#how RUDE of my body to get sun stroke

[dinsdjrn]

marcus mumford sang cowboy like me with maggie rogers tonight at the festival and i don’t think i’ll ever recover it was so hauntingly beautiful PLEASEEE

[azrielsdove]

Softly: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Smuttttt, 18+. This is just a short, smutty fic for my az babies out there <3

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You hadn’t been around many Illyrians before. You remember the first time you saw Azriel, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of the large wings behind him. You had never seen anything like that, anything so dangerously beautiful.

You had been shelving books in your little shop when he had come in. You had turned with a wide smile to greet your new customer, faltering as you took him in. Everything about him was big. You had trailed your eyes over his body before remembering your role here. You cleared your throat and put the smile back on, asking “How can I help you today?” He seemed to have not noticed your reaction to him, or was pretending he didn’t notice.

“I’m looking for a specific book, I was told you may have it here?” Azriel had responded, pulling out a piece of paper with a title and author. You had nodded and disappeared to find it for him. When you brought it back, he had given you a thankful smile and left rather quickly after.

You wanted to see him again.

Much to your pleasant surprise, Azriel began frequenting your little bookstore. You didn’t have too much traffic and sometimes he’d stay for hours talking to you. You started to consider him one of your dearest friends, looking forward to seeing his shadows enter your business.

As time went on your feelings grew for the Shadowsinger. You felt called to him. You started to need to see him, getting anxious whenever it had been a few days since his last visit. You only hoped Azriel hadn’t noticed your change towards him. You knew he would never feel the same way.

Years had gone by since your first meeting, and Az still visited you at least once a week, often more. He had started coming closer to close, helping you lock up and walk you home. You would invite him in occasionally, the two of you staying up late talking and drinking. Those were your favorite nights.

It was a night much like that when everything changed.

You admit you had a bit too much wine to drink that night, but it had been a particularly stressful week with your shop. A sudden increase in clientele had been excellent for your business in theory, yet in practice you weren’t prepared for all the new customers. You had struggled to keep stock, having to turn away many disappointed and angry faeries. Tonight you just wanted to drink and forget about all those problems.

You laughed as Azriel told you a story about his brother Cassian, tipping back more wine. You were probably sitting a bit too close to him on the sofa, but he didn’t seem to mind. You watched the way his eyes lit up as he spoke of his brothers, the way color tinted his cheeks when he revealed something embarrassing. You saw the way his shadows would swirl excitedly when he talked about something dangerous, and you loved the way his wings fluttered with them.

Oh, those wings.

They were one of your favorite parts of Azriel. You loved the way they would catch the sun, brown and red light shining through. You loved the way they reacted to his emotions, how you could tell what he was feeling that day depending on his wings. You loved how they hung strong on his back, giving him that deadly appearance.

You wanted to lick them.

You didn’t think as you reached a hand out and lightly stroked the edge of the wing closest to you. You didn’t even realize what you had done until you noticed Azriel go rigid, his story ending abruptly. You straightened up immediately, your cheeks going red. “Oh, Az I-i’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did that without even asking. Did I hurt you?” You asked, embarrassed at your actions. He shook his head, refusing to look at you. “I don’t know anything about Illyrians. Was that rude? Oh I am so sorry!” You rushed out, feeling hot tears of humiliation fill your eyes.

Azriel quickly looked at you when he heard the break in your voice, spotting your tears as they spilled out of your eyes. “Hey, no, it’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” He said comfortingly, reaching over to brush your tears away. You ducked your head, focusing on your glass of wine.

“They’re just beautiful.” You whispered. “I wanted to know what they felt like.” You slowly looked up to him, asking; “Can I touch them again?” Azriels eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed a few times. Finally he nodded, saying; “Softly.” You broke into a giddy smile and set your wine glass down on the table. You carefully reached your hand out, stroking the wing in the same spot. You let your fingers brush over their softness, wanting to feel every inch of them.

You were so caught up in memorizing the feel of Azriels wings against your fingers that you didn’t notice the way his hand gripped the armrest of your sofa. You rubbed down a particularly sensitive spot on his wings, stilling your motions as you heard him let out a heated groan. You looked into his eyes, shocked to see them blown wide with lust. “Az?” You asked curiously, confused as to what was happening.

“Do you know what touching an Illyrians wings feels like for us?” He asked, voice deep. You shook your head as you removed your fingers from him, wondering if you had hurt him in some way. He turned to you, leaning close. Your body was caged under Azriels, your heart going a million beats a minute. “It feels like this.” He spoke lowly, running his fingers over your neck. You gasped at his touch, heat flowing through your body. He seemed to enjoy your reaction, a small smile coming onto his face.

You had imagined a situation like this so many times before, so many nights with your hand between your thighs. Nothing compared to having Azriels hands on you, and all he had done was touch your neck. You were fucked.

You felt like he could read your mind as his smile widened and he leaned down to press a light kiss to the place his fingers had just moved from. You arched into him, wanting more, needing more. “I’ve wanted to touch you for years now.” He whispered over your skin, one hand falling to press your hip down into the couch. You gave a soft moan at his words, desire ripping through your body. You didn’t think twice before you reached up and ran your fingers over his wings again.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” You breathed out, his hand tightening on your hip. Azriel wrapped his other hand around your throat, forcing your eyes to look into his.

“Do it again.” He ground out, a low moan ripping through him as you ran your fingers down the ridges again. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He said before sliding his lips over yours.

The kiss was passionate, needy, searing. It was everything you wanted and more. You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, the other running down his wings again and again. You gasped when he ground down into you, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

You. Were. Fucked.

The hand on your hip slid under your waistband, finding you over your underwear. He chuckled darkly against your mouth when he felt the wetness seeping through. “All for me?” He asked, kissing you harder. Azriel slipped his fingers under the delicate lace, running them up and down, teasing you.

“Az,” you moaned out, pushing your hips into his touch. He pulled away and smiled down at you, enjoying the lust all over your face.

“What do you say, my needy girl?” His voice was hot, dangerous. You were going to explode if he didn’t touch you.

“Please, Az,” You breathed, his fingers toying with you. “Please touch me.”

At those words his fingers plunged into you, your back arching off the couch as you threw your head back. Fuck. The hand on your throat angled your head back to look at him, a smirk on his face. “Now now, I want to look at those pretty eyes when I make you cum.”

Oh gods. Oh gods. You were done for. You were done for. Azriel moved the palm of his hand so it was rubbing against you, heightened the pleasure you were feeling. You couldn’t help as moan after moan spilled from your lips, the coil tightening in your stomach. You were so close, so close.

Azriel flicked his fingers inside of you once more and you came with a scream, shaking under him. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He murmured, kissing your neck, your ears, your face as his fingers helped you through your high. He stopped once you let out a cry of overstimulation, pulling his fingers out of you before popping them in his mouth.

Fucking. Hell.

“Az, if you don’t fuck me right this second i’m going to lose my mind.” You said, your words dripping with desire. His eyes darkened as he leaned over you, the hand on your throat tightening.

“I don’t believe you give out the commands here,” was all he said before attacking your lips with his again. Your hands were all over him, on his chest, on his wings, desperately undoing his pants. You slid him out once you got the ties undone, groaning at the thick length in your hand.

“Az,” you moaned again, pressing your hips into his. “Please.”

“Please what?” He teased, dragging his tip through your folds. You grabbed his head and pulled him down to you, kissing him with as much desire as you could muster.

“Fuck me.” You whispered against his lips, a cry coming from you a second later as he began to push in. Gods, he was so big.

“That’s it, that’s it. You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He moaned as he sunk down into you, inch by inch. Once he bottomed out he took a moment for both of you to catch your breath.

You raised your hand, running a finger down his wings again. “Please move, Azriel.” You gasped out, feeling his body push into yours at your touch.

“As you wish.” He answered, pulling out before thrusting all the way back in. You couldn’t help the scream that tore from you. You dug your nails into his back, your other hand still playing with his wing. He began biting and sucking on your neck, relishing the moans you were giving him. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.” He ground out as you ran your fingers down his wings again.

“Good. I want you to cum in me.” You breathed against his skin, a particularly strong bite settling on your neck as he took in your words. Az picked up speed, hand sliding between your legs to circle you. You began moaning his name like a prayer, unable to think anything else. He brought your eyes down to look at his again, fucking you through another orgasm. You scratched your nails on his wing and he came a second after you, spilling into you with a roar.

You both laid there for a few minutes, breathing heavily and processing what you just did. You began to worry that he was going to regret it, that it was a drunken mistake, that he was never going to want to see you again. Azriel pulled out of you slowly, watching as his cum dripped from you.

“I don’t know if I can go without seeing this everyday for the rest of my life.” He said, voice deadly serious. Your eyes widened at his words, your heart soaring. You rose to your knees, pressing your hands to his chest as you lightly kissed him.

“Then make me yours, Shadowsinger.” You said against his lips, a smile breaking out on his face. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back down on the couch, kissing all over your face.

“You’re already mine.”

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This was just a short little thing to breakup the angsty ones i’ve been writing! I needed something a little easy haha. Please give me all your feedback! My requests are open as well if theres anything you guys want specifically <3

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Kiss an Angel Good Mornin’

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Summary: Morning vibes. Just enjoying alone time with each other in the early morning while the twins are asleep.

Warnings: fluffy

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*20 weeks pregnant*

Waking up pregnant and not getting sick is something I will never take for granted.

Especially after getting sick all the time while pregnant with twins.

This morning, what woke me up was the beautiful sun shining through the open blinds.

I admired Joe peacefully sleeping next to me. He had somehow ended up on his stomach, and the sheet was barely covering his waist.

Joe’s mouth was slightly hung open as he snored, and after I watched him shiver, I grabbed one of the throw blankets from the foot of the bed and draped it over him.

A smile formed on my lips when he started snuggling himself into the blanket but started reaching around for something.

“Baby…” - Joe mumbled

His gorgeous blue eyes slowly revealed themselves, and Joe scooted closer to me to lay his head on my pillow.

“You’re far away.” - Joe

“I’m right here, Joey.” - you laid your head on his chest

“Stay here.” - Joe

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” - you

“Good.” - Joe

A few minutes later, I wanted to say something but I was worried that Joe was asleep again.

“Are you awake?” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe

“I say we don't get out of bed till Tyson or Miles comes in here to wake us up.” - you

“Sounds good to me.” - Joe rubbed a large hand over your bump

“I'm still amazed that I don't have any morning sickness with her.” - you

“Baby Girl wants to keep her mama feeling good.” - Joe

“How very kind of her.” - you giggled

It fell silent once again, the only sounds you could hear were of the sheets rustling because Joe was trying to get even closer to me.

“Babe. I don't think you can get any closer to me.” - you laughed

Joe wasn't stopping and entangled my legs with his as he pressed his entire body against mine. The only thing he wasn't pushed up against was my belly because he was fully aware of the precious cargo stored inside.

“There.” - Joe mumbled

He slowly traced shapes on my bare forearm and let out a content sigh.

“I think it's funny how someone who hates PDA is such a cuddler behind closed doors.” - you laughed

“Next time we are in a public event where a bed is present, I promise to cuddle you.” - Joe deadpanned

“Rude.” - you

I looked up at his face to find him smiling with sleepy eyes.

Rolling my eyes got me nowhere except getting held tighter by Joe, which I didn't think was possible.

Just a few seconds later there were a few little knocks on the bedroom door.

“Mommy?” - Miles

Joe groaned as his alone time with his wife was being whisked away from him.

“I'll be right there!” - you started to get up from the bed but Joe wouldn't budge

Joe was full-blown wrapped around me like a koala right now.

“Babe. Let go.” - you

“5 more minutes.” - Joe whined

“I have to get up and change now.” - you

It took me probably more than five minutes to pry Joe off of me, but even when I did and was on my way to the closet, he followed behind me.

“Yes?” - you

“Please come back to bed. I want to cuddle, and you know I never ask for that.” - Joe

He was right. When Joe asked to be cuddled it was because he truly wanted it.

“You know I can't say no to you.” - you cupped his cheeks in your hands

Joe smiled big and took my hands to guide me back to the bed.

I wasn't even fully lying down and Joe was already wrapping himself around me.

“Joe.” - you laughed

He buried his face into my neck and slowly stroked my bump with his thumb.

“I love-” - Joe

“Daddy!” - Tyson banged on the door

“Oh my god.” - Joe groaned

Joe grabbed the comforter and pulled it over our heads as he heard the door creak open.

“Where’d they gwo?” - Tyson

“They gone!” - Miles gasped

One hand covered Joe’s mouth and my other covered mine to try to silence our laughs.

“Mama… Dada?” - Tyson gasped

“Twy… where are they…” - Miles

One… two… three…

Me and Joe jumped out of bed and ran after the twins who were by now screaming and laughing.

Life with Joe and these boys could never be boring, and that was perfectly fine with me.

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[mymindcreatedthis]

Morning Sex 18+

Reader x Caitlin Foord

Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut

Word count: 3.6k

*Y/n's Pov*

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore I cum deep inside her. Caitlin moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her, painting her walls white. I help Caitlin ride out her high once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum pours out of her and drips down her thighs and onto the bed. 

"Fuck my tits." Caitlin says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest think I've heard. I sit on her stomach and place my dick between her tits. Caitlin covers my dick in spit and slowly strokes my dick with her tits.

I moan and lean my head back and close my eyes as she continues to jerk me off with her tits. I massage my boobs roughly as she continues to stroke my dick with her tits.

I moan. "Mmm your tits feel amazing wrapped around my dick baby."

"Fuck my tits baby, cum all over my tits and face." Caitlin says seductively.

She strokes my dick with her tits faster than before. I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. After 5 more minutes I feel my balls tighten.

Cumshot:

I can't take it anymore, I cum all over her tits some of the cum goes on her face and in her mouth. I moan as my cum continues to slowly ooze out of my dick and onto her tits.

"Better?" Caitlin giggles.

"Yes much better. Thank you." I moan.

Caitlin Cutely giggles and kisses me. She gets up, she grabs new clothes and goes into the bathroom and showers.

I lay there staring at the ceiling. I pant catching my breath and coming down from my high.

Holy shit, that was amazing. Caitlin came out of the shower and joined me in bed, let's just say we went another round and ended up falling asleep naked.

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*Y/n's pov*

I'm rudely woken up by the sun shining in my eyes. I groan and look at the time. 8:30 am.

I sigh and rub the sleep from my eyes. Caitlin had her head in my chest, our legs were tangled together and her arms wrapped around me. Caitlin moves her hand and places it on my dick, I bite my lips as she does this.

*Caitlins Pov* wet dream

I can't get enough of Y/n. The tone of her body, her smile, her beautiful smile sending shivers down my body every time I see it. Her tits.... The way her tits so perfect, her dick. God I can't get enough of her dick, she has such amazing dick game.

"Y/n fuck me please, I need you inside me." I moan as I sit on her legs and kiss her repeatedly.

"Okay baby..... get on all fours." She cutely smiles. Y/n gives me one more kiss, before pushing me back onto the bed.

I haven't felt this way in a long time. Feeling this horny felt a bit tiring, just wanting Y/n to do something to me, to please me how I knew she could. I get on all fours as she tells me too, Y/n kneels behind me and begins to tease my dripping pussy with her throbbing length.

Without a word I gasp and moan as she spanks my ass and slides her dick inside me. I moan as I take her length deep inside me, she started off slowly before getting faster and faster. Her balls bouncing off my ass every so often she'd spank me, her spanks getting harder and harder.

"F-Fuck Y/n please keep going." I moaned as I arched my back further, my head buried into the pillows.

"You like that Caitlin, me fucking you as hard as I want. Spanking you and making your pussy mine."  Y/n moaned gripping my ass.

"Yes I love it, I'm getting so close." I moaned again, as Y/n showed no mercy to my pussy, going faster and harder.

She kept going thrusting in and out of me, letting out a moan and a grunt after each thrust. My brain was going crazy, my eyes rolling to the back of my head after every thrust Y/n was giving me. My body jolting forward more and more from the force she was fucking me with.

Y/n slowly traveled her hand up my body, first gripping my ass, then Slowly rubbing my back until she grabbed my ponytail pulling it allowing her to go even deeper inside me.

"F-Fuck Y/n I'm going to, I'm going to cum... please let me cum." I moaned as I gripped the sheets. Y/n still had a tight grip of my hair her thrusts not slowing down.

"Cum for me, be a good slut and cum all over my dick." Y/n moaned.

It didn't take long until I felt that familiar knot forming in my stomach once she gave me permission. "F-Fuck Y/n." I yelled as I begin to squirt all over her dick and stomach, liquid leaking out of my pussy.

Y/n gave me one final  spank before pulling out, not wanting to give my body too much of a shock. Looking down at her stomach and her still hard throbbing length, she looked back up at me.

"You've made a mess all over my stomach Caitlin." She said shaking her head with a slight smile. "Clean up your mess slut."

I blush darkly, her words making me super wet and making my legs weak. I didn't say anything, I got into the position she wanted me in, my face leveled with her length. She placed her hand in my hair as I begin to lick up my cum off her stomach. Y/n guiding my head around her stomach, her taking control of my head movement.

"Such a naughty girl for making such a mess all over me." Y/n smirks as she shook her head. Still guiding my head around her stomach. "Open that mouth of yours." Y/n whispers brushing her thumb over my lips.

I did as I was told, immediately opening my mouth. Y/n didn't hesitate she slides her hard throbbing length in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat immediately causing me to gag.

"Your mouth is amazing." Y/n moaned as she began to lightly thrust, her hands gripping my scalp slightly all I could do was choke and gag.

"Get all the cum off my dick for me." Y/n said taking another hard grip to not my pony tail as she sped up her movements.

My eyes begin to water, spit running out of my mouth covering Y/n's dick.

"So sloppy baby you're gonna make me cum. Keep going keep taking me and you can have all my cum down that throat of yours." Y/n moaned again gripping my hair tightly.

Throat pie:

One final push of my head, taking her entire length down my throat she exploded inside my mouth, painting my throat white with her sticky cum.

I gulped swallowing her entire load, licking my lips to collect any that dripped out of my mouth from being too full.

"You taste amazing baby." I hummed as I swallowed the last of her cum.

"You cleaned me up so well. Like the good girl I know you are, there's a lot more where that came from." Y/n said kissing my lips.

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End of Caitlin's wet dream *Y/n's pov*

Caitlin begins to stroke my dick. I quietly moan in pleasure as she does this, Caitlin kisses and sucks on one of my tits and continues to stroke my dick. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

Caitlin stirs awake and giggles. "Sorry baby. I'm really horny."

I moan and smile. "It's okay baby, did you have a wet dream?"

"Such a wet dream. All about you, I just need you so badly, please Y/n." She cutely begged.

"I'm sure I can help you out with that baby." I smiled and pulled her into a kiss. I pull away from the kiss Caitlin let out a small moan and immediately blushes darkly as she turns dark red.

"Someone's very turned on." I giggle.

"I just want morning sex please Y/n. Please I've woken up so fucking wet I need you so bad." Caitlin begged.

I smiled to the noise of Caitlin's begging voice. "Lay down then baby."

Caitlin quickly lays down, on her back. Her bed head still in tact, a slight bit of sleep still visible in her eyes. "Someone's very turned sexy baby, I'm gonna devour that pussy of yours." I moaned.

I start kissing her inner thighs. Before moving to her stomach watching her breath hitch at the sensation of my kisses.

"Please Y/n, hurry up." Caitlin moaned. Her hand  taking my ponytail, turning it into a make shift bub for her to grab pushing my head deeper where she needed me.

I give in to Caitlin's beg and immediately lick her slick folds holding her legs apart stopping her from closing her legs.

"Fuck Y/n, please go faster." She moaned slightly digging her nails in my scalp.

I smirk at her reaction Caitlin was giving me, her being so turned on, her moans echoing through the room this early in the morning was turning me on. I could feel myself getting harder and harder and throbbing.

Ignoring my length becoming bigger and bigger I spit on her clit and begin to suck feeling her squirm under my touch.

"You close baby?" I whispered as I snaked my hand up her body taking a light grip of her right boob.

"Yes, S-So close Y/n, I'm going to cum." She responded moaning, her eyes glued shut as I kept working my tongue through her folds.

Caitlin's moans became louder and louder as I begin to taste her cum on my tongue. Caitlin grinds her hips against me as she cums, her cum leaking all over my face as she pushed my face further into her entrance. I lick up all of Caitlin's cum that was left, causing her to shake from being over  stimulated.

"Fuck." Caitlin moaned sweat dripped from her forehead.

"You all done." I questioned jokingly knowing Caitlin's reaction.

"No baby, please. I need you still. Woke up needing you so bad, I'm not done yet." Caitlin pleaded.

"I know, I know I'm joking. Get on your hands and knees baby, I want your ass." I softly ordered watching Caitlin's face change from worry to a more fiery look.

She got off her back immediately getting onto her hands and knees. "You made me so hard from all your moaning baby, need to use you for my release." I moaned giving Caitlin a light spank as I lined my dick up with her hole teasing it slightly.

"Please Y/n, use me for your release please." Caitlin moaned back gripping the sheets after every spank that connected with her ass.

"Don't worry, I will." I replied thrusting my length inside of her giving her no time to think.

"Uuuhuh f-fuck." Caitlin moaned. "You're fucking huge Y/n."

I stayed still for a second, giving her time to get used to the full feeling she was being put through before. "You like the feeling of me filling you up with my dick baby this early in the morning?" I moaned as I thrust in and out of her slowly, I moan and pick up the pace going faster and rougher taking grip of her hips.

"I love it so much baby. Please, please fill me up with your cum." She moaned turning me on all the more.

My thrusts became faster and rough then before after the words that left Caitlin's mouth. The sight of her ass rippling, bouncing off my thighs pushing me on, making my balls tighten.

"I'm gonna cum so hard, you're so tight baby." I moaned spanking her ass again and gripping it tightly.

"Do it Y/n, cum in my ass. Fill it up." Caitlin begged.

I kept going, thrusting as hard as I could hearing the effect, the feeling I was putting Caitlin through.

"F-Fuck Caitlin... I'm gon-"

Creampie:

I'm not able to warn Caitlin in time as I shoot my cum deep inside her ass. Filling her up to the brim, some dripping out and down her leg.

"Fuck baby, I'm sorry I couldn't warn you. I've filled you up so much." I giggled at the sight I had created inside her ass giving her one final spank.

"I feel so full, thank you." Caitlin moaned.

She stood up off the bed making her way over to the window that faces out to the into the backyard.

"I want you to have my pussy baby, pushing me up against the window under the sunlight." Caitlin requested extremely turned on and craving more.

"Are you sure? People might see." I say biting my lip as I check out her ass in front of me.

"Then why don't we put on a show for them." Caitlin giggled in response getting in position.

"If you say so." I giggled.

The girl knew what she wanted and all I had to do was give it to her. Getting off the bed, I made my way over to Caitlin. Her tits up against the window, I kiss around her neck and her back teasing her soaking wet folds with my tip.

I insert my length inside of her, she gasped a the sudden full feeling. Her legs buckled slightly as she stabilized herself standing as she began to lean forward and backwards riding my dick as she stayed pinned against the window.

"Fuck baby you like the risk of people seeing you?" I moaned gripping slightly at her ponytail, pulling her hair so she was looking a me.

"Fuck baby I love it so much, love the way you'rere having me against the window." She moaned.

I begin to speed up my thrusts, moving her hands against the window so she could hold herself up, her entire body now pressed against the window. Giving anyone who walked past the window an amazing view.

The sight of Caitlin's ass bouncing began to push me to the edge slightly, my balls getting closer and closer to releasing a load of cum.

"I'm getting close baby, are you going to be a good girl and be ready for my load?" I grunted, gripping her ass tightly.

"Yes baby, going to be such a good girl. Give me all that cum, fill me up like the slut I am." She yelled clearly being turned on all the more by the thought of me filling her up.

Her pussy felt like heaven, tightly gripped around my dick. Her grip only getting tighter.

"Fuck Caitlin I-I'm....."

Creampie:

I couldn't take her tight grip anymore. My hands pushing her against the window as I filled her pussy up with my white sticky cum.

"Oh my fucking god Caitlin, you're filled to the brim." I moaned as I looked at the mess I had left behind inside her. Some cum slowly dripping out, down her leg and onto the carpet.

"Fuck Y/n, look at the imprint of my body on the window." She laughed, her hair a mess from me pulling it.

I looked at the window laughing to myself.

"Fuck baby, would have loved to see your boobs pressed up against the window from the other side." I moaned pulling her into me, gripping her ass to pick her up.

Caitlin giggled into my neck as I picked her up placing her back on the bed.

"Can I suck your dick?" Caitlin questioned me as I laid down beside her.

"If that's what you want to do baby I wouldn't stop you." I giggled.

"Just want to feel your morning wood in my mouth." She smiled as she shuffled her way between my legs sorting out her pointy tail for me to hold onto.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take it all?" I questioned as she spat on my dick.

"I'll take all of it, be your good girl." She moaned as she began to slowly jerk me off, spitting on my tip as her spit traveled down my length.

Slowly Caitlin lowered herself head and begin to give me head. Her mouth so warm around the tip of my dick.

"Such a good girl." I moaned as I grip her ponytail just like she wanted me too.

She began to bob her head faster, knowing the effect she had on me, allowing my dick to slide all the way down her throat. Caitlin chokes and gags at the sudden feeling.

"Fuck Caitlin, do that again please." I begged, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head from the sensation. Sweat dripping down my forehead.

Caitlin did as I pleaded, repeating what she did allowing my dick to once again slide all the way down her throat causing her to gag again. Her spit spluttering everywhere covering my length moving her hand to play with my balls. The way she was playing with my balls began to make them tighten up. Combined with the speed she was bobbing her head, she was pushing me closer and closer to exploding in her mouth.

"Fuck Caitlin, if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned as I repositioned my grip on her pony tail guiding her head up and down on my length. I could feel precum leaking out of my dick and into her mouth telling her that I was getting closer to my release.

She hummed against my dick in response as well as the new taste she was experiencing as she gripped onto my thighs to further up her speed.

"Uuuhh F-Fuck Caitlin S-Slo...."

Throat pie:

I couldn't take it anymore. Her mouth was too good, without any warning cum came oozing into her mouth causing her to choke and gag. I kept hold of her head as she took my load, swallowing it all.

"Good slut. Swallow all of that up." I moaned as I pushed her head slightly down making her take my full length one more time.

Releasing her head, Caitlin took a deep breath to help catch her breath. Her eyes watering, her face was a mess from all her spit and drool.

"Fuck baby, your face is such a mess." I moaned as I leaned back taking in the view I was partly responsible for.

"You like my face being a mess?" Caitlin smirked.

"Love it so much, shows that you're mine." I smiled.

Caitlin lays on the bed beside me, we look at each other and smile. "That felt just like the dream I had." She admitted.

"You're so naughty dreaming about me owning your throat." I giggled.

"I couldn't help it." Caitlin giggled. "You just turned me on so much."

We both sighed a sign of fatigue but also a hint of desperation.

"One more?" I questioned.

"One more." Caitlin agreed giggled. "Let me ride you, please in front of the mirror." Caitlin begged.

"Yes please." I answered immediately not turning down an offer so good.

We have a mirror opposite of our bed, every so often when Caitlin in this type of mood she rewards me having sex in front of the mirror allowing me to see both angles.

With a smile on her face Caitlin stood up, facing me she lowered herself down guiding my length into her entrance for one more release.

"Fuck Y/n, I love the way your tits bounce as I ride you." She moaned.

"Suck my nipple Caitlin, and don't stop until we both cum." I ordered her, instantly she latched onto my left nipple sucking roughly placing her right hand on my right boob squeezing it slightly.

She began to ride me bouncing up and down. Her moans were muffled from her sucking on my nipple.

"Fuck baby you feel so good." I moaned gripping her ass as I helped her bounce up and down.

The sound of her ass clapping down onto my skin sounded like music to my ears. The sight of her sucking my nipple turned me on even more.

"You're fucking perfect Caitlin." I moan.

I rest my head against the head board. Letting Caitlin do all the work. I looked over her shoulder into the mirror. The sight of my dick being swallowed up by her pussy was a sight I was not ready for.

"F-Fuck Caitlin, your pussy is swallowing me up." I moan in pleasure.

In response Caitlin bit down on my nipple lightly knowing she wasn't allowed to stop.

"Cum baby, as soon as you cum I'll cum I'm so fucking close." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Suddenly I could feel Caitlins body begin to shake as she begin to bite down on my nipple. Her grip one my right boob getting harder.

*Creampie*

We both cum at the same time. I moan in pleasure as I feel her juices mixed with my cum run down her leg onto mine. My dick leaking with cum continuously, Caitlin carried on riding me until she couldn't  collect any more of my cum before releasing her nipple from my mouth.

"Best morning sex ever." Caitlin moaned as she kissed me lovingly my dick still inside her.

I lift her up and slowly pull out.

"We have to do this every morning." I begged.

"Deal every morning." Caitlin laughs.

[rossmacdonaldsgf]

it’s almost the end of tour, im destroyed. so to cope with sadness, have a matty x female reader fluffy one shot of a show day.

matty x female reader

no warnings

maybe it was tiredness, fondness or an array of complex emotions that formed the purple eye bags under all their eyes. that atmosphere at the shows were different now, everyone could see it, feel it, breathe it. nobody could quite tell if their eyes were glossed over with tears or exhaustion. the days were so long and gruelling, early mornings and late nights, faint smells of long lit cigarettes and open bottles of rum. their life packed and folded into two suitcases currently burst open with an array of items littering the floor. he wasn’t sure how long he’d been awake, not too long he thought, his eyes still heavy with the weight of exhaustion, he longed to be able to close his eyes and welcome the inviting arms of sleep, but his brain fought a battle and kept his body waiting. it was quiet, too quiet for him, he liked the buzz and busyness of noise, the only formable sound was her, her heavy breathing signalling her peace. his fingers itched to touch her, comb her hair and kiss her head, but, in the fear of waking her, he settled for tracing her face with featherlight touches, down the bridge of nose, across her pouted lips, down to her chin. she sighed, almost as if she could sense his lingering presence, that noise stilled him in the fear she was awakening. ‘its rude to stare you creep.’ she was obviously awake now.

their mornings were slow, movements sluggish, trying to ease the agonising ache of their muscles from the dancing and performing. they swayed, their movements identical and soft, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, his chin resting on her head, drinking in the smell of her. a billy joel song played quietly on the radio, a song she couldn’t quite recall over the sound of his humming and breathing. she cracked an egg, letting the sound of sizzling oil overtake the kitchen, it spat, catching her on her wrist. she hissed, bringing it up to eyeline to inspect it, ever the fusser he tutted, ‘you okay baby?’. god, that nickname could send her melting into a puddle, even after the thousands of times he’s carelessly used it. she hummed a yes, eyes carefully watching as he bought her wrist up to his lips kissing it, ‘all better.’ she laughed, shaking her head, she turned around to face him, hooking her arms over his neck to pull him down for a sweet kiss. ‘you make everything better.’

the taxi ride to the venue was quiet, not the kind of quiet where your thoughts battle against everything else as you try and find something to say, no, it was the kind of quiet that didn’t need conversation to be comfortable. it was soft and sweet and welcoming, it exhibited love and safety, his head was on her shoulder, bumping with the potholes in the road, yet never waking, his sunglasses shielded his eyes from the sun that was strangely bright for mid march. she sat there, picking at the skin on her fingers, too scared to move in the fear of waking him, she would’ve read a book, but she gets carsick and the idea of her breakfast reshowing cancelled out her want to finish her latest read. the taxi pulled up to the venue, in the background, if she listened hard enough she could hear the chatter and laughter of campers, their dedication was something she admired. camping in the cold weather for days? no thanks. her hand made its way to his head, her thumb softly stroking his nose. ‘honey, we’re here.’

while he soundchecked, she foraged through his bag to find a t-shirt to steal for the night ahead humming along to the songs she could faintly hear reverberating from the arena to backstage, she worked quickly, wanting to meet him when he got off to share the scarce time they got together. ‘stealing my things love?’. he must’ve just got of stage, obviously coming straight to the dressing room, she laughed, choosing her culprit, an old white shirt. ‘thinking of stealing your look for tonight, thoughts?’. he smirked, sauntering over, ‘you wear it better than me.’ she smiled at him, dimples forming in her cheeks, ‘glad to know your ego allows you to know that i do in fact, wear everything better.’ he chuckled, helping her do the tie she carelessly strung around her neck, stepping back he admired her, ‘my beautiful, beautiful y/n.’

it was electric. always was, always will be. the crowds, the music, everything. it was addicting, intoxicating and it never got old. she loved seeing him in his element, she loved seeing the way he shined in the spotlight, she loved hearing his voice, she loved seeing all the guys, she loved it all. the last notes of “give yourself a try” were sounded out, the audience going wild, thousands of people waving at the guys, hoping to get a reaction. they bowed. and it was over, he ran off, going straight into her awaiting arms, kissing her forehead. in his arms, she could hear his heart hammering against his chest, she rested her ear on it, listening to the rhythmic noise. ‘was it okay?’ a soft smile. ‘you’ve never been better my love.’

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 7: Stitched into Skin

Summary: Tommy wants to get a tattoo of Lucy's name.

Word Count: 1,246

Warnings: None.

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She had said it as a joke. Really. 

The question had been innocent enough, Tommy leaning back in his hair with her settled in his lap, one hand smoothing over her thigh, the other holding a cigarette, blue eyes pulled away from the loose papers spread out across the desk to gaze at her. 

She knew he’d been wanting to get a tattoo of her name–or at least something to represent her–for ages. He’d mentioned it more than once in passing. 

“Where do you think I should get it?” he’d asked, bringing the cigarette to his lips. Lucy leaned her head back against his chest, staring up at him. 

“I don’t know…” her voice trailed off as he circled his finger along her inner thigh. And then the thought came to her, and it was far too funny not to vocalize, biting her lip to keep from giggling. “How about on your ass?”

His eyebrow raised, cheeks twitching in that way she knew meant he was trying not to laugh. She could physically see it as the joke processed in his mind. 

And when he started to actually think about it. 

His eyes were still warm and amused, but there was a calculated spark to them, too. It was the same look he got when he was scheming up some sort of new strategy. Her back went ramrod straight.

“No, no, no, no, no. I was joking–”

“Now hang on a second,” he said, expression turning impish. “I think it’s an interesting idea…”

“Tommy, I swear to God–” 

“You did say you were worried about people accidentally seeing it…”

“Thomas, if you get my name tattooed onto your ass, I will break up with you.”

“Now, that would be rude, wouldn’t it?” he laughed, adjusting her in his lap so that she was straddling his thighs, facing him with his hands on her hips. “I try to do something romantic and sweet by getting your name stitched into my skin, and you leave me over it?” his eyes widened with mock hurt that was greatly undercut by the amused sparkle in them. 

She rolled her eyes and kissed him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You really don’t want to brand me?” he asked against her lips with a tempting smile. She leaned back, hands resting on his shoulders while she looked at him, blinking up at her innocently. 

“Hm…well, when you put it like that…”

He laughed, pulling her deeper into his arms, squeezing her into his chest while he kissed the top of her head. Lucy smiled, snuggling closer and repositioning herself so she was sitting across his thighs again, allowing her to more comfortably tuck herself in against him. 

“No on my ass, then,” he conceded, fingers carding lazily through her hair. “I’d rather have it somewhere I could easily see, anyway.”

“It’s going on your body. It’s up to you where you want to put it,” she chewed on her lower lip. “So long as it’s not somewhere super noticeable.”

He chuckled deeply. “Still worried about that, eh?”

“It’s gonna be a little hard to explain to anyone who might see it why you have your assistant’s name tattooed on your body.”

“I could always lie. Say it was for some other girl named Lucy who I met in France. That it’s just a coincidence that you two have the same names.”

“And how many people do you think will actually buy that?”

He pressed his smile into her hair. “Fair,” his hand had taken back up absentmindedly stroking her thigh. “It’ll be fine. I wear long sleeves and layers year round, love. The most likely person to see it who might think anything of it other than you is my physician.”

She hummed in quiet agreement. “So where do you want to get it?”

“I have a couple ideas. My ankle. Wrist. Ribs. It’s too bad I already have the sun rays on my chest, or I’d have liked to put it there.”

She swallowed hard, it not being lost on her that getting the tattoo there would have put it right above his heart. 

“You said you wanted to be able to see it, right?” at his nod, she looked him over, eyes searching out a place on his body that would work. Of the ones he’d mentioned, his wrist would probably be the best candidate, though any time he rolled his sleeves up, he would be risking someone spotting it. Her fingers trailed delicately along his left wrist, then started to trace up his arm. “What about a little further up from your wrist? More on your forearm. Here,” her fingers settled on the space of his inner left forearm, just below the bend of his elbow. “You could see it, but it would be easily covered by sleeves. Even if you rolled them up.”

Tommy’s hand moved to settle a top hers, staring down at his forearm with a small smile. “Yes,” he said softly, thumb running atop her knuckles. “I think that could work.”

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“Did it hurt?” she asked, peering curiously at his arm from where she was laying on his chest. Tommy shifted against the pillows, watching her with tender bemusement. 

“Not really. It was just like getting pinched over and over again. The one on my chest hurt a lot more.”

She lifted her head from where it had been laying against the tattoo in question, turning her head to press a few kisses to the sunrays encircling his peck, enjoying the way his breath caught slightly at the movement. 

Her gaze returned to the still slightly reddened, tender skin of his inner arm, where her name was now stitched in simple, thick, dark lines into his skin. The curves of the lines of the L and the tail of the Y had been stylized to wrap around the rest of the letters in the shape of a heart. 

“It looks good,” she said, swallowing down her emotion. It really was an incredibly sweet, butterflies-in-the-stomach inducing gesture. She knew he’d gotten it just as much for himself as for her, but it still made her feel all tingly, the possessive part of her purring in approval at having her name on him. 

“Mm, thanks,” he was lazily stroking her hair. “I think so too.”

“I feel bad for being too chicken to get one.”

He huffed out a small laugh. “Don’t be,” he tilted her chin up to look at him, kissing her nose. “I mean it. Don’t feel like you have to. I don’t expect you to get one just because I did.”

Lucy smiled at him softly, pecking his lips. “Thank you.”

Her eyes dropped back to the tattoo, drawn to it like a magnet, both curious and still incredibly touched at his devotion to her now being permanently emblazoned upon his skin. 

She wasn’t supposed to touch it for a little while, not until it had healed some, but she longed for the day–hopefully soon–when she could trace her fingertips along the dark lines. 

“You were right.”

“Hm?”

She peered up at him. “It is very sweet and romantic.”

He smiled at her softly, eyes warm and tender as he encircled both arms around her waist, pulling her up his body so he could kiss her. 

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth.

“I love you too,” he murmured back with a smile against her lips, and pulled her closer to him. 

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[kjmcotton]

December on the couch | Kjm

Kim Junmyeon x fem!reader

Plot:you and your best friend,Junmyeon,decide to entertain yourselves in a different way

Warnings:dom!Junmyeon,fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this at home!!),18+

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Author’s notes:the first Junmyeon os is finally out!! I couldn’t wait anymore to write for my ultimate bias. This story has been in my drafts for a while but now here we are. Enjoy!

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“We’re best friends,we love each other completely”

The sun was disappearing behind the buildings of a cold Seoul. It was December:the month of presents and Christmas trees,but also of snow and fever;that was why,after studying all day with your best friend,Junmyeon,you had decided to cook pizza to warm yourselves up;and,since it had been snowing for days,you also proposed him to sleep on your couch that night.

After accepting your offer,Junmyeon sat next to you,welcoming your legs on his lap while scrolling through his phone.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked,his fingers stroking the soft skin of your ankles:the only things protecting you from the low temperatures were an oversized sweater and a pair of white socks,but you were more than okay with that,your house was a warm place.

“I’m used to it,and it’s not cold in here” you replied

Junmyeon nodded,putting his phone on the table in front of you

“Anything we can do to pass the time while we wait for our dinner to be ready?” he then asked.

You started thinking,giving a glance to the ceiling

“I’ve got Monopoly,Cluedo,Uno…” you counted the games with your fingers,stopping any now and then to think about what you had in the house.

In the meantime,Junmyeon was staring at you,still stroking his fingers along your legs,going as high as he could

“Stop” you giggled. He was tickling you.

“Why would I?”

“I don’t like being tickled,you know”

“That’s why I’m not stopping” he moved his body weight in order to top you. His hands slipped along your legs,sliding under your sweater,up to your tummy

“Stop! I said stop!” you were laughing in front of a satisfied Junmyeon who knew he was playing with your weak spot.

You grabbed his shoulders,trying to push him away,but you achieved the opposite as you dragged him closer.

Suddenly the laughters stopped.

Junmyeon looked into your eyes,licking his lips. His breath was warming up the skin of your cheeks while the delicate smell of his fresh clean clothes filled your nostrils. How much you liked it. You didn’t remember the last time you were that close;maybe it happened only once,in high school,when,without even knowing why,the two of you ended up kissing in the backyard of the school. It was your first kiss…and also the best you had ever received.

“I’ve got something better in mind than Monopoly” the boy whispered with his usual silky voice.

“W-what is it?” your breath was stuck in your throat. The distance between your lips got shorter, until they touched.

Junmyeon’s thumb found his place on your chin and tilted your had on the side. The kiss was tender,as tender as Junmyeon himself had always been. It seemed like he had no rudeness in his body.

“Junmyeon-you mumbled his name in the kiss as he distanced himself of a few inches to let you speak-we’re supposed to be best friends…”

“We are. We’re best friends,we love each other completely” he talked,sliding his hand underneath your sweater to satisfy his need of skinship.

At those words you bit your lips,with your breath getting heavier. You immediately understood what he had in his mind,but it had been a while since you had sex,which made you feel unconfident,that was why you were reluctant in fucking with someone you knew so well. You were scared of being judged. However,on the other hand,you couldn’t deny that your whole self was screaming its attraction to the boy:your lower body tingled as soon as your skins touched and a not unusual need of feeling him close had risen inside you.

“Everything will be fine,I promise you” Junmyeon whispered into your hear,kissing the side of your chin before reaching your neck. You instinctively moved your head aside to give him access,thinking about how easy it was for him to read you. You were an open book to him,which was incredible considering you had never been someone whose feelings were easy to understand.

The boy’s lips started sucking on your skin,drawing purple marks everywhere. Behind your hear,under your chin;he even lowered the neck of your sweater to leave hickeys on your collarbone . He was the painter while you were his canvas,and you liked it,damn if you liked it.

Your hand interwove in his hair. Eyes shut as you were enjoying his fingers wandering all over your body. He started drawing lines on your skin,going up,until he touched your breasts. A whine of yours filled the air.

“You like it,angel?” he demanded,looking at you from under his lashes. You nodded:flushed cheeks and a slightly open mouth were already adorning Junmyeon’s painting,it didn’t matter if he was just at the beginning.

“You look so pretty when we cross our lines. I wish I could do this more often” he said,lifting your sweater up to kiss the skin above your white pants. Another moan escaped your mouth.

“Take this off for me,you don’t need it” he said,and with that you were now naked under a needy Junmyeon. Embarrassed,you blushed and tried to cover yourself,but the brunette shook his head and moved your arms aside.

“There’s no need to hide:you’re so beautiful. I wanna se everything” he gently kissed your lips,while his hands found their way to your breasts,touching your soft flesh. The contact of his skin with yours seemed unreal and perfect,how much you liked him.

“F-fuck-you panted,throwing your head back-I-need you Myeon”

“I need you too sweetheart-he grabbed your hand,squeezing it in his palm before letting you touch the buldge in his gym trousers-look what you’ve done to me”

“Ohw” that was everything you were able to say. Junmyeon was slowly and gently driving you to the edge. It was so much in character for him:he had never been bossy,he spent his entire life leading people with calm and knowledge.

“I’ll do it for you” you talked in a breath of sound,stroking your fingers against the cloth of his trousers,but Junmyeon shook his head,blocking your hands above your had.

“No angel,I didn’t tell you so. Be a good girl”

“I’m-I’m sorry-“ you tried to talk, but you got interrupted by his free hand sliding in between your legs.

“You’re so soft” he whispered,caressing your entrace. You squeezed your thighs around his wrist,trying to find some relief as your lower body was tingling like crazy. You also tried to free your hands,but his grip was too tight.

“Don’t make me mad,princess” he whispered,glancing at your fingers

“I’m s-sorry…I just…Myeon-“ your voice was low,small as you made eye-contact,noticing how eagerly and sweetly he was looking at you. There was something with him in that moment,something that you couldn’t understand but that made you believe that no man in the world was as beautiful as Kim Junmyeon was.

“What is it angel,you don’t like it?” he kept moving the palm of his hand up and down,along the cloth of your pants. You shivered as your chest became heavier and your breath shorter. Saying that you had never touched yourself without thinking about him doing that for you would’ve been a lie,because you did,unwillingly maybe,but you surely did many times.

“No…I like it. I think I like it too much,Myeon. Please I-“

“Don’t be impatient-he interrupted you,moving your slip aside as he started stroking your clit-good girls are always rewarded”.

Your mouth widened as he started drawing circles with his index. You threw your head back,shutting your eyes. Your body was slowly getting filled by pleasure. You weren’t used to that feeling anymore.

“I know what you’re looking for,princess” he whispered to your hear. His butter voice embraced you,rising your body temperature so much that you felt like melting. You whined,then the boy slid his fingers inside you.

“Myeon-“ you could barely talk as his index hit the right spot,the one which sent you on cloud nine. He was so great at making you feel good.

“We’re almost there babygirl,do it for me” he murmured as you were getting wetter and wetter,until you reached your release.

Junmyeon looked at you from above,a smirk appeared on his lips as he licked his index:

“You’re so tasty princess. Shall we carry on?”

You were panting so much that you couldn’t answer,you just bit your lips and stared at the boy with your big needy eyes that spoke for you. Junmyeon’s hand grabbed your chin as his thumb caressed your pinky lips;he then took his shirt and your pants off,spreading your legs to eat you.

“Myeon-” a loud moan escaped your mouth as his tongue started playing with your clit. His fingers deep dug in the flesh of your thighs while yours interwove in his brown hair. He seemed scared of losing you,as if you would’ve ran away and left,but you would’ve never been able to do such a thing,not with him pleasing you so well.

You were a mess of whines and moans while begging the boy do to more:you wanted everything he could give you.

Junmyeon’s head rose as he licked his lips,getting on top of you once again.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted-he whispered,taking off his trousers-but now you have something to do for me. Will you,beautiful angel?”

“I will do anything…-you panted-anything you ask me,Myeon”

“Good girl-he grabbed your chin-from now on I want you to look at me. Will you do that,sweetheart?”

“I-I will”

“That’s what I wanted to hear-he kissed your lips-you’ll like it,I promise”

Junmyeon held you by the hips. His hands perfectly fitting your waist,making you believe that no one else in the world should’ve taken his place on that couch,nor on your bed.

“Are you ready,angel?” he asked in a whisper;you nodded,and with that he finally slid inside you.

“Oh my God..” you whined,staring in his beautiful chocolate eyes. You could see the lust in his dilated pupils while he thrusted inside you. His pace was slow,precise,and gentle. He went deep,hitting the right spot.

You held onto his well built shoulders,scratching them a few times while breathing faster and faster.

“Tell me you belong to me sweetheart” the boy talked,his eyes still chained to yours

“I-I do Junmyeon. I-I belong to you and no one else”

At those words shivers of pleasure went along his spine,making his movements sloppier. You knew he was close,and so were you.

He gave a few more thrusts,they were rough this time,but you liked them:they took your breath away.

“I don’t-I don’t wanna hurt you…” he murmured,without breaking eye-contact

“But-I-I really like it…” you replied,feeling Junmyeon’s grip tighten on your body before a loud moan escaped his mouth,preceding his release

“Fuck…-he whined as his seed filled you. He couldn’t hold on if you talked to him like that,with the soft needy voice of yours that made his head spin-now-he stuttered still on his orgasm -now one more time angel,come one more time for me…”

“Oh my God…” you moaned out loud,following him with your climax. The idea of you being his and him being yours,only yours,was your biggest weakness,but you had realised it only on the spot.

The two of you started at each other for a few more seconds before you moved your body aside,letting Junmyeon lay down next to you.

His chest was moving up and down,fast,as he was trying to catch his breath. His forehead was sweaty and his hair were messy,but you swore he was ethereal.

With a gentle shift of his body,Junmyeon stretched one of his arms out so you could rest your head on his shoulder. You did so,wrapping yours around his waist while a hand of his rested on your back,caressing your skin.

Junmyeon looked at you,there still was a hint of lust in his eyes:

“How much I wanted this…” he whispered in your hear,making your heart skip a bit

“Have you?” you asked,in a breath of sound

He gently grabbed your face,making eye-contact

“You’re all I dream about” he talked,placing a kiss on top of your head before hearing the timer for your pizza go off in the kitchen.

[multiverseofstrangeness]

Daemon Targaryen x whore!OC (Oneshot)

A/N: Guys! I tried my first smut ff. I hope it worked as I wanted it. So please enjoy this one. Don´t be so rude it was my first time writing this kind of content. If it is bad: I am so sorry. But I hope ya enjoy it. Have a great night/evening/day.

House of the Dragon Spoiler!

Warnings: Smut (18+), rude language, fluff

Words: 984

His view flowed over those three girls. One of them was tall, the other was small but had big breasts, and the last didn´t know what to do. She stood there and looked down at the floor. He smiled.

"My Lord you have to choose."

He looked at the man behind the girls. He was the man who owned the brothel.

"Let me see."

He walked around those girls. All of them were perfect. He knew when he took the first two, he would have fun as always. He knew the last one was new in the business. He knew that would be somehow different if he takes her.

"I chose the last one."

The owner raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? She doesn´t have any experience."

He nodded and waved so the others left, and the owner curtsied and left. The girl swallowed. She got sold by her dad because they didn´t have enough money. It was her first time with a man in a room, and she was completely naked.

"You shouldn´t be scared I won´t hurt you. It is your first time isn´t it?"

She nodded.

"Let's talk a little to warm up. You can put your dress on if you want."

So she did. He sat down on the mattress and pointed next to him. She sat down and looked at the floor. He lifted her chin.

"When you wanna attract someone, you should look them in the eyes."

She looked up. He was stunned by the blue of her eyes. They sparkled in the light of the sun. He smiled.

"I will ask you a few questions and you just have to answer. Alright: Where are you from?"

"The north My Prince."

"Great, but please stop calling me My Prince it won´t erect anyone. Next Question: What is your name, Sweetheart?"

"Isabella."

"What a beautiful name."

As he said that he leaned back and watched her looking at him. He smiled and she smiled shyly back.

"Why are you here?"

"My father sold me. After the death of my mother, we didn´t have enough money. All the money I get, I have to send to him."

He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew this was the right choice.

"So let me teach some simple things about that what will happen next. First: look me in the eyes no matter how ugly I am. Secondly: Touch me and don´t be shy. Men like it to be touched in certain areas. Third: If you are ready with a man, go to the toilet you won´t like to be pregnant, then your father won´t get money anymore. The last one: Remember all the time: Most things are just played by you. So you just play that you get an orgasm. But if that is real, don´t be so loud."

With the last sentence, she started to smile.

"Good that´s a beginning."

He touched her shoulder and massaged it slowly. She breathed in.

"Don´t worry, Darling. I know what I am about to do. If something happens and doesn´t suit you, say something, and I´ll stop, Alright?"

She nodded. He leaned forward to her and moved her face in his direction. His lips were parted, and she looked him in the eyes.

His Lips met hers. She felt how soft they were. She could feel one hand on her cheek and another on her waist. Her left hand slightly moved into his short hair. She never felt hair that was softer than his. He smiled and brushed one hand over her cheek. He slowly pushed her down. The soft cushions in her back got her back to reality. She felt his hand traveling down her body. She felt his cold hand meet one of her Legs.

"Tell me, honey, are you still a Virgin?"

She nodded, and he sighed. His right hand brushed a strain of hair of hers out of her face. She smiled and stroke over his cheek.

"You are too innocent to be a whore."

She blushed. He pressed his lips once again on hers. She felt the desire grow in her stomach and how his kisses got faster and with more passion. She felt his right hand on her inner thigh and sighed into his mouth. He used the moment and let his tongue slip into her mouth. As he touched her neck, she winced.

"Darling, I think if just found your soft spot."

He smiled and snuggled into her neck and started to kiss it. She sighed once again. He smiled.

"If you allow this step: I would like to put down your dress."

She looked at him. As he saw the insecurity in her eyes, he smiled at her and stroked her cheek.

"My dear, I already saw your body, and believe me, it is the most beautiful thing I´ve ever seen."

She smiled and opened the knot of her dress. He helped her to slip it down. She felt his cold hands on her back and got goosebumps.

As he freed her breasts, he smiled and lightly touched them.

"My dear you got beautiful breasts."

She laughed at this comment. He cupped her breast in his hands and squeezed them and felt under his touch how her nipples hardened. He put his mouth over one of them. She moaned as he stroked, at the same time over her inner thigh.

"That´s what I wanna hear."

She pulled him to her lips and kissed him with such urgency that he was stunned.

"I think you are ready now. Don´t worry it just hurts for a second, then you will feel like heaven."

He leaned his forehead against hers. Before he put his cock in front of her entrance he said:

"After this, you´ll be mine."

And he moved into her. She never felt better. It was like heaven. He was right this was heaven.

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[bloodandrunes]

Can we get a Drabble of someone heavily flirting with MC (with MC being stupidly oblivious) when Aariz and Dalia finally take notice (during the beginning of the poly).

Here you go, anon! This was fun to write XD

The woman appears out of the corner of Aariz's eye as he leans against the far side of the wall, seeking refuge from the blazing heat of the day. The sun is unkind today and Aariz thinks sourly that if the gods do exist, he will kill the bastard who has invoked Yel's wrath.

Dalia stands beside him in the shade, her eyes fluttering as she tries to stay alert. He can't help but find the sight endearing, and the thought sends heat to his cheeks. He finds everything about her endearing, nowadays, in a twist of fate that makes his stomach flip.

Then, there -- movement. Aariz's eyes flick to the woman who walks toward you, clad in fine silks and draped in decadent jewelry. She's approaching you swiftly, a fan raised to her face as she twirls a parasol in her other hand. Aariz raises an eyebrow, but she doesn't look threatening and he trusts in your ability besides.

"Hello, Madam," you say, "can I help you?"

A smile works its way across her face and there is something beneath it that sets Aariz on edge. Dalia shifts a little.

"It is a beautiful day, is it not?" she asks in return, not bothering to answer your question. You nod and her smile grows sultry. "Though not half as dazzling as you, I must say."

Aariz stiffens at once. Beside him, Dalia's entire body goes tense. You smile at the woman, bemused. "Thank you, ma'am," you say, "I don't know what I've done to earn the compliment, but I'll take it."

"Do you truly not know?" The woman blinks. "My dear, you are a marvel."

And that is when fury, bright and pulsing, lances through Aariz's body. He pushes himself off of the wall, feels Dalia make a similar movement. He glances at her and sees the grim set of her mouth, the glittering of malice in her eyes.

No one should dare to talk to you as the woman is, no one but Aariz himself and, he admits, perfect, lovely, dangerous Dalia. The three of you have yet to talk about what this is, but he knows one thing: he will not sit here and let someone else intrude upon it. He would never give up on you without a fight.

The woman goes to stroke your face and you allow her with a puzzled frown that makes some of Aariz's anger fade to exasperation. How are you such a fool, sometimes?

Dalia's hand catches her wrist before her skin can meet yours. She grips it tightly, and the woman lets out a startled huff of breath. "Keep your hands off them," she says cooly, "it's rude to touch people without permission, you know."

Then she lets the woman go and she's running off, her face pale.

"Dalia," you cry, "what are you doing?"

Aariz wraps a possessive arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer until he can feel your body heat through your clothes. The sun be damned, this is more important.

"Don't worry about it," he tells you lazily. "Dalia was just taking care of a pesky little problem.

Their eyes meet and the corner of Dalia's mouth twitches upwards. Aariz beams back.

[xenopoem]

SCANNER SPATTER by David John Roden

aer0oil de-couple/ I

n/sertion

cellulase under polysaccharide gliderpuff compost4est floor from tValley’s side survey dime-through-quiet Boschian Incongruity [ConSec intel designation] blistered sward sens buffer 

traumupload chameleonweave 

takpatina decay 

twigs/n leaves 

sensate synchyell0 loamthread rhizome w/streaks on white foam  

upload2ConSec SatWatchers SCAN4protosentience 

4 salient hypersurfacez 

oculars saccaded 4est heat-signatures inert @adjacent bush 

they fell1thru scorpion addict’s ominous limbic glam rending/consuming wentw/fast impact/n chamo-weave/n deep thighmeat rolling aside on the slope 2C it launch2last/fast 

cani4m weaponmount harnessed/n tawny flanks 

so boned 

4conjoint netweaking 4 hyper cerebral electrolysis bald jowled headgrowl lips pulled over Rottweiler Dents neckfur collar studded w/Disney/Vd+ logo crackd like melonspray shit skull shards gut blowout dents land@ cranberry file 2 points 1 buffered moved/n tagged on visual ConSec HR quaint butt 0 jaundiced quips  

airwasp shimmer-dents bury bark canilubed through undergrowth [guessing her aim from phase shifts/n parietal lobe]  pigface has human chassis crusted w/gristle gats dildo plug/n musclethigh breasts contused w/greasy gatlings caged fli-dent munitions on collagen [empty after the precipitate assault] SCAN fear-spiked amygdala sequalae 0 

cortisolnadrenal 

string-maskedw/leather redball 

gag unFKed beyond patchwork dolls2halts 

aneurysms bloom 

nosebleed wrought FKurge2remove gag 

strappo plug squirt militant flukes w/bioport emulation place 4 venereal wormz/n a sample tooth thighmeat/n 

analgesic cools secret cham-weave’s 

AGI-text1 whistled 2 security lodge [battle elated] the HR tag resolved head-on-dog as Greg Chimes [long 0 Brand’s Security] 

4me@lodge

other sentinels quiesce over the Valley awaiting guidance/missiv from their Mistress 0 movement yet Chimes’ colleague some ‘gardener’ or remote loiterer squinting into cocoid sun his denature smiles @agony/n the Bosch-IGY derangement lent fey beauty dance among sedentary inmates though hard latitudinal summers bare under grey sere scrutiny rude crosses/n infected slashes flesh red/n pink 

1images duly buffered/n uploaded 1 downloaded annals from ConSecHR & jitter presence in veiled sentinels bought haughty black smile from fem-physique flaunted fur by jacket  

taking down 1or2 @a time was easy 

1 does not relish an inhuman wave 

the Guard waved me gate C beyond 0fice door 2 compact prints 0 celeb suicides 

porn uneaten @popular diseases 0 social media influencers 1 asked him how he liked here 

‘your personnel stat you’re up on Freud & Sade’ cough/n deprecate

Bosch Incongruity stakes hammered turf 50M circle on each/a racoon upper body or other had glad maggots twitching w/fuzz feardesiccated heads looked on reproachful Guard took post2post intro each john cute crucial/or stray dog-envelope transmuting 2 species machine 

the ur-4m-shell or yello interrupt vacant anus wounds cascading dense meat prick impingements amid mass spikes 0 spiritus animalis beneathuz pruning synaps whose chaotic/sporadic weights teach the dead how2feel

scraped filmy gristle from the racoon bag specimen while Guard laughs/n queasies a power ballad 

Brand’s windowless N-face cantilevered over exhibited dead Glow concrete canyon 

skydrone Incongruity/n 4est edge

within monitoring evaluating & updating 

Ye? asked 1 moved from eviscerated poodle2brush hand w/itz paw 2blindsheep nailed by legs/n unresponsive 2caresses sum corrodedmind all steeped in black Ressentiment 

doubtless Guard’s prized animal ethicist 

‘1 never get im saccharine & overproduced’‘it wasn’t upabout rap…’‘what = you?’

1 wears thick insoles 2increase height compensations include the funerary black 1habitually sport @ConSec 

don’t look physical but sovereinkillboi \LOL suiting my distressed hypersurface 

ur brain needles 

Guard experiencing such intrusion as system-UCS cocks stroked all his wound labias 

tell me ’= ‘a commendable 4mal suicide pool @his Mal home w/ex-wife & children ’ Guard stammedlove gut shot well  entitled 2 pornexotica …‘1’m a ConSec Assayer’

he but warbled then shot him n the skull & turned the gun on herself 

beautiful day his handz shy caress thin corporate issue trousers complete

ground zero 4Videodrome+prominent celeb 2Thanatropian Kult but not last contagion elaborazione gibson’s aut0ixion kidman’s immaculate defenestration slp immolation would have sed little 2ConSec Illuminati 

another clickbait PSYOP leaves them free 2 explore unpalatable options 4 flourishing 

your servant2facts made Retro valley0death hav socioeconomic utility n minor PSYOP but celebkult deathnegative not objective negation 0 Thanatos accomplishing/n secret @ConSec BirthGrave but dirempted political affect

Kapital debars death as impossibile psych excised 2hetrotopic grave & ICU but if embraces death the irrational product grinds 2zero2disconnectthis is apparent – as 2ConSec/n all sufficiently advanced financed AGIs 

however riding it out requires The Herd4 pr0itz extraction

1 scribing layers 0delire buffering fruits 0 Hippocampus/nPFC sandboxed 0 abreaction malware 

oralter SCANs 2detonate if 1 violates CsexWarranty or confirms assumptionSoSec records internal sex aggression project on2manifolds 

0 Guardlimbo-deep scar subsequent from exposure2Incongruity/n Brand NeuroSemiosis 

1 overstimulates PKA enzyme synapses transient assembly2PFC then fuk gold AAA! 

bellisimo torso-cock curtained & engorged w/ blud n the belly w/ arched bak/n neez bent yo ego dreams hiz private MalBlue 

the Guard reached 4 hiz gat/n smiling up @1 pumped a dizzy shot 2 the umbilicuslayer him among the frenzied pulsions 0 growth factors present 0 skin deathcatalysed alternate murmur eros delire slow pain wound trickle soak tesicles/n nice thick cock [this gun camera capture] 

1 open more knife inchoate screamgod 0 a slit secured w/speculum intended 4 fem pelvic examz hope might excite himwhore protestations but Guard was groomed 2 zero blud layers & muscle 1 saw cables 0 yello adhere 2 intestinal 

‘want you 2 open up’ brushhair gentle 4eheading probing emptyverse

fingerelicit gagcables/n belly met@lipoid affixed2

intestinedamaged puckering wantonly 

sensate mat from the undead jizz 

electric bonespurt milk factor surge conjoined/n deathgasm 

boned4catastrophe/ 

undamped cascades rein4cing 1 

saw him die n the centre 0 Bosch Incongruity/ pale / slim & nubil4 St. Sebastian longago body aglow/

nsoul devo spiritus animalis 

1feltwaiting tense scribbled a hard roll-on grass assumed a foetal pos/n interrupted the phasing tween Limbo & Cortical

[induced coma-reboot]  

Ahistorical Irony 

Videodrome+ was a ConSec/Disney2 trans-individual phenomena4polities flourish4scorched post-Earth doms [soon2bloommaxviolent Solar rebirth!] 

Rosa Brands sacrific body variants bornmaverick work Cephalopod Sexology/n 

legacy dats babooned from original mothballed 80’s Cablesnuffmeat w/self-financed holdings@ ConSec board/n active shareholder factions

incendiary PSYOP2excise personal-from-political bugged by distributed ConSec AGIarms spawning the SCANner agon 

dark w/crazed natural telepathy/n not2suffer the lamentable Toronto bloodpie 

but 1z persist as Illuminati attack dogz 

if the governance failed ConSec sent 4 1z… 

After the Psi-Bombfishtimber stench Incongruityblacked phosphor-stained burnanimal Guard slim & crisped sexprostrate @ heart ‘that 1’s 4 Ye ya shite’ [@ run2 S-facing Reception] 

these were the ded or entr'acte 

gristlestiff hybridz upend grass or concrete pistonmuscleBerserkers dead convuls w/biomorph canons or keratin strapplux hips fracked by grist-boned arachnids ribocrotalx from a living bugger2dislo lolaswarm 0 FKbots down a cani4m rip itz bowl pity itz mother confounded by psisplosion 2threat much/n1discourages the venturesome nuking/n a wrist gat 

1recalled the drone @the treeline CTRL somewhere/somehow w/ neat MASER 

considered a grenade in2the door but1ConSec implant open/d as@ Londn Munsk or Nuyk 

a succession 0 muffled airbursts while ConSec Orbital-prune Brand’s drone fleet w/x-raylas

[prayz2 undead who wired 1 soul] processed the lobby walkway/n CentreSpine w/glass perm opaque dark/faint contoured by redgreenyello chevrons 

reek 2 each side black sphere bubbles 0 emptyversetouched oblate semio-neuroghost drifts inslim pale Fetgirl/n tartan bale hentai toon/ @intersection by leering CatBoi 

had time2note be4 the Monad shat pixel oil foam around/n multiquale tubules foldedroaring deepest world shatterer respect 

1 fell 

1 flew

dissembles blue black yello tar

a vast Bild on vapd bones 0 present Amurk 

Cyclotowers cratered Xenogothic idols 0 the Myrrhim 

each cavernator venting black Posit Priests castrate under the lidless gristle-whipped Flagellants 

Cancer Stylites saggin w/incessant self-abuse swarminorgy-nuked celebrants & Xstasy all flud in bearing torches black death promises … 

1feel the roaring deepest humiliation since1 ordeals @ConSecAcademia as1 am SCANned flayed tasted by an Ancientopaque Beyond dissembled n1 turn eye from the Abyss City 2the Enormity touch undulatingplanetoid straited w/liana eyetends reachdown greedy 2t towers & the souls 0fered 2 [Unnameable] …   

dragged through a yello hell by gynoids & catboi / gynoids w/ pointy breasts and lush black hair on no-face geysers 0 eyes & a gyres 0 infected mouth parts [the CatBoizn little maid outfit unmouthed intubated] 1 tried SCAN/ feeling naught byond crackd emo fuzz / 

1 wriggled bitches stole my wrist gat & knife! 

1had specimensfreed hand from Cisey Hentai enough 2 release 3venereal shitzflukes batten on2 naked perf mmms0thigh and innerwet mump to nanowombthe Hentaiz spazzed cum in pure w/blud wee from pussy/analCatBoi bludding claw nipples as the Fluks massed hiz prostate 

[LOLs] 2 snap necks as they squirm-cum in nauseaflex [1 had seen a vista 0 posthuman degradation@oddsw/noble aspirations 0 Solar conquest 0fed by ConSec yet 1 must concede a terrible beauty!]

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[unclewaynemunson]

The final part of the Wingman Wayne AU is here! I also added the whole thing to my ao3 :) | Read from the beginning

Robin wakes up in what is arguably the most perfect way possible. It's not like it's the first time it happens, but it's still new enough to ensure that the very first emotion she feels in the morning is overwhelmed instead of tired.

Her head is resting on Nancy's slowly rising and falling chest and she can hear the rhythm of her breathing in her ear. One of Nancy's arms is wrapped around her and even though her hand is cold against Robin’s shoulder, the rest of her body is warm and cozy, completely relaxed by her deep sleep. Robin snuggles up closer to her, simply enjoying her presence while she waits for the sun to get higher into the sky behind the curtains of Nancy's bedroom window.

She has no idea how much time passes, drifting in and out of that snug kind of half-sleep until finally Nancy starts moving and she feels lips pressing softly against the top of her head.

She raises her head, smiling when she sees Nancy's content but sleepy face gazing at her.

'Good morning.'

Nancy hums, something shifting in her gaze. 'Jeez, why do you always have to sound so goddamn sexy in the morning?' she murmurs, tightening her grip around Robin. 'With your husky voice in my ear...' She strokes her cold hand over Robin's back, making her shiver under the touch. '-And you didn't even put on a shirt, which is completely unfair, because I would've loved to rip it off...'

Robin giggles as she shuffles a little bit to be able to press her lips against Nancy's. God, she loves those mornings when they have all the time in the world and Nancy is all sleepy and warm and very, very touchy.

They take their time sharing slow, lazy kisses, not caring in the slightest about morning breath or the scent of sleep that's clinging to them – and when Nancy lets her hand slide off Robin's back and over her stomach to finally gently squeeze her boob, Robin makes a sound into Nancy's mouth that makes Nancy roll her hips upwards.

Robin smiles into their kiss and moves until she’s positioned on top of Nancy; without breaking away, she tangles their legs together, giving both of them the opportunity to chase that sweet friction in the exact right places, with only the thin fabric of their pajama pants separating them.

Their lazy kisses are getting messier and Robin starts slowly moving her hand downwards – but they suddenly get disturbed by the loud doomsday-level blaring of Nancy's alarm and Robin jumps up in a fright.

'Right,' she groans out. 'We had plans for today. Your alarm is a real mood killer, by the way.'

Nancy giggles in an unfairly cute way.

'We can stay for five more minutes,' she says.

But the heat between them has disappeared, rudely killed off by that goddamn terrifying alarm of Nancy's, so they settle into a softer kind of atmosphere, simply enjoying the warmth of each other's presence and melting into each other's gentle touches.

Robin thinks she could bask in Nancy's hand tracing up and down her spine forever, so five more minutes sure as hell won't be enough. But she'll happily take what she can get.

---

An hour later, they're driving away from Nancy's home and in the direction of the other side of Hawkins.

'Did I tell you you look freakishly hot when you're driving?'

'Well, not during this particular drive, but during the dozens of drives we went on before, yes you did.'

'Wouldn't be fair to stop saying it now, would it?' Robin points out, causing Nancy to do that thing where she rolls her eyes but smiles while doing so.

They drive onto the trailer park and Nancy parks the car right next to Eddie's van. Robin grabs her hand as they walk up to the trailer's front door and knock.

And finally, after all this time, she gets to meet Eddie's legendary uncle.

The man looks exactly like an uncle is supposed to look: balding and with a short gray beard, wearing a flannel shirt with a plaid pattern and a pair of faded, shapeless jeans. A cigarette is dangling from the corner of his mouth and he gives Nancy a nod when he recognizes her; then, his eyes flash to the girls' intertwined hands.

'You must be Robin,' he states.

'Yeah, yes I am!' she says. 'It's great to finally meet you, Mr. Munson.'

'Eddie and Steve are over at the Mayfields,' Wayne says, nodding towards the trailer opposite of the Munsons' place. He has a thick southern accent and talks slowly, in a soft voice.

'Oh, but we're not here for Eddie and Steve,' says Nancy.

Wayne frowns. 'What're you doin' here, then?'

'We wanted to thank you,' Robin says. 'For getting us together, I mean. Well, not getting us together, that part was more Steve and Eddie's doing, but you know, the setting-us-up part. The getting us to Benny's together. That was, like, really cool of you, to do that.'

Nancy tugs at her hand, probably to shut her up, but Mr. Munson seems pretty unfazed by her ramblings – Robin supposes he must be used to that kind of thing, with Eddie being his nephew.

'We brought you something,' Nancy says, handing him a tiny paper bag.

'Oh girls, you needn't –'

'We wanted to let you know how grateful we are,' Nancy adds before he gets the chance to finish that sentence.

The man almost looks shy when he produces a mug from the bag and slowly turns it in his hand to look at it attentively.

World's greatest matchmaker, it says on one side, accompanied by an image of a flaming match and a bunch of hearts on the other.

'We kinda gathered you like mugs,' Robin explains, probably very much pointing out the obvious. 'So this one's for your collection. If you like it, that is. And if you still have some space left on your wall.'

He doesn't say anything, but merely gives both of them a long, rather piercing look. Robin doesn't really know him well enough to tell what's going through his mind exactly, but it feels like an important moment nonetheless so she bites her tongue in an attempt to respect Mr. Munson's silence.

'I was just makin' coffee. You girls want some?' he asks.

So they follow him inside and take a seat on the old couch in the tiny living room.

At first, the whole thing feels slightly awkward. Mr. Munson seems a little bit out of his depth talking to those two random girls he barely knows, but Nancy asks him how things are at the plant and easily keeps the conversation going like the true angel she is – and before they've even finished their coffee, they have somehow surpassed the small talk and steered into far more personal topics, like how it was for Mr. Munson when Eddie came out to him and how he has always done his very best to make sure that his boy would be safe under his roof.

'Are your folks treatin' you right?' he straight-up asks Robin at some point.

'Um... Yeah, they're – I mean, they're not setting-me-up-with-girls level treating me right, but they're – they're okay,' Robin stammers, taken aback by his question.

'And yours?' Mr. Munson continues, now focusing his gaze on Nancy.

'Well, my dad's a Reagan supporter, so... Could definitely be better,' Nancy quietly admits. She's not one to sugar-coat the truth and Robin admires her for that. She gently squeezes Nancy's hand.

'Look, if any of you ever need a place to get away... I know we don't exactly have a whole lot to offer here, but you girls are always welcome, alright?'

And Robin feels herself tear up by that. This man, so genuine and with such a big heart underneath his gruff exterior, who immediately made space on his wall for his new mug – she completely understands why Steve and Eddie will never stop singing his praises. He is so much more than the world's greatest matchmaker. She decides that the next time she's coming to the trailer park, she'll give him a mug the size of a bucket that says World's greatest ally.

She turns towards Nancy, who seems just as overwhelmed by the kindness Wayne so easily gives to them, and gently brushes a hand through her curls. She'll probably never be able to thank Wayne enough for getting this goddamn perfect girl into her life.

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[rehkkuma]

Hi there! Could I request fluff prompt #16 with polnareff ❤️ a oneshot if possible thank you so much in advance 🥺

more fluff with my favourite crusader???? ofc ofc ofc!!

"aren't they so cute when they're asleep?" w/ polnareff

words: 693.

disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, fluff, takes place before the d'arby fight.

It was a tiring day for the group. You were hopping from place to place, asking every single person inside if they recognized Dio's mansion. Hours passed by and no results were showing up. The entire group was tired, hungry, and bored.

"Uh, Mr. Joestar?" Your tone of voice was soft as pillows. You knew how stressed Joseph was, so you tried to be sweet with him.

"Yes?" he replied, trying to hide his best to remain level-headed.

You rubbed your arm nervously. "I don't think we're getting anywhere with this... I think it would be good for us to take a break."

The old Joestar turned around to look at the rest of the group. Everyone looked exhausted; either because of the endless walking or the hunger kicking in. Joseph let out a defeated sigh, nodding. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go stop by a restaurant for a quick bite somewhere."

You, along with the other crusaders, let out a relieved breath as you all followed Joseph into a nearby cafe. If it was any other occasion, today would've been a great day: hanging out with friends under the sun while having breakfast together wouldn't sound any better. In reality, your eyes were half-lidded, your feet sore from walking every day, and your stomach growling loudly in hunger. Once a waiter found you a seat, you couldn't help but drop yourself onto the table like a rag doll. You realized how rude it was, but your feet couldn't bear to hold on to your body's weight for another second.

"Woah, there," Polnareff said, helping you keep your balance by holding your shoulders. "Rough night yesterday?"

You nodded. "I barely got any sleep last night and this endless walking isn't helping."

Polnareff gave a sympathetic frown and gave your head a small pat. He took the chair beside you and lifted your body off the table, letting you rest on his shoulder instead. "Mon chou, I know you're very tired, but don't rest your head on the table like that. It's not very clean."

Your eyes were slowly starting to shut with your hearing beginning to fog. You were half asleep, but nodded anyways to Polnareff's request.

As the rest of the crusaders took a seat, Polnareff used one of his hands to lightly brush against your skin, stroking from the top of your head to the bottom. Soon enough, you fell asleep.

"So she was really tired, huh?" Joseph said. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have dragged her around for so long." He scratched his head sheepishly.

"I'm sure she'll be alright if she gets a quick nap in," Avdol suggested. "We can always wake her up once our food arrives."

Polnareff bit his lip in displeasure. "I guess, but she looks so peaceful asleep right now." He put his hand on your cheek, swiping his thumb gently across your skin. "Aren't they so cute when they're asleep?"

Jotaro, who was sitting across the table, let out a scoff.

"Somethin' the matter?" Polnareff chirped at the teen, just quiet enough to not wake you up.

"I'm just glad the two of you aren't dating. I can't imagine the needless sappy shit you'd spit out if you were."

Polnareff rolled his eyes, but a slight blush arose on his pale skin. "W-Whatever," he said.

Amid the chattering around the restaurant table, you woke up from the noise. With your eyes fluttering open, Avdol and Polnareff immediately apologized for waking you up.

"Ah, don't worry about it," you said as you yawned. "It would've been a bit rude for me to sleep through breakfast anyways!" Though you were now fully awake, your head remained on Polnareff's shoulder. "So... what'd you guys talk about while I was out?"

Polnareff's cheeks began to turn red again. He looked at the other crusaders with a slight panic, hoping they wouldn't reveal what he said earlier to you.

"Ah..." Avdol spoke. "You missed nothing of importance, Ms. Y/n. Just some idle chatter."

"Ah, okay!" An innocent smile painted your face, gleaming up at the blushing French man. You really knew how to tug at his poor heart strings.

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Please No More

gojo satoru x fem!reader

pushy gojo senpai

this contains DARK CONTENT minors do not interact please !

warnings: noncon, coercion, senpai kink, corruption, unprotected sex

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Class was over, and you were finally able to pack up all your things and head home. The leftovers from last night’s dinner sitting in the fridge waiting for you to come home and indulge in it. Your thoughts, consumed by the homework you had to do tonight and the daily chores that needed to get done was rudely interrupted by the shrill voice of your senpai.

“Y/n-chan! You look absolutely breathtaking today.” Gojo said, a smile laced with ulterior motive decorating his blindfolded face.

“Thank you Gojo-senpai, I can’t talk right now so I’m just gonna get goin-“

“Not so fast pretty girl. What’s the rush? I know for a fact you don’t have practice, or after school club today.”

You give him a puzzled look. How on earth would he know when your practices and club meetings were? And why on earth was he holding your arm so tightly?

“Um..Gojo-senpai..could you um..please let go of my arm?”

“And why would I want to do that?” He responds, the grip on your arm tightening to an almost painful point. His blindfold was lifted by a single nimble finger, his piercing blue eyes exposed to the golden sun. They were gorgeous, absolutely enthralling, but you knew better, you knew what he was trying to do and you’d be damned if you were to be known as Gojo’s latest conquest.

“I really should be going I have-“

“Y/n-chan, come here.” He says, his voice quiet yet demanding.

You obey, the fear of what he would do if you were to ignore him taking over the part of your brain that was earnestly telling you to run away.

“Pretty girl, you know I like you right? I’ve made it pretty damn obvious.” He whispers, his chest pressed up against your back, his lips lightly grazing over the shell of your ear.

“You like me back don’t you? With the amount of eye contact and sexual tension we’ve built up, I wouldn’t believe you if you said you didn’t have feelings for me. You’re just too damn obvious baby.”

Obvious? The glares and eye rolls were an obvious show of affection? In what fucking universe?

“Gojo-senpai, I don’t know what gave you the idea that I had feelings for you, and honestly, I don’t care if you believe me or not. But would you please just leave me alone?”

“Leave you alone? No can do baby...you’re just too fucking sexy in your tiny little skirts and v-neck shirts. What I would give to be able to stuff my fat cock in the tight little cunt of yours. As a matter of fact..I think I will.”

Before you could even process what he said or what was happening, you were dragged down the hall and pressed against the door of the storage closet. His lips attach to your neck at a lighting speed, his hands roaming your waist and lightly fondling the plush of your breast.

“God baby...you feel so good pressed against me.”

You were frozen. Half in shock and half in disgust. How dare he place his hands on you, and how dare he make you feel so damn good.

Your hands search for the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his white locks. You didn’t like the way he made you feel, you didn’t like the way he claimed your body as if it was his to begin with. And you definitely didn’t like how much you enjoyed it.

“Gojo-senpai...please...please stop.” You plead.

“Shhh baby it’s ok just let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.”

All that leaves your mouth is a pathetic whimper, as Gojo’s hand leaves your waist and turns the handle of the supply closet you were leaning against. He pushes you in, your hands clinging to his bicep in hopes of not falling flat on your ass. His bittersweet lips press to yours. He nips and sucks at your lips, moans spilling from his mouth and echoing through the tiny room. His hand slowly trails down your waist to your thigh squeezing the flesh, eliciting a moan from your fear filled body. First your mind betrays you, now your body? How much more of Gojo’s ministrations could you take? The hand that was once on your thigh was now pushing up the thin fabric of your skirt. His thumb moving in slow circles as he teases you. Your hips involuntary press against him, craving more friction.

“You like that pretty girl? You want this fat cock to split you open?”

“No-no I don’t want it Gojo-senpai please.”

“Your mouth is saying one thing but your body baby...you wanna fuck me so bad don’t you?”

“Please-”

“Thought so.”

His belt falls to the floor with a muffled crash, his button and zipper undone in a matter of seconds. The fabric of your panties was now sitting around your ankles. Gojo’s fingers pumping in and out at a painfully slow pace.

“Gojo-senpai please...I need it bad.”

“Yeah baby I know, but I gotta prep you first. I’ll give it to you right now as long as you behave for me ok. You gonna be a good girl for me?”

“...yes senpai...”

His hardened cock is released from the painful restraint of his black boxers. He lines himself up with your entrance, running his tip up and down your slit gathering your juices. He pushes himself into you, his large cock practically splitting you open.

“Ahhh Gojo-senpai...it hurts...you’re so big-fuck.”

“Yeah baby take my cock like a good girl. Who’s my good girl? Hm?”

“Please Senpai...it hurts-.”

“Are you a virgin my pretty baby?”

Your voice catches in the back of your throat. You want to scream, to cry. You beg the universe to send to someone, someone who would save you from this nightmare.

“I asked you a question pretty.” He says grabbing your jaw, forcing you to stare into his six eyes.

“Answer me.”

“....yes...senpai-ahhh.”

“That’s my good baby. So fucking tight. Gonna claim this pussy as my own-fuck you’re milking my cock so well baby girl.”

You had given up, and given in. His powerful countenance and demanding grip persuading you to fall deep under his spell. His hands slide up and down your body, one clutching onto your tit as the other trails down to massage your neglected clit. You fall apart in his arms your moans getting louder and louder by the minute.

“Shhhh baby girl, don’t want anyone to hear us do we?”

“No...senpai-ahhh...’m coming please nghhh.”

“Come for me pretty girl, come all over my cock.”

Shivers run through your body as your coil snaps for the first time. Your knees give out, your hands gripping tightly onto Gojo’s forearms. Your heart races as Gojo holds you up placing sugar coated kisses across your face.

“That’s my good girl. Can you finish me off baby?”

He guides your hand to his cock as he slowly helps you pump back and forth, your release lubricating your palm.

“Yeah just like that baby-fuck.”

A few more strokes and Gojo’s release paints your hand and stomach. He swipes two of his long fingers across your stomach, gathering his cum and presses them against your lips. Reluctantly you open your mouth, his slick covered fingers pressing down on your tongue. Your tongue surrounds his digits as your hand clasps around his wrist. Gojo’s eyes are shaded with lust as he stares down at you.

“Such a pretty baby...and she’s all mine.”

[dadsbongos]

the lov beach episode hori's too scared to give us

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: League of Villains/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: uhh idk actually, dabi's kinda horny ig, i don't usually include this as a warning but swearing (there's quite a bit of it), feminine pronouns Summary: this is just 1860 words of me shutting my eyes, plugging my ears and ignoring the current state of the manga (: (beach episode type beat) ~~~

Pulling the large sun hat tighter on her head, (Y/n) looks over as her leader strolls up to the van Spinner had stolen earlier in the day. She quirks a brow at the man, putting a gentle hand over his handheld and pushing it down when he doesn’t notice her, “That’s what you’re wearing?”

Tomura huffs and steps back, narrowed eyes focusing on his black jeans and hoodie, “What’s it to you?”

“You’re wearing a hoodie in this heat, first of all, and also - it says ‘12 year old in gaming mode’, you’re asking to get bullied.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbles as he tries to find an insult for the woman before resigning himself to mumble out a, “you look like you raided a college chick’s closet” while returning to his game.

“I think she looks great!” Twice piped up from inside the large van before yelling once again, “Absolutely hideous!”

Dabi nodded slightly from his window seat, pulling the strings of his hood so as few inches of his face as possible were showing, “I agree with him.”

“Which part?” (Y/n) crossed her arms, shooting the man a glare.

“Yep.”

“Dickface,” she hissed, reaching up to swat at Dabi’s arm through the rolled down window before turning to climb into the van, “A dickface who is also wearing a black hoodie in this heat. You two are actual nutjobs.”

“Van’s got AC,” Dabi shrugged off her concerns, still not even looking her way as she settled into the seat between him and Twice, “Didn’t know you cared so much, doll. Pretty sweet of you.”

“If you pass out from a heat stroke, I’m not the one taking you to the hospital,” she leaned over into the midrow seats of the van to glare at Tomura as he sat down, “That goes for you, too.”

“I’m not the one with a fire Quirk.”

“Just get Himiko some blood and she’ll take ‘em in all disguised! Let them die!” Twice pitched in with his own ideas, earning a shoulder pat from the woman.

“Good ideas, big guy, I like them.”

“Rude ass,” Dabi kicks at (Y/n)’s leg.

“I’m your boss, if you let me die you’re fucked.”

“Nobody’s dying on this trip, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Spinner already appeared exasperated with the group and he’d barely been in the car for a second.

Compress got into the passenger seat as Spinner buckled into the driver’s side, he looked around before noticing an absence, “Where’s Toga?”

Suddenly, the door to Tomura’s seat is lugged open with a force, an overly excited blond teenager jumping over her boss and into the open seat beside him.

“You could’ve just gotten in on the other side,” Tomura clenches a fist to keep himself from slapping Himiko’s arm and causing a deathly accident.

“I didn’t know which side you were sitting on, so I just guessed!” Himiko giggles as Spinner starts the car.

“Asshole,” Tomura shakes his head, “This trip is pointless.”

“Kurogiri wants us to bond and stop fighting all the time,” Compress cuts in, “That’s why I’m in charge.”

“We’re adults- " (Y/n) interrupts herself, “Dabi, roll up the window, we’re pulling out of the safe zone.”

Dabi merely keeps his eyes closed behind his sunglasses and presses his head back against the neck rest of his seat.

“Roll up the window.”

“God, these winds are fuckin’ noisy, huh?”

“I hear ya, man!” Twice shouts before shaking his head, “Dabi, be nice to (Y/n). She’s your elder.”

“By a fucking year! Man, fuck you, Dabi,” the woman reaches over and presses the button to roll up the window herself, “Motion sickness or not, you don’t get to be a douche.”

“It’s actually exactly what it means, doll. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Stop calling me doll.”

“Ugh,” he grins at his own upcoming remark, “the princess makes a harsh demand.”

“I’m this close,” she pats his chest to make sure he opens his eyes before holding her index finger and thumb nearly pinched together in front of his face, “to beating your ass.”

“Here,” he reaches up and takes her fingers and clenches them together, “now you have to. As soon as we get to the beach, you have to fight me or else you’re a coward and a liar.”

(Y/n) grits her teeth and snaps her eyes shut, “I’m gonna lose it,” she leans into Twice’s side and looks up at him, smiling at the slightest hint of a concerned look behind his mask, “How’ve you been, big guy?”

“Perfectly fine!” he shakes his head before whispering, “I didn’t piss before we left and now I regret it.”

“Aw, want Spinner to pull over?”

“I think he’ll crash the car if I ask.”

“He’d be killing himself too, so I don’t think he’d be too cool with that.”

Twice quiets down as he notices the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter shut with drowsiness. Then, a sense of guilt beats at him as he sees the serene expression crossing his friend’s face. So calm and sweet - he truly adored his friend, and he wanted to do right by her. So, leaning down, he murmurs, “Sorry for calling you old.”

(Y/n)’s eyes dart open and immediately find Twice, she raises a brow at the man and shakes her head as her eyes slowly begin closing again, “I… it’s fine, dude, don’t worry about it.”

Dabi, as usual, is quick to jump into a conversation that was never his, “Old lady tempers, gotta be careful around them.”

“I swear to fucking God, Dabi!”

“What? What do you swear?”

“Shut the hell up!” Spinner snapped at children in the back seat, “You’re distracting me, loud asses.”

“Dabi started it!”

“I’m ending it!”

“Stop yelling,” Tomura commanded the group, carefully stuffing his handheld into his large front hoodie pocket and resting his head back, “I’m going to sleep and if I get woken up, I’ll kill you all.”

None of them believed him - not at all - but out of an odd respect for their leader’s need for rest, they stayed relatively silent as he slept. Murmurs and whispers being the loudest volume of their voices as Tomura snoozed in the van.

Eventually, Spinner came to the reserved spot on the beach that Kurogiri definitely didn’t hire people to kill civilians over. Himiko leaned over and gently shook Tomura awake as Compress popped the trunk to the van. (Y/n) shifted toward Dabi to ensure he was also awake and starting to feel less queasy before getting out of the middle seat so he and Twice could exit.

“Alright, there’s changing rooms…” Compress trailed off, looking around before sighing, “Nowhere in sight.”

“I’m already fine,” (Y/n) waved off, grabbing towels and an umbrella from Spinner, “You guys can take turns changing in the van while I set shit up.”

“I call first!” Himiko cheered, excitedly bouncing back into the van as the men all walked off to provide the teenager the privacy and distance she needed.

(Y/n) did as she’d said and began laying down towels and propping up parasols in the sand to provide shade. As more and more of her friends collected themselves along the beach, she spotted her almighty leader once again making a fashion mistake.

Bright, neon green and orange striped swim trunks hung over his hips and he didn’t avoid the woman’s stare. She purses her lips, “Who the hell goes clothes shopping for you? They shouldn’t be making executive decisions like this.”

Tomura shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?! Shigaraki, you have to be fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” he sits down on a towel under the parasol’s shade and returns to his gaming, “It’s probably Kurogiri but it isn’t like I ask him.”

“Holy shit. You’re an actual man-child.”

“Oh no, what gave me away?” he sarcastically whines, rolling his eyes at her.

“You being shameless about it is slightly worse…”

“(Y/n)!” Himiko cheerily calls, “Come join me in volleyball!”

“Is Twice playing?”

The blond looks over to the man in question and nods in approval.

“Are Quirks allowed?”

Another nod.

(Y/n) pats Compress’ shoulder, “I’ll let you take this game.”

Dabi comes up from behind while Spinner serves the ball on the beach, he’s removed his hoodie and now only rests in loose shorts that come to his knees and a white shirt. He scratches the back of his head in an uncharacteristically unnerved manner, “Not swimmin’?”

He earns a small shrug in response from the woman, “I’m not all too committed to the idea. At least not now.”

Nodding slowly, Dabi sits down at the edge of the towel unoccupied by Tomura and begins pulling at the fraying threads.

Sighing to herself, (Y/n) is slightly ashamed at how easily her heart softens upon noticing how uncomfortable Dabi seems. He doesn’t usually show as much skin as he is - which isn’t much - and he doesn’t usually throw himself into events where he’d be forced to interact with the others. He feels naked on the beach and he’d rather be dead than continue to suffer this embarrassment. And so, a body comes down onto the towel with his.

“Want company, misery?”

“Baking to death in the sun couldn’t get worse, even if it’s with you,” Dabi leaned back to rest against the woman’s legs.

“Wow,” (Y/n) fauxly gasped, sarcasm ripe in her words, “You being sweet? I never thought I’d never see the day.”

“Right? Thought I’d be dead by now,” his head tips back even more to lay it’s full weight on her legs, “You’re comfortable to rest on, old lady.”

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”

“You still owe him an ass-beating from the car ride,” Tomura jumped in, a snarky smile on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m starting to think you won’t actually beat my ass,” Dabi grins smugly, “Like me too much.”

“I would destroy you in a fight, Dabi.”

“Hm, well, until you stop being a pussy and actually fight me, doesn’t sound like that’s the truth.”

“I swear to- " (Y/n) loudly huffs and cuts herself off before groaning, Dabi- "

“I’m no God,” Dabi paused to wink like the cheap bastard he is, “Unless you want me to be.”

Before the woman can respond, there’s a “heads up!” shouted by Himiko and a volleyball is hurtling towards the arguing duo. Tomura immediately leans over, not quite paying attention and sticks a hand out to block the ball, accidentally decaying it in the process. The leader comes to a stand and tosses up his hands, “What the shit, Toga?”

“Man,” the teenager whined, stomping her foot in the sand, “you destroyed the ball.”

“You almost destroyed (Y/n)’s face!” Tomura's voice quiets and softens to avoid upsetting the young girl over a mistake, “There’s probably another ball in the trunk.”

“I said ‘heads up’,” Himiko rolled her eyes, sending Twice off to find the spare volleyball in question.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Oh, so all better, then?”

“Exactly!”

“No! That’s not how that works, Toga!”

Dabi snickered at the back-and-forth before giving a mock dreamy sigh, “Ahh, the sound of Kurogiri’s bonding plan working perfectly.”

[julek]

for @greyduckgreygoose, my beloved <3 | read on ao3

! explicit

Jaskier was oddly quiet.

It was an unforgiving summer afternoon, the sun burning bright in the sky as they walked together on the dry roads. Roach followed close behind them — mindful of the heat, Geralt had dismounted as soon as he was able — and stomped her feet in displeasure every time they had to abandon the cool shadow of the trees, following the forks in the road that lead to Cleves. 

They had spent the night in Maribor, after Jaskier had sung his voice out in the marketplace’s small summer festival. They’d drunk cool beer and eaten sweet pastries, tumbling into bed at an ungodly hour and rising with the sun. Geralt, for once, had actually enjoyed himself — being able to accompany Jaskier on his many outings had long since become routine, but seeing him in his element, lute in hand and winning smile on his face, was still enough to make Geralt’s chest swell with pride, knowing he was the only one who would hold his hand at the end of the night, and take him home. 

Now, as they moved on through the deserted road, Geralt became suddenly too aware of how quiet it all was — apart from the fresh air running through the trees, there was no humming, no half-lines being sung. It was… suspicious. He looked to his left and found Jaskier fidgeting with the strap of his lute, mindlessly watching the thick foliage of the trees they passed by.

Against all demands of decency and decorum, Jaskier’s chemise was unbuttoned to the navel, tucked into his breeches in a half-hearted attempt to keep it from sliding off his back. He’d pushed his hair back in the early morning — as he was wont to do when the heat became unbearable — but by now a few wayward strands were falling on his face, matted with sweat. His chest was an inviting sight, one that always seemed to take Geralt by surprise, the swell of his muscles and the thick hair that covered it making his breath catch in his throat. He was walking a bit slower than usual, adjusting the waistband of his breeches from time to time — Geralt had simply shrugged it off as still being exhausted from the night before. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

“Jask.”

He turned around. “Hmm?”

“You’re being quiet,” Geralt observed. “Last time you were being this quiet it was a curse.”

“Not cursed,” Jaskier replied, biting his lower lip. “Though it is sweet to know you care.” 

Geralt hummed. “Then?”

Looking at Geralt, his head tilted, he smiled, snapping his lute strap into place. “Just thinking.”

There was a row of low-hanging trees on the edge of the path, and they passed underneath them to enjoy the cool shadow, if only for a few moments. Geralt was about to speak when a soft breeze wafted through the air, and made him stop dead in his tracks. 

That scent. Sweet like ripe fruit and sharp like the spices at the marketstalls — lust and desire and need, all in one. Not covered in scented oils, not masked by perfumes and rosewater — just pure Jaskier, sweaty and unwashed and wanton.

Geralt looked at Jaskier again, and the bard must have seen the way his nostrils flared because suddenly his cheeks were pink and his lips were swollen, bitten and cherry red. Geralt stepped closer, Roach’s reins slipping from his fingers, and just breathed in. He could feel himself giving into it, desire pooling low on his belly, just by thinking about taking Jaskier like that, sheltered by the trees and surrounded by nothing but their own skin.

“Jaskier,” Geralt breathed, his voice rough. “Here?”

Jaskier licked his lips, and his voice was already a wreck as he whispered, “Yeah.”

His back hit a tree as their lips crashed with an unbidden sense of urgency, Geralt’s hands reaching for as much skin as he could touch. Jaskier gave as good as he got, sucking bruises he knew would fade soon on Geralt’s jaw, his neck, his ear. 

“What’s got you so worked up?” Geralt panted against Jaskier’s collarbone when they parted, fingers stroking the soft skin of his belly, just above his waistband. “Could swear you were pretty dead to the world this morning.” 

Jaskier scoffed a laugh, pressing kisses to Geralt’s face, uncaring of the heat. “I may have a surprise for you.” 

Geralt pulled back to look at him, a small frown knitting his brows. His thumb was dangerously close to the pretty knot that tied Jaskier’s breeches together. “And what would that be?”

“Can’t tell you.” Jaskier’s grin was wicked. “Guess you’ll have to find it.” 

Groaning, Geralt stole a quick kiss, making Jaskier laugh. He linked their hands together and walked deeper into the forest — they’d had too many a close call, pleasuring each other on the side of the road — and whistled for Roach to follow. 

“Tell her to stay back!” Jaskier whisper-shouted, looking at Roach walking toward them. “I don’t want her—”

“Seeing us?” 

“Yes, Witcher, seeing us. She’ll be scarred for life.” 

Geralt snorted, but motioned for Roach to move along a line of trees. “There.” 

“Good,” Jaskier purred. “Now, where were we?” 

Almost tearing the fabric, Geralt took Jaskier’s chemise off his back. He needed to feel his skin, have no layers between them — with quick movements, Jaskier divested him of his armor, deft fingers making fast work of the buckles holding the plates together. Their lips met again and again, a vicious hunger running through their veins, demanding to be sated.

Pinned between Geralt and the trunk of a sturdy tree, Jaskier arched under the bruising kisses being sucked into his skin. Geralt caught his hands just before they moved to the laces of his breeches and placed them above his head, taking control. Jaskier shuddered. 

“If you’re gonna tease me,” he rasped, “at least take your clothes off. Put on a proper show.”

Geralt hummed. “You’d enjoy that too much.” 

“That is correct, which is why I’m—”

Jaskier’s words dissolved into a groan as Geralt finally, finally pushed his breeches down — but, too soon, his hands stilled. 

“Jaskier.” Geralt’s voice was low, almost too low to be heard. 

Jaskier huffed a laugh. “You like that?”

The bard wasn’t wearing any underclothes — just his breeches, all day long, under the offending sun — and it made some animalistic instinct in Geralt burn, something primal and raw melt his senses into nothing but Jaskier, Jaskier, Jaskier. 

He bit down on Jaskier’s neck as an answer, and his moan went straight to Geralt’s cock, already hard and aching for release. He wrapped his free hand around Jaskier, stroking hard and slow, the way he knew set the bard on edge — but then he remembered.

“Where’s my surprise?” He asked, smiling when Jaskier rocked into his hand, tiny whines escaping his lips. “I do recall being promised one, of sorts.”

Jaskier opened his mouth to answer, but then, right then, Geralt twisted his wrist and sped up his movements, wringing punched-out ah, ah, ahs from him. “Jaskier.”

“Y-yes,” he managed, his forehead pressed against Geralt’s shoulder. “There’s— ah, fuck—”

“It would be rude of you to come now,” Geralt whispered in his ear, his voice rough with want, though his movements didn’t falter, his thumb gliding along the slit messily, “before I got to unwrap my gift.”

“I— I won’t last,” Jaskier confessed, his eyes shut and his brows knitted in a frown borne of ecstasy, clearly reaching his peak. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” Geralt smirked. “I’m sorry.”

Jaskier let out a broken moan as Geralt withdrew his hand entirely, leaving him unsatisfied and aching, panting against his chest. Geralt pressed small kisses to his hair, his face, his hands. “You okay?”

Though he seemed miserable, Jaskier gave him a soft smile before burying his face where Geralt’s neck met his shoulder. “Always.”

Geralt took him in his arms, relieved. He knew what Jaskier liked, was sure of what he wanted — making sure was part of it, all the same. 

He waited for Jaskier’s breathing to even out, let him rest against his body even though he kept subconsciously rocking against Geralt’s cock, which strained against the leather of his breeches with unfaltering desire. After a few moments, Jaskier rose from his chest with a knowing smile on his lips.

“Well, then,” he said, turning around and leaning his front against the tree, arms lifted above his head in surrender. He looked at Geralt over his shoulder, “won’t you come get it?”

Every bit of restraint and patience Geralt had been holding onto vanished, disappeared as he moved forward and pressed himself close to Jaskier, shoulder to knee. “I’ve fucked you in the woods before,” he observed, reaching for his own pants to unfasten them, “what’s special about this one?”

Jaskier chuckled. “Ah,” he said, clicking his tongue. “But you’re mistaken.”

Geralt watched as his hand traveled down his back, slow and teasing, until it reached his tailbone. Jaskier slid his fingers down his crack and pulled, spreading himself open just the slightest bit, enough for Geralt to see—

“Fuck, Jaskier.”

Down in the forgotten streets of Maribor, there’d been a small shop Jaskier knew very well. It was where they regularly got their oil supply, where Jaskier often complained to Geralt of high prices for feathered hats and embroidered underpants. The night before the festival, Geralt had watched Jaskier come in particularly pink-cheeked, smelling of chamomile and expensive perfume, a small velvet pouch hidden between his hands. He’d thought nothing of it — after all, he was the one who’d asked Jaskier to get their oil this time — and had almost forgotten about it.

Now, Geralt watched as a small, polished plug in a dark shade of blue was pressed inside Jaskier, keeping him open. It’s for you, the animal that lived inside him said, he’s wearing it for you. A low groan escaped him as he reached out and tapped the base once, making Jaskier squirm.

“Do you like it?”

Jaskier’s voice wavered the slightest bit, and immediately Geralt cursed himself for standing there quiet so long. Their eyes met, and that was it — Geralt surged forward and kissed him ferociously despite the awkward angle, just to show him how much he liked it. 

“I do,” Geralt said against Jaskier’s mouth, “I really fucking do.”

“Then show me.”

Geralt turned Jaskier around so he was facing the tree, and felt the wet dirt on his breeches as his knees hit the forest floor. This close, he could see just how far the plug went; the way it stretched Jaskier further and further with every move. He groaned. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

Jaskier couldn’t manage to answer. He let out a broken moan as Geralt licked a stripe down his cleft, briefly sucking on the plug and making Jaskier’s knees almost give out. His scent was so strong, here, so heady and raw, Geralt wanted nothing more than to get drunk on it.

He teased his tongue around the plug, pulling it out with his fingers just a little, only to push it back inside. It drove Jaskier mad, made him let out weak, breathless moans as Geralt licked him relentlessly. “Geralt,” he breathed. “Please.”

Geralt hummed, making Jaskier whine. “Yes?”

“Just,” Jaskier said through gritted teeth, “d-do something.”

Geralt pulled back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “Something?”

Jaskier looked down at him over his shoulder, and Geralt couldn’t suppress a shudder — he looked wrecked, his cheeks red and scratched from pressing them against the tree, his hair pushed back and gleaming with sweat, his eyes shining with unshed tears. An amalgamation of sin and innocence, purity and desire. His voice was rough when he said, “Anything.”

And Geralt gave it to him. He gripped the base of the plug and pulled, taking it out in one fluid motion, hearing Jaskier groan at the stretch. He immediately replaced the plug with two spit-slick fingers, feeling the warmth of Jaskier’s walls clenching around them.

“Geralt, Geralt— Geralt,” Jaskier chanted, his name suddenly a prayer, as Geralt pressed messy kisses to his hole, took playful bites at his cheeks. Jaskier’s cock still was hard and straining against his stomach, and Geralt could see he was holding himself back from rutting against the tree. 

Abruptly, Geralt pulled away and sat back, bringing Jaskier down with him. “C’mere,” he rasped, settling Jaskier on his lap, his fingers still deep inside him. He swallowed each one of Jaskier’s moans, kissing him fiercely as he added a third finger. “Are you gonna come, little bird?”

“Not yet.” Jaskier shook his head. “Want— with you.” 

Geralt groaned against his bard’s shoulder. Of course he’d think of Geralt even on the verge of his orgasm, of course he’d want him to take his pleasure as well. If only he knew what he did to Geralt — that seeing him incoherent and lost in desire was enough to bring him to the edge. Still, Geralt nodded. “With me.”

Jaskier unlaced Geralt’s breeches and pushed them down, just enough so they could rut against each other, skin on skin. Geralt hissed as Jaskier rocked his cock against his own, felt the dribble of precome slick the way as Jaskier’s palm wrapped around them both. He let out a low groan and caught Jaskier’s lips in a kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue, but that felt like diving into a frozen lake on a hot summer day. He felt Jaskier fucking himself on Geralt’s fingers as he stroked them both to completion, his movements faltering. 

“I’m— Geralt,” he choked out. 

Geralt nodded feverishly against his temple. “Yes, yes, yes.” 

Jaskier twisted his wrist once more, and Geralt came over Jaskier’s hand and stomach. Even under the hazy cloud of his orgasm, Geralt presses his fingers inside Jaskier still, brushing his prostate with nearly every stroke. Suddenly, Jaskier stilled, and came with a muffled sob against Geralt’s shoulder, his come hitting Geralt’s chest. 

They sat together, catching their breaths for a moment. Geralt pressed soft kisses against Jaskier’s neck, the side of his face, wherever he could reach. Devotion, he realized. This is what devotion feels like.

Jaskier melted against him, pressing lazy kisses of his own against Geralt’s scarred shoulder. “That was…” 

“Good,” Geralt rumbled.

Jaskier pulled back slowly, with a grin that quickly transformed into a groan. “Fuck, no,” he growled as he watched Geralt run a finger through the mess on his chest and suck it into his mouth. “Fuck.” 

Geralt shrugged. “You taste good,” he said simply.

“You can’t just say—” Jaskier pressed his face against Geralt’s neck, defeated. “You’ve killed me. I’m dead. Please grieve accordingly.” 

Geralt huffed a laugh. “We have to get going soon.”

Jaskier tsked. “Can’t. Dead, remember?” 

Geralt knew there was no competing against Jaskier’s soft afterglow. With a dramatic sigh — damn Jaskier and his endearing theatrics — Geralt laid down, his back on the damp summer grass. Jaskier burrowed into his side, nuzzling his nose against Geralt’s neck, their legs entwined. 

Geralt looked at the sky. Its blue was slowly giving way to the soft oranges and pinks of the late afternoon, sunlight melting against the clouds. He knew they would have to move eventually, saddle Roach and keep going until they reached Cleves. But for now, they could lie close to each other, their breaths and heartbeats as one, and worry for nothing but each other. 

For now, Geralt could look into Jaskier’s eyes and find nothing but a mirror of his own, could whisper sweet nothing against his ear and watch him flush and smile, embarrassed, until the sun set. He could press soft kisses on Jaskier’s skin and find nothing but the scent of sweat, and salt, and love. Find roundabout ways to tell him I love you, and I’m yours, and I never want to be without you, and I would never run.

He would always stay.

[jangofctts]

As You Are (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: smut, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence and injuries, light choking, brief thigh riding/grinding, vaginal fingering with them metal fingies, oral female receiving, unprotected vaginal sex (dont be a dick, wrap that stick), fucking on sam’s couch

a/n: ok hi this fic is very self indulgent bUT YKNOW WHAT WHO CARES EKJHEJHKEJH this is my first fic for marvel and AH I hope I did Bucky justice. ENJOY YALL

This had been a terrible idea. 

Right from the minute you tailed after he and Sam to the Baron’s extensive vintage car storage. Bucky had explicitly withheld any and all information regarding this little excursion to protect you but of course you’d shown up—none too jazzed about the little stunt Bucky pulled regarding the Baron. Fair. 

You were right—Bucky should have called but that overwhelming guilt of dragging you into another one of his problems stopped him from pressing that little call button. He never wanted to be the reason you ended up back on the run again. Though judging by the way things were going, it was more than likely you’d be in prison by the end of the week. 

Luck had your back in that sort of regard—too bad it could never rescue you from your own stubbornness and grief regarding that damn shield. 

You’d taken a devastatingly hard hit from Walker—a fractured orbital, a split lip and a dislocated shoulder. All preventable—if only Bucky kept better track of you before you showed up in that warehouse alone. Left to fight the shadow of what was once a symbol of hope for some—another man playing dress-up in something that will never belong to him. 

It was just their luck Bucky and Sam arrived in time—preventing you from becoming another red stain of violence splattered over that shield. 

James Buchanan Barnes is not afraid of much—but fuck. Seeing you crumpled over the concrete floor, all bloodied and struggling to raise a hand to protect your face… It was the same feeling as injecting his veins with a pure shot of adrenaline and anger shrouded in fear. He promised Steve he’d look after you… 

And as Sam carried you out of that warehouse you had the gall to tenderly tell them that you were just fine—as if your mouth weren’t full of blood and a face blooming with patchy bruises. The jealousy that sparked through Bucky’s chest when you clung to Sam’s chest did nothing to help that dark festering pit inside his ribcage he’s attempting to suture back together.

Bucky clenches his jaw. At least you’re asleep now. Curled up against the window, holding your injured arm in a way that limited the turbulence from jostling it. It’s the first time Bucky would describe you as fragile. He know’s you’re anything but that—stubborn mostly—yet most of all brave. It’s what Steve admired most about you—what Bucky loves most about you too. That vibrant spark flowing through your blood and how you’re not afraid to shout along to your favorite songs despite the odd looks you get. Bucky envies how self-assured you are, how you’ll never lose yourself because you know just where you’re headed. He wishes he still had that sort of drive instead of all this uncertainty and guilt clouding each muscle and fibre in his body.      

Bucky doesn’t realize the jet has landed until Sam stands and and places a large hand over your shoulder. Your face scrunches as you whine and curl further into your seat. “C’mon, kiddo.” You grumble something inaudible. “You want me to carry you?”

The delicate plates of vibranium clink together as Bucky’s hand tightens into a fist, jealousy flaring hot and bright. He quickly stands, too fast to be considering anything less than awkward. Sam’s brow quirks. “I can do it.”   

“It’s cool, man,” Sam says as he scoops one arm under your legs and the other around your back. “I got her.”

Bucky bristles. Whatever. 

It’s not like you and him have anything together. A one sided plague of affection that you’ll never know about—he wants to tell you. Fuck, the words burn through his tongue and collect like ashes between his teeth and yet they are never voiced from self sabotage. There’s no possible way to voice how you’ve haunted his thoughts and his dream since the moment his eyes met yours. How he’s memorized the lines of your smile and the sweet sound of your laugh, the sweep of your lashes and the rhythm of your steps. Bucky would know you deaf, blind, numb, in this world or any other twisted reality. 

He had said that he wasn’t afraid of much, but that’s not entirely true. Eternity, oblivion, crowded rooms, being alone too long. And you. You terrify him. You have the power to pluck at the very strings of his soul and unravel him completely until he’s no more—and you don’t even know it. Bucky Barnes is less afraid of dying than he is of loosing you but that fear never once provides him the courage to tell you. You may not be a scribbled name in his book, but he still hopes that one day he’ll earn the chance to strike his cowardice and put to rest the wretched ache in his heart that he feels for you. 

He wishes he told you in Wakanda, after the Blip, Riga, and right this instant. He watches Sam carry you out of the jet—what’s a little more time?

                          -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The sun is beginning to melt into the horizon, turning the expanse of water into molten gold and shimmering blues. The hazy humidity from the late afternoon heat collects at the back of Bucky’s neck and the light breeze does nothing to cool. Bucky sighs and swipes at the bead of sweat creeping down his forehead with the back of his hand—he glances up. 

A ghost of a smile creeps across his lips. You’re exactly where he and Sam left you three hours ago. Surprising to be quite honest—you never did like to stay in one place for longer than ten minutes. You’re a pain in his ass, simply said.  

But now—now you’re haphazardly splayed out on the lawn chair you were forced into, a juice box loosely held in your good hand while the other still remains in the sling. He can’t tell if you’re asleep—Steve’s sunglasses do an excellent job of hiding your eyes. Yet as Bucky wanders closer, your head rolls to your right in greeting. 

“It’s rude to stare, y’know,” you grumble, lifting the juice box to your mouth. Your lips purse around the plastic straw. “And before you ask—yes, I have a very important job I’m currently overseeing.”

Bucky quirks a brow. “What—hogging the lawn chair?”

“No—“ You huff. You gesture with your juice box at the large cooler your sandaled feet are propped up on. “I’m the booze master. God of the ale, destroyer of sobriety—“

“Alright, Booze Master,” Bucky interrupts with a snort. “Why don’t you bestow upon me a beer, your majesty.”

You tap your index finger over your chin as a lazy smile fixes itself over your lips. “Granted.”

You slide your legs off the cooler and with a pained grunt you shift forward. Bucky shoots his arm out and steadies you back against the chair by your shoulder before you get any further. Your face pulls into a grimace.

“I got it, kid. Relax.”

Bucky pops open the cooler and fishes out a beer and pops the cap off between his left index finger and thumb. You watch with a frown, “I could’ve done that for you.” 

Bucky resists the urge to roll his eyes and takes a seat on the cooler. The bitter fizz floods his tastebuds as he takes a sip of his drink, a tangible silence blanketing the space between you. He gets it—people like he and you can never settle for complacency. As if the rest isn’t deserved despite the bloody knuckles and the shattered glass that slices through skin—the bruises and the broken bones. None of it is enough—not worthwhile to preserve yourself when other’s so desperately need your help. 

Or maybe it’s penance. 

Bucky sure as shit finds himself swallowed by the black maw of guilt each and every day. Battling the never ending shadow of doubt that clings to his soul like glitter to a an old carpet. Bucky believes it’s safe to say that you’re the same—every good deed you do added to the imaginary scale weighing against the bad despite it feeling hollow and insurmountable. Paying in blood to equate the amount you’ve spilled. A hopeless battle you both insist on fighting. 

Bucky sighs through his nose, bends at the waist and collects both your ankles in his left hand. You let him lift them both and settle your legs over his knees. You shiver, an eruption of goosebumps rushing up your skin at the cold metallic shock of Bucky’s vibranium thumb scrapinh over your bare flesh.

Bucky’s lips tilt down ever so slightly. “Did I hurt you?”

“Never,” you rush to say before he has the chance to flee. “S’just cold.” 

His hum reverberates low in his chest as those cerulean blue eyes fall to his hands. You clench your jaw until your teeth ache as his left thumb continues to stroke over the delicate skin covering the joint of your ankle. This is…new…

You’d been close with Steve and Sam, and by proxy Bucky—in some weird adjunct way. Compared to Sam’s teasing bumps of the shoulder and that infectious laugh far more addicting than the golden liquor of the sun, Bucky is frigid. Still attempting to shake off the whole Winter Soldier thing that’s molded onto his bones like stubborn permafrost. Touch had always been tricky with him—even a friendly pat over the back or a simple tap to the harm had him tensing under the touch—muscle and steel bunching to prepare for a harsh blow that would never arrive. Never from you.         

Bucky rarely sought out your physical comfort—you were always the one to initiate those friendly touches even if he was the type to just sit and ignore you like a grouchy old cat barely clinging onto that ninth life. The first time he breached that fragile barrier was in Wakanda—something in Bucky cracked and split into a cavernous ravine of nebulosity. Stitches shred apart then stapled back together as he grabbed your arm and wrestled you into a bone-crushing hug. You didn’t need to ask to realize he cried the entire time, gripping your shirt like a lifeline while he shuddered and sobbed into the crook of your neck. To him everything from the rain to silk sheets felt like shrapnel and the stars tasted like old blood and the past of things long gone—yet you were familiar. 

A comfort for the much needed healing of the scattered pieces of a man. You don’t mind helping him pick up the tidbits and reattach them with veins of silver. It’s the least you can do. 

The second time occurred after the loss of Steve. Some part of you had been wrenched out with his departure and he never bothered to return it. It doesn’t matter anymore—the hollow ache had been soothed with the Winter Soldier clutching you to his chest until you drifted off into a fitful sleep. A tether to a new reality you both partake in. 

Which brings you to now. There’s no cathartic reasoning behind his touch…it’s simple…a risky leap of faith into unknown territory. Bucky’s eyes lift to meet yours—curiosity swimming in those icy irises. You don’t mind—in fact you quite like the calloused warmth of his hand and the opposing chilly metal one tentatively exploring your exposed skin. 

“You have a scar here,” Bucky murmurs, skimming the thumb made up of flesh and sinew over the mottled skin occupying the crease of where the top of your foot meets your ankle. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I fell on barbed wire.”

“Clumsy,” he chides, quirking a dark brow. 

Your shoulders bounce with a huff. “I was like—twelve when it happened, James.”

His mouth quirks in a half smile, quite liking the validation of his name in the way your mouth speaks it. He wonders if you know the weight of granting you that leeway of calling him that. Shit—he doesn’t care what you call him, everything sounds lovely when you say it. 

There’s another silence—holding your breath until something splits and shatters into a million pieces. You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want anything more than just friendship with Bucky but fear of rejection is a tricky thing. You take the easy way out and offer him the chance of something more on a silver platter. 

“Bucky?”

His fingers whisper up your shin as he inclines his head.              

“I’m tired. Drive me back to Sam’s?”

“Sure thing, doll.” 

                            -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Bucky holds the door open for you as you stumble in, escaping the hazy southern heat. He disappears into the kitchen as you make a beeline straight for the couch, sighing loudly once the plush cushions meet your back. You lazily lift your head once you hear his familiar footfalls nearing. 

With him he brings two Otterpops, one blue raspberry and the other cherry. Once he hands it to you he takes a seat on your left, close enough that his thigh and shoulder bumps against yours. “Don’t tell Sarah’s kids that these were the last ones.”

You roll your eyes and promptly stick the Otterpop into you mouth. “‘M ain’t no snitch.”

His low chuckle reverberates through his chest. The silence that follows isn’t an awkward one as you enjoy the cold treat—it’s filled with the humming cicada bugs outside and the breeze through the wind chimes. Comfortable with the normalcy—just a couple of regular old people enjoying life for a suspended amount of seconds.  

Once you finish the Otter Pop, you crumple the plastic up and rest it on the coffee table. He does the same—hints of the blue syrup sticking to the cracks of his plush lips. You force yourself to avert your eyes. You cheeks heat with a flush as you rush to occupy your mind with anything but wild fantasies of Bucky’s mouth. You lean forward again, pointedly ignoring the way Bucky’s eyes track your movements as you shuck off your sling, the prickle of unused muscles and bruised ligaments rushing through the limb. You wince as you slowly roll your shoulder. 

The muscles in Bucky’s jaw clenches. You sigh—he’s still blaming himself for your injuries. “Does it still hurt?”

“Not everyone has freaky healing powers, Buck,” you snort. You rush to appease him when he frowns. “It’s getting better though. Still can’t sleep on it—but eh.” 

“I’m sorry.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. No matter how many times you tell him he’ll never believe you. That’s something only he can fix. Doesn’t stop you from telling him anyway. “Stop blaming yourself for my idiocy. I made my choice and paid the price for it.”

Bucky’s eyes drop to his hands. “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Steve told me to look after you.”

Your heart constricts within your chest like a fist. You inhale and reach out to rest your hand over his wrist. “Funny—he told me the same thing about you.”

It surprises him—his dark brows furrow as his mouth parts, but nothing comes forth. Grappling with the right words that fit with what he feels. He’s still learning how to give his soul a name that fits. Learning how to take the dark, twisted bramble of his heart and make it into something that doesn’t ache each time it beats. He’s still learning how to look himself in the eyes, point to himself and say that there’s nothing frightening in there. Not anymore. No more. 

You suck in a breath and muster up the embers of courage. Here goes nothing— 

You cup Bucky’s cheek, the scrape of stubble welcome against your warm palm as you gently turn his face to look at you. His eyes drift to yours when the mumbled syllables of his name tumble from your lips. His eyes are framed with dark circles of wildflower bruises, his small smile a moonbeam stark against battered skin. You’ve dreamt so many times of swallowing it whole and pressing him close enough that your heartstrings become entangled with no hope of separation. But that’s something for him to decide. 

You drop your hand cradling Bucky’s jaw, but before your hand completely falls Bucky surges forward. His large hands rush to cup your face, swallowing your noise of surprise as his plush lips fall onto yours. The syrupy flavor of a Blue Raspberry Otter Pop he stole from Sarah’s freezer lingers on Bucky’s mouth, mixed in with the smell of old leather and cracked cardamom. Bucky nips at your bottom lip, tugging once and then rolling it between the blunt enamel of his teeth. Despite all the bad jokes regarding his age and senior citizen status—fuck he’s a damn good kisser. Compared to him you feel clumsy, sloppy, but no matter how hard you search for his distaste he doesn't seem to care in the slightest—if anything he’s pulling you closer. 

Bucky’s kisses may taste like the middle of June and a first love, but desperation lines every action like a wound with jagged edges. It’s a slow process learning to be free, but one day he’ll transform into starlight—and instead of a kiss like fire, it’ll be like touching your lips to a constellation’s aureate mouth.   

When Bucky pulls away, sucking in air and resting his forehead on yours, you catch a whiff of his hair. Freshly washed and smelling a bit like Sam’s shampoo. Your lips quirk. You’ll make sure to keep that a secret from Sam.

You pull back just enough to meet his eye, resting your palm over his vibranium hand that still cups your cheek. “Am I the first person you’ve kissed since the stone ages?”

His lips pull into a cheeky smile. “Maybe.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, skating your palm down the front of his shirt, the heat of his skin near searing through the fabric. “I guess we have a lot of catching up to do, huh?”

Bucky’s lips smother your small moan as he drags you into another kiss. You can feel his smile as he murmurs his agreement between desperate kisses and the enticing warmth of his tongue skimming along yours. The next time you part for air, Bucky drops his strong hands from your face to instead wrap them around the curve of your hips. He tugs you over his right thigh with ease and breathes a gentle sigh of your name, beginning to pepper kisses over you cheek and down the slope of your jaw.

Bucky reaches your ear and carefully nibbles the cartilage, his voice a warm scrape in your ear. “I want you.”

It’s such a simple phrase…and yet…it tears through you and pools like a heavy weight right to your center. “Then take me.”

Quick as a strike of a match, you’re tipped backwards, cradled right between the arm of the couch and the back of it. Heat rushes through each limb and gathers in your cheeks as Bucky’s vibranium fingers skate up your chest and curl around the column of your throat—that hardened soldier he’s tried to bury bleeding through the cracks of his resolve. You don’t care. You gasp into his mouth as he squeezes ever so slightly while he pushes a firm thigh between your legs. Shit—this is how you’re gonna die—grinding on Bucky’s muscled leg while he’s got a hand around your throat. 

What a way to go.    

With his other hand he grips the meat of your thigh and pulls you higher, grinding the rough material of his jeans covering his crotch into yours. You whine and arch into him. You need more. 

You both stay here for a good while up until it feels like you’re ready to burst at the seems if you don’t have him now. Bucky is no better—cheeks flushed as he fumbles with the zipper to relieve the noticeable bulge straining against it. Impatient and needy, you shoo away his hands and do it yourself, easily sliding your warm hand down his navel and over his boxers to palm at his cock. Bucky’s hand twitches around your neck, a sweet groan filling the air when you softly squeeze him through the elastic.

“Fuck, you’re gonna…” Bucky trails off and buries his nose into the crook of your neck. “Gonna make me cum in my pants if you don’t—don’t stop.”

While the thought is tempting, you want this to last just a little bit longer. Rush after the glorious high of just being near him, his kisses, everything about him. Bucky grunts at the loss of your hand and mouths a wet trail of sloppy kisses up your neck and returns to your lips. When you part he sweeps a stray strand of hair and tucks it behind your ear. He smiles softly.

“Can I try something?” He breaths. Before he can even tell you what his idea is, you’re happily nodding along. “Wanna taste you. Been thinking about it ever since Wakanda.”

Oof. His words shoot straight your center. “Bucky—why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

His mouth quirks. “You make me nervous.”

Rolling your eyes you plant a kiss on his forehead and grant him his simple desire. Bucky sits and slides to the floor, close enough that he’s still able to hover over you. You lift your hips as Bucky tugs your shorts and underwear down and off your legs. Besides the general anxieties of being half naked in front of an incredibly attractive man and performing something so sinful on a friend’s couch—there’s a strange stroke of pride that alights through each of your vertebrae. A powerful man willingly dropping to his knees to please you. 

Bucky shoots you a smile and slides his hands around your ribcage, bends forward slightly and captures you mouth in a deep kiss. He parts and nips down your jaw and over your throat, sliding his tongue over the marks he leaves with his teeth as if to soothe the slight sting. You whine and arch into him as he slides lower, leaving an obvious trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake until he reaches the collar of your shirt. Bucky moves his palms under the fabric to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples that peak through your bra. You suck in a shaky breath when Bucky catches the pebbled bud between his forefinger and thumb, the hard vibranium of his fingers scraping over it. A low hum rumbles through his chest as he leans forward to playfully nip at your collarbone.

“I wanna see you naked.” Bucky admits as he slips his hands out of your shirt. You shiver as those chilly metal fingers gently come to rest on the outside of your bare thighs. 

“Not here, Buck,” you sigh. “T-they—fuck—they can come back any minute.”

Bucky quirks a brow, eyes dropping between your legs, then back up with a smirk. His plush lips part, yet before he can disprove your silly point—that your bare ass is already out and taking off the shirt would barely make a difference—you interject. 

“Shut up.”

His shoulders bounce with a chuckle. “You have such a way with words, y’know that?”

You make a noise low in your throat and reach out to sharply tug his ear. He easily bats your hand aside, hooks his hands under your ass and hauls until you’re all but hanging over the edge of the cushions. You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core as Bucky lowers himself and wedges his shoulder between your thighs. He slides his hand over your calfs and wrestles them over his broad shoulders—earning a perfect view of your pussy. You’re already wet—worked up and running on borrowed time. You roll your head back onto the back of the couch and clench your jaw. You don’t want to rush him but Christ—you really don’t want Sam or Sarah to find you like this.   

It feels like ages before Bucky’s lips touch your belly and then your navel with his warm tongue. With a grunt he shoves your shirt up to your breasts and circles your bellybutton with the tip of his tongue—his enhanced strength easily pinning you down as you jerk and giggle.

Bucky picks up his head and grins. “Try and hold still, doll.”

No sharp retort comes to mind. Fuck—he’s already got you so expertly wrapped around his finger. 

Bucky hums, satisfied with your weak nod and continues on.  

Bucky’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver that rushes through your body. They tickle towards the apex of your thighs and settle close enough to reach your aching center. He pauses for a moment and while you know he’s there, you curse when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They gently work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction as your body adjusts to the feel of flash and vibranium. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch. 

Unsatisfied with simply touching you, Bucky shifts his weight to better reach your core. “Fuck—you’re so pretty.”   

There's a moment just before Bucky swoops down, face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, warm breath fan across you inner thighs. Anticipation grips your heart with an iron hold, and then— Bucky licks a broad stripe from the base of your cunt all the way up to your swollen clit. His mouth is molten, tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his hair. Bucky grunts against you as you drag him closer by the short strands—greedy for any and all touch he gifts you. Bucky’s mouth slips around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter shut as a quiet moan wrenches free from your vocal cords.  

He trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your soaking entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your cunt, skips over it completely to catch the wetness before it leaks over the couch. Bucky opens his mouth wide and groans in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life. Desperation lingers on his tongue and all you are is the honey sweet taste of salvation. 

“Shit—Bucky,” you cry, throwing your hips forward in search of more friction.

It's perfect. So fucking delicious. 

You tense as the vibranium tips of his fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the clenching ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The chilly digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness. With a self-satisfied grin, Bucky thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that makes everything ache with desire. It leaves you just hovering over the sharp edge of ecstasy, the catch of his knuckles and imperceptible metal plating dragging along your walls pure torture. Fuck—he’s going to be the death of you—

Bucky’s mouth dips down a second time and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight. You're flying off that edge, faster than a fucking freight train. You cum onto his tongue and fingers with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Bucky continues to lick you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Supernovas implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jet fuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Bucky murmur his praise—feeling the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue. 

Your brain swims in hazy bliss as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it damn near hurts. You're too sensitive. Nerves rubbed raw and still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. Bucky is all too happy to remain between your legs—takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his hot tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.

It's sharper than a vibranium razor against bare flesh. Your thighs shake around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves. You cry out as an orgasm floods through you veins, rupturing each cell in your being with molten pleasure. Your core pulses around Bucky’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease to a fading throb. You whine and push at his forehead because he's still going. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick. 

“Feel good?” Bucky purrs, resting his cheek on your thigh. 

If judging by the way you thighs still quiver and your chest heaves—then yeah—it felt good. 

Cheeky bastard.  

“Get up here—“

You grapple with his shirt, fisting the thin fabric, but he’s heavy and your entire body feels like jello. Your grip strength is all but laughable at the moment as Bucky clambers back onto the couch and grabs both of your legs, slotting his narrow hips between them. One leg is stuck against the back of the couch while the other hangs off the edge, foot skimming the hardwood floor to accommodate Bucky. Not the most comfortable but fuck it—who cares.    

Bucky grunts when you lift your hands and hook your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, tugging them halfway down his legs with a sharp yank. Already a dark patch of wetness stains the fabric of his boxers, the impressive bulge straining against the elastic and begging to be released. Your eyes meet his icy blue ones as you slowly pull his boxers over his cock. It bounces up towards his navel, thick and beautiful just like the rest of him. 

Impatient, Bucky’s fingers curl around your wrist and presses your open palm against his cock. He’s thick and heavy in your hand—perfect. The bead of precum that pools at his flushed tip smears against the inside of your palm as you experimentally roll your wrist, fascinated with the feel of his foreskin rolling over the steel heard flesh with each stroke.You give his a cock a rougher squeeze, a bolt of liquid heat settling in the pit of your stomach as a stifled moan reaches your ears. 

A sharp hiss of hair passes through his clenched teeth as you lightly tug on his cock. From the base up you pull, fixed upon the throbbing flesh, flushed and pulsing and all for you. His cock bobs when you let go—he huffs out a disappointed noise. “I need you, Buck—please.” 

Your previous two orgasms did seemingly nothing to soothe the growing ache for him. It prickles up your spine and singes through every nerve and bone—you whine and arch your hips, trying to touch your slick cunt to his cock. Bucky growls your name and pins your hips to the couch with ease. 

With his left hand, Bucky firmly grips your jaw, his stare folding into something serious. “You sure?”

Your tongue runs over your bottom lip. You grin. “Do your worst.”

Bucky curses and readjusts your calf slung over his hip and grips the base of his cock. You shudder as he runs the blunt head through your folds, slicking himself up with your arousal. You mewl and dig your nails into the flesh of his forearm as the wide tip of him pushes into your entrance—he shudders as you clench and arch. It doesn’t hurt, but he’s certainly not small in any way shape or form. You’ll feel him for days afterwards as your cunt swallows inch after inch. 

You both groan as he finally bottoms out. His jaw clenched tight as sweat beads at his hairline. Shit—he’s gorgeous—struggling not to loose control the moment he’s buried inside of you. You allow yourself to adjust for a moment but your own impatience rakes down your spine with claws of scorching arousal. You rock your hips in curiosity and squeeze around him. 

“Fuck—“ A ragged moans severs his words as your gentle rocking tilts into abrasive jolts. At this angle it’s difficult to fuck yourself onto his cock, but the measly thrusts are meant to tempt him. His left hand shoots to your throat, the chilly metal a stark contrast to your flushed skin. You dip your head back, exposing more of your supple skin—all his for the taking. 

You dig the heel of your foot into the small of his back and grab at his shoulders—tempting him into fucking you already. You’ve waited long enough. Bucky snarls your name, hooks one hand under your ass and pulls his cock nearly all the way, out only to slam back in with devastating force. There’s no time to adjust or gather your obliterated thoughts before Bucky sets a pace, desperate and feral. Each roll of his hips borders erratic, taking his pleasure without thought—intent on reaching his own end after being denied for what seems like a millennia—and maybe it has been. Bucky shifts, widening his knees as much as he can to sink lower onto your body—his soft hair tickles your cheek as his choppy exhales burn hot over your skin. 

Bucky turns his head to steal a kiss, open mouthed and catastrophic. No words are exchanged as he fucks into you with brutal strength aided by that damn super-soldier serum—there’s no need for them, not now anyway. You complete each other without the spoken utterances—still both a work in progress. Though most things are you suppose—constantly remaking yourselves, but instead of smashing the haphazard pieces back together alone—you have one another. You bury your hand in his hair and cry his name.  

You choke out another groan and feel your arousal begin to drip down your thighs—hear the thrusts of his cock into your cunt become shamefully wetter and damn—you really hope nothing gets on this stupid couch. You don’t want to explain that Sam. 

Electric heat sears down each vertebrae in your spine, blazing through each and every vein with the brilliance of a wildfire escaping the edges of the forest. This is gonna ruin you. Bucky’s hand reaches between your bodies and rubs tight, controlled circles over you swollen clit. There’s no build up to your orgasm—just a calamitous surge of warmth that sweeps your very soul off its feet. Your nails dig into Bucky's back as you shake and fumble for a foothold in your own consciousness—the steady warmth of his body a much needed anchor. 

You have no time to recover because he’s still going. Thrusting into your pussy with violent slaps that echo through the room and will more than likely leave bruises against your ass. Through the pressure of his hand over your windpipe—threatening to cut your air off completely—you garble out his name. Bucky drops his head to his chin, the weight of his gaze landing between your legs, watching the way his entire length disappears inside of you. When he raises his head he molds his mouth to yours. The soft, wet kisses rapidly morph into pricks of his teeth, his gravelly moans so pleasing to hear. 

You arch and tilt your head back as he presses you harder into the couch. The vibranium hand latched onto your jaw, works it open and slides a thumb past your plush lips. You lave your tongue over the digit—the metallic tang flooding your tastebuds. “Good girl—m’close. A little longer.”

Bucky’s panting breaths mingle with yours as his pace turns vicious. Chasing his high that he so desperately needs. Overstimulation bites at your nerves, but with a gentle tug to the soft strands of hair on the back of his neck and a sweet whisper of his name, Bucky bursts. His moan jumps up an octave, eyes slamming shut as he buries his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he cums. He’s shuddering in your arms as his hips erratically jerk, hot spurts of his release coating your insides. You whine and tilt your hips up to prevent it from spilling onto the couch. 

Finally he slows to a stop, ragged breathing filling the air as the heat and weight of his body becomes a welcome comfort. Eventually that warmth grows stifling. He lazily pulls away, observing gaze drinking in each inch of bare skin exposed—the marks and the light sheen of sweat. You hiss as he curiously drags his thumb over the bite mark lingering just above your collarbone.

He parts his plush lips but before he can apologize, you interject. “Don’t—I like the reminder.”

Bucky shakes his head and drops down to tempt your lips into a lazy dance. “You’re a weirdo.”

You smile and cup his cheek. “I’m not the one with a staring problem. You know that you can’t kill people by glaring, right?”

Bucky kisses your cheek, your jaw, and then the dip of your throat. “You don’t ever shut up, do you?” 

You shudder as his softening cock twitches inside of you, another coal of desire flaring in the pit of your stomach. You flash him a coquettish grin. “Maybe if you give my mouth something to do, you’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” 

Something dark and dangerous flickers within those eyes. You shiver as one hand returns to your throat while the other draws teasing patterns over the outside of your thigh. He draws in close, nips at the shell of your ear and chuckles darkly. “You’re on.”