lights on inside, and when you close the door behind you, cutting off a majority of the daylight, you start to feel like youâre truly inside a vampireâs home. Still, itâs light enough for you to follow said vampireâs back after hastily removing your coat and folding it to leave over the boots you step out of. Since you assumed he needs access to the veins in your arms, you picked out a gray t-shirt and a black zip-up hoodie thatâs a little too big on you, paired with jeans. Nothing fancyâyouâre not there to impress him.
With quickened steps, you catch up to him as he wordlessly leads the way into his kitchen, a place you doubt he uses much. Vampires donât actually eat, do they? Either way, the room is clean and feels almost... sterile, despite the walnut cupboards and dark gray countertops.
On the short end of a wide, matching walnut dining table, a bunch of supplies are laid out. He gestures to one of the two chairs positioned around the corner of the table, but as you sit down, he turns to leave.
âUhm, I donât know how to do this,â you admit, pulling the zipper of your hoodie down and slipping one arm out. âI mean, Iâm sure it canât be that complicated in⌠theory, but I donât think I can do it on myself.â
âIâm just gonna wash my hands,â he explains, and there seems to be a very slight trace of emotion in his voice and on his face that you interpret as amusement. He thinks you're dumb.
Oh. Well⌠does it really matter if his hands are squeaky clean or not?
Water hits the sink with a familiar sound as you focus on the table, inspecting the supplies. Thereâs a needle with a tube attached to it, a tourniquet, some syringes, antiseptic wipes, and a few empty blood bags. A voice in your head wonders if maybe he changed his mind and will simply take everything at this moment because those bags look pretty big, and youâre not sure you can fill them and still walk out of this place.Â
The water stops, and you sit pretty and wait until he positions the other chair in front of you, a little to the side. Youâve never been a fan of needles or having your blood drawn, so you focus your eyes the other way, to a specific part of his kitchen window and the overcast outside. You hear the sound of paper and plastic ripping, and you feel his cold fingers place and tighten the tourniquet around your upper arm and feel for your veins before he wipes the area clean.
âScared of needles?â he teases arrogantly, and you see how he reaches for the sharp object on the table.
âBodily reaction. I canât help it,â you explain before holding your breath and waiting for the poke.
It comes soon after; an uncomfortable but not too painful prick. With one hand, he moves some things around on the table, and you try to keep as still as possible, loathing the feeling of a needle jolting around in your vein.
âYouâre not curious as to why I know how to do this stuff? Or worried that I donât?â he wonders, releasing the tourniquet and seemingly fastening the needle to your skin with some tape.
âNo. I guess it doesnât surprise me; blood and vampires seem to go hand in hand.â
He surprises you by letting out a quiet chuckle before placing a red stress ball in your hand. âSqueeze this. Iâll be back to change the bag in a few minutes.â
Nodding, you watch him rise from his chair and leave the room.
Left to your own devices and with the filling blood bag taped to the chairâs armrest by its thin tube, you close your eyes.Â
The house is entirely silent, and you have no idea where the vampire went. After he moved the stuff around on the table, you were able to count exactly three blood bags with a printed 450 ml on them. That adds up to somewhere between one and one and half liters and around 30% of your blood volume if youâve calculated correctly. According to your brief research, a human doesnât typically survive losing more than 40% of their blood unless given emergency medical attention. You probably wonât feel too great after today, but you most likely wonât die. You think.
Slowly, the minutes start to tick by, but you feel okay so far. Youâve got a good rhythm going for the stress ball, squeezing, holding, releasing. Squeezing, holding, releasing. The silence has your mind wandering.
âYou can stop for a bit.â
The vampireâs sudden voice has your eyes flying open. He hadnât made a single sound, returning to the kitchen. Catching your breath, you nod, keeping the ball still in your hand. You donât look at the needle in your arm, but you see the bag full of dark red that the vampire sits down and trades for an empty one, attaching the tubes before he fastens them in the same way to the armrest.Â
When heâs done, he lifts his hand, and you spot one of his fingertips covered in red. For a split second, he observes it, and then he puts the finger to his tongue. At first, itâs weird to see, and you almost want to tell him that itâs not hygienic to taste other peopleâs blood. That is before you remember that other peopleâs blood is what sustains him.
He looks to be assessing something, and suddenly, youâre worried he might not like it.
âB positive," he focuses on you, but you give him a slight, confused shrug because you have no idea what blood type you are or what it means in this context.Â
âIs that⌠okay?â
âItâs⌠meh. Not the most common but also not the rarest. Most of my kind prefer A or even AB, though.â
âOh."
Of course, your blood is substandard. You nod toward the filled bag on the table. âWill you have any use for this then?â
Truly, it would be just your luck to not even have the scary creatures, who roam the night in search of victims to drain, want your blood.
âYeah. Doesnât matter. I can always use it as a backup if I donât get the chance to feed in time. Squeeze.â
Per his order, you resume squeezing. The rest of the process goes relatively smoothly, although youâve started feeling a lot⌠weaker by the time the second bag is full and the vampire is about to switch it for the third.Â
Thereâs a lot about blood and the human body that you donât know, and youâre silently wondering what the recovery rate is and if you can really give him this much every week. Does he plan on taking less next time or has he not taken it into consideration?
âWhy do you want to die?â
You blink at his bluntness, looking at his uncaring face. He obviously doesnât care to hear the longer story, and you donât care to tell it, so you settle for a shorter, more condensed version.
âThereâs something wrong with me. I donât belong here.â
âDidnât taste like it.â
âMaybe not physically.â
He doesnât dig further, but when your blood starts trickling into the third bag, the vampire stays seated. You still close your eyes, afraid that youâll stare at his face otherwise, and he didnât particularly seem to like that.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs just the blood loss or a combination of having slept poorly for the last few weeks and being in a calm, silent environment, but youâre feeling tired. Really tired. And cold.Â
âSqueeze harder,â his voice instructs, void of emotion. You do your best to follow his instructions, squeezing the ball tighter even though itâs getting difficult.
âWeâre done.â
You open your eyes, finding the vampire much closer than before and his fingers swiftly removing the needle from your arm.
âOkay, so⌠uhâŚâ you start, finding it hard to choose words or even think of what you want to convey in the first place. âDo I come back⌠same time⌠next week?âÂ
âNo. Make it two weeks.â
You look at him, confusion written across your features, but itâs hard to focus your eyes on his face. Itâs blurry, and there are dark spots infiltrating your vision.
âI took as much as I could, and while you wonât have time to replenish everything in two weeks either, Iâll at least get more out of you than in just one week.â
He smiles, and if you had the energy and maybe (mostly) the common sense, youâd be scared by the way he truly looks so wicked.Â
âOkay. Iâll see you then.â
The vampire takes the stress ball from you and rises from the chair with the used supplies in his hands. You grip the armrests best you can, but your right hand slips, and you stumble a little, trying to stand. Itâs so incredibly cold, and you feel dizzy, nauseous, and weak, putting your hoodie back on properly.
Very quietly, you hear him move around the kitchen, and while he hasnât explicitly told you to leave, youâre very much assuming he wants nothing else. So on unsteady legs, you make your way back to the front door, where you grab your coat to haphazardly put it on, and you step into your boots, unable to bend down to tie them properly.
Youâre able to make it to your old but trustworthy car that you parked on the street, but when you sit down in the driverâs seat and close the door behind you, you realize that you definitely canât drive as itâs proving more and more difficult to even keep your eyes open. You canât walk home, you have no one to come pick you up, and even if there probably is a bus stop somewhere around here, you donât think youâd make it there.Â
So with your last burst of energy, you pull the lever under the seat to push it back a little, leaving your boots on the floor as you bring your feet and knees up. Your coat finds a new purpose as a makeshift blanket, and you cover as much of your body as you can with it. Fully knowing that as you close your eyes, you might never open them again, you donât care that much. Dying is what you want, anyway.
Surprisingly, you do open your eyes again. Itâs dark when you do, and itâs so, so cold. Your heart is beating hard as it tries to circulate blood that just isnât there anymore, and itâs with a low groan that you move, trying to reach for the phone in the pocket of your coat.
Itâs seven p.m.. You met with the vampire at two p.m., and the visit took less than an hour, which means that you got into your car at maybe a bit before three, and so youâve been passed out for four hours. It takes you a while to come to properly, and even when you do, you feel weak, groggy, and stiff. Ideally, you shouldnât drive, but you have no other means of getting home, so you decide on a route consisting of smaller roads with lower speed limits and less traffic.
Itâs no wonder you feel like youâre on deathâs doorstep because when you do some further Googling on blood donation and blood volumes at home, you calculate exactly how much someone of your size would have. And you find that the vampire took 38% of that.
Three weeks later, youâre knocking on his door again. He opens it, an eyebrow raised and looking even more unimpressed than last time.Â
âIâm sorry I didnât show last week, but I was sick,â you inform, hoping heâll accept your apology. âDidnât think you wouldâve wanted to see⌠that.â
âYouâre right.â
Thatâs all he says before he turns, leaving the door open for you just like last time. Well, you take that as a sign that youâre forgiven, and so you follow him inside.Â
Trying to keep up with him, youâre feeling even smaller and weaker around the tall vampire than before, and truth be told, you are. Because according to those Google searches, while it takes the body only approximately 24-48 hours to replace the blood plasma, it takes four to six weeks to replenish the red blood cells and recover fully. And thatâs from having one bag of 450ml donated; you left three and itâs only been three weeks since. Essentially, the vampire is taking your blood a lot faster than you can produce it.
Like last time, you sit down on the same chair in his kitchen, but since he wasnât expecting you, he has to retrieve the supplies from elsewhere. You remain quiet while he organizes everything, stealing a few glances at him in the meantime. This time, heâs wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts, and youâre amazed at just how⌠ordinary he looks. In the best way possible, of course.Â
Without being too tight, the shirt does a very good job at showing off his physique: it hangs wonderfully off his shoulders and dips slightly between his pecs. It exposes the prominent veins stretching across both his arms and hands, and you wonder if vampires also âliveâ in the way that he has a heart that pumps blood around his body. Or if heâs really âdeadâ or âundeadâ like some media describe them?
âWhat?â he questions, having caught you staring.
âYou look very human,â you say quietly. âLike a college guy.â
An athletic college guy. The one whoâs just a little too handsome to be exact.
The trace of amusement that flashes across his face is so faint that youâre not sure you didnât simply imagine it. He doesnât respond to your observation, only sitting down and reaching for your arm. His large hands feel a little warmer against your skin than you remember them doing last time, and you turn your head when he prepares the needle. Thereâs a pinch and then the immediate relief when he loosens the tourniquet.
âHere,â the red stress ball is placed into your hand again. Looking down briefly, you watch your own hand squeeze it, but the red fluid flowing through the transparent tube is too off-putting, and so you close your eyes again.
A minute or so passes while you keep squeezing the ball to some sort of rhythm tied to your breaths. It wonât be long. Soon, everything will be over.Â
Somewhere, you lose track of time, and to regain some sense of reality, you flutter your eyelids open. Only to see the vampire stare coldly at you. You freeze.
âI thought you left,â you admit, the surprise clear in your voice.
âIâm keeping an eye on you,â he explains, face still stoic.
You look at him dumbly. âNo offense, but why? The point is to kill me, anyway?â
âNo, itâs to take as much as possible,â he corrects you. âTo a reasonable extent. And then kill you. Here, let me change the bag.â
You close your eyes once more as he switches the full bag to a new, empty one. The dizziness comes a lot quicker than it did three weeks ago, but then again, youâve been feeling more or less weak and faint ever since that first donation.
âOkay, weâre done.â
You look at him, surprised. âAlready? But you didnât even fill the second bag fully?â
âI took too much last time, and like I said, I want to get as much out of you as possible.â
For the first time, you think you see a hint of a discreet fang when he gives you a blood-chilling smile.
The process of removing everything is quick, and before you know it, youâre putting your feet into your boots again. You feel faint, like your knees might buckle under you any second, but you donât feel weak to the point of passing out for hours in your car; you do that when youâre home in bed instead.
Suffering from what you gather is immense anemia, you donât have the energy to really do anything between your visits to the vampire besides lie on the couch and watch TV. You quit your retail job the Monday after finding him in that alleyway, confident (and correctly so) that you wouldnât be able to handle really any job at all.Â
Even rotting away on the couch with your eyes glued to the screen, you can barely understand what the shows are about. Your brain struggles to place the people and remember the plot lines, and you find yourself almost daydreaming instead. Though itâs mostly just flashing images of the vampire whose name you still donât know.
If your heart wasnât already so strained, it would beat harder for him in some kind of fear-filled attraction. Heâs absolutely gorgeousâand thereâs definitely something almost drawing you to himâbut heâs also so, so intimidating. If the end goal wasnât to die, youâd for sure be running for the hills and looking over your shoulder late at night.
Next time, thereâs a slight smile pulling on the vampireâs lips when he opens the door.
âStill alive?â
You chuckle quietly, looking down at your boots. âUnfortunately.â
Taking off your coat reveals another simple outfit with no other purpose than granting the vampire access to your arms while keeping your freezing body warm. This time, itâs a thick, brown cardigan over a t-shirt, paired with somewhat baggy jeans.
The contrast between your clothes is almost funny. Even indoors, youâd be freezing in the half-open thin, white dress shirt he wears messily tucked into black, also thin-looking slacks. The gap in his shirt makes you want to reach out and touch his pale chest, but of course, you keep your hands to yourself.
Once again, you follow him inside, and while you donât need him to, he guides you to the same spot in his kitchen where the stuff is all laid out.Â
Sitting down, you slip your arm out of the cardigan and place it on the armrest. The vampire washes his hands and then comes to sit down in front of you, reaching for the tourniquet to position it around your bicep. With the elastic band tightened, he rips open an antiseptic wipe to clean the inside of your elbow, and then, he prepares the needle like always.Â
You look away, holding your breath until the pinch comes and for a few seconds after.Â
âThe whole thing about vampires losing control around blood⌠I take it thatâs just storytelling?â
âDepends,â he answers, and despite not looking at him, you just know heâs got one eyebrow raised and a hint of a cocky smile on his lips. âIf weâre hungry and someone happens to bleed around us, yeah, it can be more⌠tempting. Also depends on what sort of blood we prefer.â
âAnd you donât like mine,â you state, your foggy brain concluding it the reason he seems to not care about the vulnerable blood right in front of him.
He laughs this time, a really nice sound that has your strained heart almost skipping an important beat. âI changed my weekly feeding to Thursdays, so Iâm still quite full. And your blood isnât vile, itâs just not what I personally go crazy for.â
âOh,â you let out, looking at him before something dawns on you. âWait. You eat once a week only? How much do you eat then? Or⌠drink?â
He nods toward the bag he just secured to your arm. âSomeone of my size typically only needs about two of these a week to survive and not maniacally hunt and kill, but to really thrive? Between two and three liters, so four to six bags. I usually go hunting Friday or Saturday night when most bars and pubs are full. Itâs surprisingly easy to find a few drunks stumbling around who wonât even realize what happened the day after.â
âSo you donât⌠kill?â
âNot if we can help it. Thereâs been⌠an increase in vampires around here, and if people drop dead? No, itâs less suspicious and only a little more work to find a few victims instead of draining one dry.â
âMakes sense.â
âMhm. I typically donât have to beg women to come with me, either.â
Something ice cold travels through your body at that last sentence. You wonder whose blood was on his lips that night when you found him.
âI canât believe youâre telling me this, though? You seem like youâd tell me to mind my own business.â
Even more, you canât believe you asked.
He smiles. âI donât know. Like I said, people will occasionally find out what I am, find me fascinating, and ask a thousand questions. Iâve always thought it to be incredibly annoying, and Iâm not really supposed to tell them anything even if I wanted toâwhich I donâtâbut itâs been⌠odd, not being questioned by you. At all. Almost boring, like Iâm not interesting to you.â
His answer surprises you, and for a moment, you imagine teenage you, not bubbly per se but at least a bit more naive than the current version. Would she be the type to annoy him? You donât think so.Â
âObjectively, you are interesting, but I canât believe how brave people are? If things were different, I wouldnât have gone out looking for a vampire in the first place. And if I somehow stumbled upon you, I wouldâve run the other way because youâd terrify me.â
Slowly, he smirks at your honesty.Â
âI scare you?âÂ
Youâd be lying if you claimed the cold, calculating aura around him didnât.
Youâre not sure if he has any super powers like in the movies, but honestly, he wouldnât need to be able to lift a bus to kill you. The scariest thing about him isnât how he could end your life in a hundred different ways either way, itâs how he could drag it out and extend your suffering before doing so. Of course, your body and instincts find him scary, but in a way, your mind⌠doesnât? Then again, youâre here because your mind wants him to kill you.
âI donât know.â
âHm,â is all he says, his eyes falling to the blood bag. âI have to change it. Hold on.â
âOkay,â you mumble, finding it hard to concentrate. Your heart beats so hard it hurts, but at the same time, your breathing is slowing down. Closing your eyes, you feel him move stuff around.
âHow are you feeling?â he suddenly asks, but it doesnât sound like he cares too much.
âHonestly? Terrible,â you admit, keeping your eyes closed.Â
You keep still when you feel his hands on your arm, but then you hear a little⌠rip.
âFuck.â
Curiously, you open your tired eyes, seeing the vampire hold the empty bag up to inspect it.Â
âThis was the last one I had. This brand is fucking terrible quality; how do you make blood bags so weak they rip?â
âYou donât have anything else to collect it in?â
He sighs defeatedly, âNo, it needs to be in these kinds of bags so I can store and freeze it properly.â
âOh. Okay.â
âIâll have to stock up on them and maybe take more next time.â
You nod slowly and understandingly. That will probably be the last time, then.
About a week and a half later, you find yourself on a bench downtown, your hands in the pockets of your coat to keep them warm. Itâs Saturday, and on the other side of the street, a few people are standing in line to be let inside your townâs best version of a nightclub. Youâre not certain what exactly brought you here, and youâre sure that if the happy, club-dressed people took the time to observe their surroundings, theyâd notice you staring and look at you weirdly in turn.
âHello?â
Registering the almost rude-sounding voice, you blink as you turn your head. Itâs a guy.Â
âHuh?â
His face looks skeptic, and heâs got his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Heâs not wearing a jacket or coat of any kind over his white t-shirt, so you gather heâs in the middle of a night out. Probably left a bar for a smoke and spotted you.
âI asked you what your name is? Like three times?â
Heâs good looking with black hair and dark eyes, but the tone of his voice is very unattractive, and you have no interest in him whatsoever, knowing he isnât just looking to be your friend.
âOh. UhâŚâ
You donât say it. Itâs not that you donât remember your name or that youâre making a conscious effort to deny him the information, but itâs like your thoughts are at a standstill.Â
âBeat it.â
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. His lips didnât move.
âAnd who are you?â he asks, irritation dripping from his words, and this time, his lips are moving. However, his eyes are not on you but on something behind you.
Just as youâre about to turn around, the man in front of you leaves. His steps are quick, his mission abandoned.
âWhat are you doing here?â
Of course. It clicks the moment the vampire comes into view, and youâre surprised you didnât immediately recognize his deep voice. Heâs wearing that same leather jacket and some black pants, an outfit still very much inappropriate for winter. Though, something about him feels⌠wilder, almost a little uncontained? You canât put your finger on what exactly.
âUh, people-watching,â you inform as he rounds the bench, sitting down next to you.
Because heâs beautiful like no other, you glance discreetly at his face. Heâs so masculine, but in certain lights, you glimpse something softer. You particularly like his nose and its rounded tip. It gives him such an attractive profile, you think, gaze traveling over his features and lingering on his dark eyelashes.
âWhy? Isnât it cold as hell for you?â
âUhm, I donât know? And I guess?â
From looking straight ahead, he turns his head, redirecting his full attention to you. The light from the closest street lamp reflects in his dark eyes.
âIs there any truth to that whole âvampires are designed to lure humans inâ thing?â
He grins. âI lure you in?â
âYouâre more intimidating than you are attractive, actually,â you admit earnestly, wincing a little on the inside at how it came out a bit like an insult. Heâs definitely attractive, and maybe the fact that he is so attractive is part of why heâs also so intimidating. âIâm just wondering what you looked like before.â
âIâve always looked like this,â he explains casually, once again peering out over the cold, dark street. âVampirism doesnât change anything besides, like, skin impurities and conditions. I wouldâve shown you a picture, but there were no cameras around when I was human,â he smiles cheekily.
âAnyway, you should go home. Itâs really cold and not really safe at this time either,â he encourages.
You nod, realizing that he wants to protect his backup supply. âYeah.â
âGood. Iâll see you next week.â
âMhm.â
You expect him to get up and leave, confused when five seconds pass and he hasnât moved. The feeling seems to be mutual because he turns his head to look at you again.
âSo, are you leaving or not?â
âI am.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â
You look away, clearing your throat a bit awkwardly and realizing that you might just have to tell him, since he doesnât seem to be leaving before you. âI donât think I⌠can. I walked here, but I think I overestimated myself.â
The vampire looks you over briefly, probably just to be sure, but you both know that your main health concerns arenât visible.Â
âWhere do you live?â
âOh, not that far. Like less than a ten minute walk, but IâŚâ
âWhatâs your address?â
â124 Conch Street.â
âStand up.â
âWhat?â
âStand up.â
Puzzled, you follow his instructions and slowly rise to your feet. Though youâve been sitting stranded on the bench for almost two hours, the dizziness returns the moment you stand.
But the vampire isnât satisfied. âGet up on the bench and undo your coat up to your waist.â
This time, you give him a skeptic look.
âJust do as I say,â he holds his hand out for you.
Slowly and still confused, you take it, and with his aid, you step up onto the bench.
To your surprise, he lets go, and before you know it, heâs unzipped your coat from the bottom up to your waist, positioned himself in front of you, and grabbed your thighs. Instinctively, you place your arms around his neck as he hoists you onto his back and starts walking.
âWhat are you doing?â you breathe quietly.
âTaking you home in an inconspicuous way. It looks like weâre a couple, does it not?â
âDefinitely an odd and unexpected couple if so, but I guess?â
âYouâre a pretty girl, you know?â
Your lungs hold your breath for an extra second before slowly releasing it, and then you hum, but itâs only to actually provide him with an answer. You definitely donât think youâre anywhere near pretty enough for someone like him. He doesnât call you out on your vague answer.
Youâre not the most common sight, couple or not, and people still watch you as you pass them. Unsure as to how to meet their curious gazes, you donât; turning your head forward instead. When youâre so close, you inevitably catch his scent, only to find that he doesnât smell like a whole lot. There are traces of soap, laundry detergent, and maybe a hint of cologne, but not much else. No lingering smell of sweat or anything like that.
He walks you through the city and past the alleyway where you first found him. Itâs quiet, except for the muted sound of his footsteps as well as those of a man a bit ahead, evidently hurrying to get home and away from the cold.
âAre there more vampires here?â you wonder, looking around the silent street and thinking it might not be as empty as it seems.Â
âYes,â he confirms casually.
It has your brain working, and the surroundings reminding you of why youâre with him in the first place.
âHow are you going to kill me?â
If heâs caught off guard by your straightforward question, he does a good job of not showing it.Â
âI donât know.â
âOkay. But Iâd rather not bleed out,â you say, body aching at the mere thought. Although youâre certain there are much worse ways to go, you really donât like the feeling of severe blood loss.
âItâs the easiest way though,â he explains. âItâs not as easy to drain a body without a heartbeat to move the blood around.â
âAre you familiar with livestock?â you ask, thinking back to what your three-year-older cousin once told you as you biked past a field of cows one summer when you were ten. âYou can kill the animal and then âdebloodâ them by hanging the body upside down and cutting their throat. The blood will drain easily. Do you have a bathtub?â
âYouâre⌠a person though, still,â he says, and though he doesnât falter in his steps, you can tell your words donât sit quite right with him. âThereâs no dignity in an ending like that. And donât you care what happens to your body?â
To say youâre surprised is an understatement. You thought vampires were all bloodthirsty monsters, only biding their time until they can rip someone new apart. The messier, the better. The vampire, whoâs carrying you on his back, made no effort to appear nice either. At least not at first. Now, you donât even know.
You shrug slightly. Youâre not a spiritual person, and youâve never believed in something like an afterlife. âItâs just meat and bones. I wonât be here anymore, and no oneâs going to be looking for me, anyway. Thereâs no use in keeping things âpretty.ââ
He doesnât say anything in turn, and you wonder how much about you he knows. How much about your life he realizes.
The vampireâs smooth movement lulls you further into relaxation, and you lean your head partly against your own arm, partly against him. He doesnât say anything.
Way sooner than if you wouldâve walked with your own two legsâif you wouldâve made it home at allâhe puts you down in front of your apartment complex. You search your pockets, locating your keys in the left one.Â
âGoing home now? Since you canât enter without permission,â you joke tiredly, unlocking the front entrance with the key fob.Â
The vampire raises his eyebrows. âI might as well make sure you donât somehow trip and spill all my blood on the way to your apartment,â he smirks, grabbing the door and opening it wide without breaking eye contact. âAnd you shouldnât believe everything you see or read.â
The smile heâs wearing as he makes a show out of stepping inside the building is another chilling one. You canât say that you expected him to hit an invisible wall or anything, but for some reason, it wouldâve almost felt⌠nice if that were the case. Considering your situation, youâre not sure why.Â
The elevator is empty and waiting for you, and after getting inside, you press the button for floor two, the vampire coming to stand beside you.
âIs there anything that is true regarding vampires?â you ask quietly as if someone would hear you inside the elevator.
âBesides the fact that we drink blood?â
âYeah. Are you like, immortal and stuff? Super old?â
He chuckles. âKinda. I donât think anythingâs truly immortal, but we do have a longer life span, yes.â
âWhat about senses? Can you hear my heart beat right now?â
âYes. It sounds like itâs about to burst through your chest.â
Yeah, because itâs strained to hell and back, trying to keep you alive even in the condition youâre in.
âAnd super speed, super strength and all that?â
âMhm, although weâre not so fast we go blurry. Are you impressed?â
âI donât know? What do you use it for? I canât think of even one thing having those powers would improve in my life.â
âTough crowd,â he chuckles, avoiding your question as he follows you out of the elevator.Â
You understand that being physically superior is helpful when youâre a literal predator, and yeah, maybe being able to walk a tiny bit faster to work every morning wouldâve saved you some time, but what else? Oh, yeah, one time, you had to throw away a jar of pickles because you simply could not get it open. Being stronger wouldâve definitely helped you then.Â
Reaching your door, youâre quick to unlock it and pull it open to head inside, ignoring the two envelopes lying on the floor in your hallway. The vampire stays at the door, watching as you start to remove your coat two or so steps away from him.
âAre those⌠bruises?â
Turning your head as you make your way to the wardrobe to put the coat away, you see the vampire looking almost worried. You look down at the skin on your arms.Â
âYeah.â
âLet me look at them,â he urges, holding his hand out.
âWhy? They come with anemia; why does it matter?â
âStill, I want to see. Come over here.â
Despite looking oddly insistent, he makes no effort to actually enter your apartment.
Your eyes widen as you look at him. âYou really canât come inside without an invitation, can you?â
He sighs exasperatedly. âTechnically, no, I canât step inside unless you give me permission.â
It makes you laugh a little in wonder. âWow.â
He rolls his eyes, but you can tell it amuses him a little too.
âListen, Iâll be fine until we meet again and if the bruises are still there, you can look at them then. I kinda donât actually want to invite you in, is that rude of me?â
âNo, itâs not. Very reasonable, actually.â
âOkay, then Iâll see you Friday?â
He nods politely and steps back. âSee you.â
You watch him leave, his footsteps sounding through the hall as you bend down to pick up the envelopes youâve been ignoring for days. Theyâre probably bills, and youâll be dead soon, so who really cares if you pay them or not?
Mindlessly, you approach the door to close it, your focus on the white paper in your hands. You put your finger under the fold to rip the first envelope open, wincing when the paper cuts through your skin instead.
Holding your finger up, you inspect the damage and the little bead of red thatâs forming next to the invisible cut. You look at it, furrowing your eyebrows at how you feel like somethingâs⌠missing? A moment later, you realize what it is, and your body freezes.Â
The footsteps have stopped.
It dawns on you, as you look at the blood, what the vampire was actually doing tonight and why he looked wilder than usual. Early Saturday night, lurking around the clubs until he found you and had to abandon his plans.Â
He was hunting.
Your eyes widen and your heart stops as you hear it. One footstep. Then another. And another. Theyâre speeding up, and soon enough running toward you.
Before youâve had a chance to shut the door, it flies wide open. Panicked, you move farther into the apartment, but you fall backward and by pure instinct, crawl back as quickly as you can.
Despite claiming that he couldnât enter without your permission, the vampire falls to his knees, then all fours, to reach you. Youâve never seen anything as scary as the bloodthirsty creature grasping the air, trying to get you. He moves so quickly, and his hand is just about to grab your foot when itâs like⌠heâs held back by something.Â
You're breathing heavily, trying to understand whatâs happening. Why doesnât he just move another three centimeters? He licks his lips in frustration, exposing fangs that are definitely longer than you remember. Meeting his eyes, theyâre cold like never before, and he exhales angrily. Heâs still reaching for you, and frozen in your spot, you look over at him, briefly wondering if his feet got stuck or something when it hits you.
He canât step inside.
You sit there, your feet mere centimeters from his grasping hand when thereâs a sound down the hall, and in a split second, the vampire seems to snap out of it. He looks at you, appearing to realize what heâs doing and somehow gaining control over himself. Looking around, he gets up, and he leaves. Quickly and without a word.
Wide-eyed and with your heart beating painfully, you remain on the floor, wondering what the hell just happened. Even when his footsteps are long gone, youâre too afraid to get up and close the door, worried that heâll return and be able to reach you.Â
Youâd like a very serious word with whoever established the âno entering without permissionâ rule but also decided that the vampires could cheat it by keeping their feet outside and crawling inside.
You sleep a little uneasy the following nights, thinking a lot. Of course, your thoughts are mostly occupied by those cold, black eyes, thirsty for your blood.
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Do you think you could write something where G!P Natasha and reader are dating and theyâve been having sex for a few months now, but reader has never actually orgasmed. Sheâs never orgasmed with any previous partner before and she became insecure as they made her feel like it was her fault and that she was taking too long.
So reader always either lied to Natasha saying that she did or faked it, but when reader finally tells her the truth after Natasha becomes suspicious Natasha takes the time to focus on reader and figure out what she likes and needs to finally orgasm and itâs just so sweet and soft.
Healing Touch. | N.R
Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!, Fake orgasm, fingering (r receiving) cute Natasha
Word count: 2,1k
A/n: If youâre struggling with sexual satisfaction or intimacy, remember that communication with your partner is crucial. Be patient with yourself! Everyone's experience is different, and thereâs no "right" way to experience pleasure. Donât hesitate to seek support if needed, and above all, practice self-love and acceptance. You deserve understanding and joy in your journey too!!đŤľđźđŤ
The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the soft glow of the bedside lamp. You lay next to Natasha, your bodies still tangled together under the sheets. The faint sound of your breathing filled the room, both of you trying to catch your breath after another intense session. Natasha was on her back, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"That was amazing.." she murmured, turning her head to look at you, her green eyes shining with contentment. Her hand found yours under the covers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You were amazing."
You returned her smile, though it didnât quite reach your eyes. "Yeah, it was really good.." you replied, You could feel your heart racing, not from the exertion, but from the anxiety that gnawed at you.. the anxiety that always lingered after these moments. Natasha didnât notice, too caught up in her post-coital bliss. She rolled onto her side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling into your neck. "I love being with you like this." she whispered, her breath warm against your skin.
"I love being with you too." you responded, stroking her hair as she nestled closer. But even as you spoke the words, a pang of guilt twisted in your chest. You loved Natasha deeply, more than anything, but there was a truth you had been hiding from her, a truth that weighed on you more with each passing day. Natasha's arm was wrapped around you, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your shoulder as you leaned into her warmth. You loved these quiet moments with her, where the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.
The next days, something was different. There was a tension in the air that you couldn't quite place, a heaviness that made your chest tighten with unease. You shifted slightly, trying to shake off the feeling, but it lingered, gnawing at the edges of your thoughts.
"Hey.." Natasha's voice broke the silence, soft and low, but there was an edge to it that made your heart skip a beat. "Can we talk about something?" You looked up at her, your eyes meeting the intense green of hers. There was something in her gaze that made your stomach twist with apprehension. You nodded, your voice suddenly caught in your throat. Natasha took a deep breath, her fingers stilling on your shoulder. "I..I need to ask you something. And I need you to be honest with me, okay?"
Your heart pounded in your chest, fear and guilt swirling in your mind. You had a sinking feeling you knew what she was about to ask, and the thought of it made you feel like you were about to break apart. "Have you ever.." She hesitated, searching your face for any sign of an answer. "Have you ever faked it with me?"
The question hung in the air between you, heavy and suffocating. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt your throat close up, making it impossible to speak. You wanted to deny it, to tell her that everything was perfect, that she made you feel like no one else ever had. But the truth was too heavy to keep buried any longer. "Natasha, I.." Your voice cracked as you spoke, and the tears that had been threatening to fall finally spilled over. "Iâm so sorry.."
Natasha's face fell, her eyes widening with hurt and confusion. "What do you mean? You've been faking it? All this time? Oh, Y/n, why didnt you tell me?" You nodded, unable to meet her gaze. The shame and guilt were too overwhelming, crashing over you like a tidal wave. "I didn't want to disappoint you. You always seem so..so happy when we're together, and I didn't want to ruin that."
Natasha's hand slipped from your shoulder, and you felt the loss of her touch like a physical ache. She sat back, running a hand through her hair as she tried to process what you'd just told her. "We could have..I could have done something differently."
"I was scared.." you admitted, your voice trembling. "I thought if I told you, you'd think I wasn't happy with you, that you weren't enough. And I didnât want to hurt you." Natasha's expression softened, the hurt in her eyes mingling with something else, something tender and understanding. She reached out, cupping your face in her hands, her thumbs gently brushing away your tears. "You could never hurt me by being honest. I love you, Y/n, and I want you to feel good, to be happy. Thatâs all I care about."
Her words broke something inside you, and you let out a choked sob, leaning into her touch. "Iâm so sorry, Natasha. I never wanted to lie to you. I just..I didnât know how to tell you." Natasha pulled you into her arms, holding you close as you cried against her chest. She pressed her lips to the top of your head, whispering soothing words as she stroked your hair. "It's okay, it's okay. Weâll figure this out together, alright? You donât have to fake anything with me. Ever."
You clung to her, feeling the warmth and safety of her embrace wash over you. For the first time in a long time, the weight of the secret you'd been carrying began to lift, replaced by the comforting certainty of Natasha's love and understanding. "I love you." you whispered, your voice muffled against her skin. "I love you too." Natasha murmured, kissing your temple. "And weâre going to make this right. I promise."
The next Evening, Natasha lay beside you, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. She had been so patient, so loving, but the weight of the secret you'd kept from her was finally out in the open, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.
"Let me take care of you.." Natasha whispered, her voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "I want you to feel everything you deserve to feel."
A knot of fear tightened in your chest, and you bit your lip, looking away from her. "I donât know if I can, Nat." you admitted, your voice trembling. "What if..what if it just never works for me? What if somethingâs wrong with me?"
Natashaâs eyes softened, and she reached out, gently turning your face back toward her. "Nothing is wrong with you." she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "This isnât about being broken or not working. Itâs about us finding what makes you feel good, together. Thereâs no rush, no pressure. Just trust me, okay?" You hesitated, uncertainty still gnawing at you. "Iâve tried before, on my own..and with you. But itâs like thereâs this wall I canât get past. I donât even know what itâs supposed to feel like."
Natasha nodded, her expression understanding. "I get it. But weâre in this together. If something doesnât feel right, we stop. If youâre uncomfortable, we stop. We go at your pace, and we figure it out step by step. You donât have to do this alone." There was something in her voice, a calm certainty that soothed the frayed edges of your nerves. You took a deep breath, trying to let go of the fear that had been holding you back. "Okay." you whispered, your voice barely audible. "But..I-Iâm scared."
"I know.." Natasha said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But Iâm right here with you. Iâm not going anywhere." Slowly, she began to explore your body, her touch light and careful. Every movement was deliberate, as if she was trying to communicate her love and patience through her fingers. She wasnât trying to rush you to any particular end, but simply to show you how much she cared, how deeply she wanted you to feel good.
At first, you were tense, your mind racing with doubts and fears. What if it didnât work? What if you couldnât feel anything? But as Natasha continued her slow, gentle exploration, something began to shift. The warmth of her touch started to seep into your skin, and the fear that had gripped you began to loosen its hold. "How does this feel?" Natasha asked softly, her fingers brushing over a particularly sensitive spot.
You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the sensations instead of the thoughts swirling in your head. "It feels.. good, I think." you admitted, though there was still a note of uncertainty in your voice. "Thatâs good," Natasha said, her tone full of encouragement. "Just breathe, okay? Donât think too much, just let yourself feel."
You nodded, trying to do as she said. It wasnât easy, your mind kept trying to sabotage the moment with doubts and fears. But Natashaâs voice was a constant anchor, grounding you, pulling you back to the present. Her touch was soft, almost reverent, as if she was worshiping your body with her hands. As her fingers moved with more intention, a new sensation started to build inside you, one that was unfamiliar and almost frightening in its intensity. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, a tightening that you didnât fully understand.
"Nat..I donât know whatâs happening.." you confessed, your voice trembling with both fear and something else you couldnât quite name. "It feels..strange. Iâm scared itâs not going to happen..!"
Natasha paused for a moment, her hand still resting gently on your thigh. She looked up at you, her eyes filled with reassurance. "Youâre doing great, Detka." she murmured. "Just keep breathing, okay? Itâs okay to feel a little scared. Iâm right here, and Iâm not going to let anything happen that youâre not ready for." You nodded, trying to trust in her words. As she continued, the sensation began to grow stronger, more insistent, and you couldnât help the small whimpers that escaped your lips. It was overwhelming, and you were afraid to let go, afraid of what might happen if you did.
"Natasha..I think..I think somethingâs happening.." you gasped, your voice filled with both confusion and fear. "But I donât know what to do."
"Thatâs okay." Natasha whispered, her voice steady and calm. "You donât have to do anything. Just let it happen, let yourself feel it. Iâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere." Her words were a lifeline, pulling you through the storm of sensations. You clung to her, trying to let go of the fear and just trust in the moment. The heat inside you continued to build, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like you might snap. You were teetering on the edge of something vast and unknown, and it terrified you.
But Natasha was there, her voice in your ear, her touch guiding you through it. "Youâre so close, baby.." she whispered, her fingers moving with a gentle rhythm. "Just let go. Iâve got you." With a sob, you finally let the tension break. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was intense, overwhelming, and for a moment, you thought you might lose yourself in it completely. Your body shuddered as the climax washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in Natashaâs arms.
"Oh my g-god..Nat⌠I-" you gasped, completely lost in the sensation. "I didnât know..I didnât know it could feel like this." Natasha held you close, her arms wrapped around you as you came down from the high. She pressed soft kisses to your temple, her voice full of pride and love. "You did so well." she murmured, her tone soothing and warm. "Iâm so proud of you, Y/n."
You collapsed against her, utterly spent, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of your climax. Tears of relief and joy welled up in your eyes, and you buried your face in Natashaâs neck, feeling safe and loved in her embrace. "I was so scared.." you admitted, your voice shaking. "I didnât think it would ever happen for me." Natasha stroked your hair, her touch gentle and comforting. "You donât have to be scared anymore." she whispered. "Weâll keep exploring, keep figuring things out together. But no matter what, Iâm always going to be here for you. I love you, and thatâs never going to change."
"I love you too " you whispered back, your voice thick with emotion. "Thank you..for not giving up on me." Natasha smiled against your skin, holding you even tighter. "Never." she vowed softly. "Youâre everything to me." In that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Natasha would face them together. The fear and doubt that had once held you back were fading away, replaced by the comforting certainty of her love and the knowledge that you were truly, deeply cared for.
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one-time thing (bakugo x reader)
ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader when you run into bakugo at denki's house party and do some... physical activity in the bathroom. but you swear it's just a one-time thing considering you'd never met before WARNINGS: swearing, NSFW, sexually explicit content, oral (f receiving), smut, y'know the usual ⌠⥠â word count: 2,328 A/N: might become a full fic... we'll see how posting a lil bit on tumblr goes first ;P Also, I'm still very new to writing smut so bear with me, and feel free to offer suggestions!
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The house was a maze, mostly because of the crowd, so you ventured up the stairs where it was quieter to find a restroom. The more steps you took upward, the more you realized how buzzed you were. Finally, you could see a door open to a bathroom, and you quickly shut yourself inside.  You turned the tap on to splash water on your face, only to be suddenly sprayed. Â
âFuck, stupid faucet.â you cursed, running your hands over your now-soaked top. You'd barely turned it on full blast. Luckily, you looked in the cabinet and found a hair dryer. Removing your shirt and laying it over the towel rod, you turned the hair dryer on to hopefully salvage your top. Â
As you continued cursing under your breath, you heard a knock at the door. âSomeoneâs in here!â you shouted over the dryer. Â
Then the door knob turned. Fuck, thought it was locked. You scrambled to grab your shirt and cover yourself before a man stepped into the bathroom.Â
âEverything okay in here?â The voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. A blonde man stepped through the doorway, his red-colored eyes meeting yours.Â
âIâm fine, just had a spill.â you rushed out, still attempting to cover your bra. Â
âSaw you rush up here, albeit stumbling, and wanted to check.â He told you, still standing in the doorway as if he was unfazed by the state you were in. Â
Truth be told, Bakugo was a bit buzzed himself, and the sight of a pretty girl in front of him was enough to set his senses on fire. You were blushing, making you look even cuter, and he found himself struggling to not look at where your hands were holding your shirt so as not to expose herself. A daring question sat heavy in the back of his mind as he took a step towards you.Â
âWhat are you doing?â your words came out stuttering as the man stepped closer. You were very aware of the state you were in, and on top of that, your friends' words rang in your mind. âThe boys will be all over youâ they'd said. While the man before you was very easy on the eyes, okay maybe more than easy on the eyes, you were feeling unsure about the predicament you found yourself in.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?â He asked you, his voice low and causing your face to flush. How could he be so forward? You hadnât been touched in years, not since your last fling, and now some random guy was making your body heat up like you were sitting in boiling water. Â
âI-I donât know.â That was all you could say. Bakugo took note of how flustered you were getting and wondered if you were a virgin. Â
âPretty girl, alone in a bathroom at a party, shirt already off.â He trailed on, glancing to where your hands held your shirt firmly. âI saw you at the bar from outside, couldnât take my eyes off you and even then, you were fully clothed.âÂ
Your breath hitched in your throat as he continued to stalk closer. Were you seriously getting flustered by a man you ran into in the bathroom? Damn, you really were touch starved. Â
âYâknow, one could see this a sexual assault.â You told him, and he paused where he was, hesitating. âBut, seeing as I have just enough alcohol to make poor decisions but know what Iâm doing and you are really hot...âÂ
At the sight of the teasing smirk on your face, Bakugo grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in, his lips crashing into yours. Dammit, he didnât care if he never saw you again, you were hot, and he was needy. With his forceful actions, he heard you moan into his mouth, setting fireworks off in his brain. It was the prettiest sound heâd ever heard in his life.Â
You were shocked at how he was acting, so confident and straightforward; but you were more shocked by how you were letting it happen. Hell, he was attractive and knew what he wanted. The perfect one-night stand in your book. You let loose a moan again as he backed you up against the glass shower wall before he reached one hand inside to start the water.Â
âWhat are you-â you started to ask.Â
âSo, no one can hear how hard Iâm about to fuck you.â The tone of his words sent heat straight to your core. This time, you smashed your lips into his, the heat sending signals to your brain that you wanted more. Â
Bakugo grabbed the shirt from your hands, tossing it aside quickly to take in your lacy bra. God, your body was perfect. He wasted no time in pressing kisses to your neck, giving rough bites before seeing the hickies he was leaving behind. Even if you didnât share your names before leaving tonight, he wanted you to remember everything that had happened. When he nibbled at the soft spot between your collar bone and neck, you whimpered, and he could have came just from the sound. Â
You made quick work of his shirt, gripping the bottom of it as he allowed you to pull it over his head. Your hands met his torso, where strong muscles ripped under your touch. Between his biceps and abs, you were pretty sure he could lift you up to fuck you if he wanted to. You grabbed for the buckle on his pants, but his hands stopped you. Â
Before you could try again, Bakugo kneeled in front of you, noticing how you tried to hide your surprised look. As he palmed your thighs, he marveled at how soft your skin was before placing kisses on the inside. âStop teasing,â you warned through a gasp, making him smirk. Bakugo lifted your skirt just enough and inhaled sharply. You werenât wearing any underwear. Â
âFuck, itâs like you were waiting for me.â He spoke.Â
âWhat makes you think I was waiting for you, Mr. Big Ego?â you managed to tease, even though you were pretty sure you had no room to talk since you were letting a stranger see you in all your glory. Â
âTrust me. After this, youâll be happy it was me who found you.â He smirked up at you from below, a sight that sent you spiraling, before he quite literally dove off the deep end.Â
As Bakugo pressed his mouth between your legs, his tongue giving a quick lick, he felt your legs quiver as a loud moan escaped you. Fuck, you tasted like heaven on his tongue. Bakugo gave you no time to recuperate from his initial contact, immediately beginning to devour you. Â
While his tongue licked up and down your folds, you were fighting to hold in your pleasure-filled noises. He knew what he was doing, and your legs were already shaking from him having barely done anything. âHoly... holy shit.â you breathed out, reaching your hand down to let your fingers twist in his hair. His tongue found your clit, taking it in his mouth quickly like a man starved, sending electricity through your body. âIf you donât stop...âÂ
âI want you to cum on my face first, sweetheart.â His voice was muffled, but his words had an impact on you nonetheless. Soon after his request, you felt him tease your entrance with his fingers, almost sending you right over the edge. âAre you going to cum on my fingers? Or should I continue to just use my mouth?âÂ
âP-please, fuck me with your fingers.â you whimpered, bucking your hips with desire. âI want to c-cum.âÂ
Bakugo smirked as he slid two fingers past your entrance, feeling your tight walls clench around them. He was now silently hoping you were on birth control so he could feel it on his cock in a minute. His mouth found your clit again, sucking and nibbling at the bud as he began to pump two fingers in and out of you. Â
He could tell you were close; you'd stopped talking at this point and your hips began to spasm as your knees shook. With the fervent need to taste you, he continued drilling into you as he became relentless on your clit. Â
âFuck, yes cum fâ me.â He demanded, and you felt that chord within you snap. His free arm wrapped around your leg to hold you up as you gave in, riding out your orgasm with his face still between your legs. Â
When you felt like you could breathe again, you let out a shaky, âHoly fuck.â Â
But before you could say anything else, he stood up and kissed you before he even wiped off his mouth. you could taste herself on his lips and the thought drove you wild. you let his tongue tease yours in your mouth as he finally allowed you to begin unbuckling his belt. He helped you get it off before unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down himself, along with his boxers.Â
Bakugo noticed how your red-tinged cheeks became even more prominent once your gaze met his dick. He placed his hands on his hip with a smirk, asking, âDo you like what you see?âÂ
you could feel your walls clenching at the sight of him. Forget the orgasm you just had, you wanted him inside of you right now. âShut up and fuck me. Iâm on birth control so just get on with it.â you demanded, sounding needy, and he responded quickly.Â
He grabbed your thighs and lifted you off the ground, pushing you against the glass shower wall once again and wrapping your legs around his waist. With one hand holding you, he pumped himself a couple of times with the other before positioning himself at your entrance. âDonât forget, you asked for this.â He whispered as he buried his face in your neck before plunging himself into you without hesitation. Â
Bakugo swore to heaven and hell once he felt your walls tighten around him in response. It was too good, and he found himself teetering on the edge already. Thank the universe you were on birth control so he could feel every inch of you swallowing him. He felt your previous orgasm covering his dick, making it easier to begin sliding in and out of you. Each time he pulled out and entered again he shivered at the pleasure building up in his body.Â
you were a mess at this point. His dick felt too good inside of you to even be real; you couldnât help the noises that escaped your mouth as his hips thrust into yours while he sucked on your neck, no doubt leaving more marks for you to find tomorrow. âI-if you keep fucking me like that, youâre gonna make me cum again.â you whined, while he only continued to drive himself further into you, hitting all the right spots. Â
âLet me feel you cum on me. P-please, cum with me inside of you.â He groaned into your skin as he began moving his hips faster, snapping into yours with force. Â
The next time he bit down on your neck, you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you again, drowning you in your release. Â
Bakugo felt your walls clamp around him, sending him over the edge with you. His cock strained with his orgasm as he pumped deeper into you, filling you to the brim as he came. He felt like it was the longest orgasm heâd ever had, maybe even never-ending as he panted into your neck. While he was a little embarrassed at how long heâd lasted, it just felt too damn good. Â
âHoly shit,â you said while trying to catch your breath. Bakugo could only nod in agreement, at a loss for words from what heâd just experienced. Â
When he pulled out and gently set you back on her feet, you swayed a little bit before feeling his arms catch you. âThat was...â He panted; his eyes half-lidded as he looked at you. For a moment, you wished you had asked his name, but then deemed it too complicated realizing you would probably never see him again. Â
âDo you think anyone heard?â you asked him as you became aware of where you were and who all could be around. Â
âWith how loud your mouth was, I'm sure they did.â Bakugo teased while grabbing a washcloth to wipe himself clean before handing it to you so you could do the same. âI wouldnât be surprised if we went back downstairs and found that people were staring.âÂ
âFor what itâs worth, I donât normally do this. You caught me in a time of need.â you tried explaining away the fact that you'd just done something dirty in someone elseâs bathroom. However, you didnât regret it one bit, as your body still felt more satisfied than it had ever been.Â
âDonât worry about it.â He smiled at you as he shrugged. âI donât normally do this type of thing either.âÂ
Before you could muster up the courage to ask his name, you heard your phone buzzing wildly from the counter. When you grabbed it, you read numerous text messages from your friends, all asking where you'd gone. âWell, we better get back to the party. Do you want to go out first and Iâll wait or vice versa?â Â
Bakugo fought internally with himself, trying to decide if it was worth it to ask for your number. He wanted to see you again, do this with you again, but from the way you had talked, he got the hint that you wanted it to be written off experience. âYou go ahead, Iâll clean myself up better before I come out.â Â
you nodded, reaching for the doorknob but pausing. âIf you have any desire to find me after this, my name is y/n. y/n l/n.â And before he could respond, you opened the door and left. Â
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ââââââăâ° KINKTOBER DAY 3: đđđđđđđđđđđ
title: sweet dreams synopsis: watching the man you love deny himself of his needs, you take matters into your own hands. or lips, to be more precise. [1.5K] cw: established relationship, service top!reader, somnophilia, body worship, nipple stimulation, masturbation (m!receiving), oral (m!receiving), choking (gn!receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation.
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Some people give, some people take.
The world is a very complicated place, but itâs been a long time since you understood the balance is meant to be broken. Few rejoice youthâs spring, and only because most suffer the harshness of winterâs duties.
Kento knows that too. He saw spring escape from between his fingers as blood warmed his skin and worries filled his mind. A renowned soldier aware of the stupidity of the war he fought.
And he canât ignore it. He tried, it would be so much easier to go on looking only at the path ahead of him, but Kento canât. Isnât that one of the reasons why you fell in love with him? Because heâs good. Because he cares.
Kento became the person that couldâve saved him once his youth rotted. Damn, Kento became the person that wouldâve been able to save you when yours faded. He gives, wholeheartedly.
You only wish he would take something for himself too.
How many dreams have he chose to ignore? How many desires have he gave up on? For a man relying on the believe people are fundamentally entitled to have time, Kento doesnât appear to have noticed how badly he deprives himself of it too.
The creak in the mattress made your eyes flutter open. âKento?â, you babbled, fighting against your heavy eyelids.
He sighed. âIâm sorryâ, Kento whispered. His body involved yours, his cold lips leaving kisses on your bare shoulder. âGo back to sleep, amor.â
You faced him, fingers intertwined with his golden locks. You stroked them, nails scratching lightly his head. Kentoâs arms tightened against you. The tension on his body was palpable.
Curtains closed, your phone away so you would need to get up in the morning to turn off the alarm, the lampshade forgotten in the bedside table: you could still see his exhaustion. You felt it in the way Kento couldnât let you go. You heard it in his deep breath. And smell it in the salty air, a subtle suggestion that blood was washed away.
âWas it bad?â
He hesitated. âAlmostâ, Kento said.
Your nails moved to his ear. Lightly, you caressed it. Your thumb followed the line of his jaw, the delicate valley of his lips, the veins of his neck. âI can make you forget about itâ, you offered. You moved closer, leg sliding between his thighs.
Kento said nothing. Your knee found his crotch, pressing against it. Moving your open palm against his chest, you made a mental note to be good and soft. Your man had enough of rough for the night.
Supported on your elbow, you gave your warmth to his lips. A sweet kiss, innocent as if you couldnât feel his cock hardening. Kento opened his lips, you almost taste the toothpaste.
And then he turned his face away, depriving himself once more. âI want this. Youâ, he sounded almost apologetic. As if he did something wrong. âBut Iâm so tired.â
 You moved your leg away, a deep sigh escaping from Kentoâs throat. You took his hand from your hips, massaging his fingers as you led them to your mouth. âDream with meâ, you kissed each of his knuckles.
Kento chuckled. âI always do.â
He went back to hugging you, eyes closing as Kento adjusted his head on the pillow. You scratched his head, and continued even after he told you to rest.
Kento was really tired. He didnât even call you stubborn.
You admired him. It was so dark, but your eyes still couldnât look anywhere else. Such a sweet man. Always strong, always ready. The hand that executes is the same that holds you with care. The man that keeps on breathing out of rage wouldnât dream of showing you anything but his love.
If there has to be a majority suffering, if this needs to be a rule, then you want Kento to be with the few. You wouldnât mind feeling all the pain alone. As long as itâs his.
And now, already deep asleep, you can still feel him. Half rigid against your tummy. Kento Nanami, a man so used to not have what he wants. Your man, ever the sweetest, never taking what he desires.
So, if Kento wonât take, youâll give to him. Wholeheartedly.
Your body is his. No complains from Kento will convince you that bleeding in his place isnât the right thing to do. No pain will stop you from fighting battles alongside him. No tiredness will ever make you think twice before using your domain so he can heal properly.
Your mind is his too. When you look at Kento, all you do is wonder about his needs. Gazing at his eyes, you look for signs of exhaustion. At his thin cheeks, you plan healthy meals. His clothes make you turn on or off the heater. No sickness can get to him before you already know what medicine to buy.
His clock wouldnât agree, and neither does Kento, but he owns your time too.
Slowly, you moved away from his embrace. The mattress creaked again, and you waited for him to say something. Kento couldnât have noticed it less.
Your fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt. Putting the soft fabric away, you revealed his torso. Surrounded by darkness, you knew where to kiss every scar. One day youâll draw stars all around them. Your nails explored the skin of his body, every line and curve remembered carefully by your mind.
Gently, you pressed his nipples between your fingers. You licked them, feeling as they grew rigid, and sucked on them. Leaving a glistening trail of saliva behind, you kissed his whole chest with open mouth.
You kneeled on the mattress, catching your breath. Stretching, you turned the lampshade on. If Kento wakes up, you want him to see how willing youâre to make him feel good. You know heâll enjoy the sight as much as you love being seen.
Pulling down his boxers, you grabbed his half-hard cock. You pressed your thumb against the rosy head, biting your lips at the feel of him. A baffled grunt made to your ears.
You couldnât wait any longer.
Placing a kiss over the head, you brushed your nose against his growing erection. Holding Kento, you sucked his heavy balls. The sound of it in the middle of a silent night made you feel like a sinner.
Hell doesnât seem like that bad of a place now.
You licked his length, losing your mind at the muffled sounds he made. Making out with his head, you drooled over him. What a mess you were making. What a mess your mind was.
Oh, Kento. Such a giver. Always so careful. How you want to break him. Make him fall apart for you. To get Kento crying, begging for all his desires to come true. You would do anything he wanted. If only he would ask you.
Lost on your own fantasies, you chocked on him. So eager. You pumped his cock wet with your drool, so hard between your fingers, and prepared your jaw.
As you took him in, the tender flesh stretched you. Salty against your tongue. You chocked again, but this time you simply continued. With tears forming in your eyes, you devoured him.
You didnât even notice when Kentoâs eyes fluttered open. When the small grunts turned into sensitive moans. When he tried to move, half present and half lost in a sweet dream.
âWh- â, his fingers grabbed the sheets. Kento moved his neck, the sudden motion burning his wounded back, and looked down. âOh, fuck.â
Looking at you, eyes closed as you took his entirety into your mouth, Kento shuddered. His body fell on the pillows, hands grabbing your hair without a worry about not being gentle. He couldnât think. Kento couldnât do anything but feel.
His hips moved on their own, his mind nowhere to be found. Kento whimpered, eyes closed so hard he could see blurs all around. Was he dreaming still? It feels like one.
Deep into your throat, feeling it gagging around him, Kento cried. Sobbing, tears feel on his ears. It was too good, too sudden. His legs were shaking, his throat burning. Lost in a dream, unaware of how his fingers forced your head down on his length, Kento panted your insides with his thick load.
You didnât allow one drop to go wasted.
After his high came to an end, Kento noticed he wasnât breathing. He opened his mouth, trying to get as much air as he could. His throat ached as Kento gasped, surprised by the sweetest kiss he ever received.
âIâm sorryâ, you whispered against his lips. Stroking the golden locks, you kissed his chin and cheeks. âGo back to sleep.â
So Kento laughed. Like a maniac. âYou areâŚâ Dizzy eyes glared at you, his mouth left hanging open. He smiled. You couldnât see, but you heard it. He left kisses all over your face. âDream with meâ, he asked.
âI always doâ, was your response.
Was the truth.      Â
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Do not go gentle
Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader
Warnings/Contains: illusions to reader suffering "some" attack earlier, nightmares, reader and hotch are goofy idiots, inappropriate boss/employee relationship, unprotected pinv sex, dirty talk, pulling out, splash the back, mentions of m!masturbation, swearing, blasphemy, hotch has a size kink if you squint.
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Can you believe it? I've finally posted Hotch smut? I recently picked CM back up again and turns out he's still irresistible. Enjoy this, I did.
You'd only been back a week, after having two off, and Hotch already wanted to see you in his office.
This normally wasn't a cause for concern, usually you actually liked seeing Hotch in his office. Usually because it was for praise, he'd remark good work you'd done or feed you back something good he'd heard about you from another department.
It was also in that low, calm voice and he'd always have a hint of a smile working it's way to the surface.
But this time it'd be different.
You'd been off for two weeks and everyone was worried it wasn't enough. You'd been, quite literally, through hell and back and nobody wanted to push you too hard to get back into the field.
But you'd reassured Strauss, reassured everyone, that this was the best thing for you. You'd been going stir crazy on your couch in your little apartment, watching everything the TV had on offer.
You needed to get back into things, you needed to get back to helping people.
So you made the slow ascent up to Hotch's office and quietly knocked on the door, feeling it slowly swing open against your hand. He looked up from his desk, eyes connecting with yours and his brow raising slightly.
"You wanted to see me, sir?
He waved you in with his hand, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk. You took a seat, doing your best to relax back into things and not let him know how nervous this had made you.
âI just wanted to see how youâre doing?â
You smiled, only gently with your gaze picking out flaws in the carpet of Hotchâs office. Nodding slightly, you lifted your head to lock eyes with him.
âGood, actually,â That was honest but you could tell he was a little hesitant to accept it. âIâm glad to be back with everyone and making some difference.â
âAnd how are you sleeping?â Clear and level headed as ever.
You hesitated, it was only a second but there was no getting past him. You knew you had to be honest now.
âNot well, that's only when I finally get to sleep, and when I do Iâm right back there again.â
Hotchâs expression was as hard to read as ever but you could see a hint of sympathy? Sadness? Concern?
âAnd are you seeing a therapist?â
âI am! Sheâs great, she says the best way through it is to keep living until I have enough good memories to replace those ones.â
You thought there may have been a hint of a smile on his face but it was gone as quick as you saw it.
âIf there is anything I can do to help you, just ask- or call.â
You gave him a smile, an earnest one and you nodded as you spoke. âI will, thank you, Sir.â
That went better than you expected. He didn't want to recall you back to the office for desk work, he was just checking in. You found yourself back to feeling how you normally did when you left his office.
Not really wanting to go.
-
Your apartment was dead quiet, you couldn't even hear the usual hum of your fridge as you left the bathroom. Your home was darker than you were used to, the moonlight struggling to get through the windows.
As you stepped into the kitchen, you felt the unmistakable air of company. Something was telling you that you weren't alone in the darkness. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as your fingers reached for the light switch.
So close, you were so close when you suddenly felt a strong grasp wrap around your wrist-
Awakening with a scream, you felt your heart fight it's way out of your chest. Your neighbours would probably be leaving another not-so-passive note in your mailbox about this.
Sitting up on the couch, you found your lights still on and your TV still playing some mindless background noise. Another nightmare taking your sleep right from you when you needed it most.
Your cellphone lay on your coffee table in front of you, black screen staring back at you. Mulling it over in your head, you weighed up your options.
On one hand, he quite literally said to call if you needed him. But on the other, he probably just said it as a courtesy, something everyone says.
Either way, before you could really talk yourself out of it- you were dialing Hotchâs number and pressing your phone to your ear.
Zoning out a little at the dial tone, you were quickly snapped back by the sound of his voicemail service, a robotic voice asking you to leave him a message.
It all happened too quickly, your lips were firing off before you could stop yourself.
âAh- oh God- uh sorry, Iâm sorry this is- oh itâs actually me by the way. Iâm sorry I called itâs just- I uh had a nightmare. That sounds really lame now that Iâm saying this and I really shouldnât have called- uh I realise now you didnât pick up because youâve got a life or you're sleeping- but I'm not and I uh- shit-sorry- Sir, this might be a record for the worldâs most pathetic voicemail so maybe take this to a museum- or to a lab to have me tested because what the hell is this- anyway- shit- sorry again and enjoy your night- see you at work tomorrow morning, please- uh please donât mention this or I will have to go into hiding. Anyways- good night- sorry.â
Hanging up after the message, you threw your phone at the couch and watched it bounce off the cushions and onto the rug. Stuffing your palms into your eyes you let out a pained groan.
âPlease throw your phone into the ocean!â You begged, getting up from the couch. âWhat the actual fuck is wrong with you?â
You had almost forgotten the cringiest voicemail known to man. With how focused you were on perfecting this terrible boxed mac and cheese, your mind was nearly elsewhere.
Just as youâd managed to find a bit of peace, a knock at your front door made you jump out of your skin. Doing your best to calm yourself down, you brought your bowl of macaroni with you to the front door to investigate.
One eye to the peep hole, the minute you saw the person on the other side- your heart dropped. Slowly twisting the lock, you pulled the door back to reveal one Aaron Hotchner.
A very cozy looking Aaron Hotchner.
âSir-â
âI got your message, you had another nightmare?â
Your words got trapped up in your throat before you could get them out. âUh yeah.â
âWhat about? Are you okayâ
Clearing your throat, you did your best to focus your gaze on him, remind yourself that you were here- safe in your apartment and not back there.
âSame old, Iâm alone in the dark and then suddenly- heâs there.â
There was that expression on Hotchâs face again, this time you were sure it was concern, genuine concern. It was unmistakable.
âIâm sorry this keeps happening to you.â
Just as you were about to brush it off, pretend like it wasnât driving you crazy, you could see a faint smile appearing as he kept speaking.
âI couldnât find a museum that'd accept your voicemail but I did find a 24 hour convenience store with ice cream.â
He lifted the bag in his right hand and you could faintly see the tub through the plastic. âIs that cookies? Thatâs my-â
âYour favourite, yeah it is- do you mind sharing?â
You felt a heat rise in your cheeks as you nodded, quickly realising youâd been having this whole conversation in the hallway.
âOh yeah, come in- get out of my hallway would you?â
Hotch laughed, quietly, but he still laughed as he walked in. He went straight to the kitchen as you hovered by the couch.
âI can even share my gross looking boxed mac and cheese if you ask nicely.â
That got the rest of the laugh out of him, smiling over his shoulder as he made himself at home in your kitchen. Trying to give yourself something to do, you picked up the TV remote.
âSorry, the TVâs just been on as background noise but we could watch a movie- only if you want- I donât even know how long you-â
Thankfully, Hotch cut you off again. âIâd love to watch a movie, as long as it isnât a cartoon, with dinosaurs or superheroes.â
As he rounded the couch and passed you a bowl of ice cream, you looked up at him with an incredulous expression on your face.
âI literally just rented âcartoon dinosaur superheroesâ, what the hell?"
Your face broke out in a grin before you could even finish your dumb joke and it had an instant effect on Hotch.
âYeah well, I preferred the TV series- it went into much more detail.â
Spoon in your mouth, you shot a look at your usually-very-serious boss. You werenât used to seeing this many smiles- let alone hearing this many jokes from the man.
âWhich one was your favourite? The green one?â You pushed the corny little joke a little further.
He glanced back in your direction as he lifted his own spoon to his lips. âI liked the one that put out fires.â
Immediately a grin broke out across your face as you couldn't contain your giggles. You quieted down to a hum as you nodded at his quip. âThere totally would be one that put out fires.â
Leaning back into your couch, you picked up your feet to lean them on your coffee table.
âYou can put your feet up by the way, I don��t mind.â
As quickly as you said it, Hotch was reaching out a long arm to wave at your legs. âI do, get your feet off the table.â
Looking at him in (slight) faux-shock, you shook your head as he did his best to fight off an impending chuckle.
âExcuse me? This is my house!â
Hotchâs smile only grew. âHardly a house, itâs a living room with a bed in the back of it.â
Stunned expression painted across your face, a series of unintelligible noises fell past your lips as it was your turn to try not to laugh.
âAlright then, next time I have a trauma induced nightmare then Iâll be coming to your house.â
âPerfect, Iâll have the boxed macaroni cheese and dinosaurs.â
âGreat, and Iâll pick apart every stylistic choice youâve ever made in.â
Hotch finished off another spoonful of ice cream as he shrugged. âI think youâll find Iâm a very skilled interior decorator.â
You cocked your head towards him, eyes narrowed as you played on the bit. âSuuuurely not?â
âI am, and donât call me Shirley.â
Eyes wide in excitement as he said the words, you couldnât believe Aaron Hotchner was a certified funny-guy. Your stoic boss, your always knowing what to say, what to do, boss. You quickly reached for the TV remote off the table as the next thought struck you.
âThatâs the one, I wonder if they're streaming Airplane!â
It wasnât like you even lasted the first 20 minutes before you fell asleep. You felt so warm, so cozy, so at peace that you hadnât even realised you were drifting off until you did.
Hotch didnât mind either, just happy to see you finally sleeping. His right arm stayed firmly around your side as your cheek and hand laid against his chest, snoring only quietly.
He smiled from above you, tilting his neck just enough to gently rest his chin against the top of your head.
That night you dreamed, for the first time in weeks. You were in your apartment, but the lights were shining and the moon had cast a glow over the room. You could tell you werenât alone, you felt the company, but you couldn't find it to be scared.
Somebody else was in your apartment and he remembered your favourite ice cream.
-
As you rushed through the door of the conference room, all eyes switched from the round table fell on you. Within an instant, heat was rising up your cheeks.
âNice of you to join us.â Morgan teased as you slipped into a seat next to Spencer.
âSorry,â You mumbled, scrambling to grab some of the files in front of you. âSlept in.â
A simple sentence quieted everyone back down as expressions softened across all of them.
âSlept?â JJ asked quietly, full attention on you. âYouâre sleeping again?â
A smile cracked at the corner of your lips, nodding gently as you tried to keep your head down. âYeah, first time in weeks last night.â
Everyone let you off the hook after that, it was all back to work and start filing the reports from the last case. As you all shuffled out to head back to your desks, you heard a voice behind you call your name.
Leaving just you and Hotch in the room, you felt that same heat creep right back up your neck. You stepped over towards him, only bringing yourself to meet his eyes once you were right in front of him.
âSir, listen, about last night-â
âIâm sorry,â He stopped your babbling before you could even start. âI was out of line.â
Not what you were expecting. This morning had been hazy, Hotch slipping out with a sore neck from sleeping upright. You not even waking as he left.
But this was still-
âI shouldnât have let myself get as close as I did,â He continued, his tone back to as professional as always. âIt wonât happen again.â
âIt wonât?â
Hotch couldnât bare the look on your face. Eyes dropping in confusion and bottom lip daring to wobble. He had to steel himself, he had to walk out of that room before he did something that'd cost his career.
-
He'd completely closed down any chance for the two of you. You'd sort-of-kind-of resigned yourself to the fact it was never going to happen, but having it come crashing down right in front of you hurt more than you'd expected.
You didn't realise that you'd designated a space to him in the centre of your chest until you felt it break. Thinking back on it now, it will completely foolish to think your boss would ever dare to pursue anything with you.
But there was last night.
You'd woken briefly, just the once, and you'd felt his arm around your waist. You'd heard the beat of his heart just under your ear. You could've sworn you'd felt him press his lips against the top of your head.
That was all said and done now. If you'd known it was your only chance, you probably would've held onto it for just a little longer. You thought a hot shower after a long day would help to dissipate your feelings, but you still felt it weighing heavy on your mind.
Shuffling to the kitchen, you decided there was no other choice but to get on with things. What'd your therapist said? Keep moving forward until you have more good memories to replace the other ones?
Besides, you'd gotten on just fine before, without him. There was no reason for this to change anything.
Even after you knew how it felt to fall asleep beside him.
Swinging open the box freezer, you scanned the shelf for something to eat before your eyes fell on the scene of the crime. Last night's ice cream stared back at you with cruel intent.
You decided you'd make a spectacle of it, retrieving it from the freezer to stab a spoon right through the middle of it. The first mouthful stung, the rest was just...ice cream.
Dragging your feet towards the couch, you were nearly close enough to collapse into comfort when a knock at the door sent a fright through you that you'd never get used to. Cautiously, you pressed your eye back to the peep hole and screwed up your face in confusion.
"Sir?" You asked as the door swung open, finding Hotch back in that same place on your doorstep.
"Listen, I'm sorry-"
It was your turn to cut him off. "You really don't have to be. Like you said, it shouldn't have happened."
You'd been hesitant to look him in the eye as you spoke, roaming the spotted ceiling of your apartment hall instead. But as you shifted to catch his eyes, you found him- preocupied.
Hotch's eyes trailed further down, serious expression fixed to his features as his eyes moved to your legs. Only when you went to follow his gaze did you realise.
You'd answered the door fresh out the shower. Skin still a little damp, only in a t-shirt and a thin pair of panties.
You were standing in front of your boss in next to nothing.
And he looked like he wanted to eat you whole (he did).
He managed to clear his throat, to tear his eyes off your body and back to your face. Mustering up the courage, tensing his fists and relaxing his shoulders, he began speaking before he could think.
"I am sorry and I need to say it. I overstepped a boundary here and I put my own feelings for you over everything else and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable-"
"Hotch-"
"I thought I was fine with keeping this in my head and I never wanted to-"
"Hotch-"
"But I just need to tell you that this wont change anything with-"
"Sir."
Finally, your interjection managed to cut through and he stopped himself. "Hotch, you've never asked me what I actually want."
His features softened a tiny amount, his fists unfurling as he willed himself to relax the rest of himself. "What do you want?"
Taking a long stride towards him, you found yourself nearly chest to chest with the man. Your hand gently ran his tie through your fingers, twisting a little to grasp it for leverage.
"You."
Hotch sucked in a deep breath, his head tilted towards you but his eyes closed. "Please don't say that."
You looked up at him from under your lashes, finding him slowly opening his eyes to watch you move even closer to him.
"Got no reason to lie to you, sir."
You heard his breath catch in his throat as Hotch moved his hands, until they were just and only resting on your hips. You felt the heat radiating off his large palms, closing in until they spanned across your lower back.
"I really shouldn't do this." His voice was a hush, he was still trying to talk himself out.
Not like you were going to let him.
"Then let me."
Closing the space between the two you, your lips pressed against the hard line of his until he opened up for you. You lead things just long enough for him to get comfortable, falling into motion and his tongue pushing forward into your mouth.
His hands tightened, gripping onto your waist like he might lose you if he let you go. Walking you back into your apartment, he blindly kicked his leg back to shut the door. Surging forward, he had the backs of your thighs against the arm of the couch.
Pulling back to take a look at you, his eyes moved to you swollen lips. His thumb came up to brush against your lower lip, gently gripping it between his fingers.
"Pretty, pretty girl," He sighed, you could feel his thigh slotting between your legs. "Such a good girl."
You couldn't stop it, the heady little moan that fell from your mouth at his words. Mixed with the soft feeling of his suit pants pressing to your core, undoubtedly you were leaving some kind of mess on the expensive trousers.
Hotch flexed his thigh, enjoying the feeling of you grinding yourself against his leg like a desperate slut. He watched as you tipped your head back, exposing the column of your throat to him.
Ducking his head, he pressed his lips in a line down your neck and biting gently at the join of your shoulder. "Get up on the couch."
His voice was a rumble in his chest, but there was a command in there that had you moving without being told twice. You went to sit down on it, but Hotch caught you and spun you slightly till you were falling onto the cushions on your knees.
Arms slung over the back of the couch and ass pointed out, you looked back over your shoulders with hazy eyes. Hotch slipped his suit jacket off, throwing it across a chair as he started to roll up his sleeves.
It was so simple, such an easy move but it had an effect on you like nothing else. His strong arms came into view and the veins on his hands flexed as he rolled the fabric. You could feel the damp spot growing on your panties.
This was a different Hotch than the one that stayed over the other night. This was closer to the one that sat behind his desk, stoic and unshakeable. Part of you knew the desperation that was hiding behind the stern look on his face.
You two really had one shot at this. The voice in the back of your head was telling you to enjoy this, it'd never happen again.
Snapping you from your thoughts, you felt two long fingers run up the length of your cunt. Even through the thin fabric of your underwear, you could feel his rough grasp as he gently began to rub at your clit.
Your head lolled forward, a gasp sounding from your chest as you backed your hips towards his touch. As he slid your panties to the side, fingers now running right through your wetness, you could hear the sound of him drawing down his fly.
"I've tried so hard- from the moment I met you-" The words fell from his lips, his knee coming up on the couch to get closer. "I've thought about this moment every night."
Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, feeling his firm chest press to your back as his words spurred you on. You could picture it in your mind, your boss in the shower, alone in his bed- his hand fisting at his cock as he thought of you.
Pretty you, sweet and kind you. Always the first to do what he says, to look at him with those glassy eyes and say "yes, sir." To him, this was inevitable.
It was only ever a matter of time.
Swiping up the slick from between your legs, you looked back quickly to see him running it across the head of his cock. Your jaw dropped slightly, seeing the size of him as he dragged his hand down the length of it.
"Fuck- that's big."
You didn't even mean to say it out loud. Hotch chuckled as your words, his brows raising slightly as he did.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," He cooed, lining himself up with your entrance. "We'll make it fit."
Your eyes squeezed shut and a drawn out, frankly pornographic, moan fell out. Hotch groaned deep in his chest as he sunk into you, feeling the tight grip of your soaking cunt.
Feeling the press of his lips on your shoulder blade, he made it in fully before he stilled. He was giving you a moment, letting you catch your breath despite the ever-present need to absolutely wreck you.
Reaching back, you franticly tapped at his hip. Quiet pleas of "move, please move" filling the space around you. He was kind, he gave you exactly what you needed as he began to roll his hips into yours.
One of his hands firmly held your hip, the other ran underneath your t-shirt so he could grip at your chest. He cupped one of your breasts, rolling it round in his large palm as he groaned into the crook of your neck.
"God- you feel so good, sweetheart."
You whimpered for him, a pathetic whine sounding from you as you bucked your hips back against him. The hand on your hip began to slip forward, fingers coming around to rub against your clit.
From the speed in which he was fucking into you, the frantic movements of his fingers, the clip of his breath- he was trying hard to hold on. He was doing whatever he could to keep his cool but he was finding it increasingly difficult.
The prettiest girl he'd ever laid his eyes on, the subject of all his inappropriate desires was knelt in front of him. You were somehow tighter than he'd dreamed, somehow sounded sweeter than he'd imagined.
You were calling out his name, chants of "Aaron, fuck, Aaron-" that were no doubt slinking through the thin walls of this apartment and keeping the neighbours up.
He didn't care, he'd get you to tell the whole fucking city if he could. When you felt this good, when you looked this pretty for him? He'd throw his whole career to the fucking wind if it meant he got to do this whenever he wanted.
Maybe- maybe not that far. But Hotch wasn't really in the position to be thinking logically right now. Not when you were turning back over your shoulder to capture his lips, moaning straight down his throat as he continued to sink his hips into you.
"Fuck- you're so deep, sir."
Hotch could've come right then, there was no way he could keep it together when you were saying it like that. He knew good and well that this is why this was never meant to happen.
How was he meant to go back to work and deal with you calling him that, when he's heard just how good it could sound?
He sped up his fingers, messy circles rubbing at your clit as your whole body began to tense. He felt your back arching, pushing back into his chest as you cried out.
"God- I'm gonna'- Aaron- I'm gonna' cum-" Was all you could manage before you clenched around him.
Suddenly, your vice grip released and you were falling limp against the couch with a whimper. Hotch fucked you through it, feeling the shocks wracking your body as he drew out your orgasm as long as he could.
Hotch watched over you, seeing the blissed out expression on your face as you came for him. He looked down to see the way your cunt fluttered around him, a wet mess left on the shaft of his cock.
Taking mental note, he knew that he'd never be able to forget this. His one chance to have you like this, to hold you and feel you gripped around him. The sight of you took over him, his hips stuttering as he gripped hard on your hips.
You opened your eyes just in time to see his head tipped back, strong arms and chest straining against his dress shirt. Hotch's lips parted as a quiet moan of your name ripped from his chest.
Quickly, he slipped himself out as he stroked himself over your ass. Long fingers pulled your panties down around your thighs as hot ropes of cum painted your lower back and behind. Your eyes were growing hazier but you kept them open to watch as he did it.
You were slumped over the back of the couch, high dissipating through your body as you heard him tuck himself back into his trousers. You could hear him moving away, but soon he returned with a warm cloth against your back.
Slipping your panties back into place, he turned you around gently and settled you into his side. Right back where things had started, your sleepy body falling into him.
You both knew it, that this would be the last time. This would never go anywhere else. But there was part of you that'd become content with that, getting used to the strong beat of his heart beside your ear.
Feeling a strong hand brush against your face, this time you were sure of it. His lips pressed softly against the top of your head as you began to drift off asleep.
You knew he'd been gone again when you woke up, you'd both show up to work like all of this hadn't happened. But that was okay, you felt the sleep overtaking you- a feeling that you'd missed.
You slept absolutely soundly, for the second time in weeks.
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Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)
Summary: When you went out for drinks with the team one Friday, you had no idea that this was how the night would end: with your back pressed flush against your bedroom door, a shaking thigh hitched over your boyfriend's shoulder and his pretty mouth daring you to completely let go for everyone to hear.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: no mention of Y/N, profanity, oral sex (female receiving), jealous!Bucky, posessive!Bucky, slight praise kink, slight exhibitionism (people overhearing), hickeys, MINORS DNI!
A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this and i was (still am) very nervous to post it. But I promised myself I'd get back into writing, even if this is how I'm doing it. Thank you @ellemj for encouraging me to do this <3
"What do you think you were playing at tonight, huh?" Bucky's low voice caught your attention the second the pair of you walked through the door to your room. Looking up from the dresser where you had set your purse down, you met his eye. What once were bright blue had now clouded over with something else, something darker. Jealousy.
A lot of things came from having a secret relationship with Bucky. You got to see the sweet, caring side that he showed to no one else. You got to be the one he trusted most, and in turn place your trust in him. Above all else, you got to love each other. Tenderly, passionately, consumingly. And to you, the best part of it was that the other Avengers were none the wiser. All of the love and shared moments were kept just for you, hidden in late night walks and early morning kisses. It was better kept that way, you had always thought. No one was able to interfere with what they didn't know about.
But Bucky's mind thought differently, even if he had never wanted to admit it. He would've shouted from the rooftop of the Avenger's tower how much he loved you if you would've asked him to. He'd wrap a strong arm around your curves in front of everyone and kissed you on the cheek, a proud grin on his face as he got to show off the fact that you were all his. But he'd suppressed how he really wanted to act in favour of keeping you happy. After all, that was what mattered to him most of all.
That was until tonight. Bucky knew he was in trouble from the second you set foot in the place. There you were, your skirt grazing the top of your thighs, your long sleeved black shirt clinging to your curves like an elastic band. His eyes were no longer the only ones on you, and there wasn't a damn thing that he could do about it. Until now that you were back home.
"What are you talking about?" You asked quietly, looking up at him.
"You know damn well what i'm talking about." He took a daring step closer to you.
With a mind of their own, your feet took a hesitant step back, the soft click of your heels dragging across the floorboard in the uncomfortable silence. It wasn't like you were afraid of him, you never had been. But there was a dangerous atmosphere surrounding him that made you nervous.
He closed in on you as you didn't answer. Leaning down, his lips hovered close to your own, leaving just enough space for his thumb to reach up and trace your quivering bottom lip. You'd always thought it felt more personal when he touched you with his right arm. As much as you loved the feel of the cool metal sliding acros your skin, it was like he craved the true feeling of the flushed heat from your skin as it reacted to his touch and his touch only. In between your shaky breaths, his thumb dipped between your parted lips. But you resisted the urge to suck on it in the way he liked until you got to the bottom of what was getting this much of a rise out of him. When he saw that you weren't giving in to him just as he wanted, Bucky's tongue rolled in his own mouth.
Fine, if that's how you were going to be. He thought stubbornly.
He withdrew his thumb from your mouth, dragging down your bottom lip as he leaned in to capture it in a hungry kiss. As confused as you were about the whole thing right now, one thing was certain - when it came to kissing Bucky Barnes, you were certainly not about to complain or ask him to stop. His metal arm flew to your hip, the soft material of your skirt bunching up in his fist. You shivered slightly as the vibranium unintentionally brushed against your bare skin. Still holding onto you, he guided your hips back until you heard the soft thud of your body against the door as your back pressed against it. His right hand slid from the side of your face and to the nape of your neck. Reaching up, Bucky tugged gently at the root of your curls, twirling the soft strands around his rough hand. A soft gasp left your mouth, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. You welcomed the feeling, giving in to him completely as the curious thoughts about what had led you to this position slipped from your mind.
And just as quickly as it had began, his lips were gone. They trailed across your trembling jaw and down the soft juncture of your neck. His tight grip released your hair, and your head nearly fell slack against his at the sudden loss of the physical control over you. Bucky tilted your chin back up and to the side, his precise movements giving him all of the access to your exposed throat that he desired. Delicate kisses on your skin turned rough, and his teeth gently nipped at you to earn soft whimpers. He smirked against your skin, rolling it between his full lips even harder.
"Fuck, you're gonna leave a markâŚ" you whined, "Bucky, you're being too damn rough, you're gonnaâŚ"
Bucky finally let go off your skin, but kept dangerously close to your ear instead. There was a split second before he spoke where all you could here was his panting breaths, and that alone kept your heart pounding.
"Maybe I should mark you up," Bucky's voice was ragged, "send you down to breakfast tomorrow morning covered in hickeys that I gave to you, just to remind Steve every time that he sets eyes on your pretty face that you're mine."
Your hazy eyes shot wide open. There it was. That's what this whole ordeal had been about? Bucky was jealous of Steve?
"Wh-what do you mean?" You could barely stutter out.
"Back in the bar tonight."
You swallowed nervously as you cast your mind back over the events of the evening. Being excited to see everyone. Knocking back several drinks over the course of the evening. Bucky smirking as you found any excuse to get close to him without anyone noticing. Nodding politely in your conversation with Steve as you tried to distract yourself from the less than pure thoughts that arose whenever you made eye contact with Bucky. Thinking about how good he looked in that leather jacket. Wondering how long it would be before you'd be dragging him back to the tower and taking it off him- Fuck. You were doing it again.
Bucky's face softened when he realised that you truly had no idea what he was talking at. He chuckled slightly at your obliviousness. How could someone so intelligent miss the careless flirtation thrown her way from her teammate?
"He was flirting with you all night, you know?" Bucky pulled back slightly, his hand moved from your chin to cup the side of your face. His earlier confidence wavered as he suddenly felt a pang of guilt for getting so jealous. "Did you really not see how he was looking at you? I swear, he must've pulled every trick in the book to try and get your attention tonight."
Looking past the jealously, you saw a vulnerability. The fear that he might lose you to someone else. You hummed gently, stroking his cheek as he kept you so close.
"How was I supposed to notice when all of my attenion was on you?" You asked gently.
He smiled at your reassurance. "Really?"
"Of course, James."
"And what about right now? Where is all of your attention?" Bucky tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"Right on you." You murmured, watching him lean in again.
"Exactly where it should be." His hand left your face. It trailed down your neck, and then your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as it joined his vibranium one at your hips.
And suddenly, his lips picked up where they left off, kissing and teasing your skin. He bent his head down further to your collarbone, and then the crest of your cleavage as it peeked out of your lowcut top. Squirming, your back arched away from the door and into his waiting arms. The subtle movement of your body gave Bucky space to slip his hand up under your skirt to cup your ass. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh as he hooked your leg around his waist, pressing his hips against yours. A soft gasp echoed from your trembling lips as you felt just how hard he was through his jeans.
"Can't say I blame Steve when you look this good, doll. So fucking pretty. And it's all for me.. God, I don't know how much longer I can keep us a secret. Want everyone to know you're mine." He mumbled in quick succession as his lips worked their way back across your skin to capture you in another sweet kiss.
"What if I want that too?" You asked softly, biting your lip.
The corners of his lips tugged into a smirk. "You sure? I thought-"
"I'm tired of hiding us," you interrupted, "i'm yours, and it's time everyone else knew."
"If that's what you wantâŚ" He teased, an idea playing out in his mind as he dropped to his knees in front of you.
"Bucky, what are you-" Your own gasp cut you off as you felt him lift you leg, resting it over his shoulder. He kissed your inner thigh and your head fell back against the door.
Oh, that's where he was going with this.
Tracing lazy circles up your thigh, his mouth worked it's way up. Every movement made left you needy and wanting more. Soft moans from you filled the room, and his enhanced hearing heard every one as your thighs cushioned his ears. The sounds you made when he hadn't even touched you yet were embarassing. But you couldn't help yourself. Bucky knew how to push you closer to the edge better than anyone, and he wasn't afraid of showing it. By the time he reached the edge of your underwear, you were done for. Your arousal soaked through the thin material, and you knew he could feel it. Bucky chuckled slightly against the lace fabric, his heavy breath sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. Hips stuttering against his face, you grinded closer in a desperate need for him to do something else. Anything else.
"What's the matter, hm?" He murmured, licking right up to your clit. Even over your underwear, the touch was more than enough to make your body quiver.
"BuckyâŚ" You whined, running your hands through his hair and tugging lightly.
"Someone's awfully needy," He tutted. Looking up at you, Bucky grinned like a devil as your wetness spread across his pink lips, "Who's got you like this?"
But you were so far gone in your own world that you almost didn't hear him. When you didn't immediately answer him, he grew impatient. Bucky's tongue rolled over the flimsy lace once again and your thigh tensed over his shoulder. The stem of your heel dug into his back slightly, drawing him in closer to you. To where you so desperately wanted him to be.
"Tell me." His voice was hoarse and demanding.
Another flick of his tongue. Another cry from your lips. "Y-you⌠always you."
"Good girl." He paused momentarily, hooking his thumb under the delicate edge of your underwear and ripping it to the side. You gulped nervously at the tearing sound of it as he finally set eyes on your bare core. "And now I want you to let everyone in this damn building hear it."
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The next morning at breakfast was awkward to say the least. When you walked into the kitchen midmorning, legs still shaking, all eyes were on you.
"Morning." You mumbled, avoiding eye contact as you prayed no one would bring up the night before. You simply wanted them to realise you were dating Bucky now, and leave it at that, not another word mentioned. The few team members already there smiled politely, ignoring the obvious elephant in the room. As you wrapped your hands around a coffee mug, the sleeves of Bucky's sweater encase your hands. The cheeky bastard had insisted that you wear it today 'for good measure', because apparently the way you had screamed his name all night long wasn't enough. It still smelled like his cologne, marking both the jumper and you with traces of him. You kept your head down, hair covering the purple marks on your neck. As the strands brushed over the sensitive skin, you winced.
"Everything okay?" Steve asked quietly, glancing your way.
As you turned to meet his eye, your carefully placed hair shifted. Steve's gaze dropped to your neck, eyes widening at the sight he was met with. Looking over the purple that stained your skin, he swallowed nervously whilst trying to find the right words to say.
Eventually, he cleared his throat and spoke what was on everyone's mind. "So, uh⌠last night⌠was that you that we heard with⌠you guys areâŚ"
"Yeah." Your head snapped up to the doorway of the kitchen. Bucky leaned against the frame, his arms folded across his chest and a smug grin plastered across his face, "She's mine. And don't you ever forget it."
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The talk
Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)
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A/N: Enjoy this part 3! I hope you like it! In this story, Blake and Ryan have been married since 2010 and therefore had their children earlier. I changed the age of the children to make it fit.
Warnings: maybe some swearing here and there, a bit angsty and fluff, mentions of alcohol
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I couldnât sleep last night. Iâd been tossing and turning for hours, staring at the digital clock that blinked back at me relentlessly. When 6 a.m. finally rolled around, I gave up, threw back the covers, and dragged myself out of bed. I needed something to ground me, to keep my mind from spiraling, so I rolled out my yoga mat in front of the massive window that looked out over the New York skyline. The city was still half-asleep, but I could already feel its energy buzzing in the distance.
After a quick, but calming, yoga session, I snapped a selfie. I sat on the mat in my sports bra and leggings, my hair a messy bun, and the sunrise just starting to peek through the buildings behind me. My face looked peaceful, but inside, my stomach was a knot of nerves. Still, I posted it on Instagram, hoping the positivity from my followers might lift me a bit.
Within minutes, comments flooded in. Mostly love and support, people saying how they wished they could be as dedicated to early morning yoga as I was. But some of them worried about me. There were a few messages asking if I was okay, mentioning the paparazzi photos of yesterday. Apparently, walking through the city with Blake after the premiere turned into a full-on hangover spectacle, and people noticed. They always notice everything.
I sighed and decided to call Blake.
âHeyyy!â she greeted cheerfully, her voice always so full of life.
âHey, Blake!"I replied, trying to sound less anxious than I felt.
I hesitated. I didnât really want to unload on her again.
âI, uh, Iâve got Hugh coming over soon. I⌠I donât know, Iâm kinda nervous about it. We need to talk, and I justâI donât know how itâs going to go.â
I heard in her voice that she was smiling. âListen, you and Hugh will be fine. Heâs a great guy. If he didnât care about you, he wouldnât be flirting with you so much in public. Trust me, Iâve known him for yearsâhe doesnât do that unless he means it.â
I bit my lip, feeling my anxiety twist and turn. âBut what if⌠ahh.. nevermind. Iâm just so confused.â
âThatâs okay. As I already told you, you donât have to figure it all out in one day. Just talk to him, be honest, and see where it goes. Youâve got this.â
Her words helped, if only a little. I thanked her, and after hanging up, I busied myself around the apartment, waiting for the knock on the door.
When it finally came, I almost jumped out of my skin. I opened the door to find Hugh standing there with a bag of bagels in one hand and two coffees in the other.
âGood morning. I brought us breakfast." he said with that charming smile of his.
We exchanged small talk as we sat down at the kitchen counter, nibbling on our food. He complimented the view, asked about my morning, and I tried to stay calm, but the tension between us was impossible to ignore. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of dancing around the subject, I took a deep breath and started the conversation Iâd been dreading.
âHugh,â I began softly, setting my half-eaten bagel down. âI donât⌠I donât know what Iâm feeling. About us, I mean.â
He nodded slowly, looking at me with that warm, steady gaze that always seemed to calm me, even when I was a mess inside.
âI like you, y/n. A lot. And Iâm not asking you to have all the answers right now. But Iâd like to figure it out together if thatâs something you want to.â
My chest tightened. âBut the age thing⌠your kids⌠Hugh, itâs a lot. I donât know if Iâm ready for something so complicated.â
Hugh leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look crossing his face. âIâve already talked to my son about it, actually. Oscar asked me about you, and I told him the truthâthat Iâm happy when Iâm with you. And he said that as long as Iâm happy, thatâs all that matters to him. Ava feels the same way, Iâm sure.â
I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. The relief I felt, knowing that heâd already had that conversation with his son, was overwhelming. But at the same time, the weight of everything else crashed over me, and I couldnât hold back the tears any longer.
âIâm sorry,â I whispered, wiping at my eyes as the tears fell.
Hugh got up and pulled me up from the chair so that I stood in front of him. His arms wrapped me in a soft hug, and his fingers tilted my chin up slightly so he could kiss the tip of my nose. It was a soft, sweet gesture that made my heart skip.
âHey, itâs okay,â he murmured. âWeâll take it slow. One step at a time. We donât need to rush anything.â
I nodded, sniffling a bit. âSlow sounds good. Maybe we could⌠you know, go on real dates? But keep things quiet for now.â
He smiled again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. âYeah, Blake and Ryan can know, but no one else. At least for now.â
We finished breakfast and cleaned up, and soon we found ourselves on the couch. Hugh wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. For a while, we just sat there, the silence comforting, our worries temporarily pushed to the side.
I couldnât help myself. I had to ask. âDid you⌠did you mean it? That kiss in the gym?â
Hugh chuckled, glancing down at me with that familiar playful spark in his eyes. âWas that not obvious?â
I felt my face heat up, a slow blush spreading across my cheeks. I shrugged, trying to play it off, but the vulnerability in my voice betrayed me. âI had other things on my mind.â
He laughed softly, the sound warm and infectious, and I found myself smiling despite the butterflies in my stomach. There was something so disarming about him, the way he could make me feel at ease even when my heart was racing. His gaze held mine, the tension between us thickening, and suddenly, I couldnât resist any longer.
Without thinking, I leaned in, brushing my lips against his. It was tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but the moment he responded, everything else faded away. His lips were soft and warm, moving gently against mine, and the kiss quickly deepened, growing more intense with each passing second.
My heart pounded in my chest, the heat between us rising as my hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. Hughâs arms circled my waist, pulling me closer until I was practically sitting on his lap. His hands were firm yet tender, one resting on the small of my back, the other moving up to cradle the side of my face as the kiss continued to build in intensity.
I felt my breath hitch as his lips trailed from mine to the corner of my mouth, then along my jawline, his stubble grazing my skin in the most delicious way. My pulse quickened as I let out a soft sigh, my fingers tangling in his short, soft hair. The sensation of his lips on my neck sent shivers down my spine, my entire body humming with anticipation.
Hugh's hand slid down to my back, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard lines of his body pressing against mine, and it sent my mind spinning. His touch was gentle but sure, his fingers tracing small circles on my lower back, grounding me even as everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.
His mouth returned to mine, the kiss now slow and deliberate, as if we had all the time in the world. His tongue teased my lips, and I opened up to him, the kiss deepening as our breaths mingled, the air between us growing hotter. Every nerve in my body was on fire, the warmth of his touch, the weight of his hands, the way he held me, as if I were something precious. I felt safe and reckless all at once, the thrill of being so close to him coursing through me like electricity.
Hughâs grip tightened on my waist, his hands sliding down to my hips, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach, a heady mix of desire and disbelief that this was actually happening. His lips parted from mine just long enough for me to catch a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering open to meet his. His gaze was dark, intense, and filled with the same want that was swirling inside me.
I couldnât stop myself. I leaned back in, kissing him with more urgency this time, my hands slipping from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my fingertips. His body was firm under my touch, and the sensation sent another rush of heat through me. I pressed closer to him, my lips hungry for more, and he responded in kind, his hands roaming over my back.
My pulse raced, and I felt the world narrowing down to just the two of usâthe heat of our bodies, the taste of his lips, the way his hands moved over me, every touch igniting something deeper, something I couldnât control.
Then, out of nowhere, his phone buzzed.
We both froze, breathless, still tangled together. I pulled back just slightly, still feeling the heat of his breath on my lips. "You should get that," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my ears.
Hugh let out a low groan of frustration but reluctantly reached for his phone. He glanced at the screen and sighed. âItâs Ryan.â
I smirked, trying to catch my breath. Of course, it was Ryan.
Hugh answered, still holding me close as if he wasnât ready to let go just yet. âHey, mate.â he greeted casually, though I could hear the slight edge of impatience in his voice.
Ryanâs voice was loud enough that I could hear him through the phone. âSo, dinner at our place today? You and y/n should come by.â
Hugh blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard. âHow do you know y/n's with me?â
Ryanâs laugh was almost smug. âCall it a hunch.â
Hugh shook his head, glancing at me with a playful smile. âYou in?â
I nodded, still a bit breathless, my fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his t-shirt. âSure.â
He confirmed with Ryan and then hung up, looking back at me with a soft smile. âLetâs go for a walk before dinner.â
I grinned. The idea of sneaking through the streets with him was somehow exciting. But then reality hit. âYou should probably⌠go get changed." I suggested, glancing down at the clothes he was wearing. "Something more undercover."
Hugh nodded, gently setting me next to him and standing up. "I'll swing by my place and change. Give me a few minutes, and I'll come back for you."
He pressed one more quick kiss to my forehead before heading out the door, leaving me sitting there, my heart still racing from the kiss. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to calm the fire that was still burning inside me. It was impossible to believe that just a few moments ago, I had been straddling Hugh Jackman in my living room, kissing him like my life depended on it.
True to his word, Hugh returned not long after, dressed down in a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a hoodie, looking like a celebrity who's trying to avoid attention. I slipped on a casual jacket and sunglasses, and we headed out, blending into the afternoon crowds as we walked through the streets of New York.
As we wandered, the conversation flowed easily. We talked about workâhow his latest project was going, how I was handling mine. We shared stories and joked about the craziness of the industry, but somewhere along the way, the conversation grew more personal. Hugh asked me about my childhood, about the things that made me who I was, and I found myself opening up to him in a way I hadnât expected.
He told me stories about his kids, about how Oscar was so curious about everything, how Ava was growing into her own person, full of ideas and opinions. Hearing him talk about them made me see another side of himâso caring, so deeply connected to his family. It only made me like him more.
We asked each other questions that werenât surface level, diving into the things that really mattered, like what we wanted in life, what we were afraid of. The more we talked, the more I realized again how easy it was to be with him, how natural it felt.
Before I knew it, hours had passed, and the sun was beginning to dip low in the sky. We made our way back to my apartment, where Hugh dropped me off so I could get ready for dinner at Blake and Ryanâs. He gave me one short peck before heading back to his place to change.
As I stood in front of my mirror, touching up my makeup and fixing my hair, I couldnât stop thinking about the kiss, about how right it had felt. Today had been full of surprises, but for the first time, I wasnât scared of where this might lead. Hugh and I were taking it slow, figuring things out as we went, and somehow, that was enough for now.
When Hugh came back to pick me up, we were both ready for whatever the rest of the day had in store. We were in this together.
The moment we stepped through the door at Blake and Ryanâs, the familiar sound of tiny feet pattering across the floor reached my ears. Before I knew it, all three of their daughtersâJames, Betty, and Inezâcame running toward us, their faces lighting up in excitement.
âY/n! Hugh!â they squealed in unison, their voices high-pitched with joy.
I couldnât help but grin as I bent down to greet them, enveloping each one of them in a warm hug. Hugh followed suit, gently embracing them, his face soft with affection. Ryan stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a playful smile on his face.
âI swear, they get more excited when you two show up than when Blake and I come home." Ryan quipped, shaking his head as if the betrayal was real.
I chuckled, ruffling Bettyâs hair as she beamed up at me. âWell, I mean, we are the fun ones.â
Blake walked up behind him, smirking as she shrugged her shoulders. âCan you really blame them?â she said, giving Ryan a teasing nudge.
Before I could respond, the seven-year-old James grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the living room. âCome on, y/n! I want to show you something!â
I let her guide me into the cozy room, where Penny and Baxter, the two dogs, were lounging lazily on the floor. James hurried over to a corner piled high with toys and grabbed two Barbie dolls, her excitement radiating off her.
âLook!â she said, holding up the first Barbie. âThis one looks just like you!â The doll was dressed in sporty clothes that reminded me of what Iâd worn in my recent Instagram post. âAnd this one." she added, grabbing the second doll, âlooks like Mommy.â
I laughed softly, touched by her creativity. âWow, you nailed it! I can totally see the resemblance.â
As I sat down with her to admire her Barbie collection, I noticed Hugh standing in the doorway, his smile widening as he watched us. But before he could come over, Betty and Inez had already ambushed him, grabbing onto his legs and giggling uncontrollably.
âHugh! Hugh!â Inez exclaimed, her arms wrapped tightly around one of his legs. âCan we watch the Minions again? Please? Pleeease?â
Betty chimed in, nodding with equal enthusiasm. âYeah, can we?â
Ryan strolled into the room, laughing as he leaned against the doorframe. âAgain? How many times have you guys watched that now? Fifty? Sixty?â
Hugh chuckled, ruffling Bettyâs hair. âMaybe after dinner, alright? You two might know it better than I do at this point.â
Just then, Blake called out from the dining room, âOkay, everyone, dinnerâs ready! Letâs give Hugh a break and get some food in your bellies first.â
We all made our way to the dining room, and as I sat down at the beautifully set table, I couldnât help but admire the spread. Blake had outdone herself again.
âThis looks incredible!" I commented as I took my seat, glancing appreciatively at the dishes laid out before us.
Blake smiled, waving off the compliment. âAh, itâs nothing. Ryan helped, too.â
Ryan straightened in his chair, pretending to be the worldâs greatest chef. âYeah, I practically made the entire thing,â he boasted, earning a playful elbow to the side from Blake.
While we ate and talked about today's events, I noticed that James, Betty, and Inez had already finished their meals. The three of them looked up at Blake and Ryan with wide, pleading eyes.
"Mom, Dad, can we go play with Penny and Baxter now? Please?" James asked, practically bouncing in her seat with excitement.
Ryan exchanged a glance with Blake before nodding. "Alright, you three can go. Just donât feed the dogs under the table again." he added with a mock sternness that made the girls giggle.
The kids squealed and scrambled out of their chairs, racing back toward the living room where the dogs were waiting for them. Blake shook her head fondly as she watched them go, and we all settled back into the conversation.
I was right in the middle of talking about something funny that had happened at work when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I excused myself, stepping outside to take the call. When I saw Chris Evansâ name on the screen, I smiled.
âHey, Chris!â I greeted, leaning against the side of the house.
âY/n!" Chrisâs voice came through with its usual warmth. âIâm heading down to New York tomorrow. Wanna grab a beer?â
I smiled. âAbsolutely! Letâs meet at the pub we always go to. Howâs 7 p.m.?â
âPerfect!" Chris replied. âLooking forward to catching up.â
We wrapped up the conversation, and I headed back inside. As I slipped into my seat, Hugh gave me a gentle smile and placed his hand on my leg under the table, his touch grounding me.
âEverything okay?â he asked softly, his thumb stroking my thigh in a way that sent a small wave of comfort through me.
I nodded, returning his smile. âYeah, all good. Just Chris Evans. Heâs coming to New York tomorrow, so weâre grabbing a drink.â
Ryanâs ears perked up immediately, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. âOh, Captain America, huh? Should Hugh be worried?â
Blake chuckled beside him, clearly in on the joke. I rolled my eyes, laughing. âNo, no need to worry. Chris is like an older brother to me.â
Hugh looked intrigued, glancing between Ryan and me. âYou and Chris go way back?â
I nodded, leaning back in my chair as I began to explain. âYeah, Chris, Scarlett Johansson, and I studied together in New York when we were both starting out. They were a few years ahead of me, but we ended up in the same acting workshops. We hit it off and became good friends.â
Blake leaned forward, curiosity written all over her face. âOh, you never told me your stories of university! You must have some great ones.â
Ryan grinned. âCome on, spill! Any embarrassing moments with Captain America and Black Widow?â
I laughed. âOh, tons. Like the time they got lost in Central Park for two hours and missed class. Scarlett shook it off, but Chris was so mortified, and we all gave him a hard time for it.â
Ryan cracked up at the image, and Hugh smiled, though I could tell he was focused on every word. âThat sounds like him." Ryan said. âAlways such a big goof.â
Blake leaned closer, clearly digging for more. âDidnât you two do a movie together a few years back? Werenât there some pretty steamy scenes in that one?â
I felt my cheeks warm slightly at the memory. âYeah, we did." I admitted, chuckling. âIt was a bit... awkward, though, because by then, Chris really did feel more like a brother to me.â
Ryan, however, wasnât about to let me off the hook that easily. âWait, so it wasnât always that way?â
I hesitated for a beat, then shrugged, smiling sheepishly. âWell.. back when we were in school, we mightâve had a little... thing. You know, one of those fleeting âweâre young and in New Yorkâ flings. But it didnât last long. Now, heâs definitely more of a brother figure.â
Blakeâs eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth as she burst out laughing. âY/n! You never told me you and Chris had a fling!â
Ryan nearly doubled over in laughter, slapping the table. âOh my god, Hugh, you hearing this? Captain America and y/n!â
Hugh laughed, though it didnât quite reach his eyes, and I noticed the slight tension in his jaw. He gave a half-hearted chuckle, glancing at me with a mix of amusement and something elseâsomething I couldnât quite place.
Blake continued to laugh, shaking her head. âI canât believe you kept that from me!â
I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed but laughing along with them. âIt was a long time ago! And honestly, when we filmed that movie, it just felt... weird. I mean, trying to be sexy with someone who you now see as a brother? Not the easiest thing.â
Ryan wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. âI bet those scenes were really uncomfortable to shoot.â
âThey were." I admitted, rolling my eyes good-naturedly. âBut Chris was a total professional about it.â
Hugh remained quiet for a moment, still smiling, but I could tell something about the story didnât sit quite right with him.
âSo, what was it like studying here in New York? It sounds like it was a pretty wild time.â Blake wiggled with her eyebrows.
I grinned, thinking back to those chaotic, exciting days. âIt definitely had its moments. The city was also back then a constant whirlwind. We were all broke, doing odd jobs between auditions, but somehow, it was the best time of my life.â
Ryan leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. âOh, I bet. Was it all method acting and deep emotional discovery, or were you guys just trying to out-party each other?â
I laughed. âA little bit of both, honestly. There were definitely nights when we all showed up to class with way too little sleep.â
Ryan smirked, clearly enjoying himself. âAnd Captain America was part of those late-night adventures?â
I rolled my eyes. âChris was usually the responsible one, believe it or not. Heâd be the guy dragging everyone out of some dive bar at 2 a.m., telling us we had early classes. Of course, he wasnât always that responsible...â
Hughâs interest was piqued, his eyes twinkling. âYou and Chris really went through it together, huh?â
I nodded, smiling at the memories. âYeah, we had a lot of fun. Weâd rehearse scenes together, mess around in the park, just being broke, and ambitious kids trying to make it.â
Ryan, never missing a beat, chimed in again. âSo what youâre saying is, if Chris wasnât Captain America, he couldâve been, I dunno, some Shakespearean actor, dragging everyone through intense rehearsals and then buying them all hot dogs afterward?â
I laughed. âExactly! The perfect balance of intense and laid-back.â
"What other stories do you have up your sleeve?" Ryan grinned and put his arm around his wife.
âWell.. while studying, I also worked as a barista, and believe me, I was a terrible barista.â I started, chuckling at the memory.
Blake raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âWait, you worked at a coffee shop?â
I nodded. âYeah, I needed to pay rent somehow, so I got a job at this little cafĂŠ near campus. It was my first day, and I was already a nervous wreck. The owner was this sweet, older manâkind of like a grandpa figure to everyone. But I was so jittery that when he came over to check how I was doing, I somehow managed to spill an entire tray of coffee and raspberry cake all over him.â
Everyone at the table burst into laughter, especially Ryan, who wiped a fake tear from his eye. âOh, thatâs priceless. What did he do?â
I grinned at the memory. âHe just stood there for a second, covered in coffee, and then he started laughing. He looked at me and said, âWell, at least you didnât burn me.â From then on, he teased me about it every single shift. Heâd walk past me and say, âCareful, y/n, hot beverages on the loose!â It was actually really sweet.â
Blake smiled, shaking her head. âSounds like he was a good guy.â
âYeah, he was the best." I agreed. âHonestly, he was one of the reasons I stuck around for so long.â
Hugh, who had been listening intently, suddenly leaned forward with a small smile. âWell, since weâre sharing job stories⌠the ladies might not know this, but before I became an actor, I was a P.E. teacher in England.â
I blinked, caught completely off guard. âWait, what? You were a teacher? Thatâs crazy!â
Ryan immediately jumped in with a wide grin. âOh man, y/n, can you imagine if Hugh had been your teacher back then? You wouldâve been the star student in P.E., right?â
I felt my cheeks flush, laughing at the absurd thought. âHonestly, if Hugh had been my teacher, I think I wouldâve suddenly developed an intense love for sports.â
Blake burst out laughing while Hugh chuckled, shaking his head at our comments. âYeah, I canât imagine that wouldâve been appropriate,â Hugh said, still smiling, though his ears were a little pink.
Ryan leaned back in his chair, still grinning. âHey, you never know. Maybe youâd have inspired her to get into, I donât know, gymnastics or something.â
Blake swatted Ryan on the arm, but she was laughing just as hard. âLeave them alone! Besides, I bet Hugh was an amazing teacher.â
Hugh shrugged modestly. âIt was a good job, honestly. I loved working with the kids, but eventually, I realized my passion was acting.â
I turned to him, still amazed. âThatâs so cool, though. I wouldâve never guessed. Youâve had quite the journey.â
He smiled warmly at me, and I could see a glimmer of pride in his eyes, as if the memories of his teaching days still meant something to him. âIt was definitely a unique chapter in my life. But hey, everything leads you somewhere, right?â
Ryan couldnât resist one more joke, leaning in with a sly grin. âYeah, and luckily, it led you to us, huh?â
The conversation slowed down after that, everyone quietly soaking in the warmth of the room and each otherâs company. Blake glanced around the table, then clapped her hands together.
âWell, how about we clear the table and grab some wine?â
Hugh and I immediately stood up, ready to help, but Blake waved us off. âOh no, you two relax. Ryan and I have it covered.â
Ryan was already stacking plates and giving us a wink. âYeah, sit tight, lovebirds.â
As we sat back down, Hugh placed his hand gently on my thigh, his touch making me feel all warm and cozy inside. He smiled at me, that tender look in his eyes that always made my heart skip a beat.
Feeling a bit giddy, I leaned in closer to him and whispered. âDo you think we should tell them about us now? Or wait until another time?â
Hughâs thumb rubbed small circles against my leg as he considered it. âYeah, letâs tell them. Theyâre our best friendsâthey should know weâre giving this a shot.â
His quiet confidence soothed the last of my nerves, and I couldnât help myself. I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, just as the door to the dining room swung open, and Ryan strutted back in, carrying wine glasses.
âOhohoh! Whatâs this? What did I just miss?â he teased, his voice dripping with mock shock. âAnd donât forget, there are children in this house!â
Blake followed right behind him, her eyes darting between us, a curious smile playing on her lips. âWhatâs going on in here?â she asked, setting down a bottle of wine.
Hugh chuckled softly and glanced at me before addressing them both. âActually, we wanted to tell you guys something. Y/n and I... well, weâre trying this thing out. Weâre seeing where it goes.â
There was a brief moment of silence as Blake and Ryan exchanged looks, their expressions quickly morphing into wide grins. Blake let out a little squeal of excitement.
âOh my god! You talked!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. âYou two are adorable!â
Ryan set down the glasses with a loud clink, looking between Hugh and me with that signature playful grin of his. âWell, itâs about damn time! You guys have been giving off major will-they-wonât-they vibes for ages.â
Blake nodded enthusiastically. âIâm so happy for you guys.â
Their support and enthusiasm washed over me, easing any lingering uncertainty I had. Hugh squeezed my hand under the table, and I couldnât help but smile up at him, grateful for how effortlessly everything seemed to fall into place.
Ryan, never one to miss a joke, raised his glass toward us. âHereâs to y/n and Hughâand to all the future awkward family dinners where we can tease you both relentlessly.â
Blake snorted with laughter, pouring everyone a glass of wine. âDonât worry, weâll go easy on you. Sometimes.â
We all raised our glasses, clinking them together in a toast to new beginnings.
The conversation flowed easily as we all continued to drink our wine, sharing more stories and laughing until our glasses were empty. Eventually, we decided to join the kids in the living room. As soon as we walked in, Inez grabbed my hand, pulling me toward her pile of Barbies, while Penny and Baxter trotted over to greet us.
I sat on the floor with one hand helping Inez arrange her Barbies while my other hand stroked Baxter, who had curled up next to me. The rest of the group settled on the couches, chatting and laughing as the kids played around us.
We spent a while there enjoying the comfortable, laid-back atmosphere, but eventually, I felt a yawn escape me. Ryan noticed it immediately and pointed dramatically.
âAlright, I think itâs officialâtime for all the kids to head to bed!â he teased, earning a laugh from Blake and a chorus of giggles from the actual children.
I chuckled, shaking my head. âI guess I walked right into that one.â
Blake stood up and stretched, signaling that the evening was winding down. âYeah, we should probably wrap things up before we have to carry anyone out of here.â
We all said our goodbyes, exchanging hugs and thanking each other for the great night. As we stepped outside, Hugh and I found ourselves standing by our cars, lingering in the cool night air.
I smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of the evening still lingering between us. âSo, whatâs on your agenda for tomorrow?â
Hugh shrugged lightly. âNot too exciting, honestly. Iâm helping a friend with some work on his house in the morning, then Iâve got a doctorâs appointment and after that, Iâm calling my brother to talk about my visit in Sydney to catch up with my family.â
I nodded. âSounds like a busy day. Hometown huh?"
âYeah, itâs been a while since Iâve seen everyone." he said softly, then smiled at me. âWhat about you? Plans with Chris?â
I grinned, the thought of seeing Chris again making me feel both nostalgic and excited. âYeah, but weâre not meeting until the evening for a drink. Until then I'll call my parents because I promised them last week and after that I'll meet up with my management."
For a moment, we stood there, the air between us feeling charged in a quiet, tender way. After a small pause, we leaned into each other at the same time. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other hand found its way to my cheek. Our lips met in a slow, tentative kiss.
When we pulled away, there was a comfortable silence between us, our eyes lingering on each other as if neither of us wanted to say goodbye just yet. I gently stroked my hands over his shoulders down to his chest.
âWell." I said, my voice a little softer than usual. "I guess Iâll see you soon. Good night."
Hugh nodded, his smile warm and easy. âYeah, good night y/n. Text me when you're home."
"Will do." I smiled.
With that, we each got into our cars, and as I drove home, my mind wandered back to the eveningâBlake and Ryanâs support, the kids, the laughter, the stories, and of course, the kisses. My heart felt lighter than it had in a long time, and I couldnât help but smile as I thought about tomorrowâs meeting with Chris.
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28 "No one ever cared about me like you." for Joel or Marcus Pike, please?? Thank you for writing all this amazing stuff for us <3
no one can hurt you now
pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
word count: ~1.2k
summary: Youâve been traveling through the country with Joel and Ellie. After finally arriving in the safety of Jackson, you realize how much Joel means to you.
tags/warnings: post outbreak, mentions of infected, fighting and blood, reader doesnât value her life that much tbh, angst, anxiety, comfort, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n (please let me know if i missed something <3)
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The clickerâs teeth snap at you inches away from your face, your arms straining desperately to hold the creature off. A shot rings through the air and the clicker stills as blood splatters across your face.
You push the now lifeless weight off of you and try to stand back up, your shaky legs underneath you barely cooperating.
âThanks,â you mutter, gasping for breath.
âThe fuck was that?â Joel barks, the gun still grasped so tightly in his hand that his knuckles are turning white.
âIt was- running at Ellie, I just-â
Youâll admit that you hadnât really thought it through when you lunged at the clicker that had charged in the girlâs direction without any weapons in your hands. Not her, had been the only clear thought in your head. She wasnât replaceable.
You were.
âYou just what? Thought youâd get yourself killed?â
âNo! I donât know, okay? I still bought us time, and you got it, so-â
You donât like the way heâs glaring at you, like you did something fundamentally wrong. You took a risk, yes, but his main objective is taking the girl across the country. Youâre just⌠there.
âSo?! Fuckinâ stupid, is what it was,â he snaps before he turns around abruptly and stomps further into the abandoned house that youâre hoping to spend the night in. You wait until your legs finally stop trembling before you follow him.
Itâs the middle of the night when Joel finally speaks to you again. You had settled down in one of the bedrooms on the upper floor, not before searching the house extra thoroughly after the clicker incident earlier.
You can hear Ellieâs soft snores from across the room and you would have sworn that Joel was asleep too. Your mind didnât rest, replaying the scene over and over, the way Joel snapped at you making your chest hurt each time.
âYou donât get to not make yourself a priority, you hear me? I wonât let you.â
You flinch at the unexpected sound from his corner of the room, but his voice is gentle, like heâs approaching a scared animal.
âBut Ellie-â you still try to protest.
âI care about Ellie just as much as you do.â He hesitates for a second. âBut I also care about you.â
You feel heat flushing your cheeks and you avert your gaze, even though itâs too dark for him to see your face anyway.
âYou shouldnât,â you mutter, âsheâs the one that matters.â
âSo do you,â he grumbles.
âNot like her.â
He heaves a sigh and you hear him moving closer to you in the darkness.
âListen to me.â His tone is gruff, but you can feel the intensity behind his words. âI couldnât- shit, I couldnât do this alone. Just take care of yourself. Donât be stupid. Okay?â
âOkay,â you agree in a hushed voice.
You know that this is the closest that Joel Miller will ever get to admitting that he doesnât hate you. You try to fight the feeling, but warmth is spreading through your chest at the thought that he actually wants you around, that heâs not just letting you tag along because he doesnât know what else to do with you.
Itâs your first real night in Jackson, the first time that youâve arrived at a place and didnât immediately make plans on where to go next. The first night that youâre spending in a real bed in god knows how long. The first night that you donât have to sleep with one eye open, always waiting for the next danger to find you.
And the first night in a bed with Joel. Neither of you had protested when you were assigned to one house with him and Ellie. You know what Joel and you look like, from the outside. You donât think that you care, not really.
The house has three bedrooms anyway, so it didnât matter. At least thatâs what you thought, until you had all said good night to each other and you were lying alone in the darkness, wide eyes staring up at the dark ceiling, as you were trying to stop the anxious shivers running through your body.
It was too quiet, the mattress too soft, the room too⌠empty. You had gotten used to the steady breathing of two other people around you, and now that they werenât in the room with you, everything felt wrong. What if you woke up tomorrow to find them both dead, to find yourself alone in the world once more? How were you supposed to make sure they were safe when you werenât with them?
Before you could overthink it, you got up, checked on Ellie who was sleeping soundly and padded over to the room Joel was in.
âCanât sleep?â his low drawl had greeted you as soon as you cracked the door open.
You wordlessly shook your head and he sighed.
âMe neither. Doesnât feel right like this, does it?â
Thatâs how you ended up under the covers next to him. No touching of course, both of you keeping a firm distance. This was just so you could both catch some sleep. Just for tonight.
Except that youâre still not able to let sleep drag you under. Your body is tense, acutely aware of his presence next to you, his body heat easily traveling the short distance between you. You could bridge it just as easily, just reach your hand out to - do what, exactly?
You huff out a breath and turn onto your side, shuffling the sheets with your movement.
âWhatâs wrong?â
His voice is barely above a whisper and before you can open your mouth to respond, his fingers find your face and graze over your cheek in a barely there contact.
He had touched you before, of course, checking you for injuries, soothing you with a hand on your arm or a brush over your hair, but never like this. Never in the darkness of the night and never when you could sense the tension in the air between you, could almost feel his breath on your face. You have never been so acutely aware of the warmth of his fingers thatâs seeping into your skin right now.
âI just- I never thanked you for taking me here, for taking care of me.â
Itâs not whatâs on the forefront of your mind, not the thing thatâs plaguing you in this moment, but itâs still true, and much easier than admitting to him that feeling his body so close right next to yours has you practically burning up, has your fingers itching to touch him, to breathe him in.
Joel hums.
âYou donât have to. Of course I did that.â
You try swallowing the lump that suddenly builds in your throat.
âNo one ever cared about me like you,â you admit in a whisper.
âHey,â Joel mumbles, alarmed at the thickness of unshed tears in your voice, âcome here, sweetheart.â
Both of his arms reach towards you and his hands splay over your shoulders to pull you into his chest. His warmth engulfs you and you feel the tension in your body subsiding as youâre resting your head over his steady heartbeat.
âWeâre safe now,â he whispers into your hair. âIâll always keep you safe.â
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touch-starved headcanons â MIGUEL O'HARA
SUMMARY: miguel isn't the most touchy person when you and him first meet but as your relationship with him developed over time and things started to get more intimate, you discovered new things about his love language.
THIS POST CONTAINS: like my last one. literally nothing but fluff. sleep-deprived and stressed out miguel.
NOTES: do you guys think miguel needs a hug because i think miguel needs a hug, reblog and like if you think that miguel needs a hug because i think that he needs a hu
â through the most painful methods (to his heart), miguel had found out that you really liked touching people. every time you greeted him, it was a big hug that he would hesitate to return. it's not that he didn't enjoy it, it was just that it wasn't something he was used to. it's not like people in the spider society were walking around giving hugs.
â although, it's not like he was opposed to it. it was you, after all. gradually, he began getting more comfortable. resorting to wrapping an arm around you and dragging his hand up and down your back, it would make the hug last just a little longer and he enjoyed the soft gestures. they meant a lot more to him than you thought.
â it took a little time to get him to fully hug you back. the reason for that was how he looked when doing so. he doesn't like being so public about it, he can hear the murmurs and light giggles from the passersby around him when you hug him. besides, the face that he makes is one that he finds quite embarrassing. he looked so content, compared to the stone-faced and distant demeanor he always walked around with at work.
"Miguel!"
He felt his body stiffen as you called out his name, head turning frenetically as to locate where exactly you were calling him from. Not until he feels a finger tap him on the shoulder, he turned around and looked down to see you with a grin tugging at your lips.
He isn't even able to get a single word out as you embrace him, head buried into his chest and arms wrapped tightly around his torso. You're about to pull away before you feel two strong arms envelop you as well.
Your heart fluttered a little. Ever since the start of your friendship with him, you'd gotten used to him not reciprocating the hugs. You couldn't blame him honestly, some people aren't into it but it also perplexed you because it's not like he hated it? Otherwise, you wouldn't have continued.
After a few long moments, he finally pulls back and whatever just happened left a look of awe on your face that he reacted so adorably to. His eyebrows furrowed, lips pursing into a straight line, the crimson eyes that you would lose yourself in averting from yours as a shade of deep red settles on his cheeks.
"So, what are you here for? How'd you even get in?" You wanted to laugh at the strain in his voice, but just this once, you decided to spare him the embarrassment.
Quickly digging into your bag, you bring out a small container. "Admittedly, some of your coworkers were a little... surprised when they saw me head up but I told them that I was your friend and they were slightly less mortified!"
You handed the tupperware over to him as he carefully took it in his hands. "I just wanted to bring you a snack. Haven't seen you in a while so I assumed that things were getting busier around here."
Miguel pried open the container as the scent of freshly baked banana bread wafted through the walls of his office. For a moment, you were concerned that he didn't like it. He stared blankly at the food for a moment before closing it once more to conceal the scent.
"Thank you, that's- that's very thoughtful of you..."
Your head cocked to the side ever so slightly to get a better look at his face, watching lovingly as the blush that painted his cheeks continued to deepen.
Oh, how embarrassed he would be if he knew you could hear his heartbeat during that hug a while ago.
â you weren't all that surprised when the affection picked up ten-fold when you two started dating. whatever sense of yearning and longing for a loving relationship that miguel had was definitely all pouring out now but it's not like you were complaining. if anything, he seemed to be more physically affectionate than you at times. he'd work towards trying to be gentle towards you at the start of your relationship, he was scared that he'd hurt you but once you reassured him that he didn't need to walk on eggshells, he didn't hold back.
â greetings went from hugs to straight up kisses, when you got back home from work and he happened to stop by your shared apartment just to fetch something, he would always pull you into a kiss which would always leave you breatheless by the end of it. whenever you two were watching a movie, he'd constantly have his hands all over you. he liked playing with your body, his fingers would rake through your hair and gentle massage your scalp, his hands would wander down to your stomach to trace shapes into it, then to your thighs to knead into the soft flesh like a cat making biscuits.
â let's not leave out how much he bites as well. he has a tendency for marking you up, sometimes you'd be cooking something on the stove and he'd sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. when you finished preparing your meal and perhaps wanted to get a change of clothes, you'd see a small bite mark in the crevices in your neck. you were more than okay with it, of course, you just had one rule to not make it uncoverable. a rule that he had forgotten to obey at times because "you just taste so good".
"Fuck..."
You groaned as the blaring sounds of your alarm rung painfully in your ears, you reached over to the bedside table and looked at your phone screen (basically getting flashbanged as you forgot you didn't turn down the brightness last night). It was still early in the morning but you still had tasks to care of and a job to do.
You turn off the alarm and sit up from the bed, wincing as you take a big stretch. You're ready to actually stand up and start the day until an arm wraps around your midsection, forcing you back down onto the bed with a yelp.
Your back hits Miguel's chest as he cages you, his face buries itself into the crook of your neck. "Stay, s'early..." You can hear him mumble, hot breath tickling your skin and it sends a tingle up your spine. You giggle, your hand moving down to the ones that he has firmly digging into your belly.
"No matter what I say, you're going to keep me here anyway."
"Mhm. Just surrender."
You mumble out a small "okay" as you properly settle back into his warmth, a small hum escapes his throat as you can feel his nose digging into his neck and lips pressing the back of your shoulder.
Time seems to pass by slowly, surprisingly enough you're used to this. You barely get to see Miguel some days due to the nature of his job however the moment that you're together again, it all feels so heavenly.
Your train of thought is interrupted when you feel a shift of movement, Miguel maneuvers your body so that you're now facing him.
Only now do you get to see how cute he looks. His regularly slicked backed hair all messy, stray hair strands falling onto his forehead. Lips curled into a small pout and eyes lidded as it seems like he's staring into your soul or something.
"CorazĂłn," He breathes out, your fingers move to cup his cheek. Your thumb swipes at the deep bags that formed under his eyes. "Can I kiss you?"
You let your actions speak for you as you leaned in closer, pressing your lips against his. One of the hands that he wrapped around your waist moves to your hair like always, fingers combing out the locks as the kiss continues to deepen.
Once you two finally part, a small grin makes itself present on your face and on his as well.
You realized now that whatever jobs you had, whatever lives you two lived didn't matter as long as both of you were happy. A thought intensified as he pulled you in for another kiss.
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Does relativity falls Ford still wipe Stans memory's? And if so what is the aftermath?
Yes!! Ford still does erase Stanâs memory, I even did a drawing of it right here cause thinking about it hurts me soooo bad hehe
As for the aftermath, I have sooooo many thoughts
Stan still gets his memory back like in the show, however due to being 13 I like to think he didnât come out completely unscathed. After all your mind is still growing at that age so i bet you ainât gonna get out of a mind wipe without any side effects.
His mind quickly remembers everything he WANTS to remember or anything he considered important, however things Stan would rather forget or didnât think were very important took longer to come back to him, if at all.
Hereâs a quick doodle I did of Stan post series not remembering who his dad was for like 3 days because I thought of that randomly and it made me feel ill :)
Stanley also begins to struggle in school, but like, 3 times worst before. Again, the memory wipe wasnât very kind to him education wise, that stuff didnât come back to him very easily. Stanford, who is easily the world most guilt ridden child, is dead set on making sure Stan can pass every grade with him, even if Stan has to cheat off his papers. Stan insists that Ford doesnât have to go out of his way to help him but Ford wonât take no for an answer.
After Weirdmageddon the twins are attached at the hip and get really codependent on eachother and that doesnât ease up as the years go on. Stanley feels more dumb the years go on but he feels happy that least he has his brother with him and Ford doesnât treat him like an idiot. Stanford is constantly fretting over Stan, making sure heâs around if Stan has any memory lapses, or about to tackle someone like a rabid dog if they try fight Stan. Itâs not the most healthy codependent relationship, but the two feel safe with each other and after all theyâve been through they can be a bit unhealthily codependent, as a treat <3
Filbrick still kicks Stanley out of the house when heâs 17, this time because he was furious at the fact Stanley wasnât going to be able to graduate due to low grades and too many write ups. The main difference between the show here is that Stanford doesnât even hesitate to walk out the door with Stanley, even when his dad tells him to go back inside. Ford almost lost his brother forever when he was a kid due to letting his fatherâs words bleed into his head, he refuses to ever let that happen again.
Stanley tearily calls Dipper and Mabel and tries to explain what happened before Stanford takes the phone and talks for Stan, explaining what happened and asking if the two could stay with them. Dipper and Mabel donât even need to think about it, instantly fussing over the two as their voices overlap each others asking if the two are okay, if they need money, do they need to come get them, etc etc. Stanley insists that theyâre fine and heâll just take the 2-3 day drive to Oregon just like he did last summer when he got his permit.
The next morning their mother sneaks them into their old home and lets them take whatever they want and a wad of money she had hidden away, telling the two that sheâs sorry but she was backed into a corner and didnât know what else to do. Gave the boys a kiss on the cheek and ushered them out before their father caught on that they were there.
The drive is pretty quiet, the only disturbances being Ford asking Stan if he needs a break from driving to which Stan immediately turns down, and Stan guiltily saying that Ford didnât have to leave with him to which Ford immediately shuts down that train of thought and says that where ever Stan goes, heâll go.
When the two arrive at Gravity Falls Dipper and Mabel instantly squeeze the two to death, being nonstop worried ever since they got the call. Mabel helped the boys unpack while Dipper made a couple low threats into the phone and soon enough he had custody over the twins. (His blood boils when he thinks about how Filbrick didnât even hesitate to give custody of Stanley, but fought about Stanford. Makes him happy that he never met the man in person.)
Stanley and Stanford finish off High School in Gravity Falls. Ford begins college courses online and Stan begins working at the Mystery Shack with Mabel and Anjelita, finding out he quite enjoyed theatrics and art, much to Mabelâs enjoyment.
I still want Stan and Ford to sail. Even if itâs just for a summer I want them to sail so bad. They deserve it.
I may put these boys through hell but I want them to be happy by the end of this that if they arenât I think I would cry đĽ
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âËࡠâšâ your eyes only P.SH âËࡠâšâ
âšâ â IN WHICH - what would happen if on a ânormalâ saturday night you layed in bed after posting on instagram, thinking nothing crazy would happen besides a few likes and swipe ups until you received a d!ck pic from no one other than your roommate park sunghoon.
âšâ â đˇď¸- @heeseungsbm @hoonsprettyprincess @azunaar (pls lmk if you would like to be added :)
âšâ â PAIRING - roommate! sunghoon x fem! reader
âšâ â CONTAINS - nudity, mutual masturbation (sorta), sunghoon calls reader princess and baby, profanity, y/n loves ariana lmao, sunghoons a wee bit pervy.
âšâ â word count - 1k
âšâ â a/n - hey cuties >o< first of all i love love LOVE enhas new albums, especially my eyes only such a good song omg. secondly please let me know if you guys would want a part two of this fic!! i got lazy so i gave up last minute đ. this also isnât proofread sorry :( love you all đđ
sunghoons dialogue is in pink <3
âšâ â bad vibes, get off me
outta here with that fuckery âšâ â
monopoly by ariana grande and victoria monet blasted through your bedroom speaker as you layed in your pinked out bed kicking your feet in the air as you snapped photos of yourself. you were planning to post yourself after taking a hiatus from instagram, for mental health reasons of course. you finally had the big three, your hair was done, your lashes were style cat eyed like, and most importantly your nails were long, pink, with little cute bows on them.
you smirked as you looked at the photos you took, you loved looking and feeling pretty. especially since a special someone will be seeing the post, the person being no one other than your roommate park sunghoon. sunghoon was a normal college boy who happened to be your roommate this semester. youâve always found him attractive seeing him on campus making you a tinny tiny crush on him. from time to time he would like your story or even slide up with a little compliment like, ânew nails? đđťâ or even âyou look nice.â never something that would make you think he would wanna fuck you, oh how you wished. sadly he was currently visiting his family and he will be returning when your asleep he stated to you before he left.
a sigh left your mouth as you picked the photo you were about to post, adding the âlagosâ fliter and putting the intro of nasty by ariana grande to the picture. you were really hesitant to even post, wondering if someone might send it to a groupchat, anything that regards to someone talking bad about you. fuck it you thought as you hit the your story button before immediately leaving the instagram app.
you hummed the lyrics to the song playing on your playlist as you made your way to your bathroom to remove all your makeup, you had only did it for the pictures feeling pretty in your preshower makeup. putting your hair in a back ponytail to began your skincare routine. as you cleansed your face with your eyes closed you began to think about sunghoon, his clear skin, bushy eyebrows, plump lips, you were infatuated with him.
your pure thoughts soon turned to filth thinking about how it would be to have him inside you. was it grithy? did it curve? would he make you come with just his tongue? the images flashed through your mind at such a quick pace. a loud bing interrupted your mind porn making you jump to check the notification. most of the notis were from friends and family, saying how pretty you looked which you did. feeling your heart dropped at one message from no one other than park sunghoon.
you couldnât believe what just happened, seeing his name in your dms as he doubled texted you. waiting atleast three minutes before opening the message. hitting his profile to reply to the message, you breathed in and out feeling your stomach get queasy to see what he had said, it could be good or bad or even a question.
park_sunghoon has replied to your story!
this song is ass đđź
you let out a slight chuckle at the manâs message, what a loser you thought before reading the second message.
you look sexy though, whoâs the lucky man?
your breath hitched reading the second message, is this real? you couldnât believe this was happening. you started to second guess things, thinking heâs just joking playing a prank on you.
firstly, donât ever disrespect ari like that again.
secondly, no man but thank you hottieđ.
suddenly you felt your ego rise making you feel more confident. you placed your phone back down to finsh up your skincare routine, after removing your pink tank top along with your shorts leaving you in a bra and pink panties. you placed your hello kitty robe on before going into your bedroom plopping in bed to open up instagram. you bit onto your acrylics eager to see what he replied.
oh nicknames already i see? well how are you princess?
damn, who wouldnât want your pretty ass i know i would.
you giggled outloud at his message getting flustered over the text. the power he has over you already is quite insane. whether or not if he was pranking you, you still wanted to play along. being a tease.
oh really? if you want me you could easily get me park. youâre just scared lmao
scared? nah never been my thing baby. besides youâre the one who seems scared.
mhm you sure do seem scared, especially knowing how much i want you.
you threw your phone after sending the risky text as reality hit you, youâre not only talking to your crush youâre talking to the man you live with, your roommate! youâll have to see him everyday until the semester is over. he doesnât seem like heâs uninterested but itâs still nerve wracking. you leaned down to pick up your phone to see if he texted back.
i want you so much more then you want me princess, you just never gave me a chance to show you.
your thighs began to rub against eachother causing friction as you felt yourself grow wet at his messages. you bit your lower lip getting into the moment, you couldnât handle the teasing anymore.
really? then prove it baby, show me how much you want me đ
adding the innocent heart to soften your approach, just wanting to tease the man before bed. you sat and wait for a text back growing nervous, what if he didnât like what you had said, or even made him uncomfortable. just as you were about to close instagram out for the night you received a double texted from him once again. your jaw dropped revealing the message you couldnât believe what you had just witnessed.
*attachment*
fuck baby see what you did to me? all of this just because of your pretty face.
your jaw practically on the floor as you watched the ten second clip. it was no one other than your roommate laying in his childhood bedroom you guessed, shirtless revealing his beautiful honey toned skin as his big veiny hand stroked his pretty cock. it was a angry pink and bigger then you expected, not to mention when you turned up the volume all you heard was hoon groaning and mumbling âfuck fuckâ before the clip ended.
you were soaked, matter a fact soaked was a understatement you were drenched. everything felt like a dream. you quickly replied to his message as your hand dipped into your panties beginning to toy with your clit, you let out whimpers and moans as you replayed the video.
woah
is there something wrong? fuck iâm sorry i shouldnât have sent this my apologies.
you found it so cute that he apologized within seconds, leaving him on seen for a second as you opened your camera app and began to film yourself. it was such a pornographic moment you didnât even feel like yourself. stretching yourself out with your fingers as you moaned his name practically begging him to fuck you, ending the video soon before you made a mess onto your bed. youâve never sent nudes before but i guess itâs a first for everything.
sorry for the wait baby, donât apologize i loved itđ¤
i loved it so much that i made one just for you handsome <3
*attachment*
he almost immediately opened the message, you stared watching the text bubbles move up and down watching for a response. you got up to go clean yourself and to go put your bedsheets in the washer.
holy shit.
sheâs so pretty baby, how would you hide her from me?
shit and you moaned my name? iâm about to come home and fuck you until you see stars.
you giggled at the manâs words noticing how eager he is for you making you flustered.
lmk when youâre here baby, iâll be waiting đ
he immediately hearted your messages making you jump up and dart to the bathroom, making you take a everything shower, shave, and moisturize. reality set in once more making you nervous. you couldnât believe what you did and what youâre about to do. before you never even had a conversation with the man besides your chemistry class. before you could even back out h you heard keys jiggle at the door.
uh oh.
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your skin is against my body. | jyh
pairing ŕ¨ŕ§ yunho x afab reader
word count ŕ¨ŕ§ 650
genre ŕ¨ŕ§ smut asf!!!!!!
warnings ŕ¨ŕ§ sexual content, swearing <3 smut warnings below the cut
author's note ŕ¨ŕ§ i have had a bad week (it is wednesday morning). So yes i need yunho to comfort me. anyways i finished this last night but was too tired to post it LMFAO
18+ mdni!!
smut warnings ŕ¨ŕ§ fingering, dirty talk, a bit of banter i think, choking but its pretty light, mentions of like actual sex but we don't get there sawrry, teasing yunho, a little bit of begging, you guys know that live where yunho said he liked when ppl whined his name. Yeah
Youâve had a bad day.
You made it obvious to all of your coworkers, yelled at just about every other car on the way home, considered killing your roommate because they took your apartmentâs reserved parking spot when it was your turn to have it, and were curt with the boba cafe worker youâre usually more than friendly with.
Youâre not proud of yourself. But you are tired. And sick of dealing with it all. So when you get to Yunhoâs and he almost immediately offers to cheer you up, you agree with zero hesitation.
Itâs probably (definitely) how you ended up with his hand between your legs.
Maybe you should have seen it coming. You donât really care, either way. Yunhoâs fingers feel like heaven inside of you, pumping and curling and twisting in all the most delicious ways. You sigh when he curls them up, head lolling back and to the side, landing on his shoulder from where he lies down next to you.
âWhen you said youâd make me, hmm, feel better,â you start, letting him nudge your head to the other side with his nose. He presses open mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder. âWasnât expecting â fuck â this.â
Yunho hums, lips tracing the shell of your ear. âOh?â He says, speeding up the pace of his fingers. You moan and practically feel him grin. âI can stop, if thatâs what you want.â
He starts to slow down to an almost stop and you grab at his wrist, trying to guide his hand back to the pace it was before. âDonât you dare,â you say, glaring at him. He laughs, kisses your temple soothingly.
âWouldnât dream of it,â he responds, picking up his pace again. His other hand wraps loosely around your neck, just enough pressure to make you keen. âGotta make my baby feel good, hm?â
You nod eagerly and Yunho laughs, fond, obeying to your silent pleas and gliding his thumb over your clit. You gasp, melt into his arms, spread your legs wider so he has all the room in the world to do whatever he wants to you.Â
âLook so pretty when youâre spread open for me like this,â Yunho murmurs, adding more pressure to the way he circles your clit. âHad such a bad day, just need it fucked out of you, right? Just need to be taken care of?âÂ
You don't know what sounds come out of your mouth, but youâre almost certain theyâre not words. Yunho curls his fingers up inside of you, hitting a spot only he can reach, and you feel your whole body react. Pliant in his hold, moldable however he sees fit. The hand around your neck squeezes a warning. âUse your words, pretty.â
Oh, right. You canât even think. âY-Yeah,â you say, voice strained, breathless. âNeed you to fuck me.â
You hear him hum and look up at him, hoping your already fucked out eyes will add a little something extra to your plea. âYunho,â you whine, canting your hips up to meet his fingers. âPlease.â
You see his breath physically hitch, watch as something swirls in his eyes as he looks at you. His cheeks and nose are red and you want to run your fingers through his hair, want to peel every article of clothing off just so you can see all of him.
Maybe youâll get to soon. Yunho presses forward and kisses you hard, tongue delving into your mouth and tasting your own. You moan onto his lips and he practically mirrors it, letting his own noises out. His fingers move faster, thumb circling tighter, and you squeal.
âIâll fuck you so good youâll only remember my name,â he murmurs lowly. He curls against that spot again and you feel like youâre falling apart. âBut youâre gonna cum on my fingers first.â
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hi i really love ur storiesâşď¸âşď¸ i wanted to request gp natasha x femreader x wanda. basically nat and reader are dating but for a dare at the avengers party reader and wanda have to make out and things get heated but natasha likes to warchy and then they have a 3 some
Something different. | Wandanat
Natasha x Reader x Wanda
Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Threesome, G!P Natasha, Fingering, Oral, Blowjob, Face sitting, Rough Sex, begging
Word Count: 3,3k
A/N: OKAY, I NEVER WROTE A THREESOME BEFORE SO I HOPE THIS IS GOOD?đđŤ Other Request posts are coming!
The team had decided to take a break from their usual world-saving activities to enjoy a rare free evening. They sat in a relaxed circle, laughter and conversations filling the air, glasses with various drinks in hand.
You sat close to Natasha, your hand resting in hers, feeling the warmth and comfort of her presence. âSo, whoâs next?â Tonyâs voice interrupted your thoughts, his characteristic grin spreading across his face. âTruth or dare, Clint?â
âTruth,â Clint answered without hesitation.
âChicken.â Tony teased. âAlright then, whatâs the most embarrassing thing youâve ever done on a mission?â Clint groaned and rolled his eyes but eventually gave in to the laughter and urging of his friends. Stories flowed easily, everyone relaxed and enjoying the rare opportunity to let their guard down.
Then, the bottle pointed at you, and Tony leaned forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âTruth or dare, Y/n?â
Your heart raced, and you felt Natashaâs reassuring squeeze on your hand. âDare,â you said, trying to summon some of Natashaâs courage. Tonyâs grin widened. âI dare you⌠to make out with Wanda.â
The room went silent, all eyes turning to you and Wanda. Your face turned deep red, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts. You looked at Natasha, worried about her reaction. But to your surprise, Natashaâs eyes sparkled with excitement, and she gave you a small nod of encouragement.
âItâs okay,â Natasha whispered, leaning close to you. âI find the idea⌠thrilling.â You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Wanda, sitting across the circle, gave you a reassuring smile. Slowly, you stood up and walked towards Wanda, feeling every eye in the room on you.
Wanda stood as well and stepped closer to you. There was a moment of hesitation before Wanda gently cupped your face in her hands and leaned in. Her lips met yours softly at first, then with growing intensity. The room seemed to disappear, and all you could focus on was the feeling of Wandaâs lips on yours.
As you and Wanda kissed, Natasha felt a wave of excitement wash over her, her breath catching in her throat. She shifted in her seat, feeling the growing heat and desire at the sight of her Girlfriend kissing someone else.
When you and Wanda finally pulled apart, the room erupted in cheers and whistles. Breathless and blushing, you turned to see Natasha watching you with a look of unmistakable arousal.
âShould we take this somewhere more private?â Natasha suggested, her voice husky with desire.
You felt a shiver of excitement run down your spine as Natasha stood up and took your hand, leading you and Wanda to her room. The rest of the team watched you leave, exchanging knowing looks and grins.
As you entered Natashaâs room, the atmosphere changed. The playful, teasing energy of the game transformed into something more intense and intimate. Natasha closed the door behind her, and you felt a thrill of anticipation.
âIâve.. never had a threesome before,â you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. Natasha and Wanda exchanged a glance, then Wanda said something to Natasha in Russian, her voice deep and seductive. âĐна ŃĐ°ĐşĐ°Ń ŃĐťĐ°Đ´ĐşĐ°Ń Đ¸ новиннаŃ. ĐĐ°Đş ĐźŃ ĐąŃдоП ĐľŃ ŃŃĐ°Ń
Đ°ŃŃ?â (âSheâs so sweet and innocent. How should we fuck her?â)
Natashaâs eyes darkened with desire, a slow smile spreading across her face. âĐодНоннО ŃнаŃаНа. ĐĐžŃОП ПОМоП ĐąŃŃŃ ĐśŃŃŃкиПи. ĐĐš ŃŃĐž пОнŃавиŃŃŃ.â (âSlowly at first. Then we can be rough. Sheâll like it.â)
Natasha stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. âDonât worry, detka. Weâll take good care of you,â she assured you, her voice soft and soothing.
Wanda approached from the other side, her fingers lightly grazing your arm. âJust relax and let us lead you,â she whispered.
Natasha claimed your mouth in a fierce kiss, leaving Wanda to explore the curve of your neck with gentle touches.
Wandaâs fingertips danced along the delicate hollow of your collarbone, the flesh exposed beneath the lace of your negligee. You whimpered, your body arching against the two dominant women, desperate for more.
Natasha broke the kiss, letting a finger trail down the sides of your breasts before sliding her hand lower, diving beneath the satin material to cup you through the lace panties.
You gasped at the sensation and bit your lower lip as you met Natashaâs gaze. âI want you,â you said, the need in your voice unmistakable.
Natasha smiled, her finger brushing over your throbbing clitoris. âPatience,â she whispered seductively. Wanda took the moment, wrapping her arms around Natashaâs waist and pressing against the curve of her hips.
âI think sheâs ready for you,â Wanda said, nodding in your direction. Her deep, commanding voice filled the air with a layer of seduction and sensuality.
Natashaâs emerald eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she let her hands glide over your body. Your breath hitched and trembled as each of her fingers danced over your sensitive flesh. Without a word, Natasha claimed you, engulfing you in an embrace that set the stage for a night of passion beyond imagination.
Meanwhile, Wanda watched with predatory intent as Natasha and your bodies entwined. As Natasha and your breaths came in gasping bursts on the bed, Wanda approached with a sly smile on her lips.
Slowly, she crawled onto the mattress, her movements deliberate and sensual. She stretched out like a predator, ready to claim its prey. When she reached her target between Natasha and you, she firmly grabbed Natashaâs hand and guided it away from your hot, slick center.
âOh no, you donât,â Wanda growled in a deep, sensual voice. âItâs time to taste my sweet nectar.â
With a devilish grin, she slid two fingers into her slit, collecting the slippery mixture of her arousal and the evidence of her desire. She lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked her fingers clean.
Her eyes closed in mid-lick, as if savoring every drop, the room vibrating with her deep moan. You and Natasha could only watch, hot-blooded and hungry for what was to come.
Wanda wasnât done teasing. She gently traced her fingertips along Natashaâs chin and leaned forward, demanding submission with a tilt of her head. Eagerly, Natasha responded, pressing her lips to Wandaâs insistent, fleshy kiss. Their tongues danced passionately together, fueling the fire that burned between them.
With a growl of desire, Wanda broke the kiss, letting her hand glide down Natashaâs torso. Natashaâs hips bucked against Wandaâs touch, seeking more of the attention.
You watched, aroused and enticed by the sight of your lover and your friend moving together in pleasure. As your arousal grew, Wanda withdrew her hand from Natasha, her hungry gaze never leaving the writhing figure between them. You.
âYou,â Wanda growled, her eyes never wavering from you. âItâs time for you, donât you think?â You nodded, your eyes wide and glazed with anticipation.
Wanda moved between your legs, her thigh brushing against your delicate thigh. Fingers traced a path over your lace-covered slit, your petite body tensing at the sensation. Wanda met your gaze and grinned, her eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger.
âYou look stunning, Tashaâs precious little sub,â Wanda purred, a hint of playfulness in her words. Natasha chuckled and shook her head, smiling. âAlways the teaser, arenât you?â she asked with a raised eyebrow.
You whimpered on the bed, your body writhing as your anticipation reached a peak. âPlease,â you begged. âI want it.â
Wanda slowly pushed the lace panties aside, revealing your smooth, swollen opening. âBegging for it already?â she asked with a smirk. You bit your lower lip and nodded eagerly. âYes, Wanda, please.â
Wanda responded by slowly sinking a single finger into your dripping pussy. A moan escaped your throat as the finger was fully taken in.
âMmm,â Wanda purred, drawing out the sound seductively. âThatâs the spot, isnât it?â You nodded eagerly and writhed against the finger buried deep within you.
Natasha leaned back, her cock pressing against the damp fabric of her underwear. Wandaâs breathing grew heavier at the sight of Natashaâs arousal, her free hand reaching out to stroke the evident heat through the barrier separating them.
âTake it, Wanda.â
With feline grace, Wanda released your belly, âImpatient, are we?â Wanda purred, that mischievous smile curling her lips as she pushed the material aside and revealed Natashaâs aching cock. You gasped for breath, left with frustration.
Natashaâs dick twitched at the exposure, hungry for Wandaâs touch. You, watching the interaction between your two lovers, trembled with anticipation. Wanda leaned forward, her voice a whisper in Natashaâs ear as she asked:
âDo you want me to taste you, Natasha?â Natashaâs response was a breathless sigh as Wandaâs hand closed around her hard shaft, stroking it with practiced ease. You watched silently in approval from the side, your legs still spread wide, your own desire pooling and begging for attention.
Natasha leaned further into Wandaâs touch, closing her eyes as she focused on the sensation of Wandaâs hand around her cock. âFuck, yes,â she groaned, biting her lip as Wanda positioned herself between Natashaâs legs.
Wanda took Natashaâs throbbing cock in hand and lowered her head. The slick, wet cock disappeared into the warmth of Wandaâs mouth. A low, desperate moan filled the room as the dynamic shifted and Natashaâs body arched off the bed, seeking more.
Wandaâs wet, greedy mouth captured more than just her mind, her tongue swirling around the tip, the heat unbearable and enticing. With a firm grip around Natashaâs cock, Wanda sank down, her lips closing tightly as she took more into her mouth.
âGod, Wanda..â Natasha cursed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as her body moved in time with Wandaâs rhythmic, skilled blowjob. It didnât take long for the pleasure to reach its peak.
Wandaâs grip on Natashaâs cock remained firm and steady as she pulled back, releasing the sensitive skin from her mouth with a soft pop. âCome for me,â she commanded, her eyes dark and commanding. Natasha surrendered to the desire, her muscles tensing as an intense orgasm gripped her body. Cum spurted from her, splattering Wandaâs lips before running down her cheeks, chin, and neck.
A visible shudder of pleasure ran through Wanda as she savored the taste, while Natasha threw her head back and gasped for breath, her body twitching and heaving.
You were captivated by the obscene sight, moisture flowing from your slick pussy and running down your thighs as you watched Natashaâs orgasm unfold. You were desperate to be touched, to be the focus of such unfiltered need. Wasting no time, Natasha leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you. Your bodies melded together, the shared warmth between them a comfort.
âI need you so badly,â you murmured against Natashaâs shoulder, trembling as you pressed your lips to the curve of her neck.
Natasha ran her fingers through your hair, guiding your neck with a gentle finger before whispering: âYou have me, darling. You always have.â
As Natashaâs tongue explored your neck, her hand wandered to your breast, cupping and kneading it firmly. Meanwhile, Wanda resumed her position between your legs. Her tongue darted out, tracing a tantalizing path along your thigh before finally reaching its destination.
You cried out in pleasure as Wandaâs tongue pressed against your clitoris, circling it with practiced ease. With each stroke of her tongue, Wanda brought you closer to the edge.
Natasha continued to toy with your nipple, rolling it between her fingers and teasing the sensitive skin. The combined sensations from Natasha and Wanda were overwhelming. Your whole body trembled, coiled tight like a spring.
Your whole body tensed, you moaned as Wandaâs tongue skillfully explored your slick flesh. âOh, W-Wanda. Yes..â you moaned, clutching at the sheets on either side of you. Your chest rose and fell with each gasping breath that escaped your trembling lips.
Wandaâs skilled hands worked you to the brink of madness, her strong fingers tracing lazy circles on your thighs before gliding into your dripping entrance. She curled her fingers, pressing against your G-spot as her tongue licked at a leisurely pace over the aching nub. Natasha was now keen to tease your nipples.
âGo-d, oh! Wanda! Natasha!â you cried out, your whole body shaking as sensations crashed over you. You floated higher than ever before, ready to ascend beyond the earthly plane.
Natashaâs mouth traveled down your neck and landed on your breast. She bit your nipple gently, teasing the sensitive skin between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue. This sensual attention, combined with Wandaâs skilled fingers and tongue, sent waves of pleasure through your body.
âYouâre so close, arenât you?â Wanda lured with her deep, sensual voice. âLet go. Give me all of you.â
You moaned and pushed your hips against Wandaâs hand, trying to deepen the contact. The woman pushed her fingers deeper into your quivering form, the sounds of wet flesh accompanied by erotic moans. With each lick and thrust, Wanda knew she had you right where she wanted you.
Natasha, her dominant nature ignited, watched the two of you with a mix of awe and desire. She knew Wanda was in her element, but it was you who captivated her attention, your petite body writhing under the touch of the dominant woman.
Natasha, still toying with your nipple, couldnât help but stroke herself in response to your growing desire, driven by the sight of Wandaâs mastery over you. The erotic tension gripped her as she matched Wandaâs rhythm with her own pace.
The sight of your pleasure-stricken face, wet with sweat and pure desire, was almost too much for Natasha to bear. Her hips bucked, her body begging for more, wanting to unravel the knots of pleasure that bound them all together.
"Wanda, I-I'm going to come..." Those five words drove Natasha even closer to the edge of the abyss. Seeing the gentle heat between your thighs flow uncontrollably while you rode the first unbearably sweet wave of your own orgasm.
Your breath hitched, your body convulsed, and liquid pooled on the sheets beneath you as you shattered with an euphoric cry.
Natasha watched, her body vibrating and tensing with pleasure at the mere sight of your total, toe-curling climax. It was indescribably beautiful, and it ignited the fire within her, bringing her to the brink of her own orgasm.
Your submission to the powerful duo of dominant women coursed through you, filling your insides with fiery lust. You met Natashaâs gaze and whispered sweetly: âPlease, Tasha, do it. I want you inside me.â
Natashaâs blazing green eyes roamed from your pleading expression to Wandaâs, who was still working vigorously between your thighs.
A slow smile curled Wandaâs red-painted lips as she withdrew her glistening fingers from your pussy. The wetness coated her hand as she brought it to her mouth and licked it clean, savoring the intense taste.
Wandaâs eyes remained locked on Natashaâs as she sensuously sucked her fingers clean. Her mouth slurped, and her tongue wrapped around the fingers, ensuring every last drop was savored.
Without hesitation, Natasha moved between your legs, her throbbing cock begging for the release it craved. With the tip of her shaft perfectly aligned with your pussy, she slowly pushed inside, groaning as she savored the wet heat that enveloped her. She didnât stop until she was fully buried within your welcoming depths.
Moans and breathy whimpers filled the room as both Wanda and you took in the scene before you. Natashaâs thick shaft slid in and out of your now delirious body. Her strong hips moved in a steady rhythm against your slick center.
You gripped Natashaâs firm thighs as you rocked back and forth, impaling yourself on your loverâs steely shaft. The feeling of your pulsing core contracting around Natashaâs cock sent erotic shivers through your body.
âHarder, Tasha. Fuck me h-harder..I need to feel you..!â The softness of your voice contrasted with your demanding words, but your message came through loud and clear.
She could feel your body tightening around her, knowing you were on the verge of another orgasm. In response, Natasha thrust harder, driving herself deep into the petite woman. Moans of pure ecstasy filled the room as their bodies writhed against each other.
Wanda, watching intently, felt a surge of desire. Those moans were the most erotic symphony she had ever heard. Her greedy eyes took in the decadent spectacle before her, her skin flushing with renewed desire.
Her eyes traveled down Natashaâs sweaty torso, landing on the point where their bodies met. She could see Natashaâs cock sliding in and out of you, leaving their bodies glistening with a slick layer of sweat and arousal.
âGod,â Wanda murmured, her tongue running over her lips as she watched. She felt her own aching need grow, and her fingers sneaked down.
âWanda, ride her,â Natasha panted, barely able to form the words through her lust-fueled haze. A mischievous grin spread across Wandaâs face, and she nodded. âOh, I will.â
She repositioned herself so that she was kneeling above your head. You lay there, your eyes glazed with desire, completely lost in your pleasure.
âOpen for me,â Wanda growled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Obediently, you opened your mouth, your red lips inviting Wandaâs soft fullness. Wanda moaned softly as their mouths merged, her tongue greedily invading your mouth.
Natasha watched with a satisfied smile. She was surrounded by a sexual utopia, her cock buried deep inside you, and now, Wandaâs soft lips sealed over yours. Your tongues danced and devoured her in a passionate embrace, creating a tantalizing sight for Natasha.
âIt feels so damn good to be inside you..â Natasha murmured. Her movements grew more intense with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper with each moment.
As you tasted the woman, Wandaâs head swam with pure pleasure. Your skilled movements sent sensual shivers over every inch of her body, eliciting a sweet whimper from her.
The sight of Wanda riding your face sent a jolt through Natasha.Her Girlfriend, dominated by Wandaâs desire. As Wandaâs pleasure grew, she leaned forward and placed her hands on Natashaâs shoulders for support. Natasha looked up at Wanda, their eyes locking as Wanda rode your face.
With a mischievous smile, she leaned forward and whispered in Wandaâs ear: âDo you like it, Wanda? Do you like having Y/n's tongue in your pussy?â
Natasha purred, her blazing eyes never leaving Wandaâs as the latter quivered with pleasure âYes! yes..â Wanda gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Natasha slowly withdrew, then thrust forward again, watching as your tense body accepted her eagerly, your muscles twitching with pleasure.
The room seemed to spin around them, and the three bodies merged into one. Natasha watched as Wandaâs face contorted into an expression of primal pleasure.
âDonât hold back,â Natasha urged, knowing full well that the sound of Wandaâs ecstasy was a potent aphrodisiac. Wandaâs moans and gasps of pleasure grew louder and more pronounced, filling the room with a symphony of erotic sounds.
Wanda tightened her grip on Natashaâs shoulders, driving herself harder against you. The intensity in her gaze ignited a fire in Natasha, her thrusts becoming wilder and more desperate.
You, still trapped between them, felt your orgasm building, the exquisite pressure mounting in your core. You whimpered, your fingers clutching at the bedsheets as you were driven closer and closer to the edge.
Natasha felt her climax approaching as well, the throbbing in her cock intensifying with each thrust. She gritted her teeth, her breath hitching as she tried to hold back.
âIâm so close,â she whispered hoarsely. âI want both of you to come with me.â Natashaâs voice, rough, echoed through the room.
âF-Faster Y/n, Yes..â You obeyed with fervor, swirling your tongue and creating intoxicating sensations for both of you. Your back arched as Wanda moaned loudly and Natasha quickened her thrusts.
You let out a lustful cry, reveling in the double assault on your senses. Meanwhile, Natasha could barely hold back. She loved how your body responded to her touch. How your love juice endlessly ran down the crack of your ass. The mere thought of it made her forget all time. But she knew the best was yet to come. And to think that you loved her this way, loving her so much.
âIâm coming,â you whimpered, your words barely audible against Wandaâs mouth. Natasha grinned wider at the prospect. She reveled in bringing you to the brink of utter bliss and driving you beyond it time and time again.
And it didnât take long for all three of you to cry out each otherâs names and fall into an orgasm. Natasha came inside you, painting your walls white, while Wanda marked your face. Natashaâs thrusts slowed, and she withdrew from you. Wanda leaned forward and collapsed to the side.
Your first reflex was to take a deep breath, your limbs feeling empty. Natasha, leaning against the edge of the bed, looked at both of you, âReady for round two?â
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# sfw saiki head canons a/n: first post, requests and anons welcome!
purposely hiding your treasured items in places you will never find them because he knows you will seek him for help.
"kusuo...?" you greet him on the phone in a hushed whisper, embarrassed to be calling him again so soon. you're both aware that all you need to do to get his attention is simply call out to him in your head, but you'd rather do it the old fashioned way (and he liked appearing busy to the people around him so no one would bother him, even though he continues to speak to you via telepathy.)
he just grins to himself, knowing exactly what you needed and why you did. he took your small, soft blanket you've had since you were a child and hid it on mars.
after hearing your explanation he can't help but scrunch up his nose so he doesn't laugh out loud. "of course i'll find your blankie for you," he speaks in his usual monotone voice, one that made you feel uneasy at times like these because you felt like you were bothering him, but heâs really amused that this same old trick had worked yet again.
uses your own thoughts against you, mocking you in a condescending tone whenever he senses the slightest twinge of affection in your heart for him.
saiki's dark pink eyebrows raised as your thoughts filled his head; he looks so handsome today, why am i getting so nervous all of a sudden? we're just friends.
at this point he felt close enough to you to speak out loud when he knew you two were alone, so it didn't surprise him when you let out a surprised gasp when he spoke into your mind.
"you know i can hear you, y/n, right?" he asked, his expression bored as he pretended to watch whatever was playing on the television.
he'll press his chest against your back whenever he wants your attention, especially in public. (will swear to protect you if one of his crazed admirers spot the two of you, overcome with anger and envy.)
depending on how desperate he is, kusuo will either huff dramatically, like a dog wanting to be pet, or even start playfully biting your shoulder.
will go to you on the rare days his powers go past his limit, his telepathy going haywire and forcing him to listen to the thoughts of thousands of people within the entire city. he finds comfort in your warm clothes and gentle heart beat as he desperately clings onto you â you well aware of how much he detests physical contact, so you just let him do whatever made him feel more at ease.
saiki let out a small whimper, his face turning into one of turmoil as his head roars of a crashing sea of thoughts of others. at first he simply leaned his head onto your shoulder, signalling that something was wrong and that he craved your comforting embrace, but when you wrongfully ignored the small act, he couldn't help himself from cuddling into you completely.
he let out a quiet breath as you reassured him that he was okay and that it would soon pass, your voice like an anchor, grounding him in the present moment.
the psychic nuzzled his head of pink hair into your chest, basking in your scent as the smallest things about you made the voices in his head quieter.
he will never hesitate to teleport to you when he can feel your discomfort or sadness, purposely acting out or being silly in an attempt at cheering you up. of course, when you ask why he's being so weird he'll just say he was hyper from all the coffee jelly he's had that morning.
knows your mind inside and out, taking note of your favorite things and surprising you with them later on.
if you beg him enough heâll shape shift into your favorite animal, and might even let you pet him (which he ends up falling in love with; your gentle hands rubbing into his soft fur, or petting his head while you praise him endlessly.)
secretly being his safe space, his quiet demeanor creating a comfortable atmosphere where the two of you can just sit in silence together and enjoy each otherâs presence.
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