#also that chunk of thigh there is driving me insane

[frnkiebby]

pls someone tell me what the FUCK is happening with his goddamn hair~🎃

[johnslittlespoon]

hi sorry i can't stop thinking about your leaving!bikeriders au aaaaaa

big tough intimidating gale and his sweet little puppy boyfriend is just *chefs kiss*

but also just the potential for the future of these two is driving me crazy

john's always been a little smaller than gale, or just the fact that he's so pretty thin and lanky makes him seem smaller in comparison

but the years go by and suddenly he's got a couple inches on gale and he's beefy as all hell

gales loves it

gale gushing to his biker buddies about his baby bucky and then this brick wall of a man walks up and theyre all like holy shit

and bucky never loses his puppy tendancies, he just kinda becomes like a big dog that doesn't know his size, draping himself all over gale and almost crushing him in the process

and also gale with a little white in his beard im going insane

au post | STOP IT THIS MADE ME SO <33 i loooove this (also it won't let me add a 'read more' without messing up the images so forgive this wall of text lol)

just the thought of them growing so close and their lives intertwining over the years, sorting through their issues, getting over every hurdle and going through so much together. gale in a suit bringing flowers to john's college graduation, john getting a part time job despite gale's protests because he wants to help out but also so they can take a celebratory vacation together when he finishes his exams :((

they meet when john looks like this sweet little thing in his second year of college, early 20s, shy and still growing into gangly limbs:

and then suddenly a couple years have passed and he's graduating and he looks like this twunky frat boy (gale realizes somewhere in the first few months of living together that john's vision is absolute dogshit and john's just been writing it off as a lack of focus lmfao so he forces him to an eye doctor):

and part of gale feels a little bit sad when john doesn't have to tilt his chin up to kiss him properly anymore because yk it's like watching a puppy grow up lol but mostly he's just. insane. about his boy. he's in love with his brain, and getting to see him grow confidence and become at peace with himself over the years only makes him more infatuated (and he'll be damned if he doesn't go a little crazy at the feeling of muscular thighs beneath his hands when he's got john pinned down) <3

gale's friends going a good chunk of time without seeing john during his last year of college because john's so busy juggling part time and cramming for his final exams, and when he finally does show up at the pub or biker club or whatever just before summer, there's jokes about "what the hell have you been feeding him, buck?" because that is not the lanky awkward pretty boy that had been hanging off of gale's arm the summer before. although john's absolutely still the same personality–wise, still crawling into gale's lap whenever he can, making gale carry him to bed, loving to sit on the floor by the couch between gale's legs so gale has to lean down to kiss him. :')

maybe john gets an internship after graduating and ends up working part time at the mechanic shop instead of his old part time since gale can give him whatever hours he needs to balance the internship and income (i'm pretty sure that's what i'll have gale's job be, running a car and bike shop, because yk it just checks out). john does a lot of heavy lifting and physical activity working there and bulks tf up and it makes him feel so much more confident in himself and gale would lose his mind at the way john's work shirts stretch across his broad shoulders hsdgdskhj !?!

and oh my god yes salt and pepper beard gale. john would go fucking feral over him, catching himself staring all the time, as if he doesn't already do that enough. they both become more and more attracted to each other as time goes on, like they keep waiting for the 'honeymoon' phase to end but it just doesn't, even through whatever conflicts and fights they go through, even once they fall into routine and domesticity– they're just as crazy about each other sigh.

thx. these two are gonna live rent free in my head forever. i love them so much and i haven't even written them yet fml. ALSO THANK U FOR UR OTHER ASK WITH ALL THE BIKER INFO!!! i will absolutely msg u if i have questions ur a life saverrrr omg. i screenshot and saved that ask to my drafting doc bc god knows i'm gonna need it SJKDJG ur awesome <33

[parasafterdark]

Daydreamtober - "Distrust"

Promptlist by @caffeinated-eccentric-polymorph

Context: This happened recently in Hunting Grounds where they are all furries and stuck in a Deathgame Scenario. I'm skipping the HG![Name] cause it drives me insane in longer Text.

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Captain sifted through the stew with suspicion. There were parts xe recognized, like the stringy rehydrated meat that was part of the game issued rations. But there were chunks of...vegetables? Fruits?...plant matter that xe couldn't even begin to identify. Let alone trust to be edible.

"Oh for..!" A fork stabbed one of those plant things, followed by Shal making sure to eat and swallow it in Captain's full view. Underscoring it with a motion that probably translated to "It's not poison you idiot". the marten then retreated from the cot bed and leaned onto the opposing wall, looking down on the Koi with open annoyance: "If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't have brought you up here."

This, while bearing some logic, would have been a lot more reassuring if Captain had any idea where "here" was. It was a tower of some sort. Parts of the concrete walls had broken off and where they hadn't been replaced with woven leaves, xe could see that they were halfway up the Jungle Trees.

Of course, xyr first instinct was to get out of here. Alas, whatever infernal bug had bit xyr thigh had turned most of xyr body in searing pain whenever xe moved. Which left xym basically bed bound. In the care of someone Captain had watched gleefully backstab everyone in the last game. Had not been able to stop gleefully backstab everyone.

But also there wasn't a good reason to starve over this. They ate quietly, the only noise being the rain drumming steadily on metal and leaves above them. The stew could use some Salt.

Captain had assumed, hoped, that the Marten would leave after making sure that xe ate. Would go and occupy emself with whatever ey were doing in the rest of this tower. Like ey had until now, only occasionally checking if the Koi was awake.

Instead, Shal had turned away, held eys makeshift plate out under a stream of rainwater to clean it. Calm, distracted, if it weren't for an anxious twitch in his tail.

"Question for Question"

Captain broke the silence, meeting the Marten's puzzled gaze. Guessing the other hadn't expected xym to offer a way to talk this easily, xe added: "Its not good owing people."

"...Alright", came back after an contemplative chuckle: "How can I trust you won't lie to me?"

"You can't.", answered the Koi flatly, "How can I trust you won't keep me here to get at the others?" Xe watched the other turn towards xym, Arms folding as he looked down and replied as expected: "You can't."

Having established ground rules, it was time to test the waters. With a nod to the empty bowl Shal asked: "You like my cooking?"

"Bland. Best I had all game." The group of players had managed to catch and grill some fish, but that was as far as food complexity had gone. "What are those plants?"

"Sweet Bark Roots. Found a spot of them upstream." For a short breath ey seemed to consider a question. Disregarded it with another twitch in eys tail and escalated instead: "What was your win count? Before I killed it?"

Eyes narrowing xe lied: "Three." Enough to resent Shal for what happened, yet leave room to explain why xe would offer a way for clear identification when the group split.

Instead of following that line questioning, Captain half looked away, behind the Marten at the rain: "How long do you think we'll be here?"

There was a shift in the others stance. Nothing big, but enough that Captain took it as a sign that this question hadn't been anticipated. Yet the answer came easy, sure of it's own certainty: "Two..maybe three more weeks. Assuming this is about the rain."

Too long for comfort, but the more important part was how it resonated with a suspicion Captain had had since the game started. Since xe watched Shal walk off alone into the jungle without a second of hesitation.

Before the next Question could come, Captain adjusted xyr seat, openly wincing as xe moved xyr leg. Successfully baiting the Marten to follow where xe wanted em to: "Wanna know what did that?"

Something about the phrasing bothered the Koi. But without further insight xe dismissed it, nodding silently as an answer and watched the other leave.

Shal returned shortly, kneeled down next to the Cot and showed off a Glass Bottle. Inside there were a couple red and black bugs, roughly the size of eys thumbtip, buzzing angrily against their confinement. The only thing stopping them from swarming out being a folded leaf crammed into the bottle's neck.

"Fire Orchid Beetles. Nasty little fucks." There was entirely too much glee in eys voice. "You got really unlucky."

Was xe really just 'unlucky'? Why keep these? Why have multiple? How much of a danger was ey to the group, really? And underneath all that: "Have you been here before?"

With a chuckle Shal turned the bottle once more before putting it down between them, meeting Captain's unsettled gaze with a smirk. The reply was open, earnest, a masterclass in acting if it was a lie:

"Will you believe I've only read about this place in a journal?"

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary295

7/10/24

wednesday

did a bit of writing today.

and the j-card is done. metadata undone, that changes 2morrow for sure...

all it takes to write is heat exhaustion and slightly fried nerves and dysphoria. so i guess mega fried nerves. and matcha.

here is da j-card:

i like how unreadable it is to beeeeeeeeeeeeeee honest. it's like it just makes you stare at the thing and the text just kind of melts into a mess. especially the big chunk there which is just every song title listed unspaced.

there's some stupid discourse out on the internet today, obviously i shouldn't look but there's some insanity about all the stuff going on re: sexual politics atm. the way people are throwing around 'sex positivity' which can really mean 30 different things, some of which were pretty minimal and like, don't judge people who have lots of sex because sex can be a thing that happens for all kinds of reasons, we ought to have conversations about sex outside of the regular assumptions re: desire and what it leads to, an aversion to moralism, or rather directionless 'having sex is liberating*' (* meaning: if you want to have sex), there is more here too.

really the baffling part for me, outside of the moralism, or i guess i should not say baffling, but it's generally how each generation seems to have bought more and more into the distinct generational character thing, creating insane stereotypes as if they're super real and just proceeding with a huge chunk of earth being those things and never really thinking about or interacting with, those people, or when they do, what they see are the assumptions/signs that they are what they imagine, and nothing else. and as this goes on, it strengthens each prior generation's notion that it is a thing unto itself, it solidifies against the stereotype as if that defends itself, or taking these features as points of pride rather than spectacular invention. this results in the kinds of millennial you see getting mad about eminem getting cancelled or this discourse about how millennials didn't know what boundaries were.

one thing lost in all this is the fact that the mid 00s were a horrific time to be feminine, thinking abt a lot of the ed stuff, the american apparel ads and so on (i recognize the irony in me saying this after posting that image i made where i am wearing american apparel thigh highs + the general uhm sexual nature of the cover and stuff but i'm messed up okay i don't want to get into it but i guess i have and i am crazy and whatever and i at least want to use that in a way that isn't me doing things that hurt myself okayyyyyyyyyyy), this wasn't liberating but it's also not because of 'sex positive feminism' that these images came to be, it's because of patriarchal exploitation and the pornographic gaze which is deeply bound to advertising already, a lot of these things remain the same, we have our current day forms of this. it's an issue that does not need to be so complicated and obfuscated by generational fingerpointing, but i think it feels good to do this, and this is the essential drive mobilized by posting inside the computer, the feeling good and right, and the invention of things to be right about, creation of logics which enable the rightness, and the ability to litigate truth with these methods, at their root they are not very complex usually, it's just about being able to 'see' a demographic and point at it. it goes beyond strawmanning to the point of really seeing people in a distorted way, not inventing them, but seeing them speaking, and not being able to understand because you know what they are already. it's wholly spectacular and strange.

anyhow, this is a pointless thing to look at. interesting to note i guess though. or useful for me. it does wig me out though, everytime you see surges of radical leaning or, idk, i don't think this is radical at all really, but this "radical" appearing way of thinking, you see terfs pop up, young ones too, that always wigs me out, they're funny though, not like in a good way, they're just, funny, as a notion i suppose.

anyway i need to sleep, i hope nobody finds my blog somehow over this and hits me with a t.i.m. moment, they love 2 hit that shit like the griddy.

oh one other thing, there was this british kid in the store today, he put a box of triscuits in his shopping cart, his mom asked what they were for as her and her friends were looking around for crisps, and he said "smores", and i felt so bad and i wanted to say something, as i stood there waiting for my girlfriend, like how he needs graham crackers for his smores and not triscuits but i didn't say anything but he put them away anyways. i am glad there was no tragedy but i feel bad that i might have enabled a minor tragedy in some way, that's kind of a stupid way to think but it's true . as in true that i felt that. or even feel it.

anyway

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[svkahug]

.',*📹; DELETED SCENE ; FIREWORKS

pairing: sevika / fem!reader

rating: mature

contains: kissing, making out, it got a bit handsy idk what i was on here

this scene didn't make it because it was too long, it made it difficult for me to divert it onto the ending with the fireworks and it felt like it was a bit off for the character and the story. also it was 3 am and i was getting lazy asf and i realized this was the chunk of the story that was driving me insane. ofc i didn't delete it bcs it's a sweetsy, decent scene and i haven't written any of those for a while lolol. enjoy you axolots

There’s something warm flushed against her back, arms thrown around her. She tenses. “Brooding?” A voice teased, muffled. She relaxes.

“No.” She replied casually, pressing a kiss to your wrist. “Thinking about you, though.” She isn’t even lying.

A giggle escaped you. “Flirt.”

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You shuffle away to let her turn around to face you before stepping between her legs, and it’s a blur – how quickly you get your lips on hers. It’s a sort of dance and the steps are etched onto the back of your head. Her hand in your hair, on your waist, your hip, your cheek. The brief parting, uneven breaths, cheek on che–

“Still thinking about you,” Sevika whispered breathlessly out of the blue. Eyes popping open in surprise, your eyelashes brush against her cheek. Your lungs stuttered – what’s gotten into her tonight? – but your heart warms.

“I’d be concerned if you weren’t.” You laugh it off, moving to stand up but you don’t make it an inch before she’s anchoring you back to her.

For a moment, you thought she was gonna start kissing you again; initiate another round, which wasn’t very unusual for Sevika. But she didn’t. She just stared, an unfamiliar gentleness in her eyes. You were pinned down by that look, perched on her thigh like that, a dumbfounded look on your face as she brought up a hand to cup your chin.

You felt yourself go red under her gaze and you see a smirk tug on her lips before she was kissing you.

She was probably fucking with you, you think as your lips move against hers.

She was fucking with you, you think as she guides you to stand, kissing you again like her life depended on it, rough hands wandering on parts of you that made your knees go weak.

She was going to fuck you, you think as the back of your legs hit the bed. You lose your balance and land on your ass, an oof knocked out of your lungs as you bounced a few times on the expensive mattress.

You hadn’t bothered changing out of the dress, and with nothing much between you two other than cheap silk, your senses skyrocketed under her fingertips.

“Vika,” you gasped, sounding like you’ve resurfaced from underwater. Her lips trail lower, the crook of your neck, pushing away the straps of your dress. Sevika places a quick kiss on your shoulder before her knees hit the carpet and damn.

“Vika,” you breathe out, suddenly sober. “What time is it?”

Sevika hung her head, clearly disappointed at having been interrupted. “Is that a serious question?” She groaned, her cheek rubbing against your silk-clad inner thigh.

“It’s almost midnight,” you sighed and almost laughed as Sevika stood, wobbly and reluctantly.

“The things I do for you.” You grinned, went on your toes to coo an apology in her ear, a peck on the cheek before leading her to the balcony.

Groups of people have started to flock out on the streets, on the nearby balconies.

Almost midnight.

fireworks ; the full work ; masterlist ; askbox

[mrskurono]

Hinata Shoyo for $23

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Slick and covered in oil. 

You watch entranced at Shouyou’s body shuddered in pleasure.

Each time your hands glided over his chest and down his stomach. 

Hitches in his breathing as moans bubbled in his chest.

“That’s a good boy, just relax for me Sho.”

“ ‘s much-” Shouyou’s voice cracked. Beads of sweat dribbling down his temples as his fists twisted and wrenched at the sheets underneath, “It’s- It’s so much-”

Hands dipping down his oiled thigh. Gentling cupping his balls and massaging them slowly as you were careful not to nudge the toy drilling into him. Only a slight hum from machine pounding the stiff toy relentlessly into your lover.

“You’re so sexy Sho. Mmm yes you are baby look at you-” Your free hand comes up and grazes over his nipples as you continue to play with his balls. Neglecting his leaking cock all together. 

“Wanna-” His legs twitched muscles tightened when Shouyou tried to push down on the toy ravaging him, “Wanna cum- Wanna cum so bad-”

“I know you do- I know you wanna cum-” Words encouraging him as your oiled and slick hands move up from his balls. Curling around his base with a slight tweak to his nipple at the same moment. Short, slow strokes as his cock slipped between your fingers and you watched him buck up for more, “You can do it. I know you can Sho~”

Tongue lulled out. Orange hair clinging to his forehead and eyes rolled back in his skull. Shouyou couldn’t buck his hips up enough to your touch while maintaining the way the toy hit his deepest partest. Leaving him a desperate mess teetering on his orgasm. 

Silky hands covered in the same oil that his body was. Moans bubbling up in his chest. Shouyou pushed down resentfully on the toy. Opting for the way the machine drove the tip of the dildo right against his prostate. Driving him insane just as your finger slipped up his shaft.

“Cumming! I- I can’t!” Unraveled all at once Shouyou curled in on himself. Stomach tightening and body wracked with his orgasm. 

Your fingers didn’t move from the base of his cock. Instead squeezing and milking his base as gobbles of thick white cum bubbled up from his slit. Thick seed drooling down his cock as Shouyou’s orgasm was milked not just by your hand. But also the inhuman machine fucking him. Leaving him to spasm in the aftershock of his own orgasm even as his cum dripped down his balls. Some of it even making it to the toy still pushing in and out of him before you.

More than satisfied with the passed out man before you. Opting you to turn the thrusting down until it finally came to stop inside him. And Shouyou could catch his breath. Thinking that might have taken a chunk out of his stamina. You were mistaken when Shouyou propped himself up on his elbows and smiled down at you.

“Now it’s your turn to use it.”

[refinedbuffoonery]

Broken Like Me (1)

masterlist.

THIS FIC IS NOT INTENDED FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. Please see the masterlist for content warnings. 

Here it is, the long-awaited dark!MacRiley AU! First, I want to thank my lovely beta readers and my life-saving brainstorming/workshop buddy. You all know who you are. ❤

This fic adheres to canon through 5x05 and then goes off the fucking rails. Backstory and other important tidbits of information revealed in the latter half of season 5 may be used, but timeline-wise anything after 5x05 does not exist in this fic. Also, Jack is dead and is staying dead, so don’t get your hopes up for a happy ending. 

I will do my best to update this regularly, but hanging out in and writing such dark headspaces is HARD. I will definitely be taking breaks to write fluffier fic, because a big chunk of this story is all hurt and no comfort. 

Without further adieu, let’s get this party started. (It’s not a party. In fact, it’s like...the opposite of a party.) 

*****

They say he was a good man. 

A good soldier. 

A good father. 

A good friend. 

They say they are sorry for her loss, sorry he was taken from this world too soon. 

They say Jack would be proud of the legacy he left behind, would be proud to have gone out in a blaze of glory. 

Riley is sick of it. 

It’s like she’s a teenager, and Jack is leaving her all over again. Only this time it’s worse. This time there’s no coming back. 

The guests at the wake gaze at the folded up American flag on the fireplace mantle with deep respect, but Riley only feels anger every time she glimpses the piece of fabric the government sent back in his place. A flag and a life insurance claim feel like a mockery of the kind of man Jack Dalton was. 

Was. Past tense. 

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

*****

Mac has never been afraid of Riley before. 

He’s seen her angry and upset, but the rage-filled woman he stopped from killing Anya Vitez with her bare hands back in Croatia is someone he does not know. 

The frightening part is that Riley isn’t a hot-headed person. In work mode, she is cold and calculating, so for her to go after Vitez like that...something inside her snapped. 

Three weeks have passed since then, and every time he looks at Riley, Mac remembers holding her back, fingers digging sharply into her waist until she stopped fighting him. He sees the fury radiating off Riley’s body like heat waves off asphalt—sees the way she clings to it, finds purpose in it, letting it consume her so there’s no room for guilt or grief. Mac knows the feeling all too well. And he also knows there will be a very loud thud when she finally comes crashing back down. 

But he also knows that the woman is like a loaded gun, safety off and desperate to fire at something. 

Which is why he worries when Matty calls them in for an op and Riley isn’t there. She’s at Vitez’s trial, Matty informs them, but that doesn’t make Mac feel any better. Whenever there’s downtime during the mission, and Mac’s mind is free to wander, he can't stop thinking about her. This new Riley is becoming obsessively vengeful, and if someone doesn’t reel her back in soon, she might do something she can’t come back from.

The thought plagues Mac every second there aren’t bullets whizzing toward his head. 

After the op, Mac drives to Riley’s apartment. Upon arrival, his ears are assaulted by Riley’s upstairs neighbor blasting Macklemore’s greatest hits. Mac hears the lyrics clear as day, even though both his truck windows and the apartment windows are closed. 

Riley really shouldn’t have moved out of Mac’s house, not if this is her best option. He still doesn’t understand why she did. 

It doesn’t take long to notice the GTO is missing. Riley should be back from the trial by now, but Mac has a sneaking suspicion where she is. 

The drive to Jack’s apartment seems to take forever. The brick building is in an older neighborhood, one of few affordable ones with trees planted along the sidewalks—a luxury in LA. Sure enough, the GTO is parked on the curb, not far from the fire escape that connects to Jack’s living room.

Looking up, Mac spies a familiar body perched on the stairs. 

Riley sits on the fire escape, soaking in the last rays of sunlight. Her eyes are closed, head resting against the brick wall. Mac doesn’t say anything as he sits beside her on the narrow metal stairs, their hips and thighs just touching. 

He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he hug her? Hold her hand? Leave her alone? Riley isn’t a super touchy person. Mac decides on the latter, picking at his fingernails while his gaze drifts west to study the sunset. 

Several minutes pass before Riley says, “Hey.” Her voice is low and scratchy, like she’s been crying. 

“Hey,” Mac repeats. “How long have you been here?” 

Riley shifts beside him, sitting up. “I don’t know. A while.” 

“This isn’t the first time you’ve come here, is it?” 

A sigh. “No, it’s not.” Mac figures as much. Aside from the constant clamor of the city, Jack’s apartment is relatively quiet. It’s not in the greatest neighborhood, but it’s safe enough for Riley to sit alone and think. Or not think. Whatever she feels like doing. 

Riley rests her head on Mac’s shoulder, and a wave of protectiveness floods his system. It’s new, this need to watch her back more than the others’. It came on so gradually that Mac doesn’t know when it started or what triggered it, only that he feels it all the time now. Especially after Jack’s…

He avoids examining the feeling too closely. 

Without warning, Riley says, “If you hadn’t held me back, I would’ve killed her.” 

Knowing exactly who she was talking about, Mac glances down at Riley in surprise. He knows it’s true—thinks so himself—but hearing it come out of her mouth makes his stomach turn. The last, and only, time Riley killed someone...it took her months to piece herself back together afterward. And that death was in self-defense. 

This one would’ve been murder. Intentional and vindictive. 

Mac isn’t sure Riley could come back from that, at least not as herself. The woman who would emerge from that would be a total stranger inside his best friend’s body. Mac suppresses a shiver. “I know,” he says.

“Thank you for stopping me.” Riley’s voice is quiet. So, so quiet. 

“You would’ve done the same for me.” Gingerly, Mac wraps his arm around Riley’s shoulders, ready to let go at the first sign of her discomfort. When she doesn’t react, he relaxes and holds her more surely. 

The sky is painted in vibrant oranges and reds, fading into deep blue overhead. Subtle strokes of pink outline the scattered clouds hanging above the horizon. Out of all the sunsets Mac has seen, all over the world, nothing quite compares to the ones here at home. He wishes Jack was here to see it. 

Mac spends far too long debating whether to bring it up before asking, “Why did you go to the trial?” Agents, especially secret ones, don’t go to trials, mostly to keep their identities safe. Publicly tying oneself to a case is never a good idea, for more reasons that Mac can begin to name. 

“I swore I’d be there every step of the way. I meant it.” Mac tries not to bristle at the snarling, defensive edge to Riley’s tone. “Eventually, she’ll make a mistake, and I will be there when she does. And then I’m going to rip out her entire organization from the roots up.” 

Fear wraps its ugly hand around Mac’s heart. Until every single person associated with Tiberius Kovac is behind bars, there will be a target on Riley’s back, and Riley will have put it there herself. Losing one person to Kovac is more than enough; Mac refuses to lose Riley too. 

“How can I help you?” 

Riley looks up, eyes wide like she’s expecting him to try to talk her out of it, not offer to help. “You don’t have to do that.” 

“And miss out on all the fun?” Mac almost smiles as he quotes her. Almost. 

She sits up. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m going to hack Interpol first, to see which of her colleagues might also be dirty. So unless you secretly picked up hacking…” 

Mac huffs. “Sorry, I only hack hardware.” He expects some insane, crackhead plan, not something so…reasonable. Maybe Riley isn’t as off-the-rails as he thought. 

But only maybe. 

A seagull perches on the railing below them, honking and squawking for seemingly no reason at all. Gulls are just like that. It glares at Mac, pinning him to his spot with a beady yellow eye, challenging Mac to shoo it away. 

Go find some tourists to harass, Mac wants to snark at it. Leave us alone. 

The seagull cocks its head, as if to say, I know something you don’t. 

Mac narrows his eyes. I bet you do. 

He swears the seagull shrugs before taking off, flying low over the GTO before sailing over rooftops on its way back to the ocean. It passes a billboard advertising a new blockbuster spy thriller, the product of millions of dollars and Hollywood plot recycling. Mac saw the trailer. The movie is about a soldier who joined the CIA in a quest for retribution after his best friend came home in a box. Usually Mac likes watching spy movies—mostly to make fun of them—but this one hits a little too close to home. 

It takes a monumental effort to tear his gaze away. 

When his eyes finally meet Riley’s, Mac understands the silent ache in them—the ache that’s surely reflected in his own eyes. He and Riley are drowning, but at least they’re drowning together. 

Mac frowns. That must be the dimmest “on the bright side” thought he’s ever had. 

Riley doesn’t say anything more, so neither does Mac. They sit on the fire escape until long after the sun sets and the temperature drops, and the city's nightlife stretches its limbs as it wakes. Mac shivers, but Riley seems oddly unaffected by the cold. That or she’s too numb to notice. 

He threads his still semi-warm fingers through her icy ones, letting their joined hands rest on his knee. It seems like his last tether to the Riley he knows and loves, one who’s slowly slipping away from him and being replaced by a woman who might very well bring the world to its knees as payback for all that it’s done to her. 

Mac has no interest in ever meeting that woman. Mostly because he refuses to lose his Riley, but also because Mac knows he won’t be able to resist that other Riley. She will slash his restraint beyond repair, and Mac will follow her to the ends of the earth. 

He will find a way to keep them both afloat. He has to. 

Or else the Phoenix may very well be hunting him and Riley again, and this time, they’ll deserve it.

*****

Entering her apartment later that night, Riley realizes too late that it isn’t empty. Bozer is still there, and he’s making dinner. Locking the door behind her, she hears a rushed, “Got to go, Matty. She’s home.” 

Bozer crashed on her couch the night they got the news and never left. I don't want you to be alone, Bozer keeps saying, despite her insistence she doesn’t need a babysitter. Other than that, they don’t speak to each other much. In fact, Riley wouldn't have noticed he said anything at all if not for the way he stares at her, standing at the stove and twirling a wooden spoon between his fingers. 

"What?" she snaps. 

Carefully, Bozer asks, "How was the trial?" 

"Fine." Riley knows he cares, and that he’s hurting too, but nothing he says or does is going to help her. The sooner he figures that out the better. She drops her keys and jacket on a chair before heading for her bedroom. 

“You hungry?” he calls after her. 

Riley yanks off her boots, chucking them into the closet with too much force. “No.” 

“Have you eaten anything today?” 

Her fuse is running short these days, and she’s just about had it with his incessant smothering and questioning. Riley marches into the kitchen, rolling her shoulders back and bracing her hands on the counter. “Last I checked, I still have a mother, so if you’re just going to keep nagging me, then I think it’s time you get the fuck out of my apartment.” 

Bozer’s eyes widen and his mouth opens, but no sound comes out. 

“Get out,” Riley snarls. 

Still struggling to regain his ability to speak, Bozer stammers, “At least let me finish making you dinner first.” 

“Fine.” Cracking her knuckles, Riley retreats to her bedroom once more. “I’m taking a shower. You better be gone when I come out.” She doesn’t wait for a response. 

When Riley emerges, her dinner is cold, and Bozer is long gone. 

She doesn’t eat.

*****

On the second day of Vitez’s trial, Riley sits in the back of the room long after the trial adjourns for the day, thinking. She didn’t recognize the witnesses who testified today, and as the prosecutor called each one forward, Riley wished she had her laptop so she could look them up. Now, as she stares over the rows of empty wooden seats to the section where the jury sat, Riley can only hope that the witnesses’ testimonies are enough. 

Riley knows there’s more than enough evidence to convict Vitez—especially since she recorded the confession herself—but obsessing over the trial is easier than facing the reality waiting outside the courthouse doors. 

Her mom invited her to visit his grave today, after the trial, but Riley declined. Facing that slab of granite will make it real, make it…permanent. 

She knows what it says. Jack Dalton. Beloved. Gone too soon. Someone asked for her approval before it was made. It doesn’t say nearly enough to encapsulate all that he was, but at the time Riley couldn’t think about it—couldn’t look at it—long enough to suggest any changes. She still can’t. 

Chewing her lip, Riley anxiously toys with her rings, spinning them and moving them from finger to finger. 

At the wake, one of his old Delta buddies joked that the gravestone should read “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers,” but Riley didn’t laugh. 

Riley hasn’t laughed since Matty broke the news. It’s like the part of her that knows how to feel joy died in that explosion too. 

Instead, she wants to scream at the universe until her voice gives out, cursing it for taking her dad away too soon. Because that’s what he is. Her dad. Riley doesn’t even know when she started calling him that again, but if she has to guess, it was sometime between the first “I’m proud of you, honey” and him kicking her ass at skee-ball for the millionth time.

Tears leak from Riley’s eyes without her consent. 

It feels like she failed him, in a way. By not being there. By not keeping him alive. 

Now the best she can do is make sure his death means something. 

Vitez will go to prison for the rest of her life, that Riley is sure of. But the rest of her organization is still out there, and Riley intends on putting every single member behind bars. No amount of justice will even begin to heal the Jack-shaped wound in her heart, but at least the world will be better for it. Safer. 

But she’d rather live in a more dangerous world with him still in it than a safer one without. That way they could save the world together, like they always did. 

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

Anger rumbles through her body, like a Texas thunderstorm in her veins. It’s the only emotion Riley feels anymore, ever since the sadness gave way to numbness. 

A woman in a security uniform pokes her head in the room. “Excuse me, ma’am. I need to lock up for the night.” When Riley doesn’t respond, the woman adds, “Are you okay?” 

Are you okay? Riley hates that question more than all the others. How are you? Have you eaten today? What can I do to help? 

She feels like she’s dying. She can’t eat. Nothing will help. 

But that isn’t what people want to hear. Even Mac asked that last question, yesterday on the fire escape, although Riley didn’t automatically despise the question like she usually did. It’s different coming from him than anyone else; his offer was genuine, not coming from pity or obligation.

She isn’t surprised Mac recognized her need to do something. After all, he had been the same way after his dad was killed. 

Coldly, Riley finally says,“I will be.” The woman doesn’t deserve her abrupt answer, but Riley can’t quite bring herself to care. She lets the anger the questions bring up fuel her, lets it hold her together. 

The anger is all she has left. 

Riley stands, her heels clicking on the floor as she exits the courthouse. 

She’s coming for all the monsters who hurt him. She’s coming for the ones who rendered him nothing more than ashes on the wind, the ones who turned her life into a nightmare she can’t wake up from. 

Because she doesn’t need to wake up to become theirs.

~

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Tokoyami x Reader smut

Fourth post of October!! (I’m a little late but we don’t talk about it)

It’s literally just a self indulgent childhood friends to lovers smut. Don’t mind me. 

Also not only are they 18+ (as you should be too if you are reading this) but Tokoyami is a 100% human boy for this. Bye Bye Birdie

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“Fuck this!”

You groaned softly, running a hand through your hair as you used the other to sip gingerly at your coffee. You and your best friend had been paired together to do an assignment for one of your classes and you were pretty sure at this point in your life that your professor was a sadist. Not to mention that Tokoyami was driving you absolutely insane.

You loved your best friend. You had been friends with him since you were both like four, but if he suggested doing your project on the anatomy of birds one more time, you were going to rip your hair out. “You’re not even doing that correctly.” He hissed as he looked over your shoulder at the laptop where you were currently typing out your prompts.

“What’s wrong with it?”

You pulled your feet up so that you were sitting crossed legged on the couch with the laptop resting on your lap. You were using Tokoyami’s apartment since you lived in the dorms and your room mate could get a little obnoxious with how loud they were. Even if you politely asked them to keep it down, they always seemed to manage to need to vacuum or whatever the fuck in the exact time period that you needed to focus

“You aren’t supposed to use our examples there.”

He huffed, rubbing his temples as his frustration just seemed to be fueling your own. You guys meant to start the project sooner but…you were best friends, not best classmates. You always ended up goofing off or getting sidetracked but now it was 1am and the project was due at 8am. You had waited until pretty much the last minute and were now absolutely screwed.

He reached over you, his body pressed flush against yours as he typed over you on the laptop. You guys had been friends for so long that you didn’t even notice the closeness between you two as you both huddled over the laptop in your lap. You watched the screen as he wrote, waiting for a few minutes of watching him absolutely massacre your project before you finally stepped in.

“That’s now how I want it done!”

You let out a soft whine at him, pushing at his arms lightly as if trying to forcibly remove him from the keyboard as you threw a little hissy fit. You honestly were worried about the project. It was a huge chunk of both of your grades, and you wanted it to be absolutely perfect but you both had such different ideas on how it should be done.

“Fine.”

He easily took the laptop off your lap and shoved it onto the coffee table, shoving you back against the couch with one of his hands pinning both of yours over your head and the other placed firmly against your chin so you had no choice but to look straight at him as he leaned so close to you that your noses were almost touching. The closeness that hadn’t seemed relevant before was suddenly painfully obvious as he placed himself over you with seeming ease.

You have never noticed it before but he was quite a bit bigger than you. If you had to guess you would say he was at least 6 inches taller and not to mention he was just built bigger. He worked out so his body was always well toned and just one of his biceps were honestly about the same size as your head. You felt the breath catch in your throat as he spoke, pressing his lips right against your ear as he did so.

“Tell me, then…How do you want it done, princess?”

He spoke in a hushed tone, his voice dropping an octave as you felt butterflies fill your stomach. Your back arched slightly off the couch on instinct as you felt his warm breath against your ear. You wanted to reply but it was like your brain had short circuited. You instinctively placed your hands against his toned chest, looking up at him with your entire face flushed bright red.  

It wasn’t like you had never thought about Tokoyami in that sort of way…you had more wet dreams about him than you wanted to admit and if your dildo could speak, you’d be in trouble…but you always thought he considered a little sister. You had known each other for so long after all.

“I-I…Tokoyami…”

Your voice came out breathier than you wanted to admit as you could already feel the wet spot between your legs forming. You wanted to yeet yourself off the nearest bridge and pretend this never happened. Pretend that you weren’t getting horny off your best friend doing something as simple as pinning you down on the couch of his apartment when the two of you were alone and you had thought about fucking him more times than you could count.  

He moved his knee, so it was placed directly against your crotch almost as if he were teasing you. You wanted to punch him in the gut and honestly you might have thought about it if he didn’t have your hands pinned above your head. You may be feisty, but you weren’t dumb enough to think you could break out of his grip if he didn’t want you to.

“I’ve thought about doing this to you so many times..”

He hummed as he moved his hand that wasn’t holding your wrists down your body, seeming to be taking in every curve with his eyes. Your heart was pounding against your chest as you realized you weren’t the only one. This entire time of holding back to preserve your friendship and he felt the same way? You cursed silently in your head, but it didn’t last long when he was yanking up your shirt, making a soft click in approval at what he saw.

“Held back for so long, princess…too long…”

He easily held your hands as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. He tugged and played with the bud as his other hand wandered down in between your legs. Soft mewls left your lips before you could even stop them. Normally you would have been embarrassed by them, but your noises just seemed to excite him more as his hand started rubbing you through your pants.

You found yourself arching up into all his touches. The project you had been so worked up over just moments before had completely left your mind as all you could focus on were his touches. He unbuttoned your pants, letting go of your hands just to tug them off so you were completely vulnerable underneath him with your shirt shoved up so far you weren’t sure why you still had it on and the obvious wet spot that had formed on your underwear.

“Looks like you have no complaints~”

He smirked as he pressed right against the wet spot, dragging a soft moan from your lips before he leaned down and shove his face against your heat. He licked at the wet spot, not caring if you underwear were in the way which somehow made the entire thing more lewd than if he were just to lick your cunt.

You let out a soft needy whine as your now free hands went down to tangle in his hair as you were too turned on now to feel any embarrassment. You were suddenly glad he lived alone in his apartment as your moans got increasingly louder the more that he messed with you. His tongue pressing up against the fabric which just drove you insane as you were so close to the pleasure you needed and yet he denied you of it.

You let out a soft whine of complaint when he pulled away, wanting nothing more than to grab his head and shove it right back down but you didn’t get the chance. He flipped you over before you even registered what was happening. The back of his hand shoving your head down into the cushion as he grinded his still clothed cock against your ass.

He pulled your hips up so that your ass was propped up with your head still shoved deep into the cushions to muffle your noises. It didn’t take him long to shed his own jeans and boxers, grinding himself against your underwear with pleased groans.

“You look so beautiful like this~”

He purred as he ran one of his hands down your spin, the other moving your panties to the side so he could line himself up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and take it all, okay~?” He pushed inside of you with one hard thrust causing a loud moan to escape from your lips. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting right against your soft spot.

Just him being inside of you was driving you insane. Your body was instinctively twitching around his cock as if begging him to move. He groaned softly, leaning down so that his chest was pressed flushing against your back as he started to thrust. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock ~”

You couldn’t help the loud mewls and moans that left your lips with every thrust. Pleasure was coursing through your veins as you weakly clung to a pillow that was on the couch as if that were going to help you at all. His thrusts never seemed to slow down as he pounded into you at a steady pace, hitting right against your soft spot.

You were left a moaning, drooling mess as he had his way with your body; lewd noises filling the room every time his hips met your ass. Pleasure boiled in your stomach, threatening to push over with every push he made inside yet it wasn’t quite enough. You needed a little bit more.

As if reading your mind, his hand reached around, sliding inside your panties as he started rubbing right against your clit. You felt your thighs begin to quiver and your moans became more like broken sobs as the pleasure became almost overwhelming.

“T-T…okoyami…w-wa..it…ngh~!”

You whined loudly but it was difficult to make coherent words as your brain became muddled with the pleasure. “Shut up and take it, princess.” He pressed his lips against your ear as he spoke in a commanding tone, his thrusts getting faster as he let out soft moans. You felt your orgasm building up in your stomach as you desperately clawed at the pillow, your moans becoming louder as they filled the room the closer you got but you didn’t want to cum just yet. You felt embarrassed doing it so quickly.

Seeming to notice your hesitance, Tokoyami used the hand not messing with your clit to press against the back of your head again, forcing your face deep into the cushions as he spoke. “Cum for me.” He didn’t leave any room for argument as he slammed his cock deep insides of you, his fingers against your clit never letting up so you wouldn’t be allowed a second to relax.

Your body jerked and you let out a loud broken sob as your orgasm finally came crashing down. Your legs were shaking through the pleasure as the only thing keeping you up was his arm wrapped around your hips as he rubbed your clit through your orgasm. He only lasted a few more sloppy thrusts before he was cumming as well, groaning softly as he pumped you full.

“Shit…”

He hummed softly as he slowly pulled out of you so he could gently flip you over. He smiled softly when he saw your face, moving the hair from your forehead and placing a soft kiss as you looked up at him, still completely dazed from your orgasm. You couldn’t help but smile back as the soft gesture made you feel more loved than you wanted to admit.

“So…Was that how you wanted it done~?”

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to purgatory and back: chapter 4 (final chapter!!)

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Dean didn’t know what he felt. He felt numb. He couldn’t even bring himself to cry. Cas was gone. Again.

Dean pushed himself from the ground where he had very roughly landed only a few short minutes ago. When Cas pushed him away. When Cas left him.

Dean was roughly shaken from his racing thoughts by the soft vibrating that emanated from his forearm. Oh, shit. He’d almost forgotten about Benny.

Slicing a thin line down his arm, he released the essence that was his friend while speaking the final few lines of the incantation. Benny appeared before him again, with a telltale smirk on his face that told Dean he saw everything.

“Wanna talk about it?,” Benny said.

Dean rolled his eyes. “No.”

“Well, I am sorry that your friend didn’t make it. He was a good fighter and I know how much he meant to you.”

Dean scoffed. “You never liked him.”

“You wanna know the truth?” Benny asked, looking away from Dean, “I was jealous of him.”

“Jealous? You?”

Benny chuckled at Dean’s reaction. “You’re a special guy, Dean Winchester. Castiel is lucky to have you.”

Dean looked down, hiding the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes at the mention of Cas’ name. Benny reached out, pulling Dean into a hug. Dean understood what Benny was trying to tell him. Maybe in another life, it could have been himself and the vampire against the world. But for now… they had to go their separate ways.

Dean coughed, awkwardly breaking off the embrace. “Take care of yourself, Benny.”

“You too, Winchester.”

Benny tipped his hat to Dean and began his journey in the opposite direction. Dean could only stand and watch, unable to move.

-

It had been five weeks since Dean was forced to leave Cas behind. He finally met back up with Sam, which led to a tearful reunion and many long talks catching each other up on the past year. Dean left out the part where he fucked a literal vampire, for Sam’s sake.

Dean was doing okay. Waking up in a filthy motel bed is miles better than cold Purgatory dirt. He and Sam were working cases again, which allowed for some distraction from the ache in his chest whenever he thought of Cas.

He saw Cas everywhere. Hallucinations, or apparitions of some sort, haunting his every waking hour. He didn’t know if he was being fucked with or if his brain was truly this fucked up. The reminders of his lost friend were painful enough that Dean barely wanted to get out of bed in the morning. The only thing that kept him motivated was knowing that Cas would want him to move on.

Sam learned very soon after Dean’s reappearance that Cas was a sore subject. Dean was driving when Sam finally brought it up, trapped by his own car so that he could no longer avoid the discussion.

“What happened to Cas, Dean?”

Dean groaned. “I told you. He didn’t make it out of Purgatory.”

“Yeah, but why not? Why don’t we try to get him out?” Sam asked.

Dean slammed his palm into the steering wheel before shouting out, “Sam. Leave it.”

Sam held his hands up in surrender, turning to look out the window as they continued down the highway toward their next case.

When they finally reached the motel a painfully silent five hours later, Dean went straight to the bathroom, in part to avoid his brother but also providing him the first chance he’s had all day to brush his teeth. Indoor plumbing is something he would never take for granted again after his stint in Purgatory.

Dean leaned over the sink to splash some water in his face. He looked up and into the eyes of his own reflection but was startled when he noticed someone behind him.

No.

It couldn’t be.

He screwed his eyes shut. It’s not real. He’s not real. He opened them again. Cas was still there. Dean turned around slowly, jaw set with anticipation.

Cas was still there. Standing right in front of him.

Cas knit his eyebrows together, staring right through Dean as he tilted his head to the side. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean reached out to touch Cas, before quickly dropping his hand to his side again. “Cas? Is that really you?”

Cas stared at Dean’s fallen hand for a moment. “It’s me.”

Dean ran his hand through his hair. “I- What- I mean… how?”

“I do not know.”

Once Cas had a chance to shower and shave, he walked out of the bathroom with a flourish, showing off his clean clothing. Dean’s pants became uncomfortably tight at the sight, and he shifted in his seat in order to hide it from Cas.

After a moment of silence, Dean stood up and enveloped Cas in a hug, wrapping both arms around the angel’s broad shoulders. Cas froze, surprised by the sudden display of affection.

Dean pulled back after a moment, elated that Cas was finally home, before remembering that he was still pissed.

“Cas, why the fuck did you do that? Why the fuck did you kiss me and then ditch me for Purgatory? You could have died,” Dean said, his voice trembling with anger. “I wanted to die after I left you behind. Do you get that? I didn’t want to be on this Earth anymore if it meant you were gone.”

Sam looked between the two of them from his chair, recognizing that this was something he didn’t want to be around for. “I’m… gonna go get some dinner,” he said quickly, before letting himself out of the room.

Cas stood across from Dean, hands pressed into his thighs. The angel’s eyebrows shot up, shocked by Dean’s sudden outburst. “I did not realize my absence would impact you so severely, Dean. I apologize. If it is any consolation, I feel the same way,” Cas said, sympathy etched into his features.

Dean’s brain stuttered to a halt. Cas felt the same way? About Dean? “Cas…”

“I stayed in Purgatory because I felt like I had a debt to pay. I no longer felt like I deserved to be here, to be in your company. I wanted to prove that I have a purpose other than destruction and pain,” Cas said, sighing. “I understand now that while I have done terrible things, I can choose to do better from now on. I cannot change what I have done, but I can change the future.”

Cas looked into Dean’s eyes and firmly placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know why I am so willing to accept that everything happens for a reason, but I am not willing to recognize that I am also here for a reason. I think my reason is you, Dean.”

Dean felt himself choke. “You-” He stuttered, “You can’t just say shit like that, Cas.”

“Why not, Dean? I have long denied myself the pleasure of telling you the truth. I no longer need to, so I plan to tell you how much you mean to me every single day, as long as I’m granted the privilege of being in your life,” Cas said, smiling like Dean himself was the one who created the entire universe. There’s something about an age-old creature that’s seen just about everything finding Dean the most fascinating individual he’s ever met. Dean felt his heart drop into his stomach at the idea.

Smiling softly, Dean rubbed the back of his neck with his palm, both in discomfort as well as the need to stop himself from reaching out to touch Cas. They’ve cuddled, they’ve kissed, but Dean still doesn’t know where they stand.

“What are we, man?,” he blurted.

Cas arched an eyebrow. “Whatever you want us to be, Dean.”

Dean let out a shaky breath at that, leaning forward into Cas’ space. He reached out slowly, pressing both hands into Cas’ forearms, then his biceps, before making his way up to cup Cas’ face gently. Cas followed suit, surrounding Dean’s fingers with his own. Dean watched as Cas’ lips fell open, cataloguing every movement of the angel’s face. Last time, Dean was caught off guard. This time, he was going to remember every second.

Both of them moved at the same time, capturing each other’s lips in a sweet, soft kiss that lasted only a second before they pulled away, overwhelmed. Dean grinned, embarrassed, before pulling Cas back in. What started as a chaste kiss slowly became more urgent, with Dean sliding his tongue against Cas’ bottom lip and eliciting a loud groan from the angel. The noises Cas was making only served to make Dean go even more insane, if that was possible. He grabbed Cas by the hips, pushing him slowly until they hit the wall behind them. Dean paused for a moment before leaning into Cas, their bodies flush against one another. The back of Cas’ head hit the wall, and Dean took advantage of the opportunity to suck as many bruises as he could manage into the side of Castiel’s neck.

“Dean, Sam told me that you should not sleep with someone you are interested in until at least the third date. Maybe we should take this slowly,” Cas stated very seriously.

Dean snorted. “Screw slowly, dude. We’ve known each other how many years now? We’re far past slowly at this point.”

“Okay,” Cas said, smirking. He pushed Dean back, grabbing him by the hand, and walked backwards toward Dean’s bed. Cas pulled Dean on top of him, and Dean let him.

-

“Dean?”

Dean was still groggy, but he opened his eyes to find Sam staring at him sheepishly from foot of his bed. He looked over to the other side of his bed to see a person-shaped lump taking up a large chunk of space. He smiled, thinking back to the previous night, before rubbing his eyes and looking back to his brother.

“Sam? When did you get back?” Dean said.

“I got another room for the night. Thought it might be best for everyone.”

Dean grinned. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to enjoy the rest of the morning with my boyfriend.”

Cas stirred next to him, apparently disturbed by the conversation. His face peeked out from under the covers. “Good morning, Sam.”

“Morning, Cas,” Sam said, with the air of a man who was trying to be as normal as possible about his brother and his best friend sleeping together. “Well. I’ll leave you to it.”

Once Sam closed the door, Cas smiled at Dean. “I’m your boyfriend?”

“I mean, I… if you want, I don’t want to force anything on you, I wasn’t trying to-“

Cas pressed a finger to Dean’s lips. “Dean, I would be honored to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh, well. Good. I’m glad.” Dean leaned in to kiss Cas, and Cas happily obliged.

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old habits die hard

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

“what about a first time having unprotected sex with billy when y'all are married?? I have a hc that he's really safe !!!!!because safe sex is important!!! so when he'd marry his girl the first time without a condom would be a big deal” requested by anonymous.

word count: 2,840

warning(s): nsfw, swearing

a/n: yes I do write smut for anyone wondering, and this is like my first legit wack at a full on filthy one-shot buuuut! I hope this is okay??

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Heaven. That’s just what you and your marriage together is for Billy. Heaven wasn’t some bearded white dude with a halo on a boring cloud, it was the perfection between his wife’s thighs. It was his wife’s mouth and all the tricks you did to drive him off the rails with it, it was your dirty talk while you teased him relentlessly even when he begged for you to take him all the way. Your body was his fucking sanctuary, plain and simple.

Yours and Billy’s sex life was held mostly in the hands of Billy, given that he’d known all there is to get the best out of it. Let’s just put it this way: he was the Stephen fucking Hawking in the sheets, and he took that gold metal with pride. Billy was no amateur, he wasn’t just an encyclopedia for making sex as hot and exciting as it could be, but he also happened to be safe about it. That’s what truly makes him the best, that he knows all the risks, and does great lengths to avoid accidental pregnancies or other consequences that may occur. He’d still make sure you were having fun, and he’d spend chunks of money from his paycheck nearly every week on condoms for you both, stocking up and hiding them somewhere inconspicuous in every single room. The pull out method just never worked for Billy, mostly because it’s too risky and he doesn’t trust himself when he’s about to blow to do it anywhere else not in you.

So that’s why he nearly choked on the coffee he had gulped at the exact moment that you said you wanted to try taking him raw this time tonight.

Coughing and stuttering like a bafoon, he finally clears his throat and recovers from you nearly killing him, and then stares.

“What? We’ve fucked just about every other way imaginable, why not try it out?” you stick your bottom lip out, pleading as you go up to him closer and closer. So close that he feels the hairs behind his neck stand up and goosebumps forming when your hot breath fans his ear.

Billy closed his eyes and takes a deep breath before setting his coffee down on the table. He refuses to lose his composure, and knows that there’s so much that could go wrong without using protection. “Don’t do that.”

“I don’t know what you’re accusing me of doing, baby. I’m not doing anything,” you chuckle. Your hands crawl up his broad chest and even run over his hardened nipple through his shirt, and now he fucking regrets not wearing a tank top underneath. Slowly losing control over what his wife is doing to him, he tries to speak as you trail itty bitty kisses on his ear before biting it, making him sigh out a small “ahh” and losing his train of thought.

You kiss everywhere and anywhere you can get your paws on, persuading him with your body and your words.

“Mm, I mean think about it, B. We’ve got it all. A home with all this space, decent careers. Hell, since we got hitched my parents have even encouraged this,” you rub your hands down his back.

“Don’t you dare bring up your parents right now while I’m getting hard.”

“Hey, I’ve been riled up this whole time, so you can—“

Billy took your head in his hands and smashed your lips together, swirling his tongue with yours. Without any more convincing needed on his end, he effortlessly hitched you up in his arms and carries you to the couch. Unwilling and too impatient to take this upstairs, he could’ve fucked you right there on the floor and still be perfectly sated.

“Knew you didn’t have it in you,” you grin, before he sucks on your tongue again and pulling away for two seconds before telling you to shut the fuck up. He’s so ready to get down and dirty already, but he knows that that’s no way to fuck his wife. No no, what he’s gonna do is get back at you for making him choke on his coffee and not asking him about this in a professional manner. God, he swears he loves you more than anything, but sometimes, knowing the affect you have on him, he fucking hates you for using it all to his advantage.

Billy’s cock is like an annoying exclamation point in his jeans, and he thanks himself for going commando on the daily. He throws his belt harshly to the ground, the leather and buckle landing with a loud rattle and a thwack. You widen your eyes and let out a laugh in disbelief at his temper.

“Holy shit, you’ve got to calm down. You’re at a ten, and I’m gonna need you at like a seven.”

Billy growls like a jealous mutt, desperately picking at your items of clothing to be taken off for him to get down to playing with what’s his.

“Calm down, you’re telling me to fucking calm down after what you’ve done? Why don’t you take off your clothes already, or am I gonna have to do all this myself?”

Once in every while your husband gets so unbelievably bratty and childish when he’s horny that he’ll snap at you for taking your time, or even making fun of him in the heat of the moment. He’s dramatic now, but once he comes he’ll be back to normal and laughing about it later.

“Okay, okay, Mister Bossy. Take the piss out of it,” you grumble, still just as ready to feel Billy as he is to get inside you. You take time unbuttoning your flannel that you stole from your husband, getting stuck on the fourth button. Billy has to take the time to palm himself through his jeans for some sort of relief. He then rolls his eyes and whines after forty five seconds had gone by and you’ve somehow mysteriously forgotten how buttons work.

“Come the fuck on, babe, I’m kinda gonna bust on my own here.”

“I’m trying!”

“Not hard enough! You know what? Forget it,” he pulls the flannel down enough to expose your under shirt then pulls that down too. Exposing your breasts to his delight, he finally fucking gets to get his hands on you and he doesn’t wait around. He smiles like a maniac and puts his head down to nuzzle himself between your breasts, sucking absentmindedly on each one and then playing with them. You hum as he gives you the good treatment, sloppy kisses being plotted on the valley of your chest. After Billy feels like he’s had his fix, he moves on to pull your sweats off and rub you through your underwear. You’d gotten so goddamn soaked to the point of feeling the pool of it seeping through your panties. It nearly gives Billy fucking heart palpatations, seeing his absolute favorite sight of his wet wife all for him and his dick only.

Billy possessively, even devilishly, loves the idea of this belonging to his eyes and his touch only. No other bastard on planet earth is as lucky as he is, finding you, picking you. Hell, especially marrying you.

He has to swallow the drool that’s nearly started just looking at the gorgeousity. Without any further ado, he takes the hem of your underwear and plucks them right off, then discreetly puts them in his back pocket of his jeans for later. Pulling back to marvel at the sight of his beautiful wife with her tits hanging out of her flannel, otherwise completely bare for him to take her. Out of purely routine, he reaches for the pack of condoms that were hidden for you both underneath the couch cushion, until you grab his arm and shake your head with your teeth nibbling your bottom lip.

“Right. Sorry. Old habits die hard I guess,” he laughs, as giddy as a schoolboy looking up a girl’s skirt. He undoes his jeans and sheds them, fully remembering the gift he had snatched for himself still crumbled up in his back pocket. His middle finger has taken to rhythmic patterns on your clit before swooping down to you for a hot kiss.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous as always, babe. Married a goddamn pornstar, didn’t I?” he goes in for more, the sound of your lips smacking and your breathy groans to be heard throughout the living room. He switches his technique and swirls his pointer and middle fingers through your gushing slit and bringing it back up to your clit. You grind more into his hand as he takes your breast with his other hand that’s not driving you insane right about now.

“God, baby. I want — I want more, please? I need —“

“You gonna be good for me, hm? Gonna take it, and be more respectful next time you ask me for somethin’?”

“Yes! Yes I will, I am!” you almost want to fucking slap him for the sheer torture he’s putting you through, but it could be served as karma for what you did. But sue you if you weren’t gonna beat around the bush, okay? You’re straight up about what you want and when you want it from your husband. He’s even said before that that’s a quality he loves about you. He’s just as bratty and needy as you can be, which is what makes you the impeccable couple.

“That’s my girl. It’ll all happen soon, just be good,” he murmurs, gradually slowing down his fingers from you and then taking them out, giving them a lick. While maintaining eye contact, he takes the two fingers that had just been all over your clit, and sucks them hard in his mouth all the way down his knuckle. Satisfied with the wound up reaction he got outta you, he keeps one hand on your tits while the other snakes down to his own zipper. When he pulls it down, already exposing his junk given that since you two had been hitched he’d solemnly swear to go commando, always ready to give it to his needy baby. As he still palms your breast and pinches at your nipple, he starts to slowly jack himself slow and steady. Like he’s feeling Jesus, the man closes his eyes and stutters a sigh at how fucking amazing you make him feel.

You involuntarily open your legs wider, hoping the invitation will entice him to get busy and start fucking you raw, but the sight only motivates him to speed his own strokes on himself. Frustrated at the lack of attention you’re receiving, you huff and shove him with all the strength you have in your legs off of the couch. Billy is flown to the carpet floor, livid and cursing up a storm, which you expected and prepared for. He was just being a drama queen as always, and you order him to shut his nagging up before joining him on the floor and pulling him on top of you.

“Fucking brat,” he taunts adjusting you more to be perfectly open and ready underneath him.

“No, you are! I wasn’t just gonna sit there while you play with yourself,” you spit back, before both of you pause to start cracking up. He covers his face in his hands as his shoulders shake with every laugh, and you mirror his attitude.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Billy reminds you, giving your nose a kiss.

“We’ve been married for three years, Billy. I think I might know that by now,” you tease, patting his cheek with your palm before accepting another kiss. This one is much less hurried and dirty, but more tender and loving. It’d be sweet if he wasn’t about to fuck you bare on the floor for the first time in your entire marriage.

Billy lines up as he blows you a kiss, watching your facial expressions like a hawk to read how you’re feeling as he peeks just the tip through. He takes more time to run his dick along your entire slit to loosen you up a bit, and give your clit the attention it starves for. When he actually slides in, as bare as he was born, he furrows his brows and drops his jaw at the beautiful warmth. Having done this with a rubber like the million other times you’ve fucked, of course it satisfied him, felt just as amazing. But the extra intimacy being shared here is driving more and more blood down south far more rapidly than ever before, and he really has to clench and keep himself together to not ruin it by blowing his load early.

Your face says you’ve been dicked down to paradise, having an innocent open mouth smile appear as you groan at the fullness taking up your pussy. Billy is slow about picking up the pace, not wanting to turn into an animal quite yet, still enjoying the feeling of his wife’s bare wet cunt swallowing him up. Once he’s balls deep inside, so far and so big that he sees himself through your stomach, that’s when he starts to get a little more excited.

“Fuck, I love this pussy more than anything in the world,” he grunts, pulling all the way out and doing a rundown with his cock on your clit. He takes a moment to look downward at your joining togetherness, the picture so beautiful and right and wrong that he moans louder before needing to squeeze his eyes shut. After he’s got a better grasp on control, he then bows his head down low and spits a good amount down onto his cock, lubing you up way more than necessary. With the extra kick and slide that it gave the two of you, he starts not holding anything back. And then your husband goes to fucking town with his hips.

Billy starts getting real creative when building up more and more during this stage of sex, now doing figure eight’s with his cock inside you. He even starts pulling out of you to grind his length up and down, then repeating. Soon your howls and his yells as well as the fucked up and half assed dirty talk is all to be heard. Along with the slapping of flesh, which is music to Billy’s ears. He’s spouting nonsense about how heavenly your cunt feels wrapped around him, tight and nice. You’ve started grinding back into his thrusts, and like fucking rabbits, you both stutter a warning to the other about how close each of you are getting.

“Baby, ohmygod— so fuckin’ good, I’m gonna cum inside you, gonna give you all my damn kids, I don’t give a damn. You feel so amazing,” his hips go as fast as he can physically pull off, and you whine as he comes down to you and gives you a kiss that’s mostly just sharing his saliva.

“Ahh — I’m so close, it’s—“

“Do it, do it baby. Cum on your husband’s cock,” he begs, pace stuttering before he finally stills. With a low hum from you and a noisy groan from a very sweaty Billy, the ribbon finally snaps in both of you. He bursts, still staying deep inside you as his fingers fervishly rub the fuck out of your clit to help you find your orgasm on his dick. You squeeze around him while on cloud nine, making him yelp and milk more out of him that he didn’t know he had.

“Shit,” he sighs, not yet pulling out of you before wiping his forehead off and doing the same for you. You whimper at the emptiness when does, you and your husband trying to catch your breath. When he looks down he smirks at his scene of the crime dripping all the way down out of you. Without saying anything, he scoops it back up and rubs your clit another couple times, then copying his actions from earlier and sucking his fingers clean.

“I fucking loved that. If you’re knocked up right now, that’s not stopping me from doin’ that again,” he laughs, laying down beside you and taking your jaw before giving you a good loving post-sex kiss.

“Mm, I liked it too. Billy, I don’t wanna get up, can you grab me my panties? They’re around here somewhere,” you lazily point to the couch and the floor around you. Billy then snatched you up off the floor, you still very naked and filled save for his flannel. He tosses you on the bed as you land with a bounce and a giggle. Your husband throws you a water bottle and you catch it. Both of you chug more than half of it down as you still await for him to follow through with your request.

“Nope. No idea where they went, actually. Sorry babe,” he answers, casually throwing his jeans in the laundry basket you share and smirking to himself at the present still sitting in his back pocket.

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I also hc Billy as a dude that takes his s/o’s underwear after sex lmao. oh if anyone’s wondering what im up to writing: I have 1k on the next chapter of girl next door and I’m still working on several asks:)

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Thanks for the shove and now it’s in the void for you to enjoy. 

“Give me your body and let me love you like I do Come a little closer and let me do those things to you This feeling will last forever, baby, that's the truth Let me be your man so I can love you” Let Me by ZAYN

A shirtless Tharn sat on the couch eating vanilla ice cream. Type appeared from the bathroom, wrapped in just a towel. “You forget to bring your clothes to the bathroom again? Could’ve called for them.” Tharn gave him a smirk as he spooned some ice cream into his mouth, facetiously smacking his lips as he eyed his boyfriend’s glistening chest.

“Can I help you?” Type raises an eyebrow. Tharn only spooned some more ice cream, but it never made it to his mouth, because on this particular night Type’s just showered look was driving him insane.

“Don’t mind me. Get dressed,” Tharn laughed and gestures to the dresser. As if he was going to let him get dressed.The ice cream was now dripping so Tharn dropped the spoon back into the bowl. Type went to the dresser. Tharn tried to reach for the towel, but Type jumped away.

“Want some?” Type rolled his eyes. “Come on,” Tharn lunged, because in all truthfulness Type didn’t jump that faraway in the first place. His hand connected with a wrist and he pulled Type onto the couch. The towel almost came loose, but Type quickly hooked it back. There was just enough of a slit showing off Type’s thigh to drive Tharn crazier with anticipation. “Come on, have some.” Tharn spooned some ice cream and started for Type’s mouth then he “accidentally” let it fall onto Type’s chest. His boyfriend hissed, eyes glazing over with playful lust.

“Whoops,” Tharn smiled. “Let me get that.” Type just sat there, his eyebrows communicating: what are you waiting for? Tharn dived in, licking the delicious, sweet treat off of his chest. Tharn couldn’t resist so his hand found the towel opening and slid up a thigh. Type’s head fell back against the couch. Tharn stopped his hand from going any further. Type looked at him, a pleading gaze in his eyes. “Patience. I know you have none, but patience.”

“Jerk!” Type exclaimed. Then with such softness in his voice, “I haven’t had any ice cream.”

“Oh, I can fix that.” Type watched as his boyfriend covered his lips with vanilla ice cream, a generous amount hanging on his bottom lip. He blinked several times and started laughing. Tharn didn’t have to ask, though. A tongue attacked his lips. The taste of vanilla exploded in Type’s mouth as their tongues collided into a very sweet, sticky kiss. Tharn kept a hold of the kiss for as long as he could until he slid off the couch and down to his knees. Type let out a huff. Tharn jerked away the towel, lips pressed into his thigh and Type had no chance to complain.

“Tharn,” Type murmured.

“Hmmm,” he looked up.

“Get your lips back up here.” Tharn would oblige but his lips would work their way up. From an ankle, up the thigh, at the hip, over the abdomen, lingering longer on the neck, then the jaw into the cheek, and finally to his lips. Type kissed back feeling himself get harder by the minute. Then he jerked Tharn’s head back, kissed his chin and said, “Sit back down on the couch.” Tharn pouted a little bit, because he was hoping to resume the earlier position with his face in Type’s lap. The grip on his hair tightened. Tharn groaned and sat on the couch. It was Type’s turn to jerk away obstructing material and toss it away. Boxers were yanked over Tharn’s hips and then flew over Type’s shoulder onto the floor. Tharn took in a deep breath as his beautifully naked boyfriend sank into his lap. Tharn hooks arms around him as he feels a hand curl up his neck. Type bites his lip and leans in for a kiss. There’s one thing he’ll never get over: when Tharn smiles into a kiss. Feeling that smile against his lips sends Type to a different place. Type pressed into him and Tharn breathlessly let go of his lips. With impressive strength, Tharn lifted Type. He giggled, which Type would never admit to in the morning, but he knew Tharn would definitely remind him about it. Tharn laid him onto the bed. Every so often they moved the birthday box. This time it was just hanging out on the end table, probably because someone(Type) forgot to put it back in their hiding place. Tharn sat on the edge of the bed to open it and let out a heavy sigh. “Type, we’ve almost finished this box.” Type’s hands gripped shoulders and he peeked over to inspect the box.

“Shit. Three left? Impossible.”

“I feel like Techno might have something funny to say if he were here,” Tharn jokes. Type squeezes Tharn by the chin. That eyebrow was going to town again.

“Techno isn’t here,” he growled. “And would never be in this situation.” Tharn set the condom on the end table, because he knew his joke would force them to reset the mood. He turned around, keen on getting his face back into Type’s lap, but then he softly smiled.

“We’ve barely started, but if you want to sleep now that’s okay.” Tharn brushes hair from Type’s forehead and kisses it. Type’s eyes fly open and a smirk covers his face as he rolls Tharn onto the bed.

“Oh, I’m far from done.” Type crashes lips onto Tharn’s neck. Then he suddenly stops. Tharn gives him a confused look as he sits up on elbows to gaze at a beautiful ass while it grabs the bowl of ice cream from the coffee table.

“That’s probably melted by now.”

“Yeah, and?” Type smirks. He pushes Tharn back against the headboard. There was a pool of vanilla ice cream in the bowl, some melted, some still hanging on. Type doesn’t mess around, doesn’t tease anything. He climbs into Tharn’s lap and just dumps the sticky mess onto his chest, watching it drip down to his belly button. Impressively Tharn didn’t budge. He just looked down at his chest then back to Type. “Where you going to start?” Tharn fingered some of the ice cream and yanked Type by the neck with the other hand. Type smiles realizing that this where Tharn wanted him to start and so he steadies a hand with his, brushing the ice cream finger across his lips, then he puts it into his mouth, making a very very loud suckingsound. Tharn chuckled and then Type quickly changed direction. There was a chunk of ice cream right in the middle of his chest. Type graciously lapped it up and then let his tongue travel down to catch the ice cream that continued to drip. He scooted down, holding Tharn by the hips on his way, his tongue cleared the ice cream, letting his lips hover just above a now hard again boyfriend.

“Type,” Tharn murmurs as a tongue flicks over a head. “I want to taste your lips.”

“They’re busy,” Type snickers and continues, taking Tharn whole now. Tharn propped hands at the side of Type’s head knowing exactly what to do to stop him. With slow movement he started forcing Type’s mouth over him. “You know I don’t like that as much as you do,” Type grumbled. He looked up to give him a glare. Type tried again, but with a cheeky smile Tharn also stopped him again. Type huffed. He was really adamant on doing this, because Tharn looked on with surprise as his tongue went to try again, but he snatched Type by the shoulders, flipping him hard into the bed. “I like this way better,” Tharn ventures down and his mouth sank over him whole as he gladly placed Type’s hands into his hair. Since Tharn liked it so much he pressed his head into his lap harder, as hard and as fast as Tharn would allow because sometimes a hand over his meant slow down. Often, Tharn has no objections because he wanted his mouth stuffed. Type enjoyed every part of his throat as it swallowed him, the sounds were music to his ears but he was getting antsy now. “Tharn, fuck me please. Tharn.” Type’s back arched into the bed when surprise fingers pushed inside of him. Tharn’s lips were now kissing into thighs as fingers kept getting Type ready. Type groaned. “Babe, stop fuckingteasing me.” Tharn loved it when he sounded grumpy but the words also came out of his mouth with such a whining softness. Calling him “Babe” also drove him crazy so Tharn jumped to his knees, arms completely cradling Type upward to lean him against the headboard. Type reaches for the condom; pretty confident the mood has been set. Then his big mouth starts a conversation meant for later. “Do we always have to use these?” Tharn’s eyes went wide. He could feel the surprise in them as he gulped. He merely took the condom from Type, opened it and put it on. “We can talk about that later,” Tharn chuckled. Type sheepishly grinned, Tharn kissed his cheeks that were flushing red and rubbed warm ears that turned the color of a tomato. Tharn latches hands to cradle him again and easier than expected, Type falls onto him holding fast to neck and shoulders. Sloppy kissing ensues, lips glisten with wetness as Type starts to bounce. For a moment neither of them manages to say a word. Only heavy breathing fills the studio apartment. Tharn readjusts positions, sitting himself in the middle of the bed, legs wide. Type’s teeth sink into his shoulder as he bounced faster. He could sense what Tharn wanted to do next so Type put his face within inches of his, “I thought I told you to fuck me.” Tharn scooted all the way down, Type felt the lift underneath and then reached around to help Tharn back inside. He gave him a single hard thrust to set the pace. “Shit!” Type sneered, but had eyes full of yearning, “Is that all you got?” Tharn scrambled to grab Type, pulling him down to his chest. “F-fuck,” Type stuttered as Tharn quickened his pace. He sneered back, “Is this what you want? Hmm?” Type answered by grabbing a face and sloppily kissing it again. Tharn kept thrusting, faster and harder, especially when he caught a gasp in his mouth. Tharn smiled as Type buried his face into his neck, fingers digging into one shoulder. He kept thrusting but then sat them up. Type feverishly grabbed face again. Tharn only allows him to have a small kiss this time. He reached for Type, raking a thumb over his head. It made him hiss and start bouncing again like Tharn wanted.

Type wasn’t small but seeing him fit inside his ’arms like this made Tharn feel as if this were meant to be. With a grin he melted his lips to Type’s. The movements quickened. “Thaaarn,” Type moaned in his ear. It’s like with just his name, Type begged for him to finish. For him to scoot down again and thrust upward. Type let go with a small whimper. Tharn felt a little on his abdomen and then for good measure he wrapped a hand around him as he continued fucking. Type let out another gasp and teeth found Tharn’s shoulder again. Tharn felt a small leg shake, then he collapsed onto him, and Tharn felt amazed every time. That glazed over look of pleasure will always be exclusively for him.

“I’m sorry,” Type mumbles as he lays in the crook of Tharn’s shoulder. Some good shivers still jerked at Type’s body, so Tharn started caressing a back to relax him. Then he asked, “For what?”

“You didn’t come did you?” Tharn laughed.

“It doesn’t always matter to me, Type, but I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me later.” Tharn kissed his nose.  

“Now, I have to shower again.” Type’s nose scrunched up in annoyance and Tharn just had to kiss it again. Type jumped up and headed to the bathroom. He didn’t have to ask Tharn to follow. Once he had Tharn inside, he slammed the door. Tharn had removed the condom on his way in. He tossed it in the bathroom garbage. Type made a grumpy face as he stared at the basically unused thing. From behind, Tharn’s arms enveloped him and he pressed lips to his cheek. “It really doesn’t matter to me.” He reassured his boyfriend. Suddenly, Tharn had a suspicion that Type was going to make up for it sooner rather than later.

“Just get in the shower.” Type turns and pushed him towards it. “I did say earlier, that I’m far from done.”

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*Thorns part 5 Eric x OC*

He could still taste her on his lips at breakfast, could still feel her silk skin under his fingers as he tied his boots, could still smell her peach shampoo on his morning run. She was everywhere but nowhere all at once, he hadn’t seen her since last night despite how much he searched for her.. it was an uneasy feeling.. caring for someone other than himself. She was all he could focus on, all he could think about.

...Although Deemas smug grin and curious eyes were enough to draw his focus to his annoying best friend.

“What are you staring at?” Eric grumbled, arms crossed as he kept his eyes on the initiates pathetically sparring each other. Not only was he desperately distracted he was also pissed off and frustrated, the display in front of him was enough to to have his blood boiling. “Adams, lift your fucking arms or I’ll break them before you have a chance to block your ugly ass face.”

Deema grinned

“You have.. that look.” The shorter boy circled the much larger tattooed man in front of him.

Eric squirmed under the inspection of his goofy friend

“Knock that shit off, I don’t have any “look”” he growled.

Deemas eyes lit up and an ear splitting grin broke free on his handsome face

“You got laid! My man!” He lifted a palm to Eric’s face, laughing when he smacked it out of the way “who’s the lucky lady?”

“Shut up, I didn’t get laid. Lower your fucking voice.” Eric hissed, eyes darting around the room.

“Was it Lauren again? I’ve seen her following you.. I mean she’s a little.. much. But all power to ya if you’re into silicone.” Deema chuckled.

“Fuck that shit. I haven’t touched Lauren since that night and I don’t plan on ever doing it again.” His nose scrunched up in disgust, Lauren slept with anyone who would give her credibility.. when she couldn’t get Four she had set her sights on Eric and he had stupidly fallen for her long legs and short shorts, alcohol buzzing through his blood.

“So who..”

Deema was cut off by the heavy metal door of the training room swinging open, all of the initiates turned to see what had caused the noise and in an instant Eric was in front of them all..

“Ella?” He questioned.. stepping towards the source of the disruption.

The beautiful brunettes heavy boots beat the linoleum tile, her hand was wrapped tight around one of the newer trainees wrist as she pulled him towards the fighting ring, breezing past Eric and his initiates. Her group of trainees trailed through the open door all looking slightly terrified.

“What’s happening?” Deema moved to stand by Eric beside the ring as they watched Ella tie up her hair and pull off the black long sleeve shirt she had on leaving her in nothing but her tight sports bra and spandex shorts.

Her body was something on an entirely different level, her stomach tanned and toned but subtle curves dipping from her hips to her muscled thighs. Her chest was plenty more than Eric had been expecting based off of her small stature, a bead of sweat rolling from the length of her neck to nestle right between the dips of her breasts. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman Eric had ever seen.

Then there were the bruises.

Heavy handed purple and green splotches littering her sides, indentations made clear that it was a fist that had beaten her right next to her rib cage. Her spine was marred with scars just beginning to heal and the fingerprint sized bruises on her forearms made Eric’s stomach twist and turn in the beginning stages of nausea. The sight alone made him want to kill something... someone. Her low and angry voice had him snapping out of his own head

“Go ahead Evans, hit me... this is what you wanted isn’t it? “A crack at the crazy bitch?” Well I’m standing right here? You’re not scared are you?” She taunted the much larger boy, clapping her hands together and bracing her feet, knees tight and eyes wild.

Danny Evans was an arrogant Dauntless born piece of shit, Eric had experienced his insubordinace first hand when the boy refused to pack up his shit, Eric had him running laps until he threw up, he had apparently gone too far with the newest trainer and was now staring at her from across the fighting ring, anger and confusion mixing together on his face.

“You’re a fucking psycho.” He sneered “everyone knows you’re insane, that they filled you up with some crazy shit when you were with the factionless.”

Ella laughed, her eyes never leaving the angry boy once.

“You’re right.. I’m crazy. Insane even. But Im stronger than you.. I’m smarter than you.. I’m better than you.. I am every damn thing you could ever hope to be.”

That was all it took, Danny lunged for her with a feral growl reaching for her throat, Ella easily dodged his grasp driving a heavy fist into his side causing him to bend over in pain her free hand reaching up to grip a chunk of his blonde hair and delivering another swift punch to his cheek, blood splitting from his now open lip. She kicked at his side with reverence and swiped his legs out from under him, locking him in place and twisting his arms so they pulled behind his back. He yelped, wiggling and attempting to kick his legs. Ella bent low to his ear and whispered

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you to stay away from crazy girls.” She tugged one final time, firmly dislocating his shoulder before dropping his arms and climbing off of him, his screams echoing abasing the quiet murmur of the room. she was panting, adrenaline radiating off of her.

“Class is dismissed for the day. Go pack up your guns. I’ll see you tommorow, extra early.” Her voice was back to its normal honey smooth tone as she adressed her group. They all scrambled to their feet and rushed out the door, most of them were impressed but some were more than a little scared.

Eric watched the way Ella’s shoulders shook just slightly, her eyes far away as she moved to walk past him, head down.

“Ella..” he reached out for her, his fingers just brushing her forearm. she looked down at his fingers on her skin before quickly pulling away. Tears built up in the corners of her chocolate eyes as she gathered her shirt from the ring and rushed past him.

Eric watched her go, an aching in his chest that he wasn’t familiar with.

“So it’s her. Shit dude.”

Deemas hand came to rest on Eric’s shoulder.

Eric turned quickly

“I..” He stuttered, unsure if he was ready to speak it out loud, to put it out there.

“You don’t have to say anything.. just go.” Deema smiled in only the way a friend who had been through what they had together could.

He didn’t have to be told twice, pushing past the trainees and rolling through the metal doors. He knew exactly where she was.

He found her resting on the ledge of the roof, the sun setting against her skin made it glow in hues of yellow and gold, he could make out the tracks of her tears on her skin when she turned to look at him. As soon as she did though she turned away.

“I can’t talk to you right now.” She whispered “I’ll.. I’ll talk to you later okay?” He hated how small her voice sounded, the breeze rustling her curls, he had to bite down the desire to run his fingers through them.

“You did what you had too, there’s nothing wrong with letting them know you’re in charge. They’re dauntless now.. they need to learn.” He sighed when she didn’t answer, moving to stand behind her resting his hand against the small of her back.

It all happened too suddenly for him to process, Ella leaped down from the ledge and onto the floor of the roof, stumbling away from Eric.

“How can you sit there and touch me?! How can you even look at me? You don’t know what I’ve done.. what I’m capable of!” She cried desperately, tears leaking down her cheeks as she pushed herself into the brick wall closest to the door. “You need to stay away from me, .. I can’t be brave.. I can’t be anything.. I hurt people.. that’s what I do! And I won’t hurt you! I can’t.” She reached for the handle, desperate to get away, to run.

In two strides Eric had her wrapped up in his arms, his arms engulfing her waist. As he pressed her head into his chest, fingers rolling in her hair as he held her as tightly as possible.

“I know you Ella.. I see you. You’re beautiful and brave and strong and you’re broken but that’s okay. I’m broken too, I’m cruel and angry and mean and impatient but you make me feel something.. you make me feel everything. I’m not letting whatever this is go because you’re afraid of hurting me. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.. I’ve never had anyone.. I’ve never wanted anything like this but I want this with you. Don’t push me away, let me be there for you. Let me be here.” He gripped her chin and pulled her eyes toward his, She sniffled and closed her eyes lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

“I’m pathetic.” Her lips lifted just slightly, enough to make Eric laugh softly.

“You’re beautiful.” He repeated.

Ella lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, her fingers tracing his tattoo gently. His own eyes drifted closed at the feel of her fingers on his throat “hmm” he hummed.

“Do you think I’ll get In trouble for the whole Danny thing?” She leaned forward, lips brushing his jaw following after her fingers.

He tightened his grip on her waist

“Fuck that. I was there, he had it coming. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Ella laughed, pure and open and warm. Her nose was red and her eyes were puffy from crying, she’d never looked quite as beautiful.

“Oh yeah? That’s what it takes? A couple undercuts and I have you around my finger. What on earth will all of the ladies of Dauntless say when they find out I’ve caught your attention? We’ll have a riot for sure.”

Eric grinned wickedly, scooping her up and into his arms bridal style, burying his face in her neck, smiling when she giggled and yelped.

“I couldn’t give a shit.” He mumbled against the smooth skin of her neck, inhaling as he slipped out the door with her wrapped up in his arms.

They were halfway down the hallway, Ella talking about the upcoming leadership conference at Amity when Elliot stopped them abruptly moving to stand in front of Eric, his eyes trained on the pretty brunette in his arms, a nasty glare set on his face.

“Where the fuck were you?” He growled.

Ella slipped from Eric’s grasp, her feet finding the floor before she turned towards Elliot.

“Excuse me?”

Eric tensed behind her, looming over her like an overgrown shadow.

“We had weapon training together and I leave to talk to Max for five minutes and find my entire class gone? What the fuck Ella?” He moved closer.

Eric gently tugged Ella back, his expression absolutely lethal.

“Watch your mouth.” He growled.

“What are you going to do about it Coulter? She has you whipped and you haven’t even gotten anything out of her yet. You won’t.. I know bitches like this.. they string you along for nothing.. look at her. You really think she’s worth more than a quick fuck in the training room?” He scoffed, laughing.

Everything went black.

The last thing he heard was his name falling from Ella’s lips.

[mimi-love-4ever]

Summer Heat

SasuSaku Month 2018 - Day 13: Summer Heat Rating: T+ (Language) Context: Non-massacre, non-shinobi AU A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you like it! Here’s the previous prompt, Day 12 (Dinner).

Sasuke was carrying a bucket of paint and a tray of brushes the first time he saw her. He blinked several times to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Pastel pink hair and alluring green eyes. She was talking animatedly with his uncle Obito near the front gate of the house as she swept her strangely colored hair up into a ponytail. Since he had his earphones in, he failed to hear what she was saying, but whatever it was it had his uncle howling with laughter with the way he was bending over and slapping his knee. It honestly looked like he was dying from oxygen deprivation.

Whatever the girl said couldn’t have been that funny, he thought to himself, almost annoyed.

He forced himself to look away and kept walking towards the end of the fence where he was supposed to start painting first. When his uncle had convinced his parents to let him stay for the summer, to clear his head before college began, Sasuke hadn’t expected to be put to work. Obito had bought an old house in a nice, quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of Konoha and had decided to renovate it as a summer project. So, honestly, he should have suspected he’d be used for free labor by his eccentric uncle. The only thing that had kept him from driving back home was that Obito had promised to teach him some martial arts, which is something his mother had forbidden him from learning when he was younger.

The next time he saw the girl with the pink hair, he was driving through downtown Konoha one afternoon. Obito had sent him to pick up something or another at the store like a little errand boy. He just happened to take a glance to the right at a stop light and saw her spinning on her tiptoes as easily as a breath of air. She was in a dance studio, alone. The passionate expression on her face caught him off guard. He couldn’t deny she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Which is why he grumbled to himself and sped out of there before anyone caught him staring. Sasuke was not in the habit of letting girls catch his eye and he did not plan to let it happen.

He arrived back at the house thoroughly annoyed, threw the shopping bag on his uncle’s table, and holed up in his room. He slipped in his earphones and spent the next couple hours trying to put that girl out of mind. He tried so hard that he ended up falling asleep to the image of sparkling viridian eyes, nonetheless.

It was almost a month into his stay when he ran into her again. Obito had left him a to-do list of things that needed to be done while he went into town for a few hours. Sasuke called bullshit because his uncle had been gone since early morning and he was stuck cleaning the stinky gutters as the sun blazed on mercilessly. Sweat trickled down his neck right down to his shirt, making it stick to his body uncomfortably. The heated up metal of the ladder he was standing on wasn’t helping the situation. He groaned in protest and decided to scoop one last patch of gutter gunk before calling it quits. Not even the music blasting through his earphones was helping him put the summer heat out of mind. He let the ball of gunk fall to the ground carelessly, where he could then pick it up better, when his ladder shook roughly and almost toppled him over.

Sasuke cursed loudly and looked down trying to find the source of the disturbance. His eyes widened in shock when he saw pink muddied locks, then a furious face with green eyes  shooting daggers at him. He ripped the earphones off and quickly climbed down.

“What the hell is your problem?” The girl exclaimed. “I was just trying to get your attention and you go and drop this shit on me!”

Sasuke winced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you, or hear you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I figured,” she pouted and tried to get big chunks of gutter trash off her head. “Great, now I gotta go all the way back home and shower.”

“No, wait.” Sasuke surprised himself by saying and  looked away embarrassed. “Uh, why don’t you come in? You can use our bathroom.”

She raised an eyebrow at his boldness. “I don’t even know your name, buddy. You could be a killer for all I know, looking to kidnap girls like me.”

“Annoying?” Sasuke quipped.

“Young and full of life.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her reply. “Sasuke Uchiha. College-bound student, not a killer.”

“Oh, you must be Mr. Uchiha’s nephew!” Her eyes brightened as she stuck her hand out to him. “He hasn’t shut up about you, you know?”

“Great,” he grimaced. “I can just imagine the things he’s said.”

“Well, you don’t look stupid, for one,” she giggled. “Although, he did also mention you have a stick up your ass, so…”

You’re dead, Obito! Sasuke glared at the floor furiously. He could feel the tips of his ears burn red.

“Sakura Haruno,” she introduced herself, chuckling. “Now that I know you’re not a closeted killer, I wouldn’t mind using your bathroom, but I still got my eye on you.”

After their official disaster of a meeting, Sasuke found Sakura stopping by more often. She would try to get him out of the house any chance she got, but to no avail, so she ended up trailing after him and helping out. Once Obito found out what was going on he waited for Sakura to go home before laughing and teasing him relentlessly about her. Somehow his uncle got it in his head that he and Sakura would soon hook up, which is why he almost freaked out when two weeks later Sakura started pestering him about a party. A friend of a friend was hosting a party at her family’s summer house, about forty minutes away, and Sakura insisted he should go with her. Of course, he flat out refused, remembering his uncle’s teasing. That’s when Sakura had pulled out the big guns.

Her pink lips formed a pout as her viridian eyes widened slightly and she looked at him pleadingly. His thoughts betrayed him as he found her to be entirely too enticing for her own good. Needless to say, she played him like a damn fiddle.

Sasuke threw on a clean white t-shirt, jeans and a pair of black Converse and waited for Sakura to show up. Since he didn’t want to tip off Obito of the situation, he told Sakura they should take her car, to which she readily agreed. It seemed Obito had started teasing her too whenever he wasn’t paying attention.

At seven, on the dot, Sakura was pulling up in the driveway. She waved at him without getting off and he hurried over to the passenger seat. The drive on the way over was laid back with Sasuke simply enjoying the cool air from the AC beating away the heat of summer while Sakura played songs from her playlist and sang a long at the top of her lungs. She grinned at him and laughed every time he would complain about the too bubblegum pop songs she played, but he never once told her to shut up or change it. When they finally reached their destination an hour later, the party looked to be well underway already. Sakura parked down the street and was checking over her light make-up as he got out.

The second Sakura stepped out of the car, Sasuke knew this party was gonna be hell. He hadn’t noticed it when he got in the car, but Sakura looked good. Way, way, too good and damn it all if he didn’t find her insanely attractive. She wore a thin red, off the shoulder top that fell a little short and showed off a good amount of her flat stomach. It accompanished a tight, high waisted black skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a pair of black wedge sneakers that had a mesmerizing effect on her long legs.

“Do you think I look okay?” Sakura asked him, biting her lip, as she tucked a rose-colored lock behind her ear.

Sasuke had never felt so conflicted. He wanted to tell her that she looked amazing, but at the same time, he wanted to shove her back in the car and drive away so no stupid hormonal boys could look at her.

“You look fine,” he forced out.

“Oh,” she said. He could have sworn he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes before it was gone and she smiled. “As long as I don’t look terrible. Come on, Sasuke, we need to loosen you up.”

As soon as they stepped through the door, Sakura was bombarded by a vivacious blonde who grinned like a Cheshire cat at her outfit and handed both of them a half-filled red cup. Ino, he remembered Sakura mentioning the name of her best friend. She wasted no time in pulling her into a throng of people in the middle of the large living room that were supposed to be dancing, but looked to be too tipsy for that. Hard paced music blasted from hidden speakers around the room while a strobe of light flashed every now and then.

He wasn’t the type to drink, but when he caught several leering glances directed at Sakura, he chugged the entire contents of the cup. Whatever it was tasted terrible and almost made him gag at the after taste. Although he hadn’t known Sakura for very long, he felt protective of her. It almost came at no surprise seeing as how there was just something about her that drew people right in.

Sasuke ended up in a corner, mostly to hide from the attention other girls were directing at him in the form of flirtatious eyes and not so subtle looks. He focused instead on Sakura and the big smile on her face as she danced. She had ditched the cup and had both hands thrown up in the air above her, her hips swaying sensually in time to the rhythm of the music. He lost count of how many songs Sakura danced to, but she eventually made her way over to him slightly out of breath and fanning her face.

Her eyes shimmered with excitement and her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink. She looked at him with a certain intensity that made the room heat up a couple of degrees.

“Dance with me?” Sakura giggled, tugging on his arm.

“I don’t dance,” he replied, glancing at the tangle of people unamused.

“Oh, come on!” Sakura crossed her arms over her chest. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Sasuke found himself muttering under his breath.

“I’m gonna go get another drink then.” She gave him one last hopeful look before maneuvering through the living room and out of sight.

Having nothing better to do, he followed Sakura to the kitchen area, pushing people out the way. He could never understand why girls tried clinging to him when it was obvious he wasn’t interested. All except Sakura, that is…

He shook away those thoughts and rounded the corner. The sight before him, however, made all those thoughts come roaring right back. Sakura was leaning against the counter, drink in hand, smiling and laughing as some guy was talking to her. He stood a little taller than her, which made him lean down closer to Sakura’s face to be able to be heard over the loud noise of the music. Too close. Sasuke found it incredibly hard to resist the urge to shove him away and punch that smug grin off his face.

I have no claim on Sakura. Sasuke repeated like a mantra over and over in his head.

The guy leaned down even further and whispered something in Sakura’s ear. He put his hand on the counter and placed his other on her small waist. Her eyes widened a bit at whatever it was that he said before an offended expression crossed her face. Sasuke was about to step in when Sakura lifted her arm and dumped the contents of her cup on top of the guy’s head.

“Asshole,” she snarled angrily and pushed him away.

The guy stumbled back, but managed to grab her wrist in a firm hold. “Don’t be such a bitch.”

In a flash Sasuke shot forward and gripped his arm tightly. He squeezed hard until the guy let go of Sakura with a groan of pain and fell to the ground clutching his arm. Sasuke ushered Sakura out of the kitchen, pushing past a small crowd that had gathered around them, and headed out the back door. Unlike the inside, the backyard was deserted and quiet enough to hear. Sakura stomped down a set of stairs and plopped down on the bottom step, fuming. Sasuke followed after her.

“Why are guys such jerks, Sasuke?” Sakura exploded. “Ugh, I swear, I always attract the worst.”

“That idiot, what did he say to you?” He asked a little curiously. He wanted to know whether he had to commit murder or not.

Sakura’s cheeks turned red, but it looked like more from embarrassment than anything. She huffed, “I’d rather not say.”

He frowned and figured it must have been pretty bad if she didn’t even want to tell him. Since he’s known her, she’s never held anything back. He also didn’t fail to notice the glossy shimmer in her eyes that signaled incoming tears.

“Forget that guy, he’s a loser if he can’t appreciate a girl like you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

She turned to him and felt the ghost of a smile on her lips. “Annoying?”

He smirked. “Young and full of life.”

A chorus of giggles fell from her mouth, turning into full blown laughter a second later as she remembered their first encounter and the very same words being spoken between them. A comfortable silence fell over them. Sakura enjoyed the cooling summer air and admired the stars above while Sasuke couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“Hey, Sasuke?” Sakura broke the silence.

“Hm?”

“Thank you,” she smiled so brilliantly, he thought his heart would stop. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Hn.”

Sakura laughed at his one-word syllable, but was overjoyed when she could discern more than that one word. Although Sasuke didn’t talk a lot or express his emotions as easily as she did, she was quick to pick up on just what exactly he was trying to say. Not for the first time, Sakura was glad she met Sasuke and more than happy that they had become friends. Friends…

Before she lost her courage, Sakura raised her head up and pecked his cheek. His warm skin felt like silk under her lips and sent a shock of electricity down her spine. She moved away and stared straight ahead, feeling a sense of shyness creep over her.

“Happy birthday, Sasuke-kun,” she whispered.

Sasuke sat frozen in his spot. The spot where she had kissed him blazed hot like wildfire and slowly spread throughout his body. He slowly registered her words and wondered if this was Obito’s doing. A faint blush reddened his cheeks as he tried to  figure out what to do or say. Frustratingly enough, his tongue twisted itself and left him speechless. Instead, he puckered up the courage and cradled her hand in his tentatively, giving her enough time to pull away if that’s what she wanted. She didn’t. Their fingers interconnected effortlessly, like two complementing jigsaw pieces.

“I’m really glad I met you, even if I never see you again after this summer,” Sakura said, every word ringing with sincerity.

“Don’t be annoying,” he stammered and squeezed her hand firmly. “We’re not going to stop being friends just because summer ends.”

“Oh yeah?” Sakura teased, her shyness melting away. “Can’t live without me, Uchiha?”

“I think you mean, you can’t live without me, Haruno,” Sasuke shot back easily.

Sakura poked him in the rib as payback and both erupted in laughter. The party was completely forgotten as Sakura launched into a story and Sasuke listened like he always did, while neither noticed their fingers were still interlocked.

[geminimoonbeamx]

Naive: Part 1

A/N: I’m so freaking happy you guys seemed to like the intro, I wrote this and a few other “chapters” up in one night! Hopefully I can get you guys as hyped as I am for this story😭💛

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Just cursing in this chapter because I have the mouth of a sailor. The stirrings of sexual tension. The big stuffs coming next time though you guys I promise lol

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

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You and Pepper sit in the back of a sleek black Mercedes as it winds through the city, towards Manhattan and the Tower.

It had only been a few years since you’d been in New York but damn, had your forgotten how small this city made you feel. You stare out of the window, your eyes tilted up at many sky scrapers, the sun glaring through your oversized sunglasses as you look at the sky.

It reminds you of a canopy, the way the buildings seem to box you in. An urban jungle that smelled like human pee and chronic exhaustion.

“Are you excited for the internship?” Pepper asks you with a grin and you nod enthusiastically, biting your bottom lip.

What she was talking about was the internship you’d managed to score at the American Museum of Natural History.

“So fucking excited. I mean- I know they’re going to have me doing chump work. Since I only just got my bachelors degree, but the boost that it’s giving my career is insane. Like, I’ll be working on my graduates degree at the same time so I’m hoping if I can make a good impression they’ll refer me to the Smithsonian”

You cant help but babble, your mouth going a mile a minute.

School had always been important to you. It’d been drilled into you by your scientist of a mother, and your college professor of a grandmother that education was the most valuable thing in this world. You’d luckily inherited your moms bright nature, and had graduated high school as the Valedictorian…

Which always made you laugh because you’d ditched more then a third of your senior year to smoke pot with your friends in your car and had still managed to pass top of your class.

College was harder, just like you knew it was going to be. But you still goverened a high grade point average. Double majoring in Sociology and History and minoring in Art Forensics.

Because you’d known, ever since you’d watched Indiana Jones when you we’re six, that all you wanted to do was work in Museums. You wanted to be surrounded by ancient scrolls and mystical tombs. You wanted your life to be the adventure you’d mapped it out to be in your head.

Plus the ide of your fat ass swinging around on vines and running from giant rolling death balls made you smile.

“That’s a lot to have on your plate at once. But if anyone can do it, it’s you. But just know if you neglect your flower girl duties, you will be replaced” Pepper jokes and you giver her a “har har”

“You mean maid of honor duties” You verify.

“What? You cant be both? We also we’re thinking of having you be the ring bearer” You roll your eyes at the strawberry blonde who’s typing away at her blackberry. It’s such a familiar sight, a wave of nostalgia washes over you.

You’d spent a good chunk of your childhood looking up to her.

When the car pulls into the garage of what used to be Stark, but what was now Avengers tower you cant help but feel like you’re ten years olf again. Going to spend two weeks in the summertime with your “Tony Tino”

“So they should be out of their meeting in about twenty minutes, your bags are being brought to your room and the boxes got here a few days ago” Pepper confirms the plans to me as we make our way through the lush waiting room and into one of the many elevators.

“Okay, cool. I’ll just go start unpacking then-”

“Nope” She interjects and I shoot her a “why the hell not?” look.

“Tony said you should get something in your stomach. He know’s you never eat on planes” Pepper covers for herself quickly, not wanting you to see through her lie and ruin Tony’s surprise.

“Okay I guess. I’m not really hungry but you can show me the new kitchens. All he’s been talking about is how the upgrades we’re way cool” You seem to be tottaly oblivious wich makes her let out a metaphorical sigh of relief.

The kitchens are even more wicked then what Tony had told you and your eyes light up as you asses the huge room. The stainless steel and clean white walls making it look like something out of Star Trek.

“Hello Ms. Y/L/N” Fridays sing song robotic voice chimes from nowhere and you grin.

“Friday! How have you been?” You know she’s just a computer, just a hard drive, but you talk to her like she’s a real person.

Just like you used to do with Jarvis who, now, actually was a real person.

“I’ve been well, Ms. Y/L/N. Tony has missed you very much. He’s been very busy preparing for your stay. He’s instructed me to make sure you are fed because he knows you “barf” on airplanes. What can I have made for you? The chef’s specialty is French cusine”

You quirk your mouth at the word barf.

That was one time and you we’re fourteen. Would he ever let you forget it?

“Umm, just a bowl of fruit sounds good” You instruct her rolling your eyes at Pepper who insists you eat a more well rounded diet.

“Fine- and a yogurt”

You sit across Pepper, at one of the glass dining tables. You’d been hungrier then you’d realized and had eaten the entirety of the mixed fruit and yogurt happily. Your chatting about the NYU admissions when the door to the kitchens opens and people flooded in.

Those people being the Avengers- sans a couple members, but still, a decent(menacing) group. With Tony at the front.

The grin on his face is big- his eyes crinkling with crows feet as he approaches you, his arms dramatically open wide.

“Hey Tino!” You laugh as you hop down from the stool and walk over, giving him a tight squeeze. He wasn’t the tallest men, but was still much taller then you so you wrap your arms around his middle as he squeezes the life out of your head.

“Hey kiddo” He lets you go after a moment, putting a hand on your shoulder “How are you doing? Are you feeling better? Did you eat?” He looks you over as he speaks.

You look…different. Your hair is different, you’d cut at least a four or so inches off and it now sat just past your shoulders. It was lighter too.

“Yes god father, I ate. Chill out” You shake your head.

“You dyed your hair” It almost sounds like an accusation and you fight the urge to run your fingers through it self consciously.

Your hair had always reminded him so much of your moms…“It looks nice kid! Makes you look like you’re about thirty though”

“Don’t be mean to me!”

“I’m not- I’m not. I said it looks nice. Right Pepper, you heard that?” Tony looks to Pepper who’s still at the table, she just snorts at her fiancée.

“I think it brings out your eyes” Natasha pipes up as she comes up and gives you a short hug.

“Well thanks. At least someone here actually loves me. I missed you Nat, how have you been?”

And that’s how it goes, you making the rounds, reuniting with the people all around you.

Bruce blushes when you hug him tightly and ask him how things we’re hanging in the lab. Thor picks you up, as he always had, and told you how he missed his little lady. You think you hug Wanda the tightest. You’d kept in touch with her the most, you guys were close in age and you just clicked with her. You knew all about her little romance with Vision who you still had the urge to call Jarvis.

“You’ll always be Jarvis to me” You tell him. He, like Pepper, had watched you grow up.

Clint ruffles your hair in a way that makes you swat his hands away furiously. “How’ve you been, squirt?” Before Sam tells you you’d gotten a nice tan in Europe to which you cant help but bark a laugh at. “Okay creep” you punch his shoulder affectionately.

“Hey Steve” You beam at him reaching on the very tip of your toes to wrap him in a quick hug.

God, he’s still hot.

You’d had a thing for him back a few years ago. He was going through a rough patch and needed a friend and you had this inviting way about you that he’d melted into. It never got serious- you hadn’t even really kissed the guy but you’d been close.

You thought it would have been weirder seeing him again. Especially after the whole scene Tony had caused between the both of you but it wasn’t.

He still looked something akin to sunshine. His aura bright and golden.

And he was standing next to someone you’d never met- in person. But you knew exactly who the guy was.

You we’re a history major for fucks sake. Of course you knew who James Buchannan Barnes was.

“How’ve you been, Y/N? It’s been a while” Steve grins down at you.

“It really has, stranger. Thanks for keeping in contact. You know, I didn’t teach you how to properly text for nothing" You shoot at him, with no malice but it makes him shift uncomfortably on his feet.

“Yeah- I’m sorry. I should have checked in more it’s just been really hectic-” You watch him with a satisfied leer. You’d always loved making him squirm, and he just made it all too easy.

“You’re fine Steve” You wave him off “I get it. You’re still all technologically impaired. Guess I’m just not important enough for you”

You use that tone- the one that had always got him so worked up and he just puffs out a breath, shaking his head.

“That’s not- your messing with me” He catches on and you giggle and roll your eyes.

Oh, your sweet 40’s child.

“Always” You inform him before turning your attention to the man you hadn’t been formally introduced to yet and giving him a smile. That smile.

Bucky can see why you we’re known for being a flirt.

He’d just watched you work a room full of people, watched the way that the team reacted to your warmth. The way you seemed to have your own unique bond with everyone and he couldn’t lie- it was intriguing.

You’re pretty- in a way that he didn’t see a lot. Yeah, your bigger then he’d been expecting; all hips and thighs and a large bussom but there’s something eye catching about you. Maybe it’s the way your eyes are lined with sharp cat eye liner or the way your eyebrows arch. It reminds him of home, of the women that he’d grown up around.

“Hi, I’m Y/N” You hold your hand out to his. Your eyes are sparking with curiosity as he reaches down to take it.

“I’m-” He starts and you cut him off, your playful nature coming out.

“ Sargent James Buchannan Barnes? I’ve been learning about you since like kindergarten!”

“That so? You can call me Bucky” he drawls out.

“Bucky. It’s really nice to meet you. Any friend of Splangles here is a friend of mine. I mean unless you’re as boring as he is”

You really we’re a charmer. And he thought he’d been charming back in the day. You could run circles around him.

He can’t help the smooth chuckle that leaves his throat as Steve protests with an half offended “hey!”

“I’m just kidding, Steve. You know I love you!” You pinch his cheek, your nose scrunching before turning away from them and back to Tony.

Not before telling Bucky you were “Excited to pick his brain sometime”

Bucky’s gaze is focused on your retreating figure. He feels a little…dizzy. The way you feel when you get off a ride at Luna Park.

He doesn’t think he’s felt like this anytime this decade.

Steve shoots him a knowing look.

The Y/N effect.

“Told ya’ jerk” Steve pushes Bucky’s shoulder in a friendly manner as he passes him and Bucky shakes him, and the weird head high off with a quick “Punk”.

Tony hasn’t stopped talking since that first moment you’d been reunited and you hang onto every word. You’d always loved this about him; that he’d talk to you. And like, really conversation. Not just treat you like your were some dumb kid who couldn’t keep up.

You end up leaving the rest of the “Scooby gang” and you follow him to where you’re assuming is his office.

“Okay but how are they going to try and pass Government restrictions on you? It doesn’t make any sense? If they had half a brain they’d label you an international task force- but I mean then you’d have to deal with the UN more I guess. And aren’t they still super salty about the accords?…”

Tony’s over being impressed with the way your brain works. He’s been over it since you were eight and you’d called your teacher a facist.

“Super salty” Tony affirms with a sigh “But at least we have SHEILD backing us now. And there’s some new members. Oh yeah and Thors phycotic brother promised he won’t try to invade earth anymore”

You snort “Well that’s a relief I guess. He’s finally getting his younger sibling syndrome in check”

“I think Bruce scarred him for life”

“Good. He needed it. Where’s Rhodey? I noticed that he wasn’t down stairs” you ask the question that been bugging you.

“Oh yeah. He had a physical therapy appointment but he’ll be gracing us with his presence for dinner”

“How’s he doing?”

“You know Rhodey. He’s kicking PTs ass. He should be able to get back in the suit in a few months”

That makes you happy. Like genuinely so happy and relieved because you loved the shit out of Rohdey and you’d been really worried about him after the…accident.

“Yeah. He’s such a bad ass- uh hey Tino, where are we going? I thought your office was on the 47th floor?” You watch as the light around the 15 lights up, announcing your stop.

“I thought we’d make a detour. So I know you wanted to get your own apartment- but rent in the city is outrageous and you decided to humor your dear old god dad… So I improvised” Tony explains and your whole face is twisted up in confusion because what is he even talking about?

“What?” You hiss as the elevator doors ding open.

The room that’s revealed has your jaw dropping and harsh gasp ripping itself from your throat.

“Think of it as a graduation present” Tony’s happy- your reaction is just what he’d wanted.

You looked childlike as you took in the space. There were large, floor length windows that lined the furthest wall- the natural lighting was something out of a dream. The couches were plush and charcoal colored, an array of throw pillows lining them. There were white furry rugs and marble accents and gold lining to everything. The color scheme you were obsessed with.

“Tony oh my god! I love it!” You squeak. How had he gotten your tastes so well? “This is why pepper started following all my Pinterest boards huh?”

“We wanted it to feel like your own place. There’s a bed room and a bathroom back down that hall”

You turn to him, your bottom lip jutting out.

“Don’t cry!” He protests and you sniffle dramatically.

“I just- I can’t believe you had the time to do all of this. Thank you so so so so much, Tino. I love it. Best graduation gift ever”

He’d always spoiled you, a fact that you weren’t ignorant to but this… It almost felt like too much.

“I’m just happy you’re staying here. I think NYU and the internship will be really good for you. And Pepper needs someone to talk wedding plans with cause she’s staring to make my ears bleed with that shit-”

“And you want to keep an eye on me while I withdrawal?” You guess, saying what he hadn’t.

The atmosphere in the room seems to suddenly shift.

He chomps his teeth together with an audible snap and nods.

“We don’t know the entirety of side effects from coming off that drug so yes. I want you here while you do it. Even though I still don’t think it’s the best idea” Tony uses that parental voice you hate on you and you sigh and walk over to one of the Windows. Staring down bustling streets below you.

“I know, I don’t know if it’s the best idea either but somethings gotta’ give. I’m willing to try anything at this point…I don’t want to feel like this anymore” you whisper the last part.

Tony watches you, his arms folded over his chest as he deflates.

“Okay- just like I told you over the phone we’ll try it. Ween you off slowly. But if it gets too intense we’re starting them back up again”

I’m not gonna lose you too, is what he doesn’t say.

No matter how bad the idea of it scares you, you know it’s the best route. The only one you’ve got left.

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Dun dun dunnnnn. Y/N’s on drugs say what?! Trust me, it’s not what your thinking. Unless you’s a mind reader- then it’s exactly what your thinking. I’m thinking? We’re thinking?😂

Ps. My laptops acting super wonky so the tags should be up later! I promise I’ve got you guys lol! And continue to ask if you want to be tagged in upcoming parts.

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166595772104/naive-part-2 PART TWO

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166629591854/naive-part-3 PART THREE

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166664664834/naive-part-4 PART FOUR

https://xgminigypsy.tumblr.com/post/166703266654/naive-part-5 PART FIVE

[oh-beyond]

Despacito, Suhito - Part 2

Nature Republic fan-sign. So exciting, Suho is such an adorable looking bunny… Until he asks his fan where is she from. He gets too worked up when she replies that she’s from Spain.

Despacito~~~ is Spanish right?

RIGHT…

Suho (Canon) x Reader

SMUT

Masterlist

< Part 1 - Part 3 >

“Que le enseñes a mi boca. Tus lugares favoritos”  I continued “that means… Suhito. I can’t tell you...”

“I will take you on a ride you won’t ever forget señorita. Just please tell me.”

“Show my mouth your favourite places” I whispered in response.

“Fucking hell... Show me”

“Aaah you are too hot Kim Junmyeon, I can’t focus” I mustered pushing him away to meet his lustful gaze.

“You are hotter señorita, and you smell so peachy and inviting” he placed his mouth back at my neck “please keep going with the song, it’s in loop so I make sure you don’t miss any sentence, I want to feel this with you” he added sucking hard on my sensitive skin that was being over-kissed.

🎶 Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (Oh yeah) Ya, ya me está gustando más de lo normal Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro 🎶

“You, you are the magnet and I am the metal I’m getting closer and I’m putting together the plan Just by thinking it my pulse accelerates Already, I’m liking it more than usual All my senses are asking for more This one must take it without any hurry~~~ Junmyeon, aaah”

“Oh my god, you smell so good this is so hot, I am melting away, your skin tastes so good, and this dress... and the dirty suggestive words coming out of your pretty mouth.”

“But stop pulling the dress down we are too exposed in here.”

“I want to see you naked. Here.”

“Here?”

“Yes” he added running his nails over my forearms.

“What if someone sees me?”

“You think I’d let that happen? I’d get fired in a blink of an eye. Please continue translating” he groaned sounding demanding making my legs weak.

🎶 Despacito Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo

🎶 Despacito Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube) (Sube, sube) 🎶

“Slowly I want to breathe your neck slowly Let me tell you things in your ear So that you remember if you’re not with me

Slowly I want to undress you slowly with kisses Sign on the walls of your labyrinth And make your whole body a manuscript (get up, get up)”

By now Junmyeon had clearly marked my neck with nice love bites, he enjoyed making them and look at them as they darkened before his eyes.

“Get up? As in... my dick to get up?” he asked while his hand already pulled my dress enough to have my breasts almost out, just right before the nipples showed.

“It’s more suggestive than that Suhito” I managed to say my eyes shutting when I felt his hand on my thigh, his dick hard and ready.

“More than that? Explain.”

“It’s ‘get up’ as get up inside, deeper, higher.”

“Inside here?” he growled cupping my womanhood harshly.

“Angh~~~ yes inside there, getting high up discovering my walls, filling the place with your- this” I moaned rubbing his tend making him hiss.

“Naughty spaniards... more. Fuck this is so hot” he added squeezing my butt cheeks.

“Can we do this later? I want to get inside the room? Can we?”

“Keep going ___, I want to hear everything.”

“But I am ready. I want you” my breath was laboured and I tried to unzip his pants put he turned me around wrapping his arm around my waist, my backside resting in front of his hardness.

“Not yet baby. I want to hear more.”

🎶 Quiero ver bailar tu pelo Quiero ser tu ritmo que le enseñes a mi boca tus lugares favoritos (x 3 baby) 🎶

Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro hasta provocar tus gritos y que olvides tu apellido 🎶

“I want to see your hair dance I want to be your rhythm Show my mouth Your favourite places, pla-places baby... Suhit-angh~~~”

“Keep going” he ordered his hands busy with my breasts, I couldn’t focus anymore.

“Let me surpass your danger zones Until bringing on your screams And that you forget your surname.”

“Oh I will make you forget your surname and the whole Spanish language señorita.”

“The way you say señorita, ah, I can’t.”

With that last statement he bent down lifting me and placing me over his shoulder effortlessly, he was so strong despite being on the short side and me being his height or even a little bit taller. I whined but he shot me completely when I felt that firm slap on my butt, my core clenching.

He walked steadily not even slightly bothered by my full body weight in one shoulder. He took the phone and he walked inside.

“You will be showing my mouth your favourite places before I go discover your walls now señorita”

“Angh~~~” I moaned at the thought and the throbbing between my legs was at this stage unbearable.

“Now continue” he instructed tossing me on the bed staring the song all over again.

He leaned on the back of the couch and watched me pull my dress up so I could sit. I thought of teasing him a little bit while waiting for the part that I didn’t translate yet, so I slowly started to feel my smoother than any day legs, parting them, barely covering my centre.

🎶 Si te pido un beso ven dámelo Yo sé que estás pensándolo Llevo tiempo intentándolo Mami, esto es dando y dándolo Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace bom, bom Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bom, bom Ven prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje Empecemos lento, después salvaje 

Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito 🎶

“If I ask you for a kiss, come give it to me I know that you are thinking it It’s been a while I’ve been trying it Mommy, this is giving and giving it You know your heart with me makes you boom, boom You know that baby is looking for my boom, boom Come try from my mouth to see how it knows you I want, I want, I want to see how much love it fits you I’m not in a hurry, I want to give myself to the trip Let’s start slow, then wild baby

Step by baby step, smooth, nice and smooth.”

“Mami, that is so hot, you guys have a mommy kink? Like noona?” Junmyeon inquired as he felt himself over his pants.

“Come try from my mouth to see how it knows you. That is what the song says. Are you going to keep me waiting for long?”

“The song also states to start slow, step by step.”

“And then wild” I moaned shutting my eyes when my hands felt my own nipples.

“I want to see how much love it fits you... is that what I think it is?”

“Yes. See how much of your dick fits inside me” I stated taking my lower lip between my teeth “here” I added finding my clit looking at him wanting to hear what he wanted me to do next.

“Touch yourself señorita.”

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And I obeyed him because the view was extremely satisfying. He was sweating already palming his tent.

“Yes like that, so obedient mami.”

Ughrrrr what was he doing to me was beyond any explanation I could give, I am literally the luckiest woman alive right now... I am ready to sell my soul to the devil if I had to.

Suho grabbed his t-shirt from the back of his neck yanking it over his head tossing it aside displaying his glorious and perfect toned abs. It was a simple act of undressing, but the way he did it couldn’t be sexier. He sat back feeling his stomach with one hand while the other was patting on his arm.

“Please come here” I whined pouting kicking my legs.

“Show me yourself. Let me see what you are touching.”

His voice was not him, it was so husky, I saw his Adams apple bobble several times, it was glorious and big and manly and I was ready to lap it with my tongue.

“What do you mean Suhito? Here?” I asked teasingly pulling my dress up barely showing my entrance.

“More! Pull it up and touch yourself. Touch yourself until I am satisfied enough.”

“But... what if I cum?”

“The first of many times. DO IT!”

Oooh, he frowned. He frowned and unbuttoned his Bermuda shorts, his hands  diving inside his boxers, his eyes narrowed focused on my hand that covered my wetness.

“Despacitoooo” I sang when my finger touched the place where I’d rather prefer him to touch.

“Spread your legs wider, I can’t see” he ordered again with that lustful voice coming closer.

My eyes focused on the muscles and how ripped he was, he was perfect, sculptured to perfection, my fingers added pressure to the swollen nub was the effect of him getting this close. His knees dipped in the mattress and he crawled his way caging me with both arms at my sides, his nose touching mine.

“Now I want to undress you slowly with kisses.”

“There is one last chunk of the song that I didn’t translate.”

“Go ahead” he said nudging my shoulder making me fall flat on the mattress.

🎶Despacito Vamos a hacerlo en una playa en Puerto Rico Hasta que las olas griten ‘¡ay, bendito!’ Para que mi sello se quede contigo🎶

“Nice and slow We’re going to do it on a beach in Puerto Rico Until the waves shout ‘oh my God!’ So that my stamp stays with you”

Suho shivered lowering his crotch poking my thigh, he then grabbed my wrist and guided my wet fingers to my mouth “open, and suck on them, make me feel how much you are turned on.”

I did as he ordered, making intense eye contact with him, his hand lifted my dress and I was now fully exposed.

“Suck, keep sucking, let me hear your voice señorita.”

I sucked on my fingers tasting myself, it was driving him insane, al while he pulled the strap of my dress finally exposing my breast. He didn’t look not to miss anything while I sucked my fingers as I swirled my tongue over my fingers.

His hand found my breast and he cupped it with his hand and hissed “big, big ones” he stated now looking down “real?”

“You tell me if they are real.”

“Fuck they don’t fit in my hand, and your nipple is dark like chocolate.” 

I shut my eyes when his lips landed on my nipple, he licked it before taking it between his teeth pulling to check on my face.

“It tastes so good señorita.”

“Jun- enough. Please fuck me.”

“I will rip your insides don’t worry about that.”

I moaned at the sound of that. I felt him pull his pants down, lifting my head to see his erection bounce finally freed he hissed. I sat back up to look at it. To look at him. His v lines, his muscles, his pink dick that begged for attention.

I stood up and let my dress fall to the floor hugging myself and my arms, rubbing my legs together. He run his fingers through his hair before taking 2 steps forward, his hand falling on the small of my back crushing his chest with mine, looking down to se how my nipples touched his chest.

“You are beautiful Spanish Elgi, my personal fan.”

“That is so cheesy little conejito (bunny).”

He smiled and brought my ass closer to him, as a reaction I went on my tiptoes letting his erection settle between my legs. I rocked myself and we both finally got some much needed friction.”

“Ah, ah, despacito señorita.”

“More than this? I am going to explode if you don’t get inside me.”

“Can I get inside your mouth first?”

My hands landed on his chest tasting his skin with my fingertips, they went to his shoulders and his neck, finally resting my hands under his ears.

“Only if you kiss me.”

“Take a deep breath, you will need it” he teased before tilting his head to one side, his sweat sparkling, making sure I took a good look of  his magnificent strong thick neck “I will kiss you, but I want you to be loud, be sexy and loud” he rocked himself slowly “because my tongue is long, I think you’ve seen what it can do.”

“I only seen you being embarrassingly touching your nose with it on TV.”

“I hope you can take it then.”

That is wen he fisted my hair bringing my lips to his, he immediately made me open my mouth for him, surrendering to his intrusive tongue that found mine, my arms encircled his neck and I went on my tiptoes again angling my head to get more of this sinful passionate kiss I was sharing with the most perfectest man alive. I didn’t need oxygen, I just wanted him more and more. The kiss was sloppy and needy, as if it was going to finish and we both didn’t want that to happen. He pulled away for a second to see how my lips swelled from his little bites, he smirked. He loved it. I wanted to pull him back at me but he stopped me.

“Despacito.”

“I want more, I want more please.”

“My dick first.”

I didn’t know I had the ability to be on my knees that fast, my hands grabbed him and his head fell back as he placed one hand on his hip, he other one on my scalp, his fingers digging harshly to take him. I played with his soft pink balls, it was amusing to me seeing him so well groomed, it was inviting and he smelled good and fresh and your mouth opened so willingly... like never before.

“Yes, yes señorita go ahead.” 

I was giving him little kitty licks in the tip, I wanted him to look at me.

“GO!” he exclaimed thrusting hard.

Oh the sounds I was electing from his raspberry looking lips, his smooth skin... he tasted like heaven, even his precum. I wanted him to swallow him whole as I felt how his body trembled because what I was doing to him.

He was so sexy like this, I took advantage and grabbed his butt cheeks, they were so soft and inviting to grab harshly as he thrusted in my mouth repeatedly.

“Yes, yes, more, use your tongue, yes, suck me, oh, fuck, fuck.”

He looked down and I bobbed my head faster to make him lose control, his dick hardened to an extreme were I noticed my teeth were slowly sinking in his soft skin.

“Fuck, fuck. Yes señorita, yes, let me cum in your face, I want to see my cum on your face, let me, ah!”

I pulled out and sat smiling waiting for the warm liquid to hit my face, he was moaning and his pretty voice was cracking when finally I felt it on my cheek falling on my breasts.

“This is so hot, I can’t believe I found you, I love it, fuck.”

When he was done milking himself he fell on the mattress catching his breath, looking extra delicious, his body covered in diamond sweat droplets. I wiped my face with a tissue and he watched his seed run down my torso.

“Señorita, what have you done to me?”

“Now I guess I need to be rewarded.”

“How would you like me to take you?” he asked pulling my arm falling on him.

He rubbed his cum on my chest as he massaged my breasts.

“Surprise me.”

“Well I wanted you to ride me, but I guess you deserve to be treated well.”

“And how is treating me well look like Suhito?”

He turned me around making me fall on the mattress taking my legs over his shoulders “doesn’t the song say how much love fits you?”

“Yeah something like that” I giggled.

“Well like this I know it goes really deep, really up. Are you ready for me to discover your walls?”

“You are so cringy sometimes.”

“Hold on señorita, there is no despacito now, no slowly. Just wild.”

“Please do.”

At that precise moment while he spit on his hand to stroke himself his phone started ringing. He gasped looking at it. It was amazing how he managed to just put my legs down and go answer the call, any other guy would have no self control like this.

I straightened myself when I heard him exhale deeply. It worried me.

“What is it?”

“It’s my manager. I need to take this.” 

He kept stroking himself lightly to not completely kill the mood, he thought he’d go back to it as soon as the call would end.

But it didn’t sound too good. He was rambling some Korean that I didn’t understand, his eyebrows knitting as he kept saying one word over and over. I guess it was something like ‘yes’ or ‘OK.’

He placed the phone down getting out of the drawer a condom ripping the wrapping with his teeth coming back spreading my legs as if nothing happened putting the condom in place.

“Wait, is everything alright?”

“Not now!” he said licking his fingers again inserting 2 inside me.

“Ah! Despacito!”

“No time for that now. I need to leave in less than an hour.”

“What! Ah! Suh- ah angh~~~”

 “We need to do this fast!”

“Wait! No, what is wrong?”

“Just stay still, let me.”

His fingers thrusted in hand out and I’d lying if I didn’t admit he was sending me to heaven with them fingers with visible veins that were my weakness.

“Where, wh- why do you ne- angh~~~”

“We are going back now.”

“Just like that? Oh yes Suhito!”

“Yes scream my name! My real name!”

“Jun-MYEON!”

“You are ready!”

He didn’t wait for an answer, his fingers were replaced with his dick filling me completely. I arched my back when he started thrusting in an erratic manner with so much force that I thought the bed would break underneath me.

“Tell me! Say my name!”

“Jun-j-myeon! Yes more!”

“I had the plan to fuck you till the sunrise, you see that I have the potential to keep at this for hours.”

“Yes you do! You do! You are the best!”

“Do you like it? You like my cock inside you? Is it deep enough?”

“More! Junmyeon! MYEON!!!”

“Yes señorita, like that, tighten them walls around me like that!” he growled like a wild beast.

Where was this cute bunny gone was a mystery, he set me to heaven when all I could see was his flushed peachy cheeks and his sweat and all I could hear was the sound of skin slapping on skin.

One last thrust and he had my legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck!”

I heard near my ear and his body warmth atop of me. He was panting trying to regain composure. He kissed my lips whispering a thank you before rolling on his back.

“You need to get dressed.”

Oh.

“I am really sorry, I did have nice plans but... we need to leave unexpectedly... security reasons, and you can’t stay in the room.”

Oh it sounded awful and really horrible. He just took me on a tour to heaven and crushed it all in a second.

“No, I understand, it’s just, my legs... I will leave.”

“Thank you.”

“Ahm, yeah, sure, don’t worry.”

“I can’t even offer you a shower.”

“No it’s alright. I am- I am going.”

I went to the bathroom running, but what did I expect other than this? I know before hand what this was all about. I got to have sex with my bias, I need to shake off any negative thoughts. This was the happiest day of my life, right?

Wrong.

As I went out ready to leave Suho was the least interested to even say goodbye, he was looking through his luggage as if nothing.

I made my way to the door and turned the doorknob to leave, but he pushed the door back closed.

“Were you just going to leave?”

“Ahmmm, I don’t want you to be late.”

“You care if I’m late?”

“Well-”

“Your neck looks so attractive with my marks” he stated running his thumb over the sensitive skin.

I looked away and waited for him to let me go.

“Are you upset?”

“No, no, thank you really. This was amazing.”

“I will call you.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I will! I am into facetiming.”

“Well I am not?”

“You don’t want to see me gain?”

“The question is... can you see me? I live in Europe, yes, that little tiny continent that SM ignores.”

“Señorita, I said I will call you” he caged me between his arms.

He landed his pretty lips on mine, this time kissing me softly, making me lose my senses, I felt almost loved when his lips moulded over mine and started to move synchronically, soft and caring...

“Just take it... despacito señorita.”

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A/N: it’s like stabbing myself in the foot... listen I am not OK. TT_TT

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed^_^