#like WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE JUST WENT AND DID THAT?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY MEANT EVERYTHING TO HIM???

[okwonyo]

ONLY YOU, MY GIRL ★ only you, babe.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝟏𝟕𝟏𝟏𝒾──── enhypen 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡ ⠀

𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

HEESEUNG

holds your bag for you. he is always ready to do anything and everything for his sweet angel. when you go out together, he doesn’t want you to be bothered by your bag, especially if you are holding stuffs as well. therefore, in the proof of his devotion of you, he holds your bag whenever you are out. it has came to the point where he chooses his outfit that matches with the bag you are wearing that day.

take care of your appearance. not that you need to have anything changed about it. however, whenever he notices that your shirt is put in a weird way or when you have one of your eyelashes that fell onto your eye, it his mission to take the matter into his own hands. his favorite thing to do is to tuck a wild hair strand behind your ear when your hair is up in a cute ponytail.

shuts up as soon as you tell him. listen, what else can he do, really? heeseung tends to be very flirty, very chatty. you tend to get shy so easily. and when he starts to tease you with his flirting, your first reflex is to be a tad mean to him. “heeseung, shut up, i will hit you,” you tell him, pushing him away from you weakly. your tone is cold, yet the man giggles like a teenager and does shut up immediately.

JAY

praises you all the time. he can’t control it. he notices so much things about you— and he is always in awe of everything that you have, everything that you do. sometimes he praise you for the bare minimum, for eating lunch or taking a nap. he likes to pat your head ever so gently without ever forgetting to add, “good girl,“ and a kiss on your forehead while you blush.

puts on your shoes for you, even if you insist that you don’t need to. your boyfriend’s chivalry goes over the roof and he feels the uncontrollable need of always taking care of you. therefore, when you get ready to go out and he notices your shoes in your hands, he is quick to snatch them away from you and get on one knee. you always laugh at him, assuring that he doesn’t need to. “but i want to.”

doesn’t let you pay for anything. it’s really the first thing you noticed about him. at your first date, he payed for the dinner while you went to the bathroom. he did it at the second, the third and at every date you had since then. his habit extended to daily life; his card is the one registered on every shopping site you like, he slides it in your purse whenever you tell him that you want to go shopping and he buys even the smallest thing you mention.

JAKE

walks on the roadside. of course, he know basic gentleman actions. when you walk on the sidewalks, he makes sure that he is always walking on the side next the cars, the roadside. he doesn’t know why, it’s just a sense of urgency, an alarm that goes off, an unspoken rule. he slides his hand on your waist whenever you are walked where you are not supposed to, he moves to the side, “stay there, my love,” he tells you.

brings you breakfast in bed. it’s a lovely habit of his that you are always so surprised to witness. every few weeks, jake’s soft lips place kisses on your skin in the hope of waking you up. nothing new, that’s how he usually gets you out of slumber. but when you open your eyes, he has your pink apron on and proud smile on his face, “good morning, princess. i bring you breakfast.”

let’s you sit on his lap. he doesn’t let you, he actually wants you to be there very much. it makes him smile, whenever there is plenty of room, many seats where you can sit— even right next to him. yet, you decide to sit on his lap every single time. jake let’s you, without complaining. even if he is holding something in his hand or if he is busy talking to a friend. his girlfriend wants to sit? he’s eager to serve her.

SUNGHOON

lifts you up as much as you want it. your boyfriend is strong, stronger than anyone you have ever known. he can pick you off the floor without any effort needed. most of the time, the worlds doesn’t need to leave the barrier of your lips, he just knows. he holds you bridal style, like the princess you are to get up those stairs. he is happy to hop you over his shoulder to go to bed when you are too lazy to walk. a eyelashes bat is all it takes to get a piggyback ride out of him.

he is always so gentle with you. it is something so subtitle yet so important. your lover, despite his impressive frames and sculpted muscles is the most gentle person you have ever know. he holds your so softly, as if you were the most fragile porcelain doll he has ever seen. he takes you in his arms, presses you against his chest when he hugs you with such a care that it makes you want to cry everytime.

gives you the first bite of his food. it’s natural to him, when his food is served— when his dishes his different from yours— he takes his spoon, takes a bit of what is in his plate and guides it to your mouth. it’s not that he absolutely needs your opinion on it, although it’s better, he just feels like you should always have the first bite of his food: because he loves you that much.

SUNOO

gives you his jacket. he has seen many movies before; about a lot of different subjects, and about romance especially. he has seen that scene where the man gives his jacket to the woman he likes when she is cold. when he does it for you, when he takes off his precious jacket to drape it on your shoulder, he understands why it’s such a romantic gesture. loving you enough to know when you are slightly cold is his favorite thing about himself.

he hugs you when you are embarrassed. sunoo finds it adorable, how easy it is to tease you, how simple it is to make you shy. he is not a the type to tease, he never was, but there is something about the way you blush whenever he gets too playful for your heart. he especially adores when you hide your face in the crook of your neck out of shyness and he is alway happy to welcome you in his arms.

helps you take off your coat or shoes. he is surprised by his own actions— acting like such a knight in shining armor is something new to him. yet, it becomes one of his habit so naturally. whenever you come back home, he is quick to get behind you and take your coat off your shoulders as you sigh heavily. he even gets on his knees to help you take off your shoes. his reward is getting kissed by such a sweetheart like you.

JUNGWON

holds the umbrella for you. “babe,” he says, his nose facing the sky. his eyes squint as he feels droplets on his skin. he is always so fast to open his umbrella, as if he knew the weather like the back of his hand, “come here.” he tells you, although he is already holding the umbrella above your head. you tell him to get under it too, but he refuses, claiming that there is not enough space for the both of you.

brings you flower. jungwon is a little extra, perhaps. he doesn’t send your favorite flowers to wherever you may be at the moment. he goes out of his way to be able to give them to you in person, in the utmost need of seeing your smile when you receive them and to feel the joy that your lips on his own makes him feel.

his first priority is you. you are aware that your boyfriend’s life is full, that he is a very wanted and wanted man. never you have excepted for him to put anything but his work the priority in his life— which is why you are always taken aback when he proves you otherwise. he is alway there for you. whether you are sick or just feeling a bit down, he puts everything on the side to be there for you. “i’ll be home in a few, sweetheart, wait for me.”

RIKI

let’s you put cute things in his hair. if there is one thing he dislikes, it’s definitely pink. he doesn’t really know since when it started, but he doesn’t like that color anymore. but if there is one thing he likes, loves even, the it’s you—therefore, yes, he lets you put your sanrio hair clips and pink ribbons in his hair. he keeps them until you tell him he can take them off, and honestly, he is starting to like these in his hair.

goes shopping with you. when you bring your boyfriend to your shopping session, you pretty much just drag him all around the mall as much as you want. during your shopping spree, he is destined to do a lot of things; such as being a tester for the makeup, the perfume and the skincare. he doesn’t mind doing all of these stuffs honestly, because he gets to be with you. he serves you with all his heart, his hands full of your snacks and shopping bags.

shares his jewelry with you. riki values his dressing a lot, as the fashion lover he is. and the favorite thing about making an outfit is adding accessories. he cherishes his jewels a lot and you admire his collection the most. of course, he knows how much you like his rings, it’s obvious whenever you stare at his hands. “give me your hand,” he chuckles, taking off one of the rings on his hand. he slides it on your finger with a sweet smile. “now, we match.”

분지 ܃ i’m very tired so this is um.. but i hope you still enjoyed and i will try to post something better soon 💌

© 𝖮𝖪𝖶𝖮𝖭𝖸𝖮 ୨୧ 𝟐𝐎𝟐𝟓 ── taglist open 。

[jinwoosbabyboo]

I Object!

How I imagine the lads men would object at your wedding. A/N: I don't like cheating tropes so we're gonna say this was an arranged marriage that you didn't want to be in anyway. Also these men are built so different this practically wrote itself. [Requested by: aethercoreria]

Zayne

Type: Silently objects

I don’t think Zayne would be on his Shrek tip running in yelling “I objeeeeccct!” He’d try his best to respect the fact that you’re marrying another man when he knows for a fact that you’re in love with him. He’d plan to work the day of your wedding, but you (unfortunately?) hand delivered an invite so now he has to show up. He’d sit quietly through the ceremony, but the minute the officiant asks to speak now or forever hold your peace he's springing up from his seat with a hand slightly raised.

No thoughts. Just standing. Body moved on it’s own.

He’d stand frozen until he sees that radiant smile on your face when you make eye contact with him. He watches you lean in and whisper something to your fiancé before rushing towards him and dragging him out the door. So he did understand your plan and he didn’t even have to say a word.

Rafayel

Type: Manipulative ; doesn't have to object

Rafayel would object to your wedding behind close doors. Starts by begging you not to go through with it. Begging turns to telling you why you shouldn’t do it. Reasoning turns to silent ‘acceptance’. He would let you think he doesn’t care anymore. Meanwhile those seeds of doubt in the back of your mind are being nurtured and watered by every sly word that comes out his mouth.

“If you’re fine with settling for him then do you” He said tilting his head with a smile. He’d get you to the point where you start wondering are you trying to convince him or are you just trying to convince yourself? Rafayel was in control the entire time and you’d realize that on the day of your wedding. You’re sitting in your bridal suite alone trying to steel your nerves, but nothing is working. Fuck it you’ll just have to settle and maybe learn to be okay with your arranged husband.

You’d walk down the aisle everyone is suspiciously rigid as they ooouu and aww at you. You’re too busy scanning the crowd at first wondering if Raf crashed to focus on what's ahead of you. Your heart sinking deeper into the pit of your stomach when you don’t spot him. You’d focus back ahead and that’s when you finally spot him.

At the front.

Standing in the grooms spot.

Dressed in a dark navy blue suit.

He’d watch you stumble over yourself hoping no one noticed, but he did. You glance at your parents in the front row as you pass and see your mom with a tight smile followed by your dads curt nod and sweaty brow. “What did you do?” You scream-whisper to Rafayel when you get to the altar. He gives you a boyish grin and caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. “Your fiancé went missing and I happened to be a better prospect” He shrugged

“He just … went missing …?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Yup” He wouldn’t clarify any further. "Alright let's get to the I Do's"

Xavier

Type: Doesn't object ; Sabotages

Xavier is ‘I'll be damned!’ personified. What do you mean you love him, but you’re marrying someone else? Hell no. He’s not okay with this and he lets it be known that he is not okay with this arranged marriage. “There isn’t someone you’d prefer marrying?”

“Of course, but I don’t have a say in it”

“….ok” He’d look like a kicked puppy in front of you, but don’t be fooled this man is moving in the shadows. Everything that can go wrong is going to go wrong on your wedding day. Your fiancé is allergic to raspberries? What a shame every dessert catered has raspberry's in it including the wedding cake. Your wedding shoes? Missing. Venue lights? Somehow not working even though they were just fine yesterday during the wedding rehearsal. So much shit is hitting the fan that your head is spinning.

Watching your fiancé get carted off in an ambulance after he managed to fall down the stairs and break his leg in three places was the last straw. You convinced your parents it’s just not meant to happen. Xavier would call you to ask how the day is going and after you tell him everything he’s suspiciously calm even though you’re distraught. “I have a chest for you to lay on if you need a moment away from the chaos” He offered and you could practically hear the smile in his voice.

You had a feeling he was behind all of this, but you didn’t care.

Sylus

Type: Doesn't object ; makes you do it

Sylus would want you badly and he knows you want him just as much, but you keep telling him you can’t call off the wedding. He’d eventually shrug and nod in acceptance. “Alright I guess this is the part where I disappear from your life” You’d be taken aback by his words, but he stayed true to it.

Two weeks before the wedding …. nothing.

One week before the wedding …. radio silence.

The silence was killing you and unbeknownst to you it was killing Sylus as well, but as you said there's nothing he can do. The day of the wedding while you’re standing hand in hand with your fiancé your skin is buzzing with anxiety. Your heartbeat pounding so loud in your ears you could barely hear the officiant. Your mind drifted to red eyes, white hair and that deep rich laugh. ‘I wish you were Sylus’ you directed your thought at your fiancé who looked bored in this moment. You glanced out to the crowd and latched onto a pair of red eyes staring you down from the back of the room.

Sylus.

He’d watch your eyes go wide when you notice him and tip his chin as if to say ‘Focus sweetie’ You did just that and zoned back in on your fiancé.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace” It was now or never and before you could actually process what you were doing you snatched your hands from his and stepped back. Sylus chuckled at the deafening gasps that filled the room. “I can’t do this” Sylus would perk up watching you dart from the altar heading straight toward him. He’d wrap gentle ribbons of black and red mist around you when you stumble over your long wedding dress trying to get to him as fast possible. He’d meet you halfway with open arms ready to catch you when you jump, wrapping your arms around his neck burying your face in his neck.

“I knew you’d come to your senses Princess” He’d whisper directly in your ear.

��Can we just leave” Your words were muffled since you refused to lift your head from his neck. Sylus chuckled as he swept your legs up with one arm and carried you out of the venue ignoring the chaos following close behind.

Caleb

Type: Doesn't object ; gets rid of him

Caleb would unfortunately try to play it cool. He’d act like everything was fine like he understands that you have no say in it. He’d be so cool he’d be like mint gum with a glass of ice cold water. Unfortunately for him he’s a terrible actor when it comes to you so he’s actually in fact not playing it cool at all.

Not even in the slightest.

Right off the bat you know he is beside himself at the fact that he’s about to lose you to someone you don’t even like. Even though he’s losing his mind he still asks to share meals and see you as much as possible before you officially get married.

Somehow a week before the wedding though you’re having a funeral for your fiancé. Nobody knows what happened to him. He went to work one day and was found unresponsive within a few hours of being there. You question Caleb if he knows anything and he would tell you over and over again. “I was on a routine patrol”

Suspicious.

[wonderjanga]

Memory Lane

Somehow, Captain Marvel has been hit by a magical spell that trapped him in his own memories. As a result, the JL went inside of his mind to try and pull him out. For some reason, the Captain was there too trying to find an exit though.

Marvel: “Ah… yes. One of my happiest weddings.”

GL: “Pardon?”

Marvel: *ignores him* “This was one of the rare lives one of them actually got to choose who to marry. She loved her, truly.”

Martian Manhunter (MM): “Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?”

Marvel: “I was?”

MM: “Yes—”

Marvel: “Ignore that then.”

Wondy: “What do you mean choose, then? I don’t remember any Amazonian’s having arranged marriages. Did it fall out of practice?”

Marvel: “If I remember correctly it never was a practice.”

Billy was talking about how most of the female Champions never got to choose their spouse… in their mortal forms. Most of them instead resolved to simply stay in their champion form all the time and lord that over anybody who tried to control them. Good times,

Soon after that, they moved onto to another memory. One of Adam killing a whole bunch of people when he took over Egypt.

Marvel: *trying to find words, opening and closing mouth* “…whoopsie-daisies.”

Flash: “WHOOPSIE-DAISIES??”

Supes: “You’re… a cold-hearted killer… how did we not know this?” *panicking, thinking everything they knew about Marvel’s a lie*

Marvel: “Uh… cause that wasn’t me?”

Flash: “How was that not you?? You literally have a first-person memory of it!”

MM: “Captain, I can also feel the emotions you experienced during that memory. You felt no guilt in the slightest.”

Marvel: “Yes, but would you ever stop to consider I was maybe a different person during that time?”

Flash: “We were all different people ten to 20 years ago, but none of us were murdering people!”

Marvel: “Again, yes, but one, this was over 5000, and two, I was quite literally a different person.”

Supes: “How?? And who??”

Marvel: “Well, every now and then, I just change into person.” *shrugs* “Have you seen Doctor Who? It’s kinda like that. Kinda.”

*silence*

Marvel: “Anyways, at this specific time, I was Adam.”

Supes: “As in…?”

Marvel: “Black Adam.”

The JL after that ran into many many many more memories of Marvel committing atrocities whenever he was other champions. (Cause the other champions weren’t picked because they were pure of heart. Before Adam, no one truly implemented that system yet) Billy doesn’t think he’ll ever regain their good opinions about him ever again.

[tossawary]

Thinking about third transmigrator fic ideas again and I remain intrigued by the concept of a person being shoved into the role of Mobei-Jun's mom. Stuck in a love angle between Linguang-Jun and Mobei-Jun's father, whatever the fuck went down there, sounds like a nightmare.

But I'm also intrigued by it from a character work perspective, because whatever potential fix-its or break-its that I might be tempted to apply, I'd still want this situation to produce a Mobei-Jun who is still believable and recognizable as himself: fucked-up and non-human. What do you even call this childhood experience? Being a "second-gen transmigrator"? Not fun.

Also, I want to create a setup solely for this comedic jump-scare situation:

Airplane, cursing under his breath in English (he's not fluent by any means) because f-bombs are great and no one knows what he's saying this way: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Mobei-Jun, suddenly, in fluent English: "What the FUCK did you just say?"

[shysuccubusstuff]

Milking time!

Content: Cow hybrid! Caleb + Possessive! Caleb; Size difference + Mentions of abuse and neglect + Scent marking + Rut + Facial + Face fuck + Masturbation + Cumshot + Dacryphilia

Note: Just read some new manhwa (smut) about hybrids and a farm and it was so good! Sadly there are no more episodes by the moment (right now it only has like 6) but it's so freaking good, gosh I could eat it completely, the dairy cow is so so handsome... and a cutie ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I hope I explained the position correctly, it's like, laying on top of the person and using your lower thingy on their mouth... not that good with explaining positions, sorry! Let me know if I should make a part 2!

Cow hybrid ! Caleb who recently arrived to the farm. He was found in the middle of nowhere, with his body completely scarred as the rain soaked the small piece of clothing that barely covered his lower half. Just what the hell had happened? You had been trying to get the enemy farm to leave the town after the rumours abou them abusing their workers. You kept cursing under your breath, just why couldn't you do it faster? Well, of course you couldn't, by the time you had found out you barely had any proof apart from what some of the hybrids told you about, so you already knew that this was to be expected... Still, you had to rub your eyes, cleaning the tears that had started to fall down your cheeks and rushing towards the poor young man, trying your best to carry him to the truck so you could bring him to his new home.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who becomes extremely attached to you. It doesn't take more than a few weeks for him to recover from the injuries the old "owners" had caused to him, now constantly following wherever you go. He liked grabbing you by your hips, hiding his hand inside your pocket so he could stay as close as possible to you. You know this could be a bad idea, as you are planning on simply allowing him to choose whatever he wants to do next in life, and growing attached to you was not the best option for that, but you were unable to do anything. After all, he had recently been rescued, surely it was normal for him to become so attached to you, right?

Hybrid bull! Caleb whose possessiveness only worsens. It has been quite few months since Caleb had completely healed, so you had expected him to go back to the "usual" behaviour of the other bulls, who had already found someone to love within the vast farm. In contrast, Caleb had stayed with you, still following you everywhere you went, with a... slight change. He had become extremely possessive of you, constantly trying to start a fight with the other males every time he saw them giving you those glances... Just who did they think they were? Yes, he might have arrived way later than them, but that didn't mean they were allowed to give you those lustful eyes. Since that moment, Caleb had started to pick petty fights with the other hybrids, always acting as if he was simply protecting you from them, while he giving you those sweet puppy eyes he had learnt to do... It seems he did learn quite fast.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who is no longer able to handle his ruts. You used to let him use the toys you had bought for him during those special days, with Caleb using them without much interest, seeing as if it was just something to get over with. During this time, you had to make sure to keep some distance between you and him, trying your best to avoid leaving your scent on him in fear of another female thinking he had a partner, even politely removing his hands whenever he tried to get a bit too handsy with you. Not like it mattered to him, as he soon began to retaliate. Oh, you removed his hand from your hip because other females were watching at him? No problem, next time he would surround your waist with his beefy arms, making sure to pull you to him so you could feel his hard cock pulsing beneath his working clothes. Now you refused to get even a few metres close to him? Guess he simply had to make you come closer yourself.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who takes advantage of you. You were suddenly awakened by a strange noise, not only that, but it was then accompanied by a rustle, someone was moving under your blankets. With your heart thumping, you slowly moved the sheets, finally seeing the reddened and exhausted face, chest puffing as he kept pressing his hard-on against your ass, breath becoming heavier as he started to rub his hips even faster, with you already feeling how his underwear was getting wet from the precum. "Please... please... just help me... It hurts..." Caleb looked at you with tears in his eyes, almost making your chest hurt from seeing how he was struggling to keep himself together. "Just... fine. But don't get used to it, ok?" You tossed the sheets to the side, getting on top of Caleb and removing his wet boxers which had already been stained by his thick cum. Slowly, you started to move your hand up and down, marking a slow rhythm that almost made Caleb groan outloud, biting his own hand to stop himself from making some embarrasing sounds. You kept this rhythm for some minutes, confused as you kept feeling his dick throbbing, almost as if he was close to cumming, still, Caleb kept biting his hand, eyebrows furrowed as he forced himself to last as much as possible, what other opportunity would he have after this? "Maybe... Maybe if you lick it I will end faster...?" Caleb suggested, voice soft as if he was whispering, still, you could feel how much he had been waiting for him to suggest that. "Caleb... just where did you...? Ugh... just... just the tip, ok?" You kneeled, getting one of your legs between his, using your hand to keep his member up, slowly getting closer to it as you sticked out your tongue, carefully entering his tip into your mouth and sucking on it, using one of your hands to masturbate the rest of his member. "Fuck... So good... please, just a bit more, yeah? Please, I've been so good... Didn't fight with the other males for over a week, just a bit?" Caleb looked at you, his muscular body now looking even bigger due to the dim light that entered the window.

Before you noticed, Caleb's hands were already playing with your hair, petting it as you had done so many times before, the caring touch mixed with the feeling of his tip rubbing against your tongue almost making you moan from the pleasure. "Please...? Come on baby, let me do it..." You locked eyes with him from where you were, gradually entering his member until the tip was hitting against the back of your throat, the pressure on it making you gag on it. Caleb's grip got a bit tighter, now grabbing your hair as he restrained himself from pushing his hips forward and fuck your mouth without mercy. "Just do it..." You whispered to him, face flushing as you felt how Caleb's chest puffed up in joy, swiftly pushing you against the couch and straddling you, his cock now being just in front of your face. "Open wide~... here comes your big reward." Caleb abruptly pushed his whole length inside your mouth, using his arms as a way to keep this position in which it looked almost as if he was doing a plank, his happy trail now pressing against your face each time he forced his cock inside you causing tears to form in your eyes as you tried your best to take a deep breath each time he pulled out. Caleb stopped for a second, smiling at you as he saw your chest moving up and down rapidly, after all, he had set a ruthless rhythm for you, making sure to push his cock till it reached the back of your throat, then staying still a few seconds so he could feel your throat tightening around his cock, soon letting you breath once more, smirking as he saw you struggling to adapt to it. At the same time, he kept stroking your hair with care, almost as he wasn't practically bullying your poor mouth, pressing your whole body against the mattress and leaving you with little to no choice than to take it. "Keep your mouth open, here comes your reward..." All of sudden, Caleb moved away his dick moving a bit away so he could put the tip in front of your open mouth, strocking his cock with his right hand as he used the left hand to stay still, heavy ropes of cum falling into your mouth, a sweet aftertaste lingering in your mouth after you swallowed it completely... You hoped this wouldn't awake anything in you.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

hii! i love your writing!! can i please request a bucky x reader where reader finds out that bucky often sleeps on the floor and when she notices she ends up sleeping next to him on the floor but then a few days later she makes a blanket fort so at least they’ll be in a cute environment while sleeping on the floor

For You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: TFATWS/Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You find out that Bucky sleeps on the floor and you end up sleeping next to him. For Bucky, you’ll do anything. Even if it means sleeping on the floor.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of HYDRA, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the cute request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! GIF credit goes to the creator.

You woke up in the middle night to get something to drink and then went back to bed. You frowned in confusion when something felt off. You felt the bed next to you, expecting Bucky to be asleep next to you, but he wasn’t. Where could he be at this time of night? You got out of bed to look for him. You didn’t have to go far. You found him sleeping on the living room floor with the TV on a low volume. It made you wonder why your boyfriend was sleeping on the hard floor instead of a nice comfortable bed. You sat down on the floor next to him.

“Babe.” You gently shook him. “Baby, wake up.” You whispered.

Bucky jumped slightly as he woke up. He looked at you and sat up.

“Hey, doll. Is everything ok?” Bucky asks softly, his voice raspy from sleeping.

“Everything is fine.” You say softly. “Why are you sleeping on the floor when we have a soft bed down the hall?” You asked.

Bucky shrugged and looked down.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” You asked softly.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, babydoll.” He assures. “It’s just-” He pauses and sighs softly.

“It’s just what, baby?” You asked. “I’m your girlfriend. You can tell me anything.” You say softly.

“I have a hard time sleeping in beds. It feels like I’m going to sink down to the floor.” He finally says.

“Is it because of the war?” You asked.

“Partly. It’s also partly because of HYDRA.” He tells you.

“Oh, sweetie…” You whispered, hugging him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You asked softly.

Bucky leans his forehead against your shoulder and shrugs his shoulders.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Bucky says.

“I’m your girlfriend. I’m going to worry about you no matter what.” You say.

Bucky lifted his head and looked deep in your eyes. You could see how tired he is just by looking in his eyes. You cupped his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs against the stubble of his beard.

“You know how much I love you?” You asked softly.

“Yes I do.” Bucky smiles.

You kissed him sweetly and passionately.

“I’ll be right back.” You say.

Bucky nodded as you stood up. You went to yours and his bedroom to get a pillow and a blanket and went back to the living room. You dropped both of them on the floor next to Bucky and sat back down on the floor. You laid down and covered yourself up.

“What are you doing, doll?” Bucky asks.

“I’m sleeping on the floor with you.” You say.

“You’re going to be uncomfortable.” He says.

“It’ll be worth it, because I’ll do anything for you. Even if it means sleeping on a hard floor.” You say.

Bucky smiles and leans over you to kiss you softly.

“I love you so much, babydoll.” Bucky whispers.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” You whispered back.

Bucky laid back down on the floor and protectively wrapped his arm around you before falling back to sleep.

That morning, you woke up to the sun shining through the living room window and the TV still on a low volume. You rolled over onto your back, seeing Bucky loving down at you with a fond smile on his face. He was propped up on his elbow.

“Good morning, handsome.” You smiled up at him.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Bucky smiles.

Bucky leans down and kisses you softly.

“How do you feel after sleeping on the floor?” He asks.

“My back hurts a little bit, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” You say.

“I’ll give you a back rub if you want.” He suggests.

“That would be amazing, baby.” You say softly.

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Over the next few days, you planned out how to make the floor more comfortable to sleep on. That’s when it hit you… blanket fort! Everyone loves forts, right? So you went to the store and bought a few decorative pillows, along with a comforter to put on the floor so it’s a little more comfortable. When you got home, you found the perfect blankets in the closet in yours and Bucky’s bedroom closet. You finished setting everything up in the living just as Bucky got home.

“Doll, I’m home!” Bucky says as he walks in the apartment.

“Living room!” You say.

Bucky tossed his keys on the kitchen counter and went to the living room to see a cute blanket fort on the floor.

“What’s all this?” Bucky asks.

“It’s a blanket fort, baby!” You say excitedly.

You walked over to your boyfriend and welcomed him home with a soft kiss on his lips.

“I thought it would be a good idea to make the floor more comfortable for the both of us if I’m going to be sleeping on the floor with you.” You say sweetly.

“You didn’t have to do this, babydoll.” Bucky says.

“I wanted to.” You say.

“Your back is going to hurt if you keep sleeping on the floor with me.” He says with worry in his voice.

“It’ll be worth it, babe, because I have an amazing who gives me incredible back rubs.” You say with a smile.

Bucky smiles widely. He kisses you passionately.

“You’re so sweet, doll.” He almost whispers.

You smiled and pecked his lips softly.

“Do you want to get in the fort with me?” You asked.

“Of course I do.” He answers softly.

You were first to get in the fort. Bucky followed you inside of it, laying down next to you. Alpine saw the fort and walked over to it. She curiously sniffed the blankets before stepping inside of the fort.

“Look who wants to join us.” You cooed.

“There’s daddy’s girl.” Bucky coos.

Alpine got on Bucky’s stomach and laid down. You guys gave her lovings.

“Thank you for this, babydoll.” Bucky says softly.

“You don’t have to thank me, honey. I’ll do anything for you.” You say softly.

“I love you so much.” He almost whispers.

“I love you too.” You whispered back.

-Bucky’s Doll

[tojisteddy]

pervyroommate!Soap has you riding his face for the very first time.

cw: 1.2k words, dark content, 18+ mdni, smut with tiny plot, noncon/dubcon, Soap being invasive/perv, fingering, face riding, cunnalingus, nipple play, light degradation, age gap (Soap 28, reader 24). Soap’s a bit of a bully (I like that), pet names (Bunny, bonnie,) naive!reader.

No, you didn’t mean for this to happen.

Yes, he did ask you such a crude thing while he sat at the foot of your bed like a dog as you finished up the last braid on your head. You were watching a movie, Soap was notorious for barging into your room to sit and watch. It didn’t matter what you had playing, Soap would get on your bed (or around your room), like he owned the place (and he did, particularly) squish one of your stuffed animals with all his might to see it reinflate, Louie the pink bear to be exact, and about an hour into your comfortable silence, say some crazy shit.

“Mind sittin on ma face?”

You simply blinked. Once, twice, and then got up from your bed, putting your hair products away.

“You’re shitting, aren’t you?”

You’d been roommates for a half a year. You’d been used to Soaps— let’s say, very odd tendencies.

A fuckin pervert to say the least.

He liked to look at your tits, likes to come behind you and squeeze on them, give your ass a slap, peek and watch you change, steal a few bras and panties he’d known you rubbing your swollen clit in. How he knew that? Don’t ask. At first it made you squeal, angry, hit at him as hard as you could (which was hard, you were heavy handed). He was an odd fellow, but he paid all the bills besides your half of rent, would even cook for you and didn’t mind doing it as long as he got to keep up with his antics when he came home from his missions.

So fine. Whatever. You’d stick it out. He was a good roommate for the most part, a little probing wouldn’t hurt.

But the more he did it, the more he invaded your space, you couldn’t help but squirm, scurry away with the growing wetness in your underwear, your nipples getting hard just from his being beside you.

Two weeks ago, you were fresh out the shower after a long day of school and work. Just going to the drive to get something to eat, you were in an oversized shirt and panties, curls every which way. Soap wasn’t here you could roam in peace.

It was when you finished, right as your plate hit the sink, Soap walked in, sat his keys in the bowl next to yours, eyes immediately scanning around your shared dark apartment, then at you who stood ever so beautifully under the stoves overhead light.

The ends of his lips curved.

Shit.

“Johnny, seriously. I’m tired.” You begged, stupidly taking a step back into the counter. Wrong move stupid.

“But ye look so sexy, bunny, is this all f’me?” Teasing, he took a few steps forward mushing you into the counter. You wish you’d been smaller, you would’ve been able to escape this, the feel of his fingers slowly grazing against the curve of your waist, he bends down, takes a nice whiff of you. Vanilla and honey, the exact body wash he’d been using up just to remind himself of your smell. So sultry on you. His hand went up, up, up, to your oh so perfect tits. God he loved them, would probably pray to them if he could. His finger brushed against your already hardened nipple and you shuddered.

How pretty. And then he groped it, slowly kneeding, and you tried to hold it back. Not let your toes curl, but he heard the moan behind your bitten lip, like music to his ears. He stepped into your parted legs, one hand holding you still while the other trailing down, past your abdomen and then he feels the little wet patch on your white panties. He groans, God, what a sight.

“Fuck, ye been desperate this whole time, huh? Been achin?” His smirk is evil, conniving.

You whine a no, no! But he dips his hand under the waistband of your panties, fingers going through your sopping folds.

“Why are ya soaked then? Hm? Need someone te touch ye here-“

“-I don’t-”

“—Ooooh but look at how wet you are,” and he thrusts one finger inside, he coo’s, “Ye need it lass, don’t worry, I’ll help ya.”

You can’t help but throw your head back, mewling as he works his finger inside your cunt, your hips grind against him on their own, more, more, more— “Yeah, go on, hump ma hand like the little slut ya are.”

His breath hitches, thrusting his finger inside you like he’s the one who needs to get off. Needs to see you shatter against him, your hardened nipples brushing against his military uniform from how close he was. Your gummy walls tighten around him, mumbling a string of curses as the pit in your stomach grows. Soap growls, “Sweet jesus, there ye go Bonnie.”

His fingers were fat and calloused, curling just when you needed them, he pulled an orgasm from you. Legs twitching as your foot stomped at the ground, moaning like a fool. He pulled his fingers out, lapping up every bit of cum that fell into his hands.

He patted the apple of your cheek lightly, “Good work baby.”

Soap didn’t do anything after that.

Didn’t even acknowledge that he finger fucked you in your kitchen. He didn’t touch you either. Just went to and from work, he’d greet you proper, ask if you needed anything or wanted to watch a movie together. You obliged, still skeptical of the whole situation. Till you ended up here.

Soap, still watching while you cleaned off your bed, a bulge in his pants, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Not jokin Bunny, want ye on ma face. Need it. Just this once.”

Once, your ass. That what he promised when he first started touching you. He just needed to feel once to calm down. And then he’d calm down.

And then you think back to how the past two weeks, which was full of peace and solitude.

Did this man— did he need to do the most vulgar things to leave you the hell alone?

Your eyes squinted at the bastard. Laughing out of shock, at how ridiculous this whole situation was.

Maybe you had to take a chance.

Just this once. Just this singular time. It couldn’t hurt.

You ended up straddling his chest, Soap practically salivating at your oozing pussy, hands gripping your hips. You were hovering.

“I-I think I might too heavy.” You stuttered, hand pressing behind you, at his stomach. Trying to remove yourself. “Cannae be too heavy, come on.” Johnny’s eager, too eager that he yanks you forward so your precious pussy is right in his face. He breaths against your folds and you squirm, more precum dripping between the inner pink of you pussy.

“What if you break your neck?”

“Don’t bloody care lass! Sit.”

You gulp.

Whimpering as your cunt meets his mouth. Soap doesn’t hesitate to make out with it. Flattening his tongue to taste everything you have to give. Sucking your clit and lightly nibbling at it.

“Oh f-fuck,” you moan, Soaps a fucking mess. Brown locks sprawled out on the bed, his blue eyes dark as ever and hooded. Your cum all over his mouth, glistening in your juices. But your hovering still, just enough so your over his mouth is on you, but you won’t sit.

He grunts, giving your ass a slap, “Swear to Christ, [+], if ye don’t sit, I’ll eat ye till ya can’t stand tomorrow.”

Was that a promise?

Johnny doesn’t even give you a chance, just wraps his muscular arm around you hips, and forces you to sit on his face. You cry out a moan, head spinning as he works his tongue into your hole. He moans at the taste of you, plopping you up and down and then moving your hips backwards and forward. You can hear his lips smack every time his mouth connects to your folds. His hands found your breasts, giving them a nice squeeze through the cloth and then rolling your nipples in his hand. Pulling at them till they’re achingly hard. Groaning when he felt your little hole squeeze around him.

“Jo-Johnnyyyy!” You whine, finally not caring what happens, gripping at his hair and grinding yourself down further. Your heavenly thighs lock him down and he lets out a pathetic moan, letting your clit rock against the tip of his nose as he ate at you like Jesus at the last meal. Your juices slouching everywhere with every movement against his face.

From his chin, to his nose, and back, swiveling your hips as the butterflies in your stomach began to build.

“Awww, wee girl just missed me. Shit, ‘nd I missed ye too, so fuckin sweet little thing.” But Soaps not talking to you, he’s talking to your cunt. Utterly pussy drunk, he gives your pussy a nice smack with two fingers, droplets flying down his chest. “What messy fuckin girl, gotta clean ya- mmph!”

You feel it, the way your eyes roll back, your legs shuddering, and you try to get out of his grasp because you feel too good being devoured like this, Johnny whines. Gripping your hips so hard they could bruise and sitting you back down where you belonged.

“Cumming- I’m cumming- hngh-“ with a gasp you let go.

Johnny only hums, letting you clench around his tongue, sucking every last drop out of you while you cry out. You swivel your hips on his mouth, rubbing his nose into your pulsing clit.

He lays you down, licking his pink now glossed -with your cum- lips, head still in between your thighs, “Fuck, made me all pretty Bunny.”

And Soap had to pray, pray to god that he got everything on that little camera he had hiding in your room that you haven’t found yet.

He’d be needing it later.

a/n: I’ll probably end up doing a headcanon of this cause pervy!soaps reader (and him) run my mind. Also reader matching his freak lollll.

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[maemae2998]

Dante Sparta x reader:

Prompt: Sex pollen trope

My partner @rook-the-took and I watched the new Devil May Cry anime twice now and have seriously gotten hooked. Dante is everything I love about fictional dorky men. I wrote this largely for self indulgence and because I’ve never tried this prompt before. Enjoy! I know I did 😉

You helped Dante down into the sofa, where you both collapsed in a heap. Dante sighed with relief and began to pull off his coat.

“Man, that venom packed a punch. I’m still feeling weird. Kinda hot and bothered.”

“I’ll grab you some water. Let’s just rest and chill.”

“Good plan,” Dante replied with a groan.

Tonight’s Demon Hunt proved to be a challenge, even for the pair of you. Their target had been a cross between Humanoid and scorpion. Their stinger head managed to cut Dante on his side. His injury was already improving but it had left him out of sorts and lightheaded. Good old demon DNA to help him heal quickly.

He watched you walk off and found his eyes wander down to your swaying hips. He forced his gaze away, all too aware that now was not the time to proposition you. He busied himself with finding a movie for y’all to watch and pulled off his boots. You returned after a few minutes with drinks and snacks, settling next to him on the sofa.

You handed Dante the glass and he took it with thanks, greedily taking several big swallows.

You laughed and raised your own glass, “Cheers, to your health,”

A little of the drink spilled from the corner of your mouth, running a trail down your neck. Dante’s eyes tracked it to your collarbone, immediately wanting to lick it away. He wanted to latch his mouth to your neck and leave a collar of hickeys. He wanted to hear you gasp and moan for him.

“…I-I’m gonna get changed. I’ll be right back,” Dante excused himself and darted into the bathroom. He changed into loose, fitted shorts and a T-shirt before splashing cold water down his face and neck. Once he felt brave enough to face you, he went back out into the living room.

Yo had also changed into pjs, a blue tank top with long bottoms. The sight of you cozy and relaxed made his heart pound and his cock twitch. He tried to shove the thought aside, but no luck. He wanted to fuck you so badly it started to hurt. But now was not the time. Plopping himself down into the couch, he grabbed hold of his patience and held a pillow in his lap.

He did his best to distract himself with the tv show, snacks, and cold drinks, and it worked for a bit. He certainly felt better now that he had something on his stomach. Yet, when a commercial came on, he saw you shift in his peripheral vision. You stretched your arms out big and he loved watching your muscles flex.

You scooted closer and draped yourself in his lap. Dante’s hand immediately moved to comb through your arm, both in affection and to keep you from moving too much. “How are you feeling, love? All good now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Better thanks to you,”

You rolled over onto your back to look up at him. Dante spotted the outline of your nipples poking through your shirt, and sucked in a deep breath. He found you attractive at almost all times, but right now you were the finest meal he had ever laid eyes on and he was a starving man. He let his eyes linger for a few more seconds, and then tried to focus back on the TV. He knew he was holding himself too stiffly, but what else was he to do When all your little movements sent shocks straight to his cock?

After several painfully long minutes, you sat up and hit the mute button on the remote, “ all right, out with it.”

“ I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Dante attempted.

“Something has you distracted, or riled up. So what is it?”

Dante‘s cheeks reddened as he slowly pulled the pillow out of his lap.

You giggled and squeezed his hand, “Oh, is that all?

“Baby, I feel like I’m gonna explode. Uh, I think this is a side effect of the venom.”

“Oh. No wonder you’ve been acting jumpy. You usually love having me sit in your lap for chill times.”

“I need relief. I-I can go take care of this myself if you aren’t comfortable…” Dante moved to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Hang on, big guy…I think I’m feeling it too,” you replied with a soft smirk.

His eyes widened at your words, “Really? How? You didn’t get stung.”

“I thought maybe the effects were contagious. Or perhaps you’re just giving off a shit ton of pheromones.” You scoot closer, taking his hand to place a kiss.

“…So, you’re okay with this? All of this?”

You leaned down by his ear to whisper, “Love, my panties are soaked through. I want to ride you until I see stars.”

Dante needed no further encouragement. You two quickly stripped each other, trading kisses as you went, and Dante pushed you down into your back with a thud. He attacked your neck with a hunger that left you gasping. He cock hung heavy and flushed red with painful blood flow. He let out little grunts each time it made contact with your skin. You reached down to toy with the head a bit, and he let out a sinful moan.

“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Not one to be shown up, Dante slipped his hand down toward your folds and was blown away by your wetness.

“About what you are doing to me, I’d say.”

With a grin, he slid his fingers inside with ease, humming, and satisfaction as you clenched around him. You both rubbed into each other‘s hands, desperate for more friction, more of each other.

“More,” you beg, “Please give it to me,”

Dante growled and flashed that signature grin before lining himself up with your hole. He sank into you, hot inch by inch. You both keened when he bottomed out, panting with the relief it brought. This is what you both needed. ‘Fuck your brains out’ Dante was just the animal you needed to make the world go fuzzy.

He began to thrust in and out with a slow drag, savoring the bliss. Gradually, he picked up the pace faster and faster, turning more needy and desperate as he went along. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and moans, filthy words fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Fucking hell, baby. You, you feel even b-better than usual. I feel like I’m ready to blow,”

“Inside!” You ordered as you grabbed Dante’s hand, “Cum inside me, D. I want you to!”

Dante pounced on you for kisses and placed one leg down on the floor. At this angle, his cock massaged against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled backward with pleasure, writhing and squeezing with your whole body. Dante laughed into the kiss and continued thrusting. Just as you felt you might break, Dante lightly rubbed your clit. Stars exploded behind your eyes and you came with a muffled scream. Every inch of you caught fire, including where Dante continued to rearrange your guts, prolonging the orgasm.

At last, he grunted and groaned his way through his own release, with a cry of “Angel”, he came. Hard. He then slumped on his side, with his cock still buried inside your cunt. He pulled you to his chest while he caught his breath, kissing along your sweaty skin.

“That was a-amazing, big guy. I can’t complain about these side effects,” you joke as you stroke his cheek.

He laughs and the vibrations spread throughout you. “I loved it too. You make the prettiest sounds…But I’ll admit I’m not done having fun.” You looked up at him with a questioning smirk, “I’m still rock fucking hard, angel.”

You pressed your hand to his chest to get him to sit up, “Oh? Let me help with that. I want to make good on what I said.”

Dante’s eyes widened and his smile melted you. He settled back into the couch and placed his hands on your hips. You raised yourself up on your knees and sank back onto his cock. The cum still inside you made a sloppy, wet sound that gave you both chills. The slap of skin on skin joined the chorus of your moans. Any coherent thoughts from that point on we’re replaced by the hungry ache for each other’s bodies. You both looked down to find the absolute mess where you were joined together. Your combined juices shined brought and sticky on your skin, slick and arousing. Dante wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, pressing his ear to your chest.

“This is easily the loudest, wettest sex we’ve ever had. Fucking filthy with all that cum.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust and toying at your harder nipples. You could have made a porn star blush with your moans.

“I f-feel so full, Dante. It’s like you were m-made for me.”

Dante lifted his head to suck at the sensitive spot below your ear, “Mine. All fucking mine,” he groaned. Your next orgasm was fast approaching, especially with every bounce, your clit rubbed against his bush at the base of his cock. Finally, you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash into you, biting down on his shoulder and digging your nails into him.

Dante hissed at the sharp stings of pain, but it also made something rumble deep in his chest. As you went boneless against him, Dante doubled his efforts and began to piston into you, “Whoa, you came so much, hun! Yer s-squeezing down so tight around me. Shit, yer making me cum! Every part of me just says ‘cum!’”

With one more pump, Dante spilled his load into and screamed. He nutted so hard he thought he went blind for a second. He fell back onto the couch, and pulled you with him, gentle kisses as he went.

“ I would call this a very successful hunt,” you teased, and grinded your hips a bit for emphasis.

“ I have to agree. I never knew you could make sounds like that. fuck it if the neighbors complain.”

“Oh yeah, screw them.”

“I thought I was screwing you. I could keep going.” He teased back and nibbled at your ear.

You swatted his shoulder lightly, “ You dork. And yes, please. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Without missing a beat, Dante scooped you up and bridal carried you to the bedroom. There were indeed noise complaints from the neighbors, especially once they heard the headboard banging. The two of you apologized, but felt zero shame in your indulgence of each other.

[jellesreid]

Communication

In which Spencer and the reader have their first time together after the reader has cold feet about sex (smut!)

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tags: age gap, munch!spencer reid, bad sex, smut, giver boyfriend, fingering, eating out, kissing, making out, first time, cold feet, honeymoon phase, early relationship, love, relationship, subtle masturbation

warnings: talks of past bad sex, talks of masturbation, fingering, mention of vibrators, spencer going down on reader

notes: sorry for being away so long but i’m back!! I’ll be more active after june tho!

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You and Spencer met through one of your close friends, Penelope Garcia, around four months ago, and your relationship was going great. The only thing you worried about was your almost 10-year age gap. Spencer was 33, and you were recently 24. There were a lot more things he had experienced that you hadn’t, and you didn’t want them to interfere with your relationship.

One of these things was sex. It wasn’t that you didn’t like sex you had done it a couple of times but it wasn’t enjoyable, you had more pleasure in doing it yourself than either of the times you had been with men in the past.

You knew Spencer was a man, he most likely wanted to have sex but you also knew he was respectful and would never force you to do something you didn’t want to. You’d spoken to Penelope about it and she told you to speak to Spencer about it but that was over a month ago.

Spencer was at your apartment watching a movie and you had been kissing for a little while until you pulled away and turned back to the TV.

Spencer fidgeted beside you rubbing his shoulder after getting comfortable, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You said not looking away from the TV. 

“I think we need to talk about something,” Spencer said pausing the movie. 

“What is it?” You asked turning to face him again, spotting that he was flustered. 

“Are you… attracted to me?” He asked. 

“Yeah obviously baby,” You said kissing his cheek, “Play the movie?”

“No that’s not all…”

“What is it?” You asked again.

“I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you or that this is a massive deal to me but I think it’s something we should discuss…” Spencer started. 

“Okay,” You dragged out the last letter of the word. 

“We’ve been together 4 months by that time most people have gone further than kissing on the sofa, I didn’t want to bring it up because it doesn’t bother me that we aren’t having sex, I would love to when you’re ready I want to make you feel good… sexually.”

“Oh, right well I’m just not compatible with sex stuff so it doesn’t matter to me but I know guys want or need sex so I understand you asking.”

“No honey, I don’t need sex, I went a long time of my life without it. Wait what do you mean you’re not compatible with it?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

“Umm,” You blushed and looked down, “Men can’t make me… you know orgasm.”

“That’s not got anything to do with you or your compatibility with sex,” Spencer said.

“What do you mean? It’s definitely something wrong with me if both the men I’ve been with haven’t been able to get me there,” You rolled your eyes so Spencer couldn’t see.

“Let me ask you some questions, is that okay?”

“I suppose.”

“Do you masturbate?” Spencer asked without hesitation. 

You blinked and opened your mouth to speak but closed it again not

expecting that to be his first question, “Sorry, I didn’t expect- um yeah I do.”

“And do you reach an orgasm on your own?” 

“Yeah… most of the time,” You looked up at him.

“There, there’s no problem with you it’s just the men you were with.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You said yourself you orgasm when you’re spending time on yourself, you know what you like so you’re the best example to go off. If you need me to keep going I can ask, Did these men do any kind of foreplay?”

“Not really,” You shrugged.

“Foreplay is essential, studies show that only thirty percent of women can orgasm by intercourse alone,” Spencer said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Really? So it’s common?” 

Spencer hummed, “Yes sweetheart you need someone who communicates with you that’s the main factor. Communication.”

“Okay… I’m happy to try having sex,” You said, you were already slightly turned on from the kissing and his factual knowledge of female orgasms.

“Not today,” Spencer said.

“Oh… okay,” You shrugged feeling slightly rejected.

“Wait I mean I want to make you come,” Spencer corrected himself, “without sex, I want to show you how you should be treated.”

You smiled, “Okay, how?” 

“You are going to tell me what you like while I touch you,” Spencer said but phrased it more like a question that you needed to respond to. 

“Okay.” 

Spencer tilted your head up with his thumb and finger before leaning in to kiss you once again. 

Your kisses were a little more electric and passionate than usual and when your tongues curled together a wave of butterflies burst inside your stomach. A small gasp escaped your mouth when one of Spencer’s hands moved to your thigh, running it over your clothes. 

“Is that nice?” Spencer asked pulling back from the kiss. 

“Yes,” You reconnect your lips before he squeezes your thigh. 

The kissing continued for a little while until you pulled away, “What’s next?” You asked out of breath. 

“What do you usually do?” Spencer asked, a hand moving to your hair and playing with it. 

“Well, I like being in my bedroom for starters.”

“Should we go there?” 

You nod, standing up from the sofa and taking his hand. He’d been in your bedroom before when he had slept over but this was different. 

“What next?” He asked sitting on the end of the bed. 

“I usually use a vibrator, sometimes I finger myself,” You couldn’t help but blush at your words, you couldn’t believe you were telling your boyfriend this. 

“Good, we can work with that,” Spencer smiled, pulling you closer to him. 

“I don’t want you to use my vibrator on me.”

“That’s fine honey,” Spencer kissed your swollen lips once again. 

You took it upon yourself to lay down on your bed after your lips disconnected. 

Spencer lingered over the top of you playing with the hem of your shirt, “Can I undress you?” 

“Yes,” Within a matter of minutes, your clothes minus your panties were on the floor. 

“You’re beautiful,” Spencer kissed your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. 

“Thank you,” You sighed softly. 

“I’m going to start here okay?” Spencer asked his mouth in line with your left breast. 

“Mhm o-okay.”

He lowered his mouth to your nipple taking it inside his mouth and lapping circles around it in between quick sucks while he massaged the other one.

“Oh,” A breathy moan left your mouth, “That feels so good.”

Spencer hummed sending vibrations to your breast. Your fingers threaded in his hair pulling it gently neither of the men you had been with before had ever done this. 

Spencer switched breasts doing the same for your right one as he had the left. You felt yourself growing wetter than you had ever felt, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

One of his hands made its way between your legs as he used two fingers to run over the fabric of your panties.

“You’re wet honey,” He dipped his fingers inside the underwear, “Do you want me to take them off?” 

“Yes please,” You sigh with pleasure. 

Spencer slid the underwear down your legs throwing them somewhere on the floor, “I might have to buy you a new pair,” he laughed. 

His soft fingers connected with the slick wetness between your folds rubbing from the entrance to your clit several times. He used his middle and ring fingers to rub the small nub of nerves in circles in a mix of different pressures to see what brought the best reaction out of you. 

The harder he pressed the more your eyes flickered closed, it felt amazing what he was doing, “Mhm Spence.”

“Is this good baby?” Spencer asked massaging it faster. 

“A-amazing,” You stuttered with a moan. 

Without much notice he used his other hand to start penetrating, He pushed his middle finger inside of you slowly making sure not to hurt you as he entered.

Long breathily moans exited your mouth at the feeling of him inside of you and the moans only got louder as he curled the finger moving it in and out a bit faster making sure to hit the spongy wall inside of you. 

“More,” You groaned, You could feel your stomach tightening but nothing like how it usually felt when you came on your own. You didn’t want to be upset but you were starting to feel frustrated that nothing anyone else did to you could ever get you to that point. 

Spencer plunged another finger inside of you copying the same movement as the first finger, curling it and moving both of them at a quick pace. 

“I can’t,” You groaned in frustration. 

“Honey, you can, I’m here for you. What doesn’t feel good?” Spencer asked stilling his fingers. 

“It feels good, so good, it’s just taking too long,” You frowned. 

“It’s not taking too long, It will take as long as it takes, I’ll be here for hours if I have to,” Spencer thrust his fingers again, adding his thumb to rub on your clit.  

You took your breast into your hands and fondled with your nipples to try to add some extra pleasure. 

“I’m going to try something else,” Spencer said. He kept his fingers inside of you still pushing them into your g-spot but he removed his thumb from your clit. 

In a matter of a few seconds, his mouth was on you, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves. 

You rolled your eyes back, the subtle ache burning inside your stomach. It intensified as his lips attached to your swollen clit sucking it gently. 

“Spencer, fuck!” You growled while trying to catch your breath. 

When he realised it was working based on the sounds you made and the clenching around his fingers he sped up both of the actions; sucking harder and thrusting harder and deeper. 

This was the familiar sensation you felt from when you used your vibrator burned inside of your stomach, “Please don’t stop,” You moaned grabbing hold of his hair. 

“Yes, Yes Spencer oh my god!” You rocked against his face to pick up as much friction as possible. 

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he sucked harder on your clit just before you came undone, his name falling from your mouth with loud moans.

After regaining your breath he removed his fingers, sucking them clean to taste all of you. 

“Oh my god, thank you,” You pulled him up between your legs so his head was resting near your chest as you kissed his lips. 

“Honey there’s no need to thank me, I’ll always make sure that happens.” 

“That may have been the best orgasm I've ever had in my life,” You giggled. 

“I’m going to keep competing with myself to give you better ones each time,” Spencer smiled, laying his head on your breasts and using them as a pillow.

“What can I do for you?” You asked running your fingertips through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“Nothing honey, Just this is perfect. Tonight was about you,” He said, closing his eyes. 

[tavukwings]

DISCORD USER KÖNIG

𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓊𝓉𝓎

(König x Reader — Discord Friends, Slow Burn, Soft, Eventual Smut)

You weren’t expecting to make friends on Discord.

The SHADOW OPS server was meant to be a place to blow off steam after work. Get a few wins in Warzone, complain about loadouts, and maybe not lose your sanity in randoms.

But then you noticed a particular user.

StillerJäger

No profile picture. No custom status. Just a tiny Austrian flag emoji in his bio and a link to his Twitch that had no videos, no schedule, no banner—nothing.

Mysterious.

You first heard his voice by accident.

[Voice Chat Log: 23:18 | VC #3 | Trio Queue]

You:

“Ugh, sniped again. Hey, Jäger, you got eyes on—”

StillerJäger:

“…Scheiße.”

You:

“Bless you.”

StillerJäger:

“…Was?”

“Ah—n-nein. I didn’t sneeze. It means… like… damn it.”

Pause.

“Sorry.”

You:

“That was the most apologetic cuss I’ve ever heard.”

“You okay over there?”

StillerJäger:

“Ja. I am… fine. Just… got surprised.”

Another pause.

“You are funny.”

You:

“Thank you, that’s why they keep me around. That, and I don’t steal killstreaks.”

StillerJäger:

Low chuckle. “You lie. I saw that UAV.”

You:

“…You weren’t supposed to see that.”

From that night on, you noticed he started joining your VCs more often.

Always with a soft mic click.

Always after everyone else had already settled in.

He never used camera. Never joined game nights that involved anything too social. But whenever it was Warzone or DMZ? He was there. Quiet. Watching. Deadly.

And slowly… talking more.

[Private Messages: 01:07 | Direct Chat]

StillerJäger:

“You play well. You’re… calm.”

You:

“Thanks! You’re like a sniper grandma. Always lurking in a window and silently handing out cash.”

StillerJäger:

”…Sniper grandma?”

You:

“It’s a compliment.”

StillerJäger:

”…Okay.”

”…Can I be a tall grandma?”

You:

“You’re like 6’10, König. You’re the Grandma of the Gods.”

”…Wait. Can I call you König? That’s what people say in chat sometimes.”

StillerJäger:

“Ja. That is… okay. My callsign.”

You:

“Cool. I’ll make you a Discord role. ‘Grandma König.’ Purple name. Elite tier.”

StillerJäger:

”…Please don’t.”

You started playing duos regularly.

And König, for all his muscle and military training, played like an anxious support character half the time.

“Stay behind me,” he’d mutter.

“Don’t push the door yet.”

“You will get shot, bitte, I will clear it—”

You: “König, we’re in a Buy Station menu.”

König: “…Still dangerous.”

Sometimes he’d mutter in German when he was focused, and you started picking it up. Just small things.

“Warte.”

“Links.”

“Lautlos.”

“Schieß nicht, ich mach das.”

Once you repeated one back to him mid-match and he went completely quiet for ten seconds.

König: “You… understood that?”

You: “Kinda. I assumed it meant ‘don’t touch my kill’ or something.”

König: “It means… ‘Don’t shoot, I’ll do it.’”

“But… yours is also accurate.”

[Private Messages: 22:44 | Direct Chat]

You:

“Be honest, how many push-ups can you do in a row?”

König:

”…Without stopping?”

You:

“Yes.”

König:

“I don’t want to brag.”

You:

”…That’s a lot, isn’t it.”

König:

”…You will think I am weird.”

You:

“König. You wear a hood and whisper murder in German during casual matches. I already think you’re weird.”

König:

”…Fair.”

”…183.”

You:

“Bro.”

König:

”…Bro?”

Sometimes, after a game, he’d stay in VC just to chat. It was always small things at first.

What weather was like where he was.

How awful the food was on base.

That he’d been issued a new uniform and it “fit like a tent.”

“You’re huge, König,” you laughed once.

“They’d have to sew two uniforms together.”

“They did,” he replied deadpan.

“They used parachute material.”

You choked on your drink laughing.

He got quiet for a second.

“…That was funny?” he asked, hopeful.

“Yes. Very. Tell me more.”

He did.

Over the months, König became your teammate. Your late-night chat partner. Your quiet comfort.

Still shy. Still distant sometimes.

But warmer. Less stiff. Easier.

He never said anything bold. Never crossed any lines. Never hinted at more.

But sometimes, his voice got softer when he said your name.

And once—just once—he ended a message with:

“I sleep better after talking to you.”

“Bitte… stay safe.”

You stared at the screen for a long time.

And smiled.

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It started like any other night.

A “yo” pinged in from you.

A cautious “Hallo” from him a few minutes later.

The two of you loaded into duos while your drinks warmed slowly beside your keyboards—his probably black coffee at some ungodly military hour, yours a half-melted energy drink.

But König sounded… off tonight.

Quieter than usual.

Slower in the lobbies.

A full minute passed between his “ready up” and his actual click.

You: “You okay? You sound like you just ran a marathon with your soul.”

König: “Nein… Just… long day.”

He didn’t elaborate. But the exhaustion was clear in his voice.

You landed hot at Observatory, and within minutes, he was in full protector mode again.

“Behind you.”

“Let me breach first.”

“Drop that vest, you need better.”

Even mid-fight, he moved like a wall between you and the bullets. Not controlling—just naturally built to shield.

You: “You know you’re kind of like a very muscly Roomba, right?”

König: “Roomba?”

You: “Yeah. You clean up enemies and follow me around and make weird mechanical noises when you’re cornered.”

Beat.

König: “…I do not make noises.”

You: “You absolutely do. You growled at a guy in the hallway last match.”

König: “That was—tactical. Psychological warfare.”

You: “Whatever helps you sleep, Grandma König.”

Tiny pause.

König: “…Scheiße… I’ll never live that name down.”

The match ended in a quiet win—he clutched the last guy with a heartbeat sensor, two stuns, and what looked like pure spite.

Back in the lobby, you leaned back, smiling.

You: “König, I swear, if I ever meet you in real life, I’m going to make you carry all the groceries. You’ve got human forklift energy.”

König: “I… already do that.”

You: “Not surprised. You probably open jars just by looking at them.”

Pause.

König: “That’s… not true. But sometimes the cap breaks.”

You: “God, that’s hot.”

Silence.

Long silence.

You blinked.

Oh.

Oh no.

You’d said it out loud. That one slipped through the mental filter.

König: “…Was?”

You froze, staring at your screen.

You: “I mean—uh. You know. Like, hot. Funny. Not like—hot hot. Unless you want it to be, I mean—no wait. I didn’t mean it like—like that.”

König: “…Mein Gott.”

You swore you could hear the fluster in his breath. Like he’d leaned away from the mic.

König: “You think jar-breaking is… hot?”

You: “I mean. Kind of? In a terrifying muscle-guy way? Yes?”

Another long pause. Then, softly:

König: “…You are… teasing me.”

You: “Absolutely.”

König: “…You are mean.”

But he was laughing. Quietly. Like he couldn’t stop smiling.

You heard the tiniest breath of a laugh through his mic—one of those real ones, all nose and joy and no filter.

You: “Are you blushing under that mask?”

König: “…It doesn’t matter. You can’t see me.”

You: “That means yes.”

König: “…Nein.”

You: “You hesitated.”

König: “…Scheiße.”

For the rest of the night, he kept dropping items at your feet with suspicious speed and never said a word about it.

You caught him staring too long on the minimap.

He pinged everything three times in a row.

At one point, you coughed and he said “Bless you” even though you definitely didn’t sneeze.

And later, as you logged off, you saw a message pop up:

[Private Messages: 02:18 | Direct Chat]

König:

“You are very dangerous, you know.”

You:

“What, because I flirted with you once?”

König:

“Because you make me want to say things.”

“Soft things. Nice things.”

“I don’t say those often.”

You:

“You can say them here.”

König:

“Maybe next time.”

“If you don’t tease me again first.”

You closed your laptop that night with your heart beating way too fast for a “just friends” moment.

But it was still just that.

For now.

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It was past midnight when you noticed König wasn’t replying to your pings.

Weird. He always answered, even if it was just a little:

“1 min”

“coffee”

“charging headset”

But tonight?

Nothing.

You hovered over his name in Discord, thumb tapping your mic button, debating.

You: “König? You dead?”

No answer.

You rolled your eyes and hit Call.

The ringing went for four solid seconds before he picked up—and you were met not with a greeting…

…but heavy breathing.

Panting.

“H-Hallo,” he gasped, low and hoarse.

You: “Whoa. What’s going on? Did I catch you mid-battle? Are you escaping a war crime right now?”

“…Workout,” he grunted, breathless.

“Push-ups. And crunches.”

You: “Liar. You play games all day. You’re built like a fridge but somehow I don’t believe you work out at all.”

A pause. Something shuffled. A low hum through his mic.

“You don’t… believe me?”

You: “Not a chance, grandma.”

And then you got it.

The ping.

A Discord notification. From him.

A direct message with an attachment.

You opened it—and immediately choked on the water you had just sipped.

The image was blurry, like he’d taken it quickly and from an awkward angle—but it hit like a truck.

Just under the chin. No face.

His black T-shirt clung to his massive chest, soaked with sweat and hugging every line of his thick, sculpted muscle.

Shoulders like stone. Collarbone defined.

Grey sweatpants, low-slung, loose.

The shirt was damp enough to be nearly painted on.

You were not ready.

You swallowed too hard and hacked into the mic.

You: “Jesus Christ—König—what the hell was that??”

He laughed softly—nervous, maybe a little smug.

“Proof. You didn’t believe me.”

You: “I was joking! I didn’t think you’d drop a thirst trap in 0.2 seconds!”

Silence. Then:

“…Thirst trap?”

“I thought that meant… posing.”

You: “You are posing! Your muscles are doing the talking.”

Soft breath of laughter through his mic.

You: “I—okay wait. Serious question.”

He hummed, cautious.

“Ja?”

You: “Can I squeeze your tits?”

Silence.

Not even a breath.

Then—

“…Mein Gott.”

You: “No but like. Just a little honk. You can charge me.”

“You are evil.” His voice cracked, flustered and low. “You can’t say that—when I’m—sweating—!”

You: “You started it!”

“I was working out!”

A second later, your phone buzzed again.

Another photo. Slightly clearer. This time of his forearm, bent just enough to flex as he wiped sweat from his neck. Veins. Muscles. The rolled sleeve of his black tee. The hint of a scar.

You blinked at it for a second too long.

You: “…Do you model part-time or is that included in your killstreak bonus?”

“You said you didn’t believe me,” he replied, smug now. “Now you do.”

You decided to return fire.

Ten minutes later, still laughing from your flustered choking incident, you took a shower selfie—just your face, hair covered in shampoo, styled into ridiculous little horns.

You sent it with no context.

You: “Battle mode. Ready to breach.”

He didn’t answer for a second.

Then—

“Oh mein Gott.”

“You look like a soap demon.”

“This is terrifying.”

You: “Bet my biceps are bigger than yours.”

“Lüge.” (Lie.)

“Show me proof.”

You responded with a classic flex pose in the mirror—dramatic lighting, serious face.

He sent back a close-up of his bicep that looked like it could crush your skull.

You both burst out laughing in VC.

Soon, it became a game.

He’d send blurry mirror selfies with captions like:

“Threat level: low. Protein bar defeated.”

You’d send silly ones like:

“Just woke up. Please ignore the hair, the face, and my soul.”

Sometimes you’d send a photo of your feet up on your desk with a can of soda next to them and label it “combat ready.”

He once sent a photo of just his hoodie-covered knees, sitting on the floor with the caption:

“Overheating. Send help. Or ice.”

You replied with a photo of your hand holding five ice cubes and a single message:

“Incoming airstrike.”

But through it all, even in the laughter and the flirty jokes…

He never crossed a line.

Never asked for more.

Never made it weird.

Just… stayed close. Steady. Gentle.

And you could feel it in the way his voice softened when he said your name.

“Danke… for calling me tonight.”

“It helped.”

You: “Anytime, König.”

“You’re my favorite roided-out grandma.”

He groaned.

“You are going to regret that when I flex you through a wall.”

You: “No I won’t.”

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König:

“Spielst du mit mir?”

(Will you play with me?)

You smiled at your screen, curled up in bed with your book open and a warm cup of tea next to you. The way König asked things sometimes made it sound so gentle, so hopeful—like a puppy tapping at the door.

You:

“Not tonight. Reading.”

König:

“Reading…? Hah. Lüge.”

(Lie.)

You:

“Excuse me?? You think I don’t have the braincells to read?”

König:

“I think you lie to avoid my bullets.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, then decided to prove it. You held up the book in one hand, angled your phone, and snapped a quick photo. Just enough of the book cover, the blanket, your hand, the soft light…

…and you didn’t think much else of it.

You hit send.

A beat passed.

Two.

Then—

König is typing…

You waited. Still typing.

Still typing.

Then:

König:

“Ah… you are really reading.”

König:

“I—uh… didn’t know you… slept like that.”

You blinked.

Wait.

You clicked your own photo.

Then your stomach dropped and your face burned.

Oh.

Your hair was messy, a soft halo of sleep-tangled strands.

Your lips still a little puffy from chewing them while reading.

The tank top—black, old, soft—clinging a little too well. No bra.

Your pale stomach visible above your loose sweats. Cozy. Sleepy.

Maybe… a little too cozy.

You:

“…oh my god I didn’t mean to send you a thirst trap.”

König:

“Ist… ist okay. I… I liked the book.”

You:

“The book?? König, what color was the cover?”

König:

“…uhm…”

You:

“Exactly.”

König:

“I am very respectful.”

You:

“You looked at my tits.”

König:

“Not directly!”

“They just… entered the field of vision.”

“Unavoidable. Like a sniper scope.”

You burst out laughing.

You:

“My tits are sniper scope–level distractions?? That’s new.”

König:

“I mean—! Nein! Wait—ugh!”

“Forget I said anything.”

You:

“Too late. I’m changing my Discord status to that.”

König:

“Bitte.”

“I am going to die.”

You:

“So dramatic. It’s just a sleepy photo.”

König:

“Exactly. That’s the problem.”

You smiled down at your phone, heart doing little flips.

He wasn’t being creepy. Just… flustered. Respectful.

But real. And honest. And sweet.

And he was trying very, very hard not to imagine anything he shouldn’t.

You:

“Hey, König?”

König:

“Ja?”

You:

“You’re cute when you panic.”

Another long pause.

König:

“You are going to kill me.”

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It started with a few harmless drinks.

A movie night alone.

Some wine. Maybe too much.

Your phone buzzed on your bed beside you.

König:

“You alive? Haven’t seen you in a few days. Did you get eaten by your book?”

You stared at the screen, buzzed enough that your heart skipped.

König. Sweet, shy König who hadn’t messaged too much—probably worried he was bothering you.

You didn’t even think.

You hit call.

He picked up faster than usual.

König (voice):

“Hallo?”

“You okay?”

You flopped back against your pillows.

You (slurred):

“Hi, König.”

He paused.

König:

“…You sound different.”

You:

“Do I sound sexy?”

A beat of silence.

König (quiet):

“…You sound… drunk.”

You giggled.

You:

“Only a little. Enough to be honest, though. That’s the fun part.”

König:

“Honest?”

You:

“Yeah… like how I think about your arms way more than I should.”

Another long pause.

König:

“My… arms?”

You:

“Your biceps. The picture you sent me weeks ago, and I swear to god, König—”

You sat up dramatically, spilling a little wine on your blanket. “I almost passed out. Like. Who looks like that? Who has arms like that?? It should be illegal. You made me soaked, you bastard.”

Silence.

Dead silence.

And then König coughed violently.

König:

“Scheiße—what—what do you mean?!”

You:

“I mean soaked. Like, ruined-my-panties kind of soaked.”

König:

“Mein Gott—!”

You kept talking. Rambling. Words tumbling out of your mouth like you were possessed by every drunk thought you’d ever had.

How his voice made your spine tingle.

How you imagined laying your head against his chest.

How curious you were about the scar on his bicep.

How the thought of him holding you in those big arms made your knees weak.

How badly you wanted to run your fingers up the line of his jaw under that mask.

König (barely whispering):

“You should go to sleep.”

You (giggling):

“You gonna tuck me in, big guy?”

König:

“…If I were there, maybe.”

You froze.

So did he.

Both of you aware that that wasn’t something he normally would’ve said.

You:

“…You’re dangerous when you flirt back.”

König:

“I am not flirting. I am… malfunctioning.”

You laughed again. Then yawned.

You:

“Okay, I’m gonna hang up before I say something worse. Like how your accent makes my thighs—”

Click.

You hung up.

The next morning?

Mortification.

You didn’t open Discord.

Not that day.

Not the next.

Or the next.

Every time you saw a new message notification, your stomach dropped.

And König? He didn’t spam. He sent one message:

König:

“Just checking. Are you okay?”

But still, you didn’t answer.

You couldn’t.

Not yet.

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You avoided Discord like it owed you money.

Every time you opened your laptop, your finger hovered over the icon—only to veer away at the last second like a coward. Three days had passed. Three whole days since you drunk-called König and poured your unfiltered thoughts into his ear like some kind of wine-soaked, thirst-trapping poet.

You’d told him his biceps made you soaked.

And now you wanted to disappear.

He hadn’t spammed your DMs. He hadn’t been weird. No cringey follow-ups. Just one simple message:

König:

“Just checking. Are you okay?”

The man was respectful even when he could’ve made things awkward.

Your guilt tripled.

You grabbed your phone and opened Discord at last. Heart pounding. You stared at his name—still online, still “playing Warzone,” still probably thinking you ghosted him out of regret.

You hesitated… then typed:

You:

“I’m alive. Sorry I went MIA.”

He responded instantly.

König:

“Gott sei Dank.”

“I was about to send a search party.”

You smiled.

You:

“You’d have to kick my door down.”

König:

“6’10. Military. Wouldn’t be hard.”

You:

“Fair.”

There was a pause.

Then—

König:

“Did I… make you uncomfortable?”

You swallowed hard.

God, he really was the sweetest. Shy and careful. A walking tank with a heart like warm bread.

You:

“No. Not at all. I made myself uncomfortable. I was drunk and said too much.”

König:

“It was… a lot.”

“But not bad. Not unwanted.”

Your breath hitched.

König:

“I mean—I’m not good at… that stuff. Flirting. Or hearing it.”

“You are very… expressive. And beautiful. And loud when tipsy.”

You laughed out loud at that one.

You:

“Loud? I didn’t yell at you!”

König:

“Not with volume. With words. You said… things I’ll never forget.”

You facepalmed.

You:

“God. I need to change my name and flee the country.”

König:

“No! Don’t go. I’d miss you too much.”

That shut you up.

You stared at the message. Then reread it.

You:

“You missed me?”

König:

“Of course I did. I play worse when you’re not online.”

“No one bullies me on VC the same way.”

You smiled, heart flipping.

You:

“So… you forgive me for being a drunk idiot?”

König:

“There is nothing to forgive.”

“But if you’re sober now… maybe you want to play?”

You hesitated.

Then reached for your headset.

You:

“Invite me, tank boy.”

Voice Chat: Connected

König:

“Hallo…”

You:

“Hi.”

His voice was softer than usual. Almost shy.

König:

“Still reading your book? Or… still thinking about my arms?”

You choked on your tea.

You:

“Did you just flirt with me?”

König:

“…Maybe. Little bit.”

You (laughing):

“Well, I guess I deserve that.”

König:

“Ja. You do.”

You sat back, smiling, cheeks warm—but no longer from embarrassment.

This wasn’t the end of something awkward.

It was the beginning of something new.

Something soft. Honest. Slow.

You were still just friends.

But maybe…

Not for long.

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-Part 2

[afterthelambs]

How I interpret Joker Persona 5

Since Joker is a silent self-insert protagonist it can be hard to get a reading on his characterization. He can make inconsistent choices gameplay-wise that clash with what was set up. He's supposed to be the righteous leader, and yet... you have the option to cheat on girlfriends, or sell your friends out to Yaldobaoth and become Evil, or doom the world for a selfish wish. It's easy to dismiss all that as 'not the true ending' but to me that would be boring and a cop-out. These are treated as equally-valid choices in terms of player input, so I think any interpretation of the character has to account for that. Like he is definitely a little unhinged.

Is Joker evil? No because he spends most of the game being a good guy and can choose to be a hero till the end. The desire to do the right thing is ingrained in his character.

So is he inherently good? No because it's coded into the game that he can betray all his morals. In P3, Makoto at worst betrays his team to protect them from pain. He never turns sinister the way Joker can in the Yaldobaoth-deal ending. P4 has an accomplice ending but even then you at least have collaboration of some sort, as opposed to Joker who is alone in his fall from heroism. The good ending being the 'true' ending doesnt erase the fact that Joker has the potential to go dark in a way the other protagonists dont. This is also a part of him, which I think makes him wayyyy more interesting.

So how are you supposed to reconcile all these inconsistencies into a cohesive characterization? Is it just 'out of character'?

Ironically, I think the best way to understand Joker's character is to first understand Akechi. If you accept that they are two sides of the same coin (and the game beats you over the head with that lol) then that means they share a lot of internal rage and pain about the world. It means Joker did not have his emotions together nor a healthy outlook on interpersonal relationships, at least in the beginning. It explains why a lot of Joker's confidants start out transactional. The main difference (asides from Akechi being more marginalized) is that Joker has the opportunity to respond to his traumas in a healthier way. He channels his rage into a good cause, and he can choose to do so til the very end (ie the true ending). It also explains how he can reach a breaking point and go down a darker path instead, similar to Akechi.

This is my preferred way of interpreting Joker in light of all the wildly different directions he takes in the actual game. It's why I personally like my Joker characterization as a little unhinged, a little dark, very emotionally troubled and evasive, AND very kind + empathetic to others despite that. He knows he's a little fucked up inside and that's why he's desperate to do the right thing. Joker isn't just good by nature, he actively chooses to be.

If you need any more proof, look at Maruki. He's the only other character that gets this much parallels drawn with Joker. But the ways that Joker's characterization can be derived from Maruki is a whole other post. I'll probably get to that some day, but it's interesting that when the writers decided to make a parallel to Joker for an extended story, they went with another unhinged antagonist that understands him on a deeper level.

[thedevilsoftruth]

The winter soldier making you squirt multiple times and getting mean and rough when you whine about the overstimulation? Cuz baby he ain't doing this for you, he's doing it for himself.

(I'm a whore for him🙏)

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your request. This one is super juicy, and I apologize if I added something's you don't really like. Ive been having a tough day and got a bit carried away writing this. Oops. Also I apologize for getting to this so late!!! - Mama Devil 💜

Pretty when you cry.

Dark!Winter Solider x f! Reader

Smut tags: bucky being a mean dom, d/s dynamic, bdsm elements, slapping, spanking, punishment, making you count, inappropriate usage of a belt, multiple orgasms, squirting, orgasm denial, overstimulation, edging, dacryphilia, reader calls bucky 'sir', cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spit, name calling (whore, fucktoy) piv sex, rough sex, rope burns, reader pretty much sobs the entire time... Like. She cries a lot. This is kinda dark, and if you aren't into bdsm I wouldn't recommend reading this!! not beta read.

W/c - 1.5 K

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Your mind is cloudy, your nose stuff, your throat burning and your chest tightening from all of the crying you had been doing. When he had first started, the sun was still up. Now it's pitch black and raining outside. But the rain wouldn't be heard over your loud sniffles and quiet moans as he stuffed his fingers back into you for the sixth time that night. It was just too much. Your hips were jerking, your legs squirming everywhere, and your pussy absolutely pulsing a curled his thick, cold metal fingers halfway into your sloppy pussy.

You felt like you couldn't breathe. Sweaty palms reached out for his leather clad torso, your hips backing and dipping into the wet mattress as if you were trying to get away from him. A flash of anger spread across his face, and he growled as he withdrew his finger from you and slapped the inside of your thigh harsh. The skin where he hit was red in the matter of seconds, and so were his hands on your jaw and on your stomach.

"Stop fucking moving." He spat, his tone so angry that it made you believe he hated you.

"Sir," you stuttered through a sob, your voice cracked from how bad your throat hurt. The sobs quickly turn back into moans when his hands were back on your pussy.

"Stop, please." Your breath shook as he circled a metal finger around your impossibly wet entrance. "'s to much, sir, i--"

He pushed into you fast and hard with no warning. You yelped.

"Does my little whore want to be restrained again?" He asks smoothly and calmly as he licks a fat strip down the back of your ear. You shuddered, the skin on your wrists burning just at the thought of the thick black ropes he used on you earlier being around your arms again.

"No, sir." You mutter In defeat.

You didn't even know why you had even asked.

"That's what I thought. Now be a good little whore and take it."

His fingers went back into you in fast thrusts. His teeth sunk into the crook of your neck, and his metal thumb curled harsh, unrelenting circles around your throbbing clit.

You gasped, repeatedly, and your hips stuttered into his hand while your walls pulsated and clenched around him uncontrollably. Hot tears ran down your cheeks harder while he moved against you even harder. You couldn't take it. The overstimulation was too much.

So, your little pussy not knowing any better, did what it thought best, and decided to squirt all over his hand.

Your mouth went silent. Your thick things closed around his arm instinctively before you could stop yourself. He grunted and pushed your thighs back open with the slap of the inside of one of them.

"Fucking greedy little thing." His head dipped down and his fingers withdrew from your cunt. Your breath hitched and you bit your lip, tightening a muscle In your cunt as you prepared for his mouth to go back on you. The moment his lips even grazed you, you were spiraling. Your head tipped back into the sheets, the back of your neck and your scalp covered in sweat.

"Cumming all over me like that," he growled, licking a long line up your drooling folds. "Just don't know any better, huh, baby?" His eyes flicked up to meet yours as he gave you a fake pout and a tone that was so condescending it made you want to claw at your skin.

"'s okay." He said, sitting up on his knees, slow and dangerous. "I'll make you learn."

Out came his belt from the loops of his black cargo pants. Your thighs snapped shut. He hadn't fucked you yet, and if this was what you were thinking it was, you were absolutely undoubtably not ready for it.

"Wait--" you try to stop him, but he's already got his hardened, angry red cock free from his pants.

He cocks his head to the side, his eyes squinting like he's looking down upon you. Like you just said the stupidest thing on earth.

To him, you did.

"Wait, what?" He repeats, his head falling to the other side while he gently strokes himself.

"I've already cum so much tonight. I can't take anymore." You tell him. He laughs. He full on laughs at you like you were a comedian and just cracked the funniest joke ever.

Big hands force your shaking legs open. Your hands go on his chest, but he grabs your wrists and pins them down by your head with a loud grunt.

"You're so pathetic." He hisses. His grip on you is so strong that it forces tears to run down your hot cheeks harder. The hold he has on you hurts more than the rope. "It's honestly kind of cute." He smiles. "But this isn't about you. I don't fucking care how many times you've cum. I'm in control here, you're my little plaything, and I get to do what I want."

His cockhead runs down your soaked slit. Your hips jerk, but he slams them back down onto the bed with a giant flesh hand.

"Let me take what I want, and stay the fuck down." He says, his blue eyes staring into yours in a way that you can only describe as angered. Your body shakes, and your lips quiver as you part them to squeak out the words, "yes sir" with a pathetic nod of your head.

His lips curl into a sadistic grin, and he slowly slides his cock into your abused cunt. A loud cry leaves your mouth, but he's quick to silence you with his tongue down your throat. He wastes no time bottoming out and rocking his lips into you hard. Not when your pussy let him in so easily and eagerly. He pulls back and gives a pat to your cheek.

"look at you, baby." He groans, looking down between your joined bodies where his cock was thrusting into your pussy. "Taking me like the perfect little fucktoy you are." His lips pull back, his cock slipping out by just a few inches before he slammed into you.

Your mouth flew open and your thighs clenched around his thick hips. He was so big. So big, it hurt. So big you were crying at the thought of his tip reaching your cervix.

"See? It could have been so easy like this. But you just had to go and complain like a brat." A metal hand comes down on your ass hard. You yelp, and hot tears run down your cheek when you close your eyes by the impact instinctively.

"But it's okay. My little whores gonna learn that I don't fuck her to please her; I fuck her because I need to." He hissed through gritted teeth, setting a brutal pace for you that had your tits bouncing and your eyes flooding with tears.

His hand comes down to rub your clit for just a few seconds, and your pussy clamps down on him like you're gonna cum again.

"Oh?? Are you gonna cum again?" He croons, rubbing your clit around slowly. A gutteral moan leaves your lips and you nod.

"Aww," he smiles. "That's too bad."

He pulls out of you with a grunt, leaving you to feel cold and empty without his cock inside you. You whine and throw your head down like you're already done with his shit.

"Sir..." You whine. He spanks your pussy, immediately shutting you up.

"Nuh-uh. You don't get to 'sir' me. Not after all you've done. You're gonna sit back and take your punishment like the whore you are."

He pulls back and spits on your pussy before he spreads it around your folds with the tip of his cock. You whimper and sob when his cockhead rubs your overstimulated clit up and down.

Suddenly, he pulls away and sits back in his knees. He bends down off the edge of the bed and picks up the black leather belt he had previously discarded. Your mouth goes dry.

"I want you to sit across my lap. On all fours." He says sternly, running a hand down the smooth leather of his belt. You hesitate for several moments, almost wanting to defy him. Instead you swallow your pride and hold your tongue back.

"Unless you'd prefer my metal hand." He threatens, holding the hand out and flexing his fingers. You shake your head, and your body moves in an instant.

In just a few seconds, you're in position across his lap. He groans when he sees the way your back arches when he ran the leather of his belt down the curve of your ass.

"Count."

"What?"

Spank!

"Fucking count, whore." He barks, raising his hand high in the air. You look down at the messy red sheets with wide eyes, your arms trembling, and your knees threatening to give out.

The belt cracks loudly as it falls onto your already reddened ass. You cry out and grip the sheets, the sounds of your sniffles and your yelp making his cock ache to be back inside you.

"One," you mutter weakly.

The second one comes down on you harder.

"Two,"

The third one is somehow even harder than the last. The flesh where he hits stings and burns, and each spank jolts your body forward by the force of his hits.

He spanks you one last time before he throws the belt back down onto the floor. It hits the floor with a loud metallic sound, and he gently rubs the skin on your ass apologetically.

"You can lay back down now." He says, his tone sweeter than it was before. Your entire body burns and aches. Your knees shake as you crawl back into the bed, your pussy shivering at the thought of "what could he possibly do next?"

You lay back down with a grunt, your lower back muscles feeling tight and your ass sore. Your eyes are bright red and glassy, your cheeks tear stained.

He smiles at the sight sadistically. He wants to see how much he'll get you to cry whenever he makes you bounce on his cock.

"Oh, baby." He cooes, running his warm hands up your thighs. "You look so pretty when you cry."

[brokenmenswhore]

a proposition: it’s getting serious | poly!marauders

#7

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, and mary)

warnings: not proofread, smut (MDNI 18+), angst, fingering, rough sex

a/n: do you guys like the title of this one because i truly think im so fucking funny

a proposition: masterlist

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He was avoiding you. It was obvious to everyone.

It wasn't like Sirius was your best friend in the world, but you were still close. Then he kissed you. You hadn't heard from him since.

After everything Remus had told you before you and Sirius had kissed, you knew that something was up. It was the only explanation. You knew you hadn't done anything wrong. Whatever this was, it was all Sirius. You didn't want to pry, so you decided to let him come to you whenever he was ready.

But it had been weeks.

In the meantime, you had your fair share of fun with Dorcas and Mary. You told them it was unfair that you had sex with a woman alone once and that it was Marlene, and they worked to rectify it.

Evan was still ravenous any time he was near you, and spent five full days seeking you out between every period, after class, and even sometimes first thing in the morning. You sometimes returned the favor, but only when he wanted it. He was happy to stay in between your legs for hours.

And of course, there was Remus. He hadn't been elaborate about pursuing you, but you oftentimes went to him first when you were feeling experimental or particularly needy. Remus was your first, and you were tethered to him in a way you couldn't explain.

But even he couldn't justify Sirius's avoidance. You could tell that something caused contention between the two of them, but they were best friends, and Sirius hadn't pulled away from him.

You felt like you ruined the group. Like you caused the drama- like you were the problem, no matter how many people told you that wasn't true.

What bothered you the most, other than Sirius avoiding you, was the fact that everyone acted as if they knew why, and just didn't want to tell you. You had interrogated Remus quite a few times, but he acted nonchalant every single time. Any time you asked someone how he was doing or why he was still not talking to you, they would just shrug and change the subject.

You had had enough.

You sat cross-legged on Sirius's bed, making sure your skirt still covered you. He took significantly longer than you anticipated to get back to his dorm, since he had last-minute Quidditch practice and you had no idea. But you knew that he had to come back to his dorm. Eventually.

The moment the door swung open, James spotted you on his bed, and immediately turned around. He pushed past Sirius as Sirius noticed you, and tried to do the same.

James, now behind him, pushed him into the dormitory and slammed the door shut.

Sirius tried to pry it open, but James was standing on the other side, pressing it shut. Sirius took a deep breath and dropped his head before walking over to his desk and dropping his Quidditch bag, completely ignoring you.

“Be back in like an hour!” James called, giggling as you heard his footsteps dissipate.

You waited for him to turn to you, but he never did. He just pretended to go through his bag for a frustratingly long time.

"Sirius?"

No response.

"Talk to me, Sirius."

No response.

You shot upward and got in his personal space.

"Sirius."

"What."

"The fuck do you mean what? You haven't spoken to me in weeks."

"Whoops."

"Siri, c'mon." You dropped the nickname, hoping it would help your case.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not, Siri?"

"Stop."

"Then talk to me, Siri."

Sirius took a deep breath and flared his nostrils, turning to you and looking at you for the first time. "What."

You threw your hands up. "You've been avoiding me, as you know."

"Mm.”

"Don't you think I deserve to know why?"

"I'm not avoiding you."

"Yeah, okay," you rolled your eyes.

"Okay," he repeated in the same tone you used.

You were frustrated, and annoyed, and your confidence faltered as your voice cracked in sadness that you ruined something as you asked, "did I do something wrong?"

Your vulnerability shone through, and it caused Sirius's features to soften. He watched your eyes soften as you nearly cried. You had spent weeks mulling over why Sirius was avoiding you, and you couldn't think if anything wrong that you did, unless maybe you really were that bad of a kisser. Yeah, you had gained a ton of confidence recently, but you weren't made of steel all of a sudden. Around Sirius, you were still that younger little girl who blushed whenever he looked in her direction.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, shit," Sirius said, running his fingers through his hair.

You sniffled to hold back the tears. You were fighting with every cell in your body to appear strong. "Then what is it? Please tell me. Please."

Your voice completely broke on the final word, and tears spilled from your eyes, despite your refusal to acknowledge them.

Sirius immediately pulled you into his arms, holding your head against his chest. "You did nothing wrong," he assured you, "nothing at all. I did."

You pulled away to look up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I fucked up."

"No you didn't," you sniffled, "because we kissed? Why would that be bad?"

"It wasn't, it wasn't," he said, lightly stroking your hair, "that's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" your anger was coming back a bit, "because I seem to be the only person you're avoiding, and that's the only thing that's happened between us."

Sirius let out a deep breath. "Y/N, please."

You stepped backward and pulled away from him. "Do you regret inviting me in? Is that what it is? Are you guys planning on kicking me out or something?"

"No, we would never-"

"Or maybe you're just upset about Remus. Is that it? You acted weird when I came to breakfast with bruises. Are you just jealous of Remus and taking it out on me? Huh?"

"I am jealous of Remus," he admitted.

"And you're punishing me for it?"

"I'm not jealous of Remus because he's Remus," Sirius said, "I'm jealous of Remus because of how you are with him."

You knew what he meant. You weren't stupid enough to not acknowledge or know that you had one hell of a connection with him. "So you're mad at me because you wish you had someone to give you what Remus and I have?"

Sirius stared you dead in the face. He was so tired of fighting it.

"I'm mad because I want what you and Remus have, with you."

"All you had to do was say so, and I would have fucked you. That's, like, the whole point of this."

"No-" Sirius threw his hands up and paced. He was trying to figure out how to say the words he'd never thought he would have to, or want to, say.

You watched him run his fingers through his hair again as he looked at you and forced himself to speak. "I don't mean I want you just to fuck you, Y/N, I want you."

You blinked rapidly as you stared at him. His eyes were almost pleading, hoping that he wouldn't be facing rejection.

"Oh," was all you could say. You were in shock.

"Yeah."

You both just stared at one another. Each moment felt like an eternity. Neither of you knew what to say or do.

"How long?"

"What?" Sirius asked.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" you asked, your voice small and quiet.

Sirius shrugged, "in sixth year, well, fifth year for you, James was trying to show us someone in Hufflepuff he hooked up with. It wasn't you, obviously, but we thought you were who he was pointing at, cus the actual girl was like two seats to your right. You looked up and caught me looking at you, and you turned bright red."

You nodded your head slightly and chuckled in disbelief. "Are you fucking with me?"

"No."

Your laugh of disbelief died there.

"You mean to tell me you've been noticing me this entire time?"

"Mhm."

"So- but you signed me up to fuck your friends?"

"I still wanna fuck you, don't get it twisted,” he chuckled. That was the Sirius you knew.

"But-"

"I noticed you before this, Y/N, but it's different actually knowing you. I didn't think you fucking Remus would make me feel like this until I actually met you and got to know you."

"So this is all because I'm fucking Remus?" your heart still couldn't process what your brain understood.

"No, Y/N, for fucks sake, this is all because I've never fallen for somebody before and I don't know how to fucking act. I don't even know how to fuckin' be around you."

Sirius seemed to immediately realize what he said, because his breathing hitched in his throat as he stared at you.

You couldn't breathe.

After what felt like an eternity, Sirius pleaded, "please say something," so quiet that you almost didn't hear it.

"I don't know what to say," you admitted.

Sirius sighed in disappointment, assuming he was getting rejected. "I'm sorry, forget I said anything-“

He turned to try to leave again, but you said "Sirius, wait," and ran up to him, grabbing his arm and trying to spin him back toward you.

He turned to face you, but kept his head up, looking forward instead of at you. He couldn't handle looking you in the eyes as you rejected him.

"Sirius, look at me."

He refused. You touched the side of his face, stroking his cheek lightly with your thumb. "Please look at me."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "No, Y/N, you don't get it, I can't just fuck you and leave it there, and that’s how this is supposed to work, but I just-“

Sirius sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands.

You knelt down in front of him. You gently moved his hands away from his face, and he looked at you, eyes glassy as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“There’s this tether between myself and Remus that I don’t think I can ignore,” you said. You knew it might hurt him, but it was better to be honest if things were hard already.

Sirius interpreted your words in his own way. “Is that what’s holding you back?”

You paused for a moment. “Holding me back from what?”

“Could I have you if I shared you with Remus?”

You were visibly taken aback by his question.

“I can see it in your eyes, Y/N, you can say whatever you want, but you can’t lie to me, not really. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same.”

You couldn’t.

He knew you couldn’t.

“I’ve liked you forever,” you admitted.

“You still blush when I look at you,” he smiled.

“You’ve never looked at me the way you are right now.”

“I have. You just didn’t know what it meant until now.”

Your breath hitched in a light gasp. “Sirius-“

“Please just tell me how you feel,” he said, “and if you say you feel nothing, even if I know it’s not true, I’ll shut the fuck up and leave it be.”

You had to be honest with yourself, and with what you’ve always known and always felt. “I have feelings for you.”

Before Sirius could smile too big, you said, “but I can’t ignore whatever this connection is with Remus.”

Sirius took a deep breath to contemplate his words. “I can share. Remus and I share everything anyway.”

“What about the rest of the group?”

“I really don’t care about the rest of the group.”

You took a second to contemplate your next move. Having Sirius Black to yourself seemed too good to be true. Sirius was always the one you assumed you wouldn’t have a shot with, but if your conversation with Remus taught you anything, it was that Sirius’s reputation wasn’t all too accurate.

Remus. What would he think? You wouldn’t be exclusive with him, but would he get bored of you? Would he be angry that you and Sirius broke the rules, and not want you anymore?

“We have to talk to Remus, obviously,” you said.

Sirius’s head shot up as he looked to your face, contemplating the weight of your words. We. His eyes flickered back and forth between yours desperately as he studied your face. “Are you saying yes?”

Your train of thought was going too far off the rails to even comprehend what he said. “Then we’d have to tell everyone else, but definitely Remus first. And-“

Sirius grabbed your face, his hands on either cheek as he shook your attention back to him. “Are you saying yes.”

You took a deep breath. You’d gotten the sexual experimentation you’d needed. You cared for the rest of the group, but definitely not the way you cared for Remus or Sirius. Sitting there, Sirius holding your face, eyes glassy thinking you didn’t want him, you knew you’d be a fucking idiot to deny him. This is all you’d ever daydreamed of when he would catch your eye from the corner of the room.

“Yes.”

Sirius took one quick moment to smile before he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you closer to him. Your knees shifted against the carpet as you held onto Sirius’s arms. He moved a hand to the back of your head, holding you even closer to him as his lips molded with your own.

You pushed yourself off of your knees, maintaining the kiss as you stood in front of him, his legs spreading apart as he moved to grip your waist.

He pulled away briefly. “I really, really want you to know how much you mean to me,” he said through static breaths, “but I don’t think I can be gentle with you right now.”

You pushed a piece of his hair behind his ear. In a near whisper, you said, “I don’t need you to be gentle with me. We have time.”

“We have time,” he repeated, more to himself than to you, so quiet that you almost didn’t catch it.

You waited for him to process before you made another move. He searched your eyes with his own.

Seemingly in an instant, Sirius realizes the emotional strife was out of his system, but the physical wasn’t. His demeanor shifted as he saidX “I wanna fuck you so hard that you forget Remus exists.”

You felt your core pulse at his words. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you onto his lap. He moved his lips close to yours, but instead of kissing you, he continued to whisper, “you wanna be mine? I’m gonna fucking make you mine.”

“Sirius-“

He didn’t let you speak. He pressed his lips to yours in the most intense kiss you’d experienced yet, his dominant hand gripping your jaw to hold you in place. His other hand grabbed your ass, pressing you down into his lap as he bucked his hips lightly.

Your skirt fanned out onto his stomach, meaning the bulge in his pants pressed directly against your underwear. You could feel yourself soaking through them as the lengthy bulge bucked between your folds.

Sirius’s fingers were so tangled in your hair that you didn’t think he would be able to ever let go. He groaned as he slapped your ass harshly, and you felt the intensity of the moment, taking a chance to gently catch his lower lip between your teeth.

You pulled away lightly, releasing his lip as he looked up at you with lust-blown eyes. “Now where did my innocent little Y/N learn to do that, hm? Remus?” he smirked.

“I’ve never done that to Remus,” you shrugged as if the conversation was casual.

“Oh really?” Sirius smiled, gripping your face with both hands and pushing you even harder onto his bulge, “savin’ some things just for me? Wish you saved yourself for me,” he admitted.

“You kinda scared me,” you admitted back.

Sirius tilted his head like a puppy. “I scared you?”

“Mhm.”

“How so?”

You flushed with embarrassment. “Thought you’d be too rough with me. Didn’t know how much I’d want that.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Too rough, huh? Is that what you want?” He slapped your ass again, moving your hips against him, causing you to gasp, “you want me to be rough with you, huh? Show you what I’ve been wantin’ to do to you this whole time?”

“Please,” you pleaded.

“Again,” he demanded.

“Please, Siri, be rough with me.”

Sirius harshly pulled your face down to his, kissing you again as he, without warning, ripped the fabric of your underwear to expose where he was grinding against.

You squealed and pulled away. “Sirius!”

“What?” he shrugged like nothing had happened.

You stood up, and he pouted, but you could see the concern in his eyes. You quickly pulled your skirt down and discarded the ripped fabric of your underclothes, taking residence on top of him again. You saw his breathing relax when you returned. “I had to get up and take my skirt off anyway!”

Sirius threw his hands up next to his head. “They were in my way.”

“You literally still have your pants and boxers on.”

Sirius smirked. “Y’know, you could help with that, babydoll.”

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but you couldn’t deny him- he was just so charismatic. Even painfully horny and having just confessed his romantic love for someone for the first time, he laid there with his hands behind his head as you unbuttoned his pants as if he was the sexiest being alive. He kinda was.

You knelt in front of him, trying to unclothe him. You, of course, nervous from trying to maintain the intensity of the moment, could not get his pants fully unbuttoned. Your fingers fumbled with the final button.

“Fucks sake,” Sirius said, doing it for you and removing both his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free directly in front of your face.

You choked on a gasp and coughed.

Sirius didn’t move, he just sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at you. Your eyes were transfixed on his leaking cock, your brain wondering how the fuck you were possibly supposed to suck him off without suffocating.

“Remus is bigger, hun, if you can fit him, you can fit me,” Sirius assures you, worried that you were panicking.

“Remus is… skinnier,” you said.

Sirius laughed. “Yeah, can’t argue with that.”

You looked up at Sirius, then back to his impressive length. You wrapped your hand around him, and he bit his lip to keep himself from losing control immediately. You began to stroke him, looking up at him through hooded lids as you licked his tip.

He threw his head back, but quickly reset, not wanting to miss a moment of watching you take him in your mouth.

You sank down onto him, doing your best to keep your cheeks hollow to accommodate for his girth. You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to his size and the feeling of a comfortable rhythm, before you began to move at a steady pace, using your hand to cover any ground thag your mouth couldn’t.

You gazed up to Sirius, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes fixed directly on you. You fought to maintain eye contact, even though the angle he was sitting at made it difficult to look up so far.

“Fuck, dollface, just like that,” he moaned, using one hand to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He began to stroke your cheek with his thumb as you sucked him, the gesture so intimate and sweet during such a filthy act. You moaned in surprise at the contact, and Sirius growled in response.

“Shit, can I fuck your mouth?” he asked.

You pulled away, still stroking him with your hand as you said, “You can do whatever you want with me.”

The noise that came from Sirius’s throat was purely primal.

He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding tightly as the other hand positioned himself in front of you.

“Open.”

You opened your mouth and he immediately pushed himself in as far as he could, his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

He pulled back out, and said “easy, bunny, relax,” before pushing back in again.

You clenched the muscles in your throat as he did it again, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You coughed and moaned around him, but kept your composure the best you could.

“Breathe through your nose,” he instructed, “that’s it, that’s it.”

With him stilled, you were able to adjust to the feeling of him at the back of your throat, and adjust to comfortably breathing through your nose. You slackened your jaw, hollowing out your cheeks. You got yourself in a position comfortable enough that you didn’t have to move- Sirius could just fuck your mouth as he pleased.

You looked up at him and moaned around him, signaling that you were okay and he could move.

He began to push your head down, your hands bracing yourself against the mattress as he moved your head via your ponytail.

You fought like hell to look up at him, having been told several times by everyone in the group that boys liked eye contact during head, and they were right. The moment your eyes met Sirius’s, he began to fuck your mouth even faster, his pupils blowing and growing darker at the sight.

“Fucking hell, fuck,” he moaned.

You were so ridiculously turned on by the sight and sounds of Sirius, and felt confidence build from your core upwards. You reached a hand up and gently cradled his balls, squeezing ever so slightly as he continued to fuck your mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, extending the word as he finally gave in and his back slammed against the mattress. His hand never left your head, but it did loosen, and you took the opportunity to take control of the pace.

You didn’t let up, but rather tried to push yourself as much as you could, sinking yourself as deep as you possibly could on Sirius. You fought through the gags, and your nose grazed Sirius’s lower stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t do that or I’m gonna fucking come down your throat,” he said.

So you did it again.

“Shit, please, I need to be in you to come,” he pleaded.

You liked hearing him whiny and desperate for you, so you held him in your throat and swallowed, constricting around him.

Sirius bucked his hips involuntarily, pushing himself to the absolute limit. It was too much for you, and you pulled away to catch your breath.

Despite his leaking cock and evident need, Sirius took the opportunity to hook his arms under yours, hoisting you up to a stand.

“But-“

“I am so not ready to be done with you yet,” he said.

Sirius stood and traded places with you, forcing you onto the mattress and standing between your legs.

He pulled your shirt upwards, and you raised your arms to allow for him to remove the garment and throw it off to the side. He skillfully unclasped your bra blindly, throwing it in the same direction he had your shirt, leaving you bare naked beneath him.

“Merlin’s fucking beard,” he said, his hands roaming the newly exposed skin.

You felt yourself stiffen underneath his touch, the direct attention on your exposed body causing you to be nervous.

“Oh, baby, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice full of adoration, like you were the most ethereal being he had ever seen, and he couldn’t comprehend that he got to see you like this.

“You called me baby.”

Sirius met your eyes in concern. “Is that okay?”

“I like it.”

Sirius smiled and resumed staring at you, studying every curve of your body like he would never get to see it again.

As much as you appreciated the adoration, you needed some part of him inside of you, and you needed it now. You knew of one surefire way to pull Sirius back into a rough, possessive headspace. It was playing with fire, but fuck you liked the heat.

“Only Remus calls me baby.”

Sirius’s hands stopped. He slowly looked up to your face, surprise at your confidence evident on his face.

“Oh yeah?” he challenged, running a hand down your entire torso, not even bothering to prep you before he roughly inserted two fingers into you, “is that right?”

“Mhm,” you moaned as Sirius began to viciously scissor and pump his fingers in and out of you, your wetness enough that you didn’t need any extra preparation.

Your hips began to swirl beneath him, and Sirius pressed his palm to your clit, adding to the immediate intensity of the stimulation.

“Only Remus calls you baby, huh?” he said, his own anger working himself up to fuck his fingers into you rougher and rougher, faster and faster, “then I guess only Remus can make you come like this too, huh? If Remus is so fucking special.”

“Fuck,” was all you could cry out.

“You’re mine, you understand that? I can call you whatever the fuck I want, baby. What are you gonna do, go cry to Remus about it? Would you rather have his fingers inside of you? Huh?” Sirius was seething as he gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him with his unoccupied hand, “would you?”

“N-no,” you gasped out.

“Oh, but you seem to be so fucking obsessed with him, don’t you?” His pace was fucking ruthless, and your entire body was writhing and convulsing beneath him as you instinctively tried to escape the intensity, but he wasn’t letting up. His face was mere inches from yours, and he watched you come undone as he spoke, anger mixing with lust. “You only ever wanna have Remus make you come, huh? Don’t even know what you’re missing. You like this? Does it feel good? Because if he’s so great, I’ll just go get Remmy and he can bite you some more.”

Sirius was angry beyond the point of coming back. He needed you to disagree; he needed you to want him so bad and come so hard that you couldn’t even consider Remus.

“So good, please, I want you, just you-“

Sirius moved his hand to your throat, applying light pressure, mostly to hold you in place, rather than cut off air flow.

You knew Sirius’s anger was not only from a place of lust and longing, but a place of hurt. Sirius was never needed or wanted, and you knew he compared himself to Remus relentlessly.

“I only want you, Siri, please, wanted you for so long-“ you could barely get words out through the strangled moans and gasps, “it’s always been about you, fuck- fuck, I’m gonna- fuck, Siri, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah? Didn’t know you could come for anyone but Remus.”

Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes as you writhed uncontrollably under Sirius’s harsh grasp. He curled his fingers as he pumped, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Please, please, Siri, come- gonna come- please-“

“Should I just go get-“

You cut off Sirius’s sassiness before he could say the name again. “Fucks sake, Sirius, please,” you gasped, his grip on your throat loosening when he heard your tone, “I only want you, I don’t fucking care about Remus right now, please make me come, Merlin- fuck- I need you-“

Sirius pulled his fingers out of you entirely.

Your breath was erratic and quick as you looked up at him, almost in disbelief that he had just done that. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move. Your core ached and clenched around nothing.

“W- wh- I-“

Sirius dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his body shaking slightly, and you heard his sniffles and gasps from beside your head. In an instant, the walls crashed down.

“Siri?” you asked, your voice gentle and calm.

Sirius lifted himself on his arms and looked down at you, a tear still falling down his cheek.

You wiped the tear away and tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, stroking his cheek with your thumb, as he had done to you earlier. “You okay?”

“Just worked myself up a little too much, ‘m sorry,” he sniffled, “‘n you said you need me.”

“Mhm,” you smiled, “you can’t compare yourself to Remus all the time, Sirius. Two completely different relationships.”

“But you always went to him, and you never came to me, it was always him-“

“Sirius, you said it yourself, we can’t just fuck around and call it a day. It’s always been different with us, you know that,” you spoke.

“I’m just always second, and I just-“

“I shouldn’t have said only Remus calls me baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to work you up that much,” you said.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he took a deep breath, “‘m sorry. I’m good, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not second, Sirius. Who’s been making me blush all this time? Take it easy, breathe. Can you lay down?” you asked.

Sirius laid out on his back next to you, and you swung a leg over his waist, straddling him despite your aching core.

You toyed with the buttons of his shirt. “Can I?”

You could see that he was about to cry again.

“Sh, sh, easy,” you said, leaning down to kiss him sweetly, “you’re beautiful, Sirius, I just wanna see you.”

Sirius didn’t fight you as you unbuttoned his shirt, your lips attached to his neck so that he didn’t have the added nerves of knowing you were watching his chest and stomach become more and more exposed each second.

You pushed his shirt open, and slowly kissed down his collarbone, then his chest, and then his stomach, lifting just before where his cock was still hard and leaking onto his lower stomach.

You looked up at him, and realized his eyes never left you.

“Are you okay?” you checked in.

“Sorry,” Sirius said, wiping his eyes one final time before he was able to pull himself back to earth, “nothing ruins the mood like my insecurities.”

You kissed him again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m still in a mood. You stopped touching me at the worst fucking moment.”

Sirius snickered. “Next time, don’t be so fucking needy.” He was baiting you. You were happy to bite.

You ran your fingers across his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. “Can’t help it,” you said, touching him softly and nonchalantly, “I need you bad.”

“Yeah?” he asked as you lifted your hips, positioning yourself directly above his aching cock.

“I need you so, so bad, Siri,” you said, slowly sinking down onto his length.

His hands gripped your hips violently, his knuckles nearly going white from the strength of his hold. He had been imagining what you would feel like around him for what felt like an eternity. As you sank fully down, Sirius couldn’t help but hold you there, barring you from movement.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your forehead pressing against his.

“Baby, baby, baby,” Sirius chanted like a mantra.

“Please let me move, Siri, I need to feel you so bad,” you spoke quietly in his ear.

“Fucking hell,” he said, releasing his grasp on your hips and allowing you to bounce up and down.

You still hadn’t nailed your riding technique, so it took you a few tries to get your balance right. You knew you had it when Sirius grabbed for your arm, a low moan escaping his lips as he pulled you to him.

He kissed you harshly, taking a moment to relish in the feeling of you fucking him. As good as it felt, Sirius was not okay with you servicing him and doing all the work, when all he wanted was to wreck you.

Sirius held the back of your head to maintain the kiss as his other arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your torso to his as he began to snap his hips upward. You whined into the kiss at the sudden new angle.

“Heard you like being manhandled baby, is that right?” he spoke into your ear, your head falling into the crook of his neck, “you like it rough, huh?”

You moaned in response as Sirius snapped his hips even faster, holding your waist down so that you stayed in place for him.

“Liked you ‘cus you were so fuckin’ innocent,” he began, your entire body jolting with each thrust of his hips, “could tell from how easily I made you blush. Knew it’d be fun to wreck you. Never dreamed you’d like it so fucking much,” he slapped your ass hard, causing you to cry out into his shoulder.

“Been-“ you could barely speak, “thinking about this, you- so long.”

Sirius fucked into you faster. “Keep talkin’.”

“Siri, please, don’t make me.”

Sirius slapped your ass, not letting up on his pace at all. “Please, baby, keep fuckin’ talking.”

“Not fair,” you struggled out.

“What’s not fair,” he shot back, “is making me wait this long to feel you. Fuckin’ hell, angel, you feel so fucking good.”

Sirius slowed down, almost fully stilling before he flipped your two bodies over. He then grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips upward to meet his.

You went to hoist yourself up on your arms, but he grabbed your wrists, connecting them behind your back and holding them with one hand. “Down.”

“I’m not a dog,” you challenged, “unlike some people.”

Sirius smiled, a genuine smile. You were joking with him in the middle of intense sex. It just kept getting better and better.

“Oh, shut up,” he replied.

“Are you fluffy? Like what color are you? Do you know tricks?” you taunted.

Sirius growled, leaning over you and shoving a finger into your mouth. “I said shut up.”

You sucked on his finger obediently as he rolled his hips and entered you again.

“Good girl,” he said, breathy, “you’re taking me so well.”

You whimpered into the pillow as Sirius rutted your hips into the mattress, his thrusts not fast, but hard.

“I’m gonna-“

“Not yet.”

“But-“

“Don’t you fucking come yet, you understand?”

“I don’t know how to-“

Sirius gripped your jaw, holding you down as he leaned further and further onto you, “don’t fucking come until I say so. You’re mine, listening is the least you can fuckin’ do to show it. Unless you’re not mine.”

Hook, line, and sinker. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Siri, all yours, I need you, only you-“

“Fuck,” he cried out, the loudest he’d been yet.

You fought like hell not to come, but it was difficult when the boy you’d been fantasizing about forever was fucking you ruthlessly from behind and moaning your name.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

Your name sounded so sweet coming from his lips.

He smacked your ass again, watching the way the flesh moved when touched. He watched himself enter and almost exit you time and again, admiring how fell you fit together.

You felt his eyes travel up your back to your face again, where you lay wrecked, burying your face in the pillow to silence yourself.

“Uh uh uh,” Sirius tsked, pulling your hair so that your face was pressed sideways into the pillow, “let me hear you.”

“Siri-“

“Just like that, baby, sounds so pretty when you say it.”

“Please let me come, Siri,” you begged.

“Fuck, lay down,” he said, pulling out of you and tapping your hip to alert you to turn around.

You laid on your back and Sirius immediately re-entered you.

“Wanna look at your pretty face when you come for me,” he explained, leaning down to kiss you.

Despite the harsh snapping of his hips, Sirius kissed you gently, a reminder that he was still him, and you were still you, and this was still real and safe.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your body fought, and was denied release a third time. “Siri, please, I’m gonna come, please-“

“Not until I say so, babydoll, you can do it,” he groaned, “need to come with you. Need it so bad.”

“Need you,” you said, “I need you to come in me, please.”

“You need me to come inside you? Hm? You need me?”

“I need all of you, please, Siri-“

Sirius moved a hand between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit as he fucked you.

Your back arched as you whimpered, the sudden contact too much to hold back anymore.

“Wanna feel you, baby, come for me.”

That was all it took.

Your high crashed over you violently, your walls squeezing Sirius intensely as you, for lack of a more descriptive term, screamed.

The constriction of your walls sent Sirius over the edge. He could have come the second you touched him, but he wanted to wait for this moment, and it was sweeter than he could have imagined.

You pried your eyes open to watch Sirius as he came, but he was focused completely on you, his pleasure being achieved from seeing yours. He leaned down to kiss you as you both caught your breath.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as if he would leave without you holding on. After a few moments, he had to physically pry your arms apart.

“Gotta pull out sometime, babydoll.”

You stuck your lower lip out in a hyperbolic pout. “Why?”

“Merlin, you are everything,” he said, smiling and kissing you one more time before he pulled himself out of you. He gazed to where your bodies had just met, and watched as some of his come spilled out of you.

“Fucking perfect,” he said, so quiet it was nearly a whisper.

You pushed sweat-slicked hair away from your forehead, stretching out your sore legs and instinctively closing your legs.

“No, no, no,” Sirius said, pushing your legs apart again, “the show isn’t over.”

You giggled as you watched him, so consumed in the sight that he was trying to not even blink.

“It feels messy, let me clean up a bit,” you said.

“Sh, I’ll obviously clean you up,” he protested, “just let me make the moment last a little longer.”

When Sirius was satisfied, he looked at your sweaty, fucked-out frame, and decided normal aftercare wasn’t enough.

“We need a shower,” he laughed.

“I don’t-“ your cheeks flushed as you weighed what you were about to say, “I don’t think I can stand.”

Sirius grinned wide, leaning down to kiss you before scooping you up into his arms. “You don’t have to,” he said, carrying you toward the bathroom.

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The Babysitter | Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x fem!Reader

Summary: You didn’t have any superpowers, nor were you even qualified for the position, yet somehow a mishap between Alexei and Yelena ends up in getting you a new job. Bob-sitter. 

Contents: No Y/N, fem!reader, college student!reader, mentions of food and eating in this chapter.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Sweet Tooth

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You didn’t really know what to expect of your new job. From what you understood from your conversation with Yelena, it was mostly intended for you to stick around Bob when they went on missions. But then came the unexpected attacks, or last-minute meetings. Alexei had concluded it’d be easiest if you just spent most of your time at the Watchtower. Your classes were mostly online, so it didn’t make too much of a difference in your life. It was good for you, too, to socialize with someone other than your laptop. 

The first week was somewhat awkward. You’d tried a little too hard to keep Bob engaged, but soon realized he much preferred a silent companion. Not that he didn’t enjoy conversation, or your presence, but more that he craved actual genuine interest and not the artifice you were trying to engage him with. The happy inbetween ended up being him reading in the windowsill while you did your coursework. 

The rest of the team was busier in their day to day life than you’d expected. John spent most of his time in his own home, trying to rekindle his relationship with his wife and child. He still came to the Watchtower every other day, joining the team for dinner and meetings. So many meetings. What they were about, you had no clue. You’d expected the life of a superhero to be a bit more eventful than the many, many meetings they attended. 

Ava’d explained it was mainly because of their past as mercenaries and current connection to Val that they had to have a lot of meetings about the legality of things. Every step they took had to be approved until they could be trusted enough to make their own decisions. 

Speaking of trusting someone enough to make their own decisions.

“Can we go to the store later?” It’d been about an hour or 2 since Bob last spoke. His voice startled you out of your focus. He quickly apologized for scaring you. 

“Hey, hey, no worries. I was just really focussed. What do you want to go to the store for? And not that I don’t wanna come, but can’t you go alone?” You wondered. 

“I mean, I can, I think. I’m pretty sure Yelena would prefer it if I stayed inside at all times wrapped up in bubble wrap. I don’t really need anything, I’ve just read about every book to be found in this place. Need some new material,” Bob chuckled. 

“How about this, I’m almost done with this assignment. Let’s go to a bookstore and we can go get some lunch after, yeah?” 

Bob beamed at the suggestion, clearly done with being cooped up inside at all times. He put the book he finished back on the shelf and walked into the hallway, presumably to go get his things. You typed a few more words into your document before saving it and closing your laptop. 

You grabbed your bag off the floor and took out only a few essentials. No need to bring the entire thing if you were just going for lunch. 

Bob was taking a little longer than expected, so you went to check in on him. You went to knock, but the door to his room was open. Just as you were about to ask if he was ready to go, he tugged the loose shirt he was wearing over his head to change it for another. 

Holy shit. Bob is ripped. 

You felt heat rush to your face as you quickly backed away from the door. Sure, Bob was cute, you weren’t blind. He had the whole soft broken boy thing going on. You never would’ve guessed he was built like a brick house under all those baggy sweaters. Sweet lord. 

“Hey, you ready?” Speak of the devil. Incredibly toned devil. Very good looking devil. 

“YEAH, I’m– Let’s go,” you walked towards the elevator before you could embarrass yourself any further. If your flushed complexion was even noticeable, Bob didn’t mention it. You had the instinct to fan your face, but resisted. You also resisted looking at Bob’s abdomen, now covered by yet another baggy shirt. 

How hadn’t you noticed? His arms were quite toned, as well. He didn’t wear short sleeves very often in the week you’d known him. God, you had to get past this, mentally, or your job was suddenly going to be a lot harder. Like his hard abs. STOP THAT.

Wait, can Bob read minds? He better not. Bob? Bob? BOB? BOB!? BOB!! Alright, safe… For now. 

“You alright?” Bob asked when you’d reached the bottom floor. He was waiting for you to get out of the elevator. You quickly got out and followed him past the reconstruction of the entryway.  Bob had looked up a few bookstores in the area. You let him lead the way, even when you’d probably been in New York longer than he had. 

You reached the first bookstore, a dusty secondhand one, after about 10 minutes of walking in silence. It wasn’t awkward, even if you’d expected it to be. Bob liked the silence, even when it was also one of his biggest enemies in life. The city made it so it was never actually quiet, though. 

A small bell rang as you entered the store. Bob held the door for you, like a true gentleman. 

“Anything specific you’re looking for?” You whispered as Bob bent his neck to read the spines. You browsed a little for yourself, as well, letting him take his time. 

“Not particularly, no. Just anything that piques my interest. I like fiction, though,” he mumbled the last part as he took a book off the shelf. 

“I thought you might be a fiction guy,” you smiled. In a different timeline where life hadn’t severely fucked him over, he was probably a big nerd. He was really smart, smarter than he let on. 

“Really? What gives it away?” Bob chuckled, thumbing a few spines, looking for a specific title by the same author. 

“Hmm, your general vibes, maybe? You just seem like the kind of guy who wants to escape reality every now and then.” You picked a book off the shelf you’d been meaning to read. College took up most of your time, you didn’t even remember the last time you’d actually sat down to read a book.

“That’s true, I guess. I like exploring new worlds, especially when worldbuilding is good,” Bob let you know. He’d put a few of the books he grabbed back, but held onto one you assumed he intended on buying. 

He was slowly opening up, something you were glad for. He was a lot more confident in himself when he was more comfortable, you noticed. 

Bob finished browsing and went to the register, taking your book out of your hands to pay for both. It was then he realized he had brought no means to pay besides a few stray dollars in the pockets of his pants. 

You chuckled and playfully rolled your eyes. You paid for the books and the clerk put them in a bag, handing them to you. You gave the bag to Bob. “If I’m gonna be paying, the least you can do is carry them. They’re mostly yours, anyway.” 

“I’ll pay you back. You’re not supposed to be spending money. If anything you’re supposed to be making it right now.” Bob promised. 

You told him there was no need. It wasn’t an expensive store, and the pay you received for pretty much just being his friend more than covered the costs. 

“Coffee?” You asked after you’d hit another bookstore. Bob agreed. Neither of you’d found anything at the last store. The books were mainly about business and finance, not the most interesting. 

You were about to pull up your phone to search for a café when Bob spotted the cutest little one just across the street, ‘Little Paris.’ 

Bob held the door for you once again. He would have to stop being all chivalrous if you wanted any chance of escaping today emotionally unscathed. 

You were led to a small booth in the back and got your menus. Bob seemingly had a hard time choosing between the many pastry and lunch options. In the end he settled for a stack of crėpes with chocolate sauce and an espresso. 

“They balance each other out,” he tried to convince you, to no avail. 

“If I’d known you had such a sweet tooth I’d have been trying to win you over with all the candy over the last week,” you laughed. 

The waitress came and took your orders, taking back the menus and leaving you with Bob once again. 

“You wouldn’t need candy to win me over, you’re sweet enough,” Bob said. Your eyebrows raised as far as they would go, 

“Robert Reynolds, was that a pickup line?” Your jaw hung open in mock offense. 

“Wh- No, that’s not what I meant! I meant you’ve been very nice, ‘s all…” 

“Damn, here I thought you were hitting on me. Might’ve made this a lunch date.” 

Bob flushed visibly, and you knew to take the teasing down a notch. Whether he was blushing because he had accidentally hit on you or because of the implication you’d go on a date with him, you weren’t sure.

Your drinks arrived just in time to break the awkward tension. You made Bob do a haul of the books he’d bought while you waited for your food to be served. They were mainly fantasy books, but there were a few self-help ones. 

“To be honest, I don’t really think you can get the kind of help I need from books, but it might be a good start to at least read up on it, I suppose,” Bob explained. 

“Somehow I don’t think those books cover superpowers,” you chimed in. Bob chuckled and agreed. 

Your food arrived, and you’d never seen a grown man so delighted to see a plate of sweet gooeyness. 

“Y’know–” Bob spoke in between bites. “Ever since I got these powers I’ve been crazy hungry. Bucky says it’s because your body burns so much more so your metabolism goes up, but sometimes I feel like an empty pit.” 

You pointed to the corner of his mouth, where a little chocolate sauce had escaped. He quickly wiped it with a napkin before continuing his ravaging. 

“It makes sense. Muscles… Assuming you have… Those… Uh, require energy, so…,” you chimed in, not really giving it much more thought. Mentally, you smacked your head against the wall. Physically, you just took another sip of your drink. 

“I mean, I’m not sure I’d be sitting here if I had zero muscles at all, so… You’re probably right,” Bob took a big gulp of the espresso, wincing at the bitter aftertaste. 

“You should eat until you feel full, though. We have plenty of time,” you smiled. You were nowhere near as far with your plate as Bob was with his, which was pretty much gone. 

“Hmm, we’ll still be here by midnight, then. I’m sure they’d wanna close before that. I’m not a monster, these people deserve to go home at some point,” the statement was followed by his last bite. 

“At some point, yes, but in the meantime, feel free to order more food.” 

“Oh, I will. I don’t even remember what you’re having, but it looks really good,” Bob stared at your plate as he sipped his coffee. “You want some?” You offered, raising your fork with a bite on it. 

“I mean, I– I’ll order my own,” Bob smiled awkwardly. 

“You can still have a taste, if you want,” you dangled the fork in front of his face tauntingly. 

Bob caught your wrist and snatched the fork out of your hand, putting the bite in his mouth. Your jaw dropped in shock, not expecting him to do that. His grip on your wrist had been stronger than he’d likely intended for it to be, but it had stung a little. It might bruise, but you didn’t care. Not if he was having a good time. 

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely ordering this,” Bob nodded as he swallowed the bite. The waitress came over at the exact right moment, allowing him to order another plate. 

You ordered another drink, even when yours hadn’t been entirely empty yet, just so Bob wouldn’t feel weird about ordering more. 

When Bob was finally satiated you called the waitress for the bill. Bob blanched, once again remembering he was relying on you for money right now. “At least let me get the tip,” he offered, putting whatever bills were left in his pocket on the table. You let him. 

When you finally made your way back to the tower it was later than you’d scheduled. You got up to the penthouse and saw Yelena and Ava sitting on the couch, watching some shitty reality show. 

Bob put his new books on the shelves and handed you the one you’d picked out for yourself. You thanked him and put it in your bag, taking the opportunity to gather your stuff. 

“I have to go, but I’ll be back tomorrow?” It was a question directed at both Yelena and Bob. You never knew what their schedule was like. Yelena nodded as she munched on some chips. “I’ll be here until like 2, so if you can come by before that, that’d be great!” 

Before you got on the elevator your name rang from Bob’s lips. You turned back to look at him as you waited for the doors to open. “Thank you, for today I mean.” It was accompanied by a warm smile. 

You returned the same warm smile. “Anytime.”

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[remmicks-bloodbag]

Umbra || Remmick

Part one

Authors note: don’t come here and start getting on me in the comments you don’t want to read this shit then don’t read it bitch (wrote to much so I’m turning it into a mini fic)

Warnings: blood(period), stalking, 1930s setting, reader is sammie’s sister (of age of course older), cursing, use of y/n, Remmick having a filthy mouth, part two?

Night in the Mississippi delta was a totally different thing. Gotta be on the lookout for klan at night by yourself, the humidity, and not to mention the darkness. Humming a tune as you walked the dark dirt road. Eyes darting from left to right as the sounds of crickets chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze maki mad you stop in your tracks.

Looking back over your shoulder nothing was there. The pale moon that hung in the sky made every shadow seem longer as they twisted into grotesque shapes. The branches of the trees swayed and the air turned colder as you neared the house. The hair on your neck stood on end.

The reminder of Annie’s words wrung in your head. ‘Haints, vampires, and other spirits. Watch out now girl.’ Picking the pace i passed the church nearing our home. The feeling of eyes on you sent a shiver down your spine.

That’s when you saw him. Emerging from the shadows of the tree line. Mentally cursing yourself for not walking home earlier before the sun went down. But it felt like he was almost waiting. The air blew a little harsher as he made eye contact with you. All the signs of danger were there and made you want to run to the nearest house.

But his features they were quelling your desperate need to run. The way the moon hit his brown hair that sat against his forehead like he’s been running a marathon, a perfect smile with a glimpse of sharp teeth that made you nervous, and his eyes…did they just look red?

Something ain’t right with this white man as you itched to run. “Ain’t it late for a pretty thing like you to be out here darlin’.” You watched his as he walked closer to you. “Yes sir just making my way home.” You hesitated as you started walking again.

“Beautiful tune you were humming. Practicing for church on Sunday?” You shifted and looked back at him over your shoulder. All of a sudden it felt like your heart dropped to your ass. “How you know I gotta sing on Sunday?”

Your eyes looking from him to the church in the distance. Your brain screaming for you to run. “I’ve been watching you lass.” He walked around you in circles making your chances in running a little slim. “You have the voice of an angel.”

The man chuckled and looked making eye contact with you. You caught it again his eyes were red. “Nah what the fuck” you backed up from him. “Oh you figured it out you right smart there girl.”

Turning and running around him you made your break for the closet place. The church. Heart pounding the sound beating in your eyes and the wind blowing felt harsh on your skin.

It felt like your lungs were burning. Vision getting blurry as you tripped on something. “Fuck fuck fuck.” Trying to scramble up to your feet only to be feel what you know to be his large hand wrap around your ankle and drag you back to him.

Nails scratching the dirt hoping to grip something to stop him from dragging you. “Now now lil’ hare I don’t wanna hurt you ya hear.”

He turned you over slowly hands sliding up your leg to your hips keeping you still on the ground as he straddled you.

“What do you want from me?” There was no point in fighting him. It was already to late and he was obviously stronger than you. “Been watching you for a while like I said lass. But I couldn’t help myself I could smell you from miles away.” Red eyes peering down at you as he now sat on his haunches.

“You mean to kill me.” A groan left the vampire above you. “No no silly girl. I mean to feed off you and make you feel like heaven is on earth darlin’.” His hands started moving again. Bunching up your dress and slip just above your hips.

This was sin wrapped in sin with the devil himself.

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[pazzi5351]

Can’t be friends.

Paige x Azzi

Word count: 1.2k

An: an anon asked for this and I started it yesterday then I had dance then the knicks were playing (they lost💔) and I’m just now finishing it k bye hope ya like! Also I added like no fluff and lowk leaving it on a cliffhanger cs idk what else to add🤧

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Paige and Azzi had always been, different. Their parents noticed it when they first became friends. Their teammates noticed it when Azzi stepped on UConn’s campus for the first time, and Paige’s mood drastically changed.

The only people who didn’t seem to notice were Paige and Azzi themselves.

They went along with being “just best friends” though, the lines between that and something more had been crossed years before.

They went along with being “just best friends” until the glances between them lasted a beat too long. The hands on backs rested lower. And, the tension between them was so thick, people were starting to see it.

Especially their teammates.

“Ok Paige. What the hell is going on between you and Azzi.” Ice asked Paige, while watching the lobby screen of their fortnight game.

“Yeah,” Kk chimed in. “You guys are like, super, weirdly, close.”

“Bruuh. What are y’all even saying right now?” Paige asked, with an incredulous look on her face.

“We’re asking, friend to friend, if you and Azzi have something going on.” Ice said, matter of factly. “It’s totally chill if y’all do, I mean, we don’t care, we just wanna know.”

Paige slowly put her controller down, and turned to look at her friends. “There’s no way you’re seriously asking me that. Right? Me and Azzi are just friends. Why’s that so hard to believe? Sure, we’re close but, y’all are close too. It’s the same thing.”

Ice and Kk shared a look.

“No. It’s not the same honey. Not at all. I mean sure Ice and I are close but, you and Azzi, y’all are close.” Kk said, putting emphasis on the last word.

“Define ‘close’. Because since Azzi and I are just soo ‘close’, I’m sure you have examples of our ‘closeness’.” Paige said, rather defensively, for a reason she couldn’t name.

“Sure,” Ice nodded. “You open her water bottles, drive her car, when she very clearly has a license; you bring her snacks, text her asking if she ate or if she’s hungry, you bring her food without asking, you always, and I mean always, let her steal your clothes, but when I ask you say no, or you ‘don’t know where it is because last time you saw it Azzi had it.’ What else Kk? That’s all I got.”

“Oh I’ll go on,” Kk responded. “Paige, you literally have carried her out of the bar when she was ‘too tired’ to walk, I’ve watched you make snack bags for her, and for away games, you carry her bags and yours to the bus so she, and I quote from you, ‘doesn’t strain anything holding her bags because they’re heavy.’ There’s a lot more, but you look shocked right now, so I’ll let you sit with that.”

When Ice and Kk finished, Kk was right. Paige was shocked. She never realized how much she did for Azzi. All of it was just second nature to her, like taking care of Azzi was her birthright.

All she could say to her friends was “Oh.”

Ice raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Just ‘oh’?”

Paige blinked, like she hadn’t even heard the question. “I didn’t—I mean, I just… I don’t know. That’s just how we are.”

Kk crossed her arms, gaze steady. “No, Paige. That’s how you are with her. There’s a difference.”

And maybe Paige should’ve argued, should’ve denied it again. But instead, she sat there, controller long forgotten in her lap, a cold dread settling in her stomach.

Because they were right.

She didn’t sleep that night. Her mind kept playing scenes back like a highlight reel: Azzi asleep on her shoulder during the flight to South Carolina. Azzi curled into her side on the hotel bed, scrolling on her phone while Paige absentmindedly braided her hair. Azzi in her hoodie. Azzi in her car. Azzi everywhere.

And the way her chest clenched whenever Azzi smiled at someone else like she used to only smile at her.

Paige rolled over, staring at the unread text.

Azzi💗: “u up?”

She didn’t reply.

For days after that, Paige pulled back. Not enough for Azzi to call her out, but enough that the gap started to form—small, but noticeable. She stopped waiting outside practice for Azzi. She made excuses to ride with someone else. She laughed at her jokes but didn’t meet her eyes.

And it was killing her.

Because nothing had changed—but everything had.

The final crack came on a Tuesday after team workouts. Everyone else had left. Paige was gathering her stuff when Azzi stepped in front of her, arms crossed, face unreadable.

“You mad at me?” she asked, quiet.

Paige blinked. “What? No. Why would I be mad?”

“You’ve been avoiding me, Paige,” Azzi said, voice firmer now. “You don’t even look at me.”

“I’ve just been tired.”

Azzi scoffed. “Don’t lie to me. You suck at it.”

Paige’s hands tightened around her hoodie. “I’m not avoiding you.”

Azzi’s gaze narrowed. “Then why do I feel like I did something wrong?”

Paige swallowed hard. “You didn’t.”

“Then what is it?” Azzi asked, voice low. “Because if you’re gonna push me away, your best friend, at least tell me why.”

Paige shook her head. “You don’t get it.”

“Make me get it,” Azzi said, scanning Paige’s face for any type of answer. “Because I can’t fix something you won’t tell me.”

Paige scoffed and shook her head. “That’s the thing, Az. You can’t fix it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s me,” Paige said, finally meeting her eyes. “It’s what I feel when I look at you. It’s what I do, for you, without thinking; like carrying your bags, buying your snacks, giving you every part of me like it’s nothing. And it’s not nothing. Not to me.”

Azzi’s lips parted, but she didn’t speak.

Paige’s voice cracked. “I don’t know when it stopped being just friends, but I know I didn’t even notice until it was too late. And now I feel it all the time. All the time, Azzi. And I didn’t want to say it because if I do, everything changes.”

Azzi took a slow step forward. “It doesn’t have to change, P.”

“I’m scared.”

“So am I.”

There was silence.

And then Paige, barely above a whisper, said, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Azzi didn’t move. She just stood there, slightly taken aback, breathing slowly, staring at Paige like she’d waited years to hear those words.

Then, finally, “Good. Because I’m in love with you too.”

They didn’t kiss that night, no. It was two girls, with a long history together, sitting on a bench, still sweaty from practice, hands shaking slightly as they reached for each other. It was quiet. Heavy. Real.

They didn’t tell anyone right away. Not because they were hiding, but because Paige wasn’t ready to say it out loud again.

When the team asked where they’d been—when they snuck away during a night out or vanished from the locker room after practice—Paige would shrug, let Azzi answer. She couldn’t bear the teasing, the jokes. Not yet.

It wasn’t until Ice caught them in the hallway—Azzi standing too close, Paige’s thumb brushing over her knuckles—that someone finally said it.

“You’re together, huh?”

Azzi nodded slowly. Paige froze. Azzi noticed.

Ice smiled, small and sure. “Took you long enough.”

And Paige’s chest loosened, just a little.