#i cut off the juicy bottom half to see how it looks

[jeriafterdark]

In the North, there's a beauty, stunning and singular.

One look confounds a city, a touch dooms an empire.

(Cloud treats the audience(?) to a dance)

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[crabsnpersimmons]

Crabs this is Noa you need to help me I'm in love with your restaurant AU I need more I love food and you combined it with the dca I can't I ca

Uhh what's in the menu? :D

HEHE ME TOO NOA!!

legit every meal i have is inspiration for this AU 😂

as for the menu, welllll most of it is based on Hong Kong style cafe foods (because that's what inspired me at first), but the specials change regularly and go into many different cuisines.

the boys also specialize in different things too:

Sun specializes in healthy, nutritious meals. he’s also the most interested in learning all about food, from farms to cooking methods. if you ask him to surprise you, he’ll discretely scan you and determine what your body needs and will cook something accordingly.

You are surprised as a bowl of soup appears in front of you, held by a gold hand. You follow that hand to it’s owner—meeting Sun’s blank eyes staring down at you.

“I… didn’t order a soup,” you stutter.

“You appear to be low in iron today,” Sun responds in his monotone voice before turning away, then adding, “There is more if you need it. It's on the house.”

Without a further word, Sun returns to the kitchen.

The smell of the soup wafts to your nose and you decide to dig in. It’s a fairly clear broth yet surprisingly flavourful—the kind of soup that takes more than a day to properly steep and simmer to extract all the flavours from it’s ingredients. Despite that, the soup was clear of any dregs at the bottom—just the way you like it.

You feel your face warm—from the soup or from the attention, you’re not entirely sure.

You might take his offer for seconds.

Moon specializes in everything indulgent! juicy fried chicken? the cutest pastries? he loves them all and he’s always experimenting with new recipes. sure he recognizes the importance of a healthy meal, but sometimes you just need a boost, yknow? food is more than fuel, it can be something to be enjoyed.

When you stepped into the restaurant that morning, Moon could already tell you were off to a rough start. He watched from the kitchen window as you ate your breakfast, staring dryly at your phone.

And then he had an idea. Ooooohoohoohoo, clever Moon!

“Gooooood morning, starlight,” Moon walks over to your seat at the bar table. “How’s your breakfast? Would you like some dessert with it?”

You groggily look up from your phone, and nod, barely registering what he said. Then before you know it, Moon is gone and back again with a warm plate of french toast.

Moon wasn’t kidding when he said dessert—the toast is thick enough to be a cake! When you cut off a manageable bite, you realize it’s actually two slices of toast, sandwiching a gooey filling.

You take a bite and you’re surprised by how delicate and rich it is. The toast melts in your mouth and leaves behind the aroma of butter and eggs and the delightfully chilled sweetness of condensed milk coats your tongue.

Your expression must betray your reaction, because you see Moon smiling back at you so sweetly.

Eclipse is the main front of house, waiting tables and charming customers. and he’s also the barista, preparing a variety of drinks (and sometimes putting on a bit of a show while doing so). he can cook as well, but he leaves it mostly to Sun and Moon.

You have no idea how you got here. You decided to stop by the restaurant, only you forgot that today was their day off. However, you’ve learned that the chefs live in the apartment above the restaurant, which explains why Eclipse found you and let you in.

Now you were seated at the empty bar table, while the charming barista prepared you a drink.

“Here we are,” Eclipse gently places a glass in front of you.

Based on the colour, the ice, and the straw, you take a guess, “Iced coffee?”

“Half correct,” Eclipse chuckles and pours himself a glass as well. “It’s one of my old boss’s favourites. It’s called ‘yuenyeung’, a mixture of milk tea and coffee.”

“Oh, so ‘yuenyeung’,” you grimace at your butchered pronunciation, “means ‘tea-coffee’, I guess?”

Eclipse smiles. For the short while you’ve known him, you have learned you do not trust that smile. “No, ‘yuenyeung’ refers to a pair of mandarin ducks that look very different, male and female. They’re a symbol of conjugal love—a pair of two different elements coming together as one.”

You freeze as Eclipse chuckles and clinks your glass with his. “It’s more fragrant when it’s served warm, but it’s too hot for that today. I’ll save that treat for a day you need the warmth.”

He’s right. It is too hot for this today. You take your glass and sip on the straw, Even chilled, the aroma of black tea, coffee, and smooth milk is strong on your tongue.

Even after downing your entire glass, you still feel too hot.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Indulged

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, knife play, daddy kink, mentions of rough sex

(A/N: I just… needed to get this out of my system. Unedited. I wrote this in like 30 minutes okay 😭😭😭 Please like, follow, and reblog with commentary 💜 ✌🏾)

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He’d started out by whispering, “are you sure about this, Baby?”

To which you’d enthusiastically nodded

There was no turning back once you started especially after you’d begged him for this

Even before you were together you were practically putty for him the moment you saw him wielding a knife

Weren’t even supposed to be on the same side as him, but there was just something about it

Of course you were going to ask for this eventually

And as he cut one side of the fancy frilly panties you’d bought for this occasion, you knew you’d made the right choice

“Ah,” the soft moan left your mouth as he bit his bottom lip

Surprising himself by how turned on he was

Dick straining against the zipper of his jeans belt buckle already undone as he watched the lace snap back

One side of your pussy coming into view looking delectable as fuck

Fuck he can’t believe it took him so long to even do this

He can’t believe how long he even spent fighting his attraction

Afraid of hurting you until he found out that’s exactly what you wanted

If anyone even knew what the teams sweet little secretary had been up to

That you were letting him cut a pair of panties off of you with his knife

Letting him run the blade up and down your semi exposed cunt

Shaking underneath the touch of metal

Chest heaving with need as he went to the other side

Falling back as he did the same to the other “Daddy!” You whimpered with your eyebrows all screwed up

This time he teased it, not ready to just let you have it

Felt like he needed to savor the moment

“Please,” you whined

Bucky chuckled, half smile on his face

Could see the mess you’d left in the crotch of your panties wanted to taste you so bad but too stuck on this

Knew that if he didn’t put his dick inside of you soon he’d end up cumming in his pants and he didn’t need that

Finally he cut the other side

Your oans getting louder as finally the fabric fell away from you completely

Leaving you exposed and ready for him

Juicy pussy in perfect view

Could have stopped to play with your pretty little clit, but he just needed to…

“Fuck,” he found himself groaning as he rubbed the dull side of his knife up and down your slit

You quivered, head going back letting out a sob

If anyone could hear you they’d probably think he was already balls deep the way you were acting but no

His nasty girl didn’t even need that

He was pretty sure you were close as is

Hell seeing your wetness on his knife was making him feel like he couldn’t wait any longer

Setting it down on his night stand so he could finally fuck you like he wanted

Pulling his dick out of his pants so he could push into you

Shit he doesn’t think you ever felt this tight

If all your fantasies were going to be so hot, he’d have to start just giving in

If his babygirl liked it rough, he was definitely going to indulge

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t

[daddy-suguru]

i will simply pass away if you write something like that with choso

anonymous - asked a question!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ jealous!choso, fucking in a strangers bed, caught, fingering, teasing, begging, embarrassment

It’s disrespectful and downright nasty what Choso has been planning to do. Ever since that asshole kept flirting with you half the night Choso kept his peace. While planning to make you squirt all over that prick’s bed. To make sure he got the message you will never be interested.

Biting down onto your neck and pushing your dress up around your hips. Before moving his large rough hands to your thighs. He pushes up by your sides, with his large body taking up all the space in between.

Choso lets go of your neck, kissing the bite mark he made. Before trailing kisses along your neck as you ask, “Should we fuck in the bathroom instead of on Harry’s bed?” Smirking against your neck while he softly massages the inside of your soft thighs. His hands slowly drift closer towards your pussy.

He tells you, “Wrong name on your lips, you want to cum on my cock, don’t you? You are going to be my good little princess let me fuck you where I want.” His hands are so close to pussy, rubbing soothing circles into the inside of your thigh. While your protests become forgotten easily because of the hazy tingly high that’s already clouding your mind. And all you can think about is your boyfriend looming over you in the darkness.

Choso adds, “I know my pussy wants me right now mama. She is just begging for my fingers isn’t she?” He touches your pussy lips and you whine. While he softly chuckles before saying,

“So needy that your whimpering from just me touching your soft lips, so fucking cute mama. Every single whine, moan, and scream you make is for me, isn’t it? Because you need me so damn bad you can barely stand it.” He pulls out his phone and turns on the camera’s light comes on as Choso records slipping two of his finger past your lips.

It’s seconds before he is rubbing your sweet spot with both of his fingers. Causing you to moan, “Nnngh yours all yours, always. Chosoooo, please your pretty pussy wants to cum on your fingers and cock. Ngg Chooosonngnnchosoo need you to cum in me, she’s hungry for your thick cum and fat cock.” His palm rubs against your clit.

The way you whimper his name makes his cock throb and his balls ache. While his jeans become uncomfortable. And thoughts of taking his pants off to rub his cock between your soft thighs fills Choso’s thoughts. Alongside how pretty the inside of your pussy looks painted white with cum. He tells you,

“Look at how your pussy takes my fingers, mm does it feel snug sexy mama?” He slowly spreads his fingers apart while you whimper. And he groans as your pussy splits showing him how pink you are inside.

He looks up at you; the light casting up enough onto your face that he can see you biting into your bottom lip. He says, “Such a pretty pussy looks better covered in cum. Mmn so tight around my fingers, my sweet pussy needs my cock to milk. Doesn’t she?” He closes his fingers and pumps them inside you.

The loud squelch of your juicy pussy filling the room made Choso groan. He says, “That asshole could never be so lucky to get a sweet pussy like mine.” You smirk and ask him,

“Are you jealou-” The light cuts off and Choso cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours. Biting into your bottom lip while you whimper. Before he lets slip his tongue into your mouth. His large hand resting on your throat, he breaks the kiss and says,

“How could I be jealousy when I’m going to bounce you on my cock with the tight grip I have on your throat when we get home?” With every word he squeezes tighter, while he fuckers his fingers faster. Taking away his palm and rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb.

Grabbing his thick forearm with one hand and sinking your nails that he got done a few days for seeing how pretty they looked while wrapping around his cock. And how good they feel when they dig into his skin.

The pressure building between your legs threatens to snap at any second. While the bedroom door opens up and the light from the part on the other side fills the room. Giving the person who opened the door a good enough view of you squirting all over Choso’s fingers.

Harry curses, “What the fuck Kamo!” While Choso doesn’t bother looking at him. Instead keeping his attention on your trembling figure beneath him while he slips his fingers out of your pussy. Holding his fingers up to your lips and telling you,

“Clean them.” Wrapping your lips around his fingers. Your soft tongue swirls around his fingers while you stare up at him. With big round eyes filled with embarrassment and lust for him which is winning out.

Choso looks Harry dead in the eyes as he tells him, “She’s mine.”

[takenbypeter]

Happy Anniversary

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 1257

Author’s note: did I rewatch moon knight, dress up, and eat a delicious cheesecake to celebrate a year of Steven Grant? Yes I did.

There was that feeling again. That feeling of uncertainty and a little bit of doubt flowing through your brain while you surveyed yourself in the mirror. It was your one year anniversary with Steven and you had originally planned on going all out for a new outfit.

You had pictured it, a deep long purple dress with a floral pattern. But of course with you not managing your money the wisest, in the moment that dream was now crushed and you now found yourself staring at a familiar fit that you’ve worn maybe a few times before. Instead of the floral pattern you traded it for something more…plain.

Currently you were wearing a deep blue off the shoulder blouse that hugged your torso before fanning out at the bottom sort of like an hourglass. The sleeves were long and they got bigger as they traced down your arms all the way to your hands. Underneath that you wore a simple long black skirt that was pretty straight cut. Over the blouse you wore a black corset belt just to tie the piece together as well as a black headband and moon tassel earrings.

You knew you looked good but it just wasn’t what you were originally planning. But it was what you had. Before you could do another fit check your phone dinged and you peeked at the screen.

“He’s early,” you said, cheeks already tugging upwards at the thought of the man. Sending a quick, ‘coming down,’ text you grabbed your purse, shoved your phone, as well as a few other essentials in it, pulled on a pair of black heeled boots and took off.

Practically running down the stairs you make your way out your front door and that’s when you spot the familiar curls. He stood with his back to you wearing his long black coat.

From the top of your doorstep you gave your outfit a final brush at the skirt as well as a tug on the shirt before you started walking towards him, and at the sound of footsteps drawing closer he turned around and that’s when you got to see that face you loved so dearly.

Well at the sight of you Steven’s innocent eyes widened, his cheeks lifted slightly as his eyes then shifted from your face all the way to your shoes then back up again. It was a small moment but it was enough to make you bashful, Steven was not one for silence so the fact that he hasn’t said anything yet was a new thing.

After a moment it seemed like you would have to be the one to break the silence, “hello handsome.” That seemed to wake him up as he snapped back into usual self.

“Oh my stars,” he immediately wrapped you into a warm tight hug. You loved his hugs, they were always long and full of genuine love and for more times than not you found yourself wanting to stay in those arms.

“Sorry about that,” he pulled away from you but kept his hands on your shoulders keeping you close as he maintained eye contact, “you just look absolutely stunning. Perfect.”

You can’t help but smile and he grins even wider. You adore this man, he always says the right thing even when he doesn’t know it’s exactly what you needed to hear. “Oh, happy anniversary,” he says, and you quickly step forward slightly to peck him on the lips, “happy anniversary,” you reply before you take his hand.

“Come on, we don’t want to miss our reservation. Plus I want to try that amazing vegan dinner you had when you went there.”

“I was there one time, and quite a while back. For all we know I might’ve been exaggerating how good it tasted.”

You smile back at him, “I’ll be the judge of that.”

And you were.

The meal was delicious. Juicy food, exquisite drinks, the only thing Steven wouldn’t let you order was a dessert claiming he had something special for you back at his place, to which you initially booed but quickly got over, mind occupied with what the something special could be.

Despite your best efforts in paying for the meal or even half, he of course paid for the whole meal and you claimed to get the next one to which he agreed. After that successful dinner you two were back on your way and soon you were standing behind him while he pulled the keys out to his quaint apartment that you’ve stepped foot in many times before.

Allowing yourself in he followed after you closely watching waiting to see your reaction once you saw his little gifts that he had left for you to find in the middle of his bed. It took you a few steps before you finally saw it.

In the middle of his mattress was a big round pillow and on that pillow sat a purple bear that wore a white sweater much like Steven did occasionally. There was a box as well that looked like it was from a restaurant which is what you assumed to be the dessert, and then there was a white envelope that had a tiny heart in the center.

“Oh Steven this is adorable,” you exclaimed picking up the fluffy stuffed animal, the scent of lavender immediately hitting your face from.

Next reaching for the box, you opened it a little catching a peek of the cheesecake that sat inside. “Oo looks yummy,” you shut it before reaching for the letter. And once opening it you took a moment to read it in silence. In it Steven went on about how content and lucky he is to have met you and how he’s happy you’re in his life and he can’t wait to spend more years with you.

It was a very sweet letter and you found yourself finishing it with a hand to your chest, “this is beautiful Steven, thank you.” You reached up to bring him to your level as you hugged him.

“It was nothing really. I’m just glad you like it.”

“Like it? I love it, oh! Lemme get your gift now.” You set your gifts back on the bed while you go to your bag pulling out a small box.

“It’s not much, but it’s something.” Steven already thanks you as he reaches up to undo the bow that has the box sealed. As he lifts up the top of the cardboard you add, “if you don’t like it just let me know I’ll get you something else.”

Steven’s eyes peer inside and then he pulls something out of the box. In his hand was an Egyptian monument pyramid display, it was a little statue featuring sixteen miniature gods.

“It’s not much, it's just something, you know?”

“I love it, thank you.”

Your muscles relax at his words, finally finding comfort in them. “Thank me? Thank you.” Again you wrap your arms around his waist, and he sets the display down on the nearest free spot so he can match your position, “thank you for an amazing anniversary, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he leans down and you two meet halfway, pressing your lips together in perfect harmony until you separate, smiling from ear to ear.

“The nights not over yet we have a cheesecake to enjoy,” Steven says tugging you back towards the delicacy.

And let me tell you, that cheesecake…

That cheesecake was the best cheesecake you have ever tried in your life.

Did I stay home all day, watch moon knight and eat a cheesecake all by myself? Yes. Yes I did.

Happy mooniversary everyone and have a great night ✨🌙✨

[rillils]

OK BUT STUCKY LIVING TOGETHER WITH THE AVENGERS AND BUCKY LOVES TO WEAR FLOWER CROWNS AND OTHER NICE AND PRETTY STUFF AND AVENGERS THINKING HOW CUTE BUCKY IS AND BEING "DISGUSTED" (not actually tho) ABOUT HOW DISGUSTINGLY IN LOVE STEVE AND BUCKY ARE AND BUCKY DENYING THAT HES CUTE AND HIM DOING A CUTE POUTY FACE AND THE OTHER AVENGERS THINKING THATS CUTE AS WELL ALL THE WHILE STEVE IS STANDING THERE JUST WATCHING HIM WITH THE ABSOLUTELY BIGGEST FRICKITJN HEART EYES EVER AND AND YEAH

NONNIE, OH NONNIE MY LOVE, GOD BLESS YOU SO SO MUCH, DARLING 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I don't know if you're the same lovely nonnie from the Thor + jealous Steve ask (if you are, then I thank you not 1000, but 2000 times!! 😘😘😘), but either way I LOVE YOU and thank you for bringing such preciousness to my inbox 💕💕💕 I simply adore this trope, and indeed I think this is one of the million opportunities the mcu wasted - so here, I wrote a silly little thing for you that I hope you will enjoy :3

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The popcorn kernels hit the bottom of the pan with a happy little tinkle, all tin-tiling-a-ling, spilling like summer hail out of the box. Steve barely hears the sound over the sudden burst of laughter coming from the living room, which – and here comes the pleasant surprise – is the baseline soundtrack of all their game nights lately, and he finds himself grinning along with it as he turns the stove on. Who knows, maybe Lucky went hurtling straight into Tony’s house of UNO cards again.

“Aw Barnes, you’re so cute, man,” Clint – of course it’s Clint – slurs through a mouthful of– possibly a pizza pocket. Could be a coupla pigs in a blanket getting shmooshed in there, though.

Bucky’s reply comes through gritted teeth and positively dripping with indignation. “I am not. Cute.”

Oh yes, ooh yes you are, Steve’s brain supplies instantly, and he steals a quick glance (do 37 seconds still qualify as quick?)– a quick glance towards the couch, where Bucky’s currently demonstrating his Eternal Glower of Profound Betrayal. Dark brows pulled tight together, pursed lips just entering the Hardcore Sulking stage, icing sugar caught in his stubble, and the sight alone makes Steve’s heart feel tender and juicy like chicken thighs after six hours in a slow cooker. Could pull him apart with a spoon, he’s so sweet on the guy.

And God but is Bucky cute; cute doesn’t even begin to cover it. In his new fluffy sweater with the kitty prints, the neon-green pj bottoms, and his arms and legs crossed stubbornly in a full-body pout, he’s just about the cutest thing Steve’s lucky, lucky eyes have ever seen.

He’s wearing his second-favorite flower crown, too – a half a wreath of the most delicate fake cherry blossoms that make the steel blue of his irises pop like goddamn fireworks on the fourth of July. The first time little Cassie caught sight of Bucky in that, she dubbed him an Actual Princess, very earnestly adding that he looked, and dare she say it, prettier than Rapunzel, thus producing the loveliest shade of bubblegum pink all over Bucky’s cheeks – a color which Steve has been trying to recreate, with much patience and dedication, with the loving touch of his fingers and the filthiest words he can fit in his mouth, if only to see how far down Bucky’s body he can get it to reach.

In other words, yes – he’s very much on Clint’s side on this one.

“The man’s right, Barton, he’s not cute,” Sam chimes in, his toothgapped grin all but glinting with mischief. “I believe the word you’re looking for is adorable.”

Amen to that, brother, Steve thinks to himself, just barely remembering to cover the pan before the popcorn starts popcornin’ right into his face.

“Fuck off, Wilson,” Bucky replies, helpfully illustrating the anatomy of a middle finger for Sam’s special benefit.

“Excuse me,” Tony pipes up, one UNO Reverse card tucked behind his ear and two more balanced precariously on top of his multi-story card tower, “I would urge all of you people to consider a true evergreen. The all-powerful, the all-encompassing, the one and only: precious.”

A chorus of cooing noises erupts across the room, rippling from body to body all around the coffee table, until Scott’s arm is shooting up, phone a-wiggling in the air.

“Wait wait wait, I’ve got one– JARVIS, if you please?”

There is a beat of silence. Then the AI’s voice echoes through the entire floor, somewhat mortified.

“As per Mr. Lang’s request, I submit for your perusal an animated Graphic Interchange Format, depicting a small child with cartoonish features, who appears to be holding an overlarge stuffed toy in the shape of a unicorn. The script beneath it reads, It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die.”

The GIF in question starts playing on loop on every screen available in the room – including the one that occupies the entire length of a wall – and the little crowd immediately explodes in a symphony of cackles and excited “Yes!”s and “Spot on”s and “Look Barnes, it’s you!”.

“I hate all of you,” Bucky grumbles, seemingly resigned to his fate; but Steve doesn’t miss the amused twinkle in his eye, nor the subtle curl in the corner of his pouty mouth.

Bucky’s gaze finds him, bright and beautiful, and they exchange a long look across the living room’s open space – intimate, somehow, even over the ruckus caused by their merrymaking friends.

And it might be the popcorn beginning to knock into the lid under Steve’s hand, but there’s something here, fizzing in the tips of his fingers, tingling at the base of his neck; something bubbly and sweet filling up his chest, that he just can’t keep a lid on tonight.

When he sees Nat perched on the backrest just behind Bucky, tugging on his half-braided hair and pleasantly threatening, You move your head again and I’ll bite your ears off – and Bucky drawls out a soft little Sorrey for her, but he keeps grinning up at Steve, his eyes like the shimmer of sunlight on clear waters.

When he finds Clint trying to stick fridge magnets to Bucky’s vibranium arm even through his fuzzy sleeve, then dragging Sam into it too like Hey man, check this out, and from there it’s all about how many times they can spell ‘DICK’ on him before Bucky notices and shoves them both off the couch.

Even when Thor interrupts his Mario Kart showdown with Bruce to offer, “Personally, I find it quite a dashing look – although in my experience, fresh flowers improve it tenfold. STEVEN! You must provide your beloved with fresh flowers for his hair every day! It’s tradition!”

And amongst all the snacks laid out before him, the teasing smile on Bucky’s lips is still the only thing Steve wants to taste tonight.

“You hear that, Steven?” Says his beloved.

Steve adores him. Steve would worship the ground his green-socked feet walk on. “Loud and clear, baby.”

Ohh, it’s worth saying it just for the lovely blush it puts on the apples of Bucky’s cheeks, rosey pink and delicious; and maybe, yeah, maybe even for the outburst of catcalls and Get-a-room’s it gets him, the second the word is out of his mouth.

“Aww, he said baby~”

“That’s so cute, you guys–”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

“No, shut up– if you two lovebirds start making out in front of me again, I will throw up in the guacamole bowl and it won’t be pretty.”

“Nah, don’t you listen to this old sourball here, this is a PDA-friendly zone! If you guys feel like a bit of canoodling, some squeezin’ and a-lovin’–”

“Yo Rogers, that popcorn about ready or you still growin’ it?”

And. And Steve loves it. This– this, right here. It’s pure unadulterated chaos sometimes – all right, most of the time – but he can hardly picture his life without a healthy dose of this anymore.

Four years ago, he was a shell of a man; raw pulp under a too-thin rind, the chill of ice still creeping in his veins, with barely the will to see another day.

 Two years ago, he found something he’d thought he’d lost forever to the sharp embrace of a frost-coated ravine. Hope. And what a powerful fuel that proved to be.

Ten months ago, when Bucky first sought his kisses again, and slipped into his arms as easy as if he’d never ever left them at all, Steve rediscovered the meaning of bliss. He had everything he needed. Everything he’d dreamed of, night after day after night. What more could he have wished for?

Today, an unexpected answer presents itself to him.

“Hey, pass the chips, will you?”

“You think we’ve got any caramel sauce?”

“If you unleash one more of those green shells upon me, then so help me Odin–”

This. He wants this, with no name to put to it, except for the way it makes him feel inside. This thing that fills a room, warm and lovely, like hot chocolate poured in a cup, and feels so much like an embrace. Like coming in from the cold.

He never would have dared to wish for it. Hell, he didn’t even think he could afford to ask for it, but now that it’s here, he finds he’s hungry for it; and it doesn’t feel like greed at all. It just feels– good.

He’s only vaguely aware of Sam walking up to him, handing him an empty bowl to pour the fresh popcorn in. His brown eyes are gentle, knowing – but then, Sam always seems to know something Steve doesn’t.

“Happy’s a good look on you, man,” Sam says, and this smile, ah, this Steve couldn’t hold back if he tried with all his might.

He looks over to the couch, where Bucky’s holding his belly as he laughs, head thrown back and flower crown drooping perilously over his eyes. Steve is smiling so hard, it hurts.

“Thanks, man.”

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

10/10 with Agni in cut off shorts. It had to be asked. For the just the four of us au, how did the elf husbands ( Estinien, Aymeric and Haurchefant) handle seeing Agni in cut off boots short for the first time during a backyard barbecue in the mist house?

"I'll be down in just a minute, loves!" Agnes shouted from the second floor of her family's "home away from home" in Mist. I hope they like my new outfit! Just need to button a few more buttons...

As she descended the stairs to the first floor, she smiled to herself. I did a fucking good job decorating this house. I am so damn good! It really feels like a second home for us. I have a feeling we will be coming here for years to come. Decades, hopefully. I imagine us all in our seventies sitting out on the decks, watching our children and grandchildren on the beach. How lovely!

When she opened the door and stepped outside, she closed her eyes and inhaled the salty smell of the sea carried on a light breeze. No matter what, that smell will always remind me of home. She opened her eyes to see her three husbands staring at her.

Agnes blinked. "What? Is there something on my face? Or do you hate my outfit?" Oh gods, they hate it, don't they? Fucking godsdamnit.

Estinien, holding a babbling Esme, spoke first. "Are...are you out of your mind, woman?!"

"Are those the shorts you received from your island, darling?" Haurchefant asked. Oh goodness, he looks like he's going to devour me. And Estinien. And...

"Dearest, pray come sit on my lap. I'm feeling quite needy all of a sudden." Aymeric murmured as he patted his thigh. "Come here, sweetheart."

Haurchefant chuckled while Estinien rolled his eyes. "What? You don't want us on your lap? Just Madame Big Soft Ass and Thighs on your lap?" Estinien groused with a smirk. "Because Fury preserve, Agi...I know not how it's possible for your bottom half to look even more--"

"Juicy than normal, lady wife!" Haurchefant exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. Oh dear, I think I know what that means. "After Aymeric, you should sit on me!"

Her eyes widened as Aymeric and Estinien laughed.

"Don't worry yourself, lover. She'll sit on all of us today I'm sure." Estinien said with a wink at a blushing Agnes. He kissed Esme's head and placed her in her high chair. "Won't you, Agi?"

She felt Aymeric's hands on her thighs, squeezing and caressing them softly. She swallowed thickly. "I-I think that can be arranged."

Haurchefant bent and leaned towards her ear. "Lap first then face, sweetheart."

All three laughed heartily when she let out a strangled noise and buried her bright red face in her hands.

Looks like I'm going to have a busy night!

[indianamoonshine]

Girl Talk | Din Djarin x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: What does a gal do when she’s just been railed by the most notorious bounty hunter in The Galaxy? Call her best friend of course.

A/N: Just something to tide you over until the next installment of Strawberry! I have anxiety and I need to busy my hands without thinking too much! This takes place after season 2!

There’s a crackling on the other end of the receiver. The telegraph service majorly bites out here on Besiana, which has been dubbed “the trench of The Galaxy”. Getting connected to Gabriele at all is a miracle in itself, though not without exploiting a few (somewhat) illegal hacks by yours truly.

Hells, not even this shitty phoning service can put you in a sour mood.

When Gabriele’s voice sounds at the other end, it gives the air that he’s just awoken from a heavy sleep or he’s suffering a hangover. Probably both. “Now what the hell are you doing all the way out in butt-fucking-nowh…” he starts.

You’re quick to cut him off. “Take a guess.”

Gabriele groans and there’s a rummaging in the background. Something sounds as though it falls off a surface - his alarm clock, probably. He must be in the inner rim somewhere.

“Miss girl, I don’t have time to play these games with you. My head is pounding. Now tell me why you’re in the catacombs of The Galaxy’s ass and…”

Behind you, a body shuffles from outside the refresher door. Your heart thuds rambunctiously in your chest as you carefully peer through a crack of the opening. Din Djarin - The Galaxy’s most notorious Mandalorian- is taking a seat with his rifle in hand. You watch as he begins to disassemble it with great technical precision. Something about watching him take apart his weapon causes your stomach to flutter.

And your knees to weaken.

“I just had sex,” you tell him in a whisper.

Gabriele is silent on the other end for a moment and then lets out a sigh of great disappointment. “Congratulations. I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”

“The best sex of my life.”

There’s another pause. “Oh?” His interest has piqued, voice more alert at the prospect of juicy gossip. After all, what were best friends for?

You let this linger in the air for a minute, just to marinate his curiosity, and then peek at Din again. He’s taking a rag and wiping the barrel of the rifle; if it weren’t for the helmet upon his head, you’d swear he was concentrating with furrowed and ascetic brow.

“Do you remember that Mandalorian who made a giant fuss a couple of years ago?” you inquire lowly, eyes unable to leave the steadiness of Din’s deft hands.

Those hands. You have to stop yourself from moaning at the recent memories. You swear you can still feel the ghostly sear they left in their wake. The naked skin upon your hips tingles at the sheer recollection, the slick still upon your thighs all-too prevalent.

“You’re lying,” is what Gabriele gasps, absolutely scandalized. You imagine him shooting up in bed and covering his mouth in awe. He was always so dramatic but you couldn’t blame him if he did. This was the exact reaction you were hoping for.

Din grabs another piece of his rifle and starts up again. You have to tear yourself away from looking at him and instead surmise yourself in the mirror. It isn’t very big in any sense of the word but it’ll do. You take a look at your face (blushed and bright) and then your eyes (dazed and dick-drunk). Hells, this man has ruined you.

“I know you have questions,” you reply, tapping at your cheeks. They feel softer somehow.

Gabriele squeaks a bit under his breath. “Did he take off his helmet?”

You shake your head, though he can’t see it. “No. And I think it awoken something in me.”

He tsks. “Damn. I wanna know what he looks like. Okay…”

“I know he’s a brunette,” you say slyly.

Gabriele shrieks at the other end and you have to angle the receiver away with a laugh. “Is it big?”

You recall the tactical consideration- albeit brief - it took to get his dick in your mouth. You did it though, ‘ole girl. You tap yourself on the shoulder with a proud grin.

“Oh, it is. It’s…it’s very nice.”

You find yourself looking out the door again. Din’s moved onto another gun - he’s already put together the last. You grow weary at the sight of his gloved hands alone, but when your eyes trail downwards you find yourself swallowing something thick in your throat. Which in turn, of course, reminds you of the tanginess still lingering upon your tongue.

“Gabriele,” you say seriously, voice so low you can barely hear yourself. “I came eight times.”

“Shut up. You did not.” Gabriele sounds more than just excited - now he sounds jealous. You can’t help but giggle.

You raise a hand to your chest in a show of honesty. “I mean it. Eight times. He went down on me for an hour.”

“I thought you said he didn’t take off his helmet?” Gabriele asks suspiciously.

You chuckle lowly. “Oh, that’s where it gets really good.”

Gabriele - one of the biggest sluts in The goddamned Galaxy - was no stranger to sex. So when you tell him that you were blindfolded during this portion of an absolute wild ride, you’re shocked to find him screeching once more.

You’re about to continue - to confide in him about the brutal rhythm of the ordeal - until a knock startles you. You press the receiver against your chest, still flushed and naked from the previous romp.

Din calls your name from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?”

You freeze, contemplating on everything you could say to this most bland of questions. “I’ll be out in a moment!” you decide, scolding yourself for being so timid. You were at the end of his dick a half-hour ago.

Din mumbles something and then departs. After he’s within a safe distance, you quickly raise the receiver and say, “I have to go. But I’ll tell you everything later.”

Gabriele gawks, “Was that him?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes. Now I really have to go.”

“Oh my gods, okay. Fine.”

You smile, clutching at the durasteel of the phone. “Promise. Love you.”

Your best friend sighs theatrically. “Love you too. Be safe, okay? I don’t even know who I’d call to go after him if something happened to you. No one would be stupid enough.”

The idea of Din doing anything to put you in harm’s way is inconceivable. You’ve only known him for a short amount of time - a couple of weeks at most - but you already trust him with your life.

“I’d die a happy woman,” you joke.

A short while later, you exit the refresher with sopping, clean hair and any traces of sex scrubbed away from between your legs. Din’s allowed you to wear one of his night shirts (an honor in itself) because your clothes had been soiled.

Din is placing his rifle upon its rack when you sneak by for the kitchen. You pour yourself a cup of Java - black, unfortunately, because of Din’s lack of sweet tooth. The liquid is steaming hot so you blow on it before bringing it to your lips.

“Do you want one?” you ask him, taking a sip. It burns. “Oof.”

Din turns, armor somehow so dexterous in its bulk. “No, thank you. But…”

In a surprising move, Din reaches for your hips and pulls you flush against him, ignoring the mug altogether. You shriek, worried it might spill, and set it upon the countertop, but he pays little to no mind.

“You took awhile,” he mumbles, hands grasping at the flesh of your hips. They’ve already been treated so roughly today, and now you were sure there’d be bruising. Good.

You chew at your bottom lip, desperate to know what his eyes might look like. You imagine he has dark eyes - like the color of the sky at nightfall. Maybe they became brighter in the light of the suns. Maybe they crinkled when he laughed - if he were capable of that, anyway. You’ve yet to hear such music.

“I didn’t realize you were waiting for me,” you confess, avoiding the steel gaze of his faceplate.

Din hums under his breath and taps your chin, lifting it just barely so that you can meet his stare. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug, fluttering your lashes in a vain attempt to remain mysterious.

Din reaches for something behind you and reveals a scrap of fabric. “How about we try for nine?” The modulator of his helmet crackles a bit, causing his voice to sound more severe than what he may have liked.

But it does something to you.

You nod sweetly, a tiny grin threatening to sneak its way upon your face, before he takes you within his arms and lifts you upon the counter.

A shrieking, but playful, giggle bursts from your lips. “Din!” you chide, but tie the fabric around your eyes all the same.

The hiss of his helmet sounds, notifying you that he’s revealing himself to the elements now. You can hear his natural breath and feel the way it fans against your collarbones before he kisses you fiercely.

“Let me give you something to really talk about.”

[adrian-the-lonely-writer]

Transitions

A fluffy 'Dean WinchesterXTrans!Male' Reader one-shot where you had come out to Dean, and Dean decided he's going to do everything he can to support you.

“So,” Dean began. His heart was pounding. He rather be facing any number of ghosts and ghouls to avoid fucking this part up. Hell, he’d even take a few demons over this. Anything over these tense emotional moments. Still, he was glued to the bed, hand holding yours. He loved you. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of helping you.

“Y-yeah?” You stumbled over your words. You had no idea how your boyfriend was going to handle the news. Tears were threatening to fall over your cheeks as you kept your eyes glued to the floor.

Dean swallowed. Dammit, his brother mentioned something like this in the past. Why couldn’t he remember now? “Well in that case, I suppose we better get you some comfier clothes. C’mon.” He stood up, offering his hand to you. Looking up, you saw that same smile dance across his lips, the same smile you fell in love with. “Wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be uncomfortable.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you jumped into his arms, relief and love washing over you. Dean just chuckled, quietly as he shifted to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you against him. “Thanks Dean…Thank you so much.”

“Of course. You have a different name you like to be called now?”

“Y/N now- I uh, kinda picked it out when I realized I just-”

“Y/N is perfect babe.” His lips left a light little peck at your nose. “C’mon. Sammy’s with Bobby looking for another job, let’s take the day to get you feeling as good as possible, hm? I just had that great poker payout-”

“I thought that was for silver bullets-”

“Pshh. I can win another game or too.” Dean went to smile, but it quickly drooped into a frown. “Your clothes...do they make you feel-” He tried to find the right word.

“Dysphoric? Well I mean a bit. I didn’t exactly have time to choose great clothes when I ran off with you Dean.” Before you could even finish your sentence, Dean was digging through his duffle.

“I was going to drop them off somewhere, they feel a little small.” Dean grinned, poking his head back up. In his hands were an AC/DC shirt and an old pair of jeans. He even pulled out his spare hunting boots. “Might not be the most practical all the time, but we’ll get you some stuff today.”

You tried not to cry once again.

Few minutes later, you found yourself wrapped up in your boyfriend's clothes, in the passenger seat of the car. AC/DC rang out through the speakers. You couldn’t help but smile.

“You...really don’t mind Dean?”

“Mind? Why the hell would I mind?”

“Well you were into me as a-”

“I am into you, period.” Dean smiled a little. “Masculine, feminine, It makes no difference to me. You are still you. So, clothes we’re doing. Not half assed Walmart clothes either, we’re gonna get you some good hunting gear.” You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that. “Masculine fake IDs from now on, easy enough. Anything else you need?”

“At the moment, I’m not sure...I kinda like what Sam does with his hair so I don’t think I’ll cut it off yet. It isn’t as long as his at the moment anyway.” You giggled at the scrunch in Dean’s nose at the mention of his brother.

“Cute guy with a ponytail never hurts either. Ah. Here’s the shop.”

“Dean this is a mall-”

“Yeah, sporting goods, including guns, bullets, as well as various clothing stores to get you what you need. Plus crowds to blend into. Malls are great Y/N.” He turned into the parking lot, picking a spot somewhere in the middle. “Plus, the impala doesn’t stick out too much here.”

Dean slipped out of his side, opening the door for you before you were even unbuckled. His calloused hand still felt tender as it grasped yours tightly, pulling you towards the store.

Your boyfriend was right after all. The crowds were seamless and the selection would be much greater.

“I’m thinking, we hit the sporting goods store, get some food and supplies. Take our time with it. Then just meet up with Sam and Bobby for the job, sound good Y/N?”

“Sounds perfect Dean.” Your smile was glued to your face as you leaned against his arm walking into the shop Dean had picked. “Is this where you got all your flannels and things?”

“Most of em, yeah. Why? You like that one?” He winked as he saw your cheeks turn a little pink. Sure, you loved the flannel. It made you feel more you, it also smelled like the man you loved more than anything.

“Well it’s nice and warm and-” You tripped over your words again. “Just really nice hunting clothes ya know? Like durable enough you have some protection, it’s also warm enough for nights but I can always open it ya know.”

“Great. So a couple flannels. Some jeans that won’t trip you up. Shirts.” Dean guided you to the clothing area of the store, whipping out his cellphone.

“Dean? Something the matter?” He doesn’t often look at his screen with that much concentration.

“Nope. I was just looking at a size chart.” He matched his screen to a couple of the tags. “These your colors?” He held out some forest green flannel and a black shirt.

“To start with, yeah! Although lighter colors are still nice. I don’t want anything thinking I’m your little brother if I match your style.”

“My style is functional and timeless. Plus, if I had a nickel for everyone who thought Sam and I should-” He scowled as you laughed. You couldn’t help but pick up those books when you saw them. Plus, as prank wars broke out it definitely gave you an upper hand.

“Alright, I concede your style is wonderful Dean.”

“Damn right it is.” He smiled a little. “But I get it, c’mon. Let’s walk around and see what catches your eye.”

The two of you scoured the store from top to bottom. Dean’s arms quickly became laden with fabric as you both approached the fitting rooms.

“Find everything you need sir, and-?” The guy in charge of the rooms spoke.

“Sir.” You introjected. Your heart rate spiked a little. Dean’s hand rested on your shoulder as he nodded to the cashier, as if confirming what you said.

“Of course, right this way. Here is your room, sir.” Without batting an eye the cashier escorted you back to try on your new wardrobe.

“Give 'em hell babe!” Dean called after you, taking his seat. He fiddled with his phone. Sam had finally convinced him to upgrade, and this one had a camera on it.

Quickly, pulse racing, you put on the first outfit of clothes, and slipped outside to model for Dean. Your nerves subsided when met with that goofy grin of his, and you couldn’t help but match it.

“You look amazing.”

“I feel amazing.”

“Wanna try more?” Dean snapped a photo. “That’s gonna be my new cell wallpaper.” You stuck your tongue out to him, a look he cheekily returned.

You went through this a few more times. Different mixed and matched outfits and hunting gear. Dean flirting with you every time you slipped into his sight. Soon you had a week's worth of clothes, with some extras to wear during a wash. Eventually you made it towards the food court, carrying the bags. You both went immediately to the burger stand and sat down.

“Fucck~” Dean’s eyes were closed in bliss. “I forgot how amazing these burgers were.”

“God we ate at gas stations so much I had forgotten food could be juicy.” You were devouring your burger as ravenous as Dean was. Oblivious to the look he was giving you.

Dean just smiled, chewing as he looked at you. It had only been a few months since you were traveling with him. Demon blooded kid like Sammy, you wanted to be able to help. Truthfully you were thankful they accepted.

Dean sometimes kicks himself at night for almost saying no. He had fallen for you, hard, the first time you rode in the back of the car. The way your eyes lit up as his own music started to play. The way you got along with Sam. He had fallen hard. You were perfect in his eyes now as you were then.

“Dean?...” Your voice was quiet, head against the window. After eating Dean had loaded you and your new things into the impala before starting to make your guy’s way to Bobby's place.

The excitement of the day had driven your eyelids to a close by this point. The soft rumblings of the engine were lulling you to sleep. Dean’s hand found yours once more, with a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah babe?”

“I love you Dean…”

“I love you too Y/N.” His words were the last things you heard before finally succumbing to sleep.

Dean drove on, hand never leaving yours. He had found the best boyfriend in the world, and he intended to keep things that way.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Feeding The Flames: Breakfast of Champions

Summary- 1.9k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny opts to sleep in this morning instead of getting up early. You snooze, you lose Storm. But he knows how to compensate for the missed meal. 

This is written for @imanuglywombat​‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content

Masterlist 

“Where's Flame Boy?” Ben questioned while entering the kitchen, his heavier footsteps giving him away before hand, so you were expecting him to come up behind you. Flipping the pancake, you shook your head with a roll of your eyes. 

“In bed still… can you believe that he said he would rather sleep in then help me this morning?” You chuckled while plating food before starting another. Susan wasn't far behind, with Richard trailing her with a newspaper tucked under his arm. 

“Johnny was never an early riser.” She shrugged as she started gathering dishes to set the table, Richard unfolding the paper with a sigh. 

“The best time to get anything done is in the morning, but I never could drill that into him.” The man shook his head and Susan passed him while giving him a kiss on top of his head. 

You hid a smile while fussing with the bacon sizzling on the back of the stove. They were terribly wrong about Johnny being an early riser. Why he had risen at like four am just that morning and was a man set on a goal. Kisses to your neck and traveling till he was pressing his face heatedly between your breasts, pressing a knee between your thighs to spread them, his cock heavy between the two of you. 

“Johnny, it's too early.” You had whined but he persisted, warm fingers stroking between your folds while sucking on a nipple. 

“I will be quick.” 

“Liar” you threw your hand down to brush over his buzz cut, grasping the back of his head even though you were protesting.

You got lost in your thoughts, biting your lip as you felt an excited tingle spiral in your lower belly.

Ben though was quick to cut the memories short. “Anything I can do to help Y/N?” he asked while you drifted back to the here and now, scooping out the bacon before it got to crispy. Clicking off the burner, you wink at Ben. 

“Sure do.” You pull open the fridge door and pull out a bag of oranges. “Would you juice the oranges? You are a hell of a lot faster than I am.”

He grabbed a bowl from above your head and took the oranges. “Have it done lickity split Y/N.” 

You gave him an affectionate hug. “And that's why I can always count on your Ben.” 

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Johnny gave a groan as he stirred alone in bed, lifting his head to grab for his phone and check the time. A reasonable hour, ten am, blinked back at him. Johnny reached his hand over to your side of the bed, but already knew it would be cold and empty. You weren't one to just stay in bed often and that was a shame, because he would have made it worth your while. Instead he heard you talking in the adjacent room from the bedroom, sounded like his sister, and Johnny gave in that he probably wasn't going to be able to distract you into coming back to bed now. With a groan, he pushed up to wander into the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

Once he showered and dressed, Johnny followed his nose to the delectable scent of fried bacon and eggs. His hand settled on his stomach which was growling while he went into the kitchen to find you sitting at the table, your college textbooks spread around and wagging a pen in the air while you concentrated on the chapter you were reading, once in a while pausing to write a note down on your pad of paper. 

“Breakfast smells good Y/N.” Johnny started searching the counters and stove top. 

You chuckled while turning a page, nodding. “Mmmhh it was, too bad you missed it.” 

Johnny peeked in the microwave in the last ditch attempt to find himself some of your cooking, which he snapped it shut. “All of it? All gone? Every last bit of it?” He groaned and you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms over your head. Johnny couldn't help but admire the way your sleep tank stretched over your chest, making him smirk to himself. 

“Every last bit of it. You got some cornflakes up in the cupboard.” 

Johnny snorted at that idea. He was hungry and cereal wasn't going to curb that craving. No, he had something better in mind. Even better then what you had cooked up earlier while he was sleeping. “Fuck cereal.” 

You half ignored Johnny as you started packing some of your books up considering you had to get to class in another hour. “Make some toast then Johnny, I don't know what to tell you. You snooze, you lose Mister.” 

Johnny smirked as he rounded the counter, tilting his head to look at your heart shaped ass as you leaned down to zip up your bag, and his hands clasped against your cheeks, making you squeak while he dug his fingers in a bit. “I can think of something a lot better to have then cereal, toast or anything else in this kitchen today.” He spun you around, hands falling to your hips to perch you on the table, some of your books falling off the edge of the table. Your legs circled around Johnny's hip while your hands rubbed up his tee and you shook your head at him. 

“You sure know how to compliment a girl. Best thing in the kitchen huh?” You wiggled your brows and bit your lip while running a foot up the back of his thigh. 

“Nothing but facts Baby.” he tilted in to claim your lips, starting with a peck of a kiss. “Where is everyone?” 

“Mmhh, Richard and Susan had a lecture at the university and I'm assuming Ben is in his room?” You shrugged and Johnny seemed to calculate the chances of getting caught. 

“Fuck it” He sputtered and surged forward to now place a messy kiss on your lips, forcing you to lay back against the table, clutching at his shoulders. Some of your books were digging into your back, and when he pulled away to drag fingers through the waistband of your shorts. Dragging them down, you kicked your feet. To deny that the idea of being caught was a bit exciting. A hell of a lot exciting. 

“Johnny what if we get caught?” You raised yourself to your elbow to look down your body to where Johnny was kissing the top of your thighs and pulling up a chair underneath him. Palms dragged the back of your thighs to grasp the back of your knees, his mouth hot against the top of your mound. 

“Keep quiet and we won't.” His hands tightened and dragged one leg over his shoulder, running his nose through the tight curls and down to the slit where you could already feel your core tighten just seeing your boyfriend looking up at you like he was ready to feast. “You can do that, right Minx?” A pink tongue escaped from between his lips to tease your outer folds, making your toes curl at the sensation. 

You give a nod, and tilt your head back towards the doorway to make sure no one was coming this way when Johnny flicked his tongue harder to slick between your tempting folds to really taste your juicy cunt. A gasp escaped at the sensation and you could feel Johnny giving a smirk against your thigh where he bit lightly, lifting that one to go over his other shoulder. “Mmh, delicious.” He said teasing as his hands folded around the plump globes of your cheeks and arched you up, your elbows bracing you and the books you had been laid over digging into your back. 

His tongue took sharp laps to collect your juices with a hum of satisfaction, every glance he took up your body showed your tensing at each taste he took, every time his tongue circled around your weeping entrance, giving teasing pokes before sliding up to suck your clit between his lips. The bud swelled, each twirl of the tip of his tongue circled patterns that made your hips rotate to follow, your little mewls just rewarding above him. 

“Fuck, oh fuck Johnny.” You wriggled your hips and he clutched them harder to keep you still. Your feet braced against the back of the chair to arch up higher, which he allowed. Burying his face into your cunt, he kept teasing back and forth, till you felt him spit against your rim, his finger circling your tight entrance. 

“Shit Johnny-” 

His teeth sunk into your ass cheek a moment, making you bite on your bottom lip to quiet yourself. “Gotta keep quiet, remember.” His thumb pushed past the tight rim to the first knuckle as his tongue lapped your entrance, fast hard licks making you clench till he started to fuck you with his tongue, easily stroking your fluttering walls. 

You leaned onto an elbow to loosen your other arm, muffling the cry that was falling from your lips as your hips bucked, Johnny harshly digging his fingers into your globes in an attempt to keep you still. 

Between him teasing your ass, tongue fucking you so efficiently you wanted to cum right then, it was all overwhelming when he sucked on your clit again, this time pulling the swollen bud to lift his head up to look down at you while you were digging your fingers into your cheeks with one hand and trying to clutch at the wooden table underneath you. 

“Flood my face Baby…” He encouraged, his tongue swiping along his shiny pink bottom lip as if he was collecting some decadent cream. His chin, jawline, all glistened from your arousal and you could feel your thighs drenched. His hands arched you just a bit more while you gave him a pleading gaze, high pitched whine confirming that you were ready to cum. 

He dove back in, now a man on a mission, and you resisted the build up for just a few moments, sounds escaping between clenched fingers over your lips, your hand slapping against the table when you finally snapped. 

Much to Johnny's delight, you drenched him just as he wanted. His tongue worked faster as you rocked into his face through your orgasm. Groaning satisfied at how well you coated his tongue, swallowing what he could until you sank back down, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.  

Behind you were heavy echoing footsteps, which made you push up to a sit suddenly. “Oh shit-” Johnny pushed up to a stand, lifting you off the table to grasp your lowered sleep shorts and quickly pulled them up and gave a quick kiss, his eyes sparkling brightly in excitement. 

“Oh look whose ass is finally up.” Ben grunted and Johnny was quick to lift his shirt up to wipe at his lips and chin to hide the evidence of earlier, you turned to finish picking up the books on the table. 

“Ahh, well I woke up to smelling breakfast and guess what, I heard it's all gone.” Johnny leaned down to pick up the books that fell down. “Lucky me though I got a girl that gave me a Special Breakfast, since I missed out earlier.” Johnny grinned widely as Ben rolled his eyes, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge. 

You squeaked a bit, trying to hide your face as you cleared your throat. “I gotta go get dressed for class.” You excused while making your escape, hearing the parting words shared between the two. 

“She spoils you Johnny, I hope you know that.” 

“Fuck Ben, feel free to pulverize me if I ever disagree with that statement.” 

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Hello!! Can we have an couple of HCs of the safehouse bois (COD: Cold War) loving their curvy fem s/o? (and maybe trying to make her feel happy in her body if she's insecure of feels weird?)

Thankie and sorry for the oddly specific request 😅

Djsjsjsj ok ik you have like two other requests, and they'll be coming!!! But this struck such a mood I had to skip the line lol.

Honestly, like the way I tried to treat myself to some ✨ s p i c e y ✨ lingerie that just arrived and it fits literally everywhere else except that, ofc the cup size is an absolute JOKE, i-

Anyway, I digress lmao. Thank you for the request(s) btw, and enjoy!!!

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Adler

Personally, he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to have a particularly strong preference for any one "type"

But in the era where the super tall, super slim, super models reign supreme, he understands that sometimes it's hard to feel pretty if you're built like anything else

After all, I don't think any of the guys know how it feels to see yourself as "unattractive" more then he does

I mean, if he'd been cut a little deeper or on a different angle, he could've needed whole skin grafts, or even physical therapy for his jaw

And who wants a guy as messed up and broken down as that, right?

But you... Oh, you're gorgeous

Adler is very soft and gentle when it comes to his appreciation for you and your body

While he does know how to express himself, he's not really the grand gesture type, like some of the others are

He is the biggest self love hypocrite, always quick to get down on himself and his facial scars, but absolutely cannot STAND to see you upset over you body

You chide him for this now and then, but he usually jokes it away

I know I said Adler doesn't really have a type, but don't think for a second that he'd pass up on a great thing when he gets it

I don't want to say "handsy" but he definitely likes to just... Touch you, when you're alone together

Not even necissarily in a sexual way, he just likes to appreciate the shape of you, you know?

Very into hugs from behind, or really at any angle, as long as he gets to feel his arms around your waist

Also, you can catch him absent mindedly caressing your hips with his knuckles or a lone finger whenever he's standing around with you

Hudson

Oh y'all ain't ready for this one lmao

I am 99% certain that behind that steely facade, is a man who loves nothing more then a THICC juicy Queen™

I'm so serious, like the curvier the better for this dirty dog lmao

The best part is, that the fun isn't in that he just goes feral when you two are alone (although he certainly could, in a rare mood)

He's actually really shy about it, and he doesn't want you to feel like that's the only reason he loves you

And while you do appreciate the respect he has for you, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like to tease him

A favorite of yours is to walk into his home office half or fully naked and watch him, very obviously, struggle to stay focused on his paper work

He knows he's weak, but damn it he can never last long before giving in and handing over whatever kind of attention you're seeking

You know, whatever that may be 😏

When you're feeling insecure however, he can sense it immediately and always seeks to get to the bottom of whatever is causing you to feel that way

Although he's rather direct, he's tactful and tries his best to know the right thing to say

He's a great listener, and will never hesitate to tell you how beautiful and special you are to him

Lazar

Lmao, I don't think there is any universe in which Lazar would not be in full support of being with a curvy woman

Especially as a big guy himself, you two are an absolute power couple

He is both literally and metaphorically your biggest hype man when it comes to your appearance

Also, 10/10 likes to give you gifts of clothes and the like that he thinks you might appreciate/look pretty darn good in

Honestly, it is rare to feel down about your body when in a relationship with him, but everyone gets insecure sometimes, and he gets that

Thankfully, he's a master comforter, and is always at the ready to give you the treatment you need to feel better

Typically you can expect snacks and cuddles if you're just feeling sad, and stuff like a massage or body kisses and so forth if you need a reminder that you're literally the most gorgeous woman on earth

Oh, and he's very protective of you and defensive of your looks

I kind of hate to use this terminology lmao, but Lazar is the Alpha™ everywhere he goes, and he has no problem reminding other guys of it

So if he sees someome else checking you out, he'll be sure to block their view and do something like make direct eye contact until they leave you be

Have you ever had a 6'4, powerlifter looking, tank of a man sneer directly at you before?

Not a good feeling, I assure you

Needless to say, you don't have to put up with much, if any harassment or other stupidity on Lazar's watch

Mason

Alex strikes me as the type who doesn't buy into the paper thin beauty standard that society like to push

Obviously that's great if you're just naturally thin and all! But mostly he's totally down for the curvy, "built like a brick house" type of woman

He appreciates the way that you can keep up with him when he has to do physical things around or outside the house

Alaska is a rather unforgiving place after all, so he finds great comfort in the support and companionship you have to offer him

You're like his little amazonian goddess, and he's always in awe of not only how unbelievably beautiful you are, but also how hardy and tough you can be

In fact, you and your body are so normalized and loved by him in his mind that it genuinely catches him off guard when you say you're feeling insecure about it

But in times like that, he loves to tell you how beautiful your body is, not just for the way it looks but for the things it can do

You're built so strong and tough, but also soft and feminine... he can't even think about being with anyone else

He's very into body worship, like Lazar is, but Alex is a lot more gentle and is extremely conscious of making sure you're alright as he goes along kissing and caressing

If he could only show you how beautiful you are to him, he would in a heartbeat, but for now he just hopes his words and actions are enough

Sims

Oh, you already know Sims loves a thicc, curvy snack of a woman lmao

Skinny guys always love the curvy ladies

He doesn't really go feral when you two are alone, but he's not exactly shy about having this hands all over you either

For sure he always greets you with a compliment, whether it be a look, a whistle, or words... he's prepared

Also, he's very vocal in having you understand that there is not a single outfit you look "bad" or "unflattering" in, even if it's just sweats and a t-shirt

In fact, he is so confident in you, that he loves to show you off when he can and if you're comfortable

Always introduces you as "his girl" and is never afraid to point out your new outfit, hair-do, nails, ect

I feel that Lawrence would be another case where it's quite rare indeed to feel insecure about your body, and so when such times do arise he takes it seriously

He's basically a gentler, more emotional version of Hudson

By that I mean, he's the type to want to talk it out (if you're up to it) and ask what's wrong or if someone said something to you

You'll always have a reliable listener and food advice giver in him, and somehow that seems to always do the trick

Woods

Honestly, Woods is Hudson part 2, except that he has all the vocalized pride of loving curvy women as Sims and Lazar

He's still careful to make sure he doesn't come off as a creep or something, mind you, but complimenting and loving on your body just comes naturally to him

Extremely handsy in private, and you've definitely swatted his hands away from your hips, waist, back, ect more then once

In public, I wouldn't exactly say "handsy" but he's determined to make sure everyone knows you're with him

He usually escorts you places with a hand gently placed either just above your tailbone or protectively wrapped around your waist

As independent as you may be, you must admit, it's nice to feel like a princess everywhere you go, escorted around by your knight in shining flannel

He'll even offer you his arm if he's feeling particularly gentlemanly, because yes, miracles can happen

Unfortunately, Frank is probably the worst wordsmith of all the gang, and is next to clueless on what to say if you're feeling down and insecure

At least to his credit he'll usually start off by admitting to that fact before giving it a try

"Well, you know I'm shit with words, but... I hope you also know that I love you the way you are"

Thankfully what he lacks in words, he makes up for in physical affection

Even if you're really only comfortable with some cuddling, he's gonna cuddle you so good!!! He's determined and will stop at nothing

After all, whatever it takes to make you feel every bit as amazing as he knows you are

[woman-with-no-name]

Dutch van der Linde x Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Title: "Angels"

A/N: What can I say, I was bored. I'm not a writer or a native English speaker, but I decided to do this for fun so don't judge me too hard. ✌️Hope y'all enjoy.

Warnings: A bit of fluff, but mostly smut.

Summary: Dutch and you are together, but you can't stop thinking about the nature of his relationship with Arthur, so you decide to ask him.

Story under the cut.

"Dutch?"

"Yes? Darling." He looks up from his book nonchalantly.

"Were you and Arthur..." you pause, and turn your head to look behind the chair you were sitting on, as if there was anyone else in your tent except you two. A silly habit you had.

"Were we what?" Your hesitation made Dutch close his book and put it beside him. You smile awkwardly.

"You know...a thing? Back then? Before... when you were y- " you stop yourself before you start that argument again.

He eyes you, clearly amused by your question, and lets out a little laugh.

"And what makes you ask that?" He leans forward, crosses his arms and waits for a response. He wasn't wearing his hat so you could clearly see the suspicious look in his eyes.

You start squirming in your chair, your palms are getting sweaty.

"Oh, nevermind." Your nerve was gone, you weren't sure anymore if you want to start this topic.

"I don't know why I asked that. Sorry, love." You quickly take a nearby book in your hands and open it on a random page. You realize how this is the most idiotic thing you could have done. But it's too late. Dutch knew what you were and weren't reading, since you never did it by yourself. He was always there. Not that you mind it. You loved when he would read out loud, and you would be laying across the cot, with you head in his lap, and his free hand would be in your hair, stroking it. If you fell asleep he would either let you, or make a tiny clinging noise with his rings right next to your ear. The noise would immediately wake you up and he would always pretend he didn't do it on purpose. However, his clenching jaw and smiling lips would tell otherwise.

You could feel his eyes on your face, but you didn't dare look at him. Thinking you made him upset you hoped he would just forget about it. Trying to think of something to distract yourself, you turn the next page of the book.

You hear the cot squeak under him as he relaxes back. You lift your gaze and see him looking up at the plain canvas of your tent, as if thinking of a fond memory.

"Alright, my darling. Since it's you, I suppose I can tell you..."

Your gaze is immediately on him. You excitedly slap the book back on the shelve, lean forward on the chair, your elbows on your knees, as if Dutch was just about to tell you a juicy gossip about someone from camp, and not a confession about a past lover.

Seeing your reaction Dutch couldn't help himself but to let out a throaty laugh.

"But." He raises a finger at you, eyeing you. "First you have to tell me what made you ask that."

"Fine." You feigned offense and playfully roll your eyes at him.

"Its just...I know you two go way back and...well, you are both so... well, alluring. I just couldn't help myself not to think about...you two...you know." You make a weird slapping gesture with your hands.

Dutch closes his eyes and exhales a laugh. He brings his hand up to his brow and rubs his eyes. You loved to make him laugh with your silliness.

He clears his throat and continues: "You think Arthur is... alluring?" He drawls the last word to highlight it. Then leans, and spreads his legs to get closer. His elbows are on his knees, mimicking your pose. He watches your expression. Your faces are now just inches apart.

Fuck. You are trapped. How are you supposed to say yes without it sounding wrong?

"I mean, I suppose so... But he's, you know, not... Uhh, you know...bad. Khm." You look away. Not knowing what to expect. You can feel his eyes on your temple.

The tent flaps are open, and of course, who else is supposed to walk by other than the man himself. You curse under your breath. Can this get any worse?

"Howdy folks, how's it going?" Arthur greets you both.

Dutch knows what he is doing to you. He lets you sweat under his gaze for a few moments more. Arthur walking by only made it better for him. Bastard.

"Arthur! Hello. Come, sit down, son. We were just talking about you." Dutch exclaims cheerfully.

Arthur stops at the entrance, wooden floor boards squeak under his boots.

"Me? Why are you two wasting your time talking about me?" Arthur hesitates but takes off his hat, and enters the tent. Dutch moves a bit on the cot to give Arthur room to sit down, but not nearly enough. The space is way too small for both of them. Forbidden thoughts enter your mind again. But you quickly shoo them away.

Their knees are touching on the small cot and Arthur is holding his hat in his lap. Dutch wastes no time and places his hand on Arthur's knee. Arthur just glances at it but quickly relaxes to the familiar touch.

"My sweet lady was just telling me how alluring you are." Dutch turns his attention to Arthur.

Arthur glances at you, blushing and fighting the smile that's creeping on his face.

"But I know that already. I know that well..." Dutch continues and raises his palm to Arthur face.

"Ain't that right, my boy?"

"Dutch..." You notice Arthur grip his hat harder.

Dutch being this intimate to him didn't start jealousy in you, only awe. You couldn't help yourself but smile at how you weren't the one that's nervous anymore.

Dutch slowly moves his hand on the younger man's neck. Then behind it, and finally entwines his fingers in Arthur's hazel locks. His eyes grow darker as he grips the hair harder and brings Arthur closer to him.

Arthur hisses through his teeth but does nothing. His body goes slack. His eyes are half closed as he gives in. Dutch presses his nose on the stubbly cheek and then angles his head. Their lips are less than an inch apart, breaths mixing. Arthur closes his eyes completly, his breath uneven. Dutch laughs at this, he playfully pokes his nose with his own, and then pulls away completely. He lets his hand liger on Arthur's shoulder as he relishes in the other man's flustered expression.

"We will see you tonight, Arthur." Dutch removes his hand, and turns his attention to you. "Won't we, darling?"

You pick up your jaw from the floor and nod.

"What do you say, son?"

Arthur blinks, and exhales loudly.

"Yeah. I mean, yes. Da-... Yes. Dutch." He quickly shifts away from Dutch and coughs awkwardly. He then looks at you, embarrassed.

You melt under his soft blue eyes. "See you later, Mister Morgan..." You wink at him and lower your eyes at the hat he didn't put back on his head as he stood up to make his exit.

"Good boy." Dutch follows him to the edge of the tent and slaps his behind on the way out. Arthur shoots him an angry look but his smirk betrays him.

Dutch leans on the tent post and pulls a cigar out of his pocket. He puts it between his teeth and looks back at you.

"So, my sweet, any more questions?"

...

Evening came faster than you thought. You were pacing up and down the tent, while Dutch was kneeling at the small stove, tending to the fire.

"Nervous?" He watches your steps.

"A little bit, yes." You stop and turn to stand right next to him. "But...very excited too." You say as you caress his cheek with the back of your hand, and lean down for a kiss. You feel him smile and you pull away.

"Oh, is daddy excited too?" You never failed to rile him up with that word. He stands up and casually kicks the stove door closed. He wraps his arms around your waist and watches you through hooded eyes. You lean into the warm palm he brought up to your face, and you kiss each other tenderly.

"Khm... I hope I ain't interrupting something..." you hear behind you.

Arthur enters and ties up the tent flaps behind him. Dutch let's you go and places a small kiss on your forehead as he strides towards his former lover. They look at each other for a moment, unsure how to act. Dutch breaks the ice as he firmly rubs Arthur's shoulder. The younger man just laughs at this, and grabs him by his vest, pulling him into a tight hug. You giggle at how your lover was caught off guard. Something you rarely see.

" I missed this. You."

" I know, son. I did too."

They hold each other like this, long, until Dutch lifts Arthur's head from the crook of his neck to leave a soft kiss on his bottom lip. He catches it between his own and nibbles on it lightly. You hear a satisfied hum coming from Arthur, and it turns you on instantly.

"You two are beautiful like this, I hope you know that."

Arthur breaks the kiss and looks at you, shyly. His reaction makes you think about how you've never seen him act so "small". You two talked, but it was always about something random, and he would often keep his distance. But Dutch would tell you stories about him too, how capable he was, how many fights he won, and just how brave "his" Arthur was. Seeing him like this you also saw what Dutch loved about him, he loved reminding him of just how special he is to him.

Dutch reaches for you and you take his hand. He leads you between them and Arthur accompanies you in front of him. You reach behind and bring his face next to yours. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around your middle, and you lean into him. Dutch steps back a bit to get a good look at you both.

"Well, well. What did a man like me do, to deserve you two gorgeous angels..."

Arthur lets out a little laugh. "I ain't no gorgeous angel Dutch."

You slap Arthur lightly before Dutch even opens his mouth to answer.

"You deserved that." Dutch laughs and looks down, hands on his hips. He raises his head with a sinister look in his eyes, a look you knew well.

"That means I must be close to God, right?" His eyes looked almost completely black now.

"And what do good angels do in front of their God?" He caresses both of your faces. His thumb slips into your mouth as he pulls Arthur into a sloppy kiss, inches away from your face. You suck on his thumb, letting it slip pass your teeth and he pumps it in and out lightly. They kiss eachother hungrily, biting. Licking his lips and panting Dutch pulls away.

"They kneel, don't they?" He purrs.

Arthur and you get on your knees, a little bit too fast to conserve any dignity.

Dutch pulls out a cigar out of his front pocket and lights it.

"Might as well enjoy this to the fullest." He says smugly in that delicious dark tone you adored.

You trail your fingers up his thighs and reach for the gun belt that was still sitting on his hips. You unbuckle it and Arthur grabs it to throw it on the cot and proceeds to cup Dutch's cock through his pants. Arthur smiles as he hears a sigh from above. He goes to unbutton the fabric between you and your prize but Dutch stops him.

"Use your teeth would ya? Like you used to..." He teases, and you rise an eyebrow at Arthur.

"Go ahead, Mr. Morgan. Teach me something new."

Arthur complies and skillfully pulls on the edge of Dutch's pants and the top button gets loose. He bites down on the fly and looks up as he slowly pulls it down. A hand comes down to drag a ringed finger over his cheek.

You free his semi hard manhood and pump it a few times.

"Kiss me..." Arthur whispers, and leans in, to catch your lips in a slow but passionate kiss.

You feel Dutch instantly getting harder as he groans at the sight.

You pull away to lick a long, wet stripe up the shaft and then kiss Arthur again. You both work your way down his length, kissing and licking his cock from both sides. This makes Dutch's chest puff up as he savors the feeling of two tongues leading him to fulfilment. Arthur takes him in his mouth and you place your focus on his balls. Dutch takes the cigar from his mouth and his breathing quickens. Holding the cigar between his fingers he carefully places his hands on both of your heads, rubbing caringly.

"Oh, my angels..."

You start to lick your way up his Apollo's belt, you knew he liked the way your ticklish, warm kisses added to the sensation Arthur was giving him.

A slight whimper hits your ear and you knew he was close. Dutch rarely moaned during your times together, and when he didn't try to conceal it with a strained cough it was an absolutely irresistible sound to come out of him. It never failed to make you proud of yourself.

Arthur looked absolutely delicious with his ocean eyes filled with lust as he pulled away from Dutch to catch his breath. He cupped your chin to give you a sloppy kiss and then you both presented your open mouths and tongues to the man above.

Dutch panted and his brows furrowed as he used his hand to jack himself off, and paint both of your faces with his spent.

You twirl your tongue around your lips to collect as much as possible in your mouth to swallow it. Arthur and you smile at each other playfully. He uses his finger to collect a drop from your chin.

"Missed a spot."

You could barely open one of your eyes.

"You think?" You laugh.

"You two are unbelievable..." Dutch shakes his head, smiling.

He puts the cigar back into his mouth and tucks himself in. He lazily walks back and sits on the chair. Arthur helps you get up and holds you close.

Dutch eyes the cot as the smoke collects around his head.

"I think it's time for you two to give daddy a show..."

...

[shhhlikeme]

F*cked Out 💤

Ojiro Aran Domestic Smut (NSFW) part 2

A/N: I wrote this as a Part 2 to this fic, but it can be read as a stand alone!

18+, Explicit smut, praise kink, Aged up obvs, Timeskip spoilers

Tagging: @saitamastamaticsoup & @chunhua-s b/c these Aran stans found part 1 last night & their comments made me thirsty enough to write a pt. 2. Hope you like it!

also my lovely @qyuanon who I just read is back and I missed her💛

Futilely, you knocked on the door to yours and your man’s home office. Leaning on the frame, you crossed your arms. Being a literal isolationist when you had to work, you never understood why your man liked keeping the office door open. But then he told you once that he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t hear you calling him if the door was closed. ‘What if something happened and I didn’t run to you?’ He had explained, pouting when you laughed at him. It warmed your heart, but you decided not to call his name tonight, instead opting to physically pay him a visit. You had to, because what lead you here in the first place was serious! You had just woken up in the middle of the night because his side of the bed had turned cold. Yeah, that deserved nothing less than a visit from you! 

From your spot in the doorway you could see Ojiro sitting at the grand desk, his back turned to you, the lights from his laptop playing some Team Canada highlights. The screen bluelight shone brightly on his gorgeous dark skin, the back of his head bobbed up and down as he dutifully wrote down any important plays he was seeing so that he could tell his coach tomorrow.

“Babe,” You announced your presence with a soft smile. Your man is such a hard worker and he really doesn’t get enough credit for it. You tighten the robe you were wearing because it was always kind of drafty on this side of the house. “You have a game tomorrow.” 

Your boyfriend, captain of the Japanese National Volleyball Team’s shoulders slumped when he heard you, but he didn’t turn around. 

He didn’t have to.

He never had to. Even though you’ve only been dating for a bit over a year, you two knew each other so well that you could accurately tell exactly what kind of expressions, feelings, and thoughts permeated the other without having to be vis-a-vis. When you first met, your dates were—objectively speaking—oddly silent for the most part. The waitress once asked you if you were uncomfortable through an inconspicuous napkin note, which was kind of her—but the truth was that on that date you were actually more than Okay! It might have seemed odd to an outsider or eavesdropper that no sentences were being finished, and both people on said date were constantly staring down, away, or into each others eyes in silence… but realistically, neither of them could grasp the fact that words weren’t necessary when there existed a connection like yours and Aran’s. 

‘It’s fate. He’s the one.’ You had told your friends after the second date when you realized your mind reading wasn’t a fluke. Because as corny as it sounded then and even now in your memory; it was true, tf. 

Doesn’t mean you weren’t going to kick his ass for letting his side of the bed go cold, though. You were used to Aran being gone for volleyball so you had no problem falling asleep alone, but when you were ecstatic to have him home it was important for him to REMAIN home, which means staying in bed if you fell asleep on his chest! He has never done it before, so This is not Okay!

“I know, baby, I know…” your boyfriend calls to you, scribbling on his notepad faster. “I’m almost done. I-I think their setter could be doing one of two plays to start tomorrow, and I don’t think it’s the one I was sure about before we went to bed. And I mean, we play them until 12pm, so—“

“So nothing. You still have to be up by 6. The stadium is far and knowing you, you won’t sleep on the Team’s bus, you’ll still be watching these videos even then. I’ll—“

“Please don’t tell Iwaizumi-san, he will kick my ass! We’re playing Team Canada tomorrow and they are ranked just under us but—“

“Not by a lot, I know. I understand, but you guys will still pull the win. I know it....because Your team has you.”

Aran chuckled heartily, continuing to scribble with his back still turned, but his voice turned a little more endearing. “Thank you, baby. But.... I can’t seem to sleep tonight... I just can’t. I’ve been up this whole time so I—” As your boyfriend babbled on, you quietly interjected, 

“I know a way to get you to sleep.” 

“—won’t use my laptop in bed and wake you up when you’re sleeping so….wait….what did you—?” 

You smirked, knowing that your man knew why your voice had dropped a few octaves. He knew you were up to something, not because you two could practically read each other’s minds—moreso because you two had already established that that specific tone of voice of yours made his dick hard. The pen he was scribbling with stopped moving, finally, and you could just picture the way he gulped just now. 

“I know you can’t sleep, Ar…..” You made sure he could hear you clearly now, in the voice you only reserved for fuck-me-o’clock. 

A sexy smirk that Ojiro could see without looking at you played in his mind and on your face simultaneously. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his deep voice cracking. 

You kept speaking in that voice with one goal in mind.

“Yes, baby…” You hummed thoughtfully before stating,

“So why don’t you come over here and fuck me so hard it puts you to bed, then?”

Drunk off horniness caused by the amount sex dripping from your voice, the captain of Japan’s National Volleyball Team slowly turned the office chair so that he was facing you. 

Boldly, you turned your back to him at the same time and fiddled your hands that just tightened your robe. This time, instead of tightening it, you loosened the strings fully so your robe was wide open, facing the emptiness of your house. Knowing that your boyfriend was checking out and admiring your ass in that short silk robe and desiring the shock factor—in one motion you tossed the robe over your shoulders so that it pooled at your feet, exposing your completely nude back and backside to your man. 

“🤤 Shit,” Ojiro groaned, sounding as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. You just knew your man was biting that full and juicy bottom lip of his.

Swaying your hips to give your man a tiny show, you sauntered precisely where he didn’t want you to: away from him; heading towards the master bedroom. 

You kept yourself from giggling when you heard the aggressive shutting of a laptop, a volleyball announcer being cut off, and a certain volleyball player’s stumbling and cursing because Ojiro was practically chasing you out of the office.

***

“Mmmm…. Fuck..”

A few minutes later, your mind displayed a valiant effort by attempting to guess how your boyfriend looked right now, but it would be in vain. You couldn’t picture your man like you usually could because you were currently being fucked way too fucking well. Ojiro was filling you completely with just half his length, whispering horny-nothings to help you understand his feelings anyway:

“God damn, Y/N… Every. Time. Feels. So. God. Damn. Good,”

Now, If your mind was clear you’d be able to perfectly visualize how Ojiro’s face was scrunched up in pleasure right now, a coat of sweat coating his nude dark skin, the skylight over his head allowing the moon to reflect an insanely sexy glow sheen over his muscles due to the perspiration. 

“Auuh there’s nothing better than this, baby…”

If your mind was clear you’d be able to perfectly visualize how Ojiro’s head was tilted backwards right now, his mouth slightly ajar as he focused on not cumming inside you within the first few minutes of this because he needed to feel you cum around him first. As always. 

“Not when I hitting a line shot, not when I get a service ace.... nothing feels—auuuh f-uck— better than your pussy, baby girl..…”

If your mind was clear, you’d be able to see Ojiro on his knees behind you, holding your hips in his giant hands while he drove into you from behind, inserting only half his cock in and out like a pro, then surprising you with a fully thrust every now and then when he sheathed all 10 inches inside your heat.

“Mmm, so ti-ight, always so wet… damn,”

Despite your mind being clouded by immense pleasure, however—you did know that you looked absolutely wrecked with your face pressed in the pillow, blindly reaching behind you to tap or wave or pinch or do something to him since you couldn’t speak. You could barely made any sounds other than choked out moans because it felt so spectacular… but you didn’t have to! Aran knew that you wanted your boyfriend to stop playing and give you full strokes. His half thrusts filled and pleasured you more than any one ever could because he was huge and skilled in bed, he knew just how your insides liked to be stroked, but that didn’t stop you from silently pleading to him..

Even if Ojiro wasn’t holding back like always because he was very aware of his size and girth, even if you both knew that it would hurt you the next day like after a good workout, even if you walked funny when you had to attended his Olympic game several hours from now—you fucking needed it.

HE fucking needed it!

“Harder, Ar,” You commanded, “Deeper!”

“Fuck,” Your boyfriend panted, still not giving you what you asked 7 amazing strokes later. 

“Harder, now!” You cried as if you were whispering to the fucking pillow. You hadn’t the strength to lift your head. Your orgasm was fast approaching because HALF your man’s dick was too good and there was no way you weren’t bringing him with you. “Deeper, baby!”

“Y-you su-sure?” He asked worriedly. He always did this shit 🙄. He always worried way too much about your body soreness and way too little about both of your impending orgasms tonight rocking your motherfucking worlds. 

Ugh!

Good boyfriends and their fucked up PRIORITIES, amirite?!

Needless to say, you didn’t have time for compassionate Aran tonight. You needed him to fuck the both of you to sleep the way you knew he was capable of if he stopped holding back. Besides, he should have been in bed hours ago. You had to do this for the sake of the National Team! You had to this for JAPAN! (A/N: lucky b*tch shut your horny ass up)

So that’s why, in response to his asking if you were sure or not, you responded by clenching your insides so that your slick hole squeezed around your boyfriend’s cock. 

As soon as he felt you pulsing impossibly tighter around him as he fucked you halfway, his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck…” He moaned deeply, so of course you continued doing it.

“Shit, Y/N, Okay, Okay,”

Without having to beg for mercy, your man did as you asked him to. He moved his hands from your waist to splay them on each of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to make more room for his member that already barely fit (with your hasty prep and not his tentative one), but especially when your pussy clenched around him like that. With a loud moan from both of you, he bottomed out and stayed there for a bit to get you used to the size. You almost passed out by how good it felt pressing against your g-spot.

When Aran couldn’t take it anymore, and he started giving it to you: hard, fast, and deep. 

“Ye, baby, make room for me just like this…..” He moaned, gripping your ass tighter. “You want all of me? You think your tight hole can handle all of me?” He asked, no growled, still giving shallow but gratifying thrusts.

You whimpered, knowing that Ojiro knew the answer to that. Even so, you egged him on, “Sh-Show me why you’re the best top,” playing into your dirty talk from the last time y’all had sex like this but he was under you. 

Your boyfriend let out a long groan in his smooth deep voice and picked up his pace in reaponse, sending a new wave of wetness to your private. You were so soaked down there that it sounded like y’all were having sex in the bath tub, fuck. 

Your man loved it. 

“Mmmm, —m’ close beautiful,” He called, snapping his hips forward to meet you g-spot again and again. “It’s you, baby, it’s you,” Your man groaned. “Your pussy feels too fucking good……. I’d never pull out if I had to co-couldd,” 

“Oh, God. Aran!" You moaned loudly due to his dirty talk and praise, teetering on the edge of your release. Knowing that you maybe had 30 seconds left if you focused, you must have decided that you didn’t want to walk tomorrow at all because being the weakness of your bf you are, from your position being pounded into the sheets, you propped yourself up on your weak arms so that you could use the fact that your elbows were digging into the mattress as leverage to push your body back so that you met Aran’s deep thrusts. 

Like your boyfriends does every rare time he’s able to see your glorious ass bounce on his hard dick, his eyes flew open and he felt as though he’d been transported to heaven itself. 

“Y/N—auh, s-so sexy, aah, ooh, ohhh, fuck, Y/N,”

entranced, Aran couldn’t even last another second before he was stopping your movements with his hands, sliding them back on your hips to hold you still as his orgasm took his muscular frame by storm. He saw stars.

Of course, his orgasm triggered yours immediately, and you cried your man’s name as you came on his dick. He whispered yours as your insides milked him without influence this time, effectively lengthening your man’s finish. Panting, Aran just barely caught himself before his now exhausted body toppled over you. 

His last wakeful act, being the gentleman that he is, was to roll over so he wouldn’t crush you with his body weight, pulling out at the same time. 

You wondered if he registered that he said, “thank you baby,” before he began softly snoring—a sign that he was completely worn out and sleeping.

You smiled softly to yourself when you heard his snores, finally turning when you caught your own breath, to fully see your boyfriend’s stunning face. You endearingly brushed his goatee with the tips of your fingers, turning his sleeping face to yours so you could peck his lips. Then, you just barely had the leg strength to stand up on limbs that barely worked, removing his condom for him, then using the furniture in your room to support you as you cleaned the two of you up. You almost fell asleep standing up as you used a cloth on the two of you. Five minutes later, you were back in bed, under the covers with your lover and amazing man. 

Usually, Ojiro Aran slept like the dead (when he first moved in you occasionally have to check if he was still breathing...) , but you knew now that if he snored, that was a sign that he was so fatigued. You knew about the snoring, but the talking was new to you. Ojiro was so deep in his sleep after that round, that he was talking to himself in his slumber, whispering sweet-nothings about you that you’d never let him know he vocalized to spare him the embarrassment.

Besides, he didn’t say anything too embarrassing.... and you knocked out as soon as your head met his chest, not even feeling his arm sweetly wrap around your waist to pull you closer. So, you didn’t even hear most of his sleep-talk.

And maybe you were right when you called it fate, that drove the two of you.... because if it wasn’t fate that had you place your head on Aran’s chest at that exact moment, if it wasn’t fate that made you fall asleep at that exact moment..... then, I mean, you would have heard Ojiro not a second later declare aloud that he’s hiding your engagement ring in the office’s cabinet drawer. You would have heard theis the real reason he wasn’t able to fall asleep: because he was so nervous about asking for your hand in marriage before his Japan vs. Canada game tomorrow, when you least expected it.

Cause like, well, that totally would have ruined the surprise.

But you did fall asleep. Fate did that. So him sleep talking honestly never really happened.

And you know what else never happened? 

You never had to feel the cold side of the bed again where your man should be, at least not that night, because Aran Ojiro your new fiancée’s body kept it warm all night, because you were great and helping him fall asleep like a baby....making him just that:

 f*cked out. 

[theoverly]

I dare you

Pairing: Johnny/Kerry

Rating: E for explicit

“Who you calling little?”

“Your dick, dick.”

“Fuck you. If it’s so little, then you won’t have any trouble swallowing it down.”

“Is that a dare?”

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Inspired by OGAmy on the cyberpunks discord server

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On ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/31758226

Or press “Keep reading”

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Another night, another gig - you know how it goes…

The members of Samurai are drinking heavily, bottles and cans piling up on the table in the seating area in the hotel room. The night has turned into a game of truth or dare, but since it is Samurai we’re talking about, it’s mostly dares... It’s started really simple - kiss him, run naked - etcetera - and they all do, because they are a band and that’s what happens. If anyone told them that they are prudish, then obviously they don’t understand Samurai…

Denny and Nancy are the first to bail and go to bed, Henry eventually passing out because - well, he is Henry…

This leaves Kerry and Johnny the only two (awake) people left in the room, both having lost their tops somewhere along the night - though if that was before or after the gig, who can say?

The thing with these two; they both like to take things so much further than anyone else. After all, neither of them can risk being outdone by the other…

“Dare you to take your pants off.” Silverhand looks at Kerry with a toothy grin, aviators riding down his nose a bit, but not enough to allow Eurodyne to see his eyes.

Kerry takes a swig of his beer - now warm - before putting it down on the table, standing up from his chair. It’s not the first time he’s gonna be going pants-less tonight; Denny dared him to run out and get more booze in only his shoes and shirt, wanting to see if he could still get service - which he couldn’t. Still, at least he made it back to the hotel without being arrested, where he did pull his pants back on - he wasn’t gonna sit around the band drinking with his balls out…

Now, Eurodyne is a performer, and a massive show off - he looks good, and he knows it - which is why he starts moving his hips from side to side a little, dancing to the shitty pop that is playing in the background - Henry had fallen asleep atop the radio, somehow changing the channel. At least his lifeless body is good for blocking some of the sound out…

Johnny snorts at the sight, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to try and muffle his chuckle, leaning back in his chair and stomping a foot to try and beat down his own amusement when Kerry flicks the button on his pants open whilst looking straight into his friends aviators, pulling the zipper down slowly. He teases his thumbs inside the waistline of his pants, hips swaying seductively - or drunkenly, depending on who you ask - whilst biting his bottom lip to contain his own grin. He goes for a slow spin, hips rolling as he slides his fingertips up his naked torso before holding his arms up around his head, showing off his back to the other, making sure to give an extra shake of his ass. He has to hold back a laugh when he remembers that one time a fan came up to them and slapped a juicy sticker on his ass, and a flat sticker on Johnny’s, before they ran away cackling like a maniac, tripping over their own shoes and face-planted against the pavement…

He turns his head to throw a sultry look over his shoulder, finding Johnny has leaned forward in his seat, forearms resting on his knees as he regards his friend from behind his aviators, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Kerry curls his arms tighter over his head, hiding his face - and his moan - against his tattooed bicep, feeling his breathing pick up in genuine arousal. He stays like that for a moment longer, rolling his hips, until he catches himself enough to know that he won’t look flustered when he turns back around, a confident grin curling his lips instead.

Running his hands back down his torso and over the slight - but noticeable - bulge in his pants, he keeps looking straight into Johnny’s aviators, the man keeping his face as neutral as possible - though his pants are looking tight in the crotch.

With a wink, Kerry begins shimmying his pants down his hips - before thinking better of himself and spinning back around so when he bends down to get them all the way off, his ass is on display for Silverhand. When he pulls back up, he does so in a full body roll, making sure to arch his back before turning back around, cocking his hip to the side and resting a hand on it. “How’s that?” the grins.

“Eh,” Johnny starts. “Seen better.” He takes a swig of his beer, Kerry pressing his lips together tightly.

“Yeah, well-“ he cuts himself, wetting his lips. “How about you get your pants and underwear off then?” Johnny cocks an eyebrow at him. “And that’s a dare.” He clarifies.

He’s note sure what he was expecting, but Silverhand just shooting to his feet and pushing his leathers and underwear off in one swift motion before holding his arms out to the sides is certainly on brand. “There.” He grins in triumph.

“Dude, that sucked.” Kerry laughs, eyes drawn down to his friend's hardon. “See little Johnny enjoyed the show.”

“Who you calling little?”

“Your dick, dick.”

“Fuck you. If it’s so little, then you won’t have any trouble swallowing it down.” Johnny growls.

“Is that a dare?”

“You know what? Fuck it, yeah! I dare you to suck my cock.” Johnny huffs, pointing to his crotch with both hands.

Kerry pauses for a second, surprised that his friend hadn’t just laughed it off. Still, he’s not about to lose this game of chicken - not that he wouldn’t suck Johnny’s cock even if it wasn’t a dare, to be honest.

He grins and steps forward to close the distance between them, getting right up in Johnny’s face - his slightly shorter stature forcing him to look up, seeing his own grinning face in Johnny’s aviators. He snatches the signature aviators off Silverhand’s face, shutting down his protest with a cheeky wink as he puts them atop his head, which means he’s now only wearing Johnny’s shades, his bandana, and his underwear whilst Johnny is stood there completely naked, save for his leathers and underwear stuck around his ankles, his boots keeping him from stepping out of them.

Eurodyne doesn’t care if he seems eager as he almost collapses on his knees, the shitty carpet rubbing against his skin coarsely - but he pays that no mind - grasping the base of Johnny’s cock and swallowing about half of it down in one go. Johnny bites back a curse, and Kerry moans around him to encourage him to let it out as he pulls back until his lips catch on the rim of the head, tongue circling the tip before he sinks back down, a steady buildup of saliva easing the slide as he begins bobbing his head slowly, hand warming the bottom half of his friend’s cock.

Johnny scoffs, looking down at him. “That all you got? I’ve gotten better head from virgins.” He chuckles when this earns him a venomous glare from Eurodyne, the effect lessened somewhat by the way his lips are stretched around Silverhand’s cock, cheeks bulging.

Johnny’s shout of alarm when Kerry suddenly pushes forward and takes him into his throat turns into a moan as he almost doubles over, organic hand flying up to grasp a fistful of the soft black hair atop his friend’s head, chrome hand cradling the back of his neck. Kerry pulls back a bit and moans in return, before sinking back down until his nose is nestled in Johnny’s pubic hair. “Oh fuck…” the rockerboy moans, bucking his hips when Kerry moves to pull back, gagging him on his cock.

Kerry yanks himself off the length, gasping and sucking in a hurried breath, swallowing some of the excess saliva before it can dribble from his lips, strings of it connecting him to Johnny’s cock still. “Watch it…” he growls in annoyance, baring his teeth at his friend.

“Fuck you.” Johnny growls right back, reaching down to grab the base of his cock and smacking it against Kerry’s face wetly before using the hand in his hair to pull him back onto it, the rockerboy’s lips parting willingly.

Kerry’s eyes flutter shut the moment the cock is back between his lips, a purring moan rumbling from his chest as he returns to bobbing his head along the shaft, urged on by Johnny’s hand in his hair. His own hand meanwhile begins palming at his own erection, still contained in his underwear, a wet spot of precum blossoming on the fabric.

Johnny’s hand goes loose against Kerry’s head, fingers rubbing against his scalp as he begins to lose himself in the sensation of his friend working his lips up and down his shaft, the occasional lewd slurping noise escaping despite Kerry’s attempt to keep his lips sealed tight.

Silverhand starts bucking his hips, forcing his cock back down Eurodyne’s throat, the rockerboy accommodating the intrusion with little reaction, able to keep his gag reflex in check as he puts his tongue over his bottom teeth and lips, allowing for an easier slide, but also making the excess saliva that he’s steadily building up to dribble freely and pool on the shitty carpet between his knees. The wet noises his throat makes as Johnny fucks it is obscene, and he lifts his own cock over the elastic of his underwear to pump the shaft. He glances upwards through his lashes, waterline wet from the abuse his throat is taking - even if he’s still yet to fully gag. Johnny’s eyes have shut, his jaw slack as he uses Eurodyne as a toy to chase his own release with every roll of his hips. Kerry purrs at the sight, eyes fluttering shut again, hand pumping his own cock steadily as he revels in the feeling of being used, fulfilling a purpose - a warmth blossoming in his chest when he considers the fingers massaging his scalp and metal hand cradling the back of his neck, almost tenderly in relation to Silverhand’s abrasive personality.

When Johnny’s hips begin bucking a little more wildly compared to the slow but powerful thrusts he’d been maintaining, Kerry’s eyes snap back open. He can feel his friend throbbing in his mouth, immediately yanking his head back to prevent him from reaching climax, not wanting this encounter to end just yet. Johnny’s eyes fly open and he lets out a growl at the loss of Kerry’s tight lips and throat around his cock, fist tightening in his hair as he glares down at him. Eurodyne looks absolutely wrecked, face flushed, saliva hanging from his chin and lip - thick strings connecting him to Johnny’s cock still as he pants openly, looking up at Silverhand with heavily lidded eyes, pupils blown wide. “Dare you to cum in my ass…” he breathes, hand still pumping his cock slowly, a dribble of precum coming out to stain the carpet further.

He yelps a little when Johnny’s hand tightens in his hair and pulls, forcing him back up onto his feet. Johnny spins them around and pushes Kerry forward so his knees bump against the chair that Silverhand had previously occupied, forcing Kerry to grab onto the back of the chair and lift one knee onto the seat to not trip over it. Johnny’s hands are already yanking his underwear off, only to get stuck around his knees. The animalistic growl that he emits at the obstacle has Kerry shiver in anticipation, and he gasps loudly when his underwear are swiftly ripped at both side seams and thrown to the side by Johnny, almost hitting Henry’s sleeping form. Neither of them pay their passed out friend any mind - Kerry being pushed further over the chair until he’s got both knees on seat, the surface agitating the rug-burned skin of his knees - whilst Johnny thrust his hip upward, sliding his cock up between his friends ass cheeks, hands gripping each cheek and pushing them together as he frots between.

Kerry lets out a curse, resting his forearms against the back of the chair and letting his head fall limp between his shoulders, thrusting his hips back insistently and wiggling his ass to try and incite Silverhand to get on with it. He moans when Johnny’s hips pull back, spitting on his fingers and prodding at Kerry’s hole. He grits out a curse when he finds the ring of muscles seem to part with no effort, the way already slick. “… the fuck?” he groans, thrusting two fingers into Kerry.

Eurodyne for his part simply pushes his hips back, meeting Johnny’s thrusts. “Fan I was going for earlier chickened out at the last possible second.” He explains, hearing his friend let out a loud snort as he pulls his fingers back, only to replace them with the tip of his own cock and begins to push in. Kerry silently thanks the fan he’d fingered himself open for earlier for ditching him - Johnny’s cock stretches him so much better than that loser ever could have. The lube he’d used earlier and the thick coating of saliva on Johnny’s cock is just enough to keep the slide smooth as Johnny pushes into him in one drawn out fluid thrust, going until his hips are pressing against the swell of Kerry’s ass.

Johnny tilts his hips back and grinds forward again, both men joining in a moan, prompting Silverhand to do it again - and again, each time pulling out just a bit further before pushing back in, Kerry’s hips rolling along with the movement as they decide on the pace, which quickens with each thrust until they’ve built up a near furious pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin starts to ring out in the room, much louder than the muffled sound of the radio laying under Henry’s limp body - the unconscious bassist unaware of his bandmates tryst.

Johnny’s hands are leaving bruises on Kerry’s hips with how hard he’s grasping them, pulling the other man back onto his cock on each thrust. Not that Kerry needs any encouragement, bucking his hips back enthusiastically, craving the stretch of Johnny’s cock filling him, grazing against his prostate on every thrust. When a particularly enthusiastic roll of Kerry’s hips causes Johnny’s cock to pop out they both let out sounds of protest, Kerry starting to push off the chair, having every intention on switching places with Johnny and ride him to allow him better control.

Silverhand has another idea, chrome hand pushing down over the small of Eurodyne’s back whilst his organic hand slide around to cradle the front of his throat, forcing him to stretch his arms as straight as they go where he’s got his hands braced against the back of the chair as he’s forced into a harsh arch. “Stay.” Silverhand growls, a weak whimper the only sound Kerry dares make as he holds the arch even when Johnny’s hand leaves his back to grasp his cock and help guide it back inside Kerry. Johnny’s chrome hand returns to grasp at the same marks they’d previously left on Eurodyne’s hip, grinding his hips into the tight heat as he leans over him, fingers applying just a bit of pressure over the pulse points on either side of Kerry’s throat whilst cradling his windpipe in the palm of his hand. “Whore.” He grits out meanly when Kerry moans at a particularly mean grind, sinking his teeth into his shoulder.

“Slut.” Kerry manages to grit out in retaliation, starting to go a bit lightheaded as he struggles to breathe with Silverhand choking him. He sucks in a great lungful of air when his throat is freed, Johnny’s hand instead sliding up to grip a handful of hair harshly as he straightens back up, forcing Kerry to remain in the arch as he begins to buck his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin once again echoing through the room as Silverhand fucks into Eurodyne at a furious pace. Kerry clenches his jaw and bears his teeth to keep from screaming out in pure ecstasy, wanting so badly to buck his hips back, but the arch of his back and Johnny’s bruising grip on his hip renders him more or less unable to move, only able to hold onto the back of the chair - hand clenched so tightly he’s certain he can hear the wood creek - as he’s fucked by Silverhand at his most animalistic, prostate assaulted with each thrust and cock dribbling precum where it bobs between his legs.  

Kerry lets out a whimper when Johnny releases the grip on his hair, prompting him to collapse forward until he’s leaning over the back of the chair. He has about two seconds to wonder what Johnny intends with his free hand until he feels the other man drape himself over his back, organic hand sliding around to begin jerking Kerry’s cock.

Eurodyne shouts out a string of curses as Johnny’s organic hand works his cock in a pace matching the bucks of his hips, which has started to grow more erratic. Where Silverhand had been keeping his sounds of pleasure muted, he now begins to growl and groan as he draws near his climax, cock milked by the tight heat of Kerry’s hole fluttering and squeezing around his length.

Still, Kerry is louder. “F-fuuuuuck-“ he chokes momentarily, sputtering and letting out a mixture of a groan and a growl.

“Gonna breed you like a bitch…” Johnny pants against Kerry’s shoulder as he bucks his hips wildly, a loud and enthusiastic sound of agreement coming from his friend who’s begun to tremble, trying to buck his hips back against Johnny’s cock whilst also fuck forward into his fist. “Yeah-“ Johnny cuts himself off with a groan as his hips stutter, his orgasm hitting him with full force. “Fucking take it!” he roars as he jerks his hips forward in a particularly mean thrust, feeling his balls draw tight and cock pulse as he begins to spill on spurts, filling Eurodyne with his seed.

Kerry hits his peak not a moment later, cock twitching as Johnny keeps pumping it, shooting thick white streaks - some hitting the back of the chair and some shooting between the cracks, staining the shitty carpet. Johnny lets out an almost wounded sound when Kerry’s muscles clamp down around him, instincts making him jerk his hips back before thinking better of it and pushing back inside, the movement pulling and pushing some of his cum out to overflow where Kerry’s rim is fluttering around him.

Johnny rests his forehead against Kerry’s shoulder, both men panting as they catch their breath, taking a moment to come down from the high of their respective orgasms. Johnny is the first to recover, peeling himself away from Kerry’s back and grasping his hips, holding him steady as he pulls out, groaning a curse when his cum immediately begins to dribble out of Eurodyne’s ruined rim. The feeling makes Kerry let out a sound of discomfort - thought it might also partially be a whine of loss at no longer having Johnny’s cock filling him so perfectly...

He throws a glance over his shoulder when he hears the soft footfalls of Johnny moving away, watching him head into the bathroom, the faucet turning on a moment later. He turns back around, scooting his knees forward on the seat and winching at the pain on his rug-burned skin, sitting down on his knees and folding his arms over the top of the backrest to rest his head against as he takes a moment longer to collect himself.

He hears Johnny come back a moment later, prepared for some snide remark and greatly surprised when a wet warm towel smacks against and clings to his back. He throws a look over his shoulder to see his friend poking around their clothes, though he seems to be searching for something rather than trying to get dressed. Eurodyne peels the towel from his back and reaches behind himself to clean up the mess left as thoroughly as possible - knowing he should better hit the showers before they head out - before whipping his dick clean of some of his cum which Johnny’s hand had rubbed all over his shaft. For good measure he wipes the obvious white streaks and little pool of the chair before pushing himself to his knees and stepping back down onto the shitty carpet - which he has no intention of even trying to clean up - throwing the towel on the chair and lifting his arms over his head to stretch.

He hears the flick of a lighter and Johnny drawing a breath as he lights a cigarette, turning around to try and bum one from the other man, only for Silverhand to pull the cig from his lips and offer it to him. Despite the surprise, Kerry doesn’t question it, just accepts the lit cigarette and puts it between his lips, pulling a long drag as Johnny lights a second one for himself with a long drag of his own.

“Call it a draw.”

[inked-spirit]

Y,know how I said I had another au, and had a small oneshot for it:)

Well here's the oneshot, and bonus very out of context because I haven't talked about it yet. Hyrule meets Legend scene! Au is still being put together and is not really thought out much, but it does include the other under-appreciated links, such as Picori (whose also in this small written piece), Spirit, and Tempo. (Will add more if I find out there's others)

Pre-warning I don't know how to do the undercut thing with posts, so it's very long.

Enjoy:)

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Okay, at this point Hyrule knew he was lost. Very lost.

The further he treked through the thick foilage to find his way back to the fountain. The weaker it's magic became, he was getting further away from it with each passing second.

He knew his sense of direction was terrible but this was just ridiculous.

He tried to call out to any fellow fairy or family that could hear him, to no avail.

It was almost dark, as the sun descended beneath the trees. A few stars making themselves present early. His faint glow making itself known in the growing dark. A pale green.

Pushing through a few more bushes, he comes to a small clearing. Taken up mostly by a decently large pond. It looked pretty deep too.

He felt no fairy magic emanating from the waters and with a disappointed huff sat down beside the ponds rocks.

There was a different kind of magic in the pond though, at the bottom. It felt safe, and somehow he knew it wouldn't hurt him.

Staring up at the stars once more, he sent a prayer to whatever goddess was listening that he'd find his home soon, his mother must be worried sick he hasn't come home before night fall.

He was tired, straying so far from his mother's magic had taken a toll on him. Placing a minor protection spell on the small clearing, he dropped his travel bag on the floor and pulled out a blanket. Nestling himself into a comfortable position using his bag as a pillow of sorts.

"Goodnight mom." He whispered, as he let his eye lids finally close to get some rest.

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When he woke up it was to a shadow looming over him. He groaned as his eyes slowly opened to meet with a pair of violet ones.

A pale face that looked at him quizitivelly from above. This figure tilted there head at him with a curious glint in there eyes. Short pink hair swept to once side dropping slightly. His long pink bangs swaying beneath his face to the gentle wind.

His eyes widened as he woke up fully, staring at the one above him, whose eyes also widened.

The boy (as he guessed) lept into the pond with a graceful splash and pained gasp. Hyrule rushed to get up. Packing his blanket away and comfortably getting his bag on. He sensed pain was on the boy. He was hurt.

He jumped to the waters edge and peered down to look for the other, finding nothing. Until they peeked there eyes out of the water, brows forrowwed.

"I-im sorry for startling you. I didn't mean to scare you like that." He apologised sitting down in his spot.

The other looked away for a moment before peeking his Head out further so he could see his mouth.

"It's okay. I've just never seen one of your kind before." He replied. His voice was smooth and kind.

Never seen a fairy?

"I've only ever read about fairys in books back home, but fairys were written to be smaller. Your like a very small great fairy, why is that?" The boy asked with a tilt of his head.

"Oh, that's because I'm a great fairy in training." He answered slowly. His eyes trailing to the faint red in the water. The wound.

The boy seemed satisfied with his answer, a small hesitant trust being formed.

"I couldn't help but notice your hurt. Would you mind if I healed you?" He asked, wringing his wrists.

This took the boy by suprise and with small slow nod, he swam closer and reached his arm out of the water. There was a few scars here and there, and what looked like a golden fin across the back of his arm. The boy looked away at first, but once the fairy started to let his magic flow he watched in awe. As the green magic knitted the bloody cut on his arm back together.

When Hyrule pulled his arms away, cutting the magic off, the boy admiring his newly healed arm.

"Did you hurt it on the rocks when I startled you?"

A knod, before the other perked up.

"I'll be back in a second." At that the boy dove under and after about a minute or two he came back up with some cut fish in hands.

"For you." He dropped them on the ground beside Hyrule, awaiting a response.

For a moment he just looked between the other and the fish, before giving an akward smile.

"Oh thank you." He chuckled nervously.

The boy just continued to wait patiently.

"What do I do with them?"

"You eat them, its food."

Glancing down at the fish, he curiously picked one up and went to take a bite.

"Wait y-you cook it first. You were gonna eat it raw?" The boy exclaimed with concern.

Oh.

With a snap of his fingers a small flame appeared in his palm. Growing by the second and so he started to roast it.

Once done (although he burned it in a few places). He finally took a bit. It was juicy but dry, no doubt his own doing. And tasted plain but salty. The burnt bits tasted bitter. But all in all it satisfied him. After his first bite, he set it down and cooked another, holding it out to the boy in the pond.

"I realized I never asked for your name, I'm Hyrule." He spoke, as the boy gingerly took the offered fish.

"I'm Legend." He took a bite and grimaced at first to the taste but settled.

He packed the rest of the fish away in his bag after asking if the boy wanted anymore.

Crossing his legs and resting his head in his palms.

"Hey, ive been meaning to ask. Why do you stay in the pond?"

The boys face frorrowed, his eyes traced the rocks instead of the fairy, and lifted what the fairy assumed was his version of legs. A large white blotched amareanth fishtail, lined with golden fins, some tattered near the end but not much.

"Oh you can't go that far." He spoke sadly.

"Yeah, no legs means no land travel. Fish tail means water travel only." He said simply.

"Do you live in this pond, have any family around here?" He asked a pit forming in his gut.

Legend shook his head,

"I was dropped here on accident by poachers after the few days travel they had me. I've been stuck in this pond for almost a whole week now if in correct. I lived in Hylia lake, with my uncle."

Lake Hylia!

That was at least a few days travel from his fountain, how far did the poachers go to abduct him?

He wanted to help he really did, but what could he do?

...

Then like a blessing from above, an idea popped in his head. Details would be thought of next. But he had an idea, and he was going to help this weird hylian.

Hyrule brightened immediately.

"Hey, what if I took you home? Act as your guide across the lands." Hyrule suggested.

Legend looked at him as if he grew two heads.

"How are you going to do that?"

He didn't know but maybe he could carry Legend to his fountain when he found it and ask his mother for advice. She always knew what to do.

"I could take you to my fairy fountain and find out what to do from there." He suggested, with a shrug and nervous smile.

The pink haired kid, tilted his head in thought before giving a nod.

"That could work. Better than being stuck in here till the day i die."

Thankfully a thought on what he could do came to mind. An friend could possibly help.

"Perfect! It's settled then!" At that Hyrule brought his point finger and thumb to his mouth and gave a shrill whistle.

He waited a full minute or two before a small willow bird swooped in and perched in his hair.

A small mouse like creature getting off its back and peeking over his forehead from his hair. The creature no bigger than a hylians thumb.

"Hyrule! Long time no see!" The small thing squeaked cheerfully.

They clung to a curl of hair and dropped onto Hyrules waiting palm. The fairy chuckling at the small person?

"It has, hasn't it?" He laughed. Before the small mouse caught eye with Legend.

"A hylian in the pond? And it seems they can see me?" They chittered.

"I dont think hes a hylian. Either he isn't or he is and hes a weird one." Hyrule whispered.

"I'm a mer, deffintly not hylian. And what is that thing in your palm." Legend asked from the water resting his arms on the sand dirt edge.

Oh so that's what he was, he was going to ask mother about that later.

"This is Picori, of the Minish. He's been my best friend, since I could even walk. He may be able to help us with our problem." Hyrule smilled.

"That explains the pond, hylians tend to hate getting wet in clothing." Picori huffed.

Hyrule hummed before, leaning closer to the Minish in his palm. Whispering something Legend couldn't hear or understand with the change in Hyrules language.

Hyrule backed up, and Picori seemed to hum before saying something to the other.

"Alright, Legend I'm going to need to carry you for this next part, would you be okay with that?" Hyrule looked over to the mer in question expectantly.

"Where are you taking me, exactly?" He asked, pulling himself out of the water.

And now, could Hyrule so the rest of him properly. He had what looked like a black tunic like shirt, long sleeves folded above the elbows, and a collar he now folded up, hidding the gills on his neck.

A black and silver belt wrapped around his waist and bottom half of the tunic.

The metal emited no familiar heat, safe.

"Cori has a solution to our problem." He chirped, putting Picori on his shoulder, and reaching to pick Legend up.

Abite difficult and painstakingly Hyrule managed to carry him bridal style, in the directions Picori instructed.

Being meet with a tree stump, that radiated the same magic Picori did.

"Place him on the stump and me on his shoulder." Picori instructed.

Hyrule nodded gently and put Legend on the stump. Next reaching a hand for Picori to climb on and let him onto legends shoulder.

"Tell him not to freak out with this next part, they always do the first go around." Picoris muttered, Hyrule relaying the message.

"Okay now I'm worried, what's the small guy on my shoulder planning." Legend asked nervously.

Hyrule lifting hands to gently take the bird from his head, placing her down on a nearby rock with a pet.

"You'll see in a second." The fairy smiled with a tilt of his head, hair falling with the motion. Before he shrank in the blink of an eye. To a normal fairys size, Legend could only blink dumbly as Hyrule fluttered in place, waiting he noticed.

Picori chittering something from his shoulder, before he felt a strong magic pull him. He landed with an oof on giant mushrooms inside a what looked like the inside of the stump he was sitting on.

Wait-

A small thumping alerted the presence of the Minish, who was now almost the same size as himself (Almost, he was still tiny compared to the others), as he scampered over and helped the merman down from the fungi, and over to a waiting Hyrule by the exit of the stump. The minish and fairy sharing a quick tight hug, before the merman was picked up and held again.

The minish handed Legend a small pale brown thing that looked edible, smelled bitter, but nice. And was told to eat it by Hyrule.

It was an uncomfortable mess with his hearing, a soft static and deafness before it settled and he could understand the mouse guys greeting.

Getting a good look at the world as it was now that he was smaller. It looked huge, and so much more different, things he'd never notice before in full view now. All though he'd never really seen what the surface had to offer anyway. Intill the poachers of course. But still.

"I better grow again before I'm returned home." Legend smirked.

Getting a short laugh from Hyrule.

"You will when when we get to my fountain."

Picori blew a quick whistle with his pinky fingers at a higher note than Hyrules from before. The willow bird peered up, and flapped over. Awaiting it's riders to board.

"You do know where my fountain is, right Picori?" The fairy asked with a nervous chuckle.

The minish nodded getting on the birds back.

No one needed to know he was lost, and add to his reputation. So it went unsaid.

Once they were all situated and Legend was held securely. The bird shot up into the sky at Picoris gentle command.

End

Good day/night whoever read this, hope your doing good^^

[floridasimp]

How they first meet their black S/o Eraserhead, President Mic, and All Might

I can’t draw for shit but for Blacktober I plan on writing. So for all of my black reader you can bet your ass I’m going to support this month’s event. Smash it together with Kinktober too and you got juicy stories. Now onto the story.

Aizawa Shouta [Eraserhead]

All he saw was "That Ass".

He his head turning left and right.

His eyes were so glued to them that you sometimes looked over you shoulder for the Mofo.

You never caught him because that bitch had spiders senses.

“Lucky fucker hasn’t gotten caught..... Yet.”

His favorite parts were when you had to bend down to grab something. Rarely happened, but he soaked it up.

At one point he was catch staring.

You glared into those dark sexy eyes from across the bar for a few minutes.

All while he realized that he was royalty fucked.

You caught him.

He couldn’t look you in your eyes after that.

That’s okay because you took the chance to engage in conversation with him before he could run away.

He wasn’t shy. He just didn’t like talking very much. ☺️

Teasing him was a must because he derserves it after looking at it for to long.

Expect something like “Do you like when my ass clap or my thighs squeezing together?”

Truthfully he would be casually honest. Backfiring on yo ass.

With something like “Both your ass and thighs are equally satisfying, but wondering what my dick would feel like between them is even better.” 🤤

Oh no he didn’t. Oh yes he did.

“I’ll get back to you on that thought” 😤

You left defeated. Beaten by your own game to the point you were basically stomping away. 💢

Aizawa - 1, You - 0

Hizashi Yamada [President Mic]

Believe it or not you were an exchange student for college. 21 years old and working at a part time job.

Your job happens to be at a bar where pro heroes like to relax on the down low.

Bruh. Deadass caught his attention while walking by him.

He was looking at that cake 👀 In them apple bottom jeans.

When I mean he was looking. He. Was. Looking. 👁👅👁

Couldn't help but can communicate on that booty.

“Look at them cheeks slap." He said out loud.

Out fucking loud.

You turned around on his ass hoops flipping and all. Of course those cheeks too.

“Yo! who is this mans talking to?"

I swear half of the room thought you were going take off your hoop earrings and throw the fuck down.

He sat the fuck down. Hadn’t heard a peep from him all night since.

Best believe you cut your eyes at him.

Bitch better know who the fuck he talking to. 💅

Ngl Aizawa too was looking at that cake he just wasn't saying anything about it.

Toshinori Yagi [All Might]

It’s always the juicy ass. 🤦🏾‍♀️

He was an exchange student in America, while you were just joining to nursing course. College.

No. Not the Hero one the normal one.

Cause you ain’t got time to be dealing with these mofo. Just asking to die.

That and you deadass said to one of them “Get back up one more time and I’ll finish what the last fucker started.”

Also that person you said that too was All Might 😂.

The younger version of All Might though. 🙃

Still it was ALL MIGHT!! That bitch was folding gang members like a lawn chair left and right.

Suprising. . . He didn’t try you.

Gang members feared him, He feared you, and you feared no one.

Why? Because these hands are rated E for everyone.

One thing All Might loves other than your attitude is the fact that you have the 🍰.

I can’t stress how much he loves watching your ass cheeks clap in those tight shorts while you walked away. 🥴

He hate seeing you go, but loves to watch you leave. He keeps you running back and forth like a soccer team.