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woos-lil-oreo · 3 years ago

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Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

Taglist: @shusan @woowommy @ceopjy @joongsprincess @yunhofingers

Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I’m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that’s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

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when-i-was-your-angel · 4 years ago

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A Favor

James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

5,584 words

Y/N, the Avengers resident seamstress, tailors a suit for Bucky. She cashes in her favor.

NSFW: Virginity Loss, Virginity Loss as a favor, Minor Alcohol Use, Lingerie, Fingering, Oral female receiving, oral male receiving, facefucking, deepthroating, praise kink, missionary, Bucky’s metal arm, curvy reader, minor insecure reader, body worship, hickeys, angst, fluff, smut, hurt comfort ending.

Six months ago Bucky Barnes needed help. He couldn’t find a suit that fit right around his arm and having one tailored by a stranger was too uncomfortable. So, he approached Y/N. As the team’s resident seamstress, he had grown used to Y/N’s gentle hands and soft touches while she worked on various aspects of his tactical gear. This was different, though. This wasn’t work. This was a favor. Friends do favors. Bucky didn’t have friends. Especially not really pretty soft-spoken friends. But, Stark insisted he have a nice suit for some gala, so he asked.

Y/N had immediately accepted, saying it was no problem. It really wasn’t. Tailoring was her job after all. His suit ended up looking phenomenal and Bucky got quite a few compliments, making sure to tell everyone who designed his sleek black suit. Bucky offered to pay her but she refused. Bucky insisted on doing something to pay her back. They ended up agreeing that he owed her a favor.

Over the time she was tailoring him, they grew close. Y/N and Bucky were unlikely friends, but they quickly became the best of them. Bucky would bring her lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays, when he had nightmares he’d call her and they’d talk for hours, he brought her coffee in the mornings, and she brought him freshly made gloves every time he tore his open. They were just perfect for each other. Best friends and nothing more.

Now, six months past the gala, Y/N has decided to cash in her favor. She’s pacing her small apartment. Her faded blue jeans hugged her hips as she walked and her blouse was unbuttoned slightly more than what would be considered professional. It was seven in the evening, Y/N had just arrived home from work. She had made plans with Bucky a week ago and he would be arriving any minute. She was in the middle of pouring herself a glass of wine when a knock came at the door. Y/N rushed over to it, smoothed her hair down, and opened the door.

Bucky looked amazing. Dressed in dark jeans and that black fucking tee shirt. He had on his leather jacket and glove, but she knew he would take those off once inside.

“Come in.” Y/N moved aside to allow him access and he smiled, taking his jacket off and putting it on her coat rack. His hair had grown out slightly, no longer trimmed close to the scalp. The realization made Y/N squeeze her thighs together in anticipation.

“You want anything to drink?” Y/N asked, retreating to her kitchen to fetch her abandoned glass of white wine.

“Water would be nice.” Bucky sat on her couch, waiting for her to return. Y/N made him a glass of water just how he liked it. Cool water from the fridge with no ice. He always said the cold hurt his teeth, but she knew he hated the way the cold glass felt on his metal hand.

Y/N returned to the couch, sitting on the opposite end and tucking her legs underneath herself. She offered him his glass of water which he took with a muttered thank you.

“So, what’s this about?” Bucky asked, taking a sip of his water. His left arm was draped around the back of the couch, his right arm in his lap holding his water. He had his left leg half-crossed over his right. He looked good. Casual. Like he belonged in the space.

“I wanted to cash in my favor.” Y/N couldn’t look at him. Her eyes were glued to her hands in her lap. “For tailoring your suit.”

“What, six months of the pleasure of my company wasn’t enough?” Bucky gave her a smile to try and lighten the mood but when he saw the look on her face he quickly grew serious.

“What’s up, doll? Talk to me.” Bucky leaned forward and set a hand on her knee. Y/N looked down at his hand, then at his stark blue eyes, and took a large gulp of her wine.

“Ok. So uh… the thing is... “ Y/N mumbled and trailed off, nervous beyond all belief.

“Do you need money? Is Stark not paying you enough?” After she shook her head, Bucky spoke again. “What is it then?”

“I- I need you to have sex with me.” Y/N said, looking up to meet his eyes. Bucky’s face was completely neutral. Not neutral- frozen, Y/N realized.

“I know it’s totally unfair to ask this of you but please, just listen.” Bucky gave her a barely perceptible nod.

“When I was in high school, I did everything right. I didn’t date, I didn’t party, I studied. That’s it. Then college came around and I couldn’t let loose like I wanted to. Studying and working was just too ingrained in me. So, I’ve never…” She trailed off, hoping Bucky would understand.

“Never what?” With anyone else, Y/N would’ve thought they were messing with her. But Bucky had said it himself, he couldn’t lie to her. His face was genuine.

“Never had sex, Buck.” Y/N looked down at her hands, picking at her fingernails.

“You mean you’re a-”

“Yeah.”

“And you want me to-”

“There’s no one I trust more than you.” Y/N met his eyes and saw the internal battle in them. He wanted to be there for her, but he didn’t trust himself. He eventually broke the thick silence to ask her a question.

“But, you’re twenty-two. How have you never had sex?” Bucky brought a hand to rest on his jaw, looking like he was solving a puzzle.

“I’ve gotten close. My ex-boyfriend he uh- he tried a few times. But it never felt right. It felt gross and I was so nervous I wanted to puke. After I wouldn’t put out, he dumped me.” Y/N tucked her knees under his chin, curling into herself.

“Matt?” She nodded. “I knew he was a scumbag.” Bucky sat forward and took his head in his hands, running his hands through his hair.

“Why does it have to be me, again?” Bucky asked, still staring at the floor.

“Because I trust you more than anyone else. Because I know you won’t let things get weird between us.” Bucky looked up at her and smirked.

“I hoped my charming nature might’ve played into it a bit.” He gave Y/N his signature shit-talking grin. She rolled her eyes and kicked him lightly. After a few seconds the air turned heavy between them.

“You don’t have to. I won’t be mad or anything. I just-” She sighed. “I don’t want it to be some one night stand with a guy I’ve never met. I know it’s stupid but I-”

“It’s not stupid. I understand.” Bucky turned to face her and took her hand in his.

“You trust me?” He asked, his blue eyes piercing her hazel ones.

“Yes.” She answered honestly.

“Ok.”

“Ok? Does that mean yes?” Bucky laughed softly at that.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve convinced me. Let me go freshen up, hm?” Y/N gave him a smile and a nod. “Be right back, doll.” Bucky stood up with a disbelieving shake of his head and walked to Y/N’s bathroom.

Y/N took a deep breath and threw her hand to her face. She could feel the heat on her cheeks, searing her hand. She reached for her wine, forgotten on the coffee table, and downed the rest of the glass. God knows she needed liquid courage.

Bucky returned and Y/N only stared at him as he approached. Her eyes wide in anticipation. Bucky stopped inches in front of her and offered his hand.

“I ain’t taking you on the couch, doll.” Bucky said in his smooth voice. The words combined with the tone had her clenching her thighs, something that didn’t go unnoticed. He gave a small smirk as she took his hand and let him lead her to her bedroom. Once inside the room, he motioned for her to sit on the bed and she did so. He kneeled in front of her and took her hands in his.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?” Bucky was incredibly kind in his words, making sure she was positive.

“You’re only making me more sure, Buck.” Y/N smiled at him and couldn’t help her eyes glancing down at his lips. They were so close to hers. She looked back to his eyes and saw that they were on her lips.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was quiet and low as his breath fanned across her lips. She nodded and brought a hand to his jaw as he leaned in. The first kiss they shared was short. Barely three seconds. But when Bucky pulled away and saw her eyes half-closed and pupils blown wide, he went back for more. Their lips crashed together and all Y/N could think about was how soft he was. The pink lips on hers felt like pillows, the hands on her knees felt like clouds. His hands travelled her denim-clad thighs and reached her round hips. Bucky gave an experimental squeeze, eliciting a moan from Y/N. Bucky smiled into the kiss.

Y/N ran her hands into his hair, tugging lightly on the strands. Bucky groaned and pulled away slightly, only to move his lips to her neck. He left small love bites, soothing the bruised flesh with his tongue. Y/N whimpered and gasped as he worked.

“Sensitive there, doll?” Bucky whispered against her skin. She could only nod, lost in him. He chuckled and pulled away, tugging at her shirt in silent question. She leaned back and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing baby blue lingerie. A laced corset accentuated her full breasts. There were lacy straps descending into her jeans, leaving just enough to the imagination. Bucky’s eyes travelled her form greedily. His hands came to rest on her waist, thumbs caressing the thin fabric.

“Christ, Y/N. You’re gonna kill me.” Bucky pushed his lips into hers again letting his hands roam her figure freely now.

“You next.” Y/N said between kisses as she pulled on his shirt. Bucky separated from her to pull his black tee shirt off.

“Don’t expect anything lacy, doll.” Bucky gave her a minute to catch a breath. Her eyes roamed his form. She brought her hands to his chest and let her fingernails scratch over his abs gently. Bucky gave a low groan in his throat and covered her hands with his.

“Baby… Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.” Bucky met her eyes to gauge her reaction.

“Who says I’m not going to finish? I fully plan on finishing.” Y/N gave him a smirk and scratched her hands on his chest again.

“Fuck, you asked for it.” Bucky groaned and pounced on her. Her back hit the bed and he leaned over her, caging her between his arms. She arched her hips into his and felt his erection even through both of their jeans.

“Too many layers. Need to- need to feel you.” Y/N spoke between kisses. Bucky nodded and started kissing her neck again, trailing his tongue down the exposed skin. He left open mouthed kisses on her stomach through the lace of her lingerie. He popped the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down, slowly dragging the denim down her thighs. Once they were off her long legs, he saw the continuance of her lingerie.

Baby blue garters were strapped to her thighs, connected to crotchless panties. Glistening folds peaked out from behind the lacy material. He let out a sigh at the sight. Bucky tripped trying to rid himself of his own jeans, making Y/N giggle. His eyes snapped back to hers, amusement dancing in the blue.

“What’s so funny, babydoll?” He crawled over her again, his black boxers the only thing left restraining his aching cock. She looked up at him with a ditzy smile on her face.

“You’re a super soldier and you’re a-” Her words were cut off by a moan as Bucky’s right hand swiped through her folds, gathering her wetness on his fingers.

“What was that, doll? You were saying?” He smirked at her as his fingers toyed with her clit. She only whined and moved her hips, rutting against his hand. Bucky looked down at her heat then back to her face, lost in pleasure.

“Shit, baby. You fucking my hand?” Y/N nodded as a red blush came to her cheeks. Bucky leaned in to kiss her neck some more, letting her get herself off on his hand. She whimpered something he couldn’t quite hear.

“Hm?” He pulled away from her neck, a goofy smile on his face, feeling drunk on her skin.

“Said more, Buck. Please.” Her eyes opened to meet his, pleading want showing in the hazel hue. Bucky smiled and nodded, kissing down her body once again. Seeing where he was going, Y/N spoke.

“You don’t have to- oh. Oh.” Her hands flew to the sheets as Bucky’s tongue slipped through her folds. Bucky sat up and pulled her hands to his hair, encouraging her to pull on it. He returned to her cunt and lapped at her clit. Y/N shivered underneath his touch. All the things he was doing were new experiences for her and Bucky was making sure they were all amazing. His tongue moved down to her hole, prodding at the entrance gently. He hooked her thighs over his shoulders and brought a thumb to her clit, rubbing small circles.

“Bucky…” Various expletives and combinations of his name fell from Y/N’s lips as Bucky worked. “Bucky, your fingers. Please.” Y/N’s light gasp filled the air. Bucky nodded against her and brought his flesh hand up to tease her slit. Y/N caught the hand in her own and shook her head.

“I want…” She trailed off, the embarrassment too much.

“Want what, doll?” Bucky left small kisses on her thighs in reassurance.

“I want the metal one.” Bucky’s eyes went wide at her words.

“You- you want this? This turns you on?” He held up his hand, black and gold shimmering in the dull light of her bedroom. He had a look of pure confusion on his face. His hand was not something to be used here, with her. It was hard and cold and unforgiving, all things she was not. “Are you sure-”

Bucky’s words were cut off as Y/N took his metal hand and lifted his index finger to her mouth, wrapping her swollen lips around it. She took the finger into the base, letting the tip hit the back of her throat. She coated it with her saliva and as she pulled it away there was a trail of wetness leading to her mouth.

“Fuck… Christ, Y/N. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.” He pulled his metal finger from her grip and brought it to her heat, teasing the entrance with the first knuckle. She shivered and arched her back into his touch, trying to get more of him inside her. He slowly pushed the black and gold finger in, curling it experimentally. Y/N let out a pornographic moan when his finger brushed one particular spot. Bucky smirked.

“Found you.”

He brought his lips back to her clit, alternating between short licks and sucking the bud into his mouth. His finger maintained a steady pulse, hitting her G-spot with every movement. He could feel her clenching around his finger, her pussy pulling him in further.

“You gonna cum, baby?” Bucky asked quickly, not wanting to take his mouth from her sweetness for any elongated time.

“Yes, Bucky, Please, I’m so close.” She gripped his hair, pulling on it as she had imagined doing earlier.

“Cum for me, doll. Cum all over my fucking metal hand.” The gentle vibrations of Bucky’s voice and the reminder of what exactly was making her feel so good sent her careening over the edge, holding onto his hair to keep her grounded in her body.

“Bucky! Fuck, yes. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” Her hips moved against his face, prolonging her orgasm. Bucky moaned into her center, enjoying the view of a beautiful girl in blue lingerie riding his face. When her hips stilled and her breath slowed, Bucky pulled away, his face covered in her slick. A blush came over her face at the sight.

“You embarrassed?” Bucky asked her, coming to crawl over her again. She nodded briefly.

“Don’t be. C’mere, baby. Taste yourself. Fucking delicious.” He pulled her to him by the neckline of her corset, crashing their lips together. She licked at his lips and he moaned at the feeling. Y/N pulled away and looked up at him with her swollen lips and darkened eyes. Bucky knew she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He pulled the straps of the garters away from her body and let them snap back against her soft skin.

“This needs to go.” Y/N hummed in agreement and looked at him mischievously. She hooked her leg under his and flipped them so he was on his back. His eyes widened in wonder and confusion, silently asking for an explanation.

“Nat.”

“Of course.”

Y/N climbed off him and began pulling the various straps off her body. Slowly and teasingly, she became more exposed to him. Bucky palmed himself through his boxers as he watched, letting out small gasps every time a new segment of skin was unveiled. When she had taken the garters off, the only thing left was the corset. She reached behind her to unclip the buttons and let the garment fall to the ground. Bucky’s mouth dropped open as her breasts were finally revealed. She brought her arms to cover her chest, embarrassed. His gaze darkened and he reached his hands out, beckoning her to him. She climbed into his lap and his hands came to rest on the small of her back. He took her hands and guided them away from her chest.

“Baby, shit, why’re you hiding these?” Bucky’s hands ghosted around the sides of her heavy breasts.

“I don’t like them.” Y/N admitted honestly. Bucky’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped in disbelief.

“Y/N, believe me when I say, these are the best damn tits I’ve ever seen. Fucking beautiful.” Bucky leaned forward and captured a nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around the nub. Y/N gasped as his metal hand came up to the other nipple, the contrast between his hot, soft, wet, mouth and his cold, hard, hand making her head spin.

He pulled away from her to admire his handiwork. Red bruises on and surrounding her nipples.

“Why don’t you like them?” He looked up to meet her eyes, a softness in them she didn’t get to see often.

“The stretch marks…” Y/N looked down at her hands. Bucky pulled her chin up with his finger, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Baby. Do you realize who you’re talking to? Look.” He guided her hand to his left shoulder, shivering as her fingers ran over the scarred flesh.

“I could give a shit less what scars you have. It just proves you’re strong. That you fought a battle and came out the other side. You’re beautiful.” Bucky raised himself up to press a kiss to her lips. Y/N smiled and shook her head, a blush covering her face. Bucky didn’t know how to convince her.

“Let me prove it to you.” Y/N looked down at him. Bucky looked at her with earnest eyes. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.” Y/N was shocked at his gentleness. She had expected him to just have sex with her. She hadn’t predicted this level of intimacy. It was surprisingly… nice.

“Ok.” Y/N said simply.

“Ok? Gonna need something a little more enthusiastic than that, sweetheart.” Bucky’s words were teasing but she knew he was yet again making sure she was okay with this.

Y/N threw her head back dramatically and exclaimed: “Take me! Take me and have your savage way with me!” Bucky roared with laughter and flipped her onto her back, kissing her lips gently.

“That’ll do, doll.” Bucky kissed her neck gently and stood up.

“Wait- what’re you doing?” Y/N asked. Bucky turned back to look at her, a bashful expression on his face.

“I uh- I need a condom, doll. Unless you want a little me running around here.” Y/N let out a light laugh at the image. But something about the idea of a kid with Bucky’s eyes and her smile made her heart ache.

“I mean, I’m on birth control. And I’m clean…” Bucky looks down at his hands. There was something more intimate about what she was asking him to do.

“Yeah, me too. The serum it uh, keeps us from getting any diseases. STDs included. Lucky me, right?” Bucky gave a dry laugh and started walking back towards the bed. They were both suddenly a bit nervous. Y/N stood and took his hand, turning him so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. When she got on her knees in front of him, Bucky held out a hand to stop her.

“You don’t need to-” Y/N gripped him through his boxers.

“This is a learning experience right? Teach me how to do this too. For-” She took an uneasy pause. “For whoever comes next. Can’t be giving my first BJ to a stranger.” Bucky looked saddened by that. Whatever glimmer of emotion she thought she saw disappeared and he quickly reverted back to his normal self.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want that, hm?” Y/N looked up at him expectantly. Her eyes went from his boxers and back to his eyes.

“Oh- right.” Bucky lifted his hips off the bed and slid his boxers off. His cock was at half-mast but was still shockingly large. Y/N’s eyes went wide. Gone were the nerves of a second ago. This was no longer present day Bucky, this was 40’s Bucky with all the swagger and charisma of a dashing young military sergeant.

“Like what you see, doll?” Y/N rolled her eyes and looked up at him, awaiting instruction.

“Ok, first, you’re gonna spit on your hand. Then start stroking.” Y/N obeyed. Bucky let out a loud hiss when her lubed hand touched his bare cock for the first time. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, twisting it slightly like she had seen in porn.

“Fuck, sweetie. Just like that. Now, uh, lick the tip.” Bucky was already out of breath and Y/N decided she loved this. Loved seeing him come apart for her. Y/N leaned forward and placed an open mouthed kiss on the red tip. Bucky’s hips jutted into her mouth as he moaned.

“Shit, sorry. Dunno what’s gotten into me.” Bucky looked down at her. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips were red and swollen, her neck was covered in marks that he had left… He knew exactly what had gotten into him. He just didn’t have the nerve to say it. It was times like these that Bucky Barnes really wished he could get drunk.

Y/N kept stroking his cock as she pulled away to speak.

“It’s okay. It was kind of hot.” She looked at him from under her thick eyelashes.

“Yeah? You want me to do it again?” Bucky asked hesitantly.

“Please.” Y/N replied.

Bucky groaned and brought his hips a little closer to the edge of the bed.

“You’re going to let me know if it gets too much at any time, alright?” Y/N nodded.

“Open your mouth, doll.” Y/N did, opening as wide as she could to prepare for his girth. Bucky slid his cock into her mouth. “Breathe through- shit. Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. Relax your throat.” Y/N tried her best to obey his commands, sitting back on her heels to allow him to take full control. Bucky brought a hand to the back of her head, gathering her hair before starting to gently thrust into her mouth.

“Fuck, baby. Feels so fucking good.” He looked down to see her staring up at him but the biggest shock was her hand between her thighs.

“Are you- shit, are you touching yourself, doll?” She batted her eyelashes as if to say “What does it look like?” and he chuckled.

“You look so good like this, baby. On your knees for me. Sucking- shit- sucking my cock like you were born to do it.” Bucky’s filthy words drew a moan from Y/N, sending vibrations through his cock. “Fuck! Oh- baby. Oh, god. This is gonna end a lot sooner than I’d like if we don’t stop.” Y/N made no move to pull away from him, continuing to let him fuck her throat.

“Oh, is that what you want, hm? Want me to cum down that pretty throat of yours?” Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed as another moan escaped her. A shiver ran through Bucky’s body but he tapped her on the cheek. “Nuh-uh, babydoll. Wanna see those eyes. Those fucking eyes.” Y/N batted her eyelashes and moaned again. Bucky pulled out of her mouth suddenly. She pouted at him.

“Doll- if I hadn’t stopped, I wouldn’t get to fuck you. That’s the whole point, right?” Bucky took her hand and pulled her to standing so he could kiss her. He pulled away so he could see her eyes flutter open, dizzy on him. “Those fucking eyes.” Bucky said with a smirk before picking her up and setting on the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and shivered when she felt his hot length on her thigh. Bucky looked at her one last time.

“You sure, doll? I want this too, but I’ll go home with some major fucking blue balls if you’ve changed your mind.” Y/N threw her head back and laughed. Bucky only watched her, a soft smile coming across his face. How had he never noticed how beautiful her laugh was before?

“I’m sure, Buck.” Y/N arched upwards to press a kiss to his lips.

“Alright, then. What the lady wants…” Bucky reached between them and gripped his cock. He slid it through her folds a few times, gathering her wetness. Then he slowly pushed inside her with a loud groan from each of them. Bucky watched her face to gauge her reaction. A mix of pain and discomfort was painted on her features and it killed him. He hated hurting her but this is what she asked for. He continued pushing into her, inch by inch, trying to control his hips and keep from rutting into her. After a minute of tortuously slow moving, he bottomed out. A few tears had escaped Y/N’s eyes and he leaned down to kiss them off her cheek. Slowly, the look of pain disappeared from Y/N’s face.

“Bucky-”

“Yeah, doll?”

“Please, move.”

That was all it took to shatter his resolve. Bucky pulled out as much as she allowed him to, her pussy gripping him like a vice. He thrusted back into her warm depths, sighing at how well she took him.

“So fucking tight, doll. Feels fucking heavenly.” Bucky’s fists tensed in the sheets beside her when she clenched around him.

“Shit- oh. Someone has a praise kink.” Bucky muttered under his breath. Y/N nodded in desperation to hear him talk again.

“You want me to keep talking? You like it when I talk to you, baby? Tell you how good you feel? How well you’re taking my cock?” Y/N shivered and her walls tightened around him.

“Fuck, baby. You keep that up I’m not gonna last long.” Bucky propped himself up on his metal arm and reached his flesh one between their bodies, sticky with sweat. He rubbed gently at her clit as he thrusted, trying to time the rhythms together. Y/N cried out in pleasure, the sound music to Bucky’s ears.

“Are you gonna cum, doll? Be a good girl and cum on my cock, yeah? Bet you look so fucking pretty when you cum for me.” Bucky kissed her neck sloppily, biting slightly on her pulse point. Bucky’s words and the new sensation sent her over the edge. Y/N’s hands gripped her pillow as Bucky sat back to look at her. She was beautiful as she came undone on his cock. She looked majestic. Holy. Like a goddess he’d get on his knees and pray to or a queen he’d serve until his dying breath.

“Bucky, oh- baby. Just like- Oh-” Y/N shivered as her orgasm wrecked her, every thrust of Bucky’s hips prolonging the sensation. Bucky took in her post-orgasmic state.

She was a mess. Her tits were sweaty and shiny as they bounced in the dull light of her bedroom. Her neck was covered in a smattering or bruises. She seemed to notice his gaze because she reached for him, pulling his face down to hers and kissing him roughly. She looked down to where their bodies met. Bucky’s eyes followed her own and he moaned in absolute delight at the scene. He closed his eyes quickly out of reflex. Protect himself. Protect Y/N. Don’t lose control. Y/N placed a gentle kiss on his nose and his eyes snapped open to meet hers.

“Let go.” That simple sentence gave Bucky a gentle push over the edge and then he was falling. Not a hard fall with an ending that would leave him mentally unstable and minus an arm, but more of a pleasant roller coaster drop. He felt safe in her arms as he let go, shooting ropes of white cum inside her.

“Y/N- fucking hell. Baby- So fucking good.” Bucky was very vocal as his hips slowed to a stop. His cock twitched from the oversensitivity. He knew he’d have to pull out eventually, but he wasn’t in any hurry. She was wet and warm and inviting and the world outside her bedroom was cold and cruel and unforgiving. Bucky knew he’d stay there forever if she let him.

But that’s not what he was here for. Not for life, not even for the night. Just for an hour. Just until she’d had her cherry popped and she’d send him on his way like some kind of sick business deal. With great effort, Bucky convinced his body to pull from her soft depths, smearing cum and slick down her thighs. He stood and began gathering his clothes.

“What- what’re you doing?” Bucky looked back at Y/N. She had her knees tucked into her chest and was staring up at him with those fucking eyes.

“I’m leaving.” Y/N’s eyes drooped at his words.

“Oh.”

Bucky pulled on his boxers and elected to get changed out of her view- the harsh stare on his back was getting to be too much. He had his hand on the doorknob when she spoke.

“Please- please don’t go.” This time when Bucky looked at Y/N, her eyes were rimmed with tears. He dropped his clothes and ran to her, cradling her face.

“Why’re you crying, babydoll? What’s wrong?” His eyes sought hers, trying to understand what was happening behind them.

“You were going to leave.” Y/N’s tears hadn’t fallen yet. She was always so strong. Bucky wished he knew how to make her feel safe enough to be weak.

“I figured you’d want me to.” His thumb stroked her cheek.

“No. I- I want you to stay. Please stay.” Y/N’s hands reached up and wrapped around his wrists, keeping them in place.

“Then I’ll stay. I’ll stay, doll. Just please- don’t cry.” Bucky kissed her forehead and pulled her into his chest. If he felt a small wet spot growing where her head lay, he didn’t say anything.

Eventually she pulled away from him. Y/N’s eyes met his and Bucky knew then- he was wrecked. Utterly, completely, wrecked.

“Will you sleep with me?” She asked. He understood she meant sleep next to her in bed. Keep her warm with his touch and keep her mind calm with his presence. He nodded and she unravelled herself from his arms. She stood and tucked herself into her warm covers, beckoning for him to join her. Her body was naked still, but he didn’t care. Preferred it, actually. Not for any perverted reason. He had missed the feeling of warm flesh on his own. A body that wasn’t about to die underneath him. It was...nice.

Bucky crawled into bed beside her, exposing his right side for her to cuddle into if she wished. She did. She laid her head on his shoulder and ran a hand up and down his stomach, tracing invisible patterns.

“Thank you.” She said.

“Anytime.”

After a while, her breath evened out. He watched her back rise and fall. He knew he had to leave in the morning- but for now he’d allow himself to indulge in the simple pleasures of the smell of her shampoo and the way her heart beat in time with his.

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Territory Getting Hotter

Pairing: Carol Danvers x enhanced!Fem Reader

Words: ~2.9k

Summary: You’ve made another mess for the Avengers and they find out about your relationship with Captain Danvers

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fe receiving oral sex, use of toys, squirting, overstimulation, light dom aspects), mentions of canon level violence, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I love these two!!! Dom!Carol is it you guys, wow. Also, reader is such a massive pain in the ass and I love her for it, I can’t wait to piss off every single Avenger with her antics.

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You beamed at Carol when she walked into the kitchen, still bleary eyed from sleep as she stretched and ran a hand through her hair.

“Hey babe!” You grinned at her. “Guess who made pancakes?”

“You’re the best sweetie.” She murmured, wrapping around your back and nuzzling into your hair. “We’ll make a housewife out of you yet.”

You laughed as she moved to pour herself some coffee when there was a sudden pounding on the front door.

“Danvers!!” A low voice shouted through the door. “Open up, its Rogers!!”

“Shit!” She hissed, looking around frantically as she tried to find someplace to stash you.

“Would you relax?” You said as you rolled your eyes at her. “He has to find out sometime.”

“Yeah, but not today! He already sounds pissed. One second!!” She shouted back, throwing on some sweats. “Just find somewhere to hide, I don’t feel like dealing with this today.”

She moved to open the door as you shook your head at her, weighing your hiding place options.

“Hey Steve, what’s up?” She said, nonchalantly as she let him inside.

“What’s up? Have you watched the news yet this morning?” He seethed as he stormed into the kitchen.

“Oh no. What did she do?” Carol said, taking a deep breath and cursing you in her head for whatever shit storm you’d started now.

“I can’t even talk about it, I’m so mad.” He growled, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee without even asking. “Even Stark was pissed, and he’s usually pretty lenient.”

“Uh-huh.” Carol said as she chewed on her lip and nibbled on a piece of bacon.

“She managed to drag Thor into it, too. We may have to move her to a full time handler, one that she can’t corrupt.” He said, starting to calm down a little bit. “We’re having a meeting about it in 30 minutes, just wanted you to be prepared. How would you feel about taking her on?”

Carol heard a snort from somewhere in the apartment and did her best not to whip around to find you. Unfortunately Steve heard it to with his damn super soldier hearing.

“What was that?” He hissed, his eyes darting all over the quarters.

“Uh, my smoke alarm’s been acting up.” Carol muttered, trying to usher him out the door. “I’ll think about it, see you soon!”

She slammed the door closed and started searching for you.

“What the fuck did you do, baby?” She asked, scanning the apartment for you.

“Y’know, I think I’m gonna leave that for a surprise.” She heard from above her head and shot her gaze upwards.

You had somehow managed to wedge yourself into a tiny corner in the ceiling of the hallway leading to her bedroom. She was giving you a disapproving look as you dropped to the floor with a grunt and grinned at her.

“You think you can handle me babe?” You said as you moved to the bedroom to get dressed.

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The two of you were sitting across from each other in the conference room half an hour later, trying to act like you didn’t fuck each other’s brains out every chance you got.

Or, at least Carol was. You were sliding your foot up the inside of her leg as she glared murderously at you and you just grinned like an idiot. She shook her head at you and turned to look at the giant screen where Tony was pulling up the surveillance footage as the rest of the team gave you exasperated glances.

“Oh, here we go, we’re getting to the good part.” Tony said, giving you a meaningful look as he slowed the footage down. “Now who’s this guy you just punched in the face and then threw across the club like a rag doll?”

“I think that’s the Duke of Edinburgh.” You said with a shrug, leaning back in your chair.

“No, that’s the Duke of Sussex, y’know, the queen’s nephew.” Nat said as she took a long drink of her coffee, looking exhausted.

“Oh shit, really?” You said, still grinning like an idiot. “Whoops.”

“And wait, here’s where Point Break blows all the lights in the club, which he says was your idea, so the two of you can make a run for it.” Stark said when the video suddenly went black.

“We weren’t making a run for it, we were pursuing our suspect.” You said, staring daggers at Thor as he tried to sink into his chair.

“Uh-huh, and did you catch your suspect?” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, he’s in holding right now.” You said with a shrug.

“What?! Why wasn’t that in your report?” Rogers said as he started to dig through the pile of paperwork in front of him.

“I haven’t completed the report yet, Captain Rogers.” You said lightly. “I made sure to update Captain Danvers though.”

“Let’s not get off track, this is about you assaulting a member of the royal family.” Tony said as he tried to redirect the conversation.

“He assaulted me first! He grabbed my ass and made some very ungentlemanly comments about what he would do if he got me in his car.” You said, pouting as you rested your head on your hands.

“He did grab her ass, Stark. I saw it.” Thor piped up before Rogers shot him a look and he went back to inspecting his coffee.

“So you threw him? That seems like a bit of an overreaction.” Tony said with an uncomfortable shrug.

“It’s a reflex, Stark.” You said, your eyes rolling back in your head as the other women frowned at him. “Sorry, I don’t think putting up with sexual harassment is in my job description.”

“Ok, ok fine. Nat, is there anyway you can spin this?” Stark said, turning to Romanoff as she let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, the man is a pretty notorious dog, shouldn’t be too hard.” She muttered.

“Great! Excellent meeting team, see y’all at the next one!” You said, starting to stand up before Steve turned his attention to you.

“No, we still need to discuss your recklessness, Y/L/N.” He seethed, shooting you a scowl that you returned with a mocking air that had Carol trying to hold back a snort. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I think the best course is to have you under more direct supervision. I considered splitting up you and Odinson but I feel like that would just spread the chaos around after how much you’ve corrupted him.”

You shot a grin and a wink at Thor that he returned as the two of you finally relaxed, but Steve was still talking.

“So, Danvers is going to be accompanying you on your missions now. I feel like her levelheaded attitude is just what’s needed to keep you two in line.” He said with a satisfied smirk.

“Uh, you sure Danvers is the best choice there, Cap?” Tony said whole Nat snickered into her coffee.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t she be?” Steve said as he looked around at everyone’s amused expressions with confusion.

“They’re fucking each other Steve.” Nat said nonchalantly, sending Steve into a spluttering fit as you started cackling and Carol just rolled her eyes and groaned.

“What?!” Rogers roared, his eyes moving frantically between you and Carol as you grinned at him like an idiot. “How long has this been happening?”

“Six months.” Carol said resignedly, taking a gulp of coffee as she shrugged uncomfortably. “Didn’t really feel like dealing with the paperwork.”

“Si... six months?” Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. “And you didn’t think that might be a conflict of interest?”

“Don’t worry Cap, Danvers is quite the disciplinarian.” You said with a wicked grin as you waggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Carol growled at you and gave you a meaningful look, and you just rolled your eyes at her before leaning back on your chair and propping your boots on the conference table.

“Well... shit.” Steve sighed, running his palm over his face in exasperation. “I guess Bucky can probably oversee some of your ops, and I’ll take over the rest of them. What?”

You and Thor both groaned at that, rolling your eyes at each other.

“Just, Barnes? Could you pick a bigger stick in the mud?” You said with a shrug. “I mean, we get it dude. You were tortured by evil scientists for years who turned you into a mindless killing machine, who wasn’t? And, I love you Steve, but do you even drink?”

“Ok, we’re gonna head out now.” Carol said as she frowned at you, stepping between you and Steve before a real fight broke out. “Guess we’ll report to HR as soon as we can.”

“Uh-huh.” Rogers mumbled, pouting a little as she ushered you out of the room.

Nat followed after the two of you lazily, shaking her head at Steve and Tony as Stark and Thor tried to assure the Captain that he was loads of fun to be around and a blast at all their parties.

“Congrats again you two.” She said with a grin as she split down a different hallway to her own quarters.

“Thanks Nat! You ever gonna tell him about you and Wilson?” You yelled after her, laughing when she flipped you off over her shoulder. “Told ya they knew, babe.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled before grinning at you. “So, you beat up a royal?”

“Shit. In my defense, I didn’t know he was a royal until after I threw him.” You said, following her down the hall back to her apartment. “I thought he was just a smarmy asshole.”

“That’s the problem, sweetheart.” She purred over her shoulder. “You never consider the consequences of your actions.”

“That’s all I think about, babe.” You said with a wicked grin as you waited for her to open the door.

“And now you’re dragging poor Thor into your messes.” She tutted, shaking her head at you as she closed the door and stripped off her jacket. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you had a little crush on that himbo.”

“If you didn’t know better?” You beamed at her, starting to unbutton your jeans and step out of your boots. “Honey, he’s a literal god. I have a massive crush on him.”

“Oh, are you trying to make me jealous?” She ripped off her tank top and threw it aside. “Cuz I’m already pissed at you.”

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

She stepped forward and gripped your jaw tightly, smashing her mouth to yours as she started steering you towards the bedroom. You yelped when she tossed you on the bed, grinning as she climbed on top of you.

“You’re such a bad girl.” She growled at you, ripping your bra off in one quick motion.

You screamed when she slapped your tit harshly, the stinging sensation warming your chest while she bent to open the top drawer of the nightstand.

“I am. I’m fucking horrible.” You gasped as she rifled around. “What are you doing?”

She grinned at you as she straightened back up, holding a set of extra shiny looking restraints.

“These are vibranium.” She cooed as she grabbed your wrists and dragged them above your head, hooking them through the headboard as you panted underneath her. “I stole them from R and D, and there’s no way even you can break out of them.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You said around a smirk, giving your hands a test yank and nodding appreciatively as Carol shackled each of your feet to the opposing bedposts.

She bit her lip as she stared at you, your legs spread wide over the bed and making your back arch. You moaned as she tore off your panties and slapped your pussy, your muscles twitching as arousal seeped out of you.

“Mmm, you look so good like this.” She mumbled, sliding down until she was laying between your thighs. “Can’t decide whether I should edge you all night or make you come so many times you forget your own name.”

She ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe and you let out a shriek as you came as soon as she reached your clit. She pressed your hips into the mattress as she lashed her tongue against your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver with the strain of your orgasm.

“Looks like you made my decision for me.” She grinned at you before diving back in.

Her tongue swirled through your folds expertly, sucking your lips into your mouth and humming against you as your pussy started clenching around nothing. She wrapped her lips around your clit and you came again with a sob as your limbs pulled against the restraints, your body trying to arch off the bed.

She shoved her tongue inside you and you screamed as another orgasm crashed over you when her teeth brushed against your tiny bundle of nerves. Carol kept curling her tongue inside you as you vibrated underneath her, moaning as your release flowed into her mouth and soaked her chin.

“Fuck, Carol!” You whined as she sat up between your legs and lightly ran her fingers over your inner thighs. “That was almost too much.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” She smirked as she watched you panting underneath her, reaching for the bedside table again while you squirmed.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as she pulled out a massive dildo from the drawer of toys. “Is that my stormbreaker? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Yeah, well I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She murmured before dragging the length on the thing through your slick coated folds, making you keen. “Did you know this thing comes with a thruster?”

“Yeah, why do you think I bought it?” You teased before your eyes rolled back in your head as she shoved it inside you.

She started fucking you with the toy at a punishing pace, grinning as you came apart like putty in her hands. Tears started leaking down your cheeks when she turned the vibrating function on and angled it so it was teasing against your clit with each push.

You whined as she bent over you and wrapped her lips around your nipple and swirled her tongue around it. She grinned against your chest as you tried to arch into her mouth, your restraints still holding you in place.

“Mmm, you gonna come again baby?” She muttered, nipping at the curve of your breast as your body started twitching, your release looming over you as you sobbed wordlessly. “Do it, you look so pretty when you fall apart.”

She twisted her wrist and you shrieked as your pussy fluttered wildly, your release leaking out around the dildo and pooling on her sheets. Your cried as she kept fucking you through it, wet sloshing sounds filling her bedroom as the toy slid in and out of you easily.

You let out an inhuman wail when she turned on the thruster and you felt the tip of the toy punch you in the cervix, coming again immediately as your body writhed wildly.

“Shit, I see why you love this thing.” She smirked as she kissed her way up your chest, still shoving the toy into your overworked cunt as your body went lax, your head polling to the side and drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “You think about Thor fucking you when you use this, babe? Maybe I should bring him in here to fuck you stupid while I watch, would you like that?”

You just mumbled stupidly as your body shook with another orgasm, sinking into the bed in your fucked out state. Her slap snapped you out of it, making you take in a sharp breath as your brain rebooted.

“I asked you a question.” She growled as she twisted the toy again and you let out a low moan.

“I feel like this might be a trap.” You gasped as she palmed at your breast and laid down against your shoulder, still thrusting the toy into you viciously.

“That sounds like a yes to me.” She purred, nuzzling into your neck as she gave the toy a final push.

You screamed as she pulled it out of you suddenly, your release squirting out of you in a violent rush. Your body thrashed violently with the power of your orgasm and Carol cursed as you snapped her headboard and bedposts, the bed frame shuddering before one of the legs gave out and it sank to the floor with a crash.

“Holy fuck, you ok?” She asked, sitting up and grinning at you as she assessed the damage you’d caused.

“Yeah.” You said, swallowing thickly as you moved your limbs with a groan. “At least we know the cuffs work! Sorry about your bed.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She murmured, grabbing the key and unlocking the restraints before pulling you back against her chest. “We’ll just use yours I guess.”

“Are you gonna move in with me? I think that may give Rogers an aneurysm.”

“He’ll get over it.” She shrugged as you nuzzled into her chest. “Now, how do you think we should approach Thor?”

“What?! You were serious?”

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sinisterlyhan · 4 years ago

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02 ; 02. hyunsung / 10,864 words

incubus!hyunsung, an occasional softness with an occasional roughness, oral (m & f receiving), threesome, virgin!female reader, unprotected sex, a hint of corruption kink, slight hyunsung rivalry, a little romance because demons are falling in love

tw: mentions of insecurities, hinting at bullying nearing the end

parts: 01 ; 02 ; 03

a/n: ahh, i have never written a threesome before so i hope this isn’t too sloppy.

it was just an act out of boredom, or perhaps deep down it was a cry for help, but whatever the reason behind you trying out a demon summoning challenge your classmate gave you, you did not expect to find two men dressed in suits morphing out of the shadows in your room.

the blond one appeared first, with his long hair parted to each side, falling prettily over the frame of his face. intense eyes, a soft nose, and plumpy lips—he looked like the picture-perfect man, and the fact that he was staring at you when he appeared sent shivers down your spine.

but then another one appeared not too soon after. he was different, still attractive but in a much less elegant way. black hair styled up and falling over his forehead like a comma, his eyes were bright and warm, his smile cheeky—this one was friendly, with an attractively boyish vibe to him, and he eyed you up and down with intrigue when he noticed you kneeling in the middle of your room.

and then they saw each other. you could pinpoint exactly the moment when their brows furrowed and their eyes changed to a shade of bright red, annoyance flaring into their system as they started to shove each other with insulting words.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" hyunjin asked, a brow raised and his tone more condescending than ever.

"what are you doing here?" jisung retorted back, eyes wide in a threatening way.

"i asked you first."

"i don't give a shit, answer my question."

you looked back and forth between the two of them. to say you were confused was an understatement, questions were littered all across your head at the almost comical situation: are those two demons? they did morph from shadows, suppose they could be. but shouldn't they be more intimidating than childish? this sounded like the kind of argument you could overhear in middle school.

"umm... i think you guys are here because i summoned you both," you chimed in timidly, your legs automatically squeezing together when they both turned to look at you.

jisung raised his brows in amusement, tilting his head at your shrunken form before he threw away the menace for a moment and turned to hyunjin. he grinned at the way hyunjin was staring at you, his gaze frozen and bursting little sparks of lustful red.

hyunjin could smell the faint scent of obedience from you but you were yet to be afraid of them, which he would prefer, to be honest.

after all, it wasn't the kind obedience he would want if it stemmed from fear. hyunjin would much rather have you begging for it, begging for him to control you in each and every way possible and to make you succumb to him.

"aww, look at her! she has her hand raised and everything!" jisung cooed, breaking the blond-haired boy out of his trance before he looked back at you. "don't worry, baby. wait until i get this stupid shit out of here and i'll give you the best fuck of your life."

you blanked out at his words. what did he just say—best what?

hyunjin caught onto the immediate change of your expression, a deep chuckle leaving his lips as he shoved his hands in his pockets before slowly inching towards you. jisung whined at the fact that he was being ignored, but the way hyunjin was looking at you has got him quite interested in what was going on as well.

hyunjin stopped before you, just enough to see you arch your neck up to look at him. the suggestive angle where he could see into the small gap of your loose shirt, and the way your eyes blinked up questioningly at him made him clench his fist.

patience. he reminded himself. he could get his chance soon, with or without jisung here. preferably without him here; that annoying brat would so ruin the elegant mood with his blabbering mouth. the only rambling sounds he wanted to hear were the chokes and incoherent noises of your throat being fucked raw and hard.

"do you know what we are?" he asked carefully, looking at you for an immediate answer.

“uh–uhm, demon–demons?” you stuttered, feeling heavy under his gaze.

jisung crouched down next to you, an entertained expression on his face. you felt pressure from the way he eyed you—interest, expectations, like you were some pretty little thing even though you knew you weren't. but there was a type of solace you felt from him willing to be at your eye-level when hyunjin kept his authoritative distance by standing tall.

"close, we are demons, but specifically speaking, we are incubuses." jisung said, giving your cheek a pinch before he squealed. "ooh, you're so soft! i just want to–ahh! i wanna do so many things to you, sweet cheeks!"

"jisung, can you stop for a damn second?" hyunjin sighed, sending an irritated glare over at the boy before he peered down at you once again. "you. do you know what an incubus is?"

you pursed your lips, your cheeks flaring a shade of red as you dropped your head. but soon after, a hand gripped your chin and made you look back up at him abruptly. jisung was grinning, his firm grip a pain on your bones and causing you to gasp.

"you gotta look at people when you talk to them, sweet cheeks," he said, all smiles and bubbles even though his death grip on your jaw was probably strong enough to bruise.

hyunjin clicked his tongue. god, he almost forgot why he hated this ignorant and aggressive man so much. jisung was always so mindless about his strength, sometimes he would cause more pain than pleasure but yet his sex count still tolls up a hundred times more than his.

people didn't really want him, he always thought like that. he was pretty, but too soft, too kind, too wussy to be tough with soft little humans.

it was a faint sense of envy. and also a simple rush of annoyance that jisung never learned to be polite with human beings.

especially delicate ones like you.

jisung was kicked harshly off to the side before hyunjin knelt on one knee in front of you. he took his hands out of his pants pockets, one hand grabbing your smaller one while the other stroked down the side of your face until the tip of his index finger met your chin.

he tilted your head up, slow and careful, and he whispered, "answer me, doll. do you know what an incubus is?"

before you could answer, jisung bounced back from the ground with an angered groan. "hwang hyunjin, you've just been getting on my fucking nerves today–"

"you need to learn to be gentle with people," he glanced to the side. "this one especially. she's fragile."

"they're all fragile."

hyunjin pursed his lips together and removed his hands from you. when you thought you were off the hook, however, he grabbed ahold of jisung's hand and pressed it towards your clothed cunt without a warning. you flinched in surprise, a whimper leaving your lips while jisung paused his movements.

"i said this one is fragile. if you can't smell it then feel it, asshole,"

jisung dipped his fingers into your clothed core, ever so slightly but he already has you a blushing and wincing mess. his eyes widened for a moment, your refreshing aroma hitting his nose, then he softened as he recalled what hyunjin just told him.

"you've never had sex before," jisung muttered as he removed his hand from you. tilting his head to the side, he sucked in a confused breath before he hummed. "did you summon us to take your virginity?"

he allowed you the permission to look away this time, seeing it was probably beyond embarrassing to have to admit to going this far to fulfill that kind of filthy requests. but, even with the blush on your face, you shook your head.

"no, i–i was just messing around," you said. "i thought i was gonna summon lucifer or something, that's what the girls in my class told me."

jisung laughed, genuinely amused at your stupidity. "you really think the big man downstairs has time to answer human requests?"

"what would you have done if he did appear?" hyunjin asked. when you didn't answer, he reached out and gently turned your head back to him. "answer me when i ask you a question, doll."

"i..." you pursed your lips together.

this was absolutely humiliating. surely, you did not plan to summon sex demons to take your virginity for you. frankly, you would never do that due to the idea that those demons hold no personal feelings towards you, and you wanted intimacy rather than mindless sex. but summoning lucifer to help you become more sexually and romantically appealing to the human gaze was just about the same idea.

not directly asking for sex, sure, but the point was that you still wanted it.

"i just wanted–" your lips quirked down. and when hyunjin raised a questioning brow at you, you felt like crying in shame that you have to admit such disgusting things to such a gorgeous man. "i just wanted to be better because no one would take me."

the way jisung could resonate with the dimming of red light behind hyunjin's eyes was surprising. the sudden fuel of desire to show you his warm, hazelnut brown, more humane eyes was something he has never felt before.

it was the first moment that clicked for jisung, it seemed, that you were truly vulnerable in all aspects. not just the fact that you have never been fucked before, but that fact that you haven't even been kissed, never been loved, never been proven that you were so, so desirable in the eyes before.

he sighed a little. this wasn't his playing field. making love wasn't his thing, it was hyunjin's thing. and even though he had made fun of hyunjin for showing unnecessary tenderness to horny little human fucktoys, a part of him wished he had what hyunjin has somehow.

there was always preciousness in being tender; a god-given trait a demon never had the privilege to experience unless it was under the hands of a human being.

jisung has spent too long denying the need for it, it has finally blown over his head. he has never once stayed longer than a minute after the climax. he was always gone before sunrise, before the witching hour, before the human falls asleep.

jisung didn't enjoy all his encounters. people turn to him and all they see is 'roughness.' hyunjin, on the other hand, probably had a fair share of gentle kisses here and there, that sick bastard.

looking at you again, his eyes grazing past your soft skin and squeezed thighs, his nose sniffing the scent of your sweet, tight cunt that turned him on so much, he had a moment of second thoughts.

"you can have her," he said to hyunjin after a moment of contemplation. "you can take it."

"jisung–"

"no, it's fine," he protested as he shook his head, trying to stand up from the spot he crouched. "this is her first time, someone should probably take care of her–"

"han jisung, could you please read the room?" hyunjin said, rolling his eyes slightly.

he did, his eyes turning over to find you staring at him with a somewhat disappointed expression. he gasped inwardly; oh you have got him all wrong. he was not leaving because he thought you weren’t good enough to have him around. if anything, he wanted to have you all to himself as much as hyunjin did.

but realizing how his long repressed-vulnerability, one that has been factored into the situation the second he understood your familiar insecurity, would completely contrast his tendency to act so rough on people, he would much rather not take that kind of risk.

jisung did not wish to accidentally hurt you, but his expectation exceeds that of the human capability sometimes and he would act on impulse.

“i’m a little rough, sweet cheeks,” he said, running the back of his finger across your cheek and groaning slightly as he imagined how tight your unfucked cunt would feel around him.

holy sins, he could not be able to stop himself, he really wouldn’t.

“if this is your first time then it should be soft,” he added. “and i don’t know how to do that.”

the irony bridged in between the fact that he was saying all those words yet somehow, his finger could only touch you with the most ghostly sensation you have felt before. and you felt for the demon, the fact that he didn’t think he would be good enough in a certain aspect of his nature was relatable on so many levels.

so you reached up to hold his hand, soothing his tense joints over with your weaker ones and pressing him to your cheek, and you told him, “you can always learn.”

hyunjin leaned back on his feet when jisung clenched his jaw before his fingers instinctively gripped at your chin again, the latter’s lust taking over in a whim. from what exactly, he didn’t know; perhaps it was the wetness gathering at your core from his mere touch, or maybe it was the fact that you thought he deserved time and forgiveness for how violent he has always been.

you were yanked forward by jisung without much care, your lips slamming uncomfortably against his as he messily sucked at your bottom lip.

he was going too fast, hyunjin could see from the furrowing of your brows that you were not feeling as good as one should from a first kiss. but jisung was relentless with his teeth grazing, biting and pulling at your lips while he let your whimpers fall on deaf ears, your pushes at his shoulders serving as nothing more than baby punches.

the envy stirred within his chest—he wanted to kiss you too. yet somehow there was a sense of triumph in knowing that you weren’t actually enjoying the kiss being shared. and whether you weren’t reciprocating because you didn’t know how to or because you didn’t want to was the least of his problems.

you just weren’t returning jisung’s kiss, and that was enough to make hyunjin feel so smug.

hyunjin moved forward, slipping a hand between your chests before he pushed jisung away from you with a simple shove. you panted from the loss of impact, your lips stinging from all the biting as tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. you looked shocked, and hyunjin almost laughed; you must have underestimated how rough jisung could actually be, which was a big mistake on your part.

if a demon would rather choose to leave because they didn’t think you could handle them, then you should probably gain a little sense of fear.

“your lips are all swollen, baby doll,” he muttered under his breath as he tilted your head over to look at him. his eyes were vicious and intense, but they weren’t exactly rid of the elegant softness he had always carried himself with either.

a flicker of red passed through his eyes when you whimpered after he pressed his thumb to the bloody mark on your bottom lip, and without much thought to it, he leaned down to your face.

“i’m gonna kiss you, alright?” hyunjin whispered as he stared into your eyes, staring in a way that made you unable to refuse. when you gave him a nod, he flashed you an unnoticeable smirk before he leaned in and pressed his soft lips against yours.

he was much gentler, his mouth moving as a guide to allow you to reciprocate the kiss. his finger tapped your chin, his nail slightly digging into your skin as he inched your face closer and deepened the kiss. you let out a short exhale through your nose, your hands flying up to grip his forearm when his finger trailed down to your neck where he gave the base a teasing squeeze.

jisung watched from the side. the way hyunjin kissed you, the mellow licking and loud smooching, was a complete contrast to his method of desperate and sloppy kissing. but it did not come as a surprise to him, not so much.

hyunjin was the type to give mind-blowing, sensual kisses like this. and jisung suspected people always enjoyed it the way you were, if not more. even if you were unfamiliar with the feeling of him choking your neck, the fluttery feeling of his lips molding against yours was covering all the strangeness up in forms of fireworks and breathy moans.

the blond pulled away from you after a moment, his nose scrunching up slightly at the strong scent of your heat. the wetness was gathering up slowly, if you allowed it then he would finally lay you down and actually start giving you what you should have gotten all these years—to have your body be worshiped, to be told you are pretty, to be given immense pleasure no other human being could provide after he (and maybe jisung) is done with you.

“now, doll, go give jisung a kiss. he’s been looking,” hyunjin urged as he turned your head over to look at the wide-eyed boy. “don’t worry. if he’s rough with you again, i’ll break his bones.”

jisung couldn’t even find the energy to retort, although he did flash hyunjin a very strong glare that soon faded when you finished contemplating and finally crawled your way over to where he sat. you were probably unsure from the previous kiss you two shared, one that was memorable but in the worst way possible. but still, you were keen on giving him a second chance, your capacity for change and forgiveness warming up to him in the form of your palms on his jaw.

hyunjin watched carefully as you pressed your lips to jisung’s, his head tilting for a quick second in an attempt to push towards you but he slowed down his pace eventually.

seeing that you two seemed to have no trouble, hyunjin removed his gaze from your faces and moved to kneel behind your back instead.

you flinched automatically when his hands found your waist, squeezing the flesh around that area. you could have pulled away to look but jisung was luring you to him, his tongue doing wonders in your mouth after you permitted him to dig himself a deeper hole.

hyunjin closed his eyes, feeling the curve of your skin as he roamed his instrument hands around your body—your hips, your tummy, your ribs, and finally your breasts.

a whimper sounded into jisung’s mouth when hyunjin squeezed your breasts. pulling away, your hands removed themselves from his jaw and onto the hands that had landed themselves on your boobs, your fingers tugging at hyunjin’s in an attempt to remove them out of embarrassment. but instead of letting go, hyunjin only massaged the roundness in his hands as he nudged his nose against your neck.

“shh, doll,” he breathed into your ear, his lips brushing past your earlobe before they stopped to whisper, “don’t worry, i won’t hurt you unless you ask me to.”

jisung saw the look he was given and his eyes met with your hazy ones. you were looking at him, completely unaware of the cue that hyunjin gave him as you were too drowned out in the calming sensation blooming in your chest. his eyes continued to move down to hyunjin’s hands and finally settled on your shorts, where he was asked to give his attention to.

jisung moved closer to you, chuckling deeply when your breath hitched in your throat at the way hyunjin pinched your nipples through your shirt. his hands fondled your breasts as his fingers pulled and twisted the sensitive buds, sending electric pulses down your back and causing your shoulders to raise at the sensation.

hyunjin was chuckling with his lips pressed against your neck, a laugh filled with tease and anticipation, one that made you realize he wasn’t really taking you seriously because of how weak you were under his hands when he had barely started doing anything.

your cheeks flushed at his laugh, it reddened, even more, when you found jisung smirking down at you playfully. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking about, or what that smile was for. was it mockery, or did he saw something he liked? it was probably the first one, that made more sense, because what was there to like about you?

breaking your train of thoughts, jisung suddenly turned you around by your shoulders so you would face hyunjin instead. his hands moved down to the hem of your shirt and he quickly pulled it up, your arms raising automatically to let him pull it off of you. your shoulders slumped at the lack of fabric against your skin, the curls of your hair leaving light touches as their fingertips as they fell so prettily over your shoulders and covered only portions of your skin.

hyunjin hummed in satisfaction at the sight of your bare breasts, skin smooth and fleshy as he expected. he clamped a cold hand over it, letting you get used to the feeling before he leaned down and licked a slow strip up from your underboob without breaking eye-contact with you. he stopped at your nipple, taking the bud in his mouth and sucking on it loudly, rolling his saliva all over your skin to get you all wet and aroused.

jisung traced a line down the bone of your back, a lustful breath leaving his lips at the way your muscles tensed when your back arched. he leaned down to start a trail of kisses up from your shoulder blade to the nape of your neck.

his hands that had been firm on the side of your waist to keep you from moving started to roam down to your shorts. it slipped past the waistband slowly, inching closer and closer beneath your panties before he stopped at your clit.

you let out a shameful moan when jisung pressed his finger against the pink spot, his finger rubbing in all directions slowly.

this was new; you have been putting off masturbating for so long simply because you weren’t brave enough to put your own hands down your pants. it was too much of a filthy act for you to do, yet somehow when jisung started to tick you over the edge with his fingers, it felt much more exhilarating than degrading.

“do you want my fingers, baby cheeks?” jisung asked, a hand clamping over your chin and bringing your face closer to his. his grip was firm, but you weren’t as scared of it as you were the first time. he tilted his head to look at you with wide, adorable eyes, his fingers still rubbing hard circles at your clit as he hummed innocently. “you’re very wet, do you know that?”

“no–no,” you managed out, shaking your head and whimpering when hyunjin laughed with his lips attached to your other boob.

you were practically being pulled into two directions, with hyunjin’s arm around your waist and jisung’s hand on your jaw. but despite that, you’ve got no strength and no willpower to stop them from having their way with you.

not only did you know you would not be able to overpower them even if you tried, but they also weren’t exactly lacking in the pleasure factor. they were making you feel good. embarrassed but very, very good, and you just wanted more of the attention.

“mmhmm, you don’t, huh?” jisung said as he reached further down to your heated cunt. “that’s okay, i’ll show you just how wet you are right now.”

with that, he slowly inserted a finger into your heat, eliciting a jerky reaction from your body. hyunjin groaned, holding your waist up when your thighs suddenly gave away as jisung shoved his middle finger in and out of you, giving you a moment of adjustment before he added his ring finger to the mix and earning an even louder moan.

pulling away from your breast because he felt as if the movement could be a little too jerky from the get-go, hyunjin looked up at jisung with not so much a frown, just a questioning gaze. catching his gaze, jisung scoffed with a click of his tongue and rolled his eyes.

“she’s gonna have to take our cocks later anyway, fingering her is literally just child’s play,” he groaned. “now take her fucking shorts off, i can’t do it properly with it restraining my hand!”

hyunjin nodded silently. he reached over and swiftly pulled your shorts down to your knees, freeing jisung’s hand and giving him more space to pull back so he could shove his fingers in full again. you threw your head back at the first full shove, and jisung found the chance to plant a kiss on your cheek, his lips trailing down to your neck as he sped up his movement.

staring with a mindful gaze, hyunjin moved forward and pushed you back against jisung, who moved down and sat on his feet with a confused look.

“keep fingering her, i just wanna see better,” hyunjin muttered as a reply as he got closer to you and grabbed your legs. he stretched them out, pushed them to your chest and spreading them wide in that position. now you sat leaning against jisung, your entire body on full display for him to see.

something about that really knocked your heart out. having your pussy being pounded into and having hyunjin stare at you with his tongue lathering over his lower lip, like he found you hot and attractive or some foreign ideas like that. with your slow mind finally registering the view, your insecurities also spiked up and you quickly slammed your legs shut, making jisung hiss at the clench around his fingers.

“hey, hey, hey. what do you think you’re doing, sweet cheeks?” jisung frowned, his hand stopping inside of you. “hyunjin just said he wanted to see better.”

“i…” you brought your hands up to each other and started pulling nervously at your finger. you didn’t want them to stop this, you just weren’t very sure about the way your body looked.

see, it was different with these two. their tight suit accentuated the frame of their bodies. jisung’s chest was prominent, hyunjin’s waist was slim, and they both had pretty bulgy arms. these two were muscular, tall, lean, and good-looking. and then there was you—the oddball of the trio; it was either too much of this or too little of that, no parts of your body were just enough.

why were these two even doing this anyway? come to think of it, did hyunjin really enjoy your breasts as much as his tongue showed to be, and did jisung really wanted to shove his fingers inside of your like that?

jisung sniffed and his brows furrowed. there was no rejection in your scent, but you smelt of a faded rose, something that used to be vibrant but was now quivering in a colorless fall. you smelt like how he felt some mornings after he was done with a human, and he stayed in the clouds to bask in the loneliness. close to heaven but not nearly close enough to taste the joy.

“there is nothing to see about me,” you quietly said, curling your body into a ball.

jisung had you just at the palm of his hands, but somehow he wasn’t sure what he should do. he looked up at hyunjin, and the boy did not return his gaze. hyunjin looked almost angry, but mind you, it wasn’t directed towards you in any way. it was directed towards the world for not letting you know how beautiful you were, and how he liked you so much more than all the others he’s met before.

the whole world is printed on your body and you don’t even know it.

he moved closer to you after a moment, his hair fell gorgeously over his face as he moved to your eye-level. you leaned back against jisung’s chest when hyunjin leaned forward, his eyes staring ablaze into yours with a reddish glow. before you could say anything about that, he leaned in and captured your lips with a desperate force.

he sucked at your lips, his hands blindly taking a hold of yours and slowly moving it down to the bulge under his pants. you gasped, your hand almost flinching away but hyunjin kept it there, leaving an imprint of his length in your head.

“you feel that, doll? you did that. your sweet scent, your beautiful body, and those lovely sounds you make did this,” he said, pressing your palm harder against his member and hissing at the feeling. then he glanced down at your cunt, finding jisung’s fingers still slug within, and he chuckled. “jisung can’t even let go of you, not to mention the boner he probably popped just seeing your back awhile ago.”

you looked up at him, your eyes wide with gentle droplets coating a glossy look over them. jisung gave hyunjin a glare before he looked down at you. his eyes softened, his free hand moving away from your waist and over to your hand where he cupped over it to give you a somewhat comforting squeeze. playfully knocking your forehead with his chin, he grumbled unwillingly under his breath.

“why, do you want to feel my dick too?” he asked.

you waited for a while, still looking up at him with blinking eyes. and hyunjin give jisung a wave of his hand. “i think she’s waiting for you, idiot.”

“i fucking know that,” jisung retorted as he removed his leg from under his weight and stretched it out so they caged your small frame between him. pulling you back and slightly onto his lap, he helped your grind your ass down on his bulging length, causing you both to release a gasp. he set you down then, his arm going around your waist as he propped his chin on your bare shoulder.

“that was like, ninety-eight percent you, two percent me and zero percent hyunjin,” he said. “just to give you some specifics.”

hyunjin couldn’t utter the string of insulting words he has prepared the second you giggled at what jisung said. he paused, the hair at the back of his neck shivering at the melodic sound that was surprisingly pleasant to hear. it was just as good those musical moans you let out a while ago, and oh, wasn’t that weird for him to feel.

smelling that you were feeling better about yourself, jisung started to move his fingers again, the weight on his chest falling off with gentle relief. you leaned back against him with an exhale then, your hand curling around the wrist of his moving hand. he was moving at a slower pace, wanting you to enjoy the bliss instead of going at a pace that urges you to come undone on his fingers.

“do you think you can open yourself for us now, sweet cheeks?” jisung whispered to you, then he snickered. “or at least hyunjin? he hasn’t gotten any action.”

“i kissed her better than you did,” hyunjin muttered with a roll of his eyes. he got down to your face level and placed his hands on your knees, testing the waters before he slowly parted them for you with a smile. “right? i did kiss you better than jisung did, huh?”

you pursed your lips, and seeing hyunjin’s smirk, jisung kind of knew what your answer was going to be. therefore, instead of letting you say it, he simply jammed a third finger into your heat so instead of speaking, all you did was moan out loud and clench around his fingers.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he huffed out, pressing his arm down on your body so your ass meets his bulge.

“okay, time’s up for you,” hyunjin, who felt slightly neglected at the side, pulled jisung’s hand away from you and tugged at your arm to get up. when you whined at the loss of penetration, hyunjin only groaned in dismay. “please, you won’t even remember how his fingers feel after i’m done with you.”

jisung stood up with furrowed brows, casually sucking the juices off his fingers as he watched hyunjin ushered you to your bed before he pushed you down. he knelt on the floor and grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the edge where he was. you gave a little squeal when he threw you legs over his shoulders and his hot breath finally fanned at your entrance.

jisung chuckled when he saw you struggle in trying to close your legs, and he approached you at the side of the bed.

“don’t fight it,” jisung mumbled with a pat to your head. “don’t worry, hyunjin won’t hurt you.”

you sighed hopelessly at him, shaking your head. “but that’s my vagi–oh my god!”

hyunjin shushed you up by licking a long stipe up your slit without a warning. your toes curled as he continued, his tongue moving up your slit and connecting at your clit before he sucked at the bud hard. your lips flapped when he flipped his tongue across your cunt, not quite poking into your hole but just enough to give you a sense of pleasure of him possibly burying his entire tongue inside.

you were grabbing at nothing, your mouth opened as whimpers and moans spilled out like a mantra. it was such a strange sensation to feel a tongue down at that private part, but like all that these two incubuses have made you feel, it was a strangeness in the best way possible. a tingly, refreshing feeling, like butterflies exploding into fireworks in your stomach, like being electrocuted but in a fluttery way; it made you senseless in the sanest way possible.

jisung watched your squirm under hyunjin’s tongue, your mouth agape and your hands struggling to find something to latch onto by pulling across your blanket. he was frowning in dismay, almost mad that the three-letter word kept leaving your lips.

oh my god, oh my god; god this, god that—ugh. his hand flew to your face, a place you came to realize he really liked to grab, and he forced you to look at his blood-red eyes.

“it’s not very nice to yell for someone else when we’re here, sweet cheeks,” he huffed out near your face, his free hand reaching down to unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants. “no amount of gods can make you feel as nice as we can.”

hyunjin hummed out a laugh, the vibration coursing through your veins and making you whine with your cheeks squished in jisung’s hand. pulling away from your cunt, hyunjin looked up at jisung with a playful smile, his tongue flicking out to lick away the liquid that dripped across his lips before he spoke, “you mean me, jisung. you’re not really doing anything.”

“you’ve been down there for, what, a whole minute now? and she still hasn’t cum yet,” jisung hummed as he pulled a face at the blond-haired boy. “and she’s already super sensitive. i wonder if that’s your inadequacy talking or–“

jisung grinned as he tightened his grip on your cheeks, feeling your muscles tightened when you let out a silent scream after hyunjin threw him a glare and quickly dove back down to poke his tongue into your tight hole. the back of your legs slammed against hyunjin at the impact, unconsciously shoving him closer to you, making the boy grunt at the feeling.

the loud and wet slurps were undeniably turning jisung on more and more, and it didn’t help that your moans were so damn loud as well. his member felt stuffed under his boxers, yearning to spring free from its confines and itching to be covered. he peered down at you with a hint of disdain in his eyes, your mouth ajar and looking awfully inviting.

you felt the loss of grip on your chin suddenly and your eyes shifted from the ceiling to jisung. you were trying really hard to pay attention to his movements, but hyunjin was making you see white with his tongue gliding against your warm walls and his nails digging into your inner-thighs. the sounds he was making were filthy, even dirtier when you realized he couldn’t possibly be obnoxiously slurping your juices up if you weren’t so submissive to his mouth.

“open up, sweet cheeks.”

jisung’s voice gained your attention quickly. you hadn’t fully regained your senses yet but you listened to his words first and turned to your side, opening your mouth for him. a thickness inserted itself to your mouth and your eyes widened in the realization that jisung has got his boxers removed. not only that, he’s got his cock stuffed between your lips, his tip brushing against the flesh of your inner-cheek.

big. was all you could think of. it was like you eating a spoonful of food after underestimating the portion and now all you could do was keep your mouth open until he was done with you.

he hissed at the feeling of your lips wrapping around his shaft. you were unable to bob your head properly, he knew, so he took it upon himself to thrust into your mouth. while that alone was arousing enough, jisung wanted more, something more than just him fucking into your mouth. looking down at you, he pressed his thumb against your cheek where his tip protruded before he grabbed the back of your head and yanked you closer to him.

you let out a muffled squeal, he sighed; that was what he wanted, just a little more stimulation.

“you gotta suck me, baby. use your damn mouth,” he said, continuing to thrust into you as his hand moved from your hair to the side of your face, his palm pressing against your cheek to pin your head to the mattress. he gently leaned his weight on his arm, his cock feeling you groan at the pressure and he grumbled slowly in pleasure.

too much. you didn’t know where your sanity begins and where it ended, really. hyunjin was still lapping at your cunt, his mouth occasionally finding the sensitive nerves and stimulating it with a hard suck. and you never knew it would feel nice to have something plopped right in your mouth like this, having your throat be brushed up against by the bitter taste of jisung’s precum as he relentlessly shoved himself into your mouth.

but the tightening pit in your stomach was gathering excessively and you felt the overwhelming need to release, to let go of it and stop straining yourself. maybe that was everything it all ended, at the surprisingly pleasant feeling all bundled up in your abdomen that hyunjin was playing a big part in coaxing you into letting go of.

“she’s close, hyunjin,” jisung grunted, feeling your teeth grazing against his shaft as you moaned around him, your hand moving to grip his wrist for support.

hyunjin knew. your legs were getting twitchier by the second and he could practically smell it from where his face was positioned at. he hummed into your core, removing one hand from your thigh and bringing two fingers into your heat while he focused on sucking and biting at your clit.

“ah–fuck,” jisung bit his lower lip when you gagged out a cry, your tongue swiping across his skin and your cheeks hollowing accidentally when you tried to breathe air into your lungs. it was all the things to push him over the edge; admittedly, he has definitely gotten better blowjobs than this before. you were awfully sloppy if anything and not in a good way.

but he liked that you sucked at it. he liked that your whimpers sounded helpless, he liked that even the smallest amount of throat action was enough to make you gag, he fucking loved that you are so damn oblivious to all that is about sex. if hyunjin wasn’t here, he really would have lost control and had his way with you since the beginning. bet he could fuck you real good like he said he would earlier, just stuffing his cock inside of you while he slammed you on any surface he could find.

“shit!” a throaty moan left jisung’s lips when you tried to pull yourself away after hyunjin poked at a certain spot inside your heat, causing you to release all over his face. he had instinctively brought his hands down to the back of your head to keep your in place, feeling your body shudder and your quick intakes of breath stimulating his dick.

hyunjin stood up from the ground, his slender finger wiping the corner of his lips where your essence stained under the glittery light. he smacked his lips, tasting last bit of your sweetness on his tongue before he raised a brow as jisung emptied down your throat, splashing his cum all over your tongue and making your cough.

jisung shifted inside you a few times to get himself comfortable, to relish in the high he just experienced before he pulled out of you, his chest heaving with sweat dripping down his forehead.

hyunjin pushed past him and knelt in front of you. you looked tired, which was a shame because they were most definitely not done with you yet, but your weak expression made his heart jump slightly with an urge to comfort.

so he let his hand move up to wipe away the tears that rolled down your eyes before it trailed down to your lips. he pressed it open, admiring the gooey whiteness slumping down your tongue and mixing with your saliva. there was quite a lot it felt almost laughable, as if jisung hasn’t orgasmed in ages and it took a virgin’s mouth to get him to spill everything.

he shut your mouth with an arch of his brows. then he whispered, “swallow it down, doll.”

you sniffed with a nod, your eyes shutting as you forced the sticky liquid down your throat. hyunjin let out a satisfied hum at the sight of your throat bobbing, he slowly rubbed your lips with his thumb before he praised quietly, “good girl.”

then he turned around to look at jisung, his eyes a complete contrast to his hand that rubbed soft circles on your temple. “that’s a heavy load, jisung,” he mused.

“yeah, why? you want some?” jisung said, moving closer to the edge of the bed where he leaned down closer to you. he exhaled quietly as his hand found your hair, he brushed gently at first before subtly grabbing a fistful of it and pulling at your scalp. “her mouth just feels exceptionally good, i’m surprised.”

“she tastes delicious as well, just in case you want to know.”

“i know, i fingered her.”

“do you two not like each other?”

the both of them turned to you, surprised that you made any sound other than the muffled ‘mmffs’ and ‘ahhs.’ you were curled up into a ball, looking up at them while still getting your head massaged softly by hyunjin. you seemed much more energetic now, albeit still trembling from your previous orgasm, which, congratulations, was your first one ever.

“none of us like each other,” jisung scoffed, letting go of your hair but not before he subtly soothed it down first. “but us two especially don’t like each other.”

“oh…” you hummed, moving your head up even higher to watch him with curious eyes. “why?”

jisung flicked his fingers against each other, his nail digging into the fleshy tip before sliding away. what the fuck was that? what the fuck did you just do? nothing, you did nothing! all you did was look up at him, genuine sparks in your eyes and a soft little question escaping your lips—no, jisung would not be thinking about it again.

hyunjin laughed at your curiosity, and he eyed you softly when you furrowed your brows at his laughter. “that is a thousand years worth of history you don’t want to dive into, doll,” he replied, running this thumb across your eyes before he sat up straighter with a low hum. “now, let’s get back on track, shall we? i believe i’ve prepped you enough, you should be able to take me.”

“she can, either way, her cunt is just gonna be tight as hell,” jisung rolled his eyes as hyunjin busied himself with fumbling with his pants.

“don’t worry, i’ll fuck her loose before i let you go in,” hyunjin retorted mindlessly as he finally slipped off his last piece of clothing. his cock sprung out, hitting against the fabric of his white shirt. he followed your wide eyes, smirking as he leaned a leg against the edge of the bed while his hand moved to guide his tip towards your face.

you opened your mouth instinctively, feeling him push himself inside and groaning at the feeling. jisung wasn’t wrong, your warm mouth did feel exceptionally nice. perhaps it was his fondness for you talking but whether he was biased in his ranking for a good blowjob didn’t quite matter.

he pulled out of you before he could lose control of himself, and he finally got onto your bed. with his hands around your torso, he hoisted you up and pulled you onto his lap.

you shivered when his tip poked against your entrance and you grabbed onto the base of his neck to steady yourself. were you scared? yes. even just then when you saw his size, you weren’t sure if his length was going to fit at all. but were you also eager to see how it would feel? definitely.

this was what you have always wanted, after all, and to have it all handed to you on a silver plate by these two was really more than you deserved to ask for.

“hey, look at me, doll,” hyunjin ran a finger against your jaw, catching your attention. “tell me and i’ll stop, okay?”

your shivery eyes glanced back into his sure ones, and for an unknown reason, you felt yourself calm you. hyunjin was holding you like no one has ever held you before, his touches delicate as ever and his skin warm as the sun. he was soft, tender, peaceful against everything his identity stands for. and you felt your heart beat slow down at his breath.

for the first time, you leaned in and kissed him first, your fingers tightening around his neck. hyunjin took that as a cue for him to continued, so he did. he eased you onto his cock, poking at your entrance and slipping himself in by pushing you down. everything went still for a millisecond before you gasped, the pain of the stretch spiking up your senses and causing you to squeal.

jisung bit his lower lip at the tears that quickly flowed down your cheeks, the ones hyunjin was kissing away as he muttered reassuring words into your ears. suppose there was one thing he admired about this blond boy was his capacity for self-control.

your aroma was stronger than ever before, your submissive moans and whimpers were loud and enticing, and hyunjin’s back muscles were tensing around the fabric of his tight shirt, indicating that it was taking him a mighty effort to slide himself fully into you because your virgin walls were tensing up with each inch, squeezing him harshly.

jisung would have shoved himself all in by this point. how hyunjin managed to be so patient and wait for you to settle on him was annoyingly admirable.

but hyunjin wasn’t doing so well himself. as jisung suspected, your walls were giving him the tensest squeeze he has experienced recently. he couldn’t even remember the last time anybody was able to clench around his cock like this even after he’s made you all wet and leaky. and you were crying his name right next to his ears, your breasts pressed up against his shirt, one he regretted not taking off earlier, as you hugged him close.

fuck, you gotta stop clenching around him! your hole made him revert to being like a damn virgin himself. he felt like he would explode within thirty seconds of pounding up into you at this rate.

“can i move–ugh, please,” hyunjin grunted, his nails digging into your hips as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. “fuck, please let me move, please. i need to fuck you.”

jisung felt his dick twitch at hyunjin’s pleads. it was pathetically hot because hyunjin had all the power to just fuck your little cunt raw but he chose not to, and now he was torturing himself by having to wait for your response. he loved hearing hyunjin in pain, and the way the demon was begging you to give him permission made him wonder just how good it felt to be engulfed by you.

was it good enough for someone with so much authority like him to beg for it?

“you–you can move, hyunjin–ahh!”

you yelped as hyunjin growled under his breath. he turned you to the side, slamming your back against the mattress before he quickly rolled his hips into yours. he bit his lower lip, trying so damn hard not to let the immense clench of your hole get to his head as he mercilessly sunk himself into your warm, delicious cunt.

shit, hyunjin wasn’t even sure if he felt glad that he was the first one to experience your sweet pussy or get disappointed at the fact that no one was smart enough to snatch you first because god—yes, he was lost in your warmth enough to think about that fucking woman—those useless humans are missing out on something absolutely god-sent.

“fuck, you’re so damn tight!” he huffed out, almost in annoyance that he was losing his cool. and his hand moved to grab a hold of your throat, roughly squeezing the air out of your lungs for the first time.

you gagged, the moans and groans being choked out of your pretty little lips. and jisung laughed.

your pussy was good enough, far too good it seemed. you’ve got soft demon hyunjin going rough on someone for once, you sweet baby cheeks.

the middle of your legs felt sore. the pain was melting away, shunted off to the back of your mind as the sensitive pleasure kicked in. and then you could feel everything—his fingers around your neck, the hair on your back brushing against the cotton mattress, your legs bent and squeezing his waist, his shaft fucking into your slippery hole. you were choking and moaning, tears dripping out of your dazed eyes and your chest heaving rapidly for air.

“hyu–hyunjin–“ you couldn’t even say his name properly anymore, he could barely hear your voice. and something about that made him so insane, he let out a strangled noise as he gripped your neck even tighter, feeling heat gathering at the base.

you wanted air, but you also wanted him to squeeze harder. the squelching sound of your cunt gradually getting more permanent as hyunjin picked up his pace even more, his eyes growing a loud shade of red when you clawed at his wrist after he hit your sweet spot. it was like pumping a balloon then, the more he rutted into you the bigger it gets until it finally burst with a final pop.

you came undone around him, your eyes shutting as your head was thrown back against your mattress. hyunjin pinned his hand on your body, not letting you squirm around as you pleased when you came around his cock. he waited until his own knot was released, lathering your walls up with his cum as he cursed and moaned in blissful abandon.

you coughed quickly when he loosened his grip, your hands flying up to cover your eyes as you cried and shivered at the intensity, feeling hyunjin’s semen coating your insides with a steamy feeling.

jisung eyed hyunjin, unsure about what he should do with you. he knew hyunjin probably wasn’t quite done with you yet, and honestly, neither was he. seeing the way hyunjin acted just now, how was he supposed to let you go without putting his cock inside you first?

“move,” he muttered as he pushed hyunjin back and leaned down to your fragile body. he placed his arms around your back and held you up, feeling you whimper at the movement. he slipped underneath you, placing your legs over his thighs and setting you down on his hardened member slightly to test the waters.

you flinched, but not away from him. it was just the aftermath of a second orgasm, which you were absolutely unfamiliar with. hell, you barely handled the first one well. jisung kissed your neck, leaving a loving trail across your shoulders before going up to your jaw.

“you did great, sweet cheeks, you did really good,” he whispered, holding you close to his chest before he looked up at hyunjin with a pointed glare. “right, hyunjin?”

the blond scoffed.

shit, was jisung being soft without guidance?

hell has been turned upside down and it took one vulnerable human and her even more sensitive pussy to do it.

moving forward to you, hyunjin nudged his nose against yours softly before he kissed you. he felt relief rush over his chest when you returned it slowly, still trying to find your voice as he licked the tears off your dry lips. when he pulled away, he touched your face with profound delicacy.

“are you okay, doll?” he asked.

you nodded, your hands moving to jisung’s arm and squeezing it. you turned around to briefly look at him, and you sniffed before you spoke, “i–i can… i can take you too, jisung. i don’t really… want to leave you with nothing.”

jisung stared at you, his cheeks jutting out with a purse of his lips. he wanted to kiss you, strangely. his instincts were telling him to kiss you, but with more affection than he knew how to show. at this point, if he doesn’t leave with an orgasm then he’d leave with an unfamiliar sensation in his chest, a swirly, floaty, featherlight warmth.

something he couldn’t describe very well but he knew he wasn’t opposed to it.

you closed your eyes when jisung leaned in to capture your lips. you could feel him lift your leg with one hand while his other arm released you and went down to position himself at your slick entrance. you felt excitement rush up your brain when he slapped his shaft against your slit before he lowered you onto him.

it was much easier for him to bottom out, and you took him to the hilt with a soft whimper this time. he was big, as you expected and experienced from when he’s got his cock up in your mouth. and you couldn’t really try and compare his with hyunjin’s, all you knew was that they both had you on the edge of sanity. the second jisung started to thrust up into you, you were gone.

he rolled his hips up while bringing you down on him, controlling each thrust where you could only moan and wait for the next poke at your g-spot. jisung was slower, not that you were complaining much when he was doing all the work for you. all you were doing was clench around his shaft, sucking him into your pussy and rubbing your walls all over him.

jisung breathed out groans with each scrap of friction. you felt good, warm and loud with both your and hyunjin’s cum, and he fucking loved the fact that he was fucking the cum right back into your hole with each snap, keeping your insides so filled and full you’d feel empty after you wash everything back out.

as he sucked colors on your shoulder, he couldn’t help but glance up at hyunjin. he smirked—oh, if only he could see his own glare right now. the way hyunjin was glaring at the hickeys being marked on your skin was immaculate and it made jisung feel so damn fucking smug, it was all he could think about.

hyunjin was envious, he marked you first, you were his first, and he’s fucking you when he did it. it really could not get better than this. god, what did he ever do to deserve this, what did he ever do to deserve your angelic form rubbing all up on him?

jisung suddenly sat up, pulling you out of him before he pressed your body down to the mattress, his hand harsh against the back of your head. your legs were weak, he knew, so he went around your tummy to hoist your ass up before he slid himself back into you easily.

you moaned against your blanket, feeling the cotton against your tongue when jisung finally picked up his pace and your walls were clamping down on his shaft again.

it was much easier to hit your spot now, you were an obnoxious, loud mess.

grabbing a fistful of your hair, jisung yanked your head up so you faced hyunjin. he looked up then, eyeing down at your head before he stared back up at hyunjin, his eyes permanently red from the way his tip brushed against your love spot.

“use her mouth, it’s great.” he pointed out with a soft laugh.

hyunjin scooted forward and grabbed your chin in his hand. jisung let go of you, his hand moving down to collect yours before he pinned them to your back, pulling at it when he wanted to. hyunjin squished your cheeks together to force your mouth open before he put his cock past your lips, an immediate groan leaving his lips at the way your voice vibrated around his hot flesh.

you couldn’t hold yourself up, it was all them. all you were doing was staying still and let the boys have it their way, and really, you weren’t complaining much about it. it felt great. hyunjin’s moans were harmonic, jisung’s cock was heavenly, and mixing the two together basically sent you off to utopia.

your darling, breakable self couldn’t take much longer, it felt.

jisung could feel your cunt squeezing and quivering, and hyunjin had a sense from the way you could barely suck at his shaft that you were nearing your third edge for the night. so jisung let himself loose and started pounding into you from behind. he pressed his face to your back, kissing the skin and feeling his cock twitch inside of your cunt when you gagged around hyunjin in a choked scream, your walls hugging around him and spilling yourself all over him.

jisung sighed against your bareback, his eyes squeezing tight as he breathed out little jittery moans here and there. he couldn’t help himself anymore, his sloppy movements into your tight little hole kicking against the pleasure knot in his abdomen before he soon had to fuck his cum back into your cunt as well, lathering your slit up with a dirty shade of white and allowing some of them to drip down your thighs.

hyunjin pulled away with a pop of your lips, finding amusement in the fact that you knew to swallow him whole without needing to be told to do so. you and jisung slumped onto the bed then, his arms unconsciously bringing you against his body as you two panted together. hyunjin stared at you both before he got off the bed and went to your desk. he pulled out two pieces of tissue before heading back to your bed.

he laid down next to you, his hand careful as they cleaned up the cum on your thighs and wiped down your pussy. jisung was running his finger softly along your skin, luring you to sleep with the ghostly touches. when the two met eyes with each other, there seemed to be a mutual understanding—they were taking care of you, and incubuses never take care of humans after they’re done.

“thank you for making me feel so nice,” you mumbled after a moment of silence, burying your head further into jisung’s chest as your eyelids tried not to drop down. “i really appreciate it.”

there it was, one of the many reasons why they felt the need to clean you up after they’re done with you. their vulnerability didn’t come from thin air, you pulled it out of them, smacked their dusty, sinful soul right out of their ribcage and they landed in the palm of your hands. it all happened before they even knew it, from all the smallest things like the way you spoke to them and the way you looked at them.

jisung bit his inner cheek, but he wasn’t able to contain the faint smile that crept up his cheek. he brought you closer to him, hugging you to lure you to sleep. but you looked up before you did, turning around to furrow your brows at hyunjin, who raised a questioning at you when you held out your hand to him.

“what, doll?” hyunjin asked, throwing the tissue away before he leaned against the edge of your bed.

“come, come sleep,” you said, waiting for him. “please?”

“you can just hug jisung,” he muttered.

“oh, please? i want you too,” you said, shaking your hand at him as jisung buried his face to your chest, playfully biting your breast and making you giggle. “i’ll hold your hand, i promise.”

softness, compassion, forgiveness—all the foreign traits of affection, unfamiliar but desired, are no longer foreign when they laid next to you.

hyunjin grabbed your hand, your soft and delicate hands, and he laid down next to you where he positioned himself close. his head leaned against yours and his arm slipped under your waist just next to jisung’s.

you held his hand for the whole night until he let go.

you jolted awake in the morning, your eyes wide and your warm blanket covering your naked body. somehow it felt like you slept for far too long, longer than you have the time to rest for. looking around, you found yourself stuck in an empty room with a warm breeze blowing in from the window and your pajamas folded neatly at the corner of your bed.

and, well, jisung and hyunjin has gone from your side.

your heart dropped. was that it? you gave away your first time and they left in the morning. as your disheartened gaze fell on your bed, you caught sight of a small slip of paper on top of your folded shirt. curiously, you reached out and grabbed it, leaning back against your pillow as you read the words written on top.

we had to report back to hell so we’ll see you later, sweet cheeks.

p.s. make sure to only summon me next time. you know my name.

“you left a note when i was busy tidying up her room?” hyunjin huffed as he shoved jisung to the side.

“yeah, why? scared she’ll take my advice and only call me up next time?” jisung teased, rolling his eyes and dodging another hit from hyunjin.

“i’m going back. it’d be suspicious if we’re gone for too long,” hyunjin said, pursing his lips and looking back at your apartment building. his heart softened at the sight of you through the window, your eyes gentle as you stared at the piece of paper in your hand.

and all he could think about was for you to call them back, back into your little room, back into your arms, back to your lips.

“cool, i have something to do,” jisung said.

hyunjin furrowed. “like what? no one is calling you this early in the morning.”

“no, just a few names i found on her phone at night when you were sleeping like a pig and she was snuggling against me,” jisung said. “her classmates, i think, the ones who made her summon lucifer. asked her if she died yet.”

hyunjin’s eyes flickered red—it wasn’t lust.

jisung smiled. he had been like that when he read those messages as well.

“you can feel free to join me in a little unfortunate fun,” jisung said.

the blond’s eyes sparked red again, and it was not lust nor anger this time. he smiled.

it was sin.

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Bucky Barnes Imagines

Chapter 1

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bucky is truly a sweetheart after sex, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to his chest will checking to see if he left any bruises on you and if he sees bruises he will apologize while pressing a soft kiss against the bruise.

Not to mention he is a little bit clingy. Not that you mind at all.

Getting a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning you up.

He will also ask if you are alright, if he hurt you, if you need a drink or something to eat, he’ll also run you a bath, though you always persuade him to join you, which he does, giving you a massage in the bathtub which then leads to sex.

He even gets you a fresh pair of undies and clothes or pj’s. B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bucky’s favourite body part of his has to be his thighs {thighs of betrayal}. He works hard on those thighs, his proud of them. You’re pretty sure he never skips leg day.

When you compliment him on his thighs he can’t help but blush and feel proud of his thighs.

When he sees you staring hungrily at his thighs he can’t help but feel proud of himself, smirking at you, as “you wanna ride my thighs don’t you doll?” he whispered seductively into your ear. Earning a moan from you while gasping out a “Yes. Please.” course Bucky would smirk even more at this.

Bucky loves all of your body, but his favourite has to be your legs.

He loves running his hands up/down your legs.

Leaving kisses on your legs.

He especially loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist/torso while you’s two are heavily making out.

He loves it when you wrap your legs around him while you’s are having sex too and more importantly when he is eating you out and you wrap your legs around the back of his neck, your thighs locking him in. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He will usually cum inside of you, when he pulls out of you he loves to watch his cum drip out of you.

He likes to cum in your mouth, seeing you swallow his cum makes him even hornier. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not really much a secret but he loves it when you ride him or his thighs and take control, he is honestly putty in your hands when you ride him. Seeing you bounce up and down/sinking onto his dick your head thrown back, and your boobs bouncing as well with your moves. While he grips either your thighs or waist or hips to steady you or hands resting on his chest. It really is captivating when you ride him.

He also loves it when you ride his thighs though that’s really not a secret…

This isn’t dirty but since there is a huge age difference/gap between the two of you, he kind of feels like you will leave him for someone who is in your age level or you will get bored of him and move on, one of the two.

His biggest fear is you leaving him and starting a family with another man a normal civilian man. He doesn’t know how bad the serum has messed him up. He can see it in your eyes that you want kids and it breaks his heart that he might not be able to give them to you. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s no secret that Bucky was a ladies man back in the 40s, so he does have plenty of experience in having sex.

But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t learned a few techniques in the Modern day.

As for how many women he has slept with in the modern day it’s only been you.

He’s still trying to learn how to get the hang of using his metal arm/fingers during sex.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Without a doubt Missionary; reasons being he loves missionary is because he wants to see your facial expressions while he is making love to you, Not to mention a lot of eye contact with each other as he thrusts into you. Also gets to see you squirm and tremble underneath him, not to mention it also gives him easy access to kiss you as well and hold you close to him while pressing some of his body weight against you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The first time you’s two had sex he has really serious and concerned, but as you’s two started having sex more often he loosened up and got goofy.

He is only serious when he is fucking you out of jealousy or anger. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t even get regular haircuts for the hair on his head, so no he doesn’t groom down there, he doesn’t really care either… I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bucky is normally rough and needy in the moment, though sometimes his touches can be gentle other times not so much.

He likes having you close to him as he thrusts into you.

He also kisses you a lot whether it’s on your lips, cheeks, your neck, the crook of your neck or the back of your neck, or your shoulders.

He will also hold your hand tightly as well.

Bucky likes to whisper sweet and dirty things into your ear as well . J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Bucky only masturbates when he is on missions or you are on missions.

He likes to masturbate in the shower or on the bed.

If it’s on the bed then he will lay back on the bed, using his hands he will slip them underneath the waistband of his jeans/or/sweats pulling them down until they were to his thighs, as well as his boxers, letting his aching member free.

He quickly grabs a hold of his shaft his metal hand grabbing his balls as he slowly starts to jerk himself off, letting out low loud grunts and groans.

He likes to take his time when he is masturbating.

Picturing yours and his last sexual encounter or you naked in general.

However, if it’s in the shower, he kind of likes to tease himself first before jerking himself off. When he does jerk himself off he uses his flesh hand to jerk himself off while resting his metal hand on the shower wall, Bucky groans, grunts and moans loudly in the shower, when he does cum he cums on the shower wall. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bucky likes to be called daddy and sir. Also has a huge praise kink as well, as well as a biting/marking and hair pulling kink, he loves to pull/tug your hair and he loves it when you pull his hair or run your fingers through his hair. Light bondage. Voyeurism, he loves to watch you pleasure yourself.

Bucky likes to roleplay a lot.

Metal arm ink; It’s not really much his kink but it is yours, god you have a huge kink for his metal arm/fingers. Though he still worries about hurting you with his metal arm. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

On the bed, he prefers to have sex on the bed since you’s two share it. Against the wall, even bent over the dresser or any surface he can find.

He definitely loves the shower, he loves pressing you against the wall as the water pours down on yours and his body.

The pool, but the last time you’s two had sex in the pool, Tony caught you’s in the act, giving you’s two a long ass lecture about how he uses the pool and so on that really dulled the mood, Bucky was about to kill him but you quickly stopped him. Though that doesn’t stop you’s from having sex in the pool again M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You, you are his motivation, whether you are wearing lingerie or some of your skin is exposed, or you wear an all too revealing dress it gets him turned on, it gets him going.

Dirty talk gets him turned on to.

Also hearing your moans, more importantly, is when you moan his name, “James.”, “Bucky.” either one or daddy, whenever you call him daddy, especially when you do it seductively it turns him on.

Bucky is competitive so whenever he wins it gets him going as well, especially if it’s against you. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Something violent, like choking and so on, he could never choke you or even think about choking you, no matter how much you beg him to choke you. He has nightmares just thinking about it. He doesn’t want to choke you to hard and kill you. He already has nightmares about the people he has killed when he was The Winter Soldier.

Also, he will never have sex with you when you are drunk.

He doesn’t like public sex either, he is very possessive he doesn’t want anyone seeing you naked. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

50/50, Bucky is a giver and receiver.

He loves giving you oral and eating you out, burying his face between your legs. When he uses his tongue and fingers at the same time it drives you over the edge.

He could eat you out all day, he loves the taste of you.

Bucky is talented at giving oral.

Staring at you as he pins your hips to the bed, as you quiver against him.

Your moans and gasps are like music to his ears.

He loves it when you tug and pull on his hair.

He loves it when you give him a blowjob the feeling of your warm and wet mouth wrapped around his cock, moving your head up and down, as your other hand cups his balls and massaging them.

He loves it, even more, when you swirl your tongue around on the tip of his dick before wrapping your mouth around his shaft.

Bucky can’t help but throw his head back, biting his lips as moans escape his mouth, his fingers raking through your hair and gripping it tightly.

He loves cumming in your mouth.

He feels guilty when you give him a blow job even though you insist you want to do it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s 50/50, depends on his mood. Some days he is fast and rough other days he is slow and sensual.

He is fast and rough when he is jealous and angry also when you’s two are having a quickie or a certain mission doesn’t go as he has planned then he will go fast and rough. Leaving marks on your neck and skin, while gripping your hips tightly leaving bruises there.

Though there are days when he is slow and sensual, normally when you’s two nearly lost each other in a mission or just some sort of insecurity or emotion, or if it’s after a romantic date, sometimes he is just randomly slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers proper sex then a quickie, you, on the other hand, prefer both a quickie and proper sex, sex is sex. Though that doesn’t mean he hates them.

Bucky likes to take his time pleasuring you, he likes to see you tremble underneath his touch, but if you want a quickie and haven’t got time for proper sex then he will happily have a quickie with you.

The only times you’s two have quickies is when you’s are horny and need of a quick fix. That’s when you’s will find an abandon conference room or supply closet or an area that no one is in and have a quickie. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Depends on the risk, the only risks you’s two have had is being late for your briefings, meetings, and missions cause yous were too busy having sex.

Bucky knows what he likes and he knows what you like.

He doesn’t like switching things up or trying new things and if he does try new things then he would definitely not try anything that would hurt you.

He likes to pleasure you, he believes sex should be about pleasuring not hurting. It hurts him to see you getting hurt on missions so experimenting is so out of the picture.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Bucky can go all night long even through early morning without getting tired sure he will sweat but he wouldn’t get tired, you, on the other hand, get exhausted about four to five rounds. That’s when he knows to stop.

The first time you’s two had sex Bucky cum after about a few thrusts, since it’s been a long time since he had sex, he felt so embarrassed about it but you reassured him that it’s fine.

Bucky got into the rhythm of lasting longer when you’s two had more sex.

Bucky gets horny again after he finishes another round of sex. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Bucky doesn’t own any toys but you do, mostly a dildo, vibrator, and handcuffs.

He’s not really keen on them either, he prefers to satisfy you using his fingers, mouth, tongue, and cock. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He knows he is a tease, though he tries to deny it and act all innocent or “I don’t know what you are talking about doll?” “What you are talking about doll?” the truth is Bucky is the biggest tease in the relationship.

He loves to tease you, he loves to watch you writhe and quiver under his touch.

His favourite place to tease you is in front of people. Especially in a meeting or briefing.

He will place his hand on your thigh and move it up, then moving to your waistband slipping his hand into your panties, his fingers rubbing against your wet core, as you bit your lip trying to stop the moans that escaped your mouth, that makes Bucky smirk.

He loves to smack your ass and whisper very explicit things in your ear while nibbling on it.

And if you are away on missions or he is or you’s are away from each other he will send you dirty messages.

Bucky loves to deny you of your orgasm too.

Before he eats you out he leaves hickeys on your thighs and inner thighs, paying attention to them than the place you want him too.

Just because he teases you doesn’t mean you don’t tease him, he gets teased just as much as he teases you. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s moans are quieter at first but they always seem to get louder.

He tries to keep it low but he can’t help but moan and groan a little too loudly.

He loves it when you moan his name and moans in general it praises/ encourages him.

He will always whisper dirty things into your ear or say it out loud.

He loves to praise you, “You feel amazing doll.” “You look so damn beautiful.” And so on. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

It’s no surprise that the other Avengers and people have caught you and Bucky in the act. But when Shuri walked in on you’s two having sex it was the last thing she wanted to walk in on.

Bucky put his hand against your mouth, muffling the moans you were making as he thrusted into you again, pressing you closer to his body as he bounced you up and down.

“Sh doll, you have to be quite.” he whispered against your ear, making you let out a whimper, though his hand muffled the sound. You couldn’t help it you haven’t seen him in a while a long time, with you doing missions and him living in Wakanda, so when you visited him all the built up sexual frustration finally exploded. Plus it didn’t help that Bucky kept looking at you like he wanted to fuck you, licking his lips and eyeing your body up and down, basically eye fucking you.

Bucky let his hand slip from your mouth, replacing it with his mouth inside.

You felt your orgasm arise, Bucky let out a moan against your mouth, his hand grabbing the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

“Y/n, I can’t believe you come here and didn’t come to me first…” Shuri spoke, entering the hut that Bucky has living in, not that you and Bucky heard her.

Her happy expression dropped into a horrified one, she was about to something but instead let out a gasp.

“Oh my god.” Shuri squeaked out, making you and Bucky pull away from each other horrified expressions on your faces, you quickly scrambled off of him.

Bucky shielded you from her view hurryingly finding the blanket on the ground and handing it to you.

Shuri quickly turned around and walked out.

“I can never get that image out of my head.” She basically yelled, as you quickly put your clothes back on.

“Well, that ruined the moment.” Bucky sighed, putting his clothes back on.

“Shuri…wait…” you shouted after her, chasing after her, while Bucky let out a groan. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Bucky is pretty thick and big. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Bucky has a very high yearning, it’s pretty high when he is around you, then he can’t help but be horny. You’s two have sex almost every day when you’s are around each other.

His sex drive is only high when he is around you.

However, if he is on a mission then it’s not that high, he masturbates when he is on a mission and he is horny for your touch. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bucky doesn’t fall asleep right away, in fact, he has a hard time falling asleep in general with nightmares and PTSD he prefers to watch you sleep for a while{in a non-creepy way of course}. Holding you close to his chest, as you rest your head on his chest. Massaging your back.

The sound of your breathing and heartbeat lures him into sleep, it always seems to calm him.

Bucky likes to confess his fears and feelings to you when you are passed out, playing with your hair while he talks.

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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Their Doll 7

Helping Hand

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: Bucky helps y/n in more ways than one

Warnings: talk about sex kinda

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Training with the soldier wasn't all bad, really. I mean sure, being knocked on my ass every five minutes when we sparred was hell, but there were other aspects too. HYDRA basically made the soldier train me into being their own personal assassin.

Today, it was knife-throwing. One of the few skill I already had - after all, being left in boredom for a whole year led me to experiment and find something new. I was self taught, not very good, but I knew the basics.

I walked up to the target carefully, eyes wide at I watch the soldier throw a knife that pierced through the handle of a blade that was already embedded in the bullseye. I shook off the shock, focusing on my own target as I walked up to it. Lifting a knife out of the belt I wore, I angled it at the target - keeping my wrist slightly loose - and threw. Fuck. Landed in the third ring out from the bullseye.

Again. I threw, wrist loose, and a similar outcome. As I lined up for a third throw, I felt a hand on my right shoulder, stopping me. I looked up, eyes piercing into the soldier's as his averted from me, to the blade in my hand, to the target.

My breathing became heavy, laboured, as he made his way around me, the soldier positioning himself behind me. His hands ran down my arms, resting either side of my wait - one radiating heat, the other cold and making my flinch slightly when it came into contact with the exposed skin from where my shirt had ridden up slightly. He used this grip to correct my stance, remaining behind me and grabbing my wrists to move them into the right position. His hot breath on the back of my neck was making me unfocused, intoxicated.

"Loosen your wrist." He said lowly, "more. It's all about the flick of your wrist." He explained, waiting for me to be ready. "Good. Now, release on your exhale." He breathed.

I took a deep breath in, letting the small blade loose on my exhale, eyes trained to the flash of silver as it flew through the air. Just to the left of the bullseye.

"Good. Try again." So I did, landing a fraction closer to the black dot in the centre of the target. "Good girl." The soldier remarked, the praise sending an odd tingle through me. I could practically hear his smile as he spoke, but before I could respond, his warmth from my body was gone - the soldier back at his own target one again.

...

I stood in the shower room, back bare and bloody still after I had managed to stagger from the whipping room. I stood with my back to the mirror as I looked over my shoulder, wincing every time the small towel touched any of the wounds.

Today's punishment had been unusually brutal, with the whip cracking down on my back in the same two places for every lashing. As a result, two long gashes spanned widthways diagonally across my upper and lower back, oozing crimson tauntingly as tear stained my already reddened cheeks.

I huffed out a frustrated sigh, turning back around to wash the blood from my once-white towel. Steam clouded the edges of the mirror and I could hear a steady stream of water coming from behind one of the curtains, meaning the the Soldier was probably washing after our training session.

In my efforts to get my towel as close to it's original colour, I was completely oblivious when the stream of water cut out and the stained-white curtain ripped back - the rings making a horrible noise against the metal rail. My eyes slowly drifted up to my own reflection staring back at myself, a grimace forming on my face at the sight.

Harsh, purple and green bruises decorated my right jaw, a small cut split across my left cheekbone and a now-drying cluster of blood was dripping down my forehead and tangling with my sweat-crusted hair. I tentatively reached up with one hand, running my fingers so lightly over the bruise on my cheek you'd barely know I'd touched it if I hadn't been for the whimper that escaped my lips.

A movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention, my eyes drifting to the side to see the soldier looking intently at my back in the mirror. I swallowed deeply, dropping the water-clad towel into the sink without looking away from the soldier. I suddenly felt hit, with his eyes burning into me, and tried to make a move to leave. But his hands on my waist stopped me, kept me in place.

"This is how they're punishing you?" The soldiers husked deeply beside my ear, and I nodded meekly. What he did next I didn't expect in a thousand lifetimes, but the soldier reached around me and pulled open the cupboard beside my head before pulling out a role of bandages.

We stood in silence as he dressed my wounds, my eyes never leaving the mirror as I gazed at his focus expression. He looked different to how he did when he fought, calmer, tranquil even. He didn't look like a killing machine, like a lackey of HYDRA, no. He looked more like a vulnerable boy who had been forced into something he didn't want, but with no choice other than to do as he'd been told. Neither of us said a word every time I flinched or let out little yelps and winces of pain, his eyes only drifted to mine in the steamed mirror and only left when I'd give him a small nod, a signal to continue.

When he'd finished he stepped away, using a soft grip on my hips to turn me around. He gave me a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. I returned it, but gasped sharply as he lifted my up and placed me atop the counter beside the sink. He picked up the sodden towel and run it out until it only remained damp and carefully lifted it to my forehead, cautiously and gently rubbing the wound there clean, until only a small cut on my hair line remained.

As his attention shifted to the cut on my cheekbone, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down his toned torso, over his abs and to his v-line which disappeared beneath the towel he had wrapped around his waist. When my eyes trailed up again, the couldn't help but observe the mess of scars at the base of his metal arm - where it was connected to his shoulder.

"I know it isn't pretty, but at least I have an arm." The soldier remarked, dropping the little towel in his hand back into the sink and looking into my eyes. I quickly averted my gaze from his body, cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of getting caught. He smirked slightly, using one of his fingers to tip my chin upwards so I had no choice but to look in his eyes.

It wasn't a rough, power-asserting position like it was intended to be when the general did it. No, it was soft, endearing and I couldn't get enough of him. The soldier used his metal hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, a shiver finding my when the cold metal came into contact with my skin.

"Thank you." I murmured, eyes flirting between his own and his lips. The soldier's were seemingly doing the same. My overwhelming urge to kiss him was quelled when his lips came into contact with mine, dominating but not hard. His lips were plump, yet chapped - I mean how could you expect any less, it's not like the Winter Soldier was going to think about putting some lip balm on. I sat there, dumbfounded, unmoving. My eyes clenched shut at my hands brushed lightly up his arms before settling on his shoulders.

He pulled away all to soon. His smile seemed more genuine, touching his eyes slightly as his lips curled upwards. I was sure I was grinning like an idiot, but I couldn't find it in myself to care as my eyes because mesmerised with his own, now blown wider with lust so only a small ring of cerulean blue rimmed his pupils. That was not the only evidence of his arousal though, as I could feel the other give away poking at my thigh. The towel around his waist did nothing to hide it, and my eyes widened slightly when I registered how big it must be.

Sensing this, the soldier's smirk grew, and he leant in slowly to capture my lips in one last, gentle kiss, before he was retreating from the room. The sound of the metal door swinging shut made me snap out of my hazy daydream trance and come back to reality, the pain throbbing from my back now in full focus as I hopped down from the counter with a groan.

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cheeriecherry · 4 years ago

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I saw ur dating headcanons and they were really sweet, so what about //checks notes// All Might, Hawk, and Tamaki? i am but a simp

Ur darn tootin’ I can I can’t believe I just typed that Anyways, headcanons requests are open!

All Might|Yagi Toshinori

-An actual ray of sunshine, love is stored in the Toshinori. For real though, he’s such a good boyfriend??? He genuinely cares about you and wants to support you however he can and would probably bring you the moon if it made you happy.

-So you guys probably met either as both heroes, or both as civilians. I think he’d be too worried about openly dating a civilian as All Might, but if you were a hero he’d be a little more okay with it, since you can obviously take care of yourself. But if you met him as Toshinori and not as All Might, that would be the best case scenario.

-However you guys meet, he’s probably really drawn to you at first, maybe not even romantically, just interested in you as a person. So he makes small talk to test the waters, see if you’re into the potential of a friendship, and you guys end up hitting it off!

-You probably don’t get to hang out very much, what with him being a teacher and living on the Yuuei campus, and you being a pro with your own busy work life. So you guys exchange phone numbers and keep in contact that way! He prefers to actually talk to you over the phone, but if you’re not feeling up to it he’ll settle for texting.

-Send him memes and watch his confusion as he tries to figure out what the hell the image means. He loves his kids, but he’s really not in with the young crowd XD

-Like doing relaxing activities with you, like walks in the park, private dinners and lunches, and corny shit like getting dressed up and slow dancing in your living room. He really is a huge sap, and values the time you have together.

-He gets down on himself sometimes, blames himself for a lot of things, so give him gentle affirmations and kind words. Tell him what you like about him, how he makes you feel, how you appreciate him, stuff like that! And if he’s still sad, then lay the logic on him, give him facts and truths that he can’t deny. It might not solve the problem right away, but he’ll at least appreciate your efforts.

-He loves you so much tho, like damn. He is absolutely your number one fan, biggest simp on the block. All you have to do is look at him and he turns into a pile of mush, you just make him happy, and help him feel at peace.

-He loves cuddling, too. In public, hell yeah he’s gonna hold ur hand, and kiss your cheek, and hug you close. But in private is really where it’s at. He becomes an octopus, pressing up against you and wrapping you up in his arms. He likes feeling you so close to him, feeling the warmth from your body and the best of your heart.

-If u guys are snuggled up somewhere and you stat playing with his hair, he’s gonna turn into a cat. His eyes fall shut and he just lays there in bliss.

-As sweet as he is, it can also backfire. He’s a worrier by nature, so whenever you’re not around, or you’re not answering your phone, his mind immediately jumps to ‘did they get hurt’. Even if 99% of the time you’re just busy or on patrol or something, he’s still gonna stress. His job hasn’t really been to kind to him in that aspect, and he’s learned to always be looking over his shoulder.

-The tried and true way to calm him down is to give him a lil kiss, on the forehead, on the cheek, on the back of his hand, all over his face, you name it. It never fails to make him smile.

-His kisses tho. What a way to make you melt. You can feel the love he has for you poured into every kiss, whether its a small peck, or a more heated make out. The way he holds your face is so gentle, as if you’re the most precious thing in the world to him. Which, well, you kind of are.

-He’s a good guy though, and his love for you is immeasurable. He requires a lot of verbal affirmations and soft touches, and he always returns them tenfold. He’s willing to help you out with work cases if you need it, and supports you in all your escapades. He’s funny, and charming, and sweet, and absolutely loyal to you. Please be gentle with his heart.

Hawks|Takami Keigo

-This mf.

-Dating him is both a really good idea, and a really bad idea. He’s young, he’s famous, he’s on a lot of people’s shit lists. Dating him would without a doubt put you in danger at some point. That being said, once you actually get him to open up, he’s kind and funny and smart and loyal.

-Something I think he’d really like in a person is genuineness and honesty. Not necessarily wearing your heart on your sleeve, but a willingness to open up once you trust him. He likes knowing things about you, your hobbies and interests and dislikes, the way you like your eggs, what you take in your coffee, mundane stuff like that. He never really gets to know people on a deeper level, so it’s something he enjoys with you.

-It would probably take a long time of knowing him before you started dating. He’d want to get to know you as a friend first, know that you wouldn’t just be using him for popularity. Plus he’d want to trust you some before he starts baring his heart to you, because despite his persona, he has a lot of troubles and shit he’s hidden away.

-Don’t push him to open up, though. That’s the fastest way to get him to clam up. Instead let him know that you’re there for him, both with words and actions. If you tell him you’re gonna do something, then make sure you do it. Not only will he be proud of your accomplishments, but he’ll gradually learn that he can trust your word.

-It might also help him be more comfy opening up if you also let him in on your more private life. Tell him about things that have scared you in the past, or done harm to you, events, people, whatever you’re willing to let him in on. He’s not gonna tell anyone unless you ask him to, though he will later joke about wanting to kick the asses of the people who’ve hurt you.

-He’s hella protective of you. Not possessive, he wants you to be able to do your own thing and maintain your own life, but if anyone dares hurt a hair on your head then he’s going to hunt them down. He makes that fact pretty clear to the public.

-He will try and convince you to take precautions about your safety, because of his job. Like moving in with him as soon as you’re ready, making sure someone always knows where you’re planning to be in case something happens, stuff like that. If he ever gets a little to suffocating, let him know and be up front about it. He’ll sulk for a while, but he’ll do his best to trust you on the matter.

-This guy is also touch starved as fuck. Like, god when was the last time someone held him. Some please hold him.

-He won’t always ask for physical affection, beyond some hugs and cuddles in bed, so it’s up to you to read his body language and know when he needs it. If he looks even slightly stressed or like there’s a crack in his facade, lay down on the couch, hold him against your chest, and pet his hair until the tension eases out of his body.

-Once he’s all nice and mellow, he’ll perk up a little and stretch up for a kiss. It probably starts small and then escalates to something more, because let’s be real here, his desire for physical touch absolutely carries over to kissing. He can’t get enough of you, and probably tries to kiss you even at the most inopportune times.

-The first time he showed you his true colours, he ended up crying in your arms until he fell asleep. He tried to apologize for it later probably, but you better shut that shit down and reinforce the fact that he is a person and not an object and that he has feelings and needs and that he’s allowed to be sad and angry and scared.

-If he’s shown you all of himself, then that’s it for him. You’re it for him. You’re his person, and he’s never going to love someone else the way he loves you. After he decides this, expect his affection to quadruple.

-He’ll bring you trinkets that made him think of you, odds and ends for whatever you collect, pretty clothes, fancy food, you name it. Nothing is too expensive for him, even if you scold him for being too lavish sometimes.

-Will take you to every event that he’s allowed to, and will proudly show you off to everyone you meet, even if they already know who you are. He’ll be close by you the whole night, with your shoulders bumping or a hand on the small of your back. He just really loves being near you.

-If it’s a fancy event that he takes you to, like a gala or smth, then you bet your ass he’s gonna dance with you all night long. Screw socializing with other people, you’re all dolled up and looking fiiiine asf, all his attention is on you. And honestly it’s pretty romantic, just swaying with him while he holds you close, foreheads touching, whispering quiet nothings to each other. The tabloids probably get some really good shots of you guys making gooey eyes at each other.

-A good asf boyfriend. Hard egg to crack, but once he lets you into his heart, he’s squishy and really a nice person. He overworks and hides his stress well, but once he trusts you he’ll let you help with that. He’s protective and soft just for you, and probably the most loyal of the bunch (which is saying a lot). Good for cuddling and hanging out with, and all your dates are fun because he hasn’t had the chance to do a lot of leisure things, which is a little sad, but it also means you get to see the way his eyes light up when he tries something new.

Suneater|Amajiki Tamaki

-Okay I relate to this guy the most in terms of personality. I, too, am an anxious mess. But I digress, you’re here for him, not me XD Anyways. You’re going to have to be the one to ask him out, hands down. Unless he’s 100% certain about your feelings, it’s gonna be you.

-And you’ll want to get to know him as a friend first, otherwise he’ll turn you down. Slow, small steps are a friend to anxiety, so you have to work your way up. Spend time getting to know him in all aspects of his life. Take in interest in things he likes, show that you pay attention to him, ask for advice about things, that sort of stuff. Show him that you trust him and respect his opinions, it’ll help him to trust you and yours.

-He’s shy as hell when you first start dating. Like, he almost stops breathing at the thought of holding your hand, never mind kissing you. Again, you’ll have to be the one to initiate, but please do it somewhere private or less populated. Always make sure to give him an out if he gets uncomfortable.

-Once you do manage to get to the kissing stage, though, I think he’d actually be the one to ask you for it. It would probably be weighing on his mind for days, so much so that he’s more distracted than usual, and you take notice. If you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll deflate and quietly admit that he can’t stop thinking about you, and then he’ll turn bright red.

-Reassure him that you’re into it and that you feel the same way, and that kiss is gonna happen.

-His kisses are really sweet and soft, the kind of kiss that just turns your heart into a puddle and makes your stomach flutter. And the more you do it, the more confident he gets. He might even be able to eventually work up to kissing you before class in the hallway, or in passing at the dorms.

-Behind closed doors, he’s a lot more bold. He definitely likes for you to take the lead with things, but when it’s just the two of you he’s not so shy about his desire to be close to you, and has no qualms about laying down beside you and holding you close, or resting his head on your thigh while you study.

-Please touch him regularly, a hand on his shoulder here, a gentle nudge there. He likes your touch, and he likes how gentle and non abrasive you are.

-Dates will almost always be chill. Mundane things like walks on the beach, trips to the zoo, a night in with home made dinner and a movie, soft shit like that is his jam.

-He’s also surprisingly protective of you, even though he knows you can hold your own. He wants to make sure that you never have to face anything by yourself, though, since everyone is stronger when they’re not alone. You make him stronger, so he wants to return the favour.

-That being said, if he’s watching you train then he’s not going to jump in and help, he knows you need to practice. He’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines instead! Very quietly, but you can see in his smile the pride he has for you.

-A good boi, a very good boi. He’s sweet and gentle, caring, and though he gets hella anxious sometimes, he’s always gonna do his best to be there for you, and be someone worth your time (even tho he’s already worth your time as he is). He’ll support you and listen to you, and help you solve problems if you have them, and if you’re just feeling shitty about something then he’ll cuddle the crap out of you. He’s strong in his own way, and you know that he tries so hard, so make sure to tell him how much you appreciate his efforts!

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theodora3022 · 4 years ago

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Blue Burn Salvation

Pairing: Dabi x F!reader

Request: Do you think Dabi would steal his horrible father’s little sweet thing out of spite, but decides to keep her because she is so lovely?

Summary: When you picture your hero, a villain like Dabi does not come to mind at all. But he did save you nonetheless, and your hero demands compensation.

Notes: So this is a lot softer then intended, but I hope you still enjoy them! This is the first time I wrote him, so hopefully it’s not too ooc...

Previous part can be found here!

Warnings: Implied dub-con, implied breeding kink, general yandere content

When Dabi hear his father had taken a new young fiancée, he assumed that she is just a gold digger, marrying the old man for his reputation and fortune. Heck, you are the same age as Shoto! Girls these days would do anything for some cash.

Until he saw on the news how uncomfortable you are, how you want to stay away from that horrible man as far as possible. The way you put on a faux smile made him realize there is more to you then Endeavor’s latest trophy.

It was just a normal day for you. Well, as normal as it could be when you are forced to serve as a pet to the No.1 hero. Breakfast needs to be ready at seven, goodbye kisses are obligatory. Not to mention the usual ass grabbing and occasion strokes on your breasts. Even though Enji promised you would stay a virgin until the wedding night and you slept in a separate bed, it appears he is willing to do everything else. Then all you can do for the day is watch the household staff doing their jobs, reading books approved by him to kill time. It could be worse, because the big man told you he expects a few good children out of you once you are wed officially.

From the day you were brought to this now empty mansion, Enji had put a silver-looking bracelet on your wrist. “Not that I don’t trust you, just in case something happens to you, this could help me locate you.” It also restricts your quirk, unable to communicate with plants anymore, crap.

You were in the greenhouse, tending to the daisies when the villain shown himself. Even though your quirk is restricted, it also gives you a chance to experience gardening in a traditional aspect.

“If you are here to kill him, he is not here.” Taking a glance at the infamous murderer, you quickly turned your attention back to the flowers. “He should come back around six, wait around.”

But Dabi would not stand this behaviour. Have you settled into the role of a submissive little wife so easily? The last time he seen you in person you were fighting him fiercely, roses with sharp thorns that can sting.

“How about we make a deal, doll?” An idea is starting to form in Dabi’s head, a wicked one indeed. This can both get to his father and let him have some fun too. Although he hates the man with very being, Dabi had to admit the flame man got some great taste in women, both his mother and now you. “I’ll get you out of this prison, give you a new life away from him.”

“Are you sure you are a villain? You sound rather chivalrous to me.” You tease, stood up from the flowerbeds to face him. “Come to save a damsel in distress, how very nice of you.” Brushing a leaf off his shoulder, you point to the bracelet on your wrist: “As long as you can get this awful thing off me, I will consider your offer.”

He shook his head. “What kind of fool do you take me for, sweet doll? Flattery would get you nowhere. A hero like you can easily get out once you got your quirk back.” Grabbing your chin swiftly, the other hand wrap around your waist, locking you close to his chest before you can say anything more.

“How does he like to take you? From behind or in the front?”

You turned scarlet red, almost wanting to punch his nose, but your senses told you this could be your only chance to get out. “Does it matter?”

“Why, yes. I can do it way better then him, you know.” How you look so flustered is breathtaking, and how you squirm from him is just pathetically lovely. If he can, Dabi wants to take you here and now.

You shook you head, unwilling to meet his eyes. “We...haven’t done it yet. He promised to wait until the wedding night.”

So you are telling him the old bastard have some humanity left in him? Understandable, with a cute little treat such as yourself, even the ruthless arsonist feels tempted to say yes to your every demand.

Feeling him lean close, you close your eyes, letting him get a down payment for his offer. If kissing villains is what you have to do to get away, you are willing to deal with it.

But instead those lips landed on your neck, roughly sucking your soft skin as you hiss in pain. You know it is going to leave a bruise, and that would make Endeavor furious. He already fired one male servant who only had just been a little too friendly with you, things like this make you want to just bury yourself under the tulips.

“I’ll get you out of here, and in return, you will join our cause. You are too fine to just be a breeding bitch for that man. So, do we have a deal?” He is close, too close that his breath is fanning your face, eyelashes brushing yours. Those turquoise eyes, almost identical to the flame hero’s--

Judging from your hesitate state, Dabi figured that you still have doubts about becoming a villain. “What, do you think Endeavor would give up this easily? He would hunt you down and tow you back here, and he will be less compromising.”

“Fine, Dabi. You got yourself a deal. Now please get me out of this damned thing.”

Melting the metal hoop is a breeze, and you were so delighted. I am doing this for my own selfish gain, Dabi reminded himself harshly, I am not helping her.

By the time Endeavor notices you are missing, you were already laughing with Toga in their hideout, braiding her hair into a nice fishtail as you made fun of the old man. Dabi is glad that you are getting along with the unhinged girl, that means the transition would be easy!

But at nighttime, you were pushed onto a soft mattress while Dabi started to peel off your red dress. “Dabi—I don’t think—”

“You betrayed him so easily, I had to made sure you don’t do the same to me, right doll?” Leaving a light bite on your collarbone, he seems to be enjoying your struggles. “And what’s a better way to make a woman stay then a child?”

This seem to be bigger mess compare to the last. That is what you get for making deals with the devil, you suppose. At least he is close to age, not like Enji who is about your father’s age.

“If you insist, but please be gentle.”You mentally prepare to just grin and bear it, as this is what his deserved.

“No promises, Doll. You’re too delicious to let me hold back.”

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dreamties · 4 years ago

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Slashers W/ a Soft Pastel S/O

A/n - So this one actually wasn’t requested, I just thought it would be super cute. And what I mean by “Soft Pastel”, I mean being into soft/pastel/kawaii fashion, I just didn’t know how to phrase it. Since there’s so many subcultures.

Trigger Warning: Slight Cursing (I say f*ck)

Also- these are gender neutral, but a few describe you in skirts/dresses, so if you’re not comfy with that, just skip that part or the whole thing?? :/

I might do more like this for other types of alternative fashion- like punk or something? Or a S/O who has a lot of body mods, I think it would be fun.

Characters: Billy/Stu, The Lost Boys, Helen Lyle, Daniel Robitaille/Candyman, Brahms Heelshire, and Amanda Young.

I didn’t add Michael Myers, but can do so if y’all want it. I just think he’d be very indifferent about it...didn’t think that would be very fun to read.

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

Stu would be the most like into your outfits

Billy? Not so much. he just thinks you look cute in everything.

but if you did more guro-kawaii looks? they would both be all over that shit.

it combines more of the grotesque in with the cute- which is just perfect for the boys. they get to see you dawned in all sorts of blood, guts/gore, bandage patterns/aesthetics.

and maybe even tying in different monster-ish elements.

like wearing funky white or other unnatural colored contacts, really intense makeup(especially around the eyes), and fuck it, maybe you’re wearing faux demon horns.

I think they’d find it kinda hot. if we’re being perfectly honest here.

Now- would you able to get them into it as well?

Stu will ask you, with excitement reverberating throughout out his body and his voice. of course he want’s to at least try it!

so many clips in Stu’s hair. you haven’t even had that many in your hair before!

he may also wear rings sometimes. he thinks all the colors and designs are just so fun!

and on the other hand...

Billy, the guy that basically wore the same outfit for an entire movie? who’s closet only contains jeans and white t-shirts? trying out your style? i don’t think so lol

if you do- somehow- get him to try...

then you might have pressured him into it a bit? very jokingly, of course.

“C’mon, humor me, babe. Stu’s already dressed and everything!” You try giving him puppy eyes to seal the deal.

“Fine!” Billy says, grabbing the garment and a few clips from your hands. He shuts the door too harshly behind him.

A short silence is shared, before you and Stu burst out laughing. “Do you think he’s mad at us?” You’re hardly able to get it out. Of course he was, but in his own odd way appreciated this adventure.

He comes back a moment later, his white t-shirt replaced with a pastel red one, an especially gory character printed on the front. and a red clip barely hanging on to one of the side pieces of hair in front of his face. You try to suppress a giggle at Billy’s messily put together look.

for the love of gosh- don’t actually laugh when he appears. he is very outside of his comfort zone, and he’s only doing this because he loves you and Stu, and just,, don’t add this to his list of reasons not to try new things.

whatever your reaction ends up being, you’re absolutely obligated to tell them how attractive they look in it(even Billy who looks hella dorky).

(my art)

The Lost Boys

the comparison between their dark, punk-ish style and then the sweet baby pinks and blues, and soft lavenders that adorned your form??

it’s just too sweet.

they are completely enamored by your style- even if certain vampires (and I’m not naming any names, but I definitely mean David) may not show his love for your look as openly

Marko- he’d get one cutesy patch for his jacket, so he has like a little piece of you everywhere he goes. also...he genuinely ended up really digging your style? but not enough to abandon his punk look completely. he is still totally dedicated to that.

the other boys will absolutely mess with him about the patch though

all in good fun!

David’s not letting you near his hair with any extra clips or accessories.

Dwayne enjoys the quiet intimacy shared between the two of you. just sitting together, you might be styling his hair( super loose ponytail or braid- admit it, it would be so cute! and helpful so his hair isn’t always in his face!)...anyways, you’d use a colorful hair tie, and a few clips to help pin back his hair.

he probably won’t go out with the clips in, but if it’s just the five of you at the cave? he’ll keep it in until it’s time to sleep.

he loves seeing how happy and accomplished you look after finishing with his hair tho.

Paul is hands down the most likely to get into the whole look and go out in public with it on.

makeup? hell yeah. it won’t be as intense as yours, and he probably only does the eyes and maybe some shine. sparkly vampire time

hair accessories? all of them

would try combining his look with yours, to have a perfect mess of it.

a light, light blue mesh top, slightly darker blue jacket(with slight accents in pink, purple, white or black), and his usual sort of white jeans(?) would still look great with it. he’s absolutely rocking that look.

you are ecstatic to finally have someone else to share your passion with! (much harder to find similar folks when you’re a vampire,,)

Helen Lyle

she’s so used to the plain life around her, and she’d been living before you- you were such a breath of fresh air.

of course, you’re darling personality also drew her into you- but your fashion sense? it fascinated her.

she’s not trying it herself anytime soon, but she appreciates the fact that you enjoy it.

the most she would ever try is a very natural makeup look. and a coat or two of a pastel color of her choice.

she would love watching you get ready. not so much help out though- she just likes seeing the way you approach things. how you choose to pair certain pieces with one another.

she’ll ask questions to better understand your interests! not that it’s weird or wrong that you’re into it, she’s just a very inquisitive person.

you’d wear a lot of blue though- because you know Helen likes that color.

imagine wearing coordinated looks for different events and such. so, when you go with Helen to help out with her Candyman thesis, you might wear candy-themed attire. (of course in this universe,, she wouldn’t die! so no worries of that! you get to keep you’re gf).

if you do gift her something, she keeps it on her bedside table(or dresser). so she can still admire it, and still serves a purpose. fun décor!

all around though- Helen would be very chill, but captivated, about you’re interests.

Daniel Robitaille - Candyman

his life is so dark and gruesome, and he loves seeing you all dressed up.

and while he’s dead- long dead- and isn’t really apart of the world in the same sense that you are- it gives him this happy sense of hope for the world.

because there’s this very small thing, that you hold close to your heart, that makes you smile.

Also!!

even if they’re apart of a super awful, traumatic, part of his past- the bees are just a part of the family now.

so cute yellow/spring/bee themed outfits?? yes. ohh definitely, yes.

As for him dressing up? He’d feel hesitant.

he’s filled with immense joy around you, but is almost scared with someone altering part of his attire or self in any way(rooted back to, again, past stuff).

but part of loving is to take the person as a whole, bad parts, good parts- insecurities- the entire package. and trusting one another.

he has his whole faith in you not to do anything bad.

and so, it becomes a habit for the two of you to spend mornings together, chatting and getting ready. well, you’re getting ready, it’s more for the quality time together for him.

things are little different for Daniel. for many reasons.

one, he has very short hair. so the clips don’t really work there..

two- he only has one hand, and he’s “working” a lot with the appendages he does have. rings won’t work out because they might fall off- and he’d hate to lose something of yours.

three- he’s not a big makeup fan. he’s happy enough watching you put it on.

and then for his actual attire- he needs the coat to cover his insides. it’s also, in a way, his uniform.

you’ve settled on two things.

making homemade necklaces that can easily hide under his big coat (either sweets or honey/bee themed).

and sewing little patterns on the inside of his coat. other’s wouldn’t be able to see it, but he would know it’s there.

Brahms Heelshire

imagine being super into sorta ‘sweet lolita’, pastel/soft colors, bows, the big skirts, all the sorta ruffles(?)

and then especially if your shorter than Brahms(which is really,, not hard to do unless you’re insanely tall cause he’s,, 6 foot 3.)- and he thinks you look like such a doll?

but like,, in a nice way.

I think he’d get pretty excited if he got to help you set up your outfits!

especially if you praised him for picking out a good combo, or organizing correctly.

and some of Brahms movements are a bit awkward, he’s spent most of his life in the walls and the attic...but imagine turning on his music, and just dancing with him. having him twirl you in his arms a few times.

Brahms loves having your hands through his hair. and if hair accessories means he gets more of that love and attention? then yes,, yes he will wear them.

he just likes feeling taken care of, and along with your usual duties, you help him figure out the soft fashion styles, and how to make it more appealing and suitable for his own tastes.

because- as you insist- you want it to be something he enjoys just because he does, and not just for the closeness. though you can’t deny you love that aspect, too.

i can tell you one thing right here, though. you’re never getting makeup on him. he does not like taking off his mask, even if you’ve been in a relationship with him for a while, he still hides his face a lot.

you’d offered to do his makeup once, since he was staring so intently as you did yours. you’d made the mistake of reaching for his mask. you’d usually ask before doing so, but sometimes you’d slip up.

You apologize profusely, offering your arms out to him for a hug. “There, there, Brahms.” You smile, giving him a slight squeeze of affection.

he does take your stuff sometimes.

it’s a little annoying when you think you’ve lost your favorite accessory or dress or etc and then you just realize,, oh, it’s my favorite wall boy again. thank gosh you love him, so you’re not really upset or anything.

he just likes having little reminders of you, it gives him reassurance. upon other warm and fuzzy feelings.

if you’re able to find time in your day though, you’ll make cute little trinkets or bracelets for him. you’ll gift them or purposely leave them out for him- so you’ll still have some of your stuff when it comes to getting ready the next day.

in short- he’d much rather look at you than partake on his own.

Amanda Young

she’s never seen anything like this! :0

everyone she knows, herself included, tend to wear more dulled, plain clothes.

she’s immediately very intrigued by your attire...sort of want’s to try it, but is a bit self conscious and embarrassed to ask.

So!! you start out with small things, and fairly early on you both realize that she loves when you decorate her hair with accessories.

gifting Amanda a pair of little pig clips!!

or little stud earrings- those would be fricking adorable on her!

and she’s just so happy,, wtf

you dress mostly for yourself, but the more you’re in a relationship with your gf- the more you want to dress for her as well.

you can see this little sparkle in her eye when she sees you, and you want to keep seeing that look for as long as you can.

you slowly get her into it. your relationship and Amanda’s interest in your style just gives her so much light in an otherwise dim world.

if she did get into it, I think she’d do more creepy/cute. as a way to sort of cope with past trauma. that this sort of “bad” thing (the creepy) can still coexist with the good (the cute). she admires that quality.

just very sweet partners, who happen to love similar types of fashion

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