#they r sitting in their second soak tonight

[foolishfuuck]

bone soup; phase one

[urhoneycombwitch]

eddie x latebloomer, virgin reader (so not self-projecting...) who isn't innocent or typically what people say is "virginal" (because virginity is a construct!) but still gets super nervous about heavy petting/sex because they've never done it before and don't want to be bad or weird and literally just flees at the confrontation

until that ovulation hits and r! is trying so hard to ignore it, squirming on Eddie's couch/bed and he's like 🤨 you ok? and then it just comes out in a whole word vomit that he's super hot and they're absolutely soaked but don't know what to do and it probably won't be good and they should just go home and eddies like... no big deal, I'll just eat you out, no penetration 🤷🏻

and when they do actually have sex later, I know Eddie talks R through it

ty for suggesting this anon! u got me inspired here's a lil blurb. also dedicated to @wdsara48 who asked for more inexperienced!reader content 🫡

+18 mdni: Eddie’s a bit clueless about the hormone cycle, oral (r receiving), cumming in pants (guess who), ovulation horny (™)

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On second thought, it was probably a really bad call to visit your boyfriend when you were this horny.

Which sounds silly, you know it does- who wouldn't want to visit their hot boyfriend at a time like this?- but you've really been enjoying taking it slow this time around. Eddie is the first boy you've dated who has totally and completely earned your trust when it comes to sex- he's never once pressured you to take your heated make-out sessions any further, pulling back and unwinding himself from you with spit-slick lips every so often to gauge your comfort level.

Is this okay? How are you feeling? Wanna take a break?

So kind. So considerate. So far away, in the kitchen, humming to himself while he fixes dinner, hair loose and curling around the shoulders of his tight Metallica tee. Every time he reaches over to stir the pot of chili on the stove, the lean muscles in his upper back and biceps curl and flex.

Hormones are flushing hot through your body, the couch you’re seated on feeling more and more confining by the second; you cross your legs at the ankle in an attempt to stave off the fidgeting, but when this causes the thick denim of your zippered jeans to press into the ache between your legs you are quick to uncross them again.

There’s a low-toned buzz that’s taken up residence in your hearing, like all the raging horniness has no place else to go- which is why you don’t hear Eddie the first time he speaks.

He’s standing at the edge of the living room now, hands on hips, one dark brow raised in your direction- “Earth to angel. You with me?”

“Huh?” You swallow harshly against the dryness in your throat (contrasted with the excess wetness in other places) and shake your head, slipping your hands underneath your thighs to sit on them and ground yourself a bit. “Sorry, I was zoning out. What’d you say?”

“I said you seem antsy tonight,” Eddie repeats, moving in to sit next to you, close enough for your knees to touch. “Had too much coffee or somethin’? Y’know, you really shouldn’t drink that stuff after noon. Not good for ya.”

He’s teasing, all smooth movements with an easy grin as he snakes an arm around your shoulders.

The smoke-sweet smell of his cologne floods your senses- musky and heady and this underlayer of something earthy, wild, that you could swear hits on a primal nerve by the way it makes your clit throb.

When you stiffen under Eddie’s arm, he reads your signal as one of discomfort, tsking at himself underneath his breath before starting to pull away. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to make you-”

“No!” Your hand darts out to grab at his over your shoulder, keeping him from leaving, because if the warmth of his body pressed to your side stops you might actually die. “No, it’s not you. I promise. It’s me. I’m…”

Eddie watches you with mild concern as you flounder, mouth opening and shutting a few times before settling on just the truth- “I’m ovulating.”

He blinks. “Um. Shit. Do you need to go to the doctor? ‘Cuz the main office is definitely closed this time ‘a night but the ER is for sure open-”

You bend at the waist, pitching forward with a groan and cutting him off. With hot cheeks buried in your hands, your voice comes out muffled- “Didn’t you take sex ed, like, three times?”

“Sure did. Learned basic anatomy real well.” His palm has slid to your lower back, your shirt ridden up to expose a stripe of skin that his warm hand now rests on. “Help me out, princess. What’s goin’ on?”

With a pounding heart, you manage to sit up, looking down at your hands in your lap as you whisper, “Ovulation makes me, like, super horny.”

At first, you think he didn’t hear you, but after a beat of silence there’s a subtle shift in his posture, spine straightening.

“Oh.” Eddie’s hand on you doesn’t move but his other one smoothes down the line of his jean-clad thigh, clearing his throat before asking, “And do you wanna… do something about that?”

Mustering courage, you swivel slightly to look at him- the joking tone from earlier has drained out of his voice, and this is the shyest you’ve ever seen him: staring unseeing at his own lap, plucking at the knee of his jeans.

“Like what?” You ask, matching the same low tone he’s just used.

When Eddie looks back at you, that’s when you realize your mistake- his lack of eye contact wasn’t due to shyness. The way he’s looking at you now, dark chocolate eyes holding a steady gaze, it’s a wonder he’s been so restrained this whole time. 

“Could eat you out. Only if you wanted, though.”

You shiver. Visibly. 

A slow, half-tilted smile pulls at Eddie’s lips; he brings your free hand to his face and kisses your knuckles, then tugs you up with him to stand.

“C’mon. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Cast in soft lamplight, Eddie closes the door to his room before cupping your face in his hands, cool rings against your cheeks. He kisses you gently, at first, plush lips notching in steady rhythm against yours; when you tug him in closer by his waist and slip your tongue between his teeth, he groans into your mouth.

He pulls away, wet click of your separating mouths loud in the quiet of the room before giving your hip a light tap. “Up on the bed, angel.”

You’re quick to comply, crawling backwards on the duvet, lust unfurling in your stomach as you rest half-propped on your elbows.

Eddie divests himself of his shirt in one fluid motion without taking his eyes from you. His pale skin gleams in the low light, silver chain and guitar pick necklace swinging as he moves to hover over you.

“You okay?” He asks, dark hair a curtain around both your faces as his bare torso presses against your clothed one. 

When you nod, he ducks to kiss you again before sliding a hand up your shirt. “Good. ‘Cuz I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

You know he’s mostly joking- you and him have a safeword, and he’s always attentive to your body signals- but the pure desire that he’s kissing and touching you with is indicative of a boy who’s waited too long to be able to have you like this.

Eddie laps at your mouth, tongue twining with yours as his hand squeezes and molds the fat of your breast through your bra as both your nipples stiffen in response. When his knee slots between your thighs, you moan, hips jolting up to chase the friction.

“Can I…” you’re panting, forehead crushed to Eddie’s as you search for the words. “I want your mouth, on me- please.”

You’re rarely ever so communicative, usually hidden away behind a wall of reservations that are totally melted away now. Eddie makes a noise like he’s been punched, sucks at a spot behind your ear that causes your hips to rock forward again, then says, “Yeah, sweetheart, yeah. You can have my mouth. Fuck.”

While he kisses down the slope of your neck, between your clothed breasts, your bare stomach where your shirt’s been rucked up, he’s muttering (to himself, to you, hard to say): “‘Course you can have my mouth. Have it wherever you want it. Christ. Should’a asked for it sooner. Give you anything you want.”

Eddie pops the button on your jeans and you lift your hips so he can pull them completely off your body; when he sees the wet patch of arousal darkening your baby blue underwear he chokes out another curse before working the fabric down your hips and tossing them to the ground.

“Gonna let me taste you, baby?” he asks, stretching his lower half out on the mattress and pulling your legs over his shoulders, his mouth inches from your soaked core. Eddie looks up at you, face bracketed by your thighs, pupils blown out with desire, waiting for your go-ahead.

“Please,” you murmur, stretching out a hand to pet at the crown of his head.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment with your touch; when he presses a kiss to the top of your cunt, your hand tightens in his hair, his resulting hum of encouragement vibrating against your clit.

Eddie flattens his tongue and licks a wide stripe up your folds, spreading the wetness from your leaking hole up to mouth sloppily at your clit; when he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, your elbow supporting your half-propped frame gives out and you pitch back against the covers.

“There- ah- shit, there, Eddie…” you sound wrecked already, voice husked with the strain of holding back whines. Normally, you’d be so in your head about the exposing condition you’re in, but at this point you’re too wound up to care, Eddie’s tongue against the beating heart of you coaxing that tightness in your stomach closer and closer to snapping.

His nails bite in where his hands span the width of your thighs, holding you against his mouth even as your legs tremble and hips twist jerkily with each sweep of his tongue; Eddie gives one last suck to your clit then follows the line of your cunt down, down with his tongue to prod at your sodden entrance.

When his tongue slides into you with a wet squelch, obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room, you both moan in tandem- your hand in his hair tightens to near-brutal, and the bed underneath you both tremors with the jolt of Eddie’s hips rutting into the mattress.

He sets a steady pace with his tongue, fucking it in and out of you as his nose nudges against your clit. That coil in your stomach is starting to make all your muscles tense up, your thighs locking Eddie in place (who seems to only be spurred on with each constriction of your body).

“Gonna come?” The lower half of his face is coated in your slick as he takes a brief pause to kiss at your inner thigh, one hand coming to rest on your tummy, pinning you down. “C’mon, baby. Let me see it.”

Your body obeys, tension snapping as his mouth returns to your cunt, a high whine of “Eddie Eddie Eddie” that you don’t bother to hide this time loosening from your throat as everything around you bursts and crashes into orgasm.

Toes curling against Eddie’s lower back, cunt spasming around his tongue, Eddie fucks you through it and then some, his own hips mindlessly grinding down as your release triggers his own, spilling warm into his boxers while your high spirals out.

When the spams of your pleasure turn over into aftershocks, Eddie comes up for air, pressing one last kiss to your overstimulated cunt before crawling up your body to lie on top with his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck,” you say aloud to the ceiling, breathless, arms automatically encircling the boy. “Holy shit.”

“I’ll say.” Eddie’s breath cools over the sticky patch he kissed into your skin, his mouth still wet with your release. He gathers enough energy to plant his elbows on either side of your head, looking down at you, suddenly serious. “So um… how often do you get ovi- ovel… like this? Once a year or somethin’?”

The laugh shakes out of your chest before you can stop it; you reach up to tuck Eddie’s curls behind his ears, your previous bashfulness having been tongue-fucked out of you.

“Eddie Munson, do I have news for you.”

[tlouadditc]

smoking with roommate!ellie... a thought.

song being thought of while writing: hold on by the internet

WARNINGS: smut [18+, MDNI], fluff if u squint ur eyes, drug use [weed], awkward convo with ellie LMAO, ellie is a horny stoner, fingering, oral [r!receiving], jealousy, love confession. pet names (mostly baby and princess) words: 1.7k, rating: MATURE

note: this is like my first smut [not to mention my first fic] so erm if there are grammar errors or some parts that dont make sense im sorry 😭😭😭 enjoy!

it's been a long week; essay after essay, multiple assignments to turn in, and now you have 3 tests in the next 2 days. you had walked home in the rain, not even bothering to pull out your umbrella. fuck it, you thought, my dorm isn't that far.

you lazily pulled out your keys, unlocking the front door. as soon as you open the door, you're met with a pungent- well, that's harsh; a not-so-pleasant- smell of weed and a random fruity ass candle. you cough and look around to see who the hell is smoking he-

"oh, hey, y/n." ellie was sitting on the couch, manspreading in front of the tv while smoking a blunt. her eyelids were heavy and she had a smug smile. "oh, uh. sorry about the smell.. i took a random candle."

you set your bags down and took your shoes off, waving your hand in front of your face to remove the smell temporarily. "all.. all good." god, she looks good, you thought. she was sitting in a white wifebeater and loose sweatshorts, sitting just right on her hips so you could see her boxers. the way she was looking at you and smiling made your face heat up, thinking thoughts no roommate should think.

she took another drag and patted beside her, signaling for you to join her. you quickly shook your head and said, "gotta change. i got soaked out there."

"i coulda picked you up, babe."

babe? your face was burning hot now as if it wasn't already. you hurriedly walked to your room, blurting out, "i'll be there in a second!"

jesus. ellie had never been this.. flirty before. you've liked her for a while, if you're being kinda honest. you had been in love, if you were completely honest with yourself. she had always been on your mind ever since you moved in with her. walking around, just in boxers and some tank-top that made her arms look deliciously toned- god, she probably doesn't even know what she does to you.

shaking your head, you change out of your completely wet clothes and into some thin shorts and a crop top before walking back out.

"took ya long enough," she said, chuckling. "i was about to just go to sleep."

"sorry, els." you sat beside her on the couch, looking at what was on tv. "american dad? really?"

"i just turned on the tv," she muttered, passing you the blunt. "how was your day?"

you took the blunt into your mouth, taking a looong drag and inhaling, burning your throat slightly. "same old shit," you exhaled. "im just glad this stressful ass week is over."

"stressful, eh? im glad i decided to do this tonight then," she said, turning her attention from the tv onto you.

"me, too."

"sooo," she started, "how are you and whats-his-name?"

"what about him?" you questioned, noticing a slight change in her demeanor when you immediately remembered him. "we're.. not dating. nothing's goin' on."

"what's going on with y'all? i thought you guys were going on dates n' stuff." she sat up, suddenly all in on your relationship status.

"uhm.. it's not him. he's a great person. it's just.." you slightly glanced at her. she was looking like she was anticipating the rest of your sentence.

"the sex is awful," you admit. it was the truth, but not the whole truth; the entire time he was trying to fuck you, you were thinking about ellie. he clearly was only thinking about his own orgasm. whenever he did attempt to do something for you, he either gave up or you had to fake it so he got off of you. he always came before you did. ellie probably wouldn't do any of this, you would think to yourself before making yourself cum after he left.

ellie looks at you, wide eyed, and chuckles. "what?" you ask, defensive.

"i mean.. you wouldn't have thought the dude was a sex god," she mumbled. "he was the nerdiest dude known to man."

"i- i know," you utter, slightly embarrassed. "i don't wanna talk about it anymo-"

"did he make you cum at all?"

your jaw drops, in shock of what she just said. "uh.. no. not at all."

"jesus, you should've told me earlier," she sighs, looking at you with concern- and something else. "i could've helped y'all. or just you."

you don't know if it's just the weed or true feelings coming out of her mouth, but you swear you can feel her staring at your body, feel her moving closer. you slowly put the blunt down in the ashtray and make eye-contact with ellie.

"you know, y/n," she whispers, "i've always wondered why you would go out with these dudes and i'm right here. i see the way you look at me- hell, i've heard you fucking yourself."

your face heats up, quickly embarrassing you. "i- i'm sorry, el-"

you're suddenly cut off by ellie meeting her lips with yours. the kiss is passionate- you can feel the true feelings from ellie, feel the frustration from being ignored. you straddle her crotch, still kissing, slightly rocking back and forth. the friction from your shorts and her crotch has you soaked, whimpering a little into her mouth. she chuckles into the kiss before separating for air. "so needy already," she breathes, gliding her hands from your face, down your sides, and onto the meat of your thighs, rubbing up and down. you slightly nod, looking down, feeling slightly embarrassed of how you look right now.

"hey, look at me." one hand moves from your thigh up to your chin, making you meet eyes with her. ellie's eyes had looked different- darker, in a sense. the way she was looking at you made you wetter than ever before, wondering what she wanted to do with you. "how about we take out some of that stress, yea?"

her hands snaked under your crop top, her warm fingertips meeting your hardened nipples. she smirked. "no bra? you're gonna kill me." taking off your top slowly, her breath hitched. "god." she took one nipple into her mouth, pinching the other one in between her pointer finger and thumb. "els- fuck," you moaned, grinding on her lap. the wet spot in your panties definitely went through your shorts by now. "you're making a mess all over me, pretty girl," she cooed, still pinching your nipple. "tell me what you want."

"i- i want you," you cried, overstimulated by the sensation on your breasts. she let go of your nipple with a loud pop and let go of your nipple, making you whine from the loss of contact. "use your words. cmon, i know you can do it, princess." she sat back, waiting for your response. "p-please.. touch me," you utter, still slightly grinding on her lap.

"good girl," she purrs. she runs her calloused hands from the tops of your breasts down your sides and on the band of your shorts. "let's get these off."

she moves you off of her and slowly peels your shorts off, quietly gasping when she notices the pool of arousal in your lacy panties. "shit, i got you this wet from barely touching you?" she coos, cracking a small smile when she sees how embarrassed you are. "so cute." she runs her pointer finger over your clothed slit, earning a small wail out of you. applying pressure little by little, she watches you as you grow sexually frustrated by the second. "what's wrong, bun? you wanted me to touch you, right?"

"i need m-more, please- oh my god," you cry out, throwing your head back when she rubs small circles on your clit. she applies more and more pressure, making you feel your orgasm build up in the pit of your stomach. "ellie," you loudly moan, arching your back. she's watching you, taking in every feature of your face. she takes note of the way your eyes roll back at every circle she makes. the way your hands pinch your nipples, trying to replicate what she was doing to you. watching you get off makes her even wetter. she mumbles,"fuck it," before basically ripping off your panties off.

"what a pretty pussy," she says, voice barely above a whisper. you can't tell if she's talking to you or to herself, but she studies you; the puffy lips, how it's glistening with slick, how you leak onto the couch- everything. she runs her middle finger along your aching hole, gathering slick on it, then slowly inserts it. you gasp, gummy walls fluttering around the foreign item. she slowly moves in and out, in and out- lewd squelching sounds fill the room. "pleasepleaseplease," you babble, becoming breathless from arousal. "what, baby?" ellie comes up, planting small kisses on your collarbone. with no warning, she adds her ring finger, stretching your entrance and making you weep in her ear.

"els- m'gonna c-cum-" you sob, holding onto her shoulders. she picks up speed, watching you lose your mind. "yeah?" she murmurs, now adding her thumb to rub your bud. "cum on my fingers, princess."

you convulse around her fingers, walls contracting and expanding. your orgasm is blinding- it causes your legs to shake out of control, you loudly moan her name, holding onto her shoulders. she talks you through it; lots of "i know baby, i know"s and "I'm here, angel"'s. once your done, she removes her fingers. "open up," she says, shoving her cum-covered fingers into your mouth. you automatically suck on them, looking into her emerald eyes with innocence. "good girl."

"uhm.. t-thank you, els," you start, moving your hand over her clothed cunt. "let me touch you."

she flashed a small smile before saying, "i'm okay, baby. get some rest." before you could protest, she got up and planted a kiss on your forehead. "let's get you to bed, princess."

PART 2

[andersonfilms]

high sex with dina…. high sex with dina……

kiss of heaven | dina

tags: eighteen+, sexual content, cannabis sex, oral (dina!r), face sitting, , dub-con (both reader and dina are high).

an. here's my first fic of dina! it's not perfect by any means by i kinda like it?? i hope you enjoy it as well.

there’s something special about it. firsts always are. the adrenaline pumping through your veins, the serotonin getting sent through your head when someone new kisses you for the first time, the very beginnings of an orgasm never been given by them, the shivers traveling up your spine with a promise of something more. it’s all so inviting your doe-eyed heart welcomes it with open arms. 

but this isn’t the case. 

dina sitting on your lap the entire night, taking hit after hit, the both of you lost in the feeling of what could’ve been all night. now, the both of you are too far lost in the lust of weed, all you can think about is fucking her. she’s been grinding back into you all night, as if it’s not torturing you to no end. you’re sure you’ve soaked yourself through and it would be embarrassing. possibly. desperately, you crave her more than anyone, you just need to be satiated. or sedated if she turns you down. 

you’ve both been here before, years ago, but it feels just as it’s always been. somehow, you knew this would be your fate tonight. tongue tied with the woman you’ve never been able to get over. she comes into your life like nothing has changed. you let her, it makes you feel like a love struck idiot all over again. 

well, tonight. you’re more high strung than anything. the both of you are. 

the white of your eyes populated by red little lines, hooded as you have her pinned to the wooden door of a vacant room. all you have is a simple bra concealing your from her, delicate panties accentuating her divine hips. soft skin to the touch as you rub her hip bone with the pad of your thumb, drawing goosebumps in your wake. 

you can’t help but look at her perfectly sculpted breast, soft stomach, the collarbones you crave to sink your teeth into. it’s what you dreamed of. even if inebriation took over you both, if you got to have her? it didn’t really matter at all. not really. 

locking the door, you’re pulling her towards the bed as you take a seat in the middle as she stands there for you. “take them off.” you command, gesturing with a tilt of your head. she slips them off, not so gracefully, tripping as she does so. she warns you with her warm eyes to not utter a fucking word. 

but you can’t help the small giggle you try to stifle. it’s impossible to conceal. 

“you sure you want to test me?” she pushes, raising her bold eyebrows at you. intentionally, you snap your bra off before saying “no ma’am. wouldn’t dream of disappointing you.” instantly, the power becomes hers. as if it was ever anything different. a silent hope, wanting to have it for once, but with her? you crumble. 

her beautifully dark hair is a mess, from your endless pulling. “can you, um—” she raises her expressive brows indicating for you to give in and tell her. you try your best, but you’re so distracted by her beauty, the cannabis taking over as you’re impossibly wet, drooling over having your dream girl back. even if it’s for a short time, she’s here. 

“i want you to sit on my face, tonight. please?” she stalks you like her prey, climbing up your body before resting at your hips, before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “hm, finally seems like someone learned their manners.” the soft chuckle cured you of the last time before she wastes no more time. not a fucking  second. 

it’s all so quick. happening in a flash of your eyes, maybe it’s the weed and maybe it’s just her. the instant sigh released from her lips makes your thighs clench. you’re thankful she is facing you or else she’d make you split them apart. you know she would. 

it’s been too long since you’ve had her. your tongue licking a bold strip from her clit, sliding down her labia until lightly dipping into her hold before traveling back up her pearl of pleasure. you’re missing the way her head is being thrown back with your eyes shut as you suckle on your favorite meal. being deprived of the sweet taste of her cunt for so long, you eat it up as if you’ve been starved. 

“s’good baby, fuck. forgot how good your mo—” you spit dramatically on her cunt, smothering your spit on her pussy with your thumb, applying light pressure on her clit. “yeah , you should have never forgotten, baby. i always take care of you, don’t i?” slapping her supple ass with your free hand. 

dina sinks down the extra weight she’d been holding, suffocating you with her slick. you open your eyes for a moment to take her in, only to find she’s looking right back. “hi angel” she whispers, making you giggle softly. 

desperately, you’re trying to recall the last time she’s been this light hearted but you can’t. is it possible she’s changed? fuck, the possibility of new beginning is sent throughout your cunt. the idea only latches onto your brain for a moment before dina’s moaning again, rolling her hips deliciously, fucking your face and looking gorgeous doing it. 

“is this what you want, huh? fuck…need to cum so fucking badly.” she moves her hips quickly, lost in the way you’re fucking the shit of her. skilled tongue giving her your best, hoping she’ll paint yours in return. she knows she never would’ve succumbed so easily if it wasn’t for the cannabis. dina, always one to savor. not go through the motions so quickly, but now she doesn’t really give a shit. all she craves is the high she knows you can offer. 

fully focusing on her clit, you suck the pearl into your mouth, flicking your tongue over, over, and over. dina’s delicious thighs began to shake. irrevocably so. it’s her tell. right before she cums, each and every time, they shake. high pitched moans escape as she tries to regain composure but it’s useless. she’s far gone and you’re more than happy to send her tumbling over the edge. 

“jus’ let go baby, yeah? just me ‘nd you. cum for me mommy? please?” you pause before saying what you know will send her over the edge. “c’mon, making a fucking mess all over my face. i can’t take it, babygirl. promise.” 

[thezombieprostitute]

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Bucky really felt like the luckiest man in the world. Between work and the kids you'd been running yourself ragged, yet you still projected an aura of love for the people in your life. It was a kind of strength he'd never be able to match. And you shared it with him.

He knew you needed a real, true break from everything. You were clearly running on fumes, no matter how much you tried to hide it. He'd tried to get you to quit before but the finances were never there. Maybe a long weekend would help.

Bucky had picked up the kids from school and got them excited to treat you to a "Rest & Relaxation Night". He had ordered your favorite delivery food and the three of them got to work building up a blanket fort for you all to enjoy while having a movie marathon.

When you get home you're exhausted but grateful to Bucky for taking on as much as he does. You really just want to sleep but there's going to be cleanup from dinner, getting the kids to bed, and more.

You walk inside and the smell of your favorite delivery place immediately perks you up. Walking further into the house you're greeted by your children, bouncing with excitement as they tell you about the R&R Night they had worked on, just for you!

They practically pull you into the living room where you find the blanket fort creating a very cozy setting for watching movies. Bucky has the food set up on TV trays and made sure to place some easy-to-clean towels on the floor underneath in case the kids got a little messy while they ate.

You go to take a seat but your daughter stops you. "No work clothes in the fort. Only pajamas."

"You heard her, Doll," Bucky tells you. "Go upstairs and get changed. We'll keep the food warm for you."

Smiling at the sweetness of the whole thing you head upstairs to your and Bucky's room. You see a brand new nightgown laid out and you smile. The material is so soft and, of course, it fits you perfectly.

Back in the living room, Bucky gives you an appreciative whistle as you show off the new nightgown.

"Mama, you look like a princess!" your son exclaims.

"She's my princess," Bucky affirms, smiling.

You laugh as you sit down and everyone starts enjoying the food and the movies the kids picked out.

Throughout the movies Bucky made sure you didn't have to lift a finger. He cleaned up the leftovers when everyone was full. He got blankets when the kids wanted to cuddle up with the two of you. He carried both of them to bed when they'd gone to sleep before the second movie was over.

He gets back from putting them to bed and frowns, seeing you trying to clean up the blanket fort. "What are you doing?"

"This was really sweet, Bucky, but we gotta clean it up."

"And I will. On Sunday," he promises. He gently grabs your arm and pulls you in for a kiss.

"Sunday?!"

He blushes a little as he grins, "tonight I'm going to take you to our bedroom and fuck you so hard you have to call in sick tomorrow. Then it'll be just me and you all day while the kids are at school. The R&R tent will be your throne where I will wait on you hand and foot. Full body massage? Done. You want a warm bath to soak in? Done. You want me to hand feed you grapes? Done. I'm gonna treat you how you deserve, Doll."

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[wilbursprincess]

October 18- In the Backseat with Simpbur

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Exhibitionism (if you squint), sub Simpbur, dom reader, tons of begging, Simpbur being a whiny little mess, face sitting, embarrassment, cum eating (?)

If I also dedicate this to my boyfriend, will you guys hate me? We frequent hanging out in the back of his car since I have rather strict and overbearing parents, and while we don’t go this far, I did take some inspiration :)

Fic below cut!

“You picked a great restaurant, baby,” I coo over to Wilbur, admiring his pretty features and slim jawline in the glow from the streetlights. He gives me a half smile from the passenger seat of my car, seemingly distracted as he bounces his left leg up and down. “What’s up?”

Wilbur sighs, uncrossing his legs and adjusting the fly of his jeans. It’s only then that I noticed the, uh, situation down there. “Could you drive a little faster?”

“I could, but it’s too fun to make you wait.”

He starts pawing at himself over his jeans, giving me a desperate look when I reach out and stop him. “I can’t wait,” he whines. “You look too good tonight, I’ve been waiting all through dinner.”

“You’ve been waiting all through dinner, all hot and bothered for me?” I repeat, and he nods frantically. “Aww, Will, you’ve been so patient. I think I can reward you for that.”

Wilbur’s face lights up as I flick on my turn signal, pulling onto the side of the country road we’re driving on. It’s pitch black out, the road deserted, but I turn off the car just in case.

I can barely get the car off and the keys out of the ignition before Wilbur’s dragging me to the backseat, laying down and tugging me onto his lap.

One rock of my hips against his aching cock and he’s whimpering, grasping at my hips and waist, struggling to get my shirt off. I hadn’t planned on tonight turning R rated, so I hadn’t bothered with any nice underwear, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re so beautiful,” Wilbur groans once my shirt is off, rubbing his hands over my bra. “Gonna cum.”

Since I wanted our backseat tryst to last more than 30 seconds, I climb off his lap among groans of frustration. The groans quickly turn into moans when I unhook my bra and press his face against my bare tits. Wilbur tries to say something, probably along the lines of how he, yet again, was about to cum, but it comes out as more of a ‘mmphmmm’.

“What was that?” I giggle, prying his face from where it was buried between my tits.

Wilbur moans. “I love your tits.”

“As you should,” I reply, undoing his fly and pulling out his cock. “You want me on top?”

“Please,” he whimpers, almost screaming when I plant a kiss on his tip before pulling my panties to the side and lifting my skirt.

I hover just over him, sliding my soaked pussy over the tip of his cock. “Beg for it.”

“Baby, please,” Wilbur groans, trying to tug me down onto him. “Please.”

“Keep going,” I coo. “Tell me just how badly you want me.”

His eyes are squeezed shut, back arched, and toes curling under me. He’s so pathetic and desperate for me, and I’m loving every moment.

“So… so badly,” Wilbur pants. “You’re so hot, so sexy, so perfect for me.”

“Music to my ears,” I reply, softly biting his lower lip. “Keep begging for it, and you’ll maybe get lucky tonight.”

The whimpers and whines dripping from Wilbur’s mouth are nothing short of magical.

“I want to feel you ride me so badly,” he whispers hoarsely. “Please, baby, please, it’s all I can think about. It’s all I want. You’re all I want.”

Planting a kiss on Wilbur’s forehead, I sink down onto his cock, making him sputter. “Good boy,” I praise, seeing his face light up. “Wanna make me feel good?”

“Yes, yes, please,” he whimpers, thrusting up into me, his nails painfully grasping my hips under my skirt. Even though his thrusts are sloppy at best, I can already feel the pleasure building in my lower stomach.

I’ve always been quite opposed to having sex in the backseat of a car, laughing off people who did as horny teens or wanna-be exhibitionists. However, tonight was changing my mind. The taboo aspect combined with us being unable to wait makes it hotter than I ever thought car sex could be.

Wilbur moans, pressing his face against my tits. Before I can tease him for being so needy, I feel a wave of warmth fill me up, see his guilty, flushed face looking at me with shock.

“Baby,” I say mock-sternly. “Did you just cum, or did you just cum?”

“I didn’t mean to!” He whines.

“Whether you did on purpose or not is irrelevant,” I reply, climbing off him and shuffling up to his chest. “Open wide.”

Wilbur blinks in shock. “You’re going to sit on my-” he cuts off when I sit down, getting comfy utop his face.

His tongue snakes inside me, licking up the remains of his embarrassment before settling on my clit. Wilbur alternates between licking, sucking, and nibbling on the tiny nub, and for a guy who can’t last more than a few minutes inside me, he does eat pussy well.

When I begin to ride his face, he barely reacts, just takes it.

“That’s my good boy,” I whisper, tugging on his hair and pushing my pussy into his tongue. “Keep going, just like that.”

A muffled whine is the only reply.

Wilbur’s hands grasp and squeeze my ass, my thighs, my hips, anywhere they can reach. This gives me leverage to grind even harder, letting me finally push into my high and soak his face. He groans into the soft skin of my thigh when I move off his face, making me giggle.

“You look like you just came again after that,” I joke, turning around and barely containing my shock when I see it wasn’t a joke, ribbons of cum coating his stomach, a drop still running down his cock. “How did you cum from eating me out?”

He shrugs, smiling. “You’re hot?”

A stick snap makes us jump, and I peer over Wilbur’s head to see a raccoon scampering across the road.

“Raccoon’s telling us we should head home for some tea and cuddles,” I offer, and he nods eagarly. “Let’s go.”

[rebeliz7]

THE SHADOW

Chapter 1: The Shadow

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Request: Where R is part of the Avengers and her and Carol have been friends with benefits for a while now but nobody knows. Carol keeps telling R that she wants something more serious and R keeps turning the idea down. One day R is kind of flirty with someone else and Carol snaps. Angsty discussion about their feelings + happy ending?

Word Count: 6026

…

Closing your eyes, you can’t help but smile as your legs tingle and the last wave of your latest orgasm washes over you blissfully. 

You take a moment to try to bring your breathing back to normal, smiling as warmth spreads in your chest. Is this happiness?  

God! That was so good, and you can’t stop smiling. 

You never knew sex could be like this, feel this way, but here you are. 

You really can’t stop smiling. 

“That was amazing.” You chuckle with a dry throat, and the action makes you blush. 

God, you were loud! Not that it matters, you’ve missed Carol so much in the last couple of days, and this was a perfect ‘welcome home’ surprise. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Carol sits up in her bed abruptly, and the tone of her voice has you opening your eyes with a sharp start, because contrary to you, she doesn’t sound happy at all. 

The icy tone and the sight of her back turned to you make you take a second look, and a heavy weight settles in the pit of your stomach instantly. 

You know what’s coming next, and you really should know better by now. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You still ask her, as you sit up too and a cold breeze waves inside the room from the open windows. 

You press yourself against her back, wanting to soak up some of her natural warmth but she feels tense, her body’s rigid and you’re starting to regret tonight with intensity. 

You feel cold now too, and it’s not solely because of that opened window and the chilly August air. 

Shivering involuntarily, you wrap your arms around her waist from behind a little tighter and even press your lips on her shoulder blade in a soft kiss. However, the tension on her body’s expanding and she doesn’t react to your touch the way you want her to. 

“Why don’t you want to date me?” She asks you, hurt lacing the tone of her voice. Her question leaves you breathless, and frozen at the same time. 

The world seems to have stopped in the wake of your silence though. 

You want to give her what she wants, you do. 

Realizing you’re still hugging her, you pull your arms back and away from her, leaving her bed in a hurry.

You didn’t want to get into this tonight. Not tonight. 

She just came back from a mission that took her away from the Compound for almost ten days, and you were missing her. You wanted to catch up with her, you wanted to be alone with her for a little while, you wanted to make love to her and kiss her for every minute that she was away. 

But this? You didn’t want to do this tonight. 

Besides, you have a party to attend and you haven’t even begun to get ready. 

You'll be late already. 

You can feel her expectant eyes on you as you head to the in-suite, and you hate it. You hate that she keeps on hoping, that she keeps on waiting, that she keeps on denying to accept the reality in which you both live in. 

… 

When you emerge from her bathroom she’s waiting for you. 

She’s always waiting for you. 

She’s sitting on the edge of her bed and watching you intently, as if you hold her heart in the palm of your hands. She hasn’t moved an inch. 

“We’ve talked about this.” You tell her as you pick up your discarded clothes from the floor in a hurry, but when you look back up she’s still watching you. “I like what we have here. Don’t you like what we have here?”

“Of course I like it.” She hurries to say, trying and failing to smile.

You know she’ll keep doing this with you for however long you ask, and you know she’s terrified of that. You are too. 

Her eyes pull you in though, her beauty catching you by surprise again. You want her too much and she doesn’t know it, but you’d do anything for her---anything but what she’s asking right now. 

Looking away, you’re quick to put on your clothes, and when she finally stands up to walk closer to you, you feel like you should run out. 

You should run out, you’re good at that. 

However, she’s still wearing the strap you used and the toy between her legs distracts your planned escape, and you walk towards her out of instinct too. 

You undo the harness for her and you let it fall to the ground, all the while she just looks at you with downcast eyes that break you more than she’ll ever truly know. 

Your chest aches, and swallowing becomes painful. 

God! You really didn’t want to get into this tonight. 

Still, you try to bring things back to normal because you want to keep seeing her, you want to be able to still kiss  her in the mornings when no one is looking. God! You want to make her laugh when that door is closed, just so you can kiss the smile off her face. 

You really don’t want to lose her. Not her. 

“Then what’s the problem?” You ask her gently, because she’s expecting you to keep this conversation going, even if you refuse to look into her eyes and you both know how it’s going to end. 

You’re running out of excuses for her, and you really need her to move on from the topic because you can’t give her anything more than what you already have. You don’t know how to.

“I want to date you.” She enunciates, and you do look up then. 

She tells you this as if you hadn’t heard her before, as if she's speaking a foreign language and she wants to make sure that you understand what she’s saying. 

You hate her condescending tone, and you’re tempted to roll your eyes but you refrain from it. As always, she’s not seeing the point. 

You’re not the one refusing to listen here. She is. 

You really don’t know how to move on from this. You don’t know how to convince her that this is for the best. 

You’re at a loss, because you don’t want to lose her. 

“I like you, and I want to be able to kiss you and hold your hand in front of our friends. What’s wrong with liking what we have in front of others?” She asks and her nakedness is really distracting, but not enough to not make you see that she’s pushing this. 

“Carol, please. Don’t do this.” You place your hands on her chest before pressing yourself closer to her. You need her to understand you without having to reveal things that make you cringe just thinking about them. 

“I obviously like you too but I also like what we have here, just the two of us.”

“Why can’t we have this with the rest of the team knowing?” She practically pleads, and you step back from her space. She’s pushing and she knows it, and you don’t want to lose her. 

“Why can’t this be enough for you?” You want to know and she grabs a hold of your arms as an impulse, her eyes turn hard as she pulls you closer but you react too, and you push her away with a not so gentle push of your own. 

“Because I feel like a dirty little secret!” Her voice seems to echo in the otherwise quiet bedroom, and your heart practically breaks at seeing so much hurt reflected in her eyes. 

But she’s frowning, her jawline taunts so much that she’s holding back and you can’t take it. 

You know what you have to do. You know that you need to put a stop to this, before it gets too messy. You love her too much, and now you need to do what’s best for everyone. 

“Look Carol.” You take a deep breath as your heart shatters inside of your chest,  and she takes a step back from you instinctively. Your coming rejection seems to land on her even before you’ve said anything and you hate it, you hate all of it.  

“Don’t do this.” She begs with such a small voice, and you have to look away before you take it back. 

A part of you always knew this would come to an end, one way or another. She wants more from you, she’s wanted more from you for a while and you… you just didn’t have the courage to put an end to it when you had to.

Granted, you don’t want this to be over and that’s the truth. 

You love her and you want her, you want to be with her but the moment the rest of the team knows about this, they won’t accept it because you lost their trust a while back and you’re not anywhere near getting it back. 

You can feel your heart breaking, but you swallow down all that hurt and meet her eyes again. 

This is the right thing to do. 

“You’re my best friend in this place.” You tell her, hoping that she understands, and maybe - just maybe you won’t lose her completely after this. “You’re the only person that I can talk to right now. You know it, and you know that I never meant to make you feel like this. This was supposed to be fun for both of us.” 

“Don’t do this.” She begs one more time, but you have to get it out.

You know she can smell your bullshit from a mile away, but you just can’t give her something that you don’t know how to give right. 

You shouldn’t have let it come this far anyway. You shouldn’t have. 

“If this isn’t enough for you then we should stop seeing each other.” You tell her and she takes a deep breath, her face hardening as she looks at you. “If you want more than this, you’re free to get it somewhere else. I won’t stand in your way. I’m your friend, and your happiness is important to me.”

When you’re done speaking her face contorts in pure rage, and you feel like a dagger has stuck itself in your chest. You need her to not need you like this. You’re not - you’re not right.  

“I don’t need you to tell me what I can, or cannot do.” She growls in your face, making you take a step back with the sheer ferocity in her voice. 

You can’t date her, you can’t tell her that you’re ready for a relationship because you’re not, and Carol is too damn important for you to fuck it up like you did in the past. 

You thought you could have this, and it’d be enough. 

You’re so stupid. 

“Carol.” With a burst of confidence you push yourself back into her space, and force her to look at you with your hands on her face. 

Maybe you can still salvage some of this, maybe she just needs to know that you won’t go anywhere if you two can keep this the way it’s been so far.  

“Why are you so afraid of them knowing?” She asks you gently and you almost kiss her, if only to keep her quiet. 

Her hands are so warm on your waist, and the press of her fingers feels so real on your skin. She’s solid and safe, and you want nothing more than to be able to sink into everything that she is… but you can’t. 

“I’m not afraid.” You lie and she looks even sadder when she realizes that. 

You can’t tell her what happened. She won’t understand - no one else did. 

Your last and only real relationship showed you the mess you really are when it comes down to romantic relationships, and you don’t want Carol tangled up in all that.

Steve and Natasha know, they know that you can’t handle something real. They know because they were left to deal with the consequences of your mistakes not that long ago. 

Carol wasn’t on earth yet, but if she had been, you know for sure that neither one of you would be in this room today. 

The team knows what happened, because it was your actions that led the Avengers to lose a valuable member of the team. They know because they were angry and because they care about you, even when you don’t deserve it. 

The look in Carol’s eyes is devastating now, and you can see all the pain that you’ve just inflected in her by lying to her face. 

“You know what?” She pushes you away, but not unkindly, which is a hundred times worse. 

A part of you wants to hold on to her, beg and to selfishly keep her, but that wouldn’t be right. 

She’s always known when you’re lying anyway. She’s always had a sixth sense when it came to you, and reading you, even when you didn’t say anything at all. 

She’s angry now, her feelings overshadowing everything that she represents for you.  

“You’re right.” She tells you with a broken voice, and you swallow with difficulty. “ I do want more, and I am free to get it wherever I want.”

Her words cut through the fogginess of your brain, like a well sharpened knife would do against bread. She’s aiming to hurt you in response to her own pain, and it works. 

Looking into her eyes, you realize that there’s nothing left to save here. She was never just a friend, but she’ll never be more than that either.  

…

You stand in front of your mirror for long minutes. The idea of changing your outfit crosses your mind a couple of times, but you can’t keep wanting to impress a group of people that are already disappointed in you. They won’t think any different of you, even if you showed up wearing a golden gown tonight. 

You don’t plan to stay long anyway. 

You arrive late, and the party is already in full swing. There are at least two hundred people crowding the penthouse, and you didn’t even know that Steve knew this many faces but here you are. 

You were supposed to be present for the welcoming toast, but you’re glad that’s out of the way now. You’re only here to make a quick appearance, and then you’ll leave. 

You don’t want to be celebrating anything when you’ve just lost the one good thing that’s happened to you in, well, you don’t know how long.

“Glad you made it.” Steve says, when he finds you by the bar. He still kisses your cheek the same way he used to, the only difference now is that he can’t look you in the eye anymore. 

It’s more like a habit that he can’t break out of at this point, and you both carry on with it. 

You should have gone and found him earlier, wish him a happy birthday and maybe offer him a present. You did none of those things. 

“Happy birthday, old man.” You smile at him hesitantly, and he gives you a small amused smile in return. He pats your arm awkwardly, clearly wanting to say more, but he just leaves. 

He hasn’t been able to be around you for longer than a minute since you returned, forget actually talking to you. You don’t blame him though. 

Steve and Natasha were the closest thing that you had to a family, or what you believe could have been family. He was your big brother in a sense, it certainly felt like that’s the role he adopted towards you when you first came in. 

Beth was a new addition to the team, younger than you and fun. God, she was fun. 

She had the ability to control the weather, and she fell for you the moment you kissed her on the rooftop as a joke. 

You’d never been involved with someone before, but you tried for her, you tried so hard to be what she wanted. Even when you had no idea of what you were doing. 

She fell for you immensely and irrevocably, and you saw it happening with fear gripping every inch of you. You couldn’t do anything to stop her feelings from growing the way they did. 

She was the strongest among you, and you loved her too, just not the way she wanted to be loved by you. 

You still had fun together, and she was the kind of person that could always put a smile on anyone’s face without even trying, including yours. Especially yours. 

You tried and you tried, but circumstances played a part in your fall out. You couldn’t be what she wanted and she couldn't depend on you because you’re not a dependable person. At least not in that way.  

Your fights were always explosive and destructive. When she screamed, you screamed louder and when she said something particularly hurtful you’d just stop talking to her altogether. And you didn’t have to worry, because she always came back to you with an apology in her lips and tears in her eyes, and it’ll be alright. 

When the roles were reversed and you spitted hateful things at her just to get her to leave you alone, you still didn’t worry because you never apologized. You didn't know how to. 

All you did was climb on her bed in the middle of the night, and she’d let you hug her tight, but you never apologized.

When she told you that the X-Men had tried to recruit her, she asked you to give her a reason to stay with the Avengers and you couldn’t. You knew what she wanted to hear and you loved her, but you didn’t want her to stay because of you and you weren’t ready to sacrifice everything you’ve found for her.

It was downhill from that moment on. You could see that she was fading away right before your eyes, and you wanted her to be happy but you didn’t want her happiness to become your responsibility, you weren’t ready for that. 

Eventually she grew tired of being - whatever she was for you. 

Everyone saw it too. Steve asked you to fix things, and Natasha told you to think about what you were doing. 

But you didn’t know what you were doing, you weren’t ready for that kind of relationship, you weren’t ready to be with someone no matter how badly you wanted it. 

By the time you finally left, Beth was already a shell of the person you once knew. When you came back she was gone, and Steve was disappointed in you for running and you still couldn’t master an apology, not even for him. 

… 

“There you are.” Natasha’s voice scares away the cloud of regrets hanging over your head, and you look to your left to see her standing next to you. She still smiles at you the same way she used to, and you still feel undeserving of her love. 

“How was the toast?” You ask her, and she hums as she steals your beer and takes a generous sip. 

“It was fine.” She shrugs as she gives you your beer back. When you meet her eyes you’re instantly thrown because she’s giving you that look, the one that means that she knows everything you’re trying to conceal. It makes your skin prickle. “I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

“I almost didn’t.” You admit, and she grins at you. 

Natasha is the most important person in your life. She’s always loved you, no doubt about that, but she’s disappointed too, even if she’s trying her hardest to move on. You became her little sister, and she became protective of you. 

The team would have done anything for you, they loved you and you’re simply not deserving of their love.   

“Something happened earlier?” She asks but you’re under no pretense here, you know that she knows exactly what you and Carol have been up to. The only reason why she hasn’t said or done anything is because once upon a time she loved you fiercely enough to put herself on the line for you. 

Maybe she still does, you wouldn’t know anymore. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You retort and she pins you down with a hard glare.

She struggles with what to say for a moment but then you see her deflating, and she just ends up taking another sip from your beer before she squeezes your shoulder lightly.

“Just be careful, okay?” She says, and you nod rigidly. 

You try to mingle, you speak with a few people but you can only do it for a couple of minutes before you’re walking out to the spacious balcony with the first bottle of liquor you could find behind the bar.

On your way there you spot Carol laughing at something that Steve is saying, and your heart aches at the sight of them. She’s your best friend, she’s come to know you better than anyone else has and yet the sight of her laughing with Steve makes you irrationally jealous. 

That’s your big brother, the one guy that now can’t stand you, but Carol seems to fit right into the team. She looks at home and the longer you stare, the more you realize that you might not belong here after all.  

You down drink after drink but no matter how fast you do it, you can’t numb any of the pain threatening to eat you alive from the inside out. 

Out of all the worst things that Hydra did to you, this must be on the top three. Not being able to get drunk, when you just want a quick escape without actually running away. 

Maybe you’re exaggerating anyway, Hydra did unspeakable things to you, to turn you into what they wanted you to be. A perfect weapon. 

Refusing to let your brain take you down that particular path of horrible memories, you focus back on your present. 

You don’t know why you keep doing this, there is nothing after you anymore, you’re free of Hydra but you know that deep down you haven’t assimilated it. The thought of being whoever you want to be is still a foreign concept to you. 

You know that your life's your own now, the Avengers saved you all those years ago. You are no longer a weapon of Hydra, they have no claim over you anymore, there is no one keeping you on any leashes now. 

You’re free. Only you don’t know what that word actually means. 

They still made you who you are, didn’t they? You still are that subject that survived their crazy experiments. You’re still a weapon, even if you’re using your abilities to do good now, even if you call yourself an Avenger. 

You’re still The Shadow, and you’re still that destruction weapon that they created you to be. You destroyed your relationship with Steve, with Natasha and now with Carol too. 

You know that the only reason why you’re still here is because of the things that you can do but the Avengers don’t trust you, not anymore because that’s what you do, that’s what you are. You are destruction, and that’s all there is in your path. 

… 

“You look like you could use some company.” A woman says, and you’re already smiling even before you see her face. 

“Jessica Jones.” You smile, and she rolls her eyes when you go for a hug. She doesn’t return it but she’s smiling when you pull back. 

“Why are you so moppy? I thought this was a party.”

“The party is in there. There’s only booz out here. You gotta choose.”  

She eyes the open door of the balcony but her smile grows bigger when she looks back at you. “I choose whiskey.” She shrugs easily and you click your tongue.

“My type of girl.” You serve her a drink and she downs it just like you would, without a flinch and no hesitation. 

In the distance, fireworks are starting to go off, everyone seems to be celebrating this fourth and you two watch the lights of different colors alight the skies in silence, for a little while. 

“Things are still awkward here, I take it.” She says conversationally and you huff, subtlety isn’t really her thing, nor yours. 

She only knows a lot about what happened because you crashed on her couch for a week when you ran away from here, and you were still trying to get back on your feet.

“I haven’t officially apologized, so yeah.” You have another drink, and serve her another one too as she nods.

You two are the only ones wearing leather and boots, if you were to walk inside the party again together you’d stand out like sore thumbs.

“You’re a shitty friend.” She tells you sincerely and you chuckle dryly. That’s more accurate than anything you’ve heard today. “But a good lay, I’d give you that.”

“Are you fishing for a repeat performance, Jones?” You tease her and she gets in your space, never one to shy away from flirting. 

“You’re the one that obviously needs to take her mind off whatever it is that has you like this.” Her hair flips with the wind, and you place your free hand on her cheek.

You slept together twice, years ago and nothing ever got complicated about it. She gets you in a way that no one else has ever been able to, and you miss that. 

“Oh, honey. I’ve missed you too.” You tease her and she laughs, but she still presses herself against you.

“You wish.” She laughs but her voice is just a tad lower than usual as she leans forward and you run your thumb on her cheek. 

You maintain eye contact as she continues to lean closer to you, but even with all that bravado she’s the one to break first and you both burst out laughing.

You’ve missed her and her dark, almost always edging on inappropriate humor. This is going nowhere and you both know it, but you still test the waters every time you see each other. For good times sake and nothing more. 

“What the hell!” The voice is booming, it screams at every instinct in your body to go on the defensive, but you recognize it too. 

Carol’s standing a few feet away from you, angry and eyes blazing fire, and not caring that she’s making a scene. 

“What?” You ask, struggling to catch up. 

Your brain’s telling you that what she saw didn’t look good, you two never made anything official, but you still knew how she feels. 

She’s looking at you accusatorily, as if she knows exactly what she saw and what it means, and you already hate it. Whatever you say from this point on will only serve to feed into her anger, and you really didn’t want to do this tonight. Any of this. 

“Calm down, glowy fists.” Jessica’s voice pulls you out of whatever haze you fell under, and you notice Carol’s fists enveloped by her powers. 

She’s one second away from blasting Jessica into a new reality when you step forward, shielding her with your body and getting into Carol’s line of sight again. 

“What are you doing?” You ask her, even though you know very well what she’s doing. 

“So it’s me then?” She asks you, her powers dissolving into nothing and her voice breaking at the end of that question. 

A part of you wants to explain yourself, tell her that Jessica is a friend and nothing more, but Carol’s not your girlfriend. 

One thing’s clear though, you two can’t be friends. There’s no going back, you can’t salvage anything here. Carol’s no longer your closest friend, that ended when you two got in bed months ago.  

“This isn’t what it looks like, Carol.” You tell her, hoping that she’d follow your lead and remain calm, you don’t need to make a scene. 

A few heads are already turning, more preoccupied with your conversation than Steve’s birthday party now. 

“I’m not stupid!” Carol growls in your face, still angry and loud. God! So loud.  

You’re trying your hardest but when you notice Steve standing to the side of the balcony, his disappointment so obvious for you to see, something within you snaps. 

The look makes you feel exposed and vulnerable, and none of those emotions have ever aligned well with you. 

Your anger is quick to rise to the surface, and you take it out on the only person that doesn’t really deserve it. 

“Only you are.” You tell Carol, soft and low but not any less biting. She flinches back, visibly so but she’s not done.  

“Who is this?” She asks you next, making your friend huff in annoyance while the skies alight with fireworks behind your backs. It’s the fourth of July after all. 

“A friend.” You tell her Carol, still cutting and trying to pretend that the Avengers aren’t gathering around you now. “An old friend, nothing more.”

You add the last part deliberately, hoping she gets what you’re trying to say but you have no luck. 

A lone tear rolls down Carol’s cheek silently, breaking your heart and making you feel guiltier than you already felt, but just as you take a step closer to her she takes off flying before you can stop her. 

The silence that follows her departure is deafening. One moment you’re looking into her eyes and the next you’re staring into an empty space.

You can’t breathe--you can’t breathe. 

… 

Steve’s booming voice pierces through the fogginess of your brain, he’s angry but what else is new?

Carol flew away because she couldn’t stand here and look at you. She left because she thought she saw something, and she’s probably convinced that she means nothing to you, which couldn’t be further from the truth. 

You can’t breathe. 

Steve is angry, his hands motioning everywhere while Natasha tries to mediate and maybe you should really snap out of it and help her. 

You really can’t breathe, or maybe you’re just gonna be sick. 

Jessica grabs your elbow when you double down, hands pressing on your lower stomach and she pulls you up, her confusion and worry making you feel even worse. 

Steve’s still screaming, Natasha’s too and Tony seems to be yelling too at this point. 

What did you do?

You can’t do this to the team again, you can’t.

You can’t breathe. 

“Hey, hey. You’re okay.” Jessica tells you, but it doesn’t take much of an effort to shake her hold on your arm. 

Without a second thought you throw yourself from the balcony. 

The wind on your face feels almost liberating as you free fall, but you reach the pavement faster than you anticipated and the ground where you land, breaks around you. 

You run.  

… 

The need to find Carol possesses you and you look everywhere you can think of, but it’s all in vain. She’s an intergalactic being and she could literally be on mars for all you know. 

Your phone rings unceasingly, but none of the callers are the person you’re trying to desperately find. When the sound becomes too much, you toss your phone in the Hudson River and continue on you way. 

Everything happens for a reason, right? Isn’t that how the saying goes? Maybe this happened for a reason too, maybe this is for the best. 

You’ve disappointed the team one last time, maybe they’ll be better off without you.    

…

You end up taking a job outside of the team, a job that takes you back to some of the things that you used to do so well when you were under Hydra’s thumb. 

When that goes well, you take another, and then another. 

Three weeks go by, and if it weren’t for the constant pain in your chest you’d almost be able to fool yourself into believing that the Avengers never happened, that Carol never happened. 

But she finds you in Berlin, just when you’re about to hit your new target. 

You see her landing a few feet away from you, you feel her and you want nothing more than to look back and see her, but you deny yourself. 

Three weeks have given you the clarity that you needed to break ties, and you can’t throw them away. 

“What?” You growl at her direction, making it clear that you’re annoyed by her presence. You lower your rifle, just as she walks to stand right in front of you. 

Three weeks have also made you more than determined. You know what you need to do, which is why you were expecting her, have been expecting her.  

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She demands to know, and you sit back to take a better look at her. 

She’s wearing her uniform, her hair is shorter than the last time you saw her and she looks utterly and rightfully pissed. The whole image only makes you want to run, leave her like she left you that day without looking back. 

“If you’re here to bring me in, do it. If you’re here to reminisce, you can go back the same way you came.” You tell her, and her face morphs into pure confusion. 

You find her almost adorable, almost. She doesn’t know this part of you. None of them do. 

“Is this what you’ve been doing? Gone on a killing spree?”

“It’s what I’m good at, and the money is good.” You shrug, and her mouth falls open in shock but no words come out. 

“Do you feel like you don’t know me?” You ask her cruelly, perhaps even amusedly. “That’s because you don’t, babe.”

“So this is what you are now? What have you become?” She asks and you hate the softness in her tone, you hate that you can so obviously see that she still cares. 

“This is who I’ve always been.” You remind her kindly, if a bit mocking. “Do you still want to date me, honey?” You mock her openly, and she flinches back. 

The truth is, she’s the most powerful weapon the earth has on its ranks and you are not about to be the reason why she leaves the Avengers, or leave earth unprotected ever again.

Somewhere deep inside of you, you always knew that neither Steve or Natasha would ever ask you to leave because that’s what family is for, right? 

Family is always there? 

You had to be the one to leave, because you went from having Hydra control your every move to having the Avengers trying to shape you into something better, and because of that you have no idea of what you truly are. 

They’ll do fine without you, and you need to be on your own if you ever want to be able to find yourself. This is your path. You were meant to be alone. 

“Why are you doing this?” Carol asks and your heart breaks right along with hers, it seems. “You need to come home. Steve is about to lose his mind and Natasha hasn’t stopped looking for you. Tony is not doing any better either. Everyone is looking for you.”

You knew that, but you had to keep your eyes on the big picture. This is it, this is what matters. The team is what matters, and keeping earth protected is what matters. 

“They don’t call me The Shadow just because I like to wear black clothes, babe.” You smirk at her direction, and she frowns.

“Just please, come home.” She asks you, but you catch movement in your target’s place out of the corner of your eye and you pick up your rifle in a rush. 

“What do you think you’re doing?!” She takes the rifle from your hands, and if she were anyone else you’d fight her for it but you’re not delusional. The last thing you want to do is fight her. 

“Target’s walking away.” You casually tell her. You’ll find him later at his mistress’s house. You’ll get the job done tonight, because the client already paid and you have a reputation to keep. 

“I’m sorry if I pushed too hard.” She says, and the apology hits you just like a stray bullet would. 

Her words make you stomach hurt and you lose your breath, your eyes pool with unshed tears and your throat closes up. All wonderful signs of feelings that you absolutely adore. 

You don’t give into the devastation that seems to want to devour you all the way from within though, because you owe it to everyone to do this, at least. 

“It wasn’t you, it was me.” You tell her with a mocking smile and tone. Her frown deepens, feeling insulted. . 

You need her to leave, you need her to realize that you are not a right match for her. You never were, and you never will be. 

“Just come back, please.” She still begs, and you jump to you feet. You need her gone now, or you won’t be able to get through it. 

“You couldn’t just enjoy the fuck, could you?” You snarl at her, and she flinches back. “I’m not going back and unless you’re here to take me there by force then you can leave me the fuck alone.”

You pick up your rifle and your bag from the floor, and you force yourself to walk away without looking back. Your tears cloud your vision, and your heart feels like it’s breaking in half with each step that you take, but you don’t look back.

...

[nirvanawrites111]

Focus On Me (Sub!Yugyeom x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Yugeom x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5337

Genre: Yugyeom is your fanboy and you're a famous r&b singer, he's not an Idol.

Warnings: Smut, femdom, pegging, rimming, oral (fem receiving), Yugyeom calls you ma'am, goddess, mistress, fem pronouns

Minors DNI pls.

Smut below the cut

As the stage lights dim, you are drenched in sweat and adrenaline, and you take a moment to soak in the love and energy of your loyal fans. You stand up and take your final bow before heading to the backstage area. 

The cool air backstage is a sense of relief, contrasting sharply with the heat of the stage lights. Your manager greets you and hands you a cold bottle of water, and you thank them. 

The sounds of backstage cheering and clapping from your staff and team ground you a bit. Your heart is still beating fast after performing in front of your roaring crowd of forty thousand people. 

There are so many people backstage, but you only have one person on your mind. 

"Great job, Y/n," your manager hands you your favorite flowers, sunflowers, and compliments you for your second sold-out show in Las Vegas. 

You waltz over to your boyfriend, Jaehyun, and kiss him quickly. 

"Hi, baby," you smile and hug him. You feel his warm embrace, and he kisses the top of your head. 

"Y/n, you were amazing out there! You topped your last show. I'm so proud of you," Jaehyun praises you, and your lips curl into a smile, and you peck another kiss against his lips. 

Even with your eyes closed, you can see the flash of white light as people snap photos of the two of you. 

Jaehyun grabs your hand and leads you back to your dressing room. You follow him, head into the room, and close the door behind you. 

Once the door closes, Jaehyun sits on the couch and wipes his lips. "Did you have to wear so much lip gloss?"

"Uh, yeah. I have to make sure I look good on the jumbotron so that my fans in the nosebleeds can see me sparkle."

You sit in front of the vanity and roll your eyes at him. You start using wipes to remove your makeup. 

"I guess. Next time wipe it off before I kiss you."

"Yeah, okay. It's not like I wanted to kiss you anyways," you retort. 

"The feeling is mutual. Plus, I don't know where your lips have been."

"I could say the same about you."

"You can't can't say that I've only been with one person. I'm in a committed relationship with my partner."

"Good for you. This fake breakup can't come soon enough," you groan and grab the wipes to clean the makeup from your face. 

"Trust me, I'm only here for the clout."

"Please, you need it for your image Mr. Ice cold, and so you build up your POC audience for your solo debut," you remind him. 

"Yeah yeah. We need each other. So, we're scheduled to be seen at the club after your show. Your outfit is on your hotel bed," he informs you. 

"Perfect. I say we stay for an hour, kiss a few times, and then leave. Is that enough?" You ask. 

"I think so. Maybe, we snap a few selfies too?" Jaehyun asks. 

"Sounds good. After this we could have an agency together to help other celebrities fake relationships for clout," you say. 

"Hell, we do have a whole following. I think we could do that," Jaehyun comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your body. 

"Nice to see you excited about something. I'll try to wear less lip gloss."

"Thank you. It's just that my boyfriend hates lip gloss and he wants to see me before we go to the club. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, just don't make us late, please. He came from Boston to see you?" You ask him. 

You haven't met his boyfriend, but you are happy he has someone to look forward to. This life as a celebrity can be lonely. 

"Uh huh. We're staying together tonight and then he has to go back. I wish I could go with him." 

"You could. I could just say you got sick."

"No, because people will think you are sick, and they will blame me. Then it will be outrage."

"I don't have Korean fans. You do. My fans in the states don't care. They are too busy writing AMBW fanfiction about us," you laugh. 

"I don't think we should do it. I appreciate you caring about my happiness, though."

"Of course. This celebrity life can be so draining sometimes."

"Do you have anyone special waiting for you in your hotel room?"

Your eyes connect with his dark brown eyes through the vanity mirror. You study his face to see what he knows about your tea. 

"Possibly."

"Spill."

Jaehyun moves from behind you and props himself up against the vanity. 

"I'm fucking a fan."

"Scandalous…No way," Jaehyun's jaw drops, and his eyes grow. You didn't expect his reaction to be like that. 

"I know. But, there is just something about him. He's a huge stan, too. Am I crazy?"

"Uh yea. You don't think he'll leak that our relationship isn't real."

"Hell no. I made him sign an NDA when I replied to his DM. He knows better than that."

"Be careful."

"Always."

***

You head back to your hotel room, and your security follows you up to your room. Before you enter your room, you turn around and thank your staff for protecting you. You exchange goodbyes as you enter your room. 

Your heart flutters when you see him on the couch with dandelions in his hands. A baseball cap is covering his dark brown wavy hair.

You instantly know it's him, because you could spot him anywhere. The door closes behind you, and you can't get over how beautiful this man is to you. 

He stands to his feet and walks toward you. The large window overshadows the colorful lights of the sinful city below you. 

The two of you stand in front of each other with a few inches separating you. He looks down at the ground, and his cheeks are slightly red. You can tell that he's so nervous to meet you in person. 

You aren't sure why because you two have been talking for a while, and been on Facetime plenty of nights. Talked dirty via text, so you aren't sure why he's being like this. 

"Hi Gyeomie," You speak his nickname for the first time, hoping to break the awkward silence between you. 

"Hi, Star," Yugyeom finally looks up into your eyes. His smile radiates from his lips and warms your heart. 

"I'm not Star, right now. Please call me, Y/n.," you correct him. You have insisted on this many times, but he slips a lot and still calls you by your stage name.

You know the power dynamics are slightly different because, to the world, you are the best-selling female R&B artist in the world. But, you want to be humanized, and make him feel equal to you.  

"Okay, Y/n. You look beautiful."

Your heart flutters and sinks into your chest. You bite at your bottom lip and flash him a smile. All you want to do is attack his beautiful face with kisses. But, you are trying not to move too fast.

You notice his purple silk shirt is slightly open, and your eyes trail down to the dark denim jeans that hug his thighs perfectly. 

"Thank you. You are so handsome," you reply. 

"I bought you flowers. I'm sure you received a lot tonight."

"I did, but my manager has them. He checks them to make sure there aren't any cameras or anything in them. But, I appreciate you getting me these. They're beautiful. Let me put them in water," you say. 

You grab the flowers, and your hand grazes against his fingers, causing you to heat up instantly. You return to the kitchen area and toss the other flowers in the trash. You put Yugyeom's in the vase. 

"You didn't drink tonight like I asked. Right?" You ask and return to where he's standing.  

"Yes ma'am."

"Mmm.. good boy. Can I kiss you?" You walk over to him and sit next to him. 

"Yes, of course," he says. He toys with the rings on his right hand. 

You can see his face is slightly red from blushing. You can't remember the last time you had this effect on a man. 

You lean in closer to his, and you close your eyes. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold onto his belt loop as you kiss him. Your lips collide with his, and the kiss is perfect. It sends chills down your spine.

You pull away from him and look down. The kiss has you on fire already. You move into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder. 

"Damn, how'd I get so lucky?" You look up into his eyes, and you can tell your admission takes him back. 

"Lucky for what? I'm just a fan boy. I can't believe I'm meeting you," he stares at the ground. You lift his chin and stare deeply into his eyes.

You push him back against the couch. You run your hands down his chest and feel his abs underneath his shirt. 

"Please, you're hot. I'm still shocked you're single."

Yugyeom covers his face. His shyness is so surprising to you. He's always so confident online and even when he talks to you. So, to see him all shy right now is a bit surprising. 

"Only, because none of them are you."

His comeback is smooth, and you uncover his beautiful face. His shyness isn't something you expected tonight. 

"That's sweet," you giggle. "But, you know I'm far from perfect. Your Twitter feed always makes me smile. I'll have a rough day and scroll through your memes and laugh. Especially, the one where you photoshopped your head on Jaehyun's body."

Yugyeom covers his face again, and you can see the redness in his face. "It's weird isn't it."

"No, it's not. I love it. Trust me. I'm a pretty blunt person. I don't say anything I don't mean. It's an honor to meet you." 

You want to make him feel special because these last few months have meant a lot to you. It's brought you so much through this hectic time of touring. You have confided a lot in him. You've spent a lot of late-night conversations talking about your life as well as his. 

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. You're sexy as fuck, and your body is amazing. Most importantly, you're super sweet and supportive," you compliment him. 

"Oh my god. Thank you so much. You are sexy-"You lift your hand and stop him. 

"No, this isn't about me. I get a million compliments a day. I don't need it," you say. 

"I don't even know what to say. I've read so many reader fanfics of yours. I can't believe it's happening."

"Which ones are your favorite to read?"

"The ones where you dominate me."

"I'd love to make that a reality, but I have to get ready to go out with Jaehyun for a quick club appearance. I should be back in an hour. You can order whatever you want. But, no alcohol," You kiss him on the forehead. You feel him tremble underneath your touch. 

"Okay. But what if I don't want you to leave?"

"Trust me. It's tempting to stay, but I have to keep up appearances. You understand, right?" You reply. You straddle his lap. 

"Yes," he nods. 

"Why are you so nervous around me? We've talked a bunch of times over the phone and over facetime," you remind him. 

"I know, but to be in your presence is different. You're Star the biggest R&B singer in the world. I'm just Yugyeom."

"You aren't just Yugyeom. You are a talented and amazing dancer. If my fans weren't so nosey, I would have hired you. But, I don't want you getting hate or death threats."

"I know. Us fans we notice everything."

"Exactly. Plus, you're a popular guy on the internet. Your dance videos are dope. When are you going to start doing it full-time?"

"I don't know. I'm not professionally taught."

"So, fucking what. You are so talented. If Jaehyun wasn't such a dick, I would ask him to put you on at SM. But, we will figure it out. You deserve for the world to see you."

"You don't have to do that."

"But, I want to. Out of all my well-known fanboys you are the most talented."

"Am I the first one you ever met?"

Now, that's a question you don't want to answer. You can't believe you walk yourself right into the question. You've hooked up with a few of your fanboys. 

"Eh, no. You're not. But, you're the only guy I'm talking to at the moment."

"Forreal?"

"Yes. I keep telling you that. Being in a fake relationship with Jaehyun has the perks."

"How does that work? You two seem so in love?"

"Acting," you laugh. 

"So, how long will you be gone tonight?"

"An hour. The club is down the street. I'll just tell Jaehyun I'm tired."

"Sounds good."

You make your way to the bathroom, and you close the door behind you. You lean against it and take a deep breath. You need to figure out how to read this situation with Yugyeom. Something seems awkward. 

Does he really want you? 

Are you coming on too strong? 

Typically, when you meet up with one of your fanboys, it isn't a lot of conversation. You hook up, watch TV and joke around, and they leave. 

So, your interaction with Yugyeom has you overthinking. Is there something about you he doesn't like now that he's met you in person? Are you not as attractive in person?

You have so many thoughts, and your insecurities are popping up. 

You wish you could just rely on the fact that you are Star, the best R&B singer in the world, but you can't. 

That's not how you see yourself. You are confident in your singing ability, but don't let that get to your head. Nor do you use it to take advantage of people. 

But the fact that Yugyeom has yet to make a move has you questioning everything. 

Maybe, he's waiting for you to take the lead. 

You know Yugyeom and have talked to him for months. But, there is something there. You have feelings for him. As much as you wish you didn't. 

You do. 

That's the difference between him and the other fanboys you've hooked up with. You got to know him on a personal level before meeting him. 

The last thing you want to do is hurt this beautiful soul. The connection between him is so electric and feels so real.

You care about his well-being and want to do anything to help him succeed in his professional life. 

Yugyeom deserves the stars, the moon, and the sun. He's delicate to you. Since, you've started talking to him, you don't even entertain anyone else. 

You would be with him in a perfect world, but you're in a PR relationship you can't get out of right now. 

How would that make you look if your fans found out you were dating one of your fanboys? 

You sigh at your overthinking and look at yourself in the mirror. You take off your clothes and place your phone in the sink. 

Your phone lights up, and you see a message from him. 

Yugyeom: I'm so sorry… I'm shy. You have me at a loss for words. 

You: Gyeomie, I am moving at your pace. Whatever you want to happen tonight will. I brought my strap just in case. 

Yugyeom: You must think I'm a prude after I told you how much of a slut I am, and now I'm acting like a virgin. 

You: No, It's not like that. I'm in here overthinking. I was starting to think you didn't like me. 

Yugyeom: Of course, I like you, Y/n. 

Your heart sinks when he calls you by your real name. Star is just your stage persona and not the real you. 

You: I like you too. I know you're a slut. But, I want you to feel comfortable. Trust me, there isn't any pressure.  

Jaehyun: Hurry up, don't let the fanboy get you pregnant! Lol 

You shower quickly and wash away all of the stress from today's concert. You gave it your all on that stage and gave those people all you had. 

You go into the bedroom and get ready for your club appearance. You slide into your dress and pull it up. You walk into the living room to have Yugyeom zip it up.  

"Can you zip my dress please?" you ask. 

"Sure," Yugyeom stands behind you and zips up your dress. You walk over to the mirror in the living room to see how the multi-colored sequin dress fits you. 

"Thanks."

"Can we take a picture?" Yugyeom asks. 

"Of course," you say. 

Yugyeom wraps his arms around you and snaps a photo. 

You lean over and grab his face. You plant a kiss on his cheek. He snaps another picture. He turns his head and kisses you. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and your belly flutters with butterflies. 

You two end up back on the couch. You kiss him on his chest and lead a trail of kisses down the middle of his chest. "Fuck," Yugyeom whines out. 

Yugyeom has wanted you for years. Never in a million years did he ever think he would get to be with you. Somehow, he caught your attention on Twitter, and you two exchanged flirty messages via DM. 

That turned into text messages, late night calls, and even facetime calls every other day. You had become a part of his real world, and it was no longer a parasocial relationship where you didn't know he existed. 

Yugyeom's fanboying tendencies have turned into real feelings. There's not a moment in the day where he doesn't wonder what you are doing. Not a moment doesn't go by where you aren't on his mind. 

The same goes for you. You are always thinking about Yugyeom. His social media persona is just that, a persona and when you got to know him you saw him as more than a fan. In your eyes, he's a sweet and thoughtful human being who is so intelligent and beautiful on the inside and out. 

He's not your first fanboy, and to be honest, you hope he will be your last. 

Your fake relationship with Jaehyun is just a publicity stunt to help him grow his international presence more since he's dropping his debut solo album, and SM Ent wants to capitalize on the fact that he speaks English. 

Yugyeom is the guy you can't get out of your head. In the recording studio, you sing all your songs to him and only him. He's on your brain when you are penning lyrics to your songs. 

He's the one you are thinking about when you rest your head. You hold back sometimes because you might be too thirsty for Yugyeom. You sometimes feel like you're his fangirl, but you always keep calm.

"No, I want to taste you first. May I?" Yugyeom stops you, and you lay back on the couch. 

"Of course."

Yugyeom gets down on his knees and pushes your dress up at your hips. He seductively pulls down your panties and shoves them in his back pocket. 

You spread your legs for Yugyeom, and it's what you've been waiting to do for the last five months since you started talking to him.

Sure, you had other fanboys on speed dial, but you were saving yourself for Yugyeom. 

It was more than sexting that made you interested in him. 

Yugyeom marvels at how your pussy glistens for him. A slight smirk builds on his face, and he's in awe at how beautiful you look with your legs spread for him and him only. 

Yugyeom draws his face closer to your sex and holds your legs over his shoulder. He kisses your sex and closes his eyes to take in your scent. His tongue probes inside of you and savors the taste of your sweetness. "Mmm.. you taste so good."

His goddess is here with her legs spread open on the top floor of the most expensive hotel in the city. A place he could never afford to step foot in. 

Here he is, admiring the sweet taste of you. He's dreamed of this moment so many nights. He's stroked his dick and thought about having you cum on his tongue. He's longed for you for a very long time. 

Yugyeom's tongue explores your center and laps up all of your wetness that has dripped down. He licks you with ease and grace. This isn't the time to race. He wants to take his time and allow your orgasm to build because the reward will be beyond worth it. 

Yugyeom nibbles on your clit and your body shudders for him. He feels prideful with a bit of an ego. You picked him out of all your fanboys across the world. He's the one who gets to worship his goddess. His dick is rock-hard, but the focus isn't on him right now. 

Yugyeom is getting off from pleasing you. He can feel a bit of precum leak against his boxers. All he wants is for you to experience the best orgasm you ever had. 

His mouth waters, and he alternate from loving on your clit to drilling his tongue deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue.

You can't remember the last time someone ate you out this good. Yugyeom is the perfect slut to make you cum hard. He's giving you everything he has, and you are enjoying the moment. You are so glad to have him in your hotel room. 

"Goddess, your pussy is so good. You're so fucking wet for me," Yugyeom moans against your sex, and you grind your pussy against his face. Ugh, why does this beautiful man have to be so fucking good at cunnilingus?

Right now, your body is on another level. You are ready to explode for him. You can't believe how hot this man has made you. 

"I'm gonna cum," you nearly scream. You wrap your legs around his head and release.

Your ride the wave of your orgasm, and Yugyeom is right there with you as your body rises and falls. 

Yuygeom doesn't miss a drop when you cum for him. You sit back on the couch and pull him into your lap. 

"Thank you, Gyeomie," you kiss him as you hold in your lap. You pull back and tell him. "When I come back I'm going to eat you out."

"Mmmm.. I can't wait."

Your sexual invitation is interrupted by a knock on the door. Your heart drops because you forgot that you had to leave. "Fuck, Jaehyun is here. Go into my bedroom. I'll be back soon," you reply. 

"Yes ma'am."

You take a deep breath and stand up. Yugyeom helps you up and your legs are shaking a little bit. You lean in again and kiss him. Tasting yourself on his tongue gives you a bit of a rush. 

"Ugh, I wish I could stay here and eat your ass. But, it'll have to wait. Don't touch your dick until I come back."

"Yes ma'am."

***

You sit in the VIP lounge with Jaehyun's arm wrapped around your waist. You don't want him on you, but you know you must make the interaction seem believable. 

Yugyeom is texting you non-stop. Thankfully, you have a privacy screen protector on your phone so Jaehyun's nosey ass can't read your text. 

Yugyeom: I want to stroke it so bad. But, I know you told me to save it for you. 

Y/n: I will know if you cum, too. So, please wait for me. 

"Who has you typing away at your phone? You can't even contain your excitement," Jaehyun's monotone voice irks you.

But, that doesn't take away from the fact that you are still high from Yugyeom eating you out. 

"My boo."

"Did you fuck him?"

You glare at him. You look around at your VIP section, of course, it's just the two of you. So, no one can hear you, but you still can't be too sure. 

"Not yet. You interrupted us."

"Not my fault. Can I see a picture of this fanboy?"

"No. It's none of your business."

Jaehyun sips on his mixed drink. "Why aren't you drinking tonight?"

"Cause, I plan on fucking him tonight. I want everything to be right."

"Interesting. So, after tonight will you see him again?"

"I hope so. He got tickets to see me in Phoenix, too."

"He's thirsty as fuck."

"No, he isn't. He's just supportive."

"Are you sure he isn't using you?"

"Using me for what?"

"Clout."

"Like you aren't?" you roll your eyes. 

"Yeah, but I'm already famous. He's not.. or is he?"

"Don't worry about him. My NDA is ironclad, so everything is fine."

***

You arrive back at the hotel. You were gone for over an hour, but you are grateful that Yugyeom is so understanding. You slip the keycard into the hotel door and walk into the room. 

Yugyeom is curled up on the couch with a blanket around him. The white light of the television reflects against his skin. 

"Gyeomie?" You call out to him, but he doesn't respond. You walk over to him and sit next to him. You kiss him on the forehead. 

"Y/n?" he groggily responds. 

"Come on.. let's get you to bed," You reply. You help him up and lead him into the bedroom. You pull the cover back and take off his pants.

"You were gone longer than an hour," Yugyeom responses. 

"I'm sorry, boo. But, I'm here now. Let me make it up to you. Let me change my clothes. Let's go into the bedroom," you reach out to him. 

Yugyeom grabs your hand. He follows you into the bedroom. You turn around and he unzips your dress. You open your suitcase and grab the box holding your lube and strap. 

"Get naked," you say over your shoulder. You place the lube on the table and pull out your strap-on. 

By the time you put your strap on, you see he's already nude and waiting on the bed for you. 

"Do you miss me?" You ask. You stand over the bed between his legs. His dick is already hard for you. 

He nods, but that isn't good enough for you. 

"Tell me. Use your words."

"Yes, I missed you. All I could think about is you."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress. I missed you."

"Mmm.. can I eat your ass?" 

"Yes, mistress."

You get on your knees in front of him and pull him to the edge of the bed. You place his legs over your shoulders. You waste no time shoving your tongue into his ass. 

Yugyeom moans out and its music to your ears..  

"Fuck, you're so tight. Are you sure you're a slut?" You continue to jam your tongue deep inside of him. 

"I'm your slut," Yugyeom whimpers for you, and his legs lock around your head.

A chill goes through your body as you hear him say that. You knew that his slutty side would emerge tonight. 

His body reacts so easily to you, and his dick springs right up. You stroke him with your right hand while you lap away at his entrance. 

You work your hand up and down his length, and you can't wait until you get to fuck him. You know you need to loosen him up a bit. You reach down between your legs, and you're already dripping wet. You use your juices to lube your fingers. 

"Baby, you sure you can handle my strap?" You ask him. 

"Yes, it isn't my first rodeo, goddess."

You love the cockiness in his response. "Okay, baby. Let see how you respond to my fingers, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You slip a lubricated finger inside of him, while you return to stroke him with your other hand. He works his ass against your finger, and you add another digit. 

"Mmm.. such a good boy taking my fingers. I guess you are a slut. You don't know how bad I want you."

"Ruin me, goddess."

You take a deep breath trying to hold your composure as you continue to work your magic on him so he can relax, and you can make love to him. 

"You ready?"

"Yes, please. I need you."

"How bad?"

"Really bad.. it's all I wanted."

You stand up and instruct him to move towards the middle of the bed. 

You grab the lube and coat your strap, and you prepare for him for the pounding he's about to receive. 

"You're so beautiful," you compliment him as you grab his legs and look at him. Under the dim light, he looks ethereal and has a glow. 

"Thank you, goddess. No one has ever told me that before," Yugyeom replies shyly. 

"It's the truth. You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, goddess."

It's kind of cute how he switches up between being confident to shy. 

You push his legs back and instruct him to hold his legs for you. 

You ease into him, and move into him slowly. As you continue to penetrate him, Yugyeom's expression shifts from shyness to a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. The way he moans and arches his back only adds to his allure, making the experience even more intoxicating. 

"How does it feel baby?" You ask him, checking in with him. 

"Good.. you don't have to go easy on me," Yugyeom taunts you, and it's all the motivation you need. 

Yugyeom grips the sheets as he stares into you. The beautiful woman who has changed his whole life. The woman he's wanted for so long. He can't believe he's really here in this moment with you. 

He's enjoying the way you're making his body feel. He loves watching you pump into him faster. He strokes his dick, and you cover his hand to guide him to move faster. 

"Goddess, this feel too good. I want to cum."

"Not yet. I'm just getting started."

Yugyeom knows that you are in charge. That's why he likes you so much. He enjoys letting you lead and take control. He loves the way you taste he can still taste you on his tongue. 

You stop moving and Yugyeom looks at you. The euphoric feeling has come to a complete halt, and he doesn't want it to end. 

"Goddess, please," he begs you. "Please keep going."

"Get on all fours," you instruct him. 

"Yes, ma'am."

Yugyeom excitedly gets on all fours as he's instructed. He arches his back and waits for you to enter him again. 

Yugyeom feels you smack his ass, and he jumps a bit. He loves the impact, and you enter him again, this time from behind. 

You hold onto his waist, and you pound into him harder than before this time. If the slut says he wants it rough, then you're going to give it to him. You move faster and thrust into him. The visual of him on all fours for you is literal art. His moans fill up the room, and continue pleasing your lover. 

"You like the way goddess fucks you?" You grab his hair while you work your strap into him. 

"Yess!" Yugyeom cries out. 

"Stroke yourself and cum for me, then," you instruct. 

Yugyeom's hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length, his moans growing louder as he follows your request. 

The sight of him pleasuring himself in sync with your powerful thrusts intensifies your connection. 

Yugyeom releases into his hand and collapses forward onto the bed. 

You slide out of him, lie beside him, and hold him in your arms. "You did so good, baby," you compliment him. 

"I love you, Y/n," Yugyeom confesses. 

"I love you, too Gyeomie," you reply. 

[artdcnaldson]

ok…….. thinking about when the summer is like. full of tension. when nothing happens until months after u get to stanford. but like. thinking like patrick’s parents r going on vacation. his siblings aren’t there (idk he gives middle child. maybe his younger sister is at like. horse camp. or vacationing in sweden with her friends. his brother has a fiance and they’ve fucked off to boston or somewhere idk). the staff at his estate don’t gaf what you guys do tbh. so you guys get like a week to yourselves playing house. the boys making you dinner. raiding the wine cellar and getting drunk. dancing around. sigh…………

also like. his mom isn’t there to be suspicious of you three (his dad doesn’t pay attention.) and the staff doesn’t care enough to snitch when the parents aren’t there. so you guys all share a bed like every night they’re gone. wine drunk in bed the boys getting handsy with each other…… with you…. it’s fine you guys won’t remember in the morning!!!! skinny dipping with them…………… patrick throwing parties………………. etc…. sigh….

sorry this is just one big brain dump. please match my freak please please i’m begging pl

-🩰

AURRRRRR im stuck on the wine drunk part.

Popping open bottles older than you are and drinking them like water. Respectable people would put it in a glass, smell them, comment on the notes, swirl the glass, taste and savor. They’re worth more than a semester at school, after all.

But instead you’re just chugging straight from the bottle, letting them spill down your chins and stain your clothes. They leave your skin sticky. One bottle in and you’re already handsy and giggly. You’re in Art’s lap basically, playing with his hair, twisting his curls around your fingertips.

“You’re so pretty, Art,” you say, nuzzling against his jaw. “So, so, so pretty.” He’s flushed so red, from the wine, because of you, everything. Patrick pulls you backwards, so you’re sitting in Art’s lap but laying in his, peering up at him. He puts the wine bottle to your mouth and pours a swallow in and you grin.

“What about me?” He asks. His thumb grazes your bottom lip, wipes away the excess that spilled from your pretty, pretty mouth. He brings it to his lips and sucks the wine from it.

You blink, half-lidded and dizzy with the wine and with them. “Very pretty, Patrick.”

And maybe by the second bottle you’ve all got wandering hands— Fourth of July all over again. Art’s hands up your shirt, Patrick’s hands slipping beneath the waistband of your pants to rub and tease at your clit. You moan into Patrick’s mouth. He’s not kissing you, he’s just. His mouth is just on yours.

Art mouths at your throat, tugs at your nipples and you buck against Patrick’s fingers. They’re good— they’re so good. You feel so dizzy with them, so overwhelmed. Patrick’s finger slips inside of you so easy— you’re soaked and filled with need.

Art pulls up your shirt, mouths at your tits, sucks your nipple into his mouth and moans hot against your chest. Your fingers twist into his curls and you cum so easy for them— like they didn’t even have to try.

You don’t forget in the morning, none of you. But what’s there to say? What’s there to do, with his mom’s words still bouncing around your brain.

“I want to have a party,” patrick says as you eat contraband cereal his parents never would’ve allowed— sugary and gross in the best way. “Tonight.”

What Patrick wants, Patrick gets.

[rodolfoparras]

from the rdr2 ask

r is reader akssjsjs 😭 and rdr2 is like 1899 wild west cowboys set in usa (for context)

I'm thinking r gets up on his horse (who's actually a horse of one of the men he killed), he looks back once again, the white of his eyes standing out in the blood covering his face, and catches gaz's eyes. it's a silent goodbye, but not one on a good note. r gallops away from where the 141 has set camp, not knowing where to go next or even where he's going to get a meal or sleep tonight. honestly he fall asleep right now from how exhausted he is from the fight and the lack of sleep the last few days, but he keeps riding till he's certain no one has followed him, then finds a nice tree to pass out under.

meanwhile, back at the camp, gaz is at a loss of words. people he considered family, people that Are his family lied to him about you. worse than that, they left you out to die, after gaz had been the one to save you. when they first met you, you were apprehensive of tagging along w them, not wanting to be a burden, and gaz reassured you it's okay. and all he can think of now is how you must think that gaz's promises meant nothing. and he knows you'd be right to think so when the people he trusted the most have betrayed him like this. he asks them one simple thing, "why?" he didn't shout or look angry, but everyone knew better than to think he wasn't. he was fuming.

"kyle, you can't expect us to just up and trust some stranger. you know we have plans in motion, plans that we can't risk anyone else getting the wind of..." price spoke up.

"so you left him to die? if that is what we are now, I want no part of it," gaz said, and he could almost see soap's eyes bulge out at the insinuation of leaving. they might be wary of outsiders, but they still love gaz dearly. and gaz loves them too, and deep down he knows he could never really leave them.

"i wasn't going to wait for him to slit our throats in our sleep, yeah?" soap said in frustration and a second later price and ghost had to break gaz's grip on his throat, pushing them apart.

"why do you even care so much, eh? in love w the lad or what?" soap coughs out, and the look on gaz's face says everything. first the knowledge of gaz possibly caring about this stranger sinks in, then comes the dread of what they did to the man gaz cared about, their heads now hanging low. ghost tries to say smth, but it's too late and gaz is storming off, trying to find some place to be alone.

he settles down near the stream, he tells himself he has to accept the fact that he might never see you again. that is if you're alive. he's so worried about you, wondering how you manage the injuries all on your own, just one horse to keep you company, the blood soaked clothes on your back, and not much else. by god, he's so worried about you he could cry. and he knows even if he sees you again, you'll want nothing to do w him. he can't go after you. he can't bear to see the faces of his family, the people he asked you to trust, after they've all but stabbed you in the back. so he sits alone, and thinks and think and thinks.

he thinks about how you must've felt, when left alone in the middle of an already unfair gunfight. he can't imagine what that feeling of being completely alone in the middle of certain death must've felt like. but then he thinks about how you made it out anyways. always fighting death. he thinks of how he's seen you survive against all odds, cheating death twice in the time he's known you. he hopes that you live through the aftermath of the fight too. and he hopes to find you again some time. he hopes he can get the chance to apologize and maybe, just maybe you'll believe him. he wants to hold you, he wants to tell you all the things he wasn't brave enough to in the 10 weeks you travelled w them. he hopes he hasn't missed his chance.

-❕️

SUGAR THIS WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL READ IM BEING SO SERIOUS THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN I LOVED THIS you can genuinely feel how sad gaz is for reader and how torn he feels being in the position that he is in it’s also very clear he absolutely loves reader please 🧎🏻‍♂️ BUT WHY ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER IM GOING TO SCREAM

[lightningblade1994-blog]

{Sonic the Hedgehog/Juniper of Ebon} [J.O.E EXTENDED SCENE 1]: "Bath Night" (For © KatarinaTheCat) [R-15+]

[Panel 1]

Hailey Ranna: ...And here is the private bathing area that I've also mentioned about.

Juniper: How beautiful, Hailey. ^^

Hailey Ranna: It's the best way to just sit back and relax ^^

[Panel 2]

Juniper: Do you actually come to this place very often, or...?

Hailey: Yes, Sometimes.

Juniper: Looks like place hasn't been done much. This place sure brings back memories, doesn't it?

Hailey: Yes. ^^ Indeed.

[Panel 3]

Juniper: *Whew* Well, I don't know about you, but I sure could go for a nice soak. My muscles might have been aching up a sweat :)

Hailey: Same here.

Juniper: So, it's just the two of us tonight? Just as long as no one's watching us?

Hailey: thats right. ^^

[Panel 4]

Juniper: *blushes* oh, well... I'm not sure that's quite possible...

Hailey: Don't worry, Juniper. ^^ It'll be alright.

[Panel 5]

Juniper: Well, it's just... I've never undress in front of another girl before ^///^

Hailey: Really?

Juniper: Yeah, it's actually my first time...

[Panel 6]

Hailey: So, you've never been to spas or bath houses before?

Juniper: Well, not in places like this. It's quite possible, actually.

Hailey: I see. Places like this sure is quite expensive.

Juniper: Kinda like what we're in right now?

Hailey: Obviously.

[Panel 7]

Juniper: Well, since we're actually both girls here... I might as well give it a shot ^^

Hailey: That's the spirit, Juniper. ^^

[Panel 8]

(After a few moments of undressing)

Both: *Sighs of relief*

[Panel 9]

Hailey: That's more like it. ^^

Juniper: Mmph... Now, that is refreshing ^///^

Hailey: Indeed. ^^

[Panel 10]

Juniper: *Curiously stares at Hailey's chest*

Hailey: What's wrong, Juniper?

[Panel 11]

Juniper: Ah, err... Nothing, just... Couldn't help but notice that your chest caught my attention... *Blushes* Sorry :/

Hailey: Its okay, Juniper. ^^ Say, you inherited your mother's bust and curves.

[Panel 12]

Juniper: Oh, uh... Thanks, I get that a lot sometimes. So, yeah... I actually kinda take after my family. It's basically a girl thing.

Hailey: I understand.

[Panel 13]

Juniper: So, what about you? Which family do you take after?

Hailey: Mostly my late mother.

Juniper: I've heard you both actually shared the same similarities. What's that like?

Hailey: Well, it's kind of a genetic thing; one carries the genes after another and vice versa. So, basically that sums up pretty much of my family history. I could say the same about you though ^^

[Panel 14]

June: You think so?

Hailey: Well, yes. I mean, you have your father's hair and all, but you also got your mother's curves. So technically that make pretty much of everything, doesn't it?

[Panel 15]

Juniper: I guess that's true... *thinks to herself while looking at her own chest*

[Panel 16]

Hailey: From what I hear, you sure are growing into a fine young woman. I can see why you take after her.

June: Yeah. Not to mention that my chest went bigger.

[Panel 17]

Hailey: Well, that does seem kinda obvious. Speaking of which, would you mind passing the bucket?

Juniper: Sure.

[Panel 18]

(June passes the bucket to Hailey)

[Panel 19]

Juniper: You know. There is something weird before I returned to Ebon. There was a little girl about 2 years or so, I think she's called Melissa. You're not gonna believe this, but she snuggled and placed her face between my chest.

[Panel 20]

(Hailey rises out of the tub as she proceeds to rinse herself.)

Hailey: Really? How did you think you've managed to leave that part out?

June: I have no idea why she did that.

[Panel 21]

(Hailey proceeds to rinse herself the second time)

Hailey: Well, she must have a reason for doing that. I meant, she is a kid after all. Not to mention a toddler in her early years.

Juniper: Yeah. She's just a child. Some of them are kinda like that sometimes.

Hailey: Yeah, well.... Believe it or not. I used to be like that once. Full of energy not knowing what the outside world was like. All I did was remain at the palace all day while being looked after by maids.

June: Yeah. That happens to many kids that age.

[Panel 22]

(Hailey rinses herself the third time before re-entering the bath)

Hailey: I'm guessing you might've went through the same thing?

[Panel 23]

(Hailey reenters the bath)

Juniper: So, what's your secret?

Hailey: What? You mean my hair? Usually I just brush three times daily. I just happen to braid them on most occasions. At any rate, I'm sure this kid didn't really give you much trouble, though if I'm not mistaken.

[Panel 24]

Juniper: It's not like that. She's usually a good kid, really. Just... Not in the way you actually think ^^'

Hailey: Oh? Then, how would you describe her?

[Panel 25]

Juniper: Quite small, actually. I mean, she was kinda interested in my breasts. Honestly, I don't exactly know why. Force of habit, perhaps...?

Hailey: I guess that would explain how she managed to end up landing on your chest in the first place, even though she shouldn't be allowed to. But regardless, she is still a child after all.

Juniper: I know... I just find that a bit bizarre, even.

[Panel 26]

Hailey: Say, would you mind scrubbing my back for me? Even though, I can't reach from there?

Juniper: *Picks up sponge* Oh, yeah. Certainly.

[Panel 27]

(June starts scrubbing Hailey's back)

Hailey: Mmmmmm... Thats the stuff.. ^^

[Panel 28]

Juniper: I have to tell you, I think this bath is definitely what we need after a long day. Don't you think so?

Hailey: Yes, totally, Juniper. ^^

[Panel 29]

Juniper: *Blushes a bit* So, how are you and Andrew adjusting to this new life that you've planned out so far?

Hailey: Well, actually we've already started making some recommendations for this ceremony that's happening a few weeks by now. And what's best, is that everyone else on Ebon already received their invitations as well. I'm sure that Andrew recommends that you meet him there also. It's probably for the best if you give him a bit of closure even at this hour.

[Panel 30]

Juniper: Did they also say when the ceremony was due?

Hailey: No, but they mentioned the date that it was going to take place in. So, it shouldn't be much of a surprise overall.

[Panel 31]

Juniper: *Passed bucket around* Sounds like you and Andrew took a lot of consideration, the way I'd see it. *Rinses Hailey's lower back*

Hailey: Well, you know how Andrew is when it comes to celebrations like this. These things actually mean a lot to him.

[Panel 32]

Juniper: Remember how Viola used to tell me about the way you've handled Hiretsuna, even in Wolf form when you managed to leave a mark on him at that point? *rinses Hailey's back again*

Hailey: Boy, did I ever! Although, I can't say for certain that it was that easy to pull off.

Juniper: Out of a Song-and-Dance number, why else wouldn't it be?

[Panel 33]

Hailey: I guess it wouldn't matter much... So, how's the water, btw? Warm? Hot? Perhaps a bit in between?

Juniper: It feels FANTASTIC. Tbh, I was kinda a bit nervous at first when you asked to join you at a private bathing area, even if it involves... Getting undressed in front of another girl °///°

[Panel 34]

Hailey: You get used to it every now and then. Besides, I could use a bit of company ^^

Juniper: ^^

[Panel 35]

Hailey: Do you mind if I wash your hair for a while? It'll be a quick wash, I promise.

Juniper: Alright, sure.

[Panel 36]

*Hailey gently washes Juniper's hair for a while*

[Panel 37]

Juniper: *starts to giggle as Hailey keeps lathering her hair, which makes her squirm a bit*

Hailey: Hold still, Juniper. I can't keep washing there if you start moving.

Juniper: Sorry, Hailey, but that tickles a bit.

[Panel 38]

Hailey: Ok, ok. We're almost done, Now we'll just have to scrub around the rest of your entire body. Now hold still, this'll only take a minute.

Juniper: Okay. *trying to be still and calm as possible*

[Panel 39]

*Juniper starts giggling again as Hailey begins scrubbing away at her entire body, which kinda makes Juniper ticklish even more.*

Juniper: *Squirming* A-ah! No, wait-- Not that way! *Giggles* Please, stop! *Starts laughing* That's my special area! *Giggles even more*

[Panel 40]

Hailey: :3 *Stops scrubbing for a moment; then passes the bucket around for the 3rd time.* Alright, alright... Here. Now, we'll just have to rinse the suds right off you.

June: ^^

[Panel 41]

*Juniper shuts her eyes as Hailey proceeds to rinse all the suds off, starting with head, and then mostly her entire body as the water splashes all over her, which causes her to spit out some*

[Panel 42]

Juniper: Thanks, Hailey.

Hailey: ...There we go. All done. Now, doesn't that feel better?

June: Yeah. Totally. ^^

[Panel 43]

Hailey: Ok. Now, it's your turn to give this girl a good scrubbing ^///^

Juniper: Okay. Let's see what I can do.

[Panel 44]

(Juniper proceeds to do the same thing for Hailey, but only a bit more gently.)

[Panel 45]

(Juniper passes the bucket again then proceeds to rinse all the suds off the same way Hailey did.)

[Panel 46]

(Junes sneaks up on Haily and then drop some water on her afterwards.)

[Panel 47]

Hailey gets all soak as Juniper begins to snicker.)

[Panel 48]

(Hailey smirks as she shrugs if off, knowing that's it's all for fun.)

[Panel 49]

Juniper: ^^

Hailey: Well, it would seem that both of us are all SOAKED.

June: Yeah. *giggles*

[Panel 50]

Hailey: Not to mention naked at that. But, at least we're both girls here ^^

June: Good point. ^^

[Panel 51]

Hailey: *lies back a bit* Hah... Now, doesn't this feel like paradise?

June: Yeah. ^^

Hailey: I feel like I can just stay here a hours.

June: Me too. ^^

[Panel 52]

*Juniper proceeds to sit down as she lets a bit water trickle all over*

Juniper: ^^

[Panel 53]

Hailey: *Sees something on Juniper's left thigh, knowing to be a birthmark of some sort*

[Panel 54]

(Juniper starts whistling to herself as Hailey begins to notice looking at something on June's left thigh as she relaxes for a bit)

[Panel 55]

(June begins to blush a bit, but not much)

[Panel 56]

(June shrugs it off as she gently taps her feet into water gleefully while Hailey looks on curiously.)

Hailey: You seem to have a birthmark on your left side there... How long have you had that for?

[Panel 57]

Juniper: oh, this? *Shows birthmark* This is just something that I was actually born with, is all. I think it was something that Mrs. Grey herself mentioned earlier to me at the orphanage a while back.*

Hailey: I see.

[Panel 58]

Juniper: Yeah. I think this birthmark's supposed to represent something special, or someone in particular, I didn't really know what that means, at first. I thought it was just some plain birthmark that I was often born with.

Hailey: I must say, this birthmark seems extraordinary.

[Panel 59]

Juniper: Well, I just figured it might be something that I was born with genetically even at a very young age. So, I guess that explains how I got it in the first place.

Hailey: Have you ever figured out where you even got it from?

[Panel 60]

Juniper: No, not really. All I know is that I might've got it for a reason. It usually runs in the family.

Hailey: Good point

[Panel 61, 62, 63]

*Hailey rises from her bath, then proceeds to sits alongside a naked Juniper as both of them begin to chuckle*

[Panel 64]

Juniper: Y'know, I have to admit, this definitely feels way better than I've imagined it would ^///^

Hailey: See? I've told you :)

[Panel 65, 66, 67]

*Both Juniper and Hailey sit for a while, then they proceed to reenter the bath as Juniper looks on at Hailey's chest while she sits back and relaxes for a while*

[Panel 68]

Hailey: Y'know, you could stop staring. My chest isn't THAT big.

Juniper: *Blushing* Sorry. Force of Habit.

[Panel 69]

Hailey: So, have you considered about staying here? Ebon still needs a priestess to look after things, after all.*

[Panel 70]

*Juniper hesitated abit but she accepts it*

[Panel 71]

Hailey: Very good. So, we're both agreed then.

[Panel 72]

Juniper: Yeah, it's just... I wasn't sure first when you told me that I would have to fit in the position as a priestess, but it's good to know that I keep track of these things, even though if it is a huge responsibility.

Hailey: Well, I'm sure something might turn out eventually. I could say the same about Andrew, though.

Juniper: Yeah.

[Panel 73]

Hailey: You're still thinking about your old home, aren't you? Your old friends, and Probably also Mrs. Grey herself?

Juniper: *tearfully nodded* I know. I'm sorry, it's just... I'm actually more comfortable being on Earth there rather than just having to return here after learning about my true heritage and all that. But, after being away for so long, I just can't seem to decide on what my true place is; Either it be Earth or Ebon otherwise*

[Panel 74]

Hailey: I'm sure it must been hard, even for you.

Juniper: Well, I'm glad you understand that.

[Panel 75]

Hailey: I know that feeling... My father used to tell me the same thing as well.

Juniper: When was this?

[Panel 76]

Hailey: Oh, I think a couple of years back should do it. I would ask him the same question just to be sure if was on the right track of becoming the rightful ruler for Ebon. Needless to say, I was a bit anxious at first. But overtime, I've managed to overcome my obstacles as well as learning from them. Surprisedly, it wasn't that easy to begin with.

Juniper: that's relatable.

[Panel 77]

Hailey: I just feel like anything's possible here, y'know?

[Panel 78]

June: *nodded abit*

[Panel 79]

Hailey: It's a good thing you still have us around or else you would've been lost without us, for sure.

June: Not to mention very vulnerable without you guys

[Panel 80, 81]

Hailey: Well, you still got Andrew to thank for that, having to bring you back all the way to Ebon, even when things got a bit off a rocky start at first.

Juniper: It is nice... I could get being used to loving in this place, I guess.

[Panel 82, 83]

Hailey: Besides, by having you around these days, who knows what you might get to see besides Echidna Town.

Juniper: Maybe. but, I don't know... Lancelot and Hiretsuna might eventually show up after being imprisoned in crystal and maybe even try to get back at us.

[Panel 84, 85]

Hailey: He's just one lousy Echidna. Don't let the likes of him get your spirits down.

Juniper: Easy for you to say, You weren't sent to earth as a baby like I was. You're an actual princess yourself.

[Panel 86, 87]

Hailey: Actually, not necessarily... Some of the other felines took a disliking to me as a young girl back then...

Juniper: In what way?

[Panel 88, 89]

Hailey: Back when I was your age, they said I didn't belong with them because they think I was too "self-entitled" and "materialistic" to even fit in. But, you know what? I was kind, to each and every one of them. They may have written me off, but that won't stop me from giving them the benefit doubt.*

Juniper: I think I might as well sleep on that one...

[Panel 90]

Hailey: ...Still not convinced?

Juniper: *Quietly grumbling to herself*

[Panel 91, 92]

*Out of nowhere, Hailey playfully splashes a bit of water onto Juniper, which gets her all soaked up from before.*

[Panel 93, 94]

Juniper: *Sputters* What was THAT for??

Hailey: *innocently* To snap you out of it, silly ^^

Juniper: Yeah-- *Coff* but, not like that! *Sputters*

[Panel 95, 96, 97, 98]

*Hailey quietly chuckles to herself. Then, out of nowhere, Juniper quickly passes the bucket and then playfully splashes some water onto her, now even more soaked than ever, Hailey sputters, then smirks at Juniper*

[Panel 99, 100]

Juniper: There. Now we're EVEN ^^

Haily: *giggles*

[Panel 101, 102, 103, 104]

*Both Juniper and Hailey start splashing each other just to make things more fun. They do this for hours, until finally they eventually start to get tired, then they sit back and go back to another hour of relaxation time.*

[Panel 105]

Juniper: Well, THAT was fun ^^

Hailey: Yeah, tell me about it.

[Panel 106, 107]

Juniper: Y'know, I could get used to living here in a place like Ebon. I think I might like it here ^^

Hailey: *Chuckles* You still have a lot to learn about Ebonitians, my friend ;)

[Panel 108]

Juniper: :)

[Panel 109, 110,]

*Both Juniper and Hailey calm down for a moment, then they take a few minutes to think about what they're going to do next, still not saying a thing as they relax for now*

[Panel 111, 112]

Juniper: ...Wanna go get something to eat?

Hailey: ...Ok, sure :)

(END SCENE)

[tulipfantasies]

night owl ✩ n.romanoff

pairing; natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary; after having a restless night, you decide to head to natasha's room to relax and watch a film with her. 

characters; friday and liho

warnings; pure fluff, cheesy (near the end), (sort of) established relationship, nat's a bit of a james bond nerd (sorry not sorry), i waffled on (may re-edit it later), r is ticklish

my notes; i love the fact she memorises the dialogue to the james bond films (she's so real for that). credit to the owner of the prompt, (i got it from a generator). also it's my birthday!!

word count; 2.6k ao3

3:36 am.

Deep silver pools of moonlight gently cascaded through the thick curtains, blocking out the silver star-ridden sky gleaming down on the deserted streets. 

The night was still. Not a single soul was awake for miles on end; it felt as if the world slept to the everlasting stretch of silence coating the streets of New York like a pearly blanket of snow. 

The Avengers Tower carried such a serene atmosphere that if someone were to drop a single pin, those living in the tower would hear the minute-clattering noise it made upon impact.

Those are often the best kinds of nights.

Tonight, unfortunately, was not one of those peaceful nights. Not for you and not for several other earth-saving heroes (it’s hardly surprising given that some of them have insomnia). 

Tonight was one of those rare nights that dragged on continuously; the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into hours. The longer time ticked on, the more you gradually grew restless.

The only noise that floods your bedroom is the rustling sound of the bed sheets as you toss and turn for the umpteenth time in the hour alone.

Right left, left right. No spot was comfortable enough to fall asleep. 

Whatever direction you find yourself in, it feels like you are lying on a large slab of rock rather than the usual soft cloud.

There weren’t many thoughts occupying your mind at this hour, but for some reason, your mind was completely wired, which prevented you from sleeping.

With a quiet and exasperated scoff, you push yourself up into a sitting position, causing the blankets you were wrapped in to drop from around your body.

You shiver at the sudden coldness of the night’s air seeping into your body. 

Someone turned the thermostat on the floor down again. She has a habit of doing that.

Everything goes dead silent. There is no sound of rustling bedsheets, no distant police or ambulance sirens, just pure silence. 

Your eyes wearily glance around your bedroom so you can soak in the pale moonlight, tinting your belongings with a gentle glow. Your hands gently rub against your bleary eyes before they rise to smooth out your messy strands of hair. 

“Friday?” You call out to the AI, expecting an immediate response. You let out a soft yawn.

“Yes, Miss L/n?” Her familiar and cheerful Irish voice answers your call immediately. Just as expected.

“What time is it?”

“Currently, it’s 3:36 am, Miss. You’ve been tossing and turning for over an hour; is there anything I can do to help?”

“Uh, no, thank you, Friday.” You quietly reply, just as another yawn falls from your lips. You peel back the duvet. “Is anyone else awake?”

“Miss Romanoff and Mr Stark are currently the only ones awake.” She informs before going silent until her name is addressed again.

You murmur a soft ‘thank you’.

It wasn’t surprising that those two were the only ones awake in the tower—besides you. Natasha has always been a night owl; Tony is one of those who have insomnia. They’re usually up taking in the silence while doing their things. 

You need to kill time fast.

You could open your laptop and start scrolling through Netflix to watch a film or series, to take your mind off things until you fall asleep; even the thought of scrolling through seems tedious. 

Too tedious for this hour, you think to yourself.

Another option includes sneaking down to the training facility to get a few extra hours of training under your belt; the thought of being sore and sweaty had your face scrunching in disgust.

Most certainly not.

Maybe you’ll go and keep Natasha company for a little while. 

You swing your legs out of the duvet and off the bed so your feet can touch the cold floorboard under your bed. A slow shiver rolls down your spine as you rise to your feet with an exhausted sigh. 

You slowly wander away from your bed and across your bedroom, so you can quietly swing open the door and make your way out. You sluggishly walk down and across the hall, where Natasha’s room is. 

From outside her room, you could just about make out the sounds of her TV playing at a low volume, which is presumably done not to wake you.

Even late at night, she’s still thoughtful.

You silently thank Tony for putting you and Natasha on the same floor and that she was in her room tonight, not wandering around or in the training facility to relieve her tension (which she has a habit of doing). 

You notice the fact—as you get closer and closer—that her door was open just enough to let the soft, warm glow from her bedside light trickle out from the crack.

It paints a section of the floor beneath your feet amber.

“Nat?” You whisper as you poke your head through the crack between the door and the white-painted door frame. “Is it okay if I come in?”

You push the door open a little wider to catch the perfect glimpse of her. She looks peaceful and content with the silence while she watches another James Bond film. 

She was sprawled across her bed—with her red hair splayed across her pillow—as she silently mouthed along to the dialogue of the 007 film.

If you’re not mistaken, she’s watching ‘From Russia With Love’.  

It’s like she’s seen the film franchise way too many times to count; she probably has seen them all so many times. You wouldn’t blame her if she did.

The second her emerald gaze finds your weary one, her lips curl into a warm and inviting smile. She pauses for a minute or two before scooting over—to make enough room for you—while pulling back the duvet and patting the bed. 

An invitation to join her in watching her film, or knowing her, a marathon. An invitation that you gladly accept.

“What are you doing up this late, detka?” She coos as you remain by the door frame for a few minutes longer. “It’s unlike you to be up this late; is something on your mind?”

You shake your head as you wearily make your way over to the bed. You intended to climb in to watch the remaining half of the film with her like you’ve done many times before.

Standing by the doorway for so long meant that you didn’t initially notice the ball of black fur curled up on her other pillow (plus it was dark), so you were pleasantly surprised to see the other guest as you reached her bed.

Liho. 

Natasha swears that Liho isn’t her cat, and she’s nothing more than a stray who loves following her around; you know otherwise. 

“Hey, Liho, do you mind giving up the pillow?” You whisper to the cat before leaning over to scratch behind her ear, making her purr quietly. You turn to Natasha with an amused look. 

“Don’t,” she says sternly while focusing on the screen.

“I thought she wasn’t allowed on your bed.” 

“She’s not,” she replies as she glances over at the black cat, who looks happy where she is. “Someone keeps letting her in. I bet it’s Bucky; y’know how he is with Alpine.”

You chuckle to yourself before scooping the cat up and practically sinking into the softness of her mattress and duvet.

You let out a peaceful sigh as you could feel your muscles relaxing, and Liho nuzzled her head against you. 

“She’s not that bad, y’know. She’s sweet.”

“Mhm, you didn’t answer my question from earlier. Is something on your mind?”

“No,” you mumble as she shuffles so she is close enough to encase her arms around your torso. “I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t mean to interrupt your film. Is this your first James Bond film of the night?”

The back of your thighs was touching hers, and your back was pressed firmly into her chest. Her grip around your waist was gentle, while her fingertips brushed over your hip in a soothing circular motion. 

“No,” she quietly replies. “Second.”

Natasha’s soothing motion against your hip had you mirroring the motion onto Liho’s head (behind her ears). Liho’s purrs grew louder, which made you smile softly.

At this point, it was almost second nature for her to pull you as close to her as possible while her hands rested somewhere on your body (usually on your back or hip).

It’s like an instinct for her.

“Chronological order, Nat?”

“Mhm,” she hums while lifting her fingers from your hip to absentmindedly run them lightly up and down your forearm. They feel cold against your warm skin. “I just finished watching Dr. No.”

“Is that the one with Sean Connery or Roger Moore?” You ask, already knowing the answer yourself.

Honestly, you just wanted to hear her enthusiastically talk about it. Her quiet excitement about certain things has you falling even deeper in love with her, which seems impossible to do.

At the same time, you want to tease her so badly. Tease her for being so sweet and slightly nerdy.

It’s not the smartest idea to tease an assassin about how sweet and nerdy she is when she talks about certain things.

No, you wouldn’t wake up the next day, so it’s best to keep the thought to yourself.

“Sean Connery, detka,” she replied to your question with a soft chuckle. “Moonraker is one of Roger Moore’s films, which is a good film too.”

You let out a quiet ‘ah’ sound before shuffling in closer to her—if possible—to bask in the warmth she was still radiating. It’s relaxing, even soothing.

“Have I-”

“Yeah, you’ve watched Moonraker with me.”

Hm. You didn’t need to get the words out for her to know what you were about to say. 

“I never did ask why you were up so late, Nat,” you whisper as you weaken your grip on Liho, who is asleep. “But I’m going to assume that the mission you just came back from is messing with you.”

She lets out a small sigh. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Missions aren’t always easy; sometimes they can go pear-shaped to the point where they're compromised.

You’ve been on many missions that have gone off the tracks, but every single time you’ve dealt with them head-on.

“Put it out of your mind,” you whisper as you tilt your head upward to catch her softened and tired gaze. “That was one day; tomorrow is another.”

“Alright, Miss Wisdom, that’s enough for one night,” she lightly teases as she looks down at you for a fleeting minute before looking back at the screen. 

You weren’t following along with the story in the slightest. You don’t have much interest in watching James Bond at this hour; you are too busy enjoying her warmth as she gently holds onto you as if you were delicate.

You remain silent in her arms while she occasionally nuzzles her nose into your hair for that extra stretch of comfort and reassurance that she’s not alone.

She’ll never be alone.

“He wouldn’t be able to do that,” she grumbles, clearly unamused. Ah, there’s the habit that you love and hate. “He’d kill himself right away.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing, detka,” she murmurs before quickly kissing your hair while inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “I’m just talking to myself.”

Anyone who knows her well enough should know that Natasha tends to correct any inaccuracies in spy films. Half of the time, she doesn’t even realise she’s doing it, so it’s almost like it's an instinct for her to correct the character’s mistakes.

While it’s very endearing to see her so invested in something, it can get annoying.

Yelena has the same habit as Natasha, making it harder to watch spy films with either of them.

“You know, you and Yelena have the same habit,” you whisper as you drag your hand down the cat’s back before she climbs out of your arms. 

“Oh yeah?” Natasha replies as she watches the screen before looking down at you. She’s smiling lovingly. “And what habit would that be, detka?”

“You both love pointing out and correcting any inaccuracies in spy films.” 

“I do not do that,” Natasha denies, even though there is a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. 

“Oh, you don’t? Because, if I recall correctly, you just said ‘he wouldn’t be able to do that’. It sounds like pointing out to me, Nat.” You tease before squealing as she gently digs her fingers into your hips.

In one swift move, she is hovering over you with one hand by your head to hold herself up while her other is wiggling at your side.

If there’s one sound Natasha loves more than your voice, it's the sound of your pure, unbridled laughter.

“Nat! Stop!” You squeal out as your hands reach up to her forearms to try and get her to stop attacking your sides.

She doesn’t stop; she smiles at you with a loving gaze.

“I’ll only stop if you admit that I don’t have a habit of doing that,” she says in a slightly proud tone. “Yelena might, but I certainly don’t.”

“Okay, okay,” you say before holding your hands up like a truce. “You don’t do that.”

She grins triumphantly before lifting her hand and placing it on the other side of your head so she can get a better view of you and how red you’ve gone from laughing. 

“Neither of you can go a single film without pointing a mistake out for the rest to see,” you say quickly, causing her to roll her eyes and pepper kisses all over your cheeks.

“Ugh, fine,” she grits out in between each kiss she lays on your cheeks. “Maybe I do. Okay, I correct and point out mistakes in spy films; it’s not my fault they are often inaccurate.”

“Alright, we’ll agree to disagree. C’mere.”

Natasha doesn’t waste any time when it comes to sinking back into her mattress behind you. She snakes her arms around your waist before pulling you flush against her chest, like before she started tickling you.

The last thing that Natasha is focused on is what Sean Connery’s Bond is doing or saying on the TV screen.

No, she’s focused on how your nose scrunches as you yawn softly or on your weary smile.

It is pretty late, so she wouldn’t blame you if you fell asleep in her arms. She wants you to, selfishly, because she loves it.

“Sleep, detka,” she coos softly in your ear before pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere; you’re safe with me.”

“I always am,” you whisper before sighing contently after yawning for the second time in a minute. “I just want to stay up and talk with you. Or at least finish watching your film with you.”

“We can talk more in the morning; just close your eyes.”

Her thumb softly dragged your knuckles back and forth due to your hands being laced together, while her other hand softly drew circles into your exposed arm.

So soothing.

Put both of those together, and you’re on the verge of sleep.

It wasn’t long before you were quietly snoring while nestled in her protective embrace.

Natasha stayed awake a little longer to soak up your gentle sounds mixed with Liho’s content purrs. 

The mischievous cat was back laying on her pillow, despite not being allowed anywhere on her bed.

Nothing mattered as the world stood still as she gazed lovingly at her girls.

You and Liho are her girls (even if she’d never admit the cat was hers; everyone knows Liho is her cat).

She likes how it rolls off the tongue.

“I love you,” she whispers as she presses a feather-light kiss to your cheeks as you sleep. Her eyes drifted closed. “More than you’ll ever know.”

[margowritesthings]

SOME COMPANY

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 3155 words

warnings: 18+, nudity, language, smut, fingering (r receiving)

a/n: oh god. this man has ruined my goddamn life. i havent even played the game, just sat next to my boyfriend swooning while he did. anyway- arthur morgan is my new favourite muse and here is some shameless porn. <3 as always feedback is super appreciated

The campfire was dwindling, but the heat still managed to soak through your clothes and into your skin. You knew you only had about 10 more minutes of this flame, but it was only you still awake in the whole camp and it didn’t feel worth it to fetch more wood. It was fine, you could head back to your tent, or maybe even just fetch a blanket whenever it got too cold to be out. 

Another sleepless night. You had been in the camp for almost a month now (24 days, to be exact), but the nights were still plagued by memories of a life that felt both a lifetime ago and just yesterday all at the same time. Nightmares, on the lucky occasion you managed to close your eyes, or simply the agony of being left alone to your thoughts. 

Of those 24 days you had lived with the Van Der Linde gang, there were 8 nights you hadn’t spent alone. It started on your second night, sitting in the very spot you were now, when Arthur Morgan, right hand man and knight in shining hide, came back from a late night hunting trip. Since then, you had crossed paths 8 times under various circumstances, often talking until dawn. Those were your favourite nights. 

You often found yourself breaking your gaze from the mesmerising lick of the flames or the vast sea of stars above to check Arthur’s window up in the manor. Sometimes he’d be out on a job or hunting, other nights his lantern would flicker until the early hours, probably partaking in just as much worry as you were. Rarely, he’d turn out his light at a reasonable hour and sleep. It was strange, you felt somewhat relieved to know he was actually resting. 

Tonight was one of those nights, or so you thought. His light had been off for about 20 minutes, as had most of the camps, leaving you to bathe in the starlight alone, with the crackle of the fire and an occasional cricket for company. That was, until you heard the creaking of the door followed by footsteps. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” Arthur asked, sitting on the log beside you before you even had the chance to turn around to face him. You shook your head with an almost sad smile on your face. There was an understanding ingrained into the air between the two of you that meant you didn’t have to ask him the same question. For not the first time with Arthur, you found yourself slipping into the most natural, comfortable silence in the world as you held eye contact with each other. It was no surprise that you didn’t see the chopped wood in his arms, losing yourself in those tired eyes and sleepy smile.

“Thought you could use some company.” He admitted, throwing one of the logs into the fire, feeding its dying state, “And some wood.” 

If it wasn’t so peaceful, you would have snorted. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you stopped yourself, somehow managing the fit of laughter into a cheeky grin thrown Arthur’s way, so he knew that you definitely picked up on that accidental entendre. He didn’t mean it, you were sure. While it was true that some sort of strange, ethereal connection that you certainly didn’t have the capacity to contemplate was steadily growing between you, Arthur was always so respectful, never crude. You appreciated it, at least while there was all this trauma to wade through in your mind, though this was an opportunity that couldn’t be missed.

“That’s awfully kind of you, Mr. Morgan.” You replied, the remains of a suppressed laugh sneaking into your tone, “When a lady needs wood, it’s good to know there’s a big, strong cowboy to bring it for her.”

It was probably the boldest thing you’d ever said to him, but it was worth it as soon as his features lit up with the biggest grin and he chuckled. That was the exact moment you knew there wasn’t much you wouldn’t do to see that grin again. You decided not to analyse that. 

“Watch it, you.” He warned, briefly looking to the fire to poke it back into action. “Wouldn’t want to have to take my wood back off to bed.” 

Okay, so this was really happening. Full speed ahead on flirtatious banter with Arthur Morgan.

“How are you settlin’?” He quickly added, looking back to you as his expert hands grew the fire back to the point where he was bathed in a comforting glow and you forgot all about the blanket in your tent.

You smiled softly, detecting apprehension in the question. Every time you shared these secret, stolen moments together, he always made sure you were okay. Perhaps because he knew that the creature comforts the camp had to offer were few and far between, but you suspected it was something to do with the darkness in his eye that only a fellow sufferer could understand. 

“Just as I was two days ago when you last asked. I’m okay, Arthur. Really.” You reassured, subconsciously placing your hand on the wood between you and the outlaw now that you didn’t have to huddle into yourself for heat. The timing was awfully suggestive, but you didn’t even notice you’d done it. 

“Alright, well… You just let me know if you need anything, alright?” You nodded, eternally grateful for this man and all he had done for you, and all he promised he would do for you. No man had ever offered you the safety Arthur had, nor the respect, and you weren’t even together. You almost scoffed aloud. Typical that the one society has labelled a violent criminal is the only nice guy… well, ever, if your experience was anything to go by.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“From whose pocket?” Your response was quick and witty, both yours and Arthur’s default when you definitely didn’t want to answer a question thrown at you. He understood, grinning once more at you and shaking his head.

“For a so-called Lady, you sure do have a cheek to you.” 

You smiled proudly, “It’s my best feature.”

“Absolutely it is not.” He mumbled under his breath, but you were too quick. You caught every drawled syllable and blushed profusely for the privilege. It was a good job you were sitting in front of a fire and could blame your reddened skin on the harshness of the heat. Not that you were going to bring attention to it, of course. 

This happened every so often, a compliment under the breath or off to the side or sometimes directly at you, knitted into layers of jokes and quips so much that they seemed to floor you even more than the offer of wood. Always respectful, never crude. You didn’t yet realise it, but your brain was storing those little moments under something special. You didn’t yet realise it, but they were pretty damned special. 

It was your turn to say something, you realised, when a particularly loud crackle of the fire pulled you back to your senses. Arthur was looking at you intently, as if studying you. Normally if someone was looking at you like that, you’d want to crawl into the ground, feeling like an entry in that little compendium Arthur carried with him everywhere. This time was… well, you certainly weren’t crawling into the ground, to say the least. Actually, you found your heart rate increased for all the right reasons, rather than the anxiety you usually seemed to feel settling in your chest. The revelation knocked you once more. 

Your lips were parted to speak, but everything seemed blocked in your throat. Nothing seemed like the right thing to say at that moment, so precious and fragile that a poorly timed joke or awkward comment might shatter it. So, you stayed silent, feeling a tension you’d never felt before ravelling up in the air hanging between you and Arthur.

“Alright, forget the penny. Name your price and I’ll pay it- I’d be willin’ to bet that those thoughts are worth a small fortune, darlin’.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off you, it was quite possibly the longest, most entrancing eye contact you'd shared with anybody. It took you a moment to register the term of endearment, rolling so naturally off his tongue as if the word was crafted just for you. You liked the sound of it on him. 

“Alright…  I was just wonderin’, if not my cheek, then what? What’s my best feature, cowboy?” 

“Well, you’re an excellent shot.” 

His quip earned a laugh and gentle hit to the arm before your hand landed back next to Arthur’s on the log.

Wait, when had Arthur put his hand on the log?

It was your turn to study him now and what you found was no less than a masterpiece that told the story of his life. Freckles splattered his nose and his eyes were framed with faint crows feet, from years of squinting in the sun. A couple of scars marked tanned skin, probably from one of his many fights or shootouts. His eyes, upon closer inspection were the brightest part about him, a blue you could spend centuries swimming in. 

Swimming in his eyes? You were getting poetic. You were getting distracted. That, and if you inched your pinky finger just so, you and Arthur would have closed the space between you. 

“Y/n?” Oh lord, you were staring. “Uh huh?” The response was practically a squeak.

“Can… Can I-”

It was inevitable, pressing your lips against Arthur’s in a breathless, stolen kiss. Somehow, you knew just what he was going to ask and you had to beat him to it. It was searing, but over before it had even begun. As you retreated, there was a single second, dragged out into a lifetime of choices leading to this very moment, before Arthur lurched forwards and took your face in his hands, devouring you. Lips crashed against lips and hands got everywhere as you finally kissed Arthur Morgan. You were responsive to him, of course you were, shuffling closer so that he could wrap his arms around you and pull you even closer. 

And then he stopped, pulling away with wide eyes scanning all over your expression, presumably taking it all in. Everything happened so damn quickly and now… well, somebody had to break the silence.

“I, uh…” “You know, I’ve never been in that big old manor of yours…”

An eyebrow was raised.

Arthur smirked.

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You heard the click of the door closing and had only a second to survey Arthur’s room before you once more felt warm hands cupping each cheek. He didn’t kiss you straight away, instead scanning every inch of your face, as if you were the last beautiful thing left in a godforsaken world. 

“Arthur…” the word was a whisper, a breath tickling his lip. Your lashes batted up at him while your gaze fell from his eyes to his mouth, just as it formed a silent ghost of your name. His thumb traced a circle on your cheek, the worked skin on his finger pads a stark contrast to your softness.

“Are… Are y’sure this is what you wan-” you didn’t allow him to continue, instead choosing to reassure him by lifting to your tiptoes and firmly pressing your lips against his and reaching to the back of his neck. You heard a shuddered breath as your nails scratched at Arthur’s skin before he walked you both forwards until your back was against the wall of his bedroom.

Arthur’s hands roamed down your neck and onto your waist, agonisingly briefly brushing over your breasts, the sensitivity of your nipples right now jolting down to your core as he did so. Fingers of one hand gripped your hip, pulling you even closer until your front was flushed against Arthur’s, your back arched and his hard chest pressing against your own supple one. The other hand splayed across your back, trailing up and down the stitching of your buttons. 

You felt a restraint in Arthur’s sweet, tender kisses, as if he didn’t want to break something so fragile. Not wanting to break away from the kiss, you let Arthur know you were okay by giving his lip the tiniest nip. He growled, low and deep in his chest, before the need in his kiss became that much more intense. Your lips parted, wide enough for Arthur to slip his tongue along the bottom one. He tasted like tobacco and whiskey, two flavours you weren’t normally awfully fond of, but on Arthur it was intoxicating. The feel of his slick tongue gently licking yours produced a moan you couldn’t have stopped if you wanted to. 

Your moan, a reassurance that you were definitely enjoying this, seemed to awaken something more in Arthur and he let go, fully devouring you now. He was overpowering, lifting you up into his passionate kiss before leading you over to his bed. It was much sturdier than your cot back in your own tent, but Arthur definitely worked hard enough for the camp to deserve it. You never broke away from each other, laying back into the mattress under Arthur’s guide. The length of him covered you completely and he propped himself up onto his elbows to stop himself from crushing you. You had never felt such a weight of somebody on you like this, a lifetime of hard work and dedication embedded in his muscles. It made you feel safe, as if those arms could and would protect you from anything and everything. It was a safety you had never in your life felt before, and in that moment you realised it was… right. Everything about this was so right.

Nimble fingers dragged down from the back of the outlaw’s neck and onto his face, feeling the scratch of his stubble as you both finally came up for air. You looked up, finding the candlelight just as perfect of a glow as the campfire against Arthur’s features.  Your lips were reddened and wet from his nips, licks and kisses and your cheeks were flushed from the pure emotion of it all. You didn’t know it, but Arthur had just logged this as his favourite sight in all the world. 

Ever since he’d sat down at that fire, a tension had been coiling tighter and tighter in you, one that you weren’t sure you could handle for much longer. “Arthur, I… I need you. Please.” You all but begged, squirming under his weight. That goddamn grin was back, gazing down at you for a final moment before Arthur plunged back into your lips, prodding them open with his tongue once more. His hands quickly found their way to your back as you arched for him, slipping the buttons away with an impressive ease. You sat up slightly, pushing Arthur’s jacket off his shoulders and shrugging off the top half of your dress. Arthur gathered up your skirts, pushing them over your head so that you were almost bare to him.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that?” He asked, running a finger over the lining of your undergarments, leaving ripples of tingles scattered all over you. Never good at taking compliments, you decided to focus on getting Arthur’s clothes off, starting with his suspenders and shirt buttons. He pulled his own shirt off, and you reached to run your hands over his chest. He shuddered under your touch and growled once more as you kissed the newly bare skin. While you were occupied with his torso, Arthur lifted your hips, peeling off the rest of your undergarments.

“So beautiful…” He whispered, reaching a finger down to your naked slit. He hesitated, looking down at you with the question gleaming in his eye. A silent question earned a silent response as you needily bucked your hips up towards him. 

A loud gasp escaped you as Arthur slid a single finger in, instantly feeling just how wet you were for him.

“Goddamn… you’ll be the death of me, girl.” He mumbled, pausing only briefly to allow you to adjust to something inside you before he began to curl his finger, finding your sweet spot in a record time you didn’t even know possible. He smirked at the sight of you, squirming and dripping with just one little movement. 

“Fuck, Arthur…” You whined, bucking your hips again, his hand reaching to meet you in a sweet symphony of friction and pressure. His finger drives in and out, a second soon joining it as you mewl below him. Your eyes shut tight as you attempt to stay a little quieter, not exactly wanting to advertise your activities to the camp. All that quickly went out of the window as his thumb pressed against your bud and you all but screamed. 

Arthur chuckled, “Easy now… we don’t wanna go wakin’ everybody up now, do we?” 

His actions didn’t back up his words, though, unfairly circling the bundle of nerves so deliciously you had to bite down hard on your lip. Seeing your struggle, Arthur brought his free thumb to your bottom lip to give you something to do with that loud little mouth of yours. You sucked and bit in time with the wonderful artistry Arthur was drawing all over your cunt and he watched you, immensely enjoying each twitch and moan. You felt yourself climbing ever higher to heaven, the pleasure sending you dizzy while Arthur pulled his lip between his teeth. He felt you flutter around his fingers, the tightening a sign of how close you were to the edge. 

“Atta girl… you gonna cum for me, darlin’?” His thumb came out with a pop, replaced quickly with a burning hot kiss. The uniquely Arthur mix of tobacco and man dominated your senses and pushed you right where you needed to be. The first wave came quickly, sending a rush of blood into your ears and knocking the air out of your lungs. Arthur’s fingers pumped in and out of you, curling to that spot every single time. You moaned deeply into his mouth as he masterfully orchestrated your orgasm, stretching it out until your legs were shaking and tiny tears pooled in the creases of your eyes. 

Arthur brought you back to Earth, slowing his thrusts and easing the pressure on your clit gradually. Your body went limp for a moment, trying to recirculate the air you could finally get into your lungs.

The two of you spent a moment together, Arthur above you while your chest rose and fell. When you could finally string a sentence together, you whispered to him, “God, Arthur… That was…” You trailed off, noticing the smirk growing onto the cowboy’s face.

“You think I’m done with you yet, girl?”

Perhaps you wouldn’t mind one more sleepless night…

[1zukuz]

WANNA GET DRUNK N NASTY?

SUMMARY: in which they come to you being tipsy and needy.

KAEYA, DILUC, CHILDE, ZHONGLI, THOMA x FEM!SUB!reader

CONTAINS: nsfw, breeding mentions, overstim, degradation and praise, fingering, squirting, size kink, finger sucking, exhibitionism (kinda), public sex, body worship, thomas a whiner

💌 from ak1loids: its my birthdayyyyy heres some smut from me to you 🙆🏽‍♀️💗

all acts in these drabbles r CONSENTUAL !

彡 heavy gasps and panting was all that was heard after you arrived home into KAEYA's arms. it started off as simple cuddling, the musky scent of wine on his lips. soon enough his gloved hands made their way to your hips which soon led to your pretty little cunt being stretched open by his long fingers. you mewled, toes curling all while he breathlessly watched as you soaked his fingers. "was worried about you all day, sweetheart," kaeya drawls, kissing your neck while you grab his wrist. whether you grabbed his wrist to get him to slow his fingers or for him to go deeper: he didn't know. "you were gone for so long... wanted to bend you over this morning and take you. could've called in sick..." you gasp as he touches a familiar spot within you, kaeya grinning like a cheshire cat. "'m sorry, did i do something? is it right there?" his digits go deeper as you cry out, unshed tears in your eyes. he hums, mouth watering as your pussy spasms around his fingers. "be a good girl and cum. make it messy, too." he says right against your ear, using his other hand to keep your shaking thighs open while you gush around his fingers. no matter what state he was in, he knew you were always there to be a perfect plaything. "hm.. not quite as messy as i'd hope. i'll let you try again on my cock. okay, sweetheart?"

彡 it felt as if you were in an alternative universe. was DILUC drunk? or the least bit tipsy, seeing that he could walk and write perfectly fine. you sat in front of him, putting your hand on his forehead concernedly. maybe the wine tasting was his tipping point. he was basically a lightweight. "'m fine, love. actually," he clenches his eyes closed. "i'm really fucking horny." your jaw drops, all the while he makes his way over to you while lifting off his jacket and shirt. "could i take you right now? need to fuck that tight hole... make it mine." faster than you could react, he lifts you onto his esteemed desk where anyone- the maids or kaeya who was notorious for showing up unannounced- could walk in. but his eyes darkened at the mention of someone finding you both. "let them come in.. want them to see how good of a slut you are for me... just me," diluc taps your mouth with his fingers, seconds after pulling your pants and ripping your panties off. as soon as his long digits entered your mouth so did his dick, both of you gasping slightly. you covered your loud moans with your hands, his grip leaving fingerprint bruises. you quietly mewled his name, pulling him for a kiss. kissing you swiftly he sped up, swallowing your moans. "love, i told you. i don't fucking care if they find us. stop holding back your moans. i need to hear you, darling," diluc moans as his hips pump you fully. "mm. maybe i should fuck you where everyone can see. make you write on my cock and beg for more." he stills from fucking you, a deep moan leaving his bitten lips. the thought alone makes him come undone inside your pussy while your drool and tears leak onto his writing paper. "just be good and let me have you once more, my love."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ it definitely wasn't rare to see CHILDE sit back and gulp down a couple of beers or wine, but then again he always used to watch himself. he knew his limits, and never pushed them for a short lived buzz. but tonight, all of that flew out of the window as his wine stained lips brushed against your neck for the fifth time that night. he was lucky that you both were concealed in a secluded area of liyue harbor, sitting atop of a hill that led up to where the ships set sail. "it's so rude to ignore your boyfriend, y/n," his grip felt needy as he pulled you even closer on his lap. "'think you need to make it up to me, yeah?" pretty cerulean eyes hazily looked over you, hypnotizing you until you realized your sopping cunt was hovering over his dick. "gonna let me put it in? hm? you're gushing all over me, baby," you gasp over and over as his throbbing tip enters you and then leaves again, a sadistic smile gracing childe's face. nervously looking around, you try pulling down your shirt and glancing at him with pleading eyes. "'but we can't we're in public,'" he mocks you, sighing and shuddering when he sits you on his long cock. you know him well, he's holding himself back from fucking you rough into the hard ground. his long fingers rub your clit and you cry out, embarrassed that he has you this loud after one thrust. "aww look at that. all that fussing just to want to be bred like a slut. i know exactly what you want. always."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ anyone who comes in contact with ZHONGLI knows the man loves his wine. which was why you were in the predicament as of right now: the 6'2 archon sleeping soundly against your pillowy thighs while you raked your fingers through his hair. he suddenly stirs, blinking up at you. "thank you for allowing me to rest on you, my flower." you simply smile and brush him off, jumping when he kisses your inner thighs. one kiss turns into two, then three, and now your legs are over his broad shoulders while he messily eats you out. you already came three times, and no amount of whining or tears could get him to lessen his loving assault on your poor pussy. "dry your tears, darling. i'm simply showing my appreciation to the one i love the most." zhongli kisses your sloppy pussy once more, strings of your previous release on his lips. "so beautiful," he almost growls, pushing your shaking thighs apart to dive back in. his gloved digits pump into you while he sucks at your clit, topaz eyes watching your every expression. he knows every one by heart, especially when you're about to come. "if you're going to cum, do so on my tongue. i don't want anything to go to waste. do you understand?" zhongli's tone was authoritative, forcing you to nod and writhe. you pull his hair hard when you come, so lost in pleasure that you don't realize you gushed onto the sheets instead of his tongue like he instructed. the archon gives you a hard stare that gives shivers of fear and excitement. "hm. it seems my flower is having a hard time following instructions. come bend over my lap."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the last time you remembered, hot-pot games usually included non-traditional ingredients. not sake. now THOMA, all blushy faced and warm, lays at your side. he seems to flush even more at your concern, making him sip on water and brushing his hair back from his eyes. "'shouldn't have gone against beidou for that drinking challenge... kinda set myself up there." he hiccups, and all you can do is laugh. the blond hugs your frame against him, sighing. "'m supposed to take care of you now you're taking care of me. sorry, angel." of course you reassure him that you'll always take care of him. of course you're so good to him, so perfect. he just needs to return the favor, as always. which is why his hand is pressed against your lower stomach while he fucks you deeply, whimpering softly at your moans. the pillow underneath your back only makes you arch further, taking him deeper. "you're so, so, so good, wanna make you feel like this forever.." thoma breathlessly says. his voice only makes you more wet, and he groans at the feeling. "k-keep talking? oh, fuck it feels like heaven. your pussy is so. good." thoma emphasizes with thrusts that leave you gasping for breath, clenching your eyes shut. "no. no baby please look at me. need to see what you look like when you're being fucked." he moans, fucking you deeper into the mattress. you prayed to celestia that no one heard how loud you both were being. but when he angled his dick to kiss your cervix you cried out at the same time as him. "gonna cum inside, angel. ah, please, need to cum so bad. gonna let me do it right here, yeah? fuck..."

[steveharringtonat3am]

Kinktober day 1: Bondage

so this is my first ever little fic for stranger things so i hope you guys enjoy!! would love to hear any feedback <3

kinktober masterlist!!

pairing: steve harrington/fem!reader

word count: 955

warnings: bondage, oral (fem!receiving), begging, steve being adorable

I was nervous. Like painfully nervous. I’m sitting on the couch in Steve and I’s shared apartment, folding laundry and trying to pay attention to the sitcom playing on the tv. But all I can think about is Steve’s text from 15 minutes ago.

‘Got a surprise for you. Be home in 20.’

Now, presents weren’t unusual with Steve. He often came home with something for me, whether it be a piece of jewelry or a little succulent. But surprises were a whole different thing.

I wracked my brain for 20 minutes as I try to think back and remember if there was anything he had brought up that would tell me what this surprise was. But I had nothing.

“Baby? I’m home!” The door swings open and I’m immediately on my feet. He’s holding a black plastic bag, with no brand name in site. What the hell is it?

“Hi Stevie! How was work?” I greet him normally, kissing him softly despite my desperation to peer into the bag. He smiles fondly at me and hugs me tight.

“Work was fine. But I’ve been dying to give you this surprise.” He holds out the bag to me and I reach inside and pull it out.

“Are these…handcuffs?” I inspect the pink fur-lined cuffs while my boyfriend grins at me.

“Yep! I figured I could cuff you to the bed and have my way with you” He wiggles his eyebrows and I can’t help but laugh.

“Alright baby. Just make sure you’ve got the key.” He holds it up to show me, before slipping it into his pocket and kissing me passionately.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He mumbles against my lips, refusing to pull away for even a second. He can get so clingy before sex, but I love him all the same.

We stumble into the bedroom, a tangled mess as Steve desperately tries to pull off both mine and his clothes as fast as possible. The second I’m left in just my panties he practically tackles me onto the bed.

“Baby I’m not gonna run away, you don’t have to bear hug me.” I giggle as he kisses along my neck. He gives me that stupid grin of his as he pushes my hands up to the headboard.

“Trust me, you definitely won’t be going anywhere now.” He secures the handcuffs around my wrists to the headboard, kissing the inside of my wrists. He was such a softie sometimes.

“So now that you’ve got me trapped, what do you wanna do to me?” I smile as my boyfriend finally gets undressed, his hard cock slapping his stomach.

“Well I’ve had such a long day…figured I could relax by eating something sweet.” He winks as he settles between my spread legs, kissing the inside of my thighs. He’s so slow as he peels off my panties. I pout at his pace but he says nothing.

When he finally gets the soaked fabric off I have to bite back a whine. Steve is especially handsome in the low light of our bedroom and he always teases me about how weak I get when he gets undressed.

“Anything to say, baby?” He smiles and I shake my head.

“Not even a little beg? I don’t have to let you cum, you know.” I suck in a breath at the gentle threat. Steve was a big fan of leaving me needy and it was not something I wanted right now.

“P-please Stevie? Please eat me out? You’re s-so good at it and you look so handsome baby please?” I whine, hips bucking into the air. Normally my hands would be tangled in his gorgeous hair but that wasn’t an option tonight.

“Okay babe.” Is all he says before he dives in.

His tongue makes the loudest noise as he circles my clit, moaning against me as I whine. Steve was such a giving partner. At this point in our relationship he knew exactly how to make me feel good.

“R-right there!” I tug at the cuffs desperately as he pushes his face impossible closer to me, teeth gently grazing my sensitive bud. He slides a finger into me slowly and my back arches. His fingers were long and very skilled.

“Steve-Steve please go faster? Please I wanna cum baby.” I pout and he looks up at me, the lower half of his face shining in the low light.

“Your wish is my command.” He winks, slamming two fingers into me with no warning. I moan way too loudly, hands in tight fists to make up for the fact I can’t grab him. His free hand grips my thigh and the slight pain of his nails digging into my skin mixed with the pure pleasure he’s bestowing on me, is enough to send me over the edge.

“Fuck!!” I cry as my orgasm shoots through me. Steve is relentless as the pleasure washes through my body. The room is quiet now, the only sound is my heavy breathing. I feel a little hazy, and already half asleep. Of course Steve knows this. He always knows exactly how I feel, even when I don’t.

“Did such a good job baby.” He uncuffs me, kissing the skin of my wrists once again.

“You didn’t get to cum.” I pout but he just kisses my forehead and pulls the covers over the both of us.

“As long as you feel good, I feel good. Now sleep baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

thanks for reading!! hope you enjoyed it!

[nctsplug02]

Hi! cud I get jaehyun angst fluff? oc is stressed and cries, jaehyun holds her, he gets touchy but like in a comforting way...

[2:46am]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: reader has a night terror of her abusive father, butt touching. the word R@PE is used for a behind story of the reader.

jaehyun shuffles around and sighs when hearing sobs coming from the living room. “y/n..” he mumbles, head still covered by his arm.

wait. y/n.

“babe?” jaehyun sits up and hops out of bed, he runs downstairs to see you hugging yourself while thick tears ran down your rosey pink cheeks.

he kneels down and cups your face. “baby, baby.. what’s wrong? why’re you crying?” his thumbs wiping your tears away. “don’t cry, baby. don’t cry, cmere.” he picks you up and sits on the couch with you in his lap.

“baby, look at me. baby, cmon.” his voice soothing while he tries cupping your face again. “mm, it’s okay, baby.” he hugs you and rocks your slowly while rubbing your back.

“i.. hhhwooo..” you blow out slowly with hiccups interrupting.

“deeps breathes, baby. take breathes. in,” he sucks in which you follow with hiccups. “and out.” you exhale with him. “now, again.” you repeat the process several more times before explaining to jaehyun.

jaehyuns lips forming into a light pout. “what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he tucks your hair back and looks at your lashes that were soaked with your tears.

you wipe your nose and sniffle when feeling it run. “had a bad dream..” your voice cracks. “of my dad.” jaehyun sighs, his hands running down the curves of your waist.

jaehyun knew. he knew the story of how your dad beat you, nearly raped you when drunk. your dad was abusive once your mother passed away due to cancer, breast cancer. he blamed you every night and day, every second, every minute.

“baby,” he sighs, wiping away the tears that had fallen once again. “c’mere.” he pulls you to his chest and hushes you as you cry into his shoulder.

“he beat me again.. he.. he was gonna kill me.” jaehyun nods, listening to your cries. “he hurt me— he.. he..” jaehyun nods slowly, bringing his hands down to your butt and patting it slowly.

his action reminding you of how he rocked your niece to sleep.

jaehyun giving your butt pats while rocking your body back and forth. “he..” you start but jaehyun quickly ends it. “baby—“ you shake your head, shoulders shaking as you sob.

“no, jae— you didn’t.. hhh.. you didn’t save me this time.” jaehyun stops rocking and listens. “you.. you didn’t save me this time.. you let him hurt me instead.” jaehyun shakes his head.

he begins to rock you in his arms again while hushing. “shh, shh, shh.. close your eyes, baby. deep breathes, okay?” jaehyun rubs and pats your back and butt while humming a soft tune.

a few minutes of silence and you speak up. “jae,” your voice breaks. “yeah, baby?” lightly, you clear your throat. “i’m sorry.” he sighs, his hands stop patting your butt. “don’t apologize, baby. you have nothing to apologize for.” he says before silence takes over again.

“baby,” he shakes you lightly. “let’s go to bed, yeah? or do you wanna sleep on the couch tonight?” he gets no response and leans his head back.

he chuckles when seeing you asleep, your light snores picking up and becoming louder. “guess we’re sleeping on the couch.” he grunts, holding you tightly and then laying down with your body on his.