#i was feeling so so so so crazy and extremely feral it was hard to contain myself

[ramp-it-up]

Answer Love’s Call

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and he fell in love. He is about to propose. But something is off. You need time to come to terms about what this love will mean in the future. And how in the world you will deal with it.

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: Okay, we're at Christmas. 😅 Hey guys. This one is close to my heart. Some of this is very personal to me, as a high functioning person who might be a little bit different. I hope you enjoy this.

This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach VII.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! LOTS of angst, Frumoasa is spiraling, y'all, running away, a sexy ex, jealous, spiraling Bucky, a doctor's visit surprise, Frumoasa realizes she is not nero-typical, a beautiful mountain chalet Christmas, Steve x Peach, extended family, an icicle surprise, and Bucky helps Frumoasa relax, hard. Dom/sub elements, references to bdsm, use of 'Daddy,' oral (m receiving) spanking, anal play, attempted edging, raw p in v, praise kink, breeding kink, yeah. :)

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The day after the gala, you woke up with your head pounding. You were over warm, and your heart was beating fast, although you could hear Bucky’s steady breathing beside you. 

You turned and watched him for a moment, his handsome face relaxed and also, strangely, confident.

He looked so sure, so steady.

But the day before proved that you didn’t necessarily know what was coming next and that made your stomach rumble and twist in knots.

It might have been too much champagne, or it might have been the rollercoaster of emotions from the entire day before.

Your thoughts were all over the place about you and Bucky. Next week, you would be at the cabin in Vermont for the holidays, and he was planning to propose there.

Maybe? Maybe not?

The uncertainty was eating at you. Your mind was swirling.

Bucky stirred, his hand instinctively reaching for you. You let him pull you close, and you kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. 

Your body, as always, responded to him. Hell, the day before you’d practically attacked him. Something about the way he looked lately was making you feral. 

“Morning,” you responded.

He opened those beautiful eyes still heavy with sleep and peered at you through his eyelashes.  

“You good?”

You hesitated. You could tell him, you thought. You could spill every crazy thought running through your mind. But you didn’t

So you gave him the easy answer.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He smiled, content with your answer, and closed his eyes again. 

You two had tumbled into bed after the gala, very much under the influence. If Bucky had been fully awake, he would have noticed that you were not, in fact, good. 

You kissed his forehead and whispered that you were getting up to pee, which earned a grunt, a nod, and side smile.

You went to the kitchen and some tea to soothe your headache and some eggs for your stomach and then sat at the bar and ate, staring out onto the landscape of New York City at Christmastime.

You had time to really sit with your thoughts. You hadn’t lied to Peach. She and Steve were perfect together; and they’d done what felt right, what made sense for them.  

But what they did made you spiral, because in your head you had more time to get used to them really being together. You’d give a million dollars to harness what Peach had, that spontaneity. 

Bucky Barnes pulled that out of you, but right now you were feeling unsafe, out of control.

You were wrapped up in too many feelings: the drug of loving Bucky, the extreme high of sex with him, and then your own anxiety and intrusive thoughts.

Steve and Peach were headed to Atlanta today and then on to Vermont to spend a few days on a mini-moon before everyone arrived on the 23rd. 

Your phone, which had been plugged up on the bar, started to vibrate, and you saw that it was your mother. You also saw that she had called twice before. 

You knew she was calling about Steve and Peach and you just couldn’t do it at the moment.

You silenced the call and then walked through the bedroom into the closet and grabbed one of the expensive luggage pieces that Bucky’d bought you.

Maybe a few days at your place would help you sort things out.

—---

In the middle of packing, you turned to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression pure frustration.

Your eyes skimmed down his bare chest, following the trail of happiness between his pecs and down those abs that you ended up licking the day before, down his delicious belly button to disappear under the waistband of the grey sweats slung low on his hips.

There was more deliciousness in there, of that you were certain.

Suddenly, you wanted to fuck him stupid again, and you wiped the corners of your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling.

“Frumoasa, what’s going on?”

His voice was tight, controlled, but barely.

You shook your head, feeling crazy. You gripped the t-shirt (of his) you’d been packing in your hands.

“I just... I need some time,” you admitted. “Before Vermont.”

His jaw clenched and those eyes blazed. 

“Time for what?”

“To think,” you said simply, not looking him in the eye.

Bucky exhaled sharply, stepping forward, crowding you. 

“If something’s wrong, just tell me. We’ve got to communicate.”

You swallowed, finally meeting his blue, blue eyes. 

“I just need to figure some things out first.”

His frustration emanated from him for a minute, and then, suddenly, he reached for you, pulling you against him. You melted against his hard body, like always.

“Do you want to go to Connecticut? Right now?… Because if so…” 

His voice was softer now, his fingers carding through your curls. But what he said made you panic.

“No! It’s not that, Bucky…”

“If you’re doubting us….”

His voice was plaintive now and your breath caught as his scent and his warmth surrounded you. You wanted to fall into him, to let him chase away every uncertainty. 

But you needed to stand on your own two feet.

“I just need space,” you whispered, even as your hands reached up and clasped around his neck, unwilling to let go.

Bucky’s forehead rested against yours. 

“You say that, but I can tell that you don’t want to leave,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

Your heart thundered. 

“Bucky. I need to. Please.”

His grip tightened for just a moment before he released you, stepping back. 

“Then go,” he said, voice emotional. 

He turned and walked out of the door, giving you a wide berth as you finished packing. 

You cried as Nico drove you to your brownstone, and went straight to bed when you got there. You were emotionally exhausted.

—-

Bucky sat in his living room, spiraling, not knowing what to think.

Bucky agreed to you leaving, because what else could he do?

It didn’t make sense. The day before had been so much fun. You’d had great sex, and you looked amazing for the gala. Then there was the happy surprise about Steve and Peach.

He knew that you were over the moon for those two, but something was going on.

Had he taken too much time to propose?

But you’d only been together for a little over three months. He couldn’t help that Steve and Peach were crazy people who did crazy things.

Bucky was surer than sure that he and you belonged together. 

Now you just needed to come to the same realization. 

And he wasn’t going to force you.

—--

You stayed inside the entire next day, Sunday, feeling lethargic. Normally you’d be brunching or cooking with Bucky, relaxing and doing something fun.

You missed him and wondered why you weren’t with him.

At that moment, your phone rang. It was Bucky. 

“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a knee up to your chest as you curled up on the couch.

“Hey,” he echoed. Damn, his voice did things to you. 

“How are you?”

A lump formed in your throat at the longing in his voice.

“I’m okay...”

Silence. 

Then he asked, “Are you eating?” You blinked, surprised. 

“What?”

“You get caught up in your head when you’re stressed,” he said, his voice quiet.  “I don’t want you forgetting to take care of yourself.”

Damn you loved this man. He knew you so well.

“I’m fine, Bucky.”

“I sent something over.”

Before you could respond, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Nico with a delivery bag, the scent of thai food in the air. Your chest tightened as you looked up at Nico.

“Bucky...” you whispered into the phone.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just eat. And call me anytime. I love you, Frumoasă. I miss you. I’ll see you on Friday.”

He hung up and tears slipped down your cheeks as you took the food from Nico. You gave him a hug and said goodbye and then held the warm container in your hands behind a closed door. 

One thing was for sure, James Buchanan Barnes still knew exactly how to love you, even when you were running from him.

—-

The next few days were busy. You had to tie up year end things at the Center to prepare for the three week holiday shut down. You threw yourself into it and tried not to miss Bucky too much even though you two shared brief check-ins.

But your thoughts were scattered, your headache wouldn’t go away, and your stomach was unsettled. Plus, your emotions were on a rollercoaster. 

You made a doctor’s appointment for Thursday. You didn’t want to bring a bug to the cabin to spread to everyone.

On Wednesday you got a visit from an old friend.

Around noon, you turned around to a different version of blue-eyed and tall, dark, and handsome.

“Terry!”

Your last ex-boyfriend was standing in your place of work. 

“Hey girl. You looking good.”

You flushed at that smile and the way he eyed you was reminiscent of times gone by. And that voice. That was a thing once upon a time.

“Terry, What are you doing here?”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head at you.

“I can’t get a hug?”

You swatted at his arm and obliged, as Nico pulled out his phone to call Bucky outside.

—--

As soon as you walked in your door that afternoon your phone rang.

“Is that why you’re pulling away from me? You have another man?”

You pulled back and stared at your phone. Then you realized. Fucking Nico.

“Bucky, what the hell–”

Bucky interrupted you.

“I had to know you were safe, and then I’m told that you had a date with this guy Richmond.I wavered between coming to kill him immediately and letting you make your choice and tell me yourself, but I couldn’t wait.”

“Bucky…”

“Just tell me the truth, Y/N!”

“You gonna let me talk?”

Bucky was silent.

“The truth is I had lunch with an ex who also was a good friend to talk about his upcoming wedding.”

There was silence on the line. Bucky cleared his throat.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’”

You sucked your teeth.

“Anything else you wanna know, James?”

“Frumoasa, I’m sorry, I–”

“Don’t Bucky. I’ll see you in a couple of days. Bye.”

You hung up and cried, yet again.

You didn’t know what was happening.

—---

The next day, you sat on the crinkly paper in your Doctor Phillips’ office in complete shock.

She reached out and shut your mouth for you because it was hanging open.

“But….I’m on birth control.”

You looked at her as if she had three heads. She smiled indulgently at you. 

“You know that’s not 100%. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?”

You giggled, thinking just how much unprotected sex you’d had with Bucky. Then you started crying. She handed you a tissue, used to emotions with things like this.

It all made sense now.

The nausea you’d brushed off, the exhaustion, the moods, the uncertainty, the fear knotting in your stomach. You should have known. 

It wasn’t just about you and Bucky.

It was about this.

A baby.

“Well, speaking of sex, I have a kind of... A delicate question.”

When you asked, you’d managed to shock doctor Phillips, but she soon recovered.

—-

Your mother was silent for a long time before whispering, “Oh, sweetheart...”

“Please don’t tell Peach,” you added quickly. “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

You also knew that she would tell Steve and he would tell… 

“Bucky doesn’t know yet.”

Another long pause.

“What are you going to do? Are you going to tell him?”

You swallowed. 

“I don’t know how. We argued the last time we spoke. And I don’t want him to marry me just because I’m pregnant.”

“Honey, he’s gonna marry you no matter what. And you’re never going to get away from that man now that you’re carrying his child.”

You chewed your lip, still unsure.

“You think so, Ma?”

“Baby, I know so.”

As you spoke, you received pics of Steve and Peach looking deliriously happy in Vermont, glowing with happiness. They’d sent it to both of you. You cried on the phone with your mother and came to a decision. 

When you hung up, you started packing. 

—--

On Friday afternoon, you landed in Stowe and Nico was there to pick you up.

You were glad to see him despite the drama with Terry. The 30 minute drive was quiet and serene, beautiful on snow plowed roads. 

When the chalet came into view, you gasped.

It was picture-perfect, nestled deep in the Vermont mountains, blanketed in fresh snow. Twinkling lights lined the porch railings and they made Bucky, who was standing on the front porch waiting for you, look mysterious.

It was idyllic.

As you exited the SUV, Bucky came down and extended his hand to help you up the snow covered stairs. You looked up at him and he was staring at you with those ice blue eyes. 

—-

You stood there, looking up at him, and and Bucky thought, fuck, she’s gorgeous. It was like he was seeing you for the first time again. His eyes traced the thick curves that made his blood run hot, and those eyes that are wide and still uncertain made him a little weak.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you and it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. 

He didn’t know why you ran from him earlier in the week, but damn, he was certain that he would run through any wall for you. 

Bucky bit his lip and his hands instinctively balled into fists as he took you in.

Your sweater accented your full breasts and he swore he saw the thick, stiff peaks of your nipples through it, making him thirsty. Your jeans molded thick thighs and wide hips that make his cock throb. 

There was something about you today that made him want to take you down, but he was going to follow your lead. He needed to see where your head was at.

—

Bucky’s breath made vapors in the cold air and his eyes locked onto yours as he grabbed you, pulling you into his arms.

“You came back to me,” he murmured against your hair, his voice rough. “I’m sorry about the other day, Frumoasă. I’ve been crazy since you left.”

You pressed your face to his chest, a lump forming in your throat. 

“Yeah, that was crazy, but I get it, Bucky.”

You pulled back and looked up into his eyes.

“I had to come. I love you, Bucky Barnes.”

His hands cupped your face, his lips brushing yours, slow and searching. 

“Then don’t leave me. Ever again, Frumoasă.”

You nodded and clung to him, sniffling. 

He pulled back and looked down at you.

“Let’s get you out of this cold.”

Inside, the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, and the chalet was decorated for the holidays with a huge tree with a massive stone fireplace. The view in the waning afternoon sunlight was of the mountains, and it was gorgeous.

“Wow, Bucky.”

He was taking your coat as you took in the sights. Of course the place was top notch.

“Where are the happy couple?”

Bucky chuckled.

“Their chalet is down the road. Rebirth owns this property and there are three other chalets just like this.”

You thought you were used to how rich Bucky was, but this rocked you. This was quite a world you might be committing to.

“Yeah, they need privacy. Probably fucking each other on every available surface.”

Bucky laughed. And then raised his eyebrow at you, eyes dark.

“It seems the thing to do.”

You grew warm and cleared your throat as he licked his lips. 

“Where is my room?”

Bucky gave you an ominous look and moved closer.

“Oh, we have more than enough rooms for everyone, Frumoasă. But I’m not spending one more night away from you.”

Your body reacted despite you, causing you to stutter.

“B-but my mother–”

“--Almost insisted on it when I spoke to her earlier this week. She told me she spoke to you the other day. They are only here for one night, it will be fine.”

You followed him into the master suite, your wheels turning.

“What all did Karen have to say?”

Did Bucky know? He couldn’t know. Your mom wouldn’t do that.

“She just told me you’ve always had a habit of pushing people away when you feel like you’re losing control.”

You sighed in relief. She hadn’t told him.

“I wasn’t trying to go behind your back,” he murmured. “I’m just trying to understand. Because I love you. And I want to fix it.”

You sighed and relaxed a little. Bucky still wanted you. You took his hand.

“Nothing is broken, Bucky. I’m sorry I ran from you. I was questioning myself. Not you.”

“Okay.”

But he looked uncertain. Could you have decided that you didn’t need him after all? That you didn’t want him?

You started to walk away to find the bedroom and Bucky pulled you back to him by catching one of your hands. He pressed himself against you and looked down into your eyes.

“Frumoasă,” he said, his voice almost pleading. 

“Tell me you still want us.”

“I still want us. I need us, Bucky. You’re right. I was feeling out of control, but yesterday I realized that what may be coming for us is some beautiful chaos. And if you’ll help me, I’m ready for it.”

You looked into his beautiful eyes, and then your fingers pulled on his sweater and your lips met his.

The kiss was almost brand new, the tension between you arcing like electricity. He kissed you back with everything he had, his hands roaming all over your body.

It was heated. It was urgent as a motherfucker. 

And it was everything you two hadn’t been able to say.

“Later, we will talk about control.”

Bucky ran his thumb over your lips as he looked like he had delicious sensual plans for you later. He let you go just as your panties got ruined.

—--

That afternoon, your mother and Ray arrived just after Steve and Peach came over to make pizzas in the custom pizza oven for dinner. After that, you all decorated the Christmas tree around the fireplace. 

It was picture perfect, with you and Peach drooling over Bucky and Steve in their fair isle sweaters. You had a lot of fun, and you drank water all night long. You caught up with Peach, warm in the glow of the love of everyone most important to you. 

Bucky watched you, curious about what was different about you, but didn’t say anything. 

By the time the night was over, you crashed, sleep overtaking you almost before your head hit the pillow. Bucky didn’t complain, he just held you close, thankful that you were back in his arms.

On Christmas Eve morning, some ventured out to ski and snowboard. You pleaded a headache and Bucky didn’t question you, but he filed that away for later. You and your mom stayed inside as you warned everyone else to be careful. You shook your head at Peach’s daredevil antics, but Peach was gonna Peach. 

Nico was celebrating the holidays in another chalet with his family and had the week off.

You and your mom talked about a lot. And a lightbulb went off in your head. Your mom was teary and you were amazed that it took over 30 years for you both to realize. But it was going to be okay.

That night snow blanketed the trees outside, and the fireplace crackled as everyone gathered around the fireplace after dinner. Bucky stayed close, touching you almost always, even if it was just his hand on yours. The proximity to him was what you needed, and you wanted to just burrow yourself in his chest. But you had to tell him.

Steve and Peach were in their own world, stealing kisses by the fireplace, by the tree, lost in their honeymoon bliss. You watched them, their happiness so effortless, so light, and you knew that you could be there too, with Bucky. 

Every time his hand brushed against yours, you felt the pull. Every time he looked at you like you were his whole world, you wanted to close the distance.

For the first time in days, you felt like maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

After Christmas Eve brunch, you curled up with your hot cocoa and a book by the window by which Bucky and Steve built a snowman earlier. 

Peach wouldn’t let you live your life in peace, because she insisted on recounting the time you two got into a fight over homework when you were eleven. Your mother was joining in, supplying details to Ray and Steve and to Bucky, who was paying attention, stealing glances at you and absentmindedly fiddling with his phone.

“And then she says, ‘How dare you ask me if I need help, I don’t need your help—’”

A loud CRACK interrupted Peach’s story, and a resounding thunk echoed from the eaves of the cabin.

Everyone jumped, looking toward the porch as a massive icicle snapped from the roof, crashing into the snow.

“Whoa,” Peach said, blinking. “That thing could’ve killed someone.”

You looked at Bucky. And he looked pleased with himself. You were instantly suspicious. 

“Oh, wow,” he said, standing up and walking toward the door. 

“That’s crazy. Totally random.”

Steve scoffed and Peach shot him a look. They knew something. 

“Bucky…”

He ignored you, opening the door and crouching down in the snow, picking up the icicle like it was some priceless artifact. 

He brought it inside and placed it, dripping wet on the table. Everyone gathered around to see that there was something inside that looked like a lump of coal.

Bucky looked at you gaping at it, and then: he broke it in half.

You gasped. Because inside, tucked into the hollowed-out core, was a small black velvet box. Your stomach dropped.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes soft, full of something so deep and certain that it stole the air from your lungs. Your entire body went still. And it was just you and Bucky. 

His warm smile and the way the love in his eyes as he popped the box open to reveal a breathtaking and huge emerald cut diamond ring that looked like a block of ice and sparkled like the snow.

Everybody went silent.

Bucky exhaled, then spoke, his voice steady but thick.

“For years, I thought I had everything I needed,” he said, the words warm despite the crisp night outside. 

“But then you came along. And suddenly, nothing felt full unless you were in it. Not my house, not my days, not my arms.”

Everyone leaned in, watching and waiting.

Bucky took a deep breath, then, finally, sank to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

“You are… “ Bucky stopped, choked up. “…The love of my life,” he said, pulling out the ring and looking up at you with that devastating certainty. 

“And I want forever with you.”

You let out a choked laugh, “You hid my ring in an icicle?,” you whispered.

Bucky grinned up at you. “Damn right I did.”

“Y/N/L/N, Will you marry me?”

A half-laugh, half-sob escaped you. And then, without thinking, you threw yourself at him, knocking you both back onto the floor.

“YES!” you shouted, kissing him senseless as the entire family erupted into cheers.

“That was the most ridiculous, perfect Christmas proposal ever!” Peach was full on sobbing with joy as she said it.

Steve clapped Bucky on the back and gave him a hug as he helped him up.

You and Peach and your mom were cooing over the ring as the men watched.

“You better take care of that little girl, James. She’s special.”

Bucky looked at him, emotional.

“Yes, Sir. That’s my mission in life.”

——

After Bucky and Steve drove your parents to the airport to be in Brooklyn for Ray’s grandkids’ Christmas morning, you and Peach had a good long talk about everything but the baby. You had to tell Bucky next.  

But you did tell her about your other realization.

“I always knew you thought differently. It is just so cool the way you can see things from different angles. But yeah, you don’t do surprises well.”

“It just feels so freeing to finally be able to name what I was feeling sometimes. Being labeled as gifted didn’t help anyone from noticing that my mind probably is atypical.”

“Girl, none of us is typical, but yeah. Being labeled as gifted sucked sometimes. But sometimes it’s kinda hot. Tell me about your praise kink and I’ll tell you about mine.”

Peach grinned at you as you laughed. Bucky and Steve walked in right at that moment.

“Oh shit, Steve. Seems like we came back just in time.”

You shook your head as Bucky came and sat on the couch between you two and reached into the bowl of popcorn you’d been sharing. Steve just reached for Peach and she floated up into his arms.

“On second thought I think I’ll let Steve tell me about it in our chalet. Oh!”

Peach was up and over Steve’s shoulder as he hauled her out of the door. You giggled and waved at her as she swatted his ass with one hand and waved back at you.

Bucky was looking at you with a scorching hot gaze, and you leaned over to kiss him, licking the butter off of his lips.

“What were we saying about a praise kink, my beautiful good girl?”

You shivered and bit your lip, but scooted away from him on the sofa. You couldn’t be distracted.

“Can we talk about that later? I’ve got something to tell you.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, then did somersaults. Had you been too embarrassed to tell him no earlier? Were you going to dump him? He nodded and took your hand, twisting the huge rock on your finger. He was unable to form coherent words, he was so worried.

“Bucky…I’m pregnant.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He pulled back slightly, mind spinning as the room seemed to shift around him. 

Pregnant. Buck stared at you, unable to process.

“I didn’t know until yesterday,” you whispered, your eyes filled with emotion.

“It explains a lot about what I’ve been feeling. And I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Bucky dreamed of getting you pregnant, but this was a detour from his plans. And he knew how you felt about surprises. 

“My sweet, sweet angel Frumoasă. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

Bucky took your hand again and pulled you toward him so that you rested in his arms. He kissed you on the top of your head. He knew one thing: it was you and he and your family for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“You okay with this? I know this wasn’t in your plans–”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. And he smiled. That’s when you knew everything would be alright. 

“Okay? I’m over the moon, Baby. I love you. Nothing changes that. We’re starting something new. A family. And I’ll be by your side for every step.”

He looked into your eyes and saw relief, but anxiety was still there.

“Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. And this time, I’m not going to let you go anywhere.”

“Are you sure?” you were breathless at his certainty.

He leaned in, kissing you softly but passionately. 

“I’m sure,” He whispered against your lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“There’s something else, Bucky…”

You told him your suspicions and Bucky was unmoved.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. But you have a beautiful mind, Love. I told you that I love the way you think the first time I met you.”

The way Bucky beamed at you with acceptance was so fucky sexy. You need him inside you like your next breath. Your kiss told him that.

“I see.”

Bucky stood up, you in his arms. 

“Let’s go to bed.”

He walked into the beautiful bedroom with the huge picture window looking out onto the winter night. There was lots of moonlight reflected into the room from the snow, even with the lights off.

He laid you on the bed and you rolled away from him, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. He gave you an incredulous look as you fiddled with it.

“What are you doing?”

You bit your lip, a little bit afraid. God you needed that feeling. To turn your brain off. 

“I asked Dr. Phillips a few specific questions about sex during pregnancy.”

Bucky stared at you.

“About rougher sex…” You gulped as he raised his eyebrow. “I forwarded an article.”

Bucky walked around the bed and took his phone in hand, glancing at it, and then at you, a smirk on his face. You scrambled backward and scurried into the bathroom.

“Gonna take a shower, be right back.”

You tried to turn your brain off as you went under the hot water jets. But what you truly needed was in the next room.

You came back in and Bucky was standing by the bed, in just his jeans, shirtless. The fire was roaring and he looked cold. You shuddered as he pointed to the furry rug by the bed.

You obeyed, shedding your robe and kneeling, eyes cast down. You saw his bare feet come to stand in front of you.

“You are trying to control things again, Frumoasă, sending me an article about BDSM during pregnancy. You need to learn that there are times that I’m in control in the bedroom. And I decide what happens and when.”

He reached down and tipped your chin up, looking at you with narrowed steel blue eyes.

“Now, I will teach you that lesson so that you should remember it. And although this room is sound proofed, and we are alone in this house, you need to keep quiet.”

You just stared at him, mind going almost completely blank.

He tapped you on your jaw lightly.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky smiled at that, but then the sunshine went away. His smile dropped.

“And you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Holy fuck.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky’s eyes shuttered at your hoarse tone, but he stayed strong. His hands went for his zipper and you wiggled, your wetness seeping down your naked thighs. He smacked you in the face with his cock and you suppressed a giggle.

“Stay still.”

You looked up at him, eyes twinkling now.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth. Let me see that throat.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide and saying, ‘ahhhhh.’

Bucky stroked himself right there in front of you as you drooled for him.

“That’s a sweet little slut. Suck me just a little bit, baby. That mouth last week was heaven.”

He rubbed the tip of his flared head along your lips and then groaned as those lips closed around him. You sucked it like it’s the best lollipop you’d ever had. 

“Fuck!”

His voice was deeper now, and it made you even wetter.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you hummed around his cock because you were in heaven. There was just this. 

Just now.

You tried to take him deeper, but he didn’t let you, dragging you up gently by your arm. You stood as he sat on the edge of the bed, and then reached for you, gracefully depositing you across his lap due to his strength. Your breasts just happened to end up atop his hard cock as his large hand caressed your ass.

“You deserve a spanking for leaving me, Frumoasa. Three on each side. Count. And that is the only sound I should hear.”

You were disappointed at so few, but you knew he was going easy on you. Yet you didn’t try to push him. Not tonight. 

Bucky spanked you hard, three times on each cheek, and you counted dutifully, your voice growing more ragged with each crack on your ass.

“Goood fucking girl. You took those so well.”

He reached down into your wetness with two as you squirmed on his lap because of his teasing. You wanted him inside you so bad.

“Fuck, you’re soooo wet.”

His voice was full of lust and you felt his cock pulse pre cum onto your nipples. You pussy was clenching and pulsing like crazy.

Bucky smeared your juices up and around your anus, careful not to penetrate, but driving you mad as the rough pad of his fingers played outside. You wantonly tried to push back on him, but he didn’t let you.

Bucky tsked.

“Remember, you are not in control right now. I am. That is what you need, my Love.”

His words hit you like a mack truck and your orgasm came without warning, crashing over you as your sensitive cunt clenched down around nothing.

“Damn, Frumoasă,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “I barely touched you. But I told you to ask permission. You’ll answer for that later.”

You shivered as Bucky shifted, picking you up and depositing you on your back, spreading your legs and looking at your glistening center. A thin web of his precum connected his cock to your tis, and he took himself in one hand as he smeared his fluid around your nipples. 

You shuddered and bit back a moan. You were so sensitive.

His eyes were glued to your wet center as you watched his hand almost blur on his cock. You arched your back.

He tilted his head as that tongue snaked out against his lips.

“…Are you…?” His eyes slid down your body and back up to your eyes.

“Cum for me again, Frumoasă.”

You did are you were told, arching as he rubbed your nipples and twisted them gently.

“Damn. So responsive. For me. So good.”

He was climbing on the bed, kneeling between your open legs now. Then he was on top of you, kissing you, his tongue twining with yours as his cock rubbed against your cunt. Finally, he plunged inside you. 

“Yesssss,” you hissed. Every thrust made you writhe beneath him. Bucky’s cock was perfect, filling you just right. 

Your eyes sought his. 

“Can I make noise now?”

Bucky covered your mouth in another deep kiss. 

“Yes, Frumoasă. Let me hear you.”

His hands slid down to cup your ass, holding you close as he increased his pace. 

“Tighter,” you whimpered. “Harder.” 

“All for you,” Bucky promised. Your pussy fluttered around him. 

“Don’t let me go,” you pleaded.

 “Never,” Bucky soothed, stroking your thighs. “I’ll never let you go.”

You writhed as he held you down firmly, driving faster. 

“Bucky!” 

You grew more frantic beneath him, and he lengthened his strokes, anchoring your arms to the pillow. His cock throbbed inside you, causing you to cry out.

He leaned down and blew on your nipples and you keened, then he captured your lips, and you kissed him back like you were starving. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You deserve everything I give you. I’m going to tell you again and again how good you are.” 

You squirmed, thrashing beneath him, and his grip tightened on your wrists. 

“You’re my favorite girl. You’re beautiful and perfect. You’re so good that I’m going to give you all my cum.” 

“Say it again,” you begged. 

“My good, good girl,” he whispered

“I’m going to come inside you, because that’s where I belong. We’re going to make lots of beautiful babies, Frumoasă. Now cum around my cock.” 

You let out a wail. Your mind went blank as Bucky thrust deep inside you, pouring all his cum into you.  

All you could see and feel was him. 

Finally, he pulled out, looking utterly dazed, and kissed you on the forehead. 

“I fucking love you, Bucky.”

His arms came up around you.

“I love you too. I love everything about you. You’re going to make a wonderful mother.” You were sated, excited and calm now.

“We should tell Peach and Steve.” 

“Later,” you said at the same time, and burst out laughing. 

“But let’s not wait too long,” you said. 

“Tomorrow,” Bucky murmured. 

“After I make you breakfast?”

He kissed you on the nose.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Daddy.”

You climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. He stroked your back as you felt his cock perk up again.

“Daddy…”

You sat up on him, rolling your hips. Bucky looked at you, his eyes on your swaying, and yes bigger breasts.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…”

You moved to get off of him.

“You’re right, you can’t have a heart attack now, we’ve got a child to think of.”

Bucky grabbed you and hauled your leg over his so that you were straddling him again. His grin was wide.

“Get that ass back here…”

It was almost Christmas morning, and you had every gift you wanted, right there in that bed.

[torawro]

i like ‘em a little insane, covered in blood and severely mentally unstable <3

[sophiethewitch1]

You mentioned that all the Wayne's post thirst traps. And that Damian's are like Victorian women showing some racy ankle. What does he consider a thirst trap then.

Have you ever seen a man in a dark turtle neck sweater.

[ziracona]

More Metro fic be upon ye. [Metro Last Light - Finale and further from Pavel’s pov: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.]

Pavel’s body felt so heavy he might as well have been carved in stone. And yet somehow, simultaneously, his head felt light and foggy, unable to think. This beaten, feverish sensation lasted for what he would find out later was hours, him dropping in and out, but mostly out, of some semblance of consciousness.

Finally, everything darkened, and his injured body sunk into a real sleep.

There were faint suggestions of memories—in the dreams, in the fevered time before it, but his weak processing power couldn’t make sense of any of them. There had been an old man, a face he hadn’t recognized. Stopping over him, saying things he didn’t remember. The creature had been there again, in his head. He thought that part must really have happened. And, he knew he’d been moved. No idea by who, or where, but, he had felt it. And…and things got hazier then. Out of order, too, if they’d happened at all. The voice from the radio had spoken The International like a prayer. But that couldn’t have happened, could it? There had been more of those creatures, maybe. They were fading, passing, blurred memories, but it could have been real. And he had seen Artyom, dead, soaked in blood and wounds, but he had been moving, somehow, rushing towards him. That must not have happened.

There were people, voices, arguing. Then, nothing.

The nothing was a relief to Pavel. He was at rest, a deep, heavy, sunken rest. A rest he needed.

There were no dreams. No pain. No thoughts—God that was the real mercy. Just…a break.

A gift.

And it was many, many hours later, when he awoke.

He did not feel better. Actually, he felt considerably worse; his body, upon realizing it would live, had turned back on all those fun nerve endings a body tended to shut off and ignore once it had decided the end was coming no matter what, like a last gift to its inhabitor.

Breathing hurt, in a wet, heavy way. The bullet there had done the most damage, and the pain of it was the first thing he became aware of as he woke. Everything else was heavy and sore, and his head swam with pain and disorientation. When he opened his eyes, even his sight was blurry. 

Still, he was alive. 

As he struggled to understand that, he blinked, and coughed a heavy, stabbing cough. 

“Ow,” he groaned, trying to make himself feel better.

“Pavel!” That had been Artyom’s voice.

Confused, Pavel turned his head, and there he was. Artyom sat in an old chair, at the bedside, looking more than a little like hell himself. What Pavel could see of his chest past the collar of his shirt was covered in bandages, and so were his arms and neck—even one of his ears was padded over with gauze, and his forehead and chin were bruised badly.

“What happened to you?” asked Pavel automatically, lagged brain still in the process of waking up. 

Artyom seemed to find this funny, but he answered anyway. “General Korbut ran a train into me, was most of it.”

A train?? That had been the plan?

“I got shot a few times,” added Artyom thoughtfully, and he smiled and indicated a bandaged spot on his right upper arm. “This was you.”

Right, thought Pavel with disappointment as things began to fall back into place, I was trying to kill you.

With that thought, everything came back at once—the fight at the square, the hall of damned souls, Artyom letting him go, the radio, D-6, the Dark One.

His heart sunk lower. We lost.

“…We lost,” said Pavel, not exactly a question.

Artyom nodded. 

They were both silent, then. He knew Artyom was waiting for him to speak, but it had suddenly become difficult to look at him.

“…What happens now,” asked Pavel finally, eyes on the far wall, “…a court martial?”

It stayed quiet. 

After he had waited out as much time as he could take, Pavel made himself look at Artyom again. The man was watching him, expression sober, but hard to read. 

It hurt to look at him. He felt overwhelming guilt doing it, and then rage at himself for feeling that way, and guilt for feeling guilty about doing his duty, and confusion, and anger at the confusion. He was already nauseous from blood loss, and the sudden whirlpool of emotions increased his urge to vomit. Even more than that, though, he just felt sad. He’d lost—they’d lost. His friends were dead, for nothing. His comrades were dead, and the Red Line was weaker, not stronger. The Nazis would be pushing back hard at the scent of an opening, and he wasn’t there to help them. They were dead, and he had failed them. 

And Artyom was alive, and he had failed him too. He had done the worst thing. He had hovered on the line between choices, and failed everyone.

The world and the ideals he believed in, the general he was loyal to, the men under his command who trusted him. They had all lost today, because the Rangers had won.

So how could he be so glad Artyom was alive. What horrific betrayal was he capable of, that that feeling was the stronger one now? He did not know what to do with it, except to hate himself.

“Yes,” answered Artyom after a bit. He shifted in his seat.

A court martial. Pavel exhaled slowly, and rested his head back against the medical bed. Honestly? That was almost a relief. This way, at least he could dodge ever having to truly figure out any of conflicted feelings swirling around in his head, and he would probably get what he had coming. Unfortunately, he was far from the only person their loss to the Order would affect. And…that mattered a whole lot more.

“…and…the Red Line…?” asked Pavel finally, dreading this answer most of all, and his eyes firmly on the ceiling.

“They are in talks right now, in Polis,” answered Artyom.

Talks?

Brow furrowed, Pavel made himself look at Artyom again. The younger man was still studying him with the same difficult to read expression.

“…Well,” continued Artyom after a few long, uncomfortable seconds, “The situation is not good. We lost hundreds, and the Red Line even more, at D-6. They failed their assault on the Reich as well. The Nazis are calling for blood, Hanza wants territory, all balance is thrown off.”

He’d asked, but Pavel felt the urge to vomit intensify with every syllable. Everything was falling apart. Okay. Okay, what can you do? the thought was frantic, but the answer was ‘nothing.’ Fucking nothing.

“Right now, all factions have met for talks in Polis. Continuing the peace conference from before.” There was an edge to Artyom’s voice when he mentioned the ‘peace’ conference the Red Line had used as the opening for their attack. Pavel did not regret what they’d tried, but he still felt a twinge of guilt at the words.

“So far, what has been decided is that General Korbut will face a court martial very soon,” continued Artyom, “As for the Red Line itself, it helps that Moskrov admitted to being blackmailed by him, and warned Polis of D-6 just before the attack.”

He what—he did what?

The shock must have registered on his face, because Artyom’s expression lifted into a cautious smile. “The Spartans have decided to offer the Red Line an alliance now. I hope they will take it.”

That’s impossible.

Pavel was sure he’d heard him incorrectly. Then sure he was still unconscious and dying on the floor of D-6, and this was his mind trying to dream up a scenario that could save them.

Seeing his face, Artyom cautiously reached over to touch him, then hesitated and drew his hand back. “It’s true,” he said instead, deep brown eyes focused and sincere, “We don’t want things to change. Hanza wants too much power, and god knows we can’t give the Nazis more. We need the Red Line.”

There was a factual simplicity to the statement that was undeniable, but it could not be true, and just Pavel stared at Artyom and shook his head.

“We almost wiped you out, today. The blood has not even dried,” insisted Pavel, “We tried to destroy you.”

“I know,” said Artyom. He smiled sadly. Pavel couldn’t understand it.

“Why…?” asked Pavel hopelessly, “Even after all of this?”

Artyom was quiet, as he was often quiet. Pavel saw him try to speak a few times, and he waited, familiar with this, as his former ally considered the question in silence.

“…You are my friend,” managed Artyom finally. He looked up and held Pavel’s gaze.

What?

Of everything he could have expected Arturo’s to say, this wasn’t even close to a guess.

“…You betrayed me,” continued Artyom slowly, picking words as he went, his voice calm and soft and tinged with regret.

Pavel felt a stab in his chest with the words. Again, he found himself wishing desperately that Artyom was angry. Sad was so much worse. But he was right. It wasn’t that simple—it was so, so fucking complicated, but still…he had done it.

“I wanted to believe you hadn’t. I wanted to believe you in Venice. I wanted…you to change your mind,” continued Artyom, voice almost a whisper. He wasn’t looking at Pavel anymore, he was looking down, at the past. “…I realized in Red Square, you were not ever going to. …But, I also realized that you were playing the villain.”

Pavel looked at the wall.

“I have seen you talk your way out of execution, Pavel. I know you are too smart to encourage me to kill you,” continued Artyom carefully, as if setting pins in a lock, “So, you did not do it for you. You did it for me. …You did not want to kill me.”

Artyom must already know the answer, but Pavel owed him this much, after everything, and he made himself meet his gaze.

Artyom smiled sadly with recognition. “Yeah. I did not want to kill you either. So I did not. And I still don’t want to. I think I don’t want to kill anybody. I am so tired of killing. So many people are dead, and for what? There were already too few of us left. So what you tried to kill me? So what the blood has not dried? Blood for blood and the only thing left will be a pile of corpses to say we avenged. Don’t you want to try to live?”

Pavel had never heard someone talk like that.

Maybe once in a book, but, not someone real.

Usually, Pavel knew what to say, and in almost any situation. Now, for the first time ever, he could find no words inside to speak at all.

“Can’t it be that simple?” said Artyom, like he was asking for a lot more. Maybe in his own way, he was.

“…I don’t think it can,” answered Pavel finally, surprised to hear his voice choked when he spoke.

“Then you don’t know that it can’t be,” pleaded Artyom. 

Again, Pavel didn’t know what to say. 

Artyom cut such a sorry picture like this, bruised and shot and bloodied, and with all the power and none of it, asking him for something he didn’t have to give. It made his chest ache. It made him want to give it. But it couldn’t be done.

After a minute of heavy quiet between them, Artyom seemed to realize he was not going to answer. He shifted in his seat and surveyed what he could see of Pavel’s wounds, then tried again. “How are you feeling?”

Somehow, that was worse than anything Pavel had thought he might say next. He felt like his head could explode. Pavel was experienced. He was intelligent, and capable, and just the amount of hardened he needed to be to fulfill his post. And yet, this conversation was making him sick. 

“Alive, thanks to you,” he replied. He had started to be friendly and familiar on impulse, because he was a survivor, and he knew the best way to stay alive now was to make sure Artyom wanted him to stay alive. But as he heard his voice, he’d choked on the last word. He already wants you alive, fucking idiot, or you would not be here. But you are being court martialed. With all he’s done, can’t you at least give a decent goodbye? He is…

The silence descended again and was agonizing. Heavy with things unasked and unsaid, things Artyom struggled to say, and Pavel could not figure out how to.

“…I am glad you’re alive, Artyom,” managed Pavel finally, doing his best, “…and I’m sorry. I never—…I really did consider you my friend.”

“Don’t you still?” asked Artyom with worry.

“Of course,” replied Pavel. He finally managed a smile. “I owe you my life. Again.”

Artyom smiled back. This time, he reached over and closed his hand around Pavel’s. His skin was warm and rough; Pavel could feel cuts on his fingers. He wondered if any part of him had made it through all this unscathed. And then, with a delay, he realized there was no shackle by the hand Artyom was holding.

Confused, somehow almost alarmed by it, he glanced at his other wrist, and found nothing but an IV drop anchoring it. Rolling his ankles, he could feel no bindings there either. Looking around the room and taking in detail for the first time, it registered that this was just a room. There was a wooden door at the end, single bolt, locked from this side. A lock anyone in the world with a hand could slide back. It was not any kind of cell. There was a guitar against the wall.

He turned and stared at Artyom, then swallowed, trying to figure out how to even ask. “…Where are we?”

“D-6,” replied Artyom, looking confused by his sudden shift in tone, “The surviving members of the Red Line in D-6 surrendered when the Dark Ones attacked. Most were moved to Polis or sent home for treatment, but the most wounded we treated here.” 

Incredible how little that had answered the question he had actually tried to ask. Wait.

“You truly sent most of the fighters home?” asked Pavel, brow furrowing. 

Artyom nodded.

“You’re all crazy,” observed Pavel, mystified, “…Then, it is just the officers being held for court martial?” The amount of relief he could feel if so. Nothing would undo failing here, but it would make their losses so much smaller if-

There was a look of deep surprise in Artyom’s eyes at the words and he hurriedly shook his head. “-No, Pavel, only General Korbut. -Not any other officers—Not you.”

The words were like being struck. Something in his throat wrenched into a knot, and he could barely breathe. Pavel shook his head and turned away, trying to recover. Artyom did not let go of his hand, but now he wished he would. 

“…Artyom,” he said finally, still turned away and eyes firmly set on the far wall, “Oktysabrskaya… You know I lead-”

“-I know, Major,” came Artyom’s voice.

Pavel waited, but there was nothing else. No ‘but,’ no ‘and,’ no anything, so he made himself face Artyom again, exhausted as he was.

When he did, Artyom was silently watching him with the same hard to place expression he’d had when Pavel woke. After a moment, he continued. His words were careful and slow. “As far as everybody else is concerned, you helped me escape the Reich. Then you tried to warn me over the radio last night, and you returned a stolen bio weapon to D-6. That’s all.”

That was not all.

“Korbut did not act alone,” insisted Pavel. He had betrayed his post for Artyom, but weaseling out of the consequences and leaving his General to take responsibility alone was a level of disloyalty he was not ready to betray himself with. Artyom was asking too much. Korbut was not some monster to throw to the wolves; he was a good tactician and leader. This was wrong.

“I know,” said Artyom.

“I should be with him,” said Pavel.

“Why?” pressed Artyom.

’Why?’ Because I have some modicum of honor and duty left? I don’t know why you want me to live so badly, after everything I’ve done to you, but I can’t turn on my people. Even now, even for you.

“…Artyom, I have done all kinds of things you despise, to protect the Red Line,” said Pavel quietly, “But I have done those things to protect the Red Line. I am not such a snake I would do it to save myself.”

“Who does it help for you to die?” argued Artyom, “Is the Red Line better with you gone?”

Pavel didn’t reply. How can you not see that is not what is at issue.

“If it is, then stay with me,” urged Artyom, “Sparta can use you.”

Pavel shook his head and looked away. “You don’t understand-“

“—I do understand!” insisted Artyom, grabbing his shoulder and jerking him, forcing him to turn back and look. It hurt, and he was glad it hurt. It was anything else to think about. “I know you released the virus; I know you have killed Spartans. I know you used me! I know you would have killed me, if you had won. I know you probably still think everything you did was right, and you may always think that. I don’t care! Even if you come after me again tomorrow, I would not regret it. Understand, Pavel, I am not asking you to do this for you; I am asking you to do it for me!”

…How could he possibly respond, to that? Artyom had leaned in close, and his deep brown eyes were bloodshot and desperate. Blood trickled past a wrapped cut on his arm he must have reopened, and down his wrist, onto the hand of Pavel’s he was still clutching. His grip was like iron, but his hands trembled. 

Why?

When Pavel didn’t answer, Artyom’s expression fractured. “Please,” he said, all the strength from before gone.

“…Why do you care so much?” said Pavel finally, “Enough to let me go, and to lie for me? Even after Teatr. I…don’t understand.”

“Because, you…Ты мне очень...” Artyom faltered. His face had lost the little color he had had left, and he looked so desperate. Why? Why over this? “…We are the same. Musketeers. And…” He trailed off again, heart visibly sinking as he took in Pavel’s expression. “…Isn’t that enough?”

Pavel felt bad for him, but he shook his head. It wasn’t. That didn’t make sense of any of this at all.

Artyom looked crestfallen, and he tried to say something, then stopped and struggled to speak, to no avail. Pavel had seen him struggle like this a few times, so he waited, and after a minute, Artyom seemed able to go on again. His manner was different, though; talking seemed to have become an immense struggle. 

“…You know…” managed Artyom with great effort, “….You know I was the one who…killed the Dark Ones?”

Pavel had not known that. Everyone knew it was the Order, but, Artyom?

“Not…I was a part of it,” continued Artyom, faltering woodenly from word to word, “It…was me.” He looked serious in a way Pavel had never seen on him before, like a man on his way to the noose, who knew he deserved it. “It…was my idea; I went to the Order…and got their help…and…it was me who…launched the missiles. The…Dark Ones begged me, to their last moment, to stop…and I heard them, and I… I did it anyway. I burned them to ash, in an instant. …Because I…was afraid, and I wanted…to protect my home. …My people…”

Pavel had seen Artyom a lot of bad ways—staring down death in a cell, injured, furious, half dead, betrayed. None of them even came close to as bad as the agonizing expression he wore now. He had not known any of that, but he remembered that way the voice of the Dark One in his head in D-6 had felt, and…about the voices in that place of damned souls, in Red Square.

“…and they still saved us, at D-6. After everything. …The little Dark One I found. …I had killed his mother. … He…called me his friend. He knew who I was, and…still.” Artyom choked up, then looked over at him and tried to smile. “You have done so much less than me, Pavel, for the same reasons. If…I believe I can keep going, I must think…you can too.”

He looked so miserable, so sorry. Why the hell had the Rangers let someone so young and inexperienced make that choice. It was something past cruel. And Pavel knew Artyom; he had known him since the moment he saw him looking at the prisoners in the death camp with such worry—he was a good person. That was all only more evident here.

“…Artyom,” tried Pavel slowly.

“-I don’t care if you agree!” cut in Artyom when he heard his tone, “I will protect you anyway!” Little blossoms of red had appeared over the bandage on Pavel’s shoulder, where Artyom’s fingers gripped him. He had never seen anyone hold onto another person so tight.

“You are not like me,” said Pavel kindly, almost gently, and he raised his left arm and carefully moved Artyom’s hand off his shoulder, “Chuvak. You are much younger. You think differently.”

Artyom tried to speak and failed, so he shook his head. He tried to move, and Pavel caught his free hand at the wrist and held it to stop him from gripping his shoulder again. 

“Artyomich,” he said softly, finally managing a smile, “Whatever you think of me, I promise, your fate is not tied to mine.”

This only seemed to upset him more. Artyom struggled to reply again, and couldn’t. Frustrated to anger, he jerked his hand free, and pulled away from Pavel, then stood, agitated, and ran a bloody hand through his hair. 

“We are not the same,” assured Pavel, trying to make him feel better.

“Долбаеб!” exploded Artyom finally, whirling on Pavel. “We are exactly the same! Muskateers, da, Athos?!”

Oh? Pavel stared at him and blinked in surprise, then finally understood. He burst out laughing.

Artyom gaped at him. 

He was laughing so hard it hurt, but he couldn’t stop, and the laughter turned to horrible wet coughs in his chest. 

“Why are you laughing!?” said Artyom.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” choked out Pavel, struggling and failing to hold back the coughs and laughs that sent spirals of pain along him. Somehow, he felt okay in spite of it now. “—You were right, Друг. I am sorry. I misunderstood; we are not so different.”

Artyom looked confused, but after a moment he relaxed a little and sat back down.

When his laughter subsided, Pavel lay back and gave Artyom a tired smile. He shook his head. “You win, d’Artagnian. Have it your way; I give up.”

Artyom hesitated, then smiled back, relieved.

He was so utterly different from everything else Pavel knew. All of this…illogical, unsafe, utterly hopeless forgiveness. Just because they had been close. …But then, hadn’t he been making terrible decisions all week for almost the same reason? He had done several very stupid things because of this man. …Maybe we are similar. That almost seemed to him like a good thing.

“Artyom, thank you,” said Pavel, “For Red Square, and for this. …I hadn’t said that.”

“…You’re welcome,” said Artyom.

It became quiet again, but the quiet was companionable now. Faintly, Pavel could hear indistinct voices in, and the clang of tools. The voices were calm, and conversational, the tools steady, unrushed. The sound of relative peace. Of rebuilding. Even as bad as things had gotten, even here.

“You know you’re good, right?” said Pavel.

Artyom glanced at him with the face of a wearied young man and the haunted eyes of a frontline soldier twice his age. And somehow, still, there was kindness in them.

“Whatever you think, you are a good person,” said Pavel.

Artyom didn’t reply, and Pavel doubted it had convinced him, but someone had needed to say it to him anyway. So it would take time; Pavel had that.

“Okay,” said Pavel with an exhale, leaning back in the hospital bed to relax and shutting his eyes, “So tell me what all I missed. –And what did you say before about Comrade Moskvin?”

[dollniu]

i wanna feel your body.. 🫀 — JJK MEN

synopsis: jjk men’s favorite parts of your body!

characters — sukuna, gojo, toji, higuruma, geto, nanami, choso, ino, yuji, yuta, megumi

info — for yuji, yuta, and megumi, i will only be doing SFW content of them! for everyone else, it’ll be NSFW :)

A/N — MDNI 🔞, if you have any post suggestion, you can reblog this or comment!

sukuna — neck

sukuna’s rough during sex, we all know this. so when he sees your bare neck up on display, his mind runs crazy with sinister ideas. covering your entire neck in purple love marks, licking and sucking every part of it, wrapping his large hand around your neck while he’s fucking you. everything about your neck is so appealing and his favorite part of your body to tease 💋

gojo — tits/chest

gojo LOVES your chest. like it’s the first thing he looks at when he sees you (we all know he’s a perv 😵‍💫) even just looking at them makes him hard, can’t help with graze them with his finger tips whenever you wear a low cut shirt. and during sex, his favorite thing to do a lick it and suck on them ♥️ it almost gives him the same amount of pleasure as having actual sex!

toji — ass

toji will smack your ass every chance he gets, there’s no doubt about that. whenever he sees a little bit poke out of your short-shorts or a skimpy skirt, this man goes feral. he lovesss hitting it from the back, slamming into you and seeing your ass move in coordination with his rhythm

higuruma — thighs

higuruma LOVES your thighs. this man showers them in kisses and loves teasingly putting his hand between them whenever you’re out hehe and most importantly: his face smothered in your cunt, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow 😵‍💫

geto — collarbone

geto is a marks and hickeys kind of guy. he’ll see you wearing a low cut shirt and imagine leaving endless hickeys all over them. just showing that your his and his only ♥️ he sucks on your sweet spot and gets hard immediately, hearing the small gasp of pleasure that slips out your lips 💋

nanami — waist

nanami is constantly holding your waist, whether y’all are walking beside each other or you’re underneath him while he’s fucking you. he likes grabbing your waist and pushing your cunt further onto him, basically like a flesh light. he can be gentle but if you ask him to be rough, there’ll be red hand marks on each side of your waist

choso — eyes

choso is enchanted by your eyes while you are with his. during sex he can’t help but stare into your eyes, noticing your pupils dilating, how they roll back whenever he hits your sweet spot, it just makes him hungrier for you. and when he’s underneath you or even riding you, the overstimulation becomes to much and his eyes scream “please let me cum”.

ino — back

ino is a doggy style kinda guy. he’ll fuck you from the back and hold your waist, seeing you arch it whenever he fucks you just right. even just seeing your bare back out whenever you’re changing drives him crazy

yuji — hair

yuji loves playing with your hair! he finds it comforting whenever your lying on his lap while watching a show or move, getting to stroke your hair and massage your scalp in the most comforting and relaxing way. he loves seeing how messy it gets in the morning and usually teases you abt it lot!

yuta — hands

yuta will hold your hand for HOURS. interlocking fingers and staring into each other’s eyes is the perfect amount of intimacy that makes his heart melt. walking around while holding hands make him blush like crazy but he’s extremely comfortable around you! he loves bending down and kissing your palm, making you feel like a literal queen.

megumi — face

despite megumi’s cold demeanor, he loves admiring you. he gets lost in time staring at you in awe till you point it out and he gets super embarrassed LMAO. he doesn’t show it, but there has been so many times where he’s wanted to leave kissed all over your face, that’s how attracted he is to you!

[gloxk]

just sitting here high asf thinking about getting the sloppiest head from aot guyzzz…*HEAVY ASS SIGH* let me wish upon a star hoping someone could write about this for me…*LONG HEAVY EXTREME SIGH.*

⁺ 　 . ✦ Favorite eaters ⁺ 　 . ✦

(Eren Y. Armin A. Connie S.)

A/N: ugh yes girl ik the feeling … im to sitting here wondering how nasty eren would eat the kitty…BUT ANYWAYS TYSM FOR 600!!! NEXT STOP 700!!! AHHH!

Synopsis: Aot men as your favorite eater.

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♡ Eren ♡

Ughh omg..Eren giving you nasty head after he pissed you off…The type of head that makes you run away in shame!!!

“Givin me an attitude ain’t gonna get you anywhere, you know better den that.” Eren scoffed, while tossing a blunt over to you.

Oh boy how he was so undeniably wrong.

You could tell Eren was unamused with your bullshit. He wasn’t taking you ignoring lightly at all.

“You gon fix it or am I, figure it out.” he whispered in your ear. You stood on what you dished out, you weren’t fixing shit.

You chuckled at him in response, how stupid he was to think you were going to pipe down.

That was until he found his way between your thighs..

One hand tangled in his brown locs and the other one holding a blunt. Best combo..

You lazily rutted against his tongue while his piercing twirled against your puffy clit.

It was so hard to look him in the eyes after he made you cum on his tongue 3 times.

“Still got an attitude baby?”

Let’s just say..you ain’t had one after that.

♡ Armin ♡

Oh..lawd. I said this once i’ll say it A FUCKING AGAIN. Armin is a pussy eater expert. He’s VERY talented in that ‘field’..

This man has no problem eating it for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Hell, he will wake up and decide he’s hungry and start going crazy.

That’s how your morning starts..with Armin stuck between your thighs eating it so you can wake up.

Eyes barely opened and you’re already on the verge of cumming..his way of saying ‘goodmorning’.

He so eager to do it too. Sometimes yall could just be watching netflix and he will insist on eating you out.

“Well, I mean, the show is kind of boring. Just come on, it will be quick.” He’ll beg and beg, “Please, I know you’re tired, I can help you go to sleep faster!”

His contact name is NyQuil in yo phone! (If you know. you know .)

When he say fast..oh baby he mean fast. That tongue can move at speeds you didn’t even know existed.

But his favorite time to get to munching is before you go to work.

“We got 10 minutes Armin.” He don’t need even need 10 he will make you cum in 5.

♡ Connie ♡

Ex! Connie getting fucking wasted and coming back home and eating you till your cummin everywhere…

I just know he eats it with his grillz on..I just know.

You want nasty head? Connie is your man for it. He gonna make it SLOPPY SLOPPY.

“Baby whatchu mean, we supposed to be in love..” his words slightly slur, he had a fuck boy grin plastered over his face. “stop acting like you ain’t happy to see me.”

He wasn’t supposed to be there and he knew that. But you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, especially when he was telling you how much he missed you. “Cmere baby i’ve been missin you..” & “I know you mad at me lemme change that.”

if ‘Let my face be yo chair’ was a person…

Sitting on his face is a pleasure to you and him. He gets to see his (ex) girlfriend and you get some head.

A win win in your books!

You grinding against his golden grills while his hands rub your waist up and down. “You got such pretty moans, lemme hear em baby.” & “Uh-huh, let it out mama.”

He’s looking you dead in your eyes while doing it too…

“You made such a mess baby. Don’t worry go to sleep, ima clean it up.” UGH THIS MAN….

best ex ever!

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going absolute feral for these men it don’t even make any sense.

[eclipixels]

Teasing The Monster

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: You love your sweet and kind boyfriend, but what about that other side of him? What are you willing to do to get the monster inside of him out to play?

Wanings: 🍋

[2,622 words]

     You and Yoichi have conflicting and busy schedules so when you two finally get a day off together, you take full advantage of it. It's usually spent going on dates and quality time, but you really couldn't go out today due to the weather warnings of a blizzard.

     So, you decided to stay in and watch a movie. You picked a random romance film, which turned out to be quite good. However, you didn’t expect the intimate scenes—or the way they’d leave you feeling so aroused.

     You were curled up beside Yoichi, just like always when the two of you sat close. Your heart raced as the couple on screen shared their passionate moments. Even after the movie ended, the lingering frustration between your legs remained, and Yoichi’s hand resting casually on your hip didn't help.

     You silently prayed that he wouldn’t figure it out. Somehow, he always seemed to know. Even before joining Blue Lock, he had a knack for reading your thoughts, but after coming back, his ability to read you had only sharpened.

     You swallowed hard, feeling your boyfriend shift behind you as he stretched.

     "That was a good movie, what'd ya think?" He asked, tilting his head towards you.

     "Was good." You said quickly, knowing that if you spoke more than three words, your tone would give away how you were feeling.

     Yoichi didn't find your response too odd, as you have often given vague answers in the past when asked about this sorta stuff.

     But it was your body language that betrayed you.

     "You okay?" He asked, his eyes showing concern. It made your heart melt how gentle and caring he was with you. So sweet and kind, it was the Yoichi you fell in love with your first year of High School.

     "Mhm" you responded, making the incredibly stupid decision of hiding your face in his chest. You thought this would throw him off your trail. He wouldn't be able to read you anymore and would just assume you needed some cuddles.

     But the flaw you didn't consider was how much worse this would make your problem.

     Being this close to him made it so much harder to contain the lustful thoughts that clouded your head. You also didn't consider how shifting yourself to fit into his chest would cause his hand to fall from your hip to above your thigh. This wasn't good.

     All was quiet for a moment, though. You thought you had beaten him, you felt a little proud of yourself too. All you could hear was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

     But then you heard him whisper in your ear, "I know you need me right now."

     A shiver ran down your spine.

     You looked up at him bewildered, a smirk playing on his lips. Before you could open your mouth to ask how, he already answered.

     "Tense, thighs pressed shut, not to mention that look on your face and how fast your heart is racing. I'm a little offended you thought I wouldn't notice."

     You look at his happy little grin, like he's accomplished something great. All you could do is roll your eyes, feeling extremely embarrassed and flustered.

     "So?" Is all you could manage to muster.

     "Wanna do something about it?" Yoichi murmurs in your ear, looking effortlessly sexy with his dark hair in his eyes and his tongue poking in his cheek.

     "Hm, maybe" You tease, your shy smile becoming something more mischievous.

     He can’t help but lean in and capture your lips in a soft kiss, holding you so tenderly like you'd break under his touch. So gentle. And you loved it, you loved how careful he was with you.

     But right now, you didn't want gentle.

     You wanted crazy, rough, and borderline feral Isagi. The one the world sees on the soccer field. There was only one way to get that Yoichi, and it was to deprive him of control.

     You stop your boyfriends roaming hands, constraining them in place. You could tell it caught him off guard. He knew he was what you wanted, he couldn't have possibly assumed wrong, and you even gave in to the kiss. Why were you doing the opposite of what you want? Why weren't you letting him touch you?

     "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked so innocently, baby blue eyes clouded with confusion. It almost made you feel bad. Your poor baby.

     You pulled away from the kiss, staring into those eyes. There was no fire in them yet. You needed to do more to get him riled up.

     You go back in for a kiss but this time on his neck. You shift a little, lifting yourself up onto his lap. You leave sloppy kisses along his jawline, neck, and collarbone while lazily grinding against him.

     He opens his mouth a little, pretty little noises escaping past his soft lips. And then you just stopped. Now he was even more confused. Why were you teasing him? Was it just for fun to torture him like this?

     That's when you saw it, the spark. A slight frown also began tugging at his lips. He was beginning to grow frustrated. You needed one more push to replace your sweet, kind boyfriend with the domineering, best striker in the world Yoichi Isagi.

     You could tell he was giving you some grace, he wanted to believe you weren't doing it on purpose. But you needed him to realize what it was you wanted. He was always reading your mind and figuring out things you didn't want him to. Let's see if he can figure out something you do want him to.

     As your final move, you completely pulled yourself off of him. You admit, it pained you to leave him all hot and bothered like that. You stood up and got ready to casually walk away, thinking of what excuse you were going to give.

     "Just where do you think you're going?" He erupted, a hand landing on your waist, pulling you back towards him. You collapsed underneath him on the bed, his hands pinning you to the mattress.

     "The kitchen?" You say, trying to act like you didn't know what you were doing.

     "Try again." He commands. His face was mere inches away from yours again. There was no way you were going to leave him like this, with a problem only you could solve. You could see the little flames starting to appear.

     You couldn't help the smug grin that broke out of your lips. "Why don't you find out, egoist?"

     It's like you flipped a switch inside of him and now his mind was racing with thoughts. Thoughts of fucking you to oblivion and thoughts of what the hell you were playing at.

     “what’s the matter?” you lay waiting, panting beneath him. "Can't figure it out?"

     He looked at you, in the same way he gets when he’s piecing himself together during a match. It happens when you don’t let him in and he can't get what he wants.

     This is where everything changes. You finally got to the little monster inside of him.

     “don’t push, brat” he breathes, his voice low and daring. It enough to make you squeeze your thighs together again, trying to relieve the frustration. But your own selfishness leads to your loss as it was all that was needed for Yoichi to figure it out.

     "Oh" he smirks against your lips, trailing wet kisses down your neck, mimicking your earlier actions on him. "I get it."

     Your breath hitches once he gets to the sensitive part of your collarbone, his lips sucking on the skin that would leave pretty little purple marks in the morning.

     "You want me when I'm mean, isn't that right, princess?" He finishes off by biting the skin there. You yelp, looking down to see your skin between his teeth.

     You don't say anything, knowing it that it would annoy him more.

     "Answer me." He growled against your skin. “you know how this usually ends for you.”

     You don't care, you want the consequences. You instead giggle, watching Yoichi go crazy from the way your treating him. But, he loves a game. He knows he'll make you give in, he just has to devour you at your own game. Tease you back.

     He has you trapped underneath him, pressing his knee in-between your legs ever so slightly, putting the smallest amount of pressure. You let out a slight noise and it was music to Yoichi's ears. He wanted more, give him more.

     His kisses go down from your neck to your chest, lifting your shirt up to lazily lick the area around your breasts. He was marking you like crazy too, hickeys forming everywhere his lips have touched.

     His hands go down, playing with the waistband of your panties. You know you're soaked at this point.

     You feel embarrassed when Yoichi dips his hands into your underwear and immediately gets coated in your slick. The smirk he gives when he pulls his hands out to make you look.

     "Look at how needy you are for me." He spoke cockily before plunging his finger inside of you. You let out a moan of relief and it sent fireworks down Yoichi's body. You feel his fingers play against your folds, starting to fuck you faster and harder.

     Just when you're about to cum, he stops. You jolt, whining in frustration at the lack of release. You pout, giving him a look that conveyed what he was doing was unfair.

     "Whats the matter? Isn't this what you wanted?" Yoichi grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. You feel his hardness against you as he goes on to kiss you, sucking on your lower lip.

     "Ichi, need you," You whine pathetically, looking up at him through your tear-stained lashes. Your boyfriend scoffs at this, wondering how you could be so cruel to him earlier and then go on acting like you were the victim in the situation.

     "What do you need from me?" he asks, already anticipating your answer, knowing it will strike just the right chords in his brain. The sweet satisfaction of hearing your desires, him being the only one in the world that could please them.

     "All of you, n-need all of you in me. Wanna be stuffed full of you." You cry out, growing impatient.

     "I want you to look at what I do to you, m'kay?" He makes out between breathy whispers. You nod in response, watching as he pulls back and a rush of a cold air hits from the lack of his warm body against yours.

     Suddenly, you feel the soft flesh of his cock against your core and the soft slam of him entering you. You mewl into his touch, his right hand going up to hold your hip in place and the other on your breast.

     It feels live heaven and earth colliding as he repeatedly fucks you into the mattress. All sorts of curses fall out your mouth as you melt like putty, your mind dissolving.

     You look away, your head turning to the side as you try to take him in. Yoichi snaps, his hand grabbing your chin to face it downward, forcing you to watch how his cock slides in and out of your needy, wet cunt.

     "So disobedient, when'd you become such a brat?" He growled through his teeth. "Huh? What happened to my sweet little Y/n."

     "ichi, please...” you gasp with the heavy slam of his hips against yours. You let out a cry of satisfaction, loving the unhinged way he was looking at you. It was like a high you could only get when with each other.

     “No,” He denies you. “why’d you gotta mess with me like that, huh?”

     You start to see stars as he handles you like a rag doll, his grip sure to leave bruises. This is exactly what you wanted. This was better than the movie scenes from earlier.

     "G-gonna come" You whine, feeling the heat in your stomach gather into a ball.

     "Oh really?" He mocked, leaning back to angle himself deeper. "'Think you deserve to? Who said you could."

     "Ichi" You pleaded, bleary eyed. Yoichi could practically die at your cuteness, which is what made it so much better when you begged.

     "Teasing me just to make me mad?—fuck—could've just asked nicely. Y'know how badly you got me wrapped around your finger."

     "Don't stop, please. I'm sorry, s-so sorry" you placed a hand on his chest and the other on his back, clawing your nails down.

     "Oh? You're sorry?" He mocked, knowing full well the extent he'd go to mess with even the person he loved most in the world. "I don't think you are"

     Without warning, Yoichi flips you over so that you're lying on your stomach. He has your face stuffed into a pillow and ass up, enjoying the way your whole body shakes each time he slams into you. He leaves harsh kisses all down your back.

     With one last thrust into you, your body erupts in flames as your orgasm takes over. You swear you saw the heavens as your eyes rolled back and your nails dug into your boyfriend's skin. Obscenities fill the room as you come undone. Pain and exhaustion shoot through your legs once you're done, and you realize how much Yoichi has really worked you.

     Your pretty boyfriend isn't far behind as he comes after, filling you to the brim with his milky seed. He holds your hips down onto him, giving a few sloppy last thrusts before collapsing beside you.

     "Too cute," Your boyfriend coos, stars sparkling in his eyes. He laughs at how absolutely dazed you look right now, returning back to the normal sweet Yoichi Isagi you knew and loved. You just stare at him, trying to figure out how he could just do that. Was that even the same person?

     "I meant it when I said you could've just asked, by the way." He smiles, wrapping a hand around your waist as he pulls you into a cuddle.

     "Oh, I just was- I didn't know how to ask." You admit, feelings a little dumb. I mean, how do you ask your boyfriend you want him to go feral and man-handle you without raising some concerns?

     "That's okay, I can always figure it out on my own anyway. You're my favorite book to read." He snuggles into you, placing his face into the crook of your neck. He could never get enough of you. He didn't mind reading in between the lines for you, but God did he love it when you told him what you wanted directly.

     "Okay, I'll tell you next time." You breathed, leaning into his embrace, both your skins sticky with sweat.

     "Next time..." He blushed, thinking about it. No, seriously, how was this the same guy? Was he actually growing flustered thinking about it right after he just fucked you dumb?

     "Yes, next time, ichi." You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It was a vanilla-ish contrast to the events of today.

     "I love you so much." He whispered, adoring the way you doted on him.

     "I love you more."

     "But don't tease me like that again, next time I won't be so nice." He growled, and you swear you almost died on the spot.

     "That just makes me more inclined to." You laugh, looking up into his cerulean eyes that glowed with a green fire.

     "What am I going to do with you?" He shakes his head, fingers climbing up your ribs.

     "I have some ideas..." You propose. Today was going to be a long day. And you had no interruptions to stop you.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

König shaving the readers 🐱 while making eye contact....

👄 *bites bottom lip*

I go feral for your writing my dear ❤️‍🔥

"Stop squirming."

Your legs are slightly shaking from the wide spread they are forced into to accomodate a giant between them. The said giant places a large, warm palm on your inner thigh to punctuate his command – and open you up even more.

"Please be careful," you plead as if this wasn't your idea in the first place: to have König shave your pussy with one of his knives.

You were sure he would say no because it's dangerous, but it turns out your shy request was too delicious to refuse. Other men would've probably looked at you like you're a freak and told you to shave it yourself, but König merely tilted his head and told you he would need more than one knife to do it: a big one for larger areas and a few smaller blades to finish.

"Who do you think I am?" He grunts, slightly insulted. You know he's a master when it comes to knives, you would trust this man with your life, but now that he's there, wielding a blade so close to your delicate folds, you're not so sure... What if something slips?

But König is extremely careful, and extremely gentle. This man handles his duties with obsessive dedication, so why would this be any different? And besides, you're not work, you're the love of his life.

He has fallen into some sort of a flow state with what must be two of his favorite things: a sharp, deadly blade and a soft, inviting pussy. You can do nothing but bite your lip as he shaves you with a razor-sharp focus. The knife doesn't hurt you at all: actually, it feels like he's caressing your skin with a feather.

Every once in a while he gives you a glance, probably to see how you're doing. Being on display like this for him is more than enough to make your heart flutter, but it's those dark, heated looks that make you wet.

"There... Endlich fertig." He eventually rises from between your legs and leans back to examine his work with silent approval in his stare. Then he gets a warm, wet towel to wipe you clean, and admires you once more, like your freshly shaved pussy is a work of art.

His work of art.

"Pretty," he concludes, then looks at you with another trademark flash that usually precedes a good wrecking. You squirm again, merely from that horny, promising stare fixed on you from beneath the darkness of his mask. Even your thighs start to drift closed; it's simply a reaction to him being so obsessed with you. You don't even know whether it's born from the instinct to hide your vulnerable parts from a predator or because you know it will drive him crazy when you play a little hard to get.

"Keep them open," he orders, his voice dropping a note or two. You obey immediately; you wouldn't even dream of rejecting him. You only look at him with wide, love-filled eyes as he starts to lift the mask.

You should've known he wants a taste after looking at your throbbing, wet cunt – the one he just called pretty – from up close for solid 15 minutes. You can play hard to get as much as you want, but your pussy always gives you away. It's almost dripping by now, and answers him with another wink as the familiar pair of cruel lips and a brutally scarred jawline are revealed from behind the rising veil of darkness.

And god... He's smiling.

"Have to get my reward, eh?"

[sanspuppet]

✰ 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 : 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 ✰

✰ W/T: smut

✰ short description for each member: habits/kinks, what they like, fav position

✰ i dont know if what i wrote is quite banal, anyways i wanted to make a list of my feral thoughts yep-

✰ Hongjoong

he loves to be a rough sub, lets you ride him tho he enjoys a lot to take the lead beneath you because he knows it would get you extremely quick to your orgasm, smirking and chuckling at the sight of your desperate reaction

very loud when he feels to, better be alone while you have sex cuz the room would be filled with his grunts and groans

follows your thighs up and down gripping them, his favorite way to mark you are scratches (he caresses and kisses them once you finish cuz he’s kinda worried it might hurt you)

✰ Seonghwa

most of times it all starts with cuddles sessions, you’re stuck in a deep kiss while he drags his hands over your body, once he has the chance to massage your breast he can’t contain himself anymore

i feel like he’s more into missionary, so he can lay on your body, feel your warm skin, kiss you to cut your moans, whisper dirty things into your ears with his low voice

i think he’s the type who can’t last long on a single orgasm but surely can have multiples, leading you to your owns till you can’t take anymore

✰ Yunho

he’s surely the type to fingerfuck you with his long, slender fingers (which doesn’t take long for you to cum around them) to prepare your tight walls before taking his big friend

loves to praise you, despite sometimes his sentences are cut by his own groans (a mist of high and low pitched)

feels like he’s into both sub and dom, being an ass man he surely likes reverse cowgirl and doggy

✰ Yeosang

yeah most of y’all gonna argue if he’s into vanilla or rough fuck… imma say that he bases simply on your mood: whether you’re horny and crave for nothing but his dick or have a chill night because he just needs to release his load inside you while you’re almost falling asleep

he likes to have your legs wrapped around his waist while he leans down to take fully your tits in his hands, he barely knows where his eyes want to land because, oh fuck he wants to see every fucking detail

loves when you’re the needy one but he can’t also contain himself for long

✰ San

he makes you know that it’ll be a long night by teasing you all day long, sometimes you’re even the one who just begs him at some point because you can’t mentally stand teasing anymore

he’s into rough fuck, tho he likes passionate too, he just loves the arousal that gets him when he fucks your brains out. Your loud moans are just pure music to his ears so he simply goes with raw and hard

definitely the dom type (uhum any position that involves the sight of your ass), but this man also likes to be your personal fucktoy because he finds you extremely hot as a horny woman that wants only to use his sex

✰ Mingi

we all know he’s the type to love every single part of your body and every kind of stimulation you enjoy he would do it without even think of complaining or judging: what his woman craves is what his woman gets

tho he’s the type to eat you out, play with your breast, and all the shit you’d like to do, i bet his favorite way to fuck is randomly bending you over the first table he finds, no minding if there’s the chance you’d get caught, he doesn’t cares, he just wants you right there and now

of course he likes to show you his big and confident side but sometimes when he’s tired all he really wants is to become a whiny baby under your touch

✰ Wooyoung

he’d always be a whines and moans mess, it wouldn’t surprise anyone if he’s the type to cry from pleasure when you take good care of him

he likes to be both dom and sub, if you’re in for multiple rounds you’re probably gonna switch roles every orgasm

something tells me he loves thighs, every time you’d wear short dresses or outfits that expose your legs he’d go easily crazy over you, and he would never stop teasing you until he gets the chance to rip those clothes off of your body

✰ Jongho

he fucking loves when you grip at his toned biceps while you grind over his lap, he would be more than pleased by having you on top of him so you could feel just how strong his body feels beneath you

let’s be honest he’s probably the one with the highest stamina, if he’s gonna take the lead don’t even think he’d get enough with a couple orgasms

tho his moans would be so damn pretty i think he wouldn’t be louder than some needy sighs and whines, apart from when he reaches his climax he would let out the most delicious sound you’d ever hear

[yoyomomiko]

“More!”

Pairings: Giyuu x F!Vampire!Reader

Summary: Giyuu knows you're not a demon, no, you're something else. That's why he decided to keep you, hide you from everyone else. But what would happen when his little friend gets hungry? What happens when she decides to just feast onto the first human she sees?

Warnings: Biting; marking, suggestive (not heavy, only slight-nsfw), CONSENSUAL (Tomioka is hesitant at first, but then he accepts it), BLOOD!!

(A/N): I finally managed to write the first fanfic of the Halloween List and uh it could've been better... This is so cringe and I had second hand embarassment while writing this, it's also just straight up rushed and it's sooo bad (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) -> halloween m.list

Finding you hiding in the woods under the shadows was something Giyuu wasn't expecting. He wanted to behead you at first, but you weren't a demon... He truly thought you were one, but you seemed different. He didn't believe in vampires, for him, those were just children's tales. But once he confirmed you were one, he couldn't help but bring you home. The rules are that you must behead demons, but they never mentioned anything about vampires, did they?

You were beautiful, extremely ethereal in Giyuu's point of view, not that he'd care about looks. You didn't attack him, you seemed scared a little, and somehow friendly.

And that's what brought you here, in his mansion.

Tomioka left on a mission, leaving you all alone in his home. He didn't think much of the consequences, because you promised that you'll stay put and be good. The only problem was that he's been gone for 7 days already.

You felt like you were starving. Giyuu usually took you outside at night and you would hunt down for anything but humans, according to Tomioka and his orders.

He told you to stay inside, hide, and not leave no matter what. You clawed on the wooden floor as you sat in a corner, your long nails leaving scratch marks. You couldn't keep going like this, desire filled you, hunger, need, you name it.

The most you've gone without feasting onto something was about two days, but this was something else. A whole week was too much, and you couldn't just simply keep control.

You tried calming yourself down, counting, but the more you did so, the more you could feel your mind blur, dizzy, nauseous, it felt all so horrible.

Your lips formed a frown, before parting slightly, revealing your sharp teeth. You felt a painful ache in your head, only feeding onto the hunger.

You swore, promised yourself, that the first living being you'd see, you would feast upon it.

Just then, you heard the door slide open. You couldn't lower your hunger, as you quickly forced yourself to your feet. You ran to the door, only to be met with Giyuu, who just placed his sword in its place.

"What...?" He asked in a hush tone, raising a brow as he noticed how feral you looked.

You knew better than to attack him, but you just couldn't help it.

You slowly took a few steps towards him, your teeth exposed, eyes wide and filled with desire. Giyuu noticed that, almost instantly. He didn't want to hurt you, but if he truly needed to, he would.

All of the sudden, you rushed towards him, and all he could do was move aside as quickly as he could. After that, he immediately grabbed your wrists, so fast that you couldn't even prevent it. His grip was tight, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape.

You bared your fangs with a snarl, and that helped him understand. You were hungry, maybe too hungry. So hungry that he knew he didn't have time to let you hunt outside.

He noticed the look in your eyes. If you had a heart, it would pound out of your chest while you'd be blushing like crazy.

You forced your face closer to him, almost like a snapping turtle, your arms twitching as they tried to break free from Giyuu's hold.

"Stop this." He demanded. his voice still quiet. His brows were furrowed together, staring at you.

You felt your knees buckle. Was it his voice that was making you feel like this? Was it just being bossed around or being thrown orders at, making you feel this way?

"Please-" You managed to stutter out, your eyes widening. You had to taste him and his blood, you wanted his blood, you wanted him, you needed him.

"I need-" You tried to stop resisting, struggling to hint at what you desired.

He understood quickly, but he shook his head. No way could he ever let you taste his blood, not only would that possibly weaken him (not that he didn't already waste a ton of energy while on his mission), but the mark from your teeth would be pretty visible and not easy to hide.

"Please!" You begged, eyes wide and pleading. You let out a huff, now struggling against his grip again. You didn't want to hurt him, to cause him pain, but you couldn't hold yourself back.

Giyuu glanced to the side, his lips parting slightly as his eyes softened a bit. He was thinking about it now, considering if this was the best thing he could do aside from tying you up.

He sighed, gazing back to your pleading face. He couldn't resist it, with your pouty lips, wide, glossy eyes and just straight up feral look.

His grip loosened a little, but not enough to let you attack him. He tilted his head to the side, allowing space for you to taste him.

Your eyes widened before quickly softening. You slowly got your face closer to him, before licking up his neck, finding the spot that you wanted to bite into.

He flinched at your actions, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He wasn't used to somebody licking up his neck like this.

You couldn't help but softly place a kiss on his neck, wich caused him to blush furiously.

Your teeth slowly grazed his skin, causing a shiver to go up his spine. You let your teeth sink in, breaking the flesh as you started drawing blood.

Giyuu bit onto his lips, closing his eyes shut as he placed a hand on the small of your back, the other on your head, completely letting you go now, all free.

You took a nice amount of blood, slowly pulling away and wiping your lips, taking a look at his red face, all while he took heavy breaths. The blood was trickling from the bite, and that made it look more appetizing. You couldn't help but pull him harshly against you, licking up the wound while he tried his best to surpress his noises.

The smell of his blood, let alone the taste of it, was better than you could've imagined. You wanted- no, needed more.

You let your fangs sink in once more, while he just took ahold of your hair and pulled on it, causing your neck to snap back and your lips to leave his neck. You let out a whine, your hands on his shoulders as you dug your nails deep, earning a groan from him.

"More!" You demanded, struggling to get another taste of his delicious blood.

In all of your years as a vampire, you've never drank blood that was just so purely tasty. The way it would slowly flow into your mouth was heavenly, and you wanted as much as you could take.

"You've taken enough." He replied, voice barely above a whisper and surprisingly calm. His eyes were narrowed as he kept you in the same position, your back arching as he tugged harshly on your hair once more.

"More, please!" Your nails dug deeper into his shoulder as he let out a hiss, quickly grabbing both of your wrists with his free hand while keeping your head back and away from his neck.

You needed more, you really did. It was too good to just go to waste like that, to not get drank. It was delicious, and you needed more.

Your thighs were unconsciously rubbing together, trying to pull your head back up and into his flesh again, but to no avail.

"I'll do anything, just please!" You begged, looking completely ridiculous.

Giyuu took another look at you, eyeing you up and down. He let out a huff, getting closer to you, his exposed neck in front of you yet again.

You took no time and immediately feasted once more, drinking as much as he'd let you, licking up his wound, admiring the beautiful red and purple marks that you trailed down to his collarbone. You nibbled, licked and bit his skin more times than you could count, and all he did was sit there and take it, only letting out a few sighs or gasps that were barely audible.

No matter how many times he'd pull away, how many times you've bit onto him, how many times you got a taste of his blood, you still asked for more.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[gorgonwrites]

wriothesley headcanons

NSFW below the cut! minors DNI. 18+

author's note: i'm BACK!!! and i am obsessed with a certain duke from genshin, good gawds. my best friend and i starting spitting ideas out about our fav genshin men, and i decided i wanna share these with you all. :) enjoy! <3

This man is covered in tattoos- he just tends to dress so they aren’t visible. He has a Cerberus piece that takes up his entire back, and he has lots of florals that cover his legs and arms and chest. That’s his secret little way of bringing some of the overworld down to him. 

Wriothesley is SUPER outdoorsy. He doesn’t make it a habit to spend a lot of time away from the Fortress of Meropide, but when he does go up to the overworld he’s most likely trying to soak up as much sunshine and fresh air as he can. 

He gets sunburned so easily, bless him. Even if he slathers sunscreen on, it's guaranteed he’ll come back to the Fortress burnt to a crisp. He never complains though. He took Sigewinne camping once, and his sunburn was so bad she was convinced he had sun poisoning when they got back home. 

He loves taking cheesy photos where he’s “holding” or “leaning on” landmarks, and is always super smug about the pictures if they turn out exactly like he wanted. 

Has a photic sneeze reflex. And on that note- the man’s sneezes are so fucking obnoxious. They echo throughout the Fortress when he sneezes in his office. He gets his feelings hurt if no one says ‘bless you’ though. 

To show love, Wriothesley gives physical touch and gifts. He loves seeing small things throughout his long days that remind him of his partner, and he wants them to know he’s thinking of them constantly. 

To receive love, he needs physical touch and words of affirmation. Trust is extremely hard for him, so having verbal reassurance is key to him relaxing and building trust with his partner. 

Is literally just a little baby. The man would melt into being cuddled after a long, hard day.

nsfw below<3

This man has a SERIOUS praise kink. He needs to know when he’s doing well and the reassurance drives him crazy. He’s also quick to give praise to his partners- the intimacy makes him melt. Will lose his mind if someone calls him a good boy. 

He also has a very mild degradation kink- he loves to tease his partners or slightly embarrass them. He can’t help that he’s fucking them stupid! 

T I T T Y MAN!!! 

Pierced nips because he likes the look of them. 

Obsessed with his partners riding his face. He just wants to be a tool for their pleasure, and in his opinion that's the perfect way to let them use him how they want.

He loves bondage, but more specifically, he loves shibari. He thinks it's beautiful, and the time spent tying his partners up in intricate positions feels incredibly intimate to him. 

He also has a bit of a sadistic streak- he loooooves predicament bondage too. 

Mild voyeur and exhibitionist kink, he’s a bit jealous at times though so he tends to lean more into exhibitionism. 

He LOVES edging. Giving and receiving- the delayed gratification of it all makes him feral. If he’s edging his partner, he wants to see tears and hear begging before he finally gives in and lets them come. If he’s on the receiving end, he tries to hold out as long as  humanly possible because he gets so lost in the pleasure. He’s usually crying out by the end, though. 

Generally, such a soft and tender lover. He’s very attentive and adapts well. He would most likely try anything at least once, and would say if he didn’t like something in particular. He expects the same from his partners. 

[midnightmayhem13]

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

nsfw headcanons for the ladies! minors dni nd enjoy!🩶

carol danvers

•obviously has a captain kink

•she's a hardcore dom and loves being rough

•definitely has a lot of strap ons

•she loves when you wrap her arms and legs around her

•goes crazy when you pull her hair

•she has a big praise kink nd loves when she knows she making you feel good

•def loves missionary

•grips you rlly hard on the hip nd always leaves faint bruises

•loves staring at the scratches on her back

•leaves neck kisses while she pounds into u

•so many nicknames

•loves making you scream so ppl can hear

•doesn't like quickes cuz she needs to admire you 

•leaves love bites all over ur body

•will eat it from the back

•gets so needy for your body

•she's obsessed with you

•stares at you lovingly and making you shy under her gaze

•her pupils get so big

•while grope you ass nd tits

•lil temperature play cuz of her powers

•when she's bottom she gets so whiney

•loves face sitting either way

•aftercare is v sweet and she's wipe you down and makes sure ur warm and all ur needs are fulfilled 

sharon carter

• SHE HIT IT FROM THE BACK❕

•she loves slapping your ass and leaving light pink marks

•her favorite thing to do is fuck you from the back and wrap her arms around you and play w ur clit

•degradation kink fs

•she hates when you tease her

•has a mirror in front of her bed

•you cockwarm her when she's on business calls

•OMG MOMMY KINK

•she loves choking you

•loves to pull ur hair so you arch ur back

•makes you scream so ur voice is hoarse in the morning

•switches positions rlly abruptly

•handcuffs.

•whispers dirty things in public to make you squirm

•loves quicks bc sometimes she needs you so bad

•goes crazy if she makes you squirt

•she fs a power bottom

•could eat you out for hours

darcy lewis

•she is DEF a bottom nd sometimes a power bottom

•she's super needy

•lets out high pitched moans and whimpers

•pulls on ur hair a lot

•she loves begging, either you for her or her for you

•sloppily makes out with you while you fuck her

•leaves lipstick all over ur lips

•really sensitive neck

•while literally shake from you giving her neck kisses

•really loud honestly

•she loves leaving lip stick marks all over ur body face and neck

•wears lace undergarments and teases you with them

•she calls you mommy

•can't help but bite your lips while you two kiss

•sometimes accidentally draws blood, she apologizes profusely but you think it's hot

•scratches your whole back and loves to try to show them off

•super sleepy after sex

•she loves aftercare and you give her the best you can

•usually asks to wear your shirt or hoodie to bed

nebula

•takes a while before you two have sex

•although she would be top bc she wants to feel like she has power

•once you two get comfortable all she wants to do is you

•the fingers on her robotic arm vibrate

•she loves using them

•makes out with ur boobs

•leaves love-bites on them

•will straight up ask "can i fuck you" or "can we have sex"

•the first time she was scared bc she thought ur moans and whines were of discomfort

•stares at your face when ur overwhelmed with pleasure

•soft sex at first but then turns into mildly rough sex

•goes feral if you wrap ur arms around her neck and pull her into ur boobs

•smugly smirks when she makes you cum

•peter teaches her perverted things that u two can do

•holds you when u start shaking

•when she finds out she can eat you out all she wants to do is be between ur legs

•loves squeezing ur body bc ur astonishingly beautiful and soft to her

•super protective the day after

•when you fall asleep after you two are done she holds you and whispers sweet nothing to you

maria hill

•daddy

•absolutely loves sloppy sex

•she can be rlly rough and demanding but also extremely soft and slow

•her ocean eyes go all black full with lust

•loves bondage

•longggg ass sessions after a long day

•passionate kisses all over you

•gun kink...:)

•will slap ur tits and grope them aggressively

•loves cowgirl

•she'll lay back and put her hands behind her head and watch you feel good

•omg shower sex

•she'll love doing it in the car after a date when you two cannot wait to get home

•runs her hands through ur hair when u eat her out

•makes out naked with you in the bathtub while you two take a bath together

•grips ur jaw to make you do what she wants

•a lot of pet names between you two

•sleepy all sticky and sweaty bc she doesn't wanna leave ur side for a second in that moment

kate bishop

•she's either a lil vanilla bean in bed or a hardcore daddy

•she's shy in bed bc she's awkward in general and doesn't want to hurt you

•also doesn't rlly know what to do

•but she knows enough so you two start getting the hang of it

•you two experiment together

•she loves hearing you moan her name

•a lot of giggle between you two

•she lets out breath moans and whines

•she runs her fingers along ur curves

•you do the same and admire eachothers body

•she places a lot of kisses on ur head when she makes you cum for the first time

•soft sex

•you two hold eachother close in bed

•so many delicate kisses all over your bodies

•she's super sweet and goes super slow and only speeds up when you give her permission

•now if ur a daddy kate believe

•she calls you princess, doll, baby, pretty girl nd stuff like that

•she has some strap ons nd loves to use them

•presses down on ur tummy bulge

•teasing kisses around ur area

•leave hickies all over ur inner things and lower belly

•softest aftercare ever

•puts u in a lavender scented bath in her jet bathtub

hope i did them all justice! lmk what you wanna see next! ty for reading🩶

[vulpisnocturna]

My deary. I see you are back (hopefully somewhat better), but I need you bad as ever!

Yes I totally ripped that from a song, but it’s literally what came to mind.

Been thinking *a lot,* per usual. About all the Uchiha men in my life. You know me, biggest Shisui slut to have scorched this planet. Anyways, if you’re feeling it, it doesn��t necessarily have to be Shisui—can be Itachi. Or whatever.

Wildcard list of hc for these men. Things that they didn’t realize were arousing, but then when they see you do them—it just tightens the slacks a bit. Probably something they should feel ashamed about but don’t.

And in all honesty if your not feeling it, then I totally appreciate you reading my wild whims. Or if something else, because creative freedom is always appreciated from my favs here, do something else.

I just really crave this man, and your writing of him. I eat the words your fingertips formulate like a rabid beast.

Sincerely,

Me 🙂❤️❤️

My darling! Let me see what I can cook.

Shisui - Itachi secret turn ons (?) 🫶🏻

Shisui

- puns. I think Shisui would be the type of guy who sees you make a stupid dad joke or pun and he is like

- red lipstick. I don’t know why, it just makes his knees jelly and something else quite… hard.

-sassiness. It makes him smile, especially if you’re quite a bit shorter than him, he thinks it’s cute.

Itachi

- I think Weasel Boy is into thigh high socks (me too tbh). I think he would stare like he’s trying to X-ray your legs if you wore thigh high socks

- Smiles. Your smiles to him are extremely sweet and also uplifting. And yes, they turn him on. One, because you’re smiling at him and his heart is going crazy knowing he made you happy, two because there’s so much cruelty in the world and you look so radiant and you’re his light. He’ll gift you a little smile of his own 🥹

- If you read to him 🥺 especially when he’s blind AF. He is going to be so in love with that stuff. Bonus points (and probably Itachi going feral) if you brush his hair while you read to him. Itachi when Reader does these things:

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival kinks ♠️

Mostly just spicy but Karu and Morvay are a bit explicit

Yakumo

Ok ok, hear me out… bondage. He is scared of intimacy and also scared of his own power, so what better way than to symbolically take away his power. He knows if he asks then you'll stop immediately, but something about the soft bindings holding his wrists above his head and having someone else be able to take complete control is very enticing to him. Soft words and firm actions coming from his partner is definitely what he enjoys the most.

Edmond

Praise kink. Both giving and receiving. He's got a need to please and if you whisper how good he makes you feel in his ear he's going to have to struggle not to cum instantly. Even though he loves knowing how good he's doing, he also loves hair pulling. He loves a partner who can be a little dominant, and the feeling of you lacing your fingers through his long hair and giving a slight tug drives him absolutely crazy.

Olivine

He's a masochist. This isn't even a headcanon, it's just canon. He's more of a fan of getting his nipples pinched and choking than he is spanking. There's something exciting about the amount he has to trust somebody to let them do this to him. He also enjoys a fair amount (or unfair amount) of teasing. Really build up his longing before you finally let him do anything about it.

Quincy

Primal play and all the perks that go with it. This includes marking, biting, domination, ECT. He doesn't let himself indulge in his instincts for fear of hurting his partner. Most of the time sex with him is slow, careful, and loving. It will take some work but you can convince him to let out more of his primal side. Despite his fear of losing himself he can still snap back to reality if he thinks he's pushed you too far. It will take a few sessions for him to actually be able to let himself go completely, but when he does he's not going to stop until you are both completely spent.

Kuya

He has a thing for watching you contort in pleasure. The way your eyebrows knit together and your mouth gapes open like a silent prayer because of him. He loves it so much. To get in the mood he loves to watch you play with yourself before he finally jumps in. Bringing a mirror into the bedroom also really gets him going because he can watch you from every angle. He also loves teasing you and may make you watch yourself in the mirror as he fucks you before he lets you cum. Toys and orgasm denial are also huge turn ons for him. Basically he loves to tease you and the more reactions he can pull from you the better.

Blade

Not so much a kink but he loves if you set the mood. He doesn't quite realize that he enjoys being pampered. Soft blankets and fluffy pillows beneath him, the soft glow of lamplight, it all makes him feel loved and that love turns to excitement.

Garu

Not sure if this counts as a kink but he loves when you moan his name. To him it's the sweetest sound in the world and makes him so hard. To him a vocal partner is a happy partner and he loves to make you happy!

Karu

Breeding kink. I still think he's verse so either he wants to fill your guts with his seed or you fill his until it's dripping down his thigh. Just the anticipation of it is enough to make him a bit feral. If that doesn't work for you though he also has a secret soft spot. His ears and tail are extremely sensitive and if you even just brush your hand over his fur he'll just melt. Nip his ears if he denies it and watch how red his face gets

Dante

The idea of getting caught excites him, but not quite to the point of exhibition. This mostly manifests as marking each other. Scratch marks down his back and hickeys on your shoulders and neck. The way you get flustered if anybody asks about the “bug bite” on your neck gets him all sorts of riled up. Same if he notices anybody noticed the scratches on him, his people are smart enough not to mention it but the idea that they know gets him excited. Sometimes he'll make sure to leave the door unlocked just to make you nervous. He knows nobody's going to dare disturb him in the limited down time he gets, but the thought that someone might…

Rei

Dirty talk and overstimulation. Dirty talk is self explanatory, but preferably he wants dirty banter between the two of you. Being honest about every dirty thought that goes through your head. Letting each other peek into the others desires. With the overstimulation, that's for him. He loves the feeling of his orgasm building and denies himself release until he truly can't hold back. This can be a bit frustrating for you if he tops because suddenly he'll just stop moving so he can get down from the edge, but when he does stop he's going to lean in real close and tell you exactly how he's feeling in the filthiest words you have ever heard.

Eiden

Yes. Eiden is well practiced in most kinks, and so far he hasn't found one he didn't enjoy at least a little. Being a switch also gives him opportunities to try more things. His only real turn off is when someone is being genuinely mean. Teasing and finding his partners' limits are both big turn ons for him though.

Aster

Unpopular opinion but Aster is a dom who loves presentation. Get into something skimpy with barely a gift ribbon covering your crotch, and sit on the bed ready and waiting for him. Maybe throw some rose petals around to help the mood. Aster lives for pageantry, and loves having you completely willing and eager for his touch. The sense of ego it gives him is unmatched.

Morvay

Cum play and whatever you enjoy most. He's very adaptable and because of his status as an incubus he gets so much physical pleasure from his partners physical pleasure. He wants your cum on him, he wants it in his mouth, in his ass, anywhere you want. If you let him cum in your mouth he will kiss you just to taste himself on your lips. Any cum that gets on you, whether it's yours or his, he will lick clean. Never wanting to waste a single drop.

[3416]

I’m gonna say something and maybe I sound crazy or wrong bc I’m not paying 100% attention. But I feel like the tone of Auston and Mitch’s interactions have changed?? And it feels proportional to the increasing amount of shit Mitch has taken from haters the last few years. Like it used to be Austin was cool with ribbing Mitch or teasing (in a nice way) on IG or in interviews. But now he’s very “don’t mess with Mitch”. Like in interviews he’s shutting down outsiders or other people that doubt Mitch left and right; or like “if I’m good on PK, it’s bc of Mitch” or “Mitch does everything for this team”. He’s always done it, to a certain extent, but now he’s reached like Feral Form. And Mitch obvs (for good reasons) has become very insular esp on social or when dealing with the media, except for Auston; like “Auston and I are hard to play with bc we’ve mind melded and it’s hard for people to keep up”, and it’s all very intense. Which could mean nothing. Or I could be wrong idk.

no, i've 100000000049824829% thought and ranted about this before too. i think they've just become more and more closed off about their personal lives as times gone on which is extremely understandable, but i do think there's been a shift ever since mitch has taken on the whole scapegoat role the past couple years. like the time they asked about trading mitch on locker room cleanout day and auston actually scoffed...... fkldsjfkls. WHATEVER YOU GUYS SAY ! auston's never going to say something to even remotely negative about him and is always gonna be willing to credit mitch for parts of his success without even blinking. auston also gets to know mitch on a personal level and knows how much it affects him so i'm sure that plays a role in his whole unwillingness to even entertain critique abt him. they critique each other in private and know theyre the only guys who understand aspects of each other's games so it doesn't need to be aired out in public for misunderstanding.

it honestly makes me think of the spittin chiclets ep auston went on like when he was a rookie and he was making fun of mitch for watching cartoons on the plane and then the hosts started really digging at mitch and auston kinda backed off and started defending him like. every way he teases mitch is extremely familiar and loving, and i think he's just been learning about how twisted and serious this media market take everything and it's only getting worse the longer they go on without winning.

[fairszy]

arataki itto x begging !! ♡ "ugh . . . baby, please, i can't . ."

this prompt comes from this post !! so all credit to the idea goes to them ♡

contains : begging, animalistic sex teehee, overstimulation, size kink if you squint, creampies, afab!reader, service top!itto ♡

sometimes, having a boyfriend like itto has more than one perk. many actually. this man is an absolute saint. he loves hard and proves it through his copious amounts of love for the people in his life through different acts of service. being his partner was absolutely no exclusion from this. itto loved and cherished you deeply, everyone around you two knew it.

whether it was the large amount of lovebites on you at all times or even the way itto always had a protective arm around you in public, everyone was aware of the oni's love and passion for you. his smile when you'd walk into the room was brighter than a thousand suns and the way he talked about you was enough to make a married man feel single and lonely. you truly are the pride of itto's existence.

this being said, the man is rather addicted to you. itto will almost immediately do anything you ask him to without complaint . . so when you have him tied to a chair in your residence, sitting right on his lap where he cant touch or hold you. why it drives him crazy. it makes him almost feral . . but that's exactly what you want. he's grunting trying so hard to fight against the restraints you have on him but its all in vain.

"come on sunshine . . . this is so cruel !!"

he whines it like a child, a pout showing up on his perfect face in protest but you're not listening. you only roll your hips as to tease him even more, giggling to yourself at how pitiful all of this is. an oni, someone double your size, being tied down and pathetically begging to be released. all of this went to your head as you continued your motions. poor ittos cock was hard and threatening to burst out of its confinements.

"at least use your hand !! c'mon . . pleaseplease -"

you immediately cut him off with a kiss, making the oni whine into your mouth. all his sounds being beautifully swallowed up by you. he melts into this, trying to lean up to chase the softness of your skin as its the only part of you he's allowed to touch in this moment. you can feel a shift in him, something rather territorial as his breathing starts to get heavier and heavier. itto is reaching breaking point.

he lunges froward, the rope around his biceps snapping in a fury as now you're being pinned against the wooden floor. his breathing . . god is glorious. he's borderline panting in your ear, grunting and groaning as he fists a hand into his pants to free himself. there's no running from this. however, you believe that to be the case . . when all of a sudden his face softens once more. gentle kisses being placed against your exposed skin.

"that was torture . . please - let me take care of you. i'll do anything you ask just please let me touch you."

with the puppy dog eyes he's currently giving you, how could you refuse? with a small smile you nod and slowly sit up. you command him to remove your clothing as well as his own, the oni taking little to no time to do such actions. that's when the reality of the situation hit you. even though he was untied, you were still in control. he gave you the submission you wanted out of him without needing to be confined. itto was truly whipped for you.

your next command to him is something he'd more than happy to comply with. taking his length into his hands again itto now finds himself slowly pushing into the tight warmth of your walls, a loud satisfied noise leaving his mouth in pure bliss of such a feeling. truthfully, it has you biting your lip too. itto's extremely large and the bulging skin on your tummy proved this as he made his way fully inside of you.

he pounds into you with great force, a wave of moans and loud animalistic sounds following in his path. your vision blurs and you almost cant see straight. you want to cry out for a moment, to beg him to slow his pace but you knew that you truly didn't want him to. you wanted to be treated like this. this marks your first orgasm of the night. it has you shaking, spasming, and tugging at itto's hair. itto watches you like you're a movie. he stares, studying every single little reaction you make to the pleasure he gives you.

this is what makes him finish. he makes sure to pull your hips right down to his thighs, wanting to be fully inside of you while he cums. during his entire orgasm he's a mess of words,

"ohh fuck - you look so pretty - shit - archons i need to -"

is all he's able to get out before he's pounding into you again, both of you borderline screaming from such overstimulation so quickly after orgasm. this time its his turn to ignore you as you cry and beg for mercy, for him to let you take a moment to rest. he can't be bothered to comply this time, especially when you feel as good as you do. however he doesn't get far before he's whimpering again. itto pushes you into a mating press knowing just how good it feels for you. he howls in delight at such a nice feeling.

"ugh . . . baby, please, i can't . ."

the rest of his words fail him as he wails from the overstimulation. he finishes again, muttering copious amounts of things while he does - ranging from praises to degrading thoughts. it doesn't matter to him, nothing does but this - but you.

"you . . are like the biggest onikabuto you can find . . WAIT !! not like that - i mean like !! you . . are really rare . . and so so soooo pretty . . please, just a few more?"

those begging eyes never fail to work . . do they?