#how did you break your toe? i walked into a doorframe
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I hit my toe pretty hard when i started to get ready for work and i didn't think much of it. I hit my toe many times and i was fine. But when i went to put my shoe on it hurt very very badly. I still went to work thinking it's gonna be fine but walking from my parkingspace to my workplace was painfull as fuck and i would have been on my feet for at least 8 hours. So i had to call it in and tell them i can not work like this it's to painfull. At home i looked at my toe again and it is already bruising so i at least sprained it definitely, i am not sure abour broken. Which it hopefully isn't. And i hope i get a appointment with my doctor today to see how bad it is with my toe. It is currently 5 am so i will have to wait for a respons to my email till at least 8 am
#i ramble#i feel stupid#also because i would have worked with good people goday that i haven't worked with in a while#i just hope it isn't broken#that would be my first broken bone#and the story to it is just stupid lol#how did you break your toe? i walked into a doorframe
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ribbons & affection ♡
pairing : jungkook x sanrio girl!oc
genre : fluff , smut
warnings : RIBBONS!!! 🎀 , sexual content : jk is tied up , p in v , breast play , switch!reader , switch!jk , tit fucking , guided masterbation , creampie , nudes
a/n : this was inspired by this video!! AND HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY😭😭!! btw i made like a whole text au but forgot tumblr had a limited number for pics so i couldn't include it in ughh😫😫
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"hi."
jungkook stares at you from your door, across the living room. he was dressed in black from head to toe, as usual. big puffer jacket, baggy pants and a tank top with a few of his rings on. his body was leaned against the doorframe as he waited for your response.
"you're here!" you squeel, excited to see your boyfriend. especially after your...little argument yesterday. it was childish, really. jungkook was a massive tease. he would tease you about quite literally everything. and maybe yesterday he took it a little too far by making a comment about his exes. multiple exes to say the least :). obviously, you got fucking mad. he was talking about how he never really felt anything real for any of them, except maybe one. obviously that made you feel a bit insecure. what if he feels the same towards you as well? and he's just playing you?
no, he wouldn't do all of this if he was. you're sure. you're very sure! right? he's your jungkookie.
brushing away all those thoughts away, you skip your way towards your boyfriend, only stopping a foot away from him. you look up at your man, arms behind your back with a small smile that's threatening to widen.
jungkook's lips press thinly against eachother as if he's going to say something, but he stops and drops whatever he was holding. next thing, his arms immediately wrap around your body, pulling you to his chest. like this, jungkook wraps his entire body around yours. your nose nuzzled deep in his neck with his arms securely wrapped around you, one around your waist and the other around your back.
your boyfriend bear hugs you for about a minute, gently rocking your body sideways. god, this feels nice. the moment he wrapped his arms around you, it was like everything was fine again. there was some obvious tension still, until the moment before he hugged you like this. your body was relaxed, almost lifelessly laying in his arms.
slowly, you place your palms on his back, hugging him back. jungkook hums in satisfaction, the tip of his tongue in your hair.
"my sweet girl." his embrace felt so warm and safe. you never want to let go.
"i missed you so much." he mumbles into your hair. just as you were about to slowly pull away, he pulls back into his embrace by grabbing your wrists. "let me hold you." he kisses the top of your head.
there is a familiar warm feeling spreading around your stomach. jungkook! >.<!
you just let the man embrace you in silence, squeezing your body over and over again until he feels completely comfortable and fit.
about a minute pass by, so you decided to break the silence.
"you missed me that much?"
"the fuck i look like to you? of course, i did." jungkook pinches the skin on your waist, making you squeak. his hand shifts places to under your butt, lifting your body up effortlessly next. he adjusts you in his hold, both hands under your butt to hold you up. jungkook sighs, comforted, as he walks into your house.
"my stuff!" you whine, hand reaching towards your bag full of goodies on the floor.
"is that all you care about?" the man holding you grunts.
"yup! duh." you pinch his ear.
"we should break up then—"
"no. you're not funny, kook." jungkook snickers in return, hand patting your back. he sits on your couch, pulling you closer to his body. gosh, if he could, he'd dig inside his body to have you rest under his skin. he wants to be as close to you as possible.
"y/n, oh my god." jungkook takes a deep breath, thumb caressing the dimple on your cheek as you smile. "yeah?", "baby, i love you so much." he hugs you again, practically squeezing you. you just giggle, cheeks heating up. "oh my god, you're so cute, jungkook!" you coo, hand gently petting his head.
"i'm not cute." his voice comes out muffled. "yes, you are!" "no, don't call me that." jungkook huffs, groaning into your neck. "the way you said that made you even cuter." you giggle. you pull him out of your embrace stand up on his thighs, both hands holding his face up.
"look at you! your head is like a circle!" there you go again.
"oh fuck, baby. give it a rest." jungkook's back is slouched against the back as he watched you fondle his cheeks. "smileee!" jungkook shakes his head in disagreement. you frown, lightly slapping your boyfriend's cheeks. you boyfriend couldn't help but grin a little, the corner of his lips twitching upwards but it quickly conceals it by puffing his cheeks.
"give me a biiig smile, baby." you pinch the tip of his ears. jungkook shakes his head again, clearly saying no. you begin by kissing the tip of his nose, then trailing more up his nose bridge, ending with a soft kiss on his forehead. your cheeks are already heated up as you caress your boyfriend's cheeks, kissing them afterwards. there's faint stains of lip gloss all over his face by now.
"smileeee!" jungkook looks away from you, trying to keep his smile from breaking out. but your charms were just too good. your boyfriend couldn't help but smile widely, followed by a giggle. ack! so cute!
quickly, you push your index fingers forward to poke his dimples. jungkook's laughter fills your ears as you continued to poke his dimples.
"did you bring the ribbons by the way?"
"wait—" pause. "you were being forreal?" jungkook squints his eyes, trying to read you.
"yeah?" you pout.
"i just—well, thought you were joking. one sec." jungkook signals you to move out of his lap before he walks towards the bag laying on the floor. he brings the bag to you, pulling out a roll of pink ribbon. he throws it at you and watches it bounce off your chest to your lap.
"now what?" your now curious boyfriend stares at you, waiting for you to do something.
"i'm going to fuck you!" god. such filthy words coming out of someone who looks so innocent.
you stare back at your boyfriend with your eyes wide, a cheeky smile adorning your lips. your fingers fondled with the lace of his sweatpants, sneaking its way upwards and under his tank top. the tips of your fingers make contact with his hard abs as they traced imaginary lines all over.
"little fucking minx." jungkook cusses out.
with a giggle, you sit up on the sofa, pulling down his sweats upto his mid thighs to expose his boxers, semi hard cock very much visible.
teasingly, you bend down to press a kiss to his clothed cock. jungkook's breath hitches, excited. but the excitement vanishes away the moment you pull away and let the sweatpants go back to its original spot.
"what?" "what?" you giggle at his visible confusion.
"weren't you gonna suck my dick?"
"ew! no!" you laugh, slapping jungkook's torso. you get back on your feet before kissing your boyfriend's cheek and skipping your way back to your bedroom. huh? were you gonna fuck him in your room then? before jungkook could even find out, he hears you locking your room.
"Y/N? you can't possibly lock me out of your room after doing that!" the helpless man shouts.
but the ding coming from his phone distracts him, especially your contact appearing right on top. you had sent him a message. now?
baby❤️ : take ur pants off and wait on the couch🤭 p.s. leave the boxers on :) AND CLOSE UR EYES PLS
what the fuck were you planning? er, jungkook didn't care. he was thrilled by this. all he wanted was to burry his cock deep in your cunt.
so far into your relationship, you've never really initiated things yourself. it's always been him suggesting things to try in bed. you've only brought up topics maybe once or twice. so this is definitely rare. it wasn't just you suggesting it, but you were acting on it right on the moment too. so correction: jungkook was far more than thrilled for this. the thought itself got his dick standing up proud and tall.
he made sure to listen to all your orders. your boyfriend was sitting on the couch in his boxers, legs wide spread and waiting for you. he was debating whether to take his shirt off or not. i mean, you didn't tell him to do so. but you also didn't tell him not to. uh. er. maybe—
"kook, are you ready?~" your sweet voice fills his ears, catching his attention and eyes directing towards your room.
"you want me to close my eyes?" jungkook's eyes shut after the loud yes you shout okay.
once you felt like you were ready with....this?!?! you slowly open the door, trying to not make a sound. you tip toe towards you impatient (and horny) boyfriend on the couch with a tight smile and immediately place your palm on his eyes, blinding his vision.
because of the sudden action, jungkook flinches, hands immediately landing on your thigh—more specifically, your garter.
you freeze, head lowered to see jungkook's finger hooking onto the garter. you watch his lips slowly turn upwards to a smirk, quickly picking on what's happening. his other hand joins the feast, gripping onto your other thigh, slowly sliding up your smooth skin and meeting your ass cheeks. his fingertips touch the thin fabric covering your cunt.
"ha!" jungkook laughs, body falling back against the sofa with a slap to your asscheek. "can i open my eyes now?"
you pout, eyebrows frowned in annoyance. whining, you talk, "ugh! i wanted to surprise you. why do you always have to find out everything?"
"doesn't matter. can i open them now? pleasepleasepleaseplease—" "okay."
jungkook's eyes immediately open, and the sight in front almost makes him faint. fucking hell. he didn't know where to look. your face? your tits? ass? uh, i don't know? fuck.
you were wearing a beautiful baby pink lace lingerie set. it was barely covering you, of course, but teased jungkook just the perfect amount. oh fuck. the lace was so thin and fit your body perfectly, decorating you as if you were some prop. the lace had little bows adorning it, along with small roses. his eyes were glued to tour beautiful round tits, secured within the flimsy material. but one thing caught his attention. fuck, he was rock hard. it was the beautiful J necklace he had gifted you a while earlier, sitting perfectly in between your pretty tits.
"shit, baby." jungkook touches the pendant, thumb swiping over the shiny letter. he traces the chain of the necklace upto your neck, giving you goosebumps along the way. jungkook's finger slides over your shoulder blade and down your arm before it lands back on your pendant. he grabs your left breast, squeezing it. he loved how your hard nipples were seen through the useless little material. couldn't help but swipe his thumb over the material a few times, making you let out a whimper here and there.
and the beauty doesn't even stop there.
jungkook's eyes travel downwards, met with your pretty pussy covered with nothing but the little lace fabric. and oh, oh shit— his eyes widen at the crotchless panties you were wearing. with little bows attached to both hipsters.
"dirty fucking girl." he laughs, hand gripping onto the flesh of your ass.
"you like it?" you tilt your head to the side with a small grin on your face.
"i love it, baby. gimme a twirl." jungkook pats your ass and motions you to do what he asked. you happily accept, taking a few steps back to give him the full view. you begin to twirl around slowly. jungkook enjoys the view with a small smile.
"so pretty, baby. dolled up all for me." he bites his lower lip. "uh huh." you nod.
"c'mere. lemme feel you, princess."
"nuh uh." you refuse, shaking your head from side to side.
"fuck it, what's it now?"
jungkook didn't know what to expect this time. he knew you were nervous about it, judging by your body language. you were standing awkwardly, hands pinned to your back while nibbling on your lower lip. what would make his baby so nervous? shit, maybe, you'll let him have your ass for the first time—
"press your hands to your back."
maybe not.
"no. wanna touch you." you knew this would happen.
"please? pleaasee?" you whine.
"no, sweetheart. not doing that. i need to feel you up." jungkook shakes his head.
"c'mon, kook. for me? pretty please?" you smile. you smile so beautifully that it almost makes jungkook drop down to his knees. fuck, was he down bad.
"yea, yea, fine." he grunts, hands pinned to his back now. you happily scoot over, grabbing the roll of ribbons and tying them around jungkook's wrists.
so that's what they were for? jungkook thinks.
when he thought you were finally done, he watches you bend downwards to tie two bows around his naked thighs. then you proceed to do the same to his biceps.
"i feel like a coquette porcelain doll."
"you are! my princess." you hold up his face by his chin, squeezing his cheeks again.
"i hope nobody ever finds out about this." jungkook groans.
nah. jungkook doesn't care. he didn't give a shit, to be honest. you were his girl. he'd put on anything you give him. hell, he'd walk around naked in the streets if you had asked him. with you, he became vulnerable. something he never was before. he'd put on the girliest princess dress and go out if you had asked. in fact, jungkook would rather be proud. to call you his girl of course :). "my girl made me wear this."
"don't worry, won't tell anyone." you kiss the tip of his nose as a reward. you gently push his back by his shoulders, making him rest against the sofa.
perfect! your boyfriend looked like a coquette princess. he looked yummy.
for a second, your mind goes blank, utterly blank. what do you do now? you've never switched the roles during sex...yet. you've always been the submissive one while jungkook handled everything.
"need help?" jungkook's shiteating grin just motivates you to do better. you'll prove him wrong. yeah!
you mutter a small no. you begin by kneeling down in front of your boyfriend, right in between his legs. his hard on was very visible through the thin material of his black calvein klein boxers, even staining it a little as well. you lean forward to press a kiss to where his tip was. licking some precum off the boxer as well.
jungkook hums in approval once you start to pepper kisses all over his boxers, finger hooking to the waistband of his boxers to pull them down. once you've fully taken them off, you begin by stroking the base of his cock up and down. very slowly.
the slow pace of your hands was slowly starting to drive jungkook mad. he wanted you to fasten up, or use your mouth, just do something that'll make him cum. but at the same time, he found it arousing. his girlfriend, usually the one who's begging to get fucked with a pillow in between her legs, taking control and using his cock however she pleased.
jungkook starts to thrust his cock into your hands, begging for more friction. and who are you to oppose. heh. you give in, moving your hands faster on his cock. meanwhile, you also leaned forward to kitten lick his red tip.
wrong. he so desperately wanted you to deepthroat his cock right now.
"fuck, baby, the things i would've done if i had my hands freed right now."
that's just for the play, by the way. only a fool would think that jungkook really felt trapped by those skimpy ribbons. he could easily break out. he's just letting you have your fun for now. you both knew that. such a good boyfie!
you giggle in response before spitting a globe of spit onto his cock. before it slides down his cock, you flatten your tongue on it and spread the spit all over his cockhead. you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, gently sucking on it.
you pull his tip out of your mouth with a pop. jungkook looks at you befuddled, then he tries to touch you. but oh—yeah, the ribbons. he thinks twice and settles on not breaking out of the ribbons.
you reach out your arm to grab the pillow on the couch, then placing it under your knees so that you could sit on it. it gave you some height as well. you look back at your boyfriend with a mischievous smile, then back down at your breasts. your arm travels to your back, your bra, and then slowly unhook it, letting the lingerie material fall down to reveal your perky breasts.
jungkook gasps, slowly putting the puzzle pieces together once you start massaging your breasts while eyeing his cock. shit. he bites his lower lip, watching the way the flesh of your breasts perfectly mold into your hands however you massage it.
your back was arched, chest popping out as you began to stroke his cock with your left hand. meanwhile, your fingers played with your breasts, rolling the little nub in between. jungkook didn't know where to look. your fresh nails set, pretty in pink with cute charms all over, looked so hypnotising wrapped around his cock. you were dripping, it was obvious as you constantly shifted your position on the pillow.
jungkook swears he sees stars once your hand leaves his cock to cup your breasts together and squeeze them. shit.
"put it in, baby." your voice was sultry once you spoke.
jungkook gladly thrusted his hips up, adjusting to the position a little because, well, can't use his hands. your boyfriend slides his cock in between your breasts with a groan, watching the way your breasts squeeze him in just right. he didn't need any lubricant, his cock was wet enough already with precum leaking from the tip.
jungkook begins to thrust his hips up and down sloppily. it was quite hard since his hands were tied. but you decided to help by thrusting your body forward and back to meet the pace of his thrusts. you stare at your boyfriend, whimpering prettily with a layer of sweat covering his face. he looked so pretty like this. cock desperately going in and out of the valley between your boobs. you were slowly starting to like this whole...taking control thing.
"you like this, kook?" you murmur.
your boyfriend laughs, grunting afterwards.
"are you trying to dirty talk to me?"
your eyebrows furrow, "ruined the moment."
he laughs again, tongue swiping over his lower lip. "talk to me. i like hearing your voice."
okay, now you're shy. what do you say now? you mentally cry.
you stay silent, but give him a little nod and continue to let him fuck into your boobs. the louder his moans got, the sloppier his thrusts became. jungkook breaks out a little whine, immediately shutting himself up after that. he's embarrassed, you can see it.
"come on, a little more. you're doing so good, baby." shiiiiit.
he fucks into you faster, but sloppier. just to make it a little easier (heh), you let a globe of spit slide down your chin and fall onto his cock.
"haa—" your boyfriend moans. and with one last thrust, a creamy liquid spurts out of his tip and lands on your chest, some on your chin as well. he could not believe that he came from just your tits. you let go of your breasts once he slips his cock out, sighing and plopping your forehead on the sofa.
you sit back to your previous position after a few seconds. your tits were covered in his cum. a sight to never forget. a sight to never forget, for sure! you snicker as you grabbed the camera on the coffee table behind you.
"where'd that come from?" jungkook talks.
you shush him with a kiss on his sensitive tip. what's gotten to you?
with the camera, you proceed to take multiple pictures of your breasts. squeezed against eachother, cum dripping from your nipples. to spice it more up, you bring in your boyfriend's (still hard) cock to the picture, playing it between your breasts.
"you're so cute, sweetheart. use my cock however you want." his back was resting on the sofa, half lidded eyes watching you use his cock for your cute little pictures.
"my girlfriend's a little whore? whom are you gonna show these pictures to? other guys?" you know he's joking, but you couldn't help but scoff.
"jus' you. i don't like other people. unlike you." you let go of his cock, letting it bounce back.
jungkook snickers, getting a kick out of annoying you.
"you're so mean!" you slap his chest hard.
"c'mon, baby." you place the camera back on the coffee table. pushing jungkook back, you climb onto his lap, strangling his thighs. you were sitting on his thigh, your crotch directly in contact with his skin. it was hard to not just fuck yourself on his thigh. but eh, maybe.
you moan once your clit touches his thigh. hand cupping your pussy, your index finger gently swipe over your clit a few times. so soft. you begin to rub it a little, flicking the little button over and over.
"having fun playing with yourself, princess? touch her nice and slow first, m'kay? add a finger after, she loves that." the way he was talking about your pussy as if it's completely something else around you so much. you lean back on your boyfriend's thigh, leg spread as your fingers played with your princess parts.
your fingers dip in between your folds, fingers getting coated in your wetness. humming in satisfaction with how wet it is, you seperate your folds with your fingers, forming a v shape. jungkook licks his lips, watching your arousal stick to your fingers.
"pinch her for me." jungkook groans once you obey his command, your own fingers pinching your clit for him. "that's right, sweetheart. now rub it slowly." you follow his words, rubbing your clit gently.
"mmh, i want you." you needed him so bad. wanted him to touch you and make you cum over and over. your fingers fasten at the thought, rubbing your clit harshly.
"you want me to touch you? just say the word and i'll touch you, sweet girl." you wanted to slap him across the face. you wanted his hands all over your body. but that meant removing the ribbons. you didn't want to lose control.
"say yes. i'll touch you good, sweetheart. make you feel just fine, yeah?" jungkook coos at the sight of your pussy compulsions. clenching and throbbing, begging for his touch.
"see, she wants me too. just look at her, baby. you have to let me touch her so i could help her out."
"mmmmgh!" you whine, not liking how this is going.
fuck it!
sitting back up on his lap, you pull on his hair to raise his head up so that you could kiss him harshly. you also manage to whine a "fine" in the middle. the moment jungkook got the que, he laughs, breaking out of those stupid little ribbons. your boyfriend lifts you up from below, your ass now sitting on his forearms as he harshly kissed you.
lips smacking eachother, sucking eachother's tongues and whatnot, jungkook didn't let you catch a breath. he was impatient. he wanted to eat you whole then and there.
"all of that just to take it off once i open my mouth, huh? that cock hungry?" jungkook speaks he removes his mouth from you. you just nod, not having any other words to say.
"lay down, pretty."
you impatiently lay down, stumbling on the pillows while you do it. your back was resting on the arm of the sofa with your leg raised up, your boyfriend getting in between your legs. he takes off his tank top with a smirk, throwing it and letting it land wherever in his room. jungkook takes in the sight in front of him.
you sprawled in front of him, pussy dripping while wearing those slutty little panties. what's even point if your whole cunt's exposed? slut, slut, slut. his slut, though. the sparkling jewellery laying on the swell of your breasts catches his attention next. your boyfriend touches it, caressing the charm with his palm.
J.
he liked that a lot. you were his. his woman, his person, his everything in every possible way. you were the love of his life, his trophy. he carried you around like a trophy. always showing you off to his friends and everyone else.
"my girlfriend"
"my girlfriend"
"my girlfriend"
"my girlfriend"
his eyes sparkled as he leaned down to press a small kiss on the charm. you could feel your boyfriend's warm breath hitting your lips. jungkook licks his lower lip, beginning to kiss your neck. he licks over an area, nuzzling into your shoulder. his left cheek was pressed against your shoulder blade, fingers running down your arm. you literally got goosebumps at his touch. he was so gentle and loving. as if he was treasuring you and your body. worshipping you.
"you're so beautiful, baby. how'd i get so lucky." your breath hitches at his praises, watching jungkook praise the shit out of you while kissing every inch of your body.
the moment he gropes both of your breasts at the same time by those large manly hands, i swear you almost came on the spot. your pussy desperately clench around nothing with your back arched, a small moan escaping your lips. your boyfriend laughs at your reaction, aware of how aroused you've become at this point.
"you want me to finally touch her now?" he signals at your pussy. your head jolts upwards, frantically nodding with a few yesses leaving your lips.
"pleasure." jungkook begins to circle your pretty clit meanwhile his other hand caressed the insides of your thigh, easing you down. your boyfriend slowly lays down on his stomach, face now completely aligned with your glistening pussy.
"hello there, sweetheart." you whine again—shit, you might as well just cum right now—jungkook's hand suddenly holds your hand, intervening them together. his chin lays on top of your crotch as he looked at you one more time, eyes showing nothing but pure affection towards to.
jungkook places a kiss on top of your clit, tongue gently swiping over the sensitive nub.
"pretty girl." his tongue entered your pussy to lick away all your arousal. you were moaning, pussy clenching at the sensation. it was good, god, his tongue, but it wasn't good enough to make you cum. you knew he was doing this on purpose. not sinking his tongue deeper into your cunt, jungkook just laps on your pussy and enjoys the taste of your wetness.
"so sweet." his fingers joined the party to rub slow and sensual circles on your clit. this was a sight to watch indeed. your boyfriend feasted on your pussy as if he was a starved man.
everything felt so good. he made sure to pull away once you feel like coming as well. meanie.
"keep it in, i need you to milk my cock, not my face." you do nothing but nod.
once he felt satisfied enough by your sloppy cunt, he pulls away to look at you. you notice how puffy his lips looked from all that making out with your pussy. that makes the two of you i guess!
jungkook grins, jacking off his hard cock. he was bricked up, of course. one look at you and it was over for him. you looked like you were straight out of a porno.
"i'm gonna stuff you full of my cock, baby. you would like that, wouldn't you?" he huffs, eyeing your dripping pussy and that pretty little face of yours.
"you make me so cock drunk, jungkook ;(" your manicured toes poke his thigh, foot almost about touch his cock until he playfully pushes it away with a laugh. "patience."
"look at how pretty these are." you hook a finger under the trap of your crotchless panties, pulling on it and letting the material slap back into place. "bought it just for you." there's a proud little grin on your face.
"yeah? who's card did you use?"
you hesitate for a moment, but answer. "mine."
jungkook pauses, eyebrow raising followed with a slap on your thigh.
"i've told you so many times to use my card but you never do. do i have to fuck the thought into you now?"
"uh-huh. jus' doesn't feel right to use your money for your own surprise." you pout.
"i don't care. i've clearly told you to use my card whenever you want."
"noooooo," you whine, "my friends are already calling you my sugar daddy!"
"then let them." he laughs, tracing your folds with his fingers. jungkook pushes two fingers in at once, beginning to scissor them in.
"ngh! i want your cock! not your fingers...!"
"gotta prep you, sweetheart." he fastens the pace of your fingers inside you, contemplating whether to add a third one in or not. eh, just do it. he stretches your cunt out with all three fingers while his other hand drew invisible doodles on your cute tummy.
once he feels like you're stretched out enough, he carefully pulls his fingers out, licking them clean afterwards. it was so nasty, yet so arousing.
without anymore waiting, jungkook's cock was already slipped in with no problems. he gives you a second to adjust to his cock as you shifted in your position, making yourself comfortable. once you gave him the okay signal, your boyfriend begins to give you those heavenly thrusts of his.
"haaa." you take a deep breath in, hands holding jungkook's shoulders for support. his pace wasn't fast, it was rather slow and sensual. he took his time with you. it was slow, he touched every inch and corner of your pussy this way. it was perfect. your mushy walls molded into whatever he wanted.
"nygh. ~" you let out small whines and moans, loving the way his cock slides in and out of you. it just felt so good.
"you're so amazing, please never stop." you speak out followed by a gasp, making jungkook chuckle. "never stoppin', sweetheart."
his face was buried in your neck, inhaling in your scent. your boyfriend licked your earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth a few times.
he begins to fasten his pace around you once he felt you clenching around him repeatedly. you moan out a long whine, the heel of your foot now digging into his asscheek while he pounded his cock into you. at this point, your moans had already sinked in together, turning out harmonically.
"you close?" your boyfriend leans down to whisper in your ear. you just nod, not really having the energy to speak words. you were fucked. you looked so fucked out from his dick, it was unreal. he loved this look on you, though. eyes half lidded, lips formed in an 'o' shape and breasts jumping up and down.
"shit, gonna drive me crazy." he lightly slaps your cheek. but you lean into his hand, wanting more of his touch.
soon you feel your orgasm coming in. ah, shit, clawing your nails into jungkook's shoulders, you just close your eyes and cum. jungkook's eyes were glued to your pussy as your juice milked his cock good. there was a white ring formed around his cock, making him smirk.
soon, jungkook cums as well, very well triggered by the pleasure from your orgasm. but he looks at you, asking whether he could cum inside or not. once you give him your approval, jungkook wastes no time to completely empty his balls into your cunt. he fucked you through his high, fucking his cum deeper into your pussy. it's fine, you were on birth control anyway.
he slowly pulled out of you, not letting you get hurt or anything. and then he just threw himself over your body. "oh!" you giggle a little. your boyfriend licked your cheek and bit it as if he was about to take a big bite out of his favourite food.
he leaned back to watch his cum drip down from your pussy. "heh." jungkook collects the liquid with his finger then guides it to your lips. you happily wrap your lips around them.
"can't let a drop go to waste."
you laugh, hitting his chest playfully. you spent another few minutes laying on top of eachother until you decided to break the silence.
"so, did you like my surprise?"
you knew damn well he LOVED it. you just wanted to hear the story.
"best surprise ever, sweet girl." he caresses your cheek with the back of his index finger.
"happy valentines day, my love ♡"
"happy valentines day, jungkook ♡"
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hey love!! if you're still taking miggy requests, can I request Miguel and short reader? (like 5ft)
He's being his usual grumpy self, but every time he sees them clambering on the counter to reach something high up or grabbing a chair to reach a high place, his stern expression just breaks and he usually covers his face to hide his amusement.
He also teases them for being short and if their romantically involved he definitely uses his height to his advantage to make them weak in the knees /.\
Or whatever you come up with it! 💕
Thank you!
tarren my love, i squealed when i saw u requested something of miguel. as a five foot zero inches girly pop, i was MADE to make this fic
warnings || reader is short, height differences, fluff, making out
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Miguel let out a long sigh as he closed the door to your shared apartment. It was well into the evening—11:45 pm, as it read on the clock, to be exact.
He could feel the rage and anger that still sizzled through his veins. Today was hard. Today was a shit-tastic day and was full of fuck ups upon fuck ups.
So, he probably slammed the door much louder than he anticipated. The sound made you jump in the kitchen, startled by the booming sound.
You were so engrossed with checking the oven that you hadn’t even looked up at the clock in over an hour. A smile slowly crept up onto your cheeks, though. You knew that particular sound.
“In here, baby.” You called. Your voice echoed across the apartment, and it seemed to put him into a trance.
He slowly sauntered into the spacious kitchen. He could almost feel how all of his ire had prodded its way through every single step he was taking.
It felt heavy. All of it felt so heavy.
He walked through the doorframe, huffing out a breath, and then immediately stopped in his tracks at the sight his eyes took in.
You had been baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies before he got home. It was supposed to be a surprise—and supposed to be done—but you had forgotten one ingredient.
Salt. You always put extra flakey sea salt on top of the gooey chocolate cookies. Then, to your dismay, the salt that you had needed was unfortunately on the very tippy top of the biggest cabinet in the kitchen. You were on the highest part of your tippy toes, and an arm stretched out as far as it could reach.
Miguel’s entire anger dissolved at that very second. You gave out a quick huff before stretching out your fingers just a little bit more.
Unfortunately for you, you didn’t grow any inches.
Miguel smiled. He turned his head, and he smiled. His lips curled at your continuous attempts to reach the salt.
It was so fucking cute. He swore his heart could burst. Little did you know that you were the only one that could truly do this to him. He had to turn his head to look away from you before he burst out laughing.
“Let me get that.”
You could feel him hover behind you. His tall stature sent shivers down your spine. Your head didn’t even reach the middle of his pecks, and god, did he relish this.
He loved the way your body curled up against his—so small and so perfect. He loved the way your hand just about fit his palm (he might have been a bit dramatic, here, but still).
He pressed his chest up against your body. You gasped at the full pressure of his chest and hardened stomach up against your back. His arm followed your own, and his hand brushed up against your fingers. Your whole body felt like it was going to catch on fire. You were so sure.
“I’ve always got you, sweet thing.” He says before swiftly taking the salt down.
“Thank you, baby.” You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You were too dazed to do anything for just a moment. As if knowing that, he smirked.
“Next time, I’ll just get the stool.” You say more to yourself. God, he was so distracting. It was insane.
He scoffed. He was not going to tell you that he had gotten rid of all of the stools and ladders in the apartment. “Why need a stool when you have me?”
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“Should we go to bed, baby?” You ask after finishing the last cookie you had set aside. Miguel’s favorite was always right after they came out of the oven. He liked them hot and gooey.
His eyes locked with yours. “I don’t know, sweet thing. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at the thought. “What do you mean?”
Before you could even finish your sentence, Miguel is standing up. With habit, you’re standing upright with him.
He just smirks. He knew you’d follow him.
He immediately towers over you—dominating—and staring intensely into your eyes. “You missed something when I got home.”
You blinked. You blinked again. Your mind was blank.
You open your mouth to respond, but he’s quickly crowding your space. Your mouth quickly snapped closed, and your breath shallowed at how large he is.
Now, he’s pushing you, ever so slowly, to the nearest wall. “You forgot to greet me with a kiss, hmm?” He chuckled darkly into your ear. “How could you forget?”
He takes your wrists and traps them against his large hands, and places them above your head. He pressed hot, wet kisses on your jaw and they start to lean down to your neck.
“Look at you. I haven’t even said anything, and you’re already a puddle.” You open your mouth again, but nothing can come out.
Your mind is blank, and all thoughts and feelings are rushing about the man in front of you. He was just so tall.
His lips crashed against your own and it took all of the breath out of your lungs. His tongue swirled against your own, and his hand squeezed the base of your wrist.
Your lips molded against one another as he nipped and sucked. It was heavenly. He was heavenly as his body seemed to press further into you and the wall.
He bit against your lip and pulled back, but before you could even react with a small moan, his lips are back onto yours in full force. His smooth lips caressing each and every part of you.
Suddenly, his lips disconnect from yours. He takes a good look at you and smiled. You were entirely kiss-drunk on him. Your lips were swollen. Your chest was heaving up and down. Your eyes were completely hazy.
It was a sight to see.
“Let’s get ready for bed, querida, yeah?” Your body was screaming at you for letting his arms detangle from your body.
His whole form sauntered off, and you were left there by yourself, flushed up against the wall. Your chest heaved up and down—reeling in the feeling of his body pressed up against yours.
You never wanted that feeling to go away.
“Yeah. Bed.” You whispered—the biggest smile spreading across your cheeks. Every night, his large arms wrapped around your shoulders and stomach. You would sleep like that all night.
“Bed sounds good.”
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Wanda and Nat are both such sweet and gentle souls with R, so I'm wondering how a fight would go down. All 3 of them during an argument and the aftermath of it all
˚⋆。°౨ৎ wandanat and dove don’t fight often, they’re usually really good with communication and patience, but they do get into it like any other couple. most times it’s dove that's stuck in the middle as the two avengers go toe to toe, but sometimes, she finds herself in the center of the problem. their spats are usually resolved pretty quickly though, they’re too soft to stay mad for long. ౨ৎ °。⋆˚
warning(s) — alludes to elements of ageplay/discussion of headspace although brief and non-descriptive, mentions of pietros death and canon events, primarily fluff tbh (i got carried away)
The air was thick as you stood red-faced in the doorway of Wanda’s office, flustered and overwhelmed as she trailed behind you, arms crossed over her chest, not willing to drop the topic despite your pleas. Poor Natasha was caught in the crossfire of your argument, looking between the both of you with a pitied understanding. Tension had been rising for days, all three of you had felt it, but the coil had finally snapped when Wanda made a passive aggressive comment about your recent comings and goings.
“Wanda!” You pulled at your hair, eyes brimming with tears that were both angry and hurt. You’d seen her like this a few times, but her anger had never been directed toward you. Now, her venomous words sunk into your skin as she seethed and ranted on and on about your absence and ill-mood. You couldn’t help the long hours you spent held up in the library. You couldn’t help that when you finally did return home, you were drained and too exhausted to maintain a proper conversation, just wanting to sleep. Your dissertation was due in only a matter of weeks, and you’d spent months slacking off in favor of spending time with her and Natasha. That wasn’t their fault, you’d never blame them for the choices you made, but there wasn’t any more time for games as your deadline approached, but she hadn’t seen it that way. “I’m here now!” You nearly stamped your foot, words caught in your throat as you tried to disarm your loaded girlfriend. Your limbs felt like jelly at your sides, nerves filled with static energy as you attempted to break through to her.
“Wands,” Natasha tried to interject for the second time, worry etched across her features as she watched you spiral further down into yourself as the argument dragged on, only a shell of the woman she loved. Confrontation was not your thing, both of them knew that, but Wanda had become so blinded by her own trauma, she didn’t realize what she was saying, or who she was saying it too. All she felt was that same twinge of abandonment she’d experienced on Sokovia when Pietro drew his last breath. All she recognized was that once again, somebody she loved was pulling away.
“Don’t.” Wanda flinched away from Natasha’s touch, her eyes slitted into daggers. She wasn’t seeing you, not really anyways. She was seeing red, and when she got to this point, so caught up in her head that all she saw was tendrils of chaos magic and flashes of red, it was best to just let her calm down on her own terms. “Don’t touch me.” She put distance between herself and Natasha’s soft body with a raised palm, shuddering violently as her emotions worked on her patience and outer reserve. You never liked seeing her like this, but you especially didn’t like being the cause.
On the few occasions that you’d witnessed this side of her, it was usually some moron at work that wound her up to this point, but now it was you, and you felt sick to your stomach watching her break. Standing in the doorframe of her office, your laptop still open on her desk and illuminating the otherwise dark room, you watched helplessly as she walked away, muttering beneath her breath that she was going to bed. Your heart sank to your feet as you watched the guest bedroom door swing close, flinching into yourself when the harsh slam ricocheted off the walls and bounced off of your skin.
“I just-” You looked at Natasha helplessly, not knowing what words to say to get her to understand. You didn’t have to say anything though, Natasha knew. Sadly, she closed the space between your lonely bodies, letting you fall into her chest when she was in arms distance. Your sobs broke her heart, but there was only so much she could do to ease the pain you were feeling. It was Wanda that you needed, Wanda that you wanted, but the other half of your heart was locked away and isolated all because you failed to better prioritize your work.
“I know, milaya devushka.” One hand held your waist while the other cradled the back of your head as she let you weep into her shoulder and dampen her tank top. “She just needs some time.”
A crestfallen wail rattles your chest, pleading eyes searching Natasha’s face for any indication that this isn’t real. You’ve never fought like this before, and you didn’t like the way it felt in your belly as you thought about the empty space that would take up your bed tonight. “She’s mad at me.”
“She’s not mad.” Natasha shook her head, letting go of your head so that she could grasp your chin in her calloused hand, keeping your eyes locked on hers instead of letting you hide away again. “She’s scared. You’ve spent the last few months attached to her hip, dorogoy. I know that you’ve been putting off your assignment, she knows that you’ve been putting off your assignments, but right now, I think she’s confusing your absence with abandonment. She’s not used to you being gone, just like you weren’t used to her having to work long hours in the office. She just needs to adjust, she’ll realize eventually.”
“She was mean.” You admit, tears soaking your cheeks as you rest against Natasha’s palm. She hates seeing you so beat up over this, hates knowing your delicate heart has been through the ringer at the expense of someone you love the most, but all she can do is be there for you and hope that everything falls back into place. Couples fight, especially ones in your situation, but she also knows that Wanda’s more than just a girlfriend at the end of the day. She’s the one you confide in first, the one you seek out when you want someone to understand you without having to explain anything, she’s your Mommy, and the balance of your relationship will never be as simple as just romantic lovers with a history of traumatic events.
“I know she was mean, baby. You just have to give her some grace right now.” You nod weakly, letting Natasha led you into the dark bedroom that lacks Wanda’s presence, sinking into the mattress with limbs as heavy as your heart, hoping that tomorrow is a better day.
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Morning came before your body was willing to accept the kiss of sunlight against exposed skin, but truthfully it wasn’t the approaching dawn that woke you, it was the sensation of a body sinking into bed. With your head on Natasha’s chest, you knew it wasn’t the assassin that slipped in next to you, so it must’ve been Wanda. Her side of the bed had been left untouched, cold and empty as you occupied as little space as was physically possible. Her absence weighed on your heart even in your dreams, but the warmth of an additional arm slinking over your waist lightened that pain the slightest bit.
“I know you’re awake.” She whispered, her voice hoarse and gravely like it was every morning. Despite the hurt that gnawed at your belly for hours until sleep eventually took over, you sank into her embrace without hesitance, twisting around beneath the heavy blankets until your head was resting on the satin pillowcase and your eyes were locked with hers. She tried to smile, but all she managed was a weak grimace that broke your heart. She hadn’t slept a wink, bloodshot eyes and sunken in features all the evidence you needed to make that conclusion. “I’m sorry.” She admitted into the quiet of your bedroom, sniffling when the onset of tears made it difficult to keep her words even.
“I know I’ve been gone a lot recently, and I know I haven’t prioritized a lot of time for us to Wanda and Y/N, but I didn’t realize it would hurt you this much.” You whispered back, not giving her the chance to dwell on the mistakes of last night. Nothing could change what had happened, but you were willing to move on from it if she was. You missed her, you had missed her before she chose to sleep alone, but now that longing had been amplified.
“You’ve been fighting your headspace. I didn’t realize how much I would miss those little moments until you took them away, and I let myself think the worst. I’m so proud of your work, moya lyubov, I just miss us.” She leaned in to kiss your nose, laying her forehead against yours as your legs tangled together beneath the thick comforter, weeks of separation finally coming to an end.
“I miss us too.” You sighed, more than content with this simple moment, even if it lacked Natasha’s sarcastic wit. The widow was awake, both you and Wanda knew that, but you were thankful she chose to keep her mouth shut as you finally confronted each other with feelings you’d been pushing away. “Promise we’ll never do that again? I hated it.”
“Never again.” Wanda promised, “That was the worst nights sleep of my life.”
A groan interrupted your sweet moment, the redhead on your otherside finally having enough of her chosen silence. “You guys are cute, but some of us are trying to sleep.”
A giggle tumbled past your lips when Wanda rolled her eyes, red tendrils of chaos magic ambushing Natasha square in the face like the sensation of a fluffy pillow. Your laughter only amplified when the fit redhead twisted her body on top of yours, slim fingers digging into your ribcage as you wriggled and squirmed beneath her.
milaya devushka — sweet girl / moya lyubov — my love
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Confessions
Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader.
Summary: Javier leaves you heartbroken, you go on a blind date and things go wrong, javier saves you and you reconcile.
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: men in general, readers date is creepy as hell.
You couldn’t pinpoint one exact moment when you knew you had fallen in love with him, it was like a montage on repeat in your mind, a hundred tiny moments or things that he did that made you swoon, tripping you again and again until you fell for him, and you fell hard. At work he consumed you, often times you’d be throwing down your pen onto your ever growing pile of paperwork in frustration at your sheer lack of concentration, needing a cigarette break to regroup your thoughts, trying to push him out of the front of your brain and failing, miserably every time. You barely knew anything about him, didn’t know his family, what he did for work, hobbies or anything of importance to his life. You knew only how to fuck him; to make his toes curl and throw his head back, to make him bite his lips so you never head his moans escape his mouth, to make him cum the fastest and hardest he ever had in his life; yet you wanted more, needed more, something with substance, something meaningful.
It was no surprise when you heard a knock on the door at 12:40am, the routine the two of you shared was like clockwork. He would lie awake after work and would need some release, his stressful day seeping into his body and needing some relief, that form of relief became you, your body, your pleasure. But you couldn’t do it anymore; the casualness. You wanted more, which was impossible, you knew his reputation. Half of the town had slept with him, it was truly any wonder he hadn’t contracted anything. You shuffle out of bed, putting on a pair of slippers to avoid the coldness of the tiles on your warm feet, your arms wrapping around your body as it slightly trembles from anxiety, you were scared to cut it off, put it all to an end knowing you wouldn’t ever see him again, but it was the only way to stop you from breaking your own heart, or him breaking it.
You flick on a light and open the front door to see Javier in a white button up shirt, black leather jacket and tight blue jeans, yellow tinted sunglasses framed his face beautifully. His arm drops from the outside doorframe when he sees you dresses in pyjamas, being so used to meeting you in sexy lingerie for your secret meetings. He shifts on his feet uncomfortably, “I can go if you’re not feeling well.” He mutters, unsure of what to say as his eyes meet your own after minutes of avoiding them. “I think you better come in actually, we need to talk.” Although your voice is quiet, it travels through the distance between you loudly, the anxiety causing your lips to shake. You open the door and step back to make room for him, he accepts the offer and walks into your apartment, taking a seat on the dining room table in the living room as you lock the door behind you.
He lights a cigarette and offers you one to which you accept, he brings the lighter up to the cigarette that hangs lazily out of your mouth, inhaling simultaneously and within seconds your mind is hazy from the nicotine and you’re starting to second guess yourself. “Talk.” He pries, your right hand finds the cigarette, the left is on your leg, trying to stop the anxiety-included bouncing of your legs. “We can’t fuck anymore.” He looks up at you for the first time tonight, removing the glasses from his face and tucking them into his leather jacket. The grip on his cigarette was desperate, “did you find someone?” The question makes you frown, mainly in confusion because you know no one can compare to him. “No.” You bring the cigarette back to your lips and inhale for a few seconds, the burn in your lungs aching before exhaling the smoke, trying to disintegrate your stress before it snaps. “Then what’s the problem hm?” You scoff, standing from the table, pushing the chair backwards sending it screeching along the cold tiles. “Why do I need a reason, why can’t I just be done?” He scoffs loudly, crushing the cigarette butt into the ashtray as he stands, eyes stalking your pacing movements. “Because you’ll never find someone who’ll ever make me feel as good as I do.” He approaches you, stopping your body from pacing, his large hands feel warm as they find a place on your waist, his moustache tickling your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “you’ll never replace me, baby.” The nickname makes you shiver for the wrong reasons, your heart aching a sit beats too quick for it’s intended use, the blood pumping through your body makes you dizzy in his grasp. “Don’t Javier, please.” You mutter weakly, his lips meet your neck as he assaults them, leaving purple marks along your skin. “Give me one good reason not to.” He teases. “Because I love you.”
Your voice was quiet, barely a hair louder than a whisper, your voice sent goosebumps up his spine and on his arms under his jacket. It sent his insides spiralling so fast he felt sick, nauseous. He had to get away from it, from you. Which is why he pulls away from you and without another word unlocks the door and slams it on the way out, leaving you to sulk inside your apartment as you sob through the realisation of losing Javier forever.
It had been a month after Javier had left you rejected and alone after you confessed your love, leaving you completely heartbroken in the process.
Blind dates were not your thing. Your friend from work, Rosita had claimed she knew a sweet guy, her husbands friend, Zach. Sure, he was nice, he was a sweetheart even. But Javier had left you totally heartbroken and you weren’t sure you were ready to mend the pieces back together, let alone start seeing someone else.
“How’s your tea?” Zach asks, his piercing blue eyes watching you with a mix of nervousness and adoration. His blonde hair combed neatly, he was handsome, but definitely not your type. Maybe he should be, he probably wouldn’t take your heart and fucking stomp on it. “Yeah, it’s good, just how I like it. Thanks.” You say kindly, mustering the softest smile you can. He takes your hand and rubs it, his fingers felt nothing like Javier’s, everything about Zach you felt yourself comparing to Javier, it was toxic. You decide to let yourself at the very least enjoy this date. “I’m so glad. I was thinking, maybe we could take things a step further. I think we connect great and I’d love to take you back to mine.” You have to stop yourself from physically recoiling at the bizarre statement.
You can’t help but notice the back of a familiar man, sitting across from you in the small cafe. Feeling petty and upset, you mindlessly accept. “I’d like that but I’ve got work early tomorrow, let’s go back to my place instead.” You offer a lie, excitedly he nods in agreement and puts down some money for the drinks and tip, his soft hands caress your lower back as he leads you to his car, missing the burning eyes of Javier into the back of your and Zach’s head. Envy and jealousy enrage him.
“So this is my place, what do you think?” You chuckle nervously, the realisation setting that you’d practically bought a stranger into your home, you were regretting accepting his proposition, and inviting him to your sacred space, pettiness was to blame for this mess. “It’s nice, very nice. Could use some of my things in here.” He laughs, but you knew he wasn’t joking. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” You offer, gesturing to the old box television that rested atop of your dingy tv stand, held together by a few screws. Zach caresses your face, your skin jumping in a way that makes your skin crawl. “Let’s move things to the bedroom huh, pretty girl?” Your neck tingles and you feel bile rising in your throat at his pet name for you, feeling too exposed with what you’re wearing, fingers desperately trying to pull down the sides of your thigh length dress to make it longer.
“Sorry, I’m just not feeling well you know, that time of the month and everything!” You try to seem sincere through your lie, but he catches on to how you start fidgeting with your necklace, an obvious tell of when you’re lying. “Are you lying to me?” He questions, stupidly, you fidget with your necklace again as you deny his accusation, “no of course not.” He grunts angrily as he shoves past you, “you’re still thinking about that guy aren’t you! Rosita told me you were in love with some guy. He’ll never love you, you’re sad and pathetic you’re lucky I even gave you my attention, all you had to do was let me have you!” Your body trembles as his rant continues, adrenaline pumping through your blood as he raises his voice with every sentence, his face as red as a tomato as his anger toward you builds, you back up to the kitchen as he paces, you lean back and pull a medium sized knife out of your knife block. He hears the ‘shink’ noise as the knife is pulled out, his eyes are on you and they’re furious, you hold the knife in front of you as he storms towards you, he snickers at your reaction, cowering from him like a wounded animal.
“You think that will stop me! What are you going to stab me? Do it then! Stab me little girl! Stab me! Do it now!!!” You’re crying in fear as you blindly swing the knife in front of you, scared of what will happen if you don’t react. The knife clatters to the tile as his arm connects with your forearm, the force makes you wince as his comes into contact. You’re cowering below him, your hip digging into the kitchen basin as he stares you down. “You were really gonna stab me, huh?” He taunts, voice too calm for you to feel safe. “Why don’t you tell me how it feels huh princess?” He spits as he chuckles, bending down to retrieve the abandoned knife on the cool tiles. You don’t react, too scared and frozen in place as you realise this crazy fucking man is going to stab you in your own home for not having sex with him, this is insane.
Your body is tense as it waits for the blade to come in contact, you wait and wait, your eyes clenched shut not daring to open them as you fear of what you’re going to see when you open them. A pair of arms are wrapped around you, your body jolting out of its disorientated state and back to reality, you shake and thrash yourself around trying to free yourself, your body is spun around and you see him; Javier. “Hey, hey. I’m here. You’re safe.” Everything comes crashing down at once, the hurt and rejection from him and the fear settling of what happened tonight, what could’ve happened. You’re sobbing so hard your body is shaking, trying to push Javier away, his hands lowering their grip from your wet cheeks. “I don’t need fucking saving Javier! Just go. Get out.” Your voice cracks as you point to the door, Zach gone from your apartment, thankfully. “I’m not leaving you here after that fucking creep was here, he’ll come back for you the second I leave!” The strain in his voice just makes you fight harder, “then let him! I don’t fucking care anymore, don’t you get it!” You take a step forward and like his chest looking up to meet his gaze, “I don’t fucking care anymore Javier! You broke me.” The adrenaline starts to wear off and you start to ache, your body using too much energy for this fiasco. “Baby don’t do this.” His hands are on your shoulders, thumbs tickling the sensitive spot on your ears and you shake your head, “don’t call me that Javier, please just go.” Weakly and tiredly you sigh. “I’m not going. I’ll stay on the couch.” You grumble and set off to find a pillow and warm blanket, making the bed on the couch for him, trying to make it as comfortable as possible. He mutters a “thanks,” as he lies down, still fully dressed. You’re about to turn the light off and go to bed when you turn around, finger still in the light switch. “Why do you care what he does to me Javier?” Javier, in his half asleep conscious mumbles, “ cause I love you.” Your heart is erratic as you lie in bed, you know you would have to confront him in the morning if he really meant it or if he was just overtired.
“Morning.” You greet as he walks through the kitchen rubbing sleep from his eyes, brushing his hair from his forehead. “Morning. How are you?” The question almost has you shocked, but you continue as if everything were normal, “yeah, fine. Eat.” You point to the food on the table and he takes a seat, you pour some coffee and offer some which he accepts, and you learn he drinks black.
You were just going to rip the Band-Aid off. “You said you love me last night.” He coughs loudly, the food getting caught in his throat at the words that leave your mouth. He swallows. “Excuse me?” You slam your napkin down onto the plate, “you heard me.” Your eyes met his own and he leaned back into his chair, throwing his head back as he knew he fucked up, there was no coming back from that delusion-sleep deprived admission. “Yeah, guess I did.” You frown, wanting to hear more. “So?” You question, pushing him for more. “So I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear?” He huffs and you laugh dryly, catching his attention. “No, I don’t want to fucking hear it. You rejected me and broke my heart for you to come back and say you love me? What’s wrong with you?” His face contorts to one of confusion, crows feet showing boldly. “I’ve loved you since I met you.” He admits, eyes watching yours in hopes to read your reaction. “You can’t be fucking serious. Why didn’t you ever say anything?” You snap, furious that he broke your heart for nothing. He stands from his chair, “I work for the fucking DEA, we’re going after Escobar. The last thing I need is you getting caught up in the middle of this fucking shit and ending up dead.” He runs his hands frantically though his hair and you stand from your chair, walking over to him, “I want you Javier. I’ll take the risk that comes with your job, please don’t leave me again.” You beg, his heart racing at the thought of how much he’s hurt you. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.” You lean up and caress his face, “I promise I’ll be safe. I’m here and I love you.” You kiss him softly, his lips sweeter and more addictive than you remember. “Okay.” He states once you pull away. “I love you.” His chest feels lighter after he says those words to you, for the first time ever he gives himself freely, he gives into love, to you.
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Bllk hc: them walking on you changing
Warnings: maybe slightly spicy ?
Isagi yoichi
He'll most likely turn red. He is a blushing mess especially when you dont even notice, what more of a perfect view could he get.
After realizing he would smash the door, it would make you flinch and you call out his name in a questioning manner
Even tho he is respectful he will take a slight moment to admire, its like a dream....
But he would kinda run down the hall while you peak out the room confused af.
It will not leave his mind for the rest of the day. You would question him about it and he be like" eh oh! Huh nothing hehe~"
Definitely a bad liar
Rin itoshi
When he opened the door, he scanned you head to toe. You looked back at him, sweat dropping from your forehead.
His cheeks really slowly took a pinkish tone.
" lock the door next time you lukewarm."
Will slide down the wall next to the door hiding his face, you didn't know how much he wanted to see that.
Being the prideful lukewarm he is, he will never admit even if you tease him into it.
Michael kaiser.
* dramatically lift eyebrows*
Would you look at that, what a pretty view.
Did you do this on purpose~
But for real, he will not hesitate to look you up and down, will tease you for sure.
There a slight blush on his cheeks, leaning on the doorframe, come on finish what you were doing.
But ngl in his head its:
AHHHHH! They're so pretty. Omg omg kill me, i have ascended and those 🍗
HMMMM
He is a sucker and a simp for you. Busy for others, free for you.
Hyoma chigiri
Ik what y'all think but this man is: fLIrtY
He adores teasing you so be ready.
At first he doesn't seem very bothered but, that view is something.
But by pure respect he close the door and walks out.
He is teasy but still respectful.
You are not getting a break from all that teasing later.
But i feel like sometimes chigir would be like: fuck it and he digs in. Unless you use that safe word
Bachira meguru
#notbothered
Nah fr he is absolutely not bothered.
He might blush tho, but he would not look away. Definitely looking at every single of your moves, when it ends he get all pouty.
"...nice view"
If he's just the slightest horny or get horny from this well girl/boy say goodbye to your hips and legs.
Hey you guys. Im aware these are not the best of headcanons and i had to get them out someday. So im dorry if it sounds rushed
To compensate should i do another Oneshot?
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Chapter 2: Who Broke It?
Hunting Dogs & Cat Adventures
Silence.
While it may be reassuring to some, in this household it merely served as a countdown for when chaos would inevitably break loose. Silence could not be achieved for long, not unless they were all asleep.
Silence was a warning.
CRASH–!
"Jouno!" A deep bark sounded from the living room.
"It wasn’t me!" Hissed Jouno in reply, walking out of the kitchen to confront the German Shepherd that had accused him, sitting in the doorframe with a look of contempt, tail laid elegantly atop his front paws.
"Then who was it?" Tecchou asked, confusion evident despite lack of expression or intonation.
"I don’t know, Teruko?"
"Don’t you peasants look at me! I was getting my beauty sleep." A few yips from the lounge denied that accusation.
"Well, it cannot be Tachihara either, since he’s with me, asleep." Tecchou’s tail flicked in the direction of the Beagle that leaned on him, somehow not stirred awake by the sudden sound.
"Well it wasn’t me, I was on top of the fridge, that’s not even close to whatever fell." The cat provided an alibi for what would soon turn into an investigation.
"I think it was a potted plant– also didn’t Fukuchi tell you to stop climbing the fridge, Jouno?"
"I’ll listen to that human when mutts learn to fly. it’s comfortable up there, and pleasantly warm."
"...aren’t fridges cold?"
"The machinery runs hot, you brainless furball."
"Right. So then who did knock it over?" Tecchou changed the subject, not finding it necessary to argue while there were more important matters at hand. Disagreeing with Jouno would only guarantee a lengthy argument.
"I still think it’s Teruko" Jouno extended and retracted his claws, scratching the surface of the tile floor, but not doing damage.
“Pointing paws just makes you more suspicious, eyeless! When I tell you I was asleep, I mean it! Now my beautiful fur is all dirty…” Teruko whined, finally entering the room… covered head to toe in soil.
“See? Clearly, she’s the culprit!” The cat bit, huffing in indignation.
“But she said she didn’t do it–”
“She’s a bold-faced liar, then! How else would she have gotten dirty if not for the brutal murder of the houseplant?”
“Because the thing fell right on top of me as I was sleeping on the sofa!” Teruko barked, shaking off some dirt from her fur.
“...the sofa got dirty?” Tecchou perked up.
“...the old man won’t like that…” Jouno added.
A collective shudder ran through all the animals, causing Tachihara to get stirred awake as he leaned against Tecchou. Blinking his sleepy eyes, it does not take him long to notice the gathering.
“What’s going on?”
“We’re saying our prayers.” Teruko said, at the same time Tecchou explained “A plant fell into the sofa.”
Another shudder ran through them, this time with Tachihara included. That sofa was off limits, and they all knew it– and now it was befouled by one of them… and none of them wanted to admit to it.
“...am I going to be put back on the street?” Tachihara was the first to speak up, a fearful whine audible in his voice as his tail hung low.
“...I’ll be damned if I get put back in that godawful shelter, I’m too cute for that. Teruko, just admit you did it! We all know it–” Jouno hissed to the pomeranian to his left.
“I did no such thing, fleabag! I am telling you it fell on me!”
“No one is being sent away over this. Clearly, he cares for us.” Tecchou interjects, raising to his feet, his height meaning he towered above all of them. “At worst, we’ll be stuck with dry food for a couple weeks and get locked in a room when he’s away.”
Several seconds, no one spoke, and simple silence fell.
“...you know what, on second thought, the shelter wasn’t all bad.” Jouno spoke flatly, getting up to walk away.
“You’re going to just flee like that?!” Indignant yipping from Teruko, followed by a growl. “You coward!”
“Actually, I was going to flee like this . Goodbye, and the best of luck with your odds of survival.”
𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
From the tips of his paws upward, Jouno’s silhouette grew blurry, and before you could blink twice, there was no longer a white cat among the group, instead all that was there was the faint afterglow of something vaguely cat-shaped.
“Take me with you!” Tachihara whined, to no avail. His pleas did not get heard, or at least not acknowledged.
“Traitor! Don’t side with the feline bastard! He is no longer one of us–”
“He’ll be back.” Tecchou said, not quite following the universal panic that had broken out among the pets.
“I’ll make him into a fur coat when he does! Creating this mess, covering me in dirt and trying to make me take the fall for it! I’ll turn him into a kitten and–”
“We have no proof to suggest that he’s the culprit.”
“He’s a cat , Tecchou! When plants get knocked over, those are the first you should question! Only the guilty flee like cowards, and he is nowhere to be found.”
“Actually… I don’t think it was him, either…” Tachihara spoke up from behind Tecchou’s front paw, shielded almost completely from view before ducking so his face was no longer stuffed into the fur of the German Shepherd’s chest. “He quite liked the plant that got destroyed… he mentioned to me a couple times how it smells nice, I think it was his favourite. If he wanted to knock a plant–”
What he was going to say would remain forever unknown, as rummaging could be heard behind the door, the clicking sound of key knocking together and a lock being turned.
“Rats– he’s back! Every dog for themselves!” Teruko exclaimed, before running off as fast as her tiny legs could carry her forward, diving under the couch, though her red-ish tail still stuck from beneath it, clearly giving her position away. Tachihara simply found a spot between Tecchou’s front legs and Tecchou… Tecchou just sat there and waited, as he did not do anything wrong and thus saw no reason to flee. Even if he had been the culprit, he’d still take accountability.
“I’m home!” A loud voice called out, sound bouncing off the walls, effectively announcing the presence for anyone that had somehow missed the loud creaking of the front door. Each step was a heavy thud as Fukuchi stepped into the living room. “Hello Tecchou.” Petting his head, Fukuchi bent his knees to speak to him. “Where’s the others, huh, buddy?” A chuckle that indicated that Tachihara had been spotted but intentionally ignored was what betrayed the rather shallow act.
“And Teruko, little lass, did something get stuck under the couch while I was away?” With one hand, the couch got lifted up, tilting it onto its back legs. There lay Teruko, a discarded tennis ball not too far from her as she gave her most innocent face. “Was it so dirty under the couch? Sorry girl, I gotta learn how to clean better.” Laughter again, thankfully no suspicion was voiced. “Now where’s Jouno? Is he on top of the fridge again?”
The pets exchanged a nervous look that Fukuchi could not intercept, as he didn’t speak their language. None of them knew where Jouno was, and that might become a problem really soon.
“Hm, no, not up there. Well, he’ll find his way back, wherever he is.” Two fingers twirled at the moustache, showing indifference at Jouno’s whereabouts.
A collective sigh of relief came from both Tachihara and Teruko, as Tecchou still sat completely still and aloof. However, that relief would be short-lived, as Fukuchi next went to the lounge.
“Oh, we are so dead–” Tachihara trembled, all 3 of the animals following all the way to the doorframe to observe the reaction to the mess.
And there it lay, right on the floor, a shattered blue terracotta pot with soil everywhere, making a pattern on the floor and smudges on the sofa. It did not look pretty. Above it, an open window with the wind only spreading that dirt further into the corners of the room, as if to add insult to injury.
Fukuchi did not speak for a bit after he took in the sight, before he shrugged and closed the window, locking it.
“That’s what I get for not shutting windows properly when it storms, I suppose. Message received. What a mess…” A disgruntled grumble could be heard, yet that annoyance was not directed at any of the dogs present or cats absent.
“The wind knocked it over? How lame.” Spoke a voice from behind them, and Tachihara nearly jumped out of his fur. There sat Jouno, his approach completely unnoticed by all three dogs despite the bell that hung from his neck.
“You, feline traitor, have some nerve showing your face here!” Teruko immediately shot into the offensive, but Tecchou put a stop to her certain assault by picking her up by the neck fur. “HEY! UNHAND ME! I am no pup anymore! How dare you, you heathen?!” Legs dangling in the air, trying to make contact with anything yet not colliding with anything but void, he simply let her rage as Jouno sat there calmly.
“Oh, Jouno, there you are! I knew you couldn’t be far, but the open window had me guessing, you sneaky cat.” Fukuchi kneeled before him to pat him, and that hand met Jouno as he held the most unimpressed expression on his facial features.
“If I wanted to flee, a closed window wouldn’t stop me, old man.” He sneered, but all Fukuchi heard was a half-annoyed meow, and so the man laughed.
“Right, never been affectionate. Well then, if you’re all here, time for dinner.”
Dinner! As if a magic word, all 4 pets showed sudden interest, to varying degrees. Teruko went limp in Tecchou’s hold, who gently lowered her back to the floor, and so the group followed right behind their human toward the kitchen.
Four plates were served, and only the content sound of eating animals were audible, the shattered pot already forgotten and discarded in a bin.
Silence filled the house once more.
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First of all, congratufreakinglations on the followers babyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!! Second of all, I want nothing more than to ask for some Agent Pike smut but you know what, I did say I will hop on the Frankie Morales train so here it is. May I pretty please have 15 (wow, you’re photogenic), or 22 (stop looking at me like that!) with Frankie baby where he sort of just blurts out his inner monologue without meaning to and it's all fluffy love confessions after, orrrrrrr 17 (quick, kiss me!) where he doesn't know how else to get away from the bad guys (I know, cliche much) so he says the first thing that comes to mind and it's either fluffy or smutty. Whatever your sweet little heart is feeling right now :D I will swallow it whole!!
Hi Maggie and thank you! I hope you like all this fluffiness and that it makes you hop on the Frankie train 🚂
Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Warning: body image insecurities, age gap, fluff
22. “Stop looking at me like that!”
You smooth your dress over your hips as you look into the mirror, sighing because you really like the fabric but don’t exactly love the way it fits your figure.
When you turn around to grab your earrings from the nightstand, you notice Frankie standing by the doorway; he’s leaning against the doorframe, his left shoulder pressed against the wood as his lips curve in a smile while he studies your outfit from head to toe. His eyes linger on your body, taking in just how gorgeous you look tonight.
“You look beautiful.” he murmurs as he slowly walks over to you.
“Thank you, my love.” you smile at him as you blindly put on your earrings. “You look really handsome, too.”
Frankie sighs heavily. “Eh... don’t know about that. I think I’m gonna go change, I don’t like this.” he mumbles under his breath.
“Francisco,” you say, gazing into his eyes for a moment before raking over his whole body, “you look good dressed like this. Really good, babe.”
“I—I don’t, I really don’t.” he shakes his head, eyes downcast.
You look him up and down again. God, he’s so broad and sexy, the white shirt he’s wearing brings out his golden skin and lights up his features, and the navy dress pants he has on fit him perfectly. “I beg to disagree.”
“Stop looking at me like that!” he hisses, and his voice comes out a bit harsher than he thought.
Frankie moves to stand in front of the mirror, letting out a long, shaky exhale as he inspects his image with an all too critical eye. You let him be for a moment, then take a few steps towards him until your body presses against his back.
“What’s wrong, Frankie?” you ask him as you bring your arms around his middle and press your left cheek to one of his shoulder blades.
“This.” he gestures at his tummy. “this thing right here. I hate it! I’ve gained more than ten pounds, it looks gross!”
“Frankie—”
“And all this,” he gestures to his head, “I am 45 years old and can’t even grow a decent beard. And... all these greys on my jaw, and in my hair and — these lines around my eyes and —”
“Frankie, hey,” you kiss his clothed shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Shhh...”
He stops and meets your gaze through the mirror; he takes a long breath, closing his eyes for a moment, and when he reopens them, you raise on your tiptoes and kiss just below his ear.
“Frankie,” you murmur, “you are perfect to me. I love every single thing about you. You are the most handsome and beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
“You’re just saying all this to make me happy.”
Frowning, you break the embrace and walk around to stand right in front of him, taking his hands in yours.
“I am saying this because it’s the truth.” you whisper as you search his eyes. “I love you, Francisco. And I don’t care if you’ve gained ten pounds, or if you have grey hairs, or wrinkles or... whatever. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you are my best friend, you teach me new things every day, you support me, you... you are it to me, Frankie. You are the love of my life.”
When his gaze finally meets your own, you notice that his eyes are shining with unspilled tears, which he tries to blink away.
“I have never loved anyone the way I love you.” you tell him as you caress his face, grazing the apples of his cheeks with your thumbs.
“I am so sorry,” he sobs as he leans into your touch, “I just — I know there will be a lot of guys at the party, fit and... younger than me. And I — I thought that —”
You cut him off with a kiss, making him grunt with surprise.
“I only have eyes for you, Frankie.” you murmur when your mouths part. “You are my everything.”
He practically melts at your words, and hugs you tight, resting his face in the crook of your neck as you stroke his back soothingly.
“We can stay home if you want.” you propose, sensing he will probably feel out of place at the party. “Just you and me, your favorite movie and some ice-cream.”
He lifts his face and looks into your eyes. “But — I don’t want you to miss the party.”
You kiss him again as you card your fingers through his hair. “You mean much more than that party to me, Frankie.”
He sighs and rests his forehead against yours. “I wanna tell you so many things but... I can’t find the words right now.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“I love you.” he murmurs against your forehead before kissing it. “Thank you.”
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karl x short!male!reader x quackity where they are all dating and karl and quackity get jealous and protective? i saw the one you did with wilbur and it was so cute!
This was so cute! I loved this
Looking Out for You
Warning(s): Jealousy
Pairing(s): Quackity x Karl x short!male!Reader
Word Count: 910
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You greeted your two boyfriends with a kiss on the cheek when they walked through the door. They flung themselves into a hug with you, both kissing the top of your head.
“How was y’all’s trips?” You ask, pulling away, but still holding their hands.
Karl and Quackity have both been gone for the past two weeks for different reasons. Quackity wanted to go see his family in Mexico and Karl went to VidCon in California.
“My mom still wants to meet you, mi amor~” Q teases, swinging your arm back and forth.
“Yeah! VidCon would have been so much more fun with you there!” Karl pouted.
“You both know I couldn’t take time off work,” you whined back, looking up at them.
“We know.” Quackity dropped each of your hands, pulling his hoodie off. “I’m going to take a shower. I feel gross.”
Before he leaves, you stand on your toes and give him a kiss. He smiles and kisses back, hands finding your waist. He pulled back, walking off towards the bathroom.
You looked back towards Karl, reaching out for his hand again. He doesn’t take yours, instead leaning down and tapping your thighs, telling you to jump. You leap into his arms, connecting your lips together. You kept your hands on the back of his neck while he kept his under your thighs.
“Oh, uh- Was I not supposed to come in yet?” You look towards the door to see Sapnap standing in the doorframe, face red with embarrassment.
You squirmed in Karl’s arms to be let down to greet Sapnap, which he allowed instantly.
You hugged him as soon as you could, grinning widely. This was the first time you ever met up with him in person, because every time he met up with Karl you were either too busy or weren’t even dating him yet. He hugged back, holding you tight.
“Dating Karl and Quackity duo finally met up! Dude, if we told the internet, they would freak out!” You laughed, smiling widely. He pulled away and smiled. You walk towards the living room and sit down, Karl and Sapnap sitting on each side of you.
As you talked, Karl needed to change into more lounge clothes, leaving you and Sapnap on the couch.
As you and Sapnap talked, he grabbed his backpack and pulled out a binder with around one hundred Pokémon cards in it. You gasp and hold out your hands to see it. He grins and hands it over, watching as you flip through with interest.
“Dude, you didn’t tell me you had a Leafion GX?” You hit his shoulder, moving closer to him so he can see what you’re looking at easier.
“Sorry! I didn’t know you would care!” He continued to grin, adjusting his hair underneath his hat. Without warning, you grabbed the hat off his head and held it away from him, making sure he couldn’t grab it. “You bitch-“
“What are you gonna do?” You throw it across the room, making him go after it.
“I hate you,” he muttered, pushing you to the side so he could go grab his hat.
Karl and Quackity watched this whole interaction from the door frame with slightly parted lips, jealousy running through the both of them. Karl reached for his hand, squeezing it hard.
“So…” Quackity whispers in his ear, questioning in his voice.
“Why do I hate watching this? He’s having fun, so is Sapnap?” Why does this hurt?” He didn’t break eye contact with the two, hurt clear in his eyes.
“They wouldn’t… right?” Quackity trailed off mid-sentence, pushing his beanie over his eyes for a sense of comfort.
“No, I don’t think so. They’re loyal, I’m sure of it.” Karl pulled him towards the two of you, pulling up down where you were sitting on Karl’s lap. “Hi, baby”
“Hi, babe. What’s up?” You look at him and kiss his nose, looking back towards the Pokémon cards. Karl didn’t like that very much, acting like he was just moving your hood on your hoodie so he could hide his face in your neck, but then started sucking a mark into your neck.
You tried to hide your reaction, cheeks turning pink.
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“Karl? Quackity? Can I talk to you for a second?” You say after dinner, grabbing both of their hands and pulling them towards your shared bedrooms. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”
Through the last few hours, they had not let you go or get anywhere near Sapnap, and to be honest, it was pissing you off.
“You want us gone so you can fucking make out with him, huh?” Quackity snapped back. You were taken aback, shocked that they would even think of that.
“You both think I’m a whore and can’t keep loyal to my boyfriends?” You shout back, feeling slightly bad when Quackity pushed his beanie farther onto his head.
“That’s not the reason! We were just worried! We didn’t want to lose our boyfriend!” Karl yelled back, anger rising.
“Loves, I wouldn’t break up with you over him, okay? He’s just a friend, you know this.” You kiss both of them slowly, running your hand through the little bit of hair that Quackity had sticking out of his beanie.
“Promise?” Quackity muttered, looking down at his hands.
“I promise. Want to go back out now?” You grab their upper arms and bring them back to the couch, sitting in between them.
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DAMN THE RULES - A.S
Warnings: mentions of death, Anakin kind of freaking out
Summary: Anakin Skywalker was your best friend since you met at the temple, so now in his darkest hour so far, how could you fare with the knowledge he'd killed the Tusken Raiders in his home town?
Wordcount: 1.4k
You cringed as you walked out of the small hut, the sand between your toes uncomfortable and awkward, and you scolded yourself for not having worn shoes out on your midnight stroll.
Tatooine was a lovely planet to be on but you didn't quite like all the sand and the heat that came with it, especially as you were from a much colder planet.
The one good thing about Tatooine was its sunset, the two sun's illuminating the sky in a mix of purples and pinks as they sat beneath the sand dunes that rolled over the expanse of the planet.
It was lovely that Anakin's step-brother and his wife had allowed you, him and Padme to stay in their house that your friend had grown up in but you felt out of place, like this was part of Anakin's past that you weren't meant to see.
After a quick stroll around the hut, you decided it wasn't safe outside, especially with Anakin out somewhere hunting for his mother so you went back inside.
You walked into his old engineering room where you had set up a bed and sat down, wondering what this room would have looked like with the small Anakin you had met a decade ago. He was so excited back then, glad to be anywhere then where he was at the time and you wished you could bring back the joy in his eyes.
Sure, your friend was happy but it was never the same. There seemed to be something weighing on his mind whenever you were around and its negativity filled the force between the two of you, even Obi-Wan had noticed at that point.
Despite the fact that it was against every Jedi code that you knew of, you were in love with the boy and his warm earnest smile, even his darker parts that he wished not to share with anyone. So you hid part of yourself away as well, the part that loved him so.
But as you pondered the heavy burden that Anakin seemed to be carrying on his shoulders, you let your guard down, not hearing the footsteps approaching.
When you finally did it was too late, the sound of the door opening brought you back to reality and you held your lightsaber up, the blue hue filling the room and illuminating a figure in the doorframe.
You let out a sigh of relief when you recognised the familiar sense in the force and the silhouette of the man in front of you. Anakin Skywalker. The steady drum of a lightsaber echoed in the room, filling the silence.
Seconds after you realised it was him, you turned the lightsaber off, the blue glow retracting with a sharp hum; Anakin followed suit. You reached over for the light, the yellow tinge to the light finally allowing you to truly see your friend.
His eyes were blotchy and red and you could tell that the blood on his hands was not his own. You should have shook your head, turned him away and accused him of whatever crime you knew he had committed, but you couldn't.
"I didn't know where else to go," he stated. His voice was quiet and low, like the words he were speaking were taboo and nobody else could hear but you and him. But he also sounded guilty, of what, you didn't quite know.
After a beat of silence, you sighed, "Come here," you said, sitting down on the makeshift bed and patting the seat next to you.
Slowly and almost hesitantly, he walked over, sitting down on the squeaky mattress and looking down at the floor. The silence was awkward and you could both sense it in the force.
"What happened?" You asked, the first to break the silence.
He took a deep breath, pursing his lips together and not saying much. Anakin wanted to tell you, he wanted to relieve himself of the sins he had committed and pray for forgiveness at the altar of the woman in front of him, but he could not bear to bring that burden upon you.
"Ani," you whispered, placing a hand on his cheek and turning his face towards you so he was forced to look into your eyes.
"I went to find them, the ones who had my mother," he stated, "She was nearly dead when I got there. I-I didn't know what to do,"
"Your mother, is she okay?"
There was silence and you knew your answer. Without even having to say anything, you pulled him in for a hug and he embraced it, inhaling the sweet and unique smell that was you.
When he pulled away, he stood up, beginning to pace back and forth along the room he spent his childhood in as a slave.
"I killed them, I killed them all. They're all dead. Every single one of them," He explained, raising his voice slightly.
You gasped, you had sensed a slight disturbance in the force, like the balancing of the world had shifted slightly to the wrong side but you had never expected that source of great evil to come from him, the boy you loved.
He had tears in his eyes as he explained it, but you also noticed something else and she wasn't quite sure if it was guilt, or a masochistic joy for seeing the destruction of those who wronged him.
"Not just the men, but the women and the children too. They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals. I hate them!" He yelled out, his voice breaking at the end as he let out a sob.
He slid down onto the floor, tucking his legs up into his chest and letting out a quiet sob. In an instant you rushed over, sitting down next to him and laying a head on his shoulder.
You didn't quite know how to comfort him but you knew one thing, you weren't scared of the young confused boy in front of you. It just made you admire him even more.
"Look at me Anakin-" you placed her hand back on his cheek, looking into those mesmerising eyes that you always got distracted by during training, "-this doesn't make you a bad person,"
"I killed them all," he whispered, repeating it over and over over as he pulled you in for another hug, sobbing quietly into your shoulder.
Once he regained his composure, he thought it all over. The night was still young and he'd slaughtered a village for the death of his mother. Where did that leave him now?
"Thank you, for being here for me," he whispered, placing his hand over yours as he looked you in the eyes with a darkness you'd never seen before.
"Any time," you said with a smile, "Is there anything I can do, to take your mind off of it,"
It was almost like the force was pulling you and him together as he nodded, colliding his lips with yours. You pulled away slightly, mouth open in shock at the movement.
Sure, you'd always wanted him to kiss you but this was something different entirely. He opened his mouth to spew apologies when you grasped him by the shirt, leaning in, "Do it again,"
He smirked that iconic smirk that you had fallen for as he placed a hand on the back of your head, pulling you in for a heated kiss of teeth and tongue before he pulled you into his lap.
It was safe to say that you woke up the next morning with no regrets whatsoever in Anakin's arms, safe in the knowledge that now he would never let you go, damn the rules.
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Syverson's reaction to you not asking for his help
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⦁ You were raised to be as independent as possible, because as you were told, you might not always be surrounded by reliable people, therefore you were to help yourself. Also because you grew up with busy parents , you had learn to rely on yourself when it came to means of transportation, getting groceries, cooking and so on.
⦁ When you got together with our burly captain, you continued with the same mindset.
⦁ So of course our captain nearly had a damn heart attack when he saw you carrying anything that was remotely too heavy for you, huffing and grunting silently under your breath as you struggled.
⦁ "Jesus, woman, are you trying to break your back?" he grunts as he takes the heavy box from your grasp, realizing just how heavy it was. " Next time, tell me and I will carry it." with that he takes the box where you need, leaving you stunned.
⦁ One rainy afternoon you got home from an appointment, drenched from head to toe, umbrella broken beyond repair from the strong wind blowing outside, hanging uselessly from your hands.
⦁ "Hey, berry-woah, what the hell happened?" Lucas' eyes widen at the state of his lover, drenched and shivering, instantly making his mission to get her a towel and warm her up, instructing her to strip while he is gone.
⦁ "Sy, I am good, come on-", "no can do, lady bug, if you stay like that you'll catch a cold." "no, I won't- Sy! I can undress myself!" Dripping clothes fall to the floor with a loud wet plop. "Hush, now". Somehow he managed to get you naked and wrapped into a fluffy big towel in under two minutes, ushering you to the bathroom while he took care of your clothes." What happened?"
⦁ " Remember I had that appointment at the dermatologist?" "Yeah", "Well the place is really hard to get to, it is about 10 minutes walking distance from the bus station or subway station to get to it. So, I walked, I am used to walking everywhere, I don't mind but unfortunately on the way back home, the rain started and the wind started picking up real bad and it, of course, broke my umbrella." You reply, shuddering as the hot water came into contact with your cold skin, shoulders hunching to get as much of yourself under the spray of water as you could. "I tried calling an Uber but they were all taken, because of the storm I suppose"
⦁ "Why didn't you call me?" he murmurs, furrowing his eyebrows as he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he takes his lover's glistening form. " I didn't think of it ". you muse, washing the cleanser away from your face before turning to look at your boyfriend. "It's fine though, no harm done, one warm shower and I will be as good as new." You throw him a smile over your shoulder before turning off the water, wrapping yourself in a towel. " Yeah, good as new." Syverson frowns with a tap to the wooden frame before he makes his way to the bedroom to get your pajamas.
⦁ The sudden change of tone left you feeling, somewhat reprimanded? It left you with a feeling that made you lower your head like a child after being scolded. Confused, you start walking towards the bedroom only to bump into the captain who came back with your clothes. "Here, let me." his voice is low and throaty as his hands go to your towel to take it off, leaving you bare to him. Timid of this sudden display of affection, you allow him to dress you, squeaking in surprise when you are picked up and taken to the bedroom.
⦁ That night as you fall asleep cuddled to him, the captain makes a promise to himself and you. " I will take care of you baby, just you wait."
⦁ And he did keep his promise, even if you didn't know he made it.
⦁ He became even more observant than before, checking in with you all the time.
⦁ "Did you bring your lunch today? If not I can bring you some. " ; " Did you need me to pick you up?" ; " You said you wanted to go grocery shopping, I will come pick you up after work, so you don't have to carry them back home all alone" ; " You forgot to take your umbrella when you left, tell me when to come pick you up from your girls' night. Don't want you walking in the rain again. ".
⦁ You learnt that it was alright to ask for Syverson's help and that he would gladly do it for you, without doubt. He still let you do things on your own, he knew you could do them and he encouraged you to, but he didn't want you to feel like you couldn't rely on him.
⦁ Syverson thought he finally got somewhere with you, but he was wrong. You would ask for his help here and there but at one point, you started it all over again.
⦁ He nearly growled you when you arrived home with hands filled with grocery bags but what made his blood rise was the multiple big bottles of water that you had in your backbag, knowing just how much you have been complaining about bad backaches. He wanted to scold the hell out of you but he stopped himself by sucking a deep breath and helping you put everything away. Once everything was done, he wordlessly hoisted you onto the counter, ripping a yelp from you.
⦁ "Sy! " you whine, resting your hands on his chest to balance yourself, only to shut up at the look in his eyes." Y/n, I am really trying to understand what is going on here but...I am getting really frustrated. Why won't you rely on me, baby? Do I make you feel like you can't? Tell me and I swear I will try to fix it but I can't help but feel freaking useless whenever I see you struggling and in result getting exhausted by trying doing everything by yourself, why won't you allow me to help you, baby?"
⦁ You were stunned into silence by his admission, not realizing that this was affecting him in any way. "I-.."you hesitated, pulling at the tender skin of your inner lip before continuing. "It is not your fault as much as it is mine. "you admit, staring at your hands as they rest on his broad chest. " Since I was young, I had to deal with any problem myself, because I was supposed to be a "big girl". So I dealt with it, never asked for anyone's help because there was no one I could ask or nobody offered..so I suppose I feel like a bother sometimes, to ask you to do this or that for me. And instead I do it myself. No matter how hard it is. " you sigh quietly, hesitant to meet his eyes.
⦁ Syverson stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes before his eyes soften and instead of speaking he chooses to pull you into his broad, warm chest, keeping you close to him as he buries his face into your hair. " I had no idea, love. But you need to tell me these things, I don't mind doing things for you and I don't feel obligated, I like doing them because I love you." he pulls back to press a kiss to your forehead, his beard tickling the tender skin there.
⦁ Overcome with emotions you nod your head silently, nibbling at your lower lip before you burrow yourself further into his chest." I love you." You answer simply, holding him as close as possible.
⦁ From then on, you tried to be as open as possible, telling him what you were planning to do and when or if you needed his help and he couldn't be more happy. Sure, you still had moments where you would stubbornly do things on your own but he let those go, content that most times you feel comfortable enough to rely on him and trusted him to admit when you needed his help.
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HIS PROPERTY
YANDERE TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI X VIRGIN F!READER
CW/TW: Kidnapping, dub/non-con, dacryphilia, praise and degrading, mentions of cremating, yandere behavior, degrading, praise, dirty talk, threaten use of anal, stolen virginity, ownership, possessive behavior.
WC: 3.8K
DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! 18+
Dabi: His Property
You sighed as your sister wept into your shoulder about how horrible he was. You knew that everyone knew that. Dabi was a villain for God’s sake. Did she really believe that he was going to change?
“I’m never going back to him, he can fucking die for all I care,” She blabbered. You held the urge to roll your eyes knowing all too well she does care. He doesn’t even care for her, but you and her friends had already told her multiple times; y’all could only give her so much advice.
It had already been two weeks and she was still crying all day. It was a toxic relationship, one you would never want to be in. But older sisters were always the example of what to do and of what NOT to do. Another hiccup escaped her lips as she lifted herself off your shoulder and looked over to you with pleading eyes. You wanted to look away because you knew she was about to ask for a huge favor, and one you more than likely would not want to do.
“Hey… could you ever be so kind and pick up the rest of my things from Dabi’s place?” Your jaw slightly dropped; sure, she asked you for ridiculous favors, but this, this took the cake. She knows how much you dislike Dabi, and you would never admit it, but he intimidated you; he intimidated everyone. Your sister was just stupid enough to get caught up in with someone like him.
“I don’t know, Gigi… It was your relationship, not mine, I don’t want to get involved if I’m being honest,” You admitted. She grabbed you by the shoulders and looked straight into your eyes with her bottom lip slightly pouted out.
“Pleaseeeee, sis. I’m begging you, I don’t want to see him,” Gigi begged. You looked over to her friends who were watching this unfold. Your eyes asking them to intervene. To do something, anything. To your luck they rubbed the back of their neck and looked away.
You scoffed and looked back at her, “Fine. I’m only doing this because I don’t want this to slap back in my face,” You stated as you stood up. Your sister gave you a big hug and continuously whispered her thanks to you; shrugging it off you hesitantly made your way out and headed off to Dabi’s.
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You were in front of the door, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach kept making you hesitate to knock. Best case scenario he wasn’t home. Taking a deep breath, you gave the door two good hard knocks.
To your dismay you heard shuffling on the other side and the door starts opening as words pour out of Dabi’s mouth, “Already crawling back Gi- “He stopped midway when he looked and saw that it was you and not your sister.
Dabi was shocked on the inside, but he couldn’t show it. His dumb ex sent her poor, younger, innocent sister to come collect her things, which he had already thrown out, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Ah… If it isn’t Gigi’s little sister,” Dabi said with a smirk playing on his lips. The use of your whole name had your shoulders slightly shrinking. “What brings you here?” He asks as he leans on his doorframe a glint in his eyes that tells you that this is a bad idea, a bad idea.
“Just coming to collect Gigi’s belongings…” You meekly reply. You were so determined to have a strong look, to not look intimidated, but that obviously didn’t hold up.
Keep it together for God’s sake!
Mentally scolding yourself as he raised one of his hands to come inside, “Yeah, they’re in the room, Come on in.” The dangerous smirk and glint his eyes not once leaving his face. Your heart was thumping loudly, your stomach was churning with nausea as every single bad scenario played in your head.
He’s going to kill me.
Dabi closed the door behind him and locked it. The sound of the lock had you tensing up, “I don’t want to waste any of your time so I promise it will be quick,” You quickly stammered out.
A small chuckle left his lips as he gazed at your whole body from head to toe, you had a much nicer figure than your sister that’s for sure. The clothing was so plain, some jean shorts and a simple V-neck blouse that complimented your cleavage a little too well. You uncomfortably shifted under his lustful gaze as you tried to think of something else.
“So…” you cleared your throat before proceeding, “Which room is her stuff in?” His piercing blue eyes shifted to the door behind you, and he nudged his chin indicating that that was room. You gave a small nod and turned around and made your room to the door. Your eyes must have missed the lock that was placed on the outside of the door instead of the inside as you walked into the room.
Dabi smirked as he followed closely behind you; you were falling right into his trap, you are poor, naïve soul.
“Dabi, there is nothing in here, just a bed,” You stated as you turned around and hit his chest. You took a wobbly step back. Your heart racing faster than it was before.
“I know.” You nervously swallowed as you looked anywhere but at him. A small hum left his lips as you looked and tried to think of a way to calm yourself. “You nervous? Hmm… doll, tell me, are you?” The words had a tone of mockery laced in them as you finally looked at his eyes.
“Stop being weird Dabi,” You muttered as you started to walk past him. That only proceeded in his roughly grabbing your upper arm and pulling you back and releasing you onto the hardwood floor with a thud.
“What was that for?! Dabi, seriously, if you’re mad about the breakup maybe you should go talk to Gigi,” You rambled with panic in your tone. Dabi kneeled in front of you grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.
“I never wanted your sister. I wanted someone else… can you guess who it is?” He taunted with a sinister grin on his stapled face. Mischievous blue pupils wanting to you to answer.
Your eyes were wide and your lips slightly apart of just how insane this guy is. His thumb reached over and glided across your bottom lip, “I’ll give you another hint, I’m looking right at her…” Dabi whispered. If you weren’t scared, you most definitely were now. His thumb continued lightly slide across your bottom lip as tears started strolling down your cheek. Dabi let out a wicked chuckle as his other hand pushed your body down to the ground and was now straddling you.
“Dabi… Don’t…”
“Don’t what, doll? Hmm?” Dabi leaned down and licked the tears off your face, letting out a small hum of approval as your hands were still frozen at your side. You were letting him touch you, lick your tears off, and you haven’t managed to stop him. His face was suddenly in front yours and he pushed his lips against your slipping his tongue in quickly. Your eyes were still wide, and your hands found themselves pushing against his chest. He easily grabbed both of your wrists pulling them away pushing them above your head.
He managed to get both of your wrists in one of his hands as the other trailed beneath your shirt, gripping at your side with an uncomfortable grip. You writhed and squirmed beneath him as he gripped harder at your sides. Dabi pulled away his face away from yours a string of saliva connected to both of y’all’s lips. He pulled his hand up from underneath your shirt and pushed his thumb in your mouth.
“Suck.” It wasn’t even a suggestion. You swallowed before nervously wrapping your tongue slightly around his thumb and sucking. Dabi groaned as he praised, “Good girl.”
His eyes were intensely watching you and you could nothing but look back, his whole gaze had your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. You wanted this to end.
A knock interrupted. Your eyes looked down hoping to the door, but you were met with Dabi’s pants and you could see a noticeable bulge against the crotch area. You sighed in relief when another knock.
“Dabi!” Your eyes went wide, it was your sister. Dabi chuckled and looked down at you with his thumb still in your mouth.
“Make a sound and I’ll cremate her,” Dabi threatened. Not giving you a chance to respond he took his thumb out of your mouth with an audible pop. Dabi stood up and looked down at you, “Now stay quiet and sit on the bed for me like a good little whore.” He walked out of the room and you heard the door lock on the other side. You slowly sat yourself up and fixed your shirt.
You could hear faint talking on the other side, your sister’s voice sounded panic and scared. But you couldn’t quite make out what they were talking about. You just stay there on the floor not making a sound as you try your best to not make any noise. You hear the front door open and shut, but you don’t hear any sounds.
Did he walk her out?
You stood up and walked over to the door trying to jiggle it, but nothing. It was locked. You sighed in frustration as you contemplated on whether or not to try to kick the door. Before you could decide you heard the front door open ad heavy footsteps approaching to the room. Taking a couple of shaky steps as you heard the lock unlock and the door being pushed wide open and being met with a wicked grin.
“Good news, doll!” Dabi walked closer to you as his hands were behind his back like he was hiding an item. You kept taking steps back until your back hit the wall, Dabi didn’t hesitate to close the distance, “Your sister thinks you’re hiding because you didn’t do what she asked… and on top of that I told her the truth of where her items were, so… she has no reason to come back here,” He casually explained. Your eyes narrowed as you could slightly feel your anger boiling up inside you.
“You sick son of a BITCH!” You yelled as your hand came swinging aiming for his cheek, but he stopped you with one of his hands.
A malicious chuckle left his lips as he gripped your wrist tightly causing you to whimper, “I’m going to break that fire of yours, and you’re going to love it,” Dabi whispered. You squirmed as you wanted to get out of his grip tugging your wrist only for him to increase his grip; you let out a small cry as tears stung the corner of your eyes.
Dabi pulled you to him only for him to force you on the bed with his weight, he brought his other hand out revealing a black leather collar. Your eyes widen as you struggle more; Dabi let out a huff in frustration as you weren’t being still.
“I’m going to fucking shove my cock in your ass if you don’t stop moving,” Dabi threatened.
He wasn’t one for empty threats and you knew that. You go completely still as you can’t hear anything besides the loud thumping in your chest. He hums in approval as he sits up straddling your body, he undoes the collar and is surprisingly gently as he puts it around your neck. Once he finishes his eyes hold nothing but lust, he loops his pinky finger in the hole where a chain can connect pulls at it forcing your face to come up. He leans down into you enveloping your lips in a deep kiss that you can’t escape.
A whimper barely makes its way out of you as your hands feebly push against his chest. He yanks on the collar harder causing you to let out a grunt. Dabi releases the collar and the kiss pushing you down by your shoulders flat on the bed. He sits back up and tears your shirt and burns the middle of your bra.
“Dabi please do- “
“No… I will…” he cuts you off as his fingers fiddle with the button on your jean shorts, “And you’re gonna be a good lil’ whore for me and take it.” He gets up off you and quickly takes both your shorts and panties off, your face heats up as you quickly clamp your legs together in an effort to hide, Dabi quickly pushes his hands in between and caws your thighs apart as your whole mind is now processing what is going on.
I’m going to get raped! Dabi is going to take my virginity.
Tears freely roll down your cheeks as his face is now right in front of your pussy, shame and fear lighting up within you. He delves his tongue in between your folds, you let out a small mewl as you squirm. His arms going beneath your thigh as he wraps his hands around your thigh and grips down to hold you still. Dabi continues to lap greedily at your cunt as you can’t hold back the noises that escape your mouth.
Dabi is thoroughly enjoying your reactions, trying to get you prepared for him. Such a responsive thing, he loved it. Sucking on your bud he releases one of your thighs as he brings two of his fingers at your soaking entrance. He slowly pushes them. A loud gasp escapes your mouth as your fingers entangle themselves into his hair.
“Nngh…” You squeeze your eyes shut trying to block him out, but his thick digits are fucking you at a pace that won’t allow you to do so. He swirls his tongue around your clit as he picks up the pace; breathy moans falling shamelessly out of your mouth.
“Look at you… moaning like a lil’ slut,” Dabi comments as you clench around his fingers. You just whimper in return, your whole face heating up in the fact that you are enjoying this. Your body is. The feeling in your stomach starts to become bigger as Dabi now is hovering over you as his two fingers penetrate you and his thumb roughly rubs at your bud.
Your body is reacting on its own as it starts to grind in motion with Dabi’s fingers. He growls lowly as he pulls you up to him by the collar as he kisses you. His tongue raiding your mouth to where you can taste yourself on him. You don’t want to cum on his fingers, but you can’t help it. The sensation is too powerful as you moan loudly into his mouth orgasming on his fingers.
Dabi pulls his fingers out and shoves them into your mouth pushing them far back causing your vision to blur and you to gag. He removed his fingers as a trail of saliva followed and he started unbuckling his belt. Dabi was quick to remove his pants. You tried regaining a little composure as you slowly sat up only to be pushed back down.
“Turn over.” You froze. You really didn’t want to, but at the same time who knew what threats he had up his sleeve. You slowly rolled over to your back your heart racing as tears stung your eyes again. You felt as his hand snaked beneath around your stomach as he started to lift you up. Even though you were a virgin you understood everything about sex. You knew exactly what he was asking for. You obediently got on your knees and your hands.
You could hear him hiss lowly as he brought his body close to yours. “Dabi please… don’t…” you tried pleading one more time. “I’m a- “
“Doll. Don’t make me shove it in your ass,” Dabi warned. You swallowed all protests and squeezed your eyes shut. You tried to steady your breathing as you felt his head tease your entrance.
Please go slowly! Please go slowly!
As if reading your mind, he slowly pushes his head in, hissing as he could already feel you clenching around him. God, you were so fucking tight. He continues to push himself in as you let out a cry and tears fall down the side of your face. Dabi allows himself to bottom out in you enjoying how tight and wet you are. You unsteady breathing as hurts a little more than anticipated.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Dabi whispers as he leans down into your ear. “Be a good whore and ask me to fuck you,” He commands. Your eyes go wide. You can feel his whole cock inside of you as you pause to think whether or not to do so.
“Fuck me, please… Dabi,” You meekly force out. He lets out a groan as he gently rocks against you.
“Say it again.”
You swallowed, “Please fuck me, Dabi.” You were so embarrassed to be asking for such an action. Dabi rocked against you harder, every single time his head hitting harder against your cervix. You let out mewls as he picked up his pace; at this point you adjusted to his size and it was pleasurable.
Dabi pulled out and flipped you over as he thrusted back into you harshly. You let out a yelp as he just bucked your hips into you. Filthy words and phrases spilling out of his mouth.
“You’re mine.”
“You’re clenching so hard for my cock.”
“You’re such a slut for me.”
They came barreling out as he just continued to violently shove his cock deep into you. Over and over again. Another orgasm left your body as your toes curled and your back arched up.
“That’s it, cum on my cock you lil’ whore.” As if to increase stimulation he tweaked and pinched at your hardened nipples causing you to thrash and squirm as whimpers left your mouth. Your fingers fisted into the bedsheets and Dabi thrusted harder.
“Tell me who owns you, whore,” He demanded between pants. He was close. So, so close.
“You do, Dabi,” You sob out as he continues to pinch and knead your breasts.
“That’s fucking right!” His thrusts become sloppy, and he suddenly lets out a loud groan releasing into you. Riding out his high as you slowly get over your afterglow.
You both are panting hard, and he lays completely on you. His fingers run gently through your hair, you barely manage to make eye contact with him; he smirks as he notices your eyelids getting heavy and sleep enveloping you.
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Your eyes slowly open blinking a couple of times to adjust your surroundings. There is a dull soreness between your thighs, actually every part of you felt sore. You weakly sit up as you look down to see that your dressed in different clothing. Your fingers trail to your hipbone to feel a new set of panties were put on you, and you were in a big t-shirt; unfortunately, you had no bra on. You rub your eyes as you look down and see a chain around your ankle. You lean over to slightly pull at it; you sighed in defeat.
The door opened and you looked up to be met with the eyes of your captor.
“Good afternoon, doll…” He stated casually. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“Afternoon?”
“Ah yes, you were asleep for roughly about eighteen hours,” Dabi answers as he walks in with some items in both of his hands. Closing the door behind him with the back of his foot, “I suppose I should have taken into consideration that your sister did say you were sleep deprived and that you were indeed a virgin.”
You silently watch as he sits beside you and opens a water for you handing it to you, “I can’t have you dehydrated either… Also, I need you to take this,” Dabi rambles as he hands you both the water and a small pill. Your eyes look back up at him with a suspicious glint.
“I don’t think you want kids right now,” Dabi smirks as he looks down at the pill.
Oh… it’s a plan B.
You nod in confirmation as you obediently take the pill and swallow it down with some water. You drink some more of the water realizing your more parched than you thought. He lets out a chuckle. You were still trying to wake up, and it doesn’t go passed his mind he could easily fuck you right back to sleep.
“Why am I still here?” You question. “You took my virginity, isn’t that enough?” You inquire further.
He hums contemplating on how to answer, “Because you’re my property… It’s pretty simple actually… Date your dumb sister for about a month… well a month was the plan, but that didn’t work… and then I knew she would send you because she’s prideful and stubborn like that,” Dabi finishes.
“Wait. Wait. We skipped chapters, Dabi… you’re making it sound as if you had met me way before you met my sister. We were never introduced to one another till after y’all started dating.”
“Hm… Oh, right. I knew you before I knew your sister, but you didn’t know me…” Dabi explained as if it was completely normal.
“But that doesn- “
Dabi raises his hand to cut you off, “Enough questions, doll. Don’t inquire too much, I don’t like it… I need you to eat,” He says as he hands you some food in your hand. His thumb reaches over and gently grazes your cheek wanting to desperately fill your tight little cunt with his cock again, but he knows you need a small break.
“Gigi said you horrible at aftercare…” You whisper more to yourself, but he hears.
“Ah. I take care of my property, doll… but try not to piss me off, I will have to discipline you in ways you won’t enjoy,” Dabi warns. You take a bit of your warm food as you just nod.
“Now say it for me… that you’re my property…” Dabi demands. You swallow your food as you looked up at him. You didn’t want to, but it would be wise to not piss him off while you’re in no condition to fight.
“I’m… I’m your property,” You shakily finish. Dabi smirks and leans down placing a kiss on your forehead.
He knew you didn’t believe it, but he was going to get you to a point where you do believe it. That you’re his property.
#tw: yandere#yandere#k: dacryphilia#dark#dabi x reader#dabi smut#tw: dark content#mha x reader#mha smut#mha dabi#dabi x female reader#tw dacryphilia#tw: praise#Degrading kink#possessive#tw kidnap mention#tw. noncon#tw. dubcon#sort of cheating
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ASJLA HERES MY OTHER IDEA IT TOOK SO LONG TO REFINE CUZ I CHANGED THE IDEA HALF WAY THROUGH 🥴 i also have a wholesome one on my mind but it needs some work too 🤭 modern college au - roommate xiao x top student reader reader masturbating to the thought of xiao and calls out him name, doesnt know xiao came back to the dorm. he walks in on her and starts teasing her "i didnt think our top student would be such a slut". he asks her to touch herself in front of him while still teasing and degrading her "what did you imagine when you were calling out my name?". reader ends up begging for his dick 🥴
Ooooo spicy—ngl I love the college au so 👀 I may or may not have an idea for Albedo brewing as well
Anyway, enjoy just a bit over 1.2k words hehe
Tutoring Session
Summary: During a moment alone, you call out his name and he answers. Looks like there’s stuff that even you can learn still.
Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Roomate!Xiao x afab!reader, modern au, college au, top student!reader, solo masturbation, toys, caught, light degradation kink, Xiao has a tongue piercing
You’re ashamed with how quickly you rush to your room as soon as your roommate closes the front door, but with the way your heart races and an ache makes itself known between your thighs, you find you don’t reallycare.
Xiao would be gone only for an hour—an hour and a half, tops—to help a friend move some instruments and grab lunch, so your time already was limited.
With little care, you rush into your room and close the door. It gently taps against the doorframe, still barely a crack open but you figure that you would finish with enough time to spare.
You shed your t-shirt and shorts on your way to your bed, laying down with a sigh. It really has been a bit since you’ve last relaxed. Considering the fact that finals only just finished, you finally were able to take a break until the next semester. Next semester, you’d lighten your load for sure. As smart as you were, it was a bit much to overload courses…but now wasn’t the time to think of that.
You wiggle a bit into the mattress, shifting just enough to reach your dresser.
It’s further than you remember, but you scoot yourself over to the edge to reach.
Carefully tucked away behind a dictionary a felt bag sits. It’s quickly snatched up by you and the contents revealed. You lay back onto your bed and spread your legs.
Fingers smooth up over your thighs to help warm yourself up despite wetness already apparent. You could just go for it, but the fantasy playing out in your mind urges you to at least slow down.
It’s clear, the image of your roommate, sharp eyes and messy dyed hair. He slots himself between your legs, pants low on his hips and toned chest speckled with hickies. Just like you’ve seen before, the ornate tattoo wrapping around his right bicep and forearm would nearly glow in the bright sunlight filtering into your room.
There’s no doubt that he’d lick his lips to reveal the hidden stud, and you would shiver at the idea of him pressing his tongue to your skin.
As the image continues, you slip your hand between your legs, toy placed aside while you imagine the vivid scenario. If only the fingers slipping past your folds were his larger, calloused ones. Maybe then you’d feel a bit more fulfilled—
“Mmm…”
They start a slow pace, pumping in and dragging along your walls, pressing the spots you know make your toes curl, and you continue your daydream.
Xiao would nip and lick at your neck while he preps you. Maybe you would even share a passionate kiss…and he would relieve himself of his clothing to stroke himself. The thought of him jerking himself off with flushed cheeks while his other hand is fingering you sent a rush of desire flooding your senses and you pull your fingers out of you.
They grab the silicone toy beside you, wiping your slick on it.
Taking a breath, you spread your legs more, pressing the tip of it to your entrance and sliding it in. It fills you quickly and you gasp as you imagine Xiao instead, pressing his forehead to yours while his hips lay flush to hips.
“You feel so good,” he’d rasp, having difficulty not moving his hips. But he’d be patient and let you adjust to him, ever the gentleman.
And so you start to move the toy, pressing it as far as it’ll go, mewling at the delicious pressure of it, before pulling it back out with a sigh. For a moment, you let yourself wonder if it’s as big as him. The thought that he might be bigger crosses your mind and you will it away in favor of imagining his lips on you.
“Xiao…”
With each thrust of your toy, you feel yourself slip closer and closer, thighs trembling and threatening to close with the intensity of it.
“Xiao-“
In your mind, your roommate cages you in between his arms while thrusting his hips harder, deeper. He’s panting your name and one hand lifts off the bed to pull your hips closer to his.
Would he praise you? Or even whisper in your ear what he wants to do? You slow your movements, leisurely pumping the toy in and out. Maybe he’d tease you, make you beg for him. Another gasp of his name leaves your lips, and you’re too preoccupied with your thoughts to register the call of your name.
Xiao reenters your shared apartment much earlier than either of you anticipated. It turns out his friend was busy and asked for him to help another time, thus, he decided to just have lunch back at home instead of out.
When he hears you call out his name, he assumes it’s because you’re needing him for something.
Only, standing at the door, he sees your arching body tangled up in your sheets, calling out his name and fucking yourself on a dildo. Xiao’s heart jumps into his throat.
If only you knew how good you look moaning and begging for more using his name.
His sweet roommate. His sweet, incredibly intelligent, talented, attractive roommate. Fucking themselves in the privacy of their room with their toy and entirely unaware that the very person who name they’re moaning is barely ten feet away.
In this moment, he decides.
You’re still lost in the fantasy of being taken, getting so close to your orgasm and feeling the familiar spread of warmth through your body when you hear the door creak.
Immediately, you stop and scramble to cover yourself up, shame spreading on your cheeks.
“I didn’t think our top student would be such a slut.”
Your mouth suddenly feels dry.
Xiao shrugs off his leather jacket, running a hand up through his hair and makes his way to your bed. A brief flash of your fantasies flitters through your mind and you stutter out his name when he climbs over you.
Tilting your chin up, he presses his lips to yours.
“Thinking of me?”
You hardly can bring yourself to speak.
“Tell me…” He mutters, tongue slipping past your lips, metallic stud teasing yours into tasting him as well, “What did you think of while you were busy fucking yourself? Hm?”
An accidental shift of your leg makes you brush up against the painful hardness in his pants and you gasp into his mouth. Lips curling into a knowing smirk, Xiao slides his hand from your hip to your thigh and keeps it spread open.
“Whatever it was got you soaked.”
The kiss deepens and leaves you dazed.
He pulls away and you follow him as you’re lost in the feel of his lips and sound of his voice, but he pushes you to lay back down while he undresses.
When he’s finally bare, you can’t help but stare. Just like your daydream, he’s toned and undoubtedly strong—and his body easily covers yours as he hovers over you. A glimpse between you leaves you shy. It’s difficult to not compare your toy to him.
Pushing his lips back to yours, you feel the way his chest and thighs brush against you and leave you weak. It’s strange to think what you were just fantasizing about was now reality.
“You don’t know what you do to me, seeing you in those shorts you wear around the apartment.” Teeth tug at your lip.
“Knowing you touch yourself like this thinking about me when I’m away…you must be desperate.”
His hips sit flat against yours and you gasp feeling the way his cock presses into you.
“So beg.”
#brainrot#xiao#xiao x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact xiao#genshin impact fics#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#smut#Xiao with tattoos and a tongue piercing...hnggh#college au#the title is me just trying to be clever oiefhoaieh
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Door number 12
Title: Door Number 12
Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?
Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo
A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!
A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!
A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3
Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.
This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.
Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.
No, not again!
Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.
Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.
When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.
"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.
"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.
"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.
However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.
"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."
You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.
On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.
You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.
You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.
Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.
If only you could actually focus on college work.
After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.
Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.
Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.
“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”
Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.
“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.
“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”
“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.
“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”
He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”
After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.
“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.
“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”
Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.
Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.
Winchester was just a pain in the ass.
Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.
Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.
“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.
You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.
“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.
“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”
“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.
“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.
“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.
“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.
“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.
“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.
Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.
“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.
“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”
“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.
“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”
“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.
“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.
“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.
"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."
"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.
"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?
"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.
"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"
"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.
"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.
Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.
Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.
“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.
You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.
“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.
After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.
“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.
“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”
“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.
“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.
“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”
“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.
“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.
“Sure.”
And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…
The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.
“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.
“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”
“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”
“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.
Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.
You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.
You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.
You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.
Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.
With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.
The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.
Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.
Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.
“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.
“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.
Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”
He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.
“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.
"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."
He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.
"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”
You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.
“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”
“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”
“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?
“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”
“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.
“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”
“Ian is a cool guy!”
“Good!”
You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.
“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.
“You wish.”
Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.
Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.
There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.
However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.
You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.
The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.
"Fuck it."
Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.
You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.
“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.
Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.
The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.
“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.
Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.
“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”
The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?
The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.
Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.
“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.
This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.
Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.
With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.
Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.
“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.
Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.
Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.
You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.
"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.
Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.
Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.
Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.
Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.
The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.
A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.
Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.
“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.
“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.
The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.
A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.
Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.
After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.
Oh, so he could be gentle too.
Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.
"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"
You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?
"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.
"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."
Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.
"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.
"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.
Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.
You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.
"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."
You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.
"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.
"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.
"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.
“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.
You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.
And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.
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Pancakes for Dinner - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You have dated Bucky for a couple of years and Bucky is ready to pop the question. But does everything go according to plan?
18+
Word Count: 4,285
Warnings: Fluff, a hint of anxiety, car sex, biting, cream pie, Smut
Author's Note: This was supposed to be fluffy but hey I'm glad it took the turn it did.
Nude Lipstick? Check.
Cute Heals? Already wearing them.
Wearing a dress that hugged your curves perfectly? Yes.
When you and Bucky got together, he promised you that he would take you out on a date at least once a month. It didn’t matter if you were both tired. He always wanted to take you out.
This time it was a bit different. Bucky was taking you to somewhere fancy. When you would ask him about the restaurant, he would simply try to ignore the question.
You were finishing up getting ready when Bucky was leaning on the doorframe staring at how beautiful you looked. He loved seeing you wearing your pajamas with ketchup stains, but whenever you would get ready, his mind would go wild. He had a smile on his face as his eyes were roaming all over your body. You were wearing a beautiful long black velvet dress that was a deep cut on the chest area. Bucky always thought that he was lucky to have you by his side. He was always grateful that you were.
Ring…. Ring…Ring…
Bucky’s phone started to ring. “I’ll be back, Doll. Steve is calling me.”
He goes to the bathroom downstairs and locks himself in it. He wanted to make sure that you were unable to hear his conversation with Steve. Luckily, you were playing music as you were getting ready.
“Buck, are you ready to do this?”
“Yes, I’m ready to ask her” he pauses as he places his hands on his pockets, holding an item. “I have everything planned out. She is going to love it” a small chuckle escapes his mouth as he starts pacing back and forth. “I’m a bit nervous about doing this.”
Steve takes a big breath, loud enough that Bucky was able to hear it through the phone. “There is nothing to be nervous about, Buck. You love her. Just remember all those things that you have told me, that you can’t wait to build a family with her, that you wouldn’t trade anything in this world for her”
Bucky started to breathe heavily as his steps were getting heavier. He knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but he wasn’t sure If you wanted to do the same. The thought that your answer was going to be no, scared him.
He completely ignored everything that Steve was telling him. It’s white noise to him. He takes a couple of deep breaths. “I can do this. I have to go, Steve thanks for the pep talk. I’ll let you know when we leave so you and the rest can come to the house.”
Turning on the faucet, he throws cold water towards his face. “you got this, you can do it,” he whispered to himself.
Whenever you would get ready, Bucky would usually stay and watch you. He would compliment you and tell you sweet things to boost up your confidence. He didn’t care if he got a call. He would stay and let you listen in. So, it was odd that he left to talk to Steve about something.
Walking down the stairs, you notice that Bucky was at the bottom with his hand on the railing. Bucky’s eyes were digesting as he looked at you from head to toe. He was speechless. His eyes were sparkly, his mouth was hanging open slightly as he took in your appearance. To him, you were walking in slow motion. You looked so beautiful, he didn’t want to forget this moment.
Once you were at the last few steps of the staircase, Bucky extends his hand towards you. Without a second thought, you place your hand on his hand. “You look so beautiful, Doll.” He had a smile on his face.
Bucky was wearing a tailored black suit with a white shirt underneath, the two first buttons were unbuttoned, and his hair slicked back. Fuck, he looked good. “Babe, are you sure we can’t just stay in tonight and order pizza?” you knit your eyebrows together and push your bottom lip forward, making a pouty face.
“We have to go. The reservation is at 8pm” Bucky rolls his eyes as he gives a brief chuckle. He gets near you and places his metal hand on your waist meanwhile his other hand goes behind your head. He wanted to look at you up close. He wanted to see every little detail on your face. He mainly wanted to admire what was his. “Wait here. I have something to give you before we head out” He leans in to give you a forehead kiss.
Bucky heads to the kitchen to grab your gift. Your mind wonders what he could be talking to Steve about. Before your thoughts could continue, on the corner of your eye, you can see Bucky walking towards you with roses and a sunflower bouquet. Those were your favorite combination of flowers. “Bucky, you didn’t have too” your eyes start to water. You were so grateful to have him in your life.
Placing the bouquet on your arms, “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. This is the first time we ever go out to a fancy place, and I want you to remember this” You get on your toes to give Bucky a kiss on his lips before you both head out.
Bucky held on the side of your dress. He didn’t want the tail of the dress to get dirty. When he opened the car door for you, he helped you by lifting the dress, making sure that it didn’t get trapped on the door.
Hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
On your drive to the restaurant, you shared laughs with stupid jokes you both would make. Every time your favorite song played, you and Bucky would sing your hearts out. You would dance. Meanwhile, Bucky would try to as he was driving.
A couple of minutes later, you were sitting across from Bucky at a very fancy restaurant. It was well decorated, and the ceilings were very tall with so many beautiful chandeliers. The place was dimly lit with a lot of candles.
You watched him look over the menu, and your mind wandered away from the food. You started to wonder when he had time to plan all of this and what was Steve’s call about. He was always with you, and if he wasn’t with you, he was with Steve and Sam. Your eyes were roaming all over him, from his steel-blue eyes to his metal hand. It brought you joy that he finally felt comfortable showing his metal arm in public.
“What is that beautiful mind thinking about?” Bucky asked you, breaking your inner monologue. Most of the time, he can tell what was going on in your mind. But due to him being nervous about what he is going to do later tonight, he couldn’t figure out what was going through your head.
Looking back down to the menu, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just wondering what I should get to eat.” You shrugged. With your index finger, you randomly pointed to something on it “hmm, chicken parmesan sounds good.”
Bucky shakes his head, and a lopsided grin forms on his face. “Ever since the day that I met you, you have never been a good liar,” he winks at you as he takes a drink from his cup of wine. “especially when it comes to lying to me.”
You take a big breath as you sighed “I’m just grateful” you didn’t want to throw any clues that you were suspicious of him. “that you are in my life, Buck.”
Bucky nodded, indicating that he felt the same way towards you. “I am too, doll. I have a feeling that you are a bit confused about why I brought you here. I just thought that it was time for us to go to a real fancy place” He looks up at you with wide eyes and places his hand on top of yours.
He was always thoughtful about the locations he took you. He always wanted to make sure you were comfortable and that you would enjoy being there. “It’s perfect, honey” you turn your hand so you can hold his hand.
He takes a big breath as he relieved his tense shoulders when he heard that you loved being here. “I should have brought you here sooner.”
“yes, you should of,” you said in a teasing voice.
Bucky sets down the menu and stares at you. “Mmm… you should be careful with that teasing,” He prompted you, leaning in towards you from across the table.
You grinned mischievously and leaned in as well, so you were closer to him “or what am I going to get punished later if I continue?” you asked in a low voice.
He had the same look you did as he nodded.
You gently bit your lower lip “oh, you wouldn’t dare,” you said slowly and seductively.
Placing his metal hand on your cheek, “Yeah, let’s see about that,” slowly moving it towards your neck, gently wrapping his metal fingers around it. He winked at you.
You both leaned back as the waiter came back to take your orders.
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Throughout dinner with Bucky, there were shared laughs between the two of you. He would tell you stories about how he and Steve were as kids. How he was tall meanwhile, Steve was short that would always put newspapers on the insides of his shoes to seem taller. You always loved hearing his stories.
"Bucky, I love you" you placed your hand on top of his.
Bucky always had a surprised look on his face whenever he heard you say 'I love you' to him. He never thought that at some point, he would hear those words from another person. His eyes were slowly filling up with tears. "I love you too. I-"
His phone started to ring. It was Steve again. Bucky takes a big breath. "I'll be right back, baby."
Bucky got up as fast as he could. He was heading to the restroom. Watching him walk away in such a hurry made you more suspicious of what he could be doing. You started to overthink about the things that he could be doing. He never acted like this. Your first instinct was to text Wanda and let her know about concerns
8:37 pm Wanda, Bucky has been acting a bit weird all day.
Minutes pass by, Wanda hasn't responded, and Bucky was still on the call with Steve.
8:54 pm Sorry, love, my phone has been acting up. Why do you think he is acting weird?
This was odd. Usually, Wanda would respond to your messages rapidly, but this time it took her time. Why was everyone acting weird?
Bucky was walking back and forth in the restroom. He was lucky that the restroom was only one stall. If not, people would think that he was going crazy. "Steve, is everything ready?" he started to heavily breathe at the thought that things might have to be moved to tomorrow. "Please, just tell me."
“Everything is just fine, give us- Peter, stop throwing rose petals everywhere and just place them on a line on the staircase- yes, Bucky, everything is fine” Steve wanted to sound confident, but everything wasn’t okay. He didn’t want Bucky to panic even more.
Wanda rushed to get Steve’s phone out of his hands. “Bucky, she is suspicious that something might be going on” there was a bit of silence. “Go out there and tell her nothing is going on.”
The fact that you were suspicious of the actions that he was doing threw him off his balance. Bucky’s mind went blank unsure what he needed to do next. He froze into place.
Meanwhile, Bucky was spaced out. Steve was on speaker.
“Peter and Sam put down the fucking rose petals. Stop making a mess. Please, you two can tackle or attack each other later.”
“Bucky, are you still there?”
“See what you guys did. Bucky froze, and he is probably panicking” Steve sounded annoyed with what was going on.
“Cyborg, do you need me to Amazon Prime you a charger for that brain of yours to compute again” Sam yelled loud enough Bucky was able to hear him.
“Can you all just shut up? I should have brought the girls instead of you three bird brains” Wanda sounded frustrated and just wanted the decorating done.
“excuse me, I am-“
Bucky hung up the phone. He couldn’t handle hearing them argue anymore. He needed to calm down before heading back to you. He takes out the box that he had been holding on to for months. He didn’t want to open it. He was just looking at it.
You were scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, any social media platform to distract your brain as you were waiting for Bucky to come back.
“Hey, let’s get out of here” he grabs your hand and pulls you out of your seat. He placed money on the table to pay for both meals and tip the waiter.
You both were speed walking towards the entrance. Every 5 seconds, he would look back at you to see your reaction. You were looking at the ceiling at how beautiful it was. Every chandelier was different. None of them were the same.
“So, where are we going now?” you tilted your head as you gave him a brief smile. With what has been happening all day, nothing can’t surprise you anymore.
“We aren’t going anywhere. We are going for a drive around town.”
As Bucky was driving, you would occasionally lay your head on his shoulder. It was a quiet ride. Every time there would be a red light, he would gently tilt your head towards his direction so he can give you a kiss on the lips.
Looking through the car window’s you notice that Bucky was driving further away from the city. You wondered why, but you didn’t want to ask him questions. You knew that whatever place he was going to take you, it was going to be meaningful.
Turning around to see how far away you both were, you weren’t able to notice the city anymore. There was an occasional light through the drive but not often. Bucky pulls over to a random empty parking lot. He leans in forwards and takes off his jacket, wrapping you around it, so you weren’t cold.
Bucky presses the button to open the sunroof and turns off the car. You started to recline your seat, so you have a better view of the sky. Bucky did the same. He lifts up with his arm so you can lay your head on his chest.
Staring at the night sky. You weren’t able to see nor count the stars due to light pollution. But it didn’t matter to you. All you cared about was spending time with Bucky.
Placing your hand on one of the jacket’s pockets, you felt a rectangular-shaped box. “aha, I found what you have been hi-“ you take the box out of the pocket. Bucky widens his eyes, thinking that you have taken out that one specific box. “oh, it’s just your phone” there was a sound of disappointment in your voice.
“You think I’m hiding something don’t you” he laughs a little.
“You’ve been acting all weird today. Of course, I think you are hiding something” you push your lower lip forward and knit your eyebrows together. You wanted to see if making that face would make Bucky talk.
Bucky places his left hand on your chin tilting your head upwards, so you can see him more clearly. He gently takes a bite of your lip and pulls it towards his direction, closing your lips and his lips together. He pulls away for a moment. “I’m not hiding anything, Doll. I promise.” Slamming his lips back to yours, not giving you a chance to respond back. He slips his tongue into your mouth in a demanding way.
He takes your hair and moves it behind your shoulders. Moving his lips to your cheeks down to your neck. He tilts your head slightly, having full access to your neck as he continues to nibble on it. “Let’s go to the backseat, Bunny,” he whispers into your ear seductively.
You have always liked Bucky’s car, since the backseats had a ton of room. He was quick to help you move to the back seats, and he followed you. The moment you both were in the backseats, his lips were pressed against yours. Meanwhile, his hands were working on the zipper at the back of your dress. The hastiness making it clear that he wanted it off of you as soon as possible.
As soon as the straps were falling off your shoulders, Bucky cups your breast massaging them. You sneak your hands to unbutton his shirt. You started to move your lips towards his neck and grab his shirt pressing your lips against it, leaving lipstick all over the shirt's collar. You gave him a smirk as your hands traveled down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and zipper. Earning a gasp from him when your hand slightly rubbed against his hard length.
Bucky notices that you were struggling, so he moves his hand from your breast to push his pants and underwear lower. He places his hands underneath your dress, pulling it downward, exposing your breasts and your torso to him. Cupping his hands on your ass and massaging them. You took your arms around his neck as you climbed to sit on his lap. "All night, I've been craving to do this to you, Bunny" Bucky smirks as he sneaks his fingers down to your heat, pushing your panties aside. He rubs his fingers against your lips, circling them around your clit a few times before gently taking two of his fingers into you.
You leaned in forwards, placing your lips against Bucky's shoulder, biting his skin as you moaned, trying to be quiet. "fuck, Bucky."
Thrusting his fingers inside of you, he smirked to himself, knowing that he can make you into such a needy mess. He nibbled your earlobe as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and proceeds to lick them as he stares deep into your eyes.
You stroke his cock a couple of times before moving it to your entrance. You let it go in slowly, letting out a quiet moan as you did. You rolled your hips and bounced on his lap in a matter of seconds.
Bucky groaned, his hands moved to your hips, digging his fingers on your skin. Occasionally he would move your hips to control your movements. He threw his head back, closing his eyes. He wanted to feel your walls clenching around his cock and hear your voice moan and occasionally whimper.
When you released a very loud moan, he had known that he had just hit your spot. Causing him to press his lips onto yours, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you tried to control how loud you were being. Bucky swifts your body so that you were now lying down. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he continues to thrust inside of you.
You could hardly stay quiet. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you pull him down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth. Moving his metal thumb playing with your clit. Breaking the kiss, Bucky places his other hand on your mouth, attempting you to be quiet. "Bunny, are you close?" he grunted into your ear. You nodded rapidly as you threw your head backward. "okay, wait for me. I want to cum at the same time as you do." he mumbled against your collarbone. He started to thrust into you sharply, and his fingers this circling against your clit. You moaned loudly against his shoulder, your legs tightening around his waist and your walls clenching down around his cock. Causing you to bit down on your lower lip as you got closer to your climax. With every thrust that he went in deeper, hitting your spot. After a couple more thrusts, you both reach your climax at the same time.
You both knitted your eyebrows as you both moaned together. You two had to catch your breaths and come down from your high. Bucky pulled out of you and immediately went over to grab the tissues to help you clean yourself.
The window of the car was fogged up, and your makeup was running down your face. “Look at my messy bunny” Bucky takes a tissue and tries to help you clean up your makeup.
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Driving home, Bucky completely forgot about the surprise he had for you.
Walking into your house, you see a trail of rose petals from the entrance to the staircase. "Bucky?" you had a confused look on your face.
"Let's go upstairs and take a bath" he forms a smile on his face.
Heading to the bedroom, the trial of roses continued. You simply ignored it but deep down, it made you happy that Bucky planned this when we got home. You grab your pj's and his. Meanwhile, Bucky was preparing a bath. You stared at yourself in front of the mirror. Wow, you were such a mess.
Bucky was lighting up the candles that were in the bathroom and placing them around. When preparing the bath, he makes sure it's at the temperature you like and filled with bubbles. He places the box next to the bathtub making sure that he could reach it when he needed to get it.
As you were heading to the bathroom, that same trail of roses lead to it. Opening the bathroom door, you notice the path ended. You see Bucky surrounded with lit candles and with the scent of roses. You walk up to Bucky, getting on your toes to give him a brief kiss on the lips "was this something you were trying to hide all day?" he nods in agreement "ha, I knew it" you lean on to give him a kiss on his cheek "I love it Bucky."
"I knew you would, Doll. Now turn around. I want to help you put up your hair," turning around, agreeing on letting him put your hair in a ponytail or in a bun. He was always so gentle he didn't want to hurt you, not tug your hair too hard whenever he would do that.
You start to undress, and Bucky does the same. He lowers his body into the bathtub. He takes your hand, helping you lower your body onto the tub.
He wraps his arms around you as you lean onto him. He nibbles on your ear and kisses the back of your head.
You grab a handful of bubbles and try to throw them in his direction. "Hey, you got bubbles on my eye," he complained as he grabs a couple of bubbles and rubs them on your face. You both were uncontrollably laughing.
"Doll, we should play a game" he gently pushes you forwards, exposing your back to him. "You need to guess what I'm trying to say, okay."
You give him a brief nod agreeing that you wanted to play with him.
Bucky takes a big breath as he knows that he is about to ask you, and no matter what your answer was going to be, there is no turning back.
With the fingertips from his right hand, he starts to spell out 'Marry Me.'
"wait, wait, Bucky, spell it again. I'm not sure what that word is"
Once again, he spells out 'Marry Me' against your skin.
You were still unsure of what it was, you shifting your body now being able to face him. "I know this is cheating, but I have to know what you spelled out" you chuckled a little.
"yes, that is cheating, doll" he takes a big breath as a big smile on his face forms. "Will you Marry Me?"
You froze into place, trying to process what he just said. "Do you mean that?" your eyebrows rose, and you had a smile on your face.
"Of course, I mean it" he takes a big gulp before saying anything else, "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to make pancakes at 2 in the morning with you. I- I just want you."
"I-"you lean in forwarding, closing in the gap between you and him. Wrapping your arms around him, you stare at his beautiful ocean blue eyes. You get on top of him, sitting on his lap.
He places his hands around your waist. He was searching all over your face for any hints of you saying yes or no. "so is this is a yes?" his voice got small and a bit shaky.
Leaning in forward to give him a brief kiss, "yes, Bucky. I do want to marry you."
Bucky sighs in relief "you have no idea how relieved I am now" he chucked a little bit.
Placing your hand on his cheek, "you have no idea how happy I am, and I can't wait to have little munchkins with you," you scrunched your nose as you smiled.
He grabs the box that he placed outside of the tub and opens it revealing a stunning heart-shaped diamond with a silver band. Bucky grabs your hand, placing the ring on the fourth finger of your left hand. "I can't wait either, Mrs. Barnes."
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Ch. 19 Broken Ship - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)
Word Count: 3.2k
Warning: 18+, contains a LOT of smut
[A/N] here you go, slut puppies. Super happy on how this smut turned out. Enjoy! <3
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Early morning.
You open your eyes groggily to see that Spike’s side of the bed was vacant. That would have been normal if you didn't hear the cussing and banging of metal coming down the hallway. You flipped back the covers and opened your door. Rounding the corner, you saw Spike rummaging in his room.
“Hey. Is everything alright?” You asked, leaning in the doorframe.
“My ship is broken. Again.” He muttered, huffing impatiently. “I’m going to try to fix it.”
“By yourself? Don’t you want Jet’s help or something?” You asked.
“I can do it, by myself.” He replied. “Besides, he was already pissing me off this morning.”
You nodded. Spike stood up straight, his face looking to the ceiling. Sighing, you could hear him grumble, “Happens right when we are down to our last dollar.”
You walked in, your arms wrapping around his torso. “How about I make you some coffee?”
“Please. I’m going to need it.”
You stood on your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his chin, patting his chest before heading back into the hallway and down the staircase into the living area. Jet sat on the couch, his head into a newspaper.
“Morning. Oh I’m sorry, apparently saying “good morning” could get my head bitten off, so I'm just going to keep my mouth shut.” Jet called out, mumbling obscenities under his breath as well.
“I guess I’m making coffee for you too.”
You decided it was best to leave Spike alone to work on the Swordfish. On occasion, you would sneak onto the cameras on the bridge while you researched and watched him work. Precise with his fingers, you knew it was going to take a while. What could be crazy is that it would be a simple fix but be so hard to take care of.
As you scrolled through the computer, your stomach grumbled. Looking up from your screen, you saw that the time read as 3:30 PM. Time goes by fast when you're having fun, you thought sarcastically. Pushing back your seat, you made your way into the kitchen. Opening the pantries, you found yourself making a couple of peanut butter sandwiches, hoping that this little thing could at least lighten the mood for your beloved.
Climbing into the rotating hull, you ran into Jet, who was walking slowly with hands in his pockets.
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” Jet said. “He’s in a mood.”
“Hungry, that's all.” You replied. “I think we all are. Here, take my sandwich.”
Jet chuckled. “I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Just be careful before getting into the tiger’s cage.”
You smiled as you walked further down, approaching the door that leads into the hangar. Clicking the button, the door slid open to reveal the Swordfish in all her glory. You climbed in, shutting the door behind you.
“Hey, I got lunch!” You shouted, your voice echoing off the walls.
You walked further in, setting the plate of sandwiches down on a small bench. A long ladder that extended to the cockpit of the ship leaned against its side. “How about you take a break and eat with me?”
“No.” You heard from the ship. Sighing, you began the ascend up the ladder. Each step you dreaded to see a frustrated Spike. As you reached the top, there he was, his brows furrowed as he turned the key of his ship. A sputter, a deep rumble, and poof!
The engine died.
His hands fell from the handlebars. Your shoulders dropped, feeling the same frustrated emotions as he did. His eyes blank from the endless tickering, you couldn't help but baby him.
“Oh, sweets. I’m sorry.” You comforted, holding out your hand. “Here, come down and eat something. You’ll feel so much better. We’ll figure out what to do after we finish-“
Two giant arms yanked you into the cockpit and into Spike’s lap. You gasped, shocked at how quick he brought you in. Straining up to close the glass lid of the ship, he enclosed you both into the small space, staring you dead in your face.
“I’m tired.” He said.
“I can see.” You said, your fingers tracing the dark circles under his eyes. “So what now?”
“We call a professional. Someone who knows what they’re doing.” He said, rubbing the small of your back. “I think I made it worse.”
“Then that's what we’ll do. It’ll be fine.” You gave a small smile, pecking his cheek. “It would be a complete turnaround if you had something in your stomach.”
“No, no. Stay here. I missed you all day.” He pleaded, his face growing a small rosy hue.
“How cute.” Giving him a small kiss. “I’ll stay, just for a minute.”
“That’s all I need.”
You laid your head on his shoulder, breathing in deeply. The troubles you had to go through just to have a normal day like this. Who knew that bounty hunters could play house so naturally?
Fingertips grazed along your spine, tracing up and down slowly. Goosebumps rose as they crept underneath the band of your bra and back out. You shifted your gaze to Spike’s, his eyes closed as his weary body relaxed. A grin spread on your face as his hand began to trail to the side of your torso, still edging alongside your bra.
“What are you doing?” You smirked, giggling at his light touches.
“Just copping a feel, that's all.” He murmured, fluttering one eye open. “Why, is that a crime?”
“No. Just didn’t want to get frisky in this death trap.” You replied.
“It's thrilling, adventurous if you think about it.” Spike joked. “Better to do it here than in zero gravity.”
“True.” You watched Spike’s focus trailed from yours and down your chest. You could’ve swore his pupils dilated at the sight of your covered tits. Adorable, you thought. So infatuated with you, that even a glance at your fully clothed body, could arouse him easily. This day had been a bit of a bummer for him…
“I can make you forget how bad of a day it's been.” You declared softly, causing Spike to snap out of his trance.
“Hmm. Show me.”
You pushed back off of him, delicately lifting the bottom of your sweatshirt up. Pulling the material to your collarbone, you allowed Spike to enjoy a full picture of what his heart desired. You heard an elongated sigh come from him, a familiar hardness pressed underneath you.
“You’re looking at me like you've never seen these before.” You giggled.
“Its like seeing them for the first time.” He spoke lowly, shifting in his seat. “I really can’t get over how beautiful you are.”
“Well don’t sit there and admire the view.” You whispered. “Touch me.”
Working hands eagerly pushed the straps of your bra to the side, releasing your tits from its hold. Sloppy kisses were planted all over your breasts, licking and biting so softly. You let out a wistful moan, massaging the back of Spike’s head as he unleashed his need for you. His tongue encircled your hardened nipples, flicking all around before taking you in between his lips.
You couldn’t help yourself from grinding on his lap, the outline of his cock shifting aid forth in between your legs. He leaned his head on the back of his seat, letting out a deep groan. His hands went from your tits down to your hip, guiding you.
“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You held onto his shoulders, letting Spike take the lead.
“I-i can’t either, fuck.” He hissed, bucking his hips up suddenly. “You know how to bring the worst out of me.”
All you could do was laugh, cut off by another wanting thrust from Spike. “You’re welcome.”
This could hold both of you off until tonight, then maybe Spike could unleash his stress on you. Your hips slowed to a rocking roll, building up a nice rhythm. It was lazy, comforting. Hands roamed your back, scratching and holding onto you. You could feel a deep, intense throbbing in between your legs, echoing into your stomach and up into your mouth. There was this familiar desperation again.
You were addicted to him.
“Can I have you now, please?” Spike pleaded, moaning as his lips grazed your tits again. “Y-you just look so good- and, and god, the way you taste.”
You take it back, you were addicted to each other.
“But the ship-“
“To hell with this piece of junk. I’ll destroy it if it means I can have you.”
This man always knew how to slide his way into your heart. No matter how many times sweet nothings had been whispered between you both, he always managed to make you a blubbering mess. You were still in shock on how one person can love you so much. You hesitated. With so much fire and passion, you melted into his lips, showing your adoration for him.
Tongue running over your lips, the walls of your mouth. He could never get tired of the taste of you. His lungs were begging to pull him back for air, but he didn't want to. If need be, he wanted to drown in you. Alas, you were the first to break, lips glossed over with his saliva.
“Yes, yes. I’m all yours, use me.” You keened in between pants. Quick fingers unlatched the button of his pants, pushing them past his hips and down his legs. Hovering over, you pulled your shorts down. Trying to keep your balance as you wobbled trying to take your underwear off, you heard a deep throated chuckle come from Spike.
“That’s cute. Here, let me help you.” He said, gathering the garment through each leg and off to the side.
Finally off, Spike squeezed your ass, pinching some skin in between his fingers. You whimpered, head whipping back to watch him grope you. Two digits grabbed your chin and twisted you to face him, his vision bearing into yours. You had looked into them so many times and were still enticed by the color difference between them. “Stop that.”
You nodded, obeying. Your heart thudded as it anticipated contact. His expression was so kind, a spider leading its food into the trap. And you fell for it everytime. Without warning, his hand spanked one cheek, causing you to cry out.
“Was that so bad?”
You shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip. “N-no.”
“Oh? Let me try again.”
Another smack on your other cheek, the aftermath burning your skin. He rubbed the sensitive skin, building a routine of spanking you and giving you plenty of care. Your cheeks on your face and ass were red from Spike’s play. He took immediate notice of your flushed and hazy profile, lips curling back in a cheeky grin. His precious girl, blushy and ready for another pounding.
“Ah, shit.” He breathed, tucking a stray hair away from your face. Your lips met once more for a sealed kiss, a gift for one another for being so compliant. “So gorgeous.”
“Hold onto me, baby.” He whispered in your ear, bringing you closer to his chest. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering softly as you felt his digits rub up your slit and into you. They slid back out, rubbing semi-circles on your clit. Wow, that is what you were missing. One push of some of your buttons, and you were good to go. “Feels like you’re ready for me.”
Your eyes darted down to Spike slathering his cock with your wetness. You don’t know how Spike managed to keep it up for this long. Maybe that's where the frustration went. There was plenty of it. Your head was practically empty except the thoughts of how many times you managed to take all of Spike’s perfect, huge-
“(Y/N), I want you to look at me.” He said. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I go into you.”
Snapping out of it, you nodded vigorously, giving a peck on his cheek. “O-okay.”
“Look at me, look at me.” He told you as he positioned himself at your entrance.
Trust. Complete trust in Spike. He could have you off the edge of a cliff, holding your hand as you dangled on the side. Confident that he could pull you back. That is what you saw. There were hints of it, traces streaming through like channels on TV. But this was a still painting, and it wasn't going anywhere. Trust is what had you hypnotized to Spike.
A hand holding you in place, he slowly sunk you onto his member, exhaling. Your eyes soften, never leaving his face. “There you go, keep your eyes on me.” He chokes out, pushing himself further into you.
Moaning softly, the only words that fell from your lips was his name. Interlocking his hands behind your back, shoving his cock back up. The force of his hips was quick, with exact precision as it grazed your g-spot. Your pleasure simmered, turning down the heat everytime he slid back out of you. You would rather have this than to cum too fast and not enjoy it.
You savored the moment. Spike inside you, using your pussy to voice out his frustration. Although in a small space, there was so much more he wanted to give you. For now he would hold you close to him, pump himself into you until his girl was turned into a crying, fucked out mess with what he could work with.
You met his hips as Spike voiced out from underneath you. There wasn’t a lot of room for you to move, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t show your pleasure in different ways.
“T-this is what you needed?” You moaned softly, kissing Spike’s agaped mouth.
“Always.” His arm cradled the small of your back as he other hand came up to hold your face. His thumb extended under your chin, rubbing your chin delicately. It brushed against your lower lip before slipping in. Sucking and licking, you heard amused cursings come for Spike.
To think that you were under his control was his misunderstanding. Trust was shared and so was a relationship. It went both ways, receiving and giving. Some teasing of your own was in order.
“I-is that all you got?” You took his hand, placing it on your tit. He squeezed and massaged, leaning down to place a kiss on your chest. “When I tell you to take it out on me, take all of it out on me.”
Spike slowed his tempo, head lolled to the side as you began nudging him. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me.”
“Oh, b-but I do.” You pushed, wiping off the sweat on Spike’s forehead. “You wanted to show me so bad, so do it.”
The calm before the storm, only you didn’t realize it. Under his spell, you completely forgot how quickly Spike could switch up, just like earlier. How unprepared you were.
The pause in the moment was just a break to gear up. So entranced with your power trip that you didn’t notice that the tip of his cock slipped out.
All breath shot out of your lungs as Spike sheathed all of himself into you. Hand entangled in your hair, he took his other and pressed you into him, locked. No more than just a toy, he pounded his cock in your drenched pussy. You were so glad that the lid to the ship was shut. There was no way you could contain your vocal cords from the way he was hitting it.
Brutal, hard, degrading.
“W-want me to show you s-so bad- huh? This is what you g-get.” Spike repeated, hissing and groaning in your ear. The inside of your thighs were drenched. You could feel yourself leaking onto his cock every time he came back up, coating himself even more in you. The sounds were absolutely filthy. Spike had achieved it, your whimpers and pleads music to his ears.
It was all too much. Lasting long with a pounding like this was not an option. The walls of your pussy clenched around Spike, who moaned out loud. “Shit, a-already?”
Nodding, all you can babble was a broken “keep going.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, muscles tightening as you felt the peak of your orgasm coming. It all came crashing down without warning, thighs shaking and wailing helplessly. The fire never burned out as Spike kept thrusting into you.
No words left you for thanks, you attacked Spike’s neck, biting and kissing. He responded with a deep growl, grip tightening on you. He huffed as a wave of pleasure rolled through his cock. God he wanted to hold on so badly, but the way you were felt, your beautiful response, was all he could focus on. He could never tire of you.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as Spike kept slamming into you. You felt like suffocating with each thrust, but fuck it felt so good. Imagining how difficult it was going to be to walk out of the hangar and try to look normal was not going to be an easy task. But the confidence this man had shown you will give you the power to not give a fuck.
“C-can’t get enough of you-and, and a-almost on my mind..” Spike strained, panting. “W-why do you do this to me?”
Your mouth twisted in a smile, full of bliss and satisfaction. Your lips fit to his, tongue slipping along Spike’s. Moaning, you bounced on his cock intensively. Your limbs were so sore, but you were going to do anything just to be filled up with the result of your teasing. It was a victory for both parties.
Tightening the walls of your pussy, you heard a raspy chuckle from Spike. “O-oh, baby don’t do that. I won’t l-last long at all.”
Good for you, your hearing wasn’t working. You stared him in the eyes, clenching and relaxing. He unraveled in front of you. You swear you could have heard him whimpering, face concentrated to stop himself from cumming too soon.
“P-please baby, I can’t-“
“Cum in me.” You gasped, euphoria swept throughout your pussy. Your heartbeat was felt everywhere on you, threatening to burst out of your chest. Blazing rays of heat echo in you and Spike. “Cum in me.”
You croaked out a choked howl as your orgasm washed over you, much more powerful than the last one. Spurts of hot cum shot inside you, Spike’s movements coming to a stuttering stop. Just one, two more pumps and he falls back onto his seat. His cock twitched, grateful to have every single drop spilled out. You were happy to catch it. You dropped your head on his shoulder, collecting your thoughts back to your consciousness.
His chin rests on your shoulder, fingertips rubbing up and down your spine. Placing soft kisses on your sweaty skin, he sighed happily. You could hear the exhaustion in his breathing. Whether it was from your alone time or from working on the Swordfish, you didn’t know. You were just relieved that you were still alive and in one piece in the ship after the intense actions of fiery passion.
“I uhh- I need to call that professional.”
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