#how does he look so handsome yet so fluffy at the same time

[taecdimples]

Ok Taecyeon (taecyeonokay) IG story, 12/2/2022

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: your boyfriend comes to pick you after a long day at uni. sensing your jealousy about the attention he’s getting from your classmates, he makes it up to you in his own way.

tags. olderbf!gojo x female reader. fluff, tiny bit of angst, suggestive [make out sesh]. age gap — reader above 20, gojo early 30’s. jealousy. reader gets called ‘princess, baby, beautiful.’ not proof read !

satoru’s arrival, as per usual, serves as pure entertainment for many students. it’s not often that they get to see such a tall and handsome man around campus after all.

you patiently stand there, waiting for that said man to come and get you. the increase in giggles and whispers around you can only mean one thing: he’s nearby.

your boyfriend’s car comes to a stop in the distance. satoru steps out of the driver’s seat a second later, one of his hands running through his fluffy, snowy hair.

‘. . damn, he’s fucking hot,’ ‘yep. heard he’s in a relationship though. sucks,’ ‘girl— do i look like i care? need him so baaaaddd.’

it’s infuriating to hear those words while you - his girlfriend - are standing close to them. you decide not to give those girls any attention nor do you try to speak up. it’s not worth the effort.

satoru closes the car door behind him, his hands in the pockets of his slacks while he strolls up to where you’re standing. it’s as if he’s walking down a runway - graceful, confident, every step executed with perfect balance.

he can hear the murmurs from the students around, but he simply does not care. his steady gaze has been fixed on you the moment he spotted your figure from across campus.

“cute,” satoru mutters under his breath with a small smile, blue eyes taking in the sight of you standing there against a wall. the way you’re fiddling with the strap of your bag while pretending not to have noticed him is quite endearing.

you look down at the ground until a pair of black oxfords come into view, stopping right in front of yours. you slowly tilt your head back until you’re face to face with the man himself.

“hey, beautiful,” satoru greets, his voice smooth and slightly deep, a faint smirk playing on his lips. his knuckles brush against your cheek whilst he admires your every feature, acting as if he hasn’t seen you in days.

you nod in response, whispering a small ‘hi’ before your eyes dart around campus again. your bottom lip pushes forward just a tiny bit to form a small pout.

. . and there it is; satoru knows that look in your eyes like the back of his hand. he’s seen that same pout before, along with the hint of jealousy lurking behind your gaze that you try so hard to hide.

he understands why you’re feeling that way.

the other girls on campus, the way they ogle him and whisper, it would make any woman insecure. but to him, there was no need for that. satoru is yours, and he’s made that known to every single soul around you a million times before.

perhaps they need to be reminded once more.

satoru wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, his touch gentle and possessive. he can see how you’re trying to act normal, though he knows you way better than that.

the pad of his thumb rubs small circles into your hip as your lover leans in and speaks in a low yet intimate voice that only you get to hear, “oh? look at you, acting all tough with your little pout.”

“tell me. what’s up, princess?” satoru whispers, his breath warm against your ticklish skin. he lowers his head to your face and plants a small kiss on your nose, gaining a mix of delighted yet irritated whispers of the people around you.

“usually you jump right into my arms after seeing me— y’know, like a lil’ bunny,” the white-haired man starts sulking as well, pressing your body flush against his. “where’s my cute ‘n clingy babyyyy?”

satoru’s over-exaggerated whine makes your nose scrunch up, though you can’t deny the truth. he knows you better than you know yourself. he can see right through your attempt to disguise your jealousy, yet you’re still too stubborn to admit anything.

“whatever. come on,” you roll your eyes before grabbing his arm and tugging him forward. you want nothing more than to escape your surroundings. you’re getting tired of the continuous and unwanted attention satoru is getting.

it’s irksome. you know satoru doesn’t give them the attention they so desire - he never will - yet you still feel this pang in your chest whenever you see those girls shamelessly ogling your boyfriend.

satoru, being naturally observant, notices your sudden eagerness to leave campus. he can tell that your jealousy is growing worse because of the other students that keep on eyeing him. while he is used to the attention, he hates seeing it affect you.

the whispers and giggles from the other women are like white noise, insignificant background fodder that barely warranted his notice. you’re all he sees and listens to— no matter what.

your presence, your voice, your body, your soul. . . you’re the only one he cares about. he just wishes you’d realise that.

satoru wordlessly allows himself to be dragged off. his gaze is fixated on the back of your head, a mixture of amusement and worry glinting in those blue eyes of his. he can’t help but feel guilty. even if he didn’t really do anything wrong.

he wants to make it up to you, somehow.

once you reach the car, satoru gently shoos your hand away from the door handle the moment he catches you try to get in yourself. he reaches around you and pulls it open with a soft ‘click’.

satoru then surprises you by kissing your forehead— his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head. his fingers bury themselves in your hair. a subtle smirk tugs at his glossy lips as he senses the envious glares from the other, irrelevant onlookers.

that’s exactly what he’s trying to accomplish. to make it known to the world that he’s your man. he’ll gladly do it over and over again, until all of them finally take the hint.

“ladies first,” satoru gestures, his voice gentle and loving. he pulls back and smiles at you with his dimples showing. you’re slightly taken aback by the smooth gesture before thanking him in a small murmur.

“thank you.”

it’s silent for a good couple seconds after satoru gets into the driver’s seat. he settles his keys into the ignition switch, though doesn’t turn them. instead, he faces you with a small sigh.

your lover already recognises what’s up. you probably won’t talk to him until the jealousy subsides. but that isn’t how he wants to fix this situation— he wants you to communicate with him.

“hey,” satoru tries to get you to look at him. your body is slightly turned away, your eyes looking out of the car window. it’s painfully obvious that you’re upset with him, even when it isn’t specifically his fault.

“don’t hide from me, c’mon,” he chuckles and tries to make you feel better by bringing your hand up to his lips. satoru leaves small kisses on your palm, eyes peering over the rims of his sunglasses to gauge your reaction.

you still don’t turn to face him. you’re too caught up in your own feelings— too stubborn to talk about the jealousy and insecurities that are bugging you. you know it’s unfair to your partner, but you currently can’t fix your own emotions.

sensing your insistent reluctance to face him, satoru places his hand gently under your chin. his fingers curl around your jaw and gently guide your gaze to meet his. the sight of your downcast expression - plagued with insecurity - tugs on his heartstrings.

“oh, my sweet little baby,” the white-haired man sighs once more.

without another word, the gap between you quickly closes as satoru leans in, his lips meeting yours in a firm but soft kiss. a soft gasp escapes your lips at the suddenness of his kiss, but the tension in your shoulders slowly starts to dissappear as you melt into his embrace.

the touch of his calloused fingers on your jaw is a wordless command you cannot resist. the kiss is a silent form of reassurance, a way for him to remind you of his feelings for you.

his want and need for you.

satoru can nearly taste the jealousy etched into your initial resistance, which he seeks to silence with his touch. thus, he deepens the kiss with renewed vigor. his free hand cups the back of your head and gently tilts it upwards to gain a better angle.

“mh. sweet,” satoru’s tongue swipes over your bottom lip. he eagerly swallows the faint taste of candy that you had eaten earlier. his tongue delves into your mouth the moment your lips make way, memorising every part of it.

he doesn’t let go of you until you’re both breathless. the sorcerer pulls back, though keeps the distance between your lips at a minimum. his cheeks are painted a soft pink, eyes half lidded and lips even glossier with your saliva now coating them.

“haah— fuck,” satoru catches his breath while his free hand rubs up and down your waist. he resists the urge to pull you into his lap and ravage you right then and there. he’ll leave that for when you’re home.

his gaze is on your parted lips once more. he simply cannot hold himself back from leaning in. his body moves closer to yours, caging you in between him and the passenger seat.

“i’m all yours,” satoru murmurs against your soft lips. he cups your face as he places a quick peck on your mouth. “only yours,” another chaste kiss causes your smile to find its way back onto your face. “don’t you forget,” and a third kiss finally makes you giggle.

your lover hums in satisfaction. he nuzzles his nose against yours, grinning widely as he successfully managed to coax the jealousy away— to gain his beautiful, happy girlfriend back. “there she is,” satoru coos and squeezes your cheeks together.

you huff at the feeling of your lips forced into a deformed ‘o’ shape, yet the bright smile tugging at your lips doesn’t disappear. “sorry for acting so childish,” you apologise for your own behavior. if it wasn’t for satoru taking the initiative to make it up to you, you would have given him the silent treatment.

the white-haired man shakes his head. he ruffles your hair affectionately while his lips settle on your cheek. he tenderly nibbles on the plush flesh, “no need to apologise. ‘t was cute,” he replies in a muffled voice.

satoru pulls back and his thumb brushes over the subtle mark that his teeth left on your skin. “besides,” he pinches your cheek before cocking his head to the right. your eyes follow the direction he’s looking at— which is your car window.

“i think everyone finally realised that y’re the one ‘n only girl for me.”

your heart drops as you only then remember that satoru’s car windows aren’t tinted. that means that everyone on campus probably has seen the little make out session you had with your boyfriend just now.

your eyes quickly dart around the crowded area. the way your fellow students are glancing at you - some with envy and others with embarrassment - tells you more than enough. . .

you clear your throat and try to hide your face with the sleeves of your top. you don’t know how you’re going back to university after today without facing the humiliating consequences of your (satoru’s) actions.

your shameless boyfriend sits there and grins from ear to ear, proud of his accomplishment and oblivious to your embarrassed state until you speak up again;

“. . satoru, please drive away as fast as you can.”

[buckyalpine]

Pick Me

Bucky x reader 

The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier. 

warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.

A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲

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“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side. 

“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n” 

“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you” 

“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?” 

The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear that’s who she’d been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run. 

“Speak of the devils and I do mean devils” Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. “Rogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably Nic” 

“Hello handsome” She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, “and handsome” 

“Nice to meet you” Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so he’d shake with his metal one. “And you Sergeant” 

Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam. 

“Hey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?” Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary. 

“It’s a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you like” You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.

“Mmm, hard pass on that, wine isn’t really my thing, thanks though” She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use. 

“What are you boys up to tonight” She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process. 

“Bucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonight” He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicole’s eyes lit up. 

“Oh wow I actually haven’t been by the gym yet but I guess it’ll be where I spend most of my time for the program” 

“You could join us if you’d like, we can show you around” Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod. 

“Really? That would be great, I’d really appreciate it!” 

“Of course, anytime. We’re just about to head down soon” Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Bucky’s offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course he’d never want anyone else to feel the same way. 

Still.

Something was off.

You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...

No.

He wouldn’t do that. 

Right?

*****

“She’s getting really comfortable around those two” Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when he’d help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train. 

“I guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...” Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet. 

“Uh-huh, we’re all experienced” Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. “You three have a good workout?” 

Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Nat’s voice though Nicole seemed unbothered. 

“They’re great, can’t beat having the two best soldiers train me” She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldn’t help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again. 

No.

Relax. 

“Anytime, Nic” He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further. 

“You know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as well” Nat gauged the way Nicole’s nose scrunched, shaking her head. 

“Women’s workshop, sound’s like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks though” her eyes didn’t leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. “Besides, I’m pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extra” 

“Anyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. You’re both coming, right?” Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didn’t seem to matter. 

“Are you coming as well?” Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. “You could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more people” 

“Uh sure, I could come by for a bit” She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. “Thanks, Sarge” 

You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short. 

But you didn’t want to be petty. 

You were more mature than this. 

“We have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready together” You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didn’t even look your way, fully focused on the brunette. 

“Uh- not really the dresses and heels type. I’m more of a sneakers girl to be honest” She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Nat’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. “I’ll drag myself over if I’m feeling it” 

“Oh-okay, then we’ll just see you there!” You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly. 

“C’mon, lets get you ready. I’m going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his knees” The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up.  “We’re putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, don’t think I didn’t catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore it”

“Nat!” You hissed, hoping he didn’t hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. “Oh my god” you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible. 

“Go shower while I get all the make up out, I’m tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those two” 

You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didn’t waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles. 

“Y’know if you’re done playing games with terminator, I’d be happy to take his place” Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat. 

“What are you ladies drinking” Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order. 

“I’m good with a beer” Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, “Ugh, I don’t know how you drink those, they’re so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?”

You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down. 

“You guys took forever to get ready, this is why I can’t deal with makeup and dresses n’shit” she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, “That’s a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?” 

“Well I think you ladies look beautiful” Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. “Especially you, Lady y/n” 

“Thank you Thunder” You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers.  

“Alright, where are the two that need this” He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldn’t get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the God’s hands. Bucky’s eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress. 

“Fuck sweets, you look- 

“C’mon Sarge, how about a little competition” Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, “Let’s see how many shots we can do” 

“This might be a lot to handle doll” Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more. 

Since when did he call anyone else doll. 

You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you. 

“Ugh, finee, I’ll stick to regular vodka, c’mon Buckyyy, lets gooo!” She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldn’t tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didn’t want to watch any longer. 

“Where are you going” Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didn’t need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Bucky’s legs each time it was his turn. “For fucks sake-

“They’re just having fun, don’t worry about it”  You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Bucky’s attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...

Right? 

You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didn’t. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact she’d taken up most of Bucky’s time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.

*****

“What's wrong sweets” Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldn’t just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” You shrugged, toying with the corner of Bucky’s blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. “We haven’t really hung out recently” 

You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys. 

“Bucky, what are you-

“Sorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause she’ll be staying for a few extra weeks”

Fantastic.

“You spend a lot of time with her” You didn’t want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks.  

“Yeah, she’s fun!” Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. “She almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppable”

“Hm” You didn’t bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didn’t miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up. 

“How about we hang out after? Around 7, we’ll watch a movie together, okay? I’ll grab dinner for us. Promise doll” He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.

You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Bucky’s favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didn’t mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up. 

An hour later, it was 7. 

Then 7:30. 

And then 8.

By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow. 

****

Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed. 

He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside. 

“Doll?” He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball “Oh, doll” He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face. 

“What” Your voice cracked, hoping he’d think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying. 

“I’m so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the street” 

We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you. 

“And then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carla’s before coming back-

“You took her to Carla's?” You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. It’s not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking. 

“Yeah, I-

“Just go Bucky” There wasn’t a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets. 

“Doll?”

“Don’t call me that” It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, “Please leave” 

“Sweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-” 

“It’s fine James” You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing you’d burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring you’d hear him out the next day but no.

How wrong he was. 

You avoided him in the morning. 

And the day after that. 

Nearly a week had gone by and you didn’t spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didn’t help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone. 

*****

“What’s with you” Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much? 

“Y/n isn’t talking to me” He shrugged, while Nat glared at him. 

“I wonder why” the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion. 

“When was the last time you guys spoke” Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong? 

“I didn’t mean to forget- 

“Bucky!” Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes. 

“What did I do?”

“Barnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, you’ve been spending all your time making little miss I’m one of the guys feel comfortable, you’ve made y/n seem invisible and you’re wondering why she’s not talking to you?” Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Bucky’s phone. 

“You treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, you’d be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. You’d be fine with it?!”

Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone he’d even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right? 

“But Nicole doesn’t want to-” Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, “Nicole wants to get into my pants?” Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.

“And you” Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasn’t in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, “What were you thinking. You didn’t once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Haven’t any of you noticed Nicole doesn’t hang out with any of us, Just you?” Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. “Idiots” 

As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didn’t have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tony’s lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location. 

“You’re asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she is” 

“Please” Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Bucky’s eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. “Also, I need another favor...” 

****

“Y/n, babygirl” He’d never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you weren’t trying to talk to anyone one your way over. 

“Oh, I’m babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicole” You couldn’t hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls. 

“Baby, please!”

No. 

“Baby, wait!” Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. “Please, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feel” 

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Yes there is” His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, “There’s so much to talk about, I adore you” 

“Do you also adore Nic?” You scoffed, while Bucky’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.

“There’s no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you doll” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasn’t having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team better”

“Wow” you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead. 

“I know, I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for not making it clear I’m so utterly and desperately in love with you” Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, he’d said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and he’d kept it inside long enough. “I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you”

You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down. 

“Barnes, put me down, you can’t just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!” He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face. 

“I love you sweet girl. God, I’m so in love with you”

“You’re an absolute idiot”

“An idiot who is in love” 

“You’re so cheesy” You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. “you’re still a dick”

“I know. M’sorry angel, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I should’ve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didn’t see her as anything else. I’ve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always will” 

“Where is she right now anyway?” You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Isn’t she supposed to be leaving soon?” Bucky didn’t respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses. 

“Bucky what are you doing” You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck. 

“I may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra night” Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter. 

“And he happily agreed because...”

“Because...?”

“I want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feel” Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. “M’not gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl is” 

****

“OH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKK” 

“That’s it pretty princess, that’s it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck you’re so good to me, look at that, God you’re soaked baby”

“Jesus Christ” Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Bucky’s room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress. 

“Baby you look so pretty when you’re all stretched out like this, c’mon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, c’mon, lemme in” 

“HNG PleasepleasepleaseJames” 

“So perfect when you beg, cock’s all yours mama, m’all yours, go on and use me, that’s it, ride this dick, you own me” 

“Bucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!”

“Cum for me princess, God I love you” 

“You want a snack?”

“Nick?”

“Uh-Nicole?”

“Huh?” Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldn’t hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, “N-no, I’m fine”

Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Bucky’s thrusts punctuated with each word. 

“Y’feel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to you” 

“Fuck, I love you James” 

“Ugh- they’re so loud” Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back. 

“I mean, terminator is practically in love with her” Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.

“They’re cute. It’s about time they made it official, don’t you think?” Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning. 

“They sound so happy together” he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter. 

“Oh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIE” 

“Yup, real happy”

“I-I think I’m actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight instead” Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks. 

Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead. 

“I love you pretty girl. I love you so much” 

[charliemwrites]

Part 1

Finally finished this! I think I put way too much pressure on myself to get this just right and it gave me some major writer's block. Anyway, please enjoy!

Content: Wet dreams, Somnophilia (sort of), Identity Porn, Safe/Sane/Consensual Intimacy (through dreams), Uncomfortable Situation, Pushy/Predatory behavior (brief)

“Bad dreams again?”

Drowsy and sluggish, you blink at your aunt. She’s as sleek and coiffed as always, pressed business attire and shiny hair. Shoulders back, spine straight. A woman people respect and heed without question.

Your mother’s voice whispers in your ear, that lovingly patronizing tone. See how professional she looks, dear? Isn’t that nice?

It’s not Aunt Katie’s fault though. She does look professional, and it is nice. It suits her.

You unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth. “They’re not bad, really. Just… intense.”

She hums, elegant fingers tracing the edge of your borrowed desk. “They can’t be very good if they’re keeping you up.”

You’re tired enough that you almost correct her a second time. The problem is that the dreams are too good. You wake up panting, sweating, halfway to – well. You’re not about to discuss the finer points of a kinky wet dream with your CIA aunt. Besides, it’s silly to get so defensive of something that affects you seemingly negatively.

“Maybe,” you reply, rubbing at your heavy eyes. It feels like you’re trying to look through clear jelly.

“Why don’t you take a break?” Aunt Kate suggests.

You frown, a pang of guilt striking your empty tummy. “No… no, I’m okay. It’s not even lunch yet.”

She smiles at you. The same fond smile she’s always graced you with, on holidays and birthdays, whenever she could escape the secretive walls and red tape to be with family.

“You’re already ahead on paperwork. You’re not a bad employee for getting a little sun.”

Your eyes flick longingly to the door.

Apparently, the government doesn’t believe in things like windows or sunlight. Your little desk is at the very end of a long, half-empty hallway in the middle of a concrete cube and drowning in awful blue fluorescence. You can’t even bring yourself to drag a plant to this crappy little island because you’d feel too guilty putting it through this.

“Okay… maybe just for a few minutes,” you allow.

Her smile widens as she nods for you to follow. “C’mon, I’ll walk you out. I think the dogs will be free for some enrichment.”

Well, that certainly gets you out of your squeaky office chair.

Honey sunlight drizzles over your neck and shoulders, dripping syrupy-slow down your spine. It diffuses through your chest, chasing away the artificial chill of the office. The sleepy haze retreats like frost melting from glass.

You sigh into the fresh air, ignoring the tang of gunpowder lingering on the breeze, and turn your face to the sun. Summer is coming to an end, the heat broken into mellower warmth. There won’t be many days like this left before autumn bites down and shakes the leaves from the trees. A shame you’ll likely waste most of them in your administrative prison. 

The dogs stretch out in the grass around you, tongues lolling and eyes bright, keeping you company. A furry bouquet of black and tan in the manicured grass, their ears and tails like stalks to strange plants.

You bury your fingers in Zeus’s coat and get a fuzzy white tummy for your efforts. He’s a young and handsome thing, the newest addition to the K-9 unit, still a bit fluffy around the ears. You try not to think of how that will fade and harden, just like the older dogs in the unit, just like his human counterparts. Just scratch at that itchy spot by his ribs and smile when his hindleg kicks.

Friga stands and stretches on your right side, leaning her shoulder into yours. Then picks her way around the others to sniff at Zeus. Offended by her interruption, he flails onto his stomach and nips at her, one big forepaw thumping the ground.

She goads him into playtime, and you watch with the older pack members as they begin to romp. They tumble and grumble around you, heedless of bumping into any of the others. You laugh, bright and loud—

The back of your neck tingles.

You glance around, not even sure why. Until you see a figure across the field. He’s standing by the track where about two dozen men are jogging. Recruits, you guess. But he’s not observing them or barking orders. No, he’s clearly turned to face you. It’s too far to make out any features, apart from what seems to be an unusual haircut.

You quickly glance away, surreptitiously trying to determine if the man’s attention was on something else that happened to be in your direction. But there’s little else but you and the dogs in this field, the kennels noticeably off to the left.

Then again, someone sitting in the grass with half the K-9 unit is a bit unusual. He’s probably trying to decide if it’s something that needs investigation. You hope it’s not.

Still, you can’t shake the discomfiting sense that he’s looking at you.

You ignore him until it’s time for the dogs to go back - but that prickly feeling of being watched never subsides.

That night, in the guest room of your aunts’ house, the dreams take on new life.

It starts as it always does. A dark room. A lush bed. Silky sheets. Moonlight seeping through blinds like smoke. And him.

He’s behind you. A broad body so solid you’d think he was a wall if not for the heat. It’s so intense this time, like a wildfire raging out of control, crawling from his skin beneath yours. You sense more than feel the big hand around your jaw. Rough fingers clutch at the plush of your thigh. Hot breath fans across the back of your neck, rippling shivers down your spine.

There’s a voice in your ear. No words you can discern, just a thunder-deep rumble with smoky edges. Stubble scrapes the delicate skin of your neck and catches in your hair.

A thick, heavy cock is buried deep inside you, kissing the entrance to your womb. Your pussy twinges a sweet-sharp ache with each deliberate grind of his hips. He’s spreading you open to get as deep as he can, throbbing balls pressed up tight to your sopping entrance.

Your own hands are all but useless. One twists desperately in the sheets, the other clutches at the meaty swell of his ass. Pleasure upends anything like sense or thought, even hazy dream logic. There is just this man fucking you like he owns you, two of his fingers in your drooling mouth, petting your tongue. A ring clicks against your teeth.

“Found you,” he whispers.

You jolt, eyes flying open. The powder blue ceiling of your borrowed room greets you. You’ve kicked the cotton sheets into a tangled mess around your ankles, tiny shirt ridden up your chest. Your panties are soaked.

The taste of metal lingers behind your incisors.

It’s a busy day. For once, you’re free from the confines of your sad little nook. Aunt Kate must have taken pity on your sorry state the day before and has procured busy work. Files that need hand delivery, or physical reports for you to gather. You don’t care if it’s just something to get you out of the office, you relish the stolen moments outside between buildings.

If there’s a downside, it’s the glances you attract. Everything about you projects civilian, despite the access card prominently pinned to the lapel of your blazer. It draws curious once-overs at best and suspicious scans at worst – or speculative appreciation at the very worst. Every time a fresh-faced recruit or overly decorated middle-aged man lingers as you pass, you hear your mother’s voice again.

Don’t you know what those military men are like? Practically animals. I couldn’t possibly let you be exposed to them.

It’s long ingrained to keep your eyes forward, head level, and try to keep your hips from swaying as much as possible. You’re grateful for whatever bit of paperwork you can clutch to your chest, just to hide your figure and have something to do with your hands.

You’re picking up some personnel files from the infirmary, smile brightly at the receptionist as she passes them over. Mallory is only a couple years older than you, and she’s been working here a year already.

“Lunch in the mess today?” she asks, spinning a pen between her fingers.

“As if you even need to ask,” you tease. “Noon?”

“I’ll meet you there.”

She blows you a kiss as you leave, counting the number of files to be sure you have them all. Your eyes skim over one of the names, a white label on the folder fin. “MacTavish, J.” in blocky typewriter font. You shuffle them back into a neat stack and pivot for Aunt Kate’s office.

You’re not in the moonlit bedroom this time. A half-moon grins down from a starry sky, wearing smoky nebulas for lipstick. Beneath you lays cool grass and soft earth, rich and loamy in your heaving lungs. Petals blooming in the dark kiss your overheated skin, little relief for the burn in your veins.

The change in scenery is almost as dizzying as the man between your thighs. Almost.

But it’s not the dew-saturated breeze that muddles your bewildered thoughts. It’s the hot, wet, clever tongue lavishing your drenched pussy. He licks in broad stripes from your aching hole to your throbbing clit, only ever pausing to indulge a slow suck to the bundle of nerves, before resuming that hypnotic circuit.

One thigh is hooked over a wide shoulder, your heel dug into the flexing muscles of a broad back. The other is spread by a big, calloused hand, giving him unfettered access to the softest, neediest parts of you.

You mewl desperately, hand darting down to his bobbing head. Your nails scrape shorn stubble, eliciting a gravelly groan that sends electricity up your tingling spine. It’s nothing compared to the growl you earn when your fingers twist into the longer, soft strands at the top.

For the first time, you’re able to voice more than helpless moans and wanton whimpers.

“Please,” you sob softly, “please.”

You feel him smirking, a wicked curl against your fluttering cunt. Then he focuses the tip of that awful, dexterous tongue on your clit, flicking in purposeful little strokes.

M-A-

“S-so close,” you whine, hips twitching. He pins you flat, pace never faltering.

V-I-

You shudder as your pussy clenches and spasms, finally, finally—

You wake with a sharp sound, head spinning. Your orgasm washes away like the tide, leaving disappointment and exhaustion behind. You nearly scream into your pillow as you press your thighs together. Still half asleep, it even feels like you have beard-burn.

You’re in line at the mess with Mallory, listening to her complain about some rude colonel that just had to share his opinion about her acrylics. She does the best impressions, and you’re grinning and laughing as the two of you shuffle through the options. You’re reaching for a scoop of rice when the conversation behind you catches your attention.

“—came in a couple days ago.”

“The whole squad?”

“With Braveheart himself.”

A snort. “You better not let MacTavish hear you say that. He’ll—”

“Helloooo?” You blink at Mallory, who arches her brows and waves a bagel at you. “Want one?”

“Oh, uh… sure, why not,” you answer.

“Atta girl!” she cheers, tossing it in the toaster. “Carbs for days.”

You giggle but can’t help glancing behind you. The two men have already moved on though. Not that it was any of your business – or anything interesting. You’re not sure why that caught your attention. Men are just loud, you suppose, snatching a couple to-go packets of cream cheese.

As you’re leaving the mess, you happen to glance over your shoulder. A pair of sharp blue eyes catch yours from one of the tables. A group of men, just about to sit. Mallory tugs your shirt to keep you from clipping the doorjamb and you hurry after her.

There’s heat at your back. Not from a body this time, but a fire burning low and hot in a hearth. No, the body is in front of you this time, filling up your watery field of vision. Peachy skin and coarse dark hair, an old scar slashing across a sharp hip, miles of lean muscle.

Not that you have much opportunity to ogle with tears blurring your sight. The fat cock bullying the back of your throat makes it hard to do anything but choke. You dig your nails into a thick thigh and pull back, writhing your tongue along a puffy vein as you go. The leaking head rests on your drenched tongue as you catch your breath. Smoke and leather and musk saturate your lungs, cloud your empty head.

He smells so good; you don’t even like cigars.

A rough thumb caresses your cheek, a silent request for you to continue. You can practically feel the lust-drunk moans vibrating in his chest – so deep, they’re barely audible over the crackling fire.

You hiccup as deep a breath as you can manage and swallow him down again. He’s silky on your tongue, you sigh softly through your nose as the blunt head flirts with your gag reflex. You slacken your jaw despite the ache already crawling into the joint. Even then, your teeth scrape the base a bit, but that only makes him twitch against your soft palate.

“Look here, love.”

Your lashes flutter as you try to focus your gaze, scrolling your eyes up his body. Most of the details are lost either in the haze of desire or the vagary of dreams, but the blue eyes that greet you are sharper than real life.

You jolt back to consciousness with a dry cough, the scent of him still haunting your senses. You stumble to the restroom for water. Don’t even realize that you’re glancing in the mirror over your shoulder, expecting someone to be there, until you realize you’re alone.

Oddly bereft, you trudge back to bed and try to focus on the clean soap smell of your aunts’ detergent.

In moments like this, it’s hard not to blame yourself.

Not because you’ve done anything wrong, or even feel like you have. It’s because the situation is so frustratingly out of your control that it’s almost easier to tell yourself that one decision or another would have avoided this outcome. A sharper response, a frown instead of a smile, a different walking route.

(There’s also your mother’s voice, always. Saying to be smart, to pay attention, to not “put yourself” in a vulnerable position. You silence that voice viciously this time.)

Still, the fact of the matter is, there’s no personal choice you could have made to keep Corporal Callahan from cornering you in this supply closet. You just wanted a box of tissues.

“Look, I know you’re Agent Laswell’s niece, but I don’t see why we can’t go out because of it,” he reasons. As if that’s the reason you’ve been trying to gently dissuade his attempts.

“It’s not that—” you begin, shifting. He’s standing too close, but you refuse to back yourself any deeper into this tiny space. The doorway is right there, he’s just taking up all of it.

“Then just say yes,” he chuckles. His tone is all smooth and easy, meant to be charming maybe? “Just one date, that’s all I’m asking.”

Except you’re not asking, you think with helpless frustration. The sharp words get trapped behind your teeth, cutting up the roof of your mouth. Your heart is beating so hard and loud you can barely hear his “romantic” overtures.

“I’m not really…” You’re not even sure what to say this time; you’ve already told him you’re not looking to date. He’d said some vaguely predatory line about changing your mind.

In the absence of a finished statement, Callahan takes the opportunity to continue cajoling.

“C’mon,” he sing-songs, “I’m not letting you out of there until you say yes.”

You pry your jaw open, about to agree to it just for the sake of getting free. Deal with the fallout later.

There’s a rush of air and suddenly the doorway is empty. You briefly see Callahan against the opposite wall, face blank in unpleasant surprise. Then a big body blocks your view of him. Broad, bunched shoulders and thick thighs. A shock of brunet hair shaved close at the sides and long at the top. Your entire body locks up.

“You come near her again, they won’ stop findin’ pieces of ya, aye?” A growl, low and rough, Scottish accent thick. You shiver.

Callahan stutters something, a few garbled syllables through a strained and winded voice. You think you might hear “captain” in there somewhere. The bigger man shifts, you hear a muffled thump – Callahan hitting the wall again, you think. Then, with seemingly no effort, your savior tosses Callahan to the side like trash. He stumbles, catches himself.

“Away ‘n bile yer heid.”

Callahan flicks one last frightened glance your way then hurries off, proverbial tail tucked between his scrawny legs. You don’t even watch him go, eyes glued to the stranger’s muscular back. He rolls his wide shoulders, cracks his neck, and finally turns.

Familiar blue eyes pin you in place as he steps closer. The scent of cigar smoke and leather teases your nose.

A voice you’ve known for months rumbles in his chest. “Found you.”

Previous | TBC...

Masterlist

[hor3nee]

• Vows •

Gojo figuring out how arranged marriage works.

CW/TW: Fem! reader, Arranged Marriage, Heavy suggestive stuff, Mentions of virginity, Condoms?, Gojo typical flirting, Reader & Gojo ages implied to be very young (18-23), SFW (Lmk if I should add anything else!)

Characters: Gojo x Reader

AN: Part 2 of the arranged marriage fic. I will die on this bitchless Gojo hill.

• Part 1 Here • AO3 Link •

"You look as beautiful as the day I married you hon'." He says with his characteristic wide smile, proud of himself for that line. Even threw in a sweet pet-name, the kind girls like.

"You married me, like, two weeks ago." He should not be proud of himself for that line.

The silence is almost deafening after that, and Gojo hates the quiet. Can't stand it. He's not used to it, he's loud and obnoxious, he's self-aware of that though, part of his charm he says. Charm, he's got an endless bountiful of it, in his ego-ridden mind at least, and honestly, he's not wrong. There's absolutely nothing Gojo lacks.

Killing curses as though it's walking through a park, handing out checks like he's got an unlimited supply of them. A living breathing powerhouse, a god even, some could say. He's young, a very young man, but he's already hailed by Jujutsu society and about anyone with a semblance of knowledge of who he was, The Strongest.

Fresh into adulthood and he's already considered one, if not the most notorious man in Jujutsu society, the potency he holds is incomparable to any other. Handsome too. Fluffy pearl white hair, legs for days, a nice build, toned, keeps it all maintained effortlessly, genetics or the such he thanks for it. A flirt in nature, girls fawned over him, how could they not? An attractive dashing young man such as himself of course they do.

Never been with one before though. A woman.

He didn't date in his teens, school was grueling, he was the strongest and he was busy, always. He could get a girl all buttered up on words sure, he has one hell of a mouth on him... Couldn't actually ask one out though, or kiss one, or get laid by one. His experience with them is non-existent. Truthfully, Gojo is as virgin as a virgin could be, he seems like he lacks in nothing, but relationships? He's clueless.

Yet here he is, married. Weaved into a union with a woman. The papers signed, wedding ceremonies done, vows out and said. Sealed his whole self to another, to you. And as are you, sewn into this 'relationship' same as he is to each other. Orchestrated by the hands of Clan elders, arranged before either of you had met each other.

Fourteen nights of sharing the same bed since, living together as spouses. It's odd, confusing, Gojo who bathes himself in self-assured composure twenty-four-seven, hasn't the faintest idea how this works. But, he is Satoru Gojo, he's hot shit, and you haven't had any complaints yet. Even if you're only two weeks into marriage, he's got this.

Just like he's got everything else in his life, he's sure of himself. The two of you have slowly, but surely gotten more comfortable with each other. Gojo does well, friendly and welcoming by nature, albeit it can come off as cockiness, he brings energy into every dinner you two share so it doesn't feel jarring and off-putting eating with basically a stranger who you'd call your spouse.

The times you touch, comes off as natural. A smooth one he is, Gojo, craftically slipping his hand by your ear to tuck a strand hair, nudging you awake in the morning effortlessly so you don't get startled. The touch of your knees when you sit beside each other. It feels natural, he makes it feel natural.

To you.

But Gojo? His brain is working in overdrive, has been since the day he took you home from the wedding. He didn't realize it at first, still full of himself in ever-lasting confidence, but as quickly as the first two weeks of being newlyweds went by, so did the semblance of stability he held in his ego. Neither of you had even shared a kiss yet. That should've happened by now, right?

Fuck.

Wait, should you two have fucked by now? Lord knows he's thought about it, a lot, he's a young man stocked full of endless libido. And you are his wife, and you're pretty. Every feather-light touch he's managed to sneak in effortlessly you seemed at ease in, but he's been mentally reeling if it's too far. Too inappropriate, but then again you are his wife.

He's your husband, you two are literally married, living together, sleeping together. Sleeping together only, of course, sex feels like something in the distant future. He'd hate to pressure you, especially since you two are just starting out, technically already locked in, till death do us part, but truly just at the start of companionship with each other.

But Gojo, is impatient and a bit aloof. He's not gonna push for anything, but when he saw the condoms at the store and thought 'Hey I have a girl now!' what else was he supposed to do? Immaturity at its finest considering how he's now sat with you, and the condoms stuffed into his back pocket while you two sit on the bed and you'd just shot down his sad attempt at flirting. With his own wife.

"...Is there something you wanna tell me?" Your eyes are glued to your phone as you ask, but he notices they flicker onto him. He's staring, isn't he? You've gotten used to it, his eyes just have a mind of their own, he can't help it he always looks like he's glaring even when he's not, and after a week spent with you sharing a home with him, he can't help himself but look at you. You're beautiful. And you're his.

"Maybe." He'll settle for being a smug little shit instead, still staring at you as he speaks.

"Maybe?" You repeat, putting down your phone in interest as he clearly tries to lure you to talk.

He hums, shrugging innocently and crawling to your side of the bed, used to be his but the night of your wedding you unknowingly took that side and he's been letting you rest on it since. Seamlessly, he pulls his face to yours in a swift but not sudden motion, his nose almost budding with yours.

There's a shared glance, a look into his eyes as he looks into yours, and the density of the air in the bedroom suddenly shoots up straight to 100. Ticklish bouts of his breath fanning lightly against your cheek while he smiles at you, expression, as always, never faltering. But movements telling. He takes your chin by his narrow fingers. You hadn't even seen them move to grasp your face, too transfixed on the look in his palpitating eyes instead.

"Can I kiss you?" There's a second, a moment for you to think, drawn out by the way his voice glides through your ears as he asks. Two weeks together, vowed to one another and you've found yourself caught in his gaze alone. You're starting to feel it, the drum of your heart responding to him.

And so, you nod, his grasp on your chin so gentle you don't even notice it's there holding your face near his as you do. It happens quickly, but it feels like an eternity, a good kind, a soft sort of mere milliseconds between the nod of approval and him moving forward catching your lips against his. His lips are soft, lulling against you and though brief has you leaning into him for more, slouching into him like you're calling for him to caress, to feel more of him in the moment, and he does that, his hands moving to wrap around your waist, pulling you into him.

Once it's done and you two, in natural timing, pull away with a slight wet plop noise breaking the silence you can see it in his eyes. Desire, need, and maybe, just maybe, love. It's small but it's there.

He meant it when he said he liked you, then on that first night, purely by expectation, you're his wife. Of course, he likes you, you're supposed to like him, he's your husband. But two weeks in and he's understanding it more, what it means to like someone, to have them as yours. To have you as his. His dazed expression from a kiss alone tells you that, this is real. He's married and he just kissed a girl, the girl he's promised his life to.

"..Gojo-"  You murmur as he reels from the kiss and gathers himself, a goofy grin plastered on his hazed expression.

"Mhm~" He purrs at you, starting to get giddy.

"Are those condoms?" He blinks at your question, stare breaking from your eyes and your lips he'd left wet with his saliva he'd been caught up looking into, to where your eyes had turned to look. He follows your eyes and looks to see the box out of his pocket, crumpled slightly from him sitting on it, spilled open over the bed.

The rubbers are all over the bed.

His hands don't pull off the sides of your waist, and his smile doesn't falter. Instead, his smirk grows, and he turns back to look at you in the eyes again. Giddy expression is written all over his face, his fingers pulling you closer with ease, because you lean into it and situate yourself closer as he does so, responding to him.

"Yup!" Gojo Satoru has no room for shame. Much less with the pretty woman he has as a wife. Marriage, the foundation of family, what makes a house a home, as his elders told him, he's getting it now. Having you here only two weeks it's already starting to feel properly shared with you, his house, your home, both of yours home. 

[c0smoshit]

Winding down ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Link/reader ⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluffy stuff, nakedness and link being link // not proofread! ⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ He comes back home a bit roughed up and you decide to make his day better :) ⋆ ࣪. ��/ℕ ≫ I LOVE domestic Link sm😭 ⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.012

"What's up?"

Your sweet and kind of nostalgic tone, even though he was only gone for a couple of hours, echoed inside his ears.

"Hmm?"

Your head peeked through the kitchen door, making his pained heart ache even more inside his chest. You were just too cute to look at.

His feet draged him through the door and it didn't matter how much they felt terrible inside his shoes at that moment, he would walk all the way into the kitchen to greet you instead of sitting down for once.

His clothes were somewhat roughed up and he swore he could already hear you inside his brain, scolding him for ruining up the clothes you had just spent your rupees in.

He felt your lips moving, however, his brain was too sloopy to make out the words, now finally standing in front of you.

"What's up-"

Your words finally entered through his ears but they were soon caught on your throat as your mouth was now pressed on the junction of his shoulder and neck.

After the brief moment he gave you to understant the sudden movement you hugged him back, arms wrapping soothingly around his torso as you caressed his back.

It wasn't much of a surprise, really, Link could be the most energetic and effervescent boy you had met but he also could have his down times, the ones in which he was the one who needed to be codled, to feel loved and secure.

And there he was now.

"I'm making dinner, wanna wait for me at the table?"

At the sound of the word "dinner" falling from your tongue, his ears perked up, he sure was hungry after all the errands he had to run today. Nevertheless, it had became a silent agreement that everytime he saw you preparing food, he would help you out the same way a kid would help out his mother slopily as she prepared the food. Carefully watching out for the child not to burn themselves.

. . .

Now, he was chopping some carrots the way you had told him to, as thin as his calloused hands could chop. But actually, in spite of the roughness of his palms, he's pretty good at slicing thanks to his sword abilities.

Oh lord his sword.

You had now recalled him quite sad as he glanced at his sword, but you hadn't asked him yet. Maybe it was because he got it somewhat wasted? had he broken it?

"Ow!"

Blue eyes quickly darted to you, finding your face first as he saw you biting your lip in pain and the he found your poor redenned finger. You had burned yourself while you were lost inside your mind, great.

And, of course, he practically ran to where you were standing.

"Let me see it"

His tone lowered a bit as he stepped closer into your personal space, something you thought he wasn't the type to but he really likes invading it, even without knowing what it would imply.

Sure, he was pretty reserved and quiet yet, he seemed to love getting inside your personal space. Putting his hands on top of yours as he corrected your posture with his sword whenever you wanted to learn how it felt to be him. His breath fanning over your neck as he watched closely while you were working on the table, his head resting on top of yours as his chest was flush to your back while you were riding Epona.

Why had god made someone so handsome yet so naive to notice?

It really got into your nerves sometimes too. The stares, comments and even the obvious filtratious behaviours many girls and even boys made yourself feel pretty miserable.

Couldn't he really notice whenever someone was flirting with him?

Of course not.

Still, he noticed the way you grew closer to him whenever someone got too close to him, grabbing his arm in a protective way. Dragging him away from unwanted sales and offers, the way your mood would swiftly change after that.

He could be naive with others, but he knew you too well.

"Does it still hurt?"

Huh?

Your eyes glanced into his own that where waiting patiently for your answer before lowering down and seeing a cute rosy band-aid wrapped around your finger.

"Wha- No, no, thanks"

You spat out, cheeks flustered as you realized you had dozed out thinking about stupid questions meanwhile he was taking care of your finger.

"Thank you Link"

You finally finished before taking your hand off his own and moving your head foward, lips crashing tenderly against his cheek. A gesture you had done over a dozen times now, yet he couldn't get used to.

"Wanna talk it out on a bath?"

You suggested as you picked up his plate, he was already standing up to offer you some help with the dishes but he seemed to have frozen a bit at your suggestion.

But he just nodded his head like a joyful puppy.

Taking him inside the bathroom with you, you opened the tap water, putting the perfect temperature you came to know was his.

"You look tired"

Your lips moved as a cloudy steamy fog started to linger freely inside the small room, taking his face on your hands you looked worriedly at his weary eyes.

Nothing a comfy bath couldn't fix, you thought.

And he did too, he loved taking baths, ever since he had to adapt to your strict routine of winding off at least once every two weeks.

He really didn't know your hands masaging his scalp would feel that good, yet he was laying on the bathtub with you on his lap once again.

It had nothing to do with sexual activities, absolutely not. He didn't care if you were both butt naked, wet and laying on each other, it didn't feel that way.

"Rough day today huh?"

Nodding, he had to contain his blush as he heard your sweet voice, quite embarrassed to be rambling on about his day, he just wanted to hear you, over and over again. He always did, not answering just, listening to you as if he wanted to have your voice recorded inside his brain forever.

Your left cheek resting on his right shoulder as now only your right hand was massaging his scalp with tender and slow strokes, his own arms were wrapped around your body as you both were melting inside the warm water and heat radiating from your bodies.

"I wanna stay like this forever"

You mumbled out, your hand finally giving up as now it rested on his chest, nestled comfortably on top of him you sighed dreamily.

"Not just here, everywhere. Being with you isn't enough"

He chuckled, making you sit up and crossing your hands over your chest.

"Oh so that's funny to you?"

Although it didn't seem as he was making fun of you, he was just in cloud 9 right now, just giggling and smiling around.

"Well, then I should leave you here so you can laugh all you want"

You said with a not-so-hidden soft smirk on your lips, your hands grabbing the side of the tub as you began to lift your hips up.

"That's it, I'm-"

Suddenly you were back down again, this time firmly secured by two calloused hands gripping your hips, not letting you go freely (god how you loved his strenght)

You tried to frown, but his hands coming dangerously closer to your sides made you giggle. Of course he knew you were ticklish.

So he smiled devishly, fingers drumming on your sides as you trashed helplessly on his lap, giggles falling from your lips as you begged him to please stop.

When water started to spill out of the bathtub his devilish tricks came to a stop, his eyes searching dearily for yours.

Looking up to see your teary eyed face he couldn't help himself but to feel like a teenager again, seeing your pretty face soaked up as you gained your breath made him fall harder for you.

"That's not fair"

You said as you slumped back down over his body, not caring if it was going to give you cramps everywhere the time you two decided to slip out.

Hands rubbing your naked back made you shut your eyes closed, his chin resting on the crown of your damp hair as you both breathed out.

He finally was himself once again.

[purinfelix]

possibly, maybe i'm falling for you [ pt.1 ]- joao felix

summary: when you're asked to train the new barista at work, you don't think much of it until you realise something about him is winning over customers - and it isn't just his coffee. w/c: 1.3k

a/n: this was supposed to be a cute fluffy fic but i'm physically incapable of not writing (one sided) enemies to lovers for some reason

The tiny bell atop the cafe door rang softly, alerting you to the entrance of a customer. Considering that you weren't meant to open for another twenty minutes, you instinctively recited your practised phrases without even bothering to look up from the counter you were cleaning.

"Sorry, but we aren't open yet! You're free to come back in half an hour though, and we'll be happy to serve you then."

"Oh, sorry, am I at the wrong place?"

Well, that was definitely a new response - polite mutters of embarrassment, groans of annoyance and even fits of rage you were used to after almost two years of working here, but this was new. Looking up slowly from your counter you locked eyes with a tall, almost ridiculously handsome young man. His brows were furrowed in confusion but his mouth sat open in a half-smile, though out of embarrassment or amusement, you weren't sure yet.

"Uhm, sorry?" you said.

"I was told to come in half an hour before my first shift to get trained, am I at the wrong place or something?"

Shit.

So this was the new barista your manager had mentioned to you in passing the last time you had worked a shift. She had asked you to be the one to train him since you'd be the most experienced employee working that morning and even offered to pay you more than normal for it. "Though I'm sure once you get a look at him, you'll forget about the money," her assured words rang through your head, only now your feeling of confusion felt long gone. You had to give it to her, he really was good looking, though that meant little if he couldn't do his job correctly.

"Oh, right! You're ..." you started, trying to jog your memory for his name.

"Joao Felix," you'd be lying if you said you weren't endeared by how quickly he seemed to pick up on your words, "though you can just call me Joao."

"Right, Joao c'mon behind the counter and I can show you where to put your stuff."

He does as you say almost instantly, and as you take him through the basics - uniform requirements, where ingredients are, how to talk with customers - you're impressed by how quickly he picks things up. What you're less impressed by though, is the air of naivety he holds about it all. Doing things perfectly the first time around is one thing, pretending you don't know you're doing it is completely another.

"Now, this is the coffee machine which I honestly think you'll be more adept with than me," you laugh, and he does the same though much shyer, almost as if he's weary of accidentally insulting you.

"Well, I mean I've been taught how to but I'm not really a professional or anything. I'm sure you can't be worse than me."

"I mainly stay around taking orders and preparing non-coffee drinks. Milkshakes and smoothies are my forte, but this bad boy," you explain as you tap the top of the coffee machine awkwardly, "we don't get along too well."

He laughs again, louder and more sure this time and you instinctively smile. "Well, I hope you and I get along better then."

"Yeah," you say, a bit taken aback by how forward he is. "Anyways, that's pretty much everything I can think of, we'll be starting soon so if there's anything you have questions about let me know."

The rest of the morning shift proved easier than you had expected, though a new concern was raised once you realised most of this was due to Joao's uncanny abilities. Not only did he make amazing coffee, but he did it incredibly efficiently - wiping down as he went, communicating on orders and doing almost anything you told him. A small part of you was impressed, but more than anything you felt an immature irritation brewing within you at the fact that, despite it being his first day, he had racked up more tips than you had gotten all week. It confused you - surely his coffee wasn't that good.

"Will that be all today Miss?" you said to an older customer who was coming up to pay.

"Yes, but before I pay," she began, and your eyes widened as she pulled out a twenty-dollar note, "would you give this to that handsome young man over there?"

You were taken aback as you took the note from her, "him?" You gestured to Joao, who was busy frothing milk, though the two of you were the only ones working you had to be sure.

"Yes, his coffee was the best I've had in a while, and," she leaned in, "that face, why I'd pay double the price just to get a look at it!"

You blinked, bewildered, "I'll pass on your tip, thank you ma'am."

Of course. Why hadn't you realised it before? Sure Joao worked well, but that wasn't what had been helping him rack up tips - no, it was that godforsaken face.

"Come again soon ma'am!" you heard him call out as the woman left the cafe, but only you saw the shy smile spreading across her face through the window. Groaning softly you scrunched the note up in your hand as you walked over to him.

"Here, she left this for you," you said, your voice coming out sterner than you had meant it as you pushed the crumpled note to his chest.

"That lady?" God, you hated how clueless he could sound sometimes.

"Yes, she said to give it to you specifically - never mind that I was the one who took her order, wiped down her table, served her."

"Oh, well that's nice of her still, you can put it in the jar and we'll split it later." Somehow this selflessness only annoyed you further.

"Don't be an idiot, it's yours, plus I'm clocking off anyways."

You stormed off, pulling your apron over your head hurriedly, eager to get out of there. It was just your luck that a newbie comes into the cafe you'd been slaving away at for years, and almost immediately outperforms you. That alone was frustrating enough but the fact that he had the nerve to act so kind about it just felt like salt in your underpaid wound. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you emerged from the staff room with a huff. As you turned to punch out from your shift you saw Joao out of the corner of your eye tidying up the counter, straightening topping jars.

"You leaving?"

"Duh," you sighed, motioning to the clock, "my shift finished five minutes ago."

"Oh, well thanks for training me today." You felt your heart twist - despite how selfish it was a small part of you wished he would just stop being so nice to you. That way it might make it easier to dislike him.

"It's nothing, I mean it's my job."

"Yeah but still, I think you did a pretty good job," he smiled shyly.

"Alright," you sigh, beelining for the door - you weren't sure how much longer you could keep up this tantrum, and you were eager to get out of here before you said something too immature for you to mean it.

"See you next time?" The hope in his voice stopped you as you opened the door, the tinkling bell punctuating his words - half a sentence, half a question.

"Yeah sure, and hey just a tip," you turn to him, tone cold, "spend less time flirting with customers and more time actually doing your job."

You whipped your head around, regret filling in you almost as soon as the words left your mouth. Did you have any idea why on earth you would say something like that? No. Were you fully aware that what you just said might risk your job if Joao reported it to someone? Yes. Were you going to turn around and apologise to him though? Absolutely not, but the further you stormed away from the cafe the more you thought about the idea - because maybe then you wouldn't be so filled with regret as you did.

[thelonelyempath]

M!Crush x F!Reader: Pillow (NSFW)

THEME: Fluffy Smut

WARNING(s): Vibrator, Fingering, Assisted Masturbation, Blowjob, Cum

It was a nice, quiet, lazy afternoon.  Cuddled up to your boyfriend on your bed, you felt safe in his arms.  Every so often, he would put a soft kiss on your cheek or your temple.  He had never been in your bedroom before.  You'd only been dating him for a few months, and most of the time spent together was either out on dates or at his place.

"I love you, baby." he kissed your cheek.

"I love you too." you smiled.

He attached his lips to yours.  You could feel how much he loved you through the kiss.  He suddenly broke away just as the kiss was beginning to deepen, noticing a lump touching his lower back.

"What the hell am I sitting on?" he asked under his breath.

He reached under your pillow for what the lump he sat on could possibly be.  He pulled a purple object out, his eyes widening as he realized what it was.

"Whoa." he tried to stifle a laugh.

It was your vibrator.  You forgot you had hidden it under your pillow.  With your face now beet red from embarrassment, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you.  Sure, you loved him, but your relationship wasn't at that stage yet.

"Damn, baby." he fiddled with the buttons on your toy.  "I uh...I didn't know you had something like this."

"I mean it's...um...yeah...it's my vibrator." you were mortified.

C/N could see how red-faced you were.  He was trying his best to not make the situation awkward.  Or at least more awkward than it already was.

"Don't be embarrassed, my love." he kissed the top of your head.  "It's okay.  I jerk off too."

Your shame lessened at his attempt to comfort you.  He still had your toy in his hand.  He was clearly picturing you using it.  You two had never seen each other naked, let alone have sex.  You didn't even know if he was a virgin or not.

"Ya know..." he looked at you intently.  "the thought of you using this thing is getting me kinda worked up, babe.  What if I used it on you?"

You didn't know what to say.  He was so...forward.  Not that you were put off by it.  In fact, you were a little worked up, as well.

"Um...okay." you shyly obliged.

Your boyfriend smiled, once again attaching his lips to yours.  The way he slid his tongue in your mouth was angelic.  He was being so gentle with you as his hands messed with the zipper of your jeans.

"You okay with this?" he asked you, making sure you were comfortable.

You nodded as he pulled your jeans off of your body and tossed them on the floor, stripping his shirt off as he did so.  He was so muscular, so handsome.  He leaned down to kiss your thighs as he pulled off your panties, tossing them into the same pile as his shirt and your jeans.

"Wow," he smirked, running his fingers up and down your heat.  "you're so wet, baby."

It felt like roses when his fingers brushed against your clit.  You let out a quiet moan, which was melodious to him.  He placed the toy on your clit and turned it on.  There it was, that familiar feeling.  You hadn't masturbated in a minute, well over a week, and you kind of missed the feeling.  You'd never had someone else use your toy on you, though.  It was strange, but in an exciting way.  C/N watched your face as he held your vibrator to your heat, listening to every moan, every breath, and every whimper that escaped your lips.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

"Mmmm yes!"

You could see him starting to grow in his pants.  You couldn't help but be excited to see what it looked like once it was fully erect.  He was so focused on you and making you feel good that he wasn't even thinking about how hard he was getting.  As the toy continued to stimulate your clit, you saw him lick his index and middle finger out of the corner of your eye.

"Are you okay with me going in with my fingers?" he asked.

You nodded, still lost in the pleasure.  He very slowly stuck his two fingers in, immediately noticing how tight you were.

"Ooh," his eyebrow raised.  "you didn't tell me you were a virgin, baby.  Don't worry.  I'll be gentle."

The feeling of his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you hurt a little, but you didn't care.  You were already experiencing so much pleasure, so what was a little bit of pain to go with it?  Still, he was being so careful with you.  He wanted you to enjoy this as much as he was, and he was enjoying it a lot.

"Fuckkkk!" you breathed.

A short while later, you were almost at your high.  You felt like you were losing control, your walls clenching around your boyfriend's fingers as your toes curled.

"Ohhh C/NNNN..." you moaned.  "I'm cumming!"

"Let go, baby." he whispered.  "Cum for me."

And then, there it was.  It felt magical.  You whimpered as you climaxed, your body twitching from the pleasure.  C/N turned off the vibrator and licked his fingers again, winking at you as he did so.

"Mmm," he purred.  "so sweet."

You leaned back into your boyfriend as you gave your heartbeat a minute to slow down.  He put another kiss atop your head.  Dang, maybe him finding your toy wasn't such a bad thing after all.  But the boner he had was a mean one.  You palmed at his crotch, feeling how solid he was through the fabric of his pants.

"Fuck, baby." he softly said.  "My dick is so hard."

Without saying another word, you attacked his neck with your mouth, leaving dark love bites all over him.  It caught him off guard, but he loved it.

"Babe!" he laughed as you kissed down his body.  "I'm gonna be covered in hickeys!"

With your head at eye level with his crotch, you unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers.  It was a nice, pretty cock, definitely on the bigger side.  After giving it a couple big strokes, you closed your mouth around his tip and sucked on it.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, running his fingers through your hair.  "that feels amazing."

You took your time, gradually building on the pleasure for him.  You slowly took more of him in your mouth, until your lips were touching the base of his cock and his tip was grazing the back of your throat.

"God..." he panted as you started to bob your head up and down.

You had never done this before, but he seemed to like what you were doing, so you assumed you were doing a good job?  He was perfectly happy to wait until you were ready for him to be inside you, which you currently weren't.  But for now, helping each other get off like this felt like the right thing to do.

"Fuck..." he grunted under his breath.  "Baby, you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that."

What you heard was "keep going".  He leaned his head back and led out another deep moan.  With your hand, you played with his balls, which he loved.  He was on another planet altogether right now.

"Jesus fuck, baby." he breathed.  "How are you so fucking good at this?"

Minutes later, his moans and grunts became more animalistic.  He did not at all want you to stop what you were doing.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." he said between breaths.  "I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth."

As he pulsated in your mouth, he finally reached his high with a series of deep grunts.  You lapped up his sweet cum with your tongue and swallowed it.  His eyes were glazed over.  He must've really enjoyed that.

"Holy shit." he came down from his orgasm.  "That was so good, babygirl.  I love you so much."

"I love you too, C/N."

You nestled into him and rested your head on his chest.  You could feel his heartbeat slowing down as he held you tightly to his body.  He kissed your forehead and began to play with your hair.

"I can only imagine what it will feel like once we have sex for real, Y/N." he said.  "I bet it's gonna be incredible.  But for now, my love, I'm happy to wait until you're ready."

You looked up at him and kissed him deeply on the lips.  You didn't know how long it would be until you were ready to have sex with him, but if it was going to be anything like what just happened, you knew it was going to be something special.

[eggluverz]

danheng college roommate au 🥹

— HOT AND COLD

In which Dan Heng runs hot and blasts the air conditioner to keep cool, and you feel like you’re living in the arctic.

PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader

GENRE. modern au, roommate au

WORD COUNT. 1238

NOTE. and they were roommates :> ty for the idea anon!! it was vague enough so i kinda just ran with it LOL dan heng running the ac in this asian household? wild xD anyway pls enjoy!!

You had gone through this school year in relative peace with your roommate.

When the school year started, you were unable to secure on-campus housing in time and thankfully your friends found a social media thread of other college students living off-campus who needed someone to share an apartment with. Dan Heng immediately stood out of the crowd, solely for how handsome he looked in profile picture alone. Who needed other sources of credibility when they were pretty?

For most of the year, the two of you lived pretty separate lives. When you were home, you were usually in your room unless you wanted to cook. When Dan Heng was home, it was the same. And add the fact that he only exited his room during ungodly hours of the night, it was a recipe for never really bumping into each other.

It made you a little sad, naturally. You wanted to be close with your roommate and have movie nights and game nights, but he set the tone for wanting to live together, yet separate, and you found it simpler to adhere to his wishes.

But as the weather warmed up, as did your serendipitous contact with Dan Heng. For starters, right as winter came to an end and spring only remotely gave its warm greeting, you would see Dan Heng head to the living room and turn on the air conditioner while you were eating on the kitchen island.

As it grew hotter out, Dan Heng only lowered the thermostat more and more. Causing you to freeze more and more.

Now, you enjoyed living in a nice and temperate room like most people, but with how your roommate set the thermostat, your apartment was well below room temperature! Below freezing if you wanted to be dramatic. It was a little ridiculous how cold it was, in your humble opinion. Did he want to live in the snow?

One particular cold night, you came out to boil yourself some hot water for your hot chocolate and marshmallows. It may have been burning hot out, but inside was a winter wonderland, so you figured you may as well get in the mood. You had fuzzy pajama pants on, along with a longsleeve shirt and a scarf wrapped around your neck and a beanie on your head.

Just as you were about to go back to your room and wrap yourself under a million fluffy blankets, Dan Heng emerged from his room to head to the thermostat.

He paused as you walked by him, eyes widening at the sight. Dan Heng himself wore nothing but a pair of gray sweats and a black shirt. He stared at you for a few moments.

“Are you feeling ill?” he asked, one of the first words you’ve heard him say this whole month.

You shook yourself. “No! I’m feeling perfectly fine,” you said, voice muffled from the scarf that half-covered your mouth.

He blinked. “But… your outfit.”

“I’m just a little chilly, is all.”

He walked over to you with his arm outstretched. He brought his hand close to you and asked, “May I?”

You nodded.

Dan Heng lifted your beanie slightly and placed the back of his palm on your forehead. It was instantly warm to the touch and you wanted to place it right on your cold cheek to heat it up. He stayed in that position for a while, a look of deep thought on his face. “Hmm… Your temperature doesn’t seem to be of concern. It does seem safe to assume you’re not sick.”

“Yeah! I’m feeling fine. Just a bit cold, like I said.”

Dan Heng looked between his bare arms and your fully covered ones. He ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You looked at him, confused.

He elaborated, “I didn’t realize I was making the apartment unliveable for you.”

“No, no! I wouldn’t say unliveable. I’m cold, yes, but it’s nothing some layers can’t fix.” Besides, the two of you were lucky enough to live in an apartment that covered utilities for you. He could run the AC and heater on all day and all night if he truly wished.

Dan Heng shook his head. “I should’ve been more attentive to the needs of the other occupants. I’ll keep the temperature higher for you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you teased, noting the look of intense worry on his face. You took a sip of your hot chocolate and smiled at him. “But thank you.”

˖⁺‧₊˚❀˚₊‧⁺˖

Dan Heng was nothing but determined, it seemed.

You could tell the next day because instead of the igloo your apartment once was, it now became a sauna.

As you walked into the building after a nice walk outside in the hot sun, you were looking forward to the cool air greeting you. However, what you got was a blast of heated air blowing on your face.

You instantly fanned yourself with your hand as you called, “Dan Heng?”

You didn’t have to look very far because as you walked into the living room, you noticed him shirtless and slightly glistening, a book in one hand an a popsicle in another.

He straightened up as he heard you approach. “Welcome home,” he greeted.

“Hi,” you said with a sheepish wave, trying to keep your eyes off his well-defined chest muscles.

“Is the temperature more to your liking?”

You stared at him, your body and face growing warmer as the hot air continued to blow around you. For a moment, you considered agreeing with him, if only to commend his efforts. You noticed he was putting up with being comfortable if it would have made you more comfortable. However, you felt pretty miserable and you figured you would rather freeze than have the both of you melt inside your apartment.

“Not exactly,” you said, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your temple. “It’s hotter in here and outside, Dan Heng!”

His cheeks that were flushed pink from the heat turned even redder. “Perhaps I overestimated how warm you liked your living area.”

“I think you did!” You couldn’t stop the amused laughter from coming out of your mouth. “I appreciate the thought, but I don’t think living in a sauna is fun for either of us.”

He nodded in agreement. A drop of his popsicle melted and slowly made its way towards his hand. He briefly licked it before it could make a mess.

“I’m going to turn the air conditioner back on,” you said in amusement. “Maybe set it to a nice, room temperature.”

“I agree that would be for the best.”

You walked over to the thermostat and adjusted the temperature accordingly. You felt your body warming with each step. There was no way you wanted to stay in your apartment while it was still this hot.

“It’s going to take a while for our apartment to cool down,” you laughed. “Do you want to go out and get some ice cream while we wait? Maybe go to the beach?”

Dan Heng considered it for a moment, finishing up the small remainder of his popsicle. “I’d like that. We haven’t had much time to bond as roommates. Maybe this would be a good time.”

You nodded. “Something is telling me I’d really enjoy getting to know you more.”

He smiled. “I feel the same.”

“Let’s go have a beach day, roomie!”

[lexsssu]

Clear (Albedo)

TAGS: Albedo/Dragoness!reader, smut, pregnancy, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Fascinating. You are truly an anomaly that goes against all known laws of this world, but then again...you are not of this world so I suppose that does partially explain how you keep exceeding my expectations.”

You feel like a lab rat beneath the probing gaze of Mondstadt’s Chief Alchemist as he circled you, hands going a mile a minute as he recorded his latest findings about your ‘abnormal’ physiology. 

It was by pure chance that you found yourself at the Dragonspine of all places the moment you woke up in this world that felt the same, but was so different from your own. Though the blistering cold would freeze even the most hardy of adventurers or travelers, your former game avatar and now current body was seemingly immune to it. Like the monsters that called this terrain home, your draconic body warded off the cold as it produced heat that not only spread throughout your physical body but seemed to originate from your very soul. Being the researcher that he was while also being the first to stumble upon your wayward self, Albedo had taken it upon himself to study you.

“...Thank you, I think? ...Was that supposed to be a compliment though?”

“Affirmative. I had intended my previous words to be a compliment. Your body is truly a marvel to behold.”

Had he been any other person you’d have misinterpreted his words, but Albedo’s handsome face never strayed from its cool expression that stayed as pure and untarnished as the snow that piled high atop the peak of the Dragonspine. Still though, you were unused to genuine compliments due to being an ordinary wage slave with average looks before transmigrating to Teyvat so you couldn’t be blamed from feeling a little flustered because of his praise.

The alchemist disregarded the warmth that bloomed in his chest at the sight of the red tinge that splattered across the fullness of your cheeks, attributing the said warmth to your body basically being a furnace that it seeped into your surroundings and reached him because of his close proximity to you.

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“Big sister is the best! She plays with Klee all the time, takes me out flying, and she’s just as patient with me as you are big brother!” Klee gushed excitedly at Albedo, practically vibrating in her spot as she regaled him with tales of their various misadventures. “She’s so pretty too! And, and, and her hair is so long and fluffy that Klee could spend the whole day just petting her hair. Even Razor thinks she’s pretty!...And Kaeya & Diluc too!”

Albedo paused his writing at Klee’s admission, an image of you flashing before his eyes and reminding him of your said snowy strands that felt like the softest silk beneath his fingertips. He recalls how carefree and unrestrained you are towards him, caring not how...different he was compared to most ordinary people. 

So much mystery contained in a single person and yet for all your secrets, he finds that he doesn’t mind unravelling you piece by piece even if it revealed another facet of you that he had yet to explore. It was safe to say that you were not so unlike the Dragonspine, uncharted territory in which no man has yet to fully or even partially unravel its countless secrets.

Was it wishful thinking if he wanted to be the one to discover all your hidden sides?

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“To think that such a phenomenon is possible between creatures such as you and I...There are still many mysteries in this world that I have yet to discover the answers to,” a hint of wonder could be felt in his voice as he marveled at you, hands reverently caressing the small yet soft & firm bump on your stomach. “I do wonder if this child will also carry the aura of the stars which you possess…”

Even in the midst of coupling, Albedo’s tenacious mind couldn’t stop itself from functioning like the well-oiled machine that it was. As much as you loved him and all of his quirks however, an obviously pregnant and horny dragoness was not patient enough to allow her lover and the father of her child to simply pet her when he had his cock shoved inside her cunt. 

“Albedo-dear I do so love you, but if you insist on carrying on with your research while we’re IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING then I swear to all the archons in Teyvat that I will tie you down and fuck myself on your cock until I am satisfied. IS.THAT.CLEAR?”

“...Crystal”

[blackypanther9]

Nothing to be ashamed of – Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Trans!Male!Reader

TAGLIST: @juda-the-simp

WARNING!: Smuuuuuuut, Fluffy smut, gender dysphoria (mentioned), P in V, Oral sex, fingering AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

A/N: I hope I hit the mark ! I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be like this, I hope it wasn’t too disappointing ! I can change it if there is something wrong with this ! I think I got a bit carried away.

M/n was nervous. He was very nervous. He was in a relationship with Stuart Macher and William Loomis for a long while now. They knew that M/n was a man, no matter that he had a feminine body with the wrong gender, other people didn’t accept him like that though. These two, did.

They always beat people up that misgendered M/n on purpose, heck, they even killed them ! And after a long time...M/n felt ready to have his first time with the both of them. And it made him so nervous !

And the worst ? The boys noticed while they made out with him.

“Are you still sure you want to do this ? You are shaking, M/n, Love.”, Billy asked, while Stu continued to pamper M/n’s neck with nibbles and kisses.

“I am sure, Billy. Just...nervous.”, M/n replied with a flinch.

Gosh did he hate his voice...It sounded so pathe- Billy kissed him and tore M/n out of his hate for himself. He licked M/n lips gently, asking for entrance and M/n opened his mouth. While they kissed and nibbled on M/n, the male could feel both of his Lovers getting hard. M/n would lie if he said that he wasn’t getting wet and excited himself.

The boys took off their clothes and then M/n’s. What the male didn’t expect was that Stu and Billy were in no rush at all. He...liked that.

Stu continued to kiss and nibble on M/n’s neck for a while, while Billy slid down and started to kiss and nibble M/n’s legs and thighs. Soft, gentle kisses were placed on his skin and M/n sighed in comfort. This felt...nice.

Stu started to kiss his chest and Billy ran his hands up and down M/n’s legs, while he worshipped his stomach with kisses, nibbles and soft bites. M/n moaned and he could feel himself gushing from between his legs, it was almost hurting. But Billy didn’t dare to touch that zone yet.

“You are handsome, M/n. You know that ?”, Billy asked and kissed the right side of M/n’s hips gently.

Stu stopped assaulting M/n’s chest and kissed his cheek, while M/n moaned.

“Tease, both of you.”, M/n pouted, ignoring that compliment.

He was not handsome.

Stu gave M/n a mischievous look.

“You are so adorable, our handsome, unique Lover.”, Stu said.

M/n blushed deeply. Did they really mean it ? He was unique ? M/n let out a loud moan as Billy’s mouth started to suck on M/n left nipple gently. He looked at him and Billy doubled his efforts, determined to make it bruise as a mark.

“We will cover you in marks and make you understand that we love you the way you are, M/n~ When we are done with you, you will be the most happy man on earth~”, Stuart purred and then kissed him on the lips, swallowing the male’s moans.

M/n gave a loud, yelp like moan as Billy softly bit his left nipple and then let go, satisfied that it will bruise in a few hours, then he kissed M/n’s stomach again and sucked a few hickies into the male’s skin.

“We’ll make you so pretty and you might love it so much, that you will stop caring what other people say and think of you~”, Billy purred out and gave M/n a charming smile.

Stu released M/n’s lips from his and then started to nibble and suck on M/n right nipple, before he took it into his mouth and did the same thing Billy did to M/n’s left nipple. The male moaned loudly in pleasure and whimpered in slight pain about how his pussy reacted.

Billy looked at him with a soft smile.

“Does it hurt, Baby ?”, he asked M/n.

He whimpered and nodded.

“Do you want me to take it away ?”

Again M/n nodded. Billy hummed and then lifted M/n’s hips up, making his sopping pussy face him. M/n had no idea what he was planning, but he let out a loud moan as Billy dived into his boyfriend’s cunt.

“B-Bi-Billy~! Ha~!”

Billy took his time with eating M/n out. He licked his clit gently for a while, then plunged his tongue gently into M/n’s pussy, moaning at his taste. M/n moaned louder and his hole clenched around Billy’s tongue. It felt weird, but also so good.

Stu gave one last harsh suck, that made M/n moan loudly, then he let go and went back to his neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking on it, inhaling his scent and humping the mattress.

Billy could feel how close M/n already was and the three of them agreed that each of them cums at least once. Billy didn’t had the heart to delay M/n’s first orgasm, so he continued and rubbed the bridge of his nose against M/n’s clit.

“Ha~! C-Cumming~!”, M/n warned.

“Then cum for us, Handsome~”, Stu purred and then bit M/n’s neck gently.

With a yell M/n came onto Billy’s tongue and he lapped it up like a treat, helping M/n through his orgasm, then he retreated. M/n shivered but it wasn’t enough and the boys could see it.

Billy leaned down and kissed M/n, which the male returned, wrapping his arms around Billy’s neck. While the two of them had a heated make out session, with either M/n or Billy moaning into the kisses, Stu got busy with palming himself a bit and watching.

Stu really wanted to cum inside M/n, but he didn’t know if he was ready for that, so he didn’t ask either. He will be satisfied enough if he is allowed to cum onto him and cover his cunt from the outside.

As soon as Billy parted his lips from M/n, he got off and Stu started to cover M/n in some more hickies on the stomach, leg and chest area. M/n moaned and felt how fast his arousal was built up again, Stu noticed and smiled.

“Do you want my fingers or my mouth, M/n~?”

The male was unsure. Stu had a long tongue, but what would his fingers feel like ? Maybe another time...

“M-mouth...”

Stu nodded and positioned M/n and himself, then he dove in, like Billy. Stuart went deeper with his tongue than Billy did and he hit something that made M/n see starts and moan louder than before.

Billy chuckled and then kissed M/n again, who returned the kiss with a small whimper.

“I see he found our beloved’s sweet spot~ Keep hitting that spot Stu~ Our handsome Love feels really good~”

Stu listened and continued to abuse that g – spot of M/n’s, making him moan and tremble, rushing towards his second orgasm. Billy continued to kiss M/n, which made him unable to warn Stu as he came screaming into Billy’s mouth.

Stu, eager as he was, lapped it all up happily and then very carefully removed himself. He started to nuzzle M/n’s thighs and looked at Billy.

“Do you think you are ready for more ?”, Billy asked M/n.

“Like ?”

“Do you think you are ready to let us...enter you. Or is that a big no ?”, he asked gently to not spook him.

“You...won’t see me any different...right ? If I let you both...in ?”, M/n asked with insecurity.

Billy and Stu looked at each other and then moved, like they had a conversation in thoughts. Stu was by his side again, his left hand between M/n’s folds, rubbing his sensitive clit. M/n whimpered softly, while Billy slid a bit further down and gently eased a finger inside M/n, making him moan softly.

While Billy carefully worked M/n’s pussy open with his index finger and Stu rubbed his clit gently with the other, they looked at him lovingly.

“We will never see you any differently, M/n. We love you, in every sense of the word, we respect you and we wish to mark and claim you. You wanted us to be your first time, to take your virginity. We are more than happy to do so.”, Stu said with love and pride.

“Just because you have a different sex between your legs, doesn’t that mean that we see you as any less of our handsome, charming, enchanting Lover. It doesn’t matter what sex you have, to us. Nor should it matter to you. You are M/n L/n and you are unique. No matter what.”, Billy added with love.

Gently Billy added a second finger and then scissored M/n open gently, curled and uncurled his fingers, adding pleasure to M/n again, while he was also in tears from happiness. These two boys will be the death of M/n one day.

“O-okay. But...please be gentle....”, M/n said shyly.

“Inside or outside when we cum ?”

M/n was in thoughts but then decided to fuck it all.

“Inside.”

Billy nodded.

“Okay.”

With that he pulled his fingers out, making M/n whimper at the loss. His cunt was sopping, begging for more. Billy started to rub his cock against M/n’s slick cunt, coating it in his juices to make him slip in easier.

“It might hurt a bit, Baby.”

“I can live with a bit of pain.”, M/n replied.

Stu continued to rub M/n’s clit, to make his pussy ease up a bit. M/n was jerking slightly from the stimulation, but the boys held him in place. Ever so gently did Billy slowly enter M/n’s pussy.

M/n hissed slightly at the stretch. It hurt a bit, but he can deal with it.

“Say stop if you need a break.”, Billy reminded M/n.

“Go on.”, M/n urged.

Soon enough Billy bottomed out and M/n was surprised that it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Billy gave himself and M/n a small break to adjust, while Stu continued to rub lazy, slow circles into M/n’s clit. It relaxed M/n’s body slightly and whine that Billy wasn’t moving.

Billy groaned as he felt M/n clench around his cock and he looked at M/n, who seemed to be in bliss until now.

“Stu, stop playing with his clit, I don’t want him to finish without me.”, Billy said and Stu obeyed.

“Noo ! Stuey, continue !”, M/n whined as that pleasure was ripped away from him.

“Don’t worry, Darling. You will get more pleasure soon.”, Stu assured and kissed him instead.

M/n kissed back and Billy moved. At first it was slow and sensual, experimental too, but Billy found a spot and steady pace to get M/n worked up on soon enough.

“Ha~! Ah~! Billy~!”, M/n moaned as Billy thrusted in and out, hitting a sensitive spot over and over inside M/n.

Billy leaned down and started to kiss M/n and swallow all of his moans, while M/n swallowed Billy’s groans, feeling close. Stu just waited and watched, stroking himself in excitement.

“Are-ha~- you close~?”, Billy groaned out.

“Myes~”, M/n whimpered.

Billy nodded and rubbed M/n’s clit himself this time, making M/n moan loudly again and buck his hips up, which allowed Billy to get deeper inside him.

“Cum for me, Love~ I want you to cum all over my cock~”, Billy groaned out.

M/n whimpered and Billy kissed him while he continued to pleasure him. M/n got louder the closer he got with his moans and whimpers, then he came screaming into Billy’s mouth and he could feel how M/n’s juices were gushing around his cock. M/n’s walls tightened, his cunt sucking him in deeper and with one last push, Billy came deep inside M/n’s pussy, rope after rope, groaning into M/n’s mouth. M/n moaned again as he felt the warm, sticky liquid enter him.

Billy helped the both of them ride out their orgasms and as he was finished and knew that M/n calmed down too, he gently pulled out, which made M/n whine at the loss, but he knew they weren’t done yet and by how much M/n’s pussy twitched and begged for more, it he wasn’t done either.

Stu came crawling over and Billy watched M/n’s pussy intently, just like Stu. They both groaned, while M/n whimpered, as they saw Billy’s cum leaking out of his pussy. Billy couldn’t help it as he bend down and lapped it up, then kissed M/n’s clit and made out with M/n’s pussy. It was so much sensation, so much stimulation, but M/n’s body begged for more, even though this was his first time ever.

Billy’s lips touched M/n’s outer lips, his tongue inside his hole and lewd sounds were pulled from his pussy as Billy made out with his cunt. It was hot, it was sexy and M/n felt fucking good. It wasn’t rushed and he felt filled with love.

As soon as Billy was done, M/n was ready for Stu and he entered just as gently, with his right hand on M/n’s lower belly. He groaned as he bottomed out and felt his cock moving in M/n’s lower stomach. M/n whimpered and moved his hips, asking him to start to make love with him.

“I will mark you so nicely, love you so good, M/n~ You’ll never forget it~”, Stuart promised and then started moving.

Stu hit M/n’s G – spot with precision, he was gentle and slow, but his thrusts had purpose and meaning. This wasn’t rushed, nor was only lust speaking, but also love, care and a deeper understanding between these three. M/n was moaning while Stu groaned and praised M/n for being such a brave Lover to do this with them.

Billy was mostly busy with watching M/n’s reactions, in case he wanted it to stop. He was satisfied and just ran his fingers through their Lover’s hair and kissing him here and there, to let him know that Billy was still there and supported him.

It didn’t take long for M/n to be at his peak again with all the dirty talk from Stu and the doting from Billy. Billy’s kisses and his touches grounded M/n, while Stu was such a dirty mouth.

“Gonna cum so deep inside you, Baby~”

“Can’t feel you gushing around my cock like the eager boy you are~”

“You feel so good~”

“So tight~”

“So pliant~”

“Brave handsome Darling for taking my cock so well~”

“Can’t wait to fill you with my cum~”

Like, who wouldn’t get to their peak with all that filth ? Stu wasn’t far behind either, he flicked M/n’s clit a few times and he came screaming, cunt gushing around his cock. Stu moaned at the feeling of how M/n came on his cock and he knew he was at the edge. He grabbed M/n’s hips and then pulled him closer onto his rod, while he shoved inside as deep as he could.

M/n moaned a high pitched moan and bucked his hips to help Stu inside deeper, then he felt again warm liquid enter his pussy, Stu groaned and he gently rocked back and forth, fucking his cum deeper inside. Billy swallowed, finding it very erotic.

As Stu pulled out of M/n, after they were finished and both came down from their high, the two boys watched and waited for Stu’s cum to leak out. It was just a small trickle, which made Stu’s cock twitch again, knowing that his cum was in deep then.

Fuck...The two boys found that hot.

M/n looked at the two boys and they looked at him with immense love. He smiled at them. He felt truly loved and happy.

“Can we do another round ?”, Stu asked shyly.

Billy looked at Stu and then his dick, groaning in disappointment.

“You are still horny ?”, he asked.

“Don’t judge me ! So are you !”, Stu defended himself and pointed at Billy’s stiffened member.

They looked at each other and then at M/n. He swallowed, but opened his legs, encouraging them. Oh boy...this was gonna be a long night of love making for M/n, but he couldn’t ask for more. If Billy and Stu were always gonna be so sweet and caring with him, then who was he to deny ?

END

A/N: I think I fucked it up. Q-Q I should have left it at a cliffhanger. T-T

[vinsmokesangio]

neediness

pairing: taz skylar x gf!reader

summary: Everything is so intense at the beginning of a relationship and you couldn't be happier. After so long of not being able to connect emotionally with someone, finding someone like Taz was one of the best things that could happen.

warnings: 🔞 f!reader | fluffy, but still a smut because they’re young, naughty and in love. if you’re a minor, please DNI. small plot - maybe I’ll make it into a series (?) idk, let 's see.| penetrative sex, unprotected sex (reader use other contraceptive methods). mentions of blood period. cockwarming. No proofread.

P.s: This is just fanfiction. No disrespect to Taz.

word count: 787

Another typical movie night - which you both hold religiously every Friday - at your apartment or his. This time it was Taz's turn to choose, but let's face it, it was very difficult to concentrate on anything when you have a handsome boyfriend with a smile that always takes your breath away.

As you watch the movie on the couch, Taz caresses your hands naively, using physical touch as his love language. But it's the beginning of your fertile period, so any touch from him is already a warning and becomes a tease. His hands run down your thighs and you take a deep breath. It's really cute how sometimes he doesn't realize the effect he has on you, his naivety in those moments is funny. But he notices you shivering, and you clench your tighs together.

"Someone's needy today, huh?" He teases with a lil smile on his face and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Is it that obvious?" you chuckled, turning your body to face him. "It's not my fault if you're hot as fuck. I can't get enough of you, bae..." you whisper, caressing his tighs and he groans at your touch. His damn smile. God you're so lucky.

In a fast movement, he grabs your hips making you sit on his lap and you start moving it causing some friction between his bulge already evident. You're kissing passionately yet full of lust, between moans and some pauses to catch a breath. His hands go up and down your body, and you can´t take it anymore. You drop his gray sweatpants and your mouth waters at the sight of his member. He is looking at you with lust, mouth half open, waiting for you to touch him where he needs it most.

Thank godness you chose to wear just a t-shirt today, so you just put your panties aside and tease the tip of his cock at your entrance. You both moan at the feeling.

"y/n, stop teasing..." Taz said smiling, completely breathless.

"Needy and impatient today, baby?" you tease, and before he can answer, you end his agony by putting his member fully inside you. You both let out a loud moan, and you take a moment to adjust his size. Visual contacts are made all the time, increasing the desire between you even more. You start riding him while he grabs your hips to help you move, both now is a moaning mess.

It's passionate, intense, and naughty at the same time. You can't take your eyes off each other, and in that moment, Taz is sure that you are a goddess and the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. The way your hair sticks to your face due to sweat, your eyes closed and mouth half open showing the pleasure taking over you, it's as if the scene was in slow motion and he was drunk on love and desire. He can feel you clenching around him and he knows you're close.

"Just like that, let it go for me, love" he praises you and you bite your lower lip.

Just a few more thrusts so you both reach the orgasm together. You put your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath and he begins to draw invisible patterns on your back lovingly, also recovering himself. You stay inside him for a few more minutes, just enjoying the moment.

"Baby, I need to get up." he chuckles. "But it's so warm in here..." You face him with your best doe eyes. "You're perfect, y/n/n, did you know that?" He can't help but laugh and kiss you again and hug you.

"What if I do it all again, huh?" unexpectedly, you start to move inside him slowly again, and he looks at you surprised, but clearly enchanted by your neediness. Your eyes are full of lust and desire, and Taz swears he's going to heaven in that moment. How could you be so perfect?

"I won't stop you, love."

[vodika-vibes]

hi!! i saw that your requests where open and i wanted to request something for wrecker bc i noticed you don’t have anything for him yet!

i was hoping for a cute fluffy proposal for wrecker x gn reader please?

For Always

Summary: You’ve loved Wrecker since you were a child. Since the day his CT number appeared on your body, written in a messy hand on your collar. Luckily, he’s always felt the same way.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader

Word Count: 948

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: This is technically a soulmate AU. I had an idea and thought it was cute.

You stir awake at the feel of warm lips pressed against your collar, and you mumble something that might have been a name, if you were a little more awake, but just sounded like several letters strung together in a facsimile of a word.

There’s a low chuckle and you blearily blink up at the man half laying over you, “Morning, cyare.” Wrecker murmurs, his voice a low, and pleasant, rumble to your half asleep ears.

You yawn widely and stretch out across the bed, before you reach up to lightly caress his cheek, before your hand falls to his chest, where your name rests right over his heart. “Morning,” You finally reply with a sleepy smile.

He takes your hands in his and threads your fingers together as he leans over you, “Did I wake you?”

“I was already half awake,” You admit as you shimmy on the soft cotton sheets to press yourself as close to him as you can, “You’re up early, handsome.”

“Mm,” Wrecker hums his agreement, before he slowly lowers his head to press his face against your neck, “Have plans for today.” He finally says, his lips warm against your heated skin.

“Oh?” You squeeze his fingers, “Anything interesting?”

“Not really,” He moves his head so that his nose bumps yours, “Omega wanted me to go shopping with her today, and then lunch with my brothers.”

“Sounds fun,” You reply with a small smile.

“Well, Tech’s been in wedding mode since the day Phee asked him to marry her, so lunch is really us helping him hammer out the last details.” Wrecker admits, he presses a feather light kiss against your lips, “What about you?”

“Phee is looking at dresses today, and she wants me along to help. Since I’m stand in for her family.” You lean up to catch his lips in a heated kiss, which makes him sigh against your lips, “We’re also going to finally find an outfit for me today.”

“You’ll look amazing no matter what you wear.” Wrecker says loyally.

You laugh softly, “Phee tends to agree, she’s been thinking about what she wants me to wear, since they’re getting married on the beach.”

Wrecker finally releases one of your hands, but only so he’s able to trail his fingers down your bare arm, “Do you ever think about it?” He asks, his gaze serious.

“About what?”

“Marriage.”

You watch him, slightly surprised, though the surprise fades as you consider his words. “I’d be lying,” You finally say quietly, “if I said I hadn’t. But I’ve been thinking about it more and more lately.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You smile at him adoringly and press your hand against his cheek, “But I don’t need to be married to be happy with you, Wreck. I’ve loved you since the day your CT number appeared on my skin.” You pause, “Well, after I stopped freaking out about it not being a name.”

Wrecker laughs, like he does every time you mention the story of the day your soul-mark appeared. His grin is broad as he presses his forehead against yours, “I’ve been thinking,” He starts.

“Oh?”

“How would you feel about getting married?” Wrecker asks.

“Like right now?” You ask, your voice hushed.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but all of the ceremony feels a bit...excessive.” He admits, “But that’s Tech and Phee. We don’t need anything quite so big, do we?”

You hum thoughtfully as you consider his words, “I’d like to marry you.” You finally say, “But you’re right. The idea of being the center of attention like what Phee wants sounds like a nightmare.”

Wrecker laughs softly, “So we’ll do something different.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll workshop that with my brothers,” Wrecker admits with a grin. He kisses you one more time, “I actually have a ring.”

You blink at him, “You do?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t found it, to be honest.” He says with a shrug, as he sits up and reaches into his bedside table and hands you a little box. You sit up and open the box to look at the ring.

It’s simple, no diamonds or gems on it, but it’s been carefully carved so that it looks like his armor paint is etched into the metal.

You love it.

It’s so...him.

You grin at him, “It’s perfect.” You pull the ring out of the box and ease it on your finger, before you hold your hand out in front of you to examine how it looks on your hand.

Wrecker presses his chin against your shoulder, peering at the ring on your hand thoughtfully, “It looks good on you.” He finally says, his strong arm slides around you and he pulls your hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss on your knuckles just under the ring, “And soon you’ll be properly mine.” He murmurs quietly.

“I’m already properly yours Wreck,” You correct him with an adoring smile, “This will just make it legal.” You turn so you’re facing him properly, a bright smile on your face.

And then you yelp as he all but tackles you backwards, his lips hot against yours. A laugh falls from you, swallowed by his eager lips, and he pulls away and grins down at you, “Mine.” Wrecker murmurs, “All mine. Finally.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, tightly, “And you’re all mine.” You agree.

He grins at you and leans in to pepper kisses all across your face, “I don’t have to be anywhere for a couple of hours.” Wrecker practically purrs against your lips, “How about we celebrate our new engagement?”

His lips attach to a point against your neck, and you whine, “Yes...please.”

[suns-out-sleeps-in]

so @mako-neexu and @konu-d were talking about CoMC's valentines in fgo the other day and just how intimate it is compared to other servants so here's some delulu fluffy thirsting between the most lovestruck man in all of Chaldea and his beloved accomplice. I want you both to know I was literally up at like 4 am writing this in the dark because i couldn't get the idea out of my head and couldn't sleep. The edguda mental illness never stops.

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11:45 p.m. 2/13

The Master of Chaldea yawned before snuggling into the shoulder of the man beside her. She felt a warm, callous hand softly rub her forearm before a featherlight kiss was placed on the crown of her head. The Avenger beside her may claim to be beyond Love and Hate, but he is a man who is weak to the whims of his Accomplice. A simple request of wanting cuddles from her Avenger and the poor, uxorious man caved embarrassingly easy. Blustering defiance fading at her adorable pout and a devasting critical hit when she padded the space next to her, he resigned to his fate and fell next to her on her bed. Swaddled in the warmth of his cloak laid on their laps, the two of them were indulging in reading short yet romantic excerpts, fitting for the season and at the absolute insistence of a certain playwright, further goaded by an incubus who shall remain anonymous.

Edmond would later deny such assistance was required, yet did not leave without a recommendation from Murasaki, whom he did not put up as much resistance as the others. A gentleman to his core since he did not turn his nose up at her, unlike the men in the room.

Ritsuka sighed, willing time to go faster so she could give her Avenger his gift. Why can't the date change already? Sure, there is nothing truly stopping her from gifting him the chocolate she painstakingly prepared for him, in all honesty, he probably already knows about it. He does nearly always reside in her shadow underfoot, plus he seems to have an uncanny ability to predict her thoughts. If she were to ask him about it, he would probably show her that infuriatingly handsome smirk that he knows makes her heart skip a beat and tell her, "It's my duty to know you greater than anyone else, my dear. For I am not only your co-conspirator, but your lover as well. Your heart and mind have been laid bare, thus I, by extension, must respond in kind."

She glanced at the clock on her desk. 11:49 p.m.

Suppressing a very obvious groan, she buried her face once more into his clothed chest, willing her flaming expression to fade. She had decided to focus her attention on something else to pass the time, but her gaze naturally fell back on him. He had abandoned his usual attire for more casual loungewear, well, casual to Him, was still somehow a nice-looking lace up white shirt and black trousers reminiscent of the time period he "lived" in. Osakabehime would undeniably accuse him of cosplaying as a Victorian vampire, which would earn a glare from both Vlad and Carmilla. But really, Ritsuka understood her completely. If anyone besides her saw him wear this attire, he would certainly draw unwanted attention to himself.

She shouldn't be surprised, though, he's the same way with his Summer wear, but he can't deny the happy little kitties adorning his pool float. Adorable, really.

She was so lost in thought that she almost missed Edmond lightly tapping her cheek to bring her back to reality.

'Master.'

She was lightly startled back to attention only to be met for a brief second by gold before feeling pressure against her lips, a momentary gasp allows the man to slip his tongue in and strengthen the kiss. Ritsuka briefly tenses at the abrupt change in atmosphere, one moment soft and domestic, the next steamy and charged before relaxing and letting him lead. Cushioning her head with one hand, he maneuvers the two them until she falls back onto the pillow and continues the absolutely searing kiss. She effortlessly fell into step with him, their kisses like dances only they know the beat of. One of her hands reaches for his deceptively soft white locks and lightly tugs him closer, a clear sign to any man for more, which he happily provided.

She can feel the bond flowing between them, magic and mana cascading and crashing into each other likes waves against rocks on a shore. If she wasn't so used to providing emergency mana to her Servants, it would feel like he was intentionally trying to steal her very soul away.

She finally pushes him away from the kiss to inhale precious oxygen, her Avenger loyally follows her lead, her hand falls away from his hair to instinctively cover her burning face. She can only imagine what her face must look like right now, practically vibrating with anticipation and can all but feel her own pupils shift into hearts, but that smug smile on his face gives her the impression that he would do it again in a heartbeat. The look in his eyes tells her there's nothing he'd rather do than take her breath away with another passionate kiss.

Damn him, seriously. Doesn't he know just how fragile her heart is when it comes to him? Bastard.

"Ritsuka."

"C-count?"

"Have you awakened from your daydream, yet?" Is he serious? He quite literally stole her very breath away and he's asking that? Ritsuka rolls her eyes before answering him.

"No, I'm still lost in the sauce." Wrong answer.

"Very well." Edmond chuckles lightly before leaning down to kiss her once more. She is, for once, faster than him and places her hand on his mouth to cover his lips while bracing her other hand against his shoulder.

"W-wait! I'm obviously kidding!" She feels his teasing grin spread against her palm and understands he is messing with her. Jerk.

He moves her palm to the side and places a chaste kiss against her pulse, closing his eyes and seeming to savor her excitement. "Too bad, you still seem quite dazed to me." The heated look in his eyes when he reopens them betrays his calm tone, oh how she could lose herself in his gaze, no matter if it's when his eyes are blood red or shining gold, the cross-shaped pupils that strike fear in others only serves to ease her worries and stress.

"And who's fault is that?! Seriously, what was up with that kiss? What prompted the make out session?" She is helpless to the smile and playfully exasperated tone that colors her voice when it comes to him.

"Is that not what lovers do to show their affection to one another?" His smirk is as sharp as his shadows as he leans down to plant teasing kisses on her neck, causing her to moan and expose more of her neck to his ministrations. Her arms naturally wrap around him, encouraging him to let his weight fall on her and pin her further to the mattress. She knows she will end up with hickeys, as Avenger tends to have some bite to his kisses, but she can't complain when he usually shows no remorse towards his love.

"A little warning wo-" Ritsuka briefly glances off to the side and notices her clock with bright red numbers, 11:59 p.m. "Aah! Hold that thought!" She hates to pause such a nice moment of passion but time waits for no one. She pushes her Avenger back onto his haunches, surprising the man enough to let out a startled grunt of confusion and allow her to scramble towards her nightstand. He can't help how his gaze falls on her legs and behind, turning his gaze away lest he become too excited by his subtle bias.

Subtle, yeah, right. He unconsciously chastises himself for how remarkably unsubtle he is if people knew what to look for.

Ritsuka finally pulls out the box she had set aside and gazed at the clock, letting out a happy squeak at the time showing 12:00 a.m. 2/14.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" She held the dark green package wrapped in white and gold ribbon to her dear accomplice with such a look on her face that reminded Edmond briefly that, despite everything, Ritsuka is still a young woman, full of love, full of life. A young woman who gazes at him like he hangs the sun, moon, and the stars, when he thinks it's the opposite. Chasing the star that lights his path of hell and shadows, clinging to her light with an iron grip and resolve. Willing to overturn the very cosmos in her name.

"What is this, Ritsuka?" The Count feels his very gaze, sharp edges of revenge ingrained into his heart, soften at the bashful blush adorning her face in pinks and reds.

"It's chocolate, though maybe you know it better as cacao. It's tradition to give the person you like sweets on the 14th of February, and I wanted to make sure I gave you yours first." He takes the box from her hands and admires the packaging for a moment, touched that she chose colors specific to him.

"Did you prepare these yourself?" He opens the container with a small 'pop' and takes one of the dark chocolate pieces. "Beni and Tama Cat helped me get the taste right, but other than that, yeah. I know it's not super fancy but-" She is cut off with a kiss, longing and sweet unlike earlier. It surprises her again but this time ends quickly as Edmond speaks.

"Don't discourage your efforts, my dear Accomplice. This is more than I deserve, so please take pride in yourself." Ritsuka is right in that she is no master patisserie, but even one as corrupted as him can taste the love and effort hidden in the sugar and sweetness of cocoa. It nearly overwhelms the Avenger with feelings he long thought buried, but that she can effortlessly pull out from the depths of heart. The soft, loving look on his face invokes the man he used to be, one who had yet to experience that hell of 14 years. The young sailor who hadn't known betrayal and faced the world with brimming promise. Did Mercedes and Haydee feel the same as her? Mercedes, the one who loved him as Edmond. Haydee, the one who loved him as The Count of Monte Cristo. She thinks, no, knows she will love him as Her Avenger. For as long as time allows them to be together.

"Alright, you win, Count." Her head falls back onto his shoulder with a light and airy chuckle of resignation as she fights back a yawn. He counters with a chuckle of his own as he brings his hand up to pet her hair and nuzzle closer.

"It's late. You should rest, for tom-, er, today brings chaos and revelry that must be met with full faculties." She huffs at his stutter before letting her eyes close and burying herself even closer to him. Though his dark flames burn and poison everything around him, he gladly wields them to keep her warm and safe.

"mmh...Stay with me?" Ritsuka feels the last of her consciousness slip into a dream as a loving kiss is placed on her temple, unaware of the glimmer of cyan invading his gaze as he vows to guard her dreams for another night.

"...Of course, my star."

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I completely forgot I wrote this in a half manic, sleep-deprived state like a month ago lmao

woe, fluffy edguda be upon ye!

actually for extra mental illness I'll tag @zeravmeta since I know they are an edguda shipper too so we can all be insane together! 😁

[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction Descriptions

Hello everyone! I figured a master post on how I see each of the members for Animals Without Direction would be smart this way we're all on the same page.

Each of these aesthetic pictures are a rough description of their outfits. They're not exact by any means. Take each one with a grain of salt. Most of the pictures are a lot fancier/over the top than how I see them.

Bang Chan

Jarl of Miroh

I always picture Chan with his natural curly hair as the Jarl. He's always put together but has a very relaxed air and vibe to him.

If he's ever wearing his armor, it's simple, yet very regal-- he is the ruler of the land after all. But most of the time that we see him, he's in a casual tunic and slacks.

Lee Minho

Jarl's Advisor

I went back and forth on Minho's hair for this fic for a bit. But I settled on his longer brown hair. Specifically his brown hair that hangs in front of his eyes a bit rather than parted in the center.

Minho is always put together in this fic. You will not catch him in casual clothing. He is always in darker armor/fancy tunics. He takes his job as Chan's advisor extremely seriously.

Seo Changbin

Commander

Very much your typical Changbin look for this fic! (I'll take any excuse to post the right pic of Changbin, look at those biceps DAMN.)

I always had this specific armor look in my mind for Changbin; I need this man's biceps out in battle. I can only picture the Skyrim Steel Armor when I write him in this fic, I can't help it. Additionally, I just know he would have beautiful gauntlets on his forearms.

Hwang Hyunjin

Court Mage

Hyunjin's MAMA hair is just SO Elven I cannot get over it. His appearance was the easiest for me to settle on. Look at him in these pictures and tell me he doesn't look like a fire mage.

Hyunjin's always in red mage robes with fancy clothes underneath. Like Minho, he is always put together. There's never a wrinkle to be seen in his clothing. Picture something like this but with a hood as well.

Han Jisung

Court Diplomat

Fluffy brown haired Han Jisung has me in a death grip. I keep leaning back and forth between a darker or lighter brown, so just imagine somewhere in between these two looks for him. In his more relaxed moments, his hair will be on the curlier side.

As the court diplomat, he typically is just in fancy clothes that show off his status. You'll never see Jisung in armor, he doesn't really know how to fight nor does his position require any fighting skill.

Lee Felix

Court Healer

Blond mullet Felix says 'Elven' the same way Hyunjin's MAMA look does. Add the blue contacts on top of that and it's perfect for this story.

Felix's wears restoration school robes during the day and while he's working in the Healing Ward. But when he's not 'working' he's in a casual tunic and trousers like Chan usually is.

Kim Seungmin

Court Rogue/Assassin

Another look I went back and forth on, but I settled here. I thought about it a lot, but typically when I think about him in these scenes, he has his choppy bangs that hang over his eyes.

Now, his rogue armor in my mind does have a lot of embellishments/leather straps/buckles. I know he himself usually goes for plain outfits and clothes, but he's also very practical and knows what he needs when he goes out on jobs. He needs all those pockets and hidden sleeves for items.

Yang Jeongin

Jarl's Squire

Jeongin in the story has that boyish handsomeness to him that you can't quite put into words. He's not a child anymore by any means, he's grown and an official squire to the Jarl but he still has his naïve moments as he's still learning.

Jeongin's usual armor in the training yard is something more casual and easy to move in; something you would see most guards wear. But then, in battle, his armor is definitely something more eye catching and elegant. He has to show off his status among the other soldiers.

[sixties-girl]

Are you lonesome tonight in Vegas?

Plot: You are in a trip to las Vegas because Elvis was going to offer a few concerts the same days you were there. You were feeling kinda lonely but that night you would get some good company to your side.

(It is mostly a fluffy thing and I tried my best to keep it free of orthographic mistakes).

--How fun! We will sure have a great time there.

-- Yeah, yeah, in special in casinos, hopefully I win some deal ‘cause then I could end up like Nicolas Cage in that movie.

--Damn Rodrick, if that is the case, we will better keep you far from those casinos- coments Joe giving a smooth elbow to his friend.

5 friends and one destination: Fabulous Vegas, or Sin City as it is use to be called. In fact, your friends wanted to go mostly to sin going to casinos wasting all their savings(in the best of the cases) in slots machines or russian roulettes while they already had a few cocktails.

Meanwhile you, you had nothing to do with that, you just were in their plan because Elvis Presley was going to have a few concerts in the International Hotel from las Vegas the same days you will be there.

It was summer of 1969 and he barely had cameback to stages a year ago with his Special Comeback TV special. You were in your twenties and you have been his fan since your teens thanks to some secondary school friends but you were excited to see him performe live after all that decade just recording some movies here and there.

The thing is that you were the only one of your friends who wanted to go to see him so you would go by yourself. Once in Vegas evening and with all your stuff already in your hotel rooms, your friends left you in the International Hotel and tell you to call them later.

You enter by yourself and wow, the space is all full of people, some smarter dressed than others. You are lucky enough to have a spot so close to the stage.

Lights turn off and there he is. He even looked more handsome in person, you were delighted by his physical appearence and the way he moved around that stage.

His black satin suit also helped to hug his torso perfectly fine while his singing live was incredibly good. He is now singing “Are you lonesome tonight?” which described perfectly how you were feeling that night.

You giggled because it seems as if he was pointing you while singing this sentence of the song and you would nod just in case he noticed it.

When the shows comes to an end, you are so excited and yet so sad it already ended this great time you had in his concert, not ready for going back outside to face Sin City but before you thought about it, a random man approaches and says:

--Hello young lady, before you leave, would you like to meet Mr.Presley more personally?.- you can’t believe him, is some kind of joke?

--If you are trying to get me I am sorry but I don’t have time for that.- before you turn around, he grabs you shoulder.

--I am being serious, he wants to meet you right behind the stage, just follow me!

You doubt but you don’t have nothing to lose after all so you follow him wherever he leads you.

You arrive in front of a door, it says “dressing room”. The guy knocks and the door opens, and yes, it is opened by Elvis Presley.

--E, here she is...what is your name?.- you are in shock right now, even trembling a little bit of meeting him that close.

--I-i am, y/n.

--You are a bit nervous, aren’t you? Don’t worry honey, I am sure that once you will know me better, you will really relax.- Elvis smiles right at you, gosh, he really knows how to captivate you.

He grabs you around your waist and invites you to enter inside. Once there, you just take sit on a random couch while you watch him lightining one of his characteristic cigars. He is staring right to you, directly to your soul:

--So y/n, I will ask you here and again, are you lonesome tonight?.- he does the last part singing it. You giggle at that.

--Yeah, I am, none of my friends wanted to come with me to watch you performe.

--Oh really? Where are they now?,- he sits right next to you, that makes your heart skip faster.

--I don’t know, probably all drunk and with all their savings wasted.

--That doesn’t sound very nice, I don’t think they are the best company for a sweet and beautiful girl like you, don’t you agree?.- he puts his arm around your shoulders, what is he doing?

--Well, to be honest, I didn’t like their plan since the beggining, I just wanted to go to your concert because I have been a fan of yours since I was a young teenager.- you give him a sweet smile that melts him inside.

--Very good girl, how old are you honey?

--I am 23.- you feel how he is getting closer and closer and you don’t know if to stay or walk away.

He nods and then takes your chin up for meeting those beautiful blue eyes of his.-- You know, since I saw you on stage I instantly wanted to meet you, you are not just a very pretty girl but also a sweet and smart one and you shouldn’t be around this city all by yourself, more now that it is all dark, so.--his face is very close to your ear and lowers his voice, almost like a whisper.-- Would you mind if I made you some company tonight?

You shiver at his suggestion, is he really meaning what you think he is meaning? Elvis had always this fame of womanizer having some affairs here and there, even now that he is married and recently became a dad.

Still, you actually needed some company, otherwhise you will have to manage to go to your hotel and you didn’t want to deal with your friends sequels of “living las Vegas”. He has been treating you good until now as well.

--What happens my girl? Don’t you want to spend some time with me? I won’t do nothing you don’t want to if that is what worries you.- he gets a bit apart for giving you some space but you grab his hand.

--No! It is okay Elvis, I would rather stay here tonight with you than anywhere else.- you get closer to him. This is actually a dream for you, you just felt a bit overwhelmed, that’s it.

--What a relieve to hear that, you really got me scared doll.- he hugs you tight.-- Maybe we should go somewhere else, to get some fresh air.

--You are right, but where we could go?

--I know a place that I am sure you will be amazed with but I have to ask you something first.- he looks attentively at you.-- Are you scared of heights baby?

--A bit, yes.- Elvis stands up of the couch and grabs your hand while you get up as well.

--Don’t worry, you can always hold on to me, I will catch ya’.

He seems very convinced to bring you wherever place he has in mind. You get out of dressing room, facing some glances, probably thinking you were another one-night stand of his.

You get inside an elevator from the International Hotel and Elvis presses the highest level button.

When the doors open, you find yourself in a huge terrace, quite crowded because there is some kind of event going on. You observe a little scenario with some band playing on the background as well as a large mini bar table on the right where people order their drinks.

On the left there is a balcony with beautiful and yet imposing views from las Vegas, and in the middle there is even a little swimming pool! You are so amazed that for a second you forgot that Elvis is talking right to you:

--Doll.- laughs a bit.-- That stunned are you by the place that you forgot about me?

--Maybe.- you say a bit teasing.-- But seriously, this is incredible Elvis, thank you for bringing me here.

--I suggest we get some drinks first, I think I haven’t drunk since I performed.

--Good idea.- and you both go to the mini bar. You order a piña colada for you while he takes a glass of cola. He looks at your drink curiosly:

--What is it?

--Piña colada, is one of my favorite cocktails ever, would you like to try some?.- you sip a bit of it.-- It tastes good, other times they would just put me too much alcohol.

--I don’t like alcohol in general but I will just try it for a bit.- he takes the drink and shows a surprised reaction in his face.-- Yeah, not bad, it is very sweet, now I understand why you have this sweet essence in you.

You blush at his answer while you sip more from your glass. He really knew how to make compliments, no wonder why women were in love with him.

Elvis takes your hand and brings you right in front of the balcony. While being there he pases one of his arms behind your back and holds you there:

--I told you that I would be holding you, remember sweet thing? I think I should call you my little piña colada.- he laughs at his own wisecrack.

--Why not piñita? Means little pineapple in Spanish.

--Really? It really suits you this nickname, so yeah, my sweet piñita that I just met today and made my night better.

You giggle with how cute he says the word piñita. He holds you closer with his arms and you look at him up while he takes your chin up. You can’t stop looking at those eyes of his and this time you don’t feel any nervous anymore as in the dressing room. He gets closer to your face and whispers:

--I would like to taste more of that pineapple and coconut flavors, could I get some more y/n?

You get shocked because it may be the first time he actually called you by your name after calling you by lots of nicknames. Suddenly you feel his lips on yours ones. Elvis starts kissing you in a gentle way, sweet you would say.

You close your eyes for feeling better that kiss of his that starts to be more passionate and needy, as if he had been waiting all night for this moment. You feel his tongue exploring your whole mouth while both your tongues weave together.

You start gasping a bit since you start feeling the lack of air but you can’t stop, this kiss may be the best one you ever had.

You notice how his hands go lower from your back, is he grabbing your ass in front of everyone else? Yes, he does.

You feel more the lack of air and you let him notice it, getting apart from you:

--Did you like it my darling? I dare you did looking at your face right now.- you feel your cheeks hot, hot because that piña colada was taking its effect, hot because that kiss left you wanting more and hot as well because some people were looking directly at you both.

--I did, you are a really good kisser Mr.Presley, and a naughty one as well.- you give him a flirty look.

--Naughty? Oh my lovely piña colada, you have barely seen the tip of the iceberg of how naughty I can actually be. I can show you a lot more than this y/n.

The situation was getting out of handle. Despite you were enjoying this flirting with Elvis, you knew that in whatever moment you could end up in his suite and the rest would come over.

At this point, you just were really tired after the whole journey to las Vegas and the concert and what came later after that. You yawn a bit and he notices it:

--Are you tired baby?.- you nod at his question.-- If you want, you can sleep at my place, the bed is huge so there’s enough space for both of us.

You look at him not trusting too much if it is a good idea to enter inside “his territory”.

--Plus where would you go anyways? I can’t leave such a sweetie like you in a place like this, all by yourself.- he looks at you with concerning eyes.- I promise I only have good intentions with you.

He is right though, you don’t have nowhere else to go and paying one night in this hotel is quite expensive for your own pocket.

You agree in going to his place after all since tiredness and the last effects of that cocktail weren’t helping you so you both go straight to the elevator.

You go down a few levels and walk through the long corridors from the building. He makes you stop in front of a door that opens and lets you enter first.

Wow, he wasn’t lying when he said that the bed was huge. And not just that but the whole room felt expensive.

But that was the least important thing. You quickly get off your shoes, that were killing you at this point, and lay down on that bed.

--Gosh y/n, you really were looking forward to lay down, didn't you?.- he laughs while approaching where you are lying:

--Hm, I wasn't lying when I told you, it has been a harsh day for me.- you yawn while you turn your face to the pillow.

--Oh no pretty baby, you can't hide that gorgeous face of yours yet.

--I can't keep my eyes opened anymore Elvis.- you murmur down the pillow.

He gets up for turning lights off and gets to lay next to you, hugging you from your back.

--Good night piñita , I hope you rest well and that you didn't feel lonesome tonight.- he whispers to you ear. You laugh softly since his whisper has given you tickles.

You wished him good night as well. He couldn't see it but you started smiling, not believing yet who was spooning you. Definetly you weren't feeling lonesome that night anymore.

I hope you enjoyed it! :)