#he keeps pulling at his shirt to scratch at his chest and neck and 1 now i understand why he ruins his shirt necklines and 2

[badnewswhatsleft]

(x) it's a good thing i've already listened to this podcast episode cus i am not paying attention like this

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑫𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎*

Pairing: Jisung x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Back scratches, Oral(F), Creampie, Unprotected Sex, that’s it? Talks about multiple rounds. Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings.

Find Request Here (Prompts from my list used: 1. “you drive me crazy” 28. “Do you like them?”)

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Cuddled up in bed you sighed contently, you kissed Jisungs cheek making him smile. Today you both had off and it was spent enjoying each other’s company and taking much needed relaxing time.

You cuddled up closer to him kissing his cheek again. He flashed you another smile before cupping your face pulling you into a loving kiss. As he kissed you he moved himself over top of you. He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting past your lips as he lapped at yours. His hands roamed your body lifting up the loose shirt you had on.

His hands drifted over your soft stomach, up your body to your chest. He kneaded the soft skin of your breast before softly pinching at your nipples. He pulled away from the kiss, kissing down your jaw line to your neck. He left small nips at your neck as he fondled your breast. His hand leaving them roaming down further. Finally reaching to your clothed cunt only a thin piece of fabric covering yourself. His fingers pressed against your clit he smirked against your skin feeling a wet patch already had formed.

He kissed down your body pushing your shirt up enough that he could kiss your breast. He sucked at your nipples as his fingers now pinched at your clit. “My beautiful angel” he said softly. He started to kiss down your body once more licking at your cunt through the fabric. “May I?” He said with a grin.

You nodded “you may” you said with a giggle. He shot you a smile back before pulling your panties down. He pulled your thighs open keeping them there as he kissed both sides. He kissed down one thigh getting so close to your core only to turn to the other thigh and doing the same thing.

You whined needed him to actually do something. You were met with another smile he knew full well what you were whining for. He kissed the top of your cunt before moving down. Flattening his tongue he left a long drag up your folds before harshly sucking at your clit.

Your hips bucked up at the sensation moaning out a soft ‘fuck’. Jisung sucked on your sensitive bud, letting his tongue glide down to taste all of you. He loved eating you out, he could do it for hours if you’d let him. He enjoyed knowing he could get you off just with his tongue. However as your noises got louder full of need he became needy himself. Bringing his hands down to strip himself of his shorts and boxers. His lips never leaving your sweet cunt. He kissed up your body making you whine once more in the absence of his tongue.

He kissed you almost desperately, his cock poking at your entrance. “I love you beautiful” he said pulling away. His gaze a bit glassed over as he peered down at you.

“I love you to Ji” you said breathily.

He slowly pushed into you watching your face contort in pleasure only for his head to fall back. The feeling of your warm walls squeezing him so tightly had his head rolling. His pace started off slow taking you all in. No matter how many times you two were intimate like this it always felt like the first time. The love you had for one another only intensified the feeling of love making.

He leaned down kissing at your neck his pace quickening a bit as he was getting lost in the feeling already. He felt so deep, so big. His cock was hitting your cervix so perfectly. You couldn’t help yourself your hands flying to his back digging your nails into it. Leaving scratches down his back as he fucked into you.

He groaned loudly eyes rolling back feeling your nails digging into him. “F-fuck!” He said with another groan. His pace quickened like he was fucking into you somehow deeper. Hips smacking against yours as the air filled with the sounds of skin smacking and your moans. Your walls clenched tightly around him feeling your high about to crash over you. His hands instinctively came down to toy with your clit. “Gonna cum already beautiful?” He said with honey dripping from his voice.

“Yes- fuck- jisung!” You screamed nails digging even harder into his back. He thrusted harder into you, his fingers moving against your flit with his thrusts. Your high washed over you hard, legs clamping around him pulling him closer. He leaned down kissing you sloppily.

“Y/n ah- fuck you’re driving me crazy you know that? God- you feel so fucking good. You’re all mine you know that? All fucking mine.” He moaned out. Your walls still clenching so tightly around him from your high. You moaned out loudly your eyes watered in pleasure. You felt another orgasm rushing over you stronger this time. Your body shook at the pleasure nails digging even deeper into his back.

“So close already beautiful hmm? You just came” he said teasingly.

“Just feel s’good” he moaned out.

“Yeah baby? Tell me how good I feel, tell me how good I’m making you feel” he babbled.

“S’good, so fucking good- you feel so fucking big ji so- ah- so deep” you rambled.

He let out something that almost akin to a growl. He pulled out before pushing back in his high so close. “Gonna- gonna let me fill you?” He groaned out.

“Yes- jisung please! Cum inside! Fuck- ah gonna! I’m gonna cum!” You whined out.

“Me- me too- fuck baby you’re all mine. All fucking mine baby” He said his body lying on top of you. His arms wrapped around your body pulling you as close as possible. He kissed your neck licking at the sensitive skin. “Cumming!” You both moaned in unison.

You both came hard body’s shaking panting trying to catch breaths. His thick cum coating your walls. He held onto you rubbing your body as to bring you back down to earth. He clutched your face kissing you softly smiling against your lips. “Y/n. I love you.” He said.

“And I love you jisungie” you said back.

After a few moments jisung got up to grab something to clean you both up with. When he was in the bathroom you heard him chuckle. “You really marked me up” he said coming back out.

“Yeah? You like them?” You teased.

“Y- yeah- it’s honestly really hot” he admitted before coming down to clean you up. He looked up at you with a smirk “so what do I have to do to get those marks on my chest too” he said.

“Come find out Ji” you teased.

The rest of the night was filled with love making and more marking. Jisung couldn’t deny the proudness he felt having all your marks all over him. Knowing if anyone saw them they’d know how good he makes you feel. The night ended how it started though. Cuddled up to one another after a long shower.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Summer Breeze 1

Was gonna be a drabble roulette. Fuck me, I can't do this right, can I?

Warnings: age gap (reader is 22, Andrew is mid 40s), dad's friend, Andy being Andrew, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

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You push yourself up from the air mattress, feeling the floor through the deflating cushion. You grumble and yawn as you rub your eyes. You stand up, the loose tank clinging to your stomach as you tug the hem of your shorts from the crease of your thigh. 

You don’t lament your accommodation. You know you’re a last-minute addition to the trip. The place is a bit crowded and you’re just happy to not be laid out in the dirt. Still a free vacation is a free vacation. You won’t complain for it. 

You stretch and pad to the door, careful not to disturb the bodies sleeping in the dual bunk beds. You’ve never been to a cottage before. This place is nicer than your house. Even if it’s a bit cramped. 

Your dad always complained about the mortgage and now you know why. He’s struggling to make his monthly payments and keep you in school, meanwhile the neighbour has a whole second house by a lake. You feel worse for your meagre contributions. Your part-time job won’t get your dad his own beach house. 

As you get to the door, you jump at the loud snort the cuts the air. Jacob rolls over and throws his arm over his face. He’s been at it all night. Him and his friends who crowd onto the single mattresses.

You get along but you’re not exactly a part of his usual gang. It was your dad’s idea to come up. You know he forgot it was his turn to have you for the summer. The awkward getaway is better than dealing with another of your mother’s boyfriends. 

Your weight creaks in the floor as you come down the hall and you stop short at the unexpected figure stood before the open windows. You hug yourself as wind blows in from over the water. You stare at Mr. Barber’s broad shoulders as he stands shirtless as he stares out at the morning landscape. 

You should go back. You’re always the first one awake at the sleepover. You lean back on your heel and the floor whines loud enough to give you away. You cringe. 

“Burton--” Mr. Barber grits as he glances over his shoulder, cutting himself short as he sees you. He turns to face you completely and coughs, “sorry, I thought you were your father.” 

“Um, no, sorry Mr. Barber, I was just... awake,” you utter dumbly. 

“Andy,” he corrects you. 

“Right, Andy,” you echo nervously, “I’ll just--” you point with your thumb over your shoulder. 

“It’s fine, I... I--” he stops and looks down at himself. He wears only a pair of shorts, “shoot, I--” he clears his throat and searches around, pulling on the button up hung over one of the dining chairs, “got a bit hot.” 

You notice the couch is all made up; crumpled blankets and a wrinkled pillow.  

“Your dad’s in my room. He had a bit too much fun with the beer,” he sniffs.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you rub your neck. That’s not unusual. 

“You drink coffee?” He asks as he comes forward, “you college girls still have caffeine without all that whip and syrup?” 

You frown at the insinuation. He’s one of those; ‘in my day’, though you sense a flavour of misogyny too. You shrug. 

“I don’t drink coffee,” you answer as he nears, “I’ll have some water and lemon, if you have it.” 

“Lemon water,” he grumbles as he brushes closely, “you on a diet?” 

You squint and let out a scoff, “no.” 

He’s quiet as he looks in the fridge and takes out a large pitcher. His cheek ticks as he thinks, “not that you need to be on one... sorry.” He pours you a glass and slides it to the end of the counter, “no lemons.” 

“That’s fine,” you accept the glass. 

“Well, I was gonna say,” he scratches his beard as he backs up, his shirt still open, revealing his furry chest, “coffee always tastes better out on the dock but... you don’t drink coffee.” 

“Mm,” you hum, “well, thanks for the water. If you don’t mind, I might go out anyway.” 

He nods as he turns, popping open a cupboard to search out the canister of coffee. You linger, waiting for any response. He peels the lid off the container and glances over. His blue eyes makes you shiver. You don't know him very well, he only just moved in your first year of college. Your dad likes him but your his friends never want much to do with you. 

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering--” you begin. 

“Don’t mind,” he answers, “the company, that is.” He turns back to fill the machine and lets out a sigh, “not used to a full house anymore and I don’t think your dad will be up soon enough to share the pot.” He loads the filter and closes the lid on the percolator, “or the others...” 

“Probably not,” you agree. 

He peeks over again as he fills the carafe. You’re suddenly very aware of your own attire, or lack thereof. The loose tank, the floral shorts with the untied drawstring. You sip from the glass and give a sheepish smile. 

“Anyway, I need some fresh air,” you inch away as tap your fingertips on the side of the glass, “maybe I’ll see a few loons before they fly off.” 

His brows rise and fall and he turns his focus back to the sink. He shuts off the water and turns to the machine. You leave him, eager to be away from the tension of your unexpected encounter. On second hand, this is just as awkward as dealing with one of your mother’s random hookups. 

[spaceessiren]

Noise Complaints (pt. 2)

Pairing: Wolverine/Logan Howlett x AFAB! reader

Word count: 4k (was originally 8k but i felt i went overboard so i shortened it LOL)

Summary: Steamy shower sex w logie

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI, shower sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), size kink, reader is shorter than logan, reader has hair, hair pulling, biting, scratching, oral sex (m receiving), fingering

a/n: hi!! this is a continuation of my last fic, you dont need to read it but i feel like this one would make much more sense if u read the other one first. as i said last time i am new to writing fanfic, especially smut, so respectful, constructive criticism is always appreciated! if i left out any warnings or made any errors pls lmk! thank u!! hope u enjoy :) read pt. 1 here

He continues up the stairs with you in his arms, holding you against his firm chest and keeping you from escaping. Giving into his much stronger grip, you wrap a hand around one of his biceps and squeeze the flexed muscle.

“Hmm… I like these. So strong, Lo.” You smirk up at him. You look up at him from where he holds you against his chest with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. He chuckles as he feels your hand around his bicep, and carries you down the hallway towards the bathroom, his strides longer and stronger as he holds you with ease.

“Yeah, Darlin'? You like my arms? Strong enough to lift you up like you weigh nothin', huh?” He looks down at you as you look up at him, seeing the way you were biting your bottom lip and humming at the sight.

“Love how strong you are, Lo. You should pick me up more often…” You trail off and wink at him. He smirks and shakes his head in mock disbelief at you

“Oh, should I? Just so you have an excuse to feel me up, yeah? That why you love it so much?” He teases with a raised eyebrow as he steps through the doorway into his en-suite bathroom. You bat your eyelashes and squeeze his arms again, giggling. He smiles at your laugh, the feeling of you squeezing his arms again makes him hum lowly in response.

“Yeah, princess, I think that’s why you love it so much. But don’t you worry, you can feel me up whenever you want.” He says lowly, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

You flush at his words and feel him place you against the counter in the bathroom and he turns to turn the shower on. Letting the water run to let it heat up, he turns again and faces you. He leans over you, his arms on either side of you as he starts nibbling and sucking on your neck again. He stays like that for a few minutes, listening to your soft hums as he continues to nip and lick at your skin, wanting to leave you marked up and bruised as a sign to the world that you were his.

You push against him, whining playfully. “Logan… How am I ever gonna cover these? Everyone’s gonna know what they’re from.” He chuckles against your skin and hums in response, continuing to suck on the skin gently, leaving a hickey.

“Hmmm, I know. Tha’s the point, Darlin’. Want everyone to know you’re mine.” He pulls away, pausing to admire his handiwork on your neck. You groan and throw your head back, giving in to the feeling of his plush lips against your skin.

“M’ yours, Lo” You whimper.

A low, possessive growl rumbles from his chest.

“You’re mine, Darlin’. ‘M gonna make sure every person in this whole fuckin’ town knows it.” You moan lightly and push him away to hop off the counter. You take the hem of your shirt in your hands to pull it over your head. You then reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the ground. You unbutton your pants and pull them down over your thighs along with your scanty underwear.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower, babe,” you say turning to face the glass doors of the shower. You turn back to look at him over your shoulder to give him a seductive smile, “You coming?”

He was completely distracted by you undressing in front of him, his eyes roaming and taking in your body as each piece of clothing came off. He was silent, completely and utterly entranced by the sight of you naked in front of him. Your smile over your shoulder at him snapped me out of it, my eyes meeting yours and seeing the heat and desire behind them*

“Mmm, yeah Darlin’, I’m coming. I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

You giggle and turn back away from him, stepping onto the cool tile of the shower floor and ducking your head under the water. You glance over at Logan and see him peeling his shirt up and over his head, his dogtags jingling around his neck from the movement. He unbuttons his jeans and slides them off along with his boxers before stepping into the shower with you under the warm water.

Your eyes trail over his body, entranced by the sculpted muscles. You run your hands over his pecs and abs, your sight following the lines of his abdomen, down the ‘v’ of his hips and the patch of hair trailing lower and lower as your gaze rests on the site of his cock standing at attention. You bite your lip and clench your thighs together.

“Shit Logan…” you trail off at the sight of his length, much bigger than you had imagined.

He lets out a low rumble as your hands roamed over his chest and pecs, his abs flexing as your touch sent sparks of heat through him.

“Like what you see, hm?” He teases. You gaze up at him, breaking eye contact with his cock to glance between his eyes nervously.

“God Lo- I could feel you were big earlier but I didn’t think you were gonna be this big”

Pride flares in his chest at your words. He smirks down at you mischievously and grips your hips in his hands, pulling you against his body and holding you there tightly.

“How big did you expect me to be, Princess?” Your breath hitches at the feeling of his big hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Knew you were gonna be big but fuck—Don’t know if it’s gonna fit.” He lets out another hum of satisfaction at your reaction, slowly sliding his hands up your body and to your shoulders. He leans down low so his lips are next to your ear, his tone low and gruff.

“You want to find out?”

You moan at his words and pull him down for a chaste kiss.

“Yes,” You whimper against his lips, the feeling of his stubble scratching against your skin providing a delicious burn. “Wanna feel you Logan…”

He lowers his face to meet yours, lips colliding in a passionate but slow kiss. You can feel yourself growing more and more needy, the heat in your core growing the longer his body was pressed to yours. He deepens the kiss, his skillful tongue running over yours in almost a frenzy. He grips your hip tight with one hand while the other reaches behind you to grab at one of your asscheeks.

You whimper against his lips as you run your hands down the plane of his built chest and abdomen. You teasingly scratch your nails against the ridges of his abs as your trail your fingers lower, feeling his breath hitch slightly at the pleasure-pain of your nails scraping against his skin. You let out a groan once you reach his length, feeling it hot and heavy in your palm as you start a slow pace of stroking him.

“Tell me what you like Lo…. Wanna make you feel good”

At your words, he reaches one hand down to cover yours, gripping his cock tighter and setting a faster pace. He breaks away from the kiss for a moment, panting against your lips. His head drops against the cool tile of the shower wall, a moan rippling from his throat.

“Fu-uck baby” he encourages, “just like that Darlin’... don’t stop...”

You step closer to him to wrap your unoccupied arm around his neck to pull him down slightly. You plant gentle teasing kisses to the column of his throat, licking and sucking to elicit more of his sounds. His length pulses in your hand as you pump him, slowly increasing the pace as he pants against your shoulder. His hips buck into your closed fist as you swipe your thumb over his tip to collect the precome that gathers there, paying a bit more attention to his swollen head on a particular flick of your wrist. You smirk against his neck, loving how you were making him unravel from just your hand.

“Feel good baby?” He just groans, his head becoming fuzzy from the pleasure. Running your thumb across the ridge of his tip, continuing to pump him at the pace he set, you can’t help but bite your lip and cross your legs a little tighter, trying to gain some friction to alleviate the slick pooling between your thighs. You unravel your other arm from around his neck and reach down to cup him, moaning lightly at the small involuntary thrusts of his hips at your actions.

“Shit- Darlin’— you keep doing that and I ain’t gonna last long.” He groans lowly, his head falling back against the shower wall again. He’s doing all he can to hold on, not wanting to bust again before even making it inside you. You grin against the skin of his neck knowing you’re making him fall apart in your hands. You duck your head and continue your trail of kisses over his chest and down his abdomen, licking and nipping as you go until you’re kneeling in front of him, still keeping a steady rhythm with your hand.

“Wanna taste you, Lo”

“Christ, Princess- look at you, so fuckin’ pretty f’me.” His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded as he stares down at you kneeling in front of him, nearly unraveling at the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes. “Yeah baby, you can taste- go on,”

You dart your tongue out to lick teasingly at his tip, moaning at the salty taste hitting your tongue. You look up at him as you place wet, open mouthed kisses from his base to his tip, running your hands over his thighs and hips at the same time. He lets out a hiss at the contact of your wet, hot tongue running against his throbbing cock, fighting the urge to grab your head and slam you down until your nose hits his base.  He’s completely powerless against you, his hands gripping your shoulders to keep himself upright, his knees almost buckling at your skillful mouth.

“Fuck baby, so fuckin’ good,” He pants, “Knew you’d be good with that pretty mouth of yours”

You continue leaving kisses and kitten licks all around his length, watching him grow more and more desperate above you. You take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around him before closing your lips and sucking. You take him as deep into your mouth as you can, gagging slightly at the feeling of his cock bulging against the back of your throat.

The sounds leaving him become more desperate and guttural than before, gasping and gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you continue working him with your mouth. He looks down at you on your knees in front of him, bucking into your mouth further at the sight of your looking up at him. You reach a hand out to cup him again, massaging his sack while you pump him at a fast pace and your mouth works skillfully around his length.

His head falls back again as he lets out a groan, feeling himself grow closer and closer. Needing to be inside you before he comes down your throat, he grips your hair tight in his fist, pulling you off of him and guiding you up to your full height. You give him a confused look before he grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips to yours. His movements are messy, heated and animalistic as he nips at your lips and his teeth clash against yours messily. He slides his hands down your back, grabbing the plush of your ass in his hands and squeezing before breaking away slightly to pant against your lips.

“As much as I love that fucking mouth baby,” He pants, his chest heaving, “Need to fuck you—need’a feel you squeezin’ me” You moan at his filthy words, clenching around nothing in an attempt to sooth the ache in your core.

“Logan… need you s-so bad. Please….” One of your hands resting against his chest reaches up slightly to grab his dogtags and pull him against you again, lips meeting in a frenzied kiss. One of his hands trails from your ass along your waist, teasing his fingertips against your lower stomach and down to the crease of your thigh. His fingers ghost lower, the pad of his thumb pressing lightly against your swollen clit. You gasp at the contact, finally relieving some of the ache between your legs. He teases two of his fingers lower, swiping through your folds, feeling the slick that gathered at your entrance. He groans at the feeling of your wetness against his fingers, loving how needy you were for him. He had barely touched you yet and you were already soaked.

“All this for me, sweetheart?” He smirks against your lips, feeling your back arch at his touch he dips his fingers into your entrance while his thumb lazily strokes your clit.

“Please, Logan,”

You groan and throw your head back as his fingers slowly tease you with his light touches. He ducks his head to kiss up and down your neck while his other hand massages your breast. His chest rumbles with a low hum, his tongue tracing along your neck, wanting to leave marks and wanting to show the world that you were his.

“So fuckin’ wet for me baby, shit— feel so good already”

You whimper at the praise, loving the filthy words coming from his mouth. His fingers dipping deeper into you makes your breath hitch. He pumps his fingers at a lazy pace, making you whine and whimper against him desperately. He tweaks one of your nipples between his fingers, and quickly ducks his head to flick his tongue against the sensitive buds. Whines and whimpers continue to leave you as he pumps his fingers faster inside you, feeling yourself grow more desperate for your release.

“More… need more, please Lo—"

“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me. Gotta use your words f’me baby”

“Want your fingers …faster please” You barely recognize the words coming from your mouth as he turns you into a babbling mess from his touch. The feeling of his fingers dipping into you and curling against that spot deep inside makes you buck your hips and moan.

He continues to leave kisses and marks on your neck, while his fingers start moving faster, wanting you to feel as good as possible. His thumb returns to your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure to have you arching and whining against his chest.

“I got you, Darlin’. Jus’ keep making those sounds for me, tell me how good it feels.” His voice is low and gravelly as he talks you through his actions. His voice, his arms, his fingers, his everything feels suffocating as he brings you closer to the edge. You clench around his fingers at a particular thrust, hitting the spot that has your head spinning and your eyes shutting tightly from the pleasure. He chuckles, low and teasing in your ear, knowing he has you right where he wants you.

“There she is. Right there, huh baby?”

“Yes-s Logan! God, so fucking good,” you’re nearly screaming at this point, the heat in your core growing stronger and tighter as he continues rubbing against your clit and pumping his fingers deep in your soaking cunt.

“Say my fuckin’ name, Darlin’, “ He growls into your ear, licking the shell and biting your earlobe. “Want everyone to know who makes you feel this good”

"Shit—Logan!” you throw your head back and moan loudly at his hot breath against your neck. He moves his free hand up to hold you against him tighter as he thrusts his fingers faster and harder, needing you to come undone for him.

“Doin’ so good. You’re almost there, baby. Make a mess f’me.”

You claw at his shoulders, the pleasure overwhelming as your release grows closer and closer. His praise sends bolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You can feel him pumping his fingers into you at a steady pace, his thumb still on your clit, sending your body into overdrive as your orgasm creeps closer. Your climax washes over you in waves, and you have to lean against his chest to keep you upright. Clenching tightly around his fingers, your thighs shake with the force of your release

“Fuck Logan- so fucking good… holy shit” You pant against his chest and he rubs soothing circles on your back, grounding you.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder, needing to be against any part of you that he can. Coming down from your high, you grasp his wrist in your hand and pull it from between your legs, guiding his hand to your mouth. You dart your tongue out to taste yourself on his fingers, giggling at his shocked expression. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open as he watches you, mesmerized.

You pop his fingers from your mouth and sigh, “Want you to fuck me Lo… “

He wraps his arms around the back of your thighs, bending slightly to reach you. His biceps flex against you as he hoists you up so your legs wrap around his waist. You yelp slightly, not expecting to be lifted off the ground. He turns to press your back against the wall, his hips meeting yours with the way he holds you against him.

“You want me to take you like this?” Your head thumps lightly against the wall as you throw it back in a moan at his words. You can feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance as he rocks against you.

“God—yes, give it to me… cant wait … need you like this right now, Lo,”

“So needy for me,” he groans against your neck, pulling himself up to slot his lips against yours in a heated kiss. “Fuckin’ take it then baby.”

You nearly scream as you feel him sheath himself inside your slick heat in one quick thrust. Your eyes well with tears as he stretches you, clawing at his shoulders while he stills inside of you, letting you adjust to his thickness

“Fuck! S-so big-“ you moan.

“Fuuuck, Sweetheart, feel so good around me. So fuckin’ tight f’me” he groans against your lips, nipping at the bottom one before kissing you again. You clench tightly around him, thighs shaking lightly from the overwhelming feeling of him inside. The burn from the stretch slowly dissipates and you feel yourself needing more.

“Y-you can move lo,” you mewl, relishing in the feeling of him sliding out until just the fat tip of his cock was kissing your entrance, your head tilts back and you moan wantonly. He pulls almost all the way out, and teases you with his tip, and just as you were about to whine, he slams back inside with a forceful thrust, nearly knocking the breath from your chest.

He drills into you at a brutal pace, his huge hands splayed against your thighs and ass, tugging you closer with every thrust. Your arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as he growls against your neck at the twinge of pain. One of your hands threads through his hair and you pull at it, forcing his head back so that you can lick and nip at the sensitive skin of his neck. Another animalistic moan leaves his throat as you pull his locks, only driving him to thrust into you harder.

“Logan! Oh fuck—" You feel the head of his cock brush your cervix with each thrust, driving you insane. You cry out when he trails a hand between your bodies to thumb at your sensitive nub

“Feels good doesn’t it? Tell me how good I make you feel baby, say my fuckin name.” he growls, his breathing comes out as ragged gasps as he thrusts into your tight, wet, heat. The steam from the hot water only adding to the intensity of your rendezvous.

“Shit—oh fuck, Logan! G-God, so good!” you’re crying into the crook of his neck, tears pool in your waterline at the immense amount of pleasure, his thrusts not letting up. He adjusts his grip on your thighs, pulling you up a little bit higher on his waist. You clench around him as he hits your sweet spot over and over with this new angle.

“There! Shit—gonn-ah! Gonna cum—!” He feels you grind down onto his length, meeting his thrusts. Your cunt gripping him with force as he pounds into you, bringing you closer to the edge of your release.

“You gonna come for me? You close, Darlin’?” he rasps, his hips beginning to falter as he nears his own climax.

You nod your head, not able to speak with the band of pleasure in your core winding tighter and tighter with each forceful buck of his hips into you.

“C’mon Princess, come for me. Come on my cock baby” he grunts as his thrusts become sloppy and ragged. “Fuck—I’m close Darlin’”

“Come with me Lo. Want you to come inside..” you breathe into his ear, nibbling his earlobe and licking a stripe down the expanse of his neck before sinking your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder.

“Want me to come in you, Darlin’? You wan’ me to fill you up?” His filthy words almost send you over the edge. You shiver against him and clench hard around his length, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Shit!” you pant, “Fuck yes Logan… fill me up- Fuck! Make me yours—"

Your third orgasm crashes over you, no less intense than the previous two. It lights you up from the inside out. Your vision goes hazy as you clench around his thick cock. You moan against him as you feel his length twitch inside you and thick ropes of his release paint your insides. Your legs tremble with the force of your release, and you scream his name, not caring who might hear. He continues to thrust into you slowly, riding out your orgasms together.

He groans deeply, taking him a moment to collect himself before he pulls you away from the wall. Your body is spent and your legs feel like mush, so he holds you upright as your knees buckle under your weight.

You drop your head against his shoulder as he continues holding you up, feeling his length softening inside you as you both try to catch your breath.

“Holy…. shit… “You breathe, still panting against his chest.

A chuckle rumbles in his chest as you rest your head against his pecs, gently running his fingers through your damp hair and tilting your head to look up at him. He kisses you with a newfound tenderness, he’s gentle and kind, leaving you breathless when he pulls away.

“Mmm, yeah…. We might get some noise complaints….”

[royaljude]

Dad vibes ~ JB5

genre ~ smut (18+), fluff

Summary ~ laying in bed with Jude after the parade, you keep seeing pictures of him on Instagram and he looks like a dad which turns you on!

Warnings ~ p in v(unprotected wrap it before you tap it!!!), breeding kink, belly bulge-ish kink, pregnancy talk!

A/N ~ not letting y’all forget this fic

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You’d stayed home while Jude went to the parade. You had a bunch of things to do around the house and thought it was the perfect time to do them.

You’d seen a few clips here and there of the parade and did Jude look sexy! He almost reminded you of a dad which kinda turned you on.

Night time rolled around about 10pm. Jude was home and you were both in bed cuddling but on your phones, Jude showed you stuff from the parade here and there. You kept seeing things from the parade and seeing Jude with the glasses and shirt tucked into the pants…it turned you on.

“You looked so hot today” you said, putting your phone down kissing Judes chest to get his attention “yeah?” He smirked at you. “Yup, you almost looked like a dad at a kids party, turned me on a little.” I whispered while kissing his neck now. “You saying you wanna make me a dad?” He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “I mean I wouldn’t complain.” I smirk at him.

Jude was flipping you over so fast. “Darling you’re in for it.” He kissed your neck taking yours(his) shirt off. He attached his mouth to your boobs that were now exposed. “Want me to make you a mommy?” He said his breeding kink now coming into play. “Yes!” You whine.

He smirks and takes your panties off while taking his boxers off. “You thinking about me being a dad got you this wet!” He said looking at your core that’s practically dripping. “Told you it turned me on?” You shrug at him.

He leans down and licks up your slit tasting you, he lets out a groan at your taste. “Fuck you taste better and better every time.” He groaned coming back to kiss you. He took this opportunity to push his cock inside. “Fuck” you moan out feeling the sudden stretch.

He gives you a second before starting to speed up his thrust. “Gonna make you a mommy, fuck a baby into you.” He groans in your ear. “Yes…please!” You moan out scratching at his back. “Get you nice and round in a few months?” He teases you as he feels you clench around him at his words. “Right here?” He pushed on your lower stomach making you feel him in your stomach, your eyes fluttered at the feeling.

“Yeah feel me there, that’s where our baby’s gonna be.” He whispered in your ear. You keep clenching around him at his words. “Fuck Jude, gonna cum!” You moan out scratching his back up. “Cum for me baby right behind you.” He said, thrust getting sloppy.

You cum around his cock eyes fluttering, Jude continues his thrust before he does one last deep one. Cumming inside you who’s a low groan and did a few more thrust making sure it stayed before pulling out.

“Did such a good job, baby.” he said, kissing your forehead before getting up. He went to the bathroom cleaning himself before grabbing a nice warm cloth and coming to wipe you up.

“Did so good.” He said kissing your thighs as he wiped around your pussy and wiped your thighs. “Can’t wait to be a daddy.” He said cuddling you once he put the cloth away. He spooned you and put his hands in your stomach. “Gonna be great parents” you said, taking his hand and kissing it.

~~~

Few weeks later, here you are in the bathroom with Jude. 2 pregnancy tests upside down. “I’m nervous.” You told Jude hands shaking a little. “It’s ok love, we’ll be fine, we’ll be great parents.” He said calmly, holding your hands and kissing your head. “Promise.” He whispered.

“They should be ready now,” you said, looking at Jude. “Well each pick one up ok?” You told him, handing him one. “Ok 3 ... .2…1” you said, filling it over. Your eyes widen seeing the positive test and you watch Jude’s eyes go wide. “We’re gonna be parents!” He said excitedly hugging you and kissing you repeatedly. “We are.” You said crying a little. “Can’t wait to start a family with you!” He spoke, wiping your tears, pulling you in a loving kiss.

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A/N ~ hope you enjoyed!

[tvdelrey]

a swim under the stars | m. sturnㅤ᭄᭡

bf!matt x reader

warnings: long, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: this'll be my first ever published fanfic, so I'm open to tips and constructive criticism! all i ask is that you keep kindness in mind; negativity is not something i want lingering on my page.

happy reading my friends <33

It was nearly 1 am when Matt had changed into his black swim trunks and a loose, patterned button-up. His baby blue eyes were glued to your peaceful figure, a small wave of guilt washing over him as he sat on the edge of the mattress to wake you.

You felt a cold draft once the hotel comforter was pulled away, goosebumps arising on your limbs. They were quickly soothed by Matt's warm hands, which would've lulled you back to sleep if it weren't for the cold metal wrapped around his two fingers.

"Wake up baby," Matt muttered, leaning down to place a kiss on your plush stomach as you stretched, the smell of complimentary vanilla body wash lingering on your skin. "I've got your swimsuit laid out already, c'mon."

His hand slipped down your side as you reluctantly sat up, massaging your left hip. You almost immediately leaned forward, forehead landing on his shoulder. Your senses were filled with the smell of his aftershave. Matt chuckled softly as his nails dragged up and down your back, patiently waiting for you to fully awaken.

You whispered a sweet reply to him before pecking his cheek and swinging your legs off the bed and onto the cool carpet. He bit the inside of his cheek to contain his smile as you left to the bathroom, the sight of you in his pink Hershey's shirt making his stomach flip. After a good amount of time, the two of you left for the pool, hand in hand.

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Stay Ready (What A Life) echoed softly from Matt's portable speaker, which was placed on a nearby lounge chair that you stood in front of. His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he crept up on you, making you jump as he quickly turned your body around.

"Damn what ha-" you tried to reply, shocked at how fast he'd moved you, but you were quickly cut off by his lips crashing passionately into yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and arms were maneuvered around each other as Matt waddled away from the chair. You were lost in him, his touch setting your skin on fire and the ferocity of his kisses making you dizzy. So much so, that you would've never expected what he'd do next.

Your eyes suddenly shoot open when you feel his strong hands grip your waist and pick you up off the ground.

The kiss was a distraction.

Luckily, you were familiar with nearly all his tricks, so you managed to tangle one of your legs around his before he could toss you. Your heart raced, screaming as both of you tumbled into the bright blue pool. You swam up to the surface almost immediately after hitting the water, wiping your eyes.

"You're not fucking slick, Matt!" You shouted, voice shaking with laughter as he rose and pushed back his wet curls. His eyes rolled back when he groaned playfully, swimming toward you. "It seemed like I was!"

Witty banter was thrown between the two of you as you bounced in the water, putting distance between you and your boyfriend. As time went by, you raced, played Marco Polo, and jumped into the pool numerous times to see who'd make the biggest splash. Fellow guests at the hotel would've assumed it was children goofing off just by hearing the joy in your combined laughter.

Once the adrenaline had died down, Matt swam over and reached for your thighs, smoothly wrapping them around his hips. The arm decorated with tattoos pulled you against his chest, body heat cutting through the coolness of the water. Sounds of the night mixed with music and sloshing water filled your ears.

"I'm glad you're here with me, baby," said Matt as he softly pinned you to the wall of the pool, hands caressing your thighs.

Your cheeks grew warm as a smile bloomed, arms slipping from his neck. Your palms found their way to his face, the stubble scratching your fingers. Both eyes glimmered with love as you studied his features, the stars & moon brightening them even more than they already shined in your eyes.

"There's no place I'd rather be," you answered with complete honesty. There truly was no other place you'd rather be than safe in your lover's arms.

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[iluvmorales]

Miles morales, Earth 1610

summary What was your first kiss like?

a/n none

Word count ??

“Miles!” You called out with a smile, picking up your pace as you ran to the boy. He had his headphones on but he could hear you even through the loud ass music.

He turned to face you with a smile, watching you with adoration. “Y/N!” He held one of his arms up allowing you to wrap yours around his torso. “What’re you doing all the way over here?” He asked, setting his arm around you.

“I just wanted to see you, plus our classes were canceled today because of the attack last night. Kinda crashed out windows and stuff.” You spoke, not really caring about what’d happened to your school.

You and miles were split up when he’d one first place in the competition, he was sent to visions academy and you were sent to riverview academy, visions academy’s biggest rival.

“Ohh, I can skip class with you if you want? It’s just Spanish anyways.” Miles offered, taking his headphones completely down and resting on his neck with his free hand.

You quickly let go of him and stood straight, fixing your now wrinkled shirt; “No don’t do that what? I was just wondering if I could wait for you in your dorm?” You beamed at him with a smile.

“Ohh yeah, it’ll be quick.” Miles nodded as he walked up the steps and opened the door letting you in first. He wouldn’t admit it of course, but he was internally freaking out.

You looked so good today and you came all this way just to see him for a couple hours? You’d be the death of him if he wasn’t taught how to keep his cool when it comes to girls by his unc.

“Okay we can’t let admin see you so come this way” Miles pulled you into a less crowded hallway, a longer route to the dorms.

“I’ll race you there” you grinned at miles, waiting for him to accept your challenge. You always had the childish spark to you when you were around miles.

“Okay, if I win you have to let me borrow your 1’s and any clothes I want for a day- “You don’t even fit my shoes! Or my clothes!” He yelled.

“True, but if you win I’ll do something you want.” Miles paused,

Something he wants?

His mind instantly flashed images of you giving him a kiss, something he’d always wanted to do but backed down everytime the tension between you two built up.

“Bet.” Was all he sad before tying his laces and standing at a line the tiled floor provided. You quickly took your position next to him before smiling at him.

“1”

“2”

“3”

And on three you both took off, darting for the dorms. Miles was obviously ahead, but you didn’t expect it. “Since when were you so- athletic?!” You yelled trying your hardest to catch up with him.

He only looked back at you, sticking out his tongue like a child. Before you both knew it, miles slammed into the door first, you running still, not being able to slow down.

“Miles!” You yelled, tripping over your own feet. He quickly caught you, sending him slamming into the door once more.

You both laughed and giggled, being in miles’ arms as you looked up with a smile. “Damn, you really won huh” you said, defeatedly.

“Yeah,..” he trailed off, eyes moving towards your lips. You caught notice of it of course, but you looked at him, slowly inching closer.

His hand moved to your lower back and another to your cheek. You closed your eyes and moved closer, closing the little distance that was between you both.

His lips on yours was like static, a feeling in your chest you’d never felt before. You pulled away, still in a little daze as you looked up at miles. You both smiled like idiots in love before the dorms door had swung open causing you both to fall back into the room.

“Miles could you not make out on the door while I’m in here” ganke hummed before stepping over you two and into the hallway.

Both of your faces were on fire, your legs between his and your chests against eachother. You quickly stood up helping miles as well.

“Miles were gonna be late hurry up!” Ganke yelled from the end of the hallway. Miles scratched the back of his head nervously;

“we can talk about it later miles, get to class” you smiled lovingly at him before walking up and giving him a peck on his cheek

“Yeah..yeah okay see you in a hour” miles smiled, stepping out the dorm. “I’m still gonna wear your clothes miles!” You yelled as he walked down the hallway.

“Lo que es mío es tuyo amor!” He turned to face you throwing his hands up while walking backwards, winking.

You just laughed before going back into the dorm, closing the door.

amor.

translation

- Lo que es mío es tuyo amor means What’s mine is yours love

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Chubby F! Housewife Reader X M!Yandere Streamer OC Jasper

Part 1?

next part!

(idk i might continue it?? should i? i know it’s more niche)

MINORS DNI

CW: Chubby F!reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, cheating themes, reader in a dress, pet names for reader(darling, ) not smutty yet! slow burn possibly

keep thinking about a chubby housewife reader to like a really shitty but rich man, and they move next door to Jasper………………. MMMMM

Anything in Red reader isn’t aware of

Your husband moved you both into a beautiful mansion in a gated community. It’s amazing, and everything you could ever need, he’s providing.

You fell in love with him a year and a half ago.

It’s not like he lied, but you wouldn’t have married him had you known what he was really like.

He drinks all day and complains all night, and when he fucks you, he finishes in a few seconds. And that’s when he does fuck you! He’s hardly ever even touching you let alone getting it in.

You are standing outside overseeing the movers as they take boxes and furniture into your brand new house. your skirt dances against your legs in the warm, gentle breeze.

Your husband swirls an amber liquid in a short crystal glass, watching you from the doorway. When you wave excitedly, he skulks back into the mansion.

Your heartstrings tug painfully.

He’s taken you far away from all of your loved ones, somewhere where you’re all alone and afraid… And he can’t even be there for you at least little bit? Before a stinging tear fully can form-

“Evenin’” You hear a lazy male voice from nearby, and spin toward your hedges. There’s a wrought gate between yours, and your neighbors’ yard directly… The old neighbors must’ve been their friend. A young looking guy stands on the other side of it, waving kindly to you. His posture is easy, one hand in his jean pocket, the other up in the air, his head tipped back exposing his pale neck. Long black hair frames his face, loaded with piercings. He looks out of place, but perfectly at home standing out.

You approach, figuring that your husband can lead the movers just fine on his own. You don’t notice your slight pout, but Jasper finds it adorable, he bites his lip, eyeing you up.

“Sorry I didn’t bake ya a pie, didn’t know the place would be sold so soon.” He laughs and lazily scratches the back of his head, his shirt pulls up revealing his hip bone.

“Why? ‘s it haunted? OooOo” You wave your fingers to mock something spooky.

He laughs at your cute demeanor, “Eh maybe, last owner did die,” he shrugs.

“Oh my, I’m sorry, I didn’t know….” You idly run your fingers over the cold, slightly bumpy textured gate.

“Nothing to be sorry for, didn’t know them” He shrugs.

“Oh phew! I thought— Anyway!” You shake your hands and head to reset the convo, “What’s up? why’d you call me over here?” You tilt your head and fold your hands in front of you.

“I was just greeting my pretty new neighbor, that’s all,” He grins.

“Oh stop! I’m married!” You shyly laugh and turn your head so that he can’t see you’re flustered.

“happily?” His grin grows as does his suspicion.

“Oh!” You think of an excuse to quickly leave, “I think the movers are calling me!” You rush off back to at least pretend to delegate again.

His brow raises curiously as he smiles after you, watching your curves sway as you walk away.

The stranger watches you for a few minutes longer, and you feel his eyes on you, but you don’t dare turn around and encourage him.

You are a good wife. Regardless of who you ended up marrying. You stomp, steadfast in your decision.

He chuckles before walking back to his home.

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Inside you finish setting the table with the house workers, and arranging the flowers on all the marble pedestals around the dining room. Your husband is having some business partners over for dinner.

As the door rings you rush to answer the door, and an employee beats you to it, taking their coat and everything.

You aren’t really sure what you should be doing… And your chest tightens with nerves.

“What are you doing out here? You should be with me.” Edward grabs your elbow and drags you along. He’s being rather rough but you can’t help feel a little grateful to be lead. It doesn’t stop your eyes burning in embarrassment.

He sets you down in the seat next to his at the head, and your heart flutters with pride, emotional whiplash aside.

A few men enter the dining room one after the other, and then dinner is served. you’re dissociating for most of it, just nodding along to their dull conversation, until your husband’s hand clasps around your thigh. “Huh?”

“You’re excused now, darling,” he has a cold look in his eye that startles you.

“What?” What he said hurt your feelings, he doesn’t want you around now? did you do something wrong?

“Leave, let us grown ups talk now” He laughs with his business friends joining in.

You feel that far too familiar sting in your eyes, how could he!? that’s so embarrassing! You’re his wife.

Doing your best, you stand without making a scene and give them all your most polite and proper departing smile.

~

It’s cold on the patio. Your evening dress doesn’t cover very much and where it does, the fabric is cool. You’re quick to shiver, but you remain.

There’s a security camera above you and you feel watched, so you decide to go for a walk around the block instead of staying stationary. Maybe that will warm you up a little too.

You creep out the front gate, feeling like you’re a teen again, sneaking out when you aren’t supposed to… But this is your home! you aren’t disallowed from taking a walk!

“Hah!” You laugh to yourself, how silly of a feeling you just had.

As you round a corner adorned by an iron lamp post with glowing twin lanterns, you start dwelling more and more on your predicament. You already felt lonesome before, where Edward had made you feel special, and told you you’d never be alone again. Yet here you are, walking down the dim street, alone.

An engine coming towards you snaps you out of your thoughts, you turn to see a large van slowing down as it approaches you. Your heart thumps and your mind races before the driver side window rolls down revealing your neighbor’s laid back, and smirking face.

You let out a shaky sigh, “oh goodness you scared me for a second!” followed by a nervous laugh.

“You alright? Want a ride?” He asks.

“Oh no, don’t worry about me! I was just taking a stroll,” You let your words hang, wanting to accept but being a little too frightened or nervous to outright accept.

“C’mon, we can have some coffee or tea at my place, ‘sides, i’d feel terrible if i just left ya out here at this time, sure it’s gated but a tasty lookin’ treat like you’d get snatched up in a heartbeat.”

Your face feels hot but you nod and mangange to get out an “mhm!”

He watches you round the front of his van, and reaches his body over the center console to open the passenger door for you.

He offers his hand to help you up, when you take it, it’s cold! “What have you been up to? You feel like death! here!” You bring his hand up to your face and blow warm air over his knuckles.

Crimson fills his cheeks for the moment and is swift to clear back out before you can really admire it.

You pull back away a little embarrassed yourself, you aren’t sure why you did that to a stranger! “Oh! I don’t even know your name! I’m Y/N!” You stick your hand back out in offer to shake his.

He takes it, “Jasper,” a small smile tugs at his lips.

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The drive isn’t long, but you realize how far from home you actually were, and wonder what he had been doing to find you.

You step out onto his driveway and anxiously look through the gate connecting your yards. It feels as though this is something you really shouldn’t be doing… But this Jasper guy could be a friend, and then you won’t be so lonely anymore!

Your home is still lit up inside, so you’re assuming they’re still talking in there.

Jasper’s space on the inside is dimly lit, but brightly coloured retro fantasy, all soft shapes with rounded sides. Mostly pinks and purples. Very vaporwave. The kitchen tiles, though the typical black and white checker board, warp and look like waves on the floor. Plants cover most all the surfaces.

He makes you your preferred tea, or coffee, he doesn’t make himself a cup of either. Instead he grabs a pale blue, and silver can from the fridge.

“Oh i see how it is,” You say with sarcasm.

“I figured you’d need to warm up,” A smile crosses his lips that has your body feeling hot.

You sip your drink nonchalantly.

“So what were you doing out there by yourself?”

“My husband— Nevermind, sorry. I shouldn’t talk bad about my husband behind his back…”

“Well I know something we could do if you don’t wanna go back yet…” his brow raises in a challenge.

[anystalker707]

Dolled up [1/2]

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [male, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Crossdressing Tags: He wears pretty lingeries / Demanding, but he's a bottom / He's very vocal / Just a princess

[PART 2]

KINKTOBER LIST MASTERLIST

          “Goddammit,” Sanji whispered as he removed his blazer, making a face when he turned it and saw the back was also dirty.

The last encounter with the Marine had you, Sanji, Usopp, and Zoro sliding and falling on the mud when on the run. Sanji seemed extra bothered that his suit got all dirty, in such a bitter mood ever since he stood up and returned to the ship.

You sat on a stool in the bathroom, already with your shirt and shoes off, while you carefully observed Sanji remove his shoes and then his pants. He had garters for his socks and shirt-stays, obviously. Honestly, he looked fine like that, or in any way that mattered. Your eyes lingered on his thighs, observing him fold his clothes and put them away. That look of frustration remained on his face. Your eyes darted up a little, but his shirt went down over his underwear, blocking any view.

“Lingerie?” Your voice cut through the silence and his thoughts, making Sanji raise an eyebrow as he looked at you. “Didn’t know you liked wearing lingerie,” you teased with a grin.

Sanji’s brow lowered as he glared at you, placing his hands on his hips. “It’s not lingerie.” His voice was flat and sharp.

“Damn, really?” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head, unable to stop the grin on your face. “Really looks like lingerie, dude, sorry. That’s totally a lingerie. No need to hide it from me. We are crew mates.”

A red tone crept on Sanji’s face with anger, his lips twisting as he kept glaring at you through his visible eye. “I already told you it’s not lingerie!”

“Chill! I understand it…” You said, making a hand motion as you stood up—Sanji’s shoulders lowered a bit as the tension eased. “You’re just trying to play cool, I see. No need to, though. I completely respect you, dude,” you started chuckling, failing at keeping the fake serious posture the longer Sanji spent looking at you. It was so hard not to laugh, but there was something about the fact he was mad and frustrated like this that made it funny. You liked Sanji—you genuinely did, but you also enjoyed getting on his nerves, just like he did to you sometimes.

“It’s not lingerie!”

“It is!”

“It’s not!”

“C’mon, look at it!”

Sanji cursed under his breath as he stepped closer. “This isn’t lingerie.”

“B—”

He unbuttoned his shirt in a quick motion. “This is, you uncultured idiot.” He had a nice set of pink lace underwear that clad the bulge between his legs quite nicely. His corset—also in lace—had garters that connected it with straps to the hem of the… panties?

You were out of words, eyes trained on Sanji’s actual lingerie. Instinctively, you reached out a hand, tracing the pattern on the corset—he didn’t seem to mind, lowering his arms as he followed your touches with his eyes. “Fuck,” you whispered. It managed to make his waist even more slim than it already was.

The temptation to hold his waist was hard to fight against, so you ended up just giving in, feeling his warm skin through the thin fabric. Sanji let out a breath, making a small sound as he reached to hold on to your forearms. His hands barely touched you before there was the sound of loud footsteps coming down the hall; you immediately stepped away from each other. While you looked away, scratching the side of your neck, Sanji just pulled his shirt close and grabbed his clothes, hugging it to his chest.

“Hey!” Zoro groaned as Sanji bumped into his shoulder when walking into the room.

“Fuck off!” Sanji replied in the same beat, sharper than usual.

Even Usopp fell quiet and widened his eyes, looking at you for an explanation, but you just shrugged at the two.

          The thought of the incident in the bathroom didn’t leave your mind all day long. It was too intimate, too close. You’d never been that close to Sanji before; you two were close friends—with few benefits—, of course, but not that kind of close, and you were starting to rethink your feelings about Sanji, now. Maybe the times you two had made out in empty, dark rooms with hands all over yourselves during parties or the stolen kisses weren’t all that meaningless. Well, maybe they were, but just to you and your oblivious mind, as always.

That had you feeling absolutely pathetic, the way just a small moment like that was able to brainwash you like that. Fighting against the discomfort between your legs while lying on your bed was taking so much of you. Too much.

A knock on the door of your cabin cut through the thick atmosphere and grounded you again. You immediately sat on the bed and looked at the door for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Who could it be at that time?

You were about to ask what they wanted once you opened the door, but the words just died at the tip of your tongue. Out of everything you expected, seeing Sanji stand there in his deep red robe was probably the last thing, but it was also far from the worst thing. His face had an air of annoyance on it, so you quickly stepped out of the way and let Sanji walk in.

“You know, earlier—”

“Shush,” Sanji cut you off simply. He turned around to face you, undoing the knot that held his robe together. “Look, I know I can trust you with this, and I also need this, so you better not make a big deal or anything.”

You raised your eyebrows, throwing your hands in the air as if to prove to him that you wouldn’t.

Sanji’s chest raised and lowered with a deep breath before the robe started falling down his shoulders, pooling around his elbows for now. It opened as well, exposing his legs. The lingerie he wore this time was different—the top made with satin, having lace details, all frilly, but still in the same pastel pink from earlier. It matched his skin perfectly, hugging his frame so nicely. This time, he also had thigh-highs that connected to the waist piece by straps. It was a little loose on his chest, given how his pecs couldn’t fill the bra enough.

As if it weren’t enough, Sanji also had a pearl necklace gently resting over his collarbones and— Was that gloss on his lips? The dim lighting in the room limited your vision but also set a nice atmosphere, which you wouldn’t change.

A strained sigh escaped your lips as you took in every detail, watching the little sparkles that reflected the light whenever it hit Sanji’s thigh-highs.

“(Y/n),” Sanji brought you back to reality.

If you were lost before, you were fucking dying now, breathless. Still, you did your best to stay focused while moving closer to him. Sanji’s hands rested on your shoulders out of instinct, and you held his waist again, standing as close as you could, feeling his breath fan over your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, observing his face from close, enough to see the little freckles over his face.

Sanji breathed a chuckle, looking away for a moment. “Yeah, I know,” he joked a little as he let your nose brush against yours lovingly. “So, won’t you kiss me? Did I do all of this for nothing?”

Chuckling as well, you clicked your tongue. “It is a lot. You can’t expect me not to appreciate it properly, can you?”

A smile tugged on your lips as you caressed his waist gently before pulling him closer, pressing your lips to his gently. Sanji hummed softly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your shoulders this time, letting your bodies fit together. His lips tasted fruity and sweet, the lip gloss smearing over your lips as well while you two kissed, so you couldn’t help letting your tongue trail along his bottom up. He didn’t open his lips, though.

“Please,” you groaned against his lips, receiving a soft chuckle in response.

“No,” Sanji whispered.

You were about to kiss Sanji again when he pulled away and started pushing you back until you fell sat on the bed. He motioned for you to get further on the bed, so you did it, only able to remove your shirt before Sanji was already on top of you, pushing you down to the bed with a hand on your chest before he straddled your hips. He looked so beautiful on top of you like that, blue eyes observing you through blown pupils and half-open eyes.

“Fuck,” you groaned, placing your hands over his thighs. You could still taste his lips.

Sanji’s lips parted open in a grin, a proud one. His hands rested over your chest as he rolled his hips onto yours and, fuck, you don’t remember the last time you got so hard that easily. Just feeling Sanji’s ass grind against your cock through layers of clothes already had you moaning, gripping his thighs as you pushed your hips up against his to meet his motions.

He also moaned, biting his lip as your motions synced.

“I’m already prepared,” he whispered, moaning as well. He sounded heavenly.

“You’re going to kill me,” you groaned, squeezing his thighs hard.

Sanji gasped, pressing his hips to yours more, and let out another moan when your hand touched him through the lace panties. Continuing your motions, Sanji eventually let out a whimper, his nails digging into your chest.

“You deserve to be fucked hard just for that,” you whispered, reaching into the bedside table’s drawer while keeping a hand on his cock, keeping him in that needy state until you needed to remove your pants and boxers. Sanji got up a little so that he could help you with it, soon returning to the previous position, and the friction of his lace panties against your cock made you moan louder than expected. He widened his eyes a little but rocked his hips against yours a couple of times more. “Mmph, stop,” you groaned, slapping his thigh a little.

“Weak,” Sanji mutters teasingly as he moves back a little.

“Shut up, I’m not the one who offered himself here,” you retorted with a small smile, opening the lube. Sanji pouted, pink lip sticking out, but he didn’t say anything while watching you hiss when the cold lube came in contact with your cock. He went forward to touch it, just to have his hand swatted away. You couldn’t risk any unnecessary touches, at least not right now.

Soon, you set the lube aside. “Hey, let me…”

You fell silent at seeing Sanji just pull his panties to the side as he got up on his knees. Was he really gonna keep it to fuck? A breath got caught in your throat as you watched him take his cock out—it was heavy in his hand, flushed pink, leaking—, giving it a few pumps before he grabbed your own instead. Just the feeling of Sanji’s hole against your tip was enough to make you groan, eventually moaning at how tight he felt; hot and slick walls pulling you deeper inside him.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, holding his hips tightly as Sanji lowered himself on you. He also let out a pleased sound, switching to grabbing your wrists, your upper arms, and eventually pressing his hands to your chest. That felt way too good.

Sanji started moving his hips slowly, trying to find a pace. His nails sank in your chest whenever he happened to lower himself against you with more force than intended, his moans growing higher-pitched every time that happened. Within some minutes, though, he finally found a pace that worked for both of you, fucking himself on your cock deliciously, just the way he’d been planning whilst dolling himself up to come to your cabin.

“So pretty,” you whispered to him, wrapping your hands around his forearms and pushing them until he let his hands slip into yours. Your fingers laced with his, tightening the grip.

Sanji’s hips gained a steadier rhythm when it happened—he gasped, moaning and throwing his head back whenever finding the angles that let your tip graze right against his prostate. He rolled his hips in a specific way, whining as his cock twitched, and the way he clenched around you made you throw your head back against the pillow. No way, you were missing on this that whole time.

“That all you got?” You said, voice tight in your chest with pleasure. “C’mon, I know you can do better than that, yeah? Show me what you got,” you whispered while moving your hips up to meet his for the first few times, letting your motions fall in sync with his.

A louder moan escaped his lips the moment your hips drove up the moment he was lowering himself on you, so you stopped moving again. Sanji started riding you with more enthusiasm, making you wonder if the sparkling feeling was already starting to set itself by the end of his spine as well. You were out of breath, biting on your lip while concentrating on not cumming too soon while Sanji clenched so tightly around you, riding you so nice and good.

“Yeah,” Sanji whispered between moans, pausing to roll his hips the way he liked so much before he resumed the pace from before.

It was hard, but you managed to let go of one of his hands, letting him hold onto your shoulder instead while you wrapped your hand around his cock. Each of your motions was followed by a moan from Sanji, practically. When your thumb grazed his tip, spreading the pre-cum, Sanji let out a shaky breath that resembled a sob, tightening around you so tightly that you couldn’t help it.

You arched your back, pressing your eyes shut and pushing your hips up while cumming deep inside Sanji while he still rode you, rolling his hips and clenching you so deliciously, milking you as he chased his own high. He gasped, nails sinking into your shoulder and fingers squeezing your hand, and it was just a matter of time before he also came, pushing his hips back on your cock and forward into your hand messily. He sounded out of air, gasping and whimpering as he slowly came down from his high, only leaving a sticky mess on your chest and a throbbing cock in your hand, still spasming around your cock.

You needed a moment to recompose yourself—your mind was still fuzzy as you stared at the dark ceiling, body tingling, with Sanji all over your mind. He was all that mattered at the moment.

Eventually, your hand started moving around him again, pumping his cock, using his own cum as lube. He gasped and whimpered, holding your wrist. “(Y/n)—”

“You didn’t doll yourself up just for a single round, did you?” A smirk tugged on your lips as you felt him twitch in your hand.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

The Night Before (18+)

BatmanVsTmnt!Raphael x reader

A/N: The first smut for Batman Vs TMNT (as far as I’ve been able to find). Could be read as a part 1 to “Miss Me?”, but was not really meant to be that. Both can be read on their own just fine.

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The night before Raphael has to go to Gotham City with his brothers, Raph decides to give you a proper goodbye❤️

Warnings: Spelling, dirty talk, slight sub reader and dom Raph, a little finger sucking, unprotected sex, cream pie.

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You hated Gotham City. You hated everything about that place. The name, the stories about the streets and the everlasting rain and darkness. The worst place that existed, where crime thrived and the good people was worth nothing. A truly bad place. But truth be told, you had never been there. And everything you had against the city only came up after Raphael told you that he and his brothers had to go there. In actuality, you hated Gotham for taking your boyfriend for an unknown amount of time.

Raph hated it too. The thought of traveling to Gotham had him more grumpy than usual. There was nothing he would rather do, than stay with you in New York City, and leave Shredder and his plans for the GCPD. But just because that was what he wanted to do, it didn’t mean that it was the best solution. He knew very well that Leo was right, when he told Raph and their brothers that they had to leave. If anyone could stop the Shredder, it was only the Hamato clan.

But if Raphael had to stay in Gotham City for an unknown amount of time, he was sure as hell going to enjoy his last few hours with you. And that was how the two of you ended up in his room, the night before he and his brothers were set to leave, heavily making out, with all but your shirt and underwear on the floor.

One of your hands went under Raph’s arm, so you could hold onto his shell, while the other held the back of his neck, making sure he stayed close to you. Not that you had to fight to keep his lips planted on yours, letting his tongue dance along with yours. Raph had one hand down at your knee, hiking your leg around his waist, the other in your hair, using his forearm to brace himself.

You softly moaned against his lips, as he started to ground himself against you, his cloaca meeting your soaked underwear. His hand sneaked from your knee, up your thigh, under your shirt, over your sides, before grabbing onto your chest, humming as you arched yourself towards him.

“You like that, don’t you?”, Raph chuckled against your lips, as he rolled your nipple between two fingers.

“Yes”, you moaned out, instinctively bringing him closer to you with your leg. Raph chuckled once more, before pushing your shirt up, exposing your chest to the cold air of his sewer room. From here he used one hand to palm one breast, while his mouth took a hold of your other nipple. You moaned as you felt his tongue circle around it, before he nibbled lightly at it with his teeth, causing you to jolt slightly under him. Raph huffed against your skin, as he felt your nails scratch against his shell, causing him to grind himself even harder against you. That made you gasp out loud in a high pitch moan, making Raph smile up at you.

“That’s right”, Raph churred, his hand sneaking its way further up, pushing your shirt over your head, leaving your top fully naked for him. “Moan loud for me, baby. Let me know how much you’ll miss me”.

“Raph”, you whimpered, lifting your aching core against him. “Please”.

“Please, what?”, he chuckled, using the hand on your neck to turn your head to the side, giving him room to assault your skin with nibbling kisses.

Your words turned to mush in your mouth, leaving you mumbling and fumbling under Raph’s lips. His churring was so loud it rang in your head, making your core drip in excitement and arousal. Raph knew exactly what you wanted. He could smell your hormones in the air, driving him closer and closer to madness. He could easily just pull your underwear to the side and drop into you, but he wouldn’t. Raph enjoyed hearing you moan and trip over your words, begging for him to do something to you, and he fully intended on each and every sound that left your pretty plump lips.

You arched your hips after Raph, aching for some form of friction against you. But, catching on to what you were doing, pushed you down onto the mattress, smiling at the frustrated sound you made. Fuck he loved those sounds, as he continued his attack on your neck, focusing on your soft spot, letting his hand play with your breast once more. You moved your hand from Raph’s shell down to his thigh, hoping to push him down towards you, but damn being his highly trained legs. Raph did not budge. Instead he chuckled into your ear, licking your lob before whispering with his breath sending shivers down your spine; “I love it when you’re so needy for me, (Y/N)”.

You whimpered at his words, feeling yourself clinging onto thin air. Raph turned your head over to the other side, so he could continue the small marks he had been making on your skin. You felt the need screaming between your legs, telling you to do something about it. So you did. Removing your hand from Raph, before slowly letting it down your underwear, finding your wet folds. While enjoying the feeling of your rough boyfriend against you, you circled two fingers around your clit, making your legs shake along with a needy moan. Raph noticed it straight away, looking down to see your hand in your underwear. He was quick to snatch your hand out of your panties, holding it to the mattress right beside your head.

“You bad girl”, Raph growled, his eyes blown out wide with lust. “How are you going to make it through without me here to take care of you? So impatient you start touching yourself in front of me”.

“Please, Raph!”, you whimpered, once again moving your hips in hopes of gaining some sort of friction. You were sure that if his brothers hadn’t gone to bed yet, they would have been able to hear all that was going on inside of Raph’s room.

“Please what?”, Raph asked, a smug smile on his face. “What do you want, baby? What do you want me to do to you, (Y/N)?”

“Please fuck me, Raph!”, you finally managed to get out. “I need it so bad!”

Raph growled before quickly moving back to pull your underwear down, finally feeling the first pushes of desperation get to him, the scent of your arousal so strong it almost knocked him out. He untucked himself from his cloaca, before pushing your legs wide open, giving him room as he lined his cock up against your entrance, gathering your slick on his head. Then, ever so slowly, he pushed into you, watching as his head slowly disappeared into you. Both of you moaned out loud, savoring the feel of his sensitive head inside of you, before he pushed in even further, stretching you out with his girth.

“I’ll fucking miss this”, Raph moaned, feeling you tighten around him at his words. “You’re always so fucking tight for me”.

“You’re so big, Raph”, you moaned, not really thinking before speaking. But you were not lying. His size was more than impressive, always leaving you panting for a moment as you adjusted to him.

Raph chuckled at your words, before sliding further into you, fully filling you up. He huffed that the feeling of your muscles contract around him, getting used to him. He stayed there for a moment, savoring the warmth of you, before slowly moving once he felt you relax around him. You let out a satisfied moan, finally happy to be getting the friction you had been yearning so badly for, looking at the way Raph watched his cock slowly disappear and reappear from your wet cunt. He fucking loved that view. Watching his cock get covered in your slick and the wet noises that emerged from him sliding back into you. His breathing getting heavier as he slowly speed up his movements, giving each or his thrust to you a little harder each time.

Your whimpering and moaning became louder with Raph’s thrusts, your breasts jiggling slightly, and the springs in the mattress painting underneath you. Raph moved his eyes from your cunt to your chest and then finally to your face, his hooded eyes making intense eye contact with you. He moved a hand to your neck, with a light grip, hovering over your face as he took in all of your features, making sure to memorize them, so every small detail would stay sharp in his mind while he was gone. He moved his hand from your neck to your chin, resting his thumb on your bottom lip, dragging it down slightly.

Raph spread his knees even further, leaning his weight onto the arm that wasn’t on your face, before pistoning into you. Slightly shocked, you grabbed onto his shoulders, before moaning loudly. So loud that Raph moved his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You instinctively started sucking on his thumb, doing just like you would do, had you been sucking his cock. That made Raph smile a smug little smile at you, his hooded eyes and the sound of his breathing and low moaning made you cling tighter around him.

“Will you miss me?”, Raph asked, leaning your head further forward, making you look directly into his eyes, his eyes burning into yours. You nodded eagerly, continuing to suck on the thumb in your mouth. “Good girl”, he churred, tightening his grip on your face just a little. This caused you to moan against his finger, sending vibrations through his hand. That caused Raph to pull his hand from your mouth as he sat up, grabbing onto both of your legs, before throwing them over his shoulder. With your legs against his shoulders, he learned over you, feverishly thrusting into you. With you in a mating press, Raph was able to reach deeper into you, making you gasp and moan loudly under him.

“Raph!”, you yelled as you felt the oh so familiar feeling build up in your lower region, threatening to burst at the pleasure your boyfriend was giving. “I’m gonna!- Fuck! Raph! I’m gonna!-”

“Do it”, he growled, his hard movements shaking his voice as he fought to push you over the edge. “Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my dick. Show me how much you’ll miss me”.

It took only a few more hard thrusts before Raph had you pushed over the edge, falling into the orgasm that washed over you. Your back arched and your legs shook on their spot over Raph’s shoulder. Raph watched as your face contorted in pleasure, without ever slowing his speed down. He was now chasing his own high, wanting to cum inside of your warm walls one last time before he had to leave in the early horse the next day. He watched your face as you came down from your high, whispering sweet nothings to you, before he too reached his peak, letting out a deep moan as his load shut into you. You felt him pump inside of you, satisfaction falling over you as he slowly filled you up.

Raph stayed inside of you for a moment, waiting till he was sure he had fully emptied himself inside you, before slowly pulling out, watching as his seamen slowly dripped out of you. He smiled at his work, before letting your weak legs fall as he looked at you.

“Are you okay, babe?”, he asked, massaging your still shaking thighs.

“Yes”, you chuckled, watching your boyfriend as he reached for his work out towel on his nightstand, using it to clean you from his mess. You jolted slightly as he moved the towel over you, still sensitive from his relentless pounding.

Once Raph had cleaned you, he placed a firm kiss on the top of your thigh, before throwing the towel to the side, before laying down next to you, pulling you close against his plastron and reaching for the blanket to cover both of you. You placed your naked leg over Raph’s waist, his arm wrapped around your back, and the side of your face against his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his warm body.

Raph placed a kiss on the top of your head, grabbing a hold of the naked leg over his waist, and pulled closer against him, softly stroking it with his thumb. “Don’t touch yourself too often while I’m gone”, Raph smiled, taking in a deep breath as you snuggled closer against his neck.

“With you on my mind, it will be hard not to”, you giggled, your fingers making shapes on his plastron.

“Well, in that case”, Raph smiled smugly, moving his hand from your leg to your face, placing a finger under your chin to make you look up at him. “You’ll have to be a good girl and call me whenever you decide to do that”.

[carnal-lnstinct]

🎲 + Gohan?

1/3 - Prompt

A kiss to the neck!

You remember the chilling air from the a/c against your legs and arms, your chin resting in your hand, trying to keep your mind running to focus. The last yawn inevitably pushed you over, the thud of your phone falling loose from your other hand just a distant sound in your ears. Try as you might, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling asleep while watching a movie on tv. Out like a light before the plot could carry you to the end. 

When you break from your dreams and wake up, the first thing to cross your mind is how you knew you missed the movie. The entire living room quiet and dim, the tv waiting for your next action. Although, you don’t remember feeling this warm before you passed out. A gentle movement lifts from your back and you hear the small flap of paper. A page turning in a book and the warm weight returning to your back. 

That’s when you finally opened your eyes. Ah, so much made clear by such a subtle noise and a blanket tucked over your shoulders. In trying to stay awake, you completely forgot you were sharing the couch with Gohan. An attempt to try and spend some more quality time these days with your two different careers keeping you too preoccupied for more than good morning and good night. 

Sometimes it’s the other way around though, you tuck him in when he falls asleep during the movie but you much prefer it this way. It’s not just a blanket around you and your phone or laptop charging on the side table waiting for you. It’s waking up with your head on his chest and how you were tucked comfortably against him, somewhat tucked under the arm that wraps around your back. Cozy and secure and loved. A weaker you would easily fall back to sleep without moving an inch.

You tilt your head and lift your eyes, watching Gohan as he holds a book out over you to read. You notice the little scribbles made on small sticky notes in the margin and figure he was absorbed in his element while cuddling you. Too focused to notice your conscious stirs and watching eyes, or at least you thought so. Gohan’s hand lifts from your back to turn the page again, now resting on top of your head. His thumb buried through your hair to your scalp with the tenderest scratch making you smile up at him. A little acknowledgment for your shared sentiments for each other without completely breaking away from his notes.

Until he feels the tiny pressure through his shirt, a tender kiss to his chest. A pause, and then a trail of kisses crawling up the low collar of his shirt and coming into contact with warm skin.

“H-Hey!” His halfhearted protest follows a flinch when you kiss his neck, making you giggle before placing another. You ambush him with more, up to his chin and back down to his collarbone, the shivers of his arousal escaping on his breath. His hand on your head holds you with such conflict, wanting to keep working and pull you away but holding you closer, almost guiding your lips across his flushing skin. The kisses always win.

[itsalmostavengers]

“I still hate you,” Tony mutters, voice shaky and entirely unconvinced while his hand expertly unbuckles the clasps of the uniform he designed so carefully, months and months and months ago.

“I know,” Steve responds gruffly. His beard scratches Tony’s jaw as those perfect teeth run down the thin skin of his neck, trace his jugular. His hands are rough iron clamps against each side of Tony’s beautifully tailored Versace two-piece. The fabric will be ruined beyond repair in less than ten minutes - Tony could bet his fortune on it.

They’ve played this stupid game before. Every time, Tony swears it’ll be the last.

Steve hitches him up onto the kitchen counter of the ridiculous New Jersey safehouse, and Tony goes willingly, yanking Steve into the open spread of his legs. This is the closest Steve’s gotten to New York since he first read those damned accords. The closest he can get to home is some 1965-styled kitchenette with pictures of old-timey adverts lining the walls and a microwave that’d probably irradiate you if you went near it.

It’s wrong- all of it. But there’s no changing it. Steve made his choice long ago, and Tony hates him for it. He should remember that. He should tell Steve that again.

“Fuck, God, Steve,” is what comes out instead, breathed against the other man’s mouth. Tony’s whole body is hot, taught, desperate, and he tugs the top half of Steve’s uniform off his torso. Steve spray painted over the colours- the whole thing is dark now, void of any trace of what it used to be. Tony hates that too.

“Tony,” Steve says, like there’s more to it- a name at the beginning of a sentence which never comes out. He clasps his teeth over Tony’s bottom lip, pushes his hands under Tony’s rapidly-wrinkling shirt and brushes his thumbs over each nipple, rubbing quick circles. The movement pulls another noise from Tony’s throat.

Fuck- the man knows him.

Steve steadies himself for a moment to catch his breath, nose brushing against Tony’s. Tony tries not to look into his eyes, whenever they do this. He’s never been good at seeing Steve’s soul - the one he never tries to hide, to mask. He’s not like Tony, you see. Everything he does, he does earnestly and from the heart.

The decision he made to leave with Bucky - to keep the culprit of Tony’s parents’ deaths a secret from him - they’d both come from that same heart. Hence, no eye contact. Tony has no desire to see how truly insignificant the space he takes up in Steve’s soul was.

Except now.

He does it without meaning to- just catching sight of those infuriating baby blues as he leans in for another messy kiss. Error number 1.

Error number 2 is not shutting his damn eyes and grabbing Steve’s dick like he normally does.

And error number 3 is the worst. Error number 3 is when he catches sight of Steve’s suddenly agonised expression, doesn’t ignore it, and instead asks “what?” Thus inviting conversation. They don’t come here for that. They come here to fuck eachother’s brains out for a night and then keep playing their cat-and-mouse chase across the globe as if anyone in a position of authority actually fucking believes it.

Steve goes perfectly still for a moment. Then he swallows. “This… this really makes you miserable, doesn’t it.”

He doesn’t frame it like a question.

Tony looks up at him, breathing hard. “Oh, I’m sorry I’m not looking ecstatic while getting groped by my ex boyfriend in a place that’s decked out like a prop house in a nuclear testing site. Would you prefer for me to giggle jovially while you fuck me amongst the dust and cobwebs?”

They’d used to have sex that was so full of love. This is how Tony always talks to Steve, now.

Steve shakes his head, a minute, grieving little thing. Tony feels the man’s breath skating across his face- feels the warmth of his bare chest, his shoulders, pressing against Tony.

“I thought…” he begins, then trails off for a moment as Tony skirts his hands down his chest, unlatches his belt. “I thought this made you happy. At least a little bit, even if you didn’t admit it. But it doesn’t. ”

Of course it doesn’t. But it’s all I have left of you.

“You think I’m coming here to find happiness? Jesus Steve. I’m coming here for tension relief,” Tony says, because he just can’t be truthful- he did his best when they were together, he really did, and it all failed anyway. Besides: Steve was never as truthful as Tony had always so fervently believed him to be either. “How about we both just stop talking and get down to that part.”

He gets his hands all the way to Steve’s boxers before Steve stops him- a gentle yet utterly unmoving grip. When Tony looks up at him again, Steve shakes his head. He’s grey in the face- if Tony didn’t know better now, he’d even say heartbroken.

“Tony, I…” Steve’s struggling for the words and he looks so beautiful, so so beautiful, just the same as the very first time Tony laid eyes on his photograph in the SHIELD folder he’d hacked his way into. “I didn’t realise you felt that way. Or maybe I did, but just didn’t want to acknowledge it because I was selfish.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I can’t do this with you. To you.” Steve steps away jerkily, half his body lagging while the other half pulls, as if warring with his own system. His pale skin is patchy, covered in faint marks where Tony has grabbed him. “I thought we were both doing this for enjoyment, but you’re not, and so I can’t. It’s cruel.”

Tony realises what Steve is implying here. His heart - what’s left of the poor thing anyway - convulses in panic, and he stumbles off the counter. “I’m not a fucking dog,” he snaps, “I make my own choices.”

“You don’t even look at me,” Steve’s voice breaks then. “I wished more than anything that you’d look at me. But I just saw it, then, when you did.”

“Saw what?”

They’re facing off against one another now - it’s like they can’t stop themselves. They have to be on either side of the argument, they can never just agree, no matter how hard they both want to. Tony hates and hates and hates.

“Your eyes don’t lie to me, Tony.” Steve’s voice is soft, and he says it like that alone is enough. “Your mouth does. And you don’t want this.”

“See, do you see what you’re doing here, again?” Tony steps forward, smashes his finger against the place where the star used to sit proudly on Steve’s chest. “You’re making an executive decision about how I feel, as to what I need, when you don’t have that right. You don’t get to decide what’s best for me!”

“But you never do what’s best for you!” Steve’s hands flail helplessly. “You do what’s best for everyone else, or what you think you deserve, and you never think about how it’s going to hurt—“

“I DESERVED TO KNOW MY PARENTS WERE MURDERED, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

Tony was supposed to be making his way to an orgasm right about now - instead he suddenly feels so angry he can hardly breathe. Fucking typical. He just had to go and open his mouth, didn’t he?

He glares at the man who tore his heart out over a year ago. Steve looks back, his expression shattered. Tony feels angrier still when he realises that he’s never going to be able to see this person in front of him and not love him. He’s trying so hard, right now, and he can’t. Even after all this. He can’t find it in him.

“Just fuck me,” Tony says, and it comes out more exhausted than demanding.

Steve shakes his head. “I can’t.”

Right. Steve’s made up his mind about what’s best for tony. Again. Was it ever going to go any other way?

Sometimes, the tiredness goes so deep that Tony starts to feel it in his bones. His therapist says it’s psychosomatic- that bones don’t actually creak and groan like wooden doors in abandoned houses. Tony begs to differ.

“If we stop now, this is the last time you’ll ever see me,” he says, hoping, even now, that maybe something will change. That maybe for once, Steve will just put him first.

It’s a pipe dream. Tony comes to that realisation as soon as Steve shakes his head. Stupid.

“Maybe that’s for the best.” Steve’s voice is hoarse. Like each word is painful. Tony wishes that were true - in reality, he doesn’t doubt Steve is just wary of the fight his words will bring - the argument that’ll erupt out of Tony’s mouth in response.

But Tony’s done fighting. It’s a losing battle. Always has been.

He looks at Steve. Nods.

He walks out of the door without another word.

[curdledbreastmilk]

Kinktober Day 1

Word count: 1601

The theme for day 1 is "Handjobs, Temperature Play, Breast Worship" and I think I delivered...

This is my first smut story in awhile so go easy on me. I just wanted to jot down sexy stories for this month. <3

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It’s late at night. Chris has been home for a few days from his last mission. I always give him space and let him come to me when he’s ready. He usually keeps to himself for a week or so until he’s normal and affectionate again. This mission, he came back different. Chris seemed even more clingy then before he left. Constantly touching me, kissing, rubbing. I can’t say I hated it, but it was off. Tonight was no different. Chris made us both a cocktail and wanted to watch a movie. Not even a quarter of the way through he was already all over me. I was sipping my cocktail and watching the movie as he kissed my cheek and neck. They were loving and playful, so I wasn’t too distracted. I continued to sip my drink as I watched the movie more, trying not to focus on Chris. His kisses grew more hungry as his stubble stabbed into my soft flesh on my neck. His hand was exploring the skin of my leg being revealed by my pajama shorts. I sighed in contempt as I tried so hard to focus on my sweet drink and funny movie. Chris continued to kiss and scratch my neck with his beard as his hand roamed up my thigh. I kept my breathing steady until he nibbled right on my pulse point, he knows that's almost like a switch for me. I sighed heavily and bit my lip as he continued to nibble and lick on my neck. The passion grew thick in the air as the movie's noise quickly just became background sound to me. My free hand began to roam around in Chris’s hair while my other held the stem of my glass. I almost finished my drink as I relished in the feeling of Chris devouring my neck. His hand left my thigh and grabbed my glass. I watched as he set it down on the coffee table in front of us and grabbed an ice cube. I watched his movements as his teeth grazed my neck, leaving love bites along my sensitive skin. I gasped and jolted slightly up from the couch as he brought the ice cube to my thigh. My breathing came out shaky as my hand clenched his hair slightly and my other gripped the couch. I pureed and breathed through my clenched teeth as he continued to rub the melting ice cube around my thigh. His tongue traced the bruises he was leaving on my neck and brought his hand under my shorts. The ice cube stung against the hot skin of my inner thigh. I gasped and groaned as my hand played in his hair again. 

“Chris…” I could only pant out his name as my body grew hotter with arousal. My neck stung from his love bites and my inner thigh was growing numb from the cold ice cube.

“Do you like that?” Chris whispered in my ear with pure sultry. Dear God. That man already has a sexy, gravelly voice so it only melts my core more when he purposely makes himself sound like Himeros himself. (God of sex.)

“Yes…~ It feels… really good.” I purred back to him as I felt the hot air from his chuckle tickle my neck. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap. Chris spread my legs open so I straddled him widely with my back flush against his chest. His strong, hard body molded with my soft one as he continued to rub the ice cube around my inner thigh. His free hand played in my hair and tugged in softly as he kept relentlessly attacking my neck. I sighed in pleasure as I was quickly growing engulfed in the pleasure he was giving me. His hand left my hair and ran down the side of my body until he found the hem of my shirt. He lifted it up quickly as my breasts flopped out as a result.

“Chris…” My voice came out as an airy plea and he immediately understood what I wanted. His hand left from under my shorts and he began to rub the ice cube in daunting circles around my breast. I arched my back slightly and moaned while my hands ran up his face. I played in his hair as I absorbed and thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure I was receiving. His free hand played with my other breast, groping and tugging on my nipple, as his cold hand rubbed the melting ice cube all around my breast. My hips rolled as I moaned out sweetly. My back arched as I rested my head in the crook of his neck. His hands continued to play with my breasts until I jolted slightly. I groaned longingly as the ice cube finally made contact with my nipple. I turned my head and muffled my moans into his neck. His hands worked together in pleasing both of my breasts and nipples as I kept rolling my hips into his groin, I quickly felt his cock react as it began to dig up into me through his pants and into mine. My hands dropped from his hair and down to my shorts as I quickly pulled them down. My slick pussy clung to the jean material on his hardness as he kept playing with my breasts. 

“Ffffuck, sweetheart.” Chris groaned into my ear with pure lust and sultry. “My dirty baby is getting so worked up over an ice cube.” I would usually bark back at him when he teased me, but I was so engulfed in the moment I couldn’t. I sat back more onto his hard stomach than his lap as I exposed his moist groin to me. It aroused me more to see the stain of juice I had left on his jeans already. I reached down to unbuckle his pants as Chris raised his hips slightly to help me. The ice cube fully melted against my nipple as he continued to massage and knead my breasts. I undid his buckle hastily as I unbuttoned them next. His fingers roughly pinched and rolled my nipples as I unzipped his pants next, “Such an eager little slut aren’t you?” Chris muttered as I responded with an airy moan. I tugged down his jeans and boxers as his fully erect cock flopped out. My mouth watered as I traced every vein on his shaft with my eyes. A bead of precum was already pooling from his urethra as he continued to play with my breasts, I reached down and ran my fingertips along his flushed tip. Chris immediately responded with a grunt as his hips bucked into my hand. I twirled my fingers along his tip to collect his precum on my fingers. I slowly wrapped my fingers around his tip as I made a tight circle with my palm. I pushed my tight hand down his hot, swollen tip easily since we grew so wet. “Fffffuuuck, baby…~” Chris groaned in my ear as he began rolling my nipples harder between his fingers. I moaned softly and shivered as I pumped my hand up and down his shaft and head. More precum leaked from his tip as I slowly jerked him off. His cock twitched and pulsated in my hand as he groaned deeply. I picked up the pace as I made sure to squeeze my hand extra tight when my hand came back up to his tip. Chris fondled my breasts still as he began to bite down harshly on my skin between my neck and shoulder. My body jolted as my brain began to turn to mush, I pumped my hand faster up and down his cock as I focused on his hot tip, 

“Fuck yeah baby. Just like that…” Chris’s words went straight to my core as I kept pumping his cock swiftly. His hips began to meet me halfway down as he thrusted into my hand, fucking it. His bites turned into sloppy kisses as he coated my bruised throat in slobber. I moaned louder as my body grew over stimulated from all of his pinching, rubbing, kissing, and biting. My hand solely focused on his tip as I pumped my hand tightly around it. 

“Oh, God-” Chris choked out as he quickly thrusted his wet tip into my hand. I moaned more as he roughly tugged on my puffy nipples as he kept fucking my hand.

“Oh, sweetheart…” His voice sounded so needy and desperate as I squeezed my hand almost completely shut as I pumped his wet tip. He let out a guttural moan as he pulled on my nipples as hard as he could. I responded with a sharp and guttural moan. I pumped his tip as fast as I could as I felt Chris’s body shiver beneath mine.

“Oh… Ffffffuuuuck, sweetheart…~” Chris gripped my breasts in his large hands tightly as he bucked his hips into my hand a few more times until he shot out thick, hot ropes of cum all over my hand and stomach. He gripped my breasts tightly until I was convinced he left a bruise. “FFFFUCK! GOD-” Chris panted and groaned deeply as his cock continued to pulsate and drip beads of cum down my fingers. My breasts were so sore as my nipples ached from Chris’s touch.

“I missed you Chris.” I leaned my head back and looked up into his brown eyes.

“I… I missed you too, baby.” He looked down at me as he cracked a small smile and continued to pant and sweat.

[tuiccim]

Relief Mission (Part 2 of 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mutual pining, flirt, and so much smut

Summary: The morning after and beyond.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby This one's for you @weekendgothgirl.

Part 1 of Relief Mission

You had no idea what time it was when it happened, probably the middle of the night. That strange sensation of falling hit you and you jerked awake to the realization that you were falling out of the bed. You had made yourself as small as possible, put yourself on the edge of the bed, to give Bucky room. Scrambling to keep yourself from hitting the floor, you feel a hand grab your waist and pull you back. Bucky fit your body to his in the small bed, burying his face in your neck. 

“Thanks,” you whisper, but there’s no answer from the man snuggling against you. “Bucky?” you try again but the only answer you receive is a moan as he flexes his hips more firmly into you. You bite your lip and debate what to do. You could try to extricate yourself but you imagine that the loose grip he holds is deceptive or maybe you just want it to be. You decide to stay where you are, it was where you wanted to be anyway. You smile as you fall back to sleep. 

The next morning, you wake with your face pressed to his chest, legs tangled with his, and your hands curled into his shirt. When a ray of light hits the one eye not shielded by his chest, you groan. 

“Piss off, sun. I’m not done with nighttime yet,” you mumble the sentiment, enjoying the feel of waking in someone’s arms. Bucky’s chest rumbles against your face. His laugh telling you he was awake and had heard you.

“Morning, doll,” he says quietly. You can hear the smile in his voice and bask in it for a moment.

“Mmm, morning. I know, I know. Gotta get up. Long drive,” you say mostly to yourself. 

“Five more minutes?” Bucky whispers. 

“I knew I liked you,” you smile as you nuzzle into his warmth. His arms tighten around you slightly. You fall into a hazy half-sleep, more comfortable than you should be with a man you barely knew. Rousing yourself a few minutes later, you take a deep breath, “Sorry,” you extricate yourself, sit on the edge of the bed, and grasp for words to explain why you were practically wrapped around him. “I, um… Thanks for saving me from hitting the floor last night,“ you say with a nervous little laugh. 

“What?” Bucky’s eyebrows knit together as he looks at you from where he’s still laid out on the bed.

“Last night?...” you read his confused expression and continue. “I almost fell out of the bed and you pulled me back. I, uh, guess you slept through the whole thing, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Bucky scratches the back of his head. “I’m not surprised. I was probably crowding you.”

“No!,” you say too quickly. “Not at all. Anyway, we should get going. I’m going to change. My shirt should be dry by now. I’ll give your’s back.”

“No need, doll. Keep it. Looks-” Bucky cuts himself off.

“What?” you ask, curiously. 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head with a sheepish smile.

“No, it’s okay. What were you going to say?” 

“It, um, it looks better on you anyway,” Bucky quietly says and then stares, waiting for your reaction. 

“Oh,” you smile, heat creeping up your face. “Okay. Th-thanks. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

Bucky kicks himself as you scramble into the bathroom. His stupid mouth always seemed to run ahead of his brain around you. You probably thought he was an idiot. 

You stood in the bathroom for a minute and couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot. He was so adorable. Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you get ready quickly. You still had to get to the rendezvous point to join the rest of your team. 

The drive was long but it was as if a dam had broken between you and Bucky. Perhaps the shared intimacy of sleeping in each other's arms had made the awkwardness melt away. Whatever the reason, the polite conversation and long silences you had formerly shared with the metal-armed supersoldier had turned into laughs and getting to know each other. He was surprisingly funny and incredibly sweet. The stories he told were endearing. You even managed to make him laugh. He asked questions and listened to you prattle on. 

By the end of the drive, your attraction to him had become a full blown crush. However, there was no time to dwell on it as the team immediately went on to the next part of the mission. It was a few days before you were back home and settled down from the action. You were happy when Bucky sought you out more often after that. You spent time together, laughed, and just enjoyed each other. The only thing that was bothering you is that he had never made a move in the two weeks since that night. You were wondering if he just wanted to be friends. 

You had just closed your door after hanging out with the team for the night when there was a knock. Opening the door, you look curiously at Bucky as he leans against the doorjamb. 

“Hey. What's up?” you ask, your heart beating faster.

“Do you ever think about that morning? Waking up together?” Bucky looks at you. His eyes are filled with such tenderness and just a tinge of fear. 

“All the time. All the time,” you smile widely and pull him through the door.

He shuts it as he walks through and your heart soared as he wrapped you in his arms. You stared into each other's eyes, taking each other in and then the tension snapped. His lips found yours and he kissed you until you were dizzy. It was as if neither of you wanted to separate. When he finally pulls away, you smile at each other. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks,” Bucky says, his hand caressing your neck. 

“What took you so long?” you tease. 

“I’m a little out of practice at the whole dating thing,” Bucky chuckles while his cheeks tinge pink. 

“Does that mean you want to date me?" You bite your lip.

"Yeah, doll. Can I take you to dinner tomorrow?" Bucky asks, nervously.

"Why don't you take me to breakfast in the morning?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Uh, sure. If that's what you want. I'll see you in the morning," Bucky stutters in confusion. 

Realizing he hadn't taken your meaning, you decide to be a little more clear,  "Ya know, it's a long commute from my room to yours, maybe you'd like to just… stay the night?"

Biting your lip, you watch as realization dawns on Bucky's face. It's nearly comical. Sure, you were being forward but you'd practically walked around with a lady boner since that morning. Constantly hot and bothered from feeling him against you but nothing you did seemed to quell the ache. When Bucky stepped forward, his expression was full of wonder, as if he couldn't believe you had extended such an invitation.

He puts a hand on your neck and then pulls you to him for a kiss. You had expected it to be passionate as the one before had been but it was incredibly soft and tender. Your eyes flutter closed as you take in the moment. The feel of his lips, his hand caressing your neck, his metal arm going around your waist to pull you closer, and then suddenly, he breaks the kiss, bends down, and picks you up. You gasp as you put your arms around his neck and stare at him in surprise. Giving you a sweet smile, he walks to your bed and gently lays you on it. He follows you down, settling next to you before finding your lips again. His hands wander over your arms, your hips, your neck, as if he’s discovering you. Memorizing your curves and testing those spots that make you shudder. 

Taking some initiative, you put your leg over his and pull him closer. He rolls you under him, settling between your legs, and putting one hand under your shirt to feel your skin. You slide your hands under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, and push it up slowly. He takes the hint and leans back to pull it off. Running your hands over his chest, the ache between your legs becomes more pronounced. 

When you look into his face, he plucks at the hem of your shirt, the question in his eyes clear. You lift yourself up to help him pull it off and you’re a little surprised when he reaches behind your back and unclasps your bra with ease. He registers your surprised expression and pulls away. 

“I’m sorry. I should- I should’ve asked,” Bucky begins to stutter. 

You put your fingers to his lips and shake your head gently, “I was just surprised at how easily you did that. The answer’s yes.” You pull the bra off and throw it aside, immediately pulling him to you and enjoying the delicious warmth of his chest pressed to yours. You kiss his neck, dragging your tongue across the stubble there. 

Bucky shudders and whispers desperately, “Doll, I’m trying so hard to go slow.”

“Why?” You say against his skin, “You don’t have to go slow.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky groans. 

You let out a little laugh, “I’m not fragile. You won’t hurt me, baby.” To drive home your point, you nip at his neck. And just like that, the dam is broken. Bucky presses you into the mattress, your hands intertwined as he kisses you with abandon. His hips flex into yours and you moan as you wrap your legs around him. He drags his lips down your neck and pays special attention to your breasts as he practically rips open the zipper on your jeans. You shimmy as he pulls them, along with your panties, down your legs and tosses them aside. He’s nearly feral as he pushes your legs apart as wide as he can, stretching your cunt open to him. His mouth attacks your clit and you arch. 

“Jesus! Fuck, Bucky! Oh my god!” Your words melt into moans as he fucks you with his tongue. You arch and keen with each motion over your clit. You grab handfuls of his hair as he eats you. It’s nearly too intense but you wouldn’t stop him to save your life. You’d never felt anything this incredible and it wasn’t long before you cried out, “I’m coming! Fuck! Oh, God, oh, God!” You were babbling as Bucky never even thought to stop or slow down. He kept going as if he’d never tasted anything as divine as you, as if his sole goal in life was to make you feel those incredible waves crash over you. He changed his angle and speed a second later and it had you building more quickly than you knew you could. You were bucking uncontrollably, chasing that friction he was creating, and then your body went taut, “Bucky! Baby, fuck! I- Ohhh!” Your voice died out as your whole body spasmed with the orgasm he had pulled from you. You felt like a ragdoll as you came back to yourself. You look down at Bucky where he’s watching you from between your legs, only his eyes visible as he slowly circles your clit. 

“Glad you aren’t fragile, doll. I’m not done yet,” Bucky smiles as he slides his fingers inside you and flicks his tongue more firmly against you. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, “I can take it.” 

You grab handfuls of the sheets as his fingers find that spot inside you and the feeling of his tongue pushes you higher. You still manage to push the words past your lips, “Just remember, I get to taste you next. Fuck, it’s gonna be so good.” You feel your cunt gush as you say the words and Bucky growls, sending vibrations through you. “That’s right, baby. Gonna suck that cock. Want to feel it hitting the back of my throat. Gonna make you weak, oh fuck, from my mouth. Bucky! I’m gonna-” you scream, you can’t stop yourself. The orgasm that rips through you is the most intense thing that you’ve ever felt. You ride it out, one hand in Bucky’s hair to hold him in place as the incredible aftershocks hit you. When Bucky’s tongue starts making those delicious circles again, you laugh as you pull his head away from you, “my turn, handsome.”

He crawls up your body and hovers above you for a moment, looking at your debauched expression, “You don’t have to, doll.”

You smile and reach up to touch his face before catching him off guard and flipping him under you. Hovering over him, you smile, “I want to.” You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips and grinding your soaked pussy over his considerable bulge. Pulling back, you stare into his eyes as you slide down his body. You pull his sweatpants off and lick your lips as his length bobs in front of you. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.” You wrap your hand around him and give a long lick across his tip. 

“Doll!” The heels of Bucky’s hands are pressed into his eye sockets as if he’s in the most pain… or pleasure of his life. 

“What is it, baby?” you tease, repeating the action. You swirl your tongue around his head as you watch his breathing pick up. 

“I can’t, I’m gonna explode,” he whimpers. 

“That’s kinda the point,” you smirk as you take him in your mouth, running your tongue along his underseam. 

“Jesus, doll, I’m serious! I don’t think I can hold myself back. It’s been too long. You feel fucking amazing,” Bucky moans. 

“Then don’t,” you say before sliding him back in. You fuck him with your mouth, sliding your tongue back and forth, pumping what you can’t fit with your hand, palming his balls, and moaning at the divine feel of him. You employ every trick you know to give him pleasure. He fists the sheets, breathing heavily, and tries not to buck his hips. 

“Doll, I’m gonna… Where- oh, fuck, Doll!” Bucky’s pleas end on a long moan as you slide him into your throat. You hold back your gag reflex as Bucky explodes, filling you with his spend. It’s almost too much but you manage to relax and swallow. His hands nearly shred your sheets. He was incredibly turned on that you would even do this for him but when you slid him all the way in and let him come down your throat, he didn’t think he’d stop coming. His balls tightened up harder than ever before and all he wanted was to make you feel as incredible. You slide him out carefully and move to curl up beside him. “I need more,” Bucky’s voice is gravelly. 

“Oh, sorry, of course,” you sit up to move back down the bed but don’t make it far.

“No,” Bucky says as he lifts you and sets you down with a knee on each side of his head. “Just like this,” he says, pulling you down to sit on his face. Grabbing hold of your headboard, you gasp as pleasure rolls through you. Bucky’s hands knead your ass as he flicks his tongue over your clit again and again. 

“Bucky!”

“Ride my face, doll. Come on, you deserve it after that little show you put on,” Bucky uses his grip on you to move you back and forth, encouraging you to take your pleasure from him. You’re tentative at first but then the pleasure rolls through you as you grind against his tongue. As you roll your hips, he moves his head back and forth adding to the friction. Twisting to look back, you see his cock hardening again and all you can think of is riding it rather than his face, letting him fill you up, and as the image runs through your mind, your cunt spasms.

“Fuck! Bucky! I need you! I need you inside me,” you say the words desperately as you scramble down his body. He’s still only semi-hard but you line him up with your entrance and sink down. “Oh, fuck, yes,” you whimper as you slowly move your hips, eyes rolling back in your head at the pure hedonism. 

Bucky grabs your hips, staring at where your two bodies meet, indulging in the fact that he’s finally buried inside you. “You feel amazing, doll. Fuck.”

“Bucky,” you moan as you feel him growing inside of you, stretching you, hitting deep. “Bucky, I can’t stop. It’s so good, so fucking good,” you babble as you build momentum. You grind your hips against him, pleasure building with each motion.

“I wanna see you come on top of me, doll. Look at me, look in my eyes and come all over my cock. I want to see you fall apart. Give it to me,” Bucky commands. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whine as your orgasm breaks over you. Staring into his eyes, your mouth forms an O as you lose yourself to the spasms. Your hips stutter and Bucky holds your face as he watches you. 

“I know, I know, babydoll. Good girl. You feel so good riding my cock. Just had to have it in you, huh? Couldn’t let me feel you come on my tongue one more time, you needed this cock inside you. Well, I hope you meant it when you said you weren’t fragile. We’re not done yet,” Bucky smiles cockily as he rolls you under him. He starts to move his hips in a slow rhythm, making you lift your knees to wrap your legs around him, arching to give him better access. 

Sex had never been this good. It had never felt like this. Never been this thorough and pleasurable. You were lost in it. Lost in him. He could do anything to you at this point and you would beg for more. 

“Bucky, Bucky, oh god, Bucky, please,” you moan. 

“Please what, doll?” Bucky murmurs in your ear. 

“More, harder, please!” you whine. 

“Good girl,” Bucky praises, “You want more, huh? Yeah, you need it, don’t you? Tell me.”

“I need it. Please, baby, I need more!”

Bucky pulls your legs up, throwing them over his shoulders and begins fucking into you with hard, fast strokes making you cry out. It was intense and you felt your cunt tightening around him.

“Yeah, that’s what my babydoll needed. Fuck, you feel good. You're squeezing me tight, taking me so good,” Bucky’s hands are everywhere, holding your hips, feathering over your nipples, caressing your neck. 

Your brain goes into complete overdrive between his hips driving into you relentlessly and the words of a sex god spilling out of his mouth. Fuck, it was just the first time and you were addicted to him already. You were gonna need a dose of him every day for the rest of your life. 

“Come on, doll. Come for me again. I’m so close but I need to feel you do that all over my cock again. Give it to me,” Bucky demands sweetly. 

“Ohhhh, fuuuck,” you whine as your orgasm slams through you. You nearly black out from the intensity but you will yourself to watch as Bucky loses himself to the fluttering of your cunt around him. His roar of pleasure as he emptied himself into you makes your cunt grip him even tighter. When he’s spent, he lowers your legs and gently lays down beside you. Pulling you against him, he kisses your neck and you smile. 

“See, not fragile at all,” you quip, still trying to catch your breath. 

“I hope not, doll. After all, this is just a break. We’re not done yet,” Bucky chuckles. 

Your eyes widen but, never one to back down from a challenge, you reply, “Barely started, baby.”

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[yona049]

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Part 3

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Part 2

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Disclaimer!

>ptsd

>nightmares

>very chill part of the story.

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The night was quiet, with the excuse of some crickets and some very far off city parties. Y/n was asleep in bed with her head buried in Jason's bare chest.

The curtains blew gently in the wind letting the cool night air circulate though the room.

For once she looked normal. No clown makeup or wildly tied hair. Just a big T-shirt from Jay keeping her comfortable.

Y/n had a few days to calmly sleep where no villain would touch her to get to the Joker or late night bank robberies she had to wake up for.

But somehow this peace of mind didn't last long. Her body suddenly tenses up and her body lashes into a cold sweat.

Jason is first wake up when Y/n's nails scratch into his stomach.

"Ugh! Shit." he swears under his breath.

He delicately blinks before wiggling his body down to her level. Using his hand to cup her cheek.

"Hey, baby it's ok. Shh. Wake up."

His voice so smooth that even flower petals would be jealous. Knowing exactly what Y/n is feeling and having experience with traumatic Villain's, he tried to handle Y/n's nightmare with care.

Y/n's tense body suddenly jumps awake and her eyes were wet with tears. She looks up at Jason with glossy eyes, and in return he only smiles.

"Hey there beautiful, you're safe."

Y/n looks down at her hands before clenching her firsts seeing the scratch marks on Jay's stomach.

"Jason, I'm-" she couldn't manage another word before her face pulls into a sudden sobbing cry.

Jason pulls her back into his chest keeping her tightly in his grasp. Protected from all else lurking beyond the walls of the manner.

His fingertips comb though her hair and his arm tightens around her torso. A comforting pressure he knew she loved to feel.

"It's ok baby, I'm fine. Promise!"

He places butterfly kisses onto her head, reminding her that he's there to help her in any way possible.

Y/n sobbed for a few minutes after, with Jason not once telling her to stop and letting her feel for the first time in months.

Once she finally manage to catch her breath she rubs her nose with the back of her hand.

Jason smiles warmly again and places a small kiss on her tear stricken cheek.

"Let's go get some fresh air, Yeah? I'll show you my new favorite hiding spot."

He offers, combing Y/n's hair from her face. She nods in return and slowly gets up with Jason holding her hand.

They ran down the hallway barefoot like little children again making Y/n smile as they did, until Jason finally stopped at the window.

He pushes it open and moves his head outside for a peak.

"Jason.." Y/n says with a suspicious tone.

In return she only receives a mischievous smirk from Jason who was leaning against the windowsill.

With no effort at all, he falls back and out of the two story window. Y/n's eyes widen suddenly and she runs to try and grab him.

"JASON!" She yells worried pushing her upper body out of the window looking down.

Only for a sneaky kiss to hit her lips as Jason zips up with a grappling hook.

"Shh, you're gonna wake everyone up!" he teases watching Y/n pout.

He reaches around her waist and delicately pulls her out of the window for them both to be left hanging outside.

Y/n hurriedly grabs onto Jason's neck pulling herself against him while he held her around her waist.

With a zip their pulled up the side of the building until finally they reach the rooftop.

Slightly slanted with tiles threatening to slip out, and a buzzing city up ahead. Police sirens were faint but definitely audible, making Y/n wonder who's on patrol tonight.

She and Jason cuddled on the roof with her sat between his legs while he leaned back on his arms.

"So, are you gonna tell me what that nightmare was about?" he asked making Y/n flinch.

He pushed himself up resting his chin on her shoulder.

Y/n smiled and gave the side of his head a kiss. He moved his one arm around her waist trying to comfort her.

"It's a dream I haven't had since the first night in Jokers base."

"Hmm?"

Jason questioned, listening patiently.

"It's about you, what Joker did to you.."

Y/n tensed up.

"Joker talks about it alot. It's hard to bare sometimes. But in the dream, I was there. Watching you bleed out, tied to a chair with a smile painted onto your mouth with you own blood!"

Her breathing becomes shaky again and she starts picking it her fingernails.

"I'm hitting you, over and over! And I can't stop laughing!"

She clenches her jaw.

"Joker told me once, that you'd been beaten so badly that you started laughing-"

Jason quickly pushes his hand over her mouth feeling his body shiver a little from the memories.

"Y/n, please.. Don't."

Y/n finally turns back to look at Jason. His head down and his breathing rapid.

Y/n cups his face delicately pushing it to look up at her.

"Jason, I'm sorry." she tries to comfort him by rubbing his cheek with her thumb. She pushed his hair from his forehead and placed a kiss on it.

"No, it's ok. I asked." he trembled and took her hands in his.

"He's destroyed us both. Yet you've had to stay with him. Love him?" he growls with his fear turning to anger.

"This has to stop Y/n!"

His firsts clench with an angry growl.

Y/n Quickly shakes her head looking down.

"I can't Jason, I promised Bruce I'd get enough info to cut Joker off from inside. Hurt him till he can't recover!"

"HE'S ALREDY DONE THAT!" Jason yells.

"To you! To me! And to most of Gotham!"

Angry adrenaline rushed to his body causing him to stand up and walk a little further from Y/n.

Y/n knew this would happen. Jason got so angry at times that he needed to step back. His muscles tense and he becomes a little aggressive. That's why he made an effort to distance himself from her, to not hurt her.

"He's ruining my life without knowing it! He's keeping you to himself! Kissing you! Touching you! Torturing you. I can't even look at him without seeing his disgusting mouth on you!"

Jason suddenly swings and hits one of the chimney walls with full force. He may not be a Meta human or super, but all his life's training made him stronger than normal.

A very small crack formed in the bricks of the chimney. His body heaving with pent up anger.

Y/n waited a second, watching his tense back, before walking behind him and wrapping her arms around his torso.

She stood still, only holding him until he made another move. Like a elephant trying not to crush a dandelion.

Eventually his muscles relax and he turns around to look at Y/n pulling her into a hug.

A quiet sunrise sneaks up on them while they both bask in each other's comfortable embrace.

"Soon Jason, I'll get myself out. And I'll be here with you. I just need to take Joker down."

He nods, understanding her decision and pushing her head up, he kisses her gently with a mixture of bitter sadness in between.

~~~

"Alfred!" yelled from the kitchen, by a flour covered Tim Drake.

A mixing bowl in his arms, as sizzling pancakes burnt on the pan.

A well dressed butler enters the kitchen and casually lifts the pan off the stove.

"Yes, master Drake?" he questions as he flips the pan upside down letting the burnt pancakes fall into the bin.

"You have to help! Y/n is gonna wake up soon and I want to make her favorite!" Tim panics trying to page through the recipe book with dough covered hands.

Alfred smiles and softly takes the bowl from Tim's arms. He takes the milk and adds a little more to the mixture.

"Please cut the stems off the strawberries, Master Drake."

He nods and runs off to the cutting board. Suddenly the door is kicked open with a thud.

"I've got the oranges!!" Dick pants as he carries two large bags of oranges into the kitchen.

"Don't tell Bruce I grabbed them from his tree! He'll be pissed!"

"Too late!" warns Bruce with crossed arms in the doorway. He chuckled a little at Dicks panicked expression.

Damian runs by Bruce and immediately takes a seat next to Tim, sneakily grabbing a strawberry.

Tim growls and grabs the strawberry back.

"Hey! That's for Y/n! Wait."

Damian sends him a death glare and snatches another one, this time running from Tim's reach.

It's chaos in the kitchen when everyone tries to cook breakfast and make fresh orange juice.

Around the corner Y/n stood listening to the chaos. She was dressed in some jeans and one of Jason's sweaters.

She takes small steps towards Tim who was hyper focused on cutting the strawberries.

With a sudden swing of her arms, she swoops Tim off the seat and spins him around. Damian grabbing the chair before it hit the floor.

"Whoa! Y/N!" He laughs.

Everyone's eyes light up seeing her back in the manner. She giggles setting Tim back down, who spins around in his excitement.

Not realizing he still had a knife from the strawberries still in his hand.

He runs up to Y/n, but instead of an excited smile, Y/n's instincts kick in. She grabs hold of Tim's wrist and twists it until he drops the knife.

Tim whines at her tight grip. And Bruce quickly steps in.

"Y/n!"

Y/n's head snaps back and she gently drops Tim's wrist. She takes a deep breath and smiles again.

"Sorry, Tim. You caught me off guard!"

Tim shakes his head and smiles back at Y/n.

"I know better. I'm sorry!"

Completely wiping the sour moment from the sweet memory, he drags her into the kitchen and shows her his pancakes.

Dick makes quick work of the orange and pours her a glass.

"Milady!" he smoothly slides the glass across the table.

Y/n smiles grabbing it before it hit the floor.

"Good to see you, Mistress L/n."

"Thank you Alfred!" she laughs taking in the deep smell of her favorite breakfast.

Their chatter dims out as Bruce picks up the knife off the ground. He looks at Jason who'd been standing in the hallway watching the entire thing.

They share a mutual worried look before Jason walks into the kitchen beside Y/n.

A few hours after breakfast Y/n was infront of the bat computer, in the echoing bat cave.

Her fingertips flew over the keypad as she brought up multiple villainous faces onto the screen.

Bruce stood close behind with Jason slanted over the chair. Eyes closely watching the screen.

"These are the jokers informants in the GCPD. Commissioner Gordon should know how to handle them quietly."

She squeezes her eyes shut and slants her head down.

"Um... Hold on. I'm trying to remember."

She bites her bottom lip and clenches her fists. Her memories slipping away from the amount of names and information she had to remember.

Bruce delicately places his hand on her back and pats it a little.

"That's good Y/n, don't strain yourself. We have over one hundred and fifty names here. That's enough for now."

Y/n sighs and looks back at Jason who wore a proud smile.

She smiled back and walked over to him taking a seat on his lap and flopping onto his chest with a hefty sigh.

He chuckled at her and started to delicately twist his fingers through her hair.

"I don't see why she's so important!" a voice echos from one of the platforms.

Damian sat cross-legged on one of the tables with a cloth cleaning one of his katanas.

His expression wasn't impressed as he slipped down from his seat and walked up them.

"It's simple enough to be under cover! But how hard can it be to remember a few names?"

Jason quickly growls and was about to yell at the disrespectful little boy, until Y/n put her hand over his mouth and she smirked.

"Alright then!" she says slipping off Jason's lap and walking up to Damian, squaring him up.

"I propose a duel! One of memory and skill!"

Damian makes eye contact and tilts his head, his interest peaked.

Y/n smiles on the inside and explains:

"The computer will simulate random "Karate Kata's" of.. Lets say 200 moves. We will each be told each move beforehand. Then need to preform them right after. Last one to forget a move wins. "

(Definition of Karate Kata : A choreographed series of Karate moves preformed in a certain order to create a full kata. Each kata generally has 20-70 moves.)

Damian takes a second to think placing his hand on his chin.

"We will each be given different Kata's to avoid cheating from the opposing side."

"Agreed!" Y/n says.

Damian sticks his hand out and Y/n shakes it with confidence.

"Now this might be interesting." Bruce mutters in the background.

Sneakily he leans over the desk and holds down a button on the bat computer.

"Hey boys, you might wanna come down and see this~"

He hums, calling the rest of the bat family from upstairs.

Ten minutes later, the smell of popcorn and competition filled the air. Y/n and Damian were situated beside each other on a dojo mat.

Jason, Dick, Tim, Bruce and the one and only Alfred came to watch the spectacle.

With a comm in each of their ears, Y/n and Damian give a bow before taking starting positions. Firsts by their hips and feet apart.

"Computer, send the kata's to their comm's." Bruce gives the starting command.

Y/n closes her eyes to listen while Damian stares into the abyss, both absorbing the info being fed to them.

Moments later they both yell "Ready!"

Bruce drops his arm like the flag at a race track, and watch them both start moving.

Starting with a forward Punch and a sudden back kick, Damian had to dodge quickly.

"Oops! Better stay focused!"

She teases and Damian growls not missing a step in his own Kata.

Every so often they both would have near misses. Almost tripping, punching or kicking each other. This kept their onlookers on their toes.

Nearing the end, Damian starts to slow down, hesitating before every move. Y/ also hesitated once or twice.

Y/n takes a peak back at Damian who was nearing the end of what he could remember. Y/n felt a twinge of guilt in her heart and immediately threw her hands in the air.

"Damn! I really don't remember that well!"

Damian looks back at her somewhat relived but quickly switches back to his serious exterior.

Standing straight, and walking over to Y/n. He shared a hand shake with her.

Even tho everyone knew Y/n threw the game, it was important that Damian wasn't embarrassed infront of his brothers, who's respect he treasured.

"Still, getting this far is a impressive feat. Good game!" Damian smiles a little at Y/n.

Y/n couldn't help the adorable smile, from Damian, becoming her to hug him! Damian's eyes widen and he tries pushing her off.

"Jason!! She has me in her grip!" he calls out for help but Jason chuckles.

"Yeah! I'd say you've got about three seconds before she cuts off your oxygen."

The entire family quickly breaks out in a laugh fest! Watching Y/n share her affection to, what is basically a blushing brick wall.

Damian continues his struggle for a moment until red lights start flaring up.

Everyone's attention now looking at the bat computer waiting for a status report. From laughing family to distributers of justice.

"Oncoming call from Comissioner Gordon." the computer states. Bruce lifts a phone to his ear and nods.

Quickly, Jim's voice beams through the speaker.

"We have a problem. Joker has planted a toxin bomb into Gotham mall. He's holding hostages and is demanding to see Red hood annd Batman."

Bruce squints at the phone before turning his gaze to Y/n.

"On our way." he says finally ending the call.

Y/n felt her breathing catch in her throat and her fists clench.

"He's throwing a tantrum. He's looking for her!" Jason growls standing stiff and ready to fight.

Bruce nods and walks quickly towards the bat suits delicately displayed on mannequins.

"She's set to transport to Arkam tomorrow. But my geuss is that Joker can't wait that long. Dick, Jason, with me!"

Jason growls loudly again and stomps off after Bruce.

Quickly getting dressed. Y/n watches Jason pull two guns from the shelf and shove it into his holsters.

His brown jacket in Y/n's arms leaving him in a black, sleeveless, turtle neck shirt. His movements angry and frustrated.

"Jason.." Y/n whispers.

"What!" he quips.

Y/n flinches gripping the leather in her hands.

Jason's gaze softens with a soft exhale.

"I'm sorry, doll." he walks up to her and places his hands on her arms rubbing them up and down.

She looks down at his brown leather jacket and whispers.

"I know, you're not excited to see the 'other boyfriend' right now. But you can't hurt Joker. He has to break me out of the transport van tomorrow! I... Can't go back to Arkam."

Her grip tightens on the jacket, memories of her parents threatening to flood back.

Jason sighs and pulls her into a small kiss.

"I can't promise that I won't punch him. And I won't allow you to go back there. Not until you're ready."

He whispers to her, giving her arms a gentle squeeze of comfort.

Y/n pushes the jacket onto Jason's chest.

"You need to go."

Jason takes his jacket and swings it over his shoulders leaving Y/n behind with a final whisper.

"I'll be back soon, Love."

[valentinebbxox]

Fears, Chances, & Love Pt.1

pairing: Father Anthony x fem!reader

warnings: pushing away who you love, fears of not being good enough, fears of loving, fear of judgment, bit of angst (especially in pt. 2 and 3 PREPARE YOURSELF)

note: This doesn't go fully with the episode, but he is still in the hospital for the infection from the home tattoo removal. And, I just decided to go with a different direction than this.

word count: 2.7k

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Third Person P.O.V

She's exhausted. This day was already crazy enough with how busy the hospital was. This day simply cannot get any more crazy. But, oh was she wrong, she pushed the bathroom door open to try and get a breath somewhere quiet, finding a priest stood at the sinks. His eyes flit up, hair falling over his forehead in an unkempt manner, blues meeting her own eyes in the mirror.

She stares at him in curiosity in the mirror like she's seen him before. And she has...about 2 years ago... "Holy shit...", she whispers then shakes her head, "Crap sorry um....", she says embarrassed she said that. Her words have his eyes widening, her familiar voice causing his chest to tighten uncomfortably, He'd turn to look at her in the doorway, heart in his throat as he's left speechless, her name coming out in a breathless whisper, " Y/N..?" She looks up at him again. It was him. "Anthony?", she asks. His hands gripping the edge of the counter a little tighter. His shoulders droop a little, "It's been awhile, huh?", he smiles some still looking at her through the mirror. She chuckles nervously and smirks, "Yeah um...almost 2 years I guess.", she says leaning on the door. 'Just about two years and a few months, actually.', the thought has his expression tightening a little. It had been awhile. Tooooo long, he thinks, glancing over her for a moment. "How've you been?" He asks, keeping his voice calm. She shrugs, "As good as I can be I guess. You?", she asks. "Doing alright," he answers, the corner of his lip lifting up just a little. "Better now, I suppose." He looks at her briefly again. She kinda smirks at him but then realized he is here at the hospital. She goes confused, "What are you doing here anyways?", she asks taking a step towards him from the door she was leaning on. "Ah...",He suddenly looks more embarrassed, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. Anthony's eyes dart away from her, "I.. kind of did something stupid" She takes another a step to him "What did you do?", she asks trying to see if it's the reason he was putting a cloth on his chest. Anthony's eyes stay on her as she walks over to him, stopping in very close proximity, having to look down at her to keep eye contact. "I-" he mumbles sheepishly, raising a hand to attempt to cover his collarbone. "I kinda used a- a tattoo removal kit," he muttered. She tries to understand what he just said and chuckles, "Sorry what now?" "You heard me right... " he mumbled, face going red. "I tried to use a tattoo removal kit to get rid of my tattoo. Turns out they aren't as.. effective as I thought they'd be," he chuckled bitterly. She furrows her eyebrows "Let me see?", she says stepping to him a bit more. Anthony swallows, dropping his hand to his side again, reluctantly pulling the collar of his shirt down just enough for her to see the infected and scarring spot below his collarbone. "..Don't laugh at me" he grumbled. She grimaced "Oh my god...I...sorry..", she says catching herself again with her words, but continues to look at the wound. He watches her grimace, letting out a scoff of a laugh, "Yes.. it's not one of my finest moments.." He lets go of the shirt, wincing a little as it brushes against the wound. She catches the part of the shirt keeping it open so she could look at it better "How long has it been like this?", she asks. Anthony watches her push his shirt further down, forcing his eyes onto her, instead of the proximity. "Couple days," he mumbles out quietly, "Tried to keep it covered up, but it only made it worse.." "Days?? Oh no we have to get this checked Anthony. You could be getting worse.", she says but Anthony shakes his head. "I just need antibiotics and I'll be fine.", he says making her look at him like he was stupid.

"Don't give me that look," he muttered, looking away from her, "I'll be fine. All I need is a bit of anti- septic spray and bandages. That'll fix it.", he says gathering the bandages again. She sighs, "Still as stubborn as ever...", she mumbles shaking his head. "And you're still as argumentative as ever," he retorted. His eyes met her again turning around to face her again, noticing how close they were. She stood so close that he could see a few of her freckles. "You need to get checked out. Don't think I won't try and drag you.", she says crossing her arms. "Oh really?" He chuckles, raising an eyebrow, "You gonna drag me to the doctors?" He watches her cross her arms over her chest, his expression shifting playfully, "What are you gonna do if I say no?", he asks with a smirk. "That lady I overheard trying to find a "Father Anthony." She with you and the church?", she asks with a smirk. "Y/N," he exhaled, eyeing her with a glare, "You wouldn't dare.", he says lowly. She smirks some with her own glare, "Wouldn't I? I would if it was the only way for you to get checked. That infection could spread fast and could lead to serious things let's not mention possible death if it's that bad. So...wouldn't I?", she says getting closer in his face some. Anthony goes silent for a moment, eyes staying locked with hers. He sighed, looking away at a spot to the wall behind her, "..Damn it.." He'd fold in a heartbeat if it meant she was using it for something as important as his health, and he thinks she knows it. "No... no.. you would. You absolutely would." "Glad to know you still know me like that...", she say softly looking up at him. Anthony's heart clenches uncomfortably, his eyes finally meeting hers again. She was looking at him.. too close, in such a soft manner with those eyes he's always found himself drowning in. Even after two years, she still had the same effect on him. Anthony stayed silent for a moment, swallowing. "How could I forget..?" He mumbled weakly. She looks away some with a small smile, then back up at him. "Come on let's check that infection out", she says. Anthony let out a heavy breath, straightening from the counter, "Alright, alright. But only if you promise me something" She looks back to him from walking to the door some "What is it?", she asks. Anthony pushes himself from the counter, walking with her towards the door, "You can't tell anyone about the scar. I don't want anyone to know it's from a tattoo" he mumbles. "Don't worry I won't tell miss church lady or anyone other than the doctor", she smiles softly at him. Anthony lets out a scoff, shaking his head, "Yeah her especially." They step outside into the hallway, Anthony falling into step alongside her, "I just...don't want the church finding out.", he says softly. She looks over at him as they walk. "Don't worry about it Tony...", she says looking back where his wound is. "Shame...kinda liked that tattoo.", she says with a small smirk as they are walking. Anthony's heart flutters for a second when she says his name. That familiar nickname she always used for him, one that no one else seemed to have permission to use. "Yeah, well..." he mumbled. He followed her, with a pout, "I did too."

They get to a place in the emergency department and she sits Anthony on a bed "Okay. Doctor should be here in a minute. Let me take a look at it again.", she says standing in front of him. Anthony sighed quietly, his gaze shifting from her to look around the emergency room. He hated hospitals, hated the smell and atmosphere. The lights always bothered his eyes and- "Ah!" He winces, feeling her cold hands on his skin, tugging his shirt down, revealing the infected skin. "Jesus, it's sticking to your shirt more. Might have to get you in a hospital gown. I'll put some antiseptic on until the doc gets here", she says going to get the stuff from the side and then hands him a gown. "Once I'm finished with this you can change into that. Gonna have to take your shirt off for now though.", she says going back over to get the antiseptic ready and bandages as Anthony slowly got on the gown as she wasn't looking. His hands go to the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. "Can't believe you'd make a priest take his shirt off for you" he joked out quietly to try and lessen the tension. She scoffs and smiles some, "Jokes on you. Or did you forget we have seen each other naked before?", she jokes quietly beside him as she gets the antiseptic ready. Anthony huffed in response, rolling his eyes with a faint smile. "Yeah.... I definitely remember." He muttered. He finished the buttons to his shirt, shifting the material from his shoulders. Once his shirt was off, he was revealed with a toned chest and stomach. She tries not to stare so she bites her lower lip as she then concentrates on putting the antiseptic liquid on the infection as she walked over to him. He watched her bite her lip, looking so focused for a moment. His expression softened, watching her move the liquid around with care. Even her small, and gentle touches against his skin was enough to make his heart pick up speed. She focuses but then feels his gaze on her and she looks up some. Anthony didn't even realize that he'd been staring at her until her eyes glanced up. The way she looked up at him, with such gentle eyes, just like she always did... it made him shiver. He swallowed thickly, his fingers curling into the gown, "Ah.. sorry.." he mumbled. She smiles some, "It's fine.", she says then covers it up with a bandage cloth.

"Just keep your hand on that for right now.", she says. Their hands touching when Anthony was going to replace hers. But when theirs touch they just look up and stare at each other again. They don't move for a few seconds. Just looking into each other's eyes. Then, a move of the curtain makes Y/N pull her hand away and make sure Anthony has his hand on it. Anthony's eyes flit to the doctor, a wave of relief hitting him. He had never been good at being looked over, at being touched or examined. It had always made him uncomfortable to some degree. Of course with Y/N being in the room.. that comfort doubled. He didn't feel too worried to have her there with him. Anthony told the doctor what was wrong and the doctor examined him fully and gave Y/N directions to start an iv. Anthony stayed silent and still through most of the examining, flinching every now and again at the more painful touches. Anthony watched as she came back over, heart racing, thudding against his chest. He felt her take his arm, It was then that a certain memory came back to him. He remembered she did tell him something to help. To keep his mind occupied. She whispers to herself just the trick he was remembering "One. Two...poke goes through...", she starts staying the little rhyme as she sticks in the needle in his arm. Anthony looks down at his arm, watching as the needle disappears into his skin, and swears his heartbeat skips entirely. But, then he starts mumbling the rhyme with her, voice low but still heard, Three. Four...no pain anymore.", he looks up at her and she was already looking at him when he finished the little rhyme. She smiles some as she takes out the needle replacing it with the tube, and looks at him as she tapes it, she chuckles "You remember that too.", she says throwing the stuff away. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly with her, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, "Of course, remember. You're the one that taught me it." He looked down as she did the tape, and then just watching her. She smiles at him and then the doctor comes back. "Y/N could you fetch me some of the advanced infection supplies while I look things over?", the doctor says to her and she nods and then glances at Anthony then walks away. He watches her walk away, the room falling silent besides for the doctor doing his inspection. Anthony then felt the room start to spin, and a wave of nausea suddenly hit him. His skin felt suddenly too hot, and his head ached. It had come on so suddenly and out of nowhere. That infection was far worse than it seemed. The doctor notices along with his heart speeding up a few minutes after he was even hooked up to the machine, and then he called on another nurse to help him “Yep, it’s turned to Septic shock.”, and then starts shouting orders around. Anthony didn’t catch the words the doctor was saying at first. He just knew he felt suddenly sick and dizzy, heart thudding hard against his ribs. He felt the other nurses approach him, beginning to feel more anxious by the second. He was in and out still when 10 mins later he hears, “What the hell? What's happening?!”, Y/N…she’s panicking. Anthony was drifting in and out of consciousness, head lolled back against the thin pillow, beads of sweat forming in his forehead. But he could still hear Y/N’s voice ringing through his ears, loud and panicked. He knew she had come back. He opened his eyes, groggily lifting his head to look in her direction. “He was going into shock. But we calmed it down.”, the doctor says and Y/N goes to his side. “Anthony. Hey, can you hear me?”, she says putting a hand to his cheek. Anthony groggily looked up at her, his blurry vision slowly adjusting to focus on her. Her hand on his cheek felt cold against his suddenly burning skin, making him lean into her touch. He blinked a few times, trying to focus, “Y-Y/N…” he mumbled quietly. “I’m here. Just try and breathe and relax as well as you can.”, She moves stray hair from his face and helps the doctor with whatever he needs. Then, Anthony was out and falling asleep. 

Anthony then starting remembering the memories of them both. The good times. Memories of Y/N. Memories of them. All the time they had together two years ago. Despite all that time, Anthony still wasn’t over her. He then remembers telling her he was fully going and moving to a new congregation and had fully believed he found his faith. That he had to leave, and, it was possibly the end of what they had…they both knew it was…but it didn't help the pain he knew she felt but tried to hide. He felt it too he couldn’t deny it. he cared for her deeply no matter how rebellious she was or maybe some may say unlady like in some ways. But he didn't care. Anthony couldn’t stop the memories from flooding through his head. Everything from their first date, to when he told her that he had to leave. He could still see the heartbreak in her eyes, the unshed tears. He could still remember the way her fingers clenched on his, how they both held each other tightly for the last time before they went their separate ways. It had hurt for both of them. But he always swore to himself that it was for the best, for her own good. He felt like he was standing there, watchin them both. And as he was remembering everything, he realized right there he was thinking of himself. He never asked what she may have wanted for them…and now two years later she was here again…taking care of him with doctors. Was this maybe another chance?