#please you would love it there’s SO much male whimpering it’s like nonstop male whimpering: the podcast

[sunnibits]

staring directly at all my “fucked up wet guy enjoyer” followers like ougghhh you wanna listen to malevolent you wanna listen to it so baddd

[deadqueerboys]

Uhmmm… Waking Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur and Quackity with a morning blowjob Please?

YAYYYYYY

Tommy, Wilbur (x gn! Reader), Tubbo x Male! Reader. SEPARATE!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Tommy

It was late, Tommy was so tired the last day he didn't want to wake up. He asked for five more minutes, which you have him. You spend so much time on your phone, laying next to him in the bed because he can't sleep without holding you close. It was already time for him to wake up, so you had an idea. It was risky, and he would probably get mad, but it was worth the shot. You got under the blankets, pulling his pants down and softly holding his length. You stroke him slowly, going gently before taking it on your mouth. Suddenly, he woke up. He didn't move or complain. He just opened his eyes and looked at you. He wanted it. His dick was getting hard inside your mouth, which feels funny.

"You.." Tom closes his eyes and punches the pillow. He whimpers a little too loud, crying a little. "Why would you do that?" He rolls his eyes and grabs your hair. He was so sensitive that he couldn't handle an easy morning blowjob. He doesn't even move, he don't want to ruin the moment. Your mouth feels so good around his cock, you take him so well. Tommy takes a moment before smiling and caressing your head. He relaxes and giggles, leaking pre-cum on your mouth.

He sniffs and lays his head back. He was so in love with this situation, your mouth, your eyes.. he could live like this forever. You between his thighs and his hand grabbing your hair. Tommy is so easy for you. He doesn't care if it's non-con. He just wants to release himself on your mouth. He doesn't take long to cum, his shots on your throat as you get up. Tom is looking at you with a dumb smile. He sings for you to come closer, and suddenly, he kisses you.

"You should do this more often." That's the only thing he says before getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom. He signs for you to come along, giving you another kiss before he starts to brush his teeth. He's playful, looking at you with love and interest. Tom loves to do anything with you close to him, even if it's his morning hygiene. He doesn't take his hands out of you, one of them around your hips as he brushes his teeth quickly so he can kiss you again.

Wilbur

He was being such a crybaby in the last days, always complaining about how he doesn't have time to pay attention to you and how he wants to have more dates and do real sex instead of quickies and blowjobs under his desk. Wilbur also talks a lot about his bandmates and his concerts, which is the reason why they are at his place today. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't love you anymore. You had one hour until he woke up. His clock was set for 7am, and it was currently 06:15. He had a boner and he was spinning in the bed, going to left and to the right nonstop. You were tired of it, so you grabbed his hips and pulled down his sweatpants. He looks so big wearing it. It should be a crime for him to use it.

You took him on your hand, biting your lip as you did. You were getting horny and impatient. He bucks his waist a little, which causes you to grab him a little tighter. Without waiting, you take it on your mouth. The best you can take is the middle of it. Will was slowly waking up, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. He moves during his sleep, forcing himself on your mouth. It hits your throat, but instead of taking it off, you keep going. Wilbur opens his eyes lazily, he looks down and see you taking his cock on your mouth. He doesn't react, only closing his eyes again and smiling.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur whispers, he looks at you with passion. He puts his hand on his mouth, avoiding a moan to come out. He doesn't like to be vocal, especially in the morning and in a day where his bandmates were in the room next to them. He nods for you to keep going, his free hand on your hair, carefully pushing your head so you can take more of him. He smiles at you when he feels in control of the situation again. He takes his cock out of your mouth, slapping it on your cheeks.

Will make you come closer to him. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. He puts your underwear to the side and goes slowly inside you. He loves this feeling, your tight walls around his cock, making him so sensitive and soft. Wilbur bites your neck, still trying to be quiet. He puts his hand on your mouth at this time. He knows he will have to take care of the noises you make at this time. He looks at the door, searching for any sign of the boys waking up, but they don't.

Quackity

It's been a while since you both didn't have sex. Quackity was always busy with his new projects and his new friends. He's been tired, sleeping late at night and waking up at 3 pm. He never talks to you or gives you a hug like he used to. He only sits on his office and works on his computer. It's stressful. He only gets out of the office to eat, and then he comes back, not even saying hello to you. Today, he's sleeping like a rock. It was at past midnight when he went to bed, and he wouldn't move or talk like he used to. He was sleeping with a lazy shirt on and just his boxers, which is hot and makes you feel a little horny. You sat on the bed and got between his legs, pulling his underwear down and taking him on your hand.

He quickly got hard, and you took him on your mouth. Just the tip, teasing his sensitive area. You lick it, and suddenly he moves, waking up and looking at you with confusion. It takes him a while till he understands what is happening, but then he yawns and sits next to you. He makes you sit on his lap, wrapping his own hand around his cock and stroking it. Quackity kisses you, some morning sloppy kisses before he asks you to go suck his dick again.

"Stupid, you should wait until I wake up. It's not that hard to don't harass me while I sleep." Alex smiles. He was teasing you. He always loved it when you did this to him, even tho he likes sleeping until it's late. He's not really a morning person. "Mi amor, slow down, I'm not going anywhere." He moans, his dick feeling comfortable on your tight, warm mouth. He never stops with the nicknames on Spanish. It's his biggest kink. If you talk to him on Spanish, he will certainly fuck you harder and faster.

Tubbo

Dating Tubbo is not really the easiest thing ever. He's clingy, needy, and pathetic. He loves to be dramatic, and he complains a lot when you don't give him attention. He spent the whole week talking about how you don't love him anymore because you haven't touched him in a while. After a lot of his cursing, you finally slept at his place, which was good because he wasn't streaming today. It really pissed you off how he was always working and never giving you some private time with him, but today was the day.

You slept horny because he fell asleep first, which caused you to palm yourself. That wasn't enough. By the morning, you could only wait until he woke up, but it was impossible. He was talking in his sleep like always, complaining even more about something you didn't understand. You had enough after two hours of waiting. You got in front of him and carefully wrapped your hands around his dick, putting it on your mouth without fear. You suck on him, making him move and unconsciously speak again. He let out a small moan, then he woke up. He seems surprised and sleepy, not giving a fuck about what are you doing.

"Are you serious, babe? I was sleeping, what the heck.." Toby whispers, scratching his eyes. He closes it and puts his hand on your head, not forcing your head or anything. He just stays with his hand there with no explanation. After a while, he opens his eyes again, looking at you with curiosity. "Honey? Babe?" He calls you, trying to make you look at him, but you were too focused on his dick. "Hey, if you don't stop, I will c-" He moans and rolls his eyes, grabbing the sheets. He cums on your mouth, forcing his eyes to close. "I fucking hate you." He whimpers, waiting for you to get off of his dick so you could cuddle.

[mizunetzu]

Can I request a Iida x male reader with a skin problem? Like every time they finish training or after a stressful event the reader's skin would inch then they would scratch it, red blotches would appear on their chest, stomach, back. The reader insecure about them and hate their body, so in the locker room Denki points them out which they realize and start to become insecure and the itching becomes unbearable. They make an excuse then Iida becomes worried about his classmate then hears quiet cries in their door, Iida asks to come in then sees them curled up on their bed scratches their skin harshly which Iida quickly stops them. Iida confronts them and tries to comfort them.

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰LOVE YOUR WRITING BYE THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Aaaah thank you! This request was very fun, and I do love me some iida~ I feel bad for antagonizing kaminari once again in my fics tho 😅😅

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Iida x reader - Don’t Itch Your Neck

⚠️warnings - two (2) mentions of itch attacks, one in the beginning and one at the end (sorry, didn’t know the word for it) kaminari being insensitive to reader.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’

It should be common sense. Why would you ever compare someone to something as wickedly as a villain? It’s rude and distasteful, and you’re practically saying they’re just as bad as illegal thugs and murderer.

But as (Y/n) mindlessly scratched the itch on his neck, a normal itch, not one caused by his skin condition, a villain who terrorized their school at USJ suddenly popped up on the news channel he was watching on his phone.

“-Villain known as Shigaraki Tomura, the alleged ring leader of the League of Villains, has last been seen atop of a high building.” His phone buzzed. He stopped writing answers onto his notebook, as well as unconsciously scratching harder at his neck while turning his attention to the news channel on his phone propped up on Iida’s bed.

Iida would come back any second, telling him to get back to studying, but hey, he’s doing something productive like watching the news, right? Watching news is productive, right? Apparently, it was a special on Shigaraki, and knowing more about villains as a future hero is good, right?

“Shigaraki is estimated to be in his 20’s, and he is commonly seen in disputes against U.A, especially first-year hero class 1-A.” Yep, that was them alright. The news castor continued.

“It is also estimated that Shigaraki has some sort of skin condition, or due to his quirk his skin seems to be very dead and brittle.” The screen cut to some surveillance footage zoomed in on Shigaraki, clawing at dry blotches covering his neck.

His scratched-up, blotchy neck looked uncannily similar to (Y/n’s), especially with the way he was scratching it while being confronted by heroes. It must’ve been caused by stress too. (Y/n’s) skin would burn under the pressure of stress, and he couldn’t help but scratch all over.

(Y/n’s) neck decided to flare up at the sight of Shigaraki. Does that mean he was similar to a villain? He had some sort of trait that was identifiable with a villain? One that attacked his school, no doubt? He scratched his neck harder, bringing up his other hand to scratch the other burning side. Does that mean he was like Shigaraki?

(Y/n) let out a whimper. The itchiness would only scream more if he retracted his hands from his neck. He rubbed his skin raw, scratching so hard he could’ve swore there was blood starting to seep out from his neck.

The door to Iida’s dorm room clicked open silently. (Y/n) paid no mind to it, more focused on the unbearable itch on his neck and the tears clumping at his eyes.

“...(Y/n)-kun? Are you alright?” Iida’s voice broke through the small breaths and scratches of (Y/n), making him look up slightly with blurry eyes. When (Y/n) said nothing, Iida immediately dashed into his bathroom, looking for a small container of ointment.

Iida timped back into the room with a tiny white container in his hands, unscrewing the cap and placing it on under the container. He sat down on his bed, next to (Y/n).

“(Y/n)-kun...I need you to remove your hands, please.” (Y/n) whimpered out a weak, pained “No...” Iida pursed his lips.

“I promise it’s only for a second, it won’t itch.”

“It-it won’t stop-!” Blood was starting to drip down (Y/n’s) nails. Iida winced, quickly shuffling to the bedside table to grab a tissue from a half-filled tissue box. He returned calmly, sitting down next to (Y/n).

He gently set his hand on top of one of (Y/n’s), testing the waters and gently urging him to pull away. “It will only be for a second, love.” He said, with the tissue in his free-hand and the cream resting on a book laying on the bed.

(Y/n) let him pull away his hand, and Iida immediately went up to dabbing the tender, red area of his neck. There wasn’t much blood to begin with, only a few drops, but Iida didn’t want to take the risk of rubbing in the ointment while there was blood on his neck. He dipped his fingers into the white cream of the container, gently cupped (Y/n’s) cheek with his dry hand, and blotted the reddest parts of his neck as gently as he could.

(Y/n) eventually cooled down, the cold substance of the cream as well as the medicine inside it enough to soothe his nerves. Iida hummed.

“How are you feeling?” Iida earned a hum of satisfaction in reply. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

(Y/n) paused for a second, before patting the bed around for his phone. His hand eventually landed on it, and he turned on the newscast in hopes they were still playing the same topic they were on to show Iida. Iida bent over slightly to examine (Y/n’s) phone screen.

“...a villain? The one who attacked us at USJ?”

(Y/n) nodded. “He also probably has a skin condition that makes him all itchy too....the news said it and they played a video of him scratching his neck—and I don’t wanna be like that-“

“Ah...I understand. I understand how upsetting it must be to share something in common with a villain.”

“It’s not just that, though...” (Y/n) sighed. “Because of the scratching, I have all these ugly red blotches on my body...and it makes me look scary...I don’t want my skin to end up like his either...”

Iida hummed. He set a hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “I can assure you, you are nothing like a horrible villain such as him. I’m sure there are many heroes with conditions such as your own!”

(Y/n) bit back a smile. He downcast his head, trying to avoid touching his sensitive neck as much as he could.

“Thank you...”

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Hero training.

(Y/n) dreaded hero training.

The class itself wasn’t so bad, no. No, it was before and after hero training. Where he’d have to change into his hero costume, and change out of it after class was done.

When he did that, everyone could see the ugly red splotches or red scratch marks that made it look like a cat attacked him nonstop. He always made it a point to get in and out of there as fast as he could so no one would ever bring up the rough skin plastered on his body.

But luck didn’t seem to be on his side today.

(Y/n) tore off his hero costume, eager to get out of there as soon as possible. Or at least have something covering him by the time every one else arrived. Of course, Iida was there—he could never beat him first to the locker rooms somehow—but he trusted his boyfriend enough to let him change in the locker room while his vulnerable, spotty body was exposed.

But just as he had every single article of his hero clothing off, leaving him in his underwear, he heard footsteps rattling closer, before the door to the changing room swung open. His stomach dropped.

“Yooo! (L/n)! What’s-oh?” Kaminari’s boisterous voice dug pits in (Y/n’s) guts. He slowly turned around, doing his best to cover his torso with his U.A button-up shirt as he did so. He saw Kaminari standing a few good feet away from him, as the boys of 1-A began filing into the locker room. (Y/n) glanced at Iida, his anchor in a situation like this, before catching his apologetic expression.

“Dude...did Tokoyami really fuck you up that bad in trainin’ today?” Kaminari pointed at the red marks nipping at (Y/n’s) forearms and legs. Sure enough, he sparred with Tokoyami today, but that wasn’t really the cause.

Tokoyami turned around. He shook his head. “Dark shadow cannot inflict such...scratches. And if he did he should be in Recovery Girl’s office instead of the locker rooms.”

(Y/n) silently wished Tokoyami would just take the bait and say it was Dark Shadow. Because Kaminari wouldn’t be rubbing his chin and saying,

“So then what’s all that?” While gesturing circles to the rough, red skin on (Y/n’s) body.

“S’nothin...that’s all...” (Y/n) quietly mumbled. He turned around swiftly, shrugging on the button-up of his uniform and trying to button it up with shaky fingers.

Hands reached down from behind (Y/n) and grabbed his wrists, lifting them high above his head and twirling him around.

“Duuuude! They’re all over your stomach too!”

“Please...lower your voice, Kaminari-kun.” Iida voiced as kindly as he could, not facing (Y/n) to at least spare him one less pair of eyes that were staring at his red-blotched body.

Kaminari’s eyes were plastered onto the red scratch marks and flaked skin on (Y/n’s) barely-buttoned shirt, while (Y/n) wriggled his hands free from his grasp. He completely ignored Iida’s request.

He unconsciously brought his hands up to his neck, still sensitive from yesterday’s...incident and certainly still itchy. The itch was coming back.

He started pawing at the growing itch on his neck, his back pressed against the locker door as he tried to reach for his pants with his free hand.

He started pulling them on the best he could with one hand, not hearing the growing voice of Kaminari asking about why he was itching his neck; or the quiet protests from Iida. Once his pants were sloppily hanging from his waist, his hand flew up to scratch another forming itch right under his eye.

Kaminari suddenly clapped his hands together, looking very appealed all of a sudden. “Dude! I just realized who you looked like!”

“Kaminari-kun, thats-“

“Remember that villain who attacked us at USJ? Shigaraki? The one who kept scratching at his neck and stuff? I think they did a special on him on the news yesterday!”

“Kamina-“

“You look exactly like him!” Kaminari chuckled. “The scratching-“

Iida abruptly slammed his locker door shut. The loud bang it produced shook waves across the locker room, loud enough to silence every one there. Kaminari flinched in surprise, along with everyone else in the changing room.

“...Shut the fuck up, Kaminari.”

Silence ensued the once talkative changing room. All eyes fixated on Iida, a dead scowl on his face that replaced the mighty rule-abiding gaze he wore. The use of no honorific for the first time was absurd, but hearing Iida tell Kaminari to ‘shut the fuck up’ really took the cake. Iida was glaring dull daggers at Kaminari, who was standing there staring back with awkward eyes.

(Y/n) took that opportunity to mumble a quiet “I have to use the bathroom..” and slip out from in front of Kaminari, and slink out of the changing room. He buttoned up his shirt as quickly as he could, not caring about his long forgotten tie or blazer with the burning, unbearable itch that pulsed from his entire body.

He figured he couldn’t last in class like this.

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Iida sped-walked all the way to the U.A heights alliance. He was worried when (Y/n) didn’t show up to afternoon classes, but didn’t want to run in fear of immodesty on school grounds.

Though, he supposed it hardly mattered anymore, especially after his spiel in the locker room. He was so irritated he didn’t think to apologize until they got back to the classroom. And boy, did bowing hundreds of times, chittering “I apologize for my rude behavior!” Millions of times over again count as an apology.

Iida started sprinting, before ducking into the door and up the stairs.

He ran around the whole dorm building, in case (Y/n) was hiding in someone else’s room or the restrooms. No luck.

And he had no further luck until he passed by (Y/n’s) dorm room, hearing soft sobs and skritches from inside the room. Iida hummed, knocking on the door.

“(Y/n)-kun?”

The sobbing from inside (Y/n’s) room went silent. Iida set his hand on the doorknob.

“Please open the door. Or let me in, please.”

Iida was trying his best to keep his voice level, but inside he was probably just as panicked as (Y/n). Even though he knew (Y/n) kept his medicated cream in his room, Iida had grabbed the spare laying in his own just in case. The soft whimpers from inside the room resumed. Iida sighed.

“I’m coming in. Pardon the intrusion.”

The door the (Y/n’s) room softly clicked open, the light from the outside casting a strip of yellow light into the dark that was (Y/n’s) room. Iida took a moment to let his eyes adjust, before his red eyes fell onto the curled up ball of itching that was (Y/n).

Iida quietly sat down next to (Y/n) on his bed, who paid him no mind. He kept sobbing into the school uniform he never bothered to change out of, one hand under his button-up and the other scratching at the back of his arm. Eventually, his arms switched to scratch at his legs and his neck.

“It burns...it-it burns, Ten-“

“I know, I know,” Iida refrained himself from patting (Y/n’s) back, in fear he’d accidentally inflame that area. Instead, he calmly rose from the bed, walking briskly to (Y/n’s) closet. He opened it gently, shuffling through clothes and picking out a loose shirt and basketball shorts.

He laid them out on the bed. “Do you think you can put these on for me...? Oh, but before you put the shirt on, please allow me to apply your medication onto your stomach..”

(Y/n) briefly looked up to see Iida squatted down infront of him through his tucked-in knees. He looked from Iida to the clothes waiting for him on the bed.

Iida set a hand down on the mattress next to (Y/n). “I can turn around if you would like me to.”

(Y/n) nodded, and Iida stood up and faced the opposite side of his room. Waiting as he heard shuffles of clothes being removed and slipped on, accompanied by more itching, he alas heard the dry “m’done..” from (Y/n) he turned back around.

(Y/n) was scratching at his arms, his head turnt down and tears still cascading down his face. He was holding the shirt in in between one of his armpits. Red blotches and scratch-lines littered (Y/n’s) chest, arms, and legs. The irritated skin looked even more irritated as (Y/n) scratched and clawed at them even more.

“Thank you, handsome.” Iida cooed. “Are you comfortable with me applying it to your chest or would you like to do that on your own?”

“You can do it...I don’t...” (Y/n’s) voice died down, but Iida got the gist of what he was saying. He set (Y/n) back down to his bed, drawing the cream out from his possession and popping off the cap.

After smearing on a generous amount to his chest, his forearms, and his calves, (Y/n) was able to stop scratching for just a bit. It soothed the burning itch for only just a bit, though.

Iida brought his cream-covered fingertips to (Y/n’s) red neck. He tilted it up, giving Iida access, as he rubbed gentle circles around it.

“Would you like to talk about what happened?” Iida said, not taking his eyes off of his current task. (Y/n) sniffed.

“...Do you think I act like Shigaraki? I know you said I didn’t...but you were just being nice, weren’t you?” (Y/n’s) voice was barely audible over the sounds of his sniffles and hics. Iida pressed his lips into a fine line, making sure to coat every area of his neck before retracting his hand. “S’ok...you can tell me, I won’t be mad.”

“(Y/n)-kun...darling, you know that’s absurd.”

“But it isn’t!” (Y/n’s) voice cracked. “Y’know-my body’s already all ugly and disgusting, I might as well become a villain especially because I look like one.”

“Just because you have these splotches on your body doesn’t make you any less handsome.”

“Stop lying, Tenya.”

“You know me, I don’t lie.” Iida placed his hands on his lap as (Y/n) carefully slipped on his shirt. “What kind of class representative would I be if I were a liar? I’m just stating facts like a good civilian.”

“And it’s a fact that (L/n) (Y/n) is the most beautiful, handsome, alluring boy I have ever laid my eyes on. Kaminari-kun took his ‘joke’ too far, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t qualify as a joke in the first place.”

Iida finally set his hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “Please don’t let his words get to your head. Your nothing like a villain, nor is your skin any less beautiful than you think it is. If you can’t love it yourself, I will just have to make sure to love you just as much to make up for it.”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, before shifting closer to Iida and laying his head down against his shoulder. Iida smiled, reaching up to pat (Y/n) appreciatively on the head.

“Thank you, Tenya.”

‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’

Because (L/n) (Y/n) was far from it.

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I apologize if I got any information wrong, I am not the best educated on topics such as skin conditions :((

[sector-i-closed]

Come Closer To Me

Song Mingi x Reader

Warning: Smut, daddy kink for a bit, fem reader, cream pie, yungi mention, a bit rough, oral sex (male and female receiving) and a bit of size kink. I did it my way. Someone basically fed me the ideas so credit goes to them, you know who you are... If you ever get back here 👀

"She didn't remember my birthday..." Mingi muttered to himself for what seemed like the fiftieth time so far while being surrounded by his best friends who had wished him a happy birthday.

He smiled and gratefully accepted their wishes but it continued to niggle at his mind that you had not wished him a happy birthday, making him pout incessantly throughout the day during promotions for ATEEZ's comeback.

Mingi was lost in his daydreams, thinking about how much he loved having you in his life even though sometimes he was hurt by moments like this.

The occasional pain was worth it to him because he was the only person who would get to have you and that meant the world to him.

"Why so sad Mingi? You should be as colorful as the confetti floating around today. Is it Y/N?" Yunho asked with interest, already knowing the answer but he wanted to hear what Mingi had to say.

"Yeah... She forgot my birthday I think..." The younger male nodded unenthusiastically, still appearing to pout.

"I'm sure she'll remember it.

There's a lot going on in our girl's life right now but I know that she wouldn't mean any harm by forgetting. It's going to be okay." Yunho spoke calmly, watching Mingi pull out his phone after his notification went off.

"Fuck..." Mingi blurted out while his boyfriend sat beside him, watching with an amused grin as Mingi's face first lit up with excitement followed by the dilation of his pupils revealing his dark eyes flooding with lust.

"You good bro?~" Yunho asked in a teasing tone, appearing innocent while Mingi tried to compose himself.

"Uh... Yeah I'm great!" He laughed nervously, squinting shyly at his friend before stealing another look at the message that you had sent him.

Attached with the message was a photo of you lying down on your bed in a new set of lingerie that he had never seen you wear before, the lace barely covering your skin and the mixed effects of your sultry face and the sexiness of the lingerie coaxed heated lust to awaken inside of him.

The message read "happy birthday mingi!!! hurry up and open your present!😏" and the thought of tearing the lacy undergarments from your body made his cock twitch.

"This is going to be a long afternoon..." Mingi moaned out in a pained tone that further piqued Yunho's interest.

"Did our babygirl cause you to have a big problem?" Yunho smirked while lowering his eyes suggestively at Mingi's crotch.

"N-no..." Mingi stuttered, his face flushing a cute shade of pink that prompted the older male to chuckle in amusement.

"You're such a terrible liar. I would have helped you with your 'problem' had you been honest with me." Yunho stood and lowered his height so that he could whisper in Mingi's ear.

"Good luck. I'll be surprised if Y/N will be able to walk tomorrow." Yunho smirked, listening to the audible groan from his boyfriend who was finding it difficult to not walk out and leave the other males behind to deal with promotions.

The older male walked away confidently, further exacerbating Mingi to become irritable because of the painfully hard boner that he wanted to take care of with your help.

Hours later he was finally free and sweating profusely mostly from the daydreams he had been nonstop playing through his mind.

No matter how real his fantasies seemed, there was no replacing being able to touch you, to pound into you to take out the frustration of the buildup that he had endured.

The urge to jerk off to relieve himself was overwhelming and the opportunities to do so were few and far between, therefore helping him in his decision to take it out on you when he arrived at your residence.

Hours later you were alerted to the front door opening noisily, followed by a loud bang that indicated that your boyfriend had practically slammed it shut.

Excitement surged through your veins as you made your way to the living room where Mingi was glaring right at you, causing your knees to go weak at the intensity of his stare.

"H-hi Mingi..." You stammered out, feeling naked in front of your boyfriend in spite of the lingerie that you wore.

"Come closer to me." Mingi spoke in a low even tone that drew the butterflies from the pit of your stomach to flutter excitedly in your gut.

"I want to see how close you are willing to come to me after having the nerve to tease me while at one of our promotional events." The male stared down at you, his eyes revealing savage need within them and another surge of adrenaline rushed through your veins.

"I'm not... scared of you." You managed an innocent smile which did nothing to erase the fear and excitement lingering in your eyes.

With that you stood your ground, grinning at him with doe eyes which further infuriated the male who took several long strides towards you. Instinctively you stepped backwards, but not far enough away to be out of the reach of your boyfriend's outstretched arms.

"Oh!!" You yelped loudly as Mingi grabbed you by the shoulders and fiercely pushed you into the wall. With large eyes you stared up at your boyfriend, the uncontrollable sensation of your knees trembling further added to your vulnerable appearance which contrasted with your boyfriend's dark expression.

"So you're not scared of me? Even after making me this fucking hard after seeing you taunting me to hurry to unwrap my present?" Mingi grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his crotch where you found his hardened bulge protruding through his pants.

Your hand trembled as you stared into his eyes, the difference in your height with his becoming even more apparent as you shrank back against the wall.

A small whimper left your throat as Mingi lowered his head, immediately smashing his lips against your mouth.

"Mmph...~" You cried into your boyfriend's mouth, feeling his tongue waste no time to prod at your lips to explore your warm, moist cavern.

A ripping sound was heard through the sound of heavy breathless pants that the both of you were doing. Through the haze of the arousal and bliss that you were enjoying from your boyfriend's feverish kisses you found that your torso was now completely exposed.

Within seconds your underwear were ripped away from your hips and discarded, leaving you completely exposed for your boyfriend. Your heat clenched with desire, yearning to be filled with Mingi's cock and to be fucked mercilessly.

"P-please..." You whined with begging eyes. A smirk tugged at the male's lips and he abruptly spun you around, pressing your chest against the wall with a thud.

Your entire body shook as you waited, listening to each sound that Mingi made as he unfastened his pants and without an invitation he spread your ass cheeks, allowing himself access to slide his erect member between your legs and stretching you deep inside of your dripping wet hole.

A cry of pleasure was uttered from your lips and it took all of your willpower to keep from crumbling beneath your boyfriend's looming figure, your face being squashed against the wall while he pounded into your body.

"I'm not going to let you cum this time, princess." He warned, thrusting himself forward at a primitive speed that encouraged your nails to dig into the wall.

Small cries leaked from your mouth with each rocking motion of his hips and goosebumps formed on your skin, each nerve being brought to life with each filthy wet sound of his cock penetrating your core, accenting the sound of his rhythm made audible by the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

"Were you hoping I would use you like this? Fuck your tight pussy with my rock hard cock while your little body is beneath me?" Mingi's voice came out as a low raspy growl and all you could do was yelp out a tiny yes, being almost completely unable to vocalize anything because of the constant string of moans that sounded in your throat.

"C-come in me, d-daddy..." You moaned, your walls clenching hard around his member but you felt that you needed more than coital stimulation.

"Fuck I can't hold back anymore... I've been wanting to do this to you all day..." His voice came out ragged as his cock twitched inside of you, bottoming out into your womb to release his cum deep inside of your body.

Long, pathetic moans dripped from your lips as his hot release filled you deep inside, coating your aching walls with his hot and sticky release.

The sensation was almost enough to send you into the ecstasy that you longed to feel but here you were, teetering painfully on the edge of unsatisfied pressure and bliss.

"So fucking good..." Mingi groaned, pulling out of you and picking you up in his arms. "Ah!" You yelped out in surprise, feeling his release seep out of your sore hole and drip down your inner thighs.

Without much care he tossed you onto the bed like a ragdoll, spreading your legs apart and diving between them to savor the way that you tasted. "Oh my f-fuck-..."

You felt your stomach muscles clench when his warm tongue invaded your folds, accompanied by slurping sounds that made it apparent to you that he was tasting his own release as well as your own arousal which you were certain was quite plentiful.

Your eyes rolled back, the knot in your stomach tightening as Mingi devoured you mercilessly.

"Ngh... Ah~ oh~!" A strangled cry left your throat and you felt yourself slipping into the throes of intense pleasure when Mingi suddenly stopped and looked you in the eyes with a mischievous smirk.

"Not yet little one~" His voice lowered, to which your sex spasmed around air.

"Naughty, teasing girls get punished." Mingi added, bringing his face to yours to kiss you. Your lips lingered on his soft, plump ones and weightlessness overwhelmed you at knowing that the male was hovering over you in a domineering manner.

The taste of his release and your slick was intoxicating and you found yourself slipping your tongue from between your lips to savor every drop that covered his mouth.

"Ngh... Please... I'm s-sorry d-daddy... I'm sorry p-please I need to come..." You gasped out in a tiny voice, the sensitivity becoming too much for you as you melted into the mattress.

"You're sorry only because you miss my cock~ Is that right?" He taunts against your ear, enjoying the pitiful whines that you uttered in contrast to his deep voice.

"Y-yes I miss your cock... I want to feel you fill me up again..." You sighed erotically, arching your back and grinding your sex against his hardening length.

"Take it all." He groans at the sight of your irresistibly seductive position in the bed, which added to the sultry soft tone that you spoke to him with.

In a single movement he positions his cock at your entrance and easily slides inside of your wet walls.

"Oh~!" You gasped and whined, his pubic bone touching your clit and helping you gain the friction that you craved while the stretch of his cock filling you out made you lightheaded with pleasure.

"Oh god d-daddy!" You cried out, your hips meeting your boyfriend's movements and earning you more pleasurable feelings.

"Show daddy how good he makes you feel." His voice rumbled against your ear as he dipped his head down to kiss your throat.

After only three thrusts you were already coming on his cock, the sensitivity that you felt was unbelievable and you were screaming out his name with each deep thrust of his cock inside of your sopping core.

The heavenly feeling of your release overwhelmed you, seeming to go on for minutes while you temporarily failed to notice that you were becoming overstimulated by his thrusts.

Soft mewls drifted from between your lips, the sensitivity becoming pleasurable in spite of the discomfort. That was until he found your spot again.

"T-too much daddy!" You whined, causing your boyfriend to stop mid thrust and pull out of you quickly.

"Are you okay?" The darkness in his eyes disappearing to be replaced with worry.

"Y-yeah but let me finish you..." You nodded, scooting yourself closer to him until you were able to bring your head down and take his sensitive cock into your mouth.

"Mmm~" You moaned in pleasure at his taste, tasting the arousal that completely coated every inch of his length.

"So good babygirl." Mingi cooed, running his fingers through your hair while losing himself in the heat of your mouth. He threw his head back and moaned appreciatively, the suction from your mouth growing stronger and bringing him closer to the edge.

"Fuck..." He hisses, his nails dug into your scalp which encouraged you to whine in pleasure around his rock hard length.

His words and groans became more incoherent as you began to bob your head quickly, hollowing your cheeks and fondling his balls to give him extra pleasure until he came down your throat, gagging you with the saline taste that filled your mouth which you enjoyed.

"Fuck Y/N..." He groaned as you allowed him to set the pace for him to ride out his release, allowing him to bring your head down and choke you on the girth of his cock until he was finished climaxing.

"You're so cute and amazing... I can't believe you're mine..." His words came out sweet and lazy as you pulled off of his length, smiling at him happily in spite of your raw throat.

"Happy birthday Mingi."

[namstruck]

SO WHO’S GONNA DO IT?｜NAMKOOK

REQUESTED BY: N/A

WARNINGS; sub! slight top! namjoon !! sub! bottom! jeongguk !! subxsub ! toys !!

WORD COUNT: 1383

well here they were, sitting across from each other on jeongguk's bed, both quiet and unable to say a word about the whole situation. jeongguk just fiddled with the hem of his black shirt, avoiding eye contact, while namjoon bit his lip, patting his thighs in a rhythm. the pair had only been dating for about a year and a half, sex had never crossed either one's minds and all they ever really did was makeout and some small touching here and there, never anything more. but they finally decided to try it, having sex that is, when it was brought up in a previous conversation between the two. they both fessed up to why neither one would ever take control or made a move; they were both subs. they comforted each other once they knew, smiling and then giggling once they locked eyes.

it wasn't until namjoon placed a hand on koo's own warm ones, stuttering before asking if it was really okay or if it felt comfortable for him. the younger smiles gently and nods, leaning in for a kiss to which namjoon accepts. the kiss started with a few pecks and then their tongues gradually intertwining, melting in their own paradise. namjoon crawls a hand into koo's black shirt and up his chest, grazing over a hardened bud with his thumb, making the younger flinch and gasp into the kiss.

he rubs the bud between his index and middle finger, tapping it lightly every few pauses. jeongguk entangles his fingers in namjoon's locks as the older kisses his neck, lightly biting a few places. koo's small gasps just from being teased from his buds was so cute to the older, they were so cute and pretty that it just made him want to tease him more and more. namjoon slides the black shirt off of the younger, attaching his lips again to his and eagerly kissing him afterwards.

eventually the two removed all their clothing, jeongguk taking out his special box and then both deciding on a medium-sized wand. the soft baby pink vibrator buzzes quietly around both their flushed cocks, tiny gasps and whimpers coming out the two babies from having the toy strapped to both cocks and rubbing between them as they held hands. the level going from low to max on its own every now and then, making them shake from sensitivity, overstimulating them.

namjoon quivers, a small whine following after, as he cums onto his tummy and thighs. his body naturally leans forward onto the younger's, cupping the small face with his own hands, kissing him and sucking his stuck out tongue, saliva running down their chins. their breathy moans and small touching keeping them hot and bothered. jeongguk takes the time to remove the attached wand from their lengths. namjoon pushes him further down until he's resting his back and head on some pillows, an elbow keeping him slightly up as one hand grips the back of namjoon's brown hair, the older pressing his crotch to jeongguk's and grinds down desperately.

"'m no more," the younger mumbles quietly when namjoon grinds harder, "can't do it, joonie..”

the older buffs as he gets off, leaning back to rest on his knees, hair sticking to his forehead now. "are you okay? did i hurt you or do you feel—" jeongguk reassures him before he could finish, commenting on how he was just a bit too sensitive at the moment and needed a bit to calm down. namjoon sighs in relief knowing he hadn't done anything bad. after a while, jeongguk okays to go ahead and continue. namjoon gently smiles when he pinches one of his cheeks playfully.

namjoon spreads his legs out, exposing his behind to jeongguk, before placing two fingers in his mouth, tongue slipping and wetting the digits. he insists them into himself, a small groan escaping. they slide in a bit ruggedly in the beginning but then in and out easily after a few thrusts. his free arm helped him properly sit up as it rested on the mattress as his other hand worked on stretching him out, now with three fingers. the pace and length of his fingers gracefully touched his spot, sweet moans came out of him as he closed his eyes a bit.

after a few more thrusts, he stops and crawls towards the younger again. his head inches towards his member, grabbing the length and kissing the tip before slowly licking it as he looked up to him; jeongguk whimpering a little. namjoon grins when he comes back up to face him and pecks his reddened lips. the older sits on his lap, teasingly grazing his bottom to the younger's hard length.

looking over to his side though, the older spots the box again and inside a few condoms and a medium sized bottle of lube along side other toys. he grabs the bottle and opening it before spilling some on jeongguk's abdomen on accident, the coldness making him flinch. he flips the cap of the bottle and pours a good size amount onto the palm of his hand, throwing the bottle to the side after, and rubs it onto jeongguk's length. the wetness and slipperiness making the said male squirm and pant desperately when namjoon pumps him fast, the older sliding some up to his chest.

namjoon lifts his hips up and centers himself to jeongguk, sliding down onto him slowly as he groans as he's being filled. jeongguk grips the sides of his hips, namjoon pressing his hands on his chest as support as he's still grinding down. squinting his face from the new sensation, the younger accidentally squeaks when namjoon suddenly starts bouncing rapidly. he tries keeping up with his pace but it was so hard when he was this sensitive and incomparable to the older's stamina. his toes curl and his hands grip onto the soft cover beneath him as he gasps, thighs shaking.

namjoon watches jeongguk whimper when he hops off, his flushed cock starting to harden again. he caresses his thigh before asking if he was okay and kissing his forehead and hugging him. "joonie," the said male turns to him and hums in response, "m want a turn, please..." namjoon jumps up immediately in excitement once he sees that cute and blessed smile of jeongguk's.

after prepping the small baby, namjoon lubes up his own length and inserts himself carefully into the whiny and sensitive younger. he holds his hand and watches him shiver and suddenly cum onto his tummy when he thrusts once, the feeling being too much for him.

"look how much of a mess you've become, puppy. you came just from me putting it in~" jeongguk, the poor baby, covers his face with his hands in embarrassment.

namjoon grabs and takes them away, giving his now again exposed face gentle kisses as jeongguk's cheeks flush. the older takes this time to distract the younger and pounds into him roughly and at a fast pace, jeongguk pants and moans. namjoon lifts on of his legs up and hits him from a side angle, wanting to relieve himself too. jeongguk tightening around him felt really good and his cries were just too cute. the older slumps down, head resting on the crook of jeongguk's neck. his thrusts slow down and then stop leaving the two panting and whiny messes.

—

jeongguk spoons the sweaty and tired older, namjoon humming softly at his warm embrace. it was moments like these that the young couple loved, especially now after going at it for hours nonstop. listening to namjoon's heartbeat through his back made jeongguk smile softly, the rhythm soothing, almost like a lullaby.

and namjoon of course loved the way he felt loved and appreciated by someone, that being the younger and his bubbly personality. having such a character in his life made such an impact that it was hard not to not fall in love with him.

koo's curly hair felt so soft against his entangled fingers when they switched positions, the younger resting his head on namjoon's chest. the older chuckling as the bunny babbles something in his sleep.

[kuipers-song]

Love on me, darling

Cowboy!Sigma x Gender Neutral AFAB Reader.

Summary: Your sweetheart boyfriend who is also a cowboy has always been gentle and patient with you. You tell him you’re ready.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (male receiving), descriptions of female genitalia. Pre-established relationship. Honestly this man is just happy to be with you, and he’ll make you feel good :) (also there’s mentions of male and female birth control, wrap it before u tap it guys pls u save so much future trouble by keeping it safe)

A/N: Ok so i have so many followers and notes on my other fics that I’m yelling nonstop. TYSM ily guys. My Mafia AU is on the way, it’ll be a multichapter thing too. I’m just slow and college is yeeting me into the 5th dimension, bare with me here. Hope you enjoy this :D

When you suggested taking things to the next level with your boyfriend, you didn’t expect him to pull a 180 on you.

Siebren is a sweetheart of a man, a true gentleman to you. He’s always been sincere to you, and that’s one of the things that won your heart.

That, and maybe his cowboy hat too.

Both of you were relaxing on the front porch of your house, one you inherited from your family.

This house was the reason you met Siebren. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It all started with his cute charm and gentle aura pulling you in, convincing you for a date.

It was several dates that followed that one. Fun fact: You kissed him on your first date. Which was a gamble, but a well played one.

Because he kissed you back.

As you two were cuddling together on your surprisingly large sofa out in the front porch, you were on top of him, his arms holding you securely over his chest, his hat neatly sitting on the top of the back rest of the furniture.

This was perfect.

Though, honestly speaking, you wanted to take things a little further.

Who in their right mind wouldn’t? It’s your seven-foot-tall hot boyfriend we’re talking about. Seeing his tight jeans and button up shirt being wrapped around his body has always left you so hot and bothered.

You would wonder if he did that on purpose.

But no time like the present. In order for things to progress, you have to ask him.

“Hey, Sieb?”

“Mhm?”

“I wanna go further with you.”

His voice was riddled with drowsiness, “You sure ‘bout that, baby?”

“I am. Can I be honest with you?”

“I’ll always be here to hear you out, schatje.”

“I want to have you fuck me right here.”

That made Siebren open his eyes fast. His hands went from your waist to your ass, gripping it. As you looked up to look at him, he caught your lips in a small kiss.

“Are you sure you want to do it here? It’s out in the open. I don’t mind, but I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“Yeah, right here. I wanna ride you sitting here. I want people to see us.”

Siebren groaned softly as he sat up, accommodating you on his large lap in the process. “Kitten’s a freak. Didn’t expect that one,” he pulled you in to kiss your sensitive neck.

And at that point he was grinding against you, starting to make his length known. You grinded back at him just as hard.

He up and took your top off with ease, kissing your chest and softly biting your nipples, pulling them with his teeth as you mewled softly under his ministrations. He was getting hard as he kept rutting his hips under you, soft sighs coming out of him.

You had your hands to support you as he marked you up. The cowboy always had make people knew what was his. He raised his head to kiss you again.

“Take off your shorts, sweetheart. I wanna see what you got for me,” he pulled at your lower lip as you pulled away to take off your shorts and underwear. Siebren unbuttoned his plaid shirt, exposing his strong chest. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, pushing his briefs off too.

Well.

You didn’t expect him to be that big.

You also didn’t expect him to look this good.

Your mouth watered as he stroked his length some more, getting ready for you. Though, you decided to help. Kneeling in front of him, he stopped stroking himself, knowing what you were doing.

“Go ahead, (Y/N). I wanna see what your adorable mouth can do for me.”

You grinned as you grabbed his length gently, kissing the head of it, passing your tongue over the slit, prodding at it.

He sighed out in relief and tension at the same time. His large hand went over your head to gently card his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to go further.

After playing around a bit, you finally took him into your warm, wet mouth, tongue rubbing at him he slid into it.

He groaned softly as the sensation got to him. That’s until you started to suck on him, and bob your head, making him gasp out in pleasure.

“Fuck—That’s it baby, that’s it,” he chanted out softly. Your mouth felt too good.

You used your hands to stroke at what you couldn’t take, and to fondle his balls. He started to buck his hips a bit, he was panting out loud under your ministrations. You began to hum around his cock, and it made him tense up in response. You were teasing him.

“Wait—stop. I don’t wanna blow my load like that on you,” he moaned out.

You took mercy on him, and stopped.

“Get over here,” He patted at his lap, as his hard length resting at his belly button.

You went and straddled him, he responded by taking a hand and passing it over your wet cunt, enjoying the feeling of your nectar coating his large digits. “You’re all wet for me, huh,” he mentioned this in a pondering manner, to which you kissed him.

“Yeah, all for you, make use of it,” you replied.

“Damn, sweetheart’s getting bossy. Better get to it.” He inserted his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

You aligned his length with your wet heat, and with his help, you slowly slid down on him. But he was nearly too big to handle.

“Give me a minute, Sieb.”

He kissed your forehead, “Take all the time you want, darlin’. Jus’ wanna make you feel good.” His hand rested on your hips, your body at his reach. You were gorgeous in his eyes.

After a minute or two of accommodating yourself with his length inside of you, you were ready. So you began to lift your hips, and sliding back down, to which you both moaned in relief.

You took a faster pace, as Siebren gripped your hips.

You were struggling to keep pace though. So Siebren decided to help. Bucking his hips up, he easily took control, and began at a easy pace. This felt much better.

“Siebren, go harder,” you sighed out.

He took that order to heart. He then switched to a faster, harder pace with his hips. His hands assisted in making sure you felt him deep, ramming into your smooth insides. You easily buried your face into his warm chest, your arms grabbing at his upper arms, moaning at the blissful feeling of being fucked.

You began to feel that impending orgasm, as he thrusted into you, grunting quietly, “You feel so good, darlin’—fuck, I’m getting close,” he groaned.

“Same -ah- here,” you whimpered out.

“Say my name, beg for it, beg for my cock to make you cum,” he ordered.

”Siebren! Please—I want to cum, and then feel you finish inside me, please Siebren!”

That made him go faster; changing his angle to hit that special spot, inducing you to scream out in pleasure as he quickly drove you over the edge.

Your cunt’s walls pressed around him as he found his own release inside of you, his rhythm erratic, and sloppy as he rode out his orgasm.

After both of you calmed down, Siebren gently lifted you off his softening length, sitting you on his lap and taking a near blanket on the couch to cover you and cradle you in his arms, as you were too weak to move.

“I’ll clean you up in a minute, love. I’m just trying to gain strength,” he chuckled softly as you looked up at him with a blissed out expression.

He realized his mistake though. “Oh my stars. I came inside of you, I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely.

You laughed in response to his worried self, “Babe, I asked for it, you delivered. Besides, don’t we both have birth control?”

Siebren’s eyes glittered in realization. Burying his face in your neck, “I do. I forgot. Still, we didn’t discuss me filling you to the brim,” his hand went inside your blanket and passed over your opening, which was leaking his cum.

“We’ll be fine. Next time we could use a condom if you want. Though, I love having your cum inside of me,” you teased him.

“Keep talking and I might make sure you’re full of it, sweetheart.”

You kissed him after that.

[imagine-loki]

Monsters and Magic

TITLE: Monsters and Magic CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 17/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a vampire who helps the Avengers defeat an evil seethe of other vampires, and Loki befriends you after you end up in their custody RATING: T (so far) NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

     You shot upright when you came back aware. Blankets fell off of you and comforting arms wrapped around you. “Shh, it’s alright. You’re ok. You’re safe. Apparently Stark’s nickname for you is one of those stupid trigger words,” Loki’s voice was soothing. You wrapped your arms around him and tried not to whimper at what Hydra had done to your brain. You realized that you were in Loki’s bed, had been laying with your head pillowed on his chest. “I’ve got you, you’re safe, sweetheart,” Loki soothed and stroked your hair.

    “They broke my brain,” you wailed at him, crying blood-red tears onto his shirt. Now that you were physically safe, your emotions and the pent up feelings of what had happened to you was finally escaping.

    “No, sweetheart, they didn’t break you. They hurt you, yes, but you’re strong and brave, and wonderful, and you survived what those monsters did. We’ll fix those stupid words they put in your head. You could do it for Bucky alone in those conditions. The two of us together can easily do it for you.” Telepathic powers were among Loki’s strong suit.

    “I didn’t, couldn’t, break his trigger words. I stitched his broken mind back together, but I couldn’t undo all of the damage,” you reminded Loki.

    “We’ll do it together, dearheart,” he told you gently and kissed the top of your head. “Working on such a tricky piece of magic is hard enough. Doing it while being tortured is more impressive and impossible and you managed splendidly, darling,” he reminded you, warmly, proudly. “Even through all the pain and torture you fought through. You didn’t give up and you fought them every step of the way however you could,”

    You sat up to look at him, tears and heartbreak in your eyes. “Loki. The village… They were all innocent and I… and I…” tears spilled from your eyes, leaving red tracks down your cheeks. “They did it, Loki, they made me into a real monster!”

    In the next instant, Loki moved you, his hands around your upper arms as he lifted you and settled you on his lap, facing him, straddling his legs. Stupidly strong god. More tears spilled from your eyes, the prelude to gross ugly sobbing. Loki’s hands were vices on your arms. He shook you once, not hard, just enough that you had to look up into his eyes, just enough to startle you and get your attention. “Listen to me,” he told you firmly, his voice stern, not icy, not angry, but firm that you would listen to what he had to say. Another shake. “Are you listening?” he demanded. You nodded, but didn’t look him in the eyes, keeping your gaze on his chest. His fingers moved to under your chin, his thumb against your cheek, cupping your chin in his hand as he gently tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

    “You are not a monster. Do you hear me? And I refuse to allow you to wallow in guilt for what those petulant sacks of rotting flesh did to you. They beat you, burned you, shocked you, starved you, wouldn’t let you rest or sleep; they tortured you. Believe me, I felt every single injury they inflicted upon you, my love,” he added before you could protest. He gestured with his free hand to the burn mark on his neck. It was in the shape and same placement as the obedience disk that had been in your own neck. You were sure you had an identical mark.

    “Then they went and put magic words in your brain to make your body do things without your mind even knowing, without even giving you to option to disobey,” that must’ve been how Nat had explained trigger words to him. It wasn’t an awful explanation, though overly simplistic. “You are in no way responsible for them violating your body and mind, or anything they forced you to do. Do you understand me?” he demanded, a hint of a snarl in his tone at the demand.

    You managed to nod with a small whimper of bruised emotions, of the pain of things you had done, of heartbreak, and grief of what you’d been through and what you’d been forced to do. Loki wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to him. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, up under his arms to his back, burying your head in his shoulder as you wept. “You are the sweetest, kindest, gentlest, most caring being whom I have met in all of the nine realms and I love you more than anything in the universe,” he told you warmly, running his fingers through your hair, his words and presence reassuring. “You’re a sweetheart; I’ve loved you since the day I met you. It was amazing to me that a lady who was in such a situation, and when I found out what you’d been through already it was even more impressive, could still wear her heart before her for everyone to see. I was so afraid that it would be bruised or torn and more than anything in my life, I wanted to keep it safe. I’m sorry I failed you, my love, more than anything, but I swear to you that I will love you to the end of our days,”

    “You promise?” you asked him softly, nervously. He was known for his silvertongue and lies.

    He kissed your hair. “I may the the god of lies, sweetheart, but I swear on all that I am that I tell you the truth now. You’re not a monster. You are not responsible for what they did to you or what they made you do, and I will always love you,” he told you firmly. Your tears slowed under his reassurances and you pushed off his chest to sit up, as you reached up to rub the back of your hand across your eyes. Loki smirked and handed you a handkerchief.

    “Always a gentleman,” you commented softly, with the barest hint of a smile. He gave you a warm smile and touched your cheek.

    “There’s my sweetheart,” his voice was warm and loving. You gave him a real smile and vanished the handkerchief. A moment later, you were hiding a yawn behind your hand. You flushed at his frown. “When was the last time you fed?” he asked firmly, cornering you into answering him.

    You had to think about it. “A few days ago? Like a teaspoon of chicken’s blood,” your face crinkled in disgust, telling him quite clearly what you thought of that meal. “Which does next to nothing for vampires, by the way, chicken blood is useless and tastes disgusting,” you whined, as if that were the point of his question.

    “That’s what I thought,” he said dryly. His hands were lightly on your waist, but you felt the threat that he would keep you in place if you tried to run. You knew what was coming. “They starved you, darling, kept you weak, and still forced you to work nonstop,” you raised an eyebrow. “Bucky told us while you were unconscious,” he explained. You nodded, damn bigmouthed metal-armed overprotective army-man. “Let me help you,” he bid you softly and you heard the helplessness in his voice. He hated that you’d been gone so long, that he hadn’t been able to find you quickly, that he had allowed you to be taken from him in the first place. He hated that he hadn’t been able to help you enough.

    You hesitated. “I should say no. There’s a whole fridge of blood,” you hedged. “And you need yours for yourself,” you reminded him.

    He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Sweetheart, kindly remember that I am a god and a little blood-loss is not going to do me any harm whatsoever. It does me no harm and will help you tremendously. Please let me help you,” he bid you again, his voice nearly begging. You hesitated for another moment, knowing again that you shouldn’t, but the offer was too tempting. It was easy to get back to full strength quickly with the power that flowed through his veins and would be a lot faster and a lot less blood consumption and time than trying to do the same with animal blood.

    “You must love me,” you murmured and looked over at the door to make sure it was locked this time. You really didn’t want to get interrupted again. You turned back to Loki and reached for the hem of his t-shirt.

    “More than anything, love,” he replied and helped you remove his shirt, balling it up when it was off and tossing it into the hamper. Typical male. You moved and kissed him, starting softly, chastely, even as his hands pulled you to him, wound in your hair, held you to him like he hadn’t seen you in months. The kiss deepened and your tongue played with his, your own fingers running and winding through his hair. You kissed your way to his ear, nibbled on it gently, he made a soft noise of pleasure and you kissed your way down his neck, sucking on the pulse as you tugged gently on his hair. He gasped and moaned as he tilted his head back, giving you full access to his vulnerable neck. You hesitated a moment longer before you carefully sank your fangs into his neck. His blood was just as you remembered it, not as hot as human blood, but full of so much more power. Still, you paid careful attention to his heartbeat, to the signs of when to stop, but they didn’t come. He was right, this wouldn’t harm him at all. Not when you were sated, stronger than ever, and he had shown absolutely none of the signs a human would have. He could have donated a lot more blood and not noticed. You carefully licked the wound closed, taking the time to heal it completely. No one would ever know.

    You moved to sit next to him and pulled his head onto your shoulder, holding him and stroking his hair while he rode out the last of the haze of endorphins and euphoria of the vampire’s bite. It was only a minute before he shook his head to clear it. You kissed his forehead. “Are you ok?” you asked as he moved to sit up on his own again.

    “I’m fine, don’t fret,” he told you warmly. You gave him a bright smile when you realized he really was. He was perfectly fine. “There’s my sweetheart,” he told you brightly and kissed you. “If you’re up to it, darling, the rest of the team would like to see you. Stark is especially worried after he accidentally knocked you out. There’s no rush…” he added quickly, offering sanctuary and safety here if you weren’t up to going, weren’t ready to face the others yet.

    You nodded and moved to get off the bed. “No, I’ll go see them, but I’d like a shower, and something to wear besides this godawful red dress,” you added when you realized you were still in the godforsaken red dress.

    “Sorry about that,” Loki said. “No one thought you’d be comfortable if your clothes had been changed while you were unconscious,” he explained. You nodded. That made a lot of sense, though Nat could have. Hell, Bucky had seen you naked already, and Loki was your boyfriend… Still you appreciated the concern.

    “D-do you mind if I steal a-?” you started, heading for his closet before waiting for an answer, or to finish asking your question. You knew he’d let you borrow anything from his closet you wanted.

    “Steal what you’d like, sweetheart,” he told you warmly, getting up and coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck while you opened his closet to look for the item you wanted to steal. You found one of his hoodies and shut the closet door again.

    “Will you come with me?” you asked him softly, nervously, more afraid of being alone than you wanted to admit, but you hated asking all the same. Even though it was a natural response with what you’d been through. You hated seeming weak.

    Loki kissed the top of your head. “Of course,” he told you warmly and kept his arm around your shoulders to walk you across the hall to your own room. It was stupid to be afraid here in your home, but Loki didn’t seem to mind at all as he checked your rooms for intruders. He waited on your bed with a book while you ducked into the bathroom for a hot shower so you could finally get the scent of that place off of your skin. You used a touch of magic to dry your hair once you were clean and dressed, comfortable again in jeans, a t-shirt, and Loki’s stolen hoodie, and went back to Loki, who was waiting patiently in your bedroom. “You look lovely as ever, my darling,” he reassured you, seeing your shyness. He stood and wrapped you in a hug.

    “I love you,” you told him softly.

    “I love you as well, sweetheart,” he reassured you. He kissed the top of your head. “Now come along, little one, you need human food too,” he reminded you warmly and kept his arm around your shoulders to walk you downstairs.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Headcanon: Break up/Make up Plus sized reader x Sebastian Stan

-The two of you broke up due to the fact that Sebastian still had feelings for his ex

-The two of you got together a few weeks after Sebastian had broken up with his ex of three years

-You were hesitant to become Seb’s girlfriend (even though you were head over heals in love with him) because you didn’t want to be his rebound until him and his ex would get back together

-But Sebastian proved you wrong and the two of you were dating for over year when your biggest fear came true

-His ex moved back into town and had informed him about it

-The second she came back into town Sebastian changed

-They would be on the phone nonstop, texting and calling and even face timing, his face always lit up when he saw that is was her texting or calling him

-She knew that Sebastian was with you, but she somehow managed to take all of Sebastian’s attention

-He started forgetting your plans and dates, but spent the whole day with her, while you were getting ready for your plans

-They spent the whole day together talking and laughing and were photographed

-She even had the audacity to post a picture of her kissing his cheek with the caption “I can’t help myself!”

-You were hurt once you saw the pictures, he had humiliated you in front of the whole world

-When Seb came home that evening he found a cold dinner at the table, blown out candles and you sleeping on the couch with dried tear stains on your cheeks

-After that your relationship started to change drastically

-It got to the point where you got jealous and the fights started getting worse and worse

-Until one day you caught Sebastian talking to his ex “Yeah I miss you too….I miss us too and I want us back too, but I’m dating Y/n”, he spoke softly into the phone, sighing at the end. Your heart broke because your biggest fear had come true. Sebastian still had feelings for his ex and wanted her back…The only thing that kept him away from here were you…The thick tears rushed down your face as you let a sob and Sebastian stood up and turned to you. Shock was written all over his face as he had been caught right handed. “Y/n”, he began but you shook your head and ran up to your once shared bedroom and started packing your belongings into a suitcase, planning to get the rest picked up by movers. Sebastian kept begging you to stop and let him talk but you blocked his voice out, feeling too heartbroken to even listen to a single word of him. You kept sobbing while zipping up the suitcase and rushing down the stairs and out of Sebastian’s house. Sebastian felt his heart painfully clench in chest as he saw the pain he had caused you. Maybe he didn’t want his ex at all….but it was already too late…You had left him

-You spent a few weeks at your best friend’s house before you finally found a place of your own

-The first weeks following the break up were harsh, you constantly cried, barely slept and felt so betrayed

-You had hoped that Sebastian would fight for you but he never even called, confirming that you were just a rebound for him

-A few weeks after your break up, Sebastian went on the promo tour for I Tonya and was asked about you, Sebastian had a pained expression on his face and confessed that the two of you had broken up

-The media went nuts, but they found out that his ex was the main reason because she posted an Instagram Boomerang picture where she mouthed “Sorry not sorry”, she got dragged through the mud, and even ended up deleting the moving picture

-Your life started becoming normal again, you focused on your job as a stylist and eventually started getting over Sebastian

-Until you saw a picture of him and his ex kissing while walking Sebastian’s dog

-The heartbreak and betrayal came crashing down on you and you were hurt again

-Month had passed when Sebastian suddenly started leaving you voice mails, begging you to call him back and that he needed to talk to you

-You were still hurt so you never made any effort in calling or texting him back, making his calls and texts increase

-One day you got invited to a charity event, wanting to go out you accepted the invitation and went with a male friend of yours. You put a beautiful long dress on and snapped a quick picture, posting it on Instagram

-After that your male friend picked you up and the two of you drove to the charity event

-Upon arriving there, you stepped out of the car and slowly made your way down the red carpet with your male friend. The two of you were posing when suddenly the camera flashed went crazy and the photographers kept yelling “Sebastian over here!”. Your heart skipped a beat when you looked to the side and saw Sebastian standing there, a forced smile on his face as he slowly walked down the red carpet. Sebastian turned around and caught you staring at him. You snapped out of your trance and quickly walked into the building, not wanting to cause a scene on the red carpet. During the whole charity even Sebastian’s eyes never left yours. He was glaring at your male friend who kept hugging you and kissing your cheek (on purpose the make Sebastian jealous, but you didn’t know that). The even went well and a lot of money was raised, when you were feeling tired and ready to go home. Your male friend opened the door of the car for you letting you climb in first then turned around and gave Sebastian a smirk before stepping into the car and driving off. Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of you in the arms of your male friend.

-You just had arrived home, changed into sweats and a shirt when the doorbell rang. Thinking that it was your male friend who had dropped you of earlier you went to the door and opened it. You froze once you saw Sebastian standing there in his tuxedo, breathing heavily while staring at you. You were about slam the door in his face, not wanting to see him and reopen the scars he left a few months ago. But Seb was quick and blocked the door by putting his foot in the gap before you could completely close it. “Y/n please let me”, Seb begged you with tears brimming his face. You sighed heavily before letting him in and sitting on the couch in the living room.

-Seb sat next to you and tried to grab your hand but you quickly pulled it back, not wanting to be near him. He sighed, “Y/n I can’t tell you how sorry I am for what I’ve done to you. I let my ex come back and into our relationship. At first when she informed me that she had moved back in town I was happy because she also used to be my best friend”, he started his eyes never leaving mine. “I thought that I still had feelings for her…But the second you left me I realized that I was wrong, I tried giving her a second chance but it didn’t work out and it reminded me that we were toxic for one another. Y/n I still love you and I’m so so sorry for what I’ve put you through…The shame is still eating me alive, but the love I have for you has never faded and each passing day makes me miss you more”, he finished while a tear slowly ran down his face. You closed your eyes, letting Seb’s words run through your head.

-“You hurt me…You humiliated me”, you whispered while thick tears ran down your cheek. You glared at Sebastian, wanting him to see the pain he had caused. Sebastian reached his hand out and wiped your tears away. “I know and I’m so sorry Y/n, but if you could give me a second chance then I’ll show you how much you mean to me”, he begged while scooting closer to you on the couch. You looked away and thought about all those times he made you feel so loved, his sweet and gentle touches, his loving stares, the way he made love to you…You had missed him as much as you hated to admit it…You still loved him

-“Okay…but it’ll take a while for me to forgive and forget but I’m willing to give you a second chance”, you whispered. Sebastian immediately reached his hand out, turned your head to his and pressed his soft lips against yours. You were breathless, having missed the feelings of his lips against yours. Seb kissed you so passionately it made your head spin. He never broke the kiss as he lifted you up with ease and carried you up to your room, where he softly laid you on the bed. The two of you never said a word, only stared at each other as you slowly undressed yourselves. Seb softly pushed you against the bed and hovered above you as he positioned himself in between your legs. “I’ve missed you so much”, he whispered while his hands roamed your body. You gasped as you felt his fingers on your clit and drew harsh circles on them. You panted his name, making him stop his movement and line his length against your entrance. “I love you so much”, Seb whispered before pushing in, making you cry out in pleasure. He groaned having missed the feeling of you wrapped around him. He gave you a minute to adjust before he slowly started moving his hips, thrusting in a firm rhythm. You moved your hips against him, making Seb moan your name as your orgasms were approaching. “Seb”, you gasped as your orgasm came crushing down on you, Seb coming seconds after you. The two of you whimpered before Sebastian moved away from you and lied down next to you. The two of you caught your breaths and cuddled all night long while talking to one another, starting your healing process.

Hope you like this one :D

xxx

Emma

[esmiblood90irisglimmer]

Picture of Me (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5: Afraid

Monday, finally arrive and I have still shaken up that my stalker was somewhere around any corner watching me from a distance. I pretend not to let it bother me but in the end, it did since when I blackout I didn’t wake up till two days later. I was so in shock that I slept through Friday and Saturdays like it was nothing. Old Peggy was right by my side as she whimper and did everything she could while trying to wake me up. I felt extremely guilty for causing my young puppy to worry so much for the past two days. Sunday, I didn’t do much except making sure my door was locked along with my windows three times daily. I don’t even feel safe sleeping in my bedroom anymore not without a baseball bat right next to my side. Even the tiny noises disturb me the most especially at night as I kept assuming that my stalker is attempting to break into my apartment once again.

Last night I didn’t sleep until like 4 am despite the fact I need to awake at 7am since school starts around like at 8: 30 am. Though I didn’t want to leave my bed I can’t stay inside my apartment forever. Beside Lafayette and the other would worry about me since they went ballistic when I told them when my apartment was broken in. They spend the night during the weekends in order to make sure none of this happens again until George took over until my locks were replaced. I’m grateful that everybody was concerned about my safety and Old Peggy as well. I just couldn’t bring myself into revealing the truth that I have a stalker. Would they believe me or just brush it off saying that it was my imagination? I especially couldn’t tell Washington since it took me forever into letting me live on my own since Lafayette needed a place to stay. So I gave up my bedroom just for him while I live at the apartment complex not far from the Washington places.

I haven’t visited them since I’m afraid that the creep will eventually hurt them if I ever visited them. Hell, I don’t even visit Hercules nor John place anymore because of my fears that the stalker that would threaten me that he/she would hurt them. Luckily they didn’t find it weird but more like I was being paranoid since my apartment was broken in...by my stalkers that least...that what I knew for sure. Everyone else assumes it was a quick and run robbery in which the only thing was taken was my journal and my photos of me and Lafayette happily playing in the snow when we 11 or 12 at the age. Still, at least I can make sure to keep everybody else.

I was sitting in class while being on the fidgety side since I sit at the back next to a large window frame, which my stalker can easily see me. At least I can wear my hoodie where I can hide my face easily. I just went on my day like it was any other normal days despite the multiple text messages and phone calls but I kept my phone on silent. My friends and I continually goof around the hallways as we annoyed some of the classmates. Soon study hall finally arrive as we did completely nothing except a few missing assignment or play games on our phones. I mostly would play games on my phone but I didn’t want to deal with the text messages nor the miss calls. Luckily, being smart enough to bring my own laptop as I thought about watching a movie on Netflix.

Once I open it my laptop completely went all haywire like it being hacked at the moment. What the fuck?! I never had this type of problem before, I tried pushing some of my keys on my laptop watching suddenly my skype account was automatically logged on. Including the video chat as I saw myself on the video screen as I saw another person all dress in black from head to toes. Wearing dark sunglasses while wearing a black mask to cover his nose and mouth. I felt myself shaking at the moment but no can really tell since I was in the back of the classroom and everybody were just minding their own business. I literally froze at the moment as this person was just staring at me, I could tell that this fucking psychopath was smiling at me.

“Alexander Hamilton....my, my, my, have you grown?” It spoke before noticing that my stalker was a male because of the appearance of his jaw lines despite his entire face being covered. I didn’t say anything but almost attempting to grab my phone in order to dial Washington number but I never got the chance as he spoke.

“Don’t you ever fucking call that Washington person! If you do...I wonder what would happen to his lovely wife” he said while chuckling devilishly that brought shivers down to my spine. I wasn’t sure how anyone couldn’t hear him beside me at the moment. Especially when I have my laptop at the maximum volume. Putting my hands back on the keyboards so he can see them directly with his own eyes. The fucking bastard began chuckling once again.

“What do you want” I whisper while growling beneath my breath so no one else can listen to our conversation. My stalkers didn’t say anything at the moment but just stare at me like he was staring straight into my soul. I felt uncomfortable at the moment...I was eyeing for someone who can understand the uneasy look on my face but so far nothing. Everyone was just minding their own business as unusual being unaware of my situation. I sigh mentality as I knew this cunt was enjoying the frustration and the fear that was playing away from my body.

“Please don’t be afraid, my child. I’m not here to hurt you” my stalker spoke in a gentle tone as if he were not an enemy. I was so angry at this man who made me feel vulnerable for the past two weeks. I glare at him with pure rage and hatred...but I couldn’t raise my voice and so I spoke a low angry whisper voice.

“Not here to hurt me?! Yeah right, you fucking bastard. You have been stalking me for the past two weeks!”

“I didn’t have any other choice, Alexander! Look please try to understand tomorrow night, here at the front doors of your school. But no tricks..cause if you do...Your beloved brother...Lafayette will get it” My stalker spoke before showing me a huge hunting knife and the picture that was stolen from my apartment. This crazy man stabs the picture where Lafayette was at in an aggressive matter. My heart began sinking deeper and deeper as I felt numb from top to bottom. Covering my mouth I prevent myself from screaming or bursting into tears.

“I....I..understand....tomorrow at the front doors at my school..at 9 o'clock” I replied as I stutter a bit while knowing that man was grinning underneath his face mask.

“Good boy. But remember no funny tricks” My stalkers logged off Skype as I felt nothing but numb throughout my entire body. Soon I began the school ringing letting us that the entire school day is finally over. I slam shut my laptop and quickly gathered my stuff as I bolted out of the classroom. I kept on running and running nonstop with tears streaming down my face. Didn’t bother the people that exchange their looks on my appearance. But I brush them off since I just want to get home...just the comfort of my apartment.

I finally arrive at my apartment before my legs began shaking underneath me as I collapse onto the kitchen floor. Tears furiously stream down my cheeks until finally, I began breaking down. I didn’t know if I was crying or screaming or perhaps both. I also have taken every deep breath my chest kept getting tighter and tighter. Trying to get myself uncontrol as I slowly began counting from one to ten in French. It only took about ten or twenty for me to regain my breathing before shaking I walked to my room. Collapsing onto the bed as I cried myself to sleep.

Sorry, if it wasn’t good

[matesinspace]

The Cheese Lover vs. The Brooding Soldier

"Relax, I think you're gonna like him! You both have a military background.”

"Why do I have to meet another one of your exes?"  

"Because he's gonna be staying over at our ship for a while. We need him to get through to the Andromedan Galaxy. He's a bounty hunter, too."

A vein bulged in the man’s forehead. "We already have one of your gamer nerd boyfriends here."

"Maxie, they're both doing us a favor! Please." Firebird held his large hands in hers, comforting him. "They'll be gone before you know it."

He relaxed a bit, eyebrows furrowing. "All right, Rosie." A smirk.

She rolled her eyes at him as she walked away.

"I love you, Maxie boy! Don't forget that." Turning on her heels, she looked him in the eye. "Even if all my exes conveniently show up at the same time, you're the only one for me."

"Pfft." Maximus caught the kiss in the air and placed it on his chest.

The doorbell rang again, reminding them of the visitor's presence. "Doorbell!" Nick's voice rang from one of the rooms, irritating the soldier.

"I'm in the middle of a stream here, could one of you go get it?"

"On it!" Firebird chirped. Unlocking the complex series of locks, she was greeted by a giant of a man. Muscular and stocky, with an eyepatch over his right eye, he looked every bit the pirate.

"Rosetta!" His deep voice bellowed, sounding something like Thor in the Avengers.

"Mike!" The man went in for a hug but she ducked quickly out of the way.

"This is my boyfriend, Captain Maximus of the Diagons."

The man's expression hardened. He turned to Max and held out his hand. "The name's Mike."

Maximus took one looked at Mike’s downturned hand and kept his arms crossed. Merely acknowledging the other man’s presence, he put an arm around Firebird and started walking.

Mike glowered at him, grinning passive-aggressively. “Not a talker, bud?”

“Yeah, he’s the silent type!” Firebird explained sheepishly. “By the way, we’ll be showing you to your room now!”

They showed him to the second guest room, right beside Nick’s, where his commentary and video game music could be heard.

“Nice of you folks to let me stay here while I lend my services.” Sticking his fingers into his belt loops, he smirked at his red-haired host. “Can I come over to your room and visit you when you’re lonely, Rosetta?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Maximus cut in, intervening.

“Lighten up, will ya?” Mike chuckled. “Can’t you take a joke?”

“You’re still not allowed in our room.” His voice was a frigid deadpan as he sized up the other male.

“I’ll have you know Firebird and I are in the same line of work. You’ll never understand her the way I do… you’ll also never know her the way I do.” The suggestive smile on Mike’s face made Maximus want to scrape it off with a cheese grater. Or a chainsaw.

Raising his hand to give Max a patronizing slap on the back, Mike was shocked when the soldier responded with a firm grip.

“C-calm down!” Firebird began, but in a second, they were at each other’s throats, attacking each other with various forms of laser weaponry. The aggression from earlier’s interactions got too pent up and could only be sated with violence.

“FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, WILL YOU GET ALONG OR BOTH OF YOU ARE OUT OF MY LIFE!”

Grunting, the two men stopped trying to kill each other.

“I’m trying to make this work. Okay? I know both of you hate each other right now, but it will be over soon. You’ll never see each other again.”

She turned to Maximus. “We need to talk.”

As they strode up to the ship roofdeck, Mike shot Maximus a proud “You’re in trouble!” smirk then disappeared into his room to make love to his favorite food in the world.

Nick’s head popped out into the doorway. “Can you guys keep it down? I’m trying to stream and the laser sounds are wreaking havoc on my audio.”

SHIP ROOFDECK

"I can see why you broke up with him. What an asshole.”

“He’s … that type of alpha male. The weird kind? Just think of him as Donald Trump and try not to take him too seriously.” Firebird sighed. “This is for you and your sanity, remember? We need him to-”

“Yeah, the lost Andromedan Galaxy.” He put a hand behind Firebird’s head and pulled her onto his chest. “Thanks a lot, FB. I’ll try not to blow him up while he’s here.”

Face buried on his chest, she replied cheekily. “Thanks, that would be great. Also, can you not use me as a stress ball?”

He let go of her after one last squeeze, then watched her walk to the end of the room. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

Ala "To All The Boys I've Loved Before," the redhead approached a cabinet of boxes full of names (raising questions for Max, of course). They were gifts from her exes, too valuable to throw away and too expensive to sell until she found the right buyer.

Heartless? Sentimental? Neither! She was being smart.

She opened a box with Mike's name on it, and out came a cask of expensive-looking collector’s blue cheese with angel dust sprinkled on top. Firebird recalled it was grown with a rare mold as well as alien royal jelly, used to create queens of an exotic insect species on an faraway planet.

Interestingly, the cheese had a suspicious hole in the middle.

The memories came flooding back.

"Mike, I'm home!" Firebird called out in her usual A pair of jeans spread out over the couch caught her eye. Squinting suspiciously, she crossed over to the kitchen to find Nick's boxers on the floor... near the counter.

What was going on? A shirt (at least what was left of it) was strewn around the hallway as she made her way to the bedroom.

"Either he's getting murdered by a rapist alien who likes to remove clothing before eating its victims, or he's cheating on me." She narrowed her eyes. "It better not be the second one."

The telltale signs were there. Soon enough, the telltale sounds filled her ears.

Nick's uncontrollable moaning erupted from behind the door. "OH OH yes... my baby, you are so good to me! Ooooooohhhhhh! Oh! You want to feel daddy inside you again? Naughty little girl, I could just eat you up!"

...

She took one of her explosives (the one that beeped with a death rattle before going off) and left it on the floor, calmly getting into the only escape pod left in the ship. Selectively sucking in all her belongings (a useful feature for quick escapes), she pushed a button and was on her way to her best friend.

Before she left, she heard Nick scream out. "OH. I just wanna spread you all over me! Oh, let me taste you and lick you all over mmhm..."

?

Why did it seem like he was talking about condiments? Whatever. She didn’t need someone who didn’t understand how busy she was. She didn’t need someone who couldn’t wait for her. She didn’t need a cheater.

If you don't love someone anymore, just leave them. Don't break their heart that way.

MEL’S DINER

Firebird walked coldly into the diner, surprising even Nailah. “Uh, girl? … what happened?”

In seconds, she was a hot mess, tears and whimpering flooding nonstop from her petite frame. Nailah hugged her immediately. “Oh my God. You can tell me. Shhhh, your bestie’s here to-”

The girl pulled out a knife. “Kill whoever did this to you, my sweet smol child, don’t worry.”

“I don’t know why anyone would cheat on me! Is something wrong with me!? Am I ugly!? Am I too busy? This is the first time this has happened to me and I have no clue what to do or what to feel God it hurts so much and I just wanna cry and be depressed but I also want to stick a fork in his eyeball we were dating for quite a while now and I thought he was the one because he and I are in the same line of work and are supposed to understand each other-”

“Mike.” Nailah growled, under her breath. Leaving the knife on the table, she gave FB her Comfort-o-Matic stuff toy (saved for moments like this) and calmly went to order fries at the diner counter.

A jazz band was singing onstage.

Your cheatin' heart

Will pine some day

And crave the love

You threw away

The time will come

When you'll be blue

Your cheatin' heart

Will tell on you

“Not now! Something snappy!” Nailah snapped, throwing a bunch of bills into the request-a-song jar.

Why do you build me up Buttercup, baby

Just to let me down and mess me around

And then worst of all you never call, baby

When you say you will but I love you still-

“SOMETHING HAPPY.”

You're just too good to be true

I can't take my eyes off you

You'd be like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

“Okay, that’s better!” Food in tow, she went to her scorned friend and picked up the knife.

“Be right back, darling!”

“N-no it’s okay, I blew up his ship… to think I’d ever live with a cheater.” She sobbed. “Would a guy cheat on someone he really loved? Or are men just fickle?”

If only there was a way to erase the trauma. Nailah thought hard. FB was a good girl, but she was naive. Maybe Nick wasn’t cheating. Maybe there was a misunderstanding. She hoped so.

No one would cheat on her Rosetta. She didn’t believe it.

“FB? Remember the security cams you asked me to set up in your room? Uh, to make sure no one would kill you in your sleep?”

Tapping into them, Nailah took one look at the footage and almost cried from laughing.

“Wh-why? Let me see that…” Firebird sighed, peeking at her friend’s tablet.

"Girl, you have to see this! Hoo boy!”

Security cam footage of Nick repeatedly ramming a block of cheese onto his sausage.

“Woah, I knew he loved cheese, but I didn’t know it was that bad…”

Suddenly, the death rattle goes off and he frantically gets up. “ROSIE? ROSETTA! THERE’S A BOMB, WE HAVE TO EVACUATE!”

He grabs his precious block of cheese, looks at it one last time, and slams it onto the device.

"... my death bomb can be foiled by cheese?"

"Uh, I'll have to look into why, but hey, at least he didn't get blown up for something he didn't do right?"

"Hm, true!" Firebird's playful smile returned, her cheeks regaining color.

So he was faithful after all. "Ohh hmm love you being all over me, baby... oh yeah..." Nick continued rubbing himself with cheese.

???

Nailah turned off the recording. "Ew. So, you uh goin' back?"

"Yeah. He probably won't notice I'm gone."

She smiled brightly at her best friend. “Thanks for always being there for me, Nailah!”

“For sure!” A sweet hug between the two girls. “Be careful out there, okay? Also, remember to not have sex or else you’ll get pregnant and die. If anyone tries to hurt or rape you-”

“I get it MOM!” Firebird says, teasing her.

“Hey! We’re batchmates!”

“You brought the designated mom friend role on yourself!”

“Whatever!”

After a few more laughs and eeeys, FB was gone. Nailah smiled nostalgically at one of their really bad college photos, which happened to be her phone wallpaper. “You’re still that kid, huh? Never change.”

A posh voice broke through the air. Emphatically, it declared “I HEARD MY PRECIOUS ROSETTA HAS BEEN CHEATED ON AND HAVE ARRIVED WITH ROSES, CHOCOLATES, TISSUES, AND ICE CREAM!”

“Oh, hey Elduin.”

Elduin gasped, ruffling his expensive fur robes. “Nailah? Where is FB?”

“Oh, she just left. You missed her.”

The sound of Firebird’s spacepod leaving made Elduin groan. “Oh, fuck me in my snowy white elf behind!”

Nailah:

Elduin:

Nailah:

Elduin: uh ok I’ll be going now bye

BACK AT THE SHIP

“WHERE WERE YOU? I thought you left me for good. I panicked when I saw all your stuff was missing and I was just about to leave!” He hugged her tightly in those strong, muscle-bound arms. Everything would have been perfect if he didn’t smell like a mixture of body fluids and cheese.

Running a gentle hand down a scar on his arm, she lay her head on his chest. “I’m glad you didn’t get blown up. I’m sorry I thought you were cheating on me!”

"Unbelievable. I would never." Mike assured her. “Hold on, I’ll take a shower then I’ll be right back. We can go on a date!”

Entering his 1-second-shower machine, he emerged squeaky clean and threw on some clothes. “Do  you wanna go hunting for forbidden treasures? I found an underground temple raining with diamonds! Or or-”

“Sounds great!” Firebird said, eyes sparkling. “But for tonight… I think I wanna just stay inside with you. We can watch earth movies!”

Nick’s expression softened. “You must be tired from crying. I’m sorry. I’d never do that, okay?”

Carrying her onto the sofa, he let her use him as a pillow while they watched her favorite earth movies known as “chick flicks.” He even gave her the magical cheese made from royal jelly that he won at a large auction because he knew Firebird loved (selling) collector’s items.

He gave her his cheese. That was how much he loved Rosetta.

Patting her head softly, he ran his large fingers through her long red hair. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I’m not that small!”

“Relatively, you are.”

GRRRRRRRRRRR

“Shh, you’re moody again. You know what, I’ll bring out the drinks.”

“You don’t have to-”

The man was off like a shot because the only thing he loved as much as cheese was alcohol.

“Maybe one sip!”

Mike nodded and poured Firebird one half of a shot, then downed the rest of the bottle. She lapped at it once and put on a sour expression.

“Come on. Drink it all.”

Reluctantly drinking ½ of a shot she was given, she held out her empty cup.

He poured her one whole shot this time and downed another bottle. “Why do you like this?” Firebird exclaimed.

BACK TO PRESENT TIME

Max was bemused at Firebird’s story. “So he’s a cheese-o-phile AND a drunk? What a messed up creep.”

“By the way, I also have to explain something!” She cried, turning red. “Mike… thinks we had sex. But we didn’t! We never did! He was just very very drunk!”

She continued her story.

THIRTY BOTTLES OF WINE LATER…

Mike’s face was flushed completely red, his body shivering with glee (and the high). “Hooo, that feels great!” He roared, an absent-minded arm around his girlfriend’s neck.

“You smell awful!” She teased.

“Not as awful as what I’m about to do to you, my baby girl…”

Placing her on his lap, he forcibly kissed her neck and restrained her by the waist. She had to admit he was a great kisser, and feeling his rough caresses and hungry kisses made her weak at the knees. However...

Nailah’s words echoed in her head: Also, never have sex or you will get pregnant and die…

Without hesitation, she took the royal cheese Nick gave her and opened it, releasing its pungent smell in the air. But Nick loved it.

“Oh, Rosetta, you’re tapping into my desires! I LOVE IT MMMHMM. Put it on me!”

He began to fumble with his pants, but at least he let her go! “Uhm, you have fun!”

She tiptoed away from him, but heard him kissing the cheese. “Oh, my Rosetta, you’re so beautiful… such a good kisser! Oh, let me go inside-”

She slammed the door to her room and tried to drift off to sleep.

BACK TO THE PRESENT

“Disgusting. I hope I never see that.” Max shuddered.

“Anyway!” Firebird began, brightly. “Give this to Nick! Apologize and become friends since he’s helping us! Go! Go!”

At Firebird’s coaxing, Max made his way to Mike’s room and knocked on the door.

“Come in!”

He was greeted by the “pleasant sound” of cheese slurching, melting, and spreading on Mike’s sausage. “Oh wait! Don’t come in! It’s a habit for me to say that! CLOSE THE DOOR!”