#literally imagine being there i would so seriously just sit there with my jaw on the floor. okay guy we’ll go with the first take.

[acebytaemin]

imagine being 18 years old and rocking up to the recording studio with your snapback and fratboy tank top on to deliver THIS.

[thelov3lybookworm]

omg can we please get some more delulu reader x delulu azriel where the whole ic thinks they’re crazy and would absolutely not be s good pair, but they’re delusional and think they’re obsessed w eachother

” look at him just staring at me, it’s so obvious he wants me it makes him look stupid ”

” babes he’s literally glaring at you as if he’s planning to murder you ”

” she just cannot look away can she? god I know she’ll be my girl by the end of tonight ”

” um hello??? she’s literally talking shut about you, I heard her a minute ago?????”

and they walk up to eachother looking like they’ll fight but then they kiss to everyones surprise and leave them all with their jaw dropped. bext morning they see az and reader having breakfast together, and they’re nice to eachother

” alright tell me again how you fell in love with me azzie”

” okay, so it was when you first punched me. I really felt the connection there ( no pun intended )😍😍 “

” ohhh mother above i knew it!!! for me it was when you almost choked me to death w your shadows, true love fr😍😍”

everyone at the table:😟😟😟😟😟😟

Delulu!azzie x delulu!reader (Part 2?)

Summary: The inner circle feels like... they are going insane.

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A/n: hehe i really got nothing to say but i love this looooolll 😂

alsooo... i think this could be read as a part 2 to the previous lil thing i wrote for this prompt, so I'll just link it here if any of you wanted to read it 😉

enjoy, babes 😉

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Mor's pov.

Mor was seriously concerned for her friend, and it was not something that happened often.

Her friends were usually more sensible than this, and usually didn't call one of the most powerful male in the whole of prythian an ugly bastard and then always walk around nagging them.

But currently, Mor's best friend was glaring daggers at the Spymaster of the night court from across the dance floor, and Mor had never been more scared at the glare on the shadowsinger's face.

It wouldn't have mattered that much if Y/n and Azriel simply hated each other. But the fact that Y/n was so delusional over him and thought that the glares he sent her every waking moment of his day were because he was in love with her, didn't sit right with Mor.

Mor had tried to point it out multiple times to the winter court female, but the female either never paid attention, or she didn't care.

And now, as Mor and Y/n sat in the bar with drinks in their hands, the latter glaring all the way across the dance floor to the booth where the Spymaster was sat with the rest of the inner circle, Mor watched on.

A moment later, Y/n scoffed, turning to Mor.

"Look at him just staring at me, it’s so obvious he wants me. It makes him look stupid."

Mor's jaw was practically on the ground, and she spluttered out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Y/n, he’s literally glaring at you as if he’s planning to murder you." She whisper yelled, incredulous. But Y/n had turned away already, caught again in a staring-and-glaring-holes-in-the-other-person's-skull match with Azriel.

Mor sighed, swirling her drink in her glass before taking a long sip from it.

Even if Mor pretended that the two were really in love, she simply could not imagine them being a great couple. Not saying that she didn't want the two to be happy, but watching the pair constantly be at each other's throat gave her no hope that they could ever be in a loving relationship.

If they could simply sort out their problems with each other, then maybe there was a chance. But if not, Mor was sure she'd find one of their heads lying in the hallways of their home if they ever got together.

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Cassian's pov.

If someone told the Lord of Bloodshed that he'd be scared shitless of his own brother a few months ago, he would have laughed.

But here he was, coiled tight like a spring, ready to jump into action if his brother decided to kill the winter court female right in the middle of the dancing and drinking bodies that filled Rita's.

It was absurd. Ridiculous, really, how much hatred radiated off of Azriel as he sat there, practically breathing flames as he stared at across the dance floor.

To get a reprieve from the constant tension in his shoulders, Cassian stood, stretching before making his way towards the bar, near where Mor was sat with her friend.

"He is such a loser. I swear I've never seen such a big loser in my life. Ever." Cassian overheard Y/n say, and he had to physically stop himself from laughing.

"Y/n-"

Mor began, but Y/n beat her to it.

"He's also such a jerk. Bet he never gets any females because of that shit attitude."

Cassian decided it was enough overhearing for the day and walked back to where Azriel sat, the rest of the inner circle having slowly dispersed.

Cassian handed a glass to Azriel, who never took his eyes off the female that now stood from the stool she was sitting on with Mor, now making her way towards the dance floor.

The general watched as his brother knocked back the drink, slamming the empty glass on the table in front of him.

"She just cannot look away, can she? God, I know she’ll be my girl by the end of tonight."

Cassian very nearly spat out his drink, coughing loudly as he stared at the Spymaster, who glanced at him, unamused.

"Are you okay brother?" Azriel didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the dancing female, her gaze fixed on him. "Hello? Are you listening? She was literally talking shit about you, I heard her, like, a minute ago?"

Cassian was not proud enough to believe he was he smartest of people, and he would admit that he did sometimes get confused over things that needed using his brain. But he would like to blame his dumbness on his brain being closely guarded by his thick skull.

But the things he did not understand? Those things were actually supposed to make sense.

But this? Azriel's weird delusion about how the female from the winter court was obsessed with him? This was not something that was supposed to make sense, and it would leave even the smartest person in Prythian scratching their heads.

But Azriel either didn't hear Cassian, or didn't care, because in the next moment, he stood, ignoring his brother as he made his way onto the dance floor, his steps sure and cocky.

Cassian watched in growing nervousness, then horror and shock, as Azriel stalked up to Y/n, as she stared at him, her eyes sharp.

Cassian watched, as his brother took the face of the winter court female's face in his hands, and promptly slammed his lips onto hers.

Cassian's eyes widened, his jaw unhinging from his face and dropping to the ground. A quick glance to the kissing pair's right told him he was not the only one who was experiencing this onslaught of emotional cocktail.

Mor stared back at Cassian, her eyes as big as Nyx's fists, her mouth opening and closing like a fish's.

The scene was comical, though it didn't erase the shock coursing through Cassian's veins. And all that he could think about was...

What the fuck?

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"Was I dreaming or did last night really happen?"

Most of the inner circle was seated around the dining table in the house of wind, holding their cup of their preferred beverages or eating their breakfast.

They all glanced up at Cassian as he spoke, but before anyone could reply, in walked Y/n and Azriel.

The sight of the two of them clinging to each other was as jarring as the night before, when the two of them had been filled with lust and clung to each other, kissing until Az winnowed the two of them away.

Well- Cassian thought, that is one way to answer my question.

The two ignored everyone else, as if not aware of their surroundings as they settled down next to each other, one of Y/n's hands clinging tightly around Azriel's bicep as he used the other to pile food onto a plate.

Azriel picked his fork, scooping up some scrambled eggs, holding it up for Y/n, who smiled and opened her mouth for him. He slipped the spoon inside, then took a bite himself.

The inner circle watched in shock, all thought eddying out of their brains as they watched the loving exchange.

"Alright tell me again how you fell in love with me Azzie." Y/n mumbled, laying her head on his shoulder after she finished chewing, hearts in her eyes as she stared at the spymaster.

Azriel seemed to think for a moment, then he smiled down at her as he held up his fork to her mouth again. "Okay, so it was when you first punched me. I really felt the connection there."

Y/n made a face that screamed aww. "So the first time we met?" Azriel nodded, nudging her to open her mouth. "Oh mother above, I knew it! For me it was when you almost choked me to death with your shadows." She sighed dreamily as she watched him take a bite of the food, completely oblivious to the turmoil the inner circle was going through.

Mor rushed to stand, mumbling something about having an important meeting as she hurried away. Rhys and Feyre stood too, saying they needed to check up on Nyx. And before Cassian could point out that Feyre was literally holding the babe, they walked away.

Left alone with the swooning couple, Cassian made eye contact with Nesta, who gagged silently at the love in the air, then inclined her head towards the stairs.

Cassian was all too happy to get out of there, as the moment him and his mate were out of sight, the sounds of clothes hitting the floor sounded, along with declarations of love.

And, honestly, Cassian was not one to judge people or be disgusted by other's love life, but he couldn't help but sympathise with Nesta when she gagged again.

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Azriel Taglist: @darthdumbasss @foreverrandomwritings

General Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392

[arminsumi]

Hello, Jay! Can I request prompt 13 with Eren? I can literally imagine bringing him to my hometown (Lublin, Poland) and complaining how awful this city is 😂 Honestly I think this is one of ugliest cities of my country but actually it's pretty charming when you accept this ugliness as a part of it? Anyways I have hope Eren would react to it more positivly hehe. And sorry for my english, it's not my first language 😅

Aw! Well, I researched a little bit on Lublin and it looks very charming to me (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ I think Eren would love to visit!

P.s. Don't worry, your English is excellent!

Loving Lublin

Prompt 13 / Eren

"They visit your hometown"

Eren explores your hometown with big eyes, keeping your hand in his the whole way through.

Cws; FLUFF, established relationship (dating)

Notes; gn!reader

♫ Strange Things Will Happen

You catch a whiff of an enticing aroma coming from a restaurant.

"Why don't we get something to eat?" Eren suggests.

"Ah, you smell that too, huh?" You smile at him, he nods, "Okay, let's go."

His hand is warm and soft, keeping yours in its gentle grip while the two of you walk down the street.

Eren seems to be marveling at his environment in wonder, but you're not sure why. In your eyes, nothing is remarkable about your hometown, so why does your boyfriend have the look of a child in awe?

You and Eren keep your senses peeled until you find the source of the enticing aroma. The day is bright and the sky above you is a saturated blue filled with puffs of drifting white clouds.

The clatter of the restaurant fills your ears as you head inside with Eren. A few moments later, you're sitting in a cozy corner with a piping dish in front of your hungry eyes.

"These are gonna be the only thing I want to eat from now on." Eren sighs, leaning back dramatically after taking another bite.

You laugh, "Seriously? They're just pierogis... nothing too great."

"Are you kidding! I'm addicted to them now..." He pauses his jaw movements, smirks at you, and adds, "Of course, not more addicted than I am to you."

"Shut up!" You giggle.

Eren feels a wave of smugness and affection come over him. Under the warm restaurant lighting, you look utterly enchanting to him.

At the end of the day, you find yourself sloppily dancing down the streets of Lublin back to your home with Eren. He's being the biggest goof, singing loudly and off-pitch, twirling you in and out of his arms.

Your smile makes him realize that life can't get better than this; he's got the most beautiful lover from the most beautiful place, and that contents him.

When I searched up "what is Poland known for", it said pierogis. I hope that's accurate (/▿＼ )

[rafesbbyy]

Jungkook - Kitty Thief

Pairing - Neighbor Jungkook x Hybrid Neighbor Fem!OC

Type - Oneshot 

Word count - 859 words

Warnings - Kind of Dark Jungkook, Neighbors to lovers, Tiny angst, Jungkook is mean, OC is cute, Crybaby!OC, shy Innocent OC, Hot pissed Jk, Dom!JK, Sub!OC, Short Oc, Daddy Jungkook, name calling (he calls her dumb and stupid but she likes it so dw), mentions of punishment, Non idol au!

Summary - Jeon Jungkook was a meticulous man with a specific love for hoodies. So imagine his shock and anger when he finds out that his cute little neighbor is stealing his hoodies. 

Note - This was supposed to be a cute fluffy one shot, but it somehow turned out smutty. I’ve literally been putting posting this off for so long because I wasn’t happy or proud with it. But I just decided ‘fuck it’ and now im posting it lol. Feedbacks are always, and I mean ALWAYS appreciated!! Guys seriously send in asks, comments, reblogs literally anything, I love them. Also, this may still have some mistakes, pls ignore that! But Enjoy!

Jeon Jungkook was a meticulous man with a specific love for hoodies. He had thousands of them, all stacked up in his closet. But lately, his hoodies have been missing. Jungkook swears he isn’t being paranoid when he says this: his hoodies are gone.

No longer are they hung – thrown – across his closet. No, he did not lend them to his non-existent girlfriend (as his friend Namjoon had so sweetly suggested), and he definitely did not throw them out.

At first, he thought he had misplaced them. That perhaps he forgot them in the dryer, or at one of his friends house. However, all his friends had denied this –Jungkook wasn’t the type to forget or misplace his hoodies – his friends had said.  

So where were they? They had simply…disappeared.

A few days ago, Jungkook had left his hoodie in the living room before slipping into bed, but the next morning it wasn’t there. Thus at 9 in the morning, Jungkook was so sure that his hoodies weren’t misplaced, they were being stolen. Someone had the audacity to steal his things and the thought alone made him clench his jaw and roll his tongue along his inner cheek.

The police wouldn’t take him seriously. Who would? One look at his apartment and background and they’d tell him he could easily buy more of them considering his wealth.

One peaceful evening while slurping ramen, he convinced himself, that he would catch the thief all by himself.

..........

Jungkook was pretending to sleep when the balcony door in his living room squeaked with footsteps padding on the creaky wooden floor. The thief wasn’t exactly trying to be quiet.

How had he never heard them before?

Jungkook crawled out of his room, making sure to hide behind the furniture as he spotted a figure hoping around the room. To his utter surprise, it was a woman. A woman so oddly familiar in a hoodie and a skimpy skirt.

“Ha! Caught you.” Jungkook grinned, pearly white teeth showing. “Come on, turn around, you filthy thief.” He watched with an evil satisfaction as the culprit froze, a hoodie clutched in their hands.

The person remained frozen, and he rolled his eyes.

“Who are you? Why do you keep stealing my –” He paused mid sentence. His jaw flapped open, his eyes widened as the person finally turned around.

There stood his neighbor, Yn, dressed in an awfully familiar black hoodie and a  skirt.

“Hi…?”, she said, giving him a panicked smile and shuffling backwards.

“What...”

Getting out of the shock, Jungkook stalked up to her and slammed her on the wall.  A surprised squeak left her lips at his harshness, but his attention was no longer on the hoodie still clutched in her hands, or the way she gawked at him.

No, he was busy staring at the furry ears sitting on the top her head.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled under his breath and squinted his eyes at her. “Jesus, are you a hybrid?”

At his question she nodded her head and looked down. Her ears drooped and her tail stilled. Was he going to tell her he hated her and that she was disgusting?

While hybrids were common, he wasn’t expecting her to be one. His pretty little neighbor, the one he’d greet every morning, the one he’d occasionally see in the laundry room picking up her clothes. The one who always wore pastel skirts and familiar hoodies (now he knows why they were so fucking familiar, she was the thief.) Hell, she was the one he had a creaking crush on.

But not only was she a hybrid but apparently also the thief stealing his hoodies.

“Yn? Why were you stealing my hoodies?”

she stuttered, eyes roaming everywhere but at him. “I uhm liked your scent, it comforted me and oh! Your hoodies were so soft!”. She finally looked up at him, but had to tilt her head to match his tall height.

Jungkook’s heart softened at the tiny tears in her eyes, but his gaze darkened.  He raised his eyebrow and her cheeks heated at the way he tutted mockingly.

“Oh? Stupid girl stole all my hoodies because she liked my smell? What would I wear then?”

She ignored the way her thighs clenched at his words and bit back a whimper. Jungkook, though, noticed everything and smirked.

she sniffed. “I am sorry! Please don’t be mad. I’ll return it I prom-” her incoherent rambling was cut of when Jungkook wrapped his hands around her bare throat, and squeezed.

“Dumb baby, if you liked my scent all you had to do was ask. Daddy would’ve let you cuddle with him, wear his shirts all the time”, he whispered, his hot breath tickling her face.

“D-Daddy?”, she whimpered as Jungkook pulled her closer by the throat. He rubbed her ears. “Bet you did dirty things in my hoodies, didn’t you?”  

He stroked her cheeks, before landing a soft slap to them. He watched the way she squirmed, rutting against his thighs.

“But you had to be a bad little thief, didn’t you? Now daddy has to punish you.”

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[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Hello! Could we have some headcanons for the gang cuddling with their s/o pls? :)

A/N: I see you Nonny, we could all use a little bit of cuddlin' <3 thanks for requesting

DARRY CURTIS

Darry isn’t really a big cuddler

He’s not the kind of guy who’s going to hang all over you, especially not in public

But when you’re sleeping, it’s a whole other story

He loves to spoon, he really likes being the big spoon!

He’ll cuddle with you though, if you’re upset/sick/injured

SODAPOP CURTIS

He. Is. A. Cuddle. Bug.

Loves giving cuddles, loves being cuddled

Will be both the big and little spoon!

He’ll cuddle you 24/7 honey!

Just ask him, he’s more than happy to get wrapped up with you

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ah! Cuddles! This boy’s in love!

Please, please, please, drape your weight over him and just stay there forever

He’s a little spoon, you can’t change my mind

Pony gets really clingy when he’s tired, hanging all over you and pressing kisses to whatever skin he can reach

Is probably one of the boys most likely to spend a whole day just cuddling with you

DALLAS WINSTON

You can cuddle up to him, he doesn’t really mind, but don’t expect him to cuddle back into you

If he does, he’s probably tired or just beyond the point of caring

Dally does like being cuddled though! He’s incredibly touch-starved

He’d rather just have physical contact with you though!

Hands intertwined, arms around shoulders, legs pressed together when you’re sitting down

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny actually just likes being physically close to other people

So if you’re into cuddling? That’s wonderful!

He loves having you curled against his side, head lying on his chest

Thinks you’re the most beautiful thing ever when you’re doing that

He takes cuddle time as an opportunity to just admire you

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Giggly cuddles. Need I say more?

He loves cuddling with you, really, he does, but it often leads to tickle fights we’re both of you are laughing too hard, neither of you can’t breath

He’s definitely a physical person, there’s no denying that, and he just loves holding onto you

With Two-Bit, there’s really no big or little spoon

It’s more of a mix-up of limbs and you guys are tangled together, content in each other’s personal space

STEVE RANDLE

Another big cuddler!

Steve likes being the big spoon, likes wrapping himself around you

He’s gets really cuddly when he’s tired, likes to lay his head on top of yours

He’s also the kind of guy who will just rest his chin on your shoulder and just kinda sit there for a bit

I feel like he’s always really warm too, like a walking radiator, it’s great for the colder months

TIM SHEPARD

Just imagine him tugging you closer and nudging your head under his chin with his jaw

Ugh, my heart, I would literally die

Tim’s not the kind of guy to cuddle you in front of everyone else, he’s got a reputation doll, gotta keep up the reputation

But behind closed doors? Around people he trusts?

Loves pressing up against you and just keeping you tight against him, is such a fan of cuddling with you

CURLY SHEPARD

Curly! Loves! Cuddles!

Loves them!

He doesn’t really have all the reputation his brother needs to keep up so he’s quicker to hang onto you in public

He’ll just sort of yank you towards him and tuck you into his side, dropping a kiss to your temple

Is such a little spoon, seriously, little spoon

[foreverindreamlandd]

Beach Day

Pairing: College!Bucky AU x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: The first line I wrote for this one was this: 

“Bucky sighs, then leans down to rest his hands on the arms of your chair and you look back up at him as he hovers over you with a smile on his face that makes your toes curl.’Y/n/n, you have five seconds to get out of that dress and into the water before I pick you up and toss you in, fully clothed.’” ;)

Beach days are always uncomfortable for you, especially when you decide to show off your new two-piece bathing suit in front of your friends. Your best friend and secret crush Bucky Barnes seems to like it more than you would have thought…

WC: 4.3k

Note: Fluff, a little bit of angst and self depreciation from the reader. Negative thoughts on body image. I know a lot of people said they liked how I wrote a love story with a plus size character in my To Be Wanted series and I tried to keep that honesty in this piece as well. It’s mostly just therapeutic for me and I hope it also helps some of you. Please be kind to yourself when reading. <3 

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“We should take a photo and send it to the casting directors of the new Baywatch movie or something. We’re missing out on millions letting this specimen go to waste.”

You lower your book and glance over at Natasha, then follow her eye line to the ‘specimen’ in question. Your best friend and descendant of Greek gods Bucky Barnes. 

It really isn’t fair how beautiful this man is. A six-foot body cut from marble, long locks of chestnut hair tucked behind his ears, eyes that matched the ocean he was currently diving into. 

What kills you the most is his smile, the most joyous and sexy smile you’ve ever seen in your life. 

Seeing him running around in just a swimsuit, tackling your friends in the water in a way that gives you a perfect view of the flexing muscles in his upper body, wet hair whipping around his face makes you glad that you’re sitting down in your beach chair. The free show you were getting has you so weak in the knees that you’re convinced if you tried to stand your legs would immediately give out. 

But, as always, you play it cool, feigning indifference toward your hot best friend. 

“Please,��� you respond. “Imagine how cocky he’d get with an even larger swath of men and women drooling over him.”

It was pointless to show any genuine interest in him. To share with anyone -- even your closest friends -- that you had been in love with him since freshman year of college. He’s perfection incarnate and you’re….well….

Let’s just say that unlike your hot red-headed friend Nat, bikinis were nowhere to be found in your beach wardrobe. 

Sure, all bodies were bikini bodies (theoretically), but you were seriously lacking the confidence to show off your curves and your stomach for the world to see. In fact, the idea of taking off your floral sundress to reveal your high waisted two piece suit that left a sliver of your midsection uncovered fills you with dread. You were still getting used to the whole “body positive movement” and the thought of even a part of yourself being exposed seems like too much. 

Especially in front of Bucky.

Nat laughs. “That’s true. But hey, maybe then we’d at least find someone for him. I still can’t believe he’s been single for years. He could literally have anyone he wanted.”

You fight back a grimace and nod. It was true. Not only was Bucky jaw-droppingly gorgeous, he even had a personality that was somehow more attractive than his appearance. He was smart, funny, and charming as all hell. He was also the nicest guy you had ever met, always lending a helping hand to those in need, sticking up for others if they got picked on or bullied, stepping in at the bar whenever he saw a girl getting uncomfortable by a guy getting too handsy. 

It had always surprised you that in the three years you had known him, you had never seen Bucky express interest in anyone. Even at parties, when men and women were falling on top of him trying to hook up with the gorgeous, irritatingly unattainable Bucky Barnes, he would politely ease them off him and act as if he wasn’t surrounded by such beautiful people.

Instead of going back to his dorm room with a new hookup every night like everyone else, he would end up in yours. To watch movies, play games, or just joke about the shenanigans that had ensued that evening.

That was how it had always been since you met the first month of freshman year. You still remember it like it was yesterday.

It was a Saturday night, and your floor mates had gone out to a frat party. You decided to stay in that evening after the previous weekend when your friends were out wearing mini skirts and crop tops and you tried to look your best but you still saw the way the frat brothers eyed you and avoided you and tried getting you out of the way so they could stand next to your friends and-

Well, let’s just say you decided to have an evening off to yourself in the comfort of your room with a carton of Ben & Jerry’s and that night’s throwback movie.

“Is that The Iron Giant?” you heard a gravelly voice ask from the hallway.

You turned to the doorway and almost dropped your chocolate-covered spoon onto your new bedding. You had seen Bucky Barnes from afar since moving in, always letting your gaze linger a few seconds too long before finally looking away, trying to absorb as much of his beauty as possible.

Now, here he was, leaning on the door frame to your room in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, hair tied back in a bun, eyes glued to your TV. It was customary for the freshman on your floor to leave the door open if you were just chilling and welcoming visitors to join in on whatever you were doing. No one had a solid friend group yet, so you tried whatever you could to meet people. 

Still, you were surprised that someone was around on a Saturday night, especially Bucky.

Bucky looked at you after not getting a response, eyebrows raised. 

You came back to your senses and nodded. “I have a list of my favorite childhood movies to rewatch. You know, trying to cling to my youth and all that.”

Bucky chuckled, and it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard in your damn life. “You know, some might say that we still are ‘youths.’” He said the last part while making air quotes with his fingers.

You rolled your eyes. “Speak for yourself, pal. I’m literally in bed at 9pm on a Saturday. Might as well start calling me Granny.”

“Well, I’m staying in tonight, too. Does that mean I’m an old man?”

“Yep. Sorry to break the news to ya, Gramps.”

Bucky laughed again. “Bucky works, too.”

You smiled and gave him a small wave. “I’m Y/n.”

He waved back. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“Likewise, Bucky.”

Bucky gave you a small smile, then took a tentative step inside your room. “So….does this movie night only allow admission for one person at a time or would it be okay for a fellow senior citizen to crash?”

“That depends, do you have your A.A.R.P. card on you to prove you’re of age?”

Bucky jokingly patted around the pockets of his sweatpants. “Looks like I forgot it at home. But I could buy us pizza to make up for it?”

You smiled. “Pull up a chair, Buck.”

After that, the two of you became inseparable. You went everywhere together, to the dining commons for almost every meal, football games, theater shows, and had weekly movie nights. And even as your friend group grew to include Nat, Steve, and Sam, everyone still knew you as a pair. Always Bucky and Y/n. Wherever one went, the other would follow.

Just as friends, though. You knew there was no way Bucky would be interested in a girl like you when everyone else was so willing to offer themselves up to him. Instead of just being another person who made him uncomfortable by always flirting with him, you actively treated him like a buddy. Purely platonic. You never sat on the same bed together, never slept over, and hardly touched one another except for the occasional hug during special occasions. Bucky didn’t seem to have a problem with the boundary and you needed it for yourself so that you wouldn’t catch feelings for your best friend.

Too bad that second part didn’t actually work out too well for you.

And now here you were on the annual trip to Natasha’s beach house on the Cape that happened one week in the Summer since freshman year along with Bucky, Sam, and Steve. It became a tradition for your group, a nice mini reunion during the four months off from school to see one another and catch up. Though you loved seeing everyone, going to the beach was the least favorite part of the trip for, well, reasons…

At least the view was nice.

Said view was now looking over at you and running out of the water and in your direction.

“God, he even runs in slow motion, sometimes,” Nat mutters.

Bucky stops right in front of you, wiping his hair out of his face. Though your eyes are covered by your sunglasses, you still do your best to keep your gaze focused on his face and not his abs which are just out of arm's reach.

 “Ladies,” Bucky starts, “we’ve been here for two hours and you still haven’t gone into the water. What gives?”

You shrug. “Still waiting to warm up. I feel a bit of a breeze and don’t want to freeze to death.”

Nat glares at you. “There is literally a bead of sweat trickling down your forehead, Y/n.”

You glare back at her and try to nonchalantly wipe the sweat away as Bucky chuckles.

“I was just about to head in, now that you mention it,” Nat says, getting out of her seat and taking her shorts off. “If anyone throws seaweed at me, though, I’m banning you from the beach house forever.”

Bucky gives Nat a serious look and salutes her. “On my honor, nothing of the kelp variety shall get within five feet of you.”

She rolls her eyes, then heads down the beach toward the water. “Good luck getting that one out here, Bucky,” she calls from over her shoulder.

Bucky’s eyes make their way back to you. “Well? You coming in or what, Granny?”

You laugh at the pet name you accidentally gave yourself so long ago and lift your book up to him. “Can’t, Gramps. The story’s getting too good.” You place the book back down on your lap and pretend to continue reading, unable to actually do so under Bucky’s watchful eye.

Bucky sighs, then leans down to rest his hands on the arms of your chair and you look back up at him as he hovers over you with a smile on his face that makes your toes curl.

“Y/n/n, you have five seconds to get out of that dress and into the water before I pick you up and toss you in, fully clothed.” 

The man was close enough that you could smell the mixture of saltwater and sunblock on his skin. How the hell did he make U.V. protection smell so sexy?  

You gulp, slowly closing your book without breaking eye contact with him. “Right behind you, Buck.” 

His smile widens and he gives you a quick wink before heading back to the water. 

You give yourself one minute to try to get all of the panic out of your system before finally standing up. You turn so that your back is to Bucky and the rest of the group and then gingerly lift your dress over your head. You slowly place it in your bag, attempting to prolong the inevitable as long as possible. 

The instant you feel sun touching the exposed part of your stomach you feel the urge to throw your dress back on and run to the house and hide there for the rest of your stay. Instead, you let out a small sigh, and turn to the group. 

They seem to pay you no mind, too busy tossing a football around and splashing each other. The only one to notice your trek over to the water is, of course, Bucky, who shoots you a boyish grin and waves you over. 

Seeing his excitement at your approach immediately fills you with ease and you return his smile. The water is beyond refreshing in the stinging heat, and you quickly run over to join the group. You wish that they were a little farther out in the deep end so that you could cover more of your body. Right now the water only hits your hips. 

Bucky’s eyes look you up and down. “New suit?”

You nod, looking down at your hand running through to water to avoid his inevitable judgment. “Wanted to try something different. Plus, it was on sale,” you respond. 

Bucky grins. “I’m liking different. It looks great on you.” 

“Buckyyyy,” you grumble, uncomfortable by the compliment. You fight the instinct to cover your stomach with your hands and instead splash Bucky. 

Bucky scoffs at the sudden attack and his grin turns totally mischievous.

“So it’s like that? Fine.” And he lunges at you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you underwater with him, muffling your squeal. His free hand grazes over your exposed midsection and you swear there are literal butterflies flying around in your stomach. You’re not entirely sure if the feeling is caused from excitement of the intimate touch from Bucky, or of horror from it.

Oh god, he must be disgusted by this.

To your surprise, though, Bucky’s hand doesn’t immediately flinch away from the direct contact with your skin. Instead, you feel it slowly slide along one side of your stomach to the other. It makes you dizzy. It makes you yearn for more of his touch.

The two of you break the surface and gasp for air. You’re too distracted by the unexpected contact to feel the bite of the cold water.

Bucky’s arm is still wrapped around you as he continues to give you that wonderful boyish grin. “How’s that for refreshing?”

Your eyes narrow. “You little…” you tackle him, arms wrapping around his neck as you push him back underwater with you. You take this opportunity to wriggle out of his grasp to try and run away, only to have him jump back onto you to pull you under once more.

The two of you continue this childish wrestling match, both grinning and giggling the entire time. Too distracted by one another to hear Sam grumbling to Natasha and Steve.

“How much longer do we have to wait until we slap some sense into them?”

Steve chuckles. “Give them time. They’ll figure it out at some point.”

“I have a feeling it’ll happen pretty soon, gentlemen,” Nat says, crossing her arms.

Steve and Sam raise their eyebrows at her. “What do you know?”

“Nothing you wouldn’t know if you had more than one brain cell, Wilson.” Nat yelps as Sam picks up a giant piece of seaweed and proceeds to chase her through the water, threatening to toss it onto her hair.

The cries of your friend pulls you and Bucky back into the moment and you both turn to witness the chaos unfolding in front of you, laughing at how ridiculous it looks.

“Some adults just don’t know how to act their age,” Bucky murmurs jokingly.

“So childish. We really can’t take them anywhe-” You turn back to Bucky and your words die on your tongue as you realize you’re still in his arms. And his face is inches from yours. It’s the closest the two of you have ever been, and yet it still doesn’t feel like it’s close enough. 

Blue eyes pierce into yours and Bucky’s mouth opens ever so slightly. You become hyper aware of a piece of his hair sticking to his face and move to tuck it behind his ear. You swear you hear a gasp escape from him.

Holy shit, is he moving closer to you?

“I’m going to kill you Sam,” Nat screams, and the two of you jump, turning back to your friends to find the giant piece of kelp laid out on Natasha’s chest. You move out of Bucky’s arms, suddenly embarrassed. 

Of course he wasn’t leaning in to kiss you, Y/n. Quit dreaming.

“Sam,” you groan, “you’re gonna get us kicked out of the Cape house!”

Sam shoots you a childish grin. “Worth it.”

“Speak for yourself, dude!”

“Alright everyone, let’s stay calm,” Steve interjects. “It’s almost time to go out for dinner, so why don’t we let Nat….get cleaned up and we can head out?”

Nat groans, gingerly picking off the pieces of seaweed with a very dramatic look of disgust painted on her face.

The gang heads out of the water and packs up their stuff, then makes the short trek back to the house. 

Right when you get inside and everyone starts heading to their prospective rooms to shower and change, Bucky gently grabs your arm to turn you towards him.

“Hey,” he says, looking down at the ground and then back up at you. Was he….nervous? “I was wondering if you’d be willing to skip dinner and stay in? Maybe we could do a movie night?”

You furrow your brows. “Uh, sure? Should I ask everyone else if they want to join?”

Bucky shakes his head, his hands fidgeting in front of him. “Just us? If that’s okay?”

You nod. “Sure, Buck. I’d love that.”

Bucky smiles. “Great, I’ll meet you down here in 30?”

“See you then.”

He gives your arm a small squeeze before running up the stairs to his and Sam’s room, leaving you standing in the hallway by yourself.

What was that about?

----

Thirty minutes later, just after Steve, Sam, and Nat had left for the evening, you head down to the living room to find Bucky sitting in the middle of the couch. He had apparently put more thought into this than you had anticipated because on the table in front of him was a pizza, a bottle of wine and two glasses that had already been filled. He had even lit some candles and placed them throughout the room, creating a soft glow.

You raise your eyebrows at the display. “Dang, Buck. You went all out.”

He smiles. “There’s even Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge for later.”

You return his smile and place yourself on the couch, sitting right against the edge to give you and Bucky the space you were so used to having.

It might be the lack of lighting, but you swear you catch Bucky frowning for a second. 

“What?” you ask.

“Why do you always sit so far away from me? I just showered, Y/n/n, I promise I don’t smell that bad.” 

He definitely did not. Even from this distance the smell of pine from his shampoo was currently driving you mad.

“I don’t know,” you murmur sheepishly. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Bucky barks out a laugh at that. “Seriously? Come here, Granny.” He leans over to grab your waist and pulls you next to him, then lifts his arm up to rest over your shoulders.

You’re pretty sure the whole goddamn block can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

Bucky peers over at you. “This okay?” Speechless, you move your head up and down and he chuckles. “Alright, let’s start the movie. Want some wine?”

-----

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” you declare, “Phil Collins had no right going that hard on the Tarzan soundtrack.”

“It truly is a masterpiece,” Bucky agrees.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to listen to ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ without tearing up.”

“Well, we’ve watched it together at least five times and you have yet to prove that theory wrong,” Bucky says, lifting the remote and turning off the TV.

You giggle. “This was fun. Thanks for putting it together, Buck.” You poke him in the side.

Bucky grins at your touch and leans closer to you. “Anytime, Y/n. Movie nights with you are my favorite.”

Your eyes meet his and you smile. “Mine, too.”

Suddenly, the room becomes eerily quiet, and it’s just you and Bucky. Inches apart from one another like you were earlier at the beach. Blue eyes piercing yours, lips slightly parted.

And this time you’re sure that Bucky is moving in closer.

What?

His lips ghost over yours and you flinch, pulling back just a bit.

Bucky furrows his eyebrows, leaning back as well. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/n. I shouldn’t have assumed…” He rubs the back of his neck.

You shake your head, trying to fight back tears. “No, it’s okay. It’s probably just the wine. You didn’t mean to do that. Accidents happen.”

Bucky frowns. “What?”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you fold your arms over your stomach. “I mean, this is me, Buck. Why would anyone in their right mind want to kiss me?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Bucky sits up straight. He looks almost angry.

This time the tears do come and you bite your bottom lip. “Bucky, have you looked in the mirror, like, ever? You’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m just….” your voice breaks, “I’m just this gross blob of a person. You could have anyone you wanted, so why on earth would you want me?”

“Y/n, that’s literally the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard you say. And you’ve said some pretty stupid things.” 

Now, you’re mad. You stand up, flinging your arms in the air and walking to the middle of the room. “Bucky it’s true. Have you never seen how other guys look at me? They do their best to avoid me. I hear their snickers. I see the way they try to push me to the side so they can get closer to Nat. I see the way people scoff when they see us hanging out.”

You wipe away the tears from your eyes and Bucky’s gaze immediately softens. He stands up and walks over to you slowly, pulling you in for a hug. He squeezes you so tightly to him, as if trying to push every negative thought or feeling out of your body. Your hands cling to the back of his shirt as you rest your head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat against your ear relaxes you after a moment and eventually the tears stop.

He gently pushes you away and rests his hands on your shoulders. He looks down at the ground, lets out a deep sigh, then locks his eyes onto yours.

“Y/n, I want you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, the one person I feel most comfortable being myself with, who I laugh the most with. I think you’re smart, funny, beautiful, and just my favorite fucking person in the whole world. And I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since you called me Gramps that first night three years ago. It fucking hurts so much that you feel like you’re not good enough for me compared to those who think they can just throw themselves on me like I’m some property they want to claim for themselves. Truth is, I was claimed long ago. I’ve never felt any sort of desire for them when I’ve had the best person by my side this whole time. It’s always been you, Y/n/n. I’ve always wanted you.”

Speechless. You’re speechless. All you can do is blink slowly up at Bucky, trying to absorb everything he’s just said to you. 

“This….this isn’t the wine talking?”

Bucky gives an exacerbated laugh. “We only had like two glasses, Granny. You’ve seen me knock back two bottles without even blinking.”

The corners of your mouth curve up ever so slightly. With a newfound confidence, you lift your right hand up to Bucky’s cheek. A soft sigh escapes him from your touch and your heart flutters at the sound of it.

Fuck it.

Your hand slides to the back of his neck and you pull him down until his lips reach yours. 

After years of secretly dreaming about what it would feel like to kiss Bucky -- how his lips would taste, how smooth they would be -- none of those dreams could ever live up to the real thing.

Kissing Bucky is the best feeling of your whole fucking life.

Clearly he felt the same. The moan he let out when his lips met yours was a good indication of that. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, and then suddenly his arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair.

When it’s time to finally come up for air, the two of you pull away, resting your foreheads against one another.

Bucky is the first to speak.

“I have wanted to do that,” he says in between breaths “for a very, very long time.”

You smile. “Well why didn’t you say so sooner, Gramps?”

“I never knew if you were into me! You never made a move or anything. Always made a point to keep yourself at a distance. I wanted to respect that, Y/n.”

You groan. “I just thought there was no way you’d be interested. Also, I thought not groping you every chance I got was a breath of fresh air for you  since everyone else was doing it.”

Bucky kisses your nose, then rests his forehead back against yours. “And now?”

“Well, now I’m just sorry I made you wait so long. I had no idea you were suffering just as much as I was.”

Bucky chuckles. “You were worth the wait.” You smile into his lips as they meet yours for another kiss.

Suddenly, the lights turn on and the two of you jump away from each other to find Sam, Steve, and Nat standing at the door.

“Fucking finally, guys,” Sam exclaims, grinning widely. Steve gives the two of you a soft smile and nods in approval.

Nat just smirks.

“Told ya.”

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Sweet Little Sister

Tenya Iida x F!Reader x Tensei Iida NSFW

TW: STEPCEST. I cannot stress this enough. If you do not like stepcest, skip this fic my friend. Reader is the Iida brother’s new stepsister and things get wild. All characters are 18+.

Other TW: unprotected sex, threesome, a lot of little sister/big brother type stuff, slight yandere Iida brothers, oral F and M receiving.

WC: 4k

A/N: Y’all have no idea how long I have been putting off writing the ending because it was HARD and I have like one brain cell. This fic has been the bane of my existence and I’m exhausted. I really hope you guys enjoy this. Please send me love....and snacks. I’m gonna go to bed now.

You fixed your skirt for the millionth time. You were going to finally meet your future stepbrothers for dinner tonight and you were a bundle of nerves.

Your mom had been dating a new man recently who she was head over heels for. They had been spending so much time together and he spoiled her, flying her abroad on weekend getaways all the time. Apparently, he had popped the question when they were in Greece last week and the two of them were flying in tonight to celebrate with both families. All you knew was he had two sons, both a little older than you. However, since the romance had been so quick, you hadn’t met them yet.

You were the last to arrive for dinner, and as you pulled up to the house, the house that you soon would all share, your jaw dropped. It was MASSIVE, nothing short of an estate. You knew your future stepdad was rich, but this was certainly a step up from your measly 2 bedroom apartment you shared with your mother.

You rang the doorbell, patting down your outfit one more time before the door swung open. A tall man opened the door and your eyes widened. His white button up stretched over his broad chest and you quickly pulled your eyes up to his face. He had navy hair, neatly combed back and a bright beaming smile.

“You must be Y/N! I’m Tensei!”. He pulled you into a tight hug and you were pressed into his chest. He smelled like pine and clean laundry and you felt your heart race. He let go of you and smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. 

“Sorry! I just figured, since we are going to be brother and sister, we better get close!” 

Right. Brother. This was your big brother and you could NOT think of him any other way. You forced a smile on your face, and nodded.

“You’re right! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“There you are – oh hello. I apologize for my interruption! I’m Tenya Iida.” Tensei’s brother, a literal carbon copy of him, just with square glasses perched in front of his blue eyes, walked into the room. You looked up at both of them, and felt very small.

“Tenya, no need to be so formal. Y/N is our new little sister, and we should be bonding!” Tensei teased, poking Tenya in the ribs. A bright blush crept on his cheeks and the two of them argued.

“I’m glad the three of you seem to be getting along well!” A man who resembled the two, only older with a grey streak in his hair smiled. Your mother stood next to him, the sparkly diamond standing out on her hand.

“Let’s get to dinner.”

Somehow you ended up sitting between Tensei and Tenya at the long table. Your parents were too busy being lovestruck teenagers to really pay the three of you any mind, and you ate your dinner in awkward silence until Tensei began speaking.

“Y/N, I hope you like your bedroom here! It’s on the top floor but it’s between both mine and Tenya’s so if you ever need your big brothers, we are right next door!”

You giggled, “Thank you. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Tenya nodded solemnly, “It’s our duty as older brothers to protect you! We will take this responsibility seriously!” 

You bit back a laugh. “Thank you Tenya. I already feel very welcome and safe.”

The three of you continued talking and soon, dinner was over. Both of the brothers insisted you head up to your room as they cleaned up, and your parents headed to their room which was thankfully, in another wing of the house.

You made your way up the stairs and opened the door that Tensei had directed you to and it was very...pink. There were pink lilies on the nightstand and a huge baby pink comforter on the bed surrounded by fluffy pastel pillows. A white vanity sat in the corner with a matching chair and white and pink dressers stood against the wall.

You supposed they were really glad to have a little sister and you smiled at the card that your new older brothers signed. You pulled your overnight bag open and searched for clothes to sleep in. The rest of your stuff would be arriving tomorrow, so you were stuck wearing shorts a little too small and a tank top that left very little to the imagination. You looked in the mirror. Maybe you could ask Tensei for a shirt to cover up, As if reading your mind, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts.

“I just came by to…say goodnight!” Tensei’s eyes trailed down, before he blinked and looked back at your face. You could see his ears reddening and crossed your arms in an attempt to hide your cleavage.

“Um, actually I was wondering if I could borrow a shirt, Tensei? I’m so sorry, it seems that I haven’t worn this in a lot longer than I thought.” You laughed nervously.

Tensei straightened up.

“Of course! I’ll uh, be right back!” He sped off and returned with a large grey t-shirt that you immediately threw on over yourself. As you pulled it over yourself, you didn’t see Tensei’s eyes roam down your exposed legs. You turned to him. “Thank you so much Tensei. Sweet dreams!” You said, giving him a tight hug. He nodded and headed back to his room, passing Tenya in the hallway. Tenya gave him a curious look and Tensei just returned a tight-lipped smile before locking his door and collapsing on his bed, his cock straining against his boxers. 

------

The next morning you woke up refreshed and wanting to thank your new brothers for their hospitality. You headed out to the hall to see if they were awake. You opened the door to see Tenya standing there.

"Hey! I was just looking for you! Good morning Tenya." You smiled at him. 

"Good morning." He said looking at you curiously. "Is that Tensei's shirt?" 

You looked down and gave a sheepish grin. 

"Oh! Yes, I had another shirt on but it was a little too small so he let me borrow this last night."  

Tenya had an unreadable look on his face. You cocked your head to the side.

"Um...so anyway, I was wondering if you wanted breakfast? I wanted to show my appreciation for the warm welcome to my new brothers and I love to cook so it's my pleasure." You smiled at him. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, then just nodded.

"Uh...thank you, Y/N that would be wonderful. I'll show you around the kitchen." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder. He pulled back. "Apologies!"

You laughed.

"Tenya, please. We live together. I want you to feel comfortable around me!" You pulled him into a hug, your face in his chest.

Tenya's heart raced and he prayed you couldn't feel his growing erection. You were so soft and smelled so good and fuck you looked incredible in those tiny shorts, though he felt a strange pang of jealousy over you wearing his brother's shirt.

She's your sister. Your little sister. That's disgusting and disgraceful.  

His head raced with thoughts and he felt so ashamed but the taboo aspect fueled the fire burning inside him. 

You pulled away, looking up at him with those beautiful bright eyes. His heart thumped in his ears.

"Oh, good morning!" 

Tensei's door swung open. He stood shirtless in a pair of red flannel pajama pants and neither of the brothers missed how your eyes were drawn to his muscular chest before you composed yourself.

Tenya glared at Tensei, who gave an easygoing smile in return.

"I hope you slept well, little sister." Tensei asked you. You nodded and thanked him again for the shirt.

"I hope you're hungry. I'm making breakfast." You grinned as the three of you headed to the kitchen. Tensei chuckled.

"That sounds wonderful Y/N. Do you need any help?" 

You shook your head. "Nope! Let me treat you both as a thank you. I've always wanted older brothers to make food for and dote on." You giggled. "Maybe I watch too much anime but I always loved that idea."

Both brothers sat at the island in the kitchen watching you as you flitted about grabbing ingredients and utensils to use. You reached for a box of flour on a high shelf and your shorts ran up even higher, giving them an eyeful of the curve of your ass. Tensei bit his lip, and Tenya cleared his throat. "Allow me!"

You spun around, "No way! I told you. I can handle making my brother's breakfast!" You turned back to the cabinet, jumping up to reach. 

Even though you had Tensei's shirt on, your breasts jiggled and bounced with each jump, and you made soft panting noises as you attempted to pull the box down. Both of them were grateful for the island that prevented you from seeing their cocks fully aroused now.

You, having finally gotten everything you needed, turned away from them again as you began to cook on the stovetop. Tensei had finally had enough. As you talked about whatever it was you were talking about, he slipped his cock over the waistband of his pants, palming it slowly. You just looked so fucking nice, and for a moment Tensei could see you as his cute little housewife and not his innocent little sister.

Or maybe it turned him on more to think of you as both...fuck what was the matter with him? He couldn’t think about it too long as he had more pressing matters at hand, literally.

Neither you nor Tenya seemed to notice he was preoccupied and you continued joking and laughing. Suddenly you whipped around to face him. His hand froze on his cock and he coughed to cover his discomfort. 

“Tensei, how do you like your eggs?”, You asked innocently, completely oblivious to the death grip he had on his cock underneath the island.

“Uh...erm, anyway is fine! I’m sure they’ll be delicious if you cooked them.” He stammered out, praying you didn’t continue the conversation. You smiled, and turned to ask Tenya his preferences. Once Tensei was sure you were distracted, he slowly pumped his hand up and down his cock again. Precum leaked from the tip and knowing you could catch him, knowing you were less than 5 feet from him, only fueled his arousal. What would you do if you caught him? Would you be disgusted and upset? Or would you offer to help, offer to take care of your big brother?

God he was so close, so close imagining your hands wrapped around him, your beautiful face looking up at him, so sweetly, so innocently –

“NHGG!” he groaned, shoving his cock in his pants as his cum spilled over his hand. He could feel the fabric spreading his seed all over his cock and he felt uncomfortably sticky.

“Are you okay, big brother?” Your eyes were wide with worry. He turned to face both you and Tenya. 

“Y-yes! Sorry, muscle cramp in my leg. Happens sometimes, Sorry!” He smiled reassuringly as the cold fabric stuck to his softening cock. You still looked worried and he flashed you a bright grin. “I promise, I’m fine.”

You nodded and turned back to the food. Tensei met Tenya’s stare, the younger man’s eyes narrowed to slits. 

Oblivious, you plated the food. 

“Let’s eat!”

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The three of you navigated your new sibling relationship as well as possible. You loved your new older brothers and fussed over them daily, cooking for them and doting over them any time they were home. Your mom and stepdad, seeing how well the three of you got along, often left the three of you home while they jetted to far off countries on lavish vacations.

The boys loved the attention from you. Their packed lunches, your soft hands rubbing their shoulders or playing with their hair as they laid on the couch after a long day. You were so sweet and beautiful as you flitted around the house, cooking dinner or doing chores. And those days where they would come home to find you lounging by the pool outside? Your tiny swimsuit leaving little to the imagination? Well those were just bonuses.

Those nights, as you slept soundly in your bed, on the other side of the wall, Tenya gripped his cock tightly. Your curves ran through his mind and he spat on his throbbing cock as he thought about you. Your soft touches and giggles replayed in his head. Thoughts of when the two of you were alone and you’d curl up against him on the couch as you watched a movie, or fell asleep on his chest. You trusted him so much to protect you and love you like an older brother should and here he was, fantasizing about stretching your sweet little pussy on his cock, about making you cry out his name. 

Fuck, or when your cute little voice rang out each morning, “Good morning big brother!”. He wanted to hear you scream for him, beg your big brother to fuck you harder. He wanted to ruin you and make you his. He panted as he picked up speed, fucking his hand. His hips jerked and he was so close. 

A noise came from your room, a soft mewl. Tenya pressed his ear to the wall. He could hear movement and another soft sigh. Were you touching yourself too? Were you imagining his cock filling you up? He strained to hear and made out your cute little breaths and another low moan. His eyes rolled back and he groaned as his cum shot over his abs and chest. He listened to hear if you were awake and heard nothing more from your room. Sighing, he reached to his nightstand to clean himself.

-----

Days passed and you had been in an exceptionally good mood. At first, Tensei and Tenya both thought you were just in a good mood. But they started to notice you looking at your phone more, giggling and blushing at the screen. When they would ask, you would mumble “nothing” as you typed a response. You also spent more days out of the house than usual, saying you were spending time with friends or running errands. Finally one night, as the three of you sat at the table, you spoke up.

“I met a guy.”

Tenya’s fork clattered to his plate and Tensei gritted his teeth.

“His name is Kaito. He’s really sweet and really cute. He wants to take me out to dinner this week but I wanted him to meet you two first.” You smiled, looking up at your older brothers who were glaring daggers at their food.

Tenya spoke first.

“Where did you meet this man?”, he asked, his eyes burning a whole into the tablecloth.

“At the store as I was getting some groceries. He helped carry my bags to the car.” Your eyes flickered to both your brothers, confused at the tension in the air.

“So this man just picks up women at the grocery store?”, Tensei asked, his tone cold.

Your skin prickled.

“What? No, of course not. He saw I was struggling and offered to help me. Then we got to talking and…”

Tenya looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“If you are having difficulty getting groceries, Tensei or I will join you so these men don’t prey on you. What if he had followed you home? Or attacked you in the car?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. How was this the conclusion they were reaching?

“Nothing happened! And clearly he is a nice man, as he wants to meet you and take me out.” Your voice wavered as 2 pairs of navy eyes stared you down.

“Is this who you’ve been texting?”, Tensei interrupted you.

You looked at him questioningly,

“Why does it matter who I’m–”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION.” Tenya’s hand slammed on the table.

Your lip trembled. Fighting back tears, you whispered. “Yes.”

Tensei looked exasperated. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he reached out to you and you flinched.

“We are just worried about you. You’re our sweet little sister and we want to make sure no one hurts you ever.”

Tenya reached out to your other arm.

“I apologize, dear sister. I just want you to be safe and unharmed.”

You stared blankly at the table, before turning from both of them and walking to your room, slamming the door.

------

As your phone buzzed on the couch that night, it wasn’t too difficult for your older brothers to figure out your password. And it was even easier to find this Kaito guy online and threaten him until he agreed to cut contact with you.

After all, your big brothers would always protect you.

-----

The next day, as you read and re-read the messages from Kaito, your heart broke. You curled up against your older brothers on the couch. 

“You were right.” You sobbed into Tensei’s shoulder, Tenya’s chest pressed against your back. “I should have never argued with you two.”

The boys held you close between them. 

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll take care of you. Your big brothers are here for you.” Tenya pressed his lips to your hair as Tensei pulled you into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat through his thin shirt. You felt Tenya rub soft soothing circles on your back and you sniffled, turning so you could face both of them.

“I’m..*hic* sorry for being *hic* so emotional.” You choked out, rubbing your eyes. You blinked and both boys looked at you. They both had such adoration in their eyes and looked at you like you hung the moon. You knew they would always be there for you.

You kissed Tensei on the cheek and turned, kissing Tenya on the cheek. Both boys blushed furiously and your breath caught in your throat as they each pressed a kiss to your cheeks, slightly closer to your lips. 

Maybe it was the overwhelming emotions that filled you right now, or maybe it was always there, lying dormant inside of you. But you felt a tingle in your core and pressed another soft kiss to Tenya’s face, this time ghosting the edge of his lips before placing an identical one to Tensei.

Your body stilled as you waited to see what they would do. Tensei looked in your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. Your hand clutched at his shirt as he licked your lip. You opened your mouth to him and he hungrily tasted you. You broke apart, and Tenya took this opportunity to pull you towards him.

He slammed his lips to yours as Tensei kissed down your neck and collarbone. Where Tensei was confident in his kisses, Tenya was desperate. You moaned into Tenya’s mouth as Tensei bit a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Your bodies were so close and you could feel Tenya’s erection through his pants, pressing against your thigh.

You pulled back. 

“We shouldn’t...I’m so sorry, this is…” You stammered,

Tensei kissed your temple and Tenya pressed his hand to your cheek.

“Let us take care of you, little sister. Let your big brothers make it all better.” 

Flustered you gave in to your body and continued reaching down, palming Tenya through his slacks. You felt his body shiver as you ran your fingers up and down the shaft. Pulling away from both of them you pulled off your sweater, revealing your body to them. Their cocks ached so much for you, and seeing you like this, in a way they had only imagined, turned them feral.

Tensei tugged at your legs, pushing you onto your back. You looked up at your big brothers and your eyes widened.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tensei whispered, his fingers tracing your belly. Tenya nodded, his eyes trained on your breasts in the lacy white bra you wore. He slid the strap down your shoulder and when you didn’t protest, unhooked the clasp in the front. Your breasts spilled out and he ran his fingers over your hardening nipples.

Tensei tugged down your legging and panties and you were naked before them, looking like a sweet lamb between two hungry wolves. He pressed a kiss to your lower belly, and you whimpered. His cerulean eyes met yours and you gave a soft nod for him to keep going. His lips met your folds and he lapped at your slit hungrily. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you could feel his grin against you.

“Easy now sweetheart, your big brother is going to take care of you.” His hands pressed your hips down firmly as he continued to devour your cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you met Tenya’s eager eyes. His erection was pressing painfully through his pants and you tugged at the fabric, silently begging for him. He threw off his slacks and you could see the wet mark on the front of his boxers. Running your fingers over it, you opened your mouth and looked at him expectantly.

That was all it took. Tenya slid his boxers off, pressing the head of his dick against your soft lips. You gave kitten licks, staring into his eyes as best you could as you were still being tantalized by Tensei’s tongue. Tenya let out a grunt as you continued to tease his cock, slowly taking it deeper into your mouth. Tensei plunged his tongue deep inside you and you let out a loud moan around Tenya.

“F-fuck...so good, princess.” Tenya choked out, pulling you closer onto his cock. You felt yourself getting closer to climax as Tensei flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped around Tenya’s thick member and he used this opportunity to push himself deeper down your throat. Stars danced in your eyes and your thighs strained under Tensei’s grip.

“That’s it baby girl, cum all over your big brother’s face.”

His lewd words, the taboo nature of it all, and the helplessness you felt as you choked on Tenya’s cock and were being held down by Tensei...you cried out as you gushed all over Tensei’s face. 

“Mmm….that’s it sweetheart.” Tensei murmured as he guzzled down your arousal. Your eyes fluttered and you whimpered as you Tenya lazily fucked your face.

Tensei looked at Tenya and wordlessly, the brothers switched places and you were flipped onto your knees. Tenya’s thick cock was pressed against your entrance and you gulped at how big it felt. He ran his hands over your hips.

“Shh...be a sweet little sister for your brothers.” 

Tensei’s cock was in front of your mouth and he tapped it on your mouth. You parted your lips and both brothers slid inside you. You gasped at the stretch and tried to turn your head towards Tenya, but Tensei gripped your face, and you swirled your tongue around his cock. 

“So tight...god...such a perfect little girl.” Tenya groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin. Tensei tugged your hair as he plunged deeper into your mouth. You bounced between the brother’s cocks as they worshipped your body, praising you for being their good girl.

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re so good to us.” Tensei whispered.

You could feel Tenya’s thrusts getting sloppier as he pounded into you faster and faster. He pulled your arms behind your back, so you were at their mercy. Tensei’s cock was slamming the back of your throat, and Tenya was fucking you so deep you felt like you were going to pass out. Your limbs felt like jelly and the only thing holding you upright was the sheer force of them fucking you from each end.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck...gonna cum.” Tenya breathed out, his grip on you was almost painful and your arms were sore from how hard he tugged on them. Tensei seemed to be reaching his peak too, as his breaths were becoming ragged. You swallowed around his cock and he let out a deep groan, spilling his seed down your throat. You clenched around Tenya and he swore as he shot ropes of hot cum deep inside you. The twitching of his cock set you off and your muscles clenched as you whimpered out. You felt like sparks were fluttering from your nerves and the boys held you as you came down from your high. 

Your eyes closed and you could only faintly feel them cleaning you up and someone carrying you to your bed. Your hands reached out and you felt the bed shift as each man climbed into your pink bed on either side of you.

Content, you fell asleep between your big brothers.

[workofheart]

jean kirstein relationship hcs

sorry for the inactivity lately y’all school is whooping my ass </3 in the mean time, have some modern jean relationship hcs bc i miss him

protective boyfriend #1 ♡ ♡ ♡ will not hesitate to yell at ppl if they’re mean or rude to you, he doesn’t want anyone coming near you like that. thinks his partner deserves the absolute best and will not tolerate people disrespecting you or even thinking of disrespecting you. he will defend you til the day he dies, even if it embarrasses you

asks the waiter for a new dinner when yours is undercooked and you’re too nervous to say something. if you’re a person w social anxiety or just don’t feel like doing something, he would do things for you no problem, whether its fetching you something, paying for you, ordering for you, etc. he’s not gonna tease you or make fun of you, he’s just happy to help

he’s a sappy drunk :’) when he’s hammered, he gets all clingy and drags you onto the couch to cuddle w you/hangs off of you while you walk home and tells you all about how he feels about you and how he wants to spend his life with you and have dogs and a cute home forever. has the cutest little giggle while literally pouring out his feelings for you 

and if you bring it up in the morning, you KNOW he’s gonna get so shy and red like “oh... i said that? haha...”

his biggest dream is just domesticity with you - like i mentioned, living somewhere beautiful in a nice house with a beautiful family or just you and him :( he really cherishes you and just dreams about spending his life with you. his “happy place” is very likely just the two of you sitting in a field by a river on a sunny day, maybe with some sandwiches and sparkling water, with all the time in the world watching ducks swim by

i imagine that you were previously friends before starting to date, but he’d been seriously pining for you since the beginning, just never wanted to make you uncomfortable and was too scared to say anything. he’d go home after hanging out w you and just sigh (probably yell into his pillow in frustration too but shh) bc he just felt like if it wasn’t you, then who else?

meanwhile you’re being so obvious that you like him back but he keeps reasoning that you’re just being nice and wouldn’t actually want him like that 

was ready to settle for friendship and just lock away his feelings when you just pulled him aside and confessed directly. he was a strangely confused yet happy daze for the following weeks

is a sucker for romance movies - likes imagining him and you in those scenarios, romanticizes your own relationship shamelessly. i feel like he’d enjoy 500 days of summer and... wait for it... clueless. I KNOW. it’s his guilty pleasure. also consider: he bawled his eyes out at the end of la la land.

loves beach dates! loves the beach, loves the boardwalk, loves everything about that summer atmosphere. waits in line to get you funnel cake and then you sit and eat, people watching and making up stories for everyone that passes by and just laughing while you enjoy the fresh summer air. in the arcades, totally the type to win himself a cute plushie but when ur like “omg!! is that for me?” he goes oh yeah haha.. but don’t think he doesn’t notice when you’ve been eyeing up a specific toy at the ring toss stand. he will not hesitate to play game after game until he gets it for you. 

lover of back hugs. he is so generous, literally towers over you no matter ur height, just wraps his arms around u and holds u <3 it makes you feel so safe and loved and that’s all he wants for you 

carries you wherever possible. up the stairs, down the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room and back. he always boasts about how easy it is to pick you up bc he’s strong and it boosts his confidence lol

constantly tells you how pretty he thinks you are. jean always thinks you look beautiful so he always compliments your outfits and your hair and your makeup, leans into ur ear to whisper it to u and make u giggle even when it’s just the two of you at home

on that note: always gets caught staring at you and he blushes so easily when you call him out for it. can’t stop looking at you over the top of his newspaper when you’re having breakfast in the morning, can’t stop looking at you while you’re making dinner for him, can’t stop looking at you while you work or study

for valentines/your birthday/holidays he always makes you cute handmade cards out of colored construction paper. he finds a new design every single time and spends so long on it, and finishes by writing out how he feels on the inside. can u just imagine him sitting at his desk, tongue poking out of his mouth with a glue stick in hand as he lays down different colored paper hearts :( 

teases you nonstop. always poking fun at you, probably make jokes about how “irresistible” he is and how you can’t keep away lol, thinks you look adorable when you’re flustered

u give him haircuts when it’s getting long, he sits on a stool in ur bathroom and u just give him a trim every once in a while. trusts you not to fuck it up (not that you ever would) and it always comes out so nice and it makes his heart swell just to have you there to do such intimate, sort of domestic things for him.

pet names! i know so many people have talked about this but it’s just so true. has tried everything in the book to see what you like, watches carefully to see how you respond so he knows, occasionally calls you something silly like “pookie” just to get a reaction out of you

needs verbal communication. jean always has so much on his plate and has a lot of insecurities, so he really needs that reassurance that you need him and love him every day until he can accept it for himself

favorite position to sleep in is him on his back with your head on that area between his neck and shoulder, holds you really close during the night. loves loves loves when you nestle into him and cling to him for warmth when you’re asleep. has trouble sleeping if you aren’t there

dotes on you so much seriously he is so sweet and caring, just so whipped for you. he is literally so weak and always gives into you just bc it makes you happy. you want to drive out for mcdonald’s at two in the morning for an apple pie and a shake? he’s getting his keys rn

nsfw below the cut (18+)

i think mostly everyone is in agreement that jean is a total pleasure dom - he spends all night getting you to cum again and again, always asking if you can give him one more

as mentioned earlier, teases. avoids giving you what you want at first, makes you use your words, and when when you do get it, you’re getting it. aka, overstim galore. he’s not stopping until you’re spent

so much dirty talk, asks so many questions to get you to talk. “louder for me, princess” type of guy. wants to reduce you to babbling with how good he makes you feel - the sounds you make get him so incredibly hard

he is also vocal bc he knows you like it. groans his name into your ear just to feel you clench, then laughs.

never forgets to mark you up, leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest and thighs. loves to look at them later on when you’re changing, and especially loves your reaction to seeing them for yourself

size kink!! this man is almost 6’3 so chances are he’s gonna be bigger than you regardless. likes being close to you, likes being in positions where he can see you, probably has an arm slung around your waist or back whenever the position allows for it so he can hold you close

pins your arms down, holds your hips to the bed so you just have to sink into the mattress and take it

every time he aims to fuck your brains out and make sure the only thing you’re thinking about is him and how good he makes you feel

his fingers are fucking magical, dear lord, he gets you so worked up and knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, loves seeing you go hazy and unravel on his fingers. his fingers are so long and gentle and stretch you out so nice + he knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, when to change his motions to get you there in minutes

needs to be kissing you when he makes you cum. swallows your moans, adores how you struggle to kiss him back with the pleasure he’s giving you

mirror sex is top tier for him, probably has one of those siding door closets w mirrors next to his bed so he can make you look at yourself and watch just what he’s doing to you

eye contact, will 100% grab your jaw to make you look at him, loves seeing you stare up at him through glassy eyes

literal KING of aftercare. takes such good care of you, gets you anything and everything you need, cleans up so well, gives you the world and more

[nemesis-21]

Still jetlagged and couldn't sleep, so I finally watched the KinnPorsche World Tour 2022 concert and here are some reactions no one asked for:

(kind of in order and I had a lot to say about the end apparently 😅)

Why is no one talking about the mom's performance??? Jaw. Dropped. 🤩

Barcode, Build, Us, Nodt, Job, Bas, Perth, and Tong are always invited to karaoke.

Jeff. Satur. I said as soon as he was casted that it would be a huge mistake not to have him on the OST. I got goosebumps when he (and the audience!) sang Why Don't You Stay.

MY KIMCHAY HEART! WHY DON'T YOU STAY ENGLISH VERSION?! No. Jeff took us to church on that one.

Kinn took Porsche to achieve his dream of having a beach bar. Stop! 🥺

Ex should only ever be referred to as "Daddy" out of respect. I was staring at him and only him during the Minor Family's stage. 😂

The Sailor Moon stage proves that literally all of us who participate in this industry, whether it be cast or fan, are a bunch of dorks and I love that for us.

Build and Us had me screaming my kpop stan heart out. Like y'all really going to do Mirror Mirror, Mommae, and Bang Bang Bang like that?! Back-to-back?! 🙌

Imagine being a rich boy who happens to live out his own y/n story with a boy he crushed on in college who looked like his celebrity crush and successfully got said crush to dress as that character for a live concert your company has put on after you two starred in a globally successful gay mafia drama where you two had many many spicy scenes together. Yeah, Mile did that.

Every single one of those backup dancers and singers were amazing. They did all those stunts and quick changes. Like everyone at Be On Cloud is so talented. Damn.

Build: I'm glad my mom could be here today. *Pony bodyguard strip show stage begins*

Bas and Nodt putting it out there that they're single and ready to mingle. 🤣

Us 🥺😭💕

Tong and his mom and him finally feeling like he made it! 😂🥺😭💕

Build 😭😭😭💕

Barcode, sweetie. He's going to be trouble if he ever learns just how much power his cuteness has over everyone.

I felt Bible's speech in my soul. I truly hope one day you realize that you are deserving of all of this love and more.

I started crying as soon as they showed Apo on screen. He has been through so much just to stand in front of us on that stage today. He almost gave us so many times because of how unkind the world was to him. I'm so grateful he tried and tried again. I'm so glad he met these other wonderful human beings and can have this happiness and success.

"Not 5 hours like yesterday!" *Mile sits down* 🤣 It's his company! He gets to do as he pleases!

Thank you to the translation team (and fan translations too!) for making this a more accessible show! They didn't necessarily need to provide that but I'm extremely grateful that they did that for us international fans. Thank you!

OH MY GOD CUMULUS LET'S GO!!! 🔥🔥🔥

(This concert is giving me emotional whiplash. 😅)

Excuse you, Bas, who decided you got the voice of an angel too?!?! Someone marry this man, please!

Build on that sax is everything.

Mile proving that with enough money you too can live out your true y/n wishes. But in all seriousness, Mile is multitalented and seems to be a genuine guy. And as long as he stays true to his passion with this team and not let success get to him, I will always respect and support him.

That has to be some of the sexiest drum, guitar, and bass playing I've seen on stage. Get it, kings!🔥🔥🔥

I change my mind: all of them are always invited to karaoke!

Perth hanging with Nodt by the keys! YAS! Love my besties/ghost ship.

S/O to all the fans who took kpop lightsticks to the show! I see you and love you!

The MileApo movie trailer is fucking gorgeous and is giving me goosebumps! This movie is seriously going down in cinematic history. I just know it. It looks spectacular already and I will fly to Thailand to see it without knowing any Thai just so I can appreciate it and show my support.

YO! TA DJING?! LET'S GO! TURN THIS PLACE INTO A CLUB!! 🔥🔥🔥

BRO! I would pay serious money to get into any club Ta is DJ'ing! HE IS KILLING IT!!! I WISH I WAS THERE JUST FOR THIS!

BUILD, TONG, AND US STRUTTING LIKE THAT!!! YAAASSS!!! 🙌

Okay, please, if there is any sort of higher power or diety in this world, please allow me the privilege during this lifetime to go clubbing with this cast with Ta DJ'ing. 🙏

I didn't need English subs to understand that closing. This group of people truly is something special, huh? And they really did make something special too.

The show just ended and I finally looked at the clock. I didn't even realize the show was over 4 hours long. That was amazing! I really hope they announce a US stop close to me, so I can experience this live. Wow.

I said it before and I'll say it again: KinnPorsche (and Be On Cloud) is changing and will change this industry.

[sugar-petals]

🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

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WARNINGS. ⚠️  all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋  byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋  lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this 

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh 

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋  kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out 

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good. 

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there? 

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋  wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war 

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time 

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋  mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons 

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear? 

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you. 

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋  ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times. 

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner. 

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place. 

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs. 

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋  lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start. 

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

superm masterlist

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[beann-e]

“ honestly Suna sometimes it feels like your just sitting there — calculating — thinking of ways that you can piss me off” you let out in a huff of anger as you slammed your hand onto the arm rest placed in the middle of the car. Voice loud enough to be heard from a mile away and then some “ And then you don’t even fucking care “

“ I’m sorry you feel that way “

“ seriously ? seriously Suna “

“ oh I’m sorry would you like me to say it jokingly? “

The silence that towered over the both of you was tall and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon “ WELL WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY “ his hand came up to run down his face as he sighed

“ look I'm sorry baby but — “

“ but nothing — I'm tired Rin—I'm tired of you screwing with me“ you groaned “ honestly at this point just fuck off “

he moved to pull the keys from the car unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door as your jaw hung open “ what the fuck Suna — “

“ I'm fucking off you ungrateful bit—“

“ you asshole — all of a sudden you take everything literal right ?? huh only when you want to right “

“ y’know what— no you fuck off —ok y/n “

“ see that’s what I'm talking about “

“ honestly I doubt you even know what you were talking about in the first place “

your steps quickened as you followed after the male who stopped at your front door imputing the code and opening your house door “ This is what I mean by you keep fucking with me Suna “

“ oh “ he moved to sit down on the couch arms flung behind it and legs spread wide out in front of him. “ is it really— because , the 40 minute argument in the car about your best friend hitting on me didn’t quite make that clear “ he scoffed shaking his head along with it “ your shitty reasoning must of gotten lost on one of the many streets of Japan y/n “

His eyes glowing body perking up with his next sentence “ yknow what how about you go find it hmm then we can have this little talk sometime later -- preferably when I'm sleeping id hate to be awake for another one of your hellish complaints babe.”

your anger was only growing as the argument continued “ you fucking douchebag I bet you don’t even know why I'm pissed off “

He let out a small sigh of a laugh his legs shaking and hitting each other in a wave before they resumed their earlier position “ I don’t“

“ and you don’t care either do you “

“ I don’t “

Your heart broke for the first time ever in your relationship with the stoic male after hearing his words and tone. In all the time you and your boyfriend had been together you two never argued about his lack of emotion or care.

It never bothered you

It never affected you

until it did

4 hours ago

You smiled up at the taller male as his mouth continued to run while talking to the rest of his volleyball team. This was the first time you’d ever seen him talk for more than 5 minutes with anything other then yeah’s and small mhmms.

The both of you had been invited to a class reunion and you only decided to go because of his new teams constant nagging

Suna had been telling you all week to find something else to do and that you didn’t have to go with him. That it would be too boring and long and that you would be better off having fun without him.

Of course you put up a fight but, ultimately lost and decided to hang out by yourself for the earlier half of the day spending last weeks paycheck on this weeks shopping spree

it felt nice to treat yourself but you couldn’t help but want to treat your boyfriend too. The thought of him being bored alone plagued your mind and you had to get it out.

The only way to do that was to go to the reunion.

Now how you imagined it would go is you show up in your fancy new dress surprising him smile a bit , talk up some of the host and sneak your way in and then mingle and go home and cuddle and kiss your boyfriend all night

funny thing is somewhere in that prewritten script you had created you didn’t realize imagination is not always reality.

The sight of your boyfriend leaning against a wall with a glass in his hand and his other on the string of your best friends dress had you reeling in the disgust that you wanted to spill so badly on the floor right now

All you’d done was go to the restroom but now you sat with your eyes widening while you watched his eyebrows come together in annoyance with the string that wouldn’t come undone.

Your best friend faced away from him back to his chest and a small smile on her face. Cheeks heated from his touch and in that moment you cursed her for having a look on her face that made it visible how much she enjoyed his warmth. You wished she didn’t make it so obvious how the closeness to your boyfriend was making her feel

how it was encouraging her

Your heart broke when you seen Suna finally relax and blow air out of his cheeks before nodding softly almost thanking the gods that he figured it out and it was over

Your feet moving before you could even process what to say to either of them.

“ y-y/—“

your hand came in contact with your best friends face before she could even finish the loud slap echoing through the room as everyone turned to find the source of the noise

Eyebrows raising when they noticed it was not only a slap but a full on one sided battle between you and the girl who everyone seen as nice and quiet during your school years

They never knew of the undercover bitch that was lurking behind the surface. They’d never see the way she was smirking as she took every hit given to her in stride. Your boyfriends hands wrapping around your torso as he looked down and seen that you were hovering over her ripping her to bits

You never letting go of the grip your thighs held around her own as she whispered to where only you could hear “ aw poor y/n’s defending someone that doesn’t even want em—gonna go to jail for someone so unloyal huh “

Your eyes lit up with pure hatred as the security made their way over to you reaching to take you from Sunas hold and lessening your grip on the woman beneath you

“ sir we need you to let her go “

“ don’t touch me until you actually make it all the way to police academy you fucking lowlife. “ you spit out “ how the hell do you only make it to security much less high school reunion security “

“ the hell do you know — you don’t even know how hard police academy is asshole “

“ ah I bet your kids’ll be real proud “ your eyes squinted at his name tag “ todd — you kiss your wife with that mouth “

you laughed eyes rolling from him to suna “ or are you like this asshole and kiss your mistress with it instead ? huh toodles ? “

“ ha — ‘m gonna have fun with you--ya little prick. sir — let ‘em go or else i’ll pull out the big guns — they snuck in here and now their disrespecting an officer “

“ big guns “ your laugh circulated through the room “ ‘k sure let me stop before I get pepper sprayed “

“ my hands already on the trigger you lil bitc— “

“ hey “ sunas voice growled behind you “ watch who the fuck your talking to toodles“

“ just— get—get the fuck off dude I didn’t go to police academy so I could avoid this — their full on disrespecting me come on man get off“ your face scrunched up in annoyance as you saw the security look like they were about to cry

“ well I mean — “ he sighed “ it’s not like your a real officer right“ suna sighed out as he began to bite his lip in worry “ I mean we can let this slide right ? “ he nodded looking towards the males name badge “ uh toodles“

He coughed “ todd — I mean todd “

“ I’m sorry but, even if I could “ his gaze dead set on you “ which I really don’t want to — seeing as though they disrespected me “

His voice sounding proud as he continued “ and I'll have you know I'm security guard of the mouth asshole “

“ oh whoop dee fucking do Tinkerbelle ”

“ y-fucking-/n “ you could feel the way Suna was seething above you breath hot and you could tell his face was made up in a snarl “ if you don't shut the fuck up I swear on Atsumu’s unwashed boxers ill leave your ass prison letters starting tonight “

“ see —— sir I'm trying “ he sighed “ I really am trying to let this go but — “

“ their with me — “

“sure “ he scoffed “ I'll need to see some relations or — “

“ their my s/—their my plus one “ his eyes moved to look at everyone surrounding you guys then back to the position he now held you in before finally dropping you to the floor. Your heart dropping and ears tuning everything out from that point on.

Everything on mute until you got in the car and were finally met with his low voice as he buckled you in and walked to his side turning the car on “ y/n “

You turned to look out the window “ y/n that — “

His voice was so hard but so weak “ y/n that was so fucking embarrassing “ Your body shivered at his words

“ having to watch my fucking s/o almost get fucking arrested “

His hands tightened their grip on the wheel “ then turning around and having to talk you out of it in front of our whole graduating class “

his voice went deadpanned as he swerved a bit on the road mixing lanes “ and — and my team — oh fuck my team “

he started to breathe a bit heavier as you began to feel bad hearing the sadness in his voice. His body shifting in his seat “ all so you could “

he laughed a bit at the situation “ all so you could take your ugly ass insecurities out on your friend ? “

he scoffed looking from you to the road and back to you “ when did you two even stop being friends huh ? did I miss that or ?? do friends just go out and leave bruises on each other or is that something new? What-- is it like a new TikTok trend -- a fashion statement huh ?? the fuck is it because, I'm not a friend person so maybe you know something I don’t “

He scoffed “ maybe — maybe I'll never be a friend person after something like that. If friends are just beating each other’s asses in broad day light out the fucking blue then I'll just stick with ‘tsumu at least I know I can beat his ass if he were to pull some shit like that “

‘ friend ‘ you thought silently

“ poor kid didn’t even see it coming “ he shook his head at you turning back to the road “ holy hell that’s shameful y/n “

he whispered “ I don’t even wanna think about the rumors that’ll spread about us tomorrow “

The car was quiet only for a minute as Suna re arranged his thoughts before he could beat into you again “ friend Suna ? “

your voice was dry “ Rin do friends help each other out of their clothes ? “

your eyebrows creased “ do they focus so intently on another woman while their own is in the same room “

“ I didn’t know you were there “

“ SO YOU ONLY TAKE FRIENDS CLOTHES OFF WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ NO I “

“ YOU ONLY TOUCH OTHER WOMEN WHEN IM NOT THERE “

“ y/n jus— “ he took a deep breathe and let it out “ just shut up its not like that “ he let out an uncomfortable and tired scoff of a laugh “ it wasn't like that “

“ it’s always shut up Suna it’s never ‘ what’s wrong y/n ‘ ‘ are you ok y/n ‘ it’s just ‘ shut up I don’t wanna talk so you don’t wanna talk either ‘ “

you locked eyes with the male in front of you “ I'm done Rin I'm— I'm done “

“ you cant leave me-- heh not after that shit you pulled back there  “ 

“ fuck if I cant--you don't look like my legs to me and as far as I know their still Bluetooth connected to my mind so-- “

“ you'll be an overnight clown you-you need me y/n “ he shook his head “ we need each other “ 

“ no you need volley ball because you need money-- because guess what asshole as of right now-- your homeless”

“ fuck you as if “

“ we’re over Suna don't let my words finally hit you when you walk out the shitty door”

“ that’s fine by me “ he scoffed “ get the hell out for all I care — I'll pack your shit for you “

“ no— I'll pack your shit asshole your living  in my house bottom feeder “

“ if you don’t shut the fuck u— “

“ then what ? huh what — you’ll leave me “

“ I swear to god I'll —”

“ you’ll what cheat on me with my best friend ah I'm so scared — “ your voice holding nothing but mock enthusiasm “ I can just imagine the way you’ll kiss her when I'm not there — these thoughts for some reason almost feels real y’know “

you watched as the man you’d taught yourself to love for 7 years since high school finally walked out the door. His perfume from earlier still hanging in the air long after the door slammed. Your mind racing when you were finally brought to one thought

‘ how did we end up like this and how the hell do we get back ‘

[demoncrypt1066]

Can you please do a Suicide Squad imagine where the reader is Rick's wife and George flirts with her and rubs her thighs, which makes Rick extremely angry?

A/N Thanks for sending this in, I haven't written in like forever so sorry for the length of it. Hope you enjoy x.

Pairings: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: swearing and slight spoilers for the beginning of The Suicide Squad.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Marriage is a partnership between two people. Not someone becoming whole or completing you, it’s a partnership and every partnership s different. Requires a different way of doing things and in a situation like this, the only option was to be unconventional. There was no white picket fence, you weren’t a housewife, there was just an apartment barely lived in, rooms in the compound and then of course each other.

You knew it would be like this when you married him, looked in his eyes, the hope in it before you said yes. You both had a willingness to make things work and that you did. There were times you have separated thanks to Waller, but you were the best, better than that and you worked better as a team. It was why you married each other in the first place.

You each had a person, he had Harley, who was insane in the most entertaining way possible, and you had Harkness, or George, Boomer or even Captain when you wanted to see the tight jaw and frown of Ricks face. It was just a harmless game, a little flirting on both of your sides, you’d never let it get too far but it was a way to make things interesting on these suicidal missions you went on.

This took you to now, sitting in a plane, laughing at half the team being scared of a damn weasel, Boomer strapped down on your left while you stood, a hand on the strap above you. “I’m starting to think none of you have seen anything outside of a damn prison cell because how the fuck did you mistake a weasel for a dog.”

“Don’t group me in with these fuckers’ sweetheart, I actually have a brain on me,” Harkness said, looking up at you, the smile on his face the same as always, he was this close to saying something maybe a little too suggestive.

“Oh please, the only thing you’re good for here is your aim. I’m the brains of every operation were on.” You smiled down at him.

“My aim isn’t just good with these boomerangs.” You chuckled lightly but before you could respond Rick stalked over to your side of the plane.

“Aright everyone up, we’re jumping, Boomerang first,” Rick shouted the order looking straight at Boomerang as you opened up the door over the open sea. He stood at the opposite side of the doors, frown on his face per usual, Boomerang always the joker picked up on it.

“If you think I’m that much a threat to your girl you should make your aim a little better than mine.” You tilted your head at Rick with an expression he interpreted as leave it alone. He grumbled something neither of you caught and took a step away from the man.

“No, but seriously, you should leave that guy, he’s too boring for you,” Harkness said, making you scoff. His hand moved to tap your ass lightly and slide across your thigh.

“George, stop.” You said sternly pulling his hand roughly from you but before you could turn to scold him a foot hit his back making him stumble out of the plane.

It took you a moment after he hit the water for you to turn to Rick. “Did you have to kick him off the plane?”

“He’s fine.” He said, turning away from you gesturing for everyone to line up to jump.

You scoffed, looking between Boomerang in the water and your husband who couldn’t quite look you in the eye. “I’m not exactly sure he’s going to stay fine with that look on your face.”

“If he dies, he dies, it’s the job.” He shrugged.

“Rick are you being serious. Are you jealous right now? The man is literally a criminal, in jail and I can handle myself.” You said in disbelief at his actions.

“I know you can handle yourself I just don’t like the way he talks to you. Is he like this all the time, the two of you work together daily?” His shoulders relaxed with a sigh as he realised just exactly what he implied.

“He’s like that with everyone, and we make a good team, take it up with Waller if you have a problem.” You said back at him, turning to the open sea.

“We make a good team, he’s just second best.” He was starting to sound a little childish, it was making you get increasingly annoyed at the man.

“Seriously Rick I don’t sit here jealous of Harley I love the girl.” You said gritting your teeth.

“She’s right captain, she really does like me, remember when she got us that night out at a bar after Fiji.” You both turned to her, a light smile on your face and the signature frown on his.

“Everyone out of the damn plane.” He shouted.

Harley was the first to move with a salute, “fine captain, Mrs Captain.”

The others shuffled out slowly, wanting more to see the argument brewing between the two of you than facing whatever they would on that beach. The weasel was last, it tried to communicate something to the two of you but in his impatience, Rick pushed it into the water.

You watched for a moment, before looking at Rick who was huffing at the wall. “I’m not entirely certain the weasel can swim.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“No look.” The weasel flounders for a moment as the both of you jump down. Waller confirms that the weasel has died as Savant drags it onto the beach.

Instead of carrying on with the mission like professionals, Rick looks at you about to say something when you cut him off “I’m not having this argument with you on this damn beach in the middle of nowhere. Especially not about fucking Harkness. What is it are you insecure, of him? How many times do I have to say he’s in jail?" You sighed deeply before looking him straight in the eye, "I love you, I chose you I married you, Rick”

“He shouldn’t be touching you like that.” You groaned at him.

“And he won’t again, I would have handled it had you waited 30 seconds.” He turned to you with a sigh pulling you into him with his free arm. “Are you alright now.” You whispered.

“Yeah, it's fine, just try not to die.” He kissed your forehead and you smiled up at him.

“I love you too Rick.”

Just when you were about to move into your own position the comms opened up, “can you stop with the sappy shit and do your damn job.” Waller said sternly from her office.

“Yes ma’am.” You both mumbled in unison, smiling at each other before you walked into the absolute shit show of a mission.

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: taking Wanda to meet your parents wasn't the best decision in hindsight...

warning/s: none i don't think?

author's note: i’m not sure what to say other than sorry in advance oops

part one | part two | part three | part five | part six | part seven | masterlist | wattpad

The restaurant my parents chose wasn't too flashy but rather comforting and homely, with an Italian theme and matching cuisine. It was bustling with people, but it didn't take long for Wanda and I to find my parents sat at the back waiting for us.

"You gonna be okay?" I asked, glancing at her with a comforting squeeze of the hand.

"I've got you, haven't I?" she asked playfully, her accent thicker than usual as she spoke. And though she was joking, I knew there was truth to her words which sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.

"You're cute," I said with adoration, appreciating how lovely her eyes looked in the dimly-lit restaurant. "Come on."

Hand in hand, we approached my parents' table and I had hopes that tonight would go well. My parents weren't exactly intimidating – at least anyone I'd ever known hadn't got that impression – but I still worried for Wanda. Unlike her, I couldn't read minds, so I couldn't tell if she was actually looking forward to tonight or if she was just doing it for me.

"Y/N, you're here!" my mum exclaimed with a grin when she spotted me.

"I am," I said with a nervous smile, before motioning to Wanda. "And so is Wanda, my girlfriend."

"Yes, Y/N mentioned you would be coming," my mum said with a friendly smile, looking to Wanda, before motioning to the table. "Please, sit, sit."

I squeezed Wanda's hand gently before pulling out a chair for her. She smiled at me appreciatively before I took a seat beside her, facing my parents.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Wanda," my dad said with a nod. "Y/N mentioned you plenty of times when we'd call to catch up with her."

"You, too," Wanda spoke politely. "Both of you. Y/N told me that you're travelling the world, is that right?"

I leaned on my hand and glanced at Wanda, who shot me a mischievous smile. Quirking a brow, I mentally applauded her. Getting my parents to talk about their travels was an easy way of bonding with them – they would tell every server and customer in this restaurant about their travelling if they could. She'd cracked them instantly.

I'm just that good, milashka (cutie).

Trying not to laugh as her words echoed in my mind because of her powers, I leaned back into my seat and listened in as my parents went into a ramble about their ongoing adventures. This was pretty much how the rest of the evening went, as the four of us dined on expensive wine and delicious pizza. They seemed to be getting along well, with Wanda asking all the right questions and giving them her picture-perfect smile that impressed all the elders. Heck, she was even impressing me.

Naively, I appreciated how well the evening was going until my parents decided to talk to Wanda about her career.

"So, Y/N mentioned you're one of those Revengers," my mum remembered as we ate.

"Avengers," I corrected her, mildly embarrassed.

Wanda chuckled, glancing at me, before nodding. "Yes, I am. For over a year now, I've been working with them."

"Them being Iron Man, Captain America, the Black Widow...?" my dad asked, looking up as if trying to remember the rest, further embarrassing me.

"Those are the ones," Wanda quipped with a nod.

My mum hummed in response as my dad nodded before leaning back in his seat and eyeing Wanda curiously.

"I can't imagine your job is the safest," he began. "You protect people from threats, right? Keep them safe."

Wanda seemed caught off guard, but recovered quickly. "It's got it's... dangers, yes. But I can handle myself. I've got powers and I know how to use them."

"You do," my dad agreed, before his eyes flickered to me briefly. "But Y/N doesn't. She's just a regular human."

I set my fork down on my plate and looked to him calmly. "Dad, what are you saying?"

"No, it's fine," Wanda said reassuringly, resting her hand on my leg under the table. I grabbed it and held it as she continued to speak to my father. "Y/N doesn't have powers, you are correct."

"And dating an Avenger, I can imagine, must put a huge target on her back," he said with concern, and my mum nodded in agreement. "How can we be certain that she is safe?"

"Dad!"

"Your father is right, Y/N," my mum said, giving me a look, before her expression softened as she looked to a startled Wanda. "We're not implying that you're incapable, Wanda. We can clearly see that you care about our daughter. And you're a lovely person. You're pretty much perfect."

Wanda swallowed hard. "But?"

My mother frowned. "But dating you is bound to put our Y/N in danger. She could get hurt just for being involved with you, with your friends. She doesn't have powers to protect herself. And I can't imagine you're around her all the time to keep her safe."

As angry as I was at my parents for saying this stuff – even if they were saying it out of love – memories of the incident flashed to mind. They were right, but it was a risk I'd accepted when dating Wanda. What good was it doing by bringing this up now?

Noticing Wanda's silence, I spoke up instead. "I appreciate your concern, guys, but I'm an adult. I understand the danger I may be put in by being with Wanda. But I love her and I know that she is here for me if anything were to ever happen."

"We know," my father said, giving me a small nod. "We just thought we'd share our opinion anyway. It's been weighing on us for a while is all."

I sighed quietly. I couldn't exactly fault them for that.

"Anyway, never mind that," my mum said, setting down her fork. "Now that we've got that out the way, let's order some dessert, yeah? Our treat."

Nodding, I let my parents get excited as they perused the dessert menus before them. Instead, I looked to the quiet brunette beside me and saw how lost in thought she was, eyes focused on the table and stuck in a daydream.

With the hand that was holding hers, I patted her hand with my thumb to earn her attention. She looked up suddenly, questioning gaze falling to me. I frowned and quirked a brow, wondering if she was okay. She forced a smile my way, squeezing my hand reassuringly, but I didn't believe her. I also couldn't question it right in front of my parents, so I decided to speak with her later.

Dessert went by quickly as Wanda, suddenly, wasn't very talkative. I didn't know if my parents noticed, but I sure did and I felt extremely guilty. If I had known of my parents' concerns, I never would have brought Wanda to meet them tonight.

After the evening came to a close and we all stepped out of the restaurant, I expected to be going home with my parents since we lived together, but they claimed they had more plans together tonight.

"Wow, you guys have more of a social life than we do," I joked when they told me to make my own way home.

Wanda barely smiled and I felt bad.

"We'll be back in a few hours," my mum promised, before pulling me in for a hug. "Tonight was fun. A great final night before we leave tomorrow."

I returned the hug and as I gave my dad one, I heard Wanda thanking my mum for the lovely evening halfheartedly. After saying our final goodbyes, Wanda led me to her car in silence, giving me time to try and put some jumbled thoughts together coherently.

As she had been for the past hour, Wanda was quiet on the drive back to my place. Whenever I would glance in her direction, she'd be chewing on her lip and focusing on driving, though the blank expression on her face made me think that maybe she was distracted. It didn't take a genius to know she was thinking about my parents' words and I suddenly felt guilty for putting that all on her.

"I'm sorry," I blurted halfway through the journey. "I'm sorry for what they said. It wasn't fair of them, I know that. They just... they meant well, Wanda, they really did." I tucked my hands under my thighs, wincing as their words echoed in my mind. "It doesn't change anything though, y'know? We're still us. We're still okay. I don't want you to feel like anything's changed because it hasn't."

I paused, swallowing hard, and glanced her way. She didn't even look my way, still in the same position as she was before I started to speak. Looking back to the road ahead, I let out a disappointed sigh, figuring she wasn't in a talking mood. I didn't blame her, but I hoped she would have understood what I meant.

The remainder of the drive was like this, Wanda deep in thought and me huddled under an imaginary blanket of guilt. When we finally reached my house, she turned the engine off and I waited for her to say something, literally anything. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel mindlessly and I figured she was out of words for tonight.

"I'll ring you in the morning," I mumbled quietly, opening the car door. "If you want to speak, that is."

Leaving her there, I grabbed my bag and headed to the front door, but stopped when I heard her get out the car, too. Waiting, I turned around and watched as she approached me, eyebrows knitted in thought.

"Please say something," I said with pleading eyes.

She licked her lips, biting her lower lip so hard I'm surprised she didn't draw blood. Finally, she released it and looked to me with apologetic eyes.

"Your parents were right," she said.

I blinked with confusion. "What?"

She nodded, looking down at her shoes momentarily. "They were right, what they said. My life puts you in danger."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, crossing my arms. "I knew that when I got with you, but that doesn't change anything."

She gave a disbelieving smile. "Seriously? Y/N, that changes everything."

"No, it doesn't," I told her sternly, growing frustrated. "This is the stuff you sacrifice when you love someone."

She sighed, shaking her head and looking away. "You shouldn't have to."

"But I chose to," I said, clenching my jaw.

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" she asked, stepping forward and holding my hand. "The incident?"

"We said we wouldn't talk about that," I reminded her with a low voice.

"But you remember, right? When they took you and I wasn't there? They could've hurt you!"

"Shut up!" I told her, raising my voice. Pulling my hand away from hers and taking a step back, I continued, "Why are you saying that? You came! You helped me!"

"But what if they did something to you before I got there?" she snapped. "What if I hadn't got to you on time?"

The memories came spilling into my mind, escaping the locked box I kept them in. Tears burned the corner of my eyes as I tried to think about anything else.

"You remember how scared you were?" Wanda asked, frowning at me with exasperated eyes. "You couldn't be by yourself for weeks!"

"Why are you doing this?!" I yelled, clenching my fists. "Why are you trying to frighten me?!"

"Because you should be frightened!" she retorted, stepping closer to me. Her dark green eyes were swirling storms of rage as she added, "It could happen again!"

I shoved her away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance. Tears slipped from my eyes at the terrifying memory of what happened, what could have gone wrong, but I ignored them as I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Why the hell was she acting like this? Making me so angry at her for no reason?

"It's not even just that," she continued, jaw tensed. "How many times do I get hurt because of work and you get worried?"

"That's because I care about you," I muttered through stinging eyes.

"This will always be my life," she said, a hint of regret in her words as she looked to me. "I can't change it."

"I'm not asking you to!"

"Exactly! You're not! Which means you'll suck it up and stay with me and will live your life in constant concern for my well-being. It's not right."

I opened my mouth to respond because what she was saying was entirely stupid. But my emotions got the better of me and no words came out. Instead, my bottom lip quivered as I sucked up a breath.

"I need time to think," she suddenly said, anger disappearing from her voice and being replaced with an astute calmness.

My gaze snapped her way and through blurry vision, I watched her step back with her hands on her hips.

"So you can what – think about breaking up with me?" I said bitterly, and despite my anger, I didn't expect her to look at me with a softened expression, meaning my words were correct.

"Maybe it's better that way, Y/N," she said gently, eyes meeting mine.

I squeezed my hands together and tried to breathe through the pent-up anger that she'd caused, but the longer she stared at me, waiting for a response, the more I wanted to explode.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I muttered, scrunching my eyebrows together.

She pressed her lips together, looking away, and it only pissed me off more.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Wanda?!" I yelled. "You're quitting on our relationship because, what, you think I'm in danger? Well, news flash, honey, the worst already happened and I'm still here!"

She barely flinched as she avoided my eyes.

"You're a fucking coward!" I said, pointing at her. "If you needed an excuse to end things, you could have just said so!"

Breathing out, I wiped my tears away shakily. I expected her to argue back, to realise she'd made a mistake and regretted her words, but as I waited, I knew she was certain of her decision.

"Fine," I settled, brimming with rage. "Fuck off, Wanda."

Still, nothing.

Turning on my heel, I stormed to my front door and went through my keys with difficulty, hands shaking with anger. I heard Wanda's car door shut from behind me but didn't bother turning around. I clearly didn't need to as I heard the tyres screech against the road and knew she was gone.

Kicking my door with frustration, I found the key and opened up before heading inside and slamming the door behind me. How dare she break up with me because of something that I chose off my own back! She just gave up like we meant nothing to her, not even bothering to talk things out with me! And selfishly, she left me feeling pissed and resenting her more than I ever thought I would.

"What a bitch!" I shouted into the empty house, throwing my keys to the side harshly.

When they clinked against glass, I looked up and saw the vase of flowers Wanda had given me before dinner.

"The first and fucking last," I said dryly, before grabbing ahold of it and throwing it against the wall without thinking.

The glass shattered on impact, leaving a mess of water, flowers and small shards on the wooden floor. I looked at it, the brokenness resembling how my heart felt. As the adrenaline of my actions and previous angry words wore off, all that was left was hurt and pain and oh God, Wanda was gone. She'd left me. She'd given up.

I sank to the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest, and hugged them tightly. Stifling my cries, I dug myself into my knees and felt a pain in my heart. Why didn't she fight for us? Did she not love me enough? Was I not enough?

—

"You ignored the memes I sent you, I thought you died."

As Natasha pushed right past me and into my house, I blinked with disbelief.

"Sure, come right in," I mumbled sarcastically, closing the front door.

Following after Natasha, I found her making herself at home in the living room, plonking herself on the couch and pulling her feet up comfortably.

"You could have sent an emoji or something," she continued, giving me a knowing look. "They were some good memes."

"Well, forgive me if I wasn't in the mood," I said sourly, joining her on the couch.

Her playful smile faded as she picked up on my words. "How are you doing, sweetie?"

I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my elbow on the back of the couch, getting comfortable. It had been two weeks since Wanda broke up with me and in those two weeks, I hadn't been doing particularly well. I guess you could say I was still in a slump. A horrible, tiresome, angry, sadness-filled slump.

"I'm fine."

She pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to argue, but thankfully, she didn't. I was glad – the last thing I wanted was to prove that I was okay when, really, all I wanted to do was curl in a ball and suffocate under my duvet.

"I'm sorry," she said, resting her hand on mine. "If it's any consolation, I think Wanda made a huge mistake."

"Ah, so she told you," I said with a nod of realisation. I hadn't told Natasha the specifics of why we broke up, but clearly Wanda did. I guess it made sense – they were teammates. If anything, I was surprised Natasha still wanted to speak to me, instead expecting her to side with her friend.

"She did," Natasha answered. "And I think she's an idiot, but that's not my business. I just came here to make sure you were okay."

"Really? I thought you wanted to show me the memes," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.

She chuckled, slapping my hand gently. "That, too... but seriously."

My smile faded as I looked down, my finger playing with my trousers distractedly. "I'm not okay, but I'll get there." I began to glare at my trousers, my anger for the witch returning. "I have to be. Because she doesn't want me anymore... fuck her."

"I'd rather not," Natasha mumbled.

Though my anger was present, making me tense like it had been the last few weeks, I couldn't help but smile at Natasha's words. Then laughter bubbled from my lips and for the first time since Wanda left, I felt momentarily happy.

"I'm glad we can still be friends," Natasha said, making me look to her with a smile. "I know that you and Wanda are over now... but I still like hanging out with you."

"Me, too," I said in agreement. "Thanks for coming to check in. You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I did." She nodded before offering me a small, encouraging smile. "You're gonna be okay, y'know."

I wanted to believe her, but despite how pissed I was at Wanda, I still loved her. And I couldn't imagine stopping, though I knew I'd have to if I was to make it through this.

—

Getting over Wanda was a difficult process. Everything I felt was a mixture of resentment, exhaustion and misery because I missed her. I missed being able to call her when I saw somebody do something stupid in public; I missed kissing her when I hadn't seen her in a long time; I missed hearing her adorable accent first thing when I woke up after she spent the night; I missed her.

Two months followed the breakup and the only time I'd see her was when she'd dodge Anna's apartment upon knowing I was going to take care of her. I guess I was glad in that sense, as it meant I wouldn't have to deal with her awkwardly. But it also made me feel like shit because it meant she didn't care about me at all. Clearly our breakup wasn't affecting her like it did with me.

And it was definitely affecting me.

I was scrolling through Instagram one day when I saw a particular post on my feed from Natasha's account. Yeah, one of the Avengers had a private Instagram account. She gave me her username when she saw me on it one day and I remember being so confused to how she had it.

"I'm an Avenger, not a hermit," was her response, and from that day onwards, we followed each other.

So, I saw a post on her Instagram and it was some goofy photo of her, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. They were posing with exaggerated smiles as Natasha grinned up front; the caption said something about working long days, but I wasn't paying much attention as, naturally, my gaze fell to Wanda.

Just like everyone else, she had a playful, exaggerated smile on her lips like nothing kept her down, but what stood out was the sling around her arm and the cast underneath. It must have happened in a mission or something and it wasn't my business, but I couldn't help but worry. Was she okay? Was she looking after herself? I wanted to text Natasha and ask, but I stopped myself.

She'd broken up with me for this very reason. I wasn't agreeing with it, but for a second, I did see why she'd made her point. It still wasn't fair though. She didn't get to make that choice for me.

We weren't together anymore, I reminded myself. She broke up with me. It had been two months and I needed to let go. If she didn't care about me, why should I waste my time and energy caring about her?

Not letting it get to me anymore, I simply liked the post before continuing my scrolling. Though I knew that deep down, her face was imprinted in my mind and I still worried for her well-being.

—

The fourth month following our breakup was when I properly saw Wanda again, excluding the times she would duck out of Anna's apartment upon my arrival to care for her. It was also the first time since the breakup that Wanda made the effort to speak to me.

I was sat eating dinner on my day off when I got a call from the hospital nearby, interrupting my meal. The nurse was explaining how Anna had fallen over and hurt her back and was now in a hospital room. She was calling me because she thought I'd like to know since I was her registered nurse and carer. I was glad to get the call, immediately pulling my shoes and coat on and rushing over there to make sure she was okay. She didn't have anyone else apart from Wanda and I – it was no question I had to go.

Though, of course, I didn't really think about the fact that Wanda may be there until I saw her there. I also didn't consider the fact that I was wearing my pyjamas when I stepped in the lift and headed to Anna's floor. Too late now.

After asking the receptionist where Anna's room was, I found Wanda hanging around it outside the door. With only Anna on my mind, I approached her and tried to hide my panic. She spotted me instantly, stopping her pacing and looking to me with tired eyes and a frown on her face.

I didn't care that she looked worried, nor that she was holding up well since we last spoke in anger. I didn't care that she'd dyed her hair a reddish-brown colour, nor that she managed to pull off both that and the whole 'loungewear' look in a place surrounded by blinding white and blue. I didn't care that my heart ached when her green eyes found mine, nor that I missed seeing her so close and not in my dreams for once. I didn't care about any of it. Or, at least, I tried to tell myself that.

"What happened?" I cut straight to the point, stopping in front of her. "Is Anna okay?"

Wanda nodded instantly. "She's fine. She tripped over her dining room chair and hurt her back. The doctors just checked her out and said it's nothing too serious, but she won't be able to walk for a while."

I pressed my lips together, feeling the panic wear off at the sound of good news. Anna had always been more than just a patient to me and the last thing I wanted was to hear she'd hurt herself badly.

"Can I see her?" I asked Wanda, quirking a brow.

"Yeah, of course," Wanda said, before looking away awkwardly. "I was just waiting out here for you. The nurse said you were coming."

I chose to say nothing as I walked past her and into Anna's room, seeing the older woman laying on a hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. When she noticed my presence, she smiled at me and motioned for me to join her side.

"It's so good to see you, milaya (sweetie)," she said happily, as I stopped by her side, "but you didn't have to come! I'm not dying."

I heard Wanda enter the room behind me, but she took a seat on the chairs opposite the bed. Ignoring her, I smiled down at Anna and grabbed her hand.

"Don't say that," I told her gently. "Of course I'm here. You're my number one priority. I had to make sure you were okay!"

Anna waved her hand in typical Anna fashion. "I've suffered worse. I'm absolutely fine."

I knew it was best not to question her, so I didn't.

"I'm glad you're both here," she said, looking between Wanda and I, making me swallow awkwardly.

Since breaking up, I hadn't mentioned it to Anna, but she wasn't stupid and she'd clearly noticed that we weren't spending time together anymore. I didn't know if Wanda had told her, but if she had, Anna never mentioned anything. Like now, she simply looked between us both with a grateful smile, unaware of how awkward we felt.

Thankfully, the awkward silence was interrupted when a doctor walked in the room. After introducing herself, I asked if I could speak to her outside about Anna and she happily obliged. She told me about Anna's condition and how it would affect the way I cared for her, especially regarding her new medication, and I asked anything and everything to make sure she was truly okay. After being reassured that she was, I thanked the doctor and returned to Anna's room, only to find Wanda and Anna in a heated a argument.

I couldn't tell what had got them so fussy as they were bickering in Russian, sentences too fast for me to comprehend with my limited knowledge of the language. It got to a point where Anna began slapping Wanda on the arm, looking angrier than ever, so I stepped between them and pulled Wanda away.

"What the hell is going on here?" I interrupted, holding Anna's slapping hand down to the bed and raising a hand to keep Wanda at bay. I looked between them, seeing the frustration in both their expressions, and asked questioningly, "Well?"

Wanda said nothing, eyes avoiding mine as usual, so I looked down to Anna who was glancing between us before spouting off into another ramble in Russian, trying to grab Wanda so she could yell at her directly. To my annoyance, Wanda tried to push past me, yelling back, and I was unfortunately caught in the middle as I attempted to keep them from ripping each other's throats out.

Thankfully, their bickering came to a halt when an unknown voice called into the room: "What is going on in here?"

I looked to the door, following the mystery voice, and saw a young woman, maybe in her thirties, standing in the doorway and looking between the three of us with confusion. I had no idea who she was, though she seemed familiar. Judging from the confusion Wanda had, she didn't seem to know either.

"Sasha," Anna breathed out with surprise, and then I realised. That was Anna's granddaughter. "What are you doing here?"

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

[aftokrvteira]

late night (m)

pairing: eren yaeger/jaeger x fem!reader warnings: nsfw, riding, vaginal sex, choking, creampie, dom!reader. word count: 1.6 k

summary: eren has spent the whole day playing on his phone and you’re done with his bullshit so the only sensical thing to do is to fuck him hard to show him who’s boss.

It’s late and you’re tired. You don’t know why are you tired exactly, maybe it’s just because you were really bored through the entire day. A perfect saturday, wasted, all because your boyfriend is obsessed with a phone game. It was cute the first few weeks, seeing how excited he was, how involved he got, especially because you were the one who told him about the game in the first place. Now you didn’t even had it in your phone anymore. But Eren was addicted to it.

The entire day you just watched him play and cheer or get angry about it. You binge watched your shows, saw a bunch a youtube videos, scrolled through all of your social media pages and he was just there. Sometimes he would blow a kiss in your direction or pat your leg but other than that it was like you were alone all day.

You walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your hair. You put on your pajamas: a cute short and tank top set Eren himself gave you on your last birthday. You had your night-time cereal, brushed your teeth and headed to your room, while Eren stayed on the couch.

It was around 2 AM when you felt him lay down next to you. You were still looking at dumb memes to lull you and didn’t bothered to look at him.

“I barely made it” he said, triumphant. He was smiling and you just gave him a small smile in return “I won all the game rewards just in time...I almost shit my pants”

“That’s cool, Eren” you mumbled, putting down your phone and turning your back to him. He didn’t seem to get your unenthusiastic tone because you felt him scooting closer to hug you tightly. You felt his warm breathing right next to your ear and tried to move away from it “Please, it’s very hot in here”

“You wan’t me to turn the a/c on?” he asked. You shrugged and a few minutes later you heard the beep and the soft purring of the machine. You covered yourself with your blankets. “Hey, come here, I want to hug you” you sighed but still complied with him and rested your head on his chest. He smelled good, a mixture of laundry detergent and after-shave lingered on his skin. That’s right, you remembered. He did paused his stupid game to stay on the bathroom for three hours. It never took him that long to take a shower so, judging by the after-shave scent, you reached his face, noticing that his god-awful beard was finally gone from his face. He hummed when he felt your fingers “You like it?”

“Mhm”

“I also shaved down there” he said “You wanna feel it?” you giggled and gave him a gentle pat over his sweats. Eren gave you a gentle squeeze “You didn’t felt it”

“Of course I did”

“No, you did it wrong”

“Ugh, fine” you rolled your eyes and managed to slide your hand under his pants and feel his clean balls. It was such a weird texture and you weren’t sure you liked it or not “There, I felt them”

“And?”

“It’s okay? I guess?” you wanted to get your hand out of his sweats but on your way out you felt something else “Are you seriously getting a boner?”

“He’s just saying hi”

“Why do you have to be so horny all the time?”

“I’m not, he just wants some good night kisses” Eren grabbed your hand and placed it over his hard on. You thought about it for a few seconds. It wasn’t like you weren’t in the mood, you were, of course, but you were also kinda mad at him for ignoring you the whole day. In the end and to avoid an argument between you two, you leaned down as he pulled down his sweats. You could barely see his dick in the dark, but you managed to pepper the tip with soft kisses that made him chuckle. You stroked his length up and down with your hand for brief seconds and then just licked the tip, introducing it into your mouth to lazily suck on it, bobbing your head up and down. You heard him sigh as you took it out of your mouth and slapped it against your tongue before sucking on it again. “That feels good, babe...” his fingers ran through your hair and before you could so anything he held your head in place and started thrusting his hips into your mouth with a steady pace. You tried to relax your jaw but that night your gag reflex was being really annoying. You pulled away with your eyes filled with tears.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded and kept stroking his cock. He ran his fingers up and down your back “I was wondering...” Eren’s voice was soft as a whisper “I’d like you to ride me”

You thought about it for a few seconds. You were tired but you were also horny. Tomorrow morning he would be gone because he spent his sundays with his friends. There wouldn’t be another shot to ease your wants until next weekend. You got off the bed and took off your shorts, climbing on top of him. You were already wet and his dick was slick due to your own saliva, so it slid inside of you fairly easy. Eren placed his hands on your hips as you started to move them, slowly, adjusting to his size. You bit your lip, leaning forward to place your hands on his chest. That was the only thing that you wanted the whole day. The time to enjoy yourself and to be the center of his attention. You didn’t realized how much you needed his cock until you felt it twitch inside, filling you up just right.

You started to move your hips up and down, feeling how his dick was going in and out. You were in control this time, not him, and this realization made you even hornier. Eren was always pretty dominant during sex, he controlled your orgasms, your moans... But now you were, literally, above him. He lifted up your tank top to free your breasts and you shuddered when his hand cupped them and started to play with your nipples. Instead to surrender to his touches, you leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs getting out of his reach. The darkness was enough to just figure out the other’s silhouette, but other than that, you couldn’t see his face. You could only hear his soft moans and grunts, along with the wet sounds your pussy made when you moved against his dick.

At times you increased the pace of your hips, trying to feel him as deep as you could and when he hit your cervix you let out a loud moan only to slow down and start again. His fingers digged into your soft skin and sweat was starting to run down your forehead and nape.

“Babe, you’re amazing” you heard him sigh and you smiled, running your hands over his chest.

“Yeah?” you asked, leaning in for a kiss, tasting his tongue against yours. You rolled your hips and he let out a groan “You like how I’m riding you?” you bit his lower lip, sitting straight on top of him. Your hands were just over his clavicles and you tried to imagine his face. You thought about his flushed cheeks, his mouth and soft lips, parted, waiting for another kiss...something inside of you was deeply turned on and you wrapped both of your hands around his neck as you practically bounced on top of his cock.

Eren started moaning as you never heard him before and the sound mixed with the wet slaps of your ass smacking his thighs made you feel over the edge. Maybe this was what really turned Eren on. The power of being on top and to handle you as he pleased. You never thought about it enough but with this one taste you declared yourself addicted.

“You wanna cum, baby?” you asked. He whimpered and you caressed his cheek until you reached his hair, entangling your fingers with the brown strands to tug it back “Speak, Eren. You wanna cum?”

“F-fuck...” he stammered, trying to hold you in place but his hands couldn’t stop you. Your walls clenched around his cock and you could feel him twitch inside of you. With a devilish smile you leaned to kiss his neck and moan into his ear, leaving soft bite marks along his skin.

“Next time you spend your time with a fucking game” you whispered “I’m going to fuck you senseless, you heard me? You’re mine, Jaeger, you hear me?” you rolled your hips and have him another hair pull. He gasped “You hear me?” he nodded and you gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

You placed your hands on his chest to start riding him with a faster rhythm, letting out shameless moans as your clit rubbed agains his skin, making your belly tighter and tighter. Eren was moaning as well and with one last deep thrust you felt him cum inside. His hot semen covered your walls and you felt it starting dripping out of you. He was panting softly but you weren’t done. You kept moving your hips against his over sensitive dick, to bring him to the delicious point of overstimulation. He was trembling under you.

You brought one hand towards your clit and started rubbing it furiously, still with his cock inside of you.

“Oh, god, y/n, god...” he moaned. You didn’t stop until you felt all of your body stiffen and then explode with an intense orgasm. “Fuck!”

You plopped right next to him, panting softly. He was silent for a few moments.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Ignore me again and you’ll find out.”

[machinegunbun]

Benanigans

Word count:1.4k

tw?: smut including semi public sex acts

A/N:this was originally posted in response to an ask but something happened and it got deleted so im reposting it here for now. Enjoy!

The sound of laughter faded back into earshot as you made your way from the kitchen to the living room, taking your seat at the bar behind the couch. Amy and Casey were sitting on the couch in front of you with Pete on the chair directly across from them. They were all enveloped in a conversation that jumped from topic to topic. You weren’t entirely interested, only half listening as you allowed yourself to zone out and enjoy your snack.

In hindsight it probably would’ve been best to stay checked in, considering when you zone out your mind tends to wander to things a little less than appropriate. Thoughts of messy kisses and slow touches filled your mind and you quickly realized you’d been staring at Pete. It was a lot easier, after all, to imagine him doing those things to you when he’s sat right in front of you. He notices you staring, his eyes flicking from his sister up to you. A smirk spreads across your lips as an idea pops into mind.

You pull the skin of your banana down a bit more, sliding the tip in your mouth, making sure to look him right in the eye. There’s a small smirk on his face as he shakes his head in disapproval, looking back at his sister in an attempt to not give you the attention you so desperately wanted. But he couldn’t help but look back up every few minutes, watching as you took more and more of the banana into your mouth. At first he had figured it was a joke, just a harmless joke about something vaguely resembling a dick (his favorite kind of joke), but it had become clear that you were genuinely attempting to seduce him right now.

You maintained the intense eye contact, sliding the banana in and out of your mouth once before taking a bite and hiding the smile that was fighting to get out.

It was kind of amusing, but also kind of hot. Okay, maybe not the banana licking, but rather doing something dirty that you know you shouldn’t quite literally right behind his mother and sister’s back. Or maybe it was the insinuation behind the banana licking that caused the reaction happening in his pants. He couldn’t tell, all Pete knew was that he was wearing sweatpants. Loose sweatpants, at that, that would do him no favors in hiding the ever growing arousal in his pants. He casually grabs the throw pillow that had been supporting his back and shifted it into his lap, trying to continue the conversation without raising any suspicion. 

The conversation eventually ended when Amy and Casey stood up and walked to the kitchen, bringing their cups and the question of what dinner would be with them. You discarded your banana peel in the trash before taking a seat next to Pete.

You sat in silence for a moment, your head resting on his shoulder, when you placed your hand on his upper leg. He lets a breath out through his nose, knowing exactly where you’re going with this. Pete was not amused when you began rubbing slowly, determined to replace his last boner, which was now long gone, with a new one.

“You’re not jerking my dick in front of my mom and sister.” Pete says, grabbing your wrist to halt your actions

“I’m not the perv who got hard when I was trying to eat my banana.”

“Oh, please. You weren’t eating it, you were blowing it. I think I saw some cream slip out the top somewhere between you deep throating it and taking your first bite.”

“The banana I was eating or the one in your pants?” You ask, continuing to rub your hand over his hardening dick

“Seriously, they’re right in the other room we can’t.”

“I’ll stop if you fuck my hand,” You offer up, you see him hesitate as he tries to decipher whether or not you’re serious “they wont hear anything as long as you’re quiet. Plus, which would you rather, me dealing with it now and them never knowing or them walking in here and seeing you with a boner next to your girlfriend in the family room.”

“I’d rather them not walk in on my girlfriend giving me a handjob.”

“If they do you can just blame it on me,” You say, reaching into his sweats and wrapping your hand around him “after all, I am what caused it.”

He let out a breath, glancing behind him into the kitchen to make sure no suspicion had been raised before he slowly began lifting his hips into your hand. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to fully acknowledge the situation at hand. The situation being that he was letting you jerk him off in the family room of his shared house while his sister and mother were barely a room away.

“Uh, kinda dry.” he says, opening his eyes momentarily to look at you. You glance at his lips for a second, thinking about what you should do to solve the problem. Decisions, decisions, should you spit on your own hand or make him do it? Or should you make him spit in your mouth and then lick your hand? All good options, but you thought you’d finally find what you’d settle for.

You lean in so to Amy and Casey it would look as if you were getting a kiss, but opened your mouth as Pete grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger and spat in your mouth. You had to stop a sick smile from crossing your face as you bent down and began sucking him off with a mixture of his spit and yours. The whole situation was seriously heating up and anyone could tell that you were both getting impatient. You could still taste his cock in your mouth as you came back up, glancing into the kitchen.

“You’re fucking sick.” He whispers

“Achoo.” you say, clearly pleased with yourself.

You realized that to get the length of his dick through your hand he had to buck his hips up off the couch, so you decided to help him by stroking along with his thrusts. You really hoped there was nothing on your face that would give away what was happening, although you could feel the warmth on your cheeks which meant you were definitely blushing. It’s okay, you told yourself, blushing can mean a lot of things. Just as long as they stay over there everything will be fine.

Your head flicked over to the kitchen as you overheard them talking about what to have.

“We could just get out?” Amy offers up

“Yeah, if everyone else wants to.” Casey responds

“I’m okay with it, what do you guys think?” Amy inquires from her place in the kitchen.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me. Maybe applebees?” you agree, speeding up your actions and focusing on his tip, A small moan slipping past his lips as you do. Pete’s mouth hung open, his breathing heavy and his hips bucking forward into your hand. You couldn’t believe the sight in front of you, it was seriously something straight out of a porno and it was so, so hot. 

“Hm? You want something else, baby?” You ask, tone as innocent as ever “What would you like?” Pete turns his head to glare at you, trying his best to muster up a response.

“No, that's fine.” He finally manages to get out, his voice clearly straining.

“You feel alright,hun?” Amy asks, concern lacing her voice. For a moment you were worried she would walk over to check on him, but Pete in a moment of genius quickly wrote it off as a stomach ache. Good thing, too, because you could tell Pete was getting close. His hand gripped at the couch and his jaw clenched as he struggled to keep it together. You felt his dick twitch in your hand as it occured to you that you had nowhere for him to cum. You tried to think quickly about what to do. I mean you couldn’t very well just sit on it, but his sister and mom were looking at you now and would notice if your head dipped down so you couldn’t swallow it either. Try as you might, it was a time sensitive option and the clock was running out, so you pulled his underwear up over his dick and continued stroking him. He finally exploded, his orgasm soaking into his underwear,  Pete struggling to disguise his moan as him clearing his throat.

“Actually guys, maybe we shouldn’t go out. I think Pete might be coming down with something.” You say