#something about The Bit broke the self-conscious part of me right the fuck down

[trashpremiium]

why is it that the mark of me being comfortable with someone is that I start acting like a little bastard around them

[sweet-self-indulgence]

What do you think are the boys’ favorite sex positions (topping and bottoming) with femboy Mika?

This one comes with some basic cartoons (by graphic designer Katie Buckleitner) because trying to describe sex positions in words is so hard. I had a lot of thoughts on the subject, so enjoy more than you asked for!

James

Dom top

Super into hitting it from behind

Would default to ordering Mika to bend over a desk/bed/counter

Looks into anal sex positions since he’s worried about being inexperienced with men

“This one shows promise. It’s supposed to be good for height differences as well as offering good leverage”

Mika is such a mix of embarrassed, touched, and turned on

Of course they try it out immediately

In general, likes poses that have Mika’s back to him

It’s part power play that he’s not ready to deal with and part not liking to show his vulnerable side

His treatment of femboy Mika is the most similar to cannon Mika

Erik

Mostly a top

Erik would eat ass so good

Mika’s really into it, but would have hard time asking for it

He’s grabbing Mika’s legs, and thrusting into him while praise pours out of his mouth

“you’re so gorgeous and open for me”

Likes being the one to please a partner rather than being ridden

When’s he’s bottoming he’s a bit of a pillow princess

Likes lying face-down ass-up in a bed

Shoves his face into a pillow because he can’t deal with emotions during sex

Sam

Top preference

If Mika manages to convince him to bottom, that’s when the freaky shit comes out of nowhere

 “Fine, but if you’re going to fuck me do it right” and pulls out a very non-human dildo

Seeing Mika’s face is really important to him

Probably something to do with making sure he’s ok.

Is VERY self-conscious about hurting him

Sam’s even more cautious about hurting femboy Mika than cannon Mika

Is the most likely to default to missionary

‘if it ain’t broke don’t fix it’ mentality

Really likes having Mika in his lap

So sensual poses like this come up frequently

Matthew

Vers!

Likes to try lots of positions

Sex usually involves switching positions several times

Very verbal and a little bossy during sex

“No, you gotta put your knees like this! Oh, fuck yeah, that’s it!”

He’s the most into receiving oral sex

Has the least hangups about sex and is willing to be a little rougher with Mika

It helps that they’re almost exactly the same body size

Anyways! Several favorites include:

Doggy style (Matthew’s favorite penetrating position)

Cowboy (Matthew’s favorite receiving position)

Variations of standing with a leg perched on something (Mika’s favorite for teasing Matthew)

Damien

Bottom

He’s very content to have sexual encounters that do not culminate in penetrative sex

Damien has some sexual trauma but that’s another post

Most likely to 69

Likes the reciprocal nature of it

Doesn’t need to talk as much so that’s less of a concern

Likes giving hand jobs and fingering

Likes receiving fingering and ass-eating

Favorite sex position is cuddling

Mika is the big spoon

Goes non-verbal and just melts against Mika

Mika finds it incredibly endearing

[blushweddinggowns]

Part two to this from this fic!

It wasn’t a good call to be driving, he was well aware, but he didn’t exactly have a choice. When he’s far enough from the house, he had the wherewithal to pull over in an attempt to collect himself a little. He looked at his reflection through the rearview mirror, cringing at what he saw. He looked like shit. He’d really done a number on him, worse than any time before. At least when he was younger he’d had the self control to hit or cut him in places that people couldn’t see. 

Oh god, Eddie was going to see him looking like this.

The thought was almost enough to make him cry. He didn’t want Eddie to know about this. He never wanted him to know. There’s only so much shit you can put onto another person before they get sick of you right? And Steve was already a lot to deal with. He knew that. 

He was clingy as all hell, always monopolizing his time and inviting himself whenever he went out. He had random, horrible screaming night terrors about the fucking Upside Down, nightmares that Eddie would have to comfort him from. He was stubborn, he was bitchy, and now what? Eddie had to play as his personal nursemaid on top of all of that?

A large part of him didn’t want to go back. He wanted to hide away, fix himself up and maybe find him the next day, like about a car accident or something. Anything but forcing him to take care of him. He was so fucking scared that Eddie was going to leave him. He’d always been scared of it, always waiting for the day he realized he could do better than being with his dumb, damaged ass. What if this was the straw that broke the camel’s back? What if this made him finally realize that Steve wasn’t worth all the trouble?

The adrenaline was wearing off, and the pain was really starting to set in. He was hurt worse than he thought, and he was getting dizzier by the second. He started driving again, at a snail’s pace, terrified that he’d crash and hurt someone if he wasn’t careful. 

He went back to the apartment, despite his fears. It’s not like he had anywhere else to go. Besides, he was losing the thread of coherent thought concerningly fast. He needed some kind of help, as loath as he was to admit it. He…he needed Eddie.

By the time he pulled up the building he was barely hanging on to being conscious. He felt horrible, horrible enough that he couldn’t even get out of the car right. He stumbled to the ground the second he tried to stand, because why not add a little bit more humiliation to the pile? 

He didn’t even have time to try again before Eddie was scooping him up in his arms. Steve didn’t even know where he’d come from, but his touch was enough to have him relaxing in his arms. They’d only been separated for a few hours, but to Steve it might as well have been weeks. Eddie carried him back inside, gently setting him on the couch while he looked him up and down, clearly panicked.

Steve’s pretty sure he asked him a question, but he couldn’t quite catch it. But it was an opening for him to at least apologize, “I’m sorry I’m late. It didn’t go so good.”

Eddie was taking the jacket off for him, gasping when he saw the glass in his arms. Steve had forgotten about that part. Most of his focus was on the blinding pain he had in his head. But he had enough wherewithal to realize he was about to ruin their couch.

He tried to sit up, muttering, “I’ll get blood on the couch.”

But Eddie was already pushing him back down, hissing, “I don’t give a shit about the couch Steve.” 

He ran a hand over his face, obviously annoyed and Steve couldn’t blame him. He wouldn’t want to deal with him either. 

Eddie stood,“Wait here sweetheart, and keep your eyes open, okay? I’ll be right back. Just let me take care of you.”

Steve nodded, but the second Eddie was out of sight he was back on his feet, spreading a blanket down beneath him. He had already ruined their night, he didn’t need to ruin their furniture either. Eddie was back in less than a minute, and the look he gave Steve at the sight of him standing was enough to have him sitting right back down, guilty as hell. 

His head was still killing him, bad enough that he could barely pay attention as Eddie tended to him. 

“What hurts the most, baby?” Eddie asked, hands shaking as he tweezed the glass from his arms, “I need you to tell me.”

“Head,” Steve mumbled. He could barely even focus on the pain in his arms, and Steve couldn’t help but wonder how many more hits to the head he could take and come out okay, “Feels like it’s burning.”

“Steve, I think we need to take you to a hospital-”

“No.” Steve may have felt like his head was splitting open but he wasn’t going anywhere. This whole thing was embarrassing enough, and he just…wanted Eddie. That’s it. He couldn’t deal with anyone else seeing him like this. 

Eddie stared at him, mouth hanging open like he couldn’t believe his audacity,“Why the hell not?”

"I don’t…I don't want everyone to know, okay?” He admitted, squeezing his eyes shut. He was so sick of this shit. He was so sick of being hurt, forcing other people to take care of him. He was sick of people knowing how useless he really was, “Not yet. I just want you."

"But-"

“Eddie, please?” He wasn’t above begging at this point. He wasn’t sure what he needed, and yeah, maybe he was risking his health, but what else was new? He just wanted to go to bed already and pretend like none of this shit ever happened.

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, conceding, “Okay, okay. Just stay right here, and keep your eyes open, got it? I’ll be right back.”

Eddie kissed his forehead before leaving the room, ignoring his soft comments about being sweaty and gross. Steve watched him go, beyond thankful that he was letting him get away with it. He kept his eyes open like he was told, staring up at the ceiling while he waited for him to come back. He still couldn’t really think straight, nothing was really sticking beyond his own self-loathing but he at least managed to stay conscious.

Eddie came back a few minutes later, taking a seat on the floor next to him before giving his hand a squeeze,“Wayne and Mindy are coming over in a bit, okay? Someone has to check on you.”

Great. Now he ruined Eddie's night and Wayne’s. And now he was dragging his poor girlfriend into it? Steve started to protest, but one look at Eddie’s unamused face shut him up. He looked away, muttering,  “I forgot she was a nurse.”

“If she says you need to go to the hospital, you’re going.”

Steve sighed, “Okay.”

There was no point in arguing. Eddie would literally drag him there if he had to. Besides, Steve didn’t want to fight anymore, not with anyone. Steve let his eyes close, playing with the rings on Eddie’s hand every so often to prove that he was awake. He knew he was waiting for some kind of explanation, but he didn’t even know where to start. He didn’t want to start. He just wanted to go back to a few hours ago, back to when they were cuddling on the couch and nothing was wrong. 

Eddie broke the silence first, voice leaving no room for argument,“You’re not going back there. Ever. I'm never letting you out of my sight again.”

Steve laughed despite himself, wincing when it made his lip bleed a bit more. But still…it made him feel a bit better, knowing that Eddie was scared for him, as sick as that was. 

“I, um, can’t go back there, actually.” Steve admitted, eyes still shut, “They said it was you or them. I chose you and,” he chuckled, humorless, “And they did not take it well.”

“They know?”

Steve nodded, “They told me on the phone, said they knew what I was up to, that I owed them an explanation.”

“How?”

Steve shrugged, regretting it instantly. Jesus even that hurt, like he couldn’t feel more pathetic, “Tommy, I guess. He called them, sat down with them or something. Worried about my life choices or some shit.”

Steve startled a bit when cold hands were suddenly cradling his face. He opened his eyes, resigned when Eddie carefully forced him to meet his eyes. He looked so…sad. It made Steve’s heart clench in his chest. He hated that he was the reason for that expression,"Stevie…baby, why did you go?”

Steve could feel tears start to well in his eyes. He hated this. He hated this so damn much. He hated that he had to explain that his dad was a fucking psycho. That he had been terrified of Eddie getting hurt. That he never told him the truth, and risked his safety just because he was a coward.

He went to bite his lip, a nervous reflex before flinching, quickly realizing what a mistake that was,“If I didn’t go he would have shown up here. A-and I didn’t want you to get hurt. I thought I could talk them down or something, or just lie my way through it but…I couldn’t.” 

“How many times have they done this before?”

Steve went for the lie on instinct,“They haven’t-”

“Sweetheart, please don’t lie to me,” Eddie wiped away some of the tears from his good eye, lovingly patient as he waited for Steve to speak.

There was no point in lying about it anymore. There was nothing to protect, not his parents or his own dignity. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes, admitting the truth out loud for the first time in his life, “I’ve lost count.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

"I didn't want to scare you away," Steve said, painfully honest. But he was done with the lies, no matter how much the truth scared him. Eddie deserved that at least. 

He could hear the confusion in his voice, “What does that mean?”

The tears were really starting to fall now, and they fucking hurt, the salt stinging the cuts on his face. But he powered through. He needed to say this,“I-I know I’m already a lot okay? I’m clingy and annoying a-and I fucking scream and shit in the middle of the night and I just didn’t want to add another thing for you to have to deal with.”

Steve opened his eyes, heart breaking at Eddie’s devastated expression. Eddie swallowed, tears welling up in his own eyes, "There is nothing that would ever make me not want you, I'll always love you, don't you know that?"

The fucked up part that was he did know that and Eddie proved it to him every damn day.. His favorite catchphrase was sweetly calling Steve his first and last love for god’s sake. He knew he wanted a life with them together, he knew that he adored him, flaws and all. But it only took one shitty meeting with his parents to make him doubt every good thing in his life. 

"I-I do, really,” Steve admitted, ashamed at his own doubt. He could barely see Eddie anymore over the cloudiness from his tears, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t the only one crying, “I just...I don't know. I should have told you." 

He could hear the sound of Wayne’s truck pulling into the driveway, footsteps not too far behind. Eddie kissed the side of his mouth as lightly as he could before standing to let them inside, while Steve tried to wipe the tears away. Mindy made quick work of tending to him, shushing him everytime Steve tried to apologize for wasting her time. She really was a good person, perfect for someone as kind as Wayne. 

"You can stay home tonight," she finally declared to Steve, gesturing Eddie over, "You just need lots and lots of rest. Give those ribs a chance to heal a good while before you do anything strenuous. Now let's help get you to bed.”

"Thank you," Steve mumbled as Eddie scooped him up. Now that he had gotten the go-ahead to sleep, Steve’s eyes kept slipping closed on their own accord. He hadn’t realized how exhausted he really was. He was too tired to even fight the embarrassment of Eddie carrying him to bed like a kid in front of people, too grateful to try and seriously protest. 

Eddie set him down on the bed carefully, and then helped him change into clean clothes, ignoring the weak protests that he could do it himself. He already felt better, just being back in their bed. But there was still one more worry in the back of his mind. 

“Please don’t go after him,” Steve mumbled when Eddie got him under the covers, "Promise me?"

Eddie hesitated, "But-"

"It's not about them," Steve rushed out, shaking his head. If Eddie could get away with mainiming his dad then he’d let him, but Daniel Harrington was a rich, litigious piece of shit. The risk of something bad happening to Eddie would never be worth any kind of petty revenge,  "Getting arrested isn't worth it. Losing you isn't worth it. Swear?”

“I swear.”

"Thank you," Steve whispered, finally letting himself fall asleep, "I love you."

He could feel the wet press of Eddie’s lips to his forehead, and then he was out, nearly instantly asleep after his final fear had been expunged. He only managed to be down for an hour or less before he was blinking his eyes back open. 

His head felt a bit better. But his body was still hurting like a bitch. He could officially feel the broken ribs, which was not a good feeling. But what was worse was that Eddie wasn’t lying next to him. He pulled himself out of bed, ignoring his body's screaming protests to stay put. Slowly, he wandered out into the living room, frowning when Eddie wasn’t there either.  

Wayne was on the couch, watching tv with a beer in hand. He raised a brow at the sight of Steve standing there, “Why on earth are you out of bed?”

Steve shrugged, sitting down next to him, ignoring the question,“Where’s Eddie?”

“Out,” Wayne said vaguely, “But he’ll be back soon.”

Steve could feel his stomach drop,“He’s not doing anything stupid is he?”

“I didn’t say that. But he’s not going after your parents if that’s what you’re thinking.”

That…almost helped. Steve wanted to believe him. He did, but Eddie was nearly suicidally protective of him if the shit that happened with the Upside Down last year was anything to go by, “I’ll believe it when I see him.”

Wayne shrugged, pretending to turn back to the television. But Steve could feel him watching him from the corner of his eye. They sat in awkward silence and Steve hated that he was the cause of it. Usually, nothing between him and Wayne was awkward. It was kind of their thing, the fact that they got along so bizarrely well. Maybe it was the shared love of sports, or maybe it was their shared love of Eddie, but they just clicked.

But now he could barely look at him. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve said eventually, anything to fill the suffocating silence. It was a reflex, to just apologize. Even when Steve didn’t 100 percent know what it was for. 

Wayne stared at him, brow furrowed, “What on earth do you have to be sorry for?”

“For ruining your night?” He tried, cringing when it came out as more of a question. 

"Jesus christ, no wonder Eddie gets so pissed when it comes to you."

“I’m sorry-”

“For the love of God don’t apologize again,” Wayne groaned. He was pinching the bridge of his nose, annoyed to a level that Steve had never seen before, “What did you do to me huh? You got the shit beat out of you and you think that warrants saying sorry to me?”

“...yes?”

“God, maybe I should have let him go after your dad. Steve, listen to me. You didn’t do anything wrong. And us wanting to take care of you isn’t something you need to be sorry for. We want to do it. You’re a good kid. No, you’re a great kid. And Eddie loves you to hell and back for good damn reason. But he’s not the only one, understand? You’re family now and that’s all there is to it. And family looks out for each other. So don’t you dare apologize to me again.”

Steve stared at him, eyes going wide. He knew Wayne cared about him, of course he did. Why else would he let him live under his roof rent free? But he just…underestimated how much. That seemed to be a constant issue with him, not understanding the extent that people cared for him. But his little speech felt like a proverbial slap to the face. In a loving, fatherly kind of way. 

For a second, Steve couldn't help but wonder how his life would have turned out if Wayne had been his dad. He probably would have been nicer, happier, and been able to skip that whole dick phase in highschool if he had had a single good role model. And if it wasn't for the fact that that would have made Eddie his cousin, he would give anything to have that childhood instead of the one he got. Though the idea of growing up with Eddie was definitely appealing. There was so much lost time they could have spent together, if only Steve had been able to get his head out of his ass and see the amazing person in front of him. It would have been great, fantastic even if his alternate universe could find a loophole for the whole incest side of things. 

But Steve was getting off track. He nodded at Wayne, throat closing up a little as he spoke, “Thank you. I…I love you too. You and Eddie are the best family I could have ever asked for.”

“Damn straight we are,” Wayne chuckled, taking a sip of his beer, “Took me nearly twenty years to get a son that knows what a quarterback is. You’re gonna be stuck with me for life.”

They talked for a bit longer before Wayne headed off to his room, stopping to hug Steve on the way out, as gently as humanly possible. He tried to convince him to go back to bed, but he just couldn’t. He wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep until he saw Eddie. Or at least got a call from Hopper that he was in custody for being an overprotective idiot. 

But he didn’t have to wait too much longer. Less than an hour later, the front door was opening, the sound of a thump and a grumbling Eddie felt like music to his ears. But as happy as Steve was to know he was safe, he was still pissed he had left in the first place. Eddie stopped in his tracks at the sight of Steve waiting for him on the couch.

He shrunk a little at his glare, meek when he asked, “What are you doing out of bed?””

He ignored the question,“What did you do?” 

“Nothing, I promise!” Eddie said quickly, hands up in a placating gesture, “You won’t be seeing my name plastered on any headlines. I just got your stuff.”

Steve stared at him, looking for any tells. Eddie didn’t know it, but he did this thing when he lied to him. He’d be a little bit more fidgety, either tapping his foot unconsciously or letting his brow twitch. But he passed inspection enough for Steve to finally relax. There were a lot worse things he could have done than break into his house to get his shit back. 

“Come here then,” Steve made grabby hands at him, impatient to just be near him already. 

Eddie went to him, hugging him to his side with careful hands, “How are you feeling baby?”

“Horrible,” Steve admitted. Literally everything hurt, but at least nothing hurt worse than before, “But not worse.” 

He cuddled up to his side, frowning at how tense Eddie felt. He was just about to ask what the problem was when Eddie spoke first, “I uh, kinda ran into your mom, while I was there.”

Steve went rigid in his arms, staring up at him with wide-eyes. 

"But nothing happened!" Eddie rushed out, flinching at the sight of Steve’s panicked face, "We just talked."

“Why would she want to talk to you?”

Eddie sighed, digging into his back pocket. He pulled out a folded envelope before hesitantly handing it over, “She wanted me to give this to you.”

Steve stared at it, taking it in shaky hands, “She gave it to you?”

"Wrote it out in front of me. She said, uh, that you deserved to know everything you were giving up.”

His mom-Steve stopped the thought in his tracks, shaking his head. She wasn’t his mom. A mother would never let happen what she let happen. She was just…someone who was going to stay in his past. But still, the paper in his hands was bizarre. Helen wasn’t the type to reach out. He thought she would act like she always did when things went bad, like nothing had ever happened. But this was new.

And Steve wanted no part in it. He frowned at the paper in his hand, an idea popping up in his head, "Help me up." 

“You’re not supposed to be moving-”

“Just to the kitchen,” Steve insisted, “I’ll lay down right after,”

Eddie gave in, helping Steve to his feet, He hovered as Steve steadied himself, following closely when Steve weakly walked towards the kitchen. He dug around in the drawers until he found a book of matches, then made his way over to the sink. Eddie watched, wide eyed as he lit a match, promptly setting the stupid thing on fire. 

"Steve-"

“It doesn't matter what it says," Steve cut in, letting it drop into the sink, "I made my choice."

And he made the right one. Whatever they had to say to him he didn’t care. He was done. He had a new family, a better family to worry about now. He turned away from the sink, stepping back into Eddie’s arms, “All I want is you.”

Eddie held him, trying his best to be gentle. Steve looked up at him, heart squeezing when he saw the tears in his eyes.

 "You won't regret it.” Eddie promised, voice hoarse, “I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you don't."

In all honesty, Eddie could dump him tomorrow and Steve still wouldn’t regret it. Every single happy moment he had with him was worth more than his entire childhood. But the idea of spending the rest of their lives together…now that was something he could get behind.

"It sounds like you're proposing," Steve said with a wet laugh. He giggled as Eddie started kissing his face, peppering all of the non bruised zones with light pecks. He felt light, he felt good, despite all the crap that had happened in the past twenty-four hours.

He felt loved.

"Maybe I am,” Eddie managed to gasp out in between kisses, “But only if you'd say yes." 

Steve stopped him when he circled back to his mouth, cupping his cheeks to press a light kiss to his lips, mindful of his own cut. He whispered into the small space between, like a secret just for them. Like everyone he knew didn’t know how quick Steve would agree to spending the rest of his life with him,  "I would."

[viceroywrites]

better than drugs

pickles x fem!reader

the two of you meet in rehab; him being a metal drummer punished for drinking while operating a hovercraft and you being a recovering alcoholic and drug addict who recently relapsed.

in the short weeks you spent with him, you came to two realizations; he was more addicting than any drug, and you never wanted to quit this drug.

ao3 version here - first two chapters are rewritten on tumblr and the rest will be the same moving forward.

content warning: this story involves discussion of alcoholism, drug usage, and drug addiction. reader is a recovering addict.

smut in this chapter - minors dni.

chapter four - acceptance

Last night was not Pickles’ proudest moment. 

After fighting internally with himself about how he should be focused on getting back into Dethklok and not wasting his time on getting to know some chick he just met earlier this week, he decides to listen to his dick, his horniness overcoming his mixed emotions.

Inhaling your scent off his shirt, his hand pushed down his briefs, revealing his erection. “Jesus…” He hisses  in disbelief as his fingers wrapped around his aching shaft. “Fuck, just like that…” Pickles mutters to himself, your scent overwhelming him. His mind drifts to the vision of your lips wrapped around the cigarette earlier today, envisioning them pouting around his tip.

He finds himself cumming faster than usual, pent-up after not having jacked off since being in rehab. Pickles groans, grabbing a wad of tissues from his bag and cleaning up. Sliding his briefs back on, he stares up at the ceiling and slaps his forehead, “Oh I need to get laid when I get out of here. What the hell is happening to me?”

Over the next few days, Pickles tried his best to create distance between the two of you. He tried not to be a complete douchebag to you but he made a conscious effort like he did before to seek you out. He slowly began to give you the cold shoulder. He started coming later during meal times, just missing you with the excuse that he slept in or the counselor pulled him in for a one-on-one. He declined your offers to have a smoke together during break. All in the hopes that you would naturally drift away from him - in both yours and his best interest.

Meanwhile, you began to notice this pattern. At first, you had brushed off the missed meals and  declining the smoke breaks considering he probably didn’t want to get into any more trouble for the rest of his stay in rehab but the straw that broke the camel’s back was when he asked to switch seats with someone in group when the only seat available was next to you.

As you stared at him across the room, his eyes clearly averting your gaze as they looked everywhere but your direction, several questions ran through your head.

What the hell did I do?

Did I say something to make him mad?

Why can’t he just talk to me?

Those questions soon become statements - words you have told yourself over and over again before.

Of course you fucked up again.

Why would someone like him have any interest in being around you?

You’re a mess.

No one wants to be around you once they realize you have issues.

The sound of your name finally snapped you out of your trance, blinking owlishly at Dr. Hammett as he calls out your name for a third time.

“Sorry… what was the question? I spaced out for a bit.” You admit, your piercing gaze finally drifting from Pickles to the counselor. Dr. Hammett carefully reminded you, surprised at how distracted you were, “We were just talking about acceptance. I asked how you were able to reach acceptance in your recovery?”

“Right…” You clear your throat, straightening up against the plastic back of the stiff chair. “Acceptance is probably the hardest part of recovery. Accepting that we have a problem, accepting that we can’t control people, places and things, accepting that we aren’t as in control as we think we are.” You pause, becoming self conscious as all eyes are focused on you. 

You just wanted to sink into the floor, disappearing from what you perceived to be judging gazes.

Instead, you push forward, inhaling deeply through your nostrils before letting out a sigh, “Acceptance to me sounded like me having to be okay with shitty things happening to me, people treating me like shit.” You realize you finally after days of avoidance have Pickles’ attention as his gaze finally lingers on you for a brief moment.  “But acceptance doesn’t mean you’re okay with any of it. I had to learn that accepting things for what they are, accepting people for who they are  helps me not get stuck  fixing things that I ultimately can’t change.”

“To put it simply, acceptance is simply saying it is what it is and moving forward with your life.” You finish with a shrug, hoping your answer is satisfactory to at least Dr. Hammett to get you out of the hot seat.

Thankfully for you, he seems pleased with your answer, moving onto the next patient in his line of questioning. After some further processing from other group members, Dr. Hammett decides to call for a fifteen-minute break, the group quickly dispersing.

Pickles makes a bee-line for the door, mulling over your share in group. Despite avoiding you like the plague, he was trying to absorb all the knowledge you shared in group, trying his best to give satisfactory answers like yours. Unfortunately for him, Dr. Hammett wasn’t buying his schtick, still wary of Pickles’ true progress as his answers were still vague and dancing around the root issue - why he drank. 

Meanwhile, you mull over whether you should address the tension between you and Pickles. The rational part of your brain is fighting you, telling you to mind your business, focus on yourself and talk your way into a quick discharge - the survival tactic that you used every single time you went to rehab. The emotional side appeals to try and work things out and get at least some answers as to what happened that made him withdraw. 

And the petty side just wanted to tell him to go fuck himself.

The emotional appeal wins out as you get up from the stiff chair and make your way down the hallway. Your eyes scan each person that walks by you before narrowing in as Pickles exits the bathroom at the end of the hallway. Taking advantage of the window of opportunity, your feet quicken in pace, walking right up to him. 

Pickles freezes as you rush towards him, clearly caught off guard after just taking a leak. He curses in his head when the realization hits him that you have him cornered as the only way back to the group room was around you. 

“You’ve been avoiding me. What’s the deal?” You cut to the chase, not wanting to give him any wiggle room to weasel out of this awkward but necessary interaction.

‘Well damn, that was direct. She’s pissed…’ Pickles thinks to himself, trying to come up with some lie, cover-up, excuse that would satisfy you but to no avail. He doesn’t know what’s worse as his eyes meet your piercing gaze, seeing a mixture of anger and pain swirling in your eyes. 

He finally accepts that there is no way he can run away from it. “I gotta focus on getting out of here and getting back to being in my band.” Pickles answers matter of factly, hoping that in itself answers your questions.

He groans internally when it’s clear that it’s not enough based on your eyebrow quirking up, communicating what you're thinking to him through just your body language. “Really? That’s your excuse. I don’t see how giving me the cold shoulder has anything to do with getting back into Dehtklok.”

“Damn it, I was really hoping you’d take that…” Pickles mutters, wincing as you give him an incredulous look, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “Fine… well, god damn it, how do I put this?” He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to find the most eloquent way to describe the effect you have on him, “You’re kind of a distraction.”

You’re taken aback by his response, blinking up at him in surprise. You were expecting some form of explanation that boiled down to you being annoying, the fact that you’ve been to rehab now three times freaking him out, and why would the drummer of the most famous death-metal band want to hang around a nobody like you. These explanations made the most sense to you - they’re things you’ve told yourself for years. 

“How am I a distraction?” The anger in your voice mostly dissipates with confusion replacing it. 

Pickles hesitates, not used to being vulnerable especially not to someone he literally met earlier last week. 

“Well, you keep asking me to take smoke breaks with you…” Pickles continues to skirt around the real reason, his green eyes looking away from you.

“First, it was your idea to begin with. Second, since when are you a stickler for the rules? You literally were tearing shit up before I got here.” You scoff, not buying the excuse for one second, “But fine, you don’t want anything else fucking up your chances of getting discharged. No more smoke breaks during group… what else?”

Your unwavering stance causes Pickles to admit defeat as he blurts out his rationale, “Well, you’re an attractive lady and I’m a dude who’s trying to get clean and is sexually frustrated. Put two and two together and for some fucking reason, I can’t get you out of my head. It’s like…”

“Addictive.” You finish Pickles’ train of thought, still processing what he’s shared. You thought your feelings of attraction to a certain extent were shared but you brushed it off as Pickles being like any guy with his career - a womanizer just flirting and chasing tail. After all, you were one of millions of women that were ready to throw themselves at him. The only thing you can do in your state of shock is start laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

As you burst out into giggles, Pickles stares at you offended, “Hey, I decided to pour my heart to ya and you start laughing?  What the fuck?” 

Catching your breath, you apologize, “Sorry.. it’s just that was the last thing I expected to come out of your mouth.” You take a deep breath before continuing, “But I get it. It happens.”

“Wait it does? What the hell do you mean?” Pickles blinks in surprise, skepticism flashing in his green eyes.

“Well, I mean we’re all trying to quit our substance of choice right? It’s totally normal for people to get addicted to other stuff even if it’s not drugs or alcohol. Some people get addicted to exercise, sex, shopping, being the best. Some people get addicted… to people.” You explain, pausing before sharing, “If it makes you feel any better, I think the feeling is mutual.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me that, that’s gonna make it even harder.” Pickles groans, running his hand over his face in exasperation.

“Is it? We just talked about acceptance… why fight it? What if we accept that we both find each other attractive and are making the decision to focus on our recovery? Those can both exist at the same time. We just have to set some boundaries…” You offer, gauging his reaction to your suggestion.

Pickles tilted his head, mulling it over before asking hesitantly, “What kinda boundaries?”

“Well, no more smoke breaks. I don’t want either of us getting caught and screwing up each other’s chances to discharge.Also, we can’t fuck while we’re here.” You sigh, your arms folded over your chest.

“Aw come on!” Pickles groans, knowing he’s in for a tortuous rest of his stay.

“But… that doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff.” You trial off.

Pickles’ eyes glimmer with hope in response, “Oh… like what?”

“I dunno, making out, maybe I could give you a handjob or a blowjob,  whatever.” You blurt out the list, groaning as you see the shit-eating smirk that spreads across Pickles face.

“I can make do with that arrangement.” Pickles grins, leaning in for a kiss.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down there! One last thing - we both agree this is a casual arrangement. No strings attached, right?” You press against his chest to stop him, gazing up at him with a guarded expression. Part of you knew that the only thing you could have was something casual but part of you needed to say it out loud more as a reminder to yourself than anything.

“All I do is casual. Now, shut up and let me get a taste before we have to go back in.” Pickles sighs, pulling you in by the cheeks and pressing his slightly chapped lips against yours.

You blink in surprise, glancing anxiously around you to make sure no one in the halls can see. You finally relax after realizing you two were standing in the corner, shielding from most people’s views, wrapping your arms around the drummer’s neck. Pickles’ tongue prods at your lips, seeking entrance and you shudder as the cool metal ball on his tongue glides against your tongue.

You pull away just as quickly as the kiss started, “Fuck, you have a tongue piercing?”

Pickles grinned at your flustered expression, sticking his tongue out to show the metal ball at the tip of it, “Yeah, I got it when I was in Snakes N Barrels.”

Before you can make a comment, you both jump as a security guard rounds the corner, finding the two of you, “Hey you two, group is ready to start. Get your asses in there now.” 

You and Pickles make your way back to the group room, not realizing the storm that was about to hit.

-

“Well fuck… that was brutal.” You mutter after witnessing Dr. Hammett drill into Pickles, pressing him over and over again after he tried to dance around the topic of acceptance.

Ultimately, the skilled counselor wore him down, leading him to fall onto his knees, spilling the backstory of the first time that he ever took a drink.

When presented with the information that the next step was to forgive his brother, Pickles recoiled, going back into defense mode, “Fuck no!”

Dr. Hammett relented, “Alright, save it for the forgiveness group, Pickles. You’re all free to go.”

As everyone filed out of the room, you walked over to Pickles, extending a hand out to him, “That was a tough share… your brother sounds like a real douchebag.”

Pickles takes your hand, standing up, “You don’t know the half of it… that’s just scratching the surface of what a dick he is.” 

“Wanna talk about it? I’m all ears unless that was too much vulnerability for today.” You chuckle. 

“I’ll take any opportunity to shit talk my brother.” Pickles grins, “Though I’d love to continue where we left off before we were interrupted.” He smirks, wriggling his pierced eyebrows.

You roll your eyes in response, “Whatever, let’s go to my room. Your bed still has those stiff blankets provided by the rehab and I need to take my anxiety meds.”

As the two of you make your way over to your room, you are stopped in your tracks by Cecilia, whose expression looks sullen as she approaches you suddenly.

“Your parents are here, Y/N.” Cecilia says hesitantly, “They’ve been calling the facility, requesting a family session but Dr. Hammett has turned them down saying you’re an adult and you get to decide if you have family sessions. Guess they didn’t like that answer.. so they just showed up.”

Your expression morphs from confusion to shock in a matter of seconds. 

Anger and dread filled your system, your fists balling up. Your breathing slowly became uneven as you processed this information.

You weren’t ready to face them. You hadn’t spoken to them after they  tore into you over the phone before coming here other than to send them a text the day you admitted. What else could they want?

Pickles watched carefully, the expression on your face looking eerily familiar to the feelings that stirred inside him when he had to see his family. 

It was only a matter of seconds before the panic finally settled into your system. Your breathing picked up in pace, practically hyperventilating. The room was spinning and your knees buckled in, clutching your chest as you felt the pound pace of your heartbeat. Cecilia crouched down to catch you as Pickles watched the scene unfold. 

“Do I stay clear?” Pickles says in shock, watching you hyperventilate on the floor. 

“What… Pickles, she’s having a panic attack, not a heart attack!” Cecilia snaps at him, looking at him incredulously.

“Okay, sorry! Last time I saw this happen to someone, they had to use those electric shock things where they yell clear!” Pickles says, putting his hands up defensively as he recalls the time he saw Skwisgaar use a defibrillator on Toki after his panic attack at the ice festival.

“Go get her meds. I know she keeps them in that hidden storage compartment in her duffel bag.” Cecilia commands him. Snapping out of the shell shock of the situation, he runs to your room, quickly grabbing the pill bottle and sprinting back. He pauses, gripping the bottle tightly as he returns to see Dr. Hammett sitting next to you on the floor, guiding you through some deep breathing exercises.

Cecilia glances over at him, signaling with her eyes to pass the bottle over to her as she extends a hand out behind her back. He walks over, his slim fingers passing the bottle off to her.

“You’re safe, Y/N. Security escorted them out,” Dr. Hammett reassures you before helping you stand up. “Cecilia, her meds, please.”

Cecilia unscrews the cap, pouring two pills into the palm of his hand and passing over a paper cup of water. He passes it along to you, watching you carefully as you take it and chug the cool water.

“Better?” Dr. Hammett checks in one final time to which you nod. “Good, let me know if you need to check in later, okay?”

“I will… thanks doc.” You say with a tight-lipped smile. Dr. Hammett walks off after your confirmation  and Cecilia hands the pill bottle back over to you. “Sorry to spook you, dear. I could’ve just waited for Dr. Hammett to let you know once they left.”

“S’okay, Cilia. Thanks for looking out for me and letting me know.” You reply, patting her on the shoulder reassuringly, a tired expression in your eyes as the panic attack drained most of your energy. 

“Let me know if you need anything, dear.” Cecilia squeezed your hand that rested on her shoulder before glancing at Pickles, “Thanks for acting so quick. Guess you’re not so bad…”

As she leaves, the two of you stare at each other. Apologies tumble out of your mouth almost instantly, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I-”

“Don’t apologize.” Pickles cuts you off abruptly, “I think I get it, you don’t need to explain it to me. That panicked feeling, Toki got like that when he fucked up his solo at the Ice Festival. I think I get that too… with my brother and parents. I fucking tried to climb a fence at my brother Seth’s wedding rehearsal dinner.”

You blink in surprise before letting out a bitter chuckle, “No wonder we get along, we’re like two peas in a pod.”

Pickles grins, “Guess that’s why you use too, huh?”

“Pretty much,” You admit with a sigh, “But I don’t think I can talk anymore about my fucking problems for today. Mind taking my mind off of things?”

-

“I swear they worship the ground he fucking walks on! He’s literally an ex-con and now he’s basking in a fucking ivory tower in Australia, asking me for money.” Pickles rants, his head resting in your lap as you mindlessly twirl his dreadlocks in your fingers. You smirk down at him in amusement.

“I’m sure my parents would’ve been like that too if I had a sibling. Feel like nothing you do is good enough, right?” You chuckle bitterly, your memory recounting all the times that your parents’ expressions remained unimpressed by your achievements and accolades.

“Constantly! I’m literally the drummer of the biggest band in the world, rolling in cash but does my mom praise my accomplishments at all? Nope!” Pickles scoffs.

“Well, I would tell you to tell your parents and brother to go fuck themselves but that’d be hypocritical of me considering I can’t even do that with mine.” You admit, your fingertips trailing from Pickles’ locks to his shoulders, “It’s fucked, you know? The fact that despite how shitty they treat us, we still want their approval… just to hear once that they’re proud of us.” You sigh, your shoulders sagging in defeat. 

Pickles reads your sullen expression, remembering the original purpose of his presence is to help distract your mind from today’s trigger. He sits up, shifting to face you, “Well, maybe one day, we’ll both have the balls to tell them to fuck off. Hopefully, it’s sooner than later for you.” 

Before you can reply, Pickles cups your cheek, pulling you in for a deep kiss. Your lips collide and you can’t help but relish in the addictive taste of him, your mind successfully distracted. You find yourself shifting to straddle him, both legs on either side of his lap. Your hands grip his black tank top, tongue gliding  against his hungrily.

The drummer’s calloused hands eagerly reach behind you, cupping your ass and pulling you in closer. You’re just as addictive to him, relishing in the noises he’s able to elicit from your mouth as he playfully nips at your bottom lip. 

As Pickles pulls away, he gives you no time to react, his teeth nipping at your jawline before his tongue trails down your neck. The cool ball of metal presses against your warm skin, sending shivers down your spine. His cold fingertips creep up the fabric of your top, gliding up your back to caress your bare skin.

“Damn, you’re pretty good at this…” You say breathlessly, grinning down at the drummer before your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of him sucking firmly on your collarbone, “Hey, that better not leave a mark.”

“Too late for that, doll…” Pickles chuckles, his warm breath caressing your neck. You glance down, groaning at the sight of the red splotch that covers your skin, “Fuck, that’s not fair…” You whine, tightening your thighs around the drummer’s calves as you push him down onto his back.

He lands on the soft sheets, not resisting your advances, as he lays back with his hands behind his head, “And what’re you gonna do about that?”

Your hands slide downward, eagerly squeezing his hardening cock through the fabric of his black skinny jeans, “Guess it’s time for me to leave some marks of my own.”

“Oh fuck…” Pickles hisses, biting on his lower lip as your lips graze against his neck, the hot sensation of your tongue gliding across his pale skin before your lips suction around the flesh, mimicking his previous actions. All the while your hand undoes the top button of his jeans, unzipping his pants. Relishing in your touch, Pickles finally snaps out of his daze after you impatiently tug on the fabric.

“Alright, alright, someone’s a little eager.” Pickles chuckle breathlessly, lifting his hips to shimmy the fabric down his pale thighs before kicking it off his feet. His cock springs out, bouncing a bit as he’s now fully erect - the shaft is thin but long with a shiny metal Prince Albert piercing glimmering like a beacon.

“Look who’s talking,” You grin playfully, wrapping your warm hand around the base and slowly stroking up and down, watching as Pickles’ face immediately contorts in pleasure. “Wasn’t expecting your dick to be pierced but it’s a pleasant surprise.”

“I’m in a death metal band, what’d ya expect?” Pickles says through gritted teeth, the pace you’re going at much too slow for his liking as he’s desperate for release. “Y-You can go faster, ya know?”

“I know.. what if I wanna torture you a little bit?” You tease, your thumb running over the edge of his swollen tip, watching in amusement as he groans. You see the pleading look in his green eyes and grin, deciding to be merciful this time around as your hand picks up the pace. You watch his reactions carefully, picking up how his breath seems to hitch whenever your thumb would graze near his piercing.

Pickles curses internally as the sensation of your warm hand wrapped around his cock feels too good, finding himself closer to the edge than he would like. He’s not sure why as he just jacked off a few days ago and yet it pales in comparison to your touch and your eager eyes trained in on him, watching intently.

“Fuck me, how the hell are you so good at this?” Pickles groans out loudly as you lean forward, playfully swirling your tongue around the piercing before withdrawing. “Well, I’m not  a virgin… and you pretty much have a giant arrow pointing at where you’re most sensitive.” You tease, referring to his piercing.

You continue your ministrations, relishing in your ability to make the drummer come undone so quickly. Your hand squeezes tighter around the base each time it strokes down, your free hand reaching down to cup Pickles’ balls and squeezing firmly. The final straw that breaks the camel’s back is the sensation of your soft lips wrapping around the head of his cock, sucking down firmly as your mischievous eyes gaze back at him.

Cursing under his breath, Pickles can’t hold back any longer, cumming unexpectedly. He grips the bed sheets underneath you two tightly, groaning out as you eagerly lap up his load as it shoots onto your tongue. Once you feel he’s done, you pull back with a smirk, licking your lips.

What you don’t expect next is for him to grab you by the arm, pulling you close to him as he wraps his arm around you.

Your cheeks flush, unsure of how to proceed as this feels like it is breaking the boundaries you had set but acknowledging you had never explicitly said anything against cuddling. Your head slowly rests on his chest, hearing his heartbeat pounding. 

You both lay in silence for a bit, just in each other’s company, before you gaze up, seeing how spent he is as his eyes begin to shut.

“Hey… you should get back to your room. They might do room checks.” You say, reaching up to try and wake him up a little.

“Mm, too lazy, I’ll just sneak back early tomorrow.” Pickles says groggily, swatting away your hand as his grip around you tightens. 

As you lay there, listening to his soft breaths become snores, you stare up at the ceiling, pondering how you ended up in such an intimate moment with the drummer.

After what felt like hours of mulling over the same thought, you came to three conclusions as you start to drift into slumber yourself.

He was more addicting than any drug you’d ever taken, every interaction you’ve had was electric and comparable to the highs you’ve experienced. 

No matter how many boundaries the two of you set, you couldn’t help but crave more despite knowing it could easily go up in flames before your eyes.

And unlike any drug, no matter what the consequences were,  you don’t think you would be able to quit him.

[existential-angstt]

Pay Attention Please (P. 7) // (professor) Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Reader

A/N: hhhhhhhhh i found a tik tok that reminded me of prof!dio, here have it:https://www.tiktok.com/@christianrlocke/video/7219505883754057003?_r=1&_t=8cvfMBYA92Uand uh- on this chapter- no, no, dont thank me. hold the applause. just enjoy :)

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“Excitement” was an understatement for what you felt when you woke up the next day, the day of Professor Morrissey’s next class. All you’d been able to think about for the last two days was your two bodies tangled together, how pretty he was when he slept, dark eyelashes fanned over his pretty cheeks. You took a little extra care to get ready, actually putting on makeup for once and styling your hair. Your roommate was watching you the entire time with such a look on her face but completely silent. 

You sighed. “What?” 

 Your roommate bit her lip a little, holding back a cat that ate the canary grin. “So you gonna fuck him again?” she said flatly, still trying so hard to hold back her grin. You made a little mocking pouty face that broke into a blushy look. “Maybe,” you managed. 

 “Gosh, Y/N, a professor. I never woulda pegged you for the type. Needless to say, I’m happy…. And- are you- going over there tonight?” she eyed your makeup and hair. You did that same little mocking pouty angry face again, even though it was exaggerated and ended in a smile. “Maybe,” you repeated, even though that was certainly at least your hope if not your plan.

 “Good,” she quipped and started typing on her phone. You were pretty sure she was texting some fuckbuddy that it was a go tonight, which made you want to go over to- your mind relished this- Dio’s place even more. 

 You paused when choosing an outfit. You were no prude but you usually dressed a little more modestly- comfortably was a better word. Sweatpants, sweaters… jeans…. You weren’t a sorority girl by any stretch of the imagination. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have things in your arsenal. You decided on a dark green turtleneck sweater and paired it with a short black pleated skirt– something leftover from your dark academia phase and a little too short for you to usually consider it. A lot too short. But today? Oh, today it was perfect. 

 You added some thin see-through tights and some big black boots– you thought it would suit his style, draw him right in like a fly in a trap. After all, you had a convenient back door into some of the things he liked. You were a little self-conscious leaving your dorm but every time that creeping anxiety sent circus mice flipping in your stomach you thought of the noises he made when he fucked you, how he called you princess. It replaced those little circus mice with a burning white heat that made you walk with your shoulders squared and your head high.

 You beat him– and everyone else– to the classroom like usual, sank into your regular seat and waited. He was a little later getting to class than normal and other students had already begun to filter in, making you that much more enthused to see his response to your little outfit. He hurried in and set his things down, hardly noticing you, in a hurry because he was late (at least for him, he was). He got a few things up on the board and once he had all his things set out on his desk ready to begin, his eyes drifted over to you. And stopped. 

 He paused there, frozen– and the other students walking in might've mistaken it for him being lost in thought. But you could see his eyes were locked on your legs, stretched out beneath your desk and perfectly parted– not indecently of course, but enough to garner this reaction. His eyes flicked up to yours and you could see some of that heat there from the other day. Hook, line, and sinker.

 He turned back around and stared at the board for a moment as though consulting its wisdom. You knew– or at least hoped– he was trying to hide the half-boner he suddenly had. You could see his back rise and fall as he took a very deep breath. Definitely the second one then. You watched with sick triumph and a little grin you couldn’t help as he sat back down at his desk and made busy while the rest of the class filtered in. 

 After everyone was in, he got back up and started the lesson. He was doing so well– he didn’t give away any of what you could tell he was feeling. The tension, the… need. He kept his gaze pointedly away from you but every once in a while, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself and his eyes would drift in your direction, specifically your legs. And then he’d catch himself and quickly look anywhere else. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at him. 

 Towards the end of the lesson, he gave the class a worksheet and sat down to grade papers, a little more restrained with his casual glances. You pouted a little that a desk was now in your way, that he was practically hiding from you but worked on your worksheet diligently, sure there would be something in it for you afterward. The classroom phone rang suddenly and sharply through the quiet room and the professor jumped a little. 

 He picked it up, his voice a little jagged from jumping as badly as he did. “Hello, room 113?” He listened to the other end and after a long moment, his face went a little stoney. Unhappy. “I see,” he finally said. A few other students also picked up on his tone and watched him on the phone call, waiting to see what the news was. That giddy horny feeling in your stomach turned to dread as you watched his expressions change. He finally hung up the phone and the class waited with bated breath but he just went back to whatever he was doing, his mouth set in a grim line. 

 What in the hell was that phone call? 

 Class ended sooner than you expected– Professor Morrissey called it early and dismissed everyone. Told them to get an early jump on their homework. As the class emptied out, his eyes fell on you and stayed there– not on your eyes, but lower. The heat in your belly reignited and your heartbeat thrummed in your ears. He got up and gathered his things, his eyes flicking back to yours in a silent invitation. You jumped up and gathered your things and hurried up to the front of the room to meet him but he was already walking out, meaning you were practically jogging to keep up with his long-legged strides.    

He wasn’t giving you hardly any time to keep up, only slowing down once you fell more than five feet behind. You completed your routine, down the stairs, onto the bus- but when you moved to get off at your stop he grabbed your wrist. You froze and looked up at him wide-eyed but he didn’t even look at you, just gave your trapped wrist a squeeze. You stayed put, watching him a moment longer and then dropped your gaze, enjoying that his hand didn’t drop its hold on you.

 At the next stop he gave your wrist a little tug and then let go, moving for the door. You followed and noted that this stop was much closer to his apartment, just up the street from it. He continued with his faster pace, even though for him it seemed a normal pace– you’d never noticed how much he slowed himself down when you two were together simply so you didn’t have to chase after him like a small dog. He was already halfway inside his building when you reached the door. 

 You followed him up and into his apartment and he dropped his stuff just inside the door like last time, letting you come in and do the same. But once you had, he rounded on you and boxed you in, pinning you against the closed front door. All of the breath came rushing out of your chest as all of his weight was pressed against you and you looked up at him with wide startled eyes. 

 He regarded you with those deep brown irises, nearly black in this light, just looking you over, inches away from your face. “Did you think you could wear something like that to tease me?” he said lowly, eyes searching your face. All you could do was look up at him with wide eyes, heat flushing your face and other places. “I need an answer,” he said lowly, shifting against you, not so much grinding or anything but just shifting his hold and how he was resting his weight against you.

 “I- I- don’t- I don’t know what you mean,” you stammered out. You knew perfectly well what he meant. He let out a low rumbly noise, not a growl but a sound deep in his chest. You felt his hands grip your wrists and bring them up to pin them against the door on either side of your head, leaning in closer. You could feel his hot breath on your face. Everything was so hot and your skin was prickling and you couldn’t move, just trapped in this tiny space beneath him, his eyes roving over you, mostly your face– your eyes, your mouth, your throat-

 “Don’t pretend– don’t be a brat,” he murmured, leaning so close you thought he was going to kiss you– but he didn’t. And that was part of this act, this teasing. Holding you so close and not really doing anything at all but holding you there under his heavy stare. 

 "I- I don't know what you mean, D-Dio," you stuttered again. He purred low, squeezing your wrists, his nails biting into your flesh. "Let's stick with "sir" for now why don't we?" 

 He shifted against you again, pressing his hips into yours and holding you there firmly. "Say "yes, sir"," he chided lowly, looking up and down your body, eyes lingering on your skirt. 

 "Y- yes-" You moaned, getting lost in the pressure of his hips against yours, his hard cock pressed against you, making your breath catch. "Yes, what, princess? Yes, what?" He pushed your hands a bit higher against the door, above your head a little.

 You whimpered slightly, pushing your hips up towards him to get some sweet friction but he pulled away, his only contact his hands on yours. 

 "Say it," he murmured, eyeing you again, those dark brown eyes burning into you. "Yes- yes, sir, yes- sir," you gasped out, every inch of you on fire. 

 "Good girl," he mumbled as he came crashing in to kiss you deeply, pressing his whole frame against yours, crushing you against the door. You let out a stifled moan and kissed him back desperately, tugging at your hands which were still pinned but his hold on them didn't loosen. 

 The smell of him was in your mouth, in your nose- dark musk and a hint of spice, like pumpkin and cinnamon. He kissed you so sweetly and deeply, the complete opposite of his demeanor up to this point, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth to lick and taste you. He moaned softly against you and you replied with a moan, so responsive under his hands. 

 A second more and he was pulling you away from the door, refusing to break the connection he had with your mouth but walking you step by step back to the bedroom. 

 You followed willingly, letting him guide you, and laughed a little when he grunted, as he'd backed into the doorframe of his bedroom a little. He took the opportunity to pull you inside and push you lightly into the bed. You flopped down against it on your tummy, bent over the end of it. He steadied you with hands on your hips, holding you in that bent-over position. You bit your lip and minutely angled your ass so it was presented to him. 

 He let put a little purr and, left hand still resting on your hip, he moved his right hand up to rub at your ass. You moaned and pushed back against his hand, panting softly against his sheets. His hand started pushing your skirt up and he murmured, "Here's how this is going to go."

 "I'm going to spank you… for being such a teasing little slut all of class– after all, we should remain professional in public," he said, still rubbing at your ass. Your heart was thrumming in your ears now and there was a fiery tingle at the bottom of your stomach. 

 "I'm going to spank you and you're going to count. If you mess up, you start again. If you mess up twice… well. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it but… you won't like it," he said in a deep low voice that made you shudder. He gave your ass a squeeze and said, "Say, "Yes, sir"," 

 "Y- yes, sir," you moaned. This was going to be hard. He leaned in closer, pressing his cock into your ass and hissed in your ear, "And no stammering or you begin again." You moaned again, panting softly, heart still racing. 

 He paused a moment and then gave your ass a swift spank. "I didn't hear a "yes, sir" princess," he hummed, clearly enjoying himself. You cried out at the strike, arching your back more to push your ass toward him. "Y- yes, sir-" You steeled yourself not to stammer again, "Yes, sir."

 "That's my good girl," he praised, rubbing at where he'd just smacked you before delivering another, slightly softer spank. He paused, waiting. 

 "One," you said firmly, fighting an unevenness in your voice. You could hear the smirk on his face when he said, "Very good." He spanked again, a little harder this time, his hand remaining on your ass to soothe it. You moaned at the thought of what kind of marks would be left on your ass from his pretty hands and his pretty rings-

 "Start again," he huffed, smacking you harder. You cried out again, the cry becoming a moan as you repeated, "One."

 He smacked again, making such a pretty fucking sound that made your cunt tingle. "Two," you panted out. 

 Another stroke, another moan from you. "Three," you choked out. He spanked again sharply. "Four," you gasped out, hips bucking. 

 "Fuck look at you," he murmured, rubbing a soothing hand over your ass again. He gave you another spank. "F-ive," you choked, hoping he wouldn't count it as a stammer. But he rubbed at your ass with a little groan, grinding into you, dragging his cock against your ass slowly. You listened to his breathing quicken and change, your ass stinging from the strikes.

"Look at you, good girl," he groaned, pulling back so he could roll you over onto your back. Once you were resituated he was upon you again, devouring you, kissing you hard and deep, his hands exploring. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer and holding him against you as you rolled your hips against him for friction, moaning into his mouth. He let you, taking the opportunity to lick into your mouth again, tongues tangling. 

 Still kissing and licking at him, you reached for his hips, for his pants so you could start tugging at his belt eagerly. He let out a deep rumble and one of his hands grabbed yours, pausing against you, his hot breath hitting your face. 

 "Beg for it," he murmured against you, his eyes darker than before. You looked up at him wide-eyed, lips slightly parted and he leaned in to lick at your bottom lip. You shuddered softly and looked up at him again. "Beg," he repeated lowly.

 "Please," you found yourself whimpering up to him, your hand struggling against his hold, reaching for his belt again. "Please," you whined.

 He moaned softly and released your hand, letting you yank at his belt which elicited a grunt. He kissed your neck, nipping lightly as you undid buttons and zippers, tearing off his pants as much as you could. He reached down to help you, stepping out of the pants as he sucked a mark on your neck. 

 A moment later and he was inside you again, the size of his cock just as impressive as the first time. You gasped loudly and moaned and he moaned back, his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, princess," he said softly. 

 You whined softly at the name, squeezing him lightly even though you were already tight around him. He hissed a little, gripping your shoulder, and then slowly he started to rock his hips against you, fucking you gently. You let out soft moans with each thrust until you adjusted to him, taking him more easily and pulling him closer with your hands. He kissed sloppily at your neck, still bucking into you. “You take me so well, princess, fuck- such a good girl for me-” 

 You moaned harshly as he nipped at the spot where your neck met your shoulder and moved a bit faster, fucking you harder. You dug your nails into his back, sure you were leaving marks which turned you on all the more. “P-please, Dio- I’m- I’m gonna-” 

 And then all at once he stopped, freezing mid-thrust and you blinked your eyes open at him, looking up. He was smirking down at you, panting softly, and just stopped. You whined, squirming, trying to get him to move, but he reached down and pinned your arms again. “What did we say about what you can call me?” he said lowly, leaning in really close and pressing the softest faintest kisses across your mouth and face. You moaned softly, clit still throbbing at how close you were, the coil in your gut still tight and sensitive. He gave a sharp rut and you let out a choked whimper, heart racing. 

 “P- please, sir, please- please- le- let me cum, please-” you begged. He slowly started moving again, taking his time to pick up speed, eyes on you the whole time. When you turned your head and let your eyes close again just to feel him, he said, “Look at me.” You did as he said and he kept his eyes on yours, fucking you harder. You could feel yourself drawing close again and you gasped softly, determined not to say anything so he couldn’t deny you again. But he caught it– and, as he watched your expressions closely, he was able to once again bring you right to the edge and then just halt, your pussy throbbing and aching without the sweet relief of orgasm. 

 You whimpered, a few tears drawing to your eyes at the neediness. “D- s-sir, please- please,” you whined, a few tears falling. He looked satisfied but softened a little, starting to move again. “Call me dio,” he mumbled to you, kissing at the fallen tears on your cheeks, licking them up as he thrust into you. “D- Dio, Dio, Dio, D- Dio-” 

 “Cum for me princess,” he commanded, moving his hips faster and reaching down to touch your clit. You could barely hold it back for that permission but once it was spoken you were over with. You came with a shout, your back arching, gripping onto him tightly in every sense, nails digging into his back. He gasped a little and fucked you through it, meeting his own shortly after. He laid on you for a moment before slowly pulling out with a hiss and shakily getting to his feet. You mewled at the loss but he disappeared out the bedroom door and all you could do was lay there trembling with overstimulation. 

 He came back quickly with a glass of water and a soft towel, which he used to clean you up before very gently feeding you the water, whispering soft “good girl” ‘s to you all the while. After he downed some water himself, he climbed into bed beside you and pulled you tightly into his chest, cradling you there like a teddy bear. You nestled in so softly and fell asleep, feeling safer than you ever had in your life.

[etoilebleu]

the touch--albeit aggressive was almost comforting, so when he finally decided to take her word for it and back off, a deep exhale was given, feeling just as empty as she had before. just about everything felt unfamiliar--but this didn't.

chin ducked into her chest and brown eyes watched him carefully, panic beginning to set in when he began looking at her like she was all wrong. she’d been asking herself all of that since she got here.

but what does being deleted from existence feel like? what does it look like?

none had yet to hold such an answer because no one had ever survived being deleted. or remembers those that were.

but june had, even if she didn’t know it.

his questions took her back to the first moment she remembered, the memory running through her mind.

vision was blurry, but there was the muffled voice of a woman while everything felt like it was twisting around her, struggling to keep herself conscious and the intense nausea. it felt like she was more herself then, clinging to what was left of her mind while it ripped at the seams, her scream of betrayal echoing.

but then legs gave way and consciousness blanked, the feeling of her soul and everything she was burning and fizzling out into nothingness.

when june woke up she was in a park in the dead of night, no idea where she just came from or where she was. but that something had happened. just clinging to the one bit of information she had left.

she was june. just june.

snapping back from that memory she stood there, looking haunted by his questions, trying her best to blink away the tears that began to well up in her vision out of fear.

" I-- " lips parting, moving but nothing coming out. this was all so raw to talk about.

his vulnerability toward her broke down the tough facade she'd been holding, lip quivering. june turned away to face the wardrobe to hide her tears, hand over her mouth.

what don’t you remember?

“ everything. “ her voice cracked, hand trembling. she tried to stop thinking about it since finding answers was basically impossible (until now). it had been so hard these past few months. trying to survive and assimilate into where she was and pretending it was fine to be like this.

free hand clung tight to the middle of her coat to self soothe, eyes squeezing shut to stop the tears from falling onto her face. but she couldn't stop them. fist went through the wood of her wardrobe with a loud grunt of frustration, pulling it back out scratched and bloodied.

body slowly sunk to the glass and alcohol covered floor, june shaking her head once more with her back against the wardrobe, knees curled up to her chest. she felt insane. eyes looked up to search his features for sincerity one last time, scanning him up and down before swallowing the lump in her throat.

this wasn’t a set up, right?

"… I just sort of ‘woke up’ here a few months ago. and NOTHING feels right about me being here— nothing is familiar to me. I walk around in a fucking DAZE every day. I have NO IDEA what's going on, where I’ve been before, what I’ve done. “ fingers combing through her hair anxiously.

fuck.

she didn’t want him to leave.

“I don’t even remember my last name. I just know I’m june and I’ve got these fucking powers and something happened to me. “

tongue lined her gums, june taking a deep breath.

" but you. maybe I don't know your name or who you are but you feel familiar. " sad eyes having a glimmer of hope for just a moment. and not just the kicking his ass part.

" you’re the only thing that has made me feel something other than lost and you come in here and tell me you're going to kill me for what I've done." a shrug following, hands clasping together momentarily with the exhaustion heavy in her eyes. june smiled, a light scoff leaving her.

" so now I’m thinking whatever happened to me?…. I probably deserved it. “ hand gesturing toward him. oh now this was getting juicy. for him. “ yeah—so..there’s your little revenge plot unfolding, then. I got my karma. “ brows raising sarcastically.

“ congratulations. “

Diego’s grip on her wrist loosened, his anger momentarily giving way to something more complex—confusion, curiosity, and maybe even a hint of doubt. He hadn’t expected this. The fight, the intensity, the adrenaline—that was all familiar territory. But now, standing so close, feeling the heat of her breath against his skin, he found himself hesitating.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he let go of her wrist, stepping back just enough to give them both a moment to breathe. The room was still thick with tension, the remnants of their struggle scattered around them like the aftermath of a storm. The scent of vodka, perfume, and sweat hung in the air, mingling with the soft, almost mocking melody of Sinatra still playing in the background.

Diego’s eyes narrowed as he took a closer look at her, really seeing her for the first time beyond the anger and the fight. The red tassels on her outfit caught the light as she breathed heavily, the cut in her coat revealing the skin beneath, already healing at a rate that wasn’t normal. And yet, despite everything, there was a vulnerability there—a confusion that mirrored his own.

He took another step back, his gaze never leaving hers, trying to make sense of the situation. She wasn’t just some random woman in a club; that much was clear. But who was she really? And why did she seem so different now, so out of place in this twisted reality they were caught in?

“What’s your deal?” Diego asked, his voice quieter now, the edge of anger giving way to something more cautious. “Why do you heal like that? And why the hell do you keep acting like you don’t know me?”

He wasn’t sure what answer he expected, but he needed something to go on—anything to make sense of the storm of emotions swirling inside him. The frustration, the doubt, the nagging feeling that something was horribly wrong. It was all there, written in the tension of his stance, the tight line of his jaw as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

His eyes traced the line of her face, searching for any clue that might give her away. “We’ve done this before,” he said, more to himself than to her, as if trying to piece together a puzzle with too many missing pieces. “So what don’t you remember?”

He paused, his gaze dropping to the now-torn coat, the red tassels, the way her chest heaved with each breath. “And if you don’t know who I am, then who do you think you are?”

“Why does it feel like I’m missing something?” he muttered, more to himself than to her, his frustration bubbling to the surface again. He ran a hand through his hair, the action more about trying to clear his head than anything else.

But as he looked at her, really looked at her, he found himself questioning everything he thought he knew. Was this really the same woman who had tormented him? Or was she someone else entirely, caught up in the same twisted fate that had brought them together?

Diego let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as he took another step back, giving her space but not letting her out of his sight. He needed to figure this out, needed to get to the bottom of whatever this was. But the more he stared at her, the more he realized that the answers weren’t going to come easily.

“Talk to me,” he finally said, his voice low, almost pleading. “I need to know who you really are. Because if you’re not who I think you are, then what the hell is going on here?”

[serenevenene]

Sanctuary

Nanami Kento x Chubby!Reader

DNI if you are a MINOR or TRIGGERED BY DARK CONTENT

Kinktober 2021 - Day 4 : Nanami Kento Week

It's your first night together and you're feeling a little insecure. Good thing Nanami has an unwavering desire for you.

Body worship, pretty vanilla, mentions of weight, cumshot, first time (with Nanami), cunnilingus

"We can stop if you're feeling uncomfortable," Nanami said, "I know this is a bit sudden." His elbows dug into the bedsheets on either side of you to support his upper body weight. He noticed how tense you were and it didn't help that you were covering your face with your hands.

"I don't know why I'm being like this...I just...feel sort of embarrassed," you answered, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. You hoped he couldn't see the red of your face through your fingers.

"What could you possibly be embarrassed about?" Nanami asked, starting to pull your shirt up. You squirmed, but ultimately let him pull the fabric over your head.

Nanami had shown up at your doorstep in the middle of the night. You were already in your pajamas, which didn't include any form of underwear. He asked to be let in, and you allowed it, thinking he must have just clocked out of...whatever form of work he took part in. He looked haggard. He let himself sink into your couch, his head thrown back and eyes closed. Concerned, you sat next to him, your arm snaking around his shoulders to comfort him. You asked if he was alright, but instead of answering you, he leaned in for a kiss. Before you knew it, he pulled you into your bedroom and straddled you on your bed.

Now, Nanami was looking down at you, pulling his own clothes off and exposing his perfect physique. He had the kind of body that would make anyone who wasn't a super model self-conscious.

"I guess...I just don't understand how someone like you could..." you trailed off, not wanting to admit that you thought he deserved more than what you had to offer.

"Could what? Finish your sentences, Y/N."

You sighed, knowing he wouldn't let you drop it. "How someone like you would want to do this with someone like me."

Nanami remained unmoved.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "How can someone so hot want to fuck someone so chubby?!" you almost yelled. He must like teasing you like this.

Nanami chuckled, leaning into the curve of your neck. He gave you sweet pecks until he reached the small pudge under your chin, where he decided to bite you. It wasn't a hard bite, but you tensed.

"Do you really think any of that matters?" Nanami asked, raising his head only to crash his mouth down onto yours. He could feel your hesitation, so he broke the kiss, opting to sit up instead. "You must not think very highly of me."

Maybe he was right. You had only known each other for a few months, and dating for even fewer. Sure, Nanami was always considerate and thoughtful during your interactions, but giving yourself to someone wasn't something you could do thoughtlessly.

Your silence only confirmed his thoughts.

"Well, I will change the way you think about me," Nanami announced flatly. He pulled your pajama shorts off. Instinctively, your hands tried to cover what he wanted to see most. He pulled them away, situating his face between your meaty legs.

Nanami kissed your knee. You tensed again when you felt him lightly bite into the thick of your thigh.

"Relax," Nanami cooed, "this is my favorite part."

He kissed a trail down to your hot center. Using his left hand, he pulled your plush bottom lips apart, exposing your sensitive bud.

"You smell so sweet," Nanami said before he started to suck on your clit. You moaned quietly, one hand thrown over your mouth as the opposite one reached down to gently rake through his hair. Your breath hitched when you felt him insert two fingers inside you.

It was too much. He was reaching places your fingers couldn't. He was too good. "Kento...s-stop..."

"Can't," Nanami responded, voice muffled by your plush muff. His face and fingers dug in a bit deeper and his reward was the feeling of your plump fingers pressing down on his head.

A last lap against your clit, and Nanami had your hips bucking up against him. He reacted swiftly, using his arms to wrap around your wide hips to keep you down as he let you ride out your high.

As you caught your breath, Nanami trailed his tongue up the curve of your round stomach.

"N-no..." you squirmed against him, hands trying to push him away. "My...fat..."

"And?" Nanami asked, finally finding your breasts. You gasped at the sudden suction around your nipple. "Are you saying that you want to lose weight?"

"Don't you want me to?" you asked, expecting him to say yes. Why would he be any different from everyone else in your life. Your family and friends all eventually say that you should lose some weight. Although their intentions are good, you couldn't help but resent them a little.

Once he was satisfied with how loud you were moaning, Nanami pulled away from your breast. "I don't see the sense in changing something already perfect."

You felt yourself blush. A soft smile formed on Nanami's face before he hunched over you, positioning his length at your entrance. He looked at you for confirmation; you didn't reject him. He pushed his cockhead into you slowly. Your legs wrapped around his back, widening your center to accommodate him. Your hands rested on his thick biceps, your nails digging into them as he closed the remaining gap between you both.

"This," Nanami said, referring to your vagina, "Is my safe place. You have been my sanctuary these past few months."

No one had ever said anything so sweet to you before. You felt a strange calm wash over you. In just a few moments - in just a few actions - this man had rid you of your insecurities. It was as though his words were the absolute truth. They gave you a sense of permanence and belonging in his life...and that pulled at your heartstrings. More than ever before, you wanted him to make love to you.

You could hear his breathing become less rhythmic than before as he thrusted into you in long strokes. He could feel you tighten your walls around him every time he plunged in deep. It was driving him crazy. It was driving you crazy, too. The stretch he offered you at your deepest parts had you gasping for air.

Nanami sat up on your bed, pulling you over his lap, his arms securing you in place. You started bouncing on his dick; this position enabled you to feel him deeper than before. Your jaw dropped in response to the rising ecstasy.

Nanami was holding back as much as he could. But the way your thick thighs were working hard to ride him and the way your belly and tits bounced against his torso was forcing him over the edge. He could feel himself salivating at the feeling of your plump pussy walls and the thought of your clitoris sensitive and swollen. He was ravenous for your orgasm, more so than his. He wanted to see your face when you reached your peak and release.

"Are you close, Y/N?"

You dug your fingers on his shoulders and arched your back. Your eyes were closed shut, trying hard to get to that high. "I need...more..."

Nanami's mouth captured your nipple, his hand palming the other one. You clenched your walls in pleasure. The tightening of your orifice allowed you to feel the contours of his hard dick inside you. You swore you could feel how his dick hit your cervix, how the curve of it pushed your walls away, how each and every vein and ridge carved away at your sanity. Eventually....inevitably, you reached an orgasm.

"Annhh!" you moaned. Your eyes - although already behind closed lids - rolled to the back of your head. Your hands pushed Nanami's head harder against your chest, but he resisted.

"Mpphff--." Nanami pulled away from you, trying to catch his breath. He wanted to see your face. Your eyes were closed, but your lashes were wet with tears. Your mouth was open, brows raised. Fuck, that was what he had wanted to see.

Once you had calmed, he laid you down on your back, and continued fucking into your sloppy cunt.

"Cum, Kento," you said so softly that you weren't sure he could even hear it.

He could. Your worn-out expression, along with your sweet voice sent him over the edge. You felt him ejaculate into you, pushing in as deep as he could, as if to say he wouldn't waste a single drop.

He went in for a swift kiss.

"Ready for dessert?"

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[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 125.7 Accidental Bonding (Part 7)

(You can start at Part One, if you’d like.)

The whole entire day had sucked.

Harry sat in the corner of the muggle pub he'd wandered into (because it was close to Draco's house and they'd come here for drinks and dinner once and Harry had made him laugh so hard he'd snorted) nursing a scotch (because that's what Draco drank and it made him think of books and coziness) and he wished.

Merlin he wished that he was with Draco right now instead of sitting all alone in this stupid pub.

He glanced up when he heard the tingle of the bells above the door and watched in shock as his two best friends walked in. Harry blinked in surprise, sitting up straighter. "What?" he managed when they clapped eyes on him and made a beeline for his table. "What are you doing here?"

"Like we would be anywhere else when you are obliviously having an emotional breakdown," Hermione replied as she draped her coat over the back of her chair and sat down next to Harry.

Ron slid into the seat across from him, "You really weren't yourself at training today," he added apologetically.

"But how did you find me?" he asked.

Hermione held out her mobile, "You left your 'find my friend' active, so I tracked you."

"I didn't even know that was something people could do."

She nodded, "You learn something new every day," she replied flippantly. "Now tell us. What's going on?"

"Nothing," he said, probably too quickly.

Definitely too quickly if Hermione's expression was anything to go by. "You're drinking scotch," she said, as though that was damning evidence.

(Read more below the cut)

"And?" he asked petulantly.

Ron cleared his throat, "Just, we're here for you, mate," he said. "If there's something you wanted to talk about. We're not going to judge you." He reached across the table and patted Harry on the shoulder, "We just want you to know we love you."

"Okay," Hermione said, "Yes, that, but," she added, "We also want to know what the bloody hell is going on with you and Malfoy."

"Hermione wants to know," Ron said, narrowing his eyes at her, "I'd be glad not to know. If you don't want to talk about it."

"Ronald-"

Harry laughed, he couldn't help himself, and his best friends both looked at him apologetically.

Ron said, "You know you can tell us anything, right?"

"I think I might be in love with Draco Malfoy."

Ron sighed, "I was afraid you were going to say that. I'm going to order a drink and then you can tell us all about it."

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Harry spent the next hour talking about Draco, going through the way things had started, to how things had developed, to the way they ended that morning.

"Are you sure he doesn't feel the same way?" Hermione asked.

He nodded miserably, "He told me this morning that he felt the same as he did before the bond."

"He could have been lying," Ron offered.

"I don't think so," he replied, "I've gotten pretty good at detecting when he's not being truthful."

"And you've been checked to make sure there are no traces of the bond left?"

"Yeah. I went to St. Mungo's after work. Apparently I should have been feeling the affects of the bond lessen for the past week or so," he added bitterly. "She ran a thousand diagnostic spells and there's nothing detectable."

"Do you think-" Hermione broke off and bit her lip.

"What?"

She tucked a curl behind her ear, "Do you think it's possible that he liked you before the bond?"

"What? No," he said, shaking his head.

"Right but hear me out," she said, "why would he have asked you to stay for breakfast if he hated you?"

"He didn't say he hated me, he said-"

"That he felt the same as before the bond," she finished.

Ron nodded, "She makes a good point, mate."

"That's impossible! He was just as upset about the bond in the beginning as I was," he protested.

"But was he upset for the same reasons?" she asked.

He sucked his lower lip into his mouth.

"And he did seem pretty..." Ron trailed off.

"Besotted?" Hermione offered and Ron nodded.

"When you brought him with you those times to dinner with us," he finished.

Harry frowned, "No he didn't."

"No offense, mate, but you couldn't see how he was looking at you," Ron said.

"Ron's right," Hermione said, "For all we know he's liked you all along."

"For all we know," Harry argued, "he has hated my guts and that hasn't changed." He shook his head, this wasn't helping, "Let's talk about something else," he said.

Mercifully, his friends dropped it and Hermione started to talk about her day and the law she was trying to push through.

But when they were getting ready to leave Hermione said, "Don't you think you should say something to him?"

"What?" he asked incredulously. "No, I do not think I should say something to him. Are you insane?"

"But the worst case scenario is that he confirms that he hates you, isn't that better than not knowing?" she asked.

He didn't know how to answer her, so he just settled for letting himself be pulled into a hug instead.

"Just think about it," she whispered in his ear and he nodded.

"Come to the burrow for dinner on Sunday," Ron added, giving him a hug, too. "Mum's been missing her favorite son," he added with a wink.

They left the pub and headed toward a little back ally to apparate home. Ron and Hermione went first, and then Harry went; closing his eyes and turning before he was sucked through time and space.

But when he opened his eyes again, he wasn't at his house; he was standing at Draco's front door. He blinked and then Hermione's words rang through his head isn't that better than not knowing?

Without his conscious permission, his hand reached up and knocked on Draco's door. And then he immediately panicked, reaching for his wand as he decided to just apparate away.

Before he could manage it, the door was swung open and Draco said, "yes?" before he caught sight of Harry. Draco's eyebrows shot up and he said on a surprised breath, "Harry."

And it was Harry's undoing.

Draco had called him many things: prat, scarhead, idiot, wanker, Potter, and a thousand others. But he had never used Harry's given name before.

"It wasn't just the bond," Harry finally managed.

"Sorry?" Draco asked, tugging the sleeves of the hoodie he was wearing down so they covered his hands.

Harry blinked, "Is that my hoodie?" he asked, momentarily distracted.

Draco looked down at himself, then back up at Harry pure panic in his eyes, and Harry did the only thing he could do.

He stepped up the final step into Draco's house and kissed him. Harry cupped Draco's face in his hands and molded their mouths together the way he'd been aching to do for weeks.

And Draco immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping his fingers through Harry's hair and holding him close, lining their bodies up fully. "What?" he managed when they broke apart to breathe.

"It wasn't just the fucking bond," Harry said. "Circe. It is so nice to say that. It wasn't the bond," he repeated again because it felt so damn good to get those words out.

"Harry-" Draco said, his voice calm and collected, and Harry knew he was going to try to say something practical, something reasonable but he couldn't stop himself from interrupting.

"Say it again," he begged.

"What?" Draco asked, brow furrowing.

"My name."

Draco's face softened, "Harry," he murmured.

"Godric, Draco," he managed as he swooped back in, pressing the other man back against the wall and snogging him desperately, pouring all of the longing and the aching that he'd been feeling for weeks into the kiss. One hand held his jaw while the other cupped his waist and Harry was flying.

"Harry," Draco groaned into the kiss before he put his hands on Harry's chest and pushed lightly.

Harry took a step back, panting.

"Wait," the other man said. "Just," he shook his head. "Wait a second." Draco scrubbed his hands over his face, "Why are you here?"

"I didn't mean to come here," he said. "I meant to apparate home but I ended up on your doorstep because all I've been able to think about all day is you."

"Right," Draco said, nodding once. "Yeah. We need to get you to St. Mungo's. Obviously the bond has-"

"It. is. not. the. bond," Harry repeated, resisting the urge to shout it but only just.

"This isn't right," he said, shaking his head.

"Do you not feel the same about me?" Harry asked, "Should I not have kissed you? Sorry-"

Draco held up a hand, "Of course I feel that way," he said with a self deprecating laugh.

"But why-"

"Because I felt this way before the bond," he said.

Harry huffed, "Why is she always bloody right?"

"Who?" Draco asked, scowling in confusion.

"Hermione."

Draco rubbed his forehead, "Honestly." He blew out a breath and brushed the thought away, "Right. The point stands, we need to get you to St. Mungos-"

"I've already gone," Harry protested, "because someone kept telling me that everything I was feeling was because of the bloody, stupid bond."

Draco froze, brow furrowing in confusion, "You've already gone to St. Mungos?"

"Yes," he affirmed. "And I am fine. There is no trace of the bond anywhere-"

"It's messed with your mind-"

"Draco," he said, stepping closer and clasping his shoulders. "It's not the bond." He took a breath and let the words hang in the air. "It's me, okay? I am in love with you."

"You're not."

Harry threw his hands up in the air, "Stop it!"

"But Potter this is ridiculous."

"Don't," he said, voice low but firm. "Do not go back to calling me Potter, Draco, so help me."

The other man took a breath, then another, "Okay. We need a minute," he said. "I need a minute." He marched past Harry into the kitchen, "Tea?" he asked.

And no, Harry really didn't want any bloody tea but as he didn't seem to be any closer to getting what he did want, he sighed, "If you insist." As Draco set about making tea, pulling down Harry's favorite mug, Harry said, "Can I ask a question?"

"You have questions?" Draco asked with a dry laugh, "A moment ago, it seemed I had the monopoly on questions."

He huffed, "Why won't you believe me?"

"Because-" Draco started to snap before pausing and taking a breath, and Merlin Harry loved him even more. He carefully poured the hot water into their mugs and then he said, "because you didn't feel this way a month ago, the bond happened and planted artificial feelings, and now you have different feelings."

"Okay, first," Harry said, "The bond planted physical urges," he said. "I still hated you for at least the first two weeks, even if I wanted to touch you." He shook his head, "Not in a pervy way."

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched and something eased in Harry's chest.

"The feelings came later," he said, "After I realized how," he broke off searching for the right words, "fantastic you are. After I got to know you, I realized how many amazing things there are about you and I wanted to spend time with you. Not because holding your hand felt good but because you make me laugh, and because you're kind, and because you are so interesting," he said.

"Harry," he said softly, uncertainly.

"And I know it's scary," Harry assured him, "I'm completely terrified. But I also know that I have never felt as happy, and safe, and cared for as I have the past two weeks with you. And if you'd just give me a chance, I-"

Draco lunged across the island, grabbing Harry's lapels in his hands and crashing their mouths together.

"Mmrph," Harry managed before kissing the other man back, gentling Draco's frantic kissing until he could press love into his lips.

"You," Draco said when he pulled back, "Are the worst."

"What?" Harry asked, even though he couldn't help but laugh.

"How dare you leave me this morning telling me that you felt the same as you did at the beginning of this? How dare you not even stay for breakfast?"

"To be fair," Harry said, leaning across the island to steal another kiss, "You said you felt the same first."

"Yes well, bravery is your house's thing, not mine."

"I'll tell you I love you before I leave every day," he promised.

Draco stared at him, "Don't say things like that if you don't mean them."

He reached out and took Draco's hand in his, "I mean it." After a heart beat Harry cleared his throat, "So, since we're being honest, I have really enjoyed not sleeping alone the past month."

There was a pause as Draco's eyes searched his, "Are you asking if you can move in?" Draco asked.

He shrugged one shoulder, "If you wouldn't mind. We wouldn't have to," he bit his lip, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, "You know, do stuff," he said, "If you don't want to. Just," he scratched his beard, "you keep the nightmares away."

Draco's lower lip protruded and his eyes looked suspiciously bright, "You can't just say things like that!" he exclaimed. "Merlin, Potter, you don't do anything by halves do you? You absolute nutter."

He came around the other side of the island and pressed a kiss to the tip of Draco's nose, "Harry," he corrected.

"Harry," Draco repeated, breathing love into the word, rubbing his nose up the side of Harry's. "Yes, of course you can stay, you sap."

Harry wrapped his fingers in the stolen hoodie and pulled Draco closer so he could kiss his petal soft lips again.

"Harry?" Draco murmured into the kiss.

"Mmm?" he asked as he trailed kisses from the corner of Draco's mouth along his jaw.

Draco tilted his head back to give him more room to maneuver, "What if I said I did want to do stuff?" he asked.

Harry pulled back and Draco whined. "Do you?" he asked.

"I'm asked you first," he replied.

He grinned, "I would be very open to stuff. If you are."

"You should probably take me to bed, then," Draco replied, pulling Harry back in to kiss him, "And get me out of this hideous, whatever-you-called-it."

Harry laughed and dragged Draco out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom, leaving their half drunk tea to grow cold.

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True to his word, Harry stayed for breakfast the next morning and told Draco 'I love you' before leaving for the day.

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(Part 6)

[seollenda-moved]

Hiii can u do Ryujin and fem!reader first kiss where reader is a bit nervous but Ryu helps her in a cute way if that makes sense hehe

calculated (reader x ryujin)

fluffy girls and their first kiss <3 thanks for the request anon :)

CW: n/a

word count: ~680

“you’re so nervous.”

“no shit,” you mumbled, but ryujin only giggled, unable to contain her own shyness for a moment.

the two of you were sitting on the floor, leaned against the side of her bed. she was turned to face you, her right arm across the top of her bed and hand playing with your hair absently.

“won’t you at least turn to face me?” she teased. so you did, pulling your feet to your side as you properly looked her in the eyes. they were playful and gentle, though they widened slightly at the intensity of your own gaze. you could see her swallow in the bob of her throat. who was nervous now?

this assuaged your own anxieties a tad. you pushed a little further, resting your hand on her thigh. now her lips parted slightly in surprise at your boldness. they were moisturized in what was probably deeply intentional lip balm preparation. shin ryujin, so prepared as always.

“are you all talk with all the other girls you play with?” you teased back. she shook her head lightly, mildly affronted.

“i’m not a playboy, you know,” she protested, a real semblance of frustration in her voice. you nodded in reassurance. “i don’t know where that reputation came from.”

“probably because of your handsome good looks,” you said matter of factly. a shy blush colored her cheeks, the corner of her lip lifting as she had to look away. “well, i’m not an innocent dummy either.”

“uh huh. why’d you have to ask me for this then?”

“because i don’t trust any of the slimey guys or flaky girls to do me right.” you ignored the mischievous eyebrow raise at your unintentional innuendo. “and i trust that you’re a good kisser.”

she drew closer now, and you could smell her perfume, just a touch of sweetness and woody musk, sitting at the border of masculine and feminine just as its wearer did.

“thanks,” she said. she was earnest this time. your heart quickened. your friend had her moments when her silly bravado came down, and the depth of her dark eyes opened up just a bit more. you’d always been unwilling to think about the feeling that crept into your own chest at those moments. her eyes flitted to your mouth, and she leaned forward carefully.

“wait,” you said, a hand coming to rest on her chest. you noted the speed of her heartbeat.

she drew back immediately, her expression concerned. you felt flutters of affection at her sweet attentiveness. “will this mean anything? will it…i don’t want to risk something bad…”

she regarded you for a moment, with the expression you knew meant her mind was mulling over all of this with her typical quick wit.

“only if you want it to.”

(the implicit statement being that she wanted it, too.)

fuck it, right?

you drew forward as she met you halfway.

her lips were as soft as they’d always looked, dancing across yours with all the right intensities, knowing all the ways you’d hoped they would.

she exhaled lightly and drew a breath again, a reminder of how real she was sending a shiver through your being. her free hand rested at your waist, the other threading into your hair properly now and gently guiding you further into the kiss. when her tongue tentatively swiped at your upper lip you immediately relented to her, experiencing each other properly. you hadn’t known a sweeter taste.

you didn’t know where this was supposed to end, conscious thoughts a fuzzy haze on the periphery of your mind. your inner voice only sang her name over and over again in dazed song. ryujin, ryujin, ryujin.

she had to be the one to finally withdraw.

she looked about as disoriented as you felt, her gaze starry and focused on you.

“was it good?” you murmured self consciously.

she broke into a smile, with an affection that warmed like rays of a spring sun. she nodded, lightly swiping a thumb across your swollen lips.

“yeah…yeah, it was.”

[dollslayer]

The Stand-In

CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Stood up by your date and stranded in one of the nicest restaurants in town, Bucky Barnes just can't let that stand.

Warnings: slight angst, smut, oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !), if I missed anything let me know!

W/C: 3,807

A/N: I wrote this for @simsadventures 6k mixed adventure challenge (Congrats!) w/ a restaurant setting and the line "If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice". If you like it please reblog and comment and tell me what you think! Cheers!

p.s. - Come check out my other fics or find me on AO3 (same name)!

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7 PM

Your best Jimmy Choos click gingerly as you walk up to the hostess stand at one of the most popular restaurants in Manhattan. He had made the reservation in your name, which you gave to the hostess. She takes a minute to consider you, cocking a brow as she silently clocks your ASOS cocktail dress. You looked chic enough that she could forgive you. Her moment wasn’t lost on you, this part of the Upper West Side was so stuffy so you put on your best.

Feeling slightly self-conscious about your attire you brushed the feeling off quickly. He would be here soon and he’d reassure you how beautiful you look. When you’d met for coffee he’d make you feel so sexy and confident with how sure of himself he was. So when he asked you to dinner at one of the most renowned places in the city and said he wanted to talk tonight you accepted immediately.

“Right this way” the hostess said and broke you out of your self-doubting stupor and guided you towards a some-what secluded table towards the back of the restaurant.

“Here are some menus for you two, if you’d like anything to drink while you wait, your waiter should be here soon”, she sent you an artificial smile and turned on her heel back to the stand.

You picked up a menu and it left you reeling at the prices. You had half a mind to text him and see if he wanted to go somewhere else. Based off of the way he dresses and how he had tipped the barista on your first outing you thought better of it. He’d said he wanted to treat you, so you’ll let him.

7:15 PM

You decided to wait to order anything to drink until he got here, too afraid of the price tag attached to any bottle of wine on the menu.

You took a sip of your water and checked your texts for the second time since sitting down. Still nothing, you didn’t want to text him just yet, you knew he was busy and you didn’t want to seem overbearing. You knew he was a CFO and he’d be coming from the financial district when traffic was insane. You could forgive him. You take another sip of your water hoping it’ll wash all of your doubts away. Besides, it’s not like he’s late-late, he’s like, fashionably late, he’s working-man late.

7:30 PM

Okay, so he’s late-late, don’t panic. Sometimes things happen, he’s only human and this is only your second date.

Your waiter approaches the table again, eyebrows raised expectantly at you. The smug look on his face says he’s thinking what you’re too afraid to.

You order yourself a $25 martini. Your waiter promises to return and you finish off your water.

Time to craft the perfect text that says ‘Hey I’m here, where tf are you?’ without actually asking where the fuck he’s at. You tap away nervously on your phone.

‘Hey, I’ve got a table towards the back, closer to the end of the bar’ Perfect.

7:45 PM

You’re still sitting solo at the table, you feel the beginnings of humiliation creep into your features. You feel warm, your brows form a seemingly permanent crease of worry, and you are trying everything in your power to suppress the tears you felt building up.

You don’t make eye contact with your waiter when he stops by again, playing it off like you were sending a text. But you tell him you’ll be right back so that he doesn’t give up your table.

You walk quickly to the bathroom hoping no one will notice your trembling face. You feel just like a middle schooler that got dumped at the dance. You make it to a bathroom stool and dial your best friend, Wanda.

“Is everything okay? You’re supposed to be out with your mystery date aren’t you?” She had answered almost immediately.

You sniffled a bit and took a shaky inhale. “Y-yes, our reservation was for 7 and he put it in my name, I texted him once already but I don’t wanna seem too overbearing for a second date, y’know? But something feels off. I don’t know, maybe I’m being crazy.”

“You’re definitely not being crazy, it sounds fishy to me. If he doesn’t answer in five minutes I want you to leave and come straight over. I’ll have white Russians and Drag Race waiting for you” Wanda always knew just what to say, just how to make you feel. You were grateful for her.

You sighed into the receiver. “Thanks, babe, I’ll let you know what happens either way”. You hung up and grabbed some toilet paper to dab at the corners of your eyes. You knew you’d need an extra minute to compose yourself as you faced the truth.

He’s not coming, he’s not texting me back, he probably regretted setting the date which is why he put the reservation in my name, I won’t be hearing from him again. Just pay your tab, smile, and leave. You got this.

7:52 PM

Checking your appearance in the mirror one last time you let out a final sigh and push open the door back to the dining room. Your walk to your table begins to slow when you notice someone is sitting at your table. A rather tall, unfamiliar someone.

Did the waiter really give away the table? I’ve been gone all of 7 minutes! What do I even say to this stranger? Should I just grab my bag and go? Hopefully it’s still there.

Your final steps towards your seat are nervous and uneven. The man in the chair opposite yours must’ve heard you and he faces you. You’re struck with an unfamiliar but extremely handsome face. The look of surprise must be tangible because he laughs and slight wrinkles form at the edges of his eyes. Who the fuck is this guy? Well he hasn’t stolen my purse so there’s that.

“I-” You lean over to grab your purse when you’re cut off mid-apology.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, you know how it is at work. Sit down, I ordered a bottle of wine for the table”. The man said.

You sat down slowly and felt so stiff and uncomfortable in the chair. Were you being pranked? Was this part of some very elaborate joke? Before you could ask any of those questions the man reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice” He said as his thumb grazed your knuckles. You were slightly stunned by his boldness. You complied, if only out of shock and hoped he’d explain himself a little better or let you go in time for you to make an exit.

He leaned in closer to you, to anyone else it would’ve looked like an intimate moment during any normal date. He looked you in the eyes while he kept hold of your hand and you realized how warm he was, how clear his eyes were. You took a deep breath through your nose and tried to play it cool.

“I’ve been at the bar for a while now, it seems like whichever idiot decided to stand you up made a grave mistake.” Your brows pinched together and he continued, “I was with a friend talking business but he left and you look like you needed to be saved from the incident so here I am. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.”

You were unsure what to do with the information just given to you. Yes, it would’ve been embarrassing to pay your tab and leave alone after sitting there for almost an entire hour by yourself, but it was also embarrassing that this man had noticed and you certainly didn’t need anyone looking at you like some damsel in distress.

You caught yourself from scoffing completely and schooled your features. “I… appreciate that you’d do that for me but I don’t want anyone’s sympathy, especially not a date.” You tried to pull away when his hand gently squeezed yours.

“Please- I- I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m doing this out of pity. Whatever happened here is unfortunate, yes. But you’re also very beautiful and you’re here by yourself so why not ‘shoot my shot’ as I believe the kids are saying these days? Think of me like a stand-in for the other guy, but y’know, better” he replied playfully.

A very brief moment of contemplation was solidified by your lack of notifications on your phone. Why not? He’s good looking and he’s doing you a favor.

You had to at least afford a small chuckle at that. “So ‘Bucky’, huh? Well I don’t have any cool nicknames but you can call me by my first name.” You gave it to him and he repeated it back to you, a wry smile on his face.

8:05 PM

Still no texts from him but you did text Wanda to tell her everything worked out and there’d be details to come. She’d go into full on mama bear mode if you hadn’t updated her.

“So, Bucky, what do you do? Do you live here in Manhattan?” You asked before taking a sip of your wine (which you didn’t dare check the price of per bottle).

“Brooklyn, actually, but a lot of my business is here. Have you heard of Buchannan hospitality?” He asked.

Your brain snagged itself on that name. That sounds familiar? Where have I seen that? Oh wait! Didn’t you see him in the Forbes ‘30 under 30’ list last year?

You’d meant to answer him but unfortunately all that came out was a confused “Forbes?” at which he laughed a little bit and nodded.

“Yeah you might’ve seen me there. I own some hotels and lounges around Manhattan and Brooklyn. What do you do?” He had brushed off his accolades so quickly, wanting instead to know about you, this random girl that had been stood up.

Shit, your mid-level marketing job doesn’t stand up to this in the least. You took a sip of the wine and answered him, explaining you were second in command of your small company’s marketing department.

He seemed genuinely intrigued and you two ended up talking business and swapping office and university disaster stories until the main course arrived. You dug into your meal, savoring the taste and relishing in the unusual turn of events.

8:47 PM

The plates have been cleared away and the wine glasses refilled. Bucky was proving to be great company and as oddly as it started you were grateful to be sitting here with him. You’d nearly forgotten about your would-be date and decided to check your phone one last time.

You had 11 unread texts, 10 of them from Wanda wanting a play-by-play and one of them from the man that had stood you up. You opened it and sighed. ‘Can’t make it tonight, baby, promise to make it up to you soon’.

You scoffed to yourself. He’s not gonna say where he’s been? Or even say sorry? Douche.

You put your phone away and looked back up to Bucky who was eyeing you with playful curiosity.

“Lemme guess, that was the guy who was supposed to be seeing you’s sorry ass excuse followed by a flimsy apology” He said as he drank from his water glass.

“You’re 1 for 3. It was him but he didn’t apologize or try to explain himself. Should’ve known when he put the reservation under my name and not his that something might be up and when he wasn’t there on time.” You said more to yourself than to Bucky.

“What’s his name?” Bucky asked.

“His name’s Brock Rumlow,” Bucky’s expression changed just slightly at this. “I think he works at some firm in the financial district. We only ever went out the once before this so I don’t really remember.” You explained. “What? What’s that look for? Please don’t tell me you know him”.

“Sorry to say that I do. Sorry to say I know his wife too” He said a little more quietly.

You felt humiliated all over again, the same feelings that you experienced in this very seat not an hour ago still had you by the gills it would seem.

Bucky reached for your hand again, running the pads of his thumb across the ridges of your knuckles in an attempt to calm you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you upset, but you definitely ought to know that Rumlow is no one that deserves your time” Bucky said in earnest.

His words were nice but you’d need some time to get over this embarrassment on your own. In the meantime, you really were enjoying Bucky’s company so you decided to let it distract you.

Bucky flagged down a waiter, signaling him to bring the check. He took one glance at it and set his card inside. As you reached for the bill with your own card in hand he gave it to the waiter before you could even get a peek. He was so nonchalant when he looked at you.

“Don’t even think about it. So tell me, is the night over or are you game to spend a little more time on me?” He asked. This is the second time he’d been dominant but kind in one breath. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt but you didn’t dislike it.

If you went home you’d just be wallowing in your own self pity, or you’d go to Wanda’s and do it but if you go with Bucky you could delay that feeling for a bit longer. Out with a stranger it is.

“Where to?” You asked him.

9:59 PM

A private booth on the top floor of what he said was one of his favorite lounges turned out to be where to. You were relieved to find there was no dancing, as you had two left feet and half a bottle of wine by now. When you got to the booth you stuck with water, knowing you’d need to get yourself home.

Bucky had insisted on one glass of champagne ‘to chance encounters’ he’d said. You agreed but just one. You found yourself closer to him while you talked, your knees touched and his hand found its way to your leg. It didn’t dare to move higher up, just staying there like a comforting weight almost while you conversed.

You were rambling on about the time you and your cousin took your dad’s car for a joyride when you were 14. You were laughing the whole thing off when you realized he wasn’t laughing with you. You had worried for a moment that you’d bored him when you saw the soft yet intense look in his eye and tilted your head with curiosity.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that right?” He didn���t let you answer as he shifted closer. “I’d like to kiss you, is that alright with you?”

Oh. You were caught off guard by the abruptness of his question. Suddenly shy, all you could do was give a small nod and bite your lip in anticipation. His full lips were soft and almost as warm as his hands, which were holding you in an embrace. One of your hands had made their way to his hair and one on the outside of his lower thigh. You sighed as you kissed him back.

It was soft but insistent, things became a little more passionate as you swiped your tongue into his mouth and you both let out a small moan. You didn’t want to stop kissing Bucky, it just felt right.

He finally broke the kiss as one of his hands still rested at the nape of your neck. You were breathless, this man had kissed the daylights out of you. If he could do that with his tongue imagine what else he could do with it. You were both panting softly, sorting through what to make of things and where to go from here.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna keep doing that, but this might not be the best place for it. You can say no if you want to, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I’d love to take you home and treat you right” He said with unwavering eye contact.

Well how on Earth could I say no to that even if I wanted to? Wait doesn’t he live in Brooklyn?

“Let’s go back to mine, probably closer” You said. He nodded in agreement and sent a text to his driver to come pick you both up.

10:40 PM

You did indeed find out what else that tongue of his could do, you were finding out right now. He had made you cum once from his tongue alone already but he added to thick fingers and started pumping them into you, making a scissoring motion that hit you just right. You arched your back and pushed his face in deeper as you cried out, signaling your second orgasm.

Completely drunk in the afterglow of it, you wanted to keep this feeling forever. You wanted to show him what you could do too. You got up albeit with a little shakiness and hovered over him. You kissed his neck and slid your hand down to meet his groin. He was still in his briefs and you pulled the elastic band down with ease.

His cock sprang free and you had to hide the slight surprise you felt looking at the sheer size of him. You were always told you were good in bed so time to really put yourself to the test. You kissed your way down to his pelvis and your hand started working him. Staring back up at him you maintained eye contact while you kissed the dab of pre-cum that pooled at the head of his dick.

He shuddered but you kept staring at him, and in what you have to say was a pretty proud moment for you, you held his gaze while you took him slowly and in one go. You closed your eyes and moaned, feeling him in the back of your throat.

“Shit, oh my god. Are you gonna…?” He was lost for words so you decided to answer him by getting to work. You started slowly, up and down, letting yourself get used to his size and reminding yourself to breathe through your nose and stay relaxed.

His moans were growing louder and his breathing heavier, you knew he was close and you were wondering if he was going to let you finish him. You got your answer when he pulled you off of him by the hair.

“As bad as I want you to finish what you started, I wanna feel you first.” He panted.

“So what’s stopping you?” You asked playfully. A small shriek escaped you as he flipped you under him. He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust in slowly. You could tell he was using a lot of restraint but that was quickly forgotten as you remembered how big he was. You suddenly appreciated the slow pace.

As he became fully sheathed inside of you you let out a loud moan that was quickly silenced by his lips on yours. A few more small thrusts and he was nearly fucking your cervix. You felt unbelievably full.

“Had no idea how talented that mouth was of yours, doll. Trying to make me cum without getting to fuck you though? Now that’s just cruel. I think you need to pay for that, don’t you?” He asked playfully as his thrusts became a little harder and forceful.

You could only nod and moan as he picked up his pace. Your hands clung to his shoulders for dear life and you whimpered and keened while he railed you into your mattress. Finally getting used to the feeling you reached down to play with your clit.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asked in between grunts.

Your eyes rounded and you shook your head.

“I wanna be the one to touch you. Make you cum. Only me.” He forced out as he replaced your fingers with his. He made tight, quick circles around your clit but didn’t let up on his pace as he fucked you closer and closer to a third orgasm.

“Your pussy’s making it fuckin’ impossible for me to hold out any longer, need you to cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my fuckin’ dick.” His words sent you right over the edge and you did as you were asked.

Not two seconds later he cried out and emptied himself inside of you, sending a few final pushes into you before taking himself out and dropping down on his side.

You leaned over and kissed him with what little breath you two had left. Your sweat mixed together but you didn’t mind.

His hands provided that comforting weight as he brought one to your shoulder and the other to your hip. He kissed the tip of your nose and watched you begin to drift off to sleep. He could probably use the rest himself and decided to close his eyes for a bit.

9:30 AM

You woke up in a half empty bed, but before you could let yourself be too disappointed you heard the sound of your shower turning off. You padded down to the bathroom and opened the door to find Bucky toweling off. He gave you a lopsided grin.

“Good mornin’, I would’ve asked you to join me but you looked so peaceful I didn’t wanna wake you.” He explained. “If you’re not sick of me, do you maybe wanna grab some breakfast?”

You shook your head and reached past him to turn the shower back on.

“No way. I make the best pancakes and as a thank you for everything last night, I insist on making some for you.” You smiled up at him, hopeful he’d agree.

“Well I hope you know what you’re up against, I’m a very insatiable man.” He joked back.

You hit him with a washcloth and laughed. “Oh believe me I know. Gimme 15 and I’ll be right out.”

He nodded and closed the door behind him. You let your mind wander back to last night as you washed off the sweat that lingered from the night before.

10:15 AM

You set down two plates stacked mile-high with pancakes and bacon. You held your coffee mug up to his and clinked against it.

“To chance encounters” You said with a smile.

[pilothusband]

The One Where Frankie Didn’t Need a Map

Gif by @uuuhshiny

Rating: Explicit! 18+!

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Some good ol’ fashioned cunnilingus, alcohol consumption, a teensy bit of pining. Unbeta’d, we horny post like men.

Word count: ~1.5k

Description: You confess something to Frankie and he is determined to change your mind on the matter.

You already knew you were in trouble when no one else showed up for the hang out session Frankie had posted about in the group chat. Will had a date with his wife, Benny had training, and Pope had some other plans God knows where.

Here you were, perched on Frankie’s couch, downing a PBR like it was water, trying to get over your own nerves. See, you harbored a not-so-secret crush on Frankie. You were glad Frankie was oblivious to it, not really knowing if he felt the same way.

He had never said or done anything to hint that he felt the same way, but sometimes when you were all out, you caught him looking at you from across the room. Your gaze would meet his, and he’d look away quickly. It was confusing and maddening as hell.

He was a good friend; someone you could tell almost anything and not feel judged. You didn’t want to risk losing him.

After a while, conversation flowed as freely as the cheap beer. You felt your tongue get a little looser, and you noticed Frankie was in the same boat.His hair was a little disheveled, rather adorably, and his face was getting a little pink, his smile a little more ever-present.

Still, you weren’t sure how the conversation turned to sex. You hadn’t broached this subject before in detail, much less when it was just the two of you.

You made a comment about how you hadn’t been dicked down in what felt like decades and he let a laugh.

“I think the thing I miss about having a regular sex partner is just going to town while eating her out.”

You squirmed, feeling incredibly hot under the collar all of a sudden.

“I don’t know, I’ve always wanted to enjoy that, but none of the guys I’ve been with could find the clit even if they had a map.”

Frankie almost spit his beer out at that. He didn’t laugh this time though.

He didn’t respond right away. His brow was furrowed in deep thought. You felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over you.

“I know, it’s kind of embarrassing,” you started. “I think there’s something wrong with me.” 

You tried to laugh it off, but your voice was small and unsure. Your eyes were cast down at your hands, wringing nervously in your lap. Frankie must have thought you were insane, sharing something this personal with him.

“No,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’s not embarrassing. Not for you, at least.” 

You looked up at him, surprised.

“Those guys, they didn’t know what they were doing,” he said, his arms gesturing wildly. “They were fucking idiots.” 

You huffed out a laugh. Of course he would say that.

“I guarantee you, when you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing, you’ll change your tune.” 

“Yeah,” you said derisively. “We’ll see if that happens. You know my dating history.”

Frankie hummed in agreement and took a pull from his beer. You did the same, looking around the room, trying to find a way to change the subject.

“I could do it,” he said quietly. 

You almost didn’t hear him.You paused for a moment, stomach in knots. 

“What do you mean?” You said warily, unsure if he meant what you think he meant.

“I mean—“ he seemed to be unsure if he should say it. “I could make you come with my mouth.”

You almost gasped at his words, immediately feeling a rush between your legs.

“Do you— do you want to?” You asked. 

You couldn’t tell if he was joking, but this wasn’t something Frankie would normally joke about. If this was Pope or Benny you’d punch their shoulder and tell them to fuck off. But this was Frankie. Your Frankie.

He swallowed thickly, his voice dropping an octave. “More than anything.”

You felt your thighs clench together, squirming in your seat. You really fucking wanted to take him up on the offer, but could your heart handle it? Could you hook up with your best friend and not fall more head over heels for him? 

After a long, pregnant pause you spoke, your voice coming out more breathy than usual.

“Okay.”

Frankie’s head snapped up to meet your gaze.

“Really?”

“Yes. Make me... make me come with your mouth.”

Frankie groaned, a low and deliriously sensual sound coming from deep within him. You felt another wave of arousal wash over you. You bit your lip in anticipation, feeling a little nervous.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Frankie said softly, setting his beer down, grabbing your empty and setting it next to his. 

He cradled your face delicately in his hand and kissed your forehead, your nose, then the corner of your mouth. You didn’t dare breathe, afraid this was all a dream you were about to wake up from.

He moved lower, crouching on the floor in front of the couch. His fingers found the button on your jeans and worked deftly to unbutton them. He ran his hands down to your thighs and then under, motioning for you to get up so he could pull your jeans down. You complied, biting your lip as he slowly peeled them down.

Once they were on the floor haphazardly tossed behind him, Frankie looked back and you and licked his lips. His eyes were glazed over, staring at the seam of your panties. 

You sucked in a breath. Your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest.

His hand found you there, pressing softly over your clit over the fabric. You made a soft noise in surprise. His thumb rubbed circles over it, finding a delicious rhythm. Your hips started gyrating on their own accord.

“Fuck,” Frankie mumbled under his breath in reverence. “You’re beautiful.”

You moaned in response. There was no way you could come up with any words in the moment. His fingers felt like heaven and he had barely touched you.

His pointer finger slipped under the fabric, seeking out your skin directly.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he breathed out in wonder. You keen in response, too turned on to feel self-conscious.

He removed his finger and sucked it into his mouth, groaning.

“And you taste fucking amazing.”

His fingers found the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs.

The hairs on his mustache and beard tickled the inside of your thighs and you found yourself spreading them apart further in anticipation.

Your mind was moving a mile a minute, not quite believing this was really happening.

Your breath hitched as his mouth found its way upwards, finally reaching its destination. Frankie parted his lips, licking a stripe upwards, landing on your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you swore under your breath. 

Frankie grinned in response and started moving his mouth in earnest. His tongue swirled around your clit, flicking over it every other beat. Your hips were grinding into his face and your breath was coming out in pants. His fingers parted your folds while his tongue flicked back and forth over you.

Frankie let out a long moan into your pussy, grabbing onto your ass with his free hand to push you further into his face.

A lock of his curls fell in front of his eyes and you found yourself carding your fingers through his hair to push it back. He closed his eyes at the sensation, letting out another moan.

His mouth and tongue struck a new, harsher rhythm, making your back arch. You pulled the neckline of your shirt down, taking the cup of your bra with it to rub at your nipple, seeking more friction.

Frankie looked up and found you arching your back towards him, thumb circling your exposed nipple and let out the loudest moan.

“Fuck, baby. Play with your tits, just like that. So fucking hot.”

He continued his ministrations, his nose adding a delicious press to your clit as his tongue licked into your pussy.

You felt a familiar sensation start to grow inside you, building with alarming speed.

“Frankie, don’t stop,” you panted out. “I’m gonna come.”

He growled into you in response, continuing to lap at you with abandon.

The wave broke and you cried out, babbling his name over and over again. Your legs were shaking with the strength of your orgasm. Frankie rode you through it, not letting up until your hand flew to his hair.

He looked up at you in a daze, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve before crawling his body up yours, capturing you in a scorching kiss.

Your hands were everywhere— in his hair, on the back of his neck, down towards his chest. You looked down, noticing the considerable bulge in his jeans. You wanted to find out how hot and hard he was more than anything.

His hands found yours, stilling your movements.

“Next time,” he said, his already deep voice sounding even huskier. “This was for you.”

You kissed him again, not quite over how impossibly soft his lips were, and how he tasted like you.

“See, I told you,” he said, huffing out a laugh. “Nothing wrong with you.”

You smiled bashfully, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Shut up and hand me my pants, Morales.”

[thegirlintheswivelchair]

Deep, Disastrous Love || H.H

Pairings: fwb!harry holland x crewmate!reader

Summary: You decided to amp up the meaning of a booty call and surprise Harry at the club. Little do you know, Harry’s struggling with how to deal with your fwb set up.

Wordcount: +3.2k

Warnings: SMUT (like so much of it y’all…it’s pwp), thigh riding, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!!!), super brief mention of alcohol, Angst (it gets angsty folks...sry), readers a tease and in complete denial, some swearing, and overuse of ellipses, aand I wanna say that’s it. (let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: Ok, so this turned into its own thing real quick. I meant for this to be a small little smut fic I could throw out there while I’m slowly making progress on everything else I’m writing! Jokes on me, this turned into its own monster and essentially I made pwp...lol I tried to do something here that I’m not entirely sure if it worked characterwise. So any feedback would be greatly appreciated! Ok, much love, and thanks for reading, liking, and reblogging!

MINORS DO NOT READ. +18 ONLY! THANK YOU!

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The moment the elevator doors shut, your chest began to tighten as a certain anticipation and fear worked its way around your lungs. Butterflies raged in your stomach, and you felt your heartbeat pick up. 

You had never done this before. You had never surprised Harry. Not at a club, a party, heck you’d never even surprised him at his own door. It had always been a texted booty call or a drunken shag after a night out. That was the way your relationship worked when you weren’t just hanging out as friends. 

This, however...This was new territory. This was you showing up uninvited, purposefully teasing him, and hoping he’d take the bait.

You turned towards the mirrors that surrounded you and looked yourself over. The makeup you’d chosen wasn’t exactly dramatic, but it was smokier and sexier than you usually wore it, and like any fantasy you’ve had about a night like tonight, you rocked a deep, delicious red on your lips. 

Your hands found their way to your dress as you smoothed it out over your figure, making sure everything was perfect. It’s black fabric clung to your body, accentuating the right curves while forgiving others. It was the type of dress that made you feel invincible, and tonight you needed that.

Seeing the numbers steadily tick up to the rooftop where the club was, you turned back towards the doors and took a deep steadying breath in just as the last chime rang. 

Showtime.

The vibrations from the music thrummed through your body as you made your way towards the bar. Your eyes were already scanning the place, looking for the mop of curly red hair you were so familiar with. You didn’t see him until you had gotten your drink--courtesy of a gentleman down the way--and were sipping on it.

Harry was surrounded by a few of his friends, drinking what looked like his usual beer, and sporting a white t-shirt and jeans. You noticed he’d cut his hair. It was shorter, much shorter, than the last time you saw him. His curls were still there, but away from his forehead, no longer loose and running into his eyes. It was a clean cut, and there was something about the new look that had you biting your lip just thinking about what you might do to him tonight, given the chance.

Having found him, you knocked back the rest of your drink and started making your way towards the part of the dance floor closest to Harry and his friends. 

Alcohol and your focus on giving a show kept the self conscious feelings of dancing alone away, and the more you got into the music, the better you felt and the freer you moved. 

It wasn’t long before you started attracting attention. You felt eyes on you, saw the looks some people were giving you, watched the calculations being made for how they would approach you. 

But there was only one pair of eyes that mattered to you. When they finally found your figure, it was like fire licked over your skin. Starting at your feet, gliding up your legs, and wrapping around your torso the flames followed where his eyes traveled. 

You saw out of the corner of your eye, his whole body turning towards you, his tongue darting out and licking his lips. A smirk played on the corner of his mouth as his expression darkened. You could tell he knew what you were up to, and the thought alone added fuel to the fire burning across your body.

Not wanting your game to end just yet, you made it seem like you hadn’t noticed. You turned away from him, still dancing, pretending to be lost in the music. Your hips swayed, and you moved to the rhythm until you felt a pair of warm hands slide across your waist and pull you against a firm chest.

The hands guided you to keep moving as a low murmur made its way to your ears, “Didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

You smirked and murmured back, “Thought I’d spice up the meaning of a booty call.”

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled, “Spice is right. Showing up here looking like this...” His voice trailed off as his hands slowly slid up and down your sides, and you felt the ghost of a kiss on your neck. The fire that followed his touch was beginning to pool at your core, and you wondered how long you could keep the act up.

“You like it?” you asked as you grind into him, your smirk growing when you heard him hiss. 

Like it? Was that even a question? Harry had seen you look sexy before, but it was never for him. Tonight though, you’d come here looking drop dead gorgeous, playing for his attention, and you ask if he likes it? If he said that didn’t make his heart do a somersault, he was lying through his teeth. Not that he would admit this to you. You were just playing a game...Thankfully, games he could do.

“Yeah, I do.” He said, his voice getting somehow lower than before.

He spun you around so your chests were together, and you looked into his eyes. Their usual warm brown was already darkening, and the glint you saw in them made your panties wet. “Why don’t we go somewhere I can show you how much I like it?”

A smile grew on your lips despite yourself, and you nodded, biting your lip to suppress the grin just a little bit.

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Harry barely had you through his hotel room door before he was pushing you against the wall. One hand was on the back of your neck, the other dead bolted the door as he crashed his lips into yours. His body pressed against you, your chests moving together as you breathed each other in. He smelled of beer and something musky that you’d always attributed to being him. The familiarity comforted you and sent your heart racing, but that might have been from Harry’s wandering hands.

“This is a new dress isn’t it?” he mumbled in between kisses.

You nodded, “I bought it just for tonight. Just for you to take off.”

Harry moaned at your answer. He wanted nothing more than to rip the dress off you, but he didn’t want the night to end that quickly, not when you were in his arms again, and certainly not when you looked like this.

“Such a naughty girl…” He murmured before his tongue licked along your bottom lip, asking you to open. You gladly let him in as he slotted his knee between your legs, pressing against your core. Sparks erupted in your belly as you melted into the feeling of him all over your body, your arms encircling his neck, one of your hands finding his hair, the other pulling him closer.

Lost in the moment, tongues exploring each other, you almost missed the way his thumb caressed your jaw in the heat of it all. The gentle touch shot to your core, and your hips involuntarily thrust against Harry’s thigh, a little whine coming from the back of your throat.

You felt Harry smirk into the next few kisses as he slid his thigh back and forth underneath you, making you whimper as he gave you the friction you wanted.

Both his hands dropped to your legs, traveling up and under your dress until they stopped at your ass, massaging and squeezing as his leg kept moving against you.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you grinding on his leg, his own cock hardening at the sight. Your head was thrown back against the wall, lipstick starting to smear over your swollen lips, and eyes closed as you felt the pleasure building in your stomach, “Fuck. Look at you in this dress, riding my leg, making a mess of it.” He said softly, licking his lips as he thought about tasting you. Oh god did he want to taste you. He wanted to fucking eat you, make you squirm and come all over his mouth.

He felt your legs starting to quiver, and he leaned forward, kissing and nipping his teeth up your neck until he reached your ear where his voice whispered, “You’re already close aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” You gasped, unable to say much else as the knot in your stomach tightened.

“Go on then, lemme see you fall apart on my thigh.” Harry said as he kissed along your jaw, his mouth swallowing your moans as he reconnected your lips  just as you came. 

Even as the pleasure flooded your system, you knew it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you needed more. 

“Harry,” you breathed into his lips, his hands beginning to roam your body again, finding the zipper on your dress and tugging.

“Mmm?” He hummed as his lips moved to your shoulder, sucking at the soft skin while his hands slid the dress straps off your shoulders. The dress pooled at your feet, and all that covered you now were Harry’s arms and the flimsy lace thong already ruined by the night's activities. 

“I want you,” You said. The ache was building in your cunt again as you tugged on the hem of his shirt, wanting to get rid of all his clothes so you could actually fuck.

“Needy tonight, huh?” He teased as he pulled away, letting you remove his shirt. He stopped you as you made to undo his pants, his hand covering yours. You looked up at him, your mouth forming a pout, but he only smirked in response saying, “Not yet.”

He led you backwards towards the bed until your legs hit the edge.

“Gonna give you the attention you asked for.” 

He said this casually, but the look in his dark eyes made your breath hitch. You had really only aimed for a good energetic fuck, but it seemed you might have sparked something deeper tonight. 

Harry told you to get on the bed, so you crawled up to its head and watched as Harry climbed after you, situating himself between your legs. His hands smoothed their way up your thighs, and found the band of your panties and pulled.

Once they were gone, Harry groaned at the sight of you. You were fucking divine, every part of you. He kissed the inside of your knee and slowly, methodically began kissing his way towards your center until he reached your throbbing core.

He kissed gently around your clit, frustrating you until you whined, “Harry, come on.”

“So impatient,” Harry chuckled, and you could feel his warm breath on your folds, hovering right where you needed him. 

You were about to whine again when you felt his tongue dash out, lapping at your clit. You jolted at the feeling, your hand immediately flying to his hair, wanting to secure him to the spot, make sure he wouldn’t stop. 

As if he could have stopped...Once Harry tasted you, there was no going back. He hummed with pleasure, and licked at your folds again. He licked from your entrance to your clit, tasting your sweetness on his tongue, and began to swirl his thick muscle around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, savoring every whimper and cry of his name he heard you utter as he ate you. 

It was embarrassing how quickly you were reaching your climax again having had barely any control with the first one. Something about the way he was moaning almost reverently, murmuring praises about how good you tasted, and how beautiful you were was sending you flying to your next orgasm.

“So close, Har,” You mumbled.

“I know.” Harry hummed into your core. He could feel you getting closer as you tightened your grip on his hair. It was almost painful how tightly you held him, but the pride of how fast you were rising and the sheer hotness of you chanting his name had him licking and sucking like he’d starve without you. It wasn’t long before you came all over his tongue and chin.

A proud smirk curled over Harry’s glistening lips when he finally let go of your clit. You watched him move up your body, never losing eye contact until he was hovering over you, licking his lips absently. You barely gave him time to wipe the come from his chin when you pulled him down into a searing kiss. He met your lips and matched the passion with which you were kissing him.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him in you. You wanted to feel every part of him inside you. You wanted his chest pressed against yours and your legs to be wrapped around his body as he ruined you for tomorrow. It was why you had come out tonight, and you were going to feel him, every inch, every vein.

Your hands made their way to his pants, and this time he let you pull them down. His cock sprang free, erect and already leaking, making you even more aware of how empty your pussy was. You immediately went to pump it, but Harry caught your hand before you could.

“‘M not gonna last at all if you do that.” He said breathlessly, removing his pants all the way.

“Then fuck me already,” You answered back with a quick but pointed kiss.

“Gladly,” He said, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he lined himself up with your entrance.

A deep moan came from both of you as Harry pushed in, barely slowing as he bottomed out. You breathed an ok, letting him know you were ready, and he started thrusting lightly into you, but you both needed more and the pace quickened.

The sounds of skin on skin filled the room as Harry slammed into you, his own panting and moans mixing with yours in an off-kilter duet.

“Fuck, Y/n/n, you feel so good.” Harry muttered into your neck.

You barely managed more than his name in answer before your words turned into a cry of pleasure when he shifted your leg just enough to find your g-spot, hitting it over and over and over again. 

All you could feel was Harry, all you could think about was Harry and the way he made you feel. It was all too much to process, and something you didn’t want to process as your high raced to its peak, so you let your pleasure drown it out, getting lost in each thrust of his cock.

Your hands pressed him closer as your nails dragged down his back, no doubt leaving a mark in their wake. That did nothing but drive Harry closer to his own edge, but he wasn’t sure what was sending him faster, the sex or the stupid complicated feelings that were beginning to course through his veins right now.

Having you this close, thinking about you coming here to see him, and the way you were saying his name...It all felt like a jumbled mess of thoughts, and he didn’t know why...No, he knew why, but he wasn’t gonna think about it…

He changed positions one more time, finding an even deeper route through your slick walls as he hammered into you. Both of you moaned in unison, and your walls fluttered around him--a telling sign you were reaching your climax. He was so close himself, the knot just waiting to snap. 

Harry leaned down and kissed your neck, before panting softly, “Come with me, Y/n.”

You hummed and nodded, too far gone to answer with words, and together white hot pleasure explode and rushed through your bodies. Your lips once again found each other as you rode out your orgasms.

When you were finally too sensitive to take anymore, you gently pushed Harry away. He stilled his movements, but didn’t immediately move away, hesitating. It was so tempting to just roll onto his side, taking you with him so you could continue cuddling, but he knew that’s not how this worked between the two of you. You teased each other, kissed, fucked, and left. Falling asleep was certainly a possibility, but you were always gone before he woke. Always making sure what happened in the night, stayed in the night.

Harry looked at your face, absolutely fucked out, with a soft smile playing on your lips as you lazily blink back up at him. He returned the smile, before sweetly kissing your cheek and carefully getting up to grab a warm washcloth.

The cool of the room engulfed you when his body left yours, making you cringe at both the loss of him and his warmth, but you were entirely too tired to care. Even when Harry was back, and you felt him gently cleaning you up, you were already half way asleep, thoughts of him moving in and out of your consciousness.

He was so good at making you feel good. He knew you like the back of his hand. How had you gotten so lucky? You weren’t sure, and frankly you didn’t want to question it. You weren’t going to complicate what you had when it was going so well. Clearly, your gamble had paid off tonight, but it meant nothing--Well not nothing. This was one of the hottest hookups you’d ever had with Harry. You smiled to yourself at the thought. You might just have to do something like this again if it got Harry this riled up.

When the bed to your right dipped down, and you heard the covers shuffle and slid over you, you instinctively turned towards his warm body, nuzzling into his chest and sighing with complete contentment ready to sleep a few hours before finding your way back to your own bed.

Surprised, Harry didn’t immediately wrap his arms around you. He wasn’t sure if he should, knowing full well they’d be empty again in the morning. 

But you won. You always did. If he was going to keep doing this with you, not knowing when he’d have you in his arms next, then he was going to take every chance he had to hold you close. Besides, you were still one of his best friends and a fellow crewman on set. He’d see you tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. An empty bed in the morning didn’t need to mean anything...

At least that’s what he kept telling himself when he felt you stir later that night and get up, giving him your habitual goodbye kiss on the cheek. And it’s what he told himself when he heard the sharp click of the hotel door closing, his hands automatically grabbing the other pillow to hug. And it’s what he told himself the next day when he saw you flirting with another guy on set while your eyes flicked to him and winked.

Yeah. He’d told himself it didn’t matter. So why couldn’t he stop himself from falling for you. Because he was, and it was turning into a deep, disastrous love.

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tagging some moots that might enjoy... (you can always let me know if you don’t wanna be tagged ☺️)

@harryhollandsgirlfriend @cocoamoonmalfoy @greenorangevioletgrass @violetlilysunshine @thsquad @hazofmyheart @hollandsmushroom

[a-n-conrad]

Showers (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

[Summary: You love Karl Heisenberg completely. And because of that, you are more than willing to put up with his quirks and flaws. However, you make sure to try everything in your bag of tricks to help him take care of himself a bit better and deal with his trauma. That means you have to come up with a plan to help distract him while he showers so that perhaps he can enjoy it a bit more. (They/Them pronouns)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), shower sex, oral sex (male receiving), swearing, depressed/traumatized Heisenberg, gender-neutral reader

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/D9rsJtkERoBPaKvv8)]

Karl Heisenberg wasn’t exactly the easiest person to be in love with. You both knew it. He got angry easily. He would lock himself in his workshop for hours at a time. He was overly protective often, and wouldn’t let you wander without him there to protect you. He forgot to pick up supplies much more frequently than you’d like. And he was terrible at taking care of himself. He didn’t make it easy for you to care for him, but that never stopped you.

Part of it was that you were truly, unbelievably in love with him. There was no way that was changing over some minor annoyances. But part of it was that you were fucking stubborn. Karl had a habit of pushing people away. You didn’t know if he even knew it, but he seemed to try and push away anyone that got too close. You didn’t know what it was or why he did it, but you knew it wasn’t good for either of you. So you were far too stubborn to let him push you away like that.

So you got into the habit of helping him with all of these issues. You knew exactly how to help him calm down when he was upset. You’d find ways and excuses to drag him out of the workshop to take a break. You made sure to reassure him that you were safe whenever you went out. And you always made sure to gently remind him when you needed supplies. But the biggest thing that you made sure to do was to help him remember to take care of himself.

You made meals for him often and would bring them down to his workshop so that he didn’t have an excuse to not eat. You’d bring him water and other drinks, occasionally bringing him a chamomile tea or something of the sort when he had been avoiding sleep. You’d tend to any cuts on his hands, and you’d give his hands massages after he’s been working for hours, to help him avoid getting cramps. Your biggest challenge, however, was to get him to shower.

Heisenberg hated showers. It wasn’t the idea of hygiene that was the issue. It was a mix of a lot of other things. He was tired most of the time when he came back to the living area, far too tired to convince himself to go shower. His body ached, and the water pressure in his factory was, well, aggressive. And while he would never admit it, Karl was incredibly self-conscious. He hated having to look at himself while he washed. Part of it was that he didn’t like the way he looked, but most of it was the scars. A lot of those scars he didn’t quite remember getting. But he knew where they were from. And the thoughts of the experiments that Miranda did on him haunted him every time he had to look at his scars.

So you had to find ways to make showering a little less painful for him. You just weren’t really sure how to do that. There were a few little tricks that you had tried. You had tried getting him soaps in smells that he loved and that made him feel confident. You tried rewarding him for taking care of himself with extra cuddles. You had even tried getting him to shower with most of the lights off so he wouldn’t have to see the scars. None of that really seemed to work. So you were on to your last resort. Distraction.

- - - - -

“I’m back,” Karl sighed as he dragged himself through the door to the living quarter. He had just run for supplies after a long day of working on his experiments. You could tell that he was exhausted. And you also knew, from the layer of sweat, grease, and dirt clinging to his body, that there was no way that he was going to feel better until he took a warm shower and washed himself off.

“I’m glad you made it safely,” You responded, knowing you needed to ease him into the idea of a shower, “How was the supply run? Anything eventful happen?”

“Not really,” He sighed, setting the bags down on the table in the kitchen, starting to unpack the food and things that he had bought, “The Duke made me go to the middle of the village. My guess is that he was hoping for some drama from the villagers acting weird around me, but most of them just steered clear. I have no issues with them right now as long as they don’t get in my way, so there wasn’t anything to entertain The Duke.”

“I wish he wouldn’t use you for entertainment like that,” You sighed in response, helping him put everything away, “You have enough to deal with. You shouldn’t have to deal with him treating you like a circus animal.”

“Yeah, well, I’m used to it. It’s better than being a lab rat,” He responded, the bitterness in his voice being clear. All you could really do to respond was to nod, a slight frown on your face as you thought about his childhood once again. It always made you angry to think about, but it wasn’t helpful for anyone for you to get upset.

The two of you continued to unpack the supplies in warm silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It rarely was when the two of you were together. It was just that neither of you had anything to say. You were just enjoying each other’s company, enjoying being near each other, without having to fill the air with mindless small talk. It was only after you had put everything away that you finally broke the silence.

“Why don’t we hop in the shower, and then we can relax a bit,” You suggested gently, “You’ve had a long week. We should take some time to relax.”

He looked a bit uncomfortable and unsure at the suggestion, but didn’t outright object. He just winced. He understood that he needed a shower, but the look on his face told you that it might take a bit more convincing.

“I’ll join you if you want,” You said, winking at him, “I could use a shower too, so perhaps we could make things a bit more fun.”

His eyes widened a bit at that, and you saw his thoughts get a bit conflicted. He still wasn’t excited about the idea of having to go shower, but he was never one to turn down sex. He was entirely enamored with you, he thought you were the most attractive person he had ever seen. You watched the debate happen behind his eyes, trying to decide if he hated showering more than he loved seeing you nude. Eventually the part of him that just wanted to touch you all the time won out, and you saw the debate end. And he nodded in agreement to your plan.

- - - - -

You got the showering running while he got himself undressed. You had figured out the temperature of water that both of you liked a while ago, so you managed to get it right much quicker than Karl could. You couldn’t do much to help with the insane water pressure, but getting it to a decent temperature made it a much nicer experience.

Karl hesitated at the edge of the water flow when you were both ready. Something about actually stepping into the shower was one of the hardest steps for him. Because of that, you made a point to help him with that. You grabbed his hand and guided him into the shower with you, pulling him a bit closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in for a quick kiss to distract him while he started to get used to the feeling of the water running down his body.

It took a few moments for him to adjust, but eventually you felt his muscles relax under your fingers as you ran your hands across his body. You took that as your cue to start getting him cleaned up. You started with his hair, which got greasy pretty quickly. You rubbed the shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. He seemed to relax even more, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair. The feeling seemed to be doing well enough to distract him.

You normally try to get in and out as quickly as you can when it comes to helping Karl shower, and usually that means forgoing things like conditioner. But this time, you had a feeling that you had the time. So as you finished with the shampoo and slowly washed it out of your hair, never stopping your massages in the process, you grabbed your conditioner from the shelf. Karl didn’t use your soap very often, but sometimes when he was feeling especially sad, he liked to. It made it so that even if you weren’t right next to him, he could smell you.

You massaged the conditioner in, taking extra care to note exactly what motions made him relax extra. You took the opportunity to detangle a few of the knots in his hair as well. Using your fingers to gently pull the knots apart. Before long, his hair was soft and detangled, and he had been fairly relaxed the whole time. He hadn’t said anything, still fairly on edge, but he was much less tense than usual.

It was once you had moved on to the body wash that you could feel the tension returning to his body, despite your effort to massage his tight muscles. His whole body tensed each time your fingers ran across a scar. You watched every muscle in his back turn hard as your hand ran across a large scar on his hip. You needed to find a way to help him relax, before the calm mood was ruined completely.

You ran your hands across his chest, turning him to face you and taking a break from washing him off. He looked at you, a bit confused as you did. You just smiled at him, a smile that you knew made his heart melt a bit. The kisses you left softly on his neck did wonders on distracting him as well. He seemed tough, rigid like the metal he worked with, but when you were soft with him, he melted in an instant. So you just had to be soft.

You continued your care, leaving soft, small kisses across his collar bone. His hands started to wander, grabbing at your body as his own started to relax a bit. You finally felt his shoulders relax as one of your hands began to wander as well, sliding from his chest to just above his belt line. One of his hands raised to your face, pulling you by the chin into a kiss. It wasn’t rough like his usually are, but it was passionate in the soft and loving way.

As he pulled you closer, careful not to make you slip on the wet flooring, you felt something poke your leg, his erection catching your attention clearly. You had implied something a bit more intimate to bait him into the shower, so perhaps it was time for you to make good on that promise.

He raised his eyebrows as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, sliding your hands down his chest as you did. You made sure to add a few kisses to his chest and stomach on the way down as well, your lips catching a slight taste of soap, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t ignore. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a small smirk finding its way onto your face as you started to slide your hands a bit lower, following the path of his hips to where his legs meet.

He was watching you intently, his mind far removed from the normal complaints of a shower. The only thing he was thinking about right now was you. He watched carefully as your hands moved to his cock, handling him gently at first. You gave him a few light pumps, getting a feel of just how aroused he was. The small drops of precum that appeared almost instantly were a pretty clear sign of just how much he wanted you. And you weren’t about to deny him what he wanted.

You started with a broad lick across the length of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head when you reached the tip. He groaned loudly, his hands finding their way to the back of your head in an instant. You took his tip into your mouth, still swirling your tongue around him. You could feel his impatience as his fingers started to dig into the back of your head as he tried to resist the urge to push your head down further.

Teasing was never something that he handled well, getting impatient quickly. He liked to take control, taking over completely if you teased him too much. Normally, you enjoyed it, but this was meant to distract him, meant to give him a chance to relax. So you yielded to his need, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth, making sure to maintain suction as you started to bob your head up and down.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” He groaned, pushing your head down just a bit more. You couldn’t help but savor the look of him, practically melting in your hands. His eyes were almost rolling back in his head as you took him all the way into your mouth, fighting your gag reflex as he reached your throat.

You moaned in response, the vibration making him groan again. The taste of his precum in the back of your throat was bitter and acidic, a sharp contrast to the clean smell of the soap clinging to his body. However, all you were truly thinking about at that moment was making him feel as good as you possibly could. You wanted to make him come undone completely in your mouth. And you were going to do just that.

You had to take a moment to breathe after a while, though, pulling him out of your mouth completely to do so. You looked divine, though. That was all Karl could think of as he watched you. The line of saliva trailing from your mouth to the tip of his cock, the look of your chest raising and falling harshly as you tried to catch your breath, the water clinging to your skin, all of it was perfect. You were perfect.

He almost lost it completely when you took him into your mouth again, the feeling of your tongue and the inside of your mouth wrapping around him was almost too much. You could feel it in the way his dick twitched in your mouth, and you hummed a bit to add a bit of extra sensation. He was getting close, so you would encourage him, edge him closer until he broke his resolve.

The hand on the back of your head was helping you along, setting a pace that he was enjoying as he pushed your head down the length of his cock. You made sure to keep the suction, and to continue to curl your tongue around him. He was cursing under his breath as you did, clearly losing his control. The shaking in his legs was another clear sign that he was reaching his finish. You were just enjoying turning him into putty in your hands. The sounds he made were music to your ears.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna- fuck,” He groaned out, giving you a bit of warning. You hummed in response, a sign that he had permission to spill himself into your mouth. And he did just that, the hot, sticky substance shooting straight into your throat and he held your head in place, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

Saliva and cum dripped out of the corners of your mouth as you pulled your head back, letting him fall from your mouth. The line your saliva formed, connecting your mouth to his cock was clear. It only broke when you closed your mouth again, swallowing deeply to clear your mouth out, but never breaking eye contact with Karl.

His pupils were still blown wide as he watched you catch your breath. He never took his eyes off of you. But his body was relaxed, the tension in his muscles had entirely dissolved, and instead of the normal far-off look in his eyes that he usually had when he was trying to stay calm, they were entirely focused on you. Your plan seemed to have worked.

“We should do this more often,” You said, an amused grin clear on your face.

“I agree,” He replied.

(A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I hope your guys enjoyed it. Don't forget, tips are welcome at Venmo: Al3x13l if you'd like to support me with my writing.)

[howdoyousleep3]

Mama K this is a weird request but i'm not doing the best right now & I need something to cheer me up & give me a bit of reassurance. My bf of 4 years just broke up with me & the reason he gave was basically that I got fat (he did too cause of pandemic stress but guess that part doesn't matter 🙄)

So... 👉👈 do any of your daddies like chubby girls? The girls with a belly & big thighs & butt & stretchmarks & big boobs? I'm feeling really self conscious & just need to know there are guys out there that find that stuff sexy, even if they're just your daddies.

I've been feeling extra down and shitty today and promised myself I'd maybe post a short story I've been working on, maybe answer an Ask, and then I'd log out for a few days but full stop this Ask must be answered.

Firstly, not a weird question don't you worry.

Secondly, fuck him. Maybe it's because I'm a chunky girl too and I've dealt with so many negative self-image thoughts, but fuck this boy. How dare he make you feel like everything you put into your longterm relationship was worth throwing away just because your body has gone through changes.

Thirdly, my Daddies love thicker women because who wouldn't? More to hold, more to love on, more to squeeze. A thicker lady's legs wrapped around Daddy's waist or his head? Heaven. The snuggles? Gah, the snuggle potential is so great. The Daddies would love to love on you and make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world.

It took me to this point in my life, nearing 30, for me to realize that I am beautiful and that I deserve the same attention and love that other people with other bodies do. There are people out there that find bellies and thighs and butts and stretch marks and big boobs sexy and we're manifesting it right now that you will get the positive attention you deserve.

Hold your head up high, my love. This breakup may be a difficult one to get through but you are gorgeous and no boy is about to make you feel any different. The Daddies lub you, I lub you, and we lub you. ❤️

[scarofthewind]

Slashers x Chubby!Reader || Lingerie (NSFW)

A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you are having a good Thanksgiving, if you don’t celebrate it then I hope you are having a good day! I am horrible, I know I need to get out the mini series as finish the Farm Life series for Ushijima as well as do a part 2 for the sad thing I posted the other day. 

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, chubby!reader, fem!reader, praise kink, authority kink

Characters: Thomas, Michael, Jason, Bo, Vincent, and Brahms

word count: 2.2k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt: 

★ You could tell by the way his shoulders sagged, that Thomas was having a rough day. He’d been busy all day ‘hunting’ and cleaning the mess he had down in the basement and at this point he could barely keep his eyes open.

★ So, being the good little lover you are, you waltz upstairs and prepare for a show. You take a nice hot shower and get yourself all cleaned up before slipping into the lingerie you had saved for a special occasion. 

★ Although, as soon as you put on the baby-doll flowing top and the string of underwear that had came with it, you frowned. The mirror in the corner of the bedroom stared right back at you as you grew more self conscious by the second. Would he even like this? I look terrible - I look like the Pillsbury dough boy. 

★ However, your negative thoughts were soon interrupted when Thomas stepped into the bedroom and froze at the sight of you. 

You chewed your lip nervously as you stood there facing him in all your glory; Thomas’ eyes darkened and you swore you heard a deep grumble from within his chest as he approached you slowly. “And what did I do to deserve this?” He asked with a grin, cupping your face in his hands. 

“You looked stressed so I wanted to make you feel better,” You replied, looking down slightly. “Do you like it? I don’t think it looks right-”

Thomas pressed a finger against your mouth and you closed it, reveling in the feeling of his hands traveling around your body. His large calloused fingers squeezed every bit of flesh they could find and Thomas almost blew a fuse seeing the small covering of underwear you had on under the sheer gown. “I think you look absolutely beautiful,” He said gently, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “The color looks good on you, but,” He trailed off, making your heart beat in anticipation. 

“As much as I would love to sit here and stare at you in this, I’d rather it be on the floor,” Thomas chuckled when you blushed, letting him drag you over to the bed and letting you sit down, his large frame towering in front of you. One hand gripped your chin and you craned your neck to look up at him, “Be a good girl for me and spread those pretty little legs.” You obliged.

Michael Myers:

★ It was your anniversary and you were determined to surprise your bastard of a lover before he returned from terrorizing the town. You made sure to pamper yourself, taking a long shower and relaxing in the tub, using the best perfume and lotions you had.

★ You even went as far as buying lingerie, which you examined on yourself in the bedroom. The straps on the legs were kind of tight but you shrugged and fixed pieces of your hair. 

★ The only thing that annoyed you was the belts around your thighs; they made them look so large, almost as if the belts were about to break. As you went to take them off, you heard the front door slam shut and you bolted to the bed, making yourself look as appealing as possible.

Holding your breath, you made to push your chest forward, exposing more of your breasts to the room and you waited for Michael to come bounding up the stairs. “You will not believe what-” Michael came into the room aggravated, but stopped as soon as he looked at you. He blinked a few times before a large smirk appeared on his face. “Is this my anniversary present from you?” He asked and you beamed in excitement and shock. 

“You remembered our anniversary?” You sat up a bit and his eyes followed the curve of your breasts. 

“Of course I remembered, your presents downstairs,” He replied, advancing towards you and groaning when you spread your legs for him to step between. “What the actual fuck, (Y/N)? Are you trying to kill me?” He growled seeing the small string of fabric that covered your pussy. 

“Do you like it?” You asked shyly and his eyes flew to yours as he grabbed your face in his hands. 

“I love it so much that I almost hate to take it off,” You giggled at his statement and his hands ran down your body, snapping the straps on your thighs, earning a whimper from you to which he grinned at. “We are keeping these on.” 

Jason Voorhees:

★ There was no particular reason as to why you stood in the doorway of your bedroom in nothing but lingerie you had covered with a bath robe. Your eyes wandered over Jason’s figure at the kitchen table, his back to you as he continued piecing together his mask that he’d accidentally broke.

★ You slipped the robe off, letting it fall to the ground before walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. 

★ You didn’t say anything, but the minute Jason’s hand traveled up your arm and to your shoulder in a loving manner, he shot up out of the chair and turned to you with a flustered expression. 

He had known from the second that his fingers couldn’t find any article of clothing that you were naked; he just wasn’t expecting the strapless lingerie you wore, framing your body so nicely. His eyes raked over your body a mile a minute, trying to take in all of what was standing in front of him. “Do you like it?” You asked meekly and blushed as Jason nodded his head quickly, moving you both to the couch, sitting you in his lap. 

His rough hands gripped the skin on your sides and you grimaced, knowing he’d probably hate the fat poking out beneath the top of the lingerie. However, Jason only nuzzled his face against your neck as a sign of assurance, his hands continuing to move all over your body. You couldn’t deny the feeling of arousal sweeping over you the more you were being felt up by him and you could already feel his cock hard beneath you. 

When his hands cupped your breasts you let out a soft moan and Jason’s eyes locked with yours, realizing that you had been waiting patiently for him to take you. He could cum from the thought alone of you dressed up for him like this; only for his eyes to see and his hands to touch. “Jason please,” You whined, letting out a small gasp when his hand traveled down to your aching cunt, his eyes widening when he realized you were wearing a thong. He groaned as he moved the fabric to the side, exposing your bare pussy to him. There was something about the small piece of clothing that turned him on; he kept those on you for the rest of the night. 

Bo Sinclair:

★ You could hear Bo torturing someone from across the street in the house you were in and by the sounds of pain coming from the female he had locked up, he was in a mood.

★ So you decided to cheer him up by sorting through your clothes and finding the nicest set of lingerie you had, slipping it on and preparing your trap. You called him on the phone as told him that there was something you had to show him immediately.

★ You watched him run across the street and you waited in the lounge chair by the window; you caught your reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room and you frowned, readjusting your position a few times and growing more and more self conscious by the second. 

Before you had time to change your mind about your plan, Bo flew through the door, making you jump a bit in your spot before his eyes met your figure and he let out a low whistle. “I thought you might need a break,” You smiled sheepishly and he raised an eyebrow at your statement, making his way towards you. “I know it’s a little small, when I bought it I was-”

“Shut your mouth,” Bo snapped at your words, knowing very well what you were trying to say. Resting his hands on the arm rests of the chair, he leaned above you, pressing his forehead against yours, “You look beautiful. I don’t want to hear another self degrading comment come out of that pretty little mouth, do I make myself clear?” He titled his head slightly as he examined your flushed face as you blushed in embarrassment. 

“Yes sir,” You replied and he hummed in approval, his eyes darkening as he pressed his lips to yours, his hands starting their journey in caressing your body. His lips moved along yours heatedly and you let out a gasp when his fingers dipped down between your legs; Bo let out a surprised sound and backed up, looking at your spread legs and smiling to himself at the sight before him. 

“Crotch-less panties? Aren’t you a naughty little girl,” He grinned ear to ear when you blushed deeper, a loud moan coming from your throat as he dove in.

Vincent Sinclair:

★ You don’t expect to get such a rise out of him when you walk into the room wearing a beautiful set of lingerie, covered by a satin robe. 

★ Vincent barely looks up from the book he’s reading, and when he does, you drop the robe and lean against the door frame. You grimace slightly when you feel your back crease, creating what some people call ‘rolls’. 

★ Vincent slams the book shut before making his way over towards you with a heavy look of desire in his eyes.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask,” He teased, pressing an open mouth kiss against your neck as he pressed you against the wall. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you let out a small moan from the feeling, his loose strands of hair that had fallen from it’s messy man bun, tickling your arm. 

“D-Do you like it?” You asked between moans as his hands cupped the swell of your ass, groping the flesh there like a cat kneading a blanket. You could feel his cock twitch against your stomach, his pants did nothing to hide it at this point. A shiver ran through you when he groaned against your neck, pulling back and resting his head against yours, looking you in the eyes. 

“I love it, you look breathtaking,” He cooed, moving some hair from your face, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. “I love you in everything, especially your birthday suit.” He grinned when you let out a small laugh from his statement. “Don’t let those negative thoughts ruin the moment; forget about all of them and just focus on us okay?” Vincent pressed another kiss to your lips, letting out a sigh of relief when you kissed him back in agreement.

Brahms Heelshire:

★ You fiddled nervously in the lingerie you had on, trying on different pieces to see what would look the best. You’d already been through half the drawer and you were sure Brahms would come looking for you if you didn’t hurry back soon.

★ Both of you had been working hard lately to keep the house in utmost perfection and you decided to make a nice dinner and spend quality time together as a break.

★ However, nothing looked appealing to you, especially not anything that didn’t cover your stomach or backside. Groaning in frustration, you bent down and rummaged through the drawer again, not noticing the man behind you. 

Brahms watched you with eager eyes, taking in your beautiful form before him and slowly coming up behind you. “I don’t like this.” His voice grumbled from behind you and you nearly jumped out of your skin, feeling his fingers trace along the thong you were wearing. As if not bothered by it, Brahms looked through the drawer and picked out a nice pair of lace panties and held them out to you. “Put these on.”

You stared at him for a moment before obliging, slipping out of the thong and putting the lace underwear on. As soon as you did, Brahms hummed to himself in approval. “You look quite ravishing, my love.” He cooed, his hands tracing over your exposed skin and his eyes watching your face as you blushed. “Have I ever told you why I prefer women with more on them than those twig women out there?” His hands traced along the underside of your breasts. 

“I don’t think you have,” You replied and he let out a noise of surprise before stepping closer to you so that there was barely and inch between your bodies and faces. 

“The more there is, the more I can claim,” His eyes gleamed as they stared down at you, your body trembling with arousal as his fingers dipped into the lace panties he’d chosen for you, the pads of his digits finding your clit and rubbing it gently. “You like it when I leave marks on you, isn’t that right pretty girl?” He smirked and you nodded. “Good, because tonight I’m going to remind you why you are perfect just the way you are.”

[seka1-k0k0ro]

movie night.

fushiguro megumi

summary: megumi and y/n have been dating for three months and they sneak in the middle of the night for a movie date.

part two!

genre: fluff + mild seasoning warnings: it gets a lil hot in here; fem reader

[lower case intended + not edited].

gojo, as usual, always has to make a big entrance. he was back from one of his 'business trips' when he alerted the students it was time for lunch. megumi made his way over to his girlfriend who was chatting with his classmate,

"hey, itadori, don't you got a finger to eat? scram." yuuji rolled his eyes and walked away. you nudged megumi's waist.

"really?" you looked at him expectantly.

"whatever, let's go. i'm hungry." you laughed as he laced his fingers with yours.

both of you made the way to the lunchroom and sat down together at a table. you had begun bringing lunches from the dorms instead of eating at school, and you, shortly after, begun bringing megumi a lunch. you two waited for the rest of the friends as you ate together.

"what is this?" megumi poked at his food.

"don't be picky, and eat it." he scoffed and took a bite. he was surprised at good it tasted despite it looking terrible. he consumed more at a faster pace which made you laugh. "do you like it?" you asked and megumi smirked.

"yeah, but it needs salt, so it's a no from me." he never meant to hurt your feelings, but he did want a reaction. you, however, knew his tricks and picked two packets of salt from the lunch bag.

"then make it salty." megumi scowled as he snatched the packets and drenched his food in it. he mumbled like always. his features always wore a relaxed, unbothered look.

he finished his main dish and looked over to you who was almost done. you returned his glances and broke out into laughter. megumi sat there confused. your hand reached out and wiped away a bit of sauce close to his lips. a barely visible blush appeared on his face as he felt her soft hands linger around his mouth.

"you're such a messy eater, 'gumi." megumi's blush was now noticeable but only later inflamed as you licked the sauce off of your finger—your tongue poking through your lips. your eyes never left his. his hands were clammier than ever and his mouth was dry. he averted his eyes while he tried to calm his acrobatic stomach.

for the past week, sensual gestures had become a persistent occurrence. your touch would linger and your desires seemed to be growing wilder. megumi thought it was all in his head, so he didn't think much when you invited him for a 2am movie night.

-~-

he made sure he heard no noise around when he carefully made his way to your dorm. he knocked on your door softly and you greeted him with a hug. you let megumi inside the dimly lit room. he took this chance to see what you were wearing, and his body tingled at the sight. you were wearing one of his t-shirts. that's it. he felt his underwear tighten underneath his sweats as he tried to focus on something else.

"i'm popping popcorn, so you can go pick a movie." he nodded and used the remote to pick a movie on the tv. he took a sip of water, and megumi looked over to you trying to reach something on the shelf. the shirt you wore rode up exposing the underwear hiding underneath, and he choked. he coughed loudly and you quickly went to him—using a blanket to muffle his coughs. "learn how to drink water properly or we'll get caught." megumi's eyebrows furrowed, and he whisper yelled raspily,

"well maybe if you'd put pants on then we'd be fine!" you laughed. you both noticed the position. megumi was laying back on the headboard and you were leaning against his shoulders. you brought your arms around his neck and played with hairs at the back of his head.

"awe, do i distract you?" you used a hand to pinch his cheek, "how cute." he looked at you dumbfoundedly at the new boldness. you handed the popcorn into megumi's chest, breaking his trance. he was mumbling complaints under his breath; his normally nonchalant features gracing his face again. he set the bowl on the other side of him as you sat on his lap. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you cuddled up in his arms. the covers were wrapped around each other, and the movie began; a small smile present on megumi's face.

an unexpected jump scare flashed the screen and you flinched. your skin crawled, and you felt uncomfortable. you began to squirm and move around slightly. megumi stiffened. the movement close to his lower region reminded him of your current apparel, and how little it was.

your relationship with megumi has only been ongoing for three months, and you two have only shared hugs, cuddles, and short goodbye/goodnight kisses. never have you two gone far, and he was fine with it. he wanted to be patient and not rush you. could all of your gestures be eluding to wanting more than the minimum?

another jumpscare made you flinch harder than before making you slightly bounce on his lap. megumi bit his lip trying to compose himself.

"tch—y/n, stop moving so much, and pay attention." you smiled sheepishly and stopped. after about five minutes you began to move around again. you continued to squirm more noticeably than before, and your movements were harsher and deeper. megumi was just about to lose it. his breathing shallowed and his mouth was dry no matter how much water he drank. the screen flashed again scaring you, and your hips dug the deepest they had into his lap.

megumi let out a breathy moan as he gripped your thighs to hold you down. the butterflies did flips and you turned around in shock. megumi's hand flew up to his mouth.

"did you just-"megumi interrupted you.

"shut up! it was your fault. you wouldn't stop fucking moving." you smirked. "what you looking at huh?" megumi flushed, and you rested your arms around his shoulders while your hands explore his soft black hair.

you teasingly grind your hips against his unexpectedly, and megumi choked out a gasp. megumi's pants tightened more, and he was breathing heavier than before. you leaned in to steal a long kiss. megumi returned it as he massaged your thighs making you hum against him. megumi broke away for air.

"we're gonna miss the movie," he grumbled as he's never gone this far with you or anyone. he was in uncharted territory. he didn't know what to do besides stop or continue. you kissed along his jaw as he tensed at the presence.

"the movie can wait." you brought your lips back to his. he couldn't help but kiss back, and he kissed roughly. his hands were shaking as he brought them to your bottom, squeezing harshly. you sighed and he slipped his tongue in. you kissed for a while more until breaking away for air, both panting.

"holy shit, princess." megumi said breathlessly. he leaned in again kissing against your jaw, trailing down to your collarbone. you moved your hips again and megumi groaned against your skin. you gasped as he found your sweet spot, biting down harshly.

"i love you, megumi," you said as your head tilted back slightly giving him more room. he froze. the four words startling him as they were never spoken before. he pulled away.

with the lamp and the tv in the background being the only source of light, your breathless face looked ethereal. your cheeks were tinted warm, and your mouth was slightly ajar. your hands rested against his chest, and he felt his own cheeks grow hot. you grew self-conscious. "did i say something wrong?" you bit your lip and fiddled with her hands as you looked down.

"i love you too." your head shot up, eyes wide, and mumbled,

"took you long enough." he smiled as he admired you. he brought his hand up to your cheek and led you to close the distance. megumi's hand rested at your hip while the other was at your jaw. the kisses continued.

you nudged megumi's hand that sat at your waist up to cup your breast. megumi smiled into the kiss, smug, and fondled your tits. you moaned his name against his lips as your kisses grew hotter and deeper. he pulled away.

"maybe we should stop here before we start something we can't stop, hmm?" you hummed.

"you're right, but only if you sleep here tonight." megumi nodded as he helped you tidy up before bed. you've slept in the same bed before, aplenty, so it was nothing new.

you laid together, and megumi smiled, "what was that today, huh?" your cheeks heat as you dug your head into his chest.

"shut up." megumi chuckled as he kissed your forehead.

"goodnight princess."

"goodnight megumi."

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this was almost completely self-indulgent but anyways hope you enjoyed :3