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noteguk · 4 years ago

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bad influence | jjk | m

— summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

— contents and warnings; pwp, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, jk has a big dick and an attitude, unprotected sex (condoms are your friends), jk being kind of a douche, use of the word “slut”, cum eating, creampie, cockwarming, possessiveness, he slaps her ass like once, enemies to fuckbuddies pretty much

— words; 4.5k

— author’s note; I got carried away because I don’t know how to control myself!!! Also bad boy Jungkook is a fucking concept and I’m exhausted. Have fun. // BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

You didn’t even know who you were trying to convince when you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Jungkook’s cheap charms anymore because, clearly, that wasn’t working. Every time you saw him, every dumb promise you made in front of the mirror came crumbling down, erasing your defenses along with it.

That whole “falling for the bad boy” fiasco was really pathetic, and you knew that terribly well. You thought you had prepared yourself well enough to see through that mess of testosterone and leather jackets, of hollow smirks and messy dark hair. You knew better than to get involved with someone that didn’t take anything seriously and, worse, that mocked you for doing the opposite.

You knew that Jeon Jungkook was nothing but trouble and, yet, you came crawling back to him every single time.

“Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, his eyes flickering shut at another roll of your hips. His voice was so deep, so rough, that you felt yourself clenching around nothing, a small whimper dripping from your lips as you pressed your panties against his bulge one more time. “You should wear skirts more often, you look like a sexy schoolgirl.”

You rolled your eyes, struggling to keep your balance on his lap. Straddling him on the driver seat of his car really wasn’t how you thought your night out would end, but it wasn’t all that surprising either. “I fucking hate you sometimes,” you spat.

Jungkook smirked, taking one of his large hands to the back of your head. “Only sometimes? I should try harder, then.”

You were left without a chance to respond because, within a second, he was pressing his lips against yours in a deep, sensual kiss. Jungkook always made out with you like he was about to lose you, like he was drowning and you were his last, desperate gush of air. Jungkook had been the only one who had ever kissed you like that, so messy, but yet so passionate; every curl of his tongue against yours making you melt in his embrace. You, of course, would never tell him how much you liked it, your pride would never allow you to do so.

His palm was firm and hot against your cheek, tilting your head slightly to the side so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand was tenderly placed on your hips, guiding them as you continued to grind against his clothed erection. The air inside his car was so heavy that you felt as if you couldn’t even breathe, only small whimpers echoing between your mouths at the gentle caresses of your clit against the fabric of his pants.

But, as much as Jungkook was having fun, that grinding session was starting to annoy him a bit. He had been waiting to have you all night — going through the motions of boring bar conversations and brushing off the shameless flirting of other girls — and he wasn’t going to spend his sweet time just dry humping you like you two were horny teenagers.

So, he took his shot as you raised your hips from his. Before you could move your body down once again, one of his hands traveled beneath the hem of your skirt, his nails pressing down on the skin of your thighs as he made his way towards your pussy. Jungkook had been daydreaming about your cunt wrapping around his cock for far too long then, and he needed to remind himself of how good that felt.

“Fuck, babygirl, look at you… You’re soaked and I didn’t even touch you yet.” Jungkook smirked wickedly, his fingers faintly tracing its way up and down your clothed folds. You shivered at the contact, biting on your lip to avoid moaning out — he, of course, noticed that. He had quite the natural talent when it came to seeing what made you tick. “Why are you holding back, baby? Afraid that someone will hear you?”

Your only response was a shaky breath from your nose, the words far too complicated to leave your mouth. Only Jungkook, in all of his great self, was able to make you such a mess so quickly, and you hated your body for being so reactive under his touches. It was the expectation, you noticed, the anticipation of knowing how well he fucked you, of knowing he was only taking his time before ruining you.

Without hesitation, he pulled your panties to the side and placed two of his fingers between your pussy lips, barely brushing your entrance. Jungkook covered his digits with your wetness and moved them toward your clit, pressing them delicately on your sensitive nub. “I asked you a question, baby.”

A bit overwhelmed, you breathed out, trying to keep yourself composed. It was almost impossible when it came to him. “Yeah, I don’t want people to know,” you admitted.

He knew that, of course. It was a common worry amongst the two of you — especially when Jungkook had such a thing when it came to risky places to have sex in. Fucking you in his car, right outside the bar where you two had accidentally ran into each other, was far from being one of the most out-there situations he had created.

“Hm? Know what?” He continued playing his self-indulgent game, pressing down on your clit. Your body jilted at the contact, mouth parting slightly and hands resting on his broad shoulders as he began slowly moving in circles over your sweet spot. “That pretty little ___ isn’t such a good girl, after all?”

“J-Jungkook,” his name was a pathetic moan that died on your tongue, barely a whispered plea as he continued his advances on your clit. You had broken down so easy and so fast, you didn’t even remember you had once promised yourself that you would never come back to his bad boy shenanigans.

But it was so, so hard to keep yourself away from him. You were only human, and Jungkook was this little demon ruining you just a bit more every time.

“Are you worried that they’ll know that, beneath all those good grades, all those nights spent studying in your room, all that fucking charity work...” His fingers pressed harshly against your clit and your back arched, making you almost hit the steering wheel behind you. The thought of accidentally pressing down the horn made your blood run cold, and you forced yourself to lean back against his chest. “That under all that, you’re still a slut for my cock?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure starting to climb up your spine as his voice guided you towards the past. All the times you snuck out during the night, all the times he fucked you raw after just bickering with you in front of your friends. All the times you told everyone that he was just a pile of trouble, and yet you begged for him to bury himself between your thighs until you were crying out his name. Really, it was difficult to find a bratty clapback when he was fucking you senseless, and Jungkook seemed to like that discovery just as much as you.

And still, sometimes he didn’t like when you didn’t answer him.

“You’re so shy all of a sudden…” he trailed off, taking one of his hands to pull up your crop top. He didn’t take it off, especially when he knew you’d freak out being topless in a public parking lot, he just needed to have better access to your bra. “You aren’t this quiet when you’re around other people, though. Always mocking me, being so mean…”

“Don’t play the victim, you do the same to me,” you found the strength to respond, making Jungkook stop his motions on your clit right away. You sighed in frustration, your shoulders falling as you watched him lick his lips. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“For what?”

“For an answer, baby.” He smirked. “You’re so mean. You always leave me hanging.”

“That’s not true,” you said, taking your hands to his nape. There, you played with the strands of his hair, making him groan after a harsh pull. “What’s the question?”

Jungkook hummed, taking his free hand to your bra and cupping one of your breasts — his other one was still paused, hovering over your clit like an unspoken promise. “Do people know?” He repeated, unclamping your bra with one swift motion and pushing it up along with your top. “Do they know how much of a dirty girl you are?”

You swallowed hard and pushed your body against his fingers, trying to find some more friction. “I’m not,” you said, but could not believe your own words. “It’s just—“

The lie vanished the second that his lips found your nipple, his velvety tongue coming out to circle around it before he gave you a harsh suck. You pressed yourself closer to his mouth at the contact, and you could no longer hide the needy moan that escaped you — which seemed to satisfy Jungkook.

“You’re not?” He spoke as he pulled away from your breast. Jungkook’s fingers slithered away from your clit and dove inside your pussy without further warning, making you cry out his name. No matter how many times you touched yourself, your fingers could never compare to his larger ones, making you stretch out so sweetly around them. “So why are you soaking my fingers like this? That’s so filthy, baby...”

You clenched your teeth. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“And you’re so wet,” this time, however, the mockery in his voice had faded a bit, giving space to a newfound wave of lust. As much as Jungkook loved to tease you, he was quite fast to break too — and the lewd sounds of your pussy were making him lose his mind. “Are you remembering all the times I fucked you before? All the times I pounded this tight pussy until you were crying? Begging for my cock?”

God, you could feel as the heat started to spread down your body, guided by his words alone. When you spoke again, your voice wasn’t as firm as you expected. “J-Jungkook, that’s not…”

“Not what, baby?” He interrupted, tilting his head to the side. You hated how clothed he was, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to ride him like that — in that stupid leather jacket of his. “You didn’t like it?”

“I- I did.” It was getting hard to think when his thick fingers were pumping in and out of you so well. “I loved it.”

Those words left your throat before you could stop yourself, and your heart almost sank when you realized you had actually praised Jungkook, local douchebag, for something. You knew that he wouldn’t let that go anytime soon. “Loved being fucked like a good slut, right?” He asked, moving his fingers faster. You moaned especially loud when he started pushing them apart, scissoring you.

“Yes,” you gasped, utterly defeated at that point.

“Hmmm… so let me ask you again, and I expect a direct answer this time,” Jungkook said, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. His voice was a cloud of heat against your skin, vibrating up and down your body. “Do people know that you’re a slut for my cock?”

“No,” you finally responded, fingers digging on his hair. Your pleasure was increasing so fast that you knew it was just a matter of time before you were cumming around his fingers, like you had done so many times before. “Only you know, Jungkook.”

That seemed to really satisfy him, because it was his turn to grunt against your flesh. The sound of his voice, so hoarse and guttural, made you clench around his fingers. “You’re getting so tight, baby.” He breathed out, unable to hide the desire that coated his words. Jungkook really needed to feel that delicious pussy of yours around his cock before he went insane. “Close?”

This time, your answer didn’t take long to come out. “Yes.”

“I have another question for you,” he started, and you would've rolled your eyes at him if you weren’t so awfully close to your high. “Do you wanna come on my cock or my fingers?”

“Both, please,” you moaned out and rolled your hips against his hand, dignity long forgotten. You wondered what your friends would say if they knew you were pleading for Jungkook, of all people, to make you cum.

“Not both, you have to pick one.” Jungkook stopped his movements for the second time that night, and you couldn’t help cursing out at the absence of motion. You clenched around his fingers, making a sly smirk spread across his features. “I’m feeling especially greedy tonight.”

“Fuck you,” you said, taking a moment to organize your thoughts. As much as you really, really needed to cum, the idea of not having Jungkook’s dick inside you was much worse than waiting just a few more minutes to have it. “Your cock.”

He smiled and, for a moment, he almost looked innocent. Almost. “I thought so,” Jungkook teased, giving you one final pump of his fingers and watching as you bit your lip at the abrupt feeling. “I know you love it.”

You scoffed. “You have such an attitude.”

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as he removed his fingers from your pussy, watching how they shimmered, coated by your wetness. He looked up at you and took his hand towards your mouth. “Let me see you taste it,” he told you, tapping on your bottom lip. Obedient, you opened your mouth for him, allowing for his digits to slither inside. With a whimper, you sucked him like you would his cock, curling your tongue around him in a way that left Jungkook cursing out. “So fucking hot.”

His eyes were focused on your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from it, swallowing dry at the “pop” sound it made when it left your lips. “Now,” he almost groaned, “let me taste it.”

Jungkook crashed his mouth on yours, making you moan against his kiss once again. His tongue hungrily danced with yours, searching for your taste as his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you down against his aching member. You never wanted something as much as you wanted to feel him inside you right then, and Jungkook also didn’t want to wait any longer.

He smirked against your mouth when he heard the sound of his zipper opening, your hands working fast to pull his pants down. “I told you that you love my cock.”

“God,” you complained, pulling at the hem of his pants. Jungkook raised his hips from the seat so you could slide them down, bringing his underwear along with it. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Only when you let me eat you out.” His cock had sprung free, resting against his abdomen as your hands moved to grab it. Again, another compliment that you would never give him, but Jungkook had one of the prettiest (and biggest) dicks you had ever seen; already so enlarged and red-tipped, leaking with pre-cum. Just looking at it made you horny, and it wasn’t long before you were taking it in your hand, giving it a few pumps before brushing your thumb over his crown, spreading his wetness all over it. “Fuck, that feels good.”

The pleasure in his voice almost blinded you for a moment, making you forget what had been your intention in the first place. However, as you felt yourself clenching around nothing, you came back to your senses.

“I wanna feel your warm little cunt around me, baby,” Jungkook breathed out, watching as your hand continued to pump him.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling especially nice tonight,” you told him, placing your thighs closer to his center. With a grunt of expectation, Jungkook’s eyes followed as you raised your skirt with one hand and guided his cock towards your heat with the other one. “Ready to make your schoolgirl fantasy come to life?”

He opened his lips to respond, but his voice was lost the second that you pressed his tip against your opening, coating his cock with your warmness. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, hands grabbing your ass as you sank down on him.

“Oh, God,” you whined as you bottomed out, your walls pulsating around him as you got used to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn’t get used to his large size and the amazing way he filled you up like no one else could. “Jungkook, you’re so big.”

That was another comment that, unfortunately, you could not hold back. Because you hated yourself, that was why. “You can take it, baby,” he said, pressing down on your ass. “Be a good girl and take everything.”

With his added force, you sank down until you had all of him inside you, practically sitting against his thighs by the time you were done. Taken away by the delicious feeling of his thick cock inside you, you started slowly setting a pace, moving up just so you could crash back down; the sound of skin on skin filling the still, muffled atmosphere of his car.

“Shiiiiit, ____, you’re so tight.” He breathed out heavy, watching the way your bodies connected; the way his dick was coated by your wetness. “I can’t get used to it, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Now it was your time to be carried away by his compliments. It was stupid, but having Jungkook praise you (especially after he spent most of his days making fun of you) had you feeling over the moon. Before you could hold yourself back, you were already setting up a rhythm, bouncing up and down on him in a way that got him seeing stars; moaning in delight every time you rolled your hips on him.

“Fuck, yeah, ride this cock,” Jungkook groaned, thowing his head back against the seat. His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes and gluing against his sweaty forehead; and yet he looked like sin incarnated as you fucked yourself onto him. Those saliva-coated lips, those furrowed eyebrows, and the deep, hungry gaze that he sent you way every time you sunk down on him would be the death of you.

Jungkook breathed out as you started to pick up your pace, your hands pressing down on his shoulders as your ass bounced against his thighs. “Such a good slut,” he praised breathlessly, taking one of his hands to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes. “Such a filthy little thing.”

Pride forgotten, you knew what he wanted to hear. “O-only for you,” your words were a confusing mess of syllables, mind drunk on the feeling of his big cock pumping in and out of you. Only Jungkook could fill you up like that, only he could make you such a mess so quickly.

“Oh, I know, baby.” His palm came down heavy against the globe of your ass, stinging your skin and making you cry out in an amazing mixture of pain and desire. You whimpered at the feeling that his slap left behind, your eyes dazed and unfocused as you looked down at the boy. “This pussy is all mine.”

You called out his name as he started thrusting up, the force of his movements increasing your pleasure immensely. You loved when Jungkook started to get rough with you, when he started to use you like you were just a doll for him to seek his own high.

He pulled on your hair, making your head tilt backwards and presenting him with a glorious view of your neck. Jungkook groaned against your flesh, his lips and tongue attacking your skin in a way that you knew would leave marks the following day — just the way he liked it. “I want to fuck you forever,” he moaned, “Wanna make this pussy so messy with my cum. Mark it as my own.”

“It’s yours, Jungkook,” you told him, lost in the buildup of your pleasure. “It’s all yours.”

He groaned, and the force of his hips snapping against yours only increased. Weak, you allowed your body to tumble against his strong chest, letting him use you the way he wanted it.

“Such a tight and wet pussy for me,” he moaned out through clenched teeth. Jungkook looked almost animalistic then, only wanting to fuck you until his stamina ran out. “Say my name, baby.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasped.

“Louder,” he hissed, buckling his hips higher. The feeling of his cock thrusting upwards and reaching even deeper inside you got you seeing stars, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. “I want everyone to hear it. Hear how good I make you feel, hear that this pussy is all mine.”

Any other time, you would refuse to do something so absurd — but, at that moment, your mind was floating far away from that car, and all that you wanted was to be a good girl for him. “Jungkook!” you called his name louder, moaning out at you felt his cock throbbing inside you.

“Again,” he rasped out, his jaw clenching.

“Jungkook, fuck!” You almost yelled out, the world turning into nothing as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock. Moments like those were wonderful: all your problems went away, and you could only focus on the way he made you feel so deliciously full.

“Ah, that’s it, shit,” he cursed out, member throbbing inside your pussy, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You cried out at the thought, wanting nothing more than to see him cuming because of you. “C-Cum inside me, please.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said, his voice lost in pleasure. You could feel his desperation from the way his hips crashed against yours with much more force, hitting deep inside you. “Take everything.”

His mind went blank when you clenched around his cock, wiping everything away from him but the delicious feeling of your walls sinking down on him. Jungkook looked like he was in a haze, his eyes unfocused and teeth sinking on his lip, barely watching the way he disappeared inside you. He only needed a bit more to be pushed over the edge.

“Please, fill me up, Jungkook,” you begged. His eyes darted towards yours, watching your face. He could see that you had tears pooling at the corner of your eyes, a faint heat in your cheeks. God, he had completely ruined you. “Please, I need your cum.”

And that was it. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, a deep groan leaving his throat as he spilled himself inside you, hearing the lewd sounds of your wetness as he continued to thrust up against your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, head falling against the seat once more. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he felt the last drops of his cum being milked by you, his mind a jumble of broken words and disconnected ideas. “Oh, fuck, baby, fuck. Take it, baby, fuck...”

Of course you did as he asked, and you took every drop of his cum until it was starting to spill out of you. You couldn’t even look down, but you were sure that you were a complete mess between your legs. “J-Jungkook, I’m so close,” you cried out, drunk on the feeling of his thrusts.

“God, that’s it.” He pressed down on your hips, overwhelmed with the feeling of your walls clenching around his sensitive member. Jungkook loved it, though, loved seeing you cum around his cock like it was all that you ever wanted to do; loved watching your face as you looked at him with so much desperation that he almost grunted out. You really were a precious thing. “Make a mess on my fat cock, come on, baby. Let me see you cum for me.”

His request was like magic to you, and you came right after, calling his name amidst breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers. Jungkook kept whispering in your ear as you rode your high, praising how good you were for him, how good you felt around him, until you crashed down against his chest, absolutely spent.

Still, you had experienced enough sexual adventures with Jungkook to know that he still wanted two more things before he called it a night. He had his particular tastes.

“Let me see it.” Jungkook told you about a minute later, and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. With your thighs still trembling a little, you leaned back against the steering wheel and pushed your body upwards, letting his dick slip out of you. Jungkook hummed in delight as you pulled up your skirt and he watched his cum dripping down your thighs, painting your folds in a delicate shade of white. He always loved to admire his work. “So fucking pretty… and all mine.”

You had to bite down your lip not to whimper at the touch of his fingertips against your pussy, catching a bit of his cum on them. He took it to his mouth, humming around his digits as he tasted himself. “You always make such a mess,” you complained.

“Shut up, I always clean it.” Jungkook sighed, looking at you almost tenderly. “You know what I’m gonna ask.”

Yes, you did.

You sighed. “Fine.”

Jungkook hummed happily as you propped yourself over his cock once again, now half-hard, and placed it back inside you, sinking down until you were sitting on his lap. “Good girl.” He sighed in bliss, his hand caressing your hair as you rested your head against his broad chest. You didn’t understand why Jungkook loved staying inside you after sex, but you couldn’t deny that you weren’t bothered by it. You just liked to pretend as if you were. “Feels so nice.”

You pressed yourself against his chest. “I hate you.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your lower back. “No, you don’t.”

And you hated that he was right.

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keilemlucent · 4 years ago

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lavender latte xi (no longer canon)

NOTE: Chapters X and XI are not longer considered canon in Lavender Latte.

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(explicit, r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

|| series masterlist ||

word count: ~6.8k

beta’ed: @hawnks (thank u!! 💕)

heat in two ways

warnings: spicy content, a little bit of overstimulation. enjoy, loves ;^)

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a/n: a little recap from last chapter, because its been awhile! keigo and reader ‘nested’ together after that nasty little panic attack from a few chapters ago. and now? guess you gotta see find out!! ;^) enjoy my loves!!!!

Things felt calmer, later. Your combined world had settled into the sheets with slumber.

Thank god.

When you both awoke, the sun was just beginning to set.

The light that filtered in from the cracks in the curtains was amber, painting orange streaks across your dark bedroom.

The two of you had shifted, somewhat, perhaps falling even deeper into the nest you’d made, the softness of it forming to the contours and curves of your snuggled-up bodies.

It was cozy, burrowing your face into Keigo’s chest, hardly awake and vaguely aware of the way his hands pressed wide against your lower back.

You felt melted in the best way.

“Comfy,” The word slipped from your lips without much thought, snuggling closer.

Your skull was no longer throbbing, neither was your hand or foot.

It just felt calm, the only sensations Keigo’s breath and heart, and the ambient hum of the rest of the world.

“Am I now?” Keigo chuckled from above you, voice crackling with sleep. “I have to say the same about you.”

You made a high sound in the back of your throat, shifting the slightest bit to drag your lips along his throat, bearing into the flesh with the barest drags of your teeth.

He shuddered, squeezing the fat around your hips.

Maybe it was that your mind was still somewhat raw, but you were feeling particularly gooey.

Maybe, it was that your mind didn’t have the will or the way to be too guarded, not when you felt so safe, especially in contrast to the hellish mindscape you’d been in hours before.

Not that you remembered it all that well— and good, you didn’t want to.

Your only bits of lucidity were in the present.

And god, did that feel good.

Keigo tended to wake up quickly.

It was just how he ticked, as tired as he was at any given time, he could always pull himself to wakefulness so quickly.

With you, all warm and fucking perfect against his side, it was both a blessing and a curse.

Sure, he could’ve gotten to sleepily awaken with you, if his body hadn’t startled him from REM sleep the moment you shifted and whined against him.

Though, being awake meant he got to watch you wake, and that in and of itself was a privilege he coveted.

It was new, even with the few ‘sleepovers’ the two of you had shared, all that sleepy peace was nearly untouched. The stillness and natural slowness of it was something that Keigo had come to crave.

He traced shapes against your ribs, leaning into the feel of you.

“How are you feeling?” His words were muffled into the top of your hair.

“Good.”

“Very descriptive.”

“‘M sleepy,” You truly whined, twisting your legs with his own. “Don’t wanna think right now, Kei’.”

He suppressed a shiver at the little nickname on your lips.

“That can be arranged,” Keigo hummed, pulling a blanket higher on your shoulders. “Do you want to keep sleeping? I can run out and grab some food?”

There was a moment of silence before you sniffled, burrowing your face into his neck.

Still so fragile.

“D-don’t leave yet, okay? Just a little more, please,” Your voice was pitched up with sleep, wobbling as Keigo felt the smallest tears begin to wet his sleep shirt.

His heart sank.

“I’m not leaving, not unless you ask me to,” He murmured into your hair. “I’ll keep telling you that as long as I need to.”

The multiple meanings of his words mostly went over your head, yet you felt overwhelming and instant relief of knowing that Keigo wouldn’t be leaving your nest on his own volition anytime soon.

The assurance made your heart swell, even if your tired mind couldn’t swim in the depths of his tone.

All the same, you sucked in a breath before pulling him down into a needy kiss.

It was reminiscent of the kind that you’d shared earlier. All desperate and clawing for grounding and stability in touch.

Keigo gave it freely in the same way you gave it without knowing.

He nipped at your bottom lip, relishing the high keen that pulled from the back of your throat.

You’d done this all before, heated kisses and much-needed touches, but there had always been a line to stay away from. Especially on such an intense day, the last thing Keigo wanted to do was push your limits.

But, maybe you wanted to.

You tugged at Keigo’s waves, snuggling closer in time with the way you kitten-licked into his mouth.

He groaned, shifting against you. You moved with him, craving him in any way you could get.

His leg shifted between your thighs. Immediately, you squeezed around it, feeling his own tight, lean muscle.

You’d gotten good at repressing your desire for his touch, barring yourself from any contact that could push past your threshold toward overstimulated disaster. Maybe, you had been overcautious, but it seemed better than scaring Keigo away with your potential shortcomings.

Wound together in the heat of your ‘nest’, though?

Your quirk and mind had already detonated and didn’t have anything left in you besides fumes. All that burned in your gut was the swell of want and heat.

You ground against him, barely, whining against his lips.

Your heart panged a bit when Keigo pulled back, lips wet and pupils wide.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you carefully rolled your hips against, the hardening bulge in his joggers pressing against your navel.

“I want to feel you,” It slipped out desperate and sticky as you locked your hands around the back of his neck.

It was more than okay, better than okay.

“I promise, I’ll stop us if anything gets to be too much,” You told him, a little more sheepish as Keigo stared up at you, wide-eyed.

His lips parted as his words got lost between his mind and mouth. His hands stayed still at his sides by sheer power of will.

“I just...” Your voice wobbled as you rubbed at your eyes. “Is this okay?”

You were too soft for too much, but Keigo didn’t mind; he never did.

“Very.”

He pulled you down by the collar of your shirt to show you how ‘okay’ it was.

Admittedly, he was needy with his touches. His palms cupped your ass, squeezing and massaging over your shorts. Keigo had been holding himself back in the weeks prior without issue, but getting more of you, in any way was intoxicating.

That was not to say that he didn’t keep in mind your fragile state, no, he just made sure his touch was firmer, and his breath ran hotter.

Sensation served as a gentle reminder that ‘Keigo was right there, and he wasn’t letting you go.

You kept a tight grip on his sweater as he flipped the two of you, nudging your booted-leg to splay out comfortably.

“Fank’ you,” You mumbled against his lips, chasing them for a moment as he drew away.

“Of course,” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, trailing lower to nip at your neck.

You whimpered when he reached a particularly sensitive patch

“This okay?” Keigo hummed.

“V-Very,” You replied, playing with the hem of his cropped sweater. “Please keep going.”

(Like you had to ask.)

You kept an eye on your fragile state, but with how little there was left in you and the quiet of the surroundings, there wasn’t much to watch. All you could feel was the roll and heat of each other’s bodies. There was nothing else to ring loudly in your skull.

Just Keigo and you, twisted up in each other and the bedding of your nest.

Perfect.

You snuck your hands up the back of his sweater, running your nails down his back, just barely teasing at the roots of his outstretched wings. Teasing him was easier than you’d thought it’d be, considering you knew how gooey he got any time you even got close to his wings.

The shudder he gave you was confirmation of that.

“Careful there,” Keigo warned with a chuckle. Despite his laughter, you could feel the way his breath stutter with each sweet touch.

“Why? Whatcha gonna do about it, Kei’?” You grinned back, smitten, as he stilled around your collarbones.

“There’s plenty I could do,” It was a warning, one that enticed you to no end.

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.,” You challenged.

“I think you’d like that too much,” Keigo chuckled against your neck. “Seems you’re pretty excited already too, hm?”

A few of his fingers teased at the waistband of your shorts.

He wasn’t wrong.

(At all.)

You scraped your nails along the base of his wings and much to your joy, Keigo’s spine arched and he practically whimpered.

“Cute,” You snorted, rolling your hips up into his. “You’re not so tough, either.”

Something like a growl rumbled from the back of his throat.

“Hush, dove,” Keigo cooed, far too sweetly for how his hands were dipping underneath your shirt. “Neither are you.”

Both of you were so damn doughy for the other, the banter fell away. There was plenty of time for teasing, but both of you were thinking of a very different kind.

Before you could quip back, Keigo was palming at your breast, teasing your pebbled nipple. You bit your lip to suppress a whine, shots of pleasure turning you even gooier and pliant.

“I’m sure you’ve got plenty of soft points,” Keigo sounded all too pleased with himself as he hovered his face over yours. He gave a few slow blinks, pupils blown wide. “And I cannot fucking wait to find them all.”

...

If you hadn't soaked through your panties before, you certainly had now.

Keigo could do anything to you, you decided. Having him over you, all sleep golds and heat was warming your insides in the best ways.

And you wanted more.

You stared up at him, wide-eyed, and quickly melted as your shirt was pushed higher and higher. Every piece of you, raw and needy, wanted Keigo, needed him close, even closer—

And Keigo fed the flames your mutually hot desire without shame.

“I’ve really wanted to learn you like this,” His fingers slowly traced over your side, taking his time to watch you squirm. His voice slowed to drawl, “All the ways I can get you fucked off my touch.”

Oh, what a prospect.

The thought of Keigo wrecking you was only a smidge daunting. It was easy to forget any potential unease when you let your relax against his touch, imagining all of the things he could do to you.

God, did you want him to have his way.

“You’re welcome to t-try,” You gently challenged as Keigo hiked your shirt over your tits, teeth scraping over the skin of your neck once more.

With a chuckle, he lapped at your pulse point, “Gladly.”

Despite his confidence and your waning will, you weren’t to be outdone.

You wound your fingers into the small, fluffy feathers at the base of his wings, teasing the roots with the pads of your thumbs.

In the earlier weeks, you’d found Keigo to be surprisingly sensitive. He joked occasionally about touch-starvation, but you knew there was a fair amount of truth to it. There had to be, with how his breath hitched with even your lightest touch.

His wings were the culmination of that thrumming need and craving for contact, and you were more than willing to exploit this knowledge.

Keigo moaned against your neck with the stroke of your fingers, cursing under his breath. Your light massaging only seemed to spur him on, nails digging lightly into the soft flesh of your chest.

Despite the pricklings of pain, you still felt so soft.

You were too weak for him, all wound up in the softness of the bedding and him, in every sensory sense, to put up too much of your own front. He felt too good not to invite and urge closer.

You tugged him up by the hair on the back of his head, pressing your lips together and stroking your thumbs down his cheeks.

Keigo kept his hips mostly still but was very aware of his own ragingly hard cock. Maybe, he was leaking into his boxer.

Maybe.

You gasped against his lips, all breathy and sweet, “F-fuck, Keigo.”

His mind ran blank, white-hot from the pleasure of mere words.

He mentally repeated your words a few times, in your perfect cadence. The way your breath stuttered in your chest, the heat of your surrounding him, the softness of your body and the break in your voice—

No one had ever said his name like that before and God, did he want more of it.

He’d pull it from his lips as long as you’d let him.

You pulled away only to meet his eyes with your blown pupils and upturned lips.

He calmed himself at the sight, reminding himself carefully that the last thing he would want to do is push you over your invisible edge of overstimulation.

“You okay?” Keigo asked instinctively, running a hand through your hair to soothe any potential ills.

“I-I am, very okay,” You swallowed, “Two things, though.”

“Shoot.”

“One, can you lose this?” You fiddled with the hem of his sweater. “I’m not... sure how to get it off with your wings.”

Yes, yes, yes. Holy fuck.

Maybe, Keigo was acting a bit too needy, but he couldn’t make himself care. With the sweetness on your face and the insistence in your touch, you were right there with him.

Keigo immediately sat up over your hips, tugging his shirt from around the base of his wings.

He swore his heart was going to burst as he took in the absolutely love-drunk look in your eyes. Your throat bobbed as you took him in,

You reached up to run a hand along his navel, visibly swallowing, “Keigo... you’re so gorgeous— it’s kinda overwhelming sometimes. In a good way.”

Fuck his ego being ‘boosted’, more like inflated.

Maybe ego wasn’t the right word. His chest felt too full for it to just be some superficial sense of pride. It all felt too raw and sweet to just be some baseless confidence.

It was that earnestness of yours again, lighting him up from the inside out.

“Sweetness,” The name rolled off his tongue, new and comfortable. “You’re too kind, really. But, I gotta know, what was that second thing you mentioned?”

You blinked back your stupor, shaking your head.

“Uh, fuck, it made more sense before, sorry, it’s alright.”

Keigo frowned, lowering himself back down to brace his arms on either side of your head.

“Nah, tell me, dove. I want to know.”

You bit your lip, turning your head and gaze away. Keigo tapped your chin back to center, nuzzling into your nose with his own.

“You sure?” You asked softly, hand trailing up and behind his shoulders.

“Of course.”

“Earlier it just seemed like you were... uh—” You averted your gaze again. “Holding back is all. On my neck. You don’t need to.”

Keigo cocked his head to the side, “What do you mean?”

“Like...” You were struggling to get the words out, face heating up. “I would really like it if you marked me up a bit, you know. In that sense. You know?”

The gears turned in his mind, something burning deep in his chest.

If his cock wasn’t rock hard before, it was now.

The thought of marking you, his sweet, somewhat injured partner (mate), up in the comfort of the nest the two of you made together made something stir in his gut and mind.

And fuck, if he wasn’t going to act on it.

Keigo fully slipped your shirt off, trying to take in as much of you with his eyes before his hands and mouth got their turn.

Hungrily, he wound a hand into the hair on the side of your head, pulling to bear your neck shoulder full to him. With a growl, his teeth raked over your neck, hard enough that your moans cracked as they fell.

Without thought, Keigo spoke, earnest and hushed, “You have no fucking idea how much I want to wreck you, do you?”

You swallowed, “Show me then.”

...

That honesty was going to be the death of him and you, he was sure of it.

Keigo held nothing back as he sucked and bit along your neck and shoulders, leaving bruises and marks in his wake wherever he could.

The little glimpses of red and purple had him scalding under his skin.

Much the same for you, notably.

“Fuck, Keigo!” You gasped when he sucked a bruise onto the underside of your breast, lips moving to the bud of your nipple later to massage and suck and tease and generally make you undone.

Your cunt physically ached with the need to be touched, the little bit of friction you could manage from grinding against Keigo pelvis was something, sure, but hardly enough.

Not to mention you wanted to feel more of him too.

“C-Can I touch you? Please?” You asked, breathless and pushed yourself up on your elbows.

Keigo pulled your shirt up and over your tits, panting.

Idly, he traced over the hickeys and bites he’d left.

“How do you want to touch me, dove?”

He left the question open, eyeing you with a half-lidded, nearly black gaze.

You swallowed down any fears you might’ve had, body thrumming, but quirk sufficiently dormant.

You slid your hand between the two of your bodies, cupping Keigo’s cock over his sweats.

“However makes you feel good.”

Keigo’s expression nearly broke, but he retained his composure, barely between his ragged breaths and hungry eyes.

“Can I suck your cock? Please?”

Keigo couldn’t hold back the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

You, begging for his cock, bruised and bitten all for him with the sweetest whine to your voice.

“P-please, dove, please.”

Oh, to hear Keigo beg for your mouth, for your touch— for you.

You obliged eagerly.

Keigo slipped off his joggers, palming himself through his boxer as he kneeled in the bedding. His wings had assembled themselves more fully, the red plumage outstretched and almost rippling with the heat of the room.

You knelt below him, mouth watering.

“You sure, sweetness?” Keigo asked, giving you a last chance.

“Very, please, let me make you feel good,” Your voice nearly broke.

It was all the confirmation you needed.

Nimble fingers pulled down the front of his boxers, cock springing up, pearly and wet on the head.

He was curved and thick, darker in the head with a bit of well-groomed blond trimming patched around the base. His balls were fattened, swelling with need and hot to the touch.

Part of you wanted to make a joke, crack some line about how ‘excited’ Keigo was, but your bodily reaction was far louder.

You thumbed at the head of his cock, biting your lip as Keigo tossed his head back, cursing under his breath.

You wanted to hear more of him breathing your touch, you had to.

Leaning forward, you licked away the preek before spitting back onto his cock.

Keigo had to be fucking dreaming because his cock was in your mouth and you were doing so well.

He babbled out sweet praises as you swallowed around him, twisting your wrist and the base and bobbing your head. You always felt so good, but this was a new kind of good, the kind that made his balls tighten and head light.

“W-woah, dove,” He could feel how close he was as he buried a hand in your hair. “Slow down—”

You pulled off his cock was a pop, looking up at him with tear-pricked eyes, “Don’t you wanna come down my throat, Kei’?”

He audibly whined, stroking a finger down the softness of your cheek with a slow nod.

Like that, you were licking up the underside of his cock, pulling him back into your mouth.

His hands tangled into your hair, not pulling too much or too hard, only bracing himself on you as you dragged him closer and closer to the edge.

Keigo reached a gasping end as your nose brushed against his navel, painting your throat white in ecstasy and god, did you let him. His wings stretched and puffed outwards, shuddering and twitching with his high as he choked out a moan against his clenched fist.

Your nails left crescent indents on his hips as he pulled you off his cock, drool and spittle dripping from him and off of your own chin.

You were certain you looked fucked out and fuck, did you feel it.

Blinking up at him with teary eyes, you cracked a wide smile.

“Dove, you’re so good,” Keigo dropped from his knees to smother you in the best possible way. “So, so good.”

He meant it.

He peppered your face with kisses, wiping and licking away any spare spit that stickied your chin. There was so much care in his actions, considering how fucked out he was and filthy the two of you were.

Not that either of you minded.

Keigo had you on your back again, surrounded by softness, as a brief reprieve.

“How was that?” You asked cheekily. “Feeling good?”

“So good, dove,” Keigo sighed, lowering himself against you. “That being said, could I help make you feel good?

You swallowed, assessing yourself.

Your panties were soaked, thighs sticky beneath your shorts. You knew you were ambiently squirming for a fucking crumb to satisfying your craving and need for touch, for him.

“Y-yes,” You stuttered, something akin to relief rushing through you. “Please.”

Keigo didn’t need to be told twice.

His head spun, pleasantly love-drunk in all the best ways. With you splayed out below him, heat singing in your cheeks and heat at the surface of your skin wherever his fingertips drifted.

“Get comfy, dove,” Keigo pushed lightly on your sternum, encouraging you back into the plushness of the nest. He allowed himself a moment to compose himself, trying to calm the tremble in his hands.

Maybe he was a little... nervous.

Not for any good reason. He knew his own prowess, and he was confident that he could easily make you come undone in any number of ways.

The anxiety tied up in his gut and his own perked up arousal made his palms go clammy.

The source of it all was also splayed out before him.

It was you, and that made this feel a hell of a lot more important than any of his previous trysts.

He was stumbling.

You noticed.

Keigo’s jaw tightened visibly, and he chewed at his lip—

All he needs is a little push.

An idea formed in your head.

“Hey, Keigo? Can we try something?”

“Anything,” His gaze refocused, alight and rewarming.

And, God, was his voice fucking desperate and dripping with something hot and infectious.

You stopped your hand at the waistband of your sleep shorts, sinfully soft and thin.

With a shaking breath, you cracked “I-I know I could get overwhelmed, but I trust you, you know? I love you.”

Your breaths hitched in time with each other.

“I love you too,” Keigo’s exhale matched yours, hands finding their home on your hips, “So much.”

The words had a lot in them for how new they were, and you only wanted more held in each syllable.

And preferably, something stuffing your cunt.

You bit your lip, sliding your hand closer to your aching sex, silently praying you’d get your words right.

“Tell me what to do.”

There was a moment of quiet as you tore your gaze from Keigo and you immediately cursed yourself.

“I-I mean–” You tried to backpedal.

Keigo was quick to hush you with a kiss, something deep that made you shudder.

“Elaborate,” As he pulled away, he stayed close, thumbing at your burning cheeks, “How far do you want me to take that statement, dove?”

“Like...” You kept your confidence as strong as you could. “Tell me how to touch myself.”

Keigo was silent for a moment, a shaking breath dripping from his lips as his feathers in all their places practically writhed.

“Gladly.”

Keigo pulled himself together, despite how weak-kneed he felt. His breath out over the back of your neck, his words curling against your ears as he watched your hand linger near your neglected cunt.

Pity.

“First, shorts off.”

You nodded, wiggling out of the soft fabric with Keigo’s help, though he made sure to keep your panties on. Ideas were spinning in his skull, too many, probably, but it wasn’t too hard to narrow down particular pleasures that you obviously needed.

The vulnerability of it all made your insides twist.

How long had it been since you were this bare with another person...

A while.

You had to be gentle with yourself.

And Keigo needed to be soft with you.

He pulled you from your thoughts with a coo, tracing little nonsense shapes on your stomach from between your parted thighs.

“Dove,” Keigo dripped something that made your insides boil. “Touch yourself a little for me. Just over your panties, tease yourself. I want to see you .”

You keened in the back of your throat, going to mush in his arms as two of your fingers traced over the wet patch on your panties.

(Keigo mentally stored that you got off on being told what to do, suppressing the way his eyes wanted to roll back into his skull and ignoring the way his dick switched..)

One of his broad hands ran over your hips, squeezing the fat of your thighs as he coaxed you onto your back.

It was more vulnerable for you like this, almost entirely exposed to him, but in the lowlight and softness of the room, it wasn’t nearly so intimidating.

It helped that within moments, your lips caught his, a moan muffled into his mouth.

As you broke apart, Keigo tugged at the elastic of your panties, “You’ve already gotten these pretty messy, hm? Let’s get them off.”

They followed your shorts onto the floor.

Keigo let his wings do as they pleased as he took you in, watching your expressions, feeling your breath and heartbeat with each twitch of your body.

It was like putting together some divinely crafted puzzle.

He meant it, ‘learning you’, and your suggestion of guiding your own getting off was the perfect time to sample your pleasures, mutually.

You pulled Keigo from his thoughts with a kiss, snaking out a hand to grab his, and pressing it between your thighs.

“Oh? You want me to show you now?” Keigo murmured against your lips, tracing patterns on your thighs.

“P-please.”

Keigo clicked his tongue, eye half-lidded, “You know, I could get used to you begging.”

Any retort died on your lips as he slid two fingers up and down your slit, stopping to roll and circle your clit.

Pleasure burned across your insides in the best way.

You’d craved his touch in this way for so long, why had it taken so long to let him touch you like this?

Maybe, the barest bits of your quirk activated as he rose from your side to slide down your body, little kisses and touches in your wake. Your mouth filled with sweet cream and cinnamon as you caught his gaze, burning and doughy all at the same time.

One of his fingers crooked into your cunt and you swore you saw stars and sweet fruits from that alone.

“Oh, good, dove, let it out,” Keigo’s voice felt too sweet, perfectly, as he kissed your thighs, heating you through and through.

It was all so tender, you could feel stray tears leaking down over your temples.

When was the last time someone touched you like this?

(Never.)

Keigo was supposed to be fast and frizzy, but nothing about the way he licked your cunt was even close to that. He was supposed to be flighty, but with the way he laid between your thighs, sucking at your clit and stretching you on his fingers, he was anything but.

Your hand buried in his hair, your ground against his face, thighs squeezing his cheeks. The heat of it all burned you in the best way, singed you with syrupy fire that you’d wholly let consume you.

“K-Keigo!” Your voice shattered as he massaged at your insides in time with the stroking of his tongue.

You’d thought he’d tease, but he was enjoying this as much as you were, wrapped up in it all.

With your eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t see the way his wings wrapped around and hid the two of you from the world. You couldn’t see how he’d shift his gaze to your slack jaw and watery eyes, all fucked out and open-mouth.

Each sensation of you around him, in the comfort of the little nest you’d made together, made him wild.

Keigo had wondered briefly, how love worked, considering he didn’t know much about it. Not beyond what he’d seen in movies and books, or the fragments of it from his own upbringings. None of his old flings ever held anything close to how he felt towards you.

Love was different than all of what he knew, which is probably what made it so easy.

He had a blank slate to etch with you, and god, if he wasn’t excited.

And only a piece of that was the way he fucked his fingers into your cunt, the wet sounds mingling in his ears with your high moans and little pleads. He could feel you fluttering around his fingers, practically pouring into his mouth.

He drank each drop of you down.

It was all so good—

Too good.

Each touch was like sweet flames, pouring down your throat to your toes and cunt, stirring you up and never letting you settle. Keigo’s tongue and touch were heaven, sweet relief and addicting in every way.

Except when the embers became too hot, burning you instead of warming you. The honey in your mouth went stale and the cinnamon singed like broken glass.

You’d passed over your threshold.

It happened so suddenly, you felt like you were drowning. Your moans choked in your throat, stuffed with wet wool. You grappled with sensation, eyes going wide as your chest began to heave. Burning and floating, you threw your arm over your eyes.

You tried to take a deep breath, but all of the sensation flowing through your fried body weighed too heavily to be fought through.

“W-wait, stop.”

...

Everything had already gone still.

Keigo was far too perceptive and sensitive to let you slip too far.

“You’re okay, we can stop, whatever you need,” Keigo rose, pulling a stray blanket over you as he scrambled for other ways to comfort you.

You reached down, shaky and teary, “N-no more, please, can I hold you?”

Any sort of barriers of shame or reluctance were gone, now that you were fried through and through.

Keigo was at your side in a moment, carefully tucking you into his side after some insistent tugging at his biceps.

“I’ve got you,” He hushed you, pressing his wet lips over your damp crown. “Big breaths.”

“Uh-huh,” You clung to his words, sucking down his scent of sweat and comforting spices. “Big breaths.

Keigo rubbed your back and shoulders as firmly as felt right, resting his chin over your head as you shook against him.

“I promise, I don’t get overstimulated this much,” You whispered in his chest. “This is ridiculous.

“You’ve had a long day, dove,” Keigo reminded you with a laugh. “The fact that you almost came is impressive.”

“... You could tell I was close?”

“Of course. I love you, dove, you know?” Keigo breathed, almost soundless, mostly to himself. “I gotta know that kind of stuff.

But, the room was too quiet and far too still for the words to not to be noticed.

“I love you too,” You kissed the underside of his chin, the stubble still sticky with you. Maybe it was a bit gross, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. With your own light giggle, you shook your head. “I can’t believe my quirk edged me.”

Keigo’s chest rumbled for a moment before he squeezed you, hard, busting into a full fit of laughter that you couldn’t help but join.

And it felt so good.

The last spinnings of your quirk faded as you caught your breaths, Keigo’s airy giggles tickling your nose and sending trailing touches at the base of your spine.

As you caught a glimpse of his bare, dewy chest rising and falling and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen stretched across his lips, you decided you’d do anything to keep it there whenever you could.

A mission of goodness, as pure and idealistic as it was.

Neither of you minded.

You both rested, for however many moments, until you both were able to shift, still leaning into each other, but rising up in your nest.

You wore a sheepish smile as you tucked a bit of Keigo’s unruly waves from his face, “Wanna try that again sometime?”

He went literally soft, leaning into you.

“Anytime,” Keigo kissed your wrist. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“So you say.”

“And I’ll keep saying it—”

Keigo’s hands squeezed your thighs as he pounced, pushing you back into the sheets, pressing kiss after kiss to your salty cheeks, wings fluttering above the two of you.

It was all perfect, truthfully and truly.

The way you spent the rest of the night held by each other, not as heated as before, but still, just as safely and comfortably. Over a bit of takeout, an endless amount of banter and laughter, and a goodnight’s sleep, you were both feeling miles better than the days and hours before.

It was all as perfect as it could get, between the two of you.

(But, perhaps, the inevitable details would come into play. Perhaps.)

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Keigo felt refreshed for the first time in months when he arrived at his agency the next morning.

He’d gotten to wake with you slowly for once, what a fucking treat, he was sure he’d never tire of it with you pressed again him. After some rolling, early morning kisses, he packed up his things and tucked you back into the nest of sheets to rest as much as you needed.

You’d been quick to drift off, a few of his stray feathers staying close by even in your slumber.

Despite how energized he was, he was sipped on the canned coffee (had it always tasted this bad?) and preparing for his office day.

He waved to his interns, smiling something real with a pep in his step as he entered his seldom used office.

As Keigo organized himself, he practically had to dust off his far-too professional looking desk before setting his bag down, and starting up his computer.

The door clicked open moments later, and a ruffled-looking Akane gave him a stern look from the doorway.

“Hello, Hawks. I need to talk to you—”

“Paperwork will be done by noon, don’t you worry about that,” Keigo laughed off her oblivious irritation as he clicked into his desktop. “I know taking a personal day isn’t really my thing— “

“It isn’t, and this isn’t about your paperwork.”

She reached behind her to click the lock in place.

Keigo’s gaze drifted to the diamond insignia on her breast pocket, almost twin to the one he wore on his bodysuit.

Both wards of the same beast, one could say.

When he was younger, still being trained so ruthlessly, they assigned him ‘handlers’, like some sort of animal. Once he’d gotten his own agency, he’d been assigned Akane, raised and trained in a similar way he had been. Another product of a failed system and an opportunistic, greedy power structure.

They understood each other in that way.

“I said I needed to talk to you two days ago and I meant it,” Akane sighed, shaking her head and approached his desk. “I’ve managed to cover you so far, but I need an answer.”

“...About?”

It wasn’t like her to be cryptic.

Akane fished around in her side bag for a tablet, clicking it to unlock and tapping.

“I know there are things you do that the bosses don’t even tell me about, and that’s how I justified all of this, continually.”

She placed the tablet in front of Keigo, an image displayed and glowing.

His eyes went wide when he saw the picture.

It was him, flying to your balcony. It was late, the warm glow of the nearby streetlights half-illuminating his face, even from far away.

Akane scrolled to another picture, much the same, except taken in daylight.

Keigo bit the inside of his lip to keep on his plastic smile as Akane scrolled through picture after picture, all of him coming and going from your apartment.

A pit was growing in his stomach.

“We’ve been paying tabloids off, blacklisting folks. I know you’ve had a lot on your plate and have been particularly distracted, so I put it on work we aren’t allowed to know about. Still, I wanted some confirmation.”

Keigo’s heart dropped like lead slick with mercury in his chest, a poison feeling spreading over his gut—

“It didn’t seem right though. And then I got some confirmation with this one— “

The next picture made him burn.

“It’s from yesterday morning.”

Yesterday morning.

From the balcony window, the early light was perfect to see directly and clearly into your apartment.

It captured Keigo kneeling on the floor, wings slack and resting on the floor, softened with a concerned quirk in his lips.

He held your forearm in his, pressing an obvious kiss to the back of your bandaged hand.

And then there was you.

You.

Teary-eyed, even in the photo, haggard and tired, but still obviously looking at him with love that made Keigo break in his ribs.

“We caught this one last night. Your publicist is pissed, but I covered for you. That being said, I need an answer. I’m not blind.”

His mouth went dry.

“Who the hell is that, Hawks?”

...

The two of you hadn’t talked about this yet.

The publicity of your relationship, if and when, was something that had been alluded to, but never deeply conversed about. There was too much glowing new love and healing being done to worry about the details.

But now, the details were staring him in the face.

Thank god for his training, and his ability to keep his expression even.

“Sorry about all that!” He laughed, leaning back and propping up his feet. He pushed away the tablet with the toe of his boot. “Just some work and play for a mission. It’s been getting a little... interpersonal, if you know what I mean.”

He wiggled an eyebrow to really sell himself.

Akane met his express with a dry glare.

“... And you took a personal day for that?”

An incongruence.

Keigo kept on his sickly smile as Akane sized him up.

“Had to be nonchalant, right?”

He was coming to hate lying, after being so intimately around your candor.

The feeling of illness in his chest grew.

Sentiment was terrifying.

“... Right,” Akane ran a hand through her hair before taking back the tablet. “I won’t say anything, and I’ll tell your publicist to keep doing what she’s doing. Just try to be less obvious about all of this... ‘interpersonal work’.”

She wasn’t convinced.

Maybe Keigo had become a shittier actor, or maybe Akane had just come to know him too well.

Akane fished around in her bag, pulling forth a small piece of folded paper. She placed it on his desk, and slid it until it bumped his boot.

“Just in case you’re interested, these are the names of the photographers responsible. Do with that what you will.”

She gave him a darkened look as he sat up, unfolding the note and taking in the names.

They wouldn’t be hard to find, if needed.

“Thank you, Akane. I appreciate it.”

“Of course.”

She turned to leave, but paused, hand hovering over the door handle.

“Hawks?” Her voice went more gentle than he was used to. “I mean it, I won’t say anything. To anyone. Just... whoever they are to you, be careful, alright?”

Akane’s gaze drifted back to his, a sharpness there that she’d been hiding.

Knowingness.

Despite the smile he still managed to wear, his must’ve looked quite grim as Akane left his office, leaving him in the almost silence with plenty to stew over.

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bobathirstaccount · 4 years ago

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You Are My Drug

Boba x fem!reader, not-so-slow burn to smut, plot-ish?

TW: unprotected sex, (sex) drug use, assault (unwanted handsy-ness; culprit gets comeuppance)

A/N: I wrote the sex scene while high on shrooms, let me know how it turned out?

***

You smiled at Boba as he walked past you, glancing into your face. You had a flirtation with him. You were almost not sure it was happening, but he had run his hand down your spine the other day, making you shudder and confirming his interest. You weren’t sure where that was going, but it was intoxicating nevertheless.

Fennec had left the palace for the day, leaving you mostly alone. The only other companions you had were Boba, Tor, and some droids. You regretted not going with her. You rummaged in the supplies room and came up with a bottle of expensive Tychonian wine. You grabbed a glass from the bar and went outside, in search of some fresh air.

The light scent of the desert met you. Hot sand and air. The suns beat down on you. You opened an umbrella and sat down with your treasure. You poured a glass and, saying “cheers” to no one in particular, took a sip. You tasted the wine, letting it roll over your tongue and sucking in some breath to aerate it. It was a nice blend. You settled in to your afternoon.

Halfway through the bottle you remembered that Tychonian wine was renowned for being exceptionally strong. You looked at the desert. It was a little bleary. You shrugged; you had nothing else to do but get drunk. You continued.

The bottle was gone and your head was on the table. It was much stronger than you thought. Much. Your head was already starting to ache. You sat up without any coordination and tried to rest your head in your hands. It took a second. Suddenly you realized you heard raspy, low laughter. You turned, annoyed. It was Boba. “It’s pretty strong,” you slurred. He nodded, “Are you okay?”

“Sure, just gonna sit here for the foreseeable future,” You shrugged slackly, feeling the alcohol in your system. “Do you mind company?” You shook your head while it hung in your hands. He sat next to you.

“You seem bored,” Boba said calmly.

You scoffed, “What was your first indication?”

“Why didn’t you go with Fennec?”  ”I regret,” you said laconically, your head spinning in circles. He passed you a bottle of water. You took it without wondering too much about why he had it. Gulping the water down, you caught him watching you keenly. You ignored his stare. “Thanks for the water,” you slurred.

“It’s nothing.”

“What brings you to my rescue?”

He hmmmed in amusement. “Just saw you out here with that bottle.” You laughed, regretting the action as you did. “Wish I woulda saved you some. I really wish.”

“I’m sure there’s more. Perhaps you will leave at least one glass’ worth next time.”

“If I try to have a next time, smack it out of my hands,” you commented dryly.

“Do you want help to your rooms?”  You considered. It’d be nice to lay down, but it was so, so far. “I dunno if I can make it,” you said honestly.

“Do you want me to take you there?”

You didn’t know exactly what he meant, but found yourself saying yes. Suddenly you felt your body moving. You realized he had scooped you up into his arms. You looked at him, shocked. He smiled slightly. Too drunk, you laid your head on his shoulder.

***

You woke up with a pounding headache. You cracked one eye open, barely. You saw a glass of water and a bottle of pain killers. You smiled shyly. You gratefully swallowed down some medicine, and sank back down into bed, waiting for it to work. After about 30 minutes, you slowly got up. You were wobbly on your feet, but felt amazingly better compared to when you’d woken up.

You checked the time; it was 11PM. You changed clothes and went to find Fennec. You two usually had spotchka and a chat a session. You would not be partaking in the spotchka, but the conversation still interested you.

***

“There you are,” Fennec commented, looking up.

“I accidentally got sloshed earlier.”

She gave an easy laugh, “Boba mentioned you found some Tychonian wine and didn’t share.”

 You winced. “Yeah, well I learned my lesson. How was Bestine?”

“Fine. Boring in fact. Just errand running.”

“Sounds incredible compared to what I subjected myself to.”

She laughed again. “Well next time, come with me. I’ll check with you before I go.” You smiled your thanks.

“We’re going to be reopening the pleasure floor in awhile. Only for ‘esteemed guests’ of Fett, of course.”

You looked at her, stunned. She shook her head. “No slaves. Paid dancers and musicians. Want to help run it? I don’t have time.” You nodded your assent. She dove into details. You tried to keep up with your addled mind.

***

Tor had ended up with managing the musicians, and you had the dancers. You were teamed up for your first joint meeting. “It’ll be great to work so closely together,” Tor said abruptly while you were going over pay rates.

“Sure,” you tried to continue. He scooted his chair closer to you. You were not going to tolerate this. You changed seats so you were now sitting across from him. He settled down and the meeting continued.

***

The meeting ended, you had bolted from the room, nearly bowling over a droid. You slowed your pace to a more dignified one and went to your meeting with the dancers you’d just hired that day. The orientation would be taken care of by a droid, but you wanted them to meet you on their first day. You wanted to be approachable. You smiled and laughed with them for a bit, then let the droid lead them on. Exhausted, you sat back in a chair. You thought about the store rooms and the wine. This time, you’d share your find with someone. You headed to the same room where you’d struck gold last time.

It didn’t take much effort to come up with an expensive brand of fire whiskey. It smelled like lighting a match across the room would ignite it. You smiled to yourself, an image of Boba flitting across your mind. You frowned, furrowing your brow. You initially had thoughts of sharing it with Fennec. It was still what you were going to do. You stuffed it under your armpit and walked out, knocking dust off yourself as you left.

You followed the corridor to the deck where you and Fennec drank together. You were definitely early, but that didn’t bother you. The two glasses clinked as you put them down. You poured yourself three fingers and sniffed it again. You felt like it was going to melt your face. You took an experimental sip. You sputtered, but got it down. You continued to sip, acclimating.

You heard voices and turned. It was Boba and Tor. Your heart leapt at Boba and your stomach dropped at seeing Tor. You were surprised they were having a tete a tete. Boba noticed you watching them and nodded at you. You smiled broadly. Tor made eye contact and smiled in a way you didn’t like. You turned back to your bottle, soured.

The suns started to set. You smiled, dusk was coming and that meant Fennec would be stopping by soon. You heard a noise and turned. The smile died on your lips. It was Tor. He was smoking something. He sat down next to you, uninvited. “Want some?” He inhaled and held it.

You eyed him. “Nah.”

“C’mon don’t be a square.”

You shook your head, “I’m already drinking.”

“What’re you doing out here, by yourself? It’s a shame.”

You ignored his presumptive gaze. “Waiting for Fennec. She’ll be along soon.”

“Well, until then I have you all to myself.” You pursed your lips, but said nothing. “It’s pretty romantic out here,” Tor leaned towards you. You shifted away from him, “Not really. It’s quite dusty and one of the suns is in my eyes.”

“Well scoot over here, the sun isn’t in my eyes. Just you.”

You rolled your eyes and stayed seated. “Why haven’t we gotten together yet?” He forged ahead.

You opened your mouth to insult him. Fennec appeared. You sighed in relief and motioned her over.

“What do we have going on here, guys?” Fennec settled in next to you.  ”I was just romancing Y/N here,” Tor winked at you.

“It wasn’t going well,” You shot back.

Fennec laughed at Tor and lifted her glass in toast to you. You clinked your glass against hers. “Now what do you have there, Tor?”

“Just a spliff,” he offered it to her. She accepted and took a hit, passing it to you. You passed it back to Tor without partaking. You were not going to be forced to humor him. He licked his lips but said nothing. The three of you sat there, drinking and Tor smoking. Finally Fennec turned it into a business meeting and asked you both for status updates. You left early, annoyed with Tor’s intrusion. You stumbled through the hallways, aiming for bed. You turned a corner and nearly ran into Boba. “Sorry!” You exclaimed, overcorrecting into the wall. Your forehead smacked onto it. You took a step back, hands going to your wound. “Awh, fuck,” you half laughed, “you always seem to catch me in compromising situations.”

He hmmd at you. “You alright?”

“Yes, I’ll be... I’ll be fine... just going to bed.” You wandered off, embarrassed despite your level of intoxication. Boba followed you at a distance and watched you safely enter your room.

***  You watched the dancers work. It was the first night the club was officially open. The day had been particularly hectic. You were trying not to be, but you were stressed. You made eye contact with a bar tender, who waved you over.

“You look pressed; drink this,” he handed you a finger’s worth of something. You drank it down, then looked at the empty glass. “What was that?” You asked belated. He laughed, “Top shelf fire whiskey. Only the best for you, love. Now relax a bit. Everything is going fine.” You couldn’t argue that right now. You sat on a bar stool and nodded. He headed off to help a guest. You drummed your fingers on the bar-top, watching the night unfold. As the night grew later, the lighting grew dimmer and the guests wilder. Some had to be cut off.

You lazily looked around, pleased with everything. Suddenly you saw Fett, in his armor. He was speaking with some Twi’lek at a corner table. Fennec was at his side. You watched, wondering what would bring him to this level. He had expressed his mixed feelings regarding reopening it in the first place. You turned back to the bar and waved someone over. You asked for a bottle of spotcha and a glass. You leaned back and poured yourself a tall one, ready to relax.

Tor appeared at your side. You audibly groaned, but it was lost in the music. He offered you something smoking again. You turned to look at him, “And this is?”  ”Just a spliff.”

You considered. It might be nice to have a hit or two to celebrate a good evening. You took the spliff from him and toked on it. Handing it back, you blew the smoke out of the side of your mouth, making eye contact with him. “Thanks,” you said. He gave you a weird smile and wandered off. You watched him, brow furrowed. Then you turned back to your drink and forgot about him.

After awhile, you started to feel strange. You did feel high, but you also felt something else. Heat was rapidly pooling in your nether regions. Your breath started to hitch. You looked around, pussy getting wet. You had to get out of public. A pair of eyes from across the room watched you as you took off.

You slipped out an entrance for the dancers and into their dressing room. You forced a smile at the few that were back there, and kept going. You snuck out the back into an empty corridor. You leaned against the wall, almost panting. You tried to focus on the sensation of cold seeping into your body from the stone. It didn’t work.

The door slid open again. It was Tor. You groaned to yourself; what a time to run into this asshole. He grabbed you by the chin and pulled your face to his, kissing you. By the time you had responded to that, he was already petting you through your pants. Revolted, you spit in his mouth and pushed him away. His touch had sparked a fire in you, and you doubled over, moaning.

“What the fuck was that for?” He asked.

“What the fuck, number one. Number two, what the fuck was in that shit you gave me?”  He smirked, “A Zeltron specialty.”

The pleasure planet? You punched him in the face, and spit on him again. “How dare you do that to me, without consent?” You screamed at him.

“Relax! It only lasts for 1 - 2 hours, and as long as you have a partner, it’s a great ride.” He reached for you. You shoved him as hard as you could, and he fell backwards, tripping over himself. You used the opportunity to walk back through the door you’d just exited. You made sure to stomp on him as you did.

Panicked, you jogged through the locker room back into the club. You’d just leave the main way now, but you hoped to do so without encountering anyone. Your pussy clutched around nothing, and you bit back a moan. You bypassed a couple dancers and droids who looked like they were going to talk to you. You were almost at the entrance when you encountered the Twi’lek party. They were departing for the evening. You got sucked in. As you walked through the exit, a hand grabbed you.

You turned around, baring your teeth in anger. You met Fett’s helmet. Your look turned to confusion. Embarrassed, you turned around to compose yourself. Then, you slowed your walk to allow him to step beside you. “Hate to be whoever you thought I was,” he intoned, amused.

“Tor,” you spat out.

“Well that’s an HR issue,” he commented dryly.

You tried to compose yourself. Tor wouldn’t get the best of you. “He’s just such a jackass, you know?”

Boba turned to you. You became aware of your pulsating pussy. “He is, sort of,” he admitted, in a quieter tone only for the two of you, pulling you nearer him by your forearm. You snorted, despite yourself. You let him pull you closer, enticed by your predicament. Your breathing was like you were walking up a steep hill. You tried to level it out before anyone noticed your chest heaving. Boba turned from you to give his farewells. You stood there, not sure if you were dismissed and in agony. Your felt your arousal oozing out of your pussy. “Will you walk with me?” Boba asked, turning back to you. You nodded, doomed.

He took your forearm again and led you away from the departing Twi’lek. You sighed audibly. “You okay?” He asked. “Yup!” You responded awkwardly. He released your arm. Your pussy clutched as you wondered how big his cock was and what it would feel like for him to slide into you. You walked silently imagining. “Are you listening?” Boba nudged you.

“Huh? No, sorry.” Your eyes flicked to your reflection in his visor. “What were you saying?”

“Nothing important, just who those idiots were,” he gestured behind him. You bit your lip as you felt the fabric of your dress rubbing against your nipples. What would his tongue feel like on them? You moaned softly as your pussy clutched again.

“Huh?”

“Oh, n-nothing.” You imagined him biting your throat.

He turned to dip into a doorway and you followed him. You watched as he removed his helmet. His eyes met yours. “That’s better.” You stared at him, mouth slightly ajar. You realized and closed it awkwardly. He pulled his gauntlets off and set them aside. “You sure you’re okay?” You watched him remove his cuirass and turn towards you. You saw your hand reach out to touch his chest. “What—?” He looked at you, questioningly.

You found yourself kissing him. Two strong hands grabbed you by the shoulders. He pulled you back to look at you. Your pupils were dilated in lust and your chest was heaving. You wondered aloud how big his cock was. Your eyes widened, but he said, “You wanna see?” You nodded, relieved. You started to pull at his clothing.

“Here?” He said laughingly. You pussy clutched and you moaned. You pushed your body flush against his and tried to kiss him again. His lips met yours. You moaned into his mouth and jumped into his arms. He kissed you feverishly. You were surprised by his fervor. He turned and set you on a table. Then he started to undo his pants. You pulled at your maxi dress, trying to get it up to your hips. He assisted you eagerly. His lips were roughly on yours again. You moaned and spread your legs obscenely. His hands roamed your body, gripping and squeezing your curves. You made an overwhelmed noise and licked his face. He responded by sweeping you into a hungry kiss. He greedily pulled your dress out of the way and you felt him at your entrance. “Oh Maker, please, Boba,” you panted. He pulled your ass towards him, impaling you on his cock. You cried out as his tip stretched you out. He stopped and pulled out, then pushed back in.

“Oh please, please, Boba,” you shamelessly continued to pant. You licked his tongue and kissed him passionately. He grabbed you by the throat and fucked up into you, grunting as he did. You instantly came, pulsing and calling his name repeatedly. He groaned, surprised at the intensity. He started to fuck your pussy as you came and called out. “Hn, gonna cum,” he pulled out, replacing himself with three fingers.“No, no, no,” you prayed at him. He plunged back into you, grunting.

“Fuck me like an animal,” you pleaded. He bit you savagely, pulling out. He flipped you over and pulled your dress up, revealing your ass and pussy. “Please, please,” you spread your legs, up on your tippy toes. You felt him circle your pussy’s entrance. “Boba, please,” you begged. He slammed into you, grunting. “Oh please, please,” you continued to beg. He pulled out and slammed back into you, setting a brutal pace. You keened, taking his cock. “Boba, please, fuck me, oh fuck me,” you panted, cumming on his thick cock. He grunted, “Gonna cum.” He pulled out again.

“No no no no,” you called. He plunged back into you again, calling out your name. “Yes yes yes, Boba yes,” you trilled. He fucked you desperately, panting and making all kinds of noises. “I wanna feel you cum in my pussy, oh please, please cum in me,” your pussy clamped down on him as you breathed your plea. He stilled, deep in your pussy, grunting and panting. You felt his cock spasming, “Yes yes yes, Boba yes.” You did a kegel, making him grunt again. “Fuck, oh fuck,” he breathed. He pulled out of you and slapped your ass cheeks. You moaned. “Please, more, more.”

“More? You want.. more?” He sounded husky, low. His tongue entered your pussy as his thumb found your clit. He moaned into you, making you call out, “Oh, Maker, please Boba please!” He continued his ministrations into your spasming pussy. He added three fingers, fucking you furiously. You came on his fingers, going limp and whispering his name. The pleasure you were experiencing was unparalleled. Your dream lover was fucking you senseless. And you couldn’t stop cumming on whatever he stuck in you.

He pulled away from you. You called out and looked behind you, making frantic eye contact with Boba. He returned your gaze, level. His cock appeared at your entrance. “Oh yes, Oh Maker, please fuck me.”

“What do you want?” His voice was low, husky, strained.

“Fuck my hole, Boba, please let me cum on you,” you panted, crying. He started to fuck you, grunting and groaning as he did. In several minutes he grunted, desperate above you. Your pussy clamped down on him, pulsing. He stilled deep in you, calling out your name. Finally exhausted, you started crying intermittenly. He pulled out and turned you around, pulling you into his strong embrace.  ”Tell me what to do,” he said. “Nothing,” you snuggled into him. “I’m perfect, don’t mind my crying. It just means that I’m happy.” You continued to weep softly. He smiled into your hair and kissed you. The two of you rested for a moment, then he asked, “What brought this on?” You laughed, embarrassed. But then you said the truth, “It’s been coming to you for awhile.”

“I’ve been waiting for awhile.” You looked up, surprised. “Really? Me that much?”

“Of course. I thought I was making myself clear. I only want you.” You exhaled, surprised at his statement as well as his honesty. “How come?” He smiled slightly, “Give yourself more credit.” You snuggled into him, sniffling. “Me too,” you admitted. “I mean, I only want you too.” He kissed your forehead. After another moment, you broke apart to readjust your clothing. 

“Will you come with me to my rooms?” He asked softly. You smiled and nodded, looping your arm through his. As the two of you took off, you turned to him, “You ever hear of Zeltronian spliffs?”

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years ago

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Groupie

Shane Falco x Reader (A/n- The things I do at 1am. Idk if its any good. Also, I feel like it’s important to mention that I don’t know squat about about football, so every one of these terms came straight from google)

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Her bright, wide eyes followed him around the lush, green field, sectioned off with the distinct white markings. Her mouth hung agape in anticipation as she clutched her half drank beer tightly. It was easy for Y/n to identify him as Shane moved strategically around the field, not just by the bold number ‘16’ printed on the front and back of his bright red, currently grass stained, t-shirt, but also by his build, the way he carried the ball as he ran and really, just everything about him. She would know Shane from a mile away with the pouring rain blurring her vision.

Y/n’s heart thumped erratically against her ribs and she bit down on her lower lip, gnawing a little harder every time things got too close to being in the other team’s favor. The score was already neck and neck; the Sentinels only had a three point lead and the final quarter was dwindling down to the end. Just one misstep could have Ohio tying, or worst yet, taking the game home. And Y/n knew how that would go, the entire team would beat themselves up about it for months, and she hated the thought of them being down. Worst yet, she hated the thought of Shane carrying that with him; he put his heart and soul into each game, and would often spend far too much time thinking up alternate plays.

The losses were his, the wins were the team’s.

At some point, right about when the clock had ticked down to three minutes being left, Ohio took control of the ball again, and their running back nearing the end zone at an alarming rate. A chilly silence befell the mass of Washington supporters, mostly because everyone, herself included had started holding their breaths. The timer was growing closer to zero and that would be the last touchdown. Y/n swore that her toes curled in her Chucks and she was clutching the cold can so tight that it was hard to believe none of her beverage had spilt out. It was heartbreaking to even think that the Sentinels might lose. “Come on,” she whispered under her breath, buzzing in her place, too anxious to even think about taking her seat. Y/n’s jaw was clenched, and beside her, she could vaguely hear an older man literally praying for things to take a turn.

There were advantages to having lower level seats, the ones nearer to their field. One of them was seeing the action unhampered, everything unfolded before you, like it was happening, just for you. Box seats were great, but club seats, that was where nothing missed you. Everything was in real time; every pass, tackle and touchdown. Right there, before your eyes. That was what Y/n loved, and she was reminded of just then when the, happening so fast and in slow motion all at once, one of their players tackled Ohio’s running back, sending him to the ground, seizing control once again. The ball sailed through the air, and she gasped excitedly, when a familiar figure grabbed it in leap, bounding towards the last touchdown of the night.

Merely a handful of seconds had passed when a cheer of victory erupted around her, and Y/n joined them, jumping up with her hands in the air as Shane dove onto the grass, the commentator ecstatically announcing, “And Falco scores the final touchdown of the night, the Sentinels have taken this one folks! What a great game!”

Even as the team gathered at the center of the greenery, hoisting key players of the evening on their shoulders, and dunking coolers of Gatorade on each other, the fans kept chanting exuberantly. That time, when Y/n’s heart quickened, it wasn’t anticipation, it was from exhilaration. She wanted nothing more than to just bypass every barricade and security guard and just make a mad dash into a pair of bulky arms, planting a celebratory kiss on his lips, but Y/n knew she couldn’t, at least, not without chancing an arrest. So instead, she waited.

“Oh wow,” she gasped, looking around at the mess that was the locker room. Most of the clothes had been removed, along with the bags of the other players who’d already left, but there were still used, damp towels, forgotten jerseys and water bottles littering the benches and worn tiled floor. Men. “That’s gonna hurt tomorrow,” Y/n winced sympathetically, noting the darkening bruise on the shoulder of the man before her.

“Hurts right now.” At the sound of her voice, the only player left behind, the man of the hour and quarterback himself, Shane Falco, turned to face her. He was only wearing a towel, wrapped around his waist, most of his hulking frame deliciously exposed. There was an ice pack resting on his shoulder and his hair was still damp, though Y/n couldn’t tell if it was sweat from his shower. “What’re you doing back here?” He probed, an amused glimmer in his eyes and a bewildered smile quirking his lips, “There’s a rule; no ladies allowed.”

“Oh,” Y/n mouthed with a shallow nod, pushing off from where she was leaning against the door frame. Unfolding her arms, she absently tugged on the hem of her thin red t-shirt, bringing the scoop neckline low enough to tease wandering eyes with a nice view of the top of her cleavage. And of course, just like she expected, his dark gaze fell, right where she wanted it too. “No exceptions?” She probed innocently.

“Well…..” Shane trailed off for a minute as Y/n sauntered in his direction, swaying her hips as she inched closer. His eyes roamed her form, taking everything, starting with her smooth, exposed legs, then upwards to her tight t-shirt with his number printed across her breasts and her loose ponytail swept to the side, brining attention to the delicate column of Y/n’s neck. “I guess…..” he stuttered, clearing his throat, licking his lips, “I guess…..there could be one exception. Depends really.”

A breathless smile teased her pink lips and Y/n arched her brows, “Yeah?” She taunted, “Like, for a groupie. I mean, she’s a huge fan.”

Huffing a soft chuckle and looking away for the slightest second, Shane fought a wide grin, itching to get his hands on her. But he waited though, opting to look at her again, with a stare so intense and Y/n swore he would pounce at any given moment. “It could be arranged,” he reached to rub the back of his neck, wincing at the pull in his sore muscles when he did. “Especially if she’s hot.”

Y/n giggled, finally getting within reach, letting Shane reel her in with hands planted firmly on her waist, “You think I’m hot?” She smirked, mischief dancing her eyes as she looped her arms around his neck, pressing herself to his broad chest.

“Smoking,” he emphasized, large, calloused hands roaming her denim clad ass, brushing the hem of her faded shorts.

“Just smoking hot?” Y/n tilted her head, to the side and even on her toes, her height, especially in flats, was barely enough to meet his lips.

“Smoking hot…..” Shane bent lower, just so his lips would hover over hers, “Gorgeous, intelligent, sweet, looks great in my jersey and the best cheerleader a guy could ask for.”

Nudging herself closer to him, Y/n anticipated the moment where he’d finally lay his lips on hers. She glazed his features, drinking in every inch of his face. Her favorite face, the one she’d fallen in love with. The boyish smile, the bottomless eyes and that bit of hair that always framed his perfect face. “I’m not a cheerleader,” she quipped, her tone light and teasing.

“You’re my cheerleader,” he growled, capturing her mouth in a hungry, fervent kiss; his tongue glazing over hers in between moments spent with Y/n nibbling on his lower lip. He tasted exactly like you expected your favorite person in the whole world to, so sweet that stars danced on her closed lids and a distinct warmth spread bloomed in her chest. Her wispy fingers laced in his damp hair and she couldn’t help but try to close the inexistent distance between them. That was definitely her favorite part of a game. Well, maybe, post-game. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“I told you, I’m a groupie. A good groupie doesn’t miss big games,” even when they broke, Y/n and Shane lingered contentedly in each other’s arms, not caring that someone could walk in at any given moment, catching them in the midst of breaking the ‘off limits’ rules. “Besides, I’m totally in love with you so…..”

“Oh you’re in love with me?” It was his turn to tease, earning himself a playful slap on the shoulder, “Well, it just so happens that I’m totally in love with you too.”

“Good,” Y/n laid her palm on the back of Shane’s neck, pulling him in for another feverish kiss. "I almost forgot," she sighed when they broke for another breath, "Congratulations on the game tonight."

"Thanks," Shane chuckled, going in for yet another kiss, that one intent on the crook of her neck, frowning when Y/n stopped him, "What? It's not like we've never done it in here before."

"Yeah, but don't you wanna celebrate with your team? They're probably waiting for you at the bar."

"They'll have to wait a little longer," smiling against her pursed, kiss-swollen lips, his rough, stocky fingers eventually reached between to undo the brass button of Y/n's shorts, "Cause right now I'd much rather be celebrating with my favorite groupie."

By then, the ice pack numbing his shoulder had fallen noisily to the ground, melting and unnoticed. Y/n's fingers toyed with the ends of Shane's hair, the other sliding forward to cup his neck, "Glad to hear it," she mumbled between kisses, "Cause I'd rather celebrate with my favorite quarterback."

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 10

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: smut and fluff... the tiniest pinprick of angst (like minuscule). Language, of course.

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN: Lots of references to our other fave prosecutor. Can you spot them?

WC: 2837

S/O to @prurientpuddlejumper for the Kneef gifs!

Back at your apartment, Bryan had you against the wall. He nuzzled your neck, causing you to shiver. Two large warm hands rose up the sides of your thighs before slipping under the hem of your skirt. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties and tugged. The flimsy lace underwear you wore tore easily. He nudged your legs apart with his foot.

The sound of a belt unbuckling and clanging to the floor followed by a zipper sent a thrill up your spine.

Bryan’s breath was warm on your ear as he pressed himself along your ass. You instinctively pushed back, desperate for more. Bryan nipped your ear as he stroked your soaked pussy with his cock.

“Like the song, we’re reunited and it’s going to be so fucking good.” Bryan purred. “Now place those arms on the wall and bend over more a little, sweetheart.”

--- Flash Forward to Four Years--

At the speed in which Bryan paced in front of you, you were certain the handsome litigator was going to wear a hole in the carpet. “Well?” He asked exasperated. He tugged on the collar of his navy polo, feeling warm and constricted.

“Two more minutes Bryan. These things take time.” You gritted. You rapped your freshly manicured nails along the counter. “I can’t tell who is more nervous. You or I.”

Bryan stopped his pacing to glare at you. “This is life altering news.”

“Gee, whizz, you don’t say.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “You are not making this any easier.” You stood straight and marched off.

“Where are you going?” Bryan called out after you. He followed you, basically nipping at your heels.

“To get something to drink.” You replied. “I need something to settle my stomach. I think I saw ginger ale in your fridge.”

Bryan sighed. “I need something stronger.”

You returned with two low ball glasses. “Whisky on the rocks for you. Ginger ale for me.”

Bryan took the drink and with his free hand, pulled you in. “I love you. No matter the results.”

You cupped his bearded cheek. “I love you too.” You were about to stand on your toes to press a kiss when a buzzer sounded. You gasped and thrust your drink into his hands.

Bryan watched your form disappear back into the room. There was silence and Bryan swore inwardly. “Okay, time for plan B.” He muttered before downing his drink in one shot and then downing yours. You walked back out into the room. Your face was unreadable initially and just as he was about to say something, you broke into a big smile.

“I passed! I passed the bar exam! I’m a lawyer!” You shouted before running full-speed into Bryan’s arms. The glasses dropped to the floor, shattering into a million pieces as Bryan scooped you into his arms.

“I knew you would. I am so fucking proud of you.” Bryan replied before capturing your lips with his. Any tension you had, melted away and you allowed yourself to sink into his embrace.

“Let’s celebrate!” You exclaimed.

Bryan’s eyes twinkled. “I have just the place in mind. Go pack your bag while I have this cleaned up.”

You cocked your head and raised your brow. “And where exactly will we be going?”

“You’ll see.” Bryan replied huskily. As you turned, Bryan swatted your ass. You looked back at him and the look on his face was absolute sinful. Your heartbeat began to race in anticipation.

Thirty minutes later, Bryan had finished securing yours and his bags to the rear rack of his motorcycle. You tightened your helmet before hopping on and held Bryan tightly. Bryan kicked his motorcycle into gear and off you went, leaving his luxury apartment in the Gold Coast behind.

“You have a yacht? Since when?” You asked as you and Bryan walked down the slip taking in the sight of the boats at the marina.

“Not my yacht.” Bryan winked. “Someone who owes me a favor. Come on.”

“Welcome aboard.” A man in a captain’s uniform greeted. “I’m Captain Williams – it’ll be my honor to take you along Lake Michigan. It’s a beautiful day for sailing; could not ask for better weather.”

Once on board, another member of the staff came to greet you two with two flutes of champagne. You both followed and were given a tour. When you imagined a three-bedroom, two-bathroom living space with a spacious kitchen and butler’s pantry, life on the water did not come to mind. The boat was outfitted in a subtle palette of champagne, ivory, platinum, stainless steel and chocolate brown.

Each room boasted an oversized, sumptuous bed clothed in supima cotton percale linen and a cashmere throw. In addition, the seating was Italian leather. There were two fridges, a below-deck engine room, a two-mode table that phased into a dining and cocktail table, Corian benches and an icemaker. The 40-foot yacht combined the timeless appearance of a bygone-era cruiser with stylish design and high-tech engineering. The opulent master ensuite featured beautiful Spanish hexagon tiles with a light running through it to create a sensual oasis. There was glass wall separating each bedroom and to your surprise, the glass could be easily blacked out with a frost effect at the touch of a button creating privacy.

Finally, you and Bryan were alone again. You hopped onto one of the lush beds and almost sank into it. As Bryan chose some music to stream, you gasped at the skylight above the bed. The Illinois sky above was crystal clear, nary a cloud in the sky. The yacht’s engine roared quietly beneath you as it departed from the marina.

“This is too much,” you murmured, turning to Bryan who joined you in the bed.

“You deserve everything.” Bryan praised, as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “You worked so hard. And as a reward, now I am going to fuck your brains out.”

“And what if I hadn’t passed? What was plan B?”

“Plan B was going to be to take you here anyway and fuck your brains out.”

You let out a giggle before moving closer to him. You ran your hand over his toned arm. “You’ll be my sponsor, right? At the swearing in ceremony?”

Bryan’s hands ran up your leg. He stopped at the top of your thigh and began to rub small circles. “Of course. Now, if I can only convince you to move back to Chicago and leave that firm of yours.”

“Reciprocity takes five years, Bryan.” You replied, reaching across to tap his temple. Bryan took your hand into his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“You can come to New York, you know. Reciprocity here would be cake for you.” You continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper at the end.

Bryan froze. “And leave Chicago?”

You let out an irritated sigh. “I just hate that we’re apart. I want more for us, for this relationship.”

“You’re a born and bred Chicagoan. Surely you understand. Everything I have worked for is in Chicago.” Bryan replied, letting out his own equally irritated sigh.

“Let’s just drop it. I don’t want to fight. Please, today’s a good day.” You flopped onto your back, staring at the clear sky above. You felt your eyes brim and you brought your hands to your face.

“Hey…” Bryan replied softly, removing your hands. “Maybe I can talk Laurie and Firth into opening a New York City office.”

Your lips twitched into a smile. “Yeah? You’d do that for me?”

Bryan pulled you close. “Of course. I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around him and kiss him hard. Bryan took the opportunity to roll you on top of him. Excitement swirls down and pool between your thighs. Bryan wasted no time to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head.

“Someone wants to get laid.” You smirk, crossing your arms, purposely pressing up your sheer, lace covered tits.

“You have no idea.”

“We should do something about that then… what did you say, you were going to fuck my brains out?” You asked leaning down. Your lips were by his ear as you reached around to unclasp your bra. “Because I am pretty sure this bomb pussy is going to milk out all that cum, out of that big… hard… cock.” You reached down between his legs and stroked his cock, which grew harder against your palm. A groan strained from Bryan’s throat.

When you sit up again, your eyes settled on Bryan’s. His clear green eyes were now dark and stormy.

You squealed as he rolled you back onto the bed. Bryan undid the button of your shorts and tugged them off. A smirk graced his face at the sight of the dark wet spot on your underwear. “These have got to go.” Bryan murmured, yanking them off as well. Once off, he balled your ruined panties into his fist and took a deep inhalation of your sweet scent. A rumble emanated from his chest.

You let out a gasp as Bryan’s mouth settled on your pussy. He licked a tantalizingly slow, broad stroke before settling on your clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit causing you to arch your back in response. Bryan then used his fingers to spread open your lips, and stroked them, playing with your wetness. You gripped the streets as Bryan buried his face in between your legs, sucking and licking.

You grinded against him, desperate. “More, please.” You whimpered.

Bryan removed his mouth and you whined at the loss. “So fucking greedy. Fingers or mouth?” A digit slowly penetrated you and your walls clenched tightly. A moan escaped your lips as Bryan slowly thrusted his finger in and out of you, before moving to insert another finger. His tongue flicked against your swollen pearl before he paused once more. “Answer the question, Y/N.”

“Both.” You sobbed. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never.”

Bryan dove back into your folds, devouring you as if you were his last meal. You chant his name and other obscenities loudly. You were certain everyone on the boat could hear you. Part of you didn’t even care. The man in between your legs is a god amongst mortals when it comes to eating pussy and all the praise deserves to be heard. You bucked against his mouth, until you are full on fucking his face and fingers. Your walla began to flutter, signaling you were coming close to release. Bryan crooked his finger, stroking the sensitive spot inside you and the coil in your belly snapped. You came hard, wailing Bryan’s name as your orgasm ripped through you. Bryan rode out your orgasm and as you came down to reality, Bryan continued with gentle licks and kisses; your body jerked in overstimulation.

Bryan pressed kisses along your thighs before moving back up your body. He paused momentarily to pay attention to your breasts, licking along your breastbone before swirling his tongue over a nipple. You cupped your breasts together and Bryan continued to lavish you with his tongue. Bryan moved to your mouth and he kissed you deeply, before pulling back.

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?”

You whimpered, nodding. “What’s that you called it? Bomb pussy?” Bryan murmured against your lips.

You nodded. “Yes.”

Bryan chuckled darkly, his lips against your ear. “Now it’s my turn to wreck that bomb pussy with this cock.”

You closed your eyes briefly – for what even seemed like a half second but when you opened your eyes again, Bryan was fully nude. Pre-cum beaded on the head of his cock, and you resist the urge to lick it off, as you’re desperate to get filled and fucked to your heart’s desire.

Bryan laid down on the bed and fisted his cock, so it was pointing straight to the ceiling. You climbed over him and take his cock from his hand, guiding him into you. You slowly slide down and sink onto him, until you’re fully connected. Bryan’s eyes roll back momentarily. “Oh fuck Y/N, you feel so good!”

One hand gripped the slope of your hip tightly as your bodies move together rhythmically. Bryan usedd his free hand to smack your ass. You braced your hands on his chest with your nails pressing into his skin, leaving crescent marks into his skin as you ride his cock.

“That’s it, ride that cock.” Bryan encouraged, smacking your ass again, this time harder. The sting spurred you on and you began to speed your movements. Bryan leans up and pushes you back, breaking the connection for a second, before sliding his cock right back in. Your legs are pushed up, so your knees are by your ears and your arms are over your head. Bryan pins your wrists with one hand as he takes you to pound town. The sounds of grunts and moans along with skin on skin, fill the room and you can feel his balls slap against your pussy.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he takes you deeply, sliding into you over and over in deep, long strokes. As he feels his own release approach, Bryan turns his face to the flesh of your shoulder, and bites before running his tongue over the bruised skin.

This surprises you and you come completely undone, again wailing his name. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Bryan and with a strangled cry, he stiffened and emptied his seed into you.

Your bodies are covered in sweat and Bryan kissed you softly before rolling off. He pulls you in close, and you curl into his strong arms. It’s not long before you are both asleep – partly from the orgasmic oxytocin wearing off and partly from the rock of the boat.

Later that evening, you wake up to an empty bedside – but there is a note from Bryan asking you to meet him on the deck for dinner. You shower and change into the dress you wore at The Hamptons when you all those years prior – it was a cream colored short-sleeve wrap dress that had a ruffle hem and an adjustable tie at waist. You left your hair in a loose wet braid and decided to go barefoot.

The night sky over Lake Michigan was dark, with nary a cloud in the sky. Away from the orange glow from the artificial light from increasing development and glare from unshielded streetlights, you found yourself beneath the twinkling stars and other celestial objects. You were surprised to find how many stars you were able see even just miles away from the city and northern suburbs.

A pair of hands touched your shoulders and you jumped slightly until the familiar waft of Bryan’s cologne filled your nostrils.

“Have you seen anything so beautiful?” You asked as you turned around. And when you did, you found Bryan on one knee. In his hand was a sparkling ring, which you presumed was at least 2 carats, flanked by smaller diamonds.

“When I first met you, you literally collided into me. And from then, I couldn’t get you out of my head. At first, I thought we were going to be nothing more than a fling, an itch to get out of my system. I told you I didn’t do the boyfriend thing and you were more than okay with that. And for awhile it was that, but you weaseled your way into my world and black and white became different shade of gray. And then it became blues and reds.” Bryan’s eyes shimmer as he professes his love. After a beat, he continues.

“And I know we have had our issues in the past, and I can’t promise you that we won’t have rough patches again. In my heart, you are the only one for me. I cannot imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?”

Your hands covered your mouth as tears streamed down your face. A gentle breeze blew through and you nodded before you dropped your hands. “Yes, of course Bryan, yes!” Bryan smiled as he stood and your hand shook as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck as two kissed.

“What about everything I said – about New York? Not being able to come to Chicago right away?” You asked breathlessly, as you broke the kiss.

Bryan wiped a tear from your cheek. “Oh Y/N, I already had it all taken care of. Laurie and Firth already agreed to it. I’ll be heading the NY office when it opens in the Fall. We signed a deal with a building space in Midtown.”

You gasped once more before playfully hitting him on the chest. “So you were just fucking around with me below deck?”

“In more ways than one.” Bryan winked.

“You’re such an ass.” You replied. “Wait - does that mean you’ll actually tell me what memo 618 is now?”

Bryan responded by cupping your ass and kissing you once more.

FIN.

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ythankucaptainmccoy · 5 years ago

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Arc Trooper Fives x Reader (Getting Lucky)

I have been telling you all that I would let clone trooper Fives get lucky so here it is. I may have to slow down some of the content that I post because work is going to be super hectic and I will be working a lot of hours. That being said, enjoy some Fives getting laid because this sweet bean deserved so much more!!! WARNING: Dirty Dancing (not like the movie), Mentioned Abuse/Abuse, Fives is a hero, Blow Job, Oral, Over stimulation, Squirting, Hair pulling, Spanking, Sex (duh) and Fluff.

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Fives sat at the bar at 79s grumbling about stumbling upon Hardcase, Jesse and their mechanic the other night. Echo sat down beside him knowing the reason why Fives seemed so annoyed. “How are you holding up vod?”, Echo questioned. “I just don’t understand it Echo we’re both Arc Troopers now, and you would think by wearing this armor out that a girl would be attracted to it”, Fives circled the rim of his drink.

“Well maybe you just haven’t found the right one”, Echo smiled. Before Fives could make a comment a woman sat down next to Echo grabbing his attention. “Hi there I couldn’t help but notice you earlier, you're cute and I was wondering if you would like to dance?”, she giggled nervously. Echo looked at Fives for help who just rolled his eyes. “He would love to dance”, Fives answered for him.

The woman’s eyes lit up as she grabbed Echo’s hand leading him to the dance floor. “Kriff I haven’t had enough to drink for this bantha shit”, Fives grumbled downing his drink. He turned to see Echo dancing away, and that’s when he locked eyes on you, and the man that was threateningly holding your arm. “Let go of me you bastard!”, you slapped him. Fives saw him raise his hand, and he leapt into action.

You cringed knowing that the blow was coming, but when it didn’t land you looked up. An arc trooper had your attackers forearm in a tight grip. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you manners!”, Fives seethed. “Let go man the whore deserves it”, he drunkenly slurred. “Leave and if I see you around her again I’ll make sure me or one of my vod take care of you”, Fives growls squeezing tighter on the man's arm. He turned him around and kicked him in the ass, and turned back towards you.

“Are you alright?”, Fives questioned. “Yeah… I’m fine”, you shuddered. “Here why don’t you come sit with me awhile”, he offered. You followed him, and after he got you to open up about your attacker he realized that the man was an ex that had been abusive. Fives couldn’t believe someone could harm someone so beautiful and innocent like you. “Care to dance”, you said holding out your hand. Fives got up, and you both made your way to the dance floor.

You turned your back to him, and started to sway your hips to the beat of the music. He was uncertain, and you reached back to grab his hands placing them on your hips. You pushed back against him as you began to really grind back into him. You both danced for a few minutes until the music changed and went to sit in a booth. Echo and his girl made their way towards you, and Echo talked with Fives for a moment then they both left.

Fives knew Echo was about to get lucky, and smiled. You reached your hand up to trace the five tattooed on his temple. “It must have hurt, can I get a closer look?”, you asked. He nodded but he wasn’t prepared for you to straddle him, and run a finger over the tattoo. He shuddered as you did so, and while he was distracted you leaned down to capture his lips with your own. He groaned and brought his hands to your hips as you bit at his bottom lip.

He quickly gained control of the situation and brought his hands to your ass where he squeezed, and when you gasped he took the opportunity to explore your mouth. You pulled away to catch your breath as he tried to follow your lips. “Maybe we should go back to my place”, you suggested. Fives nodded and let you lead him outside the bar to call a cab. Once you made it to your apartment you started to punch in the code when Fives started to kiss and bite at your neck.

You were able to get inside and he started to take all of his armor off. He was in his blacks and Kama now so you pushed him against the wall, and slowly sank to your knees. “Are you okay?”, you questioned. “Yeah”, he breathed out. You pulled his blacks down along with his grays letting his hardened cock spring free. You watched as he gasped as you licked from the base of his shaft to the tip. Taking him into your mouth he pounded a fist against the wall and moaned.

The velvety heat from your mouth was almost too overwhelming for him. He started to slowly thrust into your mouth, and you hummed a little. A strangled noise left him as you took him all the way into your throat. You pulled back when he thrust again, and he let a ‘sorry’ pass from his lips. You giggled and took him back into your mouth bobbing as fast as you could. “Ohhhh (Y/N) I’m about to…cum”, he gritted through his teeth. You took him into your throat swallowing around him.

He came with a loud moan as you swallowed everything he gave you. You pulled back and smiled up at him as he panted. He pulled his kama off and tossed it with the rest of his armor as you got up. He pulled your shirt over your head, and dove in to kiss you. He groaned as he could somewhat taste himself on your lips. Fives picked you up, and walked towards your room to toss you on the bed. He grinned as you reached back to unclasp your bra, and toss it into a corner of the room.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and slowly made his way up to you. His kisses were hungry, and he was trying not to be too rough with you. “Fives you can be rough with me I won’t break”, you giggled. Fives looked at you like you had said the magic words, and promptly grabbed your wrists into one of his hands and pinned them above your head. He was kissing you like a man starved as his other hand trailed down your stomach to your pants.

He unbuttoned them and slid his hand into the front to slide a finger over your already soaked panties. You whined into his mouth as you arched your back as he continued to tease you. He let go of your wrists and sat up on his haunches as he pulled your pants down and off of your legs. He kissed you again and then he licked your neck down to your breasts also leaving hickeys in his wake. The way you moaned had him rutting against you. He was teasing you know circling your nipple and then doing the same to the other.

“Fives please”, you whined. He chuckled as he enveloped your nipple with his mouth. His tongue was like magic, and he noticed your hands gripping your blankets. He switched to your other nipple, and once he was done there he nipped down your stomach. He kept going lower, and then he stopped as he repositioned himself lower. You looked down to see what he was doing when he locked eyes with you and licked a stripe up your panties.

That sight alone sent more wetness into your core, and you whimpered for him to keep going. Fives was enjoying every second of your noises and reactions. He made sure you were still watching as he bit the top of your panties and slid them down and off. He got down on his stomach and threw your legs over his shoulders then gripped your thighs to hold you in place. No warning was given as he delved right into your folds.

You had no clue how he knew how to do these things, but those thoughts melted as he sucked and licked at your clit. You tried to buck your hips, but his grip wouldn’t allow it. You cried out as he let his tongue slide into you. One hand was gripping your sheets as your other found its way to thread your fingers into his hair. You gave an experimental tug, and he groaned causing tiny vibrations at your core.

You tensed at the feeling and pulled his hair lightly again. He grunted and started to suck harshly at your clit while flicking it with his tongue. That’s all it took for you to orgasm, but he didn’t stop. You tried to pull away as the overstimulation was getting worse, but Fives just looked into your eyes, and you could feel the vibrations from his chest as he chuckled. “Fives…. Oh KRIFF!”, you screamed as you came again soaking the mattress below you.

Fives pulled away to look at you as his cock twitched at the sight of you laid out on your bed chest heaving as you came down from your high with a dark wet spot under you where you had come. You looked down in disbelief at the wet patch there and back up to Fives who had the most wicked smirk you had ever seen. This man was going to be the death of you, and there were no complaints with that.

His pupils were blown wide, and your juices glistened on his lips and beard. You sat up, and pulled him down with you, and rolled so he would be underneath you. You kissed him and groaned as you tasted yourself on him. You pulled up to lightly bite at his beard and kiss your way down his neck to his chest where you sucked several hickeys. He watched as you ran your tongue over his nipple. He shuddered at the sensation and you brought yourself back up to kiss him.

As you kissed him you wrapped a hand around his shaft to line up with your entrance. Once you had him pressed against your entrance you were going to sink down when he grabbed hold of your hips and bucked up into you. You squeaked at the sensation of him filling you as you planted your hands on his chest for balance. He just smirked at you as you started a slow grinding and rhythm alternating between the two. You could tell he was trying to be a gentleman, and let you have some control, but he was gritting his teeth.

He quickly flipped you both, and looked down at your grinning face. “Sorry mesh’la, but I don’t let go of control that easily”, he told you as he thrusted sharply into you. You gasped at the sensation. This was the hottest night you had ever had, and it was about to get better as he started to thrust into you at a wild pace. He leaned down to capture your lips as you placed your hands on his back. At one particular thrust had you seeing stars and you clawed at his back knowing you were leaving scratches that would be visible tomorrow.

He groaned at the feeling, and repeatedly hit that spot inside you. He was getting close you could tell by how he was twitching madly inside you as you got closer to your own release. “(Y/N) I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum. Where?”, he begged, stopping his thrusts. “Inside me please Fives”, you moaned. “Ohhhh (Y/N) I can’t”, he panted, dropping his head to your shoulder. “It's ok Fives I want you to cum inside me”, you told him as you brought him back to face you.

“Are you sure?”, he questioned. You nodded and kissed him with all the fiery passion you could muster. He started back to his brutal pace as he placed his forearms beside your head to brace himself. You were so close a couple more thrust had you wailing his name as you clamped down around him soaking his cock. The combination of you clamping down on him, and the wet heat that soaked his cock had him spilling inside you with a strangled moan that he tried to hide by biting down on your neck.

When you both came down from your high Fives released his bite, and sat up bringing you with him. He was still buried inside you, and he wasn’t going to be softening any time soon. You shared several lazy kisses until he started to guide you up and down on his cock again. “So eager to get going again”, you teased. “With a beautiful woman like you (Y/N) always”, he replied as you started to help him.

He pulled out of you much to your surprise, and stood at the edge of your bed. “Face away from me on your hands and knees”, he directed. You did as you were instructed, and he pulled you back onto his cock. Fives started a nice pace and brought his hand down on your ass with a stinging slap. You jolted at the sensation, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He did it a couple more times until the skin was red, and then he rubbed at the offended skin.

His thrusts were getting faster and faster as you reached down to circle your clit. You were a panting moaning mess at this point, and it took you by surprise when he grabbed your hair and tugged. You came almost immediately after he tugged the second time. He thrust three more times then pushed in as far as he could go to spill into you again. “I think we need a shower don’t you?” you asked once you both caught your breath.

He grinned and pulled out of you as you got up, and pulled him into the refresher with you. You turned the shower on, and once the steam started to rise you stepped in pulling him to you to kiss him. It was all tongue and teeth and he pulled away just for a moment to shut the shower door. When he came back to you he was more gentle, and slow with his movements. He picked you up by your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him.

He pinned you to the wall and entered you slowly as you ran your fingers gently through his hair. “I know this isn’t really the best time , but would you like to be my girlfriend?”, Fives asked blushing. ‘Oh my force how can this man go from being sexy as hell to cute as hell like that’, you thought to yourself. “I would love to”, you responded as you watched a smug smile come across his face. He kissed you again, and his thrusts were sloppy and lazy now.

This slow sex after what had just happened in the bedroom made your heart melt. He truly was a gentleman, and he was someone that you could see yourself settling down with. He brought his hand down to start circling your clit slowly and sensually. You whimpered against his lips as he continued to stroke your clit. You came easily and he followed right after then pulled out of you to set you back on the floor.

He helped clean you under the stream of the water; his rough calloused hands seemed to turn to velvet. You shared kisses as you rinsed off and in turn washed him like he had with you. He hummed as you washed his hair having to stand on your tiptoes to reach. “I’m going to change the sheets and blanket just come out when you're ready”, you told him, giving him a kiss before stepping out of the shower to dry off.

He turned off the water and dried himself as he made his way back to the bedroom. You had just gotten done with making the bed. He stopped as he noticed you were wearing his blacks top, and you threw him a pair of sweats. “They were supposed to be a gift for my ex, but since we aren’t together anymore I figured they are yours now”, she smiled as he pulled them on. You climbed into bed with Fives following right after you. He curled up against your side, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you.

You traced his five tattoo until he was almost asleep. “I love you”, he mumbled. You froze for a second before replying, “I love you too Fives get some sleep”. You began tracing the five on his temple again, and he fell asleep quickly. Yeah this man was definitely worth being with and you never wanted him to leave your side you thought as you drifted off to sleep content at being in his arms.

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Alright guys while writing this I remembered my never ending love for Fives cuz ya’ll know he is boyfriend material and hell he would make a great father too. Hope ya’ll liked this and I will be making some more Fives x Reader as time goes on.

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alolanrain · 5 years ago

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Fangshipping nobody knows how’s ash

I’m gonna guess that you ment to say ‘who’ instead. I also turned this into a little fic things as well ^_^

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Raihan bounces on the top of his feet. Eagerly bouncing around his home as well. It was all cleaned and spiffed you for once, cute fairy lights he finally bought for his living room and kitchen all stocked and cleaned for the incoming week and a half. Arceus he’s so excited!

Checking the time on his Rotom phone one more time Raihan grabbed his wallet and house keys before going to the mud room and slipping on his shoes. He just about pulled the door back and was greeted by Leon with his hand raised to knock on Raihans front door. Piers and Gordie were standing behind him.

“Raihan!” Leon beamed happily.

“Leon,” Raihan smiled a little less happy then before, “Piers, Gordie. What are you guys doing here?”

“Bar hopping.” Pier grunted out. Crossing his arms. “We came to see if you want’ta join us?”

Raihan took a sharp inhale of breath. Smile falling as he watched Leon wilt just a little at his reaction. “Sorry mates,” Raihan scratched at the back of his head while stepping out of the door way and shutting the door, “I’m actually headed to the airport to meet up with someone.”

“Really?” Gordie spoke up, giving Raihan an incredulous look.

“Really.” Raihan smiles a bit brighter this time. “Now if you’ll excuse me mates, I got someone to meet.” And just like that he was down the porch steps, across the large barren garden, and out the gates closing his property in and onto the gravel path that lead to Hammerlocke city. Pulling out his phone and the CorviCab app.

“We’re following,” Piers spoke up after a few minutes as he stared at Leon’s face, “aren’t we?”

Leon didn’t even say a word as he bounded down the step and onto the gravel road in seconds. Leaving Piers and Gordie to scramble after him, yelling at Leon to wait.

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Raihan was near vibrating in his skin. Watching as People slowly walked past him into the ticket lines. He signed a few things here or there for passing fans and was mobbed once and a while for pictures. It was all fine since the plane he was waiting for is actually a tiny bit behind schedule. It gave him half an hour just to chill hack and people watch for once, even though he was nervous as all fuck. He didn’t even notice the three very familiar people watching him from a cafe table just across from him.

Piers had his hair tired up. Dressed more comfy and he was glad that he brought a warmer sweater, Airports are always cold for him. Gordie didn’t even try but switch out his shades for a darker pair and messed his hair up just a tad. It still worked for him and Leon was a bit jealous. Leon himself had his hair tied up to. Cap and glasses obscured his face.

“He’s just... standing there!” Leon whines and let his head rest against the table. Board out of his mind and waning curiosity getting to him.

“That’s what you do when you wait for someone, idiot.” Piers snarled around the straw he was drinking from.

“Hey.” The Champion weakly objected but said nothing more of.

“Oh,” Gordie finally spoke up, making the other two immediately look over to Raihan, “he spotted someone.”

True to Gordie words, Raihan looked like a damn near wiggling Yamper. Eyes tracking something until a Pikachu came bounding out of a crowd of passing people and jumping straight into his arms.

“Pikachu!” Raihan cried out happily and easily rubbing his cheeks back into the frantic mouse Pokémon, “I know, I know! I miss you too.”

“Raihan! There you are!” A voice spoke up.

Raihan couldn’t help but nearly melt into the ground when his bright blue eyes met warm hazels.

Leon watched in renewed curiosity as a very short, to Galar standards, male came jogging up to the Gym Leader. Black fluffy hair that looked sinfully soft and the warmest of hazel eyes he’s ever seen.

“Ash!” Raihan greeted happily. Pikachu climbing up into his head so he could use both his arms to fully wrap Ash into a hug, making Ash drop his luggage bag and lifting the tiny Kantonian off the ground.

“Raihan!” Ash squealed his name again, wiggling his feet in the air. “Set me down please.”

The dragon tamer did just that. Hands lingering on Ash’s shoulders before fully dropping back down to his side. “So...” he drawled nervously.

“So?” Ash asked. Bending down to grab his luggage again and offering an arm out to Pikachu who happily chattered and purred on top of Raihans head. Very clearly not moving and content where he is.

“You must be tired.” Raihan broke out of what her haze he was shortly in. Hands flying back up to nervously hover around Ash’s body. “You look absolutely exhausted! Look at those bags under your eyes. Have you been sleeping well?” Raihan gently pulled at the skin under one of ash’s eyes.

“I haven’t slept the past three days.” Aah happily learned into the hand before jerking awake and pulling back sheepishly. “Never could really sleep on planes.”

Leon continued to watch in wrapped fascination as Raihan fluttered around this ‘Ash’. The boys Pikachu’s tail gently tapped the back of Raihans head and soon enough Raihan grabbed Ash’s luggage out of the boys hand and started hearding him out of the airport. Babbling on and on about something Leon didn’t understand and could no longer hear.

“Sonia and Nessa are gonna flip when they see this.” Piers started tapping away at his own Rotom phone. Leon wondered when he pulled that out but didn’t object. “Nessa is understandable yelling in the chat but Sonia is being unusually quiet.”

Leon was happy he had his phone shut off and on do not disturbed. Something he recently learned how to do so that Oleana and Rose couldn’t bother him on his days off.

“Oh!” Piers raised a critical eyebrow as he read something that must have popped up on his screen. “Sonia just saw and she’s livid.”

Leon nodded, already standing up after handing the waitress their check with money and telling her to keep the change, he grabbed at Gordie again. Making the man squawk with surprise and struggle to set the drink down before it got pulled away with him as well.

Piers sighed and got up after them. “I really do hate all this walking.” He bemoaned loudly even though Leon highly probably couldn’t hear him with Gordie whining in his ear.

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Nessa and Sonia met up with them at the small rolling hills just besides Raihans house. The perfect view in the front and back yard.

“If the Paparazzi find this spot, Raihan’s basically trapped in his own house.” Piers grumbled. Head leaning down onto the cool night grass. The other four didn’t say anything to the Gym Leader. More focus in coming up with a way to get Raihan to spill about who ever this ‘Ash’ person is.

“Oh look!” Piers spike up a bit louder when he noticed the sliding back door opening.

Everyone turned their head to see what Piers was and it got real quite afterwards.

“Everyone come on out!” The tiny raven haired trainer yelled happily. Throwing his Poké balls up into the air.

“Is that Ash?” Nessa spoke up. Leaning into Leon’s side that Sonia wasn’t taking up. The Champion hymn in confirmation. “He’s cute.”

“He is!” Sonia agreed readily. Eyes widening as the Pokémon materialized in Raihans large back yard. “Holy shit!” She hissed. Flattening her body more into the hill side.

“You must be Melmetal!” Raihan padded off the back porch and reached over to the giant glimmering Pokémon. “Ash kept spamming me pictures of you when you were just a Meltant.”

“Raihan!” Ash cries out in embarrassment as his Incineroar caught him in a near bone crushing hug.

“Lycanroc!” Lycanroc barked. Happily padding around Raihan and licking the palm of his hand. Settling down by his feet and watched as Ash pried himself from Incineroar’s hug.

“Hey buddy.” Raihan mumbled. “It’s good to see you too.”

Rowlet cooed above from a branch it settled down. Opening its wings the grass peel Pokémon gently floated down to Raihans waiting arms. The gym leader scooping the grass type form the air and hugging it close. The three watched Ash interact with Incineroar and Melmetal.

Pikachu opted to stay inside, curled up with Raihans Flygon on a pile of blankets by the gas fireplace, then to meet his Alolan team mates.

“Watch’cha thinking about?” Ash asked. Padding over with Incineroar close on his heels. He took Rowlet from Raihans arms and watched happily as Raihan greeted the fire Pokémon. Incineroar purred loudly as it rocked its face more and more into Raihans hands that were petting its cheeks.

“Just ho amazing my boyfriend is!” Raihan teased.

“Ah!�� Ash whined wordlessly. Face blooming red in embarrassment. “Raihan!” He grumbled once more.

“Just spitting straight truth!” The large Gyn Leader crowed happily.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Ash groaned grabbing a everyone’s Poké balls, “return everyone!”

“Aw!” Raihan whined jokingly, “and we were just about to have some fun to.”

Ash rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that filtered into his lips. “I would like some fun with my boyfriend to, you know.”

“Oh?” Raihan asked. Pupils already blowing up. “And what kind of ‘fun’ do you want to have?”

Ash didn’t answer. Only using his fingers to beckon Raihan to bend down. He curled his arms and kissed his boyfriends. Arching with a gasp as Raihan slid his hands from the back of Ash’s shoulder blades down to his ass to squeeze it.

Ash was picked up so that Raihan didn’t need to keep bending over to kiss him. Legs curling around Raihans lower stomach as he held on tight.

“I like this kind of fun,” Raihan growled happily against Ash’s lips, making the Champion shutter in expectation, “but I think we’ll have even better fun if we do this in the bedroom.”!

“Take me away then,” Ash giggles when Raihan dove back for a smaller and chaste kiss, “my dear Dragon.”

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“Well damn.” Piers spoke up. Watching with raised eyebrows as Raihan carried Ash inside. Presumably to go have sex in bed.

“I was...” Nessa’s face scrunched up in thoughtfulness and disgust at the implications of Raihans words hit her, “not expecting that.”

Sonia and Leon didn’t say anything. Their own cheeks a little bit red as they pressed their shoulders more into the grass.

“Welp!” Gordie’s hands hit the grass lightly before pushing himself up. “I’m going home now that we figured this out. Night!”

#wolfy answers #ash ketchum #gym leader raihan #champion leon #piers #gordie #nessa #sonia #fangshipping #little fic my ass #this grew #im not sorry

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qhostqizmo · 4 years ago

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Run to her before she’s gone

Don’t let her go

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Her fingers entwined with his; palm clasped to palm, was a familiarity Amon knew would never grow old. It was an exhilaration that tingled nerves, burned bone, and made his legs feel gelatinous. He had come to know her hands. He could tell a stranger how she was feeling almost by touch alone; how the limpness was for bad days, how they were clammy and sweaty when she was nervous, or how she squeezed when she was especially giddy. There were moments when her thumb stroked the soft spot by his own; moments that felt like concealed magic between the pair of them. He could describe the softness of her touch like a painter; which corresponded with her heart, but would not spill her secrets unwisely.

What he would tell any soul that would listen however was that as tender as such hands were, it was their strength he admired the most. Essätha was resolute when she held on to something. He was the perfect example. He had been reluctant to be held; sharp and barbed as his retorts, but she had held on nevertheless. She held him together when he felt he had nothing else, and he would never have enough words of gratitude to tell her how much her kindness meant to him.

The warmth in her eyes that usually lifted him and left him soaring was fading before him though, following the waning smile of sadness. He wanted to cling to to the feeling of her hands though, that said a different story than her face. Her gaze said heartbroken where her fingertips said hope.

“You will write me back, won’t you?” Essie probed, an unexplained quietness to her tone.

The nobleman still felt numb. All he could think about was her hands, and how they fit against his own so nicely. What was he supposed to do when hers were no longer there to grasp? What was he to do with his fingers, if not to hold hers?

She waited patiently, and with a growing sorrow in her eyes. His tongue felt too heavy to speak; his throat too tightly constricted to produce words. How could he answer such a question? With glee? With ushered affirmation? How was he supposed to say a word when his voice felt lost?

Those digits he adored fidgeted nervously against his own. She plucked her fingers free of his, but not without effort. Not with how he still tried so desperately to hold on.

Don’t go.

The words just wouldn’t come out. Was this not the peak of love? To let the dove fly where she wanted? To not let her go if only to pray she came back?

I have so much I still want to say to you, just don’t go.

Essätha let out a shaky exhale, a quiet murmur escaping her as she pat his frozen-hands, “Take care of yourself, my lord Amon.”

She leaned in close. Her presence left Amon even more breathless; her beauty, the air around her somehow gentler, kinder, too real and soft. The fragrance of orchid and pomegranate on her skin was alluring; a sacred sin you just wanted to sink your teeth into. She had the most enchanting of eyes; that golden-brown glow that just made the world fall silent. He could hear his own heartbeat. He thought he could hear hers, too.

Her lips grazed his cheek delicately, and she pulled away.

It was at that moment he realized he didn’t know how to say goodbye. He didn’t want to let go.

A marble statue turned to life, he reached out for her hand, but it was too late. She had turned away. He went unnoticed.

His lungs were so cold. The air around him was suddenly frigid and less vibrant.

What happens next? The mechanics in his brain caught; the gears and wires fried. Watching her walk away, standing on the side of the road, afraid and hurting. Is this what was supposed to happen? Was he the Eurydice in this story, bound to call her back and damn both of their souls? Was he doing the right thing, letting her go?

Amon inhaled sharply for the first time, and his chest heaved. The world ahead looked like a tunnel he remembered from before. Lonely, broken, the walls falling down upon him. Where was the exit? What was he supposed to do now? Who was he going to be? He could turn back and go home to his comforts, and take back the mantle that was his place but it felt so unfulfilling. Lifeless. What came after all was lost? How did you find yourself again after everything he’d lost before, and now this.

What did the blind man do when he could finally see the first time in his life? Go back to the shadows? Accept that the colors were too bright, and make no attempt to extend a hand to greet them?

He could not see Essie anymore. It was not just from the liquid swimming unshed in his eyes, either. She was too far from him now. His heart was free. Maybe this is how his story was meant to end. To go back to the beginning of it all.

Turning his glazed over gaze down to his fingers, he stared at their empty spaces. He could still hear her whispers against his calluses. He could still feel her breath making his pulse race; the promises they’d make together, the way she reminded him that he knew how to be delicate. He could still feel the ghost of her touch where her fingers laced against his own.

Was it really over? If he never said the words, not even once, was it ever truly over? Would he ever be able to let go of the regret?

Licking his lips, Amon took a step forward. Then another; aware of how unsteady his limbs felt. He took another. Gravity pulled him forward, as though he was bound to collapse if he did not keep the momentum. A jagged toddle turned into a brisk walk, into a jog, into a full out sprint as he charged down the street. Head down, his boots charged before him, pounding the dirt so fast it was almost like he was flying.

People turned to stare at him as he bolted by, baffled. A younger man he clipped nearly stumbled and fell, letting out a string of curses as his billowing cloak whipped behind him. Amon’s ears were ringing though; the air whistling. He had to tell her. If nothing else, his heart could truly be at peace. The earth could swallow what remained of him then and he would know he’d done enough, because he’d done what he could. He could learn to die slowly, and solitary, but he needed to lay it all out to her first and be sure. He had to be sure.

There she was, standing beside a horse-drawn dray waiting to consult for passage out of his territory and out of his life. There she was, with her hand wrapped around the strap of her bag and the nervously twirling a lock of soft ebony between her fingers anxiously.

Gasping for oxygen, Amon nearly collided with a woman and child stepping out of a nearby building before him. He swerved; his entire body jolted, and he fumbled to skip around the pair. The lady, wide-eyed, clutched her toddler close in alarm as broke out into a run once more as he passed them, panting.

Essie dropped her bag on the back of the cart, and placed a foot up on a metal bar near the bottom to climb in.

“WAIT!”

She was part of the way hoisted up when her spine grew rigid, and she froze. Dropping her foot back to the ground, she turned to look back at him.

Oh Pelor, he could breathe.

Dragging in every bit of air he could, he pushed his burning legs harder; faster, hurling himself in what felt like the final mile of a long-drawn race. Essätha dropped her other foot from the bar to the ground and grew tense, as though expecting him to collide with her.

He did.

Unable to stop or slow his speed he skidded on his boots, stumbled, and grabbed her with arms out. There was only just enough seconds in his trip-and-tumble footing for him to turn, falling back into the wagon with a thud that made the horses jump and prance uneasily. Pain flared up in his hip where it struck the sturdy wood, but it was nothing compared to the agony in letting her just walk away.

Gasping raggedly, the nobleman embraced her tightly, wheezing, “Don’t go!”

Essätha sharply exhaled against his collarbone. “M’lord-”

“Please!”

“Amon-”

“Essätha I love you,” he groaned, squeezing her tightly to his chest. He felt whole. He felt whole.

Her stunned silence caused a creeping anxiety to crawl under his skin. The nobleman fought against its talons, scrapping at his vocal chords. He held her tightly a little longer to get his barrings; to let the sun melt away the ice on his soul, before he could let her go.

With shaky hands, he cupped her face. She was looking down at him, mouth agape.

“If you must leave; if my love is not enough or not what you wanted, I-” he swallowed down the lump in his throat- “I will understand. But I am begging you, if you feel anything for me; if only small, if uncertain but there, please. Please give me a chance, Essie, I swear I will do everything in my power to make you happy, to love you the right way if you will let me. If you’ll have me. Please.”

“I will give you everything I have,” he continued on, hastily, “Everything.”

The sorceress’ mouth still hung open. Her cheeks were warm beneath his palms; holding a dusky pink glow.

Amon pulled her face nearer, and pressed his lips to her forehead tenderly.

Something wet struck him on the cheek, trickling down his face.

When he pulled away, he could see the tears spilling over her features. His heartstrings felt pulled in every which way; tangled as he hastily; gingerly began to wipe the moisture from beneath her eyes.

“I thought…” her voice wobbled and breath hitched, “I- I’m sorry-”

A fissure appeared; sucking his heart into a void.

“- I d-didn’t think you wanted me. N-Not like… this.”

Clinging to faith, he asked with breathless confusion, “Like what?”

Essie’s lower lip wobbled. She reached for him; those sweet hands trembling as she stroked his beard, his sideburns, his cheeks and his nose. He felt consumed by her. Healed. Alive.

“I was leaving because… Because I- I thought it would be better than to see you… forget me.” She bit her lower lip. “Let go of me. Move on and… fall madly in love…”

“I am madly in love,” Amon defended gruffly, stubbornly pulling her closer until her forehead rested to his. “I am madly and fiercely in love with you.”

A smile rose up timidly on her lips. He could feel the stutter in his heartbeat, to see something so lovely so close.

“I am rather foolish,” she whispered with guilt.

“I should have told you sooner.”

“You were afraid?”

“Yes.”

Essie pressed her lips delicately against his; soft edges of flowerpetals whispering against his mouth. “I’m sorry I didn’t show you how much I love you, to convince you of my hearts yearning. I’m… still new to the feeling.”

“You love me?” he mumbled in a cracked voice.

Her smile grew, and twinkled joy in her eyes. “I love you infinitely, m’lord Amon.”

Throwing doubt out, Amon pulled her closer once more to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her fingers, all the while, caressed his face. A touch he could never forget.

“I will help you navigate the feelings, if you will help guide me through mine,” he offered in a crooning, anticipating voice.

She smiled brightly, a quiet laugh escaping her. Her fingertips ran through his hair and lightly scraped his scalp.

“I would like that very much.”

Grinning like a fool, he brushed the hair out of Essie’s face. Relief and calm lowered his heartrate as she nestled closer, her nose rubbing against his own.

A quiet noise intruded on their intimate moment, as someone cleared their throat irritably.

“Would ye two decide if ye want on or off m’ah wagon? I’ve got places to be, and ye rallied up the horses ‘nough without your snoggin’.”

His face flushed as much as Essätha’s, Amon sheepishly helped her to stand up. His hip throbbed from striking the damn cart, making him since as he peeled himself off it. He reached for her hand one last time, nervously licking his lips as he met her eyes.

“Ready to go home?”

Essie reached around him. Worry gnawed at him.

Producing her bag, she slung it around her shoulder and took hold of his hand, squeezing his fingers in a familiar way as she gazed into his eyes.

“Lets.”

#qhost story #OTP: Essamon #Essatha Meduza #Amon Illiad #softly written

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cha-lyn · 5 years ago

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The Perfect Pair

18+ only pls.

Warnings: S m u t . Sneakin around sex. Fingering. Cussing.

Summary: Bucky gets back in the sack & has a one night stand that ends up staying the night unexpectedly.

A/N: I wrote this last night before passing out.

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“Mmm... I don’t usually do this,” you say again as he kisses your clavicle.

“Do what?” He lifts his head, to look up at you in the dim light. “Come twice in a row?”

You cackle. “No. Make out with random guys at sketchy bars and then go home with them.”

“Oh. That. First time for everything, I guess.” he shrugs.

You look at him funny. “A guy like you doesn't get all the ass in Brooklyn?”

James laughs, dropping his head back onto his pillow. “No, not really. My roommate does though. He’s insufferable.”

You roll your eyes and they settle on a hickey on his neck, close to the top of the black Henley he didn’t take off during sex. Kinda weird, but you don’t judge. “Sorry about that.”

He smirks, “Yours are worse.” He reaches over to trace the purple spots scattered about your breasts. “I’ve never seen a more perfect pair…”

Before you can respond to your phone rings. It’s your cousin who you were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago. “Uh, can you do me a solid and not speak? It’s my cousin. He’s super protective.”

He shrugs and moves off his bed to find his boxers.

“Hey. Oh yeah. Sorry. Uh-I got distracted. Yep, leaving her house now. Okay. Chinese place on Gates and Tompkins. Yeah. Mm love ya. Bye.”

“Well, it was good to meet you Y/n.” He reluctantly handed you your bra, having no shame as he stared at your bare chest one last time before your clothes covered you up.

“You too, James.”

“Stay warm.” He showed you out and you waved bye before rushing down to the street and shooting a text your cousin, giving him your eta.

He was waiting for you outside the Chinese place.

“Y/n! It’s been too long!” He gathered you in a tight hug.

“Sammy!!! We missed you at Easter.”

“Ah, I know. I just have a lot on my plate saving the world and what not.”

You roll your eyes and follow him into the restaurant. You love Chinese food at late hours of the night. You and Sam chatted until about 11:45 when you yawned so loud the table next to you stopped eating.

“Shit I’m sorry Y/n. I forgot you probably had a long ass day. Let’s head back to my place, I washed my sheets for you, I’ve got the couch. I made my roommate clean the bathroom.” Sam doesn’t let you protest and leads you back to his place.

The building seems familiar but it’s New York they all look the same. You think the same thing about the elevator but push it away thinking an elevator is an elevator.

“Oh, just a warning. My roommate Bucky can be kind of a dick. He’s the brooding centurion type. Killed too many people to count type.”

You’d seen his roommate in pictures and on the internet. The infamous James Buchanan Barnes. Assassin guy. Bucky to his best friend Captain America. You’d thought he was hot with the angry murder look on his face. And the dark, long hair and beard. Sexy metal arm.

“Hey Buck I’m home. My cousin is here, please be decent.”

“Shut the fuck up Sam. One second,” Bucky calls from the other room

You sit at the bar and look around. “This is a nice place Sammy. I-”

It was like a movie then. Slow motion. Sam’s voice fades out and you lock eyes with Bucky.

James.

Guy you had fucked two hours prior.

What were the odds of that. Truly.

Bucky stepped forward to shake your hand. “Nice to meet you Y/n. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He winked.

“Yea uh thanks for letting me crash here.”

“Not a problem.” The eye contact between the two of you was intense but somehow Sam missed it, distracted by something else.

“Holy shit Barnes! Is that a hickey? Look at that hickey Y/n! You finally got laid!”

You want to vomit. You gave him that hickey.

“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky looks down at his feet, refusing to look at Sam, much less you.

Sam continues to howl as he waves you down the hall. “Y/n. Lemme show you my room. Tin Man got some ass tonight--crazy. I’m sure you wanna get some sleep before you interview tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh interview. Where?” Bucky asked, curious, leaning against the wall.

“Shield. I’m putting in a good word for her. Nepotism and all.”

“Cool,” was Bucky’s reply. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head.

Sam shows you his room and the bathroom, which you hear none of because you are silently freaking the hell out.

You’d slept with Bucky Barnes. How had you missed that?! You try to breathe deeply. His hair was cut short. James was a common name. His beard was gone. He’d kept his shirt on during sex and it was pretty dark. Anyone could have made that mistake. Right?

“Kay, well I’m hitting the sack. Y/n if you need anything I’m down the hallway in the living room.” He shuts the door.

You change in some sweats and a t-shirt. You head to the bathroom to do your nightly routine. You lay out your clothes for the next day, then get into bed. You can’t sleep. You take off your sweat pants, how you usually sleep. Still wide awake.

Too many unfamiliar noises. You can hear Sam’s snoring from down the hall and murmuring from the wall shared with Bucky. You slip out of the bed and press your ear to the wall, as if you’ll hear something. You do.

From the sound of it Bucky was playing a computer game. “Shit who has the castle guarded? I’ve got incoming trolls. Where’s my backup?”

What fucking nerd.

You really needed your sleep tonight. So you did what anyone would do--you were gonna politely ask him to be quiet and go back to bed. You tiptoed out of Sam's room in your oversized T-shirt you slept in, gently shutting the door behind you. You knocked softly at Bucky’s door. Once. Twice.

Finally it swung open, and Bucky looked like he was about to cuss you to the moon and back, but he stopped short. “Hey.” He blatantly checked you out, eyes pausing at the hard nipples poking through your shirt and bare legs. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you- well I was trying to sleep- I heard that you were up…” you were stuttering as your eyes took in the shirtless guy in front of you, metal arm on full display. It was shinier, sexier in person. Much sexier.

“Y/n?”

“Oh um.” Your eyes trailed down his body. His sweats hung so low on his hips. You lick your lips. “Sam’s asleep.”

His lips twitch as he pulls you into his room swiftly, silently shutting the door behind you. “Sam is asleep. Sam is also your cousin.”

“Yeah. So?”

“So this is … this is weird now? Right?”

“Not really. I’m not tryna fuck my cousin.”

Bucky contemplates your eloquent words before nodding. “You have to be quiet. I’m stronger than him, but he can still kill me if he’s mad enough.”

You smirk and pull at those sweats. Bucky kicks them off, picks you up and pins you against the opposite wall, mouth finding yours quickly. Moan softly into his mouth as the cold hits your ass. It was the right night to wear a thong.

“Shhh,” he warns as he moves his mouth down your neck. “Take your shirt off. I need to see.” He does it for you instead of waiting.

“No more hickies. Bucky.” He chuckled into your skin before he pulled back.

“Your breasts. Shit. They are. Fucking perfect. All of you is but--” He dove in to suck on one. “These.” He switched to the other. “Are fantastic.” He moved his flesh hand up to pinch the other one.

Your hips bucked against the wall but the metal arm held you steady. He moved his flesh hand down your front to brush over you clit.

“W-wait. Use your metal one.”

The surprise on his face quickly melted into something else. His hands switched, flesh arms supporting you and metal hand pushing your thong aside to feel how wet you were, mouth reuniting with yours as he did. He wasted no time shoving two fingers into your folds, swallowing your moan in his mouth. Your hands grab at his back.

“You ready for this dick again?” He curls his fingers inside you, making you mumble and beg incoherently. He removed his fingers slowly and even more slowly he brings them up to his mouth, sucking them briefly. “You taste good. Here.” You open your mouth to taste yourself. Swirling your tongue over his fingers. He growls and replaces those fingers with his tongue while his hand retreats to drag his hardness across the slick now dripping from your legs. He rubs your folds with the head, teasing you.

“Fucking do it,” you beg, as he bites your lip.

So he did. All at once he shoved into you, his mouth catching your moan again. Your mouth hung open as you panted with his thrusts. His fingers found your clit and rubbed circles. It felt so good. So urgent.

“Oh-oh sh-shit I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah, come on my cock. Come.” He sped up his thrusts and his circles, nipping at your nipples again. You came, Bucky’s hand reaching up to cover your mewls as his tongue and teeth continued their work on your nipples.

When you came down from your high finally, you lazily look down at the man holding you up. “Your turn soldier. What do you want?”

You felt his hard cock twitch inside you. “Ride me.” He carefully walked backwards to his bed sitting down then laid back all the way. You felt every inch of him sink deeper inside you in slow motion. You started to move slowly, savor the feeling, but he wasn’t having it. He bucked his hips, impaling you all the way, making your eyes roll back. “Yeah, take my cock.” Bucky grips your hips hard, moving them at a pace he sets.

“Fuck just like that.” He pulls his hands off your hips and finds your breasts again. You keep his pace as he caresses your breasts and pulls at your nipples relentlessly. Your hips buck with the sensations. “So close, Y/n.”

Your body shakes at his words, unraveling around him again. “Shit I’m-I’m coming, Bucky.”

His hips stutter up into you. You feel him fill you and you ride it out as long as you can stand.

When you finally slide off of him, he offers you his shoulder.

“Fuck, I hope you get that job.”

#bucky one shot #bucky barnes one shot #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #short hair bucky

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mercuryriver · 6 years ago

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Christmas Venom

Word Count: 1601

Genre: Fluff

Summary: If you're still writing for Venom; can I have short thing where Eddie's bestfriend and roommate gives Venom a huge five pound chocolate bar and a huge sweater as a Christmas present(because he's grumpy and dislikes the cold)? Lots of fluff and I jist want to see V being cute. Thank you!!

Pairing: Venom x reader

You heard the door slam shut and you watched as Venom stuck out from inside his jacket, Eddie’s hair sprinkled with snow that was beginning to melt. He toed off his boots at the door, tugging off his wet jacket before he dove straight for the couch, yanking the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping himself in it.

“ So how was the investigating?” You grinned at the both of them, walking over with a mug of hot chocolate. Venom peeked out from inside of the blanket, interested in your beverage as his pointed tongue ran over his pointed teeth but you took a sip, grinning at the symbiote.

“ Venom wants the hot chocolate,” It hissed, eyes narrowing at you but you ignored it just to tease as Eddie scowled at you.

“ My tip didn’t even show up. It was a dead end. He had me waiting in the freaking cold for two hours,” He grumbled, his nose tipped with red as he huffed, rubbing his hands together and you snorted.

“ Why did you even wait in the cold? Scratch that why the hell would you wait for so long? If he didn’t show up in the first half an hour I would’ve left,” You shake your head.

“ I wanted to leave but Eddie insisted on staying,” Venom growled, whipping around to glare at Eddie accusingly but the man merely rolled over in the comfort of the blanket and ignored the symbiote. “ Venom wanted to go home. It was cold. And wet. Winter is stupid.” The symbiote sulked as it burrowed under the blankets.

“ That’s ‘cause it’s a tip! What if he showed up late?” Eddie threw his hands up in frustration and you shook your head. You found yourself shaking your head very often at Eddie. Even before Venom, Eddie absolutely hated the cold. The moment the leaves started to fall from the trees and there was even a hint of the winter cold in the air, it was though he became possessed by a small grumpy man who grumbled at everything. It didn’t get in the way of his work though, he would do anything for a lead. In fact, it actually made him more productive. His questions would become sharper, prodding and poking in the right directions so he could go home earlier. Now, with Venom, his questions and digging got even better, since Venom was so grumpy he’d threaten to eat the interviewee.

“ Ed, it’s Christmas. The man’s probably home celebrating with his family or something. You know? Like normal people?” Eddie frowned before rolled his eyes, dragging a hand across his face before grumbling something about how you’d never understand the world of investigative journalism.

“ I smell food,” Venom grinned, licking his lips again as he slithered up from the blankets. You stood and waved at the turkey on the table and the symbiote disappeared, forcing Eddie to get up from the couch and walk forward to the table before dumping him on a chair. Just as the symbiote tried to stretch toward the food, you leaned over, flicking it in the head and it hissed baring its teeth at you.

“ Gotta carve the turkey first. We’re civilised people,” You ignore the exaggerated gasp from the symbiote and Eddie groaned.

“ ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT I AM UNCIVILISED? HOW DARE YOU.”

“ Guys c’mon can we eat I’m starving,” Eddie groaned. He knew you loved to tease and annoy Venom to no end, bugging him and insulting him. You never called him a parasite though. You were mean, not stupid. You also didn’t want to be flung out the window.

“ V stop pissing the person with the food off.”

“ You will become the food then.” Venom hissed and you laugh, plating a pile of Turkey on Eddie’s plate for the both of them to eat as you poured gravy beside it and gave them a heavy pile of mashed potatoes. As Eddie got up to walk back to the couch so he could watch tv while eating, Venom shot out, stealing a whole turkey leg and popping it into his mouth with a satisfied grin and you chuckle, shaking your head.

The three of you sat on the couch, watching tv and the weather forecast. You listened to Eddie grumble about the weather as Venom hissed along with him until the end of dinner where Eddie just curled up in the blanket again, glaring at the snow falling outside the window. You were mesmerised by the way Venom engulfed the turkey with the bones before spitting them back out, and you were glad that he’d managed to engulf the entire remaining turkey before throwing up the entire ribcaged. Mildly disgusting, but impressive nonetheless. Eddie was pretty much used to it at this point.

As night fell and the room got colder, the both of them hogged the blanket, Eddie complaining about how Venom was ‘leeching’ the warmth off of him, triggering Venom to start screaming about being called a parasite. Eventually, you got more blankets from your room to stop the bickering. If Venom was really angry at Eddie, he was welcome to to go sit nearer to the heater, but he wasn’t moving.

You laugh before heading back to the kitchen counter. There was a small little potted fern which Eddie insisted on having rather than a Christmas Tree. He said that the apartment didn’t need a tree when you could get a potted plant for much cheaper. As a result, the plant sat on top of a wrapped gift that was taller than the entire plant. When you said it looked stupid because the gift was bigger than the plant, Eddie put a Christmas bauble that pulled the entire plant down. You had to sacrifice a decorated tree for the sake of plant, it was going to die under the weight of the ornament.

You pick up the package before opening the freezer to pull out a couple of rectangular packages and walked back over to the couch. Lifting up the blanket slightly to expose his toes, you touched the frozen packages to Eddie’s feet and he yelped as he jolted up, the entire couch shaking when he did.

“ What the-

“ Merry Christmas,” You grin, hanging him the softer, lumpier package. He took it from you curiously, arching an eyebrow at you before ripping open the package to pull out the most hideous looking sweater you could find in the shop. It was bright yellow and green, with tiny crystals sewn into to the obnoxiously green christmas tree in the middle so that every time you turned, the crystals would catch the light and glimmer. Eddie scowled as he examined the sweater, but you could see the way he was forcing back a grin.

“ This is disgusting,” He said incredulously and you laughed.

“ I threw all your other sweaters and jackets in the wash so you can wear this to the office tomorrow,” You grinned. “ You’re welcome. I know, you’re absolutely charmed.” Venom couldn’t help but grin at the sweater, slightly mesmerised by the glimmering crystals like a cat before you cleared your throat, catching his attention.

“ And this is for you,” You placed the frozen packages in between you and Eddie. Eddie pulled the disgusting sweater on and you watched as the symbiote disappeared down Eddie’s collar, only to roll out from under his sleeve, sitting on his hand. He watched as Eddie ripped apart the wrapping before it’s eyes widened and it looked back up at you with a grin as he lickes his lips, his teeth gleaming in the pale light of your apartment.

“ 5 pounds chocolate and some tater tots,” You grinned and the symbiote rolled off Eddie’s hand to sit on the chocolate bar. It was adorable how small the symbiote by itself. It looked like a tiny mass of goop on the chocolate bar. “ I thought maybe with some chocolate you’d stop being a bitch about the cold.”

“ I am not a bitch,” He barely sounded angry as he gazed at the chocolate almost lovingly.

“ Yes you’re not just a bitch. Now you’re a grateful bitch,” You smiled, picking up the chocolate and tearing a corner of the wrapping off. You broke off a piece of chocolate and tossed it to Venom and the symbiote hopped up slightly, engulfing the hunk of chocolate before landing back on the bar and grinning at you.

“ Thank you Y/n.” You faked a groan as the symbiote licked the side of your face before you placed the huge bar of chocolate down, rubbing the *saliva?* off your face. Eddie reached over, ruffling your hair as you shot him a grin, watching as the crystals glimmered in the light. He looked like an actual bloody Christmas tree. Even you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it. You’d rather freeze than wear it. It was a stupid sweater, and you knew that anyone who saw it would find it hideous, but Eddie somehow liked it. He was weird like that.

“ Did you even get me a gift?” You teased, arching an eyebrow at him. You watch as Eddie froze and smiled sheepishly.

“ I forgot it was Christmas,” You rolled your eyes with a smile. You heard Venom scolding Eddie for not getting you a gift even though he was just introduced to the concept of Christmas. Clearly you had won him over with the food. “ I’ll get you something tomorrow. What do you want?”

“ A new roommate,” You teased and he rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a smile.

“ Merry Christmas you little shit.”

#venom #venom movie #venom symbiote #venom comics #venom x reader #venom x reader fanfic #venom fluff

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lostinthewiind · 6 years ago

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Hey! I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request something that starts out with jealousy and ends up super fluffy? I know it's a big cliche but that's exactly what I'm in the mood for atm. Thanks in advance :) Love x

There’s a reason why cliches are cliches - it’s because everyone loves them, including me!

I decided to minorly wound 2 birds with one stone for this one, so this fic is also for @higgles123 who requested some Chuck Grant. So, strap in everyone, and get ready for some jealous/fluffy Grant.

“I’m Not Jealous.”

You batted your eyelashes seductively as Bill Guarnere slid a beer glass along the bar toward you. Normally, you weren’t one to flirt with the men, but it was one of your last days in civilization before the company was being sent out again and you just wanted to have some fun.

And Bill Guarnere was always up for some fun.

The man from Philly loved it when you hung off of his arm and listened to him tell story after story. The two of you were good friends, but when the nights got late and the liquor started to flow, you become something just a little bit more.

“So, anyway, I tell the guy that there’s no way he’s gonna get away with that shit.” Bill hooked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “So, I punched him out. Then, for good measure, I slashed his tires.”

Taking a sip of your frothy beer, you nodded along with the tale. Bill always had the best stories, but right then, you were more focused on his touch than his voice. You knew you could never go any further with the platoon leader, but in a way, that was made it fun. You could mess around all you wanted and never have to worry about following through.

The game between you was enjoyed by both parties. However, there was someone who didn’t take as much pleasure in the fake displays of affection, and that person was Chuck Grant.

The quieter Toccoa man was standing in the corner of the bar, his untouched, warm beer in his hand as he watched on with intense jealousy. Chuck didn’t like to admit that he was jealous when it came to you, but he was, and it was obvious.

When Bill’s hand touched your body it made it blood boil. He knew the Philly man didn’t actually like you; he couldn’t, not with how he acted. If he really liked you, he would shut up every once in a while and let you talk, he would hold your hand instead of grabbing your ass, he would kiss you instead of licking his lips hungrily while he eyed you up like a juicy steak dinner.

Chuck would never do those things. He would let you talk, he would hold your hand, he would kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before.

Your hearty laugh echoed through the bar and Chuck smiled. Your laugh was like music to his ears. The Easy Company man hadn’t the slightest idea how he had become so tangled in your web, but he was stuck nevertheless and there was nothing he could do about it.

You had no idea how Chuck really felt though. How could you? You barely spoke to him as it was, and when you did, he never let his feelings show.

As Bill dove head first into another story from his time before the war, your eyes drifted over his broad shoulder and settled on a shadowed figure in the corner that seemed to be looking at you.

When your eyes met Chuck’s, he looked away frantically, the sudden motion making it obvious that he had indeed been staring. You felt a smile spread across your lips. It was nice to know that some of the men still looked at you like that; like you were still a woman.

When Chuck finally turned back to you, you nodded your head at him, motioning for him to come over. Chuck froze for a moment, but before he could silently check with you, you had gone back to listening to Bill.

For a few seconds, Chuck was sure he wouldn’t go over. He couldn’t. But then something inside of him snapped. It was like the floodgates of courage had opened, and just like that, he was walking in your direction with his beer in his hand.

When the man settled next to you, you turned and smiled at him once more. “Hello.” you greeted him, still half invested in Bill’s retelling of the time he had to chase a bunch of kids off of his family’s property. “How are you?”

“I-I’m fine.” Chuck answered, the words almost getting caught in his throat. “How are you?”

“I’m just peachy.” you looked down and noticed that his glass was still full but all the foam had dissipated. “Let’s get you a fresh drink, yeah?”

Chuck’s eyes drifted down to his old beer. “Yeah.” he agreed.

Slapping your palm down on the bar, you waved the bartender over. As you ordered another drink for Chuck, Bill started to notice that you were losing interest in him. He didn’t like that.

Bill’s fingertips pressed into your side, a nonverbal reminder to you that he was still there and still very much looking forward to the eventual heated make-out session that usually took place behind the bar after your evenings together.

Instead of turning back to him though, you swatted his hand away and handed the new, cold drink to Chuck.

Chuck noticed the annoyance building in Bill and felt a small sense of pride in himself. For some reason, you wanted to spend time with him instead of Bill, which was something he never thought would happen.

“Thank you.” Chuck’s confidence built as Bill’s fell.

“You are very welcome.” you turned your back to Bill. As fun as the loud-mouthed Platoon Sergeant was, you had ridden that ride before. Chuck Grant was new and shiny and you wanted to see how thrilling his rollercoaster was. “So, tell me about yourself. I feel like I know nothing about you.”

Chuck smiled. He very much liked that you were interested in him. Before long, he was deep in a story that you were intently listening to. Chuck’s stories were different than Bill’s; less young and dumb and more wholesome — more reminiscent of a life without war; a reminder that there was once a life without war and that there could be again.

Bill tried and failed a few more times to regain your attention, but after a while, he realized it was a lost cause and walked off. You didn’t notice him leave. You were too busy giggling along with Chuck as he finished off his drink and ended a joke.

The night carried on, you and Chuck drinking and enjoying each other’s company. You gradually realized that you very much found delight in spending time with Chuck, but it became evident that he was a much sweeter man that you had taken him for. You had hoped that maybe his quiet demeanor hid a darker, more mysterious side, but you didn’t think it did. He hadn’t touched you once, not even a little brush of the hand.

What you didn’t know what that it was taking every ounce of restraint Chuck had to keep his hands to himself. He wanted nothing more than to touch you, but he didn’t want to come across like Bill; he didn’t want to be just a game to you.

A few minutes later, as Bill headed for the exit of the bar, he stopped next to you and brought his lips to your ear. “I’ll be out back taking a smoke for a few minutes if you care to join me.”

With that, he walked off. Chuck glared into Bill’s back as he sauntered away and out of the building.

The offer was tempting but you weren’t sure if you should stay a while longer and give Chuck a little more time to warm up to you or not. Chuck watched as you slowly began to distance yourself. He was losing you and he knew it. You had given him a chance and he was blowing it.

The thought of you sneaking off with Bill Guarnere made his fists clench and his teeth grit. Bill didn’t know how to treat you right. He did.

Making a split second decision that would either make it all or break it all, Chuck grabbed your face hard and kissed you. You were shocked, completely taken aback. You had never seen this coming from the good, kind man in front of you.

You didn’t worry for long though, because you melted into his touch in a matter of seconds. Your hands rested on his shoulders, your fingers clawing at his uniform.

Chuck needed you to know how badly he wanted you, so he showed you. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and defeated yours for dominance. His mouth moved fast and rough against yours, drawing you in and making your head swim.

When he finally pulled back, leaving your lips swollen and wanting more, he looked down at you and rubbed his thumb over your cheek. “You don’t need him,” he told you. “He doesn’t realize how special you are. I do.”

“Oh, Chuck.” your hands moved up his shoulders and onto his neck. “Why didn’t you just tell me sooner?”

“I should have.” he kissed you again, this time quick and loving. “I should have. But here I am now, telling you.”

You chuckled lowly. “Guess it just took a little jealousy to get it out of you, huh?”

“I’m not jealous.” he lied.

“Mhmm.” you captured his mouth in yours and nibbled on his bottom lip. “It’s okay if you are. I like it. It’s kinda hot.”

“Well, in that case, I’m insanely jealous.”

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fanfiction #fluff #jealousy #chuck grant #chuck grant fluff #chuck grant x reader #reader insert #hbowar #lostinthewiind

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shrimpyboke · 5 years ago

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HQ Escape Part 11 - Final

And Iwaizumi burns the locket! Happy Halloween!

"Fuck you," Iwaizumi spat and threw the locket into the fire. Yachi's eyes widened, and she rushed forward. The invisible hold on Oikawa lifted, and his best friend gasped in a lungful of air. The ghost of the young girl dove down to retrieve the locket.

Iwaizumi had no idea where this sudden burst of bravery came from, but it spurred him to push ahead, leaping forward to slam into Yachi's body.

She shrieked and began to scratch at him, nails digging hard into his exposed flesh. But he held on, fighting her flailing limbs as she struggled to save the locket. He knew he was bleeding, could feel the slick sensation as his rolled against the ground.

"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa rasped, and the ghost of his best friend lunged forward. He grabbed at Yachi's shirt, yanking her off of him in one swoop. She snarled and grabbed onto Oikawa's wrist, and Iwaizumi could see her nails tear flesh. Oikawa winced, a slight whimper tore through his throat.

Suddenly, a large shadow shrouded them in darkness, and a hulking figure towered over them. Iwaizumi froze, and the struggle between the two ghosts faltered.

Sawamura no longer watched the screen, his eyes trained on the locket. For a moment, fear spread through Iwaizumi's chest. There would be no way to fight such a strong figure. No one moved as Sawamura took a step, then another. In one swoop, he had locked Yachi's arms in his own, and she could only watch in shock as he restrained her.

"No more," he uttered.

The locket had begun to melt.

"No," Yachi whimpered. "No, no, no!" She flailed against the giant man, but he held on tight. She may as well have fought a tree with the way he stayed rooted in his spot.

"No more," a gentle voice echoed. Iwaizumi whirled around to find a beautiful young woman, hair dark as night as it softly framed her face. Kiyoko stepped forward, face full. Cheeks blushing with life. "No more."

Behind her, the towering, lanky figure began to take shape, colors spreading up through his feet, up his legs. All the way to the flaming tip of his tall, red hair. "Finally," he said, something akin to snark in his tone. He rounded to face Iwaizumi. "Took you long enough."

"Do you feel that?" Alisa whimpered. She gazed at her hands in wonder, then at the other figures around the room. "Do you feel that?"

"Freedom," Kenjirou answered. A small smile cracked along his lips, no longer cold and mocking.

Yachi screamed as the locket melted away, and the bottom half of her body burst into flames. It rapidly spread, climbing up her body with hungry licks as it consumed her whole. Sawamura held on, unperturbed by the intense heat that flickered off of her.

Finally, he let go, and she crumpled to the ground, still engulfed in flames. She began to crawl toward the fire, weakly slipping half way until she could no longer move. She burned and burned until the locket fully melted away, and she dissolved into nothing.

An audible 'click' sounded, and the door slowly swung open. Iwaizumi released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, and when he turned, he was met with the full-blown smile that adorned Oikawa's face.

Satori cackled, "Last one out is a rotten egg!" Just before he passed the threshold, he paused and turned to Iwaizumi. "Thanks," he said and tore out of the house.

The rest of the spirits followed, thanking Iwaizumi until all that was left was Oikawa and Kiyoko. She drifted toward him and stopped. With a slight smile, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek, light as a feather. "Thank you." With that, she took a deep breath and disappeared from view.

Oikawa's grin widened, and he gestured toward the door. "Shall we?"

Iwaizumi nodded, and they passed through the door. Oikawa threw his hands into the air and puffed out a breath. "Fresh air is too underrated. It feels good to be outside. Feels...free." They stepped off the porch and paused in the overgrown grass.

Iwaizumi turned to him. "What about you? What are you going to do now?"

Oikawa chuckled. "I could ask you the same." Iwaizumi didn't laugh nor did he answer, just stoically continued to stare at his best friend. Oikawa sighed and dropped his arms. "Move on, I guess? I can't exactly go home. The process is already starting." He lifted a hand for Iwaizumi to see. He leaned forward, and Iwaizumi realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that Oikawa's fingers were transparent.

Iwaizumi took a deep breath. "Maybe if I'd come sooner, I could've – WE could've..." Iwaizumi choked, and Oikawa shook his head. He stepped forward and engulfed Iwaizumi into a hug, hooking his neck over his shoulder as he pulled him in tight.

"No," Oikawa muttered. "Don't think like that. It's better that it happened to only me and not the both of us. I'd rather you live your life happily than to suffer the same fate in that house."

"But – "

"No buts," Oikawa pulled away. "No blaming yourself either. What's happened has already happened."

When Iwaizumi's expression didn't change, Oikawa leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his forehead. "You saved everyone in that house. You freed Kiyoko. You freed Sawamura. You freed everyone. You freed me."

"And for that," Oikawa continued, "thank you." He offered him a smile and pulled away. Iwaizumi reached forward, and his arms passed through air.

"Tooru, I – " His voice broke. " – I'll miss you." At that, the smile on Oikawa's face turned sad, and his eyes softened.

"I'll miss you too," he said. "I've missed you for a year, and I'll miss you for many to come." He lifted a hand to Iwaizumi's face, thumb brushing against his cheek. The sensation was barely there, a butterfly's kiss against his skin. "I have to go now. Take care, Hajime."

And when Iwaizumi blinked, Oikawa had gone.

His eyes felt hot, tears welling and falling from their constraints. He sniffed, wiping a hand down his face, and took a deep breath. With an audible sigh, he pulled out his phone to see that his bars had returned and dialed home.

"Hey, mom? Don't freak out too much, but I have something to tell you..."

And that’s it! No more choices, no more voting. I’m a little sad to see it end, but it’s been such a pleasure playing with everyone. A great big thank you to everyone who played along and voted - I hope you all enjoyed this mini Halloween project. Again, have a wonderful Halloween, and I hope the rest of the year turns out amazing for all of you :)

Note: I’ll compile everything and put it into one big AO3 story. It’s not too long, but it is 11 parts. And now I go back to spamming all of you with HQ art haha.

#iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tōru #iwaoi #haikyuu!!#hqescape #shimizu kiyoko #sawamura daichi #tendou satori #shirabu kenjirou #haiba alisa #yachi hitoka

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moonlight-ghoulette · 6 years ago

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Swalla, Jason Derulo ;)

Private room. Lush couches. King size bed. Bubbling hot tub. Bottle service. Ambient lights. Pulsing beat. Just the two of them, and 4 hours awaiting them.

Rhett isn't a fan of flexing his financial status, but he can't help but treat the pretty piece of arm candy he's currently got nestled under his arm from time to time.

Okay, so it's their money. But it makes Link feel a certain type of way when Rhett's the one handing their joint credit card to the lady at the front desk.

Rhett kept an arm casually draped over Link's shoulder as the desk attendant sorted out their room key and amenities. Link was almost vibrating with excited energy as he pawed at Rhett's front, toying with his dark red tie, his eyes locked into Rhett's calm face.

Within a minute, Rhett was handed a matte black key card. With a wink, Rhett thanked the woman and corralled a giddy Link to the elevator.

As to be expected, the moment the metal doors closed Link spin out of Rhett's grip and plastered himself to his front, his lips finding their way right to Rhett's neck, hands greedily grasping at the dark grey button down keeping him from feeling the skin contact he so badly needed. Rhett moaned softly, putting his hands gently on Link's shoulders.

"Slow down, we've got plenty of time, Bo."

The lock quietly beeped as the key card was swiped through, followed by a metallic thud as the deadbolt slid open.

Rhett placed a hand at the small of Link's back, leading him into the room. It's not the first time they've stepped on the plush carpet or basked in the amber glow of hanging lamps that hung about the suite. Every once in a while the two would get a night free of business matters and they would have a little extra change to splurge with. Neither were too into lavish lifestyles, but it was fun to get into a different atmosphere every once in a while.

Rhett wasted no time in settling into one of the velvety red couches that lined the glossy black wall. He loosened his tie so it hung comfortably off of his neck, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. He draped an arm over the back of the couch, legs splayed open, his eyes casually trained on Link who busied himself by the iPod dock.

Link grinned as a slow, sultry pop beat filled the room. Who knew Spotify would have a genre of playlists specifically for the bedroom?

Link turned around, a small gasp escaping him. No matter how many times he lays eyes on Rhett, it's breathtaking. Especially now, with him presenting himself like this, an air of sheer confidence surrounding him.

A loud snap of the fingers suddenly startles Link.

"It's rude to stare, baby. You gonna get us a drink or what?" Rhett said, a hint of mock impatience in his voice. Link knew it was all in good fun.

"Yes Sir." Link said sweetly, his gaze dropping away from Rhett as he walked over to the bar on the opposite wall. He gently cradled a chilled bottle of expensive champagne, twisting the wire cage off of the cork. Rhett gazed hungrily at the slight curve of Link's hips in his skinny jeans as they swayed slightly with each movement Link made.

Without warning, the cork flies out with an explosive pop, a bit of the champagne bubbling out of the neck onto the bar. With a few whispered expletives, Link hurriedly stuffed the mouth of the bottle into his own, quickly drinking down the froth that oozed out. When the threat of wetting the carpet with the precious liquid was no more, he released the bottle from his lips, setting it back down onto the sleek bartop. He heaved a relieved sigh, but it was cut short when he felt fingers weave their way into the hair on the back of his head and grip down, firmly but painlessly.

Before he could react, Rhett's lips met his own, a tongue diving past his lips, mingling with his champagne-soaked own. He whined when Rhett pulled back, licking his lips, a low rumble emanating from his chest. The same sound when he tastes his favorite foods.

"Couldn't wait. Had to get a taste." Rhett said with a grin, his eyes boring into Link's.

With a smirk, Link grabbed the bottle, put it to his lips and tilted it back, taking a few generous gulps. Catching his breath, he set the bottle back down onto the bar. His eyes narrowed as he licked his lips in wordless invitation.

Rhett growled and dove into Link, kissing him deeply, his tongue exploring deeper into the warm, champagne-flavored mouth, his arms wrapping effortlessly around the smaller man as he walked them back towards the plush bed. They both fall into it with a grunt, their lips parting only a moment to spare their faces from the impact before resuming, tongues gliding, teeth nibbling.

With a smack, Link breaks the kiss, his breath ragged.

"Champagnes gonna go flat. That was like $200, Rhett" He says now into Rhett's neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin.

"I got more than my money's worth from it right here," Rhett said, his fingers tilting Link's chin back up, capturing his lips with his own once again. His tongue danced lightly, teasingly across Link's lips, the hint of champagne still clinging to the reddened skin. "Got something better for you to taste anyway."

Link didn't need to inquire to what that meant.

Without wasting a moment, Link began clawing at Rhett's clothes, button by button, clasp, zipper, until he was completely nude. Rhett positioned himself at the head of the bed, his upper half propped up by pillows, and palmed at the sizeable cock that lay against his stomach. Link salivated in anticipation watching Rhett.

"Hold on Bo, I don't wanna be the only one naked, here." Rhett said, his voice dark and gritty, his hips rolling ever so gently at his touch.

"But keep the tie."

Link grinned, loosening the tie and unbuttoning his shirt from underneath it. He stood up, sliding his jeans off of his slim legs, kicking them off to the side.

He knelt back onto the bed and crawled over to Rhett, straddling his thighs. Rhett took hold of the bottom of Link's dark blue tie, wrapping it once around his fist, pulling Link the rest of the way back into him. The movement pulled their bodies together, their cocks pressed side by side between their stomachs. Link let out a yelp at the contact, his hand shooting down between them, desperate for friction. He wrapped his long fingers around both of their aching arousals, his hips rolling in time with the strokes of his hand. Moans and panting breaths melted into the music in the background.

Careful not to get lost in the moment, Rhett tugged again at Link's tie.

"M'not planning on cumming like this baby. I want you to taste me." He said breathily.

Link planted one more kiss on Rhett's lips before he slid off of his lap, positioning himself on his knees between Rhett's long legs. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Rhett's cock, slowly dragging them up towards the top, drawing a low growl out of the man laying before him. He gave a few slow strokes before dropping his upper body down, an arm coming to rest across Rhett's hip.

Link extended his tongue, flattening it against the sensitive underside, and licked a wet stripe all the way to the tip, capturing a bead of precum which he eagerly lapped up. Rhett's hand intertwined itself into the dark hair, coaxing a whine out of Link.

Not wanting to waste any time, Link plunged Rhett's cock into his mouth, quickly setting a rhythm as he swirled his tongue and hollowed his cheeks, drawing shivers and gasps and expletives out of Rhett. The moans and growls coming from Rhett spurred him on, picking up speed, his hand working where his mouth wasn't.

Link whined and squirmed, his own arousal begging for attention as he stroked and sucked, basking in the praise and obscene noises he pulled out of Rhett.

Rhett's hips rolled and bucked as Link's worked him, quickly bringing him to the edge. Quicker than he would have liked, but Link had a knack for knowing how to get Rhett off in record time. Besides, this was only round 1, he remembered.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good, I'm getting close." Rhett whined, his grip tightening on Link's hair. Link whimpered, desperate for Rhett's release, which he loved to experience just much as his own. Rhett's movements became more erratic as his breath sped up into jagged gasps.

"Link, baby, fuck!" Rhett shouted, gasping and grunting as his hips thrusted up into Link's mouth, painting his tongue with his come. Link's eyes pressed tightly shut, moaning loudly around Rhett's cock, saliva and come leaking out from the corners of his mouth, down Rhett's pulsing cock and pooling in the thick hair that laid around the base.

Link released Rhett's cock and sat up, catching his breath as come dripped down from his lips to his chin, his face in a perfect dick-drunk daze. Rhett eyed him hungrily, grabbing hold of his tie, bringing their faces within an inch of each other. He grinned, licking his lips.

"Cheers."

Rhett pulled Link into another deep, passionate kiss, just like the first one, hungry for the taste of his lover with just a hint of whatever tantalizing flavor he's experiencing.

They still had over 3 hours left. Rhett's cock already began to spring back to life at the thought of what was to come.

******

Whoo, another lengthy one! Hope you enjoy, and thanks for the ask!

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