#i want to bury it under a rock and forget it but i fucking cant

[noosesurroundsme]

I want to cry and I want to die

[termagax]

i dont think hogs self aware enough about his own issues either but i do think hes more on the level vis a vis "what makes this guy worth it". theyre funny. he owes it to them. hes tried everything to get them to leave and they just come back so hes kind of just stuck with them. theyre hot. theyre fun when they arent acting crazy. theyre kind of fun even when they are acting crazy. they like him a whole lot and the attention is flattering. they hate him a whole lot and that feels pretty good too.

the rest is UNDER A CUT BECAUSE I GOT CRAZYAYYY

on a more honest level i think hes got some sort of self flagellation going on here where he both abandons them and keeps them around because they remind him of the thing hes moping over. theyre like the physical manifestation of a bad choice that ruined the life of someone he cared about and changed everything so drastically forever that its impossible to even pretend to be normal about it. and the same way he does in wasted land he flip flops between "i ruined everything and i deserve nothing better than to mope in the ruins until i die because i BROKE it" and "everything has always been fucked and we were doomed from the start and its better to just bury it and move on and be someone else" hes got an avoidant cycle about it and again theyre a good physical manifestation for that issue that he can take it out on. it helps that neither of them really mind being the others punching bag and both on some level understand that it does make them feel better to rip into each other for a little bit. but from fishs pov it just seems like hes randomly hot and cold on them where one day hes choking you out and telling you you shouldve just laid down and died and the next day hes washing your hair and carrying you to bed and the next hes laughing like nothing ever happened and the next he wont even look at you and so on and so on. and it frustrates them because its all so wishy washy that it doesnt really scratch the itch and they feel like they cant make up their mind on how to feel about him because he cant make up his mind about if he fucking hates them or not and it makes it really hard to be mad at him or to love him or to forget about him. so while hes doing this whole lash out -> remember that you love this person and at some point cared about not hurting them -> freak out about how you cant touch anything without breaking it and you deserve to go rot in a hole forever -> just straight up leave because you dont have any way to resolve that feeling because you are a broken person 😀👍 theyre having their own erratic freakouts because they cant take any one thing for too long without feeling like its going to break so even when things are going okay they provoke him into lashing out again because its easier to hate him when hes treating them like that, yk? like its just easier. you get to hate his guts forever and get your rocks off too. and theyre scared when things are good because a)its only a matter of time before it isnt anymore and THEY want to be the one in control of when things fall apart this time and b)they hate how much they love him because again he just doesnt seem to be able to love them the way thwy want. they want 100% one way or the other and the back and forth up and down drives them CRAZYYYYYY. esp because again he is NOT self aware and he is NOT the kind of guy to talk about his feelings at all so its just this brick wall of a man who doesnt listen to anything you say and sometimes seemingly completely randomly decides that he wants nothing to do with you and you just knoooow hes going to break your stupid heart again and its your fault. so yeah sometimes they sit on top of him with a machete at his throat and wait until he wakes up just to see what he'll do because its EASIERRRRRRRR than being in love with him despite everythiiiing.

[dsmutp]

Learning Curve (C!Charlie Slimecicle x Reader)

Teaching Charlie was a delight.

When Quackity had put you up to the job, you hadn’t been too sure about it. Teaching someone how to be human (whatever that entailed) seemed like more than you had signed up for when you had become a resident of Las Nevadas - just imagining long hours of helping someone learn the intricacies of human life made your head ache. But Quackity had insisted, and you really had nothing better to do.

Three months into the job though, and you were quite attached to Charlie.

He was a wonderful student - eager to learn and bright enough that it never took him too long to grasp new concepts (though, as with any student, some things came more naturally than others) - and an even more wonderful friend. It was amazing how a sentient piece of goo (though it was really hard for you to think of him like that anymore) could be more kind and caring than half of the actual people you knew. 

You were pleased to say that Charlie had become quite fond of you as well. Though you were only supposed to spend six hours a day with him, oftentimes you wound up just spending your days together, wandering around the unfinished Las Nevadas after you had completed his schooling for the day, talking about whatever crossed your minds. Charlie was always eager to hear stories from your day to day life, and the amount of history he had seen just from being around for that many years never failed to make you gaze at him with wonder. 

It wouldn’t have been a stretch to say that he had become your best friend.

You certainly liked him enough - that goofy smile never failed to brighten your mood, even on the worst days, and though the slight fluidity of his skin had been off putting at first, through the amount of daps you shared, you had gotten used to it - come to enjoy it even, something that was uniquely Charlie.

For all his wonderful attributes though, there were still some times that you got a little exasperated with him. 

“Nope.” You sighed, watching as his arm bent the wrong way again. “You can’t just bend the joint that way, Charlie, that’s not how bones work.”

“But you said to hit the lever behind me..?” Charlie asked, righting his arm again. 

“Right, but with humans, remember, the joints don’t bend all the way around because of the bones.” You reminded him. “Just because your body can bend that way, doesn’t mean mine can.”

Charlie nodded slowly, but the confused look was still hovering in his eyes. 

“Do you want to go over joints and movement again?” You asked. 

Charlie smiled sheepishly. “Yes please.”

You stepped forward, extending your arms. You had done this exercise a few times before, just to help Charlie learn which body parts worked together and which joints moved in which directions. It was easy for him to forget though - his body didn’t really have limits to movement, being slime - and he had a bad habit of just throwing human joint movements away in exchange for what was the most easy at the time. 

Charlie placed his hands on your elbows, and you bent your arms, letting him feel how the joints moved and worked. “See? One way.”

“Right.” Charlie said, nodding now. His hands moved to your shoulders. “But these ones go all the way around?”

You rolled your shoulders, moving the ball joint in a circle. “Correct.”

His hands wandered down to your wrists. “Same as these?”

You rolled your wrists, nodding. 

From there, Charlie’s hands found your hips. “But these ones only go forward and backward.”

“For walking.” You said, nodding. “They can go out, a little - nothing too far though.” 

Charlie nodded, his eyes wandering over your body innocently. The first few times you had done this with him, you had been a little uncomfortable - it was strange, to be treated like a scientific model, slightly slimy hands running up and down your skin, asking what each of your joints and muscles did. But over time, you had gotten used to it - Charlie was only curious to learn, after all, and you were more than willing to help.

A hand over your crotch startled you, and you broke out of your train of thought, raising an eyebrow at Charlie. He only blinked at you though, saying, “You never said what this part’s for.”

You closed your eyes, steeling yourself. You had known this day would come, eventually - sex was a large part of human life, after all. You didn’t really want to be having ‘the talk’ with a sentient piece of goo that you had come to know and love, but you supposed it had had to come at some point. 

“It’s for sex, Charlie.”

Charlie’s eyebrows shot up. “You have a stripper pole on you?”

The comment was so out of place that you couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “What?”

“A stripper pole.” Charlie repeated. “Like the one in the casino? Quackity said it was for sex-”

“No, no.” You said, cutting him off, still laughing. “Sex organs Charles, for the actual act. They’re part of basic human anatomy - everyone’s got some.”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed as he nodded, and movement under his pants caught your eye - the fabric shifted and pulled until it filled out a little more - like his very skin was reshaping itself to include what you had just told him. 

It was then that you realized that Charlie might be the answer to every sexual fantasy you had ever had. 

---

It didn’t take much convincing to get Charlie into bed with you.

You had always known that he had had something of a puppy dog crush on you - just from the way that he hung on your every word, even when you weren’t teaching, and followed you around like a little duckling. You had stopped yourself from doing anything about it though, telling yourself that it would be wrong, that he was your student - but those sentiments had faded the more time you had spent together outside of the teaching. 

They were completely gone now, as you tossed Charlie’s pants over the side of the bed. Though you were both naked as the day you were born, he was perfectly comfortable, sprawled out on the pillows like he owned the place. 

“So, again,” He started. “You want me to put my dick inside you? But not detach it? And thats sex?”

“The basics of it.” You said. “Simple stuff, really. You tell me if you don’t like it though - I don’t know exactly how it’ll feel for you.”

Charlie nodded, arranging his arms underneath his head with a smile. “I am ready to sex.”

You laughed as you straddled his hips, gently wrapping a hand around his cock and aligning it with your hole, just pressing his tip against your entrance. “Promise you’ll tell me to stop if it feels bad, okay? Just because I wanted to try this doesn’t mean you have to suck it up for me.”

“Promise.” Charlie assured you. “I won’t pretend to like it just because you do- hhh.”

You sank down on his cock, reveling at the feeling - there was almost no stretch as he entered you, the slime of his body simply moving like a liquid, filling out your insides completely without having the painful stretch around your entrance. Every nerve ending in you lit up at the contact - the slime filled every space without pushing too far - Charlie’s cock had molded to you completely, hitting all your spots without even trying.

“Wow.” You breathed, placing the palms of your hands on Charlie’s chest. “This is- wow. How’re you feeling Charlie?”

Underneath you, Charlie was in a daze, eyes glazed over as he stared at some point past your shoulder. His mouth moved, but only a long string of syllables came out - more like a moan than any real words.

“Descriptors, love.” You prompted, shifting to place your hands on either side of his face. 

Charlie let out a breathy whimper, his hands finding purchase on your hips, squeezing the skin there. “Good.” He said. “Very very good, uh, sort of tingly? And warm? I-I don’t really know words for it…”

You smiled, caressing his hair. “Good.” You said. It was good to know that it felt pleasurable for him - you weren’t quite sure how slime anatomy worked, and if human sex was something that he would enjoy, but now that you knew it felt as good for him as it did for you, you had no intention of holding back.

You began to rock, slowly, rolling your hips over Charlie’s and letting his cock begin to rub against your walls. Charlie’s fingers dug into your hips more as his breathing canted upwards, instinct taking over as he bucked up into you a few times. You welcomed the movement, using the momentum to fuck yourself down on him harder, savoring the feeling of him running over your nerves, lighting you up from the inside. 

Charlie let out another whimper, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, still keeping your hands framed gently around his face. Charlie kissed back eagerly, releasing his little whimpers and moans into your mouth now, the hands at your hips moving up to your lower back, holding on for dear life.

“You’re doing so well.” You cooed, feeling that familiar coil begin to tighten in your gut. “You’re a natural, Charlie.”

“Really?” Charlie said, a grin overtaking his features. His slimy complexion really didn’t allow for a blush, but you could see the flushed pride just in his expression.

“Really.” You gasped out as a particularly good thrust made your head spin. Your hands fell from Charlie’s face as you instead buried your face into the crook of his neck with a groan, rolling your hips down with more intensity now, chasing your orgasm. Without the painful stretch in the beginning, you were reaching it so much more quickly now - though it probably also helped that Charlie’s cock had become a perfect fill for your insides too - leaving no nerve ending spared.

“Mmmm.” Charlie tipped his head back as he moaned, lips pressing together into a thin line. “It feels different now.” He said, voice shaky. “Bigger, I think?” He tried. 

“That’s supposed to happen.” You said, speeding up your thrusts, for both your sake and Charlie’s. You were getting to the brink of orgasm now, the pleasure making it’s way all the way down your legs and to your toes. It was only a moment more before you were shaking with it, the rolling of your hips slowing as you rode out your high. 

Charlie groaned underneath you, tipping his head back into the pillows as the slime inside you rippled, the sensation making you moan at the strangeness of it. You hadn’t really known what his orgasm was going to look (or feel) like, but you hadn’t been expecting that. 

For a moment, you just laid there, head still tucked under Charlie’s jaw as you both caught your breath, just feeling him breathe.

“That was pretty fun.” Charlie said. “It felt weird, but good weird.”

You sat up, rolling off him to sprawl out on the rest of the bed, his cock sliding out as easily as it had gone in. “Glad you liked it.” You said, letting yourself stretch out into a boneless heap. “For your first time ever, you were really good, Charlie.”

Charlie beamed at the praise, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek. You were definitely going to be doing that again.

[whosjunglejim4322]

Warnings: SMUT, insecurities but mark just needs a lil reassurance abt how good he makes you feel, finger fucking/sucking, he cums in his pants, fluff bc yall r in love love <3

Mark knows he's being irrational about this whole ordeal. One conversation shouldn't be getting under his skin like it is, but this one thing seems to be knocking at the forefront of his brain, throwing him out of focus as of late.

So what, you masturbate. It's normal, he's not there all the time, of course you do. He does too, but he also becomes outrageously horny everytime he so much as thinks about your skin or the way you kiss him. And it's safe to say he thinks about you alot. Alot alot.

"It's different, though? I'm a guy, we jerk off an outrageous amount," he argues, furrowing his eyebrows as you stare up at his pacing form from the bed, grinning. He's cute when he's flustered.

"And girls just...aren't supposed to get horny without the help of a guy?" You inquire.

He stops pacing at this, slumping his shoulders. "that's not what I mean, I just-" he sighs, plopping himself next to you on the edge of the bed. He chews on the inside of his lip for a moment before shaking his head.

"Nevermind, I'm just tired." He runs his fingers through his disheveled hair, looking at you apologetically with his big doe eyes.

You're still amused, giggling as you reach over to cup his rosy hued cheeks, pulling him to your mouth for a kiss.

"A little toy could never replace you, my love."

You'd reassured him that night by wrapping your lips around his dick, and he was too lost in the belly aching anticipation and bliss of it all, to really pay attention to what it was you'd just said.

A little toy.

He hasn't stopped thinking about it. It's both slightly irritating, while also being the new source of his sexual frustration when he's supposed to be practicing. He thinks it may be more irritating than the ladder though, because as much as he hates to admit it, he is a jealous creature. 

It's silly, childish and he knows it. Maybe that's why he's so unsettled by this, because he knows that you love him. He knows you like his dick, from what you've expressed. But, maybe he's doing something wrong?

Maybe you just don't want to to wound his ego, and instead act like his dick is enough to satisfy you. Of course, he knows some sensations are better than others, but how often do you need to touch yourself? Does he not please you enough in the moments you two are together?

These questions still nag him when he walks into your apartment at around 7:35 pm, causing worry to crease between his brows.

You, of course, pick up on this when you round the corner from your bedroom to see him making his way towards you, lost in thought. Your arms snake around his middle and your lips place a kiss to his jaw. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"What's got you all mopey?" You ask, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort in his eyes, only to be stumped by his undreadable expression. Maybe he's just had a long day?

He hums, broken from his self depricating reverie, evidently not realizing he's wearing his emotions so blatantly.

"Nothin' just tired, wanted to come home." He buries his face in the crook of your shoulder once you've pulled him into your room, his breath warm against your neck.

You must've just taken a shower, skin the scent of his favorite soap that always has him sniffing you randomly throughout the day. He squeezes you tighter.

You kiss the side of his head, reluctantly pulling yourself away only to grab his hands and move to the bed, not believing that there's nothing more than just fatigue that's got his usual goofy smile hidden behind such a frustrated countenance.

You crawl onto his lap once his back is against the headboard, his hands slipping underneath your shirt to rub your back, a habit when he's nervous. He knows what's coming, already avoiding your eyes.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, Mark Lee? No excuses, this time." You mean business, but your voice is still as soft and comforting as ever. He can't resist looking up at you once you stroke his cheek with your thumb, featherlight.

With a drawn out breath, he reluctantly responds, knowing it'll only eat at him further if he doesn't.

"It's just....I feel like maybe I don't do enough for you...sexually? Like, I know everyone masturbates and It's totally fine you use a toy and stuff, I just feel like...like maybe It's better than...than what I can do? I know I'm not the most experienced but-"

He's stuttering, ears tomato red at the tips and he's a bit perplexed to see such a jubilant smile spreading across your face as he rubs the back of his neck, embarassed beyond belief.

"Mark..." you cup his soft, blazing cheeks in your palms, forcing him to meet your gaze as squeamish as he's suddenly become. "you're that upset over something like this?"

You don't sound judgemental nor teasing, despite the way you're grinning. But still, he wants to hide his face, wants to bow his head in shame. Suddenly he feels very foolish.

Not being able to stand seeing him so crestfallen, you reassure him, trurthfully. Your heart aches.

"Hey hey, look at me bub," wide doe eyes stare back at you, as you move some of his hair out from in front of his forehead where the strands have fallen. "you are more than enough, so good that when you're away I cant stand it. I have to touch myself, and I'm not just saying that."

His expression has regained some confidence, though you're not done yet. You've got this determination swirling in the pit of your belly, thrumming through your veins. You want him to know how truly incredible he really is, how good he really makes you feel.

"I think about your hands, your mouth, your dick. And you know what? By the end of it I'm not even satisfied, because that little toy isn't you. Do you understand? Hmm? Or do I have to show you?"

Suddenly his heartbeat is loud in his ears, adams apple bobbing as he swallows. He's hardened underneath you and you known that you've got him.

"I-I understand, now. But you could still show me, you know. If you want." His voice is a little unsteady but the corners of his soft, pink mouth twitch at the corners with an echo of a smile.

It's too much, Mark Lee absolutely will be the death of you. And so you kiss him, in a way that has his toes curling and his arms wrapping around your middle like a boa, refusing to let go.

Your fingers are tiwsted in his hair as you suck on his plush bottom lip, a gasp leaving his throat when your teeth nibble the sensitive skin. He can feel your hardened nipples through your sweater, pressing against his chest.

Your knees have tightened around the small of his waist as well, crotch rubbing against the strained bulge in his basketball shorts. You whine into his mouth.

"Mm, you should feel how wet you make me," his hands venture lower at this, until his warm fingertips are pressing into the flesh of your thighs. "go ahead Markie, touch me."

He groans, not being able to hold it back from his chest at the sound of your voice and your generous offer. His fingers, delicate and eager rub your pussy through your lounge shorts, and his jaw slacks a bit at your lack of underwear.

Your tongue slips against his, mouths parted and greedy while he slips his hand into the warmth of your shorts - and practically whines.

He wasn't expecting the abundance of your essence, the utter and complete lack of friction as his digits glide effortlessly through your silken folds. He takes his ring finger and presses the pad of it against your entrance, circling and listening to the lewd, slick sounds.

"Oh fuck," he croons free hand on your lower back and urging you against his touch. "you're s-so wet already, how are you so wet?" He's mystified, and completely fucked.

"I told you." You kiss him again, swallowing his reply and grinding your pussy against his palm. Without warning, he slips a finger in, and then another, falling apart at the way your walls so eagerly welcome them. He trembles.

"Mm, Mark." You're reaching down, underneath his arm and gripping his length, hot in your hand underneath the slinky material of his shorts. He twitches.

Suddenly his fingers are curling inside of you, and he begins to languidly pump them in and out of your sopping heat, on fire from his toes to the top of his head. You have to grip onto his shoulders, momentarily forgetting your previous endeavor of palming his dick.

He doesn't mind, not when you're whining like this, fingers digging into his skin, your body rocking against his while your walls hug and squeeze around his digits.

"Does it feel good?" He asks genuinley, but already knows the answer, too high off of this moment to not want his ego stroked. Your eyebrows are furrowed, lips kiss bitten, skin hot to the touch. You can barely make out an answer, and he swears all the blood in his body rushes straight to his dick.

"S-so good Markie - harder, please." You bury your face in the crook of his shoulder as tour thighs tremble around his narrow hips, lips trembling against his throat. He obliges you happily, anything to have you wilting against him like this. To hear more of the sounds you're making, for him.

Anyone outside the door would know whats going on, with the squelching of your wetness and the vigor in which he's fucking you with his fingers, heel of his palm nudging your clit with each thrust. You already feel that pit of pressure inside your belly expanding, so close to the brink of exploding.

He's fairing the same, if he's honest. You're rubbing up against the painful, throbbing boner in his bottoms, hidden behind only a thin layer of clothing. Your juices have leaked, leaving your own shorts wet at the crotch and the sight is erotic in a way that makes him buck up against you.

His free hand cups your face when he adds a third finger, pulling you from his shoulder to look at your face.

He damn near blows his load right then and there.

You look like you're on the verge of tears, not able to hold yourself up straight. A blush burns his skin, when you lean into his touch, fingers grasping at the front of his white tee.

"M'gonna cum soon Markie."

His heart threatens to explode from his chest when you turn your head and suck his thumb into your warm mouth, closing your eyes and bliss while his fingers pump into you, buried to the third knuckle.

This causes him to thrust into you with a sudden jolt, and the way his fingertips rub against the sweet spot deep inside of you, has the build up of pleasure finally spilling over like a broken dam.

The fingers on either of his hands are soaked now, one with your saliva and the other with your cum. You're gripping onto his wrists, letting him massage the inside of your walls while they contract around him, eyes rolled to the back of your head.

The sight, the feeling, is too much. You're a mess, a beautiful, sopping wet mess and without warning it's like a freight train is hitting him at full force, cock twitching willdy as pure bliss seeps through his pores.

You're still shivering, humping his hand while spurts of cum fill the inside of his shorts, dripping down the crease of his thigh and even soaking through the material a bit. Your eyes are barely able to open, but you will them to when you hear the almost imperceptible groan that strains from his throat when your heartbeat finally stops drumming so loudly in your ears.

Your belly lurches, skin tingly to the touch as he slumps against the headboard, peering up at you with more adoration than you can handle.

"I-I came in my pants." He breathes out, panting heavily alongside you. The thrill that runs down your spine like a tremor at the realization that he's cum, untouched, because of you, is what allows you to have half the mind to pull his fingers from your aching heat - replacing the others in your mouth.

His head lolls to the side, honey eyes trained on you like it’s impossible to look away while you suck your juices from his digits, humming around them. It's like he's staring up at the sun, mesmerized.

And then you're kissing him, and he's sure he's gone to heaven. He tastes you on the tip of your own tongue, and you're so sweet, so tender when you grasp his cheeks.

"I came in my pants too, by the way. Technically." You smile, and he chuckles warmly, giddy. His arms encapsulate you and he nudges the tip of your nose with his own.

The toy can have its fun, he thinks to himself. Because really, truly, nothing - and no one, will ever be as lucky and as enamored as he is with you.

[spideymarvelws]

What would frat Peter! Be like if he found out the reader is a Virgin?

i put to much time into this

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Warnings : SMUT! (dirty talk, slight degrading, protected sex, oral [fem rec]), cursing, floof, peter going from simp to cocky real quick

Word Count : 4.6k (okay why is this longer than 90% of my oneshots i-)

Frat!Peter finding out the fem!reader is a virgin

It all starts when you and Mj are lounging in your shared apartment watching a movie like you both did every Sunday

The both of you were cuddled into the endless amount of blankets on either side of the couch, eyes trained on the bright screen in front of you

But your mind was focused on something else, namely a certain brown haired boy that just couldn’t seen to leave you alone

Peteyboi💗👀: hows the movie going lovebug??

you : lovebug?

you : thats a new one

Peteyboi💗👀: just trying out new things

Peteyboi💗👀: spicing stuff up a bit yk?

Peteyboi💗👀: do you like it?

you : im not really opposed to it

Peteyboi💗👀: ill add it to the list then

you : list?!

Peteyboi💗👀: pretend you didn't read that

You giggled at your boyfriends words, mouthing a quick sorry to MJ when she gave you a hard glare with the sudden burst of noise

But you couldn't help it, every time you saw the notification pop up on your phone, you couldn't help but act like a lovesick teenager falling in love for the first time

At this point the both of you had been dating for around seven months

Seven months of cliche coffee dates and pulling all nighters

Seven months of stolen kisses in the library or holding hands under the table during lectures

Seven months of pure bliss

“So why haven’t you guys fucked yet?” MJ said abruptly shaking you out of your love sick stare texting Peter

“I’m sorry, what!?”

“You know,” she pounded her fist into the palm of her hand repeatedly, “Sex,”

 “What- I-” you shook your head, trying to process her words, “How did this come up all of a sudden?”

“Since you decided to ignore me on our movie night,” she smirked, “Were you sexting him?”

“WHAT!”

“So I’ll take that as a no?”

“Yes thats a no!” you buried yourself further into the blankets, “Should-” you took a deep breath, “should it be a yes?”

“I don’t know, should it?”

“Oh that’s a good question! Almost like I already asked it,”

Mj laughed at your pouty glare

“No, no it shouldn’t,” she rested a comforting hand on your leg, “Do you want it to be though?”

Yes you did

More than anything

It was stupid, but what you had with Peter was different from anything you’ve had with other people in the past

He was everything a girl could ask for, smart, caring and a sweet personality that could make anyone smile

Let’s not mention his impressive build

And out of all the girls and guys that threw themselves at him, he choose you to love

You wanted to take that step with him, but you were scared that he would reject you

You weren’t experienced, in any way, to the point where you were completely innocent 

And you were dating a frat boy, the name that carried the reputation of sleeping around with most people on campus

How could you match up to that?

You couldn’t help but feel insecure in that area

The most you’ve ever went with Peter was a heavy make-out, it happened quite often too but he always stopped things before they went any further

There wasn’t any explanation, only peter bringing you close to cuddle for the rest of the night, forgetting the spit covering his lips and neck

Which lead you to make your own and none of them were exactly positive

Didn’t stop you from imagining a life where he wouldn’t drop you figuring how untalented you were in bed though

Or just daydreaming of him railing you out of existence

im looking you

“Yes?” you covering your face with your hands, embarrassed with your confession, “I don’t know about him though,”

MJ was aware that you were a virgin but only scoffed at your answer, “Oh come on, that boy is head over heels for you, why wouldn’t he want to fuck you,”

You felt your face heat up with the choose of words, “If he did wouldn’t he have made a move by now?”

“Better question, have you noticed his moves,”

Her question made you think as she continued

“Because I sure have,” 

“What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes, “The looks he gives you when your not paying attention,” she started to count on her fingers, “Always touching you, constantly, like all the time. Biting his lip anytime you do anything remotely sexual and always blushes afterwards because he caught himself. Oh! Remember that time you wore that skirt? Like the pretty tight one? Yeah, his eyes were on your ass for like the whole day-”

“Okay, okay you could stop now I get it,” you groaned, “How do you know all of this?”

“I’m observant,”

“Makes sense.”

“The point is, he’s is definitely interested in you Y/n, it’s just a matter of you showing interest back.”

“I-” you sighed, “I can’t do that mj,”

“Like hell you can’t,” she rolled your eyes but pried your hands away from your face softly, “Do you want him to be your first Y/n?”

You nodded your head, “Yeah,” you looked back at her, “Yeah, I do,”

“Then you need to talk it out with him, see where you both stand when it comes to that regard in your relationship,” 

“I know, I know, I’m just scared for his reaction,”

MJ only sighed, “This is Peter we’re talking about y/n, he’d respect your boundaries until your ready, and I know you’ll respect his. Its just a matter of who makes the first step,”

“Okay, okay,” you took a deep breath, “I’ll just ask him when I could see him again and just-” you paused, “Ask him,”

“There we go!” MJ cheered as you reached for your phone

Peteyboi💗👀: hello??

Peteyboi💗👀: hellooooooooo

Peteyboi💗👀: is this about the list?

Peteyboi💗👀: i promise ill try them all out sugar

Peteyboi💗👀: ...

Peteyboi💗👀: tbh i didnt like that one

You looked up at MJ, motivated by her reassuring eyes and words, you texted back

you : dont worry petey, the list is cute 😂

Peteyboi💗👀: good good

Peteyboi💗👀: did mj catch you??

you : maybe

you : i blame your clinginess

Peteyboi💗👀: i thought you said you liked my clinginess🥺

you : never said it was a bad thing 😘

Peteyboi💗👀: you implied it tho 😪

you : nah

you : i think thats just you

“What did he say?” MJ interrupted, her legs bouncing up and down anxiously

“I- uh, didn’t get to it yet,”

“I will take that phone, throw it across the room and make you do this in person if you keep stalling,”

You didn’t want to test her words

you : i miss you tho

Peteyboiiii💗👀: sorry babe, just been really busy with the internship

you : i know petey dw

you : do you know when you’ll be free next?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: uuuuhhhh

Peteyboiiii💗👀: the guys are suppose to be out Thursday

Peteyboiiii💗👀: i was suppose to tell you tomorrow but you beat me too it😂

you : oh really?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: would be just the two of us...

fuck circumstances

you : its a date then?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: hey! thats my line😤

you : sorry for stealing your thunder loverboy

Peteyboiiii💗👀: 👁👄👁

you : oh so you could do pet names but i cant???

Peteyboiiii💗👀: never said it was a bad thing 👀

you : ...

you : goodnight peter

The couple of days leading up to the Thursday were stressful to say the least

But MJ was there to hype you up, telling you everything that you should expect, what signals to use and even going out of her way to buy you a red set of lingerie

“It’s going to be awkward at first-”

“Well no shit it’s going to be awkward at first,”

“Hey! No talking back to your teachers,”

“Sorry...”

The drive to the house was nerve wrecking

You were anxious to see his reaction, but even with the doubt clouding your head, there was a ray of light that passed through, reminding you that Peter wasn’t that type of guy

That these past months have proved that he loved you, and you loved him

That he wanted this just as much as you did

You just needed to show him that

He greeted you at the door with a bear hug, rocking you back and forth in his arms

“I’ve missed you angel,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck that made the hairs on your skin raise

“Angel?” you squeaked, “Where did that come from?”

“The list remember?” he pulled back, beaming brighter than you’ve ever seen, “going down one by one. I quite like this one though,” his voice lowered, “Angel, suites you don’t your think?”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “Could we go inside?”

“Yeah of course,” his hand squeezed your waist, moving to small of your back and leading you inside

You didn't know how long you could last. With the new pet names, your hyperawareness to his touch and all of his words suddenly having new meaning behind them

You started to miss being so oblivious

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a day together, holy shit,” he said, falling back against the cushions of his couch with his thighs spread making you gulp, “come here,”

“Huh?”

He pouted, “I want to cuddle with my girlfriend so come here,”

the dude likes cuddles leave him alone

You shook your head, remembering MJ’s words,

“First step, get into the bedroom,”

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable in your room?”

Peter’s head tilted to the side in confusion, “We have the whole house to ourselves and you want to spend it in my room?”

You nodded, walking up to him and stretching out your hand for him to take, “What’s so wrong with your room?”

“nothing, nothing,” he sighed taking your hand and standing up, “Just not as comfy as the couch,”

“You’re just being dramatic,”

“Dramatic?” he teased, raising your hand to spin you around, pulling your back to his chest, “I know nothing of a sort,”

You knew it was suppose to be playful, you knew he was just teasing you like he always did

But the feeling of his hard chest against your back, his hair tickling the base of your throat and his arms wrapped strongly around your waist, keeping you tight against him

You couldn't help but imagine this in a very different scenario

“Ready to go then?”

You nodded, not sure if you could even form words correctly at that point

Peter smirked and within one motion he had you in his arms bridal style, taking you to the stairs that lead to his room

“Nothing of a sort my ass,” you mumbled into his neck, cracking a smile when you felt the vibrations of his chuckles rumble from his chest

“You should know me well enough by now angel,” he kicked open his door, closing it back with the heel of his shoe, “I like to play,”

You sure fucking hoped so

You shrieked when he threw you down on his bed, hopping on top of you and holding you down so you couldn’t move

“Peter!” you whined, giggling when his fingers trailed up your side

“What’s wrong angel?” he kissed your noise, moving to kiss your cheeks, your forehead and finally a small peck on your pouty lips, “Do you not like this,”

“No, no, no,” you cupped his face, keeping him still do you could look at him directly, “I love this,”

“good,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, lips brushing against each other, “Good,”

“great,” you whispered back, hesitantly raising your head to connect your soft lips on his

It was slow, reminding you of the first time you kissed in the park, trying to figure out you’d lead, you’d follow. Getting the timing right when opening your mouths, and tilting your heads at the right angle for the perfect combination of comfort and touch

It was almost like he was memoizing the motion, stopping after every movement before continuing again sometimes with the same thing or trying out something new

Soon enough his hands gripped the side of your waist, pulling you up slightly to flip the both of you over so that you were on top

He pulled you closer, your chest practically moulding into his when his tongue swiped along your bottom lips, asking for entrance

You gave it to him immediately, letting him explore your mouth in any way he wanted

It went on like that for a few minutes, just the two of you sloppily making out in the middle of his bed. You tried to take it a bit further, grinding your hips subtly but his grip tightened and he pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours

“I missed that angel,” he whispered, grinning at your small giggle

“Me too,” you paused, letting out a shaky breath, trying to recover from the kiss and ignore the wet feeling in your pants, “Could I ask you something?”

“Anything,”

It was now or never, “Why did you stop?”

“Well I- uh, didn’t think you would want to kiss for the rest of the day,” he laughed to cover the crack in his voice, “I know I’m irresistible angel, but you don’t want to wear me out so soon,”

You bit your lip, “But what if that’s what I want?”

Peter’s eyes widened as he shifted on the bed, “You- you want that?”

“Only if you do,” you started to regret your words, “You know what? Just forget I said anything-”

He quickly cut you off with a kiss making you gasp lightly at the sudden contact, “I want that more than anything,” he said quickly, “It’s just- I don’t want to force you into anything, didn’t want to make you feel obligated in any way,”

“I- I want this peter,” your said, feeling the heaviness on your chest disappear, “I want this with you,”

“Are you sure?”

“More than anything.”

“Okay, okay,” he nodded, trying to hid his smile as he lifted you off his lap, laying you gently on the bed, “Hold on, I’ll be right back,”

You watched with your head tilted in confusion when peter walked out of the room only to come back with a blindfold in his hands

“Petey, as much as i would love to, you know it’s my first time and uh-”

He quickly caught on to what your implying, burning bright red, “No, no, no that’s not what this is for,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I want your first time to be special and this is a bit rushed but I want to surprise you and make it nice,”

“Oh,” you stood up, “Okay yeah,”

Peter walked behind you, gently laying the blindfold around your eyes and tying it behind your head. He leaned down to place a cheeky kiss on your neck, trailing up to behind your ear

“Stay here,” he demanded softly before stepping away leaving you frozen in place

He couldn’t help but stand back for a few minutes and admire your state. Your feet were tilted inward, hands rubbing your shoulders with your head tilted down

The perfect display of submission

But he had to kick those thought aside, just for today

After a couple of minutes of waiting, you jumped when you felt hands on your arms, calming when you recognised the rough skin

“Are you ready?” he could hear the smile in his words

“Yes,”

The blind fold feel from your face, your eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light

But it was a lot darker than before, the lights dimmed drawing attention to the groups of candles sitting on his nightstand. The sheets were different as well, the white blankets replaced with soft black ones, the grey pillows now red with intricate designs sewn into them

“It isn't much but, I hope it’s everything you dreamed it would be,”

“It’s that and more Peter,” you smiling, turning around in his arms to place a quick kiss to his cheek, “Now it’s time for my surprise,”

You pushed him down on the edge of the bed, turning around and taking off your hoodie, shuffling out of your black tights to reveal the lingerie 

You turned around with a harsh exhale, feelings small under his gaze

“fuck, you were ready for tonight weren’t you baby?”

You fiddled with your fingers in front of him, “MJ helped me,”

“Figured,” he took your hand, pulling you back to gently straddle his waist, “You’d be beautiful in a potato sack angel, you have nothing to worry about,”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and settling in his lap, “I find that hard to believe,”

“Then let me show you,”

He leaned in, kissing your lips briefly and pulling back, smirking when you mindlessly chased them

“tease,” you muttered, your forehead falling against his

“You love it,” 

“Yeah, yeah I do,”

You both leaned back in, your mouths perfectly in sync as your lips moved against one another, the practise before hand helping tremendously  

Your arms tightened around his neck, your hands running through his soft brown locks, tugging lightly on the strands

He groaned into your mouth, bitting the your bottom lip and pulling lightly, “You’re going to be the death of me angel, you know that?”

You only giggled, “Seems more like a you problem,”

“Oh? Is that how it is,”

You nodded shyly, playing with the edge of his shirt, “I just think it’s unfair that I’m the only one without a shirt on,”

Peter bit his bottom lip, reaching down and pulling off his shirt and connecting your lips right after. He hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you up as he stood and lying you back down on the bed

He moved his lips from yours, down your throat to your colour bone, leaving his own marks in the process

Sealing you as his

And his only

“Can I?” he gestured to the front clip of your bra

You nodded, lost in the feelings of his lips on your skin

“Words angel,”

“Yes, yes please,”

He laughed, “Didn’t even get to the main event and you’re already begging for me,” 

You whined, “Peter,”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, unclipping the garment, helping you raise slightly so he could fully discard it to the side

“Beautiful,” he whispered before latching his mouth on your left nipple, stimulating the other with his forefinger and thumb

“Oh my god,” your hand shot to his hair, tugging at them slightly while the other took the sheets tightly in its palm

“Feeling good angel?” he smirked knowing damn well the answer

He just wanted to hear you say it

“So good Peter,”

He chuckled, switching to the other nipple, “We haven’t even reached the good part Y/n,”

You only let out a shaky sigh, your hand falling from his hair once he started to move further down your body

He liked that he could make you melt with the minimum things he could do

He wanted to remind you that he had the power to do so

And you enjoyed it

Your back arched when he kissed down your stomach, his fingers trailing down the side and hooking them on the lace of your panties

He looked up at you, waiting for your confirmation 

“Please,” you said once again, raising your legs slightly so he could take them off easily

“So needy,” he muttered, taking them off in once motion, crawling back up to place himself between your thighs, “Going to make you feel so good angel, so fucking good,”

His arms wrapped themselves snuggly around the base of your leg, pulling your core down closer to his face

“Ready?” he purred, trailing kisses up your thigh

“Yes,”

“Good.”

He took a bold lick up the length of your pussy, his tongue swirling around the bud of your clit

“Holy fuck Peter!” you shouted, bitting down on your finger to suppress your noise

“No, no, no angel I want to hear you,” he almost growled, “I want to hear you scream for me, know that I’m the only one that would ever get to hear and make you feel this way,”

His possessiveness turned you on even more

You slowly moved your hand from your mouth, placing it down by your side as peter continued eating your pussy like a starved man, listening to your moans and paying attention to your sudden jerks and reactions to his movements

“Taste so good angel, fuck. I’ve been fantasising about this moment ever since I laid eyes on you,” his fingers started to play with your lips, “The things i’ve wanted to do you, to absolutely ravish you, make you my own” he plunged his finger slowly into you, his strength keeping you pressed against the mattress, “But that’s for later, today is all about you,”

You couldn't even form a word when he added a second finger, sending your head back against the pillows. It was so much, his mouth toying with your clit, his fingers entering you that were so much thicker than yours, hitting places that made your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure

With the third finger you could feel something change, a sudden spike run up your body, clearing your mind of everything but the feelings of your high quickly approaching

“Peter I-”

“Going to cum angel? Gonna cum all over fingers?”

“Yes Peter fuck!”

“Go ahead Y/n, cum for me,”

You high reached with his words, shaking your body. Peter slowed his pace, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible

He crawled back up your body, stilling his fingers inside of you while littering your blown out face with kisses, awarding you with his touch

“You did so well angel,” he whispered, “So fucking well,”

“Really milking the use out of that name huh?” you managed to mummer, throwing your arms lazily around his neck, not wanting him to leave any time soon

“Do you want me to change it?” he teased, pulling out his fingers, muttering a small sorry when you winced

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness of his skin while more continued to form at his dirty display

“How about...” his fingers popped out of his mouth, moving to caress your face, leaving a trail of his spit down your cheek, “Princess, my pretty princess,”

Your legs clenched at his tone and new name, making Peter giggle, “Princess it is then,”

He reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom and ripping the package open. He rolled the plastic on his impressing length, making you both drool and scared that that’s what was going inside of you

When he took off his sweatpants? you didn’t know

He flipped the both of you over for what felt like the hundredth time that day. His hands were tight on your hips, keeping you hovered over his hard cock

“We go at your pace okay?” his looked at you with dark eyes, “Are you sure that-”

You cut him off with a messy kiss, taking his member into your hand and guiding it to your hole 

“You talk to much,” you mumbled, taking the red tip inside you with a groan

He moaned with you, your pussy tight and snug 

“Take it easy,” he whispered, whipping off a bead of sweat that began to form on your forehead, “We have all the time in the world,”

“So big,” you whimpered, slowly take him inch by inch. Soon enough you started to loose balance on your knees, falling forward with your hands on his chest and your thighs relaxing, letting him bottom out inside of you

“Fuck,” you both said in unison, letting out a breathy laugh

“It kinda hurts,” 

“Well I’m not exactly average in that department-”

You scoffed, moving around on his lap, trying to find a comfortable position

“Tell me how you’re feeling princess,”

“It- it’s getting better,” you were fully relaxed now, “I- I want to start moving,”

“Go ahead Y/n,” he raised himself up so that his chest was pressed against yours, “I’ll guide you okay?”

“Okay, okay,”

You started moving up and down, more so just humping his body because your legs already starting to feel weak

But peter was patient with you, constantly making sure you were okay and keeping his eyes on your body

Not like he wanted to take them of of you

You looked angelic above him

No wonder the name suited you so much

Your mouth open, hips moving slowly bringing the both of you pleasure you’ve never experience before

He wanted to keep that picture in his mind forever, framed in his memory

Because you weren’t some girl at a party he picked up or guy he drunkly made out with

You were someone he loved, with all his heart 

That trusted him enough to share this moment with him

And just perfect an every way

“You’re doing so well princess,” he groaning, staring to rut his hips back into yours, making your moans grow even louder

“Fuck,” you fell against his chest, “Peter,”

“You want me to take control princess? Too fucked out already?” he couldn’t help himself while muttering those words, getting lost in the feeling of you

“Please peter I can’t-” he cried, “Please,”

“I got you princess,” he planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting up roughly into you, “I always got you,”

He began pounding into you, gradually getting faster and faster as your whines and moans grew louder and louder

Your second orgasm was quick on its way, and with Peter’s pace becoming irregular, you could tell he was almost there as well

“So fucking tight princess,” he groaned, pressing his cheek against yours, “Are you close,”

You mewled in response

“Cum with me princess, scream my name and cum on my cock,”

“Peter!” you shouted, cumming hard on his member and sagging against his chest

You could feel the condom begin to fill up inside of you, his hips stilling against yours

Part of you wondered how it would feel shooting inside of you without the protection

From there it was a blur, the feelings of peters lips against your skin, his arms wrapped around you, something cold and wet moving across your body

You caught your bearings when Peter pulled you into his chest, his shirt now covering your form along with the same fluffy blankets that covers the couch downstairs

Peter started, “That was-” 

“Amazing,” you finished for him, giggling and cuddling further into his chest

Peter looked down at you, his hand caressing your face like he did moments before but this time his touch was filled with comfort and reassurance, “Are you alright?”

“Better than I’ve ever been,” you giggled, peter chuckling along with you

“I think I’m going to need to start adding names to that list,” 

You looked up at him, “Like what?”

He sighed, a sly smile forming on his face

“I think I’ll start off with my little slut,”

...

fun fact, this was originally gonna be different types of frat peter like cocky, soft etc like some fucking frat peter multi verse but i just lost interest halfway through. 

My mind just said no♥️ so i scraped that and this was born instead

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[amerrierworld]

You’re Being Whiny

for the request: dom!debbie with a brat reader

Summary: You’ve been touch-starved, and Debbie barely seems to notice, so you try to get her attention.

Characters: Debbie Ocean x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,022

Warnings: SMUT. dom/sub elements. spanking, some degradation. rough!Debbie and then she softens a lil’

“Get dressed,” Debbie said, poking her head into the bedroom, where you were digging through your wardrobe. 

“What do I wear?” you asked, nearly hysterical in the stress of deciding on an outfit, but Debbie was already gone from the room. You frowned as you were left alone, again.

You had been left alone all day, in fact. Sure, you lived together, but Debbie had been so cooped up with some kind of job that you had barely even gotten a conversation out of her. Let alone had sex. 

She never let you in on the details of her job, because if she ever got caught, it be best if you weren’t involved, so you let her be. But Jesus, a little care and attention for you would be nice. You did your best to be there for her when she was so hyper fixated on other things, but all that’s been causing was extra stress on both your minds.

And today you had a big event to go to as a couple, but rather than excitement building up, Debbie had barely mentioned it until this morning. She was so taken by her work that you had ended up forgetting it entirely. And now you suddenly had to pick something to wear, and that stressed your already-grumpy mind out to no end.

You pursed your lips, feeling extra bratty today, wondering if you’d be able to make Debbie look at you just a little more, and grabbed a short crop top, and an even shorter denim skirt. Some ridiculous heels added on should do the trick. 

You stepped out to the main hallway where Debbie was reaching for her keys. Hair curled softly, makeup bold but sensual. She was wrapped in her thick, black coat, and her bare legs underneath suggested she was wearing a dress. You wondered which one, and were about to ask when she finally looked up at you and her eyes flashed something furious.

“You are not going out in that,” Debbie scoffed, raking her eyes over your form. 

“Why not?” you grumbled, looking down and tugging at the skirt, “isn’t it good enough for you?”

A hand grasped your wrist and the other your chin, forcing your eyes to meet hers.

“You’re being whiny, Y/N,” Debbie snapped, “you know better than to dress like that for a gala dinner. Go change, now.”

You pouted dramatically, tugging your hand away and crossing them over your barely-covered chest. You didn’t budge from your spot.

A slim eyebrow raised slowly at your defiance, and you found yourself getting nervous as Debbie calculated what to do next. You chewed your lip and hoped she’d lay you over her lap, or maybe take out the restraints that had been laying unused in your drawers for far too long.

“Fine,” she said sternly, turning around, heels clicking on the floor. “You can stay home then.”

Wait. No. That wasn’t what you wanted. The gala was a big one, one that you had been looking forward to. You only wanted to have Debbie give you a bit more attention, because you needed it. 

“No!” you replied, clenching your fists by your sides. Oh, you really were whining now. 

Debbie halted, slowly, and turned back. Her hand undid the buckle of her coat and shrugged it off, revealing a backless burgundy dress that shimmered as she  walked. It was one of your personal favourite looks on her. 

She undid her heels, taking her sweet time. You glanced at the nearest clock, hoping this wouldn’t make you late. Debbie hated being late.

Once she was barefoot, she neared you and set her hands on her hips.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she demanded, her tone chilly, “why are you being such a brat all of a sudden?”

“I’m not being a brat,” you protested, grumbling, “you just don’t like my outfit.”

Debbie’s lips pursed into a firm line and she took a deep breath. There was a brief pause, and you didn’t dare break eye contact, wondering if it would also   break the sizzling electricity you felt in the air. 

“Is that all?” Debbie asked, nonchalantly. You nodded, shrugged, looked down, feeling smaller than you did a minute ago.

That clearly didn’t please your girlfriend, because a firm tug on your arm spun you around. You caught yourself, hands flat against the cold wall, and squeaked  in surprise as Debbie began pulling your skirt down.

“I clearly haven’t taught you anything about fashion if this is what you choose. Christ, Y/N, you went to the Met with us for crying out loud,” she growled. The denim skirt came off. You hadn’t bothered with underwear because the outfit had been for show, but it only managed to anger her more that you seemingly were planning to go commando. 

She slapped your ass without hesitation and you gasped, back arching, toes aching in the heels. A handful of spanks on your cheeks left your legs trembling, fingernails scrabbling against the wall. 

“I’ve been working, hard,” Debbie chastised, rubbing a firm palm over your reddened ass, “constantly. And what do you do, hm? Distract me every. Single. Time.”

Her hand struck you three times, sharply, and painfully. You bit into your lip and whined, loudly, ass raising involuntarily.

“Oh, sweetie, have I really been neglecting you that much?” she tutted, fingers running through your slick that was obviously sliding down your thighs. “You’re such a needy slut, little girl.”

“No!” you cried again, head down and eyes screwed shut. The spanking stopped. 

“No?”

Debbie turned you again, pressing your back flat against the wall. Her arms framed you, leaving no room to escape.

“You’re telling me that you’re not acting like a whore to distract me? Acting like an insolent brat?”

You shook your head, eyes stinging, barely making out the words, “w-wanted... a-attention.”

“Oh, so I haven’t been giving you enough attention?” Debbie replied, a mocking tone in her voice.

“You’ve been s-so... busy,” you whimpered, because Debbie’s hand was rubbing over your exposed middle, dipping down to your cunt but only lightly. “N-never get to see you.”

Debbie frowned, “I’m here every day, baby. I barely leave the house. What do you mean you never get to see me?”

Your hips rocked against her hand, and her thumb barely brushed your clit but the suddenness of it made you cry out, unabashedly.

“Never get that,” you sucked in a breath, “b-been so long since... since...”

Debbie rubbed a little firmer, and your voice reduced down to a collection of whimpers and breathy moans.

“I forgot how whiny you get when horny,” Debbie was grinning, you  barely could see it through your half-lidded eyes.

“N-not whiny,” you muttered, hips canting upwards. 

“Bedroom, little girl,” Debbie tutted, pulling away, “you’re talking back an awful lot today.”

You bit your lip to keep from protesting again, and went to the bedroom as she asked. There was still a pile of your clothes on the bed from where you couldn’t decide what to wear. 

“You’ve made a mess,” Debbie scolded, approaching you from behind and grabbing your hair with a firm tug.

“S-sorry..”

Warm lips sucked at your neck and your knees nearly buckled from the sensation. She quickly caught you before you were on the floor. Bliss coursed through your veins at the feeling of Debbie touching you, stroking you, and you barely noticed her taking off your top until her hands cupped your bare breasts. 

She sat down on the edge of the bed, pushing a few clothes out of the way and beckoning you closer.

The heels felt cumbersome now. She didn’t say you could take them off, so you didn’t. You towered over Debbie, but felt entirely under her control and the attention her eyes gave your body made you shiver. 

Then she leaned forward. A hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, and she pulled you to straddle her thigh. The dark fabric had ridden up so that your cunt was pressed against Debbie’s heated skin, and you choked out at the feeling, burying your face in her neck and the hair that sat there, smelling sweet and clean. 

You wanted to move, grind, fuck yourself against her thigh, but she hadn’t given you permission. Debbie took the time running her hands over your back, feeling your neglected skin, feeling your muscles spasm and tremble underneath her fingertips. She kneaded at your sore ass and chuckled darkly at the pained moan that escaped you.

“I could give you all the attention, right here, sweetheart,” she murmured in your ear, raking her nails over the abused skin, and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, “but that's gonna make us late for the event. What do you think everyone is gonna assume when we show up late, and you’re covered in hickeys and bruises, hm?”

Your face flushed with embarrassment at the thought, and your hips rocked slightly, your clit on fire.

“So you better be on your best behaviour tonight, be a good girl, not be needy, and maybe I’ll let you have a go at pleasing me tonight, hm? Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you gasped, hands grabbing her shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“Go on then, sweetie,” Debbie urged, “you can move. Show me how much you want it.”

She had just barely given you permission and you already started moving, rocking up and down her thigh, feeling the hard muscle tense underneath you as you chased your release. Her hands gripped your hipbones with bruising strength, helping you move, occasionally slapping your ass again, making pleasure spark in your core. 

“Such a good girl,” she grinned as you tossed your head back, “remind me who you belong to.”

“You..” you whimpered.

“And who do you obey?”

“You,” you repeated, feeling heated as her hands kneaded your ass again. A sharp smack drew a hard moan from you.

“And who never leaves her baby girl neglected, even when she's busy?”

“Y-you,” you were gasping, panting now, “I’m s-sorry.. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..”

“Hush,” she tutted, and her hand slipped down to press against your clit, “let it feel good, baby. I’m here.”

You came with a deep, guttural moan, body arching and spasming, toes digging into your heels as you rode out your orgasm on Debbie’s thigh. She rubbed your trembling thighs, soothingly, as you came back down to earth to her grinning at you with adoration in her eyes.

“I’m sorry for being distracting,” you managed to say between deep breaths. Debbie cupped your neck and pulled you in for a deep, loving kiss.

“No, I’m sorry for making you feel ignored,” she said, “I’ll do my best to not let it happen again. But perhaps you could just tell me next time? Rather than dressing like.. well, not like you were going to a luxury dinner event.”

You nodded, and then you paled a little at the realization that you had definitely made the both of you late for it.

“It’s.. the time..”

“It’s alright, we have time,” Debbie cooed, “we’re not supposed to be there until 8.”

Your mouth dropped open. It was barely 6:30. 

“You said it was at 7!” you spluttered.

“Because I knew you’d take forever to get ready,” Debbie grinned at your indignant expression. She rubbed at your cheek until your face softened again.

“Come on, I’ll help you get ready,” she urged you to get up. “Go take a shower. I’ll get your black jumpsuit out, that with those heels will look good, don’t you think?”

You nodded, blushing with happiness and content as Debbie began digging through your pile of clothes. Before you went to the bathroom you wrapped your arms around Debbie’s middle and kissed her neck.

“Love you,” you murmured, “won’t be long.”

Debbie laughed, turning and kissing you again, “I know you won’t. You’ll be sorry if you are.”

She pinched your ass teasingly and you squeaked, before she swallowed the sound with a hard kiss,

“Go on, otherwise we’ll never get out of this bedroom.”

A/N: Sandra Bullock really is just a work of art, isn’t she?

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. 

Day 2: That’s Not Exactly Folgers In Your Cup

Warnings: Smut (Oral) and Bad Language Words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N- Hello! I hope y’all are as excited about this holiday special collaboration made with @what-is-your-plan-today​ and @jennmurawski13​ as I am. It all blossomed from early morning (for me) ramblings and we decided to do it. 2020 has been a hell of a year and we all needed a little something to smile about. And come on, whats funnier then imagining Ransom Drysdale trying to be domestic? Plus it gives some feels. There will be smut written in occasionally, so please heed the warnings to each individual fic. 

Also, we are alternating, but will reblog on our accounts, if you don’t want to miss any, send a message and we will get you added to the tag list. Happy Reading. 

Series Masterlist

Ransom woke before you, the early morning light streaming through the window cut right across his face and he swore into the pillow while rolling to his back to sling his arm over his eyes to cut off the annoyance. He was almost there, back in that blissful state of unconsciousness when his body took over and insisted he get up. Any further attempt to return to sleep was now disrupted when natural morning urges overtook him and he sighed while lifting his arm to let the light return, blinking rapidly to adjust to the the most inconvenient thing to plague him at this hour. 

Next to him you were still asleep, soundly, peacefully which made him scowl at you for being so blissfully unconscious. He envied you in this moment as he rolled up from bed and trudged into the bathroom to take care of himself. Afterwards once he came back out, he grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and slipped them on. You would be waking up soon, and there was one thing you always wanted before anything else, even before you were pregnant, it was a must have or else. Now you valued this all that much more since his child seemed to just suck all the energy from you, savored it more then he savored his biscoff cookies. 

Your coffee. And hell be damned if you didn't get your coffee. 

Now typically you make it, liking a certain amount of scoops to get you through the morning, touch of cream and a little sprinkle of sugar just to take the bite out of it. Ransom has seen you make it countless times in the morning, your over sized tee hanging around your thighs and hair piled atop your head. Your eyes would be closed while you measured, you just knew it down to the action how you wanted it. He never tried to mess with your perfection. In fact he learned early on to stay out of your way the first twenty minutes in the morning unless he was taking care of you between the sheets. That was the only equivalent you were accepting of in the morning. 

This morning Ransom felt a twinge of affection now that he was awake, seeing you shift into the middle of the bed and pull his pillow into your chest like you were hugging it. Gently he leaned over and brushed the flyaway hair from your forehead and pressed a kiss there before leaving the bedroom to head downstairs. 

Typically you just made Ransom a coffee too, it became almost a habit for him to want it, although he didn't need it, not like you did. But yea, he craved it and decided that this morning, since he was already up, he would just do it himself. Regardless of the fact that you had forbidden him to touch the coffee maker for some reason. Which fuck it was in his kitchen, if he wanted to use it he was going to. 

“Can't be that hard, dump some grounds in, put in the fucking water.” He flipped off the top of the coffee maker to see if you pre-filled it the night before, sometimes you did. Last night was not the case though. Reached into the cupboard for the precious Starbucks coffee and opened the bag to breathe in the strong coffee bean aroma. Okay, he had to admit it was a pleasant smell, and already he could feel himself feel a bit more upbeat. He ended up setting it aside and searched everywhere for the measuring spoon, leaving a slight kitchen destruction in his path of open drawers and stuff piled on top of the kitchen counter, he just eyeballed dumping the coffee in. Completely forgetting the filter in the process. 

Impatiently he waited, fingers tapping on the counter as the drip drip drip started. “It would be faster just to have someone deliver.” He muttered to himself, contemplating how much you would protest possibly hiring a housekeeper. Fran was decent… enough. He thought to himself. Aside from her being the most annoying woman his grandfather had hired. Of course she could be useful when the occasion called for it. Like now, how fucking easy would it be if someone was just delivering you two the coffee in bed.  

Already he knew you probably weren't going to go for it, it was fine for Harlan according to you because he needed the help. In fact when he brought it up, your eyes rolled and you scoffed at him. “You are kidding right Ransom? You are a grown ass man, do it yourself.” 

 When the coffee maker finally gave the last spurt, and sounded exhausted, Ransom shook his head from the memory and turned to pull down two mugs and proceeded to pour into each. It was black, blacker than usual. He sniffed it, and needless to say it was STRONG. 

Ransom just kept going, grabbing your half and half, as well as the small bit of sugar you like, he stirred it all together and brought it back up the stairs. 

You were just waking up when he reentered the bedroom. Your arms lifting up to hit lightly against the headboard and your wiggling fingers while giving a yawn, you inhaled the strong scent of coffee and immediately pushed to sit. 

“What is that? Is that what I think it is?” Your eyes widened as Ransom set the mug down on your nightstand with a roll of his eyes. 

“Well good morning to you to Princess.” he stated as you grinned at him, reaching over for the mug while he sat on the end of the bed. You didn't dare take a sniff as if to check, not with the way Ransom was watching you intently and you just took a sip. 

It hit your mouth with a ferocity that brought tears to brim to your eyes, and your taste buds screamed in protest at the gritty black death you were forcing yourself to swallow, doing everything you could to keep from spitting it out. You were just thankful that this morning you were dealing with morning sickness, yet. Somehow you forced the bitter liquid down your throat and tried to keep a straight face, as you were touched with Ransom’s act of kindness, something he was still working on. But there was no hiding your expression, as hard as you tried to keep it from Ransom.

His head dropped when he saw your face. “Fucking terrible isn’t it? See this is why you should let me hire a housekeeper.” 

“Ransom, it tastes just fine. And we don’t need a housekeeper. This house isn't all that big.” You rolled your eyes as you showed him you were right by taking another sip of his coffee, forcing a smile on your face. 

“I always had a housekeeper, and I turned out fine.” Ransom rebutted while moving to a stand. “Put that cup down. You can make some later.” He instructed and you were quick to set it aside, relieved not to have to pretend anymore. Ransom yanked the blankets away, making you tumble a bit in bed with a yelp. 

“Ransom! What are you doing?” You looked down at him as he grasped your ankles, sliding you down the bed while he moved to kneel at the end of the bed, smirking at you. 

“Cant make coffee worth shit. But I can do this, and I know you like this just as much.” 

He was right, the man had a mouth on him that you had a hard time resisting, even when he was pissing you off. 

Fingers delved under the band of your sleep shorts and slipped them off before draping your legs over his shoulders and pressing hungry kisses along the inside of your thigh. “Okay, you have me there, maybe I do. I'm a little scared to see what you did down in the kitchen now.” 

“Nothing that can't be cleaned up.” He looked up at you, and you opened your mouth to say something about how you were going to have to clean it when he let his mouth press against your cunt and his tongue bury between the folds. 

That effectively distracted you, making your words stutter from the tip of your tongue into a moan while he lapped at you, shifting between quick flicks to flattening his tongue and dragging through your folds to suck at that bundle of nerves that made you gasp his name in a needy way. Your hands shoot down to twist into his hair, holding onto his scalp while he takes you apart with his mouth. Toes curled into his upper back when he teased you further, your hips starting to rock to meet the darts of his tongue in your clenching channel. You let yourself fall back into the pillows and quit trying to reason with him or make him feel better. You just let yourself experience this new attempt at treating you.

“Please Ransom, I want to come now.” You whined out while his fingers flexed on your hips, keeping you mostly pinned in place although your body was rippling to arch and grind into him. Your heels firmly pressing into his back in an attempt to lever yourself although he was firm in his hold. Unwilling to let you move just yet. Ransom sucked folds of flesh into his mouth, the lower part of his face slick when he lifted to smirk at you, and shifted a heavy forearm across your hips, careful not to press against your stomach. 

“How badly do you want to come, Princess?” He licked at his lips, brighter pink with use then normal and you glared at him down your body. 

“Considering I am growing you spawn in me, you think you would treat me better.” Trying your hand at using guilt to get him into giving you your orgasm, he let his fingers stretch your open, pressing into your warmth. 

“You know I love you, and only treat you fucking good.” His fingers curled to stroke your fluttering walls, enticing you to come for him with every stroke against your sweet spot. “Come on Beautiful, come undone for me so we can start our day.” 

You pressed to arch but he was sure to keep you held down. You started to see stars peppering your eyesight and your mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as you came for him, that rush enveloped you to send tingles all along your nerves, and your voice finally broke out in a soft cry of his name while your toes dug into his flexing back, and fingers twisted in the sheets in a weak attempt to stay grounded. 

It didn't stop him, he kept lapping at your sensitive bud, sucking and driving you to another with steady strokes of his finger. “That was just one... you know we are not stopping Princess until you have had a couple more.”  

Ransom couldn't make coffee to save his life, but he certainly knew how to make you come more than just the one time.

[moonofiron]

I saw this one panel in the manga and lost my shit.

He looks so 🥵 here. This is the panel that has inspired this smutty fanfic. I also wanted to draw something related to this piece so I've thrown in an illustration between the story as well! Enjoy!

Jujutsu Kaisen, Chapter 78

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Geto Suguru x (fem)reader

Genre: smut, bondage, kinbaku, edging, overstimulation, explicit sexual content, visual content thrown in too 🥵

Rating: M

Synopsis: Geto shows you his skills at kinbaku

Word count: 2.4K ~

Minors, dni.

Geto Suguru ties the last knot near your ankle. You whimper from the rope chaffing your skin but ease into the burn and position yourself the way Geto wants.

It has taken months for you to get to this point. 8 months back you had casually asked him where he disappears to for hours at end every Saturday. You couldn't hold it in and he couldn't bring himself to lie to you.

"I..I practice kinbaku love. It's to destress, really."

//

"Oh, what's that?"

"Umm, it's the art of tying knots. It's derived from the act of tying prisoners during the war but now it's a...a form of art."

"I see." After a moment's pause, you had asked, "So what do you tie knots with?"

"Three strand jute ropes. On manequins."

You didn't really get it and had pouted slightly.

To break the awkward silence, you had asked him, "Will you show me sometime, Suguru?"

His face had clouded and he had looked the other way. "Maybe. Maybe, someday I will."

//

"There, all done," says Suguru joyfully. He puts his hand under your chin and pulls your face up so you can look at yourself, his artwork, in the large mirror in front of you.

You gasp at how helpless you look. You're naked and your hair is tied up neatly in a bun. Suguru did your hair earlier and decorated it with the delicate pin he bought for you on your second date. You're pretty much bent into a ball and perched on the futon you both have fucked on on so many nights that you've lost count now. Your hands are tightly tied behind your back and your ankles are tied to your thighs. The knots go down from your neck all the way down to your clit and then climb up your spine. Your breasts perk up from the pressure around them. The knots are elegant and look complicated, and you can see your cunt swelling from the pressure of the tight ropes around your inner thighs.

Please do not repost or plagiarize.

Years of practicing kinbaku has rendered him into a master of this art that he's extremely private about. His passion leaks in the way his long fingers tackle the ropes around your body, almost as if he's making love to them.

You meet his eyes in the mirror and see him looking right back at you as he bites his soft lips. His eyes are dreamy and lustful, and he wears a look of pride that pushes all the buttons for you.

He takes out a small black ball from his kimono's left sleeve and your eyes widen. He walks around and sits in front of you so his face is inches away from yours.

"Open your mouth, love," he whispers.

You do as he says without even giving it a second thought. He pushes the ball-gag in your mouth gently and you close your eyes as you envelope it with your wet mouth. He moves closer so your nose buries into his chest as he clamps the ball-gag strap at the back of your head. When done, he sits back and strokes a finger across your jaw.

“I'll be back in sometime, baby. Be good. I'll be watching." He winks and kisses the ball in your mouth gently, his gaze never leaving yours. A soft gasp escapes his lips. And then, just like that, he's gone.

You panic. 'What? I thought he'll just be showing me how it's done. What does he mean he'll be back in sometime? When? How long?' you think. A flash of fear makes your stomach drop. But then you calm down.

The first few minutes are easy. You spend them admiring how beautiful you look, how lovely Suguru has made you. But, after a while you get bored and start looking around. There's nothing to do except wait for Suguru to come back. Perhaps he ran out of ropes. The thought excites you but you don't know how long he'll take. You don't know if he's locked the door. There's no way to tell how much time has passed. All you know is that there's a warmth spreading in your stomach from the anticipation of his arrival. You try to bend down to take a peek at your cunt and see that you've formed a small pool of wetness on the futon. And, you notice a strange little cube embedded in the knot on top of your clit. You instinctively reach with your hands for your clit forgetting you can't and let out a small moan as the ropes dig into your wrists. You look back at yourself in the mirror. You notice the thin sheen of sweat on your forehead and that your nipples are plump and hard. You look around frantically before you give up and enter a kind of peace that you've never known before. You look up at the ceiling, close your eyes, and hear yourself make a gurgling noise. The small cube has suddenly come alive and is vibrating against your clit, making you squirm and lose balance. Your entire body jerks and shivers as you moan out Suguru's name unintelligibly, the ball-gag stopping you from forming coherent sentences. You feel a wave of pleasure coming and then, just as suddenly as the cube had come alive, it dies, leaving you on the edge, helpless and slick and frustrated from being denied release.

//

Geto Suguru absolutely can not wait to get back home to you. He watches you through a curse, a little eyeball, he's placed in the corner of his room. He struggles to keep still and loses patience in all his meetings. He wants them to get over as soon as possible so he can focus on you. He finishes mission reports and some pending tasks as he watches you struggling and squirming, wet and waiting. His cock twitches at the absolutely stunning sight of you, wriggling on the floor, helpless and vulnerable.

//

//

You don't know how many hours it has been. All you know is that it's the 12th time that the small cube has come alive and you can't take it anymore. The threads of the ropes are wet and cold, the futon is completely ruined, you're hot and extremely bothered. Your thighs are sticky and slick. You need to cum. You can't take the teasing, the absolute relentlessness of this thing that's refusing to let you cum. You're not in an elegant stance anymore, either. Suguru, without even being here with you, has made you fall face-first into the futon, your back arched so your hips are in the air. You're uncomfortable and all you can think about is Getou's cock buried deep inside your throbbing cunt. Your hair has almost come undone and strands stick to your breasts. Your jaw aches and your neck and chin are covered in drool. You're focused on your release. You'll definitely get there before this damned thing shuts off again. But, you know that's wishful thinking.

'This is getting out of hand,' you think as you feel tears dripping down your flushed cheeks. You try to get a sense of balance but you're so disoriented that you can't think anymore. You breathe heavily and are about to close your eyes when you hear the low buzz of the vibrator again. You're grunt and moan and your entire body buckles again and again. In all your frenzy, you don't realise when Getou comes back and quietly sits on the floor behind you.

When the vibrator stops, you scream an unintelligible, "No, please!!" and drop face-first on the futon again. Your laboured breath makes it hard to concentrate on anything. When you finally calm down, you feel his presence. You look back and see his kimono loosly wrapped around his waist, the sleeves are halfway off his shoulders as he gently strokes his cock, already rock-hard and glistening. He watches you intently. You let out a sigh of relief and arch your back to let him know he can use you anytime. Amused and greedy at once, he pulls you to himself, and unclamps the ball gag. He shoves his cock in your mouth, grabs your hair, and maneuvers your head just the way you like it. He moans and grunts out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He's extremely vocal today and this is new.

He suddenly stops and kisses your mouth hard.

“Such a pretty babe today. Eh? You look stunning.”

"Su..Suguru, pl..please fuck me. Please. Please. Please." You break down, you can't bring yourself to speak coherently. You start to lower your head so you can taste his cock - anything to have him inside you - but he pulls your hair hard and stops you.

He pushes you back and makes you lie down. He carefully unties only the knots near your inner thighs. His cool fingers give you shivers. He cups your nipples with his mouth and licks, nibbles, and bites his way down to your clit.

“Who are you so fucking wet for?”

“Suguru! You!”

“Yeah?"

“Uhun, please, just please, take me already."

“Yeah? How?"

“Suguru, I am begging you. I cant-"

Getou comes back up in a flash. He squeezes your face with his hand and roars, “I asked, how?"

You're crying again and he can't stop thinking how gorgeous you look, sweaty and flushed, begging for his cock.

You take a sharp intake of breath and say, “Getou I want you.”

He raises his eyebrows but doesn't let your face go.

“I want you inside me, I want your cock inside me. I'm throbbing and dripping and so ready for you. Just for you. For you to use and love and fuck. Please Daddy." you say, in a trembling voice.

Suguru lets go of your face and removes his kimono. He's naked underneath. He can't believe he gets to ruin a goddess like you. He starts to lightly flutter his tongue across your swollen clit. You're trembling and it doesn't take long for your whimpering to turn into screaming. You're so close to cumming, finally! Your eyes roll back as you feel his long and thin tongue lapping up your wetness. He licks it like a fucking dog before kissing it sweetly and moves back, leaving you on the edge again and you have such a violent reaction that he lets out a strong grunt.

You've never felt so helpless before. You realise that he's enjoying himself a bit too much seeing you struggle, at your body so bent before him. You're sobbing now, and he hovers over you.

“You're making me lose it with all this begging and squirming, baby," he whispers and thrusts into you in one deep stroke. You immediately bite his neck hard and moan deep into it. Clenching around his cock hard, you take in as much of him as you can. His touch on your arms and lower back is electrifying but he soon holds the ropes around you for leverage. He moves in a quick pace and it doesn't take you long to gush around him, giving him a cumsleeve that he bends down to look at. Your release is so so sweet, your toes are curled, your calves are flexed, your back is arched, and your teeth have left Suguru's neck with spots of blood.

“Please...do..don't stop, Daddy,”

“I won't baby, you've been so good. We've got all night.”

“Night?! How long were ...uhh..were you gone?” You pant.

“6 hours."

Suguru looks at himself moving in and out of your plump cunt as his long hair tickles your breasts. It makes his cock twitch and harder inside of you. He pushes your knees back and the ropes dig into your lower back. He grabs your hair and bends your head to your stomach.

“Look at me moving in and out of you.”

The sight turns you on even more. You didn't know that getting so hot amd bothered was even possible. It seems like you've been cumming for a while now and you're overstimulated.

Suguru pulls out. You gasp and your head rolls back. He turns you around and spends a moment to admire his rope-work, and, of course, your plump and throbbing slick cunt that he's going to fuck again.

“Look at how gorgeous you are," he gently holds your chin and pulls it up. You can see yourself, your face is flushed a deep red and you're bruised everywhere. Suguru towers behind you, holding his cock that's glistening with your cum. You can't believe how good he makes you feel. You wiggle your hips at him, inviting him.

He positions his cock to enter you but starts to rub it on your clit instead. Sensitive from all the edging before, your clit blooms from the rubbing and the warmth. You moan.

"Fuck, I love how noisy your cunt gets."

“Oh, oh, please don't stop. Let me cum all over your cock again."

Suguru bites his lip and doesn't take his eyes off you in the mirror. He can't help but admire how sexy you sound and look. He continues to rub his cock slow but hard against you and you collapse on the futon again, cumming. You've squirted all over the base of his cock and stomach and your screams are drown out everything else.

”Such a good girl. Cumming all over Daddy like that."

He thrusts his cock inside of your swollen cunt and continues to move inside you for what seems like an eternity.

"Daddy's gonna paint you so pretty, love," he whispers as he pulls out, grunts, and cums all over your back, on the ropes, in your hair.

He collapses on your side and looks up at the ceiling and then at you. He's out of breath as he gently plays with his drained cock.

You're completely spent and about to pass out when you feel him untying all the knots quickly. His face is tinted with concern. When you're finally free from the ropes, he tries to massage you lightly and helps you lie down properly. He brings you a bottle of water right away and kisses your forehead.

“I'll run you bath, princess. And then I'll get you something to eat. Okay?"

"Hmm," is all you can manage.

You hear the bath running and he comes back, picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. He bathes you and shampoos your hair, kissing you everywhere with sweet pecks. When you're both finally in bed, you snuggle up close to him and dare to ask -

"When will you tie me up next?"

[alreadyblondenow]

6:19 pm make up sex with Haechan (M)

“I caught them kissing at the back of the building! Can you believe that? We’ve only been together for two months and now that his long time crush suddenly had interest with his dick he’s going to do this to me?” Two weeks is still not enough to forgive Haechan and forget what he did. Now you rant to your room mate Wendy everyday, about what Haechan did to you.

“This again? You never let him explain. I still think It’s a huge misunderstanding” you scoff and buried yourself to your comfortable bed with only your oversized shirt and panties on. “You sure you’re not coming?” Wendy asks.

“Nope. I have this paper that’s due tomorrow I’ll finish it tonight. Just getting some shut eye before I pull an all nighter” Wendy closed the lights before she left and promised to bring you coffee when she gets back.

After an hour, you feel like staying in bed more and decided to face your paper after getting more sleep. To your surprise, you heard the door beep and didn’t even wonder looking who it is because you can smell the fresh aroma of your favorite coffee. “Back so soon, Wendy?” You asks, voice raspy, eyes still closed.

“It’s me” You turn around and face Haechan holding your favorite coffee and looking handsome as always. “Get out, I need to sleep” but he didn’t take no for an answer this time. It’s time for you to hear him out, he misses you so much already. Forcing himself to you is something risky, he knew that but you leave him no choice.

He removed his shoes and lay in bed with you, getting under your thick covers and hugging you on your side tightly. “She kissed me. I did not kiss her back” he explained.

Thinking again about what you saw, maybe he’s telling the truth. And maybe the girl just wanted to get in between you and Haechan. Anyway, you shrugged it off and continue giving him a hard time “Well you don’t look sorry enough” you rolled your eyes on him and turned your back again pulling the thick cover just above your shoulder.

“I know you thought about me cheating or something because she’s my crush for almost four years, but you have to understand” he came closer to your ear and nibbles your earlobe, “Im so in love with you” He let out a big heavy sigh when you nudge him, “If you leave me because of her, I will never let that pass because theres nothing going on. I will continue to ask for forgiveness” you felt him pat your hair, and hugged you again. This time he pulls you closer to his him on the other side of bed. Your back against his chest feeling his hot breath on your skin.

His lips are touching your neck and you don’t know why you let him. It tickles you and it made you giggle involuntarily, you want to push him away but he feels warm. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, kissing and whispering ‘i miss you’ and ‘i love you’ over and over again. “Am I forgiven now?” He asks so sweetly, kissing your cheeks. You feel his hand creep around your panties slightly touching the damped area. Teasing your slit by moving his finger up and down gently. “Not even close, Haechan” he pout from your answer.

Of course you didn’t want to go easy on him, you love teasing him for a bit, making him earn his forgiveness. He got up from bed, thinking maybe he’s going to leave already. Fine, you thought. “Lock the door when you leave” but you want him to stay and maybe apologise more.

The moment you felt his warmth under the covers again your heart jumped when you felt his bare legs hover on top of yours. His hands came back playing with your panties and slowly removing it. Without any other words, a finger plays with your folds, teasing and making your pussy wet even more.

This isn’t what you really wanted but theres something with the way he touches you that makes you say ‘yes.’ Lips parted and eyebrows furrow you try not to moan and give him the satisfaction. But to the looks of it you’re loving what Haechan is doing to you.

Now, you’re comfortably laying in bed with Haechan with only one item of clothing. Your shirts. Arms encircled with each other, he somehow made his way in between your legs while kissing you, “How about now? am I forgiven now?” He never stops kissing you, even though you ask for air he never stopped. “not yet” you manage to tell him, he giggle and kisses your exposed collar bones, hands under your shirt gripping your boobs with both hands. “okay” he pinched your nipples making you gasp sharply.

“Were having make up sex?” Haechan nods while rolling your shirt up exposing your boobs. Going back to gripping your boobs, now he’s sucking on your nipples biting them as he pleases until he’s satisfied.

You feel his hard cock poking your pussy, rocking his hips back and forth. Making your head roll back to the fluffy pillows and let out an airy moan, “Ohhh” is all you can manage to say, closing your eyes shut.

He devoured your lips again, feeling his tongue swipe your bottom and upper lip the whole time. You noticed, his lips tastes like your coffee, “you took a sip from my coffee?” You asked in between open mouth kisses. “Mhmm” he lifts up your left leg making your pussy easier to enter, rolling his hips in a steady pace not giving you enough time to get used to the stretch. He never fucked you in this position before.

Haechan fucked you like he missed you, slow and deep but also hard and fast, full of want and lust. This is only your third time having sex with him and he’s not bad for someone inexperienced. Somehow he can make you cry in bed, asking for more if he’s up for it but tonight, you doubt that.

Theres no rush with what’s happening right now, his thrust are fast but you can feel that he’s taking his time with you. You brush away his hair covering his forehead, he looks so handsome when his hair is pushed back. He made you suck his thumb for some time and putting it on your clit making you sensitive and close your legs.

“Baby, open your legs. Don’t you like it?” Haechan’s voice is sexy when he’s out of breath, fucking you and making you go crazy. You try to open your legs but it keeps on closing again whenever he hits a good spot.

“Cant stop closing them, huh? Okay, I got you” there’s his sexy voice again and you wonder what he’s going to do now. To your surprise, he pulls out from you and flipped you on your stomach in one move. “Ass up for me” he whispers behind your ear. You follow what he said, legs spread wide, ass up in the air, face buried on the pillows and back perfectly arched.

He fucking blew cold air on your wet pussy making your legs shake and quiver. “See, you don’t close them anymore” with a devilish grin he’s puts his thumb on your butt whole, “Ah! Fuck, Whats with you today, torturing me” enjoying how he affects you, he swipes his thumb on your cunt, “Haechan what the fuck!” You muffle your whining using the pillows. “I think, you missed having sex with me baby. You’re so sensitive right now” he said before placing both of his hands on your ass.

You feel his cock slowly, going inside you again. Letting you feel how thick his cock is, savouring how tight your walls are. You don’t see it but Haechen’s eyes are closed shut, mouth parted with the shape of ‘o’, head rolled back because you feel so good.

Slowly fucking you from behind, his left hand found your clit again. “Baby, too much” you try to get away from his touch but his thrust are in control. “But your legs are not closing anymore baby, just take it” he mocks you.

In a matter of minutes, you came before Haechan does. Heavy breaths against the pillow with a little bit of spit on it. He pulls out and pumped his cum on your ass letting the cum drip on the sheets. You two finally rest and relaxed on the mattress to catch your breath.

“Am I forgiven now?” He removed all the hair covering your face, “Im trying so hard if you haven’t noticed” he looks hopeless, how can he be like this after making you feel good. Truth be told the two weeks you���ve been apart from each other was really hard, you never want to do it again. You hugged him and showered him with kisses, now its your turn on covering his face with spit. “you’re long forgiven baby” he smiled at you sweetly like always and bear hugs you with both arms. Happy that all is well again between the two of you.

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[cagestark]

Starker Drabble pls ??? the first time their son/daughter sleep through the night Peter or Tony cant help but go check anyway to see if they are alright

As a mom, this prompt hit me right in the feels omg lmao. Thank you!

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“Tony.” 

Tony hums, more than half-asleep even though it’s movie night, even though they had promised to spend time together as a couple after Morgan went to sleep. Reaching out with one hand, Tony searches for Peter’s own, ears picking up the scene on the television: blasters and lightsabers. Fuck, he’s missed half the movie.

“Morgan isn’t breathing.” 

His eyes open, unseeing. The terror is visceral, like a knife to his chest. He sits up so quickly that his head spins, taking in Peter’s face lit up by the light of the baby monitor they’d installed in Morgan’s nursery. Even in the blue-tinged light, Peter looks pale and terrified, eyes wide as moons as he stares down at their daughter. 

“FRIDAY!” 

“Morgan is breathing boss. Respiration rate is 42 breaths a minute which is within normal range. Heart rate is 130 beats a minute, also—”

“But look at her, Tony!” Peter thrusts the monitor under Tony’s face, the glow burning his eyes. “Look at her! She’s not moving.” 

Tony’s heart still hasn’t slowed—God, he thinks, is there anything more terrifying than hearing that your child isn’t breathing? If there’d been any doubt that the parental instinct wouldn’t develop in him, it was long gone, chased away by his thundering pulse. He looks down at the sleeping bundle, so tiny in a crib she has yet to grow into. He squints. It’s hard to tell over the poor quality of the monitor (fuck this, he’s going to have to design one of his own, forget trying to appease whoever had bought this for them as a gift at the baby shower). Is her chest rising and falling with the rapid breaths of a newborn? 

It’s impossible to tell. But— “You know FRIDAY watches her, Pete,” Tony says. “Who are you going to trust, a screen with the quality of a 2006 flip-phone, or the most advanced digital assistant in the Western Hemisphere?” 

“I trust my eyes,” Peter says. They’re bloodshot eyes. Exhausted ones, one full of tears. Getting Morgan’s sleep cycles on a normal circadian rhythm had taken a toll on both of them, but especially on Peter who was sensitive enough to hear Morgan rolling and whining even through the walls. 

“Alright,” Tony soothes. “Then let’s go in there and check. That’s the only way to be sure, isn’t it?” 

The look Peter gives him is scathing. “I don’t want to wake her, Tony! She’s only been asleep for three hours—” 

Tony doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He buries his face in his hands lest he laugh and hurt his husband’s feelings, but Peter must see the way his shoulders shake because the younger man delivers a modest push to Tony’s shoulder. 

“I’m serious!” Peter laments.

“What do you want me to do, Pete? I’m—” 

A cry from the next room startles them both. Peter’s whole body goes lax with relief, and Tony feels his heart clench. What an asshole he is, when Peter’s fear (even as illogical as it is) is so painfully real. But the younger man stands, knuckles rubbing away the tears that had filled his eyes. “You sit,” Peter says tenderly. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got her.” 

Tony sags back into the sofa cushion. “Call if you need backup.” 

But instead of sleeping, he sits, face lit by the monitor, watching his husband rock back and forth in the sweetest slow-dance with their daughter cradled in his arms. And he decides that some moments are more important than sleep. 

[bigolyikesthings]

A sex expert- a sexpert, if you will

((shoutout to the anon that wanted first time smut. I’m not super sure if this is what you wanted, but this is how it wound up. Obviously this is smut, but theres also some soft. Just a little.))

It had been a wonderful evening. You had ordered pizza and Beetlejuice had scared the pizza boy into leaving it for free (or at least he thought he had. In reality you had already paid online, but it was nice to see him happy). The two of you had sat and enjoyed your meal while half watching some netflix original and throwing pillows at each other on occasion. Of course, Bj was dead and didn't need to eat. But the act was still enjoyable and his tastebuds still worked, so he enjoyed the pizza regardless.

There was a nervous energy to the air but only you knew why. Unbeknownst to Beetlejuice, tonight would be the night. You two had transitioned from friends to lovers a few weeks ago after a few unspoken thoughts were said. So far it had been steady and gentle, he knew you didn't have a heap of experience under your belt. So far then relationship mostly involved making out and cuddling on the couch. Of course, occasionally a hand may wander, but never anything more than a brief smack or grab. But you had decided earlier today that enough was enough. Thinking about him made you want to grind into any nearby surface and you were beyond sure he felt the same. So tonight would be the night Beetlejuice would fuck you senseless. Assuming he agreed. Which, lets be honest, he probably would. You'd engaged in some more raunchy activities in the past. Clumsy touches and the occasional attempt at oral one way or the other, but sex itself was something you were yet to explore. And trying it out for the first time with the ghost with the most didn't seem like a bad idea at all. At some point in the movie, who really gives a shit where, you reached over to Bj, running a hand from his knee to his thigh, ending with a quick squeeze. This act alone was enough to steal his entire attention. Your same hand then reached for his, holding it and stroking the knuckles for just a second while you made silent eye contact, before standing up. Closing your laptop with your free hand, you kept a hold of Beej in the other. Turning, he was dragged to follow you. "What's up babes? You tired already? The movie was pretty shit i guess, but we could've just changed it." You didn't say a word as you continued to pull him towards your bedroom, which had sooner become both your bedrooms now that he slept next to you most nights. You were amazed your resolve had lasted this long given the amount of times you woke to his boner against your ass, but then again, you were nervous. He was a demon. Mr sex positive and seemingly always ready to bone, knowing everyone else in the room probably would be too, simply because he was there. And you were someone who had barely given a blowjob once and that was frankly an embarrassing nightmare you'd rather forget. Closing the door you gestured for Bj to sit on the bed, not quite making eye contact. By now he could feel the nervous energy and he was starting to feel it too given the light blue starting to fade into streaks of his hair. "Babes, is everything okay?" You ignored his comment as you moved to urge him further up the bed, finally straddling him. You should feel elated, you should feel sexy, sitting over this snack of a demon, but all you felt was nerves and worry. You tried for sultry eye contact for a few seconds but quickly caved, instead electing to lean in and bury your face in his shoulder in shame. "Beej, I want us to... I want you to..." "What is it babe? For all my amazing skills, i cant read minds. What do you want?" he stroked the back of your head while chuckling at your adorable nervous behaviour. He'd worked out what you were trying to do, but knew it was important you say it yourself. Plus it was cute to see you so flustered. " I, well, I want us to have sex. But i get if you don't want to. I mean I'm pretty inexperienced and that must be annoying and if you don't want to we really don't have to but you're really hot and i really want you to fuck me if you do want to but i mean you dont have to." you barely raised your head from his shoulder to speed mumble your jumbled thoughts at him. And then you froze while he hmmed about it. Taking one hand, that had lowered itself to stroking your back, he placed it on his jaw and scratched his face, contemplating what you asked him. From your perspective he was mocking you and drawing your confession out. From his perspective he was memorizing you essentially begging for it and storing that away for any future where you were away for an extended period of time. "Well, because you asked so nicely..." he took your jaw in his hands, pulling from his shoulder to meet his eyes. Pausing for just a moment, with a smirk causing his eyes to sparkle, he pulled you to him. The kiss was passionate and conveyed that he was more than ready to give you everything you wanted and more. At first, everything was grabbing hands and clashing teeth. A fight for dominance led to you losing the battle, laying on the bed in only your underwear after Beej had dragged your pants slowly down your thighs and nigh on ripped your shirt trying to get it off. He was down to boxers and an open shirt, meaning you had full access to stroke and squeeze his sides. This ferocity was great and nearly led you to forget your nervousness until you felt calloused fingers at the elastic of your underwear. This move caused you to jump and freeze. Only slightly. But it was enough for Beetlejuice to notice. "Hey, hey, look at me babes." he pulled his lips from your neck to look you in the eyes. "Is this what you want? I get it if this is as far as you want to go. We can pause here and enjoy ourselves as we are. I know I'm having fun." and he leaned down to lick a wide stripe across your nipple, briefly sucking as he heard your whine in response. "But we can always go further later. I just want you to feel good, okay?" You looked in his eyes and behind them mischievous glint there was genuine concern. First times are important and he wanted to make sure you enjoyed yours. "I'm... I'm okay. I'm way better than okay." you ran your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, lightly scratching to comfort him when he looked doubtful at your words. "I'm just super nervous. You know this is basically new territory for me. But, i want this, i really do. Just, please, go slow okay?" At this he blinked slowly and smiled. He leaned forward to kiss you softly, and before you could even get a good taste he had moved south, his lips leaving a trail of saliva in their path. By the time he reached your underwear, you were starting to feel a nice warmth over you, his care evident. But you gasped feeling a tongue stripe up your panties. "Gotta make sure you're good and ready babes. Can never do with enough lube if you know what I'm saying." he held eye contact until you gave a faint not, and just like that your undies were gone and in their place was Beetlejuices tongue and lips and stubble. And holy shit. You knew he was good with his mouth, his kisses had showcased that talent already. But this was on a whole other level. He knew exactly where to lick and suck and lightly bite just after a few moments of getting to know you down there. And he was quite enjoying himself too, proud that you were having such a wonderful experience bought on by him and only him. It was certainly wonderful if you were now hesitantly rocking your hips up, trying for more but being scared to take it. In encouragement of your new found boldness, Bj reached one of his hands under you, grabbing hold of your ass and hoisting you closer to his mouth, and the other taking your fist balled in the sheets and placing it on the back of his head. You took direction well and gripped a hold of his hair, knowing from past make outs that this was generally a good move. "Fuck babes you're a natural" he muttered between your thighs, the vibration feeling like magic. Soon enough a finger was added, and then another. With encouraging vibrations from Bj such as "Cum on babes, cum on my tongue, let me get a taste of you." and "Please baby, I have to see what you look like when you cum." you were quick to finish, following his orders and unconsciously pulling him in close when you finished, covering your face with one arm. His head emerged from your thighs after one final long lick, and his grin was chesire-like. " Fuck baby. You can bet your tasty ass we're doing that again, but for now, how do you feel? You ready for the main event?" It took you a moment to come back to reality, but the sight of him licking his fingers was enough to remind you where you were and what was happening. You were ready, you were so goddamn ready. But somehow, you were still nervous. What if you did something wrong. What if you sounded weird, or felt weird, or you weren't good? Just moments after being on cloud nine, you were panicking again. And Bj could see it in the way your eyes avoided his and your arms crossed over your chest, legs slowly trying to close despite him purposefully staying in the way. "Baby, look at me. What are you all in your head about? I just got you out of there, don't climb back in." he placed light kisses on your forehead and cheeks, leaning in but still remaining firmly between your legs. "What if I'm not good?" you whispered, hating having to voice your thoughts. At this he let out a light chuckle that slowly built to full blown laughter. Only when you smacked his shoulder did he remember the sensitive situation. "I'm sorry baby. Look. I am willing to bet my undead life on the fact that you will feel and be amazing. I'm already addicted and we've barely started. Buuuut. If you do suck, which I'm not saying you will - and I'm hoping in the future you will, wheyey-but if you do suck, then that just means we have to practice right? Keep going till you're good?" his smile had started off genuine and had only grown cheekier the longer he talked. "Same as before babes, if you want to call it, I'm happy to pack my suitcases and head back down south or we can just cuddle if you like. But I will have to go and sort myself out in the bathroom if that's the case, coz babe you've got me rock hard. And i will do that, i will jerk off in the bathroom and come back to cuddle you because I care. Right now is all about going as far as you want and not a toe further. It's completely up to you." His speech earned him a few more smacks to the shoulder, but you could tell that despite the gross comments he was being genuine. And that knowledge that at the second you wanted it to end, the second it became too much, that he would stop? That was enough to push you over the edge. "Beetlejuice?" at the mention of his full name he returned from your neck where he'd been hiding while you thought, to now look you in the eyes. Using his name in full usually meant you meant business. "I want this. And i want you to..." you blushed at this. You thought you could be bold and make a hard statement like before about wanting him to fuck you, but now he was right there and watching you. And his stubble was still slightly shiny. "Yeeeees?" he dragged out, knowing what you were trying to do and savouring your embarrassment. "I want you to... I  need you to..." You want me to what exactly? I'm like a genie babes, you gotta tell me what you want for your wishes to come true." " Oh screw you Lawrence, I want you to fuck me, okay? " " Oh fuck yeah babes, one romantic plowing coming right up." At this point Bj had become a tightly wound spring and saying his first name was enough to make him snap. Before you could even smack his shoulder for the final time, his cock was at your entrance, him taking just a moment to smirk at you and receive an almost begrudging nod before sliding straight in. You were wet enough that it was an easy job to get in to the hilt straight away, balls resting against your ass. All you could do was breathe. It felt great but odd and you needed just a moment. Beej leaned in for a soft kiss to your lips before asking "ready babes?" and you muttered an mmhmm. He started off gentle, easing in and out, but that pace grew to be too little too slow for both of you. When your hips began meeting his, that was when Bj took it as a sign to roughen up just a little. Just so you could get a taste of the future to come. The pace wasn't punishing but it was hard, and it wasn't long before you were struggling to keep up. In an effort to still contribute, you resorted to mouthing and biting at his neck, while your hands swapped between pulling his hair and scratching down his back. You knew Bj liked it a little rough, and you were right. Your actions causing him to go harder than even he had anticipated, but nothing too far. It wasn't long before the two of you were essentially babbling broken praises and moans at each other. And the second Beej took his thumb and brushed it over your clit was all the stimulation you needed to cum for the second time. However when you tried to cover your face again, a hand reached and pinned your arm above your head. Bjs eyes locking with yours as you moaned up and at him. And seeing you, eyes glazed over and listening to you swap between crying Beetejuice and Lawrence was enough for him to lose it. The reality was better than any fantasy he could've imagined. He came inside, mirroring your act of moaning your partners name. And despite being fairly fucked out, the sight did manage to turn you on a fair bit. This sex demon who could lay with whoever he wanted was not only with you but was crying out for you. And rutting out his final few drops cum into you. Once he had finished, Bj was slow to remove himself from you, missing the warmth already. He lay on top of you, not using his full weight, but definitely making sure you felt him covering you. "Soo... You definitely don't need practice." he stressed the 'need' while making side eyes at you, "buut, it couldn't hurt to have it anyway. In fact, as a sex expert, a sexpert, i would recommend practicing as often as possible." You both let out a breathless laugh at this, knowing future practice would definitely come. "So how was it?" this time his tone was far more genuine. "Thank you. It was perfect. Mr sexpert." you offered him a kiss on the cheek. He cheered himself and his doctorate of fuckery as you went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, waving away his offers to come help given his phd in aftercare. When you returned, he had a retrieved a glass of water and arranged the blankets into a nice nest for you to tuck into. Once comfortably inside and tucked up against him you began to drift off to sleep. "Thank you for letting me be the one." Bj whispered into your ear. "I wouldn't have it any other way beetle."

[taronfanfic]

Fast Forward

Chapter 21

A steamy, romantic, champagne fuelled hot tub was bound to get a bit handsy. You had to make things up to Taron and he didn’t seem surprised in the slightest when your fingers delved beneath the waistband of his swimming shorts. His semi soon became rock hard at your touch, slowly working down to his balls and then rubbing your thumb over his tip. He didn’t even try to hide his grin, just relaxed back smugly and let you see how much he was enjoying it. Your other hand caressed over his chest and shoulder, up to the back of his neck as you kissed him and into the back of his hair as you started to whisper filth into his ear.

“You feel so big, it’s making me throb for you.” Taron responded instantly, dropping his arms from the sides of the hot tub back into the water so his hands could take hold of your waist and move you to straddle over his thighs. “You like that?” You hummed back as you tugged his shorts lower and set him free. There was only a hungry kiss in response as his hands dropped to squeeze your bum.

“I really want to, but we can’t, not in here.” He looked over his shoulder to see the bistro chairs left on the other side of the balcony and then back into your eyes.

“You want me to ride you on one of those chairs? Out here in the open?... Or I could bend over the railing and you can take me from behind?” Even suggesting your ideas out loud was turning you on and you knew Taron could feel you tensing your thighs in excitement.

“Fucking hell, yes. It’ll be cold but if you keep talking like that it won’t take long.”

“Come on then.” You smirked and then giggled as you stood up from Taron and climbed out the hot tub, rushing over to the edge of the balcony and then leaning out to check that no one else could see you from either side. Once you’d seen it was all clear you flattened out your back and left your arse up for Taron, feeling his fingers tug your bikini to one side. “Pull them down, halfway down my thighs so I can feel everything.”

“Jesus this is hot.” Taron commented under his breath as he followed your instructions and was then quick to push himself into you and feel your warmth surround his erection. He wasted no time, thrusting hard and fast as he held onto your hips and had you rocking with him.

“Oh, yes! Fuck. Yeah!” You cried out as every move Taron made felt incredible. He didn’t let up the pace, panting heavily behind you as his eyes were fixed to the sight of his hips slamming against your arse. You wanted to be able to take a moment to look up, to look out into the forest and remember where you were, what you were doing and how fucking good it felt, but Taron never gave you chance. This was a quickie for sure. There had been so much pent up tension between you, mostly anger and frustration but getting to release it like this was the best possible outcome for both of you. Your orgasm rushed through your body, hitting you hard and fast, and leaving you breathless. Taron lost it just after you did, spilling out in such a rush that drips landed on the decking between your feet.

“Fucking hell, we’re good.” He sighed as he supported you into an upright position against his warm chest and then pulled your bikini back up into place. “We’re definitely having sex again tonight.”

“It’s our anniversary, we’re having sex all night.”

“But we’ve got a romantic dinner to get through first so hold those naughty thoughts.” He left a kiss to your cheek before wrapping one of the large, soft towels around your shoulders and leading you inside.

You started to fill the roll top bath, adding in the complimentary bubbles and then noticed Taron watching you from the doorway through to the bedroom. An offer for him to join you was made but he declined it, preferring to admire you as you stripped bare and relaxed back into the warm water with a sigh.

“Still not tempting?”

“I was thinking I could have a shower instead.” His eyebrow cocked to the walk in shower at the end of the bath and you nodded in agreement as you realised you’d have the perfect view of him whilst he was in there. There was no need to be subtle either as you took in every inch of his skin. Watching his shoulder blades as he rubbed the shampoo suds over his hair, then taking in his chest as he turned around beneath the falling water. He caught your eye contact for a second and then smiled as he saw you look down his body to his cock, his hand deliberately stroking down his length a few times as he watched you watching him. You were in heaven. You considered getting yourself off in the bath but decided to hold onto the feelings of arousal for the rest of the night, knowing something amazing would come of it in a matter of hours. Taron appeared to do the same, resisting his semi and reaching for the soap for distraction. The rewards would be worth it.

You smiled up to your boyfriend as he offered out his hand to help you out of the bath. The thirsty kiss he left to your lips could easily have led you straight into bed, but instead you wrapped a fresh towel around his hips and sent him on his way.

“Stop tempting me, I need to be hungry not horny.”

Having taken a minute to compose yourself you walked into the bedroom to find Taron in a black pair of boxers, only now unpacking one of the weekend bags he’d brought. Your new dress was hanging on the wardrobe door.

“Y’know I was quite concerned by what you might have packed, seeing as you did most of it in the dark. These are a cute touch though.” You nudged your toe against your favourite pair of silver heels, the ones you’d worn on your first proper date with Taron, which were waiting at the foot of the bed. “So do I get any underwear or am I going commando to dinner?”

“Like I’d forget my favourite part!” Taron scoffed back as he pulled his chosen pair of knickers out of the bag and threw them at you. “Bras and dresses are a minefield so I did grab a few extras from your drawer, hopefully one of them works?”

“This one’s perfect, so don’t worry.” You reassured him with a kiss to the cheek as you collected the one you wanted. “Let me unpack the rest of this too, you’ve done more than enough today.”

“Nah-ah. Bags are off-limits all weekend for you.”

“Why? What are you hiding in there?”

“Things for tomorrow!” Taron replied innocently whilst folding his arms across his chest.

“What did we say? No more secrets, no more surprises... So what’s in the bag?”

“Argh, fine…Coats, umbrellas, wellies and your beanie too. But it might be too windy for the umbrellas so we’ll see… Go on, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He added as you looked back to him with confusion.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, I’m just wondering why that was being kept as a surprise? I saw the map of the grounds earlier and that there was a woodland walk that leads down to the coast. I was going to suggest it tomorrow if you’d not booked us in for something else at the spa.”

“Oh. Well that’s good then… apart from the weather looking crap for tomorrow.”

“Stop trying to make everything perfect!” You teased him lovingly, reaching out for his arm and stroking his soft skin. “Whatever happens, whatever the weather does, I don’t mind one bit as long as I’m with you so stop over-thinking all of this. Why don’t you grab a few of those little bottles of gin from the kitchen and bring them back in here so we can have a drink whilst we get ready?”

“Alright, sounds good. Sorry for stressing.” His face softened as he leaned in to kiss you quickly. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

A glass of gin and tonic was placed next to your makeup brushes a few minutes later and you spotted Taron relaxing back on the bed, still wearing only his boxers. He had an ipad in his hands and was reading the screen closely.

“We need to select what we want for breakfast in the morning. There’s this hatch thing by the front door and they deliver it to us so we can have it in bed, or on the balcony if it’s sunny.”

“That’s such a good idea! What can we pick from?”

“Absolutely everything. Croissants, toast, eggs, full English, waffles, pancakes, fruit, bread and hams, bagels… it’s never ending!”

“Wow,” You spun around on your chair to face Taron. “Get a selection then? I don’t know what I’m going to want… might depend on how much of an appetite I’ve worked up over night.”

“Naughty.” Taron sniggered. “I’m ordering the unhealthy things seeing as we’re only here for one night. I’ve also booked us a lift back up to the main house for dinner in 15 minutes so we’d better get a move on.”

You gently curled your last strands of hair, wriggled your little black dress up over your hips and secured the ankle straps of your silver heels before standing in front of the full length mirror to check you’d not missed something. Taron appeared in the view behind you, a crisp white shirt tucked into his navy suit trousers but with the top two buttons left undone and the sleeves neatly turned up to his elbows. He caught you admiring his reflection and stepped in behind you, his hands naturally resting on the sides of your hips, and nose burying in against your neck so he could inhale the sweet scent of your favourite perfume.

“Gorgeous,” He whispered. “Utterly gorgeous.”

You grabbed your jackets on the way out and walked hand in hand down the wooden bridge to the awaiting cart, ready to start your anniversary evening together.

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[written-at-sea]

Overshadowed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Request: By��@supernaturalonthecase:  Hey, can I get a bucky x reader? The reader has the power to manipulate shadows but cant control it and the team becomes cold? Happy ending?

Summary: “Hey, look at me. Look at me. You’ll be alright. Just breathe”

Warnings: Angst, Fluff and some swearing

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: So, after a lot longer than I expected it to take, I’m posting this. Thank you again for the request! It was a nice idea to work with, although the title isn’t great, I must admit. Also, the ending is more open than I would have liked, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you so much for the prompt!

Requests open!

It was an evening like any other at the Avengers compound. Bucky wandered into the lounge, drink in hand, to find most of the team there, talking and laughing about various topics. Steve saw him at the door, waving him over to sit with him and Nat. Both of them looked relaxed after a long day of doing nothing, Nat had even let her hair down, which really didn’t happen too often.

“Looking for someone?”, Steve grinned at him, which Bucky acknowledged with a disgruntled look. “She hasn’t come down yet, I think she said she wanted to go swimming before meeting us here”.        

“I’m not going to creep up on her at the pool, thank you very much”, Bucky fell into a seat next to Nat with a heavy sigh. The redhead raised her glass to him as he settled back in his chair. “Hey Nat. It’s a whiskey kinda night, don’t you think?”.  

Nat took a swing from her glass, shooting a sly look at Steve. “Every evening is a whiskey kind of night, Barnes. Even if dear little Stevie doesn’t agree with us there”.  

“Look, I can’t get drunk, so whiskey does nothing for me”, Steve protested, crossing his arms, “It tastes awful”.

“Whatever, Punk”, Bucky shook his head in mock disappointment at his best friend, who simply sighed in exasperation and changed the topic.

Bucky tried not to look around too quickly as he heard the door open, but it was only Wilson. He missed you. He’d wanted to talk to you since this morning, but had found you asleep, curled up on the sofa and looking exhausted from a long night. He hadn’t seen you at all afterwards, though Wanda has assured him that you were fine, just very, very tired. Why you’d stayed up so late though, he didn’t find out.  

Bucky didn’t want to push things, too scared to make you uncomfortable. You were still relatively new to the Avengers, having joined about half a year ago. They had found you after you’d lost control of your powers and caused a practical blackout throughout all of Manhattan. As young as you were, Wanda especially had seen a lot of potential in your abilities and convinced the rest of the team to take you in. Bucky had instantly found you fascinating, but didn’t want to admit any feelings. Making you comfortable and able to work on your strengths was his main focus, and him coming out of left field saying he liked you - a lot - felt wrong.

A light flickered. He didn’t think much of it, continuing to talk to Steve, Nat and Wilson, with occasional (unwanted) input from Stark, until more lamps started to give out. They turned on and off, illuminating the room in flashes, until at once, it all went pitch black.  

Bucky sprang to his feet, voices around him rising in concern and mild panicked confusion. A wave of cold swept the room, making him shiver at the intensity. He couldn’t see anything, not Steve, who was ordering everyone to stay calm, not Nat, who seemed to be searching for something, not Wilson, who was asking loudly what had happened. He was blind, and frozen in place, a single thought forming in his head.  

“It’s a power outage, probably”, Tony was saying somewhere behind him, “Just get me - MIND YOURSELF, that was my foot - JUST GET ME - for fucks sake- FRIDAY!”

“It’s not a power outage”, he heard himself say, “Steve, it’s her”.

A hand reached awkwardly for his shoulder and gripped it tightly. Steves voice low and serious, trying his best to get the situation under control. “Bucky, can you find her? I need to go get Wanda; she’ll have a better idea of what to do”.

“But”, his throat felt tight and anxiety rose inside of him, “Steve, I don’t know if she’ll let me near her-”

“Of course she will”, Nat’s voice interrupted him from beside them, “She trusts you a lot, Barnes. I think any familiar face will do her good”. Something very dimly flashed at him, making hardly any difference in this kind of unnatural darkness. “My flashlight does nothing”, Nat sounded concerned, “It’s almost as bad as Manhattan. Barnes, move, now”.  

He nodded, forgetting that they couldn’t see him and adding a hasty okay. Moving forwards slowly, he tried to remember what direction the door to the corridor was, feeling around him to find halt. His fingers brushed across windows as he ran into something on the floor. Grimacing, he bent down and felt a single step, leading up to something.  

Gingerly, all senses focused and jaw tense, he stepped up and gripped onto a metal surface. Friday suddenly rang in his ears. “Barnes, how can I help?”

“Where am I?”

“At the elevator. Do you wish to proceed upstairs?”  

He breathed out in relief. “Yes. Please take me to [Y/N]’s room, it’s an emergency”.  

“Noted”. He heard the doors open and stumbled forwards blindly until he was sure he was inside. “Proceeding to the third floor”.  

A jolt from under his feet and he felt himself glide upwards, the darkness not wavering. The cold however, was getting worse every second. His fingers were starting to tremble and he wrapped his arms around himself. It had been a pleasant summer evening before this had happened, and he was dressed appropriately.  

Not only the cold was getting to him. The thought of you, scared of yourself, without control, trapped in your room, hit him like a brick. You were still timid with your powers and this couldn’t be good for you in the slightest. Bucky wished he could wrap you in his arms instead and calm you down, assure you that it was all alright. But you wouldn’t want that. He just had to find a way to-

The elevator stopped and he heard the doors open again. “We have arrived. Miss [Y/N]’s room is the first one on the left”, Friday announced, “Do you request help on getting inside?”

“Is- Is it locked?” Bucky asked, shivering properly by now. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he moved his fingers, trying keep himself warm. The cold seemed to be seeping into his skin, chilling him to the bone.  

“Yes. Miss [Y/N] locked it earlier”.

“Open it”. Feeling around him, he focused his senses, carefully moving along the wall. Wood touched his hand and he grasped onto the handle, pushing it down carefully. The door swung open, issuing another blast of cold air. Everything around him became even darker, full of despair, clinging to him almost physically.

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. A sob reached his ear, faint and whimpering, and his stomach dropped. You were somewhere in here, alone and afraid, not knowing what to do. He had to do something, he couldn’t leave you like this, even though everything around him felt like an icy blackness piercing his skin.  

“[Y/N]”, he managed to call out, voice quivering, “[Y/N], are you okay? It’s me, James, shit, I mean-”

“Bucky?”

Your voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, startled and fearful. Something crunched under his foot, glass shards and broken fragments lying on the ground. He swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to locate your voice.  

“It’s all okay, it’s only me, I c-can help you”, the words came stumbling out – he wasn’t thinking straight. It was so cold, freezing him from the inside out and making his teeth chatter. “P-please, [Y/N], are you alright? Where a-are you?”  

Another whimper sounded from around him. You sounded utterly hopeless and helpless and it broke his heart. “Bucky, please, don’t come near me. I’m... I’m going to hurt you-”

“You’re n-not, I promise”. Bucky kept moving forwards, even though every step felt like he was swimming against a current, determined to find you. “I promise y-you won’t hurt me. L-let me help you, [Y/N]”.  

The darkness cleared up around him, and suddenly, he could see you. Curled up against a wall, eyes bloodshot and teary, broken glass around you. His heart stopped and he ran, he raced towards you, falling onto his knees before you, taking your hands into his cold, frozen ones, staring at you in all-consuming worry. He couldn’t control himself, he needed to help you, and to see you like this was pure misery. You didn’t deserve this, looking so scared and forlorn, bottom lip trembling.  

“Shhht, it’s okay, it’s okay, Doll, I’m-”, he didn’t know what he was saying at this point, clasping your hands tightly, just trying to keep himself and you together. He noticed your eyes tearing up again, your chest heaving. 

He felt himself starting to panic, desperate to help you. “Hey, look at me. Look at me. You’ll be alright. Just breathe”. 

You nodded, gulping, staring him in the eye as you tried your best to follow his instructions. “That’s it”, Bucky encouraged you softly, “That’s it. In, Out. One at a time. You’ll be okay”.

It took a single second of you missing the beat and he saw the dread rise in your eyes. Before he could say or do anything, you closed them and let out a loud cry, loosing any sense of reality again. He didn’t think a moment longer, instinctively wrapped his arms around you and pulling you close to him. 

Your head buried itself into the crook of his neck and you started to cry properly, hands trying to find hold at his shoulders. He hugged you tighter, mumbling soothing nothings that he wasn’t even sure you could hear, and just let you cry it out, closing his own eyes. He wanted to hold you, protect you from whatever had caused this, keep you safe and happy. Rocking your bodies back and forth softly, he found solace in his own movements, giving you all the time you needed.  

He hadn’t noticed the cold since seeing you, but as warmth started spreading through his body again, he found himself breathing in deeply. Everything became lighter and you started to calm down in his arms, crying quietening and breathing gradually becoming more steady, until both of you were simply holding each other. Bucky slowly opened his eyes, not moving from your hold.  

It was bright again. The last of the sunlight was falling through the windows, illuminating the room in an orange-golden glow. There were broken pieces of different things scattered around, but you were here, still in his arms, your heartbeat loud and regular. Your hair tickled his face, tears drying on his shirt and neck, your hands clawed into his arms, not afraid of his metal one. He didn’t want to disturb you, gathering yourself, so he simply held on tighter, letting his head drop to rest on your shoulder.

“It’s alright”, he said, voice low and still a little shaken, “It’s all okay. I’m here. It’s all alright...”

“I know”, you whispered, sounding exhausted and husky. Your arms pulled him even closer, pressing yourself against him as if craving warmth and comfort, which Bucky would never refrain from granting you. And if it was the last thing he did. “I know. Just...  

Just don’t let go”.  

[dr-gloom]

26 and 34 for patton x logan? btw youre super fucking good at writing holy hell

oh my thanks

i get nervous about writing smut cause like

im (aro)ace

anyways

26. “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”34. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t ya?”

Send Me An NSFW Prompt

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Logicality

Tags/Warnings: netflix and chill, nsfw, degradation kink? i think that’s what it’s called, rough sex, aftercare

Patton burst into Logan’s room, bouncing on the balls of his feet and in his cat onesie - two things that could only spell trouble for the logical side. Logan set his pen down and turned in his chair to give Patton his attention.

“Logan Logan Logan Logan!” Patton babbled excitedly, “Wanna Netflix And Chill with me?”

Logan’s mind did a record scratch. What?

Out of the many, ever-changing colloquialisms that Roman and Virgil have been attempting to teach Logan, Netflix And Chill was one of the few he understood without a flashcard. The principle that one invited someone to their house under the guise of watching something on Netflix, but both parties knew the intention was sexual intercourse. Logan knew that.

But did Patton?

Patton tilts his head, confused by Logan’s silence. “LoLo?”

Logan looks up at his boyfriend. “Patton, are you aware what ‘Netflix And Chill’ means?”

Patton smiles, waving a hand dismissively. “Of course I do, silly! It means relaxing in bed and cuddling while you watch Netflix!”

Ah, so he doesn’t.

Logan nods, standing and adjusting his tie. “Very well, I will be there momentarily. Your room, I presume?”

Patton laughs at the (most likely) involuntary rhyme and nods. “Yep! And don’t forget to wear your onesie!” Then he sinks out. 

Logan sighs, undressing and setting his clothes on his bed before digging his unicorn onesie out of his dresser and putting it on. Flipping the hood up with a small smile, he sinks out of his room, rising up in Patton’s. He gives himself a moment to get used to the uncomfortable feeling he always gets in Patton’s room before moving to Patton’s bed, where the aforementioned side is already lounging on a pile of pillows, scrolling through Netflix. 

Logan settles next to Patton, who wraps an arm around him and pulls Logan close until the logical side’s back is pressed into his chest. Logan sighs fondly and relaxes into the pillows, watching Patton scroll aimlessly until he finds a movie he thinks the two of them will like, pressing play and settling in behind Logan.

Five minutes into the movie, Logan had to take off his onesie because Patton’s room seemed to be a little too warm for the heat-trapping garment. Patton said he felt fine, so Logan settled back against him in a plain black tee and plaid boxers. Another five minutes pass and Patton’s hands start wandering along Logan’s chest, his hips, his thighs. Logan shrugs it off; Patton is often quite restless (and is a naturally touchy person), so it doesn’t surprise him when Patton lets his hands wander. 

When one of those hands began rubbing at the inside of Logan’s thigh and the other rested on his lower belly, effectively pushing his ass against Patton’s pelvis, Logan began to wonder if it was intentional. Regardless, he doesn’t mention it. Not even when Patton’s light touches and gentle massaging start to turn him on. 

Logan takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the movie, his cock throbbing between his legs. He didn’t want to ruin this time with Patton, didn’t want to bother him when Patton just wanted to cuddle and watch movies. Patton’s hand on his thigh shifts, brushing over his crotch, and Logan sucks in a breath through his teeth. 

Patton hooks his chin over Logan’s shoulder and peers down at him with a smile. He cups Logan through his boxers and Logan bites his lip to stifle a groan. “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” Logan opens his mouth to retort when he feels Patton’s own hard cock against his ass and his breath stutters. Patton grins and grinds against Logan’s ass while he rubs him through his boxers. Logan’s toes curl and he bites his lip, squirming. 

“Patton…”

“What is it, baby?”

Patton’s innocent tone makes Logan want to groan in frustration. He rocks his hips into Patton’s hand. “Must you tease?” Patton laughs lightly and hooks a finger into Logan’s boxers, pulling them down just enough to expose his ass, then pressing his cock between his cheeks and grinding roughly, groaning right in Logan’s ear. 

Fuck, when did Patton unzip his onesie?

But Logan has more pressing matters now, because Patton is pressing his hand into Logan’s abdomen, making him bend in just the right way that Patton is grinding right against him, the tip of his cock teasing at his entrance with every thrust of his hips. Logan knows he’s probably making some rather undignified sounds, rocking his hips between Patton’s hand and his cock, his face heated and lips parted. 

Patton kisses up Logan’s neck, nibbling at his jaw. Logan whines low in his throat, canting his hips. “Patton.” He breathes, almost a plea. Patton hums in question right next to his ear, not ceasing his movements or speeding up, going only fast enough to drive him crazy. “Please,” Logan begs, throwing his pride out the window. And because he knows Patton will ask for clarification just to rub it in, “Please fuck me.” 

He almost cries out in relief when Patton pulls back only to replace his cock with his lubed fingers, dragging them over his entrance before pressing the first one in. Patton takes his time stretching Logan, enjoying hearing the whimpers and moans and broken pleas falling from his mouth. When he finally deems Logan stretched enough, he adjusts him so that he’s face-down on the bed, ass in the air. Logan moves to prop himself up on his elbows, but Patton takes his wrists and pins them behind his back, settling behind him. 

Patton takes in the sight of Logan with his head pressed into the pillows, turned to the side so he can breathe, ass sticking up in the air practically begging to be fucked. He lubes up his cock, stroking it a few times and letting out a little moan before pressing into Logan slowly, not stopping until he’s pressed in to the hilt. Logan pants softly below him, taking the pause to get used to the feeling of Patton inside of him. Patton kisses between his shoulder blades before he starts to move. 

He starts out slow, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in, slowly building a rhythm. When Logan shows no signs of discomfort, only moaning softly in pleasure, Patton starts to speed up until he’s thrusting roughly into Logan, keeping his grip on his arms as he aggressively fucks him. Logan’s moans get progressively louder, trying his best to meet Patton’s thrusts with his limited mobility, crying out on nearly every thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, god, shit, Patton!”

Patton tuts softly, nipping at the skin between his shoulder blades. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t ya? Do you want the others to hear you saying those dirty words while I’m fucking you? They might want to come in here!” 

Logan groans, tightening around Patton’s cock, making him moan in return. “Oh, you dirty little boy. You want them to hear us, don’t you? Want them to come in here and find you with my cock buried in your ass, screaming for me like the slut you are.” Logan lets out a shaky cry, going tense, getting closer and closer to the edge. 

Patton leans over, the new angle driving him deeper into Logan. Logan turns his face into the pillow to muffle his scream as Patton whispers in his ear, “You going to come, slut? Going to lose it while I fuck you with my cock, without even having to touch your dick? Am I fucking you that good?” Logan chants Patton’s name, his cries being muffled by the pillow. “Come on, baby, come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.” Patton slams his hips into Logan and Logan cries out, coming on the sheets under him. Patton follows a few thrusts later, grinding against Logan as he rides out his orgasm. 

Patton takes a moment to catch his breath before he slowly pulls out of Logan, helping him to lay on his side gently. He summons a damp washcloth, cleaning off Logan and himself before zipping up his onesie and massaging Logan’s arms and legs to help him relax. Logan closes his eyes and hums softly, pulling Patton close once he’s done. Patton waves a hand at the sheets, making them clean before cuddling up to Logan.

This was always his favorite part; Logan got so cuddly after sex. 

“Patton.” Logan’s muffled voice speaks up from his chest. 

“Hm?”

“You knew what Netflix And Chill meant, didn’t you?”

Patton giggles. “Mayyybe.”

Logan’s exasperated sigh only makes him laugh harder.

A/N: whoops okay there you have it. Patton’s a top. I actually really like that idea? or maybe I just like the idea of bossy Logan being a bottom lol

also I’m totally buying into that whole “the sides can manipulate any aspect of the mindscape because i dont wanna take the time to write out the after-sex cleaning” thing

[scarlette-joel-writing]

Erased Pt. 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Requested by: Me

Warnings: Langu- you already know.

A/N This is not the end! I know it is going to seem like the end, and if you are content with this ending, you dont have to read further, But I repeat. Not the end. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 Part 10  Part 11

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Bucky’s POV (yea bitches. We are doin it)

I have never been the type of person that could sit around and do nothing. That could sit back and wait for something to be finished. I don’t like feeling helpless and I don’t like being able to do nothing in a situation. It makes me all anxious and weird. I would much rather be doing something that is beneficial to the problem at hand.

But that type of philosophy doesn’t really work in this situation. Especially since everything that is going on is within Y/N’s mind and I definitely do not have the powers that she has. So I am just sitting here, on her bed, holding her hands and waiting for her to wake up.

It has been almost three hours since she went under, and I cant help but wondering if that is normal. She had said that she would need a few hours, but she has never done something this big before. She has never had to take out this many memories. Maybe she underestimated the time she needed.

She actually looks quite peaceful here. Her hair is all sprawled out against her pillows and her one arm is crossed over her stomach while the other one is holding mine. Her face looks peaceful and the only sign that she isn’t actually asleep is the fact that her eyes dart back and forth under her eyelids every once in a while. But apart from that, her body remains completely still.

Doctor Strange has been closely monitoring her vitals from the other side of the bed. Getting up about every 10 minutes to make sure that nothing has changes and that the cooling serum is still working. He had explained the basic premise of the different machines to me and had also explained all of the ways that they could go wrong very quickly if they weren’t closely monitored. I hadn’t cared much for that part of the conversation.

How could she have done this? How could she have risked so much just to save my mind? It would have been easier to just put me under and tried to wait Hydra out. Maybe in 60 or 70 years the organization would fall and then I could be brought back safely then. She didn’t have to go through all of this. Didn’t have to be hooked up to all of these machines, digging around in the memories of 7 billion people just to save me. I am not worth that much.

I pull myself out of my own thoughts and allow myself to look around at her room. She was right. Mine does look dull and boring in comparison to hers. She has a wall of bookshelves on one side, filled to the brim with books of all genres. Her walls are painted navy blue and the room is pretty dark. Some white Christmas lights hung up to give the room a soft glow and a wax warmer that makes the room smell of cherries. But what draws my attention the most is all of the pictures that she has hanging up in her room.

Another wall of her room is dedicated solely to framed pictures that have been hung there. Big pictures and small pictures. Black and white pictures and color pictures. Pictures of her and her friends. Pictures of her when she was younger. Pictures of places that she has gone and things that she has done. There are so many different things. I look through all of them and then my eyes come to rest on one in particular. It is at the very top of the wall and it seems to be new. I squint my eyes to look at it only to realize that it is a picture of me.

Me.

It was at one of the parties that Tony threw a couple months back. Tony had forced me to wear this all black suit that he had gotten tailored for me and so I did. Halfway through the night though I had gotten hot and taken off the jacket and rolled up my sleeves to my elbow. This is what the picture is. It is me standing in front of the bar with my flesh harm holding my jacket over my shoulder while my metal arm is resting in my pocket. At the time, it had seemed like a very normal position, but looking at the picture now, it looks like I was posing for the cover of a magazine.

Why did she take a picture of me? And more importantly why did she hang it on the wall?

“Bucky,” Steve pokes his head into the door of Y/N room and smiles at me, “can you come out here for a minute? We are talking about a new mission coming up and we need your input,” Cap looks down at the bed at Y/N and lets his tough guy demeanor fall for only a split second before he is back into business mode.

Steve had seen a lot of people die in the war. A lot of people with loved ones that never got to come home. And even after the war is over he has still seen a lot of death and destruction. Steve has kind of taken on the idea that things happen and people die but you have to keep moving to make sure that the world gets better. It is an idea that I haven’t fully adopted from him yet.

“I will be right out there,” he nods his head and steps away from the door. I look back down to Y/N to see the fact that she is still. I don’t want her to leave her, but I know that she is in the good hands of the doctor. She will be okay. Soon this will all be over and everything will be okay. At least this part of our lives will be okay.

I slowly slip my hand from hers and stand up from the bed. I check to make sure that everything is fine and that she doesn’t move, and after 30 seconds, I turn and walk away from the room as well. Everyone is situated in Y/N’s living room and they all turn to look at me.

“How is she?” Natasha asks and I can tell that it is the same question that everyone wants to know the answer to.

“She is doing good. Strange says that she is using up a lot of energy but she is staying hydrated and her vitals and body temperature are remaining stable so, she is good,” every one sighs and I have to give a small smile. These people really do care about her.

I know that Y/N wants to believe that they all just treat her like a child for the hell of it, but that really isn’t the case at all. They are just trying to protect her. She is the person on this team with the strongest abilities and it is a priority to keep her safe above all else.

“So, lets get started,” Cap says and I take a seat in the chair on the other side of the table to begin work. But my heart and head isn’t in it. They are still sitting back in Y/N’s room, holding her hand and making sure that I am there when she wakes up.

~

The high-pitched scream that rattles the glass windows comes about an hour and a half later. When all of us have finally gotten super comfortable and are going over the small details of the sting operation taking place in the middle of Afghanistan next week.

Everything goes dead silent for one small second before every single person is on their feet and rushing towards Y/N’s room, where the scream originated from.

Oh god. Something happened. Something happened and she is dying and it is all my fucking fault because I was the one that she was trying to fucking protect and god fucking dammit.

I push my way through the rest of the group until I am standing in the middle of the room, looking at an empty bed. Where the hell did she go? I look to Doctor Strange with wide eyes but he is giving me the same exact expression back. He just shakes his head slightly and points to the bathroom door on the other side of the room.

“Y/N?” I say as I take a step towards the bathroom door. No one else in the group dares to speak a word and no one dares to take a step forward. “Y/N, doll, are you okay?” there is no noise coming from the other side of the door and when I turn the handle, I can feel that it is unlocked. “Y/N, I am gonna come in, okay? I don’t want you to freak out. It is just me,” and then I open the door.

And the sight horrifies me. Y/N is sitting in the corner of the bathroom with her arms wrapped around her knees and rocking back and forth slowly. Her head is buried in her knees and I can see the way that her back rises and falls rapidly with each shaky breath that rings through the bathroom. I quickly block her from the others and close the door behind me as I enter the bathroom. “Y/N.”

“So many memories Bucky,” she lifts her head and I can see the look of fear that she has on her face. The look of a person that has seen everything. “So many thoughts. Everyone talking at once. Everybody talking about everything. No quiet. No silence. So many horrible things and horrible people and horrible memories all locked away in their heads. So many,” she is rambling and I throw all thought to the wind as I run over and scoop her up into my arms. Her arms snake their way around my neck to hold me in a tight grip. Not that I mind at all. This is the girl that risked her sanity to save mine.

“Oh, doll. I am so sorry. I am sorry that you went through that. But you are back now. You are safe. You can shut off the voices now. You don’t have to hear them anymore. It can be silent for as long as you like,” her face nuzzles into my neck and I let the feeling of having her in my arms encompass me. Her breathing slows and when she looks back at me, her eyes are rimmed red with unshed tears.

“The things that those people thought. The memories that they have of you. All strapped to a chair, electricity coursing through your veins to make you forget the person that you were and the things that you knew. The things they made you do. The experiments,” a sob catches in her throat at the thought of what they did and I just wrap my arm around her waist tighter and pull her closer to me once more. “They all had to erased,” her voice wavers and I want so badly to do something to make the sadness go away.

“You didn’t have to do that, doll. You could have just erased the code,” now she has all of those horrible memories in her head. Memories of me that I never wanted her to see. Memories of me as a person that I don’t even really remember.

“No. Now no Hydra member or any other person on this planet knows who the winter soldier is. Now no one on this planet besides you, me, and the team know that you exist or that the code ever existed. And you and I are the only 2 people on the planet that know that code,” she sets her face into a determined line and looks straight at me. “Now you are safe,”

I cant help myself. I lean in and capture her lips with mine quickly. It is a split second decision but I have to admit that it is the best decision that I could have made. Her lips are soft and sweet and when she kisses me back, I can feel my knees go weak underneath me.

Her hands come up to play with my hair and I can feel myself groan into the kiss as I try and pull her impossibly closer to me. We are all tongues and teeth as both me and her try and pour all of our emotions into a kiss. Her hands are moving down to rest on my chest and I am holding onto her hips to make sure that every centimeter between us is gone.

I never knew a kiss could feel like this. Could be so fiery and passionate and send shivers through my spine but still have so much emotion behind it. Still have something real. We stand like that for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other and never wanting to let go, before she finally pulls her face away from mine to breath. I will admit that as soon as her lips are gone, I want them back.

“Please tell me that that wasn’t a one time thing,” she breathes out and I can see the light slowly return back to her eyes. I can see the old Y/N coming back to me. She seems just as confused about what happened but the smile on her face tells me she liked it just as much as I did.

“I hope it wasn’t a one time thing. Because that was phenomenal,” I say and she laughs before she leans back in to give me a slow and lingering kiss that ignites my soul (cliché as hell, I know)

“I should save you more often,”

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[porkchop-ao3]

cop rick/fem!reader nsfw role-play, ya know what I'm sayin'???

I hope you like it :) thanks for the request!

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It was late, and I was driving through the deader-than-usual streets of the Citadel on my way home. Of course, the streets were never completely dead, not even at three in the morning after my nightshift at the 24/7 convenience store; which sold mostly booze at this time of night. I wasn’t particularly tired, having spent the entire day sleeping like I always did before a night shift, I was ready to get home and wait up for Rick, who had been on duty tonight. He wouldn’t get off until six.

I turned down a quiet residential street, not too far from my home, and that’s when flashing blue lights caught my eye in my mirrors. It was the goddamn police, and with a short blast of the siren I was being told to pull over. I checked my speed; I hadn’t been speeding, and I was always a careful driver, I had nothing to hide. So I pulled up at the nearest convenient space, and waited as the officer got out of his own car and approached mine. I rolled down my window, expecting to see a grouchy old Rick, bored and wanting to fuck with someone. Instead, I laughed in delight, grinning up at my Rick.

“Oh, it’s you! Hi baby, I was just-”

“You didn’t use your turn signals back there.” He interrupted me, leaning both hands on the roof of my car as he bent down to peer at me through the window. His expression was unreadable, but he looked me up and down slowly.

“Didn’t I?” I blinked at him, confused. “I was sure I did, I always do.” I wracked my brains, I couldn’t specifically remember using them, but it was second nature, unconscious even.

“You, uh, y-you wanna step out the car for me, sweet- sweetheart.” He asked, pushing away from the car and taking a step back. I stared at him for a while, trying to figure out if I’d got the whole thing wrong and this actually wasn’t my Rick. I was so sure, though… after spending so much time with him I’d picked up on his mannerisms, the subtle differences in his appearance that set him aside from every other Rick on the Citadel. They were all there, it was most definitely him.

“Okay.” I said quietly, pushing the door open and climbing out, he didn’t back away, and I had to move impossibly close to him in order to close the door behind me. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and turned me around, then slid that same hand down my spine, brushing over my backside very lightly.

“I’m gonna have to s-search you. It’s just proc-pr-procedure. Arms out to the side.” He said, and I swear I could hear a grin in his voice now that I had my back to him.

“Yes, officer.” I replied, spreading my arms and legs out for him. His hands were on me, sliding down my sides, lingering on my hips and my backside. It was most definitely a less than professional search, especially when he slide both hands into the back pockets of my pants, squeezing roughly. He exhaled audibly, stepping closer and pressing his chest into my back.

“Sh-should be arresting you for this ass; it’s gotta be illegal.” He whispered, and I laughed quietly, turning my head to look at him. His eyes were hooded and lustful, and I finally realised what this was about.

“Long night, officer?” I purred, pressing my backside against him. He pulled his hands out of my pockets and pushed his groin against me, it was then I realised that he was hard; not even just getting there, but fully hard. Trailing his hands around to my front, he ghosted them over my stomach and over my chest very lightly. It almost tickled.

“Very.” He simply said, suddenly crouching and sliding his hands down each of my legs, bringing them back upwards between my thighs. He rubbed the spots right on the inner parts of my thighs, as close to my core as possible without actually touching. A shaky breath escaped me, and he moved around to my front, still crouching on the ground. I looked down at him as he moved one hand up to cup my crotch over my pants, fingers stroking back and forth with barely any pressure, enough to make me buck into his touch. Warmth flooded me from the waist down, my heart rate skyrocketing.

“Oh God.” I breathed, glancing around the empty street.

Rick broke his stoic character, humming happily and licking his lips. “I’ve been thinking about you all-all night baby. When I saw your car I could-couldn’t resist. Couldn’t wait till after my shift.” He told me, unbuttoning my pants with quick hands. I flung my hands down to stop him, my eyes scanning the area once again.

“Wait, can we… can we at least get in my car or find an alley or something?” I asked, and Rick chuckled, peering up at me.

“Depends, are you gonna ma-make a break for it as soon as I let my guard down? I-I-I still need to write you up for that little indiscretion back there. The law’s the law.” He asked, though he had a playfulness in his eye.

“No, officer. I’ll pay my dues.” I assured him. He reached a hand behind him, pulling out his cuffs and clamping them over my wrists before I had the chance to say anything, my lips parted in surprise, and he held onto the chain between the cuffs as he stood, guiding me along with it. He led us away from the cars and down the street, there was a secluded little spot down a side street lined with garages, a singular streetlight lit up the entrance, but down near the end was bathed in darkness. He took us far enough so that there was just enough light to see what we were doing, and he pinned me up against the wall.

“Maybe I need to do a cavity search, huh?” He asked, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the cliche. He didn’t even crack a smile, so I quickly collected myself.

“Um, if you think that’s necessary, sir.” I nodded, and he seemed to like the name I’d given him. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue pushing past my lips, barely giving me enough time to prepare myself. His kiss was starved; needy and full of want. I moaned quietly, my bound hands moving up to grab hold of his tie. He finished what he’d started out on the street, unfastening my pants and sliding a hand inside. He slid his fingers over my slit, dipping between the folds ever so slightly and coating them in my moisture. He rolled my clit under his index and middle finger a few times before pushing a single digit inside me. He wriggled it around, breaking the kiss to look at me as he did.

“You don’t seem to be sm-smuggling anything up here, but you sure are wet. Breaking the law get- gets you off, does it?” He murmured in a dirty tone, leaning in close, barely giving me space to breathe. Not that I minded.

“Maybe it’s the getting caught that does it.” I said on an exhale, canting my hips towards him as he angled his fingers forwards and brushed over my sweet spot.

“Mmm.” He simply hummed in approval, adding a second finger and thrusting them. He brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing it quickly from side to side.

“Ohhh, mm, fuck.” I sighed, raising up onto my tiptoes and arching my back, pressing ever closer to him. I could hear slick sounds rising from between us, and it was embarrassing how wet this was making me.

“Unbutton that shirt for me, le-let me make sure you aren’t hiding anything under there.” He commanded, and I brought my shaky hands to my own chest, doing what I was told. “Arms up.” He added, and I was as obedient as ever. Rick peppered kisses over my chest, biting and sucking on the exposed parts of my breasts. Eventually he pushed my bra upwards, mouthing my nipples one by one. He swiped his tongue in circles around them, before gently nibbling with his teeth. I shuddered and suppressed a moan that managed to surface as a pathetic squeak.

He moved down my body, lips trailing sweet kisses, his tongue darting out and painting a wet stripe down my stomach as he dropped to his knees in front of me. I was panting heavily at this point, and it only got heavier when he pulled my pants and underwear down completely. Without a word his mouth met my core, those two fingers still buried inside me. His tongue played over my engorged clitoris, applying just the right amount of pressure he knew I liked, flicking it back and forth. His eyes closed in concentration, his fingers giving direct stimulation to my g-spot, working with his tongue to bring me to the brink of orgasm.

It was fast and hit me like a bullet, there was little to no warning before I was coming. My legs shook and I whimpered, rolling my head back against the wall, hands flying down to Rick’s head with a clink of chain. He moaned against me when I pushed his face harder between my legs involuntarily, only letting up the pressure when the sensitivity got too much, and I was flinching away from the assault of his tongue.

“Mmm, that’s it baby. Y-you like that? Didn’t ta-take long, did it?” He chuckled, rising to his feet. I caught my breath, staring at him with a look of need in my eyes. “You know, y-you’ve been real good for me. Maybe we can forget about your little mistake tonight. Wouldn’t that be n-nice?”

“Yes, officer. I’m a good driver, I’ve learned my lesson.” I nodded frantically, bringing my arms down to wrap around his neck, my bound wrists hanging between his shoulder blades.

“Not quite. Y-you gotta keep being a good girl f-for a lit-little while longer.” He said softly, and he reached down to unbutton his pants. He pushed them down around his ankles, exposing his leaking, flushed erection. He was desperately hard, his neglected cock jumping as he pushed his hips forward, rubbing it along my wet slit. He stuttered out incoherent words, rocking against me.

He picked me up suddenly, pinning me against the wall and prompting me to wrap my legs around him. He waited no more time before giving into his desperation and sinking into me. His shoulders hunched and he took a moment to steady himself, breaths coming out shaky and frantic. I could tell just how worked up he was, and I felt my own muscles clench involuntarily around his length in need. He cursed, lifting his head up to look at me.

“Y-you’re so perfect. So fuckin’ good babe-baby.” He told me, then began to move. He thrust into me nice and quick, no warm up needed. I gasped and clutched onto the back of his shirt for dear life, my pussy throbbing and tingling instantly with being filled so perfectly.

Rick was unrelenting yet consistently gentle, and he took the time to press kisses against my neck, sucking and nibbling here and there, whispering words of encouragement to me as he fucked me. Rick had always been a generous lover, making sure that I was enjoying myself just as much as he was regardless of the situation. He angled his hips in such a way that his pubic bone ground into my clit with his motion, and it wasn’t long before I was clenching around him, anticipating a second release.

“Cum for me, beau-beautiful, I wanna f-fe-feel it.” He grunted, picking up the pace. I bounced between him and the wall, my whole body hot and throbbing from the friction that met almost every part of me. My moans grew louder, and in that moment I couldn’t care less that we were out in public and any old Rick or Morty could walk by and hear us. His cock felt too good inside me, curving upward slightly to stimulate my g-spot so I was reduced to a shaking mess of pure, hot pleasure.

“Oh God, Rick I love- I love you.” I called out, my thighs squeezing his hips as he pushed me over the edge, and I pulsed around him through my second orgasm. A strangled groan was torn from him, and I could feel him spilling inside me. He fucked me through our orgasms, gently slowing until he stopped his thrusts completely. He kissed me, it was hungry and it stole my breath. He didn’t stop even when he pulled out of me and lowered me to the ground, bringing his hands up to cup my face.

We were both still breathless when he pulled away, his hooded eyes bored into mine and he chuckled quietly, stroking his thumbs lovingly over my cheeks. He pressed a few more single kisses over my face; the tip of my nose, the corner of my mouth, the curve of my jaw. I closed my eyes and soaked it up, I was a complete junkie for moments of affection from Rick.

“Am- am I still in trouble?” I asked, and he laughed again, pulling back from me. He shook his head and reached for my arms, lifting them up and away from around his neck. He bent down and rummaged in his discarded pant pockets for a key, unlocking the cuffs and rubbing my wrists soothingly, planting a kiss on each one.

“You never re-really were. You did nothing wrong.” He told me with a smirk as he redressed himself. I did the same, regardless of the bodily fluids dripping down my thighs; it wasn’t like I had anything to clean myself up with out here.

“I didn’t think so. I know I’m a good driver.” I smirked back. He leaned in and gave me another peck on the lips once we were both decent, and groaned in disappointment when he pulled back.

“I should probably get back to doing my j-job.” He whispered, and I nodded my head.

“Probably.” I agreed, stroking a hand over his chest. “But if you ever catch me, say, speeding, I would be quite happy for you to pull me over again.” I smiled cheekily.

“Of course. Part of my job is keep-keeping the roads safe. Can’t have y-you jeopardising that.” He smirked, taking my hand and leading us back down the alley and towards our cars. He gave me one last tender kiss, before opening my car door for me. Ever the gentleman. “I’ll see you at home.” He told me once I was settled in, tapping on the roof of the car.

“Looking forward to it.” I smiled, before starting up the car and pulling off.