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manrocket-mo · 6 years ago

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working for the bruins and it being kinda awkward and tense between you and mo after they loose to boston in game 7?

THIS PROMPT, OH MY GOODNESS. Hope I did it justice with the angst.

The entire series, the entire season, the entire time you worked for the Bruins you never imagined it would end like this. Sure, the Leafs had faced the Bruins three times in the playoffs since 2013 but what were the chances it would happen again.

You were so stupid.

You should’ve known you had been tempting fate the entire time.

You should’ve thought better and more level-headed when Morgan told you that no matter what, it’d be fine no matter the outcome.

You should’ve had an actual conversation about this.

And when that final buzzer sounded, you jumped up with your co-workers, who were just as tired as you were, broken down, celebrating in pure elation and relief and ran onto the ice not even for one second thinking of Morgan until you watched as he hung his head as the Bruins celebrated. You couldn’t react fast enough and he lifted his head just in time to catch you, pure joy, smile radiating bright enough to light TD Garden on its own.

Your heart thudded to a stop in your chest and shattered into millions of pieces. Your boyfriend, who had been so supportive hundreds of miles away, who visited you when he could, who flew you out when you could, who encouraged you to chase every single one your dreams just saw his childhood dream crumble right before his eyes at the expense of your own happiness.

You didn’t even have time to throw him a glance of pity before you were pulled away by the PR staff directing you to capture Tuukka’s celebration for social. When you had finally found a second to glance over your shoulder, his eyes dropped down, his head shaking.

“Y/N, focus!” your co-worker yelled at you, running off to oversee the interviews taking place by the benches. And you had no choice but return to work.

By the time you had finished up and returned to the locker rooms for post-game, your co-worker had already claimed B’s coverage and you had no choice but to return to your offices but not before being stopped by a barrage of Leafs returning to their bus.

You stopped out of courtesy and just maybe to catch a glimpse of Mo before he had to return to his hotel and you got what you wished for.

None of your friends even acknowledged you or looked at you despite being a part of the Leafs family the three years you had been with Morgan and that you understood. What you couldn’t understand was Jake audibly telling Morgan that you were standing there and Morgan shrugging his shoulders and walking by you like you were invisible.

Your heart broke and your breath halted, your blood running cold in your veins. It hurt you.

You moved, your feet carrying you so that you walked in stride alongside your boyfriend of three years.

“Mo,” you whispered only loud enough that he and Jake could hear it so as to not get in trouble. You watched as Jake lifted his head to look at his best friend who walked stoically between you two.

You huffed readjusting your heavy bag on your shoulders which wasn’t helping much with the pace you had to keep.

“Morgan, are you going to even look at her?” Jake asked firmly as he took in your struggle. Morgan didn’t even bat an eyelash, continuing to stare at his feet as he beelined for the bus. That was until Jake had anything to do with it and shoved Morgan just enough for him to collide with you, causing you to drop your bag and thankfully, not your laptop.

“Dude!” Mo yells in frustration, causing busy eyes around you to float toward where the three of you were standing.

Your heart sinks in your chest and your stomach falls when he barely even looked at you, instead glaring at his best friend before taking off.

“Fuck,” you mumble, your hand quickly swatting at the tears that were inevitably coming. You bend down to gather your things when Jake’s hands join yours.

“Jake, you don’t have to—“

“You don’t deserve this, Y/N.” He gathered your media guide, notebooks and pens and shoved them back into your bag.

“Jake, you’ve had a long day, don’t worry about me.” You stand up and pull the strap over your shoulder before you take off, practically running for the privacy of your office.

Once in your space with the door closed behind you, you slide down, your laptop gently falling along your bag onto the carpeted floor. You pull your legs to your chest and try to regulate your breathing. Your mind was racing. Your heart pounding. Your ears were ringing.

“Fuck,” you cursed, trying to count to ten. “One,” breathe. “Two,” breathe.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and before you could even reach three, you’re thrown off again, this time by a message from Jake:

He’s talking to you tonight. I don’t fucking care. We’re still at the Ritz. Come whenever you’re done at work. I’m not letting him do this to you.

You throw your head back in frustration hitting the solid wood door but you don’t even care. You don’t know how you’re going to deal with this at all.

“Fuck,” you curse again and begin scrambling when you hear the feet of others that share your office suite and realize you have quite a bit of work left before you could even think of leaving. You swipe at the tears that fell from your eyes and try your best to look put together while feeling anything but.

Your fingers type shakily, your brain going into overdrive as you tried to process what it was you were tweeting while you tried to calm and distract yourself at the same time.

The quiet knock at your door goes unnoticed with your noise cancelling headphones drowning out all possible distractions until a hand claps on your shoulder causing you to audibly gasp and jump.

“Hey, how’re you doing? Almost done?” your flirty co-worker asks, a grin spreading across his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Just wrapping up.”

“You wanna get outta here? A lot of us are going out to celebrate.”

You shrink away from him closing your laptop and standing up to create as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“I have something I have to take care of.” You begin to stuff your backpack with your belongings not even bothering to keep polite eye contact.

“At 10:45 at night?” he points out.

You shake your head. “I just gotta go, Ryan. I—“ you don’t even hesitate moving past him and holding your door open for him to leave, locking up and turning on your heel before he could even come up with some retort.

You practically run to your car, leaning your head back against the seat rest as soon as you lock the door behind you. Your eyes fall close and a tear escapes.

Before you could talk yourself down and head home, you put your car into drive and pull out into traffic in the direction of the Leafs’ hotel.

I’m parking, you text Jake.

You sit in your car for a moment, dreading every second of what is to come.

It had never been this bad with Morgan. Everything had always been easy. You had gotten into arguments before but it was always resolved at the end of the day when he crawled into bed with you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, whispered an apology. If this wasn’t resolved, who knew what was to come? He wasn’t going to be here with you come sunrise. You didn’t have much time.

Your time was cut even shorter when you spotted Morgan waiting for you in the lobby. He didn’t even wait for you to come to him. He didn’t want to.

Your arms wrap around yourself, holding yourself together.

When you approach him, you get nothing but a cold, empty stare.

“Hey,” you greet, coming to a stop in front of where he sat on a one seat chair in the shadows of the lobby.

“Hi.” You stood there awkwardly before turning around and slowly lowering yourself to the coffee table behind you, your knees pressed up against Morgan’s.

You sigh, breathing coming more difficult that you could even imagine.

“Talk to me,” you beg trying to grab his hands out of his lap. You needed to feel him, his warmth to know that you were going to be okay. Your heart only breaks even more when he pulls his hands away from you and he leans back in the chair.

“What is there to talk about?” he questions stubbornly, his blue eyes nothing but harsh when they take your desperation in.

And suddenly you’re angry about his passiveness. “So what? This is it? You don’t want to look at me? Talk to me anymore? My touch is so disgusting that you have to move away?” You could feel the angry tears touch your cheeks, leave their trail.

“You don’t want to see me anymore because of a fucking loss that I had nothing to do with? Something you said wouldn’t bother you, wouldn’t hinder us.” You wanted to inflict pain on him, the same kind of pain he was inflicting on you. “You coward.”

That got him. That hit him. The fire ignited in his eyes and he leaned forward and laughs.

“You think this is funny? Morgan, I haven’t slept well in weeks. I haven’t felt normal and unstressed and for once, for a split second I was happy and you—“

“You’re stressed?” Morgan cut you off. “You don’t know what that’s like.”

You drop your gaze from Morgan’s and shake your head, wiping the tears away. You couldn’t get to him. You didn’t know this man.

“I didn’t expect you to be happy. I just wanted you to be proud,” you whisper quietly, breaking. “I’m—I’m going home,” you sigh, having given up. You stand to leave without looking at him but you couldn’t help it. You take one last look at Morgan who had returned his attention to the phone in his hand.

“So you don’t want to see me? Don’t want me in Vancouver with you this summer?” You couldn’t help the defeat in your voice. Everything about you was beaten down.

You watched as Morgan’s face contorted with something, his eyebrows pulling together although he doesn’t look away from the screen in his hand.

“I don’t know… what I do know is that I have a flight to catch tomorrow and loose ends to tie up in Toronto so I should get going.” You flinched as he got up abruptly and brushed past you, his hand gently falling along your forearm in the process to stabilize you. You closed your eyes as his fingers lingered, though you were sure you imagined it as an act of self-preservation.

The walk back to your car was a cold and lonely one despite your warm coat, Morgan’s old scarf wrapped around you and the pitying look Jake shot you as you found your way back home.

It had been four days and two home games since you had any contact with Morgan. To say you were exhausted was an absolute understatement, between long days and long nights spent tossing and turning with nothing but blonde hair and blue eyes on your mind and in your dreams. If it wasn’t for coffee and melatonin, you weren’t sure how you would’ve survived.

So when the time came to leave early and return home following a long media session before the team took to the road, you were ready to just hide in your sheets not to see the light of day until absolutely necessary.

However, as luck had it, that wasn’t going to happen.

You spotted your kitchen light lit from your window and the idea creeping in the back of your mind sent your heart racing. Surely you had turned it off before you left for the rink that morning but you weren’t sure of anything anymore. Your hand shook as you unlocked your front door, your heart racing in your chest.

You creeped in quietly, not ready for any confrontation but bracing yourself for whatever was to come, stranger be damned. You had gone through enough these past few days that a break in would just be something added to the list.

Suddenly strong arms wrap around you and before you could scream and fight, you feel. You sink into the feeling of familiarity, of being welcomed home. You would know this feeling anywhere in the world. You would always know him.

You couldn’t help the sob that escapes your lips as he holds you there in the foyer of your tiny Boston apartment. Your arms drop everything you’re holding and clutch onto him.

Despite everything that had happened, you needed him.

“Please forgive me,” he begs, his lips pressing to the crown of your head as he holds you to his chest. You bury your face in his hoodie and let the frustrations of the last few days pour out, your glass finally emptied, your bubble burst. “I was so stupid, so selfish to do that to you. I’m so proud of you, baby girl and I let myself make you think otherwise.”

You try to regulate your breathing, just like you had done so much recently but this time, Morgan’s hand rubbing gently circles on the skin at the base of your neck helps immensely and your breaths even out in a matter of seconds.

“I will never forgive myself,” he vows. “I may be upset with myself for not leading the team—but this… this is unforgivable. I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see me again.”

You breathe in and out. “There will never be a day that passes that I don’t want to see you, that I don’t want you by side,” you answer truthfully. “These past few days have been hell for me and for you. I just want you to hold me… please.”

“I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.” He pulls back and takes the purse that was half hanging off your shoulder and your bag that was in the floor and moved it aside before pulling you back into his side and leading you into your apartment.

“Go get changed, baby girl,” he suggests, gently. “I’ll be right here.” And you do, washing your face of the makeup and impurities of the day, shrugging into the pair of joggers and Morgan’s comfy crew neck that he left out for you.

When you pad back to your living room, Morgan was just setting down a cup of tea on your coffee table. He looks to you and for the first time you take him in, tired and drained, the bag under his eyes bruised with exhaustion.

He takes a seat and holds his arms open to you and you oblige, straddling him and your arms encircling him as your head falls on his shoulder. He drapes a blanket over you both and holds you to his chest. You press your nose into his neck and let yourself give in and for the first time in almost a week, completely unwind.

“I love you,” he whispers against your forehead.

“I love you, too, Morgan,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Morgan’s hand finds the back of your neck and gently guides you back and you sit up in his lap. His fingers gently trace your features as you watch him lovingly. His thumb follow the curve of your lips and when they reach the dark circles under your eyes, he frowns deeply.

“I caused that,” he says so softly yet harshly that you’re not so sure you hear it. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

Your hand grasps his in yours and you bring it down and kiss his palm.

“You had so much on your shoulders that it finally caved in on you. You can’t do this on your own, Mo and I wish that I could’ve been there for you. I’m so proud of you and everything you are. That loss does not define you, it doesn’t define that team. I’m proud of you. You are the heart and soul of that team.” You trace along his palm and when you look back to him, his eyes are burning into yours, suddenly a deep ocean rather than a clear sky.

His hands gently grasp your face in his and pull you to him, his lips molding around yours for the first time in weeks, his sweet taste in your tongue and all around you.

He pulls back suddenly. “And for the record, I am so proud of you. I am happy for you… Even though you look better in Leafs blue,” he teases, grin lopsided. And that’s your boy. He’s back and with you and all around you.

You can’t help but press your lips to his again but pull back much to his displeasure.

“So you do want me back with you in Vancouver?” you ask, teasing him, making him wait.

He smiles at you brightly. “Who needs to wait for Vancouver when I’ll be here cheering you on here in Boston.”

He pulls you back to him, your head resting on his shoulder, his arms rubbing up the skin of your back, comfortingly.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder and you know, that come the morning, everything will be more than okay.

MO SOFT/THIRST NIGHT! (cont’d)

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peakyscillian · 2 years ago

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Cillian Masterlist

Cillian Requests CLOSED

Please read Warning on my Main Masterlist.

Nearly all of my storys contain smut.

🤍 Requested 🖤 Smut

Cillian : One Shots

Date Night - Boyfriend!Cillian

Birthday Boy - Husband!Cillian Birthday Morning Treat. 🖤

Comfort - It's the end of Peaky Blinders & Cillian is feeling lost.

Magic - The worse period pains of your life so far? Soft!Cillian can help.🤍

Break - Based off writing prompts, Cillian & Y/N break up. 🤍

Unexpected - Everything that's worthwhile comes unexpectedly. 🖤🤍

Away - Cillian is living in Manchester for PB filming & that results in cute Skype calls. 🤍

Practice - Cillian needs help with a tricky scene. 🖤🤍

Hitched - It's your wedding day & Cillian finally gets to see your dress.(R)

Unwrap - Bad day? Cillian can help you. 🖤🤍 Public - Teasing you in public, Cillian ultimate fantasy. 🖤🤍 Heat - It’s too hot to sleep piled together in a bed.

Backseat - Expanded on my NSFW alphabet wild card. 🖤 When I kissed the teacher - Cillian has a fantasy 🖤🤍 Storm - Fluffy!Cillian x Reader. Needy - maybe you’re just a tiny bit needy.🖤🤍 Scars to your beautiful - an Angsty Cillian One Shot🤍 I miss you - Cillian needs to prove he only has eyes for you. 🖤🤍 Surprise - No plot just smut 🖤 Normal - Sometimes Cillian gets to lead a normal life.🖤🤍 Six Months - It's been a long six months for Cillian 🖤🤍 It's My Birthday - Birthday fic for @janelongxox 🖤 Solo - Cillian needs some alone time 🖤

Spice - Twenty years of marriage, maybe things need spicing up. 🖤🤍

Rebel - Cillian is trying to get his teenage daughter to like him again 🖤

Man Like You - Is Reader too young for a man like Cillian? 🖤🤍

Love Affair - Cillian and Reader fell in-love on set, can they keep it a secret on the red carpet.🖤🤍 First - There's a first time for everything.🖤 Fright - Why did you decide to say yes to Cillian when he suggested watching a horror movie? 🖤🤍 Explosive - Sometimes you just can’t wait. 🖤 From The Start - Christmas is the perfect time to tell someone how you’ve felt from the start. 🖤🤍 This Christmas - Starting new traditions this Christmas. Drifting - You and Cillian have been drifting apart lately. Part One | Part Two 🖤🤍 Caught - Mutually checking each other out - can only lead to one thing, right? 🖤🤍 Anxious Darling - Sometimes you just can’t shake the anxiety 🤍

Valentines - Cillian doesn’t believe in Valentines Day, but y/n is determined to make him see sense! 🖤

Easter - Easter with the family. Hungover - The morning after one too many drinks. 🖤🤍 Birthday - Just a filthy one shot for our mans birthday. 🖤

Match - The perfect match.

Babymoon - Cillian just can’t get enough of Y/N being pregnant. 🖤🤍 Daddy's Home - Cillian’s been away filming for months, finally he’s home.🤍 Proposal - Cillian is finally popping the question. 🤍 Sharing - “Because we drank too much last night” 🖤🤍 Part One | Two Medicine - Cillian and family time is the best medicine

Pink - Cillian arrives home early from filming.🖤🤍

Canvas - Reader has an idea, Cillian is definitely on-board.🖤🤍 Merry Christmas, Baby - The christmas party ends with an early christmas gift.🖤

Relax - Cillian knows how to make you relax 🖤🤍 Perfect Valentine - Cillian does something he really doesn’t want to do, so reader gives him something he really likes.🖤🤍 Quickie - A short smutty One Shot 🖤 Award Winning - Cillian actually leaves the house, Cillian’s not winning any awards for his acting but maybe for other things? 🖤

Kiss Me At Midnight - Everyone needs a kiss at midnight 🖤

Cillian : Drabbles

Thighs - Filth from my mind 🖤 Hands - More flith from my mind 🖤 Moving in - A little drabble requested 🖤🤍 Cringe - A drabble 🤍 Back - A little Cillian drabble 🤍 Rain - rainy days in with Cillian & your dogs 🤍 Guest - Wedding Guest Cillian Thirst - Reader introduces Cillian to thirst tweets about him 🖤🤍 Snack - Cillian just wants to eat! 🖤🤍 WAP - Cillian hears that song for the first time 🖤🤍

Morning - Cillian smutty drabble 🖤

Ready - Writing prompt ‘tying your lovers tie’ 🤍 But..what is a dilf? 🤍 Sweethearts - Young Cillian x Reader. 🤍 Selfish - Secretly dating Prompt, for Alex 🤍

Cillian : Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet 🖤 Fluff Alphabet POV: Cillian is your boyfriend this is your camera roll: Part One | Part Two | Part Three 🤍 Memes: Cillian is your boyfriend/husband you send him these memes 🤍

Cillian : Mini-Series/Series

The Date Series : Fem!Reader is set up on a blind date, follow the dates that happen after said blind date. (This will be an on-going series) Masterlist Adored: Cillian Murphy, Movie Star and Sugar Daddy. 🤍 ✨Twenty Five/Twenty Five (Completed) 15.09✨ Masterlist Bend The Rules: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Masterlist ✨Fourteen/Fourteen (Completed) 24.04✨

But a number: Fem!Reader is a young actress but has done a lot with her time in the spotlight, shes also engaged to Cillian Murphy after meeting on set of a movie two years ago, Cillian however is 19 years older than Reader, this mini-series will follow how they handle the age gap, the press and close friends & families. 🖤🤍 ✨Four/Four Completed 17.06✨ Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Family Series: One Day - A day on set, Cillian gets thinking. 🖤🤍 Day Off - Part Two of One Day. 🖤🤍 Oh, Baby - Why isn’t giving birth a mans job? ✨Three/Three Completed ✨

Treat you better: You’re cast as Tommy’s new love interest in Peaky Blinders, meaning you have to do all kinds of scenes with Cillian who you know well from the movie/tv circuit, your boyfriend who isn’t supportive is jealous. 🖤 ✨Four/Four Completed✨ One Two Three Four

Cillian : On hold Stories.

Last year: It's the annual Peaky Blinders Cast New Year getaway, but this year Willow would rather not be there. 🖤 ✨ON HOLD 05/04✨ Part One 02/01 Part Two (S) 06/01

What You're Missing: Reader & Cillian have been so busy, spending time together hasn’t happened, Reader needs to show Cillian just what he’s missing over the course of a week.🖤 Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

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jxngh · 3 years ago

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request : Could you do an OT7 headcanon to their s/o having big breasts?

< requested by anon >

pairing : bts x reader

genre : smut. i got soft sometimes but smut.

author's note : don't forget this is just a size nd doesn't really make someone more or less desirable in my eyes, i'm pretty sure not in their eyes too.. basically, enjoy without thinking hard ! + thanks to the gif owners these are... amazing.

headcanon

joon

he loves every curve of your body

worships them

leaves kisses, mostly gentle with them

sometimes just looks at you like you're art nd thinks about how good you've been created

imagine his cute face while having questions about this topic

sometimes gets too carried on

especially if your outfit is showing a little much

he'd be simping

you'd catch him checking you out constantly

he'd try his best to not eat you out with his eyes on public

nd with his tongue lol

yeah he'd make sure that you understand his thirst about it

i'm picturing him using you all night

maybe that outfit on

he'd leave marks then

jin

me senses that this guy loves them so much

even you're not actually dressed up or you know revealing

he'd still be watching

he loves to squeeze them, kiss them, maybe some heavy sucking in some occasions

me senses foodplay

he enjoys it

you enjoy it

he enjoys it more since you enjoy bc he loves to see it

i can picture him back hugging you

leaving kisses to your neck while his big hands plays with them

would moan during the kiss

uhm,, when things gets a little heated he'd blindfold u

then have the time of his life playing with your boobs

i'm telling you gurl

his mouth would never leave them while his hands are busy w your other parts

yoongi

this guy is mostly soft about them

loves how soft they are

hear me out,, uses them as pillows

he loves you, loves your boobs, loves sleeping, it's a perfect combination

imagine having talks while his head is resting on them 🥺

sorry i love this lil cat so fkin much my heartu hurts

let's get in the hot part ladies...

his big hands would be all over them when you're riding him

or while you're under him

another sucker ladies, doesn't give a f nd leaves marks all over them

' love it kitten? moan for me. ' f u u u u c k

won't confess but loves it when you send him pictures of them

you don't even need to be naked he's already into it if you're in it

hoseok

would tease you about them when he teaches you some moves

it turns him on tho

he tries to focus on embarrassing you to keep himself from touching you

ends up talking about them too much lol

would end the lesson quickly to give them a little special attention

he'd get you in the closest empty dance room

pins you to one of the mirrors, undresses you slowly while leaving kisses

then grabs them while kissing, licking

yeah he'd slowly make a mess on you

loves to spoil you with new designed bras, lingeries etc.

makes you try them on like a private show for him

damn.. so hot

jimin

they're like a toy of him, a toy to reveal stress

but he's also a simp about them

we all know this man's duality so one second he'd be squeezing them in a playful mood

then he kisses you,, nd things gets heated

he's a member of leaving marks club

he'd be grabbing nd playing with them while foreplaying

but later his mouth would be all over them, kissing, sucking, biting

yeah he gets too carried up but if you love it there's no way he's stopping that

would lose his mind if you don't even feel the need to cover them

that'd turn him even more that you have no problem to show people that you're his lover

he'd get soft afterwards tho, special cares

would get you creams to help healing nd applies it himself

saying he made it so he's the one who should do it

taehyung

remember he sleeps more than one pillow

he doesn't need them too much cause he's busy big spooning you

when not, he hugs your waist, rests his head on them

talks about anything nd everything in that position

sometimes grabs them hard just to be playful

doesn't really leads to something mostly, it's like random spanks just for fun

i'm picturing him in the shower

doesn't matter if you're the one joining or he is

he'd be watching them constantly, still squeezes nd acts like it doesn't effect him

lie.. nd you can tell because his mouth is all over them in minutes

firstly kisses with the warm water running down between your bodies

then grabs them nd sucks till you're moaning his name for more

would have you there while he's sucking the life out of your breasts

i wasn't really planning to tell y'all this here but if you're breastfeeding or something... he'd be a simp.no more words, he'd want a taste

jungkook

this guy is such a mess for them

constantly finds himself thinking about them, imagining them while touching himself

if you'd ever send a picture which is showing them well

i guess we all know his fav risky picture now..

would go mad even by the smell of them

plays with them, kisses them, licks them, everything you can imagine he'd do

i'm thinking.. something... damn.. titfuck?

he'd come so. hard.

nd it would become one of his biggest fantasies

when not in heated time he'd be laying between your legs, head resting on your boobs while playing games

loves to see them so doesn't really want you to wear bra when you're at home

fuck.. he'd be losing his mind if you're out nd he can clearly see them

would get jealous nd make you pay for it, be ready for bruises

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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I’m Dying Of Thirst.

spoilers from the manga

part one

Dabi x f!StripperReader

Characters: Dabi

Genre: Smut & Angst

Notes: this is a sequel to this fic, it’s one of my favourites I’ve written so highly recommend you read that first. 🥰 this is also part of mine and @httptamaki party time collab!! I’m so excited since it’s my first collab and I got to host it with one of my besties! You can find the masterlist with all of the other fics here so be sure to check out everyone elses stuff!!

Warnings: 18+, dubcon // noncon, (ex) sex worker reader, alcohol, smoking, drug mentions, daddy kink, he is degrading to sex workers, fingering, penatrive sex, cream pie, degradation, public sex, cheating.

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Marriage.

The legally or formally recognised union of two people as partners in a personal relationship (historically and in some jurisdictions specifically a union between a man and a woman).

That’s how marriage is described when you search for the meaning of the word on the internet. It’s ridiculous, really, that you yourself are engaged to be wed. And to somebody respectable no less. Marriage is something you never thought you’d attain in your line of work. You met plenty of men while you expertly worked the pole centre stage in the strip club; but they aren’t exactly eligible bachelors. There is one other man you’d have considered marrying. He was a client of yours, although it’s contradictory to say. The men you meet in your line of work aren’t eligible bachelors, and he was no exception. He had his issues. He liked to work through them by stuffing your cunt full and fucking you until he forgot them, if only for a fleeting moment. A trademark of his was telling you he loved you while he slammed himself inside of your eager hole; but he’d never fail to tell you he didn’t mean it while he had a post coitus cigarette. You didn’t mind. It was easier that way. You were his girl, though. You heard from your ex-colleagues that he didn’t take it well that you quit being a stripper because you were getting hitched. But he was no concern of yours anymore.

You’re getting married.

Your bachelorette party didn’t seem like a necessity, but in the same breath, it was a necessity. You’ve never been married before. You’ve never dated before. The only other man you’ve been with is him. It isn’t unreasonable to hope that this marriage will be your one and only; so in turn this will be your only bachelorette party. Your fiancé didn’t mind, he encouraged it. He isn’t the most prim and proper man himself, but he is a pro hero with an image to maintain. Although he keeps that image as low key as he can. You questioned whether he’d like you to have some sort of classy tea party to celebrate rather than a tacky hen-do, but he shook his head. He encouraged the latter, and you exhaled a sigh of relief. Your bachelorette party should be fun. And to you, a bridal shower is all about getting messy drunk, drinking out of penis straws, and wearing a slutty version of a wedding dress.

You were downing jäger bombs like there was no tomorrow, dancing on the table in your VIP booth, and showing said slutty outfit to everyone in the bar that could see you. You were head to toe in white. Utterly ironic for anyone who knew you got railed by one of your strip club patrons like a complete skank and your future husband made you cry his name into your soft cotton sheets every night. You were a virgin before your job as a stripper. He was the one to deflower you. You wore a white strapless mini dress that barely covered your tits or your panties, white lace, obviously. Your friends bought you a bright pink sash that read the words bride-to-be that you wore across your body, and they even got you a tacky plastic tiara with a white veil that covered the back of your head. You had to admit that although you felt incredibly cheap, you felt sexy as hell when you matched the outfit with knee high white stockings and the tallest white heels you could find in a store.

Most of your friends were cheering as you shook your ass on the table, but there was one who was incredibly concerned for your safety. They were the type of friends who supported you no matter what, they all knew what your job was before you got engaged. They always asked you to teach them how to pole dance, and you were happy to show them. You started hosting pole parties at your home after you got one installed so you could practice yourself. The night always started off with good intent but ended with you all black out drunk with takeout boxes everywhere. Your fiancé didn’t ask you to quit your job, he knew what you did too, but you thought it would look better for him and his image if you left the stripper life behind.

The one friend who was panicking over your well-being breathed a sigh of relief when you got down from standing on the table and opted to sit on the edge of it instead. You had a whole bottle of champagne to yourself with one of those pink penis straws you loved so much. Pursed lips wrapped around the tip of the plastic as you people watched through the club. It was a relief that you got a VIP booth, honestly, because the rest of the club was heaving and rowdy.

Everyone was out of their sound state of minds, whether it be through drugs or alcohol. It didn’t bother you though. What else do you expect in a nightclub? Your attention was directed to the restrooms when a door swung open. There was a petite girl with long blonde hair who stepped out, a man followed her. No prizes for guessing what they were up too. She turned to face him and her lips smashed against his. His body language was unusual. It was like he didn’t quite expect or want that to happen. It could have been a random club hook-up.

From the back of his figure alone, he seemed to fit in with the club vibe. He had alabaster hair with black-tipped edges. He was tall, at least 6’3” or 6’4”. He shoved his hands into his pockets, as if he was putting something away. It dawned on you that it could be possible he was the person supplying drugs to people in this place. You wanted to turn away, if he saw you it might rouse his suspicion and make you some kind of target. But your alcohol hazed mind didn’t react in time, instead of turning you slurped your champagne through your perverted straw like it was ice cold water on a hot summer’s day. And he turned around. He turned around and his eyes locked with yours.

Your heart stopped beating for that brief moment.

For that split second your eyes met his you physically felt your heart cease to function how it was meant to, and you thought you died then. But as soon as it stopped, it started again. You felt your stomach drop into your lower intestine and two tears begin to well in each of your eyes.

It was him.

He instantly gave you a thin-lipped smile, the type you give to someone as you walk down the street that you aren’t quite familiar enough with to stop and say hello. He weaved through the crowd, you’d be certain you’d lose him to the masses if not for that new hair colour of his. You couldn’t move. You wanted to but you were frozen like a porcelain doll on the edge of the table.

Your friends were concerned. You’d been so frozen and transfixed on your former lover being at the same club as you that you’d been totally oblivious to them calling your name for the last five minutes. She’s too drunk. They claimed. Maybe we should take her home. They deliberated. When you felt a soft feminine hand on the fat of your thigh, you were finally brought back to reality. She looked into your eyes like you were a wounded puppy, too stupid, too immature, too drunk. You slapped her hand away and dumped your champagne bottle on the table with a thunk. It was only until you got yourself down safely, though. Because as soon as you found your footing you grabbed it again as you abandoned your group.

You had to talk to him.

You had to talk to Touya.

You discovered him hidden in a corner speaking to an equally shady young man, exchanging money and goods between themselves. When you were spotted, the latter skulked away with his hands in his pockets. It was surreal to see him again. Seeing him again after so long and looking so different with his new white as snow hair, but at the same time he was so familiar. He was counting the bills of cash in his hands, not paying you a lick of attention. You were with countless numbers of other people in this club, but while he was in front of you it felt like the pair of you were alone together. He was so familiar to you, and yet you could cut the tension between you with a knife.

“Have you come to ruin my night, Touya?”

Even at the mention of his name he proceeded to ignore you. But you know Touya better than anyone. Maybe even better than he knows himself. So the way that his hands stopped counting paper bills for a split second when he heard his name didn’t go unnoticed by you. The way his nose flared slightly didn’t go unnoticed. The way his eyes widened ever so slightly didn’t go unnoticed. But still, he kept counting and counting. Keeping you wondering and waiting.

“Y’sure think highly of yourself, don’tcha princess?” he finally answered, still not removing his gaze from his cash.

“Well what are you—”

“D’ya really think I spend my days planning how I can ruin things for you? You’re just a stripper, sweetheart, take it down a few notches will ya?” he insulted, your blood ran cold at the harsh speech from your former lover. He’s always been firm and a little rough, but at that moment he was being outright nasty.

“Okay. I’ll leave you alone then Touya.” you told him as you stumbled away from him. Barely able to keep your footing with the combination of your high heels and alcohol-soaked brain. You heard Touya scoff from behind you, but you didn’t have the motor skills to face him again and respond.

“I didn’t think I could see you look like anymore of a whore, and I’ve seen you grinding on poles… Fuck, I’ve even seen you naked. And you’re wearing white? The virginal blushing bride? Gimme a break,”

It took a surreal amount of strength to not chew him out. It was killing you to not give him a piece of your mind. But you carried on walking away from him, because you’re better than that. You are grown. You don’t have anything to prove to him. You’re in love, your husband is a great man and a wonderful hero. And what is Touya? He’s jealous. So you walked away with your head held high, knowing you had the rest of the evening to enjoy with your friends.

But instead of that, you felt a tight grip on the flesh of your upper arm pull you. Of course it was Touya, he was dragging you away from your chosen route. He shoved you inside of the bathroom he’d previously left with the other girl and locked the door behind him.

“I just can’t believe it babe. I can’t believe a slut like you thinks you’re better than me.” he hissed, caging you against the wall in his arms.

You had never been terrified of Touya before. He’d scared you a little when he got particularly worked up regarding his life and his trauma, but you always managed to calm him down. He’d never done anything to make you fear for your life, he was just like any other guy when he was with you. But right now you were terrified. Because for the first time you weren’t seeing Touya. You were seeing Dabi from the League Of Villains.

“I saw ya with your pathetic fucking friends in the VIP area, sucking on that cock straw,” he began as he gestured to your champagne bottle, hissing through his teeth as he eyed you like a lobster on a silver platter. “you looked like a fuckin’ pro, you’ve had my cock in your mouth enough times though, right? Does your pro hero husband know you’re a slut for villain cock?” he tormented, smiling sadistically down at your trembling frame.

“You really miss me, huh, Touya?” you spoke. Although you were quivering with fear, the alcohol in your system was giving you an air of confidence you didn’t know you had. Your head tilted upwards so you could stare into his eyes. They were like swimming pools, as blue as the tiles in a hotel resort pool and you were certain you’d drown in them if you carried on. But you didn’t care. If this was how you had to go, so be it.

“I’ve fucked girls before you, and I’ve fucked them since you. What makes you think you’re so special doll?” he questioned, clearly trying to maintain his composure.

He was expecting you to have a witty retort since you had so much to say this evening. But instead, you broke your gaze from his and looked down at the ground. You shrugged your shoulders and sighed.

“I would have married you if you asked me, y’know. But you don’t love me, right?” you told him. His trademark smirk drifted from his features as he searched your face for any signs of teasing or trickery. But it wasn’t a joke, if he’d asked you would have said yes in a heartbeat. But he made it very clear that he didn’t love you. So who was he to stop you from moving on?

Before you could register what he was doing, he hoisted you up and forced you to wrap your legs around his hips. He planted you onto the sink surfaces. The marble was cold against your body, the thin sheen of sweat layered on your skin making you colder a lot faster. Droplets of water sank into your skin that had been left from other’s washing their hands. Touya leaned his forehead onto yours and you weren’t sure if the pounding you could hear was the bass from the DJ booth or Touya’s heartbeat.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease me doll.” he huffed.

“’m not teasin’ Touya. I woulda married you, because I love you.” you confess.

The present tense doesn’t go unnoticed by him. You said love. Not loved. Love. You still love him. A feeling that intense wouldn’t just go away, no matter what you did to ignore it. You did love your fiancé too, but not like Touya. Touya’s the first man you let have you intimately. Touya’s the man who showed you how to fuck and what he likes. He moulded you to be his, but he didn’t love you. It was fine, it hurt, but it was fine. Being with him was enough for you, you loved him, but he was enough. Your feelings for your fiancé are nowhere near as intense as they are for Touya. He gestured to your panties, asking for permission to proceed, and you nodded.

“Wanna show me how much you love me princess?” he questioned.

He moved your panties to the side to reveal the glossy flesh underneath. He wasn’t ashamed to lick his lips in front of you at the sight. He did miss you. He did miss the secret treasure between your thighs that grounded him and made him feel something.

“Yes daddy,” you moaned, and he opened your legs wider, “I love you so much, please fuck me daddy.” you mewled as he could no longer keep himself away from your pussy. He slowly plunged two fingers into your keen hole and pulled them straight out, admiring the webbed slick on his fingers and how ready you were to take his cock.

He unbuckled the belt on his trousers and pulled out his erection. He patted your throbbing bead with his tip a few times before sliding himself up and down your slit to collect your arousal on his shaft. He pushed the tip inside and the stretch was glorious. You hadn’t felt so good in so long. Having someone you love so unequivocally share their body with you is a feeling you can’t describe. It was just the tip and you were already crying and whimpering, desperate to cum.

He sheathed himself inside of you all of the way to the hilt and began a relentless pace. He squashed your cheeks in his large palm until your lips puckered, delivering a sloppy wet kiss to your lips. He did you a favour by not leaving any marks on you. You were grateful, but also disappointed that you wouldn’t have any sign of him on your body.

“Gotta make it a quickie baby, got shit to do here. Are ya close?” he wondered, pulling down the top of your little dress to expose your tits to him. He was practically salivating as he admired how they bounced from each of his thrusts.

“Mhmm.” you told him, lying, but wanting to be good for him.

He slapped your right breast and you jolted at the surprise contact. Your walls constricted around his cock and he moaned loudly at the pressure.

“Use your words sweetheart. Are ya close?” he repeated.

“Y-Yes! Yes daddy!” you squeaked.

A few more thrusts and he was a goner. It was like he was disappointed that things had to end so soon. You’d only just found each other again, only just gotten each other back and things had to end so quickly.

“Oh, fuck. Baby, baby baby I’m cummin’ – shit – I love you. I fuckin’ love your pussy, princess. Such a good girl f’me.”

There it is. That fucking trademark I love you. You should have known he hadn’t changed. It was foolish to think he was starting to heal from his demons. Allowing his hair to grow out to it’s natural white hasn’t made him any less of the Touya you’d known. It wrenched your heart slightly to know that he was the same, that nothing you told him mattered, but you suppose it’s for the best. He tucked himself away and moved your panties back to keep his cum snuggly inside your cunt. He doesn’t seem to care that you didn’t cum, he usually makes it his mission to fuck you to completion. But you suppose he has things to do, he’s too busy to help you out. It’s for the best, really, it makes you feel slightly less guilty that you’ve cheated on your fiancé. It was the most cliché way to cheat too, at your fucking bachelorette party. But you fixed your outfit and took in a few deep breaths, knowing that you’d have to sit with your friends again with Touya’s cum settled disgustingly in your cunt and your underwear. You turned the lock on the door and almost left him there without saying a word. But he had something to say to you.

“Babe, I—”

“Don’t love me. I know Touya, we’ve been through this.” you interjected with a genuinely warm smile to let him know it’s okay. It is okay. You’re engaged to be married and he doesn’t love you. It’s a win-win by all accounts. But he squeezed your shoulder lightly, it felt otherworldly. An unfamiliar sensation you had never experienced before from him.

He loves you.

“Good luck with the wedding princess.” he told you, overstepping you and opening the door to leave.

You gave a curt nod as a thank you and he stepped out to leave again. But before he did, he had a few more parting words for you.

“A pro hero… Shigaraki thinks he’s so cool,” he began. You cleared your throat feeling slightly uncomfortable at the mention of his boss, an unpleasant reminder of who Touya really is and who you’ve chosen to share your body with.

“Erasure is a pretty cool quirk. I wonder if he can use it to erase the little bastard I just fucked into you.”

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ventismommy · 4 years ago

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Bennett thirst? got it.

I have NEVER been into bennett but your post changed everything HAHA so i raise you:

it’s late at night, and you two are in a cabin together, wether that be for a camp or on an expedition it doesn’t matter- and you’re asleep, and he’s needy as hell. You’ve been flirting for a while and haven’t really figured out what your relationship is and he’s nervous ab it but he needs you. So he wakes you up and you get him off oh so gently in the dark. enjoy~ <3

-Seb (Dove <3)

I literally cannot get corruption kink benny out of my head smh

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After a long day of exploring Wolvendom- and flirting with Bennett, because he was absolutely adorable when he was flustered, definitely not because you had feelings for him, you lied to yourself- nothing felt better than retreating to the little cabin the two of you had found and fixed up. You’d already cooked some Grilled Fish skewers for the both of you, with some Mint Jelly afterwards, and washed off in the lake once Bennett had his turn, and now you were slipping into nightclothes, having agreed that the two of you would turn away from each other and having no idea that he was actually staring at your body with a bright red blush.

You’d long since gotten used to sleeping in the same bed as him for expeditions like these; it still gave you butterflies, but not as intense as the first time when you’d woken up accidentally tangled in each other’s arms. Bennett had refused to look you in the eye that day.

This time he curled up at your back, facing away from you. His back was pressed against yours, warm and comforting- comforting because it meant you knew he was safe, in that bed next to you in his oversized shirt and messy hair. The two of you fell asleep not long after, tired from your adventure, and Benny slipped into dreams...

“Mmm, don’t worry darling, let me take care of you...”

“So good for me, Benny, keep it up darling~”

“You can do it, it’s okay, shhh shh shh, I’ve got you-”

Your voice, running through his head on repeat. He didn’t know why the phrases you were saying made his head spin and his thighs rub together in his sleep, didn’t know what the unfamiliar feeling was beyond the mandatory sex talk he’d gotten from his dads, just knew that oh, he wanted you to stop flirting and just touch him.

Bennett awoke with a start, a thin sheen of sweat on his feverish skin and an ache between his thighs. Sitting up, he tried taking deep breaths, tried going back to sleep, tried not to stare at you, but nothing helped, and oh he was so desperate.

So, turning where he sat to face you, he gently shook your shoulder with one hand, whispering your name. It took a few times, but eventually you stirred, turning over.

“Mmm?” You hummed in question, not completely awake yet. But Bennett was too far gone for words, too needy, so he simply waited a few seconds til you woke up a bit more and then took your hand, tentatively guiding it to the bulge in his boxers. When your hand finally touched him through the fabric, he let out a weak groan and tightened his grip on your wrist, rocking forward into your hand a bit. “B-Bennett? What are y- oh?”

At that he turned bright red, embarrassed, but didn’t stop, didn’t let go of your wrist. “S-sorry- you t-tease so m-much- needed-need-” His words failed him when you started to apply a little pressure, palming him gently and watching his adorable little face. “Oh, I see~ don’t you worry darling, I know you’re needy- I’m going to give you what you want, I promise-”

You sat up slowly, pushing him down to lay on his back and leaning over him. You bent down slightly to muzzle at his neck, an indication for him to turn his head as you continued to rub him through his boxers. He gave soft little moans every time your hand pushed into him- he didn’t know what was going on, but it felt good, it made the ache go away, and he wanted more.

You nipped at his neck, making him gasp and shudder. And then, he started to rock his hips into your hand, slowly at first but getting more desperate by the minute. Before long he was panting hard, desperately rutting against your hand, and you had to push his hips down a bit. “Shh, shhh, slow down, my darling boy, relax, you’ll tire yourself out-”

“B-But it hurts,” he whined, struggling against your hold on his hip. “I-I’ve never- I don’t know what’s going on- I j-just want m-more-”

Oh, he was so pure, so adorable, that you couldn’t resist the urge to wreck him.

“Alright, puppy, shhhh, I’m gonna make it better for you, okay?”

He let out a pitchy little cry, nodding fervently.

“But we gotta go slow, dear, we don’t want to overwhelm you-”

He gave a little whine at the word slow, but seemed to quiet down a bit, no longer struggling. “There’s a good boy,” you murmured, and Bennett whimpered.

Sliding your hand downwards, you found the waistband of his boxers and tugged at it, pulling them down inch by inch til you could slide them off of his legs. When you did, you planted a little kiss on his scraped knee before moving back to where you were.

This time you were able to reach down and wrap a hand around his cock, slowly starting to stroke him. “A-a-ah!” He cried out, hand reaching out to grab your other arm for support. His hips twisted in pleasure, bucking up into your hand a few times as he got accustomed to the unfamiliar but so, so good feeling. And then he whimpered something that made your ears perk up in interest.

“M-Mommy, please!”

Oh, you couldn’t refuse.

Running a thumb along the slit at his tip, you chuckled to yourself. “Oh, baby boy, you’re already dripping...so adorable...don’t you worry, Mommy’s going to take real good care of you.”

Bennett squirmed restlessly underneath you, breathlessly moaning with every touch. Your hand felt s-so good, and there was this hot, tight tension in his core, and he just wanted to make it burst, make it go away.

“Relax, darling, it’s alright...I’m here, you can let it out-”

Overwhelmed tears started to stream down his face, and you kissed them away, each one.

“Bennett, dear, can you close your eyes for me sweetheart? Can you do that?”

He nodded with a little whine, closing his eyes obediently and even halting his movements.

“Oh, good boy,” you whispered gently to him while you sat up, pulling off your panties and lifting your oversized shirt. His hands instinctively flew to your thighs when he felt them on either side of his hips, and you let him squeeze onto them in anticipation, bucking uselessly into the air. And then you slid down carefully, enveloping his cock inside of you, and oh, the noise he made was just sinful.

“W-W-What is that- feels g-go-o-ood- hhhnng- Momm-my!” he wailed, thrusting upwards into that hot, perfect feeling. That tension was already getting closer to bursting, even as you steadied him and shushed him comforting my before starting to slide up and down, riding him slowly. “D-Darling, shhh shh shh, it’s okay, it’s alright, slow down now, we’re gonna take it nice and slow, okay?”

“O-Ok-kay, s-sorry Mommy, it j-just fe-eels- ah!”

You smiled softly at him as you started to pick up your pace, riding him juuust a little bit faster now. “You don’t have to apologize, p-puppy, it’s alright- tonight is about you, okay?”

Bennett only whined quietly in response, head tossing to either side. So close, so close- it got even worse when you started clenching around him, rubbing your clit in fast little circles to try and get yourself to that edge so you wouldn’t have to overstimulate him. Every thrust up and down was so agonizingly slow, dragging that perfect feeling up and down his sensitive cock.

“M-Mommy, what’s this f-f-feeling, something’s gonna- m’gonna- hah~” he sobbed, back arching and accidentally pushing him further into you. That earned a soft moan from you as your fingers and his cock made that same tension start to form in you. You kept working those quick circles as you rode him, getting close yourself, and your free hand reached upwards to caress his cheek. “I-It’s normal, baby boy, don’t worry- it’s a good thing- now just k-keep- hah- keep going for me, okay? You can do it, baby.”

When he started to cry a little bit more, you returned to kissing his tears away. And then, he started to sloppily buck upwards, getting close to reaching his high, just needing that final push- you clenched around him-

And he was gone.

“A-a-ah-hah~ M-Mommy, mommy, mo-mommy- I- I love you- I love you I love you I love you-”

You were stunned for a second, but quickly regained your senses. Did he just...he did... how do I respond?

So you decided to just tell the truth, quit hiding.

As you planted a few more harsher bites along his neck, you started to call out to him. “Bennett, my love, I love you too my darling, h-hah, so- good for me-”

And with that, you came too, leaning forward a bit before carefully lifting off of him. As soon as you laid down next to him he was scooting over to you to hold you in a bone crushing hug. “Y-You really love me? With all my bad luck?”

“Of course I do, Bennett...how could I not?” You replied, gently stroking his hair as you cuddled him.

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| THIEF | ┴SIƎH | [CHAPTER 2]

pairing; heistau!minghao x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; heist!au, dom!minghao, dirty talk, fucking in public, quickies, loads of banter, degradation, rough fucking, no aftercare whatsoever, this is also the meanest i feel i’ve ever written minghao hJHDAJ ☠️ also I wrote this with the homerun mv in mind with the train bit sooooo u kno 🥴 LOL also why do I always do this pairing im going to ja1l for this one dsfhskdh also train trips that are more than a day r so boring i did it once and slept the entire time lmao fhsjkd 🤣 As always inbox roundup tomorrow and s’more thirst posts 😗💕 I hope yall have a great weekend! I love u! Enjoy ch 2! 💕

As a refresher:

🐰 team: leader; Jeonghan | members; Chan, Joshua, Seungkwan

🐱 team: leader; Wonwoo | members; Soonyoung, Jun, Jihoon, Minghao

🐶 team: leader; Mingyu | members; Seungcheol, Vernon, Seokmin

chapters; 1 - 2 - ?

Jeonghan sends you on a weekend excursion - waving you off as he settles into his leather office chair.

‘Try to get the job done without having too much fun,’ he’d said.

And for you, spending an entire weekend on a train trying to locate a 1.2 million dollar emerald is equal parts hurting your ass from the uncomfortable, old bench seats and boring even though it’d only been the first night out of three.

Shoulda left the job to Chan.

Sighing, you visit the cafe car for the second time that night - hoping to fit in a midnight snack before you even attempt to sleep on the hard bench seat for the evening.

When you pry the car door open, you’re immediately hit with the soft jazz music from the small radio and smell of stale donuts - too tired to even notice the eyes watching as you make your way over to the snack counter to grab a bottle of water.

“Fancy seeing you here, doll.”

You clench your jaw; fingers tight around the bottle of water when you spin to find Minghao in a corduroy suit and mussed hair that falls into his eyes - hands in his pocket as he steps closer towards you.

Unfortunately, now this meant you had competition to find that damned emerald.

“I… wasn’t aware I had company on this weekend trip.” You bite back - a tight lipped smile on your face when you try to sidestep the male.

You’d only run into Minghao once before; his kind eyes and soft demeanor deceiving when he’d expertly tied you up and taken the 5.5 million dollar blue sapphire from your bag - only after fucking you and leaving you hunched over the empty glass case with his cum sliding down your thighs.

Jeonghan still held it over your head too.

“Oho~ you think you’d be alone? Tsk, so naive, doll.” He tilts his head at you; lifts in a soft pout. “But y’know… it’s going to be a long weekend, isn’t it? Why don’t we help each other out a little, hmm? Let’s not waste a good opportunity for some fun.”

He reaches for your wrist with a free hand, tugging you closer to himself as you gasp. “W-why would I help you? Especially after what you did last time, huh?” You mentally curse yourself for the thoughts floating around in your head but you can’t forget the way Minghao’s cock felt inside of you and the way he knew how to make your toes curl in such a small amount of time.

“I let you cum, didn’t I? I’m sure your ‘boss’ wasn’t too pressed about it.”

You roll your eyes in return, “Actually, he was and still is. So I’d appreciate it if you just let me do my job and quit distracting me.” Attempting to shake off all the arousal ready to fog up your mind, you try to remind yourself of the task at hand as your eyes sweep over the otherwise empty cafe car.

Minghao watches with a cheeky smile at the way you try to ignore him but he already knows the look in your eyes when you check to see if he’s looking.

“Do you honestly think you’re going to find the person with the emerald this late at night? It’s some idiot transporter thinking that taking a train means they’ll fly under the radar.” He rolls his eyes, leaning up against the snack counter. “They’re most likely asleep but also most likely armed, if anything. I wouldn’t try my luck if I were you, doll.”

Groaning, you figure he’s actually right for once and you find yourself finally giving into the temptation as you let your mind wander.

After all, Jeonghan had only said to not have too much fun.

When you take Minghao back to your small empty train cabin, it’s a race to get enough of your clothes off for him to fuck you without getting too intimate.

“We have all weekend, doll. What’s the rush?” He jokes, tossing his corduroy jacket onto the opposite bench as you roll your panties down your legs and spread your legs wide for Minghao to situate himself between.

“If I find that emerald, I’m getting off this fuckin’ train the second it stops in the next city at 4AM. You’ll be lucky if you see me at breakfast in the morning. Now, hurry up and fuck me. I still wanna sleep.”

There’s no shame from you at all when Minghao peers down - brow raised at how wet you already are despite him not doing anything yet. “What exactly were you thinking about, doll?”

“The way Chan fucked me this morning.” You quip. “God, he was so rough. Had me squirting all over the bed while he fucked me so good. Can’t stop thinkin’ about his huge cock pounding my cunt so fucking hard.”

Minghao narrows his eyes, fingertips on the zipper of his slacks. He doesn’t say a word when he undoes the zipper and only chuckles under his breath when he shimmies his slacks and boxer briefs down enough to wrap a hand around his hardening cock.

“That so? Mm, I guess I don’t need to fuck you then since you already got your fix? Don’t wanna spoil you too much, doll.”

You reach a hand between your legs, fingertips on your clit as you moan. Your fingers flit down, collecting the wetness on them before easing in two fingers and thrusting them in and out. “Mmh, don’t you wanna fuck my tight ‘n wet pussy? I thought you wanted to help each other out, Minghao?” You shoot him a cocky smirk, eyes hazy as you watch his own hand running up and down his shaft.

“My ‘lil cunt is begging to be filled again… I can still feel some of Chan’s cum in me… Don’t you wanna fuck it out of me?” Batting your eyelashes at him innocently, you watch his demeanor shift as he peers up at you through his long fringe.

“Don’t you wanna see your cum pouring out of my filthy ‘lil hole?”

You bite your lip, curling your fingers inside of you as Minghao reaches a hand to tug your hand away.

“You’re so fuckin’ mouthy. No wonder your ass is always getting in trouble.” He pushes your hand away, simultaneously scooting in closer as he positions his cock at your entrance. “Make your pretty self cum on my cock whenever the fuck you want.”

Rolling your eyes, you nod and keep your fingers on your clit when Minghao starts to sink his cock into your tight warmth. “Oh fuuuuuck…”

Minghao meets no resistance as he sinks his cock in - bottoming out in a single motion with ease before he draws his hips back to thrust back in.

He starts a quick pace, eager to cum and make his exit before anything else could possibly happen.

“Huh, guess you weren’t lying.” He mumbles; hands on your thighs to spread your legs wider, only for you to wrap them around his waist as you tug him in closer.

His hips piston into you - cock tapping your g-spot as you moan loudly in the small room and your fingers rub quick, hurried circles on your clit as you try to match Minghao’s harsh pace.

“God, your pussy feels so fuckin’ good, doll. It’s a shame we don’t see each other more often.” Minghao smirks, fucking you hard enough to make your body jerk against the hard seat bench and the movements of the train have you swaying and moving with his harsh thrusts. “Ever think about switching sides? We can be nice too~”

“Ngh, fuck n-no…” You grimace as your back rubs against the rough material of the seat; trying to readjust slightly to make yourself more comfortable as Minghao jostles your body.

“Aww, is the ‘lil princess uncomfortable? I know you rather be fucked in a nice bed and not some dingy train bench but we can’t always get what we want, huh?” You clench around his cock, making him groan and only thrust into you harder as his blunt fingernails dig into your skin.

“Hurry up and fuckin’ cum inside my pussy… God I want it so bad…” Whining, you pinch your own clit as you mewl and arch your chest closer to Minghao. “Maybe once you leave, I’ll sit here and finger your cum back into my cunt to make myself cum again…”

“Fuck, you’re so filthy…”

Minghao feels his cock throbbing - already close to an orgasm with your walls clamping down onto his cock in a vice grip. “I’ll make sure to give you a nice big load of my cum to keep you satisfied. Maybe fill up your filthy ‘lil cunt all weekend so your boss can see what a good job you did when you come back empty-handed.” He goads.

You choose to not reply, instead, focusing on bringing yourself closer and closer to your own orgasm when you start to feel Minghao’s thrusts becoming more and more erratic. He starts pushing your legs up, leaning more and more over your bent body to get more leverage.

“Mmh, fuck, yes, give me all your cum, Minghao~”

He growls in return, eyes clamping shut when he feels himself slip off the edge and into a mind melting orgasm. You moan at the warmth that pours over you and you quickly follow suit as you cum on his cock - walls fluttering around him as the two of you ride out your highs.

You can already feel the cum sliding down to the seat underneath you as he continues to thrust into you - fucking his cum deeper into your cunt as your body trembles underneath him. “God, h-how much are you cumming? Ah, fucking m-making a m-mess… Fuck, my p-pussy’s so full...”

Minghao laughs, opening his hazy eyes to watch you milk your own orgasm as you rub soft circles on your swollen clit.

“Isn’t that what you wanted, doll?”

When his and your orgasm start to ebb away, you slowly start pushing Minghao away from your quivering body. “Okay, time’s up. You should go.” His cock slides out from your spent pussy covered in your wetness and his cum as he kneels on the dingy carpet.

A soft ‘wow’ falls from Minghao’s lips as he nods; quietly tugging his slacks and boxer briefs back up as you sit with your legs pulled up and your hands to your sides. “You’re not a very nice host, doll.”

“I’m only returning the favour.” You smirk.

Minghao stands - eyes flitting to the cum pooling underneath you onto the seat bench. “You gonna sleep in that tonight?” He tears his eyes away from you to grab his jacket, tugging it back on before checking his appearance in the reflection of the glass window.

“Are you worried about it?”

“About what? You sleeping comfortably? Not really, doll. Just figuring you should clean that before someone else sees. Wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed.”

You let out a scoff, head tilted towards the door. “Okay, now you really should go. Can’t be see fraternizing with the enemy, right, Minghao?”

“Isn’t that what you do best, doll?”

Minghao takes his leave before you can comment back, laughing on his way out before the door to your train cabin slams shut.

You’ll give it two minutes.

When you know for sure Minghao is gone and not standing in front of the privacy glass window of the cabin, you hurriedly start to collect your things.

It’d only take a few minutes before he realized the emerald from the left front pocket of his slacks was missing so you had to move fast.

You just hadn’t realized it would’ve been that easy.

A quiet giggle bubbles past your lips as you slide your panties and pants back on - worrying about the cum soaking into the material later as you simultaneously store the emerald safely into your bag while also trying to text Jeonghan that you’d be back much sooner than anticipated.

‘Taking the 4am.’

In the midst of his high, Minghao let his guard down and you knew you only had seconds to move when you leaned forward - a quick sleight of hand getting you the emerald and letting you finish your job within 24 hours of it beginning.

Maybe you’d spend the rest of the weekend at a resort.

Once your clothes are fixed and your bag packed, you stealthily open your cabin door - making sure Minghao was nowhere in sight before you turned the corner.

All you had to do now was to make sure Minghao didn’t catch you before 4am came.

‘Good work, bun. Get back safely.’

#minghao smut #the8 smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #minghao scenarios #minghao imagines #the8 imagines #the8 scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #minghao fic #the8 fic #minghao #the8

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nana1000night · 2 years ago

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Werewolves, vampires, lich, and demon foxes Ch.1

It’s the first time I translate my fics about Naruto so... yeah

pairings : Sasusaku, Naruhina, Shikamari, Kakashi x OFC(Suzume)

Have you heard of the Eye of Reincarnation? In another world full of chakra, where there are large and small countries, the five most powerful countries are fire, wind, earth, thunder, and wind, and in the Land of Fire, ruled by werewolves, vampires, liches, and demon foxes, but their ancestors offended the rabbit orc, the goddess of Urantia Kaguya, so they were cursed with.

Whenever the moon is full, each of the four leaders of the four races will lose their sanity and will not be able to remain human until they pass through the Eye of Reincarnation, find their destined mate, and use their tears, blood, and hair to exchange for the antidote with Kaguya, otherwise they will become slaves to their lust forever and will not be able to regain their sanity!

The antidote can only partially lift the curse once, and it will only be lifted after seven chiefs are accumulated.

Legend has it that the Goddess of Usagi once had two children, but during the war, the younger brother became a sacrifice of the power of the moon and his eyes turned white, while the older brother became a sacrifice of the power of the sun and gained the bloodshot eyes.

However, after the war subsided, the people who were afraid of the power forced the brother to divide the power into seven equal parts, which were held by different countries, while the brother returned part of the power to the moon and used the other part to protect his mother and brother.

However, the people's fear of power did not go away, and they gathered to seal the power of the two brothers using alchemy and imprisoned their bodies in the center of the church.

Angry at the loss of his brother, Kaguya could not bear the pain of losing him and turned his hatred into a curse:

The man who starts this massacre with a thirst for blood will become a prisoner of gluttony until he finally learns to gently smell the rose in his arms.

The man who chooses to fight violence with fear of power will become a slave of rage until he finally learns to listen to the mockingbird's song.

The man whose greed for knowledge seals this pair of brothers will leave the mark of idleness until he finally learns to stop and understand the message of the wind.

The man who imprisons the body of a priest for his contempt for life will pay the price of arrogance until he finally learns to pray to the sun and the moon for the sake of others.

The night has come, or rather, it has never left this castle. Tonight is a new moon, a sharp crescent cutting through the thick night sky, but covered by clouds.

In the nearby pumpkin field, a flock of crows flew up from the scarecrow and headed for the forest in the north.

Rough birdsong brought the stench of death and blood, and soon the wolves began to howl into the night

Someone pushed open the heavy door, the bright flash of the crystal chandelier did not disappear, the cold November wind was blocked by the oak door, the visitor took off his silvery white cloak and threw it on the red carpet of the hall with the wind and snow, a few moments later, the cloak disappeared without a trace.

"You're late, Kakashi."

The black-haired, black-eyed boy leaned his upper body on the railing of the second floor and gazed down at the visitor with a slightly dissatisfied look

"I'm sorry, Sasuke. I'm sorry, Sasuke. I had a little trouble with the job and it took me a little longer.

The silver-haired young man known as Kakashi had his left eye covered by blue fabric and the black pupil of his right eye was slightly smiling.

The black-haired boy did not respond, but only locked his eyes on Kakashi's left chest

"You found out; the blood race has a terrible sensitivity to blood.

The object in his arms was gently pulled out of his grey sleeveless soft armor, and Kakashi sighed as he walked up to the second floor.

"I caught it from the Land of Snow, but it doesn't look like a mockingbird."

"The others are waiting for you." Sasuke said this and turned towards the parlor on the second floor.

"So why are you late again, Kakashi? It's finally our three brides' turn to be announced!"

"Kakashi, what's that in your hand?"

The blonde-haired, blue-eyed young man expressed his displeasure, while the other, with his hair tied back, looked up at the creature in Kakashi's arms

"It's a silver-throated long-tailed tit, I found it.

I found it." "Found it? Let's see... Although the wound was stopped in time, it seemed to be unable to fly for a short period of time, why did you save it, Kakashi?

A simple sweep of the snow-white mass of hair paralyzed Kakashi's hand, Naruto made a brief judgment and then looked at his opponent curiously.

"I say you guys, get ready to start."

Sasuke found a single sofa chair and sat down, his left elbow on the arm of the sofa, holding the weight of his head

After the four of them were positioned, the mirror of the reincarnation eye placed in the center of the parlor, the reincarnation eye on the top of the mirror gradually emitted a purple aura

After a few moments, the pink-haired, blue-eyed girl fell out of the mirror.

"Ah!" The long pink hair covered her face, and when she gradually came to her senses from the dizziness, she found herself in someone's arms, her turquoise pupils facing the blood-colored pupils that had been linked into sharp blades by the three hooks.

"Hey, Sasuke! You're moving too fast! I didn't even get to hold Sakura yet!"

"Sasuke?" The young girl's soft voice is like spring, hiding the noises behind her

"It's Sakura..."

As soon as he put the girl down, the boy felt a weight on his left shoulder.

"I said Sasuke, the mirror of the eye of reincarnation did not say who Sakura is destined to be the bride of Oh, you move so quickly means ..."

The silver-haired young man's flirtatious tone made the girl's cheeks blush crimson, and her blue waves ripple as she looked at her beloved boy, unable to conceal her thoughts.

The "bored." The two words finally spit out, Sasuke walked back to the single sofa chair, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep

The cherry-haired girl opened and closed her mouth countless times, and finally had to hang her head down helplessly.

"Well, since Sakura is here, it means you have a chance to be Sasuke's destined bride, don't be discouraged..."

The girl's soft pink hair was gently patted, and when he met the dark-haired boy's sharp gaze, Kakashi raised his hands in a timely gesture of surrender

"Oh, and Sakura, could you do me a fevor?"

"I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this child's condition. She has a high fever that won't go away."

The bird's body was trembling in his arms, and Kakashi's expression was rare and serious.

"This baby bird? How cute! Where did you find her?"

"I found it on the side of the road when I was doing my job."

"Found?" The fluorescent green light coalesced at her fingertips, and the flowing magic wrapped around the wound on the snow dumpling's wing, forcing some black magic particles to squeeze out, regrouping and squirming around the wound.

Sakura didn't dare to be careless and tried to use water magic to remove all the black particles, but when she saw all the black particles enter the water ball, a black hand caught it.

"This is black magic. I'll give you the information about the toxin later, Sakura. I'll destroy this one first."

The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it.

"What a pain in the ass."

"Thank you for your help, Kagome."

Sakura smiled kindly at Kagamaru before a blonde hair blocked her view

"Sakura, I'm still here! How could you forget about me!"

Naruto puffed up his cheeks and complained that his childhood friend had forgotten him when he saw him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so happy to see Sasuke, so this is the seventh class of the long-lost life together.

"Yes, all four of us are here, and Sakura is also my destined bride, hehehe ......"

Before Naruto finished giggling, a chestnut knocked directly to Naruto's head

"Don't talk nonsense to me! Naruto, you are always like this, if Sasuke-kun misunderstood what to do ah?

"But ......"

I'm not going to be able to get the best out of you.

"The first thing you need to do is to let the mirror of the eye of reincarnation pick out the rest of the bride, or someone will just leave.

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.

The second bride, with blonde hair and a large iron fan, emerges from the mirror

"Oh? Sakura?"

"Temari? Even the Princess of Wind is participating in the Mirror of the Eye of Reincarnation trial?

Sakura sighed at the enormous number of candidates for her destined bride.

"I think it's because someone owes us wind spirits that I'm coming.

"I don't care who it is, it's not you, the troublemaker."

Shikamaru leaned back on the back of the sofa and looked helplessly at the crystal chandelier flashing above his head.

"The actual fact is that you can help you break the curse and pay back the debt for what the wind spirit did back then.

The first thing you need to do is to get rid of the curse.

"The actual princess is a good person. Or... haha."

The first thing you need to do is to look at Shikamaru, who continues to play dead, and gently caress the sleeping fits in his arms.

When the third bride came out of the mirror, everyone, including the bride herself, was startled

"Hinata?

"Hey? Naruto-kun? Sakura and everyone, why are you all here? What's this?"

The young girl with the rare all-white eyes, who looked a bit weak and quiet, hunched her shoulders and looked back at the Mirror of the Eye of Reincarnation with unease

"This is the castle where I, Sasuke, Kakashi and Shikamaru live, and you, too, are here as the chosen bride?"

"The, the choosen bride? Does that mean... Am I going to be Naruto's bride?"

The shy indigo-haired girl's face was like freshly boiled hot water, and steam was coming out continuously.

"Hina, look at your outfit, are you a priest of the temple now?"

Sakura looked at Hinata's beautiful purple priestess costume with envy.

"Well, father-sama said that since I've come of age and the moon god has chosen me, I should take up this position as soon as possible.

"Oh, well, do we have to wait for the fourth bride to arrive?

"The destined bride has already arrived, so the next step is a long and troublesome bonding process.

Shikamaru seemed to have just woken up, yawning, and sitting up, and the shadow beside him hurriedly added a glass of water for his master

"The other side of the room, the shadow, hastily offered the master a glass of water. But there are only three of us, how can we all be here? ...Ah, Kakashi-sensei will be an adult before the other three, that is to say," he said.

Satisfied with the curious gazes of the smart and thoughtful girls who had figured out the answer, Kakashi brought the fits in his hands to the three women

"The fourth bride is here..."

As soon as he finished, the three women scanned Kakashi with incredulous eyes, and Sakura and Temari took hold of Hina and stepped back three feet.

"Are all werewolves so special in their fetishes?

"I never knew that Kakashi-sensei, your hobbies are so... peculiar."

"What do you all think I am?"

In the face of young women's misconceptions and associations about their preferences in choosing their mates, Kakashi couldn't help but explain with dead fisheyes, despite the ridicule of his three companions behind him

"This is a bird-like orc, although it is now so small, but she has long been an adult, the original form as hand bow, no, even the size of my body.

"Hey... I see, Kakashi-sensei, you should have told me earlier!

"Ahaha ......" Kakashi can only laugh dryly

<Ch.2>

#werewolves vampires lich and demon foxes series

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1kook · 4 years ago

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paint job, hand job

a some way, some how jk smut drabble ((there’s references to it but honestly this could be read alone)) tags; established relationship, more autoshop fun, handjobs, praise pink, spitting :/, nipple play, jk gets pampered basically, hints of domesticity notes; I wrote sw,sh bc I specifically wanted to write this scene and in the end I forgot about it…. so here it is in drabble form 🤩

also thank u to my buddy @kigurumu for reading this over for me 🖤🥺 no more wrong usage of verb tenses🤩 and u have rumu to thank for it!!!!!! also thank rumu for sliding me this gif v.v

In the past few months, you’ve come to learn a multitude of new things about Jungkook. He was still as wonderful and endearing as he’d been his whole life, and with no soul-crushing secrets between you two, you were exposed to a whole new side of him. There were, of course, a lot of nice things, tiny actions you had only just begun to notice; the way his eye twitched when he was looking at a car, the mindless way he’d bump his foot against a wheel when he was thinking. But for all the wonderful things Jungkook was, you would also catch sight of weirder quirks. Not weird in that they made him a terrible person, but weird as in they weren’t exactly qualities the majority of society strived to have. There weren’t many, but the ones you knew of weren’t exactly ideal to your position as his girlfriend.

One, he was extremely bad at asking for help. One time you caught him floating through the bread aisle at the supermarket, hands drifting over the plastic bags as if his touch alone would remind him which was your preferred brand. It was amusing watching him wander like a ghost until you finally walked up behind him, gestured towards a loaf. You didn’t mind little things like this, after all you were very picky about buying the correct brands, and Jungkook knows this. At the time, you thought it was adorable. Overtime, however, you can admit that his fifteen minute detour to the bread aisle could have easily been cut in half with one simple text your way.

Two, he was easily stressed. Jungkook’s job was pretty grueling during the fall, when college kids were back on the roads and fucking up their cars every chance they got. Thanks to the multitude of employees on his team, he was never doing too many repairs at once. But every so often, he’d find a project that spoke to him and he’d pour every ounce of dedication into it. He always did good, always left customers happy. The real obstacle was Jungkook’s own need to always one-up himself. He was perpetually unsatisfied with his work, no matter how many times people praised him.

Lastly, and probably where you find yourself struggling the most, was his inability to communicate these things. He never asked for help, never told you he was feeling stressed. It was a guessing game with him, trying to figure out if he needed some extra support or not. You slipped up at times, tried to help him with something only for him to wave you off with an amused smile.

But there were other times where he desperately needed you and didn’t know how to ask. Like now, the shop completely dark save for a lamp shoved up beside his lonely form in the empty garage.

Rolling your sore ankles around once, your heels clack loudly as you enter the space, keys tossed somewhere onto the metal tabletop as you set to work preparing him a snack. His newest project was repairing a beat up Ford GT from the early 2000’s, a silver body with dark blue decals running over the hood. He had found it somewhere by his mom’s house, fell in love, and had been on a mission to revive it since. All this would’ve been fine, normally, if Jungkook wasn’t so set on getting everything perfect down to the last detail. Tonight, it was fixing the exterior. The garage reeked of paint.

It had been like this for the past three days. You would come over, catch him cooped up in the garage late after working hours, and make him something to eat. The weekend had been okay because you had stayed over most of the day and checked in on him when you could. But Monday was trickier to plan around; one glance at the clock told you it was a little past nine.

That morning, as you packed your lunch, you had been mindful of setting aside some for him too. Now, as you pulled a plastic container of washed and scalped strawberries for him, you were glad you had thought ahead.

It’s much brighter where he is compared to the rest of the garage, the yellow glow of the lamp glaring down at where he’s carefully running a brush against the edge of one, straight line. If he hears you come closer, he doesn’t acknowledge it, furrowed brows narrowed at the metal before him. Setting the container on a tool cart beside him, you lean down to brush your lips against his cheek. “Hi,” you murmur, wait for him to mindlessly turn his head and kiss you.

He does, a quick kiss, before diving back into his work. A beat of silence, and then, “hi, baby,” quietly, almost robotically. You don’t mind, leaning over his shoulder to glance at how perfectly he manages to paint along a straight edge, even with you breathing over his neck. He’s got the stool raised up today to properly lean over the hood of the car. Shorter than you still, but higher up than how you usually find him beneath a car. After a moment you return your gaze to the side of his face, pink bottom lip caught between his teeth as his eyes scan over his work, round glasses barely clinging to his nose. Cute, you think, faintly nudging the spectacles up the bridge of his nose for him. He mutters a soft, “thanks.”

You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders when he finally leans away from the car, dark eyes scanning over the paint job. Occasionally you pluck a strawberry out from the container, hold it to his lips as he munches through it, puckered lips mindlessly opening and closing for you. You don’t stop until he’s eaten half of them, by which you then move on to your daily questioning. “What else d’you eat today?” You ask.

It takes him a moment to respond. “Subway,” he says, gestures with a nod at the discarded wrappers in the trash.

“And when was that?”

“Around noon.”

You sigh, rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Baby, that was a long time ago. Have you even showered today?” You ask, tug the beanie off his head to get a whiff of his hair. It smells okay, but you have a feeling his last shower was yesterday night. Jungkook doesn’t say anything but at the first brush of your fingers through his hair, he dissolves. His head rolls back, desperate to feel your touch on him for the first time in a while. You snort, dragging your nails along his scalp. “Feel good?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, body loosening. “So good.”

You beam, trace your fingers down the curve of his neck, until goosebumps are springing up. “You’re so tense,” you note, hands drifting to rub over his shoulders. Jungkook sighs, head falling between his shoulders as you get to work on them. “You need to relax, honey.”

“I know,” he sadly agrees, and, like a baby, stretches his arms up cutely, before letting himself slouch again. You let your hands drop, wrapping your arms loosely around his chest. “But I wanna do good.”

“You always do good,” you tell him, squeezing his middle in reassurance. Jungkook sighs like he doesn’t believe you. “But,” you add, and at this he visibly deflates. “You’d do even better if you relaxed every now and then. No one’s waiting on this car. It’s just for fun, remember?”

He’s always had this obsession with perfection. You suspect it stems from his past, his relationship with Sojin, and most importantly, his relationship with her dad. One can only take so much criticism from their lover’s parents until they snap. Snap, or begin to believe it’s true. He must’ve suffered through so much in their time together and never once did he fight back, a thought that makes you frown as you watch his knee bounce nervously.

Another sigh. You kiss behind his ear, rubbing your hands soothingly over his chest. However, you greatly underestimate how strongly your thirst for Jungkook runs, because even now with him all mopey in your arms, you want nothing more than to please him.

A subtle brush over his abdomen, and Jungkook inhales a tight gasp, abs curling beneath your wandering hands. The sweatshirt he's wearing is your only obstacle. Pressing your lips to the mole on the back of his neck, you move your mouth to his ear. “Let me take care of you?” You murmur, nibbling at one of the tiny hoops that lines his ears.

He tenses up, turning his head, half-lidded eyes analyzing your features. After a moment, he nods, cheeks flushed.

“Good boy,” you purr, hands creeping beneath the hem of his top, faintly tracing over his skin. Jungkook lets out a shaky exhale, muscles tensing under your touch. Another kiss beneath his ear.

It’s rare that he lets you do this, let’s you pamper him while he does nothing. Jungkook was a fairly proactive lover, always making sure you were completely satisfied before anything else. In the past few months of being in a relationship with him, you can hardly remember a time he came without you.

Which is why you take extra care gliding your hands up his chest, over his pecs. His heartbeat thunders beneath your palm, skin so soft and kissable. You’ll save that for another day, you think, tracing a finger over his nipple. It hardens quickly, and you don’t miss the way he shifts in his seat as you begin rolling it between your fingers. “You like that?” You hum, lips pressed against his ear.

It’s so easy to get as close as you’d like, breasts pressing against his back. Jungkook nods, shaky breaths escaping his throat.

While one hand busies itself on his chest, tugging at the sensitive buds until he’s jolting in his seat, the other creeps back around his waist. You run your hand along the skin above his waistband and relish in the way his muscles twitch, until you’re finally slipping it down over his sweats.

His cock is hard, painfully so, and a soft moan escapes him when you run your hand over his length, cupping the head gently. “Look how hard you’ve gotten,” you tease, pressing your palm down more forcefully. Jungkook huffs. “Just from me playing with your nipples,” you chuckle, kissing down the side of his neck. Even through the fabric, you can feel every twitch of his cock, every throb as he grows more and more aroused.

“You like having your nipples played with?” You ask, abandoning his cock to slip both your hands up his shirt again. Jungkook complains with a soft whine, rolling his head back to the ceiling. He’s choked off when you catch both nipples in your hands, pinch the pebbled buds. His hips squirm against the stool, rutting up into nothing, as you continue over his chest. “How does it feel, sweetheart?”

“G-Good,” he gasps, knuckled fists trembling on his knees, pale from how tight he squeezes them. “Can you…?”

“Can I what?” You hum, finally releasing him in favor of gliding your hands down his stomach and over his thighs teasingly. He’s pliant under your touch, muscular thighs reduced to two trembling masses at your every touch.

Jungkook bites down a whimper, eyes trained on the hands that dance over his lower half, barely brushing over his cock like he wanted them to. “Kook?” You croon, right against his ear. He bucks into the air, his head finally lolling back to rest against your shoulder. “Finish your sentence, babe.”

He nods but you can tell he doesn’t remember what he wanted anymore, eyes rolling back behind his foggy glasses. You smirk, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “I, um,” he falters, legs spreading wider as you continue massaging your palms over them. “You…um.” A few more stuttered ‘ums’ later, and then, nothing.

After a moment it’s obvious he won’t say anymore, mind a frazzled mess as he falls headfirst into the sensations you’re bestowing upon him. “It’s not proper to say ‘um’ so many times,” you scold, finally let your hand rest over his cock. He sucks in a breath, teeth clenched. “Good boys don’t do that, y’know.”

“S-Sorry,” he chokes out, and you forgive him with a squeeze around the head of his cock. “Wanna be good,” Jungkook pants, voice strung high.

“I know you do,” you murmur, kissing down his neck as your hand continues rubbing over his cock. His hips circle, body sinking further back onto you as he melts under your touches. “Wiggle your pants down for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes, yes,” he concedes, hands scrambling for his bottoms. Unravelling yourself from around his waist, you wrap your arms around his shoulders instead, watching him as he struggles to tug the rest of his jumpsuit down.

“Kook?” you call, watching his trembling hands fight with his boxers. “relax, okay?”

He nods, takes a deep breath, and then slowly tugs his bottoms down. He doesn’t manage to get that far before his eagerness wins over, and he’s struggling to push them down past the bulge of his muscular thighs. You decide it’s enough, pushing his hands away as you wrap yourself around his waist again, nuzzling your face behind his ear.

“Good boy,” you praise, and a tiny whimper catches in his throat. You glide your hand over his thigh and let it sit at the base of his cock, thumb and forefinger teasingly wrapping around the base.

“Fffuck,” he moans, twitching beneath you.

There’s a pearly bead of precum that forms at the tip, creamy substance slowly dripping down his cock and leaving a glistening trail in its wake. “Pretty,” you comment, watch it pool around your fingers. “But not enough. Kook, spit,” you demand, feel the way his body tenses up at your words.

“Huh?” He chokes, ears and neck flushed as his brain fully wraps around what exactly you’re telling him.

You shift closer, tightening your hand around his cock as you listen to the whine that rips itself from his throat. “You heard me. Lean over, and spit on your cock,” you repeat, feel him shake beneath you. “You’ve done it before, right? Used your own spit to get yourself off.”

He doesn’t answer, so you give his engorged member another squeeze that has him sputtering back to life. “I-I have,” he admits, blush high on his cheeks. “But I never just...spit. On it.”

You hum, watch the way his fingers flex on his thighs.

Deciding to switch tactics, you push as close as you can, licking a thin stripe up the curve of his ear. “But I love watching you spit,” you pout, loosening your grip on him ever so slightly. His cock remains just as stiff, standing almost completely on its own. “Love feeling it all over my body, down my pussy,” you moan, and the way you rub your thighs together is no act. Jungkook throbs in your hold, biting down another groan. “Don’t you wanna know how good it feels?”

His breaths come out shaky, head nodding at your words. He ducks down, dark hair covering his eyes from your view, but not his mouth. His lips pucker, and ever so slowly, a thin trail of spit drips down from his mouth, glistening in the lamp light until it finally reaches his cock, coating his length in a thick sheen that drips down over your knuckles.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. “That’s it,” you gently encourage, slowly beginning to work your hand over his cock. The glide is slippery, squelching noises filling the huge garage as your fist pumps up and down his cock. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

Jungkook groans, bucking into your palm with every squeeze you give. “Ye-yes,” he pants, skin warm and flushed as you kiss over his neck.

His cock is still so hard, twitching for you. You could do this for hours, feel the heavy weight of his arousal in your hands, listen to his tiny gasps of excitement. His head lolls back again, and you can’t help the endeared smile from watching him fall apart in your hands. “Sweetie, look,” you call out, finally making your other hand useful as you cup his balls.

Jungkook hisses. “Babe, that’s—“ a moan rips itself from his throat, your hands massaging over his swollen balls, caressing him as your hand picks up its pace on his cock. “Too much,” he whimpers.

You press a kiss to his neck, nibble at the skin until it’s bruising. He’s quivering like a leaf, sweat trailing down from his hair and over his skin, your name falling from his lips like it’s all he knows.

The head of his cock is angry and swollen, dripping in precum and his own saliva. You want it in your mouth, but the moment was already so fragile, so close to the end, you didn’t want to mess that up by pulling away. So you tighten your grip, licking the beads of sweat from his neck until Jungkook spasms in your hold.

“Fuck, shit, I’m gonna,” he grunts, body caving over as his orgasm hits, grabs him by the throat until he’s gasping for you to stop, voice wobbling on every syllable. You don’t, choosing to stroke him through until his cock is limp, jumpsuit stained with pearly splatters of white.

After he’s done, you press another kiss to his ear. “Good boy,” you smile, straightening your back after wiping your hands against his soiled uniform. You step away and snatch some napkins off the metal table to wipe him down.

You can tell he’s not completely there yet when you crouch down in front of him, dark eyes unfocused as you make a lousy effort to wipe the splattered droplets of cum off his jumpsuit bottoms. “Hello,” you tease, nudge his chin with your hand. “Anyone there?”

Jungkook snaps out of whatever post-orgasm trance he’d been in and helps you to your feet. “Fuck, that was good,” he sighs, and you giggle. “Screw the car, can we just go to your place?”

#goldenclosetnet #ksmutclub #networkbangtan #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook drabble #jungkook drabble #mine #swshd

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xiaoguiheyu · 4 years ago

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2ha spoilers;

Although he really wants to turn Chu Wanning into soft spring water to wrap his fingers and rub it into his rough torso so that he can shatter in his arms and melt in his own blood. Like most men in the world, he always had an unrealistic and terrible possessive desire for someone he loved deeply.

This was natural instinct.

The male aggression made him long to lock Chu Wanning up, and spend endless days and nights entangled with him, swallowing all of his passion.

He longed for him to spend the rest of his life on a warm bed while embracing him, not to be seen by anyone but himself.

He longed to own him, for him to be under him for his entire life, forever wrapped around him.

The beast that thirsted for his body couldn’t help but want to leave dark and purple marks all over that wouldn’t fade. It wanted to make fierce love every night until his desires were sated.

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This part, Mo Ran just loves his shizun so much and just wants to do him 24/7.

#2ha #chu wanning #hao yi xing #ranwan #hyx #mo ran #erha #immortality #ranwan crying hours #ranwan thirsty hours

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lelenoir · 4 years ago

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pairing: best friend!xiao dejun x reader

contents: angst, fluff if u squint, time travelling, character deaths, deal with the devil, highschool au, demon!hendery

word count: 3.1k

prompt:

"magkahawak ang ating kamay,

at walang kamalay malay,

na tinuruan mo ang puso ko,

na umibig ng tunay"

note: thank you to @jenoir for reading the first horrible draft of this fic 💕

last installment of anthology: the series

It was during prom when Xiaojun gathered up enough courage to tell you about how he felt. He could still remember that day oh so vividly, he could almost feel the weight and warmth of your arms perched on his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. He could smell the scent of your hair just by his chin as you lay your head on his chest, bodies swaying to the beat of an unfamiliar love song. It was moments like these where he couldn't believe he had outlived such a phenomenon. He felt his heart pound in his chest, a rapid pace at such a loud volume. He wondered how you didn't hear it. If you did, then he was glad you never told him.

His arms laid comfortably around your waist, the contact burning his skin. In fact, he felt his whole body burn. Right there, under the dim lights of your school's gymnasium with the majority of the student population surrounding you. It almost felt surreal. The way your bodies stood close and just the sensation of having you with him. It was an insatiable feeling. A thirst that only you could quench.

"Y/n?" He spoke up. The call snapping you back to reality as you looked up at him, a hum ringing out of your throat as a response. He could feel his breath get snatched away at the sight of you. His eyes---an already dead giveaway on what he was about to do---looked at you with so much love. You didn't think you deserve them. "I---"

You pressed your palm abruptly on his lips, cutting him off. "Let's just dance, okay?" You see him nod his head as you retrieved your hand and put them on his waist, holding him even closer than before as your face returns to rest on his chest. His breath hitching a bit at the proximity but not having the intention of pulling away.

That was the moment Xiaojun knew what love was. It was the feeling of your arms around him, pulling him closer until he was only a breath away. It was the sound of your soft voice, humming along the unfamiliar song as if it was yours. It was the addictive smell of your vanilla scented hair that wafted through the air. And lastly, it was the way his arms fit perfectly around you like a puzzle piece. Perfectly cut to match his edges. At that moment, he knew where he belonged; by your side.

He felt content just at the thought that you weren't going anywhere. He lived knowing he was breathing the same air as you and seeing the same set of stars in the night sky. If you'd ask for the moon then he'd gladly give it to you no matter what. If you told him to count the stars then he'll stay up every night just to conquer the impossible feat. You could ask him the most difficult and strenuous of tasks and he'd gladly do them. All for you.

That night he drove you home, a mellow song in a different language played in the background as he maneuvered the car to your familiar subdivision. His hand lay loose on the clutch while the other held the steering wheel firmly, spinning it easily as his eyes remained fixed on the road and nothing else. All his courage seemed to dwindle away from him now as a comforting yet awkward silence filled the space.

It was in the instance he passed by the old park you used to go to when he felt your warm hand on his. He turned his attention to you for a moment, only to see you looking out the window and avoiding his gaze. He shifted his eyes back to the front as he clenched on the steering wheel a bit. A few seconds passed when he decided to gulp down his doubts and move his hands to intertwine with yours. He felt his breath get stuck in his throat as you returned the action, clutching on him like he does with you.

"Magkahawak ang ating kamay,

At walang kamalay-malay,"

A luxurious comfort he could never seem to get used to. The sudden boom of electrifying feelings sparking around him at your touch. Another turn and he realised you were so close to going home. The surge of euphoria leaving him before he could even dwell on it.

By the time he stopped infront of your front porch---his car jerked slightly as he turned the engine off, cutting the music midway---he felt a wave of small regret. The both of you now sitting in pure quietness. Your hands still held on to one another as if none of you wanted to let go. He didn't want to let you go. But the night was slowly fading away and you were running out of time.

The sigh that rang from your lips felt like it was echoing around the car as you finally turned to look at him. Eyes wide and filled with stars, Xiaojun wouldn't mind getting lost in them.

The small sad smile in your face confused him a bit but the feeling of your thumb drawing circles on his skin distracted him from ever questioning it. He let himself drown in the feeling. As long as it's you.

"Goodnight, Jun." You whispered.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow?"

You never answered his question, only smiling and planting a small kiss on his cheek before getting out of the car. Dazed, Xiaojun could only watch as you ran back to your house.

Your figure stopped as you reached the door and looked back to him. A small wave from both of you and you were gone. Swallowed by the red door of your family home.

He snapped himself back to reality, turning the key to let the car roar. He felt his cheeks grow flush as he noticed one house turn their light on at the loud sound but it was mostly because of what just happened. He turned the radio on, humming along the tune as he sped away. A hopeful glint present in his sharp eyes. The sheer feeling of happiness he was experiencing remaining to be uncontainable.

"La la la la, la la, la la, la la la…"

The next day, you were gone. The house he took you to the night before was now stripped out of every piece of furniture he was accustomed to. Not a single sign of being inhabited left as he peered through the window. When he asked a woman passing by, he was greeted with dreaded news.

"Oh them? They moved out last night."

That night, the news spoke of a fatal car crash. A drunk driver skidded across the road, pummeling towards a car occupied by a family of three. The anchorman told them only one casualty was resulted from this accident while the others involved only caught minor injuries. Your name was sprawled across the screen as the unlucky victim. Which, in turn, made Xiaojun's heart drop.

His eyes went wide in disbelief as his mother attempted to walk towards him to comfort him. The moment he felt her touch on his shoulders made him jolt up from his seat. Tears brimmed the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill as he shook his head in denial.

"Jun…" his mother started. But he couldn't take it. Couldn't take another moment in that house. That room where you used to snuggle up to him during your countless movie nights. Where you'd cry your eyes out to him. Or laugh your head off at some cheesy joke he said. That room where so many moments with you were made. Even the sweater he wore reminded him of you and how you used to steal it from him back then.

He couldn't take it. The idea of you never coming back. The thought of never seeing you again only filled his mind with remorse and pure regret. In response, His legs bolted himself away, far away from that dreadful house. He couldn't stand the sight of its walls when every time he does, he sees you.

The air felt colder than usual that night. He could remember it as if he was watching a movie. His legs gave out once he reached an unfamiliar clearing. His increasing heart beat distracted him from the pain for a moment as he panted for air. It wasn't long for the tears to come back. He could feel it brimming the sides of his temples. A few drops of sweat stinging his eyes a bit as he defeatedly knelt down on the dewy grass.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him snap up. A man in a black suit stood in the middle of the forest. His eyes glowed gold and his skin was as pale as snow. Black veins stemmed down his neck to the exposed skin of his hands. The fingers sharpened and black as well.

"Xiao Dejun," the stranger called out. His voice was as smooth as honey, a huge contrast to his unusual and frightening appearance. "I am here to offer you a deal."

Xiaojun sniffed, pulling the sleeve of his clothes to wipe up the last of his tears. "W-what?"

"I am here to offer you a deal." The man repeated more firmly this time, stepping closer and granting Xiaojun the chance to see him fully. "A once in a lifetime opportunity, to bring back---" the stranger lifted his hand up as gold glowing dots appeared from his nails and, like magic, an outline of your face appeared. Xiaojun couldn't help but stare at the image, making the man smirk. "---what you've lost." With a wave of his hand, you were gone.

"What are you?"

"Just a friend who wants to help you. A simple wanderer of this world, just like you. Except, blessed with immeasurable power which I used to help hopeless mortals like you." He answered coolly, stepping closer to Xiaojun until he was merely circling him. "Of course, my kind has been known as many names: fallen angels, monsters, ghosts… demons."

Xiaojun felt his breath hitch. This didn't go unnoticed by the other.

"Although I prefer it if you called me Hendery, it has a nice ring to it. Still, don't misunderstand. Us demons aren't as bad as the movies portray. Don't get me wrong, we do provide our services to you mortals in exchange for something valuable of yours but---and this is one hard but---we only give it to the most desperate of souls. Kind of like yourself, Mr. Xiao." A dark and mischievous glint was present in his eyes as he stared down Xiaojun.

"Does this mean I can have her back?" He asked, voice timid but full of determination.

"Who? The dead girl? I'm afraid that settles a very big price to pay." Hendery answered, examining his nails as if to seem indifferent to the boy.

"I-I'll give you anything." He stuttered. A devilish smirk formed on Hendery's features as he lifted his gaze to the boy.

"You see, Mr. Xiao, a mortal soul is one of the G-man's many divine gifts. Most celestial beings even see it as the most precious. It's simply irreplaceable." He explained.

"So?"

"So?" He repeated it like it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. He exhaled in exaggeration, looking at Xiaojun like he was the dumbest creature he'd ever come across with. "The only thing that can replace a mortal soul is another mortal soul, you stupid fuck." Xiaojun rolled his eyes at his words. "Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for one girl?"

Xiaojun gulped. Is he? He thought back to all the times you've helped him. He remembered the day you first met. By the swings, in your old preschool's playground. He remembered the time he fractured his leg and you were the only one outside his family that came to visit. You drew flowers on his cast and he couldn't help but admire how pretty they were. That time you lost your dog and he was the first one you came to. That was the first time he saw you cry so much. His heart sunk inside his chest. He realised that day that he didn't like seeing you cry. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because of the unpleasant feeling in his chest of seeing someone cry but thinking about it now, it hurt him to see you get hurt. And lastly, that night. The warmth. The feeling. And just the sensation of being around you. He missed holding your hand. The moment felt like it happened years ago but the imprint, the ghost of your skin on his, felt so new and impressionable. He could still feel your lips on his cheek.

"Yes." He answered with conviction. "I am."

Impossibly, Hendery's smirk grew wider, eyes glowing brighter with it. "Then I guess we have a deal to settle. Tell me, Mr. Xiao, what is your wish?" He lifted his hand out to shake.

Xiaojun gulped, taking his cold hand with his. Hissing as he felt the demon's sharp nails digging into his skin, drawing a small trail of blood. "I want to save y/n from dying."

"And in exchange?"

Xiaojun took a deep breath, helping himself go through the wicked pain. "I give you my soul."

Hendery knelt down on the ground, his free hand drawing symbols on the dirt. Once he was finished, the grip he held on Xiaojun's hand loosened, allowing the blood to drop on what he drew.

Xiaojun watched as the symbols came alive right in front of his eyes. The stars and unfamiliar font swirling around him as both him and the demon were engulfed in a tornado of red flame.

The heat suffocating and the surroundings hurting his eyes the more he looked. A deafening screech was heard around him, followed by the sounds of car honks and a girl screaming. He heard the song playing again as a mixture of sounds invaded his brain.

"Sana noon pa man ay sinabi na sa iyo,

Kahit hindi na uso ay ito lang ang alam ko"

The singer's voice never faded from his head as he now heard the sound of his own.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow?" He opened his eyes to see you right in front of him. Your eyes glowed under the dim light of his car. Like the last time, you never answered him. Smiling once again before planting a kiss on his cheek. Only this time, he wasn't going to let the moment pass him by. His hand reached your wrist before you could even turn around. His breaths came in pants as he savored your presence. He could feel the tears gloss his eyes as he looked at you.

"Jun, are you okay?" God, how he missed the sound of his name on your lips. He snapped himself back to the present.

"I-I'm fine… I just missed you." He said, nodding along as the tears fell freely across his cheek.

You chuckled, "I haven't even left yet."

His hand went back to yours, intertwining them like how it once was. "Then stay."

"I can't." You replied, holding back the dam of emotions you've been carrying. The sigh you let out became shaky as he continued to stare. "I c-can't."

His eyes pleaded---begged you to stay just a little longer. "I love you."

That was all it took to make you break down your walls. The waters seeping through your well built barrier.

"Please." His voice was desperate. Both hands now grabbing on yours, pulling them to his chest. "Just for a little while."

You couldn't say no to him. You could never. But you had to. You had to and you know it. The clock was ticking and before you could say anything the car started.

"Jun?" You called out, watching helplessly as the car roared to life. The hand he held on you shifted the clutch to drive. "What are you doing?"

"Keeping you safe." He answered.

"No Jun, you don't understand---"

"No y/n! Don't go. Don't move away." He turned his body to face you, his hand maneuvering the wheel. "Stay."

You held his gaze longer than you intended to and you regretted it deeply as a truck suddenly hit Xiaojun's side of the car. The impact caused the car to spin around the air before crashing to the ground.

You coughed once the vehicle settled, your focus turning to Xiaojun who was groaning loudly in pain. You quickly crawled out of the car and to the side of your best friend. The window glass was already non-existent as you pulled him out of his seat. His hair stuck to the side of his bloody face while his eyes fought to stay awake.

"H-hey stay with me, Jun." You pleaded, cradling his head on your arms as you desperately kept him conscious. "I'm right here, okay? I-I'm not going anywhere anymore. Please just---just stay awake for me."

Even with dying he could still bring himself to smile softly at you. "A-as long as you're okay." He whispered. Voice already strained with death as he reached up to caress your cheek. "I love you."

You sobbed harder at his repeated confession. Your hand held on to the one he had on your cheek. "I love you too. So much."

He chuckled, the action making him wince. So this was it? He thought to himself, vision already blurry as he watched you cry. His breathing became erratic. He found it more difficult to breathe now as he tried to stay a bit longer until finally it was all too much.

Dying, for Xiaojun, wasn't like what he expected. He didn't see a big bright light. Nor did he have an out of body experience of his soul being pushed out of his being. His life didn't flash before his eyes. The last thing he ever saw was you but after that didn't see a thing. Instead, everything was dark. Really, really dark.

His hand fell from your cheek, laying limp beside him as his eyes slowly screwed shut. And that was the end for Xiao Dejun. It was always supposed to be.

"I told you to save him." You said against the cold wind. Out of thin air, Hendery appeared next to you.

"The boy made a more interesting offer. You shouldn't have stayed in the car with him." He replied, nonchalantly taking a cigarette off the pack in his pants and lighting them with his finger. He took a whiff of the stick before blowing it out. "Sorry, kid. A deal's a deal." He gripped your shoulders at what he assumed to be comforting before walking away.

The sound of the radio distorted but still recognizable as you held Xiaojun close, crying against him like you did the first time.

"La la la la, la la, la la, la la la…"

our hands held each other

without any of us realizing

that you've taught my heart

how to truly love

replay album?

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manrocket-mo · 6 years ago

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You and Mo adopting a puppy together in Toronto

Ya’ll I know we’re all mopey and really sad and I hope this helps even a teensy bit.

When the Leafs’ community relations team reached out to you and the other wives and girlfriends to ask you to be a representative at the Toronto Humane Society adoption event pre-game, you knew that you should’ve sat this one out. It wasn’t that you hated animals, it was quite the opposite.

You wanted a puppy so bad, you and Morgan but you both always kept a level heads about yourselves. With Morgan’s schedule in-season and you being in your last semester at university, it just wasn’t a good idea. But every time you went back to Vancouver with Morgan and you saw him with Maggie, and every time you went out and you stole some puppy time away from strangers, the part of your heart that wanted a puppy grew and grew.

But who were you to turn down an opportunity to not only steal some more puppy play time but also do good in the community on behalf of your boyfriend? So you stupidly agreed, your Rielly jean jacket slung over your shoulders and a bag of treats ready to go for the good boys and girls awaiting you.

“Have a great game, babe,” you smiled readjusting Morgan’s lapels before pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiles into your peck and before you could pull away, lifts you up.

“Mmm, don’t be late,” you mumble, cupping his cheek. “I don’t want Babs mad at me.”

Mo chuckles before setting you down on the counter.

“As if Babs could ever be mad at you. He loves you!” You roll your eyes at him and place your hands on his broad shoulders. “Mmm, you’re wearing your jacket.”

You grin at him. “I have this thing today and I have to represent this guy, so I have wear this little thing.” You shrug your shoulders but the smile ripped across your cheeks told another story.

His grin matches yours. “I love seeing you wear my last name and my number,” he whispers seductively against your skin, his hands tracing the 4’s along your sleeve. “But more than anything, I love knowing that you’re representing us in the community. It means so much to me.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, sweetly.

“Of course. Anytime.” You press a kiss to his lips once more before you shooed him, jumping off the counter. “Now, you really gotta go! You’re going to be late by your standards.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes at you and leaned down to give you one last peck on the lips.

“Wait!” You yelled after him before he could walk over to grab his keys. “Don’t forget your pin!” You grab the blue Leafs paw print pin off the counter and moved back to your boyfriend.

“I got it.” You stood there in the foyer of the home you shared with Morgan and pressed the backing into the pin so that it hung perfectly on his suit. “Perfect.”

You caught Mo giving you the heart eyes again. “Thanks, babe.”

“You’re welcome! Now go get, ‘em. Score me a goal!” You teasingly swatted at his butt, directing him to the door. “Come on, come on.”

Mo laughs and leans back before you could close the door on him. “One more?”

You giggle, pressing your lips against his once more before pushing the door shut.

An hour later and you were on Maple Leaf Square out of treats and completely in love with the pup in your arms.

“Y/N,” Aryne chastises. You stick your lip out in a pout and give her puppy eyes, similar to the ones the little chocolate lab in your arms had been giving you the entire time you held him.

“Aryne…” you whine. “He’s sooooo cute.”

“Mo is going to kill you,” Steph sings knowingly.

“Yeah, but he’ll have a little friend to comfort him once they lower me into the ground,” you mumble stroking the pup’s soft fur.

“Ma’am, I think that family over there is going to sign up for that puppy, if you want to let them..” one of the humane society representatives said reaching out.

You panicked, clutching the puppy to you, your eyes searching for Steph’s. She giggled at you, knowingly. She knew from the very beginning how this would end. Truthfully, so did you.

Morgan would surely kill you. That was for sure.

You looked down to the good boy in your arms, so warm, so content and once he looked up at you, it was over.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll adopt him.” You were determined and moved toward the sign up sheet for the little devil and picked it off the table. “Where do I sign?” you ask, one arm holding the dog and the other a pen.

Steph laughed loudly from behind you, earning an elbow to the ribs by Christina. “Wait til Syd hears about this!”

You roll your eyes but sit at the adoption table where you begin the paperwork, smiling for a photo when you finish up.

“…can we not post that til tomorrow? I need to tell my boyfriend what I just did.” This time the circle of wives and girlfriends surrounding you laugh in unison at your expense.

“And here you go… here’s his crate, some puppy food, a couple of toys and some treats. And not to forget, his first little bandana. Mac with the number 44, is that right?”

“Aww, MAC!” Steph cooed as she grabbed the crate for you.

“Yes, thank you.” You grabbed your belongings, slinging your purse over your shoulder while clutching to your new puppy.

“So what are you going to do?” Christina wonders as she reaches over to give Mac a scratch between the ears.

“I’m going got go home and figure out how to explain what I just did to my boyfriend when he gets home.

You get another phone call, your third that you send to voicemail out of pure guilt. You watch as Mac runs around the office and can’t help the shame you feel as your phone buzzes with another text.

You pick up your phone and send him a text without looking at what he sent.

I’m okay. Don’t worry.

You put your phone down. You knew Morgan would be home at any time with the game ending almost an hour ago, even sooner now that you weren’t there to greet him post-game.

When the front door opens and slams shut, you get off the floor and creep toward the door.

“Y/N!” Morgan yells, looking for you.

You push the door of the office open and shut it softly behind you.

“Mo, I’m here.” You watch as he turns to you and in three long strides pulls you into his arms.

“I was so worried! You didn’t answer my calls and my texts and Steph said you never made it to the game and you weren’t there waiting for me and—“ he was panicking, he was worried.

You grabbed his face in your hands and spoke to him. “Morgan, I’m here. I’m okay. I’m here, okay?” You nod with him. “I’m here.”

“Why’d you leave?” Morgan asks confused.

You shake your head and you’re sure it does nothing to relieve his worries. “Morgan, you’re going to be mad at me and that’s okay. I deserve it.”

Mo’s blue eyes grow. “Y/N…”

“Morgan, you need to be calm when I tell you.”

He nods quietly but before you could build up the courage to spill what you did, there are the sounds of little paws on hardwood, little puppy barks.

“Morgan, please don’t be mad.” You lean down and away from Morgan to pull your new little pup to you.

“Momo, meet Mac…” you smile sheepishly, looking up to take him in giving you a look of relief.

“That’s it? This is why you thought I’d be so mad that you didn’t answer my phone calls?” He’s skeptical.

“I thought you’d be so mad you’d break up with me for being irresponsible…”

Morgan lets out a breath and puts his arms around your waist. He can’t help but laugh at the look that must be on your face.

“I’m not mad, okay?”

You nod and pull Mac to you. “Look Mo, he even has a 44 on a Maple Leaf on his bandana! You can’t be mad! Look at that face!” You angle Mac’s little face up so Morgan can look at it and as soon as Morgan leans down, Mac takes a lick at his face.

“Mac, eh?” Morgan reaches over and pets his soft, chocolate brown fur. “Mac is going to make Maggie a very jealous girl when we get back to Vancouver for the summer. She’s not going to be happy with me.”

You smile, your heart and ovaries bursting as Morgan takes hold of Mac and nuzzles his fur.

“How old is Mac?” He wonders.

“10 weeks and he’s all up to date with vaccinations and has had a full work up by the vets and I’ll take care of him, you won’t even have to worry—“

Morgan silences you with his lips.

“I’m not mad at you,” he promises.

Suddenly Mac yelps and starts wiggling out of your boyfriend’s arms, prompting him to be set down on the floor.

“Oh, you wanna play, Mac?” Morgan gets down on his knees and calls for Mac when he turns around and goes to the other room where he knows he has toys.

“I’m glad we got a little gremlin of our own, even if you pretended you were strong enough to go to this event. I was really starting to miss Mags again and I want you to have someone when I’m away.”

You settle down on the floor next to Morgan hearing the jingle of Mac’s tags against his collar as he ran back a toy almost the size of his body being dragged from his mouth.

“So the right call?” you wonder, bumping shoulders with your boy. “Because this family was eyeing him and..”

“Ah, right call? Still out there as questionable,” Morgan teases, his arm going around your shoulders, pulling you to him. “But good call? I’d say so.”

He quickly presses a kiss to your temple before patting the floor in front of you both with two hands, signaling for Mac to jump into his arms.

“I’ll let Maggie make the final decision when she meets our little guy in a few weeks.”

Mac lets out a little bark and you and Morgan laugh pulling him closer to both love on him.

Y/IG/H

Toronto, ON

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Y/IG/H Mags has a baby brother and @morganrielly didn’t kill me! Everyone meet Mac Rielly! #Bub

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morganrielly How could I be mad with that face on Bub??

marner_93 Mo daddy and Mac daddy

stephlachancee STILL laughing but cuteeee 😍

sydneyesiason Steph wasn’t kidding! 😹Can’t wait til he meets Jax!

MO SOFT/THIRST NIGHT! (cont’d)

#morgan rielly #morgan rielly imagine #morgan rielly imagines #nhl imagines #mo soft/thirst night

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orthogonals · 4 years ago

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生不如死| torture worse than death

Rating: M Fandom: 二哈和他的白猫师尊 - 肉包不吃肉 | The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat Word Count: 1608 Pairing: Chu Wanning/Mo Ran | Taxian-Jun Summary: Chu Wanning lay sprawled haphazardly on the floor, strands of black hair fanning behind his head in a halo. Pale veins decorated the light pink of his closed eyelids, two haitang petals set against the paper white of his skin. His breaths, slow with unconsciousness, came softly through parted lips, the rise and fall of his chest almost imperceptible. --- OR: Set directly after MR's flashback in Ch. 89. What happened after 0.5 Mo Ran and Chu Wanning's first time?

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Chu Wanning lay sprawled haphazardly on the floor, strands of black hair fanning behind his head in a halo. Pale veins decorated the light pink of his closed eyelids, two haitang petals set against the paper white of his skin. His breaths, slow with unconsciousness, came softly through parted lips, the rise and fall of his chest almost imperceptible.

Taxian-jun adjusted the last few ties of his robes and stood back to admire his work, gazing almost pensively at Chu Wanning’s prone figure. All of Chu Wanning’s clothing had long since been feverishly torn away, and garments cluttered the room sporadically, thrown atop furniture or heaped in piles on the floor. Some unfortunate articles lay tattered and useless, ripped apart in Taxian-jun’s cruel haste to access the intoxicating warmth of his Shizun’s body.

His eyes raked across the smooth canvas of skin offered by Chu Wanning, pausing at each bruise, each crimson mark interrupting the pale expanse of flesh. Chu Wanning had slipped into exhaustive slumber on his back, with his arms and legs splayed as if to present the evidence of his degradation. Dried bits of fluid, tinged pink with blood, had tracked streaks down Chu Wanning’s inner thighs, a watercolor of debauchment painted between his legs. Taxian-jun’s irises darkened, a vicious expression frightfully twisting his handsome features. Hunger, malice, and perverse satisfaction flickered across Taxian-jun’s face in turns.

Suddenly, as if struck by a memory or the onset of a nightmare, Chu Wanning’s long lashes trembled against his cheek, and a soft murmur escaped from his lips. His sharp brows scrunched, forming a wrinkle that creased his forehead. His face stayed like that momentarily, troubled even in sleep, before gradually smoothing out once more.

Unbidden, a sharp wave of pity rose within Taxian-jun. To see his Shizun, Yuheng of the Night Sky, the Beidou Immortal, reduced to this, nothing more than a whore writhing beneath the prowess of the First Emperor of the Cultivation World— Taxian-jun almost felt sympathetic. Of course, so thoroughly humiliating Chu Wanning had brought him a grim sense of sadistic pleasure, but his gratification still seemed to fall short somewhere, like an arrow that had missed bullseye by a few marks. This faint unease churned within him along with the pity, leaving Taxian-jun feeling strangely out of sorts, as if he were a lost traveler who had somehow stumbled his way into Wushan Palance, stumbled into standing over the naked body of his ruined Shizun.

Taxian-jun shook his head to dispel the filmy wisps of his thoughts. He had originally planned to call an attendant to drag Chu Wanning, naked and debased, away to some corner of the Palace. Physical conquest wasn’t enough to slake his animalistic thirst for vengeance; he wanted to irrevocably tarnish Chu Wanning, to incinerate his pristine, austere image into wisps of ash. Taxian-jun had even imagined Chu Wanning’s reaction upon awakening to four unfamiliar walls, picturing with a sort of vicious glee how his Shizun’s face would blanch white upon finding himself so unceremoniously carried away and dumped aside.

But now, just considering the idea of someone else having the privilege to lay eyes on Chu Wanning like this, so completely fucked out, ignited a possessive rage that burned like forest brush up his esophagus. Mine, he thought. Chu Wanning belongs to me.

Letting out a puff of a sigh, he stooped down to pick up Chu Wanning, maneuvering Chu Wanning’s head to rest on his shoulder. Chu Wanning’s lashes flickered; he seemed to make a grumble of protest, but he eventually burrowed closer into Taxian-jun’s chest, an unconscious effort to seek warmth, like a sunflower tilting to catch rays of light on its petals. His hair splayed down in rivulets and framed the elegant lines of his face. The strands reflected the dim candlelight in a dull luster, like shimmering black pearls.

Before he was even aware of the impulse, Taxian-jun dipped down to catch Chu Wanning’s petal-soft lips in a chaste kiss. The faint taste of dew permeated his mouth and melted like candy on his tongue.

A servant, shakily bowing, brought a tub of warm water and some linen towels to the room. Taxian-jun shot him a glare in dismissal and turned back to face the bed, scarlet-gold curtains drawn closed around the mattress. Steam licked upwards from the water and filled the room with a smoky, intangible haze.

The curtains swished open under Taxian-jun’s hand, revealing the figure of a man still sleeping, wrapped up in an animal pelt.

Taxian-jun extricated Chu Wanning from the covers, hoisting his pliant body into his embrace and bringing him to the tub. When the warm water submerged Chu Wanning’s listless limbs, his eyes blearily cracked open. He affixed a distant, cloudy gaze towards Taxian-jun, dazed and unaware.

“Mo Ran?” He asked, leaning against the wood of the tub.

“Go back to sleep.” Taxian-jun responded roughly. His voice rang hoarse and gravelly in the still air.

Perhaps Chu Wanning had truly suffered beyond his limit, or perhaps, in the realm between sleep and clarity, he had forgotten his current situation. For rather than his usual intransigence, Chu Wanning instead obediently closed his eyes and drifted back into unconsciousness.

Taxian-jun felt as if something blunt had cleaved a groove into his chest, heart raw with wound and spurting fresh blood. He reached out as if to touch Chu Wanning, to stroke his hair, but then abruptly retracted his arm and fisted his hand at his side.

Taxian-jun genuinely never knew how to regard this Shizun of his. The gulf that bridged them spanned vast and had only grown throughout the years. Its gaping maw stretched wide, a welter of contempt, loathing, and pain brought to boil in its abysmal depths. His entire being ached to see Chu Wanning completely and utterly subjugated, yet a small part of him still felt fourteen, like he would pick down the stars in the sky just so Chu Wanning would direct him with a hint of a smile.

The wood beneath Taxian-jun’s grip creaked. What a pitiable disciple, what a despicable teacher. Chu Wanning had whipped him bloody, and a piece of Mo Ran still wanted to turn like a docile lamb and present his other cheek.

“You’re a bastard, Chu Wanning.” Taxian-jun spat at Chu Wanning’s unperceptive figure. As expected, Chu Wanning remained silent in the onslaught. He had soaked for so long that the tips of his fingers had pruned. Yet unmoving and unaware, with lurid marks littered across his body, he still managed to radiate an ethereal sort of beauty.

Taxian-jun’s anger receded as fast as it had surged, leaving him oddly deflated. He bit his lip and finally picked up a linen, wiping away at Chu Wanning with all the care of a collector cleaning his most prized figurine.

Somehow, Taxian-jun ended up spending the night with Chu Wanning. They were in his personal bedroom, after all, and though Taxian-jun didn’t want someone to take Chu Wanning away, he also couldn’t very well let Chu Wanning oust him from his own room. So, after drying Chu Wanning from the bath, Taxian-jun, a bit begrudgingly, laid him down again on the bed.

The night had deepened to an inky obsidian, and fatigue blearily lapped at Taxian-jun’s consciousness. Chu Wanning, that selfish ingrate, had blissfully slept for the better part of a shichen while This Venerable One assiduously waited on him on hand and foot!

Even so, when Taxian-jun slipped beneath the covers, he curled himself around Chu Wanning possessively, holding him tight against his chest. Like this, the crisp haitang scent that lingered on Chu Wanning overwhelmed his senses, heady and soporific. He nuzzled into Chu Wanning’s neck, pressing kisses atop the bite marks he had left earlier, sighing with something close to contentment.

Eyelids growing heavy, Taxian-jun allowed himself a final kiss on Chu Wanning’s parted lips, tongue gently grazing across the pink mouth, tasting his delicate flavor. He pulled Chu Wanning’s soft body even closer into his embrace, and the First Emperor gradually stilled to the steady rhythm of Chu Wanning’s heartbeat.

Chu Wanning woke up subsumed in an oppressive heat. He scrunched his nose and opened his eyes, registering the hard muscle pressed against his back, the arms wound around his waist. Like a bucket of cold water, sharp clarity drenched him in an instant, and he shot up in a rage, pushing Mo Ran off his body.

With his cultivation gone, though, Chu Wanning’s violent shove barely registered in Taxian-jun’s sleep, and he only mumbled a bit, turning around and kicking the sheets off the bed.

Chu Wanning stared down at himself in a daze, the cruel events from the night before slicing him open like thousands of blades. He wasn’t familiar with how Taxian-jun had rearranged Wushan Palace, so slipping away now would chance his intrusion into unwelcome spaces. Still, Chu Wanning thought he would rather die than meet Taxian-jun’s gaze when he woke up, so he salvaged whatever pieces of his clothing he could, hurriedly arranging himself to appear somewhat presentable and striding to the door.

Yet before he left, with a hand still hovering over the doorknob, Chu Wanning turned back to look at Mo Ran’s form on the bed for a long, long time.

Taxian-jun awoke to an empty bed, the sheets wrapped firmly around him.

He didn’t truly think about the way he had been so carefully swaddled, the top edge of the covering folded down two inches and tucked around his body, until he was thirty-two, as pear blossom white burned a searing trail of bitterness down his throat.

#2ha #erha #the husky and his white cat shizun #mo ran #mo weiyu #chu wanning #ranwan #taxian jun #0.5 timeline #2ha fic #二哈和他的白猫师尊 #二哈 #燃晚 #*goswrites #*2ha

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bailey-whalieee · 4 years ago

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It Wasn’t His for the Taking

It was her gift to offer.

Request: Extreme Bucky fluff? 🥺🥺 I’m honestly bad with request so yeah—there’s that. @halietigges (I hope you don’t mind the little bit of smut!)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2667

Warning- reader being slightly taken advantage of, soft smut, fluff, & a soft cuddly/protective Buck

Also, this is my first time writing smut so, no judging!!

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Two sweaty bodies, a college frat party, and liquor.

Her body was smashed up against a random guy’s body. His hand ran up and down her clothed waist, tugging softly at the fabric that withheld a goddesses figure. A gift in wrapping paper. His touch was rough and he grabbed in all the wrong places.

Another grab at her ass.

Then a hand settling on her waist.

The other kneading her breasts like they were his and his only.

The liquor was clouding her judgement and she mistaken his hand for someone else’s. It was a touch she craved day and night. Y/n dreamt of his soft touches and his gentle demeanor.

The boy began to attack her neck with harsh kisses, suckling and biting at the sensitive skin with no remorse. And up the stairs they both went. Breathing heavily, practically clinging to one another.

Touching. Feeling. Squeezing.

Y/n felt the liquor slowly leaving her mind and allowing her to think more clearly. The guy had his shirt off and hands were fumbling with the button on her jeans. Her shirt had been thrown at the foot of the unknown bed.

This kid was ruining the gift.

He was shredding the wrapping paper that was supposed to be opened delicately and precisely.

One word fell from her lips. “Stop.”

It was loud enough for the boy to hear, but he didn’t stop. He continued to unbutton her pants and play with her angel skin, nipping at her neck every so often. She grabbed his hand to prevent him from pulling down her pants, but his hand caught hers and forced them above her head.

Y/n was sobering up by the second, the liquor practically disappearing from her veins. He was pulling down her jeans revealing the baby blue lace panties. A smirk forming on his lips as Y/n fought against him more.

“Stop-Let me go- I don’t want this,” she gasped, flinching in his grasp.

He didn’t stop.

Without a doubt in her mind, she crashed her knee into his crotch and kicked him off her. A shout of pain fell from his mouth as she rebuttoned her pants and searched for her shirt. She scanned over the room and still couldn’t find the shirt, so she left the party without it. Never minding the looks or the stares, she got as she exited the frat house.

The cold air nipped at her exposed skin. Her arms folded over her breasts in an attempt to hide herself.

Tears stung in her eyes as Y/n chased the pavement back to the tower where she would find him. She needed to tell him. Enough was enough. Y/n needed him. She had fooled herself into thinking someone else’s touch was his.

The clock struck one-thirty AM, and James Barnes laid wide awake. He stared at the ceiling panel awaiting for the moment he would hear her soft footsteps and the click of her door shutting.

She always came home after parties, and she never stayed out too late. Bucky knew her patterns. He always made sure she was safe and got home. Tonight, a sickening feeling washed over him and a pit of dread settled in his stomach. There was something off about tonight.

And, it made him worried.

There was no denying Bucky was completely and wholly in love with Y/n. He loved watching her face crinkle up as she laughed. Or, when she got frustrated a small frown would settle on her face and usually her face would flush a subtle red.

It was the small things that Bucky noticed about the women. But, Y/n was the first, besides Steve, to get close to him. She brought him plums from local farmer markets and made him dinner when the team was away on missions.

And then he found himself so incredibly in love there was no way he could deny it. Both were too shy to admit their feelings.

Bucky finally heard the pitter patter of her steps as she approached her doorway, but no click of her shutting her door. Instead he heard the gentle raps of her knuckles against his door.

Confusion filled the ex-soldier’s mind, but he immediately got up to answer the door. He opened the door and Y/n stood there, mascara smeared on her cheeks and shirtless.

“Y/n? Doll, are you okay?” Bucky furrowed his eyebrow taking in her exposed body.

Tears were swimming in her eyes as she watched him fully take in her appearance. His hand softly tapped on her chin, hoping that she would look him in the eye. “Doll, what happened? Most importantly, are you okay?”

She took two shaky steps towards him before smashing herself against his chest, where the fountain of tears erupted and spilled on James’ red henley. Without a doubt in his mind, he wrapped his arms around her allowing the tears to stain his shirt.

His metal hand found itself weaved in her hair, softly brushing through the mess of it.

“C’mon, let’s sit you down and get you a shirt before you freeze to death,” he snickered, trying to make her at least smile.

She gave him a crooked smile before sitting down onto his bed. He skimmed through his shirts trying to find one that would fit her best, but it was still going to swallow her whole.

“Bucky,” she started, “can we talk? I need to tell you something..”

He paused, turning around to face Y/n, who looked to be having a predicament inside her brain. Bucky nodded, giving her the greenlight to proceed.

“I-I’m in love with you Bucky.. And I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I just had to tell you. It’s eating me up inside and I can’t fulfill your touch with anyone else’s. I mistake every guys’ touch for yours and it’s never enough. I try to remember that we’re friends, but Buck.. I can’t keep it to myself anymore..” she blurted out.

The realization hit her right in the gut as she watched him take in the words she blurted out. Her arms crossed her stomach trying to cover her nakedness and she immediately got up, but a metal arms gently wrapped itself around her forearm.

“Doll,” Bucky smirked, “you should’ve told me earlier ‘cause I’ve fallen for you so hard, I don’t know what I’m going to do. And sweetheart, if you wanted my touch all you had to do was ask.”

A giggle fell from her lips as she wiped away the stray tears. Bucky cupped her cheeks with his hands and placed a kiss on her lips.

It wasn’t a harsh one, like the ones she had before. This one was soft and needful. It was crafted for her lips and hers only. Love circulated it and overflowed it. Bucky finally pulled away, wrapping his arms around her waist to tug her further against him.

He swayed her softly in his arms, even though there was no music, the gesture made Y/n’s heart flutter.

Y/n had finally got what she had been yearning for since the day she met him. Everything she ever wanted was wrapped in her arms, swaying her to the imaginary music above her. “So, are you going to tell me why you don’t have a shirt or is that a mystery?”

She threw her head back with a laugh, before quickly sobering up the chuckle.

“I was at the party and this guy came onto me, so I just went with it and then he tried taking advantage of me. I didn’t want it, so I kneed him in the crotch and took off. I couldn’t find my shirt, decided to leave without it,” she finished.

His jaw tightened at the thought of someone trying to come onto her. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he? ‘Cause I swear to the gods, I’ll kill him. What’s his name? Where is he?”

Her fingers gently traced the tense muscles across his jaw. His eyes squeezed shut, taking a moment to calm himself.

“I’m fine, Buck. I promise,” she whispered, pressing soft kisses to his neck.

In which, he released to pent up tension he was clutching onto. His hands ran up her body.

Like silk meeting asphalt, his hands roamed her body. It was unlike the women he would bring here for a quick fuck to quench the thirst of lust. No, she made him thirstier. In a desert of heat, he could drink from her and still be thirsty.

He lifted her jaw, skimming his thumb over her watermelon pink lips. Her eyes locked with his, before Bucky smashed his lips with hers. A soft moan releasing from her mouth.

“James,” she breathed, looking into his ocean eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widened slightly, “sweetheart, are you sure about this?”

Without a thought in her mind she answered him, “I saved it for someone special, and you're that someone. I don’t want anyone else. Please.”

He tugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Y/n’s eyes roamed all over his body and admired the toned muscles on his abdomen.

“See something you like, dollface?”

She wasn’t able to answer, too captured by the godlike structure he had. It wasn’t even the lust talking at this point.

“You’re just so… beautifully sculpted,” awe transformed her face.

He chuckled, pushing her softly onto the bed. Y/n propped herself on her elbows watching as Bucky pressed kisses to his midsection. His hands rested on her hips, toying with the rough fabric separating the two of them.

“Is it okay if I take these off, darlin’?” he raised his eyebrow, seeing the hesitation on her face, “you’re in charge here. I want you to be comfortable, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me too, okay?”

She nodded, placing his hand on the jean buttons.

Bucky wasted no time, sliding the pants off her. The baby blue lace was revealed for the second time tonight, except with delicate hands this time.

A kiss on her thigh.

One above her pantyline.

Another on her stomach.

Then one more on her mouth.

Her hands tugged the band of his grey sweatpants. Y/n’s face flushed a red color as he smirked down at her

“Have patience, dear. We’ll get around to that in just a second,” he hushed at her whining, kissing her wrists softly.

Bucky pulled at the lace panties, looking at her for confirmation before completely pulling them off.

His pointer finger ran a stripe up her heat before fully pushing into her. A breathy moan released from her throat as he continued to pump in and out of her. He felt like a kid in a candy store.

She offered him everything he wanted.

Y/n’s stomach knotted as he picked up the pace. The pornographic moans that were escaping her, made the tent in his pants tighten with every sinful noise that fled from her throat.

He added another finger and soon her moans, turned into strings of curse words blended with his name.

And then bliss as she came down from her high.

His snickered at the shy smile on her face, “such pretty little noises that come from you, you know that? It’s like music to my ears.”

Bucky nipped at her neck sliding the sweatpants off remaining in his boxers.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

She smiled before nodding.

“Ah, ah, ah, I gotta hear you say it babydoll. And I know for a fact that voice of you works,” he winked, teasing the woman beneath.

“Yes. I want this. Please?” she whispered, tracing the outline of the erection in his boxers.

Groaning, he let her hands roam at the forbidden location for a couple minutes before ripping the boxers off. The hard-on sprung and slapped against his stomach, her eyes widened at the length.

She unclasped the bra letting her breasts free from the cage she kept them in. Y/n kept her focus on his eyes. A nervous pit grew in her stomach as she began to realize she was really about to have sex.

“Y/n, baby, you’re too tense. Calm down, I’m going to take care of you. I promise,” the huskiness of his voice drawed her further towards him.

Y/n released the breath caught in the back of her throat and calmed herself.

He pressed the tip of his length in her sex stretching the muscle. Her face turned from pleasure to pain in a matter of seconds. Tears stung in her eyes, causing Bucky to stop everything he was doing.

“Shh, it’s okay doll. Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

She shook her head, “no, no. Keep going.”

He continued to push himself into her, furthering the fiery burn. Tears dripped down the sides of her, but were replaced with soft lips pecking the tears off her face.

Soon, the pain was replaced with pleasure and moans tumbled through her lips. “M-move, please Bucky,” she panted, gripping onto his bicep.

A guttural growl emitted from Bucky as she clenched around him. He could feel everything little clench or contract coming from her and it drove him crazy.

He adjusted the pace of his thrusts and slammed his hips into hers. Her back arched at the pleasure.

Bucky moved her legs wider, trying to get a better angle. Incoherent curse words flew from her mouth as her stomach tightened.

“Bucky!” she exclaimed, her fingernails dug into his skin, “I’m going to cum!”

He grinded his hips with hers, also feeling the intense pleasure wash over him. Y/n cried out beneath him, shaking from the thrill. Bucky pulled out, streaming hot white spurts over her stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/n!” he shouted, clenching his eyes shut.

A thin layer of sweat covered both of their bodies. James immediately ran off to get a washcloth. Y/n honestly was sure she had blacked out for a second while finishing her second orgasm.

He soon reappeared with a warm washcloth, and began wiping off the mess on her stomach.

A whimper left her lips.

“Shh, you’re probably going to be sore for a couple days, but I’ll be right here if you need anything,” Bucky cooed, smoothing down the mess of hair on her head.

Bucky pulled on his boxers and slipped the red henley onto her naked body. Y/n clutched onto the super-soldier refusing to let go. He pulled her off rounding the bed. “You’re going to make me leave, aren’t you?” she whispered out, wiping the sleeves across her eyes.

He frowned, “doll? Unless I mixed something up, you are definitely more than just a one-time fuck. I love you, I want to be more than this.”

“Really? You’re not going to make me leave?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, chuckling, “c’mere, silly. It’s three-forty five in the morning, let’s get some rest. Then tomorrow we can go on an actual date.”

Y/n practically jumped into his arms and hid her face in the crook of his neck. He pulled the covers overtop of her and secured her to him with his arm, pulling Y/n as close as she could be to him.

His fingers drew patterns on her back, and pressed gentle kisses to her head every once in a while. Everything he ever wanted was currently wrapped around him like a koala, and he hoped she never let go.

“Buck?”

He hummed in response.

“It was never anybody elses to take, it was always yours. I love you.”

Bucky’s grip tightened around her and he kissed her forehead before saying, “I love you too, doll.”

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#Bucky Barnes #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #marvel smut #steve x reader #marvel x reader #bucky fluff #soft #bucky x reader!soft #Steve Rogers #steve x you

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sarcastic-space-gal · 5 years ago

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Cross Paths (Part 1)

Pairing: The Mandalorian x female Reader;

Word Count: 2,8k;

Warnings: None;

Summary: On Tatooine the Mandalorian is helped by a misterious woman.

A/N: Is it requested? Nope. I still have requests to do? Yep. I’m gonna deliver it to you anyway? Yes. Will there be more than one part? Yes. I have spoken.

Tatooine was the only base available, even if their time on the planet would have been counted. Sometimes the Mandalorian wondered if taking the asset had been a good idea, putting a bounty on the little creature’s head and condemning himself to be a fugitive and living in exile. But how can someone live behind a baby, yes he was a warrior but he was not heartless.

The Razor Crest trespassed the planet’s atmosphere in a matter of minutes and reached the surface, landing vigorously on the desert of Tatooine.

“Stay here” Din pointed at the little creature as he headed towards the exit door and pushed the button as a warm soft breeze filled his body when he finally stepped outside.

The two suns were high in the sky, the temperature was too hot for his liking but fortunately the city was just a mile away from where he landed. He was just about to take off to his destination when a soft cooing sound made his way to his ears. He turned his face and found the crib with the little green creature smiling at him to which he could only respond with a heavy sigh.

Wordlessly he started walking away as the crib floated right next to him.

Mos Eisley’s streets were chaotic and timing with every kind of creature from every part of the galaxy but nobody seemed to care much about them, which was good, he had to remain low key. The crib was now closed in order to not arouse suspicion: seeing a Mandalorian with a crib was already strange enough.

Merchants’ yells and the indistinct chattering of the people almost covered the Din’s thoughts as he finally found hat he was searching for: charges and munitions. While searching for the things he needed within the endless types the seller had displayed, he repeatedly kept looking around him, making sure that no one was here for them.

As he put away the last weapon in his belt he strode down the street again when a beeping sound caught his ear.

“It’s him!”

Without hesitating he pulled out the blaster and started firing towards the voice as all the people in the streets started screaming in horror and running away to find a shelter. They were there for the baby, but he wouldn’t let them take him, he thought while hiding behind a corner.

From what he could tell there were at least six or seven of them. That was not good, not with the crib floating closely around him, making it a perfect target.

“Here!” a different voice came from behind him, making him turn around and aiming the blaster at whoever was there.

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Mandalorians are warriors: weapons are part of their religion, the thirst of conquest is embedded in their instinct, confrontation is inevitable, fighting is necessary.

War is their way of life. War is their God.

This is what you knew about them or at least what has been told you about them. You’d never seen a Mandalorian before but their story had always intrigued you: how can someone give away his life, his entire being on one belief, for one cause and follow it, die for it.

Listening carefully to the rumors that were always going around, you heard even more terrible stories about them, as they were depicted as dreadful opponents, someone you don’t want to face on the battlefield, and if you were on their list, the last thing you’d see before dying would have been their blaster pointing at you.

But well, maybe you’d rather have a Mandalorian against you than carrying on with your kind of life, you thought. Surviving sometimes was really hard and challenging as you found yourself skipping meals many times and fighting and praying to the Maker that the next day would be better.

That day turned out to be really different.

As you did everyday, you woke up from your tiny little spot where since countless days and months you passed the night, get dressed, took your weapon and headed out in the streets of Mos Eisley.

Life as a scavenger was exhausting but it would put food on the table… sometimes. That day you had to sell some items that you took two days prior from an abandoned dathomirian starship.

Since you arrived to the marketplace you could not notice the stranger who strode down the street with a...crib? But his appearance spoke by itself. The helmet, the armor, you had no doubt: he was a Mandalorian. Finishing the deal you shoved your credits in the pocket and turned to see him buying some munitions. Intrigued you put your headscarf up to your nose so that only your eyes where out, and slowly followed him down the streets, not sure why you were doing that. Then suddenly you heard blasters firing around and people frenetically running away. You could swear that all the bustle was because of the new arrival in town.

Quickly running around the corner, you saw him hiding and occasionally firing at the hunters. You had to help him. Searching for a better place to hide you scanned the area and with a solid kick you opened a door and shouted “Here!”

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“I’m not a bounty hunter, I wanna help you, come here” it was a female voice for sure.

“He is not alone come on!” one of the hunters shouted.

Lacking of any other ideas, Din quickly typed something on the screen placed on his left arm and sprinted towards you as the crib floated in your direction too.

“Inside” with a side nod you pointed inside where the door was slammed open. The man and the crib followed your instruction as you entered and closed the door just before hearing some shouting and heavy footsteps running down the street.

“That was close” you said as the adrenaline pumped into your veins when you turned and saw the Mandalorian with the blaster still firmly in his hand. When finally all the shouts silenced, he shoved his weapon in his belt.

“Thank you” his voice was steady, calm and even if it was filtrated by the helmet you could feel it was deep, it almost made goosebumps appear on your skin.

The light inside the house was dim as the only source of it was through a small window almost fully covered by a heavy curtain, making really difficult to see. But even in the dark you could make out the outline of the Mandalorian looking at you, his sixth-sense and experience was probably kicking in, knowing that he couldn’t trust anyone.

“Don’t mention it” you replied kindly before heading to the window. You moved the curtain a little and peeked outside, people were still running away but mostly the streets were clear. You turned your head again and saw him on his knees near the crib.

“Is your baby ok-?”

The little oval thing was now open, revealing a little green creature with huge ears compared to the size of his head, who was cooing happily.

“It’s not mine”

“Oh, yeah I can see why” you looked at the little baby with a wide smile on your lips “Hi little one”

The Mandalorian cocked his head to the side as he attentively watched every movement you made. The baby was already a fan of yours as he reached up with his little arms.

“I must go” he suddenly said, when few shouts were heard in the street “They are still here”

“I think you should wait for the night and sneak out in the darkness” you suggested.

Even if he wasn’t eager of the idea, he had no other choice, he couldn’t let anything happen to the Child. So with a heavy sigh he lied down with his back leaned on the wall with the crib right next to him.

“I should go then...”

“No” his hands were working on his weapon, he was probably cleaning it “They saw you with me, they’re searching for you too probably”

“Oh” it was the only thing you could manage to say.

After a few moments of silence, noticing the sudden changing in your features the Mandalorian spoke again, this time his voice was soft.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s okay. I don’t have anything here, I’ll find a safe passage out of this planet as soon as I manage to get out of here” you sat down on the opposite side of the man leaning on the wall too “Hoping that the credits I own are sufficient”

You two didn’t speak again for what seemed like hours, you could tell that he wasn’t a talker but as time went by you shared few glances, or at least you thought, you couldn’t really tell if he was really looking at you through that helmet, but somehow you knew: he was watching you. What was intriguing was that he tried not to be obvious about it. When you lifted your head and meet his eyes he would always quickly look away nonchalantly.

Come on, how you could even think such things, he was a warrior, a hunter, he was probably keeping you under control, after all the only thing he could see were your eyes as you remembered only then that you were still wearing your headscarf.

You pulled the fabric away from your face revealing your features to the man in front of you. At first he did nothing but when he turned his glare to you and saw that you pulled away the veil from your face, deep down in his heart he hoped for a few more light for being able to see you better. But there was none.

“Can I ask what is your name?” you asked, gaining his attention again.

“My real name is a secret, but everyone calls me Mando”

“Mando” you repeated “I’m Y/n”

Din felt his heart falter a bit at the sound of your voice, but shook away the feeling immediately.

The two suns were getting down pretty fast as the two of you stood up ready to go out. The Mandalorian closed the crib again fidgeting with some buttons on his screen.

“I know the way through the streets were you could go unseen, but to reach your gunship you must pass through a not covered area, in the desert. They will probably follow you. But I can show you the way”

He didn’t say anything he just nodded and took his blaster out. The night was already dark and silent, making difficult to see. Perfect.

Slowly you opened the door and scanned the area, no suspicious looking people were around for now. The Mandalorian was right behind you with the crib floating silently. With determination you started striding down the streets, small corners, dark passages with quick turns in every directions: no one could ever see you.

At least it’s what you believed. Someone was lurking in the shadow, following your path.

Then the three of you finally came to the peripheral area of the city, no more corners, no more streets, just sand for miles and miles.

“This is it, you have to be quick and-”

The sound of blasters and red lights interrupted you as you both reached for your weapons and started firing back.

“They’re trapped, the asset is ours” one of the hunters shouted aiming his weapon towards you two.

They were still firing when suddenly a gloved hand wrapped around your upper arm pulling you away and down behind a pile of boxes.

“How many are they?” you shouted.

“At least six or seven, maybe more” even in that circumstance he was able to keep his voice steady almost as if this wasn’t happening “I throw this to them to distract them and we start firing” he said showing a grenade in his hand.

“Sound good for me”

With that Din threw the grenade which exploded vigorously. Without hesitation you charged towards them. After few moments he had already took down three men, but he froze when he saw you fighting. Surely you were skilled, you knew how to fight but the way you move was almost warrior like: kicking, punching, firing you killed all the men near you. The Mandalorian was so caught into your movements that he didn’t see the hunter with the blaster aiming at him just few steps behind him as he caught him in the arm. Without even flinching the shot was stopped by the beskar armor as he quickly turned and shot at him, leaving the streets of Mos Eisley finally silent.

Regaining a steady heartbeat you walked towards him.

“Are you okay?” you asked a little out of breath.

He simply nodded as he shoved his blaster away.

“You should go now”

“What about you?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” your confusion grew every moment.

“You said you needed a safe passage out of here, I can offer you that”

“I don’t have enough credits to pay” sadness suddenly rose from your heart.

“I don’t want them” your confusion was at its peak now. A Mandalorian with a little green creature in a crib was offering a safe passage, and he didn’t want your money? “I could use a crew member of your ability”

“Sorry, are you offering me a safe passage for free?” you questioned.

“Yes” he simply responded.

“I accept” without even thinking about it twice, you responded “I’ll just take few things and we can leave”

“I’m coming with you” your heart skipped a beat. But why? That was probably adrenaline still pumping around your body.

Gathering all the last things from your little ‘home’ you left that place, and followed the Mandalorian to his ship.

The trip to the ship was silent, just the soft sound of your footsteps on the sand and the wind caressing your cheeks, when you finally came to the Razor Crest. You stopped right in your track and just looked at it for a few moments. This was a turning point for your life, a new beginning, away from this planet, away from hunger and away from scavenging.

“This way” the Mandalorian said opening the ship’s cargo door.

Placing your things down you followed him again to the cockpit of the gunship and took a sit next to him, but as the engine turned on a wave of nervousness made his way to your mind. You stiffened in your seat as you hooked your fingers around the armrests.

“Have you ever been on a ship?” it was like he could almost sense your distress.

“No” you gulped “Not one that actually flies”

“Are you nervous?”

“What you suddenly became a talker now?”

That was impossible to tell but you could swear he was smirking under that helmet.

He pressed some buttons, moved some switch and the Razor Crest started flying. Within minutes you could see the planet from the gunship window. Slowly you walked towards it and looked at it in awe. Din didn’t fail noticing your expression while watching for the first time the space and the planet from up above. You features were shaped with happiness, the nervousness was now completely gone as you smiled widely scanning the sky and the stars with your beautiful eyes. They were indeed beautiful. Now with the light shining on your face he could finally see every little detail that was under that headscarf: your e/c eyes, your nose, your mouth, your lips, your beautiful hair. Like in a dream he suddenly looked away, hoping you didn’t notice his staring.

But you did.

“Mesh’la”

“What?” his heart almost skipped a beat after hearing that word. It was a long time since he last heard his language being spoken.

“Isn’t the word for ‘beautiful’ in your language?”

“Yes, it is. How do you know Mando’a?”

He was fully focused on you now. Surely you were full of surprises. You turned away from the cockpit and sat back in your seat.

“Living on a planet like Tatooine is not simple” you started, looking down at your hands that were placed in your lap “I learned to speak many languages, how to fight, how to heal wounds, how to fix ships”

The Mandalorian was listening very carefully at your story as the only sound in the ship was your melodic voice.

“I tried to survive in any possible way”

He simply nodded and didn’t say anything.

After few minutes passed in silence you spoke again.

“Thank you” you said hesitantly “For taking me with you and away from that planet”

Din stayed quiet for a bit.

“Thank you for helping me” his voice was steady and calm “...Us” He turned his head to you and the baby and nodded .

Smiling fondly at him, you leaned in your seat and closed your eyes as the Razor Crest went into hyperdrive to your next destination.

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ifthepuppetmakesyousmile · 4 years ago

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my masters thesis on how to determine the horny level of a bee gees song or, how to tell if you need to throw a bee gee in horny jail.

horny bee gees songs come in a couple of flavors. for the most part, when the bee gees sing about love, they’re really singing about love. but sometimes when they sing about love, they are really singing about Fuck, and Fuck and love are different. in order to properly evaluate a bee gees song for its horny factor, we must consider both the lyrics and the complete musical presentation. what does the song SOUND like? what do the instruments do? how fast, how slow, what tone of voice are they singing in? all of these things affect how horny any given song is. first, we examine the lyrics, looking at the meaning of the text. is it to be taken at face value, is it metaphorical, is it autobiographical, is it fictional. then, we examine the sonic presentation. how do the rhythm, instrumentation, and vocal delivery affect the text? where does the primary horny energy in the song lie? i might not be able to analyze every single bee gees song for its horny value, but we can extrapolate and use these criteria as a guide to determine the horniness of any bee gees song.

for instance, “how deep is your love” is very much really about love in general. Fuck may be part of that love, but it is not the primary focus of the song. with a gentle delivery, soft instrumentation, and lyrics that show a deep connection between the singer and their partner, “how deep is your love” is very decidedly about affection and emotional love rather than physical sexual intimacy. “love you inside and out” is lyrically mostly about love, but it’s also very much about Fuck. it is sneaky. it is musically, especially rhythmically, an extremely humpy song. from the opening bass line, the vibe is set. barry’s delivery is more urgent here. we hear him pretty much parked in his falsetto for the entire song, singing with an urgency we simply do not hear in the album’s other big hit, “too much heaven.” lyrically, we hear the emotional toll of a relationship that lacks equal commitment--she just doesn’t feel what he feels, and it devastates him, but it also sounds like he is crying about this while poundin’ that pussy. through these two examples, we can glean a lot about how to determine the horniness of any bee gees song.

in direct juxtaposition to “love you inside and out,” we find a later bee gees song off of the remarkably horny 1997 album “still waters” called “alone.” “alone” is musically a pretty gentle song. it’s upbeat, with bagpipes (notoriously unsexy in nature), accoustic guitar, and snare drum as the main instrumentation. lyrically, the overall message of the song is “i have done a lot of fuck, but i maybe should have done a little more love, because now i am alone, which is something i dislike.” though a cautionary tale about the importance of finding the right fuck/love balance, the opening lyrics are perhaps the most explicitly about a sexual act of any bee gees song. “I was a midnight rider on a cloud of smoke, i could make a woman hang on every single stroke” announces a 51 year old barry gibb, terrorizing me. in the following lyrics, he notes how his partner’s body began to tremble. though the text eases up on the direct references to sex, these opening lines have left their horny mark. vocally, this is not one of barry’s strongest performances. delivered in a hushed falsetto on the verses with occasional supporting harmony from his brothers, he just manages to sell the introspection, but the choruses by robin deliver a large amount of the emotional weight of the song. this sets the tone for the rest of the album, however, as even the songs on this album that are primarily about love seem to be about a very sensual, sexual love and above an emotional interpersonal romantic love. following a rejected acoustic cover album, the brothers appear to have focused on writing more mature music that they felt would feel fresh and contemporary in the late 1990s. they’d also undergone an image makeover, as 1997 was to be a very big year for them. a very big, very horny year, with their induction into the rock and roll hall of fame and the 20th anniversary of saturday night fever relaunching them into the public consciousness in north america. it was time for the bee gees to be adults, and they opted to do so by wearing black and singin’ about fuckin’.

the third variety of horny bee gees song is a song that is horny both in text and in musical presentation. songs of this nature pair sexual lyrics with sexual musical delivery. i think as humans we all instinctively know what music sounds horny--we all respond to it differently, but we can all identify that a smooth bass line, cool, relaxed beats and instrumentation, and a slow but deliberate tempo indicate a certain amount of intended sexiness. this may attract or repel us, but at the very least, we notice it. this is the kind of song of which brother maurice is most typically guilty--”dimensions,” “closer than close,” and “house of shame” all fall under this category, easily diagnosed as horny in both meaning and sound. lyrically, mo is the most explicit about his own body and sexual desires in song (the mo penis forecast for today is rock hard with a chance of drip), and his delivery is probably the sexiest and most masculine, lending even non-horny songs a bit of a sexy vibe. his solo performances were rare for the group; some albums would go by without a single mo-lead song. the relative scarcity of his songs makes their unique horniness and sexuality more noticeable. barry has hundreds of songs. if some of them are devastatingly horny, it hardly matters compared to the plethora of story songs, love songs, and songs about the invention of the lightbulb with which he has provided us. a horny barry lead is a drop in the bucket--a horny mo lead is 1/6 of his catalog. robin has very few truly horny songs, as most of his leads are a bit more introspective, melancholy, and full of longing. his voice was very well suited for conveying complex emotion. there’s a reason “lamplight” was the hill he was wiling to die on and not, say, “sensuality,” a horny disaster cut from the 2001 album “this is where i came in”. sensuality is perhaps the best...worst...strongest example of a song that is horny in both text and composition. it’s the kind of song you’re afraid of your parents catching you listening to. it’s the kind of song that i personally have to actively endure. the lyrics are deeply sensual, as could be inferred from the title, but even with the warning of the title, perhaps one is never really ready to hear robin gibb say “body worship.” recorded in 1998, this was hot off the heels of the uber-horny “still waters” and the structure of “this is where i came in had not yet been determined. i don’t know how this song eventually found its way to the public--i assume it just slithered out on its own, determined to be heard. the musical backing brings all of the horniest sounds a late 90s pop track can bring--creamy vocal harmonies straight out of a backstreet boys track, a hip-hop styled breakbeat, and sexy key-change at 4:30, all delivered with the confidence of a horny 48 year old who has seen a fuck or two in his lifetime in one convenient slow-jam. lyrically, it discusses thirsting and hungering for your partner's body, body worship, finding the “center of your universe” which i assume is code for “the clit”, mentions being a slave under an evil spell, compares sex and love with their partner to religion, and then says in no uncertain terms that god is on his side giving him the power to Fuck Good (very well, even.) it is clear to see that both musically and lyrically, this song is about fuck with a side of love, rather than love with a side of fuck. this song is horny.

with these categories and criteria in mind, we are now free to consider the horny weight of any bee gees song. “country lanes?” not real horny. “all this making love?” incredibly horny. “one?” hornier than you’d guess on first listen but barry says he’ll be your slave. “wish you were here” is definitely hornier than a song i’d write about my baby brother but because it was styled to be more relatable and so posed as a more general love and loss song, we can consider it very low on the horniness spectrum. “esp?” that’s psychic horny. do with this cursed information what you will. i literally can’t think about this any more today or i will rip my own eyes out. the bee gees can be horny if they want and boy do they want.

#music brain cell at work #music brain cell burned the fuck out #i used my education for This

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