#so I thought it’s ok I’ll just take them and pour them down the sink

[try-and-try-and-try-again]

They’re making me drink f***ing ensure I can’t take this.

[jupiter-letters]

Having thoughts about Husband!Art and his hands...

A/N: A little fic this weepy eyed blonde boy, I watched challengers yesterday and I'm obsessed.I need Art like carnally. People being hot in movies is so back dude. This was written with a fem!reader(afab, no other physical description will be written) in mind. This is my first attempt at smut so go easy on me I beg.🙏🏽

Word count: 1476

TW: Sexu*l content, f*ngering, reader just having a rough day in general.

divider cred || palestine links

One of the things that attracted you to your husband was his hands. The way his muscles in his hands tighten when he grips his racket, how he holds his coffee mug when takes a sip of coffee in the morning and the way they glide against your skin when you make love.

After having a difficult day he'd like to put those hands to use for you as he so often loves to do....

You walk into your home and make a beeline toward your bathroom, you need to get the grime of the day off you. You don't even notice Art on his laptop on the couch, he was about to greet you before he saw the look on your face. He just watches you kick off your shoes and drop your bag on the floor. You always greet him when you get home but he can tell it's been one of those days. He shuts his laptop off and the tv then makes his way to your bedroom. He spots your scattered clothes all over the floor and hears the roar of the bathtub's spout coming to life.

Art leans up against the door to hear what you might be doing, he hesitates before knocking on the door. "Baby?" The sound of running water stops and he hears a small tired voice answer, "Come in.." He opens the door to the sight of you naked and bare, head down in front of the mirror. He looks at you for a moment and turns his eyes to the floor as he shuts the bathroom door behind him. You turn your head toward him but avoid his eyes, he doesn't force you to meet his gaze.

  Art moves behind you in silence and touches your shoulders just to test the waters of how much you're willing to be touched at this moment. You accept it, not moving away but not leaning into it. He wraps his body around you and kisses your shoulders. He kisses up to the  back of your neck. "You wanna talk about it?", he asks as you take a moment to answer such a simple question. You just shake your head, still silent, you do turn around and look up at him. He looks into your eyes, a silent understanding takes over him. "Ok." He whispers, Art moves over to the bathtub and turns the knob back on. He goes to the sink cabinet and grabs some bubble bath. He pours some of the liquid in the water and glides in his hand in the water to make sure the temperature's perfect for you. Once the tub is full you step inside and breathe a sigh of relief. The sweet smell of the bubbles and the warm water expels the tension from your body. Art kneels next the tub, he crosses his arms over the rim and lays his head on his forearms. He gives you a small smile and you return it, you both gaze at each other in quiet admiration. Art takes a hand and caresses your knee with such tenderness, the feeling of his lithe fingers brings you such comfort.

 He moves his body forward and moves his hand further down your thigh looking at you for permission to keep going. You nod your head looking at him expectantly wondering what he was planning to do. Very slowly he slides his hand into the water in between your thighs, eyes laser focused on his own actions. You can feel him gently part your folds, using his index and middle finger to stroke your clit. He moves them slowly up and down, ghosting your entrance. Art looks back up at you when he hears you gasp quietly, he smiles again at the sound. “You want some more baby? Don’t worry I’ll give it to you, I’m gonna take care of you.” he purrs at you, but you won’t get what you want so quickly, he lives to tease you. He adds more pressure to your bud and rubs in more circular motions. Your breath quickens and you lull your head to the side pressing against the tub's rim. He stops for a moment just to move closer to your head so he can kiss your cheek and move onto your lips. You position your body closer to his head and crane your head to taste his lips more. Art continues stroking your clit, rubbing and pinching it between his fingers. He swallows every gasp, groan and whimper you make, stretching the muscles in his neck as far as he can to reach your mouth. The sensation of him touching you and the heat from the water has covered your body in a light sheen of moisture, everything about you is so wet and pliant. He finally feels that you’re ready to take his fingers, he stops kissing you. He wants to look in your eyes as he slides them, he wants to see your mouth part and hear a raspy moan slip from your lips. 

 There’s nothing Art loves more than the look of dazed bliss you get when he’s inside of your body. As he prods your entrance he watches you closely, “Sweetheart look at me…” ,he murmurs. You look up at him, hungry and waiting, the moment you do he slides his fingers eliciting a high pitched moan from you, mouthing widening in pleasure. He continues his slow pace, you can feel the metal of his wedding ring brush up against your lips as he pushes his fingers deeper. He leaves kisses all over your face before returning to your lips, smiling into the kiss. He opens his eyes for a moment to see your legs writhing and clenching around his hand when he curls his fingers every so slightly. The sight makes his arousal even stronger than before, a small wet spot makes its appearance in his sweatpants.  He wouldn’t even need to touch himself, the sight alone of you slowly reaching your peak is enough to make him cum all on his own. The tension in your core continues to build, Art notices you shuddering and finally lets you have what you want. He puts his fingers in as far as he can and makes a scissoring gesture along with curling them pressing into your g-spot at random. As he does this it becomes harder to focus on his mouth devouring you and mind begins to go blank. You grip your hands onto his forearm and shoulder to anchor yourself. He angles his head to kiss the underside of your jaw while he increases his pace. The water in the tub starts to move violently as your body shakes and your legs thrash. You make the attempt to kiss Art again but are overwhelmed by the sounds that escape your mouth, he lets you moan into his mouth keeping his eyes closed and savoring the sounds. One final beckon of his fingers sends you over the edge, tilting your head back, orgasm rippling throughout your body. Art nuzzles his nose against yours and presses his forehead to yours. 

It’s a full minute before he pulls his fingers out of you, when he does he drags his hand up and over your stomach. Between your breasts and glides up the side of your neck, he takes his thumb and caresses your lips before sliding them into his mouth. He smiles down at you and giggles. You laugh with him, “What?” you ask curiously. “I was supposed to help you get clean, not sweaty,” he says with a grin. You laugh again at his statement, “Well…it doesn’t matter, I do feel better now.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, he moves over to the towel holder on the wall and grabs one for you. You wipe some of the suds off you before you stand to be embraced by him with the towel. While he holds you, you notice he’s still hard. You look at him surprised, “You want me to take care of that?” He looks down as if he forgot too. “Oh! No baby it’s ok, I wanted this to be all about you, don’t worry about me.” he tells you softly. His statement makes you soften even more, you step out of the tub next to him. You take the towel from him and wrap it around yourself. “Thank you Art, I mean it. I really needed that.” You take his face into your hand and kiss his lips. “Of course, these hands aren’t just good at tennis y’know. You can use them anytime you want.” he replies smugly. You jokingly push his face away and make your way out of the bathroom looking back at him with a smile. He follows close behind and shuts the door behind him.

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[danger-bird]

"Obedience suits you, sparrow."

Ok,ok... listen....hear me out....... This story has been buzzing, festering in my hippocampus since yesteday, and now that I had time I slammed it out on a keyboard. It IS my OC-incert, so it's not technically an Ais x gn!reader, but I did avoid names in case a few crazy eyes, possession and a light sprinkle of amnesia is no biggie... Have fun, okie byee❤️ *scampers off , hides in their cave*

“Obedience suits you, Sparrow.”

Their small talk turned into a teasing banter quickly enough. They’ve been having a sneaking suspicion his worrying about them “almost dying again, running into a Soulless, or another roughneck”, is just him finding excuses to spend more time together. Not that they mind - even with his escorts, the walks always end too quickly.

They bark out a laugh as they turn a corner, slipping into the twisting backstreets behind the Wick. The night is cold, moonless - there are very few people outside, walking around the city.

“Since when? Either way, blind obedience is no fun - I thought you liked a challenge.”

It would be pitch black if not for the light seeping through the windows of the houses lining the narrow alleys. It’s dark – but not dark enough to miss the smirk stretching over his face.

“I do. Making it a challenge, then?”

“Do you want me to make it a challenge?” - they tease and peer up at his face, waiting for a reaction. His expression shifts somehow, but they can’t quite place in what way. He looks at them quietly, not saying anything, so they shift their gaze ahead and shake their head with an exhale, a light smile on their lips.

“Sparrows have been given wings to fly, Ais. I’ll never give you obedience like this.”

He gives a weak smile that drops immediately. His expression is unreadable. They hurry a few steps forward, trying to avoid his unnerving gaze.

He slows down, feeling his thoughts rippling at the edges, unfurling like a loose-knit cloth. His consciousness gradually sinks backwards as he quickly loses sensation in his skin, his hands, his face. The realization hits a moment too late.

Numbly, he can feel another presence emerging forward - a looming darkness casting an impenetrable shadow over his mind, wrapping its sticky tendrils around hazy thoughts, a horrible dread reaching forward…

In an instant, a sharp pain splits through his head, his awareness violently yanked forward like being pulled out of water. A low chime reverberates through his mind, overwhelming his senses… and keeping only his thoughts in focus, drowning out any other to barely a whisper.

“You can’t just take someone’s free will. You certainly can’t have mine. You can earn loyalty, my friendship… but that’s not the way to do it.”

They turn back to look at him, eyes radiating an unnatural shimmer: the color of blazing hot sunlight beaming off of molten gold. In the dim alleyway, their glow is bright enough to cast a light over their face, making their solemn expression that much more unsettling. Any other voices are now nothing more than a muffled babble. Their quiet, serene voice is stretching and twisting, almost splitting in two as it barely coalesces into an audible sound. Despite that, their words ring loud and crystal-clear in his head.

“A good heart means nothing without conviction… and a heart without conviction cannot be helped by anybody. Until your heart finds the conviction to seek out its own goodness, don’t come looking for mine.”

They turn around and take a few steps forward, stopping right before turning a corner and speaking quietly, still facing the street ahead.

“…Loyalty is not the same as obedience. It’ll do you good to learn the difference.”

They disappear behind the corner of a building without so much as looking back. The alley suddenly feels cold again, a drift whistling through the narrow streets between buildings and pouring onto the main street ahead. The dim light from a lone lamppost on the corner shivers before flickering out completely.

.

.

.

When they enter the Wet Wick, their head is swimming, unable to remember what happened after the alarming sense of unease washed over them back there. Mind still hazy, they drag themselves to the bar when Leander calls them over, Kuras keeping an eye on them as they approach.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Sweet Stuff Hits The Senses

Thomas Maxwell Raymond Bates is my best friends dad who I am madly and extremely in love with since I was a kid and today is the day that all changes when I decide to makes a cup of coffee to say thank you for inviting me.Unfortunately! I had bought a huge can of it that it would need to be used frequently so I had a idea of sorts and left the kitchen to go retrieve my bag which wicked intentions on my mind for a hot minute I thought I would try and chicken out.I flip the top up poking a hole in to the sheet of foil covering up the can letting the aroma fill the room with such a sweet bitter taste and I unload the vial in to the contents of the can as the mixture completely sinking deep in to the room.I shut the can tightening the cover as lift it up on the air shaking it up as it mixes all of them together the aroma getting stronger then before and it is crazy when the smell is so wonderful filling up to the brim of the home.The coffee pot is washed and on top of one counter as I fill it up with the beams with a volume of water and pour in a huge amount of my new coffee mix and place it on to the stove as it begins to leave a intoxicating stench.Exiting through the glass screen door as the notes of Hypnotic coffee buds thriving as they are getting stronger and bolder slipping under the Master bedroom and in to it diving deep through both of his nostrils making his shiver then wake up.

“Oh Hey Lawrence!”

“Mr Bates”

“Call me Tom”

“I’ll grab some coffee “

“Sure Tom”

“Agreed “

“Mmmmmm…..”

“This taste so sweet”

“But it’s bitter “

“Why don’t you just drink it?”

“I’ll take a sip”

“Gulp it up “

“All of it?”

“Be a big brave man”

“Ok Lawrence “

“Call me Master Lawrence “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“What is so funny?”

“Because you just submitted “

“Wait! What no?”

“Drop to your knees”

“Oh My God!”

“You at enjoying this just admit it”

Kneeling next to him cupping his chin and lift it up forcing the cup down his mouth as he pours it in to his throat it is descending into his bloodstream becoming one with him as it all fades into nothingness because I am all powerful.I glass watching Tom look like a damn pussy because he has lived a life based on how he looks, attitude and uber masculinity but now all that world is differently because he is all mine for a lifetime no going back as he is my slave.He reaches his arms around my waist holds on very tight wrapping them as he grows on me even tighter then I can imagine and he is digging my knees in to my pants inhaling all of my scent through his nostrils and he loves it.

“Oh Master Lawrence!”

“Will you serve me willingly?”

“All do my life “

“Give me everything you are “

“You already have it “

“Everything you own “

“It’s yours”

“I am your life “

“You absorb me in to your soul”

“You exist for me”

“Nothing else but me matters”

“I am all you know “

“I am all you are aware of”

“You give yourself willingly to me”

“You have no power”

“No need and desire “

“I am your life “

“Stand up “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Disrobe “

“Let’s go to your room”

“Take these clothes and get dressed”

“Yes Master”

“You love me completely in all ways”

“Yes! I love you “

“God! I do Master”

“We have lost of plans today “

Heading in to his bedroom the door close behind us as I pin him to the wall before he enjoys my gaze upon his massive body go limp when he gets undressed and he quickly gets dressed.I command him to stare in to the long length mirror his reflection is beautiful to behind he of course is no longer admiring himself only me and he loves me truly so I grab his ass and pat him tightly.

“Today is the day of great change”

“You are a new man”

“You were born to be better “

“Used by me”

“You will be better “

“A man worthy of notice “

“Assholes are all over l

“You will learn to be better”

“You will learn to grow “

“You will be so much more improved “

“People are evil “

“You will be a beautiful golden light “

“You will shine above them “

“You will dress to perfection “

“Enjoy work”

“Take care of me”

“Worship me”

“Learnt to be it all”

“I hate others”

“I will train you to be the most likable”

“Kind and caring “

“Supportive and hardworking “

“Giving me life “

“Breathing in to a new you “

“You will forget all else “

“Love me”

“Protect me”

“Care for me”

“Be all mine”

The end

[stardancerluv]

When the Predator Becomes the Prey

Part 4

Summary: Remembering the beginning.

Notes/Warnings: Language, Implied sex, implied illegal behavior. (Be safe) Shifted the pov to reader…wanted to give a different view of him & her. A little longer of a chapter! Thank you for reading. Enjoy!

❤️s, feedback, comments & reblogs are appreciated.

Your heart was still racing from riding Nicky at the dinner table. Still breathless gripping the white porcelain edge of the pedestal sink you eyed your reflection. Your hair was in complete disarray, your cheeks were flushed and you were certain, he had left bruises on your hips from where he held you in place. He had channeled in his anger into his passion that you brought out of him just as you had channeled your angst over the entire situation.

“Doll, the take-out is getting cold.” Nicky’s voice came through the door. “Don’t stay in there all night.”

You pressed your lips together and grimaced. “I’ll be right out.” You called back.

You had not meant to make him so angry but now, now you felt much better. Worry had been prickling at you. Stepping back, you eyed the gentle swell. Becoming a mother had not ever been on your personal to-do list. But the attraction between you had been stronger then anything you had ever felt. Your body and had eagerly taken his seed as you had responded to that easy smirk, touch or kisses.

You had always thought he was bad news. He still was but was on the other side of life. There was a razor’s edge to him that you were certain, would lead to your death. It still could. Damn, maybe it was pregnancy brain or the chemistry you had between the two of you, but you’d happily die on that razor edge for him.

You splashed some cool water on your face and turning you headed back out. He had placed your fork back beside your plate.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist as you walked by. His thumb easily caressing you.

“Are you better?”

His were warm, the anger was gone but the determination he had in most situations was there in the sky blue.

You nodded.

“Let me hear you say it.”

“I am better Nicky. I am sorry I doubted you, I mean us.” You quickly spoke over the you.

“Good. Now don’t fucking let those insecurities win again.”

“I won’t.”

*******

You snapped awake. Glancing, around you spotted, What to Expect When Expecting was open and sitting on the coffee table and a blanket was draped over you.

“Nick? Nicky?”

Looking around you spotted light pouring from under the door of his room. He took care of things in there, he prepared and he finished things there as well. You never went in there.

Pulling the blanket aside, you went over. You knocked softly. “Nicky?”

You heard some shuffling on the other side, you backed up.

“Hey there sleepy head.” He gave you a half smile.

You smiled, feeling as he looked you up and down. “Are you ok?”

“Yup.” You nodded. “Just woke up.”

“I’m almost done in here.”

“Ok! You said brightly. “I was thinking of taking a bath.”

His eyes lit up. “Want me to join you?”

You were warmed by the thought. “Could be nice.”

“Alright, why don’t you get it started and I will he there shortly.”

********

You sat on the rim of the tub watching the water begin to rise. Taking a the cork out of glass bottle, with a smile you happily sniffed at the rose-hip oil before pouring some into the water.

Carefully you pulled your now wrinkled dress off and with your panties; you tossed them into the hamper. Opening your vanity, grabbing a hair tie and put your hair up.

Holding onto the rim and your tummy with careful moves; sighing you immersed yourself into the water. Relief filled you. This felt so good.

You were glad, Nicky was in a better mood. You had not meant to upset him. You remembered when you had first saw him.

******

You eyed your reflection in the backroom and twirled.

“Hi girlie, look at you.” Stacy snapped her gum and came up behind her. She smiled at your reflection. “You look hot.”

You nudged her away. “I am not.”

“You are the boys out there will love you.”

You rose an eyebrow. “All the better for tips.”

“We’ll see.”

“Go get em, girl.”

You forced a smile and went over to the double doors. Taking a quick breath you went out there.

The clinking of glasses, the hum of conversation broken up by some shrill laughs filled the air.

You saw some prospects but you hesitated, continuing to move among the tables. Before you realized it, you had walked towards the back. That’s when you saw him.

A lone man, you caught sight of him before he saw you.

“Hello there handsome, is there anything I can get you?”

With a breath, you managed your best smile. Though, your nervousness made your heart skip a few beats.

Then he looked up from his phone. Your heart picked up speed, he was so handsome. The most attractive man you ever laid your eyes on.

Hair fantastically slicked back, a glint of chain laid on under his button down shirt and their was a twinkle in his dark eyes.

He slipped his phone away, his lips curled into a smirk. “Give me a twirl baby?”

Annoyance prickled you. Your smile tightened on your face. “I’m not for sale.”

“Am I trying to buy you? No. Now give me a twirl.” His voice was sharp.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” Pressing your lips together, you twirled.

“Very nice.”

He leaned toward you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Look, I got some important guys coming in. Wanna be the girl for our table tonight, and I’ll treat you right?”

You put a hand on your hip. “I’m not sure I can do that.”

You nervously glance around.

“Go tell your boss, Adam is asking for you.” He sat back and smirked.

“Oh alright.” You muttered under your breath and fluttered off.

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you made your way back to Tommy’s office. You took a breath and knocked.

“Yeah?!“

Opening the door, you peaked around it. You smiled despite how your stomach lurched at the sight of him. He always reminded you on a toad perched on a rock waiting to snatch a fly out of the air. Not once he had raised his voice to you, but he still grossed you out.

“Yes, sugar?”

You swallowed, you came more into his office. You blinked at the the swirls of cigar smoke in the small room.

“Some guy named Adam asked if I could be the girl for his table tonight.”

“Adam, huh?” He sat back in his seat, making it creak and groan under him. “Have you met him before?”

You shook your head. “No sir.”

“He’s a pretty big deal, one of our steady clients; Lambert thinks he’s a good man.”

“Ok.” You didn’t know what else to say, you didn’t know exactly what that meant.

“Be your usual sweet self. If he asks for anything unusual tell me.”

“Unusual?”

Tommy moved forward practically bracing himself against his large desk. “Blow, girls who are not ours.” The rest of his words were garbled in his big lips.

You nodded. Stacy had told you interesting things went down there but the pay was good. This would be your introduction to it, you guessed.

“Now you be a good girl because if he complains about you, I won’t be happy.”

“Yes, sir.”

As you made your way back; you don’t know why but your heart kind of sank when you saw one of the girls practically curled up to his side, making doe eyes and playing with his chain.

He became more erect, practically separating himself from her as you drew closer. He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair.

Why should he even care, you wondered. You guessed people acted differently in these kind of establishments. You’d just roll with it.

“What did he say doll?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. Now go and get me a neat whiskey.”

“Yes, sir.”

One of the corners of his mouth twitched up at your words.

******

“Room enough in there for me?” His voice broke into your memory.

You gasped and smiled. “Of course.”

You easily scooted towards the brushed nickel bathtub fixtures. Idly you remembered how growing up having a tub like this would have been something from a dream or a catalog.

A smile curled your lips as you felt his hands take a hold of you and you were soon resting against him.

His chin rested on the top of your head.

“What had you so far away?”

Rarely, did he concern himself too much about you and your day dreams. He had enough on his mind, making sure things were taken care or getting done. He also knew you were pretty self sufficient.

“Remembering, when we first met.”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “You were the prettiest piece of ass I had ever seen. I needed someway to get to know you better.”

“Is that so?” You countered. “Jenna, was practically hanging off of you when I got back from speaking with Tommy.”

“Well, I had to ignite your jealousy.”

“Oh? And what made you think that would do it?”

You could see him smirking without even a glance back at him.

“The way you were towards me before I asked you to be the girl for my table.”

“I could have thought you were just like every other asshole that came into that place.”

He chuckled. “But I wasn’t.”

You moved easily in the water. Turning and seeing him like he was then; made your heart skip. Arms on the rim of the tub, silver chain glistening against his chest hair and pearls of water that clung to him after getting into the tub and his ice like blue eyes hooded in his confidence of the memory and himself.

“You certainly weren’t.” You kissed his jaw.

*******

His phone chirped to life as he oiled his hand gun.

Found the pack. Meeting at noon tomorrow. Warehouse on Lexington and Park. He read Lambert’s message.

He put the rag and gun down, and wiped his hands on his slacks.

Good. He typed back.

Getting up, he came out of his room. Not finding you in the living room, he went to check the bedroom. You were deep into your closet.

“Planning on going somewhere?” He leaned against the door frame.

You jumped. He smiled.

“I am trying to find something to wear to the ultrasound.”

“That’s tomorrow?” He took off his glasses and wiped away a smudge he spotted.

“Yes, I told you over breakfast.”

“Oh right. Was distracted waiting for Lambert’s call.” He admitted.

You made a face and turned back to your clothes.

“When is the appointment?”

“Twelve-Thirty.” You continued shifting through the colorful fabrics.

“I’ll try and make it.”

That’s when you turned, and took a step towards him. “We will find out what we’re having.”

He stepped closer. “Are we sure we want to find out?”

He couldn’t read your expression and that annoyed him.

“We agreed that we did.”

“I will try.”

*******

He eyed his wrist watch. Ten of twelve. It was a clear day, the sun was bright and there was not a cloud to be seen. His uber was a block away from his destination.

*******

With a small pile of clothes laid at your feet, you decided finally on a cami and hoodie and some leggings. Satisfied, you zipped up the light hoodie.

The jell for the ultrasound always left you cold. Despite having a good breakfast, you felt ill. Nicky had tried to sweeten you up by ordering in your favorite breakfast. You were upset that he would not be there.

******

He walked in. He didn’t like being this exposed. The pay off was worth it, he reminded himself.

A laugh bounced off the walls.

“I knew that you’d be the first to arrive.” The voice echoed.

Turning, he saw Lambert walking over to him and he nodded.

Shrugging, he glanced down at his watch. Five of Twelve.

******

“Mrs. Barrett.” You said to the receptionist looked up at you.

“Oh! You’re early.”

You glanced at the big clock behind the woman. Twelve - Fifteen.

“I was told that’s best.”

“It is. Most don’t.”

You smiled and shrugged.

@the1redrose @blurpleuni-squid

[yellowflowerbub]

KINKTOBER

.kinktober.masterlist. 

Day 19: Hand Kink - Sexual Arousal From One's Or Another's Hands

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. todo notices how you stare at his hands while he drives home from the gym and presents an idea to you

wordcount. 1.5k

pairing(s). aoi todo x afab!reader

warning(s). hand kink, pwp, kinda pervy reader, fingering, in the car, teasing, semi-exhibitionism, size kink, cum eating

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Todo put the majority of his focus into bettering himself. He took excessive care of his body, doing so usually taking up most of his free time. He made sure to shower frequently and moisturize twice as much. His hair care routine seemed more intricate than yours and he spent ten minutes minimum bent over the bathroom sink rubbing a plethora of skin cleansers and anti-wrinkle creams over every inch of his face and neck. He made sure to work out every single day and if he missed it, he’d do triple as much the day after. The only things he allowed to enter his body were water and protein along with any other healthy supplement that could ensure his progression.

His hard work showed greatly- it being evident in every polished and shined muscle adorn him. When he stood, he was plenty taller than you and unfathomably bigger. Besides his thighs being about as wide as your torso, his biceps rivaled your head in size. When he would hug you, his shoulders would completely envelope your body and in times where he happened to forget this, you’d nudge him until he released you with a great deal of apologies. 

Along with the other things that attracted you to him, his hands always happened to be at the top of the list. He poured just as much time into his hand care as he would anything else and you took great notice. You’d always caught sight of how soft his hands looked, his fingers in particular. The tips of them were wide and bulky and the nails around the other side were clean, filed, and short cut into a neat semi-circle. The joints running down his digits created dips that you had trouble tearing your eyes away from. His knuckles were bruised and a shade darker than the rest of his hand and back of his hands were covered in veins that bulged when his grip tightened on the spinning steering wheel.

“Babe?” 

You return from your muse, cheeks hot and nearly drooling. Had you been daydreaming this entire time?

“Hm?” Your body tilts as the car turns onto a highway. 

“Wanna pick somethin’ up from the store? S’ cheat day today so I'll get what you get too or we can just share whatever you get, pretty. Unless you want it! You can have your whole cheat day candy if you want it, babe.” Todo has always been quite thoughtful. He made a great effort to include you in the majority of hobbies that took up his schedule such as dieting or working out at his gym as you’d done today. You thought it was cute.

“Oh- right. Uh, I don’t want anything. I’ll just eat when we get home.” 

 For a brief moment his eyes slip to you, swilling up your exprespression then falling back to the road, “Everything ok? You usually get a little snack or something. Did I really take that long in my set? My bad babe-”

You interrupt him before he could manage to blame himself any further, “It’s not you, I was just,” you peek at his hands, “distracted.” He notices.

“Oh... Oh.” He faces forward, eyes directly connected to the road and clenches the leather steering wheel as the gears in his head turn. For a moment, the car was completely silent- your thighs shifting closer to one another and your nails fidgeting with the rim of your loose shorts as you await some type of response from your boyfriend.

“My hands really get to you that much? M’ glad I can have that kind of effect on you.” he admits, chuckling under his breath, “And you call me a perv.” 

You playfully nudge his shoulder, feigning annoyance, “Yeah, cause you are.”

“That’s fair but now I know we’re on the same level of perviness,” he purrs, “Only time I space out when I’m thinking about your body, is if it’s about that beautiful ass. Gym’s been treatin’ you well.”

Despite having been in a relationship for well over a year, you were still taken aback by your boyfriend’s forwardness. You tell him off but he persists, snaking a hand to cop a feel of your thigh. “You think I don’t notice?” Suddenly, the car felt a little warmer than it was a minute ago.

You stutter on what words you use to respond to Aoi as his palm burns on your skin. Feeling his hands on you, practically taking up the sp

The bumps on the unkept streets led to a jolt of the car, every bump bounced you a bit over the seat inturn digging his fingers a little further and a little deeper into your cunt. 

You clutch the arm rest of your seat and lay your head onto Todo’s forearm. The smell of his cologne seemed to be the only scent your nose could pick up, that and mix of whatever you would call that bitter gym smell. Even so, it was deeply intoxicating and gave your eyes a hard time staying in focus. You sigh into his skin as he enters you- your naked thighs subconsciously spreading from each other to create enough room for him. You stutter on your words of encouragement, every last letter getting caught in your throat and he coo’s at how cute you sound doing it.

Your attention shifts to the car window and the few vehicles that ride past it. The thoughts of one of those drivers taking notice of you panting against the tinted glass made you grind into the leather seat. The potential mortification you would experience if one of those curious drivers locked eyes with your own and to have that overwhelming embarrassment turn into guilty pleasure as Aoi would speed away from their glares. 

The tips of his fingers rapidly knead your walls while the large of his palm unintentionally press and rub against your clit. You tighten around him, every inch of you engulfing his burly fingers and he groans- eyes flickering between the near empty roads and your figure that squirmed in his passenger seat. Your hand comes to hold his wrist for dear life, only invigorating him further. The rhythm he once held moved at a faster beat with your hammering heart following suit.

Your ears perk at the sound of his hand firmly gripping his steering wheel while his other hand busy catering to your sex; the squelches of your pussy resounds throughout the car while you attentively watch his fingers delve knuckle deep into you, “Fuck-” you mutter, “Do that again,” He does so without a moments hesitation every last stroke now deep enough to caress your g-spot. 

Todo’s own groin burned- itching for an ounce of the attention that he gave you. It jerked behind his sweats while his stomach coiled at your volume yet he couldn’t have cared any less about that in that moment. The only thoughts that racked through his mind were disorganized, muddled, ideas of what he would do to you when he finally gets home or off the highway. 

“Yeah? That feels good I bet. You’re fucking clenching down on me,” He could feel his and your own muscles tense from everything occurring in his car, “My pretty girl. M’ so fucking lucky to have you.”

You felt drunk on his words. He’d always have that kind of effect on you. Despite never being poetic or poignant with his words, the manner in which he spoke to you- that rapt and enthralled tone which he used to praise every move you made completely whipped you. No matter how much he commended you, it felt like too much whilst feeling like it was never enough.

“Can’t wait till we get home. M’ gonna stuff my fingers in your mouth while I please you against our door,,” He finally catches sight of an upcoming exit, “Or maybe I’ll just pull over n’ ruin you in the car. What’d you think?”

Both of his ideas had your mind spiraling. The thought of him filling your mouth with his fat fingers, having your tongue swirl around them and your full cheeks hollow as you suck on them. His hips pounding from behind and making your spine curl. The mere thought was invigorating enough for the build up Todo worked you toward to snap.

Air was completely cut off from your lungs as your eyes screwed shut. Your voice raised and you spoke in inaudible whines you didn’t realize were pouring out. You gnaw on your bottom lip as repeated curses rake through your mind. It all felt too good. You choke out his name and he swore he almost came hearing it.

He pulls into a parking lot that's completely vacant besides the tall street lights on the outskirts of it then quickly shifts the car into park and eases his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Backseat.” 

You hum, not quite back in your head yet. “The backseat. I'm not done.”

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a/n: sorry this is wayy late. I got in a writers block and couldn’t bring myself to my laptop

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

im SO excited u reached 800 followers jj!!!

ok ive got a ton of ideas but firstly id LOVE a reconciliation fic with stiles and his dad with the prompt "i never want to fight with you. i love you too much to put you through that." i guess the context would be that Noah used to drink a lot but since finding out stiles uses age regression to cope with life hes been sober and trying to be the best dad he can be for him!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dump it out ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| stiles stilinski & noah stilinski

warnings: past alcoholism, alcohol, talk of Claudia’s death, hurt/comfort, this turned so sad whoops

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After finding out Stiles regressed Noah’s been careful about his behavior, not swearing as much, trying not to share as many gory details of the job with his son, even if he searches them out on his own. But he’s never taken into account what happened after Claudia’s death, not until right now.

Stiles is standing wide eyed by the doorframe leading to the kitchen, his face is one of shock mixed with discomfort. It takes Noah a few moments to deduce what the issue is but then it hits him, he’s got a glass of whiskey set out in front of him, and the bottle sits opened on the table. He pauses and runs over what to do next, Stiles cuts his thoughts off before he can decide.

“Dump it out.” His voice is hard but has that signature slur to it that he gets when regressed, the one Noah’s never heard so upset. Stiles is usually such a happy little, he just wants to cuddle, to draw, to watch cartoons, he rarely gets fussy and never angry.

“Stiles-.” Again stopped.

“Please dump it out. I don’t- I can’t- dump it out or I’m gonna call Scott to come get me.” It’s paired with a sniffle Stiles is quick to cover but Noah still catches. His heart breaks hearing his kid so distressed, even more so when he knows it’s his fault.

After Claudia Noah was a mess, he’s not afraid to admit that, but it’s hard to see the consequences play out firsthand. He remembers yelling in Stiles’ face, finishing bottle after bottle, having so much grief that it turned him cruel. He never got to the point that Rafael McCall did, but he was close, and he knows Stiles and Scott have both talked about their experiences together. If Scott came to get Stiles tonight Noah’s not sure Stiles would ever come back home, not if Scott could help it.

“Okay, okay I’m getting rid of it.” It’s the only answer and even after the horrific case Noah saw today, he doesn’t need the drink. It’s not nearly as important as Stiles is.

The bottle of Jack gets tipped to lean against the side of the sink, spilling down the drain along side Noah’s half drunk glass that he tips over to empty. Stiles is watching his every move so intently it’s a little anxiety inducing.

“Kid I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have poured that drink.” He says as reassuringly as he can. He didn’t think before picking up the bottle of booze from the cabinet above the fridge, he just figured he needed something to calm himself, he should’ve thought about it more. He should’ve gotten rid of that bottle months ago.

"I never want to fight with you. I love you too much to put you through that.” Noah steps to put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, fingers gripping the sleep shirt Stiles has on that he recognizes is actually his own. It makes his chest warm to think that his kid wants to be like him, wants to have something to remember him by while he’s at work.

“I don’t like it when you drink, it makes you scary.” Stiles’ head stays ducked down as he mumbles the words come out. Stilinski freezes in that moment. He never thought he scared Stiles, of course he knew Stiles was upset about his drinking, mad at him, more distant, but never scared.

His arms wrap around Stiles within seconds, hugging his son as tight as he can. There’s a small moment of hesitation before Stiles hugs Noah back, sinking into the familiar feeling of his father holding him.

“I’m so sorry Stiles, I never meant to scare you, I promise I’ll never drink again. I love you so much.”

“It’s okay, I love you too.”

[aerospectrum]

@homelander-rp-blog asked: soundtrack!

This playlist was fun to make and I hope you enjoy them! you didn't specify a character so I chose Castiel and John and there is a dark!oneshot based off our discord stuff under the cut below the song list that goes with the first song- but it can go with any if you prefer that lol. tw(mature content), 3.6k words, dashes are a shift in perspective//location/time/character changes

1] Graves

2] Birds of a Feather

3] We'll Never Have Sex

4] Hollow Coves

5] Would That I

6] it is what it is

7] Everybody's Changing

8] Won't Go Home Without You

9] Heat Above

Walking into the spare room Annie made it a point to make as much noise as she could; he’d been laying in his room in the same spot for days at that point with some god awful maroon 5 song on repeat. Even the room smelled like stale sunlight and … candy. You really need better coping mechanisms, she thought to herself. She pulled the curtains open, letting the afternoon sun pour in like a tipped over vase, watching how it creeped across his floor and up the side of the bed to coat him in much needed warmth.

Castiel recoiled at the sudden brightness though and pulled the blanket over his head like a racoon chasing the dark depths of a tree trunk for security... before Annie marched over and yanked the blanket right off.

“Hey! I was using that!” Cas complained with a whine.

Annie rolled her eyes and began folding the blanket up. “You need to get up out of the bed, take a shower- use some fucking soap and get out of this room, Cas.” She pressed her hands to her hips and rolled her eyes when he flipped her off. “Don’t act like a child.” She squinted at him, “Get up, I made you dinner; come on.. up, up.” She poked and prodded him until he finally sat up with a growling huff. “Up, come on, come on.” She nudged his shoulders and pulled her arm back to her side when he glared over at her from behind days old scruff and bedhead. 

“I’m not hungry.” He mumbled tiredly. 

With a sigh, Annie took a seat beside him and patted his knee. “I know.” She stated matter of factly. “But you should try to have something, even if it’s just a piece of toast…” she smiled sadly at him and gave his knee a gentle squeeze. “Come on, the days almost over anyway, you can watch a movie with me before I actually have to go to bed.” She teased getting up to leave. When she turned back Cas was still sitting there with a hollowed expression seeping from his features. “Cheer up, Castiel, I’ll make you some hot chocolate and I’ll let you pick what we watch.” she left the room to let him clean up and get dressed while she went to make him a cup of cocoa and one for herself.

By the time the sun went down he seemed to be in brighter spirits, she'd managed to make him laugh wiht a few jokes, but once she brought up John again his entire demeanor shifted back to the silent, lonely rumination of before when she'd found him in the bedroom.

Cas lingered against her counter for a second longer; pretending to let her words sink in just to make her happy.

Annie sipped her mug and plucked a star shaped marshmallow out, tossing it into Castiel's cup, cheering for herself with a fist pump when it hardly splashed. “I’m just saying Castiel, there’s still hope.”

“Annie… be realistic.” He laughed sadly, staring at the hot chocolate she’d made him that was slowly growing cold on the counter. “He’s getting married, he loves Maggie.”

“Oh, please he doesn’t love her.” She waved her hands around then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“What do you mean? Yes he does!” Cas laughed, that time finding humor in her denial that she didn’t willingly back down from. 

“And how do you know that huh?” Annie folded her arms and popped her hip out. 

“Uh because” he says in an exasperated voice. “John said, and I quote, don’t call me anymore cas- delete my number I'm in love with Maggie and we’re getting married.” 

“Ok… and?” Annie shook her head and widened her eyes at Cas.

“You’re playing with me right, this is all a joke where you're acting like John isn’t about to get married in three days to a woman who can’t even handle not gagging when she hears him say my name….” Castiel gave Annie a stern look and folded his arms back at her. “What exactly do you want me to do, Annie, sneak into his wedding and be that weirdo who runs up and says, I object!” 

Annie dissolved into laughter and Castiel’s deadpan glare of irritated displeasure only made her laugh harder. She brushed a few stray tears from her eyes and caught her breath before speaking again. “You know, you could probably win him back with that look.”

“It’s not funny Annie, you’re not funny.” He squinted to look angrier and hide the sadness behind that mask instead. 

“So then what, you’re just gonna go out tonight and what? Mope around and get in a bar brawl and call the guy to bail you out again?”

I’m not gonna mope… I’m going to wander with my head up and I’m gonna go get myself some candy at the shop down off Grant Avenue-.”

Annie quickly sobered up from her laugher her eyes going wide and then narrow. “No you’re not!” She snapped. “Grant Avenue is the worst place this time of night and you’re a grown man, you don’t need candy that badly.”

“Now I can’t have candy because I’m grown?" Castiel countered her argument. "Grant Avenue is the only place that sells good candy- last time you made me go to Wiggins and all they had was gum drops and circus peanuts— I almost died!”

“Yeah well you’ll definitely die if you go to Grant Avenue. I mean it Cas you’re not going there this time of night.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Yeah well maybe you need one with all the bad ideas you have.” She rolled her eyes at him and turned to rummage through her fridge, she pulled an apple out and held it up to him. “You could have natures candy.”

“I’d rather get beat up and left for dead than eat one of those nasty things.”

“Don’t be such a dramatic little baby it’s an apple.”

“Yeah a red delicious one.” He plucked it from her hand and chucked it in the bin. 

“Cas!” She reached in and took it out. “Exactly, it’s a red delicious, henceforth it’s delicious.” She brushed some coffee grinds off the skin. 

“No, no no no, everyone knows that red delicious apples are the worst apple to ever exist. They’re always warm and mushy and grainy they’re not even the slightest bit delicious they’re horrendous they should be called atrocious reds.”

"The only thing atrocious here is your style.” Annie quirked a brow up at him.  

“My style is what caught John’s eye in college so there.”

“Yeah and now look; the two of you aren’t even allowed to call one another on the phone …” she quipped, watching Castiel’s expression fall with a heavy sigh. “Cas… just… just talk to him, call him and ask him to meet you tomorrow, I know John better than anyone— better than Maggie.”

Cas grabbed his coat and house keys and turned for the door. “I’m going to Wiggins, you want anything?” He asked her, blinking away the sting from his eyes. 

“Starbursts- the share size!” She hollered after him, rushing to the door. “And a pack of grape bubblegum!” She lingered at the door, watching him walk down towards the city lights. She chewed lightly at her bottom lip, wondering if she should call John and chew him out, but she knew that would just drive a wedge between the two of them even further.

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Cas walked along the sidewalks illuminated by the bright lights of the city, keeping his hands in his pockets as the temperature dropped and scattered rolls of thunder echoed through the hustle and bustle of the night life. He pulled his phone out, scrolling through the call list, John’s number was still there from the last time he’d called. From the night he told him to stop calling him. He sucked in a deep breath and dialed it in before placing the phone to his ear. It went straight to voicemail and even the mere sound of his voice sent a ping of grief ricocheting through Castiel. He tried again, each number he pressed his fingers shook worse; terrified of the potential rejection. 

It rang twice and then he picked up—- she picked up. “Why are you still calling this number Castiel?” Maggie’s snide tone filled the space between his pounding heartbeats. “I always knew you were trouble; why can’t you fucking leave him alone; why do you have to destroy his happiness. You’re nothing but a fuck up, a weirdo he roomed with in college, you think he didn’t tell me all about you when we first started dating?” She ranted while he just stood there listening; internalizing her insults. “He felt bad for you, you were just a weird guy with no friends and no family. A freak that he only kept you around for when he was bored. Her hates you—He doesn’t love you Castiel, he doesn’t even like you when are you gonna get that?” 

“Right.. well.. um- I was just, I was just calling to congratulate him, I didn’t need anything.” His voice was quiet and broken; whatever emotion he was holding back she could practically feel it through the phone. Her lips snarled upwards in a smile; she saw John as a prize, a victory to be won. “Bye Maggie.” He hung up before she could get another word in. 

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“Who was that, honey?” John asked, when Maggie came back from the kitchen. He smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her waist when she came to sit down with him. When she brushed it off as a telemarketer and told him not to worry he leaned over, kissing her cheek before turning his attention back to the movie. 

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Cas spiraled; he tried not to, but all he could hear was the harsh sound of Maggie laughing at him over the phone. He couldn’t get her words out of his head- the way she didn’t falter at all; it made him feel so small.. so insecure. So… weird, just like in college when John would get upset with him, before they’d confessed that they liked one another. Before the library or the shower… 

He passed Wiggins corner store and turned left heading up towards Grant Avenue. Annie would understand when he got back, he’d tell her about the phone call and how he just… 

A few guys whistled and cackled at him like hyena’s, but he ignored them. He put his head down and watched his footsteps, all while trying to get to the corner store before any trouble could come his way. “Hey where you goin’ buddy?” One of the men called out to him, when he didn’t answer back another one of the guys ran after and grabbed him by the arm. “Hey we asked you somethin’ didn’t you hear us?” He yanked Cas back and turned him around to face the group. 

Cas swallowed down regret and annoyance, but when he turned to walk around the guy who’d grabbed him another man got up and blocked his way. “I’m just trying to get home… I don’t have anything— I,”

The man blocking his path raised a hand up, palming Castiel’s face with it, pushing his head back so that Cas had to take a few stumbling steps back into the rest of the group in order to right his balance. The group let out low laughter, hushed words dancing between them; taunting Castiel for fun. 

“Why don’t you show us what you have and then we’ll decide if you can go home…” the man sitting on a concrete block spoke up, establishing himself as the leader of the group. Cas turned over his shoulder towards him and then back to face the other men surrounding him. “Empty your pockets.”

Cas clenched his jaw and balled his hands into fists inside his jacket. One of the men wrenched his arms out of his pockets roughly before shoving Cas backwards over a curb. Watching him hit the ground brought more laughter and a few high fives and clapped shoulders. Mocking him and his expression. Before Cas could get himself up a fourth man straddled his hips and knelt down over him. He fisted the front of Castiel’s shirt, tugging him up from the ground a bit. “You don’t listen well.” He loomed over him threateningly. 

“Fuck off!” Cas barked back; his retort was met with more mocking laughter and scattered “ooohs” and “aaahs.” Another guy called him a tough guy and said they were tired of being disrespected by him. Cas braced himself to be hit--

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“Maggie?” John called out from the kitchen. 

"Yeah babe?" she looked towards the doorway.

"Hey did you talk to Cas tonight?" John asked.

"Hmm?" she feigned innocence.

"Castiel called, about twenty minutes ago- did you talk to him?" he held up his phone and watched her fidget nervously.

"Oh.. yeah… yeah, he uh, he called after the telemarketer and I told him you were busy and—"

"You told him I was busy?" John quirked his head to the side with a breathy laugh, trying to hold back growing resentment.

"John, we were watching a movie."

"Yeah but Maggie, it’s Cas, he--,"

"And I’m your fiancé!" she snapped, her eyes beaming angrily at John.

"Well he’s my best friend!"John shouted back.

"No, he’s your fuck buddy— you think I don’t know that you and him hook up?!" She accused him angrily, but he couldn’t deny it. “Cas is a train wreck- a fucking walking disaster waiting to happen John and you just keep sneaking around with him!"

"Maggie it’s not.."

"It’s not like that?” She laughed bitterly. “This is down to the wire John... it's me or him you don't get us both. Do you understand that?" she jabbed a finger against his chest and watched his eyes.

John dialed Cas' number and listened to it ring and ring..... and ring. He dialed again- then again- and one more time. “Pick up the phone Cas, pick up the damn phone!” He pleaded softly into the receiver as Maggie slammed the door so hard behind him the entire foundation practically rattled. “Pick up Cas, pick up please… fuck!” He sat in the car, thumping his head against the steering wheel. 

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Cas crawled his way across the pavement, his scraped up fingers raw and bleeding as they slid over the phone screen displaying a picture of Annie holding up a bright yellow star— “Cas it’s been like 45 minutes where are you?” She immediately launched in on her spiel when she heard the line pick up. She could hear noise- but couldn’t make much sense of it all. “Cas? Helloooo? Cas answer me this isn't funny are you coming back yet or do I need to come bail you out.” She asked again. 

Cas spit blood and tried to get the phone close to his mouth, but they pinned him down face first against the pavement again— she heard swearing and laughter and then Cas screaming for help- the color washed out of her face instantly. 

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“Hello?” John answered, his face pressed against the steering wheel half asleep when his phone rang. He didn't have much time to get himself together before Annie started talking.

“John, Cas is in trouble, somethings wrong- he’s, I called him and there there were all these voices and it sounded like fighting and—."

“Woah woah, Annie slow down, calm down what’s going on where’s Cas?"

“I don’t know— Grant Avenue I think. I told him to stop going down there but he never listens, god this is all my fault I should've just called you for him..." she broke down a little before continuing. "He’s in trouble I called him and he picked up the phone but there were a ton of other voices and then he just started screaming for help and the call dropped-“ she explained through panic and tears. “He— he was going to Grant Avenue I told him not to, he said he'd go to Wiggins instead but he’s been gone for more than an hour- John, I don’t know what to do!” she rambled on as John sped down into the city.

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By the time John got down to Grant Avenue there was hardly anyone on the streets. He drove around slowly; peering down alleyways and checking storefronts, but there was no sign of Cas anywhere. He parked in front of the pharmacy and got out to head down by the pier. That’s when he spotted him. 

He was shoved between another building and the dumpster bins, with his knees pulled up close to his chest and his head down- arms wrapped tight around himself like a cocoon. It made him think back to the time Cas called him a Petri dish in college and how he’d come back to find Cas hidden under the bed. 

He could smell blood before he saw any; but the closer he got the worse he knew things were. He reached out to him; “Castiel?” He touched his knee and Cas suddenly unleashed a string of swears while kicking at him to get away from him. 

“Don’t touch me- don’t fucking touch me; get off- go away! Don’t touch me!” He wedged himself further back into the dark and John drew his hand back immediately to try and call him down and figure out what had happened.

By the time John got them out of the city back to Annie's, Annie was pacing frantically on the front stoop for them.

Cas hadn’t spoken a single word once John had managed to coax him out from behind his wall of safety; but he could tell that things weren’t good. It was made that much worse when Cas refused to let a John touch him or even help him get to the car; he was skittish and cagey and flinched at every little movement John made beside him. And when he’d told Cas they were going to the hospital Cas had tried to get out of the moving car; thrown into a frenzied attempt at escape. John had wrangled him back into the car and kept his finger on the lock button so Cas couldn’t try it again.

Annie raced down the front stoop, throwing Castiel's door open and yanking him out, pulling him into a hug, trying to check him over and not being the least bit careful with all the cuts and scrapes he had.

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After a half hour Annie came out from the back bedroom back to the kitchen where John was still sitting, stirring his spoon in a mug of coffee and staring at a text screen full of berating messages from Maggie begging for him back and then calling him all sorts of horrible names and accusing him of the worst.

Annie pulled her seat out, but didn't sit. She licked her lips and then rested a hand on John's arm. "I think you should talk to Cas... he'll.... he'll listen to you." she insisted, and even though John didn't believe her he nodded and got up making his way to the room where Cas was.

When John nudged the door open and knocked softly to announce his entering Cas didn't look up from the bandages over his knuckles. “Go away…" he said softly instead.

"Cas." John tried to change his mind.

"Go away." Cas repeated with a shaky breath.

"No… no that’s not fair; you don’t get to just tell me to go away, not after tonight! Not after what just happened to you, not after I came and found you!" John yelled.

"I didn’t ask you to find me- I didn’t ask for your help!" Cas shouted back.

"Why not?!" John yelled angrily, his eyes darkening and hands balling into fists. "Why didn't you call me for help, why didn't you listen, why do you never listen, Castiel?!" John questioned him furiously.

Castiel’s eyes watered and he blinked the tears away. But his eyes were bloodshot and puffy; there were three deep cuts on his face and a bunch of road rash all over his back and shoulders and even along his chest and collarbone. His knuckles were bloody and bruised along with the rest of him and John didn’t know what else to do other than sit beside him. Cas wouldn’t talk to him, he wouldn’t even look at him. He just sat there staring at a cut on the back of his hand or the floor. 

"Why are you mad at me?! What was I supposed to do, Cas, leave you there to die, huh? Look at me!” He grabbed Castiel's chin and turned him to look at him- ignoring how Castiel fought against him. “You have to tell me what happened you have to tell me who did this to you!” He softened his tone, brushing sticky strands of hair from his dirty face. “Don’t make me lose you… please.” 

"Do you hate me?" Castiel’s lips trembled slightly and heavy tears slid down his cheeks at his question.

"What?" John asked in disbelief.

"Maggie said you hate me. Sh-she said-."

"Hey," John slid off the bed, pressing himself between Castiel's knees and looking up face Castiel, trying his best to avoid making him flinch, John cupped his face in both hands. “I love you, whatever Maggie told you it was a lie, I love you,” he pushed wet, messy hair from Castiel's face.

tbc on Ao3...maybe.

[luffythinker]

You seem like you really dig my story so i stayed up until 4 at night writing this im sorryvbtrbgdjf kgb

Last episode the plot thickened and I can't get these guys out of my head while i was trying to go to sleep so more writing about them, almost actually a written story addition and i did research on this one.

This one's got a little spice nearing the end but nobody does anything LIKE WAY OUT THERE

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Bakugo doesn’t have time to focus on shitty relationships. His life is in a downward spiral that has nothing to do with a certain sparkly blonde, he’s trying so hard to focus on anything and everything else. He’s been stolen by the villains, he’d been saved all he wanted to do was lay the fuck down and go the fuck to sleep for once.

Not think, not wonder, just sleep.

No matter how hard he tried how hard he shut his eyes he couldn’t block out his insecurities about his feelings. It's hard for him to explain or put into words how Sparkles a small singed mark could take up every waking and sleeping moment of his life.

He couldn’t forget about him even if he tried, you can’t forget cause there was just something so memorable about the guy who nobody really even ever noticed

Bakugo twisted and turned, tossed around in his bed with his thoughts until he finally forced himself asleep.

Aoyama on the other hand did not sleep well period, he was ass in training the next day due to this which didn’t go unnoticed, many people asked him if he was ok only to get replied “Oui, just a rocky night” or “Does my dazzling not shine bright enough today?” The fucker was putting on an act he must have thought he was so sly, but Bakugo wasn`t fooled.

He let this continue for a few days because the license exam was coming up and he really needed/should be working on super moves. Creating AP shot was going swimmingly at least he had that going for him- that was until that nerd had to come along and pour not just salt but a whole shaker into his wounds. Saving All might like he was supposed to be a goddamn pro.

THE NERVE

This is the thing that made him nearly forget about his own problems, made him focus on what's in front of him instead of beside him.

Bakugo looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. “I’ll talk to him after the exam.” he thought watching the water droplets fall from his face into the sink. He scrubbed a towel over his face and went on his way.

Fate would allow him to avoid seeing pretty boy so his central point of interest stayed fixed on the exam. He viewed it as a good thing (but was it truly?)

After the shitty exam his classmates stood around him reading their papers searching for their names on the list of passers.

Those who weren’t fortunate enough to pass there was still a chance for them to get their licenses.there was going to be a special training course in March if they did well on their individual test they would issue provisional licenses to them. HOWEVER balancing special training with current school work was gonna be literal torture for a student. They were offering retakes for the exam in April which just wasn’t an option for Bakugo to slack off. He’d have to really dig deep in everything as if he already didn’t pour his soul into everything he did.

LIKE HELL HE’D LET AN OPPORTUNITY LIKE THIS PASS BY!

All of that stuff is super important but right now he needed to know something else.

“Come outside after everyone’s asleep. It’s about your quirk.” He passed by Deku, whispering hard. He made sure the nerd heard him and didn’t linger.

The first person he went to after his fight with Deku was Kirishima, he patched up his own wounds and knocked on his friend’s door. He let him in, let him vent, he listened to everything he needed to vent about that he could talk about cause unlike Deku he can keep his feelings out of other people's secrets.

He was there for a solid two hours before going to bed in his own bed. He wanted to stay god knows he would have preferred to sleep next to someone the way he felt in that moment. He honestly didn’t think he deserved it so he stayed in his own room.

Aoyama had to go to classes. Bakugo not being there didn’t stop him from staying a little longer to at least talk to him for a bit.

He watched the two of them vacuuming and cleaning up before he spoke up.

“I’m off.” He stood there making no attempt to do no such thing.

Midoriya more than glanced and nodded bidding him the day, Bakugo didn’t even look at him or so he thought. If you were a crazy person like Midoriya you would notice Bakugo stopped cleaning for a millisecond, started again. His head didn’t move but his eyes did, ruby red’s glared at Aoyama before he actually did make good on walking out the door.

“What was that?” Midoriya brought up breaking the silence a second time. Once for asking about how Kacchan thought about his fighting style, Now about whatever that was.

“What was what?” Bakugo snapped ever in the bad mood.

“Nothing i guess.” Midoriya shrugged knowing not to push it, Bakugo was being nice enough as is.

On the third day Deku was released from house arrest, Aoyama took this time to say more to Bakugo before he would go to his classes. He might not look it but he was smart enough to understand Bakugo didn’t want Deku in his business like that. Everyone was off while Aoyama turned back towards the dorm saying something like he forgot his special light up pen. Toru offered him her fuzzy pen but he said this one was special so they let him go believing the sorry excuse.

Stepping back onto the porch, he looked at the windows seeing if Bakugo was in the common area.

“What are you doing twinkle toes?” He asked lip slightly drawn up on the other side of the glass. He gave Aoyama a heart attack but he didn’t quite scream his mouth was closed so it was muffled by his tight lips.

“Aren’t you supposed to be lollygagging with the rest of the extras?” he would rest his arm against the window but he just clean that shit, he opted for shifting his weight onto one hip and crossing one leg over the other on the wall part next to the towering glass windows.

“Please don’t scare me like that!”

“Get your ass in here i don’t have a reason to be outside so i ain’t going.”

Aoyama hurried inside. The emptiness of the dorm was weird, he almost felt like he was skipping but he really just wanted/needed to talk to Bakugo.

“Spill it or get the fuck out.” he said in his usual snappy tone.

“I just wanted to say I wanted to talk with you if you have a minute...”

“About?”

“Well..” he shuffled. “I don’t think we have enough time to talk so i’ll have to tell you later or another time you're free.”

Bakugo stared at him like a lion, his eyes cold. He flicked his neck. to the stairs.

“Come to my room tonight.”

Aoyama couldn’t lie a faint blush rose to his cheeks across his nose at the sound of something so provocative coming from Bakugo. DONT GET HIM WRONG he knew what he meant he just had a dirty thought is all.

EVERY BOY DOES WHEN YOU LIKE ANOTHER PERSON he thought trying to convince himself there was nothing wrong with the way his brain was working right now.

“Stop making that fucking face, say what you can then go get your shitty light up pencil,” He walked closer to him. “Or were you just fucking with everyone’s heads?”

The closeness made Aoyama dizzy, not normal dizzy but hazy he guessed? Not uncomfortable the opposite! He wanted Bakugo this close.

he missed him this close.

He couldn’t find the words, like really he couldn’t he had forgotten what he wanted to say. “Um, even people like me forget i’m sorry.”

Bakugo huffed him off walking away. “Fuck off.” He didn’t mean it, he just wanted him to get going.

Bakugo was smirking with his back turned, he saw that stupid light up pen sticking out his bag, he didn’t want Aoyama to get in trouble for being gone so long so he ended the conversation.

Aoyama thought about Bakugo and tried to remember what he wanted to say throughout class. If he remembered he wouldn’t know cause when that third year who was part of the Big 3 knocked him and everyone of his classmates he really forgot everything and he was on the floor. When he came to they were being talked to about his this guys insane quirk worked but he honestly didn't care all that much.

He almost swore in his thoughts about forgetting what he wanted to say to Bakugo. The ragamuffin was rubbing off on him.

Aoyama spent the remainder of his day nursing his tummy and talking to his classmates about normal school stuff

until night fell around. He waited until everyone was supposedly asleep before sneaking up the stairs to Bakugo's dorm room. The door was left cracked open and he walked in slowly and quietly. Bakugo was nowhere to be seen so he was either in the bathroom or at their spot.

On the roof.

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(DIPPING IN TO SAY SOMETHING turns out research is something you should always do because Bakugo’s room is nowhere near the roof and the only thing he could do is sit on the guard railing outside his balcony but i don’t give a flying fuck so pretend Bakugo and Kirishima live on the 5th floor cause i dont wanna move Bakugo’s room from being Kirishima’s neighbor)

back to the story

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Aoyama closes the door behind him before going to Bakugo’s balcony to climb up onto the ledge to get to the roof where he spots his blasty boy.

He’s already got refreshments and blankets. One is light purple and the one he has around his shoulders is blue has yellow All Might initials on it.  “We ran out of capri suns so we only have sunny D and Kool-aid bursts. Pick one and sit down.” It’s a weird order.

“Kool-aid please.”

Bakugo offers him a red flimsy plastic bottle that Aoyama rips the top off with his teeth like kids normally do and starts sucking on it to get the juice out.

Bakugo bluntly asks him what's been going on in the days of class he’s missed. Aoyama has to refuse. “I honestly couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to mon cheri. Mr. Aizawa would  sooner have my head on a platter.” he jokes darkly.

“Well fuck i guess.” Bakugo sighs.

They stare at the dark blue sky for a bit before they start getting to the meat and potatoes that is a conversation they should have had a while ago.

Aoyama once again stares at his feet or anything else that isn’t Bakugo trying to come to what he can say that wont get him yelled at. Bakugo is already inside his mind because he tells him to “Stop over thinking shit and say what's on your mind damnit.”

He purses his lips trying to ignore how he even knew- nevermind. He opens his mouth to speak. 

Here goes nothing.

“I’m sorry you didn’t pass.” Before Bakugo can swear about how he doesn’t give a fuck Aoyama continues on. “But i know you probably don’t care about that so you don’t have to say anything. Why bring it up in the first place i know.”

Aoyama surprises him by being 5 steps ahead of his brain so Bakugo shuts his trap since he knows everything that’s going to come out of his mouth apparently. “Fucker.” He says a smirk twisting his lips into a natural smirk. Not a angry one or a taunting one, he’s amused at how well someone that isn’t Deku knows him.

It’s endearing.

“Never thought someone would make me feel like that Twinkles, i can respect that i guess.”

“Oui,” Aoyama replies, wrapping the fuzzy purple blanket around himself a little tighter. “.. were you avoiding me because you were working on your moves or was it because of something i did?”

“I wasn’t avoiding shit, your the one who started acting weird and wanting space or whatever, i have other priorities ya know?” Bakugo shoots back.

“Oui,” repeats, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “Getting in trouble sounds important.”

“Shut up glitter face that wasn’t part of the plan, it was a byproduct!”

Aoyama brings his hand to his mouth to smother away his snickers. Bakugo isn’t really mad, he's just pissy. He likes it when it’s like this, talking, Aoyama doesn’t talk a lot so he loves to get to be half of his real self around someone like Bakugo who won't judge him.

He doesn’t have to fully pretend he can be sassy,

he can tease,

he doesn’t have to hide.

It’s nice, it gives him a chance to be a real person. Bakugo encourages this behavior all the time, he also likes it when Aoyama is this way which makes him glad he met someone like Bakugo.

He’ll miss this he really will…

“Did I truly anger you darling?” He’s smiling when he asks this but he doesn't feel like a smile, he'd hate to be the leading cost to Bakugo's anger. It rips his ribcage apart to even slightly have the other boy mad with him just a little bit. (Which isn't good for a number of reaons he'll leave alone right now)

“Like you could," he makes fun of him in a loving? manner? he jokes at him. "I'm not mad at you and I never was mad with you.”

“That’s good, that makes me feel better.” Aoyama says hugging his arms to his person.

Bakugo glances over at him, he looks comfy. He would look even more comfy if the thing he was hugging wasn’t a blanket but another human one such as himself. Bakugo stands up, receiving a look from the other blonde. He then stands in front of where Aoyama is sitting.

“Move, let me in.” he says in that voice of his. He asking for permission to be close. Aoyama looks at Bakugo for a second, before opening his arms holding the blanket open for Bakugo to come inside and share his warmth.

He gets on his knees and leans his head on Aoyama's shoulder. Pressing his face into his neck he misses the warmth of this body specifically. He whines quietly pressing his whole body against Aoyama in a hug while Aoyama wraps Bakugo in his arms.

 He speaks in french, Bakugo doesn’t know what he’s saying (He honestly never knows what he’s saying half the time if they are being honest) but he knows it sounds nice. He kisses Bakugo’s hair. He missed that too. He’s rocking a little it’s like a lullaby in body language but not a sleepy one.

“Fuck.” Bakugo softly says.

“Whats the matter darling?”

“I… I missed this.”

For once he doesn’t beat around the bush he says what he means, no long ass figuring out anything to try and understand what this means he just says what he means, what he feels.

“I missed you.” He adds in.

Aoyama hums in agreement. “I miss you too,” He replies in a hushed tone rocking Bakugo like he’s a infant about to pass the fuck out in his parents arms and be put to bed soon.

Actually thats kinda fucking weird. He thinks… nope not gonna let it ruin it.

“Can we move this to the bed darling? It’s rather chilly tonight and it’s nicer for cuddling.”

Fuck he was cuddling wasn’t he? he ‘s like a big stupid teddy bear. Curiosity suddenly over takes him but he refuses to ask whats poking him. -Could Aoyama carry him?-

“Fine,” he opts for instead, they climb down from the roof and slug their bodies into Bakugo’s bed, Bakugo turns over on his side while Aoyama gets in next to him and spoons him, locking their legs underneath the covers.

“Don’t think i didn’t see your fucking face light up like a damn traffic light.” Aoyama’s semi sleepy state is awakened when Bakugo suddenly says this thumb rubbing over the hand that’s wrapped around his god given 27 inch waist. He was in a trance about to fall asleep this woke him the fuck up.

Bakugo’s smile is evil when he leans back to see Aoyama’s wide eyes. “You thought when i said come back to my room you were getting something you fucker.” He ever so gently rolls his hips into Aoyama's, causing the boy to turn red as a stop sign. (More like go sign)

“Heh, pervert.” He almost laughs, kissing him on the lips taking a simple love bite before doing that again.

Aoyama is dizzy again in that hazy way. He has to hold in any sound not to make a fool of himself (Honey you already have dont worry)Still he holds Bakugo a little closer. His toes curl in anticipation, was Bakugo willing to go that far? He wasn’t stopping him if he was but he surely wasn’t going to try and be the first to dive into such a thing. His thoughts are soon changed after a couple more kisses and body grinds, Bakugo is doing all the work and he’s just here for the ride.

He tries to dip his fingertips into Bakugo’s sweatpants to see if he truly feels strong about this but when so much as a fringe of skin makes contact with the other blonde he grabs him by the wrist.

Aoyama flinches into the kiss. He opens his eyes. (WHEN WERE THEY CLOSED?)

Bakugo finishes kissing him, pulling his lip a little before pulling away.

“No you don't,” Bakugo says. “Not tonight.”

There is a promise of another night in that statement.

Aoyama gulps nodding, he moves his hands away like a good boy replacing them to a more appropriate position. He's got him by the chest instead. His face falls between Bakugo's neck and shoulder He kisses him on the ear.

“You really are out to get me aren’t you?” It’s a joke but he isn’t laughing at all. Nothing is funny about teasing someone this way especially when life is hard enough as it is.

"Maybe"

The conversation doesn't get any further because Bakugo falls asleep, it was pass his bedtime. Aoyama is left alone and the bad part is he can't sneak off to the bathroom or go back to his room. (not that he really wants to,) He would have to just calm down and deal with it for tonight.

Like he has been doing for the past couple nights anyway..

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I’m going to make a sideblog so i can actually just post these cause i don’t wanna put steamy spice in your ask box ITS GETTING THERE i honestly really did forget what i wanted Aoyama to say to him, promise me you’ll continue to have comments like you did on the other two if i make a side blog put them in the replies or something on the post i live off you reading my stupid little story you and everyone else MAWH lova ya keep being beautiful <3

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I'm really sorry for taking so long to reply, I had to work over the weekend and couldn't get into my computer to read properly, but I'm so glad to have something to read today before I have to start studying again!! thank you so much for the effort you put into the story, let's go <33

My poor Bakugo is going through so much and has to deal with love pains on top of everything [and Aoyama is not doing any better it seems

"cause unlike Deku he can keep his feelings out of other people's secrets" he's so sassykdjjkdkdj

"If you were a crazy person like Midoriya you would notice Bakugo stopped cleaning for a millisecond, and started again." professional observant Deku in work mode

wouldn't it be funny if Deku pressed on the issue and Katsuki just exploded blabing everything that's been going onkjjkd

thank god aoyama asked for them to talk, can't handle this awkward phase

and ofc baby you can think whatever you want patpat

HELPLKDLKD okay we don't give a fuck about the canon aspects of his bedroom! his bedroom is close to the roof to US and that's all that matters <3

/his/ blasty boy cries

not the kool aid pleasekdfkjdfjldflj

I'm so sorry but every deku mention makes my bkdk heart skip a beat because yes how can someone other than Deku know him this well, I love how this is the bar for him

if this were ao3 this would be worth of the miscommunication tag, no them going "well I was only avoiding you because you avoided me first!!!"

"He’ll miss this he really will…" not you teasing us with the prospect of heavy angst….

BAKUGO WANTS CUDDLES AND HUGS, BUT NOT JUST ANYONE, HE WANTS AOYAMA IM GONNA EXPLODE

I can totally see bakugo being obsessed with aoyama's waist, yup yup makes sense

THE TEASINGGGGGG OMG, was holding my breath the entire time, so much tension fuckkkkkk

DAMN THIS WAS GOOD, FUCKKSDKJDSKJ I JUSTJJDJKSDLKSDKJ I NEED TO SCREAM

this chapter (we're gonna call it that) felt so much more structured, the way you write really sucks you into the story, it's like we're standing there watching everything!! idk I think u really should publish the story, I'm sure it could reach a lot of people and it's so enjoyable, i just be giggling, screaming and talking to myself the entire time

please do make a sideblog!! i would love to intreact even more for sure!! will make sure to be commenting and freaking out in the tags

i hope you had good days in your life, hope you're doing great, love u <3

[darkphoenixlady]

Queen Buffy - Episode 3

First Episode

Episode 3

The next morning, Buffy takes a tray of scrambled eggs on toast up to her mom’s room. As she walks through the door, she stops and smiles as she sees Dawn lying asleep beside her mother. A discreet snap of her fingers has a second tray appear balanced on her hand, with a bowl of her favourite cereal on it.

“Good morning sleepy heads. Did you sleep well after last night?”

Dawn sits up with a yawn and looks at Buffy oddly, “Breakfast in bed?”

Buffy smiles, “Yep, I thought you could both do with it after that demon attack last night. And all the men tromping around at oh god o’clock.”

Dawn smiles as Buffy hands her the tray, and Joyce starts to wake up.

Looking at the tray, Joyce chuckles, “When did you learn to cook Buffy?”

Buffy puts on an offended look, “Hey, you should know, you taught me. Scrambled eggs on toast, see, nothing difficult.”

Joyce smiles, “I know, I don’t feel very hungry though.”

Buffy nods, “That’s OK, you just need to eat something so that I can give you your morning pills.” She pours on the puppy dog eyes, “Please, just a few bites, for me?”

Joyce laughs, and then winces, before taking a bite, “Mmm, Buffy, this is delicious. How did you sleep?”

Buffy shakes her head, “I haven’t yet. I’ll sleep once you’re out of surgery.”

“Buffy, you shouldn’t. You need to sleep.”

Buffy shrugs, “It’s only a couple of nights. It’s not like I need much normally as the slayer, either.”

“Promise me you’ll get some sleep tomorrow.”

Buffy smiles, “Don’t worry, I plan on it.”

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A little while later, Dawn comes down stairs to find Buffy surrounded by screwed up bits of paper while she seems to be doing math on a fresh sheet, “Hey Buffy, what are you doing?”

Buffy looks up, frustration clear on her face, “I’m trying to translate a half remembered spell into runes.”

Dawn looks confused, “Why?”

“Because Pomona sprout learnt it while she was doing her mastery in herbology, but never cast it. Minerva heard of it, and Beth was too young to know of it.”

“Ok, what does it do?”

“It grades components, and sort of tells you if they’re suitable for wand making or potion making.”

“And, why do you want that?”

“I have the heart of the demon in the fridge. I want to know if any of it can be used.”

“Eww, why? Surely it’s tainted.”

Buffy pushes the paper away, “You’re probably right, even if you’re not, I probably need to take a break. Just put the plates by the sink, I’ll wash them later.”

Dawn does so, and asks, “Buffy, what were you going to tell me today?”

“Dawn, sit down and don’t jump to conclusions, OK?”

Dawn nods and takes a seat, “OK.”

Buffy looks at her hands, before taking one of Dawn’s, “Dawn, you’re magically adopted. The reason the insane people keep talking about your pictures is that you didn’t have a physical body until September.” She tightens her grip as Dawn tries to pull away, “Dawn, that doesn’t change the fact that you are my sister. Or that mom’s your mom too. It just means that you came into our lives in a nonstandard manner. Do you understand?”

Dawn looks panicked, “You mean they’re right, I’m a freak, and I don’t exist?”

“Dawn, Dawn! Look at me. Feel my hand gripping yours. Does that feel like something fake? It doesn’t matter how you came into our lives, all that matters is that you are my family.”

Dawn bursts into tears, so Buffy pulls her into her lap, “Dawn, it’s better you find out now, from me, than if one of my enemies found out, and tried to use it against you. Once mom’s better, I’m going to work out how to make sure that she’ll be healthy and strong enough to protect herself for the rest of her life. I’d like you to have the same thing.”

Joyce, feeling a bit better, gets dressed and comes downstairs before Dawn has finished crying out, “Buffy, what’s wrong with Dawn?”

Buffy looks up, “With all the people approaching her, and telling her things, I bit the bullet and told her she was magically adopted by us.”

“Oh, is that what I saw last night. I thought it was just my tumor.”

Buffy nods, “It is, and I can make sure that both of you can protect yourselves in future. I’m going to do something about it once you’re out of surgery.”

“Buffy, I…”

“Mom, I want you to at least be able to run away. What if we have another demon attack, or vampires try to burn the house down. I just want you both safe.”

“I know honey, and I think that’s an admirable way of thinking. But I’m getting old now.”

Buffy smiles, “That’s OK, it would help with that too.”

Joyce smiles, “You win. I’m going to sit in the yard as it’s a nice day.”

The rest of the day passes quickly once Buffy’s friends start to turn up to keep her company and… help with the chores.

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 The next day, after the nurse has inserted the canula for Joyce’s IV, Buffy recasts her monitoring charm before joining the others in the waiting area. Over the course of the day, Willow, Xander, Giles, and Riley all stay with Buffy and Dawn while they wait.

Even with the monitoring charm in the back of her head, the wait for news is excruciatingly long.

Eventually, the doctor walks down the corridor with an exhausted gait, and wearing blue scrubs.

Buffy stands up with a smile, as the monitoring charm suggests that Joyce is sleeping peacefully. As she does, everyone else stands up with her.

Once the doctor is close enough, Buffy asks, “How did it go?”

With an exhausted sigh, the doctor smiles slightly, “It went well, and she’s in recovery now. I was able to visualize the tumor completely.”

Buffy sags in relief, “That’s great news, were there any complications?”

The doctor shakes his head, “No, everything went smoothly. Barring something going wrong during her recovery, she’s going to be fine.”

Buffy squeals with happiness and hugs Dawn and then Riley. Finally, turning to the doctor, she pulls him into a bone creaking hug, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Rather than respond, the doctor instead arches his back in pain, and lets out a loud expression of pain. Quickly letting go, Buffy steps back, “Sorry.”

The doctor just waves her off.

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 It’s only an hour later that Buffy and Riley are slow dancing in the lounge, with relaxing music playing, and flickering candlelight giving the room a soft and slightly surreal feel to it.

Buffy puts her head against Riley’s chest, “Mmm, can we put this song on repeat?”

Gently, Riley says, “Whatever you want.”

Buffy frowns slightly at the scent of vampire coming from Riley’s left arm, but shakes it off as she leans back, “Can we put the whole night on repeat?”

Riley nods, “Absolutely.”

Buffy nods, “Good.” Then she leans back with a pleased moan, “Mmm, I can’t believe how relaxed I feel. It’s like all the tension’s just left my body.”

Riley quirks a smile, “Already? ‘Cause I had that scheduled for a little later on.”

With a slight hint of incredulousness, Buffy asks, “Scheduled? Are you planning on seducing me, Mr Finn?”

Riley’s grin becomes more pronounced, “Always.” Before he leans in for a kiss, “I want tonight to be special for you.”

Looking up into his eyes, Buffy says, “It’s more than special. It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad. You deserve it after everything you’ve been through.”

Buffy looks down at his chest, “Well, it’s nothing compared to what my mom had to deal with.”

“But it was a lot. And you were incredible.”

Buffy gives a humorous smile, “Not really. Just covering for the weepy child within.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. You stayed strong throughout Buffy. You never even cried.”

Buffy can’t help shaking her head slightly, “Oh, I cried. I cried so hard, I didn’t think I was gonna be able to stop. I’ve got the tears in a bottle to prove it too.”

Turning her head, she rests it against Riley’s chest with her nose away from the vampire stink, before sighing.

Riley sounds a little hurt as he says, “Oh.”

“That’s all in the past now. Mom’s out of the woods, and I’m here with you. That’s all that matters.”

As she looks up at Riley, he captures her lips with his own, and the time for talking and quiet reflection comes to an end, and they move onto gentle love making, before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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 Later that night, as the scent of vampire fills the room, Buffy wakes up from a dream of hundreds of her children dying as they fight to secure a source of food from another hive, before the more dangerous predators arrive to steal it away from both of them. It only takes her a second to recognize the scent from the other night.

“Spike, what are you doing here?”

“I need to show you something.”

Buffy sits up and stares at him, “Really Spike? Every time you show up like this, you risk all of your parts, you know that?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have a good reason. As usual, I’m here to help you, and I… Are you naked under there?”

Buffy growls, “So what if I am? Get out.”

“No, I’m serious. I mean, not about the naked part, I mean…”

“Get out, or I will rip off your head and mount your polished skull on my wall.”

Spike steps back at the threat, before he rallies, “I wanna show you something.”

“What?”

“You need to see this. But we need to move if we want to get there in time.”

Buffy sighs, and gets out of bed. Spikes eyes widen before he spins around. With a click of her fingers, Buffy’s dressed in comfortable clothes, “Well, let’s go then.”

Spike turns back and does a double take, before leading her out of the house.

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 Spike leads Buffy to a rundown second floor two story apartment, accessed by a set of concrete stairs that’s covered by graffiti and posters. At the bottom of the stairs, a few steps go down to the first floor apartment. As they get close, the scent of vampires becomes almost overpowering.

As he leads her up the stairs and into the apartment, the stench is so pervasive that she can’t identify the individual strains anymore.

Looking around, the downstairs area Buffy can see the red, almost orangey, shapes of humans sitting or lying down on various bits of furniture, the dark blue shapes moving above them occasionally illuminated by the faint light, to reveal vampires drinking from different limbs on the humans.

From behind her, Spike says, “No slayage tonight. We’re here for something else.”

Buffy looks around, “What is this place?”

Spike just walks towards the stairs, “This way.”

Buffy follows Spike silently, and watches as a vampire in a leather jacket steps in front of him, “You can’t go up there.”

Spike just grabs the vampire by the throat and throws him to one side. Buffy walks past him and silently ascends the stairs. The hint of a familiar scent pulling on her nose.

As the scent becomes stronger, and more familiar, Buffy puts her hand on the wall, her fingernails carving through the plaster as easily as they’d pass through sand, leaving deep furrows behind her, as a rain of dust falls to the floor.

Vaguely, she’s aware that Spike is in a minor argument downstairs, but still she walks on, until she comes to a bare wooden door beside a crooked light fitting on the wall. Pushing the door open, she looks in side, and has to just stop and stare as she sees Riley sitting in an armchair, with a female vampire sucking on his arm. When he says ‘Harder’ in that almost feral growl he uses when she’s got him on edge, her grip on the door-jam tightens with a loud crack, as the wood shatters under her grip.

Riley looks up, “Buffy?”

Anything else he might have said goes unheard of by Buffy as she turns from the doorway and runs back the way she came. As she rounds a corner, and sees Spike walking towards her, she disappears in a flash of fire, and reappears on her favorite beach from when she was going to Hemery High school.

With a heart wrenching sob, she runs towards the sea and leaps into the air. A sleek black shape replaces her, and dives beneath the waves.

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 Morosely, Riley unlocks the door to his apartment and walks in. Slowly, he moves through the dark apartment, his senses on high alert. As he gets past the entry hall, his eyes pick out the telltale reflection of white skin being lit by the streetlight outside. Turning away from that part of his apartment, he switches on a table lamp and says, “Get out.”

A deep, gruff, voice, responds, “I need to talk to you.”

Riley looks back to see three men in black fatigues standing in the kitchen area, “I’m not in a talking mood.”

The man who just spoke walks forward, “Then listen.”

One of his old squad mates walks up with the man, “Riley, just give the man a chance. If you don’t like what you hear, we’ll be on our way.”

Riley glances at his squad mate before licking his lips and looking at the new man, “Talk fast.”

“We have a code one in Belize. A demon tribe is taking apart missionaries in the rain forest down there.”

Riley looks down at the ground, “And you’re telling me this because…”

“We’re going down to terminate their operation. We want you to join us.”

Riley pauses for a long moment before he responds almost guiltily, “I’m a civilian.”

“You’re a soldier.”

Riley’s voice rises slightly, “I quit the government a long way back.”

“We’re not government. We’re Army.”

Riley’s squad mate adds, “Just like you.”

The man in charge steps forward into Riley’s space, “It’s not The Initiative, Finn. We don’t do experiments. None of us give a damn what makes monsters tick. We just stop ‘em.”

Riley sways slightly, “What do you need me for?”

“I think you can handle yourself, and I always need bodies. I’m not gonna lie to you. It’s the real deal. High risk, low pay, and seriously messy. We ship out for Central America tomorrow midnight. Now, maybe civilian life is working out for you, and maybe not. Midnight, tomorrow. Decision’s yours.”

Riley stares off into the distance for a long time after the three men file out, and close the door behind them.

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 The next morning finds Giles standing on a step ladder, affixing a sign above the cash desk in Magic Box. Behind the counter, Anya and Xander are both dealing with the morning delivery, while Willow is adjusting things on the shop floor.

With a sigh, Giles finishes tying off the last corner of his Seasonal holiday sign advertising the various new year religious observations that are coming up, “And so it begins.” Climbing down the steps he continues, “No longer a victim of crass holiday commercialization, I’m a purveyor of it.”

Pulling a container out of the box she’s unpacking, Anya makes a face as she pulls one out of the container, “Oh, who ordered more chicken’s feet? The ones we have aren’t moving at all.”

Xander snarks, “That’s generally what happens when you cut them off the chicken.”

Anya huffs, “I’m serious. Maybe we could do a holiday promotion. One free with every purchase.”

Giles looks up wistfully, “Oh, year. Dear holiday memories. Merry tykes by the fire, enjoying their new Christmas chicken feet.”

Willow walks up to the counter and clasps her hands in front of her chest, “Aw, holding them tight as they fall asleep, painting their little toenails.”

Anya chuckles as she looks at the chicken’s foot in her hand, “That’s very humorous. Make fun of the ex-demon. I can just hear you in private. ‘I dislike that Anya. She’s newly human and strangely literal.”

Buffy walks into the conversation and takes the chicken foot Anya’s holding out, “Oh, thanks Anya.” Buffy takes a crunchy bite from the foot, “Mmm, these are great. Anyway, I just wanted to catch you and Xander. Um, something came up last night, and I need some time to clear my head, and order my thoughts. Um, would you mind looking after Dawn for another couple of nights.” Buffy turns to Giles, “Maybe you, Giles, if they can’t. Only, I don’t think I’m going to be able to get home for a couple of days.”

Giles stammers, “Oh, um, I think we can sort something out.”

Buffy smiles brightly, “Oh, thanks guys.” Turning around she walks away crunching the chicken foot, and seems to just fade into nothing before she gets to the door.

Willow looks at where Buffy was, before looking back to everyone else, the previous bickering forgotten, “Um, did anyone else see that?”

Anya looks outraged, “I did, she walked out of her without paying for that chicken foot.”

Xander shakes his head as he reaches into the pot and pulls out a chicken foot, “I think Willow was talking about the whole becoming invisible thing.”

Giles takes his glasses off to clean them, “Yes, yes, quite. I was going to look up the phoenix, but with the Queller Demon and Joyce’s brain surgery, I completely forgot.”

As Xander sniffs the chicken foot, and starts to nibble on it, Anya nods, “Is this related to the night light that Dawn has?”

Willow looks confused, “Night light?”

Anya nods, “It’s carved into a poker chip, and Dawn said that Buffy made it for her the night the Queller demon attacked.”

Willow looks curious, “Buffy made it? But magical artifacts are supposed to be hideously difficult to make.”

Giles coughs, “They can be. It depends on the artifact and the cost you pay. I really should try to find out what Buffy summoned with her wish.”

Xander makes a face, and spits a bit of chicken foot out into his hand, “Ugh, these are disgusting. How could Buffy just crunch them like that.”

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 Joyce smiles at her daughter, even though she can see the tension in her shoulders, “Buffy, you don’t have to be here with me. You should be out with your friends.”

Buffy turns around holding a long haired silver wig, “Mom, I’m here because I want to be.”

“What about Riley?”

Joyce watches the twitch on Buffy’s face as she touched a nerve, “I gave Riley the day off, so I could spend time with you.”

“Buffy, I don’t think Riley would see that as a chore.”

“I know mom, it’s just.”

As Buffy sits on the end of the bed, Joyce puts her hand on Buffy’s arm, “Is this like Angel?”

Buffy shakes her head, “No, Angel never… I saw something last night, and I’m trying to get my head around it and everything else that’s happened to me recently.”

“Like the fact you’ve become proficient with magic recently?” Buffy looks guilty, so Joyce laughs, “Buffy, I was sick, not stupid.”

Buffy nods and clicks her fingers, a plastic water bottle with maybe a ¼ inch of liquid in the bottom, “Drink this mom. It will heal your surgical wounds. It’s not as good as putting them directly on the wound. But it will work.”

Joyce closes Buffy’s hand over the bottle, “Maybe once they’ve discharged me. I don’t think the world is ready for magical cure all’s. Now, you should go and do what you need to do rather than sitting around the hospital. I’m perfectly capable of entertaining myself.”

Buffy smiles before she disappears with a pop, leaving Joyce to look wistfully at the space she was just sitting in.

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 Dawn chews on some popcorn as she sit on a leather couch in Giles’ apartment, the local news playing on the TV.

“In an NBC exclusive, we are now going live to the Midland Ranch Road Beach on Avalon, just off the coast of Los Angeles, where the mostly eaten corpse of a blue whale washed up earlier this afternoon. Susan, what’s going on there?”

Dawn looks over at Giles, who’s pouring over an old tome, “Mr Giles, what could eat a blue whale, and only remove the skull from the skeleton?”

Giles looks up bemusedly, “Huh? Just call me Giles, or Rupert. What was that?”

Dawn points at the TV, “A blue whale washed up on a beach.”

Giles stands up and comes over to look at the TV where a reporter is standing up wind of a beheaded blue whale corpse that’s missing the skull. As the reporter continues talking, Giles sinks onto the couch with Dawn and cleans his glasses, “Oh god.”

On the TV, the camera pans over to someone who’s claiming that it was a dinosaur that did this.

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 In the Magic Box, Anya is cashing up, and double checking the receipts against the receipt role from the till, with Xander sweeping the floor and generally tidying up for the morning.

Xander leans on his broom and looks over at Anya, “Anya, what do you think’s going on with Buffy?”

Anya looks up, “What do you mean?”

“It’s just, the way she was this morning. Running off who knows where without even a word.”

Anya shrugs, “Who knows, could be anything.”

“Yeah, but there was also that chicken foot earlier.”

Anya smiles wistfully, “It wasn’t that bad, I remember going to one party, and they served live bloodworms that you had to dig out of the victim yourself.”

“Would you stop being scary for a minute and listen to what I’m trying to tell you?”

Both of them look up as the bell on the door tinkles, and Riley walks in. As he comes over to the counter he asks, “She in there?”

Xander shakes his head, “No, we haven’t seen her since this morning when she asked us to look after Dawn for a couple of nights.”

“Did she say why?”

Anya shakes her head, “No, just that she wouldn’t be going home for a couple of nights while she worked stuff out.”

Riley stands there looking stunned, as though the bottom of his world has just fallen out. After a long moment he asks, “Can you let her know. Can you let her know that the Army want me to help with a demon thing? It’ll be a radio silence operation, no contact with civilians, or anything. I-I’ll be shipping out from the initiative helipad at midnight. I-If she wants to talk, I’ll be there until then.”

Xander awkwardly claps Riley on the shoulder a couple of times, “Sure, if we see her, I’ll let her know.”

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 Riley stands at a parade rest while he looks out over the darkened parkland towards Sunnydale and Buffy’s home. Behind him, the other men are busy securing the last of the stowage for their flight to a military airfield, where they’ll then get a plane south.

His own gear was stowed nearly an hour ago, and he’s been watching the entryways to this field since then. As the minutes tick towards midnight, his heart sinks lower and lower in his chest. Until the sound of the helicopter spinning up causes him to, reluctantly, turn around and take his seat.

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[makethatelevenrings]

Streaks  // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: extremely vague reference to torture

Synopsis: You were aware of what the streak in your hair meant. The Red Hood was not.

A/N: I have like 3 Jason photos ok be gentle with me lol HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON!

“H.” You mouthed the letter to yourself as you walked on the gray speckled carpet to your target. The comforting musk of old books enveloped you, easing the tension that lined your shoulders. You were on a mission. Every two weeks, you came to the library and picked out a few books to read. It was routine and comforting and the best part of your day. Your therapist was glad that you had books to sink your mind into when the thoughts became too much.

“H.” You brushed your fingers over the spines as you looked for the last book on your list. The canvas tote bag that hung on your shoulder was already filled with a few picks, but you were determined to get this last one.

Just as your hand landed on the book in question, a much larger, much more calloused hand stopped right next to yours. You withdrew your hand and let out a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry,” the smooth, rough voice said. You flashed him a quick smile and did a double take. He was handsome. Ethereally handsome. Tall with a chiseled jaw and dark hair and blue-green eyes and full lips. Oh hell, he was hot.

“No harm, no foul,” you replied. “Exit West? That’s a good book.”

“So is Signs Preceding the End of the World. You have good taste.”

You turned to face him fully and he froze, his eyes fixated on the strip of white in your hair. You blanched and spun around, grabbing the book off the shelf. Of course, he noticed that.

“Have a good day,” you murmured as you hurried towards the self checkout.

Two weeks later, you were back searching for more books and when you turned the corner for the non-fiction section, he was standing there. You wanted to let out a groan of frustration, but this was a library and you had decorum. Stepping around him, you made your way towards the book you needed when his quiet voice stopped you.

“You were right. It was a good book.”

You stilled, your fingers curling around the strap of your bag. Raising your chin to meet his gaze, you only found sincerity in his gaze. You tore your gaze away and focused on the books behind him.

“Usually am,” you quipped, but the fire in your voice fell flat, as if cool water had been tossed over the coals of your anger and the last of the steam curled into the air and disappeared. You had lost a lot of that fire since the incident. That’s what your therapist and you called it.

The incident.

“I never caught your name. I’m Jason.”

“Y/N.” You blinked in surprise but shook his proffered hand. Jason offered you a small smile and you couldn’t help but return it. Pulling your hand back, you clasped your arms around the book you had cradled to your chest and then rocked back on your heels.

“Well, if you ever need any recommendations, you know where to find me.” You gestured around at the library and his crooked grin grew.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

That night, Jason found himself seated on one of the rooftops of the Bowery. His helmet was tuned into the comms, but his focus was on the people below. This was his territory and he was their protector. That meant he needed to keep his head and watch out for potential signs of danger. The Bowery and Park Row might be the most notorious spots for violence in Gotham, but Red Hood refused to let kids and families get trapped in the middle of gang violence.

His interest piqued at the sight of a familiar figure. You walked out of an apartment complex and he tensed, searching for any signs of threats nearby. He relaxed only a tiny bit when he saw that there were none of the usual players out, but he kept his focus locked on you.

You held something in your hand and he watched as you paused near an alley and then crouched down. A few cats came running out of the alleyway when you shook whatever was in your hand and then you poured food into a few bowls and set them out. They wound around your feet and rubbed their cheeks against your legs in appreciation as you pet them gently.

A shout sounded from the east and he whipped his head around to look, but it was just some kids playing soccer under the streetlights. You gave the cats one last pat and then headed over to the kids. They cheered when you joined them in their game and Jason just couldn’t believe it.

That streak in your hair. The mallen streak. It was nearly identical to the one that marred his own black hair. But seeing you now with laughter in your lungs and a wide smile on your face…it only made his chest ache. He knew how he got his streak. He hated to think that someone as gentle as you received yours in a similar manner.

After a few rounds of pickup soccer, you sent the kids home to sleep and then started heading back to your apartment again. Jason considered his options for a moment and then grappeled down to land next to you. You flinched back, your whole body shuddering as you raised your arms to cover your face.

“Shit, sorry,” he exclaimed.

“Oh.” You lowered your hands. “Hood. Do you need something?”

When he took over the Bowery, Jason established that Red Hood was only to be feared by the people who wanted to hurt the innocent. He deposited formula and diapers on the doorsteps of single moms, intimidated dickhead landlords who refused to fix heaters during winter, and yes, putting a bullet between the eyes of anyone who tried to deal to kids. Folks thought they could make cash or get food from him in exchange for information, but the truth was that he would give them the stuff regardless. But it established a relationship between him and the neighborhood. The Bowery was his and he was the Bowery.

“It’s not safe to walk alone at night,” he answered coolly.

“Who said I needed protection? I’ve got a taser and a mean right hook,” you shot back. His lips twitched under his mask and he fell in step with you.

“I was talking about me needing protection. Good to know I picked a good person to walk with.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, but you didn’t stop the smile that grew on your lips. Stopping at the mouth of the alley again, you bent down to collect the empty food dishes from the cats. You walked in companionable silence up to the door that led to your apartment complex.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you mumbled out. “And thanks for protecting the neighborhood. Back when…back when he was in control, the kids weren’t safe to play outside.”

When Black Mask was in control, he noted. The predecessor to the Hood before he was put down by one of Jason’s bullets.

“You’ve lived here a long time?”

“My whole life.” You puffed your cheeks out and then let out a long stream of air. “Debated on moving when it got bad but after you killed him, things got better.”

He watched as you reached up, your fingers subconsciously brushing against the white streak in your hair and all of the pieces fell into place. Jason forced himself to unclench his fist as he recalled the terror in your eyes when he had appeared beside you. How you raised your hands to defend yourself from a blow to the face.

“Did he hurt you?”

You ducked your head and dragged your shoe along the gravel below your feet, scuffing the edge of your sneakers in the dirt. “My roommate had a debt that she didn’t pay on time. When they came to intimidate her, they grabbed the wrong person. Didn’t realize their mistake until three days later but it was enough.”

Rage burned through his veins, but he tamped it down and instead, brushed his gloved hand against your jaw and lifted your gaze to meet the white lenses of his helmet. Tenderly, he touched the edge of your hairline where the streak started and then slid his fingers down to cup your cheek.

“I should have killed him sooner,” he whispered.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Paralian

Pairing: soft!Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Words: ~3.6k

Summary: You find the Winter Soldier washed up on the beach in front of your small cabin and debate what you should do with him.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (titty worship, soft sex, unprotected vaginal sex) minor angst, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: My official entry for @bonkywobble ‘s halfway to 1k challenge! I chose the prompts paralian (one who lives by the sea) and stranded so here we are!! Congratulations Georgie!!!!

It was your third year being stationed on Rankki, and fuck you were starting to get so bored.

You cursed yourself every day for taking this shit assignment. Sure, an isolated life on an idyllic Finnish island sounded great! All you had to do was monitor the radar for any Soviet subs and the radio for any communications that were worrisome, and other than that, you could enjoy the nice quiet life by the sea you’d always wanted.

Fuck all that shit.

Nothing ever happened, the last blip on the radar you’d received was just a pod of whales, and as sure as SHIELD was that they were tapped into the appropriate Soviet channels, you had never heard anything exciting or important.

You were damp all the time, the wind and sea spray soaking you to the bone and leaving you with a never ending chill. You had a fireplace but there was no wood anywhere on the tiny island. You knew, you’d walked all over the damn thing a thousand times. You had to arrange for shipments of wood from Helsinki every few months.

You were standing on the rocky shore outside your tin sided house as you sipped a mug of tea with a thick wool blanket wrapped around you. There were vicious looking black and purple clouds rolling in from the east, and you sighed to yourself before heading back inside to prepare for the upcoming storm. At least that would be a break from the monotony you were stuck with.

Within twenty minutes you heard the roll of thunder and then the wind hit your house with a howl, shaking the siding as rain pounded on your roof. You just stoked the fire with a sigh, secure in the knowledge that the construction of your house was sound.

You sat back in your armchair and curled up under your blankets to look out the window as lightning streaked across the sky. You could see see massive waves rolling far out in the gulf when suddenly your radio crackled and a distress call broke the silence in your living room.

The caller was speaking in frantic Russian as you scrambled to pick up the microphone. You tried to get a location or any information from the caller but they were babbling frantically and you didn’t think they heard you. The only words you were able to make out were Sverdlov, Karpov, and Soldat.

You sucked in a sharp breath at the last word. That was supposed to be a fucking rumor. Maybe evidence of the Winter Soldier would finally get you off this god forsaken strip of land. You tried to remain calm as you called back over the radio, but all you got in response was dead air.

You cursed before trying to raise the SHIELD base over comms, but there was no luck, the storm was causing too much interference. No matter which frequency you tried, you couldn’t get anything but static.

“Goddamn it.” You muttered, chewing on your lips as you gazed out the window again. You’d try again once the skies had cleared, maybe you’d get lucky and the ship would make it through, and you’d be able to hail them again.

The storm ended in a little over an hour, stopping as suddenly as it had started. You stood up and stretched, folding your blanket and tossing over the back of your armchair as you headed to your radio. You flipped through each channel slowly, desperately trying to find a signal, but all that greeted you was dead air.

A sigh escaped from deep in your chest as you shook your head resignedly, deciding to head out to walk over the island for the million and first time.

You cursed when you walked outside. The beach was littered with driftwood and other debris, including what you were quite certain were the pieces of the vessel you had received the distress call from.

You muttered angrily to yourself as you picked your way over the rocky beach, dreading the task of clearing up all this shit. At least it would be something to occupy your time over the next few days.

You caught a hint of movement out of the corner of your eye and felt your body tense as you went to investigate, suddenly regretting your decision to leave your gun inside.

You came up on what you initially thought was a dead body until you saw it roll over and jumped back warily. A set of blue eyes gazed up at you questioningly and you caught a glimpse of metal below the man’s sleeve.

“Who are you?” He rasped in surprisingly good English, struggling to stand up. “Where am I?”

“You’re on the island of Rankki in Finland.” You answered, searching for something you could use as a weapon gas you kept one eye on the stranger. “What do you remember?”

“I don’t know.” He muttered, drawing slowly to his feet as you sucked in a breath at the sheer power of his build, not missing the glint of metal on his left hand.

“Fuck.” You muttered as you realized you were now stuck on a tiny ass island with the Winter Soldier and no outside communications. “What’s your name?” You asked, looking around desperately for something you could use as a weapon if you had to fight him.

“I... I don’t know.” He mumbled, shaking his head and staggering as he tried to walk towards you.

You took a step back and chewed on your lip, trying to decide what to do. If he really couldn’t remember anything, he was going to be useless to you, though SHIELD would probably love to take apart that arm and study it. If he was faking it, he would most likely kill you in your sleep.

The look he gave you was full of pain and confusion, though, and you cursed yourself in your head for being so soft and gullible.

“Ok, let’s get you inside before the sun sets. I’ll make you some tea and get you into some dry clothes, ok?”

He nodded and followed you inside, looking around warily once he stepped into your tiny cabin. You chewed your lip as you closed the door behind him, still trying to figure out exactly what you should do about this new complication.

“The bathroom’s through here.” You said as you ushered him towards the back of your house. “Maybe take a hot shower and I’ll try to find you some clothes?”

He just grunted as he closed the door in your face, and you let out a deep sigh. You moved to put the kettle on the stove and reheat some lentil stew before heading to your radio. You flipped through all the channels, cursing under your breath as you still failed at raising the SHIELD base on the mainland. You worked at stashing all of your weapons as you listened to the shower running, knowing that if he really wanted to hurt you, he wouldn’t need a weapon.

You heard the shower shut off and grabbed an oversized sweater and some thermal leggings you hoped would have enough give to fit over his thick thighs. He stepped out of the bathroom and you swallowed a moan once you saw him with nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. It had been three years with nothing but your fingers to keep you satisfied and the presence of the massive soldier was reminding you just how hard up you were. You took a deep breath as you handed him the clothes and turned back to the kitchen, pouring two mugs of tea and serving up the leftover stew.

“Eat up.” You said when he returned from getting dressed in your bedroom. “Sorry, there’s not a lot of food options here.”

“S’fine.” He mumbled around a mouthful of stew as he sank onto your couch, and you did your best not to ogle the outline of his cock in your too tight leggings.

You gulped down your tea quickly as you tried to school your thoughts. This was very bad. You were stuck with one of the most dangerous Soviet agents alive and all you could think about was crawling into his lap and fucking yourself on his cock. Even if he did have amnesia, this was a very, very bad idea.

“The stew was good.” He mumbled as he finished his bowl, turning to you as you worked on your own helping. “Thank you.”

“Mmhm.” You mumbled, still trying to think about anything else except letting him bend you over and fuck you against the counter.

He stood up and moved to rinse off his dishes in the sink, brushing past you and making you clench. You tried to move out of his way but your kitchen was so cramped that all you ended up doing was tangling your feet with his until you almost fell over.

You gasped when he caught you by your elbow and yanked you into his chest to keep you from going down. His chest rumbled with a low growl as you steadied yourself, and you could’ve sworn you felt him sniff your hair.

“You ok?” He murmured before releasing his grip on your arm and letting you step back.

“Yeah, just clumsy.” You whispered, squeezing your thighs together to try to do something to relieve the ache in your core.

“Good.” He said with a deep sigh, running his hand through his hair. “Where am I sleeping?”

You cursed in your head as you thought about that question, looking around your tiny house as you tried to think about where you could stash him. The couch was too small for either of you to comfortably rest on, and you only had the one bed.

“Shit, I guess we’re doubling up.” You muttered, chewing your lip again as you dreaded spending the night in your kind of small bed with the gorgeous, massive stranger that was staring at you with puppy dog eyes. “There’s not even room on the floor anywhere.”

“Ok.” He grunted, avoiding making eye contact with you as you slid past him to wash up for bed.

You locked the bathroom door behind you and started splashing cold water on your face as you tried to calm down. Bad, bad, so bad this was bad. You couldn’t even try to reach SHIELD now and you weren’t sure when you’d have the chance to try again. You brushed your teeth furiously as you did your best to school your thoughts.

You threw on your pajamas once you were finished and stormed into the bedroom, determined to not let your libido get the better of you. He was sitting on the bed in just your leggings, and you swore under your breath as you moved past him to your side of the bed.

“Back to back?” He said with a cocked eyebrow as you slid under the covers and he turned off his lamp.

“Yeah.” You muttered, shutting your own light off and pulling the blankets up your body as you curled around yourself and squeezed your eyes shut.

You heard him let out a deep sigh as you tried to fall asleep, your brain refusing to focus on anything except the warmth of his back against yours.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you did, until you woke up under the suffocating weight of his body draped over yours, his face buried in your hair as he whimpered in your ear.

He wrapped his arms around you and snarled, and you were surprised to feel tears soaking your hair.

“Um, hey.” You muttered as you tried to turn towards him. “Wake up.”

You squeezed his shoulder and gave it a small shake to try to rouse him and his eyes flew open. You yelped as he flipped you over and pinned you to the bed with his hand around your throat.

His eyes were murderous as he gazed at you, his pupils blown wide while you feebly clawed at his metal forearm, struggling to breathe. He finally came out of his post-sleep haze and released you with a hiss, scrambling back on the bed until he was huddled in the corner as you sat up and spluttered to catch your breath.

“Fuck, I don’t know what happened.” He muttered as he buried his head in his hands.

“It’s ok, I think you just had a nightmare.” You said as you rubbed your hand over your neck. “Are you ok?”

He turned his gaze back to you and you sucked in a breath as you saw tears glistening in his cheeks. Your instincts took over and you crawled towards him, curling your body around his and murmuring softly as his chest shook with sobs.

You ran your hands through his hair as he tucked his face into your shoulder, trying to figure out what exactly you should do to help him calm down.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He choked out, his tears soaking through your shirt as you tried your best to comfort him.

“It’s gonna be ok.” You cooed, running a hand over his back softly as he moved his face up to your neck and inhaled deeply, moaning as he took in your scent.

His breathing had finally slowed down, and you could feel his chest moving in deep breaths against yours as he sighed into your hair. You moaned when he suddenly brushed his lips against the hollow beneath your ear as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“You smell so good.” He murmured as he ran his mouth over your throat, his soft lips on your skin making you whine. “Like pine and wind and home.”

“Uh-huh.” You muttered, trying your best to get control of yourself as he ran his hands over your sides until they came to rest on your hips.

His teeth brushed over your jaw and you whined as you felt your core clench around nothing as you throbbed with need. Your breath hitched when he moved his lips to yours and barely brushed against them as you rested your forehead against his and screwed your eyes closed.

“I need you so bad. Open your eyes.” He ordered, bringing his metal hand up to cup your cheek. You did as he asked, losing yourself in his darkened gaze as you breathed deeply. “But we can stop if you want.”

You but your lip as you considered that for a second before smashing your mouth against his in a desperate clash of teeth and tongues as you moaned against his lips.

He wrenched your shirt off and pressed his palms against your tits, gripping them harshly and groaning before bending forward to rub his face over your nipples. You felt a rush of arousal seep out of you as he laved his tongue over one of them and pinched the other, gazing up at you through his lashes as you arched into his face. He brushed his lips over the soft slopes of your breasts as you devolved into a whimpering mess.

You started grinding against his thigh as he worshipped your breasts, tracing their curves with his tongue and lips as you felt the sensation echo in your core. It was too much for you in your touch starved state and you felt a shiver travel up your spine as he brought you closer. He brushed his teeth over your nipple and you came apart with a wordless cry, your pleasure rolling over you in a wave as your pussy fluttered wildly over his thigh, your release soaking your leggings.

He moved his mouth back up to yours and nipped at your lips as he started to turn your bodies to pin you underneath him. His mouth devoured yours as he pulled your leggings off you before shoving his own down his legs as he slotted himself between your thighs.

You bit your lip as you felt him run his steely length through your puffy lips, coating himself in your slick before lining himself up. He rested his forehead against yours and gazed into your eyes as you just blinked at him and pressed your knees against his sides. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you dug your fingers into his biceps as he slid into you slowly, letting out a low moan as you stretched around his girth.

“You still good?” He asked, his eyes still focused on yours as he felt you relax around him.

“Very, very good.” You mumbled as he started to move his hips in long, slow strokes, hitting every spot inside you that had been neglected for the past three years as you melted into the mattress.

“You feel so good.” He murmured, moving to bury his face in your neck as he continued pushing his hips into you. “So tight and warm and... fuck you’re just perfect.”

You couldn’t say anything, you were so consumed with the feeling of him inside of you, your pussy clenching around his cock in waves from base to tip and tip to base as he edged you closer and closer to your release. He sucked your ear lobe between his teeth as you locked your ankles together at the small of his back and did your best to draw him even further inside you.

He kept moving his hips in smooth thrusts, his lips moving over your throat softly as he took you apart with slow, deliberate movements. A final twist of his hips had you screaming, every muscle in your body tightening and releasing like a bowstring as you spasmed uncontrollably around his cock. His eyes moved back to watch you closely as your face contorted with pure bliss and you sobbed underneath him.

You panted as you came down, smiling back at him and unwrapping your legs from around him as he slowly slid out of you. He moved his lips over your shoulders as his hands slid to your waist, starting to turn you over slowly as your breathing finally returned to normal.

He brushed your hair aside and pressed his lips to the back of your neck once he had you on your stomach, his chest pressed against your back as he nudged your thighs apart with his knees. You bit the pillow as he teased his tip against your entrance before pushing into you again, making you whine.

His hips started moving again as he wrapped his fingers through yours and pinned your hands above your head while he fucked you in swift thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass as he smothered you with his body.

“You close, honey?” He murmured against the shell of your ear as you arched your back to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, I’m so close.” You moaned, your cunt clamping around him as he dragged his cock over your g-spot with each push. “Need more.”

“Yeah? I can do that.” He grinned before sinking his teeth into your shoulder and slamming his hips forward.

You shrieked as he fucked you, your body sinking into the mattress as he pressed against you. It only took a few thrusts before you shattered around him, stars exploding behind your eyes as you vibrated underneath him. His hips started stuttering and then he roared in your ear, his cock throbbing and swelling inside you until he was flooding you with his spend, warming you from inside as he fucked his cum into you with quick, rhythm less jerks.

He collapsed on top of you when he was finished, his breath coming in deep sighs as you panted into the pillow. You felt exhaustion starting to drag you under, your lids growing heavy as you felt him soften inside you.

“Can we just stay like this?” He muttered, his lips brushing over your neck gently. “I just want to hold you.”

“Yeah, ok.” You hummed, surrendering to the pull of sleep as he pulled the covers back over the two of you before he sank on top of you with a deep sigh.

You woke up with him still on top of you, his limbs tangled with yours as he snored softly. You moved gingerly as you worked to extract yourself from him, desperately needing to use the bathroom.

He gave a soft huff when you rolled him over, but quickly relaxed as he nuzzled himself into your pillows. You closed the blinds to block out the early morning light and tiptoed out of the bedroom. You took care of your business quickly and we’re heading back to bed when you heard the faint sound of your radio crackling to life.

You rushed into your comm room and turned the radio down before really listening to what you were hearing.

“Agent Y/L/N? Come in!” Someone from the base was calling over the link.

“This is Y/L/N.” You answered.

“We got reports of a wrecked Soviet ship in your area. Intel says they had some sort of asset on board. Has anything turned up?”

You chewed your lip as you thought things over. If you turned the Winter Soldier over, you could probably finally get off this island and land a cushy desk job back in the States. It was all you’d been thinking about for years.

But then you thought about waking up to those small fearful sounds, and the look in his eyes before he started sobbing into your chest. And there was no way you could turn that broken creature over to the cold scientists at SHIELD.

“Just some debris.” You called back over the radio. “Nothing important.”

“Alright, well keep us updated.”

You hung up the receiver and started to move back to the bedroom, smiling sadly as you heard the soldier wondering where you were.

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[glxssylaufey]

hello! i hope you are still taking requests!

can i request a oneshot with tom hiddleston where him and the reader are a already a couple and they into a pillow & tickle fight then it turns into a smut? (i rlly love fics with fluff to smut) you may use these prompts that i found!

"quit stealing all the pillows!"

"stop that! i'm ticklish!"

"can i kiss you?"

"i want you right now."

"all mine."

i hope this isn't a lot, i just really love your fics and keep writing! 🦋

ahh thank you sm, i’m so glad you enjoy my writing, love! <3

AND OK THIS IS ADORABLE, you and tommy will always help each other wind down after a long day with cuddles and passion. i feel like he’d be super sweet and gentle with you all night and then he’ll start to get super playful and eventually… well you know. ;)

i hope this is what you were hoping for! enjoy! ❤️

staying in [tom hiddleston]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

summary: tom hiddleston x fem!reader ; you and your loving boyfriend enjoy a relaxing night at home with one another. little did you realize, the night was only just beginning.

warnings: smut (18+), minors DNI, very fluffy, swearing, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, daddy kink, praise kink

a/n: my dearest apologies for the long wait! i hope you enjoy! requested by: @aestheticallyholland also, keep reading until the end to find my play on words for the title hehe

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The sweet aroma of freshly brewed tea swam through the house as you roamed back and forth in the kitchen. You elevated yourself onto your tippy-toes to retrieve two small cups from the tall cabinet. Seeing how the pair of cups sat neatly on the top shelf away from your reach, you let out a sigh. Of course, you knew who would be the only one tall enough in the house to reach that absurdly high shelving.

“Tom!” you shouted.

“Yes?” he called out from the next room.

“Come help me!” you exclaimed.

Tom was your darling boyfriend that you had met through a mutual friend. You still remember that night your friend dragged both you and Tom to that art museum with them. The both of you grew closer and closer with every conversation or text to where eventually you were inseparable. Even to this day, you smile remembering the day Tom asked you to be his.

“Someone needs rescuing?” Tom quips with a smile, striding into the kitchen. Yup. You had thought to yourself. If anyone would have legs long enough to reach the top shelf, it’s definitely him.

“Absolutely!” you say, playing along. “I don’t know how I’d ever survive if I don’t get my cup of tea right this instance.”

Tom laughs and walks past you to effortlessly pick the two teacups from the cabinet and place them in your hands.

“My lady.” he says with a wink. You giggle.

“Oh, my hero.” you fake a swoon before setting the china cups on the counter. As you being pouring you and your beloved a cup of tea, you feel his body press against your back gently.

His long arms snake around your waist to pull you closer into him. You feel his lips press into your neck, pecking kisses all over your skin.

“The movie is starting, you know.” Tom informs you. You hum slightly, feeling his lips form a smile in the nape of your neck.

“Well, you wanted tea, mister.” you laughed, turning to present him with his cup. “Ta-da!” you exclaim, making Tom chuckle.

“Oh, what would I do without you?” he sighs, taking the cup into his hands before leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. You smile before going to reach for you own cup.

“Hm, I don’t know. Brew your own tea?” you joke, taking a small sip. “Needs more honey.” you say, turning around and placing the cup onto the surface. Tom rolls his eyes dramatically, setting his cup on the counter.

“And I need your company.” he states slyly. Before you could question what he meant, Tom scoops you into his arms causing a squeal to escape your lips.

“Thomas!” you giggle as he starts carrying you bridal style into the living room. “You wanted tea!”

“Yes but I’m afraid I’ll go crazy if you spend another second away from me.” Tom laughs, placing you down onto the couch. He then quickly crawls on top of you to press open mouthed kisses into your neck once more.

“I was only gone for ten minutes!” you claim.

“Exactly.” he laughs. “You’re incredibly slow.”

“Hey!” you say, grabbing a pillow to playfully wack Tom in the side with. He turns to look at you with a devilish smile.

“Oh, you’ll regret that!” he exclaims before lunging at you to tickle you, causing you to burst out into tears of laughter.

“Tom! Stop that! I’m ticklish!” you laugh uncontrollably, trying to push him off you.

“Don’t mess with the God of Mischief, darling!” he says, before attacking your neck again with nips and pecks, his hands still mercilessly tickling at your sides.

Hooking your legs around his slim waist, you jump and pounce on Tom, sending him onto his back. You pin his arms above his head, looking into his crystal blue orbs.

“Or what?” you tease, raising an eyebrow. Tom stare deeply into your eyes, taking note of how stunning you appeared above him. Tom allows his head to fall back ontoo the couch, letting him lay completely under your touch.

After a moment of breath, Tom begins to grin. You watch as his piercing eyes rake over your form.

“What is it?” you ask softly. Tom brings his gaze back to your eyes and sighs joyfully.

“You’re just so beautiful.” he whispers, causing you to blush. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes. You couldn’t bare to resist him any longer.

With your grip still locked on Tom’s wrists, you bow your head to connect your lips with his. As the kiss deepens, you feel him slip his tongue into your mouth, making you moan in pleasurable surprise.

Tom begins to slowly sit up, allowing you to slide further into his lap. You move your hands from his wrists to cup his face while his arms drop to his side. You then feel Tom’s hands slither up your legs to caress your thighs, making you squirm. When the kiss breaks, his eyes are immediately connected with yours.

“Already writhing under my touch, Y/N?” he questions quietly. You blush, looking away in embarrassment.

“No, darling. You know better.” he corrects you, brings his fingers under your chin to lead your face back to in front of his. “Never be ashamed of the pleasure I give you.” he says before bringing you into another kiss. This one was shorter. You disconnected from his lips quickly to speak, still tasting him on your tongue.

“Tommy…” you whisper, your voice almost cracking.

“Hm?” he hums.

“T-the movie.” Is all you could trust yourself to say. You feel him groan against your skin, his hands traveling up your spine to rub soothing circles over your back.

“That can wait. I want you right now.” he insisted. His suggestive words go right to your core as you begin to feel yourself become wet. One of his hands then slowly drop to the bottom of your shirt. He takes the fabric and slowly begins to move it upwards.

“May I?” Tom asks kindly.

“Please.” you whisper, lifting your arms to allow him to undress you. Tom gently discards your shirt onto the floor before removing his own, revealing his broad shoulders and long torso.

You place your hands on Tom’s chest to feel his bare skin against yours, allowing you to feel closer to him. You then press small kisses across his chest while you sneak your hand down to undo Tom’s belt. Though he was swift to stop you.

“Ah, ah. Ladies first, my love.” he tells you as he grabs your hands to halt their movements. He lifts you up slightly to place you flat onto your back on the couch. You sigh in pleasure as you feel Tom kiss his way from your neck down to your clothed breasts.

Both his hands travel up your stomach to knead your breasts through your bra. You groan, relishing in your boyfriend’s praising touch. One of his hands snake towards the back of your bra, skillfully unclasping the straps. Once the lacy fabric falls, Tom’s eyes roamed all over you body with want and hunger. He took note of how the cool air hit your nipples, causing them to harden for him. Tom hums in appreciation, gently pawing at your tits.

“You’re so stunning.” he says in pure awe. He lowers his head down to capture one of your firm nipples into his hot mouth. He sucks on it gently, making you arch your back into his mouth. Your head falls back as he returns the same attention to your other nipple. You weave your fingers through Tom’s light and wavy locks, giving them a tug every so often. His warm and wet tongue felt heavenly in comparison to the chilled room. His teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, making you buck your hips up into him. You were absolutely craving that friction.

“P-please Tom, I need more.” you whisper. Tom glances at you before giving you a devious smile.

“As you wish.” he says simply before sinking down the couch further towards your burning heat. His hands follow, gently caressing down your bare tummy to the band of the pair of sweatpants you had worn for the night in. 

Tom then hooks his fingers in the hem of your pants before looking up at you for your approval with his puppy dog eyes. Although this was not the first time you and Tom had been intimate with one another, you still felt safe and comforted whenever Tom asked your permission for anything and everything. You soften your eyes and give him a soft nod. Tom’s smile grows impossibly wider before he places one last final kiss on your stomach right bellow your belly button.

He removes both your pants and panties in one swift movement, tossing them near by your shirt. Tom takes in the sight of your glistening pussy, ready to be touched. He brings his thumb down onto your sensitive clit, rubbing small circles into your body. You moan out in ecstasy upon feeling his fingers finally touch your needy body.

“Mmm.” Tom practically growls, admiring the sight of your bare cunt. “All mine.” he whispers. With no further warning, Tom dives into your warmth, devouring your dripping pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” you mewl out, arching your back off the couch. This spurs on Tom, his clever tongue beginning to work faster.

You pull at his hair, causing him to moan into your pussy. He ate you like a man starved, his talented tongue licking up every last drop of your sweet juice. You grind yourself onto face, his hands giving your thighs a gentle squeeze before he lifts up his head once again.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and make a mess of my face, Y/N?” he asks in that delicious british accent of his. “Do you want my fingers?” he questions.

“Yes! Yes please, may I please take your fingers into my pussy?” you moan out. Tom smiles against you before pushing a single digit into you. Your moans echo through the house as Tom quickens his pace. He’s quick to find your sweet spots, causing you to push yourself further down onto his fingers.

“You are hugging me so tightly, Darling. I think I ought to stretch you out.” he whispers sinfully before adding in another finger. Once they settle deep inside you he scissors his fingers inside of you ever so slightly.

“Thank you!” you cry. “Your fingers feel amazing, daddy.” you say. Tom grins, his fingers starting to pump in and out of you. He hits your g spot perfectly, making you impossibly wetter.

“I can feel how close you’re growing.” he claims, looking up into your eyes with darkness. “Go ahead, love, cum for me. Show me how much you love my fingers.”

“Yes, daddy! I’m cumming!” you moan. With that, the coil in your stomach snapped with intense pleasure, the wave of your orgasm rushing over you completely.

Tom’s fingers slowed to let you ride out your high. Once his fingers stilled, he pressed one last kiss to your clit before slipping his soaked digits from your sopping pussy.

“Look at this mess you’ve made.” Tom says with a devilish smile. “Go ahead, my girl. Clean it up.” he tells you before bringing his dripping fingers to your mouth. You open obediently, moaning once you taste yourself on the thickness of his fingers.

Your tongue swipes and rolls around his fingers as you made sure to suck on them for good measure. Tom watched you intently, his teeth bared and mouth slightly open while he sighed deeply.

“Fuck, I love you.” he said breathlessly before bringing your face in to kiss him. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting all of you at once. Once this kiss broke, he immediately brought his lips down to your breasts.

“May I make you feel even better?” he pleads with a gentle tone, his eyes asking you for permission to bed you. “Please, Y/N, let me take you.” he whispers into your ear while his hands continued to massage your sides and hips.

As he sucked marks and hickies into your skin you moaned slightly at the sensation of his talented mouth.

“Oh, Tom! Yes! You make it feel so good.” you whisper, your head dizzy with euphoria. Tom stops to glance up at your eyes with a smile.

“Please, I need you.” you nod with a whine.

“Don't worry, my dear. I'm here to keep you happy." he reassures you with a sweet tone. After pecking one last kiss onto your belly, Tom sits up onto his knees to unfasten his belt buckle. The sound of metal clanking filled the room as you continued to watch him.

Once Tom dropped his jeans along with his boxers, you witnessed his hard cock spring into action and bob up and down obscenely. You could feel yourself practically salivating over the delicious sight of his twitching member. You could spot a small pearl of precum leaking from his red and angry tip. Tom must've caught you staring because he chuckled to himself, snapping you out of your daydreaming.

“See something you like, love?” he leases, his voice smooth and deep. You nod eagerly, sitting up to allow yourself a better view of your godly boyfriend.

“Mm, yes sir.” you hum, giving him a wink. “This view just might be even better than that plump backside of yours.” you teased, making Tom scoff with a smile.

“What a tease.” he laughs before, hooking his hands on each of your thighs to yank you closer to him. Your wet entrance pressed against the tip of his cock, causing you to moan out from the sudden contact.

“Do you want me, Y/N?” he asks, placing his hands on either side of your head to position himself above you.

“Always.” you say truthfully.

“Show me.” he requests.

After a brief pause, you give him a mischievous smirk. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist and pushed your heels into his lower back, forcing his cock to slide inside of you.

You and Tom both throw your heads back in a moan, flooding in the passion you had for one another. Tom pulled your body closer to his so he was completely flush against you, his cock nestled deep inside your pussy. He could feel you pulsing around him, begging him to move.

“You are perfection, fuck!” Tom moaned out as he pulled out completely only to slam back inside you. Your back arches off the couch due to the snap in his hips.

“Yes! Thank you, daddy!” you cry. “Oh, yes, p-please make me cum, daddy, please.” you babbled on, his body driving you near insanity.

“Shh, shh, relax. I’ll get you there, it’s alright.” he whispered before leaning down to gently kiss a tear that had fallen down your cheek. “Now be a good girl and let the whole neighborhood know exactly who is making you feel this damn good.”

With that, Tom set a merciless pace of harsh thrusts against your softness. The sound of skin slapping skin flooded the room, quickly followed by Tom’s grunts and your moans.

“Fuck, Tom, feels so good! Please don’t stop!” you moan, wrapping your arms around his strong neck for leverage.

“Believe me baby, I wouldn’t dream of it.” he grunted, hips still rolling deep into you. You could feel every ridge and vein rubbing inside your walls, hitting places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed.

Your nails dug into his broad shoulders, making him hiss into your ear in bliss. His thrusts began to falter, signaling that he was getting close. You pull yourself closer to Tom, wrapping your legs around his strong hips even tighter.

Tom settles from his hands down to rest on his forearms, connecting his chest with your own. You could feel his rapid heartbeat against your sweaty chest as he lowered his head to kiss you.

You bring one of your hands to tangle into his dark blonde locks, deepening the kiss. You both moan into each other’s mouths, adoring the feeling of being so deeply connected to each other. With one particularly hard thrust, you scream in ecstasy when his dick ruts into your g spot. Tom smirks into your neck, knowing he just found the spot. His thrusts quicken, being sure to hit that spot deep inside you every time.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, daddy, I’m close!” you cry. “Please let me cum, I’ve been such a good girl for you, daddy!” your filthy words fill Tom’s ears, making him growl.

“Not yet, darling. Hold on just a little longer.” he gasps, his thrusts becoming sloppier. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“T-Tom, please!” You feel yourself tighten around him, making Tom moan and give one last sharp thrust before spilling inside you.

“Fuck yes, Y/N, cum!” he moans, his cock stilled in your pussy. You scream, the coil in your tummy snaps, making your orgasm flood over his cock. You could feel Tom’s warm seed fill you up, making you gasp in pleasure. Once the room fell still again, so did Tom. He gently lowered himself onto you, careful not to crush you with his weight. You hugged him close to your bare front, rubbing his shoulders and back to soothe the red marks you had clawed into him. The two of you panted in the now silent room, recovering from your highs. You feel Tom begin to move to remove his now softening cock from your pussy. You quickly cease his movement by stopping his hips with your hand.

“Wait, please.” you whisper. Tom stops, afraid he hurt you, his worried eyes snapping to meet yours.

“Are you okay? Have I hurt you?” he asks, frantic. You place your hand on his cheek to calm his nerves.

“Shh, I’m okay... I just… miss you being this close.” you say, hugging him once more. “Can we stay like this just a little longer? Please, just stay inside me tonight.” you ask tiredly, certain you were already drifting off.

Tom smiles, and presses a lingering kiss into your temple before resting to cuddle you with his cock nestled inside you.

“Anything for you, my love. I’ll stay in tonight.”

[frostbittenbucky]

Bruce Wayne

The Batman

The Dark Knight

Worlds Greatest Detective

Had fucked up

Bruce Wayne isn’t a slob, he’s not lazy- he is the complete opposite of his persona “Brucie Wayne”, who is a lazy pampered prince. But Bruce Wayne? Never.

So after Bruce finishes a snack he washes his dishes like any civilized human would do- or else Alfred would have some very choice words and some very petty actions towards him. It’s a simple task, take off his rings, run the water, apply the soap, scrub then rinse.

Simple.

But someone tell Bruce how the hell he managed to drop his ring down the drain? And someone tell Bruce why the didn’t stop for a moment and think before shoving his hand down the drain?

He fucked up. Now he’s stuck. But Bruce Wayne is a genius, he can get himself out of this silly situation. So he tries pulling... and pulling... and pulling. Ok, next option, lubricant. Soap will do. So Bruce proceeds to pour a generous amount of soap around his hand, he moves it around to make sure it’s coated, then he pulls. And pulls. Ok so next move.

What’s the next move?

He groaned loudly, thinking how utterly ridiculous and stupid this situation is. “Ok... dammit,” he muttered to himself. He decided to reach for his phone and-

Shit. It’s on the kitchen island directly behind him, where it’s just out of his reach. Why did he do that? Oh right, because he got water in his speaker last time. Right. Perfect. Wonderful.

“Alfred?” He called out, “Alfred, Damian are you still here?” No response. Shitshitshitshitshitgodammitshitshit.

Maybe he can reach his phone? He thought. So with all his grace he leaned towards to island, swishing at the air in hopes his phone would magically come into his hand. Nah.

Leg, his leg might reach. It’s longer than his arm, and his can get some torso length in there. Lifting his leg and leaning his body out he kicks at the counter, his brows furrowed. Fuck. Bruce is very flexible, but his leg and torso are extended to the fullest human capacity, and fuck why are these countered so spaced out?!

Bruce pulls his body back and lays his forehead on the cold countertop, trying to push down the rage that’s building up in his chest. This is stupid. This is so fucking stupid. “Is anybody home? Stephanie? Jason? Ca- not you, Titus,” He lifted his head from the counter and looked to his right, and there Titus stood in front of Bruce, wanting to investigate the noise. Seeing nothing interesting Titus tilted his head and gave a “boof” before turning out and leaving him to his own demise, “no wait,” Bruce reached out for the dog who already made up his mind.

So there he stood.

Bruce Wayne

The Batman

The Dark Knight

The Worlds Greatest Detective

Dumbass

Knowing he now has to swallow his pride and go into his next move, he groans loudly. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s called when it wasn’t anything life threatening. Sure, it’s rare, but it does happen. Plus, he always understands, and by now he knows the differences between help and help. But Bruce knew there would be consequences... because he isn’t scared of Bruce, all his intimidation tactics fall short, completely on deaf ears around him.

“Clark,” his voice sounded almost like a whine, his voice was a little hoarse from literally forcing the words past his lips, “if you’re not busy I need a hand.”

Just as soon as his finished his sentence Clark was stood in front of him, flannel, glasses, and cowboy boots, “howdy.” Bruce closed his eyes at Clark’s greeting, then opened them to send him a hard glare, “what’s seems to be the problem, Bruce?” A wide and knowing grin spread across Clark’s face. X-ray vision. No explanation needed. Sure friends help friends in their times of need. But best friends? Oh yea, Bruce had to earn his help by paying the high price of humiliation.

“Just hand me my phone, Clark,” pointing at the device just out of reach.

A shocked and confused looked replaced Clark’s smile, “oh, this? This phone right here?” He also pointed, walking to grab the device, “you don’t happen to have Face ID do you?”

“No, I w-“ It was a lie. Clark know had opened his phone just by turning it to Bruce’s face. A sigh left his body, was this price worth his freedom? Probably not.

“Hold on, B, I’m not dressed properly. This is a rescue after all,” and just in a blink of an eye Superman now stood in front of a tired looking Bruce, having no choice of his front vow seat the shit show that was about to unfold. Clark lifted the phone and snapped a couple selfies with Bruce, grinning his charming smile that the world adored him for. Bruce looked like a hungover raccoon, putting it kindly.

“Are your done? Just get me out and I’ll buy you a horse or something.”

“Aw, you do care. I knew you were listening when I told you about that pony farm,” Clark didn’t bother to look up from the phone, tapping away at the screen, “oh Bruce, your groupchat is named ‘family’?”

His eyes widen, “don’t you da-“

“-Isn’t Dick a firefighter? I think that he’s better for this job,” Clark announced, taking a seat on the island that just out of reach, “I hope you understand Mr. Wayne, I’m glad to offer help but them seems like a job for our local emergency service.”

“If you call 911,” Bruce growled, gritting his teeth together, leaning towards the other man and close as possible, “I swear.”

Scoffing, Clark waves him off, “of course not, why would I waste a 911 operators time? There’s people who need real help out there. I’m calling Dick directly.” Once again, is the price of freedom worth it?

————-

“Fireman Dick Grayson reporting for duty!” Cried his oldest child with two other firman following close behind, “hey pops I h- is that Superman?” He faked a gasped, clutching his chest.

The group chat had blown up by now. A series of text and FaceTime calls followed shortly after.

Damian: “Tt. Father this is utterly disappointing”

Bruce: “Sorry to be disappointing, kiddo”

Stephanie: “lmfaoooo I’m coming over. Be there in 10 don’t escape until I get there”

Jason: *screenshot of the photo of Superman and Bruce posted on Twitter with the caption: “when your dad panics and calls Superman”

Jason: *another screenshot of a multitude of replies along the lines, “what are you doing step bro?” “What are your doing Superman?”*

Duke: “the mighty Batman has finally met his match. A kitchen sink”

Cassandra: “😆😆😂🤣😬🤔🧠🤷🏻‍♀️💕💕💗💓💖”

Bruce: “thank you, Cassandra. I think.”

Stephanie: “imma do a live when I get there 🤣”

Tim: “you know we’re not going to let you live this down right b?”

Dick: “dumbasssssss”

Dick: “don’t worry B I’ll be there to rescue you shortly”

Bruce: “I can unadopt all of you.”

Alfred: “master Bruce, please word yourself properly. “Unadopt” isn’t a real word.”

Bruce: “Sorry, Alfred.”

So now that official rescue crew has arrived he expected this to be a quick and professional release. Nah. Dick, his oldest, his light in the dark, his son, his baby boy, is an asshole.

Dick started taking his own selfies with Bruce and Superman. Dick and Clark wore bright smiles, full of perfect teeth and glimmering eyes. Bruce, again, looked like a mess. He was wearing an old shirt, old sweatpants, no makeup on, his hair an untamed, scattered, frizzy mess. He should’ve conditioned, but he wasn’t expecting to go out today or have any photos done today.

The price of freedom is high, but not worth it.



[smutatonics]

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OK SO WE R JUST GOING TO PRETEND LIKE BUCKYS ROOM IS SOUND PROOF BC OF ALL THE NIGHTMARES HE HAS AND LIKE THE SCREAMING IN HIS SLEEP STUFF

summary : your a new avenger that passes through Buckys radar

WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content NO MINORS,kissing, unprotected sex, pet names, fingering, spit kink, size kink, multiple orgasms, bruises

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! please don’t repost/steal any of my fics!

“Who’s that?” Bucky said to Steve in the living area of the commens.

“Oh that’s y/n, she’s new. Apparently she has some type of super soldier strength, but she’s stronger.” Bucky looked at you as you walked down the hallway. You were just coming back from boxing (well if punching a metal wall a million times counts as boxing), all sweaty and tired. Your sports bra was pink and your tight leggings were black. You didn’t know anyone was watching you so you adjusted your top making Bucky smirk a bit looking you up and down.

“She’s hot,” Bucky said turning to Steve, still smirking.

“Ha yeah she is, but she’s in a relationship, I think,”

“You think?”

“Well I don’t know I mean girls that pretty don’t jus’ walk around bein’ single,” Now you’ve walked into the living area, airpods still in your ears blasting music. You gave Steve a weak smile not even noticing the new face on your right. You grabbed a glass of water and chugged it. Once your eyes opened up you nearly spit out all the water you just drank. Shit, I didn’t even notice someone was there you thought giving the stranger a smile while taking out your right airpod.

“Hi! I’m so sorry I play my music really loud,” you said while showing your bright smile and walking over with your hand outstretched.

“Oh that’s ok sugar. I’m Bucky,” he said with a warm smile, greeting your hand with the cold metal one. God he towered over you. He was like a full on giant. Once you had your gazing moment you pulled your hand away.

“Y/n,” you said bringing your hands to your hips, “Are you a friend of Steve’s?”

“Yea, we’ve been friend since childhood,” Bucky said gesturing to Steve.

“Ah,”

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, Steve and I were just wondering if you were single,” Bucky said with a smirk.

“Wha-“ Steve started to say.

“I’m single. Well, honestly I just sleep around, have fun, ya know?”

“Oh yeah I know,” he said now clearly looking at your tits, “I’ll be seein’ you, y/n,

later

“Can’t sleep babydoll?” Bucky said as you walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. The truth was you never could sleep and you were surprised that the bags under your eyes really didn’t show. You didn’t trust anyone, ever. So how did you sleep at all? Youdidn’t even know.

“I don’t sleep. Or at least I don’t try to,”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t trust people and I’m most vulnerable when I’m asleep,”

“Ah,” Bucky said rising from the kitchen seat, “Do you mind grabbing me a glass?”

“Not at all,” you poured water in both the cups and gave one to Bucky. your hands interlocked as he stole the cup away from you.

“Thanks doll,” he said winking before he chugged the whole glass in under five seconds. The best thing about it was that he didn’t break eye contact with you the whole time. Still not breaking contact, he reached over you to place the glass in the sink.

“So what do you do at night?” he said practically in your ear while he slowly put the glass in the sink. Masturbade. You usually have sex with someone or masturbade. But you couldn’t tell him that.

“Uh well I watch movies and stuff,”

“Is that all?”

“Well…” A smirk formed on his face as his metal digits found your shoulder making you flinch, cursing it up up and down lightly.

“…well you know I sleep around, I told you earlier,”

“Mhm,” he said the metal arm now cupping your face, “You said you liked to have fun,”

“Yes, I did,”

“So,” he said now coming up to your ear, “Wanna have some fun?” Not wasting another second he kissed you, moving his hand to your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to lift a leg up. He quickly grabbed both of your thighs and thrust you upward making you yelp. Now you were practically riding him in mid air as he walked to his room.

“So needy doll,” he said and you could feel the smile with your tongue. You wanted to respond but you just nodded. Usually you weren’t this submissive, but there was something about him, something that made you think that there were no limits that you wouldn’t pass for this man. With his tongue down your throat he pushed you onto the bed. You stopped for a minute trying to pull away and get a word in.

“So *pant* what do you wanna do?” you ask while trying to catch your breath. A chuckle came out of Bucky as he removed your tiny pajama pants.

“No panties? And this sweet little cunt is so wet,” as he felt you the shivers down your spine only increased. Your back arched and he started to lick your upper thighs.

“Buc,” you moaned his name. Just his touch could make you cum. Without warning Bucky stuck two fingers into you, making you lightly scream.

“Mhm you like that baby?” he said as he moved his glorious tongue towards your pussy. “Yes,” you moaned making him laugh and sending chills throughout your whole body. He increased the pace of both his fingers and his mouth. He ate your out like you were his last meal. He couldn’t get enough of your pretty little pussy. You cursed and moaned, your back arching until the coil in your stomach snapped.

“fuck!” you yelled, both of your thighs shaking. Bucky pulled the fingers out of you and licked them both with pleasure.

“You taste amazing, babydoll,” he said your eyes fluttered shut, “God I got you so knocked up just from my tongue, wonder what my cock’ll do to you,”

“Please,”

“Please what sweetheart?”

“Please stuff me with your cock,” you said confidently as you opened your eyes. Bucky tilted his head a bit, smirking even more then before. He took off his boxers and thrust into you making you gasp for air. It was so big. It made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Bucky started to nibble on your neck, surely leaving marks tomorrow. You gripped the sheets and yelled his name.

“By tonight i’ll have you screaming my name until you can’t see straight,” His pace fastened and he pulled away from your neck to see the beautiful faces you were making. You tried to pull his long hair before he grabbed both you hands with his metal arm, pinning them above your head. He grabbed the headboard above the two of you making the whole bed move violently.

“Your so needy doll, you know that?” he said causing you nodded and bite your bottom lip.

“Open,” he ordered, and you obediently followed as he spit inside your mouth, “Swallow,” through muffled pants you swallowed his spit making him give you an evil grin, “You belong to me now, this pussy belongs to me,” he stated fastening his pace even more, “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“Y-shit-you,” you were so close, “Buc, I’m gonna cum,”

“No wait,” he was almost there as well but he just needed a little bit more.

“Please, oh please,” you said begging him.

“I said wait,” he tightened the grip around your hands. his thumb now came to your clit rubbing circles around it.

“Cum,” as soon as he said it the coil in your stomach snapped and he poured himself into you. Both of you moaned and never broke eye contact with each other. He rolled over to the other side of you laid there filled with sweat and cum. Both of you were panting as you turned yourself over a bit and snuggled up next to him. He looked down at you giving you a warm smile and he put his arm around your body.

“So, you wanna have sum’ more fun tomorrow?” he said raising an eyebrow. Now that he wasn’t fucking you your confidence came back you straddled him, pussy right above his cock.

“From now on, I’m gonna have fun every night,” you said against his lips.

“Mhm, that’s my good girl,” he said licking his lips and kissing you.

[everygildedstar]

Bible Study (Optional Male Bias)

Summary: He wants to know what could be better than God’s love, and you are happy to enlighten him

Pairing: Optional Bias x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: smut, corruption kink, religious corruption, blasphemy, hand jobs, blow jobs, riding, fem dom, male sub, loss of virginity, sex in a church, semi-public sex, quoting scripture during sex

A/N: It’s been a while since i wrote a smut so i’m rusty, so please be nice. Inspired by a discussion with @bigkpopstan and anon about religious corruption and Heeseung. Heeseung was in mind when I wrote this but it’s technically optional bias so have fun. ;)

“Meet me in the confession booth when everyone leaves for the barbeque,” you had messaged him. 

There had been a certain tension between the two of you for a while. He knew you weren’t the innocent “Church Girl” you pretended to be, and you knew he was curious. Curious about what could be so great as to reject what you were taught at church. What could possibly be better than God’s love? 

He had asked you as much one day, while you were waiting for your parents to stop socializing so you could go home.

“Because I like what I can understand,” you answered. “I like what makes me feel alive. I like what I can be certain of. And I am certain that there are a great number of things that are more pleasurable to me than church, and worshipping our so-called God while receiving nothing in return.”

“Like what?” he pushed.

“Maybe I could show you sometime,” you had said before walking out with your family.

He hadn’t brought it up to you again for a long time, but you could tell he thought about it. You could see it in his face every time you caught him looking at you, and every time he would look away blushing, as if he had been caught doing something sinful.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He asked you to show him. And that’s how, today, you ended up pulling him into the confession booth in the empty church.

You shut and locked the door behind you, and then there was silence. The tension was so thick, just the sound of your breaths to fill the space, only a small amount of light leaking into the tiny room.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked. “There is no going back. You will only be pretending to be the good church boy. You will be like me,” You reach out and hold his face in one hand and the nape of his neck with the other, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “a sinner.”

You feel him nod. “Use your words.”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“And you are not scared?” you ask further.

“No. If it is truly a sin, and should I wish to repent, God is merciful. He will take me back,” he says. 

You let out a breathy laugh. “And if you don’t wish to repent?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. “Then I suppose hell can’t be that bad if you’ll be there, my own beautiful temptress.”

You laughed again. “So much for the good little church boy.” 

You leaned in and kissed him. It started out slow and sweet, and you tried to pour every ounce of passion and honey as you can into every movement. He seemed to follow your lead leaning into you so much you were leaning back with him. You bit his lip, and then took his gasp to press your tongue into his mouth. He moans a little, surprised at the intrusion and starts sucking on it. 

You slowly move him back until his back hits the wall of the booth, pressing yourself close to his body. You tug his hair while your other hand starts to roam, slowly feeling its way past each dip in his defined chest and abdomen. You hook a finger in his belt loop and use it to pull his hips even further against you, forcing him to break the kiss and let out a moan. You move to kiss his neck, or at least the little bit you could reach with his unbuttoned collar. He moans again, and then again even louder when your hips forward. “What is your favorite scripture?” you ask. “Recite it for me, and don’t stop or I’ll stop.”

“What-” he asks as you unbutton his pants while you attack his neck with your mouth again. He gasps when you pull down his zipper, and then you reach your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, eventually grasping his cock with only the tips of your fingers. He lets out a needy groan, rolling his hips into your touch, but you don’t move any further.

“Recite it, or I’m not going to do anything.”

He takes a second to gather his thoughts enough. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not wa-want.” He stutters when you pull his waistband down and bring his cock out, hissing at the cold air. You give it one stroke, and then stop, waiting for him to continue.

“He maketh me to lie d-down in green pastures-” You start stroking him slowly, rubbing your thumb over his slit once to gather his pre-come. You continue kissing his neck until you find a sweet spot that makes him whimper.

“-he leadeth me be-beside the still waters.” You move faster, pumping lightly with each stroke, while you pull his hair with the hand still resting there. 

“He restoreth my s-soul-” His grip on you tightens, hands grabbing fistfulls of the material of your church dress. “-he leadeth me in the p-paths of righteousness for his -ngh- name's sake.”

“Yea, though I wa-alk through the valley of the sha-hadow of death, I will f-fear no evil-” you move your kisses to the other side of his neck, and he throws his head back against the wood of the booth.

“-for thou art with m-me; thy rod and thy s-staff they co-co-comfort me- ” You then get on your knees in front of him, licking the tip of his cock, hand still stroking his length. “-Shit!”

You snicker, giving a long lick up the underside before looking up at him. “Don’t swear when you are reciting scripture, sinner.” -he moans at the nickname- “Keep going.”

He whines again before he continues, voice considerably higher. 

“Th-thou preparest a ta-able before me in the pre-esence of mine enemies-” You take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly. He lets out a guttural groan.

“-thou anointest m-my head with o-oil-” your hand that isn’t preoccupied with stroking the part of his cock that is not deep in your mouth is making its way under to cup his balls. 

“-my cup ru-runneth over.” He muffles a whine with one hand while the other makes its way into your hair.

He pulls his hand away from his mouth to recite the next part. “Surely g-goodness and merc-cy shall follow me all the d-days of my life- ngh!” You are bobbing your mouth farther and farther each time, and he has to refrain from thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. 

“-and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Fuck, I’m so close-” He finishes his scripture, and you take him as far as you can and swallow, the squeezing of your throat around his cock almost sending him over the edge. You lift your mouth off of him with a pop, and he whines like a hurt puppy. “No- Please- Why?”

You stand back up and turn him, making sit on the seat to your left, before you push your skirt up around your hips and straddle him. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you have all the fun, did you?”

You grip his cock again, rubbing the tip over the wet spot on your panties. Both of you let out a moan together, pressing your foreheads together. His hands fly to your hips, gripping them tightly.

“Are you okay with this?” You ask again before you continue. 

He nods, the thin ray of light peeking into the booth in a perfect spot to show the desire in his eyes. “Yes, please. Please let me feel you. I’m not turning back.” He kisses you again, short but passionately. “Ruin me.”

You whine at his words, then you pull your soaked panties to the side and line his cock up with your entrance before you sink down on him, ever so slowly. Deep, long moans come from both of you. You kiss him again when he is fully sheathed inside you.

“Would you like for me to recite my favorite scripture for you?” you ask him, foreheads together while you adjust to his large size. “It was from a woman to her lover, and I feel like it fits the situation nicely.”

He nods, interested. “Enlighten me.”

“My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.” You start to move agonizingly slowly up and down his length. He buries his face in your neck to muffle his noises and grips your hips even harder, and you were sure you would have bruises in the shape of his hands the next day. 

“His head is as the most fine gold; his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.” You tangle your hands into his own hair and he attaches his lips to the side of your neck like you had done to him.

“His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.” You start to move faster, rolling your hips with each thrust. 

“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.” You feel his hips stutter as he struggles to keep from thrusting up into you. 

“His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl-” He loses the fight, and starts jerking his hips up as you sink down, causing him to go way deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan. “-his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.”

“His legs are as pillars of marble set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.” You take one of his hands from your hips and press it between you against your clit, ripping a whine out of you.

“His mouth is most sweet-“ you move impossibly faster, even with your thighs growing tired. Your combined sounds and heavy breaths resonate within the confined box. 

“I’m close- is it ok if I…” He asked. You nod pulling him close, lips hovering only a hair away from his. 

“-yea, he is altogether lovely.” You kiss him deeply as you reach your high, hands harshly pulling his hair and gripping his shoulder. The squeezing from your release sent him over the edge, and he pulled your hips flush to his, coating your insides. 

As you come down from your orgasms, you finish the scripture. “This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, catching your breaths.

“Holy shit-” he says, and you let out a breathy laugh as you pull off of him, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. “I see why you do this now.”

“Are you gonna regret this and never talk to me again?” You ask, standing up and fixing yourself up. 

“Hell no.” He puts himself away and zips and buttons his pants. You feel his hands rest on your hips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for another kiss.

“What do we tell our parents if they ask where we’ve been?” 

“Tell them we were doing private bible study and shared our favorite verses. And maybe ask if we can see each other more often for “bible study” sessions,” you added before stealing another kiss. 

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “That’s the only kind of bible study I’ll need from now on. If god is real and merciful, he can forgive me when the day comes. I have the only god I want to believe in right here in my arms.”