#and then i returned the question as one does and then he just started telling me about how shit his classes are đđđ
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Bucky who starts a purely platonic physical touch giving friendship with reader⌠until it turns into more
シďžâŤ* đđđđ đđđ đĄđđđđđ đĄÂ ・âシďž
It starts off so innocently. Bucky just sat really close to you one day and noticed how the touch of your shoulder on his made him tingly all over.
The same happened when your hand brushed his, or you passed close by, and he caught a whiff of your hair - something that reminds him of the feeling he now seeks out when youâre around.
Itâs no secret that either of you have been single a long time with basically no prospects for a future relationship, so no one questions when you and him suddenly hang out more.
He invites you over when you ask him if he was okay, and he realized that his day was in fact crappy and that if you offered to talk to him, heâd tell you all about it.
And when you sit on the sofa listening to Bucky talk, your hand instinctively found his and before Bucky knew it, his head was pressed into your shoulder, your nails raking over his scalp releasing a feeling within him, he can only describe as heavenly.
He loves it when you comfort him, and he loves comforting you, somehow knowing that you need this part of your friendship just as much as he does.
So it becomes a regular thing: when the rest of the team returns home to their spouses after a tiring mission, you and Bucky retreat to either one of your apartments under the pretense of not wanting to be alone.
Of course, neither of you planned for it to become so touchy and intimate... no, that would be insane, right?
Itâs a normal afternoon for the two of you, hanging out at your place, a movie playing on TV, Buckyâs head buried in your chest as he lays half on top of you and you with your back against the sofa. Your hand rakes over his hair as his are halfway tugged beneath your body, seeking all the warmth he can get.
The physical touch aspect of your relationship has somehow crossed the lines between friends, but neither of you care. It feels too good to be held and protected to stop.
Bucky hasn't felt the caring touch of a partner in decades and you... well, let's just say that all men before Bucky didn't feel the need to express their love through aftercare - not that Bucky is in any way shape or form about to give said aftercare... no, you are just friends. Just. Friends.
Friends who frequently hide their hands in the other's jacket when the cold catches up to them.
Friends who bury their faces in each other's chest and lap like it is the most normal thing a person can do to another.
Friends who somehow always wonder if the other feels that spark ignite whenever they hold each other close.
Bucky feels the sensation when he's practically caging you beneath his upper body of the sofa. He lifts his head as he usually does to see if maybe this time he could magically hear your thoughts.
"What's up?"
He shakes his head. "I just really enjoy this." he mumbles and blushes, and your hand suddenly stops its path along his scalp.
"Me too." you smile and look into his eyes.
normally he'd put his head back, and you'd resume watching the movie, but something is different today.
maybe it's the way his hair looks perfectly tousled by your constant motions, or maybe it's the way he slowly blinks at you like a very comfortable pet.
but you finally find the courage to kiss him.
Follow my library blog for fic updates! @espinosaurusrexex-library
#m shorts#bucky barnes headcanon#bucky x reader#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes x reader#bucky imagine#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky x you#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes au#the winter soldier x you#winter soldier x reader#captain america winter soldier#sebastian stan x you#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan imagine#james bucky barnes
626 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Some forms of courtship of male wolves are to adopt dominant postures, like show their teeth or they may give gifts such as meat or bones, all to impress the female
I like to think that Twilight unconsciously does something similar, he stands at attention around you, puffs out his chest a little, if he hunts an animal he makes sure to pass close to you so you can see it, finds nice things around and leaves them in your stuff, etc
It's all about you, he wants your attention and approval so much unconsciously that he's like a puppy, If you want, he can lie on his back in front of you (act of submission or surrender) Just so you understand how much you have him wrapped around your finger, But please tell him he's doing everything good đĽş
I really like this, this idea itself is very good, and maybe it's because I like it so much that it was so difficult to do.
It took me a long time to get around to writing something about it, because all the ideas didn't seem good enough, and I still think it didn't turn out the way I wanted. But here it is!
Instincts
The Rancher approached me, with something in his hands, crouched down in front of me, where I was sitting, extended his closed hand towards me and opened it, revealing a golden ring with a blue stone in it.Â
â What is this? â I asked, confused about why he had it, and why he was showing it to me, and not about what the object itself was.Â
â A ring, I found it in a chest. Itâs for you. â He answered, still with his hand extended, offering me the ring. â As soon as I saw it, I thought of you. â He concluded with a sweet smile on his lips.Â
That made me smile too, it was really nice to know that someone thought of me seeing something like that, especially when that someone is Twilight. This feeling has been following me constantly for the last few weeks, I feel strangely silly when heâs around, and it feels like Iâm going crazy, because Iâm starting to think that maybe this could mean something more coming from him. This is probably just my deluded mind seeing things, but it makes me happy.Â
I accepted the ring, he didnât seem willing to give up on the idea of ââme wearing it, and it fit perfectly on my ring finger, it felt right to be there, and it was really very beautiful. Satisfied with that, the blond stood up and turned his attention to something Time had said, but I hadnât heard it, as I was too focused on the present to notice the things around me.Â
I sighed and hoped that no one was around to hear my silly act of a little girl in love, especially the Veteran and the Captain. I got up from the place I had been sitting under the shade of a tree. It was still morning, some of the boys had gone out to explore the surroundings of the place where we were camping and had just returned, as had Twilight. This ring was probably found in the surroundings. And now, he, Time and the Champion were going to hunt for our food. There wasnât much to do. We would be staying here all day to replenish our supplies and regain our strength, as the next city was still far away.Â
I went towards where Sky was sitting, he was sculping something on a small piece of wood, which ended up catching my attention. I sat down next to him and was greeted by a kind smile. He seemed to understand my curiosity, because before saying anything he showed me the object he was working on. It still looked very unfinished, almost shapeless, but I was able to recognize that it was a bird.Â
â Itâs a hobby of mine, it helps me to distract myself. Â
â I liked it, itâs really cool, but it seems difficult. Youâre talented. â I replied, enchanted by the manual work, I wanted to know how to do things like that, it would be great to give as a gift. Â
â Do you want to try? I can teach you if you want. Â
â Are you sure? I wonât get in your way? â He just laughed at my question. Â
â No, of course not, it will be fun! Â
That was enough to convince me, after all, I was already very tempted. Sky gave me a square piece of wood that I could make whatever I wanted and asked me to choose something to carve. I thought for a moment, but soon a perfect image came to mind. He helped me mark the shape on the wood, and then he showed me how I should use the tools. Â
It took a while for me to get the hang of it, but soon I was in the mood and we were both working on it, focused, taking advantage of this quiet time to talk. He told me about his Zelda, and how he used to make her these cute little gifts. There came a time when we just talked about whatever came to mind, without much concern.Â
Until the hero stopped talking, and something covered the sun behind me, creating a large shadow. Sky looked at what was behind me, looking surprised and confused, mostly confused, which made me look back too. And there he was, standing, at his full size, carrying a slaughtered boar on his shoulders with a certain pride, with his clothes even a little stained by the animalâs blood, Twilight. For some reason, he was just standing there, without reacting, staring at his brother with something that looked like a frown, which only made the situation stranger and more confusing.Â
â Well, if youâll excuse me, I needed to talk to Time, now that heâs back. â Sky said, getting up from his seat and leaving, with an expression that looked like understanding.Â
I could see the wolf boyâs posture relax drastically, and finally, when Sky left us, his gaze turned directly to me, with a big smile on his face. I stood up, putting my unfinished work in one of the pockets of my belt, and turning my attention to him.Â
â I got this. â That was all he said, keeping his proud smile on his lips, making me smile with his attitude.Â
â Impressive! Iâm sure the Cook and I will be able to make something very good out of this.Â
His smile faltered for a moment at my words, but then he just nodded in agreement, satisfied for some reason.Â
â Yes, Iâll help you.Â
â Oh, no need, youâve already done great at that.Â
â No, itâs okay, I want to help you.Â
I ended up just accepting that, so I went over to where Wild was to prepare lunch. He didnât take too kindly to the idea of ââthe Rancher helping, saying there wouldnât be much for him to do, but his insistence ended up winning the argument. He ended up only being left with the task of cutting the meat, in the end, but that seemed good enough for him. While the Champion and I took care of the rest and talked, he kept staring at his brother with that same weird frown. Whatâs gotten into him?Â
After we did most of the work, all that was left was to wait until the meat cooked, so Wild released us from the task. I went to a corner to read, and for a moment, I thought Twilight would follow me to that corner, if he hadnât been called by Warriors, making him sulk again. Itâs a shame, I really wish I had his company right now.Â
 I didnât see him again then, at least not until now. After lunch I spent the rest of the afternoon going back to work on the wooden sculpture, I wanted it to be perfect. This was good, because it distracted me for hours, when I saw it, it was already getting dark, the boys who were out, for unknown reasons, returned, including my wolf boy, who came straight towards me, ignoring any calls from his brothers. Â
He threw himself down next to me, resting his head on my shoulder and sighing. Poor thing, it must have been a tiring day for him. I put my work, now finished, aside and moved so I could look at him better, making him raise his head, attentive to my movements. I put a hand on his cheek, I felt hypnotized by his beauty, and it hit me even harder when I saw him melt into my hand, smiling. That was, until his smile died, for some reason, leaving me worried. Did I do something wrong?  Â
Before I could ask him anything about it, he pulled me into his lap, making me squeal in surprise, and pulled me close to his body, hugging me tightly in a protective manner. I couldnât be more confused, but Iâm definitely not complaining.Â
â Whatâs wrong? â I asked softly, and he took a moment to answer, looking thoughtful.Â
â You still smell like Sky. Iâm taking care of it.Â
I didnât know what to say to that, I didnât imagine that I could smell like someone else like that, but there was no point in contradicting him about it either, after all, Twilightâs sense of smell is definitely quite sharp. I sighed, relaxing against the strong manâs body with a goofy smile on my face. What a good day.Â
â Oh, I have something for you! â I said, picking up the sculpture I had been working on, which was shaped like a wolf, or rather, Wolfie, and handing it to him. â Sorry, it didnât turn out very well, Iâm still learning.Â
He held the gift carefully, analyzing it, looking surprised. Then he pulled me closer, giving me a tight hug and burying his face in my neck, I could feel him smiling against my skin.Â
â Thank you, dear. â He said, looking me in the eyes again, and placing a warm kiss on my right cheek.Â
#link x reader#linked universe x reader#linked universe#lu x reader#tloz#linked universe fanfic#x reader#legend of zelda#lu twilight x reader
72 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Emperor Caracalla has busied himself with his favorite concubines to indulge his senses for the evening, leaving his sister-in-law to her own devices. The Empress decides to retire to her chambers and enjoy a rose petal bath.
Some time later, after Emperor Geta has returned from meeting with the Senators, he sees his Empress bathing alone, so he decides to join her and help her further decompress. đ
You hear him before you see him. Your head resting on the smooth, well-finished ceramic floor, your body completely submerged in the water, petals surrounding you completely with every slightest movement, your eyes remain closed, as if you opened them, everything would be over in the snap of a finger. You let your hearing senses heighten, listening to him walk around the room, his footsteps, the exasperated sigh that leaves his lips, he seems a little tired, you think. You can hear the rustling of fabric, of someone undressing not far from you, the sound of bones cracking as it can only be him stretching, you agonize, imagining the state of his poor muscles. You hear him approach, seemingly circling the tub to the opposite side of you, and you feel his eyes heavy on your body as he studies you.
âHow's the water, my love?â â You hear him ask in a rhetorical manner, you know he will join you regardless of the answer given, you can already feel the way he leans towards the water, as if calculating the best way to get in without spilling too much of it and ruining your rose bath.
âHmmmâ â You respond with just a satisfactory murmur, indicating that the water is at the perfect temperature, earning a nasal laugh from Geta in response, seeming to find your relaxed attitude at that moment amusing. He doesn't waste much time after that, you feel one foot entering the water, and then the other, and then finally you feel the pressure of his body sitting in front of yours, the act doing as expected, some of the water overflowing out, earning him a slight tsk from you, which he promptly ignores.
âAll cozy, huhâŚâ â You hear Geta say after a few seconds of adjusting himself where he is sitting, he takes some of the water in both of his palms in a shell position, using it to wet his face and some of his hair. You remain silent for the next few minutes, he doesn't care, but you can slowly feel the tickle of his fingertips reaching one of your legs, caressing it.
âCut thatâ â You answer simply, finally opening your eyes to get a better look at him, his chest glistening above the water, his hair now a little damp and slicked back, that damn smile on his face, the one where he bites his own lower lip when doing it, a smile of pure anticipation and mischief, you know. You roll your eyes at him, extending one of your legs above the water level, using it to push his chest back, distancing him from you. â âThis is a relaxing momentâ â You tell him in a grumpy tone, implying that his advances would ruin it.
âOh, I know. I'm helping with thatâ â Geta responds, chuckling as he is pushed by your leg, but this does little to shake him, he reaches both of his hands on your foot which you press against his chest, bringing it close to his face and distributing affectionate kisses on it, you feel ticklish instantly and try to pull your foot from his grip, only earning your foot being grabbed even more and a playful bite on your big toe, making both of you giggle silly. â â... Can I stay?â â He questions after a few seconds of silence, your foot now being massaged by his soft hands, your body relaxing again where it rests. Itâs sweet, really, how after a few years of marriage, he still cares so much about what you might be thinking. You just nod, enjoying the massage, but missing the satisfied little smile adorning his face at your answer.
âI really missed you during my dayâŚâ â You hear Geta start to speak in a dreamy and tired tone, he really gets much more exhausted when he doesn't have you around all the time, you murmur in understanding, there was little you could do, Geta was busy today, and Caracalla had requested your company. You feel the massage turn into kisses again, these that go down to your ankle, where he also leaves some playful bites, up to your calf, his body getting even closer as he goes, slowly caging yours.
âLooking at your pretty face for at least one more second during the day already makes it so much betterâŚ" â He says, and with that, you open your eyes to him, meeting his desires, he lets his own wander over every little detail of your face, admiring you completely as he had done so many times before, and this look never changes, as if he were seeing you for the first time over and over again, it makes you warm inside, warm like his body now pressing against yours, towering over you, both of his hands on either side of your head, holding himself up on the ceramic it rests on.
âKiss meâŚâ â He asks, not orders, he asks. And you fulfill his wish, you direct your head towards his, your lips meeting his several times, in chaste and affectionate pecks, the pecks becoming a seal of lips, and with that, an intrusion of his tongue in your mouth, dominating all possible space in it, his hunger for you more insatiable every day regardless of how many times he has you in his arms. You moan against his mouth when you feel one of his hands run down your body, the tips of his fingers running down your skin, tracing your belly, until they reach your most intimate region, your legs opening for him unconsciously. â âYou moan so beautifully, my dearâ â He growls close to your ear as your lips part from his, his face now trailing kisses from your ear to your neck, smelling you there, letting his tongue run all over the area, savoring you like the tastiest dish, and to him, you might as well be. His fingers enjoy teasing you, feeling your lips before letting them wander over your clit for mere seconds, making you let out a protesting unhappy sound.
âPleaseâŚâ â You beg, earning a satisfied grunt from him, finally using his thumb to stimulate your needy clit, earning a loud, grateful moan from you, which soon becomes a slightly strangled one at the feeling of his teeth on your right shoulder, biting and sucking the spot, hoping for the marks he'll be able to see clearly in the light of the day tomorrow.
âYou make my cock so hard when you beg for my touches, I want to pound into you until you are unable to walk properlyâ â He says next to your ear, and along with the stimulation on your clit, you can feel two of his fingers getting wet with what he can get from your sticky cunt, using from your natural lubrication to slowly insert his index and middle finger inside you â âI want to stretch you out and fuck you until that pussy of yours is the perfect shape for my cock, made to satisfy only him, knowing how it feels inside you and feeling pleasure from it without even having to be there. I want this filthy pussy to think only of him when she begs to be filled on her horniest daysâ â Geta continues, his dirty words stimulating all the right parts of your brain and body, and despite what he says, he makes no effort to seek self-satisfaction, focusing only on stimulating you, seeming to feel enough pleasure in just giving you pleasure.
âI want this pussy to belong to me, for it to only contract my name when it cumsâ â You hear him say in a fierce tone, biting your lower lip between his teeth before capturing you again for a starving kiss, he is starved for you, for what your body can provide him, Geta intensifies the movements in your flower, just like the roses, his fingers inside you inverting between a back and forth penetration and a scissor like one, stretching you completely for him, while his thumb frantically stimulates your clit in tireless circular movements. And with that, you let yourself go for him.
83 notes
¡
View notes
Text
âReally,â Tommy scoffs, âyouâre my trainee pilot? Zorii Bliss?â
He frowns, as if heâs reading the name on his clipboard for the first time.Â
âYou wouldnât have accepted my request if Iâd gone by my real name, would you,â Buck goes, somewhat defiant. âI did the prepayment, so donât waste the money, give me my flying lesson. By the way, your fees really are competitive.â
âYou looked up the fees of other pilots?â
Thereâs something in the air, a special kind of tension. Every word seems ambiguous, just like this whole situation. Buck's intention is clear. It's just difficult to convey it. The hangar with the helicopter seems to have shrunk, reduced to a pair of steel-blue eyes that once looked so lovingly at him and now seem so stern.Â
âListen,â says Tommy, âif you have something to tell me, you didn't have to book a lesson under a false name. IâŚâ
âYeah, but believe me, this was the only way,â Buck blurts out.Â
Tommy looks at him, confused. But there's more to his gaze, isn't there? Buck, whose mind was filled with TommyTommyTommy for weeks, would read something into every little wrinkle next to his eyes, every vague movement of his lips. He realizes that, but he doesn't care.Â
âYou really want a flying lesson?âÂ
âI do.â
Maybe it's not right to pressure Tommy into a debate in this way. Does he give in because he knows how stubborn Buck can be, or because it means something to him too? There are so many questions, so many unresolved issues.Â
As they board the helicopter, Buck canât help but feel like this might just be a dream. Maybe it is, he's had a lot of dreams in the past few weeks, and Tommy has been in every one of them. But if it is, itâs the most genuine of dreams, and itâs not a nightmare. Thereâs not only tension in the air, thereâs also Tommyâs aftershave. His presence makes him dizzy, he hardly listens as the man starts his spiel about how a helicopter works. Tommyâs talking about the cyclic and about autorotation, and he just feels like planet Buck, rotating around his sun again.Â
âYou won't learn how to take off or land in the first lesson,â says Tommy sternly. âBut the sensation of flying, of keeping the machine under control in the air, that's what I'll show you. You got that?â
Flying, Buck thinks. Exactly what Iâm craving.
They ascend, and with every altitude, Buckâs fear shrinks. The fear of being rejected. The fear of not being able to say what he actually wants to say. But also the fear that he's only doing this because he's actually addicted to Tommy. Addicted to the feeling this man conveyed and that heâs missed so much.Â
But as they rise into the deep blue sky, he realizes itâs something else. Addiction is dependency, and Buck is coping alone; he has learned to endure loneliness long before Tommy. What he can't cope with is ignorance. AndâŚ
âThe silence,â he muses aloud, and Tommy gives him a questioning look.Â
âIt's not exactly quiet in a helicopter,â he says, tapping his headphones.
It's not the ideal conditions for a conversation like this. But none of them can run away at this moment, and besides, this is Tommy's territory. His domain, which he controls; something from which he draws self-confidence. Buck didn't book this flying lesson because it really was a last resort to talk to Tommy again.Â
âI was talking about you,â Buck returns. âYou bubbled me, but you never sent a message.â
âI⌠bubbled you?â
Tommy's furrowed brows are a question mark. Buck shrugs, âI saw you were about to text me several times, but then you didn't. I've been staring at my phone for days, so close to calling you. L.A.'s having a flour crisis because of me.â
âFlour,â Tommy repeats uncomprehendingly. âWhat altitude are we flying at?â
This is either a test or a distraction, but Buck has done his homework, and his eyes find the information immediately.
âNearly 11,500 feet. Still not very close to our maximum altitude.âÂ
âHigh enough for you to explain to me what this is all about,â Tommy says.
Buck heaves a sigh. Itâs not easy to find the right words.Â
âZorii Bliss is actually a womanâs name,â he begins, although he can see thatâs not what Tommy expected. âThereâs only so many queer characters in the Star Wars universe, and sheâs not one of them; but sheâs a past love interest of one main character.â
âThat makes me Poe Dameron?â
Oh, heâs quick. And heâs almost smiling. Thatâs a start, right? But then he says, âYou're giving me a little too much credit, I think.â
âYou think you're not a main character? To me, you always were.â
Tommy's sideways glance is wistful, the look of a man whoâs been trying to come to terms with his past for a long time.Â
âWe talked about this,â he says, though his white knuckles gripping the cyclic tell the opposite.Â
âNo, we didnât. Which is why weâre here now.â
Now itâs Tommyâs turn to sigh, it sounds like a breath he held weeks ago.Â
âI actually wanted to text you,â he admits as he stares out the pane, avoiding Buck's gaze. âBecause⌠Iâm really sorry how that went. Not my best move.â
âBreaking up with me? Definitely,â says Buck with a hoarse laugh.Â
âTo leave without explaining myself,â Tommy emphasizes. âYou did nothing wrong.â
âOh, but I did. I asked you to move in with me at a point of our relationship that just wasnât the right one.â
Only now does Tommy turn to him, a questioning expression on his face.Â
âYou think this is all about timing?â
âOf course not,â Buck says softly. âItâs about us, stumbling through half a year ofâŚâ
âFun,â Tommy interjects.Â
âYeah, but it was more than that, right? You werenât with me only because I was a sexy himbo you had fun with.â
Tommyâs jaw drops.Â
âYouâre twistingâŚâ
This time, Buck doesnât let him finish.
âNo. You made assumptions about me, figuring out who I was and what I actually wanted. That hurt, because everything I wanted was you. I realize, though, that I didnât really show you. But in the end, TommyâŚâ
He stops to put his hand on Tommy's arm, just for a moment. His muscles are tense and hard, and his jaw is working as if heâs chewing on Buckâs words, but heâs still listening.Â
âIn the end,â he continues, âit was never about me not knowing who I am, but who you actually are. I missed out on you. That was never as clear as the moment you left.â
âDo you realize that one possible conclusion of this is that we just don't fit together?â Tommy says, but his eyes say, convince me otherwise. Buck wants to believe that.Â
âI can think of at least half a dozen other conclusions,â he replies. âAnd I want to try and see if Iâm right. Because thereâs something else I realized.â
Maybe heâs deliberately making a dramatic pause, staring at the horizon from nearly 11,800 feet altitude. Â
âAnd that would be?â Tommy asks, his eyes now on Buck's lips.Â
âI've been abandoned so many times in my life that I assumed that's how it had to be. Fate or something. True, people told me thatâs wrong, that I deserve to be happy, yada yada.â
His fingers draw exclamation marks in the air, but Tommy still only has eyes for his face. Does he look at his blue eyes and thinks, just like Buck, that the horizon is reflected in them, and with it infinite possibilities?
âBut that made me passive, and I'm not. I don't want to be like that. Not when something is so important. Hey, I'm the guy who sued the department to get his job back. Who found his sister after her crazy first husband left her half-dead. Who would have dug up his best friend with his bare hands if he could have. But Iâm also the guy who never fought for his relationships. Look, Tommy, is that me? Is that who I want to be, the guy who fights for his loved ones but not for his actual love?â
âWhat?â Tommy blinks, then his eyes widen.Â
Buck laughs. Itâs a liberating sound, this time.Â
âYeah, like in one of those hallmark rom-coms, you like those. Something, somebody is taken away from you, and only then do you realize how important he was. That hurts, and at first you're angry, especially because he said that you don't know what you want anyway and that he's just a stopover.â
Tommy raises his hands defensively, âI'm sorry. I really am.â âYou better be. Because I want us to be together again. I canât actually promise I wonât break your heart, because that little thing seems a bit fragile to me.â
Out of the blue, he pokes Tommy in the chest with his index finger, but he doesn't even flinch. The corners of his mouth lift a little, at least.Â
âBut we can work on that. Together. We're a bunch of problems, but we can also be the solution.â
âWhat you said earlierâŚâ Tommy begins, his gaze searching Buckâs, and he nods.
âI love you. I want a second chance, Tommy. If you donât want me, you can just land this helicopter and Iâll walk away.â
Thereâs a pause, but the silence is not unpleasant, not awkward.Â
âPut your hand on the cyclic,â Tommy finally says.Â
Buck looks at him, confused. Not the answer he had hoped for, but not a flippant rebuff either. For a moment, they just stare at each other. Then, ever so gently, Tommy takes his hand and places it on the stick.Â
âYou wanted to know what itâs like, flying,â he remarks with a smile.Â
(Thank you so much for letting me use that idea!) AO3 version |Â All my BuckTommy on AO3
tommy's radio silence goes on for too long so buck does the only reasonable thingâ
he books a flying lesson with tommy
#writing#fanfiction#bucktommy#bucktommy fic#break up make up#buck x tommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#kinley#tevan#my fics
110 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Ummmmm the guy I think is cute started a conversation with me unprompted today
#by unprompted i mean we usually sit beside each other in tutorial with some other mutual friends but only say hi and nothing else directly#but today i showed up and sat down and HE asked me how im doing and i didnt hear him the first time đ but then i did#and then i returned the question as one does and then he just started telling me about how shit his classes are đđđ#but like that doesnt usually happen teehee#also i think he moved where he sits so now hes beside me but thats DEFINITELY reading too far into it#like its a table 4 seats wide i usually sit middle right and he DID sit against the wall to the far left with a friend inbetween us#but this week and last week he sat middle left aka beside me while the friend sits against the wall#but thats definitely not anything#also like idk like that much at all i just think hes a bit cute thats all teehee#also i am 1000000x playing up my raction LOOOOL
3 notes
¡
View notes
Text
"(blank) hates laios!" WRONG WRONG WRONG. SHUT THE FUCK UP
shuro is just as awkward as laios and it is made So clear he considers him a friend and likes him. he defends him when the canaries start talking shit and actively readies himself to physically fight them so they dont get to him.
namari also likes laios. she respects him as a leader and also defends him and readies to fight the canaries.
ive not actually seen anyone claim izutsumi hates laios, but a lot of ppl Are weird abt them. izutsumi and laios' relationship was rocky at the beginning. he struggled to figure out how to interact with her. but by the end, she actively seeks him out to talk with during the lead up to the feast. she hides behind him when falin wakes up. she has already realized shecan do what she wants and does not need to stick around, yet she does. she sleeps near him on the windowsill, waiting with him and marcille for falin to wake up. she has accepted him as part of her life and wants to keep him in it.
marcille does not hate laios. let me say this again.
Marcille Donato Does Not Hate Laios Touden.
marcille Loves him. in a platonic, familial sense. laios returns this just as readily. she yells at him. she whacks him. she tells him whats on her mind. she uses healing magic to ease his pain during the parasite fiasco. she reattaches his leg when he loses it. she teaches him magic. she lays her head on his corpse and cries before reviving him. she launches herself at him two times, when the canaries interrogate them and when he talks her down in the tower. he is a comforting presence to her. she trusts him, she cares about him, she worries about him, she imagines him as a big fluffy dog that loves and protects her. laios is her rock when falin is taken from them time and time again. and she tries to be his as well. she whole-heartedly, unconditionally, loves and trusts laios.
chilchuck does not hate laios. laios pays him his rates, no questions asked. laios trusts and respects chilchuck's job as a lockpick. laios does not see him as a child (at least, i cant think of an instance where he does so). chilchuck states, outright, he sees him as a friend and doesnt want to see him hurt. he actively worries about him as the falin situation gets worse. chilchuck respects laios. he shows almost 0 hesitation in helping get falin back, nor eating her by the end. he does not think of leaving him once, until he realizes he could lose him. chilchuck is cowardly with emotions and prefers to bottle things, so his first instinct was to bolt. he was angry because he was scared of watching someone he cares about destroy himself. laios is his Friend.
and holy shit. holy Fucking shit. kabru DOES NOT hate laios. kabru has the rockiest start known to man with him, and he Still helps him by occupying the canaries. he warns him about them. he hides the black magic from them just as shuro does. his whole Thing is trusting laios despite himself. kabru has his own baggage regarding other people, just like laios, yet he tries so hard to believe and trust this man. he Wants to. kabru is not very hopeful, but laios makes him Want to be. he states like 3 times he wants to be close to him and sees him as a friend. he stays through the entire feast!! the man who hates monsters, whose biggest trigger is monsters, actively, consciously, Willingly stayed through the entire monster meat feast. all to help his friend get his sister back. he could've left!! the feast was like an entire week!! yet he was there for every single day. he was one of the closest people to the door when falin awoke!! after reuniting with her brother, her friends, the people who knew her the most (plus senshi and izutsumi), the first person she greets is kabru!! he wants to be close to laios, he likes laios, laios is his friend and he cares for him, he wants to meet his sister!!! kabru fucking stays on the island with him as one of his closest, most trusted advisors when he becomes king!!!!! he wants to help him succeed!!!! he wants him to be happy!!!! laios is his friend!!!!!!!!
im just. people like laios!! laios is a nice guy! he is friendly and cares about people! he is weird, he doesn't understand most social cues, he oversteps boundaries, but they stay beside him, because they like him and he is their friend. he is their friend!!!!! friendship is not all sunshine and rainbows, relationships in general are not sunshine and rainbows. you will upset people, people will upset you, you will get into arguments, things will happen, but at the end of the day, the people close to you like you! they love you! they care for you! they want to work it out and get through it because they love you, but they will feel those emotions first! human relationships are complex and messy and life is complicated. even shows for toddlers know this.
if you truly believe any of these characters hate laios you are worse than a toddler. watch some fucking oobi or something. god. fuck.
take this
thanks
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi spoilers#laios touden#marcille donato#kabru of utaya#toshiro nakamoto#shuro dungeon meshi#izutsumi dungeon meshi#this goes out to that one stupid fucking post i kept seeing like. last week#how can you read the entire manga and still think 'oh wow i hate shuro or kabru or whatever'#like genuinely i dont think you actually know how to read#like you know how words come together to form a sentence#but if its not directly spelled out for you like a magic school house book then it flies over ur fuckin head#anyways im normal
22K notes
¡
View notes
Text
It starts with a distasteful joke from Gojo. "I bet Nanami's pretty vanilla in bed, am I right?" He nudges you playfully as he sips on his lychee mocktail in the restaurant. Your boyfriend excused himself to use the bathroom and Ieiri went out for a smoke, leaving you alone with Gojo, who you met for the first time just a little over an hour ago.
You're shocked that he'd even ask such a personal question, especially since your relationship with Nanami is still four-months fresh. Unsure how to respond, you simply laugh, not answering. When he continues to stare at you through his blindfold, your smile falters. "You're being serious?"
He smirks, clearly egging you on. "I just can't imagine our little strait-laced salary man being very fun in the sack. No offense."
You're torn between changing the subject all together into something less inappropriate and defending your lover's honor. And unfortunately for you, as the anger inside you begins to bubble at Gojo's tactless words, you choose the latter. "If you must know, he's very, very fun in the sack." You cross your arms over your chest, glaring at him.Â
He shrugs, the shit-eating grin still on his face. "I just can't see it. But as long as you're satisfied, that's all that matters."
"I am very satisfied, thank you very much!" you emphasize, cheeks hot now, annoyed. Before you explode on him, Nanami and Ieiri return, so you try to contain your rage as much as possible throughout the rest of dinner.
You intend to keep his outrageous comments to yourself, not wanting to start any unnecessary drama, especially with Nanami who is above this type of ridiculousness. But remembering Gojo's smug expression makes you irate all over again. That night, while you're cuddling with Nanami, you share the story. "So, Gojo said something funny to me while you were in the bathroom." As you recount the short conversation from earlier, you keep it light-hearted, laughing about it as if it doesn't grind your gears (which it does). In all honestly, your sex life with Nanami is amazing, and while it's nobody's business but your own, you can't help being bothered that certain people think otherwise.Â
When you're done, Nanami doesn't respond right away, processing it all before he speaks. "Interesting." His voice is steady, though you can sense a hint of annoyance in his tone. "He's an idiot," he adds, holding you closer, grazing his lips on your forehead.Â
You giggle, snuggling into his chest. "I know."
"But...you are satisfied, right?"
The waver of uncertainty in his voice breaks your heart and you almost regret telling him. "Of course I am! You know I am!" you answer confidently, peering up at him.
He kisses your forehead. "You promise?"
Grabbing both his cheeks, you smooch him on the lips. "I promise."
Gentle kisses soon turn into sloppy ones as Nanami rolls on top of you, surrounding you in his strong and muscular body. It happens quickly; the blanket is shrugged off, clothes are stripped and scattered on the floor, your legs are spread wide for him as he eats you out voraciously, proving how much fun he can be in bed. He makes you orgasm twice like this, getting it nice and wet for his hard cock, throbbing in his fist as he strokes it. âRide me,â he demands, laying on his back, licking his lips while you mount him.
You oblige, sinking down on his cock slowly, adjusting to his size. âFuck, Kento,â you whine, wiggling on his lap until he bottoms out.
âFeels good, huh sweetheart?â He traces your mouth with his thumb, teasing it.
âYes. So fucking good.â You suck on his fingers, rocking back and forth on his lap.Â
He fucks you like this, his feet planted on the bed, bucking his hips up into you at a steady pace. Suddenly, his phone rings, interrupting for a moment. He glances at it, his expression tensing, showing you the name displayed on the screen: Gojo Satoru.
"Answer it," you say, grinding on him with a wicked smile on your face. "Prove him wrong."
For a split-second, he looks at you like you're crazy. But something in him snaps, probably the same thing that made you so angry earlier. Sometimes, you just want to prove yourself right.Â
He picks up the phone, putting it on speaker. Gojo's voice rings out. "Nanami, I feel terrible. I said some inappropriate things to your girl - "
"Fuck me, Kento," you whine, bouncing on his lap as he thrusts up into you faster, entire body hot and electric with pleasure.Â
Nanami has the phone in one hand and the other that was just in your mouth playing with your clit now. Through labored breaths, he says, "Sorry Gojo, I'm a bit busy being an absolute bore in bed. Isn't that right, kitten?"Â
He holds the phone closer to you while you moan your boyfriend's name, your third climax of the night approaching quickly. "Kento, Kento, fuck me Kento!â
Satisfied, Nanami sets the phone down on the bed, gripping your hips to pound up into you, the squelching of his cock pummeling into your wet cunt so erotic and lewd. âGonna fill you up, sweetheart. Gonna breed this slutty little pussy.â Over the edge now, he shoots his load inside you, letting out his own husky moans. He hastily lifts you off him to eat you out one last time, his cum leaking down from your cunt onto his chin as he sucks on your swollen clit until you come on his face, moaning obscenities incessantly. Completely spent now, you pull off him to cuddle, kissing each other messily as you both come down from your high.Â
"Ahem." Gojo's voice startles you as you realize that neither he nor Nanami bothered to hang up the call. Horrified, the two of you wait with bated breath for his response, noting the suggestive ruffling in the background. "I apologize. I stand corrected."
#THIS IS SO SILLY I KNOW#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami drabbles#nanami smut#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami x you#kento nanami#nanami kento x you
4K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Gojo Satoru
TW: implied noncon, yandere
fem reader
The way Gojo Senpai is so obnoxious, he doesnât understand his flirting is making you uncomfortableâŚ
He seriously thinks heâs making you fall head over heels in love with him even when you give him nothing in return to make him think that. He just thinks youâre embarrassed and nervous, flustered by his attention, and thatâs the reason you divert your gaze and bite your lip when he has you against the lockers, leaning on his hand with his shades gliding low on his noseâtelling you that you have no shot becoming a sorcerer, but that you look too cute in the uniform not to give it your best try.Â
âDonât worry, just say my name, and Iâll come save you,â heâll say. âYou can be my personal assistant supervisor instead.âÂ
His game isnât anything to brag about. It's more in line with bullying than flirting, but you pick up on the suggestiveness. That heated saccharine look within his blue eyes can only mean one thing if the way he plays with your hair isnât enough of a hint already.
But his words are nothing short of derogatory, and all in all, he simply makes you feel grossâa sentiment you thought you put across, but it seems that having six eyes only makes you blind.
It takes Shoko telling him to leave the poor Kohai alone for him to finally understand that you donât like him. And then heâs just confused and embarrassed.
And a tinge bit irritated.
Gojo knows for a fact he could make any girl want him. Even those who seem to hate him would melt if he gave them the same attention heâs been giving you. Any girl. He could have any girl, but he chose you. And you reject him?
No. He canât accept that.
âMost girls would be grateful for my attention,â He states plainly after having tracked you down.
Your head snapped, jolting. âGojo Senpaiââ You dropped the mop in your hands with a clatter, having been deep in your own thoughts on classroom cleaning duty. You sighed as the scare settled, giving a breathy laugh, âYou scared meââ
âIs that it?â he interrupted. âI scare you?â
You quirked a brow with a tilt of your head. âWhat?â
âDo I scare you?â he repeated, louder, posted on the threshold in a stance youâd never seen him inâstiff and squared, not his usual lazy laidbackness.
Confused, your eyes looked around as if searching for clues but came up emptyhanded, âUhm, I donât understandââ
âItâs a simple question,â he said, cutting you off again, this time with a step into the classroom. He talked slowly, cradling the next words, âAre you scared of me?â
Where it all came from, you hadnât a clue. But then again, Gojo Senpai has always been rather strange.Â
Were you scared of him? Itâs not really something youâve ever thought about. Sure, if you were to go one versus one with him, youâd probably piss yourself. But in a regular setting, you just found him to be as grating as the next person.
âI donât think so?â you end up answering.
âGood. So what is it then?â His shades were low enough for his stare to skim over. Brighter than clear skies, and yet, somehow, so dark. âWhy donât you like me.â
Oh, so heâs figured it out on his own then. Itâs about time. And thank fuck for itâsaves you the trouble of breaking it to him yourself. Though you were still left with the unfair task of telling him why.
âHonestly, Gojo Senpai, Iâm not, or well⌠youâre just not my type.â
Stick to the basics, is what you told yourself. Thereâs no need to drag this out.
âYeah, I figured. Iâm asking why,â he countered, in complete disagreement with your thought.
Still, you wanted to fight for it. âDoes it really matter?â
âYes.â
This conversation was the last thing you wanted, but it seemed the white-haired prodigy wouldnât leave without having it.
âWellâŚâ you started, still pondering. Maybe heâd appreciate the honesty? Heâs a rather straightforward guy himself. âI mean, thereâs no way you donât already know this, butââ You picked up the broom again mid-sentence. âYouâre really obnoxious.â
He took a small second before he scoffed, âSo? No one else cares.â
It reminded you of arguing with someone half your ageâthe petty anger in an ill-thought-through comment slung at you as if it carried all the weight in the world. But what everyone else thought of him hadnât anything to do with youâand even so, out of the people on campus, youâre certain youâre not the only one who finds his attitude unpleasantâthey just donât tell it to his face.Â
You had half the mind to tell him to go get a grip, but he was still your Senpai.
âGood for you, I guess?â You werenât really looking to fight with him, after all. âSo you can flirt with literally anyone else then,â you dismiss him and go back to finish cleaning the classroomâglad to have put it all behind you. You were starting to fear heâd never leave you alone.
Thereâs a woosh, then the hard thunk of your back hitting the wall. Both your upper arms are gripped tight, pinned. When you open your eyes again after adjusting to the impact, you look straight up into the full view of two crisp comet blues.
âYouâre mighty rude for a Kohai. You know that?â
Your head stings. You blink crookedly.
âSenpaiââ
âMaybe Iâve misjudged you. Dâyou have anythinâ for show to back that attitude up?â Itâs eerie how he says it in the same flirty fashion he would otherwiseâeven the look in his eyes are the same. But his grip tightens.
âI donât want to fightââ
âNo?â he cuts you off with a pout. âI could've sworn you were asking for itâall but begging for it a second ago.â
You whimper, cowering at the sudden bite in his voice.
âWhatâs the matter, huh? I thought you said you werenât scared?â
Your voice comes out weak, âPlease, Gojo Senpai, Iââ
âPlease?â he questions brightly, eyes stark and burning like a stovetop. âYeah, thatâs got a nicer ring to itâsuits you better.â The smile that splits across his face is nothing short of unhinged. âBut itâs not enough for me to let your disrespect slide.â He licks his lips, and a chill runs up your spine, feeling like caught prey. âLucky you, I know exactly what price to put on it.â
His mouth devour yours the same wayâpouncing like a beast would, with teeth more than lips, then a tongue. You whine as you twistâitâs more instinctive than deliberate when your knee shoots up into the unprotected space between his legsâright into that thing that was rubbing and rutting against you.
You make a run for it as he staggers back with a hiss, but you donât make it farther than three measly steps before youâre bent over the closest desk.
His fist wrangles your hair, using it to shove you face-down against the woodâthe weight of his body on top of your back with his voice raspy against your ear. âWe couldâve left this with a kiss, but I donât think itâs gonna be that easy now.â
Tears spill hotly in a panic, but no matter how much strength you put into lifting yourself up, you remain down. Sobbing, âLet goâhelpââ
He snickers with a hand under your skirt, spidering delicately up your thigh. âWhoâre you callinâ for help, hm? Iâm already here.â
⥠GOJO SATORU masterlist ⥠JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist
#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu kaisen#gojo smut#satoru gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#gojou satoru x reader#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo saturo#jjk gojo#yandere gojo x reader#yandere gojo satoru#yandere gojo#yandere satoru gojo#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#gojo headcanons
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader
⌠Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader
⌠Word count: ~4,2k
⌠Rating: Explicit
⌠Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).
⌠Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.
⌠Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled Youâre what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome â¤ď¸
Masterlist | AO3
The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."
Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.
Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they donât know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.
Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldnât reach you through your comms. [Bucky wants you to come down here]
Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but itâs not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.
When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but donât see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.
When you get to the wing, youâre almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says. "You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away." His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.
You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss. "Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.â "You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs. "You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better." You glare at him as you wake your tablet. âNow what did you need me for?â
"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. Youâre happy your vitals arenât monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question. "Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend." But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.
"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But youâve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and youâre not that person.
"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?â you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.
"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer." "I still think we should have this conversation later." "Doll, look at me." The command in his voice is so strong you donât think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.
"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains. You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side. "It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.
"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red. Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."
You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock. Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.
You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest. "What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!" "That is what itâs like in here every day,â he points to his head. You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself. âBucky I need to go,â you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. âIâll see you tomorrow.â You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.
After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.
It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading. "I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me." He moves closer to your bed.
You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action. "Anything Bucky, what do you need?" You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm. "I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.
"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice. His words shock you and you hitch a breath. Youâre not sure what youâre supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, youâre not yourself, you need to get back to-â
"Doll,â he interrupts with a hard voice. âFor once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.â
"Bucky⌠IâŚ" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond. "I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.â You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek. âAsk FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."
Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest. "Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.
Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.
"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to." That makes you whimper and press harder against him. "Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?" "Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word âclaimâ sounds so primal.
"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine." And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you. When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.
You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame. "Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.
"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid. "Bucky," you plead. "No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"
He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress. "When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please." He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees. "And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."
He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart. "Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.
Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.
It doesnât take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than youâve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person youâve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.
When youâre finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm. "Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away. Now youâre the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle. "You seriously dream of me?" "All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."
You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.
The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.
Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you. "Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.â One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.
"Please Bucky, I need more.â "No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want⌠in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.
He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking. "You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.â "Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.
"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt. "Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isnât in a hurry.
Then itâs suddenly there, crashing through you. "Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come." "So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me." The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.
"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole. Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.
âFuck me,â you plead when he pulls back. âI need you inside me Bucky.â This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When heâs naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can. "Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you. "Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.
"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.
He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look. "Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."
It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you. "Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky." There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense. Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away. "I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty. "Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.
"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad. "Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me." Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask. "Can I come?" He meets your eyes with a wicked smile. "Fast learner. Yeah, you can come⌠when I tell you."
You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob. "Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?" "I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come." "Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you." But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you donât want to disobey him.
Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in. His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear. "Guess I found it." He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.
"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress. "Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll." You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.
His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.
"I can't fill you up until Iâve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear. "That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"
The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesnât want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.
When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.
When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking. "How do you feel?" "Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead. You chuckle. "Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh. "You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices." He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again." He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.
Alarms blare and you wake with a start. "FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room. âSergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.â The voice echoes through the room. You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock. "FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."
A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?" You open the door enough to show yourself. "We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here." "Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.
Then you feel a presence behind you and Buckyâs arm goes around your waist. "Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away. "We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve. When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard. "Mine," he mumbles against your lips. "Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed
#veltana writes#bucky barnes#avengers!bucky barnes#bucky smut#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#posessive!bucky barnes#possessive!bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#possessive!bucky#posessive!bucky x reader#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky fic#bucky fanfic
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Simon Riley aka Ghost has returned home from workâ his muscles sore and fingers cramped from the drills he had to teach the subordinates. It's not unusual, more so common than not seeing his position. He was passionate about his job, you could tell the way Simon Riley put his all into it, day in and day out.
Yet, that wasn't the only thing he was passionate about...nor was it the only thing he put his all into.
"f-fuck~" you moan out, hands slipping on the smooth marble counter, fingers scratching at the surface as your pushed forward. An ache settling in your mid abdomen from the counter being pressed against it.
"mhm..." Ghost groans, palming your right ass cheek before delivering a loud smack to it, "just like that," he encourages whilst his hips slam against your backside, slithering the same hand up to encircle your engorged hips, "take it just like that."
The deep velvety tone of his voice does nothing to help the slick trail dampening your inner thighs and lubricating you where you needed it the most.
With each push and pull you could feel the knot in your stomach growingâ the pressure building up is unbearable in the best way.
You lean on your pointed toes, driving yourself farther up the counter in an attempt to put some distance between you and the pleasure.
"too much.." You whimper when your stomach starts to cave and your legs start to shake.
Ghost is quick to grab the back of your neck, pulling you back until you settle against his chest.
clicking his tongue, "you were doing so good." You hear him mumble closely to your right ear, lips brushing against your lobe "you want me to stop?" He questions rhetorically, settling into a slower pace.
"No!" You shake your head hastilyâyou never wanted him to stopâyou try to push your pelvis back against his throbbing cock but the hand on your hip halts your movements.
A tremble sets into your body as you feel him pull all the way out until your pussy could only flutter against the tip.
"No?" He questions, circling the hand on the back of your neck to the front, grasping it firmly and angling your face towards his, "but you said too much." He teases, easing only a portion of his cock into your sopping cunt.
A chill slides down your spine at his dark unwavering gaze, "don't stop." You whine, desperation painting your face.
Ghost looks at you expectantlyâ he wasn't one to give commands to, if you wanted something you had to ask, or beg.
"please!" Your ass impatiently wiggles against his lower half but you couldn't back up enough to get what you craved, "please, I'm sorry! Please don't stop!" You beg him shamelessly, apologizing without reason.
Your body suddenly lurches forward, breath catching in your throat as he impales you with his cock, a groan leaving his lips as your cunt greedily welcomes him back.
"Then stop running."
đđđđ˘đđđđ˘đ¨đ§đŹ: @deunmiu-dessie (I'm taking my ass to sleep friend but I owed youđŠľ)
đđđ§đ§đđŤ/đđ˘đŻđ˘đđđŤ: @cafekitsune @pwixi
#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#ghost smut#simon riley smut#cod#cod smut#tf 141#task force 141#simon riley x small!reader#call of duty#simon ghost riley#cod mwii#ghost call of duty#simon riley x female reader#simon riley x f!reader#simon riley x you smut#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x reader smut#simon ghost riley smut#ghost cod smut#simon riley smut blurb#writers on tumblr#innocent!reader#call of duty smut
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
miguel putting up with his girlâs princess attitude
-
âmiguel!â you call out from the bathroom as your fingers delicately fix the straps of your bodycon dress. âcan you come here for a minute?â
miguel sighs, this is the third time you keep calling him knowing how busy he is at the moment. work has gotten the best of him, and if reinventing new techs back to back isnât enough to drain him, he has to keep up with your needs daily.
does he has the courage to say no to you, though? nope. as much as he hates to admit it because itâs embarrassing, heâs scared of you. if the spider society think that Miguel is too frightening then they have not seen you get mad or being a brat.
âcoming, baby!â he walks out of his office while taking off his glasses, rolling the sleeves of his henley shirt to his elbows.
the bathroom door is left wide open, immediately seeing you standing before the mirror in a long and tight fitting grey dress that falls just around your ankles. and just like that, his annoyance completely washed off,
he takes a good look at you. eyes slowly observing every single detail of your face and down to your body. the way that dress hugs your curves and accentuate your best assets should be a crime,
God, youâre such a perfection.
âshut your mouth before you catch flies, babeâ you jokingly say as your fiancee stares at you with his jaw slightly agape. âmind helping me?â
Miguel clears his throat after, slightly smirking as he shrug his shoulders. he leans against the door way with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving yours.
âyou look absolutely divine, mi amor.â he comments, taking his lower lip between his teeth. âis that new?â he points at the dress,
rolling your eyes playfully, you try to keep your composure still. even after three years of datingânow engagedâ he still manages to make your heart skips and create butterflies in the pit of your stomach,
âI knowâ you reply in confidence, winking at him which he chuckles in return. âand yes it is! itâs SKIMS! got it yesterday, does it look good on me?â
he frowns, tilting his head to the side. âbaby, you already know the answer to that come on now⌠you make anything look sexy.â he strides closer to you as he stands from behind you, ânow, què necesitas?â he questions, resting his hands on his hips
you find it attractive how he towers over you, and itâs one thing that you love about him. itâs not that youâre petite or anything. but compared to how tall and big he is, youâre definitely tiny.
âstraighten my hair for me please? I canât reach itâ you pout at him through the mirror, âjust this part right hereâ fingers move to the back to touch part of your hair,
âay dios mio, woman⌠youâre lucky i love youâ he teases before grabbing the iron from the sink. âgoing out with the girls, mami? i assume lunch?â he asks as he starts parting your hair with one hand,
your head shakes, straightening the dress. âno, Iâm doing cake testing today and wedding dresses ⌠Darla is bringing three more flavors.â
he stops what heâs doing, giving you a confused look. âalone? cariĂąo why didnât you tell me? you know Iâd come with youâ he feels a bit disappointed and now guilty that heâs busying himself with work and instead youâre left dealing with your wedding, alone.
his hand rests on your shoulder and you move yours on top of him. âhey, itâs okay, Miggy⌠youâve been so stressed lately i do not want to put more pressure⌠it was last minute anyway, she texted me this morning.â
âyouâre my girl, i would never be too busy for you.â he says almost too fast,
giving him a sincere smile, you nod your head. âyes⌠i know, baby. trust me itâs okayâŚplus itâs bad luck for the groom to see his bride in a wedding dressâ you giggle a bit. âwe can go over the seating arrangements again together, yeah? i promiseâ you plant a soft kiss on his finger,
Miguel exhales a sigh, still feeling tiny bit upset that he wonât be there to keep you company. âokay, fine⌠tell Darla that keep vegan options open for the cakes.â
ânoted, honey.â you tell him as he continues to straighten your hair, âis everything okay with work?â
he nods, eyes too fixated on your long hair, not wanting to mess up a single strand. âjust running over a few reports and fixing few minor defects on the techs and my suitâŚthe last guy did quite a number on me.â
âhmm i love it when you speak science to meâ you comment, watching him laugh a bit at your flirty remark. âbut you still need to be careful. i do not want to see my future husband all bruised up when i walk down that aisle or else Iâll leave your ass.â your tone comes off demanding and firm, but itâs only because you care.
âyes maâamâ he replies, setting down the hot object down on the sink before slowly running his fingers through your hair. âthere you go, babyâ he moves your hair to the front, kissing your cheek and seeing you smile just makes him happy. knowing heâs done a great job.
turning around to face him, you stand on your toes to kiss his lips. âthank you, miggy⌠Iâll see you later, okay? we can go grab dinner outside and then movie night at 9?â
his heart warms at that and lips stretches into a large grin. âsounds like a plan.â then he lightly slaps your ass as you walk out of the door,
âlet me know if thereâs going to be bunch of assholes staring at you today, Iâll hunt them down and fucking kill them on the spot.â he mentions as if itâs nothing
and they say romance is dead.
-
cake testing with miggy!
11K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Padel Queen : ĚĚâ Max Verstappen
summary: when max suggests couples padel with george and carmen, he worries about how good you'll be, little does he know though what a master of padel you are
âAre you sure that this is a good idea?â Max asked you one final time as you took the racket that he offered out of his hands. âItâs not too late for us to say no,â he reminded you, anxious eyes watching as you stood yourself up.
You looked the part, but playing the part? You werenât too sure. When Carmen and George invited you for a game of padel you were keen to find out more about the game that Max seemed to love so much, but now that you were there, your confidence had diminished.
The noise of rackets hitting the ball continually made you jump as you put your trainers on, the speed that some of the balls were struck made you flinch in fear, and the groans of effort that echoed left you questioning how athletic you really were.
âIâve got this!â You cheered, nudging against Maxâs side, refusing to let him see just how nervous you were.
The two of you walked onto the court, picking the side youâd serve from whilst George and Carmen finished getting themselves ready. Max walked across and picked up one of the balls, taking you to the baseline at the back of the court.
âIâm going to teach you how to serve so youâre an expert in the game,â he informed you, turning you so that you were facing the right way.
You allowed Max to guide you, listening closely to his instructions, copying his movements whenever he demonstrated, constantly reminding you that he was an expert of padel.
The first time you served, you just managed to get the ball over the net, watching it bounce dejectedly on the other side of the court.
âHow was that?â You grinned, spinning to face Max, his expression not matching your own. âWhat? What did I do wrong?â
Max scratched nervously over the top of his head, feeling his heart break as he saw how excited you were before him. âWellâŚyou got it over the net, thatâs a start.â
You could tell Max was trying to be kind as he went to fetch the ball, handing it back to you again. You stood sideways, like he said, body facing where you wanted to aim, like he said, arm holding the ball out, like he said. But Max wasnât happy yet. The feeling of a figure right behind you made your body tense up as Max held his hands over both of yours.
âLetâs do it together,â he whispered, getting you to throw the ball up, swinging the racket back. You let Max guide you as the racket hit the ball, watching it go over the net with plenty more power the second time around. âAnd make sure you follow through with your swing too.â
The two of you practised a few more times before George and Carmen stepped onto the court. Max jogged over to you as you got yourself ready, draping his arm across your shoulders.
âWe can beat these two easily,â he joked, trying his best to lighten your mood and fill you with confidence, âserve like I taught you and weâll be just fine.â
You nodded in reply as George shouted for you to hurry up, taking your positions on the court. Whilst you and Carmen both stood relaxed, George and Max both looked up for the battle, determined to beat each other and earn themselves bragging rights.
George passed the ball to Carmen to start your game off, with Max easily reaching the serve and returning the ball. You found yourself a little lost on the court as Max raced around, almost forgetting as if you were there most of the time. After a bit of back and forth, mostly between the boys, Max lobbed the ball just over Carmenâs head giving you the point.
âThat was perfect,â Max cheered as he turned around to approach you, offering his fist for you to fist bump.
You couldnât help but admire the sudden competitiveness that appeared in Max, it didnât matter if he was in a car, on the court, or just getting into the car with you, he wanted to be first no matter what.
âItâs your turn to serve now,â Max told you, placing the ball on your racket, âjust remember what I told you and youâll be just fine.â
You took the ball as Max offered you a reassuring smile, turning your body so that you were facing George. You could be forgiven for thinking he was a professional with how he stood, leaving you intimidated opposite him.
You remembered Maxâs words as you swung the racket back, throwing the ball up into the air. You took a deep breath before swinging the racket forwards, watching on as the ball flew across the net, leaving a dumfounded George swinging and missing to return your serve.
âWhat the-â
âBabe! Where did that come from?â
George was frozen to the spot, feeling Carmenâs eyes on him. Meanwhile, Max ran over to you, wrapping his arms around your frame and twirling you around in the air.
âHave you secretly been practising or something?â Max chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, âthat was one of the best serves that Iâve ever seen in a game of padel.â
You werenât quite sure where it came from, and truthfully, you werenât sure if youâd be able to hit a ball like that again, but feeling the excitement that radiated from Max made it all worth it. He couldnât quite believe what he had seen, laughing away to himself in disbelief.
âTurns out I might be better at this than you,â you teased once Max put you down, âI guess you can just call me the padel queen.â
âYou told me that sheâd never played before,â George called out, letting the reality of what just happened sink in.
Max shrugged in reply, unable to help George. âI swear, Iâve never seen her play like that before. If you want to quit now, just say. I think we know whoâs going to win this game now.â
George brushed his hand through his hair as Max took a hold of your hand, leading you back to your positions on court again. There was still a wave of surprise across the net from you as Max took the ball to serve this time.
âAre you sure you donât want me to do it?â You joked, feeling Maxâs eyes land on you, the corners of his smile turning up.
âHey, you might be good, but youâve got nothing on me yet.â
ËËË đđđđđđđđđđ ! ´ËË
#f1#f1 imagine#formula 1#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen#formula 1 x reader#f1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 reaction#formula 1 x you#formula 1 fanfic#max verstappen drabble#max verstappen fluff#max verstappen x you#max verstappen x reader#formula one x you#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula 1 fic#formula one#f1 drabble#f1 fluff#f1 x you
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
COME AND GET THAT + logan howlett
SYNP â being home for the summer from school isnât so bad. it isnât so bad until your motorcycle stops working. and your dad tells you to call over the man that inspired you to get the bike in the first place and the closest one who could fix it, his best friend and your longtime crush, logan.
WARNINGS â masc reader, age gap ( no duh ), readerâs dad is kinda a dick, subbot reader, oral, petnames, loganâs a little mean, slight degradation, kitchen sex, hair pulling, eventual smut, porn with plot | 3.4K ( im sorry đ )
PART TWO ( coming soon )
Summertime. Itâs such a wonderful time. You get out of school and can drive back to your hometown. You see your parents and siblings and get to flop onto the mattress of your old childhood bedroom.
But your favorite part? Getting to see your dadâs best friend, Logan. Who seems only to be getting hotter and hotter with each passing year. Only maybe youâre just getting more worked up and shy with every year that passes because each summer you can barely stand to look him in the eye or be alone in a room with him.
Youâve been home for about a week or two by this point, getting back into the comfort and schedule of your hometown life. Luckily but also somehow unfortunately, you have yet to see Logan since you returned. Hell, he probably doesnât even know youâre home.
So imagine your surprise when youâre standing outside of your parentâs house with your dad, examining your sleek motorcycle that just wouldnât start. You know how to do basic motorcycle care that of course, Logan taught you. He was the one who inspired and motivated you to get the damn bike anyways. So why were you surprised when your dad suggested calling him?
âGuess Iâll give Logan a call and see if heâs busy. He should know how to fix it,â your father says in a small sigh as he stands up straight.
âWait, call Logan?â You repeat even though you know itâs dumb question and that you were just nervous to see him again since winter break.
âYeah, Logan, you got a problem with that or something, squirt?â Your father responds slightly mockingly as he repeats your obviously odd question. You just grumble slightly under your breath.
âNo, dad, just⌠go ahead and call emâ,â you say in a sigh as the two of you stalk back towards the house. After that, it only takes half an hour before the inevitable and you see that familiar pickup pull into your driveway.
You reluctantly trail behind your dad like a clingy pup instead of a grown man to go greet Logan. You donât miss the way he smirks with his signature cigar between his lips as he very slowly drags his eyes on your body.
âAnd when was I gonna find out my favorite college kid was home?â Logan asks gruffly, plucking the cigar from his lips with an outlet of smoke. His voice damn near sends shivers down your spine everytime you hear it.
You just opt for shrugging and giving him a casual smile. âFind out when you find out, I guess,â you say and of course, he lets out that little chuckle and snort that you love so much.
Logan puts his calloused, large hand out for you to greet him correctly only for him to grab your hand and pull you into him. You canât help the small, very unmanly yelp that leaves you when he grabs you so suddenly. The smell of him hitting you so quick it damn near makes your mind spin. Cigars and ash and wood and leather and just him. Gosh, it almost drives you so crazy you barely notice the light headlock he put you in.
When you do finally notice, it definitely does not help the flare of heat in the pit of your stomach. You try to brush it off, tugging at his incredibly strong and veiny biceps with a small grin to pry him off of you. Finally, he releases you and you canât help but take in a relieved breath.
âStill as much of a little shit as ever, kid,â Logan taunts, placing his cigar back between his lips. Lips that you wanted to feel on yours so bad. âYou sure you ainât getting smaller with each year?â
You roll your eyes for the second time that night. He knew you werenât getting smaller. It just seemed like he was getting bigger even at his grown age. And damn, is he big. 6 feet 2 inches and 205 pounds of pure muscle. âYeah, Iâm sure, Logan,â you end up mumbling in response as you stuff your hands in your pockets.
Logan just chuckles again. âYeah, okay,â he responds sarcastically. With another puff of smoke, he looks to your father then your bike. âSo, whatâs the problem, Bub?â He inquires.
You trail your father as he walks Logan over to your motorcycle. The same model he recommended years ago. You barely listen as your father explains the situation to his best friend, your eyes stuck to the man in the red flannel.
âLooks like you just need an oil change, kid. And your fuel filters clogged,â Logan says in a small grunt as he stands from his kneeling position next to your bike.
âDamn, squirt, you canât tell when you need an oil change?â Your dad questions, pinching the bridge of his nose. You frown slightly and your brows furrow.
âI just didnât notice, okay?â You grumble in reply.
Your father sighs before looking back at Logan. âCould ya fix it, Howlett?â Your father questions, folding his arms over his chest.
âOh yeah, could change the oil if the kid wants. The fuel filter, on the other hand, youâre gonna have to replace the part. Iâm assuming you donât just got one layinâ around here,â Logan explains and he dusts his palms off.
âPerfect. Time for the kid to learn to do something for himself,â your father says with a grin of mock-approval. Oh, how you wish your mother was here instead. Logan just lets out a small chuckle that seems just a little bit forced. âWell, I gotta head off to work. Help Logan out, will ya? Get him whatever he needs or asks for.â Your father sighs to you.
Heâs going to leave? The two of you? Alone? Does he actually want you to pass away? âYeah, dad, I got it,â you say to cover up the way your heart almost immediately started racing. Then it was only minutes later before you were watching your father pull out of your driveway and zip down the street, leaving just you and Logan.
Logan turns to you and damn you could almost feel the way he looked at you. You nervously pull your eyes away from the street and to Logan who offers you his usual smirk when you look at him. âGet me your old manâs box, will ya?â He requests.
âYeah, sure,â you murmur before turning and walking back towards the house to get your dadâs toolbox. And are you being paranoid or is he definitely watching you walk away?
You eventually come back with your dadâs toolbox in hand. Logan turns to you when he hears your footsteps despite them being damn near silent. Heâs always so astute and aware. It scares you and somehow turns you on at the same time.
âAtta boy,â Logan says as he takes the box from you and holds it like it weighs nothing more than a bottle of water. âThanks, kid.â
Atta boy. Gosh, what would you give to hear him say that again. âYeah, no problem,â you respond. You canât help but watch him for a few minutes before turning and walking back towards the house. Your father would definitely force you to stay and watch Logan so you could âactually do something right.â But thankfully and also unfortunately, he isnât there and Logan could care less.
And for the next 45 minutes, you spend your time inside trying to distract yourself from the man outside. The man you were home alone with. You leave the door ajar just in case he needs anything which of course he doesnât. Heâs just that good, right?
You lean against your kitchen counter, feeding your cat, James, a blonde cat who is somehow more accident prone than you are, blueberries. Your mind is practically running on autopilot out of boredom. But youâre acutely aware of the sound of the front door opening and shutting. As well as the heavy footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
Logan turns the corner, his flannel gone, leaving him in just a tanktop and jeans. A tanktop that practically put all of him on display. The muscles and veins in his arms, the firmness of his chest. Specifically that vein on his right biceps that runs all the way down to his forearm.
Thereâs a few oil marks staining his skin, on his neck and arms and chest. A little on his cheek. How the hell did he get that dirty? Hell, not like youâd know. You hardly touch the inside of that motorcycle, willingly.
His dog tags hanging perfectly in between his pecs. How you would love to trade places with those things right now. âSâall done, Bub,â Logan tells you as he steps further into the kitchen.
âRight, yeah, thanks,â you say, reluctantly stopping your ogling to grab him a water from the fridge. Logan flicks his hands as he finishes washing them and takes the water from you. He leans against the counter across from you.
âHowâs college treatinâ ya?â He inquires, watching as you feed James another piece of fruit.
âItâs okay, nothing special. I mean donât get me wrong, itâs a nice school but itâs not like itâs Ivy League or anything,â you answer in a small shrug as you pop a blueberry into your own mouth. Logan canât help but watch your lips and throat as you do so. His eyes shamelessly trained on you.
âWell atleast you got somethinâ going for ya,â Logan murmurs, finally looking away as he folds his arms over his chest. âGot a boyfriend waiting there too?â He asks. You give him a look. He chuckles. âOr a girlfriend.â Logan adds.
You just roll your eyes which contrasts the smile on your face. âAnswers no to both,â you answer, watching James pluck the blueberry from your fingers. And Logan feels a little too happy to see that little smile on your face again.
âReally?â Logan replies, raising a brow in response. âThose little college kids to stupid to see whatâs in front of emâ or something?â
You look over to him and see his little eyebrow raise, a quiet snort leaving you. âI donât know. I just donât talk to people like that. Hard to be seen when youâre acting invisible, yâknow?â You say nonchalantly.
âGotta put yourself out there one day, Bub,â Logan sighs. âCanât keep cominâ back to this place and just hoping for it.â You watch him as he speaks and you canât help the way your eyes repeatedly drop down to the soot on his muscles. You gotta get those stains off before you go nuts.
âItâs more of a choice than anything,â you tell him as you turn and grab a clean rag from one of the lower cabinets. Loganâs sharp eyes follow you as you move around the kitchen. âPeople there just donât really âimpressâ me.â You add as you wet the rag with warm water.
âOh, boys there ainât good enough for you, huh?â Logan questions teasingly, that grin returning to his face. You step in front of him and hold out the damp rag to him. Logan silently gestures to his skin in response.
You swallow and suddenly, your heart is beating a million beats a minute. Your eyes fall from his to his chest and neck as you slowly reach the rag to his skin. âNah,â you finally answer lowly as you begin to gently scrub at his skin. âAll the way in university and still ainât mature enough.â You mutter, watching the oil stains fade away under the rag.
Loganâs eyes are low as he looks down at you, his eyes trained on your face and lips as you speak and wipe him down. âOh right, not mature enough fâya,â Logan murmurs. âNeed an older guy to take care of you⌠donât ya?â
Your hand pauses on his chest and your eyes move back up to his. A swirl of desire and need mixing in his dark eyes. His gaze alone almost makes you shutter. âYeah⌠think I do,â I say in a slightly hoarse whisper.
Not knowing what else to do, you let out a barely there breath and raise the rag, going to swipe at some of the stains on his cheeks. Your heart almost stops in your chest when he grabs your wrist instead. His other hand comes up to grab your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.
âAnd what would your old man think about that, huh?â Logan questions lowly, his breath fanning your lips. You part your lips to answer but your words get caught in Loganâs rough lips. Your whole body tenses up for a moment before immediately melting into him.
You let him hold you, you let him push you back into the other counter behind you. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth, the taste of his earlier cigar still lingering. But it only serves to make you weaker. You groan into his mouth as his large hand suddenly slips from your wrist to your crotch, squeezing you through your sweatpants.
âSchool got you all pent up, yeah?â Logan asks in a huff of a breath as he just barely pulls away from your lips. Once again, he steals your lips before you can answer. Palming you through your sweatpants while his tongue explores every inch of your mouth.
Heâs not wrong. Itâs been just you and your hand for months now. And somehow Logan just barely touching you through your sweats is better than any night of you fucking your fist.
You canât help but whine into his mouth when he pulls away, his hand running over your hips and waist instead. But the feeling of him pressing himself against you in his jeans quickly silences your whines. His half-erect cock grinding against your as he rolls his hips. Logan pulls back in a low groan, a thin shiny string of saliva connecting your kiss-swollen lips.
âBeen thinking âbout you since winter, Bub. Yâknow that? Pretty ass been on my mind for fucking months,â Logan says to you in a heavy breath as he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. You just look up at him, still in slight shock at it all but your mind falling prey to the pleasure and want.
âWhat? You wanna do something about that?â You question quietly, your voice not matching your smug and suggestive words.
Logan smirks down at you a bit. âDamn right,â he answers, his hand on your chin shifting to your hair as he grabs a fistful of it and tilts your head to the side. His hips rolling against your again as he sinks his teeth into neck. His name falling from your lips in a whimper.
Your hand subconsciously falls to his belt, weakly trying to still his hips against yours which of course doesnât work. Logan pulls his teeth from your neck while simultaneously guiding your hand down from his belt to the growing bulge in his jeans.
âFeel that, pretty boy? Feel what youâre doing tâme?â Logan mutters against your bruising skin. And you do feel him. A lot of him. It made you lose your breath further while shooting sparks of further arousal to your gut. âWanna help me out, Bub? Little favor for changinâ your oil?â He requests as he sucks at your flesh, hungrily and greedily.
You move almost immediately to your knees. Breath shaking as he backs up just a bit to look down at you. A devilish grin covering his face. âWell, arenât you just an obedient little thing,â he comments as one of his hands finds his belt, the other still in your hair.
Your heart pounding in your ears as you watch his belt unbuckle, as he unbuttons his jeans and zips them down. Your mouth damn-near watering as he tugs down his pants and boxers just enough for his dick to spring free. And oh, your jaw is going to be aching for hours.
âLook at you, all cock-thirsty. Nobody been givinâ you any attention, huh?â Logan says as he pumps himself a few times, gently guiding your head to his already leaking tip. He doesnât have to ask before you part your lips. Maybe it was a little pathetic how quickly you dropped for him. But you couldnât care less at the moment.
You let him sit himself on your tongue and he just basks in the view. A bit of his pre dripping onto the pink muscle. That sight alone pushed him further, pushing his hips forward until he was almost buried in your throat to the hilt. âDamn, pretty boy, you done this before or something?â Logan groans before heâs moving.
His hand in your hair keeping your head still as he begins fucking your throat. You try to keep the tears from glossing up in your eyes as he hits the back of your throat but you canât. He doesnât mind.
âFuck, how has nobody claimed this perfect throat yet? Taking me so fucking well,â Logan grunts, staring right down into your glossy eyes. You let out a choked whimper around him in reply, the vibrations of the sound going straight to Loganâs cock, making his eyes fall shut as he sucks in a sharp breath. âRight, canât answer with your mouth full of dick, can you?â
Another muffled whimper which results in him tugging on your hair. âGuess your old man was wrong, huh?â Logan pants over the sound of his balls lewdly hitting your chin, a mix of his pre and your own drool slicking the skin. âYou did learn to do somethinâ useful. Damn good cock-sucker.â
Your hands hold onto his thighs as he repeatedly stuffs your face to the hilt, his fat tip kissing the back of your throat. Your nails dig into his skin through his jeans only for his eyes to roll in response. A hoarse and gruff âoh fuckâ slipping through his teeth. âBeen doing this for those college boys? That how you brought your little grade back up?â Logan questions roughly as he looks down to you.
Such a pretty sight you are. Eyes watering, lashes glistening, mouth full, and your lips a wet mess of your fluids.
âMmm,â your denial doesnât leave as words, just muffled choked sounds. A small smirk grows on Loganâs face.
âNo? Ainât that a shocker. Youâdâ shitâ youâd make some good fucking money. Sucking cock for cash, clearly doesn't take much to get you to anyways,â Logan says, almost taunting you with his words. Taunting how fast you got on your knees for him.
You can only respond by pressing your tongue flaccid against his cock, feeling his veins pulse over the muscle. Only for him to tug on your hair when you swirl your tongue over his tip. âFine by me,â Logan says, his voice breaking into a breathy moan. âPretty little throat is all mine.â
You feel your own hard-on twitch in your pants at that. The idea of being all his. Even if itâs just for the summers and winters. Logan doesnât miss the way you take him in more greedily, the way you keep letting him glide across your tongue, the way your breathing just barely steadies when you finally find a rhythm.
âYeah? You like that idea, Bub? Being all mine?â Logan says strained, the snap of his hips growing sloppy and stuttering. All you can do is let out a muffled groan around him, staring up at him with your big eyes as the tears finally slip over. They only worsen their streams as Logan pushes your head down, giving you hardly any room to breathe as his cock twitches and he cums down your throat.
He doesnât let you go until youâre digging your nails into his thighs again and he finally lets go of your hair. You pull away and practically gasp for the breath you lost. Coughing and heaving and sniffling as dribbles of his release rolling down your chin, followed by your tears.
âYou okay down there, Bub? Too much?â Logan asks as he chases his own breath.
âNo, no, iâi'm okay,â you manage to get out as you wipe at the tears and your slick chin. Loganâs low eyes drop to the tent in your sweatpants between your legs. His eyes then pull back up to yours.
âWhat time does your old man get off?â
#wolverine#logan howlett#dorkszn#deadpool and wolverine#dorkfilmz#deadpool#logan howlett x reader#wolverine smut#logan howlett smut#logan howlett one shot#logan howlett fic#logan howlett fanfiction#hugh jackman wolverine#james howlett x reader#james logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x male reader#logan howlett x you#male reader smut#bottom male reader#hugh jackman#xmen x reader#xmen 2000#xmen smut#the howlett files
1K notes
¡
View notes
Note
Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade finding out that his gn s/o has never dated anyone else before him please?
X-Men requests YAYYYYY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!!!!! đ¤¸đđ¤¸đđ¤¸đđ¤¸đđ¤¸đ
Wade, Logan, Remy, and Kurt with a s/o who hasnât dated anyone other than them!! <3
Warnings!: cursing ig, reader is referred to as pretty (I consider that gender neutral, but wanted to put it here just in case), and thatâs it!
A/n: Want them all ngl đ If it wasnât already clear, Iâm delighted to have my first X-Men request. And I also really like this prompt (definitely not because I can relate to it. Haha, shut up). Also, requests: OPEN đ
Wade:
He straight up thinks youâre lying when you first tell him. He even laughs because heâs convinced youâre just messing with him.
But, then he realizes youâre not laughing and heâs like âOh, shit. Really?â
Heâll apologize for laughing and probably say some shit like âSorry, I just didnât realize a smoke show like you was capable of being singleâ
And he means it. He was fully under the impression that youâd been on more than a few dates because youâre HOT
Definitely teases you about it. âIs that why your hands were so sweaty on our first date?â
Donât be afraid to (playfully) smack him.
Despite all of the teasing, he makes sure to let you know that it doesnât bother him. In fact, he thinks itâs cute
Heâll say that youâre ânew to datingâ even if the two of you have been dating for years
Starts calling you a rookie. And he ends up saying it so much that it just becomes one of the many pet names he has for you
And, yeah. When youâre not around heâs probably giggling and kicking his feet over how heâs your first boyfriend đ¤
Logan:
When you first tell him, he just looks at you for a second, not saying anything before going âYouâre serious?â
âAnd you decided Iâd be a good first pick?â He says it like heâs teasing, but, in reality, it does confuse him a bit.
Like, wouldnât you want someone sweet and kind for your first relationship? Not a grumpy, old guy with knife hands???
Nonetheless, heâs grateful (and even honored) to be given the title of your first boyfriend
He doesnât make a huge deal out of it. Heâll occasionally bring it up, maybe ask a question or two about it. But, it doesnât really change anything about your relationship.
Or, at least, thatâs what you think for a while.
One night, he returns from a long mission and he crawls into bed next to you, and you think heâs just gonna immediately go to sleep like he does every time he comes back from a mission. But, then he mumbles something.
âI wish Iâd had someone like you as my first.â
And before you can even process it, heâs asleep.
You ask him about it in the morning and he says he doesnât remember saying it. You can decide whether or not you think heâs lying.
Remy:
You tell him that you want to tell him something, and he can tell youâre nervous about it.
âWhatâs got you so nervous, chère? You know Gambit donât judge nobody. âSpecially not you.â
And you confess to him that youâve never dated anyone and heâs like. âOh. Thatâs it?â
He doesnât mean to sound apathetic. He was just expecting something bad.
He asks you to clarify what you mean by ânot dating anyone before himâ because he thinks he somehow misunderstood you
âYou telling me no one ever tried to get with a pretty thing like you?â And then he smirks. âOr were you just ignorinâ all of âem till Gambit came round?â
He also teases you about it from time to time. Makes little comments about how heâs your first.
But, itâs just because he loves it.
He often thinks about how heâs the only guy whoâs gotten to take you on dates and do all this romantic stuff with you
âDonât no one else know what they missing out onâŚ.â
Kurt:
He doesnât even try to hide his surprise. He canât.
âIâm really your first? But, how? You are so beautiful!â Heâs just upfront with why he thinks itâs absurd.
He needs to hear it a few more times before he finally accepts it. And thatâs when he starts getting giddy.
âI am your first lover?â He grins. âI like that, I think.â
And now everyone has to know. Sorry.
He will gladly go around and tell people that heâs your âfirst loveâ (as he likes to say). Is it usually embarrassing for you? Yes. But, itâs Kurt. So, itâs okay.
So, yeah. You definitely donât have to worry about whether or not he minds it.
Of course, now he has to ask a bunch of questions about it too.
âSo, was the first date youâve ever had with me?â If you say yes, he smiles before asking. âWas it good?â Like he doesnât already know the answer.
Heâs just over the moon that he was the first person that you really fell in love with. And he wants you and everyone around you to know how happy he is with you.
#fanfiction#x reader#marvel x reader#wade wilson x reader#wade wilson fanfiction#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett fanfiction#remy lebeau x reader#remy lebeau fanfiction#kurt wagner x reader#kurt wagner fanfiction#x men x reader#x men fanfiction#deadpool x reader#deadpool fanfiction#wolverine x reader#wolverine fanfiction#gambit x reader#gambit fanfiction#nightcrawler x reader#nightcrawler fanfiction#marvel fanfiction
2K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Men At Work - Part 3
I know this has been a little slow to start, but things should progress a little more quickly from here. I wanted to establish some of the groundwork for this weird dynamic they all have but unfortunately, these men don't know the meaning of slow, even in my own head.
No Content Warnings
âHow are the repairs going?â you ask.
Itâs just Nikto today, returning your Tupperware from dinner the other night. Heâs covered head to toe once again, all thatâs visible are those glass blue eyes. One way mirrors - hiding everything beneath the surface.
They remind you of⌠something.Â
Hmm. When you figure it out, theyâre sure to make an appearance in your next novel.
âOn track,â he answers in that sharp, staccato way youâre learning is just his way.
Unfortunately for him, that just makes you more curious. You know itâs a bit obnoxious - youâre not entitled to information, you know that. And most of the time you curb the inquiries tapping at the back of your teeth. But heâs in your house, snuggling your traumatized cat. If heâs got a problem answering casual questions, youâre certain heâll have no problem letting you know.
âYouâre redoing the whole thing?â
âMost of it. Foundation is good. The rest - Đ´ĐľŃŃПО.â
You donât know a lick of Russian, but you can guess.
âGood bones,â you hum in understanding. As if you know anything about construction. âThat helps. When do you think it will be done?â
He shifts, sharp eyes flicking between your busy hands, the door, and Rasputin holding him lovingly hostage.
Little guy is currently perched on your shoulder, face buried against your collar in abject despair that his bestest friend hasnât come to visit. Shithead is poaching (or attempting to, anyway) the sandwiches youâre assembling. So far, sheâs only swishing her tail, biding her time. Youâre keeping an eye on her.
âTwo months. Three if any of us are called.â
You hum, reach for the tomatoes. Itâs only because youâre looking at him that you notice the slightest twitch around his eyes. Beneath his mask, youâd bet heâs scrunching his nose.
âNo?â
âI will eat.â
You leave the tomatoes off. Guy mews sadly, you tilt your head to press a kiss to his little ear.
âSo, two or three months. Krueger said youâll move in then.â
âDa.â
You top the sandwiches with a final slice of bread and turn to the oven. Spin back just in time to catch Shitheadâs paw reaching for Kruegerâs designated sandwich. Nikto eyes the plate of brownies in your free hand; you bite the corner of your mouth to keep from grinning.
âWhat about the yard?â
Nikto tilts his head. If he didnât give the impression of a particularly large predator, youâd call it cute. As it is, even spiders and snakes endear themselves to you somehow.
âWhat about yard?â
âAny plans for it?â You sneak an extra brownie onto Niktoâs plate. Reward and apology for wrenching conversation out of him. âGrass? Trees? Flowers?â
He blinks. Just once. Some sort of intuition tells you that even that behavioral tic is a big social step for him.
âNo.â
âOh, uh⌠gravel then?â
âWe mean no plans,â he corrects.
âOh! Alright, I suppose thatâs a long way off anyway. Thereâs still so much work to do on the inside.â
But it does get you thinking. What even goes into fixing a house? And how do they know all this stuff? The electric, the insulation, the⌠whatever else goes into a home. Is it just Weird Things they picked up from the military?
You stare contemplatively at the houseâs exterior as you walk the plates across the street with Nikto. (Ras is riding on his shoulder and Guy refused to detach his claws from yours. You fear for the state of your home with Shithead left behind, but neither you nor Nikto had a spare hand to wrangle her with.)
Nikto practically kicks the door in, shouting for the others as he goes. Guy chooses that moment to start crying - uncanny sense for appearing pathetic as possible.
Konig must hear him halfway down the stairs, because the steady boot steps get faster after a moment.
âOh, bubchen! Why are you sad? What has happened?â Konig coos, nearly running to your side.
Of course, now that heâs gotten what he wanted, Guyâs volume lowers. He makes a pleased little âmrowâ and slinks off your shoulder and into Konigâs reaching hands. Youâd call him a traitor but youâre a damn sucker for a big man with a cute animal.Â
âYou two are ridiculous,â you laugh, setting the plates on the counter.
Itâs already been replaced since last you saw it. Black granite, very sleek. You like it. (Which of them installed it? Nikto? You usually catch glimpses of him on the ground floor.)
âHe is a baby, Biene,â Konig protests, âhe must be treated like one.â
âHeâs already five!â You reply, like you donât have a papoose for when your hands are too full to snuggle him.
âDid I stutter? I do not think so. This is a baby.â
You have to turn away to hide your laughter, pretending that taking the foil off the lunches requires your full attention.
Krueger steps up behind you while youâre not looking. The heat of him is what alerts you, the only reason you donât jump when his rough voice comes by your head.
âWhere is the Shithead.â
âHello to you too, Krueger. How is your day?â
He grunts and reaches past you, trying to snatch up a brownie. Without a thought, you slap at his hand - balk at the sharp whack sound it makes. He jerks his hand back in shock.
âYou deny me my dearest friend and you attack me in my own home.â
You spin on your heel, mouth already open. False start as you realize heâs even closer than you expected. The height difference doesnât seem like much until youâre eye level with his neck. You untangle your tongue and ignore the smirk growing at the corner of his scarred mouth.
âThis is barely a house, never mind a home,â you scoff.
He snorts - that smirk turns to a full blown grin. A little crazed. Unfortunately, that makes it more attractive. (And the bastard probably knows it too.)
âYou insult me too, now.â
âSure, but I brought you food.â
He flicks his eyes to the plate behind you and arches a brow.
âBring me the little Sheisskerl and I will forgive you.â
You tilt your head to the side. âGo get her yourself.â
What the hell did you just say? Inviting a man into your house unaccompanied?! You may not be a true crime writer, but you know better.
You still donât take it back.
He locks eyes with you, gives the distinct impression that he knows exactly what you just thought and heâs amused by your obstinance.
âFine.â He reaches past your hip. Smells like sweat and something that reminds you of heat. Solder? Certainly not anything youâre used to. âBehave, eh? Konig is easy to take advantage of.â
You snort and glance at Konig over his shoulder, whoâs glaring now. (Somehow no less intimidating even with Guy nuzzling at his mask.)
As Krueger turns, he takes a big bite of brownie, humming appreciatively under his breath. You shake your head, then turn to Konig.
âIf you want to steal one of his sandwiches, Iâll look the other way.â
Konig barks a short, sharp laugh of surprise. It startles you a bit, but not enough to wipe the grin from your face. You know he really means it when he sounds like that.
âHow are the bathroom repairs going?â you ask.
âThey are going well!â he answers. Then launches into an in-depth explanation of all the ongoing projects. Replacing walls, rewirings, outlet and light installations. What doesnât go over your head is almost too fast to understand as his accent thickens with excitement. You nod along anyway, because you asked, and heâs stupidly endearing - big muscular man getting a bit squeaky while he rambles about pipes.
He barely even notices Guyâs little paw reaching until itâs shoved into his open mouth. He sputters as you burst into laughter, gently tucking Guyâs arm against his chest.
âWhy would you do this?!â he asks, only to receive a slow blink in response.
âHeâs saying you need to eat,â you giggle, nudging Konigâs plate.
âOh, thatâs right! Thank you for the lunch!â
Barely a couple bites in and you hear the door open again. Krueger stomps in with Shithead bundled in his arms, one hand under her bottom, the other around her tummy. Sheâs got her head tilted all the way back to chirp and chitter at him.
âWhy are you carrying her like that?â you ask, choking back a giggle.Â
âIt is how she wishes to be carried.â
You blink at her - but sure as shit, sheâs perfectly content being held like a childâs toy.
âWell good luck eating like that.â
âYou wonât feed me?â he leers.
âI donât want rabies if you bite me.â
His laughter is even harsher than Konigâs. You like it instantly.
All thatâs left is to hear Niktoâs.
Agatha is outside when Nikto walks you back home.
(Krueger huffed that he had too much work to do for the day, but he would see you for dinner. While you were still blinking in shock at his self-invite, Konig transitioned Little Guy back into your arms. All the while grumbling at Kruegerâs impatient German.)
She scowls as she notices your two-person parade. Niktoâs juggling Little Guy and Rasputin; youâve got a firm grip on Shithead and the stack of dirty plates. You snort a bit just thinking of her paranoid comments about them being bad men. Sure, they might be in some ways, but itâs a hard sell when Ras is trying to lick at the edge of the mask around Niktoâs eyes.
âAfternoon, Agatha,â you call, just to be petty.
âWhen is your fiance coming by again?â she calls back. âSuch a lovely young man.â
Your mirth dries up in an instant. âI broke up with my boyfriend four months ago. I thought I told you.â
You did. You know you did. Because sheâs a nosy pain in the ass that was asking about your Easter plans with him (trying to invite you to church once again) when you told her that you left him. Sheâd even fussed about it at the time, saying that thereâs hardly anything that canât be healed with time and understanding.
(It was only your commitment to your own privacy that kept you from asking how much time it takes to smooth over someone cheating with your cousin.)
At your side, Nikto grunts. You glance sideways at him, wondering what he must think.
But his eyes are on Agatha. Even Rasputin has paused the grooming routine to narrow his one eye at her.
âIs this the one that looks in mailbox?â he asks, louder than youâve ever heard.
Loud enough that she hears. And flushes redder than the poppies in your flowerboxes.
âThatâs her husband, actually,â you answer. She sputters, and an incredibly immature bolt of satisfaction suffuses you.
He grunts again. Eyes her up and down. âMaybe we leave surprise for him next time, da?â
You press your lips together, but it does nothing to prevent you from grinning. Heâs deadly serious, though, which somehow makes it even funnier to you.
âMaybe!â you reply in a tone that really means absolutely.
Nikto shuts the door on her face before Agath can get out a threat to call the police.
âYouâve got a petty streak,â you say, grinning at him.
He tilts his head. âYou like.â He doesnât even sound sure if itâs a question or a statement.
âYeah,â you giggle, âI like it.â
He grunts and takes the plates from your hand. âWe wash. You think about dinner and revenge. Da?â
You plop yourself onto a stool by the kitchen counter. âDa.â
First | Previous | Next
Masterlist
#cod#my writing#fanfiction#reader fic#dark fic#men at work fic#neighbor au#nikto cod#cod krueger#cod konig#polyamory
1K notes
¡
View notes
Note
Discretely touching them down there to their parts and gently squeezing when no one is looking and them not being able to do anything (since it's in public).
Ft. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, & Roy. AN: Anon you're a menace and I love ya!
Bruce
You get exactly one, which he acknowledges with a stern pout and a cocked brow. Flawlessly concealing the fire youâve ignited but for his laboured breathing and blown-out pupils. Youâre walking a thin line, behaving like a brat in front of Gothamâs elite.
If he sees you reaching for him again, and trust, he will see; it will take him precisely 0.8 seconds to lock you in an unsuspecting death grip and pull you close. He wants you to feel the increased tempo of his heart against your chest. To feel the growing stiffness of his hard-on grazing your hip as he tells you assertively to; âBehave.â Â
Dick
Dick sees your game; he raises you tenfold. He knows youâre up to something when he clocks the determined bite of your lips as you survey the subway car, and the mischievous glint in your eye as you look back at him. When your hand snakes under this shirt, caressing his v-lines, he juts his hips forward, presenting himself to you; daring you to take it further.
When you sink your fingers below his waistband he sucks in a deliberately loud breath. You freeze to survey your surroundings, but Dick does not. Dick starts grinding on you until he senses you growing nervous. He locks a sturdy hand around your elbow just in time to prevent you from pulling away, leans in close and whispers; âWhatâs wrong baby? Thought you wanted to play?â
Jason
âIs that a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?â You giggle at your own joke, because Jason is always packing some form of heat. He might have laughed too, might have trapped your wrist in his hands and rocked against your outstretched palm if youâd been at home, or the club, or even the casino. But not the fucking grocery store, you little perv. Â
âAre you drunk?â He offers you an out, glaring down at you with a gaze fierce enough to make a nun blush. You respond with a brazen-faced shake of your head, and he canât help but imitate it out of disbelief at your cocky attitude. You stay like that, locked in a stare of, rock vs hard place, until Jason cracks first, noticing a couple rounding the corner at the other end of the aisle.
He grabs your arm with an unapologetic level of force, spinning you around and trapping you between his body and the trolley. Hiding his hardness by pressing it against your back. âYouâre in for it later.â
Tim
Tim is the most taken aback. His pale blue eyes are rapidly examining your surroundings the moment he feels your devious fingers ghosting over the top of his thigh. Heâs cute when heâs flustered, with pink cheeks and blown-out pupils. Nobody is looking, too focused on the conference speaker.
âWhat are you doing?â He hisses, but before he can get his words out, your hand is gone, casually pulling a non-existent thread from your sleeve.
You donât reply, you just smile and shoot him a playful wink which puts him even more on edge. So much so that when you abruptly return, this time cupping his half-hard cock through his jeans that he fucking flinches. His knee hits the chair in front, and he sucks in a loud breath, earning him many pointed glares from multiple members of the audience.
âBabe.â Be tries to warn, but his hushed breathy tone makes him sound exactly as aroused as he feels.
Roy
You get it, you do. It was a long trip, and heâs starving but youâve really been feeling his absence over the last few weeks, and the fact that youâre currently sat in a Burrito Bucket, watching Roy devour a tray of tacos, instead of being at home and watching him devour you, is a problem.
He seems to have noticed your sulking, but too late. âYou okay ho- â
His question is halted by your foot tactfully situating itself between his legs. His gaze flits between his food and you, defiant eyes watching you through a mop of shaggy hair. A knowing grin spreads across his queso-stained lips as you answer faux-sweetly. âIâm fine, baby.â
âRight.â He huffs, breath hitching, freckled cheeks turning red when you press your toes down and something firm pushes back. He knows what you want, but he just loves to play dumb. So, he takes another bite, jerking every time you tap or roll your foot but never acknowledging what youâre silently begging for. âIs this one of those things where you say youâre fine, but actually youâre not fine?â
âIâm going home.â You finally concede with an exaggerated sigh, dropping your foot back to the floor and gathering your things.
âIâm coming with you.â Heâs on you the moment you stand, draping his arm over you and placing kisses to the side of your neck, your face, whatever he can reach as you struggle to move with his deadweight over your shoulders. Notably, thereâs still half a tray of uneaten tacos left on the table. âFunnily enough, Iâm hungry for something else now.â
Taglist: @wandalfnation
#anon#reader insert#bruce wayne#bruce wayne/reader#bruce wayne x reader#batman#batman x reader#batman/reader#dick grayson#dick grayson/reader#dick grayson x reader#nightwing#nightwing/reader#nightwing x reader#jason todd#jason todd/reader#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#red hood/reader#tim drake#tim drake/reader#tim drake x reader#red robin#red robin/reader#red robin x reader#gn reader#roy harper#1k#2k
3K notes
¡
View notes