#they do deserve a proper makeout

[eddiesxangel]

Just Peachy | E.M

TJ’s 2K request celebration!

Anonymous asked: Hey i was wondering if i could request a friends to lovers eddie x reader, its romantic and the tension finally breaks, its their first time with each other and the reader absolutely blows his mind sucking and fucking him, shes the best hes ever had and he wasnt expecting it to be THAT good, hes just sprawled out flushed and sweaty like hes seen god 🤭🤭 Im just imagining him trying to get up to pee and his legs give out, he face plants in the hallway, his cheeks just out 🍑 and youre both giggling

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Cw: friends to lovers, your and Eddie’s first time together, smut, oral (f + m) , p in v, talks about cuming inside but Eddie is wearing a condom.

Concealing your emotions around Eddie had become increasingly taxing over the past couple of months. Although you've been friends for a little over a year, you couldn't help but notice that something had shifted in your interactions with him.

You felt giddy when you were together. Your face, cheeks, and ears would feel on fire whenever he complimented you. You also found yourself thinking about him first thing in the morning, and when your head hit the pillow, fantasies of you and he would play in your mind until you fell asleep.

The flirting between the two of you was so unbelievably blatant, and any time you innocently did it in front of your friends, they would make gagging noises. You never thought much of it because that’s just how you and Eddie were, that’s how you’ve always been, it was never serious for you, until it was.

It was one particular comment he had made that made it all switch for you. It was late at night, and you and he had been smoking together at his place. He’d told you that “you are the only person in the whole world who makes him feel whole.” You could have kissed him right then and there, and that thought scared you.

Ever since that night, Eddie has always been at the forefront of your mind, especially on the night of that party, when he expressed his feelings for you during a game of truth or dare.

In all honesty, Eddie had been set up by Dustin and Steve. They were tired of hearing him go on and on about you for a year and a half, so they fed Eddie a bunch of alcohol and insisted on playing a game of truth or dare.

Finally, when it was time, Steve asked Eddie, “Who do you like?” He drunkenly but confidently said your name. You hadn’t believed him because he was so drunk, but Nancy reminded you, “Drunken thoughts are sober words.”

When you were both sober the next morning, you marched your way to the trailer to set the record straight. You needed to know if what Eddie said had any slice of truth to it. At first, he refused to even look at you, embarrassed by his actions, but when you confronted him about it, he could only nod his head ‘yes.’

Your stomach erupted with butterflies as he confessed he’d always liked you like that. Like more than a friend. He didn’t want to lose you because you’re one of the most important people in his life.

You didn’t let him finish speaking because your lips were on his. This kiss was everything that you had wanted it to be. It’s the type of kiss you’ve only been dreaming about every night before going to bed.

After one of the best makeout sessions of your life, Eddie insisted he take you out on a proper date before things moved forward because “you deserve the world.” His words, not yours.

Dating Eddie was fun and easy. You were such good friends before, so you were already comfortable with one another, but now you got to steal kisses and hold each other's hands without worry. The only problem was that you’ve been on five dates with Eddie, and neither of you has yet to make a move past steamy makeouts.

It was weird, in a way. He was your friend, and you didn’t want to seem too pushy, and neither did he. You both were too chicken to let one another’s hands roam too far without worrying about the other's reaction.

Eddie didn’t even know if you would want to have sex with him. You said you liked one another more than a friend, but you were you. You are everything to Eddie, and if he fucked this up by moving too quickly, he would never forgive himself. So, he played it safe.

Stolen kisses on cheeks, innocent hand holding—he wouldn’t initiate further than kissing until you wanted, but the problem was that you and he never talked about it, and he was not picking up on your signals.

It was coming to the end of your sixth date with Eddie, and you would be damned if you let the night end with you in your separate beds.

Eddie walked you to your door and went for a kiss goodnight, but you stopped him, “I want you to come inside.” You smiled sheepishly, and Eddie, nothing but your local follower, humbly listened to your request.

“Can I get you a drink? You ask as you guide him to your living room couch.

“Sure, I’ll take whatever you’re having.” Eddie rubs his sweaty hands over his jeans.

You come back a few moments later with two beer bottles in hand.

“Thanks,” Eddie smiles, seemingly more comfortable.

“Eddie, can we talk about something?” You ask nervously as you sit down.

Shit, here it was. You want to go back to just friends.

“S-sure” Eddie swallows the lump in his throat, the confidence suddenly drained out of his body.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“What?” This is not where he thought the conversation was going.

“We’ve known each other for so long, and this is our sixth date, and we haven’t… you know…” You look down, embarrassed to say what is on your mind.

“Haven’t what, sweetheart.”

You take a deep sigh, building up your confidence.

“Sex.”

“Oh uh-I”

“It’s ok if you’re not attracted to me-“

“What! No! God no!”

“Then why haven’t you made a move?”

“I didn’t want to scare you away…”

“Scare me away?

“ I’m obsessed with you to the point it’s a bit embarrassing.”

“And I’m not obsessed with you?” You counter back.

“I didn’t think you’d be into me like that…”

“It’s all I think about.”

That was the confirmation that Eddie needed to hear.

“So do you uh,” he ears his throat, “want to umm.”

“Yes,” you nod your head enthusiastically.

Slowly, Eddie leans in to kiss you. It’s soft and gentle until you lean in and press into his lips more.

A low moan leaves Eddie’s throat, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as his hands trail up your upper thigh to your waist, pulling your body closer and closer until you are straddled on top of him.

Finally, he was taking control like you had wanted for so long. You pulled away to catch your breath, pushing Eddie’s brown tendrils out of the way so you could latch your lips onto the side of his neck.

“Mmmm, baby,” he moaned.

Your heart skipped a beat with his words; that was the first time he’d called you that, and you yearned for more.

“God, I want you so bad.” his breath had become heavy as his chest pumped up and down.

“You have me, baby,” you bravely let slip the pet name.

“Fuck” he groaned as the blood rushed down to his stiffening cock.

“How do you want me?” Your confidence was growing with each passing touch.

“Fuuuuuck, you can’t just say shit like that to me, sweetheart.”

“Why not?” You pout playfully.

You could feel his cock against your cunt, and you rolled your hips to test out the waters.

“Oooh! You are a dirty girl.” Eddie grits through his teeth as he stills your hips by gripping onto your ass, and a wave of arousal floods your lace panties. The panties you’ve been saving for each passing date.

“Can I suck your cock?”

“Yes,” Eddie blurts out without a second passing thought.

You slide off the couch, and Eddie shifts forward for you before he undoes his pants while you place a pillow under your knees.

The butterflies in your stomach still haven’t settled as you wait impatiently to see what he looks like. From what you could feel in his lap, he wouldn’t disappoint you.

As Eddie shifts the fabric uncovering his cock, your mouth waters with anticipation. You’re mesmerized by the sight of it, it’s long and thick, and the tip is so pink it’s just begging to be sucked, kissed and licked.

Eddie watches as your face turns into a grin as you bite your lip. You’re entirely giddy as you lean forward to take his hard length in your hand.

A soft “fuck” leaves Eddie’s lips as the tips of your fingers brush the shaft and take it into your gentle fingertips.

“You’re so big,” you purr.

Eddie was about to respond but your mouth is enveloping his cock.

“Oh my god,” he sputters. He cannot believe that this is his life, that he is here with you at this very moment. He never thought his most intimate daydreams would one day come to fruition.

Eddie snapped out of his own head as you sunk down lower and lower until you reached the back of your throat. You tried to breathe through your nose, but it was too much, so you returned to catch your breath.

“Holy shit, baby!”

There he goes, throwing around that word again, which makes you melt for him. All you want is to please him, to make him feel good.

“You like that baby? You like sucking on my cock?”

Fuck, he has a dirty mouth.

A whiny “mmmmmhmmmmm” fills the room and only enhances Eddie’s pleasure.

You feel his hands grip your hair, pushing it out of the way for you. So ever the gentleman.

“Need to see you, pretty girl.” There was no way Eddie was missing the sight of you taking him in your mouth because a bit of hair was in the way.

Eddie was trying everything in his power to not buck up his hips into you and down your throat. You were making it so hard because you were so good at this. Too good…but Eddie couldn’t let his mind wander about how you are so good at head. No, he will allow himself to enjoy this moment. He’s waited 20 months for this moment.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he chanted as your mouth slid up and down, swallowing the shaft, swirling your tongue on the tip each time before repeating it over and over and over again.

You can’t help but touch yourself as you’re also pleasuring your boyfriend. The way his words were affecting your body was too much to ignore any longer.

“Oh my god, you’re so hot; I need you; I need you now.” he watched as your fingers slipped between your skirt and your ruined panties, and he couldn’t take it anymore. God, he wanted to fuck you so badly.

“Mmmmmm, Eddie, please fuck me.” You remove your mouth and replace it with your hand as you jerk him off.

Your face is dripping with the mix of pre cum and saliva. Your eye makeup was a little smudged from the tears from when you gagged on his cock, but Eddie never thought you looked more beautiful.

“Come here.”

“You going to ride me baby? Show me how much you want me? Or are you going to let me fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Who needs legs anyway” you let out a shaky laugh.

Eddie’s face morphed into a mischievous grin as he threw you over his shoulder and brought you to the bedroom.

He flopped you on your back, and you landed with a giggle that quickly was cut off by a hot kiss.

Before you knew it, you were both finally naked, and Eddie was taking in every inch of you like he was committing your body to memory.

“Perfect,” Eddie whispered before leaning in to kiss you. “Perfect,” he moved down to kiss your neck. “Perfect.” He muttered into your breast, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth and making you arch up into him. He repeated his actions until he got to your weeping pussy.

“Oh baby, look at you, you’ve been crying for me, haven’t you… You just want so much attention; that’s why you’re so wet for me. Don’t worry. I need you just as badly.” He stuck out his tongue and ran it up your slick slit making you let out a long, drawn-out moan.

“There’s my girl.”

Another wave of arousal washes through you at the term of endearment.

“Holy shit,” you try and catch your breath, but his tongue keeps going.

Eddie fucks your pussy with his tongue so good you can’t believe this is real. He’s eating you like you’re his last meal, and he’s enjoying every last drop.

“Eddie, baby, oh god!” You’re cuming in his tongue before you even comprehend what’s happening to your body.

“Did you just!” He pops up in shock that he was able to make you cum in a few short minutes. In all honesty, he was kinda sad it didn’t last longer. He loved being between your legs. It was his new favourite spot.

A breathy “uh-huh” leaves your chest as you soak in the euphoria.

“Can we…. Do you want to?…. I can—”

“Fuck me. Fuck me now, please. I don’t want to walk tomorrow.” You begged in your fucked-out needy state.

“Keep talking like that baby.”

“I need you so bad; I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long, please, Eddie.”

You were so long in your begging that by the time you had finished talking g Eddie already had on the condom and was aligning himself with your pussy.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and you answered by pulling him into another long, passionate kiss—one full of wanting and need, one that was much overdue.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Eddie mumbles before he slowly slips himself into you.

The stretch was so good; you had been more than prepared for his cock, so when he entered you, all you felt was pleasure.

“Oh god.” You clawed at his back, biting down on his shoulder, pussy clamping down on him.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” Eddie was already having a hard time fighting off his orgasm as his hips slowly rocked back and forth into you.

“More.” You plead.

Eddie situated himself so he could fuck you like he meant it, to fuck you so good you’re seeing stars.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” You had no idea what was coming when it came to sex with Eddie.

He was an animal, a beast, a man untamed.

His hips start getting faster, and his movements are calculated and raw. Each undulation of his hips into you was so delicious you could no longer think. You’re crying out as his cock hits your sweet spot in each thrust. He works his cock into your pussy as it sucks him in each time, taking him in willingly and refusing to let go.

“That’s it, baby, taking my cock so good” he watches as his cock disappears inside of you, gripping onto your soft inner thighs to spread your legs as wide as they can go.

“Look at that baby,” his thumb brushes your swollen clit, “so pretty and puffy for me,” he praises, and your pussy clamps down on him once again.

“Oh, she likes it when I’m nice to her, huh?”

Fuck he needs to stop talking to your pussy, or else you can’t hold on much longer.

“I want to come!”

“Come on, my cock, baby, show me you’re mine.”

That did it for you. Your second orgasm takes over your mind, body and spirit. Your floating on a cloud as Eddie rolls his cock into it and runs your clit so good you’re seeing stars.

Eddie is out of breath, but he still continues chasing after his own orgasm.

“I want you to come,” you mindlessly say, not realizing you're talking.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you full of my cum. Is that what you want?”

“Please! Give it to me, baby,” you pout, and the look on your face sends Eddie over the edge.

Jagged breaths fill the silent room as Eddie collapses on top of you before he rolls over to catch his breath.

“Wow.” Is all you say before giggling.

“Did I rock your world or what.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. It's too bad it took you this long to do it; we could have been doing this for weeks now.”

“Hey, come here,” he drags you into his arms, stealing another kiss.

“I’m going to get a towel.” Eddie sits up on the edge of the bed so he can take off the soiled condom and toss it in the trash.

Not realizing how shaky his legs are, they give out, and he falls forward.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You start laughing.

“God damn, I fucked you good, didn’t I?” he laughs.

“And you said I was the one who couldn’t walk tomorrow.” You shriek in a fit of giggles as Eddie lay on the floor, ass up face down.

“You’re a goddamn succumbs, you know that? Sucked the life right out of me.” He laughs into the floor.

“Your ass is like a fuzzy peach, I want t to bite it.”

“Why don’t you come over?” he says, dragging you into his arms. And have a taste, then.

[chanranghaeys]

🎥 chemistry read

in which Junhui’s casting director gets a little bit too jealous during a chemistry read

pairing: actor!junhui x afab!casting director!reader word count: 2.1k+ genre: hurt, comfort, nsfw rating: r-18. nsfw, mdni! tags: established relationship, JEALOUSY, fluffy ending, reader is mentioned to be smaller than jun, i claim no accuracy over the movie industry processes nsfw warnings: heavy makeout, petting, voyeurism (if you squint?) a/n: mainly inspired by lana condor and noah centineo’s chemistry read for “to all the boys i’ve loved before” and it still lives rent-free in my head because it made me feel so, so many things. also my first nsfw-rated fic oh my. took me a while to make sense of where the story was going but it seemed all roads led to this. credits to @strxwberry-skiess, @diamonddaze01, @haologram, and c for beta reading because this took a village to get out!! thank you bless your souls 🫶

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“Do you believe in the red string of fate?”

“The what?”

“The red string of fate. Have you seriously not heard of it?”

Jun was pulling out all the stops for this one. He had cranked up his charm to the max level evident in the smiles and subtle glances towards her direction. He knew exactly what he was doing.

It was sickening.

You were sitting on the opposite end of the screen in another room. Yes, you chose to go into a separate room today.

“It’s to see the literal on-screen chemistry,” you said. “We can’t have the face-to-face chemistry not translating well on camera.”

Just as well. You’d had enough of them making heart eyes at each other right in front of you anyway.

Today’s schedule was packed with absolutely no time for breaks in between and no time to even sit for a proper meal which you knew you’d only get by the end of the day.

And no time to actually sit down with the actor you were working with—who you were also lucky enough to call your boyfriend.

If you too were an actor, you’d truly believe that Jun was the perfect fit for you. It was something about his carefree presence and easygoing demeanor that turned shy when praises were directed at him no matter how much he deserved it. It was something that made you want to keep rooting for him.

He saw precisely that in you: your unwavering dedication and quiet support, whether in giving him insider tips and tricks to get ahead or letting him run wild with his character at every casting call. It was something he had never seen so strongly in someone during his time as an actor.

“You remind me of my members,” he told you the very first time you had coffee together—as colleagues who were on the verge of becoming something. “They’re my brothers. And I mean that in the best way possible! Not that you’re my brother in the messing around and crazy kind of way,” he quickly added when you raised your eyebrows in question. “I mean in the ‘always being there to stand by your side no matter what’ kind of way.” He sips from his drink nervously. “Don’t ask me to explain please, because I will not stop rambling until I say something even more stupid than I already have.”

You laughed because he’d already rambled more than he usually did. As a casting director, it was your job to match actors to roles that suited them perfectly. But as people, you both could say you did a mighty good job in matching each other’s quirks and freaks.

Professional mode on during work, you two agreed. And you two did very well on that promise.

But bringing her in for the role made it infinitely difficult for you to keep up your end of this deal.

“She’s an old friend of mine! We worked together on one of my very first projects, the small ones I used to tell you about.” He said this when you asked about her. You knew all that already, of course—it was part of your job.

But when the two finally met again in person, you saw it. As a casting director, your professional instincts felt it. You saw it in the way they instantly gravitated to each other, the way their eyes both sparkled, the way their hands naturally connected even after all those years apart.

They were perfect for the role.

And in your head, a small voice continued the thought you didn’t want to touch.

They were perfect for each other.

It was the same voice nagging in your head throughout the duration of the chemistry read. You knew this scene by heart as if you were the one auditioning for the role. You’ve watched how many callbacks and chemistry reads of this scene. And you knew what came next.

After the back-and-forth dialogue was a moment of silence, followed by a lingering gaze, which was sealed with a kiss that escalated to a bed scene. It was a pivotal moment in the film so it had to be perfect.

You’d almost been desensitized to your boyfriend doing such scenes—professional mode on as always. But all that work crumbled the moment you saw their eyes lock onscreen. Slowly, slowly, their faces inched closer together to meet in a kiss.

Your eyes burned. Your fist clenched as you saw his hand fist in her hair. Your jaw tightened when you saw her lips land in the corner of his jaw. And just as he brought her head down on the couch, the director called “Cut!” and you stood up to walk out of the room, not without feeling a stray tear fall down your cheek.

Jun heard the slam of the door and jerked his head toward the sound. That was all it took for him to know what happened.

He wasn't the only one to notice. Jun found the director’s eyes meeting his with a knowing look. “Alright,” the director started. “Well, they don't call it a chemistry read for nothing!” Scattered laughs filled the small room. “Thank you to both of you, that was absolutely amazing.”

The producers took the actress aside for a few words with other managers and staff. Your presence was notably absent.

Before Jun could slip away, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “That was the best read so far,” the director said.

“I know,” and with his eyebrows raised he continued, “I heard the door.”

The director just gave him a lighthearted laugh. “I’m sure we all did. But you know she would agree.”

Jun knew. So while everyone was preoccupied, he glanced at his manager—who already knew what he’d do—and set off to find you. It wasn’t a hard task because he opened the nearest door to the stairwell and found you leaning against the wall.

You met his eyes when you heard the door open, following him and his slight smile until he ended up a short distance beside you with his shoulder against the wall. You were adamant about not wanting him to see you break. You’re a professional, right?

“You know it’s not real,” he starts.

You scoff. “How is it not real when it was right in front of me?”

“Stop that, green isn’t a good color on you.”

“What?” Jarred, you look down at your staple all-black ensemble. “But green’s my favorite color. You told me you liked me in green.”

“Not when it’s green with jealousy.”

It took you two seconds to register what he said. The corner of your mouth twitched involuntarily at the quip. “I am not jealous.”

Jun barely held in a laugh. “Yeah, sure you aren’t.”

“I’m not!”

“Jealous you’re not the one I was kissing?”

“No, I—”

“Jealous you’re not the one I’m holding?” He reaches out and loops his finger through one of your belt loops to pull you closer, closer, until you’re both joined at the hip. He shifts to effectively pin you against the wall with his height. You shiver against his touch when his fingertips graze the base of your neck.

“Now, you stop that,” you breathily let out.

“Stop what?” He asks oh so innocently.

“This.”

“No. Not until I prove to you how real this is.” He grabs ahold of your hand, and places it somewhere you did not expect it to go: right over his clothed crotch.

He was wearing loose slacks, a piece that could easily hide things that need to be hidden. But if there was one thing you did know about Jun is that he gets hard quick and easy and it takes him a while to calm down. With your hand on it, you could feel it was anything but hard.

“You know me. You tell me if that read did anything remotely close to what you do to me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can let out a reply, his lips land on yours. His actions catch you off-guard and you instinctively clutch onto his arms and your last bits of sanity. Just as quick, he breaks away and grabs your hand again to return it to where it came from.

“Keep it here, love. I need you to have the proof in your hands.” He brushes a stray hair from your face, and you see your own desire in his eyes reflected back to you. He leans in, but stops short of your lips, leaving you to chase after his touch. The smirk that followed was telling of his thoughts. He was teasing you. God.

You had no more patience for his fun and games. You could feel the pent-up frustration building. Whether from anger or sexual arousal, the line has been blurred irrevocably. With your free hand, you latch onto his hair and pull him in aggressively into an open-mouthed kiss.

It was at this moment that you both decided to think “fuck it” to all modes of professionalism.

He takes advantage of your open mouth and wastes no time diving deeper. You find yourself reciprocating his kisses, pulling him in closer as if recreating the scene you watched him do but making sure it was imprinted with your mark on him.

“I love you.” You hear it whispered, feel it muttered against your lips. “I love you, and only you,” he continues in between kisses. “I love you.”

And there it is: the proof you could feel quite literally in your hand, at the crux between his legs. If you weren’t too in the heat of the moment, you could almost laugh. He decided to prove his loyalty to you by showing that he did not get a boner during the chemistry read. It was your lips and your hands, and yours only, that could do this to him. It was peak Junhui.

But now, you were only aroused beyond comprehension, apparent in the pit of your core and the slick pooling in your panties. You squeeze him through his slacks and he moans lewdly in your mouth, echoing in the empty stairwell bearing witness to this obscenity.

He starts kissing and licking down your neck as you feel his hands snake under your blouse and your bra to squeeze in return, earning a gasp from your swollen mouth. You fist the hand you had in his hair tighter, fully aware that you are indeed messing it up and you will very much get a word from his stylist about this.

Your ringtone effectively silenced all other sounds you both made before things could go any further. You both stopped to look at each other with expressions that were hard to decipher whether in alarm or in exhilaration.

“Hello?”

You hear your director on the other end. “So have you two kissed and made up yet? Not literally, I hope.”

From the corner of your eye, Jun chuckled. You cleared your throat, but your voice was still a pitch too high when you replied, “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Alright, now come on back here. We have dinner prepared for everyone, including the new girl. We still need to talk about her.”

“Got it, boss.”

“Now, okay? We’ve been stalling for you two.”

Ah, shit. “Okay. On the way.” You dropped the call and looked at Jun leaning back against the wall, whose hair he managed to salvage and whose clothes were almost presentable. You couldn’t say the same for your half-open jeans and messed-up lipstick.

Wordlessly, he pulls you in and helps tidy you up—fixing your hair as you put your clothes back together and wipe off the stray lipstick from your face.

“For the record,” he says as he tucks your hair behind your ear, “whatever chemistry you see on the screen is only because I have you in my head to draw inspiration from. There’s a reason why people close their eyes when they kiss. It’s you I see every time.”

You usually love it when Junhui rambles like this. You still do now, but you also recall his “green with jealousy” line and it fills you with embarrassment.

“It’s just…it looked so real. It felt so real. That was the best chemistry read out of all of them.”

“So I was told earlier.”

“It made me feel so many things.” The exasperation was evident in your voice.

He takes your hands this time and holds them tight. “I’ll make you feel even more things, I’m sure. But I will not let you forget that I will make you feel loved the most. Okay?”

You sigh. You love him. “I love you, Jun.”

“I love you, too.” He raises a hand to press a kiss on your knuckles.

“Also remind me to call building security. I must tell them to delete that footage from the stairwell.”

Jun gives you a quiet smile, one full of mischief. “Not without securing a copy first. For me. Please?”

“I thought we were professionals!”

“We could add professional rule-breakers to that title, you know.”

Hmm. You reconsider his request. Yep, you could definitely match his freak. Perfect chemistry.

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[just-jordie-things]

hey jordie :) can i have jjk boys when you wipe off his kisses just to see his reaction? 🤭

GOJO SATORU

if you wipe his kiss off your face, you will be attacked. hollow purple with more kisses.

you did it as a joke ofc, simpling brushing your fingers over your cheek where satoru had casually left a little kiss. and you're not surprised when he gapes at you in offense. but before you can laugh it off and tell him you were only trying to get a rise out of him, he's tackling you into the couch cushions and smothering you in kisses.

these kisses are more deserving of getting wiped off of course, they're loud and wet and he's shouting a dramatic "mwah! mwah!" between each one.

(if this happens in your shared apartment with megumi and tsumiki just down the hall, they're racing to shut their doors)

"you don't lave to like it, but you will accept my love!"

"satoru! i was only messing with you!" you screech as you try to paw him off of you.

"well i didn't like it" his kisses soften as they pepper over your nose.

"you mess with me all the time" you huff.

"yeah, well, that's okay. cause it's me"

your eyes are rolling, but when he leans in to give you a proper kiss, you can't help but reciprocate. your play-kiss-fighting definitely turns into a full and proper makeout session. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

pls don't wipe his kiss away. he will not take it as a joke. he will think he did something wrong.

he'd just sat next to you on a bench in the courtyard. you were reading your book and he had nothing better to do than keep you company- which happened to be his favorite thing to do. he pecks your cheek softly and casually in greeting, and when he saw you raise your hand to wipe at the spot, his heart plummets.

you don't turn to him, opting to keep an eye on him in your peripheral, so you don't quite catch the way he's crestfallen by your action.

"everything okay, sweetheart?" he asks gently, hoping maybe you'd just had a rough day and it had nothing to do with him.

"yeah, i'm fine" you hum nonchalantly before turning a page.

megumi frowns.

"did i do something?" he asks, disappointment smothering his tone. "are you upset with me?"

you're abandoning your book then, head swiveling quickly and eyes wide as you realize he was taking your little joke all wrong.

he looks so hurt, you couldn't bear to keep up with the bit any longer.

"no- gumi i was just messing," you say, setting your book aside to scoot closer to him, laying your hands around his jaw comfortingly. "it was just a joke, i'm sorry"

he wants to scoff at your idea of humor- this one really rivaled gojo's- but he sticks with the dramatics and pouts further as he leans into the warmth of your hands.

"but you wiped my kiss away," he sighs. "you sure you haven't fallen out of love with me?"

your lips part in anguish before you're seizing forward, catching his lips with yours passionately, deeply, making sure to pour every ounce of your love for him into it. he's trying to keep up the act of pouting at you but it's a bit harder with the butterflies and whatnot. he has a feeling you've seen right through him when you give him a look for his blushing cheeks and lazy little half-grin. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

wipe his kiss away and he'll just give you another one real quick. because, of course, he wants his kiss to stick to your cheek for the rest of the day so you can carry it with you while he's away from you.

so loverboy kisses you a second time in the same spot. and once again, the back of your hand smears it off.

he frowns, but doesn't say anything. simply leans over a third time and kisses you again. it's difficult to keep yourself from laughing as you repeat your action.

this time, yuuta doubles down. he cups your face and turns your attention towards him so you can see his deep frown and furrowed brows. then he turns your head so your cheek is presented to him once more, and he places a soft kiss there. he can feel your skin heating up in his hands, and then he's smiling, happy to have an effect on you still.

"don't wipe my kiss away," he mumbles, placing another one there for good measure. "makes me feel bad"

you giggle, taking one of his hands in yours and squeezing it affectionately.

"i was only teasing, you know" you tell him.

he lets out a strangled, fake little laugh.

"yeah," he scoffs. "yeah, i knew that" he says, in a not very believable manner.

you try not to laugh too much at him, opting instead to press a sweet kiss to his lips to keep yourself from doing so. ___

INUMAKI TOGE

thinks it's sort of funny when you wipe his kiss off. were his lips too moisturized for your liking? did he smear a little on your cheek? he immediately assumes it's some silly reason like that, not assuming for a second that you could be upset with him.

so when you wipe at your cheek and go back to what you were intently doing without a word or even a second glance, toge's pulling his collar down again...

... and licking your cheek.

"toge!" you scold, wiping the wetness away with the back of your hand. it was annoying, sure, but you can't help but laugh at how proud his little grin is. "what was that for?"

he wipes at his own cheek the way you had previously when you wiped his kiss away. you roll your eyes and huff.

"it was a joke," you explain through a smile. "i was just messing with you, to see what you'd do. i didn't think you'd lick me!"

he brightens then, happy that you hadn't wiped away his kiss for any other reason. when he leans in and kisses your cheek a few more times, he's glad you let him, and you leave them there, too. ___

[putellasawfc]

cata coll as a girlfriend is the type to …

-

gf!cata is the type to … keep you on facetime with her whilst she’s away from you, just to do your own things. you’ll be cleaning around the house and she’ll be watching television in her hotel room, you won’t talk to one and other, just enjoy each others silent company. at first you didn’t get why she wanted to call you if she wasn’t going to talk, but you soon understood the comfort that it brought to have the other person right there, if you couldn’t be together physically at least you had that.

gf!cata is the type to … talk to you about all sorts of conspiracy theories that she believed. ‘princess diana’s death was definitely not an accident mi amor’ ‘the moon landing never happened it was all staged’ ‘have you ever heard about the subliminal advertising conspiracy? .. oh my god listen to this!’ though you thought a lot of her information was a little far fetched, you did sometimes find yourself nodding along and getting invested in her ramblings (though you would never admit it to her).

gf!cata is the type to … force you into taking part in some goalkeeping practice with her, even though you weren’t a professional footballer or athlete, and didn’t know how to kick a ball like a proper player would, she’d still ask you to at least try so she could work on her saves.

gf!cata is the type to … leave you covered in hickeys after a makeout session. it was like she wasn’t satisfied unless you were covered in marks, all over your neck and some on your chest. you’d always scold her for it, reminding her that you had to be seen in public with them on show - but she didn’t care. she’d just shrug with a proud smirk on her face. “at least i won’t have to worry about anyone flirting with you in the stands again.”

gf!cata is the type to … whisk you away every chance she got to some extravagant vacation. she loved to spoil you, claiming you deserved it for keeping her going and taking care of her during difficult times. it was the least she could do to repay you for sticking by her.

gf!cata is the type to … buy you both matching rings. she’d only ever take hers off during football duties, other than that it didn’t leave her ring finger and yours only ever came off during messy actives (baking, painting, etc). you loved the cuteness of it, the way she presented you with them after six months together. ‘practice for when i propose’.

gf!cata is the type to … make you two the definition of private but not secret. you weren’t a public figure, so she knew what type of reception you could receive from certain ‘fans’ if she went crazy with her public admiration for you. she didn’t want you to receive any sort of negativity from anyone who thought they knew you from a few social media posts, so she kept it tame. she’d post you on her story on special occasions, and you’d feature in some photo dumps but not too many.

gf!cata is the type to … bring you back little souvenirs whenever she went abroad for work. sometimes a magnet, sometimes a keychain, sometimes a touristy shirt. once she managed to find you a snowglobe that now resides on your shared fireplace in your apartment. you always joke that you’re running out of places to put everything, but you love the ongoing tradition and always get excited to see what she’s brought back for you each time.

gf!cata is the type to … not be shy when it comes to pda. of course, when under the eyes of fans during games and such, she limits her public affection to just a hug and a hand hold. but when it’s just the both of you on an average day, maybe you’re shopping or you’ve both gone out somewhere for lunch, she can’t keep her hands off you. her arm stays wrapped around your waist or shoulder, she’s always peppering an array of kisses along your neck, she’ll even throw in a cheeky ass grab whenever she’s feeling a little bolder.

gf!cata is the type to … get a dog with you. your first child, she liked to call him. he was a little beagle and you both smothered him with too much affection, and were definitely too lenient when it came to punishing him. but one look with his little puppy dog eyes and you were both eager to forget his misdemeanours.

gf!cata is the type to … constantly drag you into photo booths at every possible opportunity. whenever you were at an event that had some sort of photo booth, whether it was a wedding or a birthday party, or a football event. if she saw a photo booth she was dragging you there and forcing you on her lap! the amount of photo booth strips you had tucked away in your bedside drawer was crazy. but, you couldn’t deny that it was cute to look back at them occasionally and reminisce on the events they were taken at.

gf!cata is the type to … challenge you to all sorts of games, just to get pouty if you beat her. your personal favourite was mario kart, because you believed you were top five best player in the world, and it was very rare cata actually managed to beat you. she’d always accuse you of cheating or targeting her everytime you won, making you roll your eyes and call her out for being a sore loser. if she did win (which would be a miracle), she’d shove it in your face with a smug grin and eager fist pump … completely overjoyed with herself for all of five minutes until you reminded her you’d beat her six times already tonight.

gf!cata is the type to … not let you out of bed if you had to be up before her. it wasn’t often, with her being an athlete she was up early most mornings if not for a gym session then for an early morning training session. but sometimes, it was you who had to be up early and she hated it. she’d wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back into her, whining into your neck. ‘nooo, stay in bed with me please mi amor. it’s so cold without you.’ sometimes it would work, and you’d succumb to her pathetic - but adorable - begging. other times you really weren’t able to stay, so you’d have to cope with her accusing you of no longer loving her as you got ready for the day, always so dramatic.

gf!cata is the type to … want to start a family with you one day. she knew being in a lesbian relationship it wasn’t as easy as a little late night loving to have a child, but she didn’t let that deter her from having her dream come true with you. she would love to have a little boy or girl, calling her mama and running around the house wearing her goalkeeper jersey, it’s what she dreamed about. and now she had you in her life she knew she wanted you to be the one she made that happen with. you had a lot of late night talks about it, and when the time was right you were more than happy to start a family with her.

gf!cata is the type to … come to you with all the gossip. she’s that person that swears they won’t tell anyone, and then the second she’s home with you she’s spilling everything. you know a lot more than you should, but cata just can’t help it. she loves filling you in on all the drama she’s aware of, the both of you will just sit around gossiping, laughing and judging people together.

[filmbyjy]

MINESTREAM

SYPNOSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.

FOURTY-FOUR – we’re okay now

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italics is them speaking in japanese

a/n: this is going to be a slightly long read. not a super long but definitely the longest written chapter I’ve done for this smau. trigger warning (no pun intended): there is mentions of guns

you blinked once, the white light right above you was practically beaming. it causes you to blink a couple more times to adjust to the lighting. once you fully focus, you realised that you weren’t at home. you turned your head to the side and noticed ni-ki was laying his head on the white mattress. his hand holding yours tightly, like you were going to disappear.

ni-ki stirs in his sleep, he groans and slowly sits up. once he realises that you’re awake, he stands up and throws himself onto you. giving you a bone crushing hug.

“oneechan.” his voice was soft, you could hear a little crack in his voice like he was going to cry.

“riki, what’s wrong? i just fainted, little baby.” you pat his back slowly and it only makes ni-ki hold you tighter.

“you worried me. you are my only family here in seoul. mom and dad can’t even come here.”

“yvette and heeseung are here. i’m not your only family.”

“you know what i mean, oneechan.”

you laughed a little, “yes, riki. i know.” ni-ki pulls back from the hug. “where are the others?”

“yvette-chan and heeseung-kun went to buy some lunch.” just as ni-ki finishes his words, the ward door opens.

yvette gasps and she runs over to hug you. “my precious girl, you’re finally awake. you missed lunch and dinner.”

“how long was i out for?”

“about 8 hours? or more?” heeseung says.

“we tossed the flowers out. jungwon and sunoo took a sample piece and are testing things out in their little ‘makeshift’ lab.” yvette explains.

“why do they have a lab?”

“jay hyung is sponsoring them.” ni-ki says.

“but…why though?” you say in confusion.

“don’t question it, they’re in their ‘detective era’ as what they said.” yvette says.

ni-ki shrugs, he snatches the food from heeseung and goes over to the empty chair next to you. “let’s share this, you need all the good food. you’re too thin.” ni-ki pats your head.

“i am not sk-” ni-ki shoves the curly fries into your hand.

“you deserve it.”

you looked in between heeseung, yvette and ni-ki before sighing and grabbing a curly fries. ni-ki snaps a photo of you eating and send it to jay. as for jay, he was busy panicking in his seat as the bus drove them back to the campus. jake smacks jay’s thigh.

“stop it. she’s going to be fine.” jake glares at jay. jay sighs.

“i’m sorry, i just- i’m just worried about her. what if there is some problems. the last time ni-ki texted me, she was still asleep. it’s been 8 hours since then.”

ping!

jay rushes to check his phone. he notices the photo of you eating some curly fries and in a hospital gown.

‘she’s awake, you don’t have to worry hyung.’

jay sighs in relief, he finally settles down on his seat. jake pats the boy’s shoulder.

“she’s awake now. you can get some proper rest. you haven’t slept at all and i know you love sleeping. ni-ki, heeseung hyung and yvette noona are watching her. sunoo and jungwon are doing their little research things so you don’t have to worry.” jake reassures jay.

jay huffs, “okay. i’ll get some rest.” as jay shuts his eyes, there was some smooching sounds behind them and so jake throws an empty plastic bottle at sunghoon.

“shut the fuck up, sunghoon.” jake whispers. sunghoon glares at jake.

“can’t i kiss my girlfriend?”

“makeout in your room when we get back. jay hasn’t slept last night because he was busy worrying about (name). you wouldn’t know because you snuck out to sleep in Nari’s room!”

sunghoon frowns, “fine.” he pecks Nari cheek once and looks out the window. nari sighs.

“sorry, jake.” those innocent eyes.

jake groans, “don’t- oh my god, i see why sunghoon cracks whenever he sees you. you are too adorable for this world. fucking hell, i miss my girlfriend.” he turns around and settles at his seat. he starts to spam lily on his phone.

nari innocently tilts her head in confusion. “hoonie, did i do something wrong?”

“no, baby. you did nothing wrong. jake just misses his girl.”

“you know…maybe we should find a way to let jake visit lily.” nari suggests.

sunghoon notices jake typing to lily. the series of ‘i miss you’ ‘wish you were here’ ‘my heart is incomplete without you’ texts that sunghoon read through the crack in between the seats, it was depressing.

“yeah, let’s talk to yvette about this.” nari smiles and sunghoon pecks her forehead. he mutters a small little ‘i love you’ to her and she lays her head on his shoulder.

jungwon and sunoo burst through the door of the ward with a loud bang. the nurse spins around as she hands you the medicine you were supposed to take. they bow slightly to the nurse as she leaves while glaring at the two boys.

“why did you two burst through the doors like that?” yvette says.

“we found more evidence! sunoo hyung tell them what happened.”

“so i was snooping around and possibly hacked into kaito’s dad’s company database. this dumbass kept all the evidence in a singular folder. all the way from tax fraud to embezzlement. it’s actually insane because the numbers in the account just went from like 10,000 to 10,000,000 real quick.” sunoo explains.

“in won…or.”

“USD. look!” sunoo shows the pdf file that he downloaded. all the different years of bank statements.

“this is perfect but this would only land kaito’s dad in jail. what about that…thing.” yvette says.

“jungwon found some criminal offences and reports made against him. turns out he was a creep and has always been one. he likes to stalk girls, loves being a creep and was very abusive to his exes.”

“holy shit. this is great. we just need to report this to the police and have him deported and in jail!” heeseung says.

“problem is….kaito is off the grid. we have no idea where he is.” jungwon says.

“what do you mean…” you bit your lips nervously.

“he just disappeared. i think he’s about to do something again…which is not good.”

ni-ki stands up, “i am not letting him strike again. he may be one step ahead but we can always be two steps ahead of him. we just need to think like him for a bit and predict his next moves.”

the room falls silent. everyone thought of various ways that kaito could go about his next moves.

“since he already hurt (name) in a way…wouldn’t he go for jay next?” heeseung says.

“that’s possible.”

“aren’t they on the school bus right now?” you asked.

“yeah.”

you had sat up, ready to move out of the bed. ni-ki stops you.

“no, you need to rest.”

“i had enough rest. i’ve been out for 8 hours and it’s not like i was physically harmed. i just fainted. we have to get to campus now and check the bus if it’s fine or not.”

“how about me and yvette go there. ni-ki, how about you settle the hospital stuff for (name) and come with her later on after you get a the green light from the doctor? jungwon and sunoo can you make sure the 02z are fine? like call them or something?” heeseung says.

“on it hyung.” jungwon and sunoo called jake. heeseung and yvette went to the campus.

the bus halts pretty hard. everyone in the bus was flung in their seats. jake’s phone rings and so he picks it up confused as to why sunoo was calling him.

“yo, what’s up?”

“anything happened on your trip back from the camp?”

“not really? the bus did stop pretty hard right now.”

there was small cusses from sunoo, he passes the phone to jungwon. “hyung, where are you guys now? like spot a prominent landmark in the area.”

“uh, i see a scarecrow and large fields? why are you asking me this-” jake’s voice dies down when he sees someone holding a gun. “holy fuck.”

“what? what?”

“it’s kaito…”

“oh fuck.” jungwon says.

“oh fuck indeed. everyone is cowering in fear in their seats. kaito doesn’t see us yet. i need to wake jay up. he’s asleep right now.”

“okay, wait. sunoo hyung is calling the cops. send us your location now.”

“fuck, okay-” jake ends the call and sends his location to sunoo.

“jake, we have to do something about this. this isn’t even supposed to happen…how did kaito get a gun through the borders of korea…” sunghoon whispers to jake.

“i have no idea but sunoo is calling the cops right now. we need to wake jay up.”

“or we could kick that thing’s ass.” sunghoon suggests.

“you’re right but he has a gun.”

“two people are better than one.”

“how about three?” jay says with eyes shut. jake turns to look at jay.

“you weren’t asleep??”

“woke up when you two started whispering. pretend to be asleep. i have a plan.”

“at least tell us your plan?” sunghoon says.

“just pretend to fall asleep. i’ll start counting down and you two follow what i do.” jay explains. jake and sunghoon pretend to fall asleep.

kaito comes closer their seats. he points the gun at jay and slowly walks up to him. just as he was about to shoot, jay kicks him. he falls to the small staircase of the bus.

“open the door, quick!” jay tells jake. jake runs towards the front of the bus and clicks the button, all while jay wrestles kaito. jay pushes kaito out of the bus and sunghoon follows behind tackling him too.

“sunghoon!” nari yells. “be careful!”

“don’t worry, babe. i have everything under control.” just as sunghoon says so, kaito fires the gun in the air. their eyes widened as the witnessed it hitting the side of the bus. “okay, i do not have everything under control.” nari sighs. she runs down the steps and kicks the gun out from kaito’s hand. he groans in pain.

“stupid. attempting to hurt my friend and everyone here.” she steps on his hand. “hope you get punished for your sins in prison. let them cut your hand off so you suffer for eternity in a fucking 4x4 jail cell!”

jay eyes widened, “where did you learn japanese?”

“i took classes in high school but that’s besides the point, where are the cops and please check if everyone inside is safe.” nari says.

“that’s the first time i’ve heard her mutter more than 10 words.” jake says. nari glares at jake and jake flinches. he quickly goes to check if everyone was alright. the police sirens were blasting, coming closer.

kaito struggles in sunghoon and jay’s hold.

“stay still unless you want me to step on your hand again.” nari says. kaito continues to struggle and nari steps on his hand, putting pressure on it.

“okay! okay! please, i beg you. it hurts!” kaito groans. nari stops.

the policemen quickly left their car, they went over to jay and sunghoon. a few of them went up on the bus to make sure everyone was okay and 2 of them picked kaito off the ground. they held him tight so he wouldn’t be able to run away. they led him into the car and shoved him inside.

“we’ll bring him to the police station for questioning and also arrest him. we need one of you or maybe 2 of you to tell us what exactly happened and then we’ll file a report.” the police officer explains.

jake, sunghoon and nari went to follow the police officer into the car. an ambulance comes by and makes sure everyone else was okay. they even arranged another transport so that everyone got home safe. finally, they arrived at the campus. everyone wasn’t doing all too well (considering the incident that happened). jay hops off the bus, he goes to grab his bag, along with sunghoon, jake and nari’s. suddenly, he was pulled into a hug, a tiny figure hugging him tightly and he knew who it was.

“baby.” there were sniffles coming from you. he pulls you back and sees that there were tears streaming down your face.

“you could’ve been shot. why did my life have to turn out like this? i should’ve been involved with you. if i hadn’t fall in love with your stupidly handsome face during a minecraft session then you would’ve have been nearly hurt!” you rambled and rambled. jay wipes the tears falling and tilts your head up.

“hey. i’m fine, aren’t i? i wasn’t harmed. you don’t have to blame yourself.” he bumps your nose against his. you sniffled.

“yeah but-”

“no buts. i’m fine and you are too. both of us are okay so we’re okay. it wasn’t your fault that son of a bitch was insane.” you pout. jay lightly flicks your forehead. “there is no way in hell am i breaking up with you over this. besides, who will take care of our two minecraft cats?”

you whined and buried your face onto his chest. you heard a small gagging sound coming from behind you.

“you two are being too sappy. it’s disgusting.” ni-ki says.

“agreed.” sunoo says.

“i second this.” jungwon adds.

just as ni-ki turns his head to look over at heeseung and yvette, he notices that yvette was patting heeseung’s head. heeseung pouts, his large bambi eyes on display as he tries to look cute and innocent to yvette. “okay, not as bad at heeseung hyung and yvette noona.”

everything was okay now. kaito was going to jail and your relationship was definitely going to take a huge turn after this.

this was perfect…

(well, maybe too perfect. we need more funny time)

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[thegreymarveljedi]

Relaxing Days

(Crosshair x Reader)

This one is kind of an OOC Crosshair cause I think he’s just a touch starved, misunderstood man. I took this idea from a previous fic in my drafts and turned it into some soft Crosshair smut!

(Divider done by @snotbuggle)

Warnings: SMUTT, first time! Reader, slight insecure reader, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, nipple play, pet names, Crosshair is a soft boi, check ins, consent is key, p in v sex, fluffy ending.

Words: 5.5K+

The snarky sniper of Clone force 99 or The Bad Batch, had taken a liking to you almost immediately after you joined the squad as their general. You seemed to be one of the only people outside of his squad of brothers that he trusted with his life. And that was saying something because it usually took him a long time to trust people but with you, it took merely a day.

When you first joined the squad, the others were sceptical but welcoming nonetheless, never having had a proper general to answer too. Wrecker was the first to warm up, knowing that he could joke with you and never be judged. The others were shocked when it was Crosshair who warmed up to you next, finding comfort in your presence and being nice to you. Tech had even tried to take Crosshairs temperature and run a few test before the sniper scowled and smacked him away.

It happened after you returned to Coruscant, back from a long, strenuously mission that you broke through Crosshair’s hard exterior. You matched his stubbornness head on but still showed him unwavering kindness, even if he had been cold to you when you first joined. He respected you even more when he realized that you wouldn’t take his shit, conceding his respect and reciprocating your kindness.

After that, he began to open up to you. He would crack jokes with you much to the surprise of his brothers. But that helped them to feel more comfortable with you as their general. You had even over heard Hunter say to the Tech and Echo once, “if Crosshair likes her, then how bad could it be?”

Crosshair would tell you stories about their cadet days and about missions they took on before you had become their general. Even at late hours of the night, he would come knocking on the door to your quarters, asking to talk or just wanting to be held, to cuddle when he couldn't sleep. You never objected, letting the misunderstood, touch starved trooper in, holding him close until the sun shone through your window in the morning and sometimes even after that.

The rest of the squad took notice of Crosshair’s more relaxed behaviour as the weeks went by, noting that he had much less of a temper now that you were around. He would join the team in joking around and was much less bothered by Wrecker’s childish antics, even initiating some jokes.

The Batch was pleasantly surprised by how kind Crosshair was to you but, Hunter especially, was happy to see his little brother finally somewhat relaxed. He was glad that Crosshair had found someone who he felt comfortable with and even if it wasn’t him or any of the other batch members, at least he had someone.

Through his hard exterior, you could see that he was a soft, misunderstood man under there, looking for a purpose, looking to be loved by someone. And you showed him that he had a purpose in life other than to be a soldier, that he deserved love and that you loved him.

~Time Skip~

Locked in a heated makeout session, you and Crosshair were in your quarters aboard the Negotiator 2.0 spending time together. The other members of the Bad Batch were off doing their own thing, unaware of what was currently going on between their General and sniper behind closed doors.

After another successful joint mission with the 212th, General Kenobi thought it best to give the men a much needed break, sighting their good work. Everyone had been excited for the rest as they awaited their next orders. That's what led you and Crosshair to this moment, some quiet time alone in your quarters. You and him hadn't gotten to spend a lot of alone time together because of how many non stop missions you had been sent on.

You had been a couple for a few months now and, with the exception of Hunter, because nothing got past him, no one knew. You were courting in secret because it wasn’t something you wanted everyone to know just yet. And with you being a Jedi and Crosshair a clone, it would get you both in trouble if the wrong people found out about your relationship. That’s why you and Crosshair agreed to keep your relationship on the down low.

Since then, you and Crosshair had been sneaking around, trying to find more and more places for you fun "games". This wasn't the first time you've been like this but it's never really gone all the way.

You were nervous for your first time having sex, never having had it before. Yes, you and Crosshair had engaged in foreplay with hand jobs and fingering but nothing past that. You were afraid you wouldn't be good enough for him, not having the experience her had in this department as well as other reasons.

Right now, you were sat on top of Crosshair’s lap, straddling him as his hands massaged your thighs. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You pulled away from the kiss breathless, resting your foreheads together and smiling at each other. Crosshair had such an amazing smile and you were saddened that he didn’t show it off more. Then again, if you got to see it everyday then you’d be happy.

“Crosshair?” Your voice was quiet, almost like you felt the romantic atmosphere would disappear if you were any louder. The man below you responded with a short ‘hmm’, his lips travelling down to kiss at your neck.

"I think I’m ready," you whispered to him, taking hold of his face and bringing it up to look at you, holding it gently in your hands. His eyes went wide as he pulled away from you slightly, searching your eyes for reassurance. He knew that this was new territory for you, attachments and relationships forbidden for Jedi though most were not celibate. But you had confided in him that even if sex was a loop hole, you didn’t want just anyone, you wanted a connection with someone.

"A-are you sure Cyar’ika? I mean I am too but I just want you to be fully ready so you won't reg-" Crosshair began to ramble but you cut him off with short, reassuring kiss to his lips. The lips that had whispered so many loving words to you in the late hours aboard the marauder, flying through hyperspace or between missions in your quarters on Kamino.

"I'm sure Crosshair. I want you to be my first," you said, shrugging off your top robes as reassurance for him, making him smile and nod. He slowly helped you pull the remainder of your robes off, pulling your undershirt up over your head, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor.

Crosshair’s upper armour was soon to follow, hands working diligently to remove it with your help. You moved down to his legs, removing the armour adorning his slim yet muscular thighs. You were careful when removing it, being mindful that the clones took pride in their armour which was no exception for the Batch. Once his armour was full removed, Crosshair pulled you back up and onto his lap, hands finding their way to your ass.

The top half of his blacks soon followed his armour to the floor as you lifted the shirt up and over his head, feeling his lean yet muscular body as you went. Crosshsir wasn't a super big man, his genetic makeup modified to be of a slimmer size to better suit his position as the team sniper. Even if he wasn’t a large man, he was still muscular and fit, tall and agile. No matter what he looked like, you loved him just the same.

You smiled as he moved his hands up and down your sides, still looking a little hesitant, as if unsure that you were fully ready and committed to this.

“Are you sure this is what you want mesh’la? Because I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop if you change your mind.” Crosshair said, wanting to hear you say it one more time.

You kissed his soft lips again, trying your best to convey to him that you really wanted to do this before pulling away to take off your breast band, throwing it to the floor with your shirts and the rest of your clothing.

“I’m sure Crosshair. Please, I want you.”

Crosshair looked down at your breasts hungrily, his eyes meeting yours, silently asking for permission to start. You nodded shyly, closing your eyes before taking hold of his wrists and bringing his hands up to massage your chest. You moaned softly as he took one of your hardeneding buds between his thumb and index finger, tweaking and rolling it.

His unoccupied hand moved up your body to your lips, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip before you engulfed it into your mouth to suck. Yours eyes met again, not breaking contact as you sucked his thumb. It was such a sensual act to Crosshair that he let out a chuckle before groaning at your eagerness. He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, being sure to hold your lip open before moving his other hand down to play with your neglected nipple.

“Fuck Crosshair, that feels so good.” With his fingers doing such a great job on just your breasts, you felt as thought you would cum just from nipple simulation. His fingers were long and the pads soft, making his hands perfect for jobs like this. You moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck softly, picking up the pace as satisfied moans continued to fall from your lips. As he worked on you chest, you started to grind you hips against his crotch, making him moan around you nipple.

Crosshair pulled away from your chest with a slight pop, moving his hands down to your hips. He gripped your love handles gently yet firmly and began to meet your hips with his, grinding against your clothed core making you both moan.

"Cross, Fuck," you moaned, burying your face in his neck to try and muffle your sounds. You kissed and nipped at the skin of his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob with your affections. You moved your hands down to his pants, pulling at the drawstring of his blacks and feeling the waists of them slacken slightly.

You had never told him so but he looked sexy in just his blacks. He always looked sexy no matter what he was wearing and now, you could see him fully nude which would finally complete the fantasy you had envisioned many time before. You groaned as the image slotted itself in your mind, the picture making your core wet and ready for him.

Crosshair moved his hands down to the hem of your pants, unbuckling your belt and pulling it off, tossing it to the floor. You smiled at him and got off of his lap, standing up beside the bed before slowly, teasingly, sliding your pants down your legs. Crosshair watched with bated breath as you stripped off your last layer, stepping out of them and leaving you in your black panties.

Crosshair watched in awe, seeing you in nothing but your panties was an image he was determined to commit to memory. His hands reached for your hips again, running them up and down as he admired your gorgeous physique.

“Mesh’la,” he murmured, entranced by your beauty. Your cheeks were tinted a light pink as you too in his words, feeling bashful about the way he was looking at you though you did nothing to cover yourself.

Crosshair let a smile grace his lips as he stood up with you, removing his hands from your hips and pushing the bottoms of his blacks down and off, leaving him in his boxers. You watched with hungry eyes as his black came off, getting down on your knees in front of him. Your eyes met again and you never broke the contact as your hand came to palm his clothed erection, feeling his cock flex through his boxers.

Crosshair moaned softly, running his fingers through your hair as you palmed him, "S-stop teasing (Y/N)," he whimpered, a sound that you never imagined would come out of the snarky snipers mouth. He was always very careful with his words and the things that came off his tongue, but in this moment, hearing such a vulnerable sound come from him made you giddy.

You smirked up at Crosshair, feeling your confidence grow as you slowly pulled down his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, resuming his position in front of you. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, your hand coming up to stroke his cock. Crosshair sighed in relief, legs shaking slightly as he moved back to sit on the bed, you following him dutifully.

You ran your hands up and down Crosshair’s thighs, kissing up his inner thighs until you reached his cock. You made eye contact with him again as you brought your tongue to his tip, kitten licking it while your other hand stoked his base. Crosshair sighed as he threaded his fingers through your hair again, just resting it there and not pushing you further. You carefully and, quite skillfully, took him into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down.

"Oh dear maker!" Crosshair moaned almost breathlessly, trying and failing to keep his hips still. He gently and gently thrusted his hips, encouraging but not forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. You smiled around him before taking his entire length, right down to base, in your mouth. You gagged slightly, never having done this before but trying your best to make it good for him. And Crosshair was long, and had some girth to him which made it more difficult but you persevered.

"Oh kriff cyar’ika, that feels so good," Cross moaned, continuing to thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You squeezed his balls as you took him, feeling the heavy weight of his sack pulse as his hips stuttered. He gripped your hair and held your head down at his cock pulsed, not being able to hold it in any longer.

“Can I-“ he barely got the words out as you nodded, deepthroating him as he came with a shout, his cum flooding your throat. You gagged as he came, sucking on his cock through his orgasm as he began to soften in your mouth.

Crosshair removed his hand from your hair, panting as he came down from his high, legs twitching and chest heaving. He reached down slightly and held your chin in his hand, watching as you swallowed his load. You pulled off his cock with a small pop, a string of saliva connecting you to his softening length as you too in deep breaths, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

Crosshair groaned softly, his hands reaching under your arms, pulling you up off the floor and into his lap again. He kissed you deeply and you happily obliged, your tongues moving together. Cross didn’t care that he could taste himself on your tongue, still in the afterglow of what was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. You could feel him hardening again, his enhanced genetics meaning he had stamina to spare. You smiled into the kiss, giggling as you pulled away and buried your face in his neck.

"What is so funny kitten?" Crosshair asked, his voice thicker than normal, gruff and sexy to your ears. You whimpered softly into his neck just from hearing the words roll off his silver tongue, the tongue you wanted to badly to feel against your cunt.

"You," you said, smiling into his neck and placing small kisses along the side. He chuckled and pulled you away from his neck, kissing you deeply once more before coaxing you stand again. Crosshair ran his hands up your tights to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs to reveal your beautiful pussy to him. You shyly crossed your legs once your panties were on the floor, a pink hugh tinting your cheeks.

“Don’t hide cyar’ika. You’re beautiful,” Crosshair said, pulling you back into his lap. You were sheepish, not meeting his eyes again until he tilted your chin up to him.

“I’m being honest (Y/N). You’re so unbelievably, breathtakingly beautiful ner sarad,” he said and kissed your lips gently. It was a loving, affectionate kiss that held so much meaning and warmth behind it that you couldn’t deny his words.

“Thank you Crosshair,” you whispered against his lips, knowing that he wouldn’t lie to you especially about this.

Crosshair began trailing kisses down your neck toward your breasts once more where he engulfed your left nipple in his mouth again, while his left hand came up to play with the right one. You moaned a little louder than before, voice high as he ravaged your chest, laying a claim to your breasts like a man starved of milk.

Crosshair pulled off with a small pop before laying back on the bed, pulling you with him as he adjusted himself on the pillows, "come here cyare," he said, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue like a prayer.

You seductively crawled on top of him so you were situated on his firm chest, staring down at him and waiting for his next move. He smirked again and gripped your ass, pulling you higher up his body until you were straddling his face. You gasped at the sudden display of his strength, hands coming up to support yourself against the wall. You looked down into Crosshairs determined eyes, finding desire and hunger in his eyes as they flickered between yours and your cunt.

"I want you to ride my face mesh’la. Wanna taste you so bad," he growled against your thigh making you moan and nod. Crosshair smirked, quickly bringing your pussy down to his face, and lapping at your folds with vigor.

You moaned unabashedly as he got to work on your sensitive core, licking, sucking and biting your lower lips. To Crosshair your moans were like a music to his ears, singing his praises and praying to him to go faster. You were still hesitant to put your full weight on him, afraid that you would suffocate him.

Crosshair must have felt your hesitation, as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and pressed you down against his tongue. You yelled out an obnoxiously pornographic moan as he latched onto your clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You brought one hand down to his head, running your fingers through his short silver hair.

“Oh fuck Crosshair! Fuck that f-feels amazing,” you managed to get out between pleasured sounds, throwing your head back as he furiously sucked on your clit.

Before you could fully process what was happening, Crosshair entered a finger into your soaked pussy, pulling a deep, guttural groan from you. You looked down again to see his piercing hazel eyes looking back up at you as he devoured your cunt while he finger fucked you. He then added a second and third finger after a few more moments, stretching your entrance open in preparation for his cock. You panted above him and began to grind against his fingers and face, chasing your incoming orgasm.

"You stretch me so well Cross, so fucking good," you moaned and threw your head back again, the hand in his hair tightening. Crosshair smirked and sped up his movements, thrusting his fingers faster as he sucking on the hood of your clit.

"Oh Fuck! Oh maker C-cross, I'm so C-Clo-" you didn't get finish you sentence as Crosshair crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot dead on with a precision only he had. You screamed as you came on his tongue and fingers, Crosshair lapping us your sweet juices as if they were his last meal. Your chest heaved with your head thrown back as you came down from your intense high, Crosshair slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. He carefully lifted you off his face, guiding you back down his body to your snug fitting position on his lap.

He sat up and held you as you caught your breath, hearing him whisper sweet nothings in your ear to help bring you back. A dazed smile graced your face as you listened to him speak, his voice soothing you as reality returned to your vision.

“You’re alright love. I’m here,” Crosshair whispered, rubbing circles on your back. He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, guiding you to follow his breathing patterns as your brain fog cleared. You followed the movements of his chest, feeling safe in his arms as he brought you back.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting your tender moment together. Your heart beat quickened, the fear of getting caught weighing heavy on your mind. You weren’t afraid to admit that you were with Crosshair, but it was against the code to for attachments so it was Obi-wan at the door, you were both royally fucked.

"Who is it!" You called out, removing yourself from Crosshairs lap and sliding off the bed. You quickly forced your bath robe into your hand, wrapping it around yourself before walking to the door.

"It's your favourite clone!" The voice of one of your best friend’s came from the other side making you turn to Crosshair and mouth to him to hide. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly nodded, quickly stepping into the fresher, hitting the button to close the door behind him.

The door to your room slid open to reveal Commander Cody standing on the other side, arms crossed and a worried look in his soft hazel eyes, "I heard you scream so I wanted to come and check on you," He said, giving you a once over from head to toe to make sure nothing was wrong.

You mentally face palmed because you knew that someone would catch you if you were too loud. You nodded and pulled the rode a little tighter around yourself, being mindful that you were naked underneath and your neck was most likely littered with love bites, "Yup! Just fine! I just dropped my lightsaber on my toes and it surprised me is all!" You lied, just coming up with a quick one to cover for yourself though your voice was higher than normal.

Cody nodded, still looking sceptical but not wanting you push you further, "Ok, if you say so. Also, have you seen Crosshair? Wrecker’s been looking for him, something about wanting to place a bet on something," He added, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. You shook your head quickly with a shrug, trying to come up with a cover for Crosshair now.

"Have you checked the training deck? He’s usually there upping the target practice high score for you boys," You asked and rocked back and forth on your heels, hoping they hadn’t checked there yet. Cody bit his lip, feeling a little silly that he hadn’t thought about that before uncrossing his arms with a sigh. He shock his head before giving you a short hug, holding you in his arms a little longer than her would anyone else.

"I'll have the boys check there now. Thanks vod’ika," he said, giving you a cheeky smile as he stepped back into the hallway. You smiled back at him and patted him on the back, knowing that for now you were safe, "No problem Cody! I hope you find him.”

“I’m sure we will,” Cody said with a chuckle and gave you a two finger salute, walking down the corridor and disappearing around the corner. When the door slid shut, you sighed, re-engaging the lock before peeling the robe off your body. Crosshair emerged from the fresher, a scowl on his face as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

"Damn reg, killed the mood," Crosshair snarled, his possessive nature shining through just a little. You playfully slapped his arm but soon realized what he meant. You could no longer feel his hard cock on your ass, but instead a soft lump of flesh resting against your behind.

"First of all that's my best friends and technically your CO-” you said and turned to face him, smiling slightly, "-and second-" you reached your hand down between your body, gripping his softening cock. You began to stoke it slowly, teasing and seductive making him groan, "-we can always bring the mood back," you whispered breathlessly in his ear, listening to him moan as you jerked his cock.

He was hard again within a few minutes, your touch being everything he needed to get back in the mood once more. You smiled at your handy work before using the force to give him a push, pushing him back towards the bed. He fell onto it with a surprised yelp, listening to your giggles as you came back over to him and straddled his hips again.

Crosshair grinned and sat up a little, watching as you positioned your cunt over his cock. He took hold of your hips before you could sink down on him, his eyes meeting your ask you gave him a curious glance.

“One last time cyar’ika, are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked making you giggle again. You leaned down and kissed his lips, running one hand through his hair as the other one remained wrapped around him.

“I’m sure Cross. I want this, I want you to be my first,” you whispered against his lips and slowly lowered yourself down on him, moaning as he stretched your pussy, cunt swallowing him greedily. Crosshair groaned at the tightness of your core, gripping your hips firmly before bringing you down on his cock fully in one fluid motion.

You cried out, head falling forward onto Crosshairs shoulder as you panted for breath, "W-what was that f-for?" you voice quivering as you spoke, the surprise of the movement melting away and making way for an unforgettably pleasurable sensation. It felt so good and he hadn’t even begun to move yet.

"Get it over with- kriff- it’ll hurt less," Crosshair said, moving his hips in slowly circles before he began to shallowly thrust up into you. You moaned, unrestrained and cock drunk, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you moved up and down on his cock, feeling his tip against your cervix.

"You’re so tight mesh’la," Crosshair moaned, moving his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbing at the round globes for more leverage, "you like having my cock buried in your tight pussy? Does it feel just as good as it does in your dreams?” he whispered in your ear making you moan louder.

"Keep sweet talking like that and I'll cum before we've even really started," You said somewhat breathlessly, your hips meeting Crosshairs as he thrusted up into you. It felt amazing, almost like heaven and for your first time, you were sure that no one could ever be as good as Crosshair.

Crosshair sped up his thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass forcefully as his high drew closer and closer. He was embarrassed with how quickly he was going to cum but then again, you were so warm and tight around him, he couldn’t help it.

“Fuck cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out, his hips stuttering slightly as you moaned on top of him.

“I’m almost there Cross, fuck you feel so good inside me,” you moaned out, hands on his chest before a yelp left your throat as Crosshair rolled you onto your back. His cock remained buried inside your cunt and with the new position it felt as if he was reaching deeper and deeper.

“FUCK!” You screamed as crosshair sped up his thrusts, chasing his orgasm just as he was yours. He brought his hand down between your bodies and began to rub your clit once more, drawing a scream from your lips at the over sensitivity.

“Crosshair!” You moaned as you came, your walls convulsing around and drawing his cock in, holding it inside your pussy. That threw Crosshair over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as his seed shot deep into your cunt. You could feel his spend painting your walls white, the warm sensation of it making you see stars.

Crosshair slowed the movement of his hips, letting every last drop of his seed out inside you. You both panted as he laid down next to you, holding you in his arms as you both came back to reality. You stayed there for a few minutes to catch your breath before Crosshair carefully pulled out, causing a whimper to leave your lips. He whispered an apology to you and kissed your forehead, getting up and quickly walking to the bathroom.

He came back a few seconds later with a glass of water and a damp cloth, slowly sitting you up. You made no protest against the movement, body and mind still up in the clouds in the after glow of your orgasm. He thoughtfully clean you up, smiling apologetically as you whimpered, still sensitive from your first time. Crosshair kissed your forehead again, using the cloth to clean himself off before tossing it into the clothing shute and handing you the glass of water.

“Drink up mesh’la. You need it especially after such activities,” he said, the smile not leaving his face. You nodded and drank the water slowly, watching Crosshair as he picked his armour up off the ground and placed it by the door with genuine care. You smiled down at the glass of water in your hand, thinking about how caring Crosshair was being with you. You watched as he then picked up your clothes off the floor and discarded them in the clothing shute. He walked over to the dresser in the corner of your room, opening the top drawer and pulling out a clean set of underwear for you.

You finished your water and put the glass down on the nightstand, smiling slightly in embarrassment as Crosshair came over to the bed. He carefully pulled you to stand on your shaky legs, helping you into your underwear before scooping you up and laying you back down in your bed.

He quickly retrieved a new pair of boxers from his pack, pulling them on before sliding into the bed next to you. Crosshair pulled the covers up over your bodies, pulling you closer as you snuggled into his chest. You sighed contently, feeling warmth envelop your body as you pressed up against his frame underneath the blanket. Even if Crosshair normally ran a cold body temperature, right now her warm, a comfortable, post sex warm.

"That was amazing Crosshair, thank you." You said and laid one more gently kiss to his chest, drawing circles around the 99 tattoo on his left pec. He smiled softly down at you and placed a kiss to your forehead once more, running a hand up and down your back.

"I love you, ner mesh’la cyare. Thank you for making this an amazing and unforgettable experience. You truly know how to make a man happy," Crosshair said with a chuckle and looked down at you with the charming smile you had come to love.

"I love you too. I’m glad it felt good for you, I was afraid I wouldn't be go enough for you with how inexperienced I am,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear shyly. Crosshair had been with other women before, all of the Batch members had, and all those other women had more experience. But you loved Crosshair, and you hoped to be enough for him.

Crosshair looked at you bewildered before holding your chin softly in his hand, building you to look him in the eyes. He looked down at you with such love and adoration, hand instead moving to hold your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb, "Non sense ner kar’ta, that felt absolutely fantastic. I'm glad I got to be your first and you were absolutely amazing. I have never found a woman who made me feel as loved and cared for as you. You are more than good enough for me," Crosshair said and placed a delicate kiss to your lips,trying his best to convey his love before he pulled away from it.

You smiled and snuggled into his chest farther, enjoying the contrast of his now cool smooth skin against your heated palm. You drew circles on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against your cheek. Crosshair kissed the crown of your head, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Soon you both drifted to sleep in each other's arms, content with how the night had come to a close.

Let me know what you think of this! If you want to see more soft Crosshair, let me know in the comments!

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[vodika-vibes]

hello 👋

I would like to request something for Alpha 17, he deserves all the love and kisses and I thought something with a hot and heavy makeout session, idk I normally don’t request so I don’t know if this is correct 🫠

thanks and much love 💕

So This Is Love

Summary: Alpha is late coming to bed, so you go and get him.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 937

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This is a totally fine request! Thank you so much for making it! I love writing Alpha-17.

Divider by Saradika

It’s late. So late that you’re pretty sure that everyone has gone to bed, but you’re still awake, your burning eyes locked on the holo, and darting to the chrono on your wall every now and then.

The minutes are ticking away, and it’s nearing one am at this point.

But Alpha-17 still hasn’t returned to your rooms.

And you’re starting to grow concerned.

You push yourself to your feet and slip a pair of shoes on, before you open the door and step into the dimmed hallway. You silently ghost by the cadet dormitories, as well as the nursery for the tubies, and you follow the simple blue line on the wall that leads to Alpha’s office.

The Kaminoans were forced to give Topica City to the clones. You’re not really sure why, but you know the Jedi insisted on it.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter, because you were able to hand the cadets as much paint as their little hearts desired, and now the walls are a riot of color. 

And one clever young cadet drew perfect lines on the walls leading to the trainers offices.

So you set your hand on the blue line, and you followed it down the hall.

You reach Alpha’s office and key in the door code, and then you step into the well lit room. True to your thoughts, your perfect man is still behind his desk, one hand tangled in his hair, while his exhausted gaze remains locked on the datapad in his hands.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” His voice is a low rumble, and you close your eyes as his voice washes over you, you can sit and listen to him talk for hours.

“Shouldn’t you?” You retort with a small laugh.

Alpha’s head snaps up, and he favors you with a small smile, “Cyare.” He greets you quietly, as he pushes his seat back slightly.

“You didn’t come to bed.” You explain as you cross the room, and sit on his lap. You reach up and lightly trail one finger down his jawline, “And I thought that I had better come and check on you.”

Alpha sighs and leans into your touch, “You should be asleep.” He chides without any heat in his voice.

“How am I supposed to sleep without you next to me?” You retort with an easy smile.

He chuckles and leans in to press his face against your neck, “So what you’re saying is that I spoil you?”

You hum in response and reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, “I think I deserve to be spoiled, as a treat.”

He laughs outright at that, “Do you?” Alpha asks as he pulls away to look at you.

“I do.” You grin at him.

“Hm, well then. What does my little love want most?” He teases, his large hand coming up to brush the back of your neck.

“Mm…a billion credits.”

He laughs again, “Sorry, love. I don’t think my backpay will be that much.”

You heave an exaggerated sigh, “Well, I suppose I can make do with a kiss.”

“Only one?”

“Or two…or ten?”

“Greedy,” Alpha murmurs as he pulls you in to ghost his lips over yours, “Very, very greedy. I should do something about that.”

You lean in to try and catch his lips in a proper kiss, but he moves back so you can’t quite reach him, “Alpha,” You whine.

He grins at you, mischief alight in his eyes, “Yes, cyare.”

“I wanna kiss you,” You pout at him.

“Do you?”

“Yes!”

His thumb moves across your lips, “Oh, has my pretty little love forgotten her manners?”

Your gaze flickers across his face, and you press a light kiss to his thumb, “Please?” You whisper.

“Much better,” Alpha crashes his lips against yours, and pulls you tight against his body. You can feel the plates of his armor biting into your skin, but you don’t really care, because his lips and teeth and tongue are all demanding your complete attention.

Alpha lifts you so that you’re straddling his lap properly, and you whine low in your throat as you press yourself firmly against him. One of his hands settles on your lower back, pressing you even tighter against him.

He holds you like you’re the most important thing to him in this galaxy, and he kisses you like he needs you to live. And you fall in love with him more every time he kisses you.

“Alpha,” You breathe out his name as he breaks the kiss for a moment, “I love you.” You gaze up at him though hazy, half-lidded eyes. 

He smiles at you, it’s soft and warm, and he kisses you again and again, “Love you too, princess.” He murmurs.

“Come to bed, Alpha,” You plead with him, “Please?”

He glances at his desk, and then he sighs and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, “Alright, Princess. You convinced me.”

“Yay!”

He smiles fondly at you. “Run back to our rooms, and draw me a bath, will you?”

You shoot him a puzzled look.

And his grin becomes devious, “I want you already in the bath when I get there.”

Your lips part, and you nod enthusiastically, “I can do that.”

“So eager,” Alpha purrs in delight, as he pulls you into another demanding kiss, and then he releases you and sets you on your feet, “I’ll see you in a few minutes. Promise.”

You smile at him excitedly, and you lean in to kiss his cheek, and then you’re leaving his office and silently hurrying back down the hall.

[wolfgirlguts]

Got inspired and pounded this out really quick, hope it's coherent

Uhhh, willing fatal vore, multiple prey, sex, objectification, descriptions of graphic and painful digestion, have fun

Sure, maybe I should've spaced it out, made them last longer. It's so rare to find a group this big and appetizing so willing to throw their lives away on a night of fun with a stranger. But after the first two gals had settled in I couldn't just leave the chubbiest one of all out in the cold, feeling left out with her pleading eyes and stiff hen. Guess savoring will have to wait for another day.

Normally I would hold myself back with this much beef. Covet and caress every ample bovine curve as it strained its shape out of my abdomen, let my guts and the appreciative thrust of my hips mulch her most of the way to hamburger before I even thought about seconds. One cow girl is usually good to clear up the fog of hunger, at least enough to realize the kinds of uses a second can have. But the messy makeout session that ensued quickly turned into me grabbing her horns and cramming her face into my gullet. You'd think I would have the sense to halt it there at least. Bessie Number 3 has enough leather on her for the new boots I want and a jacket besides, but I guess I'm just too soft. She wants to go out by going in, and I can't bring myself to say no, even if it means burning up that beautiful hide. My drooling lips are just about level with her trembling rod, since I'm lying on the prone and twined shapes of her hornily-mooing herd, their jostling bulges turning my stomach into a sticky, sweaty slaughterhouse beneath me. I growl with feral satisfaction as one of their heads rubs between my thighs. Fuck, I can't wait to feel them break. . .

My hands sink lovingly into the uneaten gal's plush backside and I give her pretty gock a lick. In return she gives me a nod and a stammer, and I let her feel my throat. Dear gods she's cute. I want to take her to pieces slowly, but I'll have to settle for mashing her up sloppy with the others until my belly's a proper boneyard. It doesn't take her long to cum, giving me way more than a glass of milk to wash down the rest of the meat with. The thick heat of it fills me up while the girl in front of me fights to stay standing, a losing battle that ends with her quivering in a heap pressed up against my gut, deliriously rubbing it and whining as the lusty stampede happening inside picks up speed.

I pity her as she gives me a look so deep with longing. I don't blame her. I know she belongs inside me too. So as soon as she has some degree of mastery over her body back, I let her give me her legs, and I don't spend nearly the time exploring her hooves with my tongue that they deserve before I start to swallow. I can feel my guts growing more active, the bodies inside me sizzling like patties on a chemical grill. Right now the excitement is enough that they don't feel the pain, but soon the real agony will start and I don't want my third course to miss out on any of the fun.

I stretch my jaws up and around her thighs, salivating more than enough. Another minute of gulping has me straining over her gorgeous grass-fed belly. And by the time I'm wrestling her sensitive chest into my cheeks she's getting hard again in my throat, biting her lip as she gets a load of just how deep inside me she is, just how far past the point of no return.

It's easy after that. I'm half convinced the other two are pulling her down, but I honestly doubt they've got enough presence of mind to do it. And then she's inside, and I'm basically alone. The three girls fucking each other silly inside me as their bodies simmer and stew are a foregone conclusion, a trio of bloody-rare steaks that won't see the light of day again. It's a throbbing mass of meat inside me begging to be tenderized, and when it starts screaming three part harmony I add my howl to the chorus. My hips pound out a steady beat without any conscious input, up to and after my belly fur is slick and shiny with a fresh coat of wolfcum. I wish I could say I feel each one snuff out one by one, but it's all too blurry and euphoric to tell. I think I'm spent but then I belch so loud my ears ring and Number 1's collar flies out of my mouth so fast the cowbell on it gets a dent from the wall. The orgasm that follows gives me tunnel vision. For a second I think I'm going to pass out.

Churn. Slosh. I feel myself drop about a foot as something inside me crumbles under pressure.

When my head finally clears enough, I take out my phone. My hands shake a little but I manage an obligatory selfie that looks steady enough. Sending a text is easier. I find Aspen's name and attach the picture. I go back and forth on what to caption it, but finally settle on

Get your fluffy ass over here. I need dessert.

[sepicriting]

how would the twins feel ab kenji 😊😊😊😊💝

the twins with kenji as their darling

―a little post dedicated to the asker.

contents: yandere male x male original character. yandere female x male original character. general headcanons of the twins with asker's original character.

notes: the fact that kenji is my favorite from their oc roster speaks volumes here...

To put it simply, the twins' way of expressing their affection gets altered slightly if Kenji were the one to be their darling, and likely the development of their obsession over him as well.

For Kenji, Vitalina's social changes happen more rapidly as she would assume that he's constantly on the brink of being asked out by someone else and therefore she would have a harder time whisking his time and affection away. There's also a high possibility that the social sphere of the school would quickly become messy once Lina's established her status as the reigning queen bee to keep any potential love interests away from Kenji, getting rid of the competition.

On the bright side, there is a more or less increase in her giving him compliments and asking for tips on fashion styles during her transformation, which may lead to frequent outings to buy clothing and accessories with Kenji on standby to let Lina know which outfits suit her.

Little does he know, it's her way of subtly knowing what his type is so she can fit the role of that type better.

Ah! And she's not afraid to treat him like a gay best friend but actually, if the girl had a crush on said gay best friend. It's silly but she's going to become incredibly comfortable around him.

As for Varis, his development takes off the introduction route in the sense that he would've already known about who Kenji was seeing as he sticks out like a sore thumb in a room full of students who are in STEM fields. Also, it may be because Kenji is his type oddly enough. Highlighter appearance or personality, you decide.

Seriously though, once Varis establishes a proper and close connection with Kenji, and it'll take a while since Varis isn't the type to be open, he'll be more comfortable initiating physical contact. He'd absentmindedly touch the tips of Kenji's hair in fascination, lean his head on his or his shoulder, even allowing himself to hold his hand if he were somehow found themselves near Kenji's. He'd do all of this with a blank stare on his face but please do know that his stomach's doing flips deep inside for the first time in his life.

Whenever he wants to study and it's the off-day when Lina's not going to, he'd call Kenji to invite him over to their apartment so they could do just that. And maybe something more, like make a move on Kenji if by this point the twins haven't gotten to him yet. If otherwise, expect him to pull Kenji to his lap and start an impromptu makeout session. He'd also be the type to cook if they finished reviewing before then, otherwise, he'd order food for them both.

His yandere tendencies would be on the lower side in terms of gravity, but there's an increase in stalking. It may even come to the point where Varis will plant bugs in Kenji's house should he somehow gain access to it. Or maybe he broke in. But like with regular darling, he'll automatically switch to murder if they're suffering because of direct action from someone else.

Together, the twins follow their usual dynamic; Varis makes the plans and acts naturally with his mastery of crimes, while Vitalina provides a shield from others and fends off anyone who would dare be interested in Kenji as the plan unfolds.

Without other people in the picture though, they'll spoil him together in their respective ways. Just as they believe he deserves the very best!

[nissho-ku]

sticky, sweaty, yet warm; for shidou this is the perfect description of love. to hold his man in his shaking arms, to feel his breath against him, not minding the spend covering them both. he knows he looks a wreck, but so does rin, so ryusei doesn't mind it at all, not when he looks so beautiful like this. covered in his love marks, debauched, but ryusei knows he could ruin him more. the high he was coasting on was more than enough fuel for him to run a marathon; even better have an entire romp with his fiancé under him. he knows things will go on well into peak sunrise if sleep doesn't consume him first.

ryusei surges forward with a kiss, rin's command giving him more than enough energy to move them off the ruined mirror and onto the bed with a hard - fwump! - he has no intensions of separating from rin at all tonight, driving his hips into rin once again despite their sensitivity. “grab me. mark me,” he insists, hands clutching rin's waist in a bruising hold if only so he could fuck him deep, deep, deeper. he can't help the soft growls and huffs as he works his hips into rin. “you're taking me so well, rin. fuck i wish i could breed you. we'd make some pretty babies, don't you think?” shidou pants in his ear. normally the idea and thought of any children would turn him off, but with rin this kink of his tends to bleed it's way out, especially when he's feeling deliriously high off sex with him.

after ryusei finishes inside rin missionary, he flips them over so rin could ride him. “you look so beautiful sitting on top of me. like a proper princess,” ryusei grunts, thrusting upwards into him. “go on, you can take it. don't touch yourself, i want you to come only from me from now on.” his hips ache but he can't stop himself, seeking only pleasure. he only wants to give rin pleasure. this night is about him, about them and their future. the man he wants to marry and live the rest of his life with making sweet love to him — with him — oh, shidou could die today and have no regrets at all. he could lay down and admire the way rin looks all day, marked up and bruised with his teeth marks, his hand prints. look at the way his stomach clenches and his muscles work to keep up with ryusei. “fuck, i love you. i love you,” he chants softly, reaching to grab rin's ringed hand in a vice grip.

there's a moments breather in which ryusei is fine with simply having a sloppy makeout session with rin, when he feels like they should revisit the mirror again. fatigue be damned, he lifts rin up by the back of his thighs, his chest against his back. “fuck, i've never been so thankful you do yoga,” he teases before having his way with rin in front of it. “you look so fucking ruined. look at you. fuck you're so gorgeous, and so fucking mine.” ryusei knows he is a possessive man and rin being the way he is makes him feel insane sometimes with it. it's a wonder how or why he hasn't been creeped out and turned off yet by him and his intensity. there was even a time yet when his possessiveness almost cost rin a grade, and yet he stayed. ryusei whines as he finishes inside rin, but he can't be sure if anything is even happening at this point.

all ryusei knows is that rin is his, irrevocably his. his body, his love and soul; every cell in his body belongs to him, and all of shidou just as much belongs to him. “can't wait to marry you. you'll be such a beautiful bride. what did i do to deserve you?” he hardly expects an answer back, too out of his mind to even understand that he'd been mindlessly muttering anything that came to mind. all he knew was rin, rin, rin; the name he chants when he isn't moaning, or whining, or reduced to such a primitive stage in his brain.

he thinks he lets rin do things to him too; he can't really remember by the 5th time he's came. he's so fucked out, and out of his mind he doesn't even realize that the sun has began illuminating their hotel room in a soft blue glow. by the time shidou feels the exhaustion win over, he and rin are back in bed, shidou spooning his love, thrusting his hips lazily. he has to keep fucking him, he thinks. he has to keep making rin feel good. he groans when he feels another dry orgasm, and that's it, he thinks. he can't do any more right now, and his body wouldn't let him anyways. hooded eyes zero in on rin, his head throbbing angrily with dehydration and sleep gnawing at him. he groans as he pulls rin towards him, kissing the back of his neck which he knows he'd been gnawing on. there's likely not an inch of rin's skin that doesn't have teeth marks, a hickey, or both. they're both grossly covered in each other it likely doesn't matter what belongs to who.

just like how shidou likes it; he had a fucked out smile plastered to his face as he nuzzles against rin. “are you awake still..? you ok?” his own body screams in too much pain, a sign that he'd pushed his limits. oh, but bliss tastes to sweet; like the sweat that dries on rin's skin.

after his long vacation with his brother, the other part of his life was missing, it was ryusei. the both of them had missed each other, so much so that rin didn't mind shirking his responsibilities just to focus on the blonde. he couldn't help but think of the mingling of their bodies merging to become one, over & over again. rin could never fully get his fill of ryusei & neither could his fiance it seems. even with his nii-chan's reservations, rin would always choose ryusei.

he can feel ryusei's hands & mouth all over him, massaging & claiming him as their hips meet in tandem with each others. the way ryusei's dick keeps hitting his sweet spot, he knows his getting closer. his hands grip harder onto his ryusei, a nonverbal way of showing ryusei he was getting there. his head dips back leaning against his shoulder as his eyes wander to the mirror before them. rin looks like a mess, sweat trickling down from him, his back is arched & he's try not to roll his eyes as ryusei continues to pump his length. rin supposes ryusei has him exactly where he wants him. it doesn't help when he fills another nip of ryusei's teeth along his shoulder.

❛yours.❜ he confirms with ease in between thrusts, he remembers when they first started out & how it eventually to devolved into blurring lines like a film being put over his vision. it didn't help that rin wanted to be the only one he was seeing, but he also understood at that time the nature of their relationship was not like that. now, they were here & rin was forever ryusei's & he could not be any happier.

rin groans in protest when ryusei pulls away from him, the emptiness of the way he was feeling & the way his hands were no longer all up on him. he goes along with it, his arms wrapped around him as he feels himself pressed against the mirror. rin was trapped within the pleasure that was continued to resume as he feels himself full again, hips raising to meet his, & knowing he was minutes away from losing it. the kiss is searing, white hot passion in the form of their tongues intertwining with each others. his moans are muffled as his hips are driven further into rin, hammering at a faster pace at his sweet spot. rin takes the moment to grasp his dick, pumping it himself. he could feel it, the way it builds up, water being put to a boil until one can hear the bursting of bubbles & it sets off first with ryusei finishing inside of him.

rin loves the feeling of ryusei's cum inside of him, hot & messy, the way he spills himself rin knows he's complete. rin finds himself following after once he feels sharp teeth along his skin, rin stroking himself until he bursts, his own cum spilling out of him between his fingers & he's sure some of it is on his abs. ❛ ryusei...❜ he trails off feeling the small tremors after finding his completion. rin closes his eyes & lets himself be held by the man in front of him.

eyelashes flutter open & aquatic orbs gaze intensely at ryusei. his gaze contains the softness of a sunrise while he looks at the blonde lovingly. his lips turn into a smile when small pecks are pressed against his. he returns the quick kisses with enthusiasm. there's a small moan that erupts when he feels ryusei harden & he nods. he was always one to keep up & he knows one was not enough. ❛ bed, ❜ he says firmly before resting his forehead against the other. ❛ i need you more than once.❜ with his non-messy hand he cups his face, he wants to stay connected.

[inkblot-inc]

To Be Back In Step

Summary: Set during DSMoM; Sometimes it’s just worth it to be selfish.

Pairing: Christine Palmer x Reader

Warning(s): We're basically out the gate with smut, so 18+ ONLY aka MINORS DNI, strap-on use (r giving) and some choking. Dark themes; dark!reader (r being...honest and morally questionable tbh T-T) Character death (happy endings, but for who? Answer: the people that matter-), SW/Wanda being a…good friend? Idk it’s not really manipulation, and some language

Notes: Bet you weren't expectin' this one! This is purely self-indulgent, and you can thank @aneverydaymarvelsimp for having me rewatch MoM and simp over Christine Palmer. A thanks to @lizzieslobster for giving this a once over as well! Sidenote to the note- There's not enough fic for this woman- (I hear you loud and clear @wickedmuses), so here's a little somethin somethin. Hope you enjoy!

Double Double Note: The Prequel to this one shot, What we've Lost, is up now as well!

Word Count: Just skidding past 2.1k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

You watched as the dark-haired girl quickly backed into a corner, you could almost taste your long-deserved reward. "Please please please don't kill me, you don't have to do this!"

You grabbed her up by her jacket, the worn denim tearing slightly in your grip. "You're talking to the wrong higher power, kid. I'm fresh out of mercy."

"No!-"

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"Please!"

The room was filled with the steady sounds of the headboard rocking into the wall as you went deeper into your wife, both of your moans mixing together.

Christine's eyes were screwed shut as you fucked her into the mattress and you reached a hand up to apply a bit of pressure to her neck, straddling the line between pleasure and pain. "Look at me Chrissy,"

It took her a second before she managed to open her eyes through her own haze. "There you go, I want you to watch me while I fuck you. Practically sucking me in,"

She let out a small mewl as you held your hand against her throat for a good minute before you brought it back to balance your stance on the bed. Christine's cries continued to get louder and more insistent as your strap on hit that familiar spongy spot inside of her.

"God I'm so close. Don't stop baby, please!"

You let out something between a grunt and a chuckle as you adjusted yourself on your palms. "Not even if you begged me,"

Leaning your head down, you brought one of Christine's pert nipples into your mouth. One of her hands left your back to push your head to stay there as you swirl your tongue around the nub, bringing one hand up briefly to play with her other breast. As you ground harder into her, she felt the tightening at the pit of her stomach as she came undone below you. Her third orgasm of the night.

You slowed to a languid pace as you released her nipple, letting her ride out her high. You move upward to leave feather light kisses across her face before Christine brings your lips together for a proper kiss.

Pulling away, there was a smirk resting on your face. "Now, aren't you glad I got our windows soundproofed? I know our neighbors must be,"

Wiping her steely blue eyes that had begun to water slightly, Christine lightly hit your shoulder with a small giggle and a breathless 'shut up' as you proceeded to slowly slide the toy out of her. The two of you settled into a makeout, only pulling away long enough for you to use your magic to unfasten the strap and have it tossed to the side to deal with later. Cuddled up to each other, you basked in the content feeling that was shared between you.

Then you felt that familiar tingling pain.

Your hand moved to your right cheek on instinct to try and alleviate the sensation to no avail. Christine noticed this and brought her own hand up to rest on the cheekbone that was smoother than the rest of your face, her fingers carefully running over the indentations left behind.

Her blue eyes glinted with concern, "It's happening again? This late?"

You inhaled briefly before sitting up in your shared bed. "Well, I forgot to finish up before we got settled in," Leaning over, you leave a quick peck on her lips to help satiate her. "Got kinda busy,"

She playfully pushed the good side of your face backward, "Well now that you're not busy, you can handle it hmm?"

Lightly huffing, you relented and pushed the covers off completely. Christine watched as you swept your legs over the side of the bed before making your way to the connected restroom, only closing the door slightly to obscure her view as you rested your palms on the sink counter with your head full of thoughts cycling around.

You clear your throat as you grab the jar you came in for, closing the medicine cabinet to meet your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes narrowed at the noticeably lighter portion of your face, then trailing up to the streak of stark white in your hair. It had yet to go away and stood out like a sore thumb as it ran along your temple to the back of your head.

You rubbed the prescribed cream on your cheek like Christine told you to. Even if you knew it was never going away.

It’d always be there as a reminder. To never forget. No specially made development was fixing it, and you knew that.

It was a freak accident at the Baxter Building after Reed and Ben had gone home. A mishap while burning the midnight oil on an independent project.

That’s all anyone would know.

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Wanda made quick work of the monks on the front lines before stepping into the temple of Kamar Taj. You'd seen it take place from afar, not wanting to get involved. The only reason you were here was because you're forced to listen to Stephen's orders as the Sorcerer Supreme. Personally? You'd cut your losses with the random child and go about your business, but no one seemed to share your sentiment.

Wong had gone to hide the girl as you were left with Stephen to fend off Wanda, her eventually getting the upper hand. It was then that you'd finally heard her deal to you.

"I'm not a monster Y/n, and you know that. I just want my boys. They're out there, just like your Christine. A world where you are happy. Happy with her."

You felt the familiar weight in your pocket as you heard her name.

She's out there for you.

As you thought about what she just said, Wanda used her whisps to incapacitate Stephen as his powers were sieved away. She focused on you again, but she knew that she didn't need force.

"I can take you to that world, Y/n. To your happy ending. I'll give you my word. I just need the girl."

You slowly nodded at the proposal. You knew America could traverse the multiverse at will, and with Wanda having access to that ability it was certainly possible. To finally be free of your hapless life without aim, to be with your love as you should have been.

“That's what you want Y/n?! To live a lie?! To force your way into Christine's life in some fantasy gone by?!”

“Is it really a lie if you wholeheartedly believe it? If it was supposed to happen anyhow?” Wanda was the devil on your shoulder as you stared at a restrained Stephen. You could begin anew with one action.

You were the last line of defense standing between Wanda and this America Chavez girl, who was foolishly idle under the temple of Kamar Taj. Stephen had brought her here, a problem unto herself until you and everyone else were roped into it. And really, what was stopping you from ending this farce now?

“You are better than this, Y/n! America is a child!”

Oh. That’s what.

Your stare was carefully kept blank as you mulled things over. You had nothing left to lose, quite literally. Immediate family already gone or died while you were blipped…

Your eyes flitted to the ring on Stephen’s finger, practically mocking you.

Nothing left to lose.

“But you know what you stand to gain Y/n,”

Wanda was a friend. You’d gone to each other for solace and comfort as you’d both lost everyone. She understood you. You’d both been made to watch as the world seemed to move on while you were left to play five years' worth of catch up.

With this chance? You could be on time.

You could have her back.

Your hand subconsciously stroked the broken face of your pocket watch over the fabric of your left pocket.

“Y/n listen to me, Wanda is in your head! You can’t let her win and get to America-”

“You keep saying that, but what’s that child supposed to mean to me?!”

You watched him sputter for a second as he was set off kilter by your pushback. He always had to have the the last fucking word.

"Wanda's not in my head Stephen! And nothing she's said has been a lie either! I still don't see how this involves you or anyone else,"

“Wanda will have unlimited access to the multiverse, which cannot under any circumstances be left in her hands!”

Wanda crept up to your side. She’d been largely quiet as she patiently watched you make your decision. Whether Stephen acknowledged it or not, Wanda knew you were on the same page as her.

Her lips came up to your ear, “Was the time stone in the right hands when he stole it from you and gave it to Thanos?”

You were sent back into memories you'd revisited time and time again, and they remained clear as day.

Dusted, just hoping and praying that Christine was home safe. Floating away, as you watched Tony hold Peter in his arms. Coming back in what felt like mere seconds, an aged Stephen hastily guiding you to a portal to fight a fight that you quite frankly didn’t want to be a part of anymore. Getting home, finding a place you could no longer recognize; framed pictures of your Christine with him. How she so easily let your memory go by the wayside. Somehow, they'd figured it out. You wound up alone.

It was a world where you were no longer welcome.

A world where you were out of step.

You could have it all back, Wanda said. Wanda promised. And really…

That’s all you want.

If it takes the life of a girl you barely knew and a man that’s been nothing but a residual thorn in the side of your existence?

So be it.

You have a way to finally be happy with the one you love and leave it to Doctor Stephen Strange to involve himself and actively deny you from his moral high ground while he lives what should have been your life. The whole unending story of it really.

It's insulting.

Wong had always said that your apathy would be your downfall, but today it would be your key to life anew. Where you can be content to live and not just go through the motions.

To hell with Stephen Strange.

You took quiet steps toward Stephen as he gazed up at you with a pleading look. Getting ready to put an end to him, the sorcerer quickly managed to conjure one last snake, shooting out a pestilent spray. Yelping as it coats part of your face, you feel a burning pain encompassing the right side of your face to your forehead with the skin beginning to erode and the coated hair losing pigment at the root.

Before Stephen could manage to break free, Wanda reinforced the restraints before you surged forward, grabbing his head and unceremoniously snapping his neck.

Stephen’s body fell limp as you went to work fixing the damage done to your face, but it could only go so far. You looked to Wanda with a smirk, the distinct scar still thrumming in pain.

“Let’s get the mouse hiding in the basement, shall we?”

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'Always had to have the last goddamn word, Strange.'

You took a deep breath before you finished washing your hands clean, leaving the restroom to join your wife in your shared bed. Her deep red hair falling over her shoulders in a tousled mess as she sipped on a glass of water from the nightstand. Christine’s eyes shifted from the tv, that had begun lowly playing a random movie, to look up at you.

“You ready for bed?”

You kept a small smile on your face as you got under the covers with her as she set her glass down and scooted closer to you. You wrapped an arm around her naked waist as you looked up at the ceiling, mind still buzzing.

“Christine,” You could feel her look up at you. It was almost always “Chrissy” or “Chris”.

“Yes, love?”

You tilted your head to look her in the eye.

“Are you happy?”

Her eyebrows furrowed for a second. “Of course I am. I have you,”

She placed a lingering kiss on your scarred cheek.

“Are you happy, Y/n?”

You moved a loose strand of hair from her face before bringing her into a deep kiss of your own, passion effortlessly leaking into it. Pulling away, you take a moment to just look at her.

“Every day I’m with you.”

And those days would never run out now that you finally have her. With her, your life finally fell back in step.

[luvrlixie]

KILLING ME SOFTLY

【REQUESTED】 - OKAY OKAY SJDBJSISH I WAS GONNA REQUEST A SKZ SEEING YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES OR SOMETHING BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BINNIE SEEING YOU IN SHORT SHORTS AND HIS SHIRT WHICH IS LIKE HUGE ON YOU (ALSO THIS MAN IS DEF A THIGH GUY) AND MY MAN GOES F E R A L. SO. YOU LET HIM RIDE YOUR THIGH <33333

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tags: changbin x gn! reader, soft dom reader, thigh riding/dry humping, very soft, exhibitionism????????? idk they aren't alone in the dorm but no one walks in. not a lot of smut sorry y'all </3 mostly just sappy emotions.. but still nsfw... lit rally wrote at 4am and don't feel like editing lmaoo

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"seriously binnie! if you're gonna spend so much money on clothes, you should at least wear them. you have so many cute sweaters and the fact that they're collecting dust in the back of your closet is a crime."

changbin sat up and peered over the back of the couch as you entered the room. he was ready to shoot back a snarky comment but his words died on his tongue as soon as he saw you.

you stopped by the studio to visit him earlier, where he and the rest of 3racha were working on a track for the next album. you hadn't planned on staying long since you knew your boyfriend would be busy. but about 20 minutes after showing up chan was ushering everyone else out of the room, claiming that he had everything he needed from the other boys for now and that they both deserved a night off. any worries you or changbin might have had about chan overworking himself were immediately replaced by the realization that the two of you would finally have some time alone.

and that brought you to where you were now. standing in front of a blushing boy, wearing shorts and a long shirt of his that completely hid said shorts. you had decided to change after your boyfriend proposed that you spend the night. (at the time he was excited for movies and cuddles, but now it was an offer that he was starting to regret as he could already feel himself growing hard). the shirt you wore was one that changbin never put on due to it's size, he didn't think the whole oversized clothes style was really his thing.

but holy fuck it was yours.

"you uh- you look good."

changbin swallowed and you squinted. he was always a sucker for you wearing his clothes, but it was still odd for him to be turning so red just from seeing you in an shirt of his. luckily it didn't take long for you to notice the way his eyes wouldn't meet yours since they were focused on a different part of your body. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. seeing you in his clothes might make him weak, but his biggest weakness was your thighs. he'd never exactly talked about your thighs in particular, but it was something that you had picked up on as your relationship progressed. you couldn't help but notice how changbin was always making sure to leave little marks on the inside of your thighs, and would jump at the chance to lay between them when he got sleepy, and how he would often pull out just in time to paint your thighs with his cum.

"like what you see?" you asked playfully as you took a few steps forward so you were standing in front of him.

"like what i- fuck yes... you're gonna be the death of me y/n."

you hummed in amusement, loving the affected you had on your boyfriend, and tangled a hand in his hair so you could guide him forward and let him press kisses on your thighs.

"mm seriously, on my gravestone it's gonna say your name after cause of death" changbin breathed out as he happily trailed his lips over your skin.

"that makes it sound like I murdered you, I'm not a fan of that"

you stood there for a few more minutes. finally moving away once you sensed that changbin was growing impatient. although you loved making your boyfriend beg, now was not that time for that. even though you moved to sit down next to him, changbin whined when you stepped away. knowing you, the poor boy was worried that you were gonna make him suffer through the whole movie with a boner. however, you had much different plans in mind for tonight.

with a smile, you slid a hand between his legs. "such a pretty noise, that little whine. wanna make it again for me?"

changbin's mouth went dry, he opened it to say something but nothing would come out. how were you always able to make him speechless? he did want to make that noise for you again. he wanted you to coo over how cute he sounded, but not here. not in the living room with minho still tucked away in his room, and with hyunjin and seungmin who were expected back at any minute.

"please, please let's go to my room. I need you."

you shook your head and started palming at chnagbin's crotch through his sweatpants, making his body go slack. "shh baby it's okay, calm down. I was just gonna let you grind against my thigh, let you get off like that. we'll be fully clothed so if anyone walks in it'll be pretty easy to play it off as cuddling or a makeout session."

that seemed to be all the reassurance that changbin needed. the way you were touching him paired with your soft voice was making his head spin. all he was focused on now was making you happy and chasing his orgasm. not even a second went by until he was moving onto your lap so he was facing you and straddling one of your legs.

"there you go! good boy."

you helped him settle into a comfortable position and pulled him close so his chest was pressed against yours and his face was buried in your neck. as changbin started to move his hips, you continued whispering words of encouragement and gentle praises since you could feel how tense he had gotten. changbin hadn't exactly done this before. and although the whole thing seemed rather self explanatory and he had gotten off by rutting against a pillow multiple times, he felt a bit self conscious with you watching his every move.

"It's okay bunny, there's no right or wrong way to do this. just whatever feels good." you whispered soothingly into his ear, catching the nervous look in his eyes and the way his movements kept faltering.

it was silly of him to be nervous, he realized. the safest he had ever felt was with you, and over the course of your relationship you had both tried out plenty of new things together (both in and out of the bedroom). thigh riding? this was nothing, you had certainly seen him in much more embarassing situations. so changbin nodded and finally started settling into a steady pace, trusting your words entirely.

every drag of his cock elicited a soft ah sound from the dark haired boy. luckily, you didn't have to worry about him being too loud. he was vocal and made plenty of noise, but always quiet whimpers and soft choruses of "oh"s. you could get him to be loud if you wanted to, you knew how. for now the tiny noises he was making was more than enough to satisfy you as you played with his hair and peppered his forehead with kisses. "there you go bun, bet it feels so good huh?" as you spoke you pressed your leg upwards, applying extra pressure to the whimpering boy's cock. the gasp he let out made your eyes widen in entertainment and you repeated the action, taking pleasure in how he squirmed everytime. "keep going little slut, don't slow down. doesn't my bunny wanna make a pretty mess for me?"

"m-more'" changbin panted.

normally you'd chastise him for not saying please. but right now you honestly couldn't care less. you just wanted your boyfriend to feel loved. wanted him to be as proud of himself as you are of him. so you smiled and pressed your leg up again, hands gripping onto his hips so that you can help guide his movements. "that song you were working on when I visited sounded so good. I know you've been working so hard on it. you're so talented baby, so amazing." changbin let out a sort of strangled noise and tightened his arms around you, pulling himself as close to you as he could get. the absence of words didn't bother you. sometimes changbin babbled on and on while you ruined him, telling you how good he felt and how much he loved you. while other times he just clings onto you, settling on a variety of whines to communicate. both were good.

as the familiar tightness grew in changbin's body, he focused on following the push and pull of your arms. if it wasn't for you guiding him he would have entirely lost his rhythm. knowing that your boyfriend was getting close, you started bouncing your leg and kneading his ass with one hand.

"changbin.. binnie, hey. c'mon let me see your face" you softly prodded, waiting for him to pull back. when he did, your heart squeezed in your chest.

he was so beautiful.

his lips were parted and his bottom lip was glossy and red from biting down on it too hard. his hair was sticking out in a few places, and his eyes were so full of pleasure. you could tell from the glassy look that changbin wasn't entirely present, his thoughts were elsewhere.

"m'gonna..." changbin slurred, hips twitching and back arching. you caught on immediately and softly grabbed his chin to make sure he didn't hide his face again, you always loved to see his face screw up as he comes. this time was no different.

"good boy, good boy let it all out for me"

you helped him ride out his orgasm and leaned forward to kiss him. not even caring that the kiss was messy and mostly just teeth since changbin was panting far too heavily to give you a proper kiss. when changbin's orgasm had finished washing through his body, you let him crash back into your chest. as you waited for him to catch his breath you rubbed his back and buried your face in his hair, giving him time to compose himself before talking.

"I love you binnie"

"..love you too y/n ... but seriously you're way too hot ... gonna die from sexiness overload"

[chainxdancer]

@deimorous-detective

Well, that was all the encouragement Nisha needed. On the one hand, Kusumi was a graceful lady that deserved proper treatment. On the other hand, she had clearly agreed to a makeout session, and there wasn’t much that was ‘proper’ about that. Maybe she could mix them together...

“Can do...”

With a grin, Nisha took the vampire’s hand and gave it a kiss as she led her over to the couch, before sitting down and slowly drawing her into her lap, arms around her waist. She almost opened her mouth to speak again, but her instincts opted for the direct approach this time, leaning in to close the gap between the for a firm but tender kiss.

[pellucid-constellations]

Georgia

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky left you broken. He didn’t understand how much he needed your love until it was already gone. 

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Angst!!, Language, Intense Makeout 

a/n: This is heavily inspired by ‘Georgia’ by Vance Joy. It got me feeling all angsty and apparently I can only write angst. 

Masterlist

What you had was fleeting; you knew that before it had even started. You knew that the gentle touches within the darkness of soft bed sheets, and the early morning smiles alight with a gentle glow weren’t something made to last. But god did you want them to last. 

It wasn’t a friends with benefits situation—Bucky made that clear from the beginning. He was a man from a different time. A time where you “did right” by the lady you were with and didn’t jump into bed with her without a proper title.

So, you wanna go steady with me, doll? He had asked. His shirt was wrinkled and his body was halfway out the door. You had said yes. You wish you had said no—that you hadn’t been so desperate for just a piece of him.

Bucky wasn’t ready for a relationship; he was looking for comfort, not commitment. Logically, you knew that. You knew that the night he met you in the kitchen with bloodshot eyes and shaking hands that all he needed was a temporary reprieve from his mind. You were more than willing to give that to him, and then some. 

But Bucky wasn’t ready for that extra step. You were constantly giving your all, and there was always something missing from him. He never made you feel unwanted, but the way his hands brushed too softly along your body and the way his eyes sometimes couldn’t meet yours filled you with bittersweet longing. He was yours, but not really.

It all came to a head six months in. It was so casual, as if you were discussing some inconsequential event and not the degradation of your already flimsy relationship. You knew it was coming; that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Sweetheart. He only called you that when he felt bad. I want you to be happy and… I just don’t think I can do that for you. 

You had begged him to reconsider. You told him that he was wrong—he made you the happiest you had ever been. The look in his eyes told you that wasn’t really the problem. Your resolve crumbled as soon as you made it back to your room. 

You avoided Bucky for a long time after that, which was difficult since your door was directly adjacent to his. You considered asking Tony for a room change, but there was still that little part of you that ached to be close to him. You hated that part for a while.

Greetings in the hallway were awkward. Run-ins in the gym were uncomfortable. Missions together were almost unbearable. 

That was all to be expected, but what hurt the most was the fact that Bucky seemed fine. He walked out of his room the morning after breaking it off with you just the same as any other day, slowly pouring his coffee before heading down to the gym. It took you days before you felt up to do anything other than sleep and there he was, acting as if he didn’t leave your heart on his bedroom floor. 

It took you two weeks to get angry. You came to the conclusion that he had felt nothing. He didn’t want you, not in the way you wanted him. He used you until he was sated and then tossed you aside after you served your purpose. 

You took your anger out on Steve. Steve, the one who told you to go for it. Who told you Bucky definitely had feelings for you and nothing could go wrong. You yelled at him and yelled at him until he yanked you into his arms and let you cry until you were empty. You felt better after that. 

Bucky saw you with Steve that day. He saw you everyday since that night in his room. He witnessed your puffy eyes and sad smiles and he felt so guilty, but he just couldn’t give you what you deserved. He couldn’t give himself up to you; there were too many parts of him that were ugly. 

He told himself it would be fine. You would move on and be happy with someone who deserved you, and he would watch. But that was all theoretical. He would be long gone before you actually found someone. He wouldn’t have to witness you sharing your smiles and pressing your lips against someone else's skin because he was going to leave. 

He didn’t leave soon enough. 

~~ 

“He doesn’t mean anything,” Steve’s voice was low amongst the crowd. “She told me herself. He’s just some guy she met at a bar last week. Said he talks too much.” 

Bucky tapped his finger against the rim of his glass. “Don’t see how that’s my business.” 

“Don’t do that, Buck,” Steve sighed. 

“Do what?” He knocked back the rest of his drink—not that it did anything to quell the ache building in his chest. 

“Act like you don’t care about her. I’m the last person you can try that act on.” 

“Obviously I care about her, Steve. We work together. I care about everyone on the team,” Bucky said, eyes momentarily leaving your figure to track onto his best friend. Steve looked tired. 

“Yeah, sure pal. Maybe you should talk to her. It’s been a few months since you broke things off and you’ve barely been able to hold a conversation. You guys used to be great friends. She was good for you.”

“Not really her job to be anything for me anymore.” Bucky raised his hand, alerting the bartender of his empty glass. “I know you don’t have very much experience in this department, but that’s the point of a break up, Stevie.” 

“Right, remind me again why you broke up with her? You made me look like a real ass when I was the one that talked you up,” Steve questioned, raising his eyebrows accusingly. 

“Hey, I never asked you to do that.”

“Yeah, you just talked my ear off about her for weeks after you moved into the compound.” Bucky began nursing his new drink as Steve continued. “And you’re not the one that had to put her back together after you decided you weren’t interested anymore.” 

The glass fractured in Bucky’s metal grip. “Stop talking about things you don’t understand, Steve,” he gritted out. 

“Then help me understand, Bucky. Because from where I’m sitting, your girl’s over there hanging off another fella.” Steve gestured wildly in your direction. 

“She’s not my girl anymore.” Bucky quickly pulled Steve’s arm down. “Will you quit it? She’s gonna see you.”

“I hope she does see me. Maybe she’ll come over here and talk some sense into you.” 

“Okay, enough. You’re the one that made me tag along to this stupid benefit so why don’t you—” The sound of your laugh cut him off. It was the kind of laugh you used to give him, beautiful and full. He hadn’t heard that in a few months. 

Steve’s mouth turned down in a frown at the far away look on Bucky’s face. He reached out and gripped his friend's shoulder. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, Bucky. You obviously have feelings for her. From what she’s told me, she feels the same way. Let yourself be happy.” 

Bucky glanced up from the bar to peek over at your direction one last time. You looked good. He wasn’t going to ruin that, not again. “She looks happy enough for the both of us.” 

He pushed away from the counter and threw his coat over his shoulder. He didn’t have many places to go. The compound was miles away and he was positive Stark wouldn’t appreciate him wandering through the tower aimlessly. He took the elevator as high as it could go and found himself on the roof. 

You always talked about the city from this view. When he would wake up screaming in a cold sweat, you would lay back with him and describe the lights. Your fingers would run through his hair as he pictured the wind whipping at his face and the honking of the cars down below. You would tell him stories about the imaginary people that lived in the apartments in your mind, and he would listen. He would picture himself there with you, hidden away from the world. 

He found that experiencing it alone wasn’t as comforting. 

“Oh!” He was pulled from his thoughts by a hesitant voice. “Sorry, I—Oh, Bucky.” 

And there you were, just when he needed you. You did that a lot, he discovered. It was like you had some sixth sense that was attuned to his distress; you were always ready to save him, even if it was just from himself. 

“I didn’t think anyone would be up here, sorry. Steve didn’t—I uh, didn’t know you were coming to this.” 

You sounded so uncomfortable talking to him. It sent needles down his chest. “It was kinda a last minute thing. He dragged me along against my will. You know Steve.” He was avoiding your eyes. 

“Right… yeah. Steve.” Your voice carried off in the wind. There was a long pause between you. 

“Did you want me to leave? I can find somewhere else to go,” Bucky offered, pointing to the door behind you. 

“No!” You rushed out. You slowly dropped your hands to your sides, fingers nervously rubbing across your palms. “I mean uh, no. You can stay. First come first serve, right? I’ll go.” 

“But you love the skyline.” His voice so sounded weak, you almost didn’t hear him.

“Oh. Not so much anymore. Just came up here for fresh air, really. Don’t worry about it, Bucky. I can find a window.” You couldn’t take the confrontation anymore and spun on your heel to leave.

“Because of me, right?” Your grip on the door handle faltered.

“What?”

“You don’t like it anymore because of me. I ruined it for you,” he repeated. Your gaze didn’t leave the door. “I know that’s why.” 

“What do you want me to say, Bucky?” You sighed, turning to meet his eyes. He looked defeated. “Do you want me to say yes? That I don’t like looking at the city anymore because it reminds me of you? Would that boost your ego?” 

“No! I didn’t mean it like that—” 

“How else could you have meant it? You chose to leave, Bucky. You don’t get to act like I somehow did this to us.” You were getting frustrated again. You thought you had left all these emotions behind in the previous months. 

“I wasn’t suggesting that. I just—I don’t know, I was just thinking about it before you came up here. I shouldn’t have put that on you, I’m sorry.” 

You both stood there then, direct eye contact keeping you rooted to the ground. The wind rustled through your clothes and you could hear the music from the party a few floors down. It sounded distant, but you thought you could feel the bass vibrate through your chest. 

“You should probably get back to your date,” Bucky finally said. When you made no attempt to move, he spoke up again. “If I were him, I’d be wondering where you were.”

“You were him,” you whispered. Your voice trembled. “You were him and you stopped caring about where I was. So don’t act like it matters now.” 

“Y/N, it always matters to me—”

“No. You don’t get to do this to me. I loved you, Bucky. I loved you so much. I put everything into you. I know for you I was just a convenient fuck, but for me? Bucky, you were it for me. So you don’t get to—” You furiously wiped at the tears that had accumulated on your cheeks. “You don’t get to act like we are some tragic love story. You did this.” 

“I know I did,” he stressed. He took a step towards you, but stopped when you pressed yourself against the door. “Baby, please. You weren’t just sex for me, you have to know that. Maybe at first, but not after everything. Not after I got to know you.

“But I took you for granted, and that’s all I can think about these days. Jesus, I took you for granted. I wasn’t… whole when we got together. I’m still not. But you made me realize that I don’t have to be for someone to love me.” 

“Why are you telling me this? Am I supposed to be happy that you used me to figure yourself out?” You were being harsh, but the anger coursing through you had a mind of its own. 

“What? No, baby, that’s not what I meant at all,” he paused, tugging at his hair in frustration. “I’m telling you this because—well what the hell, this couldn’t be going any worse—because I love you, Y/N.” 

In all your months of dating, Bucky had never uttered those words. You had said them plenty of times, but he never reciprocated, always opting to press a kiss to your cheek or send you a smile instead. You knew it would take him a while, so you never pressured him. He left you before he could say it. 

“You what?” You sniffed. Your back pressed even further into the door. Bucky seemed encouraged when you hadn’t bolted out the exit and raised his hands in a placating gesture.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ve been such an idiot. God, have I been an idiot. It took me seeing you with some other guy to realize it. You came and went and I thought I was fine. I thought I didn’t need that kind of love in my life because of who I was, and that’s why I ended things. I couldn’t picture sharing my mind with someone else.” 

“But I told you, Bucky,” you retorted. “I told you I was there for the long haul. That you could tell me anything—or not tell me anything—and I would stay.” 

“I know you did, baby, and that’s why—” 

“Stop calling me that!” You rushed at Bucky, hands pushing lightly at his chest as tears ran down your face. “Stop calling me that when you don’t even mean it. I don’t know what kind of game you’re trying to play, but stop trying to hurt me.” 

He wrapped his hands around your wrists, head tilting to meet your watery eyes. “I’m not playing a game, Y/N, I’m telling the truth. I know it’s hard to believe me after everything, but I love you. I love you, and I’m sorry. I will never stop being sorry.” 

Your bottom lip trembled as he stared at you, sincerity shining in his eyes. “You haven’t spoken to me in months. You—you acted like I didn’t exist.” 

“I know, baby. I know,” he lifted his hands from your wrists and let his fingers wrap around the back of your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut at the familiarity of his touch. “I regret that so much, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t come to terms with anything. I needed to pretend it didn’t exist. I needed to pretend I never had you.” 

“Why?” You were exasperated, hands coming up to grasp at Bucky’s on your face. “Why did you need to do that, Bucky. We were happy, or at least I was. Why couldn’t you stay?” 

A soft, pained smile found his lips as he brushed the tears from your face. “I didn’t know what I was leaving behind.” 

The door to the roof swung open, Steve Rogers making a grand entrance. “Y/N? You up here? Tony’s about to make the speech and he says you have the cards.” He stopped when he took in the scene in front of him, Bucky’s hands keeping you in place as his eyes searched yours. 

“I have to go,” you whispered. 

“Please don't,” he whispered back. You felt his fingers shake as you removed his hands from your face. He could smell your perfume when you turned away from him. 

Steve gave his friend a sympathetic look as he guided you out the exit and towards the elevator. Bucky could hear him checking in with you and offering you his pocket square to dry your tears. 

Bucky stayed on the roof for the rest of the night. 

~~

He thought he heard knocking. It was soft, so much so that if he didn’t have advanced hearing, he would have missed it. Bucky glanced over at the clock by his bed reading out 3 am, and tiredly rubbed his sleepless eyes. 

He cautiously cracked the door open and was met with your nervous gaze, weight shifting from one foot to the other. 

“Y/N,” he greeted, shock clear in his voice. 

“Did you mean it?” You cut to the chase. “Did you mean everything you said on the roof?” 

You were still wearing your dress from earlier, the straps off center and your heels hanging from your fingertips. Your cheeks were wet again and your lip was pulled between your teeth as you waited for Bucky’s answer. 

“What? I—yes, of course I did.”

And then you were against him. Your heels soundlessly dropped onto the carpeted floor of the hall as your lips pushed him into his room. His hands found your waist immediately, muscle memory knowing exactly where they belonged. He kissed you like it was the only thing he knew how to do; like it was the only thing he could do. 

He swung the door shut with his foot and pressed you against it, body desperately prone to yours. His mind was racing, not believing that you were here; that you were in his bedroom for the first time in months, kissing him like you loved him. Kissing him like you used to. 

Months of lingering gazes and tumultuous thoughts went into his kiss and his hands and his hips against yours. He groaned at the feeling, pure bliss coursing through his body. His sounds encouraged you to press even harder. 

His lips found your neck and your shoulders. They traveled anywhere he could reach and longed for more. His thumbs pressed into your hip bones as he pulled you in closer, the soft flesh under your dress relishing in the feeling. Your labored breaths displaced his hair as he nipped at your neck, a soft moan escaping his lips when you reached up to tug at the strands. 

When your hands fumbled at the ties on his pants, he broke the kiss, forehead resting against yours and his breathing erratic. “Hold on, baby. Just wait a second.” 

You huffed, wild eyes meeting his. “You don’t want this?” You asked. He pressed another kiss to your lips, just because you were letting him. 

“I want this more than I’ve wanted anything for a long time,” he began, bringing his thumb up to brush your cheek. “But you have to know, this isn’t all I want. This isn’t going to be like last time.” 

“Bucky, I know. You don’t have to keep explaining yourself,” you said, chest meeting his with your heaving breaths. 

“I do, doll.” He hadn’t called you that in a long time. Just the sound of it from his lips was enough to give you a high. “I’m going to do this right this time. This isn’t going to be about sex. Last time it was, and I lost you.” 

“You never lost me, Bucky. Not really. As much as I tried to forget you, it never worked.” He leaned up and pressed his lips to your forehead, eyes squeezing shut. It almost felt anguished. 

“I am so in love with you. I’m so sorry, doll.” 

“Hey, Bucky, look at me,” you cooed, bringing his eyes to yours. “We’re okay. It might take some time, but we’re gonna be fine.” 

His eyes were glossy, but he looked more hopeful than he did on the roof. His face was twisted in a grimace, as if everything leading up to this moment was pressing down on his shoulders at a tortuous speed. 

“You don’t have to say yes,” he began, eyes flitting back and forth between yours. “But did you want to stay with me tonight? I won’t… try anything. I just want to hold you, if that’s okay.” 

“I think that would be okay.” 

And he did hold you—as if his life depended on it. His arms pulled you to his chest and his face burrowed into your shoulder, and the ache he couldn’t quite place ever since the night he left you seemed to dissipate. He didn’t sleep that night, but somehow he felt more rested than he had in months. 

Your lips were generous and warm against his neck as you slept, and he hoped that when you woke up, you would still believe that his love was worth the wait; that he was worth the wait. 

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[lssugaluv]

From Closures to New Beginnings.”

 This is part 8 to the “My First” series. 

Sorry for taking so long to upload. I have entered a brain fart with this series. I originally had this written but I decided to make a few changes. As I tried, I entered a brain fart so I decided to take a break from it. Now I am back. 

Please share or interact. <3 

Contains: Angst, yelling, quick makeout sesh, mentions of sex, injuries, reassurance, fluff moments. 

Time Skip Atsumu. 

For part 7, click here: “My Family” Part 7 of “My First” series.

You wake up the next morning and first take a shower. You then grab Benji to shower him. You had to get situated with your job transfer and new home. You decided it was best to find an apartment that was big enough for you and Benji.

Your phone rang and you saw it was Atsumu. You pick it up to hear his voice. "Y/n, meet me outside your home in 5." You quickly put on a matching track suit that was colored lilac and had your hair pinned with a clip. You then put on some slippers and walk out.

Atsumu arrived and he had a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand, while he had a dinosaur shaped cotton candy for Benji. "Can you bring Benji please?" The pretty setter asked as he handed you the bouquet. You ask your mom to put the flowers in a vase while you pick up Benji.

Benji saw his dad and ran to him. He yelled when he handed him the cotton candy. You three had a seat on the front porch's steps. It was a nice day outside, it was fresh but sunny. Benji sat on the grass eating his cotton candy while you and Atsumu began to conversate.

"Have you spoken to Akira?" You say as you place your hand under your chin. "No, not yet." You turn to him and tried to convince him too. "Look Atsumu. I know all this is new, but I didn't come back for you to cancel your whole plans. I came back so you can have a relationship with your son. You and I don't have to be together just because of Benji." He turned to you and answers your sentence. "I meant when I said I searched for you. I really wanted something with you. That night, it wasn't just another "sex" time. I made love to you. You mesmerized me. You were completely different from any girl I've ever dated or slept with."

You giggled a bit while he leaned his head on your shoulder. "Why does it feel like we're back in high school, but with a whole ass child." You ask as you both began to laugh. "Talk to her. If you want something with me, we both need to prove it to each other. But she also deserves closure." He agreed with you and took his leave.

                              Atsumu meets with Akira in her home.

" I came to talk to you Akira." Akira allowed Atsumu in her home. She looked like she cried all morning. "I want to apologize. I know this is all sudden. I came to properly call it quits with you. That's what you deserve, a proper closure." Akira stands up and puts her arms around the pretty setters’ strong shoulders. "After all we've been through, you decide to leave me?" She says as she pecks his lips. "I can't do this." Atsumu tries to respectfully push her away.

  "What am I?! What are we?!" The supermodel began to once again raise her voice at him. "Look, there was a point in life where I did fall for you. But I just never can get her out of my head." Akira slapped him straight to the face. He took the slap because he felt like he deserved it. "So you used me? You used me to forget about her?" She began to cry and Atsumu wiped her tears with his thumbs. She hugged him and began to cry. "I don't deserve this." He hugged her tighter and agreed with her.

  Akira pulled Atsumu's face towards her and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He tried to resist but she always had him wrapped around her finger. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they walked to her couch. She sat on him and slowly started to move her hips on his growing buldge. He felt his phone vibrate and he stopped kissing her, though she proceeded to his neck.

  She was leaving small bruises on his neck to remind him that he belonged to her. He looks at his screen while making small groans. He saw you were calling him. He quickly pushed her off of him and answered. "Y/n?!... Sorry I'll be there quickly."

Akira looks at him as he began to fix his shirt. "I need to go. My son fell and is going to the hospital." Akira tried to stop him by clinging herself on to him and continued kissing his neck. "Akira stop! I didn't come to have sex, I came to end things. I can't get married with someone I don't truly love. You and I were addicted to sex. That was the only thing that kept us together. You knew I was never happy with you. She's back. She's back with my baby. I need to be with her."

  Akira began to yell and tug his shirt. "You can't leave me!!" He grabbed her arms off his shirt and said "I'm sorry." He placed the ring on her table and exited her home.

Atsumu gets to the hospital where he sees Benji have a small cast around his arm. He quickly ran to you and hugged you. "What happened?" You told him that Benji was hyper and began jumping on the bed. "I- I told him to stop and he didn't. He fell as soon as I turned around and broke his arm."

Atsumu grabbed your head and pulled you to his shoulder. You got small faint of expensive perfume. You then looked up to see the small hickeys on his neck. You pulled away from his grasp. "Did you guys make up?" He looked at you confused. "What are you talking about y/n?" You then walk him to the nearest mirror in the hospital room and showed him his hickies. "I didn't know she did that. I really went for closure." You began to push him away. "Why did you come here? Why won't you go back to her?" He scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "I called off my wedding. I was never in love with her. I tried too but she was in denial. She came up to me and began to kiss me. That was all. Because of you, nothing else happened and I thank you."

"What are we Atsumu?!" He once again hears those words, but now coming from you. "We're Benjiro Miya's hot parents." He says trying to lighten up the mood. He grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle kiss. "I promise you that I ended things with her. I left the ring on her table. I told her I was sorry, but I was meant to be with you y/n." You then gave him a tight hug. "You really drive me nuts Sumu." He gave you a peck on the cheek. "Let me drive you crazy in bed sweet heart." You playfully hit his arm and then heard a knock on the door. The doctor came in and told you guys how to treat Benji's broken arm.

Before you guys exited the hospital, the doctor asked Atsumu for a picture. He accepted and you three walked out to go to the car. Once in the car Atsumu asked you if you can stay at his place. "I really need you and Benjiro." You agree and hold on to his hand.

Afterthought:

• I'm so happy that y/n did believe him. She knew deep inside that this must've been hard on Akira to begin with.

• See you on the next chapter. :-)

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How about makeout headcanons for Nagito and Kokichi?

❝MAKE-OUT❞

Synopsis; What making out with them is like.

Featuring; Kokichi Oma and Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Warning(s); Kiss kiss fall in love. (Also established romantic relationship!)

Kodzumie’s Note; Aaah, of course! This was fun to imagine and write, thank you for your request! And so sorry for the delay, but I hope you enjoyed! I hope you’re having a lovely day. Muah! <3

➤ KOKICHI OMA

⤷ In his entirety, Kokichi relishes the unpredictability within the day-to-day. He basks in the adrenaline of being unaware; hopelessly living in the present without hinting towards the anticipated future.

⤷ And thus, this ideal blends between your kisses, a tang in the envelopment of your lips. Even as his heart hammered within his chest upon the mere intimacy itself, he yearned for more; he yearned for the visage of surprise in which overcomes your features, a sight he could drown within.

⤷ At every unsuspecting moment, he’ll disrupt a tender, delicate kiss with the nibble of your bottom lip. Grazing his teeth against the plush skin, he engulfs the skin between his own lips and suckles, savoring your gasps.

⤷ His adoration lies within the way you gasp; squirm; writhe in shock; unsuspected moans. He smothers himself in the glory of throwing you for a loop, leaving you unaware of what he’d dare do next.

⤷ The rough, aggressive overlapping of your lips at times halted by the whimpers of your boyfriend as he converts from the starved fauna into a tenuous whisp; contrasting heavily to the depraved smothering of your lips upon his gentle brushes, and tentative sucks.

⤷ Naturally, Kokichi is a wanderer. His hands grasping upon your shoulders to provide him a proper angle. Yet in strive for the delectable shock he’d wished to wash you within, his hands roam your figure; rubbing and squeezing at the supple skin.

⤷ A euphoric jolt shooting through him upon the sensation of your skin beneath his palm. It’s a poignant grip atop your ass that elicits a gasp in which he swallows with yet another envelope of your interlocked lips.

⤷ But his favorite moments are the aftermath; pulling away to gaze upon your countenance. He smothers himself in the delight of witnessing you in such a state. Your lips dampened with his saliva, eyes lidded—the swirl of arousal prominent—as your gaze interlaces amongst his own lilac hues of stimulated zeal.

⤷ Your make-out sessions are always held in secluded areas, preferably the comfort of your own home. Per the request of Kokichi himself, truthfully.

⤷ He isn’t a fan of publically displaying such ministrations and despises the possibility of being caught by another in such a vulnerable moment reserved for you two. So he restricts himself from starting anything within a public domain.

⤷ It may not be vivid to the bystander but Kokichi truly does value his reputation and individual association with his identity. The last thing he wants to be remembered for is that one time he’d been caught practically sucking your face off.

⤷ Thus, he avoids making-out anywhere other than your home. For his sanity and—as he puts it—for your own sake.

⤷ At times it may come off as though he doesn’t want to be associated with you, brushing off your relationship as—through distortion—embarrassing. But he assures you time and time, again, that it isn’t anything of the sort.

⤷ Truth be told, Kokichi views such intimacy as a form of vulnerability; he’s lowered his exterior walls of a deceitful, antagonistic trickster to one in which he’s serene, your lover.

⤷ So it’s truly as he promises; a truth splayed from the tongue of a liar. He adores you, he appreciates your dedication towards him despite his infuriating demeanor, and he loves every moment you two share.

⤷ Though he may not verbally admit such things, far too direct of a confession for his tastes, it’s a truth from the innermost corners of his heart.

⤷ And while he may be unable to converse such utterances laced within the concoction of romance, he hopes the unspoken language of his lips may convey the words he’s unable to voice; a confession from within the cavern of his adoration.

⤷ Make-out sessions with Kokichi are bustling with excitement; rapid thumping of mutually synchronized hearts beating to the rhythm of your curious grips. An engagement of unspoken promises through the grazing of teeth and the lapping of tongues.

⤷ To your boyfriend, these moments are a period of absolute submission; subduing to the seconds of vulnerability—exposure—to your affections. And with labored breaths amongst his marked lips, he swears he’d ravage for another moment akin.

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

⤷ Much like his self-deprecating comments, the utterances of such seep into the tip of his tongue with a tang of reluctance. With every press of his lips against yours, he falters.

⤷ A plague within the encompass of his mind, he doubts himself; he doubts his worth once more. It’s a vicious cycle you’d attempted to assist him in conquering, but old habits are hard to break. Especially a mentality in which he’d believed with his entirety.

⤷ He relishes each moment, he loves the feeling. He adores the exhilarating sensation of your tongue trailing along his own, your lashes fluttering against the pallid skin of his cheek which roseates in a tint of delight. Comparing your kisses to the grace of a divinity themself.

⤷ And thus, he views himself as undeserving. The essence of your lips grazing his own in a daze of arousal was much-too lucid for him to he worthy. What right did scum like him have to engage in such intimacy with you?

⤷ Amidst the envelopment of his lips atop yours, he couldn’t help the guilt bubbling within him. A searing poison surging through his veins in painful flames of innermost rejection. He doesn’t deserve you, he knows he doesn’t. But it’s that carnal instinct that yearns for more.

⤷ His kisses are sloppy; hungrily suckling at your bottom lip in attempts to draw out your mewls, a crescendo he swore he could listen to on repetitive stereo. His hands cupping the plush skin of your cheeks, thumb brushing over your chin in the haste of his cradle.

⤷ Albeit his haste had blurred the lines of his restraint, he relished and basked amongst each moment. Savoring the essence of your celestial heart seeping into the taste of your tongue interlacing with his; your heart which thumped with desire. An insatiable desire for him.

⤷ The ideal alone fueling him with fervor; parting his lips wider, sucking harsher, fingers digging into your plush skin. It was as though the initial reluctance—the blossomings of his guilt—had evaporated into a mist of arousal. A covetous yearning for more of you.

⤷ And if you, by chance, happen to claw at him; grasping at his skin with such aggression, conveying your desire for him to be closer—to be one with you in sync—he’ll lose himself entirely.

⤷ A feigned madness interlaced with the searing cocktail of desire flushing through him by the minute, cleansing him of his former disillusioned morale; a sense of humbling.

⤷ Make-out sessions with Nagito transpire from a sea of hesitancy into a waterfall of avaritia. Showering within the waters of your affection, he engages with a thirst for your taste which cannot be quenched until his lips envelop yours.

⤷ They’re messy; rushed with a mutual desire to appease the sparks of stimulation as well as relish the infrequent form of intimacy. It’s rather rare for you two to be tied together, bound by the clutches of your mutual yearning grips as the envelopment of your lips ensues.

⤷ Thus, such moments are cherished. Especially with the prior guilt your beloved boyfriend had withheld.

⤷ In all honesty, he feels an increduous amount of guilt for hogging you all to himself; someone as unworthy as him. So make-outs in semi-public areas would cause him to lose sight of the affection and indulge in an abyss of self-degradation once more.

⤷ With the thought of others near—others that are much more deserving of your affections than scum like him—he falters almost entirely. A vivid rejection within the way his lips still against yours.

⤷ It isn’t a rejection of your ministrations, per se, but a rejection of his own stimulation and regretful delight.

⤷ No matter your reassurance, he still views himself as unworthy. The idealistic of condemning himself to the role of a mere stepping stone embedded within him, rending him a side character in his own life.

⤷ Though you do insist he’s worth much more, it’s a fixation of mind; an instintual foundation of his beliefs. He’s capable of sprouting from such expectations, but it’ll take time to prick the seed embedded within him.

⤷ It’s in these moments, Nagito finds himself subduing to avaritia. Sinking his teeth into the fruit of his desires as he plunges for yet another kiss; yet another taste of you.

⤷ Make-out sessions with Nagito are—to their very core—a delve into innermost covet. They’re a period of haste, a test against time in which you mutually strive for all that you could withdraw. They’re spontaneous yet coordinated; plotted even through clouded minds.

⤷ They’re the embodiment of growth; learning to acknowledge self-worth; learning to engage as you truly deserve; learning to withhold a stable supplement of avarice; learning to love and allow oneself to be loved.

⤷ Every envelopment of your lips a shared promise of your hopeful tomorrow. A hope that you’ll be hand-in-hand the following day. A hope that there’s mutual reciprocal within your relationship. A hope—that Nagito selfishly clings to—you’ll be able to share this moment again soon.