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thewritersaddictions · 2 years ago

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2023 : Eddie Munson- Episode 2 Disappearing Man

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC!Lilly Miller

Pov: Dustin Henderson

Warnings: Middle of Season 4, Flahsbacks, Fighitng Vecna, Angst, Dustin, Wayne, Steve, Nancy, and Robin Mentioned, eddie is missing, back in 1986.

Summary: Back in 1986, Eddie is missing. He never made it through the gate. Can the gang, and the other work without having Eddie. What is Dustin supposed to tell Wayne Munson?

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 4.6k

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"What the fuck!?" Where is he? He was supppoed to make it through the gate? "Eddie?" I scream through the gate. It's like an echo, but nobody is there. Not from where I can see. It's the fucking ceiling for crying out."Eddie? Did he not make it through the gate?" Steve asks as he gets back onto his feet. Now that mostly everyone is back, Max is sitting with her headphones on and listening to her music. Vecna is coming regardless. "I think Vecna might have gotten him," I say. The words hurt more even has they come out.

Steve shakes his head like him saying the words will make whatever I'm thinking less true. "No way, I bet he's just fucking with us."Steve says simply. "We should probably get the hell out of here dingus." Robin says, "Where's Eddie?" She asks like she hasn't been listening to out conversation. "Dustin guys we need to leave." Nancy yells from the other side of the trailer. "We can't stay here for to long." Max interupts her, "We can go over to my trailer. My mom is at work tonight." She offers.I stutter between the gang.

I can't leave this trailer without knowing where the fuck Eddie is, but the logner I stand the longer Robin and Steve stare at me. The longer, and harder it hits me that he isn't here, and he's not there either. I take one more look up at the gate. I swallow hard and walk towards the front door."Well let's go," I say quickly as I shut the lights off, and walk out onto the small porch. running with the gaggle of these people. Who never has the plan to figure this shit out. I wondered for only a moments time before I throw open Max's front door.

The lights were all off, and as the gang of us pilled in we found spots on the couch. Regardless of Eddie being there or not we were still in a fight with a supernatural scary ass fuckin’ monster we knew nothing about. “Dustin, you said you had an idea.” Steve reminded me. “Shit yeah I’ve got an idea. But I don’t think it will work now that Eddie is gone. We were supposed to have all eight of us…” The words in my throat died, just as Eddie probably. The upside down in a scary horrible place, and even if I’ve never been there I know better then to think that anything good will ever come from it.

Eddie’s house is a grand mess and I stare from the window. Hoping and wondering he’ll step out of the front door. Maybe it was all just a huge joke. “Dustin. Come on dude we need that big ego plan of yours.” Steve throws out into the air. I snap my head from the window still I’m in my own thoughts. “Has anyone tried Will, and Mike?” Nancy barks out. The face of everyone changes, and fear hits everyone but not as strong as it hits Nancy. “I’ll call.” Max rings out, and as we wait for the phone to pick up in California I have to rethink my plan.

The phone donesn’t pick up and Max stands with sadden shoulders. “Nobody has picked up, it just rings until the line cuts out.” She slowly walks back over to couch. “Are you sure that you’re putting the right numbers in?” Steve asks with a bit of harshness behind his words. Max rolls her eyes, and sighs heavily. “Of course I’m putting the right number in asshole.” I look around the room, “I have a new plan, and since we don’t have to hide away with Eddie we can work a little bit faster.” I mutter, by teeth grabbing my lips.

“Shoot the plan out kid.” Steve is trying to get this over and done with. There’s to much danger in this whole thing. “You know that gun army store?” Steve brows go down, nut Nancy perks up. “Yeah all the rednecks go there say the end of the world is coming.” “We can go there and get weapons to fight and kill Vecna.” Nancy agrees with me shaking her head, Lucas and Max are off in the distance. Lucas is so scared about losing Max that it makes me for a quick second think of Suize. “Well let’s go, before another gaping hole sucks another one of us in it.”

Erica yells out. It’s to early in the morning but getting somethign to drive into town wouldn’t be bad of an idea esicaplly since Lucas basketball friends are looking for him and any of his friends. Including me. “We have to wait till morning, we start running out of here guns blazzing stealing someone car that’s just a good way of getting attention.” Robin makes sense to most of the group. “How about we try to get some rest before we have to go fight this freak creature.” Steve says. It’s hours past, and I’m still sitting here infront of the window. Staring at Eddies front door.

Nobody has come or left. I feel the couch shift, and I swallow hard. “Kid, he’s not coming back. You know what happens in the upside down.” I heard Robins voice. As much as it’s comforting it just hurts my heart even more. With Steve no longer in school, I feel even more lonely. Yeah sure Mike is still there but there’s something different about him. Lucas is trying desperately to get into a different group leaving behind the gang we had made at the start of middle school. “There’s no way that he’s gone though. He was my only friend.”

I mumble out. My knees shift on the couch and I land on my ass. My head hitting the back of the couch. I hear a low sigh. “You’ve got other friend Dustin. Steve is still very much your friend. Trauma bonds a lot of people.” Robin has always been the smart one. “I…” My words can’t manage to get out. “What do you mean that your only friend is Eddie?” The sound of Steve voice makes me wanna roll my shoulder together, and become a snail. “Dustin… What do you mean?” There’s so much tense that I can’t bear it anymore.

The tears fall, and for once I can’ bear the weight of everything that been falling apart for the last four years. I’ve been losing control of my life, of my friends, of my friendships for far to long and losing Eddie was the last strike to my crumbling state. “Oh Dustin.” Robin says moving in to hug me. There’s a look of deviation in Steve’s face. Robin rolls her eyes and forces the unconfrotanaily man to come over and hug his teenaged best friend. “I’m sorry Dustin, I… I just don’t want you to think that you and I aren’t friends anymore. Of course we’re friend and of course I still care about you even if I’m not there at school anymore.” Steve rambles on.

My tears don’t stop not even when Nancy and Lucas wake up ready to leave for the WAR ZONE. “I’m sorry about Eddie” Steve apologies as we all walk out of Max trailer. We walked to Steve place, finding that his car was still in the parking space. “We’ll take this to the war zone you were talking about, and then we can do what we need to do from there. Deal.” Steve spoke to all of us. Looking through the rearview mirror. The drive was quiet as Max and Lucas whispered to each other Erica is pressed into the back of the seat and window. Robin and I sat in the second row behind the drivers and passenger seat.

“So at the War zone. What’s the idea after that?” I hear Steve ask from the front seat. He’s looking at me through the rearview mirror. There’s a wonder in his eyes, like he is asking me to guide us through another round of hell. Steve’s been around for a while now. He knows the ins and outs of what happens alongside the upside down. Everything we do is horrible, and has death stamped across the front of it. It’s like purposely going back into the crime scenes. With the tape that tells you that you aren’t allowed to come in. The yellow tape that screams at you to not be a nosy nelly.

Still the gang of us have gotten pretty good at being nosey nellys. “Well I was thinking that… that um since Eddie isn’t here anymore…” There’s a long moment. Long pregnant moment of silence that erupts through the car. At the mention of his name everyone is quiet. “Look, I thought that Steve and I could head up to the trailer. Deal with those bats.” Steve shakes his head with agreement but he’s still lost. Forever lost in a bout of blindness and just plain stupidity. “Nancy and Robin, you two are okay with killing that Vecna son of a bitch.” There’s a solid head shake from Nancy in the passenger seat. She’s more than willing, more than wanting.

“Oh fuck yeah Nancy!” Robin seems more than ready to kill that son of a bitch Vecna. “Max and Lucas and Erica you guys are still a go for Vecna house in not the upside down.” I throw my question into the back of the car. There’s one hum, then a second. Max is trying desperately to stay in her head in her music. There’s a verbal confirmation from Lucas.

“I’m fuckin’ ready.” Is all Lucas says before going back to watching his not ex-girlfriend. “So that settles it then. Everyone has a spot to be at for this fight.” Steve murmurs from the driver's seat. I shake my head and look back out into the passing trees, and the numbing roads that lay underneath us. When we made our way into the parking lot of the war zone it was like the world was ending.

Well to everyone else around us they thought it was ending. We were in the middle of a war with Russia, and everyone around Hawkins knew or at least had heard that it was a haunted place. A cursed town that brought nothing but death and horror to all. From young to old, and everyone in between. There was a sense of growing panic in the parking lot, there was no spot. Not big enough to fit the large family car we are all stuck in. And not small enough for even the smallest of cars. So we round around the back.

The back is also full, but there’s a spot that nobody has taken. Steve pulls in and is quick to turn around before looking at the bunch of us. “Erica, Robin, nance and Dustin will all go inside. We don’t need those football guys chasing after you Lucas.” There’s a snort that leaves Erica, and then a slap from her older brother hitting her hard on the forearm. “Come on kids, before the world ends.” I heard Steve shout from the outside of the car. Robin is quick to make it out of the car.

Erica is hopping over Steve’s backseat, and thank god he wasn’t paying attention. I’m not the last one out but then there’s Nancy. The five of us walked and to say that this War Zone was not a disaster would be a lie. Long lines of people searching for the compact gear, lines that wound up all the way at the front of the store for check out. The guns were in the back and Nancy was gone. Robin and Steve go off into a direction with a cart in Robin’s hands.

Erica and I rush to get a cart and move around the flooded isles. I have a handful of weapons. There’s an assortment of different things in my hands. I try to hide and not get noticed by the older adults. I swing left and right between the legs of the large crowds. When I made it back to the cart. Erica had already stuffed it full of fuel and anything else that she thought could kill Vecna. “Dustin.” I heard Erica says her voice was low even in the loud and large crowd I could hear the panic.

“The jocks.” Was all she had to say. From my point of view Nancy was by the guns. Jason was cornering her, but his lackeys were already on the search for us. Like bloodhounds that had already caught the scent. I look around the wave of people, searching and eye out for Robin and Steve. They looked like they had just seen death itself appear in front of them. When Steve's eyes caught mine we had the same idea. “It’s time to move out before we fucking get caught.” I whispered over Erica. She was quick to get into action. Swerving in and out of people's way to make it to a cashier.

Robin and Steve met us there a few seconds later. Shoving shit from both of our carts on the convatoebelt. The older gentleman that was ringing us up wanted to have a full blown conversation with us. “Oh are you guys as nervous as the rest of them out there?” He asks his voice a little low and a little grim. Steve was silent as ever, but on the other hand Robin was ready for an uncomfortable conversation.

“Yeah, just as nervous. Just wanna get home and stay safe sir.” At least she was direct. Before Erica and I knew it Steve was paying for the batch of things we had grabbed and Nancy was pulling the car to the front. A nice shotgun laid on the floor of Steve’s car. “Get your asses in. They know we are here.” Steve had never thrown shit too fast into the back of his car so fast. Jamming himself into the back seat between Lucas and Max. Robin grabbing the passenger door open, Erica and I climbed into the back.

My heart was racing against my chest, and I felt like I was going to explode. All I could think of was that finally that was over. All we had to do now was kill that son of bitch who was on a killing spree. Sadly without Eddie’s help. Nancy drove for what seemed like hours. The road passed us with great speed, and Steve in the back seat telling his ex-girlfriend. “Hey, drive my car nicely, she isn’t a hunk of junk.” “Oh shut it Steve I got us out of there didn’t I?” The conversation ended there.

As we sat in the car I wondered about Mike, Will, and El. I wondered what was happening why they hadn’t answered the phone. I wondered if maybe they were also dealing with as big of a problem as we were. The passing trees turned into black and my eyes closed for the first time in at least twenty four hours. Sleep took its course, but the dreams that followed were more like nightmares.

Nightmares of what the world was coming to around us. After nearly three years of dealing with this upside down shit you’d think that we were all almost champs about it. Taking the battle we had dealt with in stride, but that was never the feeling. The feeling of dread was a better word for the ache that came into my chest. The ache of knowing that we might lose more. We might come out with more than a few cuts and bruises.

In my nightmares. The sky was red, and the road was made up of ashes and dead bodies. This was the reality of what would or might happen if the seven of us didn’t make it in time to save the whole fucking town of Hawkins. It’s funny how yeah we had saved the town not just once, twice, or three times. This was the fucking fourth time we’d be saving them from the deal with death.

A monster was coming to collect on a debt. A monster was coming to collect on a debt that the Hawkins people were not sure how they had incurred. Eddie was flying in the sky, his body arched in impossible ways, and then all of the sudden Steve was there. Body bending bones cracking and eyes bleeding.

The people, my friends. The ones that I loved and cared for deeply, and all in a row came up and into the dark red sky bending and contorting into painful shapes. The scream of horror as each person moved in unbelievable ways. The horrible screams that came from me as each person died in front of me.

I was awoken by shaking. Vigor shaking. Steve was staring down at me. ‘Dustin are you alright? You’re screaming in your sleep.” I tried to mumble a response, but no words managed to come out. Nothing I could think was going to claim my racing heart. Nothing that Steve was, or might prepare to say was going to fix the fact that I had just had a nightmare. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asked me softly. He bent at his knees, and that’s when I realized we had stopped. I looked around.

A bright green vibrant field of grass laid out in front of us. “Where are we?” I tried to move the conversation anywhere other than my nightmares. “Dustin, don't try to move away from the question. Tell me please.” Steve had started to act like my bigger brother, one that I had never gotten the chance to get. “Nightmare Steve. It was fucking nightmare.” I rambled on, the words came out hotter than intended. There was a moment of silence between the two of us and then I noticed how quiet it was and that nobody was in the car.

“I get them too.” Steve was looking down at the ground beneath his feet. “What? For how long?” I started to question him. “Since um… since the fight with Billy at Joyce's house.” For almost two years. I remember driving back in the car with Max horribly driving Steve laid across the back were the only bandaids we could find in Joyce’s bathroom.

“For two years Steve. Why didn’t you tell anyone, or me?” I was angry, but the more I thought the sadder I got Steve had been hiding this from everyone. “I call Robin when I get them she comes over and stays for most of them. We talk a lot about them.” I looked over my shoulder and Robin was eyeing the both of us. “She’s really helpful.” Steve mentions as he drags my attention back to him. “Look Dustin you don’t have to tell me, but I understand. Why don’t we get to work on some shields?”

I shake my head and I get out of the car. I look around. Lucas and Erica are making knife sticks. Like javels you see that knights used to carry around with them. Not a bad idea if we were trying to kill fish in the olden days. Nancy is trying desperately together with Robin to make motlovs. Shoving a shit ton of gasoline into empty vodka bottle. Fire and glass a nice touch if I do say so myself.

We walk together, not close but close enough that when Steve and I reach the set up of half assed shields. Steve doesn’t say anyting rather instead handing me an old trahscans lid. Metal and sturddy enoug hto handly getting hit with a dozen or more demon bats. “I see the got those two to work with each other for the first time. I hear grunting and there a sort of shot gunny fire sound coming from the far right of us. “Does Max have the gun?” I ask without yet looking at her. There’s serious shock behind Steve’s eyes. Scared shock.

“Yeah I tired to take it away froim her and she literally growled at me, and then shoved me to the ground. She’s fucking scary.” I can’t help but laugh at Steve. Yeah theres terror behind his words, and his actions so it as he looks quickly behind me to see if Max has heard him talking shit about her. “Nancy told Max that she could saw off the barrels of the shotgun since ya know they make a shit ton of tons all over the place. Nance wanted to see if she could get it to go full blast all at one time.” Steve goes on. He looks around the green summery field.

There’s a feeling in the air. I can’t describe it and I’m not sure that anyone else can.There’s terror, and a horrible sinking feeling in my chest but I ignore it. “So I was thinking about adding some more nails. Saw you grabbed some nails thought it might not be a bad idea.” Steve hands me a metal lid and I get to work. Hammering down the nails into the metal. I put my weight into my knees and hammered harder into the top of the metal lid. They hit the wood logs with a force that made it hard to pull the lid back and into my chest.

The upside down in a fucking mess. Steve had driven all of us towards Eddie’s trailer. The dark night sky making everything. We had changed into more tactical gear. Jeans that weren’t ripped, and thicker shirts. Steve throws his keys into Nancy hands. “You two be safe, and we will meet on the other side.” Nancy yells from the window as we walk back into Eddie’s trailer. The makeshift ladder still is there. From my guess Eddie’s uncle had never come back. Maybe he was staying somewhere else maybe he wasn’t ever going to come back.

Steve eyes the portal, the gate of horror. “You go first okay. I’ll keep an eye out and then I’ll be right up.” Steve is looking over at me. So I moved, I’m make haste to move up the makeshift ladder rope and back into the upside down. The landed in hard and make me head hurt but only for a moment, then Steve is right there next to me.

There’s no time to dilly dally. “You know how Eddie is metal? Kinda punk?” I’m looking over at Steve as we both get up and onto our feet. “Yeah what are you getting at kid?” I breath deeply. If I knew more about Eddie, I would say that he might come back and murder me. But since he wasn’t there and isn’t here. Then this is the only choice I have. “You had a guatitar was like his baby. So I was thinning he’s probably got at least a speaker or two in his room back there. Maybe you could play his guitar make some loud noises to drag…” there’s silence.

A long pregnant silence, that takes over the room. “Would he kill me if I touched his shit?” Steve asks. “Duh… Anyone would kill you if you touched their shit!” I roll my eyes at Steve rather dumbassery. Steve rubs his hands through his hair. Smoothing back his brown curls, curls that he’s been telling, teaching me how to make it perfect for the past three years now.

We are quick to get everything together. The two of us rushing into a messy, and dark bedroom. That yeah probably used to be filled with life, “You know that the upside down is actually fours years in the past. Sorta stuck.” Steve is murmuring things to himself. “What? Are you saying this is not now but four years ago?” My mind in yet another chase of thoughts as I try to understand what the fuck Steve just muttered to himself.

“Yeah like when Will disappeared that when this is stuck. Stuck when will went missing. So like earlier when Nancy went looking for her guns she wasn’t able to find them because according to her words ‘they don’t exist’” I stare at Steve. My mouth is getting further and further from being closed. I can only shake my head, “We have… we have to… we’ve got to get this done. Nancy and robin are on the way to killing Vecna and to two of us are sitting her like tow chicken with their heads cut off while talking about hsit that for right now doesn’t matter.”

The words all fall out, and Steve chuckles. Grabbing Eddies guitar, the strings play and we lock all the trailer locks. The only things that we can use is the outside to manage to get ourselves to the top ofthe trailer. Plugging in the long strings of lines hta make everything come to life. “Let’s go Steve.” I yell over to him, the sky is dark red and it reminds me of my nightmares from not to long ago. “I don’t know what to play?! I don’t even know how to play a fucking guitar!!” Steve yells back at me. I roll my eyes in frustration.

“Just play something! I know you’ve got it in you Steve!” I yell back there’s nothing besides hope in my words. Nothing biut hope and desire to make it out alive. The firs t few beats and strings that play through the speakers are uneven and not right. This sounds off. Sounds like this happened before. But this wasn’t Steve standing on the rough far from me. It feels like Eddie sould be standing next to me dragging a thousands demon bats attention towards us.

This all feels wrong.

I don’t remember much after that. I try ot not focus on it as we come back up from the upside down. As Steve helpes me limp back into the right side up. It’s a mess, the earth below us has cracks. “An Earthquake” Is what Hawkins citizens make it out to be. The sky isn’t red, but my ankle is swollen broken, or maybe just twisted. The mess of people is cause for concern. The people that are leaving Hawkins in a rush in a hurry to save their own lives before staying here in Hawkins to help other is scary.

More scary then knowing what sit underneath the town of Hawkins. The look on uncles Wayne’s face is painful for me to look at from across the crowded building. “I wish that everyone would have gotten to know him.” Wayne turns, and the words die in my thoart. “I just wanted you to know that Eddie died saving me… us my friends and I. He died a hero and… and he died doing what was best for all of us.”

The silence was long and pregnant and that was okay. “Thank you. You must be that uh… that uh kid he was always rambling on about… Said he had a few great ideas just needed to push himself a little bit more.” Wayne chuckled and then plopped down the chain into my hand. “Keep this boy. Hold it close to your heart and remember Eddie everyday.” Wayne got up and left the crowded building.

‘You did the right thing Dustin.” I heard Steve say under his breath. A hand sitting on my shoulder. My hand that Wayne had dropped the chance into squeezed hard around it. I feel cold, and like there’s something missing. I stand there still, and for the first time I feel the emotion.

The disappointing end.

Completed on: 04/07/23

Posted on: 04/17/23

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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Hi can you write Chris angst with happy ending, where the reader is younger than him and not from the US, Chris and reader have a fight and he says something he didn't mean, bc the reader didn't have anyone to go to so she went to chris' mom's house and tell her about the fight. Thank youu!

hello! I hope you enjoy this, this was probably the longest thing I've written as well, haha. thank you for sending it in!

warning - angst, happy ending.

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

While Chris is away at work, I usually stay at his house, which he says is mine. I make sure it’s spotless before he comes home. I look after Dodger and take him for walks. When I know Chris will be home, there’s always a hot plate of food ready for him and a nice cold beer. I have to admit. It was hard to get acquainted in a country I didn’t know that well. I was thankful for Lisa as she helped a lot.

The hardest thing about dating a well-known actor was the fans once they found out I was much younger than Chris. It was on, they’d try and make my life a living hell, and they made sure it was known I wasn’t deserving of a man like Chris Evans. But to them, no woman was unless it was themselves.

Chris has been distant lately. We used to talk all the time while he worked. Facetime, calls, texts. You name it, and we did it. But recently, he’s stopped. I receive one-word answers now and no good morning or goodnight texts, no I love you’s during the day. Just nothing…

Today, I cleaned the whole house, took Dodger to his usual dog park, fed him and made dinner. Making myself look presentable for Chris. The front door slams open as I finally sit down and start a movie while cuddling Dodger. An irritated Chris storms through, and he places his things down before turning towards me. A sneer appears on his face.

“So this is what you do all day? Just sit on your ass and watch tv?” Ignoring what I’m about to say, he stalks over to the kitchen and swings open the fridge door, grabbing a beer before popping the cap off and gulping most of it down. I slowly get up, feeling my chest tighten at his words. No hug, no gentle greeting. Just bitterness, like black coffee without the milk and sugar.

I give Dodger a small pat before heading into the kitchen, where Chris is drinking a second beer, leaning against the counter and glaring at the hot food on the stove. I nervously pick at my nails, carefully walking towards Chris and placing a soft hand on his arm. My mouth opens as I’m about to speak, but Chris’s head snaps toward me, and the harsh glare on his face causes me to flinch back.

“Can’t you just fuck off already?! You’re always fucking here! Always fucking texting and calling me! You’re so fucking clingy. You called me during work and interrupted a scene! You sit around here all day and do fucking nothing! I do all the fucking work, and I can’t even come home and get a fucking break!”

“I–I…” I try to blink away, the tears forming. Chris backs me into the table as his harsh words pierce through me. Spit flying from how angry he is.

“You– you what?! Huh?! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I can’t even feel my heart breaking as I take off. I don’t see Dodger running into the room and practically tackling his dad whilst barking. Everything is a blur, and I quickly run out of the house, not even daring to take a car, as that’ll just add to Chris’s hatred.

I’ve been running for a while, not knowing where I’d end up as I didn’t have anyone. My feet managed to take me to Lisa’s house, and I anxiously waited at the front door after knocking, thinking that maybe coming here wouldn’t be a good idea. I mean… What if she hates me too? What if I’m just a burden and I should just leave and never turn back, but before I can turn and try and find my way, the door opens.

“Y/n?” Lisa’s eyes widen at the sight of me before quickly ushering me in. I didn’t even notice I was crying or that my feet were bleeding, “oh dear, what happened?” I’m so spaced out that I don’t notice her leading me over to the couch and sitting me down. As Lisa returns with hot chocolate, a blanket is wrapped around my shivering form. Once she sets it down, she looks me over and takes my hand.

My mouth opens and closes for a while as I try to find the words. “I– uh, Chris… He came home….” I slowly take a sip of the drink in my hand, even though my stomach is in knots, and I feel like I’ll throw up at any minute. Lisa patiently waits for me to continue, knowing I need some time for my head to wrap around all of it. “He’s been distant lately and�� and he came home, said something about how I do nothing all day, and then, he disappeared to the kitchen. Already two beers in when I reached him….” I break out into a sob. Lisa’s hand connects with my back and gives it a rub.

“He– he, uh, said a lot of things… Mean things, and he told me to get out, so I ran, and this is where I ended up. I’m so sorry, Lisa. I’m bothering you.” I go to stand, but she quickly pushes me down before giving me a motherly hug.

“You’re never a bother, dear. My son shouldn’t have said or reacted like this, and I’m sorry for how he’s treated you. Now come on, let’s run you a bath and then you can sleep in the guest bedroom.” She stands, holding her hand out, and once I grab it, she leads me to the guest room before she heads into the bathroom, running the bath for me. Once she thinks it’s perfect, she comes out and informs me, and I head in. I strip down and hand her my clothes before relaxing in the tub.

As I sit there, the day catches up to me. A tear falls, and then another, until a full sob leaves my lips. I place my head into my hands at the feeling of heartbreak. My hand runs down my face. The stress of it all is visible on my face. I’m broken out of my daze when there’s a knock on the door, “I’ve placed a clean pair of clothes on the bed. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask, dear.” I mutter a thank you, deciding to get out and sleep the pain away.

I dried off and changed into the clean clothes put out for me before crawling under the covers, regretting sleep as my night was filled with nightmares. Waking up every two hours, sweat covering my forehead as a new nightmare has appeared. Soon the sun rose, and so did I, even more exhausted than I was before, slowly rising from the bed and pushing the covers off of me. I leave the room and head down to where Lisa is.

I stand in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I wish her a good morning. She spins, and her eyes widen at my state before she rushes over, “oh dear.” Her arms wrap tightly around me, I want to cry, but it feels like there’s nothing left. “Come, sit. I’ve made breakfast.” For a while, we talk and get things done around the house. It’s around the afternoon when we hear a knock on the door. Lisa lays a hand on my knee, excusing herself before going toward the front door.

My heart starts to race as I hear his voice. He seems to be pleading with his mother. I slowly stand before making my way over there, placing a gentle hand on Lisa’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Lisa, thank you.” She looks at me, and I nod, turning toward Chris as she leaves. His appearance is horrible, bags under his eyes, his eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and tears are rolling down his face.

“What do you want?” My arms cross, knowing I look just as horrible as him. His heart breaks even more at the sight. He goes to reach out, but I flinch away, and Chris feels his world shatter.

“I– I made a mistake. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t in the right, and I took it out on you, baby. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me.” At this point, big fat tears were leaving his pretty blue eyes. He continues to plead, beg, anything and everything, but my heart hurts too much to forgive him.

“I, uhm… think we should take a break for a while. It hurts too much to forgive you right now….” I bite my lip hard, trying not to break out into tears. “I’ll come to pick my things up later….” Chris’s mouth drops open as he begs for this not to happen, but my mind has been made up. The distance was one thing that went on for months, but the fight that’s what pushed this.

Chris watches as Y/n packs all of her things, both hearts breaking. Chris regretted everything the minute the words left his mouth, hell, even when he was distancing himself. Dodger hasn’t come close to him since then, but the moment the dog saw you, he was all over you, licking you and giving you attention. He hasn’t left your side since. Chris felt his world slipping through his fingers.

God, he wished that he had talked to you. He wished he talked about how stressed he was instead of distancing himself, and he wished that he didn’t let his co-workers or fans get to his head about how you were much younger than him, that you were taking him for granted. That one day, you’d look at him and realise you could do so much better, god. Chris wished he could go back and slap himself for being so stupid.

Once you got everything, you started to head out the door. You were saying a long goodbye to Dodger before you stood and looked at Chris. You get on your tippy toes and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I will always love you, and I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

A tear fell from the pair's eyes as one lover walked away from the other, not knowing they wouldn’t meet again for another couple of months.

During the time they were apart, Chris retired and decided to give therapy a try. Every day, he regrets it, choosing to spend time with family, not once looking for a relationship because he felt a piece of him was missing. Right now, Chris was at the store picking up some food. His relationship with Dodger took some time to heal.

Y/n, well. She decided to go back home for a while, needing to be around her family as she was so heartbroken. Just recently, she moved back to Boston because even though being with her family was lovely, she felt as though Boston was her home, but she still was missing a piece of her. Right now, she’s at the store because her fridge is empty.

The two soulmates didn’t realise they’d meet again.

Y/n goes to reach for a tub of ice cream, and at the same time, so does Chris. Their hands touch and they quickly jerk them away.

“Sorry”

“No– no, I’m sorry.”

Brows furrowed as the voice sounded familiar. They turned to look at each other, and that feeling of emptiness was suddenly filled when their eyes locked. Chris’s face goes red as he gestures to the ice cream, and Y/n grabs it whilst also grabbing another and carefully handing it to him.

They stand awkwardly for a moment, both trying to figure out the right thing to say.

“So… How’ve you been?” Y/n decides to start it off simple, feeling her heart hurt from how much she’s missed him, not the him she unfortunately saw but the one she fell in love with.

“Yeah, good, good. I– uh, retired and started therapy. How have you been?” Chris rubs the back of his neck as Y/n’s eyes widen.

“You retired?” He nods, explaining that he thinks it was time and that he’s been spending more time with his family. “I’ve– uhm. I’ve been good. I decided to move back, as you can see.” They and everyone else can feel the awkward tension, the ex-couple not knowing how to react.

Chris clears his throat before gesturing, “well– it was good seeing you, I should.” Y/n nods, agreeing. They start to separate ways for the second time, and god, is it heartbreaking for the two. At the same time, they turn and face one another before their items are dropped, and they move toward each other, Chris opening his arms and scooping her up as their lips meet.

It looks like something out of a movie to outsiders but to these two. It was like the piece that was missing was finally found.

They pull back for air, and their eyes are full of tears. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a fucking idiot. I never stopped loving you, and I should’ve talked to you instead of being an ass.” Y/n wipes the tear that falls from his eyes. Leaning forward, she places another kiss against his lips.

“I forgave you a long time ago, bubs, and I did say I will always love you.” We stare into each other’s eyes for a while until we both break out into laughter.

“We’ve become one of those cheesy romance movies, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, yeah, we have.”

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Sideways

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress! Reader RPF

Word Count: 4.8K (I promise this was supposed to be a drabble)

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, RPF. Angst, Chris being an insensitive jerk triggering childhood trauma, foot in mouth disease, dorky Chris, friends to enemies to lovers (kinda), fake date to fucking, finger fucking, oral sex (f receiving), raw sex, begging, praise/good girl kink, mirror sex, acrobatic sex, raw sex, talk of testing, allusions to m receiving oral sex and throat fucking. Fluff. Not Beta’d.

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You didn’t usually particularly enjoy promoting films, but you were loving this tour already because you were genuinely friends with all of the cast.

You were being pushed to the front row of seats on the full cast lineup as the breakout star, a young lieutenant of the Dora Milaje and Okoye’s new second in command who irritates and beguiles the new king. All of the remaining Avengers were in the film, in addition to surprise cameos from Chris and Scarlett.

You looked in the full length mirror of the hotel suite used for press, on this, the first day in New York. You straightened the bright blue blouse that set your dark skin off perfectly and smoothed the soft white leather leggings that fit your form perfectly. You made sure that the straps on your high heeled sandals were straight and then you looked at your ass in the mirror. You wouldn’t be showcasing it, but it was a habit.

You caught Chris’ eye as you looked back at it in the mirror. He was looking too.

You smirked at him as he winked, licked his lips and said, “Looks perfect,” and then he blushed and ducked his head as he went and got a bottle of water before sitting down.

You smiled to your self and turned back to the mirror, smoothing your hand over your twa, eyeing your curls to ensure they were in place.

The whole crew was amazing and funny as hell and took you in. You had a fight scene with Chris and Seb and they were nothing but professional with you; it turned out to be the highlight of the film.

Early on in the day, one interviewer from The Daily Geek asked about the scene.

“Chris, how did you handle getting your ass kicked by y/n? She made it seem pretty easy.”

Chris made a face and sat up straight. You did as well, realizing that you had been leaning towards him and that your shoulder was touching his across your director’s chairs. You cleared your throat and your nostrils, which had been taken over by his scent.

“Well, I wouldn't say she kicked my assss….”

Everyone in the interview protested at the same time while you grinned and popped an imaginary collar.

“Being a former gymnast helped me get flexible enough to kick his ass, I must say.”

“No, you really must not.”

Chris’ competitive side was coming out.

“C’mon, Evans. You were really hurting after that scene. Had to go cry in your trailer. Face it. That woman next to you kicked America’s Ass.” Anthony was yanking Chris’ chain.

Chris turned to you and appraised you, and you did as well, smile bright and playful until his eyes flicked down your body.

“Well, I might concede that. But only because this girl is like 90% muscle. She’s a beast.”

You cringed as Scarlett shifted in her seat behind you. Danai took your hand as she was seated on the other side of you. You’d confirmed how much you hated the term, ‘beast’ because of your childhood. Being the only black girl in your class was not fun most of the time.

“I think what Chris means is...” Seb tried to salvage it as Chris barreled on.

“She has Wakanda’s Ass. Look at it. And those thighs. Did you see how she choked me out with them? Those things are killer.”

You were also the smallest girl in your class for years, until you hit a growth spurt your sophomore year. Back then, everything about your body was made fun of. This day was not starting off well.

You stared at him like he was crazy while he pointed those ridiculous eyebrows at you.

“Really? I can’t fucking believe you. Fuck you, Chris. Fuck you sideways. Asshole.”

You got up and went into the bedroom of the suite, slamming the door. You heard a clamor of voices as your friends started admonishing Chris and his defensive tone as he responded.

Everyone took a break as Danai and Scarlett pulled Chris aside, whispering at him furiously. As he listened, Chris was mortified. He didn’t mean it like that, he insisted, but his friends weren’t having it. They pushed him toward the door of the bedroom.

You heard the knock and quickly wiped away your tears as you stood up from the bed. You held your head high as Chris approached, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you low.

You liked like a queen as Chris walked toward you, and he was moved by the slight tremble in your lips.

Those lips, which he’d memorized every curve and crevice and which he’d fantasized about for months since you’d wrapped filming. He’d made you cry, and he could have kicked himself.

“Y/N, I…”

And then you turned to look at him, tears welling up in your eyes. That broke him. He wanted to wipe the tear that rolled down your face away with his thumb, but he stayed well away, a little worried that you might really try to kick his ass.

Fuck fuck fuck! You thought to yourself. Why does my rage turn into tears? I don’t want this joker to think he got to me. But..

“Chris, you hurt my feelings.”

Shit. Why did you say that to him? He didn’t deserve to know that. With most people, you hid your real self away, for protection. It’s part of what made you such a good actor.

But with Chris, even though you spent a short time with him, you never needed to pretend anything. He was easy to talk to and the chemistry just flowed. Chris and Seb were only on set for a few days, but it was the highlight of the filming for you.

Both Chris and Seb had parted with the charge to ‘keep in touch,’ but you didn’t and you told yourself that it was because you were busy completing the film and life in general.

You would have hit Seb up, but he was always posting his girlfriend, so you didn’t want to be that girl, and hitting Chris’s phone always made you start to think. Since you didn’t want to examine what you were thinking, you never got around to texting him.

When the screenings started, all anyone would talk about was the chemistry between you and Chris. It was like Sebastian, who was also in the scene, wasn’t even there.

All three of you laughed about it when you reunited in New York for the first time last night. You all hung out at a bar early into the night, bundled into cars in the wee hours of the morning, and thankfully waking up to skilled makeup artists who could erase the night before from your faces.

Now, you probably looked like who shot John, and you hurried to the bathroom as you realized it.

Chris followed you and you gave him a dirty look in the mirror as he leaned against the door frame. He looked like a lost puppy, those big blue eyes trained on you and you almost forgave him. Almost.

“Y/n. I'm sorry.”

“I’m okay Evans, don’t worry about it. Get back out there before they think we’re screwing in here or something.”

Chris stood up and cleared his throat, the red creeping up from his neck to his face. He looked like he wanted to say something.

You were hella annoyed at him.

“What??”

He looked at you, looking nothing like Steve Rogers, ex- Captain America and everything like a cute dork and said, “You did say, ‘Fuck you, Chris.’”

The joke didn’t land. You glared at him in the mirror.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Okay, okay..”

He raised his hands and shook his head at Delores, the head of PR for the film, as she entered.

When you went back out, your chair had been switched with Danai’s and Chris looked like a little boy, sitting there dejected with his bottom lip slightly poked out.

“You’re gonna have to talk to him later you know. He didn’t mean anything by it. This is going to eat him up if you don’t let him off the hook.”

Danai whispered to you and you just cut your eyes at her and then over to Chris. You humphed, and then sat up in your chair as the next media outlet came in. Chris sat up straight as well, Steve Rogers all over his face.

It was a long day, made even more exhausting by the tension with you and Chris. Ignoring Delores’s placement, the entire cast rotated into the seat between you and him, claiming they could feel the bad vibes. You just rolled your eyes at each of them.

By the time the day was over, you jumped out of the chair and grabbed your bag, ready to jet to your place.

“Oh shit.”

Delores was on her phone and looked over at you.

“What is it.”

“There’s a new item tmz that talked about the tension this morning. Claims that you and Chris hate each other.”

You looked over at Chris who looked back at you and smiled sadly.

“That’s not true. At least not for me. I don’t hate y/n.”

His eyes held yours again and your stomach flipped. You sighed.

“I don’t hate Chris. He just…I don’t hate him.”

You kept eye contact, feeling a perverse need to win the staring match.

“Then you need to fix this.”

Delores held up her phone to both of you.

An hour and a half later, you were in a sexy yellow dress sitting with Chris at The Milling Room. You were looking at the menu and wondering why you were being punished like this.

“They’ll never believe that we’re friends, much less anything more if you keep scowling like that.”

You deepened your frown and scowled up at him.

“Thank you for the note, Mr. Director.”

And then your entire face changed, your smile brightening as you reached for his hand across the table. Chris had to remember to breathe. Both of you jumped a little at the spark of electricity that passed between you, then Chris reached for you again and ran his large thumb over your hand. You suppressed a shiver.

“How’s that?” you said through clenched teeth.

“It’s ok.”

Chris looked down, causing you to shift in your seat as he turned your hand over to draw on your palm. Then he hit you with those blue eyes, darkened with something you didn’t want to name.

“But I think this would be more believable.”

Chris reached for your chair and dragged it around the table closer to him. The sheer strength of that display did things to you that you vowed never to tell him.

Then, he put his arm around the back of your chair and leaned toward you, lips almost touching yours, but not quite. No one would know that you weren’t kissing. You began to wonder why that was so.

Chris’s breath fanned your face, the whiskey of his drink making you intoxicated. Yes. That’s what it was.

Chris’s hand caressed your shoulder as he straightened back up, a pained look on his face.

You cleared your throat.

“You’re a good actor.”

He shot you a look as he took a sip of his drink, his leg pressed up against yours as he relaxed a bit in his chair. He laughed.

“Am I?“

His remark was off putting, and you huffed in frustration, but fixed your face again. Then you thought about what Danai said.

“Listen. We’re friends, right? Let’s squash this. I don’t want to beef with you, and I don’t want to have to manufacture a fake romance with you to hide our true feelings.”

This time one eyebrow went up and that wasn’t dorky; it was sexy.

“Go on.”

You told Chris everything you’d told Scarlett and Danai.

“Damn, I’m sorry for being an insensitive, idiotic asshole. For what it’s worth, I meant all that in the best way. I recognize that the talk about your body was wholly inappropriate, especially in front of the media.”

His eyes scanned you again, making you feel naked. And you were not ashamed.

“But I was trying to compliment you. Your body is… very nice.”

Chris cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, adjusting the napkin in his lap.

“I mean, people talk to me about America’s Ass all the time, and many times it’s their way of saying they like it.”

The grin was too much.

“I can’t with you Christopher. Are you trying to say that you like my ass?”

“Hell, y/n, you like your ass. I saw you checking it out in the mirror.”

“Were you checking for me checking my ass, or were you checking for my ass?”

You were the cutest, sexiest thing in the world right now with this flirty behavior, and Chris wanted more.

“I can’t lie. That ass…”

Chris shook his head.

You laughed at him and he laughed with you. And then you began to have a real conversation.

Two hours later, you walked through the lobby of the hotel holding hands. You stopped at the elevator and looked up into Chris’s eyes. You didn’t mind at all that he had you in his grip, his large hand on the small of your back.

“Think the paps have enough shots of us canoodling so that they chalk up this morning to a lover’s quarrel?”

“But what about the method, y/n? Was it really a lovers quarrel if we aren’t really lovers?”

Chris’s deep voice flowed through your body as he leaned forward and kissed you. You put your hands on his chest to steady yourself and you could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

Your head was spinning as he guided you backwards into the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor before he turned around and gently pushed you back against the elevator wall, his hands safely on your waist, but caressing your sides. Your hands went up around his neck, and threaded into the hair at his nape.

You pulled apart and Chris rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath.

“Been dreaming of that for months.”

You looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

“Come on, y/n, I’m not acting here. Haven’t faked a thing all day. You had to know that I had a crush on you. Danai didn’t tell you?”

You squinted up at him, remembering one drunken night when your girl said something to that effect, but that you had purposely forgotten until now.

“Not… I didn’t know that Chris. I didn’t want to know. I was in denial about being attracted to you from day one…”

His lips came crashing down on yours, kissing you so savagely that you felt like your lips were bruising.

The elevator stopped and an elderly couple got on, commenting about how they thought it was going down instead of up.

You and Chris assumed the position, both backs against the wall and looking up at the floor indicator as you both tried to catch your breath. You reached up to wipe him off your lips.

“Don’t. I want it everywhere. Be a good girl for me.” He whispered it into your ear.

Chris’s low deep voice was speaking straight to your clit. You wanted to cry because your pussy was throbbing with need and he wanted you to be good girl. You bit your lip, tasting him on you, your eyes rolling back along with your head against the elevator wall.

Chis watched you, back arching and crossing your legs. He developed an irrational hate for the couple, because he was sure that if they weren’t there, he’d be at least knuckle deep inside your wet cunt by now. He knew it was wet because he was hard and he knew he wasn’t feeling this alone.

Chris looked up as the floors flashed by and willed it to go faster.

When it came to his floor, he grabbed your hand and started to walk out.

You resisted.

“Y/N?”

The way he looked at you, the promise in his eyes, was almost too much. Your legs moved apart from your brain.

When the elevator doors closed, Chris backed you up against the wall and kissed you again.

“Do you want me tonight? Because I’ve wanted you for months.”

Chris just looked at you, withholding all further contact until you answered. You felt a magnetic pull on your body that must have been real because you two were getting incrementally closer together. You looked into his baby blues.

“Hell yes.”

“Thank you god!”

Chris grabbed the hem of your dress and let his fingertips graze your thighs.

“Fucking love these thighs,” Chris sighed into your mouth. “We had to do so many takes of that scene because I wanted to stay between them forever.”

Chris’s fingernails scraped your skin, sending tremors up your spine.

“Had to go jack off in my trailer, twice, before I could calm down enough to be around other people. Especially you.”

You licked your tongue into his mouth, pressing your rock hard nipples against him. You felt the large bulge in his pants. You were ready.

“Damn, Chris, I could have joined you, because I was doing the same thing imagining you eating me out. I dream about it.”

“Fuckkkk! You mean we could have been doing this for months?”

Chris looked at you, eyes blazing.

“Well, let me make your dreams come true.” He started to kneel, but you protested.

“Chris, we’re in the hallway. I’m sure there’s cameras.”

Chris stopped and looked around, as if noticing his surroundings for the first time.

“That would make a hell of a video!”

He grinned and then bent down, throwing you over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway to his room. He slapped your ass when you started squealing, admonishing you to be quiet.

Chris held you steady on his shoulder with one hand while he fumbled to get his key out of his pocket. Before you knew it, you were being thrown on the bed, looking up at chris who looked like a feral monster.

“Now who’s the beast?”

Chris nodded. “I am. I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get a whiff of that pussy.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, moving toward you.

You scooted backward, away from him, until he stopped at the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his pants. Then you stopped.

Chris smirked, eyes on the way your dress was riding up on those thighs.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress all night.”

You whimpered when he said that because he reached for you, sliding his palms along your thighs under the dress and grabbing the waistband of your lace thong and pulling it down, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He put it in the back pocket of his pants as he licked his lips. Your eyes traced his v-cut down his open fly. You wanted to see it and Chris read your mind, straightening up and flexing a bit before he disrobed completely.

“Oh my god!”

You said that aloud as his thick, veiny cock slapped him on the stomach. For some strange reason you wanted him to slap you in the face with it. You looked from his dick to his face and he read you again.

“Not before I taste you.”

But here he was stroking his dick and driving you crazy. You leaned back on your elbows and let your legs fall apart, knees wide as your dress settled in between your thighs, covering your nakedness from him.

“All that talk…”

“I’ll show you talk,” Chris growled and reached for your thighs, circling under and around to pull you down to the edge of the bed.

Your dress rode all the way up, giving him the view he’d been waiting for. Your dark, wet pussy lips made him thirsty, and his cock dripped precum as it bobbed in front of him.

He stood there and let it drip on your cunt, smiling when you shuddered and moaned when you felt the heavy drips on your clit.

“Such a fucking tease…” you pouted at him as he tsked.

“Be a good girl. Ask nicely for what you want.”

That voice.

This wasn’t dorky, anxious Chris. This wasn’t acting. This was someone else entirely. And you liked him.

“Kiss me there, please. My dreams…”

Chris pumped his cock over you, eyes watching your pussy clench with anticipation.

“Thaaat’s my girl. You get anything you want when you ask nicely.”

He was on his knees and face first in your pussy before you knew it.

First, he nudged your clit with his nose. “Smell so fucking good.”

Next, he stuck his tongue out and licked a rude swath up through your folds, moaning as he went. It knocked you out flat on your back but you had to sit up to watch this.

“Tastes even better. Fuck!”

You stroked his hair out of his eyes as he ate you out, pausing every so often to roll your hips onto his mouth and have a slight neurological event at the talented tongue that was destroying you.

You gave up any kind of controlled movement when he put in one finger, just one, and it felt like a dick.

“Shit, you’re clamped down so hard on my finger. Gonna have to stretch you out if I’m gonna fuck you sideways.”

Your head snapped up. “Chris!”

He raised his eyebrow as he sucked your clit and crooked his finger. You snapped your mouth shut and hummed your way through an intense orgasm.

“Gooood girl.”

Chris added another finger and stroked you through it. You were a shuddering mess just from his mouth and one finger. There was dread in your heart as he moved up on the bed.

“Ok, time for this to come off.”

Chris was lifting the dress up and you quickly shimmied out of it as he pulled it over your head. He just sat there and took in your body, licking his lips and tasting you again.

“Can you get up on your knees for me?”

“You get anything you want when you ask nicely.”

You giggled and got on your hands and knees as Chris chuckled and got behind you.

“This ass. Talk about what dreams are made of.”

He leaned down and rubbed his lips over your skin, relishing your curves and the rich texture of you, including your stretch marks, which he licked tenderly, making you shudder. You arched into his hands, which were palming your brown globes and spreading them apart.

“I can’t believe that I’m finally going to eat you out from behind.”

You looked back and said, “oh!” as chris dove in again, peering up at you from your ass. You reached back and grabbed his hair as he pulled you more firmly onto his face, humming as you came and holding on as you bucked through your second orgasm.

You’d collapsed on the bed.

“Holy shit Chris.” You raised your head.

“Don’t you want me to do something for you?”

Chris opened a drawer and retrieved a condom.

“Maybe later, but right now. Making you feel good is for me.”

You watched him as he tore the packet.

“Wait! I need to feel you Chris. I was tested last month, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Chris smiled. “Three months. And same.” The eyebrow arch. “So what are you asking?”

“Fuck me raw, Evans. Please? Pretty please?”

Chris was panting openly now. He threw the condom in the trash.

“Didn’t even have to ask nicely for that one.”

Chris got behind you and turned you on your side. You noticed for the first time that there was a mirror in the wall beside your bed. You and he made a beautiful sight.

He put both arms around you and played with your nipples, watching your face in the mirror.

Chris kissed your shoulder and trailed his fingers on your belly, making you laugh. Then he dragged them through the folds of your pussy, making you shudder. When he grabbed your thigh and pulled it up, it made you yelp.

He slid his dick in between your legs, the bumps and ridges on it sleeking through your folds and making you keen with pleasure and anticipation. He glided his tip against your clit and you erupted in an incoherent prayer for him to enter you.

“Nonononno…”

Chris was on the verge of doing it, but he knew that once he did, all control would vanish.

“Been thinking of how I would fuck you sideways all day.”

He pressed your thighs closed around him and groaned as he thrust in between them, skating through your slick.

“Fuck, those thighs are stroking me off so good and you’re so fucking wet, i could come just like this.”

It was true. Chris was dangerously close.

“Please, please, please fuck me. PLEASE.”

You begged him and he pulled your head back, whispering into you ear, “Good fucking girl. Asking so nicely for me to fuck you. Begging for my dick. Yessss.”

He reached for your thigh and pulled it up as he placed the head of his cock at your entrance, hesitating only momentarily before he pushed inside you.

“OH FUCK THATS ALOT!”

You screamed as Chris pulsed inside you, large and in charge of your nervous system right now. Chris grabbed your hip and you knew you’d be marked up tomorrow. You smiled at the thought and at the fact that he was moving now, your natural lubrication making him slide.

“Yes. It’s a lot. But you’re taking it so well. So fucking well, like the good fucking girl you are. Watch.”

Chris turned your head toward the mirror, and you grunted as you saw his big wide dick try to break your teeny weenie pussy.

Chris’ long fingers reached for your clit and just the sight of all that made you come almost immediately. By now, Chris had your thigh hiked up on his elbow, and was groaning himself.

“Look at that sweet sweet cream.”

Your eyes went where he directed and then to his in the mirror as he started shifting. He was smiling.

“So you used to be a gymnast, huh?”

Chris was pulling your leg up straight vertically and standing at the edge of the bed. He pulled you down and around so that your other foot was on the floor. You were in a vertical split with your torso on the bed.

“What… oh wow.”

Chris slid back into you in that position and it felt amazing.

“Fucking you sideways was the best idea… in.. the.. world.”

You just lay there staring at this sight, head on your arm, thinking that this had to be a dream.

“Your face is even more perfect all fucked out. Lemme see your cum face again.”

Chris started pounding you harder and you started clenching around him, moaning and expressing everything.

“So fucking beautiful when I make you cum. Wanna do it every day.”

This man was holding you in a vertical split, fucking you sideways and giving you the best dick of your life. Of course you squirted as soon as his finger touched your clit.

“Yes, yes, yessssss!”

Chris was finally shooting inside you, mixing his fluid with yours, you were making him weak, so he lowered your leg and you two collapsed in a messy heap on the floor.

There were a few minutes while you both came back to earth.

You finally spoke, voice hoarse from screaming.

“I, I have never…”

Chris nodded. “Exactly.”

He got up and then reached your hand, leading you to the shower.

“I know you're tired, he said as he turned on the faucet, “but you said you wanted to do something for me…”

The next morning, you and Chris arrived separately. The room was abuzz with the paparazzi photos from the night before. Seb raised his eyebrow at you.

“What?” You rasped, throat destroyed. “We did what Delores wanted.”

“What’s up with your throat?” Danai asked.

“I don’t know, I need a drink.”

You went to the catering table and got a bottle of water. Chris came up beside you. “You good?”

He was worried. He’d taken half of his fantasies out on you last night.

“I’m perfect.” You smiled at him.

“That you are.” He winked at you. “You need some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll go order some for you.”

“Thanks, Evans,” you croaked at him, checking him out.

“I need the tea.” You jumped, because Scarlett had walked up beside you.

“Did you two finally fuck?”

You just pantomimed a response because suddenly, your voice was gone.

“So what did it feel like getting your ass kicked by y/n, Chris?”

Chris cleared his throat while everyone chuckled. You played with the hem of your skirt and Chris’ eye was drawn to your thigh. You turned to hear what he was going to say.

Chris looked at you and smiled, but spoke to the reporter.

“Well sometimes things go sideways. And you’ve just got to enjoy the ride.”

#chris evans #ask dj #chris evans imagine #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x actress!reader #chris evans rpf #Chris Evans x reader ‘smut’#djs2kholidayvisit #Danai Gurira #Scarlett Johansson #anthony mackie #Sebastian Stan #marvel cast

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years ago

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Jealousy

Summary: Thor’s jealousy for Steve plays into your fantasy.

Paring: Thor x Plus-sized reader. Steve x Plus -sized reader, Thor x plus-sized reader x Steve.

Word count: 1.89k

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: SMUT!!, mention of insecure Thor, threesome, dirty talk, jealousy Thor (yes that’s a warning)

A/N: This idea came to my head after reading @hannibals-favourite-meal NSFW headcanon for Thor. Also this is my first time writing smut and something like this! so please bear with me it’s not the best!.

Jealousy was always something that never looked good on anyone except for Thor that is. The reason for saying that is because he'd get jealous so easily to the point where he would remain calm and collected for the most part but you could tell when he was getting close to his breaking point. His body language said it all when he'd shift and place his arm around your plump waist possessively claiming what's.

That leads you to where you are now pinned down on the bed with your dress long gone, make up and hair all messed up with Captain America and the god of thunder pounding into you as if there was no tomorrow and you loved every second of it.

“ Aww look at my dove crying you wanted this, now take it”

All you could do was whimper as you felt Thor thrust into you from below as Steve pulled out from behind you and back in. They created a rhythm that set your body on fire in the best way possible.

“ Be a good girl sunshine” Steve groaned in your ear.

“ Answer him my dove”

“ ye- yess captain, mhm so close” you were cut off as you let out a pornograpic moan.

“Aww she wants to cum should we let her Steve?” Thor gave him a devilish smirk.

“ Beg for it sunshine” Steve now slapped your already redden ass from the early slaps Thor gave you for being a brat. You couldn’t help but moan again as he pulled your hips back to his frame.

“Please let me cum please my king! ``With that Thor pulled you down to his face and gave you a rough yet passionate kiss and that made you come undone.

“ Thor I won’t last long I’m close- ” Steve was fighting for dear life to not cum inside you. It was the ONE rule Thor made clear to Steve.

2 hours earlier:

Both Thor and you were open and honest with each other. You had the type of relationship that many people can only dream about. So Obviously the discussion of your sex life had come up with what both of your fantasy’s and desire were. One happening to be a threesome with Captain America himself.

Thor expressed his feelings of concern and jealousy he had when it came to Steve. Nothing less you reassured him how you did not have any romantic feelings or attraction to him you both continued to discuss and Thor later on brought the topic up again.

That leads to Tony’s party tonight. Thor had mentioned and discussed with Steve about the whole ordeal, he was simply okay with it and also expressed to Thor that he wanted some fun and that he did not have any attraction to you other than a friend.

So you'd dress up in your finest dress and have your hair and makeup done, you even wore his favorite lingerie set. It was hard for Thor not to forgo the plan and just fuck you against the wall.

The night went on and after the party all three of you went back to your shared room.

And that’s when Thor set the rules.

Rule 1: What you say goes your in charge unless Thor isn’t comfortable with something.

Rule 2: if you use your safe word both automatically stop.

And Rule 3 : Thor made this very clear NO coming inside you. That was his job however Steve was allowed to cum on your body wherever that you choose.

Now:

“ You know the rule Steve.” Thor said in a serious manner.

“ I know” he groaned at the loss of contact with your walls as he pulled out.

You were still coming down from your high but the sound of Thor's voice pulled you slightly out of your haze.

“ My mouth” your voice hoarse as Thor helps you lift your thick thighs off of him, your shaking a little still from your high.

You didn’t struggle to take Steve into your mouth. He was just as long as Thor but not as thick. Steve came and you swallowed all of it. As he pulled out of your mouth Thor quickly thrust into your mouth.

Thor didn’t mind coming in your mouth but he preferred to cum inside you, with Steve he didn’t want him to witness that intimate moment. Not long after Thor came and you tried to swallow it all but his cum was so thick that you couldn't do so.

The sight of you kneeling there with both his and Steve’s cum dripping down your neck onto your breast and plump stomach almost made them come again.

Thor could see the tiredness over taking you so he got up and grabbed a towel to wipe you down and gave a slight nod to Steve that it was time for him to leave. Before he could leave the bed you reached out and grabbed his hand. Both Thor and him shared a confused look. He leaned down as you sat up a little.

“thank you Steve” you said breathlessly as you kissed his cheek then gave him a soft and yet quick kiss to his lips.

“ Your welcome sunshine” he kissed your hand.

Thor took you to the bathroom after Steve left and helped you clean up. As you laid curled up in Thor's arms as one if his hands was rubbing your back and the other holding your leg that was sprawled across him. He saw you had something on your mind.

“ what’s on your mind my dove” you giggled at how his voice rumbled threw his chest.

“ Thank you for tonight my love, I know it wasn't easy with how you felt and to let another man let alone Steve see me so expose like that” you moved to straddle his lap and he placed his hands on your hips and you cradled his face in yours.

“ and thank you for trusting me, I love you so much Thor please know that” you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was filled with nothing but love and passion. Once you pulled back, Thor's eyes were filled with nothing but love and admiration for you. He pulled you down so you rested your head on his chest.

“ Thank you for acknowledging how I feel about Steve, my sweet dove, I love you so much more than anything else in this universe and in all the nine realms' ' he placed a kiss on your forehead as you both drifted into a sleep with smiles on both your faces.

A/n: @hannibals-favourite-meal really helped with getting me out of the small writer's block i was having lol.

#Thor Odinson #thor fanfiction #thor x plus size reader #thor x y/n #thor x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve x plus size reader #steve x reader #steve x y/n #thor smut #steve smut

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allisonlol · 3 years ago

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a/n: @osamudazaisbaby yes ofc! i’m a sucker for situations like these so i adore this request <3 i went & added chuuya as well if that’s alright t(>.<t)

warnings: somewhat graphic descriptions of blood, major injuries, & violence. these are a bit angsty but i gave them all good (ish) endings !!

(Dazai, Fyodor, Chuuya)

Dazai Osamu

dazai always made sure to accompany you on missions so he could “keep an eye” on you

obviously he knows you don’t always need protecting but it’s more for his own peace of mind

this time in particular the two of you had been dispatched to take down a small enemy group hideout containing about six people

it should’ve been an easy in and out mission,,,if it weren’t for one member who had a rather vicious ability

at one point during the fight you were slammed into the concrete wall of a nearby building

this put you in a pretty critical state by giving you a dislocated shoulder and fractured rib

you also assumed you’d gotten some kind of concussion because your eyesight kept fading & going wavy

due to the positioning of the enemy, dazai was unable to get to you right away

through your blurry vision you could see how his eyes widened & his face grew pale after seeing what had happened

“i’m…fine…” you tried to call to him but it came out more like a broken whisper

dazai radioed for some backup and did his best to keep the enemy distracted from you until help arrived

during the fight he kept glancing over at you and it was taking a lot of self control to stop himself from sprinting over to your weakened form

once help arrived and the enemy was finally out of commission, dazai was at your side in an instant with paramedics right behind him

he looks like he’s about to cry :( he holds your hand tightly in the ambulance and you can feel him shaking slightly

blames himself for the whole situation and not being able to keep you safe

“i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you, belladonna…i would’ve never let you go on that mission with me if i’d known”

once at the hospital they pop your shoulder back into place (ouch) then treat the concussion & fractured rib

you’ll be on bed rest for awhile and dazai is right by your side the entire time

he keeps trying to apologize but every time you stop him to reassure him that NONE of what happened was his fault and that you are doing much better now

he’s going to be so clingy for the next few weeks,,,it’s like y’all are attached at the hip 😭

swears up & down to himself that he’ll never let you get hurt like that again

Fyodor Dostoevsky

fyodor was always hesitant about letting you assist with his work for this exact reason

he knew you could be targeted & used as a tool against him which is why it was so risky

he’s so protective it’s almost yandere-ish in a way (not that you’re complaining,,,)

but this ONE TIME he let you help him in a more minor part of his planning, figuring you’d be safe

for once he’d actually assumed wrong 😶

the two of you had taken separate cars to circulate near an enemy base, just to asses the situation for later use

everything was going smoothly at first, and you scoped out the area from inside the car, jotting down coordinates and what not

however, as you were finishing up and driving away from the base, your tires were blown out which resulted in your car spinning out of control

you crashed into a guardrail and the car rolled onto its side, then upside down. the whole thing happened in a matter of seconds and you were left dazed, bleeding from where your head had hit the steering wheel

the enemies who had blew your tires started approaching your flipped car, but they were stopped when fyodor’s car pulled up next to them

you watch through your cracked windshield as he gets out of his car. he honestly appears unfazed and calm, but inside he’s seething with a barely contained rage

fyodor makes short work of the enemies, killing them instantly & effortlessly

he pries open the door to your totaled car, helping you out and wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady

you cling onto him, still woozy from hitting your head. blood trickles down your face, and fyodor watches it drip onto the ground with narrowed eyes

“i’m deeply sorry for getting you involved with all this, my dear” he carries you to his own car & gently sets you down in the backseats

he doesn’t say much else after that, and drives you home to receive proper medical treatment

while fyodor appears as cold and collected as usual, his mind is racing with all kinds of thoughts including the fear of how he’d almost lost you

he’ll only become even more protective after this, so don’t be expecting to help him with ANY kind of outside tasks again,,, 🥲

Chuuya Nakahara

oh lord here we go

so basically you’d been kidnapped by a (pretty irrelevant) organization and they were trying to use you for ransom

which is so so stupid considering this means CHUUYA AND THE PORT MAFIA is gonna be after them

during your involuntary stay with the organization they’d kept you in an underground cell

& beat you pretty badly a few times to make you more,,,compliant

you’re usually a good fighter but…not against ten others at once while also being restrained 😟

as soon as chuuya got the memo that you were being held hostage he was speeding over there on his motorcycle

he is SO LIVID

and really worried too :(

gin wanted to come along to help save you but he declined her assistance in favor of personally killing everyone who’d hurt you himself

as soon as he reaches the facility that you’re at he’s kicking down the door and murdering EVERYONE in sight

goes on an absolute rampage and even after all the enemies are dead he’s still fuming

that is until he finds you in your cell

you’re all bloody and bruised up from being beaten

not to mention it’s FREEZING down there so your lips are blue & ur shaking from the cold

chuuya breaks the chains holding you and gives you his jacket to wear

he looks so heartbroken seeing you like this, and his hands are shaking while he helps you up and out of the building

he doesn’t say much on the ride back to the mafia base but as soon as the two of you are home the words just SPILL out of him

he’s apologizing and asking if you’re okay and grilling you on everything that happened…

after patching you up you feel pretty much fine except for some cuts/bruising, and you have to keep reassuring him that you’re safe now bc he saved you

he’ll nod at your words but you’ll see him staring off & thinking about how he should’ve protected you in the first place…etc

this boy is so precious omg. he’s gonna feel bad and be super gentle to you until you make a full recovery :(

a/n: ahh i loved writing this !! also are u guys proud that i’m posting at a normal time and not,,,4am

song i listened to while writing: devil i know by allie x

Thank you!

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #dazai headcanons #dazai x you #dazai x reader #chuuya headcanons #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x you #chuuya x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor headcanons #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #dazai imagines #chuuya imagines

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luvrlane · 3 years ago

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problems in the middle of the night | lhs, s

pairing. dom!bf!heeseung x fem!reader

warning/includes. GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, daddy kink, (slight) bulge kink, (slight) corruption kink, oral fixation, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nasty piece of work. but there's a little bit of fluff in it if you squint lol. DO NOT engage in any way if you're a minor.

disclaimer. THIS IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTION.

heeseung wakes up with a breathy moan. his heart raced as did the tent in his pants. great, he's fucking hard.

he glanced over the nightstand beside his bed, clock showing it's 01:51 a.m, and if that isn't the worst thing, it's the fact that he had you in his erotic dreams and now he's hard. you, on the other hand, appeared to be sleeping peacefully beside him, blissfully ignorant to the problem he's currently having.

now what the fuck is he supposed to do? he couldn't go back to sleep nor abandon his hard on even if his life depended on it. he needs to do something about it and he'd admit, he was growing needy. a little help would suffice.

so he started out with his asking for help by kissing your shoulder blades. feeling up your sides, his lips moved to the length of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over his trace. the action made you stir in your sleep. you were a light sleeper, any small disruption is enough to wake you up.

heeseung's lips ghosted on the shell of your ears, pressing a gentle kiss before he called out to you ever so lovingly, "baby. baby," his voice was as gentle as his touch, coaxing you from your deep slumber. "baby, we've got a problem." he cooes, hands now reaching the valley of your breasts, giving one of them a light squeeze.

now you're awake. "heeseung, what is it?" drowsiness was laced in your tone. you fought hard to crack your eyes open. instead of giving you a verbal answer, he opted to pressing his dick onto your hips instead, guiding one of your hands to craddle the tent.

"i'm sorry, baby. i didn't want to wake you." the tip of his pointy nose was tickling your neck now, as he moved down from your ear back to your neck, pressing down light kisses on the expanse.

"but it couldn't be helped." though sleepiness was very much still clouding over you, you knew what he was asking you to tend to.

the amount of love you have for this man is insane.

if being needy wasn't enough, now impatience creeps up on him too. he couldn't wait to get his hands all over you. inside you. but he needed you to give him consent. "can i, baby?" heeseung asked, a little breathy.

a small smile made its way to your face. the limb that sat on his dick reached around until it transitioned to his hair instead. fluffy, fluffy hair, resembling a cloud. you gave it a light ruffle. heeseung naturally leaned more into your touch, loving the way your fingers feel on him. on normal days he's an absolute sucker for your pretty little fingers. he still do, even now, but there's a more preferred place he'd rather have your fingers on. so he asked again, "hm, baby? give me an answer, sweetheart. i need to have you. i want to fuck you nice and slow. right now, baby. i need you right now."

fuck. he was basically pleading. but he couldn't fucking careless. it's weird, you thought. even in this mood, heeseung was able to set butterflies in your stomach. you gave him a small nod, before you decided. "go ahead, daddy."

go ahead, daddy.

daddy.

he's fucked.

heeseung wasted no more second after you gave him an okay. you were already lying halfway on your stomach since before he woke you up, so he climbed over you, nudging your legs apart. your nightgown was riding on your ass now that he's had you spread out prettily for him. he pushed up a leg, and your heart started to drum.

lee heeseung will never not get your heart skipping a beat. even now, even when he's about to prep you, even when he's casting your nightgown to god knows somewhere in the bedroom. you never once uttered a complaint through it all. you let him get his way with you. not because he owns you. but because all the trust and devotion accumulated over the years you spent with him had proven its worthwhile.

so when heeseung spread your dry folds with his fingers, you whimpered. you have just woken up, after all. heeseung played with the nub, fingers never really entering inside you. "daddy.." you moaned out. the waves of pleasure is starting to arrive on the scene. heeseung had his face close to your cunt now, giving the plump lips a light peck, while a finger slowly eased in.

he intended to make you wet first, before anything. and his method so far is successful. a wet muscle licked stripes on your folds, it had you moaning a little louder this time. simultaneously, his one finger pumped in and out of you, while he's licking and sucking your bud.

and now, you're fucked.

your arousal started pooling around your pussy, due to his diligent fixation. heeseung eased a second finger, smearing the wetness around the lips of your cunt. "fuck, daddy. f-feels so good." fuck, fuck, fuck. it felt so, so, soo fucking good. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his crazy oral fixation.

heeseung hummed a response. he sucked on your folds, with some of your juice sucked in too. his cock is even harder now. lord, you are the death of him.

then something pooled in your stomach. cum, you were going to cum. solely because of his fingers and tongue alone.

heeseung must've sensed this, the way your walls tightened around his three fingers now, as he had added another one just a little while ago. he raised his head, your juice daubed on his chin. "cum, sweetheart. cum on my fingers. then after this cum on my cock. over and over and over again." his words only heightened the feeling inside of you. your face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together as you bite down your pillow. your legs moved around hastily, you were unable to hold your cum no longer.

heeseung brought his face onto your pussy again. all it took was a lick over your folds, along with the nonstop draws of his thick, long fingers, and then you cummed. heeseung didn't stop his administration. instead, he slowed it down, helping you ride your orgasm. he smiled as he felt your walls are now much softer, more relaxed, ready to take him in.

heeseung withdrew his fingers out of you only to suck on them himself. tasting your cum, which he claimed as the sweetest ever. aside from your lips, that is. "good job, baby." he complimented you, and even with your face flushed out, he managed to get you blushing.

he rose up from his stance, blanket pooling on his legs, and he discarded his boxer, pulling out his god damn well endowed of a cock to give it a few slow stroke. you watched over your shoulder, pussy still spasming from the head he'd just given you. "gonna fuck you now, baby."

he didn't have to say that. if possible, your heart thrummed even harder than before.

with that, heeseung guided his hands onto your hips, pulling your ass back by a bit and raising them in the position he'd dreamt to take you tonight.

the clock is now 02:22 a.m.

he was showing no sign of stopping soon. in fact, lee heeseung had just gotten started.

your cheeks were smushed in the pillow now, given the position. "remember your safe words, baby?"

you gave him a confirming nod.

from there, heeseung pushed his fat cock into your hot, velvety walls. the two of you moaned in unison. the stretch was bearable, remember how he had prepped you with his three equally thick fingers. but it still stings. he was bigger than average, and longer too. god, you fucking love your boyfriend.

"look at it, baby. look how your pretty little hole is accomodating my cock. holy fuck. you're so hot." at this point, heeseung was a goner. "too big, yeah, baby?" though you couldn't see clearly, you could picture his stupid grin.

"too- too big.. but so good.." heeseung loved compliments. especially if it comes from you. especially if it's about him. especially if it's about how he's fucking you so damn sweet. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his big, fat dick.

heeseung hasn't even entered himself all in. yet you feel so incredibly full already. you swear, you could feel him in your stomach.

he gave you few experimental thrusts at first, to make it easier for him to slide the remaining of his girth home. your moans took a higher pitch. "ah, ah, ah!" and lee heeseung fucking had the nerve to laugh.

your ass is hanging midair, and his dick is moving in and out of you. could this night get even better?

"breathe in and out, sugar. i'm going to bottoms up." you loved the way he's always, always giving you a heads up in whatever he's about to pull next. so you did as you were told, breathing in and out.

your toes curl when you feel heeseung pushing his hips tantalizingly slow into you, feeling every delicious stretch of his length, the veins protuding your walls. you couldn't close your mouth. you're all too fucked out now, and he hasn't even began fucking you properly.

"there we go. that wasn't so hard, was it? that's my girl."

that's my girl.

you're absolutely wrecked.

you were drooling. lee heeseung's dick had you drooling. whimpers were let out from you. you could feel every inch of him and he's filling you up so well.

then he rocked his hips. "daddy!" you yelped, out of both surprise and pleasure. "fuck, fuck! daddy!" the pool of blanket around his legs and yours began to follow his movement. he angled his hips a little higher as his arm rests on your the small back of your waist, pushing your ass down by a bit, and then he pistons inside you. you fucking screamed. "ahhh, daddy!"

"sweetheart. baby. sugar." heeseung groaned out. "your pussy. mine. mine." he punctuated his words with a set of hard thrusts. "only mine." he had you crying for real now. from the position the two of you took, the tip of his dick was abusing your sweet spot continuously. have you ever been fucked so good that you cried from pleasure?

"you. all of you. the whole of you." he declared. his dick is in your stomach now. you're sure of it. when he pulled out his cock, leaving the tip kissing your folds, he muttered, "you're only mine. all mine." and then he dived right back into you.

"yes! yes—ah! ah! y-yours!" you had to drag out the "o" and your hands are balling the sheets. "daddy!" he loved it. he loved hearing you scream. he loved fucking you good. he loved loving you. "and i'm only yours, sweetheart." he whispered, though midway through his sentence, he choked and grunted in pleasure. "until the end of time."

you couldn't contain your moans. not when your boyfriend's thick cock has made a home for itself in your pussy.

"so—good!" look at you. you failed to find it in you to form coherent sentence.

his pace had gotten quicker. he had picked them up, and your folds made a squelching sound from the collective arousal of you and your boyfriend. "uh, uh!" you attempted to wipe the tears from your face, but heeseung had interlocked his fingers with yours before you could even reach your eyes. his other hand was hoisting your hips up in an angle that presses down that exact bundle of nerves in you. your thighs began to shake.

"a mess. you're a me—ss." he stuttered in between his words. it only go so far to prove that this rutting is affecting him too. very intensely.

you let go of his fingers to reach around your back, placing your hand on his pelvis. "y—yellow.." you muttered out.

yellow. a change of position. he smiled and slowed his tempo down.

heeseung had set your bums down, with his dick very much still in you. then, he turned you around so carefully, until your eyes are meeting his. your hair has gotten all over your face, but he didn't mind. he took one leg over his shoulder, and bent down to press a quick kiss on your lips, your inner thighs burning at the action.

now, you're all in his view. your face. your perky, round mounds. chest rising up and down. the curve of your sides. your slick, wet core. still attached to his dick. if you glance down, you could see the wide stretch. luckily for heeseung, he didn't need to glance down, for it's all before him already.

heeseung left a peck on your leg, dangling over his shoulder. he took one of your arms, giving your knuckles a peck, too. and then his hips stirred. "..!" you weren't alarmed. "oh!"

your eyes almost screwed shut due to how deep he's hitting inside of you. the expression you had on was dumb, and there's only one person to blame: fucking lee heeseung. he abandoned his hold on your legs and fingers, his hands now clamming your sides, pressing you down on him.

"fuck, baby. look." following his order, your eyes trailed to where he's looking. your stomach. you could feel his dick moving. no, you could see his dick moving. that seem to drove him even further south. "fucking hell, sweetheart. your cunt is too tiny, the way it stretched at my width. and now i'm reaching your stomach. you're driving me crazy."

as if he wasn't driving you crazy too. you arched your back at his comments and his thrusts, chants of his name falling out of your lips. "da—ddy! ah, ah!" you dragged out the "a", your eyes rolling back. "slow—down!" heeseung's forehead creased, pounding into you like a mad man quelching his thirst, he was unavailable to comply to your request. your commands only made him set his pace quicker.

you're going to cum. heeseung is moving way too rapid, every drag of his cock are designated into assaulting your sweet spot. if you were drooling on your pillow before, now you're drooling in your face.

"eugh! da—ddy," your throat was hoarse from screaming. he could feel the way your walls closed on him. it made him choke, struggling to keep up with his own pace.

"yes, baby? what is it that you need?" the leg on his shoulder is shaking, and you're bucking your hips wildly.

"c—cum.. i need to cum.."

"then cum, baby. all over my cock." was all it took for you to spasm all around his length, coating them with your fluids. heeseung leaned down to leave kisses on your neck while you were chasing your high, muttering praises that were lost in the hazy feeling you were having from pleasure. "that's my girl. good job, baby."

heeseung's hips faltered into a series of slow thrusts. he lied about fucking you nice and slow. none of this was nice nor slow. it was intoxacting, all consuming.

you were in and out of consciousness when heeseung tapped your waist. "stay with me, sweetheart. we're not done yet."

the clock is now 03:49 a.m. on most days, heeseung is a man of words. he keeps his promises and says things from the bottom of his heart. but once in awhile, in cases like tonight, he felt like having a cheat day.

#enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #lee heeseung smut #enhypen smut

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jaemsun00 · 4 years ago

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NCT Mark + 00Line When you come home drunk and horny

This is mature content, not much graphic details though. Read at your own risk :)

- MARK

As soon as he heard your going out on a girls night, he was planning ahead. He has dealt with your drunk ass to many times to count. So it was no surprise when you came home giggling over absolutely nothing. Mark thanked your friend who acted as the mother tonight, taking you out of her hands. “Good luck with her” she nodded before going back to the car with some more drunk girls.

“Mark!” You shouted, right in his ear at that. “Hi. Quite your voice down please” he whispered, worried you would wake his house mates up. Which you did but... “I missed you. So so much” your words were jumbled but it still made some sense.

“You saw me less than three hours ag- what are you doing” his voice was now high pitched as your hand traveled down south. “I missed you” Mark has never dealt with you like this, usually you would come home and pass out, this has never happened.

“Okay yeah Uh your hand is” he still held onto you as you placed your right hand right where a certain something was growing. “You missed me too” you chuckle to yourself but Mark awkwardly pushes you away.

“Your drunk. Let’s go clean you up” he nodded to the stairs but you scoff. “Let’s go to the couch and do something else” you sing out, strolling your way towards the grey sofa you helped pick out a few months prior. “No baby, come on” he grabbed onto your arm to pull you gently.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” Your straightforwardness made Marks eyes widen, a bit to wide actually. “Your being-“ “why not?” You whine, flinging your arms around like a child. “Your drunk and I’m not taking advantage of your state” “but I’m asking you” Mark sighed before grabbing at your arm again. “I don’t care, come on let’s get you cleaned up” once he finally had you walking semi straight, he let out a loud sigh.

- RENJUN

You were bored, and your boredom led to you drinking almost a whole wine bottle in a span of an hour. Renjun was late home so you just kept drinking. wine and you never really got along, You being a light weight and all. As soon as you heard your code being put in, you got excited. Fixing your posture as you heard his shoes being kicked off.

“I’m home” he sung out, words quickly seized as he saw the way you were lying on the couch. “Hi” he smiled, ridding of his jacket as he also got excited. That until he saw the half empty wine bottle on the little table beside you. “Hiiii” you wave seductively at him, your legs opening a bit more to show him what exactly he was missing.

“Yeah Hi. Your drunk?” He stood tall, the excitement leaving his body as he knew he can’t do anything with you in this state. “What makes you think that?” You whine, completely not in the right state to even be awake right now.

“The bottle, not to mention the red mark around your lips. I’m gonna go for a shower” he sighed, picking his jacket back up and start his mission to the bathroom. “I’ll come just a- ow” your cry made him turn back to you. You’ve fallen of the couch.

“No your not. Come on let’s go get your teeth brushed” he held out a hand for you to take but instead you slapped it away. “If I can’t shower with you what’s the point in getting up” “your being a child, you’ll feel better in the morning”

- JENO

“Your girl is getting a little... too handsy don’t you think?” Jaemin nodded towards a drunk you, who kept your hands all over your boyfriend. Jeno nodded, removing your hand form his crotch. “Welcome to the world of a drunk ____” he joked before turning to kiss your lips like you whispered for him to, among other things of course

Jaemin just nodded, clearly uncomfortable with you feeling up his friend right infront of him. “I think we might head home” Jeno stood up, a hand on your back as you followed. “Yeah yeah let’s go home” all the people at the table looked towards you two with knowing eyes. Jeno shook his head “sleeping, we are going home to sleep” he said turning to look down at you who was wearing a pout.

“Sleep? Ooo you wanna do it in the car??” You ask eagerly, already ridding of your -Jenos- jacket. “No no. Come on” he grabbed both your wrist to stop your wondering hands which knew their way to the place you wanted.

Jeno reckons this car ride was the hardest. Your hand rubbing along his crotch every other second. You trying to nibble on his neck, it was far to distracting.

Finally pulling up at the apartment complex, he grabbed your hand. “If your not to bad tomorrow we will begin this” he pointed between you two before unlocking the car doors. “I’ll come around, stay there”

- HAECHAN

“Your girlfriends drunk”

“Of course she is. So your gonna let her stay at your house right?” Haechan was joking, well your best friend hoped he was. “Your hilarious, come and get her” she snapped the last part, Haechan sighed hearing your drunk calls for another of your friends. “I reckon it’s your turn to babysit. Thank you” “if your not hear in 5 fucking minutes, lee Hacehan. I promis-“ “okay okay. I’ll be there”

He kept to his word, being there in amount of 3 minutes thanks to the club being close and the traffic was short. “Where is the drunk lady” he pulled up, three of your friends held you back from vomiting your guts up. “I don’t own her” Hacehan shook his head as he saw you, but he still got out to help you.

“Hiya baby” you mumble, grabbing at his cheeks to squish them. “Mmm your hair is wet, why?” He asked ruffling your drenched hair. “Girly thought it was fun to have a water fight with herself in the bathroom” your best friend spoke up, patting Haechan on the back before bidding a goodbye.

“You wanna know what else is wet?” You whispered into his ear making him almost chock on nothing. “Your scalp” he smiled before helping you to the passenger side of his car. “Nope lower” Haechan closed his eyes as he finally got you to sit properly on the seat.

“Well that’s sounds like a you problem” he smiled, leaning over to grab at your seatbelt. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, knowing how that usually gets him going. “If it’s a me problem, I might aswell fix it right now” you smile once he plugs you in.

Hacehan shook his head. “Your to drunk sweetie. You won’t even know where anything is” he joked before hoping into his side. “I don’t like you like this. Where is the other Hacehan? The one who will gladly touch me?” The boy nodded, with a smile.

“He is still here. But he can’t exactly- do what you want right now. Tomorrow night is a different story though”

- JAEMIN

Jaemin sat on the couch, ignoring your calls of his name. It’s been two hours since you yelled at him for waking you up early. An hour since you decided to down three vodka drinks. Twenty minutes since you begged for him. But he has ignored you, even though it was hard.

“Jaemin” you whined walking into the living room to see him. “Your ignoring me! I did nothing” he could hear the pout in your voice but didn’t dare to look at you, knowing he would give in if he saw it.

“Fine I’ll just go blow Jeno or-“

“Excuse me?” His head snapped up, seeing your red cheeked self. It was clear you had a little bit to much for your body. “Oh so that’s how I get your attention?” You chuckle, nodding as if you did something good.

“You don’t like the idea of my mouth around-“ Jaemin coughed to cut your words short. “Your being silly. Go drink some water” he nodded towards the kitchen, acting as if your words were not bothering him.

He hated you drunk, mainly because of this reason. You being the horny person that you are, and he can’t do anything because of obvious reasons.

“I don’t want to have water in my mouth, I much rather... some thing better” your eyed his crotch, licking your lips a bit to obviously. Jaemin scoffed, standing to his feet. Surely he was still a bit mad at you for earlier. But gosh you were so dang cute right now.

“As much as that sounds very exciting, baby. I would rather you suck me off when you know what to do”

- YANGYANG

All YangYang wanted was to go to sleep, not be driving over to your place and handle a drunk you. “Why’d you drink?” He whined once he saw the bottles scattered across your table. “I got fired” you shrug as if you weren’t crying over it for the last three hours. Yangyang’s eyes went wide when he heard that.

“What? Fired? Why?” He asked all at once, coming to stand beside you as you sniffled a bit. “Someone better. I don’t know he is a stupid boss anyways” you mumble the last part, YangYang patted your back as you downed another little bit of your drink.

“So you spent your money on alcohol? Baby that-“ “I called you for a reason you know?” Your boyfriend nodded, surely he thought you called him for support, to get your mind of the events that you just went through.

Well how wrong was he. Cause now he was pinned down on your couch with you straddling him. “We cannot do this” he smiled trying to push you off his thighs but you pushed him away. “I want to. It’s okay” you smile drunkily at him and it makes him sigh.

“I would love to but baby, I don’t think right now is a good time for this” ignoring his words you lean in for a kiss again but he moves his head so your lips collide with his cheek instead. “We can do this any other time”

“But I want it now!! Oh come on I know you do to” you grind a bit on the growing tent inside of his pants. Groaning a bit YangYang sat up half way. “Please not tonight. When we have sex I want you to remember every detail, okay?”

Giving up you roll off his lop, sitting beside his legs instead. “I want another drink” “no no. No more”

- SHOTARO

“Babbbyyy” you scream through your apartment. Hoping the boy you need right now is here. “Shotaro?” You try again, walking into your bedroom to see a small light shining up the room. Shotaro laid comfortably on your bed, blankets pulled to his chest as he watched a drama with his AirPods in.

Shotaro saw the silhouette of your body before pausing his episode. “Hi your back?” He smiled brightly at you. Switching on the light, you strode closer towards him.

The poor boy had no clue what was about to hit him, thinking you looked as normal as you usually do. That until you started sexily climbing up the bed. Hands on his legs as they got closer and closer.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled nervously, moving his legs underneath your hold. “I want you” you spit out making Shotaro drop his phone on his face, he forgot he still held it above his head.

“Your drunk?” He finally put two and two together, after smelling it once you got close. “Not drunk enough. So let’s get you ready” you sing out, handing pressing down on his sensitive area. “I’m uh. No” he stumbled among his words.

Of course he wanted your mouth around him but you clearly weren’t in a state of mind right now, probably about to pass out as soon as you got him out of his sweat pants.

“No? Why not?” Shotaro sat up, grabbing your hand to hold. “You need sleep, baby” he raised an eyebrow at your scoff. “Sleep is overrated. But you know head isn’t over-“ “baby. Please” he begged with his eyes that made you scrunch up your nose. “You always get what you want. It’s annoying” you whine before falling to lay beside him. Minutes later and you were passed out just as Shotaro expected.

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🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

word count. 3.7k | bullet points | ot7

WARNINGS. ⚠️ all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋 byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋 lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋 kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good.

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there?

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋 wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋 mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear?

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you.

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋 ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times.

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner.

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place.

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs.

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋 lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start.

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

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scott-mccall-the-hot-girl · 3 years ago

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my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

#this took me so long #please go read these or i’ll cry #fan fiction #fan fic recs #teen wolf fic recs #thiam fanfiction #thiam fic recs #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf gay #teen wolf #ao3 #fuck you fuck this & fuck it #thiam fanfic rec #thiam fanfic #thiam is endgame

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The B*tch

Title: The b*tch

Summary: It’s a game for you and Bucky. Sometimes you even burn a whole town down if you must.

Square Filled ‘Second Chances’ for: @buckybingo

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Dot, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, love-hate relationship (toxic relationship), public blowjob (light), light fingering, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, no description), mentions of infidelity/break-up, implied/mentions of threesome/foursome, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, forced voyeurism, possessive Bucky, hair pulling, roughness, implied character’s death, therapy, roleplay

Words: 5,3k

2021 BUCKY BINGO masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

A/N: Please head the warnings. The reader and Bucky have a toxic relationship in this. Both are awful people.

“Steve, tell your boss to keep his bitch in line,” you growl, tapping your glass to order another drink. The bartender smirks, watching Steve Rogers, the right-hand man of the most feared man in Brooklyn cower in front of you. “This is my club, and I don’t like hussies at my club, nor whores.”

“Doll, don’t make a fuss,” Steve tries. “I know you and Buck got a war of roses going on, but he didn’t think much of bringing that girl here.”

“I said, I don’t want his whores at my club,” you whip your head to meet Steve’s eyes, narrowing your eyes. “And I don’t mean girls making money with riding dick. I like prostitutes, Stevie. They are always polite and know how to dress. Suzie over there works here every night.”

“Y/N, stop right now. You know every club pays Bucky good money. Every club except for you,” Steve warns.

“I don’t give two shits on Barnes. I make the rules here,” Steve doesn’t like you slide your hand over your thigh, patting the hidden knife. He knows you love to wear a knife strapped against your thigh beneath your crimson silky robe.

He follows the motion, eyes glued to the slit in your dress, revealing your thigh and the tattoo on it. The one you will remove soon enough.

“Still got the tattoo, doll? I knew you can’t get rid of me completely,” a smug grin on his lips, and a dopily smiling Dot on his arm Bucky waltz toward you as if he owns the club.

“Oh, the trash made it out of the house,” you batt your eyelashes, chuckling lightly. “Didn’t think she can walk on her own.” turning around to face the bartender you give her a sweet smile. “What do you think, Wanda, doll. Does that woman look like she should be at my club?”

“I don’t know, boss,” Wanda smirks. While refilling your drink, she looks at Dot, shrugging as she doesn’t want to get in trouble with Bucky. “I’m not into cheap chicks.”

“Give me two cherries,” you coo, ignoring Bucky fumes right next to you. “Maybe give Steve water to make sure he doesn’t dehydrate. He looks so pale tonight. We don’t want him to get sick.”

“On its way, boss,” snickering Wanda pours Steve water, relieved she doesn’t have to talk about Bucky’s latest arm candy.

“Steve, tell my ex to shut her nasty mouth before I stuff it,” Bucky barks orders at Steve before he sits next to you on his favorite barstool, the one he used to occupy when you still were a thing.

“You wish,” you sip at your martini, looking anywhere but at Bucky. “Why do you come back here? There are other clubs in Brooklyn, with owners liking you, Barnes.”

“I like the atmosphere and the drinks are good,” he smirks, placing his favorite knife onto the bar top. A silent warning for you to watch your tongue. “What can you recommend?”

“To leave,” you quip, sipping at your drink.

“You know, it’s a crime to put cherries into a martini,” Bucky mutters, watching you place one of the cherries on your tongue, moaning at the taste.

“I give a shit on your opinion, Barnes. If you would excuse me now, there are tables, a dancefloor, and restrooms you can use,” you jerk your head toward Dot stand next to Steve, still grinning at you. “Take your bitch and leave me to my drink and the music.”

“Ya know,” Bucky leans closer to breathe in your neck, “you should fuck more often to get the stick out of your ass, my love.” his fingertips ghost over your back, draw circles in your skin.

“Ya know,” you get your knife out to press the tip into Bucky’s crotch before Steve can even flinch, “men like you should watch their tongue and balls. One day someone will break into your house and cut them off. Now go.”

“Little bitch.”

“I used to be your doll,” you say, a little too bitter. “Sadly, you couldn’t keep it in your pants,” you chuckle.

“Bitch,”

“Cheating bastard,” you dip your head to glance at Dot. “You should hurry to disappoint the next woman. Maybe you will keep your promises this time – huh? Or maybe she’ll get empty promises too.”

“One day someone will cut your sharp tongue off,” you press the tip harder into his crotch, smirking when a hint of pain flashes across Bucky’s features. “Maybe I’ll be the one to do so.”

“Aw, you can’t take the pleasure away from all men in Brooklyn who want a blowjob from me. You know,” leaning closer you brush your lips over Bucky’s ear, “men love it when I use my tongue.”

Bucky shudders, remembering the way you went down on him. Teeth, lips, and tongue. “You weren’t that good.”

“What a pity,” you smirk, hiding the knife in your garter. “I just wanted to remind you how good I can blow you off.”

“You sure?” Steve chokes on his water when you slide off the barstool to pat his cock, right in front of his boss.

“What the fuck, doll?”

“Oh, you believed I wanted to suck your dick?” you chuckle. “No, I wanted to go down on your tall blonde piece of meat and show him a good time.”

“Go ahead and show Steve a good time,” Bucky challenges, watching you slowly unbuckle Steve’s belt.

You don’t care the club is crowded or that Bucky is right next to you and Steve.

“Y/N, doll,” Steve mumbles when you slide your hand over his chest down to his abs. “Stop, you don’t want to do this.”

“Stevie,” you coo, giving his lips a peck, “you should know I do what I want, and right now,” you tug harshly at his pants, shove them down his legs, “I wanna suck your dick and show you a good time.”

Steve swallows thickly, but what can man do when a woman like you shoves her hand down his boxers to run it up and down his swelling length.

“Oh, you are packing, sweet Steve,” you moan, hand leaving his boxers too soon to shove the fabric down his thighs.

No one at the club dares to watch you. You’re at the VIP section, the one reserved for and your friends. This part of the club only belongs to you, and you can do whatever you want without anyone spying on you.

“Doll,” Steve’s breathing quickens when you ever so slowly sink to your knees to cup his balls. “You shouldn’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I can do, Stevie,” you smirk, hand fisting his cock harshly. “That’s a nice cock, a big one and I’ll worship it. Don’t you want my lips around your dick?”

“Y-yeah-“ Steve chokes out. “But B-Bucky is right next to us, doll. Can we go somewhere private?”

“No, baby,” chuckling you roughly grip Steve’s cock. “I want to prove a point, Steve, and want to choke on your cock right here and now.”

You lick over the wide head, smiling to yourself when you hear Bucky bark your name. He dangerously growls it, wants you to stop but you relax your jaw and go for the goal.

“If you dare to suck his dick, I’ll end your life,” he growls. “Y/N, I’m warning you, doll. Don’t you-“

It’s too late, you suckle at the tip of Steve’s cock, ignoring Bucky throws a tantrum.

“What, James? You told me I’m boring and you want to move on with a hotter chick. Obviously, Stevie has a different opinion and is hard as a rock for me. Now lemme get him off, he’s so hard it would be a waste to not suck his dick.”

“Stop being a brat,” fisting your hair Bucky drags you off Steve, leaves his friend panting and unsatisfied behind.

“Let go of me Barnes,” you try to swat Bucky’s hands away, but he pushes you onto the couch at the VIP section, growling low in his throat. “I wanna suck Stevie’s dick, James. Let me suck his fucking cock!”

“Be good now,” panting heavily Bucky pins your hands above your head, to hold you down. “You will not suck Steve’s cock, not before you did so with mine.”

“I won’t suck your pitiful dick,” you spit into Bucky’s face, grinning viciously when he growls low in his throat. “Now get off me! This is still my club.”

Bucky’s eyes drift toward your legs, especially the tattoo on your thigh, the one with his name on it.

“This is still all mine, doll. Forget about Steve’s cock, mine is all you’ll get. No one in this town will ever touch you.”

“You fucker!” you try to kick Bucky but he takes the opportunity to settle between your thighs, smirks as you can feel his erection press against your thigh. “Get off me! You made sure no guy I hit on fucked me?”

“It’s the law,” Bucky breathes against your lips, “Y/N, Y/L/N is Bucky Barnes property. I laid claim on you years ago, my beloved wife.”

“The fuck! I’m not some fucking property, you dickhead,” you cry, fighting Bucky with all your strength. “I will kill you the moment you get off me. I will start with cutting your balls off and end it with carving your heart out of your chest!”

“Damn, you really want to suck Steve’s dick,” Bucky grins. He pecks your nose, snickering when you try to bite him. “Did ya hear, Stevie? Y/N wants to suck your cock so badly.”

“Barnes, get off me,” you mutter, tilting your hips to rub your core against Bucky’s erection. “Or get me off.”

“Interesting,” he smirks, eyes drifting toward your chest. “But I don’t fuck bitches,” you huff at Bucky’s words, wiggle harder in his hold.

Your stiff nipples strain against the thin fabric of your silky dress, force Bucky to remember how it felt when you pressed your sweaty body against his chest, nipples scraping his skin.

“Then get off me, Barnes, and leave my club. Take your sweet puppy with you,” you growl. “I’m gonna find another dick to suck tonight.”

“You had to fuck with her again, didn’t you, Buck?” Steve sighs, tugging his cock back into his pants. “Damn, why didn’t you let her finish me? She’s so good at sucking dick.”

“That was a one-time thing, and we were all drunk,” Bucky growls. “And it was one of her fantasies. Y/N is not for you to touch.”

“Didn’t look like it when you encouraged her to give me a blowjob,” cursing under his breath, Steve stomps toward the car. “I had a raging hard dick.”

“Do you think I give a shit! She’s still my wife, Steve,” Bucky sneers. “If not for our friendship, you would lie six feet under right now.”

“Bastard!” tossing the divorce papers onto Bucky's desk, you scowl at him. “James, you told me you’ll sign the papers weeks ago. Now you sent them to me, unsigned and a picture of your dick glued to it.”

“I’m not going to sign that crap, kitten. And I know you loved the picture. I bet you got off looking at my dick,” leaning back in his chair Bucky roams your body with his eyes. “You look ready to get eaten in that black pencil skirt, baby doll. Why don’t you come over here and let me shove my hand down your panties?”

“Everything is a joke to you,” you roll your eyes, not in the mood for one of Bucky’s games. “You wanted out of this marriage, you got out. You can’t suddenly change your mind.”

“I can and did,” he shrugs, eying you shamelessly when you cross your legs. “What happened last night will never happen again, doll. If you ever try to let another man touch you, he’ll die. Everyone in town knows you are mine.”

“You can’t-“ you growl, hands balling into fists. “What do you want for letting me go? I don’t want to fight anymore. I’m tired of your games. Do you want my club? You can have it! Just sign the papers and I’m out of town for good.”

“You would give ‘Artemis’, the club you built out of nothing, up to be free of me?” you shrug. Nothing you can’t accomplish. When you are free of Bucky you will start anew.

“New town. New club,” Bucky huffs at your words. “It’s nothing special. People want to dance, drink, and fuck everywhere. The only difference is, there will be no James Buchanan Barnes fucking me over.”

“I did not fuck you over but fucked you thoroughly,” you scream in frustration, grasp the first thing on Bucky’s desk to throw it at him. “I even let you fuck Stevie.”

“That was a birthday gift, and you had your turn too,” getting up you want to attack Bucky, but you don’t get far.

“Come here doll and get some,” he already grasps for your arm, moves faster than you can blink to push you onto the couch at his office.

“Get off me,” you fight with Bucky. Slap his face, tug harshly at his hair, fist his clothes before you end up on top of him.

He has you on his lap, your legs on each side of his thighs moments later to shove your panties aside, fingers pushing inside your dripping core. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me, doll.”

“I’m just needy thanks to you, Barnes,” you growl, hands pawing at his jacket, tugging harshly. “Give me something, anything…”

“My dick?” he cocks a brow, groaning when you nod eagerly. “Just a minute baby doll,” husking the words Bucky rips your panties apart. “Lemme call Steve to join us.” He grins, revealing he tricked you again.

“Fucking asshole,” you slap his cheek harshly, growling his name. “There I believe you can act like an adult.”

“Just let me call him and he can watch me fuck you like a man,” Bucky grips your waistline, fingers digging in your flesh to hold you on top of him. “I want him to see how good I can make you feel.”

“I wanted to get off, not give your best buddy something to jerk off,” you growl, pushing against Bucky’s shoulders. “Jesus, we are a mess, Barnes.”

“I know, but I love you,” you sigh, forehead pressing against Bucky’s. “Can we not try again? I know that I fucked up, but give me another chance, doll.”

Your hands cup his face, and you breathe against him. Your forehead still touches Bucky’s heated one, and you just take a moment to feel him against you.

“I want Dot gone, not just out of your life but out of town. I don’t care if you send her to hell or Timbuktu. Just get rid of that grinning bitch,” you mutter. “If you get rid of her, we can talk again.”

“Uh-erm,” Bucky tilts his hips to press his erection into your core. “Can we still fuck? I didn’t touch Dot, I swear. Yes, I had a few flings here and there, but I know you were riding Steve’s dick over the last months.”

“What can I say – he has a nice dick,” you smirk, hands kneading the knots out of Bucky’s shoulders. “Maybe we can invite him once in a while?”

“What will I get in return?” Bucky husks, searching your eyes. “Doll?”

“You can do that thing with your thing,” a deep guttural growl leaves Bucky’s chest before you find yourself underneath the mobster, pinned to the couch.

“Give me five and I’ll get her out of town. And then, I want to do the thing with my thing in your ass.”

“Not today,” you grumble. “Get me off first and show me you’ll not stray again. If you can prove you are worth my time, you can conquer my ass.”

“I wanna-“ Bucky whines. “You better let me fuck that tight ass, doll. If not, I’ll not let you cum for months…”

“Promises…promises…”

“Bye, bye, Dottie,” you coo, waving at Steve. The tall blonde drags said woman out of her apartment, not caring Dot screams, fighting Steve with tooth and nails. “Have a nice trip!”

“Bitch!” Dot growls, screaming on the top of her lungs. “You can have that bastard back. He barely made me cum.”

“Did you fuck her?” growling the words you glare at Bucky. “James Buchanan Barnes! Did you fuck that woman?”

“Maybe a little?” Bucky shrugs, rubbing his hands over your arms, grinning sheepishly. “I was barely inside, ya know.”

“What the fuck! There is no ‘I was barely inside’, James. You were inside and fucked her or you weren’t,” you punch his chest harshly. “There is no halfway!”

“Fine, I fucked her ass,” your husband grumbles. “What can I say? We were on a break, and I was lonely.”

“Don’t you fucking dare to tell me you were lonely, Barnes,” pushing against his shoulders you ignore Steve tries to drag you off his friend. “Good thing I rode Steve’s dick excessively. Damn, he was so good!”

“If you don’t stop talking about Steve’s dick I’ll let him fuck you right here, in front of all my men! Maybe I’ll let them have a turn too – huh? All of them!” Bucky threatens, not liking the grin on your lips.

“Oh, please! As if I didn’t already fuck all of your men! Sam was the first I blew off in your car! He tasted like a goddamn popsicle!”

“Lying bitch!” Bucky is in your face, breathes heavily when you exclaim Thor had you on your husband’s desk, followed by his raven-haired brother. “You didn’t fuck my men!”

“I did and if I want to, I’ll do it again. Right here. Right now. All of them in all my holes,” you jab your finger into Bucky’s chest, snickering when he wraps his metal hand around your throat.

“You better think before you speak to me again,” he growls. “Get in my car and shut your mouth.”

“Aw, don’t you want one of your men to shut my mouth with his dick?” you retort, laughing when Bucky roughly shoves you toward his car to bend you over the hood.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll show you what you’ll get,” Steve tries to stop his friend when Bucky rips your dress down your body, followed by your panties.

“Oh, do you want to fuck me, or will you ask a real man to do so?” laughing manically you spread your legs. “I’m ready for all of them, James.”

“Fucking bitch,” he unzips his pants, impatiently getting his dick out. “I’m gonna fuck you right here for all my men to see.”

“Promises again-“ you giggle, not missing Steve tries to stop his friend. “Will ya fuck me now or shall I ask one of your men?”

“Shut up,” his cock slaps against your ass, and his men turn around, not wanting to peak on you getting fucked. “If anyone takes his eyes off my wife, he’ll fuck her after me!”

“Did you just offer my pussy to all of your men? Naughty, James,” you grin, imagining getting filled by all of Bucky’s men. “Damn, yes.”

“I might add, anyone putting their hands on my wife will die, slow and painful!” you whine, disappointed you’ll only get Bucky’s dick. “Now shut the fuck up and just take my dick like a good girl.”

“Aw, you still think I’m a good girl, Bucky. That’s so sweet of you,” giggling you tap your fingers onto the hood. “Will I get your dick now or do you have performance issues in front of your men?”

“Fucking bitch,” his metal hand roughly fists your hair, presses your face into the cool surface of his car, gives you a stark contrast to his hot cock that nudges at your slit. “I hope you are wet because I don’t care if it hurts for you.”

“Bastard,” filled to the brim seconds later you struggle to breathe. Bucky is not gentle by all means, he roughly grips your shoulders, holds you down like you are nothing but a hole to fill. “Fuck me like a man, if you can.”

“Buck, can we not leave,” Steve grumbles, eyes glued to your body pressed to the car. He would never tell anyone so, but Steve loves to fuck a girl on a car.

“Watch and maybe, you’ll get a turn too. Sloppy seconds and all,” Sam tries to not look, knowing Bucky is too engrossed in starting to fuck into you. Brock on the other hand rubs his hand over his dick, listening to all the noises you make for your husband.

“Buck, this goes too far,” you moan loudly, feeling Bucky speed up. He doesn’t care if you get off or enjoy the ride; he simply wants to lay claim on your body again. “Bucky!”

“You’ll watch me fuck my wife, Sam,” Bucky moves his hands to your hips, holds your body in a tight grip. “I dare you to look away.”

“Bucky likes to have an audience while we fuck,” you quip, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to meet Steve’s darkened eyes. “Look at you Steve, so hard while your best buddy fucks his wife.

“Can you stop flirting with Steve?” Bucky starts to drag you onto his length, groans with every harsh thrust. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to not let you cum.”

“Don’t challenge me, Barnes!” while you bicker with your husband, his men silently sneak toward their cars, leave you to your coupling. “You better make me cum!”

“Little bitch wants to dictate my life,” he ruts into you, hands pawing at your flesh. “My doll wanted to fuck Stevie, and I let her. But then I want to fuck Natasha and she freaks out.”

“As you didn’t ask me to do so! You fucked her in our bed, and she wore one of my dresses,” you growl, pushing back onto Bucky’s length. “All those bitches, you fucked them on our bed. I would’ve never fucked Steve on our bed!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Cheater!”

“Fucking cum.”

“I’m trying but you lost your mojo,” you pant, smirking at Steve. He’s the last man standing – or rather the only guy watching you and Bucky fuck.

“Steve, make a mental note. We will put my wife in the dungeon and play with her all night long,” whimpering you look at Steve, imagining all the cruel things both men will do to you.

“Please.”

“Cum and I’ll hurt you so good…”

“I forgot we got a freaking sex dungeon,” you roll on your back, stretching your sore body. “So, who’s going to get me food?”

“Steve?”

“I don’t feel my legs, Buck,” Steve groans. “How about you go, and I’ll just lie here, ignoring my sore dick.”

“Don’t be such a baby,” you tut. “I only tried to show you a good time. How should I know you can’t take it?”

“Stevie, if you want to keep up with my wife, you must train your dick,” Bucky snickers, looking around the room to find his pants. “Sam, why are you still on the floor?”

“I need a break,” Sam pants, glancing at Bucky who ushers toward the door to unlock it. “I never thought I will ever not want sex.”

“Aw, my sexy soft bear can’t get up from the floor, Bucky,” you sigh deeply, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Did you hear me?” the female asks, disturbing your moment of silence. “Mrs. Barnes, did you hear me?”

Your eyes snap open and you feel the heat creep into your cheeks. Your therapist looks at you, expectantly, waiting for you to answer her question. “What did you imagine?”

“I-I,” you sigh, realizing you daydreamed once again. “To pay him back and, have some fun,” you sniff now.

“How did you do it? Who are you when you pay him back?” she asks. “Describe the person you are in your dreams.”

“When I imagine paying my husband back, I’m sexy and wild. Not meek and boring. If only I was a little more like that woman, he would’ve never found someone better, sexier, and more interesting.”

“Mrs. Barnes, you are not boring nor unsexy. Men cheat on their women for other reasons,” she tuts. “We talked about your low self-esteem.”

“Doesn’t change the fact she’s a ten and I’m a two, maybe even a one,” you sniffle. “I guess he will file for divorce soon enough to marry that woman. I can’t do anything and feel so helpless. What can I do? Bucky doesn’t love me anymore, maybe he never did.”

There is a knock on your therapists’ door, causing her to frown. “Just a minute, Mrs. Barnes. I wonder who dares to disturb our session.”

“It’s okay,” you give her a soft smile. “I can open it for you, and you can make some more notes.”

“We need to talk,” when you open the door, Bucky stands in front of you, panting heavily, an envelope with papers in his hands. You assume he wants to deliver the divorce papers today, so you nod silently.

“Okay, come in,” defeated you open the door a bit wider to let Bucky inside. “Let’s get this over with.”

You walk toward the couch, holding back the tears while Bucky strips his coat off, tossing it onto the couch, ignoring your therapist completely.

“You need to stop talking to your therapist about me,” he begins. “Y/N, what will happen when she tells anyone about the stuff you told her.”

“I only told her about my doubts, that I feel like a grey mouse,” you sniffle. “There is nothing wrong with it. I try to feel better and get over the fact that I never was pretty or sexy to you.”

Tears run down your face, and you choke out a sob, hating yourself for it. “What the fuck, doll. I gave you time and space, but you’ll not talk about shit with a stranger. I want you to talk to me!”

“About what, Bucky? There is nothing left to say. You want that sexy woman, and I’m going to fade in grey again,” you shrug. “It is what it is.”

“Fade to what?” running one hand down his face Bucky sighs. “Y/N, doll. I was drunk and Natasha asked me if she can stay in the guest room. When I walked into our bedroom she was there, wearing little to nothing.”

“How could you resist a woman like her while having someone like me at home. I’m not-“ your voice cracks when you look down your body.

“I-I’m sorry that I almost had sex with her. I was stupid. We had this fight, and I was weak that night, baby doll,” he crouches down next to you, gently touches your foot. “Look at me, doll. Natasha can’t compare to you.”

“’s okay, Bucky,” you shrug. “Men like you shouldn’t go for girls like me. You belong to Natasha or anyone else but me.”

“Fucking shit, Y/N! Yell at me. Scream. Throw things. Do anything but blame yourself for my infidelity. I was drunk and made out with Natasha. This was not your fault, it was mine, doll,” he runs his hand up and down your leg, tries to make you talk to him.

“I will sign the papers, no problem.”

“Papers? What papers? I got you the photos you wanted of the puppy,” Bucky opens the envelope to place the pictures of one of the puppies you liked onto your lap. “I-you see.”

“Puppies? I don’t understand, Bucky,” sniff, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Y/N, can we not talk about what happened?”

“Mr. Barnes, I’m glad you made it to one of our sessions,” your therapist clears her throat, watches you make space on the couch for your husband. “Why don’t we talk about your problems? Maybe I can help you?”

“OHMYGOD, Bucky,” you giggle, slapping his bare chest while he tries to slip inside of you. “Hey, shouldn’t we do one of those pair therapy exercises?”

“I’m on it, beautiful,” your husband slams into you, ignores you are still sore from your last encounter. Well, you barely made it out of your therapist’s office without fucking the life out of each other. “Aw, you were such a cute shy girl, and I, the big bad mobster just came to the session to help you cope.”

“You’re an asshole,” you pant, cunt already soaked again. “But fuck me, baby. My therapist will be so fucking proud of me for taking the next step.”

“Next step, huh? You went straight to fucking me, Steve, and Sam. That’s not the next step, it’s the ultimate.”

“Yeah, and it was great,” your nails bite into Bucky’s back, leave angry red lines but you don’t care. “I’m gonna lay claim on you again Barnes.”

He growls, hips crashing into yours. “This cunt is mine. No more Sam or Steve,” you hum to yourself, lean back, and decide to just enjoy the ride. “What? Don’t just lie there, doll.”

“I’m tired but want an orgasm. Come on, Buck, work that body,” you grin, watching Bucky move on top of you. “That’s what you wanted. Right? A girl like Dot, who just lies there and takes it.”

“Damnit, doll. Move your body,” he groans when you decide to buck your hips. “More, Y/N. I wanna feel you move your body…”

“So, a second chance?” your therapist asks when you shyly sit on the couch next to Bucky. Oh, how you love to pretend you are not the devil in disguise.

Your red lips curve into a smirk and you wonder if that smart woman will ever find out the truth about you and Bucky.

“Yes, we will go for more sex and fewer puppies,” Bucky grunts, patting your thigh, squeezing it roughly with his metal hand. “Truth is doc; my girl needs a cock more than anything. Sometimes I’ll bring Steve in, to help me fuck her.”

“What?” your therapist stutters, looking at you with wide eyes. “Mr. Barnes!”

“Oh, she loves it, doc. Last time it was an orgy. I watched Steve, Sam and Thor take turns. She was covered in cum and screamed only my name,” Bucky grins like the devil, already patting his hidden gun.

“I-I,” unsure what to say or how to react to such a confession your therapist slowly gets up from your chair. “I think I’ll need fresh air.”

“Sit, doc,” his voice dangerously low now Bucky dips his head to look her straight in the eyes. “Did you think I don’t know you were selling all those nice information my wife gave you to my enemies?”

“Buck,” you sigh. “Don’t kill another therapist. I liked that one—”

“Great, now I must find a new therapist thanks to you,” watching Bucky parade around your bedroom, a smirk plastered all over his face you roll your eyes. “Seriously, Barnes. You killed three of my therapists in not eight years.”

“The first dared to say we should file for divorce. I know he only wanted to get a taste of your pussy,” your husband mutters.

“Yeah, but what about therapist number two? He didn’t do anything wrong, still, the cops knocked on my door not days after his disappearance.”

“Hey, it wasn’t me!” Bucky snickers. “Maybe Steve didn’t like your therapist blamed him for our failed marriage.” The bastard shrugs. “Or I had to show him no one touches my wife.”

“He didn’t touch shit, Barnes,” you growl, watching Bucky open the door to the bathroom to reveal his next gift to you. “What?”

“May I present to you—” he smirks when a black cat waltzes into the room, “that’s Hades, its soul is as black as yours.”

“Don’t say shit about black cats,” patting the mattress you watch Hades jump onto the bed, purring. “I love black cats.”

“I know, doll,” laughing Bucky sits on the bed to watch you pat the cat.

“This is your last second chance, Barnes. Next time I’ll just kill you...”

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late-to-the-party-81 · 3 years ago

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His favourite canvas

AN: An intense scene with Steve, but you love it. This is part three of An Artist and an Engineer.

Un-beta'd. Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Banners and mood board by me.

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Relationship: Artist Steve x Reader

Word Count: approx 700

CW: Smut! (Oral (m receiving) Spanking, Caning, PinV sex (unprotected but established relationship), Masturbation, Facial/Pearl Necklace, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism)

Steve was an artist. He’d built up his reputation quickly since he left art school, dazzling the art world with his form and techniques.

But despite the accolades, the showings and the money, it was being in his Brooklyn studio, working on a canvas that he really loved.

And you were his favourite canvas.

He’d started today by fucking your throat until your mascara and eyeliner ran down your face leaving black streaks and your red lip stick had smeared over your face and his cock.

He’d smiled at you the whole time, taking photos with his old school SLR. He took pictures during all of your scenes and the click of the shutter and the whirl of the film winder now elicited a Pavlovian response in you, making your pussy clench and your juices flow.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. My own Calliope.” He soft, deep voice caressed your skin.

Putting his camera down on the side table, he eased his cock out of your mouth. He stripped you down, throwing your clothes over his shoulder.

“Hands and knees on the bed, Cali.”

You knew what was coming next and you shivered in expectation. But Steve, the tease that he was, waited. And then waited a bit more, watching you, determining the best place to start.

A swoosh, as his hand travelled through the air, gave you split second warning before his hand smacked down on your right buttock. You let out a little cry and rocked forward before a second smack hit your other buttock.

The sting was delicious as he peppered your ass and thighs with smacks from his large, artists hands.

“Such a pretty colour, baby. Now to add another layer.”

You tried to relax, but you squeaked as the cane swished and landed, crossing both cheeks of your ass. You dropped your head onto the plush black comforter

“Colour Cali?”

“Totally green, Steve”

“That’s my girl!”

You lost time under the sweep of the cane, Steve’s praises and the sounds of his camera.

Your were moaning louder now, inter dispersed with breathy gasps with each impact. Your pussy now felt as warm as your ass and you were getting desperate.

“Steve! Please!”

“What do you need, baby?” Swish!

“You, Steve. I need you!”

“Turn and look at me.”

You raised your head and turned to look over your shoulder.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.” He raised his camera so he could capture your whole body in the shot; your ass covered in reddish-purple stripes and your makeup stained face, your expression completely wrecked.

Satisfied he got his shot he removed his clothes with an un-hurried haste. He flipped you on to your back and caged you in with his thick arms.

“Can’t get enough of you, Cali.”

His lips captured yours and he rocked against you, his cock sliding between your folds, slicking himself. You mewled and your hands scrabbled at his shoulders.

“Sshh, baby, I’m here.” He slid inside you and your head rolled back. The beautiful pressure made tears squeeze from your eyes. He always made you feel so full.

He started off slow, but it wasn’t long before he was thrusting into you deeper and harder.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Your hand drifted down to play with your clit, your hips rolling up to meet his. Steve could tell you were getting close so he leant back on his knees, one hand on your hips and the other retrieving his camera.

“That’s it Calliope, come for me. Need to see you.”

Your pleasure engulfed you and you arched up, eyes closed and mouth open.

“Steve, Steve, Steve.”

His name fell from your lips like prayer as you rode your orgasm. You collapsed, limp, onto the bed, breathing hard.

Steve pulled out of you, his cock red and aching, covered in your release. He shuffled up the bed, straddling your waist, taking himself in his fist. He jerked himself off over you, his head tilted back. He came with a shout and his cum landed on your face and chest.

He beamed at you as he came back down, before raising his camera a final time and taking pictures of how he had painted you, the pearly drops shining in the light as they coated your lips and pooled down between your breasts.

“Fuck, baby. Can’t wait to develop these and show them to Bucky.”

#artist steve rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction

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prettynxsty · 3 years ago

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Stirring the Hooch 🍷

Domme!Reader x Sub!Jin

Warnings: Morning sex, jin has a pussy, consumption of booze and drunkenness, graphic mentions of vomiting, appearance of ot7, dirty talk, jin is a little bossy, y/n has a big ass dick, use of noona/hyung in a non sexual way, a little bit of cum play, creampie, partially clothed sex.

A/N: Vacation sex with just a liiiiittle bit of plot lmfao. There’s no facefucking because i was worried that it was getting too long. Anyway, enjoy.

You all but crashed out of bed this morning, landing on your hands and knees with a muted thump. You would’ve patted yourself on the back for even managing to strip and change your clothes for bed last night, but you felt like you were still drunk.

You should have regretted everything that happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You plant your palms on the floor, rocking yourself forward and will yourself to start crawling. You knock your yoga mat away from your bags, watching the little purple tube bounce until it goes still.

You slap your hand over it, messily swatting it open. You crawl over it with a sigh and position yourself over the mat. It should have been a bad memory.

The table was 3 rounds of shots in before the waitress kindly reminded you that bottomless mimosas were only 5 dollars. Eyebrows rose around in a wave, sharing a devilish look of agreement. It was vacation, wasn’t it?

Something crazy began to leak out of your ears when you decided to cash in.

Namjoon was the first to throw himself to his feet, climb on the booth and begin dancing. Jimin whoops to the beat in encouragement, clumsily scrambling up on his chair to join his hyung.

Yoongi gets this strange look in his eye, dumping himself over Hoseok’s shoulder. They howled in laughter until Yoongi was crying. Actually crying.

What pleasantly surprised you the most is when Yoongi kneeled on the booth, facing away from the other side of the table, and began to shake his ass in a way that you wouldn’t have expected from him.

Jungkook’s faith was tested today, usually as the one who finishes everyone else's food, he decided to polish off the rest of everyone’s glasses.

Your sight of the world is stilted, moving in colored frames. You hear the noise of a bit of crashing and chair shifting, turning to see Jin. His sandals slap noisily against the floor as he barrels onto the dance floor, into the middle of the crowd.

Taehyung is bouncing up and down in his seat, shouting adlibs to the sound, pumping his hand in the air. You allow your head to fall forward, shoulders bouncing with a slow bout of laughter that makes your whole body bounce.

You slide your hands backward until they reach your knees, flipping your palms. You take a slow breath in, resting your forehead against the floor. You feel a dancing in your spine, your body so desperately wants to sway to sound that is not heard. The spirits must dance amongst themselves, you must return to yourself, to the terran world.

The same translucent lasso wraps around your arms and squeezes them to your sides. A burning call. You’re apt to rise when you’re full of this feeling, the pull is something indescribable. It crawls from the soles of your feet, causing them to tap. It races through you, your shoulders are swaying like a pendulum.

Deny yourself, you will not. You flew, tripping over the flat of the ground and blitz into the crowd to dance.

You breathe out slowly, flipping your palms and walking them forward. Your torso follows until your hips carefully nestle on the mat. Like sizzling wisps of smoke, the tightness knotted in you began to dissipate. You stretch your shoulders backward, gentle snaps and pops bursting in the air due to the tension knotted into your limbs like loops pulled too tight.

You’re screaming to every second beat, the world below is more than a reach away. Your legs are swinging through the gap between Namjoon and Jungkook’s shoulders. It feels as if the whole building is bouncing with you, your sanity went back to the home to rest.

You tilt your hips forward, leaning your weight onto the balls of your feet before rising into downward dog. Your lower back clicks, a rattling groan of relief shivers its way out of your mouth. You were finally beginning to feel your clothes against your body.

Your cock hangs limply out of one of the leg holes of your tiny shorts, scrunched up to your inner thighs. Your breasts sway gently, peering their way through the large holes of your oversized tank top. There was no reason that you wore that thing to bed, you usually woke up with a breast hanging out somehow.

It was a wonder you weren’t kicked out. You had no idea who paid for dinner, the amount would feel exorbitant. Nonetheless, a vacation should be indulgent.

Despite everyone being so ridiculously inebriated, you managed to concur that taking a taxi would be more trouble than it was worth since nobody was sober enough.

The villa was only a few blocks away anyway.

You hardly made it two block away from the place before everything seemed to fall into itself. Jimin dumped himself on the curb to take off his shoes even though he was only wearing sandals. Jungkook tripped his way over to the trash can on the corner as quickly as he could for someone who was plastered.

He grips handfuls of his shirt to hold it out of the way, even when drunk he was still meticulous. He retches weakly.

Risotto wasn’t nearly was beautiful or decadent when it came back out. Twenty-plus dollars directly into the bin on the city street. He gags so forcefully that he misses for a split second, a bit of cream colored mush dripping over the side before wetly splashing over the rest of the discarded garbage inside.

“Oh gawd- let’s go get him something.” Hoseok misses at patting your shoulder, but grabs your hand to drag you across the empty street to the convenience store on the other side.

You tried to straighten up when the cooler air washes over you, but your eyes were still very bleary. You stop by the baked goods and grab him a delicious yeasty smelling twisted donut and a ginger ale.

Hoseok stumbles up to the counter beside you, plopping a few bags of chips on it. “The salt will settle his tummy,” he explains quickly.

You give him a goofy smile, shaking your head and hand the cashier a little over exact change in cash. You gently push their hand away when they offer back the remaining coins, scooping up your items and head on your way.

You return across the street to Jimin struggling to stay awake from where he sat on the curb, Yoongi and Taehyung quietly hugging, Jin staring into the void of stars, and Namjoon showering kisses over Jungkook’s forehead.

“My poor Googoo,” he wails dramatically. Jungkook puckers his lips, prompting a raspy shriek from the older as he stumbles away. Jungkook chuckles, spreading his arms wide in request of an embrace.

You cringe, holding out the donut and drink with an awkward smile. It wasn’t as if he reeked of vomit, you just preferred for him to settle his stomach first.

“Googieeee~!” Hoseok shrieks, nearly tripping over the curb before hugging the younger man.

“Thank you Noona.” Jungkook pouts from over Hoseok’s shoulder, clumsily taking the items from your hand.

You turn your torso to the side, shifting your left foot forward into a lunge. You raise your arm with a slow breath inward, shifting your weight accordingly.

Jin was beautiful even when he snored all night, he was propped against the pillows like Snow White in her glass case. He’d opened his eyes quite a bit ago, silently watching you stretch yourself out.

“You look really tempting when you do that, babe.” He rasps.

Your impenetrable focus is shattered, causing you to cover your face with an incredulous laugh. “Before breakfast?”

“Hell yeah before breakfast, I don’t just wanna look, I wanna touch. Come here.”

“You’re still drunk too, huh?”

“There are a lot of times that I’m insatiable, but I want it right now.”

His assertiveness always sends a funny little churn through your belly.

You slowly shift the weight of your body onto your feet and stand. Not as heavy or dizzy as before, but a different tingling began to set inside of you. Your glance down, reaching to unfurl your shorts.

“Uh-uh, leave them like that.” He gives you a smile that’s absolutely devilish, shoving the sheets away from his lap. “Come to mama.”

It dawns on you as you approach the bed that he must’ve snatched up your shirt to sleep. It rode up his belly just a little, leading way to his light blue slip.

You plant your hands on the mattress, crawling in between his thighs. He leans forward, placing his hands on your hips and gently rubbing your sides. You cup his face, gently combing through his messy black tufts with your fingers.

His eyes scrunch up with a giddy chuckle, his neck was still flushed. Not quite as much as dark juice that leaks from berries gnashed between teeth. But rather the breath of age that colored ripened flesh of fruit from taught and pale shells surrounding infant seeds.

You imagined him as your first cabernet.

You were home alone. There was never any alcohol in the cabinets, not within your reach. However there was one bottle that sat on the highest shelf that’d begun to haunt your mind.

You thought about him day and night, wondering if you should be so daring as to wrap your fingers around the cork and pluck it out.

The bottle was dark, not so much as black, but an impenetrable brown of iodine or creamless coffee.

You stood in the pantry, door closed behind you as if there would be a soul to see. You rise with the aid of a little black stool, carefully grabbing the ruby red scarf wrapped around the bottle’s neck.

The pop of the remaining forth of the cork causes your breathing to break away. Dare it be said this noise was foreign, not yet attributed to merriment and celebration for you.

You raise the bottle to your lips and pour it in. The mouth feel is heavier than water, nothing unsettling.

Your tongue begins to glitter in a way you cannot determine if it’s unpleasant or lovely. Effervescence. Armoracia assaults your tongue, strangling with a fruitiness.

Your brows furrow, trampled all is with acridity. Your throat seems to close, denying entry to such drink, warming the back of your nostrils. With a thick noise, you manage to swallow it. A strange trail of fire roasts a trail over the back of your esophagus before heating the pool of your stomach.

Your adolescent tongue was unable to accord with this experience. Turned away, you squeeze the cork back in the bottle and return it to where it rest before and exit the pantry.

He, before you, a taste of wine that prompted you to have another sip. You couldn’t help but polish him off over and over again. His well never ran dry.

You kiss him with a soft hum. You imagine the taste of mature grapes. His lips push against yours hungrily, flexing and relaxing like the yielding of fruit under your teeth.

From the spring, you made him feel refreshed and clear. God himself ran your droplets from the glacier and straight into his cup.

He drank from many places, many streams. You were of the first, the only to cleanse and wash his palate.

Your depth, your minerals, mellowed his harshness, his sting. No longer rousing spirits, he bestows joy amongst all.

Your hand slips from his hair, landing gently on his shoulder. Your fingertips roll into the thick of his shoulder, squeezing it as he slips his tongue through your lips.

He reaches up the leg of your shorts, wrapping his hand around your warm shaft. He’s priming you to fuck him, to use him like some breeding buck.

He jerks his hand slowly but firmly. You groan into his mouth, nearly squirming at the sensation of your foreskin rolling and stretching over the tip of your cock.

Your hand drops from his shoulder, fingers dipping their way under his panties. His croon tingles the seam of your mouth as you slip your fingers in between his outer lips and spread them apart.

It was as if he shocked you, you pull from his lips with a wet smack to catch your breath. He always made you feel so crazy. Jin smiles, slowly thumbing at your tip.

The tip of your tongue heavily slips from your gums to sweep away the deeper notes on your bottom lip.

He hesitates not to drink of your spring, leaning in and draws your tongue between his mouth with a greedy swallow. Flushing and blooming, your belly burns just as your first taste did.

His lengthy fingers slip under your night shirt, curling around the heft of your breast. He releases your mouth with a full sigh of satisfaction.

You lift your fingers to your mouth, sweeping away his pussy juice with your tongue. You hum from the pit of your gut, you could taste the fruit of the land already. The musky aroma of papaya and melon, added tang of pineapple, the earthy, milkiness of coconut.

“I wanna do it raw,” he breathes as his knuckles gently close around and twist your nipple. You glance up at him, slipping your slick fingers out of your mouth and dig them back under the hem of his undergarments.

You never did it with condoms anyway, but he never failed to grasp his chance to set your blood asunder. You drag the tips of your fingers over his inner lips, stretching and spreading them. You drag your middle finger along the seam of his petals, swirling it around his hole and gently digging it against his clit.

He hisses, rolling his hips in hopes you’d give him more.

“Did you hear me?”

He releases his grip on your breast, cupping your chin and guiding you to meet his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me raw, that means I want you to cum inside of me.” His following moan is a beautiful titter as he drags the thick of his tongue over your lips, kissing you noisily. He releases the grip of your cock, wiggling forward to lay back against the bed.

He was only ever so demanding when he was itching for you to make a mess of him. As he moves to make simple work of his panties, you take note to do the same and rid yourself of your own bottoms.

You wiggle off of the bed, wiggling your shorts down to your ankles.

“You’re so bossy today. You’re gonna need to slobber on it first, Jinnie.”

His heart seizes, bursting into a shower of pretty pink butterflies. His cunt flutters immediately at the sonority that coats your voice in viscous amber.

He quickly walks his hands forward, shifting toward the end of the bed and rolling onto his tummy. He needlessly pretties himself for you, combing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes are positively twinkling as he rests his chin on the mattress.

“It’d be quite the inconvenience if one of the others were to come in and see me cramming my dick into your mouth,” you click your tongue. You place your hand on his head, lovingly stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Maybe I should use this mouth more often, it’s much quieter.”

He furrows his brows, inhaling quickly to fix you with a response.

Your resolve crumbles with your face scrunching up in amusement. “Okay! Okay! Don’t say anything, open your mouth.”

He makes a face, cutting his eyes at you as you grab ahold of your shaft and position it at his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck.. Turn around, let me see your pussy.” You step backward to free yourself from his mouth, trying to catch your breath.

He licks his swollen, slobbery lips with a smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Jin turns slowly, propping himself up on his knees. You took an unsteady breath inward to ask about his well being, but when he presented himself, you understood immediately.

His cunt was fully in bloom between his thighs, fatter, puffier. Healthily flushed and glistening, you clap your hand over his ass.

He whines, couldn’t you see the syrupy drips and trails clinging to his inner thighs?

You push his ass up with your palm, admiring how his pussy stretched and trembled. You decidedly slip your thumb just barely in between his lips and swirl your finger through his arousal.

You grip the base of your cock with your other hand and press it up against his hole. The upper half of his body relaxes instantly, slumping against the bed with a croon that sends chills spidering over your heated flesh.

You rock forward gently, pushing your way inside of him. Jin takes to you without hesitation, pulsing and squeezing around you.

“This fucking-” you clap your hand over his ass with more force “-cunt is always so good to me,” you growl.

He mewls when you bottom out, rolling your hips forward to push deeper into him.

You rear back, easily building your pace inside of him. You move your grip to taking tight handfuls of the shirt that rolled up his back, yanking him back against you with each thrust inward.

Each moan of his began long and drawn out like the soft calls of the loon under nightfall. You prop your foot up on the bed frame, planting yourself more firmly to set a stronger pace.

The noise of your skin clapping together began to bounce off of the walls, rocking to bed to which he gripped so dearly.

You allow yourself to fall astray of control, pounding into him with deep, sharp strikes. His moans quickly evolve into frantic wails, his voice catches in his throat each time you drag him away from squirming into the escape.

You cease only for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, to which his forehead drops against the sheets with a muted rustle.

A second was efficient enough, you shift your foot and plant it more firmly before you continue your assault on his poor pussy.

He whines something at you, muffled.

“What was that?” You purr, continuing to jerk your hips shamelessly. Your moans rise and flow from your lips like a steady spring.

He manages to lift his head, thrashing it with a keen when you plunge in just a bit harder than before. It was so hard to speak when you kept knocking the breath out of his lungs. “You’re too deep inside,” he whines, unable to control the moans squeezing through his noisy panting.

“It’s too deep?” You coo, feeling your lips curl in a slight smile when you watch his messy head of black hair bob up and down.

“Roll over so I can play with your pussy,” you slow your relentless thrusts and gently move back until your cock flops wetly out of his hole.

He slumps almost completely when you pull out of him, weakly propping his palms up and laying down. Use of his legs was reasonably impossible as of now, which you quickly noted. “Move back a little,” he scoots himself backward almost pitifully.

If you weren’t almost painfully hard, you’d be more willing to let him take a break. You climb onto the bed and straddle his right thigh, propping the left over your shoulder.

You nudge yourself in between his lips, guiding your shaft until it catches against his sloppy hole. He whimpers, dropping his head back when you push your way in. His pussy accommodates you with an indecent squish.

You wrap your arm around the leg thrown over your shoulder, rocking into him. You peer down at him, his eyes were still glassy from your abuse of his throat. Your breath hitches in your throat as you jerk your hips forward, the clap of your balls against the back of his ass echoes louder.

“I wish you knew what you do to me,” you sigh hotly through teeth clenched. Your molars grind together as you return to pistoning inside of him, mashing your pelvis into his.

He was foolish enough to tilt his hips forward, the entire bed rocks pitifully as a testament to its modern craftsmanship.

Jin was flushed down to his chest, puckered lips flapping with each noisy gasp. He felt so light, he couldn’t tell if he were near fainting.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he yelps. He is barely able to lift his hands and shove his shirt around to play with his nipples.

You gently stretch his mound toward him, stroking your thumb around the spongy flesh near his clit. His shriek catches on the back of his tongue, you feel yourself begin to burn and melt.

Ruby red drips of wax cooling against a marble counter.

You nearly pull out of him on instinct, gripping the base of your dick with an ugly whimper. Your body seizes, rigid as you begin to cum.

You can hardly hear his breath in your ears over the sound of your heartbeat, your own moans are high and shaking.

You pull away from him with a rattling breath, unleashing a few final weak spurts against his folds.

You struggle to regulate your own rhythm, clumsily slipping your fingers in his sloppy cunt to spread your cum around. He whines, swatting at your hand.

“Heh,” your chest bounces weakly, “we were probably so loud.”

“I’m too tired to nag you, but I could’ve died.”

“Oh hush, we need to get ready soon.”

He gives you a crazy look before dropping his head back down and motioning you toward the door. “It’s not like you broke my legs or anything.”

“When do we get our turn?” Jimin calls from the dining room with a telling smile.

You stop cold in the entryway of the hall, turning to see the table full of your friends. They erupt in whooping laughter that causes you to continue hurrying on your way to run the bath. None of them should have even been alive at that hour, not with how they were last night.

“Nah, come back! I didn’t know Seokjin-Hyung could hit those kinds of notes!” Namjoon calls after you, cackling.

#sub!bts x reader #sub!jin #sub bts #domme reader #sub! jin x reader #sub jin x reader #sub!jin x reader

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anime-alyssa · 4 years ago

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genshin boys valentine’s headcanons!

figured i’d be at least a little festive. these are kind of long so sorry sdkfsdfsd gonna put a read more. implied spice but not graphic - and i’m pretty sure i for once in my life kept it gender neutral so go me

these were kind of hard to do since i dont do hc’s really, i make fics and yall can for sure tell where i started to struggle skfsdfsd

they are also on ao3 so do not be alarmed

Diluc:

He’d be acting like he didn’t give a shit about valentine’s day but this mf is a softie

Thinking he didn’t care, you’d offer to just stay in for the day or something

Honestly as long as it was just the two of you, you don’t really care

“What? No, we’re going out to dinner. I already planned it.”

You were really surprised, since he hadn’t voiced an opinion on the holiday before

To him this year was different - you were married, so he assumes it should be a bigger deal

You dressed up in your favorite outfit and met him at Angel’s Share later that day and you swear you saw his jaw drop to the floor

He regained his composure before he could tease you about it, taking you to dinner as promised

He held your hand from across the table and listened to you ramble about whatever

You’d try to ask him things, but he’d shake you off, not wanting to talk about himself

Nothing was out of the ordinary, just a normal dinner

Until the walk home, when he pulled out a present for you

“I had this made for you.”

A necklace made out of a Crystal core, melted into the Pyro symbol like his vision

You started to get weepy as he put it on, pressing a kiss to your temple and wrapping his arms around your middle to embrace you

You turned back around to kiss him on the lips

After that he couldn’t get you home fast enough

You thanked the archons that everyone else at the WInery was home for the night

Namely because he fucked you right against the door once you got him

And on the reception desk

….. And the table

Kaeya:

Listen, this man dotes on you

We all know Kaeya is the romantic type to the max so this is his day

He wakes you up by kissing up your body and making you orgasm

After that, he has to go in and work for a little bit

You don’t really mind, he gave you a bag of Mora and told you to buy something nice because he’s taking you to Liyue for a few days

He plans on celebrating for days, apparently

“We have a lot to celebrate, don’t we? It’s been quite a year.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong about that

When you get to Liyue, immediately your taken out to dinner and told to order anything you wanted

You almost feel bad when you glance at the bill, saying it's not fair he did everything when it was supposed to be for both of you.

Later on that night, you and Kaeya walked around Liyue harbor together

“You didn’t have to do all this for me - really.”

He looked at you like you were crazy and smirked

“But I did.”

Imagine the look on your face when he got down on one knee

After you stopped crying, you somehow managed a yes

Once you get back to where you were staying, he was on you

Except now it’s time for you to show him how you feel

He doesn’t complain when you do

The reminder of your days in Liyue are spent in a similar fashion: eating and fucking

Childe:

He has it planned down to the second

When you woke up he was gone, making you upset

But when you walked out of the bedroom and saw the dozens of roses, all was forgiven

He left you a note, saying he’d be back shortly but to get ready to go out.

Once he was home, he found you and immediately embraced you

He was always one to shower you in compliments to begin with but today he was extra complimenting on everything about you

He planned the entire day around your favorite things to do, from going to the tea shop and to the bookstore

You tried to fit in something he liked to do, but he fought you

“I’m happy seeing you happy, you know that!”

God damn it, he made your heart melt

You got home that night and he cooked for you

And it was actually really, really good

He got you a few presents too, of course

Custom made jewelry, of course

You fell asleep on him that night, with his arms wrapped around you and your head on his chest

You had been cuddling for what felt like hours, exchanging loving kisses between conversation

You didn’t miss how he said he couldn’t wait till next year

Xiao:

Thinks that it’s incredibly dumb

“It’s a waste of time” he says

You get visibly sad, thinking now that you’re not gonna do anything for the whole day

You were gonna make him his favorite and everything, as a surprise

Now you’re just sad

Oh fuck oh fuck why are you upset red alert Xiao -

He asks Zhongli for advice, which isn’t any fucking good cause he tells him to show you how much he loves you

How the fuck does he do that?

He doesn’t know

He settles for trying to comfort you in his own way, cuddling with you and apologizing for being an ass

You accept, and offer to make Almond Tofu for the two of you, but he says he’ll make it instead

It isn’t very good, but the thought is what matters

He tried and that was enough for you

After dinner he gets very touchy

That damn Harbinger was with Zhongli, he mentioned this is also something women like

He wasn’t too keen to believe him, but the way you moaned just now made his dick twitch

The rest of the night he shows you just how much he really loves you

Albedo:

You didn’t think he knew that Valentine’s Day existed, honestly

Imagine your surprise when he woke you up with flowers, and saying he took the day off

…. But that you needed to go out for work first

You didn’t argue, he hardly ever took time off, so you’d go with him to get his supplies

Even if that meant you’d fucking freeze in Dragonspire

Once you got to his workstation in the mountain, he suggested a way to warm you up

Your heart skipped a beat, until he pulled out a warming potion

“What’s wrong? Drink it and you can be warm again.”

You drank it, and then explained what you had thought he meant

He laughed in your face, of course

“Don’t worry, that will come… after dinner.”

Now you were fidgeting with anticipation the rest of the damn night

(that was also something that didn’t happen to often, damn workaholic)

He started to notice at Angel’s Share, but you blamed it on the Dandelion Wine

He saw right through you, but of course made it up later that night

Right before you were about to go to sleep, you felt him slip something on your finger

It was a ring - obviously handmade. It glowed a pretty yellow color, much like his vision

“Happy Valentine’s, my love.”

Zhongli:

He doesn’t quite understand what the big deal is

“Why is there a day dedicated to love? I say it everyday, right?”

He thinks it's just a consumer-made holiday

Which it is, obviously

But god damn it you just want your boyfriend to treat you to fucking dinner

Even if it’s just Grilled Tiger Fish, that would suffice considering the former Archon never remembers his damn Mora

You thought you had died when he walked you into the finest restaurant in Liyue

You refused to order until you had proof he had Mora on him

He agreed with a laugh and showed you that he had plenty

He had arranged the table himself, apparently, moving both chairs next to each other

This was so he could hold you throughout the evening, make sure you were okay

And whisper raunchy things into your ear while you tried to watch the entertainment like everyone else

For someone who didn’t understand the hype he was feeding into it quite a bit

He may be ancient, but he still had game

By the time you were done, your thighs were red from you rubbing them together

You tried to make it into the bedroom, but he was quicker than you were

He called the rest of the night getting his Mora’s worth

Scaramouche:

“You’re kidding me? You care about that?”

You should have known that would be the reaction, honestly

After begging hard enough, he agrees to dinner

You claim he gave in, he claims he was going to do it anyway

(he gave in)

He spent almost the whole time irritated that everyone was lovey-dovey

“Scara, that’s how it is today. We look like the odd ones out.”

He couldn’t have any of that, so he moved his chair next to yours and ate with one arm around your shoulder the rest of the time

You dragged him around to do things that you saw other couples doing

You know, like holding hands and going for walks, eating some street food

Couple things

He was quiet for most of the night, humoring you

You saw a nice necklace that you wanted while you were walking, but was offput by the price

They wanted how much Mora for that?!

You were eating a snack when Scaramouche walked away, saying he’d be back

A few minutes later, he clasped the necklace around your neck

“I don’t want to hear it. Isn’t that the whole point of the holiday? Buying shit for your partner?”

You tried to tell him it wasn’t just that, but he shut you up with some kisses

When you got home, he shut you up with more than just kisses

“This is what I was looking forward to today.”

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #childe x reader #tartagila x reader #zhongli x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader

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