#i havent seen him with his bangs pushed back in a while

[mlc-melons]

Modern forehead Cheng Yi, we haven't seen you in a while. But sir, the power you hold. 🫡🫠

[pumpkinprice]

SPEAKING OF Stepdad!leon and Dad!Chris x reader, reader walking IN on leon and Chris this time since they were being extremely loud with their filthy talk

Aw you were tapped out and they only had each other :3

tw: incest, stepcest, m/m which i havent written in over 15 years so apologies

“Fuck, Chris… fuck me like you fuck our daughter.. your dick’s so big..”

“Yeah, it is… and you're so fucking tight like her..”

the second you open your eyes you could hear them. At first you thought they were fighting, but upon listening further, you realized what it was. you had been so tired from the sex with them last night that you had passed out. You hoped to wake up with them but apparently they had other ideas and couldn't wait.

you can hear the headboard banging against the wall in their bedroom and you can hear Leon begging your dad to fuck him him harder, faster.

“Right there. Oh fuck make me cum..”

You get out of bed and head into the bedroom next to yours. What you see makes your pussy clench. Your stepdad is on all fours and your dad is behind him, absolutely plowing into him. You're mesmerized by the site of his cock going in and out of Leon’s ass. You know how good it feels to be stuffed that full.

“Daddy,” you whine, squeezing your thighs together.

But they're mean and they both ignore you. Your dad fucks Leon slower, making sure you can see every inch of his cock.

“Daddy, please,” you whine again. You hate feeling left out because you're a spoiled brat and now you're horny. You slip your hand into your shorts and gasp, rubbing your clit. You can't remember the last time you touched yourself because your daddies always took care of your needs.

Chris ignores you and runs his hand up to Leon's hair, tugging roughly. “Let's show our baby girl what she gets for sleeping in.” Leon groans in response, pushing his ass back to meet Chris’s thrusts.

You watch in a sort of jealous awe as they continues to fuck, not caring in the slightest that you're standing there touching yourself. Sure, they've kissed while they're fucking you, but you've never seen them do more than that.

Admittedly, they're fucking gorgeous and your pussy is dripping. You rub your clit faster, watching Leon wrap his hand around his cock. You know he's close and you want cum with him. You need to get something out of this.

Chris picks up the pace, urging both Leon and you to cum. He loves fucking Leon but now he's wanting to play with his daughter. “Come on, Leon.. I wanna eat our daughter's pussy.”

That's all it takes and Leon is cumming over his hand and onto the mattress. “Ah, fuck… can't wait to see that.”

You cry out Leon's name as your orgasm rushes through you, cum soaking your fingers and shorts. You want your daddy's face buried in your pussy so bad.

Chris pulls out and strokes his cock till he's cumming all over Leon's ass, before they both collapse on the bed, panting. They both look completely fucked out as they lay there and kiss.

You give another pathetic little whine, your fingers still in your cunt. Both them look over at you and smile so sweetly. “Come on, angel.” Your dad says, holding his arm out. “Come sit on Daddy's face.”

[bitchkay]

omg hi, i saw one of your posts where you were talking abt guy and fenn making out in canon and omg i NEED to know when it happened LMAO bc i just started playing cod like a week ago and am still on knights route, so i still havent seen these two being fruity asf

Its mostly fenn being fenn for the most part

Fenn has been quite tame lately in events and stories but I also say that very loosely cus the innuendos will not stop💀💀

From what I see Fenn isn't nearly as "close" with the other princes then he is with Guy, like he teases all of them, touches here and here, a seductive gaze perhaps, and sure Guy might tell him off, push him away, reprimand him but he lets him get away with a little too much especially when theres nawt else to witness

Although the princes fangirls would go crazy for that shit

And have

Now you mentioned you've only read Knights route(excellent choice btw) so spoiler warning for Guys consort path

In guys route, Fenn proposes having a kissing contest to see whose the better kisser, and Guy entertains it for like a long time💀 like MC in the back is like 0.o are they for real gonna kiss, they dont but they create so much tension in that scene it actually has you disappointed💀💀 like I think Fenn has his arms around Guys shoulders and like the way they're speaking to each other👁 and they get close enough for lips to actually touch before Guys like "perhaps another time" or some shit, and MC? girl she's flabbergasted😭 like nah that couldn't have been a joke cus Guy doesn't know how to joke that😭😭 she's like are you and Fenn close? Guys like no💀

Spoiler warning for Fenns consort path

Something kinda similar happens in Fenns route where Fenn is flirting with Guy and he just kinda let's it slide, he's more dismissive yeah but even when Fenn drapes himself over Guys body he just kinda let's it happen💀 I forget exactly what happened in that scene but I'm going to reread Fenns path soon so I'll probably edit this post

Fenn also has a thing for Red eyes, it's one of the reasons Fenn was so drawn to MC in the first place because the first woman he ever loved was a groomer an Avarian with red eyes

There are many sequences of Fenn complimenting the other Avarian characters for their eyes, the battle sequences at the top of my head, turn on the effects when you go to do battles, doesn't matter if its event battle or regular battle, and the sequences will appear with the character whose route your currently reading in the top right and your opponent in the bottom left, the characters will usually say a word or two before your left to tap tap tap, there are like standard regular lines they'll say but there are like pairing specific ones that appears every once in a while, example Guy vs the headmaster, guy will say "I must best you" or something like that(I forgot exactly what) and the headmaster will say "Peace Master Avari" regardless of whether your playing Guy or the headmaster, it just changes who says it first, Tino vs Lynt is, Tino has "oh no... young master..." and Lynt says "I prefer your bread" its specific to the pairing, but I forgot whether its Guy or Jasper but if you're playing Fenns path(or Guy or Jasper) and your opponent is one of them(or Fenn) he'll say "I really like your eyes"

Into event spoilers

Every one and they mom knows how I talk about that crave event like I think the dev's were just having a bit of fun nah cus I think they wanted them to kiss more than anyone else💀💀💀, in the event Craving Conjured theres the drug or potion running around called crave and in Guys route, Guy happens to ingest some and its pretty much an aphrodisiac, the issue is Guy is MC are having relationship problems, they're fighting so Guy doesn't want to go to her to you know bang it out cus he thinks he's right(he's not) and MC who doesn't know he's ingested crave just sees him bedridden and is worried about him but Guy still pushes her away, Guy is wrong btw, they were fighting about Guys lack of verbal communication and MC is pretty much like I'm not like Jasper I dont know how you feel all the time unless you tell me and I cant know what you want from me unless you ask and Guys stubborn ass is like but you should know though and MCs like how the hell am I supposed to know, anyway they like stop talking for a bit, Guy has crave, is extremely horny, and since him and MC are fighting he's like I'm finna tough this out😈(he can't) and guess what sounds like a better option to him? Fenn. Instead of telling your gf that you've been hit with horny juice and you need to fuck, which is probably what she wants you to do cus she want you to communicate what you want, instead you're like I'm gonna screw Fenn instead cus she's mad at me💀💀 no cus MC is like she's ready to talk to him she doesn't wanna be fighting with him for this long, and Jasper's like bet he's in his room and takes her there, and bruh they walk into Guys bedroom to see Guy and Fenn making out in his room in his bed, still very much clothed but very much disheveled, their jaws are on the floor cus they not paying no mind at first then Fenn pipes up like hey bestie as much as I'm loving this your girlfriend is here I think you dont need me anymore, and Guys like shut the fuck up and starts kissing his neck💀💀 MC is flabbergasted, like she's contemplating giving them privacy cus am I supposed to be seeing this????????? Fenn eventually escapes but then guess what, Guy hops onto Jasper next and MCs like oh come on really, you wanna make out with everyone except me rn🤨🤨 eventually she's the only person in the room and Guy still pushes her away but MCs like no I'm not leaving until we fix things, I can help you with your little problem but you have to tell me exactly what you want

And then MC tops him theres some filler and that's the end

Might I also add that Fenns the one that gave Guy crave, and Guy knowingly took it, it did it to himself

Now perhaps I maybe exaggerating the details but if you can find a recording of this event on youtube, you'll understand

Also Guy does not like girls, he just likes MC

Fenn likes everybody, boy, girl, both, or neither he don't discriminate🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

No but fr I remember there was one time somebody asked Guy what kind of girls he like and he's like why would I ever persue a woman and I'm like damn that's kinda gay wanna rephrase that

And then it was never talked about ever again but I think there's some truth to it cus one Guy has more chemistry with most of the Male characters in the game more than any woman and two despite his birth mom and step moms being generally nice and sweet(not Rahm��) he was pretty raised to be weary of women cus all they want is power and to use him and as a result just hasn't taken an interest in woman like at all UNTIL MC(at his big age) and most of the actual relationships he has whether it platonic, familial, romantic, or anything has been with men, like bro thinks about men so much, he couldn't even fathom being with a woman until MC came along

So yeah Guy does not like girls, he just likes MC

they named him guy cus he likes men

[istherewifiinhell]

anyway havent had the wearwithall to finish a post or lay stuff out With Proof. in some way yet but. Just lets play our favourite game. This story from someone elses perspective.

the very funny stone pov. ur the oldest coolest strongest guy around doing ur tasks and also lookig to bring home a guy/polictical tool for ur granddaughter. u see a alone consort guy and ur like okay. interesting. but when he sees u watching he gets SO SCARED and runs away. then u see him sentenced to death via the elements.so u save his life. and turns out hes the most neurotic lost puppy in the whole world. and he doesnt know anything. and he thinks your going to kill him for the weirdest things. and hes an asshole. but also probably sometimes he looks at you and your like. jesus. this fucking kid. all through it all ur still mostly considering using him politically/setting him up with ur granddaughter. and not telling him.

and then get in the shit at this place u were going to that got all destoryed and ur fighting for ur life and all that. and the little idiot followed you in? and saves you and you save him. and then hes looking SO SCARED but different scared and hes all banged up and ur like. jesus. kid. and its like... okay well what if we did sometime crazy ur not gonna like it AT ALL. and he would have to trust you. AND HE DOESNT TRUST U. but he does it.

and u show him more of you and The Lost Neurotic Puppy factor has just gone throught the roof. cornered prey AND homesick dog. and he finds out the other part of the plan. and he HATES that hes NOT gonna do that... but he keeps hedging whether hes gonna run away now. while reaffirm his commitment to 'helping temporarily'.

likeee do u get my point just like. that moon is NOT actually able to hide whats going on for him and like. damn. thats insane. whats wrong with this guy (his pathetic and abrasive nature has charmed another grandfatherly figure)

OR. and this one sends me into hysterics. from jades pov i think this turns into a DIFFERENT genre eh? like ur grandpa was supposed to bring you a politicial/royal match but he brought... a dark brooding stranger... hes a little Wild. he Hunts or Runs off by himself, he doesnt know the customs blah blah. He's illusive and wont accept ur gifts what are you doing wrong!!! and u travel off with him and its like. right hes neurotic and shy and he maybe doesnt wanna stay. oh but hes so good at solving problems in excepted ways. he nearly dies saving ppl. and u gotta like. hold his weak shivering form <- take a shot every time. and anyway he WONT commit to you... he MIGHT CONSIDER giving u some kids tho... but its complicate. and he DID seem interested for a second but breaks it off... but u have gotten the faint impression he does likes being lead/bossed/pushed around a bit.

including up to. getting attacked and he kills and enemy but not b4 u hear stuff where its like. Woah. did he betray you all. can he be trusted. but no its actually just. His Tragic Backstory, THE SECOND PART. oh and another, ah thats why hes like that. in general and about ur advances. but anyway he tells you all that be hesssss freezing to death.... wont someone keep him warm 👀. and NOW finally. he wants u back. cause he just really needed to be seen and acceptected that bady. oh and... He does. Like being pushed around. btw.

insane. insane. his stray dog rizz. his. horrible everything going on that is impossible to resist. as long as where INSIDE moons head the story is filtered thru his 8000 layers of social calculus and his constant mantra of 'what the fuck is going on and Are you going to kill me and fuck this shit honestly im so tired' but thinking NOT seeing his thougths its hard to imagine it makes it less obvious that his whole. shit. is fucked like that. it would just instead be. ppl reacting to the scrappiest little weirdo in the world. my little freak. what do the kids say. pookie?

[unknowntoyou2205]

Scared and alone (4/12)

Info: Silva Carrys y/n to the greenhouse and Musa and Aisha see her. The girls go check on her before leaving to lunch. Sky finds out via Blook andhim and Riven havent seen y/n for long before they are called away by Stella and Beatrix.

Relationships: Sky x Riven x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of death, loss of parents, harmful acts.

Masterlist

Musa and Aisha walked through the canteen to there next class when they seen Dowling and Harvey rushing past followed by Silva with a young girl in his arms. Watching them they recognized it as y/n.

"Is that............" "Y/n yeah." Aisha nodded, interrupting Musa.

The two girls looked at each other before rushing in the direction the teachers left, bumping into Terra on the way.

"What's going on?" Terra asked in confusion. "Y/n's collapsed or something. Headmistress Dowling, Professor Harvey and Headmaster Silva went by carrying her." Aisha said in a hurry before Terra followed them, texting Bloom.

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"Place her on the bed." Harvey told Silva before leaving to his office. "How long does the dosage last?" Dowling asked, looking at Harvey who was working away in his office. "Half hour, maybe more, no more than an hour." Harvey spoke before the door opened in a hurry.

The teachers turned to see Aisha, Bloom, Musa and Terra looking in concern. The four girls stopped as they seen y/n lying on a bed close by.

"What happened?" Terra asked. "Stress." Dowling replied curtly. "Will she be okay?" Aisha asked. "Yes she will be fine, why don't you girls go get lunch and you can see her when she wakes up." Silva nodded at the girls.

The four girls nodded before leaving the greenhouse once again. Dowling sighed and turned to Silva with a look of concern.

"I'm surprised Sky and Riven aren't here yet." she stated. "There in training, probably haven't heard yet. I can almost bet that they will be here at some stage if she doesn't wake up before hand." Silva stated. "Do they know about her parents?" "No, I don't think so. She told me not to tell Sky and I doubt that she has told them." Silva shook his head. "She's a strong girl, but she could do with the support of those close to her. Especially with the frozen ones." Dowling stated causing Silva to nod before Harvey came back in.

"I'm going to give her an antidote to help with her control of magic. Once she has achieved it we will slowly decrease that strength before she is on her own. However, as magic is linked to emotion I am not certain that it will work for her." Harvey explained, showing Dowling and Silva ten vials in a box. "So she still needs to be able to control her emotions." Dowling asked. "In a way. This antidote can slightly decrease her feelings, though she will not be emotionless." "When do you start administering them to her." Silva asked. "Once she wakes up." Harvey stated before the door opened with a bang.

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Bloom walked out of the cafeteria and started walking through the gardens. Hearing her name, she stopped and looked back to see Sky coming towards her.

"You know you don't have to go along with everything Stella wants. There are other options. Don't do it just cause she's got a strong personality." Sky stated, walking with Bloom. "I lost the ring. I'm going to help her get it back. It's the right thing to do, end of story." Bloom stated, shrugging her shoulder slightly. "Two strong personalities. Got it." "Clearly you have a type." Bloom joked before looking ahead. "Hey, umm, how's y/n." Bloom asked causing Sky to look at her in confusion. "She's fine, why?" Sky replied causing Bloom to stop and turn in front of him. "Wait, you don't know?" "Know what?" "Musa and Aisha seen Headmaster Silva carrying her to the greenhouse. They say she collapsed due to stress." Bloom explained causing Skys eyes to widen. "I've to go." Sky stated before rushing off.

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Sky ran through the halls, ignoring the students he bumped into along the way. Reaching his room, he burst through the door to see Riven and Beatrix lying on the bed. They both looked up as he burst through.

"Someone's in a rush." Beatrix commented. "Keep the door on it's hinges please, don't want Silva to blame me for something else I didn't do." Riven stated. "Y/n's in the greenhouse. Silva brought her there, Bloom says she collapsed due to stress, I don't know but she's not awake yet." Sky said in one breath causing Riven to push away from the head board he was leaning against. "Shit." Riven cursed under his breath as Beatrix got off the bed. "I heard she lost control in her class, almost frosted Headmistress Dowling. People say she ran out of the class after, nobody seen where she went, my guess is the forest." Beatrix stated before kissing Riven and leaving.

"I don't need to tell you why that is such a bad idea." Sky commented, pointing Beatrix's direction. "YOur seriously going to comment on that when y/n is in the greenhouse after collapsing from stress." Riven stated before leaving the room.

Both boys didn't speak as they pushed past students to get to the greenhouse. Both were worried about their closest friend and where very confused onto why she lost control and passed out.

Reaching the greenhouse Riven pushed the door open with a bang, startling the teachers standing around the bed where y/n lay. Sky rushed in after him and skidded, nearly falling over.

"Y/n! Is she okay?" Riven asked, pushing through Dowling and Silva, not caring that he had forced them back. "What happened?" Sky asked, looking mainly at Harvey as he walked towards the group. "She passed out due to stress." Harvey explained, half lying. "SO she didn't lose control in class." Riven snapped, caressing y/ns cheek softly. "Due to stress yes. But she is okay." Dowling lied, looking at the two boys.

Sky looked at Silva who nodded before he moved beside y/n, opposite Riven, taking a hold of her hand. He rubbed her hand with his thumb as he watched y/n breathing softly.

Riven looked at Sky briefly as a phone was heard throughout the green house. Sky looked down and got his phone before sighing, seeing who it was.

"Stella I'm kinda busy right now." He started before being interrupted, "Yeah I get that but y/n needs me right now." He sighed after a long pause." Is it really important?" "Okay, I'm on my way."

Sky hung up and let go of y/n's hand before stepping back while rubbing his head. Riven looked down as his phone went off from a text. Reading it, he also stepped back and moved to the door.

"Beatrix needs me/ Stella needs me." They spoke in unison, looking at each other before leaving, unaware of their friend hearing and seeing them leave with tears in her eyes.

[fandom-puff]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This

Pairing: Isaiah Jesus x Shelby Reader

Requested by: @beth-winchester21 ‘Where I'm the youngest and I fancy isiah and my boyfriend breaks up with me so I go and get drunk and esme snitches on me to the boys and isiah they come look after me and I confess to isiah I'm in love with him and we get together thanks xx’

Note: I feel like this song describes the mood of this perfectly!

Warnings: breakup, alcohol, swearing, protective older brothers

“Fine! Fuck off then!” You yelled, begging your tears to not fall. Your now ex boyfriend walked away from you.

“Stupid little slut! At least Fran lets me fuck her. And I won’t have to even worry about your idiot fucking brothers. Good riddance, Shelby whore!”

***

The landlord at the Rusty Anchor knew better than to cut you off. The pub may not be Peaky territory, but you were still in Small Heath and you were still a Shelby, albeit barely old enough to drink.

“Come on, Miss,” the bartender said gently, sliding you one last (slightly watered down) drink. “Time to go home, especially now the lads are coming in. Don’t want them causing you any trouble. You gonna be alright getting home,”

You nodded and stumbled home, taking a detour and winding up in the warehouse that had been turned into a boxing ring. In your drunkenness, you didn’t recognise the late hour, expecting Isaiah to be here, the thought of the slightly older blinder comforting. Over the years you had harboured somewhat of a crush for him, but knew your brothers would never allow it. But right now, as tears streamed down your cheeks and you drew your knees to your chest, you hoped he would come, as he was there so often.

***

“John, you better get down the Anchor,” Esme said quietly to her husband as she walked into the Watery Lane dining room.

“Eh? Why?” He asked, looking up from his card game with his brothers. “Anchor’s not one of our pubs, love. It’s the Ruby Track that’s one of ours,”

“I know that. But... well I nipped in to fetch my cousin for my Auntie and... YN was at the bar. She looked rotten,”

“What’s our YN doing down the Anchor, eh?” Arthur said, laughing slightly. Tommy and John didn’t seem to find it funny.

“You’re right, Arthur. What’s our YN doing there when she could get drunk in the Garrison, eh? Anyway, I thought she was seeing that butcher’s boy. The Peters kid,”

Finn piped up. “She still seeing him? I saw him snogging the postie’s girl this afternoon,”

Everyone was quiet for a moment before Arthur stood up. “I’ll bloody kill him, the little fucker. I told him, Tom, if he hurts our YN I’ll cut him a smile,”

Tommy sighed. “You can cut him a smile once we’ve found YN, brother. John go to the Anchor and see if anyone’s seen her around. Arthur, you can come with me. Finn... get to Charlie’s yard. Check the stables. She goes there when she’s upset,”

The brothers set off while Esme sighed, sitting herself at the table, waiting for Polly to get back from the chemist.

***

“Oi, Finn, where’re you off?”

Finn skidded to a halt, turning as he saw his best friend. “‘Siah, have you seen YN? She’s drunk and wandered off somewhere. Think that lad she was seeing cheated on her,”

Isaiah frowned. He had always cared for you, even if you were barely a year younger than Finn. “Havent seen her, no. Where’re you lookin’” he asked, falling into step with Finn.

“John’s gone to the Rusty Anchor, Arthur and Tommy are patrolling the streets and I’m meant to be going to the yard,”

Isaiah nodded. “I’ll... start looking too. I think my dad’s out preaching tonight, I’ll tell him to keep an eye out,”

The boys nodded to one another as they ran off in opposite directions.

***

Isaiah almost walked past the warehouse when he heard a bang and a sharp gasp of pain. Curious, he pushed the door open, holding his bladed cap at the ready.

As he rounded the door, he saw you cradling your hand as you sat on the edge of the ring, face blotchy with tears.

“YN, that you?” He asked. “It’s Isaiah,”

“I know,” you said quietly, voice still a little slurred.

He walked over to you slowly, stuffing his cap away before sitting next to you, about two feet away. “What’s up?” He asked you gently. You sighed, shuffling a little closer to show him your quickly bruising hand.

“Punched the wall. Hurt,” you shrugged. “And he’s a bastard, you know that lad I was seeing. Kept wanting me to do stuff with him... didn’t want to so he cheated on me and then got shot of me. Then I went to the Anchor because the garrison don’t serve me when I’m pissed unless one of the boys are there. And I got cold on my way home and I wanted to see you so I came here instead,”

As you rambled, isaiah smiled softly. “I’m sure Tommy will see to that lad,” he said gently and you nodded. “And your aunt Pol will see to that hand,” you nodded and sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. He stiffened slightly before relaxing, putting his arm around your shoulder. You smiled sleepily.

“This is nice,” you said. “I’ve fancied you since I was fourteen and you were sixteen, you know,” Isaiah gulped, thinking it was just your drunkenness talking. “I’m not saying it because I’m drunk. Well I am. But it’s true. Promise,”

“Tell you what, YN, if you remember this when you’re sober, we’ll talk about it, okay?” He said quietly, brushing his lips over your forehead gently. You nodded, nuzzling closer.

“I wanna go home, ‘Siah,” you mumbled and he nodded, helping you up.

“C’mon, put this on,” he said gently, draping his black cloak over you. You smiled sleepily, pulling it closer to your body and inhaling the smell of his aftershave.

Sensing your sleepiness, he slung your arm around his waist, his around your shoulders as he guided you to walk home. As he walked you down Watery Lane, Tommy, Arthur and John came the opposite way.

“S’alright, I found her in the warehouse,” Isaiah called as John ran over to you, taking your other side and helping you walk.

“I’m drunk, John,” you giggled softly, eyes already slipping shut. “Don’t tell Tommy,”

Arthur took over from Isaiah to help you upstairs, where Polly and Esme helped you into your pyjamas and then to bed. As the men came back downstairs, they stared hard at Isaiah.

“Where was she?” Tommy asked.

“Warehouse, the boxing rings. Said she was making her way home and she got cold,” Isaiah said, omitting the part about your waiting for him.

“What about the butcher’s boy. She say anything about him?” John asked.

“Said he cheated on her and got shot of her because she wouldn’t let him... you know... sleep with her,” Your brothers briefly looked away, feeling a little out of depth when it came to your romantic relationships and sex life (they’d left that up to Ada and Polly). “He hasn’t hurt her,” Isaiah said quickly. “At least not physically. She’s upset. And she might’ve broken a finger or two,”

“So she got a good punch in then?” Arthur said proudly, quickly shutting up when tommy glared at him.

“Er... she punched the wall. Pretty hard by the looks of it,”

It was quiet for a moment before tommy cleared his throat. “Thank you, Isaiah. For bringing her home safe and looking after her,”

Isaiah nodded before rubbing the back of his neck. “I’d do anything for her,”

John let out a laugh. “Alright, mate. One step at a time, yeah? She may have been giving you the look for the last four years, but she’s still our baby sister,”

Tags: @liliputbahn @lilymurphy03 @imareallygrumpyme

[mitts2002]

Aight’ Bet

Hi this is my first time posting on here so I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!! This is a noritoshi kamo x reader where the nori and (Y/N) need a little push from their wonderful Gojo sensei to finally confess~

"Dont you think (Y/N) and noritoshi would make the cutest couple!?" Gojo screamed over the phone to Utahime who sighed in response.

"I can't help but disagree Gojo, Noritoshi doesn't seem ready for a relationship plus is the only reason you rang me really to discuss our students non existent love lives?" Utahime retorted knowing that the couple would in fact be adorable yet refusing to accept that Gojo could actually be right about something.

"No Utahime! I bet if them two were able to spend a few hours together the tension would build up so high that one of them would burst and BAM a couple would be born" the blue eyed male replied, the volume of his voice increasing with each word trying to convince her that they were the highschool sweethearts the jujustu world needed.

“How could you even say that!? I get that its cute whenever they glance at each other and shy away with cute little blushing cheeks but i bet it would take more than a few hours for a whole relationship to-” “OH you bet“ Gojo interrupted an obvious smirk on his face knowing Utahime wouldn’t back down from his advances.

“you know what i meant idiot i wasn’t actually trying to make a bet with you especially after what happened last time” the black haired woman scoffed after hearing a chuckle through the phone.

“Aight’ bet! tomorrow ill bring my second years to kyoto for some training and then lets see if something happens between our precious students“ Gojo proposed excitedly as if he were a child in a sweet shop.

“you know what fine! and im only agreeing cause i know nothings gonna happen tomorrow between them i mean noritoshi is too stiff and (Y/N) always backs out last minute” utahime exclaimed not wanting to prove Gojo right. “GREAT! if i win then you will have to be my slave for 2 whole days and if you win ill be your-” “wait i never agreed to that!” “see ya tomorrow then!” Gojo had quickly rushed his farewells before hanging up relieved he avoided Utahime’s lecture.

"Alright class!" Gojo sensei yelled excitingly as he burst through the doors. This overgrown man child always had something new, it could never be a regular class where his students actually learn then were let out for a break. No Gojo Satorou had to be the most extra male on this earth and for the first time ever it worked in his second year student (Y/N)'s favour.

"What it is now?" Maki groaned with an annoyed expression on her face. No one could blame her though after all the blindfolded man put his beloved students through. "Don't be so sour maki! Be like me a sweet little mochi~ Oh and before I forget I wanted to let you all know that we will meeting with our lovely sister school for some training. Isnt that great!?" Gojo sensei had announced clapping his hands and smiling brightly.

'I wonder if training is all this is' (Y/N) thought to herself realising how sus this situation was before speaking out "wait Gojo sensei weren't we meant to learn a super secret technique today? You said that you were gonna show it us yesterday and that nothing could stop you" (Y/N) questioned as Inumaki gave a little "shake" for support.

"Well my dear (Y/N) something VERY important has come up and we must go to kyoto immediately. You have no right to deny and we will be leaving in 30 minutes so go grab whatever you kids need" Gojo sensei had practically sung before skipping out the door. What an odd man everyone collectively thought before getting up to grab whatever they needed.

30 minutes has passed and in that time panda had gathered his and maki's weapons while you and toge stocked up on cough medicine and basic medical equipment. The journey was short since Gojo had practically teleported you all there and all that was left was to approach the students.

A few figures from the distance were slowly coming into view and (Y/N) could vaguely make out that only utahime, miwa, mai, momo and noritoshi had attended this last minute joint training.

Despite the others reaching and gathering around your small group of second years giving their greetings the only thing your eyes could focus on was noritoshi’s thick black hair as it gently swayed in the breeze. Honestly it was as if the man was in a L'Oréal advert or something.

"(Y/N) stop staring we all know you both have this weird thing going on but we're here to train not flirt dumbass" Maki had whispered into your ear but little did she know that you were in fact here to flirt and not train due to a certain bet between two teachers.

“alright kids listen up! me and the wonderful Utahime sensei have set up this last minute training as its always good to train with new people and techniques. Everyone will be working in pairs“ Gojo announced before Utahime continued.

“The teams we decided on today will be Maki and Miwa, Momo and Imumaki, Panda and Mai then (Y/N) and Noritoshi. Eveyones free to do whatever they want in their sparring matches just don’t severely injure each other, me and Gojo will be watching over the matches and determine the winners“ Utahime informed all the students before they scurried off to in different spaced out areas.

"So Noritoshi how are you? Its been a while since we've last seen eachother" (Y/N) said trying not to let her nervousness show.

"I'm alright just studying and training to be honest. Although I recently started to practice cursive and can even write my own name now" he responded with pride and a small nice.

You laughed causing Noritoshi to cock his head to the side in confusion. "Is there something wrong with cursive?" His deep voice asked with clear offense.

"No no it's just that's so freaking cute and you look so happy about it too" (Y/N) teased with more laughter and ruffled his hair

"Oi don't touch my hair do you know how long it takes to do these wrap bang things?"

"Well how would I know I've never done them nori"

"Well one day I could teach you if you'd like" Noritoshi offered looking to the side trying to hide his red cheeks.

"Aww I'd love that I'm awful at doing hair to be honest so learning some new styles would be great but first we gotta get this dumb sparring match over and done with" (Y/N) moaned as she got into position.

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An hour had flew by and the students were taking a break from their matches happily chatting away while the teachers spoke in private about their progress. “come on look at the way they look at eachother OH (Y/N) touched his shoulder SHES FLIRTIN-” “GOJO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR SO DAMN LOUD” “sorry but loooook they in love” Gojo cried out with fake tears in his cerulean eyes

“Alright lets just observe look theyre going to the vending machine to get some drinks like FRIENDS DO“ Utahime emphasised on the friends worried she might lose and become this awful mans slave for 2 days.

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“Nori im gonna go get a drink from the vending machine do you want one?” “Actually ill just come with you if you dont mind” “OH sure thats fine does anyone else want anything!?” (Y/N) yelled to the whole group receiving a choir of get me this please or get me that and the single tuna mayo.

The walk to the vending machine was quiet but a comfortable silence had fallen upon the pair. It was always like this when you were around Noritoshi Kamo. Peaceful. She didnt feel the need to go the extra mile to entertain him or ensure he wasn’t bored in your presence as your playful banter and sarcastic remarks towards one another was enough for the both of you. 

“(Y/N) is it me or have Gojo and Utahime sensei been staring at us more than the others?“ Noritoshi questioned unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. “Um i’m not too sure i havent been really paying attention to anything other than yo-“ Embarrasment washed over (Y/N) as the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Is that so?“ Nori smirked slightly as you swore you could drop dead right here in this moment. “No i just meant that” “Meant what?“ Noritoshi interrupted leaning closer as you fumbled through your words

“OH LOOK the vending machine is right there better get those drinks“ You quickly said and scrambled away before Noritoshi could get any closer.

“SEE Nori was too intimidating and (Y/N) ran off despite clearly wanting him! its never gonna happen today“ Utahime whispered to Gojo benhind the bushes as he shook his head. “Trust me i have faith in my wonderful (Y/N) I AINT RAISED NO BITCH“ He exclaimed in response while Utahime facepalmed.

The two young adults had collected all the drinks they needed and were ready to walk back to the group. ‘come on (Y/N) you’ve liked this man forever now and everyone knows he must like you back ITS NOW OR NEVER HOE’ (Y/N) screamed words of encouragement to herself before grabbing Noritoshi’s sleeve.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” “I have something ive been meaning to tell you Nori, I um like you a lot and i’d like to take you out if you dont mind” (Y/N) had practically yelled at the poor boy because of her stupid nerves and adrenaline.

The silence was broken by an angelic laughter coming from none other than Noritoshi Kamo. “Well i would’ve liked to be the one to take you out but i guess sometimes its alright for traditions and stereotypes to be broken by the younger generation” Nori responded as he walked closer to (Y/N) wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sweet kiss. The kiss was messy and clearly new to the both but filled with much love and passion that was finally being expressed by the pair.

As their lips eventually pulled away never wanting this to end, heavy breaths filled the air and cheeks flushed but all that was interrupted by a white haired male clapping in the background screaming “YES I WIN” while the other teacher crouched to the ground tears in her eyes.

[nyan-koii]

Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen 

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

Saw V8 C11

Omg i cant believe they still believed in him

"I used to wear this rank with pride, but now i see it for what it really is: a collar" AHHHHHHHH THATS SO POWERFUL WITHOUT HIM BEING A DOG FAUNAS AND THAT DOUBLES IT

Winter tackling Marrow to the ground and then deeping her voice to say shes taking him to the cells COULD NOT BE MORE STAGED im so happy

Really wanted like a close up of Winter releasing Marrow's bonds and him realizing that shes faking it but not knowing why

While im here are all Atlas uniforms sewed with magnets??? Like Winter just attached Fetch to her back no problem and she doesnt carry her weapon like that so? Like we know Blake wears a magnet backpack (how do Qrow's and Ruby's stay on tho? A belt is not strong enough)

Ruby's run was SO EMBARRASSING i accidentally watched it twice bc i rewinded to get a screenshot of Emerald for art refs

Did the Nora reunion go how i wanted? No. BUT IM STILL SO HAPPY. Ren acknowledging his failings and talking to them as a team and referring to them as a team IS MORE THAN MOST SHOWS WOULD GIVE ME and most would not of had Jaune there AND HE WAS

ALSO MOST SHOWS WOULD NOT ALLOW FOR THE INDIVIDUAL DEVELOPMENT NORA ASKED OF

Not to over use caps bc this whole post is caps but FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH FOREHEAD TOUCH

When people dont kiss it makes the scene stronger in my opinion. Idk kissing just feels like it dismisses everything or its like a shortcut to repairing relationships

Robyn reeling Qrow in YES THANK YOU

We havent seen much of her personally and im a bit excited bc theres so much fanfic of her and Qrow being like a duo but honestly we dont know much of her besides: hates lying, obsessed with the rich-poor divide, is caring enough to make horrible jokes to a sad stranger

YOU KNOW ITS WINTER AND MARROW IN THAT ELEVATOR

Actually what if its the Ace Ops ohhhhh

Watch it be Ironwood and all of Robyn's work is null

At first i saw Ruby hugging the banister and thought that was so unrealistic but then i remember me hiding out on the stairs with my forehead pushed into the hole between the bars and i took that statement back

THATS WHAT A RISK IS RUBY. ITS WHAT YOU LOSE WHEN YOU DONT WIN.

"thats what happened to Mom" *Yang proceeds to start bawling* YES

She wiped her face with her metal hand

1) Yang hugging Ruby was not something i knew i needed 2) YANG'S HAIR SQUISHED!! I hate hugs on this show bc the models are hard while bodies are soft and it makes hugs look awkward BUT NO this time it looked like Yang's body squished a bit and her hair smushed (i am aware it was prob a illusion of her jacket added with rounded shoulders and that her hair was moved behind her bc it has individual sections that can move because she has more "bangs" than the others but still)

PENNY

"Ruby stop me" NO

Ok everyone trying to hold her down was so sad but a really cool visual

I had NO IDEA that was Emerald's weapons and thought it had to of been like Willow or Klein having a secret weapon

So Jaune can really Aura Amp without touching them he just chooses to usually

"Kill me. Kill me" NO NO NO

Nora really was like "we've been through this Penny"

"Jaune! Boost her aura!" "You have a soul Penny, you're not a machine" *hand holding* *everyone hugging* MY HEART OKAY

Jaune held her hands for like a second did anyone else see that?? But Nora squeezing her hand while hugging her with the side of her body was so cute

Side hugs are great AND SO UNDERRATED i cant believe we got 3 this ep

Everyone sitting on the ground together was like a cinematic and metaphorical thing i know but IM JUST HAPPY THEYRE ALL HUGGING

Emerald ive never liked you but im starting to love your character

OZPIN APOLOGIZED

I love how its always Oscar reminding him of things

NEO VS CINDER NEO VS CINDER

I know its not happening bc Cinder is persuasive��� but i can dream

But seriously what is Watts doing

ALL-IN-ALL i loved this episode. Its was emotionally heavy instead of action heavy but it still felt heavy you know? Anyways i love it when characters are touchy-feely and this ep delivered

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Hidden Agenda II

Gif credit @angelreyesgirl

Tag list. @nocturnalherb16. @ilovetaquitosmmmm. @twistnet. @leaalfred. @mayans-mc. @baylishh. @jesseswartzwelder. @tranqs-main-mami. (I keep forgetting to tag you. I'm so sorry)

Warning: Murder, blood.

Angel watched his back during his everyday routine. It had been about a month since the bounty on his and the clubs heads were released. He's had one attempt but lucky for Angel his brother was there to help him out.

"You need to get out of town, go underground and hide out until this all blows over". Bishop told Angel. Bishop and the club haven't had an attack on them. It was just Angel that you wanted. He used and mentally abused you to take out your father. Now you were doing the same.

"This wont blow over. I'm not running away from my problems. If Y/N, wants to take me out she will have too because I'm not being scared of a little girl that thinks she a gangster". Angel replied, taking a seat at the table. Bishop wanted Angel to leave so he could smooth things over with you but Angel was stubborn.

"You're going to get someone killed or get yourself killed. Just take a week or so to let things cool off. No one will think you're running".

"I'm not. So if this is all I'm going to head out. I have somethings to do". Angel got up from the table. Bishop sighed, running his hand down his face.

"Then take someone so they can watch your back. You're not invincible. Theres a lot of people looking for you. Dead or alive". Bishop warned Angel before he stepped outside the door.

"Right". Angel chuckled, he thought this was a joke. But everyone around his knew this wasn't something to take easily.

"What about those two? You think they could be with her"? Ez asked his brother as they parked their bikes on the sidewalk.

Angel looked at the two buff fellows across the street. One was talking on the phone while the other sipped his coffee.

"Nah. Stop worrying. I'm fine". Angel took off his helmet and got off his bike.

"No, you're not Angel. Y/N, wants you dead. Do you not get that"? Ez followed Angel into the store.

"Will you stop? I know, she wants me dead. But I'm not going to live my life in the shadows because of her. So shut up and go away". Angel huffed, turning on his heel and going about his way. Ez shook his head and went a different direction.

While Ez, looked around waiting on Angel, he had to pee.

"Where's the restroom"? He asked the stocker down the aisle he was in.

"In the back, last door on the right".

"Thanks". Ez checked on Angel before he went. It's a store, nothing will happen in broad daylight, Ez thought as he went on his way.

As Ez was about to turn the hand on the bathroom door, he was grabbed from behind. A strong hand covering his mouth. Arms squeezed him as they drug him into the back of the store. Ez, tried kicking and clawing at the hand but it just tightened around his mouth.

"Well, well, well. Isn't the brother of Angel Reys". A womans voice took Ez by surprise as he stopped in pitch blackness. The hand and arms still wrapped around him.

"I see you've met Boris. He's my little helper today". The womans voice, Ez recognized. It was you.

"Msnndkeknsmskn". Ez tried to speak but it was muffled.

"What's that? I can't quite hear you. Seems the cat got your tongue". You laughed, taking out a knife, walking closer to Ez. Bringing yourself into the light.

"I want you to deliver a message to Angel. Can you do that"?

You saw Ezs Adams apple bob as he gulped. He nodded his head agreeing.

"I want you to tell him. How does it feel to find the one you love the most......dying"? You whispered in his ear.

Ezs eyes grew big as he saw you raise your hand back and stab him in the chest. The blade sparked in the light. Another stab landed in his chest over and over again. Blood splattered your face and Ezs. His life flashed before him.

"Oh, tell him I'll be coming for him next". You patted Ezs cheek before stabbing him one last time, making sure it went in deep.

Jerking the knife out of Ezs chest, Boris dropped him to the ground. His lifeless body just laid there. The two of you quickly hurried out of the store from the back and jumped into a unmarked car. Racing away.

Meanwhile, Angel finished his shopping and headed to the checkout.

"Have you seen a guy wearing this kutte? He went to the bathroom but havent seen him since". He asked the cashier.

"Havent seen anyone leave so he might be still in the bathroom. It's in the back down the hall last door right". The cashier rang up Angel's items as he went to check on his brother.

Angel got to the door and knocked. No answer. He jiggled the door handle and entered. No one was there. Angel rolled his eyes and was about to walk away but the black streaks on the floor caught his attention. He followed them to the double doors.

Angel pulled his gun and pushed the door. Angel's heart dropped as he saw his brother on the ground. He rushed over moving Ez to his back, gently.

"Oh fuck. Ez, you stay with me". Angel held his brothers limp head.

"No, no, no". Angel sobbed as he felt along Ezs chest, the stab wounds gushing blood.

Angel scooped up Ez and ran to the front.

"Call 911 now. My brothers been stabbed". Angel yelled to the cashier. A group of people surrounded Angel as he fell to the ground holding his brothers body. Tears running down his face. Blood covered his hands and shirt. Angel held onto Ez tightly, his body pressed against his.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry". Angel whispered to Ez.

The paramedics arrived, forcing Angel to let go of Ez. The paramedic did CPR and tried to resuscitate Ez but he had lost to much blood and his wounds were to deep. Angel had lost the only one that truly cared for him.

They loaded Ez in a body bag when the club arrived. Bishop rushed to Angels side.

"What happened"?

"She got him. She killed my baby brother". Angel wiped his nose on his bloody hand.

"I'm sorry, Angel". Bishop squeezed Angel's shoulder.

"This is fucked up. Why did she have to kill him"? Coco came running up to Angel as he just passed the body.

"She wanted me to feel the way she did". Angel's lip quivered. "I do".

"We're going to make this right. I'll call in everyone". Bishop started off. Angel shook his head.

"No. No one else is going to die because of what I did". He got up from the ground.

"We all made that decision. Not just you".

"I pulled the trigger". Angels voice was soft as he went outside. Seeing his brother being driven to the morgue.

Angel had only one thing left on his mind. He had to end this before other were taken away from him. He got on his bike and drove to the one he knew could end it all.

You knew Angel would show up at your place before the night was over. He couldnt take another hit on his club.

You chuckled as you walked down the sidewalk, seeing him pull up.

"Hello there, Angel". You greeted him.

He pulled of his helmet and started towards you.

"What's wrong? You seem upset, something got you down"?

"You killed my brother. The only person I cared about". Angel gritted his teeth.

"Did he give you the message? Or was it to late for him"?

"I want this to end. This between us needs to stop. I dont want any of by brothers to die because of what I did. I'm sorry, that I killed your father. I'm sorry". He cried.

"Angel, Angel. Now you know it's not that easy. They took their part in this as well".

"What can I do to make you leave them alone"?

"Nothing".

"Please. Don't do anything to them".

"Take out your gun". You told Angel.

"Then you'll leave them alone"?

"We'll see. First, let's see what you're made of".

Angel pointed his gun at you. You reached behind you and brought out your gun, pointing it at Angel.

Angel's mind raced, he knew if you killed him you may or may not keep your word. But if he killed you then someone will still be after him. It wasn't going to stop. But it had too. Angel gripped the trigger on his gun, his hand shaked.

You smirked as you gripped your trigger. Your hand firmly held your gun.

BANG!!!!

[sero-sphere]

“Race ya’?” -Denki Kaminari  (racing in the rain fluff)

Sorry I havent written anything in forever. I’ve just been out of ideas! I only really write when I’m inspired!

The other day @bakugotrashpanda​ wrote this amazing thing, and it reminded me of how Denki Kaminari would 100% run through the rain with you no matter what. 

warnings: 1,500 words ; i cant write sex shit, so its always implied. my brain short circuits when i get to that part. this is just some self indulgent Kaminari fluff cause why not?

You looked up to the sky and laughed.  “It’s getting darker and darker! We’re going to get soaked. 10% chance my ass!”

The pro hero behind you glanced up, then back towards you with the biggest grin on his face. “It will be just like high school all over again…. Race ya?”  

“I bet you twenty, I can make it back before you!” You huffed to the blonde in response, you took off running through the city as it started to pour.

“Wait up! You got a head start!” He followed suit, keeping a steady pace not too far behind you. The two of you had been walking back from some charity event your agencies made you attend. It wasn’t supposed to rain, but here you both were.

It really was just like high school all over again. Back then, you had both worked internships in the same area, and would walk home together. Many times, you’d find yourself racing the whole distance back to the dorms in the rain. Clearly, you both didn’t know there was a thing called an umbrella, because you both never bothered to bring one. Really, thinking back on it…the two of you must have been lacking some serious brain cells because running through the rain did nothing to keep you drier either.

You made it back to your apartment just as the storm started to pick up, the two of you now soaked and out of breath.

“Why the fuck have we not learned to carry an umbrella?” You groaned as you turned to slap your door. “I won by the way.”

“I don’t even own one…” Kaminari said with a giggle. He was hunched over leaning his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

You turned your key and opened the door to your apartment, taking a step inside you motioned for him to follow. “Yeah, I don’t either! Come in, you’re not walking home in that! I’ll dry your clothes.”

“Thanks! I’m kinda hungry, you got anything good?”

“I don’t know, make yourself at home. I’ll be right back!!!”

You went to your room, shedding yourself of the sopping wet clothes you were wearing.  You grabbed the first set of pj’s you found and threw them on. You continued rummaging through your drawers until you could find a shirt, and pants that would fit Kaminari.

“Stay in the kitchen, I swear if you get water all over my house I’ll kill you.” You could hear a faint laugh and a few footsteps leading back towards the kitchen before he responded.

“I’ll be a good boy…I promise.”

“Oh, you better be.”  You finally settled on some old sleep shirt and some stretchy athletic pants.

“Is that a threat, Y/N?” He was standing in your kitchen, rummaging through your cabinet when you walked back out from your room.

“Hell yeah!” You shouted as you threw the shirt and pants at him, catching him off guard.

“I’m taking a quick shower, you can use the dryer for your clothes.”

Once out of the shower, you dried up and slipped on the dry pj’s you had thrown on from before.

You were still towel drying your hair when you walked back into the kitchen.

“I mean, I did say make yourself at home, but maybe I should have asked you for some rent money too? Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

Denki was standing there, in nothing but his boxer briefs, making pancakes.

“Heh, I’m making us pancakes! I didn’t wanna get your clothes all dirty.” He turned back towards the stove, concentrating on flipping the last pancake perfectly. The tip of his tongue peeking out perfectly from between his lips.

“Oh, thanks, is this my prize for my 4 year winning streak? I don’t think you’ve ever won, not even once!”

You moved closer towards him, and threw the towel you were drying your hair with, to his head, and started drying his.  You were trying to avoid him dripping anymore water throughout your kitchen, but his wet footprints were already everywhere at this point, it didn’t matter.

“I could have if I wanted to.” He shot back, angling his head closer towards you so you could get the drips from his bangs.

“What do you mean if you wanted to? You didn’t want to win?”

“And give up the opportunity to watch you instead? Come on, you were always soaking wet…it was high school for God sakes. I couldn’t help it.”

“Denki Kaminari!” You paused, and stepped back to look at him questioningly. “Then what about today?”

He shoved a plate of pancakes into your hands, and pulled you over to sit down at the table. “Old habits die hard I guess?”

“These better be some damn good pancakes, Denki.”

You sat there, chatting with him, laughing as you thought back to today’s events. His pancakes were surprisingly really good. You still wished he would have at least put on a shirt. You were trying really hard not to let your eyes wander…but like Denki said ‘old habits die hard right?’ Did you still have a crush on him? His voice broke you from your train of thought.

“Did you see when that little girl accidently poked Bakugou right in the eye? He looked like he was crying…I’ve never seen him that soft before!”

You watched as he went to take a bite, and some of the maple syrup dripped onto his chest.

You stopped laughing and just stared for a bit, he seemingly didn’t notice as the sticky drop was now running down towards his nipple.

Kaminari must have caught you staring because before you could even say anything he spoke up.

“You good?”

Your cheeks had to be red by now, you could feel yourself growing hotter already.

“Uh…yeah you just have a little uhm, syrup…there.” You pointed to his chest as he looked down a bit. You reached out to wipe it off, instinctively licking your fingers to clean them from the sticky, sweet syrup.

“Oh, sorry.”  You mumbled after you realized what you had done. You were a flustered mess at this point. He didn’t seem to mind one bit, if anything he liked to tease you. Proven true by his next course of actions.

“No it’s ok… I think I have a bit more there… though.” He took his next bite, making sure to miss his mouth ever so slightly, parting his lips, as the extra maple syrup came cascading down his chin, dripping right down on his abs.

You brought your thumb up to smear the bit on the corner of his mouth. Right as you reached his lips, he opened them to lick at your finger. You pushed some of the dripping syrup back inside his mouth, letting your thumb sit on his tongue for a moment. You pulled it back only to grip his arms as you leaned down to lick the bit that had landed on his stomach.

You heard a whimpered “oh…shit….” from above you. His breath hitched as you trailed his chest, kissing and licking on your way back up. Making sure to clean as much of the syrup off of him as you could.

“You’re still all sticky” you said in a whisper as you licked over his lips, it took a moment for him to part them allowing you both to deepen the kiss. You pulled away after a while, and looked back at him, eyes now half lidded and lips plump, they still tasted so sweet.

Denki finally broke the silence. “I guess that pancakes were a good idea.”

“I think there’s maple syrup in my hair!” You called from the kitchen as you were getting re-dressed. Denki was just pulling his clothes out of the drier.

“Oh, I definitely do… hey can I ask you a question?” Kaminari sounded almost confused.

“Shoot.”

“Why didn’t we do that sooner?”  He walked back into the kitchen to look at you.

You paused…and thought before you answered him. Did you really want to tell him the truth?

“I guess I didn’t really want my feelings to get in the way. I had a really great time with you today, and I guess I kind of just went for it.”

Kaminari looked little worried. “What do you mean feelings? You like someone else.” His smile, ever so slightly fading. You decided on the truth.

“No you dipshit. I like you….I have since high school. I was so worried that I’d be just be another number to you, I didn’t want that.” You turned to put the plates into the sink. Anything to avoid looking at him, so you didn’t have to watch his reaction.

“I’d never think of you as ‘just another number’....not an ordinary one at least.” Kaminari had snuck up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in closer. Kissing at the already purple mark he had made, not too long ago, on your neck.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You glanced back up at him. His smile was so soft….

“I want you to be my infinity…”

[endlessbrokenthoughts]

Crush /Bang Chan\

Waring: Uh Heartbreak, fluff, angst and a same scene of Changbin :) (Honestly tho who knows what I wrote I was just in a Chan mood so help yourselves)

You thought hanging out with your friends would've of helped you a bit as you all danced your souls away at the new night club that opened a couple of days ago.But no. That could never happen especially when you were in love with your best friend.

 Bang Chan 

“Hey whats up with you?” Chan asks you as he sees you sitting alone yet again at the top of the bar. A frown was plastered on his lips as he looked over you.

Sighing you just wave him off like nothing happened. Even though nothing did happen you were just in too much of a bad mood to talk to him. 

The cause of your bad mood being him.

You loved him. To much for a best friend if you get my drift.

‘He’d never love you back, have you seen him he’d never want you’

“Yeah i’m fine just bad day at work” You reply back taking your vodka into your hand ,gulping it down you put the glass back down onto the table before getting up. At this point Chan was watching your every move. He was worried about you.

“I’m going to head home” You say as you grab your purse, Chan pulls you into his chest giving you a tight hug before you left. If only he knew how much that hug hurt you, you felt the rush of sadness gush over you, pulling back you gave a quick smile at him before walking out.

Chan couldn't stop worrying about you all night, Couldn’t get rid of the thought that you were hurt.

Were you angry at him? Of course not he didn’t do anything to you?

Just as Chan was about to put his drink down and head home Chanagbin stopped him.

“Hey dude where y/n?” He asks, because usually your hanging off the side of Chan when ye guys go out, But not tonight, Tonight was different.

“Uh- yeah she headed home she wasn’t feeling it tonight?” Chan shouts over at Changbin as the music was too loud for him to properly hear. 

“That’s weird she doesn't really end up like that when we hang out does she?” Changbin shouts back worry flashed over his face for a second or two before Chan replied back to him.

“Yeah i think ill head over to her house see if shes okay” Chan says pushing both of his hands into his pocket.

“Is that a good idea though?”

“What why wouldn't it be? I always go over to y/n’s” Chan says back confusion written over his face as Changbin chuckles at him.

“Your really dumb aren’t you?” Changbin snorts at him, he grabs Chan out of the night club behind him, they both stop outside the chill from outside making Chan wrap his arms around him.

“Im confused? Everything is so confusing tonight i cant thin-” Chan starts up soon shuts up as Changbin cuts him off.

“She loves you, you idiot” He says,

“S-she what?” 

“Its pretty fucking clear, shes loved you for years bro how havent you seen it” 

Has he seen it? I mean a couple of weeks ago she did start to get less affectionate, not many hugs, barley texts you, no kisses ont he cheek or any calls to the dorms anymore.

Y/N was becoming distant from Chan and it was all making sense.

“I-I have to go” Chan rushes out before he runs off in the oppoiste direction. He was planning on going home but home could wait he needed to see you. He needed you.

Y/N p.o.v

After tying your hair up in a pony tail and making your way to the sitting you, you throw on a movie sitting down for the night after the events of tonight disappointing you.

Beep! Beep!

Chan: u still up? (Sent 02:47 am)

Rolling your eyes you throw your phone beside you, your mind focusing ont he movie playing in front of you.

Beep! Beep!

Chan: I’m outside let me in :( ( Sent 02:49 am)

What is he doing?

“I swear that man doesn't have a brain cell to live my god” You grunt out before heading towards your front door, pulling it opened there stood the man you love.

“What are you doing here” You ask as casually as you could without him being suspicious of you.

Stepping aside, Chan walked in looking around your apartment before making his way to your couch.

“I didn’t wanna go home thought I could hang out here for a while” He says giving you that smile. The smile that makes your legs weak. All you could was smile back.

After about 2 movies in, you thought it was time to go to bed. Standing up you stretch your arms as Chan does the same.

“Alright i’m going to bed, you going to sleep on the couch?” You ask as you grab your phone from the side of the chair. Chan only looks up at you before opening his mouth and closing it straight after.

A frown makes it way onto your face, sitting on your knees as you kneel in front of Chan who looked like he was going to cry any second.

“Hey its okay don’t worry i’m here don’t cry” You hush at him as you wrap him in your arms, his head falling into the crook of your neck as tears fall onto your shirt, Chan never cries. The only soul purpose he was crying for was because he thought he was going to loose you.

“Chan baby whats wrong” You whisper to him, but as you spoke his crying only got worse. His grip on your waist tightens and you cant help but feel heartbroken seeing the boy you love cry.

“I love you y/n” He whispers as his tears keep rolling down his face.

“I know you do I love you too” You whisper back to him not understanding why ye were whsipering now but if Chan wants to whisper then everyone was going to whisper.

“Do you really?” He asks pulling back slightly to look at you. Shocked by his question.

“yes Chan of course I do your my best fri-” Your cut off as Chan pulls back completely. 

“Then why did you do it” He asks, confused by his question you slowly stood up too, not understanding anything that was happening right now.

“Chan I don’t know what your o-”

“I know y/n I know you love me” He says in a small tone, the floor suddenly being more interesting  to him as he spoke.

You could only gasp at that moment. He knew, he wasn't suppose to find out.

“I d-don’t know what your talking about” You reply back suddenly feeling sick, taking a sit on the couch Chan stood a couple of feet back from you as his eyes were glued to you.

“I might not be the most smartest person around y/n but I could tell tonight after you left, Changbin tol-” 

“Changbin told you?” You asked , he could only nod at you before brushing a hand through his hair.

“He lied” you said the words coming out of your mouth also being a lie. Chan’s face fell as you spoke.

“Your lying” he says

“I-I’m not”

“Just tell me why you did it!” he asks

“Why did I do what” you ask giving a shrug of the shoulders.

“Lie to me and then distant yourself from me for weeks!” you couldn’t do this anymore you loved him but the though of you telling him you loved him. Wasn’t exactly what you were thinking. He was going to reject you.

“I’m asking you again y/n be honest with me okay just tell me why you did it!” He asks his voice going softer as he kneels down in front of you now.

“Because I fell in love with you! Okay!” You finally day.

The room went silent for a couple of minutes as you stared at your legs. You couldn’t look up and see the disgust on Chan’s face.

If only you knew Chan felt the opposite, he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest if he kept staring at you. After a while of thinking on the way over to your house Chan also realized he loved you too. So much.

“Say it” he says.

“Say what Chan”

“Tell me you love me” this time you look up at him. His gaze was still stuck to the floor.

Walking over to him you place your hand on his chin, tilting his head up to make eye contact with you, your heart thumped against your chest as he stared at you. The man you fell in love with all those years ago stood right here in front of you. Just like he always was, he was there for you. You made sure of that.

“I love you Chan” You say in a soft tone. He takes a deep breath in.

“I love you too y/n” He says back too. 

“Always have always will” He finishes off before you know it his soft lips are placed gently on your own, this is what true love felt like.

“Maybe you should bring me on a date first?” You joke after pulling back.

“Its a date ill bring you somewhere fancy tomorrow I promise” He says his pinky finger going up as he does, his forehead leaned against your own.

Connecting your own pinky with his own his lips come down onto your own, smiling against the kiss you couldn't of asked for a better night and at this stage you couldn't ask for a better future with the love of your life.

[shesawriter39049]

“Hands to myself” Taehyung Mini smut drabble

RANDOM AF..ALL SMUT..no real plot..I guess lowkey a fan hookup backstage before the show !? 1.2 k

UPDATE: This could kinda fall into my “VIP Treatment” series..even though I didin’t have that in mind when I wrote it..but it fits...

“Tae, baby-f-fuck” A chocked out sobb hiccuped from your chest, as your head and hand slap against the wall of his dressing room. He was told a good oh I don't know...5 or so minutes ago that he needed to start getting ready, yet here he was. His skilled fingers riding you towards your 3rd..yes 3rd release, they were fucking perfect...long enough to hit what felt like the deepest niche within your core. Yet they were thick, thicker than you expected..making you kneel out in pleasure the minute his knuckles disappeared between your lips. “God, you sound soo good calling me that” Kissing his way down the side of your neck, caressing each inch of your skin , you were sure your entire neck had to be a very interesting shade of purple by now. As he seemed to have made a home in the crook of your neck..marking you as his...even if it was only for tonight.”Your making it impossible for me to keep my hands off you,..you know that right?” There was a hint of smokeyness that melted into his voice as it brushed against your skin, letting your hands find there place in his hair. Another moan fell effortlessly from your lips, as you felt his teeth sink into the base of your neck. “Good,I don't want you to, they feel soo good…soo good baby” It was like he became addicted..addicted to how warm and tight your pussy felt clenching around his fingers. How effortlessly “Baby” rolled off your tongue in reference to him as he brought you to each of yours highs. How no matter how hard you came, how much your thighs were trembling...how wet his hand felt...or how weak your voice became..you still wanted more. Not afraid to push your body as far as it’s willing to go. 

“Oh fuckk…” clawing your nails through the thin material of his tee-shirt as you felt that familiar feeling start to build in your stomach again. He hadn't given you time in between to fully come down, if he wasn’t fucking you open he was rubbing your clit and vise versa. Keeping you stimulated the entire time..at this point almost overstimulated,your thigsh havent stopped shaking and your clit was still swollen and throbbing yet you wanted more. Rocking your hips into the palm of his hand but this time the tension was far more intense than the others. Everything felt amplified, due to how sensitive all your nerves were, as he snaked his fingers in between your folds you could almost pinpoint exactly where within your walls he was. Even able to feel the metal of the 3 tiny rings that sat along his fingers..you felt everything! “Shit, Tae you need to stop..unless you want me to squirt all over your extremely expensive-oh god- jeans…” Everything was strained.. as you spoke you weren't even sure if he understood you in between the cries that swept in the middle of every word you tried to utter out. All the muscles in your body were starting to seize up, moaning out against the crook of your neck as his hand took a firm squeeze on your ass before bring it up to your jaw. Titing it down to make you look at him “Fuck, you can do that?” The eyebrow raise accompanied by the smirk..and the underlayer of excitement in his voice almost had you scared to answer that . It was clear he was more than up for the challenge and there was no way he hell he was stopping until you made a mess all over him. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip trying to muffle the cry that was teasing up your throat as slid a third..finger in...curling it upwards meeting the others...your heat pulsing against him even stronger now that he was three wide, knuckle deep. “If-If you can hit right spot then..yeah..yeah I can..” Smirking up at him through hooded lids as he brought his forehead down to rest against yours. Another moan escaped his lips at the sounds of that, sweeping his tongue against your bottom lip before sliding it into your mouth. Bringing his opposite hand to to slightly adjust your posture...taping your thigh so you could loosely wrap it around his waist..making you arch slightly off the wall. Keeping a firm grip around your waist as he guided you to rock your hips up into his palm. Helping him slide against you at a even deeper angle, the feeling became even more intense than it did only seconds prior which you didn't even think was possible. The cries forming in your throat got stronger even as the rolled against his tongue, they weren't close to muffled. “..And am I hitting it right baby? Are you going to come for me again? Make a even bigger mess all over my thigh?” Slurring his word against your tongue as he didn't fully break away from the kiss. You never in a million years thought you’d hear Kim Taehyung call you “baby”….nevertheless while his fingers were riding you through your 3rd Orgasim. And fuck, if it didn't sound  damn good coming from that deep husky voice of his..not to mention the fact that he was practically moaning all of it against your tongue. More than evident how hard he was at this point, you could feel his length pressing into your inner thigh. Walls clenching automatically  at just the slight brush of how thick this man was..you wanted him to fill you to the brim, but unfortunately there wasn’t time for all that right now. “Fuck yes..oh my god right there...please right there..” it was clear how close you were, from how uneven your voice was, a slight tremble residing in your throat. His fingers were edging your G-spot perfectly...continuously thrusting them in and out in at a rapid speed. His palm smacking against your lips every time..the sound of your wetness bouncing off the walls .

” Hmm...there baby?” You could feel the smirk in his voice, he was getting just as aroused as you were..accent becoming impossibly thick. He already knew the answer to his rhetorical question..from how hard you were clenching around him...already knowing he was right where you needed him to be. Not letting up until you gave him what he wanted, dragging his fingers along every inch of you heat.Suddenly you found yourself invuotetarlly squeezing him in place, almost unable to release the grip you held around him. Muscles spasming so tight he almost felt stuck for a minute. ”Oh fuck fuck fu--”  instantly dropping your head to his shoulder..biting into his chest trying to muffle your sounds as it felt like your body was hurdling over itself. Knees actually buckling as a result of your orgasim being ripped form your body. If his arm wasn’t around your waist you probably would have hit the floor. You felt yourself dripping down his palm, onto your inner thigh..when suddenly your arousal hit it’s peek “Tae-fuck” your words were barely audible as they slurred against his shirt..your fluids felt as though they were almost forcing his fingers free. In that moment a growl that almost felt...primal erupted from his throat as you soaked his thigh “Fuck yes baby, good girl...good girl….” leaving faint kissing in your hair as he soothed his hand over your thigh. While you panted heavily into his chest...fingers still clinging to his shirt for dear life. Still slowly rocking his fingers in and out, causing your body to quake at every movement. “That..was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen...holy shit…” Whispering the praise into your hair..body to weak in the moment to respond. That’s when you heard a hard bang on the door...something mumbled in korean...which let you know he was probably getting cursed out and needed to get his ass ready….

You weren't sure what he said in response, as it was obviously on Korean but whatever it was it made the staff member walk away from the door. Yet he still hasn't pulled away from you let..giving you a minute to fully let  your body come down. Well aware of how hard you just came, and how sensitive your entire body was as you were still shaking actually. Slowly sliding his fingers out..using your juices to gently rub light circles over your clit, while his other hand continued stroking your hip. Continuously whispering into your hair how good you did, how good you felt, the praise only making you more lightheaded than you already where. Once your breathing started to even out, you finally pulled your head back from him..bracing it against the wall.glancing up at him with full heavy lashes.  A lazy smirk tugged on the corners of his lips at the site of how fucked out you were. I mean don’t get me wrong you still looked good it was just clear he wore you out and he ...loved  every second of it...

“I-if you want..I can stick around and maybe you can try for number four with your dick this time?” Eyebrow quirked slightly at the implied question while your teeth grazed your bottom lip.  A light chuckle left his throat, as he grabbed your hand..guiding you to slowly stroke his length through his jeans. Making sure you knew how hard he was, making it pulse a couple times while in your hold , simultaneously clenching your walls every time you felt him move. I guess that was his way of letting you know..you reallyyyyyy didn't need to question if he wanted you to stick around or not….

Love you guys as always,

Rocki 

[spaceskam]

Idk if you’ve seen the most recent druck episode/clip (SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT) but could you please write sommethibg where maybe David heard/saw Matteo having his breakdown??????????????? ❤️❤️❤️

okay this is a little bit different than what you asked but i hope you like it regardless

“He’s cute.”

“Trust me, I know.”

Laura smiled over to David who simply kept his eyes on Matteo.  Some guy had pulled him onto the dance floor and he looked more than uncomfortable.  And David watched.  He knew how it felt to be uncomfortable in your surroundings while desperately trying to go along with it.  It didn’t feel right to just ignore it in Matteo like everyone else seemed to.

But when one of the guys tried to touch Matteo, he quickly shut down.  David felt his heart beat a little faster as he watched panic slowly began to pile in Matteo after he snapped at the guy who had stepped a little too close.  He waited for him to just step away or for one of his friends to coax him to calm down, but neither happened.  In fact, every single one of Matteo’s friends either gave him a confused look or didn’t even notice him at all. David stood a little taller, watching as Matteo fought through the crowd before disappearing behind one of the doors down the hallway.  His anxious fingers tapped against his beer as he debated going to check on him.  He decided it against it.  The fact was, even though they had fun together, David hardly knew him.  He was sure he wouldn’t be welcome.

Over the course of an hour, David had passed by Matteo’s door five times and tried to be casual when pressing his ear against it.  Each time it was absolute silence and then he’d be pulled away by Laura or Leonie or Sara.  The door seemed to have a gravitational pull that he had to stop listening to whenever the girls seemed to notice the pattern.

As the night pressed on, David kept glancing at Matteo’s door.  He didn’t even expect it to ever open‒he just didn’t want to miss it if it did.  David had stupidly watched Matteo since the first time he saw him weeks prior and he was aware of how capable he was at shutting himself down.  Sometimes David felt a little lucky that he occasionally got something other than that out of him.

Tonight, however, he didn’t expect to get anything else out of him.  

Weight piled on David’s chest when he saw Matteo’s friends banging on his door.  They were shouting things as if any amount of naked women would lure him out.  Did they not see how Matteo looked or did they just not care?

“Do you think he’s okay?” Laura asked softly.  David didn’t respond, merely watching the door.  Part of him wanted to single-handedly throw everyone out to give Matteo the alone time he clearly wanted.  

But he didn’t have to when everyone got the idea themselves.

“I’m gonna stay back,” David told Laura as the apartment began to empty, absentmindedly beginning to clean up the kitchen area.  “Gonna help clean up.”

“Mhm, sure you are.  You’re just gonna clean?” Laura teased and David rolled his eyes.

“Yeah.  He… he looked overwhelmed and I don’t think a fucking wrecked apartment would be any more comforting.” David chuckled.  Laura’s bottom lip protruded in adoration.

“You’re so cute.”

“Haha, leave,” David said blandly.  Laura merely smiled and reached up to give him a peck on the cheek before leaving along with everyone else.

Then there were two.

Or, one, really.  David spent around 15 minutes alone just picking up here and there.  He didn’t expect Matteo to leave his room and he honestly hoped he was asleep.  With the way he looked, he deserved sleep.  Not that he didn’t look great.  David could just feel the discomfort that rippled off his body.  He just wished there was a way to make him feel better.

Without much of a warning, the new silence of the room broke with the sound of Matteo’s feet shuffling into the kitchen.  David watched him cautiously.  Matteo looked like he hadn’t slept in days and his body glistened with a thin layer of sweat.  He looked disheveled‒which was saying a lot when talking about Matteo.  He looked like he needed a hug.  David debated providing but decided against touching him.  He didn’t want to make it worse.  He understood not wanting to be touched.

“You look good today.” David tried instead.  Matteo clearly didn’t believe him but stood closer regardless.  David felt privileged.  He didn’t push it, he merely wished he knew Matteo a little bit better so he’d know how to comfort him.

That desire amplified when Matteo looked like he was about two seconds away from crying.

David felt a little helpless as he tried to figure out what Matteo was feeling.  He didn’t want to push or pry, but he also didn’t want to ignore it.  Everyone else seemed content with ignoring him.

But then Matteo stared at him with a smile and he forgot he was trying to comfort him.  Matteo was there and he was smiling at him and it was the first time he’d seen him smile all night.  It was borderline addictive.

They leaned in closer and when their foreheads touched, David was blessed with Matteo looking more at peace than he had all week.  The closer David got and the more he checked to make sure Matteo was okay with it, the more he heard his heart beating in his ears.  He felt special, chosen.   Matteo was allowing him to touch him‒he wanted him to.  He trusted him.

So David went for it.

[nctrenjunie]

Seduced work ~ Doyoung (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Comment: I wrote half of this until 5am, went to sleep for three hours then I went to a friend to study, then I went home to write the other half and now I´m going to the gym. I´m gonna start writing the Jaehyun smut today when I come back!

Request:

“Meeting in 10 minutes.”

His soft but strict voice made goosebumps appear on your skin as he walked away from your desk into his office. You counted every minute before you stood up, taking some contracts with you before you finally made your way to the CEO's office.

With a slight bow you greeted your coworkers that went out of his office before entering and closing the big door. He smiled at you shortly before checking the windows to be sure that nobody could look through. You made your way to his desk in the middle of the office while he sat down on the edge of the desk. Standing in front of him he pulled the contracts out of your arms, putting them behind him on the desk before wrapping his arms around your waist.

He pulled you closer while smiling at you brightly. You closed your eyes, letting your forehead fall on his while letting out a sigh. Doyoung also closes his eyes, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“What's wrong baby?”

“I just missed you. You have been working so much because of the upcoming project baby. You should get some rest.”

“Don't worry baby, I'm good and the only thing I need right now is you.”

You chuckle at his remark letting your head fall down into the crook of his neck. Doyoungs hands move to your back and you feel his hands slowly stroking over your blouse. He presses a small kiss near your ear as you pull your arms up and over his shoulders. Moving your head you kiss his hands softly, parting away from his lips before pecking them again. The embrace Doyoung held you in tightened as he pulled you closer. You felt his right leg move between your legs, parting your legs a little so you could feel his knee and than his leg rub right against your core. You looked at him sceptic, trying to remind him that you are in the office and behind these closed doors there are still people working. Doyoung just looked at you with an innocent and needy gaze before his hands went up to your cheeks. Caressing them, Doyoung tried to convince your doubts with a slight pout before speaking up.

“With saying I need you I mean I really really need you honey.”

Now he buries his head in the crook of your neck, plastering sweet butterfly kisses on your sensitive skin. His hands move back to your waist as his kisses become a bit sloppier, trying to seduce into his needs. You close your eyes by the feeling of his tongue licking up your neck and his mouth sucking purple hickeys on your skin that you have to cover up with makeup and a scarf later. Trying not to fall to deep into the feeling you open your eyes.

“Stop seducing me Doyoung. You know I need you too but we just can't, what if they hear us. Let's just do it after work, at home.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes at your comment before nodding. Thinking the topic stopped you suddenly felt his leg rub against your core again. You looked at him, telling him with a glare to stop. Instead, Doyoung pressed your upper body closer to his chest, holding your waist steady. His leg kept on rubbing against your core, making you feel aroused more that you wanted to. You moved your hands onto his shoulders, grabbing onto his jacket, trying to silent the whimper you wanted to let out. Doyoung bugged his knee against your knee finally getting a small moan from you. You let yourself fall into his touch, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his chest as your tried to stop your moans from slipping out. One of his hands moved  away from your hips, making his way to your pants. Opening your pants, Doyoung put his hand down your underwear, smirking satisfied as he felt your wetness. You felt his fingers rub over your slit before he rammed one of his fingers into your hole. You gasped out, bucking your hips against his hand as he didn´t move. You moved your right hand down, into your pants putting it on his. Trying to make his hand move with yours he chuckled.

“Doyoung I…”

“Darling you are so wet for me. I should be a good boyfriend for my baby and make her feel even better, right?”

Whimpers left your mouth as he started to move his finger fast in and out of your pussy. Adding a second finger your moans began to become louder. You shutted the noises from outside the doors out, focusing on hitting your high as Doyoung became faster. You opened your eyes as you felt him abruptly stop, smirking at you letting out a small laugh. You slapped his shoulder slightly, pissed at him for not letting you cum. Doyoung took his finger out of you, moving them up to his lips before sucking them slowly. Taking his fingers out of his mouth he led them to yours, putting them on your lips to make you suck them too.

“I would love to make you cum but first of all you may suck of my cock.”

You smirked at him, already planning to tease him. You were about to get down on your knees as a knock on the big door made you stop in your track. Panicking you hid yourself under the big desk before Doyoung sat in front of you, trying to hide the hard on you could definitely see through his pants. You heard the door open, hearing his secretaries voice. It seemed to be about the upcoming project so it might take awhile until you could get out of your hide place so you decided to do what you had to do. Moving a little bit forward you put your hands on Doyoungs thighs before slowly rubbing up to his pants. For now, there wasn't any reaction from him as he tried to keep his composure. Unbuttoning as silently as possible his pants you took his hard member out of his pants. He looked down to you for a short moment, trying to show you with his gaze to stop but you didn't care.

You started to bob your hand up and down his length, looking up at him before he looked back to his secretary. He left out a slight sigh, getting a remark from his secretary if everything is okay. He played it of, saying hes just a little tired. Positioning yourself on your knees you let spit fall onto the tip of his cock before moving your tongue teasingly over his cock. Doyoung started only to nod at his secretaries words, trying to compress his moans. You bobbed your mouth as deep as you could on his dick, feeling the tip of his cock at the end of your mouth. He started to tap his fingers on the desk, getting impatient while you started to get faster and faster. Doyoung felt his high approaching as pulled your mouth away from his cock, leaving him needy for his release.

“Fuck.”

Doyoung threw his head back into his neck, pulling his hands over his face. Realising what he just said he looked perplexed at his secretary. She looked back at him shocked, trying to understand the situation.

“Mr. Kim… what did you just say? I-is everything okey?”

“No...I mean yes, everything okay I just remembered I still have to look through these contracts.”

She nodded confused before making her leave to the door. Relaxing a bit as he saw his secretary leave she turned around again.

“Sorry Mr. Kim. Have you seen Y/N? I have seen her walk into her office but havent seen her since.”

You panicked at the sound of your name. Trying to check the safety of your hide place you accidentally banged your head against the desk, looking up to Doyoungs panicked face. Doyoung hissed, trying to act like he banged his knee accidentally under the desk.

“I- uh. Yes she brought me the contracts and then went to the cafeteria I think. I really have to keep working now.”

She looked at him suspiciously before excusing herself and leaving through the big door. Doyoung pulled you up on your hair, turning you around before pushing your torso down on his desk. His hand was still in your hair, holding you down while his other hand pulled down your pants and your underwear. Pulling down his pants you felt him rubbing his dick over your entrance.

“You little fucking whore. Sucking the CEOs cock while your colleague is talking to him. I will give you what you need.”

Doyoung rammed into you. Your eyes rolled instantly back into your head. You bit on your lips, trying to muffle your lewd moans.  Doyoung didn't stop his tempo, keeping increasing his movements as he let out a loud groan.

“Fuck you are so tight for me baby. I wish I could stay longer into you but I'm so close to cum.”

Doyoung pulled you up on your hair, close to his chest. Wrapping his hands around your hips both of you felt your high approaching. Clenching your walls around his cock you came onto him. He held you close as you felt your body lose strength. With two last thrust Doyoung stilled into you, moaning into your neck before kissing it slowly.

Doyoung pulled out of you and you felt the cum drip down your legs. You shuttered a little as you felt a napkin touch over your legs, cleaning you up. Pulling up your pants and fixing your hair, you turned around looking at your boyfriend. You looked at him smiling, kissing his lips gently before taking some of his already finished paper work with you.

“I brought you the contracts to sign Mr. Kim. See you at home baby.”

Doyoung smiled at you sweetly before watching you leave his office as if nothing happened.

[starrywriting]

touch

☞ bucky barnes

summary: after feeling the heart-wrenching pain of your lovers lips on someone else’s, you turn to icy blue eyes to soothe the ache that throbbed your body and pounded in your head.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, female pronouns (if you want specific pronouns, make sure to specify when you request!^^)

an: hi, im back with a full story  and finally writing smut. (i havent exactly proofed read this, so bare with me)

words: 9.5k+ (i know, right?:0)

The ground was littered with the remnants of your overnight bag. A change of clothes, a travel sized perfume. The toothbrush you were meant to switch out last week because the bristles were old, and flared out. The contents dotted your hardwood floor as the ambient white-noise of Bucky’s forgotten music rang in your ears as a reminder to not let your tears completely wash over you.

You were sitting on the bed, nose red, and hands shaking. You were staring down at your open palms, a sort of distaste flowing through your taste-buds and sullying your once fresh mouth. You felt like vomiting. Nausea was knocking at your door; banging for you to open it and open your mouth to relieve the pressure that sat in your stomach in the form of today’s simple breakfast of cereal.

To say you felt disgusting was an understatement. You felt absolutely revolting. Your eyelids were scorched with the imprint of walking in on your boyfriend with another. Your ears were keening with the fragments of hearing their moans and groans intertwine in a sick melody of sinful lovers. You had given him everything. You had entrusted him to care for not only you, but your soul as well, but here you were… sitting on your bed, regretting ever laying your eyes on him. Here you were, feeling the ghosts of his fingertips dot your skin in a painful dance of pure repugnance. You hated him, and you hated yourself for allowing yourself to think you could ever truly love someone and earn their love in return.

You fell back against the bed, your eyes sticky and your cheeks pink. Your chest was heaving with gulps of air, but nothing seemed to soothe the fire burning inside your bones. Oxygen only seemed to power the flame to burn faster, hurt you longer. It was licking at your insides, and disintegrating what little bit of yourself you had left.

As if on cue, your sobs began again, and the door to your shared apartment with Bucky, clicked with the sound of the lock being undone with the push of the key into the keyhole, and the turn of a wrist to unlock the door.

Bucky was panting, gym bag in hand as he stepped into the apartment. His brows were knitted together when he heard the music still playing. He could’ve sworn he had turned it off, but then again, could he ever truly trust his mind again after everything he had gone through?  His gym bag fell to the floor with a gentle thud, his protein powder hitting against his water bottle inside his bag. Small collateral damage. To say he was exhausted, was an understatement, and to walk into your shared apartment to find it empty, disappointed him.

His entire reasoning for moving from the teams' headquarters and into a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment with you, was so that he no longer had to spend time alone. Since the day he walked into the compound, there was no denying the sort of… string that was pulled taut between the both of you. Day after day, week after week, that string grew shorter and tugged you both closer the harder it tugged. Months passed, and here he was, missing your presence.

He hated to see you go, more so if he knew you were leaving to spend time with your boyfriend. Bucky wasn’t the jealous type, and while he knew you were truly, nothing of his, he couldn’t help but feel a protective wrench at his insides. He constantly wanted to have you close, and keep you from harm's way. He had gone through so much; too much even. The last thing he wanted was for your eyes, ever so full of life and bright, to dull into nothing but glazed over iris’s that hated the world.

Bucky knew better than to indulge in the thoughts in his head. At times, he found himself staring down at your lips as you talked. He held a curiosity about intimacy, but it was only ever sparked around you. It was like a gentle voice that attempted to coarse him into telling you his deepest thoughts, and darkest emotions.. and as time passed, he felt himself, too, wanting to open up to you… but then you announced your relationship, and Bucky found himself alone, staring up at the ceiling of his room, wishing he could look over, and be looking into your sleep-induced features. It was truly tragical. A tale painted, from the start, with hues of blues and blacks. Destined for darkness and sorrow. Somber; and starved from the light in the world. Unrequited love.

When Bucky made moves to enter the apartment, he immediately grabbed the hair tie from his wrist and used it to tie his hair up in a loose, two looped, bun. His shoulders visibly slumped, and he let the familiarity of the scent in the apartment, and the ambient feel of it all, soak into his pores deliciously slow. Every day, he left the apartment at eight in the morning to train with Steve for two hours. Every day, he jogged to and from the compound, no matter how tired he was. In the past, you joined him during those training. Begrudgingly, but you’d join nonetheless. You would eat your breakfast of some fruit, and cereal, while he chugged down his chocolate protein shake and a banana, then you’d both jog to the compound as a warm-up—but then you met your boyfriend, and Bucky found himself drinking his protein shakes alone and jogging alone. He found himself making excuses up on the spot when Steve asked why you were absent, even though you didn’t ask him specifically to cover for you… and he found himself collectively getting more and… more envious maybe? Annoyed possibly? He found himself growing more and more bothered by having to watch you leave for a date, rather than train for the team; he never brought himself to say anything, however, and he just opted to be a friend.

Bucky instead, helped you out when you asked what dress you should wear to a date, or what you should say when your boyfriend was upset with you. He comforted you whenever your boyfriend would send you home, upset and puzzled with emotions.

Bucky made a silent vow to always put you back together, every time you came back from your boyfriends’ place, a jumble of pent-up emotions and frustrations.

Deep down, Bucky was certain your boyfriend didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve to hold your hand or kiss your cherry lips. He didn’t deserve to look into your eyes and see the stars align inside your iris’s. He knew your boyfriend didn’t deserve to hold you, he didn’t deserve to hear the three simple words, that if you told Bucky, would make his world collide against cosmos and he would see the stars. Your boyfriend didn’t deserve you, and when Bucky began growing the courage to confront you and tell you just that, that you shouldn’t settle, he found himself questioning if he, himself, deserved you, because if he didn’t, what was the point of speaking up?  Most of the time, the answer was no, Bucky didn’t deserve you, and that alone was enough to shut him up, and watch from afar as you loved someone he was certain, didn’t love you back.

Bucky felt his skin prickle in surprise when he walked down the hall, past your room, and he caught sight of your plaid dress, and curled up legs that were clad in the same black knee highs you had left in that same morning, claiming you and your boyfriend were going out for a walk in Central Park.

Bucky meant to compliment you when you waved a last, gentle goodbye over your shoulder with a soft smile. He meant to tell you just how lovely your supple skin, matched with the navy, red and green lines on your dress. He meant to tell you that your hair looked heavenly, and your choice of light makeup made your face look ever so angelic and gentle, but instead, he merely mumbled a low goodbye, banana still in his mouth, and his words still lodged in his throat as he watched you walk out into the morning air.

Bucky took a few steps back and placed a hand on the wooden frame of your door. He peeked his head in, expecting to see you laying on your bed reading, or texting. He figured that maybe your date had just been canceled and that was that… But when he walked in and saw the way you were staring blankly up at the ceiling, he froze. When he watched as your cheeks glistened with tears, and your chest heaved with slow, ragged breaths, he pushed past your doorway and made his presence known. “Y/N?” He spoke soothingly, his voice vibrating his chest as he whispered. “Hey, its okay—its just me.” He approached you at a snail's pace, expecting you to curl away from his sudden presence, but when your eyes met his, he knew that even if you pleaded on your knees for him to leave you alone, he wouldn’t. You being alone in the state you were in, would be the worst for you. He needed to help you; help lift your spirits, and aid you in guiding you back towards yourself again.

Bucky felt as if he was staring at a wilted flower. A flower so deprived of nutrients that it cried out in pain, a flower that had never seen the sun, or felt a drop of water. Bucky reached out, and sat next to you on the bed as you sat up, and curled your legs up against your chest. He knew that sometimes in situations like these, in moments were someone walked in on someone else at their most vulnerable, sometimes that person plainly just wanted company. They wanted to feel that warm presence that mimicked the feeling of coming home after a long day. The warm, fuzzy feeling that dots your skin when you kiss someone for the first time. A warmth that manages to whisper in your ear that everything was going to be okay, even if at the moment, everything was crumbling and dissolving. Even if around you, it felt like everything was falling into an abyss; becoming evanescent and lost. Bucky wanted to be that warmth for you, just like you had been for him, since the beginning, when he first joined the team.

Bucky hesitated before he let his bionic arm hand reach out, and wrap around your wrist. He tugged softly until your eyes met his and you realized that his intentions held all the tenderness they could. He moved your hand away from your face, and away from your eyes, ever so swollen with the remnants of a broken heart and shattered being. Bucky’s body was buzzing with a want, a want that made him feel the urge to question, why? Why were you so upset? Why were you alone? Why did he feel like this all… was because of your boyfriend? He was keening inside, clenching with a thirst for knowledge about the situation unfolding right in front of him, but he held back from interrogating, and instead, moved both your hands down towards your side before he let his hands settle against your cheeks. His thumbs brushed away your tears before they got a chance to lick at the skin of your cheeks and tint them a sorrowful, faded pink. His fingerprints were now engraved against your skin.

You looked up at Bucky, his touch feeling ever so familiar and gentle. You felt that lingering sensation on your skin that made you question if Bucky’s touch was the one that was meant to constantly be on your skin. It made you wonder if maybe Bucky had been the missing piece all along. Your gaze peered into his, and you watched as his cerulean eyes grew ever so compassionate.

The touch of his skin against yours made a slow pulse whorl through your body. The stark contrast of his metal limb against your burning skin proved to ignite something inside of you. It awakened something you couldn’t pinpoint.

You knew you were crying. You could feel the sticky tears fall freely and greedily from your eyes, only to get caught, and soaked up by Bucky’s touch. You instinctively leaned into his touch, and let yourself find comfort in his hands. You needed all the comfort you could get. You were traumatized by what happened, and you were just barely allowing yourself to wrap your head around it. Seeing your boyfriend—well now ex, having sex with another was perturbing. It made you blind with a sort of.. wet rage. An anger the surged through you and made you want to curl into yourself and cry. A rage that seized your words, and lumped them all up in your throat until you were left a blubbering mess. A frustration that was pent up, and pulled so tight, that upon walking in on your lover with another, his hips slapping against hers while they were both enveloped in the blanket you had given him as a random gift not even two weeks back... It was a frustration that loomed over your shoulders and made you rip the necklace he had given you on your one year anniversary, right off your neck the instant your brain processed the sickening rendezvous in front of you. You could still hear the crushing of the gem under your boot, and you could still hear your boyfriend calling out your name in meek attempts to bait you back into loving him. As if seeing him groan out the same pet names he called you when you had willingly given him your virginity, wasn’t traumatizing enough.

You swore you could still feel his fingertips linger against your skin. You swore you could still feel his lips pressing against your skin. You could feel the remnants of his touch still ghost against your being, and you wanted nothing more than to relieve yourself of that weight, even if it meant you had to scorch away his marks with a fire that seemed wrong—but ever so deliciously, mouth-wateringly right.

“He was- was with someone else, Bucky.” Bucky tilted his head in momentary confusion. His brows were knitted together in confusion, but when your eyes held a silent plead for him to understand because you didn’t want to repeat yourself… It all dawned on him. His hands froze against your cheeks, and his jaw ticked with a clench of his molars pushing against each other. “I walked in on them-“ Your words faltered, and the break in your voice echoed in Bucky’s ears, and he felt himself repeating your confession over and over again.

He found himself questioning if he had heard you right. He didn’t understand what was happening, he couldn’t comprehend why someone would do that to you of all people. You were the kindest person Bucky had ever laid his eyes on. Your movements were always cradled with care, and everything you did, or said, held such a tender fluidity to them.

Bucky pulled you close to his chest, his arms enveloping your frame in a warm embrace. He could feel your hands shake against his chest, the warmth of your palms sending bursts of unfiltered emotion through his skin and into his veins. “I gave him everything Buck… I gave him—everything.” Your voice was muffled against Bucky’s chest, but he still heard you clearly, and he understood everything just as easily too. The thought made his blood boil with an anger that he had been hiding for too long. He was surging with crashing waves of ruby rage, and he wanted to punch the man who had caused you so much pain, so much humiliation.

His grip on you tightened, and his chin rested on top of your head. His chest was now heaving with slow, deep gulps of air, and his hands were splayed against the small the of your back in attempts to keep himself at bay with his sudden emotions. If he could feel you next to him, he knew it would stop him from doing anything brash, because when it came to you, he always seemed to struggle with keeping everything under control.

Time ticked by, and the both of you sat still. Your head against his chest, and his body holding yours, cradling you in hopes that it would soothe, and maybe even heal your fragmented soul. Neither of you knew how much time passed, and even though you had a clock at your bedside table, neither of you bothered to turn and look at it. Time wasn’t a priority, time wasn’t a worry.

You pulled away from Bucky first and sat up on your own again. Your muscles ached from sitting still for so long, but nothing seemed to compare to what you were feeling inside. You pulled two hands through your (y/h/c) locks and sighed. Your eyes momentarily flittered shut, and your hands lingered in your hair, fingers still laced in strands of your hair. “I feel disgusting.” You admitted lowly, ducking your head to avoid Bucky’s lingering gaze, but after mere seconds, you found yourself opening your eyes and gazing back over him, eye brimming, spilling even, with the bottled up emotions you held inside yourself.

“Oh-uhm, do you want me to run you a bath?” Bucky questioned warmly, his voice cushioned with gentle reassurance to ensure you knew you had something to fall back on if you were to break down again.

“No- not that kind of disgusting… I just- I feel disgusting,” You repeated, hoping Bucky would understand, but then again, you didn’t even understand yourself. “It’s like I can still feel him all over me. It’s repulsive… I want to forget him.” You whispered, looking down at your open palms again. It was almost like you were waiting to see the silhouette of your boyfriend's hand holding yours. You could feel the weight of his hand, fingers laced with yours, all you needed now, was to see what you kept feeling. “I want- I need to forget him.” You softly pleaded into the air of the room, eyes now trained on a specific plank of wood that almost looked like all the others that lined the flooring of your bedroom, but it wasn’t the same. “Help me forget.” You suddenly blurted after a pocket of bubbled silence washed over both you and Bucky.

Bucky’s eyes never left your frame, his eyes watching as your demeanor constantly fluctuated into different spectrums of emotions. He was hoping to keep up with everything you were feeling, but he was finding it harder than he perceived. His lips parted in surprise when your head suddenly moved to glance at him, and while he had been listening, it wasn’t intently. Your voice was muffled to his ears, so it took him a few blinks, and furrowed brows until he truly understood what you said, although your statement still brought along another string of confusion and questions. Forget? How? How was he meant to help with that? “How am I meant to help you forget?” He questioned, his eyes flickering between both of yours in attempts to fish for an answer—but he had no luck in finding one.

“Help me just—forget everything about him. I don’t want to ever think about him..” You pleaded softly, uncurling from yourself as you let your arms loosen around your knees, and your legs stretch out until they dangled down from the edge of your bed. You stared at him, taking in his expression in a mimic of the way he was taking in yours; intensely, hoping to memorize every detail. You shifted in your spot on the bed and turned to face him, legs now tucked underneath you as you reached out to touch his cheek under your fingertips. “Replace his touch… with yours.” You whispered, your eyes never leaving his as you scooted closer to him, your knees now touching his.

His stubble prickled under your fingertips, and his skin felt warm under your usual cold fingertips. “I can’t.” Bucky finally spoke up, and you felt your lips twitch down into a soft frown. Your eyes searched his for a reasoning, but he seemed adamant in not giving you one.

“Why?” You whispered, your hand slowly faltering against his cheek until it completely fell from him and settled back against your lap.

“You’re hurting, Y/N. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that—you’re not in the right mindset… let me help you in another way..” He suggested softly, and you felt yourself reaching out again, now both your hands cradling his cheeks.

“No, James. I’m sure of this… please.” You implored slowly, hoping to convince him. No matter how badly you were hurting, there was no denying the feelings you had towards Bucky. They were always there, always prominent, but you never acted on them. From the start, when your (y/e/c) eyes met his slate ones for the first time, you knew something would bloom between the both of you, you knew you’d grow to like him more than a teammate, more than a friend, but after getting to know him; his darkest demons… you believed it was best to keep things platonic between the both of you, for his sake. Now you were realizing that that decision, was a mistake. It should’ve been Bucky all along. It should’ve been Bucky who held your virginity and cradled your secrets. It should’ve been Bucky holding the most intimate parts of yourself. You had been blind, and forget to ask yourself what you wanted. You jumped into a relationship blindly, thinking it would cure your demons and help you forget your feelings for Bucky, but it didn’t, it only caused you to dwell with more demons, and long for a life with Bucky at your side as your lover, instead of your ex, who wounded you so badly. You had to right all your wrongs. This was your chance.

“Okay- I just… Okay. I’ll help.” Bucky gulped, his movements hesitant. Bucky didn’t feel unsure of this all because he didn’t have feelings for you, no, it was because he had feelings for you. Even if you wanted him now, that didn’t cover tomorrow, or the next day. It didn’t clarify your feelings for him, it only made the water murkier, and he wasn’t too sure that he would be able to act as if nothing happened after a shared moment like the one you were asking.

In the past, sure, Bucky would’ve had no problems with a one and done. He would’ve been happier with just a simple, no strings attached act… But now, after everything he’s been through, ‘simple’ acts like these weren’t so simple anymore. He valued all the affection he received. But even so, he still found himself agreeing to help you.

Bucky watched as your eyes sparked with a sort of… excitement towards his agreement. He let you scoot closer before he let his hands settled against your waist. His hands were gentle with you, and when you leaned in so your forehead was pressed against his, he felt himself gulp. Bucky had pictured a moment like this, a moment with you, one too many times, and now that it was becoming a reality, all he could wish for was for this moment to hold just as much depth, just as much emotion, as he had daydreamed about in the past.

His gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes, his gaze silently asking for permission, to ensure you were okay with this all. When Bucky felt you nod against his forehead, his hands moved upwards, ghosting against your sides, and arms until his palms were cradling your neck, thumbs tracing your jaw.

Bucky watched as your eyes fluttered shut when his lips brushed yours, and just that touch alone sent bursts of vibrant colors to cloud over Bucky’s vision. He leaned in further until your lips pressed against his, and his body leaned forwards, already baited into loving the feeling of your lips moving against his. His fingertips moved upwards until they reached your hair, and he pulled you closer against him.

The kiss was slow and intimate. A sensual, long-awaited touch between two clueless lovers that still, even now, with their lips touching, weren’t sure if the other liked them back just as boldly as they liked them.

Bucky made sure to keep his movements slow, and you were grateful for it. You wanted to feel him touch you, you wanted to feel his hands, instead of the ghost touches of the man who had broken your heart.

Bucky nipped at your lip, letting the silent gasp that slipped past your now parted lips allow him to slip his tongue out to brush against yours. Everything about the situation was magical. It was filled with vibrancy, and care. It held a tenderness and blanketed the both of you under a fuzzy warmth that grew and blossomed goosebumps on both your skins’ before that same warmth settled in both your stomachs’ in gentle, desire oriented arousal.

Bucky moved against your mouth until he began trailing kisses downwards. His lips moved against your skin. A kiss to the corner of your mouth, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach, and tickle you until a blush was dusting your cheeks a warm tinge of the color salmon. A kiss to your jaw, multiple kisses to your jaw. Each holding unsaid words, that Bucky hoped would convey into the tenderness of each of his kisses, and soak into your skin so you could feel his ever-growing emotions that were all deeply rooted for you.

His lips left opened mouthed kisses along the base of your neck, and he hesitated against your pulse point before he gave into his own pleas and pressed a bold-stripped lick against your erratic pulse. The act earned a gentle whimper from your parted lips, and he hummed in satisfaction. He couldn’t deny that he didn’t adore just how responsive you were to his simple touches and kisses.

Bucky’s hands untangled from your hair, and they moved downwards, past where your chests touched until they splayed against the small of your back. His flesh palm hot against your clothed skin, as his bionic arm sent a shiver up your back. Even though the fabric of your simple sundress, you could still feel him. “James,” You whimpered, lulling your head back as your hands curled into his hair, completely pulling it out of the loose bun it once resided in. You were washed over in pure ecstasy, and you were keening under every touch he placed on your body. He treated you so fondly, so warmly. He painted you in gentle hues of lavender, oranges and blue. He presented you with everything beautiful in a human, and all he had done was kiss you.

A string of long, angelic whines fell from your cherry lips when Bucky pressed his plush lips against the base of your neck, the stimulation of his lips against that one specific spot, sending you in a frenzy of aroused stimulation and closeted desire.

Bucky laid you back against the bed ever so slowly, and delicately. He cradled you warmly and allowed you to shift against the bed as you gazed up at him with hooded eyes before he leaned down once more to entrap your lips against his all over again. This time, his touches held a silent urgency. A gentle plea for more, and you were more than happy to allow him to indulge in his desire. Your hands ghosted against his chest, still clad in his workout gear, but even with a shirt on, you could still feel his solid muscles, that rippled his skin with every movement he made to feel closer to you. You hooked your fingers on the bottom of his shirt, and he pulled away from your lips with a deep, warm sigh. His eyes met yours, and he flashed you a gentle smile, urging you to discard his shirt from his body if that was what you wanted.

You tugged upwards, and he aided you in pulling the article of clothing off. His skin was hot under your fingertips, and you watched as his muscles rippled against your opened palm while he threw his shirt somewhere onto the floor of your bedroom.

Bucky watched through hooded eyelids and you leaned upwards and kissed his skin. He hadn’t expected that. He had expected you to stare at his newly exposed skin, eyes wide when your gaze eventually settled on the skin that was flared a ghastly pink; where the Bucky he was, met the killing solider he was forced to be. Where skin met metal.

Bucky sighed when you pressed butterfly-like kisses to his scaring. Only you would hold such compassion to act tender towards the single physical thing that still tethered him to Hydra. Only you, could reach out, and ghost a fingertip against his skin and brush away all his insecurities. He let you linger for a few more moments, before he reached, and cupped your chin, moving you back upwards so your lips now, ghosted over his.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his lips continuously brushing against yours in the fragmented collection of multiple kisses. He nudged at your legs, which you so trustfully parted so he could situate his hips against yours. His pelvic bones pressed against yours, and when he finally allowed his lips the delight of meeting yours again, he also allowed himself to indulge in the act of rolling his clothed pelvis down onto yours. The moan that slipped past his lips, and onto yours, resonated in his chest. He pulled away from the short kiss, wanting to catch a glimpse of the desire that was ever growing in your eyes.

Bucky was enchanted by your gentle moans, the sounds slipping past your parted lips mimicking that of honey. Ever so rich, ever so delectable. He continued his movements against you, enthralled by the feeling of pleasure that continuously shot through his body like lightning bolts of that only Zeus could produce. The room was already so heavy with craving, and lust- induced pleas, it was sickeningly delicious.

“Bu-cky..” You mewled out, the arousal pooling inside of you proving to be too much. You needed relief, you needed something to quench the thirst for Bucky that was burning inside you. “James, please..” You groaned out, throwing your head back in frustration.

Bucky was blinded with lust and was savoring each roll of his hips that he moved against you, each glide bringing forth a warm wave of pleasure in its wake. He was basking in pure euphoria, and your groans and mewls fuelled the fire more. He leaned down, pressing kisses to your neck as you leaned your head back against the pillows. He nipped at your skin, his teeth grazing over your collarbone until they bit down on the protruding bone, which earned him a soft moan from your between your lips.

He pulled away from you, sitting on his knees as he kept his hands on your hips. His eyes met yours, and he smiled again, only this time, the smile held more than just gentle reassurance. It held a soft warning, a never voiced, ‘just wait for what’s to come’.

Bucky grabbed a hold of the end of your dress before he began bunching it up in his hands and lifting it up and eventually, off your body. Under other circumstances, you were positive you would’ve been shivering because of all your newly exposed skin. But the look in Bucky’s eyes… it kept the fire of desire that was licking at your interior, ever so strong and fast growing. You looked up at him, and bit down on your lip, hands reaching out for his. Your palms open as Bucky smiled again, his lips lifting in a tender, soft smile as his hands met yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N..” Bucky breathed, situating himself back between your legs, his forehead pressed against yours. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He admitted, smiling again when he noticed the peach blush that dotted the skin of your cheeks and across the bridge of your nose.

He kept his hands laced with yours as he begun trailing down again, his lips ghosting past your neck in teasing, unplaced kisses until his mouth lingered above the newly exposed skin of your breast that curved ever so delicately. He licked his lips before he pressed a warm, opened mouth kiss to the skin. He unlaced a hand from yours and moved it behind you until it reached the clasp of your bra. Bucky glanced up at you, but your eyes were closed as you relished in his touches, so he merely placed another kiss against the tops of your breasts, before he unclasped the article of clothing.

Bucky moved his free hand back out from underneath you, the warmth of his flesh doing nothing to soothe the ache you felt inside. Nothing seemed to control the fire growing inside you, except for relief. Orgasmic relief. You let out a grunt and moved your freehand to tug down the straps of your bralette. You couldn’t keep at bay with your arousal anymore, you needed him.

Bucky found himself smirking at your neediness, and he grabbed a hold of your bra, pulling it off of you in a single swipe, which in turn, aroused a long, delicate sigh to sound from your mouth. He immediately lowered himself down, both his hands now gripping your waist as his eyes devoured the sight of seeing you so exposed. He glanced up at you, before he leaned down, and licked at your nipple once. Your bud was already erect, but he could still feel it harden more against the newfound warmth of his mouth. He encircled your breast and sucked on your supple skin.

Your hands immediately tangled into his unruly hair, and you threw your head back with an accompanied long moan. The sensitivity of your body was at a new high, and in all reality, you wouldn’t be surprised if the action of Bucky nipping and sucking at your nipples would be enough to send you over the edge. You were aroused to the point where it was painful.

You carded your hands through his locks, eventually just savoring the feeling of his kisses and nibbles, rather than basking in the need that was pooling in your stomach in painful, longing clenches.

Bucky trailed further down now, figuring that he assaulted your breasts long enough. He held your hips down onto the bed as he ghosted further down, his tongue trailing with his lips until he reached the start of your lacy panties. He looked up at you through his lashes and hummed when you pulled your hands through his hair once more, your nails scratching against his scalp this time. He pressed a few more lingering kisses to the skin of your stomach before he snaked both hands to hold down on your hips and thighs.

His head dove between your legs, and he pressed a gentle kiss over your throbbing heat. You moaned softly, the noise getting hitched in your throat. You wanted to throw your head back in bliss, but you stopped yourself, wanting to see every movement Bucky made against you instead.

Bucky licked at your clothed heat, stiffening his tongue as he used the tip to circle over your clit. That act alone sent overwhelming pleasure to course through your body, and you had to grip at the bedsheets to stay grounded. Any soft sort of friction seemingly was pushing you closer and closer to your release. Bucky hooked his fingers on the elastic band of your underwear, before he slowly slid them down your legs, his mouth following the movement and pressing gentle kisses down your legs. He tossed the lacy underwear over his shoulder once he pulled it off completely, and he glanced up at you, smirking softly at the desperate blush that was heating your cheeks. He began kissing back up your legs until his mouth danced against the elastic of your knee highs. He licked at your skin and snapped the elastic against your thigh before he trailed back up, his hot, drawn-out breaths now fanning against your core. His eyes, however, stayed glued on you, and you made sure to follow his gaze as well, the lust that adorned his eyes proving to only pool the arousal between your folds even more.

Finally, Bucky dipped in between your legs and licked a bold stripe up your folds, groaning against your glistening heat. “Fuck..” He cursed, barely above a whisper as he held you down harder, ensuring you had no way to move against him. He wanted to take his sweet time in working you through your first, long drawn out orgasm. He lapped at your slick and savored the taste of your sinful desire. Never before, did he ever think he’d be doing this, much less with you. Never did he imagine that he’d have this view of you, everything exposed, and ready for him to touch. It was ever so stimulating, and his cock was continuously throbbing, and dripping with precum in hopes of, oh, so sweet release.

He used his index finger to pull back the hood over your clit, before he licked at the sensitive bud, humming in response to the string of curses that spewed past your lips in delectable, savory pleasure.

He sucked at your throbbing bud, hoping to ease you of the cramping pressure of release that pushed at your stomach. He sucked against your bud, swirling his tongue against you as he loosened his bionic arm from around your waist, and instead, moved it in between your legs, slipping a cold digit in-between your folds.

You were a mess of moans, and mewls. Whimpers resonating from your chest, and your hands gripping at your bedsheets as he worked you with his tongue, and eventually a finger, then two. Your walls clenched around him, your arousal lubricating his metal digits until they curled into you with ease, the only feeling bubbling in your stomach now being your undeniable urge to let go. You gasped when Bucky curled his fingers and brushed your g-spot, the new found pleasure tantalizing your release until you were a writhing mess of need. He was continuously lapping at your clit, and repeatedly curling his fingers to touch you right where you needed him to. His fingers already stimulated your clit, his touch sending the jolts of orgasmic pleasure straight to your clit, but now, he was working you both ways, and you were completely unraveling. “James!” You gasped, throwing your head back against your pillows at you gripped at your sheets all over again. “Oh god, yes.” You moaned, finally letting your orgasm wash over you.

Your jaw was slack with moans flowing out from your lips. His name seemed to be the only coherent word that was engraved in your mind, and your skin was burning with the heat of the continuous lava-like waves that were drowning you in heated desire. You had never experienced an orgasm quite like this.

You could see stars dot your vision as you threw your head back in unfiltered, orgasmic pleasure. You could feel your body keening for more, and your legs were shaking under Bucky’s touch. It was as if the planets had aligned like a star had been born with the explosion of pleasure; the burst in your being. It was a fresh summers breeze that brought along the warmth of the summers scent and flowers aroma. It was a thunderstorm, raining down on you in giant, rumbling drops of water. It was everything, yet not enough. You were already craving for more pleasure the second his mouth left your clit. You swore he was some sort of incubus, a sort of sinful thing created in the depths of pure, sinful desire because this was just ungodly. Everything about the sensation was overwhelming, and you swore it was something like magic—but when you opened your lust-filled eyes and met the cerulean blue eyes of Bucky, you knew that if anything, the man before you would be something of an angel rather than a demon.

You watched his face, your chest still heaving with the remnants of your orgasm. Your body was still recuperating, and yet, you already wanted more. Your gaze washed over him, and you soon realized that he was completely bare in front of you. The only thing separating the both of you was space. All you had to do was reach out, and pull him on top of you. You could reach out, and touch all of him, every inch of his body.

Bucky wasn’t sure if he was meant to feel vulnerable under your gaze, but either way, he didn’t. Your wandering eyes only fuelled his desire more. It added to the fire that was already burning him. He licked his lips, tasting the remaining bit of you he had left on his pink lips, before he held himself in his hand, and pumped himself a few times.

He used his hand to coat himself in his precum before he situated himself back against your hips, his forehead back against yours. His eyes were trained down towards his member, which was only inches away from where you both needed the most. He maneuvered his tip against your folds, coating himself in your glistening slick. Bucky mixed his arousal, with yours and used it to lubricate his girth completely before he continued with the long, rolls of his hips against your heat, and over your clit. He was purposefully drawing it all out in hopes that the longer you both waited, the more overwhelming the pleasure would be.

He kept his movements slow and drawled out. His tip repeatedly prodded your entrance, and you felt yourself clenching around whatever you could in hopes for some sort of relief, but when your attempts failed every time, you eventually just threw your head back in frustration, stars doting your vision as your hands gripped at the bedsheets. You could feel his protruding veins, and how his girth pressed against your slicked folds before he thrusted forwards and let his tip press against your clit. He was teasing, and you were drowning in want, and craving release. “I swear James, please stop teasing..” You gasped, arching your back as you reached up and tugged at his hair in a silent plea for him to do something, anything; you just wanted to quench the thirst that was growing inside you.

Bucky was smirking against your skin as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, and when he felt his veins throbbing, and his precum spew from his slit, and down onto his palm, he finally indulged and let his most primal instincts kick in as he situated his tip into you, before he rolled himself into you in one, swift thrust. The noise that reverberated between the both of you when you both gasped in pleasure, was everything but holy, and the sinful desire that was prickling at your skins’ was painfully delicious.

Bucky’s girth and length had taken you by surprise. Sure, you had seen his cock with your own two eyes and while you thought it was big, the feeling of him inside you made you question just how big he was. You were brimming with pleasure, and spilling with pain. Never before had you felt so filled, and stretched. You were keening with pleasure-pain, and Bucky was quick to seize his movements, and let you adjust, no matter just how badly his body was aching for him to move.

He knew it was selfish of him to thrust into you so deeply, so quickly, but he couldn’t help himself. He had dreamed of feeling you around him. He had craved to feel your warmth envelope his cock as you clenched around him in desperation, and while he imagined you would feel amazing, in reality, you felt more than amazing. You felt so overwhelming right. Like when the horizon meets the sea. That grey area of pure, unfiltered pleasure that tingled his nerves. The way you took his length snugly, how tight you felt around his cock. How his girth made you arch your back, and grip at the bedsheets. Everything about this all was driving Bucky wild. He was frenzied with lust and spewing with whispered curse words every time you clenched around him in attempts to get accustomed to his size.

Bucky thanked whoever would listen when you nodded your head slowly and wrapped your arms around his neck in a never voiced urge for him to move. He was much obliged and glided his length further into you. He savored the way you gasped at the sensation, and let the feeling of your nails clawing at his back urge him to pull back until his tip brushed against your folds once more, and you were a whining mess under him before he rolled his hips back into yours.

He was already grunting, and his movements were slow; sloppy even. He was moaning, groaning, swearing, and thrusting into you deeply. His hips circling against you in attempts to brush against you so deeply, that you were keening for more, for him to move faster.

You threw your head back against the pillows and attempted to meet his thrusts, with your own rolls, but the overstimulation of it all made your hips jerk with a sting of pleasure that rang through your body in shades of lustful red. You were seeing the stars, and feeling the cosmos move inside you. Flowers bloomed in your stomach, and with each plunge of his hips and as he glided into you, you felt your arousal rain down on those same flowers, and drown you over with intoxicating pleasure. Each roll of his hips caressed the deepest parts of you, and you felt like you were choking. You screwed your eyes shut, your jaw falling slack as moans flowed past your cherry lips, and hung in the air that was already pungent with the musky smell of sex. Never before had you felt someone worship your body the way Bucky was. His movements against you were ever so sensual, and passionate. They were brushed over in golds, and silvers. They sparkled your body with a sheen of sweat and coaxed your throat to dislodge the moans and whimpers that you attempted to suppress out of pure shyness.

His actions were blanketed in tenderness, and it was as if he was enchanted by your body; entranced by the sight of you underneath him, taking him so intimately. Your flushed cheeks, and wispy hair. Your swollen lips, and pleading eyes. The way your lashes brushed against your skin every time you closed your eyes. You looked like an angel.

Bucky’s hair was brushing against his cheeks, and his lips were parted to make way for the constant string of grunts, and hushed ‘fucks’ that fell past his pink, rounded lips, and into the thick air that was electrified by the shocks that were flowing between the both of you. His body was glistening with sheen, and his eyes kept flickering between your eyes, and downwards, where his cock met your heat. His body was molded into yours, and the way his muscles rippled under his tanned skin made the fire inside you, burn brighter. His stomach was repeatedly clenching, his abs ever so prominent. His muscles flexed under your hands as you clawed at his back once more, and his hips jutted into yours, his pace quickening.

“My god, you feel so good- fuck, baby,” Bucky growled, grabbing a hold of your ankle and hooking your leg over his shoulder so he could push into you just a little further. Just enough so he was panting, and heaving with hissed moans. He watched as you threw your head back once more, and he growled lowly. “Look at me, I want to see you come undone,” He quipped, his voice husky, and smoky. He was shrouded in the lust induced clouds brought down by the God Eros, and the sight was quickly inching you closer and closer to your demise. “Come on, baby, look at me.” He pleaded lowly, his voice an octave lower, and his thrusts becoming deeper and more frantic. He was chasing his release and was close to not only brimming with electrified pleasure, but he was thrusts away from spilling over with orgasmic pleasure. Hues of red painted over his vision messily, and he watched as you kept your (y/e/c) eyes locked with his, pupils dilated, and chest heaving. Your lip was between your teeth, and he could tell you were close because whimpers were greedily falling from between your lips and clenched jaw.

Bucky reached down and circled your swollen clit with three fingers. As much as he wanted to focus on his own release into the addicting orgasmic waves, you were his priority. You were the one who had asked for this, and you needed to be the one to have the best experience out of all of this. He wanted you to walk out of this whole ordeal, painted with shades of the sunset. Glistening with happiness, no longer gloomed over with the clouds of negativity your ex had looming over you. He cared for you enough, to set you as a priority, even now, when his most primal instincts kept trying to take over.

Your orgasm was quick to wash over you, knocking the air from your lungs as you gasped, and cried out Bucky’s name in the last attempts to stay grounded. Your nails dug into his skin, and you tried to pull him close and hold on tight, but he was focused on milking out your orgasm, while still chasing his. You were floating over the clouds, touching the stars, and staring straight at the moon. You felt galaxies dot your vision when your eyes shut tightly, and you felt the waves of ever-growing pleasure drown you until you were a blubbering, intoxicated mess of reddened lips, and roused moans. Bucky was no aid in cooling you down, and instead, he brought along another orgasm with his own release.

He emptied himself inside you, the tightness of your cunt proving to be the perfect thing to send him over the edge with relished moans, and spewed curses. He coated you with his cum and groaned softly when he pulled out and saw just how filled you were with your own juices, and his own. He flopped down against you, disregarding his weight as an issue because he was absolutely spent.

His arms ached, and his back stung with overexertion. It had been a while since he last had intercourse with a woman, so all his muscles ached with the gentle throb and pulse of exhaustion. He hummed in satisfaction when your hands carded through his hair, which was now curled, and unruly with the remnants of your rendezvous.

Bucky pulled away after a moment, and he glanced up at you, before he broke up from your embrace completely, and walked into the bathroom. He grabbed the washcloth from your bathroom counter, running it under lukewarm water, and wringing it out of the extra water before he walked back into your room. He flashed you a lazy smile when he noticed you had now pulled the cover out from underneath you, and snuggled against your plethora of pillows.

“Here, let me clean you up.” Bucky hummed, pulling away the covers before he reached for your ankle and pulled your legs apart once more. With one hand still holding your ankle, he cleaned your core slowly, making sure to be gentle and careful of your obvious sensitivity. He pulled away with a few delicate kisses to your ankle, before he stood up, and wiped himself of the remaining slick on his cock.

Bucky walked back towards the bed and pulled the cover back over you, his hand carding through your hair warmly to push a few stray hairs away from your forehead. With reluctant hesitation, he pulled away from you and reached for his shirt to get dressed. He knew better than to expect more than just sex. He was just a distraction for you, and he was fully aware of that when he had agreed to do this all… but there was no denying the sting in his chest when he thought about not being able to hold you against his chest, even after sharing such an intimate moment.

He pulled the shirt over his head and began pulling on his boxers before your hand reached out, and gripped his wrist. Your eyes held a million questions, but Bucky found himself not being able to even decipher one.

“Where are you going?” You questioned, your voice sparking that same curiosity in Bucky he had struggled to keep at bay with ever since he had first laid his eyes on you.

“To my room? You looked tired... I figured you wanted to sleep.” He responded, his voice laced with innocent cluelessness to your obvious feelings towards him. He still thought everything he was feeling was unrequited.

“I do, buh-but that doesn’t mean you have to leave.” Your cheeks grew a light shade of crimson, and you felt gentle amusement bubble at your insides. You had just slept with the guy, but you still got embarrassed talking to him.

“I don’t?” Bucky couldn’t help the light smile that tugged on his lips, and he was quick to tug off his shirt when you nodded again for him to stay. He lifted the covers, slipped in and wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you back against him, legs curled together with yours as you turned to face him. Your head against his chest and a hand splayed against his supple skin. He watched in tender silence as you drew unorganized lines against his skin, and he let his cold, metal digits dance across the supple skin of your forearm, a warm smirk gracing his features when he noticed the way your body reacted to his touch by blooming with goosebumps.

The both of you were savoring the warm, caring silence that washed over the both of you before you spoke up, words dipped incautious, almost scared and hesitant care, “It should’ve been you from the start.” You sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed in fear that he would shy away from your words and eventually, just pull away from you as a whole. “This—should’ve happened sooner.” You admitted, finally letting your eyes flitter back open as you eyed him through your lashes.

“Maybe,” He finally spoke up after another wave of silence washed over the both of you. His voice was hushed and heartfelt. His words were warmed with the passion shared between the both of you, and you felt a fuzziness settle over your body. “But at least it happened now, we can’t really ask for much more..” Bucky glanced down at you, and let his smile grow when he noticed your gaze already on him. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, his lips still turned up in a smile, like yours now were.

“It finally gets to be me and you, huh?” You mused tenderly, and he grinned now, his dimples making their appearance on his stubbled cheeks.

“Mmhm, me and you.” He agreed, placing a kiss on your head as his bionic hand continued to ghost your skin in attempts to memorize every curve, every rounding of your body. He was already trying to make up for all the lost time he had wasted, not getting to know you, not standing up against your boyfriend. But he knew better than to dwell in the past, because even though he had been longing for you for probably too long, he finally had you in his arms, snuggled up into his chest, the scent of your shampoo overshadowing his senses as you slowly slipped out of consciousness, and fell asleep wrapped in his embrace.