#and it sucks his face was necessary for that but still. WE MADE IT BABY WE MADE ITTTTTTTTTT😭💚🌟

[merakiui]

Helloooo! I’d like to order a flower bouquet + strawberry ice cream from the misc. menu as well as some lemon squares + custard donuts from the midnight menu for Scaramouche <3

yandere!scaramouche x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, friends with benefits, forced pregnancy/baby-trapping (no pronouns; reader has a pussy), modern college au note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You’re writing a paper.

Sitting at your desk, scrolling through clothes online, you wonder if your meager paycheck will cover the shipping costs. This is all research. Research that is very necessary in the paper-drafting process, of course! You click on an outfit just as Scaramouche looks up from his phone.

Correction. You’re trying to write a paper.

“Great progress. I can really see the thought you put into this.”

“I’m envisioning it as we speak.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be getting you anywhere.” He sets his phone down and leans closer. “Last I checked you’re not writing about clothes.”

“Last I checked,” you say, mocking him, “I didn’t ask for commentary. Don’t you have anything better to do?” 

A smug smile sharpens on his face. “I can think of a few things.”

Groaning, you shove him away. “No way. Not today.”

“Why not? It didn’t seem to bother you that last time when we did it before your lecture. You were so out of it you didn’t want me to leave you alone. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Not my fault I was tired! Don’t tell me you’ve never said and done stupid things when you’re running on three hours of sleep.”

“Not once,” he declares, looking quite proud. As if it’s some grand achievement. Does he want an award? “And even if I was, I wouldn’t be reduced to sugary, sappy putty.”

“I called you ‘sweetheart’ once by mistake. Get over it.”

Scaramouche rests his elbow on the desk, his cheek in his hand. “I don’t think I want to.”

Shutting your laptop, you turn in your chair to face him. “And I don’t think I want to fuck you today.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, you’re gonna do all the work?”

“That’s the plan. Be grateful I’m so good to you,” he teases, leaning closer and closer until—

You block your lips before he can capture them. “I really can’t today. Paper aside, I don’t have any protection and I’m not on birth control right now.”

“It doesn’t have to be inside.” He sits back in his chair, exuding casual confidence. “Unless you want to risk it.”

You try to put enough ice in your glare, but it melts quickly. You really shouldn’t. It’s not a safe day. You really, really shouldn’t…

Scaramouche raises a brow, waiting for your reply.

Despite everything, you’re wheedled into it anyway. You’re not even sure what you want. Is it yes or no? It’s been months since you fell into this arrangement with him—the campus’s infamous lone wolf who goes out of his way to make himself unapproachable. Or, according to your friends, he’s more of a lonely stray cat in need of a friend. Scaramouche had scoffed when you told him that.

Your friends are idiots, he said with a scowl. It only made him look even more like a grumpy cat in need of companionship. Not that you’d ever tell him that. It would only serve to stoke the flames of his ire.

But right now, looking up at him while he ruts into you, sweat sticking in all the right places, his hair falling over his eyes, you’re inclined to agree with that observation. There’s a depth to his gaze that draws you in, a sad glimmer hiding behind the ardor. There’s never been any attachment outside of the bedroom. You’re not even sure if he considers you a friend.

Still, you wonder…

“Scara, do you—” You cut yourself off with a startled gasp, your nails curling into his shoulders. He’s holding you down by your hips, fucking into you like the world’s about to end. “S-Slow down. Wait, I—aah—oh!”

He sucks in a staggered breath through grit teeth, his jaw set firmly. “You’re never going to leave me.”

Your brain stalls out, and suddenly you’re not sure how to respond. He doesn’t lessen the brutal pace at which he thrusts, so you’re forced to piece together a half-coherent answer amidst your groans.

“N-Not anytime soon—mmh… Why? What’s up?”

Scaramouche lifts his head from your neck. A strange smile turns the corners of his lips up. “It’s not a question. I wasn’t giving you a choice.”

You blink back at him, lust-drunk and dazed. The horror edges in, slow and steady like invasive rot. It isn’t until he’s pinning your legs up by your ears to force you into another position that the implication finally catches up to you. You claw at his back with weak strokes, babbling futile protests against his mouth. In response, his cock throbs inside of you, pressed so deep in this position you fear the repercussions. He kisses you with much the same force, insistent on driving you into the mattress—on pinning you here until you finally submit. Until the last of your resolve withers away, stamped out and replaced with something agreeable.

“Even if you wanted to,” he says around a shaky laugh, seeming positively deranged, “you couldn’t.”

You think you should be worried, but you’re so stunned with this development that your brain can’t keep up. Embarrassingly, you cum with a strangled sort of cry, your pussy clenching tight. He hisses through his teeth, fucks you through the high of your orgasm, and then falls with you, his own climax fast like a flash.

You’re panting in the aftermath. What just happened?

Scaramouche keeps you plugged with his cock for as long as he possibly can before he’s sliding out, flaccid and spent. For now, you suspect, for there will certainly be more later if your wits aren’t about you by then.

“Pill,” you mumble, voice hoarse from crying. You shake him, hoping he’ll climb off of you and get to it. “Scaraaa…”

Oddly, for someone who never shows any vulnerability, he clings. “We’ve got time. I’ll get it. Don’t worry.”

You don’t believe him. Not when his hand strays to your stomach. His palm brushes over the area once. He sighs, wholly satisfied.

“We’ve got time…”

Nine months of it, in fact. But that goes unspoken. If not today, there’s always tomorrow. You know he won’t rest until then. Neither will you. Your heart is too big, too soft, for that lonely stray cat, and part of you wonders if he knows that.

[vnards]

NSFW MAFIA!AU SNIPPET

Ghost pushes Johnny against the wall, all teeth. “You never know how to listen.” Ghost made his way down the scot’s neck, biting a bit more than necessary.

It didn’t matter. Johnny loved it.

“Aye did what aye did.” One of ghost’s gloved hands come up and cover Johnny’s throat.

“Shut up,”

A quick flash of a hand strikes against Johnny’s face. “Only words I want to be hearing from you is ‘yes’ and ‘sir’, are we clear?” Johnny hesitated with a smirk, but Ghost wasn’t having it. Another slap to his other cheek, “I said are we clear?” He rumbled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” Ghost didn’t let up on the grip in his hair, “Now, Get on your knees and suck my dick.” He shoved Soap to his knees.

The Scot was still muttering curses as he begrudgedly started to undo his pants. Ghost was pissed, annoyed that a situation like that could even happen with him around. He needed to let a load off before he can even address having you down the hallway.

Another pair of hands wrap around Ghost's torso, the silky voice like a devil on his shoulder, “Do you need any help punishing Johnny boy?” Kyle teased.

Gears began to turn in Ghost's head. Johnny reveals his member as his pants slide down his hips. He has always been a considerable size, but there were never any complaints about it.

“I think Johnny does need to be taught to listen. You hear that, boy? Kyle is gonna help me tonight.” He punctuates his sentence by gripping his mohawk tighter.

Johnny pointedly ignores him as he gives him a few strokes before putting him in his mouth. Regardless how angry Soap was, he could not deny how much he loved Simon's cock in his mouth. He worked his way up and down his shaft, eager to take him all the way down his throat as an apology.

Ghost groans in pleasure as Kyle’s wandering hands continue downwards. He watches Kyle slide down to his knees next to Johnny who's eyes were already tearing up. The portrait the both of them make; on their knees, looking up at Ghost as the absolute unit that he is. Johnny's anger melts away as he sinks on his cock.

Adjusting his grip once more, Ghost begins to move his hips, shoving his dick further down his throat. “Take it.” He grits.

And Johnny's such a good boy.

Ghost uses his leverage against Johnny, using his throat roughly. Kyle's voice is teasing, almost sinister. “Johnny boy is just a little confused on who's in charge.”

Ghost hums in agreement, He leans his hand out, rubbing Kyle's cheek, “Why don't you help him out, Kyle?”

Kyle smiles, “Gladly.” He goes for his heavy balls, licking between them before sucking one into his mouth. Ghost's mood was increasingly getting better.

He throws his head back in pleasure, getting lost in the sensation of being serviced. Fantasies of you come forward, something that's been happening since he first met you. One your knees with the boys. He imagined your hand would be soft and gentle. Did you even know how to please a man? Ghost will teach you, he promised.

As the boys make quick work of his cock, all shiny with spit and standing to attention, Ghost starts getting impatient. Luckily, Kyle, the good boy he is, was already fingering his hole for Ghost to use. Another groan came from the boogeyman, “Such a good boy, Kyle. Knowing you're about to get fucked.” He thrusts in Johnny's throat particularly deep as he punctuates his sentence.

Johnny looked up at him with those baby blue eyes, silently pleading with him. “No,” Ghost states simply, “Bad boys don't get to get fucked.” He takes him off his cock, keeping him from diving back on. Johnny eventually listens.

Kyle undresses, always a tease as his curves always caught the eye of every passerby. His bubble butt so firm and supple. Ghost doesn't admit it often, but he loves Kyle's ass. He gives himself a few strokes as Kyle continues his show.

Still on his knees, Johnny kept trying to gain Ghost's attention. Ghost catches Soap's eye and he scolds him, “You could've gotten more than her hurt, Johnny.” Johnny's puppy dog eyes were not going to work today, “You can't be getting sloppy out there like you did tonight.”

Getting too close to being vulnerable, Ghost closes off, going back behind the mask he uses to stay seperated. Johnny knew there’d be no talking him out of this.

“Bend over, Kyle.” He does as he’s told, just like always. Ghost come up behind him and lines himself against his hole. He slips himself in and they both groan at the sensation.

Kyle never complained about his size, convincing Ghost he liked the burning stretch. Ghost pushed until their hips connected. Kyle starts to pant, “God, Simon, I-"

Ghost pulls back just to shove himself forward again, pressing Kyle's face into the wall. “Shut up.” Ghost was very demanding tonight, “Only thing I want to hear from you is permission to cum.”

Ghost starts up a brutal pace, focusing only on his pleasure after the shit night they had. Kyle bounces between the wall and a hard place, biting his lip to keep some of the noises down. You were only on the other side of the house after all. Ghost didn't care. His grunts and growls were only low enough for the party to hear him. Johnny was still on his knees, watching Kyle get fucked the way he loves being fucked.

His thrusts became heavier as he spoke, “God damn stubborn assholes you lot are.” The boogeyman found his grip on Kyle's hips and was able to fuck deeper into him. Kyle's pitch changed, an edge of a whine starting.

“That's it, boy, make those pretty noises for me.” The bulked man leaned his head back to bask in taking pleasure, bottoming out with heavy strokes as his ball draw closer and closer up.

“G-Ghost, sir…may I cum?”

Ghost decided to be mean, “No.” He whimpered. “Not until I do.”

That's when Ghost felt an extra pair of hands cupping his balls as they swung against Kyle's ass. Ghost grunted in surprise, the sensation doing nothing but driving his hips harder.

“I-I can't. I-" Kyle blubbered.

“Hold,” He commanded. He was close. He continued to pound away at Kyle's hole when he suddenly feels a finger slip into his own hole. “A-Ah!” It catches him by surprise, drawing his balls up and unloading into the smaller man.

Finally, Kyle was able to cum and he shivered and shuddered against Ghost's arms, his own cock spewing cum. Kyle's head lolled as he basked in the pleasure of his orgasm.

Spurting out a few more times, Ghost moves his hips absently, trying to cum as deep as he can. It satiates a deeper feeling in him, to mark them all. He wishes you'd let him mark you.

It took a few more moments for his breath to even, but he notices the very well known noise of Johnny stroking his cock. Ghost looks and sees the art Johnny makes.

He situated himself under Kyle, leaning back against the wall with Kyle's cum covering his bare chest and a few strings on his chin. Johnny is too blissed in pleasure to feel bad for stroking his needy cock, his pulsing need hot and ready.

Johnny makes eye contact with Ghost and that seems to be the thing that tips him over, his cock pulsing out strings of cum that land in tandem with Kyle's.

Johnny's orgasms are always a wonder to watch, his mouth agape and forehead creased. He was doing a great job keeping eye contact until they started rolling, the ends of his orgasm striking him with pleasure. The dazed glint afterward was always Ghost's favorite.

He allows a few more moments, feeling a bit winded himself, “You both need showers.” A chorus of moans started, “You're not going to see her covered in cum, Johnny.”

“But what if she likes it?” Ghost could hear his smirk.

“Johnny.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kyle helps Johnny to his feet and they give each other small kisses. Kyle takes in Johnny's tablaeu, “'s kinda hot.” He mutters.

Johnny turns over his shoulder, “told ye.”

Ghost ignored him and headed towards his own room in the safehouse. He was already pulling off his shirt as he stepped through the door. Now that he can think without his dick getting in the way, it was time to figure out what to actually do with you.

They couldn't kidnap you. Maybe. They shouldn't kidnap you.

But you couldn't go back to your every day. Not getting run up with them. As much as Ghost hates to admit it, you're a target right now and you need to protecting.

I can protect you.

It seemed to be settled in Ghost's mind. You're his pretty little doll, after all.

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ THE BIG CROCO BROTHER: CROCODILE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being a father was not easy, imposing limits was necessary and no matter how cute his face was, that of the Crocodile's only son, he couldn't allow you to do whatever you wanted... Especially when you're running around with three deadly wild animals."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP! NON ROMANCE, Father and Son! Male reader! Child reader! Soft dad Crocodile! Cross guild! Savage animals (bananawani), the reader has a powerful man in his control (his own dad)

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : And here I'm again, trying to post again and idk, nothing much to say today, my mood is horrible and my life sucks, but here some family fluffy to see if that motivates me to write again. Also the names of the wani are terrible because my discord friends choose them lol hahahah blank/no pronouns/fem=block

Crocodile was listening to Mihawk talking about the latest news he had gotten on his last trip, Buggy was looking at some maps that his henchmen had given him and the lizard himself was looking at the management papers of that entire alliance. At least now it was working a little better and giving more profit than headaches, but Crocodile still refused to accept that a circus really had so many needs and needed such a big budget just for those pathetic shows... that clown was probably deceiving.

“FUCK!” Buggy shouted, making the dark-haired man snap out of his reverie and try to figure out what the shouting was about.

It was then that he saw a peculiar scene that had curiously been repeated a lot in the last few days. One of the baby bananawani was biting Buggy's leg, another seemed to be eager to eat the clown's colorful papers and the third and last was trying... no, he was begging for a lap to the strongest swordsman in the world who simply stared at him without reaction.

You see, being a parent is extremely difficult. Being a father and being a pirate with a young son and with Crocodile's current situation is even more so, he wouldn't want that to be the case but he really managed to be quite absent, he tried to make up for it by spoiling you and the problem was that he spoiled you a bit too much. You weren't a bad or rude child, but you simply faithfully believed that you could have the world at your feet if you asked your father nicely. Of course you could, but it wasn't good for your ego to be completely sure of it.

So, in a way of trying to teach you some good values like responsibility and any other nonsense, he left you in charge of taking care of three bananawani babies. You needed to feed them, take them out of the water tank, clean the tank, all the normal activities of a normal pet. With the difference that your pets were deadly creatures even as babies and were more than ready to rip off some arms for your protection.

“(Y/n), what did we talk about getting them out of the tank?” Crocodile sighed, this wasn't the first time the babies had wandered around the ship instead of being safe in their water tanks. He can still hear the cries of the henchmen who received unexpected bites because their pets were out of control.

“I’m sorry daddy” you said entering the room, you quickly went to the baby in Mihawk and picked him up. Not completely up since that single bananawani baby must have been heavier than you, so you just held him the best you could with his entire lower part dragging on the floor.

Buggy whimpered trying to pull the baby off his leg which only made him bite harder, causing the clown to scream again. Crocodile sighed and got up to help you deal with the mess.

“They’re still too young to wander around alone, they’ll just create trouble” he tried to convince you again.

“But... Miss Banana Split was sad” you said worriedly as you looked at the lizard in your arms who was smiling happily like a baby in his parents arms. Crocodile could feel Mihawk's eyes on him from the animal's name but he decided to ignore it.

“They are sweet animals, they don’t get sad” he tried to convince you, ruffling your hair.

“Of course they stay! Mr. Banana even whines!” You said with a huge hurt pout, heavens you really loved those animals...

“Look at feelings, I don’t know, but this pest is really hungry and is about to swallow my leg, so if you can have a father-son moment another time, I’d appreciate it!” Buggy screamed desperately, shaking his leg again, trying to free the animal, but in vain.

“Sorry, Mr. Buggy… Drake is eating too much these days…” you said, releasing the one in your arms and going to take the other one off the clown’s leg. Luckily the animal was happy to be picked up by you and easily released its prey.

“Drake?” Buffy looked at you perplexed, was that the fucking name you chose?

“Don’t you dare” Crocodile growled at him as if he could read his thoughts. It was a clear message, make my son ashamed of the names he chose and you will become real bananawani food.

“They like being close to you daddy” you said petting Drake who was rubbing against you, the other two cubs at Crocodile’s feet.

“Of course they do, I was there when they were born, that doesn't mean you can let them loose like that” he crouched down to your height “They're still cubs and without training, you won't find it fun if they actually eat someone's leg would you?” Crocodile would find it hilarious, but you were a good-hearted child so you just shook your head “See? So for now let’s keep them in the tank and teach them some tricks, if they can behave you can spend more time with them, okay?”

"Okay!" You smiled happily at the possibility of continuing the walk with your animals, without waiting any longer you picked up Drake and dragged him out of the room, followed by the other two animals.

Crocodile sighed, satisfied that you would obey him for now, at least this way he would stop hearing the clown crying.

“Drake? Seriously? What the fuck is that name? For a bananawani!” Buffy said shocked once you were far enough away, he wasn't even paying attention to the ruined maps.

“Shut up…” your father would also love to know where you got that name from but that was an answer that not even you had.

“I actually found Miss Banana Split quite charming” Mihawk said with a cocky grin at Crocodile who just snorted, getting annoyed. He didn't mind having a son as his weakness, but having that weakness exposed and made fun of was something he hadn't gotten used to yet.

“Go back to work” he said irritably, just wanting to pretend that none of that had happened.

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

The Snickers Bar

“Mickey, you can't give Snickers to a baby,” Ian said, exasperated. 

“The hell I can,” Mickey was unwrapping the bar. Little Yev was in his height chair, kicking his feet out. “We'll cut it if we have to. Or he can suck on it.” 

Ian groaned. Why did he bother? 

He only had three younger siblings he helped care for. What did he know?

“Svetlana already left out food for him,” Ian picked up the jar of pureed spinach, peas and zucchini. It didn’t look very appetizing. 

“I’m not feeding him that shit,” Mickey brushed it off. 

“Fine. It’s your ass she’ll be on," Ian told him.  

He was ignored.

“You want this, Shithead?” Mickey held up the candy bar. Yev’s mouth formed a small O, big blue eyes peering up at it. 

Ian had to admit the boy looked fucking adorable. Especially with him reaching out his arms, babbling noisily. Still, he wasn’t so sure how he felt about Mickey blatantly ignoring all the necessary guidelines about what should be fed to a child at that age. 

His lips thinned out, glancing over at his boyfriend. “He could choke on it.” 

“Quit worryin’, Jesus,” Mickey rolled his eyes. “He's fine.” 

The house was empty for the time being. Svetlana was somewhere, Ian hadn’t asked where she was going. Mandy went to work. And as for Iggy, he could’ve been anywhere. Probably better for him to get out for a little bit; Mickey hadn’t taken too kindly to the endless dick jokes sent their way after he’d walked in on Ian yanking Mickey’s jeans down. 

Yev stuffed as much of the bar as he could into his mouth, coughing a little. 

“Jesus,” Mickey huffed out a laugh, taking most of the bar out. “Slow down, kid. Ian’ll have my dick if he’s right.” 

“You’ll have your own dick,” Ian took a napkin, wiping some drool off Yev’s face. “I don’t touch the dick of anyone that lets their son choke on Snickers.” 

“Fuck you, man,” Mickey retorted, a small smile tugging on his lips. 

Ian broke the chocolate bar in half, handing it back to him. Yev sucked on it for a moment, his eyes widening, babbling enthusiastically before sucking on it with more gusto. 

It was enough to bring out a genuine laugh from Mickey. “See, kid’s got great taste!” 

“You got a sweet tooth like your dad, huh?” Ian grinned. Yev had managed to get the chocolate smeared around his mouth. 

“Course he does,” Mickey said, a rare moment of fatherly pride crossing his face. It didn’t last long; he swallowed, schooling his expression back into something neutral. Ian knew it was difficult for him to openly love Yev considering the circumstances of his contraception, but he was trying. 

When Yev made a noise that might have resembled mmm if one listened closely enough, Mickey nodded along, something softer in his eyes that most would miss but he didn’t. 

Ian just smiled at them both, feeling lucky to be here with two of his favorite people in the world. 

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober day 2: Steve/Eddie

& virginity kink

read on ao3

MDNI - rated E - throwing cws under the cut too

“You what?”

“I’ve never had sex,” he said softly, ducking his head. 

“With guys?”

“With anyone.”

cw: dirty talk, anal sex and fingering, first time, unsafe sex

Eddie pulled his hair in front of his face as Steve continued to stare at him blankly. They’d been dating, messing around, whatever this was, for a few weeks. He was straddling his lap on the couch, they had been midmakeout session when suddenly he had to tell him, had actually mumbled it into his mouth. Now that it was out though, he wanted to pull it back inside himself. 

“Eds, oh my god. Come here.” Steve yanked his face back down to his, swiping his hair away from his mouth. He gasped into the kiss, blown away by this response. Steve was kissing him like he was going away to war. 

“Baby, wait, I don’t-“ he pressed against his chest when Steve tried to pull him back. 

Steve just panted at him for a moment, eyes wild. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, Eds. Please- please let me, can we, I’ll make it so good for you.”

He may have fallen off his lap completely if it wasn’t for the tight grip Steve still had on his jaw and hip. 

“Really? You still want… I mean I’d understand. You’re like, you. And I-”

Before he could go into a whole ramble, Steve pulled him back for a sweeter, softer kiss. “I didn't think anything could make me want you more, but somehow this does it. You gunna let me take your V card, baby?” His voice dropped low and dirty and the filthy smirk he shot him sent a line of fire through him. 

“Oh my god,” he whimpered. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

“Bedroom.”

When he thought about telling Steve Harrington that he was a virgin, never in a million years would he have guessed it would’ve ended with him sprawled across his big bed, getting kissed within an inch of his life. 

“Gunna take such good care of you, Eds. Can’t believe-“ he kissed down his neck and sucked a mark under his collarbone. “You waited for me. Huh? Kept it just for me?”

Eddie was confused at first. But then Steve leaned back and met his eyes, staring into his soul. “Y-yeah, just for you.” 

The way Steve was looking at him made him think maybe he had, he couldn’t imagine doing this with someone who wasn’t this excited about the prospect of being his first. 

Steve rucked his shirt up and kissed down his chest to his happy trail. He looked up at him beneath his eyelashes as he popped the snap on his jeans. Eddie could only force himself to keep breathing, unable to tear his eyes away from him. 

Something snapped between them and they were suddenly frantic, pulling at clothes and meeting to give each other sloppy kisses. 

“Flip over baby, there we go. Just relax. I’m going to take such good care of you. Fuck, look at you.” Steve continued his honey dipped words as he popped open the lube and coated his fingers. Eddie couldn’t even start to get nervous before we felt slippery fingers behind his balls. 

“All for me,” he breathed as he rubbed gently over his tight hole. “God you’re so tight, baby. You ever use fingers or anything?”

Eddie shook his head but didn’t get a response. When he looked over his shoulder Steve was just blatantly staring where his fingers were rubbing into the resistance. “N-no,” he answered. 

Steve’s head popped up and he grinned at him. “You’re unbelievable, Eds. I can’t wait to slide in here,” he pushed forward with one finger while holding eye contact with him. They sucked in matching breaths. 

Steve took his time opening him up, continuing to sweet talk his ass and add more lube than Eddie thought was strictly necessary. Until he was a writhing whimpering mess rubbing his leaking cock against his expensive sheets. 

“Please, Stevie, need you. So close. Need to come with you inside me. Now.”

The now apparently drove the point home because he finally pulled his fingers from him. “Roll back over, Eds. Yeah. Need to see you. Watch your face as I take your cherry.”

“Oh my god.” He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. Having to be face to face with him while he said these things was too much. 

“Just Steve is fine,” he huffed. 

Steve Harrington was a goddamn menace. 

But he was also moving closer between his legs to line himself up, pushing Eddie’s legs up and out. Eddie gulped. The noise made Steve meet his eyes and he waited until he gave him a little nod to keep going. He stopped again when he’d just barely pressed in but Eddie had gasped. 

“I’m okay. Don’t stop.”

Steve pressed slowly in, watching his face intently. When he finally bottomed out he gave them both a few moments to get used to it. Eddie forced himself to take some deep breaths. He was so close to coming and ruining this. Then Steve pulled out and pushed back in at a different angle and he knew he was doomed. 

“Oh, oh, Steve,” he cried out and grabbed onto his biceps. That didn’t help matters either. 

“That’s your prostate, Eds,” he smirked as he pushed into it again. “You gunna come? Huh? Come on my cock? Go ahead, baby. I’ll make you come again.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie breathed. 

Steve leaned down to kiss him, lick into his mouth while he continued shoving his cock into him. His orgasm hit suddenly, making him cry out into the kiss. 

“Fuuuck, baby. Your tight little ass is so perfect. Oh my god-“ Steve pulled away to stare at him as he fucked him through it. 

Eddie stared blankly up at him as he continued to talk. “Gunna come in you, baby. Fill you up. Make you mine. Fuck, Eds. Can’t believe I’m your first.” He pushed his legs further up and apart to stare down at where they were joined. “So fucking hot, baby. Yeah, you gunna come with me again?”

Eddie simply nodded, he felt like every nerve ending in his body was screaming at him with his need to come. Steve clearly picked up the pace, punching grunts out of him before he leaned back in to fuck his tongue into his mouth. With his dick now sliding between their bodies he couldn’t hold back his impending orgasm. 

“Steve, oh fuck, gunna-“

“Yeah, come with me. Ah-“

Eddie felt his walls clench a second time as Steve’s hips stuttered against his. They met to kiss and pant into each other’s mouths for a few moments before Steve pulled out to flop next to him. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been someone’s first, you know?”

He giggled, trying to catch his breath. “Couldn’t even tell, you were real chill about it.”

Steve smiled his charming smile at him and shook his head with a sigh. “So fuckin’ hot.”

@lighthousebeams

[butterflyeffectiooon]

I’m…… I can’t do this. Bellhop aof offers day assistance and mhok just swoops right in and takes day’s arm like the good old days as tho nothing ever happened much less they broke up THREE YEARS AGO and haven’t spoken since???? ? ? I was hoping u guys were exaggerating at least a little when u said mhok goes back to flirting as soon as he sees day again but u were absolutely right. This is so ridiculous. Mhok still AFTER ALL THIS TIME and everything day put him thru has debilitating day brainrot I KNOW he is Simp Supreme but I was holding out SO MUCH HOPE that there was a LITTLE more to him than that……. Like his main character trait is Heart Full of Love which is wonderful but the way the show has laser focused that love on day to his personal detriment (unwilling if not unable to prioritize himself under any circumstances) and to the detriment of mhok as a character having any substance (spineless pushover who will forgive day’s egregious treatment faster than the speed of light literally as soon as he sees his face because DAY!!!!) GOD mhok was already (before this point) a compelling character despite being so poorly fleshed out and he CARRIED the show and their relationship like he’s gonna need physical therapy after all the heavy lifting he was doing these past 11 episodes, he was the catalyst for ALL of day’s growth. Without mhok day would still be rotting in his bedroom. Would it have killed them to cut some of the unnecessary mini arcs (eh hem AUGUST, the eye donation, his mom’s bullshit, the night forgiveness arc was definitely necessary but proooobably did not need to be dragged out quite that long) in order to give mhok SOMETHING!!!! Literally anything at all. It’s like the writers as well as day only cared about him as long as he served their purpose. They gave him ZERO purpose outside of day. The ONE SINGLE TIME he pushed thru and made anything about himself we all saw what happened. It’s like they punished him for trying to be his own person!!!! The writers seemingly don’t give a FUCK about mhok outside of his relation to day. That’s probably the worst part about this mess to me. Day’s regression/severe late stage mischaracterization sucked but at least he grew at all and had characterization to get wrong lmao. Mhok was a pawn and they used him and gave him NOTHING in exchange for his crucial role in the progression of the story. ~Ohhhhh, a job abroad that he literally didn’t want~ that doesn’t COUNT!!! He gave and GAVE and everyone including the writers of the damn show did nothing but TAKE from him. Everything good he ever had. Mhok baby I am SO sorry they did u like that, you deserved so much better 😭😭😭😭

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - October 22

Hey, friends!! I hope you’re having a great week--here’s what I read this week, which is--a short list. Hopefully you find something you like--if so, please remember to comment and kudos! 

~*~ 

you'll wait a long time by nanasekei 

Steve and Tony share a moment during a wedding. Things escalate from there.

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Alternatively: Four weddings, a funeral, and one very emotionally stunted idiot.

Love Handles by fohatic

Steve notices that Tony really likes to grab onto certain parts of him. He thinks it's just a sex thing, but, like most things with Tony, nothing's ever that simple.

Summer Wine by KandiSheek

Tony had mentally prepared himself for a lot of weird things that could happen on their trip to Asgard. What he wasn't prepared for was a drunk Steve Rogers crowding him against the nearest wall and kissing him within an inch of his life.

Take a Little Love Where You Can by Mireille

There's an alternate version of Tony in Tony's lab.

There's an alternate version of Tony in Tony's lab, flirting with Tony's Steve, and Tony doesn't like it.

He's going to have to do something about it.

Stranded by Neverever

Steve and Tony get stranded in Minot, North Dakota and have to share a hotel room. Tony gets bored and discovers things about Steve.

Screen Test by isozyme

Here’s the scene: Tony’s drunk in the backseat of a car, doing something he shouldn’t.

Shakedown by Sineala

The problem is, Captain America won't stop shivering.

the hope that kills you by meidui

Steve used to go on so much about freedom and choice.

If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose.

Some of the freedom he loved was big, big enough for him to lay his life down for over and over, and some of the freedom he loved was small, like the wind in his hair when he took his motorcycle out, but now he has to sob and take it when Tony sucks a deep flowering bruise where his prison uniform couldn’t possibly cover and whispers in his ear, “Who’s gonna help you now? Where are you gonna run?”

Old Dogs And New Tricks by KandiSheek

Steve discovers the joy of his prostate during a SHIELD required medical exam. He definitely wants to find out more about it. Turns out Tony is one hell of a teacher.

Pull It Up by KandiSheek

Tony temporarily gets Reed Richards' powers. Of course he's going to use them for sex.

No Barriers To Entry by KandiSheek

Silver fox Tony is too old to always get hard when he and Steve have sex anymore. That doesn't mean he can't enjoy himself when Steve sucks him off. Especially when Steve is so obviously into it.

at his side by Areiton

He meets Steve on a Sunday, wearing his old Eagles jersey and shorts so short his Mama fusses at him, and he grins, tousled curls and a devil may care grin, bare-faced and bare foot.

“Hi,” he says, and then, like an introduction is necessary, like the whole world isn’t learning his name, he adds, “I’m Tony.”

how he got here by Areiton

Tony had said, “Do you know how pretty you look, when you’re stuffed full of my cock, Steven?” 

False God by iam93percentstardust 

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

~

The first time Steve meets him, Gillian has all sixteen dancers sitting in a circle on the floor of the rehearsal studio, where she makes them go around the room and introduce themselves. Tony is the youngest of them at nineteen, has two cats currently in his sister’s custody, and got his start in ballet before being so inspired by the 1989 tour that he cross trained just in the hopes that one day he could dance with Sharon. Steve had made a note of it in the way that he makes a note of everyone he works with, felt a little old because he had been a dancer on the 1989 tour and now this baby is saying he was inspired by them, and then gotten distracted by the next girl.

between you & me by welcoming_disaster 

In which Tony solves puzzles and Steve punches a wall.

wildfires in the spring by meidui

Steve is pulled out of the ice on a summer morning in 2010.

(“Keep each other alive,” Colonel Fury says when Tony comes to pick Steve up.)

Role of a Lifetime by Annie D (scaramouche)

It’s been almost a year since Tony was rescued from the Ten Rings by SHIELD. In this time, Tony has forged a new path for Stark Industries and taken on a new under-the-radar role as a consultant for SHIELD. Tony’s SHIELD job eventually brings him into contact with the newest Captain America, who’s a pretty cool guy, though for security reasons Tony can’t know his real name or see his face without the Captain America mask. This is also about the time that Tony notices a certain Mr. Stevens, a new hire in SI’s corporate office...

A Just Reward by KandiSheek

Steve is sick and tired of his love life never working out. So he creates the perfect man for him, the statue of Antonio. It would be great if a man like that actually existed in real life.

Turns out there's a solution for that.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

This is so so SO late but @chicgeekgirl89 here is your @tarlos-santa gift!

I absolutely loved all three of your prompts but in the end I went with: They lose power on Christmas Eve and Carlos freaks out about dinner but they make the most of it and still celebrate together.

And after several rewrites, mental breakdowns, existential crises, exasperation over the English language, and wondering if it's even real... this is the result and I hope you like it! Merry Christmas!!

---

Perfectly unperfect (AO3)

“What are your plans for the holidays, cap?” TK asked, making conversation as they headed back to the firehouse after a call on their last shift before Christmas.

“Oh, nothing much. I’m just going to enjoy the downtime with the girls. Staying in our pyjamas all day, eating junk food, and watching Christmas movies.”

“What about you and Carlos?” Nancy asked. “Let me guess, not leaving the bed unless absolutely necessary?” she teased.

TK snorted.

“I wish. Carlos has been planning the dinner for weeks. We’ve been all over the city to get ingredients and I thought he was going to cry when his schedule changed and he had to work Christmas Eve.”

“Are you hosting the family Christmas dinner then?”

“No, that’s the worst of it.” TK sighed. “Dad invited us over and so did his parents but we decided to stay home. So it’s just going to be the two of us. And he’s still bought enough food as if both our entire families are coming over.”

“Oh that sucks dude. Your husband cooking you a fancy holiday dinner? Damn that’s rough.” Nancy said sarcastically. “I’m glad nobody is going to do that for me this year. That would just suck.”

“Shut up.” TK rolled his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate him cooking us dinner, it’s that he’s stressing out over it when I would be happy with a frozen pizza and watching Home Alone in bed.”

“Have you tried telling him that?” Tommy asked. “Communication is the key to a long and happy marriage.”

“I have, but he just gives me the Carlos Cow Eyes and tells me he wants to make it special for us. And I can resist anything but that. Those soulful brown eyes will be the death of me.”

Tommy laughed.

“I remember those days well. Charles’ laugh made me melt when we first got married. And then when the girls were born, seeing him with them…” she sighed. “I was a goner.”

“Yeah, I’m still working on Carlos making friends with Lou. He’ll make him his salad and sometimes even feeds him crickets or meal worms but he still won’t touch him with more than just a finger.”

Nancy looked at him.

“How do you go from babies to lizards? Your mind is such a strange place sometimes.”

“Lou is our baby!” TK said as he turned the ambulance onto the street the firehouse was on. “What are your plans for the holidays anyway? Are you going to LA to meet up with Mateo and meet the family?”

“No, me and Marj are just going to hang out and spend it together. We’re getting Chinese food and I’m making her watch the Lord of the Rings movies because she’s never seen them.”

“Really? Do you have room for two more? We’ll bring snacks.” TK jokingly asked.

“No way dude, I need a break from seeing your face every day.”

“You see Marjan’s face every day too.”

“That’s different. I’m not stuck in an ambulance for hours with her every day. And she has a nicer face than you.” Nancy teased and jumped out of the ambulance after TK had parked it in its usual spot in the firehouse. “Oh look, if it isn’t mister soulful eyes. Hey Carlos.”

Carlos gave her a confused look but returned the greeting.

“Hey babe, Nancy doesn’t like my face.” TK mock pouted and kissed Carlos hello. “She says she needs a break from me.”

“Does she? Well then it’s her lucky day, because I’m here to take you home. And I do like your face. And the rest of you.”

“That’s good to hear. But my shift doesn’t end for another hour. And yours not until seven.”

“I pulled in a few favours. The guy who transferred here from New Jersey a few months ago agreed to cover for me if I introduce him to your dad sometime. He nearly fainted when I told him who my father in law is. Apparently Owen Strand is a legend over there.”

“Not just over there. He’s a legend over here too.” Owen walked up to them. “Did you know local news wants to interview me? They’re doing a local heroes feel good thing for the holidays. Exciting isn’t it?”

“Yeah, definitely. We should give you pictures to sign. You could hand them out to your fans on calls.” TK teased.

“Very funny. See if I mention my ungrateful gremlin of a son in my interview now. I’ll just mention my always friendly and nice son in law who is just the kind of person to stop by after his shift to wish everyone happy holidays.” Owen patted Carlos’ shoulder. “And happy holidays to you too, Carlos.”

They hung around the firehouse until the end of TK’s shift and then went home together after wishing everyone a happy Christmas. Only when they stepped outside the weather had changed for the worse. It had started raining and the wind had picked up.

“Good thing I picked up the last supplies for our Christmas dinner before I came here.” Carlos commented, looking at the dark clouds through the windshield of his car after they got in.

“Was there anything left in the store you hadn’t bought then?” TK said, only half joking. “We have enough food to last until Christmas next year.”

“I just… wanted us to have options. You didn’t want the turkey dinner…”

“So you just bought everything else?” TK asked and leaned over the gear stick to kiss Carlos’ cheek. “I love you but when I said I didn’t want the whole turkey dinner, I meant I didn’t want you spending the whole day in the kitchen cooking some 10 course meal. We could just get a burger or tacos on the way home.”

“We can’t get tacos at Christmas, TK.” Carlos insisted. “And I don’t want to drive halfway across the city in this weather anyway.”

By the time they made it home, the rain had gotten even worse and unfortunately Carlos’ usual parking space was taken, which meant they had to park further down the street and run to the front door.

They were both soaking wet in seconds and causing a mini flood when they walked into their loft a few minutes later.

TK dumped his keys in the bowl by the door and the bag he was carrying on the kitchen counter.

“This can wait.” He decided, and turned to Carlos. “You, me, shower, now.”

“You go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute. Just let me put this stuff away.” Carlos replied, opening the freezer and putting a tub of TK’s favourite ice cream in.

“Babe. I need to get out of these wet clothes… and I could use some help.” TK said, grabbing Carlos’ hand and dragging him to the bathroom. “Like I said… you, me, shower, now.”

In the end, Carlos didn’t need much convincing and TK decided that this was easily the best Christmas eve he’d ever had.

Especially since he spent the rest of the night making out on the sofa with his husband like a couple of teenagers, instead of watching some cheesy Christmas movie they’d put on as background noise.

When he woke up the next morning, he reached out for Carlos, hoping to convince him to sleep in or possibly even stay in bed the whole day, but found his side of the bed empty and cold.

He listened for clues on what Carlos was doing, and most importantly where, but didn’t hear much except the storm still raging outside their loft.

“Babe?” he called out, sitting up in bed. “Carlos?”

“I’m here.” Carlos appeared in the doorway carrying a tray filled with food and fresh juice. “I was making breakfast.” He put the tray on the nightstand and leaned down to kiss TK. “Good morning. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” TK replied and then did a double take. “Wait… you made me breakfast in bed? Who are you and what have you done to my husband?”

Carlos chuckled and got into bed.

“I wanted to do something nice for you. For us. We’ll just change the sheets when we’re done.”

“I could get used to this.” TK commented and bit into a chocolate covered strawberry. “Though we could’ve just gotten coffee and pastries from that place on fifth.”

“Not in this weather. The storm from last night has only gotten worse. My mom texted me earlier and told us not to drive out to the ranch because it’s too dangerous.”

“We weren’t going to…”

“I know. But now we’re officially excused. They have Ana and Diego and the kids staying with them anyway, they won’t miss us.”

After breakfast, TK managed to convince Carlos to stay in bed and watch a movie with him, even though he knew the other man was itching to get started on the Christmas lunch and dinner he’d planned.

The storm was still raging outside but snuggled up together under the covers in their bed, neither man really cared.

TK facetimed his mom and they watched Jonah tear open the presents they’d sent over.

“You two spoil him.” Gwyn said, sounding mildly exasperated but smiling. “Enzo and I agreed to keep it simple and then you two buy him everything from his list.”

“It’s for his birthday too.” TK argued. “And I just want him to know he has a cool big brother in Austin who will buy him cool presents.”

“He fought two soccer moms for that robot dog.” Carlos told Gwyn. “It got ugly.”

“It’s ok. There wasn’t any blood.” TK joked and they all laughed.

“Did you get our presents?” Gwyn asked.

“You mean the plane tickets in our names? As a not so subtle way of telling us to come visit?”

“I don’t do subtle. It just complicates things.” Gwyn argued. “And I haven’t seen you two since the wedding! It’s been way too long. I’ve almost forgotten what you look like.”

“You’re seeing us now.”

“I just see your face.”

“I’ve been told it’s a very nice face.”

“It is a nice face, I made that face. But I’d like to see the rest of you again too. And you too Carlos.”

“We’ll do our best to come visit as soon as we can in the new year.” Carlos promised and got out of bed. “I’ll leave you two to talk, I’ll get started on dinner.” He said and pulled one of TK’s hoodies over his head.

Only before he’d even made it out of the bedroom, there was a loud clash of thunder and the loft went dark.

“What the hell?”

Carlos tried the light switch next to the bedroom door but nothing happened.

“Is it just us?” TK asked, getting out of bed after quickly saying goodbye to his mom. “We didn’t have that many appliances running that we’d blow a fuse, did we?”

“I don’t know.” Carlos said, frustrated. “I’ll go check the fuse box downstairs. Do we still have that flashlight?”

“Kitchen drawer I think. Do we have any new fuses?”

“I don’t know. I thought I bought some when we moved in. When I moved in…”

“That was ages ago.”

“I know that, TK.” Carlos snapped but regretted it immediately. “It might not be the fuse anyway. I’ll just go have a look downstairs and we’ll take it from there.” He slipped on his work boots and grabbed his keys, and all but slammed into their neighbour when he opened the door.

“Oh, hi. Did your power just go out too?” she asked, looking past him into the loft. “I was talking to my sister in Ohio and suddenly everything went poof. I think it’s the storm.”

“Yeah, everything went black for us too.” Carlos told her and noticed more neighbours coming out of their apartments to see what was going on. “It looks like it’s the whole building.”

“Actually, it’s the whole city. Or parts of the city.” TK joined them in the doorway and showed Carlos his phone. “I still have that 911 scanner on my phone. There are calls coming in from all over the city. The storm knocked some power lines down and they can’t fix them until it’s over.”

“Fantastic.” Carlos felt a tension headache building behind his eyes.

“Do you boys have candles? I have plenty, you can have some. I like to light some for dinner this time of year. It gets dark so early.”

“Thanks, but we’re ok Mrs Evans.” TK said and quickly closed the door. “What do we do now?” He asked Carlos.

“I don’t know. We have all this food that’s going to go bad if we don’t eat it, but we can’t prepare it because our stove is electric. And the ice cream in the freezer is going to melt and I bought it especially for our Christmas dinner because it’s your favourite.”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” TK put his hands on Carlos’ shoulders to stop him from spiralling. “The food will keep for a while. It’s only been 10 minutes and if we keep the fridge closed, it’ll stay cool. And we’ll just eat the ice cream now.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. Why not? Our Christmas, our ice cream, our rules. Grab a spoon.”

They sat down at their dining table with the ice cream, even though neither of them really felt like it, and TK could tell Carlos was distracted.

“Babe, what are you thinking about?” he pushed.

“What are we going to do for food? We can’t even have leftovers because we can’t heat anything up.”

“We could go get tacos after all.”

“Are they even open on Christmas day?” Carlos asked and pulled out his phone to look it up, but put it back down again right away. “We need to preserve the batteries of our devices.” He explained.

TK wanted to argue that they probably wouldn’t last for the entire time the power was likely to be out, but then his phone started ringing in his hand.

“Dad, hi, not a good time right now.”

“Did you just lose power too? It looked like your area got hit too but the map I saw wasn’t too clear.”

“Yeah, everything is dark here.” TK sighed and looked at Carlos who had started pacing up and down the loft. “We’re kind of screwed because the stove is electric too.”

“Come to me.” Owen suggested. “Not me, me… but the firehouse. It has a generator so there is power and heat. And a working stove.”

“I don’t know dad, we wanted to just do our own thing this Christmas.”

“In an apartment without power? Don’t be ridiculous TK. Just pack up and come over here.”

After a few minutes back and forth and Carlos getting pulled into the conversation, they promised Owen they were on their way, and a little over an hour later, they walked into the firehouse.

“And there was me thinking I wouldn’t have to see this place for a week.” TK sighed.

They greeted his dad and the crew from B-shift and TK got Lou set up in Owen’s office while Carlos put the food away.

They joined the crew in the lounge area where everyone was gathered around the TV and keeping a close eye on the weather report. Carlos sat down in his usual spot next to TK but barely said a word to anyone.

When Tommy and the twins came in some time later, he got up to greet them and wish them a merry Christmas, but for Nancy, Marjan, Paul, and Asha, he barely managed more than a smile and a quick “Hey.”.

TK was starting to worry and enlisted Paul’s help to pull him out of his funk.

“Carlos my man.” Paul started, patting Carlos’ shoulder. “We need to feed these people. We don’t want Marjan getting hungry. I still wake up in a cold sweat remembering those first few days of Ramadan last year.”

“I heard that!” Marjan yelled.

“Good! You were hangry and we all suffered!”

Carlos laughed a little and agreed to help Paul cook.

“Do we have enough to feed all of these people?”

“Yeah I think so. Asha and I brought our food and I saw the mountain of food that was already in the fridge when I put ours in there. We’re alright. Come on, let’s figure out what to make.”

Carlos joined Paul in the kitchen and soon there were multiple pots on the stove and the firehouse was starting to smell amazing.

TK was put on chopping duty, while the Vega twins helped Owen set up extra tables and chairs for everyone, and Nancy and Marjan attempted to fold the paper napkins they found in fancy shapes following a YouTube tutorial.

“Babe, come taste this.” Carlos held out a spoon for TK. “Good?”

“Yeah, it’s amazing. Is this what you were planning on making for us at home?”

“No, but with the stuff that was in the fridge here, and the stuff Paul and Asha brought we were able to experiment a little.”

“We should let you experiment more often.” TK said and stole another bite of the sauce. “This is really good.”

“Yeah? Not too spicy?”

“No, it’s perfect. Just like you.”

Carlos blushed and ducked his head but still let TK kiss his cheek and returned the “I love you” he murmured in his ear.

“If you two are going to be like this all night, we’re going back to Nance’s apartment.” Marjan announced and everyone laughed.

“Yeah, have some mercy on us single people.” Owen said, joining in on the teasing and stealing a quick taste of the food.

Dinner was somewhat chaotic and a little cramped since the firehouse kitchen wasn’t built to seat this many people at once, but everyone enjoyed their meal, and each other’s company.

Even though B-shift got called out and Owen had to join them on their call and leave their makeshift Christmas party.

“I vote we put on LOTR.” Nancy told the rest when they’d all settled down in the lounge after dinner. “Marj has never seen them and I said I’d educate her this Christmas.”

“We were planning on watching The Holiday.” Tommy said. “You can’t go wrong with a romcom at Christmas.”

“I haven’t seen The Holiday either.” Marjan admitted. “I’m not a big movie person ok? I get bored.” She defended herself when Nancy asked how she’d managed that and the Vega twins started shooting movie titles at her to check which ones she had seen.

“I guess it’s Jude Law first, and Orlando Bloom second then.” Asha settled the debate. “It’s not like any of us are going anywhere any time soon.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me.” Paul started. “If any of you guys snore, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“You’ve shared a bunk room with most of us for years!” Marjan reminded him. “You know we don’t snore. Judd does. And Mateo sometimes.”

“And my dad.” TK grinned. “It used to wake me up when I was little. I thought it was the train going past our apartment but it was just him.” He said and everyone laughed.

They spent the rest of the night watching movies, and TK let Evie feed Lou and walk him around the firehouse on the leash and harness he’d bought a while ago.

Carlos had gone quiet again, but TK figured he was just tired and let him be.

By the time Owen returned with the B-shift, everyone was starting to get tired and Tommy took charge in working out the sleeping arrangements.

The twins wanted to sleep in the bunk room with the crew but Tommy insisted they slept in her captain’s quarters with her, while Owen gave up his to TK and Carlos.

“I know it’s nothing like your bed at home but it’s better than separate bunks with the rest of them right beside you.”

“We’re fine to sleep in the bunk room.” Carlos assured him. “We don’t want to put you out.”

“It’s fine. I insist.” Owen said and with TK’s help got Carlos to give in and accept the bed.

It was a small double bed barely big enough for the two of them, but they made it work.

“I’m sorry.” Carlos sighed, trying to get comfortable in the small bed after TK had turned off the lights and gotten into bed with him.

“Sorry for what?”

“For ruining our first Christmas as a married couple.”

“What? What are you talking about? Unless you caused this storm and the power cut, you didn’t ruin anything.” TK insisted. “And even if you did cause it, I’ve had a great night. I have you, Lou, my dad, our friends… That’s all I need.”

“I just… I had all these plans. I wanted to cook you something nice and exchange gifts by our tree and just… make our own traditions.” Carlos explained, avoiding looking at TK. “Especially after I made you deal with all of the crazy Reyes family traditions last year.”

“I had a great time last year too.” TK promised. “Especially when your abuela started talking about what Christmas was like when you were little. I loved that little look into how you grew up.”

“She was just happy to have someone to talk to that hadn’t heard all of her stories about 500 times before.”

“Well it’s a good thing I was a willing audience then.” TK laughed a little. “She even went out of her way to speak English with me the whole night, and she was so excited when I told her I was learning Spanish.”

“Yeah she told me to hold onto you when we left because you were a good boy with a good heart.” Carlos told him, smiling at the memory. “The whole Reyes family loves you.”

TK smiled and wrapped his arms around Carlos a little tighter.

“That’s good, but I’m only really interested in one of them loving me. Though technically his name is Reyes-Strand now.”

Carlos sighed and rolled onto his back.

“That’s why I wanted this Christmas to be special. The start of our life together.”

“Technically our life together started a long time ago.”

“You know what I mean.” Carlos sighed again. “Everything is official now. We’re married, the name change has gone through… I wanted things to be special. Perfect. Not… whatever this disaster was.”

“Baby, look at me.” TK said and waited for Carlos to do so. “I don’t care about presents or the perfect dinner… All I want for Christmas is you.” He said and kissed him for emphasis.

“Did you just quote Mariah Carey at me?”

TK shrugged.

“She made a pretty good point with that song.”

[queeniecook]

June 20 - Part 3

After Rahmi came and got Josie and Lucky, I tried to walk around a bit. Annalise said it's good for helping my body along with labor. I made it slowly to the living room and saw Dakota.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Dakota asks me, stunned to see me upstairs.

"Annalise said walking is good during active labor." I explained, reaching for his hand. "I want to go sit on the porch for a bit and get some fresh air."

Dakota nods and grasps my hand, walking with me outside. I was still able to walk on my own but I felt better having someone with me. Caleb was talking to Lilith, Lily and Annalise about a few things for after delivery.

We reach the love seat on the porch and Dakota helps me sit down. Still not the most comfortable but it felt good to get off my feet for a few moments. "So, anything new with you?"

"You're a bit crazy, you know that? You're in labor and you're asking if anything is new with me." Dakota comments.

I laughed softly "Helps get my mind off it, plus Jillian sent me a odd text saying you two had news..."

Dakota nods his head and begins looking like a kid in a candy store. "Jillian is pregnant."

My eyes almost popped out of my head and not from a contraction. "Wow. Congratulations!"

I really am happy for them, there was a small little twinge of something in my heart that I couldn't and wouldn't name but overall, I felt thrilled for them. I know they'll make good parents.

"It was a shock at first but now I'm excited. I always planned on having kids someday and it looks like we're starting now." Dakota told me. 

I wanted to continue our conversation but I felt a contraction starting. I gripped Dakota's hand and he looked at me like "Ow", I softly apologized and had him helped me back inside while he called for Caleb.

We passed by Lily and Lilith, who were talking out front. Lily had shifted into her werewolf form, the first time I had seen her transformed. Once we got back inside, Dakota handed me off to Caleb who led me towards his study.

Annalise listened to the baby's heartbeat - which was good and checked me to see how far dilated I was. Not close enough.

"Is there a way to hurry this along?" I asked, rubbing my stomach on my both sides. It didn't really help.

"Other than what you've been doing so far? Not really. In this case, it really is best to just let your body and nature do the work. It's the safest way unless you want to do a C-section?" She asked me.

I shook my head, only if it became necessary.

Caleb helped me back down the stairs and I had to go pee. I assume I did anyway. It was kind of hard to tell at that point.

"This sucks." I mumbled, leaning against my husband after I washed my hands and face up a bit. Caleb swayed with me, he looked content for the most part. Jerk. 

"It will be worth it in the end. We will finally get to meet our baby." He reminded me softly, while rubbing my back. I whimpered and squeezed his shoulders through the pain, at least I can't really hurt him. Though the idea might be tempting later on.

Once the intense pain passed, Caleb gathered me up and carried me into our bedroom. He was aiming for our bed but I told him I wanted to sit with him on our love seat. I felt bone tired and trying to nap sounded good.

After Caleb made himself more comfortable, outfit wise, he cuddled me into him and I managed to doze off somehow.

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[fantastic-wizards]

( @fallencrowns - continued )

Albus nodded. "Yes. They've been trying to recruit me for quite some time," he explained. "I have never taken the offer seriously --- mostly because it's a position of power I don't need or want. However, with how things are in the wizarding world, perhaps it is worth seriously considering."

His incident with Travers was merely added motivation. How he would love to see the man's face once he realizes the man he cuffed was now the new boss. It was certainly the kind of petty motivation Albus needed to consider the job offer. However, Albus wasn't driven by petty feelings alone. Ever since Gellert began making waves in the media, Albus had this nagging feeling that maybe he should consider taking the job, if only because he'd have the full power of the Ministry's resources behind him making it a whole lot easier to bring the man down. So what was stopping him? Old, lingering feelings and a distaste at the idea of holding one of the most powerful positions in the wizarding world. If he thought his life sucked now, he shuddered to think how bad it would become once he became THE guy. The Prophet would be on his doorstep every morning and he'd have no choice but to deal with it.

"They approached me before Gellert's propaganda took off. After, they became a little more desperate in their attempts. And now Travers is out to make me look bad because I've been unwilling to put my life on the line at his command. While it is true I am a little more than teed off about how they've been treating me, maybe it is time for some competence in that position."

He shook his head. "I've not put my name in the hat for Headmaster of Hogwarts. If you have heard anything, it is all Dippet's doing. He's been throwing around hints every time we chat, but I think he's overlooking some other capable wizards. Between you and Minerva, Hogwarts would be in capable hands either way." He looked down. "I love this school, but I need to seriously contemplate where I can do the most good. Nothing has been decided of course. I cannot hope to concentrate on what's best for our world until a few of my own personal issues get resolved."

And by own issues he meant the troth and being cuffed by the Ministry. He also wanted to see how nasty this 'war' turned first. The Ministry's resources could be a viable aid, but he didn't HAVE to have them. He was more than capable of getting his own hands dirty if it meant bringing Gellert to a heel.

As for the headmaster position, there was a time he could see himself as the leader around here. With how much heart he put into his teachings, there was no place he'd rather be than overseeing young minds. Hogwarts was his 'home' away from home, which he didn't have much of these days truth be told. But would it be a selfish, cowardly move to stay behind these high walls? That was the question he needed answering before he made a decision. His legacy was riding on this war. Legacy didn't mean as much to Albus as it did Gellert, but he still didn't wish to go down in history as a coward who hid behind his school.

Ah but he found himself smiling a little as Corvinus sought to tease him about their future sparring session. Albus had no idea just how strong the other might be. He only knew that Corvinus would give him a run. Toning it down would probably be necessary for the sake of a friendly spar. He just hoped Corvinus didn't think he couldn't handle being pushed. Being pushed was probably something Albus needed if truth be told. Gellert certainly wasn't going to hold back and maybe Corvinus shouldn't either.

"As I said, I am not a baby. A flustered mess from time to time, but I do not think you will need to hold back that much. It is nice knowing there is someone around here willing to push me hard. Or even hurt me a little if need be. No one else will." He paused. "Perhaps that sparring session can happen on this trip you've mentioned… If you still wish for me to go."

Up until now, he had many doubts about being left alone with Corvinus, many of which had a lot to do with the tension he felt. Even now, the idea of being alone with him made him nervous, but if they actually saw this relationship through, they would likely be alone quite a lot. He couldn't imagine many days or nights passing in which they didn't at least read together or share a cup of tea while here at the school. Hopefully by the time this trip rolled around, he would be more comfortable in his own skin and spending time with someone he was growing to care about a lot more than he should.

A perfect match. Albus found cheeks darkening as he looked away briefly, thinking back to that old saying about opposites attracting. Albus never put much stock into some of those old sayings, but this was one that was having the last laugh right about now. If Corvinus was Salazar Slytherin and Albus something akin to Godric Gryffindor, they couldn't be more opposite if they tried. Ironic really given how their personalities mirrored the founders own. Albus was nothing short of arrogant in his young age, but quickly humbled by the death of his sister. The irony here though made Albus wonder if history truly did repeat itself and if so, would it end badly this time around?

God he hoped not. Be it his fight with Gellert or this scary attraction to Corvinus, he hoped something good would come of this era. The idea of falling to ruin and being unworthy of the Gryffindor who's soul he embodied did a number on his nerves. It was far too soon to tell which way destiny was leaning so he would stomach his worries for the time being. But he knew they would creep up on him from time to time. It couldn't be helped when so much was riding on his ability to make the best decisions going forward.

"Thank you… for understanding," he spoke quietly. "I would rather you not leave me a flustered mess before the wrong people. As you know, I am terrible at keeping a straight face sometimes. I try but… you make it quite difficult with your words."

But flirty banter and the prospects of a nice time aside, it came full circle to the very thing that's prevented Albus from doing much of anything in years. That tiny, beautiful necklace that was as lovely as it was deadly. The necklace was hanging around Albus' neck though out of sight. However, just the mere mention of it had the chain coiling about his neck possessively as if to remind the wearer that it was there.

"To be honest Ophiucus, there is a lot I do not understand about its power." He moved to lean his body against the desk, back to Corvinus as he spoke. "We likened the pact to our own version of marriage vows. It was kind of a joke really until it wasn't. We had it in our heads that nothing could ever tear us apart. Neither of us imagined that life would get in the way or that I would choose to honor my responsibilities in the end as opposed to running off with him --- which had been the initial plan. I was to run away with him leaving the world behind. We were going to go on an adventure, gain more power and just… be happy outside the little box that everyone was pushing me into."

He toyed with the pendant through his shirt, eyes closing as he spoke. He could see them now back then, laying in the grass and making all those grand plans. Then hell was unleashed and the dream died instantly.

"We called the words spoken over the troth 'vows' --- as if we were vowing to never hurt the other. Does that mean both physically and emotionally? I couldn't say. We were so in love that I went along with everything he wanted because I didn't want to lose him."

He took a breath, fingers clasping around the pendant. "If I take this off for too long, it makes me sick. I've noticed that I get terrible headaches and I feel weak --- as if the troth's draining me of my magic. But that's... I don't think that has anything to do with my interest in you. I just think the necklace needs to be worn. One of us has to have it on us or I guess it thinks we're up to something. I don't know. I don't have much experience with this kind of thing, but Gellert did. And he probably knows a lot more about it than I do, but you know he's not going to give that information out freely --- not when its protecting him as well."

Albus let out a breath, feeling tired all of a sudden. It was getting late and with the conversation having turned to heavier topics, he was beginning to feel the strain of it all. plus the day's work. "Can we pause here for the night?" he asked. "I'm not... trying to run away from the topic or you this time. I just... I don't have any answers. I did a dumb thing years ago without truly understanding what I was getting myself into. It's humiliating really, but I cannot change what's been done." Albus went quiet pushing himself straighter and standing. Turning to face the desk, he gave Corvinus a most apologetic, but sincere look as he spoke. "I understand if... you think it's too much of a hassle to deal with. Believe me, I get it. But I don't have any more information that could help you... help us. Everything is mere guess work from this point on."

[clairethecutepup]

Flying Worst Class, Ch. 1: "All Aboard!"

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[Chapter 1: All Aboard!]

Another night, another load of lost luggage at the Wolfuch's airport: Blauer Himmel Airlines. After all, "Das Blaue vom Himmel versprechen," they say; and you can't find any greater false promises than whatever "blue" ones a sky gives you. Fitting for a place that never had its planes arrive on time and all that... Did you not read the part about their inability with luggage transportation? Still, despite their questionability in maintaining and running everything, the place went about business as usual. 

Look at this marshaller: a fellow whose darker skin makes it necessary to wear Christmas lights during his nightly shifts, lest he become the runway version of roadkill. Of course, it did not go without its mockery: often, he'd find his snickering coworkers setting down presents beside him, as he worked. Don't even get him started, when it came to sneaking the occasional star onto his head. But cry for him not, whenever he got annoyed enough or received a terrible boxed gift (socks especially!), he could always utilize his marshaling wands to sic a plane or two after them. Sure, it leads to the expected damage of property and person, but teaching people a lesson always makes things worthwhile-- especially when they can't fire you; as marshallers aren't exactly plentiful in hireability, as of late.

Enough of him, though, look toward the next two cogs within this airport machine: a pair of baggage handlers that constituted 90% of why this place sucks with luggage. The other 10% comes from the pilots' inability to, sometimes, distinguish their landing gear button from the luggage hatch’s. Hey, when you're suddenly in dire need of losing weight, to maintain air, it helps. Unfortunately, it qualifies as "homicide" to shove the disgusting peasants in "third class," "economy," whatever out into the sky. Sorry, but human "rights" are really meant to be an earned privilege, in one way or another.

Oh, wait, sorry, we were talking about baggage handlers, not the sad facts of life. So, yeah, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb there often had a nonchalant attitude about things. Is something “fragile”? They apparently think it demands roughness. Did something open up and spill all over? Hey, they’re supposed to be the luggage handlers, not the janitors, so it’ll just stay that way till someone else or the wind cleans it up. Are they tasked with loading the cure for cancer onboard? Eh, if something happens to it, the person who made it can just make it again. Unfortunately, while baggage handlers aren't as few and far as those fit to be marshallers, the airport didn't want to try their luck at doing far worse than these two.

Yet, our focus isn’t meant to be the many odd faces of the airport, but one person arriving at it: Ookami Kyukyoku. Hopefully, she isn’t too late to catch up with her desired people… Yes, “she,” down to her pants’ contents at birth, so ignore the masculine build and all that. Hey, she’s not calling you a liar over your claims of not being a mule, despite being as ugly as one, so she also deserves the respect of taking another’s word. Anyway, Ookami’s taxi finally managed to reach the desired airport.

“Okay, Mac,” the driver faces her, “that’ll be €25,50.”

“Keep the change!”

Ookami hurries out from the taxi cab, after handing him her debit card. The driver isn’t sure what exactly to do, but he shrugs it off and believes he’ll figure it out. Then, Ookami proceeds to immediately stop a passing mother and her stroller-sat infant.

“Quickly!” Ookami grabs the other woman, “Which way did they go?”

“Who?”

The infant makes its usual sounds of gibberish, getting Ookami’s attention. She kneels in front of its stroller.

“You did?” she asks, “Which way?”

The baby gurgles again and points, while shaking its rattle in the other hand.

“Much appreciated!”

Ookami continues her fast walking pace and officially enters the building. Of course, she instantly attracts a swarming crowd of various recruiters and others who assume their advertised cause is worthwhile. After all, everyone knows people trying to catch planes always have time for “sky men” or who-gives-a-damn.

“Excuse me, do you wish to avoid eternal damnation and experience salvation, by our Lord’s hand?”

“I’d rather experience your removal, by my hand!”

The Jehova Witnesses are flung into the trash cans.

“Excuse me, you look like someone who’d be interested in saving 15% or more on car insur--!”

“You’ll need insurance: health insurance!”

The Gecko Insurance agents go flying out the window.

“Excuse me, would you like to buy some cookies?”

“I’d rather sell some suffering-- for free!”

The girl scout is kicked headfirst into the ceiling, with the rest of her body hanging below it. Everyone else gets the message and immediately backs off from the raging she-wolf, as she continues her way through the building.

“Jeez,” the dangling girl scout crosses her arms, “a simple, ‘No thanks,’ would’ve been fine…”

Ookami finally reaches the reception desk and the woman behind it.

“Quick, do you know which way they went?”

“Oh, your wife and daughter? They boarded Flight NC-17, which is that way.”

Ookami is mortified Sherubi would bring Claire on such a plane.

“Oh, for goodness sake…” the receptionist rolls her eyes, “You people, sometimes… It’s just a flight number, caused by some *IATA people deciding to have too much fun, okay? Ugh, it’s ‘PEN-15’ all over again…”

Ookami shakes her head and regains her composure.

“Well, whichever flight they might be on, I need you to help me board it, please!”

“Alright, what section are you hoping for: first, second, trash…?”

“Wherever they’ll be sitting, please.”

“Alright, then here you are.”

“Thank you, keep the change!”

Ookami quickly takes the ticket and hands over her credit card, before heading to the boarding gate and handing her ticket over. After ensuring the appropriate “Admit One” and flight gate numbers on either side, upon its tiny and paper body, the gate agent pulls out his ticket puncher.

“Alright, you’re free to board the plane,” he makes a hole, not looking up, “... When it actually gets here, of course,” he looks up and around, “Uh, hello…?”

Ookami reapproaches him: her body is now within a wheelchair, neck brace and two leg casts.

“You know, information like that can be quite helpful, the sooner it’s shared…”

“Hey, you were the one that decided to go waltzing in, before they even attached the bridge.”

“Fair point…”

At the very least, Ookami realized she could wait for Sherubi and Claire. … Or, stupidly see if she can still find them, since they’d still be within the airport then. Well, to be fair, she apparently has something that’s so important to give her wife, she can’t really afford to wait the slightest amount of seconds… Okay, just know it’s on your head, Genius, when the boarding call for Flight NC-17 is announced and you’re rushing to get there before it leaves. Oh yeah, that’s what happened next.

Ookami spins her chair’s wheels, as fast as she possibly can. No one is spared her vehicular manslaughter, so long as they’re in her way… Actually, does it still count, if your “vehicle” isn’t an automobile? Then again, it probably doesn’t count, as “manslaughter” stems from stupidity than simply not caring. Sorry, the correct terminology should be: “No one is spared her ‘wheely’ homicide”... Okay, no one is actually dying, but they sure feel that way.

Once she reaches the plane, she awkwardly shuffles into the aircraft: she stands from her chair and hops inside, as she struggles to remove her casts and brace. Little did she know, it’s all a (literal) downward spiral from here…

… Okay, yeah, technically, she still has to go “upward,” as a grounded plane can’t exactly get any low--... You know what? Just shut up and feel suspenseful for the next chapter!!

[End Chapter 1]

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((*IATA, “International Air Transportation Association”: they’re the trade association behind the worldwide system of airlines. See? This isn’t just mindless and stupid entertainment, it can also be mentally enriching.))

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Author's Notes:

Well, it's always nice to attempt a bit of dry and sarcastic humor, as a narrator. Hopefully, I've been doing a fine enough job of capturing the humorous spirit of Airplane! so far. I also wish there was a way to decrease an image size, whenever you're only putting in one image. Aw well, what're you gonna do?

Anyway, good to see that Tumblr allows you to paste text as is, including any font modifications of italicizing or bolding. Key writing advice here: always use italicizes for emphasizing and throw in bolding when it's meant as something extra emphasized, as capitalization is irritating to readers and capitalization is associated with yelling. I mean, how awkward would it read, if a character allegedly was meant to scream only one word louder than the others-- even if they're supposed to be shouting the entire sentence, per the exclamation mark?

I'm also practicing the habit of appropriately utilizing semi-colons and colons, as repetitive punctuation (periods, commas...) can be quite irritating. Hopefully, I'm doing grand, thus far-- especially when it comes to simply knowing when it's not necessary to have commas, in general. I just go by the general rule of: "What reads easiest?" After all, the main point of grammar is ensuring people actually know what you're trying to say through writing.

Also, never immediately post your writing, when you're done. Always give it one final re-read, before you submit it anywhere: see if you can add things that read easier, add parts that are slightly better... all that good stuff.

[dwter]

i knew the meet up would make me happy i just didn't think this happy i thought we'd be in the trenches but we got the big cc's on our side fighting for us

ME TOOOOOO i was genuinely dreading the fallout and yes the fallout has been bad but like. i no longer have to fight wounded and scarred in the flooded trenches drowning me whole I CAN JUST BE HAPPY i can just be fawking happy knowing i no longer have to prove to the world dreams treatment from the internet is inhumane and heartbreaking and fight the grief i cant spoonfeed empathy to the world for him and that he really is just some guy who is the target of some of the most vitriolic treatment ive ever seen online BC OTHER PPL ARE DOING IT FOR ME AND DOING IT TO PEOPLE WHO WANT/NEED/WILL LISTEN TO THEM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i fucking won baby WE FUCKING WONNNNNNNN 😭🙌🏽🌟

[watermelonlovershigh]

Hey, can you write a blurb about Harry fucking y/n's mouth really hard, it brings tears to her eyes and she chokes but both of them have a great time. Then after, when it's after care time, y/n's throat is hurting and Harry takes a look, feeling bad seeing it all red. Maybe he makes her tea and just a lot of fluff!

AN: i got this request today and found the motivation to write it. and because i only write about soft!harry, it was difficult to write such a topic but i made it as soft as i possibly could. otherwise i don't think i would have been able to write about face fucking. and i know i said i may be less active and that still is true. my internet still sucks and won't get fixed until monday. so if this gets posted without complications, its a miracle

This story contains: face fucking (not too rough), comfort, aftercare

{ husband!harry - no kids - dunkirk harry era }

word count: 747

Harry face fucks you for the first time and then brings you tea to help your sore throat afterwards.

"You sure you want to do this, love?" Harry questions as you're kneeled down in front of his naked standing figure, on the floor of the bedroom. See, face fucking is something new to you both. You don't normally do anything rough during sex or foreplay. But you saw a face fucking video and thought, why not give it a try. Just once and if you don't like it than you'll never do it again.

Looking up, you mutter, "Yes Harry, I'm sure. Just you know........, pay attention to me s'all. Like to make sure I'm okay and if it gets too much, I'll pinch your thighs." You did trust Harry. That wasn't the issue. Its just doing something to this level in the bedroom is nerve racking for you both and you'll need all the comfort you can get in such a vulnerable situation.

"Okay m'love. I'll be sure not to go too rough." Harry replies gently and takes a hold of his hard cock, bringing it towards your mouth. You happily open your mouth wide and allow his shaft to slip along your tongue, hitting the back of your throat. Fortunately, you don't have much of a gag reflex. If you did, you don't think you'd be able to do this without throwing up on his dick.

Once he's all the way inside, Harry grabs your hair at the back of your head and pulls his hips back. Then he thrust forward, making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and your eyes start watering. He's careful not to pull your hair too hard because he knows you're tender headed. Harry is also looking down and watching your reaction, making sure you're alright the entire time.

With your hands grabbing the back of Harry's thighs, you allow him to fuck his cock in and out your mouth. The only negative side to this that you can spot is the back of your throat is becoming sore from bruising. Other than that and maybe excess drool dripping onto the floor and your thighs, you actually kinda enjoying this. Just something about trusting Harry enough to do this makes you feel comfortable.

As the minutes go on, Harry knows he's about to come. He can feel his stomach muscles flutter and his legs become wobbly. His chest is heaving and his vision is becoming blurry. "M'gonna come, baby. Fuckin' hell!" Harry moans out.

Suddenly, you feel ropes of Harry's cum drip down your throat as he holds your head down on his cock. Your nose is pressed to his hairy mound. You focus on relaxing your throat so you don't choke more than necessary. Harry lets a high pitched noise exit his wide opened mouth, head tilted back towards the ceiling. When he feels you squeeze his thighs extra hard, he pulls your head back and off his cock.

You instantly inhale a deep breath and wipe away your teary eyes. Harry looks down, still breathing heavy, and asks, "You alright? Didn't go too hard did I?"

Catching your breath, you answer with a very hoarse voice, "No, I liked it. Maybe not something we do often but on occasion, yeah. And just um, might need some tea for my throat. It's kinda hurting from having your dick hit the back of it repeatedly."

Harry smiles and bends down to lift your naked body up off the bedroom floor. He sets you on the bed and instructs, "Stay right there, alright. Be right back. Gonna get a cloth to clean your thighs and chin with and bring you back a cup of warm tea to sooth your throat."

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Minutes later, Harry brings back a damp cloth and helps you clean up your thighs and chin that are sticky with your saliva. Then he hands you the warm cup of tea. You take slow sips and it instantly makes your throat feel better.

"I feel bad that I hurt your throat though." Harry sighs sadly as he leans against the headboard in a pair of fresh boxers.

You set the cup of tea beside the bed and move to straddle his lap. Then you lean forward and hug around his upper body, head laying on his shoulder. "Don't feel bad, Harry," you rasp out, "I enjoyed it. I trust you and know you'd never hurt me on purpose."

After that, you both just lay in that position for a while before getting ready for bed.

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[thebadgerclan]

Morning

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Purple Heart Anon

Summary: A morning romp followed by a revelation...

Smut!

Aleksander woke to you softly grinding against his leg, gentle sighs and whimpers leaving your lips.  Your husband smirked, pressing his lips to your forehead, gently stroking your arm.  “Y/N, darling, wake up.”  His voice made you stir, and your hips stilled.  “Sasha?” you asked, voice rough, and your husband smiled, kissing you deeply.  “What were you dreaming about, love?  You were grinding against me.”

You felt your face warm, but found yourself rolling your hips against Aleksander’s thigh nonetheless.  “Aleksander, I–”  “Shhh,” he said, cupping your cheek, kissing you again.  “I will never complain about being woken up by my gorgeous wife rubbing her pretty cunt on me.  My only question now is: do you want this?”  Aleksander always secured your content before he did anything, and you nodded, breathing “yes,” against his lips.

Your husband pushed his pajama pants down to his thighs, freeing his hard cock, and lifted the hem of your nightgown, pushing the center of your panties aside.  Aleksander found you wet for him, and he moaned softly as he hitched your leg over his hip, moving closer to you.  At your insistent kiss, your husband aligned his cock with your pussy and gently thrust into you.  Your eyes rolled back in your head as your cunt was stretched and filled, and Aleksander kissed you, trailing his lips down your neck as he shallowly rolled his hips, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit.

“Aleksader, Sasha, yes,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, letting your head loll back against the pillows.  “Y/N, fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he praised, pulling your nightgown down to lick and suck at your nipples, which made you moan louder.  “So pretty, my beautiful wife.   I love you so much.”  His cock was barely dragging in and out of you, but the head massaged your g-spot with every motion of his hips, causing shockwaves and sparks of pleasure to fill your body.

You felt so full; held in Aleksander’s arms, the thick blankets draped over the two of you, the sun barely peeking through the drapes, his hard cock inside you.  You moaned softly as Aleksander brought his lips to yours once more, kissing you passionately yet lazily.  There was no rush, no hurry to get you off; it was gentle, slow, leisurely, tender.  “I think we should start every morning like this,” your husband said. Snaking an arm around your waist to hold you closer.  “Fucking my wife as soon as she’s awake.  Does that sound like a good idea, lapushka?”

“Yes, Sasha,” you moaned, threading your fingers through your husband’s hair.  “Oh fuck, yes!”  You began gently rocking your hips against Aleksander’s, feeling your orgasm slowly building.  Your husband continued to press kisses all over your face, thrusting a bit faster.  Whimpers and moans left both of your mouths, and soon, you felt yourself seconds away from coming.  Aleksander knew, and he reached between you to properly rub your clit.

“Come for me, my love,” he whispered.  “Let me hear you.”  You let the pleasure envelope you, and you sighed Aleksander’s name as you came, shuddering in his embrace.  Your husband met his high soon after, spilling himself in your cunt, moaning your name in your ear.  He was still for several minutes before gently withdrawing with a kiss to your forehead.  He rolled out of bed and began walking to the bathroom, you knew for a vial of your Alkemi contraceptive, whispering “Stay here” with a kiss to your forehead,  but you cleared your throat.  “Sasha, come back to bed.”

“Y/N what about the–?”  “It’s not necessary.”  Something in the tone of your voice made Aleksander cock his head, and he returned to your side.  “I’m pregnant, Aleksander.”  The contraceptive was nearly 100% effective, but somehow, it had failed.  You weren't trying for a baby, but you also didn’t not want one.  You were worried, however, about how Aleksander would react.  He blinked at you, clearly collecting his thoughts.  “I don’t know if you know this, but I love you,” he said, and you cocked your head.  “Of course I know that, Sasha, wha–”

“Because I might just love this baby a thousand times more.”  And he lunged at you, kissing you deeply and pulling you into his arms.  “You’re not upset?”  “How could I be upset?  My love, this is something I’ve wanted for a long time, I just didn’t know if you were ready.”  You smiled, relieved by his reaction.  “How long have you known?”  “Just a few days,” you said, and Aleksander kissed you again, letting his hand rest on your belly.  “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me, Y/N.  I love you so much.  And I love our little one.”  The two of you fell back asleep in each other’s arms, Aleksander’s dreams filled with visions of his unborn child, a smile on his face.

[sukirichi]

omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink) 

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

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You were so good for him �� it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands  tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh. 

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.  

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him. 

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you. 

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out. 

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true. 

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought. 

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.

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Not on my boat

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | whilst helping Sam fix his boat, during the midst of its progression, Bucky corners you within the old Wilson heirloom, leaving your friend and future captain, rather disgusted in the both of you.

Warnings | tfatws spoilers, mentions of death, some angst, smut, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, bit of choking, swearing

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Hearing the waves crash against the side of the boat brought a smile upon your face, as you felt the breeze brush against your face. It was peaceful, fixing something rather than leaving it broken in order to save lives. If you weren’t swarmed with the government on your tail about how you were not allowed to use your powers, you’d be living out a free and happy life with the man you loved.

You were enduring a break from your assistance on the old Wilson vessel, your legs plodded around its platform, as you surveyed every piece that was in progress. Soon it would be in tip top shape, and when Sam and Bucky’s relationship was on par with that, that was when the two of you had planned to leave. There were plenty of things the two of you had to make up for before you could reside in peace; one of those things was that list of his.

It was a ledger of the amends that he had to make, a reminder of all the lives that had either taunted his own, or he had stolen from whilst he was not himself. James did not deserve the grievance that he was pardoned with, he was struggling, that much was clear. He had lost Steve, and then he was forced to watch as the shield had been handed off to some wanna be cap. To say he had been furious at Sam was a deep understatement, but as said, he was making amends.

Sam was a good man, you had learnt that much from the time that you had spent avenging to him. You had yet to tell him, but you weren’t planning on going back to that life after Karli was stopped, you wanted to continue working in the small shot bar slash grill, where Bucky and Youri would visit during your hours for lunch, and remain in that partition of worlds. Having Bucky and normalcy was a fine balance, which was a deep seated structure that you deeply needed.

If you did not have that then you were sure you’d explode, and hurt someone, or break something. That was no longer your duty, the fighting that you had spent most of your life giving into was coming to an end, and you were more than fine with that. A civilian life sounded good enough, and something that you could definitely settle for, though, you weren’t sure that Bucky would do the same, you hoped that he would.

That gleam in his eye was far too noticeable every time that he looked at that star striped shield. It had brought him much pain, but it had been there in the corner of his sight everywhere he had went. And now, Sam Wilson, the man that his best friend had entrusted with it, finally accepted the mantle, holding it in his firm grasp, ready to become the next captain to walk the earth, and both you and him knew that he would do far better than Walker could.

He was already a hero, he’d been fighting the Sam foes as Steve for some time, that was enough to know that he was ready. His hesitancy had been understandable, more so after listening to Isiah, though, it was nice to see Sam take his own path on this one. There were pictures of his younger self assembled upon the wooden walls, he was with his sister Sarah. She seemed like a nice woman, a part of you wished that you get to know her better, but she wasn’t a buyer into the whole superhero get advantages agenda, and nor were you.

From what you could tell, Sam had his advantage right here; his family. Sarah was supportive of him, always aiding him necessary, whilst she simultaneously raised to young boys, that looked admirably up to their uncle, and feeding the kids that they went to school with because their parents had no intention to. If you could, you’d buy a replica of her life, her head was above water, although the boat almost wasn’t.

The boat. It was an heirloom, something that you did not have of your own family. Everyone was gone, the only person you had was Bucky, and thinking of him caused a light chuckle to fall from your lips, he made you endlessly happy. But neither of you could have the picture perfect life, and that was why the pair of you worked, you were each well aware of the restrictions that taunted you both, and had both been down dark roads on more than one occasion.

Things were turning brighter though, as the sun glared through the old glass, casting luminosity to stroke the high points of your face. A gently creak had your head diverting to the door way, where no other than James Barnes was leant up against, his metal arm pressed to the frame as he adoringly swept his oceanic pools over your form, slowly stepping closer.

“What are you thinking about doll?” He asked you, his tone genuine, as you sighed from his words, rubbing your eyelid as you felt a small itch. You puffed your cheeks, as you placed your hands on the super soldier’s waist, rubbing small and vigilant circles through his grey shirt.

“Too much.” It was an honest answer, everything was rattling around like pins in your mind, sinking in and letting loose to their own will. They could not be organised, they would only tumble about again, until the box was empty, though, for now, you had nowhere else to put them.

“Sarah said we could spend the night.” At his words, you hummed, taking note once more of how generous the woman indeed was. “We get the couch, so you best be on your best behaviour baby girl, nothing dirty goes on inside.” A small smirk crept its way onto his handsome face as you gasped at his spoken intention, lightly hitting the vibranium of his arm.

“Why do you blame me for not keeping it in my pants?” You interrogated him, glaring up at the man with a furrow between your brows. “You’re the one that corners me, a lot like this actually, so that you can get your own way and fuck m- oh, that’s exactly what you’re doing now, isn’t it?” You scoffed, crossing your arms and stepping away due to the man’s hormonal impulses. “Why am in not surprised?” You asked yourself, shaking your head at the behaviour of your partner.

“Hey, I’m doing us both a favour. Sex in someone else’s house is not exactly appreciated, and there’s kids, that i would rather not risk getting caught by.” He moved towards you, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, as he pulled you closer by his grip. “At least then, there’s a chance I can survive the night, without being woken up by you sucking me off, or riding me.”

He was pushing your buttons, and he far well knew that, almost too well. It was his technique to get you riled up, that way, there’d be no dismissal of his current proposal, though, you continued to wear that adorable frown that he loved so much, and so, he gave your ass another firm squeeze, causing you to gasp against his chest. “Fucking on their dead parents’ boat isn’t exactly respectful either.”

“We’re helping fix it, may as well take our break on board, let loose a little, release all that’s clouding your mind.” He shrugged, knowing that his words were tempting you into complying with his lustrous whim, and so, to put another step in to helping his cause, he stepped back, reaching behind him to pull his shirt over the back of his neck, leaving his muscular torso bare, and free for your eyes to roam.

“That’s not fair.” You whined at him, not stopping yourself as you moved closer, and smoothed your hands down his stomach. “You’re such a tease Barnes, why couldn’t you have just fingered me in the public bathroom and waited until tomorrow?” A groan slipped from your mouth, as you peppered kisses over his warm flesh, tasting the sweat on his skin as your tongue swiped over the ridges of his six pack.

“Where would the fun have been in that?” He watched you roll your eyes, but continue to work your way down to his navel, stroking his v line with your fingertips. “We’ve had sex on a plane, might as well add a boat to the list.” Bucky remarked, groaning as you put your weight down onto your knees, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, as you palmed him through the denim of his jeans.

He could feel his cock stirring beneath the material, wanting more, eager to breach the layers that were keeping your tongue from rotating around him. But he remained still, as you swept your hair out from your face, the noise of your pulling down his zipper audible, as you sent him a naughty grin. The man above you licked his lips, breathing a sigh of relief when you tugged his jeans and boxers down, his erection swiftly bouncing up, the leaking tip pointing rudely at your face.

With a quick hand, you grasped his length, rubbing over his veins as you pumped him, spreading the moisture of his precum over his rigid skin, aiding you in your movements. As you proceeded to jerk him within your grip, your mouth moved forwards, your breath fanning over his balls before your tongue slipped out to stroke them, swiping up the droopy skin, as you suckled one into your mouth, contently moaning from the flavour of his skin.

Your eyes had shut as Bucky opened his own, watching you through a hooded gaze as you happily assisted his genitals, sending him into a crusade of pleasure as you used your well adversed skill set upon him. Your bottom lip ran up his shaft, slowly dragging along his reddened skin, until your reached the tip, your hands fleeing down to fondle with his sack, as your mouth stuffed itself full of his cock.

“Baby girl.” He breathed, his chest feeling tight as he stood there, practically naked aboard your friend’s boat. James gritted his teeth, watching as you effortlessly bobbed your head up and down half of him, lazily grinning as gagging sounds eventually emitted from your throat as you had him down the back of your throat, saliva slipping down your chin as you shook your head from side to side with him choking you with his dick.

Though he worried not for your struggle, not as you moaned against him, your lashes fluttering though your eyes were shut. He reached his vibranium hand down, stroking the side of your face with the cool metal, a high whine whistling it’s way out of your nose. Your spare hand reached up, cupping it against you, as you hollowed your cheeks, steadily breathing your nostrils.

A light frown covered your face as you focused on smoothing your tongue on his underside, causing Bucky to throw back his head, his stomach sternly clenching as he felt his balls twitch; and then, before he could fathom it, he was filling your mouth, cumming down your throat, as he pulled out, the last of his seed falling upon your tongue as he manhandled himself, feeling sensitive as he watched you fumble your tongue around your mouth, swallowing the mix of your spittle and his cum.

“Taste so fucking good.” You spoke, laughing lightly as you stared up and saw his dazed expression. Bucky pulled you up, his hand cupping your ass again, as he backed you up against the dash, your back lightly hitting against the window as he pulled at your shorts, whisking then down your legs, rubbing you through your underwear. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting himself as he located your clit, your arms grabbing at his shoulders to push him down, to which he complied.

His noises echoed through your mouth, as he pressed kissed along the top of your thighs, his fingers surpassing the seams of your panties, swiping at your entrance, until his prodding ceased, and he sunk his middle finger into your pussy, feeling you clench around him instantaneously. His teeth bit into your skin, emitting a squeal out of you as you harshly tugged his hair, making him rut his loose cock against nothing but the air.

“So wet.” He mumbled against your skin, as his vibranium snapped the sides of your underwear, letting the damp material fall to the floor, as he licked circles around your clit with his tongue, pulley airy sounds of pleasure of of your lungs. He slipped in another finger, his nose being pressed against your mound as you tugged him even closer, feeling as though you were almost there. Then you came, his fingers quickly exiting you as his tongue plunged in your entrance, cleaning up all your juices.

“Need you to fuck me Buck, please honey”. The man stood, stroking his hard cock as he teased your entrance. He swiped it through your slit a couple of times, before slapping his head against your clit, making your mewl against his lips, as you licked your essence from around his mouth. “James...” His cocky demeanour returned, as he watched you glance down at his cock, pressing your lips together in desire.

“Thought you didn’t want to fuck me on the boat.” He sneered dominantly, gripping your throat with his vibranium fist, giving it a tough squeeze, finding it endlessly hot as needy tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. Your lips pouted as you sputtered to speak, but you were just so hungry for him. “Guess I’m just gonna have to take pity on you doll, aren’t I?”

With that,he wedged his way through your folds, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out, gently releasing your throat to paw at your tits through your shirt. “Move baby, move.” You mumbled, your head feeling dizzy as your nails dug into the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that you could place tender and supple kisses across the front of his shoulders.

And so, he began to thrust into you, keeping a grip on your hips as he raised your leg around his waist, driving into you deeper, your head tiredly lulling as you chanted his name in soft and delirious pants. “So damn tight angel.” The soldier muttered, biting down onto your chin as he kissed his way up to your lips, abusing the swollen flesh a little more. The kisses were sloppy and downright needy, his vibranium hand held your chin up so that it would tip in rhythm with his movements, making access to the inside of your mouth easier.

“Buck.” You mumbled against his lips as your eyes rolled, your own hand circling your clit as you jutted against his exceeding administrations, one hand crawling up into his scalp as you let our small screams. You were indefinitely close, and as Bucky swerved his head around your own, moving his lips to nip at your earlobe, you came, coating his cock in your wetness, as he continued to hit his hips against your own.

It wasn’t long until he followed after, your clumsy hands trailing down to roll his balls in your palms being the last thing to push him over the edge. Bucky remained standing between your legs, each of your heads resting over each other’s shoulders as you felt each other, eyes closed, and smelling how the aroma of your sex wafted around you, like a personalised perfume.

“Hell no.” And the peace was broke, as Sam’s voice broke it. He had his hands on his hips as he shifted his gaze away from the two of you, unimpressed by what had happened. “The two of you get a break and you - not on my boat!” He practically screeched like a falcon at the pair of you, his arms flailing about like a bird’s flapping wings.

Although he was maddened, it didn’t settle well with you. You were too far out of it to acknowledge what he must have thought about the on deck dick that you had gotten, you were too lost in Bucky, the feeling of him still inside of you, and the falling of his cum out from beneath you both. “You know what, I’m outta here.” Sam left, quite glad to do so.

“You alright doll face?” Bucky asked as he pulled out, making you wince from the feeling of emptiness. You nodded as he reached for your underwear , leaving them be when he registered he had torn them, and instead opted to picking up just you’d shorts, pulling them onto your legs, redressing himself afterwards.

“I love you Buck.” You smiled tiredly, humming as he pecked your lips a few more times, combing his hands through your sex hair, as he returned the facial expression, seemingly calm. It looked good on him, the pair of you had momentarily forgotten your traumas, and it was bliss.

“Love you too darling.” He pecked your nose, staring lovingly into your eyes as he helped you down, and abled you with support to stand. “Unfortunately I think our breaks over beautiful.” He spoke, his hand upon your waist as the pair of you walked from the scene, going to fetch a bottle of water from Sarah, whom you hoped had not learn of your oversea adventure .