#the 'people who know me call me buck' wasnt about his name it was about his parents not knowing him

[wikiangela]

unpopular opinion but I really don't think Buck hates his last name as much as people think? he never ever expressed that in canon, no matter how you choose to interpret certain scenes.

he literally goes by 'buck', an abbreviation of his last name lol

[introloves]

thank you to @starrydaisy for this delicious idea <3 (sorry if it isn’t that good ;-;)

— cw; sacrilege/sacrilegious acts + corruption + heavy mention of god + mentions of guilt

your whole life had revolved around scripture, faith, and god. it was a constant loop between those core elements, it hung over your head in every waking moment. parents, fellow church members, always reminding you that, ‘god almighty is always watching.’

you hoped he wasnt. you didnt want him to see you like this, being preyed on by everything that they had told you to stay away from.

in all honesty, you had tried so hard not to fall into temptation, you had just wanted to shoo the man presumably selling unsuspecting kids that filthy worldly poison, but it was difficult when tempation itself was towering over you, ruby red eyes- the same color represented in lust itself- sweeping your body.

“hm? and who are you?” he questioned, voice heavy and dark, he stepped forward and you shuffled back, hitting the back walls of the church.

he asked, but he already knew. you were just another sweet little church girl, he’d seen you devoutly attend church almost every day of the week, turned your nose up at him everytime you’d seen him. if only you knew just how many of the people you prayed next to came to him instead of dedicating their precious lives to god.

it was late, sun had long since set, everyone had gone home for the day and now it was just you and him.

“m-me? n-nobody.” you sputtered, heart spiking as he stepped even closer.

knees that had been sunken against the church floor in prayer now buckled with fear. the man took notice, smirking at the way he could see each tremble beneath your modest skirt.

your body pulsed, blood rushing from your heart to the tips of your fingers, a singular thought crossed your mind when he lifted an arm and trapped you agasint the wall that he was looking at you in a way no man ever did.

it was predatory, animalistic, textbook definition of the carnal sin you’d read about.

“i dont think thats true, bunny.” he responded, your eyes widened at the name.

it brought a sick feeling of guilt simmering in your stomach when you realized you were aroused, you closed your eyes when it hit you just how much you wanted him to call you that again.

“oh?” he made a noise of surprise, leaning in to watch your reaction. he could see your pulse in your neck, quick and scared.

“do you like that? bunny?”

it was confusing, you weren’t supposed to be enjoying this, when did the feeling of fear turn into arousal?

was it just because you had never been this close to a man?

was it because you had never felt the heat of a man like this and with an intention of lust that rolled off of him in waves, or the way you could feel him everywhere without even touching you?

he made you feel small, maybe that name was well deserved for a meek little thing like you.

he chuckled, reveling in the way he could hear your knees snap shut.

“oh how nice, i’ve gone and made a cute little christian girl soak her panties haven’t i?”

you had never heard words like that, not fully understanding what he meant, but you knew it was filthy and disgusting. you clamped your hands over your ears, heat prickling everywhere.

“ah- ah- ah, lets not go and act shy now.” you jumped at the way his hands grabbed yours, whimpering when he swooped down and pressed you back against the dirty wall.

the feeling of him touching you ignited the singular need to have even more- it was like you were seeing for the first time. you had become keenly away of the throb between your legs, like you had come alive, a second heart beat knocking heavily.

“lets see if i was right.” he murmured, choosing to drop your hands in favor of grabbing the front of your skirt with the biggest hands you have ever seen on anyone.

you let him, staying perfectly still while he bunched it higher and higher.

you could have said no, he had looked at you, giving you many outs- giving you opportunities to stop this, but you really were weak. anyone with more faith, more dedication to god would have stopped him, you thought, but you didnt. you wanted to feel more, wanted to see what he was offering.

just like the people he sold to, he had caught you in a trap of allure, wanting to see more, wanting to see what the man with ruby eyes and red hair had to give you.

you didn’t know what to say when he finally found your underwear, unfamiliar with the wetness there- embarrassed because for a moment you had thought you had wet yourself.

his finger slid easily against the slick, puffy lips spreading so easily for him.

oh he was going to enjoy this pussy.

“fuck.” he hissed. bringing the now soaking fingers right inbetween you and him. taking time to show you, show you what a filthy man like him was doing to you.

“w-what is- i-i’m sorry.” you all but cried, and god, the indirect declaration that you had never gotten wet sent tendou spiraling. head swimming, he was so hard.

he was just going to play with you a bit, scare you off and let him continue on his dealings, but he couldnt let you go now, it wasnt every day that a sweet girl like you walked right into his web.

instead of responding, he dove back in, fingers finding your clit with ease. wondering what reaction he was going to get from you because there was no way you’d ever touched yourself. it was all so exciting to him, dirtying up a clean slate.

“ah! o-oh! what a-are you doing.” it was all babbling, unable to come to grasp at the wonderful feeling.

you had begun rocking against him, tears freely falling down your face.

“i’m fingering you.” he simply responded his own voice heavy and raspy.

“please, please. god please.” you cried when he circled the hardened bud.

he stopped at that, and you whined.

“no.” he snapped, grabbing your hip, slipping that singular finger down to sink into your pussy.

“not god. tendou. say it. say my name.” he- tendou growled with clipped words.

you swallowed hard, there were no words to form the shame you felt, but it didn’t outweigh the need to chase... chase whatever high he was bringing you.

it was all too much, his one finger felt so foreign as it prodded your virgin walls but it felt like it belonged there and you wanted more.

“tendou, oh!” you panted unabashedly into the night, the rough walls of the church dug into your back, it hurt, but with rocking hips you bucked against his working hand.

you’d never thought you could make the noises you were making, never thought that a man could touch you like this. there was tightness curling in the pit of your stomach, clenching with every drag of his fingers against your pussy.

it made you heave, made your toes curl, and finally the searing pleasure he brought you reached its peak- and it snapped when he crooked that one long finger of his up, hitting something inside you that made you arch, thighs tremble with vigor while his name played like a sweet prayer against your mouth.

just like he thought, you were already cumming.

little virgin you clamped down on just one of his fingers, gripping him tight while the growing wetness trickled out in an oozing stream.

you’d figure this is why so many walked the path without god, while cumming, screaming out his name- uncaring with who would hear, eyes blown out, body shuddering, hips thrusting against his hold- you realized that the sin of just being from flesh and blood was all worth it.

a man was the one making you feel like this, tendou was the one who brought you to tears. he made you feel closer to any deity than the dutiful praying you had partaken in all your life.

he held you when your body finally relaxed, slumping against him, he- who smelled like weed and an earthy cologne was the one who held you as your body gave out.

he praised you, telling you how good you did while also inquiring your name, asking you were you lived so he could take you home, all the while licking his finger and hand clean of your cum.

without hesitation you told him, shaking while you gripped his shirt. hoping that he truly was real and that he wouldn’t leave you slumped against the old church wall.

and he didn’t, there was still so much more to show you. the thrill of taking this fallen from grace sweet innocent little thing under his wing was much too good.

he wasn’t going to let you go, he wanted to paint your cute face in his cum, wanted to split your virgin cunt open. you were his now.

he walked you home, laughing at you when you cried about the wetness between your legs, dripping down to your ankles.

tendou chatted with you like he didnt just defile you against the church walls, you thought about how wrong the depictions of the devil and temptations were in the bible.

you simply thought that sinning shouldn’t feel this good if it was bad for you.

you knew he looked at you like you belonged to him, looked at you like he wanted to devour you, the perfect mix of fear and excitement coursed through your body because you wanted him to.

you wanted to know just what he could make you feel. everything you had ever learned, all of the punishments you’d surely get either now or in the afterlife seemed bleak in comparison to the throbbing he brought your body.

[fanficsandfluff]

That Damned Laugh

To the anon who informed me of Rainbow Rowell's RACISM, i am writing this for my love of the characters, not the author's writing skill or fame. fuck her. i am still very much aware of what she wrote about and how she portrayed a character, but i cannot stop this inspiration when it comes to me. (wait to be clear to everyone reading this who hadn't seen the anons and my discussion, carry on wasnt the accused racist book. that was something else.)

If you, anon, end up seeing this and maybe don't like what I'm doing or whatnot, I'd love to hear from you again.

For those of you who maybe do practice Death of the Author, I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Carry On

Characters: Simon Snow, Baz Pitch

Words: 1,905

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BAZ

Simon Snow does not laugh, full stop.

(Well, to be fair I'm not a cackler much myself, but I do at least guffaw from time to time.)

Snow spent so much of his youth being weighed down by the 'Chosen One' moniker and being tormented by yours truly. Still, I know of that little list he kept of things he liked about Watford and all its experiences and people. It seemed he did take joy in most of it all. After all, I'm sure he had fun at Bunce's house on many an occasion.

But just being around him and in this way for a while now, you start to notice. He's seen me laugh. A few times, in fact. And hard. I'm not very proud of it; what that man can do to me and make me do. He doesn't like when I cover my hand over my smile. It's habit, though, I've reminded him countless times. The fangs and all. We're working on it.

But Simon may just smile or huff. I've giggled with him on our particularly soft nights or togethertimes.

All this to say... I've found a new hobby/goal/obsession recently.

Make Simon Snow laugh.

My cheekiness all these years has kept my humor to cruel, lowbrow tones. Maybe it makes me less funny, I don't know. But once or twice I'd nail a comeback or snarky one-liner (of course with a bit of flirt thrown in) and Snow will giggle and shake his head. But that's all I've achieved! A small, pandering, boring -- though still admirably adorable -- (Damn that Snow) giggle.

I've moved on to physical humor. I tried throwing myself dramatically over him when he's in bed, but he just seems to think it's all part of my Pitch flair.

Today I made a minor breakthrough.

I was in the kitchen trying to mix myself a smoothie. Bunce has been gushing about a smoothie craze for weeks now, so I finally figured why not. The damn lid wasn't on tight enough. Not-yet-smooth smoothie shot everywhere. There was a pause as it happened, my one hand on the Liquify button, my other resting nonchalantly atop the lid that didn't do any lidding, dammit.

Snow looked up at me from his seat by the kitchen counter, eyes drawn from his phone. A beat. He barked out a laugh. A much louder one than I think I'd ever heard him make.

"Put a sock in it, Snow," I growled, to keep with my facade, though inside I was jittery with glee. I wanted to hear more.

Snow convinced me to binge a new show. Crime Minds. Something like that. No, criminal. It's Criminal Minds.

You wouldn't expect this to be a series fit enough for a cuddle, but Snow and I are an unexpected couple. So it works.

A few dumb jokes are littered throughout the show, in between corpses and the same police station set being reorganized and shot from different angles every episode. One such joke was so inconspicuous and so nothing that I cannot even recall it now. But both Snow and I chuckled at it. Then Snow made an additional comment to it, making me laugh. And soon we were both giggling together like schoolboys, like we had early on when we were maybe still a bit bashful with each other.

He shoved his face into my ribs and snorted when I whispered the new inside joke much later on in the episode. I was also grinning like a madman, but the soft tickle his action gave me didn't exactly---

Oh.

In bed. Perfect. Lovers fool around all the time in bed. Not fool around as in sex--well, no, of course sex, but I mean they also play around-- never mind.

SIMON

Baz has been acting off lately. I can't quite put my finger on what it is. He seems distracted. More like how I act. I'm always thinking of something else, not able to stay focused on one thing for long. He's like that, but trying to act like he isn't.

We're doing something odd today. We're in bed at sunset. It's hardly sunset, as a matter of fact. The sun isn't seeping orange and red into the flat yet. Penelope took us out on a hike today. It tuckered the both of us out. Baz drained a buck when we got home.

I'm laying perpendicular to Baz (or is it parallel? composite? I could never remember mathematics), my legs resting over his stomach. He's reading and I'm playing a puzzle app on my phone.

BAZ

Now's the time, Baz. Just do it, don't think.

His socked feet are right in front of me. There's only been a handful of times we've sat in this position, half of them being my lower half resting on Simon's sturdier upper half. It's now or never.

I stare at his feet for too long, zoning out and forgetting that I was left staring at them, so it definitely looked like I have a fetish for feet. Which I don't. Focus, Basilton.

I take a finger-- no, two fingers. I scratch quickly at his heel. His leg jerks, foot being pulled back.

"What?" he asks me, as if I hadn't been plotting this for weeks. As if I just did it to get his attention.

"Something on the bottom of your sock, love."

Simon went right back to his head hanging upside down off the side of the bed, phone held out in front of his eyes.

Well, that proved one thing. He's ticklish.

He places his ankles right back where they originally were, crossed, atop my stomach. I try again, this time on his arch. I apply more pressure.

"Bahaz!" Simon shakes his foot out, "Is that how you start a foot massage?"

"Would you like a foot massage?"

"No. Not if it's going to tickle like that."

My cheeks heat up. Damn that buck. I'm rosier than I usually am.

"You're ticklish?" I ask, coolly. I barely stuttered.

"I wouldn't try it," he's back to looking at his phone again, "Penny did once and I nearly broke her elbow or something. She wouldn't stop talking about it for days."

"So you're very ticklish, then."

"Don't," this is the first time Snow seems to tense up.

There's a moment of quiet between us. A tense quiet. I lunge for his ankles and he shoots up into a sitting position. I scratch at his arch with four fingers now and he screams.

"Baz!" Simon whines a bit and he somehow yanks his legs free, not without losing one of his socks in my grip.

SIMON

He's grinning at me. No. Sneering.

I still hate when he does that. Reminds me of back when I wanted to throttle him. Sometimes I still do.

"Baz," I warn. His whole posture changes into a predator's, like he's the lion and I'm his fresh zebra. The new stance sends a shiver down my spine, with his shoulders hunched and all, ready to pounce.

"Baz... Baz, Baz, Baz..." I say over and over again because he's smiling at me, and then I start to smile, too, "Bahaz!" I try once more, but his name is all that's coming out, and now I'm giggling. I'm nervous. He did this to me.

BAZ

He's already giggling and I haven't even laid a hand on him.

"Yes, Snow?" I respond to his many calls of my name before I lurch forward, sending my whole body crashing on top of his and trying to pin him. I dig my fingers into his sides and don't stop for as long as I can maintain contact through his squirming.

"Gehehet off!" he's already crumbling, words being broken up with short laughs.

I slide my fingertips to his stomach and scratch there; Snow bucks. It gets even better when my cold fingers make contact with his warm skin beneath the shirt he's wearing. He yelps like I've never heard him yelp (like he's burnt his finger, but he's also 11-years-old again), and he dissolves into loud, beautiful laughter.

"St-Stohohop! Baz! I'm going to end you!"

"Isn't that how we always said it would end? Snuffing each other out? I'm perfectly happy that it's now going to end in my favor. You should've told me you were this easy to defeat earlier on, Snow."

"Shut up!" he cackles, legs kicking wildly behind me, as my body is thrown over his torso. Now I have both my hands buried into his sides, squeezing and squeezing. I get curious, my cheeks still burning with blood, and I lean down to his neck and... (no, I don't bite) I start nibbling. Snow loses it.

His whole face scrunches up, as I watch when I pull my head back. His smile is huge and bright. And the laughs bubble up from his stomach, releasing softer into the air like he sucked a little of the joy from it before releasing to keep for himself.

"Dohon't do that!"

"I thought you love my kisses."

"Not tha-HAAT!"

He shrieks again, hands too slow to stop my face from moving in. I nibble and even lick a few times, careful not to touch him with my fangs.

Did I mention that my hands are still tickling at his sides and ribs while I'm nibbling? Oh yes, I've waited so long for this sound. I wasn't going to make it come out lightly.

I blow a raspberry and that's when Snow's laughter catches and turns all hiccuppy. The noises are infecting me, starting to make me giggle. I shift, and my face now descends towards his stomach, which is bared after I rucked the shirt up.

SIMON

"TYRANNUS BASILTON G-GRIMM FUCKING PITCH-- OR WHATEVER YOUR LONG STUPID ARSEHOLE NAME IS--"

He's laughing at me. I keep laughing even without him tickling me.

"I swehehear I'm going to fucking kill you and your whole family if you do that dohown thehere--" I'm hiccuping. Crowley, how embarrassing.

BAZ

He's got me. I can hardly breathe from laughter. I keel over into him or he into me, but soon we're a laughing pile together on top of the mussed up sheets on the bed.

I make a loud snort and that reels us both back in again, laughing til we're red in the face and til my cheeks hurt.

Simon is giggling away, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself, but he just keeps on giggling. I'm able to sit up a little more and Snow's head is in my lap. He's beaming and looking up at me through squinted, teary eyes.

"That was fun," I say, and I don't think it's the brightest or smartest thing to say. But I say it.

"I love you," Snow's smile is still wide, like he's drunk from it. There's a moment where I feel like I've died again, color drained from me.

It doesn't seem to bother him, that he's said that. For the first time. I run my fingers through his reddish curls once, letting them tangle in the locks towards the back of his head. I hunch myself down so I can kiss him.

"I've wanted to hear that for so long," I whisper.

"That I love you? You haven't figured it out by now?"

"No, you idiot," I say with nothing but fondness, brushing my nose along Simon's jaw, "Your laugh."

[modern-vellichor]

Grief, is a Beautiful Thing

Stage Two: Anger

Warnings: Grief!! Mentions of death, suicide. Loss of a major character. Battles with depression, silent tears, heart and gut wrenching sadness, minor smut just to keep you on your toes.

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Anger; a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

Eventually, after weeks of watching the front door with a longing look in your eyes, after weeks of keeping Steve's things untouched, after weeks of waiting up at night for him, you realised, maybe, he isn't coming back. You were mad.

You were angry at Steve, angry at him for lying to you, for leaving you. You were furious at him for leaving you cold and broken and empty and thinking you were strong enough to pick yourself back up again.

You were angry at Bucky for trying. He was always there for you, calming you, telling you everything was okay, and it wasn't, it really wasnt.

You and Steve never argued, never in public anyway. God, if you could see him now, you would scream and shout and make sure he knew how wrong he was, how much you hated him right now. How could he do this to you.

You had disobeyed direct orders on a mission. Steve told you to hold back, but you saw and opportunity, and you took it, it was the right decision. Sure, you got stabbed a few times, but you got what you needed, quicker too.

"I can't believe you, Y/N. I gave you a direct order and you didn't follow it. Look at you now, you could have died"

You rolled your eyes at the love of your life, sighed, and stood up, blood trickling through your fingers clutched to your side.

"With all due respect, Captain, I did what had to be done, and it worked. So don't criticize my decisions", you only called him Captain when you were raging, when you thought he didn't even deserve the acknowledgment of a name.

"You are hurt, you went against me. I could ruin your career for that stunt"

"You wouldn't dare, don't lie to yourself"

"God, you're so fucking full of yourself, Y/N"

"excuse me?", you scoffed, eyebrows raised. Steve immediately regretted his words, uttering hurried apologies. "You know what, Cap, I am full of myself. I'm such a narcissist, such a bad person, huh. Where did our little golden boy go wrong, ending up with a good for nothing gal like me, huh?"

As if right on time, the jet had landed, so you made a grand exit, waltzing off the jet with your head held high, and tears in your eyes.

You couldn't go to your own room, not where the sheets smelled of him, not where his things sat snug next to yours. So you knocked on Bucky's door, he let you in without hesitation. He walked you to his bed, he held you as you cried, cradled you until you slept. He tucked you in under blankets that smelled like coconut, gun powder, and whiskey.

So as you lay, head buried into a pillow that smelt like Steve, tears staining soft satin, you thought about doing the exact same thing.

You picked yourself up, untangling yourself from the sheets, bare feet padding to the elevator. Straight to Bucky's door.

knock knock knock. gentle and soft, barely audible.

"doll?", he was half asleep in his doorway.

"hey, buck", you muttered, smiling sadly.

"what's up?"

"I can't sleep in there, Bucky. I can't do it. I swear to god, hes everywhere", you sobbed.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his room, into his bed. For once, you welcomed the cooing and the soft touches. You appreciated the way he cradled your face in his hands as you cried, catching tears with his thumbs as he watched you fall apart. He was holding you together, his legs tangled with yours, his lips uttering sweet redemption into your hair, hands softly drawing circles on your back.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him in return, you pressed your face into his neck, breathing him in, soaking him up. This was what you need right now, and you fell asleep bathed in the warmth of his bare soul.

Bucky's eyes opened to you making your way out of his room. He sighed, hands reached out to you, lazily.

"why are you up so early, doll?", he checked the clock. 05:57am.

"I gotta work"

"you really gotta take some time off, you're gonna work yourself to death, especially in your form"

You gave him a small smile, "I'll be fine, Barnes. Go back to sleep"

He happily obliged, rolling over and closing his eyes, hearing the far away click of his door closing.

You locked yourself in your office the entirety of the day, making angry phone calls to people who just wouldn't listen, pacing as you waiting on stats to come through, filing reports, organising mission after mission, without even considering a break.

Bucky knocked on your door around 6, pushing it open softly.

"Hey, Barnes. What is it?", you asked, not looking up from your computer as your fingers danced quickly across the keys.

"Its dinnertime, come eat"

"I'm not hungry, but thank you"

"Y/N", you answered his calls, not taking your eyes off the screen. "Y/N, look at me, for God's sake"

You slammed the laptop shut, eyeing him up and down dangerously. Sure, Bucky Barnes might be able to snap your neck with his little finger, but he couldn't break a man down like you could. He couldn't stare at people so hard it bore holes in their skulls, he couldn't exude power like you did, he couldn't tear into someone's soul with spiteful words and a harsh tone, not like you.

"What was that? I'm looking now, Mr. Barnes, please, embarrass yourself further, you have my full attention", you smiled at him, but it was sly and condescending.

"You haven't eaten all day, you need to eat"

"I need to do my job, and I think you've forgotten that I am, in fact, your superior, so get out of my office", with that, you opened the laptop again, and continued on with your furious typing.

Bucky didn't budge, he knew you could get irritable on a good day, and good days usually didn't involve dying, being resurrected, losing half your team, and taking over Stark Industries.

"Y/N, please, come on. You're being irrational"

"And you're forgetting your place, you always do. I care about you, Buck, but now is not the time to be sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong, go annoy Sam or something, I don't have the time for you"

You stood up and ushered him to your door, with a hand on the handle, you gazed at him with a harsh stare.

"Have a goodnight, Barnes, stay out of my office"

You swung the door closed, if slammed shut mere inches away from Bucky's nose.

You avoided him like the plague for the next few days, not meeting his gaze, not uttering his name. You spent all your time locked in your office, not saying anything to anyone, until you had to.

You called a meeting, the pathetic remains of your team gathered around you. A teenage boy, a bird man, a god of thunder and an ex assassin walked into a room, what a wild joke.

You briefed them, you flew them out to the hotel, nicer than the last one you stayed in. You could only get three rooms, Sam got one to himself, he won rock, paper, scissors.

The awkward silence had settled thick and heavy between you and Bucky, sat on your own separate beds, neon light filtering in through the curtain.

"I think it's your turn to tell me a story", that was the first thing he had said to you in days, you were shocked, a little taken aback.

"what?"

"The last time you and I were in a hotel room, you asked for a story, and I gave you one. I want a story."

"oh", you chuckled, "what about?"

He thought for a minute, shifting to face you, blue eyes bright and playful.

"a boy"

You both laughed, all remnants of anger and spite evaporating. This was exactly like Bucky, make everything better with a joke and a laugh.

"I don't really have stories about boys. I was only 18 when I started with Stark. I met Steve when I was 23-"

"How did you meet Steve?", he cut in. You realised then, no one had ever told Bucky that story.

"He never told you?", Bucky shook his head in response.

"Well-"

You met Steve before Thanos, before Bucky, before Ultron even. You were young,

You walked with purpose across the dirt and sand, General Sanchez struggling to keep up as he briefed you. You were in an old army uniform, one that had once belonged to a friend, it was a little tight but it made do.

"Ms. Y/L/N, you said you called backup?", he asked, hesitant.

"I did", on cue, the quinjet handed some feet ahead, and Tony stepped out. "and there he is"

Tony started to walk alongside you and the General, the team walking a few feet behind you.

"Stark, pleasure seeing you again"

"same goes for you, Y/N, what's happening"

"ever seen Godzilla?"

These creatures had been popping up around coasts all over the world, a couple even had gone as far as peaking tails out of the water, ridges on their backs visible deep below the surface. All you knew is that they were massive, monstrously big, and dangerous. They had been testing the waters, seeing how ready you were for an attack, and today was the day. According to radar scans, the biggest off them all had showed up off the coast of L.A, so here you were.

Steve couldn't help but stare at you, walking tall and dignified, head held high, voice strong and authoritative. Even as you were bleeding out on the floor, cheek swollen, lip cut, eyes blackened, he thought you were beautiful, angelic.

"Really?", Bucky laughed. You just nodded, saddened by the distant memory. "you guys always seemed so, settled"

"once upon a time we were running around like kids, sneaking into empty offices to make out like horny teenagers. We settled down eventually", bitterness was evident in your voice as you spoke. You missed those days, running around with Steve's hand in yours. He had really ruined hand holding for you.

"You wanna know what Steve said to me on our first date?", you asked, breath trembling and voice shaky, tears brimming in your eyes.

"sure..", he spoke hesitantly, not sure if that was the right answer or not.

"He said, "you remind me of a girl I knew back in the war", the same girl he left me for. He fell in love with me because I reminded him of a dead girl."

You and Bucky ducked behind a car, both of you officially out of ammunition. You sighed, looking around for any form of weapon as bullets came ricocheting towards you.

"If this is how we go, I'm gonna be pretty fucking pissed", he scoffed, always making a joke.

"me too, Buck"

Your eyes scanned the ground desperately, Bucky was trying to get to Sam, Thor, even Peter, but the comms had been cut. Your eyes settled on a baseball bat not far from Bucky's feet.

"Hey, Bucky?"

"yeah, pup?", for a split second that dream flashed behind your eyes. pup.

you were snapped from your thought by a bullet flying past your ear.

"I got another story for ya", you grinned. Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

"Now?"

"I used to play a lot of baseball in high school", he followed your gaze, mischievous grin playing at his lips.

"you sure?"

And with that, you emerged from behind the car, bat in hand.

"Hiya, boys", you called out to the two thugs stood in front of you, they trained they're guns on you, just not quick enough.

Before they could even process what was happening, you were on top of them, swinging, punching, kicking. Bucky snuck up behind you, joining in on the fight.

Your breathing was heavy as the two men collapsed at your feet, blood spattered across your chest and face, Bucky couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach, red always was your colour.

There was a wicked smile playing on your lips, teeth sharp and glinting, you looked psychopathic, killer, and Bucky loved it.

Maybe he could help you release some of that anger, he hadn't gotten a good beating in a while.

You went out the night you got back. You almost went to knock on Natasha's door to invite her with you, you stopped yourself with tears in your eyes when you remembered.

You didn't tell anyone where you were going, to be honest, you didn't know yet. You slipped out of the compound quietly, the kind of thing Steve would have disapproved of.

You decided on a quaint little bar, a few blocks away, small and cozy. Old jazz hummed softly through the speakers, you fit right in, blending in with the crowd, no one paid you any mind, and you reveled in it. Being normal for once, being another someone in the crowd, instead of some comic book superhero.

A few hours went by, you spent the time people watching. You paid particular attention to a girl, not much younger than you, she looked just like Natasha, she even ordered a vodka and soda, you just smiled to yourself.

You heard someone slid into the barstool next to you, it must have been at least midnight at this point. He ordered an old fashioned, Bucky's signature. You just kept your attention trained on the other patrons, that was until you felt a hand splayed across your back and warm breath fanning out across your bare shoulder, you were ready to punch a man at least twice your size. You turned around, hand balled into a fist.

"Hey, pup"

"Bucky?"

It must've been the drinks, it had to have been. Bucky's tongue was hot and heavy in your mouth, hands all over your body. He kicked your door closed behind the both of you, pushing you up against it, rough. The wind was knocked from your lungs, his lips travelled down your face, leaving a trail of wet kisses across your jaw and down your neck. He nipped at the shell of your ear before growling, low and animalistic.

"I saw you covered in that blood on the mission, and I just couldn't help myself, pup, I had to get myself a taste"

fuck. me.

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[blkgirl-writing]

To Leave A Broken Soul

Laurie Laurence x F!Reader Smut

Summary: Laurie can't help falling fast for you, a woman who can only stay for a month or two. How will the last day together end?

Warnings: SMUT! ANGST! oral (male receiving), Fingering, some fluff, basically fulfilling all the requests I got in one fic.

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The way Laurie looked at you was something you had seen by many of men. A deep, internal longing.

You sat on the floor, leaning against the end of Laurie's wooden bed. Admittedly, the you had been sitting there in silence for what seemed like hours. Fiddling with each others fingers, him shamelessly lifting your shirt off so he could touch his "favorite part of your body"

Laurie had been staring at the blank wall for quite some time now, sighing dramatically every few moments. Eventually, he reached into his pant pocket, coming up with a hand rolled cigarette of some sorts, and a lighter. His loose poet's shirt, with a few buttons undone, fell ever so slightly off his shoulder, exposing the pale, glowing skin.

"I heard it makes time slow" he suggested, turning the item in his fingers a few times, before taking it in his lips, and lighting the end. His head leaned back against the wooden board. And lord, his profile was one of the gods. Hair messy and eyes low, effortlessly beautiful.

After a minute or two, he handed it to you, lazily looking over to your face, then eyes drawing to your bare chest. The way he licked his lips didnt go unnoticed by you.

You willingly pushed the joint into your lips, a somewhat familiar smoke flooding into your mouth, and flowing out just as soon as it entered. Laurie watched as your lips parted for another puff, intent on how your eyes fluttered shut. The way the sunlight caught on your lashes, dancing around you skin, the illusion of a greek goddess appearing right in front of him. Aphrodite. The sight of you being of pure sex, pure beauty. Love.

"Take a photograph, love. It will last longer," you tilted your head to the boy, offering the joint back to him, lips pressed into a sly smirk as his cheeks grew a rosey pink. Ah, how you loved to tease the witty, charming man.

"Why do you call me love when you insist on leaving me," laurie muttered, like a outing child denied of candy. He took a long drag, letting the smoke rest in his lungs for a few long moments. "It doesnt make any sense."

"There's worlds out there I have yet to see, love. People I have yet to fuck. Theatres I have yet to perform in." You smiled weakly. He could never understand. You knew this from the day you get him. To him, you were an unsolved mystery he dedicated endless works to unravel. "I'm a natural nomad as much as a lover, as much as a performer. I love a man or woman with each place, and call it by their name from that point on. Memories can mean so much more than reality."

"I don't think I can see any womans breast without thinking of you," Laurie stated.

"Surely you'll sleep with enough women to forget my body,"

"A man never forgets perfection." You hummed at that, lips pressing into a smile.

"Why don't we create a memory right now?" Your movements were slow, calculated, sensual. A leg draping over his hips, your crotch pressed against his, as you slowly pressed kisses from his jaw, down to his neck.

Laurie's breath was heavy in his chest, hands frozen like the first time he had been with you. But he said your name like a prayer, to keep going, to never stop.

Your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, carefully running the tips of your nails down his chest, lips trailing not far behind.

His hands finally went to touch you, as you undid the buckle of his belt, and pushed aside the fabric covering his cock. He was already painfully hard for you, precum leaking hopelessly down. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Quite needy, hm?"

"Always," he muttered, impatiently. But fast cut off by the intense pleasure that wrapped his whole body as you took his cock into your wet mouth, bottoming out and gagging ever so slightly. So wet and warm, and tight. Fuck.

Your head bobbed at an agonizing pace, hands rubbing his thighs. Eyes fixed on his, though, admittedly wandering to his lips occasionally, seeing the way he bit into them, fighting the urge to tell the whole world how fucking good you were at this.

It didnt take him long until he grabbed you chin, lifting your lips away from him in a desperate plea to stop before he came down your throat. Oh, you had taught him well. Always pleasure the woman with the same about that she gives you, if not more.

He lead you lips to his, tasting himself on you, bucking his length into your covered heat. Slyly inching his hand down into your underwear, slipping a finger gently into you. Pumping slowly into your pussy with a blessed "come here" motion.

Shamelessly, you moaned into the ever lasting kiss as he added another finger. Rocking your hips into his touch, grinding down into his palm.

"Fuck, f-faster. Laurie, you have to go faster" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, biting down on the pale skin.

"Hmm, quite needy." He repeated your words, teasing with a fox like grin on his face. Knowing you'd be annoyed at his cockiness. But you were far too turned on to care at this point.

The lust was thick in the air. His barely covered chest pressed against your cold, exposed one. His lips biting and nipping at your collar bone, that sweet, delicious spot that sent you over the edge, moaning in pure bliss as he pumped his nimble fingers through you high, purring sweet nothings as your body shook.

His eyes were blown when you looked down at him,

"I dont want this to end," he said, kissing your shoulder as you kicked off the remaining garment hanging from your hips. "I want to fuck you forever. I want to sip your sweet wine."

You didnt answer him. You didnt have an answer. The air hung dry with his wants, his needs. They wouldnt come true, both of you knew that. It had been obvious from the start of your friendship, relationship, thing. You were here for two months, then off to the next country. And yet Laurie still felt somewhat slighted. Like he wasnt good enough. And maybe he wasn't. He was childish and needy. But he was enough.

His lips caught yours again, devouring your essence like he had been starving for years. Hands digging into your hips like you would float away if he let go.

Laurie groaned as you grinded down on his cock, kissing you harder, bringing along with you, a plea to be able to be inside you.

Something you could easily comply with.

You snaked a hand in between you, grabbing his cock and leading it to your entrance, pausing for a moment, just to tease, before sinking down on him.

Laurie whimpered, a truly sinful sound. his teeth sunk into your bottom lip as he made short thrusts in you, craving your warmth, the movement.

Slowly, you grinded up and down on his dick, taking a fistful of his thick hair as you bottomed out. His hips shortly meeting yours, bucking further into you. A gasp fell from your lips as his tip pushed against your cervix, an uncomfortable yet so fucking good sensation.

"La..laurie. keep, keep doing that," you muttered, voice breathy and weak. He hummed, obviously pleased by the power shift. His short, unbelievably deep thrusts had tou both moaning each others names, lost in the moment of sharing each other, climaxes seconds away, before breaking in a harmonic beauty. Laurie spilled inside you for what felt like ages. If you didnt know better, you would've thought he hadn't had sex for years, and finally we was able to cum. The air was thick with sex, weary breaths and hot skin. His head now nuzzled in your neck, hands gently resting on your waist, your own fingers playing with his hair.

He didnt pull out of you until you both were able to look each other in the eyes.

"I'll miss this," you whispered, suddenly feeling empty without him inside you. "You're...really something, Laurie."

"If you don't leave right now, I won't be able to let go," Laurie's eyes pleased with you. The look of helplessness, saddness...it was too much. Tears trickled down his cheeks. You let out a forced laugh, kissing the trail of tears.

"If that's what you wish." Just like that, you threw back on or clothes lazily, and slipped out the door. Looking back for a split second, seeing his slumped body, eyes boaring into your form with fire and ice. A true Passion unknown to most.

"Goodbye, love."

[obsessive-ego]

Home early

You come home early from work and see what you demon pal was up to while you were gone

Musical beetlejuice x readrr

Nsft content

enjoy the mess

Being sent home early from work was a rare occurrence, you were sent home an hour early due to your incompetent boss making a shecdual error and having too much staff on hand, and since you were the next one off you were sent home. It wasnt bad, just weird having your routine messed up, won't beetlejuice be surprised your home early, you smiled to yourself, staring out the bus window. The demon who crashed at your apartment constantly whined about how you work too much, and how you need to take it easy once and awhile, which basically ment 'stay home and hang out with me'.

Yes he was clingy and alittle creepy, kinda gross too, but it suited it, and was somewhat charming in it's own special way, okay so maybe you had a crush on the ghoul, you enjoyed having him around, he made you laugh, he was interesting, and wanted your attention, no one else ever wanted your attention more then BJ did, maybe that's why you basically let him do whatever he wanted within reason of course.

Beetlejuice didnt have a phone, and you didnt have a landline, so you couldnt tell him you were coming home early, meaning you couldn't give him a warning to stop whatever awful thing he was doing while you were out.

Which if course was jerking off, Beetlejuice has mentioned on multiple occasions that he is a very sexual being, you would always just wave it off as a joke, beetlejuice has constantly made lewd passes at you, yes they made you blush and flustered, but you could never tell if he was messing with you or not.

You try and get your mind off these embarrassing feelings and stare out the window watching nothing in particular as you headphones drown out your brain.

So There was the demon in question, laying on your bed, a pair of your panties fresh out of your laundry basket held to his nose while his other hand slowly teased his cock. This was a part of his routine when you were away, to tend to his urges, he wanted you so badly, you were so kind to him all the time for no reason, you were fun to mess with too, not to mention how you let him loose on people who were dumb enough to knock on your door, what more could he want from a breather? I mean that body didnt hurt either, god slash satan he wanted to squeeze that cute behind of yours.

Beetlejuice was so wrapped up in what he was doing, confident he had all the time in the world to enjoy his little activity, it was like nothing else mattered except your scent and his throbbing cock, besides you wouldn't be home for another 2 hour or so.

He could imagine it now, you sitting on his face, his tongue buried in you pussy, while you were jerking him off, you would moan and shout praises of how good he makes you feel. With that image he couldnt help but start licking the crotch of your panties, desperate for the taste of you.

"You taste so good sugar~ you like that dont you~? Fuck you're so good for me sweets" he babbled to himself, hair an electric pink, picking up his pace as he groans out your name, so focused on what he was doing he didnt hear unlock the front door and come in.

You assumed beetlejuice isnt around since the moment you walk in the door hes normally all over you, you shrug and drop your stuff. You perk up when you hear Beetlejuice shout your name, coming from down the hall, you respond with a hum, taking your shoes off.

"Y/N!"

what? Why was he yelling? Did he have something to show you? You head towards the noise.

Stopping in front of your bedroom, door slightly ajar, you frown, you told beetlejuice multiple times how you dont like him in there without supervision, as you go to push the door open you freeze at what you saw.

Beetlejuice laying completely naked on your bed, your panties in one hand and his cock in the other. You cover you mouth and step aside from the door, you can't believe it, do you say something? Do you just pretend you didnt see it? He's doing it in your bed, this was wrong, you have to do something.

"Oh y/n you're so good for me"

You're torn from you thoughts by his gravely voice.

He's thinking of you?! I mean no shit, those are your panties in his hand, you glance back to the room.

Beetlejuice had your panties pressed to his face, while he stroked himself, you felt like you're legs were gonna give out, this was private, but hes doing it in your bed, as twisted as this whole mess was you couldnt help but feel turned on by the scene. You like beetlejuice so much, and yeah maybe you might have thought about him when you were alone late on those sleepless nights.

"Oh sugar, come on, you like that? You naughty thing" he purred bucking hard into his hand, you couldnt help but let your hand drift between your legs, rubbing yourself over your clothed sex.

This was so messed up, but it felt so good, you wanted to join him, but fuck you were too nervous to even move, so watching will have to do.

"Fuck, sugar, I'm gonna cum!" He growls, bucking hard and bringing his strokes to a punishing pace.

Biting your knuckles to keep yourself quiet, god you wanted to feel him buck that hard into you, you've dreamed of the demon pounding up into you while you rode him multiple times.

"Oh sweetheart!~" with that he came, spurting him cum on his hand and stomach. Beetlejuice didnt need to breath and yet he laid there panting, sighing he wipes his hand on your blanket without a second thought, you flinch at that, as hot as it was, you should do some laundry before you go to bed tonight, in theory it's hot, but youd rather not sleep in cum stained sheets.

You haven't finished yet, debating on if you should continue or slink away and pretend to just come home now, before you could decide your cell rings.

You hear the movement of the springs in your mattress assuming beetlejuice herd it, you were lucky enough to be out of sight, you decline the call and sprint to the front door as quietly as you could.

"Y/n? Sugar? That you?"

Taking a deep breath to compose yourself."Yeah, just got home, they let me off early"

Engulfed by green smoke, beetlejuice appears before you, pulling you into a tight hug spinning you around as he always does when you come home. You couldnt help but feel super awkward about it,

"Just got back myself sweet stuff, I was messing with the old couple few doors down" he laughed

You knew he was lying, but it didn't matter, it ment he didnt notice you earlier and believed you just came home, thank god.

Unfortunately you have to deal with those lady blueballs until hes out of your apartment. Needless to say the whole evening hanging out with the demon was more then awkward for you, since the ghoul didnt exactly get the whole personal space thing.

You weren't exactly ready to confront beetlejuice with your feelings, but at least now you know he wants you too.

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Carnival of Carelessness (Pt.1)

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The carnival was a place of many things. During the day it was a place of joy, mystery, laughter, amazement, terror. But at night it was a place of solitude, a place that most wouldn't dare come near. No one knew why, except for the people inside.

One of these was Virgil Whitlock, a boy in his twenties, who had no intentions of telling anyone just how much he knew about what happened when the carnival lights went out. Of course it wasn't from a lack of trying, oh no there'd been plenty of close calls, but he could never seem to remember anything that happened to him or anyone he met the day prior. He never questioned it, and more often than not no one knew enough about him to ask, so of course he was perfectly fine.

So here he was sitting at his booth before the show started, giving out fortunes neither he, nor anyone he have them to, really believed. But this was his livelihood, give out fortunes before the show, spin on fancy ropes and hoops during, and go right back to fortunes when its over. Fairly simple, just how he liked things to be.

"Show starts in thirty minutes!" Virgil flinched as the Ring Master's voice sounded from the speakers. He was loud enough without them, in Virgil's opinion he didnt even need a microphone.

Virgil stood up and closed down his booth, walking in through the back of the tent and into the dressing room. As he reapplied his makeup for the show, he ignored the whispers from the other performers. He'd been here since he was a child, he wasnt about to let them tarnish his opinion of himself.

Once he finished his makeup he sat on a ring covered in purple and black fabric, using the rope in front of himself to pull it up. He looked down at the crowd, a sort of sad smile across his face. He caught the Ring Master's eyes on him and gave a small wave before handing the rope off to one of the assistants.

This was Virgil's true element, soaring over the audience, watching the awed faces of the children as he let the ropes fall, yet somehow stayed above ground. It was bliss, no men barking orders at him, or whispering things in his ear that made his stomach turn. Just open air and music, just Virgil and his dance.

But a performance always has to end, and so Virgil swung himself back onto his hoop, using the same rope as before to lower himself back to the ground. Almost as soon as his feet made contact with it again he felt a sense of dread wash back over him.

"You were wonderful Virgil," the Ring Master said, ruffling Virgil's hair.

"Thank you, sir," Virgil said simply, smoothing down his skirts.

Now it was back to fortunes and ignoring other people.

"Hey! Are you the fortune teller dude?" Virgil looked up to see a man with a pale face and a mustache. His eyes were so red it was like they'd been spotted with blood.

"That's me," Virgil said simply.

"Can you do my fortune?" He said, sitting down.

"For five bucks yeah," Virgil said with a smirk, the man across from him laughed and handed him some money. Virgil searched his expression and demeanor for something he could use.

"You've got a lot of trouble in your future, lots of enemies," he said.

"Yeah that's pretty obvious," said the boy with the mustache.

"A very nice love life it seems, though," Virgil said, raising one eyebrow. The man stared at him for a few seconds before smiling.

"But that all depends on your decisions, most would say to accept the death your enemies might bring you, but destiny is more like a river, and it splits into different lakes of fate based on your decisions," Virgil replied.

"Smart advice," said the man.

"I'm Remus by the way," he said with a grin.

"Virgil," Virgil said, clearly unamused. He watched Remus leave his seat and walk back into the fray of carnival-goers.

Virgil hadn't expected to see Renus again, but apparently he'd misjudged him. For later that night as Virgil was walking back to the Ring Master's house, there he was, accompanied by a slightly shorter boy with sunglasses and a leather jacket on.

"Hey! You're not supposed to be here!" Virgil marched up to the pair of them, well aware that both were over a foot taller than him.

The shorter of the two placed a pair of styrofoam grapes back in a bowl. "Oh- really? I didnt see any sign, did you Remus?" He said, turning to the other.

"Cant say I did Remy, cant say I did," Remus said with a grin.

Virgil clenched his fists "How about the employee's only sign right above where you're standing?" He said, pointing to it. The two looked up and shrugged.

"I dont see what the problem is, we're just having a little fun," Remus said.

"Beat it before I call the boss." Virgil said, snarling slightly.

"Oh come on we're not causing any trouble," Remy said.

Virgil sighed "Look, I'm not supposed to talk to customers outside of work hours unless I'm getting paid to, so beat it before I get caught." He said. The two boys exchanged worried glances before finally leaving. Virgil continued on to the Ring Master's cabin.

"Virgil! I was getting worried!" He said when Virgil finally opened the door.

"Sorry for the wait Mr. Drew, got caught up with something," Virgil said as he sat at the table across from Drew.

"Its no trouble, now take your pills, wouldnt want you getting uncomfortable during a show now would we?" Mr. Drew said, sliding a glass of water and a few different colored and shaped pills towards him. Virgil counted out his birth control, anxiety medication, and antidepressants, as well as one last pinkish colored one that Mr. Drew had him mix into the water before he took any of the others.

He went to bed that night feeling relaxed as usual, and woke up the next day feeling just as refreshed.

Virgil sat at his booth as usual, then a tall man in a coat and and hat approached him, sliding a picture over to him.

"Have you seen either of these men? Their names are Remy and Remus, I've been sent to apprehend them," said the man.

"Who are you?" Virgil replied, not looking at the photo.

"Janus Forge," the man replied, tipping his hat. Virgil eyed him for a second before looking at the photo of the man with a mustache and the boy with glasses.

"Never seen them in my life," Virgil said in a tired voice.

"Are you alright? You seem exhausted," Janus said, a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine, I've never seen the men in this photo and I've never heard those names," Virgil said.

He hadnt done the show today, he was much to tired for it, so instead he sat at his booth. The boy in sunglasses ran up to it, slamming his hands down on the counter.

"Virgil right?" He said.

Virgil froze "How did you know my name." He snarled.

"Remus told me," Remy said, tilting his head.

"I dont know anybody with that name,"

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"Hey Hector, what's happening papi"? You greeted the handsome man coming into your bar.

"Nothing mamacita, where's Pablo"? He asked kissing your cheek.

"In the back, I must warn you he's on edge".

"What's up"?

"Cops. They came to the bar yesterday".

"They have a warrant"?

"Yeah, trashed the place and didnt find anything".

"Good. I'll see if I can calm him down. See you later". He walked away, turning his head and sending you a wink..

"Pablo. Woah". Hector nervously chuckled with his hands raised as a gun was pointed to his head, Pablo came out from behind the door.

"What the hell are you doing here? I wasn't supposed to see you until Friday".

"My guy called and said he needs some party favors for tonight. Hes throwing some kind of pill party. Where you put a bunch of pills in a bowl and you take what ever you grab. So he needs some oxy and whatever else you can throw in. He's already got the viagra". Hector laughed but Pablo was amused.

"Then you should have called. The cops raided the place yesterday. Arrested me and Y/N. Threw her to the ground. I will not be disrespected like this by no one". Pablo threatened.

"What do you have in mind"?

"I want to find this little rat that has been spilling my secrets. Feeding the cops with information. They just dug their grave. Find them and bring them to me".

"I dont think someone is feeding them information. They fear you and they like the money coming in".

"Then why are they at my door? I fly under the radar, I dont sell to gangster. I dont cook in Chicago. I just sell to junkies who so desperately needs it".

"I heard on the street that people are overdosing".

"Then they shouldnt get so greedy with the needle". Pablo laughed.

"Alright. I'll go ask around see if anyones heard or seen anything". Hector excused himself and closed the door behind him. Letting out a breath he was holding in.

"Everything okay"?

"Yeah, he's just worried". Hector walked up to the bar.

"We still on for tonight"? You asked.

"Yeah, I'll pick you up sevenish"?

"Sounds great. Be careful out there". You leaned over the counter and kissed Hectors lips.

"I always do". He said licking his lips with a smirk.

"Bye".

"Bye baby girl". Hector opened the door and walked out. This would be the last time you would see Hector again.

"Chicago pd, hands in the air". The cop yelled at Pablo to get on the ground.

"You piece of shit rat. I'm going to kill you". Pablo spat, putting up a fight to get in the handcuffs.

"You okay"? Someone asked him.

"Yeah. I gotta go". He quickly left.

You were getting ready when there was a knock at your door.

"Hector? It's early. Everything okay"? You asked as he came in.

"The bar was raided again and Pablo got arrested. They found twenty gallon bags of oxycodone and ten bricks of  cocaine on him. He's going away for a long time".

"How do you know all this? Where you there? Why weren't you arrested"? You questioned but quickly realized. "You're the rat. How could you"? You felt sick to your stomach.

"I'm sorry. I had to do my job".

"You put my brother in prison for the rest of his life. What about me? You here to arrest me"?

"You had nothing to do with that and I cleared your name".

"Oh you cleared it? Did you tell them that we were sleeping together as well? Hmm"? He didnt answer  "That's what I thought. You didn't want me to get arrested because you knew that they'd ask about us and you would get trouble. You saved your own ass".

"I'm sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt".

"I dont believe you. What's your name? Are you married? Did I mean anything or was it just to get close to Pablo"?

"You meant everything. I didnt lie about how I felt about you. That was real. I swear".

"Liar".

"My name is Antonio Dawson. I'm a detective at Chicago pd and I'm separated from my wife. I have feelings for you, they're real".

"Well Antonio, tell me when I can see my brother"?

"You can't. He has one phone call and he's already made that to a lawyer".

"You ruined my life. I have no family now. I have no bar, that I worked so hard at getting and keeping. Now I have no Hector. You took everything away from me when you decided to play dress up for the police". You started to sob. "Get out. Get out". You screamed.

"I'm sorry. I may not be Hector but I still love you". You pushed Antonio out the door and slammed it in his face.  Falling to the floor. Your heart was broken but you couldn't let go.

Later that night you couldn't sleep. You tried everything. But your mind wouldn't let you. Usually you would call Hector up, sorry Antonio and he would talk with you until you were asleep. He made you feel at ease and safe. You had to get it in your head that he wasnt who he said he was. He lied. But you still wanted him after everything. You couldn't shake the feeling of him.

Calling up some people that Pablo knew you found out where Antonio lived and went to see him. It was about three a.m. when you pulled into his driveway. You knew this was a bad idea but you wanted to see him.

Getting out of your car you walked up the sidewalk and knocked on the door. It was forcefully opened with a man pointing a gun at you.

"Y/N? What are you doing here"? Antonio lowered his gun. You could tell you woke him up. He has sleep in his eyes and he was in a pair of grey sweats that you loved so much on him.

"I know I shouldnt be here but I can't lose these feelings I have for you. After everything you did I can just stop". Tears rolled down your face as you looked up at him.

"Come in". Antonio rubbed his fave with his hand, while closing the door.

"I'm sorry I came".

"How did you find me"?

"I know people".

"Now they'll come after me. Pablo will make sure of that". Antonio went to his window hiding behind the curtain and peeking through. 

"I didn't tell them who you were. Your secret is safe with me".

"Why? Just a couple hours ago you wanted me out of your life now you're here. What do you want"?

"When you said you loved me and everything you felt was real. Did you mean it"?

"Yes. I shouldn't but I do. I lied to my boss, to my team and to the Chicago police Department. I could be in big trouble but that doesnt matter. I fell in love while undercover and that wasnt supposed to happen but it did. I love you and I can't change that". Antonio sighed.

"I love you too. More than any other person I've been with. I know it's stupid and you're probably thinking I'm an idiot because I'm here but I can't help it".

Antonio came closer to you, moving a strained of hair from your face. Taking his hand, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. "It's not stupid when you love someone". He leaned in and gently kissed your lips.

"Antonio"? It wasnt supposed to come out as a moan but it did.

"Do you want me to stop"? He kissed you again.

Shaking your head not breaking the kiss. You slid your hands down his bare chest, over his abs and stopping at his waistband. Antonio chuckled into the kiss as you snaked your hand into his sweats and grabbed his cock. Stroking him. Antonio broke the kiss and licked his lips. 

"Do you want me to stop"? You asked with a seductive teasing voice, not missing a stroke.

"God, no". He roughly kissed you, his hand wrapped around your throat.

You pulled down his sweats and he stepped out of them. He was hard as rocks.

His grip on your throat got tighter as he backed you to the couch.

Quickly unbuckling your pants you threw your shoes off and your pants somewhere in the room. Lucky for Antonio you weren't wearing any panties. You spread your legs giving him a view. Bring your fingers to your mouth and sucked on them get them wet and dragging them down your body.  You rubbed circles on your clit. From the pressure of Antonio's hand around your throat to you roughly rubbing your clit you were close to orgasming. Antonio saw it in your eyes as you were about to, he removed your and slapped your throbbing clit. It was missed between pleasure and pain.

"Did I tell you to cum"? He asked running his big thick fingers threw your wet lips, getting awfully close to your entrance. Just inching his fingers.

"No, daddy".

"That's right.  No, I didn't". Antonio pushed his middle and ring finger inside you.  Pumping in and out quickly. Binding his fingers inside you hitting your g-spot over and over.

"Fuck". Your body trembled as you couldn't contain yourself.  The way he moved his finger was magic. He fucked you so good.

"Antonio, please"? You begged him to let you cum.

"Please what"? His forearm flexed those bulging arm veins you loved so much as he fingered you faster.

"Please daddy. Please". You moaned throwing your head back in pleasure. Your back arched off the couch as you came. Not letting Antonio give you a yes or no.

You squirted all over the couch, the floor and Antonio.  He removed his fingers your juices running down them and his arm. You were a panting mess on the couch. Your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest and smack Antonio. But you were loving it.

"Good little girl". His hand squished up your cheeks as he kissed you. He took his tongue and licked along your lips.

Quickly removing your shirt he attacked your hard nipples. Taking on in his mouth and swirling his tongue. The nipping at them.  Pressing down on it between his teeth. Your hands went to his hair, giving it a tug.

"I want you inside me". Your breath hitched as Antonio engulfed your breast into his mouth. You had big breast but some how he sucked the whole thing in.

Figuring if you wanted him you had to get him since he was occupied. Laying down on the couch, you pulled him along with you. He forced your knees open wider as he settled in between them.  You grabbed his cock and lead it to your entrance and he eased in. But quickly picked up pace. Rocking his hips, you bucked yours trying to get as much friction as possible. You just needed him so badly. He was a drug that you couldnt stop taking.

"Shit". You gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as hit a spot that you didnt even knew you had. Your nails raked down his back leaving red marks. Grabbing ahold of his butt you helped him push in deeper. His thrust were wild and deep. Hard and rough. Everything that you love.

Grunts and growls left Antonio's mouth his thrust became sloppy which sent vibrations threw your chest as he still had your breast in his mouth sucking.

"I'm going...to..cum". You warned him as you bit down on his collarbone.  His hand wrapped around your throat, he released your breast with a pop and thrusted hard. Shock waves of pleasure rushed over you and your legs held onto him tight as you came.

Your legs shaked around him. Antonio was close to releasing. He pulled out and climbed on top of you. Bringing his cock to your mouth. You needily sucked his tip tasting yourself and him as he shot his load down your throat. You swallowed it greedy.

"Fucking hell". He panted, wiping the sweat from him brow. He sat between your legs, watching your chest go up and down.

"I didnt hurt you, did I"? Antonio sounded much less confident than Hector.

"I'm fine. You should be use to the roughness that I like". You huffed as you found your shirt on the back of the couch.

"Stay". Antonio rested his hand on your bare thigh.

"Where do you expect this to go? I cant be with you. You're a cop".

"We can work it out. I want to be with you and I know you do too. If you didnt you wouldn't be here".

"This was just a goodbye fuck. That's all. Just needed to get it out of my system".

Antonio scoffed. "Bullshit. You want me just as much as I want you. We love each other and theres nothing anyone can do about it".

"What about your boss, my brother? What are we supposed to say to them? I'm not lying or hiding. I won't".

"I'm not asking you too. I'm just asking you to give us a chance. To see where it goes".

"I just dont want either one of us to get hurt or worse killed". You sigh with worry.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to either of us. You have my word". Antonio pulled you into his arms as you both laid back on the couch. "So please. Stay".

"Okay, I'll stay". You said with a smile but deep down you knew that this relationship wouldn't last because either your brother would find out and kill Antonio or you both. His boss will find out and make you go away. Either way it wouldn't end pretty.

[guusana]

oh gosh i need to put this out there and im so sorry about what im about to type please dont @ me ever but like

i love bucky i do but

he has the most stupid nickname ever

who the hell sees someone with a fine ass name such a james and decides to call him BUCKY

which moron committed this inexcusable felony(*)

(i know about his middle name okay i know. guess what: its still stupid)

i cant even take him seriously in fics, im always like please let sam call him buck, please just let him lose the fucking y im begging you hes an entire grown ass man who has murdered more people than all of us combined together with his bare hands and he gets called the stupidest fucking name in the entire world jesus tapdancing christ on a wafer

(*)it was steve rogers wasnt it

[gloriafc]

Beginning of a beautiful relationship: Evan Buckley

*SWAT crossover*

Athena was the one to introduce you to Buck. You were both out eating lunch catching up, she was once your mentor who pushed you towards joining SWAT. You looked up to her, and often asked her for advice.

Bobby came by, to say a quick hi. Seeing the two of you while he was out with Eddie, Buck, Chimney, and Hen. You met Bobby when he and Athena first got married, but it's always been quick hello's before you would get pulled into work.

"It was nice seeing you Bobby, Athena, but work is calling." "You told me you had the day off." "Guess it's a big case. Promise we'll do this again soon."

You're quick to pull Athena into a hug before rushing out of the cafe to your car. Athena noticing the boy she treats like a son, staring at the girl she's practically watched grow up.

"Now buck, standing there with your mouth open is not how you get a girl's number." "I wasnt- no-"

Athena's quick to grab the small to-go box with her left overs before putting her sunglasses on and looking at him, "Her names Y/N. Something tells me you'll be seeing her again soon."

The next time Buck sees you is a small Carnival at Christopher's school. Bobby mentioned the fire department letting the kids interact with the fire truck during dinner one night, and you mentioned it to Jessica, who decided to let the team bring Black Betty to the school for the kids.

Everyone sets up before the kids are let loose and allowed to explore the different cop cars, firetruck, Black Betty, and different activities. Athena makes her way over along with Bobby to where you're standing next to your team.

She happily pulls you into a hug, "Look at you!" "Thanks to you. Don't think I would've actually joined if you didn't push me to."

After talking for a little while, you turn when a kid makes his way over along with two other firefighters. Bobby quick to introduce you, "Y/N this is Christopher. Eddie's his dad, and then this is Buck."

You quickly shake their hands before making small talk. As you talk you help the kids climb inside Black Betty. By the time the carnival is over and everyone is packing up, you've managed to swap numbers with Buck.

From her spot next to Bobby, near the food stands, Athena stands satisfied while Bobby tells her, "No more medaling." "Someone has to make sure buck doesn't mess this up for himself." Bobby can't do anything except shake his head and throw an arm over his wife's shoulders.

By the end of the month you and buck have managed to start talking, not yet starting a relationship. The one thing you're cautious of, is the work you both do. They're both time consuming and can be dangerous.

Buck always imagined what you did when you got a call at work but never thought he'd experience it first hand.

When everyone was told to stay back during a call, everyone looked around confused until SWAT pulled up, Buck instantly recognizing your bun alongside your roommates small ponytail.

Normally you're a very happy go lucky person, but seeing you look so serious didn't sit well with him. Even though he knows how much you love your job, to him you're the tiny girl he's quickly falling for, one he doesn't want to see get hurt.

Everyone watches waiting for Hondo's command, not able to move and head into the building due to a hostage situation.

"Hondo, I got an idea." "Anything helps right now." You point to the ladder on the firetruck. "They're waiting at the door. They'll kill the kids as soon as we get the doors open. They won't hear the ladders and the windows are covered they won't see us enter through the windows on the top floor." Hondo's quick to nod before splitting everyone up.

You're quick to run towards the crew of firefighters, Jim and Deacon following you. Quickly climbing up the side of the firetruck, "Bobby! Get me to that window!" He's quick to move and before you know it you feel the ladder move under you, everyone's eyes on you as you wait for Hondo or Jessica's command.

As soon as the three of you enter the building it's a waiting game for everyone else. Eddie having to comfort his worried friend.

Bobby sets a hand on bucks shoulder, "She'll be fine, she's tough. This is what she's trained to do. The only people getting hurt are the ones who try to hurt her or her team."

Buck feels his heart race when gunshots are heard, resulting in the rest of the swat team to quickly enter the building. Quickly taking a deep breath when he hears your voice over the intercom, "All clear, send in medical."

Buck is the last one to enter, more worried to see you hurt than anything else. He feels relieved when he sees you're okay and you seem uninjured, before quickly helping the capable hostages out of the building.

Helping the last of the hostages outside, Buck is quick to make his way over towards you, seeing you sitting on the back of the ambulance with Bobby wiping stuff on your face.

Eddie and Bobby both try and calm him down back at the station, seeing him have an inward battle with himself, most likely about you.

"You have to calm down Buck. It was a small cut on her forehead. You saw the guy, he was way worse than her. She did that, I heard her two teammates talking. A small cut is nothing compared to what she can do." "You don't get it! Som-" "Something way worse could of happened. We know. We all met her. We care about her but this is what she has been trained to do. You don't think she doesn't worry when you come into work and have to run into a burning building before it collapses?" "..." "Buck. Our jobs have us living in a day to day life. We don't know what's going to happen each day. It's obvious you have something to tell her, so do it before something happens and makes you regret it. How you're feeling today will only get worse with each day you hold off."

With a nod from Bobby, Buck is quick to change into his regular clothes before heading to your house. Seeing you're not home he sits on the small porch you have with his leg bouncing until he hears your car pull up.

"Hey! What are you doi-" You don't get to finish your sentence before he pulls you into a kiss, quickly kissing back, your words completely forgotten.

By the time the sun has gone down, he can happily call you his girlfriend as he watches you laugh at something stupid he said. Chris coming home to the two of you singing badly to the music playing from your phone as you make brownies. Your team soon getting a message from her that you now have a boyfriend, resulting in your phone blowing up with messages from your nosy friends. "Chris!" "I'm just the messenger!"

When Bobby comes home from a shift of Buck happily talking about his new girlfriend and the weekend he had with her, he let's it slip to Athena, who stops what she's doing. "He actually did it?" "Yup. Same day as that hostage situation in the abandoned building apparently." "Really? I knew they were talking, but I didn't know they were that serious yet." Bobby shrugs with a smile, "He was freaking out about the cut she got, Eddie talked him into talking to her about his feelings." "Either way, it's the beginning of a beautiful relationship. They were made for each other."

[katsukikitten]

Heated 3

A/N just remember yall asked for part three 😂😂

It has been a long time since you've used your quirk to it's full potential, high school even.

This wasnt from a lack of challenge, no if anything holding back day after day was a challenge in of itself.

But, as all things do with time, it became easier and easier.

Soon you had forgotten what the feeling of your quirk really was. Of the rage that flowed through your body so easily has quickly turned into cold apathy.

No longer were you passionate or emotionally invested in any of the missions you took part of.

Or the outings.

Which lead to your recent break up with a ruby red haired hero.

You two had dated for the better half of your highschool year but something always felt off between the two of you.

And the more that Aizawa taught your to reign in your emotions the more prevalent the distance between you and Kirishima became.

You ended things, especially when you figured out why the two started dating.

Convenience, heart break over another. You stare at your ever present heart monitor that every hero agency demands you wear for "just in case you do go berserk".

It doesnt matter that your heart rate barely soars over 90 during missions or training.

And it doesn't matter that you hadn't gone berserk in almost a decade.

You sigh out, bored even as you wait for the bank robber to come your way as you hide in the shadows. He comes in breathless bounds, rounding the corner as he flees from the cops. He rounds to corner bumping into your chest, falling right onto his ass, bag of money starting to blow in the wind.

"Hello there." You smile as he stares up at you with widened eyes. After a quick stretch of silence you grab for him with one hand while the other goes for the cuffs.

You giggle as you clamp the antiquirk cuffs onto his wrists passing him over easily to the cops.

A scream rings out before the radio in your ear hisses.

*' Berserk we need you in the west end. There has been reports of an appearance of the League.'*

"Anyone else on scene?" You ask, several large explosions shake the earth beneath your feet practically answering your question.

*"Currently Ground Zero."*

Your heart rate increases by ten at even the sound of his name.

*"Anger is fear turned inward."* Aizawa's words echo in your head as your feet pound against pavement.

The scene is a tough sight to take in as Bkaugou fights back against three people.

Toga, who slices the air with a manic grin, twice who surprisingly has yet to split and Dabi who's blue hot flame licks on sunkissed skin.

For the first time in a long time your heart rate spikes enough for your bracelet to beep. You have half a mind to crush it before lunging into battle.

"Hello there." You scream out as part of your on going experiment Dabi gives you a side way smile before answering.

"General Kenobi." He faces you only for a fist to slam harshly into his face. Slamming him hard enough into the wall that a cloud of dust begins to blind everyone in the party.

"Oi oi!" Bakugou's voice grates your nerves but you blow hot air out of your nose, bringing you hand backward with enough force to clear the air.

When Bakugou catches sight of your strong frame he is stunned stupid.

That is until a six inch blade plunges into his side as a moan of glee rings out in his ear.

"Ooooohhh." Toga smiles with flushed cheeks as Bakugou brings a powered fist into her face. He lands on two feet, hand instinctively flying to his wound. He looks at his splayed fingers to spy an already alarming amount of blood. He growls as he goes into the attack. Every now and again his eyes flickering towards you.

Who, no surprise, is holding you own quite well. You move too quickly for Dabi, who is more used to ranged or surprised attacks. Not all out close combat and not to the intensity that his opponent swings so quickly and with such force that his flames are snuffed out. You press further as agitation grows quickly on his chest.

What you don't know is that you may or may not be falling into a trap as twice splits half run towards him while the other half run towards your fight.

Bakugou cannot warn you about the possibility either. Too preoccupied by Toga, three Twice and the screaming of his side.

He lands again but this time on unsteady feet spitting blood onto the street.

Toga licks up the length of her knife with lust filled eyes, quickly turning into the hot heads mirror image.

Twice multiples at an alarming rate, meaning to overwhelm the quickly tiring Bakugou.

"I wouldn't follow after Berserk if I were you." He spits again, flashing malice through bloodied teeth, "She's liable to hit you twice as hard using my stolen face."

He watches himself sneer before he turns on his heel heading into the fight clouded by smoke and dust.

"Fuck." Bakugou hisses as he let's explosions ring out freely from his palms as Twice splits and splits and fucking splits. All the while Bakugou begins to sway, the blood being urged out of him with every sharp movement he takes.

You connect another deadly blow into his burnt jaw sending him flying as two Twice jump you out of nowhere. You slam your back agaisnt the closest wall to shake them, one falls bloodied while the other wrangles to wrap his arms around your throat.

"Y/LN, Stand down before your temper rises too high." You freeze in your steps, his voice doing the opposite as your wrist double beeps.

It's hard to believe that your heart rate has reached 130 for the first time in *years*

With that more power floods your veins as you reach behind you, grabbing onto the nape of Twice's neck sending him flying into Bakugou.

"Fucking take care of that would you?" Your voice comes out tight, more twice split as you stalk towards Dabi.

He would be the best to bring in considering out of the three present he has the most sound mind.

A scary thought to have.

"Your heart rate is too high and the agency is going to come and ruin all of our fucking fun. Stand down!" Its a yell, almost like an order that has you seeing a maddening shade of red. You turn like a bull called rushing towards him fist reared only to stop inches from his stupidly smug face.

Fuck this guy and fuck how he made your heart soar and sink at the same time.

Fuck how you could feel his gaze without looking.

And most importantly fuck how you could never, ever get over him.

You pant in his face, thinking of head butting him when you notice something his off.

His eyes, they were missing something.

Some sort of underlying emotion was absent. As you rage a war within yourself if this could be Toga or the true Bakugou Dabi jumps onto your back.

Twice piles onto your arms and legs, multiplying with each lost body twice over.

All the while a smug ass smirk hangs off of those damn lips.

Your heart rate soars as you struggle to keep your temper in check. Should you lose your cool there would be no one here to stop you from leveling the city.

Dabi presses his lips to your ear as he cranes your head upward by pulling your hair.

"Why not let that temper out?" It is a cruel bark of a laugh. You knock your head into his ripping your own hair as one of his teeth sinks and sticks into your scalp from the blow. He spits blood at Bakugou's feet.

"Its in *your* best interest that I don't." You hiss, struggling with yourself and the weight of the ever growing pile of men. Your breath hitches, your wrist beeps too loudly and sensory over load is coming in hot.

Coaxing your rage out from the corner, your bite your lip until you taste pennies.

"She's too scared too is all." Bakugou sneers down at you, palm held out as you buck only for your head to be slammed down.

"You have a better chance of getting *him* to lose his temper than me." You incline towards the blonde before you. Half wondering if it is really him.

His eyes haunt your memories and they haunt you now.

"Oh but we aren't here for him. No we are here for *you*." Dabi purrs.

"What?" You bite out, starting to lose the fight.

And not with the fight with the amass of men pressing you into shards of broken tile.

"You're lucky enough to have been chosen." An insidious smile on his lips as he speaks, his breath hot on your ear "Maybe even lucky enough to be a Nomu or better yet reborn."

With that the thread snaps and blinding rage floods your vision, clouding it with nothing but the thought to destroy.

To have these men before you bleed until they gasp out their last breaths.

The bracelet beeps at high volume only to be crushed by a Twice.

You thrash as someone screams "NOW!" A sharp point sinks into your neck before a burning liquid rushes your veins.

Your eyes flutter, your heart slows and your body even goes slack, whatever sedative they were using on you was most likely lethal.

Your body relaxes with an exhaled breath as darkness ebbs like the ocean. Slowly washing away reality and replacing it with pitch black.

××××××

You wake with a start hand clutched to your chest as you jump to your feet. Rage still flooding hot in your body as you split your bed in two.

"Easy there." His voice comes out smooth and your door opens. You turn to see Dabi enter the room. Your heart floods with a mixture hurt...of love as you stare after him. Toga, your best friend, follows in behind him, her ash blonde hair gives you a splitting headache as scarlet flashes in your head. You begin to shake, breath coming out too quickly as Dabi soothes his hands over your skin.

"Hey.. " It comes out feather soft, "It's just the medicine. You got into a nasty fight with that asshole Ground Zero."

Blood pounds in your ears from the sound of his name and all that you remember last is him looking down at you, palm held out. Your fist goes clean through the cinder block wall, you shake all over. Body over stimulated and over worked.

Dabi and Toga exchange a worried glance.

"Did...did he hurt you?" You turn towards your lover now with worry welling in your eyes. Blue burns into your skin as you look him over, fingers softly pressing here and there for wounds. You spy the bruises on his jaw easily. Again your body shakes, vibrates even as you lose yourself in your temper, something you had not allowed yourself to do in quite some time.

"I'll fucking kill him." Your voice comes out dark, dark enough that it thrums with enough power for the light bulb over head to shatter.

Blue flame illuminates the small room emphazinfing a dizzying smile before his blue eyes flicker to your friend Toga with approval.

[kweebtrash]

Blind Leading the Blind

WonwooxReader

Summary: basically a cute/nerdy/awkward moment between two people who cant fucking see without their glasses and are nervous about hooking up for the first time

Words: 2.3k (drabble)

Features: really awkward hookups, nerdy!wonwoo, nerdy/shy reader, both wonwoo and reader being clumsy as all hell, heavy making out/grinding/caressing, fingering/stroking, some nipple sucking

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Wonwoo fumbled with the door to his bedroom, struggling to grab onto the knob. It was rather difficult with his lips on mine and him pushing me against the wood but we had been so wrapped up in each other we almost didnt notice. My arms were around his neck, pulling him as tight as possible to my heated body. He was making me never want to come up from air but he did just that and made me chase after his lips. "H-hold on! S-sorry, just hold on a second. My hand is kinda sweaty and i cant-" He jerked the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door. "I couldnt get it open. But um...here we are." He chuckled awkwardly and held out his hand for me to view his simple university dormroom. It was a shared space that resembled a small apartment more than anything. His actual bedroom however still had a bunk bed which seemed annoyingly small for his tall frame. Not the most attractive place to have sex in but it would have to do.

I stepped into his room and adjusted my glasses shyly. I never expected us to get so far as to wanting to come back to his place. We had seen a movie at the local theater, had terrible university food, then walked around campus. He was a perfect gentleman. A perfectly gorgeous hot gentleman. Someone who was respectful and kind and turned me on just by being his dorky self. A sweet kiss goodnight lingered for far longer than intended and when the need grew too much to bare we decided to end the date on a more sensual note. He came into the room after me and we stood around for a moment, chuckling nervously and not knowing how to exactly pick back up where we left off.

He shrugged off his jacket and asked me if i wanted something to drink which i denied. An uneasy silence filled the room and i chewed my lip in ponderance. "Um so..." I began softly. "Do you want to...keep going, maybe?" I hoped he said yes. I had felt his strong and muscled arms beneath the thin shirt he wore during our first embrace and i was determined to have them trap me against his body once more.

"Oh! Yes. Yeah. Yes. Um...yes keep going. Thats cool. Youre cool. God sorry, i keep talking because i'm-" I cut him off with another kiss, reaching up to cup his face in my hands. His slightly full lips were soft and tender. It felt as if they were made to be on mine, a perfect fit like the final piece of a puzzle. His hands didnt seem to know where to rest at. They roamed from my shoulders to the center of my back then lower to my ass before he changed his mind and went back up to my shoulders.

"You can uh...touch my ass if you want. Like grab it...or w-whatever." I blushed.

"Oh? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Youre not." I shook my head. "In fact youre making me want you more. Youre cute when youre flustered."

"youre cute in general." He responded quickly, his own face turning rose as well. I gave him a small peck as a thank you for the compliment and took his hand.

"do you think we might be more comfortable on the bed?" He nodded and let me lead, ducking his head to avoid the upper bunk as he joined me on the mattress. We sat on the edge, again wondering where our hands and lips should go. A few more tentative touches and he settled on my hips while his tongue nudged its way past my teeth. With a bit more confidence he added some control to the kiss, making sure that he could trap my tongue in a few sucks and lure soft whimpers out of me. Every time i made a small sound his grip on me grew tighter and he was slowly moving me down to meet the mattress.

He tried to shift on top of me smoothly but the frames of our glasses jutted together and made the lens smack against my eye. We drew back from one another, eyes squinting and trying to rub the slight pain away. "S-sorry about that. I meant to go down a little be easier."

"im sure you'll go down fine." I said, not realizing the double entendre right away as i blinked clarity back into my eye. "I mean um...just lay on top of me! Well i mean, you know what i mean!"

"yeah, yeah! Totally. Do you think we should take off our glasses? Maybe that would be better." Wonwoo offered.

"We wouldnt be able to see each other at all. Wed both be one big blur." I laughed knowing that our eyesights were utterly terrible.

"Feeling around might be more fun though." His deep voice had lowered into a whisper and he nipped at his bottom lip. I was starting to like the way he was thinking. We removed our glasses and set them on the desk that was just a few inches away from his bunk. The blurriness helped a bit. Though i loved his good looks, it did shave off some nervousness between us.

He set himself between my legs and watched my reaction as the tips of his fingers disappeared under the loose skirt of my dress. His thumb stroked the smooth skin of my inner thigh making my hips buck ever so slightly when he would get close to my panties. I panted softly against his lips as my fingers trembled through opening the buttons on his shirt. Once they were free i shoved the shirt away. He struggled to get his arms out the sleeves and hit his knuckles on the bunk above as he had been flailing out of them. He huffed once he was free, rubbing his knuckles momentarily, and tossed the shirt on the floor. As he returned to kiss along my jawline i wrapped my arms beneath his, holding onto his biceps tight. The way his muscles flexed under my fingers had my stomach clenching in earnest. I wanted him badly and though i had never slept with anyone on the first date i knew i wanted him to have the first experience, especially because i got the sense he wasnt a jerk who wouldnt call me back.

Being bolder i slid one hand into the minimal space between our hips and groped the center of his pants; not too harsh but just enough to get his attention right away. "Wonwoo..." I mewled. "Can we...?"

His whole face flushed crimson, traveling all the way to the tips of his ears. He stared at my hand then at my face then back at my hand again. I grew nervous that I had made him uncomfortable and went to move away from him but he gripped my wrist lightly and kept me right where I was. I smirked and worked my palm over him, watching the way his eyes fell closed and lips parted slightly. The baritone sound was perfect and I longed to make him repeat it as much as possible. He moved his hips into me even going so far as to pluck open the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down. My heart did somersaults at the prospect of seeing him fully. I swallowed hard, starting to chicken out, and diverted my eyes. It was far from my first time but I was still a rather shy person and when he made to pull my panties down I snapped my legs shut. “Do you want to s-shut off the lights?”

“Huh? Why? I want to see you. You’re beautiful...” He replied softly.

I covered my face at the compliment. “I-I mean...i-it’s like you said, it’s more fun to feel, right? Besides not like we can see much now.”

“Well, if that’s what you want...” He agreed with a slight pout. He left the bed to shut off the light and I made quick work of removing my dress. I laid back on the bed once the room was in darkness, waiting for Wonwoo’s return. I heard shuffling and small grunts of frustration as well as the sound of fabric waving around.

“Wonwoo, what are you doing?”

“Taking off my-!” Another small grunt. “My pants! I got them off now. It’s ok.” He breathed a sigh of relief which was right before I heard a loud thud and Wonwoo cursing.

I sat up quickly and tried reaching out to him. “What happened?!”

“I hit my head on the stupid bed! God that hurt!”

“Oh god, Wonwoo, come here.” I cooed at him. “And please duck your head.” I felt the bed dip as he moved onto it, unharmed this time. I pulled him close and kissed his forehead, trying to soothe the damage as i giggled. "Poor baby."

He huffed. "Sorry im an idiot."

"A cute idiot." I compromised. "A very cute idiot." I kissed along his strong jawline and cupped his neck gently while leaning into him. I decided it was my turn to be on top and stunned him once i straddled his hips. I moved his hands to settle on my hips as i pressed our chests together and decorated his neck with small bites. The cover of the darkness increased the spark between us and we filled each others mouths with moans and whimpers.

Much to my surprise, his hold on me allowed him to guide me into rough grinds against him. He was beginning to stir beneath me, filling out his underwear more and more until i felt every inch of him between my thighs. His fingernails etched half moons into my hips as he begged for me to pull my panties off. I hummed in agreement and kissed my way down his neck to his chest and toned stomach before scooting away to pull off the impeding garment. He turned on his side to face me, instantly placing his long fingers between my slowly forming wetness, drawing them through my lower lips and making shudders run through me.

My hand returned to his hardness, gripping the outline of his shaft and stroking him in conjunction with my own pleasure. i spread my legs wider, giving him more room to slip a single finger inside my willing hole. I mewled his name, trying not to be too loud in case any of his roommates had come home. It was getting hard though with the way he was curling his finger and pulling down the cup of my bra to suckle at my breast. With my free hand i dug my fingers into his thick hair, fisting the locks tightly as i arched my chest into his mouth.

I rubbed my thumb over the tip of his cock, drifting over the small slit that had begun to leak. He tensed then, muscles within his thighs trembling ever so slightly. "P-please..."

"Hmm?" I kissed his cheek and nudged my forehead against his.

"C-could you...? Would you...? I mean you dont have to-i dont want to make you uncomfortable-but maybe, if you want, um..."

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

Wonwoo chuckled nervously. "A-ah...y-yeah. Thats what i meant to say."

"Will you keep touching me while i do it? Your fingers feel...really good." I buried his face in his chest even though he couldnt see my embarrassment in the dark. We were both fumbling idiots that could barely get through anything sexual without something triggering our nervousness. It was almost comical. I was glad we could at least say what we wanted from each other even if it was through stutters and mumbles.

“Yeah, of course. I want you to feel good too.” He assured me.

I switched my position to lower my head towards his cock while my ass wiggled closer to his chest. His finger resumed its position inside me, being joined by another to stretch the small space open. As he pleasured the soft walls within me, i guided him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the thickness of his head. He kicked off his underwear and spread his legs more, giving me room to stroke what couldnt fit in my mouth. The feel of his girth against my tongue had me struggling to hollow out my cheeks but i bounced my head away, wanting him to feel the utmost pleasure. With us being wrapped up in the intensity of our sensuality we barely noticed the door opening or the light flickering on until we heard an "Oh fuck!!"

Wonwoo and i both shot up, squinting hard to see a tall figure now a few feet in front of us. I screamed and tried to cover myself and Wonwoo as quickly as possible. “Mingyu!?” He shouted. “You couldn’t have knocked?!”

“I didn’t know you were getting laid! Besides it’s my room too!...Wait.” Wonwoo’s roommate seemed to have a revelation. “Dude, you’re getting laid! Finally!” We watched as he ran out the room screaming, “Yo Vernon! Wonwoo’s finally getting laid!”

Wonwoo groaned and flopped back onto the mattress, covering his face with a pillow as he groaned deeply. Though we may not have been able to see without our glasses, it didn’t take 20/20 vision to see that we couldn’t have a night to ourselves without something going wrong.

[strawberryspeachy]

So on the last day of july i went clubbing

Almost immediately met a cute boy and he asked me to go to a hotel with him. I debated but ultimately went with him. He asked if i wanted to go on a date because fucking japanese assholes equate date with hotel.

Went. Hooked up. Then. He said he wanted to go back to the club because otherwise “it would be a waste of his night”

Yeah

So... went back.... watched him look for another girl. And felt like shit

Eventually a boy that was ok looking talked to me. I didnt ignore him and he got excited over me talking to him after having ignored other boys. I didnt intend to continue talking to him but he was so excited the entire time and was nice so i just stayed with him.

We left together and sat on some sidewalk and talked. I saw that both his arms had cut marks all over them

And as a fucked up person... i stupidly think that other fucked up people will be as empathetic as i try to be and my depressed friends back home

He told me some of his shitty homelife - apparently he doesnt have parents

He asked me to go to a hotel with him and i said no... so we went to eat instead...

He kept being overly nice (in words) told me that he works at an old folks home and that he wants to learn english and come to america and help me take care of my mom.... in a sudden way

Rationally im not stupid and know that was a line. But im pretty stupid in general

He kept asking me to be his gf and i told him id need to go on a date with him to decide that

I just wanted to say no but...

He didnt pay for my meal - ya im one of those girls that that bothers

We seperated and he continued to text my the next few days. We set up a date. He asked me to go to him in yokohama - an hour away from tokyo

Since id never been there i said yes. But this meant i had to pay an expensive train ticket

He did pay for dinner and afterwards convience store for me... mostly... asking if i had change

He wanted to drink at the pier and insisted i get a drink but didnt pay for it

And then took me back to his apartment

It ended up being fun

The next morning while he was showering i was just poking around at his stuff. Not actually looking for anything just curious about the things he has

I looked at his wallet (honestly to see the design but i also always wonder why japanese guys are so comfortable leaving money around who is generally a stranger)

And then. I found. Picture from a photobooth. Him amd soem girl. It was dated from a week before.

He told me the night we met that he broke up with his ex a year ago. But this picture looked very much like a couple

I asked him about it and he just said sorry and threw it in the trash (not a real trash. It could easily be taken out) he said it was from a year ago

After. Bit i took it out amd pointed at the date. He literally hummed and refused to comment ...but he told me hell only see me...

I shouldn’t take that as enough but i did and told him when i got home that ill only se him too. I told him i liked him - and to this point he kept saying he likes me over and over. He has not said it since this. Just said he was happy that i used his name.

After that i went to okinawa for a few days. He told me his sim card broke and he doesnt have wifi unless he goes to a convience store (as an excuse to text slow)

I got back the next week and stayed home all week from a yeast infection that i think he gave me. When he barely responded i told him that

Then he responded continuously telling me that i just got it on my own and hes healthy so it wasnt him

That weekend i went drinking with some friends and messaged him. He responded immediately and i called him. Asking when his phone got fixed. He told me the day before

Then he told me he has pink eye and sent a picture. He said he cant go out of his house because of it

The next week was my birthday. He said hed be cured the day after and we could celebrate. Then he cancelled saying the doc told him hes still contagious

A few days after he sent me a picture of him with makeup on and contacts in saying he went to the salan. I responded immediately asking if he was still contagious and tried to call. He ignored me

I tried to call more throughout the day

Nothing

Over 24 hours pased so i used another account to say hi to him. After 2 hours he responded to the fake account asking who it was

And i flipped the fuck out. I told him a bunch of reasons why he sucked and that he did and fuck him

Then he responded to me with long messages. Many of which i couldnt understand (hes used incorrect kanji before that which makes translation strained)

His excuse was that he felt sick and slept for 20 hours (but he ignored me for over 27)and that he wanted to answer his texts in order. That he doesnt look at him phone much and then got mad at me for not being worried about him and instead getting mad

He didnt addresss any of my complaints like the fact that if im his gf i should be a priority

But because im a sucked i felt bad for trying to hurt him and apologized.... he said hed forgive me if i buy him an accessory next time we hung out...

Yeah. Red flags. I too if i had other options... would have said. Thats a weird way to accept an apology.

Also before (on that first date) when we talked about our bdays cause his was a bit before mine. I asked him what hed wanna do as a late celebration. He immediately told me he wanted yakiniku (an expensive meat meal) and clothes or accessorys from an expensive brand he likes...

So he continued to take over 24 hours to reply to me. With very small responces - he never asks me questions. I asked him to call the night before i went camping and he said he couldnt because he was too drunk from drinking with friends. I went camping and came back and got him on the phone. I demanded him to call and he said he couldnt cause he was tired from work and would the following day

I told him it makes me upset that he doesnt talk to me and that i constantly dont feel good because of him. He just said sorrry. I planned to say this is over if he didnt agree to meet me. But he agreed to a date the coming sunday... the day before i began work again. He said hed come to tokyo and and had a plan. It sounded fun.

Well come sunday morning.... he cancelled. He said he didnt have money. I tried to call him several times and he ignored me.

I confronted him in person. He got mad at me for it. Said he got some sort debt collection and got frauded... someone used his name to take out money and he has to pay court. He said he doesnt have money because of it.

I asked why he never tells me whats going on with him (because im dumb and beleive this... actually i dont. I hope hes being honestly and just has really bad luck but)

This time like last time i told him the way he treats me is how really awful boys who are using me and playing with me treat me. And i cant trust him if hes like this but doesnt tell me why

Well...i was there... i offered to pay for out date.... besides the 11 dollars it takes to get to him

He asked me to put 5 dollars on his train card.... it takes 3 dollads to get to and from where we went. He... mad sure no matter where we would eat it would cost 40 bucks - wanting to drink alc and such. It costed 43 dollars. He wanted starbucks but i kinda said no by saying i dont rlly like starbucks - but he still wanted to get a dessert - 3 dollars

And... he wanted me to buy him that aftermentioned accessory... a ring. He looked at very expensive ones... i... would not have paid for even as stupid as i am.. the one he got was 15 or 25 I forget which...

The thing is... if he wasnt actually... if i wasn’t comfortable being with him i woulda stopped this before... unfortunately. As usual. Despite initially not being attracted to him i really enjoyed his company and find him to be fun...

He said that we should go home at 8 i asked about going back to him place and he said no because hes tired and has work the next day. He knows i also do too. At the same time. And i tried to convince him and he kept saying no. Then i asked doesnt he wanna have sex. He said that we should go to a hotel. And i protested that hotels are expensive and his apartments free and just a cheap train station away. He said hes too tired and just wants to sleep at his apartment but hotels are exciting so hed be awake at a hotel.

He pushed them and i said at that point id be spending like 100 dollars on the day and he knows i also dont have a lot of money.

We awkwardly went to a manga cafe that was only 5 dollars but it wanted you to make a card that costs 5 more dollads. And then i got fussy because too much stress literally makes me lose control of my emotions.

It fucking sucks and i hate it. I have no fucking control over my emotions when my stress is bubbling (which it almost always is) and boils over.

I asked him if he can even pay just the 5 dollars and he said he has no money. I asked how hes gonna get to work with literally no money and he said his conpany pays for it (yea japanese conpanies pay AFTER you go )

We left. It was a bad mood. He didnt storm away from me even though i was basically crying in the street (i have had this happen with even friends. I start crying and they just walk away so even though it should be expected of someone claiming to be your bf... ya)

Anyhow i told him i just wanted to cuddle and talk and kiss

He looked annoyed but i guess he thought those wants were cute and looked for a isolated place

Because were in japan

Couldnt find one cause we were in a city and he again just started saying lets go home. That hes tired and not in the mood.

But we were in a quiet enough play.

And im bitching here but ill take a quick break to say i kept hugging him and stuff which he liked despite saying he was really embarrassed

He told me ealier ok that because of this debt thing hes gonna work two jobs

Which. Terrified me. The first guy I went on a date with in Japan asked me to be his gf and to move in with him and said he had to work two jobs for a month to afford to move so he wouldnt have time to see me. He told me his progress for two weeks and then ghosted me.

This boy told me hell make time to see me when i complained about not doing anything physical when i wouldnt see him again for who knows how long

Welp. Todays saturday and that was sunday. And while at first i thought he was trying because he replied to my messages in or at 24 hours for a few days. Its gone back to the 17 hours

And i asked him to talk on the phone

And he just said not tonight because after his current job hes working at home too

And because im dumb ive waisted my whole saturday waiting for him to reply and crying.

[randomsevans]

THE FEAR OF PROTECTION

Part 1

Steve Rogers x reader

Warning : none apart for language and maybe some violents in the future

Other day , another shift at the Blue and Gold , your place of work . You never saw your self working in a bar but when you were desperate for a job and your roommate Nat was quick to suggest a job at the bar she worked at , how could you say no , the money was good and you got the work with your best friend. Needless to say you enjoy your job , yeah it can get rough sometime but what can you expect your giving the people of New York alcohol.

It was around 11am and your and Nats shift started but the doors wouldnt open until 12 , so it give you to time to set everything up along with wanda . Who is basically your other roommate she stays with you Nat all the time despite having her own place .when you joined the team you were more then happy to just have Nat as your only friend . But sweet bubbly wanda wasnt gonna let that happen .

You were behind the bar , cleaning glass while Nat and Wanda wiped the tables down .when a group of men entered the bar form your bosses office. They were all mostly tall and build up , you didnt recognize anyway , apart from Nats brunnet boyfriend Bucky or james as you like to call him to wind him up. You really dont know much about him or what he does , but it doesn't really matter as long as he looks after your best friend which he does .

You wasnt paying much attention apart form seeing Nat and Buck share and glance and smile , while nat mouthed 'what are you doing here 'with james only looking down to the floor, and with that you and nat looked at each other knowing something isn't right .

But the guys whispering with each other and you had your own work to do , you decided to just back to the glass and wait for them to leave , so you can open the bar to the people of NYC.

It wasnt until the squeak of a chair being pull backwards caught your attention and glanced over to see a blonde hair , blue eyed ,Greek god sitting in the chair. Clearing his throat , everyone's attention was one him.As he laid back on the chair facing everybody with one arm on the table ,relaxed. You had never seen him before, but he looked he breathed confidence and danger , that stool the air out at your lungs as you had your eyes on him , waiting to speaking and having the impression that to speak up.

"Okay ! "He looked around

"People listen up "his eyes landed on you and for a seconde you swear you were dead you couldn't move or breath , you mind when black, gets lost in those blue , blue eyes ,.

His eyes left yours and continued to look around. "Things are going to change abit around here !" He spoke with such confidence,

'What does he mean thing are gonna change '

"This bar is now under the control and ownership of me and the others of Roger's " his cold stared glancing towards everyone. 'Wtf does he mean ,, he is ge your new boss ' you think 'and why does Roger's sound familiar '

He gets up and ready to leave ."if anyone of you have any question ask my seconde in comment ,"he pointed a bucky 'what the actual fuck is going on ' you tighten your grip on the glass as you watch the blonde stroll to the door .

Before leaving with his boys apart from Bucky ,he turns to everyone one last time "I'll be back on Saturday to see thing are ran and if I dont like and change it and that included the staff"

He leaves with his miserable man following him , when the doors swing shut . You glance at wanda and Nat both sharing the same confused face as you . You all glance to bucky in shock and confusion 'what is going on , is this a joke , iam gonna loss my job '

Nat broke the silence "what the fuck , James , you better explain right now why Steve Roger's thinks his my boss " you knew Nat was piss ,she never used james name when she wasnt 'wait a minute !' 'Steve Rogers ' and then it hit you like a tone of bricks 'Steve Rogers as in the Brooklyn mob leader ! What ! ' 'bucky seconde in command, what does that even mean ' a thousand panic and scared thoughts crossed you mind in a blink of an eye.

"Your boss owed and debt and now Steve's payment is the bar ,that's all I can say , hes your boss and so iam in a sort of way "you could tell he was nervous most likely because he didnt want a smack across the head from Nat .

"Are you joking hes my boss now !"natasha yeld , buck only nodded in response .

You only had one question , an important one at that "does this mean I could loss my job "you spoke up , voice shaking.

Bucky looks up at you almost as if he didnt know you were here "No ,no , well only if you piss him off , but I'll make sure all three of you stay in the job " he looked toward you , nat and wanda ."and as long as you work for the bar , you work for steve , and the rest of the Rogers, which puts you under our protection "

Protection form what ?

Needless to say life is about to become interesting and something tell you even dangerous

[taehyungsgrowl]

a thought: when sugar daddy!duncan is distracted with work all day and doesn't pay attention to his sugar babies jim and y/n, they decide to punish duncan a little fucking right in front of him without letting him join

Am I gonna kill two birds with one stone? (In theory, I would kill all the birds because I’m irrationally afraid of them)

also a shoutout to drunk anon (tqm amiga!) for always sending me asks ily ily ily and this a continuation of a beach house feat duncan x sugar babies ask she sent + some people requested a part 2 to it

this is beach!house!duncan being distracted when he’s supposed to be on vacation w his babies? I can guarantee you, they wouldn’t be too happy with that and would definitely have to punish him for it.

this wasnt meant to be this long but oops

word count: 1.7 k

warnings: smut smut smut, angst if you squint

 The first few days in paradise was nothing but fun in the sun for the three.

Nothing but sailing and surfing and sandcastles.

That was until duty called. On their third night at their beach house, Duncan got an emergency work call. He kicked at the sand below his feet, clearly frustrated with the news they were giving him on the other end of the call. “No. I can fix it.” he huffed.

Y/N and Jim looked up from the massive margaritas they were drinking to exchange a look a look of concern. They knew what that voice meant. Duncan had to report to keep his company afloat - which in turn meant that their slice of paradise with their favorite was being cut short. The entire point of this trip was for Duncan to leave work at work and enjoy time with his sugar babies.

But crisis never rests.

“I gotta go back to the house,” he frowned, wiping sand off his board shorts, “But you two stay here. Enjoy the sun - and your drinks,” he smirked. “I won’t be long,” he promised before retreating back to the house. He left Y/N and Jim to tan and relax. Well, relax as much as they could without him.

Soon an hour turned to three that then turned to five. With the sun beginning to set, Y/N and Jim knew Duncan had lost track of time. They picked up their things and stumbled back into the house, trailing bits of sand inside.

Jim lead Y/N back inside, wrapping his towel over her shoulders. He knew how much this was upsetting her. Of course he was disappointed too, but Y/N was the one who had begged Duncan for a getaway. A getaway from the hustle and bustle of D.C - a getaway from his stress. He kissed the top of her head inhaling the faint smell of sunscreen.

They padded their bare feet over the wooden floor into Duncan’s vacation home office. Ridiculous that he even had to have one.

“Duncan,” Y/N spoke softly, both Jim and her pouting from the doorframe.

He pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose; the wrinkle between his brows seemed permanent as he typed away at his laptop. “Hmm.” He didn’t bother looking up at them.

She rolled her eyes and let the towel drop from her shoulders. Jim cocked an eyebrow at her as she grabbed him hand and dragged him to the large leather couch in the office. Perfectly located in Duncan’s line of vision.

Duncan continued to work. It wasn’t uncommon that these two would keep him company while he did so. Needy little things, he thought.

Jim’s eyes widened as he fell back on the couch - or more like pushed down on the couch. Y/N shoved her hand on his bare chest, making him plop down. He had a puzzled look on his face at he looked up and her and glanced at Duncan. Before he could say a word, she sat on down on his lap - instinctively, his arms wrapped around her waist.

Y/N was going to get Duncan’s attention - Both her and Jim were. They were spoiled, she’d admit, but Duncan promised he’d be all theirs this trip. That he’d leave work in Washington and enjoy his time with his lovers on the beach. She leaned forward whipersing something that made Jim’s mouth hang open before the corners pulled up into a smirk.

“Jimmy..” she drew out his name, “Let’s play.” she giggled wrapping her arms around his neck. They heard the typing of keys come to a brief halt. They won’t, Duncan was sure. They know better.

His fingers moved fast on the keyboard again. Almost as fast as Jim’s fingers undoing the back knot in Y/N’s swimsuit.

She giggled and began moving her hips down on his lap. Jim was a different type of lover; he was playful and impatient. He still didn’t have patience or nature to tease and build up like Duncan. Duncan would often be reminded of his younger self when Jim was in that mood. Hasty and hungry. Duncan knew discipline and the power of edging his little ones to the point of shaking.

It didn’t take long for Jim to start hardening beneath her. Part of him had to admit that doing this to piss Duncan off turned him on. He imagined what Duncan would plan to do to him Y/N after they made him watch without joining. Y/N was the troublemaker of the two; the brat. She was always coming up with fun ways for her and Jim to get in trouble. Not that he minded. It made their dynamic all much more fun.

His hands glided up her body feeling the softness of her skin on his prune like fingers. They really did spend too much time in the water. “Want you so bad, Jim.” she whined, rutting her hips even harder. She could feel press against her swim bottoms as she grew wet. There was something so boy-next-door about Jim that turned her on. From the moment Duncan and her met him, she knew she wanted to help corrupt him.

So lost in each other for the moment, they didn’t notice that the annoying tapping had stopped. The typing sounds were now replaced by the sound of a zipper coming undone.

Jim buried his face in her chest, kissing and sucking at her flesh. The buzz from the alcohol he’d consumed earlier was now replaced with the electric feeling of having Y/N tease his cock with her movements.

“Oh..  You think you’re so clever,” Duncan chuckled, “My babies are feeling needy, hmm?” he grasped at his hardening cock. Watching the way Jim wrapped his plump pink lips on your nipples made him twitch in his pants. “Let daddy, help.”  he began walking around the desk, but halted when Jim’s head snapped up.

“No.”

“No?” a dumbfounded expression crossed Duncan’s features. His Jimmy.. saying no?

“Daddy is too busy…” Y/N purred before licking a stripe along Jim’s jawline, “We’re playing by ourselves tonight.” she turned back to face him with a fake pout on her lips.

His jaw slacked open. He slumped against the edge of his desk watching the scene unravel before him. “Babies..” he whined palming his pants, “Daddy’s sorry.”

Jim grabbed Y/N’s chin and instructed her to lift her hips off so he could shove his bottoms off. His cock sprung up proudly and he smirked at Duncan. “Maybe next time, daddy.” he roughly tugged Y/N’s swim bottoms to the side, exposing her wet pussy.

“Go back to work, Duncan.” Y/N giggled sinking down on Jim’s lap again. She grabbed the base of his lengthy cock, aligning her cunt with his head. Not wasting any time she lowered herself down on him - her walls stretching open for him.

Duncan’s soft moans rang in their ears and mixed with theirs. “Fuck, princess.” Jim moand out feeling his cock moisten with her arousal. “Who’s making you feel this good?” he stared at Duncan again.

“You baby.. You are..” she whined lightly bouncing down on him.

Duncan now had his hand was now tightly gripping his cock. Pumping at the pace of Y/N’s motions. Arousal flushed his skin and made his cock swell. He wanted to finish with them even if he couldn’t touch them. He knew this was part of their little game. And to be honest, he was deserving of their bratty behavior. That’s not to say there wouldn’t be consequences. But that was part of the fun, wasn’t it?

A firm pair of hands grabbed and squeezed Y/N’s ass. Jim slapped it a few times, grunting and pulling her down on his cock roughly. Duncan bit back any pointers he wanted to give. Jim didn’t need it. He was young and stamina coursed through him. He was desperate for the rush of the orgasm he was chasing.

With one final upward buck of his hips, Jim held Y/N down on his cock as they both came. His cum shot in her and her own coated his cock making it glisten as she hopped off of him. A cocktail of both his and her cum dripped down her thigh, staining Duncan’s leather couch.

Jim grabbed her swim top off the floor and dragged it up her thigh, cleaning her off. She laughed at the slight tickle sensation it provided, ruffling his hair playfully - to which he responded by kissing her hip bone.

“I think you two have proven your point.” Duncan’s voice made their heads snap up to face him - deep blushes coloring their faces. He huffed, his limp cock hanging out from his pants - a light trace of his cum squirted on his clothing and floor.

“What does daddy have to do to make it up to you, babies?”

Jim and Y/N shared a look between each other. It was simple. They didn’t need more of Duncan’s credit or clothes right now. They wanted the time he promised them.

“We want you, Duncan.” Jim pouted. Always the first to cave.

She nodded silently agreeing, “Work will be fine.. just… be with us.” Jim continued, not letting his voice waver.

Duncan walked to them and knelt in front of the couch they sat on. “Listen. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you two today. I promise, starting now, my attention is all yours.” he kissed Jim’s knee and held Y/N’s hand. How lucky was he to have found the best in both of them. He wouldn’t trade it for the world and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anything ruin what he had. D.C has survived without Duncan Shepherd before; it can survive a week without him. Or so he hopes.

YEE hope you guys like this and idk why it took me so long to finish (ok tbh smut always takes me a long time to write like i’m? ok)

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His Aphrodisiac...Part 2 Vampire Ivar! x Reader

Disclaimer: Smut 😏(an attempt), spelling and grammar mistakes😬 and my cliched imagination🤣Thank you for all the love and support💕☺️

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Weeks had gone by after our steamy session in Ivar’s office. I still couldn’t process the fact that he was a vampire. That ancient tale of a monster who sought nothing but blood was true. However, he had proved otherwise. Ivar didn't seem like the type of person to go around sucking people’s blood just because he felt like it. No, he was the type that when I had a problem he would make it disappear. Like Johnathan, my ex-fiancee who wouldn't stop harassing me. As soon as Ivar had found out about him, he never showed up again. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air. Of course I was relieved at the time, but now I cant help but think about if Ivar had anything to do with it...

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it was the night of the annual Lothbrok Corp dinner. Only a select few people from the office were to attend as many of our sister branches would also send their representatives. Not to mind the fact that the founders of Lothbrok corp would all be there as well, with their friends and family. This year the dinner had been set to occur at Ivar’s mansion upstate. This included a secluded area where the next house wouldnt be in sight for miles. Ivar was a man of privacy and now I could understand why. The dinner was to start in an hour and I had yet to finish my makeup. I wasn't really one to amazing at it, but I knew what would compliment my (y/s/t) complexion. As I finish applying my mascara, I take one last look in the mirror before heading out to the kitchen to find my phone and call an Uber. Taking my coat in one hand and juggling my keys, phone and purse in the other. I manage to somehow lock the door, but not before I’m met with a pair of electric blue eyes. “I..Ivar. W...What are you doing here?” I manage to say through my shock. 

“You haven't returned any of my calls or messages since that night (y/n). I wouldn't admit this to anyone else, but I was genuinely worried about you.” He trails off as he says the last part whilst avoiding my gaze. “Ive just had a lot on my mind, Ivar. Im sorry.” I say looking anywhere except his eyes, knowing full well the effect they had on me. In a flash Ivar stepped away from the limousine, took my coat and placed it on his arm and grabbed my hand dragging me towards it. “Ivar what are you doing my Uber’s here.” “I gave him 100 bucks and sent it away. You're coming with me.” He whispers the last part close to my ear before shoving me inside the limo. His tone of voice wasn't all the way warm, it had hints of his icy personality in them and made it hard to breathe for me.

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The car ride was awkward and filled with lots of tension. Ivar tried multiple times to start a conversation with me, but I paid him no mind. I sat as far away as possible from him, I could swear that there were times where I thought that I would fall out the door. His hands would “accidentally” (as he said) wander all over my legs, tracing patterns and ever so often trailing even higher. It took everything in me to  ignore his advances, and he knew very well the effects his touch had on me. His mere touch created a pool of wetness down there and the bastard knew it. Before his hand could go any further, the view of a great mansion surrounded by nothing but trees caught my eye. “Woah, that's huge.” I said as I looked out the window. “And its all yours (y/n), if you’d just have me.” Ivar says as he turns my head and stares into my (e/c) eyes. Getting lost in his electric blue orbs I lose all sense of why I was upset at him. It’s as if it’s only us two and the whole world disappeared when I look at him. Before either one of us could act upon our feelings once again, we’re interrupted by the driver as he pulls up in front of the house. “Oh for fucks sake! Someone is always interrupting us!” Ivar screams out, startling me a little as his eyes began to glow. His sudden outburst made me want to run away, but also made me feel as if I should have calmed him down.  Ivar turns to me and he just stares, no sudden movements or words just a blank stare. In seconds Ivar is out of the car and opening the door for me. If I hadnt known that he was a vampire I could've sworn that it had all been a fix of my imagination and that he truly wasnt there.

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As Ivar led from the limo inside the mansion, I couldnt help but admire the artwork and intricate design of his house. It was something truly unexpected from him. Once inside the ballroom Ivar had disappeared, I guess to greet everyone and say hello to his family. Whom I know he hasn't seen for the longest time. I however, am very overwhelmed and I think it may have to do with the fact that everybody’s eyes are on me. I don't do very well in public scenarios like this one and all the attention is making me a little sick. There was security all over the place and although intimidating I knew that I had to find a washroom as quickly as possible, so I could lock myself in there all night. The bodyguard didn't even speak, he just pointed towards the stairs and went back to acting as if I wasnt there. Shrugging it off I make my way up the stairs only to find a corridor with an exceptional amount of doors. Internally cursing myself I make my way down and knock on every door, but they're all locked. I almost gave up until I saw the double doors on the right. Obviously this couldn't be bathroom, but at this point I didn't care, I just had to find a place to stay till it was time to go. 

As I opened the double doors Im greeted by an awfully dark lit room, with intricate black designs. The cravings on the bed posts and the paintings around are those of ancient nordic runes, something that led me to believe that this might have been Ivar’s room. I knew of his great admiration foe his background, he loved anything that had to do with nordic beliefs and ancient gods. Making may way inside Im transfixed by all the artwork and details around me that I fail to acknowledge the presence that lies in the corner of the room. “So, I seem you've made yourself acquainted with my room already, (y/n)” Ivar says as he walks out of the shadows with his crutches? “Oh my God, Ivar are you okay? I literally left you for less than an hour and you've already gone an injured yourself! Wait, I dont mean to sound like a bitch/ignorant or anything, but why do you have crutches? Aren't like vampires supposed to be like physically invincible?” I said all in one breath, as Ivar just cocked his head to the side and stared at me. “You honestly believe everything that the media tells you, dont you?” Point taken, all I knew about vampires were form shows, movies and books that were then turned into movies or shows. “Anyway, before I became a vampire, I was actually a viking. Hence all the nordic runes everywhere and the massive tattoo on my chest and back. My family was very rich and my father Ragnar was king. However, unlike my siblings I was born without function in my legs. Which is why I use those metal braces in the corner over there while I'm in public, and these only around people I trust.” He says moving closer to me. “Now, tell me as to what drew you to come in to my room without me, (Y/n).” Ivar says as he draws my name longer than he has to, in a very sensual tone that makes my knees tremble.

“(y/n), give in. Dont fight it, we were meant to be. You're the reason I can finally feel alive. If it weren't for you, I probably would've kept roaming this world with no sense of purpose. I know you feel this connection. So once again , will you let me take care of you?” And in that moment all senses had been thrown out the window.

Ivar closed the gap with his hot mouth against yours. You gasped as you felt the heat spiral through you, as you ran your fingers through his soft locks. Throwing the crutches to the side Ivar manages to pick you up the hips and deepens the kiss. The sensual dance between your tongue and his is soon over as you cave in to his dominance and let his explore your mouth, slowly with deliberate movements. “Ahhhh...” A moan escapes your lips as his lips move down to your neck. “Since I saw you in that dress earlier tonight, it took everything in me to not act on impulse.” Making his way to the bed, Ivar lays you gently on the back satin sheets and holds himself up as his roam over your body in admiration. Ivar then looks at you for permission as his fingers begin unlacing and unzipping your dress. As Ivar kisses along to every spot that is unveiled to him, goosebumps begin to raise along your skin. You had longed for this moment for awhile, but had denied yourself of the pleasure due to your fear. Oh how stupid could I have been you thought to yourself as you relish in the pleasure that this man brought you every time he kissed and caressed you. “You're so beautiful...” Ivar says as he touches you with reverent fingers, as he begins caressing that part of your body that is not very often explored.

His fingers begin tracing the inside of my hips as his head dips down to my flower. Ivar takes my clit into his mouth and gently bites it, bringing a pleasure that I cannot describe. My hips buck up to him on their own accord asking for more. But he holds me down and brings his face up to mine. His intense gaze had distracted me for a second as his ministrations towards my clit were over. But before I could beg him and ask him for more, it was as fi Ivar had already beat me to it. In a flash he had dipped and curled 2 of his massive fingers into my hole. Pumping them in at an alarmingly fast rate. “I..Ivar, that feels so good!” I manage to say through my moans that are increasingly louder as I throw my head back from all this pleasure. Ivar’s pace becomes steady and his lips are now focused on my right breast, kissing and caressing it as if it were his favourite thing in the world. My hands uncurl form the sheets and move towards his head caressing it and then bringing it up so that I could kiss him. This time I wanted to show him that I too cared for him. And all that fear had been washed away, this man had been everything to me the minute I started working for him and Would be damned if I let him get away. Vampire or not! 

Bringing him in for a kiss Ivar tries to take control and dominate again, but this time I would be in control. I manage to shock Ivar with the lack of submission that he’s used to seeing from me. I use this to my advantage and flip us over. Trying to not hurt him in the process. I break apart our kiss and stare deeply into his eyes as our heave breaths begin to entangle with each other and become one. I slowly remove his fingers from my hole, much to his dismay. And before he could protest I place my finger to his lips. “You've shown me how much you care for me. Time and time again Ivar. Let me show you that I care too.” At this his eyes hold admiration, surprise, and hints uncertainty. Making my way down his body, I leave trail of kisses form his chest all the way down to his legs. Taking my time kissing every part of them and staring into his eyes with love and tenderness, which he mirrors in his gaze towards me. I then make my way up to his long and already hard cock. Oozing with loads of precum.  Licking the excess I take as much as I can into my mouth as I wrap my hangs around the base his very thick and long shaft. Pumping and bobbing my head I can feel and hear Ivar’s pleasure. His hands wrap around my (h/l)(h/c) hair and his hips thrust forward. I can see that he is reaching his high and before I could make him cum, he pulls out of my mouth. “I’d like to cum inside you, if you'd let me (y/n)” He says as his hands pull my face into a heated kiss.

Climbing on top of him I go to position myself on his member. However, Ivar flips us around so that he is the one on top. I could only look at him in shock for a second before my eyes roll back as I feel him thrust into me with one swift movement. My hands wrap around his torso, and claw at his back from the overwhelming sense of pleasure. Our moans become a melody to my ears, but soon I can feel myself reaching that high. “Ivar.....Im gonna” “I know baby, me too.” And just like that with a few more of his powerful thrusts Ivar and I reach our edge. Ivar and I stare into each others eyes with admiration and love. My hands without thought brush the strands from his hair away from his sweaty face. “Dont leave me ever again (y/n), I mean it. Those weeks that went by were probably the hardest of my life.” He breathes out as he caresses my face and body so gently, as if he were thinking that I would just vanish right there. “I would never think of leaving you again, ever. Im your aphrodisiac after all. What would you do without me?” And without a care in the world we lied in each others arms whilst the party roared downstairs, and the host nowhere to be found.