#but yes to worrying about expensive pants touching the floor

[atiyasnake]

@stealingyourbones it stayed in my head so here ya go (I say this with love)

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It took longer than Bruce would have liked for his next visit to the Fenton household. 

The previous weeks were filled with reports, meetings, and research that still didn’t make Bruce feel like he knew enough. 

He didn’t. 

This was made clear when Constantine nearly strangled him when he reported the portal and the news about the Anti-Ecto Acts. Of course, Constantine practically gave himself an aneurism when trying to figure it out himself and explain it to the rest of the JL members. “The Realms”, Constantine had said was “tricky business”.

It didn’t bode well.

That sense of unease followed Bruce back into Amity Park where he stood at the doorstep of a former employee. 

He knocked. 

The moments that followed as his hand left the wooden door were peculiar and slightly concerning. Not that he saw anything odd, but rather what he heard. 

It sounded like something crashed in the house and a few curses slipped out of someone’s mouth.

“Just a sec!” someone called out before it was cut off by an electric whine and then the sound of a small bast. There was a loud thud against the door and before Bruce could call out to see if they were okay, the door opened. 

Unlike last time when Bruce was met with a wall of a man, he instead had to look down to see who had opened it. 

“Boss Man! Watcha doin’ here?” Danny asked. His shirt was ripped. His hair was a mess with smoke trailing from a few strands. There was even a slight cut on his cheek, but he barely seemed aware of it, only looking at Bruce curiously. 

Before Bruce could answer, though he wasn’t sure what he would have said, Danny looked around him. He moved to the side. “Why don’t you come in for now,” and he ushered Bruce inside.

The house again was still a mess. There was even a gun on the entrance table, one unlike Bruce had ever seen. Danny after closing the door quickly picked it up, making sure to have it aimed at the ground, his finger nowhere near the trigger. 

Bruce's gut turned at the sight, the familiarity of the actions. 

“Dad’s not here if you came by to ask him more questions,” Danny said putting away the gun, its light now longer glowing. “He said he was taking a little trip, but I’m pretty sure he wreaking havoc with the GAV somewhere around town, ya know.”

“The GAV?” Bruce asked. 

“Yeah the Ghost Assault Vehicle,” Danny said like it was obvious. “A repurposed RV with all my parent's gadgets and stuff. Kinda like those storm chaser vehicles in a way, just less fancy.”

The description didn’t fill Bruce with a lot of faith. For all he knew it could be similar to the Batmobile, considering the Fenton gadgets consisted of various weaponry.

“Anyways, Mom’s downstairs though if you wanna talk to her.” Danny motioned towards the basement door.

Green filled Bruce’s memory. 

Bruce would rather stay upstairs, away from the portal. Away from the place where he came to the horrible realization that he had been too late. Away from that unsettling sensation that told him he still didn’t fully understand what he had been late to stop. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be a bother. I’ll admit this was a spur-of-the moment visit,” Bruce said apologetically.

Danny smirked, blood welled up from the cut on his cheek at the motion. “If you don’t ‘bother’ them” -he said as he went over to the basement door and Bruce followed, his hand reaching out for Danny’s shoulder -“then you’ll never get a chance to talk.” Bruce’s gut turned even more as Danny got closer to the door. He didn’t want to go back down there. He could still remember that look Danny had as he stared at the portal and the way his hands shook as he closed it. “You did come all the way from-well I don't know- but still, I can ju-”

Bruce’s hand had just been about to touch Danny's shoulder to stop him when something burst through the basement door.

A blur of red and green rushed out accompanied by the sound of screeching wheels and Danny was knocked back into Bruce. The blur turned. It was a motorcycle? Two people were on it and they rushed out towards the front door, not stopping as they got nearer. 

Bruce thought there would be a crash, already using the hold he had on Danny to turn him away from any possible debris. But instead, the blur passed through the door like it had with the basement door. Then they were gone.

The basement door was pulled open.

“Danny, where did it go?” A voice yelled and Bruce was met with the sight of Madeline Fenton in her full jumpsuit gear holding what could only be described as a bazooka in the doorway of the basement. Even with her eyes covered by goggles, he could see the scowl on her lips, the tension in which she held her weapon. She stared down at them on the floor. “Where!”

“They-uh went out the door.” Danny’s voice sounded hesitant when he answered.

Madeline sighed exasperatedly as she stalked over to the door. “How many times do I have to tell you not to forget to rengage the system, Danny,” She set aside the bazooka and pulled what looked like a shotgun from her back. Danny flinched at the sound it made when she cocked the gun. “It wouldn’t have gotten out, now I have to hunt it down.”

She opened the front door with a slam and raced out leaving without another word. 

Not a single word or question about the man in her house. The man from a mother's point of view had her son on the ground. The son who had a cut on his cheek, singed hair, and a rip in his shirt.

No not a word. 

Barely a glance. 

The two were left alone. 

_

Danny let his head slump back down on the floor and just looked at the door and what little he could see on the street. He could hear some distant shooting and the hollering that could only be Johnny and Kitty. 

Bruce had after a moment, finally backed off, no longer essentially covering Danny’s body. Danny had felt the man catch him when he was knocked back earlier and how he was moved in a way that Danny had pulled a few times himself in past fights. 

Bruce didn’t stand up though, instead, he just kept sitting on the ground.

Danny didn’t feel like getting up. 

Before Bruce had shown up he was dealing with some reanimated hotdogs. There had been seven of them and Danny had only managed to get six of them when Bruce knocked on their door. Missing one was sure to bite him in the ass later. 

Literally. 

For some reason, hotdogs were real biters, viciously so.

“Jeet?” Danny found himself asking and turned his head to where Bruce was sitting. He didn’t think those pants should have been touching their floors. 

“Hm?” Bruce titled his head in question.

“Didja eat?” Which was probably not the best question Danny could ask considering there wasn’t any food in the house other than the on-the-loose hotdog. Though, it was best to get out of the house. Danny remembered how unsettled Bruce had been last time he had been there after learning about the portal and he didn’t want to see those expensive pants get ripped like his shirt did. 

Fortunately for him, Bruce’s answer was, “No, I haven’t.”

With that and a plan to keep Bruce’s pants unripped, Danny finally got up. He ignored the slight twinges he could feel in his body at the movement. When he stood up he had expected Bruce to have already gotten up but the man was still seated, his expensive pants still touching the floor. 

It really shouldn’t have. 

Bruce was just staring at him. 

“You good, boss man?”

“It’s just…” Bruce lifted a hand and touched his cheek, “you're bleeding Danny.”

Danny mirrored the man’s actions and when he pulled back his hand, he saw the red on his fingertips. “Huh.” He looked back at Bruce and shrugged. “Guess I missed that.”

Bruce finally got up, but his eyes were still trained on Danny’s cheek. It was…

“Whaddya think of diner food?” Danny asked. 

…It didn’t matter. 

Bruce sighed. “I’ll pay?”

Danny wiped his hand on his pants. “Well…I don’t know about tha-”

“Please,” Bruce cut in, “I insist.” 

His eyes finally moved away from Danny’s cheek and that…feeling in his chest settled down.

Danny sighed in resignation, and turned around. “Alright,” he said and began to walk towards the front door, “but we’d better hurry up if you want good seats.”

“Are there any bad seats?” Bruce asked when he followed. 

“Ha! You have no idea.”

Short DPXDC Prompts #986

Jack Fenton briefly worked in R&D in Wayne Industries a year or so after Vlad’s portal incident. He used some company assets to plan new prototypes of his ghost portal in his spare time. Drafting blueprints and creating models of the portal during his lunch break. He stored the physical documents he had in a storage closet near his desk so he wouldn’t mix his documents up with his work documents. 20 years later, a group of interns were instructed to clean out a storage closet that had been abandoned and came across a dust covered set of blueprints and schematics for what looked like a boom tube. This looked like something Mr. Wayne would be interested in. Sending their unique findings to Bruce and thinking nothing of it, while Bruce is freaking out because if he’s reading these notes right, this machine is intended to punch holes into another dimension. It might have just been a far-fetched fantasy idea made by Jack Fenton but just in case, he needed to make sure this man didn’t tear a hole in reality.

[bealtesharrisonmacca]

“Be quiet”

Paul McCartney x reader

Fem reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: smut!, not public but not exactly private sex…?

Summary: You and Paul have to share a bed and things get a little tight, the rest of the band is only two doors away.

The boys manager has asked you to make their next trip as cheap as possible. Even though they are plenty rich, none of them want to spend money on where they sleep, considering they will be preforming or doing press conferences most of the time.

You just booked a little secluded house for them and yourself for their next tour.

But upon arrival you all realize it would have been better to spring for something a little more expensive. The place was very cozy and all, but it only had 2 bedrooms.

The band members run into the house to call dibs on a bed. You follow soon after.

Unfortunately there is only one king sized bed in one room and a little bed in the other.

“Alright lads” Paul said while yawning. “You lot take the king size bed, me and

Y/N will take the other room.”

The others teasingly let out kissy noises and giggles.

“Shut it, I’ll be sleepin on the floor or something” Paul exclaimed firmly.

“Well why don’t you sleep on the floor in here then?” John taunted.

“I don’t wanna listen to yer bloody snoring all night” he answered to no one in particular as he led you out of the room.

The other bedroom was only two doors down from where the others were going to be sleeping. Only room separating l you was a tiny bathroom.

~

You began unpacking your things while Paul was laying a blanket down on the floor for him to sleep on.

You felt sorry for him, although it was a bit funny to imagine him sleeping all uncomfortably the whole night. Wiggling around and looking up at you in a comfy bed.

“Paulie, are you really sleeping on the floor?” You asked.

“Well, there’s only one bed love”

“It can probably fit us both, we’ll just have to squeeze a bit. I just don’t want you sleeping on the floor, you have a big day tomorrow.” You felt yourself blush as you knew you were proposing a bit of an unethical situation. But it could also just be seen as an innocent suggestion from a worried assistant.

Paul walked over to you. His fingers putting your hair behind your ear. Making you blush even more at the sudden forwardness.

“If yer alright with it, then yes, I would rather sleep in the bed” he paused. “With you..”

The words went right to your head but all you did was smile as you picked up the blanket he had laid on the floor and placed it on the bed.

~

You started looking for your pajamas only to remember that you hadn’t packed any.

“Fuck” you cursed to yourself.

“What’s wrong love?”

“Well, since I thought we would all be sleeping in separate bedrooms, I didn’t really pack any pajamas.” You said worriedly.

Paul smiled that smug smile he sometimes did.

“So you really didn’t know there was only two bedrooms when you booked this place?” he said as he approached you.

The butterflies in your stomach grew quickly as he came closer. So close you were almost touching.

“No of course not Paulie” you assured him, but it didn’t come out as confidently as you had hoped.

“Okey okey, whatever you say love”

He smirked and walked back to his open bag and he gave you one of his t-shirts.

“You can sleep in this if you want.“

You thanked him, still blushing. You pulled off the t-shirt you were currently wearing and threw on the one he gave you.

Paul watched closely the whole time. His eyes admiring your half clothed body.

You pulled your pants down revealing your legs completely. Thankfully, his T-shirt was big enough to cover your underwear, although you really wouldn’t be complaining if it didn’t.

You laughed silently at the situation. Here you were. About to share a bed with Paul fucking McCartney while almost naked.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I never really sleep with anything except my brief’s.” Paul said as he was getting into the bed.

“No not at all!” You said, maybe a bit too excited at the news.

Paul chuckled while still eyeing you up and down. He didn’t want to admit it, but the look of you wearing nothing but his t-shirt made him really horny. Of course you were still in your underwear, but he couldn’t see those anyways so he imagined they weren’t there.

You got into bed next to him. The bed was smaller than you thought. Immediately you felt your thighs brushing against his. Giving you goosebumps.

You lay with your back towards him while he was still on his back.

“Paulie, I think there would be more room if you were also on your side” you said attempting to seem nonchalant.

Paul did what you said and so now he was spooning you. Paul’s hand was slightly touching your waist. You could sense he didn’t want to cross any boundaries, but he wanted so badly just to touch you. You were laying pretty close and you could feel his growing boner touching your ass.

In the heat of the moment you decide to subtly yet in an obvious way push your lower body into his boner. Just then feeling how big he was.

Paul let out a pleased moan. He was now sure he wasn’t the only one longing for more. His hand tightened around your waist as he began slightly grinding against you.

His motions were pleasing, but it wasn’t enough for either one of you. You needed something more.

You could feel Paul lowering his hand, getting closer and closer to your heat. His fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of your underwear. Making you squeal.

He retracted his fingers, not sure what your reaction meant.

“No, Paul. Don’t stop, I want you Paul” you whispered.

You felt Paul smile behind your neck as he lowered his hand again. This time tracing his fingertips along the top of your underwear before slipping his hand into them.

You gasped as the simple pleasure of just his hand against your heat. He began slowly circling your clit. Making you moan and yearn for more.

“Yer so wet for me already love?” Paul whispered into your ear.

Before you could ask him he slipped two fingers into you. He pulsed his fingers in a slow pace, letting you relax, before going a bit faster.

By now his erection was poking hard into you.

“You sound so pretty, yer makin me really fucking hard y’know”

His voice was low but firm. Sending vibrations down your neck. You turn around to face him. Sadly making him remove his hand from your underwear. The look you give him making his boner grow more than he thought possible.

Your hand went to his crotch to feel his erection. Paul gasped at the slight touch. You could feel how much he wanted to be inside you. And you wanted it as much as him.

Paul climbed on top of you and began kissing you passionately. His lips touched yours in a way no one ever had. Letting out soft moans between each kiss.

His hands traveled from your hair to the bottom of your t-shirt, well, his t-shirt really. He looked at you to make sure you were ok with what he was doing. You nodded and he pulled the t-shirt over your head.

His lips went back to your mouth to kiss you again. His hands nearing your breasts.

Paul trailed kisses along your jawline, down your neck and just barely gracing against one of your breasts. You let out a delighted moan. Urging him to continue.

But he didn’t continue. You looked up at him curiously. He was sitting on his knees over you. Hands by your head.

You could see what he wanted. You had kept him waiting long enough. Looking down at his briefs as you started pulling them off. You tossed them to the side when they were off.

He was huge. Just the thought of him stretching you out caused you to moan.

Paul smirked as he started pulling your underwear off as well. He went to kiss you again but this time his hand was back on your clit. Your hips bucking at every slight touch. You needed him inside you.

Paul lined himself up, his tip barely brushing against you. You try moving down to get closer to his cock but he then pulled further away. Making you groan frustratedly.

“Don’t move” Paul demanded.

He grabs your hands and hold them above your head. Keeping you still. He used his other hand to open your legs wider for him. You gladly oblige.

“Good girl, now don’t move and don’t make a sound. The boys are asleep just down the hall”

You squirm at the thought of one of them walking in on you like this. But before you can continue your train of thought Paul thrusts into you. A loud moan escaping your throat.

One of Paul’s hand fly to your mouth to cover the sounds you’re making. You can’t help it. You want to scream his name for all the world to hear. He thrusts at a slow pace to keep the volume down, but mostly to tease you. You try moving your hips to get more of him in you but he grabs your hips tightly. Holding them in place and keeping you from moving.

“I said don’t move, you gotta take what I give ye or nothing”

You nod reluctantly. Knowing the only way to get what you want is to listen. And if you were being honest, following Paul’s orders really turned you on. After all you were his assistant so it’s only right he’s in charge of what happens.

His hand is still covering your mouth as he suddenly pushes his cock deep inside you. Muffled sounds escaping your mouth. You arch your back at the pleasure.

You feel your climax building up and your moans and shaking legs makes Paul realize that as well. Right before you hit your climax, Paul slows his pace and pulls out of you. An angry grunt escapes you. You look at him, still longing for a release.

Paul looks at you in a way that tells you he really enjoys keeping you on edge. He quickly flips you over on your front, displaying your ass to him. He gives a few kisses to your back as his hands wanders to your hips, holding you tightly before slamming into you again. You immediately scream out his name, but this time his hand isn’t covering your mouth.

Paul stills inside you at the that sound leaves you lips, almost refusing to move.

“Do you want to get caught? Are you such a slut you want someone to hear you?” Paul says rather loudly before harshly thrusting into you.

“Well then that’s what we’ll do, let everyone hear how good you take my cock”

You shiver at his words. You couldn’t hold yourself anymore. You scream his name through moans. Not bothered by the fact you have probably awoken the boys by now.

He picks up his pace, not letting go of your hips. With every thrust reaching a special spot inside you. The pressure of your climax is strikingly close. Pauls breath tells you he is also nearing his climax

With one last thrust you feel yourself unveiling. You and Paul come together in a blissful mix of breathy moans and sweaty body’s. You immediately feel all your stress fading with your orgasm.

Paul kisses your forehead and you go back to your spooning position. Still out of breath. You cuddle for a while before falling asleep

[cinhomi]

Hear me out like dilf!Felix agenda or Minho as your teacher IDK-. My friend recently told me about the move Miller’s girl coming out soon and I’ve been thinking about just Minho as your teacher lmao.IDK HE WOULD BE SUCH A STONIC DUDE BUT LIKE WHILE YOU GUYS ARE ALONE HE WOULD BE JSJSJSJS

(May I be 🎀 anon jsjsjsj)

DILF FELIX 😵‍💫 TEACHER MINHO 😵‍💫 I want to caress your face and boop your nose. HOW CAN I FIT BOTH IN ONE ASK THAT WOULD BE 5K WORDSー I'll focus on teacher Minho but PLEASE come back with dilf Felix BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT HIM TOO OMG

teacher Lee Minho who is known to be this scary, strict man that has all kinds of stories about him being told from student to student in the corridors since he's very reservate and mysterious. he dresses formally, with cool and natural toned dress shirts, vests, ties and blazers. his pants always hug his tighs a little bit too tight when he rests on the border of his desk.

teacher... call him professor. professor Lee. he checks his expensive gold watch from time to time, and accurately displays his book, agenda and pen in a precise order. most students don't know they end up on the floor when he clears the surface for you to sit - or lay - on the polished wooden surface. he likes to be tidy and on time... so when he starts to be late to put down some papers in the teachers' room, or when he has to meet a colleague with his hair disheveled and his tie loose, well, it's only natural to be suspicious. but he's a serious man. he must have some trouble in his life... some trouble that he enjoys a bit too much.

professor Lee Minho who tilts his head to the side the first time he sees you, a puzzled expression on his face because he doesn't understand how someone so gorgeous, sweet and beautiful like you could exist. he doesn't realize it, but now when he's having a lesson in your class it seems like he's explaining things only to you, his gaze fixed on your shiny eyes that look directly into his, on your tempting lips, it drops a bit lower where he can see your naked legs cross under a flimsy skirt. he often comes close to your desk and looks carefully at your calligraphy, or to be precise, at your fingers holding the pen. he slowly starts wondering how'd they look wrapped around him.

he's known for being the most observant and smart professor of the institute so you can't really fool him, it's so obvious your cute little panties get wet when he smiles whenever you know the answer to one of his tricky questions, when he rests a hand on the smaller of your back when he has to pass beside you in the corridors, when he praises you for doing so good on his subject. everyone is starting to think he's got a preference... and it's so damn true. he doesn't alter your score, it really is admirable, your talent on his subject, but you're the only one he's never scolded or insulted somehow.

you're his perfect pupil, he holds you on the palm of his hand. it's not the first time he has students trying to fall into his favour, seduce him, but you... you don't do it on purpose, he has enough experience to know that. yes, you may stay up late to have the best score with him and him only, but you are so natural and obvious with your feelings, it's adorable.

he wants you all to himself.

professor Lee Minho who, after few months of seeing each other almost everyday, asks you if you want to stay a bit more after your classes so he can give you private lessons to go a bit more in depth with whatever topic you're studying at the moment. at first it really is like this, him sitting on his comfy, soft chair and you beside him on the chipped and hard one, swallowing your whimpers whenever your knees touch. oh you're so cute. you take coffees together, he brings you nice treats from the café he goes to every morning, after two weeks he promises to eat you out if all of your answers are correct. but don't worry, before making such promise he wooed you respectfully, with manners, like a true gentleman. before unbottoning your delicate shirt to fondle with your breasts to help you concentrate he did flirt with you to the point you had to get up and splash your face with cold water.

he loves it when you call him "Mr. Lee" in public, but when he locks the classroom he becomes "Min" or sometimes "Sir", or, other times, "Master". he even goes through the trouble of taking you to his place sometimes. Minho is a good cook, but you never eat much in those occasions.

he loves it when before starting the day you subtly give him your lacy panties and he has to sneak them in the pocket of his blazer. he can't help that mischievolous smirk from forming on his lips, knowing your perfect pussy is bare and ready for him if he wants to. and nothing will stop him from avidly taking the soft fabric to inhale your scent while palming his growing bulge everytime he's alone.

Mr. Lee also loves when he's correcting his students' works and you study while sitting on his lap, his lenght buried deep inside you. he likes to pat your head when you do a good job, but he also makes you choke on his cock if what you did doesn't please him at all.

professor Lee Minho that notices you scoff and sigh and pout when another student flirts with him, so when you two meet later he makes sure to fuck you like the good girl you are for him. he treats you so well, how can you be jealous? it's so, so obvious he's obsessed with you.

I see prof. Lee making you bend down his desk, his grip tight on your hips, under your skirt that jumps back and foward from his slow but powerful thrusts and your panties moved to the side. he's bending over your back, with his breath fanning on your neck, his lovely praises going straight to your throbbing core. I see prof. Lee making you sit on his pompous chair as he kneels for you and spreads your legs to dive his head in between them. I see prof. Minho using a ruler to tease your clit and your asscheeks. I see prof. Minho rolling his eyes in pure bliss as you ride him in the bathroom.

mmh... he eventually admits to himself that he fell for his student and has to switch schools to be able to take you out on week-end dates <3

I will write more about.

[ziee]

Happy Birthday Yb x Reader (Smut)

"Surprise!" Your boyfriend exclaimed, on his knees with his arms out. You gasp and look around the room, decorated with red and pink streamers, balloons of every color, and glitter coating the floor. You knew that would be a hassle to clean up, but you'll worry about that tomorrow.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" You squealed, running towards him. The force of your legs was too much for you, and instead of stopping you crashed into your poor boyfriend. Falling on top of him, you imminently shouted apologies as he laughed.

"Like it?" He questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Yes!" You pushed your face to him, kissing him hard on the floor. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you on top of him. You continued to pecker his face with kisses before standing up in a heated fit of giggles. You walked around the room, tracing the table decorated with colorful placemats, and the grandest of cakes.

Well, to you it was. The cake was 1 tier, the cake flavor of your choice as well as icing your favorite color. This was all that you wanted and more. You can't believe he had done all this for you in such a short amount of time. "Peter, this is amazing." You waltzed over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, forcing him to bend his knees as you hug him.

"I'm glad you like it dear." You kissed him once more as he turned his head. Releasing him, you looked over at the clock before moving back towards the cake.

"It's almost time. Why don't you get the candles so I can make my wish?" You suggested, sitting down. He nodded and went to the kitchen cabinets, pulling out the desired supplies. Placing the candles into the frosted cake, he lit the flame and sat back. You huffed in a big breath, thinking about what you wanted, before blowing out the candles.

"Yay! So what did you wish for?" He clapped for you as you picked up the knife seated next to the treat. You grinned, putting a finger to your lips and tapping.

"Can't say. Now c'mere and eat some cake!" You cut both of you a slice before digging in. Safe to say that cake will not last a week in your little apartment. You almost shed a tear at how good it was. Finishing your second slice, you sighed and sat on the couch, rubbing your full belly as he put away the cake.

"Oh goddd, it feels like I'm pregnant." You moaned at the uncomfortable feeling.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea." Your boyfriend mumbled as he sat beside you. You stared at him, eyebrow raised.

"Huh?"

"Us having kids? I bet they'd be so cute. Probably take after you mostly, because you're so beautiful." He leaned in and kissed your cheek.

"I didn't know you wanted them." You spoke softly, contemplating the idea.

"Of course I do! Don't you? I want to spend the rest of my life with you." You've never really thought about having kids, you weren't sure if you wanted to either.

"I- don't know. Yet. I've just thought about stuff in the moment, ya know? More worried about food on the table than a kid in my stomach." You shrugged.

"That's fine. We can decide on that stuff later but come on up, there's one more present I got for you." You groaned as he stood up, standing in front of you. You lifted your hands towards him.

"Pull me." You laughed as he grabbed your arms and pulled you towards him, pushing you into his chest. He walked you to the room you both shared and sat you on the bed. Pulling out a present from under the bed, he placed it on your lap.

"What? You hide presents under the bed? All this time!" You slapped your face as you held the box. He smiled at your reaction before gesturing to the gift.

"Open it." You did as he said, smiling all the while you tore through the wrapping paper. Slowly uncovering the box, you gasped in disbelief.

"No.." Your hands shook as you picked up your gift. "No! Oh my god!" You shouted, standing up as the box fell from your lap. "How did you get this?" You rushed to him and squeezed him in your arms. He laughed as you hugged him tightly, the object still in your hand.

"Careful, it was hard to find one in this good of a condition." He tapped your back and you let him go, staring in awe at what he had gotten you. You've wanted this forever, but either you could never find it or it was way too expensive to buy for you. You opted rent over a gift.

But now you've got it! "You're like, the best boyfriend ever." You placed it on the table next to your bed and went over to him. Standing in front of him, you start to lean into him before he wrapped his arms around your waist. Kissing him, you shuffled both of your bodies by the bed before forcing your weight down.

He fell on his back, hitting into the mattress as you followed suit, crashing softly into his chest. You laughed, giggling into his chest as you slid down. He gazed at you softly, bright blue eyes focused solely on you. He adjusts himself so his feet don't fall off the bed, and you sit upon his lap.

Noticing the position, you grin as an idea pops into your mind. You're the birthday girl, and you're getting just one more present. You start grinding softly into him, smiling down innocently at him.

"Darling.. You know what this does to me.." His voice is hushed and deep as he stares intently at you and your motions.

"Do I?" You shrug and continue your movements. Starting to feel himself harden, you smile excitedly. The fun has yet to begin. "Well, you obviously have no complaints." You continue your grinding, only a little harder.

"You'll regret your words tomorrow when you're complaining that you can't walk." His hands reached down and grabbed your thighs, clenching into the clothed skin. You softly slap his hands away, removing them from your pants as you tsk.

"Nuh-uh, today is my day. My rules. Your challenge is, no touchy." You cross your arms and press into him. You could feel him now, and he makes a soft noise that sends tingles across your body.

"No touching?" His eyebrows furrow, but he places his hands into the blankets.

"Yep, you can't touch me until we're done, ok?" You lean down, giving him a small peck before getting off him. He starts to grumble but stops seeing you undress. Quickly, you strip from your heavy clothes until you're fully nude.

Settling into his lap once more, you shuffle down a few and unzip his pants. Pulling it down to his knees, you lick your lips before pulling down his boxers. His cock springs free, hard, and veiny. Delicious, and just enough to fill you up.

"You're a very big boy.." You shuffle up and rub yourself against his legs. His breaths deepen as he stares at you. Placing a hand on your chest, you begin to rub your breast as your clit touches against him. "You like this? Do I put on a good show?" Rubbing yourself harder into him, you softly twist your nipples.

"You're such a tease." So far, he hasn't tried to touch you, so you should at least reward him. A little bit. Settling yourself down, you place a hand onto his length. Slowly stroking him, you swirl your finger around his wet tip. You grin as he tries to contain himself, but short moans keep slipping from his mouth.

"Cmon, I wanna hear you're voice." You whine, leaning down. Taking a little lick to his pink tip, he groans loudly. "That's a good boy." You whisper before taking him into your mouth. Your tongue presses against him, making jolts of pleasure rush across his body. He refuses to place a hand over his mouth, it's your day and he can't deny you.

Taking him deeper, you gulp him down a few times before popping off him. You can't wait anymore. It feels like a fire down there, and you need it extinguished. "You ready?" You hover over him, waiting for words of confirmation before you proceed.

"Yes!" He exclaims, obviously very desperate for release. You smile and sink down on him.

"Oh-hhh.." You softly sigh, wincing slightly as he stretches you. A little pain never hurt anyone, so you take him deeper, bit by bit. Once you're set upon his lap once more, you take deep breaths as you wait for the pain to pass. Your eyes look upon your boyfriend, clenching his eyes shut as he concentrates. His hands are clutching the bedsheets.

After a few minutes, the pain has ceased and you're ready to start. You slide off him, just until his tip has almost left you, before sinking back down. You both groan, the stretching feeling now a better, pleasant thing to have. Heat from your bodies fills the room. Beats of sweat form on your forehead, but you're too busy to wipe them away.

You bounce on him, breasts swaying to your beat. He gazes at your form so intently, but you've shut your eyes at this moment. His hands release from the blanket, and he's so close to grabbing your skin before a shakey hand slaps him.

"Not yet." You've opened one eye, panting as you speak. You grin at his annoyed face, but it soon changes as you sink down fast. Letting out a loud moan, a fire burns into your stomach. You slam down hard into him, and you could tell that you're about to come soon.

His breaths are raggy and shallow, his cheeks dusted red. His mind screams to touch you, to feel you more than he's already, to engulf you whole. He just needs to touch you..

"Oh-oh-oh god!" You scream as he lifts his knees, pushing deeper inside you. That was the turning point, and you came hard. Your body twitched, but he wasn't done with you. You fell forward and struggled to hold yourself up with the help of your hands on his chest.

Using his knees, he pumped into you a few more times before having his own release. Cumming with a loud groan, hot seed spills inside you. You let go of your hold on his chest and fall down, face flat on him. He sets his knees down and pops out of you.

Hot liquids spill from you onto your thighs and his lap, but you could care less. You breathe in a few times before leaning your head up, looking at your exhausted lover. "You didn't touch me once. I'm impressed."

He hummed, leaning down and pecking your forehead. "Happy birthday Y/n."

[italoniponic]

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

@glamorousruins: "If it's alright to request something still.. how about a short story about the reader taking Riddle rollerskating? It's very odd but I think it would be funny to see him trying something new like that!! I think it's cute to imagine him trying out something new (albeit he's nervous too) with the reader who may tend to be cheeky?"

| Notes: Ruin is one of my first friends in the fandom so I ask him to request something for Riddle. He chose this scenario and yes, like we talked in private, it would be strange to have a rollerskating rink in the Sage Island. But for a friend, I might as well twist reality for what they needs lol

This one was so so cute and fun to make. Riddle is such a precious angry baby boy and we love him <3 Hope you like it, dear! Thanks for the request! <3

P.S: I'm sorry the title is weird |

Riddle Rosehearts x gender neutral cheeky reader / short-scenario / fluff / established relationship / 1522 words / use of "you" pronouns

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You Got Riddle-rolled

“You... you can do it, Riddle…,” you managed to say even though you were holding back the laughter.

At the exact second, Riddle took a false step and fell on his ass on the hard wooden floor of the roller skating rink. It must have been the fourth or fifth time this had happened but Riddle didn't improve his landing yet. He let out an audible sigh as he let himself lay down, tired and aching.

He was beginning to regret accepting your invitation to go to the skating rink that opened downtown on Sage Island, the newest local sensation and a hit on Magicam. It was Cater’s personal recommendation and an excuse for you two to have a date and Riddle take a break from dorm leader duties.

It was a quiet Sunday, there weren’t so many people in the rink at that time. But the few people who were skating around you were beginning to feel sorry for Riddle. It was his first time skating, but in order not to embarrass himself in front of you, he was trying his best to keep a pose that he was learning something from all this — which wasn’t true. 

It was somewhat reminiscent of the first time Riddle played a video game, courtesy of Ortho. So much information in such a short time and it took him several moves to complete the first phase without dying in the first few minutes. Maybe you both should have stayed in Heartslabyul and continued to play games. 

You skated up to Riddle who hasn't moved since he fell. He was staring at the ceiling strangely because his helmet wouldn't let him touch the floor right and normally. 

His elbow pads and anklets were beginning to crumple his well-starched white shirt and checkered the cherry red pants he was wearing. His bow tie was three more falls away from finally launching an arrow. But at least his vest was in order, protecting the slender torso of that young man who was never very good at sports things.

“I can hear you laughing, you know?,” Riddle grumbled. His face began to turn red.

“Even from that angle?,” you asked, hiding your mouth.

“One more word and I'll be off with your head!”

Such a threat echoed through the rink and frightened some people. But you just sighed and reached out to your boyfriend, accustomed to his temper. Since you were dealing with him calmly and courageously, no one dared to interfere with what you were doing. 

With your help, Riddle leaned on one knee until he stood up again. He could complain that you were having too much fun at his expense, but he couldn't say that you didn't provide efficient support. And you also fall sometimes. It had been a while since you went to a rink in your world, so you were rusty in your skills.

The difference is: when you fell, you started laughing. Riddle didn’t quite understand this. It was as if you weren’t ashamed of these misfortunes, as if the world didn’t exist around you. 

“Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it,” you looked him in the eye, making that promise with a sweet smile. “I'm here with you.”

The same lack of pride or wealth of it that made you capable of saying things like that. Riddle felt his face turn even more violently red, as if someone had thrown a can of paint on his head. He already asked you to control the timing of those sentences. But it was as if you were amused by the simple way in which you could make his heart race.

Well, you also had to reap some of what you planted because, in a sudden attempt to get away from you, Riddle skidded backwards but the wheels threw him off balance and you both dismounted on your knees like two afternoon biscuits for the 5pm tea. 

Your faces were closer than before because you leaned together to maintain a little balance. At least, as “close” as the helmets could let you get. That accident scared you and almost made you lose your pose. But you knew how to pull yourself together quickly and make up for these moments. 

“Wow! If I didn't know you, Riddle…,” you held his elbows tight, watching him intently. “...I'd say you're skating like a horse just to fall and get closer to me.”

“That's not an accident! I m-mean! Yes! It's an accident...!,” suddenly Riddle’s blush was more out of anger than shame. “And I don't skate like a horse!”

“My bad.”

You offered your hand again and even angry and embarrassed, Riddle accepted again. Together, you got up and your boyfriend left you who was — just a bit — more experienced than him to conduct your skating. Your both skating’s slides softened and slowed down, going little by little. As it should have been from the very beginning. 

“Get that little smile off your face,” Riddle ordered, annoyed.

“I'm not smiling…”

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye to check, however you turned your face away, feigning concentration on the path you were on. Bloody roses, of course you were smiling! 

Sliding on the track, you lead Riddle as a soldier leads a queen — kinda debilitated? — to her garden of roses, always careful and attentive.  

Riddle wasn’t the easy type who simply accepted being taken care of by others. After being extremely intelligent, his mother prioritized teaching him to be independent. Or have maximum independence within her rules. There were some basic things that Riddle didn't have much experience of, like cooking, that he was starting to learn.

But let someone take care of him? Almost never. He didn't even notice when Trey did things in advance so he didn't have to worry about anything. That's because being strong meant being a role model for Heartslabyul students. He was a symbol, a crown. 

Perfect. Absolute. Impeccable.

“You know, you don't have to be perfect for me. Or make me proud,” you said suddenly. 

Riddle listened to you in silence, giving a frustrated sigh in response. Yes, he knew that. You've talked a lot about it, and at some point, you'd get to that difficult part: acceptance. 

It was hard for Riddle to stop and accept that there were things he was never going to be able to do and would have to figure out little by little. He couldn't even sit down and organize his weaknesses. He was discovering and accepting it day after day, as if he was growing up again. Well, he was. You never required him to be a full and experienced thirty-year-old man in the body of a short seventeen-year-old boy.

If Riddle Rosehearts was himself, you were satisfied. It was perfect and enough. You were discovering your limits together. Falling and rising together. 

Even though he didn't say anything, he shook your hand. Riddle acknowledged that you two were in this together. In the small and big things, even when you had no means to help him concretely, you were by his side to support him. To say “I'm here” without saying it. Your presence was important, your company always motivating.

“I love you,” Riddle said, grateful. He whispered those words in your ear because there was no way to say it another way — well, you being side by side was at fault for that.

He just wanted to thank you for your kind words and your support, that's all. 

But since he said that so suddenly and close to you, it was your turn to get scared and lose your balance. Because you were holding hands, you ended up taking him to the ground along with you. The other skaters have already resigned themselves to the fact that you were a clumsy couple.

Riddle ignored the pain in his leg, worried about you. Again, there wasn't much to do about the distance between you because he was accidentally pulled to fall on top of you. Two beautiful warm gray eyes stared at you, careful and protective. If he could take issue with the rink and its slippery wooden floor that needed better maintenance, he would. 

You knew he would probably at the end of the date.

However, Riddle didn't even notice that you were blushing too. Your heart was pounding hard and fast. You could only do one thing to dissolve the tension:

“Riddle, calm down. We just came here to skate,” you said, looking away from your boyfriend.

It took him a moment to understand exactly what you were talking about. But by the time Riddle understood, his hand was already behind your neck, undecided whether to hold you or strangle you. You were testing his patience too much for someone who wasn't able to stand up at the moment. 

On your next date, you two would be playing croquet just for you to swallow that silly grin of yours with the hedgehogs. A beautiful, fun smile that always makes Riddle feel lighter and more agitated all at the same time.

But still a stupid cheeky grin.

[lustfuls]

they will never know

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bf’s dad!andy barber x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: andy treats you like his princess but only behind closed doors

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ smut age gap (reader and jacob are in their 20s), infidelity, fingering, daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, might’ve missed out something but i feel like that’s pretty much it

𝐰𝐜: 1.4k

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is not proofread so all mistakes are on me, apologizes profusely in filipino i'm also not proud of this one either but hope you enjoy still <3

it’s as treacherous as walking on thin ice. your relationship with andy has been nothing more than a sick and twisted risky affair consisting of late night rendezvous in cheap motels, expensive jewelry and luxury of other sorts, things you can’t afford to buy yourself for the time being or even if you can, you’re willing to put your money into your necessities instead. he loves to spoil you with his hard earned cash despite your protests which don’t mean nothing and could only fall down flat at his hardheadedness.

“turn around, princess.”

you twirled at a timid pace, giving andy a full 360 view of your lace-clad figure as his azure eyes grazed at your body. you gotta give it to him, the lingerie was pretty cute (though way too expensive for its own good since the flimsy thing’s going to be discarded and thrown carelessly somewhere on the floor eventually).

“you look so fucking gorgeous.” andy’s breath was hot and heavy upon your neck after settling yourself on his lap to straddle him.

“you flatter me too much, daddy.” your arms latched around him, the sloppy trail of his kisses along with the tickling sensation of his beard against your skin left you intoxicated as you closed your eyes shut.

“too much isn’t even enough, princess. look at you.” he mumbled before attaching his mouth with yours. you melted right into the deep kiss, his rough hands soon travelled down your ass and squeezed your cheeks, eliciting a feverish moan from you. you grinded at his hardened bulge, desperately needing more contact.

“shit princess, you’re soaking already,” andy chuckled, amused at the growing pool of your arousal seeping through his pants. “poor babygirl, so needy for her daddy.”

you could only whine in response, too caught up with the throbbing feeling between your thighs. “please daddy, need you so bad.” andy wasted no time undoing his restraints that were in the form of your bra and panties. “don’t worry, princess. daddy’s going to take good care of you.”

“you alright, babe?” jacob’s voice pulled you out of your trance, suddenly you’re back at the front passenger seat of his new audi and not with andy from the other night before.

being his son’s girlfriend adds salt to a stinging wound and you can’t help but be reminded of the pent up guilt you carry when you’re with his family’s presence, and in this case, like most of the time. but that guilt magically washes out once andy is balls deep inside you, whispering profanities at the shell of your ear while you let out the sweetest whimpers.

“sorry. i’m just thinking, guess i got carried away.” you would’ve saved yourself from the trouble of making up another lie with a simple ‘yes, i’m okay. definitely not thinking about your father fucking my brains out the other day.’ your lies come off naturally more than you want them to be ever since you found yourself confined under andy’s touch.

“penny for your thoughts?” your boyfriend asked, steering towards the familiar tree lined street leading to his home.

“just my upcoming exams i haven’t studied for, not a big deal.” you smirked playfully, quoting his favorite expression before earning a pout from jacob.

“so glad you could join us, y/n.” andy smiled, pulling you into a hug, the gesture was way too close for comfort. but it was a hug that’s meant to be welcoming, it didn’t mean anything else and you doubt it went through jacob and laurie’s heads.

“of course, i wouldn’t dare to miss it. jake said mrs. barber makes the best brunch.” you beamed back innocently, shrugging off your overreaching thoughts.

“i’ll let you be the judge of that, dear.” laurie chimed in. you offered to set up the table while laurie prepared the food. jacob was nowhere to be seen so she suggested he probably went upstairs to his room.

“smells good, honey.” andy hummed, wrapping his arms around laurie’s waist before placing a kiss on her cheek. it was quick, but you sensed it was full of loving. your gaze involuntarily averted somewhere else. was he taunting you? he could be. but he had no reason to and maybe it was just the jealousy bubbling up your ego steering control.

the meal turned out less agonizing than you expected. you and andy exchanged stolen glances and light touches underneath the table. it was risky but it gave you the thrill you’ve been endlessly craving. the little innocent act you’re pulling made you feel dirtier than the jokes jacob had made.

you all settled to the living room after, jacob took the liberty of choosing the movie despite being already distracted by his phone five minutes in. you sat next to him as you tried to keep your focus ahead of the screen and ignore the feeling of andy’s eyes piercing through you. you let a short moment pass by until you mustered up your excuse and treaded your way to the bathroom.

you dried up your hands and turned to open the door only to be greeted by andy’s tall stature. “hi, princess.” a hushed tone lingered in his voice, you were taken aback for a split second and before you knew it, you were pushed up against the bathroom wall.

“we shouldn’t be doing this here. laurie could hear us, and jake-“ your heart raced, feeling as if the walls surrounding you suddenly became paper thin. but you would be lying if you said you didn’t want him to take you apart on that exact spot.

“changed your mind already? last time i checked, you’re practically whoring in front of them at the dining table.” andy chuckled, his expert hand bunched up your skirt making you gasp at the sudden touch of cool air hitting your bare skin.

“no panties? god, you’re really asking for it.” a smug grin tugged at his lips and you immediately rested your head on his shoulder to hide the abashed expression fluttering across your face.

andy’s large fingers soon slithered inside you with ease and started to plunge in and out. you sucked a harsh breath, strangling a loud moan that threatened to escape your throat. “daddy please…”

he tilted his head inquisitively, only to test you out. “please what, princess? use your words.”

“please, fuck me. i want your cock inside my tight little princess pussy. please, daddy. o-oh fuck!” you stammered unable to catch your breath as your walls clenched around his fingers.

andy contined his fast pace until your first wave of orgasm washed over, body shuddering at your release and coating andy’s digits with your sweet cum before he brought his fingers to your lips urging you to suck them clean.

“atta girl.” andy cooed looking at you with dark, lustful eyes. mouth hollowed as you sucked your juices off his fingers, replacing your cum with the warm slick of your saliva.

he wasted no time pounding his cock into your pussy, his girth stretching you and his huge length hitting the right places. “fuck princess, your pussy is made for me, taking me so well.”

you cried, back lightly scraping against the tiled wall with your raucous movements. “such a dirty slut, letting me fuck you while my family’s at the other room. you love it don’t you? you love the thought of getting caught with my cock buried deep inside your sweet cunt.”

you could only whine pathetically in response, “i love it so much, daddy.”

“bet my son can’t make you feel this good, huh.” andy’s deep thrusts along with his words sent you further to your edge. your legs clinging around his waist tightened at your climax’s approach. “no only you, daddy- fuck, only you can make me feel so fucking good.” you sighed breathlessly as andy fucked you through your second release.

“gonna fill you up to the brim, princess. ‘m gonna claim this pussy so you know who it belongs to.” andy is a man of his word so he groaned, pushing his final thrusts before reaching his orgasm and cummed inside you.

“holy shit.” you mumbled in the midst of andy’s gentle kiss.“they’re going to find out,” you added with a laugh of disbelief, worries all thrown out of the window. “go out first, then i’ll follow suit after a few minutes. it won’t be as suspicious, trust me.” he smiled confidently.

“what’s your excuse then?” you folded your arms at andy’s clearly elaborated plan.

“i’ll think of something.”

so you walked out, back to jacob and laurie with a straight and nonchalant face like you haven’t been filled up with andy’s cum. it’s a shame they will never know.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Repeat Offender: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Bonten!Rindou knows exactly how to get your heart: Money, booze, and a lot of flattery.

wc: 1.6k

tw: NSFW

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"Why won't you just let me have you?"

The question is posed as Rindou Haitani has you (willingly) pinned against the wall of the private office, your hands fiddling with the edge of your skirt.

"You're always in my dreams, and--"

"I don't mix business and pleasure, Mr. Haitani."

"I can't sleep anymore," the man whispers, leaning into you and pressing his erection against your thigh. "Don't you want me?" You look away, partially denying yourself, and partially revealing your attraction. "You smell so good, too. Is that Dior?"

"I have to go," you whisper, pushing off of the wall and out of Rindou's grasp before gathering your files and leaving the office in a rush. Rindou straightens his tie, his eyes following you as you hurry back to your office down the hallway.

And at that moment, Rindou determined that he wouldn't let you slip away a second time.

Even if he had to break a few necks or spend thousands of dollars to have you.

_____________________________________________________________

You're walking out of your apartment when you see the flashy two-seater pull up, the familiar face of your colleague flashing through the window. But it's not a workday.

"Y/n!"

You try to reach for your car keys, but you find you can't quite move, and Rindou is already getting out of his vehicle. "Get in," he breathes, but you stand your ground, looking at Rindou in the eye with a straight face. "Listen, I wanted to apologize for yesterday."

"Don't worry about it." Your fingers suddenly work as you try to fish your keys out, and you touch your key fob as Rindou walks up to you, eyes serious.

"Come on. We're going shopping." When he grabs your wrist, you let out a soft gasp, but follow him to his car anyway. When you're safely inside, he drives off, humming along with the classical music playing in the car. You try to keep your eyes on the road, but you feel something pooling in your stomach at the thought of one of your flashier co-workers taking you shopping.

"Do you do this with every girl you find attractive?" The question slips out without prompting, and Rindou looks over at you curiously.

"No. Just you." When you arrive at the upscale shopping center, you bite your lip, looking at all of the signs for labels you can't afford. Rindou seems to notice your hesitation and places a hand on your waist, smiling at you with his violet eyes. "Where do you want to start?"

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"You know all of this won't buy my affection."

"I know," Rindou murmurs, looking down at his watch and sighing as the valet takes his time fetching the car. "But it can sway it, right?" The assistant holding your items behind you is panting with the exertion, and for a moment, you feel bad for them. Rindou had encouraged you to buy whatever you wanted, waving his hand and having the shops charge it to his invisible account. He even encouraged you to try on lingerie, but you'd declined to do so, alternately purchasing an expensive robe and calling it good.

When the car arrives to take you away, you reach over to grab your bags. "Uh-uh." Rindou swats your hand away and you shrink back, watching as he opens the trunk and then your door. You slide into the seat, watching him hand the valet and assistant a hundred-dollar bill each, then getting into the car himself.

"Where to next?"

"My place." You swallow hard as Rindou weaves through the lanes of traffic, wondering if you'd really make it to his undoubtedly fancy residence in one piece. Should you really be going to your co-worker's home? Especially after he's bought you thousands of dollars worth of custom clothing, accessories, and Williams Sonoma items? "Don't worry, I won't try anything." Rindou whispers as he pulls up to the gated community, flashing a small smile in the guard's direction.

The metal gate squeals open, revealing houses you could only imagine in your wildest dreams, and Rindou drives on, chuckling at your shocked expression. If you thought that he lived in a fancy house, you were wrong.

He lives in a mansion.

"I live here with my older brother, but he's out of town for the week." The comment is accompanied by the opening of another gate, and Rindou drives through it, clearing his throat. "We have a few rooms to choose from should you want to stay the night."

Stay the night?

"Is there anything you want to eat?" He wonders innocently, parking the car. "I can let the chef know."

"Um..." You stare at the white stucco mansion in awe, blinking a few times before you hear Rindou laugh, getting out of the car.

"I'll let you think about it, sweetheart." Your stomach leaps at the nickname, and you exit the car before he can open the door for you.

"Mr. Haitani, welcome back." A maid greets Rindou at the door, her eyes roaming over your appearance with interest. "Should I prepare a room for Ms...?"

"Ms. Y/n. Yes, thank you." You walk past the marble foyer and statues of famous figures around the staircase, following Rindou up the red-carpeted steps and to the second floor. "There's an infinity pool out back if you want to take a dip and a steam room as well. If you get hungry, the kitchen is on the first floo--" Rindou's phone rings suddenly, and you stand akimbo as he picks it up, frowning. "Talk to me."

Your eyes look out of the windows overlooking the backyard - which is filled with a koi pond, the infinity pool, and a few lounge chairs placed around the edge of it. You question how much he and his brother paid for this monstrosity, just as Rindou finishes up his phone call.

"I have to go for a little bit. I should be back within an hour, so make yourself comfortable. I apologize for the intrusion." Rindou takes your hand and gives it a quick kiss before walking down the stairs and leaving you alone.

You find yourself at the edge of the infinity pool an hour later, full of pasta cooked by the chef and dressed in the one-piece black swimsuit you bought earlier. You unwrap the towel from around your waist and dip a foot into the semi-cold water before immersing yourself in it and paddling to the edge of the pool in the evening light.

There's a steep drop-off at the edge, shielding your fall only with a thick border of glass. You suddenly imagine Rindou making business partners who displease him walk over the edge and fall down into the nothingness below. Well, there is something. But the marble slab looks quite far down, and really uncomfortable to drop onto.

"You're going for a swim, huh." You turn to see Rindou walking toward you, a smile on his normally serious face. "Mind if I join you?"

"But you're in a suit." Rindou raises a brow, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the ground before undoing the buttons on his shirt. And you can't help but watch him undress, revealing the massive tattoo scrolling down his left side. You look away as he takes off his pants, and you don't look back at him until you hear him splash into the water, swimming to you under the water. "Rindou!" He resurfaces just before he reaches your legs, grabbing your shoulders and laughing without restraint.

"Come here, pretty girl," he chuckles, pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss is tender, almost too tender for Rindou Haitani, but you lace your arms around his neck and his hands slide down to your waist. When he breaks the kiss, you whimper softly, and he leans forward again, cupping your face and kissing you over and over again. "Is this okay?" Rindou finally asks, his violet eyes searching yours.

"Yes," you exhale, eyes fluttering open. "Yes."

Water splashes around your hips as Rindou grinds into you, holding you close as his erection grows, again, rubbing against your thigh. You tangle your tongue with his, releasing all doubts and inhibitions before lean back, letting him kiss down your neck.

"We should take this to the shower," you whisper, and Rindou hums.

"Anything you want, baby."

Your moans fill the bathroom as Rindou slides against you, breath hot on your neck as you lean against the tile with his hands roaming over your backside.

"Should probably fuck you before we clean up."

He presses the head of his cock into you, groaning as your slick lubricates him enough so he can slide past your lips before pulling out and pushing back in. "So tight..." You bounce back on his dick, taking control of the interaction as he grunts and moans, holding your neck in his strong hand. His other hand creeps down to your folds and parts them, fingers hurriedly searching for your clit. When he finds it - you jerk in his palm and that lets him know - he rubs it with two fingers, making small, quick circles. "You're so wet for me."

"I want it so bad," you keen, and Rindou nods.

"I know. You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?" His voice in your ear is sinful, but you nod, closing your eyes. "Yeah, I know you have." You gasp as his hips drive into yours, making a slapping sound in the shower.

"Rin... ah, I'm..."

"Gonna cum for me? You gonna cum, beautiful?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." you pant, gripping the wrist that's attached to the hand rubbing your clit faster. "I--" You inhale deeply, pulsing around Rindou's cock as he continues his motions, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess.

"That's a good girl," Rindou hisses, kissing your jawline. "Now give me a few minutes to draw one more out of you before I cum, okay? Think you can handle that?"

"Anything you want, babe. Anything you want."

[the-fiction-witch]

We're gonna have a little baby!

Media: IRL X Victorian era Doctor

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple: Tbs x Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Concept Victorian doctor Gets some News

I woke to an awful sound, the sounds of gagging, of coughing of an upturned stomach. I noticed immediately that my bed was empty so I climbed out slipping a pair of pants on that had been laid on the vanity chair and I went over to the bathroom leaning on the doorframe seeing y/n sitting on the floor in her nightie a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her hand in her stomach Moll laid on the sink looking after her. 

She saw me and looked unhappy

"Not. A. Word."

"y/n. You promised me if you were still sick you'd let me investigate, please. I'm worried about you darling"

"No. I'm fine" she pouts 

"Alright" I sighed "I gave you the choice to come willingly" 

"What are you -" she began but I simply scooped her up in my arms not giving her a choice in the matter "Thomas!" She yelled, "you can't manhandle a sick lady!"

"You're my wife. And I'm a doctor. I have every reason to manhandle a sick lady" I told her taking her back to the bedroom "get dressed and come down to the office else I will manhandle you again darling" I warn her as I sat her in the bed she pouted but began to get dressed for the day so I did too once she was ready not nearly as dressed to the level she usually did she still refused so I again picked her up over my shoulder and took her down to the office even though she was whining and complaining the whole way down 

"Thomas put me down!" She complained

"I will once we're in the office" I told her giving her butt a little pinch given I had her over my shoulder

"Thomas! You dirty boy!" She yelled as soon as we got to the office I sat her in the chair 

"Stay," I ordered

"Can I have some tea?"

"Yes of course you can have done tea darling"

"I'll go make -" she began getting out the chair but I stopped her and pulled her back into the chair 

"No. I will make the tea you stay here. If I see this adorable butt leave this chair I will give you such a spanking" I told her "I will do it personally and I will take utterly no joy in it whatsoever" 

"Liar"

"Stay here." I told her going and filling the teapot for us, bringing it into the office with cups for us both "now I have some invoicing and ordering to do, then we shall investigate your tummy alright?"

"Okay" she nods sipping her tea 

So I sat at my desk and did some invoicing for a while as it's quite slow work 

"Thomas?"

"Yes darling?"

"Could I have some strawberries?" She asks 

"You had some strawberries yesterday"

"I'd like some more"

"Alright." I sighed going and getting her the little ceramic strawberry box letting her sit it on my desk as I worked mostly so I could keep an eye on her intake as I worked 

"Thank you, Thomas"

"Your welcome y/n, just not too many strawberries have a lot of sugar and that'll just upset your tummy even more"

"Ummm" she nods already having one 

"Are you just going to ignore me when I say things you don't agree with?"

"Ummm humm" she nods 

"That's not how marriage works darling"

"How would you know?"

"Touche" I nodded "darling?"

"Umm?"

"Would you be opposed to me purchasing something?'

"Depends on the something. A pantry lock? No. A new bathroom mirror? No. A pet chicken? Yes." 

"Are you familiar with how pills are made?" 

"Somewhat yes, why?"

"Well. Here's the thing y/n" I explained "a doctor is expensive I'm sure that's not news to you. Going to see a doctor even for a consultation is expensive for the average person hell the average person in London wouldn't go to a doctor because it's too expensive for them" I explained getting my charge book from the shelf "this is the book the doctor I trained under gave me when I got officially signed off as yes I know what I'm doing I won't kill people. It's a charge book explaining in very rough terms what they recommend you charge for things" I explained letting her have a read 

"Two pounds for labor! My goodness Thomas that's scandalous" 

"I know. I have dialed down some of my pricing for Willowood as I know people aren't exactly earning London money around here." I explained "but even still in having to set up payment plans for a lot of people, the only reason Lilly is able to come see me for all her trips and falls is because I have a deal with bailey"

"Which is?"

"I don't charge him for consultations and medicine, he gives me free groceries" I shrug "but I'm pulling my hair out trying to keep track of all the invoices and payments"

"So… buying something?" She reminded

"Ah yes" I nodded realizing how off base I was "do you know my overheads darling?" 

"Uhhh that candle" she says pointing to the candle above my head

"You sweet little thing. No darling. As in the costs I have to pay to function as a doctor"

"Ohh well pills, plasters and bandages I imagine as well as when you buy new tools" 

"Exactly now my thoughts are if I buy some pharmacy equipment pill roller, scales, a few bottles and things then I cut what I am buying from the stockists, I can help the people in town who maybe can't afford the doctor stuff which cheaper medicines and I can make custom tonics for some of the more odd conditions in town?" 

"Don't you have to train to be a pharmacist?"

"It's like two books more than I already learnt to be a doctor"

"I think it's a marvelous idea Thomas" she smiled giving my head a kiss "you can always borrow my pestle and mortar of you like"

"So you won't be mad if I buy the stuff?"

"Not at all. So long as you don't make any smutty little potions"

"No. I'll leave that to my witchy little wife" I  winked "you could also give me a hand you have all sorts of herbal cures in that old book of yours"

"I'll consider it" she smiled

I made up the last few invoices and made sure to fill out everything I need from the stockists all the whine batting her hands away from the strawberry box as she has almost finished them 

"All done" I smiled "do you know what that means?"

"Dinner time?"

"No. How's your tummy?"

"Feels much better" she smiled

"Does it now? On the table. Now. Or I will man handle you"

"Thomas I feel fine now"

"And tomorrow morning you'll be out of bed at first light and locked in the bathroom again so go. I'm serious" I warned her and she pouted but went and sat on the examination table "so what appears to be the troublesome beautiful lady?" 

"My tummy hurts"

"Right. All the time?"

"Yes."

"What does it hurt like?"

"Like someone put a butter churning stick down my throat and has been trying to make butter in my belly" 

"Ohh okay. How long has this been happening?"

"The last three weeks"

"Okay. And the nausea?"

"Only when I first wake up in the morning"

"Alright, anything going on at the… the other end?"

"No"

"Okay, eating normally?"

"Yes even though I have little appertie"

"Except strawberries?"

"They calm my tummy ache"

"y/n. Is there anything you want to tell me?" 

"Why?" She asks holding her stomach a little

"Because apparently your condition was obvious. When I explained it to Jack earlier. So… is there anything at all you want to tell me darling? Because you know I'll get to the bottom of it one way or another" I warn her 

"Is that a threat doctor?"

"It might be. So. Anything you want to tell me"

"Just a moment" she says hopping off the table and leaving the office

"y/n -" I warn

"Just a moment" she repeated I heard her going upstairs and I could hear her in the spare room which puzzled me then says she does tend to craft in there sometimes and after a minute or two she hurried down the stairs with a small picnic basket in her hand she offered her hand so I took it and she lead me though to the dinning room where she sat the basket down on the table and fetched the tea pot making us each a cup 

"Pray tell what is going on here darling?"

"You'll find out" she smiled taking her seat so I took the one beside her "one item at a time" she says holding my arm tightly I was confused but went along with it all  I undid the small bow that laced the basket and pushed back the lid revealing honestly not much as she had wrapped up most of it all small little parcels tied with yellow string. 

I took the first feeling it was squishy and flexible I unwrapped it carefully making sure not to rip the paper or the bow so or could be reused for something else and it revealed a beautiful white blanket she has knitted with the embroidery of a little black cat on the corner 

"Aww y/n, that's beautiful, so this is what you've been working on?" I asked and she nods "its beautiful, perfect size for little Molls bed"

"It's not for Moll"

"Ohh, a bit small for us isn't it?"

"Open the next one" she says passing out the next parcel so I laid the blanket down and opened the next one.

This one contained a little knitted hat. I was very confused given that it was far too small for me or her, and honestly it seemed a little large for Moll but maybe it wasn't a hat, maybe a tea cosy or something? 

"Very nice. Good to finally see the fruits of all the knitting you've been doing" I told her moving into the next parcel as I took it she squeezed my arm so I carefully undid the ribbons and pulled back the paper. 

Revealing this little bear. 

She had clearly made it from various clothing fabric scraps, it had sweet brown eyes and a little blue knitted waistcoat. I almost teared up at the beautiful bear giving it a cuddle smelling the lavender inside.

"Teddy" she smiled

"Teddy. He's lovely darling. You made him?"

"I did" she smiled 

"Why did you make a teddy bear? And a blanket all this time you've been knitting and sewing to make these?"

"I have" she's smiled widely

I couldn't help looking at the bear as I sat it on the blanket looking at all the details on every stitch all the work she had put it to these and as I looked at the items all together even the little hat that just about fit the bear it all just… clicked.

"y/n. Who- who are these all for?" 

"Someone very special" she smiled taking the last parcel from the basket the smallest one and oddly enough the heaviest I eagerly broke into it and saw the last glass milk bottle and I couldn't stop crying as I turned to see her more 

"For someone special?"

"Ummm my very special tummy ache" sjs smiled moving my hand to her stomach. Instantly I pulled her into a kiss giving her as many kisses as I could between my tears of joy unable to take my hand from her stomach

"We- were-"

"We are" she's nods 

"We're gonna have a little baby" I smiled so excited already "you mean it! Honest and True? Without doubt"

"Without any doubt my love"

"I'm so happy" I smiled, hugging her close trying to stop my tears "we get a little baby all our own. Do you know yet how long?"

"No, I was hoping my lovely doctor could tell me"

"Well I'll do my best" I smiled "why didn't you tell me before?"

"I wanted to surprise you" she smiled "were you surprised?"

"I was most definitely my darling. Ohhh I love you so much y/n"

"I love you too Thomas" she smiled 

"You did such good work on these things. I'm sure by the time baby comes they'll have lots of toys and clothes lovingly crafted by there beautiful mummy"

"And lots by their sweet daddy I hope."

"Of course." I smiled getting up and pulling her with me to give her more kisses and sitting her on the table 

"Thomas what are you up to?" She giggled as I moved to my knees and gave her stomach a kiss 

"Hello little one. It is very very nice to meet you. I promise I'm going to take very good care of your mummy while your snuggled in her tummy all the way till you make your grand entrance into the world I can't wait to really meet you little boy, or girl, or whatever you wanna be" I smiled giving her stomach tender strokes and kisses 

"They cannot hear you Thomas"

"They might. And I'm not risking it" I told her "love you already little one" I whispered giving her stomach a kiss 

"Aww come here you sappy boy" she giggled pulling me back to my feet 

"But y/n."

"What?"

"No more strawberries"

"Why?"

"They aren't good for baby, too much sugar. You little lady are going on a diet. On a strict regimen of foods and exercise. And I will not hear any business of you carrying things or running off to the woods without me. I have to take care of my lovely wifey and our cute little baby"

"We'll see about that" she pouts 

"Darling. Doctor knows best."

"Pregnant lady knows best"

"Don't argue with me darling. I'm serious I'm a doctor I've read all the books I know best"

"You're not a woman. So you don't get an opinion" she says jumping off the table and taking the basket and it's contents away 

"But you've never had a baby before"

"So?"

"So you don't know what your doing"

"And you do?"

"I have delivered five babies in my life"

"Yes delivered that's all never had to deal with them"

"I deal with babies and children. And pregnant women"

"Occasionally." She says "I know what I'm doing Thomas. And if baby wants strawberries baby shall have strawberries"

"Fine. But you have to listen to me for other things?"

"Alright"

"Good girl. Now you pop the basket back in baby's room and then come back to the office so I can see how far along you are"

"Alright Thomas" she smiled, giving me a kiss before hurrying upstairs.

[diedbutterflies69]

Cars- Bang Chan imagine

Contains: explicit sexual contact, chan as hot rich hotel owner, car sex, slight degradation, blowjob, fingering, etc

Minors don't interct.

Working in one of the most expensive hotels in the country was something you never expected. You were just a normal student who was struggling to meet deadlines and pay for tuitions and so doing many part time jobs. A law student washing dishes in random restaurant and drooling over food, observing the way those chefs used to work with wok , deep fried food, the process fascinated you so much. Even though you were familiar with cooking since a young age it was rather more like responsibility, a chore. And that's how you learned cooking by slowly observing the chefs and utube videos, as changing the entire career dreams at the last year was little too wild and impossible. But struggles eventually leads to happiness, the owner of one of the restaurant you used to work at got surprisingly close with you ,her name lucy a single divorced hot milf she thaught you many skills and tricks with cooking. Your last straw before quitting the law school was getting failed . And just like that a blessing in disguise. She noticed how dishearted you were and then decided to give you the greatest opportunity in your life.

Working in God's menu was every chef's dream, and Lucy made your dream come true. The owner and main chef of God's menu Bang Chan was close with Lucy and just by that using some connections you got yourself inside that paradise, but Chan was a total boomer with you, he didn't wanted to give you job at the first place as you lacked experience and knowledge but he valued friendships way too much to deny Lucy.

Chan was always hard on you, constantly making you work with him, teaching the mystery behind flavours, making you memorize foreign cuisine recipes, you sweared you didn't even struggled that much in law school as there was no one lecture you and expect from you. He acted all tough just to make you perfect and eventually became close, you fell in the pit of one sided love the moment Chan agreed to hire you. What you adored most about Chan was how he always made sure to not make you panic while being near fire, never told you to hurry while cutting vegetables. His this small gestures meant so much too you. And in span of 7 months that baby was finally your boyfriend. Chan was someone who followed his heart and just like that, he confessed in the most cheesiest way possible. And here you are today a great chef with lot of knowledge and a handsome, caring and loving boyfriend. 3 years of loving relationship.

"baby~~ " you said while hugging your boyfriend from the back who was too invested in making a 4 tower cake for his best friend's wedding even though he wasn't much experienced with baking whatever he tried doing was no less than perfection.

"yes, baby? Need anything?", Chan asked you. Even though you have been listening to his sweet honey voice since years it never failed to make your heart flutter.

"stop working now, it's 2:30 am let's go home now", you whined slightly tipping on toes and kissing Chan's neck. Getting a small hum from your boyfriend.

"just few more minutes babe", Chan said turning back and softly giving pecking your forehead . You huffed in response being too tired of your boyfriend's night owl tendencies, you went back to the table and singing a good night in most extra way possible. Chan just smiled at his girlfriend, he too wanted to go home and just cuddle with you but work was trash .

Finally looking at clock it was 3 :15 something, his work finally done. After cleaning up every thing,washing the dishes and shoving the massive cake into refrigerator carefully, Chan happily made his way to you. He too saying baby~ in most extra way possible, he was an true night owl no matter how much he worked at nights without you being by his side he wasn't able to fall asleep. A habit he picked up 3 years ago.

"get up, it's 5 am", Chan whispered into your ear while aggressively moving you to make you leave your dreamland.

"aggh, good morning the love of my life", you said slowly leaving your subconscious world. Even in slight unconscious mind you were flirty and cheesy.

"good morning, it's 5 A.M ", Chan again told you a wrong time just messing up with you.

"what the fuck", you yelled being angry on your boyfriend's crazy work habits , you were glaring at him till he bought his his wrist infront of your face . His watch reading 3 : 08 , being confused and worried for your wrong vision you looked at the wall clock that to read 3:07 am.finally realising you have been scammed.

" you fucking lier", you yelled at Chan for pranking you, but you were glad that he finished the work soon.

"heheh", Chan laughed, he was too cute for you.

"let's just go home", you said trying to keep a poker face, packing your stuff then gripping Chan's hand and walking out of the space.

Going down through the elevator, Chan unleashing his 50 shades enthusiast.

"What is it about elevators?" Saying this and immediately pulling you into a deep kiss, he tasted like chocolate probably from the previous cake flavours, his tongue feeling so good while exploring your mouth, one hand at the back of your neck and the other interlocked with yours. His lips always felt like heaven.

He broke the kiss as the door opened, he adjusted your hair and outfit and locking his eyes with you giving you a warm smile, fully a contradiction to his previous action. This man's duality always suprised you.

"let's go baby~", Chan said getting out of elevator with you, hands interlocked moving back and forth, if someone saw you both they would probably think that you both are possessed, smiling and jumping like kids finally reached the car.

"let me open the door for you", Chan said with a smirk while opening the car door for you , there was not a single human present in the parking lot, creepy vibes but perfect for your both future activities. Chan entered the car and stared at you in the most innocent way possible.

"what?", You asked him giving him the same innocent eyes.

"babe, the kiss made me hard", Chan admitted almost shamelessly his eyes pointing at his pants , and yes it was a great hot site too notice.

"will you melt, till we reach home?", You asked Chan looking into his eyes hands slowly creeping to his thighs dangerously close to the not so safe zone.

"I would rather burst here than melt till we reach home", Chan said holding your hand bringing it straight over his memeber, you blushed deeply at his actions.

"Come on babe, we had done Car sex multiple times", Chan said making you blush and wet down there even more. You got a little too needy as the memories of Chan fucking you ruthlessly on the back site of the car came to your mind. Your hand still palming his cock through pants.

"hop on the backseat", you said almost breathlessly, Chan smirking at your needy , horny State. You both went on the backseat to make a great mess over there .

"aaah" , you moaned loudly as Chan slapped your left boob while sucking your neck. His teeth never failed at marking you all over, his touch was heaven especially whenever he squeezed the back of your neck or roughly groped those boobs. Detaching himself from your neck he gripped your neck in an erotically painful way and forcing you on your knees.

"Suck, use that mouth atleast one time for a good cause", Chan said , his degrading voice mixed with heavy lust. Nodding at his words , without wasting any time you bought your hands to undid his belt and zipper . Palming him through his boxers and finally releasing it from all restraints, you slowly put hs cock inside your mouth, he was really really hard. A fucking long and thick cock he had, you not being able to take him even half way as the position was slightly painful but nevertheless you started bopping your head up and down and palming the remaining with your hands. His loud groans and moans indicated that he was satisfied enough, you increased your speed, occassionally hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper every time. He gripped your head as he was close , he started to move your mouth as he pleased making you gag non stop, it hurted but you liked it so much. " You feel so fucking good, all mine", Chan said breathlessly after a final thrust and empting himself inside your mouth, his cum feeling your mouth in escasty. You sucked off every single drop not wasting anything.

Chan lifted you up from the car floor and made you sit on his lap. You looking fully fucked out, with clothes misplaced and mouth dripping with saliva and his liquid , black mascara tears running down.

"My precious slut", Chan said while making his way to your panties, your jeans were already removed a long ago.

"you want my fingers? Hmm?" Chan said as his fingers were slowly entering your pussy , his cold hands making you shiver .

"yes please sir" , you begged voice laced up with pure desperation and needily grinding on his fingers and thighs. Chan smirked again at you.

"what you want more, my fingers or my cock?" Chan made gave you 2 choices both of them heaven.

"your cock, sir please" You begged again. He finally smiles at you pure ill intention smile.

"Since you are too good girl, I should give you whatever you want", Chan said and finally bought his cock towards your tight leaking cunt slowly entering himself inside you.

"ride", Chan said and you felt like being on cloud nine. Slowly moving your hips up and down in decent speed . His cock fitted so well inside of you, it was pure bliss for you.

But without a warning Chan bought his hands towards your clit and pinching it making your whole body jolt in overstimulation.

" babe,you are too good, so deserve my fingers too", Chan said with a sadistic smile.

It's gonna be a long morning.

[kohakuarisaka]

Untamed (chapter 3 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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"Baby," a voice cooed at you while hands gently shook your shoulders, stirring you from sleep.

"Come on. Get up. The sun's gonna be rising soon," he continued, speaking to you softly.

You groaned like a wounded animal and tried to resist the pull to consciousness, hoping you could slip back away and he would cease this assault.

Of course, that didn't happen, and the murmuring and shaking didn't come to an end. You found yourself turning around and groggily taking in the sight of Hawks. He already looked wide awake, gold eyes beaming, skin glowing, handsome face as immaculate as ever.

It made you want to punch him.

"Get up," he said, more so telling than asking, albeit politely.

He had warned you last night that he intended to wake you early; but, that didn't stop you from groaning tiredly, rolling over, as if in protest, before complying with his request, removing the blanket slowly, afraid to expose yourself to the cold.

He had stoked the fireplace before waking you; that much was clear, seeing as it wasn't blistering cold when you wiggled out of bed. It was chilly, of course, but not enough to leave you trembling helplessly.

You realized that Hawks had already dressed himself, boots thumping quietly on the floor as he stepped around the bed. He had slipped on a grey T-shirt, and didn't seem to be feeling cold at all, judging by the lax way he rolled his shoulders, wings jutting out from his back gracefully.

He gave you a sideways glance, an almost untrusting look written across his face.

"I'm getting up!" you hissed at him.

Hawks wasn't expecting that sudden outburst and flinched a little, eyes widening slightly and feathers shuddering behind him. It was a comical sight, if you were being honest. It wasn't like him to be so high strung.

Before you could assume you had upset him, Hawks blew raspberries and turned away, heading for the stairs.

When he walked away, you most certainly did not admire the way his cargo pants hugged his ass, nor the way his shirt was pulled tight across the plains of his muscular back, nor how his crimson feathers looked so beautiful draped behind him.

Hawks didn't laugh when you met him downstairs; but, he sure looked like he wanted to. Here he was wearing some loose, comfortable clothes like it hadn't snowed all night, while you were dressed up in thick pants and a heavy coat with multiple layers underneath, ready to weather the elements.

As soon as you stepped downstairs, you were hit with the familiar smell of coffee lofting about the cabin. You recognized the aroma as his favorite, the one he stockpiled at the agency, that was almost always coming from his office.

He had taken the time to pour you some, as well, evident by the mug he was trying to hand to you with a suspiciously innocent look on his face.

"Seriously?" you laughed when you eyed the receptacle he was offering.

It was his merch, clearly. The mug was black with sparkly gold trim, the pattern matching the chest on his jumpsuit . It was covered in comic book style quotation marks containing, what you were guessing, was supposed to be his quotes.

Hawks watched you admire the cup, looking a little too smug for his own good, and returned to sipping from the very plain mug in his other hand.

"Do you really say these things?" you laughed, not expecting an answer because there was no way such nonsense flew from his mouth in the middle of a fight.

"Aheh. 'I am speed'," you read aloud with a scoff. "More like, 'I do speed'," you teased with a grin, catching the way he almost choked on his coffee, shoulders trembling with laughter.

"Who the hell approved these?" you added on.

"The hero commission, I think," Hawks replied, shrugging his shoulders a little.

The coffee, of course, tasted great. He bought the expensive, high-class stuff, after all. Hawks was the only person you knew who could sleep in the dirt with his visor skewed across his face, without a complaint to be had, but refused to drink anything but imported, specially grown coffee beans.

He was ushering you out the door the second you were finished with your coffee, pushing you out into the snowy forestscape, hands grabby and wings fluttering anxiously.

Before you could shudder and complain about the cold, Hawks scooped you up into his arms, kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot, and took to the sky.

You couldn't believe he was out here without a jacket on. Your fully covered arms clung to him for dear life, shivering and trembling in the cold. He wasn't flying particularly fast; but, the winds felt punishing, ice cold biting at your cheeks and seeping in through your clothes.

You were too cold to really appreciate the beauty of the forest covered in freshly poured snow. The glistening, white peaks sparkled like something out of a fairytale in the dimly lit morning light.

"Come on, babe," Hawks cooed, turning his head to blow hot air right on your ear.

Well, no wonder he wasn't cold. It seemed to make sense to you, then, why he went into his rut during these times of the year. He was generating enough heat to be a transportable furnace.

"If you keep clinging to me like that, you're gonna miss the view," Hawks uttered, so close that his lips moved against your skin as he spoke.

You peeled back from him, away from the warmth you were desperately trying to steal. He hadn't stopped flying yet, but slowed down a bit.

"O-oh..." you whispered, taking in the snowy wilderness.

A few miles past the cabin's backyard was a cliff that dipped down into rolling mountains. He had flown overhead, granting a wonderful view of the many acres of untouched wilderness, towering trees and lush forest landscape over rolling hills and mountains.

But, Hawks hadn't dragged you out here at the crack of dawn just to see the snowy landscape. He wanted you out here right at sunrise for a very specific reason.

He had made it just in time for the sun to peak out from the horizon line, like a giant glimpsing through the trees on the mountain top.

The sun was shining a mystical light across the mountains. The overcast clouds were dark purple gliding across crystal clear, blue skies. Rays of red sunlight glided through the trees while gold laid out across the piles of snow like a glistening blanket.

"See?" Hawks murmured, his flight coming to a halt.

He hovered, fairly high up, wings flapping gently, arms still wound tight around you, holding you close. There was a gentle breeze brushing through his hair, causing the feathery strands to tickle at your cheeks.

While you were looking at the landscape in awe, he was staring at you. The sunlight lit up your face and reflected heavily on your eyes, making them glow like crystal orbs. You had finally stopped shivering, too in awe at the sight to notice the chilling bite of the wind.

He didn't say it aloud; but, the most beautiful thing in the sunrise was you.

He liked to tell himself that the rut was making him mushy, emotional. Surely, powerful pro-hero Hawks couldn't be this soft? But, he knew his rut was only amplifying what he already felt so strongly.

His rut made him less inhibited, surfaced darker, feral desires that lay in waiting under layers of discipline he had spent most of his life building.

Even without his rut, you had a power over him he couldn't deny, the power to break him, to peel back the masks he wore, to melt away his self-control, until he was reduced to a desperate animal.

Oh, but the beauty of it all was that you loved that side of him. You had proved to him that you loved every side of him, even the parts that he tried so desperately hard to ensure would never see the light of day.

Even if he could blame his desires on his mutation, that didn't change that he was an assassin, for heroes, yes, but a murderer none the less.

You-

-you knew that, and yet, still, those soft hands held him as if he was untainted. You purred beneath his touch as if those weren't the same hands he had used to kill.

"Keigo?" you hummed.

Just like that, there you were again, freeing him from the torment of his own mind, a lifeline to free him from drowning in the ocean.

"Thank you for this," you uttered, turning your head to look at him.

God, he was beautiful. His gold irises were amplified by the sunlight, like shiny coins in a wishing well, taking in the sight of you shamelessly.

The bird-like curve of his eyelids already gave him a mystical appearance, now further illuminated by the rays of light shining down from above. The wind was blowing, tossing his already frazzled hair in a senseless dance.

The bright red plumes that made up the shape of his wings looked like something out of a dream. In the sunlight, the feathers glowed magnificent crimson, glowing in sharp contrast to the pale white, wintery landscape.

Your hands, that had been gripping his shoulders during the flight, wove up the back of his neck, fingertips touching the trimmed hairs there. You felt his hands tighten where they were holding you, his arms weaving tighter, as if he could get you closer.

"Do you like it here?" Hawks uttered softly.

His tone concerned you a little, as if he was sincerely worried that you were a prisoner here.

You smiled, replying, "it's the first time we've gotten to truly be alone. I'm enjoying myself more than you think."

His gaze softened at your words. A couple of your fingers played with the soft, short hairs at the top of his neck. He felt unbearably warm there, skin slightly damp with sweat. It was startling, considering how cold it was outside.

You felt the soft brush of his lips and let your eyes flutter shut. He was slow, careful, like he was tasting something new and delicious for the first time.

When he pulled back and tilted his head, you felt the faintest drag of his chin across your cheek, felt the fine hairs of his beard tickle your skin.

He hadn't shaved in a couple weeks, leaving you to see him in a mess than most didn't get the honor of. The normally neatly trimmed hairs he shaved down to a fine patch on his chin were now covering most of his jawline, the same beautiful, pale blonde as the hair on his head.

Tantalized, you leaned in, nuzzling your cheek against his jaw, before tilting your head back and feeling the drag of his soft beard against your skin. It felt good, maybe a little too good, and you failed to suppress a quiet gasp.

When you had pulled back far enough to catch his gaze, you immediately realized his eyes had changed. The calm was gone; now, something akin to a storm was brewing underneath.

It was a look you were very familiar with.

He let out a low exhale, as if he had been holding his breath. Your name fell from his lips, low and sultry, a warning, or a curse, and it made you shudder.

Hawks tilted back suddenly and started a sharp decent downward. Having flown together many times, you weren't afraid. The arms around his shoulders tightened and you let out a soft gasp, but more so out of surprise than fear.

His wings fanned out and took him sharply soaring through the trees at a speed much faster than he had brought you here. His grip on you was almost painfully tight, as if his fingers were trying to dig past the fabric of your clothes to get to your skin.

Excitement made you forget about the biting cold, the forest around you distorted almost violently. Suddenly, the cabin door was creaking and then being slammed shut. You hadn't even seen the cabin come into view. Everything felt like a daze.

He flew up to the loft and dropped you unceremoniously at the edge of the bed. The tumble had resulted in you facing away from him; but, you could feel his eyes burning through you.

"Take off your clothes," Hawks commanded, his voice oddly polite despite the nature of his request.

Just as soon as you started working your jacket off, he was kneeling to pull at the laces on your boots. He was strangely gentle when he pulled your shoes off, less so when he tossed them aside. As you worked your shirt off, he pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, leaving you mostly bare and cold.

You rotated around and leaned up on your elbows, catching his cold stare, indicating that you were not done yet. You peeled your socks off, feeling a rush of excitement at the look he was giving you.

Hawks usually wore a kind, harmless face, not that it was unnatural, for he truly was a good person. However, most could easily forget or be blind to how powerful he was.

Now, in his gold eyes, that was what you saw, the reality that he could take whatever he wanted, when he wanted. You didn't have to be reminded, for every sparring and training session did just that: you couldn't best him if your life depended on it.

Still, Hawks wasn't that kind of person. He was the kind of loved, often times so passionately that you feared you couldn't keep up.

Even now, when his hands took hold of your waist, his body language dominating, wings spread wide behind him, you felt loved.

An amused sound, like a hum, rumbled out of his chest as he carefully maneuvered you around.

You were compliant, letting him roll you around and push your chest down into the bed. The hand on your back was gentle, but commanding, fingers splayed wide in the space between your shoulder blades.

Instead of nudging your thighs with his hands, a boot-clad toe poked between your ankles, commanding you to spread your legs, which you did with a low moan. You leaned up on your toes, presenting to him like an animal.

The sight threatened to send him into a spiral, and you felt his clothed body fall over you, pushing you down into the bed.

His wings flapped once, sending a sharp gust of wind spiraling around the room. There was a painfully obvious contrast between the soft texture of his shirt and the rough texture of his pants.

He made it very clear, with a roll of his hips, that he was ready to take you. The feeling of his clothed erection against your sex, combined with the knowledge that he could just slip right in without preamble, had you mewling.

"You like this," Hawks observed, the words like thunder as they rolled off his tongue.

He retreated, suddenly reeling back and standing behind you, warmth leaving along with him.

"You like when I just take?" he asked, accentuating 'take' with a smack to the back of your thigh. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it did manage to startle a yelp out of you.

"Yeah," he uttered lowly, agreeing with his own observations. "You like being Hawks' little plaything," he continued, almost purring the words.

Your delirious brain didn't really know what to expect next. When you heard a thump, you had no idea what to make of it, until you felt breath on your skin and realized that was the sound of Hawks' falling onto his knees behind you.

He didn't waste any time diving in, lapping a heavy tongue across your slit, from top to bottom. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you still while his tongue breached your entrance.

If his enthusiasm and lack of grace wasn't enough, the rumbling sound he made was enough to make it obvious he liked it.

You couldn't fathom that your taste could possibly be that good; however, you didn't dare comment, especially not when he was doing things with his tongue that shouldn't be humanly possible.

A rough smack to your behind startled you from a delirious daze of pleasure. You yelped quietly, but otherwise remained compliant. When he smacked you again, this time growling faintly into your sex, it was clear he wanted something that you weren't delivering; but, you didn't know what.

"K-Keigo, what-" you whined, breaking off into a howl when he smacked you again.

Normally, such a touch would have you instinctively shriveling away; however, his grip on you was tight, and it kept you still.

Hawks smacked you again, you helplessly cried out, again, and the sound faded into moans that you couldn't possibly contain with what he was doing. You started to wonder, when another smack was delivered, if he was just doing that for his own amusement.

Eventually, he stopped and leaned back, rising to his feet. His hand slid over yours, large palm practically swallowing yours, and guided it back to your sex. You rotated a little, angling your body to follow his movement.

"Feel that," he gently commanded. "How wet and warm you are for me."

You heard the floorboard creak as he leaned back, clearly to get a good view. You did as he requested, immediately driving two fingers into yourself. Sure enough, you were slippery, walls compliant and squishy, and unbelievably warm inside.

Being ready for him with little provocation wasn't exactly a new thing. You were both very busy heroes and keeping your relationship on the downlow. That meant quickies more often than proper time together.

Yet, Hawks sounded immensely pleased; with himself or with you, you couldn't quite tell.

He returned to the floor, hand brushing your knuckles to push your fingers in as deep as they could go.

"Keigo, what are you-" you began, cutting off when his tongue returned to your heat, right alongside your fingers.

"Finger yourself," he told you, sounding oddly blissful despite the fact that you hadn't touched him at all. His cock was still trapped inside his pants, throbbing against the rough material.

You complied with his request, lacking in any grace or proper friction considering the awkward angle. However, Hawks groaned in approval at the view before leaning back in.

His tongue dipped in right alongside your digits. Immediately, he forced the pace and you were desperate to try and keep up, fingers squelching in and out of your core alongside the slobbery mess of his tongue.

Your fingers couldn't compare, lacking in the length, thickness and dexterity of his digits. But, it seemed that Hawks was less focused on getting you off and more focused on playing with you; or, maybe, you had severely underestimated what the taste of your essence was doing to him.

At some point, he pulled back, grabbed your wrist to remove your fingers from your core, and sucked them into his own mouth. You weren't expecting the teeth, and let out a low hiss when his fangs threatened to pierce the skin, holding you firmly in place while his tongue sucked your fingers clean.

He didn't release your hand when he was done. You heard the floorboards creak as he stood up, felt him tug your hand down, until your knuckles brushed his clothed cock.

"You want that?" Hawks breathed.

His free hand gently spread over the space between your shoulder blades, pushing you down before you could dare think to lean up. Your cheek was resting against the sheets, hair spewed about in a mess. His hand wandered, pushing hair out of the way until your neck and shoulders were properly exposed.

From where you laid on the bed, you couldn't make out the sight of him; but, you could see one of his wings, stretched out, looming predatorily.

"Yes," you replied hoarsely.

His hand glided over the prominent bump where your first vertebrae jutted from the top of your spine, and lowered, setting between your shoulder blades once more, where he held you still.

"Then, take it," Hawks uttered, his other hand releasing your wrist.

You let out a low hiss, wanting to curse him for making such a ridiculous request. You couldn't see his face; but, you sure as hell could feel the smirk he was wearing as he stared at you, watching your handle fumble with his belt.

You doubted it was mercy; but, Hawks leaned in closer, the tops of his thighs sliding over the backs of yours, making it a little easier to undo his belt buckle.

The button on his pants followed, but not with ease, before you tugged his zipper down. You couldn't tug his pants down like this, leaving you to fumble around with his boxers, trying to fish his cock out.

"Keigo, you fucking ass-" you growled, not bothering to hide your frustration.

Hawks laughed softly, sounding a little more out of it than he did amused. "'m sorry," he cooed. "-like seein' you struggle."

The slur in his voice should have given it away, his patience had depleted; however, it still surprised you when he suddenly swatted your hand away. He hooked his thumb on the hem of his boxers and pulled them down just enough for his cock to bob free.

You felt the smooth tip nudge at your entrance, the faintest warning, before he pushed forward and entered your moist heat.

"Ohhhh fuck," Hawks howled.

He gave you no time to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion, immediately pistoning his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of you.

One hand pinned your torso, while his thighs pinned your legs, and his other hand gripped your hip for leverage. You shifted your feet, trying to lift up on your toes to better the angle, and bumped against his boots.

He was still fully clothed; and, really, that shouldn't have mattered so much. After all, how many times had he freed his cock from his jumpsuit to take you quick and hard before tucking it back in and immediately looking as if nothing nefarious had occurred. Yet, still, the realization had you feeling dizzy.

Before you could nudge a hand between your thighs, something beat you to it. You recognized that bizarre texture. It was soft, sure, but a tad bit pricklier than a normal feather, with an unnatural, firm touch. The little heathen knew exactly how you liked to be touched there, too.

The wet, lewd noises of your union, skin slapping together, was drowned out by the litany of moans pouring from his mouth. If he wasn't crying out in ecstasy, he was huffing and puffing like he had just ran a marathon.

If you were being honest, he was being just a little too rough, a little too fast, offering you no reprieve. You didn't doubt that he would stop if you asked him to; but, you sure as hell didn't want him to. The intensity of it all had you on a plain of existence you rarely got to experience, where pleasure became blinding and mind-numbing.

His hand slid off your back and onto the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets as he set a brutal pace, the kind that threatened to unravel your sanity.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good," he growled, sounding so out of breath and lost. "Gonna fill you up. Yeah, I am. Want my seed dripping out of you all fucking week."

High off the pleasure, and maybe a little influenced by his own state, you moaned approvingly at the suggestion.

"Baby," he whined, suddenly sounding like he was in pain. The feather fluttering against your pearl intensified, practically vibrating against you with how fast it was moving.

"Need you come, need you to come," Hawks pleaded, the words hissing out from his lips between desperate pants.

You didn't think you could come in that moment. Everything felt so good, from his cock rearranging your insides to his feather flicking at your clit. The pleasure was tingling down your thighs and crawling up your spine. You could barely breathe, let along process a coherent thought beyond Keigo.

The hand that had been holding your hip let go and joined the other in gripping the bed. He arched over you, forehead meeting your back.

"Come for me, come for me," Hawks sobbed.

You realized then, as he trembled behind you, that he had reached his own completion, and he didn't slow down until his orgasm waned. You could feel his seed, like molten lava as it filled your insides.

Hawks was still panting when he growled, "again."

He flipped you over, winding your legs over his waist and somehow managing to keep his cock seated inside of you during the transition. Your arms flopped uselessly above your head. You felt weak, laying there like a doll while he turned you over. Still, it felt good: his cock, his hands, his warmth.

One of his arms looped beneath your lower back and tugged you properly onto the bed. He climbed onto the sheets and followed, dragging you beneath him.

He was prepared to continue thrusting into you wildly and blindly chase another orgasm when your eyes met and he froze up. You could practically see him blink away delirious arousal, the sight of your debauched face bringing him back to his senses.

"B-baby, do you need me to stop?" Hawks offered, the words falling from his lips so weakly.

You huffed out a weak breath and reached for him. He leaned down, letting you wind your arms across his shoulders. Your fingers dipped across his clothed back until you reached his wings.

Hawks literally shouted when your fingers dipped into the exposed seams on the shirt and touched the baby feathers growing fresh from his back. The sound rattled your bones and made you jerk from the startle.

He didn't have to be told twice, obviously, for Hawks continued his thrusting immediately. The slippery, wet sounds of his claim over your body was downright disgusting, and you loved it. Your legs clung desperately to his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs.

One of his feathers was still pressed against your clit, now trapped between your bodies. It had stopped moving; but, every time he thrust back into you, it created delicious friction.

Your assault on his wings rendered Hawks incapable of speech. The pleasured sounds he made was almost unnatural. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was in pain between the broken, blabbering moans and choked, sharp gasping.

His arms were still wound beneath you, holding onto you for leverage and clinging to you so closely, so tightly, it was almost crushing. His wings were arched up high, flapping occasionally as if to increase the momentum behind his thrusts.

His face fell into your throat, forcing your head back into the sheets. He was burning hot, practically oozing sweat. In the corner of your eye, you could see the red tint staining his ears. You could practically feel his frustration gnawing its way through his body and into yours.

Without warning, you felt what couldn't be mistaken for anything other than Hawks' teeth piercing the skin of your neck. Sure, he had bit you before, even left faint hickies on occasion; however, this was something else entirely, and forced a scream from your throat.

You had no doubt he had pierced the skin, judging by how it burned. He was growling into the skin, holding onto you with his teeth as if you were attempting to flee. You didn't dare release his wings, fingers woven through the fine plumes, caressing the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades, where crimson feathers grew.

The bite hurt, without a doubt, but there was no denying the electrical shocks of pleasure it sent through your body. If it wasn't that, then it was the growls vibrating from his mouth onto your skin.

Suddenly, your orgasm hit, and left you screaming and gasping with a sort of ferocity you didn't think you were capable of. Something that sounded almost like his name fell from your lips at some point. Your back arched and your legs trembled where they rested around his hips.

You failed to realize he was following closely behind you. Your grip on his feathers had gone limp and you didn't notice the way his wings arched up, the tips of the longest quills nearly touching the ceiling. He kept going and going, until he was spent and your cries of ecstasy came to a halt.

Hawks let go of your throat and leaned up, removing his arms from beneath you to set his palms on the sheets. He should have felt embarrassed or ashamed or something. But, looking down at the bleeding bite wound on your shoulder, watching the way your chest heaved with heavy breaths, seeing the tint of red along your cheeks and neck, he felt blissfully proud.

Hawks scooped you into an embrace and carefully rolled onto his side, bringing you in with him and cradling you against his chest. One of his wings fell over you, the plumes stretched wide to hide you from the outside world. All you could see was him, his handsome face, the crimson feathers of his wings.

You were acutely aware that he was still inside you, still somewhat hard; but, his temperature was lowering and his breathing was steadily returning to normal. Your fingers untangled from his plumes and came around to rest limply on his chest.

He lapped his tongue softly against the bite wound until it stopped bleeding before peppering it with kisses. It stung a little and you squirmed in his grasp.

"I'm not sorry about the bite," Hawks confessed lowly, leaning back to look at your face.

"Me either," you replied, offering him a weak smile.

He looked blissfully unaware until you leaned in and sucked some of the skin of his neck into your mouth. Hawks groaned approvingly, laying still until you were satisfied and let go, leaving behind a faint, purple bruise.

You stared at his handsome face, watching the vibrant, red blush slowly leave his features as he calmed down. Blonde locks were clinging to his sweat soaked forehead and everything between the two of you reeked of sex. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to complain when he looked so damn happy.

Hawks leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against yours lips. Before he could retreat, you tilted your head and leaned in, not letting him escape. He hummed into the kiss, letting you lead until you were content and departed with a wet smack.

"Just a little bit longer," he promised, fingers gently digging into your back.

"Tell me what you're thinking," you requested, nuzzling your nose against his.

Something uncertain flickered in his gold eyes and his lids narrowed slightly.

"It's not sensical," he uttered lowly, and you felt one of his hands slide around to your front. His thumb lovingly brushed along the dip of your tummy, beneath your belly button. His gold eyes shifted down, staring at the expansion of your naval with dedication.

You both had implants. It wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Of course he did. But, he couldn't help but feel dedicated to commit to the effort, as if it would.

Your hand followed his, spreading over his fingers to press him down gently over your lower abdomen, as if this would be successful, as if there was a chance he would take. The encouragement to put him ease.

Hawks wanted to believe it was the rut talking. Some of it was, his body deliriously driven to mate, to the point that he overheated and arousal pained his core. But, his motivation wasn't purely biological. It was because it was you, whom he trusted with every fiber of his being.

But, he couldn't bring himself to tell you that. You loved being a hero, and he wasn't going to take that from you.

It felt special, being hidden with him like this, beneath his wing, whispering such depravities to one and other, that the rest of the world would never know. You felt safe, in a way that felt impossible. Here, as irrational as it sounded, you felt like Hawks could protect you from the world.

[dragon-kazansky]

Stuck with you | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @cherry-season I've changed it up a little, but it's still based off your request :)

This is a lengthy one, sit back and enjoy.

This was less than ideal. One moment you're chasing Flag Smashers through an otherwise abandoned building, then you're trapped in a room with the Baron Helmut Zemo.

The only way this could be any worse is if you were stuck in a room with Walker instead. You could guarantee that man wouldn't be leaving alive if that was the case.

Still, Zemo wasn't exactly your favourite person on the planet either.

The solid steel door had slammed shut behind you. You were unable to get it open, fearing it only opened from the other side. You're not sure exactly what kind of building this was, but it had clearly not been used in some time. Things were falling apart or rusting over.

"You can keep trying, little bird, but it won't open."

You take a deep breath, trying not to say anything snarky to him. You did not need his sass today.

"Well, I'm sorry, Zemo, but you're stuck with me unless we do something."

"I'm not complaining."

"I suppose you're used to being locked in a room." You turn away from the door and look around the room, not yet feeling up to actually acknowledging his presents by looking at him.

"Yes, but this time I have lovely company. I am at an advantage."

"Yeah right," you say, sarcasm dropping with every letter.

You want to sit down, but you do not want to touch the musty floor. You take to leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, finally looking at the only other human in the room.

"At least in a cell you have furniture."

"To an extent."

"Still, it's better than this horrid and dark room. Plus, something smells funky in here and it isn't me."

"Course not, you smell lovely," he grins at you.

"OK..."

Helmut, realising there isn't much to do other than talk to you, removed his coat and goes to lay it out on the floor, figuring you would be more comfortable sitting on it than anywhere else. However, he stops when call out.

"What are you doing? You'll ruin it!" You take the coat out of his hands and hold it close to you.

"Concerned about my coat?"

"What? No! It's just... it's a nice coat... probably expensive too. You'll ruin it if you put it on the floor."

"What do you suggest we do then?"

"I don't know, but let's not sacrifice perfection." You brush the coat down with your hand as you drape it over your other arm.

Zemo chuckles as looks around the room. It isn't a massive space, but there's very little in it, making it look quite roomy. He walks over to the opposite side and brushes along the ground sigh foot, deeming it worthy enough to sit on. You see him sitting with his back against the wall, looking up at you.

"Do you really want to be sitting there?" You ask, feeling kind of bad he would ruin his clothes like that. Who knows what kind of filth is in here.

"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

You sigh softly as you walk over to where he is.

"You're braver than I am, then."

"I don't know, you're rather brave," he doesn't sound like he's teasing you. He doesn't look like it either.

"If you say so."

Zemo gazes up at you. You can't read his expression, which feels a little unsettling.

"Put the coat on."

"Sorry?" You frown.

"Don't be, put it on."

You look at the coat still draped over your arm. Why did he want you to put it on?

"Why?"

"If you trust me just once in your life, let this be that once. Put the coat on, little bird."

You unfold the coat and put it on. It doesn't fit all that well, but it's warm. You look at him, unimpressed.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Zemo grins as he holds open his arms and gestures you over with his fingers. You look at him suspiciously.

"Zemo, what are you doing?"

"Come here. Unless you want to stand until who knows when. We could be in here quite some time, and since you won't sit on the floor, there is only one place for you to sit."

"You have to be joking."

He shakes his head and gestures you close with his fingers again.

"You're going be insufferable after this." You shimmy over and get down, taking a seat on his lap.

Zemo uses his arms to support you, but you're too busy gathering the coat and making sure it doesn't touch the floor. He chuckles in your ear as you purposely turn your head away from him as you shuffle in his lap, trying to get comfortable.

"Better?"

"Sure..." You're too embarrassed to look at him.

Helmut gives you a little squeeze, tugging you closer to his torso. This time when he chuckles, you feel the vibration of it rumble through his chest. He moves his head so it's buried in the crook of your neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Tormenting you. I have you in my grasp, I'm not going to waste this opportunity to mess with you."

"Is that all this is? An opportunity to mess with me because Sam and Bucky aren't here?" You shake him from your shoudler and glare at him.

"Or perhaps I'm just seizing the opportunity to have you all to myself?"

"I don't understand you..." Your gaze flickers between his beautiful brown eyes.

"Would you like to?" He grins at you.

"I don't know... but I suppose it will help pass the time. Where shall we start?"

"Check the inside pocket." He nods toward the coat around you. You follow his instruction and search the inside the pocket. You feel something small. Grabbing it, you pull it out and hold it up.

You look at Zemo unimpressed.

"I already know you like Turkish Delights. You made that clear." You look at it.

"They were my son's favourite."

"Yeah, I remember you saying," you mutter.

"That one is for you."

You think him quietly and open it, eating it. You look at him.

"I thought you were going to tell me more about you," you say, licking the powder from your fingers.

"I'm starting slow."

"Zemo, you can be honest with me. I'm pretty sure I know all of the awful things you've done. Nothing will surprise me. Plus, I'm already sitting on you, so if you're worried about what I think, I don't think you have to worry."

There's a cheeky smile on his face.

"Are you always this honest and modest?"

"Only when I want to be." You wink at him. You only realise what you've done after you see that mischievous glint return to his eyes.

"I see. I would very much like you to be honest with me."

"What makes you think I haven't been?" You tilt your head curiously at him.

"If you hated me as much as you tried to make it seem, I doubt you would actually be sitting here on my lap, eating my sweets, and giving me the time of day."

He's right.

"Then, I'll be more honest with you staring now. I don't hate you, Zemo. Not really. Don't get me wrong, I'm not happy about what you did to my friends, or the fact you brain washed Bucky and bombed a building and blamed it on him. You're an awful person."

Zemo nods softly.

"But, right here, right this minute, I'll pretend for a moment that none of that matters. Just let me see the man you are here and now." You look at him with a tiny smile, wanting to see the person he was in the moment.

"Well, so far, I'm the man who has let you put on his coat and eat his sweets. If I had access to a kitchen, I would make you a drink and we would sit and chat in a more comfortable spot."

You chuckle softly, you find yourself reaching for one of his hands, taking it in your own. He lets you, watching you do so.

"What else?" You ask, keeping your voice soft. You like the atmosphere you have created.

"I am the man who will look after you for as long as it takes your friends to find us. I shall be the best company I can be right now, if you'll continue to let me." He meets yours eyes, feeling the way you place your fingers between his.

"Not like I have much choice." You grin cheekily.

"I'll take it." He closes his fingers over your hand, letting you settle your entwined hands on your lap.

"When we get back to the house... maybe we could have that drink?"

You feel his breath fanning across you face. He feels all the more closer now as you look at him.

"If you would like that, I won't deny you the pleasure of my company," he smirks.

"I have to say, your company is nice."

Your noses are almost touching. You're really not sure how you find yourself to be in a position where you would even consider getting any closer to him.

"You changed your tune rather quickly, haven't you?"

"Seems so."

His eyes flicker to your lips. Oh, the temptation is strong.

"Maybe we should see how things go." You're whispering now.

"I can wait."

"I won't make you wait too long, after all, you're on borrowed time." Now you're looking at his lips.

"The bitter truth."

"Just means we have to make the most of it. Show me the Zemo I see before me. It won't change the fact they'll send you straight back to prison, but it might make us friends." You stare into his seemingly lost gaze. There's something about the way he's looking at you that you can't read, but he does look lost.

"My free little bird." He whispers.

"Trapped in the cage that is you." You let go of his hand to wipe the tear from his cheek.

He hadn't even realised.

Suddenly, you hear voice from the other side of the door. You hate to do it, but you part yourself from Zemo and stand up, dusting yourself off despite the fact you weren't all that dirty.

The door takes a couple of big tugs, but the boys get it open.

Zemo gathers himself as he gets up from the must old floor, patting down his pants as he stands beside you.

"We were looking for you two," Bucky says, coming over to you.

"We got trapped."

"Why are you wearing his coat?" Bucky looked you up and down.

"I was cold. Zemo was being a gentleman." You cross your arms.

Bucky eyes the Baron suspiciously.

Zemo shrugs and places a hand on your back gently.

"Shall we leave this horrible little place now?" He asks you.

You nod and walk out with him. You walk a little closer to him than you had before, and he notices it. His arm settles around you as you both leave the building together.

It's strange how such a small incident could bring you closer to someone you never expected to. You look at Zemo and smile. You'll make the most of the time you have left with him.

@ajeff855 @moonstuffsteve @sky-writes-stuff @lieutenantn

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

New Duties

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, fuck machine, toys, tied up.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Bucky’s wife is never around as much as the maid.

Based on these drabble requests:

Bucky Barnes + “If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought.” + Maid AU + Bucky is rich and married too, but his wife is never in the house so he decide have fun with the naive maid. 

Bucky Barnes + “You really think this is over?” + Fuck machine + honestly just the reader being tied up and left with a fuck machine and some overstimulation.

Both requested by anons.

The large house was often empty when you went there. You had a key on a tag and the alarm code written on it. You showed up in your black pants and matching shirt and let yourself in as you always did. You tied on your apron and looked around as you went over the work in your head. 

It was hard not to be envious of the grandiose abode. Hard not to feel bitter at all the money spent on the place and yet it seemed the resident never enjoyed it. They hired a maid, you, to clean the table they never ate at and make the bed which was the only lived-in part of the place.

You started on the lower floor as usual. Living room, dining room, kitchen, the office, the foyer, and the parlor dedicated to a carved pool table and shelves of expensive sculptures. You climbed the stairs and set off down the hall of unused rooms. There wasn’t much more to do than dust and check that the sheets didn’t smell musty.

As you approached the master bedroom, you stopped short as the door opened and you were met by one of the elusive owners of the mansion. You saw Bucky Barnes more than his wife but your run-ins were still rare. And you’d never seen him like this. You were embarrassed and off-centre as you were surprised to find him there.

He wore only a pair of silky pajama bottoms and his hair was amess, sticking out at all angles. His muscles moved under his skin as he rubbed his eyes and smiled at you. His voice was thick with drowsiness and he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said, “thought I heard someone.”

“I didn’t know you were here, sir,” you glanced around. It was late for him to be sleeping still.

“I took the red-eye home,” he shrugged, “don’t worry about me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, you didn’t,” you chuckled nervously, “I can come back when--”

“You sure?” he batted away the last of his tiredness with his lashes and leaned on the doorframe, “you almost jumped out of your shoes.”

“Uh, yeah,” you assured him and started to turn back.

“It’s fine, I’m up now,” he stopped you, “I’m gonna have a coffee…” he caught up to you and brushed by you, facing you as he blocked your path, “bedroom is all yours.”

You fidgeted as his eyes flicked away from your face for just and instant but you didn’t think much of it as the apron hid made your figure lumpy and vague. You nodded and gave another yes, sir. He watched you until you spun back and headed for the bedroom. You felt his gaze until you slipped inside and let out your breath at the rumpled blankets. 

You heard him descend the stairs and set down your bucket of supplies. You went to the bed and fixed his side of it. You could smell his sweat on the sheets still. Then you began to wipe down the edges of the tables and inspected for any inch of imperfection.

“Looks good in here,” his voice spooked you again. Bucky stepped inside and set his tall coffee mug on the polished table beside the door. “I’m glad I caught you, I did have a special request.”

“Oh?” you stilled the cloth and twisted it in your grip. You watched his metal arm as he he rubbed his middle finger with his thumb.

“Here,” he crossed the room and waved you over, “it’s a bit of a secret but… I haven’t had the time to take care of it myself.”

You watched as he went to the bookshelf on the far wall and he reached behind the gilded globe. He spun it slightly but you could see what exactly he was doing. There was a shift and the shelf lurched forward. He carefully pushed it over until the edge met the corner and a small doorway appeared.

Your eyes rounded in confusion and he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder, “our little secret,” he said, “I figured since you’re here…”

“I… yes, sir,” you neared as he waited, his hand on the shelf, and as you stepped by him, he quickly followed, so close you could feel his body heat.

You stopped short as he flipped on the light. A red haze cast over the hidden room. You were shocked, almost laughing in disbelief as your brain spun to process what you were seeing; leather cuffs hung from the wall on one side and a leather bench sat center with similar bounds, there was even a sex swing dangling from the ceiling. You never expected that but really, you tried not to think about your clients intimate habits.

The shelf shifted behind you and the room grew dimmer, only the scarlet shadows of the tinted bulb remained. You turned back to Bucky.

“My stuff,” you pointed to the wall behind him. There was no visible mechanism and that made you nervous.

“Oh, well, you see, I haven’t had a chance to use any of this,” he shrugged and stepped closer. You inch backwards and dropped the cloth as his hands settled on your upper arms, “Ilona’s never here, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Mr. Barnes,” you winced as his vibranium hand squeezed, “I should get back to my--”

“The house is spotless. I only pay you because my wife can’t be bothered to lift a finger herself or even be around,” he said.

“Please, I should go,” you gulped, “I think you, uh, you…”

“Fine, go,” he moved out of your way and smirked at the wall, “if you want to, go.”

You looked between him and the smooth wall. You neared it and shoved on it. It didn’t move. You felt all along it, searching for anything that might trigger a response. There was nothing there.

“Can you--” you began to ask but stopped as he pressed himself to your back.

He tugged at the knot of your apron and it fell loose. His hands crawled up your back and he lifted the strap over your head. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him.

“Thought you were going,” he taunted.

“Let me out,” you tremored.

“I said go, so…” he gestured to the wall.

“I can’t--”

He snickered and pulled you with him as he walked backwards. “It’s just a little fun,” he purred, “for both of us.”

“No, I-- you’re married--”

“My wife, if you can call her that, hasn’t touched me in a year, probably more,” he pulled at the hem of your shirt, “so this is as much her decision as mine.”

“No, Mr. Barnes, I--”

“Listen,” he grabbed your jaw and loomed over you, “you can be a good little maid and do what you’re told or I can report you to the agency for stealing.”

“What, I never--”

“Maybe a few of Ilona’s necklaces go missing or a few bills out of my wallet,” he growled, “we’ll see who they believe.”

“Please--”

“It’s time you start earning that tip,” he turned and thrust you towards the low bench, “now get undressed and lay down on your stomach.”

“Mr--”

“I have a gag. I have several if you want to choose,” he warned, “even if I’d rather hear that sweet voice calling my name.”

“Why are you--”

“I won’t tell you again,” he barked as he crossed his arms and paced. 

You noticed how the front of his pants tented and you slowly neared the bench. It was all so jarring, you didn’t know what else to do but obey. You couldn’t leave and you were certain if you tried, he would lose all patience. You peeked over as his metal fist tightened and a chill went through you.

You pulled off your shirt and kept your eyes down. You rolled down your pants and took your time untying your sneakers. You hesitated to strip off your underwear but a gristly breath made you wince and you added them to the pile of clothes. 

You were cold but your flesh burned as you sensed his close attention to your every move. You got down on the bench, the leather icy against your chest, and stared at the floor. Bucky walked around behind you and framed your ass with his hands as he stood over you. He pushed your thighs apart until your legs bent over the side of the bench and the cool air tickled your cunt.

“Hmmm,” he mused as he flicked his finger along your folds, “I can’t decide what I want first.”

An overwhelming wave of panic shook you and you tried to push yourself up. His hand slapped down on the middle of your back and he held you down. He tutted and reached down to slip your wrist into a leather cuff and tightened it until you whined. He ignored your struggles as he did the same to your other arm and your ankles. You straddled the bench as he pushed himself up and groped your ass again.

“Why are you making this hard?” he asked, “you’re already spread for me.”

“Please…”

He sighed and you heard his bare feet on the floor as he marched away from you. He came back around you and knelt to force the ball gag into your mouth and buckled it behind your head. Your eyes glistened as you watched him desperately and breathed heavy through your nose.

“We have a lot to do,” he touched your chin, “you need the proper training.”

You tried to talk past the gag but it only came out as muffled gibberish and your saliva soaked the gag. 

“If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought,” he chuckled and stood, rubbing the front of his pants, “guess you’ll have to wait for it.”

He left your eye line again, even as you craned your neck around. He was quick to huff and stomp back to your. He took the collar that hung from the front of the bench and secured it around your neck so you could stare at your impossible escape.

You heard something rolling behind you and metal fasteners being loosened then tightened. His fingers scared you as he touched your cunt and felt around for your clit. He teased you until you tilted your pelvis in response. You moaned around the gag as your thighs quivered. Despite your fear, it felt wonderful.

He played with you until you were wet and then you heard the same wheels. You felt a prod at your entrance, a hard silicone tip slowly slid into you until you were full. You gasped and choked as he pulled away his hand entirely. You heard a soft click then a whir and the dildo began to move, your cunt sucking at it loudly as you grew wet around it. He reached under you and a new buzz began as he placed a vibrator against your bud.

He rounded you again, his pants were gone and his hand glied up and down his dick. He watched you with fiery eyes as you tried to hold back. The flames licked from your core and crawled along your thighs and back. You shuddered and your eyes rolled back as your voice droned sloppily as the gag made you drool.

You came in defeat and hung your head. You gasped and gulped for air and your entire body tensed and released, but he didn’t stop it. The vibe kept buzzing on your clit and he only turned the machine up so that it fucked you harder and faster. You wined and rolled your head back and forth.

Another orgasm strangled you and your muscles ached from the tension as it snapped again. You lost count as the red light glared through your eyelids and a sheen of sweat coated your body. Breathless and battered, you could only twitched as you were rocked by climax after climax.

And then it all stopped. The machine shut off and the dildo was slid out of you, your thighs sticky and sore. The vibrator stilled and slipped from under you and you groaned. There was a moment of peace as your heart slowed and then a slap across your ass made you yipe.

“You really think this is over?” Bucky asked as he got behind you and bent over you. His tip pressed against your entrance and his hot breath bristled against your scalp, “I’ve only just begun.”

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always, only, you

Pairing: Theodore Laurence/Amy March Rating: Mature || wc: ~1.5k a/n: Always loved the two of them, and I absolutely adored the 2019 adaptation, and I felt inspired to write jealous!laurie, so here we are.

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For what felt like the tenth time tonight, Laurie was staring at her from across the room, not saying a word. Amy did not look away from her vanity mirror, ignoring the feel of his eyes on her. Their party had gone well as any of their previous endeavors, and she simply wished for the happy sort of exhaustion that normally came after a successful night as hostess to sink into her bones. But instead, after the way her husband had behaved, she only wished for sleep. He had barely spoken to her during their customary waltz or at the dinner table. No kind words for her, no usual shower of compliments--only silent, sidelong looks, just as he was doing even now.

Stubbornly ignoring him, she reached up and continued pulling pins from her hair. Curl after curl fell, and as the last one tumbled down, she heard Laurie’s breath catch. A small thrill of satisfaction tripped up her spine to have finally shaken some semblance of reaction from him. Too soon, however, it died under the weight of her lingering annoyance.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” She finally asked breezily. “Or do you plan to sleep standing up?”

“I will, at the very least, take my cravat off. Still deciding where to sleep. The wall here is quite comfortable, I’ve never noticed before.”

Ignoring his dry quip, she began brushing her hair. “I thought it went well tonight. Not as much of a success as our Christmas party, but still a grand time.”

“Fred Vaughn certainly had an excellent evening.”

She paused mid-stroke, turning to face her husband. When their eyes met, his mouth twisted into a sharp mockery of a smile.

“Whatever do you mean by that?”

“I suppose any man would have had just an excellent of an evening, being so devotedly attended to by my wife.”

He said the last word softly but with such force that it seemed to shatter as it dropped into the silence between them. Slowly, Amy set down her hairbrush. Then she rose from her chair, staring at him in disbelief.

“You...you’ve behaved this way all night, because you are jealous?”

Laurie scoffed, pushing off the wall. He turned from her and shrugged off his evening jacket, then reached up and removed his cravat with short, jerky movements. Incredulous, Amy stood and approached him, her chemise swishing against the floor.

“Laurie, I paid him no more attention than I would any other friend of ours—”

“But no other friend of ours has proposed marriage to you, hmm? No others have been in love with you, have they?”

“It has been more than five years since he and I...you are being ridiculous. Laurie—”

He spun around. “Am I?”

The tinge of angry desperation in his words brought Amy up short. She swallowed down the words of her sharp retort and simply looked at her husband. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his hair was mussed. No doubt he had been running his hands through it before he had come up to bed. Instinctively, she moved towards him, resting her palms on his shoulders. She could feel the tension in them, and so she slid her hands up until they cupped his jaw. Forcing his gaze down to meet hers, she felt her breath catch again as she glimpsed something all too familiar in his eyes.

Worry that something was slipping away. Fear that something precious and so desperately wanted would be wrenched from his grasp.

This worry, this fear—she had felt it in the first years of their marriage. Despite the rings, and despite her sister’s blessing, Amy had struggled to leave her girlhood insecurities behind. In those early years, jealousy had been her constant foe. She knew Laurie and Jo were connected by threads of closeness that could not be severed. It was as incontrovertible a fact as the shape of her nose or that her sister had died too young. She had known this and said her vows anyway. She had known this and still honestly believed Laurie when he had promised to love and cherish her until death did part them. Never once had she truly thought he considered betraying his vows, and never once had she believed her sister ever wanted him to. Even so, in the infancy of their marriage she had fought this battle that she now saw raging in her husband’s eyes.

She stroked a thumb over his cheek. He closed his eyes, and let out a tired sigh.

“He made you laugh.”

Amy bit her lip to keep from smiling. “Old Mr. Rochester also makes me laugh, but I don’t see you worrying about me spending time with him.”

“I tried to make you laugh all week, and you just snapped at me every time.”

“Well, because, for example, you almost destroyed our flower arrangements--our very expensive flower arrangements--for the party in the process of trying to make me laugh. Besides, you know how I get before these events. I’m insufferable.”

She watched as his lips flexed in stifled amusement. The heavy weight on her chest lifted at the sight.

“Theodore Laurence,” she whispered. “I love you. Only you. Always have, always will.”

His forehead knocked gently into hers. “You do?”

“I do.”

“How much?” His voice was tender, rasping.

“More than those flower arrangements.” She paused for a beat. “But only just barely. Certainly not more than my blue muslin, however.”

He chuckled, the corner of his mouth kicking up. She pressed a kiss there, soft and lingering.

“Theo?”

His eyes finally opened and met hers, and the heat Amy saw reflected there made her stomach clench. He always loved it when she called him that—particularly because no one else did. It was for them. Angling his head, he let his lips drift just over hers, a breath away from touching. Anticipation shivered down her spine.

“Yes, dear?” He answered as he slid hands around her waist.

Her own hands slid down his neck, over his shoulders and down his back as she perched up on her toes to whisper in his ear, “I want my husband to take me to bed.”

He took in a sharp breath, and then his mouth was on hers, hot and claiming. His fingers dug into her sides, and she gripped his shoulders for balance. They stumbled backwards, but neither of them were paying proper attention, so Laurie ended up backing her into the wall beside her vanity instead of the bed. With each stroke of his tongue against hers, the tension inside her wound tighter, and she let out a small moan as he pressed his hips into hers. With an answering hum of pleasure, he broke the kiss and spun her around so quickly that she had to grip the wall to steady herself. His fingers unlaced her underclothes with little trouble, and she shimmied out of them hurriedly. When she faced him again, he had already made quick work of his shirt. Her hands went to his pants, fumbling with the fastenings.

“Faster, wife,” he muttered as he tried, and failed, to help. She huffed in response, unable to hide her grin any more than Laurie was able to hide his own. As she felt the fastenings finally give, she sighed in triumph. That sigh quickly turned into a moan, however, when she felt Laurie’s fingers slide over the heat between her legs. He stroked her slowly, firmly, just the way she liked. Vaguely she heard him kick off his pants, but she was too lost in the pleasure he was giving her to know for certain.

By the time Laurie positioned himself at her core, she was aching for him, and when he entered her, she let out a throaty cry of relief. He moved in and out of her in short, rough thrusts, her leg hitched over one of his arms, the other curled around her lower back for support. The friction between them wound her tighter and tighter until, with one last long slide, it peaked. He groaned and found his pleasure just as she keened and found hers. Together, they rode out the crashing wave until it was just small ripples.

As Laurie cleaned them both up, Amy focused on catching her breath. It had been a claiming, no doubt, but on both sides. She was his, and he was hers. The heat inside her had smoldered down to coals, and now suffused her with a low, satisfied burn. He stood and leaned into her once more, and she looked up at him lazily.

“Now will you take me to bed, husband?”

With a smug grin, he leaned down and kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Certainly, my dear.”

Then he grasped her hand and tugged, and she followed him gladly--always had, always would.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

Summary: your in your italian cottage you rented with Harry. You come here every year during the summer time to escape the paparazzi filled life and just enjoy the time with your little family.

Pairing: dadarry, harry styles x reader

Genre: NSFW, fluff

Warning: oral. A little dirty talk.

A/n: two kids under 5. Oldest is 4(Amelia) youngest is 2 years old (isabella). I'm only going to write a smut Because I'm nice. You won't get another for a while, sorry!

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NSFW CONTENT! BEWARE!!

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The birds chirped outside of the window of the cottage as you opened your eyes. It was around 6am and you got to Italy last night.

You were in Italy on vacation for a month, something you and harry have been doing since you started dating. It was a tradition now and you love that you can bring your kiddos here.

"good mornin'." A raspy voice said. you tilted your head looking at harry. His hair was all over the place against his pillow from the amazing sleep he just got. You smiled sleepily. "Good morning harry."

Harry leaned and gave you a quick kiss before pulling back. "Ah were in Italy." He turned his head to the ceiling. "Feels so nice." He turned back to you, he was grinning.

"it is nice to be back here." You sat up and rested your head against your hand. "I missed it, but we're back." You smiled looking over at harry who was still laying down.

"You know we haven't had our fun time since coming here." Harry sat up and gave you a seductive look. "While they're sleeping you wanna do it." Harry leaned in and kissed your lips. His hand came to your button up pajama shirt and fiddled with the buttons.

The kiss became heated as your tongue moved with each other's. Harry was on top of you within a seconds of kissing. You moaned as he reached under your shirt and messaged your breast. He ran his finger over your nipple causing you to shutter.

He pulled away from your lips to take off your shirt. He button the buttons, you sat up a little so he can pull it off. He tossed it to the floor, he turned back to you leaning down to take your left nipple in his mouth.

You moaned as you felt his tongue swirl around it. You ran your hands through his locks, lightly pulling onto it. He pulled away and turned to the right one.

Harry was loving your hands pulling on his hair. He could never get enough of that.

Harry pulled away, he looked over your body enjoying the way the sunlight splashed across your body making your skin glow.

"you're so fucking hot." He groaned out. Harry pushed the blankets over his head as he scooted down the bed. He was being cautious just in case one of your Girls decided to wake up.

He pulled your pajama pants off in one swift movement before taking your panties as well.

They were thrown on the floor with your shirt; harry wasted no time placing kisses hard enough to leave hickeys there. You looked down at him as he did, you ached for his touch.

"harry, please."

Harry pulled away. "Please what darlin?" He teased before continuing his kissing. "Please eat my pussy." You were shy as you said that. Even after years together harry still made you flustered.

Harry chuckled dryly. "With pleasure darlin'." Without a second thought he took his tongue a ran it through your fold. you Tried to choke back your moan as he did. Your eyes were tightly shut as he began to flick his tongue over your clit. "So wet for me." Harry mumbled against you. He wasted no time before flicking his tongue over your pussy again.

Harry ate you out like you were the last meal on earth. He made you shake and pant as he did. It didn't take long before you felt your orgasm draw close. Harry noticed with the way your breathing speed up.

"you're going to cum baby?" Is my tongue making you feel good?" Harry kissed the inside of your thigh before turning back to your wetness.

"yes, yes I'm going to cum."

"well than do it."

It took a few more licks before you were cumming. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Harry continued his flicking of the tongue until he knew you were down from your high.

He pulled away from you, your juice covering the area around his mouth. "Always taste good."

Harry crawled up and kissed you with tongue. You moaned before he pulled away. "Let's take a shower now and then make breakfast."

Harry agreed getting off of you. "No funny business." Harry said as he entered the connected bathroom. You laughed at him. "you're the one who always does the funny things not me."

Harry huffed. "That's not true." You rolled your eyes at him before getting out of the bed and running to the bathroom.

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Around 8am you were dressed in a pink sun dress. Harry was dressed in one of his button up and some crazy expensive jeans.

While harry got the girls up you started on breakfast. You stood in front of the stove flipping pancakes while dancing to music in to music in your head.

"mommy!" A little voice called out to you. You turned around And smiled as you saw Amelia running towards you with a smile. "Good morning princess."

You kneeled down and gave her a hug. As you hugged Amelia, harry walked in carrying a sleepy isabella.

When Amelia was done hugging you, she went and took a seat at the table waiting for her breakfast. you turned to isabella in Harry's arms. "Hi Bella. Good morning." You gave her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled before she laid her head on Harry's shoulder.

"mommy, when is breakfast going to be ready?" Amelia said with slight anger in her tone. Harry spoke up for you. "You hangry Amelia?" He walked over to the dining table and sat isabella in her high chair as he asked her. Amelia nodded hard. "Yeah, so hangry"

Harry laughed. "Well look, breakfast is done." Harry pointed to the plates you were carrying. Amelia gasped and squealed slightly. "Tank you mommy."

"you're welcome." You Chuckled. Amelia wasted no second, digging into her breakfast.

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You all ate breakfast with each other. Amelia and isabella got food all over them so you and harry gave them a bath.

Right After the bath, you got them dressed. You put them in Matching rompers harry got for them. When they were dressed all of you went outside to enjoy the italian sunshine.

Isabella and Amelia ran after each other giggling, trying to tag one another. You sat in a lawn chair with a book In your hand. Harry sat beside you, out the Corner of your eyes you can see him looking at you out the corner of your eyes. He was smiling making you smile as well. You turned your head and looked at him.

"why are you so smiley?" You asked him. Harry sat up and smoothed his shirt out. "Well... Ya'look so beautiful today in your beautiful sun dress and that view behind you."

You turned your head and looked at the hills before turning back to harry. "Thank you. You look amazing too."

Harry softly smirked. Isabella came over to you, interrupting you and harry. "Mamma can we get lemons and make lemonwade?"

You looked down at your youngest. "Well, I think that's a good idea, right daddy?" You turned to harry.

"definitely a good idea." Isabella jumped up and down on her tippy toes as you both agreed to pick lemons. "I'm going to go get a basket so we can put them in, don't pick them without me." Harry ran inside leaving you with the girls. "Mommy, I love this place."

Isabella said doing a twirl. You dryly laughed. "I love this place too. You know we're going to come here every summer for vacation."

"even if daddy is working away?" Amelia asked climbing into the Chair. As you opened your mouth to answer "you don't know, harry answered for you.

"I would never miss our summer vacations t'italy, not for the world. I love this place and love spendin' time with my favorite girls, nothing is going to change that. So don't worry about me being away ok?"

"ok daddy. I won't worry." Harry showed off his dimples by smiling at her. "Ok. Now should we pick those lemons?" He waved the basket around making sure you all knew you had it.

"yeah, come on."

Amelia took isabella's hand before skipping to the lemon trees at end of your property. You smiled as you watched them try and jump to get the lemons.

"you know I think I would like another girl." You turned to him fast.. "what?" "I said I'll like another girl."

You inhaled. "Well um I'll think about it, but there's no guarantee." You walked away from him, a smile on your face. Harry couldn't prevent the small from growing on his face. He knew there was a guarantee it could happen, I mean both girls were made there.

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Nothing better than a shitty ending. I lost my good writing ability. Hope you enjoyed tho 😂

[hispipsqueak]

Just One Time

Asahi x F!Reader - NSFW

TW: Angsty, cheating, scumbag reader, manipulation, pregnancy trapping, unprotected sex, sugar daddy Asahi, age gap (reader in mid twenties tho not specified) Asahi in 50′s, unprotected sex, daddy kink

WC: 2.5K

Summary: Asahi’s in a bad marriage and you are there to liven it up...or are you?

A/N: I woke up today and chose violence I guess. @cozykozume and @hiskittyyywrites​ read this and yelled at me so if you want to yell, I feel that. This started off as a sugar daddy Asahi fic but....we got this instead. Also I really want to hug Asahi. I apologize in advance.

All characters are 18+

It was only supposed to be one time.

Fuck.

It wasn’t even supposed to be one time.

Asahi wasn’t sure how the hell he ended up like this. You were hired to work on his show, doing makeup for the models. His job in the fashion industry put him around beautiful men and women every day, dressing them and posing them. Hell, he saw them naked and yet you, just you sitting there sipping on the glass of champagne at the after party for yet another successful campaign launch had his stomach in knots.

You smirked into your glass as you saw the older designer not so subtly watching you from across the room. Standing up you walked over to the tall man and placed a hand on his chest.

“Great show Mr. Azumane.” You smiled at him. You could feel him tense under his button up shirt.

“Uh, oh you can just call me Asahi. Y-yeah, you did an excellent job on their makeup as well. Your name is Y/N right?” 

You laughed, “Oh it’s so sweet you remembered. Most designers never pay attention to the crew...though you are certainly not like most designers.” With this, you slid your hand down his chest. “You’re so built for a fashion designer too.”

Asahi’s face reddened, and he choked on his drink.

“Uh, I uh, used to play volleyball a lot...and work out and stuff...sort of.” He stammered out and you let out another flirty giggle. 

“Clearly. You look amazing. Is there anything you can’t do?” 

Asahi was hyper aware of your hand on his chest roaming toward his bicep. Your nails grazed his skin. You gazed into his eyes and winked, before finishing your drink and putting the empty glass on the shelf behind him.

“Well...I guess I’m going to head out. Would you walk me out? I’m a little tipsy.”

The next thing you knew, you and Asahi were in the bathroom, his mouth on your neck. Your dress was tugged down below your chest and his fingers made quick work of your bra, throwing it across the room. He groped your tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples. You moaned out and he clapped his hand over your mouth.

“Shh...we can’t get caught.” His dark eyes stared into yours and yours widened.

“Of course.”

 Your eyes fell to the silver band on his left hand and your heart raced. Yes of course sleeping with an older married man was probably going to send you to hell, but fuck...it was hot.

You could see him becoming unsure, so you slid your hands to his belt, undoing it before dropping to your knees. You gazed up at him, doe-eyed and Asahi’s resolve crumbled, as he nodded. Your fingers grazed his boxer-clad member.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Can’t wait to taste you.” You whispered, pressing a kiss against his lower abs.

Asahi groaned out as you pulled out his cock, stroking him. Your other hand cupped his balls and he bit his lip to stifle his moan. Slipping him into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around the tip, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“Fuck that f-feels incredible.” Asahi’s panted out. He placed his hands above your head, nervous to put any pressure on you. You grinned.

“You can touch me. Let me take care of you daddy.” 

You took him further down your throat, and his hands fell to your hair as you bobbed up and down his cock. You moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to grip your hair tightly.

“F-fuck Y/N. You feel amazing. You’re so good.” Asahi muttered, his eyes closed. It had been so long, too fucking long since someone had worshipped him like this. Your mouth was divine and your moans caused his whole body to tremble. He could feel your throat clench around his cock, as you took him impossibly deeper and he looked down at you. Your eyes were glassy, your lipstick was smudged and you looked so incredibly lewd as you swallowed around his cock.

“Want to make you feel good. Let me have you.” Asahi grunted, pulling you up and bending you over the sink. You met his eyes in the mirror as he lined himself up with your entrance, before digging around in his slacks.

“Shit, condom. What…” He started. You giggled. 

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

You could see the hesitation in his eyes. You arched your back more and looked up at him.

“Please, daddy?”

Fuck it. Asahi sunk into you and you pressed your hand over your mouth. The stretch burned, and you felt like you were being split in half on his cock. He towered over you as he continued pushing his length into you and finally stilled to a stop.

“You okay?” He asked, seeing your body quivering in the mirror. You grinded your hips slowly as a response, stretching yourself on him. As you moved, the pain subsided until all you felt was pleasure. Seeing you work yourself on his cock had Asahi feral. His hands kneaded your ass and hips, feeling how your body begged for him and craved his touch,

“God, beautiful. You take me so well. You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered out, slowly pumping himself into you. He looked in the mirror as he fucked you, watched as your lips parted to spill moans that sounded like heaven to his ears. He could see your tits bounce with every thrust and it spurred him on even more. He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn’t be fucking a girl twenty years younger than him in a bathroom at his party but when you looked up at him in the mirror, your eyeliner running down your cheeks and begged for daddy to fuck you harder, well he could only thrust into you faster and harder.

The sound of slapping skin filled the small room, only broken up by soft pants from both of you in an attempt to keep quiet, though you were failing. You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy and felt yourself slamming towards your peak as well.

“I’m so close, so close angel.” Asahi mumbled, his hand clutching the counter so tightly you were sure it would break.

“Cum inside me, fill me up. Fuck fuck FUCK!”, you moaned out as your cunt clenched around his cock. His hips stuttered and you felt him shoot his load deep inside your hole. You could feel his cock throbbing as it filled you, and he could feel the fluttering of your pussy as it sucked every drop out of him.

The two of you collapsed in a heap on the counter, and as you cleaned yourself up, you placed a quick kiss on his cheek before sneaking out of the room. Asahi ran some cold water, splashed his face, and tried to bury the memory of this occurrence.

It was just supposed to be one time.

But when he got home to a dark house, he couldn’t help but be consumed by thoughts of you. He quietly slipped into his bedroom, praying his wife wouldn’t suspect a thing. He undressed, slipping into bed.

“Sorry I’m so late, the party ran pretty…”

“Can you just hush? I’m trying to sleep and you have to be so loud.” his wife snapped, turning her back to him.

Asahi mumbled a soft apology, and placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Asahi, seriously I’m not in the fucking mood, can you just go to bed?” She shrugged him off. He turned to stare at the ceiling.

It was just one time...right?

Days passed and he tried to push past the guilt he felt by going out of his way for his wife. He set up a reservation for a fancy dinner at an exclusive restaurant in the city, The owner had a daughter who was apparently a big fan of Asahi’s designs so he was able to pull some strings and get a table. 

“Hey honey, I got us reservations for dinner tonight. You can wear that pretty red dress I like.” He smiled at her. She didn’t look up from her phone.

“I hate that dress. Why are we even going out? That place is ridiculously expensive.” 

Asahi felt his face get hot.

“W-well okay, what would you like to do tonight?”

Still fiddling with her phone, she shrugged.

“Why do we have to do anything? We aren’t young people. God, you don’t get enough partying with your little fashion stuff?” 

Asahi looked down at the floor.

“The place was pretty hard to get in. We really should go.” He stammered out, hoping she would change her mind.

She yawned. “Can’t you just take someone from work or something?”

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That was how one time turned to two.

Asahi couldn’t help it. You were so...fun. You hung onto his every word, asking him questions and laughing at his jokes. Your hands were always on him, his thighs, his arms, his chest. You looked at him like he hung the moon.

In turn, he loved spoiling you, lavishing you with high fashion pieces, unreleased from his collection. His guilt for not spending all his time with you led to him making up for it in material goods, which you definitely didn’t mind.

And the sex. God the sex.

You worshipped his cock, begged for him to ruin you. You were adventurous, letting him take control of you, teasing him in public, your fingers grazing his cock through his slacks, shooting him flirty looks as he blushed furiously.

Two times turned into five times, which soon led to a full blown affair. Asahi “worked late” so often, he was sure he’d be caught, but his house was always dark when he came home, his wife in bed asleep.

Yet, his phone had pictures of you, pictures you had taken in his clothes, in the lingerie he bought you that cost more than some people’s entire outfits.

His body still thought about you, the faces you made as you pleaded for his cock. He could imagine the chanting of “daddy” that fell from your lips as he fucked you brainless. Many nights, like tonight, he headed to his shower just to jack off to pictures and videos of your escapades. Your breathy moans filled his ear buds as he gripped the wall, imagining your writhing body underneath him, your warm cunt clamping down on his cock instead of his hand.

He came with a groan, cum splattering on the tile wall. Breathing hard, he turned the hot water on full blast.

Coming down, he watched the water wash his mess down the drain. He hated this feeling, the aftermath of his actions. Knowing his wife was asleep in the next room while he was getting off to his side piece. What kind of man was he? Yes, things had been not so great with his wife recently. But he still loved her...right?

Even if he didn’t want to answer that question and unpack that whole mess, she deserved respect. Not a husband who snuck around behind her back. He had to decide.

His eyes cast themselves down to his wedding band. It felt heavy on his hand.

He had to end things with you.

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“Y/N, we need to talk.” Asahi’s voice shook, as he sipped his glass of water. The two of you were at his studio, a place he knew his wife would never be at. He hadn’t wanted to be in public when he broke the news to you so he invited you over, though now he was a little nervous to be alone with you.

“Asahi, I feel the same way.” You looked at him, biting your lip.

He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. This was fun but I feel terrible and I really need to work things out with my wife…”

Your eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about?” There was an edge to your voice, something he hadn’t heard coming from you.

Asahi’s dark eyes widened. “U-uh, this affair? We need to end it. Isn’t that what you meant?” His voice stammered as he watched your arms cross over yourself.

“Asahi, I’m pregnant.”

The room started spinning. The overhead lighting became harsh and he felt like he was underwater as those words repeated in his brain.

Pregnant....pregnant...pregnant

“Wh- what?! What about the pill?” He practically yelped, his face heating up. 

“It didn’t work I guess. I’m carrying your baby...and you’re trying to leave me?” You asked, your voice rising as you stood up. 

“I’m not trying to, I mean, I’m, I…” Asahi fumbled his words.

“You just said you want to work things out with ‘your wife’.” You spat the words out in disgust.

“I didn’t know you were pregnant! Are you...are we…?” He trailed off, looking at your stomach, which obviously had no visible changes and yet had visibly changed everything.

“Are you asking me if I’m keeping our baby?” Your eyes widened and Asahi could feel your anger seeping through the air. He quickly shook his head, desperately trying to diffuse the situation.

“No, no I’m n– I just meant...what should I do?” Asahi’s mouth went dry. His body felt like it was going to explode and he wanted the earth to swallow him, anything to get him out of this situation.

“You’re going to help me raise our child, Asahi. It’s our baby.” Your voice was cold. No longer the carefree, fun person he knew but instead a disconnected stranger, who he was now tied to forever.

Asahi put his head in his hands. He was ruined. His marriage was over. And now he was a father, at the ripe old age of 50 to a 20-something year old’s baby. This couldn’t be happening.

He felt your hands touch his shoulder and he looked up at you. Your eyes glittered with a look he couldn’t identify. 

“We have some announcements to make, don’t we daddy?” You smiled at him. He stared into space, before taking your hand and following you out the door.

Your heart soared as you prepared on how to tell his wife that she’d be moving out. Maybe you weren’t pregnant yet, but he didn’t have to know that. It’s not like you wouldn’t be soon enough.

After all, it was never just one time. 

[taelonsamada]

Snippet Sunday - Tarnished Truths

Good morning, darlings! Yes, I am back to annoy you with more bits from my most recent work, because it is so much fun writing these two lol Tagging @solclaw @lovelylonerliterature & @sealriously-sealrious this time around because I crave more peeks into all y’alls wonderful writing ❤️

Anywho, have a bit from a more dramatic moment involving my boys lol

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Both of them held their breath as they waited in the dim room, listening to the pounding footsteps and raised voices that raced back and forth on the other side of the door. Felix held his breath as the doorknob rattled, wincing as the door shook a couple times from someone slamming into it repeatedly.

Then someone else yelled at whoever was trying to get in, and they moved on with a curse. The shifter continued holding his breath until all footsteps disappeared from earshot, letting it out in a slow, careful exhale. Looking over at where Tobias sat on the floor, he flashed him a relieved grin and a thumbs up.

“We’re not in the clear yet, but we’ve got some time to catch our breath and figure out a plan.” He whispered as he walked over, shoving the stolen gun into his belt at the small of his back and crouching down in front of the seer. “Let me see that leg.”

“What?”

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I’m not an idiot, I saw you go down. Gimme.” 

Felix stared at Tobias without blinking, smirking when the seer scowled and gave in, turning to face him properly with a wince. Nodding at the sight of the dark spot spreading across the navy blue pants, he hummed softly, holding his calf gently in both hands to look his leg over. “Are these expensive pants?” He asked, fighting back a larger grin at the confused look he got.

“No, wh - Hey!” The sound of ripping fabric filled the room as Felix tore the bloody fabric, exposing the deep gash that tore through his thigh just above his knee.

“Oh, hush, you said they weren’t expensive.” He chided, tearing the fabric back a bit more and taking hold of his leg again. “Mmm… well, I’m not a healer, but I don’t think you’re in danger.” He muttered, setting his leg down and tugging his jacket off, spreading it out on the floor next to Tobias. Straightening with a wince, he strode over to one of the nearby shelves to start digging through the contents. “Good thing this is a hospital.”

Walking back over, he flashed a grin at Tobias as he spread out the supplies he’d grabbed onto his jacket. “Don’t worry, I’ve been told I have a very gentle touch.” The eyeroll he got in response made him feel better about the oracle’s mental state.

Flopping down onto the floor beside the other man, he picked up his leg and draped his thigh over the shifter’s crossed legs, pulling back the torn fabric once more. “If we can get to Argent soon enough, she can probably close this up without a scar, as long as we get it properly cleaned and dressed. You’re gonna need stitches til then, though.” He warned, all playful banter and snark disappearing as he looked the wound over once more. 

It was shallow enough that while it was bleeding steadily, the rate was slow. None of the important veins he knew were in the thigh had been damaged. It still took up a fair bit of cloth and gauze before he had it cleaned up enough to start stitching it closed. 

Tobias was watching him intently as he threaded the needle, and he found himself trying not to sweat under the high level of focus he was being given. Eventually he looked up at him, waiting, and let out a quick breath at the nod he got. 

He had to give the seer credit for only twitching slightly with the first few stitches. Felix knew personally how much they could suck. Normally he would be talking to him through the process to try and distract him, but he didn’t want to risk alerting anyone who was still looking for them. 

The shifter would never admit it out loud, but he was also doing his best to concentrate at the moment on keeping the stitches neat and lined up the way Argent taught him. Not because such a task was difficult, but because Tobias’ leg was tensing and shifting under his hand, and being able to feel the strong muscle flexing was conjuring up thoughts and images that he most definitely should not be having at the moment…