#always feeling a little bit insane about them and i saw the prompt 'desperation' and simply knew. none of my other guys would fit.

[lionofstone]

oc kiss week 2025 @ockissweek day one - desperation

remember how i said i need to write some more Lucifer content? have some Lucifer and Michael

In his memory, the gunfire fades into the background. 

Also in the background: the hiss of spinning bombs, the flash of nuclear energy, the sharp, stinging scent of chemical magic. Behind him, his soldiers cowered in muddy trenches or sent careful shots from archery towers, or coordinated devastating attacks from control centres. Angelic warfare took shape across eras and possibilities, stretching the bounds of reality as angels always had. Over the millennia or so they’d been fighting, it had become a common occurrence to see arrows and bullets flying next to each other, to see mushroom clouds and miracle flashes across the horizon. 

When he and Michael fought, it was always with swords. 

This had been true since long before the war began. Michael had been born a warrior and Hêlēl, now called Lucifer, the second-created, had been her first opponent. It seemed fitting, he thought, that he should also be her last. The weight of their weapons was familiar to both of them. They knew each other’s steps as well as they knew each other, which is to say, as well as they knew themselves. 

(This was always the most frustrating fact: Michael knowing him as well as he knew himself meant that Michael knew what he fought for and why, and still chose to push him back, to damn him.) 

Her hair was tied back in twin braids that sat close to her head. He missed when she wore it loose, back in the time of the First Four, when fighting was for fun and she didn’t mind being distracted by the whip of her black hair in her shining eyes. They hadn’t known, then, that angels could bleed. They hadn’t known they could die. The Flaming Sword had been a novelty, not a threat, and Lucifer’s blade of ice its balance, not its counter. 

Oh, how things had changed.

“This is not what we are made for,” he said as they approached each other. Both swords were already drawn. He knew that any words would be wasted, but that didn’t stop him from trying his words. Michael was made to be a soldier; Lucifer was made to speak. 

Michael almost smiled, a familiar curl of dark pink on brown. “What were we made for, Morningstar?” 

She never called him Lightbringer, anymore.

“For love,” he answered. “To be loved. To be powerful. To be on the same side.” 

“Do you disbelieve that our Creator foresaw this and our roles in it?” 

“Have you spoken to Him recently?” 

She didn’t answer. Her grip on the hilt of her sword changed and the fire roared to life, sending beautiful flares of light across her brown skin, drawing out the warm tones of her features. Lucifer knew light better than most. He knew this was hers. 

They had danced this dance before. Michael had crossed closer to him and he had lifted his sword with frost crawling up the blade. There was no other way for it to go. Yet still, he tossed out one last plea. “Mikhail.” 

She didn’t falter; of course, she didn’t. Out of necessity, he didn’t either. They matched each other blow-for-blow and step-for-step. Circumstances be damned, they had fought without malice for too many years to forget to pull their punches now. Though he intended to kill her, his body wouldn’t let him. He suspected the same was true of her, by the way their blades met and clanged off one another and hissed with steam. 

Their blades crossed. Lucifer pushed forward. The firelight illuminated one half of Michael’s face. 

She was striking, in two senses of the word. The very appearance of her was an attack to him, the very sight of her stealing something from him. Something deep-rooted and hers, always hers. 

They were a breath apart. They were closer. 

It wasn’t a decision. It was an instinct, an impulse, a desperate need to devour, consume, inflict the same desire he felt onto her. His body, always cold, craved her heat and always had. Perhaps he was created for her. His Creator had never said, but what had his Creator ever said?

Her answering kiss was a surrender, however brief. Her mouth parted, her breath hot over his skin. Their swords still crossed, he sighed against her. This, more than his final plea of her name, was a demand for her to understand, to join him. And joined they were, mouth-to-mouth and sweat between them. Their steaming blades masked their faces from onlookers, if any eyes could be pulled from their own battles. Background noise, in his mind, that dropped away as he focused on the feel of her. Her warm lips, the tilt of her head, her nose on his cheek. She pressed closer; their blades scraped against each other with a metallic shrrr. 

It was everything and nothing. It was a single, shining moment where they were as they once were: battling and united at once, opponents of the same side. 

He wanted it to last forever. He wanted it to end, so he could remember the current truth of them. 

Warring needs rose and bit at his throat. He gasped a noise that might have been a sob. 

She kissed him like a brand. 

Hers, always hers. 

He scrambled back with three shallow breaths before composing himself, cold once again. As he should have been. As he should have remained. 

Her eyes were dark with longing he recognised, and then painted over with a grim determination.

If she saw through him, as he saw through her, she did not let it stop her from raising her blade again. 

He didn’t either. 

[kisseobie]

piwons favourite positions? 😋

p1harmony’s favorite positions

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: i could have sworn that i had written this before because it’s such a common smut prompt but i guess i haven’t?? anyways enjoy :P i included some oral positions as well lol

౨ৎ keeho

full nelson, lotus

kyo has a bit of a strength kink (i know yall saw he said in a gov ball interview that his summer goal is to get buffer), and his aura as a leader extends to the bedroom as well. loves fucking you in full nelson—with your back against his chest, legs propped up, and body in his full control. loves how the position makes it impossible for you to do anything but take his girthy cock, and how it’s sure to have you babbling and brainless. if he’s feeling a bit more romantic, however, the lotus position is his go-to. makes him feel incredibly close to you. loves to cradle your face and stare into your eyes as he slowly ruts his hips into yours <3

౨ৎ theo

butterfly, facesitting

you can’t convince me that taeyang isn’t a lover of women’s legs. whether their height is accentuated with red stiletto heels, or they are covered with fishnet stockings, he’s always had a secret affection for legs. in the butterfly position, he’s able to slam into you at whatever pace he likes, whilst your legs are hoisted up in the air, making them so easily accessible to his wet kisses. just imagine theo pounding into your heat and keeping eye contact with you as he kisses up your leg… oh and we all know theo is a munch. would love having your pussy sat on his face even more than you :P

౨ৎ jiung

missionary, spooning

a sucker for eye contact and sweet intimacy. jiung is nothing but a service top—if you exclude the time he got jealous of the attention you got at a party he dragged you to and fucked you mercilessly in his backseat—so it goes without saying that he’d love fucking into you in missionary. allows him to really look at you and hear your every hitched breath. tucks his head into your neck and groans when he’s coming in you, and the scent of your hair eases him back onto earth. ji also loves spoon fucking you when you both are sleepy but still want to be intimate .. the closeness of it makes him insane. grunts a lot into your ear and plants kisses on the back of your neck :3

౨ৎ intak

doggy style, reverse cowgirl

intak’s favorite positions have gotta be the most obvious. being true to his puppy-self, he almost always has you in doggy style, with tak standing up with his feet planted on the floor, and your ass up on the edge of the bed. the way your ass jiggles every time he plows into your pussy only makes him more desperate… oh and he loves to fold into you, with his chest leaning over your frame when he’s about to come. if he’s feeling more needy, he’s begging you to ride his dick in reverse cowgirl—and yes, his hands will always find home on your ass

౨ৎ soul

against the wall (no idea what this is called), 69

loves feeling in control, and being desperate and messy really gets him going… i can’t not fantasize about shota fucking you against a wall, maybe even his dorm room door. whether he’s eating you out against it, or has you lifted into the air, with him bouncing you up and down his length.. he lovessss the dirty feeling of fucking you somewhere a little more untraditional than a bed. and of course, 69 with shota is something i’ve mentioned before.. but i genuinely think he’d be so enthusiastic about it. would make silly “who’ll cum faster” competitions out of it too :O

౨ৎ jongseob

cowgirl, g-whiz

oh jongseob loves a good ride, loves the view of your head thrown back, cunny gushing against his dick, and tits jiggling in front of his face. would beg you to ride him nearly every time the pair of you decide to have sex.. he’s just obsessed with it. his favorite thing to do when your riding him cowgirl style is to grab at your hips and plow up into you, and your surprised reaction makes him laugh out loud every time. when he’s wanting to be a bit more in control, he pushes you onto your back and crawls on top of you, grabbing your legs and propping them up onto his shoulders, the heavenly position making both of your eyes roll back from how deep he feels inside…. i’m fucking crazy

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[edgyggstantomlol]

Tomarry prompt: Accidental first kiss that neither one of them were expecting to happen.

There are things that everyone knows. The sky is blue, grass is green, Lockhart's a dick, the French are fucking annoying, etcetera and so forth.

Then there are things that everyone at Hogwarts knows, like the fact that Hagrid is more than a little insane about wild animals, and should be avoided by any persons who are less than ecstatic about creepy crawlies of larger than average size.

Or the fact that Riddle and Evans are always butting heads, but are also total freaks about each other, which is why they butt heads to begin with.

Quite frankly, it was a bit painfully obvious that their rivalry was rooted in a classic case of teenage hormones doing their, er, thing, but they themselves had yet to catch the memo. Unfortunate, truly, since it would probably only take a couple rounds of shoving their tongues down each other's throats to resolve all their conflicts.

But alas, some things were simply not to be, and so everyone resolved to having to endure the endless bitching and moaning of the school prodigies, never to be resolved by the hour of snogging Riddle and Evans so desperately needed.

;

"Oh holy shit," blurted out McTaggert. He and several other students were in the air, in between some casual matches of quidditch.

"Watch it, Taggy, not in front of the babies," said Carlisle playfully, much to the chagrin of her third year brother, and then, "What's happened?"

"Evans and Riddle just kissed."

"What?!"

Every single player halted what they were doing and snapped their attention to McTaggert, half convinced he was delusional. The school populace had long resigned itself to the understanding that Riddle and Evans would simply be dense for the rest of their school years, it was simply impossible that they would suddenly-

"Kiss? Riddle and Evans? Are you mad?"

"No way that's true, he's messing with us."

"You kid! Taggy, I fucking swear, you best be joking-"

"I'm not, honest!" he said defensively. "Look, you can see them running off right now- oh their faces are so fucking red, hah."

Everyone leaned forward on their brooms, squinting at where McTaggert was motioning.

"Oh shit, they are," said the elder Carlisle, with no small amount of glee. "Ah, to be young and innocent again, so flustered by a lil kissy kissy~"

"Oh, stop talking," whined Carlisle the younger. The pink-cheeked fourth years snickered.

"I think it's because it was an accident," mused McTaggert. "Honestly, it looked more like they tripped onto each other's faces than an intentional leaning in, if you will."

Carlisle guffawed at that, and Minyx, the sole sixth year Ravenclaw, quirked an eyebrow.

"Evans I can believe, but our ever so graceful Slytherin prodigy? Being so plebeian as to, what, stumble? I don't think Riddle's ever tripped on even his words, let alone his feet."

"Yes, well, I was the one who actually saw it happen, thanks, and I know what I was looking at," said McTaggert drily. "Perhaps if you lot were more aware of your surroundings, like a proper seeker-"

"Bring up our official matches and I'll beat you to death with my broom," interrupted Minyx.

The players then quickly and collectively devolved into a mostly unserious argument over house rivalries. Between all the noise and challenges, the matter of Riddle and Evans' little Schrodinger's kiss was soon forgotten in favor of defending quidditch honor.

From the beginning to the end, none of them had realized that Evans had ducked behind a pillar not too far away, red cheeked and wide eyed with a hand pressed against his lips.

What do you do when you know how a handsome boy's lips feel like?

[tornsurvivors]

Five times kisses, Carla and Amy (or if you just wanna do a kiss a ship. Whatever works.)

[ from my favorite kiss prompt. ]

i. Carla may appear more tomboyish and brutish, too brutish to be gentle, but you'd be surprised how feminine she could be at times. Like how she likes to paint her fingernails in bright colors. Even pink. Or how she likes to put her hair up, and sometimes look pretty when she could... even with motorcycle engine oil under her fingernails. It had always been for herself -- she never really worried about looking pretty for some man, or woman. But ay guey... the moment Amy's hand fisted on the collar of her top and yanked her down for a kiss -- their first kiss, Carla did wish she looked better or at least had the chance to take a nice shower earlier. Eyes widened in shock at first, her grip on the mace slackening just a little to the point she would've dropped it if she didn't already have it propped against the ground. Eyes fluttered shut then as she tried to not think about how fast and hard her heart was pounding, how different it was from the adrenaline she gets high on when slaying zombos. How it made that weird fluttering sensation in her chest happen, too. Before she knew it, she's pressing back into the kiss with a smile.

A smile that turned a tad crooked when the kiss was broken, and light brown eyes gazed at Amy- a flicker of mischievous mirth dancing in them. "Ay, if I had known pulling insane stunts does it for ya... I coulda done more sooner." Then she smirked at the exasperated glare from Amy. Heart still fluttering at the fondness Carla clearly saw in the glare.

ii. Nevermind how gentle Carla was being again, and don't mind how terribly contrasting her seriousness was in this moment-- she DIDN'T want to wake Amy up. The woman looked so peaceful when Amy finally got some sleep, but she knew they couldn't stay there. The little apartment on the top floor could only remain untouched for... yeah, not long. She could hear them getting closer by the gradual increase in their animalistic growling and grunting. Lifting a hand, that was surprisingly clean, thanks to the bottled waters they found in the apartment to wash their hands with -- Carla gently brushed a stray hair from Amy's face and leaned down to brush her lips over the pair of lips she had come to adore. Because they were so soft. Because they made her feel things that no one else could. It was just a chaste kiss, really. But it still held the spark.

"Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, chica. But I think we've overstayed our welcome." She murmured apologetically when Amy did wake up, eyes fluttering an for a moment her heart stopped. How is it that Amy looked so pretty when she wakes up? Just her, maybe?

iii. "Amy!! Amy!! Snap out of it!" For the the first time, probably in her entire life, there was genuine panic in Carla's voice. They're all dead, most definitely DEADER than they already were to begin with. There's just bits of bones, flesh, muscle and copious blood everywhere. It probably smelled godawful in there, worse than sulfur -- all those dead bodies that had been piled up and rotting away. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was the other woman ahead of her, eyes glazed over and distant. Amy was panting hard, pretty fucking hard and Carla could still hear the growling from her. It was never gonna sit right with her, tapping into the 'new ability' they were apparently gifted when it felt more like a curse. It's only worse when she witnesses Amy going through it when they ran out of options to fight back. The clatter of her mace she had thrown to the ground was a mere echo in her own ears as she surged forward and her trembling hands grabbed the sides of Amy's face. Urging the other woman to look at her.

"You're okay... come back to me. Don't listen to it. Just come back to me--" Yes, that was desperation in her tone intensifying with the last words. Making one of her latest fears prevalent. Without another thought, she crushed their lips together into this fierce and desperate kiss. The blood that was splattered all over Amy's face didn't even matter either.

iv. Her ears were ringing. Irritatingly loud. Fuck, here's hoping she doesn't end up with a concussion. Though it was doubtful she would -- considering her past occupation as a motorcycle stuntwoman. But damn, that was quite the fall. Well, not exactly a fall-- but more like being TACKLED through the second floor window by a ferocious zombo and landing on top of a car. Not blaming them anyway, she did provoke them on purpose to get it's attention off Amy and the others. She's just lucky that one of them managed to kill it before it could do anything to the dazed woman. She tried opening her eyes but her vision had spun so hard she needed to shut them again and groaned. She could hear them talking... the other slayers that were huddled around her. One of them was mumbling about how lucky she was, one other saying how fucking insane she is and maybe something about how her recklessness was gonna get her ass dead one of these days. One was genuinely concerned.

But none of the voices belonged to Amy. And that's perfectly okay. Because all she needed was the kiss to her forehead from the said woman, before she was asked in a soft murmur if she was okay. That's when Carla eventually opened her eyes, lifted her head and gave a weak smile with a thumbs up -- before she just dropped her head back down with another groan. Jacob's laugh did help a little, too.

v. "Thought you didn't do dancing?" Carla teased with a delighted smirk -- spinning Amy once before pulling the other woman back close to her. The eyeroll from the woman, despite the betrayal of the smile curling Amy's lips, pulled a chuckle from the slightly taller woman. The music playing wasn't all that loud, obviously. But it was enough for the occupants of Emma's mansion to enjoy themselves. No celebration or anything like that, there's nothing to celebrate. Consider it a distraction more like. Ryan had started it all, sheepishly talking about his stripper routine and how he'd enjoyed it for the dancing mainly -- before being mercilessly teased by Dani. Pretty sure it was Bruno who turned the music on though and that's alright. Carla could use a distraction somehow... and an excuse to be pressed close to Amy.

"Well, maybe that's because I didn't have a dance partner till now." Amy quipped at the same time she leaned up to meet Carla halfway into a soft, quick kiss. "Now, are you gonna be a gentlewoman and dip me already?" Another laugh from Carla as she did exactly just that and messed with Amy by pretending to nearly drop her, only to catch her again and pull her back up. Grinning as Amy smacked her arm.

[ladylannisterxo]

💌 - 112 - “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” and 60 - “I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

Something kind of fluffy for Eddie please? 💚💚

Hello hello!! So sorry this took a hot minute but it's here!! I gotta admit, for this one, when I read the prompts, I immediately got hit with a Christmas vibe, don't ask me why, so I hope you enjoy it regardless of experiencing Christmas in July 😂

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Prompts # 112 and 60; "I've never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time." + "I've never felt this way before and I'm terrified to be honest." Words; 2k Warnings; None, just pure Christmassy fluff!!

You were perfect. That was Eddie’s first thought when he saw you and honestly, it scared the shit out of him. He didn’t do this, allow himself to get close to someone. He’s a cynic at heart and he knows, more than anything, that people don’t always mean what they say… or they leave, for one reason or another. So, he never allowed himself to become attached; sure, he was fine with someone warming his bed or a date here and there but he never let it go anywhere… until now.

The Christmas season had settled over Hawkins and Eddie was ready for it all to be over. He was consistently greeted with a fresh blanket of snow each morning when he woke up and driving down the iced over roads was starting to become unbearable and even a little bit hazardous. The one thing Eddie was really looking forward to was watching those cheesy claymation Christmas movies with his uncle. It was a tradition Wayne had put in place the first Christmas Eddie spent with him and every year since, they would grab a beer (or two), some snacks, and they’d settle in for a day of laughter and ridiculousness. Eddie never admitted it but it was one of the few things he looked forward to all year long as it was the first time he felt welcome and safe in his new home, the first time he ever let anyone in to stay.

But if Eddie was being completely honest with himself, he also really wanted to see you. It was confusing to say the least, the way the thought popped into his head one afternoon. He wondered how you spent your Christmas; did you and your family have any traditions and if so, what were they? And further, much to his surprise, would he ever be able to be part of them? That admission alone sent him spiraling because this wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to be just some girl; a girl he could flirt with at school knowing it’s just teasing banter, a girl he could take on a date or two and kiss at the end of the night knowing it wouldn’t lead anywhere, a girl he could (hopefully) have in his bed one day just to feel something for a little while but that’s not what’s happening here.

Eddie finds himself wanting to know you, know everything he possibly can about you. But why? Eddie knows the answer to that too; because you never push for more than what he’s willing to give, because you never attempt to turn him into something he’s not, because you call him each night after he’s dropped you off at home to make sure he made it home safely himself, because you care about him.

The phone ringing is shrill as it slices through the silence of the trailer. Eddie jumps from his bed, racing down the hallway to grab it before it has a chance to wake his uncle from the sleep he desperately needs after his night shift.

“Hello?” It’s a rushed whisper and he hopes it’s no one important so he can go back to daydreaming about you.

“Merry Christmas Eve Eve!” you chirp from the other end and warmth spreads throughout his entire body, a smile easily pulling at his lips.

“December twenty-third already? Thank you so much for the reminder,” he drawls and you huff in response. Eddie can clearly picture the eye roll you’re no doubt giving him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, poke fun all you want at my insane Christmas spirit but you know you like it,” you tease and Eddie finds himself agreeing on the inside. He likes every single thing about you, another thought he tries to shake free from his skull. “So, listen, do you have any plans for tonight?”

“On Christmas Eve Eve?” he mocks. “Can’t say that I do.”

“Well, in that case, do you wanna meet me at the mall later tonight? It’s the last night of Santa’s Workshop and I’m volunteering as an elf, handing out candy to the kiddos and making sure they all get their chance to tell Santa what they want for Christmas and yeah, I don’t know, I just thought it would be something to do…,” you trail off and then groan, “God, I sound so stupid, don’t I? You totally don’t want to do this.”

“No,” he interjects quickly, wincing at how overly eager he sounds. Eddie leans back against the wall, twirling the phone cord around his fingers, and he has half a mind to wonder when he became a fifteen year old girl. “No, it uh, it sounds fun, different. I’ll be there. What time?”

“Seven,” you state, “oh, and one more thing, if you make fun of me in my elf costume, I will be very upset with you.”

“I’d never make fun of you.” It sounds like he’s teasing you when the words flow from his mouth but he means it, he’s never meant anything more.

When six thirty rolls around, Eddie bids his uncle farewell and heads off in the direction of the mall. He’s giddy all over at the thought of seeing you but he brushes it off immediately. Get it the fuck together, man, what is wrong with you? He instead lets his mind wander over what your elf costume will look like; no way it would be something sexy, much to his chagrin, but if you are thinking there’s a possibility he may make fun of it, well, it certainly must be something.

Pulling up next to your car in the parking lot, he trudges inside and is immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people gathered around. Not to mention the abundance of lights and the Christmas music playing over the speakers that makes his ears bleed because of how overplayed it is from the start of November. But then the crowd parts, like something out of a movie, and there you are. A bright smile is plastered on your face as you lean down a little to offer a little girl a candy cane before she skips up to sit on Santa’s lap.

Then Eddie zeroes in on your elf costume and the first thing that comes to mind is how adorable you look which is a word he has never used to describe anything ever in his life. But there are a lot of things Eddie never did or said or thought until he met you and now he can’t imagine ever going back to the life he had, not when you’re so perfect and beautiful and kind. He wants to be wrapped up in your arms, safe and sheltered from the world. Eddie blinks the thought away rapidly, waltzing up behind you and tapping you on the shoulder.

You spin on your heel, squealing when you realize it’s him and then throwing your arms around his neck to pull him into a hug. Eddie hugs you back instinctively and it’s not one of those one-armed hugs he so often gives but a full, both arms wrapped around you, pulling you in for the tightest embrace he can offer kind of hugs. Being this close to you feels right, feels like home. He pulls back, placing you at arm’s length and then he finally takes a really good look at this elf costume of yours.

It’s green, very green. The fabric looks like felt but you tell him it’s the cheap polyester that everything is made of these days. The dress is long sleeved but it cinches at your waist and flows out from there, stopping just above your knees. He takes stock of the pointed hat set atop your head at an angle and then he allows his eyes to trail further down, relishing in the bright red tights that adorn your legs to the green heels with bells on the buckles.

“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time,” he admits with a sly chuckle but he is far from making fun of you, this is the best thing he’s ever seen in his entire life.

“Oh, you think this is it?” you ask and Eddie’s eyes widen at the prospect of more. You take a step back, gesturing to the tiny light bulbs stitched into the fabric and then you press a button on the inside of your sleeve and you light up like a Christmas tree. “This is ridiculous but don’t you dare make fun of me.”

Eddie smiles bright and wide, thinking you must be heaven sent with how beautiful you are before him.

“It’s definitely something,” he laughs, “but it’s cute, it works for you.”

“You think so?” You spin in place, skirt flowing around you.

“Yeah,” he whispers, “so, uh, you do this every year or something?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I try to,” you reply, glancing over your shoulder at the growing crowd, “it’s fun and something to do but it’s also kind of rewarding, ya know? All these little ones are just eager to talk to Santa and I get to help them do that.”

Eddie nods, not sure what else to say. He shoves his hands deep in his pockets, taking a deep breath to quell the emotions flooding his body. You’re just supposed to be some girl, some girl, some girl but you’re everything and then so much more all at once. It’s suffocating, the way his feelings bubble up inside of him, getting lodged in his throat as he stares at you with wide eyes.

Your eyes soften when you notice the panic seeping from him. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, if this is too much, you don’t have to stay.”

“No, no, it’s not- it’s not this or you or- it’s me, it’s completely, one hundred percent, totally me.”

You reach out slowly, grasping his forearm, keeping him tethered in the moment and he’s even more grateful for your existence in this bleak world.

“Eddie?”

He takes a shuddering breath and then meets your eyes, your dazzling, wondrous, concerned eyes. Fuck it.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he admits slowly, “and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“‘Felt this way’…?”

“About you, about anyone. I don’t- I don’t do this. I don’t get close or attached, I never let anyone in but you, God, you…” He stops, a breathy laugh escaping him when your features soften in realization. “You’re perfect, like truly perfect, and I was convinced someone like you didn’t exist. But you do exist and you make me feel warm and safe and cared for and I just- I want to be a part of your life, in any way you’ll have me, even if it’s only as friends cause as much as I like you, hell, as much as I love you, I’d rather have you as a friend than not have you at all.”

Eddie is breathless by the time he word vomits all of the emotions and feelings he had been pushing down, down, down for so long and you’re… staring, wide eyed and silent.

“I- I fucked this all up, didn’t I?” he asks and part of him doesn’t want to know but he needs to, needs to know if he should find the deepest, darkest hole in this town and take up permanent residence inside of it.

But to his surprise, you smile, one of those warm, inviting, caring smiles that he’s grown to adore over these past couple of months. You take a tentative step forward, gingerly cup his jaw in your hand and then your lips are pressed against his and Eddie thinks if he died right now, he’d die a happy man. Because you’re not shying away from him, not chastising him, not pushing him away; you’re bringing him in, closer and closer, allowing him to come inside and make a home inside of your heart.

“And here I was expecting you to just make fun of my costume,” you tease, lips brushing against his own, “but this, this is so much better.”

[gallifrey1sburning]

Hi 👋 a prompt you can take or leave: Draco is very unsure whether he is being flirted with or this is an extension of their office rivalry that he doesn't understand (or the reverse!) Ty!

@skeptiquex and @ihavesomeideawhatimdoinghere, I read both of your prompts back to back, and they worked really well together, so I squished them into one. I hope you enjoy! Thank you both for sending me things, and thanks to @mxmaneater for the fast beta ❤️

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The Tally

“One more for me!” Harry crowed, scratching a new tally mark next to his name on the chalkboard behind Draco’s head. “Better luck next time, Malfoy.” The board had a partner behind Harry’s desk, and the tallies recorded on one would reflect on the other, but Harry took great joy in invading Draco’s space and rubbing his victories in his face at every opportunity. Not that Draco was any better. It was part of the fun.

“Please, that one hardly counted,” Draco objected reflexively. “You only caught him because you tripped, for Merlin’s sake. Hardly an impressive arrest.” 

Harry shrugged and grinned, perching on the edge of Draco’s desk. “An arrest is an arrest.”

“Whatever,” Draco grumped. He and Harry had been playing this game for over a year now, and the margin was always extremely close. Harry was just barely ahead, at the moment, but Draco would catch up to him soon. He and Parvati had a potions ring bust coming up that Harry and Weasley weren’t involved in. Once that was done, he’d have overtaken him, and the smug expression currently gracing his colleague’s face would disappear along with his lead.

“So, any big weekend plans?” Harry asked, ignoring Draco’s pout.

Draco dropped the expression when it failed to produce the desired reaction. “Nothing too exciting. Yourself?”

“I’ve got tickets for the Puddlemere game on Saturday, actually. Ron was supposed to come, but something came up, so I’m trying to find someone else who might want to go. It would be a shame for the ticket to go to waste.” Harry was biting his lip and looking hopeful, and for just a moment, Draco thought— but no. If he’d wanted to ask, he would have asked, he told himself firmly. 

Taking care to keep his expression light, Draco pondered for a moment before saying. “I think McCutcheon is a Puddlemere fan. Maybe try him?”

“Oh, right.” Draco almost thought that Harry looked disappointed for a moment, but on second glance, his expression was clear and friendly. “Thanks for the tip. I’ll see if he’s free. Have a great weekend, Draco. Parvati.” He knocked his knuckles against the desktop twice before straightening and walking off, hands in pockets. Draco watched him go, sighing as he rounded the corner. It really was a pleasure watching him walk away.

He was brought back to reality by his partner smacking him in the back of the head with a stack of paperwork. “Ow! What the fuck, Patil?”  

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed, looking even more exasperated with him than usual. “Every time he’s over here, you spend the rest of the day mooning, and he finally asks you out, and you say NO?!” 

“I do not moon!” He did moon, and he knew it, but he wasn’t about to say so. He still had his pride. “And he didn’t ask me out, either.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“He didn’t! He just said he had an available ticket! He very clearly had an opening to invite me, if he wanted to, and he very clearly didn’t.” There had been a number of moments like this, in recent months, and Parvati kept insisting that Harry was flirting with Draco. For his part, Draco kept insisting that she mind her own business, because she obviously could not read Harry Potter at all if she thought he was interested in Draco.

“You are an absolute moron.” Parvati shook her head in disbelief, but let it drop.

— 

They made the bust on Tuesday. Monday had been a rush of preparations and contingency planning and final logistics, and the stakeout had lasted all day, but in the end, it had been worth it—they’d brought in six players in one sweep and were confident that at least one of them would give up the rest in exchange for sentencing leniency. Draco had dropped into bed exhausted but elated.

He was still riding high when he sauntered into Harry and Weasley’s office on Wednesday. He leaned ostentatiously over Harry’s desk, stretching almost directly over his perpetually-tousled head to grab a piece of chalk and carefully add six perfectly straight tally marks to his own side of the board, giving him the lead by three. 

“And that’s how you do it,” he gloated as he straightened, smirking smugly down at Harry. “Suck it, Potter.”

Across the office, he heard Weasley groan and mumble something that sounded suspiciously like ‘he wishes’ under his breath. Harry looked a bit pink, but still smirked right back up at Draco, so it was probably just the heat. “Played that one close to the chest, didn’t you? But don’t worry, I’ve got something in the pipeline. I’ll be back on top before you know it.”

In Draco’s peripheral vision, he saw Weasley bang his head against his desk. “I’m getting tea,” he announced, stalking out of the office. Draco raised an eyebrow at Potter, who shrugged. 

Now that he was here, Draco didn’t quite want to leave yet, so he searched for something else to talk about. “How was the game?” he finally asked.

“Huh? Oh, the Quidditch game. Yeah, I didn’t end up going, actually.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, not making eye contact. “Wasn’t really in the mood.” 

Draco wrinkled his brow, not really sure what to make of that, but then Harry asked a question about the potions bust, and Draco forgot about it, instead focusing on a dramatic retelling of his glorious victory.

— 

Harry’s next arrest came after a particularly brutal double homicide. It was all anyone was talking about when he arrived that morning, but, despite Draco’s expectations (and perhaps anticipation), Harry didn’t appear at his desk to brag about it. He was feeling a bit anxious by the time he finally saw him passing by his door in the late afternoon, and the feeling only grew when he did. Harry had bags under his eyes, and his usually confident posture was slumped. He didn’t look as though he had slept. He also didn’t look like he was going to stop.

“Hey,” Draco said, rising from his desk to catch him before he passed by completely. “Haven’t seen you today.” Are you okay?, he didn’t say, but he thought it was probably audible in his tone anyway.

“Oh. Hey, Draco.” Harry looked up at him, seeming a little lost. He looked hollow behind his eyes, and Draco could feel his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Yeah, I’ve been…” he trailed off and glanced past Draco, into his office, to where the chalkboard hung prominently on the back wall. He seemed to curl even further in on himself. “I don’t want to count this one, okay?” he said, finally. “It doesn’t really feel like a victory.”

“Yeah, of course,” Draco said immediately, and he suddenly felt completely helpless. “Can I—” he hesitated, and then put a tentative hand on Harry’s slumped shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

He was half sure that Harry would pull away from his touch, but he didn’t. If anything, he seemed almost to relax into it. “I’m okay,” he said, and it wasn’t convincing, but Draco didn’t want to push it. “Thanks, though.” He reached up and gripped Draco’s hand where it lay on his shoulder, so briefly that his hand was gone before Draco could even fully register it, and then stepped back, continuing on his way.

Draco stood and stared at the chalkboard for a while when he got back to his desk. Then, he picked up his eraser and carefully removed one tally from his own side.

— 

Their next bust, they were on together. A small Neo-Death Eater group that the department had been keeping an eye on, but who hadn’t done much of anything until now, had suddenly decided to make a grand statement by threatening a large-scale attack on Diagon Alley if their (entirely insane) demands weren’t met. Needless to say, the Ministry was not interested in negotiation, and the whole Auror force had been called out en masse. 

Somehow, Harry and Weasley had ended up working in tandem with Draco and Parvati, and now Harry and Draco were back to back in a dead-end alley, dueling a pair that seemed to be the last desperate stragglers, while Parvati watched the street, ready to block anyone who might try to interfere, and Weasley stood to the side, clutching his ribs and sweating but still managing to hold a fairly steady shield charm. There was an unconscious, Incarcerous-ed body on the ground near him; his Stunner’s aim had been true, but the assailant had gotten off one last hex before it hit. He wasn’t in imminent danger—Draco had been hit by the same spell before, and it was extremely painful but didn’t cause any lasting damage once reversed—and although that would be easy enough to do, they didn’t have a wand to spare at the moment.

Harry and Draco worked together like they’d been born to it, and if their respective partnerships hadn’t been working so well for so long, Draco might have considered it a waste that they weren’t paired together. Spells flew around them like fireworks, and they cast and dodged and shielded and attacked without speaking, without pause, until, suddenly, it was over. 

“Ron!” Harry cried as soon as his wand dropped, but Parvati was already by his side, countering the spell, and Ron’s body relaxed almost immediately.

“I’m fine, mate. Great work.” 

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and then turned to Draco, chest still heaving with exertion. Draco couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face even as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel sweat tracking down his face, his neck, his back, and he was streaked with dirt and—he suspected—blood; but they had won, and no one had died, and he was almost high on the rush of it. “I’m not sure who those count for,” he said, half laughing. “It happened too fast. Did you catch who took them down?”

Harry was grinning now, too, the buzzing energy of their win almost visibly coursing through him. He beamed at Draco, and he looked so fucking beautiful, even though he was just as dirty and dishevled as Draco was, that Draco couldn’t help but glance, just for a second, at those lips that he’d surreptitiously observed for so long as they stretched wide with joy. When he snapped his eyes back up, however, it was clear that Harry had seen, because the smile had morphed into something that Draco couldn’t put a name to, and his eyes were searching Draco’s for something. And then— 

“Fuck it,” he heard Harry say, and then there were hands on either side of his head and he was being—quite thoroughly—kissed, right there in the alley. He melted into it immediately, pulling Harry closer to himself almost instinctively. There was an iron tang of blood as their tongues met, and Draco wasn’t sure whose it was, but he didn’t particularly care. He didn’t care about much of anything, right now, besides Harry’s hands, and Harry’s lips, and the press of Harry’s chest and hips against his own, and whether Harry might want to reenact this moment later but somewhere with a bed and a lot less clothes.

“I TOLD YOU!” Parvati yelled triumphantly in the background.

“Fucking finally.” Ron sounded both amused and exasperated.

Draco ignored them in favor of sliding his hands into Harry’s birdsnest of hair, pulling lightly and making him groan into the kiss. He supposed this one counted as a win for both of them.

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Kinktober Day 4: Bimbofication + Cockwarming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,164

Warnings: Bimbofication/intelligence play, hypnosis/trance state, cockwarming

A/N: This fic is very much set in my Future Management universe though I think you could get away with not having read the others. I’ve missed writing these two tbh and then I saw that one of the prompts for day 4 was bimbofication and decided it was a good enough excuse to get back to them. But I also really loved the second prompt for day 4, cockwarming, so decided to mix the two together!

After the long week you’d both been dealing with, you and Roger were glad to have a weekend to yourselves to relax. You’d spent too many nights out at various political functions, lobbying politicians and trying to convince the wealthy elite to donate to your cause. It was frustrating though and despite the numerous late nights and all your best efforts, it didn’t feel like you’d got particularly far. Roger had returned to the studio that week to begin recording Queen’s next album, so he was having a better time than you had been, though by all accounts everyone had been a little on edge as the week drew to a close. He’d come home complaining about how snippy everyone had been and how little progress they’d made that day. It was nice just to curl up on the couch together and zone out in front of the telly, not least because recently you’d barely found time to just be together without interruptions. It wasn’t a problem exactly, and you’d known you’d have patches like that when you first started seeing each other, but the lack of intimacy and physical affection created by your busy schedules did take its toll. So, on Friday night, Roger took great joy in turning off the alarm clock, deciding you could both use a lie in. You were too exhausted to even suggest anything more than talking before you went to sleep, but Roger made sure he was spooning you as you settled down, holding you tight.  

Roger was still asleep as you woke, carefully detangling yourself so you could tiptoe to the bathroom, but he offered you a sleepy grin when you came back.   “Sorry, did I wake you?” “Maybe a little. Thought we were going to lie in.” He pouted at you as if you’d betrayed him.   “I had to pee!” you laughed, “But I’m all for lying in now.”   Roger chuckled along with you as he beckoned you over, encouraging you to lay your head on his chest as you snuggled back up. His hand found yours, softly tracing the length of your fingers as he sighed happily.   “I missed this,” he half whispered, pulling your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.   You hummed in agreement. For someone who’d not been in the habit of sharing your bed or encouraging physical contact, you’d certainly gotten used to Roger’s touch. He’d thoroughly converted you as the relationship became more serious, made you see how nice it was to be held, how comforting his hand in yours could be. And you had missed it over the last week when there’d not seemed to be enough time for those soft, quiet moments with him. You’d sat next to uninterested politicians who nodded politely at what you said but never offered anything useful, and thought about how nice it’d be to feel Roger kiss your temple or squeeze your thigh. And then your mind had taken it further, reminding you how warm you got when his weight was over you, how it felt to fill your lungs with his breath and to taste him on your lips. You shifted at the idea and realised you weren’t the only one who wanted more than just to relax. Scooting away from Roger so you could better face him, you began to suggest you could maybe slip down under the covers and help him get properly excited, but before you got more than a few syllables out he was talking about a different idea.  “So, I’ve been thinking about something I thought might be fun to try with my bimbo doll.”  “Oh?” You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about that. On one hand you loved when Roger turned you brainless and cock-crazed, how fun it was and how freeing. But this was the first time you’d really been able to be together in a little while. What did it say about the state of your relationship or his opinion of you, if he’d prefer your bimbo alter ego over the real you, “You want her?”  “Not necessarily right now,” he said, rubbing his knuckles softly against your cheek, “Not if you don’t want to. I’m happy staying like this with you all day.”  “Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck. I want to fuck.”  Roger laughed, “Oh I definitely want to fuck. I’m just saying I’d be perfectly happy fucking beautiful, brainy, you, instead of the slutty idiot.”  You couldn’t help but smile at that.  “But it’s something I’ve thought about quite a lot. And I think it’d be kind of perfect for such a lazy morning.”  “Okay.” you said, thinking about it more, “I’m not entirely opposed to the whole bimbo thing. It might actually be nice to be a bit brainless, maybe even make it a bit easier to relax. Y’know, sort of keep me focused on enjoying the moment and really feeling everything. So why don’t you just tell me what the idea is and then I’ll know how up for it I am right now.”  “Hmmm. I thought maybe it could be a surprise. But don’t worry, it’s something we’ve done before. I’m just curious how she’d react to being made to do it.”  “Being made to?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in disbelief, “Is this something I like?”  “Oh yeah, definitely. Believe me, we’ve done this a few times before. Usually, it’s less part of sex and more to do with the aftercare or the foreplay.”  You tried to think of what he meant but nothing came to mind that fit the description. It was intriguing though. And you trusted Roger, you knew he wouldn’t take advantage or force you to do something you wouldn't normally do. If he said you enjoyed it then you must enjoy it usually.  Roger waited to see how you’d react.  “Nothing to lose?”  “Nothing to lose.” He said with a smile, “I promise it’ll be fun, love.”  “Okay, let’s do it. I’m insanely curious. But also, sometime later today or tonight, we’re going to have regular, non-bimbo, sex.”  “Anything you want. You ready?” 

You nodded and instantly felt Roger draw you back down so you were within easier reach. His fingers trailed lightly over your arms as he began to talk you down. You relaxed into the moment, letting his voice wash over you as his touch created goosebumps over your skin. As you closed your eyes your breathing began to soften and you felt the familiar drowsiness settle into your mind. Roger did his usual improvisation, making sure you knew how dumb you were, how easily confused and hopelessly idiodic you were. He made you understand that you couldn’t understand half of what he said, that you were just a giggly dummy who needed his help. And then, when he was sure you had gone brainless, he told you how horny you were. How all you could think about was his cock in every one of your holes, how desperately you ached for him, how being filled by him was your one goal in life. The only thing you needed or wanted. And how the longer you waited the hornier you got. He told you about being desperate and wet and you felt yourself grow desperate and wet as he said it though you couldn’t remember the word desperate. You tried you but just came up blank. The only world you could think of was cock. It flashed in your mind like a neon sign and just the thought of that word alone made your mouth water and you cunt ache.  You shifted, trying to rub your legs together, able to feel the slick forming between them as your stomach tightened with need. And then he told you one word, a simple word. No. He explained that every time he told you no, it was guaranteed to compound the horny desperation you felt.   “What’s co-com- ummm, com-pound?” You asked, confusedly.   “It means the feeling will get stronger. When I say no, you’ll get even hornier. Understand?”  “Yes,” you sighed, content now that he’d explained the hard word.  

By the time you blinked your eyes open, all you knew was that you wanted his cock. It was your very first thought and the first thing you said.   Roger looked at you, smiling, and greeted you. A pleasant, “Hi,” that made you feel warm and happy.  You’d smiled back, “Can I please have your cock Sir?”  That made Roger laugh, “No baby. That’s now what I want to do right now.”  Hearing him say that just made you want it more though.  “Please Sir? I could suck it for you. I really really really want to suck your cock.”  “No, I don’t think I want that either.”  You whined softly, “I promise I’m reallllllly good at it and I love sucking cock so much.”  “No. What else could you do instead?”  “Ummm,” it was hard to think, hard to remember anything beyond how horny you were, “Maybe I could ride you?”  “Hmmm, no.”  You groaned and clenched your hands into fists for a second as a bolt of energy ran through you, “Can I wank you?”  “No, baby, not that either.”  “Please Sir?”  “No.”  The bolt of energy ran through you again and you stomped your foot against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure.   “Keep suggesting things,” Roger grinned, “Maybe one of them might interest me.”  You scrunched your face up in concentration, trying to think of something Roger might like, “What about if you fucked me? I’d be so good and I’d stay so still and you could use my pussy and cum in me and-”  “No. No I don’t want that either.”  “But Siiiiiiir,” you whined, “You always tell me to take your cock!”  “Do I?”  “Yes!” you giggled, wondering how he could have forgotten, “You always say how good it feels in me.”  “I s’pose that’s true.”  “So can I have your cock now?”  “No.”  You whined and pouted but Roger didn’t budge.  “I’ll tell you what. Let’s start with taking your clothes off.”  “Okay Sir.” you nodded, giggling again at the idea, hoping it would lead to having one of your holes filled.  “Well go on then. Shirt off first, good girl.”  You rolled yourself off the bed and quickly began tearing off the pyjamas you were wearing, feeling hot as Roger’s gaze dragged over the newly exposed skin.   “Now undress me.”  You couldn't help but laugh as you crawled across the bed to reach him. He’d slept without a shirt so all you had to worry about were his flannel PJ pants and underwear pulling them down his legs one at a time. As his underwear came down your eyes fell to his cock, revealed inch by inch. You felt saliva pool in your mouth and had to resist the urge to lean forward and taste him.  “Can I touch you Sir?” you asked quietly, almost holding your breath as you waited for his answer.  “No.”  “Please?” you asked again, frustrated. Roger didn’t understand how bad you wanted it, how much you needed him. “I’ll do anything Sir, whatever you want.”  “No.”  With an impatient groan you threw yourself onto your stomach, beating your fists and feet against the mattress. It was the only way to relieve the energy and pressure building inside you.  But Roger just laughed, “Awww, is Dummy gonna have a tantrum? That’s not going to change my mind. My answer is still no.”  You whined and kicked your legs again, your pussy throbbing with how empty it was.  “You’re such a desperate slut, aren’t you Dummy.” Roger laughed again, “So maybe....”  You looked up excited and hopeful.  “I might decide to fuck you. Pin you down, fill you hard and deep and cum in you as many times as I can manage. Just to shut your whining up.”  You scrambled back to your knees and nodded happily, reaching to wrap your hand around Roger’s cock.  He slapped you away, “I said might, Dummy. That’s still a no. You’ll have to show me you deserve it. You’ll have to be a good bimbo doll and do everything I say. Can you do that?”  You whined but agreed you could. He didn’t need to make you promise to follow his orders. You’d have done that anyway. You’d have done anything he asked, anything to make him feel happy and pleased. 

“Sit up, hands behind your back. Show me your cunt.”  You scrambled to do as he asked, smiling proudly when he hummed at the sight of your spread legs and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock.  “You’re so wet Dummy. How’d that happen?”  You giggled again, “I told you I want you Sir.”  “Guess I didn’t realise how much,”  Your gaze fell to his hand and your breath caught as you watched him slowly stroke his length, stiffening more the longer your eyes were fixed on him. It just made everything worse. You couldn’t seem to drag your eyes away, nearly panting with desire. Wanting to touch yourself almost as much as you wanted to touch him.  “Oh you are desperate. I can see your cunt clenching around thin air and you’ve got drool on your chin. You don’t even care which hole I use.”  You shook your head. Whatever he wanted would make you happy because it’d make him happy.  “I could keep telling you no.”  A whimper slipped from your lips and you felt your pussy pulse with need.  “But maybe I’ll be generous. Lie down here, next to me. Good girl, now turn onto your side. No, other side, facing away from me. That’s right.”  “What are you doing Sir?” you asked over the creaking of the bed frame as Roger shifted around behind you. He didn’t answer though, just pressed himself against your back. You could feel his hard length being directed to your slit and you changed the position of your legs to make it easier for him.   “Good girl,” he said softly, his breath warm against your bare skin.  You moaned at the feeling of him moving between your legs, waiting for the sweet stretch of him filling you. Only it didn’t come. You could feel him between your lips, sliding easily through your soaked folds, every ridge and vein making you shudder. You tried to press back, to direct him into you, but his hand landed on your hip, forcing you to still.  “No.”  The word pulled another whine from you, louder than any before, exacerbated by how close he was to what you really wanted. But that just made Roger chuckle as he kept teasing you. It was pure torment, though worse was still to come.  

It took you completely by surprise when Roger stopped his teasing rubbing, readjusting his angle so he could sink into you slowly. The unexpectedness of it stole your breath but you managed to gasp out a small moan of thanks, finally getting what you’d been so desperate for. The position you lay in kept your bodies close as he sheathed himself fully, rocking his hips gently so as to withdraw a little and thrust back into you. You could have cried with joy at knowing you’d pleased your Sir, that you’d been so good and patient, and he’d finally decided to take what you’d offered him. And then he stopped. You tried to take over his rhythm, tried to fuck yourself on his cock the way you knew he liked. Last time you’d done that he’d praised you for being brainless and needy, called you a good bimbo whore and you’d kept going until he’d cum, laughing about how good it felt. But this time he stopped you. He pressed his hips flush against you and wrapped his arm tightly over the top of you.   “No, Dummy. No moving now.”  “But Sir,”  “No. Be good and lie still or I will make you,” He tapped the middle of your forehead with a finger, “Remember I have all the power.”  You didn’t know what he meant by that or why he’d tapped you but you knew how to be good. You knew how to please. And so you relaxed again and lay quiet and still, the way he wanted you.  “It’s still a little early for me to use you. I think I want to sleep a bit longer, so why don’t you stay here and warm my cock for me. It’ll keep me comfortable so I can sleep longer. And then when I’m better rested I’ll think about fucking you.”  You whined again, wanting to thrash your arms and legs again but unable to, wanting to be pinned down by your Sir and used, wanting to feel him move within you or to taste his cum or anything. But if that was what he wanted that was what you’d do, so you nodded and agreed softly.   Roger hummed happily which was all you needed to hear to feel happy too. He let out a tired exhale and seemed to still. You listened as his breath evened out into a shallow rhythm, and struggled to keep relaxed in his embrace. As far as you could tell he was asleep, though his hand seemed to come to life. His fingertips trailed over your skin, coming to rest on your chest. You tried to remain quiet but struggled not to moan as his hand cupped your breast and squeezed it. In response he moved slightly, though still slept on, his cock changing angle within you by a hair's breadth. In your state of heightened arousal it was enough to have you clenching again, trying not to wake Roger in case he got mad.  

There was a soft laugh from behind you and Roger mumbled, “C’mon Dummy, you should sleep too.” And then he kept talking, telling you how you’d still be horny when you woke but you’d have control of your brain again, you’d be back to his beautiful, intelligent partner. It sounded like nonsense (what did intelligent even mean?) but something about the way he spoke made your eyes droop and close. There was a small tap on your forehead and you awoke, disorientated by being brought back to the real world so soon.  “How do you feel, love?”  Roger asked and you twisted in his arms to try and see him better. You were pleased when you heard him groan at the change in your position.   “You’re a fucking tease Roger Taylor.” you half laughed, trying to sound less amused than you were.  He laughed too, clearly pleased with his little game, as he released you and withdrew his cock from your heat, “I told you you’d like it.”  You pushed yourself up to be more comfortable, “I don’t know that like is the word I’d use. All I feel is horny. Insanely so.”  “Do you want that fuck now?”  He was still laughing when you tackled him. 

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Just The Way You Are

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: Anon…tysm for helping me out of my brain fart and suggesting/requesting this concept. I may or may not have cried (more like bawled) while writing this one. I love it sm and I feel like it’s perfect bc it’s so  relatable for so many, so I hope you like it bby🥺!! and I just realized that this is my last full post of 2020 which is absolutely insane…enjoy🙃

What you saw in the mirror was always a struggle for you. You were heavy in the chest, your hips were wide, you had chub in places where you didn’t want chub, and you had an endless supply of thighs. For the longest time you’d been in the never ending battle with your weight and with your figure. For years, you struggled to lose weight and slim down, trying your hardest to fit into the mold and standard of beauty that was placed before you. You tried so many of the fad diets you’d found on the internet and countless workout routines that were supposedly going to give you that instant gratification and the appearance you were chasing after.

 But at the end of it all, you got nothing. In fact, you came out with less than what you came in with. The only thing that came out of those efforts was even more disappointment in yourself. And the disappointment and dissatisfaction that came from those efforts was just a portion of the mountain of disdain and sadness that was already growing inside of you towards yourself. There were so many times where you just wanted to give up on it all. You felt like you’d never be seen as beautiful by yourself or by anyone else. You felt like there was absolutely no hope and that you weren’t going to be able to be loved by anyone because of your outward appearance. You felt stuck. 

And you felt stuck for a while. You went back and forth between fighting to get out of this state and just letting it be that way for who knows how long. You went on and on in this cycle until you became tired of being that way. It became exhausting. You’d reached your lowest point, you were drained. You realized that you couldn’t stay like this forever, nor were you going to allow yourself to stay like this anymore. So you pulled yourself up and you came up with a way to get yourself up. Even though it probably wasn’t the best mindset to have, you came to the resolve that if you couldn’t change it and if you weren’t going to be accepted and loved by anyone on the basis of your looks, you might as well accept and love yourself the way you were. And believe it or not, that pessimistic yet strangely optimistic mindset actually got you to a much better place. Sure you still had your insecurities about the way you looked and sure your heart sunk a little bit when you looked in the mirror, but you were feeling better than before and that’s all you cared about. You weren’t completely over the hill in regards to the negative feelings towards yourself but you definitely made progress and that’s all that mattered to you. You were finally feeling better. 

And you only got better. After making it to the point of feeling a bit better about yourself, you met Harry. He managed to shower you with all the love and affection you never thought you’d ever receive from someone. Even though you were strong in your convictions when it came to finding any type of approval in a man, you couldn’t resist Harry. He was an absolute dream. Along with loving you and your body, he was everything you could’ve wanted in a partner. There was no other way to describe it, he was just amazing and you didn’t want to let him go, nor were you planning to. You didn’t even entertain the thought. You held onto him and you enjoyed the pure bliss that came from being together. The both of you were completely head over heels for each other. And as you and Harry’s relationship grew, you blossomed. You became confident in yourself and you were able to stop putting yourself down. You’d reached the better place you were desperately searching for all this time. You were happy. This time, it wasn’t a facade that you were putting up to disguise your true and beyond negative feelings. You were truly happy. 

But with all good things of course, they either come to an end or come at a price. And being with Harry came at a price. You and Harry tried your best to keep your relationship away from the prying eyes that were constantly surrounding him. But you could only do but so much with that. It wasn’t that long before everyone found out who you were and made things a bit harder for you. After a little over nine months into your relationship with Harry, you began noticing an all around influx in your social media’s along with the press in general. Your picture was everywhere and there were so many people who were taking and interest in you and talking about you. You knew it came with the territory of dating someone who had an enormous amount of fame the way Harry did, but it was still very foreign and it was something that you weren’t prepared for. There were so many comments that made you happy and feel better about the situation. They were so happy to see you dating Harry, especially since you were very different from the women he’s dated and has been associated with in the past. Seeing those things always melted your heart and made you feel so good inside. 

But for some reason, the bad always crept in and overshadowed the good that was being brought your way. Along with an influx in positives, there was an influx in the negatives with the main target being your appearance. You tried to block it out and not focus on the negative, but those feelings that Harry was able to break through in the beginning came creeping back. Harry tried to console you in any way possible given the fact that you had talked to him a little bit about your past struggles. He took the time to remind you that you were desirable and that you were beautiful and that he loved you. Now while you were still down about what was being said about you, Harry’s words definitely provided comfort to you and made the situation tolerable. They didn’t miraculously change your thinking on the matter, but Harry’s words were able to stop you from going into the dark place you were in before which was what you needed at the time. Since everything was coming down onto you all at once, that was exactly what you needed. And eventually, with Harry’s help, you were able to make it through that incredibly intense time. 

Not too long after the news broke about your relationship, you and Harry celebrated your one year anniversary together, the both of you were beyond ecstatic about the milestone and your lives together going forward. The both of you were so happy to be together and so happy to have made it through the hell that was the past three months following the revealing of guys’ relationship. As you two continued on together, the negativity still came your way though. You tried your best to block it all out and keep moving forward to the best of your abilities but you weren’t able to let it all roll off you back. Some of it stayed with you, prompting you to just spring into action. Because you had so many people talking about you and your appearance, picking you apart at every turn, you were became determined to make them shut up. And the only way you knew how to do that was by going to work out with Harry. You figured that if you were able to do what he was doing, you’d be able to transform and as a result get them all to shut up and leave you alone. 

So you gave Harry the lame excuse of wanting to accomplish the health goal you had set for yourself which marked the beginning of your anxiety and stress filled workout journey. Harry bought right into that positive notion too, completely ready and willing to help you accomplish your goal and completely oblivious to your true motives towards wanting to start working out with him. From that point on, the two of you got up early at the same time five days a week to work out. It was incredibly hard for you to do but you were beyond motivated to shut everyone up and go back to having that peace you once had within yourself. 

You just wanted it all to stop. 

Now while you were extremely determined to workout, Harry began noticing some things that prompted red flags to go up in his head. The main and number one thing that got his attention was your excessiveness in regards to working out. After helping you get accustomed to working out the way he did and on the schedule he did it, you ran with it and never stopped. You began working out all the time, making your schedule seven days a week and sometimes twice a day. You were pushing yourself so hard and he was worried about you. He knew that you struggled with your confidence and body image so he didn’t want to discourage you. But he didn’t want you to hurt yourself either, nor did he want you to feel like you had to work out and change yourself for him or anyone for that matter. He knew that something had to be done and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

He decided to step in and do it all this morning. Normally it’d be an off day but since you were on seven days a week, you were getting up early to head downstairs to the gym. As you were moving to sit up, Harry tightened his grip around you, keeping your body down on the bed and against him. 

“Harry, you have to let me go.” You whisper back to him, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip. 

“No I don’t, you deserve a rest day anyways.” He mumbles back to you through a yawn, beginning to fully wake up as well. 

“I need to do this babe, I don’t be long.” You try and reason with him, still trying to release his grip from around you. 

“Okay fine, but can we please talk before you go down?” He bargains, even though he had no intention of letting you go down there. 

“Sure.” You agree, stopping your attempts to free yourself from his grip.

“Thanks baby.” He hums before unwrapping his arm from around you and sitting up in the bed to almost hover over your body. “So what’s going on?” He asks calmly yet  bluntly. 

“What do you mean?” You reply back to him with a puzzled look spread across your face to match your response. 

“You’ve been working out so much recently and it’s becoming a bit concerning sweets. I want you to reach your goal, I really do! I just want you to be healthy about it.” He softly points out to you, bringing his hand down to your cheek. 

“I’m fine Harry. I really want to reach this goal so I’m doing everything I possibly can.” You attempt to justify your actions over the past weeks, trying to steady your breathing a bit as well as you adjust to the touchy subject at hand. 

“Well I understand that and I’m so proud of you for going at this with that determination, I really am. It’s just that I don’t want you to be doing this because of all the things going around online.” He explains, his voice filled with  worry and concern. “I know it’s hard, but if you’re doing this, you should be doing this for you baby. That’s it.” He adds. 

When he says this, your heart sinks. You weren’t doing this for you. And you didn’t want him to find out your actual reasons for working out seven days a week and practically killing yourself because if he did, which he ultimately was, it was going to crush him. And the last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you. You could see all the worry and concern painted all over his face and you hated it. You hated it so much that you began to cry, not being able to hold back the tears that were already bubbling up in your eyes. 

“Oh my-baby please talk to me!” He begs, wiping the tears that were falling from your eyes. 

“It’s just so hard Harry. I’ve never had this many people coming at me about the way I looked. The only people I had to worry about before with this were myself and anyone I came in contact with. But now it’s everyone and it’s too much. I just want them all to shut up and leave me alone.” You rush out through your tears, completely breaking down below him. 

“I’m so sorry baby.”

“The only reason why I’m working out so much and trying so hard to get through it all is because I love you so so much. I can’t go back to that dark place anymore, I just wanna stay out here in the light and happiness with you. It’s just so hard when you have so many people coming at you all at once and it makes you want to just give in so that you can have peace.” You sob. When Harry hears this, his heart breaks into a million pieces. He was assuming full responsibility for this. He felt like if it wasn’t for him entering your life, you wouldn’t be completely broken before him right now.

“I’m so sorry that you’re going through all of this baby. It’s all my fault and I feel horrible for even putting you in this position.” Harry sighs, feeling tears beginning to form in his eyes as well. 

“But it’s not-“ 

“It is my fault.” He quickly interjects. “You’re going through this torture because of me and I’m so so sorry. I love you so much baby and I wish that I could just end all of this for you.” He whimpers, feeling the hot tears streaming down his face. 

“I love you too Harry. And it’s not your fault.” You reiterate, making it clear that you didn’t blame him for any of this. 

“I just need you to remember that I love you so much. I love all of you so much.” He says firmly to you, locking his eyes with yours to really reach you. He couldn’t stress how beautiful you were in his eyes enough. You were absolutely amazing to him and he just wanted to touch and admire you all the time if he could. He wanted to constantly shower you with all the love and affection you deserved. He wanted the girl he loved to know that she was absolutely stunning and that he couldn’t get enough of her. He needed you to know that. It was so important to him that you know how beautiful you were.

And he planned on making sure you knew just how beautiful you were. He quickly wipes his face before pulling your legs apart and moving in between them.

“Harry what are you doing?” You ask at his sudden movements. 

“Shh, just let me love on you baby.” He coos down to you before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is soft but filled with passion. You could feel it radiating off of Harry and down onto you. As he continues to kiss your lips, you feel his hands glide down your body, tugging up at hem of the shirt you slept in. Keeping his lips on yours, he pulls it up your body detaching his mouth when he pulls the shirt off of your body, leaving you in just your panties below him. “You are so beautiful.” He admires, taking in your pretty much naked body. Everywhere he looked he found something that he loved. There was no part of you that he hated. In fact, anything you hated, he loved.

Without wasting anymore time, Harry jumps right into his praising session so to speak. He starts at your lips, leaving you one final kiss before leaving a trail of kisses down the lower portion of your face and neck, going all the way down and stopping at your chest. He brings his hands up to your ample breasts and he cups both of them in his hands. He then lifts his head up a bit to lock eyes with you.

“I love these so much. They’re so pretty and they fit perfectly in my hands.” He whispers, bringing his mouth to one of your breasts and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. He then begins to suck on you, using his hands to squeeze wherever he couldn’t have his mouth. As he did this, your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth hung open, allowing little moans to escape as you enjoyed the physical and emotional pleasure you were receiving from Harry. Even though it was just the beginning, you knew what he was doing because he’d done it many times before. And every time he did it, you had the same reaction. You were in a completely blissful state and you felt loved every single time. Those feelings were only intensified since you and Harry talked and you really expressed what you were going through. And now that you let all of that out, you felt lighter and you were so ready to feel good again. Harry then removes his mouth from your breast and latches onto the other, doing the exact same thing as before. Squeezing your flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucked on the other. He continues on like this a little longer before moving down your body.

“I love this tummy of yours.” He hums delightedly, leaving kisses all over the area, making sure to leave kisses along your sides as well, nipping at your chub every once in a while too. “Can’t wait to put out baby in here.” Harry hums, enjoying the idea of having a baby with you. 

“Oh my goodness Harry!” You chuckle through your labored breaths. 

“You’d look so pretty, maybe even prettier than you already are if that’s even possible.” He praises, smoothing his hand across your empty stomach. Harry then moves on to the next part of your body. 

“I love these hips.” He groans biting into and kissing the flesh of your hips. “Love grabbin’ them when I fuck you. So good.” He sighs, thinking back on the times he’s pushed into you. He then moves even lower. He begins to leave kisses along the side bands of your panties, bringing his mouth closer and closer to where your need was mounting. But instead of going there, he keeps going down and stops at your thighs. 

“I don’t know if I told you this, but I’m in love with your thighs. Like they’re absolutely delicious and amazing.” He rambles up to your before biting into one of them, squeezing the other as he did this. Harry loved how fleshy your thighs were. He couldn’t get enough of how they quaked and jiggled when he fucked into you. They were so soft and plushy, how could Harry possibly resist them?! Once he’s done loving on your thighs, Harry lifts himself up so that he’s kneeling between your legs before quickly pulling you onto your side to give your ass a couple swats, causing you to yelp out to him from how it stung. “I didn’t forget about your ass either baby, I love pulling it apart and having my face buried in it.” He says before pushing you back into your original position below him. 

“And now to the last stop.” He announces, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before tugging them down, lifting your legs up to fully pull them off. He tosses them to the side and spreads your legs for him, revealing your soft and puffy center. “I love your pussy. It’s magical if m’being completely honest. It’s all puffy and  warm and sticky. It’s just the best. Feels amazing around my cock and it tastes amazing on my tongue.” He heavily praises before going in. He could see that you were already dripping so he knew that it wouldn’t take long at all to make you let go in his mouth.

With his mouth on you, Harry licks a wide stripe up your folds, pushing his tongue into you. When he does this, your hands go straight to his hair and your thighs begin to close a little around his head, prompting Harry to moan a little and rut his now hard cock against the bed. Even though this was all about you, Harry couldn’t stop himself from getting hard. In fact, he got hard because it was about you. Anything you did had the power to turn him on. He was constantly getting hard because of you. In fact, as he licked into you, Harry was rutting his hips down into the bed to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. All Harry wanted was to be wrapped up in you all the time. Just like now, Harry was eating you like his life depended on it as your thighs were wrapped around his head. While you were in heaven, Harry was in heaven as well. As he continued on, your were absolutely losing it too. His mouth felt absolutely amazing on you. You were already buzzing from the way he practically worshiped your body so now that he was full on eating you, you were incredibly close to letting go. 

“Feels so good!” You moan out to him, feeling a warmth spreading throughout your body. “Think m’gonna cum.” You pant, tightening your grip on him. To push you right over the edge, Harry moves his tongue up from your entrance and just sucks on your buzzing clit. This does the trick perfectly. As you let go, Harry could feel himself getting closer to his own release so he continues to push himself back and forth against the bed. 

Once you’re all done and your body goes limp, Harry leaves a kiss to your clit along with a kiss to each of your thighs, both of your hips, your stomach, and both of your breasts before stopping at your face.

“I love you.” You hum lazily, still recovering from your release. 

“I love you too baby.” Harry hums with a little chuckle, enjoying how tired out you are. “I love you just the way you are. I know it’s hard for you and I’m incredibly sorry for that. But we’ll get through it, right lovie?” 

“Mhm!” You mumble happily. 

“That’s right, and no more excessive workouts. If you wanna do some extra workouts, let me know so that we can have sex instead.” He proposes happily. 

“Can we “work out” some more then?” You breathe out.

“I’d love that. 

Masterlist

[mrsgiovanna]

Between guilt and obsession (Yan! Don Giorno x Fem! Reader)

A nonnie mouse asked how would the unhinged Don act if his s/o was almost killed, and this is how I imagined it. I'm sorry in advance my nonnie, 😅😢♥️💕🐞

TW: mentions of injuries, anxiety, yandere themes, implied death.

Word Count: 1.4k

The atmosphere inside the villa was miserable, devoid of any of the joy you usually colored the place with. Giorno, usually found in his study on days that he spent at home, was nowhere to be found either. The harrowing silence was broken by the sound of metal striking the marble flooring as the young Don emerged from the basement, wiping his bloodied hands on a towel, coloring the plush white cotton material red. There was no joy in his eyes, none of the sparkle that was usually there, the emeralds had been clouded over by moss.

Your eyelids felt weighted down as you attempted to pry them open with much difficulty. You realize that the bed you’re lying on doesn’t feel the same as the one you have grown accustomed to. Finally, able to sit up and take in your surroundings, you realized that you were in the main bedroom of the villa- you were in Giorno’s room. Your rooms had an adjoining door separating them, but you always spent most of your time in your own space. Feeling dizzy as you swung your legs off the bed, the events of the day came screaming back to you, and you were panic stricken once again, the only difference was that Giorno wasn’t there to help you manage your emotions- this time you were alone.

It started off like any other normal day… well as normal as could be in your sheltered little world. You were preparing to go out with Giorno when a knock on your door interrupted you while you put on your mascara. Continuing to primp your lashes, you found it odd when you heard the second knock, as the blond would usually just knock once and let himself in, but this time nobody walked in, prompting you to answer the door upon the third knock. Everything happened so quickly, you didn’t have time to react before the enemy’s arm ran through your body, feeling the searing pain and then nothing at all, your vision clouded over seeing a golden glow envelop your body, you were jolted back to lucidity for a moment when the most intense physical pain overtook your body… and then darkness again, the last sound you heard being Giorno’s guttural scream.

Giorno checked to ensure you were still alive, with his guards already having apprehended the offender who, he decided, would be dealt with by him, personally, later on. For now, his main concern was you and ensuring that you were okay. Being driven halfway to insanity by the large blood splatter in your room, he carried your unconscious body to his room. Gently laying you down on the bed, he waited for you to open your eyes once again, knowing that you were going to be inconsolable by anyone other than himself. Just as he predicted, you were in shock, and it took a lot of gentle coaxing to calm you down while he waited for the effects of the adrenalin to wear off, which resulted in you passing out again, this time, in a deep slumber as opposed to being on the precipice of death.

Having seen you teetering so close to demise under his watch, was a personal insult to his entire sense of being, and unfortunately for you both, something in him shattered. Locking you inside his room and further reinforcing the entrance with vines, he starts walking to the basement to deal with the offender, GER materializing next to him, with a similar expression of rage on their face, ready to dole out a punishment worse than death.

With the threats neutralized and security being amplified yet again, there was no longer any imminent danger… other than the damage done to Giorno’s psyche. When he came to unlock the doors and let you out, his entire demeanor had changed, his voice monotonous, and his displays of affection were robotic, as if he was running on autopilot. He had all your things moved from your room to his without entertaining any arguments, permanently sealing off the room that served as a reminder of his shortcomings.

In the days that followed, Giorno became more and more aloof, it seemed paradoxically, that the closer you were in physical proximity to one another, the further your minds drifted from each other. Even though you were ensnared by him under the most questionable circumstances, you grew to care for him, although you wondered if your yearning was exacerbated by the fact that nobody in the villa interacted with you as freely as they once did, due, in no small part, to Giorno no doubt. Knowing the limits to how much of this you could handle you resolved to speak to the young don about this, staying up so you could catch him just before he got into bed after his shower.

You watched him crack the joints in his neck and shoulders with a sigh before pulling on his sleepwear.

“Gio…” you said in a soft voice, not wanting to startle him.

“Oh… (y/n), I thought you were asleep.” He answered you with his back still facing you, getting the last bit of water out of his hair.

“I couldn’t fall asleep… Gio, talk to me… I know you’re not okay,”

“I’m fine,” his curt response annoyed you, but you pushed on with the conversation.

“You’re lying, I know how you usually are, and this isn’t it. Your entire attitude towards me has changed, it’s like you hate me,” saying that struck a nerve, as he stopped drying his hair to turn around and look at you, unsure of how to reply to something so absurd.

“You can’t even deny it… if you hate me so much, then just let me go. Just get rid of me, anything would be better than existing like some wilting rose in an ornate vase,” you were finally able to place the emotion flashing in his eyes, he was angry… still.

“Get rid of you? I see I’ve been too lenient with you…”

“Stop acting like this… You’re not like this… not with me anyway,”

“Clearly, you’ve forgotten who you’re speaking to…”

“I haven’t, but I’m tired of speaking to Don Giovanna, I want to talk to Gio,”

“He’s gone...” He hated doing this to you, but he needed desperately for you to stop goading him. his mind was a mess, he needed comfort from you, hoping you would get his silent hints.

“Oh? Well then, I wonder if he even existed at all?” the tears pricked at your eyes, but you willed them not to fall, not in the middle of this.

“Stop…” Giorno’s voice came out as a whisper.

“Oh? Possessions aren’t supposed to speak, I’m sorry Don Giovanna,”

“Please, (y/n), stop it…”

“What? You don’t like repeating yourself?”

“Why are you provoking me like this? What do you want from me?” shouted Giorno, fisting the mirror he was looking into, causing his knuckles to bleed.

“I want you to let out your frustration about what happened, let it go and move on, or this is going to kill us both… I hate seeing you like this, knowing that this isn’t really who you are, I hate what you’re becoming, and I hate how I react to you when you’re like this!” your tears unfortunately betrayed you and left shiny streams across your cheeks.

Giorno inched his way towards you, a mixture of guilt and sorrow plaguing his heart. He didn’t want this incident to end up affecting you anymore than it already had but his inability to shake off his guilt combined with the austere instructions given to all his staff managed to create a miserable existence for you. Being blinded by his own rage and flashbacks to all the times he wasn’t able to save his precious allies, turned him into the very thing he swore to protect you from.

“(y/n) … bella, I’m sorry… none of this is your fault, and I could never hate you. I…” you saw the light slowly seep back into his eyes, vibrant emeralds regaining their shine, glossy with pent up emotions.

“Shhh, it will be okay,” you gently grasp his bloodied hand, “Why aren’t you fixing this? It looks painful… I know you have the ability to do so” you propose to him, touching the area of own former injury.

Contemplating whether or not to just leave his hand the way it was to serve as a reminder, the expectant look on your face convinced him otherwise, the softest of smiles blooming on your face when the wounds disappeared. It was then that Giorno realized that as much as he had orchestrated your need for him, perhaps he needed you around even more.

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

50 or 33 with jmart for the smooch prompt list :mimhonk.emoji:

#33 - An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it, and #50 - A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck. POR QUÉ NO LOS DOS!

thank you tem!!! :D I had a lot of fun with this one, and because of that it also got Long As Fuck so bear with me on that. Set in the safehouse also! Hope you enjoy ^_^

It’s been a very, very good day at the safehouse. The Lonely has been quiet, lurking almost entirely out of sight rather than clinging onto the both of them, and Martin’s been relaxed and open, happy in a way Jon hasn’t honestly seen him in months. The Eye has been quiet as well, and even Jon’s pain levels have been down today - no small miracle given the chilly weather - and it feels like a day for new beginnings, a day for truths.

So, “I missed you,” is what tumbles out over dinner, over beans and soup and tea.

Jon hears Martin’s breath catch before he sees it, before he looks up to see the stunned smile that takes over his face. “I missed you too,” he replies softly, and Jon pretends not to hear the crack in his voice where the unused muscle of emotion splits the air.

Jon holds his gaze for an admirable amount of time, but even he wavers. He’s never been a brave man, and he looks down at the table before speaking. “There were spiders, while you were gone,” Jon begins, tracing a finger along the grain of the table. “God, I really should have gotten more in the business of squishing them.”

“Yeah?” Martin offers, encouraging. The anecdote feels clumsy, foolish, but Martin is laying a hand across the table to show his patience, and Jon is grateful.

“I never quite could make myself do it though, I guess I just-” He trails off, starts a new thread of the story. “They always made me think of you, in a way. You always cared so much about all the little things. Always insisted on carrying them out. Dreadful things that still deserved kindness in your eyes.” Like me, he doesn’t add. “I always admired that about you. So I didn’t squish them as much.” He finishes clumsily, glancing up with a flash of his eyes before looking down at the table again to pick at the grain of the wood.

Martin blinks at him. Stares at him in silence for what Jon can only assume is an eternity, until he has to look up and make sure he’s still there. And then Martin stands, tea forgotten, maneuvers himself around the table, and darts in and presses his lips to Jon’s.

It only lasts for a moment - half a heartbeat of a touch - but it’s warm and vulnerable and a bit awkward and it sends Jon’s eyes flying wide open in shock.

Martin pulls back just as quickly as he had dived in, retreating so fast he bumps into the nearby counter, his eyes widening, and the first thing out of his mouth is “Oh, shit.”

Jon can’t blame him, he’s utterly dumbstruck himself. His head feels pleasantly fuzzy, but confusion swims up to trump every other emotion until the only thing he’s able to push out of his lungs is; “I- excuse me?”

Martin blinks, his panic floundering in confusion. “I- sorry, excuse you for what?”

Jon’s brows furrow together as he tries to piece his thoughts together. “You... don’t,” he says like it’s obvious, and then hesitates. “I-I mean, you- you said... you did, but not... so why-” Jon looks hopelessly out of his depth as he gestures, not making sense. “Why did you do that?”

Martin stares, the tips of his ears burning dark red. “I don’t what, Jon?”

Jon curls in on himself, shame bubbling to the surface. What has he gotten wrong? What has he missed? “I-in the Lonely. You said you loved me.”

Martin’s breath hitches at his own words repeated back at him - words he doesn’t even remember saying. The fog had been so intense, so much and yet so pointless all at once, it had been so hard to keep anything straight, to hold down any memory or emotion. He hardly remembers saying those words, but they draw a wobbly smile out of him anyways. He supposes it makes sense that he would say them, though. Not much could cut through the fog, but Jon did. Jon always did. He still does.

“Did I? I didn’t know I had it in me to share.”

Jon shakes his head, now looking frustrated. “But you didn’t.” He insists. “You don’t... that means you don’t anymore.” His expression stalls for a second, before something akin to horror blooms on his face, and he scrambles to his feet to face him. “Martin, if you think- God, if you think you somehow owe me this after all that, let me be abundantly cl-”

“No!! No, no.” Martin cuts in, sensing Jon’s building distress and moving away from the counter to rest a hand on his shoulder. “No,” he repeats, softer. He takes a deep breath and lets himself run his thumb over the fabric of Jon’s sweater. “I don’t think I owe you. Not in that way. Christ, of course not.”

Jon is silent for several long minutes, before his voice begins working again, and he stutters back into a sentence. “O-okay. Okay. Good.” He clears his throat. “Then why-? I-I-I thought-” He gathers up what brain power he has left to sort his thoughts. Something like hope tinges his voice, and Martin marvels at how deeply Jon seems to have resigned himself to this truth, while still being eager to save his life and run away with him all the way to Scotland. Love is a funny thing. When he speaks again, his voice is so, so quiet. “After the Unknowing, I thought I lost my chance. Thought you’d moved on. N-not that I would have blamed you, I just- but you-”

“Jon,” Martin says softly, ducking his head to catch his eyes. “I wasn’t quite myself in the Lonely. I didn’t mean that as an ending.” He breaks his gaze away, looks down at his own hand on Jon’s shoulder. “I was mourning something I thought I’d lost.”

“Oh,” The word escapes Jon’s lungs in a rush; several years worth of longing filling up his chest and squeezing his throat like smoke, making his eyes sting. “Oh, I’m sorry-”

“No, no,” Martin shakes his head. “That’s over now.”

Jon presses a hand to his eyes, breathing, letting everything settle in.

“Well. That certainly makes me feel foolish.”

Martin laughs, a free, wonderful sound that fills the air with electricity and warms Jon down to his bones. He realizes he’s staring at him, watching how his shoulders move with adoration, watching the joy radiate from him with nothing short of beauty. A moment of insane courage passes through Jon, and he moves his hand to cover the one Martin still has resting on his shoulder.

He steps closer. “Do you want this then? The way that I do?” His voice is eager, and he’s afraid to breathe.

Martin’s expression absolutely melts, and he sways closer. He Saw Jon in the Lonely, in all his hopeless lovestruck worry, so he knows what he means. “Yes,” he answers. “More than anything. I don’t-” he makes a pained face, and looks down, prepares himself for the undressing that comes before the acceptance of love. “I don’t know how okay I am. Don’t know how much of me is still me after everything with Lukas and- and well, everything, but...”

“I know what you mean,” Jon assures him, running his thumbs over his knuckles. “I’m not even human anymore.” He exhales, in the tone of a joke fallen flat.

Martin squeezes his shoulder. “Exactly,” he murmurs. “But I still want to try.”

“Martin,” Jon exhales, his voice thick and his eyes wet. “I’m so glad to hear that.”

Martin tugs Jon’s hand from where it’s resting atop his to press a kiss to his knuckles, and Jon laughs, a quiet little sound, and then he’s moving, leaning back into Martin’s space; his face growing blurry as he gets up close and presses their lips together again. He misses the mark just a bit, the kiss landing a little too high on his mouth, but Martin leans up into it, rearranging their positions, and just like that it’s perfect. Not earth-shattering, not magical, just perfect, in the way that only imperfection can be. Martin lets himself sink into it.

It’s gentle, sweet, and it makes Martin’s head buzz with disbelief. He breaks away to breathe, for a moment, just to wrap his head around what’s happening, and then Jon is tugging him back in, more intentionally this time.

Jon kisses very thoroughly, Martin soon learns with amusement. He furrows his brow and crowds himself into Martin’s space, curling his hands in his shirt, and he moves his mouth in time with Martin’s like he has a purpose to follow, like he’s devoting himself to studying him; focusing on each touch with crystal clarity. He has a single-minded doggedness about the whole thing, and Martin eventually relaxes and just lets himself be kissed, following along with gentle touches and barely held-back smiles.

He raises a hand experimentally to run through his hair, and Jon kisses him deeper in response; open mouthed and wanting, tasting what he can, allowing himself to bite his lip gently. That takes the breath straight out of Martin’s lungs, and the bitten-off sound he makes apparently encourages Jon even more, as he breaks away and kisses him down across his jaw, under his chin, and down the side of his throat.

It’s frantic at first, a desperate attempt to map out as much of Martin as he can in the time he has, but the sense of urgency starts to bleed out of him, and he ends up kissing gentler and gentler the longer he lingers, until eventually Jon’s just nuzzling his nose into his skin and wrapping his arms around him for a hug. The sigh that escapes him makes Martin’s heart clench.

“I love you,” he mumbles into Martin’s shoulder, and later the weight of this will settle on their shoulders. Later they will have to sit down and figure this out, this mess of personalities and supernatural entanglement, this terrible future of fear laid out before them, and the path forward they will choose to carve out together. But for now they can sink into this embrace and breathe.

Martin doesn’t say the words back, he’s not quite there yet, but he doesn’t need to. It’s enough, it’s more than enough to just be here, for Martin to press his nose into Jon’s hair, and smile until his face aches from it.

[moxfirefly]

Giving you two options here (obviously, you should know my mind wanders a lot — or surprise option C where you delete my ask entirely, don’t feel pressured to do this — and before we continue THIS UPDATE WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED PERIOD WE CAN NOW COPY AND PASTE ON THE APP)

Either [both A and B with the praise kink] A with Donnie:

9) Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand? and 1) What? Does that feel good? (Like, maybe he masturbates? She walks in, and ands up touching herself to... him touching himself? Or something like that? — loll I just realised it’s having sex while safely social distancing)

(And I don’t think it was on the list, but one way or another dyou think that you could potentially somehow add a strap on in there ... somehow — I know, I’m a kinky bítch — like, maybe mommy says “okay, princeling, fun’s over. You know the rules.” or something? — I’m giving you my own prompts now, Jesus 😂)

Or B [the much simpler, quicker, and more “wiggley” option] with either Donnie, Raph or Mikey: 23) Loser has to give the other a lap dance (he gives the lap dance)

.. I’m starting to think I went overboard, and I’m sorry, i just get excited sometimes, you know?

I’m taking a few liberties because honestly it’s about time I write Don getting pegged so I hope it still vibes with what you want.

So yes everybody, Donnie is getting pegged, I’ve finally done it. I can retire and live out my golden years in peace.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

You liked playing a little game with Donatello.

Often times there was no pattern to how it happened or how it would escalate. The two of you would sit together, talk about everything and nothing, it would slide into more tantalizing talks and then it would be like this.

Sitting opposite one another on swivel chairs. Running off your mouth with things that would make anybody blush.

Messing with Donnie was just too much fun.

You’d watched him snake a hand into his sweats, pulling his already hard member out. He swallowed on the first pumps, hand lazily stroking. You smirked, spreading your legs for him, thankful you’d chosen a short comfortable dress. Donnie’s eyes lingered on the exposed flesh of your thighs, he slid down a bit, long legs spreading for you.

“You ever laugh at how easily little ol’ me gets you like this?” You traced lazy patterns on your thigh, he followed bewitched by your movement. Donnie’s hand stroked his cock, his fist twisting on the upturn, teasing the head. “Be a good boy and answer my question” You crossed your legs, enjoying how his frown at being denied the view.

“Yes, yes I do, love it” He groaned stopping briefly to lick his palm before wrapping it around himself again.

Opting to reward his honesty you slid your own hand into your underwear. “Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand?” You grinned at Donnie’s whine. He nodded, hand picking up speed as he stroked with more vigor. His eyes watched entrapped as you teased yourself, you sighed contently with the sensation spreading all over you. A trickle of pre-cum gushed from the tip, he spread it, the wet sounds of Donnie fucking his fist faster filling the room.

“You rather make a mess all over you lap, mhm?” You asked, all sultry voice and promising eyes. You stood up, opting to step out of your short dress. It was an ego boost seeing how his eyes raked all over you.

But your question had him wondering.

You walked over to him, leaning down towards his lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” You ghosted the question across his lips, Donnie choked a moan, with reluctance he seized his movements and squeezed his cock to quell his need. A slight bashfulness spread across his eyes, you caught his gaze going towards the bed but more specifically for something that lay hidden near it.

“Oh? You want me to fuck you like that? Your smile spread before you turned towards the section where his bed was, you looked behind a few things and pulled out a box. Donnie swallowed, excitement flourishing in his stomach.

He watched as you took out a harness of sorts, a bottle of lube and a clear colored dildo.

Oh boy.

Donnie had been in the mood for it for a while now. He often didn’t have the nerve to ask for it as much he wanted it but he was thankful you could read him pretty well. Some nights just required to be taken like this.

“Come here,” You called him over and he did as told, discarding his sweats with a slight kick. You acomadated a few pillows and told him to lay across the bed propped on them. It was a more comfortable angle for this, Donnie was all legs and that was a favorite feature of his but also made things tricky for your smaller stature. He laid himself where you ordered, legs bent and spread for you.

“Now while I finish setting up, be a good boy and get yourself ready for me” You handed him the bottle of lube. Watching him spreading a generous amount over his entrance never seizing to send a spike of heat through you, the way he circled it before gently pushing a digit in. What a display you had as you stepped into the strap on, Donnie finger fucking humself slowly with his eyes fluttering closed. You grabbed the dildo, a modest size so as to not hurt him, and attached it to the metal ring on the strap.

Once everything was secured and it place, pulled tight you in between his legs. Hands on his knees you tutted tapping on his knees. “Now now, if you rather just keep at it with your finger...” Donnie shook his head, slowly retreating the digit and handing you the lube, your raised a brow. “Right, right” Heat flushed his neck as he sat up briefly and squirted a decent amount onto the dildo. Just as you loved watching him get ready, you absolutely loved when he got you ready for this.

He fisted the silicone expertly, making sure it was covered from base to tip. You caught his lips with your own before he laid back down, kissing him sensually.

“Remember the rules?” You asked, your voice much sweeter and less cocky. “Red means stop, yellow slow down and green is go” He nodded shyly, but this excitement was palpable in his eyes as he laid against the propped pillows. You got on your knees at the edge of the bed , hands slidding over his spread thighs, carefully you gripped the dildo and found his hole. Slow and steady you pushed into him, the hiss that left him making you bite your lip.

Doing this was by far one of the most thrilling and power trip induced things ever. Donnie’s responses to it never stopped turning you on. You were half way inside of him, watching his cock twitch in need. Fully sheathed in him you thrusted slowly to get a good rhythm going, each movement making him groan. Your hands rested on his waist, not like you could grip him like he could you, but you kept your hands firmly there pushing him down and keeping him in place. His thighs squeezed against your own, eyes fluttering shut as you moved within him.

“What? Does that feel good?” Your ego was already reaching new heights by now, having Donnie at your mercy, trying to meet you thrust for thrust as you sped up, one of your hands when under his thigh. “Feel so good, please-oh” Donnie’s moans hitched slightly when you changed angles, clearly hitting the spot he wanted so desperately to be hit. You leaned over him, propped up on your hands as you hips moved harder.

Each thrust seemed to be enough to have the leather material rub against your clit. You chewed on your bottom lip, settling on your forearms for easier quicker movements. Donnie raised his hips more, one foot on the ceiling above (good thing that bed of his is a literal cubby) his hands found your back and he dug his nails.

You moaned against his collar, the lip of his plastron cold against your cheek. “God- fuck!” The close proximity of your stomach was causing friction against his aching leaking cock. “Har-der!” He chocked out, his hands slid to your rear and he gripped the flesh. You had to oblige, getting Donnie riled like this, having him gasping out pleas and moaning out his desires.

Sweat covered your body as you moved against him, muscles tense and trembling. By the sounds he was making he was approaching his release, he snuck a hand between your bodies but gripped his forearm and pinned it down. “No no no” You breathed out with a low moan. “You’re cumin without touching yourself or you’re not cumin at all” Donnie whined at your threat, pinned hand in a fist as he moved against you. Those pretty brown eyes of his fluttered open, he always did look beautiful without his glasses and mask.

“Please, mommy” He mouthed at you and god you felt it buzz in your veins. Donnie’s debautched features giving you another surge of stamina.

You leaned back placing his knee on your shoulder, you wrapped your arms around the muscled limb and held onto it as you thrusted fast. Donnie moaned, loud, feeling the dildo hit his sweet spot over and over. “Fu-I’m! Y/n!” You saw his cock twitch, cum shooting in thick spurts across his plastron. The image, sounds and friction enough to make you slip off the edge yourself. You held onto his leg, mouth against his calf you moaned as your orgasm hit.

Your hips slowed, each movement making Donnie shudder. “Wow, that never stops feeling insane” He spoke, chest still heaving. You chuckled equally spent and trying to ease your rapid heart. He lifted his leg off your shoulder and you took the moment to roll the join until several pops were heard. “You know if you like it so much you can just ask me to do it more often” A tired smile on your face, Donnie nodded looking for anything to clean himself up with.

Naturally you decided to give him one last shiver of excitement. Leaning down you licked up the mess on his body, enjoying the little strangled noise he made. Slowly and carefully you pulled out of him and rolled over next to him with a pleased sigh.

“You um... you came, huh?” He asked somewhat teasing, he smiled when you nudged him with your elbow. “Look it just happens, especially with the show you put on” It was his turn to nudge you while shaking his head.

Donnie turned on his side, arm draped over your stomach and face nuzzling your breast. You caressed him, in a bit you could take off the strap on, for now you wanted to cuddle him until sleep became too strong.

[solarwonux]

An Unforgettable Dinner - Valentine’s Day Drabble #3

soft!dom mingyu x f!reader x soft!dom chan 

w.c: 2.0k

warnings: LOTS of teasing, toys (vibrator), public sex (kind off just squint everyone), humiliation, Mingyu is a little shit, orgasm denial, poly relationshi, daddy kink if you like squint, slight degradation, (very minimal editing)

note: this was a prompt from my drabble game, but I enjoyed it too much that I thought why not add it to this mini series lol. Enjoy and please please let me know your thoughts. 

also i will be answering asks tonight hehehe and everyone else that left me lovely comments on my feedback rant lol

masterlist || drabble game

“You should wear that more often.”

You jumped upon hearing the smoky lip of your boyfriend's voice. Quickly, you placed the glass of champagne onto the kitchen counter before scurrying and wrapping the sheer robe around yourself tightly. Failing to cover the baby pink lingerie set you adorned. 

He wasn’t supposed to be home yet. 

They weren’t supposed to be home yet, because if Mingyu was home that only meant that Chan was home too. 

“W-What are you guys doing here?” You turned around, setting your elbow down onto the counter awkwardly. The loud drone of the old Jazz record you had playing, didn’t do much to cover your embarrassment and the loud beating of your heart as you looked at both Mingyu and Chan’s smug expression. 

“This is our house too baby.” Chan spoke before pushing himself off the wall. He walked past you dropping his bag onto one of the kitchen chairs, your eyes following his movements closely as he walked to the record player and turned it off. “Valentine’s Day and our anniversary isn’t for another week, what’s the special occasion?” He put the record needle back onto its respective spot and took off the record carefully, looking around for the sleeve before spotting it haphazardly thrown on the couch. With a tisking sound, a shake of his head and a quick glance at Mingyu then you, he walked towards it.

“I’m willing to overlook the mal-treatment of my records if you answer Chan’s question...and honestly.” Mingyu’s voice grabbed your attention once again, this time obviously annoyed. 

Mingyu’s records were his prized possession, sometimes treating them like they were his second skin or his first offspring. He never forbade you or Chan from using them as long as you abided by his rules and more often than not you would forget, Chan always covering up for you so you wouldn’t have to listen to another version of the same lecture Mingyu always gave. 

“Um...no special occasion I just wanted to try on the set I bought last week for our anniversary night.” You mumbled playing with the feathered sleeves of your sheer robe. It was true, your plan had been fool proof until it wasn’t. You were only going to wear it for a few minutes, take some polaroids to leave hidden around the house for them to find and take it off before they came home. Though, you had gotten ahead of yourself the second you saw how beautiful it looked on your body. How it made your insecurities fade away slowly. In celebration for the new found confidence you didn’t want to stray away from yet. You had opened a bottle of champagne and put on your favorite record as you lingered around the living room with a giddy nature that only a child on Christmas morning would have. 

“It’s a shame we were spoiled, now this is all I’m going to think about for the entirety of next week.” Chan said as he walked back to the shelves that kept your books and Mingyu’s record collection. He held it by the denting corners of the sleeve twirling it mindlessly as he went over the abc’s in his mind, before finding its rightful spot between L and N and slipping it back in. 

You chewed on your bottom lip as you felt the tension grow in between the three points of the living room where the three of you were standing in. Chan was now leaning against the bookshelf, arms crossed chewing on his bottom lip, while Mingyu still hadn’t moved from his spot by the front door with you trapped in between them now, holding onto one of the kitchen chairs, keeping your balance. Their looks were almost predatory and it made the skin of your arms rise as well as the desire between your legs. 

There was no way you would survive this night untouched. 

“Why don’t we get a preview, it would be waste to at least not see something you’ve planned for us.” Mingyu nodded, Chan making a sound that can only be categorized as one of approval. Though, you felt weak in the knees ready to drop for them. The confidence you found yourself ensuing when wearing this particular innocent looking set, overcame your senses. 

“Buy me dinner and I’ll think about it.” 

“What’s wrong baby, you wanted dinner didn’t you?” 

You gripped Chan’s forearm like a vice, and bit your lip hard trying to subside the moans that were threatening to spill out. 

Your confidence had depleted to nothing when they both agreed and told you that they would wait in the car for you as you finished getting dressed. On the way towards the hole in the wall restaurant the three of you often visited. One of Mingyu’s hands was gripping the steering wheel hard, while the other found its way inside of your leggings, teasing your slit over your panties. 

“She’s wet enough love.” Mingyu spoke, sending Chan a knowing look through the rearview mirror in which you caught. It only made you wonder if they had had this entire night planned out and your suspicions only grew when Chan had fished out a tiny hot pink vibrator before handing it over to you. 

“Put it inside of you baby.” Chan smirked at you through the rearview mirror before planting a sloppy wet kiss against your cheek. At first you declined, called the two of them insane for suggesting such a thing, let alone in public. But then the thought of them teasing you in public became more appealing and arousing to you, that silently you obliged to their commands. Which is how you found yourself at a loss for words and appetite and on the brink of yet another orgasm, digging your nails into Chan’s bicep as they both ate happily, chatting up a storm. 

“This isn’t fair.” You breathed out, the vibrations dying down to almost nothing, enough for you to breathe. You weren’t sure which of them was controlling the vibrator as they never faltered in giving themselves away. 

“Babe if you don’t eat, your food will get cold.” Chan pointed out, placing his hand over yours and kissing your nose lightly. Your garlic noodles had become an afterthought even before you had ordered them, your mind was focused on the pusing vibrator against your clit and how desperately you needed to orgasm. 

“F-Fuck the food Chan, please let me cum.” You whisper yelled, looking between both of your boyfriends and silently begging them. Whether it was a mistake or not you didn’t care, at least not until the vibrations started up again, this time faster than before. You let out a squeak hiding your pleasure stricken face in Chan’s arm, earning a chuckle from both men. 

“Not until you eat all of your dinner, it’s what you wanted baby.” Mingyu said before reaching over and grabbing your head gently in his palms making you look at him. “You act like a brat, you get treated like one.” He whispered before placing a soft kiss against your swollen lips. Before you could respond he pulled back and sat back down, crossing his arms in front of him a smirk adorning his perfect features. “Now eat baby, eat and we’ll fuck you until you start seeing stars.” The vibrations died down again and finally you realized that one that was in control of your torture was the man sitting next to you. 

“C-Chan, fuck, please just let me cum. I’ll be good, I’ll let the two of you fuck my mouth and my pussy but please I-I need to cum.” You begged and left peppering kisses against his neck. It was a good thing that the waiter had sat the three of you down in a booth, otherwise you wouldn’t have been openly expressing how desperate you were. 

He shuddered and pushed you away before taking a bite out of his steak, ignoring you completely. You could tell that by the way his body had tensed up and how the vibrator moved inside of you at an overwhelming speed, he was close to giving in. If it wasn’t for Mingyu’s warning glare he would’ve given you all the orgasms you wanted, regardless of being in public or not. 

“If you let her, you’ll be joining her.” Mingyu warned. It wasn’t often that Mingyu took over the dominant role in your relationship. Despite him being the one that looked more intimidating he was often underneath you or Chan when it came to the bedroom. Though, there were some days, like today in which his own mouth betrayed him as he spewed the dirtiest things for only you and Chan to hear. 

You pushed your plate of food away and leaned your forehead against the table. The tears had started to pool up in the corner of your eyes as you tried to hold yourself back from your release. And when the vibrations stopped once again you let some of them go along with a sigh of relief. You sat back, whipping your eyes with the back of your hand and crossed your arms in front of you. Mingyu chewed happily on the piece of chicken he had in his mouth, as he looked at your fucked out state. He would be lying to himself if he said that he wasn’t itching to risk getting fined if it meant that he could bend you over the table and fuck you. But his self control was far greater than anything on this planet. He had proved it to both you and Chan whenever the two of you would edge him on for hours. 

“C-Chan, baby, just let cum please.” You looked over at him, your eyes blotchy, looking so fucked out, wishing that he was home instead of the stupid restaurant. He wasn’t even enjoying his food anymore. 

You leaned over and placed a soft kiss against the back of his ear, where his sweet spot was and you saw him grip the handle of his knife hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. “I-I feel so good, don’t you want to feel good with me.” You kissed down his neck and ran your hand over his clothed cock. He was so hard that you let yourself moan loud enough for your two boyfriends to hear, but low enough for it to be drowned out by the loud music that was playing. 

“Fuck, you just want everyone to see how cock hungry you are, isn’t that right baby?” Mingyu tilted his head, his hands holding onto the table to keep himself from touching himself. In truth you and Chan were his weaknesses and more often than not the two of you used that knowledge to your advantage. 

“Yes, I want them to know how much I love being full of cock and cum.” You moaned, your grip on Chan’s cock faltering when the vibrator started up again. It overwhelmed your senses, as you felt your orgasm approach even faster than before. 

“Then cum for us.” Chan whispered in your ear. He had kept his hands away from you the entire time he was controlling the device inside of you, but now he had placed a hand on the inside of your thigh, massaging it gently as he whispered dirty praises in your ear. All while eyeing your boyfriend from across the table. 

Before you knew it, you felt yourself release, falling forward, your forehead hitting the table gently as it traveled through you faster than the speed of light. Mingyu let out a very telling low groan, while Chan’s hand rubbed your back gently. The vibrations against the walls of your pussy came to a complete stop as they fluttered around the hot pink device. 

“Good job baby, you did so good for us and look no one even noticed.” Chan said teasingly before sitting the two of you back, your head against his shoulder as he caressed your arm gently, calming you down. 

“That was so fucking sexy, f-fuck. We need to leave now.” Mingyu rushed out raising his hand up to call over the waiter. 

“No, like you said we need to finish your food first, so be a good boy for me love and put your hand down. We have a long night ahead of us and the two of you need all the energy you can get.” Chan said, before shoving another piece of his steak into his mouth. You knew him being quiet and letting Mingyu take control was just for show. You watched as Mingyu’s overly dominant confidence left his body slowly as he obeyed and lowered his hand, swallowing slowly. 

“Daddy can we punish him?” You smirked and looked up at Chan, resting your chin against his shoulder. You saw a menacing smile appear on his face, indicating that he was more than a fan of the idea of having Mingyu at both of your mercy’s. 

“Of course baby girl.”

[animeyanderelover]

Yandere juuzou and promp 101 plz

Juuzou! This psycho!

Warnings: Yandere themes, creepy behavior, threatening, blood, killing

Prompt 101: “These people are stupid! Can’t they see that you’re mine?!”

A monster was standing right in front of you. A stitched up monster, his Quinke in his hand, the blood on it dripping slowly down, forming a small puddle of the red liquid that made you dizzy. But that was only a small drop of blood. The true tragedy was laying only a few meters away from you, mercilessly being slaughtered and cut in pieces that not even her resistance to injuries would have helped them. And you poor citizen had to witness all of this. Juuzou had told you to run away so you wouldn’t have to see all of this, but you had just been completely frozen in fear. You weren’t the most courageous person, Juuzou often calling you his sweet little doll. You were as beautiful as one, he often told you that. But sadly he also insisted that you were just too fragile for your own good. And you couldn’t completely disagree with him. You had always been rather shy and timid, someone others would call ridiculously kind. You had never once liked the process of ghouls killing humans and humans killing ghouls, a cycle that never seemed to end. And that was what had caused Juuzou to become so addicted to you. You still remembered how you had one day just bumped into him. At that time you had thought that it was just one meeting, not more. But you had been so wrong. Because that one meeting, that one talk you had with him afterwards was all he had needed to become obsessed.

To some degree you almost understood why he loved you so much. Juuzou was insane, no one could tell you otherwise. And that’s why he was probably so hooked up with you. Given his past your innocence and kindness was probably the last thing that kept him from snapping completely. It had been roughly two months since he had started squeezing himself in your life, following you everywhere he could and always suffocating you in affection. You had no memory that he had ever asked you to be in a relationship with him, but when you had tried to talk with him about it, he had just given you a closed-eyed smile. Since that day you’re unofficial relationship with Juuzou Suzuya has started and life with him was rather interesting. You had really tried to tell him that you didn’t want this and that you had never agreed, but Juuzou had always ignored your words and instead showered you in kisses. He obviously didn’t want you to talk about this and at one point you had stopped talking about it, realizing that it was useless to protest against someone who didn’t want to listen. He had at one time introduced you to the people from the CCG and all of them had welcomed you very warmly, a few of them even giving you their admiration for being able to deal with Juuzou like this. It looked like Juuzou hadn’t really been able to stop talking about you in the CCG, many people often finding him with a wide grin on his face and staring dreamingly in the empty space. And once someone asked him what had happened, he would start gushing over how much he wanted to feel your soft lips right now or how much he wanted to just touch you and hug you, see your cute flustered face.

You were probably a bit more gullible, but you weren’t completely dumb. You knew that Juuzou would never hurt you. You were his innocent and sweet doll. But he was also more than ready to slaughter someone if they wanted to harm you. And that’s what he had just done. You really tried your hardest to not throw up, you had closed your eyes and you had pressed your hands over your eyes in a pathetic attempt to block all the noises. But that attempt had been fruitless. Those screams of agony and pain would haunt you for sure in your dreams. They had tried to eat you, you couldn’t say anything against that. But still, nobody deserved such a death. But Juuzou liked playing, he had fun killing ghouls. And you didn’t know how to feel about this. It was a life which he had just ended. And he hadn’t shown even a small sign of regret, a disrespectful sign against the dead woman. He hadn’t even taken it seriously, just toying with her. And if someone was smart, they would understand how insulting this really was, to not take an opponent who fights for their life serious and just play with them until they’ve lost their fun with them. But that was Juuzou, that was how he worked. He was just a bit too messed up to fully grasp the concept of how devastating it was to end a life just like this, no matter who or what the person was. And when it came to you, Juuzou was even more shameless.

“These people are stupid! Can’t they see that you’re mine?!” He sounded almost a bit upset, but you weren’t really sure if that was really the case or not. You only knew that you were shaking like a leaf, your knees feeling like they were made out of jelly. You needed to get out of here! You needed to move! But you couldn’t! You were stuck in this hunched position, eyes tightly squeezed and hands still pressed over your ears. Tears had started dropping down your face, falling silently on the ground. You desperately wanted to block the outside world out, wanted to erase what you had just witnessed and heard. You had never seen Juuzou killing before, people having told you that a soul like you shouldn’t see something like this in the first place. And now you knew why. How the heck were you supposed to keep up with Juuzou, to continue playing along after seeing this. But it wasn’t only the way he had killed the ghoul. No, it was also the way he had acted so carelessly with his own life. He could have died in this situation. No matter how good an investigator was, they should always fear a bit for their life. But you had the impression that Juuzou never really cared that much for his life. And it bothered you a lot. Why? Because even though he had forced you into all of this, you had formed a liking towards him. It wasn’t love, but it was enough for you to care for him and be worried about him.

You snapped out of it when you suddenly felt a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles up and down your back. And when you slowly looked up, you saw Juuzou giving you this grin he always gave you when something happened to you that had shaken you up. “Sorry that you had to see this. But you shouldn’t walk completely alone through such an alley. It’s not safe. If I wouldn’t have followed you, you might have gotten killed. And you can’t let yourself get killed. I would be very sad if you would leave and would hunt whoever killed you down.” You blinked, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision. You didn’t know what to feel. You were able to gladly ignore the comment of him following you, he had done it way too often for you to be surprised. His way of telling you not to die was rather peculiar, but what wasn’t about him? You had gotten used to that a long time ago as well. You didn’t know what to feel. You didn’t know whether to feel sad, relieved, angry or something else. You didn’t know...But you never got the full time to sort your feelings out, feeling Juuzou grabbing your hand and tugging you quickly away, his Quinke being back into his briefcase. “It’s not safe in here, (y/n). Let’s get out of here before she gets company.” You didn’t resist him or tried to pull your hand away from his, instead clutching it tightly in an attempt to get some sort from comfort from this. You couldn’t help, but feel like this was all your fault. That young woman had died because you had wanted to take the short way home. What if she had a family? Friends? A lover? Persons who were waiting for her right now, not knowing that she would never come home. Did that make you a murder as well?

“(y/n). It’s not your fault. She died because I killed her. You did nothing wrong.” You flinched when you heard him saying that. How did he know what you were thinking?! “J-Juuzou, how did you...?” He turned a bit around to look at you. “The way you grab my hand and walk hunched over. You always do that when you feel sad. It’s not your fault angel.” For someone who looked like he wouldn’t pay much attention to anything you admitted that when it came to you, Juuzou was scarily observing. From the way you wanted to avoid eye contact with someone when you felt down to how you always played with your fingers or the fabric of your shirt when you were nervous, Juuzou picked it always up. Every small habit of yours was for him by far the most endearing thing he had ever seen. You were just so innocent that it was almost mind blowing from him. There just seemed to be some sort of light around you as if your innocence was radiating off your body. And he wanted to protect that innocence, wanted to protect you. You were his lovely angel that he wanted to cherish and love. And no one would even dare to hurt you. You wouldn’t get eaten by a ghoul because he would kill everyone who dared to try and you also wouldn’t get harassed or taken away by another person because he would make sure that everyone stays away from you.

“Don’t feel guilty for it, okay? I don’t like it when you’re upset.” By now you had successfully left the alley behind you, standing on the sidewalk. Juuzou had by now faced you completely, grabbing both of your hands in his and leaning closer to you. “I also don’t like it when you look so sad or cry. I always feel disappointed in myself when you do that. But I think I know what might make you feel better.” “Huh?”, you managed to mumble out before you felt blood rushing to your face and your heart exploding. Of course he had to do this now, of course he thought that this might help you. On the other hand he had for sure also done it because he just really liked kissing you. You could feel the stitches on his lips which were tightly pressed against you. For some bystanders it might have looked quite romantic. Two young people holding hands and kissing each other. And whilst this wasn’t the first time he had done this, it never failed to make you flustered. When he pulled away, you were with your flushed face you must have looked quite cute in his opinion. “You taste so sweet! Just like sugar! I could kiss you all day!”

[speechlessxx]

look at this godforsaken mess that you made me.

[Chris Evans x Reader]

Summary: After one night of truth, it became difficult to hide the emotions behind this illicit affair.

Warnings: implied age gap, angsty, actress!reader,(poorly written) smut but in flashbacks LOL

Word Count: ~ 3k 

sorry this was lowkey ass. i wrote this in the hospital. 

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Laughter and chatter were almost as loud as whatever top 40 pop song was blaring throughout the speakers. You used to enjoy these get togethers, but this time was different. You dreaded it.

If it had been your choice, you would’ve immediately packed up and flew back to your hometown, but the heavy storm brewing in the skies cancelled all flights out of the city. You were stuck with your co-stars – the makeshift Marvel family that welcomed you with open arms. Though you loved them dearly, six months had been a long time. You longed for a break and you deserved it all the same. But truthfully, you craved the escape more.

You were among the youngest members of the cast – at the prime partying age, according to Mackie at least. Everyone found your eagerness to leave and sudden standoffish behavior completely uncharacteristic, but you always dismissed the accusation.

No one needed to know the truth.

You stared blankly at the wall, a glass of water in your hand as you fought to ignore the eyes that burned through the back of your skull. Looking up would be a mistake, but you were always good at making those.

Your fingernails dug into his shoulders. His muscles defined due to his preparation for the movie. You gasped when his teeth nipped at the delicate skin of your neck, legs locking around his waist as if to pull him closer.

His thrusts were slow and deep as you moaned. The sound echoed throughout the hotel room, making him tsk. A soft chuckle escaped him before his lips ghosted over yours. “Can’t let anyone hear, baby,” he whispered, and you whimpered in response. His voice was deep and husky – a consequence of the early morning. He groaned when he felt you clench around him. “You gonna cum?”

You nodded, too breathless to muster a coherent response. His thrusts became sharper, faster as he tried to push you over the edge. He unhooked your legs from his weight and pushed them over his shoulders before one hand wrapped around your neck, applying pressure slightly.

The loss of blood to your brain paired with the new angle for deeper thrusts had you writhing beneath him, eyes rolling back. His lips found your again, capturing your moans. “Cum for me, baby,” he said into the kiss.

You threw your head back deeper into the bed as you felt the knot in your stomach snap.

“Chris! Chris!”

You took a long sip of water as you tried to shake the memory from your head. You suddenly felt hot – uncomfortable, even.

It had been a routine for you. Encounters that dated back over a year. It had started on a set of another movie, one that was apart from the Marvel franchise. You were new to the industry – the film had been your debut role that launched your career. It had been Chris that put in a good word for you with Marvel’s higher ups, landing you on the roster for an upcoming movie.

Though, now, you wondered if it had been a ploy to keep you in his circle.

You pulled at your shirt, shifting on the couch as you tried to listen to whatever crazy story Anthony babbled on about.

“No champagne?” Lizzie asked you, offering you the bottle. You smiled and politely declined. She eyed you and your water warily as she poured herself some.

“No, (Y/N)’s a beer girl!” Tom piped up, raising his bottle to you as if beckoning you to take a sip. Again, you declined.

“What’s got you suddenly sobering up?” Anthony chuckled. You shrugged. “Oh, c’mon,” he dramatically scoffed. “None of us have a call time at 6 a.m. You’re allowed to get drunk tonight, (Y/N).”

You laughed and shook your head. “I’m just not up for it. I guess.” What you meant to say was I don’t want to get drunk and sleep with Chris again.

Your shoulders suddenly tensed when the couch dipped and a familiar aroma swarmed you.

“Chris! Chris!” You chanted his name as you came around him.

His thrusts were relentless as he rode you through your high, desperate to reach his. “Feel so good, baby,” he huskily said. “So tight, so wet.” He pulled his hand from your throat, the blood suddenly rushing back to you, and moved it to rub tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He groaned into you as your pussy quivered around him, shaking your head. “No,” you weakly whimpered. “I can’t – I can’t – “

“Yeah, you can,” he encouraged, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours. His deep blue eyes stared deeply into yours and all you could feel in that moment was just him. “One more, baby… Gimme one more.” Your fingers combed through his hair as you nodded. “Cum with me, baby, c’mon.”

Your breath hitched as your anxiety quickly rose, but you hid it behind a tight smile. Perhaps you were a better actress that you gave yourself credit for because everyone seemed to buy that grin.

“Hey,” your jaw clenched when you heard his voice. It was hushed as if he were afraid someone would catch him talking to you.

Throughout the last month of filming – after your falling out – it had been easy to avoid him. Most of your screen time was shared with Elizabeth or Tom – the three of you being hailed by fans as the “new generation” for Marvel. Even before you abruptly cut him off, you barely saw him on set. Your time together was only limited to midnight rendezvous, closed doors, and twisted sheets.

You let out a shaky breath. “Hi.” You said, keeping your eyes on the rip of your glass, refusing to meet his.

Chris stared at the side of your face. He noticed your clenched jaw and tensed shoulders. The way you avoided looking at him broke his heart into a million pieces. He bit his lip before tearing his eyes away from you, focusing on the pieces of lint that gathered on the material of his pants.

You watched from the corner of your eyes as he picked at them. It was a telltale sign that he was anxious – or bored. Although you prided yourself with the idea that you knew him better than most people did, you still could never tell with him. He was a collection of empty promises, half true lies, and mixed signals.

You should’ve gotten up. Maybe you could’ve excused yourself from your little circle and insert yourself into a conversation with Robert and Scarlet. Would it have been suspicious if you did? Perhaps you could’ve just called it a night, say your goodbyes, and rush off to your hotel – back to the very room where he broke your heart.

“Cum with me, baby, c’mon.”

It was as if your body was attuned to his words and demands. Because just like that, you were a wreck beneath him, gushing and milking him for all he’s worth. He grunted as his thrusts became sloppier until he pushed in as deep as he could and that familiar warmth spread through you.

He was breathing heavily as were you. He pressed a kiss to your temple before gently pulling out. You winced at the sudden emptiness, feeling his cum drip from your hot core. “You did so good,” he praised as he slumped beside you on the bed. Two thick arms wrapping around your spent body, pulling you into him. He left a trail of kisses all over your skin. “Always such a good girl.”

In your hazy, post multiple orgasms mind, you said three words that changed everything.

“I love you.”

But you couldn’t move. You were frozen on that couch, fighting off the tears and the somber memories.

In your blossoming career, your repertoire consisted of two major movies – your debut movie and the Marvel one that wrapped this very day. Both of which had you starring alongside Chris.

You two became insanely close to one another. He could read you like an open book as you did him though sometimes, he threw you off.

“We just get each other,” is what he would say when prompted to speak out about your chemistry. “We’re like two long lost best friends.” Many attributed the closeness to a kinship of sorts – some even saying that you were like the Tom Holland to his Robert Downey Jr; some speculated a relationship. Little did anyone know that this “kinship” brewed from something else entirely.

He knew everything there is to know about you. Your ticks, your pet peeves, the way you tasted and squirmed. He knew from the way your were trembling and the way you gripped your glass that you were fighting the urge to cry.

And he hated knowing he was the reason for your tears.

“I love you.” The words that escaped your lips was barely above a whisper. If Chris had let out a deep breath the very moment you said it, he might’ve even missed it.

But he didn’t.

He heard all three words.

“What?” He unwrapped his arms around you, startled by the confession. You flushed in realization.

“I – I didn’t – “

“You love me?” He scoffed. Your faint smile immediately fell as you shuffled in the bed to stare at him. His eyes were wide in bewilderment – disbelief, even. “You … You can’t love me.”

“Just forget about it, okay?” You begged, not wanting to ruin a good thing. Despite your feelings, you didn’t want them to push him away. You were willing to swallow your pride and love for him if it meant that he wouldn’t shut you out.

Chris shook his head at you, frantically jumping out of the bed. You watched vulnerably with tears brimming in your eyes as he quickly got dressed. “Chris – “

“No.” He shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he pulled on his sweatpants. “Y-you… you can’t love me.”

“Okay, then I won’t!” You urged. “I didn’t mean it.”

He stood at the side of the bed, staring at you, seeing through the lies. He watched your guard fall as you watched his walls go up. He shook his head as he reached for his shirt.

“Chris – no, please,” you begged, pulling the covers to your chest as you tried to stop him from leaving. “I didn’t mea – “

“You meant it.” His tone was hard to decipher. You weren’t sure if he was angry with you or if he was confused. It was just flat. Before you could argue, he pulled his arm from your hands, hastily walking towards the door.

“Do you not want me to?” You asked him, freezing him in his place. His hand ghosted over the cold doorknob as his mind searched for a response. “Or do you not feel the same?” Your voice broke as did his heart.

He didn’t bother to spare you a second glance. “I don’t feel the same.” He said, curtly – emotionlessly – as he turned the knob and left you alone and in tears.

“(Y/N) – “he began but immediately cut himself off when he saw the single tear that rolled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand while he fought the urge to lean over and wipe it himself.

“Uh, I gotta go,” you said immediately after, quickly saying your farewells to your friends.

Chris bit the inside of his cheek as he and everyone else watched you abruptly leave, the door swinging closed behind you. Anthony had whistled, joking that someone was in a mood which Tom replied that you were probably just tired.

But Chris knew better.

-=+=-

It was late into the night when he heard the soft knocks. If he had been asleep, he wouldn’t have heard them. But just like you, his anxiety kept him up all hours of the night.

“Hey.” You shifted beneath his stare, keeping your eyes trained on your shoes.

“Hi.” He greeted in disbelief.

You stood in the hotel hall in awkward silence, trying to find the right words to say. Breathe. You reminded yourself. Just breathe. You found the courage, swallowing your pride, to lift your chin up and meet his gaze for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

It was awkward – to say the least. You always found that his room was much roomier than yours. It felt as if your room was a studio apartment while his was half of a penthouse – complete with a dining table and a full kitchen.

You fumbled with the sleeves of your cardigan as he asked if you wanted anything to drink. You politely declined – you wanted a clear head and an empty bladder for this long-awaited conversation.

You found it strange that he sat down in the seat adjacent from yours. He could’ve sat in the seat across from you – it would’ve made this interaction a whole lot easier.

He stared at you curiously as he wondered why you were here. Your constant avoidance led him to believe that you wanted nothing to do with him – and he didn’t blame you. He didn’t exactly handle that situation very well. Maybe you were here to end if officially?

“I just have to know,” you sighed out, looking up at him as he angled his entire body towards you. You scratched the back of your neck before continuing to fumble with the fabric of your sleeve. “Why?”

“Why what?”

You sucked your teeth before your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip. You took a deep breath. “Why don’t you love me?” His brows rose in consideration as he tried to come up with a logical answer.

Why didn’t he want you to love him?

Truthfully, Chris wanted you to. He gravitated towards you like the planets to the sun. You brought a warmth into his life – a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time… and it scared him.

He was no stranger to heartbreak – 39 years on this Earth. He’s had his fair share of it. And despite longing for a true, good love with a promising future, he was still so afraid of the possibility of getting his heart broken again. But he hated knowing that he broke yours.

He didn’t think he deserved you and only limited himself to the stolen kisses behind closed doors. It was his breakable heaven – and in the moment it got too real, he did the only thing he knew how to: leave.

But he couldn’t find the words. He stared at you dumbfoundedly, silently admiring your courageousness. For someone so young, he didn’t expect the cliché of showing up to his hotel – though he contemplated showing up to yours – and prompting this much needed conversation. But he knew your goal was very clear to you – it was either closure or a new beginning.

You rolled your eyes, exhausted. “Because… I don’t know. Maybe I’m crazy or naïve, but the way – the way you are with me? It’s not casual. It’s not a one-time thing. And maybe I’m reading too deeply into it, but I – I …” You trailed off. I hoped it was more. I hoped it was real.

“I love you,” Chris muttered. Your eyes widened with shock at the brashness.

“Chris – “you shook your head. You were tired of this long cycle – this vicious game of tug of war that pulled at your heartstrings until they snapped.

“I’m serious.” He said, looking directly into your eyes. He saw the doubt, the sudden indecisiveness that washed over your features. He saw you try to reel back into yourself, subtly scooting away from him to create distance. He saw the walls build back up as his fell for the first time in forever. “I was afraid of what it meant when you said it…” He admitted as he reached over to hold your hands in his. “It just made everything so – so real for me and honestly, (Y/N)? It scared me so much.”

“But you just left me there – “

“And I regret that.” Chris interjected, shaking his head as he pulled your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I regret it so much. If I could turn back time and stay, I would. In the month of you icing me out, it just… I couldn’t live like that. The world never felt colder when you weren’t by my side. But I, truthfully, honestly do love you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to admit it to myself – to admit it to you… But I love you, (Y/N).”

You shook your head, doubting him. Was this another scheme of his? Was he just trying to get you back into his bed by feeding you more lies – by telling you what you wanted to hear?

“Please, believe me,” he begged. His voice had quaked, breaking ever so slightly. “I’m in love with you.”

“Chris – “he couldn’t register the tone. It was flat, not leaning towards angry, or heartfelt, or confused. Just flat.

But then he saw the tears roll down your cheeks and he instinctively cupped your cheeks to brush them away with his thumbs.

You were torn. Despite hearing the very words you wanted to hear a month ago, you weren’t sure how to feel. Of course, you still loved him. His was the very name that your heart called out for as you laid awake in the late nights.

You gasped when he suddenly leaned in, closing the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t hungry nor heated. It was passionate, loving. “Just let me love you,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours – and you melted into him. 

[fireladybuckley]

Congratulations on the milestone, babe! That's so amazing!!! Gods, I remember when you celebrated 100 a few years ago. Now you're up to 1700??? Insane. I'm so happy for you! May I please request 7 with Buddie, please? ♥♥♥

Thank you so much, babe. For the congratulations, and for being my biggest supporter and always getting me through times of doubt and self-consciousness.  You are an amazing partner, friend, beta-reader and all around person and I love you so much 😍   I hope you like your fic!

Prompt:  “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” (Thank you @dearestdiaz​ for beta-ing this ficlet! I appreciate it!! <3)

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           “Wow, that wind is really picking up,” Eddie commented, shading his eyes as he squinted in the breeze that was ruffling his wet hair rather violently.  Buck planted his feet on the sandy bottom and followed Eddie’s gaze, the wind all but  slapping him in the face as he turned his head.

           “Yeah it is,” Buck agreed, rising to his full height.  “But look, it’ll make the waves bigger, that’s always fun.”

             “True,” Eddie smiled as Buck grinned at him and dove into the water, diving after him, trying to catch him as he swam off.  The ocean felt incredibly refreshing as they shot through it, flipping around and laughing like kids.

             Eddie’s abuela had taken Christopher for the weekend, Buck’s air conditioner was on the fritz, and Eddie’s house wasn’t much cooler.   The heat had been relentless for at least a week so they’d taken to the beach, hoping the ocean would cool them down.  The forecast was predicting storms late that afternoon, so Eddie supposed that was why the wind was picking up so much, but for the time being, the sky was clear and cloudless, the sun beating down on them.

             The waves began to increase in size as Buck had predicted, and they spent a good half an hour diving over, through or under them, feeling that wonderful sense of relief every time they submerged, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

             Soon the water became even choppier, and they stood waist-deep, catching their breath and bracing themselves as the waves crashed against them, sometimes washing over as high as their shoulders.

             “Should we get out?” Eddie asked, hopping a little to avoid a wave smacking him in the face, watching Buck do the same.

             “Nah, this is fun,” Buck said, jumping over the next wave as well. “We can leave in a few.”

             Eddie shrugged agreeably and they continued their fun, the waves growing noticeably larger as the wind picked up even more, large storm clouds starting to form on the horizon.  After nearly face-planting into a particularly large wave, Eddie stood and shook out his hair, feeling like there was seawater in his brain, trying to blow his sinuses free.  Buck had just noticed he’d stopped and stood up, moving towards him to ask if he was okay, when Eddie noticed a huge wave growing right behind Buck.

             “Buck!  Watch out!” Eddie called, pointing, and Buck whirled around just in time to see the wave crest higher than his head.  Before he could move, the wave broke and smashed down right into his face and shoulders, the force of the blow knocking him off his feet.  Buck choked as he was tossed about under the water, wincing as his back slammed against the sand below, the circular motion of the surprisingly strong wave flipping him around as he flailed helplessly, trying to figure out which way was up as seawater filled his nose and mouth.

             It happened in an instant;  one moment Buck was out for a swim with Eddie, and the next, he was back in the tsunami, being thrown around like a ragdoll under the water, sure he was going to die.  Panic spread through his body like electricity and he cried out for help while still under the surface, which only made him choke on the water more.  The waves calmed for a moment and Buck thought maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to right himself, but then another rolling wave swept into him and he was tumbling again, terror engulfing him.  He was going to die, he just knew it, his lungs burning as he clawed desperately at the water, but he was so disoriented in his panic that he had no idea what was happening anymore.

             Suddenly, arms wrapped around his chest from behind and pulled hard, bringing  him to the surface as his legs flailed, trying to find the bottom.   Buck’s desperate gasp for air as soon as his head was free of the water was quickly eclipsed by deep, hacking coughs, his body convulsing as he spit up copious amounts of ocean water.   Someone was shouting something at him and started dragging him along, Buck stumbling and following as best as he could, still coughing violently.  Another large wave slammed into his back and Buck lost his balance, falling forward out of the person’s grip and landing face-first in the frothy water.

            “Buck! Come on, you gotta stand!”

            Buck tried to obey, Eddie’s voice just barely reaching him as he struggled to his feet, nearly collapsing as the water streamed down his face, waves continually crashing into him.   Buck was still in full panic mode as he blindly stumbled forward, desperate to get out of there, but he was so disoriented that he kept tripping over his own feet as he tried to run, the water slowing him down.

            “Buck, hey! Are you okay?” Eddie asked as he finally caught up to Buck again, sloshing his way through the thigh-deep water to Buck’s side.  Buck was still coughing a bit and he was shaking like a leaf as Eddie reached out and steadied him, gripping his bare arms tightly and holding him upright as he swayed on the spot.

            “Buck? Buck, what’s happening?” Eddie asked urgently as Buck's wide eyes flickered wildly around them and he tugged against Eddie’s hold, trying to flee.

            “We gotta get out of here, we gotta run!” Buck exclaimed wildly, trying to pull himself free of Eddie’s grip on him, staggering as another sizable wave slammed into them at chest height, nearly knocking them both over.  

            “Let go! I have to find Christopher!” Buck gasped, wrenching himself out of Eddie’s hold and stumbling forward.  Eddie rushed towards him, sudden understanding hitting him as he grabbed Buck’s arm once more and spun him around, forcing Buck to face him even as he struggled. 

            “Buck, no, Christopher isn’t here.  Buck, this isn’t the tsunami, you’re both safe.”

            Eddie shook Buck slightly in his urgency, watching the doubt and fear on Buck’s face, trying to shatter the flashback.  Buck was still struggling against his hold, his face still a mask of panic as Eddie gripped him tightly, pulling him closer.

            “Buck! Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” Eddie’s tone was forceful as he tried to snap Buck’s attention back to him, lifting a hand and cupping Buck’s cheek, and this time it seemed to work.  Buck’s eyes found him, but he still looked scared, meeting Eddie’s gaze though his eyes flickered back and forth between Eddie’s, like he was searching for something.  

            “Eddie?” Buck asked shakily, breathing hard as he stared at Eddie’s face, trying to understand.  The panic was still very much alive in him, making him want to run and clouding his logic, but something in Eddie’s eyes held him there, and Buck slowly came to realize that they were standing together in the waves, on the beach, years after the tsunami had happened.  

            “Yeah, Buck.  Yeah, it’s me,” Eddie told him reassuringly, his voice less abrupt now that he had Buck’s attention, stroking Buck’s cheekbone with his thumb.  “You’re okay, I promise, this is not the tsunami. You were having a flashback.”

            Buck looked around them and saw that although the waves were large, they were definitely not tsunami-large.  He saw other people milling around them, the beach stretching as far as he could see, dotted by thousands of umbrellas and towels, the other people completely unbothered.  

            “I…  I thought…” Buck stammered, feeling dizzy as some of his abject panic began to fade.  He coughed a little weakly as his throat burned from the water he’d swallowed and then coughed up, his head aching from the water in his sinuses and the extreme emotions.

            “I know, Buck,” Eddie said gently, his heart breaking as Buck’s face changed from an expression of fear to looking like he was about to cry.  Eddie pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him, their bare chests pressing together.  Buck clung to him, shaking, burying his face into Eddie’s shoulder.  They stood like that for a few moments as Buck struggled to get his breathing under control, still hyperventilating, and Eddie held him close and murmured reassurances, coaching him to breathe slowly.

            Another large wave hit Eddie in the back hard enough that he stumbled forward a little, unintentionally pushing Buck and destabilizing him.  Buck gasped, clinging to Eddie for balance, his respiration rate shooting upwards again.  Eddie apologized, steadying him, then shifted so he had an arm around Buck’s back from the side and began to lead him towards the shore.

            “Come on, let’s get you out of here,” Eddie intoned and Buck let himself be led along without protest, his mind still reeling.  He was clumsy with how much he was trembling, his muscles suddenly feeling weak, and Eddie’s grip on his waist tightened as he slipped and slid through the sand as the waves crashed insistently over the backs of their thighs, then their calves.   Eddie pulled him along towards their spot and Buck all but fell onto the blanket, pulling up his knees and propping his elbows on them, burying his face in his hands.  Eddie grabbed a towel and threw it around Buck’s shoulders before sitting down beside him, looking over him.

            “Are you okay?” Eddie asked quietly, not wanting to overwhelm Buck, who shrugged in response.  Eddie could tell by the slight shuddering of his shoulders that Buck was crying into his hands, and Eddie reached out, wrapping an arm around him and pulled him closer.  Buck unfolded himself and curled up against Eddie’s chest, sniffing, and Eddie encompassed Buck with both of his arms, holding him close.

            “I was back there for a minute, Eds,” Buck said hoarsely after a few minutes, his voice so quiet Eddie had to tilt his head to hear him properly.  “I-I was back in the tsunami,  I thought I was drowning, that Christopher was gone…”

             Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of Buck’s head and tightened his grip, resting a cheek on Buck’s wet hair. 

             “I get it,” Eddie said gently, stroking Buck’s shoulder with one of his hands.  “I have flashbacks too, and sometimes it seems so real that I really forget where I am for a moment.  PTSD can be horrifying.”  

             “Yeah, but you went to war,” Buck pointed out, sitting up slightly so he could look at Eddie, still leaning against his chest.  “I’ve never done anything like that, I shouldn’t be having flashbacks.”  Buck’s trembling fingers ghosted over the gunshot scar on Eddie’s shoulder, sending a slight shudder through him.

             “Buck, any kind of trauma can cause PTSD.  I’d say nearly drowning in the initial tsunami and then running around for hours and miles through water and debris, panicking and injured as you tried to find Christopher was more than enough to traumatize you.  Not only veterans can have PTSD, it’s not an exclusive thing.”

             Buck was quiet for a while after Eddie spoke, tucked up against him and slowly taking deep breaths.  Eventually his trembling subsided and he sighed, feeling exhausted as he thought about what Eddie had said.

             “I’ve never had that happen before.  I guess when that wave hit me…” Buck trailed off, and Eddie nodded, pressing another kiss to Buck’s hair.

             “Probably.  Triggers can be a wide variety of things, but swallowing some water and getting tossed around by a wave unexpectedly makes perfect sense for you.”

             Buck nodded slowly, staring out ahead of them, watching the waves crash to shore as more and more people got out of the water, fearing the storm that was coming closer by the minute.  The ocean had always been one of his favourite places, and even after the tsunami, he hadn’t feared it somehow.  But now, his heart raced as he stared at the cresting waves, the white froth of the aftermath.  He reached for and clutched Eddie’s hand, swallowing hard.

             “Is that going to happen again?” Buck asked, and Eddie could tell just by his voice how vulnerable he felt.  He understood.  Any time he had a flashback it was terrifying, but the first one had been particularly bad.  

             “It might,” Eddie acknowledged, his voice gentle.  “But it might not.  You could go swimming in the ocean every day for the next twenty years and not have one, or it could happen the next time you do.  Some people have very specific and very predictable triggers, whereas for others it's more random.”

             “I don’t want to give up swimming,” Buck said, his voice wavering a little, “but I- the thought of going back in there right now is scaring me.  Which seems pathetic, considering I’ve been swimming for two years since the tsunami happened.”

             Eddie held him close as he felt Buck shrink, hunching closer as he admitted his fear.  He could tell how hard this was for him, and hastened to say something that would make him feel better.

             “Give yourself some time to get through this,” Eddie told him.  “I promise you will want to swim again.  Can I tell you something I’ve never told anyone else?”

             Buck nodded, tilting his head up from Eddie's shoulder to look at his face.  A muscle in Eddie’s cheek twitched, but he swallowed and smiled down at Buck.

             “The first summer after I came home from Afghanistan, I wasn’t having a good time.  Lots of nightmares, sleepless nights, Shannon and I were fighting and it was just generally a horrible period.  I hadn’t been paying attention to the date, and hadn’t been going out much, so somehow I missed that the day was the 4th of July.”

             Buck squeezed Eddie’s hand for support, sensing what was coming next, and Eddie’s lips formed a tight smile.

             “I had three separate panic attacks that night.  The first burst of fireworks was set off by a neighbour, so close to my house and so loud that I was sure we were under fire.  I dragged Shannon and Christopher into the safest part of the house and started frantically barricading things until she was finally able to get through to me and I realized I’d been having a flashback.”

             Eddie let out a breath, feeling flickers of that same panic at the memory, pushing them aside as he glanced around and took in his surroundings, reminding himself that he was here with Buck.  

             “It was terrible.  I genuinely thought for a moment that I was back there, even though I had Chris and Shannon and we were in our house.  The mind is incredibly powerful, Buck, and it can happen when you’re least expecting it.  But that doesn’t mean it’s always going to happen, or that you can’t enjoy things related to it.”

             “You mean, like when we went to the fireworks show last month?” Buck asked, and Eddie nodded. 

             “Some veterans can’t handle noises like fireworks and gunshots because it always or nearly always triggers their PTSD.  Some, like me, are lucky enough that it only happens sometimes.  I love fireworks;  I just have to approach them with the knowledge that it could cause a flashback, and decide whether I’m okay with it that day.”

            Buck nodded again, sitting up beside Eddie and looking over at him.  Eddie smiled, bringing Buck’s hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

            “Therapy has helped a lot, as well,” Eddie said after a moment of thoughtful silence.  “I resisted it at first, but once I finally started going, I have to admit it really did help.”

            “That’s good,” Buck said, pulling Eddie’s hand closer and wrapping it in both of his own.  “I’m proud of you.”

            Eddie gave a soft laugh and leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Buck’s lips.  Buck’s eyes fluttered closed, and he finally felt his heart rate return to normal, soothed by Eddie’s soft touch.

            “Thanks,” Eddie said, bumping noses with Buck, who finally smiled back.  Eddie shifted his position so that Buck could lean on him again and Buck snuggled up against him, watching the storm clouds move closer.  

            “Maybe I’ll talk to Dr. Copeland about it the next time we meet,” Buck said after a while, tilting his head back and up in an attempt to see Eddie’s expression.  

            “I think that’s a great idea,” Eddie agreed, kissing Buck’s forehead and prompting a small grin.  “And for the record, I’m very proud of you, too.  You’ve done amazing considering everything that’s happened over the last few years.”

            “I mean, I had help,” Buck said, poking Eddie in the chest and smiling. 

            “Having support can make things easier, but you still do the brunt of the healing and overcoming yourself,” Eddie reminded him gently, and Buck shrugged, supposing he had a point.  

             Buck was about to reply when thunder crack in the not-so distant sky and they jumped, seeing that the storm clouds were much closer than they’d realized.  They leapt to their feet and took down the umbrella, stuffing their blanket, towels and other stuff into their duffle bag as everyone around them did the same.  Just as Buck slung the duffle over his shoulder and Eddie grabbed the umbrella and cooler, the skies opened up and began to pour down on them, re-soaking their hair and drenching them in seconds.

             “Go, go, go!” Buck yelled over the boom of thunder and Eddie began to run, Buck following in his wake.  They made it back to Buck’s jeep and threw the stuff into the back, hopping in just as lightning flashed right over their heads.   The rain was deafening on the roof and windows of the vehicle and they sat in their seats, panting as they watched the storm raging around them, laughing at the mad dash they’d had to do.  

             After a while, Buck reached for Eddie’s hand and thread his fingers through Eddie’s, smiling as Eddie looked over at him curiously.

             “Thanks, Eds,” Buck said, his gaze not quite meeting Eddie’s.  “I don’t know what I would have done if that’d happened when you weren’t with me.  Thanks for calming me down.”

             “I’ve always got your back, Buck,” Eddie said softly, lifting Buck’s hand and kissing it.  “I’m here for you.”

             “I love you,” Buck said softly, shifting so he could lean on Eddie as they watched the storm, looking up at him as Eddie turned and pressed another kiss to his lips.

             “I love you too.”

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Kinkmas 2020: Day One

Prompt: Brat Taming w/ Temari

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Spanking, Oral, Discipline || Characters: Temari, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

As quietly as you possibly could, you scooped the brownie out of the dish and quickly took a bite. The brownie was still piping hot, causing you to curse under your breath. Even so, you wouldn't be deterred from indulging in your secret treat. Temari's cooking was always heavenly and adding a heap full of sugar made it irresistible. So really, this was her fault, right? At least that's what you were going to convince yourself. Your little square almost halfway gone now, nothing could stop you from savoring the gooey bar. That is until the unmistakable sound of your girlfriend clearing her throat stopped you dead in your tracks.

"Did I say you could eat my brownies before dinner?" Her voice was stern and commanding as usual, but you couldn't help that it still made a shiver run down your spine.

"Uhm… I just… I was going to…"

"Save your excuses. You didn't have permission to eat my brownies, did you?"

She stood in front of you, arms crossed, and the look on her face made it hard for you to make eye contact, "No."

"No what?" 

"No, mistress. I didn't have permission to eat your brownies."

"That's what I thought. Hmph, what a naughty little thing you are. Seems someone ought to teach you a lesson. Follow me."

You nodded quickly, not about to bluntly disobey her when she was just getting riled up. Though you did have one dilemma… A glance to the half-eaten brownie had you debating your next move as you watched Temari's back leave the kitchen. With a mental 'fuck it', you shoved the rest in your mouth and scurried after her, hoping she wouldn't notice. But of course, she did notice, if the smirk on her lips was anything to go by.

When you reached your shared bedroom, she simply sat on the bed and you knew all too well what was to come next. As if on cue, she patted her thighs expectantly. Accepting your defeat you bent yourself over her strong thighs and albeit a little cocky, wiggled your butt. She scoffed at the action and smacked your ass to get you to hold still. Then, she pulled your shorts and underwear down to your knees, laughing quietly when she saw you were already wet.

"Count."

The simple command had your thighs squeezing together and your breath catching in your throat while you nearly died from anticipation. Finally, after she felt you waited enough, one of Temari's hands made contact with your plush backside. The built anticipation always made the first one feel delightful and you gasped at the sensation before muttering a 'one'. The second strike was a bit softer, she always knew when to take it down a notch and god damn that's just another reason you loved this woman.

"Louder. I couldn't hear you. Unless you want to extend your punishment."

The thought of prolonging your borderline torture was tempting, but you thought you'd save future you and give in to her demands. With each spank, you loudly counted, sometimes even flat out moaning as your bottom reddened. Truly, it was a sight Temari loved to see, your ass darkening in color as she abused the skin there. And truth be told, those brownies were left precariously wafting into the air as sort of a trap, just begging you to dish one out without permission. Her trap worked and she triumphantly took her prize in. The 30th smack to your ass and she figured you'd had enough, taking the time to rub her hands over your backside, softly kneading the flesh she just abused.

"Good girl, I'll teach you not to be a brat again, now get on your knees."

For now, you obeyed, positioning yourself between her legs and watched as she peeled her shirt off. She looked like a Greek statue, so gorgeous and so muscular, a temptress if you ever saw one. Then, she stared at you expectantly, smirking when she noticed how you marveled at her body. After you snapped yourself out of it, you quickly moved to hook your fingers into her pants and underwear, pulling them off as she lifted her hips. Temari leaned back slightly to give you better access and propped one of her legs up onto the bed.

"You so desperately wanted to eat my brownies. Now you can put that mouth to better use. You better make me cum. And no touching yourself. Understood?" 

No touching yourself? God, she really was cruel. "Yes, mistress."

Still, you went to work, licking up her core and grinning at the fact that she was almost as wet as you were. Your hands slid up the insides of her thighs, nails scraping against the spots you knew were most sensitive. You had barely done anything, yet still, moans fell from her, not like you were complaining. Or rather, not like you could complain, mouth full of coochie and all. Temari's hips lifted towards your mouth as your mouth sucked on her clit. The blonde never could hold her own when it came to receiving oral and the way her fingers grasped your hair you knew she wouldn't last long.

The way your tongue poked and prodded at her entrance before pushing itself in nearly drove her insane. And in turn, her moans nearly drove you insane.

It was no surprise to you that you decided to forgo her previous direction and one of your hands slipped down to play with yourself. You made sure the hand wouldn't be missed, hoping to avoid further punishment. The hand that wasn't defying your mistress was rubbing on her clit in mesmerizing circles, pushing her closer to her orgasm. Her upper body finally gave in, crashing backward to meet the mattress as her hips spasmed. The gasps and moans leaving her mouth in a constant song of pleasure was enough to drive you to orgasm. A small puddle of your juices had formed on the floor and you looked at it wondering if you could pass it off as just wetness. Your eyes glanced up and met the fierce teal of Temari's eyes glaring into you.

Her chest was still heaving, trying to catch her breath, but her eyes still conveyed that she was in charge and you were in trouble, "I said no touching. And what did you do?"

Your cheeks heated up as you realized you were caught, "I touched myself, mistress," in a moment of extreme brattiness, you stupidly continued talking, "But it's your fault, mistress! I just wanted to cum."

After you said the words you knew you were in deep shit. Temari's face slowly spread into a grin before she picked you up by the shirt. Within an instant you were laying down on the bed, Temari hovering over you.

"Oh yeah? You wanna cum? Then I'll make sure by the time I'm through with you my little brat will be begging to stop cumming."

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