#like why would you make him a wet little kitten when he was a feral little fuck lashing out and giving people rabies like it was his JOB

[lapetitechatonne]

small rant

listen. i love tim. i’ve been writing a character study about him for over a year.

but if i read one more “aww Tim was just a baby boi 🥺 and everyone was so mean to him when Bruce died” post i’m GOING to scream. in fact i was yelling about it and my girlfriend had to listen to it all so she’s really the victim in all this.

stop👏sacrificing👏THE WHOLE ARCH👏and everyone’s👏characterization👏to👏babygirl-ify👏him👏

[skzthelomlhehe]

Okie sooo I'm like in the middle of tests and work and the progress to my upcoming oneshots have been slow so I thought, "why not make some headcanons?" (Frankly cuz I'm fucking bored of studying and working all the damned time)

Okie so for these little imagines, I was thinking

How your boyfriend!skz would react to you waiting for them in a sexy lingerie after they had a long day at work! [Ot8] {Pt. 1: Hyung Line}

MDNI // includes smut (think y'all can know by the title itself lmao), I'm not exactly sure what warnings to include, just know it's smutty (I'm very sorry I'm highly sleep deprived and running on my 7th coffee today my brain cannot function) // established relationships

Bang Chan

Ok so like- I just KNOW the man wouldn't even notice. He'd walk in to your shared apartment (idfk), his head hanging with like heavy sighs and he wouldn't even notice what you were wearing when he walks in. I feel like it wouldn't be AFTER he had his shoes off and walking slow, tired steps towards you and then he looks up and drops his jaw like the bag he had in his hand. He'd prolly stutter sumn like, "Y-Y/N...? What are you...?" And not even have the means to say anything else. He would just be standing there worshipping you, basking in your beauty and walk up to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist nice and gentle and place soft wet kisses everywhere, once again, worshipping you. Feel like even if he's tired, he would savour you in the gentlest way possible and if he had a really bad day, maybe even cry in your arms a little and vent during aftercare (cuz we all know what a damned softie he is and we love him for that)

Lee Know

For him, I'd say he would just walk in STOMPING cuz he's PISSED (possibly at himself cuz he thinks he doesn't work hard enough or at something or the other that disrupted his usual flow) and he'd just flop on the couch calling out to you probably to cuddle. Maybe even get things heated iykyk and in this case, he'd definitely do the latter. When you walk in wearing that sexy lingerie, his eyes would be wide fixated on you. And seeing him down on the couch in his usual manspread would just get you DRIPPIN'. He would probably scoff at the sight in front of him and flick his fingers motioning you to come and pat on his thighs to get you to sit down and like his little kitten you are, you would obey without a word. He'd probably run his hands all through your body, placing wet kisses, maybe even leaving marks. I'd imagine him saying something like, "what a good kitty. How'd you know I would need just this, hm?" In this husky seductive tone (once again iykyk) and despite how tired he is, I'd think he would take his time eating you up cuz youre his favourite meal~

Changbin

Would he possibly be walking in looking like he could murder someone? Yes. Will he come home to find you like that and go fucking feral? Absolutely. Will he just absolutely wreck your brains out? DEFINITELY. Do I even have to say anything?? The man is a gentle beast. He's gonna care for you, he's gonna love you, prepare you with foreplay and the moment he gets permission and knows you're ready to take him, he'd go BEAST. And then once you're done, and you'd just be laying there huffing in his arms, he would loudly yap about his day and by the end of it, let you know how much he loves you and appreciates your efforts cuz you unintentionally just made him the happiest man alive.

Hyunjin

Another guy who would worship you, really. When he gets home tired and groggy to see you sitting like a beautiful sculpture who was sculpted with extra care, extra love and extra details, he would fold. Probably melt in your arms telling you how crazy gorgeous you looked and how he would take his time painting you with his cum and then later after making a mess out of you, he'd take his time engraving your image both on his canvas and in his mind. No matter how tired he was from the day full of work, once you guys were done with all that, he would sit down on his painting stool with his large canvas in front of him while you laid there mindlessly filled and covered with his fluids. He'd look at you like a work of art, a once in a lifetime masterpiece created JUST for him while he keeps repeating sweet nothings as he paints you.

[deathlooksgoodonyou-if]

AAAAAAAHHH!!! Just found your If and I can already say that I can feel myself bitting at the bars of my cell, this is SO GOOD!

I'm already obsessed about so many different parts of this story and the demo hasn't even come out yet!! So I'm going to do what my little heart and messed up brain can and word vomit about my little fucked up MC!

So, you said they had a rough upbringing and that their situationship with Jules was also not healthy, so I did the sane thing and started projecting on them!

My little guy, my baby boy Kyrin, is absolutely not coping well and he mostly decides that any mean thoughts or emotions that surface are nothing important and immediately bottles them up for another day, month, year. They will never let anyone see under their mask because, well, why would anyone need to know? They like this version of him, so no matter how many things he has to say or thinks, they won't ever see the light of day.

And he does his best to seem like a well adjusted member of society, he even makes some friends (which to him is an epic win!!), and then he meets Jules.

And sadly, for everyone involved, it seems they match each other's freak.

Kyrin and Jules share something in common. Love is strange and scary for them, never having felt this strongly about anyone before, they have no idea how to handle it.

Kyrin, completely fumbling this whole new human experience, loves too hard and too bright. He wants Jules to like them, to spend time with them, to get any shred of attention from them as he can. And he doesn't even understand why.

Jules, of course also doesn't understand this love thing, and is in result scared by it.

The obvious happens.

It's when Jules begins dating another person that Kyrin's mask breaks. Years of anger, grief and a thousand other things finally breaking the camel's back.

Things get messy. Kyrin is angry. Jules is angry. They can't find a middle ground. Bridges are burnt.

And then Jules is murdered.

Kyrin is left alone, mask broken and a whole lot of emotions to sort through for the first time in a long time.

At this point, in the present, Kyrin is less of a wet cat and more of a feral stray kitten. Scared, angry and functioning entirely on his fight or flight mode.

With everything going on, he will absolutely choose to close himself off from others, feeling terrified of being so vulnerable and with so much in his plate that putting on his mask is near impossible at this point.

I have ideas of what I want his story to be, no pressure to add anything of this of course.

His main arc would be obviously getting his shit together and finally figuring himself out as a person but that's going to be pushed far back on the line of things to care about with the whole murderer on the lose and the incarnation of his grief, loss and self hate coming to haunt him.

For romance, it'll be a real hit or miss as the only one I can see him even willingly getting close is Mia and that is mostly because of the whole 'She will hurt you' part. After Jules passing, Kyrin absolutely doesn't believe they can or should be loved and that train of thought will only be reinforced by the new mean Jules in his head.

Of course, this is a big maybe because if that sanity stat does what is says, and by god I hope it does (little guy so fucked up that he is taking control of the narrative!!), then Kyrin will either kill someone or himself before the story ends. I want that stat as low as it can go!

Either way, this is going to be a really messy ride with an even messier ending and I can't wait for it!

kyrin is such a gorgeous, gorgeous name! He gives off major "I confuse instinct for desire. Isn't bite also touch?" vibes. 😭😭

I love it when people talk about their MCs in my asks. It helps me understand what y'all want and write them better. 🫶

[hermesserpent-stuff]

do do doooo i give sneak peak for the future of teeth and cards because i love these two. gambit and sabretooth are such a dynamic

Creed taps the kid’s hands. 

“Your punches are better than most, but your blocks need work cub.”

“I use my bo-staff to block most of the time in close quarters. I dont tend to fight up close. Cards make for good long range.”

“Doesn't mean that you should not try to learn.”

“I am trying! You just be big big kitty! Hard to block a boulder!”

The complaints remind him of his brother when they were both much younger. Creed chuffs and ruffles the complaining teen’s hair. He had been genuinely surprised when Remy had asked to spar with him. He had thought that Remy would be resistant to fighting him. But the kid had flatly stated that he was more comfortable with fighting touch compared to more casual touches. Which…. Made Creed a little sad. 

“It's why we practice kitten. So you can block this boulder.” 

Remy laughs and adjusts his stance. In all honestity, there is not much for him to do in ways of teaching the kid. The Guild had hammered all sorts of moves and skills into the kid's skull. He had never met a bo staff user quite so proficient. He attacks again, careful of his own claws. The kid dances away, and blocks pretty decently. Then the cub launches himself up and over Creed, flipping and twisting away from swiping paws. The kid dodges more than he blocks, but it seems to be his strategy. Wear an opponent down till he can take them down. Unfortunately, that won't work on everyone. 

The kid kicks his leg and Creed fights back on the urge to crumble and pretend to be hurt by the strike. He pushes past the urg and sweeps his hand at the kid who dodges, moving like water and shifting away. Another block, another flip, another punch that really has no effect on him. But this time his instinct take over, as holding back his claws made his brain register this whole fight as playing. Something he had not truly done since… the 1800s. Huh. 

He goes down from a punch to his arm, whining and crying out in false pain. Remy freezes eyes wide with terror. He drops down to his knees and is right beside Creed’s head. 

“Kitty! Creed!! Mon ami!! Oh no. Desole! Nonnononon.”

Creed immediately sits up and holds his hands out to the cub.

“Kid! Remy!! I'm alright.”

Remy blinks at him, eyes wet with unshed tears. He reaches forwards a little more. Remy launches himself forward and clings tightly to him. Creed purrs out comfort and slowly and carefully nuzzles his neck. Remy presses into him and clings tight.

“Hey. Remy. It's fine. There is nothing that you can do to me that can keep me down. I have a strong healing factor. I… we were play fighting. And sometimes in playfighting I go down with fake cries. Its… instinct. I havent had a pack member in a long time that would play fight with me. I did not mean to scare you.”

“‘M not scared.”

The kid says petulantly while clinging tightly to Creed. Creed gently pets the cub’s hair.

“Of course your not. You just wanted a hug.”

“Yeah. That be the truth.”

There is a soft sniffle. 

“We done fighting for the day kitten?”

Creed asks while still gently rubbing his scent into Remy’s neck. Remy hums and then pushes himself back. He boops Creed’s nose and grins like a loon. 

“Aw, mon Kitty, you not gonna get out of fightin’ this cajun that easy. Come on! I want to use my bo-staff.”

The kid’s eyes are clear and Creed lets him slip out of his arms easily. The feral cracks his back and croons.

“As if Id ever try to get out of a fight! Do you even know me, kitten?”

Remy laughs brightly.

“I know you homme. I know.”

[antichilde]

common ground

satoru gojo x fem reader, 2.7k words mdni

contents: 18+, fluff and smut, upperclassman gojo, inexperienced reader, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, no use of y/n, one shot… for now. haha, just kidding. unless..?

warnings: somnophilia, use of the word cunt, gendered language (gojo calls you ‘pretty girl’), semi-public sex

notes: let me know if you’d be interested in a part 2. based on a dream i had but i swear i don’t even like gojo that much

ao3 post

You dream of Gojo, warm and solid beneath you. It’s not the first time you’ve dreamed about him, nor will it be the last, but something about this one feels different. All the little details that your mind usually skips over have been filled in: his steady breathing, the scent of his cologne, the softness of his shirt as you clutch at the hem. It would appear that your mind has conjured them all for you to enjoy.

You can’t pinpoint when you become aware of the fact that you’re not completely asleep, but as you doze it registers that this is all a little too real to be a dream. There’s no sense of urgency or sudden revelation in your exhausted mind, just the knowledge that you should probably get up in the near future.

Gojo stirs when your eyes flutter open, your lashes tickling the skin of his neck. “Good morning.”

It’s very clearly not morning. The light streaming in from the windows has the distinct golden quality of late afternoon.

“What time is it?” you ask, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

His glances over at the clock. “A little after five. You were out for about an hour.”

Following his gaze, you recognize the familiar scenery of your dorm’s common area. How did you even…?

It’s at this point that the full context of your situation finally registers: you’d taken a nap on your upperclassman and long-time crush, Satoru Gojo. That on its own would be embarrassing and grounds for merciless teasing, but add to it the fact that you’ve been clinging to his shirt and possibly drooling all over him? He’s never going to let you live this one down.

His arm wraps around your waist as you start to sit up. “Hey, take it easy. No need to get up right away, I’m not going anywhere.”

“But—“

“But nothing. You need to rest.”

Trying to squirm out of his iron grip, you shift on his lap and another humiliating truth makes itself known.

One of his thighs is wedged between your legs. Based on the low buzz of arousal registering in your hips and cunt you’re almost certain you’d been grinding on him in your sleep.

Dropping your head back down onto his shoulder, you try to gauge the situation. Just because you can feel that you’re wet doesn’t necessarily mean that he feels it, right? Unless you’ve already soaked through the thin fabric of your panties, in which case you’re about to die of embarrassment.

“Where’s everyone else?” you ask tentatively.

“Out. They’ll be back in a couple hours.” Gojo’s lips curl into a little smile. “Why do you ask? Are you worried about getting caught in such a compromising position?”

“I just don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”

His smile widens into a full-blown grin. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Can’t have our classmates seeing the wet patch you left on my thigh. That would definitely give them the wrong idea.”

Of fucking course he knows. You’ve had enough of this. Gojo’s grip is as unbreakable as ever, but if you really make a scene you know he’ll let you go.

“That’s it. I’m getting up,” you say. It’s all the warning he gets before you try to escape. Gojo’s eyes widen as you thrash around in his arms, his glasses sliding down his nose.

“Hey, what are y—!”

He tightens his grip on your waist, using it as leverage to hold you at arms length the same way one would a feral kitten. This inadvertently drags your hips along his thigh, pulling a borderline pornographic moan from you. Both of you freeze.

For a moment the only sound is the slight creak of the fan blades whirling overhead.

“…Everyone is actually out, right?” you ask, staring hard at his collar. There’s no way you’re going to be able to meet his eyes right now.

“Yeah.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, smug bastard. “It’s just us.”

He loosens his hold on you, setting your full weight down on his thigh. The stimulation draws a whine from you, considerably less loud but just as embarrassing, and his fingers twitch, digging into you before he makes himself relax them.

“You still wanna get up?” he asks, running the pad of his thumb along your waistband. “Because you can if you want to, or you can keep riding my thigh. It’s up to you.”

Okay, so he’s giving you an out. That’s nice of him, even though there’s no way you’re going to take it. This is so humiliating.

Leaning forwards, you return to your original position, burying your face in his collar. He laughs, cradling you to him.

“Aw, don’t go getting all shy on me now. It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

“What was I doing before I woke up?” The question comes out muffled, but he seems to understand it anyway.

“Well, let’s see…” Tapping a finger against his lips, Gojo reflects on the past hour. “At first you were just sleeping quietly, then you started making all these cute little noises. And then… Y’know it might be easier for me to just show you. Would you like that?”

Nodding against him, you shudder as his fingers tighten on you.

“It was like this,” he says, guiding your hips into a slow rhythm. Your eyes flutter closed, moaning softly into the fabric of his shirt.

“You like that, baby?” He stops, patting your thigh. “C’mon. Let me see that pretty face.”

It takes you a moment to work up the nerve but you manage to sit up, your eyes glued to the collar of his shirt.

“Look at me.”

Again, you do as you’re told. Gojo’s glasses are still low enough that he can peek over the top of them, his brilliant eyes drinking in the sight of you. Without thinking, you reach out to push them up the bridge of his nose, your fingertips skimming over his cheekbones.

You shift on his lap, dropping your hands to your sides. “I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Wow, you really are dumb sometimes.” Gojo says, flicking your forehead affectionately. “If you need it spelled out, no, I’m not uncomfortable. It was cute.”

Wincing, you rub at the spot where his fingers made contact. “Was that really necessary?”

You can’t help the way your breath hitches when he reaches out again, this time gently cupping your cheek to hold your face still. The pad of his thumb traces a little heart over the skin of your forehead. It’s enough to lull you into a sense of security, your body relaxing into his hold. You close your eyes, only to snap them open again as he flicks you for a second time.

“Ow! What the hell, Gojo?”

“Sorry,” he says, grinning unapologetically. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re such a bully.”

You swat his hands away and he laughs, leaning against the back of the sofa and folding his arms behind his head. Your eyes travel over him, stopping just below his hips. “And you’re a liar. That doesn’t look very comfortable to me.”

He follows your gaze to the very obvious bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh, right, that,” he says, his tone conversational. “Yeah, it’s pretty bad. I might die, actually. You wanna help me out?”

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” You can’t seem to look away, your teeth worrying at your lower lip.

“You don’t have to,” he says. “It’s only fun if you’re into it.”

It’s not a question of whether or not you’re into it, more whether or not you’re brave enough to try. You reach out tentatively, glancing up at him for approval before you touch him. He gives you a little nod, catching your hand with his own when he sees the hesitation on your face.

“Do you want me to show you how?”

“Yes please,” you reply shyly.

When he guides your palm to his cock, the first thing you notice is how hard he feels beneath your fingers. It catches you by surprise, which is stupid because it’s literally called a hard on. Still, it’s an unfamiliar sensation, and you let Gojo set the pace.

“Like this,” he says, squeezing your hand just enough to tighten your grip on him. A little noise catches in the back of his throat and without thinking you clench your legs around his thigh again. Your reaction makes him smile.

“You like that, pretty girl? Knowing you’re making me feel good?”

His voice is a little strained, and you take the opportunity to experiment with your strokes, relishing the way his brows knit together when you press down harder.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, his fingers digging into your side. “Keep going, just like that.”

He licks his lips, using his leverage to rock you against him again. You feel him twitch beneath you when you moan breathlessly.

“So fucking cute. It was driving me crazy, feeling you grind on me. You know, you said my name too— I thought I was imagining it at first but you said it again.”

Though one-handed, the grip on your hips is brutal as he rolls you against him in a way that makes you see stars. The rhythm of your fingers falters as you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling a familiar pressure build between your hips. He must feel you start to clench around him again, because he gently nudges your hand away from him.

“Sit back. I want to see you cum.”

He pauses, waiting for you to confirm that’s what you want as well before continuing. His hold on you relaxes, his finger tracing little shapes into the soft skin just below your waistband.

“Like this?” you ask, straightening up.

“A little more.” His voice is tight, though it’s clear he’s making an effort to hide it. You nod, doing as he says, and reach behind you to stabilize yourself.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, drinking in the sight of you. “Now lift your skirt.”

His hand slides so that his palm is flat against the small of your back. You’re slow to let go of his thigh, worried about how you’re going to support yourself, but he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, pretty girl.”

When he sees you hesitate a moment longer, he guides you so that you’re sitting upright again. “Too much?”

“No, not at all.” You fiddle with the pleats of your skirt. “I was just trying to remember which panties I’m wearing. I don’t know if they’re cute ones.”

That draws a smile from him, though he tries to hide it. “Trust me when I say I will not be focused on your panties.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he says, and you force yourself to relax, leaning back and letting him support your weight. Your fingers catch at your hem, pulling it up, eyes darting up to his face and searching his expression. You’re not sure what you expect to find there— despite his reassurance, part of you is convinced that he’s not going to like what he sees. The way his pupils dilate would suggest otherwise.

“Fuck,” he groans, reaching out with his free hand. He stops just before his fingers make contact with you. “Can I?”

You nod, whining as he brushes his thumb over the soaked fabric of your panties. Though you’re no longer right on the edge of your orgasm, you can still feel its pressure in your abdomen. Whatever you’d been doing in your sleep must’ve gotten you seriously riled up.

“So sensitive,” Gojo murmurs, tracing around the outline of your clit. His slender index finger hooks around your underwear, pulling it to the side. “And so pretty too. God, you really are wet, aren’t you?”

Your reply is lost as he begins touching you in earnest, his keen eyes taking in all your little reactions and adjusting his motions to match. Soon you’re coming apart at the seams, trying your best to keep yourself quiet and failing miserably. Your increasingly shrill noises seem too loud in the empty common room, but as soon as Gojo slips a finger inside of you your mind goes blank and any concerns about the public setting fall away. His thumb works at your clit in quick, tight circles.

“Gojo, I—“ Your hands shoot out, locking around his forearm in your desperation to find something to cling to.

His pace doesn’t falter even as he adds another finger. “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna make a mess all over my lap?”

Nodding, you squeeze your eyes shut as the wave inside you finally crests, biting your lip to muffle your cries of his name as you cum. Your orgasm hits you hard, your body clenching down around Gojo in a way that draws a few choice curses from his lips. He works you through your high, filling the room with slick, rhythmic noises that would’ve embarrassed you had your mind not been otherwise occupied. As the pleasure begins to fade Gojo withdraws, bringing his fingers to his lips and tasting you. Panting, you let the hand on your back guide you forward until you’re slumped against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you.

“You did so well,” he murmurs, giving you a little squeeze. You feel his lips press against your temple, lingering for a long moment before he pulls away. As you open your mouth to reply, the unmistakable sound of a door slamming cuts through the quiet air. Both of you tense, Gojo’s hands tightening again.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “I guess they’re back early.”

You try to sit up as you had after your nap, but once again his grip is too strong.

“Hey, calm down. I’ve got you.”

“What if they heard us?” you hiss, craning to get a better look down the hallway.

“They didn’t,” he says, and though part of you wants to question this, the authority in his voice calms you. “And before you ask, they won’t see us either.”

There’s a rush of wind and Gojo shifts underneath you, sprawling flat on his back. With a noise of surprise you collapse on top of him, startled by this sudden change in position, and are confused to see that the common room has shifted into the inside of one of the student dorms.

“You warped us?”

“Being the strongest has its perks.”

Laying there in his arms, safe and warm, you realize just how sleepy you are despite having woken up from your nap less than an hour ago. Gojo seems to pick up on this, though you’re not sure how.

“Tired again?” he asks, stroking your hair.

“No, I’m fine.”

Shaking his head, he gives your forehead another flick. This one is much lighter, and he tilts his chin so that he can press his lips to the spot immediately afterwards.

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that? Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you up for dinner.”

“But you haven’t even gotten to cum yet. That doesn’t seem fair.”

Pushing back so that you’re straddling him, you roll your hips experimentally and watch with satisfaction as the corner of his mouth twitches. You can still feel how hard he is beneath you, his erection digging into your inner thigh.

“Another time,” he says firmly, speaking more to himself than to you. “For now, just give me a kiss and we’ll call it even.”

A kiss. Somehow that’s what flusters you more than anything else he’s suggested so far. He’s already kissed you a few times, though you’re not sure if those really count since they weren’t on your mouth. Your eyes fall to his lips, studying them for a moment. Like everything else about Gojo, they’re pretty to an unimaginable degree. Leaning forwards, you plant your hands on either side of his shoulders, your palms sinking into the soft fabric of his pillows.

He doesn’t rush you as you close the gap between the two of you. For once there are no games or teasing, and he kisses you sweetly as his hand moves to cup the back of your neck. You can’t meet his eyes when you pull away, instead returning to your default position and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks,” he says with a contented sigh. “That was perfect.”

[wandamaximoffkinnie]

DESPITE WHAT PEOPLE THOUGHT OF NIFTY, SHE KNEW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN NICE AND GOOD. If she didn’t, then she wouldn’t had made it as far as she did in Hell. Maybe if she knew that when she was alive, she might still be kicking on earth, but she knows it now.

For example, Husk was a good person - a kitten to those who had the privilege of seeing that side - but on the surface, he was mean. He’d insult you, take all your money, and manipulate you into gambling with him again. However, he’d also throw down his life for you, sticking up for you when you couldn’t. Nifty liked that about him and knew that if it came down to it, he’d help her.

Alastor, on the other hand, was nice but wasn’t good. Although, Nifty did have the advantage of being one of the ��fairer sex,’ Alastor had a soft spot for females. Still, this didn’t mean she was exempt from his cruel nature. Sure, he might have tea parties with her, and make friendship bracelets out of the remains of cockroaches, but that didn’t mean he was good.

However, despite that… Nifty couldn’t find herself to hate him, or judge him, really! Honestly, she ended up in hell just the same as Alastor, and despite her small frame, witnesses would always claim that amidst the chaos and destruction of the Radio Demon, you could always see the small frame of a demon grinning at the scene.

———

I’m sorry, but I find it ridiculous that some of y’all don’t think that Nifty is a mini-overlord in training. Like yeah, Alastor probably owns her soul (or in my opinion, the cat distribution system malfunctioned, and Alastor decided to keep this feral creature), but he’s definitely encouraging her to get into the soul business.

Like, I have a feeling this is what would happen:

Carmine, holding Nifty like a wet cat in front of her fellow overlords: “She hid in one of my trucks and machine-gunned a bunch of my men down.”

Zestial: “Why?”

Carmine, looking a little disturbed: “She said that cockroaches had taken over my men, and were going to overthrow Hell.”

Alastor: “And did you feed her jambalaya for her help?”

Carmine: “What? Why would I-?”

Nifty, turning her gaze to the overlords: “Munch, munch, munch…”

Alastor: “Nifty, darling, are souls are okay for dinner tonight?”

Nifty: “I DEVOUR SOULS!!”

Alastor, turning his gaze to the overlords: “Now, I can call her off if you agree to sell your souls to her. I told her I’d help her get into the business, and she said she wanted to start with a bang. So, what shall she be eating for dinner tonight? Jambalaya or your souls?”

The power turns off, and the FNAF ‘har-har-har’ song starts to play. The overlords scream as Nifty begins her reign of terror:

[pencilandpenz]

Daily Doodle

Double doodle!

Yes I’m still trying to work on drawing him forgive me

Here’s the man who started it all! I always thought savage raph lowkey behaved like Horror, so I had to make an au!

On the left is feral scar, and on the right is my soggy wet cat turtle scar. My baby.

So- he wraps his hands and feet in bandages. But why? Well, he’s more similar to an actual turtle. As someone who has handled them, they have slightly webbed feet and sharp claws.

He has a few scars from accidentally scratching himself with his new and incredibly sharp hands- until patches decided to bandage them.

When he’s feral, he opens his empty eye socket. Like just the gaping void where his eye should be, because he’s based on Horrortale. I need him to be scary.

His eyes also shrink in, his pupils becoming thin like a snake. In either form, he’s now grown about a foot and his hands are too clumsy to hold Sai. Thus, like Horror sans, he uses an axe.

When he’s not on a hungry rampage, he’s a sad touch starved little cat. Patches doesn’t like physical contact anymore. He won’t elaborate why. Mecha always ignores him.

Scar’s pupils will dilate and get big when he’s happy- just like a cat. Minus the lack of agility, he’s similar to a very clingy kitten. He hates remembering what he’s done. He just wants to block it all out.

He won’t blindly follow instructions though. As much as he isn’t the smartest, when not feral he isn’t insane. Slow, yes. But he retains basic knowledge and functions. He can talk, he can tell what’s real and not. He thinks like anyone else would. He just sometimes struggles with words.

He’s afraid that if he opens his mouth, he’ll black out and come back around to losing someone else he cares about. He locks himself in his room at night.

For everyone else he says. You’re being responsible.

He looks at the slightly mangled Teddy from that day. A blue bandana is draped over it, eye marks shabbily drawn on.

He can almost hear it whispering to him.

“I thought you were supposed to protect me.”

He has no answer. It should have been him.

[sugarcoated-lame]

UMMMMMM 😵‍💫😵‍💫 HOLY SHIT LJ !!!

pardon me if i can’t comment eloquently because my brain is still short-circuiting. But this was just… wow. amazing. absolutely delicious!

I was already starting to sweat just from the dream sequence at the beginning alone like… whewww

putting this under a cut bc I have so much to scream about 🧡

“There you are, cariño. Oh, she’s so wet, look at her drip. You’re getting our sheets so messy. That feel nice, baby?”

first off, the thought of javi calling your pussy ‘her’ just sent me into the fucking orbit, like idk why but it has me BEYOND feral

“I’ve been having these dreams. Or memories. I…they feel the same, I don’t know how to describe it. And I can’t, fuck, their faces, I can’t stop seeing their faces, cariño.” You feel something wet drip onto the back of your hand and look up, watching as two more tears fall from Javier’s eyes. 

then you really came for my heart with this bit, i just want to give this man a hug 😭 but i love how sweet this moment ended up being for them with javi opening up and how it brought them a little bit closer together 🥹

He sets his mug down and moves forward, caging you between his broad chest and the countertop. He’ll never get over the way you look at him, how much want he finds in your eyes. He still can’t believe he gets to call you his, permanently, that you’d wanted to keep him forever just as much as he wanted to keep you.

hhhhhhghh i don’t think you understand how much i need him

and as if sweaty post-gym javi isn’t already a dream, him putting his shirt on you before fucking you??? I’m SWOONING

“Winnie the Poohing it in the kitchen on a Saturday morning. Casual,”

this line made me giggle so hard, I love it 😂

To drive his point home he reaches his hand down to where you’re absolutely weeping for him and drags two of his thick fingers through the wet mess he finds there, coating them thoroughly in your juices before bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep inhale, groaning at the scent of you, before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking and savoring the taste of you. “Wanted you to reek of me, too. Fair is fair.”

You open your mouth for him, so soft and sweet and plush, and he feeds you his own slick at the same time that he removes his soaked fingers from you and brings them to his mouth, getting another taste of you, feeding each other in the most primal way. 

i’m actually going to pass away

“There you go, baby, so perfect for me. Stop me if it’s too much, ok?” He lifts your chin with his finger, meeting your eyes to make sure you’re both on the same page. You look wrecked and he’s sure he’s no better off.

I AM WRECKED !!! god i just love the juxtaposition of Javi being sweet and gentle and talking you through it while absolutely railing you. and yea i need him to fuck me til i start crying, i think it would fix me

The most primal part of his brain ignites, making it hard for him to think about anything other than pumping you full of his spend, his seed, letting it take.

Javier praises as he slows his thrusts, knowing you need it softer after such an intense experience. He strokes his hand over your hair soothingly, petting you gently before bringing his hand to your cheek, tipping your head to look at him and he smiles when he meets your eyes. “There you are, baby. Did so good. You ok if I keep going? I’m close, promise, I’ll be careful with you.”

literally i’m just screaming incoherently, i need him so bad 😭😭

You must feel him tensing, knowing he’s close, because he feels you sweetly push his sweaty hair back and lean forward, leaving a soft kiss to his damp forehead before giving the wet beads there a little kitten lick, giggling cutely as you taste the saltiness and curling your tongue back into your mouth. Content little menace, teasing like you didn’t just get fucked within an inch of your life, he thinks. It works for him though, spurs him on as he thinks about more of you, little yous, in the world.

“Need you to be comfy while you cook,” he finished, reaching a hand out to casually graze against your lower stomach. He looks up to find your jaw dropped open, eyes getting that faraway, glazed over look, and he knows what’s coming next. “Baby, your breakfast,” he reasons. 

“Fuck breakfast, we have a microwave. Can you go again?”

AND THIS ENDING!!! it had me giggling bc it is so, so REAL! i too would not be able to keep my hands off of him after that 🫠🫠

oh my god, LJ !!! you really spoiled me with this! this kind of domestic bliss with javi is all i want in life. and javi with a breeding kink makes me actually insane!! this was absolutely AMAZING, it was all i could’ve ever wanted and more, thank you so much for writing this for lil old me 🥹 i’m actually obsessed! I know this is a fic im DEFINITELY going to be re-reading over and over and over 🤭 i’m going to go pass away now, I’m gonna need like 3-5 business days to recover from this. just incredible, i love it so much, just !! thank you 🥹 !!! ily 🧡🧡🧡

Make Me Sweat.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+//MDNI!!!!

WC: 6.8k (whoops)

Summary: Javi can't sleep. You can't keep it in your pants recently. Both of you find yourselves dripping on this sunny Saturday morning.

A/N: This is filth. I mean, it's written by me, so it's soft filth, sweet filth, but like, FILTH nonetheless. ♡ Written for my sweet new friend, Kricket @sugarcoated-lame for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange, and inspired by P looking fucking delectable post-workout in that giant navy t-shirt. Thanks, bby boy. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Tags: SMUT, PWP, reader understands basic spanish, author is requesting the reader to look up the minimal spanish used themselves if they can't figure it out with context clues, established relationship, f masturbation, sex toys, unprotected PIV, fingering, creampie, breeding kink, body hair mention, reader fits into Javi's oversized t-shirts, reader is able bodied and has female anatomy but otherwise pretty physically undescribed. i think that's it, lmk if i missed something egregious.

Javier woke with a start, heart racing, breaths coming quick and heavy. He closed his eyes and tried to slow, slow, slow it down. Concentrating on his breath, deep inhale, long exhale, again, again, until he felt the parasitic tendrils of his subconsciously derived nightmare recede. He sat up on his side of the bed and ran his palm down his face, the body-warm sheets pooling at the bend of his waist, the cool night air of the bedroom causing his skin to break out in gooseflesh. He peeked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 5:43AM displayed in bright red light, the time taunting him. Too early to do much, too late to get much more sleep. Javi groaned to himself and decided to greet the day earlier than he anticipated. He leaned over to his side, dropping a soft kiss to the shoulder of his bed partner before lifting the sheets from his body and gently scooting out of bed to avoid waking her. 

Javi quietly moved around the room in darkness, grabbing a ratty old t-shirt and some athletic shorts out of a dresser drawer before moving to another to grab a pair of socks and clean underwear. He gently opened the door to the bedroom and padded down the hallway to the kitchen. He grabbed the pad of sticky notes and a pen from the junk drawer and left a note. Couldn’t sleep, went to the gym. Be back in a bit, amorcito. Te amo - Javi. He peeled the note from the pad and stuck it to the coffee maker, knowing that was the first place she always stopped in the mornings, sure to be seen, before grabbing his keys and wallet from the bowl on the countertop and heading to his car. 

“That’s it, mi amor, there you go. Just like that, cariño. Take it, take it, take it.” 

You writhed from your place below him, face buried in the sheets of your shared bed muffling your unabashed sounds of pleasure, hands gripping desperately at anything they could find. Javi’s hips smacked loudly against the flesh of your ass, his cock hitting you exactly how you needed as he pounded into you from behind. You felt your orgasm building, the coil of muscle in your lower belly tightening, cunt tightening and fluttering around him. 

“Can feel you, hermosa, she’s so tight, baby. You gonna come for me, hmm? C’mon, baby, come on it, need to feel you squeeze it like I know you can.”

You were right there, just a few more thrusts and you’d be tumbling over the edge. You tip your head to the side, wanting him to really hear it when you come for him. You let yourself be noisy, needy whines leaving your lips unbidden, tears springing to the corners of your eyes, the feeling of his thick cock so wholly overwhelming inside of you. You start to cry out in earnest as you feel your orgasm cresting, tears falling down your cheeks, pussy a tight, tight vice, gripping him so strongly you fear you may be torturing him just as much as he is you.  

“Javier! Javier! Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please, please, ple–”

You wake with a start. Daylight is only just breaking over the horizon, the cool orange and blue glow of the morning shining through your bedroom window. Your brain begins to register where you are, when you are. You groan and reach over, feeling Javi’s side of the bed empty and cool to the touch. You remember your dream and sigh, wishing he was here to finish taking care of you. You look at your nightstand and see the time—just after 6:30AM. You sigh and wonder where he is this early. 

“Jav?” you call out. All that meets you is silence. You sigh and flop onto your back. You can try to get yourself off, but it’s never as good as when he’s there with you. You can be a proverbial teenage boy and take a cold shower to try to kill your arousal. You can try to push it from your mind and go make a pot of coffee and just start your day earlier than you’d planned. “Fuck it,” you say to yourself. You roll over to your nightstand and fish your trusty little vibrator from the drawer, turning to lie back and you shuck your wet panties. 

You scoot yourself back, propping yourself up a little, making the angle easier to reach as you turn on your toy and bring it down to your mound, teasing yourself a little, trying to ease your mind back into the place your dream had left off. You part your legs, spreading your folds ever so slightly, and you follow with your hand, touch featherlight, barely gliding the vibrator around the outside of your clit. You whimper and let your imagination wander. 

“There you are, cariño. Oh, she’s so wet, look at her drip. You’re getting our sheets so messy. That feel nice, baby?” you hear in his voice. You whine and nod to yourself, answering him. “Drag it lower, hermosa, hear how soaked you are?” You obey him, dragging the toy to your entrance, the vibrations meeting the sloppy mess there and causing an obscene splattering, crackling noise to reverberate through the room. You moan out loud at the sound, at how worked up you are. “Delicious, wish I was there to have a taste. Always so sweet when you wake up. Have one for me, baby, get it nice and wet and have a taste,” he instructs in your mind and you comply, dipping the toy inside and giving yourself a few shallow thrusts before pulling it out, viscous line of your slick still attached, snapping over your stomach and leaving drips of you behind as you bring the toy to your mouth and suck, cleaning it of the remaining stickiness and humming at the sweet sour taste of yourself. 

You bring your vibrator back down, placing it back down just next to your clit, not wanting to end things too soon. You let Javier’s voice filter back into your head. “Beautiful, baby. Look at you. Goddess in my bed, making herself feel so nice. Go, baby, put it on your clit like you want. Dámelo.” You use your other hand to pull the little hood back, fully exposing the button of your clit to the air for the first time this morning. The feeling sends zings of pleasure down your spine and you shiver, pussy clenching tight with desire. You move the toy to press directly on your button and you see stars behind your eyes, mouth dropping open, a whiny moan escaping your throat. 

“Mierda, cariño. Tan hermosa. Come on, baby, rub her nice and fast for me, want to see my girl come,” you hear him say. You click the button to increase the intensity of the vibrations from the toy and start massaging it in tight, firm circles on your clit, the pleasure almost unbearable. You release the little hood from your hold and use your free hand to push up your sleep shirt, pinching at your nipples. The added stimulation was exactly what you needed and you feel your orgasm crash into you like a tidal wave. You cry out in ecstasy, thighs closing of their own accord as your pussy convulses, waves and waves of creamy slick sliding out of you and down to the sheets below. When the vibrations become overstimulating, you press a long click to turn the toy off and toss it to the side. You lie there for a moment, catching your breath and coming back to reality after so thoroughly rocking your own world. You let out a little giggle, happy hormones flooding your system after such a good orgasm. You snuggle into the pillows for a moment, grabbing Javi’s from his side and inhaling the scent of him that lingers there. The smell of him makes you melancholic for a moment, wishing he had actually been here to experience your morning pleasure with you. You give his pillow a squeeze before putting it back on his side of the bed, throwing your legs over your side and forcing yourself to get up. 

You head to your ensuite bathroom first. You strip off your sleep shirt and give your naked body a once over in the mirror, turning to the side and admiring the curvature you find there, a thing you despised for years, but have learned to love through the adoring gaze of your partner. You quickly clean yourself up and brush your teeth before walking to your dresser and grabbing a fresh t-shirt and pair of lounge shorts, throwing them on your body. 

Once dressed, you make your way to the kitchen. Daylight has broken over the horizon, bright sun warming the space. You yawn and stretch your arms up high over your head. When you open your eyes, you spot a hot pink square attached to the coffee machine. Curious, you walk over to see what it is and make a pot to share with Javi, wherever he is. You grab the bag of grounds, box of filters, and the measuring spoon from the cabinet above, setting them on the counter, and pull the sticky note away, giving it a read. You release some tension you didn't realize you were holding onto now that you know where Javier is, but you frown knowing he was struggling with sleep, hoping it was just a one-off bout of insomnia and not a symptom of a greater issue. 

You dump the requisite amount of coffee grounds into a filter, placing them into the brewing compartment of the machine, filling the water compartment and setting the machine to brew. You grab your favorite mugs—yours a, “World’s Best Grandpa,” joke gift from your little brother, his a vintage speckled cup you found while thrifting that he says reminds him of the mug his dad always used when he was a kid—and set them on the counter next to the brewing pot. You rest your hip against the countertop as the coffee percolates and think about Javier’s note, remembering the last time he dealt with insomnia. 

It was early into your relationship. Javier had been home from Colombia for barely a year, still adjusting to the new speed of his life stateside, working the ranch with his papá. He had taken you on a date to the drive-in movie theater and fallen asleep within the first half hour. You’d noticed he had looked tired recently, but weren’t sure if it was your place to pry yet, so you let it be, figuring if it was important, he would tell you. You let him snooze for a few minutes before you gently shook him awake. 

“Javier? Javi? Hey,” you softly uttered, rousing him. 

“Hmm?” he sleepily replied, smacking his lips and tongue. 

“You fell asleep. Is everything ok? Should we reschedule?” You ask, trying to convey nothing but genuine concern with your kind eyes and touch. 

“I…what?” Javier starts, confused. “I fell asleep?” He’s visibly embarrassed, cheeks reddening and eyes widening. You can feel his heart rate pick up from where your hand rests on his chest. 

“You did. It’s ok, I’m not upset,” you console him. “Just want to make sure you’re ok. Is everything alright? I know this,” you gesture between you, “is still pretty new, but, Javi, I want to know things about you. If something is wrong, I want to know, want you to tell me, want to help if I can. I really,” you trail off momentarily, “I care about you, Jav, a lot.”

Javier sighs and lets his head release, falling towards his chest. He takes a couple deep breaths before he meets your eyes. “I haven’t been sleeping. It’s been, fuck,” he swipes his big palm over his face, “a few weeks now? Can’t get more than a few hours at a time. I’ve been, umm,” he considers his next words. You wait patiently, soothingly rubbing your thumb over his chest. “I’ve been having these dreams. Or memories. I…they feel the same, I don’t know how to describe it. And I can’t, fuck, their faces, I can’t stop seeing their faces, cariño.” You feel something wet drip onto the back of your hand and look up, watching as two more tears fall from Javier’s eyes. 

“Oh, Javier, come here, baby,” you coo, wiping his tears with your thumbs before winding your arms around his neck, pulling him bodily to you and holding him tight, allowing him to cry into your shoulder. The movie was all but forgotten that night as you turned down the radio and listened to Javier tell you everything he experienced in Colombia. He told you later on how he was terrified he’d scared you off after that night, but when you asked to see him again the next night, he knew you were something special, someone he didn’t want to lose. You come back to the present, hoping this isn’t his PTSD rearing its ugly head again, but prepared to help him through it, whatever he needs, you’re a team. 

You decide to get a head start on breakfast, pulling the carton of eggs, the leftover stir fry veggies from your dinner a couple nights ago, and the cartons of strawberries and blueberries out from the fridge. You bend over to grab your trusty cast iron pan from the lower cabinet and place it on the stovetop, setting the temperature and turning on the oven. You reach for the radio that lives in the kitchen and set it to one of yours and Javier’s favorite stations, swaying to the beat of the music as you crack eight of the eggs into a bowl, using a whisk to whip them into a fluffy scramble before adding the leftover veggies. You season the mixture, dumping it into the pan, and placing it in the oven to bake, setting a timer to check it and fluff the mixture before it fully sets. You turn back to the countertop and grab a cutting board, preparing the strawberries when you hear the garage door open, signaling Javier’s return. 

Javier was frustrated. He’d slept like shit, had only a mediocre workout, hit just about every red light on the way home, and then realized he’d left his ear buds on the treadmill after he parked his car back at home. He wished he could start the day over. He took a deep breath and tried to re-center himself before making his way inside, not wanting to drag you into his bad mood. 

Javi expected to find you still in bed, the time just past 7:00AM on your day off, but he was pleasantly surprised to find you awake and puttering around the kitchen. He knows you heard him enter the house, but took a minute to admire you from behind while you worked, radio crooning one of your favorite songs, your hips swaying to and fro as you cut fruit for your breakfast. He knew he’d been staring too long already, surprised you hadn’t called him out on it yet, so he moved from his spot in the doorway over to you, gently removing the knife from your hand and winding his strong arms around your waist. 

“Morning, hermosa,” he said into your messy bed hair, taking a moment to hold you and reset his day. He felt your body relax in his hold, your hands resting over his own, tilting your head to the side and exposing your neck to him. Javier knew to never look a gift horse in the mouth, tilting his head down, nosing along the tendon there, leaving a soft kiss on your pulse point before continuing their descent lower, down your neck and across your shoulder. You sigh and he smiles. 

“You stink,” is the first thing you say to him this morning and it makes him laugh, the two of you long past pulling your punches around each other. 

“Went to the gym, did you get my note?” Javier checks. 

“Mmhmm, thank you for leaving it. Made me feel better, knowing where you were.”

“Mm good,” Javi replies, giving you a squeeze before releasing you to continue fixing your breakfast. “What’cha got going there, baby?” 

He watched you pick up the knife and deftly get back to work. “Have a frittata in the oven, slicing up some strawberries, figured we could throw them in with the blueberries since they’re getting old and need to be finished. Made us some coffee, too. Your mug is out on the counter if you want a cup,” you turn your head and nod in the direction of the mugs. He walks by and kisses you on the cheek before grabbing his mug and the full coffee pot, pouring himself a cup. 

“Want me to make you one?” he asks, watching as you shake your head in response. 

“That’s ok, thank you though. I’ll fix my own in just a minute, want to finish this first,” and as you finish your sentence the timer beeps. Javi leans his hip on the counter, watching as you bend over, giving him a prime view of your juicy behind. Far too invested to care if he gets staring, he notices your cheeks are bare, loose legs of the shorts doing little to conceal what lies beneath as they ride up just enough while you’re bent over the oven, fluffing the eggy mixture of the frittata. He changes the angle, leaning further to the side and tilts his head to get a better view, fully perving on you now, and he catches a peek of what he’d hoped he’d find. Your sweet, soft, wholly bare pussy greets his eyes. Tan hermosa, Javi thinks, loving the way he can see wetness lingering on your lips. He whistles low and soft, causing you to turn to face him, shutting the oven door and resetting the kitchen timer. 

“What?” you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest, inadvertently drawing his eyes to your breasts beneath your shirt. 

“Just enjoying the view,” Javi replies, taking a slurp of his coffee, casting his eyes down to your now hidden pussy, before lifting them back to meet your gaze. He watches as your breath hitches ever so slightly in your chest, eyes growing wider. He knows you know you’ve been caught, thinks it’s sweet that you still find it a little scandalous being caught bare around him after how long you’ve been together, everything you’ve been through together. He glances at the timer, 10 minutes remain, he can work with that. 

He sets his mug down and moves forward, caging you between his broad chest and the countertop. He’ll never get over the way you look at him, how much want he finds in your eyes. He still can’t believe he gets to call you his, permanently, that you’d wanted to keep him forever just as much as he wanted to keep you. Javier brings a hand up to cup your face, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone and feels you nuzzle into his palm. “You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you, cariño? ¿Dónde están tus bragas, hmm?”

He feels you smile against his palm. When you speak, you’re looking directly into his eyes. “Had to take them off, they were all wet.” He anticipated your dirty mouth, but didn’t expect you to say that. He shakes himself out of the stupor. 

“Oh?” he starts, softly dragging his hand along your jaw, briefly pinching your chin between his forefinger and thumb before they continue their journey down, down, down, over your neck, between your clothed breasts and lower, over your stomach, the muscles jumping at his touch. “Why’s that, baby? Something happen while I was gone?” he asks, touch feathering where he knows you're desperate for him before taking mercy and cupping his wide palm over your heated sex. 

“Might’ve,” you sigh, teasing him right back. He loves this about you, you always give just as good as you get, keeping him on his toes. 

“Yeah, cariño? What happened? Tell me, baby,” he requests, pushing the heel of his hand up, giving you more of the pressure you’re craving. He feels you tuck your face into his neck, grinding down into his touch, your arms winding around his neck to keep him close, as if he would ever pull away from this, from you. 

“I had a sexy dream,” you start. “I, mmm, I—you were railing me, Javier, so fucking good,” you take a second to rub into him, breath hot and damp against his neck. He’s going to get light headed with how fast the blood is rushing to his cock. “You had me face down, ass up. You were, ahhhh, so fucking deep, stretching me so good, had me screaming for you, and I, fuck, I woke up right before I came,” you finish, fully whining now, grinding with his hand in a slow, syrupy rhythm. 

“Ángel, mierda,” Javi says. “Need me, baby? Need me to touch that sweet, neglected little cunt?”

“Not that neglected,” he hears you mumble into his neck. 

Javi drops his voice to that deep timbre he knows works you up like nothing else. “That so? ‘M I gonna be spoiling her? Giving her this much attention? Sounds like you took care of her already, hmm?” 

He feels you shake your head and hum a “uh uh,” sound. You peel your face away from his neck and tilt your head back, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Made her come once, but she needs you, too. Please, Javier, amor, te necesito.” And how can he ever deny you when you ask so nicely?

“Jump up,” he requests, grabbing you by the waist to help guide you as you hop up to sit on the counter. He reaches to the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it up your torso. “Lift,” he instructs, and you comply easily, raising your arms overhead as he finishes pulling the garment up and off you, tossing it to the side, using both hands to gently knead at your breasts. You smile and sigh at the feeling and he hums in approval, wanting nothing more than to please you. 

Javier grabs your hands, cock twitching in his shorts at the sheer size difference between you, and brings them to pick up where his own left off. “Touch, feel yourself, cariño, there you go,” he encourages, watching as you squeeze and pinch and flick at your own nipples, little quakes traveling through your body at the feeling. He slides his palms beneath your shorts, pushing them down, caressing his hands over the swell of your ass as he goes. You lift yourself up helpfully as he tugs the garment down and off your legs. You’re a vision from his place at your feet, gorgeous tits in your hands, your cheeks heated, breathing heavily, eyelids fighting to remain open. He watches you shiver and he gets an idea. 

He reaches behind his neck and tugs his own sweaty t-shirt away from his body. He flips it around and bunches it up in his hands. “Arms up, hermosa,” he commands. You release your breasts from your grip and look at him, eyes glazed over in pleasure. You give him a slightly confused look, but comply, once again raising your arms above your head. Javier carefully guides your arms through the holes before pulling the shirt down over your head. 

“Winnie the Poohing it in the kitchen on a Saturday morning. Casual,” you joke, giggling, and it lights his heart on fucking fire. So sexy, so smart, so silly, all rolled into one perfect package for him. He sends a thanks to the heavens, assuming his mamá pulled some strings up there to bring you to him, unable to explain it any other way. He chuckles with you, easing the tension slightly, cooling you both off a little before things get too hot too fast. 

“Always so fucking sexy in my clothes,” he remarks, unable to help himself. 

“Trying to get me in the shower with you, amor? Could’ve just asked,” you retort cheekily, gently tugging the sweaty t-shirt away from your body. 

Javier hums. “No, mi ángel, s’not that…know I’m about to be covered in you—my fingers, my mouth, my cock are going to reek of your sweet pussy, might never be able to get the smell out.” To drive his point home he reaches his hand down to where you’re absolutely weeping for him and drags two of his thick fingers through the wet mess he finds there, coating them thoroughly in your juices before bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep inhale, groaning at the scent of you, before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking and savoring the taste of you. “Wanted you to reek of me, too. Fair is fair.”

Your smaller hands dart out from where they had been holding his shirt, grabbing his face and hauling his mouth to yours. The kiss is feverish, desperate, teeth knocking, tongues aggressively searching each other’s mouth. Javier brings his fingers back to your cunt, gathering your wetness and coating them thoroughly before teasing one at your entrance. The feeling makes you gasp, pulling back from the kiss enough to nod, before he sinks his finger inside you. The tight warmth he finds within your body is incomparable. You both look down to where his finger slides in and out of you, watching the obscenity of it, the beauty of your creamy slick coating the single digit. He gives you a few pumps before adding a second finger. He can feel the stretch of your walls, working to accommodate him so graciously. 

“Good girl, baby. There you go, just relax and let yourself feel it. S’nice, so fucking wet, cariño, look how creamy you are today.” He hears you groan at that, your breathing picking up as he explores you from within, curling his fingers to rub against the soft spongy spot he knows makes you see stars.

“Think I’m, shit, think I’m ovulating. Or close, or something. I’ve been so needy, can’t get enough of you. Need you in me, on me, around me all the time,” he hears you say and it almost knocks the wind out of him. You’re not done yet though and you continue, “Honestly, I’m not even mad about the shirt, think the fucking stink of you is making me drip. Pheromones or some shit. Had to shove my face in your pillow this morning after I came,” you finish. 

Javi uses his free hand to push his shorts down, finally freeing his hard cock to the warm air of the kitchen. He’s leaking, tip shiny with pearlescent wetness. He uses his free hand to swipe it from his head onto his fingertips, and brings them up to your mouth. “Open for me, hermosa. Taste me, take me inside you like this first, baby.” You’re looking at him like he hung the moon just for you, and maybe he did. He would. He’d do anything for you. You open your mouth for him, so soft and sweet and plush, and he feeds you his own slick at the same time that he removes his soaked fingers from you and brings them to his mouth, getting another taste of you, feeding each other in the most primal way. 

Javier grabs his thick cock in hand and gives himself a few strong pumps to take the edge off, loving having your eyes on him like this. He steps back towards you and grabs your right leg first, bending it at the knee, opening your hip wide, and placing the heel on the countertop, messy pussy on full display for him in this position. He swipes his cock through your wet folds, coating himself in your slick again and again. He rubs his head against your clit over and over and over, nerve endings alight, zipping pleasure through both of your centers. 

“Javi, baby, fuck, please, please, I need you inside me, please put it inside me,” you beg. And who is he to deny you when you ask like that, his earth angel. He notches his cock at your entrance and starts pressing forward, the wide head of him popping through the tight opening of your sex, both of you moaning aloud at the feeling. He’s overcome with the feeling of being inside you like this. You’re so wet and tight and hot—the temperature of you something he can never replicate on his own. 

He presses forward firmly, but gently, knowing he’ll always be a stretch for you to take. “Doing so good, hermosa, keep breathing for me. There you go, let me in, baby,” he praises, having learned his words do wonders to help you focus on the moment and keep your muscles relaxed. He uses his thumb to rub soft circles into your clit, watches as you shiver at his touch, feels you soften further, sweet pussy dripping more slick around him to help him slide forward. Before he presses all the way inside, Javier draws his hips back, cock sluicing out, and presses back in. He repeats his slow, shallow thrusts a few more times, obsessed with how your cunt is coating him in thick creamy wetness, the squishing sound it makes with every movement intoxicating. 

He looks at your face as he presses in deeper, extending each of his next thrusts until he’s fully sheathed. Your eyes are closed, mouth agape, lips bitten and kiss swollen, your eyebrows raised in pleasure. You’re breathing heavily, chest rising and falling visibly as you let out the most beautiful noises he’s ever heard. You’re unreal, a goddess divine, and he will gladly worship at your altar until the day he dies. 

“Baby, ángel, mi amorcito, eres toda mi vida, me tienes para siempre,” he lets the words fall from his lips prayerfully, immediately making good on his promise. 

“Javier, javier, fuck me, amor, fuck me harder,” you gasp out to him and who is he to defy the will of the divine? 

“Hold onto me, amorcito, gonna give you what you need.” Javi feels your hands slide around his sides under his arms as he continues to thrust in hard and slow, wrapping your arms around his back and holding onto his shoulders before wrapping your legs around his hips, locking your ankles in the dip of his lower back. “There you go, baby, so perfect for me. Stop me if it’s too much, ok?” He lifts your chin with his finger, meeting your eyes to make sure you’re both on the same page. You look wrecked and he’s sure he’s no better off. He leans forward, capturing your lips in a kiss far less debauched than the last. 

You break away and rest your forehead against his, the gesture releasing a thousand butterflies within him. “Ok, I will, I promise,” you reply sweetly, and Javier lets himself go. He immediately pulls almost completely out of your wet clutch before throwing his hips forward, hard. It punches the air out of your lungs on a scream, so he does it again, and again, speeding up with each thrust until you’re nothing more than an animated moan. Your fingers are clutching at his shoulders, half moon divots of your nails leaving him branded with your pleasure. 

Javi knows you’re doing well, that you feel good, but he hasn’t made you make that sound yet, the one he knows so well, the one that makes your eyes roll back and body go limp. He changes the angle, bending his knees and tucking his hips under to get leverage towards the front wall of your soaking cunt. 

“JAVI, there, there, there, oh fuck, please, baby, don’t stop, please,” you cry out, your pussy squeezing him so hard he fears he may come right then. You start to whimper, breath hitching over and over and he knows what comes next. You can’t help yourself when it gets like this, he knows, so it doesn’t scare him anymore when he sees you start crying, tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows it’s a way for your body to release, ease the tension that’s been building within you. He moves the hand bracing himself against the cabinets to your cheek, wiping away the tears as they flow, giving you the comfort he knows you need when this happens. 

“So beautiful, amorcito, so sweet for me, soft little pussy doing such a good job, baby. She’s holding me so tight, so nicely,” he babbles, listening to the way your pussy absolutely squelches for him. He wonders if you’re right, if you’re ovulating right now. The thought sends a shiver down his spine. The most primal part of his brain ignites, making it hard for him to think about anything other than pumping you full of his spend, his seed, letting it take. You’ve talked about it, you’re both open to the possibility and decided to let nature run its course. If it happens, neither of you will be upset about it, and now, he wants it to happen, wants to be the cause, strut around with his chest puffed out, showing the world that you’re his, his goddess incarnate creating life through nothing but your love and pleasure. 

He’s brought back to the present when he feels you rocket through your orgasm. Cunt squeezing him so tightly he thinks you might push him out. He hears you scream his name as he continues to drive hard into your favorite spot, fluttering walls of your pussy massaging him from the inside. “Javi, javi, oh shit, fuck, I’m–Javi, I’m gonna—” he hears you get out before he feels a splash against his lower belly and he looks down just in time to see you squirt all over him and the kitchen floor. 

“Cariño, mierda, gorgeous, so fucking amazing, look at you coming for me. You’re unreal, mi diosa, mi cielito,” Javier praises as he slows his thrusts, knowing you need it softer after such an intense experience. He strokes his hand over your hair soothingly, petting you gently before bringing his hand to your cheek, tipping your head to look at him and he smiles when he meets your eyes. “There you are, baby. Did so good. You ok if I keep going? I’m close, promise, I’ll be careful with you.”

You smile back at him and his heart clenches in his chest. Your smaller hand comes up to cup his cheek, mirroring him, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone as he did for you. “Go, baby. Want you to come for me. Want you to come inside me,” you encourage him. Not for the first time this morning, Javier feels time stand still. 

“But you said,” he starts. 

“I know, I know what I said. Do it. Come inside me, Javi. Dump it deep, make it stick.”

Your words rattle around in his brain on loop, it’s all he can think about as he picks up the pace again. He tucks his arms underneath your knees, lifting them up and pressing them back towards your shoulders, opening your sweet center to him fully. He looks down, watching his big cock disappear and reappear over and over again, shiny wet and covered in your come, the thatch of hair at his base coated in your thick white creaminess. He’s going to do what you asked. He’s going to come so deep inside you that it can’t help but take. He’ll give you whatever you want, would give you his own life if you asked. 

You must feel him tensing, knowing he’s close, because he feels you sweetly push his sweaty hair back and lean forward, leaving a soft kiss to his damp forehead before giving the wet beads there a little kitten lick, giggling cutely as you taste the saltiness and curling your tongue back into your mouth. Content little menace, teasing like you didn’t just get fucked within an inch of your life, he thinks. It works for him though, spurs him on as he thinks about more of you, little yous, in the world. He groans and feels his balls pulling up, knows he’s right there. 

“Come, Javi, please. Want it, fill me, baby. Come on,” you chant, moving your arms down to grip his ass, pulling him into you. He moans loudly, giving you one, two, three more strong pumps before he releases. He convulses with the force of it, spurt after spurt of thick come coating you from the inside. You hold him tight, stroking your hands gently up and down his back soothingly. He feels cherished here in your arms and he can’t imagine being anywhere else right now. 

BRRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRRING

You laugh and Javier feels it from inside you. “Eggs are finished cooking,” you say nonchalantly. 

“Yeah, hopefully,” Javi says under his breath. He grunts softly as he pulls himself from the warmth of your body. He notices you move to get down and get the eggs and he stops you immediately. “No, you stay right there. And keep your hips up, need all the help we can get,” he says as he nods towards the devastating mess of your pussy. 

His words send a shiver through you and you whimper quietly, staying in your position as he requested, reaching a hand down to cup your mound and hold in as much of his come as you can. The sight makes him feel feral and he growls. He leans over and kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment before he pulls away to get the breakfast you so kindly prepared for the two of you out of the oven. 

“Mmm, smells delicious, cariño. Thank you for cooking for us,” Javier praises. 

“It was nothing, really. Easy recipe. It’ll be a good one to use with kids actually, can use it to trick ‘em into eating their veggies, too. Just load it up with cheese,” you chuckle in reply. Javier looks at you with stars in his eyes, the way you’re already making considerations for an expanding family. He can’t help the way he pulls you in, kissing you with everything he’s feeling, how thankful he is for your presence in his life, how deeply in love he is with you, how excited he is for your future together. You give it to him right back and he knows. 

“Thank you,” he reiterates, leaning his forehead against your own. 

“Of course, Javier. Can’t imagine doing it for anyone else, with anyone else. Now can you please run to the bedroom and grab me a pair of panties from the drawer? I’d like to be able to use this hand at some point today,” you laugh and he laughs in return. 

“I’ve got you, hermosa. Un momento.” Javier scampers to your bedroom, grabbing your favorite pair of comfort panties before making his way back to the kitchen. He holds them up and you smile at him in a way that lets him know he made the right choice. He helps slide them up your legs and over your behind, using his fingers to flatten the waistband around your hips. “Here, let me grab your t-shirt,” Javi says, moving to grab your discarded clothes from the floor. 

“No, Jav, it’s ok. Want to wear this one,” you reply, nuzzling your face into the shoulder of his dirty, old t-shirt. He swears his cock gives a feeble twitch at the sight. 

“Ok, baby, that’s fine. You can keep that one,” he confirms and holds out a hand to help you hop off the counter. 

“Good,” you reply, hands dusting off your thighs, the shirt fitting you in your favorite way, as you’ve told him, just covering your panties. “It makes me feel sexy, I can’t really describe why, but I do. You’re just so fucking broad, baby, your shirts hang off me, it’s hot as fuck,” you’d told him once and he never forgot it. 

“We’ll have to get you some more, make sure you have plenty of options,” Javier started. “Need you to be comfy while you cook,” he finished, reaching a hand out to casually graze against your lower stomach. He looks up to find your jaw dropped open, eyes getting that faraway, glazed over look, and he knows what’s coming next. “Baby, your breakfast,” he reasons. 

“Fuck breakfast, we have a microwave. Can you go again?” you ask, reaching out to palm at his semi-soft cock. 

The feeling of your hand against his sensitive skin makes him shiver. “For you, cariño? Always.”

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Day 6- Anal with Ari Levinson

18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACT

Kinktober masterlist

A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.

So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.

TW: smut, anal, oral (reader receiving), ari is called daddy at some point. Reader was a virgin before him and tries stuff since then with him. ari levinson, the nom nom bear menace

People could describe you as quiet and shy. Not for Ari. Your boyfriend opened that shell long ago. Yes, you were still timid to talk about sex and stuff you wanted to try, especially with him. He knew so much, had done so much when you…well he was your first and for now…your last.

There’s something about Ari coming back from a run that makes you all giddy and aroused. You still don’t understand why seeing him all sweaty and breathing hard, makes you want to climb him like a tree… but today is not different, he came back ten minutes ago, and you’re wet. You sigh and continue preparing the dinner, but Ari has a better idea, make you squirm and bothered so you finally ask him what you’re dreading to ask for weeks now.

“Hey sweets”, he murmurs holding you gently from behind and kissing down your neck and shoulder. “H-he-hey Ari” you whisper, shiver running down your spin, clenching around nothing. “What are you cooking?” he asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Pa-pasta?”. He bites the crook of your neck gently, making you shudder. “I love your pasta”, he flushes himself against you and you can feel his cock…he’s not even hard but it’s there and… no, no you’re cooking, you can’t think of him trying to fit his dick in your….in your… gosh you can’t even say it in your head!

You’re fiddling with your shirt, well no… his shirt, but who cares? You’re trying to pay attention to the movie, but no, your mind is focus on his hands stroking your calfs, on his fingers massaging your ankles, his arms bulging…his face and his eyes that are looking at you? HE’S LOOKING AT YOU, you look away, back to the TV and he massages harder that point that make you melt with a quiet moan. “Ask me.”, he says. You blush “I have nothing to ask.” He arches a brow, fuck that makes you pussy throb. “Honey, you’re fiddling with your shirt, keep glaring at me and I’m sure if I go say hello to my pussy, she’s wet.” You whimper at that…his pussy. “Anal” you blurt out. “Yes?”. “Did you, do it?”. “To whom? Me or my partner.” You blush harder, this man he’s going to kill you. “Both?”

That’s how he explains to you everything, from his perspective of being pegged to fuck in the ass. You’re hot all over. “I want it. I want you to fuck my ass.” He kisses you hard, taking your breath away, making you straddle him. He becomes feral when you finally say what you want. Makes him so hard it hurts but fuck he loves you even more when you’re like that. His shy sweetheart of a girlfriend saying so awful words. The little sunshine of them all and his little slut. “Yeah, you want me to fuck that tight ass of yours?”. You moan a yes and squirms on his lap, feeling his hard on. “Put it in my ass, Ari”. “Oh kitten, you’re gonna make me cum like a teenager, remember the first time he fucked his tight little pussy?”. You nod and rocks your hips, rolling them on top of his crotch, stimulating yours. “Yeah, please, please I want you to fuck my virgin ass.” He growls. “Keep talking like that, my love, my dirty slut”.

In no time, you’re naked on the bed, legs spreads, Ari between them, his broad shoulders keeping you open for him. “First, I will make my dear pussy sings and then I’m gonna open you up with my fingers and after that it’s gonna be my dick. You can handle it, don’t you my sweet dirty girl?” You nod eagerly, cupping your breasts. “Yes, Ari.” He grins devilishly at you, “when will you call me daddy in bed, my love.” You look at him and feel bold, so you answer: “maybe when my dick is in my ass”. He laughs and slaps your thighs. “You little minx” and he dives in, two fingers in your/his pussy and his mouth around your clit sucking it hard.

You moan, pinching your nipples and you cum so fast and so hard that you saw little black dots, you’re panting when he teases your asshole. “Yes, all relax, I will go in with no restraint.” You feel the cold lube and you arch your back, moaning his name. One finger, not too bad, doesn’t hurt…second finger, okay begins to be a bit tight but still pleasurable. The third finger you whimper. “Still good, my love?”. The sweetness of his voice makes you relax, and you nod. “Yes, still good, go on Ari, I want your dick, now!”. He chuckles, “You, dirty little eager slut…do you talk like that to your friends and family?” You groan annoyed. “Ariiii, no family or friends talk when you are three fingers deep inside me, please!”. He giggles, the bastard giggles and kisses your mound. “And when I’m ball deep inside you?”. “I may call you daddy, yes, now can you fuck my ass?”.

This time he laughs, puts a condom on and lube his dick and your ass again “deep breath, and play with your breasts while I caress my little pussy”. He pushes the tip in, and you moan…how can his tip feels bigger than three fingers? “I don’t know, you tell me, my love.” Fuck you said it out loud. “And that too, already cock drunk, my love.” You moan, fuck you can’t deal with him, and he calls you “my love”. You feel him push more, rubbing your folds and clit, while you massage your breasts. You feel too much, hear everything loudly, the squishing sound of the lube when he thrust in and out when he’s half in. You feel yourself throb under his fingers, you feel your pussy clench and so does your asshole. “Fuck you tighter here than my pussy… gosh I will love to fuck your ass.” You pant and mumble “so fuck my ass…Da-“you moan loudly when he push all inside your ass, you feel his balls slaps against your crack and you arch your back. “ARI!”. He leans in and grins above your face. “Who’s Ari...I’m daddy.” He kisses you and explore your mouth with his tongue. You’re panting even more when he steps back, you look into his cerulean eyes and say softly: “fuck my ass, daddy, please”. He growls: ”so polite my little slut”. And he thrusts slowly, fastening his pace when you loosen up and getting harder when you dig your nail in his forearm and becomes feral when you moan “Daddy” again and again, rocking your hips in time with his, touching your nipples, rubbing your clit and teasing your hole. “Fuck, my good dirty slut, yeah play with my pussy, make her feel good, make you feel good.” He takes one of your nipple in his mouth plays with it with his tongue, sucks on it and bites it gently. This was what you needed to cum hard, trembling and moaning loudly. You clench around your finger and his dick, he moans too, cumming with you then.

You feel a hand on your cheek, a thumb stroking under your eye and a sultry voice speaking softly to you. You blink and see his smiling face. “Ari?”, “oh well hello my love, welcome back.” You blink more and realises…you’re under the covers, in one of his shirt, and he’s holding you close. “Yeah, that was a hard orgasm there, made you black out a little. How are you feeling.” You think and blush, he smiles and kisses your forehead softly. “My sweet baby, my precious angel, you can tell me you know.” You nuzzle his neck. “Sore but good. Thank you, baby.”

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[kookiesandcreams]

SHADES OF ME

Pairing: Patient!yoongi × doctor!y/n

Warnings: cussing, medical description, inappropriate and groping, oral (gem receiving) clit biting, spanking, choking, criminal yoongi.

A/n: I wrote this fic weeks ago idk what took me so long to post buttt here you go : ) like and comment <: ily fam <3

He knew it, he knew that you were he knew for him. His desire for you was ever-growing. The subtle ways you twisted your hand around the knob while entering the room, slight flip of your hair, gentle shake of your head and every little thing you did fueled his need for you.

Days began bleeding into months, and you still feared him, his timid kitten as he liked to think of you. "Check his pulse Dr Y/n."

You had to do it. "Uhm... right I'll do it once I'm done recording his vitals."

Working in a hospital was hard as it was but working in a psychiatric ward was next-level hard shit. You joined Maple Hospital 3 months ago, as an intern after graduating from your university with a decent score.

Your experience?

Lavish.

Only the millionaires could afford such kind of treatment and care. Maple was a top-class listed hospital with extravagant facilities. You slogged your ass to get your hands on this job. One patient would not make you change your mind. But, would he?

You proceeded to check his pulse and the senior doctor left. Beads of perspiration gathered on your forehead. "Don't worry, I won't bite you."

You flinch, and the side stands fall down with you. He could see it, the rapid blinking of your eyes, your throat bobbing as you try to swallow the fear, your withdrawal from his touch.

"Are you still afraid of me?"

The IV is plucked from his veins, a tiny drop of blood appearing on the surface of his skin. You impulsively jump up to help him, the close proximity exciting him. Thoughts of you under h plague his mind. Just when you are about to dab a cotton ball over the blood he holds your wrist, tight enough to stop the circulation.

"I asked you a question now, didn't I?"

Swiftly rotating your wrist he had you turned in a way that made your back face him. His other hand was soon placed on your guts. The soft smell of baby powder kissed his nostrils as he nosed your neck. Pressing you closer, he gritted his teeth, "why is your heart pounding at such a fast rate?"

As much as you hated to admit it, both you and Yoongi knew it was because of him.

"No-" you took a sharp breath before continuing, "i- I am not afraid of you, sir."

"I see,"

His skilful yet rough hips press forward into yours, a sigh of pleasure leaving your mouth in short breaths.

"Yoongi—"

"Mhm?"

"What are you doing Min Yoongi?" You didn't know why but your body seemed to like the friction and the attention.

"I think sir is better." With that saying, he grabs your boob and attacks your neck with a fit of rough and hungry kisses. The fast, oscillatory movement of his hips never stopped. You could feel his dick harden as he humped your ass.

Swiftly, he grabs your chin, pushing two digits in your warm cavern. "Would you let anyone else use your slutty mouth? Huh, princess?" His fingers moved in and out of your mouth at a gradual pace. He wanted to savour the feeling, the warmth and the sloppiness of your mouth.

"No one else," you said. "I would never allow anyone else in this throat of mine." Showing him was the only way he'd trust her. She wanted him to recover. Truly, she did. Unbeknownst to herself, she desired his touch, his affection, his love, his hands roaming expanse of her body.

He let out a groan, a feral one. It rumbled through her chest and made your pussy flutter. Were you worthy of him? Of his status in society?

A slap echoed and you felt the pain shooting through your ass. His huge palms were then rubbing the globes of your ass softly as if he didn't just slap them red and dead.

Before you knew you were leaning against the huge balcony. The blinders were on but the thrill made you wet. His deathly grip on your waist was agonizing but it made you feel a sense of belonging, something you never felt.

Your work skirt was loosely hanging around your waist when he bunched it above your ass. You felt exposed, the shame turning you on even more. He knelt, parted your legs and stared at your fat pussy, and you hid your face.

"What a lovely pussy you have here, darling."

Without wasting a second, he dived in like a hungry beast. Lapping up your folds and sucking your clit was an Olympic sport; that's how he made you feel. Switching between biting your hood ferociously and inserting his tongue in your fluttering hole, he brought you closer to your end. Your pussy clenched signalling your orgasm and that's when he stopped.

You cried. The crescent marks on your palms were just the evidence of the pleasure he gave you only to snatch it back from you in a moment.

"Why?"

"I think this is all you deserve for now."

He sat on his bed, pliant and docile. A Marathon of thoughts in your mind distressed you. Even though you'd never admit it to anyone you knew, you yearned for more. More of him.

Now all you can do is wait.

[suna-reversed]

Somebody else

sukuna x reader/ yuuji x reader

wherein, your best friend takes over your lover’s body

decided to combine these two👀

(❤️=size difference)

Warnings/Tags- dub con, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, choking, nipple play, mirror sex, degredation, slapping (once), spit kink, size kink, oral (m.receiving), bulging, slight exhibitionism?, yandere themes heavily implied! (all characters are aged up‼️)

The arrangement, per say, was quite peculiar. But you somehow still managed to work it out, much thanks to Yuuji’s patience and his willingness to allow such a thing. 

You couldn’t remember when it started, perhaps it was your constant bickering with the mouth on Yuuji’s cheek or how it always seemed to show up whenever you were around, or perhaps it the time he saved your life during one particularly tedious mission, surprising everyone else.

Whatever it was, it had ended up making the king of curses grow a soft spot for you. Well, at least what would be considered soft for a curse. It was never acknowledged except for the one time you went to sleep in between tattooed arms and woke up to the face of your best friend staring intently at you, 

“It’s okay, as long as you’re happy.” He’d said. You didn’t pay much heed to why he hadn’t removed his body from yours. 

Time with Sukuna was scarce, most of it being when Yuuji would be too tired after a mission and involuntarily shift, leaving you alone in the hours of dusk with your lover, as he drove his lips all over your body, moaning filthy things in your ear as he rut into you- you could only hope your best friend was unconscious all throughout it. 

----

You were on your knees in between Sukuna’s legs, taking as much of his huge girth down your throat as you could, your hands taking care of what your tongue couldn’t. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you don’t fail to miss the smug look on his face as you desperately whine around his cock. You know he’s just playing, god forbid he ever cums anywhere except for deep inside your cunt. 

“Begging for my cock already- how pathetic.” 

His voice is gravelly calm, sending a shiver straight down your spine. You whine once again as he slightly bucks his hips up, your mouth struggling to encompass his massive member. One of his hands comes to grip your hair, your moan coming out muffled against a mouth full of cock. 

“So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it-” He’s cut off with a groan, “Ah- shut up brat-” 

You somehow get the feeling that he wasn’t talking to you, but you don’t have much the time to ponder over it as the hand on your head starts pushing down urging you to start moving once again. 

“Fuck fuck- stop it! No-”

His voice is laced with genuine annoyance and you hurriedly pull yourself off of him, brows scrunched in confusion as you look up at him, wondering what you were doing wrong. 

The face that stares back at you however is chillingly unfamiliar, a cheshire grin spread across it which makes the marked face of your lover seem like it is of a madman. You’re thoroughly confused by Sukuna’s behaviour- you know he’s complex at times but you’re truly at a loss of comprehension this time. 

“Did I say that you could stop?” 

You instinctively shake your head, no words leaving your mouth as you remain stunned with his strange behaviour. 

His hand comes to caress your cheek, thumb moving to brush against your bottom lip,

“C’mere” he mumbles, and your body seems to move on it’s own, as you move your face close to his. The thumb on your bottom lip prods at your skin until you open your mouth and Sukuna brings his head to rest against yours- you’re too enchanted by the feral look in his eyes, gasping at the feeling of his saliva landing against the tip of your tongue. He presses your jaw shut with one hand as you struggle against it,

“Be a good girl and swallow it.” 

His commanding tone instantly has you doing so. You’ve never seen such a side to him, however, you can’t say that you mind it. His grip on your jaw loosens and you let him switch your positions- not like you could’ve fought against his raw strength. His muscular chest is pressed to yours as he pins you down beneath him, one large hand exploring the valley in between your legs, dangerously trailing close to right where you want it to be but never quite reaching there. 

“You like watching this huh?” 

Again, there’s a strange feeling in your gut, but it’s overpowered as two fingers land against your sensitive nub, lightly pinching it which makes you push your hips against his fingers, asking for more. 

A yelp escapes past your lips as he suddenly moves away, getting off the bed to stand at the edge. His cock stands tall against his stomach, tip still dripping with a mix of pre-cum and your spit from before. 

“Come here, slut.” 

You’re a little shocked at his words- used to getting spoiled with praise by this time of your rendezvous. Was he angry about something tonight? 

“No- I forbid you from leaving my arms.” He had said as you cuddled earlier in the night, making you laugh and slap his chest- which was exactly what led to where you were now. He seemed fine before- perhaps he just felt rougher tonight?

“Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.” 

He growls out loud, snapping you out of your daze. You’re instantly crawling towards him, looking up at him with a mixture of both need and confusion as you wonder what he’s up to. A hand comes down to wrap around your throat, his breath right next to your ear as he leans forward, 

“Next time-” the grip on your throat tightens, “...you listen when I tell you something.” You weakly nod your head, sighing as he pulls away. 

Smack!

The burn on your cheek stings, making tears well up in the corner of your eyes- you look up, only to find yourself staring into a pair of orbs in between crinkled eyes, a smirk resting atop his lips- you almost feel guilty for the arousal that pools in between your legs. 

“Now now, let’s show you what a proper fuck is.” 

You’re being picked up, strong hands coming to knead the flesh of your ass as he walks you two over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. Before you know it, he’s sitting you down on the chair in front of your vanity table, turning you around so that you’re met with the reflection of your legs spread over his thighs, his cock rubbing against your soaking pussy. 

You throw your head back against his chest as one of his hands moves forward to play with your clit, the other twisting and pinching your nipples. You’re grinding against his wet cock as he increases the pace of his fingers, moaning profanities as his teeth dig into your neck. You feel your orgasm building up, the tight coil in your stomach getting close to bursting and right as you’re there-

“No!” You cry out loud. 

Your eyes meet in the mirror and you’re slightly thrown off by the bewildered expression on Sukuna’s face- almost guilt filled and panicked- his hands completely positioned away from your body. 

“No please- don’t stop- need you filling me up so bad please.” You beg out loud, tears falling down your eyes, the ripples of your ripped away orgasm still pulsing through your body. 

And just like that, it’s gone, and the hunger-filled eyes are back. 

“Oh, she said she wants it- who am I to deny such a precious little thing?” 

You don’t have the time to register his words as strong arms lift you up, positioning his huge cock against your slick heat. You moan at the contact, still sensitive but needy as you clench your eyes in pleasure. 

“Do you know you look real pretty when you cry?” 

Your mind is too fuzzy from the feeling of his tip stretching your insides to respond. A hand comes to your jaw- angling it forward,

“Come on, look at how my cock stretches your tight little hole- how you gush around it like a desperate whore.” You find your eyes opening out of their own accord and almost moan at the sight you’re met with.

His enormous length is almost halfway inside you, the base of his shaft glistening with your dripping juices as your tiny hole struggles to fit all of him in. One of his arms is protectively wrapped around your waist, pushing down against the bulge starting to form on your stomach while the other kneads your tits, pressing them together, pulling your nipples every now and then. His scarlet orbs hold a wild look from where they glance up at you, his face bowed down, teeth biting into your neck. He makes sure you see him smirk against your skin as he pushes himself up deeper into you making you cry out loud. He starts bouncing you up and down on his cock, moving your body like a rag doll as the air is filled with both of your loud groans and grunts.

Yuuji would argue that he’s dreamed about this for weeks- almost months- perhaps from the first time he laid eyes upon you. All those times he had to watch your body underneath his- only to barely be able to feel you, your saccharine moans hitting his ears and him not being the reason for it- it pissed him off beyond reason. He thrusted his hips harder into you, the hand on your tits moving down to rub circles onto your clit. 

“Ah fuck- I’m close.”

That’s right- you were moaning for him now. More than you ever had for the stupid curse. Did he ever fill you up this well? Always handling you like you were as fragile as glass- when this is how a real whore like you wants to get fucked. He feels pride swell in his chest as he hears you crying about how big he is, how well he’s filling you up, how it’s too much- but you’re still crying for him to fill you up aren’t you? All while the king of curses sits back and watches helplessly. 

He feels your walls clamp down on him, your frail little body compared to his thrashing from the overstimulation of pleasure as he continues to fuck you through your climax. He finds his own pleasure not too later, spilling inside you with a loud moan, grinning at the sight of you all fucked out in the mirror- his seed dripping out of your hole as he pulls you up, turning you around so that you’re facing him. Your head falls against his chest, arms coming around his neck- the audacity you have- no, you don’t get to do this shit with him after all the years he took care of you- all the years he spent loving you- only for you to go ahead and open your legs the second a pathetic man with tattoos and a silver tongue showed up. 

“You didn’t think we were done did you?” 

You’re still too exhausted from your previous feat, almost clawing at his body heat being pulled away from you as you’re manhandled onto your knees on the floor. Your pleas are shut down with a single stern look from him- apparently puppy eyes weren’t gonna work on him tonight like they usually do. 

“I’m gonna make sure every single part of your body is covered with my cum by the time I’m done with you. Now suck.” 

Who were you to deny him? Especially when he kept his word, fucking into you all over the bedroom, spilling his load onto your tits, ass, face- everywhere. You were so tired by the end of the night, you didn’t notice how he didn’t run a bath for you or stroke your hair while pressing kisses to marks he’d littered your neck with like always. Instead, the last thing you saw was his back as he walked out the room- did it not have tattoos? You didn’t remember it the next day as you clocked out. 

The next few days are strange- with no sighting of your lover. You assume it’s because Yuuji’s busy with training or missions. That is until you meet him in the cafeteria. 

“y/n! Good morning!” He greets you cheerfully, and you feel a little guilty for wishing he wasn’t in such high spirits- hoping he’d have been tired enough for you to get some time with Sukuna.

“Hey, where have you been?” You ask while leaning into his side hug. Just for the matter of a second, you think you notice a feral look flashing through his eyes- gosh, how much had you missed Sukuna to have to be imagining such a thing. Yuuji is still speaking, his usual happy grin on his face,

“...no worries though, I’ll make sure you get your time with your grumpy big cat.” Your heart warms at your best friend’s considerate offer, knowing his time is limited and he still chooses to give it to you.

“Thank you so much Yuuji! Have I ever told you how grateful I am to have you as a friend?”

“It’s no problem y/n!” He says, ruffling your hair, “As long as you’re happy…”

You do not understand why Sukuna refuses to enter your room that day- insisting you shift somewhere else- or why he refuses to even touch any part of your body where he himself had left marks upon- or why there’s an air of jealousy and possessiveness to him as he bends you over the couch, hands tied behind your back while he ruts into you like an animal in heat, promises of fucking you better than ever before being grunted into your ear.

Taglist- @bakugohoex @mahitochan @saturnmoon @lilshortcakess @itsyaboiana @p-each-y-day @osmosly @jotazinha @captainmads2092 @laura-marie-16 @tsuki-kusa

Thanks to my masochist baby @bakugohoex for helping with the idea🙄🙄 no I’m not killing the reader❤️

[rainyearning]

unavernales​:

“you’re so cute,” serghei coos and chances a little kiss to noori’s cheek. the claws at his back are a nice, even burn that is made much more soothing due to his healing factor and pain tolerance. benefits of dating a freak of nature, he supposes. “we’re getting out of the deeper end, just relax,” he replies and can’t stop smiling. for once, it seems, serghei wasn’t the one losing his cool and making demands while noori kept an unwavering air of apathy. it’s hilarious, in all honesty. serghei has to hold back his snickering as he slowly brings noori to the shallow end: right until the water barely splashes to serghei’s thighs, his cat kept out of the water completely if he continues to cling how the dhampir likes him to. “see? daddy would never let anything hurt you, right?” he rubs a large hand over noori’s back, slipping down briefly to grope at the other’s ass. “you love me. you’re marrying me, baby. it was your idea,” he murmurs into his kitten’s ear with a kiss. he pulls away to look at noori in all his yellow eyed, feral cat glory, obviously smug. “look at you, surviving being in the pool for more than a minute.”

A little growl would fall from his lips when being called cute. Oh Serghei was a jerk. A huge, big, jerk. His claws would dig just a little deeper, as a way to punish the dhampir, though, it surely wasn’t too punishing for Serghei. He would pay it back, one way or another.. because Noori was a petty bitch. And he hated having Serghei mock him that way. “Just relax?” He repeated as if it was the most impossible thing possible. “Relax?” Okay, he was mad at a comment like this, as if he chose to be in this ridiculous panicked state. The cat clung tightly to Serghei, well, until he felt that no water was touching him any longer. He let his gaze drop, breathing calming down a bit now that he was something like out of the water. “Stop mocking me.” He pressed out before he was letting go of the other man, face red from the panic and the embarrassment of Sergheis mockery. Why did he think getting in the water was a good idea? Somehow it was always the same outcome, because once he got in the water, he was panicking like this.. but maybe he forgot about it, liking to pretend that he was definitely cool with water. He shortly pushed at Sergheis chest before he rushed to get out of the pool again. “barely. I nearly died.” Dramatic, Noori was absolutely dramatic. And of course he loved Serghei, he wanted to marry him, but right now, he was pissed off. Now that the water was only reaching to his hips, he found himself in the position to actually leave the pool on his own. Wet, annoyed, heart hammering in his chest. “I will never get into a pool with you again. Why are you so obsessed with these stupid pools anyways?”

[heartofsilverflames]

Hey I’m the anon about the face sitting request, I was wondering if with the face sitting you can add Bucky cuming in his pants just by looking at you, like no touching it just happens. Thank you bubs❤️❤️

Good things come to boys who wait

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), cunnilingus, face sitting, slight cum-play

Summary: You finally agree to sit on Bucky’s face

a/n: always honey. I changed a lil detail but I hope that’s okay :) Also, I’m so sorry for taking so long to write this

Bucky’s wanted this for ages. Practically begging every time you both were fooling around

“Please babydoll, just sit on my face. I wan’ make you feel good, c’mon you know you want to!”

And in all honesty, you weren’t quite sure why you haven’t. You know fine well how good Bucky is with his tongue and he was right- Whenever you thought about taking a seat on that pretty face of his, your panties would be soaked in seconds.

And how he had you where he wanted, knees planted at either side of his head, his eyes fixed on your sopping cunt. His mouth watered and his cock twitched at the beautiful yet filthy sight above him. Bucky wanted nothing more than to devour you like you were his last meal. But he also wanted to go slow...

That’s why you were already a panting mess, fingers tangled in dark locks as Bucky marked you up. “Bucky, please!” He had you whining so soon. His teeth nicking at the soft skin of your inner thighs, licking over the tender areas while you squirmed every time Bucky’s rough stubble scraped against you. The feeling burned deliciously and you’d savour the marks- the traces of him left behind for days.

“I want to take my time with you, doll,” He murmured, hot breath seeping over your core as he switched from one thigh to your other. You couldn’t even take what you want and lower yourself. His metal grip on your backside too strong for you to move around much. The cold soothed your warm skin as he groped and massaged your plump flesh in his hand.

“No, Bucky- please! Let me sit on your face, daddy, need your tongue so bad!” You pleaded, opening your scrunched eyes when his attack on your thighs paused and he let out a feral groan. You looked down to him already staring up at you, eyes dark with lust as he lifted his head from the bed.

The first kitten lick to your needy clit had you trying to jolt away with a gasp. “No, no no,” Bucky growled, pulling you to sit on his face. The yelp you let out was cut off by a moan as you soon felt his tongue sliding between your slick folds. He drew out your moan with his own, your taste taking over his senses.

He spread your wetness around with his tongue, keeping his eyes fixed on your flushed face, short breaths of pleasure blowing past your parted lips. He wanted more, yearning to hear you sing for him. Bucky’s cock throbbed when he pulled the first mewl from your throat, his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud. His tongue prodded at your clit, flicking up and down, back and forth and around. It caused you to buck over him, walls clenching around nothing as your slick smeared across his chin. His beard prickled your velvety skin, eliciting little gasps from your chest. He played with your pussy, exploring every wet inch like it was the first time. Leaving sloppy french kisses to your most delicate places. Thoughts clouded with pleasure, you slide your knees further apart at each side of Bucky’s head, spreading yourself wide on his face. He greeted your actions with a lewd moan, fisting your ass cheeks in his large hands as he swerved his head side to side, attempting to bury his face in your hot core. 

Bucky’s tongue dipped into your inviting hole causing your head to lull back against your shoulders. Your hips began to move subconsciously, rocking your cunt on his face as you moaned above him, walls clenching down around his tongue. “Bucky...fuck!” You tugged hard on his hair, whimpering out as the coil in your stomach wound fast. “Feels so good- so fucking good”

You weren’t the only one close to an earth-shattering high. Bucky’s cock, bright red and pulsing, twitched against his stomach, his tip leaking pre-cum down his length as he felt his balls tightening. All because of you. From the way you were shamelessly using him to get yourself off. Slapping one of your hands back onto his chest to stable yourself so you could ride his tongue faster. He watched your chest rise and fall rapidly as your breath quickened, your mewls rising to a crescendo.

Thighs quivering, you looked down at Bucky through hooded eyelids, scraping your nails against his scalp, “Gonna cum, fuck...Bucky, I’m gonna- ah!” You cry out, head thrown back as the coil snaps, you cum hard on Bucky’s tongue while your hips buck and jerk against his face.

The super soldier practically whines into your spasming heat, feeling your tight hole squeezing his tongue which was still buried inside you. The vibrations overstimulated your cunt as he watches you fall apart above him. Muffled noises of pleasure continue to fill your ears as Bucky tumbles over the edge after you. His cock twitches furiously, pumping out ropes of thick cum onto his tanned and tensed stomach.

Coming down from your high, you thread your fingers through Bucky’s slightly sweaty hair, sitting up so you’re hovering over him. “Told you, babydoll,” He whispers after swallowing a breath.

You look over your shoulder, lips tugging up in a giggle, “I dunno, baby...” Placing your right hand on Bucky’s chest, you slid it down the expanse of his body slowly, biting your lip when you heard the faint sound of his breathing picking up. You smeared his release across his stomach, feeling another flood of wetness as his abdomen flexed under your hand. “Looks like someone really enjoyed themselves...”Your hand wrapped around his half-hard cock, earning a sharp hiss from beneath you.

You were about to lift off him, wanting to put your mouth on his already sensitive length. But Bucky’s grip on you tightened, keeping you in place. He muttered out “Stay,” while your hand squeezed his cock gently and a whimper was pulled from your throat. You were barely given another second before his talented mouth was back on your cunt, instantly sucking and licking at you as the waves of pleasure quickly returned.

It’s safe to say, you’d be parking your pussy on his face at any given chance.

[volleychumps]

AHHH CAN WE DO A PART 2 OF YOUR EX APPROACHING YOU WHILE THE BOYS ARE AROUND? WITH AKAASHI, KUROO, IWA AND ATSUMU? I LOVED THE FIRST ONE 🥺🤩🤩🤩

Thank you for 2.6k you guys!!!! Here are some possessive volleynerds for you lovelies<33 

And thank you sm for the request love I love the diversity in teams- writing in scenarios aha 

Warnings: cursing, this is a douchey ex so he does say some pretty shitty things lol

Continuation of This One 

S/O With a Douchebag Ex (Akaashi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu) 

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Akaashi 

“Hey! You did so well out there!” 

Akaashi offers a glimpse of a smile at your excited figure in the stands as he jogs up the steps to where you are, feeling the tiredness seem to drift away as he takes the seat next to you. You grin when one of his arms loops around your waist to tug you into his side, not minding the slightly sweaty setter as he sighs into your shoulder in content. 

“I’m so glad you made it. Now please tell them I’m asleep.” 

“What-?”

You sweatdrop when seemingly on cue, Bokuto and Konoha run up the same steps of the bleachers, pointing at Akaashi’s “sleeping” figure in accusation. 

“I knew it! I knew he would run off to Y/N the minute we finished-” 

“Sh.” You put a finger to your lips as Bokuto pauses, feeling a laugh bubble up in your throat when Akaashi’s lips curl into a smile aginst your shoulder. “He’s tired.” 

“Oh boo hoo look at you two all cute and shit.” Konoha snips, settling on the other side of you as you roll your eyes. “Bite me.” 

“Don’t be bitter you’re single.” You laugh as the rest of Fukurodani settle in the bleachers around you, humming a little as Akaashi holds you a little tighter in thanks as he uses you to recharge. 

“Well isn’t this a fucking sight.” 

You tense up immediately at the voice that belongs to the newcomer, your frozen state not going unnoticed by the blue-eyed boy who still had his eyes closed, a frown now growing on his lips. 

“Still whoring around, Y/N? All these boys waiting their turn?” 

Bokuto and Komi had both begun to stand up, and you cast a sharp glance at both of them that had them both sitting back down with a shared glare in their pupils. You breathe in a shaky sigh before offering a wobbly smile to your ex, not noticing that blue-green eyes had snapped open and Akaashi had lazily looked up at your ex with a lit flame behind his eyes before you could stop him. 

“Say it again.” His voice is soft as you sigh. No stopping him now. 

Your ex tried to hide his nervousness at Akaashi’s lazy stare that held a deadly feel with a feigned chuckle. “What?” 

“I said,” Akaashi stands, towering to his full height that seemed a little more intimidating than usual as he towers over your ex, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer with a head tilt. The mix of tiredness and annoyance was evident on Akaashi’s face as he feels irritation bubble in his stomach at someone openly insulting his girlfriend. 

“Say it again. You think I care if we’re in public?” 

You gape at his thug-like actions along with the team, and your ex shoves your boyfriend off with a growl before casting you one more glare. 

“This isn’t over.” 

“I’d say it is.” Akaashi steps in front of your line of vision, jutting his chin to the side in a motion for him to get the hell out of here. “Now kindly leave before I kindly resort to getting physical.” 

You feel your heartbeat pick up when your ex spins on his heel cowardly, Akaashi collapsing back in his seat to lay his head back on your shoulder. 

“Violence is tiring.” 

“Y-Y/N, I’m scared-” 

“Who the hell have you been hanging out with ‘Kaashi?!” 

You nudge him slightly, smiling gratefully as Akaashi props one eye open, only replying to you and ignoring his teammates inquiries- 

“Thank you.” 

“I have him recorded on my phone, so no need to worry anymore. I could ruin him in a second.” 

You cast a glance to Konoha, realizing just how frightening Akaashi could be when pissed off for the right reasons. 

“..I think I’m scared too.” 

“Oh shush.” Akaashi kisses your shoulder, arms resting around your waist as his voice mumbles in your ear, all teasing fading from your voice as a safety net extends across your heart. 

“No scum gets to talk about you like that, angel.” 

Kuroo

“I have half the mind to just abandon you.” 

“Noooo!” You whine, willing your legs to keep walking as Kuroo looks behind him amusedly, hand clasped in yours as the raven-haired captain attempts to tug you along. “Who’s idea was it to walk this big ass park again?” 

“...yours.” 

“Nuh-uh.” You deny with a pout, prompting Kuroo to snort before tugging you to one of the nearby benches, sitting you down sweetly as you pout up at him. 

“I swear it’s like I’m your babysitter more than your boyfriend, kitten.” 

“That’s called-” You use both hands to make a rainbow shape with a seemingly innocent grin as Kuroo hits you with a deadpan stare. “Pedophilia~” 

“Aaaaand that’s it, I’m abandoning you-” 

“Wait, I was joking!” You grab his hand when he spins on his heel, thinking he was simply being overdramatic before Kuroo winks once, kissing your knuckle. 

“As if I would actually do that. Do you want milktea or iced tea?” 

Your pout grows as you retract your hand. “Milktea.” 

“Stop pouting, you’re prettier when you smile.” 

“And for that reason, I will continue to pout because you told me to stop- ow!” 

You glare at your boyfriend’s teasing smirk as he walks off, rubbing the spot on your forehead where he flicked before basking in the feeling of relaxing your legs, deciding to enjoy the rest time while you can. 

As your hands massage at your calves, a voice makes your heart drop into your stomach. 

“Y/N?” 

The feeling of wanting to disappear spreads over your chest as you slowly meet the eyes of someone you had never wanted to see again, a scoff falling out of his lips at the sight of you. 

“Did your newest toy leave you already?” He questions sickeningly sweet as your gaze drops back down to your shoes, bottom lip trembling at just the sound of his voice. 

“Did he use you for your body like all the rest did?” 

“N-No, not that that’s any of your business anyways.” You mumble, still not meeting his eyes as you wish Kuroo would come back faster, your ex taking another step forward with a smirk holding no good intentions. 

“Well, why don’t we go back to the good old days, hm?” He reaches for your wrist, and just as you flinch-

“Oops. My hand slipped.” 

Your eyes widen as Kuroo’s iced americano had created a puddle on the floor in which your ex stood, a pissed-off expression in the feral boy’s eyes as he smiles with no kindness behind it, fake-apology slipping off his tongue. 

“Sorry about that! Man, I’m suddenly wishing I got it hot.” Kuroo throws the lid over his shoulder, not reacting when your ex turns on him, his grin simply widening when your ex realizes just how broad and tall your new boyfriend was. 

“Are we good?” Kuroo continues, taking his other hand out of his pocket with seemingly innocent intentions as his gaze darkens, smile borderline sinister. 

“Or do you have business with my girlfriend?” Kuroo makes a point to step in front of you, crossing his arms with a strained grin. “Because in all honesty, you’re getting a little too close for comfort, hm? Or do I need to show you the meaning of too close for comfort?” 

The tone of Kuroo’s voice sends a shiver down your spine as you see just how hard Kuroo is clenching his fists, restraining himself but still casting you reassuring glances to calm you down. 

“Tsk.” Your ex casts you one more promising death glare before spinning on his heel. “I don’t have time to play with trash anyways.” 

Kuroo watches as he walks off, smile gone and replaced with a frown as his eyes seem to gleam with a dark look to them, softening a little when you reach out to tug on his sleeve. 

“Kitten, did he do anything to you, because I can go after him. I’ve never once feared prison-” 

“Tetsurou.” You whisper, lifting your head to meet his worried gaze through watery eyes as you wish you could respond to his joke the way he would want you to. “Can you maybe just...hold me?” 

“I’ll do you one better. You can ride on my back while we go back to the coffee shop to go buy my coffee that I uh, dropped. Deal?” 

“Deal.” you interlock pinkies with him as he hoists you on his back, Kuroo pretending not to notice your weakness as you bury your head in his neck and cry as he walks along. He turns his head a little, smiling softly when your tears wet his shoulder. 

“Oi, just so you know- I would never abandon you. So don’t worry your pretty little head over nothing, kitten.”

Iwaizumi

“Hajime, please don’t get the candy- just get popcorn and the drinks.” 

“What?” Iwa blinks as if you had just offended him, handing you the two tickets as he arches a confused brow. “But you always get candy.” 

“I’m dieting!” You proclaim proudly, and Iwaizumi stares at you for a solid six seconds before turning around. 

“Anyways, do you want chocolate or the gummies?” 

“Did you not hear-” 

“Oh I heard. But there’s no need to diet when you’re already...” 

“Already?” You grin cheekily as you see the tips of his ears turn red. 

“You’re getting chocolate.” 

“Hajime-” You sigh as he rushes away from you towards the counter, leaving you to examine the ticket stubs with a bouncing in your chest. Iwaizumi wasn’t the most open about his feelings towards you, but it was clear that he definitely cared- and that’s all that really mattered. 

You really thought nothing would ruin this night.

“Look what we have here! How’ve you been, Y/N?” 

You still when an arm gets thrown over your shoulder, feeling your breathing hitch at the sight of someone you hadn’t seen in months. Automatically, you go to step away only for a hug to be forced on you, and you feel your eyes brim with unshed tears as your world seems to stop for a second. 

“You missed me, didn’t you? Why’d you leave me, Y/N? Fate must be telling us-” 

You squeak when your the back of your shirt is pulled strongly, relaxing at the feel of Iwaizumi’s chest on your back as you could hear his breaths attempting to be steady. A laugh almost bubbles out of your throat when you see his other arm was cradling a bucket of popcorn with various other snacks inside of it. 

“Y/N.” Iwaizumi looks down at you seriously, voice blunt. “Want me to hurt him?” 

You blanch at the straight-laced tone of your boyfriend, but you find yourself wanting to smile- 

“Ah. So you’re why she left. That little slut left me because you came into the picture, huh?” 

Iwaizumi suddenly gets an unreadable look in his eye as his bangs seem to cover the dark irises, humorless chuckle slipping his lips as you put a hand on his arm, panicked. His breaths were no longer controlled. 

“Hold this.” You blink when he hands you the bucket of popcorn, eyes bewildered before Iwaizumi rolls his sleeves up, taking his time as your ex laughs mockingly at the sight. 

“What, are you really gonna hurt me in a-” 

“Yup.” 

You flinch when Iwaizumi shamelessly kicks him to the floor as if he were nothing, fire blazing in his dark eyes as you grip the bucket a little tighter, watching as Iwa bends down to his level, ignoring the crowd beginning to form. 

“So not only are you openly going to touch my girlfriend when I’m not near her when she obviously doesn’t like it- you’re gonna call her names too when I’m standing right here?” Iwaizumi tilts his head the slightest bit to the side, just enough to send shivers down his spine. 

“Still want to see if I’m really going to do it?” Iwaizumi asks in a bored manner, beginning to reel his fist back as your ex squeaks out a no, scrambling away with his hands before angrily glancing at you in his escape. 

Iwa gets back up, dusting his hands off as if nothing had happened before walking back up to you and popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. 

“What theatre are we in?” 

“Hajime, you just-” 

“I wasn’t actually going to punch him.” 

“That’s not the point.” 

“Hey.” Iwaizumi uses his finger to wipe at the stray tears in the corner of your eyes. “He made you cry, didn’t he?” 

Your eyes widen as your heart bounces around in your chest, Iwaizumi tugging you along as he mumbles something about the movie starting soon. 

“As if I’d let some nobody talk about you like that when you’re...” 

“When I’m...?” The smile comes back as Iwaizumi finds himself wanting to see it even more before groaning, refusing to look back at you. 

“Perfect. There, I said it. Now can we just watch this damn Godzilla movie before your chocolate melts into the popcorn?” 

Atsumu

“You’re here!” 

“And you’re sweaty!” You giggle, hugging Atsumu back with both arms outside the volleyball practice gym of Inarizaki as he lifts you off the ground, prompting you to squeal a little. “Don’t tell me you’re going home like this...?” 

“He’s not.” 

You laugh as Kita hits Atsumu upside the head, causing your boyfriend to whine as the captain casts you a sorry stare. 

“Why he wouldn’t shower before coming to greet you in a filthy state is beyond me.” 

“He is standing right here- don’t be mad because you don’t have a cute girl waiting for you.” That last part comes out as a mumble as an irk mark openly emerges on Kita’s head as Atsumu subtly steps behind your giggling form. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Atsumu mumbles, pouting as he looks down at you before hugging you from behind tightly. “I’ll shower. Five minutes- no, three minutes tops-” 

“Disgusting. Again Y/N, I’m sorry.” Kita bows at you apologetically before dragging an over-dramatic Atsumu back into the gym as he winks at you in a be back before you know it gesture. You lean back against the wall, shaking your head at your playful boyfriend as you deem it fine to wait a little longer as you swipe through your phone.

“Waiting for someone?”

Your thumb freezes upon your screen as the voice fills your ears, and you boredly meet the eyes of your ex-boyfriend before scoffing and turning your attention back to your phone. 

“Why are you even here? Since when do you play volleyball?” You mock, fighting to keep the strain out of your voice as your ex leans a bit too close on the wall-space next to you. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” 

“Oh? Have I?” You feign shock, still not looking up at your screen as the device gets ripped from your grip, your ex holding it out of reach as your eyes widen. 

“After everything we’ve been through you have the audacity to give your time to someone else?” You flinch at the words directed to you, the manipulative words spinning in your mind as his grip tightens around your wrist, now pinning you to the wall. 

“Answer me.” 

You clench your eyes shut, willing it all to go away as you hear him chuckle. 

“Adorable.” 

“Yeah. She is.” Your eyes snap open as relief floods your system, a few droplets falling from Atsumu’s hair as he grabs the collar of your ex, flinging him back carelessly as he falls on his ass. Your boyfriend doesn’t even glance back at him, cupping your face carefully with a reassuring smile on his face. 

“Sorry. I said three minutes but actually took five.” He kisses the tip of your nose before frowning, finally glancing behind him. “And wow, this is some luck.”

“Atsumu-” 

“Kidding, kidding.” Atsumu grins. “After I finish this up, care to go get a parfait?” 

“Finish-?” You find yourself under Atsumu’s jacket, obscuring your vision effectively as Atsumu bends down to the level of your ex, smile easygoing but eyes gleaming with a tinge of anger. 

“I’ll take that.” Atsumu plucks your phone out of his tightened grip, smile slowly falling from his lips as he glances back to make sure you weren’t watching before tugging your ex his shirt so his mouth is near his ear. 

“I’m playing nice because of the cute girl standing over there, but if you show your ugly-ass face anywhere around her when you think I’m not there?” Atsumu grins in satisfaction at the fear that flashes across his face, letting go of his shirt as his back hits the floor.

“Playtime’s over.” 

“A-Atsumu?” 

The setter doesn’t need to glance back to know that he was already gone, humming sweetly as he takes his jacket off your head, stroking your hair soothingly when you hug him tightly. 

“God, you’re going to make me never want to leave you alone again. That was three minutes.” 

“...five minutes. ” You say, and Atsumu rolls his eyes playfully before smiling into your hair, thankful you couldn’t see the relieved expression on his own face that you were okay before hugging you a little tighter, mumbling into your hair. 

“No one gets to touch you like that, sweetheart. Not even me.” 

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[leyswhumpdump]

Hidden Ink #1: Hunting Trip

Inspired by this post by @albino-whumpee about rough caretakers and feral whumpees.

Hidden Ink masterlist

Tropes and CWs: Hunter caretaker, reluctant caretaker, hissy kitten whumpee, brief blood mention, leg-in-beartrap whump, some swearing.

Mika rose before the sun did, fumbling with the hurricane-lamp until its glow illuminated the inside of the cabin. It was one his father had left him, a centuries-old relic that still worked by some miracle. By the time he’d pulled on his hunting boots and helped himself to the berries and jerky he’d scraped together the night before, the lamp was no longer strictly necessary. He made sure to turn it off before he went out.

It had rained in the night. Mika could smell the petrichor in the soil and on the trees. When he brushed past a shrub to get to the forest track, the leaves left wet smears where they’d made contact. He shivered a little—the rain had absorbed most of the unbearable heat from the day before—and lifted his bow away from the foliage to help keep it dry. The morning birds sang to each other in the canopy above.

The first thing to do, Mika decided, would be to check on the traps. He’d set up a few new ones yesterday, a little more efficient than some of the others. He hadn’t forgotten the way something had pulled itself loose, dragging the trap with it. Mika had followed the trail of blood some way before he’d concluded he wasn’t getting the trap back. It had been a harsh lesson and, if his father had still been alive, he would not have let him forget it. The size of whatever he’d initially captured would have kept him fed for weeks.

“All right,” he muttered to himself as he pushed away waist-high ferns. As much as he’d tried to maintain the path he’d beaten, the local flora had other ideas. “First trap—up here…”

First trap was empty, of course. Mika checked briefly for damage, then let it be.

“Second trap…”

And then he heard the deer. Thrashing, loud thrashing. Instinct pressed him against a nearby tree trunk, turning his face towards the sound. The bow trembled a little in his grip. Something big. He needed to not mess this up. Land a few arrows in it, finish it off before it caught wind of him and struggled even harder…

His back still to the tree, he manoeuvred with a hunter’s practised silence. Get a good view, get a good shot. He reached for the quiver at his hip, his fingers seeking an arrow. He drew back the string, aiming that arrow at the writhing patch of darkness, and waited for the moment.

Something stayed his hand. Not a conscious realisation, but an itch that urged him to reconsider. He lowered the bow, returning the arrow to its quiver before he’d even realised what he was doing. Stalling… why was he stalling? He was almost out of food at the cabin, with each trip this past week having ended in failure. He couldn’t afford to pass this up, and yet…

The deer sobbed. Mika had killed plenty, and was familiar with their dying throes. He had never heard one make that sound before. And that weakly struggling darkness didn’t have the form of a deer; the configuration of the limbs suggested something closer to home. The early sun illuminated the side of a face, and a matted tangle of hair that did not resemble a deer’s fur.

“Oh, fuck.” Mika ran forward.

Prising the trap away would have been perfectly possible with the correct technique. The person caught in its jaws did not know the technique. Mika saw rips on the trouser leg where they’d tried to brute-force it, saw the splatters of new and dried blood on the leaves of the forest floor. He couldn’t blame the captive for that. The position of the trap on their ankle had forced them to the ground, pressing their face into dirt. Even for someone who knew what they were doing, who knew the release mechanisms like Mika did, it would not have been a straightforward task. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise anyone would be… Here, I’ll help you.”

A scream startled the surrounding birds into silence. The thrashing recommenced, but without focus. Mika tried to catch the imprisoned leg and received a kick from the other. He was about to try again when a stone smacked him in the shoulder. A quick glimpse told him the captive was scrabbling in the dirt for another.

“Will you stop?” The impact of the first one would leave a bruise. Drawing back his bow-string was not going to be fun. “I’m not trying to hurt you!”

The captive’s hand did not still. Mika saw them grab another rock, this one much bigger. He did not hang around to see if they were strong enough to throw it. Instead he tackled the arm, using his weight to pin it against the ground, and the captive screamed until his ears rang. Under all the dirt, they were young. Probably a boy, although the presented profile and neutrally messy hair made it difficult for Mika to confirm that. Whoever and whatever they were, they were not content to let Mika contain them further. Mika had to duck his head as teeth snapped at his ear.

“I’m trying to help,” he snarled. “Help. Not hurt. Help.”

The boy hissed something incoherent, trying to raise his free arm to take a swipe. Mika shifted his weight so he was sitting between his shoulder blades. “If you keep wriggling, you’re going to do yourself a worse injury.”

Gradually the boy’s struggles stilled, although his shoulders heaved below Mika. Muttering to himself, Mika turned his attentions to the trapped leg. He knew he had no right to get so impatient, and indeed it was mostly a cover for the guilt. He’d set that trap, and a human being had stumbled into it.

“I’ll be quick,” he promised, and got to work on the mechanism. The jaws opened with a click, the metal teeth stained with the boy’s blood. “There, it’s done. I’m sorry again…”

The boy scrambled up, dragging his injured leg. Mika could tell from his stance that his centre of gravity was off. A pale, trembling hand reached for a discarded backpack that Mika hadn’t noticed. He was about to call him back, tell him he needed to look at the wound, when the boy’s balance gave out. Mika grabbed him, half-expecting a snap or a snarl, but the boy seemed to be beyond that. Glassy eyes stared uncomprehendingly under heavy lids as Mika lowered him to the ground.

“Great,” Mika muttered. Without a deadweight, the cabin was a half-hour away. He did not like to think about how much more difficult the journey would be if he had to drag the boy along narrow trails and treacherously steep slopes. He’d done it before with deer carcasses, and the multiple trips always left him exhausted. Slicing the boy into manageable parts would not be an option here.

“We’ll get that leg seen to,” he promised, hauling the weakly stirring shape over his shoulder.

The boy dug his nails into Mika’s back, a rebellion that reminded Mika just what he was signing himself up for.

Part 2

[bottoms-movie]

SAMBUCKY FIC RECS PT. 2

The first part did really really so I decided to make a second part of sambucky fic recs. Just as the last one: the fics are split into three categories: based on tfatws, canon divergence, and au. CHECK OUT PART ONE HERE All fics are completed and all are on AO3. 

BASED ON TFATWS

The Truths Beneath Our Ribs | Mature | 6,742 words

5 times Bucky wears Sam's things +1 time Sam wears something of Bucky's

anything you can do, i’ll do you better | Explicit | 5,526 words

Steve is going to kill them if they don't learn to get along, but did they have to take it so far?

making amends | Explicit | 8,645 words

“Not Cap yet,” Sam said. He looked a little ruefully at his hands, which were covered in nicks and cuts. He could already feel his palms bruising from that last shield catch, but at least nothing was broken this time.

“I respect that,” Bucky said slowly. Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn’t respond. Bucky flexed and unflexed the vibranium fingers of his left hand, a nervous habit that Sam had clocked ages ago. “And you’re right.”

“Thanks, I know.” Sam waited a beat. “About what?”

Muscle Memory | 3 parts | Explicit | 13,156 words part 1: Muscle Memory | Teen | 1,766 words

Barnes sighs, and it’s a deep, soul-weary thing. “Maybe no one ever told you this, but I’m telling you right now. You don’t have any obligation to care about me because Steve did. You don’t have to pretend.”

Sam blinks, taken aback. He has to think, really think, about what he says next, because it’s - it’s either going to build or break something.

You’re My World | Explicit | 6,585 words

“I… oh, I get it now.” Sam tilted his head, perceptive as ever, goddammit. “All this flirting with my sister, that was just to get my attention, wasn’t it? I know it was. Say it.”

“That wasn’t—” Bucky croaked, but Sam wasn’t having it.

He huffed a low laugh, and bulldozed right through Bucky’s feeble pretense. “You like it when I pin you against the wall? Take away all that power you have, that strength that your arm gives you? Make you feel small, maybe?”

Call Me By Your (Pet) Name | Teen | 6,928 words

“You got a list of the nicknames available to us lesser mortals?” Sam continued, staring straight ahead at the seat in front of him. “The ‘you’re not Steve Rogers, so don’t even think about it’ collection?”

“Yeah, sure, there’s a list,” Bucky replied, pausing long enough to draw a pointed look from Sam. “Bucky,” he finished, gesturing broadly with his arm to convey the obviousness of the answer.

5 times Sam and Bucky used pet names as a joke + 1 time they used them in earnest

That’s not very gunkle of you | 2 parts | 4,325 words part 1: Bestie Vibes Only | Teen | 1,822 words

“What’s buzzin’ cousin?” Says Bucky, sitting down next to Sam on the docks.

That’s the moment that Sam realizes he needs to change tactics, no more subtly looking up definitions for his weird old person slang, it’s time to fight fire with fire.

“Not much bro, this view is highkey just hitting different TBH” he says, casually looking out at the water.

There’s a beat of silence and then,

“That’s swell doll, I just ate some four-o cackle jelly with side arms, and I’m looking for some kicks, you dig?

Oh, this means war.

misunderstandings | Not Rated | 3,167 words

Sam thinks Sarah and Bucky had a date, and he's Not Okay

you walked into my life to offer me a better view | Teen | 2,534 words

He was standing twenty feet away at the edge of the docks, chatting with Sarah, and Sam couldn't take his eyes away. Bucky's smile was warm, wide, and when he tipped his head back and laughed, his nose scrunching up and eyes crinkling at the corners, Sam could feel it vibrate straight to his heart.

falling, falling, flying | Teen | 2,778 words

Bucky had kissed him.

And Sam had pulled away, because that beautiful golden sunset made Bucky’s hair gleam with the faintest touch of blond, that rare summer breeze hissed like a dying missile past Sam’s ears, the kiss was so familiar, too familiar, and Sam was falling, falling—

(“Let yourself be happy, Sam. Please.”)

lonely boy, you are my world (and i could be anything you need) | Teen | 5,747 words

It all starts with Sam, a shelter, and this sweet kitten that reminded him far too much of a certain century-old, grouchy super soldier.

too dangerous to fall | Explicit | 3,466 words

Bucky Barnes is a one-armed menace. He has murder eyes and no care for basic safety protocols. His jokes are terrible and his bad moods are worse. He’s a godawful roommate who leaves his wet towels on the floor and his combat knives in the linen cabinet. Sam can’t stand the sight of him.

What happens in Louisiana | General | 3,478 words

But just then, in the engine room of the Wilson family boat, away from prying eyes, it felt like something they both needed. The closeness. The warmth.

Steve would laugh at them. Two grown men not being able to get it together. He would roll his eyes at Buck, nudge him with his elbow and tell him “you’re sweet on Sam Wilson so make a move already, punk.”

keep the ashes from my heart (and walk away) | Explicit | 4,412 words

“Jamie asked me out on a date,” Sam says. Bucky swallows. “Took him long enough,” he says, keeping his tone light. He bumps their shoulders together for good measure. “You should go for it.” “You really think so?” Sam asks, looking at him. “Yeah, man,” Bucky says. He fixes his gaze on Torres, high up in the sky, sunlight glinting off his wings. It hurts Bucky’s eyes. He blinks, rapidly. “You should be with somebody who can make you happy.”

(In which Sam starts dating someone who is not Bucky, and Bucky pines, gets seriously injured, and proves himself wrong.)

Hey Samuel | Teen | 3,223 words

"Bucky."

"Yeah?" He looked up eyes wide. Did he say something out loud?

"We're walking the wrong way."

"Oh." Right. Um. "Let's get ice cream."

"I don't know about you, man, but if I eat ice cream in this weather I will get sick."

Bucky was at a loss for words. What now?

OR Ride along Bucky's journey of figuring out when exactly did he fall for Sam Wilson.

Anyday, everyday | General | 6,735 words

He moved his head and locked eyes with Sam. "D'you- can you.. help me cut my hair?" He asked. He forced himself to look away, feeling embarrassed for asking him to come all this way just to give him a haircut.

His stomach dropped when he felt Sam let go of his hand to stand up. Of course he was about to leave. Who wouldn't want to leave Bucky?

"C'mon, Buck. Let me cut your hair." Bucky's eyes snapped up to Sam's. He had a small smile on his face and his hand was reaching out, waiting for Bucky to take it.

Or; the five times Bucky fell more and more in love with Sam, and the one time he finally got the guts to tell him.

If You’ll Have Me | Teen | 4,779 words

Sam casually shrugged, although there was an intent look in his eyes, "Yeah, well it's getting late and I didn't feel like flying anymore so I was wondering if your old man self is okay with-"

"You can stay here." Bucky quickly finished for him.

I like Bucky, Sam I am | Not Rated | 2,653 words

"I would kiss you on the boat. Or in Wakanda by your goats."

Static in the Dark | Teen | 4,989 words

So prompt idea, some bad guy follows Bucky to the docks for revenge (over whatever you can decide) and Sarah gets to see how protective Bucky really is over Sam when he gets in the line of fire

CANON DIVERGENCE

A Different Kind of Problem | Explicit | 7,616 words

“Do you know what it feels like to be insatiable?”

Two months ago, an interrogation gone wrong left Sam with Bucky’s explicit words seared into his brain and body.

Now, Bucky is living in the Avengers Compound, making pancakes and wearing Steve’s huge sweatshirts, fluffy haired and a little shy, seemingly completely content to be on house arrest — and Sam has never been more confused. Whatever Steve thinks, Sam doesn’t have a problem with Bucky. This domesticity is just so at odds with the feral sexuality Bucky had used to rattle Sam during his interrogation. Where did that side of Bucky go? And why can’t Sam stop thinking about finding it? Maybe Sam does have a problem with Bucky… it’s just not the problem Steve thinks it is.

Bucky’s Choice | Not Rated | 4,753 words

When Bucky enters Westview to try to help Wanda Maximoff, he is confronted with something he never expected- Steve Rogers, back from the dead and ready to start a life with Bucky in Westview. It's everything that Bucky ever wanted, everything that Steve abandoned when he went back in time to live his life with Peggy Carter. But Bucky and Sam have been involved for months, and Sam is waiting for Bucky outside of the Hex. Bucky has to make a choice- the life he always wanted with Steve, or a new start with Sam?

tonight i’ll need you to stay | General | 2,227 words

For once, Bucky wants to stop leaving when things are finally looking up. And he wants people to stay with him, too.

(or, 3 times bucky needed an excuse to stay with sam, and the one time he didn't)

How to Win a Supersoldier in Ten Days | Explicit | 14,901 words

When they realize that all the Winter Soldier's interactions with Sam are just him trying to Awkward MurderBot Flirt (TM) with the sexy man, Steve, Tony, and Nat convince Sam to play the honeypot and bring Bucky in.

Sam's pretty sure the honeypot isn't supposed to fall in love with the target, but what can you do?

at the end of the war (what’s mine is yours) | Mature | 4,290 words

They don't talk about it: that's how it works.

warm blood (feels good, i can’t control it anymore) | Explicit | 4,492 words

Sam's just chilling watching TV one evening when Bucky comes in and stares at him silently for a minute or two before sitting down on the couch. He's pretty close to Sam.

Okay, he's really close to Sam. Like, Sam would be using the word 'cuddling' if it wasn't so bizarre.

"What," he says, carefully not looking at Bucky, and Bucky huffs a sigh.

"Steve's not here," he says as if it's obvious. "Don't make it weird. Just- shut up."

Caught With Their Pants Down | Explicit | 3,539 words

“Sam, this guy is not coming, the intel was false,” Bucky replied. “I get this whole ticking boxes and what not, but Rogers got it wrong, and for the love of God I need a fucking toilet.”

“You need to learn to plan your water intake better, is what you need. You’re a damn fool and I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because you love me,” Bucky replied, and Sam could hear the smile in his voice.

“In your damn dreams, Barnes.”

They’d been fucking for about six months, but Sam didn’t want Bucky to go getting a big head about it.

AU

sharp teeth, soft heart | 3 parts | 17,866 words part 1: you touch me within and so i (know i could be human once again) | Explicit | 12,444 words 

It’s inevitable, the way it goes. He’s my friend, Steve says, and he is, he is, he must be. Sam’s best friend is Steve, and Steve’s best friend is a werewolf, that’s just how Sam’s life works now.

But once he realizes he’s attracted to Bucky and Bucky can tell, everything becomes, like, a thousand percent more difficult to negotiate. Sam’s just trying to live his life, that’s all, and he keeps getting confronted by Bucky Barnes in a soft flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair all soft and shiny. Bucky glances over at him and smirks, and this is really very embarrassing, how Sam can’t hide his attraction even if he keeps a totally straight face.

I’m so into you I can barely breathe | Explicit | 6,515 words

Sam Wilson had a long day dealing with morons, so he decided to finally go to the famous club in town. There he meets someone who just might get him back in a good mood. And then some.

twelve ounce steak (boxers in briefs) | Explicit | 3,753 words

Sam has pretty lips. Bucky seems to think so, too.

caught it bad (i’ll be on the way) | Mature | 4,830 words

Sam constantly gets roped into doing dumb things with Steve, but this time, it works out perfectly for him.

meet me in the a.m. | Teen | 3,147 words

Steve accidently starts a fire and Bucky's tired. When unbelievably hot firefighter Sam saves the day, though, he can't really be that mad.

i wanna savour, save it for later | Not Rated | 6,419 words

"It's his damn ratings, man," Sam says. "It's weird 'cause when you read the reviews, he seems to like our food and all. Nothing but praise for days. And then you get to the rating, and it's always the same. Three goddamn stars."

Bucky tips his beer bottle from side to side, lips pursing slightly. "I see. And that's… a bad thing?"

"We are not a three-star joint," Sam says flatly.

Or, the one where food truck owner Sam gets caught up in his quest to unmask an anonymous food blogger. Falling for one of his regulars was never on the menu.

we were a fire with no smoke | Explicit | 15,295 words

Sam can’t help but roll his eyes. Take the boys out of New York but they’re still Brooklyn Catholics, that’s clear enough. Bucky catches the gesture, smirks hard enough Sam can see his eye teeth. It should be dangerous but he’s beautiful, pale and charming and recklessly easy.

“You wanna come in?” Sam asks, ignoring the noise Steve makes, and Bucky’s smile gets wider.

“Yeah,” he says. Steps up close to Sam. “I do.”

my house of stone, your ivy grows | Teen | 9,042 words

When Sam Wilson inherits the manor of the old man he once took care of, it feels like his luck is finally looking up. It's an opportunity for a fresh start, something he's in desperate need of. When he arrives, however, it becomes clear that an easy transition into estate living is not exactly a possibility. The house is run-down, nothing like Sam remembers it, and the groundskeeper — who Sam apparently has to share the house with, wants nothing to do with him.

You Smiled Because You Knew | Teen | 3,754 words

"You've got the wrong address," the man who'd answered growled. He had long, scraggly hair that had mostly escaped his attempts to pull it away from his face. He had nice eyes, and wouldn't have been unattractive, especially with a shave, except for the scowl. "Nobody here wants or needs your . . . services."

It was apparent by the tone the man did not appreciate Sam's hard work.

Well, that was tough shit.