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lamnwar · 1 year

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KNB boys getting caught with their s/o? Specifically Kagami, Kise and Aomine.

getting caught doing what hm? 🤨 jk jk!! that's a very fun request I really enjoyed writing these hcs so thanks for the request babe 💕💕 (also sorry took me so long but coming from me are we surprised lmao)

MDNI 18+

GETTING CAUGHT // KNB Headcanons

Context: what if you and your boyfriend get caught in action, huh? All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Pairings: Kagami + Kise + Aomine x gn! Reader

Warnings: nsfw (obviously 😭)! mention of sex (penetrative and oral), exhibitionism, public sex (kinda), more crack than sexy tbh but still!

KAGAMI

Ok first, let's preface by saying that it really is not like Taiga to take the risk of having sex when he knows you guys might get caught

He really tries his best to conceal his needs till you can find a place with enough intimacy to proceed

But sometimes, he really can't help it, you know?

And it's kinda on you for tempting him too! You know the guy gets riled up easily so maybe you did it on purpose now... didn't you?

(In other words, it's a 100% your fault oops)

Anyways, long story short, you got him so turned on that he had no choice but to drag you to the closest room with the very clear intent of being burried deep inside you

He's midway through restlessly thrusting into your tight little hole and he's so lost on the feeling that he doesn't even realize how loud the both of you are

There could be a whole party going down, y'all would still be heard

And it doesn't take long for someone to walk in on you bend forward, Kagami's fat cock drilling into you with so much fervour

Neither of you realizes that someone's there till they make themselves heard

A string of "oh my fucking god, I'm so sorry!!" getting the both of you to look at the door with wide eyes

And Kagami is so stunned on the moment to even think

Under the surprise, his first reflex is to hide his dick completely inside you, getting a surprised yelp out of your mouth

And when it hits that you guys got caught, he goes flushed red

Given that the person catching you isn't a perv, they close the door rapidly after but Kagami is still under total shock

He doesn't move for a while, and you have to bring him back to Earth

So here you are, Taiga's dick deep in your guts, trying to move to get him to react or something

"Uh... Taiga? What-"

When he finally snaps out of it, he hurrily gets out of you, quite to your displeasure though

And it's when you grab him and pull him back to you that he realizes that you have no intention to stop, despite getting caught

"They already know anyways, doesn't change a thing"

KISE

Definitely the one that got you in that situation in the first place

LISTEN there's no way he's not gonna use his charms to get you to follow him in his ministrations

So he just had to bat his pretty eyelashes and tell you the right words for you to accept the position you're currently in

Meaning split in half by Kise, as he lets out the prettiest moans ever, like there's not a whole crowd on the over side of the wall

It doesn't take long for people to notice what you two are doing

But that doesn't stop Kise, oh no haha

He's a showman of sorts, so it doesn't bother him that to the surrounding, it is clear as day that he's fucking you senseless

Only when someone actually shows up to tell you to stop does he care

And not because he minds being seen in such position

Mainly because you seem very embarrassed that you've got caught

Kise would argue that you are at your hottest when your face's flushed, hair disheveled, body contorsioned to accomodate him in between your thighs, but that's Kise's very biased opinion

To a stranger, it's a rather scandalous sight so it's very likely that you'll hate being in such predicament

Lucky for you, Kise talks the way out of trouble for the two of you

But you still urge him to leave the place and go to somewhere we're it's actually acceptable to have sex

(He loves you so much and is so needy for you though, he can't even stand the drive back home, he'll go back deep into you in the car itself <3)

AOMINE

Alright for this one, if you're wondering how you ended up having public sex, the answer is rather simple

Daiki and you are just super horny and can't keep it in your pants (sorry 😔)

It's really in the heat of the moment y'all figured that nothing mattered

Not even the fact that you're giving him head in a very public space

He's just so tempting, you know!!

And he's been looking at your lips for the past hour, so you should have known that he'd end up begging for you to suck his dick

So you just found the first place where you could get on your knees and didn't hesitate twice before getting him out of his pants

Now here you are, sloppily giving him the best head of his life with a bunch of strangers around

I'd like to say that neither of you are exhibitionist but this situation is somewhat super hot

(Again, y'all are just super horny)

Anyways, doesn't take long for you two to get caught and nearly cause a heart attack to whoever sees you

Thing is!! Aomine has no intention to stop

You neither, by the way

You're both on a mission to make him cum so you're not stopping

Instead, you pick up the pace, till he finally snaps and cum down your throat

Swallowing it all because you shouldn't leave any trace!

Once that's done, you do apologize to your surrounding

Takes a couple of hours for you two to realize what you've done and that it's lowkey a public offense

Promise that it won't happen again but Aomine really can't help wanting you anytime and anywhere :)

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canadianfangirl-95 · 4 months

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Benny Miller- Sugar Daddy edition

Chapter One!

Summary: Your gym crush becomes unmanageable when he is suddenly thrust upon you as your new boxing trainer. After a drunken hook up at a night club opening, you begin to explore your feelings as you continue to learn new and exciting things about him.

About: Continuation of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection. See Frankie’s story or original teaser post for more information.

Characters- Kayla and Tasha are undescribed, so you can imagine them as your own friend group.

Chapter Warning: 18 + minors, DNI, age difference, reader is early 20s, Benny is late 30s, swearing, alcohol, violence (boxing), making out, grinding (dancing)

Chapter Word Count: 4k+

“Duck!”

Your attention suddenly turns to the padded boxing glove coming right at your face, it collides just seconds later with your right cheek, sending you bent over onto the boxing ring mat.

“Ooo, that looks like it hurt.” Your friend Kayla mutters into her fist, leaning on the ropes of the ring.

An outstretched hand reaches down to pull you back up, you accept it begrudgingly, knowing it was your own damn fault you ended up down here.

Your face was met with your trainer, Carlos when you stood up straight. He was in his forties, but you’d never know. He had short black hair and a stiff jaw, his arms adorned with tattoos. He had been training you for a while now and offered a sort of big brother relationship you hadn’t had before.

“What’s with you? Your attention has been all over the place tonight.” he said, peeling off his gloves.

You looked down at the mat embarrassed, “I don’t know, just got distracted. Come on we don’t have to stop; I promise I’m in it.” Bouncing on your feet you tried to engage him again while the throbbing in your cheek started to grow.

Shaking his head, he replied, “I’m not trying to hurt you, we’ll stop here, and you can do some cardio.” He collected the rest of his training supplies in his bag and stepped out of the ring.

Slumping your shoulders forward, you walked over to the corner where Kayla was leaning on the ropes, standing on the floor below the ring to take off your gloves.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

You shrugged, “It was nothing, I just lost focus for fucking what, two seconds? It happens.” But that wasn’t the truth, the truth was that you were distracted by him again.

You don’t even know his name, just see him in the gym all the time, either working out or training other boxers. You sipped from your water as you casually peered over to the other side of the gym to the mirrored wall. He was standing in front of it lifting weights.

Tall, dirty blonde hair, muscles flexing out of his Army t-shirt, a bit of scruff and the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He had a tattoo of an army man on his right shoulder that made you swoon. He was so handsome it made your core ache just watching him lift weights.

You couldn’t even fathom the idea of talking to him. Just looking at him made your knees weak. You imagine to yourself how easily he could throw you around with those big strong arms, and how badly you wanted to run your fingers through his hair.

Once again, you and Kayla found yourselves at the gym down the road from the University of Kentucky. They had an agreement where students got free membership, so you only had to pay for the training. The room had dark green paint and motivational sayings all over the walls. It was part of a big organization, but the employees worked really hard to make it a personal experience. There was a long wall of mirrors with weights for people to lift facing and every exercise machine you could possibly think of. You both made your way to the far back corner where a boxing ring is set up.

You tossed your gym bag up onto the mat and climbed in, adjusting your sneakers before standing up and placing your bag on the stool in the corner. You glanced around the room, looking for nothing really, you knew you wouldn’t see him here today as you had somewhat learned his routine, but you couldn’t help but hope you might catch a glimpse of his t-shirt being pulled tight across his chest.

“You know you should really just talk to him.” Kayla said pointedly, fiddling with your roll of athletic tape that you tossed on the mat as you tried to collect your things.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, “Who?”

She rolled her eyes, “The hunky guy you’ve been staring at for months.”

“Oh, you uh- noticed that?” You ran your hand through your ponytail and leaned on the ropes so you could speak quieter to her.

Nodding, she replied, “Mhmm, and I really think you should take a shot.”

“Girl, have you seen him? How old would you think he is?” You jousted back at her, growing frustrated by her intrusion.

She pursed her lips and smiled, “Well, if this were One Tree Hill I’d say he’s old enough to be your dad-,”

“Exactly, fuck.” You exclaimed.

“Which, is pretty hot if you ask me.” She smirked.

You leaned forward and grabbed the tape from her. Ripping off a piece and strategically wrapping it around your knuckles you commented, “It’s a good thing I didn’t ask you then, did I?”

She scrunched her nose and gave you a smug look, to which you flipped her off.

“Hey, I’m just saying, you and Mike have been broken up for 4 months, your grieving period is over and now it’s time for you to have some fun. Like having a dirty, depraved hookup with a guy you have no business being with. Like that guy I hooked up with after the St. Patrick’s Day party.”

You rolled your eyes, “If that guy is the standard I’m looking for I think I’m happy being celibate.”

“Hey, he was cute!” She swatted your leg through the ropes.

You nudged your leg back at her, “He had a handlebar mustache and was wearing cut off jean shorts so don’t even start with me.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing your own workout? You don’t have to spend your whole time here watching me train.”

She hummed, “Yeahhhh, but it’s also more fun to bug you. Plus, I’m not really here for the whole exercise thing, just for the eye candy.” She said as she scanned the gym intently.

You giggled to yourself as you finished putting together your tape and gloves.

Suddenly her eyes widened and reached back to swat your leg again, “Speaking of eye candy.”

You followed her gaze and saw none other than your crush talking to the receptionist at the entry way. You bent down, “What the fuck is he doing here today? He never comes on Fridays!”

She shook her head, “I don’t know, but- um he’s walking in this direction.” She quickly turned her back to him and gave you a shocked expression.

“What!” You quietly exclaimed. “No, no, no why is he coming over here?”

She waved her arms casually, “Just calm down, no need to panic. He probably just needs something in this general area. No reason to think he’s coming over here.” You nodded, shifting your gaze to find that he was still on a path towards the ring. “But I mean if he was coming over here. You could finally talk to him.”

“Not happening! I am perfectly content staring at him from a distance and imaging what his bicep would taste like thank you very much.” She giggled at the mental image you just tossed into her head.

You glanced above her head and realized he was definitely walking towards the ring and was now trying to make eye contact with you. You muttered to Kayla, “No, no, no, no, no-,”

“Hey.” he said with a wave as he reached the outside of the ring beside Kayla. He was wearing a grey Under Armour t-shirt that was so tight the arms sat snuggly on his biceps, with navy gym shorts and running shoes.

You flung up straight, “Hi.” Kayla gave you a little thumbs up from the side of her body he couldn’t see.

He tossed his bag through the ropes and climbed up, “You must be Carlos’ 4 o’clock?”

Nodding, you hummed, “Yep.” Slowly backing into the corner of the ring.

“Great, I’m Benny. So, uh- bad news. Carlos had to go home to Honduras for a family emergency, he’ll be gone for a few weeks at least. So, I promised I would take over his sessions until he returns.”

Your eyes widened; he’d be training you? Oh no, this is not good you thought. “Oh, sorry to hear about Carlos. That sounds like a lot to take on, don’t you have your own clients? I could always just take a few weeks off.” You said brazenly, trying not to be too flustered.

He shook his head, “No, no it’s fine I promise.” His smile was so bright you could’ve melted under its shine. “I’m happy to help, I just had a client transfer to a different gym anyway, so I’ve got the time.”

“Really? Because that seems like a lot to take on.” You choked out.

“I’ve got the time.” he stated, resting his hands on his hips, and grinning at your flustered state.

Kayla chirped in from below you, “He’s got the time.”

You glared down at her, and she winked.

Clapping his hands together he began putting his boxing mitts on. You feigned a smiled and turned to Kayla who was still beaming from the interaction.

You chugged your water, your mouth had gone completely dry during the interaction and finally stepped towards the center of the ring.

After getting himself prepped he met you there. “So, Carlos said you’re not training for professional fighting, just for exercise, right?”

Nodding, you pulled your lips tight. “Yep.”

“What got you interested in boxing?” He asked.

You shifted your stance, “Um, just uh- wanted to be more active and I find the machines boring.” You lied through your teeth.

He nodded, “Alright well let’s see what you got.”

The hour was excruciating. Both from the work out, and from how your heart ached even more for him. The entire time he was nice and understanding and not at all condescending like some of the other trainers who had stepped in for Carlos. He has an enthusiasm about him that finally broke your resolve and made you laugh and smile throughout. You felt the want to impress him and really started focusing on the skills you had learned over the last few months. You bounced around the mat ducking his advances until you finally planted a jab into his gut.

He let out a grunt and slapped his glove onto his stomach, “Oof! Damn girl, that was sneaky. Talk about float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. You look like a bunny bouncing around on the toes.”

You smirked and knocked your gloves against his to close the session. “Thanks, you’re a good teacher.”

He removed his one glove to toss his hair back that had gotten sweaty during the session and was sticking to his forehead. You held your gaze far longer than you should have.

Benny collected his bag and turned to you, “That’s all I got for today, I’ll see you on Monday Bunny.”

“Okay, see you.” You smiled shyly. He offered you a large grin and nodded to Kayla as he exited the ring.

Once he was far enough away you fell to the mat and sat with your knees bent, leaning against the corner.

“Awwww, Benny and Bunny!” Kayla mewled.

You huffed, “Fuck, he’s got a lot of energy. I’m exhausted. He’s like a golden retriever. Just keeps going and going.” You panted.

Kayla leaned forward, “Yeah, can we keep him?” She had shit eating grin on her face and popped her eyebrows up and down.

“Fuck, no. I don’t need another dog.” You smirked.

She looked confused, “What other dog do you have?”

“You, ya fucking mutt.” You nudged her and her mouth gapped with a sarcastically hurt look on her face. “You’re enough to take care of, trust me.”

She shook her head, “Well, I think once Carlos is back you should see if he wants to go out.”

When Carlos gets back. Huh, you thought to yourself. You loved working with him, but Benny was something else. You almost didn’t want to lose your 3 hours a week where you would have his undivided attention.

The following Friday was your fourth session with Benny, each one better than the last. He was fun and bubbly and dare you say flirtatious. Even Kayla saw and quite frankly could not shut up about it.

You had just finished up your session when Benny crossed back over the ring to your corner. “So, what do you lovely ladies have going on tonight? Friday night, any big parties?”

Kayla and you glanced at each other before you replied, “We’re gonna go to that club opening downtown actually with a few other friends.”

His eyes lit up, “Gators? Oh, sweet I’m going too.”

Your eyes widened, “Cool, well maybe we’ll see you there I guess.”

“See you later.” He beamed with excitement as he left the ring once again.

You groaned as you entered your apartment with Kayla, who was skipping behind you.

Your other roommate Tasha perked up from her place on the couch, noticing your disgruntled attitude and how you rested your head between your crossed arms on the kitchen island, Kayla shimmying her shoulders beside you. “What’s her problem?”

Kayla bounced in her spot, “Her hot trainer Benny is going to the same club opening tonight.”

You groaned louder into your arms, Tasha squinted her eyes and drew her eyebrows inward, “And that’s a bad thing because?”

Your head shot up and you replied exasperated, “Because he’s so, so hot, nice and funny.” You paused, biting your lip, Tasha staring at you waiting for the boot to drop, “But he’s older.”

“How much older?”

“At least fifteen years I’d guess.” You said, tucking your head back down.

Kayla scoffed, “Can you just not count yourself out before you’ve even started? Geeze, Mike really did a number on you. Remind me to kick his ass next time I see him.”

You huffed a laugh into your arms. She continued, “Just, put on something sexy, try to have fun tonight and if you see him, just be yourself. Whatever happens, happens.”

“You’re right, I’ll try to have fun.” You said, pulling your head up begrudgingly and exiting for your post work out shower.

Loud country music filled the room as crowds of people danced along. You glided through, holding hands with your friends as you all tried to find a place to settle before grabbing some drinks. The room was a pretty typical country bar; dance floor in the middle, wood and western style décor with a mechanical bull on the stage, a big painting of an alligator with a cowboy hat on it on the wall behind the DJ booth.

Upon finding an open tall table to stand at, you and your friends leaned against it and scanned the room, bobbing your head to the music. You had done your hair and makeup nicely and had put on a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that showed off your curves with short red cowboy boots.

Kayla leaned in, “Does anybody want a drink now?”

You nodded with Tasha and her friend Chris. “I’ll come with you. What do you want?”

Tasha and Chris gave you and Kayla their orders and cash. You and Kayla sifted through the hoards of people to the densely packed bar. Kayla squeezed her shoulders between two guys while you stood sturdily behind her, trying not to get knocked around.

Your eyes flicked around the buzzing room, looking for Benny. You weren’t sure if you would even talk to him if you found him, but it still made you nervous at the thought he might be here.

Kayla turned to you, grabbing your attention back and she handed you two drinks before reaching again for the others. You and she returned to your friends and started drinking and getting into the vibe of the club. Eventually you all made your way to the dance floor after the drinks had started flowing and you let yourself forget about Benny and just enjoy the night.

You and Tasha were dancing along to the music when you suddenly felt unfamiliar hands land on your hips from behind you. You turned your head and were met with a man, around your height and age, plaid shirt to match the theme of the club, a brown beard and mustache with green eyes. Not unattractive by any means but not your type. You kindly stepped out of his clutches and danced beside him, rolling your eyes at Tasha. The man seemingly unaware of your rejection, followed behind you, moving his hands to your waist again and situating himself closely behind you. You stopped your movement and grabbed his hands, pushing him off you.

Turning to him you bluntly said, “No thanks.”

He crowded you again, which caused you to raise your hands in a defensive manner, “Oh come on baby it’s just one dance.”

Your face could not show more annoyance, but before you were able to respond, a strong hand latched onto the man’s shoulder, spinning him in his spot. You glanced over his shoulder, your eyes widened when you spotted Benny looming over the man.

“She’s not interested man, get lost.” he said, still clutching the man’s shoulder. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, light washed jeans with a few intentional rips and square toe boots.

Benny’s stature and attitude clearly did the trick as the man nodded nervously and stepped aside, disappearing into the crowd.

“I guess I owe you a thank you.” You stated nervously.

He smiled, “Don’t, the only one thanking me should be him. I’ve seen your right hook, and he probably would prefer he goes home tonight with his nose intact.”

You grinned, looking around you. Tasha had apparently exited sometime during the incident, and you were left totally alone on a booming dance floor with your mysterious crush.

He leaned forward, “Wanna get a drink?”

His eyes were so light and inviting, you swallowed deeply, willing your nerves away and replied, “Sure.”

Taking your hand, he led you through the crowd to the bar. He easily captured the attention of the bartender and ordered the two of you shots. He turned to you handing you the second shot, he had a devilish grin on his face.

You looked down at the liquid, not recognizing the colouring. “What is this?” You yelled through the music, pointing to the shot glass in your hand.

“Tequila!” he replied, popping his eyebrows up and down and shimmying to the music.

Your eyes bulged, you hadn’t had tequila in a while and last time you did you made some unfavorable decisions. You looked back up at the handsome man in front of you, waiting excitedly for your acknowledgement that you wanted to do the shots with him. You took a deep breath and held it up for him to cheers with. His eyes lit up and clinked his glass against yours, both of you downing the burning liquid swiftly. You both let out a huff and laughed to one another.

“You wanna dance Bunny? I’ve already seen your moves in the ring, but I wanna see what you’ve got on the dance floor.” he asked, shimmying his shoulders towards you.

“Aren’t you here with anybody?” You ask.

He shook his head, “I came here with my brother cuz’ he’s in town visiting from New York, but he just ditched me like 20 minutes ago. Doesn’t like clubs anymore, he’s like really old.” He said with a wink.

You nodded, suddenly feeling the effects of the tequila as your body became warm. “Sure, why not!”

He took your hand again and returned to the dance floor. The two of you bounced back and forth from the dance floor to the bar for an hour. Downing shots and dancing along to the country music that played along with the rest of the crowd.

Midnight struck and the DJ announced they would be switching the music to a more night club vibe.

The room darkened and the lights flashed as vibrant hip hop music boomed through the speakers. The people cheered and started bumping about, effectively pushing you into Bennys chest. You let out a meek sorry and tried to separate yourself from him.

He looked down at you, leaning into your ear to speak, “Don’t be.”

You met his eyes, they were dark. You didn’t hesitate when he reached his arms around your back, bringing you closer and slanting his leg between yours. You instinctively brought your arms up and wrapped them around his neck as you both started swaying to the music. No words were spoken, but your bodies clung to one another like your lives depended on it. He had his hands grazing gently along your back and hips, following your movement as you lightly grinded on his leg. Your eyes never strayed, each of you staring into the other with a burning desire that felt so questioned at the same time. Should you, shouldn’t you passed through your mind on repeat. You would surely survive if you held your resolve and refused yourself in your want to fall into his body fully. You still had at least a week of training with him before Carlos returned, and even then, you would still have to see him at the gym multiple times a week. If he didn’t feel a spark, if he didn’t want you longer than a night, you may not survive the ache that would bring to your heart as you had gotten to know him more in the last week.

Kayla’s words rang through your eyes, “Don’t count yourself out before you’ve even started.” How were you to know this couldn’t be the start of something. Maybe he isn’t just some guy in his late thirties who likes to bang college girls. Perhaps he does feel what you feel, and perhaps the risk would be worth it in the end.

As you toyed with your own emotions, Benny seemed fully decided, flicking his eyes between yours and your lips. He readjusted his hold on you, bringing his hands together on the small of your back and squeezing slightly. You both leaned in and after a desperate breath of desire, slotted your mouths together in an aching kiss. Wasting no time, he licked at your mouth, begging for entry to deepen the kiss. You obliged and the two of you fell into each other, hands grabbing at hair and bare skin. The rest of the room disappeared, all you could hear was your heartbeat and the intense breathing between the two of you as you gasped for breath between kisses. You felt your core start that unbearable ache and need to be satisfied. You squirmed slightly, trying to get a bit of friction on his leg and release some of the tension you felt building.

After what felt like eternity and no time at all, you broke the kiss and looked up at him, chest heaving, “Wanna get out of here?” you asked, timidly.

He grinned, “Fuck yeah.”

Benny took your hand and led you out the club, you were quickly able to shoot a look at Kayla as you passed, to which she responded with a big cheer and a crude gesture.

When you emerged from the hazy club, the liquor you had both been consuming began to overtake you as you stumbled towards a cab Benny was somehow able to wave down between his own hiccupped laughs at your imbalance. You slid into the cab and chuckled to him as you gave the driver your apartment address and he mocked you for the way your words slurred.

Once the cab pulled off the curb and began the quick drive to your place, Benny was back on you like a cat on a mouse. You held his face in your hands and laughed between mouthfuls of each other. He pulled your leg up onto his lap and ran his hand up your thigh to squeeze your ass through your skimpy dress. His poor excuse for facial hair tickled your neck as he lapped up every inch of exposed skin he could find.

The cab finally pulled to a jolted stop in front of your apartment, Benny reached into his wallet and handed the driver some bills, as well as an apology for the misconduct that had occurred in the back seat. He guided you out of the car and shut the door behind you.

You took his hand and led him upstairs to your floor. Upon reaching your door you paused, looking to him, your uncertainty taking over you once again, “Are you sure you wanna come in? It’s okay, if you don’t. We can just blame this whole thing on a drunken mishap and-,”

Before you could finish your self-deprecating rambling, Benny crashed his mouth back into yours. He pushed your body into the front of the door with his own and held your jaw with his hands. You were taken aback but accepted that he did in fact want this as much as you did, so you lifted your hands up to his elbows and stayed in the moment with him.

He slowly pulled his mouth off yours with a slight pop, his lips were already swollen and eyes stary. “Are you gonna let me in or you gonna keep trying to convince yourself I don’t want this?”

You swallowed deeply, and nodded, turning your body from his grips so you could unlock the door. It swung open and you fell into your apartment, dragging Benny behind you by the neck of his t-shirt.

His eyes stayed on you the whole time, while you kicked off your shoes, while you put your purse on the counter, while you fumbled with the lamp in the living room to give some light to the space.

The air between the two of you was electric as you met in the middle of the room, bringing each other into one last kiss before you break and take his hand, leading him down the hallway to the bedrooms. He smiled to you as you opened your bedroom door and followed you in. You prompted him to pass you and then reached up onto the front of the door at the sign hanging there. You grabbed it and turned it over to read “Do not disturb”, before kicking the door closed with your foot.

Next chapter

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midnight-vixn · 2 years

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Could you write a dry-humping story about Belphi or do one with all the characters. My mind and heart is racing after reading your stories!

Glad I could get your blood pumping anon 😌❤️ here’s a treat just because you asked so nicely!

gn!reader x Belphegor

Belphegor loves when you nap with him or stay the night. He loves to wrap himself around you and be the big spoon, he loves the way his face fits perfectly against your neck, he loves to have your back pressed firmly against his chest and he loves the feeling of your ass on his crotch…maybe a little too much at times.

You were nearly asleep, the soft mattress and dozens of pillows coupled with the warmth of Belphie wrapped around you was causing you to drift off quickly. You shifted your hips trying to settle in more and in the process stirred up the sleepy demon behind you. Your ass brushing against him just slightly, a soft groan into your neck and gentle buck against your hips letting you know he wanted more.

You tried to ignore it, to just let him be and take your nap, but that plan very quickly flys out the window. Belphie’s arms wrapping tighter around you, hands sliding up under your shirt, pressing his hips firmly against yours and groaning once more. A very soft “fuck” falls against your skin as he ruts against you some more.

You want to tease him but stop yourself, there’s a very fine line when it comes to teasing the seventh born. You get either a very submissive and needy demon or you awaken his dominant side and get railed within an inch of your life, it’s best to let the situation play out more before diving in.

Belphie adjusts himself, burying his face deeper against your neck, hooking one leg over your hip, grabbing at your chest repeatedly. He bucks into you at a rather slow pace but you can feel how hard he is already, his cock rubbing against your ass while he lets out short gasps and grunts. The way his fingers dance around your nipples instead of pulling harshly tells you he’s feeling submissive tonight, but rather than tease him you decide to entice him.

You reach one hand down and lower your shorts, leaving your ass on display. A very needy whine leaves Belphie as he watches his clothed cock rub against your exposed skin. “Is that better?” You gently tease. He only moans in response but you can feel his hot breath against your back as he moves to watch himself rut against you. His pace increases just slightly, quiet curses and bashful moans escape him as he watches the stain on his pants grow with each thrust.

“Want…more. I— haaa! Please!” One of his hands reaches down to pull at your shorts, you help remove them and expect him to slide into you immediately. Instead, Belphie pulls his waistband down enough to free his aching cock and slips in between your thighs. The precum that leaks from his tip now coats your inner thighs as he continues to rut against you, one hand gripping your waist and pulling you into him with each thrust.

“F-fu-uck…” His moans become louder, his pace becomes erratic, and he licks at your neck before leaving small kisses. He continues to fuck your thighs, his cock rubs up against your sex and his slick begins to mix with your own making it easier for him to move. You start to moan and grind back against him trying to get more friction when his cock grazes you, you reach one hand down to play with yourself and use the other to wrap around his cock.

Between your thighs and your hand Belphie can barely think straight, he needs more! He knows he won’t last long but he wants the real thing before he explodes. He rolls you over on your stomach and slows his pace to a soft grind, he rubs his tip against your entrance while he moans in your ear. He all but begs for permission so you grant his wish, after all it’s your fault for riling him up.

#obey me smut #midnight thirsts #obey me belphegor smut #obey me

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pobopolybius · 1 year

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Why does limbus tumblr want Sinclair to be a minor so fucking bad. He's a fixer. He's at least 20. You legally have to be at least 20 to be a fixer bc fixer regulations are strict as hell.

Is a young adult not allowed to have feelings or something? Or is the issue the fact he's a short man? Or maybe a combination of both? Sinclair is an emotionally volatile adult because his parents were killed in front of him not too long ago for reasons he considers his own fault. If your parents and siblings were murdered in front of you by someone you once were close to, that you considered your friend, I don't think you'd be so emotionally stable either for a good while.

Though also, despite his emotional vulnerability and wearing his feelings on his sleeve, Sinclair isn't helpless. It's a complete disregard for his development and Project Moon's writing to reduce his post canto iii self to being weak and helpless. He showed more than just a determination to get over his past and get over everything

He's not a sweet little innocent boy, he's a grown man with his own troubles and rage bottled up within him in ways one cannot even begin to process. He has hatred and resentment shoved so far down his throat he's forced to swallow it and make do with it, he's forced to process it when he's not ready to yet, because hey, at 20, you don't have the world at the tip of your fingers. You have just been thrusted out into the world to figure things out for yourself.

Sinclair, much like his book counterpart, had been thrusted into an adult world prematurely, and that messes with you even more. He had no guidance that we know of, he had no one to rely on or trust once Demian had left and Kromer had betrayed his trust. He's young, but young doesn't mean "child", people may call him kid, but Rodya calls Don Quixote "Chiquita" (little girl) as well. It's affectionate, it's a nickname, and by that logic, since Carmen refers to everyone as "child" in their uptie stories, would that mean that all sinners are underage?

#SORRYYYY INCOHERENT RAMBLE IM TIRED OF PPL MINOR CODING SINCLAIR

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ninigummysmile · 2 years

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 - 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐨

Summary: Jisoo can't stop spying and fantasizing about her new neighbor

Solo!Jisoo x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 751

Two months. Two months since Jisoo can't stop thinking about her new neighbor.

She doesn't know if it's a coincidence or not, but every time she looks out the window, you're there.

With the onset of summer, she could have the pleasure of seeing you start to wear shorter clothes, tight shorts, tank tops and even bikinis.

Jisoo knows that if she talks about it out loud it will sound like she's a pervert or a stalker. But, it's not her fault that every time she looks out the window you're there.

One night when Jisoo can't sleep, she opens the curtains and windows because last week the air conditioner broke.

She is about to lie down again when you appear through the window and, to her surprise, you are not wearing any clothes. Completely naked.

She can't stop thinking you're doing it on purpose. That you know she's seen you countless times. She looks one last time through the glass and you have already closed the curtains and turned off the lights.

Now fully awake, Jisoo lays down on the mattress and stares at the ceiling. As much as she tries to think of things that will bring her to sleep, her mind keeps returning to your completely naked body.

Sliding his hand down slowly, she takes off her shorts and is only in her panties. Jisoo starts running her hands gently over her body, imagining things that she knows will turn her on, which is basically you.

Feeling the thin fabric stick to her intimate area, she presses two fingers on top of the small wet puddle of her panties.

Moving up a little higher, she brushes against her clit and a muffled moan escapes her lips. Making small movements, she opens her legs a little wider and lets her mind wander over your body. How she wished it were you who were making her feel pleasure right now.

Removing her panties, she covers her pussy with one hand and lets out a long moan, she feels like she will explode at any moment, she is so excited and wet.

Going back to making small movements on her clit, Jisoo imagines everything she would do to you if given the chance. How much she would suck you until she couldn't take it anymore, how much she would like to see your beautiful expressions when you come, how wonderful it must be to hear you moaning her name.

Inserting two fingers at once into her entrance, she moves her hips incessantly, imagining you lying in her bed is an addiction Jisoo knows she won't be able to give up anytime soon.

She knows you taste good, she knows your skin is soft as clouds and your breasts are the best in the world to lay on.

With her moans flowing freely in the empty room, Jisoo makes circular motions on her clit with her free hand and adds just the right amount of pressure that makes her want to cry out in pleasure.

Her mind imagines all the names she would call you in bed, tell you how hot you look in every possible position, that you're a good girl after coming countless times, that you're a little slut for letting her use your pussy the way she wants.

Increasing the speed of her fingers, Jisoo knows it won't last that long and finally imagines what makes her cum every time: you lying in bed, all sweaty after several orgasms and showing her your beautiful pussy and telling her how well she makes you feel.

Curling her fingers, she reaches the g-spot and after two more thrusts, she comes deliciously into her fingers and moans your name several times as loud as she can, as if that will make you magically materialize in front of her to say how well she came for you today.

With her eyes closed and breathing returning to normal, she can't help but imagine how well she would take care of you after an intense and intimate night between the two of you.

She would prepare a relaxing bath and lay beside you, stroking your hair and saying beautiful words until you fell asleep.

But when she opens her eyes, she returns to reality and will have to clean up and change by herself.

She promises herself that the next time she sees you she'll try to start a conversation, but deep down she knows she'll stall and won't say anything like the other times.

#kim jisoo #Jisoo #kpop smut #blackpink #jisoo smut #blackpink smut #ninigummysmilesmut #jisoo x reader

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umm hello, i need your help... i havent read a fanfic in a few months and it's starting to feel weird coz i'm literally always reading but now whenever i open a new fanfic i end up skim-reading it and it feels like a dishonest thing to do

so could you please recommend me some angsty fanfic under 20k which are very gripping....

THANKYOU

Hello, anon! You're very welcome! This was an interesting challenge because I wanted to get you closer to 20k than super short ones. And for some reason the angsty ones I could think of are either short or over 20k. That being said, I knew I'd be able to find you some. (ALSO, I promise you that just skim-reading something is a perfectly fine thing to do and there's nothing dishonest or bad about it. Sometimes, we just find ourselves in a place where it's harder than other times to get into a story. That's no one's fault! I do understand the feeling of wanting to really get into a story though, so I hope these fics will do that for you!) I'll put the word count with these so you know how long these are and also I fudged the first one because I think it's JUST what you're looking for and it's just a little over 20k.

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove (E, 22k)

As Harry sucks lovebites into Louis’ neck, Louis hopes that one day those marks will cover the way he can still feel Alex’s handprints burned into his flesh.

As Harry’s nails drag scratches along Louis’ back, Louis hopes that one day the scabs on his heart will heal and drop away just like the scabs on his skin.

As Harry fucks him down into the mattress, the bed shaking with every thrust, Louis hopes that one day his mouth will forget the shape of Alex’s name, won’t trace it over and over as the heat builds inside him, won’t want to scream it when he comes. Maybe one day he’ll open his eyes, as he slowly floats down from his post-orgasm haze, and won’t expect to see Alex’s face smiling back at him.

But today is not that day.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

bonded by @juliusschmidt (M, 20k)

Louis cannot remember his life before Harry. He had one- Harry is, after all, two years younger than he is- but he cannot pull up even one memory that is not somehow intertwined with Harry.

the one where they are bonded, but it's not like that and they have to pretend like it is

No Easy Love (Could Make Me Feel This Way) by @allwaswell16 (E, 17k)

There’s never been anyone for Harry but Louis. He had always thought their love would last forever, despite society’s pressures on an alpha/alpha relationship. When Louis breaks up with him and moves to Chicago, he’s suddenly left behind to pick up the pieces of the life they once shared. Instead of moving on, he finds reasons to keep Louis in his life and in the process begins to piece together what went wrong.

Or an Alpha Louis/Alpha Harry au where they get a second chance to make things right with the love of their life.

You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax (E, 15k)

Harry doesn’t ever mean to hurt him; Louis doesn’t know how to tell him that it’s the only thing he ever does anymore.

Or, Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

give me things to stay awake by embodied (E, 10k)

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up. AU. It's been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

#ask #anon #angst #ficrec #embodied #jiksa #allwaswell16 #juliusschmidt #livelaughlovelarry

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the-musings-of-a-manga-reader · 1 year

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Majo Taisen

Majo Taisen - The War Of Greedy Witches

Do you want to watch women from history fight each other in skimpy outfits? Are you a fan of Record of Ragnarok? Well, do I have the series for you! Majo Taisen aka The War of Greedy Witches

It’s like Record of Ragnarok but worse.

I’m sorry that’s a bit too harsh. It honestly isn’t a terrible series and I quite enjoyed reading it even tho it has quite a few flaws.

In this series, 32 women from history are brought forth to fight each other in what is known as “Walpurgis”. These women are now witches with magic related to their desire, their greed. The winner of the tournament gets their desire, a wish, fulfilled.

Unlike Record of Ragnarok, the humans are pitted against each other and only one can win. However, like RoR, each time an opponent loses their soul is destroyed aka a permanent death.

Now what I think is the fatal flaw of the series is the main character Jeanne D’arc or better known as Joan of Arc. It’s not so much her character that I find a fault with, I actually quite like her. The problem lies in her being both the protagonist and one of the fighters. With her being the protagonist it can be assumed that she’s not going to lose, meaning the women going against her certainly will. She has a ton of plot armor and I don’t think this is a series where the protag would be killed off. In my opinion, because of this, the story loses some of its excitement.

I have two other smaller critiques:

1. The Outfits; while I get the skimpy outfits are “hot”, they’re not the most functional for a battle. Nothing is being protected. And honestly with some outfits I have no clue how they aren’t flashing everyone

2. The length of the battles. The battles are very short and so are each character's back stories. I do like that the battles aren’t quite as long as Record of Ragnarok, which can feel drawn on sometimes. But in this case, they almost feel too short. Same with the backstories, they only last 4 pages at the most. And I think because of that I don’t grow an attachment to most of the characters or get super invested in the fights.

Now onto some positives! What I do like is that the fighters are all women. Personally as a woman myself, it’s nice to see a tournament with all these women fighting and being strong and confident on their own not relying on any men. I also like the characters, I think they’re all interesting and have very differing personalities. It’s fun to see how the characteristics in this series were inspired by the actions and personalities of the real-life people. As of right now, my favorite is Tomoe Gozen cause she’s so cute! Hehe

One last pro is that there are multiple rounds. Record of Ragnarok has everyone only fight once, but with Majo Taisen, there will be a total of 5 rounds I believe. I’m curious to see how these future rounds will go since everyone has seen each other's magic. Meaning that they can prepare themselves for the fight rather than being thrust into a fight not knowing what the opponent can do.

This next part contains spoilers for both RoR and Majo Taisen as I’m going to talk about similarities.

Majo Taisen definitely seems to be inspired by Ragnarok. First, the cover designs are set up in a similar way. Both feature two of the fightsers on opposite sides of the covers. The name of the series between them in a rectangle shape

(Majo Taisen on the Right; Record of Ragnarok on the Left)

Parts of the stories share similarities as well. For example, the whole bringing dead people from history to fight in a tournament where if they lose their souls will be destroyed and they will no longer exist. The next similarity, that I saw was in Fight 3 of Majo Taisen. The winner of the fight wins by constantly lying and using fake outs, exactly like the winner of fight 4 in Ragnarok. Another noticeable similarity is in Fight 6, where one of the women’s magic focuses on probability and the one scene reminds me of one from RoR’s Fight 3 where Kojiro is able to predict Poseidon’s move. It’s not the exact same but it definitely was noticeably similar to me.

(Right is Majo Taisen; Left is Record of Ragnarok)

Now I actually do like that Record of Ragnarok has clearly inspired other mangaka to create series similar. I very much enjoy this genre. I'm hoping that with future chapters Majo Taisen improves itself and really tries to break away from under RoR's shadow. Caused of right now it truly does feel like a worse version of Ragnarok.

I do recommend checking it out, as long as you don't take things too seriously. It's available in English on the manga hot app

(I took the images from fan scans so shout out to the people who worked on them)

#anime and manga #manga #manga and stuff #manga recommendation #manga review #manga seinen #manga series #seinen #seinen manga #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #manga discussion #manga pics

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Grief Recovery For Those With Lifetime Worth of Sorrows.

inspired by a dull book of lost love and unrequited loves.

Love is an endless loop belonging to those who’ve found worth in reaching such goals. Love loses meaning and connection once no longer been given flame. If everything is stripped of imagination then there is nothing left but what is, Who is, and moreover the decisions to fan the flames.

For years worth of written books and life long stories told about love a definite theme has always been “love at first sight.” No one talks about how love actually forms. Where’s it comes from and how it’s learned.

In a childhood home where love is withheld it will cause trauma and an antagonizing amount of struggles into finding what love means to oneself. No one talks about the fear you face of rejection. Denial. Abandonment. It’s all a sheltered idea that affection will fix you. To combat this many people turn to a various multitude of ways to attempt to abandon the engraved fear of loving anything and the exception that it will be taken away. If we gather and array of people and ask what they fear most in loving. It’s that once it’s lost.

Soundly I can say that people will do what they must at the end of the day to protect the little they have and refuse to accept more if the chances of being harmed are greater. One should never fear for what is once lost will always return.

A lifetime of sorrows will change a persons perspective on love and loss. It will damage the mind and soul of someone who lacks motivation to continue forward. With a weak mindset and little to no goals of success.. and and absurd amount of self hatred, people would just rather give up in the face of loss instead of continuing with the glorious life they’ve been left with. This is not to torment those who feel lost in their demise.

A lot of people will grow with the constant thought of “God has failed me” and in truth that is an acceptable approach and I no longer think people should be forced to leave it up to higher spirits. The truth is if you’ve felt denied at every turn then you should construct an idea of how you plan on continuing growth. With some minor suggestions I’ve found that self improvement and talking kindly to yourself is helpful in remedy to the aches of life.

We call out life’s journey a climb of a horrid mountain that throws things at us without ever gracing us with a break and although that may be true in some cases more than other, we must learn to endure the growing pains that have been so violently thrusted our ways. It’s simple to say “let go” but what is letting go to the individual and what is that to the audience. Who to root for if biblically inclined. Who to cheer on. Who to become after trauma. In all honesty the path to healing is difficult and different for every person and sometimes sweeping secrets under the rug is much easier than admitting to the pain. We must submit to that pain and allow ourselves to grieve how we deem fit. But only for a short time. Else it will consume and to continue will be a misfortune unknown to all.

I lost my whole youth into growing up and taking care of others around me. Nurturing has always come easy though I’ll admit my faults in becoming someone’s mother who was not my child. In the dating pool I dated an array of men with mommy issues to attempt to remedy their aches while caring for the parts of me that were lacking in parental guidance. Love was an obstacle course that I was crashing through lover after lover to attempt to find what suited me. None held much worth until I found my opposite in every way. He who was nurtured and loved. He who was showered in the gift of life and because of that I have found myself in a torn spot of the unknown. I didn’t have to fix everything I simply had to exist in it and express my feelings and together we healed the parts of me that were less. Together we grew the parts of him that were more and we found peace in our relationship. The quite and duality of our relationship is a theme of give or take in a happy way.

When we found out we were pregnant happy could not begin to explain what we felt. There was love. So much love that we both knew we had to offer and we both knew that our home would be one away from what my family thrusted into me and one that was just generally happy. We made it to 27 weeks and 2 days before our sweet boy Micha was born still.. Everyday it hurts and everyday we carry it differently. We’ve been lost in our healing and because of our backgrounds we healed differently.

Love was lost and that was that.

Although.. Loving your partner through something traumatic is a choice you realize you have to accommodate for everyday after that loss. You must work on that love until it returns naturally. You never fully stop loving but some points you realize that empathy is lost and you care less about their feelings as you lick your own wounds. Some relationships don’t last during this due to fighting to get back on track since one is always on survival mode and the other is used to mourning at a normal pace. Take a deep breath during this and know that mourning, is for you as well and you deserve to cry with your partner. Not cry against them. Take time to speak beautiful into them and watch them reciprocate that same beauty into you. Loving should never be difficult if your willing to set your weight down and see that it’s not just you. You of course are your own personal healer and you rely on yourself alone, but you do not have to endure this alone. Love is something beautiful and if you can grasp the bits you still have for your partner, you can healthily work on the pain together.

A life time of sorrows strips you of everything normal people find normal and you have a wall built up for yourself. But lay down those burdens. You’re not a child anymore. You can talk about it and make a justifiable decision that YOU need to make. Hold on. It gets better even if you can’t find the light right away. You will.

God does not take away gifts like babies, there was something you needed to learn and although that may not be clear at this moment. You may learn that You have to let go of the life you knew to be the person you one day hope to be. And it’s normal to hate every ounce of everything you’ve endured since then.

You’ll find yourself after walking out of the self sabotage and torment.

You deserved that child and one day, you’ll have another and it will never replace that sweet baby in the beginning but you’ve found out by now, the heart grows. When we’re not looking. Ever so silently. It grows.

#winter baby #tw #trigger warning #stillborn #stillbirth #stillbirth and the after math

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50k-100k Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Being In His Possession (ao3) - valiantlybold steve/bucky E, 52k

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is nineteen years old, and he is about to make what might be the worst decision of his short little life.

But little by little, he comes to like his new place of employment, as well as his employer. Well... Maybe a little more than just like.

Countdown (ao3) - ShesLikeTexas steve/tony, pepper/happy, bucky/natasha E, 96k

Summary: Mob Boss Steve Rogers kidnaps Tony Stark and gives him 365 days to fall in love with him.

intentional hurts (ao3) - trickofthelights wanda/agatha, past wanda/vision E, 97k

Summary: "But if you want to continue bumbling your way towards the apocalypse, be my guest.”

Wanda, with agonizing slowness, inches toward awareness, absolution, and Agatha.

I've Heard That Song Before (ao3) - Pokimoko steve/peggy T, 95k

Summary: In the year since he broke free from HYDRA, Bucky Barnes has been trying to rediscover himself, searching for who he was in the words of history books and within the memories he is slowly recovering. While journeying through Hungary, he meets a mysterious old woman who promises to help him. He accepts, not realising that her idea of helping involves time travel.

He gets sent back to 1944, into the body of his younger self. Bucky, with no clear idea of how to return to the future, tries his best to rediscover the Bucky that Steve, Peggy, and the Howling Commandos know him to be, whilst also having to deal with a mission straight out of his worst nightmares.

Keeper (ao3) - HepG2 steve/tony E, 81k

Summary: “Uh, I’m… very new to the whole thing,” Tony swallows visibly. He uncrosses his legs and grabs his cup again. “I looked at pictures. Research. They look graphic.”

Tony Stark is a journalist hanging onto the last of his life lines. He needs new writing materials. Something that sells. Then the whole town is talking about a BDSM play gone wrong, and there it is. His story. Steve chuckles again. Tony notices he hasn’t touched his drink. “No worries. It’s very unlikely for us to take it up to that level.

It takes two to tango.

Leave Yourself Behind (ao3) - raendown sam/bucky T, 76k

Summary: “It’s a very long story,” he said.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The basic truth itself could be summed up real easy: that guy right there is me from the future and that’s his pal Sam, also from the future. All the details and the questions afterwards - only half of which got actual answers - that’s what really took so long.

When a version of himself from the future is brought back to the past right in front of him suddenly HYDRA isn't the most interesting thing in this war. But the more time Bucky spends with himself and the new companion who came with him, the more questions he finds himself with. How much time has really passed? How much can one man be changed from himself? Who is this Sam - and what will he grow to mean to Bucky?

Meet Me On The Darkest Night (ao3) - Cryofreeze steve/bucky, minor peggy/steve T, 70k

Summary: “I know you think it wasn't my fault, Buck...”

“You had to make a decision, there was no right or wrong choice.”

Steve blinked miserably at the stone step beneath his knees, grinding grit into his so-called uniform. “Maybe I'm not cut out to be a Commanding Officer.” He forced back a lump in his throat threatening to constrict his voice. “Or Captain America...”

~ ~ ~ ~

After the Howling Commandos' last mission goes awry, Steve questions his morals and self worth as a soldier... and as Captain America. He struggles to believe in himself and the man he thought he was, but being thrust back out on another dangerous mission gives him little time to choose between his own self-doubts or giving his all to save 1,000 prisoners of war from Hydra's clutches.

With the aid of Peggy Carter and the unwavering support of Bucky Barnes, they set out on a rescue mission inside the confines of a medieval fortress in WWII Europe. However, Steve isn't the only one to find the ghosts of the place crawl under his skin...

There's angst, action and an emotionally driven core to the tale of how Steve Rogers is forced to come to terms with what it really means to be Captain America.

Pretend We're In Love (The Heartache Still Hurts) (ao3) - InsaneJuliann rhodey/tony T, 51k

Summary: Rhodey's dad is dying, and what he's always wanted is for Rhodey to be happily married. Tony and Rhodey were best friends, and haven't spoken in years. But after a chance meeting at the airport, and a desperate, insane idea on Rhodey's part, they end up pretending to be engaged.

But how much of it is really pretend?

Seasons of Time (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness, britbrit99 steve/thor T, 56k

Summary: Thor hadn’t put much thought into what marriage and bonding might look like for him. The consideration only ever went as far as acknowledging that it was something that would need to happen, that was expected of him. He certainly didn’t ask questions or press for answers he was wholly uninterested in hearing.

Someday he would be required to court potential mates that would inevitably lead to marriage and, of course, bonding. He would be expected to have a child, at least one, preferably born with an Alpha designation, who he would then be expected to raise to take his place some many, many years down the road.

Someday, the time would come where he would need to conform to the role of King that he would eventually fill and that included the aforementioned expectations.

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (ao3) - SmolderingFlame steve/bucky E, 90k

Summary: Steve Rogers is the most dangerous man in Brooklyn. Bucky Barnes is the son of an abusive drunk who needs to pay off a serious gambling debt. Just so happens Steve has a thing for pretty brunettes with feisty attitudes.

Teacher what cha' gonna do? (ao3) - ArieHolmesJr steve/tony E, 82k

Summary: Steve Rogers is in his last year in college which means he will soon graduate. Unfortunately, on the first day he learns that he has a new Statistics teacher- who is an asshole by the way -and things quickly turn in a way he didn't expect.

the adventures of peter parker and shuri (ao3) - aceschwarz222 gamora/peter, pepper/tony G, 92k

Summary: T'Challa must spend two weeks at the Avengers Compound working on an agreement with Tony Stark in light of Wakanda opening its borders and resources. He brings along his sister, Shuri, who meets the equally nerdy Peter Parker.

Basically a bunch of short, fluffy drabbles about a fantastic friendship between two adorable dorks.

The Secrets We Keep (ao3) - Us_Alive pepper/tony, ben/may N/R, 79k

Summary: “Who are all these people?” Pepper looked at the crowd forming around them.

Tony flashed his million-dollar smile that always made Pepper melt. “Don’t worry about them Pep, it’s just business.”

So, Pepper let it go. She shouldn’t have.

Pepper's life was perfect. Tony was the perfect husband, gentleman and he made her feel like the luckiest woman alive. It was everything she dreamed of.

But she soon finds out Tony's biggest secret. So she hides her biggest secret by running away. Problem is, Tony is not about to let her go.

The Ties That Bind Us (ao3) - Winterturtle pepper/tony T, 74k

Summary: Peter Parker is ordinary high school student, living alone in apartment in Queens. He doesn’t see his parents very often due to their work. However, his life turns upside-down when Tony Stark, the most feared and powerful man in New York, gives an order to kidnap him to use him as leverage against his parents to get one of his people back. Parker luck strikes in the worst possible moments, events from the past surface and secrets are revealed, changing everybody’s lives.

Now Tony needs to learn how to be a dad. What will Peter do once he learns the truth of his true parentage?

This Is How We Learn (ao3) - sadsongssaysomuch steve/bucky E, 53k

Summary: The year is 1986 and Steve Rogers is a scholarship student at Lakewood Academy, a school for students gifted in music, art and dance. When he meets fellow student Bucky Barnes, Steve learns that sometimes the most important lessons we learn in life aren't things we're taught in school at all.

Unexpected Anomalies (ao3) - checkmate tony/bruce E, 85k

Summary: Tony Stark has the whole of Erskine Academy under his thumb - from his class mates to the professors to the head teacher, no-one dares think about trying to challenge him - and he's hardly expecting this year to be any different.

But there's one thing he didn't account for.

A new room-mate by the name of Bruce Banner.

Wade In Your Water (ao3) - especiallythezefronposter tony/bruce M, 62k

Summary: In 1984, Bruce Banner is reported killed in action after a bomb test gone wrong. A month later, he returns to Caltech university to finish up his thesis.

The Winter Soldier is sent to bring him in.

When Eyes Meet Eyes (ao3) - luxshine bruce/tony, phil/pepper, clint/natasha, steve/howard, jane/thor E, 50k

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, and finding them is as easy as following your heart, Tony Stark is convinced that he needs no one at his side. Bruce Banner, on the other hand, is convinced he doesn't deserve anyone. Fate, however, has other ideas.

Who Prays for The Devil? (ao3) - Bourneblack steve/bucky E, 79k

Summary: A mafia AU slams into a coffee shop AU, and out pops a cracky, fluffy, smutty, and angsty identity porn fic between son-of-a-mafia boss Bucky Barnes and clueless coffee shop owner Steve Rogers that takes a brief look into the bowels of the American healthcare system.

Winter Undone (ao3) - DCAngst steve/bucky T, 74k

Summary: What if, after the Endgame battle, Dr. Strange used the time stone to save Tony and undo 80 years of Hydra for Bucky? In other words, 1945 Bucky ends up in 2023 and has to come to terms with...a lot.

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belladonna-wright · 10 months

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SWYNWRIMO2023

November 11 – Short and Sweet One-Shot: Write ten short-short stories of no more than a paragraph long (can star one or multiple characters.)

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, smoking, and crime.

“No. No,” Jessie pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry.” She apologised easily to the flustered looking shop assistant who was expecting a full category five customer melt down, by the looks of things. “It’s not your fault.” Jessie insisted, and watched as the woman in front of her seemed to relax more, lulled into that false sense of relief. “I guess I’ll just keep them.” She gestured to the array of expensive face creams, the perfume, the make-up. “Could I get a bag, at least?” Jessie watched as the shop assistant nodded and began to load the ‘returns’ into a paper bag branded with the department store’s logo, ready for Jessie to take back home.

II.

“Excuse me, Sir?” Jessie seemed to practically tremble as she stumbled into the path of the wealthy looking man in a suit. “Could you help me? I’m so-” She cut herself off with a stricken sort of sob. “Somebody stole my purse!” At that the gentleman began to look around, worried about whatever wretched lowlives might be hoping to take his pocketwatch next. He missed the hand dipping expertly into his pocket. “Could you direct me to the nearest police station? Please-” He began to give her the instructions, officiously. Men always were so happy to provide some chivalrous assistance.

III.

“Madame,” Jessie inclined her head politely, as she held up the coat towards the wealthy lady who was tossing her hair back, clearly impatient to get on with the rest of her evening now that dinner was out of the way. Diamonds glittered as she thrust out her chest, and then turned around, arms outstretched to be clad in her fur coat. “Did you enjoy your meal? Oh. Pardon me-” she apologised as she fumbled slightly in slipping the coat onto the woman’s left arm. She did not miss the displeased scoff in the back of the woman’s throat, nor the headshake and the complaint about the quality of the staff going downhill as she walked away. The watch glinted very slightly as Jessie slipped it into her pocket.

IV.

“Oh well actually my boyfriend is buying,” Jessie looked through her eyelashes at the tall man at the bar, who looked put-out for half a second. Then he saw her glance over at the stranger in the booth at the back of the bar. The man was paying her no attention. Jessie made sure she looked a little heartbroken. “I wouldn’t bother with that-” the tall man postured loudly. “I’ll pay. Just you remember it, you can come say thank you later,” he leaned in to whisper it to her. Obviously he was hoping that he would reap some reward for it later. Jessie gave him a coy glance, before gratefully accepting the drink as it was handed to her. She knew who’s tab she was going to be putting the rest of her drinks on then.

“Ah see it’s all about the misdirection, you see?” Jessie laughed, and explained to the small crowd who had gathered around her. “That’s the name of the game with street magic.” She shuffled the cups she was using for a variant on the shell-game yet again, showing off her slight of hand. “So while I’m waving this hand over here-” she waved her right hand up in the air in a dramatic flourish, “My left hand is doing something else.” She showed that hand tipping up one of the cups to palm the pea out from under it. Her right hand patted the poor guy who’d just given her a fiver’s arm. Her left pocketed his car keys.

VI.

Someone shoved a hand into the burly man at the bar’s back. He turned angrily, and shoved the bloke behind him. Someone let out a soft scream and stumbled back away from the two men who were now grabbing each other and starting to shove more. Alcohol and tribal football loyalties were a powerful mix. Jessie reeled back into somebody, who caught her and set her right. She smiled gratefully, and squeezed further back away from the scene as the bouncers made their way in. She slipped the wallet into her coat pocket, as she stepped back out onto the street.

VII.

“Jess?” Jessie watched as the dark-haired woman began patting down her pockets. “Have you seen my-” Ellen looked up, and then frowned as Jessie dangled her keys in front of her face. Ellen snatched them back, and rolled her eyes. “And I don’t suppose you’d have seen my-” Ellen sighed, wearily. Sure enough, Jessie produced a purse from her other hand. “You’re a pain in the arse, you know that?” She shot, eyebrow raised as she shoved both things into her pockets. “I do.” Jessie smiled a broad grin. Ellen shook her head, then leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips. “I’ll see you later.”

VIII.

Jessie let out a loud and desperate shriek. “Oh no! No! Stop him!” Predictably, the whole area gathered around the market turned to stare at her, and then to stare at the figure darting away from her through the crowded stalls. A few people made as if to grab the figure, with his bandana pulled up around his eyes. A few kind stall-holders rushed over to Jessie’s side and offered kind hands to help pull her back up. Nobody was looking at the hands that had swiped things from stalls during the whole ordeal.

IX.

The cashier turned their back to start faffing around with removing a security tag from something behind them. Jessie simply couldn’t resist. It was like a reflex. Before she had done anything, her hand had snaked a twenty out of the till. It went unnoticed as she finished being rang up, and dutifully paid. As she walked away the note weighed heavily in her pocket. “Oh fine,” she murmured to herself, and slipped the twenty into a charity box by the door. Bloody conscience.

“Joe?” Jessie hurried towards the man who was smoking in the alleyway. He grunted, confused, and gave her the once over. “Oh thank god, there you are! Mr Hansdown told me to come and find you, you’re supposed to be showing me what to do only I couldn’t find you, and then he was telling me we’re super behind our schedule-” The man cut her off with a wave of his hand, and took a long drag of his cigarette, before he swore and stubbed it out with his shoe. “Nobody bloody tells me anything,” he grumbled, as he crossed back to the side door of the hotel. “You’d better follow me.” Jessie smiled, broadly, behind his back. Yes, she would. And when the office safe was emptied? Well that would be just too bad.

#swynwrimo #swynwrimolaura

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chiapetkinnie · 2 years

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could you write a smut for tate langdon?

Sorry it took so long

warnings * smut obviously, not edited , im kinda bad at smut, im not really sure what else. Oh unprotected sex.

Surprise

Its been a while since you last saw your boyfriend tate, he wanted to surprise u!

You were minding your business searching for places that would hire teenagers. Your parents kicked you out for smoking weed in their house, but how is that your fault if they gave it to you. You quickly look up and around. You swear you heard a noise. You look back down at your laptop and continue searching for a job. All of a sudden you feel someone’s arms wrap around your waist. You quickly grab the intruder’s hand and flip them onto the bed. You grab both arms and straddle them pushing one elbow to their neck. “Hey relax its just me” the intruder spoke.

You look down to see your boyfriend Tate, who you hadn’t seen since your parents found out about your relationship, which they did not approve of. You let go of his hands and turn away in embarrassment. “Oh sorry”. “Where did you learn moves like that?”, he asks still in shock. “You always have to know how to defend yourself, especially as a woman.” “Anyway, what are you doing here?”, you ask him as a way to change the subject. “Well it’s a funny story actually, I found out where you were staying through one of your friends at school because I really missed you” he bats his lashes. You roll your eyes, “And now you want me to fuck you” you add on. He smiles wide, “precisely, you know you straddling me this whole time is really turning me on, especially in those pajamas your wearing” he caresses the side of your thigh.

“god”, you roll your eyes and place a kiss on his lips. “ if I fuck you will you shut up and let me focus” you spoke running your hand across his jaw. He nods his head and kisses you softly. You kiss him back as the kiss begins to become more passionate. You slowly grind your body on him and he moves his hands onto your hips. He grunts as you buck your hips . You press kisses onto his neck and lightly sucking sweet marks onto his skin. “Fuck, lemme take this off ok”, you spoke taking off your shirt. He smiles eagerly and lovingly as he watches you take off your shirt, taking in every part of your body. You unbuckle his pants and and he takes his cock out. You slide your shorts to the side and slide down onto his dick. “ Fuck, its been so long” you breathe as you take in all of him . he grips your hips and moves your forward, you start to grind. Pure bliss on both of your faces, he loves watching yours tits bounce up and down as you grind on his dick. He leans up and kisses your lips. He flips you over and presses kisses into your neck sending vibrations as he praises you.

“fuck you’re so gorgeous, fuck you feel so good”, he grunts as he thrusts into you. “god I missed you” you say as you dig your fingers into his back. “ fuck” you moan, you lean your head back into the pillow.

“ Ive missed you so much tate”, you look up at him. He gives you a sweet smile and kisses you, “ ive missed you too”

You grip his hair as your feel your climax coming, “ fuck tate , oh my god , im so close”

He grunts in response as he feels his climax getting closer. He holds your head gently and he presses soft kisses on your head as he picks up his pace and your pants get faster. “Fuck , fuck, Fuck tate”, you moan , your stomach turns with every thrust. “Stay just like that baby cum on my dick ok” he kisses

You release onto his dick and he helps your ride out your orgasm. “Open up baby”, he says and holds your chin. He pulls out and cums on your tongue. He closes your mouth. “Swallow” You swallow the hot sticky substance and he kisses you. “Good girl”

sorry its so short i had major writers block

#tate langdon x you #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon smut #ahs murder house #evan peters

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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a piece of cake

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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cynettic · 3 years

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Reader x Genshin Boys NSFW

Summary - You wear their shirt that’s too big for you the morning after a steamy night ;)

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Xiao/Aether/Diluc

Warnings - NSFW, yknow what that means folks, no minors

A/N - I plan to do a part 2 with more characters after, idk which ones tho

Xiao

He will stare.

Right after you walk out of your bedroom doors, heading over to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. Xiao will probably be on the coach, enjoying a plate of Almond Tofu for breakfast that you prepared for him in the fridge.

Easy to say that he will leave the plate on the counter to stand up and walk towards you.

At this stage of your relationship, the two of you were quite comfortable with physical contact, after all the two of you literally fucked last night. So he’ll slowly wrap his arms around your waist, noting that it was indeed his shirt, that it was quite big on you ( to his satisfaction ), and that you looked damn well in it.

“Is that my shirt?”

He will still ask, and when you reply that yes, it is indeed his shirt, he will bury his head against the crook of your neck.

“It smells like you.”

It also smells like what happened last night, but Xiao wont comment that, leaning against you with slightly tinted cheeks. Its enough to turn him on, much to his embarrassment, and he’ll press a few kisses to the back of your neck to distract himself.

By the time you finish making your coffee, you pour an extra cup for him, turning around to quickly peck him on the lips. But the extra shade of red on his face and the hard sensation below doesnt go missed by you, and with a chuckle you pull him closer.

“After last night?” You tease, pressing yourself further against him just to hear him grunt, rubbing against him slightly.

Xiao has his limits.

And you… well you asked for it.

He’ll sit you up on the counter, right beside the long forgotten coffee that’ll probably go by unmissed and grow cold by the time hes done with you.

He will start slow, torturous because you teased him first, and hes going to make you pay for it. Not too long though, cause he doesnt want to delay his need either.

Pressing a few butterfly kisses on your stomach, he will slip his head under his big oversized shirt.

“X-Xiao! Hey-”

He will quickly move up, just until his lips reach your breasts, and he toys with the nipples, nipping and biting them with his tongue and teeth. He’s still under the shirt, and all you can do is press his head closer to your chest while soft whimpers escape your lips.

The sound is music to his ears.

By the time he makes it to your lips, the shirt you were wearing is thrown off, strewn somewhere in the kitchen, you cant remember where.

“Y/n, this is what you want right?” Xiao will always ask for consent, and especially after wearing you off last night, he wants to make sure not to hurt you.

When you respond with a yes, he wont waste his time rubbing against you, instead shoving off the shorts he had on for the day, and pressing himself deep inside you until you’re yelping and clenching his shoulders desperately. Writhing at every thrust and calling out his name. He obviously has the stamina and strength to not be tired from last night, but you’re a different story.

Safe to say that you arent going places after that.

Aether

He will try to be more inconspicuous, but yeah, hes staring at you.

You cant blame him, after last night, you’re wearing his ‘shirt.’ If that isnt a turn on he doesnt know what is. He’ll definitely try to hide it though, shift uncomfortably and move his head away so you cant see him completely flushed red.

His mind is definitely going places.

He doesnt want to push you after last night, and even though he isnt really tired in the slightest, he knows you’re probably still sore, even though he was gentle.

You’re oblivious to whatever’s going on in his head, that is, until you go sit on his lap.

“Uhm… Aether?”

He’ll blame it and say its just ‘morning wood’, to which you dont believe him at all. But not wanting to embarrass him further, you sit beside him and instead pull him into a kiss. This he can handle, but a few kisses end up going farther than just a makeout session, and clothes fly off, especially his shirt around your shoulders.

By the time Aether realizes that this was what he was trying to avoid, it was too late. He will ask if youd like to proceed with it, and you laugh and tell him you’re alright, and to continue.

When he enters you, he will be slow, too slow. You push against him to encourage him to go faster, grinding your hips against his member until hes fully entered. It wont take long for him to start pumping in and out, pressing soft kisses to your lips when you whine and scratch his back.

By the time you both finish, Aether will carry your tired form back to bed. Wrapping you in the blankets and letting you rest there for the remainder of the day. Its his free day off, so you’ll get a breakfast in bed.

The boy is just too sweet and precious <3

Diluc

This man will choke on whatever hes eating.

Diluc absolutely sucks at hiding the surprise when watching you stride in so confidently wearing ‘his’ shirt. Which is oversized by the way, and drifts down to your knees while still slightly exposing your figure. He covers his stare with a cough, greeting you a goodmorning.

You don’t notice, mumbling a goodmorning and pressing a kiss against his forehead. When you lean down though, he gets a good look at your cleavage, and he swears hes going to lose it. But Diluc is known for being a man of patience and self control.

Until he isnt.

It starts with a kiss, it always starts with a kiss. Slow and passionate, until you’re in his lap and he cant take it anymore. Until all he wants to hear are the whimpers that escape your throat and the soft breathless calls of his name begging for you.

“Ill make you feel good Y/n.”

And he does.

Its your fault, you shouldnt have worn his shirt, shouldnt have provoked him after such a long night. But you dont say no, dont object as he picks you up and takes you to the bed, slowly draping you down.

The lower half of your body is hanging off the bedside, bare as he lowers himself to level his lips to your thighs. You dont move against the contact against your legs, his kisses drifting further up, higher and higher.

When he reaches your wet pussy, he rubs his lips against the cloth of your panties, moving his lips to kiss and suck. You clench your inner thighs against his head, hands coming to tousle his hair.

“D-Diluc…”

He wastes no time to pull your panties down, sliding them down your legs torturously slow before gazing at your dripping wet lips. You squirm and try to press your legs together as if you can feel his gaze on your cunt, but he holds your thighs wide open for him with his large calloused hands. His thumbs rubbing over the soft delicate skin of your hips.

The contact of his lips sucking on your clit sends you on overdrive, and you’re quivering. When his tongue slides into your wet hole, your legs are rubbing against his shoulders, back and forth as you writhe against the pleasure climbing up your body.

He knows exactly the effect he has on you.

Its not too long until you cum, muffling your cries into the sheets as your hands clench the blankets on the side. He licks all of it off your pussy, and you dont have enough energy to moan against the continuous blissful contact on your sensitive cunt.

Pulling you up and under the covers, he lays beside you, pressing your face against his chest. You fall asleep in no time, tired after a second round.

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