#and near gets to cuddle her to sleep every night as a reward for doing absolutely nothing

[aaxzlyte]

i'm not sure i'll ever finish the wip i have where Near has a white cat named Jetfire

[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) 고엽 WITH THE AUTUMN LEAVES.

𝜗𝜚 SEISHIRO NAGI: LATTE PETUNIAS.

a/n: [fem!reader] SAKU ON HER BLLK WRITING STREAK ?! ( *｀ω´) how r we feelin blossom nation?!?! tysm for all the support i love all of yall so much! ^.^ 🤍

nagi seishiro’s handy guide most efficient ways to acquire the warmth of a lover.

number one, spam unbearable amounts of kisses.

especially in the morning, nagi gets extra clingy. when you turn the opposite direction to him, his body instinctively tries to find yours. all he wants is warmth, okay? no, not the blanket. you. he will literally pancake himself on top of you, cheek to cheek, pressing an insufferable number of kisses on your face.

you can feel him basically sinking into you! every bit of his 190 centimetres, basically enveloping you. you can feel his gentle lips gently and slowly trace every feature. he desperately wants to be under your skin, and the only way visible for him in his drowsy daze is by kissing you everywhere he can remember. when you try swat him away, it just makes him want to do it more. he just can't help it.

number two, nestle head in her thighs.

nagi loooves unwinding down after hassling hours of soccer training (he was practically forced to do) and resting his head on your lap. he loves to feel the plushness of your skin, especially if you're on the pudgier side. he just thinks it's more pillow for him.

he's so sleepy and he can practically pass out in that second, but he chooses to stay awake because somehow when he's with you, nothing feels like a hassle. he doesn't even realise it too, because it's all so natural and comforting to him. nagi loves to stroke and poke his fingertips along your thighs as his nose grazes near the top, feeling every bit of warmth on you.

number three, let her have the spot in between the couch and yourself. this also includes the spot closest to the wall when sleeping.

on saturday nights he always finds himself in his bed, playing doing his daily commissions on his phone. he looks so cute so focused like that, so you take it as a moment of vulnerability, crawling onto the mattress and discreetly fit yourself in between him and the wall his bed was pressed against. you dig your face into his chest as his arm circles behind you and holds you tight against him.

he swears you fit in his grasp perfectly. he can't help but lift the blanket up a little higher as your eyes find rest, legs tangle together and squeeze you a little tighter. when his arms get tired, he swivels to the side, and his heart races a little faster as he gets to see your pretty face and your hands clutching gently on his shirt. his one and only priceless view.

number four, rest head on her stomach. or butt, both is good.

is every part of your body this cozy all the time? he thinks to himself. he's basically smothered all over your skin and loves all the plush bits. nagi slowly rests his cheek on your tummy, tracing incoherent shapes and whatnot into the skin of your navel. it tickles when he lifts up your shirt (his) and runs his slender fingertips along your natural structure.

lying down on your stomach + on your phone, to him, visibly means you're doing nothing and entertained. this is nagi's perfect excuse to rest his face on your rear and cuddle close. he whips out his phone and loosens his body as he mindlessly reads.

number five, kiss from the collarbone to her jawline.

he's strict about collarbone and up, never the other way around. (he think everything a fuckin game) to him it's a like a reward, he gets to see your flustered face after trailing his lips on the skin most sensitive. he loves to have you on his lap as you soothe your hands along his spine, and loves peppering kisses adjacent to your jaw.

his lips are gentle, always brushing against your nape. his breath hitches as he realises you changed your shampoo, being so used to tucking his nose into the junction between your neck and shoulder. moments of intimacy like these remind him how effortlessly he gets you all hot and bothered, soul filled with love.

number six, let her run her hands through your hair, this will lead to head massages.

nagi's heart gets really fuzzy right when he's about to fall asleep, grip on his online bonobono manga loosening, head in between your thighs. you're watching tv, immersed in the series nagi promised you to marathon with till you look down at your boyfriend. his eyelids trying its hardest to stay open and lips slightly agape. he must be tired, you think.

you run your hands through his snow-like hair. it's soft and thick and your hands tangle through it effortlessly. your fingertips find its respective spot on his scalp, gently massaging it. it works. he thinks to himself.

number seven, bite her bottom lip whenever those rare lazy makeout sessions come along.

savours every moment of those subtle makeout sessions that occur as fleeting moments. the way her lips fit into mine is perfect, he thinks, as your gentle lips lock together. your delicate hand on his chin making its way to cradle his jaw makes his heart pound against his chest a little harder, your tender hums only make him keep going.

breathlessly, you both pull away with a little pop. he stares at your lips because he can't help but want to smash his on yours, again. all that he wants, all that's on his mind, is your velvety sweet kiss he'd die for. nagi gives you an earnest glance before lovingly intertwining his hands with yours, leaning back in to exchange love in this serene moment; that he'd never trade for the world.

[siyooungi]

hi! i love your writings!! can i request jiu x fem!reader where reader is in bed trying to sleep because jiu was working late hours and then suddenly jiu comes in their bedroom and cuddles with reader? thank you ❤️

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader

Idol: Kim Minji (Dreamcatcher)

Warning(s): None!

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much, i’m glad~

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It was getting pretty late and as much as you wanted to wait up for Jiu, you were getting pretty tired. You didn’t expect her to work late tonight and neither did she, so she wasn’t able to let you know ahead of time. She couldn’t even send a text when the news were given to her because she had been working nonstop.

Sighing, you lifted the covers and climbed under them. The least you could do was sleep it off, considering you had no idea when exactly she’d be home. So, you turned off the light from the bedside lamp and laid on your side, trying to get comfortable. You closed your eyes, hoping sleep would overcome eventually, but it didn’t. The spot behind you was too obvious and… empty.

Despite being exhausted, you just couldn’t seem to sleep. Either way, you kept your eyes closed and due to you being so focused on falling asleep, you didn’t even hear the front door opening and closing. As soon as sleep was finally washing over you, there was a creak heard from the bedroom door. It wasn’t loud, if anything it was damn near unnoticeable.

There was a sudden dip in the bed, causing you to open your eyes. Before you could react, you felt an arm drape over your waist. You instantly recognized the touch and relaxed. It was Minji, of course.

She was reasonably tired and she felt like she was being rewarded by just being able to hold you in her arms. She intended on falling asleep along with you, hoping you wouldn’t wake up, but then she felt you stir.

“I’m sorry for waking you..” She spoke softly, her voice making you smile and turn over to face her. Although you couldn’t see her perfectly, the dim streetlight’s glow casted through the window shined on her, allowing you to see her smile. The smile you adored so much.

“No worries, sweetheart. I’m just glad you’re home.” You responded quietly, your smile never leaving your face and neither did hers. She caressed your side as you spoke and it put you at ease. You placed your hand on her cheek and caressed it with your thumb, causing her to let out a chuckle.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” She stated as she rolled her eyes playfully to emphasize. Now it was your turn to laugh softly. “Oh yeah?” You asked as you shifted closer. Jiu nodded and hummed as she brought her face closer to yours and connected your lips. You giggled against her lips, causing her to smile in between the kiss.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that. I have too, trust me.” You admitted against her lips before pulling back slightly. “I missed you so much.” You stated, only further causing her smile to widen at your words. “I missed you so much more.” She confessed before landing a quick few kisses on your cheek, forehead, nose and finally your lips, causing you to giggle at her antics.

Her long days at work all seemed worth it when she got to come home to this every single night. Usually, after work you’d always end up staying up a little while just to have talks, but you both were exhausted. After noticing how tired you really were, Jiu laid back and invited you into her arms, allowing you to rest your head on your chest.

“Sweet dreams, my love.” She whispered as she watched your eyes close once again, caressing your hair. You mumbled a ‘sweet dreams’ in return, causing her to giggle. She smiled fondly before placing a kiss on your head and closing her eyes, feeling content.

[falcqns]

my little flower

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x mom!reader

summary: bucky’s daughter turns one.

warnings: angst, and fluff. probably canon errors but i don’t have the comics on hand sorryyyyy

a/n: just me expressing emotion through mr boobky boobernoobs. also the little letter the reader has written is what i have written for my daughters birthday. LASTLY i know i have a story for Henry Cavill and his daughters name is lavender and i was gonna change it but then it wouldn’t make sense so i just kept it yk. anyways, hope you enjoy.

Bucky glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

he was alternating between looking at the clock, his phone, and his sleeping daughter.

she turned one tomorrow, and he had no clue what to write. there were so many things he wanted to say, but he knew he had limited space on instagram captions to do so.

he wasn’t into instagram too much, but some how Sam and Wanda had convinced him to post for his daughters birthday. he had a few other pictures of you and her, and one or two of him on there already.

posting those seemed so easy for him. he took the picture, thought of a caption pre war Bucky would use, and hit post.

but when it came to his daughters birthday? the 106 year old was clueless.

he had asked you for advice, and you had just told him to remember what it felt the first time he held her, which was not helpful, because the first thing he felt was fear.

then, an overwhelming and crushing sense of love. like everything made sense. everything was clearer, because of the tiny little baby in his arms. he was terrified. more scared than he was when he was hanging on to that train for dear life, hoping he could just reach Steve’s hand. more scared than when he knew his memories of Steve and Rebecca and everyone in his past was fading due to Zola and Hydra.

a million times more scared than when he watched himself dust away in that beautiful Wakandan forest.

he was scared, but at the same time, he felt so safe. it was the same kind of safe he felt with you, but more intense. he knew that the little girl he was holding would never judge him for his past. all she would do is love him, love her Tătic.

Tătic. he had heard a Romanian child say it when he was seeking refuge in Bucharest, and he knew that’s what he wanted to be called. not dad, daddy, dada, papa, or any other versions of father. he wanted Tătic.

he felt safe, at home even, in Bucharest. yes, his apartment was rather shitty, but it was his. he had something materialistic and tangible that was fully his, after not having anything, not even his own body, to himself for over 50 years.

Bucky refocused his eyes on his phone, and decided to glance at what you had posted. he sighed as he realized that it was absolutely beautiful, and that nothing he could do would top it.

it was a video of all the firsts that Bucky had insisted on recording. he remembered sitting in his bed, in Bucharest, a few weeks after getting there. he had been thinking about Rebecca, and suddenly, a memory of her first steps came to him. he saw her little chubby body wobble before she took her first steps into their mother’s waiting arms. Bucky knew he couldn’t have been too old, but immediately started sobbing when he realized he’d never get to relive that moment. he didn’t stop sobbing for a good few hours. out of happiness, sadness, regret, he didn’t know. he had scrambled to grab a journal and wrote down every detail of that moment, before stuffing it in his go bag.

reliving it wasn’t something he’d ever thought about before, in 1945. there weren’t affordable video cameras, and there was no way to store them forever. so when Lavender came along, he insisted that every little first be recorded so he could relive it over and over again.

he watched as she took her first breath, rolled for the first time, crawled for the first time, said her first word (it was ‘plum’) and walked for the first time.

his eyes drifted down to the paragraph, and focused on reading the words.

‘lavender.

your name represents purity, silence, devotion, calmness, serenity, and grace. i gave you this name because i know you will represent all of those things. i named you after Lavender Brown from Harry Potter. Lavender was a beautiful, strong, and amazing character. she showered Ron with love, and adoration, which is all i have felt this past year of being your mama. you remind me of Lavender in so many ways. from the smiles i get to see in the morning, to the cuddles i get at night, to the way you, just this week, saw another child crying in daycare and went and offered your toy up without a second thought. you then hobbled away, and found a new toy. you never came to me to show you what you did, you never took another child’s toy now that yours was gone, you just did it. that is something Lavender did. Lavender gave everything to Ron without a second thought. she may not have been appreciated, but i will appreciate you and all of the little things that you do to help others, even at just a year old. you bring light and love to whoever is near you. you love with your whole being, which i adore. you’re only one, but you put your hands in the air and sing (babble, really) along to every single praise song, you dance, you sit quietly during prayer, and most importantly you love God with everything in your tiny little body. from the moment the nurses laid your even tinier body on my chest, it was just you, me, and your father. i had dreamed of that moment for years, but nothing compared to it. one year ago today, you were placed on my chest, a screaming red little bundle, and you instantly calmed down. i remember looking down at you and being so happy that i finally had my little girl. i remember thinking “God really sent me an angel in the form of a baby,” which is EXACTLY what he did. you are my sweet baby girl, and always will be. i will love and. adore you for the rest of my life. my sweetie pie, my Laffy Taffy, my love. my little flower, Lavender. happy birthday.’

how could he follow that?

he took another glance at the crib that sat at the end of the bed, and watched as his daughter sighed, and pushed her diapered butt up in the air before continuing to snooze.

he looked down at his phone, and decided to just follow his heart. let the words flow. it didn’t matter if it made sense, but he wanted the world to know just how much he loved her.

he took a deep breath, and began to type.

‘lavender rebecca barnes.

there are so many words that i could use to describe how wonderful, sweet, kind, adorable, and gracious you are, but even all of those could never fully express how much i love you, and how much you mean to me.

when your mom told me about you, i was terrified. i have done so many bad things in my life, why was God rewarding me with a tiny little human? i spent so many nights praying to God that i would never hurt you. that you would never see me as the world does. that you would never judge me for the things that i did.

but i didn’t have to worry. the second i saw your little face, all of those stresses and anxieties melted away. as i held you, i realized that you were mine. fully mine. having something of my own is something that i was deprived of for many years, and one day you will learn about that.

when i held you for the first time, i was petrified. you were tiny. the smallest, but most real thing i had ever held. you didn’t cry, you just gazed up at me. almost as if you knew i was your Tătic. that you knew i was your father.

your mother tells me that when babies are born, they don’t understand the grasp of ‘mother and father’, they more recognize who is a safe caregiver and who isn’t.

you, without a hesitation, recognized me as a safe caregiver, and have stood by that every one of these last 365 you have graced me, your mother, and everyone around you with your presence.

it has been a pleasure to watch you grow, and as much as it makes me sad knowing that one day you’ll know the truth about me, i know you won’t judge me. i know you will love me for me. the man who created you, who helped give you life.

you are such a special little girl, and i can only hope to show you just how special you are for the rest of my life.

i love you, lavender rebecca barnes.’

his thumb shook as it hovered over the post button, but he pressed it anyways. the screen brought up a loading symbol for less than a second, and then the post was there.

he shut off his phone, and placed it on the charger next to him, before getting up and walking to the crib.

he lifted her out, and laid her on his chest, before walking back to the bed and sitting down carefully. he gazed down at his daughter, a fact that still blew his mind, as she slept so soundly, even with the coolness of the metal arm probably seeping through the fabric of her white kitty cat onesie.

he glanced over at the clock, and didn’t stop the tear that rolled down his face when it hit 12:00.

“happy birthday, my little flower.”

[yamalegacy]

N/SFW ALPHABET to start things off on this blog, here’s a quick little kinky headcanon post for my favorite yama trinity; mt. lady, midnight and mirko, with the letters used to spell their hero names! 

here’s the link to the alphabet prompt (inspired by several that i’ve found here and there) if you want to send in a request for any letter and character i write for (list here if you need it) go for it!

⚠️ MDNI not so casual reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️

MT. LADY ( takeyama yū )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

extremely sensitive and painfully easy to turn on. you barely have to try to turn her on most of the time, really. run your fingers on her inner thighs, grab her by the waist, whisper in her ear about what you want to do to her and she’ll be ready to go. yū will complain a lot if you do it in public, but that’s only because it gets her turned on in record time! hearing your voice, your praises, spurs her on better than anything else.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

yū isn’t necessarily the best with words; she’s all for kisses and touches. but if you’re touching her the right way, she’ll tell you how good you are. she won’t hesitate to tell you that she’s all yours and that she’s wet just for you.

L — LOCATION ( what is their favorite place to have sex? )

being the pillow princess that she is, yū will always favor a comfortable bed over anything else, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy sex in other places. the two of you have become well acquainted with the couch at her agency (which has led to some awkward situations when you realized too late that you weren’t actually alone in the building).

A — AFTERCARE ( what are they like after sex? )

she is a bottom through and through and a pillow princess, so get ready to have to take care of her because she gets even lazier than usual after a good fuck. she can get whiny and demanding, asking for a bath or tea or both, but you’ll always be rewarded with cuddles and kisses. if she doesn’t fall asleep, that is.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

fairly regular kinky dreamland visitor. yū hates her sex dreams though. she always wakes up just when things are getting good, so she wakes up wet, needy and desperate every time. if you aren’t sleeping together that night, she’ll send you messages to complain, or even call you, hoping for a quickie over the phone. if you’re in her bed, she won’t care what time it is, she’ll wake you up and demand that you make her come. if you ignore her and go back to sleep, be ready to deal with a grumpy pro hero all day long (poor kamui woods has heard her complain about it way too many times and wishes he could forget everything she’s told him, especially that one time she dreamed about a threesome with you and him).

Y — YEARNING ( how desperate do they tend to be? )

mt. lady is queen of yearning. she’s also queen of pretending that she doesn’t miss you all the time. if work takes over her life for a few days and she can’t see you for a while, you can expect her to just be glued to you the second she sees you again. she’ll be extra needy and probably want to ride your thigh. she wouldn’t be able to let you go. and yet she’ll try (and fail) to pretend like she didn’t miss you and wasn’t desperate to feel you again.

MIDNIGHT ( kayama nemuri )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

you. your existence is her biggest turn on (especially if you’re quite a few years younger than her). there’s nothing nemuri wants to see more than your face when she makes you come, nothing she loves to hear more than your moans and sobs as she overstimulates you. watching you squirm and struggle when she’s touching you in public? a whole delicious meal for her. but the secret to making her dripping wet is getting on your knees and begging, begging her to touch you, to fuck you.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

despite being the r-rated hero and loving rough sex, nemuri can be surprisingly gentle and soft with you, even in bed. she loves you and she never hesitates to tell you, even with two fingers knuckle deep inside of you. she will look at you in the eyes and smile and whisper reassuringly, hold your hand and intertwine your fingers, kiss you, kiss your tears away.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

forever disappointed that she doesn’t have that many sex dreams is what she is. she isn’t all that bothered though, she definitely compensates with daydreaming about fucking you. she’d much rather have the real deal anyway. when she does have a good sex dream though? she will tell you everything in details to fluster and tease you.

N — NOPE ( any turn offs or hard limits? )

if you catch her in a good mood, after having struck her youth-loving self the right way, nemuri might indulge you and let you top, but never ever except to be able to tie her down or blindfold her. don’t even think about bringing it up. don’t expect her to submit to you, no matter the position, she needs to always be in control and she will be in control.

G — GRAB ( where do they like to have their hands on you the most? )

everywhere, anywhere. she grabs your hands or your waist when she doesn’t want to be rough with you. when things are heating up though? her grip on your hips or your ass will be harsh enough to leave red marks on your skin. if you’ve been particularly bratty, she thinks her fingers belong around your throat.

H — HOT & BOTHERED ( what are they like when turned on? )

unlike when she gets excited seeing good sportsmanship among her students, a turned on nemuri can keep the perfect poker face on. sometimes it’s frustrating how good she is at concealing her emotions and reactions. she favors your reactions and your desires over her own. and well, maybe she loves to see you squirm under her hard stare, maybe it turns her on even more. the most you’ll get out of her most of the time is small possessive gestures. if she’s leaving hickeys, or any sort of bruise on your skin, you know you’ve succeeded.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

you will have your pants and underwear charmed right off. if there’s someone who knows exactly what to say, it’s nemuri. she knows when to praise and tell you that you’re being good, and she also knows when to tell you that you’re being the perfect little slut for her. honestly, she’s probably going to try to make you come just from dirty talking and describing everything she would do to you to make you come apart for her. nemuri has a filthy mind and an even filthier mouth. 

MIR(U)KO ( usagiyama rumi )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

lingerie. always and forever lingerie. she loves to see you looking all pretty and pampered for her, especially if she knows that you bought the lingerie for her. her favorite part might be the fact that she will get to wreck and just ruin you and your pretty little outfit. if you want to get her really riled up, kiss her neck as you ride one of those glorious muscular thighs of hers, she’ll forget how to think. rumi will forever refuse to acknowledge that if you touch her ears just right, you can make her a whimpering mess in no time; she’ll just pretend it’s not a thing.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

rumi is far from being the most gentle of lovers, but it’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting into with that one. she tends not to have the patience for the sweet softness of intimacy and prefers to get right to it. but she also has such a soft spot for you, especially when you become a sobbing, begging mess from overstimulation; that’s when she likes to hold you, cradle you in her arms and kiss your forehead. she is a pro at doing a 180° post sex though, and is the softest of bunnies once she’s had her share of orgasms.

R — ROMANCE ( do they like romantic gestures to set the mood? )

that's a no from rumi. not because she doesn't like the thought of romancing the crap out of you (she loves the thought), but she just doesn't know how. she also can't stand scented candles, her nose is too sensitive. and it's probably preferable not to leave petals near a bunny, you know... you tried once, but never again.

U — UNFAIR ( how much do they tease? )

little miss bunny hero doesn't know the meaning of fairness when it comes to your sex life. she has absolutely no mercy. if you can't keep quiet or if you blush easily, she won't hesitate to tease you in public until all you can do is glare at her or plead with your eyes. and no matter how impatient she can get, if she has the time, she will edge you forever. but you will always be rewarded with rumi.

K — KINK ( favorites? which ones do they keep secret? )

dominance, punishments and orgasm denial/edging. you're in for a wild ride with rumi because she will ruin you and you will love it. definitely some exhibitionist tendencies; she's eaten you out while you were on the phone more than once, she can't resist it, she just has to see how long you'll manage to be good for her and stay quiet. she is very open about what she likes and wants in general, but there's a couple exceptions, one of them being anal (mostly giving). it's something that she really wants to try with you, but isn't sure she should bring up. because, listen, bunny tail plug. that's it. rumi wants to see it so bad but she feels dumb.

O — ORAL ( do they like giving or receiving? a preference? )

while rumi enjoys both, it’s one of the few things where she’ll tend to prefer receiving, but that’s mostly because she gets to see your pretty face squished between her thighs, and if that’s not one of the most glorious sights ever, she doesn’t know what it is. this bunny will ride your face into oblivion. she still apologizes for that time she broke your nose and had to take you to the er

[jgreaxcfdszx]

Breast Massage ft. Tsukishima

fluff, f!reader, aged-up because they’re married and I tried to make it as non-suggestive as possible

~1531 words~

A/n: I do not know how to use the word deadpan correctly yet I still use it in almost every post also the title is really embarrassing but I couldn’t think of anything else to call it

masterlist

Y/n whimpered for the seventh time that night, fixing her position while holding her chest.

"Y/n baby, what happened?" Kei cooed as he rubbed her side.

"It just..." She squished her boobs, trying to find relief. "It just hurts." Tears pricked her eyes while little needles pricked around her nipples with no mercy.

"What does?" He knew that she had been in a lot of pain recently, but the darkness of their room provided him no clue as to which body part she was talking about.

She hissed in pain after pushing them a bit too hard. "My- my boobs."

"Oh." He laid his head on top of hers, looking down at his wife trying to massage herself. "Do you need any help with that, doll?"

Y/n looked up at him. "I mean, if you want to-"

"It's fine, it's not like I have anything important to do right now or anything." She scoffed. "Now scoot up a bit."

A couple seconds passed by before Y/n tapped his chest. "Well, are you going to help or not?"

"Oh, I thought you were going to tell me what to do."

"I am, but I need your hands to be over here." She rolled her eyes. He moved her hands near her chest, deciding to rest them on her shoulders while he rubbed her on top of the fabric. Y/n closed her eyes as she rolled up her night shirt and placed a hand on each boob, sculpting it to her liking.

"Your breasts are warm." He stated.

Ignoring him, she started explaining how to start. "Okay, so you want to put your thumb on the front part while the rest of your fingers squeeze the back part." She helped his hands get into the proper position. "Okay, now push and let go really fast so you're kind of jiggling them."

He did as he was told, the sound of her shirt rubbing against his arms the only sound present.

"The next thing is basically the same, but you want to take your non-thumb fingers and place them at the back and just push them up and down."

"Mmm, okay." Kei bounced her breasts for a bit, enjoying the comfort in knowing that his dumbass pretty girl was starting to feel better.

After a bit of that, she sighed and brought her hand up to his cheek. "Thank you sweetheart, you're helping a lot more than you realize."

He blushed a bit at the compliment. "Mmm, what's next?"

"Okay so you start with your hand almost at my back and then pull the skin (gently) towards the right breast and then push it inward." She put his hand in the starting position. He pushed his hand across her right side to the center of her chest until she told him that that step was done.

Kei moved his hands to her waist and groaned. "How much longer of this do we have to do? I thought this would've been quicker."

"Kei, this is literally the third step and you're already tired." She laughed, putting her hands on top of his. "Don't worry, I promise I'll hold you after this."

"How many steps are there?"

"I don't know, like 6 or 7?"

"Wha-"

Y/n brought her hand up to his face and patted his cheek. "They're really easy and won't take too long, I promise."

"Are you sure?" She nodded. "As long as you're happy." He checked his words before they left his mouth, careful not to hurt her while she was in pain.

"Um, so you do the same thing to the left one now." He took his other hand and massaged her left boob. "That's it, good boy," She praised as she closed her eyes and rose her chest up.

He pushed it back down with his other hand. "Calm down." Kei played with them both while he waited for further instruction.

She gasped as her eyes shut, mouth slightly. "K-keep doing that, please."

He smirked."See, this is why these stupid massages are stupid. Anyone can just make them up." His cold hands pushed her breasts up before squeezing them and pulling them inwards.

"Well, the woman in the article I read said that doctors thought her massages were great." She said before closing her eyes as he squeezed a particular spot that had been hurting.

He kept on massaging the area that had clearly been aching. "Is she a masseuse?"

"Well, no-"

"Then my point still stands." He smiled, happy that he won the small argument.

Y/n then brought up another point. "So what if she isn't a masseuse? Her methods work for me."

"That doesn't mean that they work for everyone though,"

"It's hard to do things that appeal to everyone, Kei. If her massages work for me, I'm going to use them. Got it?" He nodded, knowing that if he kept on arguing with her, she would just prove that she's right even more. "Thank you, baby, for helping me." Y/n yawned. "Here, do you want me to do the rest?"

That didn't stop him from acting petty. "You already forced me to do this, Y/n. Why couldn't you have felt bad 3 steps ago?”

"I did not force you to do this, you did it because you love me." She looked up at him.

"Well of course I'm going to want to help my wife if she's in pain, but that doesn't mean that I'm willingly doing it."

"Technically you did it willingly because if you really were forced you wouldn't still be squeezing my tits right now-" His hands flew off of her chest, going up to his head to run them through his hair. "Oh please, stop being such a baby." She took his hands and placed them back on her breasts.

He laughed as she fell for his plan. "See? You're literally forcing me to do this right now." 

"Well you accused me of forcing you before I forced you, so it doesn't count."

"Yeah it does, you still did it." He leaned closer to her ear, blowing softly on it.

She flinched. "Kei, if I hear one more stupid word come from your mouth I swear-"

"Shut up Y/n, what's the next step."

"Okay so basically what you want to do now-" They both laughed. "-now you want to start from around my collarbone area and push down on them both."

He fumbled with her shirt as he tried to get up to her collarbone.

"Here, do you need me to take it off?" She started to sit on her elbows before Kei pushed her down again, this time gripping her breasts as he did it.

"No, because then you'll be cold and act even more like a brat."

"What is this shirt that's only covering my neck doing for me? I'll be fine, honey, don't worry." She took off her shirt, putting it next to them. "Now try."

He pushed down from her collarbone to her nipple on each side while he closed his eyes.

"Okay, we're almost done. Now-"

He opened his eyes, lifting his head up. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah... unless you want me to add more steps."

Kei scoffed. "There can't be very many ways to massage your breasts."

"Well we could do it with some oil that I bought the other day-"

"Um, no thank you." He checked the time. "Tell me the last thing, I'm tired."

She thought for a moment. "Wait, I think I forgot a step-"

He groaned. "What is it."

"You just have to push them towards my arm a couple times. I can do it, it's fine-"

He flattened his hand and pushed her boobs towards her arms. "Now the last thing?"

"Oh, just push them up."

"Like this?" Kei brought her breasts close to her face. She nodded. "Mmm, okay princess." He was fighting sleep at this point, the reward of Y/n cuddling him the only thing keeping him going.

"Are we done now?"

"Yeah, let me put my shirt back on really quickly and then I'll-" Kei hugged her tightly. "I'm not going anywhere honey, I'm just putting on clothes-"

"No one has time for clothes, hold me."

"I mean, if you say so" She turned on her side, letting him rest his head in between her boobs as she played with his hair.

"Thank you for helping me out, sweetheart." He grunted in response. She smiled, hooking a leg over him to get closer. "You know, this probably isn't the best position for me to be in right now, especially since I just massaged my tits-"

"Are you kidding me." His voice was mumbled as he deadpanned.

"It's okay, you can just help me again. Maybe this time we can get some oil- or maybe some ice, that sounds good too."

"You can go do that massaging stuff on your own time. I don't need to be there as well."

"Mmm, I'll find a way to drag you into it~"

"You better not even try to think about doing that."

She giggled, rubbing his back. "No promises."

[nomunamuinmybrain]

Take care of you (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Slice of Life/ Fluff/ Smut

Word Count: 1.5K

At last, a collaboration with my best friend@alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94, the person responsible for my kpop obsession. She is my rock and without her this tumblr page wouldn't even exist. Every time we meet we go on a ride by the coast line and come up with possible scenarios of what we assume might be happening or has happened in the lives of BTS. Since we are in quarantine we will be sharing with all of you.

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this is heavy sexual content.

Summary: When Yoongi comes back home late from a schedule, you make sure he gets the treatment of a lifetime.

Being with Yoongi is with no doubt one of the best experiences in your whole existence and by all means you are convinced it will last a lifetime. At the beginning of your relationship, the man had been a spellbinding enigma waiting for someone to finally decipher him. Undoubtedly, who were you to say ‘no’ to such a challenge?

Invariably, a true workaholic; married to his job while the rest of his body is entangled with music; you simply couldn’t have one without the other. Sometimes it makes you wonder how he is so competently skillful at his own craft. He has been carrying a great deal of nicknames to his name; musical genius, a prodigy, King Midas of the musical pentagram to name a few. You couldn’t say you disagreed, everything the public has said about him is completely and utterly true; he genuinely turns to gold everything he touches. Once he sets his mind on a project there is literally nothing that can stop him. He immerses himself into it and delivers in a way that exceeds every imagination. Of course, he would try to argue with you about that if he were here this very moment, but you knew different.

That’s why you found yourself at his place this late at night. He had told you approximately two months ago that they were planning something big for their future live performances. You knew very well by now that comeback week was the busiest most exhausting period for any artist but given Yoongi's status the situation was amplified times a hundred. Needless to say, that instantly meant a mountain load of work waiting to be done not only for him, but also for the rest of the group. Consequently, for you, this time of the year implied way less time with him and more time on the phone talking at ungodly hours of the day. It’s for that reason he gave you his apartment’s keys last weekend. He hadn’t given you a definite explanation for his action other that “It is about time”. However, you knew better than that. Yoongi is always so attentive to your needs, and even if he hadn’t said it out loud, there was no need to; you could read him like the back of your hand. He is an incredibly considerate, understanding and patient individual. He always goes out of his way to silently make others feel special, and that is one of the things you love about him.

You tried your best to make his arrival back from the showcase as serene as possible. He is giving you so much already that you wanted to give him back just as much. Once he opened the door you understood that he is spent, you can tell from the soft way his eyes slowly shut, ready to surrender in a deep slumber. After setting the table and getting something to eat he takes a quick shower to rid himself off the reminiscence of the day. After that, he moves to the cabinet near the wall, opens the door, pours himself a glass of whiskey and heads to the couch in the living room. It doesn’t take a lot of time to notice that he is already under the influence of dark liquor. You gently approach him sitting right beside him on his dark smooth couch and lean in to his chest. He smells clean and soft, he wore clothes straight out of the dryer right after his shower. You snuggle closer to him, this white t-shirt making him look so hot, you swear it's almost see-through, and you let your hand wander on his torso, tracing the lined muscles that lay underneath. You stare at his gentle features, eyes closed and you feel like you are in a trance. You think to yourself “Damn, he is so easy on the eyes”. The only thing getting you out of this state of bewitchment is his voice. He softly grunts, a smirk stretching his face, "You have no idea how much my whole body aches...." he signs."What can I do to help my baby?" you ask full of anticipation, mentally preparing a list of things you would like to do to him. "Whatever it is that you have in mind, I am all yours to play with" he replies, gaze filled with implication. And that was the push you needed to devour your man. At once you straddle his thighs, hands flying to the back of his neck to grasp on his healthy vibrant hair and bring him

closer for a painfully lustful kiss, you are insatiable tonight. You’ve missed him so much. "I needed your lips on mine, I missed you so much baby" you unapologetically confess. His large hands massage your thighs and then travel to your backside pushing you even closer, making you one. It was times like this when you felt like you had no clue where he ended and you began. "I can tell", he says with a low grunt. Deep throaty moans rumble from his chest the faster you rub yourself on him while leaving aching marks all over his arched neck and toned chest. "Yes, yes....Mark me, baby. I'm all yours. U-ugh... All yours" he lets out, words almost like a whisper. Off goes his shirt, same fate follows for the shorts and just as he's about to flip you over beneath him you immediately put your hands on his chest to stop him. "Tonight is all about you, so just lay back and relax. Let me do my job" you tease with a wink. Thinking back to all the close and personal moments you’ve both shared, inconspicuously, you absolutely treasured instances like this, watching him being so eager to find the sweet solace of relief. The shuddered exhale that escapes him leaves you satisfied. You palm his throbbing cock over his pitch black boxers, his head instinctively dropping to the back of the couch once again as a clear sign of surrender. “My sweet, sweet boy, I wanna ruin you tonight” you shamelessly admit. He already knows that this is a reward more for you rather than him. ‘Cause even though you love the way he takes over you every time you get intimate, you want him to let go and trust you. You take off the last piece of clothing standing between you and your reward, Yoongi's well endowed member. You lick across his length, earning that familiar hiss you so crave to hear. You tease him for a while, languidly sucking only the tip, saliva dripping from your plump lips making it easier for your hand to pump his thick length with accurate precision. His slender hips involuntarily twitch to thrust deeper into your sensual mouth. "Baby, please...please..." he begs as one hand lazily brushes your hair from your forehead. He is putty in your hands, all yours to devour. Your little living room filled with lewd wet sounds as you mercilessly suck him off, as if it was the very last time but still you couldn't get enough; you could never get enough of him. Yoongi is like your own personal addiction.

As he's approaching his climax, hair sticking to his face, you place your left hand around his right thigh and caress. "My sweet baby, a mess, all because of me" you drunkenly declare. Hand still in your hair, the harder his grasp, the faster you go. You feel his grip in your hair becoming stronger and stronger while you hear his whines getting louder and louder. That’s how you know he is on the verge of letting go. You look up at him and take his entire glory in. "I swear he is alluring, so tempting and he tastes so good" you ponder. You continue your mistreatment and in no time he blows his load in you, releasing a loud scream to echo around the house. You keep him in your mouth observing as he slowly descents from his high. Gradually, he opens his eyes and looks back at you; face blown out yet blissful. He covers your hand with his own and with a satisfied smirk, you climb back on his lap for cuddles. You brush the damp strands away from his face to see him better, never breaking eye contact. "Was that okay?" you mischievously ask, breaking the silence. "More than okay" he joyfully exclaims. You stayed there wrapped together under the blanket until sleep called for you to head to bed. Once under the covers, he pulls your back to his warm chest and buries his face in your sensitive neck giving it a chaste peck, "I love you" he softly declares with a low whisper. You wrap your hands around his tighter, "I love you more" you profess playfully. From then on, you let your heavy eyes close taking in his pleasing scent; cherishing even the slightest thing about him you both end up falling into a deep slumber.

[hanjizung]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣  𝕕𝕒𝕪  𝟚𝟡: 𝕔𝕦𝕞 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪.

Chan x Reader x Jisung

Word count: 1.5k

♡ Warnings ♡: smut, poly relationship, threesome, teasing, cumplay, oral (m), spitroasting.

【ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ　ｄａｙ　||　ｎｅｘｔ　ｄａｙ】

【Ｋｉｎｋｔｏｂｅｒ　ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

You knew it was a bad idea to give in to Jisung's teasing. But he tried so hard to get you worked up from the moment Chan left you two alone in the morning to go work out. 

After Chan left, Jisung stayed with you in bed, starting with innocent cuddles and slowly changing the direction when his hands cupped and squeezed your breasts from under your tank top, he pressed himself against you and allowed you to feel his morning wood. 

He kissed your shoulder softly, trapping your legs with his and finally caging you completely when he shifted to be on top of you, biting his lip when you lazily opened your eyes to look at him with a frown. Jisung though you were the cutest and leaned down to kiss you, smiling in the kiss when your hands reached for his hair. 

He pulled away from you, still leaning down, his lips traveling down your jaw and neck leaving wet kisses everywhere he could, one of his hands pulled your top down, exposing your boobs in the process. Jisung trailed down to your right boob, licking your nipple gently, his hand playing with your other one making you emite a long sigh of satisfaction at the sensation he was creating. 

But you knew this was bad. You shouldn't be doing this. Because if Chan happened to find out somehow, Jisung and you would be punished. 

And you didn't want that, you liked being Chan's good girl, doing everything he told you to do because you knew he would reward you, pamper you, praise you. 

Meanwhile Jisung liked bringing your bad side out. Teasing you because your reactions were always so cute, it drove him crazy. He loved the way you cried when Chan was pleasuring you, how you tried so hard to keep your eyes open when you were sucking him off, your eyes watery from choking on him… 

And God, how you looked all covered in his warm cum, breathing heavily with your eyes closed and your body twitching from the orgasm Chan provoked you while you were working on Jisung… It was such a sight for him, you were like the most expensive piece of art when you were in that state, your angelic face looking so fucked up with his seed dripping down to your chest. 

You knew that was what he wanted, to look at you so vulnerable in that moment, having come home late last night, probably feeling stressed and frustrated because when he arrived you were already sleeping comfortably in Chan's arms. 

He had missed you all day, you were the reason he had a smile on his face when he put on his pajamas and lied down next to you, taking in the image of you peacefully sleeping in the middle of the bed. Your hair left a damp spot on the pillow when you moved, he noticed. 

And that could only mean one thing. You and Chan had sex while he was stressing out because he couldn't find the perfect beatfor a song he was working on. So he decided he would play with you alone the next morning. 

And that is the reason why you're struggling right now. Because you wanted to push him away to avoid being punished by Chan when he gets home, but you also felt so good, Jisung makes you feel amazing with every touch, every kiss, every word he said. It was a dilemma, you wanted to continue but your mind told you to wait. 

Closing your eyes and sighing, you found the strength to push him away from you, rolling in the bed to the edge and standing up, taking a towel and making your way to the bathroom. 

"I need you too, Jisung, I swear I do" you told him when you turned and saw him pouting, his erection dragging all your attention from his cute face. You bit your lip and shook your head. 

"Let's just wait for when Channie gets home, please? I don't… Wanna be punished, Sungie" he looked down, sighing quietly and nodded. You felt guilty leaving him like that, so you were motivated to give your all to make him feel extra special that night. 

But waiting for Chan became more difficult as the hours passed by, Jisung was needy for your touch, you could feel it in the way he looked at you, he was practically fucking you with his eyes. And you couldn't complain, because as much fun as you had fun with Chan last night, being with Jisung was different. 

You needed him almost as much as he needed you, and that was how your mind screamed to fuck the rules and you threw yourself at Jisung's arms during dinner, straddling his lap and kissing him fiercely. 

"Tell me what you want me to do, Jisung" you whispered in his ear, kissing him and letting your hands roam all over him. 

"Yes, Jisung. Tell her what you want her to do" a third voice joined you, making you look to where it came from. A sweaty Chan standing by the doorframe greeted you. He was smiling, looking at the scene displaying in front of him. You couldn't help the arousal growing between your legs when you realized that you were caught, your panties getting wetter. 

"I want to cum on your face…" he sighed, groaning at the idea of showering your beautiful, angelic face with his warm, white cum. 

"You heard him, babygirl. On your knees, suck him off" Chan ordered. You obeyed, dropping to the floor and removing Jisung's bottoms, licking your lips when his cock sprung free, you wanted him in your mouth so badly, your mouth watered just by the view of his thick cock.

You looked up at Jisung when your lips kissed his tip gently, your big eyes filled with want in them, Jisung immediately moved his hand to pat the top of your head. 

Meanwhile Chan walked behind you, pulling the chair that you were seating previously on and moving it near Jisung. Apparently he made a signal to him to stand up, because he pulled out of your mouth and stood up, making you pout. 

Chan surprised you when he tugged your top up to take it off from you, you raised your arms to help him strip you, then he yanked you and made you sit on his lap, you groaned when you felt his erection against you. He finally undressed you completely, freeing his dick from his joggers. 

Jisung passed his fingers through your slit, moaning when he felt how wet you were. 

"Fuck, Y/N, you're dripping, baby" you nodded your head at his words, one of your hands looking for his arms to make him get closer to you and continue tasting him, Chan teasing your clit with his own dick before he managed to enter you, the sensation of being filled making you moan around Jisung's cock, sending vibrations, provoking Jisung to throw his head back as he thrusted deeper into your mouth, his hands on your head to keep you in place. 

Chan fucked you just the way you liked it while you sucked Jisung and played with his balls, hollowing your cheeks every time he entered you, the salty flavor of his precum on your tongue and your sweaty boyfriend fucking you making your head spin. 

Jisung's cock twitched, and he quickly pulled out of you, stroking his length while you opened your mouth and closed your eyes ready for him to cum all over your face, Chan gripped your hips to help him increase the pace and reach his high with you, stimulating your clit with the hand that wasn't on your hip. 

The view in front of Jisung was exquisite, you jumping up and down on Chan's cock and ready to take his load anytime. He loved this in every way, but when you were like this… He simply adored when you were in this state. 

Your orgasm came before Jisung's, your moans and cries of pleasure provoked by Chan rubbing your clit made your expression change from waiting for Jisung to spill his release in your face, your face triggering Jisung's release and your walls tightening around Chan made him paint your insides in white. 

"Oh, baby, you have no idea how beautiful you look like this" Jisung said, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss you. 

When he separated from you, his finger wiped the closest spot of cum near your mouth, taking it to your lip and smearing it over it, moaning when your tongue licked it and you swallowed it, showing him your clean tongue. He looked away from you, his soft dick going half hard again. 

"You're a sin come to life, Y/N" Chan whispered in your ear, his hand resting around your neck as he made you look in his direction, under you. Then he let go and indicated  you to stand up from his lap. 

"What do you say we continue this in the bedroom?" Chan asked Jisung, who was still trying to fully recover his breath. 

"Let's do it. I've been dying to be inside her, you have no idea. And I could also fuck your cum inside her again so it doesn't get wasted" Jisung said, looking intensely at you. 

You smiled sweetly at both men in front of you.  "We're in for a round two, huh?"

[marveicinematics]

an experiment (steve x bucky x reader, smut)

Summary : What if your fantasy implied another man and your husband was still up to making it come true?

Pairing : Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x female reader.

Words : 3,012.

TW : Smut. Threesome, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral sex (female receiving).

Note : Based on request from the previous prompts : sex on a table/counter/desk + “yes— right there.” + “that feels so good.”

I’m open for request, just check the submit new stories button on my page. ♡

“Should I keep going?“ Steve asked in a whisper, against your ear.

Eyes almost closed, you nodded your head biting down your lip, and your husband starting thrusting inside you again. You quickly forgot how you had just been interrupted, when you felt Steve’s chest rubbing your nipples and making you moan, cock going in and out of your wet pussy. “Oh my god, Steve!“ You moaned again, louder than before, as you neared your climax. Steve eyes widened as he pushed his hand on your mouth to silence you, but it was too late. You both froze when you heard the loud knocks on the wall, followed by hungry screams you could barely hear or understand. It had been three times, now. Three times he had knocked on the wall so hard that it stopped you during your sex night with your handsome husband. It wasn’t like it was something new, or as if you were lourder than before. But for some reasons, tonight, you neighbor wasn’t going to let you have fun. “Babe, I don’t think I can finish. I’m so sorry, it’s just been…“ “I know, I know.“ You cut him off, kissing his cheek softly. “I’m not in the mood anymore either.“ Pushing out of you, he laid next to you, as his arms came around your still naked body. At least you could cuddle before falling asleep, you thought. You got ready for work the next morning, letting Steve sleep in. Once you dressed with a lovely dress you just bought and tied your hair up, you left a message on the counter of the kitchen. ‘Can’t wait to come home to you tonight. I love you. Your wife.‘ Steve was a soldier, which implied a lot of moments when you were home waiting for him. He had been home for a week, and you just loved everything about it. From waking up by his side to cooking dinner for him, from cuddling on the couch to having wild sex whenever you felt like it to catch up for lost time. Leaving the appartement, you started walking out of the building when you heard footsteps behind you. You quickly recognized the man: brown hair, blue eyes, a bit older than you. He had been next door for a few weeks now, and you chatted a couple of times. “Hey. James, right?“ “It’s Bu…— Yeah, James is fine.“ He answered, doing his best to avoid your eyes as you stopped to talk to him. “Listen, I’m sorry for last night.“ You started to apologize. “No, don’t. I’m sorry for being a dick.“ Confused, you crossed your arms against your chest as you tilted your head, waiting for him to explain what he meant. “Truth is, these walls are so thin I’ve been hearing you guys banging for days.“ Your cheeks turned red as your eyes widened. That’s something you had thought about, but wished would never happen. “But last night… Listen, my girlfriend broke up with me last night. So I wasn’t really in the mood for it, okay?“ “Yeah, makes sense.“ You answered, nodding as you tried to look as comfortable about this conversation as you could. “I know your man is not home very often, and I don’t plan on being an asshole again. Enjoy spending time with him while you can.“ You smiled softly at him, thinking about how sweet it was, in a way, that he was okay with hearing that much because he knew you weren’t reunited with your husband a lot. “At least you don’t get to hear it the whole year, right?“ You joked around, trying to ease the atmosphere. “Oh please, you don’t really get quiet when you’re alone.“ He shot back with a large grin on his face and walked away before you could say anything. You tried to brush off from your head the idea of your hot neighbor hearing you moan when you were home alone and missing Steve a little too much, hand buried between your legs, and focused on work as much as possible. A long sigh left your lips when you let your body fall on the couch of your home, hours later, after you came back from work. You and Steve had decided to go out that night, but you still had a good hour of your time before leaving again, and you planned on spending at least half of it laying on the couch. “How was work, baby?“  “Good. Tiring. A bit boring. But good.“ You answered, eyes opening again. Looking down at you, Steve had this soft and kind smile on his face, the one that always made you feel so much better. “Maybe I should reward my wife for her hard work before we leave for the restaurant, right?“ You chuckled, simply nodding as your answer, and he walked closer to you before kneeling in front of you. He grabbed your hips, pushing you towards him as his head slowly disappeared under your dress. “Babe…“ You felt his tongue linger against the fabric of your panties, making you shiver. The more he was teasing you, the more you wanted him. When he pushed aside your underwear, you could feel his tongue against your slit, and you bite down on his lip to prevent yourself from moaning too loud already. Your encounter with James came back to your mind, thinking about how miserable he must have felt alone last night, knowing Steve was fucking you next door. Your husband tongue was working harder on your pussy and you grabbed the back of his head to maintain him. Steve was great at anything he was doing. “Fuck !“ You moaned again, before biting down on your lower lip again. You wondered if James would be hearing you from the living room. But then again, he had mentioned hearing you masturbating, which didn’t only happen in your bedroom. The idea of your neighbor listening to you pleasuring yourself was making you feel extremely good at this moment, and you couldn’t hold back another moan. “Oh god, James…“ Despite holding it still between your thighs, Steve’s head pushed back so he could be looking at you. “What?“ Realizing what you had just said, your face flushed as you sit up. “Babe, that’s not what you think. I swear.“ “Alright.“ He sighed, and your stomach clenched in an unpleasing way. You knew he was disappointed — how could he not be? Sitting down next to you, Steve was looking at you, waiting for your explanation. “I don’t cheat on you.“ You started before he cocked his head. “Babe, seriously? I know you’re not cheating on me. It’s not what I was thinking. I’m just wondering why you’ve been thinking about another man while I eat you out.“ You immediately blushed, thinking about how awkward this was for both of you. You crossed your arms against your body, curling up as you started to panic. Never would you have wanted to hurt him. He was the love of your life, the only man you would ever be in love with. “Tell me what’s wrong.“ Steve said as he slid his hand on your shoulder, realizing how stressed you seemed to be by the situation. “It’s the neighbor. James, I mean. He’s my neighbor and we talked this morning.“ “The one that kept bothering us, last night.“ You looked up at him with a smile, trying to calm down to find your words and explain yourself. “His girlfriend broke up with him, so he was upset. But he said he didn’t mind if we…—“ Steve frowned again, before cutting you off. “But, why were you thinking about him?“ “He just mentioned hearing us and I was wondering if he could hear me now. He also said he heard me in the past, when I masturbate, and that was really awkward.“ Your husband chuckled, shaking his head at your answer. The situation must have been really awkward, he believed. He knew how fast you could blush. Setting a couple of kisses on your shoulder, he looked up at you. “Is he hot?“ He asked. “Yes. Kind of.“ “Would you fuck him?“ “Steve!“ You looked at him with wide eyes. You would have never wanted to be intimate with another man than him, and he knew that. “Imagine if it had no impact on our relationship. Would you do it?“ “I guess. Maybe.“ You answered after thinking about it for a few seconds. You had realized it before, James was an attractive man. He was always smiling to you, which was something you loved about men. His body wasn’t as strong as Steve’s, but he sure was looking gorgeous each time you ran into him. After agreeing to move on from this situation, both of you went to get ready. Tonight was his night, you kept thinking. There was no way you would disappoint your husband again. The dinner went by perfectly. Steve had picked a nice place in a romantic setting. You loved how thoughtful he always was with your dates. You loved every conversations you shared, every time his fingers touched your skin, every loving smile he gave you. You left the restaurant happier than ever, walking back home while holding your husband arm tightly. When you arrived outside your building, you saw a familiar figure in front of the door.

“James?“ The brown-haired man turned around to face both of you, shoving a friendly smile your way. “Forgot my keys, do you think you could let me inside the building? I’ll find a way to get into my apartment later, it’s just starting to be cold out there.“ Steve seemed to be analyzing him for a second, bright smile on his face, before he unlocked the building door, earning a soft ‘Thanks‘ from the neighbor. “You should come to our place while you look for a way to get back to yours, James.“ You turned around to face Steve. Was he being serious, or was this a sort of set up because he was still mad at you? “What?“ You asked as you frowned, but your husband only shrugged. “Come on, you’re not going to stay outside your door all night.“ It made sense, you thought. He would have offered the same thing if the previous incident had never happened. The three of you walked to your door and inside your place, and settled down in the kitchen. “So, James...“ Your stomach twisted in anticipation, but Steve tried to ease you by grabbing your hand gently and giving it a nice squeeze. “Listen,“ he spoke again, looking at the other man. “Earlier today, I tried to please my wife, and she moaned your name instead of mine.“ “Steve !“ You shouted, turning around to face him. James looked visibly uncomfortable now. You couldn’t believe he was bringing this up now. “So this was just a way to set him up?“ You asked, quietly but not enough for James to not hear you. “No, it’s not. Look, I know I’m away from home so often. And if you’re fantasizing about fucking him, I’d rather have you make it come true when I’m here than behind my back.“ For a second, you thought he was mad. But his voice was calm, and his eyes seemed so sincere. It took you a while to actually accept the idea that your husband was actually considering letting James have sex with his wife. “Are you guys serious?“ James asked after a few seconds of silence. He was looking at you, trying to at least understand something. “I guess we are.“ You answered, before trying to explain the situation to him. “Our conversation this morning about… how you heard me, it’s been stuck in my head. And I did moan your name but Steve knows I love him and I would never betray him.“ “So what are you offering?“ You didn’t know what to say, but Steve did. “I’m offering you to fuck my wife if she wants you. And from the way she’s pressing her legs together, I can already tell you she’s wet just from thinking about your cock. Aren’t you, babe?“ Your face flushed again knowing he was right, and you looked towards James whose eyes were filled with lust. “Do you want it? Do you want me… or even us both?“ “Yes, I do.“ You said with a shaky voice, nodding. Steve smiled, a genuine smile. He would do anything to make his wife happy, which included this. Walking towards you, he pressed his strong hands to your hips and placed you against the kitchen counter. “I love you, okay?“ He whispered against your lips, before kissing them gently and stepping back, winking at James. You could tell he was nervous, too. Maybe a bit shy. Checking if your husband had changed his mind one last time, he finally focused on you, standing right there, only a few feet apart from your body. “You’re so fucking hot.“ He whispered while looking at your curves. His lips locked with yours before he could see the crimson color of your cheeks. His kiss was different than Steve’s. It was rushed, as if he was afraid of how fast it would be over. You decided to enjoy it as much as you could. Grabbing his shoulders, you gave his tongue access to your mouth while your body pressed against his. You could feel the hard-on in his jeans that was still hidden. One of his hand disappeared in between your legs and over your panties, finding your clit right away. “Yes— right there.“ You moaned against his mouth before your head tilted back. You enjoyed each pressure he was making against you, quickly sliding his hand inside your underwear. But his fingers found their way back to where you needed them, expertly. Opening your eyes again, you looked at the man, before looking at your husband. “Babe, I want you too.“ You whispered, and his smile widened on his face. He came closer to you and his mouth found your neck to kiss, bite and lick your skin while James was slowly sliding two digits inside your slit. “Fuck…“ You moaned again, arching against them as Steve massaged your breast over the fabric of your dress and James’ fingers pumped in and out faster. Obviously, you wouldn’t last long. Maybe it was because you hadn’t felt anyone’s fingers, except Steve’s, inside your pussy for years. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t reach your orgasm last night or earlier today. But you couldn’t help but thinking it was only because both men were pleasuring you and making sure you were enjoying this. Clenching around James’ fingers, you cried out while climaxing, your hand holding onto Steve’s chest. “Did it feel good, babe?“ Steve whispered against your ear, his warm breath making yourself moan as James took his fingers out of your pussy to lick them. “You’re really good at this.“ You said, looking at James, as you nodded. Steve, once again, looked very proud of his idea. He looked towards James with a smile, before leaning closer to you. “Babe, I think James is as hard as a rock now.“ You chuckled, placing your hand on the top of James’ pants to massage him through the fabric. “Is my wife making you hard, James?“ “Yes sir.“ He nodded, looking at you as he was biting down on his lip. Feeling yourself still aroused by the situation, you undid his pants and slide it down, freeing his erection and earning a sigh from your neighbor. You took your underwear off and tossed it to the floor before sitting on the counter, legs spread for him. “James, please.“ You almost begged. But he didn’t need you to beg though, and without having to say another word, he slid his hard cock inside you, making you arch your back and open your mouth in a perfect O. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a cock in your pussy that wasn’t Steve’s. “I’m gonna fuck you.“ He mumbled, bucking his hips towards you. “Please, fuck me.“ You grabbed his shoulders again as he paced up, his cock brushing your insides and making you gasp and moan. Steve had taken his cock out of his pants, jerking off while looking at both of you. The idea of him enjoying himself made you more wet, and you started moving your hips to meet James’ thrusts. “That feels so good!“ You cried out, making Steve groan as he was going faster with his hand. “I’m gonna cum.“ James mumbled, trying to pull off. Your heels pressed against his ass to keep him going. “I’m on the pill. Don’t stop, please!“ Reaching down between the two of you, you started massaging your clit, which seemed to push James over the edge. He came with a loud moan, thrusting deeper inside you to fill you up, before finally pulling out. “Fuck, you’re amazing.“ He moaned, resting against the counter as he was catching his breath. You looked towards your husband who had stopped masturbating only to watch James’ orgasm, and was now looking at you. He smiled at you before walking closer, settling in between your legs. He knew exactly what you needed. “You want to cum on my cock, babe?“ You nodded. He didn’t have to say a word, you knew he was beyond happy that James didn’t make you orgasm on his cock. Entering you with a quick trust that made you cried out, you leaned against Steve’s chest, one hand lost in his hair as he started fucking you as fast as he could possibly go. Both of you were close, and both of you needed the release. “Oh my god, Steve! Don’t fucking stop!“ You moaned loudly, closing your eyes to hold back tears of pleasure. He could feel your walls clenching, but it didn’t seem to stop him. Moaning in pleasure, he hit your spot a couple of times, finally making you reach that second orgasm, legs shaking while you screamed out in pleasure. It didn’t take him longer, and he hold you tight against him as he was coming inside you the way he always did. “I love you.“ He whispered against your ear before pulling out, sweating and panting. “Well.“ James said, pulling his pants up. “You’re a weird couple, but you know where to find me if you ever need me again.“ You giggled, face flushed again, as you were looking lovingly towards your husband— the one and only man you’d ever really want.

[midnightcradle]

Fears Headcannons

Here’s some headcannons of the Ikevamps with an MC with a fear of thunderstorms, ghosts, the dark, and bugs. Hope you enjoy!

Thunderstorms

Theo

Theo understands your fear all too  well. He has his own fear of cats, after all.

 When a pretty bad thunderstorm hits and he notices your hands shaking, he knows exactly how you’re feeling

Without asking any questions, he takes your hand

Theo gathers an assortment of blankets and pillows on the way to his destination

He leads you right to the cellar of the mansion and ignores your questions

He sets up the blankets and pillows in a corner and flops down, tugging you down with him

“You’re scared of thunderstorms, right? It’s not as loud down here.” He opens his arms wide, “So I’ll cuddle you for as long as you need.” 

He’ll play with your hair and distract you with stories from his childhood

You and Theo stay down in the cellar together for quite some time, even after the storm has passed

Mozart

Mozart finds thunderstorms incredibly annoying

The cracks of thunder disturb him while writing music and while playing 

He’ll roll his eyes and seek inspiration for his music elsewhere

This leads him right to your room

He’s surprised to see you in bed with the covers over your head. Sleeping this late in the day?

When he calls your name, you let out a yelp

Only then does he realize what’s going on

Just like you helped him overcome his fear of carriages, he wants to help with your fear

He’ll lead you right back to the music room and sit you down at the piano bench beside him

Mozart will play you your favorite songs in hopes of distracting you from the thunder and lightning

He’ll even teach you to play a few simple songs

Vincent

Vincent very much enjoys thunderstorms

Dark clouds and heavy rain make him feel at peace somehow

But when you come into his room with tears streaming down your face, he’d do absolutely anything for the storm to go away

Vincent doesn’t really have any fears, so it’s difficult for him to understand your fear

Despite this, he’ll comfort you however he can

He’ll pull you to his chest and tell you to listen to his heart beating instead of the thunder

Kisses, cuddles, and sweet words will distract you from the storm outside

Ghosts 

Arthur

Theo thought it would be funny to tell you that the mansion is haunted one night as he passed you by in the hallway

It was a joke, of course. Or was it?

Joke or not, you're now on edge

While cleaning up in the library, you hear the floor creak behind you and a shriek escapes your lips

“Sorry, luv. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Arthur gives you an apologetic smile as he wraps his arms around you

Arthur didn't think much of it. He thought he just happened to startle you

But as days go by, he notices that you're acting differently. 

One night he decides to visit your room to ask you about it

His footsteps echo in the empty hallway, and when he stops outside your door he hears a whimper from inside.

“Darling, are you alright?” He opens the door and is surprised to see you in bed with a blanket over you

“Oh, Arthur! I thought you were a ghost.” 

“So ghosts have been distracting you this whole time? I’m rather jealous.” He frowns

That night he decides to lavish you with love, leaving no room for anymore thoughts of those pesky ghosts

His name is all you’ll be thinking about

Dazai

Dazai had no idea you were afraid of ghosts until he told a ghost story

He took your silence as interest, and told the scariest story he could come up with

It wasn't until he finished that he realized the fear in your eyes

“Toshiko-san, it was only a story. Like a fairytale.” He reassures you, but the damage is done

His story has made you paranoid as can be, flinching at every little noise you hear

Dazai feels guilty, of course, and decides to take you on a date into town

He does everything he can to take your mind off of the ghost story

He’ll take you on an extravagant tour of Paris, showing you every nook and cranny

At the end of the day, you’re so tired and content with your date that you forget all about the spooky story

Once you’re asleep in his arms, he’ll stroke your hair and whisper a sincere apology

Shakespeare

Shakespeare’s place is a little eerie, especially at night

Strange things seem to happen, too

One night while enjoying your tea, a book falls from its place on the table

Another night it’s the sound of something moving around upstairs that startles you

Shakespeare doesn't think much of it, but your mind starts to spiral

The breaking point is your teacup falling and shattering, when no one was anywhere near it

“Shakespeare,” You grab onto his sleeve nervously. “Your house isn’t haunted, is it?”

Your question makes Shakespeare laugh

“Forgive me, my dear. But you needn’t worry.” He stands and crosses the room to pick something up

And settles down a warm furry bunny onto your lap

“This is Puck. No ghosts at al, just a naughty bunny” 

He sits beside you and pets your hair while you pet Puck

The Dark  

Comte

Comte picks up on your likes and dislikes pretty quickly

He strives to make you comfortable and happy

He notices that at night you always carry a candle while walking the hallways

Almost instantly, he has more lanterns installed in the hallways 

He gifts you the most beautiful candelabra for your room, with lavender scented candles to go with it. All with the hopes of easing your fear of the dark

And when you spend the night in his room, he keeps a couple of candles lit throughout the entire night

“I hope these candles will make you feel more at ease, ma chérie”

“I always feel at ease. And it’s not because of the candles, it’s because of you” 

Napoleon

Napoleon thinks your fear of the dark is pretty cute

Especially because of the way you cling to him at night

But in order to help you conquer your fear, he tries to put you in situations that might help

He’ll take you on long walks at night

He doesn't mind how hard your grip his hand, or how many times you need to be reassured that everything’s okay

He’s there to show you that the dark can't hurt you and that there’s nothing to fear

At the end of the night, he’ll reward you and show you that good things can happen in the dark 

Isaac

Isaac doesn't really understand your fear

He’ll ask you to tell him about it, and he’ll listen intently as you explain your fear

Even though talking about your fear out loud makes you feel ridiculous, Isaac reassures you that there’s nothing to be ashamed about

Ever since learning about your fear, Isaac makes sure that he’s there for you whenever you have to face the dark

Everyday he’ll make sure he’s by your side before nightfall

When it’s already dark out, he’ll meet you in your bedroom so you don’t have to walk to his room in the dim hallway

To make you feel more comfortable at night, he’ll leave the window wide open to let the moonlight in

And if that’s not enough, he’ll pepper your cheeks with kisses to distract you from your fear

Bugs 

Sebastian

Your fear of bugs doesn't go unnoticed by Sebastian

While gardening together, you can’t help but scream when a bee buzzes by your ear

And when a beetle nearly lands in your hair, you’re nearly in tears

Sebastian does his best to calm you down by telling you these bugs won’t harm you

He sends you back inside where it's safe from all the bugs

He’ll prepare you a snack and a cup of tea to calm your nerves

Sebastian promises that he won’t let any bug come near you while he’s around

Jean

Jean heard your scream coming from the library and he bolted 

He went in with his hand on the hilt of his belt, prepared to fight anyone who would dare make his Mademoiselle scream like that

He lets out a sigh of relief to see you unharmed and alone in the library

“What is it, Mademoiselle?” He asks

His heart drops once more when he notices the tears in your eyes

“Spider,” you manage to say 

The spider in question is nothing but a daddy long leg, but Jean fixes a stern look on his face 

“You’ve frightened her.” He’ll pick the spider up and set it back down outside

You can count on Jean to get rid of any bug in your path

Leonardo

Leonardo had brought a walking stick bug into his room after finding it outside

He made a quick sketch of it and let it crawl on his hand and up his arm

When you came into his room, you smiled and him and walked closer to see what he was sketching

“A bug?” Your smile quickly turns into a frown

“It’s called a phasmatodea. See?” He gestures with his chin to where the bug rests on his arm

You let out a gasp and nearly fall over in your haste to get away

“Cara mia? What’s wrong?” 

You dash out of his room without replying

“Sorry, buddy. It seems like she’s afraid of you.” Leonardo chuckles and takes the bug back outside to where he found it

Even though the bug is long gone, you refuse to enter his room for nearly a week

He doesn’t mind, though. He’ll wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable again

It just means that he gets to spend more time in your room for a change

[violet-knox]

Unspoken Words

Moonie’s Writing Challenge Part 2: Treasure

Pairing:  Young Snape x Slytherin Female Reader

Prompt:  “They’re so cute when they’re asleep”

Summary: You find yourself reaping the consequences of breaking school rules last nigh in detention.

Word Count: 3885

A/N: Ah, it’s been a while. Sorry I’ve been so scarce on tumblr, life is just hard sometimes. I think I’m going to focus on my entry for the Snape Bang before I try getting back into LSL but hopefully I’ll be more active soon. I hope you like part 2 of my entry for @moonie-writes​‘s writing challenge and thanks for reading! 

Part 1

Plates filled with sandwiches, wraps, salads and chips filled the Great Hall as you entered, thoughts of last night beginning to seep back in as you walked to the end of the Slytherin table with Severus. You’d hardly slept last night after how your night had ended and neither of you felt the need to leave the dorm for breakfast, so you stayed. Even when you snuck into the boy’s dorm to snuggle up next to Severus, sleep continued to evade you and you knew you weren’t the only restless one last night. If the circle under his eyes hadn’t given away his tired state, his constant movements last night surely did. Neither of you had spoken a single word to one another since last night, yet you each knew how the other felt. The silence was your only comfort. It was the one place where you knew you’d both find one another again if either of you ever felt lost and even now, sitting next to him as you nibbled on some fruit, you could sense his amenity. 

Your palm warmed at his icy touch, his fingers slowly grazing the inside of your hand as your eyes met his. Your own fingers played with his a moment before seeking to interlock and rest in place. A smile made its way to your lips as you looked up at his peaceful expression. His love for you had always astounded you. Sure, he was never one to express how he felt for you in traditional manners but it meant that much more to you knowing that he’d stepped away from his own place of comfort to share his feelings with you. You knew you’d never forget last night the same way the day he’d first spoken those three words to you had created a memory you knew would stick with you for the rest of your life. It felt like such simple times back then, yet it was only a couple months ago. You’d found an empty compartment as the Hogwarts express left for Hogwarts and you’d spent the ride there doing nothing more than sharing your dreams for your last year at Hogwarts with one another when he’d suddenly whispered I love you. He was so sure of himself, like he’d planned it out the entire summer you were apart. The way he looked at you, the way he kissed you when you returned the gesture, it was the same compassion he wore right now. He loved you with everything he had, and you knew in that moment like you did now that nothing could ever change that. 

The sudden gush of air from above tore your gaze from each other as everyone turned their attention to the owls flying above, seeking for the recipients of the letters tied to their legs. You knew you weren’t expecting a letter and you’d never once seen Severus receive anything from his parents so you turned back to face him, about to speak when two owls landed on the table right in front of you and Severus. They both stuck out their legs, offering you the letter they carried but you didn’t have to untie them to know what message they’d brought you. You’d recognized them as school owls and since Hagrid had failed to mention what punishment you’d be facing last night, you assumed he’d managed to remember today, just in time to ruin your lunch. Hesitantly, you both reached out to untie the letters, letting the owls reward themselves with a bit of your food as you unfolded the letter and read:

Your detention will begin tonight. Professor Kettleburn has asked for some help preparing for her lessons this week so you will be spending the night outdoors. Dress appropriately and meet me near the edge of the pumpkin patch tonight at 8:00 pm. 

Hagrid

“Well, it could be worse,” you said, stuffing the letter in your pocket. Severus let out a frustrated sigh as he leaned forward and let his hair fall around the sides of his face. 

“I’d rather scrub first year cauldron then deal with whatever creature Hagrid wants us to tackle,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him. He could hardly imagine what kind of danger you would both be facing tonight after seeing the way the Gamekeeper interacted with all those creatures throughout the years. It was as if they were nothing more than harmless pets trained to be as loving as a dog but of course, every student at Hogwarts knew better. Severus ran his fingers through his hair as he tried not to think about tonight, hoping you would both leave detention unscathed.   

“It’ll be fine,” you said, carefully running your index finger along his hairline and tucking his hair behind his ear. Your gentle voice accompanied by your swift touch soothed him. He could simply melt in his chair if you continued to show such compassion for him.  

Slowly, he reached up to grab the hand caressing his cheek. Taking a moment, he pressed his lips into your palm as he lost himself in your eyes. He’d gotten so used to leaning on your support so much over the past year, he could hardly believe he’d ever lived without it. At times, he’d take a moment to remind himself that what he had with you was a privilege, one that he knew he had to do everything in his power to protect. He was lucky to have found you, to have someone he cared for return his love and to put to rest the lonely bitter boy he’d once been, replaced by a man full of potential. 

“Care to go for a walk?” He asked in a low, soothed tone. Being in this room, surrounded by students with Professors peering over everyone wasn’t something he was particularly fond of, especially with the dread he felt over his upcoming detention weighing him down. He needed to get out of here as he knew you would too. 

Smiling, you nodded your head as you turned your hand around so your palm was facing his. You stood on your feet and gripped him tightly, leaving behind your unfinished lunch along with the grief you felt when those letters arrived. You’d only just stepped outside the Great Hall and already you felt lighter. Walking closer to Severus, you placed your free hand over his arm, cuddling it as you leaned into him, letting him lead you to the Entrance Hall. 

Severus walked out towards the empty courtyard and looked up at the same sky once flashing with lights now completely clear, filled with a soft blue. Absentmindedly, he began walking towards the same place he’d usually go to in a time of distress, the same place he’d learned to share with you and you alone; the hilltop behind the Black Lake next to the Forbidden Forest.

It wasn’t a surprise to either of you that you’d ended up back here, laying on the grass beside one another, silently enjoying the last breeze of the spring air. You’d always ended up back here whenever Severus felt the need to break away from reality and spend some time alone with nothing but his thoughts. You found him here the day after Lily had so publicly ended their friendship, the day of your first kiss, the day you were meant to head home for the Holidays in December and each time, you’d simply joined him, sitting in silence until he’d found his way back to you, his hand slipping into yours.

This was the first time you’d both shown up together, the first time your fingers had been locked between his before you’d settled into the grass and it almost felt like the gesture had solidified the bond between you, entwining your souls forever. You were no longer one person comforting the other but a couple sharing in your worries, emotions, pain and joy. You feel in love sharing the silence of the library and now here you were ending this chapter of your life together int eh same way. 

Time flew by as you sat there with Severus, watching the sky slowly darken, few words exchanged between you both. You wanted to sit there with him until the Hogwarts Express came to take you away one last time but as you looked at your watch and realized the time, any sort of peace you’d found the last few hours slowly sizzled away. You groaned into his chest, wrapping your arm around his waist and hugging him as tightly as you could. Closing your eyes, you thought of what might have happened to your weekend if you hadn’t been caught last night, staying up late with Severus, reading with him until you fell asleep in his arms, running your fingers through his hair as you both cuddled the day away. But you were hardly one to complain when you were to blame for the detention you’d both received instead. 

“It’s time isn’t it?” Severus whispered lowly, watching you protest against him as the sun slowly began to set. You nuzzled into him further and mumbled incoherently. Severus sighed as he loosened his grip on you, squeezing your shoulder as he looked up at the sky one last time before lifting himself up and propping himself onto his elbows. 

You let out another groan when you felt him moving beneath you, frowning as you lifted your head from off his chest and looked up at him. Sitting with your legs crossed on the grass, you looked down at your lap in disappointment, the small sliver of hope that your detention would have somehow been cancelled by now lost. “Sev, I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” he asked, confused at your sudden apology. 

“It’s my fault we have detention. I ruined our last few weeks at Hogwarts,” you explained, wrapping your arms around yourself, keeping your head low in shame. 

Severus had never seen you like this before and it worried him. Did you really think all the blame of what happened last night feel on you? And how could you possibly believe you’d ruined your last few memories at Hogwarts together? The only thing he could possibly imagine ruining his seventh year is if he’d managed to lose you. He was happy, he was always happy so long as he was with you, even if you were sharing detention together, at least you were sharing it as a couple. 

“(Y/N),” he said, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, scouting over to sit next to you, his thighs pressed against yours. “Detention isn’t going to ruin our final year.”

He knew his words meant nothing, that you were too far in your head to believe him but that didn’t mean he couldn’t help reassure your conclusion was false. Slowly, he pushed aside your hair, trying to catch your attention but you simply refused to lift up your gaze. “(Y/N), look at me.”

He could feel you ever so slightly relax beneath his touch, your eyes slowly turning towards him. His palm naturally rested on your cheek as your eyes met and he could see all the pain and blame weighing on you beneath the depth of your iris. No words were exchanged as you both revealed in the presence of the other and as he stared into your eyes, he could sense your burden lighten, released under the weights of pressure you’d created. 

Eventually, your smile returned to your face and he felt your weight shift as you lunged at him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. His chest filled with warmth, his hands placed on your back as he hugged you. It always astounded him how powerful your connection with him was, stronger than any magic he’d studied over the years and as you found comfort in that strength right now, he’d found the same would apply to him when he needed it most. 

“I love you,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck. 

“I love you too,” you replied, your smile stretching from ear to ear as you pulled him in closer. Taking in a deep breath, you slowly let go enough to rise to your feet. Hand-in-hand, you both made your way around the Forbidden Forest to begin your detention together. You weren’t afraid nor were you worried about whatever punishment you were to endure for the mistakes you’d made last night. Severus was right there beside you and you knew that no matter what happened tonight, you had him to lean on. 

“Come round, all o’ yeh,” spoke Hagrid, gesturing for you and the others who were unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate) enough to get caught after dark last night by him to follow to the other side of the pumpkin patch behind his hut. Looking around at the others, whatever remaining guilt you felt began to fade as you realized you weren’t the only one last night caught admiring the stars, and you certainly weren’t the only Slytherins to be caught during Hagrid’s patrol around the Forbidden Forest. 

“Most o’ yeh should recognize these furry creatures-” he started his spiel, pointing out the nifflers running around in the designated area he’d created for them. “They’ve jus arrived an' i need yeh ter help me prepare 'em fer Professor Kettleburn’s class tomorrow.”

You and Severus exchanged a quick look before turning your attention back to the hyper energetic creatures bouncing from one corner of their playground to the next. Though you really weren’t a fan of the havoc wrecking creatures, your detention definitely could have been a lot worse, especially if you were assigned to someone other than Hagrid. You were both suddenly very glad you’d chosen to take Care of Magical Creatures in your fourth year, realizing everyone else that was here had also likely taken the class and learned about Nifflers. 

“Before we begin, remove anything shiny an' place ‘em in here.” Hagrid pulled out a small box, walking around between the students as they removed any jewelry, pins or clips and placed it into the box. You quickly undid your watch then reached around the back of your neck to undo your necklace and place both items in the box. 

You were heartbroken to part without the small charm Severus had gifted you, secretly housing the vial of Liquid Luck he’d won in Potions last year. You could still remember that day like it was yesterday, jealous that Severus was the only one in the class that had managed to almost complete the challenge Slughorn had set but that jealousy slowly turned into pride as you spoke to him after class. He’d brushed it off so easily but you could tell he was truly skilled in the art of potion making which you knew you could never compare to and for the first time, that was okay. He deserved the prize he’d won and so imagine your surprise when you found out a year later he’d saved it all this time. 

He was strategic, holding it for a desperate time, one he’d claimed he’d almost reached over the summer but he’d held on, letting life kick him down and fighting his own way to get back up again. You didn’t want to accept the gift at first, feeling the pressure was too much for you to carry, even his words weren’t enough to convince you he was making the right choice. But the way he looked at you, the trust he conveyed when he’d asked you to keep his vial of Felix Felicis was like something out of a movie. You’d never felt the way you had that day, like you could feel his trust with a simple look into his eyes and you’d become a simple agent of love, doing her bidding, following your instincts. You took the vial and promised yourself you’d find the right time to use it, a time that would benefit Severus most. 

“Now, watch carefully,” spoke Hagrid as he set the box aside. You tore your eyes from where your necklace sat and tried to focus on the gamekeeper instead as he approached the Nifflers. “Yeh don' wan' ter scare 'em when yeh go ter grab 'em. Carefully pick 'em up, an' gently hold 'em by their ankles outside the gate an' let the items fall out o' their pouch.” 

Hagrid did as his instructions demanded, and you watched a few coins and trinkets fall out of the pouch of the niffler in the hands of the giant man. 

“Yeh wan' ter put 'em back inside the fence before picking up the items which yeh can place here.” Hagrid placed the Niffler back with the others and went to gather the items that had fallen to the ground and place them inside another, larger box. Placing that box far enough away from the Nifflers, he then instructed everyone to spread themselves out along the fence and empty out the pouches of all the nifflers. You and Severus made your way to the edge of the enclosed area, setting yourselves down to do as you were instructed. 

Severus watched a few of the others catch a niffler before reaching over the fence to find one of his own. They were a lot more agile than he’d first remembered and he very quickly learned why this task was being given as detention. Each time he’d try and lift one off the ground, it would slip out of his hand and run around as if it was playing some sort of game with him. There was no doubt in his mind, scrubbing cauldrons until his fingers fell off was a much more merciful punishment than this. 

“Blast!” Severus grunted as another one escaped his grasp for the third time. Looking over at you, he saw you smiling as you held your first niffler, carefully hoisting it over the fence and emptying its pouch. The niffler immediately tried to grab the silver pen that had fallen to the ground and you lost your grip on one of its legs. Your smile slowly faded, and Severus could tell you were panicking over letting the creature loose. 

Quickly, he reached out and did the best he could to contain the niffler, grasping it as you struggled to regain your own grip. You looked over to the gate and Severus helped you put down the niffler before it could cause you any more trouble.

“Maybe this will be easier if we worked together,” you suggested, thankful Severus was there to help avert the havoc created by a loose niffler. Picking up the pen, you walked over to the box of trinkets and tossed it in. Severus agreed to work with you when you returned and the second niffler you caught seemed to have given a lot less of a fight when you removed the items from its pouch. Soon enough, every niffler was free of trinkets and Hagrid had begun instructing you to feed them. 

As Hagrid passed around the bag of treats, Severus felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was beyond happy detention hadn’t turned out dangerous enough to put your lives in jeopardy. He stole a few glances from you as you both fed the nifflers, glad you’d managed to find a sense of peace after all that happened last night. You seemed much calmer now and perhaps that was due to the time you’d spent today comforting one another in silence. You’d always found such amenity when you both sat there without sharing a single word together much like the nifflers that had begun to curl up in their own corners after being fed, clearly exhausted from the long day they’ve had.  

Once all the nifflers seemed to have settled in, Hagrid went around handing everyone back their belongings. Looking back at the nifflers, you felt yourself relax. They looked so happy as they fell asleep one by one. Smiling, you slowly placed your hand over Severus’, his fingers curling around yours as you both simply watched the creatures ruffle lightly in their sleep. 

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep and not running all over the place,” you spoke softly, admiring the nifflers and the way they cuddled up to one another. 

“After all that, you’re going to call them cute?” He was a bit taken back by your comment, wondering if you’d actually served the same detention or if the absolute nightmare he’d just been through was one he’d made up in his head. 

“Well they are! Look at them!” You let out a small giggle as you gestured to all the nifflers, laying on the grass. 

“They’re evil.”

“Severus! They aren’t evil. Don’t be so dramatic.” You watched him roll his eyes as you lectured him. He always seemed to exaggerate situations to a comical point and though you found it humorous, you worried about him sometimes. You didn’t want him to miss out on all the positive things in life simply because he refused to let go of the negatives. 

“One of them tried to bite off my finger,” he countered, absolutely baffled with how you could possibly defend the creatures you’d both spent the last two hours battling. 

“Because you held it too tightly!”

“I did no such thing,” he said, denying your claims. Hagrid came by and handed you back your belongings which you immediately clasped back on. Your watch wasn’t anything of importance, but your necklace meant more to you than anyone could ever know. 

“I can’t believe you still wear that,” Severus said as he watched it dangle around your neck while you secure it in place. Letting it drop to your chest, you traced its outline before tucking it under your shirt. 

“You never know when you might need it,” you smiled at him, as you settled back. Severus’ eyes stayed locked on the necklace under your shirt, wondering why you felt the need to carry it around like that. The day he gave it to you, he’d done it because he knew that he’d likely use it for the wrong reason; get back at Potter, try and regain Lily’s friendship or even help Slytherin win a game of Quidditch against Gryffindor. Giving it to you was his way of using it responsibly because he knew you were calculated, he knew that when you decided to use it, it would be for a good reason. 

“We could have used it last night,” he joked, knowing it would have prevented Hagrid from finding you. Maybe you would have even gotten to enjoy something more than a few cuddles and kisses under the stars.

“I suppose we could have,” you smirked back at him. You wondered for a moment how things would have turned out if you had decided to use his liquid luck last night though you knew that ultimately, there would come a moment in both your lives when you would need it most, especially since there was a war awaiting you in the real world after you graduated. Whatever the future had in store for you and Severus, you only hoped you could face it together, because together, you would survive and together you would overcome anything that came your way. 

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Thin Line

Summary: You’re wild and free. She’s strict and trained. You and Natasha are polar opposites and it drives her crazy. Each move you make annoys her to no end. But, there’s a thin line between annoyance and adoration.

Rating: 18+ Violence, Language, Blood, Death, and Smut.

Chapter 10

You did not want to be back here.

The compound had been your home but it’s colder than before. Much much quieter. And damn near empty.

On the way in you and Natasha don’t even bump into an overly excited recruit like you use to. Almost as if they know what had happened between the team mere hours ago.

You do, however, find Tony, Vision, and Rhodey. The inventor is in his lab tinkering as usual and Vision is just around.

The lack of Wanda’s presence has left the android feeling more than lost.

And Rhodey is in the medical wing. You stop by for a short few minutes to talk with him. When you pull a laugh from him your mood instantly perks up.

Then you and Natasha settle into your room.

You take a shower and change, before collapsing on the bed.

With the quiet of your room swirling around you, you fall into your thoughts.

Mainly, you think about going to see Wanda, all of your friends, but mostly her. Reservations stick with you though. Seeing her with that shock collar on made your blood boil, you hate to imagine how they have her in that cell.

Those thoughts shift to Steve. You couldn’t even begin to guess where he is. Tony have you no explanation of what happened. Just sent a three worded text - They got away.

And that left you even more confused. You had no idea Tony had even gone after them. Why hadn’t he said anything? What did-

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Looking from the cieling, you drag your eyes over to Natasha.

Your eyebrow immediately rises as you shamelessly take in Natasha, who is standing in nothing at all at the bathroom door.

“Uh, every single one of them just flew out the window.”

Natasha smirks, taking small deliberate steps toward you, before throwing her leg over yours. Her hands push against your chest as she straddles you, guiding you to lay back on the bed.

Instinctively your hands meet her bare waist and you lick your lips.

“I’ve missed you” She husks, full pink lips hovering over yours.

“I’ve missed you too Pretty Girl.”

You don’t miss the light blush that coats her cheeks right before she kisses you.

She trails kisses down your jaw and to your neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin she finds. She can’t help but smirk at her handy work, then pushing her hands up your shirt.

Her eyebrow raises at her discovery of you braless.

You blush,“ I wanted to be comfortable.”

“I didn’t say anything.” She shrugs a little, continuing her actions.

Her thumbs trail up the curve of your breast, cupping them, and rolling your nipples between her fingers. Not being able to help herself anymore, she practically yanks your shirt off, placing her mouth where her hands had been.

You moan at the feeling of her mouth on you, pleasure spiking through your body almost dangerously.

“Wait,” you sound breathless and desperate, despite you stopping her.

She pulls back instantly, worried she may have hurt you or overstepped.

“What’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Her hands hover over you as if she’s uncertain about whether to touch you or not.

You shake your head,“ no, god, no you didn’t I just-” you rake a hand through your hair,“ should we be doing this?”

“Are you feeling guilty about having sex with me?” Her tone is teasing but she’s also serious, for your sake.

“Kind of. I mean. All this shit is going on and we’re-”

“Y/N, baby, we’ve been through so much these past few weeks and we’ve barely had any time together. I don’t feel guilty for wanting to sleep with you.”

Processing her words, you agree. It’s not the most ideal timing but you haven’t spent any alone time with her, this is your chance to.

“Right. Right. Sorry, I didn’t just kill the mood did I?”

Natasha chuckles and shakes her head,“ not at all.”

As if nothing had happened, she has her lips on you again. This time gliding her fingers down your body and into your shorts.

She brushes over you through you underwear and your hips involuntarily jerk move against her hand. After pressing against you once, a moan slipping from your lips into her mouth, she pushes your underwear aside.

Gathering your wetness on her fingers, she starts to circle your clit. You revel in the feeling it gives you and you bite down on her bottom lip, tugging on it as you pull away.

“Nat, I-” you become even more breathless with each rotation of her fingers.

“What is it baby?”

“I need to taste you.” You sigh, watching her eyes.

She nods,“ if that’s what you want.”

You could’ve cum on the sight of her licking you off her fingers alone.

“Fuck,” you groan, immediately flipping her over.

You quickly rid yourself of your remaining clothes, before diving into her wetness. One broad lick through her folds, before sucking her clit into your mouth.

Her hands grip your hair, pulling you closer to her center, her hips rutting up against your mouth

Enjoying every sound and move you earn from her, you decide to slip two fingers into her. And she takes them with ease.

With every flick of your tongue, you move your fingers faster. You feel your own slick coating your thighs, completely turned on by everything that she is.

“Right there.” She moans as you press your fingers against her spongey insides.

She clenches around your fingers, sucking them back in every time you pull them out.

Like the snap of a rubber band, Natasha comes, quicker than ever before, squirting over your fingers and the bottom of your face.

“Holy fuck!” Her green eyes screw shut as her whole body twitches.

You eagerly drink in all that she has as she grinds through her orgasm.

“Now that,” you smirk up at her,“ has never happened before.”

After evening out her breaths, she looks into your eyes,“ never.”

Instant shock,“ wait, I’m the first to ever make you squirt?”

You try not to get cocky as she nods at you.

Her hand reaches up, and her finger curl around your jaw,“ which I think deserves a reward.”

She’s kissing you immediately after, pulling you flush against her, and then flipping you.

Natasha loves the taste of you, if you couldn’t tell by the eager strokes her tongue makes against you.

Her fingers leave light circles over your clit as her tongue ran through your folds and teased at your entrance. She slips into you with a moan, the vibration eliciting one from you as well.

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper, one hand clutching the sheets as the other laces with Natasha’s.

You feel her smirk against you, but you’re too far into ecstasy to remark.

Feeling you clench around her tongue makes her increase the pace of her fingers. Her circles brought you closer and closer to the edge.

It’s her tongue, pressing against that oh so glorious spot, that tips you over.

Her name is a repeated breath on your lips as you twitch beneath her.

She licks you through your orgasm, hand having abandoned your sensitive clit.

Your labored breaths cause your chest to heave, fingers uncurling ever so slowly from the sheets and Natasha’s hand.

Finally sobering up, you pull her up your body, and kiss her with fervor.

This was needed more than you thought.

You can’t feel an ounce of stress in your body anymore.

It’s still there, but it matters so much less compared to the euphoria and love you feel right now.

Both you and Natasha pull the covers back and snuggle close underneath. You run your fingers through her, still slightly damp, red hair, and shut your eyes.

The warmth of her body mixed with the warmth of yours.

Neither of you say anything, tired and also happy to have each other.

With her head resting on your chest, fingers brushing over your bare skin, she mutters,“ ya tak tebya lyublyu.”

She doesn’t mean for you to hear those words, what with her saying it while you’re “asleep” and also saying it in Russian, but you do. And you know that she said she loves you.

You hesitate, unsure if she’s ready to acknowledge it. Truly truly be in love with someone. You take a risk.

“I love you too Pretty Girl.” You say.

And you wait.

And wait.

And- she kisses above your heart and tightens her hold on you and you grin like an idiot, sleep creeping up slowly on your ecstatic body.

******

The last thing anyone would expect after a night like that, is to find the bed empty.

You slept soundly the entire night, which you hadn’t been able to do recently, and when you woke up, you cuddled closer to what you thought was Natasha.

Except it was much much too soft. You opened your eyes to see her gone, her pillow in your arms instead of her.

The bathroom door was wide open so you know she isn’t in there.

A glance at the clock shows the bright red numbers 8:15 and you deduce that Natasha is in the gym. She couldn’t sleep in if she tried.

You take a long shower, still relaxed from the previous night’s activities, and pull on the most comfortable outfit you own: sweats and a t-shirt. The outfit, however, isn’t complete until you’re pulling on a hoodie of Natasha’s.

She’s sure to make some sly comment about it but you don’t care, it smells like her and after last night you really wanted to feel close to her.

Before heading to the gym, you stop by the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and fix Natasha one.

Unsurprisingly, you find Tony.

His exhausted form leans against the counter, his gaze fixed on the objects in front of him: his phone, a flip phone, and a tablet.

“Jeez Tony, taking a break won’t kill you.” You joke.

His brown eyes slowly trail from the counter to you. They search your eyes and they don’t find what they had been looking for.

He expected devastation, maybe some anger. You seem far too happy to know what had happened and he hated having to tell you.

“The Raft was broken into last night, Wilson and Maximoff are gone,” before you can reply he adds,“ I also so Romanoff leave earlier.”

You frown, tilting your head and smirking in disbelief. A humorless chuckle escapes you,“ so she went for a run, she’ll be back.”

But that isn’t it. Tony’s face gives it all away. You knew he didn’t mean it casually but you hoped.

“She took the other Quinjet, had a bag, and left her phone on the table.”

Truly, devastatingly, not wanting to believe him, you abandon your coffee and walk into the common room.

Through the window you see both landing pads empty of the jets and a glance at the table reveals Natasha’s phone.

Each step you take toward it is weighed down with your hurt.

If she’s gone gone, why hadn’t she said anything? Did she genuinely not want you anymore? Had last night scared her off? So much so that she couldn’t even say goodbye?

Angry, heartbroken tears pool in your eyes and immediately rush down your cheeks. But you wipe them away harshly.

You grip Natasha’s phone in your hand and the screen comes on as you pick it up.

The, seemingly permanent, frown on your face deepens.

It’s unlocked.

You swipe up.

The password was removed.

Anybody, the dumbest person, could guess that Natasha always kept a lock on her phone.

Paying even more attention, you look closer at the folders on her phone. Each one holding one singular letter underneath.

N

O

T

E

S

Much much too obvious, but part of you thinks that, maybe that’s the point.

Of course she wouldn’t have left without a goodbye. You’d become such an important, vital, part of her life. She loves you.

But she also wouldn’t have blatantly told you she was leaving.

Not after having seen how much you wanted to keep the Avengers together. Her leaving aided the idea of the Avengers breaking up and she couldn’t tell you face to face that she’d be doing so.

Her phone is her hope.

She hopes you find her. She hopes you want to. She hopes that you love her enough to be with her, selfishly, instead of sticking with Tony.

The easy part of it all ends with clicking the Notes app. From there you tap the note titled with your name and find it locked.

Now this is the Natasha you know and love.

Without hesitation, you set toward your room.

Hacking a spies psssord won’t be easy, no matter how much you know about her, so you’d better start now, before whatever information was no longer useful.

******

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[corruptedconfessions]

Kiri.. the lad... the shark man... the rock... reacting to a fem reader who has WAY more kinks than he thought. Like, they're just friends with benefits and she reveals she has both a daddy and feeding kink. OBLIVIOUSLY this means she likes him, right?! Clearly, this is her trusting him enough to let him take her away from everyone else to be with just him. Kiri knows exactly what to do :) and your kink just makes it easier! (You dont have to do those kinks if they're a squick, I just love them)

Ngl I headcanon that both Yandere!Kirishima and Yandere!Bakugo would have feeding kinks. Kirishima gets off on being a big strong manly provider. Bakugo gets off on seeing you eat food that he cooks, and seeing you wrap your lips around his creation. The weirdo.

Anywayyy before I get carried away

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@shorkbrian​ come get ur man

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It had been several months since you had started sleeping with the hero Red Riot, and at first everything had seemed like a dream. Not only was he eager and open to exploring any kinks you brought to the table, and often got even more into them than you. The sex had been great, and the random drop ins with take out clutched in his arms had been cute, but it had quickly gotten old. 

You had enjoyed the state of your current relationship, the two of you were compatible as hell in bed, but it didn’t go past that. There were no ties between the two of you, no feelings beyond the occasional wet dreams or dirty thoughts you had about him at work. 

At first when he would drop in occasionally without notice, shove his way into your apartment, ignoring your protests or complaints you had just rolled your eyes, taken whatever food or gift he shoved in your arms and accepted it. But then it kept happening. Nearly everyday he showed up at your home even when you told him not to, ignoring you when you told him to leave, getting angry when you told him you had other plans with other people. You had shrugged off the warning signs and started not answering the door at all and no longer texted him for hookups. Any crying emojis or pleas for at least a booty pic were left on read, ignored. 

And then he had started showing up at your work, still clad in his hero uniform, bringing as much attention to himself as possible as he held an obnoxiously big bouquet of roses or a teddy bear, or whatever cliché little sappy present he chose for that day. He would hover by the only exit, his face lighting up whenever he saw you, a bright grin crossing his face as he practically bounded over to you, shoving his latest gift in your arms and lavishing you in so many compliments and sweet words that you had no choice but to force a smile and let him lead you out to his car, his hand a little too tight around your shoulders. It always ended with you cornered in his apartment, being offered drinks, food, movies, sex-endless amounts of things that you couldn’t even begin to turn down until it was too late for the hero to feel “comfortable” letting you leave. It always led to you staying the night and having to deal with hours of cuddling and endless kisses. 

Every morning started with him trying to smoothly imply that he could take care of you, something you always ignored as you shrugged off his hugs and kisses, practically darting out of his apartment, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. 

He clearly wasn’t taking any hints, maybe it was time to break it off cleanly before things got any worse. 

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“Hey, baby! It’s about time you called me over again! Ignoring me wasn’t very manly of you, but that’s okay, i’ll always forgive you~” 

Before you could open your mouth the redhead was swooping down, kissing you hard and roughly nipping your lower lip before practically shoving you out of his way, forcing his way into your apartment as he immediately headed towards your kitchen table. 

“I bought sushi from that place downtown you like! It was a bit of a detour, but anything for my baby~!”

You frowned, shutting the door behind you before following him into the kitchen, watching as he immediately started spreading the food out across the table-way more than the two of you could ever eat. Your stomach rolled at the thought, memories of Kirishima stuffing food in your mouth and then rubbing your swollen stomach as you whined and cried, too sick to fight him and he cuddled and doted on you, often fingering or eating you out while rubbing your stomach, ignoring you as you whined and cried.

You were ashamed of how much you liked him stuffing you full, even when he didn’t seem to understand and always took it too far, like he always did. 

“Kiri-”

“Look! I even stopped by that sweet shop you like and got your favorite~ Maybe we can eat it while watching a movie later!” 

“I don’t really have time tonight, im going-”

“Look! I got us a nice wine, Fatgum said something about it having really nice acidity and legs and blah blah, I don’t really understand it all! I just know if it tastes good, I drink!”

He laughed heartily as he eagerly pushed you into your seat, taking up the seat across from you as he started dishing out the sushi between the two of you rambling the whole way. Every time he took a pause to take a breath or shove some food in his mouth you tried to speak, just to be immediately talked over by the redhead as he suddenly remembered some urgent stupid thing he had to tell you. 

“Look, Kirishima-”

“Don’t be like that, baby! What have I said about that, call me Eijiro! Or Daddy!” 

A sly grin covered his face as he purred out the last word, making your stomach roll as you resisted the urge to go across the table and smack him. 

“Whatever, what I was trying to say was-”

Just as you thought you had finally caught his attention his eyes drifted down to your untouched plate, an annoyed look flickering across his face, disappearing so quickly you wondered if you imagined it. Not that you had much time to question him or think about it since in a split second his face had changed back into that perverted grin as he snatched one of the pieces off your place with his chopsticks, holding it up as his eyes darkened with lust. 

“Come on, baby...Open up for your daddy and maybe you’ll get to eat something else as a reward~” 

His voice was a low rumble, nearly a growl, something that made you freeze up in your seat in fear for a moment. No. You weren’t letting this go on another second!

“Kirishima! Enough!”

Freezing from where he had been leaning all the way across the table, pushing the piece of sushi to your lips, the redhead stared at you with wide confused eyes. A weaker soul would have hesitated at the innocent hurt eyes that were aimed at you, but you didn’t waver staring back at him, face twisted into an annoyed scowl.

“B-baby? What’s wrong? Did they mess up the sushi, I'll go back and get you some more if you’d-”

You growled in frustration, tangling your hands in your hair when he ignored you yet again, immediately making up his own excuse and assuming your feelings, never taking a second to just let you talk. 

“I can’t do this anymore! I thought you would take a hint when I stopped inviting you over, or when I stopped sleeping with you, but you just don’t get it!!”

Frozen in his seat, wide confused eyes stared up at you as his eyebrows knitted together in concern, a scarred hand reaching out for you, flinching back when you immediately leaned away from his touch with another frustrated growl. 

“It’s over, Kirishima! I don’t want to sleep with you anymore!! And I'm sick of you coming around here all the time and acting like we’re something we’re not! I don’t want to date you! I don’t want anything to do with you!!”

The innocent confused look on his face just infuriated you further, all the frustration and anger from all these months finally bubbling over as you screamed at him. Your eyes burned as you desperately pushed back the frustrated tears that threatened to spill over as he slowly stood up, reaching for you again, frowning when you stepped back to avoid his touch. 

“W-what do you mean? Have I done something? What are you talking about? Wh-what, baby-”

He flinched back as you immediately glared sharply at him, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you resisted the urge to stomp your foot in frustration. This is exactly why you didn’t do relationships, you hated this part, hated those hurt eyes staring at you, hated the attachment that always ended poorly...

“Stop calling me that, I'm not your baby! We just fucked, Kirishima! It doesn’t mean anything! You’re the one that started showing up at my house, at my work. ‘Have I done something?’ are you kidding me?!”

The redhead stood back as you yelled at him, watching you with hurt splashed across his expression, one hand clutching his other arms bicep as he flinched away from your harsh words. 

“I-I just wanted to spend time with you...”

You fell silent watching him with a soft frown, your anger melting away as his voice softened, sounding near on the edge of tears. 

“But I don’t want to spend time with you.”

The words seemed to cut like a knife, sharp and harsh in the air, the hero standing across from you physically flinching back as if in pain as they were spoken.

“Look...I think it’s time for you to go. I can pay you back for the sushi...-”

You turned your back to him, stepping towards the kitchen to grab your purse and lead the heart broken hero to the door when something hit the back of your head, your body crumpling to the floor with the impact. 

Everything was spinning, yet the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing pain in your skull. Vaguely you could feel wetness on your face, but your vision was too dark to see what it was. Everything felt so far away...

Right as you blacked out, falling limp against the kitchen tile, the hero finally came to his senses. Horror filled him as he looked down at your limp body, his fist still clutching the neck of the wine bottle he had smashed over your head. 

“Oh my god...”

Dropping it, letting the glass shatter along with the rest of the bottle that was floating in the wine spilled on the floor, he immediately reached out, gathering you up in his arms princess style as he lifted you off of the floor.  

“It’s okay, It’s okay...Shh, shh shh, baby. It’s okay, I'm gonna take care of this...”

He mumbled frantically to your unconscious form as he stepped away from the mess he had made, his hands shaking as he stared down at your unresponsive face. What did he do? What should he do now?!

What else was he supposed to do? You had tried to leave him! Tried to make him leave! You were his reason to live, his sunrise, his sunset, every waking moment had been about you! He...he needed you. He couldn’t let you get away!

Clearly...Clearly if his feelings were this strong you had to feel the same, right?! You were just...were just...scared! Scared you weren’t enough for him! Anyone would be scared to meet their soulmate, right?! It would all be okay once he...once he explained to you that he loved you!

He understood now, all of this, your entire relationship was just you trying to tell him that you were ready! That you wanted him to take you and take care of you, but he had been stupid and hadn’t noticed what you were saying! You had just gotten anxious, afraid that he wouldn’t still love you if you relied on him so much!

You didn’t need to worry, silly! He’ll take good care of you, just like a daddy should after all! He made some mistakes but the two of you had all the time in the world to work past it! He would make it up to you, he was sure. All you needed was time and this silly little misunderstanding would be in the past and the two of you could move on!...Right?

He clutched your limp body closer to his chest as he carefully opened the front door, stepping out of your apartment and rushing down to his car. Luckily none of your neighbors were out to spot him, not that anyone would ever question such a high ranking hero like Red Riot! Still, he didn’t want anyone but himself to look at his baby...

No one would ever look at you ever again.

[foreficfandom]

The Arcana - Taking Care Of Sick MC

(Minor trigger warnings for: mentions of the in-game plague, fear of sickness, medicinal bugs)

– Asra –

Asra notices your cold the same time you do. Right when he wakes up next to you and sees your pallid complexion, he immediately knows you’ve got the bug.

He usually takes any chance he can get to sleep in, but not this time. First a gentle word of assurance, then quickly to the kitchen to heat up some water for a medicinal tea mix. As the water boils, he feels your neck and face - not too hot. Thankfully it’s not serious, just inconvenient. 

Expect a lot of home remedies. Healing magic is too ostentatious for a simple cold, and it’s not a field Asra’s familiar with, anyways. He insists you eat some porridge, and drink lots of honeyed water. There’s lots of mugs of various teas, some awfully bitter but Asra insists you bear with it. You get a very pungent astringent balm on your chest for congestion, and he can’t hold in his giggles when you complain about how much it burns.

A lot of these remedies are trusted green witchery. Asra isn’t super skilled at making tinctures, but it’s enough to help a cold. Some he learned while studying magic, some he actually did invent.

He’s gonna manage the shop while you sleep. He lights lavender incense and mint candles, and Faust also stays upstairs to keep you company. Every hour he does a quick check to make sure you’re doing alright, or not sneaking out of bed. If he catches you, he bodyblocks you with a smirk until you sheepishly crawl back under the covers.

When there’s a lull in the shop, Asra hangs out at your bedside with a book, or some small chores he can quietly do with his hands. If you’re awake, the two of you chat a bit, mostly he does to save the strain on your throat. 

His herb teas do make a difference, and by evening you feel better. Bit more porridge and a hot bath, and your fever’s waned a lot. Asra drags out the comfiest blankets to wrap you tightly. Unfortunately, you’re gonna have to sleep alone tonight while Asra takes the couch, just to be safe.

Once you feel better, you finally get kisses. The best reward for recovery.

– Julian –

You’re in luck. Julian may have been described as a ‘hack doctor’ by certain bitter individuals, but in truth he’s a trusted physician well versed in internal medicine. All he’s gotta do is see your watery eyes and red nose, and he’s on the case. 

His clinic has some of the top-of-the-line medical technology, including a spiffy glass stick with a line of liquid mercury encased inside, which expands according to temperature. He has you sit on a patient bed and checks the inside of your throat, feels your face for lumps, uses a magnifying glass on your eyes and ears, lays his head on your chest to hear your lungs, all the things he does as a working doctor. 

It can even be a bit weird to see Julian switch into ‘professional’ mode while handling you. He’s got impeccable bedside manners, keeping you cheery and comforted as he pokes and prods, but you’re not just some patient, he’s your boyfriend and it’s kinda odd (or sexy???) to be sitting in his clinic like this. 

Nevertheless, he eventually diagnoses you with “a godly beauty and shining soul - oh, and also you have a cold”. He actually has you take up one of the beds in the clinic rather than go back upstairs to the apartment, and voila, an assistant registers you on the roster as an inpatient. There’s a reason for that, other than to make you blush - this way, he can prescribe medications. 

You get four servings of this awful tar-like tincture made out of lungwort, crab’s eye, snail venom, and other obscure ingredients. Assistants come by to wipe your face with a cold towel, and check your vitals. They don’t acknowledge your relationship with Julian, only treating you with the gentlest of respect. Jokes would be inappropriate, and Julian’s clinic values professionalism. They care about your health more than embarrassing you. 

The next morning, you wake to Dr. Julian announcing you nearing recovery already. But he doesn’t actually dismiss you until the fever’s completely gone, which means being stuck in the clinic for a couple of days and witnessing firsthand how strict Dr. Julian can be when it comes to his patients. At least it’s an excuse to see him more often. But you’re thankful to finally escape the role of the patient, and back to being Julian’s partner. Your bill? Several kisses!

– Nadia –

It’s just a cold, but Nadia immediately calls in the court doctor to perform a full physical. A hidden part of her normally-rational brain balks at any indication that someone she cares about might be sick. Blame the plague. 

Luckily it’s just a minor fever, so you’re prescribed lots of liquids and bedrest, along with some immunity-boosting citrus lozenges. Within a few minutes the servants retrofit the bedroom to be warm and invitingly dim, place heated bedpans under your feet, light sheh smoke, and deliver a large tray to your bedside. A teapot of water is kept hot over a miniature coal burner.

Nadia takes as much of her free time to dote on you. Which, unfortunately, isn’t a whole lot of time, she can only help you drink some ginger tea and wipe your face before she’s due for Countess work. But she positions a guard at your door with instructions that they’re to wait on your every whim. 

She spends the whole day thinking about you in the back of her mind, hoping you’re at least comfortable and healing properly. She finally gets a break for lunch, and rushes to the bedroom to check on you; you’re sitting up and reading, and she’s happy you’re well enough to enjoy yourself but you should be sleeping! Did the servants bring up your broth yet, have you taken your lozenges and tea, is your bedpan too cold, is the fire stoked too high

You try to calm her down through your stuffy nose; rarely do you see her so flustered. Nadia and you have lunch, and she’s eating the same thing you are because she’s not gonna eat delicious roasts while you’re stuck with broth.  

Duties again call her away until evening (she had dinner with dignitaries), and she gets the servants to run you a bath with rosemary and mint to help open up your sinuses. The two of you spend the night in separate rooms which makes you whine and her tempted to abandon decades of royal dignity to join you.

But before too long, you’re all better and life resumes as normal. She promises to dote on you no matter the state of your health.

– Muriel –

He hears you cough and says bluntly, “you have a cough”. You’ve known him well enough to know that in Muriel-speak, that translates to “I recognize that sound, and I’m going to help you take care of it”. Living in the forest can be hazardous to one’s health, and Muriel has a lot of experience with colds, fevers, and infections.

First step is to stoke the fire to blazing temperatures, then heating lots of clean water for tea and soup. He wraps you in multiple furs until you’re a pile seated near the hearth. He props the door open to let in fresh air, which offsets the uncomfortably sauna-like heat of the fire. A bundle of lemongrass is thrown into the hearth to smoke a citrusy scent throughout the hut, soothing your headache.

Whenever Muriel would get sick, he’d just plow through the day and hope he can sweat out his fever through chopping wood. But you deserve better than that, so you’re let off of chores until you’re better. Muriel balances his duties with nursing you, which is a little tough ‘cause he’s gotten so used to having an extra set of hands. But it’s definitely worth it, if you’d get better. 

He comes back from checking the rabbit traps to feed you a salty bone broth, and brews his green-magic tea brew (that he and Asra invented together) that has elderflower, willow bark, and ginseng. After lunch, he needs to leave again, so urges Inanna to cuddle you while he’s gone.

Finally, the chores are (largely) done, and he can finally afford his full attention to your pitiful, coughing self. He pulls out his rare ingredients - albatross feather, dried glowshroom - and charges them with magic before making it into a bitter powder he urges you to eat. Effectively a magical antibiotic, just in case of infection.

By night, you’re well enough to walk around and eat a bit more, and he’s feeling reassured. You spot one of his tiny smiles. But he pushes away your kisses until you’re for sure all cured. 

A couple more days of his tried-and-true forest witchery, and there’s no more coughing. Finally the two of you get to cuddle in the furs like you usually do! It’s felt like ages, you say, and Muriel can’t help but agree.

– Portia – 

First step upon hearing your raspy voice? Portia rushes to the kitchen (with Pepi hot on her heels because running time!! Yay!) to cook one of Mazelinka’s fever soups. Portia unfortunately lacks the ingredients to make Mazelinka’s more magical dishes, but there’s enough here for a nutrient-rich, hydrating broth, perfect for a cold.

She sends a pigeon to the castle to call in a sick day, so Portia can take her time in feeling up your forehead, heating water, and hauling out the thick winter quilts to sweat out your fever. You don’t look too bad, but it’s a shame Julian’s on a cruise right now. Otherwise, she’d drag him over right quick to do a check-up.

She mixes up a pot of ginger honey tea and leaves you with Pepi while she visits Mazelinka to request a remedy. Before too long, Portia comes back with a large jug of this thick, grassy-smelling stew with rice and various herbs. She insists on feeding you while you’re laid up in bed, which isn’t necessary but it makes her giggle so you indulge her. It tastes delicious, and you finish a large bowlful while Portia chats brightly and cracks jokes, making sure your spirits are high - the most important when it comes to recovery! 

You’re not sure what was in Mazelinka’s soup (although you’re pretty sure the ‘rice’ was actually scuttlebug larvae) but your fever’s waned a lot by the time you wake up from your nap. Portia’s right there when you open your eyes, knitting and humming to herself. She sees you awake and can tell you’re feeling better, which makes her smile. 

Dinner is the second half of Mazelinka’s soup, and then Portia fills the wooden tub for a nice, hot bath. Even your voice is less raspy now, so she and you chat while you soak. You’re so much healthier now that you don’t have to be in separate beds come nighttime, which truly is a blessing.

The first thing you do when you’re fully recovered is beg Mazelinka for her soup recipe. She relinquishes it to you, on the promise you won’t monetize it for your shop or anything, and you swear you won’t. Portia’s puppy-dog eyes probably wasn’t a necessary tactic, but appreciated none the same. 

– Lucio –

You wake up feverish and Lucio’s first step is to arrange the things he’d like to do on his sick days. Hot mulled wine, a giant bath of citrus oil and lavender, and the best doctors of Vesuvia to wait on him you hand and foot. You have to stop him before he goes too far, which is easier said than done with a sore throat versus an ex-Count on a mission.

You turn down the huge platters of petit-fours, but Lucio insists on the doctors, who come in and do a thorough check-up per Lucio’s strict orders. But it doesn’t take a full physical to ensure that you’ve just got a simple cold, and all you really need is water and rest. 

Lucio calls off all his plans so he can dedicate the entire day to keeping you company. He asks if you have a headache, if your sinuses are clogged, if your muscles are sore. You say yes to anything, he’ll try to call the doctors back and insist they give you some sort of medicinal relief. After lots of hemming and hawing, you get a walnut and cherry-based tincture to reduce inflammation, and also a peppermint lemon tea. 

He looks at your meager medicines and asks if you’re sure you don’t want anything more. He could call his pets up if you want some cuddles? Maybe we can take one of those baths? What about some dessert, just because? Or we can call up the troubadour to play some music - 

Lucio seems strangely contrite when you say that all you need is some rest. He’s very hesitant to leave you alone, so you kept feeling his gaze as you tried to nap. Finally, you asked what was his deal - you appreciate his attention, but something’s obviously wrong.

He’s not someone very in tune with his emotions, so it takes a while before you’re able to mine Lucio’s tremulous inner thoughts; when he was dying of the plague, Lucio hated being alone in his huge room, and ordered company whenever he could. There was no medicine that offered proper relief from his pains, and all he could do was wait and fear the inevitable. 

Seeing you sick, even with just a simple fever, brought back those memories. He’d do anything to make sure you never experienced that. Especially knowing what you’ve already been through.

You gently hold Lucio’s hand and assure him that things like fevers and sickness, they’re part of the living experience and they’re made much better with good company. Actual, good company that offers love and support. Which you have, with Lucio here.

He’s always struck dumbfounded whenever you describe him with noble attributes. He feels like he’s the one recovering from … something, rather than you. 

A few more nights, and you’re as fit as a fiddle. To celebrate, Lucio orders a large spread of your favorite foods to make up for all the bland mush you had to deal with. He’s back to being good ol’ Lucio, but you know that an inner part of him has changed for the better. 

[plethora-of-imagines]

Nesting (Part 2)

AN: This is a sequel to @13atoms fic [Nesting], it’s also based on ideas from @iwouldfuckthemaster‘s horny anons for cheetah!Master.

Word Count: 2291

Warnings: smut/lemon, implied breeding desires

Description: The virus is still affecting the Master the next day.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings

You woke up alone in the nest of blankets and pillows the Master had made in his horny desperation. Shifting you let out a groan. You felt sore from the stretch the Master’s cock had provided. Wait. You shifted again, then squirmed as much as you could in between the bookcases. When you still couldn’t move you accepted your fate. The Master had swaddled you in a blanket like a child. You couldn’t move enough to leave the nest and figure out where he had gone.

Making the best of it you nuzzled into the comfort of the nest. At least all of the blankets and pillows that the Master kept in his bedroom made the floor comfortable. It was almost like you were in a small bed on the floor. You had always teased him a bit for collecting as many blankets and pillows on his bed as a young girl had stuffed animals but you had never been more grateful.

The sound of the door opening got you to use your core strength to lift yourself up while still cocooned. Grimacing at the ache is caused. The Master walked through the door, still completely naked. He waisted no time in heading directly to the nest. With the way his cock was standing at attention you had a feeling you knew what he was planning to do.

A yank on the correct part of the blanket as he lifted you up freed you from your imprisonment. Well at least briefly. You only got a few moments to enjoy being released before you were quickly turned over and shoved face-first into the blanket nest. You twisted your head so that it was your cheek that was pressed into all of the blankets. His weight resting on top of you to keep you from squirming away as his lips found your neck.

Nips and bites were made to the sore and bruised marks from yesterday that were already covering your neck. You scrunched your eyes closed trying to ignore the slight discomfort it brought. A particularly harsh bite made you yelp in pain.

"Ow! Master, I'm not your chew toy!"

Kisses were pressed to the site as an apology.

"I've moved us far away from the planet. Somewhere few can reach us and challenge my claim to you."

"Claim to me?"

"As I said yesterday, you're ovulating. All those hormones and pheromones telling anyone nearby that you are ready to mate," he pressed you further into the floor. "But you're mine. All mine! I refuse to let anyone else get close enough to threaten my claim on you."

You could feel the growls that filled every space in his words, his proclamation that you were his.

Nose pressed against your skin he took a deep inhale. A pleased purr left his throat at your scent. He nuzzled into you the whole time he spoke.

"You've always smelled so good, but now you smell like the two of us and sex. It's perfect."

Your legs were spread open and hips lifted up. A small pillow placed underneath you to keep you lifted up so that he had better access to your vagina. His cock slid between your folds back and forth until his cock could move with ease.

You whimpered as he slid into you. It ached to have him stretching you again after how rough he had been last night. It was a pleasant ache, only because you somewhat enjoyed the pain. Soothing noises and purrs filled the air the whole time he entered you to help you relax.

He waited for you to take a few deep breaths before he started to fiercely pound into you, once again chasing his release. Your breath hitched as he found an angle that let him hit your g-spot and cervix, hard. Each thrust he made had you grinding into the pillow through no choice of your own. Just the sheer force of his movements. The clit stimulation helping to make the rough fucking he was giving you from behind pleasant for you. Your little moans filled the air along with his grunts and growls.

His hand snaked into your hair, tightly gripping it at the base of your skull. Yanking you back by your hair. Legs twitching with all of the stimulation.

"Whose are you?" His tone was strict, there was a correct answer that you'd better provide him with.

"Yours! I'm yours, Master!"

Your yell would have been heard by anyone else in the TARDIS, had there been anyone around to hear.

The pleased growl that he responded with made your whole body vibrate and tremble.

"Mine," it was the most possessive you had ever heard him.

With another sharp bite to your neck, he came inside of you. It was the fastest he had ever cum, normally he chased your climax first. You hadn't cum yourself this time but you still felt good. His teeth released their grip on your neck. Kisses peppered all over your neck and upper back to soothe you as you shook under him. 

You didn't even try to move as he pulled out. Maneuvering you like a rag doll he wrapped you back up in the blankets. Once again swaddled by them so you couldn't really move around, never mind try to leave the nest. He flipped you onto your back and kissed you deeply.

He pulled away and gazed lovingly at your lips. Kissing you again. This time when he pulled away he started to reluctantly leave.

"Master?" Your voice sounded vulnerable and needy.

You didn't want him to leave. You wanted cuddles. He quickly came back to your bound form. Dozens of kisses were pressed all over your face. A breathless giggle left your bruised lips.

"Sleep. I'll be back with food and water soon."

You still missed him when he left but the warmth and secure comfort of the nest lulled you to sleep. You were exhausted, and you had barely moved at all during this round of sex.

You woke to being lifted up and settled down in his embrace. He fretted over your positioning as you stirred. You nuzzled lazily into his bare chest. A cup was lifted to your lips. Coaxing you into taking several small sips of water.

Opening your eyes as he set down the cup you could smell the breakfast he had made you. Squirming to free your arms as he moved to restraint you. He gave a small little growl as he tightly held you still.

When you stopped struggling he loosened his grip. One arm remained around you as the other brought a bite of French toast to your lips. You took the bite and started chewing, hoping that he would let you speak before feeding you another bite. You swallowed as quickly as you could.

"I can feed myself, Master."

You curiously looked up at him. What was the reason for him taking it upon himself to feed you? He gave a small grimace at your probing statement. He must not want to admit to the answer.

"The virus has made me want to provide for you even more than before," he sighed. "Normally just making you breakfast is all I need to feel that I am properly providing for you, but now I feel the need to prove that I am the best possible choice for you as a mate. Which seems to involve feeding you."

You smiled,  "You know I'll always choose you, Master."

Another kiss was pressed to the crown of your head.

"Indulge my instincts this time, pet. I promise I will try not to be as overbearing if this continues in the future."

You settled fully into his arms, letting him feed you. Every few bites you took he seemed compelled to give you a soft kiss as a reward.

After you were done with the food he had made he returned to holding you tightly against him. This time almost unnoticeable purrs passed through his body. You let yourself relax and enjoy how calm everything was.

Calm, until you started to feel him hardening again through the blanket. You shivered at the thought of another round. Taking your shiver as an invitation the Master removed you once again from the cocoon he had swaddled you in. Hovering above you he looked down at you with lust.

He spent several minutes just working on getting you turned on. His fingers circling around your clit, slowly arousing you. When you started to buck up against his hand he pulled away. Once again sliding his cock into you. This time he went slow, letting you feel every inch as it entered you. You wanted nothing more than for him to just push quickly the rest of the way in, but he refused to let you move.

“Stay down,” he snarled at your efforts to lift yourself up and push him further into you.

The pace he set was slow this time. Going almost all the way out before he slid back in inch by inch. Your hands bunched up the blankets underneath you. You would never have thought that you would want the Master to harshly fuck you for the third time in such a short period of time. Normally you would have wanted him to go slow and sweet for the sake of your aching body. But he was deliberately going so slow that it would take you forever to cum.

His hands started to busy themselves with your clit. You sighed in relief as his attention to your clit brought you closer. It was much less achingly slow than his thrusts were. You could feel him starting to twitch inside of you.

"My little mate," he leaned near to your ear to purr to you.

"Little? Master I'm not smaller than you," you laughed.

"Precious -little- mate," each word was followed by a playful growl.

"Saying I'm little won't make you magically taller, Master," you purred back.

The coherent look in his eyes as he pulled away from your ear practically yelled mischief. A sharp thrust had you crying out. You were so deliciously sore.

"My tiny, little mate," he teased. "So stretched around her Master's cock, being thoroughly filled and claimed."

Before you could protest again that you were not tiny he picked up the pace. Strangled noised left you with each harsh thrust. His fingers keeping you from being in pain by overriding your senses with pleasure. His hands stilled the moment he started to cum.

The Master lifted your lower body up off the floor as he came. Holding you up as he pressed his cock as deeply into you as he could. He felt so deep inside of you that it hurt. You whined and shook, your body ready to fall the moment he released you. Your stomach was softly kissed as he held you up for several minutes, letting his cum be kept deep inside you by his cock. Gently you were lowered back down to the floor and the Master pulled out.

You could feel your clit contacting, feeling empty without him inside you. Shifting your weight around you tried to stimulate yourself enough to forget how empty you felt. 

"Does my little mate feel empty without her Master's cock?"

You whined at him.

"I'm afraid we need to let that pretty little pussy of yours rest for a while. Don't worry I'll make you feel good while we wait."

His hands- no longer needed to hold you up- started to focus on your clit again. He held you still as he made you moan with every stroke of his fingers. You could feel your core tightening, you were so close.

"Who are you?"

"Master, please!"

You were right on the edge. A few more strokes to your clit would send you over the edge. And the Master knew it. He slowed down to a painfully, achingly slow pace. Just enough to keep you near the edge but never give you enough to go over.

“Your mate! All yours!”

You needed him to make you cum!

"Who are you?" He teased.

He knew that he could make you say it. He wouldn't let you cum until you did. You wanted to cum too much to fight him on this.

"Master's tiny, little mate. Please, Master!" You were begging him. "Please let your mate cum!"

His fingers picked up their pace throwing you over the edge. They continued to draw out your orgasm until you whined and squirmed away. Falling to your side, the Master pulled you in close. Kissing the bruises on your neck from all of his biting he had done that he could reach.

"Get some rest," his voice sounded sated and tired. "I think after filling you with my cum a few more times I'll be ready to let you leave the nest."

You groaned.

"Oh don't groan like that, we both know you're loving this."

You were pulled even closer to him. He was right but that didn't mean you wouldn't complain about it a small bit.

"By the time you're ready to let me leave the nest, I'll be too sore to leave. I think if I tried to leave now I'd have to crawl!"

You could feel his smile pressed against your shoulder. He was clearly pleased with himself for a job well done.

"Good, that means that I’ve been through enough in claiming you."

You playfully pouted but nuzzled into the Master’s embrace. If this -nesting- didn’t happen again naturally maybe you would have to convince the TARDIS to go back to that planet again sometime. You enjoyed it enough to want this to eventually happen again.

[angryhausfrau-writes]

I Travel Troubled Oceans: Chapter 21 - In Which Jack and Charles Have a Conversation

Jack and Charles tumble into bed, laughing. The party's over but Jack's still hopped up on the almost manic beat of the dancefloor and the feel of Charles pressed against him, skin to skin. They roll together until Jack is atop a grinning, panting Charles, his own grin nearly splitting his face in two.

And then they're kissing. Deep and almost lazy, like ocean breakers against the shore. Unending and eternal and unfathomably deep.

It's perfect. It's everything Jack's been dreaming about for weeks and weeks. He breaks the kiss.

“Is this real?”

They've spun so many gossamer dreams over the past months. So many shimmering impossible realities. Made to trap and to trick and to misdirect their marks.

It's possible Jack himself has gotten trapped.

Charles looks up at him.“You mean me being in love with you?”

In love with him? “Yes,” Jack manages to choke out. “That.”

Charles shrugs. “Yeah.” As if it's just that easy. And then he asks, “Is it real for you?”

“Of course it's real! I've been in love with you for weeks! Months!” Jack's almost indignant that Charles could think otherwise. But at least it means Jack hasn't looked as ridiculously lovestruck as he'd feared. “Wait, how long've you been in love with me?”

Charles shrugs again. “It might've taken me a while to figure out, after everything with Eleanor and Flint and that whole fucking mess, but I've known for a while.”

“Then why the fuck didn't you say anything Chaz?”

The idea that Jack could have had this – possibly for weeks! It's galling!

Never mind the fact that he could have said something too.

“It wasn't real, us being boyfriends,” Charles says, matter of fact. “It was just for the con. And I – even if this ain't my usual kinda job, I'm not going to fuck it up just cuz of how I feel.”

He looks at Jack, now, and he looks frustrated, brow furrowed and fists clenched. Such a difference from a moment ago, when everything had been light and happy. Fantastical.

“I almost threw everything away over Eleanor,” Charles says. “I already almost fucked us during one of the most important jobs we ever pulled - I wasn't gonna do that again. Flint's job. His whole plan for us and all the rest of the crews. The stakes were too high for me to be led around by my cock. But I fucked us over for a chance with someone who didn't give a flying fuck about me.”

Because it wasn't just his cock Eleanor'd led Charles around by – she'd had him by the heart. Which was the bigger problem – if she'd just been a good fuck, Charles wouldn't have kept coming back over and over again after every betrayal.

And he's got the same problem with Jack. It isn't just that he wants to fuck him. He is in love with him.

And when Charles loves someone, there's nothing he wouldn't do for them, for that chance at loving them and being loved by them. Even if they use that fact against him, again and again and again.

And Jack's already betrayed him once, for much less than their current con is worth. Who's to say he wouldn't do it again, if he thought he had to. If he thought that was the only way to keep himself and Anne – the first and truest love of Jack's life – safe.

And Charles wouldn't even blame him for it. He understands what it means to be backed into a corner, with no good way out of it except the way that's filled with blood and death and betrayal. So he'd made sure to never back Jack into that corner.

“The stakes are always that high, now, the jobs we're pulling,” Charles continues. “And I'm not going to fuck us over again. Especially since we're supposed to be pretend boyfriends. I wouldn't put you in that position. I wouldn't force that on you when you couldn't say no.”

He's looking at Jack like he's willing Jack to believe him. Like he can make Jack agree through sheer force of will.

But Jack doesn't agree.

“You're so full of shit, Charles.”

He looks startled. Like Jack had slapped him.

“You wouldn't be forcing me into anything. I want this. It – I thought you didn't.”

Frankly, Jack didn't really think Charles could fall in love. Or that he'd want to – particularly with Jack.

Because he's right about love and betrayal and everything. Jack's no Eleanor – who he'd always thought Charles had loved more for the idea of her, the image of strength and pure ballsyness she'd professed, even if it had been a hollow facade. Charles wasn't looking for tenderness – he was looking for a fellow captain. The meanest fuck on the block. Someone who could spill as much of his blood as Charles spilled of theirs. Not a coupling, not a partnership, but a fight for dominance.

And Jack thought Charles was a bloody fool for letting Eleanor lead him around for as long as she did. For letting her betraying him. For letting her use him – though she's more than reaped her reward for all of that.

But he'd thought he'd understood what Charles was looking for. And it sure as hell wasn't the kind of love Jack found himself feeling for him.

“I didn't think you'd want, well, romance. Long walks on the beach. Quiet nights in, all that romance novel rot.”

Charles snorts a bit at that.

“See, that just proves my point! You're not the sort for candlelight dinners and breakfasts and-”

“Bubble baths and cuddling and all that sissy shit, right?” Charles raises a sardonic eyebrow. “All that shit that'd make me weak?”

Jack blushes. “It's possible I may have miscalculated slightly.”

There's a pause.

Charles looks off to the side. And Jack thinks maybe the issue's closed for the time being. But then Charles lets out a long breath. “I used to think like that. My whole fucking life was about being the toughest and the strongest. No attachments, no weaknesses.”

No love. No tenderness.

“But it's not weakness. It's strength.”

Charles turns to Jack, looks him right in the eye.

“We're partners in this thing, Jack. All of us. And there won't be any betrayal, because it would be betraying ourselves as well.”

“You can't know that,” Jack says, sounding frustrated himself now. “You can't know that we wouldn't ever fight. That we wouldn't ever have different ideas about how things should be run – that we wouldn't ever betray each other because of that.”

They've all betrayed each other so many different times. Pulled in different directions by what they thought was the best way forward – the best way to keep each other safe. Jack has betrayed Charles and he has betrayed Anne and he has betrayed Max. And been betrayed in turn. He knows intimately the pain and the fear and the confusion and the hurt that follows. Just as he knows the sick twisting triumphant shame.

“I asked Anne about that. About how it was so easy for me to love you, even though you'd betrayed me. And you know what she said? The whole point of this con, the whole point of being rich fucks, and of fucking over the system from the inside – the whole point of that is so that things are easy, now. So we don't have to struggle. We don't have to be afraid anymore. We can just live. Like all them rich fuckers get to do.”

Jack doesn't know that it's quite as easy as all that. But Anne's right, they aren't living like that anymore. Scared and fractured and trying desperately to stay just one step, just a half step even, ahead of the slavering jaws of enemies much more powerful than they could ever hope to defeat.

They have the luxury of time now, and of choice.

“I suppose we can't promise we'd never fight,” Jack says gently, thoughtfully. “Any one of us. But we've got time now, to come to a decision – together.”

Charles grunts in agreement.

And Jack supposes it doesn't hurt to try. To reach out for this one thing he'd never thought he'd get to have. With someone he'd never thought would want it.

“Anne and Max and Mary are all making it work, after all,” Jack muses, half under his breath. And they have almost more issues than Jack and Charles. “Suppose we gave it a try.”

Charles grins, sharp. “Suppose we did.”

“I get to be the one to tell Anne,” Jack says, calling dibs because otherwise Anne'll let on how desperately Jack's been pining after Charles. And that's just too embarrassing.

“You'll just make a whole big show of it,” Charles grumbles. But in a way that means he wouldn't really mind it all that much.

Jack just gives him a look.

“Yeah, all right.” And Charles heaves a put upon sigh. “You'll be fucking insufferable otherwise.”

“Oh you know you love me,” Jack says, with a coquettish fluttering of his eyelashes.

“God help me, I do.”

A pause.

And then Charles glares up at Jack again. “This is the part where you say you love me too.”

In truth, Jack feels rather giddy knowing his affections are returned. But he's not about to admit that. Admit how looking into Charles's eyes makes him feel like his insides are full of bubbling champagne. How his heart beats faster whenever Charles stands too near him. How much Jack would like to shout his infatuation from the rooftops so that everyone knows he's absolutely besotted.

He can't admit any of that, so sarcasm and good-natured teasing it is.

“Oh, who wouldn't want to date you, Chaz? Such an exemplar of charm and good manners.”

“Fuck you, Jack.”

Charles pushes him off and Jack lays sprawling, looking sideways at Charles. He's got a genuine smile on his face, and Jack's sure his own grin matches.

“Love to, darling. But not tonight. We really ought to get some sleep.”

“Hmmm,” Charles hums low in agreement.

There's another, longer, sleepier pause.

“Like it when you call me that,” Charles says, sounding half asleep already.

“What, darling?”

“Yeah. Know it doesn't mean anything. But s'nice.”

Jack snuggles back against the pillows and makes a note to come up with the sappiest fucking nicknames for Charles he can think of.

--

Jack and Charles come down to breakfast the next morning, blushing and smiling and holding hands and Anne doesn't need to be a genius to figure out that they've finally figured out that they're stupidly in love with one another. The oblivious idiots.

“Oh. My. God,” is Mary's assessment. “Fucking finally.”

The two just grin and hold hands and blush harder.