#instead of saying i wanna taste his bath water

[gifti3]

Hilda is so brave and so cringe.

[quirrrky]

—.: ･ﾟ✦ KISS THE GIRL

RIN, REO, NAGI, KUNIGAMI attempting to, almost, accidentally and finally kissing you (in no particular order, surprise!)

≡ NOTES ⋮ OMG! this is my blue lock sfw debut...I hope y'all can support me 🥺🫶

RIN 

there you see her, sitting there across the way. She don't got alot to say, but there's something about her

He was seated in front of you in full concentration on the menu—brows knitted together, and lips pursed tight. His eyes intense on the booklet carefully studying which food you would both enjoy together.

Oh, you admired him like that. He looked so serious, so handsome.

You’re instantly in a daze and still couldn’t believe that you got a man like him to say ‘yes’ on a date with you.  

“What do you want? I suggest we ord...” Rin trailed off as he noticed your pinned gaze on him. He felt a little nervous and his cheeks began heating up. Why were you looking at him like that?  

Meanwhile, you weren’t even noticing that his focus was no longer on the menu, but already on you.  

Rin looked back at you again, and he couldn’t help but get drawn into your eyes. They were so pretty...you were so pretty that he didn’t notice himself leaning forward to close to gap in between the two of you. 

“Ma’am, sir, are you ready with your order?" The waiter interrupted, and Rin instantly pulled himself back to his seat. “Oh-ah, uhm I’m sorry. I’m sorry to interrupt you. I’ll just drop by again,” the waiter said.  

You blinked twice realizing what could’ve happened. Was he really...Was he really gonna kiss you? 

Rin has a hand covering the half of his face. His ears were red, and he was obviously flushed. He was half-pissed and half-embarrassed at the same time. 

Now, he should better find another way to kiss you.  

REO 

yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do. It's possible she wants you too there is one way to ask her. It don't take a word not a single word

He was fresh out of bath and you instantly jumped to your feet, holding a towel. As his hired personal assistant during his games, you always made sure that you were doing your duty well especially when it’s Reo. You’ve been in awe with the guy ever since and it would totally make you happy to help him be successful as an athlete.  

You approached him with the towel and patted him dry.  

“Hey, I told you. You don’t have to do this,” he gently said.  

Reo wanted to stop you, but he couldn’t. Not when he kinda’ wanted it too. Your hands...your caring touches on him. He gulped.  

Were you not finding yourself awkward in front of a half-naked man? Was he not attractive enough? Well, maybe you got used to him...to this already that it didn’t bother you anymore. 

But it bothered him. He’s bothered by you...by this...in all kinds of ways he couldn’t tell. 

“Allow me to do my job, sir!” You said, not backing down. 

“How many times did I tell you to drop the ‘sir’?” He had been attempting for months now to eliminate whatever gap you had between you two yet you’re so stubborn and still insisted on your formalities.  

“That can’t do, sir.” 

He took a sharp inhale and decided to put a stop to this. He held your wrist, which forced you to shift your gaze unto his undeniably attractive face. Your throat dried up. He looked dead serious, and he towered over you. Your heart was skipping a beat. But he’s your boss... 

Reo was supposed to say something, but he found himself leaning closer to you instead. His breathing got stuck in his chest as he wanted to have a taste of those lips. Those lips that he wanted to shut up everytime you’d call him something he didn’t want to be in your life.  

You were caught in the moment, clueless and lost on what was happening. Why were you feeling weak now? You didn’t wanna stop this, but you have to. 

All of a sudden, a droplet of water fell from his hair to your nose. You were jolted and smacked the towel over his face in panic, acting like you were drying him up like usual. 

You couldn’t believe it. You were about to kiss your boss! 

While you were so lost in your thoughts, Reo already made up his mind. He took the towel from your grasp and threw it over your head, surprising you.  

“S-Sir?” 

Before you knew it, your eyes widened in disbelief as his lips were now pressed against yours.   

He pulled away and pinched the tip of your nose. “I told you. Drop the sir.” 

NAGI 

shala- lala-lala my oh my looks like the boy's too shy ain't gonna kiss the girl

The pale-haired agreed to assist you in memorizing some terms that you had to bear in mind. He agreed because he’d just play video games while you were reviewing then he’d just listen to you talk and check if what you were saying was accurate. It was not much of a big deal, really. You’re best friends after all.  

He was so wrapped up on his phone that when it was already game over, he noticed that you fell asleep. 

“Oh, you’re cheating, huh?” He murmured. Curious to see what you were trying to memorize, he bent his head forward attempting to carefully slide the handout underneath your head, but instead he was met by the sight of you peacefully sleeping. 

You had the other side of your face against the table and your cheek was squished adorably. His eyes sparkled and he didn’t know it. He also couldn’t understand why was watching you sleep so boring but entertaining for him at the same time. 

Should he take a picture? Would you drool? Were your lashes always like that? Nagi’s fingers grazed lightly over the strands, and it tickled him a little. It felt light and loved the fuzzy feeling against his skin. 

He also found your even breathing too soothing for him that he didn’t notice his head swaying back and forth as he was being lulled into sleep. His eyes were now triggering to close as his head dropped against yours.  

Opening his eyes again, it seemed like certain minutes passed by. As he was coming down to consciousness, he felt something soft against his lips. Was it a pillow? Hmmm...He never felt anything like this before. He opened his eyes and saw yours. No, it wasn’t a pillow that’s soft against his lips, it was your... 

Immediately, he straightened his back and blinked rapidly. Oh. Did you two really... He pondered as his heart drummed fast in his ear. Maybe he’d find out the truth if he’d try to actually do that consciously this time around.  

Maybe? 

He was on his way on dipping his head forward when you squinted and opened your eyes.  

“N-Nagi?” You said in puzzlement, waking up with his face so close to yours. Sitting upright, you scratched your eyes still fresh from sleep. “W-What happened?”  

“Uh...” Flustered, he looked away, scratching his neck. “I think we kissed.” 

KUNIGAMI 

boy, you better do it soon no time will be better

Your boyfriend was always the gentleman. He’d always open the door for you, would volunteer to carry your bag, and would slice the steak for you if you’re finding it difficult. Kunigami Rensuke was always the gentleman, but in his situation right now, he was trying his best to be. 

When he agreed to watch a movie with you, he never thought that it would be romance. Now, the man was hyperaware of your existence beside him—the way your elbow would rub against his, your laugh and the way you sip that soda from your straw.  

His throat ran dry.  

Now, how could he respectfully have your lips on his instead on that straw. Goodness...what was he thinking? 

He ran a hand through his face and watched as the scene turned to the main lead passionately kissing the leading lady. He couldn’t help but turn to you. His eyes fixed on your lips. Oh, how he wanted to do that.  

Rensuke laced an arm around you and your focus shifted to him from the movie scene. He was leaning close, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted. You smiled and fed him with a popcorn. 

“I’m sorry. I almost forgot to share with you,” you said, completely clueless on what your boyfriend wanted to do all this time. 

Your date night ended with you ranting about the movie’s ending. He honestly found it a little cringe too. It was another life-on-the-line main characters with one of them dying kind of story. 

You were walking to your home with hands laced with each other. Though he badly wanted to kiss you, just like this was enough. Just the chance to spend a little bit of time with you was more than enough.  

Stopping by the front of your house, he gently ruffled the top of your head. “Thanks for today.” 

“Actually,” you swayed back and forth with the heels of your feet. Your gaze avoiding him as your face was all flushed. “My parents weren’t home tonight. Could you...Could you keep me company?” 

Forget the kiss, Rensuke thought.  

ADVANCED KISSES FOR REBLOGS AND OVERDRAMATIC TAGS & COMMENTS (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

AN: special thanks to @his-saiko for the inspo and @sugarbebenireo @chibishae34 bc your men are here

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[nanamissuit]

Softdom Soap- softdom soap- softdom soap-!

Please. Both fluff and possibly the smooout??

Softie - Soap

pairing: Soap x fem! reader 18+. MINORS DNI

warnings: oral F! receiving, P in v mentions (no condom mentioned.)

SFW:

Softdom!Soap Who runs a bath for you after he’s tired you out, he lights candles,puts bubbles, and even dims the lights for you as he waits for the bath to fill up he cleans himself off then stops the water to come and carry you to your bath so he can clean the mess he made.

Softdom!Soap Who makes sure he doesn't bruise you too much after, he soothes your hips and definitely plays with your hair as he massages your bruised skin.

Softdom!Soap Who comforts you when even small things happen. A book you read is sad? He’ll make your favorite food and listen to you rant about it. Are you feeling off? He’ll cuddle you and absolutely make sure you’re 100% okay before even threatening to get up. You stub your finger against a counter? He’s kissing your hand and finger and putting ice on it.

Softdom!Soap Who comes home from deployment early to see you fell asleep on the couch with a half empty bowl of your favorite cereal and favorite show on. He then tucks a blanket over you successfully managing to quietly slip underneath you without you waking up.

Softdom!Soap Who has your favorite drink from your favorite coffee place memorized. Sometimes when you’re just not having a good day he’ll get his shoes on and tell you he has to quickly run to walmart but he goes to get you your favorite flowers and coffee all to see your face light up.

Softdom!Soap Who insists on carrying your bags while you shop. “Don’t want my princess's arms hurtin, ya?” He always says that to you while he takes all your bags with pride.

NSFW:

Softdom!Soap Who is 100% a pussy eater till the day he dies. He cannot get enough of your taste on his tongue, definitely eats you like a starved man.

Softdom!Soap Who says “Just the tip..I promise.” and then can’t help himself after 5 minutes and fully thrusts into you with no warning, he’ll let you adjust a bit but after 30 seconds he's at it.

Softdom!Soap Who whispers sweet praises instead of degrading things into your ear. “Ye doin s’good fa me lass..’’ “cmon I know you can take it luvie.” “Just one more round yeah?”

Softdom!Soap Who holds your hips down while he eats you out just enough so you can’t move but not hard enough to make you feel any pain, he doesn’t wanna hurt his baby.

Softdom!Soap Who always makes sure you're completely comfortable. He’ll put pillows underneath your head if you need, and if you need it under your waist he’ll do that as well.

Softdom!Soap Who likes to look you in the face as you finish so he can see all the pretty little scrunches in your face as you roll your eyes back and bite your lip he admires you.

Hopefully, I did well on this to<3 I really like this one!! I’m trying to get everyone's requests bare with me.

[pekoehoneyncream]

Captain John 'Bravo Six' Price Headcanons

Part One!

Words: 500~

TW: None (sfw)

Part Two

Okay! Here are the promised headcanons!

The brainrot is intense for these boys rn, so the volume of headcanons kinda got outta hand. I didn't wanna slam y'all with the full 800+ words of headcanons that I've made for Price alone, so I decided that I'll post half now and half later.

That said, Thank you all again for the Huge response my poll got, and without further ado onto the The Headcanons!

His preferred drink is Green Tea with a spoonful of honey. He loves getting to sit, relax, and slowly sip his way through a nice hot cup of tea. If he’s in a rush or just needs to wake up he drinks coffee instead.

Takes his coffee with the smallest bit of sugar and no milk. His team argues that three grains of sugar can't make any difference, but Price insists that he doesn't like coffee straight black, he needs that bit of sweetness. The team once tested him by switching out his coffee for an identical cup of straight black coffee. Price's disgusted spluttering showed them that he can indeed easily taste the difference.

Cannot just sit down and do nothing. Always needs to be doing something. This man is a category five putterer. Just goes about absently neatening up, putting things back where they belong, pulling books forward to be level with the edge of the shelf, squaring papers with the corner of the table, wiping down the surfaces, adjusting his kit so it’s settled properly. He’ll do the same to the team as well. Mindlessly untwisting straps, pulling tight buckles, zipping pouches, pulling down the rucked-up hem of Ghost’s mask, straightening Gaz’s cap, correcting a stray hair in Soap’s warhawk.

The absolute worst at remembering names, constantly asking the team what this or that person's name is. Has a little notebook full of reminders that are only useful to him, the privates and FNGs think he's marking down performance notes, but he's just desperately trying to remember that one rookie's name before they leave eyesight. “Price, this just says ‘Michaels - Red Hat’, do you expect him to always wear a red hat?” “No, but I remember the hat, then I remember the face that was wearing the hat, and that face is Michaels'.” “Price, that makes no sense.” “Give that back and get. Have you nothing better to do? Go on, get!”

Paints his nails. He got a voucher for a free spa day as a birthday present one year, it included hot-rock therapy, mud-baths, a massage, and a mani-pedi. He went into it with a ‘fuck it, when in rome’ mentality and just said yes to everything while he was there. They explained that gel-polish is hardier and longer lasting than regular polish, without being super hard to remove like acrylics, so he went with gel-polish. At the time he just got a clear polish, but these days he does it himself and wears whatever colours he wants to. Has his own polishes and his own little uv lamp and everything. He could die on a mission tomorrow, he doesn't have time for your small minded ideas about masculinity. Before he was Captain of the 141, he actually got written up by a superior, not for wearing polish, but for wearing a nail-polish colour that wasn't a colour that's in regulation.

Loves water. Yes in the staying hydrated sense, but mainly in the swimming sense. He grew up with a creek behind his house and he spent every spare moment he could splashing around in it. To this day his favourite place is the beach, or anywhere with a body of water. A swimming pool is a poor replacement in his opinion, but he'll take what he can get.

Constantly loses track of time in the shower, his personal water bill is consistently exorbitant. When he doesn't have time to spare he sets a timer, when it beeps at 5 minutes it reminds him he needs to actually start washing up, and when it goes off at 10 minutes he forces himself to get out. When he has the time he sets the timer for 30 minutes.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

If you have any thoughts on the headcanons or ideas you'd like me expand on or things you wanna squeal about or prompts you want me to write PLEASE hit me up! My ask box is open 24/7 and I'd love to hear from you!

PekoeHoneynCream's Masterlist

[moonspirit]

i had a lot of fun making the previous music hcs so here’s some more for other characters. (i really tried to pick popular songs or songs that have trended at one point but um.. maybe i didn’t?)

eren- last resort, papa roach.

OH GODDDDD HES EVEN WORSE THAN ARMIN PLEASE DONT GIVE HIM THE AUX.. he genuinely thinks listening to that god awful song makes him cool, he’s all like “heh.. 😈 that? it’s just my go go juice.. 😏” when someone catches him listening to it. like no. GET OUT. AND TAKE THAT SONG WITH U.

mikasa- twilight, bôa.

i personally think she would be a swiftie, however i’m not one myself so i can’t really say much about that. i think she would LOVVEEE this song, it’s my favourite bôa song. GOD I LOVE BÔA!!! they also made duvet so she might also like that. also imo she’d be a twilight fan (the movies/books) so yknow.. name is fitting. she’d probably listen to it while placing a curse on someone or summoning bahpomet or something.

sasha- just a waste, pinkpantherress.

now there were a few songs by pinkpatheress i could’ve picked for sasha but i decided to go with my personal favourite, if u haven’t heard it then u can thank me when u do. (it’s unreleased but it is on spotify as an episode)

she wouldn’t even notice if the song started playing because she’s so preoccupied with her food but if someone mentioned the song she’d be like “omgg!! yes i love that song!!” 

ymir- carmen, lana del rey.

i LOVVEEE lana del rey she’s my favourite person ever, id sell my friends and family for a cup of her bath water. sorry i get weird with her 😭 anyway!! call me biased but i hc ymir as a lana del rey fan. she’d also like A&W by lana. she probably listens to her mostly while drunk, she’d be yelling (yelling. not singing. yelling.) the lyrics. she’d be so loud u can’t even hear the song anymore.

floch- closer, nine inch nails. 

i love NIN, especially that song. and so would floch! not for the right reasons tho.. if a pretty girl walks past him he’d play the “i wanna fuck u like an animal” part and mouth the lyrics. he learned from his mistakes after his second visit to the police station. he doesn’t learn enough tho because he constantly corners girls and says “hey girl.. u wanna the song closer a reality? heh.. together..? 😏” yeah he probably has an STD he was gonna pass onto those poor girls. (good thing they have enough sense to say no)

hange- 19-2000, gorillaz.

idk i think she’d like whimsical and strange songs like that. i tried to pick a more mainstream one in the hopes that u know it.. time will tell. if we’re being honest she would listen to “unidentified creature eats u alive asmr (u enjoy it, 18+)” or something like that instead of music in her free time (no it doesn’t exist.. or at least i hope so)

marco- mr.loverman, ricky montgomery.

isn’t he just the sweetest. i don’t care for marco he’s just there but for some reason i have the urge to hc him as a barb.. his fav nicki song is def super freaky girl.. idk why. anyway back to mr.loverman!!!! he would also like line without a hook by ricky (it’s that one “she’s a she’s a lady” song) he’s like one of 5 ricky montgomery fans. 

miche- hey sexy lady, shaggy.

i love miche he’s so underrated, we didn’t get to see a lot of him so i don’t have much to base his music taste off of. but this is what i decided on.. yeah it was 100% based on his looks. i would’ve liked to give him a spanish song cuz i hc him as having a bit of latino in him but i think hey sexy lady is spanish enough for him. maybe he’d like gasolina by daddy yankee. (okay you HAVE to know gasolina i’d be so surprised if u didn’t)

hitch- partition, beyoncé.

oh god do NOT play this song while she’s within earshot.. she WILL do a strip show and start pole dancing and she WILL expect to be applauded for at least a solid 3 minutes after her performance. don’t blame her tho it’s a rlly good song. i think she’d also like donk by beyoncé. 

erwin- sway, michael bublé.

he’s the one who introduced elvis to levi but i think sway would be his favourite. he doesn’t have a lot of time to listen to music so when he can he pours himself a nice bottle of wine usually reserved for the military police, locks himself in his office, and (very fittingly might i say) sways to this song. he usually ends up spilling his wine but he has too much fun to complain.

this is a lot of people but i got carried away 🙏 anyway PLEASE PLEASE tell me what songs u didn’t know i can’t function i keep wondering about something!

Okay, I've kept you hanging for like, AGES now, I'm sorry 💀

But man! Listening to all these and giggling at the mental image of these silly idiots being lovably pathetic was a fucking fire tonic for a sickness xD

Eren DOES seem the type to listen to... fucking, Papa roach lmao. It makes him look edgy and emo and cool and on the verge of all those "feelings" he's always saying nobody else understands. The only person who thinks he's cool is himself and everybody else is just tired of his shit taste in music. He'll have to marry a Mama Roach if he wants to keep listening to that, because no-one else is taking him lmao.

On that note, Floch too follows in Eren's noble and brave footsteps by listening to... yeah. He's never seen a condom in his life and now that he has, he doesn't want to see it again and runs like it's some trap laid by the Good People against a "hot satan" like himself. According to him this is the best pick up song and best bedroom song and best aftercare song and doesn't understand why people run from him.

Mikasa and Sasha omg! Mikasa wandering through dark foggy forests with her amulets and summoning spells to the tune of this song before conjuring the most terrifying creature imaginable and calling it "a good boy" seems very fitting. But sasha! Omg Sasha, I can just picture her playing this song while pottering around her kitchen making a burger or a sandwich, singing along and shaking her butt to the beat haha xD So cute ajsgsgjw.

Ymir being a Lana Del Ray girl surprised me tbh! I had this thought that she's more of a Cigarettes After Sex type of person but... Well, maybe the two intersect at some point xD I also like thinking she likes listening to songs that often sound cynical and critical of the world - idk why, don't ask me to explain xD

Hitch would like stripper vibe songs. They make her feel like she's in her game in tip top shape! But I also like to think she'd enjoy some lo-fi city pop music for late night drives either solo or with friends. Somehow the mental picture of her in technicolour sunglasses driving through a cyberpunk city is very appealing to me 💀 sorry

Hanges taste sent me flying to MARS OMFG xD She would!! She wooouuuuld! Love! Strange songs!!!! Especially kreature songs!!!! And alien fetish(?) ASMR that would make any ordinary person hurl their earpieces at the wall, but not Hange. Not Hange, because the weirder and more surreal it is, the harder she loves it! Listen listen I think she would be the first one to appreciate movies like Shape of Water and related themes!

Oh she also likes those "10 hours of precambrian era sounds" and "20 hours of Jurassic era nature sounds" etc.

Marco wholesome. He likes songs that blast you with a big wave of good vibes. Also he's biiiiiig on the nostalgia. The older a song is, the more he enjoys it, especially If he has personal memories attached to it! I also see him as the type to really dig those "Most Wondrous Music" playlists on youtube even leaving encouraging comments below and engaging in YouTube comment poetry (it's me I was part of that community of people 🙃).

Erwin and Mike tho. The big people of the bunch. Their tastes are fitting. I hc Erwin as a bit of a classical music man too, but as far as they both go, at some point they discover that the youngsters are very fond of a particular song, and they too become fans of it.

[becomingkatie]

coffee chat

How is it 9:30?? The morning is flying by but I'm still sipping my now-cold coffee and I haven't posted here in a while so I figured I'd say hi.

It got really long so I'm putting in a cut. Topics are: sad girl being sad, salt rising bread, book club retreat, and dating my husband.

Last week I skipped both of the pilates classes I was planning to attend, and this week has been busy so I didn't have any scheduled. I've had increasing back pain and know I need to do something about it so I signed up for a membership but just leaving the house is hard. But exercising at home is also hard. I'm waitlisted for 3 classes next week and low enough on the list for two of them that I think I'll get in. Must go.

Have also been putting off writing. For November I decided instead of doing nanowrimo I'd do a "write every day" challenge to build consistency, because that's my biggest struggle. I wrote every day for the first week, then didn't for five whole days. I just get so in my head and create this big obstacle and end up avoiding it. I do it with work tasks, too, but with work there's other people who need things from me so after avoiding tasks and building them up in my head I have to actually do them. But when it's "just" writing ("just" the thing I care most about and want to make a career out of) I can avoid and avoid and avoid and break my own heart by never showing up for myself.

^ Hey clearly I've been feeling sad lately. I'm really in my head and down on myself. When I talk with a friend I only want to hear what's going on with them and when they're like "so what's going on in your life" i'm like noooope. It feels like there is nothing fun or interesting to talk about, it's all just "I wish I was doing more of X but I'm not" about every single thing (getting out of the house for activities, exercising, writing, seeing friends) and the worse I feel about myself the harder it is to do those things.

I had my annual exam and pap yesterday and had the usual cramping afterwards but decided since I had 2.5 days' worth of sick time left that goes away at the end of the year I'd take the day. I vacuumed and started randomly crying during. Played ukulele and cried. Crocheted and cried. Not sure what's wrong with me but I just do not have any emotional bandwidth right now.

Earlier this week I made chicken and green chile enchiladas. I thought they were meh but Ken really liked them, and I love when he enjoys something I cooked.

I tried to make salt rising bread last weekend. It's a pretty unique bread that I wanna say is Appalachian but I'm not actually sure. It's similar to sourdough in that you don't add yeast, it's leavened by naturally occurring bacteria. But the flavor and texture is wildly different than sourdough. Making it is tricky. It basically needs to be kept at 100deg F for ~36 hours from starting the starter to getting the loaves in the oven. Our oven, turned off but with the light on, only holds low- to mid-90s, so I'd turn it on for 5-10 seconds at a time every 2-3 hours. Timers set to wake up in the middle of the night and do that. I ended up with something bread-like but it was not right. The texture was close - very dense. But the flavor wasn't right. The worst part about making this bread is it STINKS while making. You make a liquid starter where you get the bacteria going, then make a more-solid sponge (pancake batter consistency ish), then add more flour and shortening to make the actual dough, and when the starter gets going it reeks of dirty socks and bad cheese and, in my opinion, unwashed genitalia. The stink only intensifies throughout the sponge stage, and the dough stinks when it goes in the oven but the bread smells good coming out, and tastes good. Well, my attempt didn't really taste good, but when we used to have it when I was a child it did. Ken couldn't smell it. Meanwhile, I was nauseated all weekend from the odor. We got a sous vide to create a water bath of the right temperature for the next attempt, and I might need to wear an N95 or something.

My book club is doing a lil retreat this weekend. Most people are going down today but a few of us are going down tomorrow. I'm leaving work at 3 to drive down, and we'll read and hang out and make s'mores and crochet/knit/embroider. I love my book club girlies but we don't really live that close to each other and rarely get together in person, so this should be a really nice weekend. We're doing a powerpoint "game" where everyone gives a powerpoint presentation about a topic of interest. Mine is on women's elite cross-country mountain biking (defining what that specific sub-category is and then introducing the main racers and all the reasons I like or dislike them). We're also doing a "three favorite things" activity where everyone brings three of their favorite things under ~$15 each, and then we go around and pick/trade to share our favorite things with each other.

Since I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon and Friday is usually our "date night" we're doing a sushi date tonight instead! We've gotten really lazy about our date nights and usually just order in and don't really do anything special or different on those nights, but we're both trying to up the effort and increase the quality of our time spent together (and increase the level of intimacy in the relationship) so we're planning to go to the restaurant tonight. When we go out to eat it often results in impromptu errands (Home Goods for a jar for my sourdough starter, or international grocery store to look for fun desserts, or Target to get whatever) and spending time together outside of the home, even if it's doing something relatively mundane like shopping for a glass jar, ends up being really enjoyable.

[kirk-says-wah]

i was wondering if you could maybe do one to add on to that james/dave story where james tries to track down dave in college but like the night before that where they “hang out 😏”

if not that’s completely okay, i love ur writing 🫶🏻

I’ve answered both asks for this one! I hope you enjoy 💫

You can also read it on ao3 here

James isn’t really sure how drunk he is.

It can’t be any later than midnight but he finds he’s not all that sure how he’s managed to find himself in someone’s bath in just his boxers with a kfc bucket on his head.

He’s got an empty bottle of Jaegermeister next to him and the look of it alone makes him want to puke. He takes a deep breath, unhooks his leg from over the side of the tub.

The world tilts slightly but he manages to get himself standing, swaying on his feet.

There’s still music blaring from downstairs. He rubs at his eyes, knocks the bucket off his head. He doesn’t even wanna know how that got there.

He stumbles to the door, opening it to find the corridor mostly empty, apart from a few people necking against the wall.

He pulls a face but manages to get past them without much fuss, heads downstairs into the swarming party.

Bodies are everywhere, and he doesn’t really recognise anyone. A beer is pushed into his hand by a girl with red lipstick all over her teeth.

He drinks half even though it makes his stomach churns.

Eventually, he finds himself in the next room, gets a glimpse of Kirk doing shots of some blonde chick, Lars egging him on next to him.

The sight alone makes James queasy, and he nearly falls over, only to be caught by a hand around his waist.

“Woah, you okay, man?”

James has to take a second to actually get a good breath in before he turns to meet his saviour.

The guy’s about his height, red hair falling past his shoulders, and he’s fucking gorgeous.

Yeah, James is definitely more drunk than he thought.

“You don’t look so good. D’ya wanna get the fuck out of here?”

James just nods, not really in a state to argue, and lets the guy guide him out of the house and into the cold air.

That at least sobers him up a bit. The hand doesn’t leave his waist.

“I’m Dave, by the way.”

“James.”

Dave just agrees like he already knows, which is confusing because James is sure they’ve never met before.

It’s not a long walk before they get to his house and James frowns, stops in his tracks.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna throw up.”

“No,” James says, shaking his head. “I just wanna know how you know this is my house.”

Dave just shrugs. “I know Kirk.”

“Oh.”

The door’s unlocked so Dave’s able to shuffle James in quickly, and James shows him up to his room, flopping down on the bed with a groan.

A moment later, a water bottle is pressed into his hands and he squints his eyes open. Dave’s sitting next to him, frowning.

“Where did you get this from?”

“Downstairs. I think you passed out.”

James blinks and doesn’t answer, instead manages to sit up to drink half of the water bottle. It makes him feel at least somewhat human.

“Is that your guitar?” Dave asks, pointing to the Flying V in the corner.

“Yeah. Do you play?”

Dave nods, inspecting the guitar closely. He’s got a high flush on his face and he’s unsteady on his feet. James doesn’t understand how Dave’s anymore sober than he is.

“I’ve not played with anyone in a while.”

“Maybe we should do that sometime,” James says. Dave smiles, if only briefly, before sitting back next to James.

“Are you feeling any better?”

His face is mere inches away from James. Breath hot on his cheeks. James can practically feel his face turning a thick shade of crimson.

“I’m okay,” he says. Dave tucks a piece of strand behind James’s ear, eyes flicking to his lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

All coherent thoughts in James’s head vacate and he abruptly leans forward, captures Dave’s lips against his own. Dave tastes like cheap beer and cigarettes, and it’s addictive as fuck.

James open his mouth after a moment, letting Dave’s tongue probe against his own, licking over the roof of his mouth. James keens, hands flying to Dave’s back.

Dave pulls him in closer by the waist, kissing him fiercely until they have to pull back for air.

“Fuck,” James says, out of breath. His fingers shake as he fumbles at Dave’’s fly before pulling his zipper down and fishing his cock out of his boxers.

Dave gives a bitten off moan, hands tightening over James’s hips as James’s hand twists up to tease over the head of his cock.

“I want you to fuck me,” James breath, presses slightly at the underside of Dave’s cock.

Dave swears, bucking up into James’s fist before pulling him back into another kiss.

Within moments they’re both naked, James now in Dave’s lap, rocking their cocks together. Dave gasps, grazes his teeth against James’s collar bone before his fingers move down, gently tracing over James’s hole.

“Lube?” he mumbles where’s he’s pressed his face against James’s chest. James leans over, manages to fish a tube out of the top drawer of his bedside table before pressing it into Dave’s hand.

Dave dribbles the lube over two fingers, getting them nice and slick before he trails his fingers back down between James’s cheeks, leaving a wet trail in his wake.

He swirls his fingers over James’s hole, just to watch him squirm before slowly pushes one in to the hilt.

James moans slightly, rocking down onto Dave’s finger. Dave’s fingers are so much bigger than his own, and when a second one is added James is already feeling full, rim starting to stretch as Dave scissors his fingers inside of him.

“More,” James mumbles, hand clawing up to tug in Dave’s hair.

Dave smirks, presses a kiss to James’s shoulder before pushing in a third finger. He does it slowly, letting James adjust before pumping in and out, the lube squelching with every thrust until James is writhing, cock hanging heavy and red between his legs.

“Please,” James says, pulling a little at Dave’s hair. “Fuck me.”

Dave hums, pulls his fingers out with a slick sucking sound making James gasp.

Dave reaches back over to James’s drawer and quickly finds a condom, opening the wrapper quickly. He gives himself two strokes before rolling the rubber on, then smothers himself in more lube, probably more than they need.

Still, James will definitely feel this tomorrow.

Dave kisses him one last time before ushering James off his lap, where James automatically gets on all fours in the middle of the bed, shaking his ass teasingly.

Dave laughs lightly.

“Eager are we”? he says, smacking one of James’s cheeks hard. It jolts James forward a little and he moans, though it’s mostly smothered by the bedding.

Dave’s hands roam, tracing the nobs of his spine before sliding over his hips.

“Ready, baby?”

James doesn’t do anything but moan anymore, but Dave takes that as his cue to push in.

James holds his breath at the intrusion, Dave rubbing a soft hand over his back before finally the head pops in past the tight ring of muscle.

James finally sighs then, and it allows Dave to bury himself to the hilt in two short thrusts.

He stays like that for a minute, peppering kisses over James’s back as James breathes deeply, hands bunching up the duvet under him.

And then, Dave is ploughing into him like there’s no tomorrow. James can only hang onto the ride, feeling himself be hitched higher up the bed with every thrust, feeling Dave’s cock fill him in ways he didn’t think was possible.

Dave is grunting into the skin of his back, grip bruising over his hips.

His angle changes after a moment and he manages to nudge James’s prostate twice before James is coming, smothering his moans into the sheets. He never does last long when he’s drunk.

Dave smirks against his skin but he doesn’t last very long either after that, the feeling of James’s walls contracting around him like a vice making it difficult.

Dave sags against his back, arms coming round to hug against James’s belly, nosing at the nape of his neck.

“Fuck. That was amazing.”

James just hums an affirmative, turning his head slightly so Dave can kiss him slowly.

Dave pulls out then, manages to grab some tissues to clean them both up with before falling into bed next to James.

James can’t help it when he snuggles in closer, yawning softly as a hand softens over his fringe.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep,” Dave whispers, pressing a kiss to his temple.

James wants to stay awake, he really does, but finally the alcohol is starting to catch up to him, and he lets himself fall asleep in Dave’s arms.

[baiyunli]

giant bt21 shooky pillow ✨

writer asks: giant bt21 shooky pillow - what’s the most warm and fuzzy scene in your wip? share an excerpt

i generally find myself in a sort of 'writer (non-practicing)' stasis and i'm not sure that any of what i'm currently working on is very warm and fuzzy, unfortunately - i have a couple of wips that will eventually, hopefully, include warm and fuzzy scenes, but none of them are quite at that point yet. here's something from a fic i wrote and didn't post at the end of the 2022 devs season (the Last of the hell years) instead!

Nico helps Jack wash his hair, combing through the locks and soaping them up. “Your haircut makes you look younger.”

Jack snorts. “I already got all the jokes about it. Draft day, right?”

“Kind of,” admits Nico. “I’m more offended you didn’t tell me you were cutting it.”

“My mom sprung it on me,” Jack answers. “She didn’t give me a chance to say no.” After a moment, he asks, “Did you like it better, before?”

Nico runs a finger up the length of Jack’s forearm. “You looked more like you,” he says eventually. “With the long hair. The haircut, it reminds me of—your first year. That kind of thing.”

“Ah,” Jack says. “Not great.”

“I watched the draft,” Nico tells him. “It was like, one in the morning in Switzerland but I woke up just to catch the first pick.”

“Do you remember what—what did you think?”

Nico curls a hand around his waist. “You looked young,” he says. “Too young to carry so much.” Half a season and his leg still hasn’t stopped hurting, not for anything.

“We’re gonna be fine,” Jack mumbles. “Seriously. We’ll be okay.” He goes quiet. “Also, I think my hair is as clean as it’ll get.”

When Jack dunks his head under the surface to rinse it off and splutters, Nico just tugs him closer to kiss him. There are soap suds sliding down both of their faces and Jack tastes exactly like he accidentally inhaled a mouthful of sandalwood-scented water, and Nico presses their foreheads together when they pull apart.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he says as Jack starts to choke on the water.

“Thanks for the advice,” Jack manages to get out between coughs. “Really destroying your image of me as calm and collected right now.”

“No one has ever thought you were calm and collected,” Nico tells him, pressing his lips to the ridge of Jack’s cheekbone.

“Well, not anymore.”

Nico laughs. “The water’s getting cold,” he says, brushing a hand over Jack’s hair. They climb out and dry off on the bath mat, squished together in a space that can’t be more than twenty inches length or width-wise. Jack wrings out the towel and helps Nico squeeze the excess water out of his hair.

Somehow, they end up pressed against the cold rim of the tub, Nico sitting on the lip with his towel spread across his lap while Jack stands between his legs, bending down to kiss him. It turns sloppy so fast his head almost spins with it, the ache between his eyes receding as Jack leaves soft bites across his jaw.

Water rolls off his skin, soaking the bath mat as he pulls Jack into his lap. Jack settles back into the rhythm of kissing easily, and he tugs lightly on Nico’s hair. 

“Wait,” Nico manages to get out. “I don’t want to—flood the bathroom.”

Jack pulls back. “Oh,” he says. “Right.” He slides off Nico’s lap and points a threatening finger at him. “But this doesn’t end.” 

Stumbling back into the bedroom, Nico pulls on a pair of sweatpants, then brushes his teeth and crawls into bed. Facing the wall, he feels the mattress dip under Jack’s weight as Jack folds his arms around Nico’s hips.

“You wanna be the big spoon?” Nico mumbles into the pillow, pushing himself up to flick off the lamp.

Jack kisses the skin behind Nico’s ear. “Not really.” He yawns. “I was just stepping up to meet the demand. If you turn around I’ll give up the role.”

“Weird,” Nico says affectionately as he rolls over and hitches a leg over Jack’s thigh, face buried into the junction of his shoulder and neck with one arm thrown across his waist.

“You’re better at being the big spoon anyway.”

Nico brushes his lips over the jut between Jack’s collarbones, the spot where his chest meets his neck. “Brushed your teeth?” he asks, and Jack just responds by catching his mouth, the taste minty.

“I think we should get a pet,” Jack says against his lips. “Like a dog or something.”

“Who’s going to take care of it when we’re away?”

Jack curls a lock of Nico’s hair around his finger idly. “We could figure something out. What should we name our dog?”

“We haven’t even figured out what we’re going to do with it and you’re already moving to names?” Jack gets like this sometimes, saying things for the hell of saying them even though he knows they don’t make much sense. Nico just likes hearing his voice.

Jack shrugs. “It’s the most important part of the pet-owning process. How do you feel about human names for pets? Like, Gerald or something.”

Nico wrinkles his nose. “Definitely not.”

“I think naming our dog Quinner would be pretty funny.”

“I think your brother would never talk to you again.”

Jack gets ahold of Nico’s hand and plays with his fingers, pressing into the knuckles lightly. “We’ll workshop the name.”

Nico kisses his eyelids. “Go to sleep.”

“So that’s a no to the blowjob?”

“Tomorrow morning,” Nico says consolingly. “Just—not tonight.” 

Jack shifts until they’re pressed together with no space between their bodies, chest to chest. “Fine.” He exhales and slides his fingers between Nico’s, squeezing his hand lightly. “Love you.”

Nico smiles. “Love you too. See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” Jack hums, and then he turns his face into the pillow and he’s out. Nico matches the rhythm of his breaths until he falls asleep.

[amarias-yandere-blog]

When you say you aren’t theirs, Boys edition

Characters included: Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Diluc, Gorou, K. Kazuha, Kaeya, Scaramouche,Tartaglia/Childe/Ajax, Traveler, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli

Notes: will go in alphabetical order. Some of these may be a bit too ooc, but then this is a yandere blog and all characters are ooc so. Also some are short I apologize. Also I reread this and it’s like.. slowly how they suck you in too so. I’m sorry ajdnjdnsjnd im terrible at keeping on track. Even so, enjoy.

Reblogs and likes very appreciated

Do not interact if you’re not interested in pain, manipulative actions, blood, gore, or toxic relationships

Albedo

He’ll frown and slowly walk towards you, each step echoing through the cave of Dragonspine that you’d set as a research lab.

Then he’ll slowly reach out, grabbing your hair.

“If You don’t belong to me, then leave.” He suggests coldly.

You try only to find it impossible, for the ice has covered your heavy boots and glued you to the cave floor.

Albedo smiles. “See? You are mine, Y/n.” He chirps before handing you a potion. “And this’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to…”

Bennett

I don’t think Bennett would take it well at all.

You were probably exploring some forest of Mondstadt, maybe some ruins even, when he lets it slip that you’re his.

After you refuse, the air gets hot around you. You’re suddenly sweating. “B-Bennett?” You stutter.

Bennett says nothing as he walks towards you, wrapping an hand around your wrist. The way your heart pumps blood in heated fear is intoxicating to him.

“…You’re not part of Benny’s adventure team?” He asks sweetly. The bad luck is getting to him. “You, the sweetest thing I own, wanna leave?”

“I didn’t say that! I’m just not yours to own…” you explain, sweat dripping down your skull.

“Well that’s what I heard. And it’s not gonna happen.” Before you can question him, searing pain bursts into your wrist. “Now everyone, even you, will know you’re mine.” He murmurs while brushing your hair consolingly, as if he hadn’t just burned you.

Chongyun

“Surely an evil spirit is inside your body,” Chongyun will claim. He’ll inspect every inch, despite the little part that knows his yang spirit would’ve scared your possessed self away.

“I am not possessed.” You hiss, swatting his hand away. Tired, cold, tied up, sore. “Let me out.”

“But… how can I exorcise evil spirits without you, my precious yin spirit?”

“Like hell if I know! I’m not some tool, some puppet for you to use.” You snap.

“I know, Y/n. That’s why I keep you locked up, where it’s safe. Because you’re my precious Y/n.” He explains, cocking his head to the side.

Before you can stop him, he’s shoved his lips on yours, claiming you fully, pulling you closer with his strength.

Diluc

Diluc would let you loose in the wild, I think. Far from civilization and help, but not far from him. And, worse still, from water and food.

You wander for hours, dehydrated and hungry. The sun is pounding at you back.

He lets you call out his name. “Diluc, please. Help.”

“Oh? So if I’m not your master, then why are you calling my name?”

He gets you to come to him. You become his after calling out for his help, and you know this.

Gorou

Gorou is evidently part dog… so when he’s Yandere, I see him acting more wolfish and territorial than he is from what we’ve seen.

Therefore he’ll be constantly biting your body, to the point of drawing blood.

I imagine that he’s one of the worst when it comes to the words ‘I’m not yours’ because of his territorial instinct.

Like I mentioned, he’s constantly biting you to remind you just who’s the boss. The General here. But the first time…

Well, when he tastes blood, he’ll usually stop biting. But the first time he didn’t, instead letting you cry and bleed all over him.

“If this doesn’t make you mine, then I’ll just have to bathe you in a river of blood, yeah?”

Kaedehara Kazuha

Dear god Kazuha would not take it well. He may be a free spirit, and you may be by his side often, but you’re most certainly not free.

He makes this clear through every word he says. “Dear,” “my precious dove,” “princess,” are all nicknames he’s fond of calling you.

But when he calls you by your name… it’s derogatory, demanding, and most certainly claiming.

This man used to be a noble, he’s not unused to calling people out on their shit. And so that’s how he lays stake to you. Your own name turns into a collar for him to pull on should you step out of line.

But if you don’t let yourself be reigned in… he’ll get even nastier.

Kazuha is a “tame” Yandere. Like the Traveler and Venti, he very much values a person’s freedom and will to choose.

That said, when it’s his darling, he’s not afraid to go the extra mile, especially when the darling is being disobedient.

He’ll take it a step at first. “Y/n, don’t be such a bad girl/boy- come here like a good slave.”

If you still don’t listen he uses threats. “Continue acting like a disobedient dog and I’ll have to treat you like one. Which shall we use, hm? The ropes or the chains? You would look so… pretty in both, I’m sure.”

Kaeya

How should I put it…. Kaeya is a good looker, as well as a very manipulative person. He knows how to use his words.

Like Bennett, he’ll somewhat guilt you into his arms.

Then he’ll whisper in your ear, tight grip against your hips: “see? You’re all mine~”

Sorry about this idk too much about yan Kaeya

Scaramouche

As everyone knows, Scaramouche is very much a vocalist at his disproval. Or his anger. Or any emotion, really.

So when he starts to speak with an edge to his voice after you tell him “I’m not yours”, you know you’re in for something intense and painful.

Scaramouche won’t even try to hide it when he grabs you wrist, electro tingling up your arm, and drags you away to thw hotel he’s staying at while taking care of Harbinger business.

He’ll quickly tie you to a bed post and possibly strip you to your underwear before scolding you with his tongue alone.

“Look at you, sitting there, almost in your nothings. You’re my little bitch, understand? And if not-“ lightning trails up your feet, drawing a scream “then I’ll have to pound it into your skull.”

Tartaglia

Tartaglia is another of the pain to claim their darling squad.

He loves watching people suffer, watching their brains go into panic mode and try to get them out of the situation.

He loves the battle.

So he makes a bet- an absurd one.

If you win, then you’re free. If he wins, you’re his forever.

He’ll eventually get you to agree. And, of course, he’ll win. With your freedom in his hands, how could he not?

So after this battle he quickly topples you, making it clear you belong to him with his words, actions, and most importantly… your own pain.

Traveler (Aether)

Yan!Aether is also like Kazuha in that he won’t chain you up or reel you in literally.

I think that Abyss!Aether is pretty much yandere Aether to be honest. But he’ll most certainly want you by his side.

So he’ll invite you places. Whether it’s treasure, cooking, or even a walk- he’ll always get you to be next to him somehow.

And after you say you’re not an inanimate object for him to claim, he’ll agree.

You aren’t an object. Least of all to him. But he loves you, and he himself has said it best

“We have all the time in the world…” for you to realize that you belong to him.

Thoma

Ahhh Thoma. Sweet fixer Thoma is quick to make it obvious that he’s infatuated with you.

Of course, should you say you don’t feel the same, don’t worry- he’ll get you too. Whether it’s being there when you need to cry or you’re so sleepy and he’ll let you sleep on his shoulder, he’s sure to win your heart- or at least a space in your pretty head.

So when you feel yourself falling or are about to be overwhelmed by enemies, his is the first name you’ll call.

“See? I knew you loved me.” He smirks cockily. Then he presses a gentle kiss against your nose, sly but informing to an outsider. Mine.

Venti

Sweet god of freedom Venti. He’ll quickly reveal that he’s not as sweet as you really think.

So when you say that you’re not his, or you don’t find him in a romantic light, he’ll smile.

Venti’s smile is enchanting. It can only be described as a kiss by the wind. And while you’re busy staring at his smile, he’ll pull out his precious lyre, and sing you to sleep.

Next thing you know, the winds will bow down to your cries and vision bearers will slowly edge away before you can get too close.

For the god of freedom has left his mark upon you, where you cannot see. The wind has left its mark, just where those who are the most likely to intervene will see.

Xiao

Xiao has never been in love like this. He is happy to avoid humans- and be avoided by humans. That is, unless it’s you.

So when you go onto the Inn roof and tell him that you’re going to another place, and likely won’t see him, he decides right then and there he can’t have that.

Xiao may be a little socially awkward, but he’s smart.

So when he offers to show you Jueyun Karst, the adeptal realm, you’re not suspecting of anything.

But when you suddenly feel a hand against your other wrist, you scream for help. The only one who hears you is Xiao.

Not even Moon Carver will intervene, for he simply doesn’t care. Or know that this isn’t love. This is infatuation, and cruelty.

Xiao presses you against his chest after he ties you up, assuring himself that you’re not getting out of the knots.

He keeps you locked in his abode after that, able to keep you from leaving, and leaves you to every whim he has.

Xingqiu

The only thing for certain is that Xingqiu reads quite a bit. So he’ll have plenty of plans and backup plans should he fail to capture you or win your heart.

However, I see him being a mix of Thoma and Scaramouche.

When the sweet dates don’t receive you like he wants, he resorts to pain and fear.

Zhongli

The god of contracts will use a contract to claim you. He will use your family or friends to manipulate you into agreeing to be his.

And if you ever want to break the contract… we know how that goes. He will be angry, upset.

Zhongli is the most likely to physically hit you in my mind. Like slap you. Unlike Bennett and Scaramouche, he will use degradation and force.

“You want to break the contract? Then I can do whatever I please with you, Y/n… for the contract stated that I would not lay a finger upon you, but that is broken now, isn’t it?

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Hi can i ask you for a smut of kim roksoo x reader, its about krs being clingy and reader giving him a boobjob, im sorry im just to thirsty 😭😭😭😭😭

LMFAOO it's okay, baby, we all are 😭✋ this is me trying to write again after months of not doing so

content warning: vaginal penetration, groping, handjob, oral male receiving, boobjob, hehe

Many thinks of your boyfriend as some sort of cold, emotionless man. They think that if he was an animal, he might be a black cat, or perhaps even a black panther!

How chilling.

But...

Has everyone forgotten how clingy cats are?

"Rok Soo, I'm trying to cook—!"

The tall man ignored your words, draping his whole body even more so on you, arms around your waist and head buried in the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses there.

"You smell good," he commented. "You took a bath already?"

"Yes and—hey!" You smack the man's arm when he tried slipping his calloused hand into your shorts. "No. Go clean up and have dinner first."

"Dun wanna," he pouted, hugging you tigher.

"You're just gonna do this while I'm cooking?" You asked, stirring the noodles on the pot. Kim Rok Soo hummed, a simple, yet definitive answer.

You stood at the kitchen with him draped around you, just hugging you close and breathing in your scent. You caressed his scarred arm, speaking softly, "Long day at work?"

"I missed you," he told you instead. He doesn't like bringing work home and definitely hates talking about it.

You let your lips curl into a smile. "I miss you too, baby, but you have to go take a shower before I'm finished making dinner. We can cuddle after, alright?"

It took him a few seconds to consider your words — he swayed with you from side to side, making you giggle as he thought about your offer before he eventually stopped and lets you go, not forgetting to give you soft kiss on the lips.

"I'll call for you when the dinner's ready," you say with a smile, watching Kim Rok Soo walking away towards where the bathroom is.

You can hear the water running in the bathroom and simply continued cooking dinner, humming as you think about how you purposefully cooked a lot so Kim Rok Soo would eat until he's sleepy. You had even bought cake bcause you know how much Kim Rok Soo need to munch on something.

You plated the stir-fry noodles on the dining table, pouring water into the glasses.

"[Name]...!"

You looked up, a little bit startled to hear your name being called. You realized Kim Rok Soo was calling for you from the bedroom so you set down the pitcher and took off your apron, draping it on the chair.

"Yeah?" You called back, walking towards the bedroom. "Is something wrong?"

You opened the bedroom door, finding Kim Rok Soo greeting you with his black hair still dripping wet, a towel around his neck, and only wearing his usual grey sweatpants. He wrapped a scarred arm around your waist to pull you closer to him and you smiled, placing a hand on his naked chest. "You're gonna get a cold."

"Mhm," he hummed in reply, holding your hand and moving it his lips so he could kiss the inside of your wrist. He gave you an irresistable grin. "You'll warm me up, won't you?"

He pulled you to the bed, sitting on the bed and looking up at you with that grin still on his face. You pouted. "Don't look at me like that."

"Why not?"

You straddle his lap, grumbling. "You know I can't resist you."

Kim Rok Soo pulled you close until you're both chest to chest as you kiss him on the lips. You can feel the curve of his lips against yours and thought to yourself that you have to find a way to not let him get whatever he wants, but for now, you close your eyes and let him hold you close and kiss you.

You can taste the faint menthol taste in his mouth and the smell of your shampoo on his hair. You gripped at his shoulders, fingers running through the healed scars before you wrap your arms around his neck.

Kim Rok Soo's hand slips underneath your shirt, massaging your breast while the other one is on your ass, pressing you down to his crotch. You let out a weak whimper, giving Kim Rok Soo the chance to shove his tongue inside your mouth.

You sucked on his tongue, moving your hips against his hard-on. His breath labored and he pulls his hand away from your body, only to grab on your shorts.

RIPPPP...!

You stopped kissing him, looking down to see your elastic shorts now ripped at the middle, the thin seams holding on to their lives. "Rok Soo, my shorts!"

"It was in the way," he murmured, carelessly pulling on them and throwing them aside. He pushed aside your underwear, running a finger through the slick folds.

"Rok Soo, baby, no," you say softly. "We can't."

He looked at you with a small frown, not out of distaste, but instead it was of concern. "Why not?"

You pursed your lips. "I'm still sore."

Kim Rok Soo stilled, taking a few moments to think. "It's been three days."

"I don't think I can... take you, yet," you continued, palming his bulge to emphasize your words, grinning when he flinched in response. "You were too rough on me that night."

"I-I'm sorry," he huffed, leaning back a bit and using his elbows to prop him up. You tugged down his sweatpants, taking out his cock. You gently pump his semi-hard cock, ignoring the way Kim Rok Soo's breathing was quickly getting labored.

He can feel the heat of your cunt on the underside of his cock, your folds barely brushing against his cock. Your hand began to slowly pump him and he hears you let out a giggle.

"You're so big, Rok Soo," you cooed at him, shuffling closer to him and he grits his teeth when your warm, wet cunt finally, finally, met his cock.

The feeling was so delicious that Kim Rok Soo's mouth nearly waters. You frowned a bit, giving him a mocking smile, "Oh, you want it?"

"N-No," he muttered, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"No?" You asked, teasing. "Then I don't have to make you cum tonight, right?"

Kim Rok Soo had to remind himself to not think with his dick—the one you're spitting at to pump it better—and consider the fact that you're still sore, the reason being him so lost during intercourse that he had gone too far with you.

"Fuck, fuck," he murmured, your hand on his cock pumping faster. "Fuck, yes, I want it, please...!"

"Hm? What do you want?" You asked, hand slowing down and Kim Rok Soo panicked, moving his hips up to match your hand, "N-No, don't stop, please! [Name], baby, please don't do this me..."

You ignored his pleas, hand slowing down to the point it was painful for him. You kept on watching your lover whined and whimper as he moves his hips to finish the job. You pushed him down to lay on the bed, his legs still off the bed.

"Rok Soo, baby, you need to be more aware," you began, moving on top of him so your folds are pressed against the underside of his cock. "You're really big and the way you fucked my poor, little cunt was too much. Don't you feel sorry for me? Hm?"

You began to move, your fluids coating the underside of his cock. You move deliberately slow, watching Kim Rok Soo's face flushed red and skin becoming sweaty as he tries his best to hold himself back.

"R-Rok Soo," you breathed his name, leaning forward so you'll lay on his chest, rubbing your clit against his cock faster. You let his tip probe around your hole, listening to the squelch of your fluids whenever his tip rubs on your cunt.

"S-shit," Kim Rok Soo cursed, his balls tightening. His hand sneaks up, pulling up your shirt to expose your breasts. He palmed on one of your breasts in one hand and with the other breast, he opened his mouth, sucking on your nipple and using his teeth to tug on them.

He licks around your nipple and suck on them, tongue twirling around the stiff bud. He moved his mouth around the soft flesh of your breasts, sucking, biting, and licking your skin until your chest is marred with red-purplish marks.

"C-Can I try putting it in?" He whispered against your nipple, his other hand already going down to his cock to lead it to your hole. You gulped, nodding your head and whispering a low, "Okay."

He pushed the bulbous head, penetrating your hole in the slightest. You let out a weak whimper, the stretch immediately made your body tingle with pain and pleasure, all mixed together, causing your body to jolt.

"N-no," you nearly cried. "'t hurts—"

Kim Rok Soo immediately pulls out, peppering your face with apologetic kisses. "I'm sorry, 'm sorry—"

You let him kiss you all over your face, down to your jaw. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, moving you so you could lay on top of him better.

You placed your hand on his chest, propping yourself up and stopped Kim Rok Soo from giving you a flurry of soft kisses.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "Are you okay? Do you want me to get you anything? Or maybe we should go back and have din—"

"Let me lay down," you told him and Kim Rok Soo helped you to lay down on the bed, head placed properly on the pillow.

"Is this okay?" He murmured, still feeling guilty. You gave him a gentle kiss and held him by his waist, murmuring, "I want to make you cum."

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered against your lips, pulling away to look into your eyes. You lead his hand to squeeze your breast and look up to him through your lashes, "You've always wanted to try, right?"

Kim Rok Soo almost choked on his own spit, immediately catching onto your proposition. "[Name], are you sure?"

"I'm already laying down, aren't I?" You questioned him with a soft smile, caressing his scarred cheek. "I want to make you cum, Rok Soo. Won't you help me?"

Kim Rok Soo gulped, looking down at you, topless with breasts marked with his hickeys and saliva. He squeezed your chest again, pinching your nipples, prompting you to let out a mewl while holding onto his wrist. He used both of his hands to squeeze your breasts together, some of it spilling through the gaps of his fingers.

"Fuck, okay," he murmured. "Okay."

The smile on your face was so sickeningly sweet that Kim Rok Soo just had to taste it -- he leaned down and gave you a kiss before moving to straddle you. You squeeze your breasts together while Kim Rok Soo pumped his cock, coated with your fluids from the previous penetration.

He slipped his cock in between your breasts and you looked down, kissing the tip that had been grazing your chin. Kim Rok Soo let out a groan, slowly moving his hips, every thrust earning the tip of his cock a wet, sloppy kiss from you.

While it's not comparable to stuffing your pussy full, Kim Rok Soo still thought of how soft your breasts are around his shaft every time he was thrusting and how erotic it is to see you squeezing your breasts together and pinching your nipples.

"H-aah, haah--!" You stuck out your tongue, causing Kim Rok Soo to groan every time he felt the hot, wet muscle every time he thrust up.

He could feel his balls tensing up with every thrust, his cock already so damn sensitive ever since he was inside you. He quickened his thrusts onto your tits, the vein in his neck pulsing as he tries his best to not cum so quick.

"Fuck, fuck, [Name], I'm gonna cum," he whispered in a strangled voice.

You giggled once he finally burst onto your mouth and all over your chest. He pulled away from you, pumping his cock and spraying his cum all over your tits, rubbing his tip to your nipple. He saw you running a finger through some of his load on your breast before sticking it into your mouth, looking up at him with a flushed face.

"I hope that was enough," you told him with a grin, letting go of your finger with a pop while Kim Rok Soo wiped your chest with a towel. He wiped some of the cum that was on your chin and jaw and spoke, "It's more than enough, though I feel bad not making you cum."

You tilt your head, wrapping your arms around his neck so you could pull him down and give him a quick peck. "It's alright. Now help me clean up because we need to warm up our dinner. It's gone cold, I bet."

Kim Rok Soo laughed. "Alright, alright."

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

(this is a sequel to 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, I recommend reading that first although it’s not 100% necessary... it would make this make a lot more sense though)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : it was just a matter of time before he upped the ante, all four of you knew that, but taking you all on a vacation specifically for this was a bit over-the-top.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.9k (hoo boy)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex + a scene that’s just zemo/reader, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, brief oral f receiving, a touch of dubcon/cnc but it’s very subtle and the reader is 100% consenting), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink (with zemo), ‘daddy’ kink (with sam), orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, creampie, praise with light degradation, possessiveness (but also sharing, lol), exhibitionism/voyeurism, choking, brief anal mention, once again technically cuckolding but not in the typical sense, slight corruption kink?, too many robes, latin sokovian (or as I like to call it, serbukromanian), also assume that whenever the reader and zemo are alone they are speaking sokovian even though I write the convos in english for the sake of simplicity

thank you for being my beta @nsfwsebbie​ !!

                   When your Baron told you he wanted to take you on a vacation, you immediately assumed it would be to the mountains or some European city full of history and culture.  Instead, you were a bit surprised to hear he was interested in a beach resort, a private villa he had purchased in French Polynesia.

And then you found out he wanted to bring Sam and Bucky along too… and you were simultaneously more and less surprised.  More, because who brings tentative coworkers one barely gets along with on a romantic vacation?  Less, because of course he would do this.  Of course he had plans to dress you up in the tiniest bikinis he could find and show you off to the men who had already become pawns in his perverted game of social chess.

Not that you minded; you were the Queen of the board and it didn’t bother you if it was what the King wanted.

~

You spent the first night in the villa alone with him, which you appreciated.  It had been a while since you two had some real quality time together, and you were craving him more than ever, in every way.

After a beautiful day spent swimming in the crystal blue ocean and enjoying the sights your new temporary home had to offer, you took a shower and tried not to get too excited about how you might be spending the evening with him.  But, of course, you were only a few minutes into washing the saltwater off your body when you began to imagine his tongue on you, god that man could use his tongue to destroy you any way he wanted: with his words, with his kisses, or perhaps best of all with it tasting every inch of your cunt.  It was amazing how he could get on his knees for you and still have all the power.  He liked to make you keep eye contact with him while he did it, make you beg him to let you come, whatever it took to remind you that you were thoroughly and properly owned.

And you loved every second of it, you loved being helpless to him.  He made you feel so safe that being vulnerable with him by now felt like no risk at all.  You could remember early on when your fears and insecurities made you more hesitant to submit to him, and it was only with gentle patience that he coaxed you into it, never pressure or anger.  You weren’t a virgin when you met him but, sometimes it felt like you might as well have been since you were so inexperienced and undersexed then.  In fact, he was the first man, the first person other than yourself to make you come… and he made you come more ways than you had known possible.

Okay, so maybe the plan to not get your hopes up wasn’t going so well… you were already struggling to keep your hands from between your legs. Frankly, you would’ve already done it if you didn’t know that touching yourself was against the rules.

You’d gotten so used to taking care of yourself while he was in prison, at which point he obviously suspended that rule, and it was a hard habit to break at times.

You emerged from the bathroom in the fluffy robe you found on the door, smiling when you saw him lounging on the bed in a matching one, reading Анна Каренина (known by the West as Anna Karenina).  He looked contemplative, as always, and you always thought he looked especially sexy in his reading glasses.  You slipped into the bed beside him, resting your head on his chest as he found a position where he could read comfortably with his arm around your shoulders.

“You must’ve already read that book a thousand times, Helmut,” you sighed.

“And it gets better every time,” he mumbled back, turning the page.

You pouted slightly, nuzzling into his shoulder, and he chuckled.  “Is my little lutka in need of some attention?”

You nodded, and he kissed the top of your head softly.  

“Why don’t you keep me warm while I finish this chapter, hm?” he offered, and you involuntarily clenched your thighs together at his words.  He phrased it like a question, but it felt more like a gentle demand, and you were happy to agree either way.

“Yes, sir,” you hummed as you sat up and straddled his legs, undoing your robe and opening his to wrap your hand around his half-hard cock.

He reached his full potential with only a few slow strokes, and you found yourself absent-mindedly licking your lips as you saw the way your fingers just barely met with your thumb and imagined how your body would be pushed to its limits to take him.  Good thing you were already dripping wet even though you’d just been in the shower.

You indulged in rubbing your pussy over his shaft for a moment, enough to coat him in your wetness, before you lined up his tip to your entrance and sunk down onto him with a sigh, feeling like you could never tire of being stretched open by his thick cock.  

When your hips met his, and the tip of his cock brushed against the deepest parts of you, you had to bite your lip to suppress a whimper.  After so long apart, you were still readjusting to taking him and being on top didn’t make it much easier.

Honestly, you really weren’t trying to move; you just found your hips rocking slightly, seemingly of their own accord.  You moaned under your breath as your clit rubbed against his body, but you were pulled from your trance with a whine as he slapped your thigh.

“No moving, draga, I think I made myself clear,” he reminded you sternly.

“Yes, sir,” you breathed.

You were pretty sure that at some point, you were a patient person. But you couldn’t imagine that now, not when all you could think about was how amazing it would be to just ride him right there, memories running through your mind and making your inner walls ripple unintentionally.  He either couldn’t feel it or didn’t care, stoically continuing to read even as you were struggling to stay still.

Your plan was to be good for a while and then hope that you could convince him later… but you know what they say about best-laid plans, so you ended up cutting straight to the convincing pretty fast.

“Can I move yet, sir?”

“It’s hardly been a minute,” he frowned.

“Please,” you sighed, just barely moving your hips without even meaning to.

“Not yet,” he asserted, sounding a bit annoyed, but you needed this more than anything.

"Please let me move, please; I just wanna ride you so bad,” you begged.

He sighed, clearly irritated, and just when you thought you’d made a grave error, he finally put his book aside and looked up at you with a grin.  "If I had known you would be so whiny, I would have had you keep me warm with your mouth.”

You opened your mouth to respond but let out only whimpery moans when he ran his hands up your body, toying briefly with your nipples before wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you down into a rough kiss.  Moaning into it, you couldn’t hold back any longer and started to rock your body atop his, savoring that perfect drag of his length along your walls that you’d missed so much.

Before you got a chance to really set your pace, he grabbed you tight and rolled the both of you over, pinning you under his weight as he fucked you in that way that was somehow rough and slow at the same time, moving his kiss to your neck and holding you down by your wrists.

“Fuck, th-thank you, sir,” you sighed, your cheeks warming when he chuckled against your skin.

“You really are too sweet, draga,” he whispered.

Your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs did the same to his hips, keeping him deep inside you while his lips and tongue teased your collarbones, his fingers interlacing with yours.

He spent the entire night somewhere between making love to you and fucking you within an inch of your life, making you come more times than you could count, only taking breaks from fucking you to eat you out like a starving man (and one time for a quick drink sometime around 3 a.m.).  It was no wonder, then, that you passed out just a few moments after he finally came inside you, sleeping soundly in his arms until well into the morning, nearly noon in fact, when the sun was streaming in through the massive window.

After a relaxed breakfast of champagne and fruit (the native pamplemousse was unlike anything you’d ever eaten before), Helmut encouraged you to shower again and meet him at the pool, which was a bit surprising since he normally liked to have you keep his come in you as long as possible.  “Our guests should be here this afternoon,” was his only explanation, and you had a few ideas about what that meant, all of which made your gut sink in an oddly pleasurable way as you were filled with anticipation.

“Wear that bathing suit I bought for you, the new one,” he added finally as he stepped out onto the back patio.

~

It might seem silly to have a pool on a property right by the beach, but on days like today, where the ocean water was just a bit too chilly, you were thankful to have the heated pool to take a dip in.  Honestly, you were a little surprised that Helmut didn’t make you swim in the ocean to see your nipples get hard through the tight black bikini, but then again, they were already getting there just from sharing a pool chair with him.

He was lying against the cushioned chair; your body sat between his spread legs as the back of your head rested on his chest.  And, this is entirely unrelated, but you really liked how he looked in the round sunglasses he had on.

You hummed contentedly as you reached up behind you to touch him, rubbing his shoulders and pecs.  You wiggled a bit, slowly, and imagined how it would feel if he got hard right against the small of your back.

"Mm, what's gotten into you, lutka?" he purred, rubbing your arms.

You rolled your eyes playfully.  "You know the effect you have on me, don't act surprised."

Just before anything exciting could happen, Sam and James entered through the fence, apparently already having changed into their swimsuits; you wished you had thought to wear sunglasses so they couldn’t catch you ogling their muscular bodies, but instead, you just tried to keep your cool as you waved hello.

“Welcome!” Helmut called out, both of you getting up to greet them properly.  “I hope your flight was alright…?”

“Yeah, it was great,” Sam nodded, “thanks.”

“You really own this whole place?” James added, glancing around.

“Yes, would you like to have a swim?  I hear it should be warm enough tomorrow for the ocean, but until then…” Helmut trailed off.

Sam went right ahead, diving in and smiling wide when he popped back up.  That man had such an infectious smile, you thought he should charge people to see it or something because you felt spoiled seeing it for free.

James jumped in behind him but seemed a little surprised when he returned to the surface to see you back in your chair with Helmut.  “Care to join us?” he asked you.

“Um, no, I already swam a bit this morning,” you remembered, suddenly shy, “I think I’ll stay by the pool a while longer.”

“Aw, I was looking forward to getting to know you better,” he pouted, and everyone else raised an eyebrow at that statement.  “Um, verbally, I mean,” he added, cheeks flushing slightly.

“What would you want to know?” you asked, sighing as you relaxed against Helmut’s chest.

“Well, what’s your story?” he shrugged, swimming up the edge of the pool to hang his arms over the edge.

“I… suppose it’s a rather short story,” you realized, “I was born in Sokovia, but my parents were immigrants.  I was a bit of an ugly duckling as a child, I think.”

“You look like quite the swan now,” James winked, and you hoped Helmut wouldn’t notice how much that affected you.  

“Oh, thank you,” you mumbled.

“Which reminds me, that’s a cute bikini you have on,” he complimented.

“Do you like it?” you hummed coyly.  “Helmut picked it out.”

“Why don’t you give them a better look, darling?” Helmut prompted, and Sam swam up to hang over the edge too as you stood up and fought the urge to cover yourself with your arms.  The Baron motioned his finger in a circle, silently instructing you to twirl so they could see the back, and you did though you felt a bit self-conscious about it.  Finally, once you were sure they’d had an eyeful, he let you sit back down in his lap.

“Cute, isn’t it?” he cooed as his fingers travelled slowly up your sides.  “It’s Chanel.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Sam dismissed, unlatching himself from the edge of the pool and falling into a backstroke.  “This is weird.  I just wanna swim.”

“You didn’t think this was seriously a free vacation, no strings attached, did you?” James shot back, getting up out of the pool and shaking some of the water off of himself before sitting down in the chair beside you two and letting his eyes wander over you.  “So, Chanel, huh?” he prompted, and you nodded.

“Helmut says I should only wear the nicest things,” you explained, sitting up slightly.

“Why does it matter?  You’d look beautiful in anything,” James cooed, and you felt a little dirty for how much you liked his attention.  Good thing you liked feeling dirty.

“And a rare wagyu steak would taste just as good served any way, but you wouldn’t put it on a paper plate, now would you?” Helmut countered.  “Well, maybe you would…”

James rolled his eyes but brushed off Helmut’s insult, returning his attention to you.  “I guess I’m just… hungry enough that it doesn’t make much of a difference.”

You reached up to trace your fingertip over the silver chain dangling off of his neck, biting your lip as you hooked your finger around it and pulled him closer.  “Are you hungry enough that you don’t mind that it’s another man’s meal?”

His blue eyes went wide for a moment before glancing down to your lips and back up to your unwavering gaze, your brow raised as if a challenge while his furrowed as if he were considering accepting it.

“If he’s willing to share…” James whispered back.

“Then kiss me,” you requested softly, pulling him closer by his dog tags one more time until your lips met.

The way James kissed you was… difficult to describe.  Gentle, but with this edge of intensity— like he was restraining himself, like there was so much more passion teeming beneath the surface.  You wanted to bring that out if you could; you wanted to see how far you could push him until he lost it.

As James carefully ventured his tongue into your mouth, only to pull back and nip your bottom lip with his teeth, Helmut kissed you too— on the back of your neck, that spot that always made you wet and desperate right away.  You moaned, and you couldn’t be sure exactly who it was for, but James sure decided to respond to it either way, tilting his head more to let his kiss explore you deeper.

Helmut’s teeth dug into your shoulder right as James nipped at your bottom lip like they had somehow explicitly coordinated to make you desperate; your right hand reached up to weave into James’ hair, your left squeezing Helmut’s wrist at your side.

The kiss ended just a moment too soon, and there was a delay before you blinked your eyes open to look back at James, who seemed quite proud of himself.

“Touch me,” you pleaded in a whimper.

“Where?” he asked, somewhat innocently.

“Y-you know where…” you mumbled.  

He grinned wide, all trance of innocence gone.  “I know, but I want you to say it.”

“My cunt,” you whispered, and he snarled just a bit at the word.  “Please?”

“Of course, which one do you want?” James prompted with a grin, showing you his hands as your eyes instantly gravitated to the metal one.

“I think you know which I’m going to choose,” you mumbled shyly, and he smirked as he reached forward with the vibranium arm to brush his fingertips over your stomach, moving down to the top hemline of your bikini bottom.

You just barely gasped when the metal digits swiped over your clit and began to rub gentle circles, almost too slow as if he wanted to tease you… which, of course, he did.

"Do you like the way he touches you, draga?" Helmut whispered.  His voice in your ear was like honey on your tongue, like honey everywhere.

"Yes, sir," you nodded, looking down at James' hand buried into your bikini.

"Hey, tell me you like it, too," James protested, "I'm the one doing it after all."

"I like it, James," you repeated, looking up at him.  "I… don't have a title for you.  Should I call you something when you touch me like this?"

"You can just call me Bucky from now on, okay?  I think we're well past close enough now for that."

"Okay, Bucky," you sighed, watching the way his jaw clenched when you called him by name, "please put your fingers inside me."

"Both?"

"Yes, please," you breathed.

"But my fingers are thick, they're hard metal, and you're so small and delicate…"

"I want them to stretch me out, just please—"

A loud moan of shock jumped out of your mouth when he pushed the fingers in all at once, and though it reawakened some of the soreness from when Helmut had fucked you the night before, it felt wonderful enough to make your back arch up from the strong body behind you, his erection now digging into your hip.

It was certainly loud enough to get Sam's attention, who suddenly appeared beside the chair while he towelled off his chiselled chest.

"Damn, what are y'all doing to her over here?" he wondered aloud as if he were concerned for your health.

"Just playing with Zemo's little doll," Bucky answered.  "She's really fucking tight, can barely fit two fingers."

"Wait, move over, let me see," Sam insisted, making Bucky pull his fingers out and Helmut holding you more firmly as Sam slipped his hand into your bikini as well, poking his fingers at your entrance before pushing them in.

His fingers were even thicker and longer than Bucky's, just by a slight margin yet enough to make you mewl and arch your back as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck, yeah, you were right," Sam breathed, and you felt more hands running over your body but you couldn't even tell anymore whose they were; you knew one that reached to pull up your bikini top and expose your breasts was Helmut's, because only he would be so bold, but the fingers teasing your nipples, the rough palm running up your legs… they could've belonged to anyone, and that realization made your clit throb.

"Okay, okay, that's enough. I was here first," Bucky mumbled as you felt Sam's fingers slip out and the metal ones push back in— not to mention the thumb reaching up to circle your clit slowly.

He wasn't just exploring you this time; you could tell he had a mission.  The way he instantly curled into your spot, the way he moved quickly yet deliberately, all made your thighs begin to quiver.

Helmut kissed your ear, gently tilting your head to access your neck better where he began to suck hard enough to leave a mark, mumbling something in Sokovian about how good you were being for him and his guests.

You loved being good, and the praise made your hips lift a little so you could rock yourself onto Bucky's fingers; the three men chuckled proudly.

"Feels that good?" Bucky pressed, and you nodded quickly.

He fingered you even faster, harder, and you cried out.

"Ohhh fuck, Bucky!" you gasped.  "Bucky, I'm gonna come!"

"Oh no, you're not," Helmut groaned, giving you a quick spank on the inner thigh as you whined and jolted.  "James, take your fingers out."

"Do I have to?"

"You do if you want a chance to fill her with more than just your fingers…"

That worked right away, Bucky pulling back as you pouted at being empty again.

“Let’s take her inside, and we can continue this there,” Helmut suggested, and Bucky lifted you up into his arms as the Baron led the group back to the master suite.

The convenient thing about bathing suits is that it takes so little time to get naked, which is why the second the patio door was shut, Bucky and Sam were stripping as their hard cocks bobbed up against their stomachs.  As if that weren’t overwhelming enough, Helmut stepped away for a moment (which left you feeling more alone than usual) just as the men began to help you strip; Sam untied the back of your bikini while Bucky knelt and pulled down the bottoms, leaving you feeling exposed as you were totally bare before them.  Bucky smiled up at you and kissed along your thighs while Sam grabbed a handful of your ass and growled a bit under his breath.

When you looked over at Helmut, you saw he had actually dressed in his robe rather than stripping, nearly making you whine with disappointment.  But you couldn’t focus on that long as hands moved all over your skin, both of them still just slightly wet from the pool, and you shivered for both of those reasons.

You gasped when Bucky suddenly licked a thick stripe right over your folds, and if it weren’t for Sam’s arms holding you up, you might not have been able to stay standing.

Looking down at where Bucky was devouring you, he looked back up at you with a lot less dominating intensity in his eyes than you were used to seeing.  Not that you minded; after all, no one could do what Helmut did as well as he could, but maybe Bucky could do something different, and it would be just as enjoyable.  His tongue lapping at your clit was certainly wonderful so far.

Sam guided one of your hands back behind you to stroke his cock, your mouth falling slack, which he took advantage of by turning your face and capturing you in an open-mouthed kiss.  You heard your moans stifle against his tongue, felt his cock flex a bit as you smeared the precum you found at his tip.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Helmut interrupted, and everyone turned to look at him.  “Darling, come here,” he instructed with a curled finger that pointed to the bed, “hands and knees.”

You nodded and pushed the other men away, taking your place on the bed and looking up at him as he held your jaw gently.

"How long has it been since you had another man inside you, lutka?" he asked lowly.

"I can't even remember,” you admitted, “it's been so long…"

“Are you willing to try it?” he asked gently, no hint of domination or pressure in his tone, and you found yourself searching his eyes for the right answer.

“What do you want?” you asked him instead of answering.

“Draga, I’m asking what you want,” he reminded you, but you were afraid he would be hurt if you showed interest in the other men.  Sure, previous evidence indicated that wasn’t an issue for him, but your gut instinct was to deny your attraction.  So, you compromised. 

“All I want is you,” you answered first, “but…”

“But?”

“But is it awful if… if I want them to fuck me, too?”

He smiled, kissing your forehead.  “No, I don’t think so.  Only as awful as it is that I want to watch them fuck you.”

You looked up at him and smiled back, brimming with gratitude that he was so gentle with you.  It was fascinating how he wielded complete control over you and yet never used it against you.

“I have one rule, draga,” he added firmly, “you cannot come for them.  You only come for me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And stay on your hands and knees, so I can always get a good look at you, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

He kissed you one more time before pulling away and sitting back in the chair in the corner with his ankle over his knee, looking at Sam and Bucky expectantly.  Every chair he sat in seemed to look like a throne as soon as he was in it.

“Well, get on with it, then,” he instructed, motioning to you.  The men looked at you and looked at each other before some kind of silent agreement took place and Bucky stepped up first.  Sam sat down to watch you as you felt Bucky stand near the bed behind you, flesh and metal fingers running over your back until you shivered.

Then he pressed his cock against you, coating himself in your wetness, and that made you shiver, too.

You braced yourself as he lined himself up, whimpering slightly as he pushed his cock into you as well as hearing him moan lowly.  The hand at your waist tightened as he hissed in a breath through his teeth.

"Fuck," he breathed, holding you still so he could fill you completely.  “S’tight…” he slurred.

“How does it feel for you?” Helmut asked you, raising an eyebrow as he examined your expression, your mouth fallen slack, yet your brow furrowed.

“It feels… different,” you stammered your answer.  You gasped loudly as Bucky started to move, and yes, this was very different.  His cock was curved differently and though it didn’t exactly reach any new parts of you (you were sure Helmut had already touched every part of you physically accessible), it did stroke them in new ways.  

He gained speed rather quickly, clearly too on edge himself to stay patient, and you didn’t blame him although it sent you moving faster toward the edge than you would’ve liked.  At first you wondered if it would even be a challenge to keep from coming like Helmut had demanded… you chided yourself internally for ever being so hubristic.

His legs pushed yours apart, spreading them wider, and he began to really fuck you in earnest, fast and needy and each slam of his hips against your ass harder than ever.  “O-oh fuck,” you choked, forcing your eyes shut and scrunching up your nose for a second when he slammed the tip of his cock right into the deepest spots inside you.  This position left you with nowhere to go, put your whole body on display for him along with giving you no escape from his onslaught of pleasure.  Worst of all was that you were pretty sure he wasn’t even trying that hard to make you feel good, and yet feeling used like that only turned you on more.

"Bucky, please, slow down," you whimpered.

"Absolutely do not do that," Helmut interjected sternly.  "Don't let her tell you what to do."

And, possibly just to spite you, he actually fucked you faster.  You sobbed and bit down on your lip, fighting everything building up inside you.

“You’d better not come,” Helmut warned through his teeth, “you’d better not fucking come.  You know how bad it would be for you if you came for another man.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you nodded.

But Bucky was slamming right into your spot, and he knew it, too. He knew how desperate you were becoming, and apparently, he didn’t mind at all that you’d be punished for it.  He leaned down to growl against your ear, “I know how close you are.  Don’t you think it’d feel so good to just let go and come on my cock?”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as the force it took to hold back your orgasm became painful.  “No, it would only feel good to come for Helmut…”

“C’mon baby, just stop fighting it and come for me,” Bucky taunted, “squeeze me tight with that sweet little pussy; I know you need to so bad.”

He wasn’t wrong, but you blinked with teary eyes up at Helmut and wanted nothing more than to please him and make him proud of you.  “Please, m-make him stop,” you begged, “I won’t be able to hold back anymore…”

“He’s not going to stop until he comes, lutka, and you need to stay strong,” he explained, his voice soothing you slightly.  “You need to be my good girl.  Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

Bucky held your hips tight as he pulled your body back onto his cock, and you forced your eyes shut to try to focus on not coming.  No other man had made you come in your life but Helmut, and you had no intentions of breaking that streak.

“Think you can make me come before I make you come?” Bucky challenged.

“I have to,” you answered breathlessly.  “And I want you to come… I wanna make you come so bad, Bucky, please…”

“Mhmm?” he encouraged.

“Please, I want it, please come for me,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, I will,” he promised darkly, fucking you even harder.

Helmut interjected a brief instruction: “Pull out.” 

Bucky nodded a little, breathing heavily as you felt his cock throb slightly, especially at the base where each movement stretched you out even more.  It was so beautifully erotic and you were tensing every muscle inside you to try not to come, which helped speed him up quite a bit since you were gripping him so tight.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunted, “fuck!” 

He pulled out and instantly painted your back with a roar, sliding his cock over your ass as he pumped stream after stream of come onto you.  You sighed happily, satisfied that you had managed to stave off orgasm with perhaps only a few seconds to spare— you’d never been so happy to make someone come before because this time it brought relief that you had done well for your Baron.

Then again, you always felt that way when you made the man himself come, but this was different because you had been moments away from failing him.

Speaking of the Baron, he stared down at you proudly the whole time, kneeling down slightly to swipe his finger through the cooling spend on your back and bring it to your open lips.  “Mm, you really are my perfect little girl,” he mumbled as you sucked his finger diligently.  But he turned his attention away from you to call out across the room, “Sam!  It’s your turn.”

Your eyes went wide.  “W-wait, Helmut, I’ll come!”

“No, you won’t,” he hissed, eyes darkening again, “because I told you not to.”

And Sam was already behind you, taking Bucky’s place who had already cleaned himself up a bit and returned to his seat, letting the Baron pour him a drink which he gulped down in one go.

When Sam pushed into the end of you, your natural instinct was to arch your back up to try to keep him from going too deep, but he growled and pushed your back down again with a strong hand that made you feel so small for a moment.  “No, baby, no running away… you’re gonna take it all.”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathed, yelping a little when he roughly shoved in that last inch.

From then on, he went much harder on you than Bucky had, spanking you and gripping your ass while he fucked you, and the most embarrassing part was how much harder it made it to keep from coming.  It was clear that he realized making you come would give him power over everyone else in the room for different reasons, and he was determined to gain that power.

“Does he fuck you this good, huh?” he groaned.  

“He fucks me better,” you shot back right away, making Helmut chuckle slightly.

“If your plan is to make her switch allegiances, you’ll have to do better than that,” Helmut taunted, and Sam doubled his efforts as one hand pinched your clit and the other groped your breast.  You almost lost it right there but managed to pull yourself together, your whole body shaking with the effort to keep the pleasure at bay.

“Well, if he can fuck you better then why doesn’t he?” Sam continued his leading questions, even though you could barely keep up a conversation at this point.  “Why does he keep pimping you out to us if he’s fucking you right all on his own?”

“Don’t you understand?” you breathed, your head falling down onto the bed as you were almost able to look back enough to see his face.  “This is my punishment.  He knows I don’t want anyone else; that’s why you’re here.”

Sam smiled, perhaps in pity, and yet you honestly had to close your eyes because his smile was so lovely that it could’ve brought an end to your restraint.  “Poor thing, he’s really got you whipped.  I… still can’t believe I’m doing this, but you feel too good to stop now.”

He yanked your head back by your hair for emphasis, making you yelp as he fucked you brutally.  Your toes curled and your fingers dug into the sheets, and you had to close your eyes because the way Helmut was staring at you made this all much too difficult.  Maybe it was just that he didn’t seem jealous at all, or angry; but he didn’t seem like he was getting any excess pleasure out of this, either.  It was… almost neutral, but something burned behind his eyes brighter than maybe you’d ever seen it, his legs crossed and his fingers interlaced as he waited for you to either hold or break.

With the top half of your body fallen limply onto the bed, you reached out above your head and felt Helmut’s hand grab yours, squeezing slightly, and it helped keep you grounded as you held his fingers.

“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Sam groaned out his warning, “gonna cover this pretty ass in my come, you want that?”

“Yes, please,” you shuddered. 

“Keep begging for it,” he demanded, rushing his words as you felt his cock start to throb against your walls with his impending orgasm.  

“Please come, please come, please come on me, Sam, please,” you chanted, over and over, struggling not to come and hoping that if you could speed him up, then you could make it.

He grunted through his teeth as hot ropes of seed covered your ass; though your body was left wanting, dangling on the edge so close to your release, your mind was satisfied that you had managed to follow your Baron’s rules.

Sam stepped back to admire his work, finding another spare robe to cover himself with as he rejoined the other men across the room.

“Would you like a drink as well?” Helmut offered to Sam, unfortunately letting go of your hand in the process.  Sam was still catching his breath, running his hands over his short hair as if he was processing everything.

“No, but are those cigars up for grabs?” Sam replied, pointing to the ornate box propped open, and Helmut nodded.

“Of course; what’s mine is yours,” he answered, presenting the box and lighter to him.

“Yeah, you can say that again,” Sam added flatly, the three of them all looking at where you were sitting, covered in come and waiting patiently for your next command.

Just as you feared they’d all have their cigars and whiskey and ignore you completely, your Baron knelt down to look at you face-to-face, smiling proudly.

“You did so good for me, darling,” he cooed, and your insides clenched as if you could come just from hearing that.  “You don't think I'm horribly cruel, do you?"

"No, sir," you smiled weakly.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised with a kiss to the tip of your nose as he stepped away to the master bathroom.  

You glanced at the other men— Bucky with his crystal glass of whiskey, Sam puffing at the cigar stoically— and wondered what, if anything, you could possibly say.

“So, how’s your weekend been so far?” Sam asked you plainly, breaking the silence.

“It’s only Friday night,” you realized, sighing as you tried not to imagine how much debauchery the Baron had in store for you.  Right now you were so exhausted that it sounded like too much work; and you were so desperate only for Helmut that the idea of anybody else being involved intimidated you.

Helmut returned quickly with a washcloth, sitting beside you on the bed and placing it gently on your back.

“As pretty as you look covered in come, I’d rather not make too much of a mess,” Helmut explained as he wiped you down with the damp cloth, your skin tingling and your body crying out for more of his touch.

“Will you fuck me, sir?” you mumbled, somewhere between an honest question and a desperate plea.

“Yes, I will,” he answered, making you hum happily, “and I’m finally going to let you come.”

You bit down on your lip, trying not to moan just from hearing that.

“But I’m not going to let you stop.”

The lump in your throat was impossible to swallow, but you tried anyway as he tossed the rag away and circled the bed, standing behind where you were laying limply.  He grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down to where he needed you, covering your body with his as he kissed the back of your neck slowly.

“I bet you’ll come the moment I’m inside you, draga,” he whispered.  You nodded in agreement, gasping a bit as you felt his cock teasing your swollen, sore pussy.  Just the tip bumping into your clit was enough to make you think you could come right there, you’d been on the edge so long.

But then he pushed into you in one stroke, not rough yet enough to reignite the soreness of being filled by two men already, and your walls started to pulse around him.  A million words swirled in your mind, words about how perfect he felt and how you’d missed him so much and how no one could fuck you like he could, but none of them made it to your mouth where you could only moan loudly.

He wrapped his arms around you, he kissed everywhere he could reach, and waves of pleasure washed over you until tears filled your eyes.  You lost count immediately, coming on his cock over and over as you became a limp, whimpering mess right away.

“You two really did miss out,” Helmut taunted the other men between his own moans, “it feels so fucking amazing to be inside her when she comes.  She gets tighter every time… blyat, so tight I can hardly control myself.”

It was already hot to hear him speak to you like that in these moments, but for him to speak to someone else, to keep you from forgetting that you weren’t alone and that these men had just fucked you and were watching you come right now?  You hadn’t even imagined before what that would be like.

“Please, please, sir, please,” you chanted, your voice breaking until you could barely whisper.

“What is it that you want, lutka?  Do you even know what you’re begging for anymore?”

“I want whatever you want, sir, please,” you cried.  He reached around your body to rub your throbbing clit, and you all but screamed.

“I know you do, beautiful, I know,” he breathed, kissing your back and shoulder tenderly to calm you.  “I love you so much, draga, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love you too, Helmut,” you whispered, “more than anything.  I love being yours.”

“Aw,” you heard Bucky briefly sigh.

“Dude, shut up,” Sam corrected him harshly.

“It’s sweet!” Bucky defended.

“It’s weird; this is all so weird,” Sam frowned.

“You didn’t seem to mind before…” Bucky trailed off.

Two of Helmut’s fingers swiped over your open lips and you immediately sucked them into your mouth with a satisfied hum, the taste of his skin always comforting you.  When he rolled you onto your side, it was so much easier for him to touch you wherever he wanted and it only did more to keep you overwhelmed with pleasure until you worried you couldn’t take much more.  But you kept sucking his fingers, tears still falling which he occasionally kissed away, until he took his hand away to wrap around your neck instead.  You nodded a little to let him know it was okay to choke you, and your loud moans fell to sudden silence when he tightened his grip.  

It made your eyes roll back, it made your walls flutter and your toes start to go numb, it made you wonder if you were going to pass out whether or not he let you breathe again because your body was already ready to give in.

You sucked in a gasp when he let go, sobbing his name as a particularly deep thrust knocked you right into your peak again.  He kept one hand on your neck as the other reached between your legs to play with your abused pussy as he fucked it harder than ever.

“I can’t come anymore,” you assured, shaking your head and trying to push his hand away from your sore clit.  “I— I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, draga, I know you can. Just relax and let me keep making you feel good,” he instructed, somehow both gentle and demanding all at once.

“I… I can’t…” you breathed, nearly incomprehensible between thick sobs, but you were already coming again in spite of your words, shocks of pleasure electrifying your body from the inside out.  He choked you out into silence again, praising you all the way through it.

“There you go, shh, it’s all right,” he soothed, “you’re so beautiful, darling, so good for me, just keep going…”

You reached back to lace your fingers into his hair and tug, which did nothing to deter him from kissing your neck just beneath where his thumb gripped it, same as your hand wrapped tightly around his wrist didn’t stop him from quickly rubbing your clit.

Breath filled your lungs when he let go, and you were so desperate for relief that you felt like you weren’t even in control of your words anymore.

"Please come inside me," you begged mindlessly, "please, I need you so bad, please…"

“Is that what you need?” he groaned.  “You need to be full of my seed?”

“Yes, please, want it deep in me— fuck, Helmut, please!”

He growled and bit your ear lightly, mumbling his promise to fill you up in Sokovian— sometimes you thought he spoke Sokovian when he was about to come because he was so distracted that he forgot English, but you didn’t think that at the moment because you were currently too cockdrunk to think about anything.

His low moan echoed right through your body as you felt his cock flex and throb with each pump of come, just as deep as you’d wanted, and you sighed happily at the familiar feeling, finally relaxing into the mattress.

But perhaps you relaxed a little too soon because he made you come one more time after he’d filled you, whispering something about he wanted to use your pussy to milk every drop from his cock, but after that finally he pulled out, and you collapsed face-down onto the bed, ready to pass out even though the sun was only just beginning to set and you’d slept until noon earlier.

“Well, I think we sufficiently knocked her out,” Sam chuckled.

“‘We’?” Helmut repeated, sounding a bit offended yet bemused as he redressed.

“Okay fine, you did most of the heavy lifting, but only cause you wouldn’t let her come for us,” Sam relented with a frown.

“I swear, I was this close to getting her to break,” Bucky interjected, sighing before taking another slow sip of his (third) drink.

“Yeah, what would’ve happened if one of us made her come, anyway?” Sam wondered aloud.  “She seemed pretty worried about whatever punishment you had in store for her.”

“Nothing too terrible,” Helmut shrugged, “I just would’ve fucked her in the ass.”

Bucky choked on his whiskey as Sam tried and failed to suppress a smirk.

“She lets you do that?!” Bucky blurted out between fits of coughing.

“She lets me do whatever I want,” Helmut replied, “I’m surprised that hasn’t become abundantly clear to you by now.”

“I guess we’re still adjusting to it, that’s all,” Sam explained.  “I don’t know about you,” he looked at Bucky, “but this is new for me.”

“I was born in 1917; everything is new for me,” Bucky frowned.

“Well, this is new for us too,” Helmut assured, “especially her, she was so inexperienced when she met me…”

He paused for a moment to reminisce before glancing at you lying prone on the bed and looked totally fucked-out.

“But look at her now!” he finished.  “She takes it all in stride.”

“Yeah, she’s a trooper alright,” Sam agreed.  “Be careful with her, Zemo, ‘cause I think if you hurt her too bad, Bucky here is gonna be waiting in the wings to steal her.”

“I— what?!” Bucky snorted defensively.

“Don’t think we can’t see you giving her googly eyes, not that I blame you or anything… getting deepthroated for the first time will definitely make you catch feelings,” Sam smirked before taking a puff of the cigar again.

“It’s not like that, I’m just… listen, I guess I’m just a bit more conventional than you perverts,” he frowned.  “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, I just can’t imagine having a girl like that all to myself and letting anybody else lay a finger on her.”

“Not everyone is as insecure as you, James,” Helmut shrugged.  “Women can’t be stolen.  They can only go where they want to.  And she wants to be with me.”

He turned back to ask you if you agreed, but you were already fast asleep.  Smiling slightly, he grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and unfolded it to drape over you; you instinctively cuddled up under it without waking up, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Goodnight, draga,” he whispered with a kiss to your forehead.  “Rest well, you’ll need it for the morning.”

[bellatrixscurls]

“achy” ☁️ draco x reader x harry

warnings : smut, dom/sub, sub!reader, sub!harry, dom!draco, soft aftercare, praise kink.

summary : you feel needy so you make harry skip transfiguration, and draco finds out.

a/n : not me writing for drarry again bc i’m literally obsessed with this ship- chile 😳.

“but please, har! i really need you” you pouted at the bespectacled boy, staring up at him as your hands tugged at his scarlet and golden tie, “you’re so pretty. please, angel.”

harry only sighed, biting his lip at the sight of you. you needed him so much, and seeing you in that state made him want you too, more than anything, “okay” he agreed, feigning indifference but a smile crept onto his face as soon as strings of ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s left your mouth, along with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

you wasted no time in dragging him up the stairs to his dorm, knowing that draco wouldn’t be able to catch you there.

closing the door behind him, harry let you undress him. you began with his tie, that you’d been dying to get off him since that morning, then with his pants and briefs, and finally took off his shirt, leaving him bare in front of you. you smiled weakly at him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his chest, making him giggle at the action, “so fucking precious, ‘m love” you said as you got down on your knees, gripping his thighs for support as your lips lightly touched his red tip, causing him to shudder.

“so pretty” he whispered as he guided your head, your mouth taking all of him, making you gag at his impressive size, “f-fuck, y/n/n. taking all of me like such a good g-girl, fuck!” whined harry, pushing your head closer so you were forced to breathe through your nose, tears leaking out of your eyes at the roughness of his thrusts.

a few more thrusts along with your boyfriend’s praises and you couldn’t ignore your neediness, your hand immediately sliding down and playing with your clit. you hummed around his cock as he continued to fuck your mouth, and you heard harry chuckling from above you, “couldn’t take it anymore, could you, lovey ?” he questioned rhetorically, but you shook your head nevertheless, “stop that, angel.”

and although his tone was gentle, your hand immediately left your wet cunt, at the same time he cupped your face and eased himself out of your mouth, “lemme taste my sweet little girl” he said, earning a soft moan from you as you held two fingers up, close to his lips. harry’s tongue poked out as his mouth opened and he took your fingers between his upper lip and tongue, sucking and humming around them as his eyes closed.

the sight was pure sex. harry, with your fingers inside his mouth, tasting you and actually enjoying it. “d-daddy” you whispered, and harry’s eyes immediately snapped open, watching your glossy eyes and pouty lips, “wanna- wanna be fucked, please. wanna cum ‘round your cock, pretty please” and although a sub himself, harry couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying that — you calling him ‘daddy’, while begging for his cock.

“well, good girls get what they want, don’t they, sweetheart ?” he asked, brushing some strands of hair out of your face. “m-i’m a good girl ?” you asked hopefully, watching as he nodded, satisfied at how submissive you were for him, and only him, “a good girl that’s gonna receive exactly what she wants, hm ?”

so you didn’t even try to control yourself anymore, and got on your back on the floor, pulling harry on top of you as you kissed him passionately, running your hands up and down his chest. chuckling, he pulled away for a second, “easy- easy, my love” he pressed his forehead against yours, slowly pushing his cock inside of you, pulling breathless moans and whines from you as he couldn’t control the endless groans escaping his parted lips.

“just l-like that- so good! so fucking good.”

***

an hour later, after cumming three times each, you were finally done. laying on the floor, sweaty bodies pressed against each other as you tried to catch your breaths. “should we t-take a bath now ? use some lotion for s-sore muscles ?” you asked, remembering the usual things draco’d do after sex.

harry was aware about those things, but being a sub himself, he couldn’t do it properly so he just said “i- i think we should go to dinner first, you know- so draco won’t be suspicious” he offered and you agreed, feeling hungry yourself.

you put on one of harry’s tshirts and your shorts, while harry dressed himself as well, and you headed to the great hall. while walking, your legs were visibly trembling, and harry seemed tense and uncomfortable as well, but you just brushed it off and continues walking.

once there, you made your way to the slytherin table, where you and harry sat on either of draco’s sides. but then again, sitting down wasn’t comfortable either — your pussy was aching and you swore that you could hear harry hiss as well.

frowning, draco glanced at you, then at harry and back at you, eventually opening his mouth, “didn’t see you in transfiguration” he spoke matter of factly, turning back to his food as he waited for an answer.

“i-i forgot to do my essay a-and you know how minnie gets” you told him quietly, your cheeks burning in embarrassment at what happened just a few minutes before.

draco hummed, not really impressed as he turned his gaze to his boyfriend, “and you ?”

looking down shyly, harry stuttered, “i was h-helping her.”

“right, so who’s idea was it ?”

“what idea ?”

“skipping class to fuck. without me ? d’you think i’m stupid, potter ?”

“we didn’t-”

“oh yeah ? explain this, then” draco said arrogantly, sliding one of his hands inside your underwear and slapping your clit lightly as you cried out in pain, half of the table turning to look at you, but they instantly looked away when draco glared at them.

deep in thought, draco removed his hand from your underwear and brought it up to nose, inhaling the scent with closed eyes. inhaling deeply, his eyes snapped open and he groaned, gripping both yours and harry’s wrists and practically dragged you up to his dorm.

***

“did you apply lotion ? take a warm bath ? wash your hair ?” draco yelled at both you and harry, as the only thing you could do was shake your heads, waiting for the punishment he had in store for you, sooner or later.

groaning in frustration, draco disappeared behind the door of his spacious bathroom — as he was a prefect. you shot harry a look as well as he did you, tears leaking out of your eyes as you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

“in here, now” his cold voice instructed and both of you obliged instantly, your legs quivering as you entered the bathroom, trying to stand straight in front of the blond, “my poor little babies...” he spoke softly as his hands went to cup one of your cheeks and one of harry’s, pulling you closer to his chest and holding you there.

you sobbed against his pale skin, the achiness increasing as well as your guiltiness, “m s-sorry, dray...didn’t wanna- i knew you w-wouldn’t skip class with us and- and harry looked so pretty...i’m so so sorry” by the time you were done speaking, your tears were dripping down your chin and all the way down draco’s shirt.

but instead of yelling or punishing you like you thought he would, draco shushed you, depositing harry and then you into the spacious bathtub.

“next time don’t do these things without permission, bubs...see ? it hurts now, doesn’t it ?” he cooed when you and harry winced as the hot water came into contact with your sore muscles and your overused bodies.

you nodded shyly as harry laid his head upon your chest, closing his eyes, “m sorry too...” he whispered, too shy to even look at any of you as he buried his face into your chest, “for being a bad boy, i mean...wanna be good f-” but harry couldn’t get the last words out of his mouth as his adorable little snores filled the room, causing both you and draco to giggle quietly.

“he’s probably gonna do this again, isn’t he ?” draco sighed, squeezing some shampoo on his palm and rubbing his palms together.

“if this is what we get, i’m most likely gonna do this again as well.”

“wh- hey!”

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[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

[purple-babygirl]

What about Bucky dealing with a Little that's very picky about food and nervous about trying new foods so Bucky does things like eating the new food first and then asks if the little would want some, and maybe something to do with the fact that the little eats the same few foods nearly everyday? You can ignore this if you want!!

Word count: 2,613

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, it's all fluff.

A/N: Hi! I loved this so much and I loved writing it and I really hope you like reading it just as much💜 Thank you for sharing this idea with me; it was awesome💜 Also, it might take me some time to get to your guys' asks, but I will never ignore you. Please enjoy xx💜💜 I know I said I was trying to write them shorter but they keep getting longer idk I like to make food so🤷

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chef daddy adventures

Bucky was a democratic daddy. He had rules and they were agreed upon and followed, but there were still certain things his girl got to choose to her own liking. Bucky would schedule a play date and she would decide what to wear. Bucky would say it's bath time and she'd point to the bath bomb she wanted to drop in the tub. Bucky would cook and she'd pick what she wanted to eat.

The thing was, though, that she picked almost the same things every single time. She ate the same things every week. And not only that, but there were stuff she would refuse to eat or even taste. Her doctor assured Bucky it wasn't something physical: no sensitive palate and no allergies. She was just a picky eater; always nervous about trying anything new.

This left Bucky with limited options both when he was cooking or ordering food. He wanted to make his girl comfortable, but that didn't mean he wanted her to miss out on all the benefits other foods offered because mushrooms were tasteless, seafood tasted ocean-rancid or the texture of cooked zucchinis was weird.

“Hey, bubba, what do you think we try something different today?” Bucky proposed after she picked fried chicken again when asked about what she wanted for dinner.

“Different?” She tilted her head, dropping her colouring pencil, letting Bucky carry her outside of the playroom.

“Mhm, maybe we could try a new recipe for chicken? You know daddy only makes you tasty stuff, right?” Bucky said as he sat her up on the kitchen counter.

“I don' know, dada..” she trailed off unsurely, the thought alone making her nervous.

“You're doubting daddy's cooking skills?” Bucky gasped, closing his eyes and clutching his heart.

“No, no, dada, no!” She assured him quickly, wrapping her limbs around him like a baby koala, arms and legs hugging his torso.

“You like daddy’s cooking then?” He asked her playfully.

“Yes, daddy, I like it a lot.”

“So you're gonna help daddy with our newest recipe?” Bucky opened one eye, smiling mischievously at the girl wrapped around him.

“Yes, daddy.” She meekly nodded in his chest.

“And you're gonna give it a try? Eat it with daddy?” He opened the other eye, his big hand rubbing her back.

“Yes, daddy,” she repeated, looking up at him.

“Such a good girl.” Bucky kissed her forehead and she smiled at the praise.

~

A few minutes later, Bucky had the needed ingredients on the spacious counter beside his girl: chicken breasts, shallot onions, a couple garlic cloves, cream, some shredded mozzarella and parmesan and mushrooms. Now, she did object to the addition of mushrooms to the dish, but Bucky convinced her it won't affect it because it had no taste. She couldn't argue against her own words.

Bucky could see the slight sadness on her face because she actually liked everything he put in that pan except for the sliced button mushrooms. But he needed her to give the fungi a chance.

“Bubba, you wanna sprinkle the cheese?” That should cheer her up.

~

“Baby doll, you wanna try some?” Bucky asked before scooping her a portion, though he knew what she was about to say.

“Only cream, no mushrooms, please, dada.” Exactly that.

“But, bubba- just give it a try.”

She stayed silent, her fingers pinching the tablecloth.

“For me?” Bucky pleaded with her gently.

“Dada..” she didn't want to say no but she didn't want to eat the mushrooms still.

“Here, look, daddy will try them first and I'll tell you if they don't taste good, okay? Promise,” Bucky said, scooping some cream and mushrooms on his spoon.

“Okay, daddy,” she agreed quietly, his promise making her feel less nervous. She trusted her Daddy's judgment.

“Bub, you're missing out,” Bucky told her as soon as he chewed his food, licking his spoon in emphasis, “those mushrooms are delicious.”

“They have a taste?” She asked with wide eyes, making Bucky smile big.

“Yup, taste like the cheesy cream sauce we made. You want one?” He picked one slice of mushroom, rubbing it in the white sauce.

She nodded, opening her mouth.

“Good girl.” Bucky slid the fork in her mouth, watching her face as she chewed.

“How does it taste, bub?”

“Like cream,” she confirmed with a smile.

“Wait till you try it with chicken in the same bite, hold on.” Bucky excitedly started preparing the next bite on her fork, internally sighing in relief that he was able to get her to try something new.

~

When he tried to do that again with zucchini though, Bucky miserably failed. The second she saw the tall vegetables through the plastic shopping bags, she asked Bucky if they could order pizza for dinner that night, not even giving him a chance to cook them for her. The same thing happened when he attempted to sneak shrimps into their linguine. She wasn't near as compliant as she was when they cooked the mushrooms. Maybe it was because mushrooms didn’t have a strong, distinct taste or texture for her to remember and complain about. Whatever the reason, she made one thing clear: she did not want her teeth anywhere near that green vegetable or that shellfish.

Bucky almost gave up on zucchinis and shrimps until one day when they were watching Ratatouille, a lamp lit above his head. He saw his girl mesmerized by the dish Remy made Ego so much that she constantly kept talking about it: how colorful it was, how she wished she could taste it and how she wondered what was in it. Bucky being Bucky, he knew the recipe. And he knew it essentially contained zucchinis. So the next day when grocery shopping, Bucky made sure to get all the ingredients needed to make one, delicious, authentic ratatouille for his girl.

Only problem was, she was a smart little one. She knew zucchinis when she saw them and she saw Bucky thin-slicing a few. So she refused to eat when dinner was on the table, asking if she could have noodles instead. It would be the fifth time that she'd wanted noodles for dinner that week. Bucky made her noodles anyway so she wouldn't feel left out on the dinner table, but he still had to convince her.

“Mmmm, it tastes so good, baby doll. I bet it's better than the one Remy made,” Bucky said, exaggeratingly savoring the bite he took.

“Remy is the best chef ever, dada,” she mumbled, fingers playing with the tablecloth.

“Exactly, so what does that tell ya?” His question made her gaze on the full pan in subtle contemplation.

“That daddy is a better chef?” She bit down.

“That's right. You want a taste, bub?” Bucky asked her softly.

“Dada, I don't like zucchinis,” she said in subtle frustration, her feet almost kicking air under the table. She wanted a taste, she just didn't want a taste of zucchini.

“Too bad; tastes delicious,” Bucky shrugged apologetically, watching her as he took another fork between his lips.

“Does it really taste good?” She wondered curiously, eyeing the tomato sauce-smeared plate.

He successfully had her attention.

“Mhm.”

“So good?”

“Yeah, so so good,” Bucky promised, “you wanna try?” He offered her the next loaded fork with a hopeful smile.

She stared at Bucky, hesitation clear in her eyes despite her mouth-watering at the sight and smell of the dish, the sweetness of basil filling the air.

“But just a li'l bite?” She negotiated, still trying to get out of having to eat zucchini.

“Just a little bite; see if you like it?” Bucky dropped the food back on the plate, getting her a smaller portion on the fork instead.

She nodded, “yes, please, dada.”

“Good girl. One little bite coming up. Open up, bub.” Bucky smiled, positioning the fork before her mouth.

She faintly pouted at the thought of zucchinis but opened up and let herself taste the food. The more she chewed the more her eyes widened, making Bucky chuckle.

Bucky didn't put any zucchini on the first fork, not wanting her to feel betrayed. He wanted her to warm up to the meal bit by bit, so he only gave her eggplant and tomato.

“You like it, baby doll?”

“Yes, dada. 'S delicious.” She nodded, tongue licking the side of her lips.

“Told ya.” Bucky grinned wider, reloading the fork for her.

“No, dada, that's too much zucchini,” she whined when she saw the bite he was preparing on the fork.

“Tell you what, did you like the sauce?” Bucky asked and she nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah? Okay, we'll dip it in lots of sauce, cover it up real good and you won't even know zucchini is there.” He promised, rolling the zucchini on the fork around in the bottom of the casserole pan.

“But I saw it.” She continued to whine.

“Trust me, bub, just like we did with the mushrooms, yeah? Open up.”

She obeyed and let Bucky feed her the sauced veggies and he was right, all she tasted was the amazing sauce and the slight crunch of the onions hid the weird texture of the zucchinis.

“Dada, wan' more please,” she requested with a sheepish smile after swallowing, her feet now swinging under the table.

Bucky was just staring at her, proud of himself that he got her to enjoy a food she would've continued to claim to hate minutes ago. He was more than happy to be the Remy to her Ego.

“Of course, baby doll.” He smiled wide, scooping another serving on the plate for her, “tell me I'm a better chef than Remy first,” Bucky teased, keeping the fork at a distance from her mouth.

“Dada's better.” She blushed, opening her mouth, making Bucky chuckle at her cuteness.

She was finally eating zucchinis and she was relishing them. That was amazing progress; Bucky just had to find a good movie for every food she refused to eat…

~

It was two weeks after Bucky made them ratatouille that he tried to sneak in another recipe containing something she didn't like to eat. Bucky had done his movie research.

And so on movie night, Bucky put on The Princess and The Frog for them to watch and made sure his baby had her eyes on the screen when Tiana's father was stirring the pot of gumbo.

“Oh, look how tasty that gumbo's looking, bubba.”

“It's a movie, dada. Real shrimps taste like-” She shook her head as her smart mouth ran.

“The ocean, yeah, I know, bub.” Bucky sighed, kissing her temple. The hardheadedness he'd encouraged on her before was coming back to bite him in the butt.

But Bucky wasn't a daddy to give up. He set up his ingredients the next day and invited his baby doll to the kitchen to assist. She was always happy when they were doing stuff together, and Bucky wanted her to see how everything was made so she knew what she was presented when it was time to eat.

Bucky did the dangerous stuff: peeled and deveined the shrimps, cut up the sausages and vegetables, minced the garlic, and simmered the sauce while she did the safer stuff like handing him the salt and pepper, tasting the warm broth a couple of times before Bucky dropped in the shrimps, and occasionally giggling when he would peck her nose or cheek.

“You wanna put in the last magic ingredient, baby doll?” Bucky suggested, pointing to the Tabasco sauce bottle.

“Yes, dada.” She nodded, happy that she gets to play Tiana's part.

She let Bucky open the bottle for her and hand it over, his hand on hers to make sure she didn't spill too much into the pot.

She was pleased to be cooking with her daddy, but she wasn't exactly as pleased about the thought that she might have to eat shrimps or something that tasted of it for dinner.

When they were seated, she didn't let Bucky scoop any shrimps for her. She only agreed to try the veggies and the sausages and maybe get a couple of warm broth spoons. But Bucky wasn't going to have it be like this.

“Oh my god! Who made these amazing shrimps that taste nothing like the ocean and everything like Tiana's gumbo; they are yummy!” Bucky announced loudly, making her giggle as she chewed her beef sausage slice. She was thankful the shrimps didn't ruin the whole dish for her.

“Baby doll, you've got to try this. It's too delicious!”

She shook her head stubbornly, trying not to gag as she watched Bucky bite into another shrimp.

“Bub, I promise it doesn't taste like the ocean.”

“I don't know, dada..” she replied, nervously picking at the tablecloth again.

Bucky frowned, disheartened, as his shoulders drooped. She didn't like that look on daddy. She wanted to make him smile.

“One bite?” She asked in her small voice, eyes becoming curious again.

“One bite.” Bucky cut her a small piece of the shrimp and carefully neared the fork to her mouth.

She pulled away before it touched her lips “but.. if I don't like it daddy eats the rest? Please?”

“Okay, baby doll, whatever you want.” He smiled in agreement.

She sniffed at the fork, surprised to find that it smelled of herbs instead of the ocean. She locked eyes with an expectant Bucky as she closed her lips around the fork. She pulled back and started chewing slowly, Bucky anxiously anticipating her wanting to spit the food out.

She chewed for a minute before swallowing and smiling. She actually smiled at the taste, “'S good, dada.”

“Really? You like it?” Bucky asked cheerfully and she nodded.

“Yeah, daddy didn’ lie to me. It doesn’t taste like the ocean.” She beamed gratefully.

“You want more?” He offered with a grin and she nodded harder.

“Yes, please, dada.”

Bucky was so contented with himself he could write it in the papers. His girl was eating stuff he cooked that she'd refused to eat from the hands of certified chefs before. And she is liking them! No spitting, no throwing up, no disgusted, grimacing facial expressions made. He was really succeeding!

~

“Dada? Thank you,” she whispered shyly to Bucky as she sat on the kitchen counter, watching him do the dishes.

“For what, baby doll?”

“For cookin' me all the delicious food in the world.”

Bucky turned the water off and dried his hands before walking to her and engulfing her in his arms, her face finding its hiding place in the crook of his neck, “you're welcome, bubba,” Bucky sighed, kissing her hair, “thank you for trying it.”

She pecked his jaw in reply. She was so precious and adorable and she didn’t even know it.

“And I also like it when daddy tastes the food for me first,” she added, pressing her nose further into his neck.

“Yeah? Why's that?” Bucky smiled at the thought of her feeling safe eating aft-

“'Cause then if it tastes bad daddy could eat it alone and I don't have to eat it.” She mumbled, making Bucky fake another gasp.

“An' because I trust daddy too,” she peeked at him, biting back a smile.

“Oh no, too late, young lady, my heart has already been broken.” Bucky shook his head dramatically, playfully trying to pull away from the hug.

“No, no, dada, I love you,” she giggled and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, not wanting him to stop holding her.

Bucky laughed, “I love you too, bub.” Bucky kissed her forehead, nose and cheek, “I'll taste every food first for you.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

[sodasback]

Bet

JJ Maybank x Reader

Reposting from my deleted account with minor edits.

Not my photo. All credit to original poster @pop-punk-maybank​ <3

"You wanna put some stakes on this, Maybank?" You asked, feeling especially cocky.

"You think you can beat me at beer pong?" JJ asked incredulously. You had to admit it was pretty arrogant of you to think you could beat JJ, aka beer pong king of OBX.

"Oh, I know I can babe." You doubled down. JJ smirked.

"Alright, what do I get when I win?" JJ asked confidently, putting his hands on the table and purposely flexing his muscles as he leaned forward.

"Whad'you want?"

JJ smiled. "After the game is over, you have to jump off the dock, into the marsh." You frowned. You were a little let down by the anti-climatic nature of his dare; it was unlike the blonde.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit." You quickly retorted, shaking your head, knowing that wasn't an option.

“Yeah, I know. You aren’t wearing a bra either.” JJ smiled devilishly. A chorus of “oohs” came from the group that was gradually gathering around. Your mouth dropped open a little.

You closed your mouth and glared at JJ for a second. “Bet.” You said and gasps of disbelief and giggles left the small crowd. Even JJ raised his eyebrows, a little surprised at your answer, but he regained his confident front quickly. “And if I win, you have to show me the video Pope took of you from last weekend.”

JJ immediately dropped his smirk. Pope and John B shared glances, obviously knowing what JJ says/does in the video. “Yeah, that’s not happening.” JJ said looking away.

“Only if you lose.” You reminded him and JJ looked up at you. “What? Is JJ Maybank scared to lose at beer pong to a chick?” You challenged.

Laughs and more “oohs” came from the small group of party-goers. 

JJ looked at you for a minute. “Fuck it. Fine. Let’s do it.”

The game got set up.

“Last chance to back out, Y/L/N. You ready?” 

“I’m always ready for your JJ.” You teased. He shook his head, knowing the tactic of trying to distract him with flirting all too well. You looked at each other in the eyes and took the first shot at the same time to see who would go first. Your ball bounced off the rim of the solo cup and of course, JJ’s sunk in one. You took a breath in and JJ smiled and cocked his head at you. 

“Get used to passing those back to me, Y/N/N, because you’re not gonna keep them at all tonight.”

“Yeah, keep talking shit, JJ. We know this is the only way you’re scoring tonight.”

JJ’s first shot of course went right in. “Drink up, babe”

You smiled and grabbed the first cup, downing it easily. “How’s losing taste?” He asked, getting cockier by the second.

“Just shoot your shot.”

He does and sinks another one, shit-eating grin only growing more. “Balls back.” He smirked. You glared for the umpteenth time that night, but matched his smirk as you rolled the balls back and downed another cup. 

“You regretting this bet now?” JJ asked as he sunk another one. 

“There’s a lot of game left, Maybank.” You continued feigning confidence. 

Finally, JJ misses one. “Fuck” JJ whispers under his breath. “Alright, Y/L/N, let’s see what you got.”

You shot and made it, grinning at JJ. “Okay, okay. it’s just one.” JJ says and gulps down the first drink. You sink another one. “Balls back.” You smile.

You waste no time sinking the 3rd one. “Getting nervous, J?” You ask. But before he can answer, you’re missing your 4th shot, “Not really.” JJ replies cooly. 

The game went on and of course... JJ won.

“Never shoulda bet against me, Y/L/N.” JJ gloated smugly. “I definitely should have raised the stakes though, because jumping into the marsh with your clothes on isn’t really that satisfying for me.”

“Who said I was gonna keep my clothes on?” You asked seductively as you shimmied out of your denim shorts, but leaving your cheeky underwear on. JJ gaped at you for a second before regaining composure and smirking at you. You turned your back to him and took your top off before swan diving off the dock. 

“Fuck that’s cold!” You yelled when you resurfaced and approached the ladder to get back on the dock. JJ had a towel ready for you, but when you went to grab it, JJ pulled it back, just out of reach with that shit-eating grin on his face. You shot daggers at him with your eyes.

“First, say: ‘JJ is the sexiest, funniest, smartest guy I know and I was completely wrong for thinking I could beat him at anything.” 

If looks could kill, JJ Maybank would be one dead pogue from the scowl you were giving him.

“Fuck that. JJ, give me the fucking towel.” You said reaching for it again and not realizing your bare chest was coming out of the water. JJ smirked down at you and licked his lips, before you threw your arm over your chest to cover your boobs. He chuckled to himself, “The water really is cold, huh?” he teased, 

“JJ.” You said sternly.

“You gotta say it.” 

You inhaled deeply, “JJ’s the sexiest, funniest guy and I was wrong for thinking I could beat him.” You muttered and slurred quickly under your breath.

“What was that Y/N/N? I didn’t hear you.”

“Fuck you ...JJ is the sexiest, funniest, smartest guy I know and I was wrong-”

“Completely!” JJ clarified.

“-completely wrong for thinking I could beat him. Now give me the fucking towel, Maybank.”

JJ held the towel out, unfolded so it completely covered the view of you climbing the ladder so no one could see you, but he didn’t turn away, instead he kept eye contact with you even as you struggled to cover your boobs while climbing up the ladder. Once you emerged, he wrapped the towel around you and smiled. You held the towel around you as you kept eye contact with JJ a little longer than usual. You looked away first and cleared your throat. Getting nervous, you stuck your hand out for a handshake. “Good game, Maybank.”

“Good game, Y/L/N.” He said sweetly. And with his guard down, you easily pushed him off the dock and into the water. You laughed as did a lot of the party who witnessed it. 

JJ surfaced, “Oh you are so dead, Y/N! You know that right?” JJ said dangerously as he quickly paddled over to the ladder and you started to retreat.

-

You and JJ ended up in a tickle/wrestling match, after he chased you. And as the party continued, JJ only seemed to cling to you more. You couldn’t help but think that maybe the relationship between you two was more than just shameless flirting, that maybe it could be something more. JJ let you borrow some of his clothes after you both ended up in the marsh, so you could be warm and comfy. You were in his lap with is arms around your waist, sitting around the fire, when your brother texted that he was on his way to pick you up. 

“Time to go?” JJ whispered to you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he read the text on your phone. 

“Yep, it’s that time.” You sighed and leaned into him for just a second before standing up. JJ followed you away from the fire. “So I’ll see you tomorrow night at the movie thing? I’ll bring back your hoodie all washed.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about it. Looks better on you anyway.” JJ smiled as he brought a hand up to your cheek and ran his thumb along your jaw. You couldn’t suppress the butterflies swarming your stomach. You both looked down at the other’s lips when a horn honked loudly. 

Both of your heads snapped in that direction and JJ’s hand immediately fell from your cheek. “Y/N let’s go!” Your brother yelled from his truck

 Now, Jj was the one who cleared his throat awkwardly, “Okay, so yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You laughed at the awkwardness of the situation, “Bye” 

JJ bit his lip, shoving his hands in his pockets and smiling before turning back to the party.

You walked over to your brother’s truck. “I’m just gonna go inside and go to the bathroom real quick.” 

This earned an eye roll from your brother.

When you walked out of the bathroom and out of the Chateau, you saw JJ grabbing a drink from the cooler ...and he wasn’t alone. Your heart sank as you saw him handing a girl you’d never seen before a drink, both smiling and laughing before JJ followed the girl and sat next to her around the fire. 

Maybe it was all in your head. Would JJ Maybank actually be more interested in you than just a friend he flirted with? He did flirt with everyone after all. You just thought maybe it was different with you. Did it really only take 5 minutes for him to move on to the next girl? 

“Hey, you okay?” A voice asked, pulling you out of your heartbreaking thought spiral. It was Pope. He was headed inside to get some water. Pope followed your gaze to where JJ and the girl were, the tears in your eyes threatening to slip out.

“What?” You asked after not really processing what he said as you finally broke your gaze off JJ and looked at Pope who gave you a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, I’m fine!” You said wiping your eyes. “My brother’s waiting to take me home, so I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You sniffled. 

Pope smiled sweetly, “Yeah, see you then Y/N.”

You got into your brother’s truck and he started driving back to your house when you got a text from Pope. 

Pope: I know you lost, but I’m gonna show it to you anyway.

Then another text came through, this one was a video. The video of JJ from last weekend.

In the video, all 3 boys were out in the hammocks, visibly drunk, or high ...or both. JJ being the worst of the 3.

Pope was holding the phone. “So JJ, your turn: who’s the one girl on the island for you?”

JJ scoffed drunkenly and it was clear that he didn’t know Pope was filming: “Bro, obvusly it’s Y/N/N dude. Y/F/N fucking Y/L/N. I’d simp so hard for that girl. ...I just want to buy her flowers. I think she likes peenie...ponies...pennies ..whas it called?” 

“You mean peonies?” Pope clarified. John B looked at Pope and realized he was filming and gave Pope a knowing smile. 

“Yeah those. Penonies, pen- whatever. I just want to treat her like a princess. Like sleeping beauty ...Y/N loves taking naps. Or Belle... she reads a lot n stuff ...or ooh Ariel, that’s the one. She’s just like Ariel ...like a mermaid.”

“Y/N has y/h/c hair” Pope stated but JJ ignored this.

“Yeah anything else, J?” John B asked wanting JJ to continue.

“I dunno dude. I just want to brush her hair n feed her grapes.”

John B and Pope couldn’t help but laugh, “Feed her grapes?” John B asked laughing.

“Yeah, dud-” and with that JJ finally turned and realized Pope was filming, “Arr you fucking recording this?!” JJ asked starting to reach over and wrestle with Pope. 

“Oh my god. I cannot wait to show this to Y/N.” Pope laughed.

There was more wrestling between JJ and Pope before the video stopped. 

You smiled down at your phone. “Thanks Pope <3″ you replied back.

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[id: taako, an elf with dyed pink hair that is growing out, in a bathtub filled with dyed blue water and bubbles. The bubbles cover most of him. His expression is sour.]

Read on ao3 if you prefer!

Why don’t you take a bath and maybe you’ll feel better, Lup had texted him, and Taako knew, logically, that she meant it with all the goodness and care for him in her big dumb heart, but Taako was in a nightmare mood, so he read it dripping, just oozing with bitchiness, and maybe he was going to take a bath, but he wasn’t about to enjoy it.

Spite bath. For mean stupid assholes who can’t have what they want because they don’t deserve it and throw big idiot baby tantrums because their feelings got hurt that somebody posted date pics online with his hot new perfect dentist boyfriend who makes lots of money and can regulate his own fucking emotions and maybe even can keep a cactus alive for more than a month. Allegedly. 

Taako sinks deeper into the water. It’s a pretty shade of blue, but other than that, his bath bomb was a total waste of money, and he’s mad about it, and doesn’t smell like anything, and the bubble bath he had left wasn’t enough to foam up the whole bath, and he needs to redye his hair, and he forgot to bring a snack, because he plans to fully dissolve until he’s Taako soup, and he’s mad about it. He’s lonely and snackless and broke and his cactus is dead and his sister is miles and miles away and his heart hurts. But now he’s also soaking wet. So, thanks for that, Lup. 

He swipes the plastic bag he put his phone in off of the toilet lid and unlocks it, you know, after 4 failed tries, and, fuck him mighty, the picture is still there. They’re smiling and holding hands at an early dinner, and the post mentions in that elegant way he talks for an audience that they’re going to a show, a concerto in the butterfly gardens, and Taako nearly throws his phone. He’s not that fancy. He doesn’t even know how much a concerto in the butterfly gardens would cost. Maybe he could afford a commercial jingle in a compost pile. Worms can probably jam. 

He tips his head back and groans. Don’t wait up for me, Kravitz had said. I don’t know how late I’ll be back, and you don’t have to worry about me. You know, casual things roommates say to each other? It’s getting on…late, or something, and yeah, maybe Taako was hoping to hear from him, you know, make sure David wasn’t like, a vampire and sucked his soul out or something (fuck, he really can’t compete with a vampire). Maybe hear about how great it was, because at this point, Taako almost wants to feel worse. Bring on the self-sabotage. He’s gonna make all sorts of choices.

He opens a new text and starts typing the truth, but it’s so embarrassing he has to delete it. He tries again, a little more casually, hey, so, Krav, I’m kinda maybe a little bit– deleted. Super sorry to bother you on your perfect date with perfect David but I wanna be yours so bad I can taste–deleted. Do you want to dump your boyfriend and get with me instead? No worries if not! Fucking hell. He trails his hand in the water, scooping up fast-dissolving bubbles. He shakes them off, and some of them fly all the way to the bathroom counter. Oops.

I like you, he types, and that feels a little less horribly pathetic, but the whole thing was an exercise in misery anyway, and he goes to delete that, too, but his hand is slippery, and he drops the bag his phone is in, and fumbles for it, and it goes right into the water.

“Fuck, fuck!” He scoops it out and shakes it off, but the screen is nearly impossible to read through the waterlogged bag. He dries a hand on the fluffy bath mat and fishes the stupid thing out. 

Delivered. 

Read. 

Taako does throw his phone, hot potato, and it goes all the way across the bathroom. He covers his face. He yells into his hands. He hears his phone vibrate from the floor, once, twice, a third time. Kravitz almost never multi-texts, that’s more Taako’s bag, and he’s trying not to hyperventilate all naked and wet and stupid. 

What can he do?? What is there to do??? He doesn’t want to say it was a joke. That would be cruel, a step too far. He might have been feeling self destructive, but he doesn’t need to make Kravitz miserable. 

He pushes himself up, and the phone vibrates again, and he pulls the plug in the bathtub and wraps himself in a towel, relieved he showered first, for once. Blue water slogs out of the tub, gurgling in a way that almost sounds like he’s being chastised, and Taako dries himself off, rubbing at his face like maybe it’ll come off if he tries hard enough. This is, unfortunately, unsuccessful. 

He takes a deep breath, and he picks up the phone. 

Taako, what?

How do you mean that? Taako? Where did this come from?

Do you really? I’d like to talk to you, if you have a chance, I know it’s late, things went long, there was a problem…I mean, I don’t need to exhaust you with the details but, I guess I don’t know what’s going to happen next. Things didn’t turn out the way I planned.

Taako, are you there? Can you call me?

Oh, um, actually, you see, the problem is that Taako would rather succumb to a poison lava death than do that, sorry. His pruney fingers itch with anxiety. The phone starts vibrating with a call, and Taako nearly chucks the phone away again, and this time, he might not get it back. 

Something automatic, something unreal, something new, swipes to answer the call, and shakily puts the phone to his ear. Normally he would run, he would ruin things, he would fuck everything up. But he doesn’t want to make Kravitz sad. 

He doesn’t say anything, though. His tongue is in knots, and he’s about to swallow it.

“Taako, are you there?” He sounds a little choked up for some reason. “I- Can- can you tell me what you meant? It’s- it’s kind of important…Do you…do you really like me? Like, that, I mean, do you- I mean, you probably wouldn’t have said, I mean, I know you think I’m an okay roommate, and, and all that, but–surely you meant–what did you mean??”  

“Um,” Taako says, voice cracking. He’s still holding the towel, hair still dripping down his back. “Uh, hey, Krav.” 

“Taako,” Kravitz says, strained. “I- I just got in a fight with David about this, and- and I can’t-”

“Fuck,” there’s something hard in his throat that won’t go away. “I didn’t mean to- It was an accident, I- I don’t wanna ruin-”

“It was an accident?” The disappointment is palpable through the phone. He could palp it right there, physics be damned. 

“No!! No- I- It’s true, I just- I didn’t mean to send it, I-” 

“It’s true? You like me?” It’s way too eager to mean nothing. Now Taako’s heart is palping. It’s palping hard. 

“I- Fucking of course I like you!” The dam breaks. Taako’s glad he doesn’t have to look Kravitz in the eyes. “I’ve liked you for months, okay? I just don’t want to fuck things up wi-”

“Fuck David,” Kravitz says, desperately fast. “He got nasty about the way I picked up the phone when I saw you text. He- he accused me of being in love with you.” 

“Yeah? Have, um, have those allegations been proven?”

“The evidence is piling up,” Kravitz admits, and then he laughs, and that breaks the spell, and Taako has to laugh too, even though he may or may not be a little teary-eyed. “I think I just broke up with my boyfriend, Taako,” he whispers. 

“What if I told you I know where you can get a new one?”

“I think I’d really like that. It’s been on my mind for a long time.” 

Huh, Taako thinks. Maybe I do feel better.