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prettynice8 · 1 year ago

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Kinkmas Day 6: Size kink

Pairing: Akaza x male reader

This guy

Warnings: size kink DUH, swearing, sex, reader rides Akaza, pretty fluffy

Word count: 1,237

You were just relaxing in the comfort of your own home when you heard something open, then a cold breeze washed over you, causing a chill to run down your spine. Your body shot right up and OH MY GOD.

No I'm just fucking with you, it was just your big demon friend Akaza.

"Sorry, did I startle you?" He asked, noticing your body shooting up off of your couch. You breath rapidly, clutching your chest from the spook he gave you.

"Oh no, I'm fine." You said, clearly lying. His large body walks closer to you, and you feel a tingle down your neck every time he steps closer. You never get used to his large body, strong muscular arms and abs that he always shows off. His fluffy pink hair that you just yearn to run your hands through, his tattoos that you would love to chase the outlines of with your finger while he's sleeping off a night of heated passion and yes you were absolutely in love with him.

Obviously, he didn't know, though you weren't very secretive about it. Always staring at him a little too long and your touches a little too lasting. You were practically obsessed, and you never really knew if he felt the same way. I mean sure you catch him staring at you all the time, he also always stops over for seemingly no reason, and he cuddles you an awful lot, but that's just what friends do, right? And besides he had wife, but bi and pan people do exist. Huh.

Anygay, back to the his striking yellow eyes staring right into yours.

"You okay?" he questioned, breaking you out of your haze and returning all of your attention back on him.

"I'm swell." You replied, still caught in his large frame, like seriously this mother fucker DWARFS you. His biceps are practically the size of your head, oh and those abs. "So why are you here?" you asked, though you already kind of know, he's probably just here because he felt like it.

"Just felt like it." He answered. Yep, called it. For such an evil demon or whatever he sure is predictable. You plop a seat on the couch and pat the spot next to you.

"Take a seat." you said, finally reacting normally like he was your just a friend, which he was, right? You honestly don't fucking know at this point. He obliges, sitting on the spot you patted.

"So, how's life?" he asked, trying to spark conversation.

"Pretty ok, you?" You questioned back.

"Better now that you're here." He replied, the chuckled after, you roll your eyes. "But really, I am grateful to talk to you."

"You could do that anytime." You stated, surprised by his response. He comes a little closer to you now, to the point where your sides are touching.

"And that's why I'm grateful." He said. This is definitely weird, right?

It's quiet for a while after that, you don't really know how to respond to his sudden declaration of gratitude. It remains that way, silently sitting next to each other, you feel his large arm brush against your own. It remains that way for a while until he SUDDENLY KISSES YOU!

You are completely stunned until finally realizing what's going on, then you kiss him right back. He breaks away,

"I'm sorry if that was uncalled for, I just really needed to." He apologizes, you make it clear to him that it was very warranted by kissing him. He automatically kisses you back, his tongue already in your mouth. His tongue starts to explore your mouth, dancing with yours.

His breaks once again to put you on top of him. You barely fill up his massive lap, once he plops you into his lap, he goes right back to kissing you. Your hands do what they have wished to do for months now, you run your hands through his soft pink hair while his hands go for your plump ass. This causes you to let out a little moan, allowing his tongue to go deeper down your mouth, practically being in the back of your throat now, but kissing isn't enough for him right now.

He takes off his vest, obviously not much changing sense already was shirtless, but he also takes your shirt off. He then goes to removing your pants, but before he can take his own off you stop him. His face is one of confusion until you kneel down right in front of him, taking them off for him. His giant cock springs free, and when I tell you it's giant, I mean GIANT.

You begin to lick the tip, causing small noises to come out of Akaza's mouth, but you have the rest of your life to suck his dick, so you get right back up on your designated place on his lap. He sticks his fingers in your ass, spreading just enough to where his member will probably still rip you in half, but at least this time it won't be instant.

He sticks it in, taking a long-time since he is SO FUCKING BIG. His massive cock splitting you open. After what feels like hours only the tip is in. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes due to the discomfort.

"Shush baby, it's ok." He assured, though it's awfully hard to believe that. Right when you think that it will never go in, he kisses you deeply and passionately, calming your down enough to where he's able to be balls deep.

You let out a sigh of relief and a yelp of pain from his huge dick moving so much so quickly after not moving at all. Your hands rest on his muscled chest for traction, trying not to feint.

"Just tell me when you are ready." He said, not moving until getting the go from you that it's ok.

"Now." You said, and with that he puts hands on your ass and begins to lift you up and down slowly, not wanting to hurt you. You let out whines of discomfort.

"I'm sorry baby, it will start to feel good soon I promise." Akaza reassured, feeling bad for you. He calms you down with light kisses on your face, making sure to kiss the tears welling up in your eyes away as well.

When you get more comfortable with his size, he increases his pace. Lifting you on his girth quicker, the whines of displeasure now finally turning into moans of bliss.

"Told you dear." He said, glad that you're enjoying as much as he is. He keeps a steady and quick pace, then pumping his own hips into you, causing your moans to get louder.

Your tongue lulls out of your mouth, the pleasure now near over encompassing as you feel your release coming on so quickly, his dick really is something special.

"I'm close." You said, warning him on your coming release,

"Really, so quickly?" He replied in a surprised manner. You answer by sticking your tongue out at him, causing you both to breathlessly laugh.

His thrusts and lifting both get quicker and sloppier as he chases for both of your climaxes. You're the first, cumming all over his chest, he's next, cumming right in your ass.

"I LOVE YOU" You both say at the same time, finally cementing your relationship.

THE END

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colorfullfalls · 2 years ago

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Baby sister part 2

Emily and Sam’s house had two extra rooms. One room had two single beds and the other one had a full. It was decided that you would share a room with Dean and Sammy would get his own room. Dean didn’t want you wondering out of his sight. It was the over protectiveness in him.

The bedroom was nice and decorated warmly. The room was a light green color with yellow and green bedding that had flowers all of it. You thought it was cute but Dean mumbled about it being too girly for his own liking. You were unpacking your bags when you could hear Dean and Sam arguing in the room over.

Those two got into it quite a bit and even more so once Sam started drinking demon blood to get stronger. It was a messy situation that should have never happened. A part of you wondered if you should have warned the wolves that Sam had telepathic powers and was wanted dead by most demons and vampires.

Staying with the wolves put them in danger.

You felt very confused about the whole imprinting thing. Sure, Paul was attractive- like really attractive and built like a tan greek god- but being told you are someone’s soulmate is pretty intimidating. He had this connection to you that you didn’t quite understand yet. How were you supposed to act around him? You have not had dating experience because of Dean and now you find your supposed soulmate. Fuck, you had no idea what to do or how to act around him.

You heard a knock at the door and there stood Paul, without a shirt. Honestly it was hard not to stare with his muscular and fit he was. Your eyes trailed his body before looking back to his face, which he was now smirking at the fact that you totally checked him out. His brown eyes gazed around the room before back to you.

He pointed behind him, “Your brothers are in the next room arguing.”

You let out a sigh, “Yeah, they do that. Both of them are strong headed and sometimes this happens. Can you hear what they are going on about?”

“You and me, how you are my imprint. Dean is pissed and Sam is arguing that it can be a good thing. I just want to clarify that you are in the lead here and I am the follower. Whatever you want from this is your choice. Friend, lover, a mix of both. It is up to you.” Paul explained, his voice suddenly serious.

“Thank you, but I guess we just play it by ear. There is a lot going on and love isn’t really the first thing on my mind right now.” You admitted.

Paul came into the room more and sat down on the bed beside you, crossing his strong arms and giving you a look to say to go on, “What’s going on in your crazy hunter world?”

You laughed, brushing a hand across your face, “Well, let’s see. There are demons after us because my brother Sam was chosen by a powerful demon to have super powers. Not only that but the angels are now fighting with us because we sort of caused the end of the world and they want Dean’s body as a vessel for the archangel Michael. Dean went to hell and our angel friend pulled him out but now Dean has trauma that he will not talk about.”

Paul’s mouth was slightly agape in shock from the word vomit of trauma you just threw his way. If you two were bound together he might as well know the danger that your family brings. Having kids with a nice family Christmas was not likely for you or your brothers. Not anytime soon at least.

Paul shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, “That, um.. That’s a lot of baggage your family has. I thought my life was rough because my dad’s an asshole.”

You nodded before sitting on the bed beside him, “My dad was too.”

“How did he die?”

“He traded his life for Dean’s. Which is funny because my dad was the hardest on Dean. My mother died when we were really young and my dad learned it was because of a demon. He entered the monster hunting world and never looked back. He would leave for a week at a time and dean would take care of us. Dean was our saving grace. He probably loves us more than my dad ever did. Dad was just so caught up in getting revenge for mom.” You explained.

“Your dad sounds like he was an absent father a little bit... but who taught you how to fight monsters then? Dean or your dad?”

You smiled, “Dean. My dad never wanted me or sam to know as much as Dean But Dean kind of pulled us into it and then my dad started training us. Paul, I just want you to understand that this will be complicated. If you are in my life that means you are going to be in danger.”

Paul’s serious expression faltered and he began to laugh, giving you a boyish smile and shaking his head, “Y/n, my existence puts you in danger. Vampires are drawn to us because we are their natural enemy. And considering your past that makes me really worried,” A low growl erupted from his throat before he looked you deep in the eyes and took your hand, “I will never let anything hurt you again.”

His hand felt extremely warm against yours, tingles running up and down your arm from the feeling. A blush arose on your cheeks from how dedicated to you he sounded. You had protective brothers but this was different.

“I wont let anything happen to you either.” You whispered, grabbing and interlocking your hands. You were shocked by how bold you were but you were guessing it was the whole imprint reaction.

Paul gave you a breathtaking smile before you heard his name being called downstairs. He let out a sigh and dropped your hand, “ I have patrol but I will be back later to see you.”

“Okay, be safe.” You stood up with him.

He laughed, “Always, sweetheart. You be safe” he said before winking at you and walking down the steps. A small part of you already missed him and wished he would come back.

Dean and Sam weren’t in the room so you decided to head downstairs to get to know Emily. Maybe she knew where the boys went and she seemed nice enough. Plus... she could tell you what Paul is like. You needed more information about the man that is supposed to be your soulmate.

Emily was alone in the kitchen humming and making muffin mix. Her long black and silky hair was tied up as she stirred the mix in the bowl. She turned around to notice you, offering a huge smile, “y/n, hello. I hope you liked the guest room. I gave you the pretty room.”

You smiled back, “Actually my brother Sam took that room and I got bunked with Dean. We trade who shares beds and Dean is paranoid about my safety. I think he thinks Paul is going to kidnap me...”

Emily let out a beautiful laugh as she wiped her hands off with a dish towel, “Yeah, your brothers knew Paul was in the room talking to you. Dean was not happy but Sam told him to leave it alone. They went to town to explore, I told them we could use some girl time.”

“Thanks, that was kind of you.”

Emily smiled again, “Paul is enamored by you, he is over the moon to have found his imprint. You are a lucky woman.”

You blushed again but shrugged, “I think I am going to make his life harder.”

She gasped, “Don’t say that! Paul can handle whatever is thrown his way. He won’t mind your supernatural world as long as you can handle his. I think he was relieved that you weren’t freaked out. You already know the crazy shit the world has to offer and that makes it easier. The other wolves have to explain everything to their imprints and that can be rough.”

You bit your lip for a second in thought, “What is Paul like?”

She grinned again, “He is honestly a good guy. He is a bit of a hot head but I think with you around that will fade away. He is a hard worker who likes to have fun. Him and the boys joke around all of the time. But mostly he is very dedicated to those that he loves. Like i said, you’re a lucky woman.”

You started to panic as a feeling of pain shot through your head. Sometimes your body could tell when supernatural was around. You didn’t have powers like Sam, but it was like a gift that you could sense those different around you. This had a bad feeling.

“Emily, is anyone home?”

“Nope, why?” She seemed so relaxed but was starting to sense your panic, “What’s wrong?”

“Go up to your room. Like now.” You shouted, feeling the panic rising even more. “Now emily.”

“I am not leaving you-”

The door bust open to a yellow eyed demon walking in. Her stature was small but you knew that she could kill you. You had no weapons on you and your brothers were gone. Great, just great.

“Emily, upstairs.” You ordered, standing in front of her.

“Putting her a floor above won’t make her safer. But i don’t care. It’s not this woman that I want dead. Its y/n winchester that is going to die today.” The demon walked forwards as Emily ran out the door. You thanked god that she escaped but knew that this is the moment that you actually die. And not even beside your brothers.

“How did you find us?” You asked, backing up and looking for any sort of a weapon. Panic was beginning to take over now that you were alone. At least Emily was safe. But dying alone didn’t sound great either. There was a knife on the counter that you grabbed, clutching the handle for dear life.

“We have a network. Plus, I have been following you since Oregon. I finally got you alone without your brothers or other supernatural beings. Figured this was my chance to end you, make your brother’s weaker.”

“She’s not alone.”

Behind the demon stood Castiel, who you had never been more happy to see. He put his hand on the demon’s head and killed it within seconds. Your chest filled with relief at knowing that you were safe. Your best friend had just showed up and saved your life.

You crossed the room in two seconds to enter his arms, finally feeling like you could breathe again, “You saved my life.”

“I feel like at this point all I do is save the Winchesters. You would have died if i did not come. I could feel your panic.” He explained, his eyes scanning you to make sure that you were alright. “What are you doing here?”

“We were on a hunt when we saw werewolves. Apparenlty they have a vampire problem that we said we would help out with.”

He quizzical looked at you before he shook his head, “Are you an imprint of a wolf? You smell like one.”

You blushed at how blunt he always was, “yeah, found out today.”

“Interesting. Someone is coming and they think I am the enemy. I need you to stand back in case a fight happens. I don’t need you getting hurt.” Castiel nonchalantly pushed you backwards but you shook your head no as you heard growls getting close to house. Outside the window you could see a silver wolf bolting for the house with a black wolf behind him. You shoved Castiel out of the way before booking it outside the door. You did not want Castiel to hurt Paul or vice versa.

Paul sad red as he ran towards the house. The pack had been on patrol for the vampires when they could hear a woman screaming. Sam knew it was Emily and they ran towards her but could hear her yelling that you were alone at the house and in grave danger. Emily was crying and her panic only made Paul panic more. His heart racing in his chest as he took off towards the house. He needed to get there in time to saved you. He just found you today, he couldn’t lose you.

He saw a man through the door way and that is who he assumed to be the attacker, but within seconds he saw you running out the door and towards him, waving your hands and yelling no. His eyes scanned you and there were no wounds and he did not smell blood. His anxiety was still through the roof with you being that close to a supernatural being. He had to get you away.

“The man inside saved me! He’s a friend!’ you yelled, pointing inside where Castiel was, “Don’t go near him please. He saved me.”

Paul’s wolf stopped right in front of you, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing in your scent to calm him down. He wad full of rage and fear, but you seemed to be okay. He was confused where this mystery man came from but he was grateful that the man showed up when he did. Paul promised to never leave you alone without a protector again.

Castiel walked outside and awkwardly waved, “This is Castiel. He’s our best friend. He is an angel and he just saved my life. I can explain everything once you are human again.” you said.

Just as you said that the Impala pulled in. The boys got out of the car and ran over making sure that you were alright because the wolves were shifted. They then noticed Cas and ran over to hug him.

“What happened? Why is Cas here?” Sam asked.

“A demon found me when you guys left. Said I was on the list to kill to make you guys weaker. It said it followed us from Oregon.” You explained as Paul growled. Dean wrapped you in for a hug, kissing your head. He smelled comforting and you felt yourself completely calm down now that your big brothers were there with you.

“I am so sorry that we left, Y/n.” Sam said, reaching over to smooth your hair.

“I have to go, but I just wanted to make sure you guys would be back before I went. I have business I need to attend to, but I bring a warning. The demons are after y/n specifically now. You need to train her more than ever.” Cas said, looking directly at you.

“We will.” Both boys said.

Emily came walking through the clearing with the others from earlier in their regular form. You were glad that she was safe, but you had a feeling that she was mad that you sent her away.

“Never send me away like that again, y/n. Us imprints have to stick together,” She scolded.

“I am used to this world, and it ended up being fine.” You argued.

“Because of me.” Cas pointed out. You nodded in agreement, giving him one last hug. Cas then vanished like he always does. You felt a snout touch your hand and you looked to see that it was Paul nuzzling you. You brought up your hand to touch his head. His fur was extremely soft.

“Go change. We are training now.” Dean said, pushing you towards the door. You rolled your eyes but listened, going inside and up the steps. You looked back to see the wolves heading back towards the trees but Paul’s wolf stayed for a minute looking at you before it took off with the black wolf.

You felt bad because you knew he must have been scared shitless at the idea of a demon being around his imprint that he just met. You were just thankful to have so many protectors in your life.

#paul lahote imagine #supernatural

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royalreef · 2 years ago

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{ fullcfphobias }

“I didn’t mean to, honest..!”

The fact that he had missed not only Valentine’s Day but Miranda and Aaravi’s anniversary still ate at him, though he was sure there would be plenty more time to stew in disappointment at his own mismanagement of the stuff later.

Quickly does his head pop back into shape, both to give her a focal point for her nuzzling and to do his own in turn. Any worry over his absence upsetting her melted away in an instant as she settled in, his looped arms giving another affectionate squeeze as he accepted the floor is simply where the two would be staying. Phobias began cropping up soon enough, their muted chatter buzzing with excitement at Miranda’s presence. Oz let them gather for a moment as he mulled over his words, not quite sure how to put the explanation together.

“Well.. I sort of fell asleep and lost track of time? I went, like.. home– or at least, like the place where my house is, and it’s not really in this..”

An additional pair of arms briefly branches from the ones so snugly wrapped around her to gesture, the motion simultaneously vague and all-encompassing.

“..World? Dimension? It’s different, is what I mean! There isn’t really a way to tell the time unless you have a watch– which I do! I have so many clocks specifically so I don’t lose track of time and yet!”

He sighs, abandoning the long-winded rant to mutter the more embarrassing summary.

“I slept through my alarm really bad, basically..”

Her arms settled in besides Oz’s with little prompting, scooping into and under him as much as she could, to return the hug. While most people commented on Miranda’s arms as weak, that she could not throw anything at all and even her ability to lift was greatly reduced, this wasn’t exactly the truth. Miranda’s arms looked muscular, in the same way all merfolk’s arms looked muscular, because they were. The issue was just that they were made to move in very certain ways, ways that they were very well-suited for, and not in the same ways that landfolk moved their arms, with their ball-jointed shoulders.

Instead, Miranda’s arms were made to move inwards — either in long swipes or in holding things to her chest. So when she hugged Oz close, pulling him in towards her body, it came as a bear hug, firm and strong and near-unbreakable. This suited Miranda fine, as she was more focused on not letting Oz slip out of her grip anytime soon and in making up for the lost time, and Oz didn’t really have any lungs that she could collapse anyhow.

“You should have brought me!! I make a very good alarm, I am excellent at telling time!! I could tell you the time right now!!” She didn’t, and she wasn’t, but both of these were besides the point. Miranda was purring hard enough and snuggled down enough against Oz that neither of these simple facts mattered, and the sheer cuteness of the princess was almost enough to really believe that she could.

“You even missed my birthday, Ozzy! My birthday!!!!” Not that she liked her birthday, nor even actually told anyone when it was, and for good reason, but still. It was the thought that mattered, and they could get bogged down in the reality of the situation later.

... That might have been why she was still in such a good humor over Oz missing it anyhow, even if he had known when it was. Not like he could have done much of anything. And it was happier to pretend like it was something worth being upset about.

“You shall have to make up for it, you know! I will simply have to keep you here and hug you until it is all paid up!!!!”

#Glory and Gore || IC #fullcfphobias #Kiss my blistered lips‚ my fingertips frostbitten and grey || Oz x Miranda ( fullcfphobias )#(( CRUEL FISH PUNISHMENTS..... MANY CUDDLES.......#(( AND I HAVE MISSED OZ!!!!!! YOU DORK!!!!!#(( always a pleasure to see you around again!!!!!! :>

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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My Favorite Kind Of Night - 2.

Camboy!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Part 2 of this series

Run-through: On Friday nights, you are punctual to your virtual meet-up with your favorite camboy over a streaming platform, for your private stream session. You’ve known him for a couple of months now. He goes by the alias of ‘Winter Soldier’ on the platform, which is perfect for the kind of man he is; brawny and drop dead gorgeous. Over the past few months, he has become your favorite kind of night. And secretly, you became his as well. You two get closer over time, and things get interesting when your real, professional lives gets intertwined.

Themes throughout the series: sex worker!bucky, smut, phone sex, fluff, language, dirty talk

James Buchanan Barnes walked into your office not even a minute after your assistant walked out. And you took one look at him and your jaw almost dropped to the floor.

He was tall, broad and very muscular. Blue eyes which made your knees weak even though you were sitting down. His button down shirt seemed so damn tight around his biceps that you feared they might rip at the seams anytime now. Well-groomed beard and a man bun – very few men could pull off this look, but he did so perfectly. You could tell he had long dark brown hair; tied up in a bun which made him look so manly and strong and still boyish at the same time. His facial hair made him look mature and wise and yet, he had a playful smile.

You immediately liked his overall demeanor. And you liked it even more when he flashed that million dollar smile at you. Also, there was something about him which felt weirdly familiar.

“Good morning, Ma’am.” He spoke in a deep voice. Like the kind of voice you know you’d never get tired of. Just the right in between smooth and gruff.

Oh fuck. You gave him your best smile. “Good morning, Mr. Barnes. Please have a seat.”

You had to constantly remind yourself not to stare dreamily at him all throughout the interview. But God damn, James Buchanan Barnes was one fine specimen.

Better than Bucky? Your conscience asked and your eyes widened. Shit. You hadn’t thought about Bucky for even a second since James walked into your office. This man really had you under his spell, huh?

You asked him all the same questions you asked the other candidates, and his replies were well thought out. He was well spoken and carried himself with the right amount of confidence and ease. You could already see him fitting in just right with the rest of your staff. And he was perfectly qualified for the job as well.

You gave him another smile and spoke up, “Very well then, Mr. Barnes. We’ll be delighted to have you here with us. You may start as from tomorrow, is that alright with you?”

He gave you a bright smile back. “Of course, tomorrow’s perfect.” He stood up to leave and you shamelessly admired his back and of course, instinctively your eyes dropped to his lovely butt.

Oh damn. Was there anything about this man which wasn’t perfect?

Before he walked out, he turned around to face you again. “Have a nice day,” he spoke, catching you off guard, he added almost playfully, “Ma’am.”

“You too, Mr. Barnes.” Your voice sounded raspy and dry – mainly because he made you so nervous with just one look.

After James Barnes left your office, you leaned back in your seat with a goofy smile on your face. There was this weird sense of familiarity which lingered around even after he left. There was something about him which made it seem like you had met him before. Had you come across him at a party before? Or seen him on a magazine cover because God knows he belonged on one with all that beauty. You couldn’t put a finger on it.

Regardless, he occupied your thoughts for quite a while. Around an hour later, your phone buzzed while you were typing an email. You checked and saw that it was an incoming call from Bucky. Oh?

You held your phone with nervous, shaky hands. Streams, chats and texting were one thing, but calling? He had never heard your voice and this made you nervous. Fuck it.

You answered the call. “Hello?”

You heard a deep voice groan on the other hand. “Fuck… your voice just had to be as beautiful as the rest of you, huh?” Bucky spoke in that smooth, velvety and playful voice of his. You noticed he sounded a little different on call than he did on video.

You found your face getting hot, your toes curling in your Louboutins and your body getting tingly at the sound of his voice. “But you haven’t seen all of me yet.” You obviously hadn’t shown him your face yet. Which was so bizarre that neither of you knew each other’s name, nor what the other looked like, yet here you were – shamelessly flirting.

He chuckled, and it sent chills down your back and caused the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. “I don’t have to. I know all of you is beautiful.” He paused. “Also I should tell you, that photo of yours is making it hard for me to go about my day in peace.” He paused again. “Pun intended.”

You laughed and leaned back in your seat. You felt much better now that you heard from him. You had been moody all morning given he hadn’t texted you. But just hearing his voice set your mood straight.

You two talked for about half an hour, carefully avoiding asking any personal questions about each other because you weren’t there yet and neither of you were sure what this… situation was nor where it would go so you both decided to just enjoy it and go with the flow. For now.

Your assistant walked into your office and motioned frantically to her watch – meaning you were a little late to a meeting. So you wrapped up the call with Bucky in the next minute.

“I gotta go. Duty calls.” You sighed, standing up and picking up your laptop.

He groaned again. “Time flies whenever I talk to you.”

You giggled. “Same here, Bucky.”

For the rest of the day, your thoughts kept bouncing back and forth from that flirty phone call with Bucky to thoughts of James Buchanan Barnes. Ah, what a pleasant dilemma it is having two hotties occupying your thoughts.

When you thought of James, your body tingled. The way he walked towards your desk; how he towered over you and how you liked it. How he looked at you with those intense blue-gray eyes, and how his voice carried this tone of comfort but also seriousness when he talked to you.

And when you thought of Bucky, you had more or less the same reaction. You had the shape of his body memorized. His voice when he talked to you on the phone, how he explicitly told you all the things he’d do to you. How goofy he was on text and how equally shameless on call.

Ugh stop. Bucky was a lovely distraction. He pleased you sexually despite being however many miles away and you paid him for it. That’s it. Right? And James was… well, your soon to be employee. You shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.

Oh goodness… what a mess. A hot mess.

Bucky was a happy man when he left your office building and got in a cab, making his way to his apartment. He still could feel how nervous he was when he first entered your office. Mainly because of the interview but also because he had opened his favorite girl’s message right before he stepped into his new boss’ office.

That photo messed with him in the best ways possible. Thank God he was a man who had mastered control, so when he did step inside your office, he didn’t do so with a hard on in his pants.

When Bucky saw his new boss, his jaw almost dropped to the floor but he caught himself before he slipped. And gave you his best smile. The interview went well, he gazed at you whenever you looked away.

Good thing he got the job, which means this wouldn’t be the last time he saw his boss. There was a warmth radiating off the classy, elegant woman behind the desk, one which felt familiar weirdly. But he couldn’t place his finger on it.

As soon as he got home, he decided to call his favorite girl right away. And the minute he heard the lovely voice, all thoughts of his very gorgeous boss left his head temporarily. And he immediately wished it was Friday night already, where he could spend time and pleasure his favorite girl.

When he got off the call. He smiled at the thought of the woman whom he had been flirting shamelessly with for the past days. Then he thought about his boss. What a perfect little mess, being torn between two obviously beautiful women – not knowing who to daydream about the most.

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Tuesday morning as you stepped into the elevator to go up to your floor, you sensed someone getting into the metal box along with you. You turned your face to the side and met with the prettiest stormy-blue eyes you had ever seen.

Your new office manager – James Barnes. Fucking hell.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes. Ready for your first day?” you spoke, trying to act like you weren’t hot and bothered as you took in his appearance. The same well-groomed beard and slightly messy man bun. Dark blue button down shirt; which accentuated his eyes, grey tie and black slacks. His suit jacket folded over his arm. He looked good.

Better than good actually, he looked freaking hot. And you always were a sucker for men who knew how to dress properly.

He gave you a big smile. “Good morning, boss.” You chuckled at what he called you. “I am actually, and I promise not to let you down.” He spoke with a promise in his voice.

And you liked his confidence. His stance and demeanor screamed confidence, but not arrogance. Not one bit. “I’m certain you won’t.”

The rest of the elevator ride was spent in silence, both of you sensing the tension in between you two. You couldn’t tell if it was just a thing you had with elevators, or was it being inside a closed space with James which made you feel all hot and bothered.

On your way to the top, a couple of people entered the space as well. And in order to make room for them, James inched closer to you. And you could feel the smirk on his face as he did.

Lucky for you, he would work on the same floor as you. So you parted ways right outside his cabin.

“See you around, Mr. Barnes.”

“See you around, Ma’am.”

This time, the playfulness in his voice was hard to miss.

Your phone buzzed as soon as you sat at your desk, signaling you had a message from Bucky.

Bucky: I hope you’re missing me. Because I am.

You giggled and replied right away.

You: Always am, soldier. Gotta go though, duty calls again.

Bucky: Are you bored of me already? Damn, and here I thought you liked me :(

You shook your head at his message, smiling.

You: I do! I promise we’ll talk tonight.

Bucky: Okay, doll. I’ll wait.

You placed your phone down and got to work. There was a lot to be done today. Bucky lingered in the back of your head, but so did James. And you had to push aside thoughts of both men and get to work seriously.

You were going about your morning just fine, free of thoughts of both gorgeous guys for some hours, when a knock at your door caught your attention.

“Come in.” you called. And in walked one of the most perfect man you had ever seen – James. “Oh, hi. How have you been so far?”

He walked over to your desk with two coffee cups and handed you one. You smiled and motioned for him to take a seat. “Great actually. I love it here. I was getting coffee and met up with your assistant. Then she mentioned your constant need for caffeine so I thought I should get you some.”

You smiled. “Buttering me up, huh? What did you do, Mr. Barnes? How bad did you mess up?” you joked, taking the cup from him.

He laughed. “None of that. Just wanted to see how my boss was doing.”

You giggled. You were sure that by now all your staff knew how much you relied on coffee to get through the day.

You and James had a little chat – just about the company, and work and life in this city – before he had to get back to work. And even after he left, his cologne lingered in the air. You sighed in delight thinking about him. He was easy to be around and talk to. He was magnetic.

And the way he stared into your eyes when speaking made you all tingly and warm.

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You got home and hopped into the shower. Your thoughts were again filled with James and Bucky. You made a mental note to call Bucky later since you had promised him so earlier in the day. But then, by the time you finished showering, a naughty idea formed inside your head as you looked at the large, floor to ceiling mirror in your bathroom.

You dried yourself, but on a flimsy black thong and posed in front of the mirror. Your arm shielding your breasts barely, as you snapped audacious pictures of yourself – naked, just in your thong; which also left very little to the imagination. Once satisfied, you selected a couple and sent them to Bucky.

Then you got dressed and lounged around in your bedroom; catching up on some reading, and responding to a couple of emails, until your phone rang again. It was Bucky, so you answered with a smirk.

“Hello Bucky.” You chirped, knowing damn well why he was calling.

He sighed, groaning. “Where are you?” his voice sounded so deep and raspy. The voice of a man who’s hot and bothered.

“In my bedroom. All alone. Why?” you acted oblivious.

He groaned loudly. “Get naked, and get on your bed. Now.” he ordered. Sounding so authoritative and stern that his voice sent pleasant chills down your spine, ending in tingles right in between your bed.

Woah… well you certainly didn’t expect that. “But… but today’s not our-,”

He cut you off by growling. “I don’t care what today is, babygirl. Your photos have me rock hard and now, I just need to hear you cum for me.”

Oh.

Your heart pounded at the sound of his voice. And at his request. This was new because he had never heard you moan, or orgasm before, it was always just him on video. This suddenly felt so intimate and it made you burn with desire and excitement.

“You…” you trailed off, not knowing how to reply to that.

He chuckled, and you could tell he had that god damn smirk on his face. “You heard me, babygirl. On your bed. Now.”

You trembled at the sound of his voice. “Okay.” You murmured and smiled as you got on your bed. You put the call on loud and waited.

“Now take off everything you’re wearing. I want you naked for me.” He whispered through the phone, his voice slowly but surely pulling you under his spell.

You took off the oversized shirt, and thong – leaving you bare in your bed. The dimmed lights only added to how hot you were feeling. Now all you needed was Bucky here with you, but unfortunately, despite however much you wanted him here in your bed physically, you’d have to make do with his voice alone.

“Are you done, babygirl?” he asked.

“Yeah.” your voice was just a little shaky.

“Good girl.” He purred and you almost audibly whined. “Now think of me and touch yourself.” he exhaled loudly, which gave away that he was probably touching himself as well. “If I was there, I would kiss every inch of your body, slowly… down your neck, your collar bones, and down your breasts… I would make you squirm and whine under me.”

You gasped as your cupped your breasts and pinched and tugged at your erected nipples. You imagined how those sinfully pink lips of his would feel against your skin. Warm and soft. He heard you, and chuckled.

“Are you wet for me, babygirl?” he asked, clearly smirking on the other end.

“Yes…” you whispered, voice barely audible as your hands slowly trailed down your body.

“Hmm,” he purred. “I wish I was there with you, in your bed. I would kiss my way down your body… your thighs, your pretty little cunt. And I wouldn’t give you want you wanted until you begged for it.” He chuckled. “Come on babygirl, beg for me…”

You whined loudly and obeyed. You begged, unashamedly, wantonly. And he was going crazy on the other end at the sound of your pleas. If only he could have you actually under him, he thought.

“Please Buck…” your voice hoarse and strained as you toyed with your breasts.

He chuckled. “Okay babygirl. You may touch your wet, little cunt for me.” He spoke, just a little breathless compared to earlier.

You lied down, parting your legs gently and touched yourself; imagining it was him. Your fingers slightly toyed with your folds.

“Feel how wet you are for me, babygirl? Fuck… I wish I was there to get a taste of your sweet little cunt. I’d put your legs over my shoulders, exposing you to me.” He chuckled darkly. “And I wouldn’t stop licking and tasting and eating out that little cunt of yours, fucking you with my tongue until you’re sensitive, and crying and begging for me to stop.” He growled.

Obscene sounds escaped your lips as your two fingers slipped inside your entrance with ease given that you were dripping by now. “Bucky…” you gasped, your body hot, your chest heaving.

“Hmm,” he groaned, touching himself at the thought of you. “I’m an impatient man, babygirl.” He chuckled again. “I would be so deep in you by now. Stretching you open, fucking you raw and making you scream and cum around my big cock.” He whispered, speeding up as he stroked himself.

Your back arched off the bed again, causing the air to mercilessly hit your bare chest and causing your nipples to erect even further. The pace at which your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you increased – your fingers brushing against every sensitive spot inside you; making you moan out loud.

He growled and swore under his breath as he heard you moan for him. “That’s it, babygirl, fuck yourself faster…” you did just as he asked. “Fuck, I wish I had you here on my lap. I would take you over and over and over again, just fucking you relentlessly, pumping my hard cock in and out of you until your body can’t take it anymore.”

You moaned out loud, back arching off the surface of the bed as you pushed your fingers deeper inside you; knuckles deep and you still wanted more. “Buck…” you gasped, swearing and moaning all at the same time.

“I’m right here, babygirl.” He whispered as he fisted his cock and threw his head back, grunting. “Are you close? Are you so close that you can’t think of anything else, huh? All you want is my big cock, isn’t it babygirl?”

You whined in response and he smirked.

“So desperate and needy, aren’t you baby? But don’t worry, I got you.” He groaned as he stroked himself faster. “Will you be my good girl and cum for me? Yeah?” he was starting to feel a little hazy, feeling his orgasm approaching fast.

You whimpered as you sped up your fingers inside you. “Yes… please Bucky.” You moaned and begged him to grant you your release. He was right, you couldn’t think of anything else. Nothing other than a certain man with a pair of blue eyes inside an elevator.

“Fuck… I love the sounds you make, babygirl.” He sounded breathless as he stroked himself, faster… and faster. He was groaning and clenching his teeth to keep himself quiet as he thought of a certain woman he saw this morning, behind a desk, looking like an angel yet so fuckable at the same time. “Come on, babygirl. Cum for me.”

The palm of your hands rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again; your moans got louder and louder as you felt your body getting warmer and warmer. You thrashed around and whined.

“Cum for me…” Bucky’s voice was a whisper. “Cum for me now!” he growled and you came around your own fingers as he came all over his hand. Both of you gasping, chest heaving and heartbeats ringing in your ears.

“Oh fuck…” you groaned as you let your orgasm wash over you.

Bucky panted, then chuckled. “Well done, doll.” he sounded so calm now that he had released all that pent up tension. His gorgeous boss, and then your photos. He was just a man, he could only take so much in one day.

You giggled as you came down from the high. “Now what was that, Soldier?” you asked, playfully.

He exhaled loudly through the phone and spoke, “Well, since we’re now friends, I figured I should also benefit from the perks of our friendship. Besides, you’re not exactly making it easy for me.”

You laughed. “Maybe I should do that often then, huh?” you teased.

He chuckled. “Like I said before babygirl, you can do and have whatever you want.” He repeated.

You smiled, part of you wondered why you thought of James earlier. And you got quiet for a minute. Bucky didn’t notice, because he too was wondering why he was thinking of his boss lady while touching himself just a minute ago.

“You okay, babygirl?” Bucky asked after a while, and you found your lids starting to droop a little.

You opened your mouth to speak, but yawned instead. Bucky heard and chuckled. “Yeah, just a little sleepy. I had a long day.”

He smiled and his voice came through the phone. “Get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Okay. Good night, Buck.” you replied, picking your phone up.

“Good night, babygirl.”

He ended the call and laid down on his back. Well, well, isn’t this a lovely way to end a night?

You sighed as you laid down on your back, lying naked in your bed you thought of the day and smiled. James and Bucky were making your days much better so far.

Just as you were about to doze off, your ‘work’ phone buzzed. You picked it up from your nightstand, and checked it. It was a new number who had texted you.

-Evening ma’am, this is James Barnes. Your assistant suggested that you should have my number. Also wanted to let you know that I’ve emailed you all the necessary details regarding the new project. Which you are not obliged to check right away of course. I can wait, I’m a patient man.

You chuckled a little at his message and quickly added him to your contacts.

You: Very well, Mr. Barnes. I’ll check the email first thing in the morning.

He replied right away.

James Barnes: Alright. Good night, ma’am

You giggled, typing a reply right away.

You: Good night, Mr. Barnes

You threw both your phones aside and fell asleep feeling all tingly.

Was it because of the very steamy phone call with Bucky or was it because James – your new, very hot employee just texted you good night?

Bucky put down his ‘work’ phone and fell into bed with his personal phone in hand. He played around for a bit, checked his socials then found himself staring at the photos you sent him earlier again. He sighed, smiling to himself.

He felt all warm. But he couldn’t tell if it was because of the phone call with you or because of the thoughts of his boss lady. Either way, he was a happy man as he fell asleep that night.

Little did either of you know that the grand revelation was right around the corner…

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welcome to eden | steve rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stepford wives au, wife!reader, marriage au, institutional misogyny, wealthy!steve, housewives au, stepfordization, mind control/brainwashing, forced gender roles, breeding kink, oral sex (male recieving), vaginal sex (wear a condom, kids!), bad editing :)

A/N: i just love the concept of this! i was told this was done before but I hope you all like my interpretation!

THIS STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT

In which the neighborhood you and your husband Steve move into isn’t like anywhere else on earth. The women are flawless and the men are way too happy.

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“Now that we actually own this place it feels different. You still don’t think this is all a little much?”

Steve lifted the cardboard box you were holding from your hands, starting to make his way into the house, “It’s perfect, pumpkin.”

Eden.

You were now homeowners in the most luxurious and exclusive neighborhood in upstate New York. Howard Stark created this safe haven in the sixties and people now knew it as “heaven on earth”.

You followed him inside the fortress of a house, knowing he was smiling wide. Even in your wildest dreams you never imagined that you would live in a place like this. There were so many rooms that you’d run out of ideas for what to do with them. The massive foyer was twice as big as the home you grew up in.

Perfect marble floors, a winding staircase that reminded you of a castle, and a ginormous chandelier that was no doubt made of real diamonds. You followed Steve as he made his way into the kitchen which was, again, made for the Gods. You’d never been good at cooking but now you felt you had to start giving it a try just because of how nice it was.

It had three ovens! Who in the world needs three ovens? “I don’t think we even have enough stuff to fill the house, Steve.”

He set the box onto the counter and you were reminded of the small number of things inside compared to the amount of cabinet space, “We’ll buy more things. Lots of things! You have my card, you can order whatever you want online,” You took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed even by the thought of decorating this place, “Hey now, c’ mere. This is supposed to be a happy day.”

You walked into his embrace, letting his strong arms wrap around you as you leaned your head against his hard chest, “I am happy,” You made sure to say though you weren’t convinced this house would ever feel normal, “And I’m grateful. I really am, Steve.”

Steve’s big promotion in security at Stark Industries was unexpected but of course, you were happy for him. You just didn’t expect he’d suddenly be making millions and, since the two of you were married now, that you’d have to make the move with him and start looking for new jobs in the city. He’d do the same for you so you felt it was your duty to suck it up and try to make things work.

You looked up at him and a soft smile was on his kind face. He leaned down to press a comforting kiss to your forehead. You tilted up to kiss him. He deepened it and, like you always liked, the passion you’d felt with him escalated the situation.

Suddenly, Steven lifted you onto the kitchen counter, his hands on your waist and started to explore beneath your shirt, “This is going to be so good for us,” He spoke huskily against your lips, “What do you say we christen the new place?”

You nodded eagerly as he began to kiss your neck, “One good thing is we’ll probably never run out of places to have sex in a house this big,” Steve chuckled at your words. For a moment, his kisses took away the anxiety you were feeling. Change is only a part of life and it was something you’d just have to get used to. Luckily, you had Steve by your side to get through it all.

“Plenty of space for kids as well,” He said and you assumed it was an attempt to turn you on. You gripped his muscular arms tightly as he

“Mhm, put a baby in me, Steve,” You played along, knowing that you were on birth control and that was unlikely to happen anytime soon. Steve was dying to be a father but you agreed before you got married that you would enjoy your marriage to each other before you considered having kids, “Please, Steve.”

You knew that would send him over the edge and only seconds later he was pulling down your bottoms and pushing himself between your legs. Before you two could get really hot and heavy, the doorbell rang and left you both frozen.

Steve helped you off the counter and you were quickly trying to pull up your yoga pants as Steve zipped up his jeans, “Edith, who’s at the door?” Steve asked which caught you off guard. The mansion was also a smart house, equipped with artificial intelligence that Mr. Stark had developed.

“James and Natasha Barnes, sir. Would you like me to let them in?” There were small monitors throughout the house including the kitchen. It lit up when the door rang with a picture of the couple standing at the front door.

“Yes, Edith. Thank you,” Steve turned back to you, not with frustration that their moment had been interrupted, but with a mischievous smile, “We’ll finish what we started later.”

You nodded, forcing a smile as he grabbed your hand. The two of you walked to the foyer which was a trip within itself due to the size of the house.

Bucky was one of Steve’s friends that you were never quite sure of. He’d known Steve for way longer than you so you never thought it was your place to ask questions about their relationship. Bucky just seemed to bring out Steve’s impulsive side and you preferred Steve when he was cool and level headed.

Nat, on the other hand, you loved her.

“Welcome to Eden, Rogers family,” Bucky announced, his voice booming through the foyer as they came into view. Already, something was off and it wasn’t because of the new environment. Bucky was clad in his suburban husband get-up, like he’d been golfing all day and Natasha looked like she was preparing to go to some old-fashioned garden party. You’d never seen her wear a sundress and never seen her smile so wide.

“Thanks, Buck,” You heard Steve say, going to hug his best friend.

As you walked up to embrace Natasha, she even felt different. As you pulled back, you searched her face for something missing, “Wow, your eyes are beautiful,” She said, still beaming. Her red hair was now blonde and reached down past her shoulders. Her skin was bright and her makeup, which she didn’t normally wear, was done to perfection.

“Thank you,” You spoke, unsure of why she was just now noticing. Besides that, you didn’t think they were anything special, “You look great … so new.” You laughed awkwardly as you took a step back. Bucky placed a hand on the small of her back and she gazed back at him lovingly.

“Honey, you act like you haven’t met Y/N a million times,” Bucky grinned towards you, trying to ease the awkwardness.

“Of course,” Natasha agreed immediately. You couldn’t help but think her tone was lacking a certain emotion, “I love spending time with Y/N. It’s so nice to have girl friends, isn’t it?”

Suddenly, appearing from basically nowhere, she pulled out a dish. It was a pound cake and she presented it to you with a smile that was now starting to make you uncomfortable, “A house warming gift,” Bucky added as you accepted it, “Natasha has been taking up baking.”

“That’s very sweet,” You said and Steve added a thanks.

“You two should stay. Let us give you a tour!” Steve clapped his hands together in excitement.

“Sure,” You agreed, “Stay for dinner. We can order pizza.”

“Order? Pizza?” Natasha was smiling but her head cocked to the side in confusion. Bucky responded by grabbing her hand and, again, she looked up at him with loving eyes.

“That sounds delicious, Y/N,” Bucky said, ignoring his wife.

You rubbed moisturizer on your face as you looked back into your bathroom mirror. The room was the size of a regular room and the closet was basically an apartment within itself. Steve came from behind you, his hands on your waist as he pressed himself into you.

“Should we continue where we left off?” He asked as you grabbed a hold of your toothbrush.

His hands were still roaming over your body as you began to brush your teeth before bed. You didn’t answer his question, your mind far away, “You don’t think Nat was acting super off today?” You asked after spitting toothpaste into the sink, “I mean, quitting her job. Suddenly wanting to be a stay at home Mom? She just got a promotion a few months ago.”

Through the mirror, Steve gave you a look that told you he was about to play devil’s advocate, “She didn’t seem that different to me. I think she realized what she actually wanted after the move.”

Your eyes narrowed at him as you rinsed off your toothbrush, “Are you being serious, Steve?”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me,” Realizing he was not getting anything tonight, he stepped back with his hands in the air, “You never know about these things. People change. Who knows, maybe our priorities will change too.”

You scoffed, turning off the water, “My only priority right now is landing the Cosmopolitan contract. I can think about priorities once I’m working again,” You walked past Steve, standing on the tip of your toes to kiss his cheek, but he still had a defeated look on his face, “Let’s go to bed, it’s been a long day.”

You barely had time to enjoy your bowl of cereal milk before there was another ring at the doorbell. Without looking up from his bowl, Steve explained that he made plans for you and Natasha to spend the day together. You knew he was working on convincing you that this entire move was a great idea. Of course, you didn’t have time to protest because the new blonde was now impatiently honking the horn of the golf cart in your driveway.

As soon as you stepped out of the house, you realized you were underdressed once again. Her attire today was a sundress full of blue flowers and beautiful pearls to go around her neck, “Good morning, sunshine!” She beamed as you climbed into the passenger seat. She looked over your regular t-shirt and jeans with a smile but you could tell she didn’t understand the way you were dressing, “It’s such a lovely day, isn’t it?”

“Yeah-”

“I know! I love gardening on days like this,” She suddenly pressed the gas and you were on your way. You were still figuring out what exactly happened to your friend since the last time she saw you but she could only seem to talk about gardening, “Bucky loves the flowers I plant. I put them in this gorgeous vase so he can look at them while he’s eating his favorite breakfast. It’s nice to have nice things to look at.”

Natasha showed you every house in the neighborhood, explaining what nuclear family lived in each house, “How come you know everyone who lives here? You never seemed like the type to ... “

“Oh, we all know each other in Eden. It’s like a family! Isn’t that sweet?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to nod this time. You were starting to notice that every person we passed seemed … flawless. All the wives were perfectly dressed, wearing heels, and had neatly pinned hair. All the husbands looked way too happy.

You passed a golf course and soon arrived at the clubhouse where you’d be attending a book club meeting. You were a reader yourself so the idea of that gave you some hope that you wouldn’t feel totally out of place today.

That hope dissipated quickly when you stepped into the room. On a landing overlooking a pool, a group of flawless looking women sat in a circle like they were having a tea party rather than a book club meeting.

They were all happy to meet you and Natash introduced you to everyone. Instead of their names, she started with their husband’s. There was Sam’s wife Sharon, Vision’s wife Wanda, Thor’s wife Val, Clint’s wife Laura and most importantly-

“Pepper!” The group of women erupted with cheers as the matriarch entered the room. You’d recognize Tony Wife’s anywhere just from the tabloids. She was pretty much America’s favorite wife, writing self-help books, and posing on the cover of home decor magazines.

“Good morning, ladies,” She moved like a cloud, floating through the room as she commanded everyone’s attention. She took a second look at you as she made her way to her chair, “Steve’s wife Y/N, it’s lovely to meet you and, wow, you have such beautiful eyes. Welcome to the book club!”

The room erupted in giggles and clapping once again. You felt you were in some sort of simulation, like a social prank and you were waiting for some tv show host to come out and reveal that all these people were paid actors.

Pepper continued, crossing her ankles as she flattened out the skirt of her purple colored dress, “I hope you are all feeling like I am. My husband is happy, the kids are happy, my friends are happy and that. Makes. Me. Overjoyed,” Her words put them in a trance and they seemed even more robot-like than they already were, “I only want to add to that feeling so today we are discussing a highly anticipated book.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but you clearly weren’t on the same page as everyone else. Natasha nudged your side, giddy as ever, “I present to you ladies, Melanie Winkle’s Christmas Baking Book!” Now you were positive that you were in a simulation, “Christmas is a few months away but the season is so busy that I think we should get an early start this year. Who knows how many dance recitals, charity fundraisers, and Christmas parties we will all attend this winter? Too many to count! This book is going to change all of our lives.”

Natasha leaned into your ear, “I love Christmas, don’t you?”

“Nat?” Her eyes widened with curiosity, “Blink twice if someone is holding you hostage.”

She didn’t blink at all, “You’re silly, Y/N. You always make me laugh, don’t you?”

The next week passed in a blur. You had no idea how many brain dead women you had met or how many times Steve had told you that you were crazy for stressing over the Natasha situation. Tomorrow, you had an interview and you could finally leave the neighborhood and be around people who didn’t only care about knitting and Christmas decorations.

Before you could have your sweet escape, your limit was met.

You were attending a yoga class led by Pepper that Natasha had brought you to. It was an otherwise normal experience despite Pepper chanting about how true peace is reached when your “home is happy”.

The class was in a cat’s pose when Wanda suddenly fell down to her stomach. The class froze and you rushed to her side. Your heart racing, you placed a hand on her back to check to see what was wrong. You brushed her hair from her facing, seeing that her eyes were wide open and she was saying, “I love my husband. I love my family. I love my husband. I love my family,” She kept repeating those two phrases over and over, her gaze completely empty.

You felt Natasha’s hand on your arm, trying to guide you away.

“She’s going to be just fine, girls,” Pepper said calmly like the woman wasn’t having a nervous breakdown, “Us women are so delicate, with the yoga and the hot weather outside, she must be overheating. Natasha, will you lead the girls into the other room?”

“I think she needs medical attention,” You interjected, staring around the room to find a like mind.

“Tony can help her,” Pepper smiled.

“She needs a doctor!” The room went silent before the wives began to whisper.

“I love my husband. I love my husband. I love- I love- It’s a lovely day outside, isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

“We will get her the help she needs, do not worry,” Piper continued, folding her arms in front of her.

Natasha pulled your arm harder this time, “Y/N, let me walk you home. It’s a lovely day for a walk.”

You left the room with a feeling of complete uncertainty and as soon as Natasha was out of your site, you stormed up the spiral stairs to find Steve’s office, “Steve!” You shouted his name as you speedily walked through the long hallway. You pushed open the two, large, oak doors that led into the study and stormed inside, “Steve Rogers, I am done!”

Steve looked up from his desk and Tony turned to face you from his place in the chair in front of his desk.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Steve stood from his chair, concerned.

You stared at Tony Stark, not with awe because he was the most famous engineer in the world, but with anger, “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you, Y/N,” Tony stood next, fixing the buttons on his suit jacket, “Steve tells me you’re a photographer. Quite a talented one.”

You eyed him carefully, somehow knowing that he was the source of all that was wrong here, “I need to talk to my husband, alone, if you don’t mind.”

Steve’s eyes darkened as he looked at you, “Y/N,” He said with a warning, trying to tell you not to be rude, “This is my boss-” “It’s quite alright, I know an angry wife when I see one. I enjoyed our conversation, Mr. Rogers, and I think we’re on the same page now,” Tony approached you, a smug look on his face, “I hope to see you around, sweetheart. Oh, and again, welcome to Eden.”

As he left the room, you became even more frustrated, “You can’t talk to me like that in front of my boss, Y/N.”

“Steve,” You walked closer to his desk, “Listen to me. It’s only been a week and I am losing my mind. The people here are … are robots! They’re old-fashioned and daft, especially the wives. Nat used to be smart and cunning and now all she can talk about are gardening magazines!”

“Gardening is a very relaxing hobby-”

“Oh, please,” You crossed your arms, “That woman was on her way to being a CEO and now she’s … she’s a shell.”

Steve walked around the desk to you, grabbing your hands while they shook with anger. The look in his eyes was sincere, loving, and brought you back to a simpler time. When you were first dating, living in a tiny apartment in the city, the two of you were so in love.

“I know this move has been hard on you and I don’t want you to see this all as a mistake. I’m trying hard, I really am,” You nodded, trying to let his words soothe you. You pressed your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, “Everything here is new to me too. They do things here differently than any other place I’ve been.”

“Yeah, it’s like a cult,” You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled.

“I’m not sure about that. I do know that things are simpler here,” You felt his heartbeat quicken, “I always wanted the white picket fence, the two kids, a boy and girl, and a doting wife. She wouldn’t be bogged down by the stresses of modern life, I would take care of her … we’d be happy-”

You pushed away from him, tears pricking your eyes, “Steve, you can’t be serious,” You took a few more steps back.

Steve sighed, “I wasn’t sure before. Bucky made it sound like a crazy fantasy but now that I’ve seen Nat and … now that I’ve talked to Tony…”

You kept walking backward, your heart was now racing, “You kept saying she and her. Not me … I’m not the wife you want, am I?”

Steve stepped forward now. There was pain in his eyes like he didn’t want to hurt me but he had to keep pushing himself further, “You could be, pumpkin,” He tried to be endearing but his voice was weak.

As soon as your back touched the door, you turned and yanked it open. You took off down the hallway and you cursed the fact that you let Steve by this crazy house. You looked back to see Steve standing at the top of the stairs as you hurried down them, “Y/N, please don’t make this hard!” Steve tried to plead.

“Fuck you, Steve!” You shouted back, practically throwing yourself at the door. As you turned the lock, it didn’t budge, “Edith, open the door!”

“Only Mr. Rogers has command of my controls, Mrs. Rogers.”

Your face fell completely as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You felt him behind as you continued to pull at the doorknob, “Steve, I’m begging you …” He placed his hands on your hips, leaning down to whisper into your ear.

“I promise it won’t hurt one bit, pumpkin.”

When Steve awoke a week later, he was dreading the day. It had been a week since Tony started working on you and Steve was nervous to see the final product of the reprogramming. He’d spent the week emailing your friends, family, and associates, making excuses about your whereabouts and your new change of career.

Whatever problems he ran into, there was nothing that money couldn’t solve.

As he made his way down the stairs that morning, he smelt something unusual. Steve had never woken to the smell of bacon and he had certainly never heard you humming sweet songs before. He saw the back of you first as he walked into the kitchen, knowing you were whisking away at some mixture in a bowl.

Steve moved cautiously but you easily picked up on his movements. Part of Steve was surprised to see that you were still you. He hadn’t seen such a happy look on your face since the two of you had been engaged, “Hey, honey bear,” You greeted him and Steve could now see you were whisking pancakes, “Did you sleep well?”

Steve moved closer and you heard yourself say, “Don’t be shy, I’m making those pancakes you like from our favorite brunch spot.”

“I didn’t think … how did you …”

You guessed what he was thinking easily, “I did a bunch of research and I found the recipe online. I hope I can make them just like you like them,” You set down the bowl, walking over to peck his lips. Your lips still felt the same which comforted Steve, “Why don’t you sit down at the table? I’ll bring them to you!”

“Oh,” Steve perked up, “I can help you. Where’s the recipe?”

“No need. Let me take care of you, please,” You searched his eyes for permission, “It’s the first day of our new life together and I just want to show you how much I love you.”

Steve nodded and you pecked his lips again. You smiled, knowing how much telling him that you loved him had please him.

In the little breakfast nook, there was already a table full of food, the sunlight streaming in from the tall windows and illuminating the feast. Steve estimated that you had probably been cooking for hours at that point. A glass of orange juice as well, a cup of hot coffee was and today’s newspaper was waiting for him at the head of the table.

You were completely focused on following the recipe, having measured everything precisely and you were now making perfect circles of batter in the frying pan.

Steve watched your dress swing from side to side as you moved your hips, humming to some classical song. He had just realized that you’d chosen a blue dress, his favorite color, and you were wearing your hair just like he preferred. When you brought the tray of pancakes over to the table, you had an excited but expectant look on your face. You were probably as nervous as Steve was earlier.

As you placed them in front of Steve, you stepped back and folded your hands over your apron,

“You aren’t going to sit down?” Steve asked, grabbing his fork.

“Would you like me to sit down?” You asked, a pleasant look on your face.

“Yes, please,” Steve emphasized the seat beside him. He had a look of surprise on his face as if he hadn’t expected you to ask that. You maneuvered into the seat, neatly flattening your dress as you made yourself comfortable.

You looked back at Steve, still expectant, “You don’t want to eat?”

“Of course, if that’s what you’d like, my love,” You started to fill your plate with scrambled eggs and pieces of fruit from the bowl you prepared. Even as you spooned the food into your mouth, the taste not registering in your mouth, you watched him. You made sure to push the syrup closer to him as you waited.

When his fork finally picked up the food, your eyes were wide.

“It takes just like the pancakes at Orla’s,” Steve complimented and you felt your heart race. You touched your chest, your cheeks feeling warm, as happiness flooded you, “They’re delicious, Y/N.”

“I’m so glad,” You beamed, “Eat more, please. Would you like a muffin? Sausage? I can blend you up a fresh smoothie.”

Steve placed a hand over yours, trying to stop you from ranting, “No, everything is perfect.”

And Steve meant it.

When Steve finished his plate, you brought it to the sink despite his wishes to help you with dishes. When you came back to the table, you leaned in for what Steve thought was another peck on the lips. He was surprised when you deepened the kiss, resting your hands on the armrest as you leaned into him.

When you pulled away, you weren’t even breathless, “You look very handsome this morning, Steve,” You told him, adoration in your eyes as you memorized every feature of his strong face, “Would you let me have the honor of pleasing you?”

“I’m already feeling pleased,” Steve grinned not expecting your hand to run down his chest and then over his boxers, “.... oh.”

“Please?” You pouted, feeling him through the fabric. He grew harder against your grasp and, by his pupils, you could tell he liked it, “Just let me touch it. Please, Steve?”

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, nodding as he was left speechless. You reached into his boxers, grabbing his member which made Steve melt back into his chair. You freed it from its confinement, leaning down to let a trail of your spit coat the sensitive tip, “Just like that, Y/N,” You up and down his shaft, twisting and rubbing your thumb over the tip.

You moved down to kneel in front of him, “I wanna taste it, Steve. I wanna taste you so bad,” You moaned, moving your mouth closer to him.

“Put my cock in your mouth, baby,” You smiled before tasting the tip with your tongue, “Good girl. Oh, you’re an angel.”

You took him all the way into his mouth, your tongue trailing down his shaft as you went deeper. You bobbed your head up and down, your tongue creating a swirling motion. Despite your eyes watering, you kept perfect eye contact, trying to show him how much you were enjoying the privilege.

When your mouth tired, you used your hand to continue the work though Steve didn’t seem to mind at all. When you felt he was close, you slowed your motions, “Steve, please cum inside of me?” You begged, your hand still stroking his cock.

He nodded eagerly, knowing you hadn’t taken your birth control for an entire week. You got up from the ground, lifting your dress skirt as you climbed on top of him. Your eyes were locked on each other as you slid your panties to the side, sliding down on his cock. He was already close, you knew that, and you were desperate to feel his warmth.

“You want me to put a baby in you?” Steve grunted as you began to ride him. He grabbed a hold of the back of your neck, pulling you further into him. Your forehead pressed to his, your moans and pants began to mold together.

“Please!” You moaned.

“You want me to make you a Mommy, huh?”

“Please! Yes, please! I want you to make me a Mommy, Steve,” You smiled, the idea only filling your virtually empty mind with happiness. You'd try your best to be a wonderful mother and wife. “Oh, thank you-”

As you felt his warmth fill your insides, it was confirmation that you had pleased your husband properly. He slowly let you go so you could feel every inch that you just took.

“Jesus Christ,” He swore, panting as he leaned back in the chair, “This was the heaven on earth they were talking about.”

Steve could only imagine what came with lunch and dinner.

Suddenly the sun outside caught your attention, “It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”

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physicalturian · 4 years ago

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[G] A promise of hope - Gojo Satoru X GN!Reader

Request from @waywarduniversityshepherdturtle “Hi can i request for a jealous Gojo Satoru where out white haired guys is *kinda* intimidated with his s/o's good looking ex? Can start with an angst and end with a fluff ❤“

[No pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] [No spoilers from the anime or the manga]

Words: 2817 Warning: Angst, fluff, mention of death (thought he died)

It all happened because of one small thing, one joke. But it was the joke too many. I was trying to have a proper, serious discussion and he had to take it light-heartedly. He had to fool around, I loved him deeply but now was not the time. I was worried for him. Yes, he was strong, one of the strongest if not the strongest, but I could not help but get antsy, waiting for him to come back to the apartment we shared. We had promised each other to always come back, it was a stupid agreement to come to considering our line of work, but it helped us, or at least it helped me get some sort of reassurance.

Except he did not come home last night, I was left waiting alone in the apartment, anguish eating me up as I sat in the couch. From there I had a good view of the door, and I could see him if he entered, bloody, beaten or just tired. Most of the time, it was just tired, and I was glad for that, and on rare occasion there were a few scratches covering his clothes and skin. We would treat them, then go to bed.

But tonight, was not like that, I waited and waited. The clock ticking nearby reminding me of the silence that was wrapped around me, the lack of presence in my home. The lack of partner being loud and obnoxious. I just waited. Time was running by, but not quickly enough, it was painfully slow and my heartbeat was going as fast as the awful thoughts in my mind. Maybe the curse was too strong? Maybe he was working with someone and they turned on him? Maybe he was… maybe he was dead.

Those thoughts plagued my mind and never left as stress coursed through my body. I was tempted to call him, but I knew it would be too risky to call during a mission. My hands clasped on my knees did not stay there long, I kept moving, shifting on the spot, hands dry and cold. My stomach churning. I could not get any ounce of sleep that night, I simply waited, and waited some more. He never came home.

At some point during that restless night, I fell asleep. When I heard a sudden noise in the house, I was startled awake and was ready to use my power when I saw the grinning face of my partner who stood by the fridge. The door of the latter was open as he looked at me over his shoulder. Slowly, I let my arms fall to my side and felt all the tension leave my body before shuffling towards him. I did not know what to say, maybe I was overexaggerating, maybe… but I dreaded his death, and here he was, fresh as a daisy. “Heya, I didn’t want to wake you up, you seemed sound-“ “No. Don’t.” I interrupted him as I gripped his hand and made him let go of the fridge door.

I then closed it and stood by him; I do not know what I was feeling. Enraged? Relieved? Seething… Exhausted, sad… “What? Are you okay-“ “I’m not! I’m not okay, I thought- I thought you had fucking died Satoru!” He chuckled in response. He waved a hand in front of me, dismissively, while smiling. “I can’t die that easily, come on, who do you think I am? Ye of little faith-“ “You did not come home…” I breathed out. I was surprised by how weak my voice sounded as I looked at the floor, I wanted to sleep. But I was very awake, so many emotions were mixing up inside me. “Itadori let me stay at his place, I was too tired.” He explained, adding that I was overreacting.

“Am I? Am I really? … Maybe I am… but, you know you- we-“ I gulped and shook my head. “That promise of coming home, I’m holding onto that every night, because you promised you’ll come home…” He laughed, he placed a hand on my head and laughed. “Come on, it’s just a silly little thing-“ “It’s not though, I care about that a lot, so when you did not come back, I panicked.” I explained a bit heartbroken. I thought we both needed that promise, I thought it helped us both but maybe it was only to indulge me.

Cradling my face in his hands, he looked at me without ever taking off his glasses, “You got a little worried for me? How cute, look at you all-“ I slapped his hands and turned away, feeling some sort of humiliation from how he was treating me. “Satoru? Fuck you, I’m asking you to be serious for two fucking minutes and you’re being an asshole. I thought you were dead; can you get that through your thick skull? Can you at least try to understand what I’m feeling or is it too much to ask?” I had no control over the anger, the frustration, seeping through my words. I was tired.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled in a calming manner, hoping it’d help. Once I calmed at least a little bit, I placed a hand on his cheek. “Forget it, you’re home, right? That’s what matters, right? So how about you get some rest, and I’ll go see a friend.” I tried to force a gentle smile on my face, but deep down I felt a need to let it all out. He reached out for me, but I shook my head, taking his hand a few seconds before letting go. He said he could get changed and he could come along, but I refused, telling him I just wanted to spend some time with my friend.

After getting dressed, I left the apartment in a rush and called my old friend that also happened to be my ex-boyfriend. He picked up quite fast and greeted me energetically, I tried to match his eagerness but he noticed how off it sounded and asked me what was going on. “I… I need some advice, someone to talk to- It’s okay if you’re busy though- you know what, forget it-“ “No, no, I’m just jogging in the park, let’s meet up there? How long will you take?” He asked softly, I heard the microphone rub against his shirt as he ran and it was slightly unpleasant but I couldn’t say anything, at least he picked up.

“Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be there. The usual spot?” I asked, he agreed and said we’d see each other soon, before hanging up. I arrived right on time at our usual spot, being a picnic table under a big tree by the pond in the park in which we met a few years back. I don’t regret our relationship, but we only dated because we thought that’s what was going on between us, love, except we were better off as friends.

Once I arrived, I could see him sitting on the table, not the bench around it, as he chugged his large bottle of water. He was very sweaty and no amount of slight breeze could freshen up his looks, and yet he was still pretty handsome like that. I suppose I had taste. Even though I did not feel anything for him anymore, I could observe a painting and see he had charms, that did not change. “Hi gorgeous beast.” He said as he tried to pull me into a hug, but I pulled back telling him he stank. He chuckled and patted the spot next to him, “It’s the smell of hard work, you wouldn’t know.” I would usually laugh, but right now I was not in the best mood, and he noticed.

He did not waste time and asked me right away what was going on, I was taken aback but told him, vaguely what was going on. I did not say my boyfriend was a sorcerer, nor did I tell him about curses but I mentioned we were in a dangerous line of work both of us and everything else he needed to know. “… And he always jokes around, most of the time I love it but today, I was just… I genuinely thought he had died, and he did not realize that and kept treating it light-heartedly.” I sighed.

My friend hummed pensively before speaking, “I think he’s masking his own worry with jokes, and tried to make you feel better by doing it to you too? Like, you know, like, maybe if he made it seem like he was perfectly fine, you’ll feel better? I don’t know the man, but I don’t think he meant wrong- he’s just lacking some social cues clearly.” He explained with a light tone as he drank some more. “You’re right… I just, I just wished he had sent me a text, or at least hugged me when he got home, perhaps apologize… but that one is stupid because he did not do anything wrong, I don’t know what I want…”

Huffing a laugh, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and brought me in a side hug. “Tell him that, I’ll give you a hug, if you want you can cry too, I’m already very moist anyway so, tears aren’t going to change much.” I hit his chest playfully when he said that and draped one arm over his back as I thought. “Yeah… you’re right… I miss him, I really want hold him right now, to feel him, know he’s alright, you know?-“ “Alright there, that’s a bit too much here, touch him if you will but please don’t tell me about it.” He said jokingly as he let go of me before standing up. “But now, for real, tell him that. I’m sure he’ll understand, he plays stupid but he ain’t dumb.” “Right, right… yeah. Thank you so much for indulging in my little twists and sob stories.”

“Hey, anytime. I’m always there for you, alright? Come on, take care, see you around!” He said as we bumped our fists, before jogging off.

After that, I went back home. When I walked up the stairs, I could hear heavy footsteps inside the apartment and slowly opened the door, careful not the make noise. What greeted me was no burglar, but it actually was my boyfriend who seemed to be pacing in the living room. I knew I could not catch him off guard, so when I dropped my keys in the bowl by the entrance, he turned towards me and rushed to my side. “Are you going to leave me? He’s hot, sure- but I can do better, I swear I didn’t mean-“ “Wait wait wait, what are you on about?” I cut him off in his ramble in a confused expression.

“The man you were with-“ “You followed me? Satoru… Privacy, just privacy, I’m asking for a tiny bit of that…” He shook his head and gripped my biceps hard, “You were with another guy! Is it because of something I did? Do you want me to be more muscular? He’s hot, yeah, but is he as strong as me-“ I cut him off once more but gripping his jaw, not too tightly, but enough to purse his lips. “You’re jumping to conclusions. Do you think so low of me? To cheat on you?” “No- no cheating, like not yet but I would understand because he’s kind of looking like a Greek god-“ I sighed and let go of him, asking him to stop talking for one second.

And surprisingly, he did. I took that opportunity to measure my words, before speaking carefully. “Don’t stalk me, and don’t assume shit about me, that’s the first thing.” I waited for him to nod, then continued, “He’s my ex-“ “You’re going back with your ex?! For one joke- come on, that’s-“ “I’m not cheating on you, what the fuck? Why do you think so low of me? What do I look like to you? Wait, you know what?” I hit his chest, not too hard but enough to let some anger out, then once more, and again, and again until I couldn’t feel the need to do it anymore. “That one fucking joke, I hated it! You’re strong asshole, sure, sure, ok. But anything could happen out there! And you did not come back, okay?” I let out a shaky breath, making Satoru a bit confused as he took off his glasses and looked at me, lost.

“You might not care about that promise, but it helps me a lot… and until last night, you kept it… and in my head, the only image I could think of, was your motionless body, somewhere….” I let go of his shirt and moved away from him to sit on the floor, my back sliding against the wall. “And you laughed it off… It felt humiliating, and then, you think I’m cheating on you? No, I asked my ex, my best friend, what I should do, because I was hurt… and he just gave me good advice… As a friend.” I reiterated that part, to make sure my boyfriend understood who the man I hung out with, was.

For once, the famous Gojo Satoru was speechless and he slowly knelt down by my side. His expression had no cockiness, no pride, no joy, just pain, understanding and sorry. “I did that… I didn’t mean to, I just feel like, I have to… I wanted to make you smile, I didn’t know how, so I thought you’d laugh a bit then kiss me, I didn’t realize you were that worried… I fucked up…” He was not a man known for his great words, he also had a hard time apologizing but I could feel he was feeling bad about it, but so was I and while he was sorry, my chest still ached. “I’m sorry babe… I really hold onto that promise too, I just… I don’t know why I said that, I want to come home to you as much as I want you to come home to me safely.” He whispered as he took hold of my hand.

Sighing I looked at our intertwined hands and tightened my grasp on his hand, his slender fingers brushing the back of my hand. “You’re strong, I know that but I can’t help it Sato… And I really want to know you’re safe-“ “How can I make you understand that I’m fine? I’m peachy, I swear, want to see my hot body-“ When he started to lift his shirt, I interrupted him, “Hug me. Just hug me, please.” My words struck confusion in him. He stared at me as he let go of the hem of his shirt, then slowly let go of my hand before bringing me close to his chest and laying down on the floor with me, not letting me go.

It was a tight hug, not bone-crushing but perfectly tight. Warm, reassuring, loving…. I heard him whisper gentle words to my ears and brush his hands over my back as I enjoyed the moment. The ache in my chest was slowly dissipating, letting the heartwarming feeling of comfort take most of the space in it. But there was still one thing left to discuss.

Clearing my throat, I heard my boyfriend hum curiously. “Did you really think I’d cheat on you just because he was hot?” I asked, dumbfounded. The white-haired man chuckled nervously and looked to the side, “I mean, to be fair, he’s like super hot, so you’d be in the right-“ I hit his chest, “Never! I would never cheat on you, plus you’re so much hotter, if that’s what you were worried about.” It was one of the rare times I could see a blush on his cheeks as he looked down at me, the angle making his chin look funny. But the blush quickly disappeared, “I know I am, I’m Gojo Satoru- I could probably beat him at his jog, I have a lot of stamina- and you know about that, I know how much you like what I do with my hand when you-“ “Hey, hey, it’s a cute moment, don’t ruin it. Yes, you’re cute, you’d beat him of course, hugs now.”

He laughed and held me tight as his head hit the ground with a thud. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, I love you too much to go through that again…” I mumbled shyly against his chest. He placed a hand on the back of my head in response and kissed it gently, “I’ll try, I promise.”

Those promises were not worth much in our line of work, but they kept me hoping and hope is what makes us live, hopefully it’ll be a long life.

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aewhore · 4 years ago

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Sour candy kisses~ Nick Jackson x reader (NSFW)

You and Hangman are childhood best friends and you talk/text every day and your boyfriend Nick thought he was okay with it but his jealous side does come out to play slightly however you put his mind to rest and assure him nothing is going on in the only way you know how. (Sexy time ensues)

Hanging out backstage at AEW dynamite was always the highlight of your weeks, seeing your coworkers who became friends and your friends who became family made your Wednesdays just a little brighter. You were sitting in the EVP dressing room, joking and chatting with Matt and your boyfriend of 3 years, Nick. You loved having some downtime with Matt and Nick when you all weren’t running around booking the shows. You sat on the large comfy couch in the dressing room when your phone went off. Your brows furrow slightly at the unexpected interference.

Hangy:

Hey Y/N! You free?

You can’t help but smile at your phone when you see a text from your favourite lone cowboy Adam Page. You and Adam had been best friends for what felt like your entire life, You had met on the first day back in preschool and You were both the only wrestling fans in your school so you stuck to each other like glue. Your fingers raced across your phone screen as you replied.

Y/N:

Oh hell yeah I am! Meet ya in the café in 5!

You locked your phone and slipped it into your hoodie pocket before beginning to stand from the couch, shimmying out of Nick’s arms. “Hey, where ya going?” Nick pips up, You rolled your eyes at Nick’s protest at the loss of your body heat. “I’m going to meet up with Adam in the cafeteria, do you want me to bring you back anything?” You turn towards Nick in time to catch his face sour slightly. “Oh ok, nope I’m good” The bitterness towards Adam seeped into Nick’s voice. You shoot him a glare before you shake your head and leave. Not even wanting to justify his harshness towards the lone cowboy. “tell him we say hi” You hear Matt yell as the door closes behind you. As you walk from the EVP dressing room to the cafeteria you can’t help but grin at seeing your best friend. You don’t make it to the cafeteria when you hear Adam call out your name. You twist around to see Adam jogging towards you with a fast-food bag and two drink cups which you can only assume are milkshakes. “Took you long enough, come on let’s go find a table, I got something real funny to show you”

Fast forward an hour and you and Adam are still in the cafeteria, empty food containers stuffed back in the fast-food bag as you and Adam huddle around his phone to watch what felt like the 200th funny dog video he showed you today. “Look, look the dog is in the driver’s seat of the truck, why is he there? He can’t drive!” Adam could barely get a sentence out because you were both wheezing so hard. “Man, where do you find this stuff? This is the greatest thing ever!” Ever since Adam was kicked out of the elite, you were thankful whenever you got to see him be carefree and laugh like he used to. You pulled your phone out and nearly gasped at the time, Dynamite would be over at any moment so you had been in the cafeteria for nearly an hour. You see a text notification pop up from Nick.

Pretty Nicki:

Me and Matt gonna go with good brothers to grab a bite to eat, I’ll meet you back at the hotel. xx

Your brows furrow slightly at the bluntness of Nick’s message. Normally if he goes for food after dynamite, he brings you but you dismiss those thoughts and reassure yourself that it isn’t that deep. You reply to him, telling him you’ll get a ride with Adam and that you’ll see him back at the hotel later on. “Is everything okay?” You hadn’t noticed Adam stopped laughing and was looking very concerned at the suddenly sad look in your eyes. “Oh nothing, Nick is just going to get food with Matt and the good brothers.” You explained as you tucked your phone back into your jeans. “Without you?” Adam inquires, You’re slightly confused at Adam’s question. “I mean yeah, we don’t have to do everything together.” You turn to look him in the eye. “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it, just a question. Do you need a ride back to the hotel then?” Adam was quick to change the subject away from Nick. “Oh yeah, do you mind? I hate to spring this on you” You felt guilty but Adam’s quick response helped put you to rest. “Y/N don’t be like that, you know you ain’t a bother to me. Go grab your stuff and I’ll meet you by the truck out front” You smile at Adam before grabbing the rubbish in front of you and standing to go throw it away on your way to get your things from the locker room.

There was a comfortable silence between you and Adam as he drove you both back to the hotel. One of Adam’s many country music playlists was softly playing in the background. As you rounded the corner into the Hotel car park you take your phone out to check if Nick text you back and he had read the message. You’re pulled from your thoughts by Adam cutting off the engine and hopping out of the truck. You follow suit and round the back to the bed of the truck to grab your bags when you see Adam handing them to you. “Oh thanks, hangy” you take the bags from him and he leads the way towards the hotel lobby. “Anytime darling, do you need to check-in?” He asks when you fall into step with him. “Oh No, Nick checked in earlier so I already have the key.” You pull your key card out of your purse and wave it towards him. “I see, I ain’t that organised so I gotta check-in, Talk to ya later then.” You and Adam stop in the centre of the lobby to bid your goodnight’s. “Alright, Adam I’ll text ya tomorrow morning.” You pull him into a hug and you give him a tight squeeze before releasing him so you could start walking towards the elevator towards the back of the lobby.

Slotting your key into the key card reader, you were happy to see that tiny green light flash allowing you into the room. You see the lights in the room are already on indicating that Nick has returned to the room before you. “Hey, baby I’m back” You give out a soft shout as you dump your bags and jacket on the floor beside Nick's luggage. You enter the room to see Nick sitting on the bed on his phone with his back towards you. Before you can say anything he stands and swiftly walks into the bathroom nearly slamming the door after him. “Jeez someone has an attitude all of a sudden.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s attitude before you walk back to open your luggage to grab your nighties to get ready for bed. After you’ve changed Nick exits the bathroom, in his usual bed attire a pair of old basketball shorts and a black tank top. He stops to plug in his phone as you walk around him to enter the bathroom, leaving the door open behind you. “How was the dinner with the good bro’s?” You ask before beginning to brush your teeth. “Oh, you know the usual, Doc messing around, Anderson hyping him up and Matt being an idiot. Normal stuff.” You laugh at the understatements in Nick’s recollection of the night out. You spit out and rinse your mouth out before leaving the bathroom and walking to your side of the bed to plug in your phone and prepare for sleep.

“So how was your dinner date with Adam?” Nick pipes up as he sits with his back against the bed’s headboard lazily flicking through the channels on the TV. You eye him up before responding “Nick we’ve been over this, Adam is my best friend and that’s it.” He turns his full attention towards you before speaking again. “Oh really, is that why you were cuddling in the middle of the cafeteria?” You could tell he was getting irritated but so were you. “We were not cuddling in the cafeteria, Jesus Christ It’s like you don’t trust me at all sometimes.” You were tired and annoyed at having to defend your friendship to Nick. “I do trust you Y/N, I just don’t trust him” You roll your eyes at his lame excuse. “What’re you rolling your eyes for? It's the truth, I don’t trust him!” It took everything in you not to laugh at that. “Come on Nick it shouldn’t matter if you trust Adam or not if you trust me! You’re just being mean to him because you’re jealous!”

Nick let out a shocked breath before smiling. “I am not jealous of that idiot” You ignored his petty attempts to get you to defend Adam. you saw through his mind games. “I think you are” You’re getting giddy now, you’re under the younger Jackson brother’s skin. “Am not” He childishly quips back. “Oh you’re so jealous of my big strong cowboy” You stoked the flames in Nick’s eyes as you sat facing him on your knees. “Why would I be jealous of that bumbling drunk?” You were still smiling at Nick as he glared daggers back at you. “Hmm, that’s a good question why would you be jealous of that tall, muscular southern boy who was one half still the longest-reigning tag champs in AEW history, with golden hair and-” You’re inputted from your mocking when Nick grabs your knees to pull you towards him before you fall back so you’re now on your back with Nick towering over you. Your hips trapped under his with your legs spread to either side of his waist. He’s replying most of his body weight on his forearms which frame your head. His face mere inches from your own. “Are you done?” He leans down to growl into your ear.

You grin to yourself knowing you’ve won. You let out a small shaky breath before nodding into his shoulder. “Good, now as I was saying, I could never and will never be jealous of that dumbass cowboy because he could never make you feel the things I do.” He has your hips locked against the mattress and you can’t help but try to grind up against him. He smirks at your attempt at more friction. “I know what you want baby girl, but I ain’t gonna give it to you” You whine at this unfair denial of your pleasure. “Why not?” you demanded to know. “I need to hear you say it” You were confused at Nick’s request. “Hear me say what?” Nick raises himself so that he’s looming over you, his icy Atlantic ocean blue eyes staring into your own. “I need to hear you say that I am far better than that idiot in every single way, I have a better body than him, I’m a better tag wrestler than he could ever dream of being, I got the greatest damn hot tag in the business and I have far superior hair than him.” Seeing Nick’s arrogant in bed was intoxicating, he had never gotten like this with you before but now you knew you would be pushing his buttons more often. “Baby Do I have to? I mean I bet I could call up Adam and he’d give me whatever I wanted” You were being bratty but you loved it. “Oh baby girl don’t lie to yourself like that, he could never give you what I give you, he could never make you feel as good as I do.”

The passion in Nick’s eyes took your breath away. Nick shifted his weight onto one forearm as he moved his other hand down to roam the side of your ribs and to ghost your breast, arching your back towards his hand did nothing as he’d move before you could get the touch you carved “Nick I need you, I need you to make me feel good” You wanted Nick so bad at this point. “Hmm, I think I need some more convincing. Beg me for it.” Nick’s arrogant smirk was driving you crazy. “Please Nick, please you know you’re the only one that can make me feel this good” Nick was trailing kisses along your jawline as you pleaded with him. “How could I possibly turn away my needy little slut? I’m gonna make you feel so good you forget how to say your own name.” small moans and whimpers were escaping your lips as Nick nipped and sucked your neck slowly making his way down your body. “You’re wearing too many clothes, off, now” Nick demands as he stands up to tower over you as he strips himself. You rush to strip as quick as you can, throwing your clothes aimlessly off the bed.

You lay back on the bed on your bed as Nick stands naked between your spread legs. Nick’s hands roam your thighs before bends down to lay open mouth kisses along your inner thigh travelling from your left knee up to your crotch purposefully skipping your pussy as he travels back up your right leg leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. Your attempt to buck your hips towards Nick is stopped by one of Nick’s muscular arms resting on your pelvis keeping you pressed against the mattress. Nick’s teasing streak continues as he delivers a long swipe of his tongue to your pussy just stopping before your clit. Before You can whine at his negligence of your clit he pulls back slightly only to spit on you before he begins to give gentle kitten licks to your clit, causing your moans to slowly build in volume. He gives more general attention to your pussy before he suddenly latches onto your clit causing you to scream his name. The onslaught of a rhythm he builds, long swipes of his tongue on your pussy before teasing your hole that was clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled before he focused his attention onto you pulsing clit, has the coil in your pelvis tightening by the second. You didn’t care if the entire hotel knew you were screaming Nick’s name at this point. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the coil in your pelvis snaps and you cum onto Nick’s face. You don’t get rest as Nick continues to tongue fuck you through your orgasm. Once you’ve slightly caught your breath you look down to Nick still kneeling between your thighs with a sly smile on his face, before you can ask his plans you feel one of his calloused, long fingers tease your quivering hole. Your head falls back against the mattress as you feel his finger plunge onto you. He shallowly thrusts his finger in and out of you. You can feel him brush against your G spot and you are begging him for more before you even think about it. He grants your wish by sliding a second finger into you. You feel him resume his pace, thrusting his two fingers into you, the pressure against your g spot building and building. You felt him slip a third finger into you and your hand moves down to grab onto his head as the feeling of fullness makes your head spin. With the pace of Nick’s fingers being thrust into you, You can feel your second orgasm approaching. Suddenly he leans down and begins to suck on your clit and your vision goes completely white as your second orgasm of the night hits you.

He continues to thrust into you through your orgasm before he slides his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss. He climbs back up your body before he settles above you. He raises the fingers that were in you to his lips before they disappear into his mouth as he licks off your cum from his fingers. You moan at the sight of him licking your essence off his fingers before he takes them out and he lowers himself onto you to capture your mouth in a breathtakingly passionate kiss. Feeling his body weight pressing you into the mattress with his arms around you and his lips locked onto your own provided you with a level of comfort that only he could give you. Your hands rise from your sides to tangle in his long luxurious hair. You feel his hard erection against your inner thigh and you raise your hips slightly off the bed to grind against it. You hear a groan from Nick as his hand settles on your neck, holding your face in place as he moves back slightly to stare into your eyes. You feel Nick move his other hand down to his dick as he holds the shaft of it to tease you by sliding through your folds before he begins to slowly slip the tip into your hole. You can feel yourself trying to tighten around Nick, you feel the need to have Nick inside of you build and build.

Before you can beg, Nick grants your wish by thrusting into you. From the get-go, he sets a mind-numbing pace. Fucking you so hard and deeply that you feel like he’s fucking the breath out of your lungs. Nick moves both of his hands underneath your thighs to pin your knees up to your chest in an agonisingly good position. The coil in your pelvis was tightening with every thrust Nick delivers to you. Your moans were mixing with Nicks and you can feel his thrusts start to stutter as his own orgasm was fast approaching. You feel one of Nick’s hands move around your thigh so he could rub tight quick circles onto your clit. The sudden spike of pleasure causing your third orgasm of the night to hit you out of nowhere. Your pelvic muscles tighten and pulse around Nick causing his thrusts to stutter, he thrusts into you a few more times before he paints your walls with his cum. He releases your thighs before he collapses on top of you causing your break out into a smile. You raise your hands to rub his back and comb through his hair. He raises his head slightly to gaze into your eyes. “Did I make you feel good princess?” Nick smiles as you both break into giggles. “Oh yeah Nick, You made me feel real good” You lay gentle kisses on Nick’s face. You loved having Nick in your arms like this, his head nuzzled into your neck. You can feel the gentle smile on his face as he gives your neck lazy kisses. “I love you Nicki” You mumble “I love you too baby.” You hear Nick grumble into your neck as you feel yourself lull into sleep.

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chuuulip · 4 years ago

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In My Bones

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Vampire AU)

Warning: 18+, Steve being a tease, Oral (female receiving) NSFW, PWP,

Words: 2043

Summary: You haven't seen your vampire boyfriend for a month, and by that, a night in a club might alleviate your loneliness, even just for a while.

Prompt: This fic used multiple prompts as followed:

I’m gonna rip these panties off and shove my tongue between your sweet lips

I know how this goes. First you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then at the end of the night, you ask for my number

A.N: This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club and @the-mcu-horniest-book-club as well as @drabblewithfrannybarnes. I’m feeling an early Halloweenesque so I pulled back my vampire boyfriend Steve (He might appeared again on Halloween!). This story is kind of a continuation from "In my veins" but I think you don't need to read it to read this. This piece isn’t beta and if there’s a grammar mistake, that will be on me 😉 I just want to do some short smut things, lol happy reading!

You stared down on your reflection in the dim bathroom. Makeup looks bolder than what you used too, but you didn't care. Your cat-eye eyeliner and your hair were on point. Soft lips were repainted with the red shade lipstick that suited you, not to mention extra blush to the cheeks. Tired of the piled up homework and grading you do in the past week. Not to mention the absence of constant skin to skin contact from your boyfriend made you dare yourself to go out with your friends tonight.

Feel satisfied with your look, you smoothened the black silk dress and exited the room. The sound of the music graced your ears when you were back on the dance floor. It's been what? couple hours since you arrived here with four other of your friends, but you can't find them anywhere. Likely either caught some hot guys or been seen by one. You strutted your way to the bar, body swayed lazily to keep up with the beat. When you decided on what drink you would have, a loud baritone voice interrupted you.

Turn your body to the side you were greeted by a tall and muscular man. His wide shoulder felt as if it meddled into your personal space. Flashes of light illuminated his blue eyes. The stubble decorated his face accentuated the strong jaw that God graced him with. Flickered your eyes back to him, you saw his pupils dilated. As if to try to adapt to the low-level light when all the lasers rotated and synchronized with the music.

Try to compose your cool; you tilted your chin up and faced him. "I know how this goes." With all the noise, you close the space between you and bite your lower lips. "First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then, at the end of the night, you ask for my number." Your red painted fingers trailed its way from the collar, down to the lapel's, and ended it in the zipper of his leather jacket.

The man gave you a lopsided grin. You can see his thick long lashes fluttered up as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "First of all, I have your favorite drink in hand." he grabbed the glass of booze that looked like it glowed in the dark and gave it to you.

"Second...how am I not supposed to tell you that you are pretty, because you definitely are." you bring the glass to your lips and drink the liquid inside. "Lastly, before the end of the night, I'm not gonna ask you for your number because I already have it." he grinned at you triumphantly, teeth all white, and canines showed up a little bit.

You pouted at your boyfriends and put the glass back on the table, whine in displeased, "you are no fun, Stevie."

He closed any space between the both of you. His chuckle shifted his fake attempt to flirt as if you were a stranger. "What? You want me to fake it till the end?"

"Hmm… I just missed you so much I can't help but do that when I saw you."

"I missed you too, baby girl." Steve closed his eyes as he rested his forehead down to yours. He inhaled deeply as if the smells of your body vaporized from his senses since last week. "You smell so good tonight, fuck." His big hand was stationed on your hips. He purposely spread his fingers and moved it back on your ass cheeks, kneaded it.

You let out a surprised moan as your fingers instinctively hold on to the lapels of his jacket. You weren't exaggerated things, but since you dated your infamous big, handsome and blonde vampire boyfriend named Steve, you've been experienced the dry spell. In the past three months, he graced you with something tho, mostly, the heavy petting. It's not that you hate it, really. Steve wasn't any regular man you usually met. Men who just want to go do gymnastics in bed after the first date. He's sweet and attentive. But sometimes you need more than just the fake vibration that rushed to your body through the plastic toy that you kept in your nightstand.

"Steve…" you have been pretty needy lately, and Steve's absence didn't help. Although you haven't slept together yet, he's a constant presence in your life these couple of months.

"Hmm...yes?" Steve's right hand ran up to your spine and rested at the base of your neck. His blue-eyed momentarily flashed, turned it into amber color, and switched it back again to blue. He landed his soft lips to you, and you accepted it eagerly. Your hands sneaked at his back to his shoulders, trying to pull him down to meet you. The soft kiss turned into something filthier as Steve demanded access inside your mouth. His left hand still held your ass as he let you know the evidence inside his jeans.

Withdraw yourself from the temptation that's Steve, your hazy eyes meet him. "Stevie…, please don't torture me, would you? Don't make me horny and then just leave me to my vibrator." You pouted at him, but you can't help grinded yourself on his hard-on.

Steve chuckled and led your leaned back temporarily at the bar table. His left fingers sneaked under your dress and crawled up. Your eyes widened in surprise as Steve's fingers played with the lace of your panty. "Steve…," you warned him. Your eyes look around as if you were afraid you get caught in the act of indecency. Though you weren't the only one.

"I'm gonna... " his fingers roamed over your clothed core, making you let out a soft moan. "— rip these panties off and shove my tongue between your sweet lips."

His words made your inner wall clenched involuntarily between nothing. He never expressed that before nor he ever touched you down there beyond the shield of your panty. "St—Steve…,"

"After that, I'm gonna suck your blood and drink that sweet nectar from your inner thigh." Good God why he's extremely hot and possessive today. Not that you hate it, really.

Steve kiss the side of your neck. Lips nipped tentatively at the vein there, made you let out a gasp.

"Hey, both of you get a room." Sam Wilson, the club owner that's also a good friend of Steve, appeared behind the bar.

You were startled in embarrassment. Pat your palms against Steve's back to get his attention.

"Sam!" you answered him a bit breathless, but apparently Steve didn't budge from his neck kissing. You let out a yelp as Steve lifted you up like you weight nothing and carried you over the shoulder. He gave you a smacked over your ass and turned his body to face Sam with a big grin.

"Sorry, Sam, doesn't plan to get carried away down here. See you, man."

"Have fun, you two." the familiar voice replied with a cheerful noise. When Steve turned away and led you further away from Sam, you crane your neck up to see Sam gave you two thumbs up and a big grin.

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With a quick stride, Steve opened the VIP room upstairs and locked it. He let your stilettos land on a concrete marble floor gently. Steve looked at you with hunger in his eyes as he slowly backed down to the leather chaise lounge in the room. There's a small stage complete with a metal pole in the center. He's not asked you to do a striptease, wouldn't he?

You never really pay attention to any stripper in the club nor that you're good at dancing, but no harm in trying, right? Steve lifted his left eyebrow as he saw you walk to the mini stage. Awkwardly, you try to move your body to the music outside. Slithered your body to the pole. The colorful light from the disco ball glowed as if it beats. Gave you the upper hand to look more alluring.

As if transfixed with Steve's word earlier, you pulled down your lace thong. You can clearly see the bulge behind Steve's jeans. God, how you wish Steve let you near that crotch of his. You turned your body, so Steve has a good look at your body. Teased him just a little bit with your skin as you hunched your black silk dress up your thigh. You did it again, but now you hunched it up to your hips. You were welcomed by the loud growl from Steve as he has a clear view of your supple ass. God, you're really wet right now. If Steve didn't do anything anytime soon, you wouldn't leave this room until you come.

"Fuck, come here, baby. Sit on my face." You turned your body to find Steve laid his back on the chair. "I want to taste you so bad." His words alone raised goosebumps on your skin. Without thinking any longer, you found your way to the chaise lounge, climbed on it—knees situated on both sides as Steve's head position in between.

Steve nimble fingers rolled your silk dress up to your hips. He traced his tongue over his lips at the sight of your wet core.

You looked down on him in your somewhat awkward position, "Stevie, are you sure? I will not forgive you if y—Ohhh—." You let out a surprised yelp and followed by a loud moan as Steve grabbed your thigh down and flicked his tongue on your wet folds. The coarser of his hair sent extra tingled on your sensitive skin.

He made your wet core sit on his mouth while he gave it a kiss. Not your usual smooches, but the one that's so filthy, saliva involved in it. Whatever he was doing in the past week finally opened the gate of opportunity for you. The prospect that Steve didn't afraid to touch you like a lover should.

"Uhhh—," your hands try to steady your upper body on the wall as Steve's relentless tongue gave you a languid lap. From the center of your folds up to your bundle of nerves. Over and over again, teased you. It easily riled you up as this was the first time Steve did things beyond playing with your tits or traced his fingers on your clothed core.

Your right hand instantly grabbed onto Steve's hair as his tongue entered your pussy. His hands spread your cheeks as he encouraged you to hump your wet core onto his mouth.

“Oh..God—ffuck!”

Every fiber of your body felt like its burn as his tongue fucked you so good. Steve used his fingers and made a slow but persistent circle on your clit. Heightened something that rapidly built-in your lower belly.

Steve held you still as he changed positions. With a several and insistent flicked and sucked to your clit, your inner wall spasmed uncontrollably in an instant. Your left hand covered your scream as your right one held a balance on Steve's hair. Your body arched like a bow, but Steve didn't stop. He let you ride him while your juices flooded his hungry mouth.

Your upper body rested on the upper head of the chaise lounges while Steve's still down there, lapped every bit of your juices.

Steve slipped off under your body and let you sat properly. He spread your legs and trailed his fingers on your swollen pussy. It excites him when it's quivered under his touch. "Such a sweet pussy you have, baby girl." He bent down and gave your clit a quick suck, made your body tremble, and a loud moan erupted out of you.

"Now for the final meal." Steve's blue eyes switched to his amber color one. You cupped his face and dragged it up so you can kiss him. The remnant of your cum still lingered on Steve's lips, something that you wanted to taste more often.

You withdraw from Steve and trail your fingers on his lips. His fangs showed up as he was ready for another feast. Your beautiful vampire boyfriend. With hazy eyes, you whispered words like the good girlfriend that you are, "my body is ready, Stevie."

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As always, comment and reblog are really appreciated ❤️. Let me know what you think about this.

#chris evans #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #vampire au #sweaterbaeschallenge #the ce horniest book club #the mcu horniest book ckub

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nerdyfangirl67 · 4 years ago

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There When You Need Me - Criminal Minds Reader Insert

Pairing: Derek Morgan x reader (I believe this is gender neutral but if it isn’t, let me know.)

Warnings: tw depression and depressed/dark thoughts, swearing

Word count: 1047

A/N: THIS IS A HEAVY STORY SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION. My inbox is always open if any of you need to talk.

I know I have a few POTO requests sitting in my inbox (I promise to all of you waiting on one that I will get them written :) ), but I wanted to write something for those of you that aren’t POTO fans. Y/N means your name.

You stare at the blank, white wall of your bedroom, trying to force yourself to get out of bed. It had been three days since you had done anything productive, including going to work. And the fact that you had only called in once probably wasn’t sitting well with Hotch, or the team, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You can’t sleep, your mind wasn’t focused enough to read a book and you didn’t feel emotionally up to talking to any of your friends. So that left you staring at the off-white wall in your bedroom.

Some time passes, how much you aren’t entirely sure, but you finally need to get out of bed to use the bathroom. You are stopped dead in your tracks as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on your way back to bed. Your hair is a mess, there are deep bags under your eyes, and your complexion is peaked to the point you almost look sickly. What your mirror doesn’t catch is the ripe smell of the lounge clothes you’d been wearing for the past three days or the empty feeling you’d had in your chest for the past few months. It doesn’t show the dark thoughts that are constantly floating around your head or the unhealthy change in your eating habits.You slowly make your way back to bed, crawling in under the covers and burying yourself away from reality. You eventually fall into a light sleep, something your body desperately needs.

A heavy pounding on your door wakes you only a few short hours later. You blink the sleep out of your eyes as you walk to your front door in a daze, not even caring enough to worry about your appearance. You open the door, already trying to come up with some sort of excuse to get the person to leave. The sight of the person on the other side of the door sends the half formed excuse flying from your mind.

“Derek.” You whisper, the shock of seeing your tall, muscular coworker and friend at your door in the state you were in leaving you speechless.

“Y/N.” His voice is low and gruff, almost as if he was holding something back. “I came to see if you were okay. Hotch hadn’t heard from you since Tuesday.” You feel a brief flash of guilt as you think about the number of unanswered calls and texts that were probably waiting for you to open on your phone, which had been lying in the corner of your room, dead. “Is everything alright?” He questions, moving forward a bit, almost as if he wanted in the apartment.

“Yeah…I-well…” You stammer, trying to find an excuse that was somewhat valid. You take a deep breath and slowly blow it out as you decide to just tell him the truth. You turn and walk back into your apartment. “No, it’s not okay. It hasn’t been for a long time.” You choke out as tears spring to the surface. You brush them away, not wanting Derek to see you cry. Derek is quiet as he follows you in, closing the door behind him. He leans against the wall as he waits, his eyes following your erratic pacing around the room.

“I feel like I’m surrounded by this dark cloud and it never goes away. I can’t outrun it, I can’t hide from it, it's just there.” You say, letting out a deep breath as you turn towards the window.

“I’m just so fucking tired Derek.” You whisper as you stare out the apartment window over the dark street below. It was almost as if the darkness that was consuming you from the inside out had flooded onto the street below. “Every day...every day I have to find some way to fight back the darkness inside and I am getting to the point where I don’t know if I can.” You turn from the window, still avoiding Derek’s gaze as you do, and move slowly back towards your bedroom. A gentle hand on your shoulder stops you. He trails his hand down your arm, lacing his fingers with yours.

“You don’t have to do it alone Y/N.” His voice is quiet but rough with emotion. He tenderly pulls you into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you, the feeling of which brings your emotions crashing to the surface. You sob uncontrollably, letting go of all the emotions you had had bottled up for so long.

It is a long time before you feel like you are able to step out of his hold without falling apart. He cups your face with one of his large, calloused hands, slowly tracing the line of your cheekbone. “Y/N, you are one of the strongest people I know.” He whispers, his thumb moving to lightly trail over the outline of your lips. “You’ll get through this and I’ll be here for you the entire way.”

Derek takes a step back, keeping one hand on your arm as he does. “How about I order some dinner while you take a shower? It’ll help you relax.” He asks, giving you a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. As much as you wanted to be left alone, you realize that it might actually do you some good to spend time with someone, especially if that someone was Derek Morgan. He not only was a member of your team, but a good friend. In fact, he was the first person at the BAU that you really connected with, aside from Penelope, who was basically your best friend since the moment you joined the team. The two of you had done a lot together in the past two years since you had started on at the BAU and you were almost inseparable in your free time.

You nod, giving him a half-hearted smile as you turn towards the bathroom. “Hey Derek?” You say, turning back to look at him. His dark eyes search yours. “Thank you, for everything.”

“Anytime baby girl, anytime. I’ll be there when you need me.” He says and with that you continue on your way to the shower, feeling like the cloud around you is finally starting to lift.

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redhoodieone · 4 years ago

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Panties or Us

This is a short fic. Fluffy and a little smutty (but not as much as I usually do). I wanted to write something with emotion and feelings for once, and I think I’m starting to get the hang of the fluffiness. 😊

A little practice goes a long way. And I apologize in advance for any spelling errors or just shitty ass mistakes in general.

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, and Misunderstandings.

Panties or Us

It’s no surprise Jason Todd is hot. Scratch that; it’s no surprise that he’s fucking sexy. Anyone would have to be blind to not see it, I mean, men and women everywhere have shown interest in him and even admire him enough to either want to be him or be with him.

I suppose my crush on him grew as fast and hard like a man’s erection when he took me under his wing. As a matter of fact, the whole Batfamily is training me as well:

Dick is my emotional support.

Tim is my technology support.

Damian is my meditation support.

Barbara is my sister support.

Bruce is my father figure support.

Alfred is my saint support.

And Jason is my training/fighting support.

Initially, he hated the idea of having “train” me. He tried to say he didn’t have time to be a “master” to a “grasshopper”, and had insisted Dick or Tim to take me. But after Bruce lectured him that he should have some sort of new responsibility to keep him out of trouble, Jason reluctantly agreed.

But that doesn’t mean he ever went easy on me.

For the first four months of our new partnership, it was a complete horror movie. We constantly argued. We constantly butted heads and had stormed off like bickering couples. We constantly found the need to hate each other more than ever.

And it was all because we didn’t know what to expect from the other.

Jason had always expected me to be fast, smart, and on my feet for anything and everything. Days of grueling workouts, late night stake outs, protein shakes daily, and lessons of self defense and some weapons.

NightBat, my superhero identity, is still considered the newest member of the Batfamily even though I have been working with them for over a few years. But luckily, I’ve learned how to fight well and even use guns with rubber bullets like Jason.

So, in a way, I became exactly like Jason.

But I never thought I could like him. Hell, I never thought I would ever like him-like him.

And believe me, I never thought I could ever fall in love with him.

But I did, and I’m in love with him.

I’m in love with Jason Fucking Peter Todd.

But being in love with Jason Todd is everything.

It hurts.

It’s confusing sometimes.

It’s beautiful.

It’s difficult.

It’s perfect.

It’s unfair.

Oh, boy...whoever said being in love with Jason Todd isn’t fair is lying.

Whoever said, “Being in love with Jason Todd is all sunshine, sex on heaven’s clouds, happily ever after, and all’s fair in life!” Is WRONG!!!

Because right now, it’s not fucking fair how Jason is staring down at the city with his back turned to me.

It’s not fucking fair how his thighs flex when he rearranges his gun holsters and how it makes me want to grind deliciously on those big muscular thighs.

It’s not fucking fair how I want to run my hands underneath his leather jacket just to feel his strong back and make him moan for me.

And it’s not fucking fair how he makes me want to drop to my knees and BEG him to let me suck his big hard cock.

Fuck. It’s also not fucking fair how I want to please him before he pleases me!

None of this is fucking fair. There. I admit it! I admit that I’m acting like a horny, spoiled bitch on the inside. And it’s not very pretty and lady like.

But how else am I supposed to behave and think when someone like Jason Todd is a sex God on a stick? He’s a delicious snack for fucks sake!

And how can I focus on saving people when all I can feel and think about is how wet my panties are?

“Why do I feel your eyes burning in the back of my head?”

Jason’s voice startles me. I stumble back and release a nervous sigh.

“I’m not. I swear!”

Yes, because I’m really staring at your fucking body, Jason.

Jason turns around to face me. He removes his trademark red helmet and holds it under one arm, while he digs into his jacket pocket with the other; while keeping his beautiful, addictive-staring blue eyes on me.

“Really? Do you honestly expect me to believe that?”

“Yes, because it’s the truth.”

Jason smirks. “You’re a horrible liar, sweetheart. You’re just as awful as Tim! Maybe that’ll be our next lesson for next week!”

He finally pulls out a Butterfinger candy bar from his pocket. He rips an end open and takes a big bite.

I softly whine when Jason moans in satisfaction at the taste and when he licks his lips. I suddenly want a taste.

Another thing that’s fucking not fair.

“Want a bite?” Jason asks me with a mouthful.

“Um...okay,” I say weakly.

Jason hands me the candy bar. I slowly and cautiously raise the sweet chocolate to my mouth and take a decent bite. It’s delicious. It’s a satisfying treat.

But it’s not as sweet as Jason, I imagine.

I hand over the candy bar back to Jason but he somehow looks offended at me. He pushes my hand back.

“Oh, come on, Y/N! Take a real bite! I’m not going to get pissed if you do,” Jason urges.

“But it’s yours, and I don’t want to eat it all,” I insist, handing it back to him.

“But I’m sharing it with you, doll. That’s why I offered it to you, so we can share it.”

Fuck...the way he calls me “sweetheart” and “doll” makes me feel all tingly inside. I almost believe and feel like I’m his girlfriend. The way my heart beats fast and slows down whenever he’s near me or far away makes me believe in it more than anything, because Jason is the only guy to ever do that to me.

But “sweetheart” and “doll” are common nicknames he uses for attractive women and close female friends.

And I’m just another female friend to him.

I sign heavily in defeat. “Okay,” I say, while taking a bigger bite of the candy bar. While chewing and tasting the dessert, I instantly notice Jason is staring at me with such intensity.

His pupils are blown wide.

His mouth is parted and he’s breathing almost hard.

He consciously or unconsciously licks his lips while watching me lick my own to make sure I don’t have any crumbs on me.

“Uh...here,” I say softly, and hand half the candy bar back to him. “I ate my half so the rest is yours. You can finish it.”

Jason reaches out to grab it but ends up pulling me instead by my wrist. My chest collides to his, and he gazes down at me with lust in his eyes.

“I rather have something else...and I’m not in the mood to finish it anytime soon,” he reveals in a deep voice. I shiver at just hearing him speak and feeling his hot breath on me.

I stare at him with confusion. “Wait, what?” I choke out, as he shuts his eyes and lowers his head to chuckle at me.

“You heard me,” Jason smirks.

But I’m confused. I’m literally confused right now!

“I’m sorry, Jay. I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” I admit quietly.

“You seriously don’t know what I’m talking about, Y/N?”

“I-I really don’t,” I whisper.

Jason immediately purses his lips and stares at me as if he’s trying to decide if he believes me or not. I stare back at him with anxiousness.

“You don’t believe me.”

I open my mouth to say something but I can’t. All I can do is stare at him in shock.

“You know I really like you, right?” Jason asks me. He smiles at me, and it makes my heart swell. “Y/N, you’re my babe. You’re my girl. You’re everything I want.”

I finally find my voice. “You-you like me? You really like me?”

Jason frowns. “Of course, I really like you! Why else would I have spent all this time with you? Why else would I have fought so fucking hard to be chosen by Bruce to be your mentor? I had to literally beat Dick’s and Tim’s ass to be with you!”

“But-but you didn’t want to be my mentor! You hated it! You hated me! You always bitched and whined about having to train me and spend all your time with me!” I say defensively.

Jason throws his head back and bursts out laughing. I immediately frown, my cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I instantly feel like I’m about to cry. Standing in front of someone as strong, handsome, fearless, and beautifully broken like Jason, while wanting to cry is intimidating.

A nightmare, really.

I want to run away. I want to run so far away from here that even detectives like Bruce and Tim could never find me.

Because just the thought of Jason seeing me cry and feel stupid is more painful than being alone and lost.

I can’t help but shake in embarrassment. My bottom lip quivers and my cheeks become wet from the few tears that refused to stay in my eyes.

Jason glances down at me for a second and quickly notices me crying and looking red in shame. His smile is gone. He’s concerned and looks ashamed for his actions. He gently reaches to wipe away my tears.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry if I made you feel upset and embarrassed. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was only laughing because I never once hated you or hated being with you,” he reveals softly.

“But...but you did,” I choke out sadly. “You

always acted like a total asshole to me.”

“Y/N, the only reason why I acted like a total asshole to you is because I was always lectured by Bruce to keep my feelings in check. He didn’t want me to like you more than a friend. He didn’t want me to flirt with you, didn’t want me to ask you out, didn’t want me to sleep with you, and didn’t even want me to get in a relationship with you,” Jason confesses. He lifts my chin up so I can look into his devastated eyes. “I wanted you ever since I met you, Y/N. I wanted to be the one you crushed on. I wanted to be the one you’d turn to for help. I wanted to be the one you’d run to if you needed someone to hold you. But I couldn’t. Bruce said if I broke any of his “golden” rules that he would replace me with Dick or Tim. But I couldn’t let him do that. I couldn’t let either of them take you away from me, just when I got you. That’s why I had to act like an asshole. If I acted like I didn’t care and didn’t want to be around you, I really thought that no one could find out how I honestly feel about you. But I guess you really believed what I was trying to sell you...”

I wipe my cheeks from the fresh set of tears that fell.

“But...what were you trying to do tonight then?”

Jason finally grins and brings me closer to him. He gazes lovingly at me.

“Y/N...I’m been trying to flirt with you all night here!” Jason confesses with a soft laugh. He lifts his head back up and looks at me with such adoration.

But I can’t help but feel like all this isn’t real.

Am I dreaming?

Did I fall off this big ass building and die?

Is Scarecrow fucking around with me with his scary-ass gas?

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I can’t help but stare at Jason with confusion.

Jason laughs nervously and moves both hands to hold my waist. I suddenly notice he dropped the candy bar just so he can hold me instead. He even looks down to see what I’m looking at, but he doesn’t say anything or even react.

His eyes are back on me, and he won’t look away for anything.

“Can you please say something? Can you please say anything before I fall apart in front of you?” Jason whispers. He’s so anxious. I’ve never seen him like this before. “I’ll hate myself more than I’ve ever had.”

“I-I really didn’t know you felt that way about me Jason,” I admit. I don’t necessarily know what to say, because I’ve never thought Jason would ever feel this way about me. “I just don’t know if you and I-“

“Okay! I get it! If you don’t feel the same way I feel about you, then just don’t say anything! I’ll understand. Fuck! Because why would a beautiful, smart, kind girl like you want with a total fucked up, zombie like me?! No one! Don’t even explain it to me, Y/N! Don’t get your fucking panties in a twist!” Jason snaps angrily. He removes his hands off me and takes a step backwards.

Jason appears really embarrassed and rejected; he looks as if he’s about to cry.

Because he confessed his true feelings for me. And he truly believes I don’t feel the same way about him like he does about me.

But I do feel the same way.

I love Jason.

But I’m afraid to say it right now, because Jason didn’t say he loved me. He just has feelings for me.

And Jason is about to leave me right now. He’s going to run away until he moves on and can face me again.

But I don’t want him to leave me. I don’t want him to think I don’t have feelings for him.

So, I think of something instead.

I’ll flirt back...just a little.

“Who says I’m wearing any panties?” I smirk.

Jason’s face falls. “What?” he splutters.

“I always go commando in this costume,” I shrug and smile at him. “It’s comfortable.”

I swiftly turn around and walk to the other side of the roof, just so Jason can have a good view of my ass. I know he’s flustered, and still spluttering all by himself. I turn back towards him and grin cockily.

“You’re not uncomfortable with that, or anything right Jay? I mean, you were honest with me a while ago, and I want to be honest with you, too,” I say innocently.

Jason finally looks like he’s got control over himself. He tries to smirk back at me. “No. I’m not uncomfortable at all. But I may need to see some evidence,” he reveals with a dark, lustful grin. “You know, so I won’t get distracted by you.”

I slowly walk backwards until I glance behind me and see an easy escape. “Well, then come and get me! If you catch me, I’m yours!” I shout, before I shoot from my grapple gun and jump off the roof; swinging to the other side.

“I’ll get you, Y/N. I’ll always come for you,” Jason confesses, as he runs fast to the edge to jump and chase after me. Just to find out if I’m wearing panties.

A game that’ll definitely lead to more.

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holylulusworld · 4 years ago

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Ms. Bodyguard – The black dress

Summary:��Jensen is used to be the hero on his show. He’s not a coward, not at all - but when he gets attacked by an unknown man the studio insists on a full-time bodyguard. Specialist in protecting people while living with them - you agree to protect Jensen but he doesn’t like the fact a ‘small’ girl shall protect him. Will you be able to protect the unwilling actor?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Bodyguard!Reader

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Clif Kosterman, ‘the shadow’

Warnings: angst, blood, slow-burn, attempted murder, comforting, injured reader, threats, a hint of making-out, tension, pining

A/N: Guardian angel is the readers codename. Sweetheart is Jensen’s.

A/N2: Please read the codewords or this chapter will be difficult to understand.

Codewords in this chapter:

Ares – drop everything and run

Zeus – attacker sighted

Athena – backup needed

Nemesis – attacker down

Asclepius – Guardian angel down/hit

Ms. Bodyguard Masterlist

Sleep didn’t come last night. While you tried anything to find a lead to ‘the shadows’ whereabouts and how he could survive your attack, Jensen always stayed close to you.

The tension thick enough to make being close to your client uncomfortable you shift in the armchair. All you want is to protect him, take your former lover down without getting involved with Jensen.

You know the way he looks at you too well. There is no denying he’s attracted to you and this will make things more complicated if the attacker tries to make a move.

“Jensen, it’s a no go.” Breaking the awkward silence you meet Jensen’s eyes. “I know how you feel. When something like that happens to people, they tend to fall for their bodyguards. It’s not going to happen, sweetheart.”

Jensen nods silently but he gives you a smirk. “Did you find anything about your former partner? Did your friend of a friend find any information?”

He tries to change the topic, but you don’t call him out, not today. “Nothing so far, Jensen but I got an idea. It’s not without a risk but I know how to lure the shadow out.”

“Shoot me, Terminator.” Jensen sips at his coffee, looking expectantly at you. “If we get hold of that monster, I am all in.”

“This weekend, the party, you should attend it with me by your side. He needs to see me and you together, Jensen. I know he’ll not be able to resist and attack you. The shadow is a sneaky bastard but, and that is the good news, he’s predictable.” Nervously playing with your mug you look at Jensen, waiting for his decision.

“Means you want to go to the party, show him your sexy ass and lure him into a trap. So, am I the bait or you?” Smirking you get up to pat Jensen’s shoulder.

“Me…crap…” You can hear the edge in Jensen’s voice, knowing he doesn’t show he’s scared. “Fine. What will I have to do?”

“Come with me, stay by my side, and do as I say oh…” Smirking you squeeze Jensen’s shoulder. “…and look pretty.”

“If you wear a nice dress, I am all in, Terminator.” Grinning Jensen looks at you. “I’d let you push me in the line of fire anytime.”

“Jensen, this is not funny. If he’s there, he’ll try to kill you and me. I don’t know if he will go after me and ignores you but, as I know that bastard, he’ll enjoy hurting you to hurt me.” Swallowing thickly Jensen looks up at you. “Do you still want to risk it?”

“You told me the only way to get hold of the shadow is to lure him out. The party is the perfect opportunity.

If we do not stop, he could hurt other people, innocent people like the girl. I am not Dean Winchester, but he’s a part of my life for that long, I know he would be disappointed if I let you down.”

“You know, that was the stupidest thing you ever said, sweetheart. Forget about your role, tell me if you are willing to risk getting hurt, Jensen. It’s only me and you in this room. No one will judge you.” Jensen takes a deep breath, recalling the words the man whispered into his ear.

“I am all in, Y/N. We will do this and bring him down. We got a lot of work to do…” Snickering you take his hand in yours squeezing it tightly. “…and I want a kiss after we got him.”

Walking down the stairs you can’t help but smile at Jensen. He’s wearing a suit and bowtie. Smirking at you he holds out his hand. “You look stunning, Y/N. I mean, not that you do not look great in combat boots and a skirt but…damn, sweetheart…”

“Don’t flatter me, Ackles. Underneath that black dress, I am hiding a gun and a nice knife.” Smirking you admire his outfit and the way his green eyes sparklewhen he ogles you shamelessly. “You look great too. Does the vest sit tight enough?”

“Bulletproof and stab-proof, awesome.” Jensen gives you a wink, hiding he’s nervous as hell. “Ready?”

“One last time. You will stay by my side the whole evening when I tell you, Ares, you will haul your ass out of the danger zone and stay with Clif. Do not try to play hero or crap.” Nodding Jensen recalls your instructions.

“Ares got it. I stay with Clif and try to not get killed.” Humming you straighten his bowtie, not missing the way his breathing quickens. “I’ll do as you say.”

“Nice party.” Looking around the crowded room you check on your earpiece again. “Clif can you hear me?”

“Roger, Guardian angel. The cameras cover most of the room and the backstage area. I’ll stay here with Scott and tell you if I see anyone suspicious. The security team doesn’t know about the reason they have to double-check the invitations.” Clif replies.

“Good. We can’t trust anyone, Clif. I’ll stay with Jensen; you will keep an eye from above. No one gets hurt during my watch.” Jensen slings one arm around your waist, a smirk on his lips.

“Got to make it look natural.” Husking the words, he dips his head to press a soft kiss to your neck. “There we go, Y/N. Smile for the cameras.”

“I hate you, Ackles.” Gritting your teeth you fake a smile when his hand caresses the small of your back. He’s gently touching you and a shiver runs down your spine. “Did you see anyone not belonging here?”

“I got no clue, Y/N. Most of the people are from the team. Cast, crew, the rest are caterers and special guests.” Humming you turn around to check the other side of the room. “Did someone ever tell you that you are beautiful.”

“Gosh, Ackles. Stop charming me right now. You’ll get your kiss if we survive this night.” Eyes darken Jensen moves closer to you to slide his fingers along your spine. “Jensen…”

“Just play along, Y/N.” He’s bringing you in his arms, hiding his face in your neck. “There is a guy, opposite us, hiding in the shadows. I don’t know if I saw wrong, but he clenched his jaw anytime I touched you.”

“Can you describe him, sweetheart?” Heart pounding in your chest you slide your hand over your garter belt. “Anything?”

“Tall, around my size. Dark hair, muscular like me, maybe a bit more muscles. Wears a suit but, his shoes are dusty.” Humming you take deep breaths.

“Clif, opposite my position. A guy in a suit, dark hair, muscular, dirty shoes. He looks at me and Jensen. Let Scott check the cameras…”

“Got it…” While you wait for Scott to check on the man you slide your fingers through Jensen’s hair, gently playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Y/N, Scott says he belongs to the security team. They told him to check the room. I guess they recognized something is going on.”

“Fuck…got it, Clif. Stay alerted. I know he’s here…I can feel it…” Jensen becomes bold. Close to getting attacked again or worse, he cups your face, glancing at your lips.

“Fuck it…” His lips claim yours and for a moment, you kiss him back, opening your mouth to let his tongue slip in. “Now I can die as a happy man,” Jensen smirks and you are too stunned to respond.

“You know, that breaks one of my…” Looking over Jensen’s shoulder your freeze. “Clif, Zeus. You have to come here. Leave the cameras to Scott. He’s here…”

“We will have to go to the backstage area. When we do it, we’ll do it quickly. You’ll meet up with Clif at the restrooms. The shadow will follow us, so…be careful.” Grabbing Jensen’s jacket, you press a soft kiss to his lips. “Just for show, sweetheart.”

Jensen grins like the cat that got the cream when you let him wrap his arm around your waist. “Game on, baby. I bet he believed we want to do naughty things backstage…”

“Dream on, Ackles. Now, concentration. Clif, go…”

It happens in a matter of seconds. Clif never made it to the backstage area he’s unconscious, just like Scott.

“Hello, Y/N. Long time no see…” The shadow smirks, not missing the way you block his path. “I don’t want to hurt your little toyboy, but you have to admit it was the perfect plan to lure you out.”

“Not that great, Eric. I figured it out within two days, psycho.” Voice laced with venom you pray Clif and Scott are still alive. “Athena, I could need your help.”

“Your little friends Scott and Clif won’t help you, baby girl. Why don’t you handcuff your new toy to the heater, and we can talk like adults?” Eric grins wickedly, glancing at Jensen who looks angrier than you.

“I am not a toyboy, asshat!” Jensen grits out and you roll your eyes at his alpha behavior.

“Cute, really. I mean do you have the slightest idea who am I or who she is? Do you know what she did for us? I bet you would not sleep well knowing she was a very bad girl.” Eric snickers.

“I bet, not as bad as you, asshole. Killing little girls – huh? Such a strong man, very masculine and heroic, son of a bitch.” Falling into his role Jensen grunts behind you.

“Tame your little toy, Y/N. I guess he wants the guardian angel to lose another client. What did happen to Thomas? Was it a car accident?” Eyes darken you slide your hand over your thigh. “Nice bomb, wasn’t it?”

“You? It was you?” The realization hits you like a freight train. “All of them? You killed them, the whole family to pay me back?”

“You see, I hate that scar. It ruins my wonderful body.” Eric shrugs, now aiming his gun at you. “You missed my heart, baby. Only a bit to the left and you would’ve killed me but, the knife you left inside my chest stopped the bleeding.”

“Then I’ll do it right this time.” Smirking you block his sight at Jensen.

“I will end him fast but with you.” Eric dips his head, glancing at Jensen. “But with you...I’ll take my sweet time, maybe fuck you one last time? Good old times and all.”

“I don’t think so, Athena…ready?”

“Stop calling your client's name. He won’t…” The sound of your backup’s voice let Eric’s eyes widen.

“Got it, boss…” A voice replies to your order.

Aimless he fires his gun toward you and Jensen to take at least one of you down.

In the blink of an eye, you push Jensen down, roll over to get your gun out, firing the whole magazine into Eric’s chest.

“Didn’t mean him, asshole…fuck… Nemesis…“ Panting you press one hand to your side, feeling the blood seeping out of your wound you fall to your knees.

“Asclepius, I…”

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A/N: If your name is crossed out Tumblr won’t let me tag you.

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#Ms. Bodyguard Masterlist #Jensen Ackles #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x you #jensen x reader #jensen x you #angst #tension #jensen x bodyguard!reader #bodyguard reader #rpf #rpf fanfic #Supernatural fanfic #Supernatural RPF #Ms. Bodyguard – The black dress

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iaal · 5 years ago

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Chrollo x Thief!reader (nsfw)

I wanted to do the Chrollo part for this ask but it ended up as something else entirely.I wasn’t planning on making it nsfw either but things got out of hand. The “one bed” part is still here so it kinda count tho…

!WARNING!: mild dom chrollo, heavy calculative goth spider, mild angst (I guess)

You pushed yourself into an alley, your back flat on the wall, holding your umbrella close to your chest and you instinctively held your breath as it would make you smaller, invisible. The sirens passed past you and you stayed still until they were blazing in the distance. When you only heard their echos far away you exhaled slowly, unable to contain the victorious smile growing on your lips. Celebration would have to wait, you managed to evade the police so far but staying in the open too long was only asking for trouble. You put off your mask and gloves, throwing them in a bin, as an extra step for insurance you lit them on fire. One more little touch and you’ll be ready to go – you ran your hands on your coat and pants – the textile morphed into minty green and neon pink, a far cry from the previous pitch black color you were wearing.

Slowly you started walking, joining the passerby on the main street, you disappeared in the crowd. Very soon they’ll have hunters on the scene though and you couldn’t take the risk to run into them. Just laying low for some time should be enough, at least until your trail cool off. Once you had put enough distance between the museum and yourself you started walking faster, taking shortcuts you had mapped beforehand. It has already been almost an hour since your heist and every seconds outside was increasing the likelihood of something going wrong.

When the outskirt of town came into view you broke into a run, it was mostly desert there and the rare people going around weren’t the kind to talk with law enforcement. Almost safe. Carefully, extending your en to be sure that no one has followed you entered a building after confirming you were really alone. The dilapidated building should have been a sight when it was still standing but now it was nothing more than rumble and dust. Many years ago the town tried expending and constructed high standing residence but after an economic crash most of them end up as skeleton, bare and standing forever in a half finished state. The one you were making your way into was nearly done though and luckily for you, if someone was to look at a plan they wouldn’t know a bunker was just underneath it. The rich really are paranoid. But so were you. You had arranged the bunker as a safe house and you were ready to let the world forget about you for a while. This place was perfect; remote, secret and big enough to stock food, water and everything you’ll need to last a month even if you planned to stay a week at most. You opened the heavy trap door and climbed down the ladder, your umbrella under your arm. It was done, no one will find you now.

“Welcome back.”

You froze on the spot. You didn’t detect anyone with your en earlier so he must have use zetsu, He was waiting for you. Either you turned around to face him or you could try to reach for the exit as you were still half way on the ladder but it would mean leaving you defenseless when you flee.

“You can’t get out, but you can try if it helps you understand the situation,” the voice answered your dilemma. The man behind you had a pleasant voice yet there was a coldness underneath that made your heart ready to leap out of your throat.

Taking on his offer you reached the door once again. It wasn’t just locked or stuck; you couldn’t even touch it. As much as you tried every time you got too close your hand got pushed back. Nen. He has trapped you with nen and you didn’t noticed until it was too late. You closed your eyes. Frustration, shame, anger at yourself for being so careless, everything was choking you and you just wanted to cry. Dying never scared you but this humiliation right when you felt at your highest was pure agony. This man shattered your perfect plan and your pride with it.

When you opened your eyes again the light was turned on. You jumped down and finally faced the man. He was sitting on the bed, looking at you dispassionately, letting you take your time to come to term with your failure.

After a moment he spoke again, “You have something I want,” he started but you already knew why he was here for. You clutched the umbrella. “Give it to me and I’ll be on my way and you’ll be free,” he offered.

“Take everything you want and get out then,” you still clunged to the hope he didn’t know about your hatsu.

“I could yes, but I have no use for an umbrella.”

The lump in your throat swell. He won’t have it. You didn’t care of what he’d do to you but he’d absolutely won’t have it.

There’s no reason to pretend now, you held his gaze.

“No,” you answered.

You both knew you couldn’t kill each other, not without risking nen getting stronger after death. If you killed him you’d end up stuck here until you die of starvation and if he killed you what he desire would forever stay an umbrella. Yet, It didn’t mean you were on equal footing. He obviously had more information about you than you had about him which was absolutely nothing. Was he alone? What was the conditions of his ability? How strong was he? Was it even his hatsu that kept you prisoner? Too much interrogation and the stakes were much higher for you. Even if you killed him you’d be doomed whereas he could kill you and gamble on finding an exorcist afterward.

“There’s no rush. You can think about it for a few more days” he suggested calmly.

“Days?”

Was he really going to stay that long? You couldn’t wrap your head about what he was planning, you were pretty convinced he’d attack you after hearing your refusal but he was still sitting on the bed, showing no sign of wanting to start a fight.

“It’s not like your were planning to leave this place anytime soon with everything you’ve packed in here, it shouldn’t be a problem,” he explained “And there’s always time to try other alternative afterward if you don’t change your mind,” he spoke with a flippancy that gave you the certainty he’d have no qualm about following through his threat.

“Isn’t it awfully kind of you to wait for my answer?” you sneered.

It was actually good, you could learn a lot about him and find a way to break out if you played your cards right. Yet this made you so uneasy. He was too calm so he wasn’t being generous because he felt like you had the upper hand, you were unable to read his intention. Plus you’ll need to cohabit with someone who clearly was ready to torture you. Nothing you could deal with right now, the only chance you had was to search for an opening. For the first time you really looked at him trying to analyze you opponent. The tattoo on his forehead and his black clothes could have a meaning. Maybe he was part of a cult, if that was the case the chance of having backup around was high. He seemed young, your age or a bit older but with nen users it was hard to tell. With his heavy coat you couldn’t get a look at his body but you could at least tell he was muscular. And well… he was quite the looker. Usually you didn’t think about men as “pretty” but he really was – big grey eyes with long lashes, pale flawless skin and a restrained icy charm that would have made you swoon if the situation was different. You shook your head and focused back. His attractiveness was not important, you needed more useful information.

The bunker didn’t look that big once you had filled it with all your stuff and with the two of you here it felt almost cramped. Apart from the bed the only furniture were a table with a stool and a shelf, a rudimentary bathroom was inside an alcove and you winced when you saw there was no door. It bothered you a lot, you wouldn’t have a moment for you alone as he could see everything you were doing. No chance of taking advantage of a blind spot to prepare an attack. On the corner of the eye you caught him following the direction of your stare.

“You don’t have to worry about me peeping if that’s what trouble you,” he said acknowledging the lack of privacy but seemingly misunderstanding where the real problem lied.

“How lucky I am to be kept prisoner by a perfect gentleman,” you said acidly.

You grabbed the stool and placed it as far as you could from the bed and put the umbrella under the it. You sat with your arms crossed over your chest, the man directly on your line of sight. He was also observing you slightly reclined with his hands planted on each side. It was going to be a long night.

After a while he put a book out of his coat and started reading, ignoring you. You rubbed your clammy palms on your thighs. What was the point if he wasn’t trying to make you change your mind? No more threats, nor arguments, he was just passing time after giving you all the information you needed to make your choice – give him what he wanted of suffer the consequences.

“Who are you?” you finally asked. This silent stand-off was straining your nerves.

“Chrollo,” he looked up to you leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Should I know this name?” you didn’t think he was a hunter, was his name known well enough to be recognized?

“No,” you felt a pang of annoyance at his answer, you didn’t care about his name you weren’t asking for a polite introduction.

“Nice to meet you Chrollo,” you answered with your most charming, obvious, fake smile, you could play this farce too. “I am -”

“I know who you are,” he interrupted.

He was referring to your real name and not the alias you used in this town, somehow you knew you were right. It confirmed that he had prepared this ambush for a long time and done his research right. So why? He seemed competent enough, if he really wanted to he could have executed the heist himself, why waiting for you to do it and then trapping himself with you? Sure your ability to change an object into another was handy but you could have fail or got caught before returning here. Something wasn’t adding up. You searched in his eyes for something, anything that could give you a hint but you found nothing – worst, you had the sensation Chrollo was the one reading into you, much like the book he still had in his hands. Looking away you tried to compose yourself.

The rest of the night was uneventful, Chrollo was still reading quietly and you were too much on high alert to dare pick a book yourself from the one you had stacked here to pass the time. The man was still a complete mystery and you’ve lost precious hours for nothing, only exhausting yourself.

You rubbed your stiff neck and were thinking about how you should formulate your next question to get as much clues as you could when your stomach rumbled loudly. In the dead silence the sound was unmistakable and you felt weirdly flustered that in such a dangerous predicament your body was so unconcerned.

Getting up you rummaged in the pile of food you had brought, searching for a light meal to fill your belly but when you rise up your shoulders bumped into something. You blanched when you realized he was standing just behind you. You hadn’t notice him moving at all. Chrollo put a hand on your shoulder to help you keep your balance and you felt dizzy. You didn’t grasped how vulnerable you were until this point – nothing could have stopped him if he had decide to attack you when you entered the bunker and you wouldn’t have see him coming if he had decide to strike right now. You were at his mercy and you should have been terrified but instead you were relieved. Relieved because never once you’ve been caught. You always had pride yourself at being smarter, more careful and craftier than the one pursuing you. Losing to Chrollo wasn’t shameful, knowing how formidable he was restored a bit of your dignity. Perhaps you were insane feeling that way, however it was like the weight on your chest vanished. Well, you were still going to die once the time was up but at least you wouldn’t blame yourself, you were pretty much done for as soon as you had attracted his attention.

“I didn’t meant to startle you,” he removed his hand and crouched down to pick some snacks for himself, “I have no plan of attacking you, not unless you give me a reason to.” The message was crystal clear.

Both of you ate in silence but you couldn’t take your eyes of him. Relaxed would have been pushing it but you were breathing more freely and you were really appreciating how entrancing he was. Did the Stockholm syndrome was already kicking in? Or some kind of suspension bridge effect now that you were certain you were going to die? Either way you weren’t even mad at him, just mesmerized.

“Why are you ready to die for a sword?” Chrollo asked abruptly, his eyes focused on your loot you had turned into an umbrella.

“I’m ready to die so no one could have it, it’s different,” you answered truthfully. Your nation had been colonized, had to live through an ethnic cleansing and their culture banned on their own land for the past two centuries. The sword was the symbol of you long gone kings and now was displayed as a curiosity for the conqueror to marvel at. It has never sat right with you and even though you knew getting the artifact back wouldn’t change anything at least you could give them a taste of the disgrace.

Chrollo nodded, sensing you wouldn’t say more on the subject and lied down on the bed, removing his coat to use it as a cover. As for you, the stool was making your ass sore so you were up, leaning against the wall. You didn’t know what came into you but you as soon as you thought you’d have liked to lie down too you found yourself with a knee on the mattress. Chrollo narrowed his eyes but still moved on his side to give you a bit of space. You removed your shoes and lied down. It was a tight squeeze but you managed to get it.

What were you doing? Your heart was pounding in your chest. Flirting with danger wasn’t new, sleeping next to it was. Chrollo warmth was radiating on your back and his chest was brushing against you with each slow breath. Being your future killer aside, you didn’t even knew the man, you’d only exchanged a few worlds so why were you so wet just being close to him? How messed up were you?

“I can hear your heart beating from here,” he noticed, your face immediately flushed at the words. “If you are so scared you should try sleeping elsewhere.” You didn’t get caught after all, but the shock has let you motionless. You took a deep breath. Why were you so shy? You literally had nothing to lose anymore and no one could judge you. What prevented you to do anything you wanted?

You turned around, meeting Chrollo cold eyes and pushed yourself against him. You felt light-headed, discovering a freedom you never knew existed. Nothing mattered, the only thing you had worked for your entire life was a failure, your death was coming and there’s nothing you could do about it. Taking a hitched breath you pressed your lips against his. Chrollo was still as you embraced him but you didn’t mind, you were intoxicated by just feeling his mouth against yours.

“You know that it won’t save you,” Chrollo said on your lips as a matter of fact. Oh you knew and it was morbidly adding to your excitation.

Without stopping you nodded, alternating between licking and biting at his lower lip. He wasn’t pushing you away, that’s all you needed. Never in you life have you felt so much need for someone, your whole body was on fire, your mind was fuzzy and a moan was bubbling in you throat ready to escape at the lightest provocation. Feeling his broad chest you found the zipper of his top and pulled it down, clawing at his bare skin as soon as you revealed it. Quickly you removed your own top and returned to the kiss even quicker, flushing your bare chest against his. The moan that you were keeping burst from your lips when Chrollo put his hand on your back to keep you against him, your whole body was covered in goosebumps and a shiver ran along your spine instantly when he started returning your kiss. His touch, his scent and now his taste…your senses were going into overdrive and it was still not enough.

Chrollo turned you on your back and lifted himself up, placing a knee between your legs, his tongue still playing with yours. Immediately you missed the contact of his skin and tried to follow him up but a hand on your shoulder kept you laying flat. His other hand undid your belt, and pushed your pants down your thighs, breaking the kiss he moved your legs on you chest to undress you completely. Both his hands under your knees, he parted your legs around him. Looking up at him you already were panting hard, just kissing made a mess out of you but he had the same impassive expression. Chrollo was looking at you, spread out underneath him, his gaze trailing from your clouded eyes to your chest and lingering between your thighs.

“You’re soaking wet,”he observed, his fingers were caressing your stomach and you closed your eyes in anticipation.

The sensation of his first finger entering you made your hips jerk up, your moaning were so loud it was almost a scream. A sad sight left your lips when he withdraw soon replaced by mewling when he insert one more fingers. With his other hand’s thumb he pushed in circle on your clit as he was exploring your core, properly making you melt. Bending down he kissed your jaw, his tongue tracing down your neck and stopping at your breast. Not too hard he bit your nipple, pulling it up as he was doing it, still relentlessly pumping into you. You buried your hands in his hair, everything he’s doing was too good.

His breath started to get labored and he removed the hand between your legs to position himself against you, unbending to kiss you once again, this time intensely. Your rubbed yourself on his hardness eliciting a low groan from him, he grabbed your ass to press you more on his cock, grinding harder when you started whimpering. You were so close. Suddenly he stopped, pushing on your hips so you wouldn’t move either.

“I don’t have a condom, we should stop here,” a blush was beautifully spread on his face when he looked up to you, still panting.

“I don’t care,” you whined.

“I do.” his tone didn’t leave place to any argument. You huffed and straighten yourself up, Chrollo sat beside you eyes closed trying to calm his breath.

Looking around you spot your sock, you grabbed it and pulled it to gauged the elasticity. Satisfied, you rolled it on itself, Chrollo was watching you with curiosity. Visualizing what you wanted to changed it into looked and felt like you ran you hand on the sock, changing its form to one of a condom.

“Impressive,” Chrollo admitted, “Is it really a condom? Or does it only has the shape?” he asked taking it from you and observing at all the angles.

“As long as the mass is around the same I can change everything into anything I want, it’s a real as the real deal. But the smaller it is the quicker it revert back so put it on now,” your hurried him.

Chrollo looked at you hungrily and undressed himself with an urge he didn’t have earlier. Seeing him completely bare in front of you send a fire in your groin, you placed yourself in the middle of bed when your hand smacked on something. It was the book Chrollo was reading earlier. You picked it up and move it out of the way, laying on your back.

“Turn around, on your knees,” he ordered and you happily obliged.

His hands cupped your ass before returning to your folds, resuming their teasing. It didn’t took him long to have you drenched and moaning again. When he removed his fingers this time it was to replace them by something much more delectable. Unhurriedly he sank into you humming when he was completely inside. Slowly he started to move, kneading at your hips with each lazy thrust. It was excruciating slow and you tried to go faster only for Chrollo to keep you in place.

“Harder…please,” you pleaded.

“In time,” he said in a breath, “I want to enjoy the moment a bit more,” he added.

His thrusts were wide, almost getting out before deliberately sliding back fully inside you. It was the sweetest torture you’ve ever experienced. Clawing at the sheet, you could only be patient. Fortunately you restraint got rewarded when Chrollo started to pick up the pace, slamming into you enthusiastically. You gasped when he took a handful of your hair – pulling so hard your back arch – banging you deep and fast.

“You’re screw up,” he breathed behind your ear, “Or maybe,” he gave your ass a slap, earning a choking moan from you, “ugh..maybe”, another slap “it’s only natural for Eros to intermingle with Thanatos.”

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying but the sound of his voice was just adding to your heat. Unable to support yourself anymore you snaked your hand around his neck. He was utterly ravaging you and it was electrifying. Another slap on your ass and you felt an explosion deep at your center dispersing in your body to all your extremities. The wave was violent and left you shaking, you fell forward still enduring Chrollo’s brutal pace. Soon his thrusts started to get chaotic, he was grunting and panting. His own orgasm was close. Sliding out of you he turned you so you’d face him, still in a haze you raised yourself on you elbow.

“Open your mouth,” you understood what he wanted, and you eagerly obeyed.

As soon as you lifted yourself up he pressed the head of his dick on your lips, you opened wider and took him in your mouth, bobbing your head and enjoying the saltiness of the precum flowing on your tongue. Chrollo shoved his dick deeper, fucking your face ruthlessly then held you still, nails raking your scalp while he was filling your throat with his cum. Tears well up to your eyes and you exhaled coughing when he pull out. Chrollo lied down breathing heavily beside you, and you let yourself fall back to bed. Your body was light and sore at the same time. You closed your eyes, physical and mental exhaustion caught up to you and your mind slipped away toward the embrace of sleep.

You woke up alone, naked and shivering. Putting back your clothes your looked around you. Your heart skipped a beat, you were alone. You jumped out of bed and pushed the stool aside. Lying on the floor was the sword you were ready to throw your life for. Not an umbrella, the real sword. It should have stayed in this form for eight days, something was very very wrong. Trembling, you placed your hands on it, visualizing an umbrella. Nothing. You tried with other objects only for the result to stay the same. You couldn’t use your ability.

So that’s was it. You sank into the floor, tears flowing down your cheeks. Chrollo didn’t care about the sword. Everything made so much sense all of the sudden. It was worthless for him, the most important object for you was trash in his eyes. He could have taken it with him when he left but it wasn’t even worth it. No, he took something even more precious, something you never imagined you’d lose, what you’ve considered a part of yourself, something you nurtured and polished for so long. And it was gone.

You cried for a long time, hugging the sword on your chest. Waiting to wake up from this nightmare.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo #chrollo scenario #ask #smut #chrollo lucilfer #I have not proofed read this one either #it's late and I just want to go to bed #but I need the instant gratification to post something #I'm a shitty writter #I found a ridiculous way to make the reader use her nen #but don't be a tough customer #I tried.

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animekath · 5 years ago

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You’ll Be Okay

Milo X Reader

Hey guys, Kat here!

This little story is for @danish-fay, Who’s going through some tough things at the moment - So they requested Milo, being the little cutie that he is, to comfort the reader!

The thing we agreed on was that Milo doesn’t get enough love, which is bull, because he is the most precious cinnamon-roll in Pokemon and you can’t change my mind!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story! Sorry for spelling and grammar!

Words: 2428

Warning: Mentions of surgery, bit of anxiety, comfort, loving, SO MUCH FLUFF, Cuddling, eating out, Big D, light dirty talk, creampie, Pokemon puns because I CAN!

Enjoy!

Panic ran through you as your eyes bored into the coffee table, while your finger tapped onto the cup you were holding, seeming to be in your own little world.

You had to have surgery in a few days, worry and anxiety filled your body since it was something you’ve never had before. What if something goes wrong? What if it was permanent? You don’t know what’ll happen! You tried to calm yourself, but when you thought about having surgery, it all came flooding back. You were scared to go through it, but you have to, you-

“Honey?”

You snapped out of your daze and looked up to your boyfriend, his green eyes looking over you with worry. Your boyfriend, Milo, has not left your side since you told him the news. He saw the concern in your eyes; he saw your hands shake a little and even the tremble in your voice - even if it was for a second. He always comforts you, loved you, pulling you into tight embraces to calm you. You sometimes think you didn’t deserve this wonderful man. The only time he left your side was for his Pokemon battles, but after, he’ll return to you. You always watched his fights; they made you forget to what's to come and just cheer on Milo, so he knew you were with him.

“Ah, sorry. Just in my own world. Nothing to worry..!” You gave him a weak smile, Milo seeing right through you.

“I sadly do worry, My love.” For such a large and strong man, he had a heart of gold. “You’ve been in a daze these past few days. I know it’s hard, but I want to make you smile for every second of every day.” You were silent, but starting going teary-eyed, making the massive man panic. “Wait, wait, wait! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry...!”

“I-It’s okay; they’re not sad tears.” You sniffed, rubbing your eyes to wipe the tears away. “You are amazing, Milo. You have so much on your plate, and I-I feel like I’m just making it worse.” You said, your eyes drifted to the side. “You’ve never left my side, you’ve practically made me live in your house, and whenever you’re free - You’ve been with me...” You felt like a nuisance to your boyfriend. You were happy to have the support and comfort, but Milo was busy enough with his work, training and even farming. You also felt terrible he hasn’t seen much of his friends recently.

“_____...” His large pleasant hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you into his body to hold you close, now sitting on his lap. “You could never bother me because you aren’t a bother. I’ve been so happy you agreed to sleep over my place for a few weeks while this is happening, it kind of seems like we’re living together.” He chuckled, the peach haired boy didn’t notice your blush because you were hiding it in his chest.

“I want to say I understand what you’re going through, but I sadly don’t. But I want to comfort you so much and ease your nerves. Deep down, I am nervous too...But, Honey.” He pulled away to cup your cheek, getting a good look on your face, seeing Milo giving you a comforting smile. “It’ll all be okay. You are so strong and brave, much braver than me. I’ll be beside you every step of the way...I will hold your hand and never let go. Because...I love you so much. I do all of this because you mean the world to me and the only thing I want is for you to be happy.”

Milo’s words were simple, but they struck you hard.

Milo noticed your eyes water again, making him pull you into his chest so you can sob your heart out. “I-I love you too...” You gripped onto his shirt, his hand gently rubbing your back, feeling him kiss the top of your head.

“Just let it out, Honey. I’m not going anywhere...After all...I Choose you..!”

You couldn’t help but snort in his shirt, letting out a small giggle. “Y-You are so cheesy, Milo.”

He couldn’t help but smile by your giggles. You looked up to give him a quick peck on the lips, Milo letting out a hiss. “Oh! You've got the lips of a Jynx; I’m going to faint...!”

“Stoooop...!” You laughed.

“I think I'm going to need a Burn Heal because you're hot..!”

“I swear to Arceus, you better stop..!”

~~~

That day, the sun came out, and the stars lit out the sky.

You slipped into Milo’s bed, wearing nothing but his T-shirt - you could practically make a tent out of his shirt. You curled up, waiting for Milo to put the Wooloos’ in the barn so no Nickits’ will be roaming about for meat.

You soon heard the door open and clothing being on the floor, heavy footsteps walking over to the bed and felt a dip behind you. Milo wrapped his strong arms around your waist, humming with relief to have you in his arms once again. “I love this time of day. I get to cuddle with the best girl in the world.”

“Is that so? What did you cuddle up to before you met me?” You asked, smiling as your hand placed over his large one.

“Well, ur...Wooloo’s are very comfy..?” He replied sheepishly, a giggle leaving your lips.

You did love this time with Milo too. His excellent form surrounded your body, feeling comfy and protective - including his muscular arms were gently around your form. “Mm...You’re like my personal safety blanket.”

“Oh, yeah? I’m glad..!” He smiled, running soft kisses along your neck. “You’re like my own Teddiursa, So soft and cuddly. I could do this all day.” He hummed with a smile. You turned your body to look up at you, his bright green eyes looking down at him, them two orbs could lit up a city. You placed a hand on his chest, giving him a sweet kiss, your boyfriend happily returning it.

Milo was always happy to give you love and affection anytime and anywhere; he didn’t mind kissing you in front of people, liking how flustered you got.

“Mm...” You continued to kiss him, only small ones, but it soon turned deep and passionate. You shifted your positions, Milo’s king-size form was towering over your body, his hand rubbing your hip to ease you. Milo always took his time; he never liked rushing things. “Mm...From the way you’re holding onto me, it seems like you’re hinting more than just cuddling?” He smiled down at you as he cupped your cheek, having a glint in his eyes which implied something else to you.

“Maybe...”

He chuckled, his hand running down to your thigh. “Well...Let me see if I can relax you, Honey.” He said, leaning down to kiss you again, this time your tongues dancing along with each other. He took his time; his hands were running along your body, leaving light kisses on your skin and slowly removing your clothes until you were bare in front of him. “Damn...I can’t get enough of your body. It’s so perfect for me.” He hummed as he parted your legs, smiling down at your flustered form. “Don’t get shy on me now, Honey. We have done this before, right?” He chuckled, leaning his head down to place soft kisses on your inner-thigh. “I got you...No need for worries.”

“M-Milo...” You breathed out, running your fingers through his soft locks. “Mn-!” Your breath hitched when his tongue ran along your slit, running outside and inside of your folds. “O-Oh...” You bit your bottom lip, feeling his hands holding your Thighs apart as he continued to eat you out. Fuck, his tongue...His tongue did wonders to you. Milo always cared about your pleasures first, putting his excitement to the side. His eyes flicked up at you as his tongue continued to lick, letting it go up to your sensitive clit. “M-Milo...” It looked like he was enjoying himself, his eyes half-lidded and having a bit of red dusted across his cheeks. Fuck, he was so adorable. “Mm..!” You bucked your hips into his face, burying your pussy against his mouth which he happily accepted.

“Mm...Honey...You taste-Mm...So good.” He muffled against you, taking short breaths through his nose. “Like strawberry...Cheesecake.” He groaned. “I can’t get enough...” He buried his face between your legs again, his tongue slipping inside you, now at the juicy centre. How can he get enough of you? Milo loved every whimper, moan and word that escaped your lips. It drives him wild when you gripped his hair to keep him in place. Fuck, it made him throb in his boxers.

“M-Milo...I need...” You gasped, your free hand gripping the bed-sheets. “I-I need you, please. I want Y-You to fill me..!”

It took all of his strength to pull away from your sweet honey, wiping his mouth clean as he looked down at you. “Is that so? Well, I can’t keep my girlfriend waiting.” He smiled. He went between your legs, watching him slide down his boxers to show the monster he was holding back. Fuck, Milo’s size always made you exhilarated, nearly drooling by the sight. “Heh, I always that look in your eyes; it never gets old.” He chuckled, his hand guiding himself against your lower puffy lips. “Are you ready, Honey? Mm...I’ll go slow at first.”

“Y-Yes, oh Arceus, yes...!” You begged, bucking your hips to get him inside. You couldn’t wait anymore! “Mm-!” You bit your lip, feeling his tip slide inside your pussy before his whole shaft started to go in, your walls already pulsing around him. “S-So big...Nhh...So deep.” You gripped onto his muscular arms, whining when he was all the way inside, feeling like you’ll be split in two. “Milo...!”

“Oh, Honey...My love...Hah-you always feels so good.” His breath hitched, giving you a reassuring smile, but his eyes were filled with pure lust. “I love you, _____. I really do...I-I’m here for you.” He tangled your fingers together with one hand, his other one on your waist as he started to move. It was slow at first, feeling every inch and pulse inside you. Holy crap, He was everything to you!

“I-I love you too, Milo...Please...I need you.” You moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Mm...Milo...” He moved his head to kiss you, moaning in each other's mouths while he continued, his nails softly digging into your hip. You were the world to Milo - He loved and cared for you so much, he’ll do anything to make you happy. Heck, even if it were eating you out every day, he would do it. “Mm...I-I love when you hold me like this.”

“Nnh...I do too. I love looking into your eyes.” He muttered, resting his forehead against yours. His thrusts were starting to increase a bit, heating up when you heard the squelch sounds between you, feeling his heavy balls slapping against your ass. “Goodness...Nnh-Honey. So tight...” He slicked his hair back, giving you a crooked smile. “Do you love it, Honey? my C-Cock being so deep inside you..?”

“D-Don’t sound so lewd...You know what it D-Does to me...Mm-” You bit your lip, bucking into him to get his cock in deeper if it could. Milo never swore in front of people, but when he did it in bed with you, you felt yourself getting soaked by his naughty words. “Milo, please...I-I need it faster...Harder..!”

“Heh, okay...But tell me to stop if it’s too much.” Milo purred. Now his thrusting became harder and deeper, making you see white for a few second. You felt his tip slamming into your womb; your moans turned into cries. “Oh, Honey...! That’s it...Let it all out for me. I love hearing you scream for me.” He breathed out; his panting started to increase, his eyes never leaving your face. You looked like a goddess to Milo. “I love you, _____...!”

“Nnh! M-Milo! It’s so good!” You cried out, your hand gripping his own, your nails digging into his knuckles. “So deep! Aaah, fuck!” You gasped. Fuck, fuck - any more, and you’ll come undone. “I love you, I-I love you! F-Fuck me!”

“Hah...You’re squeezing on me-Mmm...” He buried his face into your neck, wanting your bodies pressed together. “You close, Honey? Please, please, come for me. I want to feel you...!” Milo’s hand ran down between you; your body jolts up when his thumb rubbed your clit. “Oh yes, Honey-Nnh! I’m going to come...”

Both of you were panting, moaning out in the bedroom. But something you said made him see stars. “C-Come inside me! Get me pregnant..!” Milo had hearts in his eyes when you said that, now giving hard, deep thrusts until you came. “Ahhh! M-Milo!!!”“_____!” Milo cried out. He finally hit his end, his cock buried in deep as he filled you up with hot, thick cum, the feeling made your body to the very core. “Ngh! Honey..!” He held your body close, swallowing in deep breaths.

“Milo...” You rested your head back on the bed, the room filled with heated pants, feeling his sweat mixing with yours. “Y-You...Mm...”

“That was rude, Honey...” He slicked back his damp hair, giving you a childish pout. “D-Don’t say stuff like that. You know what it does to me...” You let a shaken chuckle, pulling him into a tight hug again, playing with his hair. “Mmm...You feel so good, though...I love when you pull me in. Makes me feel so special.”

“You are special, Milo. I love my big boyfriend.” You giggled.

He pulled his cock out slowly, both of you get comfortable in bed - Now your turn to rest on him. “How are you feeling?” He asked, his hand rubbing up and down your back.

“Mmm...Much better. I’m too lazy to shower now.” You sigh, hearing your boy chuckle.

“That’s fine. Tomorrow, I’ll cook up breakfast while you shower. I’ll make you pancakes with strawberries and cream...Maybe some sweet honey on top, but I already have you for that.” He grinned, feeling your hand bump his chest. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know...Silly man.” You said, Milo pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“You’ll be okay, Honey...”

THE END!

#short and sweet u w u i hope you like it cutie!#and dont worry bnha fans! I have a few more ideas in mind for you guys!#just wait and see ;3 #animekath #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon milo #gym leader milo #milo x reader #gym leader milo x reader #gym leader x reader #pokemon x reader #yarrow x reader #nsft #x reader

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Hi! May I, please, ask headcanons for RFA + minor trio having a MC a bit taller than them, who is also quite muscled, and she's feeling self-conscious because someone said she's not feminine enough? Thanks in advance!

RFA + Minor Trio with a tall and Muscled MC who’s feeling self conscious because someone said that she isn’t feminine enough

Hey! Thank you for this request! I hope you are happy with the outcoming! Please tell me your honest opinion! Thank you!

Btw, I often also don’t think that I’m feminine enough but, what is being feminine? Everyone is perfectly fine the way they are.

I hope that this writing won’t get criticized but whatever your gender or sexuality is, you are perfect the way you are and you are good enough. Everyone is perfect and imperfect at the same time, so don’t let others tell you how you should behave or look like.

Jumin

You were happy. You had a wonderful life, a nice husband who loved you for who you were and what you did.

He was also so supportive that it always made your heart melt.

You were a gym trainer and also quite muscled.

A lot of men hated to see women like that, but Jumin loved you for your charactics and not for the way you looked which made you feel even better.

But one day, all the happiness crumbled.

,,I won’t wear high heels,’’ you told yourself as you put on some other shoes.

You were already quite tall and you wanted to try your best to not make it seem as if you were taller.

,,You look wonderful, just like always!’’ Jumin praised you when he saw you in your dress.

To be honest, you felt quite uncomfortable.

You knew that you didn’t look like the usual woman would, but still, this was who you were.

As soon as you arrived at the location Jumin had to go to, all business women began to laugh you off.

,,Oh dear, Jumin Han may be really gay if he chose such a non-feminine woman,’’ one said.

This comment was the one that triggered and made you cry on the toilet in the wonderful restaurant.

But the feeling of uneasiness only lasted until Jumin Han got to know what happened and did something about the women who hurt you.

When he finally found you, he hugged you tightly and whispered sweet things to you

,,You are who you are, Mc Han. You are the most beautiful woman on earth and the most amazing one I’ve ever met. Don’t let them win. Stay strong, my love. I will be by your side,’’ he kissed you and the two of you left the location.

Zen

Your hobby was to work out with your boyfriend.

Both of you loved to work out.

Jogging in any weather, training in the gym whenever the work allowed it, and eating only healthy food.

You lived perfectly well like that.

Zen supported you and made you understand anytime that you were the most beautiful woman for him.

,,Look, it’s ,,her’’!’’ you heard someone whisper behind your back.

You immediately turned around and noticed that a lot of women had glanced at you.

What was wrong with them? You asked yourself and were just about to go on until you heard someone say that you weren’t feminine enough.

That’s when everything began.

You stopped working out and ate more sweets, feeling pretty bad afterwards.

But you still tried your best to make sure that you would be perfectly fine as a woman.

Well you tried, because not even a week afterwards, Zen noticed that something was wrong and asked you about it.

Gosh, he was furious and wanted to go to the woman who made you feel that way.

,,I hate people like them! Look, they made you feel miserable! You look like more than a woman to me! You look like my woman!’’ he hissed and then pressed your body against his own.

,,Do what you like and want, not what other people expect you to do,’’ he lastly said before he begged you to tell him who said these things to you and went to them personally, scolding them for good.

Yoosung

You were just like a perfect woman was supposed to be.

You were strong, could protect yourself and the one you, and lived a healthy life.

However, not everyone liked that you lived like that.

On the streets, everyone looked at you as if you weren’t normal.

Usually you were a cheerful girl, who made everyone laugh with her happy and shiny presence, but since a few days ago, you weren’t that cheerful anymore.

Instead, you often looked unhappy and kept watching your reflection in the mirror.

Yoosung noticed.

One day, he entered your shared bedroom where you asked him while watching yourself ,,Yoosung, am I beautiful to you? Am I feminine enough for you?’’

Your voice was shaking and Yoosung’s heart was breaking.

Yoosung himself was shy because of his actions, but in order to make you feel better he took all his bravery and hugged you from behind.

You looked into the mirror and noticed that he looked as red as a tomato.

,,I don’t get it. You’re more than feminine, you’re my perfect woman…’’ he whispered and cupped your breasts.

,,L-l-look… you’re blushing…’’ he mumbled and stroked your body.

,,You are my g-girl…’’ he whimpered and quickly kissed you, making you blush too.

,,You are indeed my woman. You may be tall, but Mc, I’m still taller. What’s wrong with being tall? What’s wrong with being muscular? You’re good the way you are. Don’t let others look down on you!’’ he encouraged you.

And in your opinion, this boy needed a big prize...

Jaehee

You happily smiled as Jaehee looked up at you.

Both of you were currently standing in your own coffee shop which you built over the years.

So much time had passed since then. You and Jaehee got married and you even became famous for your shop.

You kept serving cakes as Jaehee brewed some coffee for another guest.

,,May I bring you something else?’’ you kindly asked the beautiful girls at the table in the middle of the room.

Their perfume smelled so good, however, it was a bit too much in your opinion…

The girls scanned you up and down and then declined the offer, which you kindly accepted.

But while you went off approaching Jaehee, you could hear them bad mouthing you.

,,Bäh! So disgusting!’’ one of them giggled.

,,True! I got goosebumps! She flirted with us, huh? Not feminine at all!’’ she hissed, which made you feel sick.

It was true that you weren’t like the other women.

You were muscular and loved to work out, your healthy meals were the world to you just to make sure that your muscles would stay the way you wished for them to be.

You were pretty tall, and to add to everything, you didn’t have a lot of chest.

But still, you were a woman and felt hurt by these mean comments.

You slowly began to feel self conscious and didn’t even dare to wear a dress anymore.

What if they would badmouth you again because of your leg muscles?

You slowly built up more fears which made you scared.

But suddenly you saw Jaehee, who placed a hand on your cheek and asked you what was wrong.

,,Feminine. I’m not feminine enough!’’ you cried.

Jaehee pressed your head against her chest and patted your head.

,,You are what you are, don’t worry. You’re perfect. Why did you have those thoughts?’’ she questioned you and finally you could tell her everything.

And so Jaehee helped to make you feel like a woman again...

Saeyoung

,,Let’s go on a date!’’ you giggled happily, making your face glow happily.

Saeyoung observed your happy face and quickly jumped up.

,,Let’s go to the electronic shop and look at the latest laptops!’’ he happily added.

Well, at first you weren’t happy at all with his idea, but suddenly you saw yourself on the seat next to him, playing a game with him.

,,Okay, look how I’m going to beat you up!’’ you fiercely said and showed him your worked out arm muscles.

,,Ohoho! Someone is way too full of themself!’’ he laughed and gladly accepted the declaration of war.

The both of you began to laugh and play, forgetting that you both were in a shop.

At some point, both of you were kicked out, but you still smiled.

Your smile just faded when you heard someone say that they just mistook you for a boy.

,,So tall and muscular… she isn’t feminine at all!’’ the person added.

You felt a stabbing pain in your heart and suddenly felt uncomfortable in your own skin.

You became stiff and puzzled. How were you supposed to behave?

What should you do?

Saeyoung immediately noticed that something was wrong and tried to figure out what happened until he noticed some girls looking at you.

He pulled you along with him and noticed a long beautiful dress which actually caught your attention.

,,Wanna try it on?’’ he cheerfully asked you.

Your face froze.

,,So, even you don’t like me? I lack at femininity, right?’’ you whispered.

Suddenly he made you look up at him and kissed you deeply.

,,No, that’s not true! I just know that you are more feminine than you think that you are. I thought this would lift up your mood, but whatever you choose, I will always like you the way you are…’’ he explained, making you wonder if that cute fiancé of yours really was Saeyoung!

Saeran

You knew that Saeran wasn’t really strong. His health had a few issues which made you really worry.

Since you loved to work out, you tried your best even more now that you had to protect Saeran at all costs.

Well, you didn’t think that while doing so you would actually find your new love - muscles, working out, and a healthy way of living.

And you thought that if Saeran would live the same, he would be a bit stronger and he wouldn’t get sick all the time.

Your change of lifestyle, however, didn’t change your character. You were still the same beauty who loved to laugh with others, and who enjoyed having painted nails, as well as long braided hair with some flowers in them.

But of course after working out, you were just as sweaty as everyone else.

Saeran was picking you up just like always when he suddenly heard some people talking about you.

The more they said, the deeper your head sank, looking at the ground and blushing out of embarrassment.

Quickly he approached you and kissed you, making you moan out of pleasure and then glared at everyone else who was just talking back to you.

,,Got a problem with my love?’’ he asked them.

You chuckled as you saw how red he got after everyone went back again.

,,Thank you…’’ you laughed, and so both of you finally walked back.

Jihyun

,,Good morning, my baby!’’ you kissed Lucy on her front after showering in the morning.

,,Hello, Mommy!’’ Lucy responded, still sleepy as she rubbed her eyes and yawned.

You chuckled as you observed your adopted daughter.

,,You need to get up, Princess!’’ you told her as cheerful as ever.

,,Mommy,’’ Lucy whined.

,,Why are you always in such a good mood early in the morning?’’ she kept whining, but followed you.

While you helped her to get changed and prepared breakfast, you explained that since you went jogging earlier you were fully awake now.

Another day in the daycare passed and you successfully could help out the teachers.

You often helped out there since they didn’t have enough workers, but way too many children.

However, suddenly you heard someone say your name.

When you turned around, however, you quickly noticed that the women who called you just talked behind your back.

,,Oh my, how can she raise a child? I wonder what her husband thinks of that… she is way too muscular!’’

,,I heard that her husband left her because she wasn’t feminine enough!’’ another woman said, making you tear up.

,,Mommy?’’ Lucy suddenly called your name.

Since then, you changed.

You didn’t go jogging early in the morning anymore, which made you feel horrible.

Jihyun quickly noticed that you changed and was puzzled by the sudden change in habits.

But the fact that you were unhappy was even worse for him.

,,What’s wrong with Mommy?’’ Jihyun asked Lucy, talking more to himself than to the little girl.

,,Maybe she’s sad,’’ Lucy said.

,,I saw her crying the last time she picked me up,’’ Lucy told him, but then looked at her toy again.

Jihyun was quick to understand the situation and knew exactly what to do.

One day after you were finished with work and supposed to walk Lucy home, Jihyun came to pick you up.

He was wearing a sporty uniform and asked you in front of all moms if the both of you could go jogging.

,,You are so pretty and happy that I wanted to experience it together with you!’’ he laughed and looked at you with eyes filled with love.

Since then, the mothers stopped talking about you and you were happily working out again with the only man you loved.

Vanderwood

,,Let’s go to the gym babe ~ Pleaseeeeeee!’’ you begged Vanderwood, shaking his arm as you tried to convince him to work out with you at the gym.

,,Mc, we can do so many workouts at home. I don’t really want to go out…’’ he sighed.

However, it didn’t take five minutes more after he got up and prepared a bag to go to the gym with you.

Your boyfriend, after all, couldn’t say no to you.

,,One more!’’ he hissed as he held the boxing bag and let you hit the red bag again.

,,Stronger, Mc! Quicker!’’ he hissed louder.

,,You’re standing wrong!’’ he tried to correct you.

You really got better working out with Vanderwood since he was indeed the best.

You always liked sports. You played basketball in the past and was very good at playing football, but ever since you met Vanderwood, you also began to do harder sports like boxing and karate.

The reason was that your boyfriend was kind of scared that someone could harm you in some way, so he taught you the basics.

Since you were pretty passionate about these kinds of things, you fell in love with the sport and quickly changed.

You were pretty muscled by now and lived really well.

You were even as tall as Vanderwood, which sometimes made your day easier.

,,This woman has so no sex appeal,’’ you heard someone.

You quickly glanced over to the men who just talked and noticed that they just talked about you.

Right in that moment when you were distracted the sack came flying back without you noticing and it hit you hard in your face, making you stumble back and collapse on the floor.

A few hours later you were awake again. Your headache was killing you as you tried to think about what happened.

,,You’re awake again, huh?’’ Vanderwood asked you as he ruffled your hair softly, careful to not hurt you again.

,,What happened?’’ you asked him, curious why you were in your bedroom again.

Vanderwood shook his head and slowly began to explain to you what happened.

,,So you’re saying that after the bag hit me, I became unconscious, and you attacked the other members because they distracted me?’’ you asked him again.

,,No, I hit them because they distracted you and hurt your feelings,’’ he mumbled and blushed.

,,Besides,’’ he stopped and looked at you again.

,,I love you so much. How could I stay at peace when other men keep looking at you and then start badmouthing you?’’

You didn’t have a reply, but instead kissed Vanderwood as a thank you.

,,By the way’’ he mumbled after both of you had to gasps for air,

,,We got kicked out of the gym. Should we train at home in the future?’’ he asked you, making you frown. Just how hard did he hit them?

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