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honeyhoneypp · 4 months ago

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Hii I Iove ur op hcs!! Could you maybe do a hc on the monster trio reacting to their partner being pregnant out of notice?

A Good Mother

One Piece men with a pregnant girlfriend

What is wrong with your body? You wonder why you have been feeling sick lately, or why you haven't had your period even though it's been 3 months, or why your body has been feeling heavier and your stomach look rounder. You have also been craving food, but at the same time, food makes you feel sick. Could it be possible that..?

Female pronouns! Fluff + some angst on Zoro’s part

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L U F F Y

At first he didn’t really noticed your mood swings or food cravings, he just thought you wanted to be stronger like him! So he didn’t get worried, but he did notice how you started to get sick, which really worried him.

But what got him worried sick was when you suddenly fainted in the middle of a battle, he thought the enemy had hurt you, but Chopper quickly grabbed you and brought you back to the ship.

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Luffy was fighting the captain of a random pirate crew that got in his way, you were fighting one of the pirates but suddenly you started to feel dizzy, your vision became blurry and your legs started to get weak, and suddenly everything went completely black.

Luffy watched as you fell to the ground, thinking that the pirate had hurt you, he quickly stretched out his arm to hit the pirate in the face and easily knocked him out.

Luffy— “____!” — The captain tries to stab Luffy but he was quick to dodge __

Chopper— He quickly picks you up — “I got her, Luffy! Don’t worry”

When you finally wake up you were on bed, Chopper was sitting next to you.

Chopper— “Oh! You’re awake!”

— “Chopper..? W-What happened?”

Chopper— “You fainted in the middle of a battle, ____”

— “I did?”

Chopper— Nod — “Do you have any idea why this can be? Have you been drinking water, sleeping, have you been anxious?”

— “I’ve been hydrating myself and sleeping well, and I’m not anxious…”

Chopper— “I should probably run some blood tests to see if you have low sugar levels..”

— “I… I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

Chopper— “Hm? Why is that, ____?”

— “I’ve been feeling weird lately”

Chopper— “Tell me more”

—“I’ve been having some weird food cravings, sometimes I just want to eat everything, but other times I can’t even look at food or I feel like I’m going to throw up. And I haven’t had my period for about 3 months now, I think… and also… I’ve been feeling my body a little bit heavier, and I’ve noticed that my stomach has gotten rounder too.”

You stand up and pull your shirt up to show Chopper that indeed your stomach looks rounder than before.

Chopper— “____… when was the last time you had sexual relations?”

— You sit back on the bed — “I think it was exactly 3 months ago… Chopper, you don’t think I’m pregnant right..?”

Chopper— “Well, those are signs of a pregnancy, but if you used protection then it’s probably something else. You used protection right?”

— “No.”

Chopper— He sighs — “You had sexual relations with Luffy, right?”

— “Yeah…”

Chopper— “____, I think you’re pregnant, but I’ll have you do a pregnancy test to be sure”

Chopper quickly went to look for something in his cabinets, then he came back with 3 pregnancy tests and 2 cups, one with water and the other one empty.

Chopper— “Here, drink this” — He hands you the cup of water and you drink it, then he hands you the empty cup and the 3 pregnancy tests — “I need you to urinate in this cup and then put the tip of the pregnancy tests inside the cup and leave it for around 10 seconds. Then bring the tests to me, got it?”

— “Okay…”

You quickly run to the restroom with all the things, you urinate in the cup and put the pregnancy tests inside of it, one at a time and then you wait for the results to appear.

After some minutes you start seeing how 2 lines start to appear on the pregnancy result.

— “Does this mean… that I’m pregnant?”

You throw the cup away and quickly go into Chopper’s office, you hand him the 3 pregnancy tests and he readers each one of them.

Chopper— “____, you are indeed pregnant. And since you had sexual relations 3 months ago, I’ll guess you’re already 3 months pregnant.”

— “I-“

Luffy open the door aggressively, he just came from defeating the whole pirate crew and quickly came to see how you were.

Luffy— “____! Are you okay?!” — He grabs your shoulders —

— “Y-Yes, Luffy. I’m okay”

Chopper— He taps your leg — “Do you want to tell him or should I tell him?”

— “Please tell him…” — You sit back on the bed —

Luffy— “Huh? Tell me what?”

Chopper— “Luffy, these are really important news, don’t freak out”

Luffy— “What do you mean? Just spit it out already”

Chopper— “____ is pregnant.”

Luffy— “Pregnant? You mean she has a baby in her tummy?”

Chopper— “Yes”

Silence filled the room, Luffy just stared at chopper and then at you. You were anxious, you didn’t know how he would take these news.

Luffy— He scratches his neck — “Okay.”

Chopper— “What do you mean ‘okay?!’ Luffy, this is something serious! Having a baby is a big responsibility!”

Luffy— “She’s just carrying a baby in her tummy, what’s the big deal?”

Chopper— “Luffy, are you not listening to yourself?! She’s carrying a baby! That means she won't be able to fight anymore, she'll be vulnerable to any kind of attack for at least 6 months! And after those 6 months you'll have to take care of a human baby that doesn't know how to defend itself!”

Luffy— “Shishishi, it’s okay, I’ll protect both of them! But if I can’t I trust you guys in protecting them! I think it’s a fun idea of having a little guy or girl running around the ship!”

Chopper— He sighs — “Luffy-”

— You put your hand on Chopper’s head — “Chopper, it’s alright. Trust him when he says he or his crew will protect us” — You smile at him —

Chopper— “Well I guess you’re right… Then I’ll protect you, ____!”

— You giggle — “I’m sure you will!”

Later that night

You were laying down in bed, Luffy had his head on your abdomen.

Luffy— “I can’t believe you have a baby here, that’s so funny. How did that even happened? Did you swallowed the little guy or girl?”

— “What? No! Luffy, do you seriously don’t know how I got pregnant?”

Luffy— he shakes his head —

— Sigh — “Remember that night? That night where I made you feel good and you also made me feel so good?”

Luffy— He thinks for a moment — “Oh yeah! That! Shishishi, that was a fun game, we should do it again”

— You laugh — “You’re right. But that’s the reason I got pregnant”

Luffy— “Oh, okay.”

— “You don’t understand, right?”

Luffy— He laughs — “Nope!”

— You smile at him — “You’ll understand someday, let’s go to sleep.”

Luffy falls asleep with his head on your abdomen, he didn't understand what was happening to your body or how big of a responsibility was taking care of a baby, but he knew he had to be more protective of you. After all, you're carrying his and your baby! And he's excited to see the baby.

Z O R O

He didn't really notice how your eating habits had changed, but he did notice your mood swings, he didn't want to think too much about it. I mean, they're normal, right? Maybe you're on that thing girls call "period."

But then he started to get worried when it had been over a week and you were still having the same mood swings, you're the person he tolerates the most, after Luffy of course. But he started to get annoyed by how you started crying over the smallest things, making you have a small argument.

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He was sitting on the edge of the bed, he was frustrated, he made you cry by raising his voice at you for questioning him about spending time together... why did he raise his voice at you? He was mentally insulting himself.

Then suddenly Sanji opened the door aggressively.

Sanji— “Hey, marimo” — He said with an aggressive tone —

Zoro— “Hm? What do you want?”

Sanji— “____, she fainted, she’s at Chopper’s office right now”

Zoro— “…What? She fainted?! Why?!”

Sanji— “I have no idea, I found her on the kitchen”

Zoro— He quickly stands up to go to the door — “Damn it!”

Sanji— He grabs his shoulder making him stop — “I heard how you raised your voice at her this morning, don’t you ever dare to hurt her feelings again or I’ll kick your ass”

Zoro doesn't say anything, he just slaps Sanji’s hand off his shoulder, but Sanji was right, he shouldn't have raised his voice at you. He quickly went to Chopper's office to check on you.

Zoro— “Chopper!”

Chopper— He flinches — “Zoro! You scared me!”

— “Zoro..?”

Zoro— “____! Oh, good you’re alright.” — He hugs you —

Chopper— “Yes, she just fainted because of being stressed, it’s nothing serious don’t worry”

Zoro— “…____, I’m really sorry for raising my voice at you this morning, I shouldn’t have done that… It was so stupid of me”

— “It’s okay, Zoro. I just been sensitive these past few days because I- I’m pregnant…”

Zoro— He freezes on place, did he heard you right? — “What did you said?”

— “I’m pregnant.”

Zoro— “You’re pregnant… Chopper, is that true? Is a baby actually growing inside of her?”

Chopper— “Yes, it’s true, those are the consequences of having unprotected sex”

Zoro— “So… how long do we have to wait for the baby to come out?”

Chopper— “Well since the last time you both had sexual relations was 3 months ago… I’ll say you have 6 months left.”

Zoro— “Well, what am I supposed to do now? Is she going to be okay?”

Chopper— “She’ll be okay, she just won’t be able to do a lot of psychical activity, like fighting.”

Zoro— “She won’t?!”

Chopper— “Yes, she’s carrying a baby so she won’t be able to do a lot of stuffs”

Zoro— “But what if I’m not able to protect her…”

— “Zoro…”

Chopper— “Don’t worry, Zoro. That’s why you have your crewmates! We’ll also protect ____!”

Zoro— “You’re right, thank you Chopper…”

Chopper— he nods — “If you guys ever need parenting advices please let me know! I’ll be studying more about human babies to help you guys.”

— “Thank you, Chopper, you’re the best doctor”

Chopper— He gets bashful — “Oh, you big dummy! Complimenting me like that doesn’t make me a bit happy, why would that make me happy?” — He says while doing a cute little dance —

— You giggle — “Whatever you say, Chopper.”

It was already afternoon, you were with Zoro in the crow's nest, he was resting with his head on your lap after a hard day of training.

— “Zoro, you should get some rest, you can’t be training hard everyday without rest.”

Zoro— “I can’t… I need to get stronger, and since you’re pregnant I’ll have to train way more”

— “It’s okay, Zoro. You heard what Chopper said, they’ll also protect me! Don’t you trust them?”

Zoro— “I do trust them, ____. But I want to be the one that protects you, what if everyone gets defeated? What will happen to you and our baby?

— “Zoro…”

Zoro— “And don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that we're going to have a baby... but I'm just worried, you know that my dream is to become the greatest swordsman and I train hard every day to achieve it, but that doesn't give me much time to spend with you.”

— You listen to him carefully —

Zoro— “I want to be there for you, I want to be a good father and boyfriend, but I also have my own dreams and you know that and I don’t want us to argue for that, like we did in the morning, it’s not good for you or the baby.”

— “I understand, Zoro. I’m sorry I acted that way this morning… being pregnant is hard, it can make you more sensitive or have mood swings, or that’s what Chopper told me… So I’ll need you to be patient with me too”

Zoro— He smiles at you and sits next to you — “I understand, ____. I’ll try my best to be a good boyfriend for you and our baby”

— “I know you’ll be a good father, Zoro”

Zoro puts his hand on your abdomen and feels the small bump.

Zoro— “I can’t wait to see if it’s a boy or a girl… Either way, I’ll teach them to be the next greatest swordsman.”

He's a little stressed about the idea of having a baby, as he doesn't want to make you feel alone due to his constant training, but he'll make sure to figure something out, and now you understand that too.

S A N J I

He was quick to notice your mood swings and cravings, noticing how sometimes you just wanted to eat the weirdest combinations or the entire refrigerator or how sometimes you couldn't stand the smell or sight of food.

Of course, he was very worried. Did you want to try new foods that he didn't know about? Did you get bored of his food? He couldn't go on with this, so he decided to ask you because he needed answers immediately.

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Sanji was in the kitchen preparing your favorite meal. He noticed that you didn't eat the meal he made this morning. He thought that you probably just didn't like what he made, but he was also thinking about other things.

Did you start to get bored with his cooking? Did you hate the food he was preparing? Or why haven't you been eating the food he's been preparing for you these past few days?

After finishing preparing the meal, he quickly walked out of the kitchen and went to the girl’s room. When he arrived, he knocked on the door, and you lazily said, "Come in."

Sanji— He opens the door and comes inside the room — “My love! I prepared your favorite dish!”

— “Oh, Sanji! Aw, you didn't have to, sweetie”

Sanji— “My love, I noticed that you didn't eat this morning, so you're probably hungry right now”

— “I'm not! I swear I'm okay!”

Sanji— "Are you getting bored of my food? Don't you like it anymore? You haven't been eating any of the food I've been preparing these past few days."

— “Oh, sweetie, it's none of that I swear! F-” — You quickly cover your mouth, you feel like you are going to throw up again —

Sanji— “My love?”

You quickly ran out of the room, you weren't going to be able to go all the way to the restroom to throw up so you had to lean onto the ship rail and throw up everything you had on your stomach.

Sanji follows you and he starts patting your back, letting you know that he's here if you need anything.

Sanji— "____?! Are you okay? Do you need anything? Some water? Should I call Chopper?!"

— “Sanji, I can't stand the smell of food, I have barely been eating because of that... I think I'm sick, please take me to Chopper”

He nods, then he picks you up and takes you to Chopper’s office when he arrives he opens the door with his foot.

Chopper— He turns his head to the door — “Sanji?! ____!? What happened to her?”

Sanji— “She’s been feeling sick lately, she can't stand the smell of food or she feels like she throws up, please, Chopper, do something!”

Chopper— “Okay, please put her on bed.”

Sanji doesn't say anything else and he generally out you on the bed. He's really worried, what if it's something serious? What if it's some kind of sickness that not even Chopper can cure?

Chopper— “Okay, ____, please tell me your symptoms”

— “These past few days I've been feeling like I want to throw up just smelling the food, I have also been noticing that my stomach has been getting rounder, and I've also been feeling more sensitive.”

Chopper— He thinks for a moment — “When was the last time you got your period?”

— “I haven't gotten my period for 3 months now”

Chopper— He gasps — “Could it be that… ____, when was the last time you had sexual relations?!”

— “3 months ago… wait…”

Chopper— “But you used protection right?!”

Sanji— “Um…”

— “…No”

Chopper— “____… I think you're pregnant”

Sanji— “SHE’S WHAT?!”

— “What?! A-Are you sure!?”

Chopper— “I'm sure, but to be more sure I'll need you to take some pregnancy tests”

Chopper quickly ran to the cabinet and gave you a pregnancy test and a cup.

Chopper— “You’ll need to urinate in this cup, and then put the tip of the pregnancy test inside the cup, if it has 2 lines then that means you're pregnant… but if it has one line then it means you aren't pregnant. Any questions?”

You nod at everything Chopper says, how is Sanji taking this? Does he even want to be a father?

Sanji— He coughs — “So, Chopper, I have a question.”

Chopper— “Go ahead”

Sanji— “If she's pregnant…” — His eyes turn into hearts — “Does this mean her breasts will get bigger?!”

Chopper— “Yes indeed, they'll also get more sensitive and could probably leak breast milk, it's something normal but it could be embarrassing for ____.”

Sanji— “Bigger… sensitive… and they leak milk?!” — His nose starts bleeding —

— “Sanji!” — Your face turns red —

Chopper— “Sanji!?”

Later that night, after Chopper performed a blood transfusion on Sanji, and you took the pregnancy test that indeed came out positive, Sanji is still resting in bed. However, you are feeling impatient and decide to show him the pregnancy test now.

You open Chopper’s office and see Sanji resting on the bed, but he isn't asleep, he is just staring at the ceiling.

— “Sanji?”

Sanji— “____-love! Was the pregnancy test positive?!”

— You hand him the pregnancy test — “It is…”

Sanji— His eyes shine — “My love! We're having a baby! I can't believe this I real!”

He stands up picks you up and gently puts you on the bed.

— “Sanji, are you actually happy? I mean, do you really want to have a baby?”

Sanji— “Of course I am happy! I always wanted to start a family with you! Oh, this is the best day of my life!” — He starts filling your face with his kisses —

— You giggle — “Stop that! It tickles!”

Sanji— He laughs — “I'm sorry I'm just really happy!”

— “I'm happy too, but I won't be able to fight while I'm pregnant…”

Sanji— “You don't have to worry about that, ____. You know I'll always protect you!”

— You smile at him — “I'm sure you will”

Sanji— “I love you so much, sweetheart”

— “I love you too”

This man is happy about the idea of having a baby. He knows you will be a wonderful mother, and he is excited to see the changes your breasts will have. However, that's not all he cares about, he cares about your well-being and commodity, and will always be there for you if you ever need something. Trust me, he‘ll be the good father he never had. (biologically)

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The three of them have their own opinions about having a baby, but even with different opinions, the three of them will be great fathers! And they trust their crewmates to take care of you anytime they can't! <3

Please let me know if I made spelling mistakes, some things don’t make sense or got their personality wrong!

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #pregnant #monster trio #fluff

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 21 days ago

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Edward Scissorhands, 1990

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Notes: I saw this movie for the first time last year….Who TF was gonna tell me it ends that way.

P.S why is he LOOKING like thaaaaat

Anakin sits at his desk, he’d been tinkering with the little broken-down Gameboy you’d given him in hopes he could save it for you. You’re laying on his bed, toying with the edges of your shirt sleepily when you turn over, looking at the time on your phone.

“Hey, Ani?” You sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed, grabbing your pants from the floor. He doesn’t look up as he hums in response. You roll your eyes playfully and get up, shimmying into your leggings and grabbing your bag from the chair.

“I have to get going” You run your hands down his bare chest and kiss his cheek. He distractedly turns his head, his eyes still on the little board in front of him as he whines. You giggle and cup his face, turning him to face you and kiss him, he sighs against your lips as you dip your tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his and tasting a little hint of you from earlier.

“I’ll bring this over when I’m done with it” He mutters as you pull away, still staring at your lips. You kiss his forehead and throw your bag over your shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll see you later cutie”

He’s done way sooner than he ever expected, he’s actually confused about why you’d even brought it over because it was definitely an easy fix once he figured it out, it was something he’d definitely taught you before.

He passes your house on his bike, trying to keep it as quiet as possible as he parks a few houses down at your neighbor Cindy’s. Cindy was an older woman who loved having Anakin around, said he reminded her of her late husband when they were young and he could park there any time.

Apparently, they used to sneak around too.

It wasn’t that your parents hated him, they just thought you could do better. And your father thought his piercings were weird…it’s probably a good thing he wasn’t aware of the ones he was sporting in… other places.

So sometimes, for quick things like this, he’d just sneak in through your window. He climbs up the trellis and reaches up to shove your window open. He can see your LED lights turned to red. He smirks and bites his lip. You usually reserve that color for him. It’s like you’d known he’d be coming.

His mouth drops as he catches a flash go off just as he’s looking in the window. You’re laid on your bed in a pretty little red lingerie set. The top of it has a fluffy white trim and you’ve got your makeup done up. He pushes the window open and you squeak, dropping the camera and covering your body.

“Anakin!” You hiss and he comes in through the window, taking his shoes off before he steps foot on your fluffy pink carpet.

“Whatcha doin'?”

You roll your eyes at the childish way he says it, a shit-eating grin on his face as he places the little box he’d put your game in on your desk.

“Nothing”

“Nothing? Really? Okay.” He drops your heavy textbooks off your desk and your mouth drops wide open

“Honey?? Are you okay?” You hear your mom from downstairs and you rush to the door, Anakin rushes to the bed at the same time, covering his footsteps with yours, and launches himself onto it.

“I’m fine!!” You lock your door and glare at him, coming back over to the bed.

“What are you doing here?!”

“What are you doing??” He snatches the little pile of Polaroids off your bedside table and starts going through them, his eyes growing impossibly wide.

You snatch the last few from him and gather them all up as fast as you can

“Anakin! Quit it! These- they- Anakin!!”

You slam your head against the bed and bounce off, dramatically falling to your floor, he reaches over for your camera snapping a picture of you lying there like an idiot.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” He snickers as he gently shakes the photo.

“Well- you kinda ruined it. So I don’t care anymore” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and he smirks, enjoying the way your breasts perk up.

“You’re such a fucking perv” You groan as you sit up, you get off the floor and snatch the stupid Polaroid from him. You turn away from him and walk away, staring at the photo. Your head whips around as you hear another shutter and you put your hands on your hips.

“Anakin!”

“You’re walking around with your ass hanging out and you think for one minute I’m not taking a picture of that?? Come on baby… tell me what you’re up to”

“They were your Christmas present okay! I- I got the idea from a friend and… and they were your Christmas present”

His mouth falls open slightly as he looks at you, he shifts a little, adjusting his sweatpants, and clears his throat.

“Oh?”

“Mhm and now you’ve ruined it” You cross your arms over your chest and pout. Anakin coos over your sweet face and comes to the edge of the bed, pulling you to him.

“Oh baby no, no it’s okay… you’re actually lucky that I’m here!”

“And why’s that?” You roll your eyes with a fake little sniffle and his heart absolutely melts for you

“Because baby, I can help you get all the right angles”

You giggle a little at his innuendo and he eases you onto the bed with him

“Now you just wipe those little tears and let Daddy take care of everything okay?”

“If I wipe my eyes I’m going to smear my mascara,” You tell him and he grabs the camera, checking it out for a second

“Exactly”

You do as he instructs, laying on your back with one hand next to your head and the other across your torso. He snaps the picture and makes you spread your legs next, slowly slipping your fingers between your bare folds. He pulls your panties aside, taking a picture of your glistening lips, and sighs dreamily.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty babydoll. Why don’t you play with yourself hm? Wanna watch you doin’ that for me”

You blush as you rub your clit, arching your back slightly. He takes a picture of that too as you spread your legs wider, moaning softly as you sink your fingers inside yourself. You look up at him with hooded eyes and he reaches down, palming himself through his pants as he takes another picture.

“You’re gonna use way too much film” You giggle and he scoffs, pulling out his phone and checking the make of your camera.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not gonna order more. I want an entire album of this pussy”

“Anakin!” You squeak and he tosses his phone back down

“Ordered! Now, I’m not sure I really believe you…”

“What do you mean?” You prop yourself up on your elbows and he moves to settle between your legs, he strokes himself through his pants again a couple times before pushing them down. Your eyes widen and he snaps another picture.

“I just think we could make it more real” His cock springs free from his boxers, standing up against his torso. You lick your lips slowly and he takes another, he strokes himself a couple times before, notching his weeping cock at your entrance.

“A-Anakin my parents are downstairs” You whisper breathily, staring at his thick cock as he teases your hole.

“So shut up and take it”

He pushes into you slowly, stretching you out on his cock. Your mouth drops slowly into a little “o” shape as he enters you, he takes a picture of the way you suck him in, the way you stretch to try and take him all, inch by inch he sinks into you, it almost feels like it’s never gonna end. Eventually, his hips are flush with yours, he takes a picture of your connected bodies and then tosses the Polaroid to the side, he leans down and kisses you, it’s hot and messy as you cup his face and kiss him back, moaning into his mouth.

“You think you’re gonna be able to be quiet?” He pulls away panting and you nod fast, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck

“W-we can’t on my bed Ani, they’ll definitely hear it”

“You couldn’t have told me that before I got inside you?” He pulls out and you both moan lowly before he’s climbing off the bed and dragging you with him. You grab the camera as he picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Okay… okay… where do I fuck your brains out” He looks around your room as you giggle into his shoulder.

He gasps quietly, an idea popping into his brain. “You’re gonna hate me for this” he puts your legs down, keeping you against his chest as he drags the giant teddy bear he’d gotten you for your birthday to the center of the room.

“What the fuck are you doing??” You whisper and he swats your ass making you squeak

“Shut up and let me work alright?”

He turns you around, holding you close to him, feeling his chest against your back.

“How do we feel about this?” he pushes on your shoulders lightly so you sink down to your knees, he goes with you, his hand running down your spine as he guides you to lay on top of it. He takes the camera from you and gets a couple of shots of that before stroking your back.

“Opinions?”

“I’m going to kill you for this”

“But you look sooo fucking good, he runs his hands down your sides firmly, pressing you into the soft fur of your teddy before sliding back into you. Both of you groan at the stretch, feeling the way this angle sends him deeper.

“Oh…we’re so doing this again when we can be louder” He pumps his hips slowly, getting you used to him before he just can’t help himself anymore. He ruts into you, setting a new, rougher pace, one hand moves to your hair, gripping it tightly as he fucks you harder.

He reaches back, tugging your hair as he grabs a blanket and puts it between your bodies to muffle the sounds of him pounding your cunt and then pushes your head down into your teddy to muffle the moans flowing from your lips.

The camera is long forgotten as his hips snap against your ass, fucking you hard and fast, he rolls his hips with each thrust grinding you down into the soft fur and teasing your clit. It feels like you’re between two of him as his hips thrust yours down into the soft fluff and you reach desperately for your bedside drawer.

“What’s up baby, what can I do for you?” He doesn’t stop thrusting as he whispers to you, shoving little squeaks out of your lips

“V-Vibrator” You moan out and he lifts his leg, pressing deeply into you as he leans over and opens your drawer, he digs around for a second and pulls out your cute purple vibrator, handing it to you.

“God you have the best ideas”

You slide it between your legs and every time he thrusts you both feel the intense vibrations. He growls lowly, his hips speeding up and fucking you into the floor.

He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he bites and sucks at your neck. "Gonna fill this pussy up, baby. Gonna pump you full of my cum and take pictures of it flowing out, you want that? You want pictures of Daddy’s cum filling your pussy?”

“Anakin!” Your mouth drops open as he pushes your face into the bear to quiet you, his hips stall, pressing you down hard into the vibrator and he has to bite down on your shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly. His thrusts become erratic, his thighs shaking as his cock pulses, he pushes back into you again, emptying his load inside you as you cum with him, your body shaking just as hard as his as you grind into the vibrator. He keeps his hips there for a moment, enjoying the way you struggle underneath him to get away from the overstimulation.

He rolls off of you and reaches for the camera, holding it down low to get a good picture of your pretty pussy. He slowly drags his fingers through your folds, collecting it on his fingers and turning the camera around to take one last photo of him sucking his fingers clean.

You roll onto the floor, panting softly as you watch him. He looks into your eyes, his tongue wrapping around his fingers and you blush

“Ani really?”

“Wanna taste?” He smirks, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a dirty kiss, you moan softly, tasting your mixed fluids on his tongue, he lets his cum drop into your mouth and you swallow. He pulls away sitting on his heels and looking at you, his stare was always so intense, especially when he’s just been fucking you.

“You wanna come over tonight? Maybe make a movie this time babygirl?”

You bite your lip, scooting closer to kiss him when suddenly there’s a knock at your door. He goes scrambling under your bed and you throw his clothes under with him.

“Hey honey, your mom says dinner is ready”

“Okay, I’ll be down soon. Can you um-can you ask her to box some up for Anakin too? I’m gonna go to his place to finish studying later!”

“I guess…what are you two gonna be working on?”

“…Film?”

#words by rhys #rhys writes #anakin fanfiction #anakin imagine #anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars x reader #kinkmas 2024 #rhyskinkmas24

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lizzie-boo · 1 month ago

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Whispers in the Shadows: Part 1

Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 671

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A/N: I'm not sure how many chapters this will be but I have the next two written and they will be posted every few days. After that updates might slow down a bit but I have fun ideas for where this is gonna go so I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

As the months passed the feeling of unease was relentless. I could never place exactly what made me feel on edge but it was always something. Sometimes it felt like I wasn’t alone when I knew I was, or that the shadows hid secrets just out of reach, and more often than not the silence that filled my house was too much.

I often found that hanging out with my new friends helped to ease the torrent of nerves. Yet, I never knew if it was because the fear I felt was all in my mind and they helped bring me back to reality or if I was just too preoccupied to notice the monsters lurking. All I knew was that I was grateful to have friends to keep me company when it all got too much.

I pull open the door to Family Video, ready to return the movies I had rented last week. Movies were becoming my new crutch. When the silence got too loud and the shadows seemed to grow bigger I would throw on a movie and lose myself in the fictional world.

“Welcome,” I hear a familiar voice greet me as I step in. Looking toward the counter I notice Robin and Steve wearing their matching vests.

“Hey guys,” I greet as I place my movies down in front of them.

“Another night home alone?” Steve asks as he checks my selections back into the system.

“Yeah, my parents are out of town for another conference.” I let out a sigh and Robin catches my gaze.

“Are they ever home? I swear you’re always renting movies or hanging with us so you don’t have to be alone,” Robin grumbles.

I chew on my bottom lip for a second trying to figure out how to respond. Where they always away for work, yes, but it wasn’t their fault their adult daughter was still scared of the dark. My silly fears shouldn’t hold them back from their dream careers.

“They just really love their jobs and they’re good at it so they are the first pick for conferences. It’s really not a big deal,” I reassure.

Robin taps her nails against the counter before grinning up at me. “I think that once I graduate this year we should get an apartment together, then you won’t need to worry about your parents being away all the time.”

“That might be the best idea you’ve had,” I joke before turning to browse the new movies next to the counter.

Steve rounds the counter coming to stand next to me. He plucks the movie out of my hand before replacing it with his choice. I bump my shoulder into his before putting the movie back on the rack.

“I was thinking that if your parents are still out of town we could hang out tonight if you want,” Steve tells me while adjusting his vest.

“As fun as that sounds I already have plans with Nancy, we are having a girls night.” I then turn to Robin, smile widening. “You should totally come too!”

She grins at Steve, mouthing something that I can’t quite figure out before telling me, “That sounds great.”

I finally settle on a movie for us to watch tonight and place it on the counter. I quirk a brow in Steve’s direction when he silently checks out the movie and doesn’t make a single joke about the cheesy movie I picked.

Grabbing the movie I make my way toward the door and call out, “I’ll pick you up after your shift.”

Robin waves to me before turning to Steve, “Should I add another tally mark to the you suck side?” The door swings shut behind me and I never get to hear Steve’s response. I add the quip to my mental list of things I need to ask Nancy about later. The never ending list of inside jokes and stories that I want to understand so I can feel like I’ve fully become part of the group.

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #x reader #reader insert #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things series #Whispers in the shadows #WITS

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luke-hughes43 · 1 year ago

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Hey!

So this is my first time writing something and then publishing it so I'd love feedback. All I ask is that you be nice about it pls! Hope you like it!

Background: You and Luke have been best friends since birth and you both are freshman at the University of Michigan. You have had feelings for him since you were 15 and always thought that he didn’t reciprocate them so you never told him. One night, at a party thrown by the hockey team, everything between you and Luke changes.

This is best friends to lovers and there’s a bit of jealous Luke.

Y/N’s POV

So Luke invited me to some party that the upperclassman were throwing to celebrate the win they got tonight. Told me to bring my roommate, Kathryn (I call her Kat), who has become my best friend. We show up at like 10:45 and quickly find a drink. After that we go off to find Luke.

We find him with a couple of his teammates. I smile when I see him and he returns it. He says, “Y/N/N you made it!”

“I always do when you ask me too. Great game tonight.” I say with a smile. He smiles and pulls me in for a hug. I graciously hug him finding comfort in his arms like always.

Kat pulls my attention, “Hey, lets go find our girls. I think I saw them in the living room. You can flirt with Luke later.”

“Fine. I’ll see you later moose.” I flash a smile at him. He smiles back and releases his hold on me before I head off with Kat. She asks, “When are you gonna tell him how you feel?”

“I’m not. He’s my best friend. I’m not gonna ruin that.” I say.

She sighs and drops the conversation. She’s been trying to get me to tell him since we got a little too wine drunk one night and I blurted out that I’m in love with him. She drags me over to the rest of our friend group that always gets invited to hockey events.

We all just start dancing and having a good time together. I volunteer to get everyone new drinks. I grab everyone seltzers and we just keep having a good time. Some guy that I recognize from my econ class comes over, I think his name is nick, and starts flirting with me.

“Hey gorgeous.” He smiles. I smile back, “Hey. It’s nick right? I think we have econ together.”

“We do. You are the one always asking and answering the questions from the professor. Really smart girl.” He says with a smirk on his face. He puts his hands around my waist and steps a little closer to me. I smile up at him getting a little shy, “Well thank you.”

“You here with Hughes?” He asks.

I shake my head, “No. He invited me but I’m here with my friends. Why?”

“I always see you around with him and everything. I like knowing how tough the competition is.” He says striking at me some more which makes me confused.

“What do you mean?”

“How about you let me take you out sometime and I show you what I mean?”

“Ok sure.” I say smiling at him. He’s a pretty good looking guy and since Luke isn’t interested I might as well move on. We start having a conversation about our class together as we know that we have it in common. Luke comes over and interrupts, “Hey can I borrow her for a sec? Thanks.”

He doesn’t give either of us time to respond before he’s pulling my by the arm away from Nick. He gets me upstairs and alone. He looks pissed off and angrily says, “What the hell were you doing down there?”

“Talking to Nick?” I say like it’s obvious. He snaps back, “You were flirting with him!”

“Ok and?”

“Do you seriously not see why I’m upset?”

“No. Why should I? All you did was drag me away and get mad about me talking to him. That’s all you’ve done since we got to school Luke, get mad at me for talking to other guys.”

“It’s because I love you Y/N!”

“What?” I say confused.

“I love you Y/N. I have since were like 14 or something. I never thought that you would feel the same so I never said anything but it’s killing me. I’m in love with you and I have been for years. I can’t keep watching you flirt with guys over and over again.”

“Luke…” I start but he cuts me off, “I get it that you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry that if I just ruined everything but I love you and you deserve to know and…”

I cut him off by kissing him. It takes a second to register in his head what’s going on but once it does, he’s pulling me close to him. My hands go the back of his neck and I start playing with the ends of his hair.

Eventually we pull away for air and we’re both breathing heavily. I say, “I love you too Luke. I have for a while.”

He smiles and kisses me softly, “well then, I guess that only leaves room for one question. Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I’d be honored to.” I say with a smile.

We kiss one last time before going back to the party. He leads me back down while holding my hand. We head over to his friends and I stay tucked into his side as his arm is wrapped around my shoulder holding me close. My eyes scan the room for Kat and she gives me a look that questions what happened.

I smile and nod at her which is all she needs to put the pieces together that I finally told him about my feelings. She smiles back and jumps a little bit which makes me laugh. My attention is pulled back to the guys when I hear Dylan Duke, Luke’s best friend and roommate say, “Looks like hughesy finally made a move. Only took you 4 years.”

The guys all start giving Luke shit about waiting so long and it causes me to blush and hide in Luke’s chest. He tightens his grip on me and says, “alright alright. We get it, I waited a while to tell her. Can we move on please?”

The conversation gets changed and Luke just rubs his hand up and down my back. I stick with him the rest of the night with a smile on my face, finally being with the boy that I’ve loved since I was 15.

#luke hughes #new jersey devils #luke hughes imagine #umich hockey

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highmarc · 2 years ago

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Spending time together

Sebastian

Will probably take MC to Honeydukes.

MC: *arrives a bit later than expected* Hello, Sebastian. I hope I’m not too late. *is basically out of breath*

Sebastian: No you’re not. I just got here myself. 50 minutes ago…

MC: I’m terribly sorry! There was this mooncalf I had to rescue and a-

Sebastian: I peeerfectly understand. *sly smile* Your treat this time.

MC: All right. But don’t just buy everything you see.

Sebastian: Oh, I won’t.

*grabs anything he can think of at Honeydukes*

MC: *in panic* Sebastian?

Sebastian: Yes?

MC: *whispering* I forgot my purse!

Sebastian: Oh Merlin’s… I thought you were bringing the money, so I-

MC: You what?

*grabs MC by the hand and runs out of the shop with them*

Later at Hogwarts.

MC: can’t believe we stole these… This is going to be in my record.

Sebastian: Nah, you’ll be fine. *sees that MC are not actually fine*

Don’t tell me you think about becoming an auror….

Ominis

Hogsmeade pond meeting. The meeting will be completely accidental.

Ominis: *angrily throws stones in the pond*

MC: *notices familiar face and approaches Ominis* Hello, Ominis. It’s nice to see you here.

Ominis is startled at first, but then faintly smiles.

Ominis: Hello there, MC. How do you fare?

MC: I guess I’m just fine. What about you?

Ominis: I don’t know. I’ve just… met my older brother here. Hogsmeade. Of all places. *sighs*

MC: What was he doing here? How do you know it was him and not someone else?

Ominis: He approached to talk to me. Nothing good was in his words. Always going on and on about “the family”. How they “need” me. I laughed in his face and walked away. Not a single owl all these years, all those horrors I had to witness… and now they need me. The Gaunts have some twisted sense of humour.

MC: I’ll say.

*gently hugs Ominis*

MC: I bet you’re in dire need of cheering up. What about a butterbeer or two? My treat. Or we can go wherever you like-

Ominis: No, I like the idea. Besides, I ran out of stones already.

Poppy

The Three Broomsticks it is.

MC: You’ve never had a butterbeer in your entire life?

Poppy: Nope.

MC: Ever?

Poppy: I just… *sighs* You’re one of my first friends here. No one would just go and have a butterbeer with me.

Who would like to be seen around “the Peculiar Poppy”?

MC: I would. For sure. Don’t mind those bullies, you’ve got lots of friends – me, that scary dragon which almost ate us, its offspring, and, of course, Highwing! Do you think we could bring her some butterbeer?

Poppy: I don’t know. Do you think they serve beer in buckets here?

MC: Only one way to find out! *happy wink*

Natsai

Flower field.

MC are in search for a very particular runaway niffler.

MC: Where have you gone, I wonder? Little thief-

*sees a gazelle happily prancing through a flower field. And is completely mesmerized by the sight*

MC: Merlin’s beard. Is it-

*approaches the gazelle*

Natty!*waves to their friend* How wonderful to meet you here!

Natty: * turns into human form then blushes*

Ah, my friend. I did not expect to meet you here. A pleasant surprise indeed.

MC: Enjoying the weather and local views?

Natty: Yes, I thought how nice it would be to run through these fragrant fields and feel the sun’s warmth on my back, the wind whispering its songs in my ears.

MC: You sound so poetic! I wish I could enjoy something like this too.

Natty: Oh, in fact you can, too. Let’s seat here.

The two sit amidst tall grass and flowers, feeling the wind in their hair and the sun’s gentle warmth.

MC: It feels so nice.

Natty: I know. That’s why you should sometimes stop, forget about all the worries burdening you heart, and hear what nature whispers to you.

MC: *slowly makes a flower crown and puts it on Natty’s head*

Natty: *gasps and blushes* Thank you, this is so sweet!

MC: The nature whispered it to me. *beaming smile*

#hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #natsai onai

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years ago

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The Move To Sunnyvale - Part 7

Series Masterlist

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

Part Seven <3 | Previous Part

July 9th, 1985

9:21 AM

Today, you were officially twenty one.

You didn’t feel any older, but then again, who did when they became one more year closer to their death?

Okay, so maybe you had a love-hate relationship with your birthday, and maybe it was because it was ten days before the anniversary of your brother’s death, and the Nightwing massacre.

It was the dreaded day that played a big role in both yours and Nick’s life, a day that had a huge impact on the both of you, and you didn’t even know each other at the time.

You sit up in bed, the spot next to you feeling cold. You frown as you get up, lazily throwing your discarded pillows back on the bed that had been kicked off during the night.

You open your bedroom door at the same time the front door opens, and you watch with a small smile as Nick walks in, a box in one hand and a gift bag in the other. You lean against the doorframe as he looks over at you, his signature smirk on his lips.

“Wow,” you drag the word out. “Look who got up before me for once.”

“I always get up before you,” the smirk is still there as he walks over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he hands you the box. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly, taking the box and opening it. “Ooh, cupcakes for breakfast.”

“Yeah, I thought you could use something sweet to start your day,” he puts the bag on the coffee table. “I got them from that bakery you like in Sunnyvale. They’re lemon-blueberry or something.”

“Or something,” you mumble with a grin, swiping a bit of icing on your finger and bringing it to your mouth. “Wait, you went all the way to Sunnyvale just for cupcakes? How long have you been up?”

“About three hours,” Nick answers, grabbing your free hand with one of his. He uses his other to wipe away a bit of icing that was on your lip, a small smile forming on your face at the gesture. “I have to go to training soon.”

Your brows furrow and you close the box again. “Oh,”

“Yeah,” he tilts your chin up and meets your eyes. “James wants me there until one, but after that, I’m all yours.”

“Okay, no worries,” you smile up at him, a bit disappointed that you wouldn’t be spending your morning with your boyfriend. But, you knew how strict Mike could be sometimes. “Wait, James?”

Nick looks confused for a second before he raises his brows. “I guess I didn’t tell you,” he says as he grabs his training bag from the table. “James is my new trainer.”

You put the box down next to the gift bag. “What happened with Mike?”

“That’s a good question,” he laughed, placing the strap over his shoulder. “No one has heard from him for over a month now.”

“That’s…” You trail off. “Concerning.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not the first time he’s done this,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “By the way, do not open your gift until I come back, okay? I want to be there when you see what’s inside.” He pulls away and starts walking to the door.

“You can’t say that to me and then leave,” you say in shock. “You’re going to make me wait, what, four hours?”

He laughed again. “It’ll be worth it, I promise,” he opened the door but paused, his hand on the frame. “I know you haven’t been answering Beth’s calls, but maybe try hanging out with Emma for a bit. You shouldn’t be alone on your birthday.”

“Yeah, I’ll call her after I shower,” you nod and walk towards the bathroom. “Have fun at training. I love you.”

“Thank you,” he grinned. “I love you, too.”

Before you could open the door to the bathroom, knocks were heard on the door that Nick had just left through. You walk the few steps to it, swinging it open without looking to see who it was.

Without warning, Nick’s lips were on yours, kissing you with a force that left you feeling breathless. You barely had time to kiss back before he was pulling away, his signature smirk plastered on his lips. “Have a good morning, babe,”

You grin. “You too,”

The door closed again as you walked back over to the box of cupcakes. As you make your way over to the fridge, you hear someone knocking again. You playfully roll your eyes as you put the box in the fridge, walking over to the door for the second time and swinging it open.

“You’re gonna be late-” you cut yourself off when you realize it wasn’t Nick on the other side.

“Hi,” Beth says,

You narrow your eyes as your hand grips the doorframe. “What are you doing here, Beth?”

She looks confused as she shakes her head. “What do you mean? It’s your birthday.”

“I know. I didn’t think you cared,”

Beth looked beyond offended at your words. “Of course I care. Look, I’m so sorry about what happened at the bar. Really I am,” she looks down at the floor, playing with her fingers. “I miss you. Let’s spend the day together. You and me. Sober.”

“That sounds great,” you start, watching as the hope builds up in her eyes. “But I can’t.”

The hope shatters and her face falls. “Why not?”

You sigh, mentally debating on whether or not she even deserves to know what’s been happening in your life lately.

Why not? Maybe this’ll make her realize that you won’t be listening to her endless complaints about your boyfriend anymore. “Nick’s coming over later.”

Her eyes widen as she takes a step back, your words seeming to have physically assaulted her .“You’re back with Nick?” She asked, not bothering to hide her surprise. She had a look of betrayal on her face and you could feel your anger begin to build up. “Are you serious? I fuck up once and you go running back to him?”

“I never should have left him,” you mimic her tone, making her raise her brows in shock. Your words weren’t necessarily true. Technically, Nick left you, but only after you blew up on him for wanting to see you more often, like a normal boyfriend. That was your mistake, and you realized that almost instantly. “And trust me, you’ve fucked up way more than once. I was stupid for thinking I needed time away from him and I was stupid for listening to you and your lying self. If Nick was any of the things you said he was, we wouldn’t be back together right now, but we are.”

At her hurt look, you sigh and shake your head. You could easily go on, but what was the point? Nothing would come of it. You’d still be in the same place you started in, and you refused to waste anymore time arguing with your best friend.

“I’m done with this,” you say quietly, watching as her shoulders drop in what could only be described as relief. “We’ve wasted enough of both our lives arguing. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

Beth nodded, looking down at the patterned carpet of the hallway. “I get it. I don’t want to do it anymore, either,” she mumbled, looking back up at you. “I just wanted to see my best friend on her birthday.”

You sigh quietly, shifting your weight onto your right leg as you lean against the door. “Look, I’m busy for the rest of the day,” you start and watch as her face falls in disappointment. “But come over tomorrow.”

Her eyes widened at your words, a jolt of happiness shooting through her as she nodded.

“We’ll have a self care day,” you offer, a tight smile on your lips. “We haven’t done that in a while.”

“Okay,” she nods again. “Tomorrow, then. That gives me enough time to go out today to get you a gift.”

You shake your head quickly, your hand reaching out to grab her arm as she goes to turn around. “You don’t have to get me anything,”

Beth waved you off, a grin on her face. “Yeah, yeah. One gift won’t break me,” she laughed, turning once more. She took one step before pausing and looking back at you. “So…Nick. Are you guys, you know, back to what it was like before?”

Her question caught you off guard. She had never been interested in your relationship with Nick, so you weren’t at all expecting her to ask about it.

It was no surprise that your relationship with Nick went back to normal almost instantly. You two were meant to be together, that much was obvious at how miserable you both were when you were separated.

“Yeah,” you answer, a genuine smile on your lips. “It’s good. We’re good.”

Beth nods, a shaky sigh leaving her as she gives you one last, though now forced, smile. “I’m glad,” she stepped away from you, raising her hand up to wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,”

1:57 PM

You lie back on the couch, your head softly hitting the armrest as you blow out a puff of air from your mouth. Staring up at the ceiling, you rest your hands on your stomach, finding comfort in the quiet that surrounds you.

Looking over to your left, your eyes focus on the framed picture that was placed on the coffee table. It was a picture of you, Beth and Emma with your arms around one another. It was taken at her wedding, before Beth had taken you away and scolded you on your choice of love interest. It was a birthday present from Emma, and you nearly cried when you opened it.

Nearly.

You lift your head when you hear the sound of the door opening, smiling instantly when Nick stumbled in. He meets your eyes as he takes his bag off his shoulder, dropping it next to the door before making his way over to you. “Hey,” he says, breathlessly as he leans down to kiss you quickly.

“Hi,” you say back, sitting up so your lower back was against the armrest instead.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says as he sits next to you, his hand grabbing one of your ankles. He places your leg so it was resting on his lap, his head falling back against the couch. “James was in a mood today and took it out on me.”

You laugh, moving your other leg onto his lap. “It’s okay. Emma only left about ten minutes ago,”

Nick hums, his fingers lightly running up and down your bare skin. “How was your morning?”

“It was really good,” you beam, reaching over and grabbing the picture. You hand it to him, leaning back when he takes it from you. “It was a gift from Emma.”

Nick nods while looking at the picture. “That’s nice, babe,” he leaned forward and placed it back on the table, grabbing the bag he put there earlier while he sat back. “Open mine now.”

You grin, taking the bag from him. Pulling out the tissue paper (that was clumsily placed inside), and taking out the first small box, you peel away the paper. You open it, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you fight back a smile. Carefully, you take the gold bracelet out of the box, draping it over your fingers. “This is so pretty,” you say, admiring the way the lights reflected off the chain. “Will you put it on me?”

Nick nods as you hold out your hand to him. He clasps it around your wrist as you use your free hand to take the other box out. At the sight of the second one, Nick visibly tenses, his hands finding themselves on your legs again.

You take the top off the box, tossing it onto the coffee table as you remove the paper from inside. Instantly, your eyes widen, mouth opening slightly as you stare at the small object. “Nick,” you trail off, taking the key in your fingers. “What is this?”

“A key,” he states the obvious and takes it from you. “To our new apartment in Sunnyvale.”

Your head shoots up, eyes meeting his as the box falls from your hand. “What?”

Nick takes one of your hands in his free one. “I know we only just got back together, but there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t think about you. I love you and I want to be able to see you everyday for the rest of my life,” his thumb rubbed against your knuckles. Your eyes stung as you took in his words, leaning forward slightly. “I know I already asked you a few months back, and I know you said you weren’t ready…..and I know I said I’d be more patient with you, but I need to ask you again. Will you move in with me? In our own place?”

You sit in silence as you digest what he said. Sure, you just got back together, but your hearts, as cheesy and weird as it may sound, were always intertwined as one. You knew that much. And for some reason, that was all you needed.

“You don’t have to answer right away, take some time to-” you cut him off by crawling on top of him, your hands placed on either side of his face.

“I don’t need anymore time,” you say before pressing your lips to his. You share a searing kiss before Nick pulls away, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

“Wait,” he says. “What are you saying?”

You grin, brushing your nose against his. “Yes,” you murmur, giving him a chaste kiss. “I’m saying yes.”

July 10th, 1985

12:23 PM

The knocks at your door were quick and impatient, a telltale sign that it was Beth who stood outside your apartment.

You put down the notepad you were writing in and answer the door, smiling at the sight of your best friend. “Hey,”

“Hi!” She said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around you. “Aren’t you so excited for our girls day? I am.”

“Yeah,” you step aside, letting her enter your apartment. “Should be fun.”

“Fun?” She scoffed playfully, turning around to face you once you closed the door. “It’s going to be awesome. Look at all the stuff I brought.” It was then that you noticed the rather large bag that was resting on her shoulder.

Without warning, she dumped the bag onto the coffee table you just finished cleaning off. She picked up the bottle of red nail polish, grinning at you.

“I was thinking we could paint each other’s nails,” she beamed, sitting down on the couch, patting the spot next to her. You bite down on your nail as you sit beside Beth, staying still as she inched closer. “Can I paint yours first?”

You nod, a tight lipped smile gracing your face. Holding your hand out to her, you allow her to put it on her lap, her fingers picking up your thumb as she begins painting the bright red polish onto your nail.

Looking forward, your eyes land on the picture Emma gave you. Beth looks at it too, a smile forming on her lips. “I love that picture of us,” she said quietly.

You smile as well. “Me too,”

Beth sighs as she looks back down at your hand, continuing to smear the polish on your index finger. “I really am sorry,” she mumbled and suddenly you’re taken back to the conversation from yesterday. “I shouldn’t have left you at the bar. That was really dumb and really selfish of me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something had happened to you because of me.”

Shaking your head, you place your other hand on her arm. “Don’t worry about it,” you say. “I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you, with what happened with John and everything.”

She shakes her head this time. “My relationship problems aren’t your responsibility, and I didn’t realize that until it was too late,” she murmured, not meeting your eyes as she finishes the last nail on your left hand. “I’ll be fine.”

“Yes, you will be,” you confirm, smiling at her.

She gave you a half smile in return, moving onto your other hand. “So, enough of this. Tell me about your birthday. How was it?”

“It was good. I missed you, but I’m glad we’re doing this now,”

“Me too,” she repeated your words from earlier. “There, now don’t move your hands unless you want red nail polish all over your couch.”

You laugh, sitting back and resting your hands flat against your thighs.

As Beth put the bottle back on the coffee table, the yellow pages of your notepad caught her attention. “What’s this?” She asked, pushing the brushes and makeup off of it as she picked it up. Boxes, markers, tape, bubble wrap. Her brows furrow as she reads the list. “What is this?”

At her repeated question, you looked over, your eyes widened when you saw what she was holding. “Shit,” you say quietly, sinking into yourself as you try to cower away from her.

“Are you moving?” She asked, turning to face you. When she doesn’t get a response, only a guilty look from you, she finally puts the pieces together. “He asked you to move in, didn’t he?”

There was no point in lying to her, not that you wanted to in the first place. You sigh, your shoulders dropping. “Yes,”

“And you’re actually going to?”

“Yes,”

She looked away when you said that, her eyes reading the list once more before she dropped the pad back onto the table, knocking a few of her items off as she did so. “Wow,” she mumbled. “I didn’t know you guys were that serious.”

It was a fib, really, and you both knew it. Beth was probably the first person to know how serious your relationship with Nick was.

“What about your placement at the hospital?”

“I’ve got it all figured out,” you say. “Nick will drop me off on the days he has training and I’ll drive myself on days he doesn’t.”

“Wow,” she says again, sighing shakily afterwards.

“Beth,” you trail off, looking at the back of her head.

“I’m going to be all alone,” her words broke your heart and you quickly shook your head, sitting up so you could look her in the eyes.

“No, you’re not,” you say, grabbing onto her arm and making her look at her. “Nick and I have already planned it. Everyday he has training, he’s going to take me with him and I can come hang out with you. I’m not abandoning you, I promise.”

Beth sighed shakily, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “It’s all happening so fast,”

You rest your chin on her shoulder. “I’m not leaving you,” you reassure her, wrapping your arm around her middle. “I’m still going to see you all the time. I just won’t be next door.”

She looked over at you, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “I liked having you next door,”

July 11th, 1985

2:34 PM

“Why do you need this many boxes?” Will asked as Nick shoved three folded pieces of cardboard into his brother’s arms. “Can’t you just fit everything in your car? I thought the new place you bought was only a few blocks down from your current one.”

“It is,” Nick said, grabbing duct tape, an x-acto knife and black markers. “They’re not for me.”

Will stopped in the middle of the aisle, confusion taking over his features. “Who are they for, then?”

Nick looked back at the younger Goode, his brow raising. “Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said this week?”

Will shrugged, tucking the boxes under his arm.

Rolling his eyes, Nick turned back to the shelves. “Y/n is moving in with me,”

At that, Will nearly dropped the boxes, his free arm reaching out to Nick and turning him back around. “What?”

The eldest son had a blank expression, making Will roll his eyes this time.

“I thought you dumped her? Shattered her poor heart into a million pieces,” he continued. “Emphasis on the ‘poor’ part.”

Nick glared at him. “She’s not poor,” you fucking moron. “And I told you that we got back together.”

“Yeah, but I thought you were talking about a different ex-girlfriend,” Will went on. “You know, like Mia or someone.”

“Mia is your ex-girlfriend,”

Will’s raised brows dropped, realization taking over his face. “Oh, right,” he trailed off. “This Y/n girl, she’s from Shadyside, right?”

Nick’s shoulders tensed up as he closed his eyes, attempting to calm the annoyance building up inside him. “Yes,”

“Right, so she’s poor,” Will nodded, switching the boxes to his other arm. “Why else would she be making you buy her boxes?”

“I offered,” Nick said sternly, looking his brother in the eye. “She’s at work right now.”

“‘Work’, okay,” Will said sarcastically. “Where does she work, on the corner of Fifth Avenue?”

Nick’s entire frame straightened up at Will’s assumption of you. He was walking on thin ice here, and he knew it. “What are you implying?”

“Nothing, man,” Will raised his free hand up in surrender. “But I’m telling you, chicks from Shadyside can’t be trusted. She’s just using you, man, and one day you’re going to see it, too.”

Grabbing two more boxes, Nick shoved them into Will’s chest, trying his absolute best to not strangle his only sibling in the middle of the department store. “Just take these up to the front,”

Will rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, brother,”

Oh, how Nick hated being related to the self-obsessed scum that is Will Goode.

The youngest Goode walked up to the counter, dropping the boxes onto it rather loudly, making Nick scoff at his blatant rudeness. Will paid him no mind as he looked in thought, his mind clouded with something Nick couldn’t comprehend. “Hey,” he says. “This Y/n girl, have I ever met her?”

Nick looked around the store as he thought back to the entirety of your relationship. “No,”

Will smacked his brother in the shoulder. “Dude!” He said, making Nick glare at him as he took out the money to pay for the supplies, giving the young girl behind the counter an apologetic smile. “You were together for a while, man. How come I never met her?’

“I don’t know,” Nick knew exactly why. His brother was an idiot and would no doubt fill your mind with thoughts about being unworthy of being with him and how you would never be one of them. Whatever that means. “Just never came up, I guess.”

“Hey, is she working next Friday?”

Nick eyed his brother at the weird question. “Yeah, why?”

“What time?”

“One to eight, why?”

“Just wondering,” Will shrugged. “Maybe you and I can actually act like brothers for once and get together for drinks or something.”

“Seriously?” Nick laughed, not realizing that Will wasn’t joking. “Oh. Um, yeah, sure.”

Will squinted at his older brother, seeming to have decided to drop the conversation as he asked, “I’m hungry, want to go get food after this?”

8:49 PM

You just finished changing into a tank top and sweats when you hear knocking (thumping, really) on the door.

Knotting your hair in a bun, you make your way to the door and swing it open, your eyes widening slightly at sight. Standing there, balancing a heap of folded boxes in his arms, was your boyfriend. “Hi,” he says, moving his head so you could see it over the cardboard.

“Hi,” you say back, quickly taking a few of the boxes away from him, setting them on the table. “Wow, you got a lot of those.”

Nick, after dropping the stack of boxes, as well as a plastic bag, on the table, turned to you, his brow raised. “Do you see how much junk you have in this place?” He asked, making your mouth fall open slightly as he gestures his hand around your apartment. “You’re a hoarder.”

“Hey,” you laugh, reaching over to pull his hand down. “I was planning on getting rid of a bunch of stuff for the move. It’s a shared space, right? Can’t have all this crowding the place.”

“Right,” Nick nodded, grabbing a piece of cardboard and folding it so it actually formed a box. As he dropped it on the ground next to the table, he grinned over at you. “You look hot.”

You scoffed at that, shaking your head at his words. “I barely look presentable,” you say, grabbing the recently folded tablecloth that your mother gave you when you moved out. It was outdated and not the prettiest shade (and you were sure you’d never use it), but you couldn’t bring yourself to throw it out. Holding it above the box, you look up at Nick, a small smile on your face. “Once this enters the box, I will officially be in the process of moving.”

Nick smiled at that and it only grew when you dropped the fabric into the awaiting box, his eyes following the item all the way down. “What’s next?”

“Depends,” you move away from the table and towards the couch, running your hands over the neatly folded blanket that was draped over the backrest. “When do you plan on moving into the new place?”

“The sixteenth,”

Your playful smile dropped instantly. “Of this month?”

At your panic, Nick leaned against the back of the couch, crossing his arms as he nodded, a sly smirk on his lips.

“What the fuck, Nick! Did you pick the earliest date or what?”

He shrugged, keeping his arms crossed. “I couldn’t wait any longer,”

Your brows furrowed, your hand coming to press to your forehead. “There’s no way that’s gonna be enough time. That only gives me, what, just under a week to get everything packed?”

Nick nodded again, crossing one leg over the other, finding your reaction more funny than he should. “Better get going,”

You spin on your heel, grabbing another box before taking off towards your room, not glancing back as you say loudly, “Start on the living room and I’ll start on my room,”

He laughs to himself, looking down at his black converse before standing up and beginning to pack up your living room.

July 16th, 1985

11:32 AM

“Are you sure you have everything? Maybe you should go back and check,” Beth says, her arm linked with yours as you walked down the hall of your former apartment complex. At your side glance, she shrugged. “Just to be sure.”

“Beth,” you say, adjusting your hold on the small box that was full of your fragile belongings, the picture of you, Beth and Emma at her wedding sitting on the top. “You and I both checked twice now. I have everything.”

She looked conflicted as she held the door open for you.

“Besides, it’s not like I’m moving to another state or something,” you pointed out as you walked towards your car. “If I did forget something, it’ll be easy to get it back.”

“But-”

“Beth,” you cut her off. “I have everything.”

She sighed but nodded, her expression going cold as makes eye contact with Nick. He was leaning against your car, his left arm draped over the top of the back door that was open. He looked extremely attractive, his body being covered by grey sweats and a black t-shirt, his usual black converse completing the outfit. Your outfit was similar, grey sweatpants that matched his and a black tank top. You were moving and knew that wearing jeans would be so uncomfortable, so why dress up? “Nicholas,” she said as a greeting.

“Elisabeth,” he said back, amusement taking over his features at the way her eyes narrowed at him.

“Just to be sure,” you say, taking Beth’s attention away from your boyfriend. “Nick, will you please go check to see if I forgot anything? Beth and I looked but it’d be good to have someone else make sure.”

“Sure,” Nick said, standing up straight and taking the key from your hand.

“Thank you,” you call out, putting the box on the backseat before closing the door. You turn to face your best friend, sad smiles on both your faces. “This is it.”

You had packed a lot of boxes a few days ago, which Nick already took to the new place, so there were only a few you had to bring today. He stayed over at your place everyday until this morning, helping you finish packing (and throwing away) your belongings. Nick finished packing long before you did, but that wasn’t a surprise as he didn’t have much to begin with. He always had been a minimalist kind of guy.

“Yep,” Beth says, rocking back and forth on her feet. “I’m going to miss you.”

You lean in and wrap your arms around her, to which she immediately did the same. The hug lasted for a good while, the two of you acting as if this would be the last time you’d see one another. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay,” she pulls away from you, discreetly wiping away a tear.

“It’ll be okay,” you keep your hands on her upper arms.

She nodded as Nick made his way back to you, handing Beth the key as he passed her. She was the one who was going to give it to the landlord for you.

“Are you ready?” Nick asked, his hand resting on the small of your back, missing the way Beth glared at the action.

“Yes,” you say, smiling up at him.

He opened the door for you, waiting as you waved at Beth. “Bye,”

“Bye,” you say back before sitting in the front seat. Nick closed the door behind you, barely looking at your best friend before he was opening the driver side door and getting in next to you.

You made eye contact with Beth through the window, blowing her a kiss while waving again. Once she is out of sight, you turn to Nick. He took one hand off the wheel and locked his fingers with yours. “Are you ready to see your new home?”

You bring your connected hands to your mouth, kissing the back of his. “Beyond ready,”

12:01 PM

You weren’t sure what you were expecting to see when Nick opened the door and gently pushed you inside the new apartment, but it wasn’t what you saw.

Though, you were in Sunnyvale, so your expectations were a bit higher than normal.

But this, wow.

You nearly dropped the box full of glass items when you entered the space, your mind completely blown away. No wonder Nick wanted to keep it as a surprise until the day you moved in. “Holy shit,” you murmured, loosening your grip on the box as Nick took it from you, setting it near the door (where most of your other boxes were, you noticed).

Nick pressed his hand flat on the wall, his other on his hip as he took in your reaction and expressions. “So,” he says, moving his head so he can look at your face in its entirety. “What do you think?”

Your eyes glance around the large space wildly, taking in your surroundings in awe. The space was big, damn near mansion-like (and that’s saying something, seeing as it was an apartment, after all), and that was just your view from the entrance way. The living room was huge and was right next to what you could only assume would act as the dining room. The kitchen, from what you could see, was nothing short of your dream kitchen, the countertops being a light marble. Just this space alone was bigger than your entire apartment back in Shadyside.

“I can’t believe we live here,” was all you could get out. Nick walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing his chin to the top of your head.

“Believe it,” he said. “There were quite a few people who were wanting it.”

“How did you manage to buy it if there was a wait for it?”

“You underestimate my abilities,” he joked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. At your raised brow, he laughed, stepping away from you. “My brother knows the guy who owns the building.”

You hum, letting him take your hand.

His brother, Will.

You’ve heard Nick mention him every once in a while, and if he helped Nick get this apartment, you assume they’re pretty close, but you’ve never gotten the chance to meet him. You’ve never actually seen him, with the exception of his and Nick’s childhood photo he kept on his dresser in his old apartment.

Maybe, hopefully, one day you’d get to meet him and thank him for everything he’s done for you and Nick.

“Want to see our room?”

Your heart jumps at his words. Our room.

At your eager nods, he leads you down a hall and into the last door on the right. In the large room, your eyes immediately take in the massive bed, bare of any sheets and currently only supporting a mattress. “No way,” you mumble, pressing your hand flat against the soft mattress. “Look how big this thing is! How much space do you need?”

Nick laughed. “I like to be able to move around,” he said and you rolled your eyes, knowing damn well that he stayed almost completely still in his sleep and hardly ever moved. After you finish eyeing the closet and wardrobe that was to the left of the bed (and secretly comparing it to your broken and outdated chest of drawers that you had asked Nick throw out before the move), Nick holds his hand out to you. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest.”

After Nick gave you a tour of the rest of the apartment, your mind was completely blown. You had only seen Nick’s old apartment a handful of times, so your knowledge of the homes in Sunnyvale was limited, but this, as well as his old one, had proved that every house in this town was nothing short of breathtaking. “It’s amazing,” you say, wrapping your arms around his middle, gazing up at him.

As Nick presses a kiss to the top of your head, your eyes look over at a door that he had not shown you. You had failed to notice it until now, as it was tucked away in a small nook in the hallway that led to your bedroom. “What’s in there?” You ask as you pull away from him.

Nick hummed, turning around to see what you were looking at. You missed the quick look of… something, as he, too, looked at the door. Before you could make your way to it, he stood in front of you and blocked your view, his hands on your upper arms making you stay in place. “You can’t go in there,” he said quickly.

You raise a brow in shock at his odd behaviour. “What do you mean I can’t go in there?” You playfully ask, moving his hands so they were locked in yours.

“It’s the only room in here that is off limits to you,”

Squinting, you peek your head around his body to look at the door again. “Can I ask why?”

Nick’s posture faltered for a second before he gave you a smile. “It’s my training room,” he answered. “There are a few guns and stuff like that in there, dangerous stuff that I don’t want you, or anyone, touching. James’ order.”

You nod, caught off guard at the fact that there are guns in the room across from where you would sleep, but satisfied at his answer. “Okay, no worries,” you say, resting your head on his chest, feeling the way it expanded due to his relieved sigh.

He knew you’d understand.

“I can’t believe we actually live together now,” you say, happy beyond words.

“I can,” Nick murmured, kissing your forehead. “I think we were always meant to take this step together, but other things just got in the way.” He brings his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah,” you trail off. “No more lies. No more secrets, okay? I don’t want this to end, and I don’t want what happened last time to happen again.”

Nick smiled down at you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, unknowingly taking your breath away. “No more lies,” he mumbled against your mouth. “I promise.”

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hoeforsungie · 8 months ago

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Found an old jikook wip. Gonna post it to see if people like it enough for me to bother continuing. Trigger warning/content warning though. Jimin does abuse drugs and there are depictions of drug usage/feeling high. Viewer discretion is advised…

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#WIP - If I’m Being Honest - Jikook

a/n: so this song really gets me in my feelings and this just kind of happened. this will probably be extremely triggering, just beware, please. stay safe and i love you. i’ll probably change the warning as the story progresses. i’m still not sure if i want to go where i originally planned, as it is kind of a sensitive topic.

“Could you love this?

Did you plan to fall?

Well, if I'm being honest

If I'm being honest

Well, if I'm being honest

Oh, I bet it's not that at all”

chapter one- the human condition

“loneliness is the human condition… never expect to outgrow loneliness. never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. an intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, a very great exception.”

jimin is floating. he’s so far up above the clouds that he can’t remember any of that pain that he felt just minutes ago, can't remember how he he was on the verge of collapse. a supernova about to burst into nothingness, with all that's left behind is that black hole—gaping and sucking all of the good things in. his vision tunneled as he grinned and swayed his hips carelessly to the loud throng of the music. the beat pulled him in and under as he threw his head back and let out a loud whoop of estaticity. he’s floating still, so far away from his body. he looks down at himself laughing and swaying his hips, he looked so happy on the outside. jimin wondered how a stranger would think if they saw this jimin. would they like him? would they think that he had his shit together? jimin bet that he looked confident and put-together to the random passerby.

he sighed inwardly as he felt a pair of rough hands grabbing at his waist and pulling him closer to a sweat-sticky chest. jimin decided that going with the flow wasn't too bad sometimes. he took a deep breath before throwing his cares away. he moved his hips to the beat and sauntered his way along the body behind him. he arched his back in the way that he knew had men fawning over him. he could feel the heat of their bodies moving together, could feel the calloused hands rub their way along jimin’s neck and jawline. it wasn't until his partner let out a gruff and deep sigh that he took a moment to look behind him. he knew that rough sigh anywhere. he whipped around and stared incredulously at the blonde boy behind him.

suddenly jimin was brought back down to earth as soon as he had started drifting away. “yoongi hyung? what the fuck! why are you? what are you doing? you're—you're here. why?” jimin sputtered, his face reddening at the realization that he had been grinding against his hyung. against his best friend. yoongi however, the bastard, did nothing but slyly smile. his hyung really has no shame. jimin’s face reddened further as he felt yoongi reach for jimin’s sweaty hand.

“hi, sweetheart. i came to check up on you. i was right to think that you weren't yourself. usually you wouldn't let any stranger touch you like this. jimin, honey, what have you done?” yoongi looked softly into those sad eyes that jimin always sported. they hid so many truths, jimin himself may never find them all within himself. jimin looked down at his feet in shame. he couldn't just tell his hyung that he had popped half a tab before coming to the club so he would finally feel something besides sadness.

yoongi had long become used to jimin’s upright refusal to answer questions sometimes. he softly sighed and placed his finger under jimin’s chin, gently bringing his eyes to meet yoongi’s. “let's get you home, yeah?” yoongi pulled jimin in for a quick embrace before he turned towards the crowd. “jimin, you stay here. alright, sweetheart? i’ll be back with taehyung soon.” yoongi spared jimin one soft glance before wading through the mass of bodies.

jimin resigned himself to the lecture he would receive from his friends as he waited impatiently for yoongi to return. half a song later yoongi, followed by taehyung, followed by the rest of their social circle stood in front of jimin.

he eyed the floor and picked at the hem of his striped sweater. he hated when his friends would do these little “interventions” for him, jimin was fine. he didn't need sympathy, he didn't need help. he was fine. fuck them and their pity.

jimin bit the inside of his cheek as his thoughts strayed from the conversation happening in front of him. it wasn't until jeongguk kicked jimin in the shin that he looked up. taehyung and the rest of the group were giving him an icy glare. jimin slumped his shoulders and resumed rolling the fabric of his sweater in between his hands. he caught only the last bit of taehyung’s lecture.

“—need help. we could find you a rehab center. there’s a few good ones in seoul.” taehyung’s hard eyes softened as he looked down at jimin’s state.

jimin slowly raised his head to meet taehyung’s eyes, not one bit of fiery defiance that the previous jimin used to have. he just looked defeated, and sad. so, so sad. jimin took one, two, three deep breaths before he let a single sob heave out of his chest and pushed out of the circle running.

jimin didn't spare his friends a glance as he shouldered his way out of the crowd, knocking into a man and spilling his fruity drink on his chest. jimin didn't even blink as the man shoved him to the ground and jimin his his head. the man sneered down at him, barking a rough “watch out, twink.”

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ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER day 5 - electrification : denki kaminari

warnings : he calls reader baby and ma’am, female reader, reader calls denki “kami”, dumbification, quirk play, electrification, backshots, switch denki, impact play, light degrading

word count : 700

🐙 note : he’s so stupid but hot asf

“ow! what the fuck was that for?”

you rubbed your arm as you felt a small shock go through it.

“i don’t know, i thought maybe you’d be into it and accidentally moan or something hot like that!”

your boyfriend was many things. sexy, nice, charming, handsome, and most of all stupid. did he seriously think you would accidentally moan if he sparked you? sure you’re into it but you never told him that, and even so why the hell would you moan when he does it randomly as you guys are at the mall? he’s a complete and utter idiot and he just says the dumbest shit sometimes. one time you were trying on a dress and his dumbass says, “that’d look good lying on my bedroom floor” with a thumbs up in front of all his friends. you’d think he’s dumbest when he’s in stupid mode after abusing his quirk, but of course he’s the dumbest when he’s having sex with you.

“goddamn baby, you’re sucking me in like a vacuum.”

you love your boyfriend, but his dirty talk really needed work, he thinks he’s so slick using one liners and pick up lines as he’s fucking you. he thinks his favorite pickup line is what made you fall for him so of course he thinks you’re truly swooning over his words in bed but sadly you are not.

“kami-fuck wait!”

denki pauses, you take the moment to gyrate your hips away from him and turn around to push him onto the bed in your place as you climb on top.

“just be quiet ok?”

he nods eagerly and lets you take control. your weight shifts onto him and you put your arms near his head. with this he has the perfect view of you sinking onto him and naturally his favorite part of your body: your boobs bouncing right in front of his face.

“shit i didn’t know you had those hiding-”

slap!

that’s right, you just slapped denki dead in the face. he groaned at the feeling of your palm meeting his cheeks, he had voiced to you before that he wouldn’t mind if you slapped him but god that felt way better than he expected it to.

“what was that for?!”

“i thought you’d be into it and moan or something hot like that.”

that shit eating grin you wear tells kaminari you’re being sarcastic.

“well i was into it, do it again.”

you stop. what? do it again? is he serious right now or did he short-circuit? you pause there looking at him like a deer in headlights, it takes everything in him not to laugh right in your face at your expression. he gently reaches for your hand and sets it on his face, pulling away and then bringing it back as he gently taps his face with your hand. it takes a good minute but eventually you realize he means it and you take control of your hand again, you wiggle it out of his grasp and grind your hips onto his.

“damn that feels goo-”

slap!

denki’s hold on you tightens and you feel a sharp sting on your asscheeks, this fucker just electrocuted you.

“you little bitch.”

slap!

“you like that?” denki says with pride written all over his face

you grab his face in your hand harshly.

“i told you to be quiet, so shut up, dammit!”

denki moans at your tone of voice, almost letting a “yes ma’am” slip from his tongue. he grabs onto your waist and throws his head back at the feeling of you moving against him. he can’t help but let off little sparks of electricity onto your skin causing you to moan on top of him.

you lean down into his neck, grabbing his throat and squeezing a little as you litter kisses along his jawline, occasionally nipping at his skin. denki is in heaven right now, the girl of his dreams on his lap and her ass is in hands. he’s letting out moans and grunts at the feeling of your hot breath against his jaw and the pressure of his neck is driving him up the wall.

“let me cum, fuuuckk please, i’ll do whatever you want babe!”

you let go of his neck only to bring your hand back down against his cheek. his hips jut at the sudden pain, another quick jolt of electricity to your waist and you’re squirming on denki’s lap. you roll your hips the more he electrocutes you and he’s whimpering like a bitch with a sadistic smile on his face.

he knew you were into it.

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myobmaya · 2 years ago

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maya i am so so sad today, can you pretty please give me something small that will break me then put me together? i love you <3

hi love, I hope you’re okay. Sorry it took me a day for me to get this out. It’s not almost midnight my time so i apologize for any errors I’ll get to them sometime later. I’m tired lol. But i hope everything is okay, my dear. if you need anything lmk babes 🖤

Hold On | Eddie Munson

Eddie learns some devastating news about one of the most important people in his life

TW: Angst. Medical diagnosis, mentions of blood, talks of death, sad Eddie :(

The way he came home quiet with a blank look on his face told you something went wrong today. The big kiss and dramatic welcoming home he normally gave was replaced with a small “hey” followed by him going to the refrigerator for a beer. He didn’t get a chance to grab a bottle before you were right behind him, concern and worry evident in your voice as you asked him what was wrong.

His simple reply of “nothing” quickly turned into a screaming match that resulted in the silence that now consumed the both of you.

Eddie was never one to snap at you for small things. But, everything about him was passionate, arguing with you didn’t fall short. He was already upset and needed time to process what he just learned. Yet, he didn’t know how to properly communicate that to you. So the moment he snapped at you, you snapped right back at him with full defense. After a few remarks were yelled, you walked away with the slam on the bedroom door with tears in your eyes.

He knew he should have gone after you. It wasn’t your fault. But he needed to figure out his emotions before bringing anymore onto you. So, Eddie simply grabbed the beer from the refrigerator, finished it off with a few swings, gave you an hour to yourself then followed to the bedroom.

You were already on your side of the bed. Pajamas on completed with wet cheeks. He looked at you as soon as you glanced up at him opening the door. Neither one of you acknowledging each other verbally. He walked back out to shower, only throwing on a pair of sweatpants before coming back to climb into bed next to you.

You turned to face him, ready to talk about what happened. To see what happened and fix the problem.

He turned to face the wall.

You now stare at his bare back. The tattoos running from his chest to the muscles of his shoulders mock you as you itch to trace them with your fingers. A habit you’ve grown to do after learning his body.

His hands rest under the pillow holding his head. His breathing is heard alerting you that’s he’s not asleep either. The fight is playing on repeat in both of your heads but neither of you know what to say.

He knows he shouldn’t have started a fight. You were only concerned for him. The sniffles he hears from you guilts him, but he doesn’t know how to tell you what caused him to come home so distraught. He didn’t mean to get upset with you when you only came to comfort him.

The conversation he had with Wayne holds heavy in his heart.

The guilt of fighting instead of talking with you about it makes it harder to process.

But he knows he has to make it right with you. The cruel reminder that tomorrow is never promised tells him that every moment counts. He takes a deep breath in through his nose before letting it out.

He breaks the silence with your name.

Your name falls softly from his lips. It’s so quiet that you ask yourself if you really heard him, but when he whispers your it again your suspicious are confirmed.

“Yeah?” You whisper back. He doesn’t move, still laying on his side facing away from you.

Eddie swallows, glad you’re still awake. Grateful you’re acknowledging him after his behavior. He knows what he has to say. He knows he has to tell you why he was so upset.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything Not because you have nothing to say, but because you know he’s holding back. The way his confident attitude has been replaced by unsureness tells you that you need to let him work through his head. A few moments pass before he clears his throat.

You stay still as he slowly turns over and rolls onto his back. His clasp together and rest on his tummy. You watch as Eddie closes his eyes. He takes in a deep breath and holds it for a moment before he lets it out. He keeps his eyes on the ceiling. You keep your eyes on him.

“Wayne had me come over after work. Said he finally got sent home after his boss got him coughing up some blood. Said the doctor ran some tests,” Eddie stops himself. You feel like your blood has ran cold and tears spring to your eyes again, this time for the older Munson you’ve grown to love like family.

Guilt plunges through you thinking about how Eddie must have felt hearing that only to come home to an argument. The fear of the unknown he feels with his uncle’s health is quickly sympathized and all traces of anger is melted. The moonlight shining in through the window reflect over his glazed over eyes.

Eddie braces himself for what he’s about to say. If he says it out loud it makes it real. And if it’s real, it’s a reality Eddie isn’t ready to face.

You reach your hand over and hold onto his clasped ones. He doesn’t have to finish his sentence for you to fill in the blanks. The signs have been there. The tears form in the back of your eyes as you know he has the confirmation that’s been on his mind. Since you first found Wayne passed out in his trailer a month ago and Eddie found the blood covered tissues in the bathroom.

Eddie goes to tell you what the diagnosis came back as but instead his biggest fear is spoken out loud.

“I’m going to lose him,” Eddie’s voice breaks.

You instantly sit up, bringing him into you. Arms pull him up and he crashes his head into your neck. He doesn’t fight you or pull away. He breaks down. You wrap your arms around his back and he clings onto you as his tears begin to stain your shirt. You don’t care at all as you hold him. Sobs fall from him and you do your best to keep your own tears at bay.

You needed to be strong for him. He was always strong for you and now it was your turn to be his strength.

A hand runs through his hair as you try your best to soothe him. “He’s going to be okay, Eddie. It’s Wayne. The man has defied life itself. Nothing can stop him,” you don’t know if your words are enough to console him but you believe them as you speak them.

Wayne Munson was one of the strongest men you knew. He would pull through from this. He just had too.

You only hold onto him tighter. Reassuring him that his uncle will be okay even if it would be for a little bit. Eddie pulls back to wipe his eyes but the tears quickly fall back. “I can’t lose him. I’ve lost my parents. I can’t lose him too.” His breathing is starting to become erratic and you know you need to pull him back from the ledge before he goes into a panic attack.

Before he can even talk himself from pulling away from you, you hold his face in between your hands. His cheeks are cold and stain your hands with his tears but you don’t care. The devastation on his face is enough to wish you had the cure for every disease. Anything to take away his pain.

But you don’t have the cure.

You can’t take away the pain he feels about the news of the only parental figure in his life.

So instead you swipe your thumbs under his eyes and kiss him for a moment to break the unregulated breathing pattern. He stares at you with wide eyes.

“I need you to breath in with me, okay?” You take a deep breath in and wait for him to follow you. He lets out a shaky breath and sucks it back in. “Good, now breath out,” you exhale and watch as he does the same.

You have him breath with you a few more times until his breathing is no longer a sign of distress. His eyes never leave yours, complete trust behind them as you nod at him to silently say I’m right here for you. You reposition yourself and throw your legs over his thighs before wrapping your arms around his neck, Eddie instantly wrapping his around your back. He tucks his face back into your neck and tells you that he’s okay now.

Thirty seconds pass before he’s crying again. You only hold him once more.

Neither one of you pull away from each other. Eddie and you stay wrapped up in other until his sobs turn into sniffles and the sniffles turn back into silence. His face stay in between your neck and shoulder where you keep him there. Safe from the world until you no longer can do so.

It’s not until you hear soft snores coming from him when you realize he’s asleep. Carefully, you turn and kiss the side of his temple before attempting to ease him down to the mattress. It’s unsuccessful as he jolts awake, you quickly telling him you only want to lay down. He only nods as you climb off of him and allow him to reposition one last time. Eddie’s eyes are red and his cheeks are blotchy but you only smile at him as he gets on his back. He gently pulls you down next to him.

You lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as his hand traces circles on your back. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without him,” Eddie’s voice is raspy. You continue to listen to the rhythm of his heart.

“He’s strong, Eddie,” you take a deep breath. “But you have to be stronger for him. He’s always been there for you. Now it’s your turn.”

Eddie thinks about your words. He knows you’re right. But, he struggles to accept it. Memories of Wayne always putting him first play in his mind as he continues to mindlessly trace letters and shapes onto your back. The times Wayne would stay up all night worried about a sick Eddie and go to work in the morning. The way he’d offer Eddie homework help even when he was tired from a long shift makes the young Munson smile. Wayne was always so selfless, taking care of a child that wasn’t even his.

You fall asleep listening to Eddie’s heartbeat while he stays up thinking about how he can return the favor to Wayne. If there’s one thing his uncle taught him, it was being there for the ones you loved. Eddie Looks down at your sleeping frame as your words echo in his mind. He nods before kissing the back of your head happy to have you in his life. “Yeah, Wayne is strong. But it’s my turn to be stronger for him.”

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In the morning Eddie is the first to wake up. He carefully gets out of bed, slipping his pillow in between your arms to keep you asleep. His mind is still reeling from the news of yesterday but it only fuels him to shower and get ready. He scribbles a messy note and leaves it on the counter letting you know where he’s off to and locks up the front door before taking off.

It’s a quarter after eight in the morning when he arrives to the trailer park. Wayne’s already up sipping on a fresh cup of black coffee when Eddie knocks on his front door. Wayne opens the door and takes note of the sunglasses hiding Eddie’s puffy eyes.

Eddie gives him a big grin as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “What? You thought you were doing this alone?”

Wayne instantly feels a weight on his chest and his eyes furrow together. The thought of having to go through his treatment by himself was something he braced himself for. He didn’t want the pressure of it being on his nephew so it was a last sacrifice he was willing to make. A sacrifice he no longer had to make with Eddie by his side now.

“C’mon old man. I heard music is great for the soul. I have a whole tape you can listen to while you get your treatment.” Eddie pulls out the casket tape tossing it to his uncle. Wayne catches it with a smile on his face. Eddie only smiles back before he throws Wayne a nod. “Now hurry up. I have another mixtape I’m working on for the next session.”

Wayne rolls his eyes with an exaggerated “Alright!” Eddie only laughs knowing his uncle hates being rushed. The two men make their way over to Eddie’s vehicle and get in. Eddie starts the car up and before he pulls out of the driveway, Wayne stops him.

“Thank you, Eddie. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie gives his uncle a smile reaching over to pat his shoulder. Your words of encouragement play on repeat in his head and he finally starts to believe them.

“You’re strong, Uncle Wayne. We’re going to get through this.”

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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banditcoyote · 3 years ago

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Wrangled and Tangled

Sasuga stood by the sink washing the last of the dishes from tonights meal. She smiled softly to herself as her tail flicked behind her, happy about the sets of cups and plates she had picked out, feeling domesticated and settled looking over the two sets of dishes her and her lover had shared, something about them in the drying rack felt almost romantic to her. But maybe it was just the way the sunset was showing so pink and purple over the water that was making her feel that way, the cool summer breeze blowing in from the open Lanai. She hummed to herself a little as she dried her hand and reached for the first plate, ready to dry them herself, when the dish cloth was plucked out of her hands swiftly.

“Let me take care of that.” Simon said perching himself onto the counter and starting to dry one of their plates.

“All the left overs put away?” she asked leaning against the counters and bringing her wine to her lips.

“Most of them.” he said with a nod. “Except for the second helping I couldn’t resist, which is now residing in my stomach.”

She laughed lightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said with a nod, moving to cozy up to him just a little bit, her eyes full of warmth, and maybe a bit of mischief. “Maybe we can enjoy some other things when you’re done putting those dishes away.” She said with a curl to her lips.

Simon returned the smile and took a moment to lean down to kiss her easily, drawing back with a little hum. “I can think of some things for sure.” He added. “But before we get too distracted.” He placed the clean plate down on the counter and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small ring box and placing it on the counter next to her hand. “Happy Anniversary.”

Sasuga froze at the sight of the small velvet box and her large eyes went wide, slowly looking up into Simon’s face, searching for the meaning.

Simon at once realizing what she might have thought smiled and blushed. “I know we’ve talked about it, but this is just a promise ring.” Sasuga let go of the breath she was holding with some relief. He picked the box up and opened it. “See?” inside was a thing gold band with a small rose quartz crystal cut into the shape of a heart that side horizontal to the finger. He reached for her left hand and slid it on to her ring finger kissing it into place. “I love you Sasuga, I know that this might not be perfect, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” Sasuga looked to the ring on her finger, feeling tears pull at the corner of her eyes. He hopped down from the counter “Oh no….is it too much? I know we said we weren’t going to do anything, that dinner was enough but-“

She shook her head “Don’t be stupid.” She said choking back her emotions. “I love it. I love you….Thank you.” She looked at the ring again before reaching up to tug on one of his horns pulling him down into a kiss. “Forget the dishes….come on.” She said, her tail already snaking up around his waist to guide him toward their bedroom.

Coyote woke up with a start, staring up into the dark ceiling above him. He contemplated for a moment what that dream could have meant, and his jaw tightened in his face. Did Sasuga sleep with Simon while he was away, it was the only rule he had given. Or maybe that had made the whole thing more enticing for the two of them. Still, why would Sasuga end up with Simon, he had the feeling he was absent, that house not looking familiar to him in the slightest. He closed his eyes again, almost willing it to come back to him, but some of the finer details were already fading from his memory, and all he remembered was the way the pair looked longingly at each other before they kissed. He gave a little growl and pushed himself up quickly to throw on some jeans and a shirt.

“Coyote?” Shishi asked lifting his head from where he was curled up on one of the pillows. “Where are you going?” he asked rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.

“I’m heading back to the Makai” he told Shishi as he pulled his shirt down over his torso.

The imp eyed the view appreciatively before his senses snapped back to him. “Should I be worried?” he asked knowing of Coyote’s sometimes prophetic dreams, and he wondered if he had some type of vision of Sasuga’s fights. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Coyote shook his head. “No. No. It’s nothing like that it’s….” only he wasn’t entirely sure he could begin to really understand it himself. He shook his head “Sasuga’s fine. I just need to see her. I only had that one other show at the end of the week anyway, stay here, I’ll go tell Russell to pack everything up and head on home. You’ll be fine finding a flight right? I mean, stay the night, don’t leave on my account.”

Shishi laughed “Oh it was that kind of dream was it?” he grinned. “Okay, Well, tell her I said hello and get back safely.” He said as he yawned and laid back down to sleep. “I’m sure Kurama and Gatlin will be happy to have me home, if they haven’t torn each other apart yet…”

Coyote slapped on his cowboy hat and grabbed a jacket though he felt his skin burning. “And you remember what we said about this right?” he asked as he headed toward the door.

“My lips are sealed.” Shishi murmured. “Not a word to anyone”

“Especially to Sasuga.” He confirmed hand on the door.

“Especially Sasuga.” Shishi promised “She’d probably be more upset with me than you anyway” and waved him off.

Coyote found himself easily at his ring manager’s trailer, pounding on the door. He felt bad to be waking Russell up like this but he knew he couldn’t just disappear in the middle of the night and leave Shishi to explain for him, things looked weird enough having him around. Russell answered the door, looking as if he was still blinking back sleep. “Coyote, everything alright?” he asked looking around.

“No…Um no, there was a fire back at the ranch.” He said lying on his feet. Thinking easily of the fire at Thom’s he could use as a cover even if the time line wouldn’t match up. He figured it would never get back to Russell anyways. The manager looked concerned. “It’s nothing big, a small one thank god, no one hurt, but I really should get out there, I know we only have the exhibit at the end of the week so I was just going to head home now. Would that be too much of a pain for ya’ll to handle?”

Russell cleared the sleep from his eyes with his hand “Yeah, yeah I can handle it no problem. Take care, hope it’s as small as you say.” He said and headed back to his bed.

Coyote made one more stop, saying farewell to Poncho in his trailer, before he headed towards the nearest portal in the woods, which was still pretty far, and Coyote had to be careful no one saw him as he slipped into the woods and transformed, having to sprint as fast as he could to reach the portal before daylight. He was glad he had the foresight to try and keep his motorcycle as close to him as possible, as the only other way he could have gotten there was to fly back home and then race to her, and he wasn’t sure he could stand being on a plane the way he was feeling. All cooped up without being able to run or move, or do anything. It would have been torture, not like the past few weeks hadn’t been. The time away from Sasuga had been harder than he’d like to admit, and he already knew he would never plan on being away from her like this again. All the time away from her he had felt like pulling his skin off. He had helped Thom around her house before he left, and at the rodeo he did more of the manual work than anyone really wanted him to. He ran Poncho as often as he felt he could without causing the poor animal too much strain, and then would run laps as fast as he could as long as he could well into the night. But it was never enough, the women that tried to greet him as soon as he stepped out of the rodeo corral still enticed him to the point he had to nearly run back to his RV. All that hair, perfume, and how the hell where they making such good bras now adays? Though he was sure that some of breasts out there weren’t only held up by a bra but maybe some type of surgery, that didn’t sway him away any. Then the fact that in some of the more populous areas there were actual demon women in the crowds, and those he really had to avoid. He was sure they’d sense something about him, and he was doing his best to be incognito. Luckily his prior years of fooling around with plenty of the women at these things rarely had any of his crew spotting him being social, so now that he was hiding out on his own it went unnoticed. Coyote tried to run himself ragged, exercise, the rodeo, his variety of plants and a few sex toys paired unironically with the body pillow he had snuck on board, none of it had done the exact trick. Which had then led him to call Shishi. It had been a long shot, but it didn’t take much convincing getting him to come out to see him in secret, even if he was a bit miffed at having to mostly stay hidden at the events. Coyote let him have the pass into where the wives or girlfriend’s normally sat, and he posed in his refinery during the events when it fancied him. It had helped tire him out, but he still hadn’t been getting enoug

He thought he could remain out here for the full month, and they had gotten so close, it was almost silly to run now. But after the dream with her and Simon he just couldn’t deny the ache he felt for his mate any longer and he had to find his way back to her. Dawn was just about to break as he reached the portal and he wasted no time heading through it and heading towards where he had hidden his bike. He felt like a dog that had gotten a scent, and he wasn’t going to rest until he got to her. **** Four days later still hours from dawn, Coyote stashed the bike behind the hotel, barely taking care to hide it, and stumbled into the lobby. He had all the faith in the world that Sasuga was still in the tournament, and held the most hope that meant she was still in the hotel room that he had the key stashed for. He limped into the lobby where the clerk paled at the site of him. “Sir….” He said rushing around the desk and towards him. “Do you need a medic?” he asked looking him over.

Coyote didn’t waste the energy to speak to him and only shook his head as he stumbled forward before catching his balance again. He knew what he looked like, but wasn’t stopped as it was clear the clerk in his pristine uniform was afraid to touch him at all.

“Is there someone I can call?” he said walking along side him as Coyote shuffled to the elevator, bracing himself against the lobby wall and causing a smear of blood to press into the wall paper.

Coyote considered it for a moment, but shook his head again. If Sasuga was still in the tournament this late in the game there was a chance she was injured as well, and he wanted her to save her strength for fighting. He’d be okay. He just needed a shower, some stitches, and her.

The clerk did not follow him into the elevator, being the main hotel for the tournament he was surely not the only injured guest they received, and he retreated back to their desk, probably to call for maintenance to clean up whatever other mess Coyote had left behind him. He leaned against the wall as it started it’s ascension toward the upper floors, again leaving a smear of dirt and blood where his shoulder braced himself. A few droplets of blood dripping from somewhere onto the floor. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach it’s destination, the doors pausing once as a couple was about to get on, but after seeing him let him go on without a question. Coyote almost passed out, unsure if it was from blood loss or exhaustion, but the dinging and wooshing of the doors riled him, and he staggered out into the hallway. Knowing he was so close to Sasuga spurred him on, and he was relieved to find that the card key still worked. He let himself into the hotel room, finding it dark and quiet and he did his best to move with stealth into the bathroom. He passed the bed and spotted Sasuga sleeping peacefully by herself, he was grateful for this because with the rage that was still somewhat in his veins if he had found Simon with her he might have taken a regrettable action. In that moment iat took everything in him to not simply cover her with himself, though with how dirty he was he knew it would only concern her more. There was blood in his mouth and under his fingernails, matting his hair down and sticking to his hat. Better to clean himself up first, and he shut the bathroom door behind him before turning on the light.

He did his best not to look at himself in the mirror, but finding it a necessity to assess some of the damage. If he had made it this far like this it couldn’t have been too bad. Still he was in rough shape. Not only was his face cut, bruised, and swollen, but he had also lost enough weight that he appeared gaunt under the torn and dirty clothes he wore. He slowly undressed, assessing each wound, fresh bruises forming on top of old ones, some cuts that were still bleeding every time he moved, gashes that would no doubt need to be closed up. He hissed as some of the clothing stuck to him where blood had dried, let his effects fall to the floor, his gun empty and tucked back in his holster, and stepped into the shower letting the water strike at his feet until it was warm enough to step into. He braced himself against the wall, letting it flow over his hair and down his back, feeling the sense of relief start to fill him as well. He had made it, he was close to resting, and he was close to his mate, that was all he could ask for right now.

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weepingvoidpenguin · 4 years ago

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Unfortunately Yours

Summary: When you and Bucky successfully infiltrate a HYDRA auction, you’re told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. But how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable Super Soldier? Especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed?

Warning: S M U T , the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written, language, spit kink, daddy kink, ptsd symptoms, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, hate-s e x, rough, more like enemies-to-lovers kind of thing, gagging, m!receiving, f!receiving, lots of receiving lol, 18+, M

Word Count: 10.6K (Whhhyyyyy)

Your body burned with exhaustion and the sheer weight of your extremities felt enough to drag you to the floor and mirror a coma with the length of your hibernation. You no longer had the minimal strength required to pick up your feet properly which resulted in the sound of shuffling to fill the small, and by small you meant miniscule, room you’d been assigned to.

Well, you and Bucky had been assigned to.

You’d both played your parts well enough over the course of the last few hours. You’d sauntered into the ran-shacked looking bar with Bucky’s arm tossed lazily over your shoulder, his distaste for the assignment evident on his face, but he’d cleared it away the second his foot crossed the threshold. He pulled you in tighter to his body and raised his chin into the air, emitting the energy of a man not to be trifled with. You’d portrayed your role as a damsel just as, if not more, convincing as Barnes’ opposite. Your shoulders hunched over and your steps were small and quivering, the wig on your head a tool used to curtain the hair in your face.

You were the lamb to this White Wolf.

Word had traveled through the dark and twisted grapevine that a certain showing of sorts took place tonight and a high-ranking target was rumored to be amongst its audience. You and Barnes were on the first flight to Germany within minutes.

Bucky had pulled you through the crowd moving along to the thundering music in the background and halted at the edge of the bar. His grip on your shoulder tightened once he’d caught the man’s attention and you winced, his fingers digging a little too deep for your liking.

The bartender scanned you over and took in your frame, making you feel smaller than you had already displayed yourself to be. It took him a while to conclude but when he took in Bucky’s domineering gaze, a look as if to say Deny me, I dare you, he nodded once and wrote something down on a napkin, sliding it over to Bucky.

Scum. All of them.

You nearly blew your cover trying to throw Bucky a look but you refrained from the hellfire clawing its way out of you. You had to be perfectly in control, emotions and beliefs aside. You were a damsel and you had to make certain they believed that. You knew they were watching; they always were.

“Relax,” Bucky hissed, pulling you under his arm and bringing his lips to your ear.

“When you pretend you’re the one being put up for auction, then you can tell me to relax,” you muttered, never looking up from the ground.

“I have been.” When you paused your movement, he pulled away to scan the room, “Nothing’s gonna happen to you. I promise.” He led you backstage and turned the corner to a dimly lit hallway, barren of any decoration in sharp contrast to every other section of the building, “Besides, once they realize how insufferable you are, they’ll be begging me to take you back,”

He opened an iron door and pushed you into the room, sending you tumbling down onto the carpet. He tsked, stepping over you and not looking back after shutting the door behind himself. You counted thirteen pairs of feet and judging by the way some of them were turned towards you, they had to be watching. You observed your hands for a second, counting slowly until you figured you’d stalled long enough and sent your trembling gaze to the exit. Bucky let out a low chuckle and clasped his hand around your upper arm, launching you back onto your feet and twisting your body to face him.

Oh, darling, German fluently escaped his tongue and you nearly rolled your eyes at the condescending tone settled in his words, You know better than that, don’t you?

His hold tightened and you winced, holding back the whimper in your throat. If you saw any hint of a bruise forming on your arm, you would give him hell later . . . and possibly even if you didn’t.

You bit your tongue and let him lead you towards a leather chair before he pulled you swiftly down onto his lap where his hand remained on your thigh, brushing the inside softly. Had you not been so annoyed, you’d have been humiliated at all the stares devouring the scene unfolding before them.

Good girl, he drawled and pressed your back flat up against his chest where he could put you on display.

You knew you should’ve been annoyed, or at least settled so into your role as his temporary whore-for-sale that the sensation coming alive between your thighs shouldn’t have made an appearance. But sometimes, the way Bucky brought his voice down real low and cooed an insult or jest your way just had an affect that your body would not deny. It kept you awake a lot.

Instead, you swallowed hard and let yourself be splayed against him. You ignored the scent of sandalwood in his cologne.

Your body trembled from the cold breeze floating around in the room and you shifted in Bucky’s lap to block everyone’s sight from the way your chest reacted to the change in temperature.

Don’t be shy, he murmured and removed your arms from your breasts, letting the thin, practically see-through fabric show you to the world.

“Buc-” You started, your panic creeping through the cracks at the cheshire sneers sent your way, but at the first sign of your discomfort, he retracted his hands and twisted you around gently, throwing your legs over the side of the chair and spreading them but forcing your upper half to face him. Effectively, cutting your chest off from their line of sight.

You trembled out a sigh and he grabbed your face tightly, drawing your eyes to his. He examined you, his hardened gaze shouting words he couldn’t currently say. But you understood. He could be a jerk, but he wasn’t a bad man.

Your body instinctively leaned into him for warmth as another breeze engulfed you, resulting in a shiver that made its way up your spine. “Are they still looking?” you inquired and he gripped your neck with a ferocity that made you squirm in his lap. Fuck.

He pulled your ear to his lips and licked the helix. You whimpered. “No,” he whispered, running his thumb along your jawline, “But if you don’t quit fucking squirming you’re gonna have a problem, Doll,”

You opened your mouth in question when you felt a sudden twitch on your backside and you swallowed. Hard. He never broke eye contact with you, instead choosing to raise a brow in mocking. Your chest heaved up and down and how you could feel his breath grazing on your cheek almost had you rubbing your legs together for some form of desperate friction. No, you had to keep yourself composed, keep the act going. But he’d seen it. All of it.

You nod your head and slowed your breathing down until he released his grip around your throat and turned his attention towards the dim stage. You leaned back into him and followed suit, making sure to keep your attention downcast and appear disheveled.

“There,” Bucky whispered after a few minutes and you lifted your head only to find the man you had come all this way for walking straight towards you.

Like a moth to a flame.

“How much?” The older man inquired, his grotesque gaze settled on your spread legs.

Bucky looked up at the balding man as if this was the first time he’d noticed his presence, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

The man lifted his brow, or what would’ve been, and smiled wickedly, “I’ll give you double your price if you give her to me now,” he offered, his eyes slithering up to the apex of your thighs and this time you didn’t have to fake the shiver running up your spine.

A small smirk formed on Bucky’s face and he waved his hand dismissively at him, “Get in line,”

The old man sneered but Bucky was right, most everyone had their attention fixated on what was happening currently and it was apparent there was, indeed, a line.

Bucky rested his gloved hand on your upper thigh and gripped tight, whether to refrain from hitting the guy or just to touch you, he wasn’t sure but he couldn’t keep you away when the man said, “I’ll give you four times the asking price but I want her now,”

Bucky’s grip on your thigh tightened and you squeaked at the pain, jumping slightly in his lap. “How about I give her to you for free for ten minutes and you tell me if you can handle her,”

You jerked your head towards Bucky and furrowed your brows. Free? Dick. You nearly scoffed.

The man gripped onto your calf and you shifted to kick his hand away when Bucky’s own shot out and and ripped his off of you, “Don’t touch my stuff,” he spit and the man let out a yell but that only spurred Bucky on and he tightened his fist, “Until terms are agreed upon, she remains mine to do with as I please. Understood?”

The man nodded hastily and Bucky threw you off his lap when he stood up. “Anyone else?” Bucky shouted to the room, daring others to test his limits when it came to you. After a few moments of silence Bucky scoffed, “I didn’t fucking think so,”

Bucky’s grip on the man remained and he stared down at the hunched figure, “Now, you,” he addressed and the room remained silent. This was allowed here.

Normally, merchandise couldn’t be touched until it was purchased. No buying before the auction, no discussing what you’re offering, no negotiating but most importantly don’t try to steal from anyone. These are criminals and that being said, they handle things amongst themselves. They know the rules and the risks they take breaking them.

So, when Bucky drags the poor bastard away, you follow right behind him. Not a protest to be heard. Bucky throws open the door we entered through and finds the nearest room before chucking the HYDRA agent inside and locking the door behind you.

The room was brightly lit, with all four walls a dull cream color and dark brown couches strewn casually about. There’s no real order to this place. All cement corners and LED bulbs. Pure business.

“Let ‘em know,” Bucky orders and you turn around to argue only to find the man pulling a gun out of his jacket pocket.

You jerk suddenly and kick Bucky square in the stomach, launching him towards one of the couches just as a shot rings out. You blanch at the sound, the noise filling your head and drowning everything else out. You hear yelling but you can’t make out the words, only the panic intermingled within them. Your hand reaches out around you and you grip the small button lined into your thin clothing, pressing it four times how you’d been instructed.

Everything moved slowly and people began filing into the room. How did they get here so fast? No. It wasn’t possible, they were a quarter mile down the road, there was no way they were your backup.

Hands began flying in the air and you were picked up and dropped multiple times, each time landing harder than the last. You tried to blink back the spinning but the blows landing on your face and torso made it all the worse.

Instinctively, you threw your hands up to protect your face and fought to find some footing to help. Bucky was good but he wasn’t a God, he would need help. When the first blow met your forearms you reached out to grasp the hand and used your other to drive your fist right into the person’s nose. The bone crunched under your blow.

You took a hit, then another when you managed to analyze the enemy’s fight pattern and waited until he left himself open before driving your knee into his rib cage. He bent over in pain and you grabbed him by the hair, hearing another crack when you shoved your elbow upwards against his nose.

You heard a shout and whipped your head over to see Bucky on his back, a looming figure with a gun aimed straight towards him. You galvanized towards them and threw yourself in the air, using your weight to kick him off of Bucky when another shot rang out.

Bucky shot up and crushed the gun with his metal arm. You scoured the room for the familiar HYDRA agent but found him nowhere. You shot out of the room, knocking into an opposing wall as you turned the corner and ducked when the sound of a bullet whizzed past you.

This is not going good. You had lost your target and rummaged through room after room until you’d become lost. Fuck. Where the hell did he run off to? You winced after breaking out into a sprint but pressed on, not allowing yourself to slow down. There was no way you were going to fail this mission, especially after coming so close to success.

Sweat trailed down your face and your muscles screamed at you to halt, their exhaustion beginning to wear you down. Your breathing grew rapid and your vision blurred and just as you went to lean on a wall to rest, your shoulder exploded out in pain and you collapsed with a cry.

“Dirty whore,” the HYDRA man seethed, a cane raised over his head. He brought it down and you spun to the side, feeling the air breeze past your ear.

Your hand latched onto the cane and you shoved it into his gut, pushing him away. SHIELD wanted this guy alive, so alive they would receive him. That didn’t mean he had to come in one piece though.

You tore the walker out of his hand just as he tumbled onto his ass. You stood up, grunting along the way and hovered over his body, fear sprawled along his features.

“You can either stay still or get beat with your own cane, it’s your choice,” you offered, aching to bring the walker down onto his face. “Please test me. Please.” You begged.

His gaze shifted between you and the weapon and he brought his trembling hands up in defeat. He must’ve been an agent of some Intelligence branch because his fighting abilities were evidently subpar at best.

You sighed, sad to see the opportunity go but brought the cane down none the less. “That’s unfortunate,”

You turned your attention to the sound of running coming around the corner and moved to drag and hide your captive in a nearby closet only to roll your eyes when Bucky came ‘round. You tossed the cane back and forth between your hands and smiled proudly towards the agent on the floor.

“Look who I caught,” you toyed and were met with a grunt.

“Only because you let him get away,” he retorted, pulling the balding man up to his feet.

Everything began to slow and the hellfire you’d kept under mounds of ice had finally melted through its freezing cage. “What?”

He turned his back towards you and trudged the hesitant man behind him towards the exit.

“I said,” you hollered, not caring how the halls carried your echo, “What?”

“I heard what you said,” he called back to you, not bothering to turn around.

And there you were left, frozen and dumbfounded for five solid minutes before you could pull yourself together enough to stomp your way back towards the rendezvous point. You remained hazy for the most part while debriefing. You tried to recount everything but the way your anger engulfed you in its flame obscured your memory so you kept it short.

It was quickly brought up that SHIELD captured more HYDRA agents than expected and were gonna be at max capacity so you and Bucky had to stay at a base a few miles down the road. You grumbled in compliance but Bucky didn’t respond, not even a godforsaken grunt.

What SHIELD had failed to mention though, was that this bunker was clearly meant for one. It barely counted as a room. There was a small bathroom in the corner just big enough for a shower and toilet. No sink. And a small counter with just enough space for a stove, microwave and radio. If you were to lay down vertically or horizontally you’d nearly be touching wall each way. Not to mention the singular bed.

And that’s how you got to where you were now. Miniscule room. Exhausted body. Drained mind. Patience long gone.

You huffed and dropped your bag in front of the entrance before walking to the bathroom and turning to slam the door closed. You turned the faucet on and ripped the wig off, discarding your clothes in a pile before stepping into the shower. The warm water was nice and welcoming but your body already felt aflame so you twisted the knob and held your breath when the cold stream trickled down your body. It was difficult to breathe at first, but your body soon adjusted to the temperature and you began wiping the muck off your skin with the bar of soap supplied. But that’s all the was supplied. Clearly, this place was meant to be a quick pit stop.

You sat on the hard floor as the water streamed onto your body. You could nearly fall asleep to its rhythm; It was only when your head hit the wall that you realized you were so you begrudgingly stood up and shut off the water. You grabbed the only towel in the bathroom and pat yourself dry, noticing just then that you left your clothes outside.

You let out a long sigh and twisted open the doorknob to find Bucky toying with the radio on the counter; not even purposefully, just looking for something to do while he waited.

You opened your mouth to ask him to hand you your bag but after what he said to you earlier you’d sooner eat hot coals than ask him to do anything for you. You stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped neatly around your chest and you bent over to open your bag. The shuffling on the radio stopped.

“You could’ve at least left me some warm water,” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes.

You searched in your bag for the fresh clothes residing there only to turn around when you found them and have the bathroom door shut in your face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You shouted, pounding your fist against the door.

You could hear the water running and you groaned, pounding harder. The door opened for a split second and you were hit in the face with the clothes you’d left inside only for it to instantly be slammed shut again.

You punched the door with all the frustration built up over the past few hours and felt the wood crack with your force. Why did this man have to be incredibly baffling? You were not nearly paid enough to deal with such an unbearable partner. He would have you bald from stress before you knew it.

You spent the next few minutes grumbling to yourself after you changed and scribbled your frustration onto a small notebook you took with you everywhere. It was only when you heard the water shut off did you remember something. You still had the only towel. A villainous smirk tugged at your lips and you placed the folded towel on the edge of the bed, away from the door.

Then you heard the creak. “I will walk out naked if you don’t give me the towel,” Bucky threatened.

You shrugged despite him not being able to see you from your position on the bed, “I’ll just laugh at your dick,”

“You weren’t laughing earlier,” he shot back.

Oh. So he did remember. Good. You thought he’d gotten amnesia within the past few hours, maybe he was just too ashamed to mention it.

“Too disgusted to insult. Plus, I was playing a character,”

“Fine,” he responded and quickly came into view, haughtily sauntering over to your side and you shouted.

“Dear God!” You held the towel up to block your sight of his barren body. It was disgusting. He was all wet, hair dripping onto his muscled torso, water gleaming off his taut skin, 5 o’clock shadow drenched and straight out of a wet dream. Jesus.

“Prude,” he commented, snatching the towel from your grasp and wrapping it around himself.

“Respectable,” you corrected, crossing your arms and shoving him away. “You get the floor,”

He lifted his duffle off the ground and rummaged through it. “Then I get the blanket,”

“You get fuck all,” you stated, flipping off the lamp beside you and snuggling into the warm cot.

When the shuffling stopped and the bathroom light was shut off, you shut your eyes and let the wear of the day grab at you, lulling you into the beginning of slumber. That is, until the blanket was hauled from around you, damn near throwing you onto the floor. You shouted out and caught yourself last minute.

“Barnes!” You yelled, steadying yourself and reaching over the edge to grab the blanket back. Your hand fisted at the faux fur and you pulled with all your might to no avail.

He swatted you away as though you were a pesky fly and reached over to turn the light of the lamp on. You glowered at him and stood, wrapping the blanket around your arm and pulling upwards. Your arm strained to its capacity but the man on the floor didn’t budge. Only turned his back to you and shut his eyes. You reached over yourself and flipped the switch of the lamp, once again immersing yourself in the comforting darkness.

Bucky stiffened and opened his eyes then turned and froze you in your spot with his stare. He reached around and lit the lamp, slowly retracting his arm and daring you to turn it off again. So you did.

He yanked the blanket from your grasp and threw you back onto the bed, bringing light into the room. “Light stays on,” he growled.

“No! You’ve had your goddamn way since you stepped foot into this room. Light goes off and I get the blanket!” You shouted, not concerned about anyone else hearing considering the room was soundproof.

“No. You get the bed so I get the blanket. Tell me how that doesn’t make sense,” he countered.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that it did, in fact, make sense. The floor here was wooden and clearly uncomfortable, plus he hadn’t even argued about the bed situation.

You retreated, “Fine, light still goes off,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

Silence fell between the two of you but you weren’t budging. Barnes had faced plenty of monsters, he could handle the dark.

“I need the noise to fall asleep,” he admitted and it was then you could hear the slight hum the bulb emitted.

You didn’t speak for a while but reared back and pulled out your phone, “What do you want to listen to?” You scrolled through a few sounds you had stored on your phone, “We’ve got: nature sounds, frequencies, guided meditations, etc. You name it, but I’m not sleeping with this forsaken light on,”

Bucky studied you, his expression changing a mile a minute but the one of indifference conquered, “Rain,”

You nodded once and selected the audio, placing the phone face up on the nightstand and turning the light off for the last time. Hopefully. You hunkered down into the thin mattress and reached down, grasping at the thick blanket. When you pulled, there was some give. He’d let you get just enough needed to cover your body if you laid at the very edge and your hand hovered in the air when you laid your arm over the side.

Minutes flew by with your eyes shut and the exhaustion slithered over your body but your mind ran wild with the events from earlier. You tried not to get angry or sad or . . . bothered. Your breathing deepened when you began to succumb to your body’s fatigue and you drifted inch by inch into the welcoming void lulling your name.

You didn’t hear when he shifted, only managed to register the faint tracing of his fingertips on your hand before finally giving out.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you opened your eyes for the first time that night. This regularly happened. You’d wake up multiple times during the night to shift positions or throw off the sheets, no matter how insignificant the desire, your body always found a way to wake you for it.

You opened your eyes slowly to a hazy vision and blinked at the sitting figure on the floor, “Bucky?” You croaked, bringing a hand up to wipe at your face, “What time is it?”

“It’s almost one, go back to sleep,”

“What are you doing?” You persisted, ignoring his demand and sitting up slowly, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Couldn’t,”

A heartbeat. Then another. And another. He didn’t care to elaborate.

“Do you want the bed?” You offered, stretching yourself out and already placing yourself down on the floor, “It’s too hot up there, anyway,”

His attention turned to you for the first time but you’d already began closing your eyes, not really having the energy to argue with him. You could hear shuffling from his spot and the ground disappeared below you, strong hands grasping your body and lifting you up to place you gently back onto the cot.

“I prefer the floor,” he insisted, wrapping the blanket around you, “Besides, you’re a horrendous liar,”

You didn’t hold back the singular chuckle, your haze still enveloping you. “Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

He sat at the foot of the bed, his hand hovering over your leg in hesitation, “It’s complicated.” He dropped his hand to his side.

“Isn’t the rain helping?” you mumbled, your sight now adjusting to the dark.

“Yes,”

“Then what?”

“I just . . . don’t want to wake you,”

“Well, I’m already awake if that makes you feel better,” you jeered, a small smile forming on your lips.

“It doesn’t,”

“Nothing does,” you retorted, the inevitable annoyance you always felt when conversing with him already made its way up into your tone.

He scoffed and stood from the bed, placing himself in the same spot on the floor with his head leaned up against the wall and his arm resting on his perched knee.

“Oh, so now you can’t handle a little attitude,” your tone came out incredulous, “You didn’t have any issues earlier when you blamed me for that guy’s escape. Which, he didn’t even get to do, might I add,”

“I was projecting,” he replied, gaze still focused on the door opposite to him.

You blinked, “Are you so tired that you’re actually admitting to being a dick?”

“I know I can be a dick, but you threw yourself straight into the line of fire twice today. So I don’t really give a shit if I was mean to you,”

“I only did that because you almost got shot twice today. Don’t take your anger out on me for your incompetence. Just say ‘thank you’ and move on already,”

“Incompetence?” His head jerked in your direction. “What was incompetent was that you couldn’t keep yourself composed,”

You sat up. “What in the hell are you talking about? My behavior is what got our target to basically give himself up to us! It was me that trapped him, not you!” His composure tensed and you crossed your arms over your chest, “You’re just mad your dick got hard so if anything you’re the one who couldn’t keep their compos-” His hand was wrapped around your throat and you were pinned to the mattress before you could finish your sentence.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed at you, his face mere inches from yours.

“Why?” You spoke hoarsely around his tightening grip, “Does the Big Bad Wolf not like that he was turned on? Who’s the prude now?”

“Turned on?” He spat, his free hand resting by your head to cage you in, “You think what you did earlier turned me on?”

You grasped at the hand around your throat and pried slightly to speak, “Fight me or fuck me, Barnes. But stop lying to yourself, it’s getting old,”

The room seemed to freeze over and Bucky paused. His hesitation was enough to elicit the fire from earlier and your legs squirmed a little underneath him. God, you hoped he chose the latter.

Then his lips crashed against yours.

You squeaked at the sudden onslaught but threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him in tighter against you. He dropped when you intertwined your legs, his full weight pressing against you deliciously. You ground up against him, your core aching from the previous hours and the small friction elicited a moan from the both of you.

“So impatient,” he scolded, bringing the hand from around your throat down to your hips and pressing you into the bed. “What a whore,”

His breath danced along your cheek and you mewled at his words. Gods, he was going to be the death of you. Or the beginning.

You breathed in deeply, his sandalwood scent intoxicating you in a manner that alcohol never could. When you drank, you were just drunk. But when you took a sip from the tall glass that was Bucky, it brought you to life. Your body sang melodies wherever you were plastered against each other and your skin burned with need.

Touch me, your body screamed, touch me.

“Fuck off,” you groaned and Bucky jerked your head to the side, exposing your neck for him to scavenge.

The goosebumps that danced across your skin when he ran his warm tongue up from the curve of your neck to the bottom of your ear brought an arrogant smirk onto Bucky’s face. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged when he reached a particularly sensitive spot that had your legs shaking when he kissed it sloppily.

Your mouth hung open in silent pleasure and your breaths were short and rapid, your body betraying all forms of control you previously had over yourself. The hand that wasn’t residing in his hair trailed down his muscled arm and you gripped at the brawn this man possessed. His skin reminisced lightly of silk despite the rough texture of his hands.

The same hands that now made its way into your hair and tugged at the strands at the base of your neck, jolting your chin higher into the air. Your grip tightened around his biceps and the strength they emitted sent a pool rushing to your core. You continued hunting until you found the hem of his black, cotton shirt and you made your way up his taut abdomen. You let out a sigh and he jumped lightly at the sensation of your cool fingertips across his scorching skin. It was a nice contrast for him.

You gripped at the shirt and hastily ripped the cotton upward. Bucky broke away from his descent down to your chest to let you remove the fabric and you’d suddenly wished you’d turned the lights on first. He mimicked your action and tossed your shirt in a deserted corner of the room to potentially be abandoned. You gasped when the cold air of the room grazed upon the perked mounds of your breasts.

His lips returned to their spot on the dip of your neck and his tongue slithered down in between your breasts. Your breath hitched when his wet muscle made its way up to the apex of your chest. His right hand mirrored his tongue and swirled around your nipple, his teeth pulling eagerly every so often and you hissed at the delectable pain. Your eyes devoured the scene unfolding on your chest and you reached over to flick the light on, desperate for a clearer image.

Bucky halted and his metal arm reached over to switch the light back off but you swatted his hand away and he backed up lightly, his irritation evident on his face.

“I want to watch,” you grumbled and shifted up to bring your lips back up to his. He let you. He pushed back lightly with his own lips and leaned in sync with your movements. He parted his mouth slightly and you followed suit, letting him lead his way into yours with the same muscle he’d just had flicking across your breasts.

The light went off.

You pushed him away and shot towards the switch but metal met your wrist firmly enough to keep you in place. “Bucky.” You wrestled against his hold and turned your full attention back to the figure hovering above, “I want to see you,”

Despite the darkness, you noticed his mouth twitch but his grip on your wrist remained solid. You sprawled back onto the bed and wrapped your free hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down onto you, pressing his surprisingly soft lips onto yours. You broke apart, his lips a hair’s breadth away from your own. “I want to see you,”

He didn’t move, only scanned your face over a few times and you brought him back down into a kiss. This one wasn’t like before. This one was warm, soft, patient. A ballet compared to its previous mosh pit. He danced along with you, an admission hidden somewhere in his tenderness.

You hadn’t realized you’d been freed of his hold until you were wrapping that arm over his shoulder and the sound of a light humming began.

“Fucker,” you jeered and the previous gentleness dissipated.

“Shut up,” he ordered, pinning you back onto the bed and resumed his ministration on your breasts.

The moan slipped past your lips at the sight and your chest heaved upwards, desperate for more stimulation. You licked your lips at how his mouth encased your nipple, his tongue flicking against the perked skin and you dropped your head back, shutting your eyes. You centered all of your attention anywhere that his bare skin touched your body and rubbed your aching clit against his v-line.

Your chest was pressed against the mattress before you could register what happened and the hard smack that met your ass evoked a yelp. Bucky pressed fully against your backside and he ground his dick down into your ass. He groaned at the sensation and you raised your ass onto him. You yelped again when Bucky ripped your leggings down and smacked the exposed skin on your ass.

“Try something like that again and I’ll gag you around my cock ‘til you’re crying,” he growled, “Understood?”

You nodded, wide-eyed and a mewling mess from the threatening promise of this God.

“Good girl,” he cooed, rubbing at the raw skin. “Now stay still for Daddy,”

Bucky’s hand lingered on your reddening ass and the mattress dipped when he shifted to your side. He traced gentle circles onto your backside and pressed his lips on your shoulder blade, the butterfly kisses making their way down towards your spine and then lower. Your breathing grew uneven from the sheer amount of restraint you displayed. Your grip on the edge of the bed tightened when his tongue dragged from the point where your thigh and ass met all the way up to the bottom of your spine.

“Fuck,” You shuddered, white-knuckling the blanket beneath you.

Your skin blazed when you were met with another harsh slap. You mewled at the sensation, loving the fire that spread across your flesh and relaxed when his metal hand cooled the area.

Then his teeth bit into the cooling flesh and you jerked away despite yourself. Bucky tsked lowly and you chuckled at the hint of fear sprouting in your chest; you did not want to see whatever sinister expression resided on his face.

A strong hand gripped the roots of your hair and hauled you up. You followed his direction and knelt onto the ground between Bucky’s sprawled out legs, settling in your new position.

“Oh, Doll,” he chastised, “you were so close,”

“That shouldn’t count,” you retorted while Bucky pulled the blanket off the bed and lifted you up with his metal arm, shoving the barrier between your knees and the hard ground.

“But it does.” His hands dove into his underwear and sprung his cock out onto your lips. “Now get to work,”

Your eyes widened at the sight before you and you had to physically hold back from gulping. You were ashamed to admit your mouth watered in anticipation. You lifted your hands from his sculpted thighs and wrapped them around his length, enveloping just the tip past your parted lips. Bucky sighed and twitched in your mouth.

You welcomed him in fully, or as much as you could anyway, and got straight to work, not bothering to act abashed at your desire. Your tongue swirled around his tip and you leaned into him until he hit the back of your mouth but you continued on, gagging around him when he’d gotten inside your throat. Bucky groaned when your throat tightened around him and he threw his head back, using his flesh hand to guide you up and down his shaft, showing you what he liked and didn’t.

“Fuck, Doll,” he groaned, “Just how I imagined your mouth would feel,”

You pulled off him to comment when he shoved you all the way down to the hilt and you threw your hands up onto his thighs to hold yourself back. He used his metal arm to hold himself up and thrusted up into your salivating mouth desperately. He continuously hit the back of your throat and thick saliva coated his cock. Just as he promised, tears prickled at the corners of your eyes and he didn’t stop until your cheeks were drenched in the liquid.

You let your jaw hang open, your tongue no longer swiveling around meticulous spots that you knew would make his legs buckle. No, you let him have the reigns. Let him fuck your mouth ‘til your throat grew bruised and jaw ached with fatigue. You committed his cries of pleasure to memory, the sounds euphoric to your ears.

He lifted his head and stared down at you with half-closed eyes. He was in heaven and you knew it. He watched you, how the tears trailed down, how your hands gripped at his thighs, how you stuck out your tongue just as you’d made it to the base of his cock to lick his balls in the most intoxicating way. Fuck. You were the intoxicating one. You brought out this side of him. This carnal desire that became him until he’d had to step out of the room just to compose himself. And he didn’t like being out of control. That’s why he always kept you at an arm’s distance.

But now, watching as you sat between him with your mouth agape like the good girl that you were for him, he knew he’d never deny himself this pleasure again. Especially since you were so fucking good at it.

He groaned, pulling you off his cock and grabbed tightly at your cheeks, nearly pinching your mouth together. “Tongue out.” He growled, waiting for your compliance.

Your jaw ached with exhaustion but you managed to stick out the wet muscle as he pulled you closer into him and watched when he parted his lips above you, letting the saliva trail down from his mouth into yours.

“Swallow,” he ordered.

But it was already done, and you left your mouth hanging open for more.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Bucky grumbled, putting his face right up against yours and feeding you once again; this time with a sloppy kiss that coated both your mouths in saliva.

He brought you up from the floor and tossed you onto the bed before settling between your legs. The excitement in your eyes grew and he indulged in every minute of it. Bucky’s hand trailed down from your lower abdomen right above your pubic bone and pressed his palm into your neglected clit. The cry you let out was the unholiest thing he’d ever heard.

He slid his finger under the waistband of your underwear and flitted his gaze back up to your eyes, “Can I?”

You nodded eagerly, dumbfounded that he would even ask and fought the temptation to grab your phone from the nightstand and record everything that was about to unfold.

At the first nod, Bucky slid your underwear down your legs and made a show of bringing the material up to his face. Your own went red hot and you hid behind your hands, poking through every millisecond to shamefully watch. He threw the panties into his open duffel and you squirmed in anticipation.

“Remember the rules?” Bucky asked, brow lifted and already descending to your inner thigh.

You nodded again.

“I need to hear it, Doll,” he mumbled, kissing the inner part of your thigh, each placement closer and closer to where you needed him most.

“Yes,” you whimpered out, “I remember the rules,”

Bucky wanted to dive right in, he really did, but the way you sprawled yourself out so vulnerable for him, it incited a new pace that he wanted to follow. So, he did. He looked at you for a few moments, watched how the anticipation danced in your eyes, how your legs shook in wait and how you were already so goddamn wet for him.

“This all for me?” he teased, mesmerized at your desire for him.

You dropped a hand down to your side, near where his hands were wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place - and against his face. He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your answer.

You nodded sheepishly and when he lifted an eyebrow in mock confusion you said, “You. Just you,”

Like music to his ears. Just him. You weren’t for anyone else. He thought he felt his heart palpitate.

He lowered himself down to your core and kissed your lip, drawing a desperate plea from you. You couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t deal with the teasing. You were wet enough, needy enough, ready enough to take him, all of him. You’d been ready damn near the moment you first laid eyes on his arrogant smirk.

“Buck - please,” you cried, drawling out the final word.

The first kiss placed upon your soaked cunt erupted a sigh of relief and you laid back on the pillow, your eyes closed and mind gone with the sensation of those sloppy kisses blessing your needs. He flattened his tongue on your lips and licked upwards, stopping when your hips twitched into his mouth.

“Sorry!” You apologized, fighting the desire to grind into his wet muscle. He’d just gotten started and you certainly didn’t want it to end so soon.

He lifted his gaze up to you and you bit into your fist at the view, using the extremity to hold back your moans. He flicked his attention down again and repeated his motion, lapping at your fluids ‘til his beard was soaked in it. He shook his head into your cunt and his nose rubbed along your clit. The mewling that left your mouth urged him on and when you felt his muscle prodding at your entrance you threw your head back.

“Please, Bucky.” You begged, bringing a hand up to tease your nipple.

He prodded some more, his tongue gliding up from your clit and back down to your entrance, poking through enough to frustrate you. He wanted you to break for him. To lose all composure and control and just let him. He wanted you to submit to him but it wasn’t just that, it was more that he wanted to destroy you for any future experience you may have without him. He wanted you to come back to him, to need him, to beg for him and leave you with the understanding that nothing - no one - could compare to him. He wanted you. To himself.

So, when he could no longer refrain and had to use his metal arm to hold your hips down from squirming beneath him, he slipped two thick, rough fingers into your begging cunt. And the sound you emitted caused that carnal instinct to claw at the barriers caging it in.

Your hand shot down, tangling itself into his hair and pushing him harder against you. He allowed it. Your thighs held him in place, crushing him with your soft skin and he groaned at the warmth you gave off. You pulled your hand away from your mouth and grabbed at his metal one resting on your pubic bone, pulling it up to your chest and wrapping his fingers on the sensitive bud for him to tease. He slowly retracted from your chest and brought it back down onto your hips and you huffed in annoyance. You looked down at Bucky but his eyes were shut, completely engrossed in the feast before him. You bucked when his fingers glazed across that sensitive spot inside your velvety walls.

“There!” You cried, your fist tightening in his hair when the all-too-familiar wave of ecstasy began to pool together, waiting for its release.

Bucky complied, dragging the pads of his fingers up against that spot over and over again. Your legs caged him in tighter as his tongue swirled over the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves and you cried out at the way your body tensed.

“Fuck,” you cried, your hands desperately grasping onto Bucky’s metal wrist and tugging at the roots of his hair. Bucky’s groan of pleasure was what tipped you over the edge.

You gasped when the pool building released, your body shaking with euphoria and the flood crashed down onto you. And apparently, onto Bucky as well. He pulled his mouth away but continued rubbing at your clit when warm liquid squirted onto his face and his expression of surprise mirrored your own.

When Bucky looked up at you, your face burned with embarrassment and you threw your head back, using your hand to cover your countenance. Not to mention the sight of him with your juices all over his mouth was one of the hottest things you’d ever witnessed.

Bucky chuckled at your sheepish apology and removed your hand from your face, bringing his soaked mouth up to yours and having you taste yourself. You devoured each other, your arms wrapped tightly around the other, pulling so fiercely at the innate desire to become one in shared pleasure. He could feel his pride swell at your hidden confession. You’d never squirted before and he was lucky enough to be the one to give you that experience for the first time.

You clawed at him, divulging in the warmth his body radiated and intoxicating yourself in everything that was Bucky. You couldn’t get enough of it, of him. It was nearly too much.

His hand trailed up to your gaping mouth and he inserted his fingers, “Clean them,” he ordered.

Your hand gripped his wrist and pulled his fingers deeper into your mouth, never breaking eye contact with him, loving the way he ate up everything he was seeing. You noticed the way he swallowed.

He retracted his hand and wrapped it gently behind your head so you were resting on him. He brought his full weight down onto your body and a warmth emanated in your chest when he brought his lips up against your forehead, each kiss closer and closer to your lips until they met their destination. When you parted your mouth against his, it wasn’t merely an action of carnal desire, it was like you were exchanging life forces. Merging and meeting in a manner that had your body exploding and crying out for more of the faint familiarity. Like seeing an old friend for the first time in years.

Bucky looked down between your bodies at where you were about to connect before staring back up at you, taking you in as if he would never have this opportunity again. His thumb brushed your cheek and came to a rest on your bottom lip. “Ready?”

You chuckled, “Fuck me,”

He shoved inside in one clean motion and a breath of pleasure slid past both of your lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening slightly around your neck and he pulled out slowly then shot back inside and you moaned.

You were still so sensitive from your previous climax that every brush against your clit sent you into a whirlwind of pleasure, the sensations shooting through every nerve in your body.

“Bucky,” you whined when his pace quickened and the sheer force of his thrusts drove you deeper into euphoria.

He filled you just right, his girth and length impressive and you wondered why you hadn’t tried to screw him earlier. He slid past your tight walls, each thrust causing the room to echo with the sounds of skin slapping and moans of ecstasy.

He kept his actions controlled, not wanting to build up to something so intense just for it to fall short and end fast. No. Despite how good you felt wrapped around his aching and swollen cock, despite how warm and welcoming you were, how you spread yourself out for him to consume, he had to leash himself. This was going to be just as good for you as it was for him.

He kissed you one last time before gripping the back of your knees and bringing your thighs up to your chest, a shout of praise falling off your lips. He was drunk on the sight of his cock going in and out of your cunt and he threw his head back with a groan.

“What a fucking pretty pussy,” he breathed out and you whimpered, biting your lip at the welcome profanities.

At this angle, he was fucking against your g-spot and using his pubic bone to rub against your clit and watching the thin layer of sweat sheen off his skin was all too much to keep yourself put together. His eyebrows scrunched together and you caught him taking in your form, watching how your pleasure displayed itself on your face for him to bear witness to. Only him.

He growled at the intrusion of thoughts that came to him. He pictured someone else in his position, someone else witnessing you so vulnerable and open to them, someone else fucking you and making you beg for them. It disgusted him. He brought his torso down and latched his teeth to your neck, biting down hard enough to have you tearing up.

“Mine,” he growled into your ear and lulled his head forward when you tightened around him.

A sinister smirk came to his face and he licked the shell of your ear, your breathy moans feeding him, “You like that?” He asked, pistoling further into your cunt and you shouted at the increase of pace, “You like when I tell you who you belong to?”

Your mouth hung agape and the one arm wrapped around his shoulder pulled him closer to you, your desperation for his warmth taking control. “Fuck . . . off,” you hissed between breaths.

He pulled out and yanked you up by your hair, twisting you around and pressing your torso into the wall but keeping your ass propped up for him to admire. You hissed at the pain when a sharp smack met your ass and your hands gripped at the wall for any way to ground yourself and prevent from becoming putty in his hands.

Another hard smack met your ass and you lurched forward to get away from the sting. Bucky kept your head pinned to the cement, his hand holding your cheek from scraping the wall but applying a pressure that had your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

You moaned at the intrusion in your pussy and he plummeted in and out, a mix of your grunts and groans bouncing around the room. His pace constantly changed. One second it was fast, the next it was slow but filling, going so far as to hit your cervix a few times and leave you a crying mess under his hold. Your shoulder scraped along the wall and you fought to push away only to have your chest slammed harder against the cement.

You brought a hand out, reaching behind yourself and grasping for Bucky’s hip, pushing him deeper into you when he slowed. Your nails dug into his flesh and the sound of his hiss shot straight to your core.

“What a goddamn whore,” he spat, bringing his teeth down onto your neck and you gripped at his hair.

You laughed at his statement, “You’re the one that can’t get enough of this pussy. Why so desperate to claim it? Afraid I'll fuck someone else?” Bucky pulled you back and slammed you against the wall with vigor, causing you to flinch

He stopped his thrusts altogether, “My patience only goes so far, Doll,” he threatened, tugging at your hair and you bit back a cry, “Choose your words wisely,”

You nodded hastily, the rough texture of the wall digging into your cheek and splitting skin. You wriggled up against him to continue moving but he retracted completely and flipped you over so he was laying on the bed and you were straddling him.

“Move,” he ordered, his hands digging bruises into your waist.

You leaned over, pressing your chest against his to lift your hips up and down on him but he pushed you back up and held your arms behind your back to keep you in place. You whimpered but the cry quieted when you rubbed your clit against him and your pussy clenched at the friction. You moaned out a breathy fuck and swiveled your hips around his, noting how much deeper he filled you in this position.

“Buck-” you huffed, eyes glued to the glistening abs beneath you. “I’m gonna cum,”

“Already?” He jeered, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

You’d lost all energy to sneer at him, your focus solely on how the sensation grew and began pooling in your cunt. “Cock . . . so good,” you breathed out, barely able to keep yourself from melting into him.

“What was that, Doll?” He stilled your movements and you groaned in annoyance.

You wriggled in his hold and you could tell by the furrow of his brow that he was fighting to keep control as well. You leaned over him, your lips hovering over his, “Mine,”

His grip flew to the back of your neck and he crashed your lips onto his, giving you full reign again. You bounced your hips on his dick, slamming down vigorously and rubbing your clit in effect. It didn’t take long for your climax to build again.

“’M gonna . . .” you whispered and Bucky placed you back up, gripping your hips and swiveling you around how you were earlier.

“Cum, Doll,” he allowed, “Cum all over this cock,”

You cried out, your toes curling as the dam in your core snapped and your climax washed over you. You hadn’t realized your fingers were intertwined with Bucky's until you came back down from your high, your chest heaving for breath.

He sat up slowly and pressed his lips against your neck. “You’re beautiful,”

Your body tensed at his words and you pulled away to give him a look of confusion. But he didn’t take his statement back, only slipped his hands around your back and gently placed you onto the bed, hovering over you.

He moved with caution, like his gentleness might scare you off if he touched you too tenderly or stared too long in admiration. But he couldn’t help it, he did admire you.

He spread your legs open and nestled between them, pushing into you slowly until your hips met and you both breathed out. His movements weren’t nearly as brutal as they were earlier, these thrusts were slow and deep and full of intention. He brought his torso down onto yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you.

He ran his hand, the only one he allowed himself to touch you affectionately with, through your hair and stared down at you, waiting. His gaze shifted between your lips to your eyes and he ran his thumb delicately along your mouth.

You looked at him then, really looked at him with fresh eyes and your heart leapt into your throat at the realization. “Kiss me,” you whispered and he lowered himself onto your lips, setting off an explosion in your chest.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, not able to bring himself to look at you, “I’ve been yours,”

You opened your mouth to respond but he silenced you with a deep thrust and a moan erupted instead. He quickened his pace, watching where you connected and pushed deeper and harder, your cries of pleasure driving him. He had to fuck you, he couldn’t love you, he couldn’t make love to you, just fuck. That’s it. He couldn’t allow himself to replay your look of shock at his confession, though the scene would surely be on loop for the next few days until he could get over it. Just fuck. Nothing more. Not with that look of disbelief on your face.

He held himself up with his forearms but you pressed him against you and wrapped your legs tighter around him. “Harder,” you whispered and he complied.

He groaned when your tits bounced and brought his mouth to a nipple, the faint taste of sweat lingering on your skin. You brought his metal hand up to your chest and made him grip the flesh there but he pulled it back and placed it beside your head instead.

“Bucky,” you whimpered and grabbed his hand again, bringing his open palm up to your lips and placing delicate kisses on the metal. “You can feel with it, right?”

He nodded, hesitance sprawled on his face.

“Then touch me,” you urged, bringing the hand down between your bodies and pressing the cold metal against your clit, “Feel me,”

His brows furrowed slightly but the look of your certainty forced him to dismiss his own perceptions of his body; or rather, that arm. And when he began rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves the expression on your face made him hate it a little less. Only a little.

You stared up at him, his pace growing erratic and sloppy and you knew he was close. “You wanna cum?”

He nodded, his hot breath coming out haggard and strained. You placed your hand on his cheek and brought him up to your kiss.

“Then cum,”

He shook his head, “You first,” he swirled his finger around your swollen clit and you gasped at the force of his thrust.

Your body tensed and you centered all your focus on his ministrations, “A little more pressure,” you directed and he quickly found a pressure that had you wobbling in the knees. “Close,” you murmured, gripping Bucky’s side and bringing your lips up to his neck to pepper the skin there.

He groaned and judging by the way his dick twitched inside you, you knew he wasn’t far behind.

“Bucky,” you whispered, pulling his attention towards you and his gaze brought you closer to the edge, “I’m yours,”

He blinked and his pace faltered for half a beat. He examined your facial expression, like he didn’t believe the words you’d spoken. Not like he couldn’t believe them, but like you’d said them just to appease him.

You placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to center yourself in the haze of this fucking. “Yours,” you repeated, all the emotion residing in your chest poured into the singular word.

And then he was back to drilling you into the mattress, a new vigor fueling his thrusts. You cried out and Bucky pressed his sweaty torso flat against your own and it felt like the essence, the being, in your chest intermingled with his own and all the climaxes you’d previously experienced couldn’t hold a match to the flame, the intensity, the rawness of the one that washed over the both of you in that moment.

Bucky moaned out, his hips bucking into yours and you rode out both of your highs. The sensation consuming and overwhelming and welcome on both ends as it flooded through your bodies, meeting at your point of contact.

His arms flexed above you with the ferocity of his climax and the display had you writhing beneath him, already desperate for more.

“Buck,” you whispered when his breathing evened out after he collapsed onto you.

He didn’t respond, afraid it had all been a dream, a trick, despite still being inside you. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to shatter the perfection of this moment. What if you’d only said that to get him to finish faster? What if you’d only fed him what he wanted to hear? What if-

“Buck,” you repeated, pulling him from his daze and he lifted his head only slightly. You gripped his chin lightly and forced him to look you in the eye. “You’re . . . mine?”

He wanted to shake his head, to tell you that he got caught up in the moment but instead he said, “Yours,” because he knew anything else would be a lie and he was tired of lying.

You studied him and nodded, “Yours,” you stated, already rolling your eyes from the smirk forming on his face, “Unfortunately,”

He brought your face to his and planted a tender kiss on your lips. He started shifting his position and grabbed the underwear he’d been wearing earlier before pulling out and using the cloth to clean the mess pooling out of you. But not before taking a mental picture, of course.

After a few minutes of laying together, his hand playing with a few strands of hair, you felt the warm welcome of sleep beginning to drag you into its embrace. You opened your eyes groggily and looked up at Bucky who was already looking down at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I know about your night terrors,” you whispered and his actions halted momentarily before returning to brush through your hair, “I hear you sometimes. And I understand why you don’t want to go to sleep but,” you sat up slowly and placed the thick blanket down on the floor, dragging the pillow down with you and patting the open space beside you, “you should rest. I’ll be here to calm you or stay up with you. Whichever one you need,”

He didn’t move at first, his ears drowning out any thought he could have while processing what you’d said. He’d stayed silent so long you’d thought you’d crossed a line.

“I can always sleep on the bed if you’d prefer, though,”

Bucky shook himself from his thoughts and edged closer to the floor, slowly descending into the available space and wrapping the blanket around the both of you as much as he could. “No,” he said, “I want you here,”

You hummed in response and snuggled into his waiting arms, lightly wrapping your own around him, making sure to kiss the part of himself he hated the most before fatigue swept you up into its clutches. Bucky followed soon after.

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Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

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