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kakashixhatakesxwhore · 5 months

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Semper Amare Et In Perpetuum

Pairing: Shikamaru x GN!Reader

W/c: 3.2k

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, lmk if I missed something and if this sucks

Summary: To Love Forever And Always. He had given you the most divine dreams, and then He gives you a dreamy reality.

Notes: AU where Shikamaru is kinda like Morpheus, he creates dreams. I capitalized his pronouns in the story to up the deity factor, tell me if we hate it.

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No matter what befell you during your waking hours, you knew your solace awaited every night; the safe haven of your dreams.

Candy-coated, and warm as the sun's gentle kiss, you would be whisked away to varying breathtaking places, far from anything your conscious eyes had ever been able to capture. The only condition of the wonderful dreams seemed to be your inability to move throughout them. Anchored to the spot that would best capture the beauty around you, all you could do was spin.

For as long as you had been dreaming, you had been taken to the pretty landscapes, left alone, but not feeling alone. Soon, you realized that the dreams were not of your own creation, but rather, something shared with you. The scenes would envelope you, letting you sink into them for as long as you felt like you needed to.

As a child, you were confused when others spoke of their dreams ending abruptly, or having strange, stressful plots. It took an even longer time for you to understand that other people had such bad dreams, they were called nightmares.

Some descriptions sounded so scary, so unpleasant.

So, entering your teenage years, you started to wish upon the first star of the night, every night. You asked the faraway star to keep the integrity of your haven intact and not to betray you like he had betrayed so many others. It worked.

The star sent Him, to guard you, you thought at the time. How wrong you were.

It was Him, it was always Him, and only Him.

Though you were not graced with His face for many more years, you could always feel Him. He was just over your shoulder in every dream, always just beyond your sight. Despite the elusion, you could feel a connection with Him in your soul, and you knew you were safe. You knew you would always be safe, with Him, in your dreams.

As the arrow of time continued it's eternally forward march, He began to speak to you; soft words, in too low a register for you to properly decern. You couldn't speak back, He wouldn't let you, not yet.

"Semper Amemus," He would whisper one night, just loud enough for you to hear.

Though His words foreign, they whispered directly to your heart, 'Let us love eternally.'

You never wanted His beatific voice to stop, and He wouldn't. Over the breeze of your dream, His serene words would float to you, caressing every inch of your body until they reached the deepest crevice of your heart. He spoke of love, of kindness, of desire; His words were cloaked in ancient speeches, but revealed in your mother tongue.

That night, it took everything in your being to want to wake up. Alas, it was a necessary evil - how else would the anticipation build for the next night?

Something in you grew to prefer the nights to the days. You would always stay up just long enough to speak to your star, begging the star to send Him to you again, still under the foolish impression that He had not come to you of His own volition. Then you would assume your bed, tucked in, right up to the chin, just peaking with excitement, overjoyed to see what lay just beyond your consciousness.

It took many more months of whispers, until one night, it was silent. The silence left you nervous, awaiting something you weren't sure would meet you, feeling like He had all this time.

Settling to take in the scene, you began to admire. Before your feet lay a pond full of lily pads, the water was crystal clear and reflected the pale blue sky like a mirror. Across the pond were two arches, covered in green vines and gorgeous red and pink flowers. You almost thought they were roses, but upon further inspection, they would have had to be the largest roses you had ever clapped eyes on. As many petals as a hydrangea, but with the structure of roses, the flowers glistened in the warm sunlight. You cast your gaze to the sky, only to find the sun covered by a thick swath of cloud, despite it's abundant light and warmth, as it always was.

When you moved to take in your surrounding greenery, you were nearly shocked out of your skin.

Is this Him?

He was beautiful. He was so ethereally gorgeous. With hair as dark as the night, and sharp, angular features, He was imposing. His large frame, covered by a black cloak that seemed to gleam with stardust, made you feel almost intimidated.

But, you were safe. You could tell.

"Are...are you-?"

"Mhm," He hummed, His tone still coming from every direction. You just smiled. Looking across the pond, He motioned to the scene before you, though you didn't join His gaze, much too preoccupied with memorizing His features. Slowly, He asked, "Do you like this one?"

Looking behind you quickly, then left and right, you nodded happily. "It seems the Golden Standard has been raised."

He chuckled lowly, "I'm glad...I spent a long while weaving this dream." Before you could say anything, He extended His arm to you, looking at you with gorgeous eyes that seemed to hold the very night sky. "Would you like to see more?"

For the first time, you could move. You took His arm and He pulled you close, moving you away from the spot you were glued to. It felt like a thousand-stone weight had been lifted, and you could never even feel the original weight. Your feet bounced on the plush, vibrantly green grass, without the confines of gravity to keep you down, tethered only to Him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could still see His figure, but you supposed it would be terribly rude to stare.

Throughout the night, He took you halfway around the pond. Different alcoves were hidden within it's shores, with every terrain you could imagine and every kind of vegetation, littered throughout. An extreme level of care went into constructing the scene, so much so that it was palpable. You found yourself unable to speak as He guided you, asking him only trivial, personal questions mindlessly here and there, much more taken with the beautiful sights and novel sensations. He didn't mind at all, finding your inquiry amusing and your presence relaxing.

Ending beneath the flowery arches you had seen in the beginning, He pulled you in front of Himself, giving you the gift of seeing Him without condition. You brought your hand to His cold face, cupping His creamy skin as it sparkled with your touch.

"Are you made of starlight?" You asked in a murmur.

He put his hand over yours with a small smile. "There is not enough time in the cosmos to tell you of what matter my being is constituted, other than adoration for you."

He always made a point to enunciate His love for you with each word He spoke. It made you feel bubbly inside, as you began to believe Him.

"Have you made every dream of mine?"

"Every single one." The devotion in His voice made your legs weak. "I've never felt such an urge to provide for a mortal; only you."

A beat of silence passed as the two of you stared at each other. He was so cold beneath your palm, yet exuding warmth. Your heart yearned to spring from your chest and into His, to warm His body with your own blood. There wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't have done for Him, if He asked it of you.

"My dear," He huffed, moving your hand to kiss your open palm. "I know this is a drag, but I must send you back, your waking hour draws near."

"Then please," you sighed, feeling His arm encircle your waist to bring you close. You looked up at Him, just taken with His beauty. "Please tell me your name."

"Shikamaru."

With a start, you woke up. Already late for your first lecture of the day, you had to hold off researching your dream lover until the two-hour break you had between lectures. Your university library proved to be a treasure trove of information, with over twenty books with entire chapters dedicated to Shikamaru, the Dream Weaver. You devoured what information you could, then had to attend your next class, but you went right back to the library afterward to continue your investigation.

No book painted Him with a kind brush. Shikamaru was called lazy, he was called cruel.

Apparently, 'dreamless sleep' (you truly couldn't believe such a thing existed) was Shikamaru having skipped over a mind. The books said He detested His job, and took no pride in it - but you knew that to be simply untrue. And, more insultingly, nightmares were alleged to be Shikamaru's source of entertainment. They said He was nothing more than a minor deity, and that He was angry with the classification; thusly, the books alleged, Shikamaru took His frustration out on dreamers. That was almost laughable, and you reckoned the authors had never met Shikamaru.

Even in your denial, you raised the tidbit when you were with Him the next night. He had taken your back to the flowery arches, ready to continue the walk around the pond. The subject seemed to strike Him harshly, making Him stutter in His pace.

"Where did you read that?" He asked in a clipped voice, muscles tensing under your fingers.

"A few books and a scholarly journal," you told Him. Shikamaru exhaled sharply, turning His head away from you. Your eyebrows furrowed, but you nodded. For a few paces through the green, a hush fell over the two of you. The dream had gotten a degree colder, which made you extremely sad. Just wanting to speak to Him, you asked, "Why haven't you given me a nightmare?"

"Why would I do that?" Shikamaru snapped, looking at you like you had suggested a hemlock tea. A gust of wind slithered across the field, making the pond water shiver.

You shrugged, looking forward to escape His offended look. "If it would entertain you-"

"It wouldn't."

The ground shook beneath your feet as His voice rumbled through the darkened sky. Winds whipped, bringing forth the clouds. Cold sunk into your bones, sucking the air from your lungs. You were being suffocated, smothered by the very air that you gasped at. Clutching Shikamaru's arm tightly, you felt an unnatural stroke of fear travel through you.

As quickly as it came, the darkness left.

The sky remembered it's powder blue hue, and the pond's ripples began to still. Shikamaru held you closely, putting your head to His chest as you took a tentative breath.

"Don't ever suggest something like that again, dear," Shikamaru whispered. You nodded and He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry. That will never happen again, I promise."

It was a relatively small outburst, but it was enough to give you a taste of a nightmare. And you hated it. You never wanted to experience that again. The fright it had given you was jarring, surely to be seared into your mind forever more. It was enough to make your skin itch just below your dermal layer, ensuring you could never scratch it.

"Please forgive me," Shikamaru begged you desperately. With a lithe finger, He tilted your chin up, bringing your face to His. In the most genuine tone you had ever heard, He whispered, "You are more precious to me than anything, I don't know what I would do if you detested me."

"I could never," you hummed, leaning upward to brush your nose against the pointed tip of His. Shikamaru's breath shuttered, His grasp on you tightening.

Though His pillow-y lips remained still, the gentle breeze carried His firm promise for the first time, "Semper amare et in perpetuum."

Feeling a rush of courage and love, you popped up and closed the gap between the two of you. Shikamaru stayed still for a moment, shocked, before entirely giving Himself to the kiss, losing Himself in your lips. As His tongue gently brushed your lip, you felt a jolt of electricity run through to your fingertips, and when He slipped His tongue into your mouth, you would have fallen if He hadn't been holding you.

Ambrosia. He tasted of heavenly sweetness, delectable and divine.

His tongue guided yours in a soft Waltz, swirling together deliciously. A string of groans fell from you, unable to be held back as Shikamaru's strong hands moved across your lower back so salaciously. They were caught by the Dream Weaver's lips, taken up by Him with a smile, pressing your body to His impossibly closer.

The walk didn't continue that night, or the next, but eventually, Shikamaru could contain Himself long enough to take you around the full loop. He had you, now, He didn't want to do anything but have you.

As the months went by, you got to hold onto the landscapes Shikamaru slaved away at creating for multiple nights at a time. Not only were you allowed to speak, but you were allowed to move freely, and you had the most handsome man you had ever seen right at your fingertips. The dreams got more beautiful as your relationship with Shikamaru got more intense.

But, time's arrow continued to march forward. Though feeling more alive while asleep than you did while conscious, your real life was during those waking hours.

Age came naturally, of course - you couldn't stay a teenage, daydream believer forever. Your twenties came with a ream of excitement and opportunity, bringing on a brand new swatch-book of colour to your waking life. Friends flocked to you, loving your carefree attitude and willingness to dig into new experiences. They would take you out to odd places and keep you out until the wee hours of the morning, sometimes all night.

Shikamaru always waited for you. In the time without you, He took to polishing your dreams, making them utter masterpieces for you to marvel at.

But, one night, He didn't reveal Himself to you. Still able to feel His presence, you were stuck in place, mouth moving but making no sound. The scene before you still lay as gorgeous as ever - a novel scene of a simple field of lilies - but you could feel something distinctly wrong.

It was your boyfriend.

With Shikamaru being but a figure in your mind, you couldn't hold out forever. You needed to provide your parents with grandchildren, so you had to start dating, despite your steadfast protests. Shikamaru understood it all, gleaning all the information He needed from your open mind.

He loved you, most ardently. But Shikamaru would not stand in the way of you finding happiness.

For two years, He watched on, pained at each loving thought you had about the mortal man. Certain nights, Shikamaru couldn't even bring Himself to peer into your mind, giving you a dream of complete darkness instead. He loved to see you happy, but couldn't stand to see such happiness caused by someone else.

And when you broke up with your boyfriend, sick to death of his lack of effort, you were left to cry yourself to sleep, unsure if Shikamaru would just pass over you again tonight. There was nothing you wanted less than to be affronted by that awful loneliness, lost in the darkness. You fell into an unwilling sleep, ambushed by the shimmering cloak of inky black.

You screwed your eyes shut, feeling the scene begin to develop around you. The painfully empty cavern of your chest sank heavily and you were sure He had ignored you again.

But then a perfect heat wrapped around you, sinking into your skin like a million gentle kisses. His presence was upon you, feeling as though he was the very air in your lungs. His deep, rich tone melted with the welcoming warmth, whispering,

"Semper amare et in perpetuum."

Cautiously, you opened your eyes. Across the mirror-like pond, the two flowery arches sat, even more full and lush than before. The sky was a sapphire blue, giving the water the appearance of liquid diamond as it shone iridescent beams through the landscape. A smile grew on your lips as you looked right, seeing a tall brush of tiger lilies, then looked left, to see Him.

He seemed ready to apologize, even more so when you began to cry. Tears leaked from your eyes, cascading down your cheeks in hot streams in an instant.

"Why do you cry, my dearest?" He asked gently, cupping either side of your face with His hands, brushing away the salty water with smooth thumbs.

You stuttered, "I didn't- what if...I never- why did you...?"

"It wouldn't have been right to continue our trysts, with your heart promised to another," He explained simply, placing a kiss to your forehead. "But now, we can be together again."

"This is such a drag," you sighed, making Shikamaru laugh. You smiled a bit but continued sullenly, "We exist only in my dreams. I can't go on a real date with you, I can't marry you; so either I go on, lonely in the day, or you go on, lonely in the night."

"Let's not think about that now, dearest," Shikamaru chided lightly, hooking His arm into yours and bringing you to His side. "There's so much to show you and so little time. We need to make the most of it."

Indeed, Shikamaru had added various things to the scene with the flowery aches. New flowers, new herbs, and animals dotted the pathways He designed, everything made by His hand. Even if you hadn't been deprived of Shikamaru's lovely artistry for so long, you were amazed by the effort He took, down to the minutia. The dream reaffirmed His love for you, assuring you He was only waiting.

The next day was easier than you had thought it would be, but you were ready to go berserk when you fell asleep the next night and were met with pitch darkness. You thought Shikamaru was ready to start seeing you again, but you supposed you were wrong.

There was just no reason for Him to not even give you a dream that night. Not without an explanation. Now that seemed cruel of Him, which only layered your disbelief.

Broken out of the uncomfortable darkness by a sharp rapping at your door, you lumbered out of your bed and through your apartment, mad. Mad at Shikamaru for abandoning you tonight. Mad at the stranger, interrupting what unfulfilling rest you were getting. Mad at the clock for reading seven when it should have read three.

But all of that anger disappeared when you swung open your door.

"I didn't know what you liked the best," Shikamaru laughed nervously, clutching the two largest and most assorted bouquets you had ever seen. He extended them to you with a lopsided smile. "So I got one of each."

With a lunge, you brought Shikamaru into your embrace. Fireworks exploded in your soul as you could feel the heat of blood rushing just beneath His skin. You kissed His neck wildly, moving up to His jaw and finally His lips. Shikamaru smiled into the kiss, holding you as firmly as He could without damaging the flowers in His hands.

Holding Him by the shoulders to get a good look, you couldn't help but squeal. Though His shine had been replaced by a matte glow, His eyes still contained every bit of the night sky.

"Now that you're here," you joked. "When are we getting married?"

Smile deepening, Shikamaru put the two bouquets into your arms and shot His hand into the pocket of His green jacket, sinking lowly to one knee. He produced a purple velvet box, and slowly cracked it open.

With a gentle smile and a nervous look, Shikamaru chuckled with a pleasant cadence, "Whenever your heart dreams."

#shikamaru x reader #nara shikamaru #shikamaru nara #shikamaru fanfiction #naruto shikamaru #shikamaru one-shot #naruto fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot

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simply-whump · 2 years

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Light Chaser Rescue (追光者) Whump List

Whumpees : Luo Ben played by Luo Yun Xi and Zhou Ming Ming played by Marcus Li

Synopsis : A devastating earthquake has occurred in Xichuan. Lawyer Luo Ben has gone to the disaster-stricken area to look for his younger and mute sister Luo Yuan. It's there that he comes into contact with the Light Chaser Rescue unit. Luo Ben bears witness to the people's sense of camaraderie in the face of adversity and becomes deeply inspired by the volunteer efforts. He joins as the new recruit to the team. (MDL)

Genre : Action, Thriller, Romance, Rescue

Warning ! Possible spoilers below !

Luo Ben

Ep 1-2 : None

Ep 3 : Worried for someone, panicking — Entering the rubbles of a collapsed building, ears ringing, remembering his traumatic past — Worried for someone

Ep 4 : None

Ep 5 : Drenched because of the rain — Caught a cold, coughing

Ep 6-7 : None

Ep 8 : Participating in a tiring training under the rain

Ep 9 : Participating in a firefighting drill, remembering his traumatic past — Scolded

Ep 11 : None

Ep 12 : Drenched in the rain, worried for someone, enters a half buried house, concern for him — Trapped because of a landslide, covered in mud — In pain, concern for him, says he’s okay (is clearly not) (Gif Set)

Ep 13 : Still trapped, talking about traumatic memories, oxygen levels decreasing, has difficulty breathing, saved — In the hospital

Ep 14 : In pain when his injury is touched

Ep 15 : (⚠️TW for attempted suicide⚠️) Jumps from a building to save someone while being secured by a rope, almost falls to his death when the knot unties, pulled up, worried for someone — Blaming himself, grabbed by the collar

Ep 16 : Sad — Training hard — Anxious, blamed and blaming himself

Ep 17 : Anxious — A shelf falls on his back while he is saving someone — Teary-eyed

Ep 18 : None

Ep 19 : Feeling down, blaming himself

Ep 20 : None

Ep 21 : Tired after a long search for a missing kid in the wild, resting his head on female lead shoulder

Ep 22-31 : None...

Ep 32 : Trapped in a room in a burning building, thrown through a window by an explosion blast, falls from several floors — Leg broken, doctor suggests amputation, says he will never be able to walk properly again

Ep 33 : In the hospital, loved ones worried for him, learns the doctors might have to amputate his leg, teary-eyed, choses an operation that will save his leg but might endanger his life, asleep on the operating table, oxygen mask, waking up in a hospital bed — (Out of the hospital) Limping, sudden pain in his leg, concern for him — Doing rehabilitation for his leg, in pain, concern for him — Limping

Ep 34 : Doing rehabilitation for his leg, in pain

Ep 35 : Learns the truth about his parents death, upset, crying, feeling betrayed — Sitting on the floor depressed, angry, shouting

Ep 36 : Teary-eyed — Trades his place with a hostage, hands tied, taken hostage, in a chokehold — Desperately tries to keep someone from falling

Ep 37-38 : None

Ep 40 : Walking in a snowstorm, worried for someone, hit by a falling icicle — The rope that maintained him suspended above a crevasse breaks, falls, hits his back, groaning in pain, concern for him, snow and ice fall and blocks the entrance of the crevasse (he is kinda buried alive) — Concern for him, rescue team tries to break the ice with little results — Unconscious, wakes up, heavy breathing, groaning in pain, back hurting, realises he is trapped — In pain and probably freezing, searching for a way out — Lots of underground crawling, finally gets out, passes out — Found, wakes up briefly before passing out again (Gif Set) — Big time skip so no aftercare shown…

Zhou Ming Ming

Ep 3 : Leg injured, bleeding, faints at the sight of blood — Limping, wound treated — Donating blood, waking up in a hospital bed

Ep 4 : Still limping when waking

Ep 5 : Hit, has a nosebleed (comedic)

Ep 18 : Muscle pain after a harsh training, can hardly walk (comedic)

Ep 19 : Blamed, mocked, feeling down

Ep 21 : Throwing up after a mission

Ep 24 : Drunk

Ep 25 : Diving underwater, losing oxygen, taking off his oxygen regulator, sinking, saved

Ep 34 : Upset, drinking

#Light Chaser rescue #whump list #asian whump #whump #cdrama #chinese drama #luo yunxi

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sheactress · 2 years

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what lily likes about ricky, a post.

so here’s the thing, this isn’t exhaustive, and this is probably the first of who knows how many posts, but it’s something i ought to talk about regardless.

lily’s a bit of a manipulative witch who can kinda get lost in it all, ala olivia’s interview with andrew, but she’s also a teenage girl with a crush on a boy. that’s how she sees the character, and that’s what i’m going with when i write her. she’s trying to succeed with the show in the way she’s being told she should... and she really does like ricky and she wants to be with him. even if she knows it’s maybe a little unrealistic for her to think he’d reciprocate her feelings...

but she likes him. she really does like him. she’s not a monster- she’s a girl.

and one might say, hannah, what do you mean she likes him? does she even know him?

but i mean for starters- she thinks he’s cute, and potentially has since she’s seen him in hsm as troy bolton. she seems so excited to meet him in the cafeteria, and while part of that’s a part of her whole tiara gold thing she has going, it’s also cute because i think a part of her is actually excited to meet the cast- since she’s planning on joining them this semester. she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into though...

but to get into the things that i’m actually here to discuss, she may not know him particularly well when they start interacting properly in 207, but she clearly hears about him at least from howie... the mole... and what does lily see in ricky even before they talk on facetime in 210?

to me the biggest thing that draws lily to ricky is that he’s someone who gets to have both. he gets to be the shining star, the talent, the lead, and everyone around him is happy for him, they like him, they’re all friends with him and support him (it’s certainly more complicated at east high than she can see from the outside though, given how the cast actually is with ricky during season two...) she’s never been able to have that. her life is about putting her star out there and shining- and attracting a following from her talent. that’s the value- that’s how you succeed. that’s what she’s always been taught her whole life long.

he gets to do both. she wants that more than she could ever know or recognize before she knows him. she never knew it was an option really before ricky bowen. he asks her what on earth they could possible have in common in 210, but to her- them being the leads in their respective shows is something in common like nothing else is. and well- she sees him in his position as such a good leading man and she wants to be able to carry her leading role the way he does his.

no one likes her in her cast. she knows that. she expresses as much to ricky in 210. i mean it probably doesn’t help that she’s not just starring in the show but co-directing alongside a director who’s likely quite the tyrant. i highly doubt she has much power, but she’s put up like someone who does. it doesn’t lend towards others liking her. plus- when he brings up the golden rule you can see in her eyes she has definitely never heard of that before. that’s not manipulation it’s real curiosity and desire to have better for herself.

she genuinely sees so much good in him- and so much talent in him- and tbh i think her validating him the way she does (whether in 207, 209, or 211), is a benefit to his character that the show could’ve done a lot more with if they chose to carry further their storyline.

but when we get to 211... she finds out he’s like her even more than she could’ve ever known. she sees that interaction between his dad and miss jenn and she clocks immediately what’s going on and i’m so completely sure it throws her for a bit of a loop because oh gosh... he’s more than just a good performer who was able to really help me build rapport with my cast which- is such an amazing feeling... he’s dealing with something that i’ve been dealing with for a long time now... and we actually have something pretty big in common... something well- oh now i actually might be able to return the favor, and help him with something in return.

so even when he’s already rejected her offer to go out for pizza and talk some more, she decides in 212, after the show’s over, that despite her following through and participating in the harness theft (my canon has the north high kids collectively taking it for zacky roy, she’s a pawn in an adult’s game, and tbh the show doesn’t directly rule this out)... with nothing else to gain from him- she asks ricky out again. she puts herself out there a second time, knowing she might get rejected again, and tells him straight up she likes him and his big brown eyes and his big round hair (she truly does not know how to speak, more on that later)...

and what lily likes about him is yeah he’s a cute boy but... it’s more than that for her- and even when she has nothing to gain and a broken heart to lose, she still wants to try one last time in case she never has another. and she thinks wow- i might actually have something of a connection with this boy if he lets me show him my heart... since he’s the only person i’ve even begun to start to open it up to in a long time. and he does shoot her down- at least mostly... but then he calls her... and honestly when lily gets that call i think that’s the giddiest she’s been in a very long time...

and i will also say this, beyond ricky- lily really wants what the wildcats appear to have. she wants to be loved... by others. she wants to be a part of a family. but i mean even in 202 when she comes to the auditions no one makes the effort with her. she’s not expecting them to- she’s never gotten it from anyone before, but sitting on the outside of it- she does wish she could have that camaraderie regardless.

#something in the summer wind / ricky bowen #study / just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey #//i have complicated feelings about some of the canon but truly i can derive this from the canon and i think that's pretty great #//like the assumption is never that he likes her back she just likes him and sees one person in this world that she can be vulnerable with #//that's pretty powerful for a girl who cannot do that with well... anyone else

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thranduilsperkybutt · 2 years

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Warnings: Stranger Things Season 4 Vol.1 minor SPOILERS!

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Imagine helping to tutor your little brother’s friend, Eddie Munson, so he can finally graduate. (Henderson!Reader)

--------- Request for ME ---------

Leave it to your big-mouth little brother to volunteer you for something without even asking first. It wasn’t as if you weren’t familiar with Eddie Munson. You had known about him even before Dustin went and joined his Dungeons & Dragons club. When you were in your senior year, Munson was already retaking it. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he had flunked out again.

“You did so well in Miss O’Donnell’s class, I thought you could help Eddie out! Come on, I need to get on this guy’s good side! Please?”

Damn your bleeding heart, you wish you could say you agreed only for Dustin’s sake, but it wasn’t really that, was it? If you were being completely honest, you were doing this because of the massive, well-kept secret that was your one-sided infatuation with the pariah of Hawkins High.

Grin and bear it should have been your senior quote, considering that’s exactly what you had done that year. Foolishly hoping that with graduation would come your salvation from the stolen glances sent his way and the silly thoughts that plagued your mind. You’d nearly cleansed yourself of your crush entirely, until Dustin brought him back up again.

Maybe, in the end, Dustin did you a favor.

There’s no doubt that you would never have gotten to really know Eddie the way you have if it wasn’t for Dustin’s proposition. You had barely been able to build up the courage to greet him in passing during high school, let alone actually befriend him.

Now, though? You found yourself laughing easily with his attempts at breaking the ice, and soon you’re left thinking that maybe Eddie wasn’t as intimidating as you had thought back then. That he might actually be kind of sweet.

And you’re barely a month into your tutoring sessions when his van screeches into your driveway familiarly, barely settled into park before he’s hopping from the driver’s side to wave a piece of paper in the air on his quick stride towards you, “Hey, you’re never gonna’ guess--- guess! You won’t get it right! I know you’ll never guess!”

“Eddie,” you’re still in your uniform from work. Unable to keep your giggles at bay with the way he waves the paper around your face in his excitement, “what are you talking about?”

“O’Donnell’s mid-term,” he all but sings, popping the paper properly in front of your face so you can see where it’s been marked in red pen alongside his handwriting. “I made--- wait for it---” Eddie grins, and you bite your lip with worried anticipation, “a seventy-two!”

You can’t help the excited squeal that leaves you at the news, because this was--- no doubt about it--- the best news you’ve had all month, “Oh my gosh, Eddie! That’s so great!” Eddie was barely under passing, and with this grade, if he didn’t do terribly on the final, he’d be able to pass this year. “Let me see!”

He dangles the paper over your head, grinning as you reach for it, “Oh, you wanna’ see, huh? Wanna’ see all the hard work payin’ off?” His teasing chuckles only die down once you manage to snatch the paper from his grasp, glancing proudly over the corrective marks.

With a contented sigh, you beam at him, “I’m so proud of you, Eddie.” He turns his head to look out over the lawn, but there’s no hiding his smile, or the slight flush on his cheeks.

Dark eyes glance back to yours, “What about we blow off the tutoring today, huh? We should celebrate.”

“Hmm,” you offer his exam paper back to him, “I guess one day of playing hooky won’t hurt. We’ll do exam review another day. Do you have something in mind?”

“Actually,” he fidgets with the paper in his hands, as if worried you’ll reject his idea, “my band has this gig. It’s kinda’ later tonight, though, so... I’m thinkin’ maybe we get some food and then you can come see us play? If you want to, I mean. You don’t have to---”

“No,” you stop his borderline-rambling and the smile that cuts along his jaw at your answer is enough to send your heart thundering like you were still fresh on the high of your crush from last year, “I’d love to.”

#eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #imagines by me #gif not mine #spoilers #stranger things spoilers #yall are getting eddie until im sick of him hehhehehhehe #jkjk ill post more than him but im on a kick rn

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mr-voorhees-husband · 2 years

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HIHIHI IM BACK :D

First of all, thank you sm for taking my previous request. I loved what you wrote sm 😭❤️

I was thinking... 2004 Ozzy receiving a timid peck on the lips from his future S/O for the first time after going through quite a few dates? And some fluffy headcanons on their relationship! Basically a continuation with the shy yet poilte and affectionate reader, if that's cool with you 👉🏻👈🏻

Their sappy relationship is going to be the death of the other villains but Oswald will be even more flirty toward his S/O in front of them to upset them further 😶

Thanks ily/p :*

- Pengy Anon

IM CURRENTLY WORKING ON A TWOFACE THINGY BUT THATS REALLY LONG SO IMMA GET THIS OUT AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE!!

Also kinda workd for any penguin, but it was written with 2004 in mind like pengy wanted <3

Warnings: soft,,, kisses,, luv him

Reader: gender neutral, shy, implied anxiety, implied villain

Oswald was chattering about his most recent heist, resting a hand on your waist as you two walked. He was a good bit shorter than you, and it wasn't uncommon to gain some... rude looks. Yet that never mattered to you. Why would it? You had a perfectly adorable, sweet, gentleman by your side that made your heart beat quicker.

If only he'd make the first move.

It wasn't that you doubted Oswald didn't like you, you'd already been on 5 dates, currently walking home (which was really just the Cobblepot home that now housed several villains) from your 6th. In any situation, a rational person would just make their own first move, and while you wanted to, you always backed out.

"Dear?" You were knocked out of your thoughts by Oswald's voice, his ramblings coming to a standstill. "You're quiet, more so than normal." He cracked a grin at his own joke, letting out that laugh you found oddly adorable.

"Just... thinking."

"Yes, I noticed." Oswald stopped walking, and in a case of odd coincidence (or was it fate?) under a pink flower tree, lit by the moon. Such a typical romantic scene, you thought to yourself, almost bitterly. He didn't miss the odd look in your eye, something sad and upset that he couldn't really understand. "Dear? Is everything alright?"

"I..." Your voice trailed off, finally locking eyes with your beautiful bird. With the barest hesitation, you cupped his face, moving so fast to press a soft, quick kiss to his cheek. Originally you had planned to kiss him, properly, but, you really couldn't manage to it. "Stop being such a gentleman.. please?"

"Oh." Oswald reached up, laying his hand to the cheek you kissed. For a moment, he stared, before his lips broke out into a face splitting grin. You'd never seen him so happy, you realized, before he was grabbing you down and pressing a proper kiss to your lips. It was soft, sweet, and so much like your precious penguin.

"Why didn't you just say so, my love?"

"Finally!" Harley cheered, immediately having her mouth covered by Mr. Freeze. She pouted, glaring at the ice-themed villain as he peered over the edge of the building. Watching the esteemed villains continue their walk back to the safe house.

"Took them long enough." Ivy hummed, leaning against one of her vines as she watched with the other villains. The tree, of course, was her doing, she knew that you wouldn't be able to deny how romantic it was. "Does this mean Oswald will stop complaining?"

"Most likely, though" Riddler twirled his cane with a contemplating hum, "now we'll have to deal with him boasting about his new partner."

"Great, he won't even chill now that we've got them together." Freeze muttered bitterly, being met with an offended slap against his helmet from the red and black jester.

#penguin 2004 #oswald cobblepot 2004 #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald copplepot #batman 2004 #the batman 2004

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seokjinsonlyone · 3 years

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this is how i think it’d go if you went to visit bts at work and gave them a little peck on the lips

namjoon:

you’d probably walk into his studio and he’d be at his desk headphones in playing back some beat or revising some lyrics

you’d come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck effectively stealing his attention away from the track

and that’s when you’d place a nice little peck on his lips

but that wouldn’t be enough for him so before you could even fully break apart he’d already be chasing your lips

he’d roll his chair around to properly face you placing one hand at the back of your neck bringing you back to him immediately slipping his tongue in your mouth

what once was a cute little greeting turned into a sensual experience as he gently massaged your tongue with his

and when he felt like he had his fill of you for the time being he pulled back, smiling, dimples on full display and said “hey, baby.”

the depth of his voice would send shivers down your spine and you would settle into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck picking up where he left off just bc he was done didn’t mean you were

seokjin:

you’d probably end up at hybe headquarters after seokjin called you when he was done with his day to get dinner together

you’d call him to let him know you’re outside and within a minute he’d be in your car

you’d lean over the center console to give him a peck to which he’d immediately complain

“woooowww i’ve been at work all day and that’s all i get”

you’d swallow down the urge to tell him that he not the only one that work in favor of rolling your eyes and pressing your lips to his again for a little longer

that wouldn’t be enough for him though “just one more,” he’d request.

“one more.”

he knew that asking for a kiss from you was a dangerous game

could feel it in the way he melted against you

could tell by the way he seriously thought about giving you one of his rolex watches you jokingly said you’d steal and sell

or one of his cars you said you’d steal and sell

thought about giving you the world just for one more kiss

yoongi:

with yoongi you’d probably enter his studio (he’s always in the studio) with the code he gave you

which the fact that you were the only one other than himself that had the code did inexplicable things to your heart you couldn’t really delve into without feeling like you were gonna explode

anyway you’d walk in the room and he already knew it was you like you said you were the only other one who could freely enter and he’d be at his monitor doing whatever producers do

“hey just gimme one sec”

and you knew how that one went sometimes it was actually just a few seconds sometimes it was a few hours until you had his attention but you didn’t mind you ain’t have anything else to do just wanted some company

you didn’t wanna disturb him too much but you couldn’t help yourself so you walked to him turned his head to face you and quickly kissed him before recoiling to the couch a few feet away

10-15 minutes later he was summoning you over to him, pulling you into his lap, and using his thumb and index finger to trap your chin bringing your lips back to his for a proper kiss

you sighed contentedly afterwards laying your head on top of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, showing you what he was working on

hoseok:

hobi was usually a super organized person liked for everything to have a place and everything to be in that place

but you were his little chaos and organization was definitely not his top priority when he was with you taking second place to soaking up every ounce of your presence in whichever way you would allow him

so really it was no surprise when he texted you asking if you’d seen his little notebook where he wrote his lyrics and whatever other ideas or thoughts popped into his head

it took a bit of searching to find but you had it and he was very fortunate you liked him it was the only reason you were willing to drop it off before work

you made sure to let him know he was the reason you looked ugly today the trip to his office severely cutting your usual routine and he made sure to let you know that a) you were beautiful no matter what and b) he would make it up to you

it was only your second time at the new building your first time was when he invited you along for their first look at the hybe insight museum so it was safe to say you had absolutely no idea where you were going despite the detailed instructions one of the staff gave you upon entry if you hadn’t run into taehyun you probably would’ve been running around that building for another hour

you were thoroughly unamused with the situation but hobi looked so cute and sheepish when you entered the practice room wrapping his arms around you immediately alternating between expressing his gratitude and regretfulness that you couldn’t help but press a small kiss to his mouth

an action you instantly regretted bc a) it caused him to start pressing kisses all over your face in return b) it caused an eruption of various forms of shouting from the six other boys you failed to notice upon entry

you pushed at his chest as heat flooded your body from embarrassment preparing to leave you were going to be late for work “be good” you told him personally before shouting “have fun!” at the other members

jimin:

your days off hardly coincided with jimin’s days off mostly bc he never really had days off always had to go in for one thing or another

but his days weren’t always jam packed some days like today he had a meeting in the morning and a meeting in the evening and not much else to do besides that

and he was the absolute worst at entertaining himself always needed to find someone else’s business to get into and as the object of his affection you were always his first choice

he tried not to bother you too much when you were busy though no matter how clingy he was and he was awfully clingy

if you two weren’t able to be joined at the hip in your free time you were definitely on the phone and if he wasn’t the object of your affection as well you would’ve started ignoring him a long time ago as it stands he was the best company

anyway he knew you were off today and had no plans other than finding a new anime to start so naturally when he found himself bored out of his mind he was in your ear purring down the line for you to come to him

it didn’t take too much convincing your attention span wasn’t on your side so you couldn’t really get into anything and even though you literally saw jimin yesterday you missed him :\

it’s why you didn’t hesitate to land a peck on his lips upon meeting him again and latching onto his arm firmly as he led you to one of the small practice rooms they had

“so tell me about your day”

you looked him over suspiciously he had that mischievous glint in his eye so you knew he was up to something

and you were right you weren’t more than two sentences in to your answer before he was pressing his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss

“i’m sorry continue”

“um...” your attention span really wasn’t with you and it was hard to retrace your train of thought with your lips tingling and the hairs on the back of your neck raised

you eventually found your mental footing and continued speaking about your day which had more or less turned into you ranting about haikyuu when again mid sentence he captured your lips between his own one hand tracing up and down your spine while the other held your head into place so he could lick into your mouth just the way he liked

“go on” he panted slightly breathless once you finally broke apart

“jimin...” you whined

he giggled at his own antics loved riling you up found it so cute how you couldn’t even try to keep the dreamy look off your face “you like me so much don’t you?” he asked with a self assured grin etched onto his face

you did

taehyung:

sometimes he felt so sorry to you hated cancelling on you because something came up or another thing ran over time

you were always cool with it tho never made a huge fuss of it which he was forever grateful for bc he really did love his job

but he really loved you too

he had to cancel three separate times just this week alone and he was missing you something bad

and even though he really wanted to take you out and do something nice for you like you deserved at this point he just wanted to see you

missed seeing you in person and having you in his arms

that’s how you found yourself on a bench tucked into a quiet corner of the upper garden at a table chairs side by side his hands toying with yours as you caught him up on your week so far

he was kinda obsessed with you and you loved it because having his undivided attention felt so so good

so you couldn’t help but close the gap, briefly pressing your lips to his

the slight blush that took over his cheeks had an insane amount of serotonin flooding your brain you loved him so much

even more so when he surpassed his bout of shyness and unabashedly brought you closer to him and attempted to make up for a week’s worth of lost kisses

jungkook:

sometimes life got busy for the both of you and even though you meant to meet up it just didn’t happen

but once you finished your work week you made it your mission to see him as soon as possible

you’d texted him when you got off and he told you he was finishing vocal practice then going to workout which left you with enough time to stop home and freshen up before he was done

as expected his trainer told you he was in the shower when you popped up so you decided to wait in the hallway for him to come out

“heeeeey what are you doing here”

you looked up from your phone to see your slightly damp very buff boyfriend grinning down at you

almost instantly you were hugging him arms wrapped around his waist before pulling back slightly pecking him on the lips

which set something off inside jungkook a shock ran down his body just from the feeling of your lips pressed against his

“let’s hang out” you agreed immediately “i just need to grab something from my studio first”

he laced your hands together dragging you alongside him and as soon as you entered the room he had you pinned against the door hands on your hips kissing you with far greater ferocity than you could have anticipated

and it’s like jungkook knew he missed you but he didn’t realize just how much until he had you in his arms your lips on his

kissing you felt like home and his introverted self never wanted to leave the house couldn’t even help the groan that escaped the back of his throat as you took control of the kiss and made a mental note to remember to never deprive himself of this pleasure again

one of his hands slid down your thigh lifting your leg until you got the hint to wrap both of them around his waist allowing him to show off his strength and grope you at the same time

“jk,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss

his lips were chasing yours the second you broke contact he didn’t care about breathing when a fire was spreading through his body

you indulged him for a few more seconds before breaking apart again

this time his lips traveled down your neck kissing and sucking until you were making the prettiest sounds for him

you felt like you were going to explode his hands were squeezing your butt and his lips were on your neck and you were going to explode

“jk...” you whined again tugging lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck

he made his way back up your neck pressing a hard kiss on your cheek before gently nudging your nose with his “hmmm?”

and suddenly you were staring directly into his eyes big and pretty and filled with stars shining just for you

you were going to explode “let’s get out of here”

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bunkerbucky · 3 years

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Casual Sabotage *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Reader is hit with sex pollen. Except she doesn't crave her boyfriend, Steve Rogers. No, it's his best friend, Bucky Barnes, that she wants inside of her. Bucky, in the beginning, is a good bro and refuses. But due to the fact she sucks his dick so good he kinda, sorta, loses that restraint and just fucks her regardless of who she belongs to.

Rating: Explicit [+18]

Warnings: Sex pollen= Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Rough blow-job, rough oral-sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink- Bucky has a big dick in this lmao, choking and biting kink, infidelity; Reader cheats on Steve.

TW: Dub-con- Reader is under sex pollen, so she actually cannot give consent and also because Bucky is so resistant in the beginning. It turns consensual on Bucky's part, he gives in to the temptation. But, obviously, reader is still influenced so... the lines are blurred.

Yourself and Bucky had searched the Hydra base from tippy-top to bottom. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which infuriated you a little. With the amount of recon work you both had to do, the long nights of watching the agents coming and going, you felt like you both deserved a small win, at least.

A long sigh escaped from your lips as Bucky's fingers typed furiously on the computers keyboard, a USB stick in hand just in case he found something exciting. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes scanning around the bases' security room, roaming the shelves and cabinets that held nothing of importance. A week of nothing, you wanted to cry.

"Hmm," Bucky low hum attracted your attention, "It says there's a basement to this building, we haven't checked that out." His steel eyes look over the screen and at you, you respond with a shrug of your shoulders. "We've got two hours before the cavalry arrives to pick us up, let's explore and see if we can obtain something to keep from Rogers from complainin'"

You giggle slightly at Bucky's comment, nodding in agreement with him. Steve would have a lot to say if you went back empty-handed, especially since he sent you both rather than himself. But you couldn't lie and say the thought of seeing Steve after so long didn't excite you. You had missed your boyfriend dearly, you weren't allowed on missions together since finally making things official. Work ethics and all that jazz.

Instead, you and Bucky had started to partner up, Steve didn't trust anyone but himself, and Bucky, to keep an eye out for you. Who better to watch over his best girl than his best friend, plus Bucky was your friend before you got with Steve.

"What if we go down there and there's a great, big monster waiting for us?" Sliding into the small elevator beside Barnes.

Bucky looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, "Then I'll be throwing you out as a distraction, so I can press the elevator door button to leave."

You both ended up laughing at his response, although when the doors finally did open and reveal a darkened basement layer... there was a moment of silence, you both side-eyeing one another at the lack of sound and movement.

Bucky stepped off first and the automatic lighting triggered him to pull his gun from its holster, his reflexes sharp and fast. You step off and follow Bucky down the hall towards double doors, the room through those doors was abandoned and huge. Desks with old computers, all smashed and out of use. Stacks of files and paper scattered on desks and the floor. Despite the mess, it all looks really promising, there had to be something amongst the chaos.

You both separate to cover more ground, you only had a limited time before you had to leave. You looked through paper and files, shuffling through stacks of meaningless bullshit. Hydra certainly kept a record of everything, including all the worthless crap. You wondered if they actually printed this stuff to lead you guys on wild goose chases like this, to make sure you were distracted with searching for something important amongst all their bullshit.

You ended up in the far back of the room, a small desk area had random empty vials littered across it. Files labelled in Russian, that you couldn't translate very well.

"Hey, Buck," You called over your shoulder as you lifted an empty vial, a cork tightly shoved in the top; curious. "Think I might've found something."

The vial itself was black, not black liquid, the vial was just black. It didn't feel weighted, it didn't feel like anything was moving inside of it. So, curiosity got the best of you because you yanked the cork off the vial. Black smoke puffed out and into your face causing you to inhale and go into a coughing fit. Waving your arms in front of your face, coughing at the inhalation of whatever was inside that vial.

It smelt like... old leather, peppermint toothpaste and...something else, like a deep musk. Odd.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bucky suddenly appeared at your side, a hand placed on your back and eyeing you with concern. He then grabbed the vial from your hand, it was clear and no longer black. "What happened?"

Your coughing had subsided, you felt fine. "I think there was some kind of smoke or whatever in there, I don't know. The black stuff just burst out, I was stupid-"

"Damn, right." Bucky looked mad, which was a given. "Hydra is known for making gas poisons, Y/N. That was a rookie move, never open strange vials." He didn't sound too mad at you, a little more concerned and worried.

You nodded, frowning when feeling the back of your neck sweating. You felt... hot. A sweat was taking over your body, your mouth was getting dry and your mind was going fuzzy. Bucky hadn't noticed, his eyes cast down to the Russian files on the desk, his hand flipping through the old pages and taking the information in with wide eyes. You briefly wondered if whatever is written in that file had anything to do with that vial.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered.

"What?" Your throat was scratchy, your breathing was becoming laboured and your palms were sweaty.

You didn't feel hot, though. You didn't feel sick either.

"Well, I'm guessing whatever was in that vial was... to put it plainly, sex pollen. It makes the patient unable to think of anything but sex, all they want and all they feel is lust. It's basically either used to breed or on prisoners- the pain of not getting off thoroughly enough can lead to the patient taking extreme measures: death." He shakes his head, you don't notice the horrified look In his eyes at the thought of maybe it being used on him when under Hydra's control. "You're likely fine, though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," You managed to gasp out, your thighs squeezing together and eyes closed, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you couldn't. "My head is spinning and, fuck, I need to get this off. I feel too hot, I'm burnin' up." Clawing at the collar of your own tact suit, your hands were shaking and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky.

You wanted to look at him though. You knew he was standing close to you because you could smell him, he smelt like the black smoke did. He smelt delicious, intoxicating in the best way. God, you wanted him so badly. You needed him.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, we'll get you back to Steve and he can-"

You shook your head and finally pulled the zipper down of your jacket, shrugging the bulletproof material off your shoulders.

"Need you." You managed to mumble out, lifting your gaze to Bucky, who was frowning and shaking his head. "Please, Buck. I need you! I can feel my skin crawling and-I'm in so much pain, please." Your voice a mix between a whine and beg.

"I can't- you're not thinking properly. Steve will be here soon and he can help you, he's your boyfriend, remember?"

You pulled the black, tight sleeved henley from your body and let it drop to the floor, it covered in sweat. You're standing in a sports bra and tact pants, chest heaving as you try to intake gulps of oxygen from your panting. Even with half your clothes off you still felt sweat bead and drip down your skin.

"I can't wait that long," You sniffled but no tears forming. "Please, I want you-I've always wanted you. You read the file, I'm going to die!"

Bucky continued to shake his head. "I won't do that Steve. It says that it took a couple of hours till that point, Steve'll be here soon and I'll explain to him what happened."

You groaned painfully, shaking your own head now. Not understanding why he couldn't just help you now. You were in immense pain and the throbbing heat in your core wasn't letting up.

You didn't want Steve to help you. You didn't need Steve to help you, it wasn't just because he wasn't here. You wanted Bucky. The smell of him, the heat radiating off his body when it was close to yours. You craved for him to touch you, to fuck you. You were sure the moment he touched you that the pain would ease, the flames that were consuming you would simmer down.

And you were certain that he wanted you too.

Taking the initiative you moved closer to Bucky, the short hairs on the back of your neck were drenched in sweat, you could feel it drip down your back. You placed a hand softly on his metal arm, the cool vibranium instantly cooling you down. Bucky let out a shaky breath and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together as he took in your features. You were sure you could see the fight in his eyes, he wanted to help you. To touch you.

It was frustrating that he wasn't giving in. That he wasn't falling to his desires.

"I won't tell Steve, I promise." You whispered and pressed a kiss to his collar, inhaling his scent and shuddering when it filled your senses. He wasn't pushing you away, but he also wasn't giving in to touching you back. "It can be our little secret. I know you'll make me feel really good, he won't be able to help me like you can."

Her other hand trailed down his chest and stopped at his belt, Bucky was too busy telling her everything he had already been saying. Telling you how you love Steve and Steve loves you. It would break Steve's heart if he found out about this talk from you if he knew what you were saying to Buck. You didn't care, not right now anyway. You had always found Bucky attractive and before getting with Steve you had entertained the thought of Bucky, but he was just getting back his life. A relationship seemed too much for him, well that's what you thought.

You didn't settle for Steve, that was never the case. You love Steve, you know that. But, right now, here with Bucky, you knew that he'd be able to help you with this- more than Steve could. Steve was a peaceful lover, an attentive one. You needed this illness fucked out of you- at least, that's what your hazy brain was telling you.

Your hand slipped under his belt, a wide grin taking over your face at Bucky's shock, words choking out as you wrapped a hand around his dick. A sense of pride coming over you as he began to get hard in your hand, a few quick jerks as started to undo his pants with your free hand. Bucky was stunned into silence and compliance, unable to stop you just from the fact he hadn't been touched like this in a while.

He came to his senses when you noticed you get to your knees, his pants undone and pulled down his muscular thighs. Bucky slapped your hands away and tries to pull his pants back up, but you were putting up quite the fight. You roughly pushed him back, he ended up falling to the ground due to his pants restricting his movements. In the moments he fell down and was trying to figure out what happened, you had pulled down his boxers and gulped dryly at his semi-hard length.

"You're so big," You mumbled before wrapping your lips around the tip, a loud groan echoed through the room from Bucky.

You could feel him growing inside of your mouth as you tried to take more of him down, slobbering up his dick and licking around the shaft. Pulling off to run your tongue around the veins and down to his balls, gently suckling them into your mouth as you jerked his length till it was fully standing erect. You smirked to yourself at all of the noises Bucky was making, a hand being placed on your hair- which normally you hated Steve's hand in your hair, but you'd allow Bucky this time.

"Fuck my throat," spit was around your mouth and down your chin, "fuck my throat with your big cock."

Bucky's eyes were wide and lust-filled, there was still a hesitancy from him. A dilemma going on in that head of his, so you wrapped your lips around his cock again and started to slowly take him down. He was bigger than Steve, so much bigger, but that only spurred you on. You wanted him to roughly fuck your throat, you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat even after this.

You felt both his hands on your head... he started to push your head further down, the tip hit the back of your throat and you still hadn't taken all of him. He started to ease past your limitations, your eyes filled with tears as he stuffed your mouth impossibly full. Your lips stretched wide around his girth, he could feel your throat constrict around him and the slight gag you couldn't help because of how far he was down your throat.

"Fuck, so good." Bucky groaned lowly, eyes completely black and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You knew your panties were soaking, a slickness collecting on your thighs as you rubbed them together, the flimsy material of your underwear was sticking to you and making you rub yourself just to alleviate the friction. "I'll deal with your pussy in second, right now I'm going to fill this hole up."

It was like Bucky snapped, the trepidation he was feeling before was long gone. It was now replaced with this new Bucky, and you loved him.

He wasn't merciful when he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls were slapping against your chin harshly. The grip in your hair was harsh as he pushed and pulled your head to meet his hard thrusts, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he basically skull fucked you. Loud gagging sounds, your throat squeezing his cock as you fought for air, he only eased up when you looked like you were going to pass out. It was seconded worth of air before he repeated his onslaught, spit and cum was dribbling down your chin and onto your chest and sportsbra. Bucky kept his eyes on you, it made you shiver how he was looking at you.

Bucky didn't warn you when he was about to cum, instead, he held your head down, almost shoving his entire cock down your throat as loads of his cum spurted out and shot straight down your throat into your tummy. You hardly tasted his cum because of how far he was down your throat. He groaned as he came, swallowing thrusting his hips into your mouth as he milked his orgasm. He pulled you off his cock, it was still hard, thankfully.

He helped pull you to your feet then undressed you, roughly pulling the sports bra off your chest and yanking your pants down your legs. He ripped your panties to shreds and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor, his hungry gaze took in your shaking, naked form. Your thighs were glistening from your arousal and it was still leaking from your pussy, hardly any attention to it made you needy and wishing to be stuffed full.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice made you shiver.

You turned around and felt Bucky place a hand on your shoulder, bending you over the desk where you found the vial. The pieces of paper clinging to your sweaty skin and making you keen into his touch more. He kicked your feet further apart, a hand tickling the insides of your thighs and collecting your sweet juices. Expecting to feel fingers prodding around your entrance, instead, you felt a firm tongue lick from clit to fluttering hole, it dipping inside and collecting the juices wanting to leak out of you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream, his tongue was exploring so far into your pussy, his hands gripped your cheeks apart so he could push further inside of you. Tongue fucking you so roughly and expertly, your eyes almost went crossed out from the feeling. You didn't know you could be tongue fucked this good, but Bucky just lived to prove you wrong. The slurping sounds and moans from the man behind you, he lifted and bent your knee to rest on the table; opening you up further for his trained tongue.

"You're gonna have to let me have a taste of this everyday from now on, baby." Bucky groaned against your pussy, mouth closing around your clit as he sucked harshly, your mouths drowning out his own. "Taste so good," the tip of his tongue running figure eights on your engorged clit.

Bucky must've stayed between your legs for minutes, but it felt like hours. He pulled two back-to-back orgasms from you, only using his tongue. When he was done eating your pussy, he stood up and draped himself over your back, an arm wrapping around your neck as he breathed heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock nudge up against your pussy, sliding and coating himself in your juices.

"You ready for me?" You whined your response, trying to push yourself back against him but his arm tightened around your throat- not restricting your airflow. "Think your little pussy can take my dick, dolly?" You nodded in a rush, needing it inside of you otherwise you was going to die. "I've got you," The tip nudges against your entrance and began to push inside, the stretch was painful but welcoming. "Daddy's got you."

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the more he pushed his thick length in the more you moaned. He wasn't even half-way in when you started to babble about how he was too big for you, how he wouldn't fit inside of you. That only made Bucky want to prove you wrong, want to prove that you were made to take him. He started to thrust shallowly, rocking his length in and out of you, impaling you on him more whenever he pushed forward.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stopped and remained inside of your tight, heat for a moment. Relishing in the way you were split open around his cock, your walls were spasming around him and he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. You felt so tight, so warm and wet around him, suddenly envious that Steve got to have you all the time. But he was planning on ruining you, to make sure the next time you fucked Steve it wouldn't feel as good.

He was going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you'd be wishing Steve was this big.

"Hang on, baby." That was the only warning you got.

Bucky started to pummel inside of you, his thrusts were hard and fast, his cock was kissing your cervix. You really could only just lay there and take it, your mouth open as moans were ripped from you, eyes rolling back as he kept impaling his girth inside of you. He was hitting spots so deep you knew you'd be feeling him for days afterwards, you'd be walking with limp and sore, it was worth it.

The way he was fucking you, it was as if he had something to prove.

The sound of skin slapping skin, his grunts and groans right beside your ear. His arm around your neck, clenching and cutting your airflow off at times, had you cumming within seconds and he still didn't let up. He didn't stop and fucked you through your third orgasm.

Your mind was starting to come down from the pollen, the pain and fever you were feeling had gone. Replaced now with pleasure and pain, a mix you didn't think you were into but now couldn't get enough of. All you could think and feel was Bucky Barnes. This was no longer the effects of the pollen anymore, this was pure you and riding on the afterglow of Bucky fucking you like you needed.

"Harder." You mumbled through heavy pants, tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

A smirk crossed his features, metal arm holding your hip in a bruising grip. Complying with your order and snapping his hips hard into your heat, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back out and repeating. It causes your back to arch, pressing your pussy back against his thrusts with little mewls leaving your lips.

"Kiss me." You plead breathlessly.

Bucky doesn't falter with that demand either. Draping himself over your body again and pressing his plump lips against yours, the kiss is far more gentle than his thrusts, but it still has you moaning against him. He was kissing you like you was fragile, yet fucking you like you were some kind of sex toy that he was using just to jerk off into. It was making your head spin and your pussy needy for more.

"You gonna come again?" Bucky chuckled against your ear, you nodded sharply and cried in pleasure when he bit your shoulder, cumming on the spot when his teeth dug into your flesh. "Mm'good girl." He mumbled as he licked at the tender spot, you could feel his hips stuttering their pace.

"Cum in me." You grinned and he cursed lowly, eyes squeezing shut. "Want you to fill me up, daddy. Fuckin' fuck a baby into me, fill me up."

The arm around your neck was pulled away, hand splaying across your back as he started to thrust into you in tight, fast and hard thrusts. Using your body to seek his own pleasure now, you were biting your lip at the thought of him filling you up. Not even caring if he actually did knock you up, you needed his cum inside of you.

Bucky found his end after a few careful thrusts, warm ropes of his seed filling you up and then some, he filled you up so much that it started to seep out around his cock. He groaned at the mess he made inside of you, he carefully pulled out of your abused cunt to see your hole clenching, trying to keep his creamy load inside of yourself. He had to look away because if he kept staring he'd get hard again, he didn't think you could take another round or load.

You remained bent over the desk and trying to catch your breath, his human hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back. Before you or Bucky could say something a buzzing sound captured both of your attention, it was coming from Bucky's pant pocket. He left you to retrieve his phone, eyes scanning over the device for a moment before he looked at you.

"Steve is waiting at the extraction point for us," You nodded mutely and you both got dressed in mutual silence.

He helped you to look presentable, ignoring the fingerprint bruise on your hip and the obvious bite mark on your shoulder. You were unsure how to explain any of that to Steve, you were also unsure how to explain what happened to Bucky. Obviously, you had still had those feelings for him, right? Otherwise, you would have been able to wait for Steve, it was like all sense of self-control had left you and only Bucky remained in your mind.

As you both left the base in awkward silence, treking the five miles towards the extraction zone, you wondered if you would have craved for Bucky if you was with Steve. If after all this time it was Bucky and not Steve you wanted.

All you knew was that Bucky had ruined you. You could still feel the impression of him inside of you, the way he had so deliciously stretched you open and impaled you on him. The way he had roughly fucked your throat like it was nothing but a hole to get off into. He had fucked you, in more ways than one.

(Please, let me know what you think! I’m also taking requests too! Honestly, kinda wanna write a part 2 where Reader tries to have sex with Steve but fakes her orgasm just to go to Bucky... I’m a bad person, I just think Bucky would be better than Steve tbh lol~ Lilith)

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x female reader #steve rogers x reader

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blissfulparker · 3 years

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Driving First class→T.H

Parings: mechanic!tom x reader

Summary: A bitter fight with your now ex has you taking your car instead of a train for a business trip. Although out of your pettiness and anger, your car breaks down and you are left in the middle of nowhere but luckily Tom sees your distress and the man who works on the car is your best rescue. But he works on you other ways both Physically and emotionally

Warnings: Dom!tom, sub!reader, degrading(only slightly), sex on top of a car, squirting, oral, unprotected sex (this is fictional please use protection!), orgasm denial, power struggle, Tom being scared of women for two seconds

Word count: 5.5k

A/n: yeah so idk why I got so horny all the sudden and wrote this. Tbh...I like this version of tom, whatever this is I kinda like it. Let me know what you guys think, if you want to see more or less but I present to you: the first full fic I’ve written in months!(also I know barely anything about cars so I’m sorry if it’s cringy😭)

“Fuck! Shit! Dammit! Fuck! Fuck!” You scream. Hitting your hands against the steering wheel. Such a stupid idea with a stupid end result how could you not expect it?

Taking a car instead of a plane or a train across the country to avoid your ex on a business trip. Thinking you were being more bold and brave, proving you never needed him in the first place when now you sit stranded out in the middle of nowhere with a smoking engine and only hours until sunset and you’re sweating your ass off in a suit. A suit, who the hell wears a suit on a road trip?

Your Phone only having one bar and giving you 20%, you’re doomed. Doomed to be stranded out here and either killed by a maniac or killed by a bear. If London even had bears you would be killed by one. Wanting to cry and scream and maybe a train seat next to your ex who cheated was a better option than crying in your grandpa’s old Chevy that you thought was a better idea than the Tesla or the BMW. Anything would’ve been a better idea than this one but for once you couldn’t let go of the fiery side to you and just got in a car with your middle finger to your ex thinking you were so much better than a first class seat with expensive champagne.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You say to yourself. Your hands run over your face. As dramatic as you can be you think you feel the end coming. The smoke from the engine never dies down and the sun is getting hotter and hotter. No more bubble gum pop plays from the radio but instead the sound of birds chirping and your paranoia of a bear eating you eats at your ears. You think maybe you should’ve sent that drunk ‘I miss you’ text to your ex back two nights ago when you were drunk to maybe just feel his dick once more and get on a stupid train with him but now you are—

“Miss?” A knock at your window causes you to jump. Screaming as you are met with the face of a man and grabbing your pepper spray from the keys and pointing. Even though the window was rolled up you still point and he backs up with his hands up.

“What the fuck!” You scream as you lower the pepper spray. You don’t know when, don’t know how, but now pulled in front of you was a black SUV that was in much better shape than your car. A man who wore a tight white shirt and had sweet chocolate brown curls stood with a scared look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve seen your smoke some while back and...and you were slumped over your steering wheel and needed to make sure I didn’t need to call police.” He explained very rushed. You place your hand over your heart, calming yourself as you reached to roll down your window so you can properly talk to him. A harmless boy who was probably on his way home.

“I’m fine.” You almost groan as you put your pepper spray back down. Running your hands over your face once again. Tom takes in how nice you look, black suit and neatly painted nails, you looked expensive so what was such an expensive girl like you doing in such a dirty old car like this?

“You got smoke coming from your car, you don’t look fine miss.” He looks at the cloud that still comes from your car. He has a worried look. You hate that you make the assumption of him being a man so he will know how to fix it but at the same time he was an Angel sent from Heaven,

“The engine blew out...at least I think…” you trail off. Honestly you didn’t know anymore, The last time you worked with a car was when you were 15 and before your grandpa died. The only person who truly taught you about cars now seemed to be reincarnated into the Greek god in front of you.

“Mind if I take a look?” He asked and you nodded as you popped the hood.

Stepping out of your car you join the boy in the front. Taller than him in the heels you wore having him look up at you as if you were the Angel sent down in the moment.

He doesn’t hesitate to dig his fingers into your car. Feeling the overheated engine and you watched as his eyes went in shock and his sigh. You were fucked. Utterly fucked and no, it wasn’t by some hot guy on a plane like you wished in the moment.

“She’s busted.” He looked at you. You almost want to roll your eyes and go ‘thanks’ as if you already didn’t know that. “I might be able to fix her up, gotta take her back to the shop and see what I can do but other than that she’s no good for a ride.” He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at you again.

“You mean it’s like broken broken down?” You start to panic even more. Ruining the BMW was far more worth it than the ‘57 Chevy you drove. No one made a car like this anymore and you adored it. Every chip of paint, every dent, each faded seat you loved as your own.

“I can see what I can do.” He shrugged. He starts to walk to his car, opening the trunk to hook your busted vehicle up to his and drag it back to where he just came from. As he starts to hook up your car you only just stare, watching as he does his work. He rubs his now oily hands on his pant leg before he looks up at you.

“You wanna hop in the front?” He asked and you started walking to your car and he let out a laugh. “No I meant my car, Angel.”

The random man that pulls over on the side of the road, has you pointing your pepper spray one moment ago now has you acting like a idiot as he was so pretty and a gift sent just for you.

“Right,” you walk around to the passengers seat. “Sorry.” You cleared your throat as you sat and waited in silence. Waiting for him to come around and when he does he doesn’t say anything but just starts up the car.

“You’re not going to kill me are you?” You looked over to him who has a goofy grin on his face.

“No sweetheart.” He shakes his head and you sigh in relief. As if he would even tell you that he was going to kill you. “You’re not going to kill me are you? With that spray you’ve got?” He teased and you shook your head.

“No, and sorry, I was just panicked and you are—“ you started but he lets a low laugh that you find so attractive.

“No I get it, you’re fine.” He stared back at the road. You were so use to the city, the tall building and the blinding lights you never really got to see the beauty of London outside of it. The gorgeous countryside you never knew existed actually did. But the countryside only lasted for so long before you were in a town filled with some of the cutest shops and was like a small city. So cute and so tiny.

“You wear heels on a road trip?” He broke the silence again and this time you’re looking at the four inch shoes.

“I-well-“ you looked and sounded like a proper idiot. You worked for one of London’s best businesses and now you were stumbling over your words, “well...yes? I’m on a business trip.” You admit and he looks back at the busted vehicle.

“I don’t know what business you work for but them sending you in a—“ he starts and you shake your head.

“No, no, that is mine. I thought—I didn’t want to go on a train and—it’s just complicated. A complicated stupid mess.” You tell him and he tilts his head as if he was agreeing.

“Well, I’ll see how well I can get you out of the complicated stupid mess.” He flashed a smile before he turned into what looked like a garage. A large garage that was filled with cars of all types, from new to old there were cars that had looked like they had been worked on for days as Tom pulled his car up and turned it off.

“We have some water in the front if you need some and there's a bathroom in the back. Make yourself a home, I'll get started.” and so for once, instead of just staring at him as if he was a piece of art hanging in the louvre, you search for the bathroom and the water he was talking about.

Leaving him to pop back open your hood, you walk into the bathroom and run cold water over your face. Feeling yourself relax at the feeling of finally getting the heat from the sun out of your face. Facing yourself in the mirror, you stare long and hard at yourself. The dimly lit bathroom, the achy feeling in your feet from being so stupid and wearing heels, the fact you broke down in god know what part of london but now you are in a mechanic shop and you are letting some random person fix up your beloved car.

“Should’ve just gotten on the train.” you groan as you take a paper towel and dry your face. Reaching for the door and walking back out to the garage where tom was now in a white tank top that was stained black all over, he had a towel over his shoulder as he worked at your car. You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you are completely mesmerized by the man in front of you.

Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train.

“Fuck!” Tom almost hits his head on the hood of the car as he sees you. You think he had curly hair at the start, now he had hair that kind of stuck to his forehead from the heat and sweat of your car. His hands are covered in black oils and he wipes them on the towel. “You scared me.” he lets out a breath as if he held it in and you take a seat at the stool next to the table filled with tools as he walks over to it.

“Sorry,” you say as you look at the car and try not to make it obvious you want to fuck him right now. A complete stranger that picked you up, you want to fuck. What if he did want to kill you? What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or a family of kids? What if-

“You hear me?” he was closer to you than ever and you felt your whole body go weak.

“I'm so sorry,” you shake your head. “What did you say?’

He lets out that stupid pretty laugh of his again as he puts tools back in the tool box. Cleaning up the mess he just made he repeats himself.

“I said, your car is so old that they don't make the part I need to fix her up anymore. Luckily I know a guy who has the part but it will take a few days to come in. the engine is completely busted and i think if i go a year up in model I can put it in just right. But for now she needs to cool off. She’s not gonna be able to drive for a while.” he gives you almost a pout and you slouch your shoulders.

“So I'm screwed?” your brows raised and he gave you a pressed lipped look.

“Im sorry angel, I got a spare room at my place or there is a bed and breakfast up the road I can drop you off at but for now there is nothing I can do.” he says and you sigh. Maybe you want to cry, scream, throw something but Tom notices it all at once as he watches your head drop.

Tom grew up around boys. His whole life was wrestling with his brothers and working on cars. He never dealt with girls crying. Even when he had girlfriends they typically left when they were crying but now he has a crying girl right under his roof after he worked on her car. It did take everything in him to not ask why she used the old thing but he knew a lot more was happening than just a beat down old car.

“I'm sorry. I should thank you, not cry.” you sniffled as you looked up at him who was on his knees crouched down for you. Face to face, he had a concerned look.

“I have a feeling that car isn't why you’re crying.” he didn't know how to play therapist and mechanic but tonight he would.

“I was so stupid not to just get on the train. God, I would have already been there by now and all because I didnt want to sit next to my stupid cheating ex who I thought I was so much better than if I just got in this old thing and drove there myself.” you wipe your eyes and he hands you a tissue but you shake your head.

“He sounds like a shit guy.” He spoke and you nodded.

“He is, but he was the only one that gave a shit about me and now I'm here like an idiot. Well, not an idiot...no, yeah. An idiot. You're really nice and sweet though so thank you.” you try and give him a smile and he stands up.

“Get up.” he groans a bit as he stretches his legs. “C’mon sweets, get up. I’m not going to let you cry over a guy who treated you like shit. You drink?” he asked and you nodded. “I have some beer in the fridge, you already had a shit day let's not cry about it.”

You don't know if you wanted to throw the wrench at him or if you needed him to say that. Either way he sets an ice cold beer in front of you and pops open the top for you.

Probably making more money than everyone in this town, you never thought you would plop down on a nearly broken bar stool in the middle of a car mechanic shop and drink away your feelings with a random man you just met today. You didnt even know his name, nor did he know yours but he listened to everything you had to say about your ex boyfriend who was probably fucking some model right now while you for once felt like you didnt have to play pretend nice in front of someone. How you don't know what god above sent this man in front of you but he did and he listened to each of your problems, nodding and not saying anything back as he just listened to everything.

“I used to work on cars too.” you look over at the cars and he raises his brows.you had finally stopped crying so much, realizing what was happening and where you were but you felt like a weight was taken off your shoulders when you told him everything. Not even your best friend could make you feel like that.

“Penthouse princess used to work on cars?” he teased and you only nudged his shoulder.

“Wow, penthouse princess?” you repeat back to him with a playful smile and he nods.

“Never got your name and you live in a penthouse and act like a princess.” he takes a sip of his beer and you finally extend your hand to meet his.

“(y/n).” you shook his dirty one but wow were his hands thick. You could feel each callous and feel each crooked finger. Your mind went to dirty places and you think maybe he caught on as he watched your legs cross over themselves as you shook his hand.

“Tom.” his thumb swiped over yours as he shook your hand. The feeling made you swallow hard and him smirk just a bit for himself. Before you could get too comfy you walked over to a truck that already had its hood popped open. You stumble a bit in your heels and the uneven ground and Tom is quick to follow you to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

“That's the engine.” you point. And he nods, his hand is on his hips as he watches you point and explain. “That's the brake pad, that's where you put in the oil…” you trail on and Tom nods as you get everything correct.

“Very good, darling.” he nods impressed and you look over at him with a smirk.

“What? No penthouse princess?” you're close to him. You didn't realize how close he was to you before you turned around and are almost chest to chest with him.

“Mmh, you have a preference?” he teased and you look down at your feet. You're still taller than him, but you think even without the heels on you would be either taller or the same height as him. You were always told that you were the one in control, always the one in demand which seemed to be a complaint by your ex.

“Mmh,” you lean in close enough to where your chest is gently pressed against his. “I'm not sure yet.” you let your hand go to the strap of his tank top, its dirty with oil before you let your hands go down and touch the muscle. Feeling just how strong he was, he was pretty tanned too. He was both toned and tanned as he watched your hands trail down to the bottom of his shirt.

His hands rested on your waist. Holding you tight in place and maybe in the moment he was the shorter on but he was always in control. Always.

“You seem so indecisive, do you want to drive or get on a train? Get back with a man or stay away? You don't even know where you want to sleep at night but you still act like you're so in control.” he almost mocks, giving you the same pout you had throughout the entire night and it shocked you.

“I know what I want.” you nearly snarl back and he clicks his tongue.

“Yeah?” he almost whispers as he leans in for your ear. “Prove it.”

You don't know when or how but his lips quickly land on yours. In a rough fight for dominance he has his hands wrapped around your thighs and has you picked up and laid down on one of the cars with a hood down. You don't realize it's your car with his hood down until you brace yourself on the hood. Stripping of your suit jacket and fiddling with your pants button but tom is already on it. He's down on his knees, undoing the straps of your shoes as he lets his hands go up and undo the buttons of your pants. Having you nearly completely naked in front of him, that's not exactly what he was going for as he picks you up from the hood as has you on your knees in front of him.

“Was so cute, you thought you were going to get exactly what you wanted.” his hand was dirty as it stroked your face but landed a grip on your chin. Pulling you in close, your head in between his thighs looking up at him with pleading eyes. You almost whimper, you were on your knees for a man you didn't know and you were almost whimpering.

“Dont act stupid.” he nearly spit at you as he leaned back. Your hands are going to unzip his pants but he stops you. Forcing you to rest your hands on his thighs as he pulls himself out of his pants. You swallowed hard as he was bigger than you had expected--far bigger than your ex as you felt like your mouth was watering as he used his thumb to stroke over the tip.

“Stick your tongue out.” he told you. You gladly stuck your tongue out with your mouth wide and ready to take him. He had one grip on your jaw and the other guiding his cock into your mouth. You start to suck but that's not what he wanted. He held your jaw in place as he thrusted up into you.

“Thats a good girl,” he hissed as he used your mouth as if it was his own personal toy. You reached to stroke what couldnt fit in your mouth and he let out an airy laugh. “What a little whore you are.” he shook his head. “So desperate, is this not enough for you? Sucking on my cock not enough for you?” he taunted you and you only moan—or at least try to moan and he laughs.

“What was that darling? I can't seem to hear you?” he teased and you only whined more with your mouth around him. You play a game with yourself where you think you can make him cum like this. Making him cum this early would mean that you always were more incharge from the start. But you barely know him, you don't know how long he can last.

“Get up.” he pulls your head off of him. His cock still hard as it fell onto his stomach and you were drooling with his precum. Your eyes don't even look up at him you look at the redness of his cock, how you want more of it and maybe you were the whore like he said.

“Look at me,” he pulled you up, now face to face with him. His hand that was free slips in between thighs, teasing as he gets closer and closer to your core and he clicks his tongue again. “Such a dirty girl, don't even want to look at me, say thank you, you just look at my cock wanting more. You want more?” he strokes your cheek and you nod. “What was that? A moment ago I thought I was talking to one of the richest girls in London but now I feel like I'm talking to just some whore--” he starts to talk but your lips are already on his. You straddle his hips. Extremely unsturdy but he quickly picks you up and flips you over. As much as he'd loved to see what you look like on top of him. Tits bouncing for him and trying to hold on, here was not the best place. He would get a better view later, he just knew it.

For now he flips you over on your stomach. You're pressed up against the car as he wraps his hand around your waist and uses his fingers for a bit.

“So fucking tight.” he slides in slowly at first. Making you gasp and him hiss. “That other boy fuck you like this?” he asked but you were too busy trying to feel more of him. His hand comes down to your ass and in shock you yelp. “I asked you a question, don't say you don't know manners either.'' He was close to your ear and you shook your head no.

“No!” you nearly cry out as he pushes into you. Completely filling you up. You feel tears perk at the corner of your eyes for how desperately you needed him. You even push back on him and he lets out a soft laugh. “H-he's never fucked me like this, god tom please move!” you cry out. His hands come to your waist and he clicks his tongue again.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he teased as he pulled himself fully out and pushed himself fully back in. you cry out, not caring who heard you, you cried out as he fucked into you like you two were the last people on earth.

“Fuck youre so tight.” he threw his head back as he held on to your hips. You felt yourself give up under him. There was no use in you trying to take control anymore when he did this to you. Had you dumbed down just for his dick.

“I need to cum tom.” you cry out. You try and open your eyes to look back at him who has created a rhythm for your body. His head is thrown back and he shakes his head.

“No.” was all he said and you nearly cry more. “Not yet.” was all he said as he went faster.

“Please, please, please.” you begged between a mixture of moans and cries. Reaching back to hold his hands but he quickly moved them to wrap around your waist and touch your clit. Using his thumb to rub gentle circles you nearly

“So cute when you whine like that.” he chuckled. You felt him twitch, knowing he was close too, you clenched your walls around him. You could barely hear his gasp but you have your cheek pushed up against the hood of your car that got you here in the first place.

“Fuck,” he struglld to moan out. “C-Cum for me.” he sped up and your whole body went numb. You swear you pass out for a moment as all you hear are his moans and the sudden feeling of him stopping.

Both heavy breathing you slowly move yourself to get up, at least turn yourself around so you can face a clearly stunned tom. His mouth open just a bit and his eyes are wide.

“Y-you squirted.” he tells you and suddenly you go from feeling like the sexiest person alive to feeling your body heat up in full embarrassment.

“I-i'm so sorry i-i didn't know-” you start to stammer as you reach for your shirt to clean him up but he shakes his head still trying to catch his breath.

“No, It was hot.” he says as his shock turns into a small smirk, cocky that he was able to do that. “Fuck, have you ever done that before?” he asked.

Your cheeks heated up, even though he couldn't see the clear embarrassment you nodded. One time, years ago when you were by yourself. You hadn't touched yourself in over a month and it was just the highest setting of your vibe and the hottest porn star you could find that had done it to you. Never ever had an actual man been able to make you do that. Hell, you were lucky if your ex even made you cum.

“O-Once, once but I was by myself.” you swallowed hard, you could already see the smirk on his face as he knew he was so much better than anyone you had ever had. He didn't even know your ex partners but if he could get you to do that the first time he fucked you then even you knew you didn't need anyone else.

He uses his clean shirt to clean you up. Helping you slip back on your underwear and making sure that you could still walk--you barely could. He helps you into his car. Letting you cool down a bit before he drove out of the garage, driving down the road and it was only about a minute until you arrived at the cutest house you had ever seen.

He lifted you out and brought you inside, passing you clothes that were far better to sleep in than a suit and your completely ruined underwear, you found yourself getting comfy under his bedsheets.

“So im guessing im not going to the bed and breakfast for the night?” you nuzzled into the sheets that smelt of ocean spray and cedarwood. This man was some sort of god, you swore on it.

“Hmm, no. unless you still want to.” he slides under the sheets himself. His hands dont touch you but you gladly lean in and wrap your arms around him. He at first stills, stiffens his whole body before he relaxes for you. He didn't even know what he was thinking. First he helps the pretty girl he worried was dead on the side of the road and now he has her in his bed after having one of the best orgasms of his life.

“No,” you hum against his chest. “If you don't mind.” but it wasn't a question. This time you take control over the situation and fall quickly asleep in his arms. He only lays there, waiting for you to find yourself fully asleep.

Fuck that stupid train, fuck your stupid ex, and fuck him.

Dark roast and sizzling eggs fill your nose. You wake up with puffy eyes, from crying last night embarrassingly in Tom's arms you look down and see you're only in a random stained tee and your underwear. In a way,you thought you hit your head hard enough on the steering wheel that all of this was a dream but it was real. You lay in a grey sheeted bed and hear the sound of music come from the kitchen.

Ideally, if you got on the train, you would have woken up in a hotel with a view of the city and probably eat half of a bagel and drink rich coffee from the breakfast bar before being off to your first conference of the day. But you were instead naked in the bed of a man who was helping you fix your car.

You stumble out of the bed, your legs wobbly, feeling as if you did a hardcore work out you nearly wince. What the man did was something you swore was only in porn. You don't know what kind of magic fucked him over while he works on cars but his fingers were skilled.

“Woah, woah,” Tom came over to you. Plaid boxers and no shirt, you think you died and went to heaven. Your car exploded and you died and went to heaven and if this is what it was then you were perfectly okay with that. “You okay?”

You nod, sitting at the island and only watching him. You knew you had to say a word soon but you didn't know what to say.

“Not so sure how you liked your eggs so I made them scrambled because that's personally how I like them but I can make them any other way you like-” he starts to go off and you only nod.

“No, I like scrambled.” When was the last time you had a breakfast like this? You grew up with servants and your parents are always gone. You never had a breakfast as simple as this.

He gave you a smile, you walked over to the coffee machine and poured coffee into the mug that was already out.

“Not sure if you were a coffee or tea type of person, if you-” before you could listen to his ramble again you shook your head.

“I like coffee. Coffee for the morning and tea typically in the evening.” you tell him and he gives a smile and a sweet nod.

“Me too.” was all he said before he remembered what was happening. “Hey, when do you have to be at that business trip? Or whatever it was?” you nearly spit out the coffee as he brings it up. You knew everything that was happening but honestly you were holding on to the concept you died and went to heaven but you had a conference in probably an hour and who the hell knows where you are.

“You know what,” your heart suddenly calms down. The panic subsides as you take another sip of that coffee. “Fuck them. They have waited for others before and they can wait for me. Fuck the trip, fuck the car and fuck my ex.” you felt good saying it. Tom slid you a plate of eggs and toast and you smiled.

“The car is still better than the train?” He remembers how all of this is about you and your ex fighting and you not wanting to sit on the train next to him.

With a smile, with everything that had happened within the past 24 hours, you pick up the plate and turn to tom.

“I don't think I should've taken the train.”

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honemura · 2 years

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SHUFFLE × The Numbing Noir Neige Black Snow/Episode 3

〈A few days later〉

Kohaku: "Hmm… This is the rumored "European Village" I wondered what it'd be like to recreate the local buildings. Does the real Europe has this kinda atmosphere..?"

Rei: "Oh. I, too, have often traveled abroad, and the atmosphere is completely natural This brick architecture looks just like the town where I studied And the church in the distance… It is so well done that it's hard to believe it's only a replica of the real thing"

Nagisa: "…I remember this village was developed during the bubble era theme park boom …I heard that the park was opened when the whole country was booming and continued to operate at a modest pace but it has been working at a loss for many years and was recently closed down"

Rei: "Oh, well. Ran-kun knows a lot Yes, it was an unfortunate end for a theme park, but this old-fashioned atmosphere is very much in keeping with the local character Ran-kun is familiar with the local scenery, isn't he? I heard that you had experience abroad as well"

Nagisa: "…Me? That's right, I think I know a thing or two … I'm not doing anything big enough to go study abroad, though"

Mayoi: "You are all amazing… I've never been to a foreign country… I have not traveled much in Japan, let alone abroad. The only notable trip I have taken was to Hokkaido for the SS qualifying round"

Ritsu: "Well, idol work involves stuff like regional location shooting, and I guess that's enough for some of the indoorsy types, right? I'm not the type of person who wants to travel too far unless I have something to do at my parents' house Familiar places are the best. Futons, beds…🎵"

Mayoi: "R-right..! I think it's the best to be in the place you are used to..! Ufufu. I was wondering what I would do if everyone in the Shuffle Unit had too much life experience, but I'm glad you could relate" (whisper)"And it's not just Sakuma-san, but Ritsu-san as well… When you get in contact with him, he's not as scary a person what you've heard from parents"

Ritsu: "Huh? What's the matter with me?"

Mayoi: "N-no! It's nothing! For that matter, Kohaku, do you have any travel experience? At least, you seem you've never been to Europe"

Kohaku: "Yeah, I haven't had that experience either I'm relieved t'hear ya are the same as me in this regard, Mayoi-han. Even this European village is so out of the ordinary that I was afraid I was the only one who felt out of place Well, we're shooting after this, and it doesn't look like we'll have time to worry 'bout that"

Rei: "Hm. Seems like the staff is gathering Let's greet everyone right away. It looks like little miss has already arrived at the site and is inspecting the situation It will be a good idea to tell them our roles and names so that they will remember us"

Nagisa: "…Yes, that's right. We're new actors, and we should be more polite than usual"

Rei: "Thank you, staff, for coming together for us! I am Sakuma Rei, and I will be playing the role of Hardey, the Reaper of Condemnation in the upcoming production I will give a performance that will live up to the honor of being selected for the lead role. I look forward to your continued support"

Nagisa: "…I am Ran Nagisa. I will be playing the role of The Gravekeeping Reaper. Please give me your best regards …I'm not very good at playing but I will do my best by communicating with all the staff members"

Kohaku: "Uhh, m'name is Oukawa Kohaku, the new idol who plays the role of a Half-Reaper Boy I'm a strong singer, but if there's anything wrong with my intonation, I'd appreciate ya guidance!"

Mayoi: "O-oh, I'm also a newcomer, I'm Ayase Mayoi, who plays The Freezing Reaper… I-I have a bit of stage fright, but I'll do my best!"

Ritsu: "I'm Sakuma Ritsu. I'll be playing the role of The Eternal Reaper I'm happy to be able to create this wonderful work of art with you"

Rei: "It seems that everyone was able to greet the staff properly. Good boys Well, let's put our luggage down and get into our costumes right away, shall we?"

Ritsu: "Wait a minute. I'm still in a middle of my greeting. Can you not just force me to work it like that?"

Rei: "… Oukawa-kun and Ayase-kun. If you need anything, you can count on me. And I will be counting on you"

Mayoi: "Y-yes… To be honest, I've been nervous the whole time, but I'll do my best..!"

Kohaku: "Thanks. I'm so glad ya showed me a good example"

Ritsu: "…Um?" (Now Anija is blatantly ignoring me) (Come to think of it, he was strangely quiet today. I don't think he's been sticky with me) (Or was that just a coincidence, bad timing? …Nah, I'm just thinking too much) (How in heaven's name could that Anija ignore me?)

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years

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a warm december

pairing: college!peter parker x reader

request: Since it's the holiday season, I was wondering if I could request something with Peter and female!reader where they're dating but reader doesn't know that he's Spider-Man and one night when it's particularly cold, Spider-Man comes crashing through reader's window. Turns out the heater in his suit failed and since he has issues with thermoregulation, it's up to reader to warm him up? Can be either fluffy or smutty or a combo. Author's choice! 😉 by anonymous

warnings: some soft-ish smut, unprotected sex (u already know to be safe, wear protection y’all)

word count: 3.6k

notes: so i was clearing out my inbox but when i came to write this i figured i should make it a full fic instead––also u can imagine this takes place like the second week of december so it can be for either hanukkah or christmas or kwanzaa or anything! happy holidays <3

It felt good to be back home for the holidays. You had a good time at college but you were happy to be done with exams. You were also more than grateful to be able to sleep in your own bed in the comfort of your own home. You had made a lot of good memories thus far in all your classes, in your dorm that you were able to decorate the way you wanted with your roommate, Gwen––but you had missed your family and you had missed your boyfriend as well.

You and Peter’s colleges were only a few hours away from each other, so you could have visited each other, but your schedules were too busy and something always seemed to come up on both your ends. You were both swamped with work and sometimes you just didn’t have the energy to travel, but you both understood.

So instead, you and Peter had facetimed and even used zoom to talk for hours after class when you both were free or at night before you went to bed. He’d even met some of your friends and he’d won them over almost immediately, his charm never ran out. You’d also met some of his friends as well, the one you’d seen most was named Harry. He was a flirt, but you knew it was all in good fun––you both liked to see Peter flustered and annoyed, but out of love of course.

Unfortunately, you had yet to see Peter since you had gotten back. You understood that he needed some time to settle in, and you knew for certain that May missed him more than anything. You’d been home for a couple days now and you’d spent your time catching up with your parents, and helping decorate the apartment. You put up some white fairy lights in your room, wanting to feel the holiday spirit a little more in your space––the lights always made you feel more cozy too. You smiled to yourself as you turned them on, already feeling more calm before looking in your desk and grabbing the small spider-man snow globe you’d gotten at the store a few years back. Peter got weirdly blushy when he first saw it, but you never really asked why.

You set it down on your dresser and went to find your midtown high sweatshirt, it was one of the warmest ones you had. Though the heat was on in your home, you could still feel the cold air seeping through from the walls and the windows that looked out into the city. You could see the small figures of people walking down in the cold street, bundled up, the lights in every window of the buildings across the street.

You were about to make sure the window was closed properly when a figure appeared on the outside of your room, slowly opening the window. You stood frozen in fear, too shocked to even scream. Your eyes widened when you realized who exactly was making their way into your room, the famous red and blue suit contrasting with the white specks of snow falling outside.

“You––You’re Spider-Man––” You were stuttering in disbelief as the hero stood in your room, closing the window quietly. He turned around immediately, it seemed he hadn’t thought this through. The eyes of his mask were wide, almost frantic as he looked at you and put a finger up to his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet.

You nodded slowly and quickly closed your door, making sure your parents were nowhere near. You locked the door just in case. You had already said goodnight, so they probably wouldn’t come by anyway, but you never know.

You turned back around and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Surely there was an issue? Spider-Man wasn’t known to make home visits––

Your brows furrowed when you focused on the masked hero in front of you. He was almost hunched over, his limbs moving slowly as they trembled. You stepped towards him, your hands outstretched but sticking close to you as you were unsure of what to do.

“Are you okay?”

He paused, looking down, muttering something to himself that you couldn’t quite hear. “I––Shit. I didn’t want you to find out like this, I swear.”

You only looked at him, even more confused.

He tried to stand up straight and you could hear him wince as he looked up at you. “I––” He cleared his throat. “Please don’t be mad, okay? I just didn’t tell you because I wanted to protect you and I could never figure out the right time to say it––” He pulled off his mask and your eyes widened, a gasp escaping you when you took in his familiar features. His eyes were wide and apologetic, his hair fluffy and messed up, but as you looked closer you noticed his nose, cheeks and red were all a painful red, his lips almost blue.

You closed the distance between you, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks and you could feel his body sigh in relief from the warmth of your palms. “Peter, oh my god! Are you okay?” Your eyes were scanning his features, the only thing on your mind being your worry for him.

You could feel his eyes watching you carefully up close as you held him gently. “You––” Your eyes flickered up to his when you noticed the trembles in his voice as he spoke up quietly, almost as if he was scared. “You’re not mad?”

You pouted at him, “No baby I’m not mad. I understand, really. It makes sense why you were so busy all the time.” You gave him a small smile but it quickly slipped off your face when you focused on the boy in front of you. “But you’re freezing Pete. Doesn’t the suit have a heating feature or something?”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes sparkling as he wondered how he got so lucky. “I um––” He shook his head, trying his best to pay attention when a shiver ran through his body. “Yeah it––It does but the thermoregulation malfunctioned earlier when I um…” He trailed off and you raised a brow, trying to catch his eye.

He looked down and licked his lips, already starting to feel his face a little more in the temperature of your room. “I kinda…” He scratched the back of his head. “Bumped into a building earlier?...”

You paused and Peter looked up when you didn’t say anything, whining your name when he noticed you trying your best to suppress a smile. “Oh come on it’s not funny!”

You bit your lip, nodding as you tried to calm down. “Of course, right. I’m sorry.” You rubbed your thumb across his cheek and you could see him warming up to you again, subconsciously pressing his face into your palm. “It’s just, you really bumped into a building? How did you even do that, Pete?” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

He rolled his eyes but you could see a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “I uh––I was swinging by the park where we had our first date and I kinda got distracted, started daydreaming about you honestly.”

You smiled at him, recognizing that the fresh blush on his cheeks was no longer from the cold. “Aww Pete,” you cooed, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Your lips connected softly, your movements familiar despite the months you’d spent apart. When you pulled away, the both of you were smiling wide. “Missed you, Pete.”

He wanted to reach out and hold you so badly, but he knew that his suit was cold, especially his hands, so he let his arms lay limp at his sides. “Missed you more and more every day.” He leaned in and pressed a short kiss to your forehead, the small gesture making your cheeks heat up.

“I’d let you take a shower to warm up, but my parents would probably see you…”

He nodded, “No, it’s okay! I was...Actually hoping you could warm me up? If you don’t mind, of course––”

Your eyes brightened as you watched him stutter, he was still as cute as ever. “Okay. I think you have some clothes left over here too, so I’ll get them.” You went over to your dresser and looked through the drawers to find the sweats and hoodie he’d left over for you.

Peter pressed the middle of his chest and sighed as he let the damp material slide off of him. He stepped out of it and put it on your chair along with his mask, before putting his hands together and blowing hot air in between them. He was shifting from side to side, rubbing his hands together quickly as he waited patiently. He just really wanted to hold you.

You quickly turned around when you found the clothes, pausing in your tracks when you noticed that he’d gained some muscle since the last time you saw him. Your mouth ran dry as your eyes trailed down his body. “Um––” You set the clothes at the end of the bed. “You know I think sharing body heat is a good way to warm you up.”

His eyes widened, “Yeah, I mean, sure. That––that should work.”

You took your sweats off, then your sweatshirt, along with your shirt and you could feel his eyes burning through you. You got into the bed, beckoning your boyfriend to come closer. “C’mere.”

He rushed over and got under the covers, a small smile on his face as he laid down next to you. His hand was inching towards your waist but he paused, looking into your eyes. “I tried to warm my hands up but they’re still a little cold––”

You laughed at how cute he was being and grabbed his hand, bringing it over to hold you. If anything the cool feeling of his fingertips soothed you as he dug them into your waist softly. You moved closer together until you were sharing a pillow, your noses almost grazing each other’s.

You brought a hand up to play with his hair, your legs tangled together as he pulled you as close as possible. He sighed contently and let his eyes flutter shut for a moment. There was a satisfied and almost reminiscent smile on his face when he looked back at you. “Missed this.”

You bit your lip and took your hand away teasingly. “Missed what?”

He immediately pouted, “Hey––” He whined, dragging out the word. He took your hand and placed it back in his hair and you couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was being. “Don’t be mean to me. I had a rough night.” He gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster and you rolled your eyes.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his nose. “Such a baby.”

He gave you a cheeky smile. “Your baby.”

“Yeah,” You smiled, still playing with his hair. “My baby.”

You pressed your lips against his and he pulled you impossibly closer, breathing slowly as he kissed you deeply. Your heads tilted in sync, your mouths moving together, softly and sweetly. He raised himself up on one arm so he was hovering over you slightly and unintentionally rubbed his thigh between your legs, making you sigh and squeeze your legs around him, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He pulled away when you hummed into the kiss.

You looked up at him, pure want and adoration in your eyes. “Need you, Pete. Wanna feel you.”

He nodded and looked into your eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Haven’t felt you in a while, have I?” His voice was soft as he took in your features. “I’ll give you anything you want, princess.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before sliding his boxers off, as you slipped off your underwear.

He climbed over you and settled between your legs, and as cheesy and weird as it was, he felt at home. “Do you want me to––” He looked down, and you easily filled in the blank.

You raised a brow, “How exactly is that going to warm you up, Pete?”

He blushed, his eyes darting around you. “Well I just––I haven’t tasted you in a while…”

You could feel yourself getting flustered and he could hear your heartbeat quicken but chose not to comment on it. “Maybe tomorrow, babe.” You swore you saw his eyes light up. “But for now, get in me please.”

He nodded immediately. “Yeah, yeah okay. Let me just––” He was about to slip a hand down when you stopped him. He paused and you grabbed his wrist gently and brought his hand up to your mouth, slipping two fingers in eagerly as he watched you in shock, his jaw dropped. Your eyes were innocent as you looked up at him, your lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking and wetting them thoroughly.

When you let them go with a pop you simply smiled and shrugged. “They were cold.”

He let out a breath of laughter in disbelief, before coming down to kiss you passionately. Your hands came up and held his face and you sighed when his fingers came down to spread your lips and rub your clit. “God, I missed you.” He said when pulled away, looking down at you in awe.

He rubbed his fingers along your slit, collecting and spreading your wetness and teasing your clit before slipping his fingers inside of you, biting his lip at the way your head tilted back, your eyes fluttering shut as you moaned. He leaned forward and pressed small kisses along the column of your throat, enjoying the way he could feel your pulse under his lips. He trailed his kisses up to your sweet spot, each one lasting longer and becoming more sensual as he reached it.

The vibration of his voice felt good as he spoke up against you, his fingers thrusting into you at a pleasing pace. “That feel good, baby?”

You swallowed and nodded, licking your lips. “Mhm. So good.”

His lips curved into a smile against your skin, still pressing kisses as he marked your neck––it’d been a while since he’d been able to do this and he was going to savor it as much as he could. When he was done putting the finishing touches on his first love bite, he sped up his fingers and decided to press his thumb against your bundle of nerves. You gasped as your thighs clenched around him unconsciously, your hands coming down to hold his arm.

He pulled away from your neck reluctantly, finding that he’d found comfort resting his lips against your skin––he’d have to ask you if he could leave more marks later on. He noticed the look of desire in your eyes, the way your lips were parted almost in a silent plea.

You were close but you still wanted to feel him. You wanted all of him. “Pete I need you––”

He licked his lips “Can tell you’re close though, baby.” He pressed harder against your clit and you whined, your hips bucking desperately, making him smile. “Just wanna see you fall apart on my fingers. Haven’t seen it in way too long.” He was looking at you from under his lashes, his eyes somehow filled with both hunger and tenderness. “Gonna let me watch you cum on my fingers, princess?”

You breathed out and nodded, the pleasure clouding your thoughts. “O––Okay.”

He kept the same pace, knowing what you needed to tip over the edge and grinned absentmindedly when your thighs trembled and weakly tried to shut around his hand. He gently pushed them apart and slowed his movements, rubbing your clit softly as you mewled and ground your hips into his touch slowly to feel the extent of your climax. His eyes were trailing over your features, the furrow between your brows, the way your eyes rolled back before they fluttered shut, the way you bit your lip when the peak of your orgasm washed away. He was so in love with you and everything about you.

He gently slid his fingers out of you and brought them up to his mouth to lick and suck them clean. His eyes were still watching you absentmindedly that he didn’t even realize you were staring at him, your mouth open in shock and lust. He only snapped out of it when your hand reached down to grab his cock.

“Shit––”

You rubbed his tip through your folds, getting it wet as you stroked his hard member. He easily took over for you and held your thigh as he slid in slowly, letting you accommodate to the stretch and feel every inch of him that you’d missed for all these months.

“So good––Feel so so good.” He groaned as he bottomed out and felt your walls practically suck him in where he belonged. His head fell back for a moment as he got lost in the pleasure––you felt much better than his hand.

His hands dug into your thighs as he took a moment to collect himself, not wanting to finish just yet. He leaned forward so that his body was pressed up against yours, since you were doing this to share body heat after all. You wrapped your arms under his and around him, letting your fingertips dig into his back as he started to thrust into you, slow and deep.

“Missed being inside you.” He grunted out, his lips grazing yours. It felt nice to finally be connected without any barriers in the way, skin to skin as you poured your hearts out to each other. You could feel your heartbeats and your breaths syncing together as you went on, Peter’s hips thrusting into you at a faster pace as one of his hands squeezed between you to rub at your sensitive clit.

“Gonna give me one more, yeah?” His remark was more of a statement than a question as he stared into your eyes, the look in them warm and wanting. You found yourself nodding anyway, smiling to yourself when you noticed his lips curve up at your response.

With a few more purposeful thrusts and rubs of his thumb, you were tipping over the edge, Peter not far behind as he pressed his lips against yours urgently to muffle the both of your moans and cries.Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in as he rutted his hips into you, releasing inside you with a long and satisfied sigh against your lips.

As you settled down from your highs, your fingers slowly released their grip on his back, your limbs sinking back into the sheets as you relaxed. You pressed a few small kisses to each other’s lips, the last one lingering a bit before you pulled away from each other. Peter watched you for a few moments before kissing both of your cheeks and pulling out of you slowly, biting his lip as he focused on the sight between your legs.

Though you tried to let Pete stay in bed in the warmth of the sheets, he insisted that you’d done a good job warming him up, and kissed you hand before making his way over to find the package of baby wipes on you always kept on your dresser to clean you up. He noticed you’d already taken out the little spider-man snow globe and smiled to himself, feeling a light coating of blush rise to his cheeks.

He made his way back to you and pressed a knee onto the bed as he cleaned between your legs gently, apologizing quietly when you jolted at the feeling. The wipe was wet and cold, but it was also soothing––Peter’s hand that was caressing your leg also helped soothe you as well. He quickly discarded the wipe in the trash near your bedside as you plugged in your phone and got ready for bed, the two of you working like clockwork.

Peter made his way back under the covers with you and with open arms as you scooted closer to him, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nestled further into him, the both of you had sappy smiles on your faces.

“So, are you warm enough now?” You asked, slinging your arm and leg around him.

“Definitely. That was way better than the heating system in my suit.”

You laughed and pinched his side teasingly, making him whine playfully.

A comfortable silence fell upon the room and you waited a moment before speaking up again. “I’m glad we can do this again.” You admitted quietly.

He knew exactly what you meant, how you felt––because he felt the same. He’d been counting down the days until he’d be able to hold you again. He held you tighter. “Me too. Couldn’t sleep as well at first without you by my side, you know.” His hand mindlessly traced patterns on the bare skin of your back.

You looked up at him. “You never told me that.”

He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling. “Didn’t want you to worry.” He looked back down at you and his eyes were so focused on you that he didn’t blink for a moment, just taking all of you in. “Now that I’m with you, I’m not letting you go until I absolutely have to, though.”

You let out a sound between a hum and a content sigh and tilted your head up to meet his lips with yours for one last sweet kiss before you went to sleep. “I’m okay with that.”

He smiled cutely and you rested your head back on his chest.

“Goodnight Pete.”

“Night sweetheart.”

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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years

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Request : Hii I'm sorry to request again but something happened and me and my frnds had a fight and I'm feeling so shitty rn so can I request alphas bokuaka trying to find their omega s/o whom they haven't seen all morning until they turn a corner and see her being confronted and having a fight with her friends and they were being aggressive and she was crying, this was the first time they ever saw her cry so they just kinda lose it and rage and protect+comfort their Omega.

If you’re the anon with the BokuAka x reader fic then yours is being worked on slowly so I figured you might need a pick-me up until then ☺️ I hope this makes you feel better!

Protective Alphas [BokuAka x reader]

A glance at the two tall Alphas had passerby looking elsewhere, some Omegas squeaking and hiding. The aura they gave off was dangerous, almost violent as they stalked around the school’s campus. In reality, it wasn’t that bad.

Bokuto had noticed you weren’t hanging around him like normal, you missing from your favorite spot at lunch. Akaashi told him you may have had other duties, but he ended up shattering his own theory once a teacher came up to them to ask if they knew where you were. After leaving your third period class halfway through, you never came back. That sent Bokuto off, ready to run around looking for you. Akaashi managed to calm him down enough to have him following a little map, going to all of your favorite and well-known places.

It isn’t until they go back in the building, long after lunch period has passed, and see you in the stairwell. The doors keep sound from coming out, so it’s hard to hear anything from inside. When they enter the stairwell, they hear you before they see you, but they’re quick to pinpoint where you are. At the top of the stairwell, with some other friends of yours. Most of them are Betas, only one of them being an Omega like you, but it looks like a 1 v 4 fight from their position.

“You’re always having a problem with me? Why are you always like this?” Your voice is unstable, the sniffles and voice cracking interfering with your ability to talk properly. Your friend in front of you rolls her eyes, arms crossed in front of her chest.

“You’re a crybaby, first of all,” her sneer has you crying harder, your other friends laughing at that. However, one of them stops quickly as she freaks out. “What’s wrong? Scared of something?”

“I’d like it if you weren’t so rude to our mate,” Akaashi’s calm voice comes from behind you. With your sniffles and clogged nose, you weren’t able to smell them before they got there. Bokuto stands behind you, his strong arms wrapping around you. Akaashi moves in front of you. “Some friends you are,”

“Excuse me? She got all sensitive because of you two! She’s always whining and crying because she’s got two Alphas to come running when she does,” she doesn’t back down. Yet, the Omega in the group whimpers, running out the doors and back into the building. “She’s a whiny little slut, now,”

“Don’t call her that,” Bokuto snaps. The growl in his throat is enough to have the Betas jumping in their skin, backing down a bit. “Get out of my sight before I do something I’ll regret,”

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi’s whisper is harsh, narrowed eyes telling Bokuto to stand down. The Betas don’t wait to see if Akaashi can hold back Bokuto or if Bokuto will keep his word, scurrying down the stairwell and out of your sight. The heavy clunk of the doors down below has you collapsing in Bokuto’s arms, his nose in the crook of your neck as he attempts to quiet down your scent. Your scent is anxious and fearful, you’re well aware of that despite your nose being clogged up. Akaashi sinks to his knees in front of you, his hands holding your face as he wipes away the tears streaming down your face. A handkerchief dabs at your eyes, his voice telling you to blow as he holds it over your nose.

“Don’t worry ‘bout them,” Bokuto coos, his scent much calmer now as he scents you. His nose is still in the crook of your neck, rubbing against your scent glands as he keeps his grip around your waist. Akaashi sits on his legs, making your face look less like you just cried your heart out.

“They’re not your real friends,” Akaashi’s statement has more tears falling. “They’re not worth your time. Friends don’t make you cry and make you feel worthless,”

“I-I know,” your sniffles as him wiping your nose some more. “I know. They just made me feel exhausted, like they drained my energy,”

“Do you feel better now?” Bokuto asks, his hand interlocking with yours and squeezing.

“Yes,” you say, confidently. “I feel much better, thank you,”

“You’re welcome,” they say in unison.

#haikyuu x reader #BB.Requests #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Keiji #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu omegaverse #Bokuto.Floof #Akaashi.Floof #BB.🐾

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harlowhockeystick · 3 years

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Could we do a Colton Parayko blurb? And can it be smut #7 "here? really?"

Pretty please with a cherry on top?! It’s one of those kinda days ♥️

contains: light nsfw (minors DNI), fluff, fem reader

it had been a long week. colton was on a long series of road games, having three on the road, all of them being in a different time zones. it always takes a couple of weeks for colton to get properly adjusted to the busy routine of his lifestyle. he's thankful for the time he gets to have with you over facetime when you're free and when he is at the hotel, but nothing compares to sleeping in his own bed and being able to hold you in his arms at night.

and just like colton, it took you a few weeks to get used to everything as well. after a nice and peaceful summer, days going by slow and warm, filled with laughter and sun kissed hours on the boat. colton tried to soak up each one, trying his best to savor each moment before he was thrown into the crazy world that is the NHL.

"missed you," colton mumbled as he pulled you in for a tight hug. you were picking him up from the airport when the team landed. the suitcase he threw in the backseat of the car without struggle, letting out a deep sigh as he dipped down into the drivers seat.

it was obvious that he was tired, he had some dark circles underneath his eyes, his shoulders were slumped and he didn't have much perkiness in his voice. the man could use some sleep in his own bed. but first, he needed a milkshake.

"no offense, but aren't you supposed to be on a diet?" you chuckled when he pulled into the drive thru of a local restaurant that was known for their milkshakes. he leaned his head against the headrest and looked over at you.

"i'm too tired to be offended. are you really going to deny a man his milkshake?" he teased, resting his hand on your thigh like always. you looked ahead and it was only now that you noticed just how many people are in line.

keeping his foot pressed on the brake, colton inched his hand up further your thigh. you knew what he was doing- the man loved to tease you. keeping his head facing forward on the cars in front of him, colton's fingers started to dance along the hem of your loose shorts. you didn't put on your best clothes to come and pick your boyfriend up from the airport.

as you were scrolling on his phone, and as the drive thru line moved car by car, you felt colton's fingers slip underneath your shorts and start to play with the lines of your panties. you took in a deep breath and continued to scroll, hoping he wouldn't try to get frisky in a drive thru parking lot.

but, you were wrong.

"here? really?" you said with a light giggle. slipping the tips of his fingers into your underwear, inching closer to the sweetest part of you.

"what? i thought we had car sex on our bucket list." he joked, taking his foot off the break momentarily to move forward as another car disappeared on the other side of the building. looking forward, there were still three cars between you and the menu board. "i bet i can get you to cum before we get to the menu," he dared himself, his eyes getting dark as a smirk appeared on his lips devilishly.

his middle finger tracing your outer lips, making you inhale deeply and lose your train of thought, another car pulled forward. "do your worst," you replied, your voice quiet and eyes almost as dark as coltons.

he smirked and moved his middle finger to circle your clit, making you close your eyes and gasp. your hand rested on his forearm as he slipped a finger into your warm pussy. he wasn't knuckle deep as he'd like to be, but he knew he could get the job done with just the one finger.

another car moved forward so that caused colton to pump his finger a little faster. slipping his thumb into the mix he rubbed over your sensitive clit which made you bite back a moan and tightly close your eyes. the sensations that colton brought over you just by your fingers alone never failed to make you squeal in ecstasy every time.

just as he was about to win this little bet, the car moved forward and he had no choice but to remove his hand from your center which dissatisfied both of you greatly. while you fixed your underwear back to where it should be colton ordered and then pulled forward.

looking over to kiss you on your cheek, and then your lips he gave you a smile. "i'll make it up to you when we get home, i promise. you're not the only one who missed it."

#i love him sm #colton parayko #colton parayko imagine #colton parayko x reader #colton parayko blurb #colton parayko smut #j's writing #minors dni #fem reader

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saintobio · 3 years

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I actually really enjoyed the latest chapter! And you handled Sera’s arc in a very smart way. She can never be redeemed fully (at least in my eyes, but I’m petty) because she did too many awful things and she literally tried to induce a miscarriage in y/n—I know she was manipulated by Eula but she is a grown ass woman, she still knew 100% what she was doing. So instead of trying to fully redeem her—(she only did what she did to soothe her own conscience, so still selfish reasons showing that her pride is still a major vice) having her be knocked down a few levels and being humbled and admitting that y/n was in the right all along was the right decision for her character, and was more realistic.

also, y/n’s call out of her was SO SATISFYING TY FOR WRITING IT. 10+ chapters of slow burn and angst totally paid off in that FANTASTIC speech rightfully ripping her apart for what a selfish, self victimizing a-hole she is. AND SHE GOT THE DIANA SHOES BACK IM SO HAPPY ASJFKDKKDKD

anyways just wanted to let u know not to be too hard on urself, I thought the chapter was 10/10!!

Anonymous said

im honestly in awe that sera apologised and tried to right her wrongs. her pride is very potent (??) and it was refreshing the see she acknowledged her mistakes.

DADJO!!! MF!!! ok i rlly dk what to say bc i don't want to say he deserved it but he kinda did???? like???

SERA LITERALLY TELLING DADJO EULA'S SNAKE ASS WAS H4RASSING NAOYA PLSSSSSS HE'S SO MANIPULATIVE

also i hope yuuta is doing better with the guilt off his shoulders. im so proud of him for coming to terms with the fact that his mother is not a good person as it must have been a difficult epiphany. he deserves so much better and i hope satoru comes around and accepts him as a brother. all my love to one (1) okkutsu yuuta

@x-avantgarde-x said

Saint, the way you have built this all up is simply mesmerizing.

Sera’s humble attitude had my shocked when I first read it, it was such and intelligent move. Y/N finally putting her on her place and standing up for herself was just delightful to read. And Lady Diane’s shoes after Y/N has clearly shown how recently she’s feeling insecure about herself and Santoru’s past affairs with Sera… Poor man is gonna have so much work back at home.

Yuuta’s intervention was simply fantastic. I really can’t wait to see if this makes Satoru start viewing his step-brother under a different light and they are able to start to build a healthier relationship. Dadjo suffering from locked in syndrome is a sad yet extremely fitting way of making him pay for all his wrongs.

I kinda missed the Zenin’s, but I can’t wait for Toji’s and the kids interactions with Y/N’s baby once the little munchkin is born!

Anonymous said

saint omg this new chapter was just !!!

im so so so happy y/n holds sera and gojo accountable without comprising her kindness. like she’s making it clear she’s not spiteful or vengeful enough to drag other people into their mess but she’s definitely not letting gojo/sera off that easy, especially with the pain they caused her.

also yuuta my precious cinnamon roll. too good too pure for this world.

@thatminniechick said

Also returning the shoes?? Proud of Sera for taking the big step in order to let go of Gojo. Now there isnt anything to hold on to and she can properly move on, which she really needed. It probably wasnt easy to self-reflect esp after all the bad things she's done, but it's the start of hopefully healing for her. I wonder if that'll be a conversation that Y/N will bring up to Gojo 🤔

Anonymous said

I'm so happy because of Sera's redemption🤧🤧, I mean I still don't fully forgive her but I'm happy that she is slowly changing for the better.

(Naoya is still ours though:)jkjk)

Anonymous said

Hi Saint I just read the latest chapter and wow that is a lot I loved the yacht scene with gojo and geto being simps for shoko and y/n, and the scene with y/n and Sera like Y/N was spitting straight facts and put her in her place and I like how Sera let down her pride for a second and saw that Y/N was genuine with her actions for what she did for her brother, and Shinzo... welp buddy that's karma and it smacked you right in the face I hope E*la suffers in the most miserable way for k word Nana and hurting others I hope she doesn't hurt Y/N or Naoya 😢😭🥲 and that ending though YESSS YUTA TELL THE TRUTH #EULAFORJAIL2021 PLEASE, but I really hope that Satoru and Yuta can work on there brotherly relationship in the future Uncle Yuta when🥺🙌 but I hope you are doing well Saint and thank you for putting out amazing content for us and don't listen to those hateful anons they don't mean shit and are just jealous because you are amazing baby and don't forget that👌😁☺👊💖💓 and question after SN Season 1 is done how long are you going to take a break for I hope this doesn't sound rude I just wanted to make sure after the finally of season one that you have time to recover and focus on yourself, and has the gender of Satoru and Y/N's baby been relived idk if I missed it in the previous chapters or if it was never relieved and you don't have to answer if it is a spoiler for the rest of the chapters💖

yessss aaaa i feel like it’s not logical for sera to do a complete 180 and suddenly be all nice to yn. it’s more of a gradual process of her awakening to her own reality, realizing what she’s done wrong, and generally progressing as a character. she’s a character that has a lot of pride, so humbling herself down instead of directly apologizing to yn seems like the most accurate move for her character. so glad u guys liked the development :)

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not

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bioodorange · 3 years

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||The Pastas At The Beach||

this was originally like an entirely different post but ehhh this ways better!

disclaimer Im setting this like, at a beach with a boardwalk and such next too it? Public beach, small time vacationing!

and that they conviently like..pass as human

I hope you guys enjoy!! remember too check out my announcement board!

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Jeff the Killer

Jeff doesn't really do much at the beach

The salt water irritates his skin and he burns easily, doesn't want too deal with it

Spends most of his time asleep

Hogs all the damn towels by sprawling out all over all of them

Gets sand over everything that they brought with them

Forgets how wind works and it gets everywhere

When its time for some of em too go get food, he always fucking goes

Wants too walk around and do something, and maybe not get blamed for all the fucking sand when everyone sits back down

He wears one of those like protective long sleeved shirts? and red swim trunks that are just somewhat obnoxiously bright

While getting the food he has a brilliant idea

Befriends the fucking seagulls

Lures them back too their umbrellas and just vibes with his bird army

atleast he's not alone anymore?

Ben Drowned

first off I know like he doesn't go swimming

but imagine if he did

his fucking goggles get filled up with blood

gets weird ass tan lines from the blood on his face like, when he's not swimming

has too wear the goggles when he puts on sunscreen-

ok ok thats it

fucker wears like mountain dew swim trunks

and those arm floatie things despite not going anywhere near the water

He tries too sit around Jeff but that gets boring fast-

Just walks the fuck off without telling anyone, on a journey for adventure

Will spend literal hours sitting underneath the boardwalk until someone finds him

After that they get him like one of thise beach toy kit things

Sally's nice enough too fill the bucket with water too, so they can make sand castles and stuff

She walks along the shore line with him, gets pretty shells too

Also if Ben were too go in the water

He's a fucking shark magnet with all that blood-

But don't tell him that, he won't come back too the beach

Ticci Toby

Toby is very excited too go to the beach

He didn't get out much as a kid

Siked as hell too get in the water

Drops his stuff off as soon as possible and runs right into the water

And thats when he realizes he can't fucking swim

Awkwardly flaps his arms around until a wave moves him along too back where he can stand

Everyones kinda confused when he comes back like "?? You were so excited, what happened?"

"I can't swim :(("

Cody volunteers to teach him right away, like the great brother he is

The thing is Cody is a horrible fucking teacher

Another few minutes of Toby getting owned by some waves and Cody just screaming stuff like

"Use your arms Toby- no not like that how I showed you- no I'm not going too help how are you supposed to learn-"

That's when Kate drags him back too shore and Doby and Brian teach him instead

In a bit he learns and ends up having a lot of fun

I feel like Toby would really like boogie boarding?

A lot easier then surfing but still a good time

Also they have too tie a red scarf around his arm so they don't loose his ass in a crowd, or in the water

Third Base

so far, Doby's the only one on this list who actually came prepared

I feel like he'd use one of those face lotions that has SPF 30 in it already?

Smart enough so he doesn't have too smear sun screen around his face, can just use the spray stuff and get going

Also has shoes and sunglasses too go with each like swimsuit/outfit he brings

Mans is put together

Really likes collecting shells and stuff

Walks with Sally, shows her how too find them

Wakes up kinda early as it is? So its easy for him too go too the beach early and find the shells before the tide pulls them back out

It's one of his favorite times, actually

The suns just rising, a few shops are opening, only a handful of people are on the beach

Does it everyday as his "alone time" before everyone else wakes up

Spends most of his time with everyone kinda relaxing?

I can see him really liking those beach volleyball games

Or just playing frizbee in the shallow water!

Really, really enjoys making sand castles

Builds a moat and everything so it stays up when the waves start coming closer

X-Virus

Cody, another kid who never got much beach expierence

But acts like he did

Buys one of those waterproof, phone lanyard things

Forgets too fucking close it properly

Doesn't have the first idea of what seagulls are like

"Oh come on buys its fine-" gets fucking owned for his cheesestick

Lowkey scared of them after that

Refuses too eat on the beach after that

Sits with ben under the board walk and curls around his chips

Spends most of his time in the water

Wants too see how far he can go before the lifegaurd calls him back

Finds it funny as shit too just slowly go deeper while grinning at them

Until a wave slaps him in the back of the head

And then he gets scared of the deepwater too

After he looses Swimming Coach privellages gets really fucking salty and sulks on the beach

Kate takes pity on him and walks around the boardwalk with him

But he also didn't know you have too reapply sunscreen after you go swimming

Gets really really bad sunburn

Jeff, Ben and Toby take turns slapping it whenever he gets too cocky

Masky

This is gonna be a Dad Tim one, fight me

Really has no idea what the fuck is going on, but still manages too keep everyone together?

Tells the same story, atleast twice a day, about the killer wave that almost took his shorts off

Gets in fights with seagulls whenever they get realitively close too the group

Also buys one of those crappy beach wagon things too put their stuff in

Buys a mug and cheesy beer koozie

Doesn't enjoy the beach that much but gets excited too go?

Ends up sitting down for most of the time unless he gets dragged on walks

Might just kinda walk until the water is at his knees and just kinda stand there, and nod a little

Giving mother nature his approval

He takes Sally out and holds onto her stomach, lifts her up over the waves whenever they come

Asks her what she can see, before he drops her back down

Tries it with Ben, gets kicked in the gut-

Favorite time is when it's dark and they go

Not for a long time, just a few minutes too walk along the shore before it gets dark

Hoodie

Designated photographer

Is supposed too be taking photos but mostly gets footage of the stupid shit that happens

Like Jeff not being able too figure out the dishwasher or Clockwork wrestling with her dresser where only half the drawers worked

Just kinda sits back and watches things go up in flames

He's the designated like playlist guy too? On the drive over, whenever he got bored just

"Hey what song should I play?"

And watches chaos ensue

His vacation is watching everyone else have a bad time

Makes up for it though, saves them a shit ton of money by making dinner every night.

I feel like he genuinely enjoys late nights on the beach, like Tim

Gets some beautiful photos of the water, and people taking walks that he's pretty damn proud of

Maybe once or twice he'll join Doby for a walk too get pictures of the rising sun

Likes getting small things from the gift shops

Shark teeth, maybe a cheesy snowglobe

Something silly but nice too remember the trip by

Eyeless Jack

first things first, ya know those double-lens glasses? Like you flip up the sunglass part and theres normal lenses underneath? Someone gave him those

But their are crappy eyes painted on the normal lenses

He's very confused but its just ridiculous enough for him too like

The beach isn't his favorite place, I HC him as nocturnal and most things are open during the day

He takes too the rides and crappy carnival games that are open late at night

He can't see everything super well but makes up fun things for himself

Enjoys going on rollercoasters that he has no idea what the hell the drops look like

Fucking hates bumper cars

Can't tell where everyone's coming from or when

More nerve racking then fun

Whenever they go to the beach beach he just kind of chills

Akwardly curls up on a towel because he's big as shit

Where ever they stay he walks around, uses his echo location shit too find out all its quirks

"This walls more hallow then that one- those support beams in the lobby are doing a very shitty job of keep things together"

Loves sitting out on the balcony and just smelling the salt air, listening too people laughing and the ocean waves

Just the small details a lot of people miss

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corruptedconfessions · 4 years

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I am sliding in to request some yandere incubus Kirishima 👀. Maybe dubcon with a bit of a resistant darling who he coaxes and persuades into fucking him. Maybe uses incubus powers to have her be more willing and overstimulates her like crazy. Go as wild as you want, I don’t mind 👀

A full month and 5.3k words later...it is finished. From now on if anyone wants an example of my writing at its best (and most selfishly self indulgent) I shall send them this fic.

Warnings for this one: Dub con, drugging (kinda? magical drugging), some violence/blood mention, Delusional Yan Kiri at its finest.

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The house was still as he hovered outside of your window, peering inside carefully. You were normally asleep by this time…The redhead practically vibrated with excitement as he slipped his claws under your window, slowly pushing it up. He had broken the lock several months ago when he had first caught your scent, peering through your window and finding you in the midst of a wet dream, desperately rubbing your thighs together in your sleep as you gasped. You were just so tempting he couldn’t help himself from slipping inside and eating you up~

You had been so beautiful that night, arched out under the moonlight gasping and twitching around him. Every meal before you suddenly felt so lacking. He may have gotten a little…over excited and watched with guilt as you struggled to get through the next day, completely exhausted after how much he had fed off of you. Even despite the guilt he felt, he couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning towards you, the desire to take even more.

He had never felt the urge to eat the same meal twice before you. Yet he found himself returning to you night after night, every time hunger pains shot through him, whenever he felt his own magic and energy starting to fade yours was the first face that popped into his mind. He had tried to go to other food sources but they always felt…lacking. Bland and unseasoned, their noises and fluids did nothing to excite him the way yours did. He was left full and energized, fed to the brim after desperately taking and feeding on his new virgin meals, but it always left him antsy and unsatisfied, haunted by the memory of your scent, your taste, just you.

It had gotten to the point where he was…touching himself. Masturbating! At the thought of you! The shame was so deep he had wanted to rip off his wings and tail, ashamed that a high class Incubus like him would become so desperate over some random little human that he would lower himself to self pleasure was…horrifying to say the least.

He took a deep shuddering breath just at the memory of those dark times as he glided further into your room, letting your scent surround him as he purred softly. Your scent already had the stress from those memories melting away, leaving him feeling fuzzy and relaxed, as it should! His mate should calm him~

Mate…just the thought of the word had him warm and giddy inside. It had taken him weeks to realize what all the feelings he had meant, you smelling and tasting so good, he was left unable to feed properly. He almost felt ashamed that he had made you wait so long before he realized! Oh, he hoped you would forgive him! What was he thinking, of course, you would! The two of you were destined for each other of course!

Oh, it was so exciting! You would be only his to hold, his to touch! Your small, fragile mortal body would curl up against his, warm and soft against him, arching and nuzzling into his touches like a good little girl~ He would sweep you up into his arms, being praised as your manly hero as he takes you away from your pathetic human world! No one would be able to stop him or deny him of his claim.

He would kill them if they tried.

His hand was trembling slightly with excitement as he reached out towards your bed, pulling your blankets aside as he crawled into the bed, inhaling deeply as he let your scent wrap around him.

Oh…He was so giddy thinking of all the things he could do with you now! He had always dreamed of having his own little mate to call his~ Someone made to please him, to love him, to be with him. Every inch of you from your head all the way down to the tips of your toes was built to be perfect for him~ Would you feel the same about him? Already he ached for you, ached for your touch, as many Incubi did when they found their mates, but you were human. Still, he liked to think that you were just as drawn to him as he was to you.

He could already picture it, you looking up at him, teary eyed and sleepy, begging for him to crawl into your bed, wrap you up in his arms and wings and hold you so you could sleep. You would beg for him so prettily, whimpering that you can’t sleep without him. He would wrap you up tight in his arms, carry you to the bed and ravish you until you couldn’t stay awake anymore~ He gasped softly nuzzling your pillow, breathing in hard as he purred softly. How would he do it?

Maybe he’d bury himself between your thighs, lapping and sucking at your dripping cunt, drinking your juices and working you through orgasm after orgasm until you have no choice but to pass out from the pleasure. Or maybe he’d stuff you full of his cock, rocking slowly up into you, drinking up every noise of pleasure as he makes love to you; tenderly bringing you to completion as you stayed limp and submissive under him, falling asleep while still rolling in the pleasure he gave you.

You would be so good for him wouldn’t you? Let him take you over and over, let him please you and bring you to the heights of pleasure. You would never touch another ever again…too desperate and needy for him, so perfect for…

He moaned low and deep, his hand dragging over his dick that was straining hard against his loose fitting pants. Every nerve in his body felt on edge, even just the brushing of fabric against his skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Fuck…He needed you so bad.

He couldn’t stop the small unmanly whimper that came from him as he tugged his pants down just enough for his member to pop out, the cold air hitting it leaving him shuttering hard. His teeth ached, begging to sink into your sensitive skin, to claim you, mark you up as his. He had never felt like this felt so…desperate.

It was addicting.

You did this to him…made him feel. Something he had always chased, desperate for the escape from the apathy that came with his cursed existence, doomed to forever chase the hunger and high of feeding off the pleasure of those who could feel. Yet here you were giving it to him freely. It was so addicting, to have all these feelings, towards you!!

He could never go back to the way it was before. He wouldn’t let it go back. He would kill anyone who tried to take you away from him, who tried to take this away…

He groaned, his entire body trembling all the way down to the tip of his tail as he slowly wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping it in his clawed hand. He could already imagine stuffing you full, coating you inside and out with his cum, claiming you so good no one would ever even question who you belonged to.

Oh, he couldn’t wait any longer! He wanted so badly to be inside you, cock nestled between your walls, your cunt squeezing down around him as his mouth and hands dragged over your soft skin. Already he could picture his claiming mark painted on your skin…

Something was nagging at him, an itch deep in the back of his brain as he swiped his thumb over his cock, huffing your scent as he pressed his face deeper into your pillow. He was missing something but he was too drunk on your scent, too focused on the build to his release to pay attention to the alarm bells blaring in his brain.

At least until he heard the bedroom door creak open followed by a frightened shriek.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?!”

He panicked, flailing as he spun around and sat up at the same time, staring at you wide eyed. Fuck! He had gotten so caught up in his fantasy he hadn’t even realized you weren’t in the bed, which meant you clearly weren’t asleep.

“I-I um, oh man I didn’t mean for you to meet me like this…”

You stared at him in confusion, eyes slowly dragging down until they locked onto his member, hard and leaking against his stomach. Your face immediately flushed hot, a startled squeak coming from you. Despite his panic as he tumbled out of your bed, clawed feet hitting your floor with loud clicks that just seemed to frighten you even more. He couldn't help the curl of amusement that swirled in his gut over the fact that you had immediately averted your eyes. Humans were always such silly things, so shy about sex and bits. Incubi were much more…open. Something you were going to have to get used to since he had no plans on hiding his dick away from his mate. Hell, the only reason he wore pants is because he thought they looked hella manly and cool! Like those famous actors from human movies! But now that he had a mate, he couldn’t imagine having something stopping him from just immediately taking you whenever and wherever he wanted, even if it was only for a second.

“Don’t be mad! I know im a bit late but I promise I’ll make it up to you~”

He calmed himself, grinning at you as he held his arms out as if asking for a hug as he advanced on you. You found yourself stumbling back as you stared at him in horror. He looked like something straight out of a horror movie, skin dark and reddened like blood, blackened horns jutting out and twisting around his head grotesquely, with every move the skin stretched over them almost seemed to pulse slightly as his slitted eyes roamed your body with a shamelessly large grin. Disgust and fear curled in your stomach as jagged sharp teeth were revealed to you, tapering off into sharp points just like the claws that spurted from his hands and feet. You could see a tail sway behind him, brushing the bottoms of large stretched out wings that were already curling towards you, stretching out as you stumbled back.

What…was he? For the briefest of moments you had thought it was the man from your dreams, warm and handsome as he fucked you, stuffed you full and left you shaking and crying for more. Every night you dreamt of him you woke up feeling sore but sated, your entire body aching but feeling so warm, the flashes of red hair and a bright smile still behind your eyelids. Warm moans and sweet praises still echoing faintly in your ears. This…thing in front of you was far from him.

“Stay the fuck away from me!”

You spun around, grabbing the door frame as you tensed, trying to run. Run where though? To the phone? Out the door? Should you scream for help? Who would believe you if you told them this this…demon was in your house, jerking off in your bed?

You had just barely made it out the door, feet sliding across the wood floor and nearly tripping you up when he moved too. In a flash he was through the door, behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor. You hadn’t even seen him move from his spot standing next to your bed.

“Let go of me! You sick fuck! Pervert! Help!”

You screamed kicking and flailing in his arms as he easily held you up off the floor. You tried elbowing his head, biting, scratching, hitting him in any way you could with your back pressed tightly against his chest and strong arms restraining you by your waist. He just laughed brightly as you hit him, any strikes just bouncing off his hard skin as he turned around to walk you back to your room.

“Feisty! I like that!”

Rage filled your chest when he laughed at your attempts to free yourself. He was left unaffected while you were left throbbing in pain, every hit feeling like you were trying to punch a boulder. It was hopeless attacking him, it was clear he was stronger than you. So you did the only thing you could think to do.

You grabbed onto the door frame as he walked through, clutching it hard enough it hurt, refusing to let go even when he tugged you lightly. The bright grin that had been plastered on his face faded slightly, and you took that victory and clung to it, clutching the door frame tighter.

”Come on, don’t be like that. I know you want to play hard to get but I don’t want to hurt you. Look, you’re hurting yourself. Let go.”

You clung tighter, ignoring the rough wood digging into your palms hard enough that you were sure you would have slivers and cuts when you did let go. You didn’t care.

“Hard to get?! I'm not playing anything! Let go of me!”

You twisted trying to kick him again, lips curling into a snarl as he sighed at you. He shifted you in his hold, one arm unwinding from your waist just to hook under your thighs as he stepped closer, holding you firmer against his chest.

“You’re just nervous~ Don’t worry, Im sure any mortal would be, you probably don’t understand it completely yet, do you?~ I’ll help you relax~”

Understand what? Did the man have some sort of delusional fantasy about you? Anxiety filled you as you squirmed in the new grip as best as you could, trying to shove him away without letting go of your deathgrip on your door. You opened your mouth to snap at him, argue even more, kick and scream, anything so he would let go of you when a sweet scent started pouring off of the beast. You were breathing hard, both from the yelling and fighting, you got a large lungful of the smell before you could even register it was there.

The effects were immediate. Your head spun hard, hard enough you had to squeeze your eyes closed to stop the way the room suddenly spun hard, your entire body instantly falling limp in his arms.

“There you go~ Much better…”

You forced your eyes open again once everything stopped spinning so hard, staring up at the demon holding you with wide confused eyes. What did he do to you? He had shifted you so he was cradling you bridal style, you reached up to push at his chest, to push him away. You tried at least, your movements were slow, your body feeling weak. You pressed your hands against his chest, but you couldn’t find the strength to shove at him, to resist the jolts of pleasure that shocked you when you touched him.

“Easy there~ You might rile me up even more.”

You felt your face grow hot as he grinned down at you, ripping your hands away from his chest through pure will alone. Your cheeks burned even hotter when he chuckled down at you, sitting down on your bed and turning to settle you down in his lap.

You shook hard as he wound his tail around your waist, tugging you until you were in a position he liked, large hands pressing against your stomach and sliding down your thighs, exploring your body, your skin in a way that felt so familiar…like he had done it before. You felt painfully aware of how his chiseled chest felt pressed against your back, how in this position, with your legs spread wide to try and straddle his thick thighs you could feel his hard on brushing up against your panties. You could feel your tummy flip as your cunt twitched, clenching down on nothing with every brush against your clothed heat.

“Please don’t hurt me…”

You were panting hard, desperate panicked breaths just proving to intoxicate you further, the sweet scent pouring off of him twisting around your senses and filling your head up. Every breath you took drained more of your fight out of you, panic and fear slowly being replaced with something…warm. Something sweet. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away or thrash and fight like you were before. You felt disconnected from your body, willing it to move but you couldn’t manage more than the weak twitches of your fingertips and toes. You wanted to jump, pull away, do anything. Shamefully you noticed you were getting wet, soaking through your panties as your entire body tingled, arousal coiling tight in your gut.

“Oh, no, no, sweetie~ I’d never hurt you…Well, not unless you wanted me to.”

He grinned down at you, sharp and dangerous, his jagged teeth glinting under the moonlight that poured in from the open window.

You were panting hard, every weak gasp for air just proving to drunken you even further as you breathed in his scent, unable to stop yourself from slumping against his body. You trembled mewling weakly as his claws trailed down your skin, even just the soft scrape of his claws against your skin sending jolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You jolted against his chest when his fingers finally pressed flat against your abdomen, claws easily hooking under your panties, hand sliding in to cup your privates fully.

“Good girl~ So wet for me~”

You trembled in his arms, flushing bright red when his hand was quickly coated in your fluids, hyperaware of the feeling of it slowly dripping out of your throbbing sex. You were painfully focused on his touch as his middle finger dipped between your lips, rubbing at your clit and entrance all at once, smirking as you jolted hard, a loud startled moan bubbling from your chest before you could stop it. You shuttered in his arms, whimpering as you arched back against him as he kept moving, rubbing at you as a deep growl vibrated through his chest.

“That’s it~ Good girl~”

You gasped, keening softly as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, making sure to drag his finger across your clit the entire way. Immediately his hands hooked under your bare thighs, smearing your juices across your skin as he lifted you up.

“Let's get you out of these~”

He purred as he maneuvered you, easily holding you up with one hand as he dipped one clawed finger under the band of your panties, easily shredding through the fabric and tossing it to the side. You gasped whimpering as cold air finally hit your heated flesh. God...it felt like you were burning up. You could feel wetness dripping out of you, coating your thighs and dripping down onto his cock. You wanted to feel shame, fear, but your thoughts were too fuzzy, too consumed by the overwhelming lust that filled your entire body.

“Now you’re getting into it, such a good girl~ My good little mate...Fuck you’re so soaked for me~”

You shivered moaning softly at his deep voice in your ear as he picked you up yet again, moving you until you were face down on the bed, hips propped up so he could grind his swollen cock against your dripping cunt. You found yourself drooling into your mattress as you desperately tried to rock back against his cock with your limited mobility. Fuck...you just...needed. You whined high and loud, frustrated as he chuckled down at you, his claws brushing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he cooed down at you.

“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need...”

The sweet smell got even stronger as he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back, cock rubbing between his thighs as his hands moved up to cup your breasts. You found yourself melting into the touch, panting and mewling weakly as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, claws leaving shallow scratches across your skin. Even that felt good…

“Such a good mate! Look at you, so gorgeous...I could eat you forever, you know~”

He purred nipping at your ear as he drank up your sweet pleasured cries, rocking his hips between yours as he thrust blindly between your thighs. Low grunts and groans were panted out right in your ear as he rut against your pussy, blindly searching for your entrance.

“Gonna fill you up so good...fill you full of my seed. Make you mine!”

He growled his cock bumping against your hole, nudging against it before sliding past. Growling again he slowly pulled back, keeping his hands around your stomach as he lined himself up before thrusting into you. Claws pricked at your stomach, drawing small beads of blood as he forced you to take him all the way to the base in one thrust.

You cried out, trembling hard as you clamped down around his cock as he stuffed you full. Your brain was telling you it should hurt, you shouldn’t’ve been able to take him like that, but all you could think about was the waves of pleasure rolling through you as you moaned. It was like you were molded to his cock, made to take him, made to be filled like this. The overwhelming feeling of wholeness made your head spin as pleasure danced along your spine.

“You feel so good around me, baby~ I knew you were made to take me like this...that very first time your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock, I knew I loved you.”

He gushed eagerly, voice rough in your ear as he rambled between moans, rocking his hips inside of you. First time…? What did he mean by-

You didn’t have time to register that fully, let alone ask him. He pulled out, cock dragging against your walls as you twitched and clenched around him before immediately thrusting back in, leaving you arching back against his chest, crying out for him.

“You’re so tight~ It’s like you never want to let me go~ You must love me a whole lot, don’t you, baby?”

He growled happily in your ear as he started a rough and brutal pace, hips slapping against yours, the force of each thrust hard enough you found yourself jolting forward, only held in place by the iron grip he had around your stomach.

He fucked you like he was making a claim, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him with every thrust filling the room along with his grunts and growls and your desperate pleasured cries. All you could do was hold on, your hands balled into fists as you clung to the sheets below you as waves of pleasure rolled over you, unable to think of anything but Kirishima. Every breath you took was his scent, all you could feel was his cock thrusting deep inside of you, his chest pressed against yours, the way he was kissing and nipping at your jaw.

You didn’t even realize he had never told you his name, the very one you were whimpering.

“Look, baby~ I'm right here.”

You could feel the toothy grin against the back of your neck as a large hand pressed against your stomach, pushing hard enough you could feel every single thrust all the more. You sobbed in pleasure torn between grabbing his hand and ripping it away from your stomach and pushing it harder against it. Anything to keep the pleasure dancing behind your eyes.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, long enough that your throat felt raw, that your neck and shoulders ached with the bruises and marks he had left behind. Your nipples felt rubbed raw and sensitive. Everything blurred together, you were left limp and submissive in the demon’s arms, as he fucked you, snarling into the back of your neck. Compliments and praises were still raining down on you but they rolled off of you before you could even begin to process them. All you could think about was that heat coiling in your belly, you wanted to cum so badly. You whimpered desperately clenching down around him as you bucked your hips backwards, trembling hard when he snarled, thrusting his hips back inside you hard enough you actually found yourself sliding forward.

“Shit, I’m close, baby...Are you going to cum with me?”

His voice was warped, deep and gravely, sounding harsher, darker than before. It wasn’t a voice that any human could ever hope to have. Still you whined high in your throat, nodding desperately, anything! You just wanted to cum so bad! Every time you got close, teased with that release it danced away from you, denying you of it. Not this time.

You nearly sobbed in pleasure as he started thrusting harder, hips stuttering as his cock pulsed hard inside of you. It only took one...two...three thrusts before he was roaring, the sound loud enough it vibrated through your body, your ears ringing as he came. He kept thrusting as he spilled inside of you, cum spilling out your hole around his cock and flooding down your thighs. He kept thrusting hard inside of you until he grabbed your hips with both hands, yanking you back onto his cock as he thrust as deep as he could. You seized up, screaming as you came, vision whiting out as you spasmed around his cock, drool spilling down your chin as your eyes rolled back. Wave after wave flooded through you, leaving you shaking and sobbing through the pleasure, immediately falling limp like a marionette with its strings cut the second it started to fade. You could hear his and your heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent room, feel the cum dripping down your thighs and pooling around your knees.

He waited until you both had caught your breaths, still shaking and sweaty against each other's bodies before he suddenly lunged down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You screamed in agony as sharp fangs sunk into your skin, tearing through your flesh. The grip around you tightened as he held you still, slurping and lapping at the blood that flowed heavily from the wound.

You dropped to the mattress the second he pulled away, hanging limply in his hold as he slowly set you down. It felt like your very life had been sucked out of you, leaving you weak and confused, unable to navigate the maze of your own mind through the fog of pleasure and lust and now pain that had filled it. Black crept around the edges of your vision as everything started to blur together. Your eyes felt so heavy...

“Hey...None of that now. Not yet.”

You whined low in your throat as he grabbed your hair, making your neck arch back as you blearily blinked up at him, your shoulder throbbed hard, protesting the new position as it pulsed in pain, blood oozing out of the wound slowly. Your vision was reduced to shadows and movements, watching as the blurry outline of the demon sank his fangs into his own thumb, pulling away darker. The same dark blur that covered his fangs dripped slowly down his hand. He slowly lowered it to your lips, thumb slipping into your mouth. You tried to cringe back as a heavy metallic taste filled your mouth, but the hand entangled in your hair prevented you from moving an inch. Instinctively you swallowed down the fluid that flooded your mouth, cringing even more as it coated your throat uncomfortably and filled your senses. You cried out pitifully around his thumb even as you suckled on it, wanting to squirm away but unable to find the energy to do so.

“Shhh~ I know. You’re okay.”

His thumb slipped from your mouth, hand letting go of your hair, finally letting you fall limply to your mattress. Relief filled your body as you finally relaxed, aching from head to toe, faintly you could still feel your pussy throbbing with every beat of your heart. Your eyes slid closed, fully believing the hell that you had just been put through was over.

Of course you were wrong.

It started small, a soft tingling in your back, slight warmth that you ignored due to the overwhelming heat of the demon still draped over you. You could still feel his gaze boring into you, waiting. You ignored him, pressing your face harder against the mattress below you, determined to either stay there until he left or you suffocated.

At least until your back started burning. The subtle heat from before was gone, replaced with an inferno tearing apart your lower back, burning through your muscles and skin. Faintly you could hear agonized screaming somewhere far away, it took you a moment to realize that that was you screaming. You couldn’t focus on it, though, the pain leaving your mind floating as tears streamed down your face, chest heaving for air.

And then...his voice cut through it all. Deep and rumbling through your ear it was like a soothing balm across the flames that were eating you alive.

“Shh~ Just accept it, baby~ Don’t fight it. I know it hurts, just relax...It’ll be over soon~”

Your whimpers were muffled as he leaned back, claws dragging slowly across your lower back. You screamed again, agony shooting through you as he touched them, pain hitting your consciousness like a bus. You twisted in place as best you could, weakly trying to turn around to swat away at his touch, only to freeze at what you saw.

The demon's face was twisted into a menacing grin, eyes practically glowing with delight as his claws dragged down your back, pain rocking you to your core. All you could see was a vague black shape on your back, similar to the one that covered the demon’s arm. Everything was too blurry to make out the details, pain and darkness made the edges of your vision fuzzy.

“You’re finally all mine~”

His voice was soft, warm, filled with so much joy and happiness it didn’t fit him, it didn’t fit the situation you were in. Your ears were ringing, stomach clenching hard. You felt like you were going to throw up. The darkness that had been creeping along the edges of your vision started spreading.

The last thing you saw was pointed sharp teeth grinning down at you, tracing over your mark with a dark possessive glint to his eye.

You were finally all his.

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