#take a shot everytime i use the word 'laugh' or 'laughter'

[valentine-writes]

hii!! i was wondering if you could write headcanons for like the main four spider-kids (miles, gwen, pavitr and hobie) with a reader who like smacks people when they laugh really hard? preferably w/ a reader thats a spider-person but its up to you! :3

aggressive affection!

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, dude used once in a gender neutral way, mentions of bruising and minor injuries (but nothing crazy), spider-person reader, reader forgetting that being a spider-person makes them stronger,,, um. (°ー°〃) oops!!! 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, miles morales, and pavitr prabhakar

author's note: YES I CAN YES I CAN!! this prompt iz so funny AUWWUDH I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE!!! つ﹏⊂ also super excited 2 get to write more of them becuz AWUDGWAAHWGHWAGUAGH I LOVE THESE CHARACTERZ SMM,,, also excuse me if there's more repetition or typos than usual,,, im eepy ( つ᷄ ‸･ )

GWEN STACY headcanons

▸ the first one to fall victim to your little habit. she doesn't mind in the slightest, mainly because she's generally pretty welcome to friendly touches- even if it is slightly more aggressive than she had expected. frankly, you could've literally bitten her and she probably would've reacted the same.

she's a little awkward about it at first, pausing mid laughter as you deliver playful hits to her shoulder and bicep. she playfully shoves you away at first, like, "haha– what– what are you doing–" but quickly warms up to it

▸ here's the thing though. she 100% will do it back. if you're both joking around and losing it over something, you end up hitting each other through laughter. and it'll INTENSIFY. at some points, everyone's wondering if you two are actually beefing or not ur not. itz the way u show affection 2 one another,,, in the strangest manner

when you're assigned on missions with her, you usually end up chatting– and then you find something hilarious to giggle abt and everything goes off the rails

y'all will return to HQ bruised asf like "nah man the anomaly didn't even touch us."

jessica and miguel DEF pick up the fact y'all goof off and beat each other up before even locating the anomaly HWJEJNDNE

unfortunately– gwen is slowly paired less with you on missions becuz of this. they can't have you distracting one another a girl can never have fun fr </3

nothing that some good behaviour can't fix! just try not to give each other a complete smackdown while on duty and you'll be paired together again in no time! hopefully...

▸ both you and gwen forget that being spider-people involves super strength. and though you're both used to taking a blow or two, it stands plain and obvious that the two of you can get carried away. gwen especially. she's just a little rough sometimes– not like she means to be.

sometimes, the dull ache from the bruises she left leave you wondering if you're both a little too funny for your own good. at least she makes sure to take care of it and hold back,, when she can.

when it's your turn to get carried away, she sees your eyes widen as you splutter a million apologies to her. but every time you deliver one hit too hard, she insists it never hurts much as you think.

"dude, it's okay. you can chill out." gwen reassures. "besides, i'm built tougher than that."

she flashes a grin at you, and it's almost convincing. like she didn't even feel a thing. you know better though– gwen definitely has days where she's more sore than she'd like to be because of you. not like she'd ever admit. she likes the random play fights between the two of you.

though, you will admit that the amount of trips to the infirmary in search of ice packs is getting just the teeniest bit absurd. people are starting to ask questions at HQ-- which is fine. the frozen bag of peas gwen offers to you for your injuries works just as good as any ice pack ...it's been sitting in the bottom of her freezer for God Knows How Long but you don't need to know that

HOBIE BROWN headcanons:

▸ you see how this guy interacts with people???

hobie's used to friendly touches, and initiates physical contact without overthinking it. that little shoulder shake he does w/ miles makes me smile everytime i heart hobie. ALSO AAUWHEHWH LEBRON AND DWAYNE'S HANDSHAKE BEING HOBIE'S AND PAV'S?? I ADORE.

you really think something as little as a few friendly punches and hits bothers hobie "forehead-kissing-the-homies-goodnight" brown??? /lh + /hj but man platonic physical affection hobie. like. hear me on this one.

▸ he's 100% cool with it– actually initiated it before you did. nothing crazy, a light smack on your back or arm as he laughed with

eventually, while joking around with you, realized you had the same habit

you end up hitting each other quite a bit– but he's not as accidentally aggressive as gwen is. laughing with hobie won't get you hospitalized, he's cognizant enough with his strength to know how much to hold back.

▸ then again, there are times where you get carried away. hobie's quick to shake it off, not feeling the effect of the hit until later– if you notice and apologize, he'll just shake his head and shrug

"nah, nah– it's fine." he insists, chuckling a bit as he rubs the spot where you smacked him. "there's been worse."

and yes, objectively, you know that's true– but you both fight villains in your everyday life. of course there's going to be worse than just a hit too hard. he won't accept an ice pack– but will joke that you could just kiss it better instead

that earns a groan from you, smacking him again in the arm for good measure as he snickers

MILES MORALES headcanons:

▸ doesn't hate it!! not against it!!! find it surprising at first. he didn't expect a playful punch to his arm in response to his little joke, but watching as you giggled uncontrollably, hitting him lightly– he decided that he didn't mind too much

he knows you don't mean any harm, so it's cool with him! he's rolling with the punches literally every time you two are losing it

▸ if you land a smack on him that ends up being a little too hard, he'll definitely try to play it off awkwardly, rubbing it and nervously laughing when you ask if he's okay

"oh sh–" you promptly stop, your smile fading as concern floods your face. he winced slightly at your last hit and it was much to obvious to ignore. "you good, miles? i am so sorry–"

"me? yeah, yeah– it's cool!" he replies dismissively, giving you the lightest punch back. miles laughs nervously at your completely unconvinced expression.

"bro. cmon. be real."

"that? hah– nahh. barely felt it." spoilers!!! he felt it

you keep it in mind to dial it back a bit when with miles, because he barely hits back and hates admitting when it actually hurts.

you'll get an occasional "ow–" with a little chuckle, but he refuses to acknowledge that you might be a bit too rough. he jus doesn't wanna hurt feelings man :(

you're his friend who gets a little too carried away sometimes– and that's fine!!! besides, he can't let gwen and hobie have all the fun.

"you holding back on me?" he asks you, noticing your hits have gotten weaker.

"what's it to you?"

"i can handle it. 's fine!! really!" miles says. there's a beat of silence as you stare at him incredulously.

"and you didn't bruise last time?." you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"yeah."

"...say swear."

miles raises his hands, sighing. "ok, look–" HE WANTZ 2 ROUGHHOUSE W/ HIS FRIEND TOO OK (*ﾉε｀*) besides. u and gwen and hobie seem to have so much fun w/ it,,

▸ because of his stubbornness, you oblige, pulling your punches just a little less when having a little laughing fit with him.

as a result, miles develops a habit deflecting your hits while absolutely losing it. gently shoving your hands away as you smack him, both of you doubling over laughter

miles will say sumn he knows you'll find a lil too funny and just,,, *cue continuous hitting and blocking as he predicts literally Every Movement you make* he's literally learned to parry becuz of u HAJWBDKDNEN

PAVITR PRABHAKAR headcanons:

▸ the type to pretend to beat up his friends while making punching noises when he's bored

he's just lightly tapping u with his knuckles going "pow– pow pow– bam–" under his breath HANWJENDN IM SORRY I FIND THIS FUNNY. i also. do this. (｡･･｡).

and ur like "...uh. ok."

he's def not opposed to it!! when he has the energy, he's all for it!!! pavitr's playfully hitting, shoving you away, gasping for air as the two of you giggle over something that's only really funny to the two of you.

he's pretty energetic most of the time, and it manifests as you "brawl" with each other as you laugh over some stupid joke.

▸ when you hit him a little too hard, most of the time, he doesn't even notice until the aftermath manifests as a bruise or two on his arms– but even then he doesn't care.

however,,, there are occasions where he initiates it, laughing and smacking you– and when you're laughing with him, raising your hand to hit back, he'll gasp dramatically, recoil instantly and get all dramatic about it i'm projecting all the things i do onto pav i bet u cant tell /sarc

pav the minute you decide to try and get him back– bar for bar, word for word:

he's just a little guy,, a little guyy,,, nooo,,, itz also his birthday,, he's a little birthday boy– HWJWBDN SORRY THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS

this is a bit that he drags on FOREVERRR like itz the funniest thing in the world

▸ ALL of his hits are a little too hard. he does the fake beat up thing a lot but when you two are roughhousing, you're the one reminding him to chill out through stifled laughs

he'll immediately soften the blows quickly at your request, knowing it's probably best for you to remain as uninjured as possible when not doing mission. can't have your shit rocked before you even face a villain!!! his hits end up somewhere between hobie's and gwen's– an almost perfect middle (*´꒳`*)

almost.

occasionally, he'll literally just... take the hits. not like miles where he's deflecting. he's jus standing there laughing while you smack him. which is a concerning sight for anyone who isn't used to your antics!!!

this happened in hq once and peter b, who happened to be walking by, lowkey thought you were straight up attacking pav

upon hearing the two of you giggling though, he figured that he wasn't witnessing an act of violence and didn't have to step in

[babiebom]

I'm happy to see a new writers blog (^з^)-☆Chu!!

Is it ok if I request Stardew Valleys favorite adhd golden retriever Sam protecting y/n from some Dudes at the Saloon who make her feel uncomfortable (no matter if platonic or romantic) or just him teaching them how to play the guitar :)

A/N: oooh my first request on this account! Thank you for taking the time to request this from me:) i’ll be doing both requests so check back sometime to see if I did! I tried to do this as ambiguously as I could(gender neutral reader, can be read as romantic or platonic)

Tw: catcalling, harassment,cursing, threat of violence

Word count:1.3k

Laughter and shouts filled the Saloon as they usually did on Friday night’s. Your eyes raked over everyone’s form in amusement as you waited for Emily to return with your and Sam’s drinks. Pam was swaying in her seat as usual, chatting up some stranger who had wandered into Pelican Town the previous day. His face was still, a smile frozen on his lips as he listened to her flirt with him loudly, though no one else in the Saloon paid her any attention. His friends laughed behind him and hollered everytime Pam had said something that was slightly dirty. Rolling your eyes in amusement at the sight you sigh and watch someone else to pass the time.

“I am so sorry!” Emily looked slightly sweaty as she set the drinks down a little too harshly. You shrugged and took hold of them, gripping them tightly to counteract the spilled liquid making them slippery. 

“No big deal.”

“Those guys over there,” she justs her chin in their direction, something close to a glimmer of annoyance in her eyes, “they’ve been keeping me busy all night.” It was the first time you’d seen her be anything close to upset.

“It’s cool…hey did they say anything about where they’re from, or why they’re here?”

“They came here from Zuzu City, something about a road trip…” she sighs and shakes her head as one of the strangers calls her over again. Raising your eyebrows you take the drinks from the bar and head over to the game room. From the looks of it, Sam had lost to Sebastian (again), and was now sitting sulking on one of the couches while Abigail replaced him in playing. Handing him his drink, you sit down next to him, sipping on yours, content with how your life had turned out. 

“You did not!” Abigail exclaims,smacking the pool table while Sebastian shrugs, a smirk on his face, you weren’t really paying attention to what had happened, but already knew that he was winning. 

“I don’t know why you challenged him, Abby,” you laughed out, “he beats all of us every time!” 

“One of these days…”she frowns, lining up her next shot. 

As soon as she goes to hit the ball, a loud yell startles all of you, the sound coming from a place that was way too close to your little bubble. Turning your head to spot who yelled, you’re taken aback by the sight of the guy who was talking to Pam earlier, having abandoned his group of friends in favor of bothering your group, leaning against the doorway to the game room. While it wasn’t illegal or not allowed, you felt annoyed that he had decided to come in and disrupt the vibes you were coasting on. 

“Aw, fuck!” Abigail stomped her foot, after having missed the shot due to the guys’ disruption. The drunken man let out a low whistle, eyes raking over Abigail’s form. She frowned at him, and turned back to the game, ignoring his presence. Sebastian had already taken to continuing to play the game. Silently you decided to do the same, focusing your eyes on the pool table in front of you, uncomfortable. 

“Say, girl, you got a man?” The man called out to Abigail who promptly turned to glare at him, she clutched the cue stick so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. For a second you thought she was going to swing at him with it.

“Say, man, do you wanna keep your balls?”

You snorted at her words, the man putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay…what about you, sweet thang?” He turns to you

You stare at him in shock at how he turned so quickly from hitting on her to hitting on you, and while you did not have as quick of comebacks as Abigail, you still wanted to deter him from speaking to you again. “Same as she said,'' you jut your chin at Abigail and take a sip of your drink, “not interested”.

“Come on, you sure?” he moves closer to you, so in turn you scoot closer to Sam almost sitting on top of him. “Looks like your little boyfriend there wouldn’t treat you right…not like I could.” His drunken slurring made you cringe, and his attempt at chatting you up just seemed sad as he stumbled forward. Still, you weren’t one to be mean, you wouldn’t have gotten to where you are by being mean, and so you attempt to discourage him again, only to be ignored. 

“They said they aren’t interested,” Sam’s voice makes you jolt, “so that means go away…y'know...fuck off.”

Surprised at his words, you turn in your seat to gawk at him. He wasn’t the type to curse. Sure he said ‘shit’ or ‘hell’ sometimes, but other things were rarely heard from him. “What? Did I hurt your feelings dude?” The man speaks again, now his attention now focused on Sam instead of you. “Say, we could even let you watch as I-”

Sam stands, and you follow behind him, not really wanting him to resort to violence, but at the same time wanting the man to get decked one good time. The man chuckles and looks over Sam’s shoulder to peer at you, “change your mind, doll?” you scoff and ignore him, focused on whatever moves Sam was going to make. 

Sebastian and Abigail watched silently from the pool table, neither making any moves to either stop or help Sam, which only made you think that either he wasn’t going to do anything, or that they thought he wouldn’t need help in kicking this guy’s ass. Sam takes a deep breath and walks past the guy.

“See, he wasn’t going to do anythi-” the man is yanked backwards in the middle of speaking, and in shock you follow Sam who was now dragging the man out of the game room and across the saloon. 

The drunken man struggled to regain his footing, knocking over stools as they passed them, yelling out protests and profanities the longer that Sam dragged him by his shirt. You stifled a laugh as you trailed behind them. The rest of the saloon died down, everyone’s eyes moving over to Sam and the guy, and by extension you as you three made your way up to the group of strangers who were still sitting and laughing by the bar. 

Sam pats one of them on the shoulder, waiting until he turns around to drop the drunken man’s shirt, parking him next to the guy. “You lost this.”

Now you laugh, it’s choked out and out of surprise, and it gains the attention of the guy and his friends plus the rest of the town who were trying to not be nosy. You put your hands on your knees, and Sam leads you back to the game room, both of you plopping down on the sofa, your group returning to your activities. Turning to look at Sam, you snort again. He still looked very pissed, and was now gulping the rest of his drink. You can hear the group of guys loudly chastising their friend.

“You lost this?” you repeat back to him, amused and thankful for his help. He shrugs and puts his drink down, his face morphing from angry to embarrassed.

“I didn’t know what else to say!” he whines and leans against you. 

“Honestly, I’m surprised Sam,” Sebastian starts, hitting a ball, “I thought you were going to kick that guy’s ass for a minute.” Both you and Abigail snort, causing Sam to move deeper into the couch, face now red.

 For a moment you sit there, taking in the vibes and the air around you. Times like these were few and far in between, but God did it make you appreciate living in a small town like this one.

[0oolookitsme]

The Most Handsome Man

Type- One-Shot! (First one of model!h so yay!)

Verse- Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!Y/n

Word Count- 2.02k

Warnings- Smut... and oh, this is not proofread. Heheh

A/N- I'm so sorry (or am I?) for not completing the last scene lmaoo

Silence fell after all the cheering for Harry's 'iconic model walk' at the 2023 Versace Spring collection for men. He had been wearing a pink shirt, fully unbuttoned with nothing on under it, and a pair of sheer white pants on his bottom half. Everyone had raved about how no one, no one but Harry, could pull off that outfit and steal the whole show.

The one clip of him taking a turn to the left of the runway and winking at the camera filming him from a lower level with his infamous lopsided grin had everyone drooling on the floor. It was reposted again and again on all of the social media apps, quickly becoming viral all over the internet.

"Well, Y/n. Enough about Harry, it's been more than 15 minutes talking about him, it's your turn now." Graham said, narrowing his eyes when Y/n mouthed 'Oh no'.

"How do you feel about Harry walking for another brand, wearing clothes designed by another designer?" he asked, leaning on the arm of his couch as if ready for a statement that he could use to spice up the interview.

"He really pulled it off damn well, obviously. The show was marvellous, the clothes absolutely stunning and the models killed it!" Y/n replied, realizing how disappointing that must have been for the media. "And, Harry hasn't like ...signed up a contract to walk only for Gucci and wear clothes designed only by me, you know? Like whatever he does, he absolutely puts his best into it, so it doesn't really matter who he is walking for until he decides to perform partiality and walk like a god for one show and bad for another" she finished, joining everyone else with the laughter.

She glanced at Harry once, just for some validation for what she said and immediately released the tension from her shoulders the moment he passed her that damn smile.

Graham passed her a 'well done' smile, sighing and letting out a "Hmm, nice."

He shuffled the question cards in his hands and almost in no time his head shot up with his brows raised so high that Harry and Y/n just knew that whatever was coming couldn't be so nice for them. It was, no doubt, everytime a question the answer to which could get them dragged if they were to answer it wrong

"I totally forgot about this!" He shrieked, chuckling a little what seemed like evilly. "Y/n," he dragged her name, looking at her with a playful expression that made the crowd laugh again.

She couldn't help but quickly go over everything that he could've found out about in her brain. With a straight posture, she let out a tense chuckle, adding to the humour unintentionally.

"Harry, here, is a well know good-looking young man, everyone knows that. But this week, he has been named the most handsome man! His face almost corresponds with the ancient geek measurement for perfect beauty and proportion. It's called the golden triangle, you see," Graham went off, not really showing where he is going with this.

Clearing his throat, he continued. "So tell me, y/n, what is it like to be dating the most handsome man in the world?" He asked and the crowd roared with hoots, cheers, and laughter.

Oh, it wasn’t as hard of a question as they were expecting.

Harry hid his face behind his hands, pretending to be blushing hard while kicking his feet.

"Umm... it's definitely hard because he's a narcissist. And, now it's pretty safe to say I'll forever hate you for telling him this and blowing his ego off the roof," looking at Harry she grinned. "But it's nice too, he's a lovely fella," she added, nodding along with Graham.

"Leave her, Harry. She doesn't understand how extraordinary you are!"

"Oh yeah, but Graham totally does! If you take any advice from me, H, let it be this one- choose Graham," Y/n said in a faux serious tone, patting Hary's knee while looking towards the crowd, breaking out laughing when Graham too pretended to blush.

"Oh stop it, you. We know you had him at 'H'," he waved her off, looking at Harry who had his hand over his heart.

"Okay everyone, this interview has been going on for more than 30 minutes now," Graham panicked looking at his watch. "Please say a huge thanks to my guests tonight, Mr. Harry Styles and Ms. Y/n Y/ln!"

"Now what should they say, Harry?"

"They should subscribe to this channel."

"There you go, thank you."

The crowd cheered for them as they bid their goodbyes and left the stage. At the back, both hugged Graham, everyone in a hurry due to the unexpected delay. "I just can't keep up with time around you two," he said, laughing as he hurried somewhere else.

Y/n knew something was off when Harry didn't act much about being the most handsome man as they were being escorted out of the building to their car. Then, on the way, sleep overtook her. Not being a morning person and having to wake up at 5 in the morning over that was not something she could cover up with caffeine.

It was when they were nearing their home that she woke up. Something stopped her from raising her hand, turning to see she felt something heavy on her preventing her from moving even.

Just tilting her head, she smiled at the sight. Harry had intertwined their hands as his body had fallen onto hers, his head on her shoulders with his lips parted.

Thinking about all the stuff she had to do, she forgot about his tiredness. With all the shows he had done the past week, and then having to proceed with a meeting every single day and even online interviews, he hadn't even had the time to relax other than just straight up passing out the moment his head would hit the pillow.

He looked so calm that she didn't wanna wake him but the car turned in the driveway and she raised her other hand to tap his cheek. "Wake up, darling," she spoke slowly, lingering her finger near his open mouth to wake him faster.

It made her laugh, how he smacked her finger away before blinking his eyes open. "Hello there," she greeted him, feeling a lot better after her nap.

But he grunted in return, slumping down further on her.

"We are home, H. C'mon, you can go back to sleep once we're in," she said as she opened her door and dragged him along with her.

Quickly, she appreciated the driver, wishing him a good night as Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, walking towards the door slowly. "I really want to have a drink, my head hurts like it's been hit so hard," he mumbled as Y/n caught with him with her heels in her hands.

"It was probably hit hard when you were a child, considering you are pretty dumb now," she laughed, making a face at him when he clicked her on the head.

After some fumbling for the keys and failing more than thrice because Harry wouldn't stop pressing small pecks of kisses here and there on the skin that was exposed and near to him, Y/n finally pushed the door open and pretended to bang Harry on the head.

"Dear God! You will accidentally kill me someday!" He claimed, laughing when she almost wheezed while clutching her stomach. "We haven't even had a drink and you already seem drunk," he mumbled as he took off his shoes.

He walked on behind her while taking off his suit, swinging it over his arm as she was already onto pouring their drinks. She didn't need to ask what he wanted, it was always the same. Whiskey. And he knew what she'd take- white wine, no questions asked.

It was fitted in her system, that white wine freshened her up. No one knows where that came from, it just does.

Y/n passed him his glass, filled with some ice and his drink, and came to stand just opposite him with her arms on the countertop, just like his. "Cheers," she mumbled and took her first sip.

It wasn't long before they both finished their drinks and went to pour some more, sharing a guilty glance.

One drink turned into another and the distance between them began to decrease enough to make them buzz with some sort of excitement. Then the slurs turned into their mouths moving in sync as one pushed another's clothes off.

Her hair curtained their faces from one side as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. He climbed the stairs knowing there was a hundred percent chance they could topple over just because of the force they were enforcing on each other. His hands hungrily moved on her body and her hands tangled their fingers in his locks.

Turning on his heels to push open the bedroom door by his back, his feet carried them straight to the bed. Their mouths parted then, her chest heaving quickly as she lay on the bed, seemingly not sensing the importance of breathing while going for the side of his neck.

But Harry rose up just as her lips settled on his skin, chuckling sweetly at her confusion and look of helplessness.

He dropped down on his knees, on the cold hard ground.

Looking up at her as if she were a goddess, he cupped her knees and pushed them farther away from each other. The slight hint of her smell alone snatched his focused gaze from her confirming eyes, to where her drenched panties covered her center. 

Pupils darkening with each passing second, Harry placed his hand on her lower tummy, pushing down so that her hips slip, and her throbbing core grows nearer to him. "So fuckin' wet," he said in a voice so soft, and yet it sounded like a taunt.

A lopsided grin stretched out on his lips and carved out one of his dimples as raised his head up once more to take in her expression. Her eyes showered him in praise and begged him to go on, but her breath just hitched. He could tell she hadn't yet started breathing again as his cold hand started crawling up her knee, slipping up higher and closer with each drag of his palm.

His hungry fingers tapped and walked on her skin like a smooth metal ball bouncing up and down her body after slipping down from one's hand. Just as he hooked his finger on her panties elastic line, her thumb hooked itself on the other side and started pushing the thin clothing down. "Ow!" She exclaimed in a voice lower than a whisper when he slapped her hand away, clearly not expecting such harshness from the man who usually lays underneath her every time they're high on lust. 

"Don't do that again," he told her, almost frowning, before pulling the clothing down her legs in a rush he's never had before.

Inhaling deeply, he hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them up till his hands reached her boobs and the elbows just a tad above her hips. A small crisscross of his two limbs and she was flipped on her stomach. 

"Oh ...my god, H," she gasps, a chuckle leaving her mouth followed by a trembling breath. 

"Raise that ass for me, please," he asked her politely, waiting for her to oblige and let her ass rest in front of his sharp V-line. Smirking in contentment when she slowly, but surely, did so. He landed a quick slap to her asscheek before he turned and rested his back on the curve at the end of the bed, quickly hooking his arms around her thighs. 

He wanted to taste her first, just like she mostly does. "Ah, fuck," she shuddered as his tongue swiped between her puffy lips, separating them.

"So tell me, darling," he said, replacing his tongue with his thumb. "What's it like... having the most handsome man between your legs?"

Tagging: @reveriehs <3 MASTERLIST :)

[triplesilverstar]

The Typhoon isn't always the one roaring

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, Drinking, Bad Flirting, Blow Jobs, Soft Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Awkward Sexual Situations, Pushing Vashs' comfort zone, Vash is not used to intimacy, Early In The Relationship, Not Beta Read, Self-Indulgent, Aliases, Fluff and Smut, Tenderness

Word count: Roughly 2.5K

A/N: You may have noticed a banner change, there’s a reason for that in the series. Enjoy flustered Vash getting lucky and still trying to get used to the idea of intimate encounters.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all by yourself?” you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at the drunk that is attempting to flirt with you. He’s the third of the night, you have to at least give him points for being confident. 

Glancing around the room you jerk your thumb “Not here by myself” pointing at the tall skinny blond in a red coat currently engaged in a drinking game. As far as this town is concerned, a man known as Mr. John P. Smith, but you know him by another name. Vash the Stampede, the humanoid typhoon localized disaster. 

“If that’s the case, why are you sitting here at the bar and he’s over there?” Your mouth twitches trying to hide a smile and failing. Gaze clearly on Vash as he throws back another shot, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallows. Damn the things this man does to you, and with so little effort since you’d cleared the air about a lot of things and started dating.

“Easy” swallowing a mouthful of water “I don’t drink, and I enjoy the floorshow.” The comment seems to go over his head. You catch Vash’s gaze this time, a knowing smile full of teeth across your face, while a dusting of pink lights paints his cheeks and up the tips of his ears. Everytime you’ve been approached tonight he’s tried to be discreet in watching the exchanges, but you’ve known the entire time and let it slide. This time however you signal he’s been caught, and he seems ready to give up on the drinking game. He bids the others goodbye with a wave, tipsy steps close the distance as he leans against the bar beside you. 

The two of you share a glance that lingers, unspoken words that leave a fluttering in your stomach that always leaves you feeling like you’re so much younger than you are. “Ready to get out of here?” Nodding you slip off the stool, ignoring the other man to slip yourself under Vash’s arm and lead him out of the bar. Once outside and out of sight of the doors his footsteps steady, no longer having to act as though the alcohol in his system is affecting him. He keeps his arm wrapped around you, a warmth against your side, both exhaling the cool night air. 

“Have fun tonight?” He nods his assent, as the hotel you’re staying at comes into view “Good, though I will admit, I was worried you might have drank a little too much.” 

“Oh, why? Worried i’d ruin your plans for the rest of the night” the joking tone pulls a small breathless laugh out of you. 

“Of course, I have so many plans for you” you smirk catching his eye “and I don’t want to take advantage of my drunk boyfriend.” 

“Hey now, it takes a lot to get me drunk!” you join him in his laughter that seems to carry in the night air. 

The moment the door closes with a soft click, you have Vash pressed against the door, fists wound tight in coat and mouth pressed against his in a desperate sloppy kiss. He moans against you, hands smoothing down your back to grab at your ass, the same ferocity mirroring your motions. When the need for oxygen breaks through you pull back enough to be left breathing the same air. “I wanted to go over and kiss you all night Sunshine. Don’t think I didn’t see those ladies that kept hitting on you, thinking they had a chance. I wanted to show them you’ve got a lover that knows what she’s doing” your voice has dropped and you feel his body shiver against you, releasing his coat to reach down and lazily palm at him through his pants. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the twitches of his length hidden beneath the fabric. 

“You’re the only one I want Mayfly” his voice has gone husky, dropping low and trying to knead your ass but you can tell he’s distracted by your hand on him, the other on the back of his head now scraping the skin beneath his undercut. He’s trying to chase after your mouth and you keep your distance just enough to be frustrating to the blond based on the whines coming from his throat. You chuckle low in your throat, darting in to press a kiss to his neck before beginning to suck on the skin beneath your lips, feeling the vibrations from his panting. Grinning as you suddenly bite into his skin, nowhere near hard enough to hurt but you’re rewarded with his little yelp at the sensation, pulling back to soothe the area with a few passes of your tongue. 

“Right answer, baby.” His hands are just gripping your hips now unsure what to do with them in his haze of pleasure, causing you to chuckle low in your throat. Peppering kisses along his neck, occasionally dragging your tongue along the pale skin before blowing on the dampness making his shiver. “I have plans for you tonight, Sunshine” you whisper against his skin, giving his cock a soft squeeze through the fabric of his pants. “But, I need to know how far you wanna let me go” a quick nip to his earlobe teasing his earring with the tip of your tongue, making him moan. You pull back from him and step away, giving him space to think. “Take your time, I don’t wanna push you too far past your boundaries.” You watch his chest heave as he takes in deep breaths trying to calm his racing heart beat, so few touches sending his body reeling and you love it. Knowing you’re the only one who’s ever done such things to him. 

“I ugh” Vash is still trying to suck air into his lungs, closing his eyes and swallowing hard “nothing past a blow job” the words get quieter as they pass his lips, a flush rising up his skin. Embarrassed at his own words, causing you to smile stepping closer to him still pressed up against the door. Rubbing your hands along his neck, being careful of the tender darkening skin from your earlier endeavor. 

“Anything else?” He shakes his head and you smile, a soft peck to his beauty mark “Just remember, if things get to be too much I’ll stop. Do you know your safeword?” Another nod from him while you’re pulling your jacket off and throwing it onto the chair in the room before turning back to him. This time when you go for his lips you’re a little more controlled, deepening the kiss after a sweep of your tongue against his lip. Fingers glidings up his shirt, catching the fabric but even the light touch though the fabric is enough to turn Vash into putty in your hands, sweeping them over his shoulders and slowly removing his jacket, pulling away from the kiss to toss the garment with your own. 

Returning your attention to him, one hand tangling into his hair and kissing him hard again, forcing a soft moan from him, his own hands settling on your hips grip tight. Positioning one of your legs between his, pushing his legs further apart so your thigh is pressing against his crotch giving him something to grind against. You enjoy feeling him as he puts more of his weight on you chasing the sweet friction against your body. Pulling away slightly you take in his face, lips red and puffy, pupils blown wide, and you smile. Sliding your free hand down his chest, done with pressing circles into his chest through the fabric, pushing your fingers under the hem to drag your nails along the skin just above his belt. Enjoying the movement of the muscles there, pressing kisses to his cheek and leaving a trail to his ear breathing gently against the skin. “Want me to help make you feel good baby?” He’s nodding furiously, hips moving a little bit harder against your thigh. 

“Please Mayfly” pressing your mouth to his again you quickly undo the clasp of his belt, button undone and tug the zipper of his cargo pants down, granting you easy access to his hard cock wrapping your fingers around his hot skin. At the contact you can feel him twitching through the leather of your gloves, a jagged moan passing Vash’s lips, even with the leather you can feel the precum leaking from his tip. Such a sensitive man you have, pulling away so your hand isn’t wedged between both of your bodies and giving you easier access to rub your hand along his heated member.  Long languid strokes smearing the wetness from tip to base watching him shudder leaning up against the door. 

The sound of someone walking by in the hallway pulls you both from the moment, you listening because you thought you heard the words “the Stampede” and Vash because he was a blushing furious mess made worse by the idea someone might have heard him. “Come on baby” pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth “let's move this party to the bed hm?” he’s nodding, still too nervous from the possibility of having been overheard.

Hooking your fingers into the loops of his pants, and pulling him along with you on your way to the bed. “Don’t worry my Sunshine, I’ll make you feel so good soon” leaning up towards him to kiss him he’s leaning to meet you, even nervous he still wants to kiss you. Once you feel the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs your turning, pulling from the kiss and giving him a light shove to fall backwards. At his bounce you smile, a low whine passing from his mouth again. You’re quickly pulling your boots off then Vash’s, before joining him on the bed, pressing your hips to his and pressing his cock flat between both your bodies. A brief kiss, and you pull back one more to stare into his eyes “You ok to keep going?” 

His eyes are hazy as he stares at you, licking his lips before swallowing “yes” you nod, pressing in to start leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw and down his neck as you descend down his body. A chorus of whines, groans and grunts reaches your ears, hands sinking into the mattress beside him as you keep going, pressing more kisses, a little harder to the fabric of his shirt hoping he’ll at least feel the force of them through his clothes. Finally at his hips your grin, looking up at him, before pulling one of your gloves off with your teeth, a whimper from him at the sight as he leans back on his elbows to watch you. 

Glove gone, you reach and start to stroke at him, spreading the pre-cum around his skin allowing your hand to glide instead of pulling at the soft skin surrounding his hardened flesh. Gently pushing his cock just to the side so you can mouth at fine hairs just above his twitching shaft, enjoying the continuous noises your man makes above you. “Mayfly, Please” you grin, blowing a quick breath across his damp skin before looking up at him, watching the shiver rake across his frame.  

“Please what baby?” The pout on his face is obvious, chest heaving and face red, when he’s like this, you don’t think you even need him to touch you to get yourself off feeling your thighs clench. His hips lift, trying to give you a hint. “Words baby, you know I want to know how far you’ll let me push your boundaries.”

“Suck me, please!” You don't even have time for the words to finish passing your lips, his voice so desperate and it makes you clench a warmth blooming in your core. 

"Since you asked me so nicely" gloveless hand pumping him and you drag your tongue along the underside of his flesh from base to tip, pressing your lips to the tip, kiss soft. He twitches against your lips, a drop of pre-cum beading from his slit when you pull back ever so slightly. Glancing up from your current position to catch his gaze, eyes staring into one another's, you take the head of his length in your mouth. Watching his lids flick shut, shuddering and a soft moan of your name as his head tilts back. 

Content that he’s enjoying himself you focus your attention back to your task bobbing up and down gently, taking a bit more of him each time until you’re about halfway down, removing your hand to pull your remaining glove off so both hands and press down against the bare skin and hair just above his cock. Alternating the pressure and movement of the circles you place there while increasing the suction of your mouth, cheeks pressing in against his twitching length. 

As you get more and more into your actions your hands start slowly drifting upwards, feeling more of his skin under your wandering fingers. Lost in the movements and the symphony above you, you don’t notice as your hands keep sliding from the force of your actions. “Pineapple!” It’s like a switch is flipped,jerking away and leaning back on your knees, hands held up in the air in surrender.

“Breath baby. Tell me you’re ok when you can.” His hands are pressed to his face, chest heaving and you have no idea what caused him use the safe word. But you’re patient, was it maybe just too much. While you wait you push yourself farther back from so you can get off the bed, heading over to your bag to grab your canteen and then his own from his. Walking closer to him and setting it where he can reach. Finally calmer Vash looks at you, eyes almost downcast.

“I’m sorry, your hands were just” he pauses and you drop down onto the floor beside the bed waiting for him to continue. “Your hands were moving too high” his words leave you nodding, Vash has yet to let you see any of his skin past what needs to be seen around his crotch. Even when you’ve been making out he’s been pretty clear about where your hands can wander, and you hadn’t noticed how high they’d been going. 

“I’m sorry Vash” you hold one of your hands out, offering it to him if he wants it. He does take it to give it a squeeze. “I didn’t mean to push you, but that doesn’t make it alright. Do you want to stop for the night? I don’t mind if you do.” Everything will be on his terms and if he’s done for the night then so are you.

“No, I wanna keep going if you do? Just no wandering hand?” You agree with him, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth. Vowing in your head to be more careful while Vash gets used to intimacy, not everyone is willing to drop their pants on the first date like you are. But damn, even if you never go any farther then what you did tonight you’ll be happy. You didn’t start dating him for the sex, no, it was a much deeper reason. 

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[mythica0]

Smile~

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫:Donnie

Summary: Leo has been grumpy and serious since the incident. Donnie misses his twin, and decides to use his own tactics against him.

A/N: WOOHOO IM ACTUALLY WRITING! to all the people who have given me requests, I am SO sorry but I just can’t do it. Everytime I try I get all blocked up. I’m probably gonna end up clearing out my inbox, and again I am SO SORRY you never got your stories! But, moving past this long ass A/N, enjoy! (P.S this is post-movie!)

TW: a swear.(also, I shouldn’t even have to say this and I won’t all the time but just in case-THIS IS ALL BROTHERLY LOVE. TC*ST CAN FUCK OFF. YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE.)

Smile~

Leo was the leader now. It was… weird, to say the least.

After the whole…incident, Leo started taking his role as leader much more seriously. Too seriously.

“That’s great!” You say, “it means he’s doing his job!”

How wrong you are, reader. I mean, he is doing his job, but that’s not what the problem is here.

Leo stopped being himself.

No more jokes, no more one-liners, no more dramatic flare, no more face man. It was all gone.

Leo stopped being fun to hang out with, and as much as Donnie pretended to hate his little twin’s personality…. He missed it.

He missed seeing Leo smile at his own dum-dum jokes. He missed hearing his twins laugh.

He was going to do something about it. What? Well, that’s easy. Remember all those times where Leo would tickle Donnie to make him smile, saying such things as “you need to smile more!” Well…. Donnie thinks it’s time for Leo to receive the same treatment.

The slider was in his room, training, and, although he wouldn’t tell anyone, sulking.

He felt so bad. About everything. About the Kraang, about his family getting hurt, about life.

Just as he swung another punch at the make-shift punching bag he made out of scrap paper and a pillow case, he heard a knock on his bedroom/subway cart door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Donnie. Can I come in?”

Leo shrugged, although he knew DonTon couldn’t see it. “I don’t see why not.”

The door to his room slid open, light from the main area spilling in to the dully-lit room.

Leo stopped training and sat on his floor, sinking down slowly to the ground off the side of his bed and patting the area next to him, asking, “So, what did you need, Don?” As Donnie came and sat down.

“I just wanted to talk to you, Nardo.” Donnie said in an emotional tone.

Leo’s non-existent brows shot up in surprise. “Uh, why? Did I do something wrong?” Leo responded, completely serious and worried that he might’ve messed up despite his efforts.

“No, not really, but that. That right there, is the problem.”

“I- I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mea-“

“This!” Donnie cut Leo off, standing up and gesturing at his twin. “This whole serious and grumpiness you’ve gained!” Donnie’s voice quieted and lost intensity as he continued, voice starting to break with held-back tears.

“I miss you, Leo. I don’t want to talk to this fake version of yourself, I want to talk to you.”

The softshell took a deep breath, changing his tone almost immediately, not giving Leo a chance to respond. (Not that he would’ve been able to anyway. He was kind of speechless.)

“And I figured out a way to fix that.” Donnie grabbed Leo’s hand and pulled him up off the floor, all but tossing him onto the bed and straddling him.

Leo gave noises of confusion the whole time, sputtering slightly, finally spitting out a “wh-what?” As he was pinned.

Donnie quickly gained a smirk and teasing tone as he looked down on his pinned twin. “Oh it’s nothing, Nardo~. I do have one word for you though~.”

Leo’s eyes grew slightly panicked. “Wh-what is it?” He stammered out.

“Smile~” Donnie finished with a sing-song, starting to scratch lightly as his brothers ribs and sides.

Leo didn’t fight him off, thankfully. Physically or mentally, as he burst into giggles immediately.

“Wahahahait-Dohohon- nohohoho!”

Leo’s laughter was music to the softshell’s ears, oh how he had missed the sound.

“Yehes~.” He chuckled out, infected by Leo’s contagious laughter.

“Whihihy ahare yohou dohihing thihihis!” Leo protested, although he didn’t seem to be trying all that hard to get away.

“Simple. I wanted to see you smile. It has been far to long! And you constantly tell me to smile more, how hypocritical.” Donnie spoke dramatically, shaking his head and making ‘tsk’ing sounds.

He pulled up Nardo’s arms with his battle shell, leaving the slider open to ‘attack’. Then Donnie quickly dug his fingers under Leo’s arms, causing him to shout out in much louder cackles, “HEHEY- wahahahit NoHOT THeherE!”

“Oh~ would you rather I do this~?” Donnie gave no further clarification before moving his head down and blowing the biggest raspberry he could muster right into the center of Leo’s plastron, after which he started nibbling the same area.

Leo absolutely screamed. “NOHOHO- DOHOHONNIEE! STAHAHAHAP!” He shouted, although he wasn’t really all that serious about it. He didn’t really mind being wrecked to pieces, which is exactly what was happening.

But-‘holy mother of god that tickles so fucking bad!’ Was the only though running through Leo’s head. Of course he was going to protest.

“Hmm~ Let me think about it~ ,” he started in fake pondering, finishing with a deadpan, “No.” that sent Leo into further laughter.

Donnie smiled genuinely. He missed this so much. Not just the tickling, no, but Leo being, well, Leo.

He missed seeing his twin so happy, so full of smiles and laughs. He missed the playful back and forth moments the two shared.

All he was waiting for was for Leo to make some sort of stupid or snarky remark. That’s all he needed to complete his mission.

Donnie returned to nibbling at Leo’s tummy area, at the same time digging into his ribs.

Leo had stopped responding, for the most part. He just lie there and laugh. And laugh. And then laugh some more. All with a wide grin and closed shut eyes.

Once Donnie realized that Leo was probably laughing too much to give a flippant remark right now, he slowed down his pace to just light tracing over his plastron and sides.

Leo’s loud cackles dissolved into giggles once more, still giggling but taking in as much oxygen as he could.

“You done yet~” Donnie teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Yehehah. Jeheheez Dohon, whahat pohossehessed yohou toho doho thahat?”

Aaand- there it was! The remark we were looking for! Hurrah.

Donnie just smiled and stopped his tracing, allowing Leo to let out leftover laughter and wipe the forming happy tears from his eyes.

“I wanted to see you smile. And laugh. And just - be you. I haven’t seen it in forever, it’s good to have you back. I missed you, Y’know.”

Donnie’s smile had dropped as he gained a more serious tone.

Leo smirked his infamous smirk at that. “Well, well, well~ who needs to smile now~”

“Wait- Leo- No!”

“C’mere Donnie! Smile~!”

———THE END————————————————

[uroborosymphony]

Finally. Taiyang's arrival. There is a large smirk on her face that naturally draws. No matter the storm and clouds of confusion and pains in between them, none of this little party would feel the same without him. Fun alone was never an option for her, which even the two men seem to understand : their panic escalating as soon as her ride or die joins the dance. It is a dance, a coordinated, choreographed one they followed through all their schemes and games. It depended on the goal, the setting, the baiting - but when it's Quinn opening the ball, she toys around before breaking the illusion, to then throw the preys into an hectic state, for Taiyang to come, collect and finish them. Despite the time spent apart, none of it changed. She loves to watch him right now, he knows she does , and she laughs, and laughs, excited, captivated everytime he speaks and nails the coffin of these sad sad men even harder. "HAH!" She exclaims when he fires the shot that hits the tarmac, the brutal sound creating a rush of adrenaline within her, like a firework. If Quinn was playing lost girl a few minutes ago, the light in her eyes have quickly switched to her usual manic love for this their misdoings.

"I knoooww right, I'm just here, inviting my plus one to the party and all of the sudden, these two have lost their tongues. Come on pigs, we're just here to have fun. Play with us. Oink for me." Quinn speaks after Taiyang comments on how quiet the men are, now down the ground whimpering for their lives. "Come ON, Oink Oink!" She repeats pressing her boot heel down the man's hand who immediatly starts oinking through his... tears? Oh he's crying now, pathetic. Another loud laughter escapes as she throws her head to the back while laughing, taking off her heel from the man from almost having to hold her stomach. At this point it doesn't even matter if she keeps the man in place, she knows he's not going anywhere if he doesn't want to end up shot and roasted in bacon slices. While she's having fun, Taiyang is in charge now, as they follow his orders by the letter. Quinn keeps an eye on whatever is throw down the ground out of their pockets : and while Taiyang lets one go for good behaviour, she does pick up that crunchy peanut snacks. Her lower back then rests against the car as she cracks the pack open to enjoy the show. Her eyes never leave Taiyang's back - no more attention to the pigs she almost forgot about, only for her man. There is something raw and primal within, awakening whenever she does see him like that, giving a special treatment to the one who touched her. It does turn her on as she slowly chews on her peanuts, licking the salt ouf of her fingers. Nobody ever could disrespect Quinn, ever. Because she wouldn't let anybody do so, obviously. But also because Taiyang would always make sure of that. If Quinn is Quinn now, years ago she was still just Ara Jung and many, oh so many people had something to say about Ara Jung. How poor her social skills were, how unreliable her head was turning, how her sad her scocial status was, how no matter how hard she tried she wasn't enough to make a difference. Words Taiyang shut down. Not only from the bad mouthers' mouths but in her head... as well. There is guilt within her, when she thinks of this past month, of how hard she tried to hate him - when truly, truly she couldn't. He did hurt her but not as much as he did save her. She can't help but smile to herself before reconnecting to the present moment. They have to go. God she would have loved to watch this man get shot in the hand but time is running out.

"Let's Go."

She speaks from her spot. After giving a last warning, Taiyang finally joins her, to hop into the car, take the road. The car quickly runs in the evening in screeting tires, as the sunset is slowly turning into the night. The new car is way more comfortable than that old junk that probably blew up by the side of the road. A comfort that makes her relax in the passenger seat by his side. The windows are rolled down, the fresh wind is making her hair wip slowly, listening to his line. "Mmmm I mean I did give an A list actress performance out there," It was a joke, her lines were pretty bad but well, it's been a while after all. "You're still right, that was easy. Like taking a candy out of a really dumb child." Quinn comments, her head now fully turned to the side to look at him. He asks if she is okay. To that question, she leans into his touch he lands on her cheek, her hand laying on top of his to keep it there a little bit, for him to know it's okay to touch her again. It feels good. His warmth. A smile naturally appears as he mentions the cigarettes and the lollipops. She never truly needed these, he knows that, she knows he knows, she also knows it's to make her smile, make her happy, take care of her.

"I'm good." She whispers. A silence takes place, a comfortable one during which she looks at him. Pensive. "I missed that. This. Us, doing what we do best." Trouble? Violence? She means being side by side, connected, looking after each other - what was taken away from them when they were apart. "I said something earlier. Something that I know hurt you. I keep on thinking and... I don't know if it's you I'm truly mad at. I believe I'm mad at.. This world. This world that rejects us, that rejects the life we're living in a way we're never safe to exist together. A life that's made of This. Of having to run away." She pauses. Each one of her pause leaves her voice suspended in the atmosphere, with a thought, a look, a caress on his hand. "But... I wouldn't trade it for anything else and I need you to understand that." She speaks, her eyes on him, and her hair, flying gently. "Let's find a place to stay... There, let's have this talk okay? You said we need to talk. We do." She adds "And after that, maybe we stop talking. For one night." She then adds, this time her fingers wrapping around his, moving them over her jawline. Her tongue slides out of parted red lips as she catches his finger by the tip, to suck on it. "I love when you teach men how to respect me. Should I drag more of these in my trap? To watch you take care of them? It drives me a little insane, makes me want to eat you whole tonight." She whispers against his fingers. Her eyes are filled with mischief, sensual, sexual, and a little unhinged : her usual - one she hasn't displayed in a long time. "OH! AND HE OINKED FOR ME! " Quinn then exclaims, as if snapping from one state to another. It's the euphoria. This feeling to have them, him and here, back again. Even if it's just for now. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" And then laughing loud and loud again, throwing her head back against the seat. "Mmm I can't wait to lay down with you. Anything by the road that's a safe enough, with hopefully a little something to eat. I know you crave a cheeseburger with extra cheese and a big coke right now, because I'm thinking of one too." She ends, with a smile, her hand still connected with his, hanging loosely over her lap.

[princess-tulip-writes]

Could you write a blurb with Azriel where the reader either hasn’t had sex or ha only had really bad sex so Azriel just shows them everything?! Love your writing!

“don’t worry, baby, i’ll take real good care of you.” he mumbled against the skin of your neck as his lips covered the area with loving kisses.

“what if i can’t cum?” you whimpered back.

azriel’s lips stopped moving, and his once closed eyes had shot open.

“why wouldn’t you be able to?”

you pondered on telling him for a moment, debating weither or not the topic of your past lovers and experience should be brought up at this second.

he shifted before rolling off of you and gently plopping down onto his side next to you. a scarred hand cupped your face softly, as if signaling you to turn your attention to him.

“hm?” he hummed, awaiting your answer.

you swallowed thickly at him, anxiety creeping into your throat.

“i don’t know.” you shrugged. “what if i just can’t?”

his brows furrowed at your lack of information. what was it that you weren’t telling him?

“are you a virgin?” he asked softly with a loving undertone to his voice.

you blushed at the question, and hesitantly nodded.

for a moment, you swore you saw a flash of love in his eyes, but it left as soon as it arrived. he cracked a small smirk.

“baby, that’s okay. i don’t mind at all.” azriel cood, his hand moved from the frame of your face and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “but, why are you worried about cumming? have you ever tried before and failed?”

your whole face heated up this time. sure, you’ve touched yourself before, and made yourself cum plenty of times, but everytime you tried to take the next step, and have sex with someone, they could never make you cum.

since you were a virgin, every male would try to rip one orgasm out of you before actually going inside of your tight cunt, just to make it more pleasurable for the both of you. but, every man failed. therefore, you would always call it quits after the hour mark rolled around and your clit was tired of being probed at.

at first, you assumed that the first two men were just very bad at making women orgasm, so you went to a dear friend of yours that you knew very well made lots of women scream out in pleasure.

but even he failed.

so, you came to the awful conclusion that you were broken and were going to die a virgin.

“i-i don’t know. i mean, of course i’ve touched myself, but-“ you couldn’t find the right way to put it without sounding crazy. “i don’t know.”

“come on, sweetheart. just use your words.”

your stomach leaped with arousal.

“i think i’m broken.” you whispered shyly, your gaze falling onto the ceiling above you. 

silence fell for a moment, before he let out a chuckle.

“baby, i assure you, you’re not broken.” he smiled at you, a light hearted one. “why do you think that though? have you never made your self climax?”

he was persistent tonight.

“yes.”

he nodded. “good, see— not broken.”

you didn’t know how to explain your situation with him, without feeling judged. but this was azriel you’re talking about, not some random person. this was your mate. he would never judge you.

you took a deep breath before confesssing.

“no one else can make me cum. not even cassian.”

he erupted in a fit of laughter at the last part, just imagining the look on his brother’s face when he found out that he failed at making someone orgasm, had him almost crying in amusement.

you frowned. “are you laughing at me, azriel? please don’t.”

the softness in your voice caused a pang in your mate’s heart, immediately making his laughter stop.

“i’m sorry, my love. i swear i wasn’t laughing at you, sweetheart. i was just laughing at cassian not satisfying you, is all. he probably didn’t even think to try other methods other than one.” a smile still rested on his lips, but his words were laced with a sweet ambience.

you fell silent, contemplating if you wanted to go through with tonight or if you just wanted to curl in a ball and shrink.

“i promise, that i can show you many ways to feel good, darling. so many ways to make you squirm and your legs shake before i even put myself inside of you. i can make you feel so good…” he trailed off before his eyes flicked to yours. “if you’ll allow me.”

something in his voice had you convinced and you even felt a slight tug on the mating bond as he spoke. he was being truthful, you could feel that.

“okay.”

[beann-e]

Haikyu Characters Reacting To Their S/O Screaming Back At Them

Aoba Johsai

Read Part Two Here

kyotani Kentaro

-everyone knows kyotani for his anger and how he doesn’t suck up to people so when they found out he was dating someone they had to assume this someone had the ability to put him in his place and right now that’s just what they needed

“ mad dog-chan you can’t do this not right now“ oikawas voice rang through in annoyance

“ yeah we need you to go in “ iwazumis voice sounded tired as if he was exhausted by trying to convince the boy for the past 5 minutes during their halftime (long timeout)

kyotani grunted as he turned from both of his teammates looking to the wall as he sat on the bench

“ coach seriously — we need him and he’s just on the bench doing nothing “

“ he said he’s tired of you guys only calling him in for 5 minutes and then sitting him back out like an animal— that you use to show off and then send outside when company’s gone “

“ well he’s our secret weapon “ oikawa screamed “ that’s literally what you do “

kyotani grumbled as he rolled his eyes at oikawa who huffed as he moved to turn to the bleachers “ oh forget this he’s not even listening to iwa-chan “

“ well you know what to do flatty-kawa “

“ duh you see i’m doing it iwa-chan”

oikawas hand came up in a wave as he moved to the referee whispering to them as they spoke on the speaker their voices crisp sending a chill through kyotani’s spine

“ we need a y/n l/n to come down to Aoba Johsais Bench — A y/n L/n to come down to Aoba Johsais bench “

you stood up smiling widely as you jumped your way through the crowd voice heaven sent as you screamed “ that’s me “

moving through people talking sweetly “ oops — sorry — sorry have to go take care of a loose hothead—whoops—you should really watch where you place that drink “

you hopped down the stairs waving at the team and the referee as you came to a stop in front of kyotani who was even more mad than he was initially

“ babe whats up why are they calling me down here again “ you sighed “ it’s only happened five other times and I thought we got past it “

“ they say that like it’s nothing “ kindaichis voice came out small as he rubbed the back of his head

“ kyotani “ you called confused usually he would answer you by now and comply and go play for a little while just to make you happy so you could go sit down on the bench to watch his game closely

“ uh somethings wrong iwa-chan “

“ yeah somethings off he’s not responding to her this time “

“ kyo what— “

“ if anything he looks like he’s gonna snap “

oikawa laughed at his comment “ yeah right y/n ‘ s too nice he’d feel horrible if he snapped at ‘em —they’d probably cry he wouldn’t do it “

oikawas face dropped as he heard the loud voice ring out inside the gym “ GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME“

you shuddered at his voice “ your even more fucking annoying than that dumbass over there “

your mouth dropped “ all you do is come down here and bother me everytime and I only go in for you — i’m not doing it this time i’m gonna stand my ground”

he screamed “ they use me for those 5 minutes and then toss me out i’m not doing it — like I said i’m sitting right here on this bench and standing my fucking ground “

your face went up in shock as you felt your body flinch at his voice kyotani and the rest of his team immediately feeling bad at what the whole gym just witnessed everyone listening closely feeling sorry for you

Oikawa moved to glare at kyotani as he walked over to wrap his arms around you “ aw y/n-chan it’s ok to cr— “

“ YOU SCREAM AT ME ONE MORE TIME LIKE THAT AND IM GONNA KNOCK YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH THE BAT MY DAD WACKS INTRUDERS AT HIS STORE WITH “ your screams came out louder than his as you stared down at the boy in front of you

“ I don’t care if you go out there and wipe the floor down with fucking towels or scrape it clean with a toothbrush but your going out on that court kentaro“

your voice was stern “ you better be glad they even give you 2 seconds on that court you love so much with your shitty attitude —if it was me i’d make you a bench rider the whole season while you watch shittykawa smirk at you everytime he goes up for a set that you won’t get “ your screams catching the whole gym off gaurd

“ so your gonna go out there and stand your fucking ground on that court “ you mocked him hand pointing from him to the court

Kyotani’s body shaking at your tone “ kentaro “ you spoke his name like a curse as he jolted and race to stand in his position on the court head never turning back to look at you again as you continued

“ You will score everytime you go up for that ball — everytime you hit something or come in contact with it— I want a point on that board do you hear me“

“ yes “

“ kentaro “

“ yes ma’am “

you moved to fix your clothes as you stared at everyone in the crowd “ everytime my boyfriends feet leave that ground you better clap your asses off do you hear me “

everyone shook their heads in a yes motion afraid of you and how such a big yell could come from such a small person

You smiled at the team before you took your seat on the bench near the coach who read off all his plans for kyotani that hed never listened to

“ oh trust me we’ll do that plan “ you said as you shook your head ignoring all the whispers from the males around you

“ do they know the game doesn’t start back up again until 5 minutes from now “ mattsukawas voice came out in concern

“ I —uh I don’t think they care “

“ oikawa what’s wrong with you “ iwazumi turned to see oikawas face made up in a frown as he sulked

“ pretty y/n-chan called me your stupid nickname “

oikawa

-oikawa never liked losing especially when it was to someone younger than him someone he didn’t like so you can imagine his anger when he lost to Karasuno

-no one expected the hallway to erupt in his screams so soon

“ tooru what’s wrong “

“ i’m just a little tired y/n i’m ok “

“ no but you — you look angry “

he took a deep breath as he shook his head in annoyance moving to walk off you standing in front of him stopping his exit

“ ok then if I look angry why the fuck would you stand in front of me “

“ because I “

“ because your fucking annoying that’s what it is “

“ tooru”

“ no don’t baby me y/n I don’t need you or anyone else to tell me I played good and I was amazing obviously I wasn’t if your standing here talking to me in a hallway and not in front of me while I celebrate on the court “

“ it’s ok baby — you can still win a volleyball nat— “

he lost his cool as he screamed looking down on you “ WHEN Y/N WHEN HUH “

he screamed harshly “ it’s over — are you fucking stupid there is no next time shitty kageyama took it there’s no next time for me — fuck we’re— we’re third years “

his voice sounded bloody by his screams that sounded throughout the hallway his team coming in to check and see if everything was ok receiving their answer when they turned the corner to you taking over

“ if I knew you were so fucking stupid I wouldn’t have dated you you were probably the bad luck charm that made me lose my shitty gam—“

“ the only thing that made you lose this game was you asshole “

your voice was laced with venom as you shot at him screaming constantly “ you and your shitty need to keep working endlessly maybe if you didn’t have a hurt knee — oh wait howd you get that “

you pretended to think “ oh I know FROM OVERWORKING YOURSELF “

you pushed a finger to his chest “ when I say your gonna make it to a nationals someday your gonna make it to a nationals someday you don’t doubt me is that clear “

his face was in fear as his mouth opened wide in a o form unable to process an answer

“ is that clear tooru oikawa “ you screamed

the team letting out yes’s for him as he moved to look back at them before he turned to you shaking his head like a puppy whod accidentally peed in the house

“ I need words “

“ y-fuck y—yes y/n — baby I mean ma’am — shit I mean yes baby “

you moved to stand straight as you cracked your neck and let a smile play on your face as you turned away from him walking to the entrance of the gym “ ok — babe I meant to tell you i’m gonna go say good game to kageyama- kun you go to the busses and make them wait for me ok “ you waved at him as you opened the door “ love you “

“ they wouldn’t dare leave ‘em “ kyotani’s voice came out in a laugh

“ fuck leaving them — theyd let ‘em drive“ hanamaki joked with mattsukawa who was screaming in laughter

your body entering the gym and walking over to kageyama who straightened up turning to speak to hinata who stood in fear

“ you speak nothing of what we heard to y/n-senpai“

“ y-yes ka-kageyama “

“ kageyama-kun youve grown up so much I love it“ you said holding your arms out to him speaking like he was a baby

“ h-hi y/n-senpai “

“ DID YOU KILL THE GREAT KING “

[ameliasbitvh]

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 | 𝐝.𝐦.

a/n: here's part two, came much earlier than i expected bc i decided to write it all in one go and just go with it !! i hope it’s good because i rushed, you could say?? anyways i ACTUALLY typed out the lyrics for once lol and this turned out to be way longer than i expected too ! i feel like this fic series is going to be rlly confusing yk?? Pretend that the rooms in the Pucey manor are all sound proof. Idk but i hope you enjoy it !! (please don’t read this fic series if you can’t handle reading verbal arguments, toxic relationships, and pregnancy!) oh yeah - i apologize in advance for the pregnancy. (btw all smut scenes are consensual !!)

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pairing: draco x reader, adrian x reader, and draco x astoria !!

summary: read to find out lol (i just rlly dont know how to summarize this bc i feel like sm happened yk?)

wc: 3.7K (3721)

warning(s): toxic relationship, gaslighting, manipulation, draco being a jackass and EXTREMELY bipolar, smut scene with adrian pucey, smut with draco, smut, foreplay, dirty talk, pet name uses of Doll, Sweetheart and Baby, a lot of arguing, harsh use of words, degrading kink, praising kink, baby bump kink (??) im sorry babes i dont rlly even know what a baby bump kink is but im adding it LMAO, use of drugs and intoxication for metaphors, breeding kink, breeding, pregnant!reader, draco x astoria, adrian x reader !! STOP OUT OF ALL WARNINGS I FORGOT CHEATING - last warning is cheating !!

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PT.1 | | NAVIGATION | | MASTERLIST

Vintage tee, brand new phone

High heels on cobblestones

When you are young they assume you know nothing.

His hips crashed into yours, he rocked your whole fucking world. Your arms locked behind his neck and he took a bite of the sweet flesh that laid on your neck marking you. You tossed your head back from the overwhelming pleasure of his cock digging into your sex. Cries leaving your lips like a prayer to him, your God. his bright platinum blonde gleaming in the lamp light, his smooth and pale skin against yours, his deep gray eyes boring into yours. In these moments you forget that you're married, that other people exist, it's only you and him. And you hoped it’d stay this way.

Sequin smile, black lipstick

Sensual politics

When you are young they assume you know nothing.

Your lips, so sweet it was intoxicating to him. You were the cigarette that nimbled in between his fingers and he just couldn't get enough of it. He inhaled and exhaled, but he wanted more. He was hungry, craved for it and he needed it, willing to rip himself to shreds if he couldn't. You were his drug and he was addicted.

He loved the way your body responded to him, the cries that rippled from your throat and the way you held onto him so tight. Oh and how he loved the way that you both fought. So passionately and fiercely that he wanted to tear your fucking clothes off everytime, the only girl he’d ever felt that way for. But how many times is too much? You were soon to grow tired of this illicit affair and he knew it. But for now he would keep you close and away from anybody who tried to take you.

And because of this mentality a problem soon arose.

But I knew you

Dancin’ in your Levi’s

Drunk under a street light, I

I knew you

Hand under my sweatshirt

Baby, kiss it better, I

After one last thrust, his seeds spilled into you. Your body thrashed and shook as his hot cum shot into you. Your legs clenched, squeezing around his waist as you came. Soon he fell onto the bed right next to you and tried to catch his breath, he turned to the side and admired your beauty. You caught on and laughed, “Stop looking at me like that you dork!”

“I cant help but stare when a fucking gorgous woman is right beside me, I’m a lucky man.” he smiled, but you didn’t. Your laughter died down, ‘I'm a lucky man.’ but you weren't even his? Sure you were in some aspects, but overall you weren't and that made your heart shatter the most. Not even ths fact that the only time you ever see him was to fuck each other like hormonal teenagers, but that you werent actually his and he acted like you were. Did he not know how much it hurt?

He thought the same thing. Did you not know how much it pained him to see you and Adrian act like a happy married couple and the fact that he wasn't able to grasp and call you his? Because you weren't his, and you certainly weren't his to keep. He wanted to hold you and never leave you standing alone.

And when i felt like an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said i was your favorite

He’d twirl you around the room, smiles decorating your faces as you both danced soulfully to the music bouncing off the walls. You both were so dumb in love but never had the courage to speak up, so the only option you had left was actions.

Small things like your favorite flower, a single red rose. He brought one every time you two would meet up ever since you told him. You smiled and giggled like a child when he presented you with a red flower on late friday nights. Always pressing a loving kiss to his lips as he held your waist and tore off your clothes one by one. His hands traveled everywhere possible, he examined every piece of skin you had and he loved it all. Constantly praising you as the most beautiful woman he's ever seen and you believed him. Just for those few hours you spent with him, you believed it. You believed you were the most beautiful woman.

A friend to all is a friend to none

Chase two girls, lose the one

When you are young they assume you know nothin’

His gaze landed on a young lady, legs crossed together, hair nicely displayed and she sipped on her tea with grace. She intranced him, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Big green eyes, long brown hair, a slim figure and petite. He smirked to himself.

For some reason, the one that he held such care and love for simply no longer existed in his mind. You had vanished. It was like he’d never even heard your name before and in that moment he’d hoped it stayed that way.

He took long strides forward to introduce himself to her, holding his hand out with a smile on his face. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” and looking up she too with a smile on her face took his hand, “I’m Astoria Greengrass, nice to meet you.”

From that point on you noticed his distance from you. He never brought that single red rose, did not look you in the eyes at all, never cared for your pleasure like he used to. What happened? What happened to the man who’d rip himself open for you, pour his soul out, the one who showed you what love was. That was love, right?

Wasn't love when you felt like you couldn't breathe without him. Wasn't love when you’d sacrifice anything for him. Isn't it when you get those tingly feelings in your stomach… butterflies? Isn't isn't when you feel so vulnerable, naked to the eye. Like removing a piece of clothing off of your body, because you wanted him to see you. To see the you that craved him, the you that needed him because you were so intoxicated it drives you insane. And you couldn't do anything about it. All you could do was sit and watch everything unfold in the way you wished and hoped it never did. The day that he'd leave you.

The day that he'd find another girl to call his most beautiful. Weren't you his most beautiful? Weren't you enough? What did she have that you didn't? But that was the problem: you had something she didn't. A husband. Your chest tightened, you wanted to leave this marriage from the very beginning, it isn't fair. It… it isn't fair. But then you realize life isn't fair. The relationship you had with him wasn't fair, you were a married woman and he was a single man looking for fun but found something more and he - just couldn't do it anymore. So many possibilities of getting caught and he couldn't bear the shame for the Malfoy name, he couldn't. But if he loved you wouldn't he risk it all like you did? But that new girl, completely different from you. Poised, knew how to communicate with him, and made it clear that she wanted something more.

But i knew you, playing hide and seek and

Giving me your weekends, I

I knew you

Your heartbeat on the highline

Once in twenty lifetimes, I

“What do you mean, mother!” you cried out, hands thrown up. “Dear, do you know how much this will elevate our status? If you and Adrian have a child, our families will grow at such a faster pace, it would be rapid!” she laughed, flicking her wrist as if what she said was just as funny as her hair line. Adrian sat there, hands glued together, his mouth opened to say something but his mothers hand gesture immediately shut him up. Ah, yes the mothers teaming up just to convince you two that having a child together would be the greatest plan the wizarding world will ever hear.

“You are hilarious, y/m/n! Everything you said is so true,” his mom wiped her tears from her cackling away. Your mom's head perked up and she clapped her hands together, “Well you two should go and get on with that baby making!” Both of your moms walked out of the manor crying out the last of the dignity they had away.

Quickly after they left he stood up, “We don't have to-” he was interrupted by your lips crashing onto his. You had all this pent up anger building inside of you and needed a way to release it, this isn't your best idea but it got the job done. You jumped up wrapping your arms around his neck, it didn't feel right because he wasn't him. His nails dug into your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, he grinded his sex against yours.

Next thing you knew your back was up and against the couch, the same couch that the blond man had fucked you so hard on you cried, your nails scratched the skin of his back and you were limp. Always so damn Limp. Empty. Bare. Meaningless.

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good,” Adrian groaned into your ear while he dry humped you, quickly your both removed your clothes trying to get this over with. And honestly, this is the driest you’ve ever been since you met Draco. Adrian didn't arouse you the way he did and he didn't speak or move the way he did.

The tip of his cock met your entrance and he pushed in, invading your home that you had built with Draco. He broke down the walls and you collapsed.

Finally, he came in you.

And when I felt like an old cardigan

under someone's bed

You put me on and said that I was your favorite.

Draco woke up with a yawn escaping his mouth, rubbing his eyes he looked at the Daily Prophecy and couldve swore he saw you and Adrian on the front page, he couldn't tell if this was his mind tricking him because he wasn't over you yet, or maybe the fact that you were actually on there. So he took a double take, removing Astoria’s head off his shoulder. His eyes skimmed over the paper and met yours. ADRIAN AND Y/N PUCEY CARRYING THEIR FIRST CHILD!! SKIP TO PAGE 12 TO SEE THE INSIDE SCOOP ON THESE TWO LOVE BIRDS -

His blood fucking boiled, what the fuck was your problem. “Getting pregnant?! For all we know it could be my fucking child not Adrian fucking Pucey’s.” he laughed at that. His hands started crumbling that Daily Prophet, his blood pressure was high, he was going insane. He couldn't take this. You, being pregnant with someone's damn bastard of a child?! And not even his. Not that he ever wanted you to get pregnant - but… maybe he pictured you in the future with him and a family of his own with you.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

You drew stars around my scars

But now I’m bleedin’

You know what? It was a Friday and he planned to see you today, maybe you wouldn't know of his coming, counting the fact that he hadn't shown up in a month, 2 weeks and 3 days but hey! Who's counting?

Quickly he apparated to your place expecting to just see you, but low and behold Adrian Pucey. “What are you doing here, Malfoy? There’s no event or anything here?”

Draco rolled his tongue against his cheek and for some reason a part of him wanted to say, ‘i’m here to fuck your wife brain dead.’ But he didn't, he’s been working on self restraint for a month, 2 weeks and 3 days now! Yay! So yes, right after he found out you were pregnant he apparated over.

“Where’s Y/n?” he demanded.

“You both are on a first name basis I see.” Adrian's eyes pierced through the blondes. A staring contest began. “Oh, well you see your wife and I are very close.” he smirked villainously. “Then why has she never talked about you?” Adrian questioned.

“Well Pucey, you dont go around telling your husband about the very person you let fuck you every friday, now do you?” how he would’ve loved to say that.

“Where the fuck is -” “Adrian, who are you talking to?” you asked, walking down the stairs. Draco’s breath was caught in his throat, he longed to hear your sweet melancholy voice for so long that your voice lingered and echoed in his mind. Looking up, your eyes met his. “I - Draco? What are you doing here?” The last part came out colder, a shiver traveled down his spine. “I need to talk to you, please.”

“I don't know,” you mumbled.

“It’ll be quick, I promise.”

‘Cause I knew you

Steppin’ on the last train

Marked me like a bloodstain, I

I knew you

Tried to change the ending

Peter losing Wendy, I

I knew you

Leavin’ like a father

Runnin’ like water

You and Draco both walked to a room to be more secluded and have privacy, leaving Adrian in the living room. Before you left Adrian gave you a pair of concerned eyes, you shook it off.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, arms crossed like you were defending yourself. “Listen, just - are you actually pregnant?”

“Is that what you came for?! To know if im actually pregnant or not, you sound like the whole fucking wizarding world! Of course I am!” you yelled with anguish, you were so sick of people. His arms came to the sides of your arms and caressed them, “Baby, calm down,” he tried to soothe you but you thrusted his arms off of you disgusted.

“Don’t call me “baby”! You left me, Draco, you left me… you made me feel things that you knew I wouldn't with anyone else, so why’d you leave? Because you met a new girl? Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me!” you cried out, your hands forming into fist banging against him, your tears soaking his shirt. “Shhhh, it’s okay.” he mumbled into your hair as his hands traveled your body trying to comfort you. “No, no it’s not okay… why aren’t you fighting with me? Why are you so quiet, goddamnit get mad, throw something, just - yell at me!”

But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

The smell of smoke would hand around this long

‘Cause I knew everything when i was young

I knew I’d curse you for the longest time

“Yell at you?” he questioned, his face contorting into anger. His voice grew, “You want me to yell at you! After everything! I was trying to be nice, can you not take nice? Why do you always want me mad, you drive me fucking insane, you know that! I can't spend one moment with you without raising my voice, making you cry! Do you know how much it hurts me to see you cry and know that you're crying because of me?”

“Then stop, stop making me cry!” you fought, fueling the fire.

“How? How do I stop being the reason you cry, how do I stop making you cry!”

“Love me! Just fucking love me, that’s all i’ve ever wanted!”

“You don't think I do?! I fucking love you, so damn much I’m addicted to you! To your smell, your body, your skin, I just want you, all to my-fuckingself! What do you think I've been doing all this time? Trying to get over you! I could try every flavor and you’d still be my favorite! I’ve spent so long watching Pucey parade you like a fucking trophy and do you know how fucking mad i get? He gets to go out and show off my girl, something I should be doing because you're mine and we both know it!” he took a step closer to you, his hot breath dancing on your skin and your breath hitched feeling him so close.

He looked into your eyes and that's where you saw his vulnerability, he was telling the truth. Wasting no time you smashed your lips against his and he immediately reciprocated your actions. Your lips brutally brushed against his, it was piercing. You both ate each other up like you’ve been starved for numerous years. He tasted like cigarettes and mint, refreshing and venomous all at once fogging up all your senses. You were in a new world, one where it was just him and you. Both happy and free to go out in public with no criticism or shame, somewhere that felt like home. He was - is and will always be your home. The one place that you knew you could always find comfort, love and support. You were for sure he’d always be there, so maybe it was how gullible you were that got you into this mess.

Chasin’ shadows in the grocery line

I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired

And you’d be standing in my front porch light

And I knew you’d come back to me

You’d come back to me

And you’d come back to me

And you’d come back

“God, I missed this pussy. So wet, practically milking for me, Sweetheart.” he praised, his hand moving to your clit. Your back was laid on the bed and your clothes were torn to the ground, tossed away. You whimpered, biting your lip down to keep you quiet. “Tut-tut-tut, I want to hear you, Doll. Stop biting on that pretty lip and let Daddy hear those pretty noises, yeah?” you nodded your head in submission and let go, cries rip from your throat as he pleasured you like no other man could. Following after the foreplay he positioned the tip of his cock at your hole. “B-but what about you?” you asked with innocent eyes making him want to fuck you brain dead until you’re squirting on his cock like a whore. “This is about you, Baby. Let me take care of that aching pussy, alright?”

“Alright,” you agreed. “Atta girl,”

And when I felt like an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

His cock slid into your cunt and your back immediately arched, bringing you closer to him. He kissed around your body praising you like a goddess, and all you could do was enjoy what you had of him and you loved. Then he began nipping at your skin, sucking on it, purple hues started to appear scattered along your body. His lips reached your ear and his thrust became hard, fast, and brutal. His grip on your waist tightened and was bruising, “Did he fuck you like this? Could he fuck you like this? Could he even make my Good Girl cum?”

“No, never!” you cried.

“Tell me Princess, how’d he fuck you… did you like it?”

“Slow, wasn't hard or fast enough and couldn't make me cum - only you can!”

“That’s right, Baby only I can,”

His hand went right above the small baby bump on your stomach. “You feel my hand right there? Do you even know who the dad is, Doll? Or are you too much of a whore to even know?” you watched as his cock slid in and out of your cunt. “I -'' and you couldn't respond because in all honesty you don't know who the dad was.

“No good, fucking stupid slut.” he barked, his palm hitting your cheek and a burning sesation started tingling.

Suddenly you heard the door knob starting to shake and there was a knock on the door. “Oh shit!” you yelled in shock and pleasure, what were you to do? “Draco, Draco!”

“That’s my name, Doll, don't wear it out.” he laughed. You were trying to fight your orgasm so bad your legs shook with so much force. “Adrian -'' Draco's hips immediately took a halt.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

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a/n: i apologize for making you pregnant. I'M SORRY I KNOW PPL DON'T LIKE IT I DON'T EITHER BUT I NEED IT FOR THE PLOT I SWEAR ON MY LIFE !! anyways left you guys on a cliff hanger and probs won't update this series until a week or soooo LOL.

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> 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 2

> 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎, 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎

> 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙶𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝-𝚝��𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎

> 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝

> 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2062

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•Saaame there needs to be more content of them! Also this is more of a one shot because... It would be too short as a reaction or headcanon. It's still separate!

•I'm sorry if you wanted a more fluffy request ;w;

•Also I decided to make it a one-shot! Sorry if it's short. Especially the Withered Bonnie one since I didn't have any ideas on him, I'm more used to writing Toy Bonnie, he's really popular here XD

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-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞:

"There, there sweetheart~" Toy Bonnie's sweet comforting voice was filling the room you two were in, wrapping the bandage around your bitten arm with as much care as he could before stopping, he lifted his hand and wiped a tear away "Come on, look at me." Although he meant to sound comforting, the words had a forceful tone underlying it, it made you flinch from the recent events that you experienced.

You had tried escaping the Pizzeria again, not being able to take Toy Bonnie's overwhelming claims of love, needy personality, forceful behaviour of wanting your attention on him at all times and the rest of the toys sadistic nature towards you. Expect this time, rather than just being pulled back and getting dragged into your so called room, Mangle had ended up biting you, their teeth had digged into your arm rather harshly. If it wasn't for Toy Bonnie ruthlessly ripping Mangle away from you with a promise to tear them apart even more later, you'd have surely lost an arm.

Reluctantly, you lifted your head to look up at his green eyes, you forgot how many days, weeks you've been locked here up for, surely it has been two months by now "Was that so hard?" Toy Bonnie laughed, it was light hearted despite the situation. You both stood in eerie silence before Toy Bonnie sighed "Does it hurt that much?" Again, you heard that soft and sweet voice he managed to pull, everytime you couldn't help but to give in, especially now. Nodding your head, you let out an uncomfortable grumble when he traced his fingers on your arm 'He's acting. He's acting.' You tried convincing yourself, knowing how great he was at that, yet you knew your self control was slipping through your fingers.

"Dear god sweetheart, I can't even imagine." Toy Bonnie cooed as gently as he could, bringing it up to gently kiss at your bandaged arm, it made you flinch in surprise, usually you'd be scolded, mocked by him for even thinking you could escape after failing so many times but this behavior was... Confusing you... Comforting you for some strange reason "It hurts... I-it really hurts..." You admitted, tears streaming down your face as you recalled the memory.

A loud shriek escaping from your mouth once Mangle had a hold of your arm with their mouth, their bright eye staring at your through the dark as their jaw lowered before the teeth harshly pierced through your skin and muscles again, as if the pain wasn't enough you began hearing laughter surrounding you, you were feeling too erratic to notice who the laughter was from, you could've guessed that it was the rest of the toys, but you've had enough, you can't stand this mistreatment from them. All of them wanted to kill you! Expect...

"There, there, shhh it's alright~" Toy Bonnie gently shushed you, his voice soft and barely being louder than your cries, you were pulled into a hug and you let it, the way he gently rubbed your head and kissed your forehead didn't leave you as disturbed as before "I'm here, you know I love you, I took care of Mangle and the rest so don't worry." Somehow the confession wasn't as overbearing and annoying now, had you gotten used to it? He was your only source of comfort in these dark room and halls despite being the reason you were trapped in the first place.

It took a few minutes of you crying and the blue bot comforting you before you uttered your words again "I hate..." Toy Bonnie hummed at that, seeming a bit disappointed, did the plan not work? You still hated him? 'Come on star, I'm running out of ideas.' He was troubled, sure he did beat up Mangle a little for hurting you THIS badly but he was the one who staged the whole plan.

His bunny ears lowered a little, were you too tired to fight back this time? Then he should be trying to enjoy your current compliance before you start fighting back again, making him come up with another plan on how to win you over. But your next words saved him the trouble.

"I-I hate everyone else in this world... B-but you..." You claimed soon after, finally having calmed down from the crying. You left Toy Bonnie in a state of shock after what was said, his brain and mechanisms suddenly loading after he processed the words, ears shooting right up in shock and if he was honest with himself, from being a little flustered "Y-you're my only source of comfort in this place... P-please don't leave me alone." Toy Bonnie blinked back into reality and looked down at you.

From the fight you had surely got disheveled, and your face was a mess from crying "Look at you..." Toy Bonnie mumbled, a light smirk started to appear on him as he cupped your face, he finally had control of the situation. You didn't LOVE, love him yet but this was a great start to your relationship "You're a mess dear, don't worry, I'll be sure to take care of you as best as I can."

You knew it was bad, you shouldn't have given in, but you immediately leaned closer once he cupped your face, a very small smile appearing on your face, feeding to Toy Bonnie's happiness from the situation that was happening "Well then..." He just wanted to check, by pulling away from you. Your reaction actually had him nearly bursting out laughing. The way you immediately latched back to him in a panic caused him to smirk.

You would've seen his intentions very clearly if it wasn't for the sudden panic overtaking you "D-don't leave..." You pleaded, tears threatening to spill down making him hum, almost as if he was thinking about it before laughing "Of course not darling!" He chuckled as you let out a relieved sigh, the overwhelming excitment making itself present when he saw how he's won.

"I'll be with you here, forever~"

-> 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞:

You stared blankly at the wall, dried tears evident on your face as you had cried again but this time there was no screaming or thrashing around, you had gotten used to just taking it, silently crying without a sob choking out. You were tired, so tired... Yet the familiar metallic sounds through the vent made you dread the current hour.

"𝙃ey s𝙒eethe𝘼rt." The glitching voice, despite how threatening it was by default, made you calm down; not that you were in any less danger, the withered bunny animatronic was probably more dangeous to your sanity than the others, but at least you weren't going to die or be physically harmed... Yet "Hey Bonnie..." You sighed, shivering at the cold, metallic hand gently -as much as he could- pat your head, craving for your attention and for you to look at him "No𝙒, why d𝙊n't you 𝙏𝙀ll me w𝙃at ha𝙋pen𝙀d. In de𝙏ail."

You frowned in confusion at the words, trying to stay still when the metallic hand very gently scraped itself against your cheek, probably indicating at your tears "Oh..." You wanted to scoff, sarcastically explain everything but decided otherwise, the last time that happened it didn't end well "Just some small tears, it's nothing..." You hated it.

Hated how the withered animatronic could act so gentle towards you and it left you feeling comforted "I𝙏's alrigh𝙏 d𝙀are𝙎t, 𝙏hey'𝙍e no𝙏 nothing to 𝙈e... Som𝙀thing must've 𝙃𝘼ppened right? You kn𝙊w 𝙔ou can ta𝙇k to me..." Withered Bonnie cooed, reassuring you everything would be alright. Your voice was stuck to your throat, the knot on your throat making you feel sick, HE was the reason you were stuck in this room in the first place with no escape, only to get tormented by him and the other animatronics yet never to die.

It struck you as terrifying when the withered bunny animatronic started paying so much attention to you, the GOOD kind of attention, he wouldn't seek out to hurt you and even when you got caught by Withered Bonnie, the most he'd do is leave scratches and hand prints on you, maybe even make a few puns about his face when you weren't too busy screaming, you started to feel... Safe. Until the last night that is.

You had actually managed to talk with Bonnie a few times, so you were comfortable enough to say you'd be moving to the day shift soon after today and that's when he snapped, dragging you back to God knows where and locking you there, you could still here the mocking giggles and laughter as he did so, almost like the only reason the other animatronics didn't kill you was because Withered Bonnie had this twisted, crazy obsession on making you his and because of it they wanted to see how you'd suffer under the overbearing attention.

It was horrible, especially the early days, you would scream, cry and even fight back or attempt to escape but it just ended up worse, especially if another bot other than Withered Bonnie caught up to you, you wouldn't be able to move from the broken limbs. Everytime you could hear someone approaching, with every visit you hoped it was Withered Bonnie more and more, despite the overbearing claims of love he never physically hurt you...

Yet for some reason, with every visit, Withered Bonnie's presence was becoming more and more comforting, he would soothe you and make sure you're as alright as you could be in this place, sometimes even give you a laugh with his puns, he's your only source of comfort in this hell hole yet he's the reason you're stuck here as well.

The latter is becoming less and less of an important detail as time goes by.

"Just... Nothing, it really was nothing..." You mumbled, part of you didn't want to worry him and the other part knew he'd get mad, you were just reminding yourself of your life before this and had began crying, but he kept staring at you, red eyes flickering and almost getting impatient "I just... I just hate everyone here..." You finally admitted, Withered Bonnie's control on you day by day is getting stronger.

"... I u𝙉der𝙎tand." He admitted after a few seconds of silence, it lifted a burden off you, so he wasn't mad- "Th𝙀n t𝙃𝘼t mea𝙉𝙎 y𝙐u h𝘼𝙏e me 𝙏oo r𝙄𝙂ht? I'll l𝙀𝘼ve if t𝙃at'𝙎 t𝙃e c𝘼𝙎e." He was mad. It sent chills down your spine from how his glitched voice got even worse, the moment Withered Bonnie pulled away you latched onto him instead "N-no! Don't..." That's too soon, you didn't want to be left alone again, you didn't want to be alone!... And Withered Bonnie knew that

"Why? Don't 𝙔ou h𝘼te 𝙈e too?" He sarcastically reminded you, it made you bite your tongue, why did you have to open your mouth!? "N-No... I don't..." You admitted, tears threatening to spill again "I hate everyone else in this world BUT you!" You quickly clarified, looking up at Withered Bonnie, nearly starting to hyperventilate and hoping he didn't leave you alone for days at a time again.

"... Th𝘼t's better." A low chuckle came from him, of course Withered Bonnie felt bad about putting you in this state, but it was the only state where you'd solely listen to him and won't escape, and he could have you to himself alone this way "Goo𝘿, you're 𝙎o good 𝘿earest." He praised, the aggressive demeanor disappeared instantly, returning back to him petting you and keeping you close, warming up your body from the cold air, the way his voice glitched less and indicated his mood had gotten better made you stop trembling

It actually made him aww and coo in adoration when he saw how you calmed down immediately after that.

"I'll n𝙀ver lea𝙑e you alone again~"

[kanene-yaaay]

Talks, Teases and Tea

Warnings: I can’t think of any. They’re just talking about boundaries and lightly teasing and tickling ech other. Brief Ler!Aizawa and Lee!Hizashi with implied Lee!Toshinori. About 2500 words.

Kanene’s notes: Heya! I’ve been wanting to finish this fic for a while! I wanted to write a bit more about it because it is an interesting scenario but dfghjdfghjr I was already losing the tracks with this quite long fic, so, yay! I am glad I am finally sharing this w u all <3. I hope u like this ^v^

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Toshinori winced at his own smile, staring at the cup of tea in front of him with an intensity that wasn't really needed. His gaze flicked quickly across the two guests in the room, analysing the situation. Aizawa drank his tea slowly, partly oblivious to Hizashi, who kept drumming his finger on the tabletop in a rhythm he was sure he heard somewhere, humming a song. Their gazes locked together and Toshinori couldn't help the slight blush which traveled to his cheeks. They quickly averted their eyes.

Aizawa's loud, exasperated sigh flew across the room. "You two are ridiculous."

Hizashi and Toshinori broke down in giggles, not really denying the black haired teacher words, the acknowledgement of how they, professional heroes trained to act through the nervousness and pressure, just spent minutes deviating glares and blushing like teenagers in love making them only laugh harder.

"It's kind of silly, isn't it?" Yagi was the first to get himself together, softly smiling under Shouta's intense eyes.

"Yes." The aforementioned retorted. "But it's necessary."

"We can't say it isn't even a bit awkward, though." Hizashi contemplated, stirring a spoon on his untouched drink. His smile became wicked as he wiggled his fingers in front of Aizawa's face. "Aren't you nervous about sharing your deepest desires with us, Shou?"

He yelped as the other batted his hand away, scoffing, not unkindly. "Stop, you're scaring Toshinori."

The attention switched to the taller one. Showing vulnerability was difficult to all of them, but to the former number one hero it sometimes felt as if he would never be able to fully do it.

He was working on that.

"Oh, shit, sorry,  I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, Hizashi-san." Yagi scratched at his neck, wondering if the hot feeling painting his cheeks would ever disappear. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you with it." His grin was small, but honest.

Aizawa did his best to not get up from his chair and hide Toshinori on his capture weapon before he killed him with cuteness, just as he did with his cats. At his side, Hizashi made a show of placing his hands on his chest and crying "My heart!" dramatically as if he just got shot. All Might's face got even redder.

"Right." The erasure hero started before his urge became stronger. "Let's start with a safeword."

"Right." Yagi beamed, getting a small notepad in hands and hurrying to find a blank space on it. 

He looked up when no more suggestions filled the air, only to find a very amused green gaze staring right at him as the other grumbled something about not being awake enough for that and stole Hizashi's tea. "Toshi, dear, what are you doing?"

"I'm, uh, actually I…" He cleaned his throat. "My memory is kind of bad so I was wondering that I could, maybe, take notes?”

"Will they be coded?"

"Yes."

“Then I don’t care. Do what works for you.”

"Oooh," Yamada popped in, hands resting on the tabletop as his body inclined forward. "Clever! Such a clever idea! Can you teach it to me later? And let me take pictures?"

"O-of course, Hizashi-san."

Shouts huffed, amused. "You know he will use all that information against you, right?"

"Shhh! Shou, don’t expose my evil plan!"

"Maybe we could use the Spotlight system?" Yagi cut their bickering, knowing the lengths they could take their playfulness and he really doubted he would have the courage to finish this conversation another day.

"Bo-o-ring! We should choose something more unique and new! Something more like..." The blonde's eyes suddenly gathered a dangerous glint. "I am here."

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"No, no, no, Toshinori-san, hear me out, hear me out!" His words almost couldn't be understood across his crackles, the voice hero trying to make the Number One hero to stop hiding his face, knowing that any attempt of reasoning about this with Aizawa would be quickly ignored. "Think about it! Think carefully about it!"

The called one peaked between the fingers of the hand, opening his mouth to vehemently protest against the use of his hero persona’s trademark phrase, but then, in that exact moment Yamada pointed to Shouta.

Suddenly, a very clear image of his gloomy, reserved coworker, with a gigantic smile plastered on his face shouting "I am here!" between his frantic, low laughter filled his mind.

He took a steady breath.

"I am tempted," was his final verdict.

"Yes!"

"I refuse."

"Democracy is really a bitch isn't it?" Hizashi pouted in fake empathy. "I promise I won't tease you... too much."

"I can and will kill you both before that. I am an underground hero, I have my ways."

Yagi chuckled. "I still believe we could use the spotlight system, too. It's faster."

"Noo, Toshinori-san! We were almost winning!"

Aizawa flicked him on the forehead, lips quirking upwards before he sobered. "We also need a word to signal a need for a break and a non verbal one. That is not negotiable."

Hizashi blinked, red dusking his initially confident expression. "Oh, yeah, this is actually a very good idea."

"For the non verbal we could tap out?"

"Nope. I trash around too much, probably would do this without even realizing it…" How could Yamada talk so freely about this, Yagi would never truly understand. "Ah, I know! We could just snap our fingers!” He was fast to demonstrate his words. “Quick and easy!"

"And we could use Break as the other one, everyone agrees?" Aizawa nodded at the affirmative sounds said by the others. "Good. Bondage?"

Silence.

"I am… not very comfortable with it as the ler, but…" Hizashi drummed his fingers harder on the tabletop, stopping only when Aizawa gave his mug back, happy in occupying his antsy hands with it. "Sometime... When I am in a strong Lee mood, I like the light ones?"

"Always ask before, then." Yagi smiled kindly at him before scribbling that down. "Shouta-san?"

"Yes. Just not my arms."

"Right."

"And you Toshinori-san?"

The pencil stopped for a second. Yagi chuckled nervously. 

"...I don't really know."

He couldn't describe it. That not quite quite, but definitely there, feeling that accommodated on his chest everytime he thought about it.

"It's okay." Yamada reassured. "It's never too late to discover and try it! When you feel comfortable enough to do that, of course. Also, don’t forget: just one word and we will stop."

"This talk is important exactly because of that."

Warmth filled Yagi’s chest at care and the safety that flowed from each act, each word from the other two.

"Of course." His tune then became serious. When did he get so soft in the first place? "And, if any of your preferences change, warn me. This needs to be comfortable for all of us, right?"

"Will do."

Shouta hummed in agreement.

"Okay. Aaand what about petnames?"

Suddenly, Yagi was very, very happy for having that conversation in person and not through shy, quick messages in their shared group - how he first intended for it to be,- because otherwise he wouldn't have had the gold opportunity to watch how fast Aizawa’s face was able to blush entirely with a single sentence.

The Erasure Hero lifted his gaze, gave a quick glance between Hizashi’s smug expression and Toshinori’s truly awed one and immediately shrunk on his chair, arms crossed and grumpy grubbles being chewed under his breath, the red on his features still shining brightly. 

“Fuck.” Both of the other two integrants in the room snickered at the curse.

“Baaabeee.~”

“Shut up. I hate you.”

“My deeear, my adorably, adorable blushy toyy.~”

Shouta twitched in his place, an uncontrollable wobbly smile opening its way to his lips, butterflies jumping and dancing non stop on his stomach. He shrunk even further on the chair, refusing to hide his face only because he knew how much of a fuel that would be for both blondes.

(And, maybe because deep down, he liked the attention he was receiving.) 

“I am going to leave.”

“Aww, why? The serious, grumpy Shouta can’t stand letting his bestest friends knowing that he is actually a soft, adorable, flustered-” at each adjective Hizashi ignored the other’s - admitelly fake - sharp gaze in order to poke his stomach with every word. “-little wiggle lee?”

It took just a blink of an eye. In a second Yamada was tormenting him, having an absolute blast with the way Shouta’s blush was travelling all the way to his neck, chest shaking with his attempts to trap the bubbling giggles inside, and, on the other, the underground hero used their proximity to grab the Voice Hero’s hand and twist him so the blond would be trapped on his arms, a surprised high pitched sound flying the air.

“I would be very careful with my next words, if I were you.” The black haired hero adjusted them so his low tune would hit directly Hiazhi’s unprotected, and also very sensitive, ears, that act alone being able to fish more whining noises from the blond.

“And you.” Toshinori couldn’t help the way his soft smile turned into a nervous one when those black, deep eyes stared directly on the bottom of his soul, the redness of his face taking some of the sharpness of his words, however. “Don’t think you’re out of danger just because there is a table between us. We know I’m faster.”

“I wouldn’t dream about it, Shouta-san.” Yagi replied with an amused placating gesture, his entire face filled with softness. “I was just appreciating how considerate and attentive it was from Hizashi-san’s part to bring up such an important topic and also how great it was for you to let him have some fun before your immediate reaction.”

He watched with a sweet interest and a polite faked confusion, as if he couldn’t understand the impact his words and the implications they held, as their faces were set on flames again with his blunt honesty. 

“You’re on thin fucking ice.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shouta-san!” The former number one hero chipped before innocently writing down a few more lines on his notes.

“Yagi-san!” Yamada whined. “I thought we were a team! Partners in crime! Two forces that gathered together to bring Shouta down. How could you betray me like that?!”

Toshinori just grinned free of any guilt, not taking long before he sobered again. “Is there, however, any nickname you’re not comfortable with, Shouta-san, Hizashi-san?”

The one with vivid green eyes seemed lost in thought for a moment, so the underground hero’s grumbles were easily noticed in the sudden silence.

“Just don’t call me any variation of ‘pet’ and you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you.” Toshinori replied, writing that information down as well.

“Oh, yeah, I just remembered something. It’s not really a nickname and more of a situation? I think it can be called that?” Hizashi cocked his head to the side, fingers tapping on the temple of his glasses. “I mean, it’s not the topic here and I can wait for when talk about it, of course! I just literally remembered it-”

“Hizashi. Spill it.”

“Right. Okay. Hm, don’t call for help while we’re at it?”

Shouta furrowed his eyebrows, not really getting the reason for the wish. His gaze found Yagi’s one and found confusion there as well, however both were quick to let it be buried  away by understanding.

If Hizashi wanted to share his reasoning in the future, he would. It was not in their place to question his boundaries.

“Of course, dear.”

Hizashi could barely describe the warm, nice feeling filling his chest when he heard Toshinori calling him that, immediately melting when Aizawa gave his back a few light scratches, not enough to tickle, but just the nice tad of a good, comforting gesture.

“Softies, softies. All of you.” He sing sang cheerfully at them.

A squeeze on his tummy made a loud squeal cut any other teasing he might come up with. “I can show Yagi how soft you can be.” Aizawa purred, his hands slowly crawling to strategic, ticklish spots on his belly and thighs. 

“Shouta. Shouta, wait! Y-you know I was only kidding, my dear, my sunshine, my old pal, my very kind, very, very forgiving friend!” Yamada’s wiggles become stronger, titters spilling from his lips in between his pleas, body squirming and trying to escape from the other’s still strong hold.

“Don’t think you will able to escape so easily, not after the whole ‘petnames’ topic you decided to bring up.” His titters evolved to fast giggles when Aizawa decided it would be a good idea to place surprising pokes and prodding on his skin. “Also, a serious, sad face doesn’t fit you.”

“We stihihill have to finish the conversation!” Aizawa hummed, not convinced. “Yagi, my hero, tell him!”

Toshinori wouldn’t point himself as a coward, really. He had faced and battled against all kinds of villains with a reassuring smile and a booming laughter on the tip of his tongue, he had survived a meeting with Nedzu and Gran Tourino’s training.

However, as Aizawa’s smirk was thrown in his direction in sync with a sharp, playful gaze, he couldn’t stop the excited squeak that escaped from his mouth.

Also, at the scene of a previously smug Yamada giggling himself silly and staring at him with a fake pout, maybe he couldn’t help but feel a little playful, as well. Besides, even though he would deny it until his end days, Yagi knew how much soft Aizawa truly was when it came to the people he cared about, therefore the underground hero would be careful to not cross any of the blond’s boundaries. 

“Oh, my, it seems like the tea is cold.” He got up, gathering the cups on his arms. “Maybe we could take a deserved break before discussing the rest of the topics, right? I will make more tea.” And he grinned, light and innocently, at Hizashi’s energetic protests, which grew more less like words and more like a mess of laughter, snorts and giggles as the tallest friend directed himself to the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of tickles, Aizawa stared at the smiley mess on his hold with a dangerous shine on his eyes.

“You’re really a tickle monster, aren’t you?” Hizashi chuckled.

“It’s not my fault that he really believes he can escape from the same fate of yours.”

Yamada huffed a laugh, lightly smacking his arms. “Go. But soon enough I will catch my breath, so don’t forget to watch your back. ~”

Aizawa gave his hips a warning pinch before snorting as he got up, looking at the kitchen’s direction with a smirk on his face. “Good luck with that.”

Needless to say, they had a very giggly break.

[devilslinks]

# 𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔 !

— 𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗕 𝗙𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 | 𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔, 𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥.

wc; ( 3.2k )

synopsis; your best friend, raihan and you find yourselves eager to get intoxicated in one another's company. what better place than a night-club, dim lights, the overwhelmin' musk of the various alcoholic beverages; it's every guy pairs wet dream. that is until raihan gets shit-faced and excuses himself to the restroom while he pukes up his spiked guts. only to return to watch his sister take you balls deep, down her throat.

a/n: no brain, only nessa and her magical throat 🤝

warnings. MINORS DNI, NSFW CONTENT, family!au, raihan and nessa are siblings, club sex, intoxication, dirty talk, the name princess, deep throating, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, throat fucking, cum eating, flirty!nessa, jealous!raihan, exhibitionism, voyeurism.

euphoria.

that was the only word that came mind when raihan and you got involved in recreational activities like you did. galar was a go big or go home type of region, and the two of you stayed true to that motto. the itchy, messily thrown together suits that matched all the way down to the type of socks you had on— the overexcessive amounts of booze, and the loud music which just barely drowned out the fits of laughter and discussion littered throughout the packed club. as soon as the doors opened, flooding your senses with nothing but the sickly sweet, aroma of sex and other intoxicating chemicals; that's how you knew the had night begun.

the two of you had been indulging, before you arrived on the scene— time seemed to blur together with head-spinning speeds or come to a full halt at the worst of moments. you don't even know how long you'd been locking eyes with the transparent shapes and manufactured blurbs dancing across the wall a good, twenty, maybe thirty feet adjacent to your seat at the drink counter. the weight of something too heavy for your alcohol infused mind to register until the bar hostess was practically brewing with irritation at your non-compliance with her attempts to have you regain control of your dazed state; sat lazily in-between your pointer finger and thumb, respectively.

hell you don't even remember waddling over to the bar with the company you had brought with you. but you didn't mind, the painfully challenging to recall memories mattered not when there was already another drink swirling around the rim of your shot-glass. raihan's shifty frame wiggling in and out of your peripherals as you tug the half-empty cup to the skin of your lips, craning your head back to knock down whatever liquid remained at the bottom. the delicious burn of toxins coated the lining of your throat, trails of steamy fluid leaving their mark as the mystery liquor made it way down your esophagus. whatever it was, it packed a punch and wasted no time forcing your lips to curve into a bitter sneer— eyebrows shadowing your face in a sour demeanor, as you used the hem of your suit sleeve to whisk away any spilt mixture that tarnished your cherry red lips.

you hardly have the chance to open your mouth for a second time to address the swaying body, huddled closer the counter than it is to your own. raihan is a total mess, loopsy, and feverishly hot skin to compliment— he's stained a harsh, sickly green against his natural melanin tone. doubling over in either pain or the sudden flow of too many drinks pooling in his system; whatever the emotion he was enduring was, he wasted not a second longer before hustling off into the large gathering of people. disappearing before his lips could slur the final word, missing from his dialect.

“hh..h fuck- my stomach is gonna explode, i'll catch you-” his gravely tone churning into the backdrop just as quickly as he initiated the conversation; the familiar hum of lyrics to a song you couldn't quite place your finger on replaced whatever words raihan had previously gargled out before dashing off towards the public restrooms.

your head feels like it weighs a metric ton this late into the night, threatening to tumble forward as if your neck had lost any and all of it's support. your eyelids pulling down roughly over your eyes like window shades before the sudden wave of loneliness hit you like a truck. fiddling with the collar of your dress-shirt was entertaining enough to fill the void that was the now empty stool, where your best friend once resided. but that quick fix subsided rather easily and the once overwhelming presence of boredom had returned to take a seat.

and then, so did she.

“shit, rai- back so soon? you alright?” your vision was foggy and adorned with blurry bits here and there— but it was still evident enough to make out that, whoever was indeed now in your friend's seat, was not the person you had chauffeured to the club with.

“damn, do i really look, that bad? it's me, y/n. the painfully better looking sibling. what did that idiot put in your drink?” the speech is followed by a laugh. it was a warm and inviting chuckle, one that seemed to relax every muscle in your liquor tense body the moment she parted her spit silken lips. you had been in her company earlier that evening, which made it a tad easier for your incoherent mindset to process it. but nevertheless it was hard not to distinguish who the women paying you a visit was at this point, even if you hadn't engaged with her previously; nessa was infamous for those enchanting looks. and in your dumbified state, those gorgeous navy locks tied together by aquamarine highlights were one of a kind and stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the room of normal presenting citizens. though your brain didn't want to pick-up any of your surroundings, you found it quite easy to fawn over her in that ebony dress and the way it hugged her curves in all the right places.

“fuck.. nes' when'd you get so.. so.” you couldn't even find the energy or hell, the words to cough up the remainder of the sentence, you were so taken aback by how stunning she was, even behind your bleary, drunk eyes. but nessa wasn't oblivious— you were sure she had picked up the hint you had layed out so bluntly, and the warm palm slowly inching up your clothed thigh secured that suspension for you.

“not even so much as a greeting? you didn't even buy me a drink first; asshole.”

her words are firm, yet so light hearted at the same time; but just enough to set your arousal over the edge. your headspace so vulnerable to teasing that you're certain she knew what she was doing to your conflicted mind and body. her sly fingers are enough to coax you to shuffle your bar-stool closer to her's— not a single word wriggled around your throat in response, instead the tangy after-tase of alcohol still heavy on your tongue distracted you and you were sure the whole bar could acknowledge your intoxicated musk.

her features held so many different emotions at once, as she pryed you for a reply— trying to tell you each one obscured behind that pretty face, way too quickly for you to decipher. her brows furrowed quizzically, one tilted slightly higher than the other as her half lidded doe-eyes stared up at you like prey at a final stand off with their predator; just humbly surrending their body to the circle of life.

“hah, you're one to.. talk, nes' just because 'm out of it- doesn't mean my numb skin can't feel your heavy hand toying with my waistband.” the both of you swiftly changed direction, heads leering down at nessa's free hand. you were infact correct, you observed as the woman swirled shapes into the expensive leather of your belt. pulling bits between her fingers now and then as she silently struggled with the metalic buckle. your groin swelled tightly, gripping your boxers closer to the fat bulge behind your suit pants; it would take an idiot not to take notice of the wrinkled fabric secured around your aching dick. her skin felt like a furnace, contrasting your slightly cooler temperature— but with her body pressing so desperately to yours, you were sure the warmth from her melted over onto your feverish flesh. the damp, sheen of anxious sweat made the fabric of your suit, dewy. sticking slightly against your hellish skin.

“mm, i guess i was wrong about the greeting part— hello there, you look happy to see me.” not a hint of shame obscured her voice, you're miserably watching nessa shift her weight as she now palms at the mound between your legs. you've seen countless renditions of this night loop in your head, but now that the scenario is a reality; it's agonizing to try to contain your primal urges, face to face. it's a chore not to profess all the vile things you wanna carry out with her, but she's already one step ahead. that glare is dangerous, it makes you feel like she's trying convey that the two of you are already in on something devious.

“let me take care of you.. y/n.”

“let me treat you, nessa.”

the both of you drawl out in what would be perfect unison if your mind wasn't foggy and running slower than usual. you had both finally voiced the elephant in the room, the one which was just positively dripping with thick tension up until this moment in time. you're still squirming under nessa's grip, she can feel you whine and pant everytime she gives your cock a light squeeze between her fingers and it's not long before the two of you are absent from the bar and clawing at one another's linen around the corner. closest to any vacant area within eye-shot. well, as vacant as a small room seperated from the bustling club-life can get.

did you think the night would come to a close with your friend's sister skillfully sucking the soul out of your sloppy cock? not in a million years, but you'd be damned if you didn't want it to end on any other note. nessa fell to her knees before the two of you even made it out of view— planting herself in-between your thighs like she was a trained professional; no flaws in her technique as her tongue slid obediently from her mouth and latches onto the moist fabric masking her mouth's destination. nessa's fingers are long and slender, as they snake up your hips and meet at the belt tangled around your waist. you can feel your cock pumping against the seams of your pants, the uncomfortable sensation making it appear as though you'd rip through the cloth if your cock was imprisoned a second longer.

with the head-splitting atmosphere of the club playlist stretching and stuffing your ears to the brim with fast pitched edm that made your skull pound and jitter. as well as the added hum of the gym leader whispering inaudible nothings against your bulge as she at last pushed your pants down, and past your ankles; material getting caught on the fancy design of your shoes. you felt like you were on the brink of death, but the enticing appeal of hooking up with your best friend's relative kept your iron-will alive long enough to rough it out and pass the irritation that came with being black-out drunk.

your storm of worries fizzled just as quickly as they sprung up, maybe it was the alcohol but you swear this girl had the hands of the divine; you were washed away into infatuation once more. nessa's teeth hike up your boxers until they meet the waistline, pulling down on the hem with a familiar aggressiveness as she relishes in the way your big dick pops to life and looms over her lustful features; all chubby 'n decorated with veins fer' her viewing pleasure.

“shit.. i'm gonna have so much fun with your cock. you wanna make your stupid slut already? my mouth is just asking for it.” the first piece is low and almost voiced as if it was meant for her ears only— but the second half is most definitely directed at you; as she tilts her head to plant a few delicate lovebites along the base of your shaft. fingers looping gracefully around your hilt as she admires the girth you carry.

“fuck..” you hiss, cock twitching violently as you pleaded with sinful eyes. she had barely started her reign over your dick before guttural groans and mewls slid past your lips. the sensation of her tiny tastebuds as they trailed over the little glob of pre-cum that drooled from your cockhead was insatiable. the sudden action sent your hips forward almost automatically, like they instinctively acted on impulse; it felt so right. merely a few inches breached past her lips but there was enough speed and prowess in your thrust to drag a surprise gag from the mouth attached to your dick.

impatience was on the horizon, the buzz from copious amounts of alcohol had knocked down a few pegs. you were now fully aware of the figure positioned at your feet like she was praying for a god, and soon you'd make her chant like she was being fucked by one as well. broad fingers clamped down, squishing both sides of her jaw while simultaneously easing your length deeper, and deeper down her gullet like your dick was her last meal on earth. you throw your head back before letting it fall forward against the wall, watching those desperate dark iris' pool with puddles of lust that seem to be neverending.

“come'on princess, you know how badly you want this-- you gonna let me ruin this pretty throat?” you thumb over her warm cheeks, eyes glossy and threatening to ruin the simple makeup she applied before she arrived. the uncomfortable stretch of her esophagus molding as your cock fills the empty gaps in her throat with every inch you have; is one that isn't unfamiliar to her. dragging your pulsating veins along the dip in her mouth, her tongue greedily laps up any and all of the skin yet to be consumed by her.

“jesus.. fuck, oh fuck. take it, nes'. shit.” your cock fully slips into her, heavy and swollen as it spears her right down the middle; eyes rolling back into her skull as it's just too fucking big. bigger than anything she's previously had inside of her, anyway. your core bleeds with spots of warmth as you take the time to bask in the way every individual wall in her mouth feels as it constricts you almost painfully. sucking you in before she slides you back out of her throat once more; repeating the tedious cylce that has the two of you in a heated frenzy.

despite all the sudden and erratic pain, nessa bobs her head in sync, coaxing you to go as deep as humanly possible. rocking your hips as they snap against her face with every good fuck you give her— watching yourself grow rapidly from the outside of her neck, the moist skin now holding a curved bump near the middle. nessa takes the initiative. removing a hand from one of your thighs, she uses four fingers to lightly push and stroke the bulge; almost as if she was jerking you off while you ravaged her inards.

she knew exactly what she was doing, and it had you riled the fuck up.

you picked up the pace, delirious from the amount of stimulation your precious cock was receiving. with your erection fully encased by her face and your dick bouncing off the gummy walls of her gullet, you could tell her throat was already forming bruises with a throbbing soreness to compliment, time come the morning. your rough hands dig behind the back of her head, hands feeling lost amongst her ocean of hair— beautiful locks just perfect for pulling. you yank her face forward, lowering yours as well to not only established authority but to get your point across to the cockdrunk slut mindlessly slobbering all over your messy shaft.

“mfph-- please, cum.. i want- all!” you can just barely string together what sounds like whines for more— i guess she can sense just how close the knot in your stomach is to bursting because she grips the back of your thighs and tugs them forward with whatever coherent muscle strength she has remaining. just in time for the tension in your core to coil tighter and tighter, the lowerhalf of your body trembling with all the signs of an incoming orgasm.

“does my dumb little girl wanna be fucked, that, bad? hah, fuck nes' what would your brother think?” you mock so cruelly, totally disregarding the fact that there is a slim possibility, raihan is searching for the lost pair. and it just so happens that nessa's poor little brother had been observing for a little over half the engagement. fist wrapped around his pathetic cock, suit collar pulled between his fangs, ocean blue eyes fixated on you; your hip strength, the way you rolled and plunged balls deep into his sibling. his body felt so empty, only riding his high off the two of yours', praying he'd finish before you caught him lurking like a sleaze. it was so unfair, why did nessa get to taste your sultry cock before he did?

you can feel the bass reverberate in nessa's throat as her lips nip at your hilt, impatiently trying to babble out a response adequate enough to your liking. her mind is flying, no correct sense of direction as it attempts to form a reply, but all that breaks past the barrier is a few pitiful mewls. her nose is burried in your pubes and she's lost all feeling in her throat, only motivating her to show off the lump on her neck even more. you watch as your length disappears into the depths of her mouth for the hundredth time that night, hands pushing down the lacy strap of her dress in a last ditch effort to find something other than her hair to latch onto for support. her scalp is on fire and she can only accept the stinging sensation as the roughness of your thrusts increase in magnitude.

the club is filled to the brim with lewd moans and needy pants; those of which included raihan's. every inch of her esophagus is being used— you happily ram your cock down her throat a few more times, your balls were quivering wildly. contracting and spasming, boiling with a fat wad of potent seed all ready to venture inside of her. nessa squeals, feeling a thick bulge travel up the length of your cock, up to the head and straight on her tongue; some spurts flowing down her neck while the rest collected in her mouth. painting her insides a translucent white that would surely stain.

just for good measure, nessa deep throats your empty dick with a few simple strokes; a white, sticky ring forming around the base of your shaft after she detached from your dick. a lewd pop, followed by a line of stringy saliva connected her lips to your bottomed out cock before she ruined the trail by letting her tongue lull from behind her teeth. letting you get a nice overhead view of her empty mouth, watching as the last bits of your load traveled down her throat and out of sight for good.

“god.. such a g'girl. you sucked on my cock so nicely, princess. wasn't that a way to end the night?” a blissed out smile creeps over your face, marveling in the aftermath you caused. you gave the right side of her face a few taps from your cock— dried tears and sloppy makeup tainting her cheeks. cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, as a cocktail of her own spit and your semen coats the back of her throat. it was all one big look of;

euphoria.

[darthwheezely]

high noon - g.w.

summary: your favorite ranger of the West doesn’t take too kindly to people that try to take what’s his

pairing: cowboy!george x saloon dancer!reader

warnings: NSFW/SMUT MINORS DNI: unprotected sex, gun kink, oral sex (male receiving), mentions of possible prostitution, alcohol, gun violence, brief non consensual touching, pet kink (being called a foal and a mare), breeding kink, rough sex, fingering

THIGHS ARE LABELLED AS MILKY WHITE BECAUSE WHITE -ISH FULL BODY MAKEUP WAS V COMMON FOR CANCAN DANCERS

a/n: i actually wrote this back in february for my friend mads @lumosandnoxwriting and i just also wanted to share it here - also she gave me an idea for a part two so - hopefully that’ll be a thing sometime soon!

The saloon was crowded. A bit too crowded.

George didn’t like crowded,the amount of people in the saloon (really men, let’s be honest) always gave him a bit of a case of the jitters, his hand always sliding to his holster just to make sure his gun was still intact. He hated having witnesses in case something (or someone) went wrong.

Right now, his eyes were glued to you up on that stage, his hands shootin’ whiskey as he watched you on stage, your deep crimson dress flicking up as you kicked your legs. This was George’s favorite time, watching you in your tight corset and dress, kicking up and bending over and flashing your skivvies as his rum brown eyes focused on you like a hawk.

He had long thought about the way your chest was all the way pushed up and your thighs milky white and pulsing with vitality, and in fact had many a round with you in that state. Maybe it was the garish rouge on your cheeks or the way your hair bounced as you heaved in breaths, or maybe the way you smiled cheekily at the audience: but by God, you were doing a shit ton more than dancing tonight.

Your usual nights of lovemaking and fucking were upstairs above the stage and the saloon itself, the cheap beds in the inn and the smells of sweat and gunpowder in the air as you spent hours bouncing on him, your garters and corset the only things left on your body as you rode him like a bronco.

Tonight, though, things were a bit different. George had noticed you being sought after and stared at by none other than Sherriff Diggory. The boy had had an eye on you since he discovered you an unmarried woman, unable to keep his pockets and mouth away from the saloon owner, Mr. Carrow. Carrow saw you as the prize winner, and because of that, was incredibly forceful of Cedric’s advances.

George knew this, but tonight?

Enough was enough.

You had been kicking up your skirts and doing your usual routine, flashing an O shape of your mouth for extra spice at your lover, a smirk dripping from his mouth. However, his opponent Diggory decided he’d make a bold move as he watched you dance. With a flick of his tongue, he got on the edge of his seat and waited until you were all the way bent over, slapping your ass, the crowd roaring in hilarity. It was then that George snapped, your face tightly smiling to recover from the pain you’d been caused.

George fingered his holster and took another shot of his whiskey.

-

You made your way back to the front of the saloon with the other dancers, all of them cooing and laughing at Miss Y/N, the girl who got touched by Cedric Fuckin’ Diggory.

How grand.

The men had started to paw at you from the moment you got the gig. You were gorgeous, a light afresh in a dark corner. And the men knew that. You had locked eyes with George, you began to make your way over to him, when Cedric stepped in front of you.

“Miss Y/N, could I have a word?”

“Mr. Diggory, please I need to be on my way-“ you started sheepishly before he grabbed your arm.

“I don’t think you have the right to say no to me do you, girl?” He growled, before you heard the familiar click of a gun.

“I’m sorry, fella, what was that?” You turned to see your lover, your only man you willingly accepted into your bed with his pistol cocked directly at Cedric’s temple. Cedric dropped your arm and held his hands in the air.

“George, p-please it was just a-“

“Now, Ceddy, I think we both know a comment from a harassment and you’re a rich boy, and certainly not a dumb one,” he began to push his head and therefore, his body, towards the stage. All was silent in the saloon, the familiar piano and cleaning of glasses no longer a symphony. You watched your boyfriend, angry and tense, his arms practically bursting out of his button up shirt with the gun to your harassers head and had to bite your lip from groaning at the sight.

“Go on, pardner, dance for me,” George said stepping back behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed a kiss to your neck as he again motioned for Cedric to dance.

“Go on. Dance.” George spat. When Cedric refused to answer, George nodded to himself, smiling harshly, and firing shots all around Cedric’s feet, causing him to jump violently as to avoid getting shot at. The crowd in the saloon hollered with laughter at the man on the stage jumping frantically and screaming at the violent noises, and you felt your core tighten at the way George was holding your waist with one hand and ruining this man with the other. Your knees buckled at the feeling of George’s mouth on your neck before he finally slid the pistol back into his holster, and took your hand, sliding you away from the crowd.

Time to take you for a ride.

-

From the minute the door shut to the inn room, he was on you like a cat, his mouth angrily and roughly moving against yours while his calloused and adorned hands pressed you against the wall. He needed to claim you, his jealousy and anger swelling in his chest the entire night.

“Was my little foal excited to see me?” He murmured in your ear, his hands sliding up the back of your thighs to pick you up, his eyes drawn to the way your breasts heaved and were practically exposed to the entirety of him. He found your mouth again as he lifted you and brought you to the bed, his hands already working at the stays of your dress, pulling the bodice and skirt off completely - leaving you in only garters, skivvies, and your corset.

“Y/N, you liked that didn’t you?” He chuckled running his hands along the smooth skin of your thighs.

“Liked what, Georgie?” You whispered breathily. He looked directly at you and slapped your thighs, your gasp and the reverberated noise echoing in the room.

“Don’t be cute, you liked how I was firing my shooter at Cedric, didn’t you?” His lips curled in a sly grin as he watched your eyes widen in embarrassment.

“N-no, Georgie, of course not,” you whined shaking your head vehemently. He tutted and dragged a finger up your clothed core, watching your eyes flutter close.

“Hmm. I think you’re lying, baby,” he purred, his hands picking up from her legs and to his holster, toying with the gun in his hands.

“I think you liked it.” He grinned wider as you shifted, the embarrassment that your thighs had indeed been soaked to the brim with arousal, clear to George as he dipped his fingers into your dripping cunt, his thumb orbiting on your clit as you arched your back.

“Go on, princess, tell me how much you love my gun,” he pressed his thumb harder onto your clit as you cried out weakly.

“Y-yes, Georgie, love your pistol so much, love when you cock it, please” you weakly tried to pull yourself up but George was always faster. In an instant he pressed the unloaded gun to the center of your chest.

“You trust me, baby?” He cooed.

“Always, Georgie.” You whimpered, nodding. He licked his bottom lip and began dragging the pistol around your breasts to your nipple pushing and flicking the hardened bud lightly.

“George, touch me, please” you gasped, your back screaming from how far you were pushing it up. He just shook his head and chuckled the barrel of the gun drifting until it was dipping under your panties, a high whine eliciting from your throat.

“Y/N, baby, you want these off?”

“Mhm…”

“Then you gotta beg, baby.”

“George, please, I need you to, been wanting and waiting so bad,” he began to toy with your skivvies, slowly pulling them down.

“Who were you dancing for up there, baby? Was it Cedric? Or Carrow? Or Adrian? Or Fred even?”

“No, Georgie, just you, only ever for you - oh” George had dipped the gun into you, your pussy finally clenching around what it needed. His pistol was warm, temperature fresh from being shot at the Diggory bastard not but an hour ago. George was moving it deliciously in your cunt, moving you like a stand up doll, controlling every mechanization of your body with every thrust.

“George, please, let me suck your cock,” you moved to sit up and this time George let you, immediately pulling the gun from your cunt and letting it hang on your bottom lip. His mouth was watering as you immediately began to lick the barrel, tasting yourself on the pistol, before he sank it into your mouth. He’d swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful, his woman with his gun in her mouth, sucking like it was a lollipop. Her hands crept to his pants and he didn’t say no, he wanted it, needed it even, to have his cock freed. Your hands went to his bare cock and used your thumb to draw tight but soft circles on his tip. He threw his head back and moaned and pulled the pistol from your mouth.

“Got another barrel I need you to suck, baby cakes,” he winked and your cunt clenched around nothing at his lewd joke. You began kitten licking his cockhead, watching as a line of saliva pulled from your mouth before sliding your lips further down where he needed you. Your hands came to wrap around the flesh you couldn’t reach, and the sounds of his sinful groans and gasps only spurred you on. You bobbed your mouth around him, taking in the taste of him, he tasted like he always did, of Amber whiskey and cheap spice - but to you he tasted like the finest wine you’d ever drank. Sucking on George was a luxury experience, and you relished it everytime.

He started fucking into your mouth and throat, his massive length pushing further into you where you needed it, but gagging around him nonetheless. He loudly gasped and fisted your hair, pulling you harder.

“Fuck, Y/N, just...just taking me so good, love how sinful you look, sucking on me like that.” You hummed around him, the vibrations thrumming around his body. He quickly took one of his hands from your hair and picked up his pistol, bringing it to your clit.

“Babygirl gets a treat, ain’t that right?” He chuckled breathily, his pistol pressing harder on your clit as he was pushed on by your whines. The pistol was toying with you like the man in your mouth, but you could feel his release coming, his telltale signs and sounds erupting all in front of you.

“That’s it, my precious mare, good job,Y/N, good fucking job,” he praised harshly, his hips sloppily jolting in your mouth.

“Oh God, oh fuck, Y/N” he groaned, and with a cry of your name he had barely enough time to pull back and shoot his ammunition down your throat, both his guns pressing where you needed them, bringing you to your release as well. He watched you swallow all of him, his cock already more than half hard at the sight alone, plus his pistol was soaked with you, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean, his eyes on you the whole time.

When he was done he began to undress, his shirt coming off and bearing the brand of when he was imprisoned for dueling in the streets, and the number 5 in Roman numerals - a sign that he was the fifth son of the Weasley clan, a harbored and hallowed family of the West. There was never a time where you didn’t let your eyes drape over every scar and bruise from his daily fights and duels and scuffles. He was a fallen angel, and you his demonic love.

You feverishly helped him strip, giggling at the way your hands pried and peeled clothes from his body, and when he was completely naked, he pinned you back on the bed. His mouth began to suck unholy bruises and marks on the tops of your breasts (“so everyone knows who’s dancing for me”) and his finger trailed a delicate line down the center of your torso to your clit, you whining at the overstimulation.

“Georgie, Georgie need your-“

“I know, baby, I know,” he said softly, prsssing a kiss to your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip. He took his cock in one hand stroking it three times before lining himself up at your entrance, enjoying how you squirmed your hips to try and get him inside you as much as you could.

“So needy, aren’t you?” He quipped, pushing just his tip in her and gasping at the connection.

“Seems you’re just as needy as me, Georgie” you smirked and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in halfway from the pressure. You both moaned lewdly, and it took everything in to pull him out and slam back in, finally fucking into you the way you needed it.

The pace he set was violent, a symphony of skin slapping, you could feel every throb and pulse of his cock inside you as he fucked relentlessly into you. He was hitting every nerve, every sensory bud in your body, and with every thrust and snap of his hips you gasped for breath. He hiked a leg up on one of his shoulders.

“You want me to fill you up, baby? Give you a big fucking litter of my colts?” He growled into your earlobe.

“P-please, George, need so many colts” you whined, him switching arms as he brought up the other leg to his shoulder.

“Yeah? Gonna fill up a whole fucking ranch just with my litter? My babies prancing around in your tummy?” He grunted, circling your clit again. He was close but he would do everything in his power to send you over the edge. He braced your thighs and slapped them hard.

“C’mon, my pretty mare, buck those hips. Gonna prove to me you can handle all my little foals.” You cried out loudly as your stallion sent the last of your strength out the window, your legs and cunt squeezing in a crescendo around him. It was electric, your body seeming to pull him in as fast and hard as you could go. Your nails dug into his back, leaving blood dripping with the brunt force of you.

He continued to fuck into you, your cunt growing sensitive with every push. You knew he was inching you towards your third release, and his his second, his hips and thrust growing sloppier by the second.

“Gonna fucking breed you, need to, baby, please-“

“Yes, George, yes, give me all your colts, love” you cooed. He cried out a loud and rough bark of your name and painted your walls with his release. At the feeling of being filled and being filled alone, you came with him, your juices mixing as you both clutched each other’s bodies. You drank in his warmth of his body, kissing the side of his neck as he slowly rolled his hips forward to accommodate your highs. He went to pull out but you stopped him.

“Not yet,” you whispered. He slid his hands to your cheeks and stroked the apples and kissed you gently.

“Guess we’re gonna have to ride out to the preacher than huh? Can’t have my girl dancing in a cancan house forever, not pregnant.” He whistled softly, his jaunty smirk settling into a soft smile.

“Honey, I-“ you stopped him by taking his hand and pressing it to your tummy.

“Get ready for a ranch, Weasley. You’re gonna need it.”

He chuckled and leaned in.

idk whoever might enjoy this rn: @wandsandwheezes @amxrtentias @lupinsclassroom @harrysweasleys @pandaxnienke @whizboingies @wzrd-wheezes @loony-loopy-lupinn

[wonlouvre]

pairing: doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc genre: modern royalty, arranged marriage, fluff and angst word count: 3.7k WARNINGS: hospital setting, mentions of surgery/operation, blood, violence

a/n: so, this is it guys. the final part of ifliys :( i would like to extend my sincere thank yous to each and everyone who have read, liked, commented and shared this series. this is the very first fanfic i was able to finish/complete because of the support, love and motivation you all gave as i wrote this. don’t worry! there is an epilogue and i will announce what i have in store for them in the near future. in the meantime, this is part ten. thank you very much!

ten: moonlight | masterlist

The Queen is talkative. That’s one of the many quirks she has that you noticed when you were growing up. It’s not the uncomfortable or annoying kind of talkative. You really don’t know how to exactly put it, but she’s talkative in an elegant and easy-going way. One time, she decided to take a walk on a particularly busy street with only one member of the security detail assigned to tail her a few meters behind. She told you the whole story, excitedly. She was casually strolling and asking typical questions like what time is it to some vendors, passersby and the like. She even held a conversation about olive oil that lasted a good twenty minutes until the stranger she was talking to recognized who she was. You can tell that she had a blast as she laughed all through the evening. 

Spending time with her gradually dwindled because of your job paired with your official duties as the Crowned Princess. But when opportunity arises, you make sure to make it worth the wait. Conversations are easy with her because she’s trustworthy and most importantly, she’s your mother. She usually asks you random, yet unexpectedly relevant questions whenever the two of you share a cup of coffee or tea or when you go shopping and even now is no different, as you’re about to choose the right fabric for your wedding dress. 

“Describe the person that brings the best out of you.”

Ah, here we go. Your mother is surely not distracting you but her intent stares as she props her arm against the armrest of the white couch she’s sitting on is definitely pulling you away from the matter at hand. The look on your eyes is telling her really? and she fires back with an expecting one telling you a silent, “well? Come on. Tell me.”

You snort and shake your head, bringing your attention back to the table. You’re not denying your mother an answer because you know who to describe. It’s not that hard to figure out and you know she’s smart enough to know.

Jeon Wonwoo.

“How do you want me to describe? Personality or physical features?” You ask back and humor her as you fiddle with one lace material. 

“Both,” she challenges with a mischievous grin and you’re not one to back down. 

“Well, the person is quite tall and sharp in terms of physical features,” you start, doing your best to describe him implicitly. “Has a way with words, but they are all genuine and honest.”

Unbeknownst to you, your mother’s fond smile confirms your assumption that she is smart and that she knows who you’re talking about. But she presses on, loving how you describe this mysterious person. 

“What about those features then? How do they help you?”

You thought for a moment and when the right words came to mind, you didn’t hesitate to say, “They inspire me to do and be better not only for myself but for everyone else. Mostly it’s their genuineness and honesty that inspires me.”

You and your mother laugh together at your last sentence. 

It’s true though. After witnessing Wonwoo in the light of his Kingdom, something tugged at your heartstrings. You don’t exactly remember when, maybe it was around high school, but you remember adamantly telling your friends that you would want to be with someone that will bring the best out in you. Someone that can fuel your desire to be of service for the greater good. It sounds awfully used too often and you’re sure you’re not the only one who thinks this way, but as you have already said, it’s the truth.

Despite the circumstances, you found that someone. You found Wonwoo.

A few seconds later, Jeongyeon comes in with a knock and announces, “Your Majesty, Prince Wonwoo has arrived.”

Your eyes spring up at the name, distracted once again. And when you see the “tall” and “sharp” Prince, you’re quick to your feet and run towards him. He stumbles a little when you jump at him in a tight hug, arms clinging around his neck. Nonetheless, he smiles and welcomes your enthusiastic embrace with a soft smooch on the side of your head. 

“Wait,” you abruptly pull away. “You’re not supposed to be here, though.”

Wonwoo acts dumb, tilting his head to the side. “What do you mean? Her Majesty invited me to be here.”

“Calm down, Y/N,” you hear the culprit say behind your back as she stands up to greet her future son-in-law. “There’s no dress yet. It’s okay for him to be here.”

You subtly roll your eyes. You’re not one to be superficial but if there were a dress already, she’d take her words back. You return your arms back to Wonwoo’s waist and lean your chin against his chest, your lips pulling into a pout. He leans down to meet your lips with a quick peck but your mother was quicker to push you aside and to take her turn in giving him a hug. 

Your jaw drops and your pout is exchanged with a scowl. 

Wonwoo tries his best to hold his laughter but to no avail, fails as he formally greets the Queen. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.” 

“Always good to see you, my Prince,” the Queen replies and gently pats his cheek. “And now that you’re here, I can finally take my leave.”

“Leave? We haven’t even picked a fabric yet,” you remind her and stand in between them. 

“Honey, you have been going back and forth since nine in the morning,” she retaliates and walks back to the couch to pick her bag up. “Let’s schedule for another day. Unless you want Wonwoo to leave and we continue.”

Your stance immediately takes a hundred eighty degree turn. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s clear Saturday next week and we’ll take it from there.”

“I thought so.”

With a knowing wink, the Queen takes off.

That memory was from about three weeks ago after your visit and vacation at Wonwoo’s Kingdom. Wedding planning was back and the two of you went your separate ways for the time being to prepare your respective attire and accessories. Wonwoo didn’t know you had that conversation with the Queen not until she told him here at the hospital where you lie unconscious and fighting for your life.

The Royal Hospital was once again swarmed with a plethora of men in black suits because the Crowned Princess of the Kingdom has been shot twice, one on her shoulder and another on her left leg. It was a failed attempt in assassinating the King but Kim Mingyu took the opportunity to target your vulnerability and let his men shoot you instead as if it was his plan b. Kim Mingyu, whom he never desires to meet, is finally in police custody. He didn’t try to elude his impending arrest. In fact, he knew he would get arrested. He just wanted to toy with people until he couldn’t anymore. 

Wonwoo has no words to spare to describe him and seeing his face and hearing his name everywhere and everytime is just making his blood boil. 

The Queen has never left the hospital from the moment she arrived while you were undergoing operation up to being placed in a private room. She was calm when Wonwoo stood up from the bench to respectfully address her. She just nodded her head when he couldn’t say a word without his lips trembling and enveloped him in a warm hug as he cried on her shoulder. 

She told him that the two of you haven’t spoken since your father’s arrest and it has been unbearably painful and challenging. She acknowledges how terrible and neglecting she has been as a mother when she knows how absolutely difficult this is for you. It’s even more heartbreaking because you never once complained. Instead you respected her silence and distance. She regrets her absence and seeing you lying on a bed, looking so cold and fragile is making her world completely fall apart.

“Wonwoo, I’m so sorry that this happened,” the Queen solemnly says and holds his hand tightly. “The Kingdom promises that everyone involved will be held accountable.”

Wonwoo nods. “I understand, Your Majesty. Our Kingdom will do so as well.”

“I also want you to know that Y/N never wanted to end the engagement,” she adds. “She was just afraid that someone like her doesn’t deserve to receive your love.”

Wonwoo didn’t know that you looked up to him. If anyone should be admired, it should be you because you were ready to drop everything just to uphold justice. It’s been three days after the operation and you still haven’t opened your eyes. The operation was successful. No artery nor major organs were damaged, but you did lose a lot of blood. Just like the Queen, Wonwoo has been by your side, patiently waiting. Right now despite your stable condition, he still feels like dying. 

The love of his life almost died before his eyes. 

Wonwoo rests his head on the small space beside your arm, similar to the first time he took care of you a few months back. He gazes at your peaceful face, silently begging for you to wake up. He wants to kiss, hear and hug you again. He wants to be with you again. 

“Wonwoo.”

He sits up straight at the sound of his name and finds the Queen sadly smiling at him.

“How about you go back to your apartment for today?” She suggests, taking the seat on your other side. “Take a long shower and have some shut eye? Hmmm?”

Wonwoo bites his bottom lip, hesitant to leave and not have his eyes on you. He badly wants to stay and be here when you finally wake up. But the Queen is right. You’re safe now so he has nothing to worry about anymore. 

Slowly, he stands up from the chair he’s been sitting on for who knows how long. He clasps his one hand around yours while the other sweeps the hair that’s covering your forehead and lands a gentle kiss there. You’re starting to warm up and that’s a relief. 

He talks to you every single day, hoping you’d hear his voice. For now, he’ll keep it to himself.

I love you.

Later in the evening, you find your mother quietly dozing off, her head swaying from left to right and vice versa as she remains upright on the couch placed near the wall. You blink your eyes and adapt to the sudden brightness greeting your senses. You try to move your head and take in your surroundings and after a few minutes of contemplating, you recognize where you’re at and remember everything. 

Dad.

Your violent gasp immediately roused your mother from her sleep and seeing you struggling to sit made her jolt up and hurry beside you. 

“Darling,” she calls and holds your thrashing arms down, worried that you’d worsen your wounds. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“Dad,” you voice out against the dryness of your throat. “Mom, where’s dad?”

“He’s okay too.” You can see the tears welling up on her eyes as she caresses your hair and gently pulls you in a hug. “He’s safe.”

Together, you shed the tears of anguish that you have been holding back for so long.

The King couldn’t be here because the court didn’t allow his appeal to accompany nor visit you even just for a day. He couldn’t even carry his daughter’s body to the ambulance because he was handcuffed and heavily guarded. He couldn’t even protect his daughter from the harmful consequences of his mistakes. Your mother told you that he desperately wants to be by your side and you do know that. You’re way past his inability to be here and that’s none of your concern anymore. As long as he is safe, you’re more than content. 

The trial has been rescheduled for next week and your father has to be detained until then. You’ll try to visit him again once you’re discharged and together with that, you’d also find the strength to accompany him at his trial. 

Your mother was firm on staying and insisting that she’s fine when you tried to urge her to go home, but you can clearly tell how tired she is from the lack of sleep so you didn’t let her win. It’s already late in the night when she finally gave in. Your mother kisses your cheek one last time after the doctor assessed your condition. Jeongyeon would stick around for the evening in her stead. Poor girl cried so much the moment she saw you widely awake.

Once it’s only the two of you left, Jeongyeon helped you sit on a wheelchair and wheeled you next to the window before she left to grab some extra bottled water. You can’t stand properly yet because of the wound on your leg so a wheelchair is necessary if you want to be mobile. You’re starting to feel the back pain after lying down for so long, you need to move. The doctor was a bit apprehensive about allowing you to leave your bed, but gave in when you promised to stay inside the room. 

The moon, shining in all its glory, up in the dark sky looked so enticing, you had to take a closer look. The three days went by so fast and running through all that ensued leaves a sickening sensation down to your stomach. You shake your head, not wanting to relive the frightening memories.

Your attention goes back to the moon and one person comes to mind. 

It makes you selfishly wonder if he ever visited once or asked and worried about you as you bring your hand up to your neck. When you don’t feel the lifebuoy pendant, your heart skips a beat. You then looked down to your hand, your engagement ring is also not on your finger. You frown, growing upset. They could have removed it, but it should be back to you by now. You looked around the room, hoping to find your precious gems within reach. Just in time before you could wheel yourself around to search for them, you hear the door open.

“Hey Jeongyeon, have you seen my necklace and ring?” You ask to the void as you tilt your head back to the moon.

When you don’t hear any answer other than the sound of heavy breathing, you remove your gaze from the window to see who came in if it’s not your assistant. To your surprise it’s no other than,

“Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo didn’t keep count of the exact times, but he knows how long and how much he begged just to hear your voice call his name once again. He didn’t even have the chance to change from his sweatpants and sleeveless shirt when he received the call from Soonyoung (whom Jeongyeon told to). Honestly? He didn’t bother at all because he just wanted to be right here at this moment. 

To be with you. 

He takes slow steps as he calms his breathing. Meanwhile, you remained seated and let him come to you. You’d run to him just like you did back then, but your leg wouldn’t appreciate that. 

It felt like forever for Wonwoo to get to you. But when he finally drops on the floor and lightly rests his head on your lap, there’s no reason for him to complain anymore. 

Your tears fall again for the nth time tonight. You caress his wet locks, probably from the mixture of his shower and sweat. He cries too because you can feel it seeping against the pants you’re wearing. He wraps his arms around your lap, careful from crashing his weight. You, on the other hand, bend your head down to kiss the crown of his head.

Both of your hearts are shouting, finally. 

The beautiful moonlight shines on the two of you as you both silently settle down there for a moment, not giving a care in the world because this is just what you’ve been yearning for and you’re not allowing anyone nor anything to steal this away ever again.

Your long face doesn’t go unnoticed by Wonwoo and he knows why you’re pulling it against him. But no, he is not falling for it. Instead he ignores your silent plea and continues tucking you back on the bed. You glance up at him and try to win him again with your attempt at puppy dog eyes and when he doesn’t, you give up.

“You know that this bed is too small to fit two bodies, Y/N,” he states the obvious and drags a chair to sit on. “I know you’re smart enough to see that.”

You huff and pull the covers closer to your chin. If it wasn’t for the wound on your shoulder, you’d turn your back against him. 

Wonwoo just rolls his eyes at your antics and holds your hand under the warm blanket. 

After your short reunion, Wonwoo decided to get you back to your bed because it was nearing one o’clock in the morning. You haven’t brought up what happened and it’s alright because you still have another chance to do so. Hopefully.

“I’m sorry, Wonwoo,” you whisper under your breath but his ears can hear your words. 

He nods and kisses the back of your hand. “I know, baby. It’s not your fault.”

Baby.

You never use pet names or terms of endearment and hearing him say it for the first time almost made you faint. It’s an exaggeration but you’re weak at the moment and anything that flusters your heart can potentially weaken your whole body. 

Wonwoo then brings something out from his pockets and your eyes brighten at the sight of the necklace he gave you. He chuckles when he sees your excited expression and stands up. His fingers tenderly graze the skin of your neck when he puts it back to where it rightfully belongs. 

“I thought I lost it,” you say, holding the pendant between your fingers.

He sits back down and what he mutters next makes you feel a twinge of guilt. 

“I thought I lost you.”

You sigh and coax him to you, grasping the hand enclosed to yours. “Come here.” 

This time you let him take the small space on your bed. You sit up as well so that you can reach his height. He helps you and once you’re comfortably situated, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest. 

Wonwoo smiles at your affection and lets his hand smooth against your hair. You have always been brave when it comes to touching him and he’ll never forget how you kissed him on the lips first. He’s so glad and relieved you’re finally awake. He doesn’t think he can go on for another day without you. And now that you’re holding each other like this, he wishes for this night to never end. 

“I’ll probably not inherit the throne,” you say against his shirt. “I don’t think your family would want you to marry an abolished monarch.”

Wonwoo’s hand drops and he breathes out a disappointed sigh. He is not having this conversation with you right now. Why must you ruin the moment? 

When you don’t feel his hand against you anymore, you look up and steal a kiss under his chin. However, that doesn’t suffice because he’s still upset and it’s evident on the frown adorning his handsome face.

“But I realized I love you, so if it means I have to beg all the way to their Majesties for your hand then—”

Wonwoo doesn’t let you continue and shuts you up with a searing kiss. He softly squeezes your cheeks with one of his hands, almost as if commanding you to pucker your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise but when he put his other hand at the side of your neck, you surrendered. 

It’s no secret that you and Wonwoo kiss. Oftentimes they’re just quick brushes, but sometimes they get a little bit more intense, deeper. You won’t get into detail though, because that’s a story to tell for some other time. 

For now, you eagerly meet Wonwoo’s passion as he lays you back down on the bed, of course with caution. He doesn’t fully drop his weight on top of you, one arm carrying his upper body while the other gingerly cupping one side of your face. 

His chest is firm and his shoulder broad as you grip your hands on them and continue kissing him. You should be asleep by now because you are still recovering. But Wonwoo is a doctor himself, right? So if he took the initiative to kiss you until sunrise, then it must be alright. 

Okay, maybe it’s wrong to mock his profession like that. But, you’re just grateful to kiss him like this again. Because the last time you shared one, tears were streaming down your face and you two were on the verge of breaking up. 

“I should really put you to sleep now,” Wonwoo whispers against your lips, breathless. 

You hold your laughter, still basking in his taste. When you open your eyes, Wonwoo is already hoisting himself back up. Your lips draw into a pout again and the cause of it just rolls his eyes.

“I promise there will be more, but for now rest, okay?” He pinches your cheek lightly and sits back on the chair. 

“You can take the couch,” you tell him.

“Sleep, Y/N.”

You no longer defy and close your eyes. 

You remember the first time he commanded you those words and looking back, they are all fond memories of your then developing relationship. There were many questions when you and Wonwoo got along so well and so fast. There were many doubts and insecurities. The two of you shared those in silence, which could have endangered your hearts. However, even though your relationship was shaken and tested, the two of you persevered. 

For you, Wonwoo persevered and words and actions are not enough to thank him. You couldn’t have overcome this without his support and patience. So from now on, against all odds, you’ll do exactly the same.

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Christmas Crush

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem-Reader

Words: 6693 (yikes)

Summary: Bucky has been infatuated with you for months. Will the Christmas Spirit finally help him make his move?

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (just all of it), fluff(I don’t know y’all, I have trouble qualifying this one), slightly dom partner, overprotective partner, SMUT (like over 3700 words of it y’all!), 18+

A/N: Sooo, this was supposed to be like 2500 words guys but I got a bit carried away. Made it in right under the wire for day 3 of my birthday week. This is also an entry for the Merry Hoemas challenge that is being hosted by @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ and @starlightcrystalline​. I chose the dialogue prompt “I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” (from The Holiday). Please enjoy!!

“You better be wearing something nice, Barnes! No cargo pants!” you yelled out to the living area as you finished applying your makeup in the bathroom.

“Yes, boss!” He yelled back at you as he adjusted himself in the dress pants he borrowed from Sam. They weren’t uncomfortable, just tighter than he was used to.

“Dude, leave your crotch alone!” Wilson chuckled at him.

Bucky scowled at him and did his best to focus on anything else. “I can’t believe I let the two of you talk me into this.”

“You know how the boss-lady is, once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no stopping her.” Sam gave him a grin as he lounged on the sofa, sipping a glass of scotch. “Would you relax? We’re going to a club, you literally fought of a group of five assassins on your own last week. This is nothing!”

“I’m used to fighting, I haven’t been dancing since….”

“Oh god, have you not gone out since World War II!” Sam threw back his head and gave a laugh from deep in his chest. “Hoo, boy this should be entertaining!”

The three of you had been on a surveillance assignment for the past three months, and a replacement team had finally arrived to take over for you. Your flight back to the states wasn’t until tomorrow, and you had insisted that all of you find something to do to get over the stir craziness that had taken over. When you found a flyer for a hip hop Christmas party at one of the fancier downtown clubs, you ran back to the suite and insisted that you all head out. Sam was of course down immediately, but it took you a while to convince Bucky it would be a good time.

It was hard for him to not feel like the third wheel sometimes with the two of you. You and Sam loved your hip hop, and Bucky still remembered the first time he walked into one of your sparring sessions while Wu Tang was playing and had to immediately turn around and leave, ears turning red as you and Sam shouted mirth-filled apologies after him. He was slowly warming up to the aggressive music style, but still occasionally pined for the days of the Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby.

He squirmed in the dress pants again; when did they start making suits so tight? He rolled the sleeves of his deep green shirt up over his forearms, trying to get more comfortable as the lights glinted off his metal hand, when you finally came out of the bathroom.

“You two boys ready to go?”

Fuck me, he thought.

You were wearing a bright red dress that was covered in sequins. It was in a wrap style that was wide open across your chest, exposing the valley between your breasts almost down to your navel. A thin gold chain with a dark green stone dangled around your neck and nestled in your cleavage, drawing the eye as is twinkled in the dying light through the windows. The skirt portion of the dress was short enough that it was almost obscene, and the apex of the wrap was almost up to your hip. You topped off the look with a pair of thigh high black velvet boots.

“Damn, mama, you look good!” Sam whistled at you as he stood up and spun you around with one hand.

“You’re not too bad yourself Wilson. Barnes, you clean up real nice!”

He couldn’t speak. He was suddenly extremely aware of just how tight his slacks were, and he strode over to grab all your coats from the rack and hold his in front of his crotch as he handed Sam the other two, hoping it wasn’t obvious what he was trying to hide as he slipped it over his shoulders.

“Ok, then, let’s head out!” You said, giving Sam a look as he helped you slide into your wool coat. He just shrugged at you before donning his, and the three of you got on your way.

Sam and you walked arm in arm on the way to the club, chatting idly and laughing at the occasional quip. You tried to engage Bucky in the conversation, but he just marched behind you scowling, collar pulled up against the chill in the air.

He couldn’t deny he had developed a bit of a crush on you over the course of your assignment. You always tried to keep morale up in the surveillance house, brightening the air with your laughter as you baked some sort of treat for everyone, or broke out an obscene amount of liquor when two of you had a shared shift off. He still remembered the time you had indulged in the gin just a little too much during a game of poker and passed out with your head in his lap. He hadn’t slept or moved from that position the entire night until he had to relieve Sam in the morning, reluctantly removing your face from where it had nestled during your rest.

He did his best to move past his crush, trying to convince himself it was just an infatuation that needed to wear itself out.

Then he saw you fight for the first time.

Sure, he had seen you sparring with Sam, and may have even done a session with you himself he hadn’t been concerned about how his body would react in such close proximity to you. But when that group of thugs attacked the house last week, he really saw you in action.

You moved like water. Dodging every blow that was thrown at you and landing flurries of strikes of your own that seemed like they shouldn’t have caused any damage but would reduce your opponents to puddles. Bucky almost got knocked out when you had pulled out your knives to spin them through your expert fingers like they were extensions of your will. He’d had to lock himself in the bathroom after the fight to jerk himself off, imagining it was your hands wrapped around him.

Now he watched your ass swaying back and forth in front of him as you arrived at the club, wearing those boots and that dress that made you look like walking sex. His mood soured as he handed his coat to the check girl and shoved his call ticket into his pocket, so he headed to the bar to get himself a drink.

He felt a light touch on his shoulder and gave a wince as he turned to face you.

“C’mon, Barnes, it’s Christmas!” You were giving him a heartachingly beautiful smile. “Wipe that frown off your face and come dance!”

He softened as you looked into his eyes. It wasn’t your fault he felt like a pervert everytime he stood next to you.

“I think I’m going to go grab us a table for our drinks, you go have fun with Sam. Maybe I’ll join you in a bit.”

“If you’re sure?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and bit your lip, and he felt his gut clench and his cock twitch at that look.

“I’m sure. Enjoy yourself.”

You gave his arm a squeeze before ordering yourself a shot of vodka that you immediately tossed back before heading to join Sam on the dance floor.

Bucky took his double scotch to one of the tables scattered around the floor and perched himself on a tall stool. His gaze scanned the dance floor before finding you and he let out a groan.

If he thought your fighting was beautiful, it was nothing compared to your dancing. You looked ethereal and free as you tossed your hair, rolling your hips as your arms raised above your head and followed the motion in your torso before they sank back down and rolled along your sides, highlighting the curves of your body. Sam suddenly grabbed you by the waist and spun you, causing you to throw your head back with a beautiful lilting laugh.

Bucky tossed back his scotch and flagged down a waitress, handing her his card and instructing her to keep the drinks coming. Maybe if he drank enough it would relieve the unbelievable ache he was feeling in his chest.

You and Sam joined him at the table after a few songs. You were breathless and flushed and all he wanted to do was kiss you then take you to an alley out back and fuck you stupid.

“Barnes, you are being a bit of a Scrooge here.” You grinned at him as you nibbled on a pretzel. Sam had headed to the bathroom, and you flagged down a waitress and ordered yourself a vodka cranberry before turning back to him. “I’ll order you to have fun if I need to.”

He grinned in spite of himself when you gave him a wink. “Sorry, Y/L/N, this isn’t really my type of party.”

“Aww, Bucky,” he took in a sharp breath, you’d never used his first name before. “You just need to loosen up. I can lend you a hand with that if you need it.��� You reached a hand over and wrapped it around his wrist, giving it a light squeeze.

He almost said something then, but the waitress arrived back at the table at that moment with your drink and you turned to give her a smile and thanks. Sam arrived back from the bathroom then with a bourbon in his hand, accompanied by a beautiful woman with a bright smile.

“Bucky, Y/N, this is Marta, she’s a model!”

“Well hi there Marta, you going to steal my dance partner?” You were giving the girl a massive grin as you teased Sam.

“Yeah, Marta doesn’t really speak English.” Sam grinned.

“Oh, sorry.” You asked her the same question in Swedish.

Marta’s smile grew even bigger as the two of you started babbling away at each other while Bucky and Sam just shook their heads. Marta grabbed your hand suddenly and started to drag you away from the table.

“Be right back boys!” You said over your shoulder as you and your new friend headed off to the bathroom. Bucky watched you walk away and gave a deep sigh.

“Jesus Christ, man, you need to make your move already!” Sam said, exasperated.

Bucky almost choked on his scotch. “Dunno what you’re talking about.” He mumbled, wiping his chin with a napkin.

“Bruh, you’ve been staring at Y/N non-stop this whole night. Not to mention the fact that you were moping around the surveillance house for the past few months like a kicked puppy.” Sam shook his head as he tossed back the rest of his drink. “Oh, and if you thought you were sneaky about your little post-fight bathroom session last week, you are very mistaken.”

Bucky snapped his jaw shut and felt a flush creeping up his neck as he imagined your reaction to the discovery he had been touching himself to thoughts of your body underneath him.

Sam waved a hand at him. “Don’t worry, Y/N didn’t notice. I sprayed the fuck out of that bathroom with Febreze after you left. I am never doing anything like that for you again, though.”

Bucky’s heart rate went back down in relief. “We work together Sam. Even if that wasn’t the case, what am I supposed to say to her?”

“Geez, man, just fucking kiss her!”

“Fuck, Sam, we haven’t even been on a date! Don’t women usually want that sort of preamble?”

“Some women, sure. But don’t treat them like a monolith. Y/N appreciates directness and the worst thing that could possibly happen is she tells you to back off.”

“She could stab me.”

Sam guffawed. “Don’t look so turned on at the thought, dude. She’s noticed how weird you’ve been acting. She thinks you don’t like her. One of the main reasons she made us all go out tonight was to hopefully get you to warm up some.”

Bucky sighed, he hadn’t meant to push you away. “I dunno, Sam. She’s super fucking intimidating.”

“Get over it, Barnes. If you don’t make a move, someone else definitely will.”

“Oh my god, Sam, get your ass out here! It’s Christmas in Hollis!” You and Marta were back on the dance floor now and you were bouncing up and down, waving your hand excitedly at Sam.

“Aw, shit, that’s my jam!” Sam was backing onto the floor now, trying to get Bucky to follow him before giving up and turning to you and his date.

An unsteady woman sank into the seat Sam had just vacated and gave Bucky a lecherous grin before she started talking to him in slurred Swedish.

“Sorry, I can’t understand you.” He shouted at her.

“Oh, American man.” The woman purred at him in what he assumed was supposed to be a sexy voice. “You, me, fuck in bathroom.”

Bucky didn’t hear her. A giant blonde man who looked like a knockoff Thor was dancing behind you now, trying to put his hands on your hips and grind his crotch into your ass.

Bucky watched you turn and place a hand on the intruder’s chest, giving him a polite smile as you stopped your dancing, saying something to him that Bucky couldn’t make out over the music.

The guy didn’t take the hint and put his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against his front and putting a thigh between your legs, edging the hem of your skirt upwards.

Bucky didn’t realize he had been gripping the back of one of the chairs with his metal hand until he heard a crunch and looked down to see he had bent the frame when he clenched his fist.

“Knulla.” The suddenly sober woman said, standing up abruptly and scurrying away from the table.

Bucky found himself striding towards the dance floor, fists clenching and a low growl emanating from his chest.

That dirty fucker was still trying to hump you as you gave him a firm shove, trying to turn back to Sam and Marta. He wrapped a hand around your upper arm and jerked you back. Sam stopped dancing and tried to step in, but the son of a bitch slapped him in the face before turning back to you and smashing his mouth into yours, shoving his free hand up the front of your skirt to try to get at your pussy.

Bucky arrived just as you pulled back from the cocksucker and drew the offensive hand back so sharply, a snap resounded across the floor and he let out a scream.

Bucky punched him in the face before grabbing him by his collar and tossing him away from you as three security guards came rushing to the scene, too late to offer any sort of assistance. Marta managed to intercept them and started screaming at them in Swedish as you and Sam moved between Bucky and the giant Swede who was now a blubbering mess on the floor.

“It’s good Barnes, you can relax.” Sam said.

“Bucky, it’s ok. He isn’t worth it.” You were as close to Bucky as you had ever been. He could feel the heat radiating off you as you put a hand on his chest.

You had never seen Bucky so angry. His jaw was clenched so tight, you were worried the tendons in his neck were going to snap. He was breathing deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring as he glared murderously at the man who had touched you.

“Baby, you can let it go. I’m ok.” You murmured low enough that only he could hear you.

He looked into your eyes and relaxed, taking a deep breath through his mouth and nodding as the security guards dragged your assailant out of the club.

“Good boy, now you owe me a dance.”

Bucky’s look instantly changed to confusion as you dragged him onto the dance floor, giving him a breathless laugh as you started dancing again.

He had no idea what to do with himself. You saw his look of utter helplessness and turned to face him. You placed his hands on your hips and your hands around his neck and looked into his eyes. You’re hips started rolling to the rhythm as the rest of your body swayed in time with the music. Bucky was too aware of his feet and broke eye contact to stare at them, trying to figure out how he was supposed to move.

He felt your hand lift his chin and you shook your head at him before bringing the front of your body flush against his. You lined up your hips to his and started rolling them, your legs on either side of his massive thigh as you gyrated against him. He let out a moan and screwed his eyes closed.

You brought your face against his neck and whispered in his ear. “Just relax honey.”

You dipped your hips slightly and he followed you, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling your scent as his brain finally stopped overanalyzing what he was doing.

You felt the muscles underneath his shirt tightening and releasing as he rolled his body against you and your pussy clenched over his thigh. You gave a soft gasp and hoped the rush of arousal hadn’t soaked through your panties and onto his pants. His hands were pressing into the soft skin of your hips, and you knew you would have light bruises there tomorrow.

You pulled away suddenly and Bucky groaned at the loss of you before you flipped your hair forward and dropped your ass, separating your thighs slightly as you slowly drew your back up Bucky’s front before nestling your ass into the dip in his pelvis that seemed made to fit you.

Bucky growled into your hair and nipped at the soft skin behind your ear before starting to grind himself into your ass. He brought his metal arm to press against your abdomen and push you further into him, while his other wandered up between your breasts, giving one of them a soft squeeze before loosely wrapping his fingers around your throat

You felt him harden against you and let out a small gasp, starting to pull away before his metal arm locked you in place.

“Don’t you fucking move.” He growled in your ear, nipping gently at the lobe with his teeth.

His hips were moving at their own rhythm now, the music forgotten. Neither of you noticed Sam making an exit with Marta, grinning back at you before shrugging his coat over his shoulders and heading out into the snow.

Your breath was hitching softly as Bucky rutted himself against your ass, and the sound was driving him crazy. You could feel your cunt throbbing as it became slick, your arousal soaking your panties and threatening to start leaking down the insides of your thighs. He suddenly stuttered his hips and let out a hiss before stilling.

“Shit.”

He had come in his pants like a teenager, filling his boxer briefs and leaving a small wet spot on the front of his slacks. His arms released you as he stood up straight, leaning his forehead against the back of your head and screwing his eyes shut. He’d never been so embarrassed.

You shuffled the edge of your skirt down before turning around and pressing your lips against his softly. He groaned against your mouth as he brought his hands to either side of your face, tangling them in your hair. You discretely untucked his shirt as you kissed him, covering the evidence of his orgasm graciously. You pulled away before he could really lean into the kiss, and he let out a dissatisfied sigh.

You looked at him through heavy lids, biting at your kiss swollen lips before taking his hand and dragging him to the exit. “We’re going back to the hotel”

You tossed the coat tickets at the girl at the counter, breathing heavily as you tapped your nails impatiently. You snatched the coats from her without a word and tossed Bucky’s to him before charging out the door.

Bucky almost slipped several times back to the hotel as you set a brutal pace. He couldn’t get a read on you now and was worried he’d ruined things already.

You rode the elevator up to your floor in silence, one hip cocked to the side as you clicked the opposite heel against the floor rapidly. As soon as the doors opened, you strode down the hallway like you were possessed and Bucky hurried after you, concern written all over his face.

You arrived at the room first and wrenched the door open, leaving it open behind you as you stepped inside. Bucky was a few steps behind you but stopped at the entrance. He was certain you were going to lay into him as soon as he entered and wanted to take a moment to collect himself. He was running his metal fingers through his hair when your arm suddenly shot out, your fingers wrapping around the collar of his shirt and hauling him inside as he let out an uncharacteristic yelp.

You slammed the door behind him and pressed him up against it, shoving your fingers under his collar and wrapping them around his neck before you smashed your mouth to his violently, clashing your teeth against his before shoving your tongue down his throat.

Bucky overcame his surprise quickly and grinned against your lips as he slid his coat off his shoulders before cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze.

Your lips left his suddenly, leaving him breathless. You gave him a small smirk before sinking to your knees and starting to undo his belt.

“You’ve been keeping this pretty cock from me baby. My pussy’s been gushing thinking about your hot length in my mouth.” You were kissing around the bulge in his pants as you slipped his loosened belt out of the loops and undid the buttons. He leaned his head back against the door and hissed through his teeth. He’d never had a woman speak to him like this before and it was making his cock ache. He jutted his hips forward and you rubbed your face against his cloth covered erection before drawing his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs swiftly, freeing his dick to bounce back up against his abs.

You spat in your hand and wrapped it around him, drawing a groan from his chest. You started peppering soft kisses along his shaft as you ran your hand up and down slowly. “God Bucky, you’re so fucking big, I can’t wait to feel this in my pussy. I need to taste your sweet cum first though honey.”

You softly ran one finger up the underside of his shaft, tracing the vein that ran from root to tip before dragging your tongue in a heavy stripe over the same path.

He wrapped your hair around his hand and let out a hiss. “Fuck, Y/N, who taught you to talk like that?”

 “Mmm, you like it sweetie?” You asked him wickedly as you ran your tongue over the sensitive slit along his tip, lapping up the pre-cum that was starting to collect there.

“God, yes.” He couldn’t believe how much the filthy praises you were giving turned him on.

“I’ll give you as much as I can honey, but I’m worried this cock is going to fuck out my throat.” You took him in your mouth then, relaxing your throat as you drew in his entire length, feeling his balls hit your chin as you swallowed around him.

“Shit!” he thought you were going to go slower and he almost came immediately when you hollowed your cheeks around him and pulled him out slightly before taking him in again, bringing a hand up to fondle his balls.

He braced his metal arm against the door as he started to thrust his hips, fucking into your face as you choked around him, tears streaming down your cheeks and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth.

“God baby, you’re taking my cock so good. That mouth of yours is fucking amazing.” His hips picked up speed and he gazed down at you. You looked sinful, a flush in your cheeks and over your chest as you gazed up at him through thick lashes. You moaned around his cock as his praise caused a fresh rush of arousal to leak from your cunt.

“You gonna take my cum down like a good girl?” His hips were starting to stutter and you felt his cock twitch at the back of your mouth. You let out a tiny whine and tried to nod as he shoved himself all the way in, stilling himself as you felt his release run down your throat.

He pulled his softening cock out of your mouth and wiped the drool from you chin before softly cupping your cheek.

“Stay right there for a second pretty girl.”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered at him, your voice husky now that your throat was raw.

He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it off over his shoulders, then removed his undershirt and tossed it aside too until he was standing in front of you naked.

You let out a low moan at the sight. His muscles were sculpted beautifully, his chest dusted with dark hair that tapered to a happy trail that led down to his thick cock. The skin around his metal arm was scarred and puckered, and other faint scars were visible elsewhere on his body, giving him an air of danger and menace. Your cunt clenched as you took in the sight, biting your lips as you ached to run your hands over his body.

“Stand up.” He ordered you. He didn’t know what had come over him. He had spent months wanting to beg you for some sign of affection, but now that you were there kneeling in front of him, he just wanted to take it from you. And you were willing to give him whatever he required.

You drew yourself up slowly and he picked you up with one hand and wrapped your legs around his waist. He brought your mouth down to his and teased your lips open with his tongue as he carried you to the bedroom.

He knelt on the bed with you straddling him and started to trail rough kisses down your neck, sucking occasionally to draw a bruise against your skin.

As he reached your shoulders, he wrapped his metal hand through the chain around your neck and gave it a yank, snapping it off you. He drew the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your tits as you arched your back up to meet him.

“God Bucky, please” You whined as nuzzled his face into the valley between your breasts, his stubble scratching the skin there.

“You want something, baby?” he asked you wickedly, kissing slowly up the slope of your breast until he almost reached your nipple, then moved his mouth away again.

You groaned and wound your fingers into his hair. “Need your tongue on me, please baby.”

“Where did you want it sweet girl?” he asked innocently before cupping one breast in his hand and rubbing the nipple with his nose. “Did you want me to lick you here?”

“Yes, yes, fuck!!” His tongue swirled slowly around your nipple, drawing it to a sensitive peak. “God Bucky, that’s so good!”

He brought up his metal hand to palm your other breast and you gasped at the contrast of the cool metal against your warm flesh. He tweaked the other nipple and you groaned. “You want my tongue on this one too, honey?”

“Pleasepleaseplease….” You whispered breathlessly, whining when he moved his mouth where you asked him. You started grinding yourself into his thigh, desperate for release as your pussy quivered and wept.

“No.” He ordered, grabbing your hip with his metal hand and holding you still. “You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock sweetheart.”

You let out a thin keen as tears leaked down your cheeks.

Bucky brought his face back up to yours, holding your chin with his other hand and kissing you hungrily. You cried into his mouth in desperation.

“You want this cock, pretty girl?”

“God, yes. Please, Bucky!”

“You asked me so nicely, honey. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

He gripped your dress in his metal hand where it had gathered at your waist, gave it a twist, and ripped it off you, sequins and beads flying off the bed and across the floor. He grabbed your panties next and shredded them, bringing their ruins up to his face and inhaling your scent deeply before tossing them aside and giving you a wicked grin. You bent one leg up to start to remove your boots when he slapped your hand away.

“Leave those on.” He growled at you.

He took a moment to pause and look at you, memorizing every slope and curve of your body. He spread your legs wide and gave a low moan when he got a look at your pussy, coated in slick and swollen with desire. He drew two metal fingers softly up the inside of your thigh before running them over your sex, coating them in your arousal and making you moan. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean.

“You taste so good baby girl. Maybe once I’ve fucked you stupid with my cock I’ll eat you out.”

“Unnhh, Bucky, give it to me.” You begged him.

“You need something baby? You gotta be specific.”

“God, need you inside me. I fucking need your cock. Bucky, please.”

“Alright sweetheart. You better have at least five orgasms on my cock sweet girl. Otherwise I might have to spank you.”

He lifted your right leg and looped your knee over his elbow, opening you wide as he brought himself up to your entrance. He slowly drew his length through the slick gathered there as you whimpered, then he slammed into you, bottoming out right away and knocking the air out of you.

“FUCK!!!” you screamed as you came immediately, clenching and fluttering around him as you went rigid and started to tremble.

“That’s one, baby.” He grinned as he started to fuck into you, not bothering to wait for you to come down from your orgasm. “Shit, this pussy was fucking ready for me. Look at you gripping me so good, like you’re fucking made for my cock.”

“God, Bucky!” you whined. “You’re so big, keep moving baby. Fuck that’s so good!”

Lewd squelching noises filled the room, combining with the slap of flesh against flesh as he drove into you hard.

“Mmm, you’re squeezing me so tight, honey. You gonna come on my cock again?” Bucky slipped a hand underneath your ass and tilted your hips just a bit and felt you clench around him.

“Shit, right there. God, I’m coming again. Don’t fucking stop.” Your face screwed up as your second orgasm ripped through you, curling your toes in your boots as your legs quivered with the strain.

“Good girl.” He praised you as you fluttered around him, your release soaking your thighs as it seeped out around his cock. “I’m gonna move you now, sweetheart, get ready.”

His hand moved under your waist and he wrenched you up until you were flush against his chest. The coarse hair there scratched against your sensitive nipples and you gave a soft whine at the change in position.

Bucky stared into your eyes. Your face was a mess. Lipstick smeared all over your mouth and chin. Mascara and tears running in streaks down your flushed cheeks. Mouth open and panting with need and pupils blown wide as you gazed at him through your thick eyelashes.

You looked like the perfect mixture of sin and sex. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

He wrapped both his arms behind your shoulders and buried his hands in your hair, pressing your face to his and forcing his tongue between your lips and teeth, running it everywhere it could reach inside your velvety mouth, growling into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened yourself up to him, whining as he increased his pace even more and you felt the tension gather in your core again.

“Give me another one, baby. My good girl. Show me how good that pussy is for me.”

You buried your face in his neck and groaned as you felt every muscle below your waist go rigid and another orgasm wracked you. You didn’t know if you could handle two more.

“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. This pussy is making a mess everywhere.”

He pulled out of you suddenly and you gasped, hoping for a reprieve. But he just flipped you so you were on all fours and slammed back into you, making you scream.

“Just two more pretty girl. Then I’ll fill this pretty cunt with my cum.”

You didn’t know how he could last this long as he pounded into you relentlessly. He drew you up straight suddenly so your back was against his chest and you gave a small whimper. Your throat was raw from him fucking it and from your screaming, and the only sound you managed to make now was a stream of unintelligible mewls.

You leaned your head back against Bucky’s shoulder as he brought a hand up to palm at your breast. His metal fingers moved to the apex of your thighs and started drawing rough circles against your clit. You felt tears leaking down your cheeks as your pleasure began to gather. He drove them into you suddenly and you let out a thin wail as your entire body went stiff before vibrating with your release.

Bucky guided your fall forward gently until your face was resting against the blankets. Your arms couldn’t hold you up anymore so they laid limply next to your face as Bucky gripped both of your hips and drew them back to him over and over. You felt drool leaking from your open mouth as you blinked slowly. You were absolutely cock drunk. The sheer number and intensity of your orgasms had made your brain short circuit. He really had fucked you stupid.

Bucky slapped your ass suddenly and you gave a sharp gasp as you came one last time, fisting your hands into the blankets to try to keep from passing out.

“Good girl.” Bucky murmured at you. You could feel the smile in his voice and you felt your cunt clench around him at the praise. His hips started to stutter and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

“You ready for me sweetheart? This pussy treated me so good, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You managed to moan out a single word through your hoarse throat. “Please…”

The wantonness in your voice pushed him over the edge and you felt his hips still suddenly as he released inside of you. The feel of his hot cum coating your velvety walls made you moan like a whore.

“Fuck, baby. That was so good.” He gently lowered himself on top of you and you felt him soften inside of you. He peppered gentle kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck as he pulled out of you slowly. You gave a contented sigh as he rolled off you and headed to the bathroom. You’d never been fucked so well in your life.

You heard the water running and you managed to lift your head to watch Bucky return, holding a damp washcloth. His abdomen, thighs, and cock were coated in your release, glistening in the soft light of the bedroom as he walked back towards you and sat down on the edge of the bed. The sight of his naked form filled you with a renewed sense of desire.

Bucky rotated you carefully until you were lying on your back and brought his face down to yours and gave you a soft kiss before moving himself between your legs. You heard him suck in his breath sharply when he got a good look at you, drawing your knees apart to get a good look at your pussy.

“Fuck honey, you’re beautiful.”

The skin of your mound and thighs was flushed red where he had thrusted into you repeatedly and it was all coated in the evidence of your multiple orgasms. Your cunt was swollen and pulsing as his cum slowly leaked out of you, collecting in a small puddle on the sheets.

Bucky gently cleaned your thighs and mound with the cloth, being careful to not irritate your already sensitive skin. Then he worked your folds apart with his metal fingers and drew the damp fabric over your slit slowly, collecting his release from your entrance. You gave a groan and pressed yourself into the cloth when he tried to pull it away.

“Jesus, sweetheart, already?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and stared at him. “Bucky, you promised.”

He shook his head and tutted his tongue at you. “No, I said I might eat you out after I fucked you stupid. No promises were made.”

“Bucky, please?” You begged him, your voice husky with lust.

He gave you a look then moved to kneel between your legs. “Can’t say no to you, pretty girl. Not after this pussy treated me so good.”

You gave a soft chuckle followed by a gasp as he flattened himself on the bed and drew your left leg over his shoulder, softly kissing and sucking down the inside of your thigh before he nuzzled himself into your folds.

He softly licked at your entrance, lapping up the renewed evidence of your arousal as he dragged his tongue up and down your slit before he wrapped his lips around your tiny bud and sucked softly.

“God, Bucky! More…please…” You moaned at him, winding your fingers into his hair and pressing him further into you.

He gently teased two metal finger around your entrance before inserting them slowly, grinning against you as he felt your pussy flutter around them.

He started fucking them into you steadily while he gently sucked at your clit, crooking his wrist to hit your sweet spot as he picked up speed.

“Fuck! Right there! Don’t you dare stop! So, so, good! Please baby!” You started babbling, the pitch of your voice getting higher as he edged you closer to your release.

He latched on and sucked hard at the same time he added a third finger, and you came apart around him, soaking his chin and stubble as your thighs tried to crush his head between them and your pussy clenched and twitched around his fingers.

Bucky crawled back up the bed and laid next to you, drawing you to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You nuzzled your face into him and let out a low humming noise to show how content you were.

“God, it took you long enough, Barnes.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, pulling the blankets over the two of you and flicking off the bedside lamp.

“You know, you could have made a move yourself.” He murmured against your hair.

“And offend your World War II sensibilities, grandpa? You would have run away screaming.”

“Grandpa?”

“Whatever, you were scared of me. I didn’t want to frighten you off before you took advantage of your crush.”

“Right, crush.”

“Mmm, if this is how you fuck on the first date, what are you going to do when you fall in love with me?” You teased against his chest, your breathing growing deeper as you drifted off to sleep.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m not going to fall in love with you. I promise.” He lied as he dozed off.

The snow was falling heavy over the city. And Bucky was dreaming about marrying you.

[evafrechette]

With A Little Help From My Hyung

↠ yoongi x seokjin | smut | friends to lovers, slow burn | 18+ | 2.4k

↠ Summary: Seokjin is the best roommate Yoongi could have asked for, he’s funny, respectful, a good cook and incredibly handsome. That’s a big problem though - because Yoongi has a constant boner over him.

↠ Warnings: eventual smut, drama queen yoongi, oblivious seokjin, blowjobs, standing sex, yoongi enjoys seokjin carrying him around, anal sex, yoongi is clumsy and hurts himself, which is a great excuse to have seokjin look after him, the other members make a small appearance, my fic usually has a few swear words, hyung kink???

"Hyung, stop it. Leave me alone." Yoongi's deep voice grumbled defiantly.

"Aish, quit being a baby Yoongi-yah, let me help." Seokjin held his hand out to the smaller man who sat on the cold concrete ground below him, food scattered around his aching body, tangerines rolling down the sidewalk.

Yoongi slapped away Seokjin's hand, scowling at his annoying roommate. He got onto his knees and attempted to stand, wincing in pain the moment he put pressure onto his left foot. Only moments before he and Seokjin had left the convenience store, arms full of energy drinks, jelly candy, ramen and tangerines. But Yoongi being Yoongi was busy in his own world and didn't notice the patch of ice on the footpath right in front of him, once his foot touched the slippery ice he slipped and wobbled about, struggling to balance before his legs came out from under him, falling directly onto his ass. Paper bag flying out of his grip, contents spilling onto the sidewalk.

He tried to stand again, taking his time as he clung onto Seokjin's arm, managing to get himself upright, left foot hovering above the ground, but when he placed it firmly against the sidewalk pain shot up his leg and he suddenly felt faint. "Shit, I think it's broken Hyung." He looked up into Seokjin's eyes, refusing to let the tears spill. Yoongi was in pain, a lot of fucking pain but he couldn't let his hyung see him be a cry baby.

"You hit the ground hard but it's probably just a sprain or something, I doubt it's broken. You're a real drama queen Min Yoongi. Can you stand by yourself for a bit?" Yoongi nodded in reply and let go of the elders arm, watching as he carefully rushed around picking up the spilled food and shoved it into his own bag. Seokjin walked back to Yoongi, spinning around so his back faced the man. He crouched down, holding the overfilled paper bag tight against his chest. "Jump on Yoongi-ah, and don't even try it with me. I'm your Hyung you have to listen to me."

Yoongi rolled his eyes but slowly hobbled over to his taller roommate, awkwardly jumping onto his back, arms wrapping around Seokjin's neck, and his short legs around his waist when the older man stood. "I don't have to listen to shit." He mumbled into Seokjin's messy brown hair. Seokjin let out his trademark high pitched laugh as he carried his injured roommate back towards their apartment, "You're so full of it Yoongi."

The walk would usually only take five minutes, but carrying a grown man (who enjoyed complaining every few minutes) had a part in the trip taking close to twenty. Yoongi laid his head on Seokjin's wide shoulders and enjoyed the way his oversized blue shirt smelled of a calming mix of lavender and vanilla bean, he took a mental note to check what brand of washing powder the man used when he got home.

Something about being carried on Seokjin's back made Yoongi's belly flip, he had never felt so small and vulnerable in his life. He was the strong one of their group - the pit bull, small but tough, with an acid tongue that could make a grown man cry. But being carried around by his cute, tall, goofy roommate was actually kind of comforting, it felt nice to snuggle against his broad shoulders.

Yoongi could feel his cheeks heating up, he had been crushing on his video game loving roommate for a few months now. At first the blond thought they were just compatible roommates, respecting each others boundaries and privacy, they quickly became friends bonding over their love of cooking, but along the way Yoongi developed feelings. His eyes lingering on Seokjin longer than what was socially acceptable, sneakily scooching closer to his side on the couch while he watched Seokjin get annihilated playing video games and "accidentally" falling asleep during their movie marathon nights, head resting comfortably against Seokjin's shoulder. But Yoongi knew nothing would come of his little crush so he kept his feelings locked away and instead tried to focus on their good friendship instead.

Seokjin carefully placed Yoongi on the couch, pushing a cushion under his now swollen foot. He rushed off to Yoongi's room and returned with a blanket which he draped over the smaller man. With a happy hum he walked towards the kitchen and Yoongi watched with lovesick eyes as he put away their food shopping. Everytime Seokjin reached up for the top shelf his shirt would raise a little, giving Yoongi a glimpse of the tantalising caramel skin underneath. Yoongi longed to drag his calloused fingertips along that skin, to leave small kisses down Seokjin's spine, along his lower back and down over his firm ass. He sought to taste Seokjin, to feel his cock heavy on his tongue, to feel the burn of his cock stretching him out.

"Hey Yoongi are you okay?" A cool hand placed against his forehead brought Yoongi out of his Seokjin induced daze. His roommate was looking at him with fondness and concern, "Your cheeks are really red but you're not hot or anything. I thought maybe you were coming down with a fever." Yoongi knew he was even redder now, but he allowed himself to relax against the man's hand. He sighed when Seokjin withdrew his hand and moved to sit on the bean bag on the floor. "Yeah, no I'm fine. Just a bit embarrassed about this." Yoongi waved his hand over his ankle.

"Aish, these things happen. Just have to be more careful. And Hyung is here to take care of you okay? Anything you need you let me know. Keep that boney ass of yours on the couch."

The pair spent the rest of the night watching a marathon of Law of the Jungle, empty containers of ramen and Kloud draft beer scattered across the coffee table. Yoongi as usual was unable to keep the snarky comments to himself, "Pfft look at them! Useless. I could survive on that island so much better than any of them." He quipped as a team of celebrities dived into the ocean to try to catch fish with just their hands.

"Errrr Yoongi-yah, did you forget that I had to carry your tiny ass home this evening? Your weak ankles wouldn't last a day on that show." Seokjin doubled over in laughter, clapping his hands loudly as Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Jin-hyung," he scoffed, "Like you'd do any better."

"Pretty sure I'd do great on a show like this! You've seen me fishing Yoongi, I'm practically a professional at it now."

Yoongi groaned at this, Seokjin had dragged him out fishing more times than he could even count and he was nowhere near a professional level. The last time they went fishing together Seokjin didn't catch a single fish. He did manage to catch some seaweed and disintegrating plastic bag though.

Yoongi could feel his eyelids getting heavy, and instead of fighting the feeling allowed himself to drift off to sleep, which wasn't hard as sleep was his favourite hobby after all. Yoongi was having a beautiful dream, he was being carried in Seokjin's strong arms as the brunette carried him along the golden hues of a sandy beach, gentle waves breaking along the shore splashing against Seokjin's bare feet. He mirrored Seokjin's smile as his Hyung looked down at him, carrying him bridal style while the breeze whispered sweetly around them both.

"Aish, Yoongi you are a pain in my ass, but you're kinda cute so it's okay I guess." His gummy smile widened at the sweet but slightly insulting words. "What are you smiling about you weirdo." Seokjin let out a small laugh.

Yoongi was confused, why was dream Seokjin insulting him? It took him a few seconds to realise that he was actually awake and that he was no longer asleep on the couch, but rather in the arms of his Hyung. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and let his body go slack against Seokjin's chest, adding a few very realistic soft snores for good measure. Yoongi felt his body fall gently against the cold mattress on his bed, shivering slightly at the loss of heat from Seokjin's warm body. A blanket was dragged up his body, before footsteps retreated out of the room and the door clicking shut quietly.

Yoongi's eyes widened once he was alone in the dark room, had he heard correct? Did Seokjin just call him cute? It took all his self control not to squeal like a teenage girl. He wiggled down the mattress, throwing the blankets over his head and snuggled into his soft pillows. That night Yoongi had the best sleep of his life, with a smile on his face and a hard cock in his pants.

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The following weekend Yoongi found himself squished between his friends Jungkook and Hoseok in the back seat of Jimin's tiny Hyundai Pony hatchback. Usher's 'U Remind Me' thumped out of the piss-poor and incredibly outdated sound system, tinny and grating on his ears. His friends, including Taehyung who was sitting in the passenger seat, were singing along at the top of their lungs, he threw his head back and groaned. Why did he get stuck with the loud idiots of their group? Yoongi peered through the windscreen, tall, shapely pine trees lined the dirt road they traveled along. Dust swirled around the car, a curtain of brown blocking the view of the car travelling behind them. The sky was dotted with grey clouds, slowly drifting across the sky hiding the sun, who was trying it's hardest to make an appearance.

The car full of friends pulled into a small gravel parking lot and climbed out of the stuffy vehicle. They watched as the trailing car pulled up beside them, excitedly chatting and joking around now that everyone had finally arrived. Today was Namjoon's choice of activity, one Yoongi was secretly dreading - Hiking. He cast a glance towards Seokjin who was dressed in a pair of black and white track suit pants, sneakers, wide brim bucket hat with drawcord and a fluffy cream jumper. He swallowed hard at the thought of wrapping his arms around Seokjin's waist and resting his head against his fleece covered chest. He looked so snuggly and warm and cute, yeah, really really cute.

Yoongi zoned out while the others planned their trek, his mind too focused on Seokjin's beautiful plush lips, enthralled by how his Hyung randomly pouted while he spoke, his plump bottom lip puffing out before returning back to normal. Yoongi found this habit of Seokjin's incredibly endearing and wondered if the man was even aware of what he was doing. Or at just how crazy it was making Yoongi feel.

"Is everyone okay with the plan?" Namjoon asked, slipping away a map into the front pocket of his jacket. The group all spoke at once, loud and chaotic as usual. "Okay well let's go!"

The group trekked for a few hours, enjoying the challenging course. Up and down steep inclines, weaving through lush forest and snaking between narrow boulders that sat unsteadily on either side of their path. They eventually came across a small stream that separated the gravel path, Yoongi looked down at his feet and whined. "Do we have to go through that? I'm wearing brand new shoes." His nose scrunched as he caught sight of the shallow murky water he knew he would have to trudge through.

"Why would you wear new shoes on a hike Yoongi?" Hoseok laughed, clapping the smaller man on the back. Yoongi glared at his friend, tempted to turn around and walk back to the car. Fuck nature.

"Don't worry about it Yoongi-yah, climb on." Seokjin smiled, bending down in front of Yoongi, memories of the previous weekend flooded Yoongi's thoughts. Without hesitation Yoongi climbed onto his back, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. He placed his chin into the crook of Seokjin's shoulder and sighed as herbal scented hair brushed across his nose.

"O-okay then, well errr let's get going then." Namjoon raised his eyebrow, the rest of the group watching quizzically as Seokjin happily carried Yoongi across the stream. They exchanged looks with each other, hushed whispers at what had just transpired, Yoongi knew the others would be talking, getting a piggy back ride was pretty out of character for him, but he was blissfully peaceful at that very moment. So fuck what anyone thought.

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Back at their apartment that night the pair settled into their usual routine of cheap ramen, beer and trashy kdramas on the television.

"Hey Hyung, thanks for picking me up today," Yoongi bit nervously into his thumbnail, a habit he struggled to free himself from, "You didn't need to . . Hobi was right though, those shoes cost $300 why did I choose to wear them today?" Yoongi knew exactly why - he was trying to look good for Seokjin. He had dashed out to a Camping and Fishing store after work to purchase an entirely new outfit for the day. He settled on a long sleeved yellow and green flannel shirt, khaki trousers and a blue and black fleece fila jacket. Plus those damn tramping boots that cost as much as his share of the rent.

Seokjin leaned in, inches away from Yoongi's face, breath catching in the back of his throat, heart hammering against his rib cage. "It was my pleasure," Seokjin grabbed Yoongi by the cheeks and pinched, jiggling the flushed skin between his thumb and index finger, "That's what a good Hyung does, helps their cry baby friends out." He laughed, letting go of Yoongi and plopping back down onto his side of the couch. Yoongi's hand shot up to his cheek, fingers brushing along his warm skin. Seokjin's touch felt amazing, electric sparks coursed through his body, Yoongi wanted those hands touching him in places that crossed the line from friends to lovers, those long fingers curling up inside of him brushing against his sweet sensitive spot, wrapped around his cock pumping him until it was too much to handle and he was screaming Seokjin's name while he spilled his release over his Hyungs hand.

Yoongi found it hard to concentrate on the television in front of him, eyes constantly drifting towards his roommate who looked amazing in a pair of grey shorts and loose white T-shirt, his feet curled up underneath him, strong thigh muscles catching Yoongi's attention. He cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes, Yoongi wasn't sure how much more of Seokjin he could deal with. He was the perfect roommate, but his desire to be fucked by the man was becoming an every minute of the day kinda thing. Maybe Yoongi needed to hurry up and move out. He thought about Seokjin at work, while doing his laundry, on the bus to the grocery store, while putting the rubbish out, when pumping his dildo in and out of his ass, Seokjin was on his mind 24/7.

Yoongi's cock twitched as he watched the couple on television, the male lead carrying the female through a cherry blossom lined park while a terrible ballad wailed in the background. He decided that being carried was his newest kink. Or maybe Seokjin's entire existence was his fetish? He tugged on his hoop earring as his thoughts travelled to a million different scenarios in which Seokjin would need to lift and carry him around. He recalled the previous weekend, waking up while Seokjin carried him to bed, how nice it felt to be held in Seokjin's arms, to hear him call Yoongi cute. He wanted, no he needed that again.

Yoongi glanced out of the corner of his eye, the brunette’s head was down as he browsed at something on his phone, he watered his lips and decided now was the perfect time to enact his master plan. Yoongi closed his eyes and let out a loud yawn, arms stretched high above his head, "Mmmm what's the time?" He asked Seokjin drowsily. "Huh? Oh it's  9:23, are you tired already?" The brunette placed his phone on the coffee table and shifted to face Yoongi. "You're not? We walked a million miles today, of course I'm tired." For theatrics he let out another yawn. Seokjin shrugged and took a sip of his beer. "Guess I've got a better stamina than you."

Over the next half an hour Yoongi let out more fake yawns, complaining about his sore muscles and tired bones - which Seokjin informed him wasn't a real thing and that he was being a whiny old man again. His body sunk into the couch, head lolling against the arm rest as he feigned falling asleep. It would only be a matter of time before he would be whisked away in Seokjin's arms and it was making him giddy, trying his hardest not to crack a smile. Yoongi heard the room fall silent, the television now switched off. His heart was racing, this was it - the big moment - his hands were softly shaking, breath uneven and shallow.

"Hey Yoongi, wake up." A large hand shook his arm attempting to wake him from his faux slumber. His eyebrows furrowed, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Seokjin was supposed to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom, whisper a few sweet words in his ear and maybe jerk him off a bit. He opened his eyes and glared at the handsome man standing over him, his plans were ruined and he and his neglected cock were pretty pissed off.

"Why didn't you just carry me Hyung?" Yoongi sulked, crossing his arms against his chest like a defiant toddler.

"W-why would I? You can walk your legs aren't broken."

"Well you've been carrying me around a lot recently so I just thought you'd do it again tonight. Ahhh fuck it whatever." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the brunette who was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Aish, Yoongi-yah do you enjoy Seokjinnie lifting you up and carrying you around?" He could no longer hold it in, erupting into a fit of laughter.

Yoongi's cheeks burnt bright red, he was already a small man but he had never felt as small as he did right at this moment. Tears threatened to spill over his long lashes, he knew he was being a little dramatic but his heart was practically ripped out of his chest by his crush. Yoongi bowed his head refusing to look anywhere other than at his hands which were clasped together tightly.

"Wait, shit Yoongi I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry," Seokjin dropped down onto his knees and engulfed Yoongi's hands with his own. "So you do enjoy being carried by me?"

Yoongi sniffed, "Yeah. I like a lot about you Hyung, the carrying thing is one of my favourites though."

An awkward silence filled the room, Yoongi's sniffles the only sound to break the dead air. "Well uh, there is a lot I like about you too," he stroked his thumb against the back of Yoongi's hand softly and slowly. "I like your dry sense of humor, the way you screech when you're excited - that is so adorable. I like how passionate you are about music and I really like how your cheeks turn red whenever we touch each other by accident. I sorta brush up against you on purpose just to see it."

A gasp escaped Yoongi's lips, head snapping up to look into the dark chocolate eyes of his roommate. Seokjin's cheeks puffed wide as he gave Yoongi a sweet smile, his thumb continuing to draw circles over Yoongi's hands which were resting in his lap. "I think you're cute Yoongi-yah, and I'd love to kiss you. If you'd allow me to of course."

Yoongi's eyes darted to Seokjin's plump lips, inviting and glistening. He couldn't hold back any longer, throwing himself forward as he smashed their lips together, hungry and desperate. In the wild rush of lips and tongues exploring new territory their noses bumped together, deep chuckles slipping out between kisses. Yoongi's hands frantically grasped onto Seokjin's hair, pulling him down so their body's were close but it still wasn't enough, he needed to feel naked flesh against his own. Yoongi's long fingers travelled underneath Seokjin's thin cotton T-shirt and brushed against his soft stomach, over his nipples rubbing the hard nubs between his fingers and then back down his chest. He played with the elastic waist of Seokjin's shorts, dipping his hand inside, fingers grazing the wiry mound of pubic hair just above where his hands really wanted to touch, "I-is this okay Hyungie?" Yoongi whimpered, Seokjin's tongue running along the exposed skin of his neck, teeth nipping the soft skin.

"Mmmm yeah, touch Hyung Yoongi." Seokjin bit down gently his teeth scraping the skin. He attached his lips against the smaller man's neck, alternating between sucking on the warm flesh and sly little nibbles, creating deep purple bruises that contrasted beautifully against Yoongi's pale skin. While Seokjin was busy marking his neck, Yoongi pulled his cock out of the shorts and stroked sensually up and down his length, which was growing harder and stiffer in his hand. His hand glided over Seokjin's length at a quickening pace, flicking his wrists and gripping tight around the head before pulling off and pumping again. Yoongi added another hand on Seokjin's shaft and slowly twisted in opposite directions, up then down, left then right.  His fingers played with the tip of his cock, pressing his thumb into the slit, stroking playfully over the head.

"Fuck your cock feels amazing Hyung," Yoongi sighed, Seokjin's cock pulsing in his grip, "C-can we fuck?"

Seokjin removed his swollen lips from Yoongi's neck with a 'pop' and took his time licking along the already fucked out man's lips, pressing their soft flesh against each other, gentle kisses that were in in opposition of the acceleration of Yoongi's heart beat. Seokjin sat between Yoongi's legs on the floor, hands roaming over the blonds thighs. When he reached Yoongi's crotch his fingers ghosted over Yoongi's hard cock visible through his sweats, he bucked his hips desperate for Seokjin's touch.

"Hyung's got you Yoongi, just sit back and relax hmmm?" He placed a sloppy wet kiss against the fleece material and helped pull them down to Yoongi's ankles. "Such a pretty cock Yoongi-yah." Seokjin's voice was smooth and sweet. His fingers grazed against Yoongi's balls, eyes flicking back up to watch Yoongi's reaction. He continued to massage his sack, pulling lightly and wiggling the weight in his hand. He rubbed his cheek along the soft skin of Yoongi's balls and then up and down his incredibly hard shaft. Tongue flicking out to leave small licks along the side, down to his balls and then further below to the sweet spot between Yoongi's balls and warm inviting hole.

Yoongi's slit was leaking precum so Seokjin lapped it up, moaning sinfully. A groaned escaped the back of Yoongi's throat when Seokjin took his balls into his mouth, sucking and kissing all over. He took his time enjoying their heat in his mouth. He stroked the blonds length while sucking the pale skin of Yoongi's inner thighs. Seokjin sat back and removed he and Yoongi's bottoms completely, throwing the pants into a small pile in the corner of the room. He stood and motioned for Yoongi to stand with him. Their lips crashed against another's once more, Yoongi standing on his tippy toes to match his Hyungs height. A knee slipped between Yoongi's thighs as the two men continued to taste and explore each others mouths.

"Shit, we need lube, uhhh, don't move Yoongi-yah! I'll be back quickly." Seokjin ran towards his bedroom leaving Yoongi standing naked from the waist down in their living room, cock red and hot. He gripped onto the base and squeezed tight, moaning at his own touch. Seokjin returned cock glistening from the lube, bouncing with every step. Yoongi gulped, Seokjin was longer than any cock his ass had taken before but god was he eager to have it inside him.

They kissed passionately while Seokjin fingered Yoongi's hole, stretching him open enough for his cock. Yoongi's mind had turned to mush, absolutely lost in the moment. It was as though Seokjin had flicked a switch in his ass to become a whimpering, whining mess. Seokjin bent his knees and using his right hand guided his cock into Yoongi's tight hole. Once inside he allowed Yoongi to get used to his size while his hands reached out to wrap around Yoongi's small waist. Without warning he lifted Yoongi, a squeak echoing in the silent room. "You are adorable Yoongi-yah, can't wait to hear more noises come from those pretty lips." Yoongi's legs wrapped around Seokjin's waist which readjusted their position, cock now deeper than before, big hands reached down to Yoongi's ass holding him in place as they walked out of the living room and into the hallway.

Yoongi held on tight, gripping onto strong shoulders as he was pushed against the wall with a thud. Seokjin's arms trembled from Yoongi’s weight so he started to pound into his ass before it was too much and he would have to let him go. Yoongi let out tiny pants and whimpers, eyelids half closed, mouth so slack drool was starting to drip from the corners. Seokjin's cock grazed over his prostate, hitting deep and hard with every thrust. "Hyung, hy-hyung ahh ah so good." His hands roamed over Seokjin's back leaving red and pink marks underneath the thin material of his shirt. His cock was trapped between their bodies, friction from their movements driving him insane.

Sweat dripped down Seokjin's face, his arms close to giving out. This was more intense than any workout his personal trainer at the gym had given him. He slammed his cock into Yoongi repeatedly eager to cum inside his ass. Yoongi's whimpers in his ear pushed Seokjin to his peak and exploded his white hot cum into Yoongi's warm hole.

They stood still while Seokjin caught his breath, Yoongi hanging onto his neck for dear life, almost as though the floor was lava. "Hyungie make me come, pleaseeeee I'm so close." Yoongi whined, nipping at Seokjin's lips then pouting against the plush flesh. He would rather be dead than admit it, but Seokjin was right - he was a bit of a drama queen. "I'll have to put you down though, I think my arms are about to fall off." Seokjin chuckled as Yoongi detached his legs from around the brunette's waist and placed them on the floor.

Seokjin reached down and gripped tight onto Yoongi's aching cock, moving his hand in a steady rhythm. Their foreheads touched, breathing in each others air, hushed pants and whimpers shared between the pair as they kiss messily, lips grazing chins and teeth clinking. Yoongi bucked into Seokjin's grip, incredibly close to his high. Seokjin's cum escaping slowly out of his hole and running down his creamy white thighs and the hand around his cock pushed Yoongi to his release, "Ah-ah Hyung don't stop, ahh I'm going to come, shit ahh." His body tensed as he came harder than ever before, Seokjin barely moving his hand as his cock throbbed and pulsated.

"Hyung, you have no idea how long I've wanted this to happen." Yoongi sighed, wrapping his hands around Seokjin's neck, fingers crawling their way up to thread through short dark hair. "I've wanted to do that since the day I moved in," Seokjin whispered in reply, ears turning crimson, "Come on let's get cleaned up and then cuddle."

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The pair made their way into Seokjin's bed, snuggled between a mess of cushions and soft toys, their limbs a tangled mess as impatient hands explored naked skin. They laughed as revelations of their feelings for each other were finally said out loud, cheeks tight and sore from smiling so hard. "Seokjin-hyung can we do this more often?" Yoongi's eyes avoided the naked man beside him focusing on the window pane instead. "Well I would hope so since I want to make your my boyfriend Yoongi-yah." Fingers caught hold of Yoongi's chin as his face was guided towards Seokjin's, a shy kiss planted on his lips. "Yes Hyung, fuck yes I'll be your boyfriend."

The roommates turned lovers drifted off to sleep that night with satisfied smiles on their faces, excited for what the future would hold for them both.