#this is not huffing in a bad way btw

[eruanna1875]

Well now I am huffing and crossing my arms and trying to walk off my emotion, but it's so much I can't even pace in a normal circle. That's how hard the Edmund and Aithus stuff is hitting me.

[miange1]

could i request lost prince gojo who ran away but got lost and now once to go home?

and while trying to find his way back he saw a water nymph(who's the reader? male btw)

and reader lures him in and makes him stay(sexy times)

ik nymphs are girls but shhhhh

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 — lost prince

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pairing: gojo x nymph male reader

summary: gojo is a prince, he ran away due to an argument and then he found that he was lost. then he found you

genre: smut

TW: male reader, loneliness, running away, arguments, reader is described to have longer hair(not the type), seducing, slight water sex, praise, luring , manipulation, grabbing , obsessive behavior, gojo wears bandaged blindfolds

note: it took me forever to figure out this color thing bro yall don't understand. also reminder, i NEVER proof read. EVER. so if there are spelling errors don't point them out because i won't fix it

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the argument rang through his head about a thousand times. he hadn't even meant for it to escalate, all he wanted to do was go out for a small walk without fifteen guards crowding his personal space. the man could barely jerk off.

"just for five minutes!"

his father would tut, and shake his head.

"no, satorou. there are things out there you just can't handle."

he would shout back, groaning in agitation. "what does that even mean! tell me, what's out there that's so bad?"

his father hadn't said anything after that. so, he decided to check out for himself. he wasn't even so sure how he got past the guards, the maids, the butlers, he was simply that determined to just have a five minute walk on his own.

but then it got a little darker, and he was lost..real lost. he had gotten lost in the woods, trees and cob webs hitting all over his face. he didn't want to admit, even to himself that he was scared. it was getting cold, he was hungry, he didn't know what to do all on his own. a few times he almost caught himself calling for a maid, forgetting that he was still lost.

he leaned up against a tree, his eyesight blurry and all he could truly see was his breath huffing in front of his face. then, he heard it. heard you.

that beautiful humming, it was gorgeous. now, it wasn't an exact song or exact lyrics. but it was beautiful. he urged himself up, going to where that singing was. he peeked around behind a tree, seeing a beautiful pond. and then a man, a man whose skin seemed to glow even in the setting sun, his hair wet and glistening as it cascaded into the ponds waters.

then you'd stop, your head turning. your eyes..oh, those eyes were gorgeous weren't they? your eyelashes long and curling up beautifully around the shape.

your lips curled into a soft smile, your little giggle just as soft. your body turned, and you'd let yourself walk to the edge of the pond and lean onto the grass. your finger curled in a come here motion, beckoning him. everything about you pulled him to you, but that was just it. he staggered forward, falling onto his knees in front of you. you seemed just as lonely as he did, just as needy.

he wanted to touch you, so badly. your skin looked like the cure to his hunger. your arms moved up, your nails tickling his skin as you cradled his face.

"what is this?" you'd ask him, your fingers coming towards the bandages at his eyes. "let me see your eyes," he couldn't stop you, he just couldn't. he felt the bandages along his face loosen, then fall onto the ground. you cooed, with a little click to your tongue. "aren't you gorgeous, hm?" his body swayed, before he caught himself. he was going to get in that water.

he'd move your arms from his body, his own hands ripping his own clothes off and his buttons flying off. he'd kick off his boots, slip his pants off and he'd get himself into the pond. his hands were all over you, impatient. he'd feel you flinch, not even backing away– "don't leave me." his voice broke though.

the air felt like a spell, and your scent was just causing it and making it worse. he was gripping you in all sorts of places, your waist, your arms, thighs, ass. whatever he could reach he wanted it to be his, all his.

your hands came to his chest, then caressed upwards.

he took a moment to take it in.

one moment.

two moments.

three was enough until he threw himself at you. the water splashed, his lips on yours, his hand drawing to your neck- then squeezing. squeezing to keep you there, to send that message that you didn't belong to anyone else.

"you're what i've been waiting for..where have you been?" he didn't even know your name, didn't have to , he could learn it after. his fingers curled at your waist, clutching and then hoisting you up so your legs could wrap along his waist.

"promise you'll never leave.." he said, nipping at your ear whilst his fingers spread you open to slip inside of you. "promise me." you had gasped, feeling him slide inside. "i promise.." you wiggled your hips, as if trying to get him balls deep inside you. he wouldn't let you do all the work, what kind of gentleman did that?

he moved you back, then plopped you back down. "keep hanging onto me," he'd move himself forward to match the pace. your arm slinked over his shoulder, your head falling back as well as your mouth.

"oh– yes, so perfect.." he kept that, kept that in his mind. you said he was perfect. the water beneath your actions splashed, making the claps and skin slaps much more dramatic and your bodies overly wet. his head ducked beneath your chin, biting and slurping kisses dramatically at your neck and collar bone.

"you feel so good,"

"don't stop,"

"i need you."

he stopped, his eyes coming to meet yours. both of your breaths are heavy, mingling as your lips got closer and closer.

he'd flopped you over, having your fingers clutch the grass at the edge of the pond. he could do this forever..he would do this forever, because who would ever want to leave this? leave you.

[notarmedandnotdangerous]

hi,, if u want to write it ofc, would love to see camboy reader absolutely destroying bucky by riding him. love your writing btw keep it up !!

HELL YEAH! i love this 🙏 thank youu for the req. and thank youu im glad u enjoy my writing :)

+18 mdni! faceless desire; a fic where bucky finds out about reader's little secret

cw: power bottom!reader, service top!bucky, cocky!bucky, dumbification, use of toys (plug), use of 'babydoll', use of shitty usernames, stream chat, and shitty usernames mentioned, voyeurism (?), overstimulation, riding, anal sex (reader r!), bucky has a degradation, and humiliation kink, cum eating, bucky passes out from overstimulation

word count: >4.4k

!! @swiftie-fault @ordelixx

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

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the camera clicked on in soft lighting, your bed was framed perfectly, the angle of the camera low, just enough to hide your faces. you were already on screen, lounging like a fucking temptress.

“good evening, i hope everyone’s been doing well.” you leaned forwards, reading out the comments.

user 1:

‘so.. any special surprises for us tonight?’

“hm, maybe.” you shrugged.

user 2:

‘OH MY GOD’

user 3:

‘RETURN OF BANDAGE GUY??’

“alright alright, since you’re so eager to know.”’ you tilted the camera, revealing bucky sitting nearby.

user 4:

‘we’ve been waiting FOREVER.’

“back by popular demand.” he walked over to sit next to you on the bed.

“oh they wanted you back alright. feels like they love you more than they love me.” you chuckled, then leaned closer to the camera. “but you wouldn’t do that to me, would you? no way.”

user 5:

‘such a tease’

user 6:

‘we love you both equally!!!!’

user 7:

‘is that jealousy??’

“me? jealous? never. i know what belongs to me, and i’m sure he knows it too, don’t you, baby?”

“no one else gets to have you the way that i do.” he spoke, leaning forward to kiss at your neck while he reads the comments with you.

“you’re all talk now, just don’t forget what to say when i tease you, baby.”

“hey! i don’t forget what to say, i just.. uh..” bucky paused, looking away, before continuing. “i just think before i speak.”

“sure, definitely didn’t buffer just now.”

user 8:

‘they’re so cute when they mess up on live.’

user 9:

‘bandage guy!! do u think u can outlast charmeur?’

“outlast..? oh yeah, i definitely could.” he huffed with confidence.

“you really think that..?” you tilted your head at him.

“definitely. i’m the giver, i’m the one in control here. you’ll be the one needing a break before i’m even warmed up.” bucky smirked.

“you’re saying as if you know what you’re up against. just because i’m receiving doesn’t mean i’m not running the show.”

“running the show? don’t make me laugh. i’ve got stamina for days, babydoll.” he mouthed at your neck once more. he laid back against the pillows, arms folded behind his head. he even grinned when you climbed into his lap, hands braced on his chest.

user 10:

‘the cocky energy is EVERYTHING to me’

user 11:

‘bandage guy is about to get humbled so bad..’

“okay, enough talk. why don’t you prove it?” you turned around, facing bucky now, then reached back, and pulled out the plug you had in beforehand. then you sank down, all at once. there was no prep, no warning, just the slick drag of your hole swallowing him.

user 13:

‘good GOD the way he sinks down like he’s done this a hundred times.’

user 14:

‘@user13: hundred? try hundreds.’

“fuck, look at you. could fuck you all night like this.” he sighed.

you didn’t say anything. you raised an eyebrow at him, and grinded down, just a deep, slow roll of your hips, like you knew exactly where his sensitivity was hiding.

“fuck.” his smugness shattered instantly. “shit, babydoll, you feel so- fuck, you going to move?”

you exhaled slowly, rolled your hips, and began to ride. it wasn’t frantic, just deadly precise.

bucky’s hips jerked immediately, but you just lifted up, and slammed back down with brutal force.

“don’t move unless i tell you to.” you didn’t even pause to breathe, just started riding. there was no slow rhythm, no easing in. it was just a full, relentless bounce.

the first few thrusts were deep, slow, and punishing. your thighs flexed as your back arched. you fucked yourself on his cock like you were used to this.

that was the moment bucky realised something was wrong.

because you didn’t hesitate, didn’t grind, didn’t bounce slow, you rode. full body thrusts, power in every motion.

you circled your hips, and he choked.

“slow down, babydoll.. fuck-”

user 12:

‘oh he’s done for.’

“thought you were going to fuck me all night, huh?” you didn’t stop, just slammed back down, using his cock like a fucking toy, bouncing hard enough to make the bed creak, driving every single inch into yourself with brutal force. “you don’t even know what you’re in for.” you spoke, while your own cock slapped against your stomach, untouched.

bucky mewled as his smug smile started to falter.

“fucked me stupid last time, mmh, had the whole chat calling me yours.” your voice was sharp now, sweat beading on your skin as you slammed back down. “about time they see who really runs the show, don’t you think?”

bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, as his hands twitched, desperate to grab onto your waist, but you slapped his hands away.

“no touching. you last, if you can.” you winked at him, and it only made everything worse for him.

“you- fuck, you’re moving like.. uugh..” he groaned.

you stopped suddenly.

“what?” he blinked.

you reached into the drawer of your nightstand, then held the cock ring up between two fingers.

user13:

‘uh oh bandage guy is done for.’

“no. fuck, that’s not funny.” his eyes widened immediately.

you looked down at him.

“please, don’t.” his breath stuttered.

user14:

‘he looks so scared, lol’

“don’t? you know what it does.”

bucky nodded frantically, adam’s apple bobbing hard as he swallowed.

“that’s exactly why.. i can’t take it.. not- fuck, not tonight, not if you do that, please.”

your hand trailed down his chest. you didn’t speak, just waited.

and he broke.

“please, just don’t use that..” he whispered, voice cracking. “you can gag me, fuck, i’ll even let you use the muzzle- just please, not this..”

user15:

‘not the muzzle OMGG he’s so gone’

user16:

‘THIS.’

“you’d rather be gagged than have this used on you?”

bucky nodded.

user17:

‘oh he’s DONE LMAO’

user18:

‘the way my legs went NUMB.’

“yeah, well.. i’m too stubborn to quit early.. but, please, anything except for that. i’ll be good, i-i promise. i’ll take everything you give me, please, babydoll.”

“it makes you sensitive, makes you last longer, cum harder, and you know i like that.” you spoke, running a finger down his sternum.

“please, don’t make me, i-i won’t survive it.. i’ll actually pass the fuck out!”

“you’re already dripping, look at this weepy cock, hm?”

“no- no, i won’t last, i’ll break, please don’t.. ”

“you’re scared because you know exactly what it does to you. that’s why you don’t want it.”

“i’m.. scared that it’ll break me. but this doesn’t mean i’m giving up- i’m going to still make you work for every damn second, even if i’m begging..”

you fidgeted with the cock ring.

“please, i don’t want that, please.. i’ll cum when you say.. i swear!”

“too bad then.” you slipped the ring on him. “you’re going to wear this now.”

the slight pressure sent a fresh wave of heat, and tension through bucky.

“wa- wait, fuck, i-i’m close..”

“yeah, exactly. you’re not going to be able to stop me now.”

the moment the ring was snug around his base, he let out the most wrecked sound.

you just climbed back on, lined him up with your entrance, and dropped.

bucky fucking screamed.

“i’m going to- fuck, i’m going to lose it..” he bit his lip, a shaky sound escaping him.

you braced yourself, pressing your hands to his chest, and rode hard. your moans were low, satisfied. you weren’t being fucked, you were using him to get yourself off, and he fucking loved it.

bucky was sweating profusely. he looked up at you, glassy-eyed.

“please, fuck- please, let me- mmh! l-let me cum-”

you leaned forward again.

“you should’ve known better. i let you fuck me last time. this time, you’re mine.” you practically growled into his ear. “they’re paying to watch me ride, so you’re going to sit there, and take it until they say stop.”

bucky tried to match your rhythm, tried to thrust, tried to participate by lifting his hips, but you slammed back down, and he let out a near pornographic moan.

“no. you don’t move. you take it.” you spoke, while dragging your nails up his chest. your back arches, letting the whole stream witness the motion of your body as you rode him to oblivion. you grabbed your phone, turning on the chat on your phone so you could see if the commenters had any requests.

user 15 (tipped $25!):

grab his throat, tell him he’s lucky to be used.

you did as you were told, who were you to deny them?

“you’re so lucky, you know that? lucky you get to have my hole, so fucking lucky to be used by me.” you whispered into his ear, all while your hand wrapped around his throat, and dragged him forward for a kiss.

user 19:

‘THE ANGLE. I CAN’T BREATHE.’

user 20:

‘is it possible to vote to ruin him twice? is that allowed?’

you laughed, breathy, and cruel.

“they want me to break you, baby. want to see how many times you can cum before you start crying.”

bucky’s chest rises, and falls rapidly now, low whimpers getting caught in his throat.

“look at you, all that talk, and now you’re fucking whining under me.” you panted, hips slamming down mercilessly. “what happened to all that confidence, hm?”

his hands clutched at the sheets. he was right there, cock red, and angry, balls drawn up tight, all ruined by the pressure of the ring. he could barely breathe, let alone think.

“y-you- fuck-” he gasped.

“oh no, don’t get shy now.” your voice was mocking. “where’d all that mouth go, hm?” you slowed your pace, not to give him relief, but to grind down deep, letting his cock brush against that spot inside of you, again, and again.

“please- i can’t!” his eyes rolled back.

“you can.” you leaned in closer. “you’re nothing but a fucking toy right now, a cock to sit on, and you fucking love it.”

bucky choked out a moan as his hips jerked helplessly.

“bet you thought i’d ride you all soft, and sweet, didn’t you?” you whispered, grinding down hard enough to make him scream. “look at you now, red-faced, fucking pathetic.” you bit into his neck, leaving a dark bruise there. “you’re not fucking me, i’m using you.”

“please, please- l-let me cum.. i’ll do anything y-you ask-”

“you don’t get to beg.” you said coldly. “your job is to lie there all pretty, and take it like the desperate little bitch that you are.”

user21:

‘you didn’t have to murder him live like this wtf’

user22:

‘i’ve never wanted to bottom in my life until this exact moment.’

bucky’s whole body arched up, mouth falling open, and moaning so loud it echoed. his cock twitched violently in the ring, pulsing without release.

you slowed down, and watched his face closely, flushed, trembling, lips parted with a soft, wrecked sound he probably didn’t even mean to make. his eyes rolled back like he was holding on by a thread.

then it hit you.

“oh, you like that.”

his breath hitched.

“no fucking way. you like being talked to like that? being called a desperate little bitch?”

he didn’t answer, but his hips twitched as he let out a soft, shameful whine.

“you’re just a dumb toy to be fucked on, aren’t you?”

bucky shuddered, and he whimpered, embarrassingly loudly, as if the words knocked the air right out of him.

“..holy shit. you’re actually into this.”

the chat went feral.

user23:

‘DID HE JUST MOAN AT THAT.’

user24:

‘that man is going to see god himself and it’s YOUR fault’

user25:

‘he liked that a little too much. ya’ll seeing the way his eyes fucking ROLLED??’

heat bloomed across bucky’s cheeks, spreading like a wildfire, all the way to his chest, and the tips of his ears. he turned his face away, jaw clenched, hands gripping the sheets, as if it could help him ground himself.

then he realised.

the chat.

he forgot for a second. he forgot you weren’t the only one watching.

his eyes snapped open, he looked absolutely mortified.

“oh my god.” he whispered, burying his face into his palms. “they heard that- fuck, they heard me-” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut as if he could disappear. his hips twitched again, his body betraying his mind.

“shit. you’re enjoying this.”

bucky’s thighs squeezed together instinctively, and he shook his head in denial as he let out another broken whine.

“oh baby,” you cooed, trailing a finger up his trembling stomach. “they’re watching you fall apart. you can’t even hide it anymore.”

the chat, of course, was unhinged as always.

user26:

‘I FUCKING KNEW IT.’

user27:

‘HUMILIATION KINK CONFIRMED’

user28:

‘atp he’s going to cum from the embarrassment alone istg’

user29:

‘ABSOLUTE CINEMA’

you leaned in, brushing your lips against his ear.

“look at you, trying so hard to pretend you’re not getting off on it, but you’re fucking shaking.”

bucky whimpered, his fists curling into the sheets, muscles tense as if he was holding back from breaking.

you cupped his jaw, and turned his attention towards the camera even as he tried, and failed to resist. the stream didn’t show his face, but his jaw, and mouth was visible.

“don’t hide now. they heard you, saw you, and they know exactly what you fucking are.”

he shook his head weakly, but his cock twitched inside you, still throbbing from the pressure of the ring around it.

“say it, tell them what you are.” you commanded, as if it wasn’t the most humiliating thing ever.

bucky hesitated, for a while, and you slowed down, letting him speak.

“i-i’m.. i’m nothing.. without.. mmh, without you.. just- uuh, your useless, needy fucktoy.”

user30:

‘HE SAID IT HE FUCKING SAID IT’

user31:

‘the way his voice cracked. he’s NOT okay’

user32:

‘HOW IS THIS REAL’

you leaned down again, speeding up.

“still holding on?” you murmured. “you look like you’re about to lose your mind.”

bucky whimpered, barely able to nod.

you dragged a single finger down his chest, and he gasped.

“okay, want to cum?”

“yes, b-babydoll- please, please-”

“you.. mmh.. you better say it right.”

“please- l-let me cum, i’ll be good, p-please..” his voice broke.

“then ask them.” you halted your movements.

“w-what..?” he blinked at you, dazed.

“the viewers, ask them if you can cum.”

bucky froze.

“they’ve watched you fall apart the entire time. might as well let them decide if you’ve earned it.”

“i can’t possibly-”

“it’s either you ask them, or i keep you like this all night.”

there was a long pause, so long that the viewers thought they were buffering.

finally, he turned his head towards the camera, the angle tilted just enough to show his puffy, bruised lips.

“please..?” he whispered. “can i.. cum? i need it.. been so good already..” he spoke in a whiny tone.

you glanced at the screen. the flood of comments was immediate, violent even.

user33 (tipped $20!):

‘let him fucking cum he’s shaking already!’

user34 (tipped $35!):

‘NO. edge him longer, he fucking loves it.’

user35 (tipped $50!):

‘please he’s been so good..’

user36 (tipped $100!):

‘keep him begging.’

bucky’s breath hitched as he watched the comments flood in, praying that someone would be merciful enough to donate enough to allow him to cum.

“you seeing this? they’re fighting over whether you deserve to cum.”

“please, guys?.. i need it- please, i’ll do anything.. swear on it..”

“hm, i don’t know. one side’s got a real strong case for denial.”

user37 (tipped $25!):

‘let him cum his thighs are twitching’

user38 (tipped $15!):

‘imagine how loud he’d be if you let him..’

user39 (donated $150!):

‘ok but what if he gets to cum just a little, and you ruin it halfway?’

you smirked upon seeing the $150 tip. then you rode him again.

bucky sobbed, eyes glassy, words slurred like he couldn’t even string simple sentences together.

“p-please.. i can’t- c-can’t even fucking think.. babydoll, please- l-let me..”

you could feel how close he was. his cock throbbed helplessly inside you, thanks to the help of the cock ring.

“fuck, fuck, baby.. i-i’m going to cum, please..”

“go on.” you leaned forward, dragging your nails down his chest. he was just about to cum, before your hand reached down between your bodies, found the base of his cock, and twisted the cock ring tighter.

instantly, bucky choked on a scream. his whole body tensed under you, back arching as his orgasm slammed into him. his cock throbbed once, twice, before it stopped. nothing came out. his eyes went wide, and he started bawling.

“no no no- fuck, you ruined it!” he sobbed, tears staining his rosy cheeks. “it hurts.. s-so bad.. mmh..”

user40:

‘his hips jerking so pathetically.. HE’S GONE’

user41:

‘that was SO fucking evil’

user42 (tipped $65!):

‘best ruin EVER’

you kept riding him, like nothing had happened.

and bucky? poor, wrecked bucky was losing his patience.

“you- you’re fucking evil..” he slurred, voice hoarse. “fucking bitch.. you think this.. is funny? you think it’s hot? making me- fuck, beg just to deny me anyway?”

“you didn’t beg, just cried.”

his eyes narrowed, lips curling.

“this isn’t cute.. fuck, think i’m just going to sit here, and take it like some pathetic-”

you clenched around him mid sentence, cutting him off.

bucky choked on his breath, head dropping back against the pillows.

“still got something to say?”

“yeah.. f-fuck you.. i should flip you over, make you b-beg.. fucking ruin you-”

another grind. slow, and deep.

“you were saying?”

his hips jerked upwards, trying to sit up, to grab your hips, and flip you over.

you only watched in amusement.

his arms gave out halfway. his entire body collapsed back into the mattress with a helpless whimper.

“fuck- fuck! i- i can’t.. i hate you..” he snapped.

user43:

‘he’s trying to be tough, so adorable.’

user44:

‘he’s SO MAD and so wrecked it’s perfect’

you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“you going to fight me, baby? hm? flip me over, and take what you want?”

bucky tried again, straining against you with shaking arms.

“shit- no.. fuck you-”

you reached down, and grabbed his face by the chin.

“look at you, all bark, and no bite. want to say that again, tough guy?”

“..fuck you.” he spat, but there wasn’t any hate behind it, just desperation. “you’re a fucking sadist..”

user45:

‘he’s going to cry again I JUST KNOW IT’

you started to ride him again, slow, and deep, letting him feel every inch as he whimpered under you.

“please- babydoll, i-i can’t do this.. please.. mmh..”

“that’s what i thought.” you whispered, sucking a mark into the side of his neck.

his breath caught, and his eyes rolled.

you finally leaned back, lifting your hips just enough to slip the cock ring off of him. and then you dropped your hips, hard, and he came, instantly.

“there we go, happy?”

he couldn’t even reply, just dazed from finally cumming.

“say thank you.” you cupped his face.

“t-thank.. mmh.. thank you.. so.. fucking much..”

bucky was a mess.

and you didn’t stop.

his face was red, and wet, vision blurry with tears. his orgasm had left him in shambles.

you kept rolling your hips, slowly, and relentlessly. you weren’t even touching him anywhere, just riding, using him like a toy.

“please.. not agai- aah.. n-not again..”

you tilted your head.

“not what again?”

“i came, babydoll- i fucking.. uugh.. gave it to you-”

you just smiled.

“mhm, i know, and you’re still hard. look at that.”

bucky whined, broken.

“no- no! please- please, i can’t.. do it again..”

user46:

‘how is he still hard.’

user47:

‘moral of the story, NEVER act tough with charmeur.’

he turned his head towards the camera again.

“p-please.. guys.. mmh, m-make him stop..” he begged, voice in an unusually high tone. “i c-came already.. you saw!.. mm, i’ll lose my fucking mind, please..”

you leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“you want them to help you? poor thing, they paid for this.”

bucky shook his head, chest heaving.

“please, please- i swear, fuck, stop- stop riding.. i’ll do anything- please, i can’t cum again-”

you rocked your hips again, long, and slow, pressing against the spot he felt it most.

user48 (tipped $250!):

‘let him cum, but make him say thank you to us.’

“just one more, baby, they want you to finish.”

bucky’s breath hitched, there was no way that he would ever want to disappoint the viewers.

“but, there’s one thing.”

“w-what?” he blinked up at you.

“you have to say thank you.”

he whimpered.

“look at you,” you whispered, still grinding down slow. “fuck.. i’m going to cum”

he moaned into his arm, hips jerking involuntarily with each roll of your hips.

“going cum.. again, babydoll.. i-i can’t.. so much..”

“you will.” you gave him a few bounces, and he was cumming again.

you finally came with a strangled groan a few minutes later, whining, and grinding down on him. you tried to lift yourself off, but his arms tightened around your waist.

bucky didn’t know how to stop. he had already came twice, and still he clung to you like he’d die without you.

“please, just- mmh, one more..”

you had meant to pull off, catch your breath, and soothe him back down. but the desperation in his voice ignited something within you.

“you want more? ..after all that?”

he nodded, eyes glassy with tears. he was a little drunk on the high, still trembling.

user49:

‘AFTER ALL THAT??’

user50:

‘this man has ZERO survival instincts’

user51:

‘his dumb little ‘please’ just took several years off my lifespan’

you didn’t say another word, just lined yourself up, and slammed back down.

bucky screamed. he arched hard into the mattress, arms tightening around your back, sucking, and licking marks into your skin just to ground himself.

“mmph- fuck, fuck!” he sobbed while you rode him mercilessly.

the rhythm wasn’t gentle, it was brutal, and precise. your thighs flexed with every bounce, hands pressing against him like he was just a mount.

“you wanted this, fuck. you begged for it, so take it.”

bucky moaned into your neck, incoherent now. his hands clawed at your back, fingernails dragging down, and leaving red marks on your skin.

“i-i can’t, fuck.. mmh..”

“shh, you can. you’re crying for it.”

he was. his cheeks were wet, stained with tears. he was leaking, his cock had practically nothing left to give, just drooling pre-cum helplessly.

“don’t forget to thank them.”

he started to ramble.

“t-thank you.. so.. much for.. being here, ugh.. i-i’m so grateful, i’m.. so sorry.. fuck. thank you.. for putting u-up with me.. being such a fucking mess..” he whined. ‘i-i’m.. so full.. of thanks.. mmh, thank you..’

user52:

‘I’M GOING TO THROW MY PHONE’

user53:

‘this is better than therapy’

user54:

‘so so so good’

user55:

‘i’m going to knit him a sweater or something istg i feel emotionally responsible now’

user56:

‘this MIGHT be the best stream of all time’

you kept riding him until you came with a whimper, clenching so hard around him until he came as well.

bucky didn’t know who he was anymore, just sobbing into your shoulder, cock soft, but leaking from the multiple orgasms.

you weren’t even out of breath, just panting lightly, sweating.

user57:

‘HE’S CRYINGGG’

user58:

‘and he thought he was the dom’

user59:

‘i can only imagine the mess inside charmeur rn holy fuck’

“poor thing, you came so fucking hard you forgot how to speak, is that it?” you whispered. “you were so cocky earlier, saying you were going to fuck me dumb.”

bucky whimpered, he couldn’t speak, not when he was so fucked out. he couldn’t even look at you.

you slid off of his cock, letting his cum drip out of you as you sighed.

he saw it, and his whole body twitched. he tried his best to move, but all he could do was grab onto you.

you had expected him to collapse, instead, he pulled you towards him, flipping himself over on his stomach, while you laid against the pillows.

“l-let.. let me taste.. a little..

“that how you ask?”

“please..? been good..”

user60:

‘HE’S BEGGING TO EAT HIS OWN CUM OUT OF CHARMEUR’

user61:

‘YESSS BLESS’

and then his tongue was on you.

it was lazy, and sloppy. bucky moaned into you like it made him feel good. spit dribbled down his chin as his nose bumped against you every few seconds like he forgot where he was going. his movements were uncoordinated, like his body couldn’t keep up with how badly he wanted to taste you.

“lazier than usual.. you’re that wrecked?”

he hummed softly, the noise vibrating against your rim.

“know your place now, don’t you?”

user62:

‘i’ve never wanted to be degraded this bad in my life’

user63:

‘this man is GONE’

he moaned into you. his cock twitched helplessly, and he didn’t do anything about it, didn’t care.

“you’re not even awake anymore, just a dumb, whimpering mess.” you let him stay there, let him continue ‘cleaning’ you up, until his breath evened out, and he went still, face buried in between your legs.

he passed out.

in between your legs.

user64:

‘he PASSED OUT??’

user65:

‘came so hard he blacked out. fuck.’

you chuckled.

“he did so good, didn’t he?”

user66:

‘IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION?? YES??’

user67:

‘thank you for sharing him with us.’

“so quiet now.” you sighed. “but you all liked it better when he was sobbing, didn’t you?”

user68:

‘you made him sob, and say thank you. what do you expect from us.’

user69:

‘i came when he cried actually’

user70:

‘i’d pay to worship him’

“of course you would. you like him more than me.” you paused, grabbing the camera, and positioning it so that it got a view of bucky’s spit-shiny, and bruised lips. “you forget who’s toy he is.”

user71:

‘FUCK’

user72:

‘ok fine sorry sir’

user73:

‘i just came from your voice’

“he’s sleeping with me tonight. still drooling, still mine.”

click. you ended the stream.

[daxisyzz]

Warm hands, Cold heart (not anymore)

Pairings: boyfriend!bucky barnes × girlfriend!reader

Summary: The first time you held Bucky’s hand, it was cold. Not surprising, considering he was always out in the snow. The next time, it was warm. And that surprised him more than it did you.

Word count: 619

Tags: Reader insert, cozy Bucky, fluff, holding hands, Bucky says "I love you " for the first time.

A/n: this is low-key bad idk. Btw the gif. Yesssssss!

Winter in Brooklyn was brutal, but tonight was especially cruel. Snowflakes drifted lazily through the air, piling onto the sidewalks as you and Bucky walked side by side, boots crunching against fresh frost. The streetlights cast a golden glow on his features, highlighting the furrow between his brows. He was flexing his metal fingers again, a habit you’d noticed he did whenever he was deep in thought or uncomfortable.

“You okay?” you asked, nudging his shoulder lightly.

Bucky blinked, pulled from whatever thought had trapped him. He let out a breath, watching it puff into the night air like smoke.

“Yeah. Just feels… weird sometimes.” He lifted his vibranium hand slightly.

“Doesn’t really get cold, but it— I don’t know, aches, I guess.”

You didn’t think much before reaching over, slipping your gloved fingers into his flesh hand. His steps faltered for half a second, like you had just physically yanked him out of his own head. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t pull away.

“You’re warm,” he muttered, like the thought had never actually occurred to him before.

“Good,” you said, squeezing lightly.

“Maybe my superpower is keeping you from freezing.”

Bucky huffed a laugh, shaking his head. But he didn’t let go.

After that night, it became a habit. You’d walk together, your fingers automatically finding his, no hesitation. Sitting on the couch, his pinky would hook around yours, even if neither of you said a word about it. When you were both half-asleep, his hand would seek yours out under the covers, as if making sure you were still there.

It wasn’t until one particularly cold evening that you noticed something had changed. Bucky had come back from a mission, exhausted but in one piece, and the first thing he did was flop onto the couch beside you with a heavy sigh.

You barely had time to react before his arm curled around your waist, pulling you into his chest like you were his personal space heater.

“You’re ridiculously warm,” he mumbled against your hair, voice thick with exhaustion.

You grinned, reaching up to thread your fingers into his. “Good thing I have a cold-handed boyfriend to balance me out.” He scoffed, but the way his fingers squeezed yours said something different.

“Not cold anymore,” he murmured, lips brushing against your forehead.

You tilted your head up to look at him, raising a playful brow. “Oh? And whose fault is that?”

Bucky smirked, shifting so that he was half on top of you and you under him, his full weight making you squeak.

“Yours,” he muttered, his breath warm against your skin.

“You did this. Now you’re stuck with me.” You laughed, trying half-heartedly to push him off, but he just buried his face in your shoulder, pressing a lingering kiss there.

“Not exactly a punishment,” you admitted, wrapping your arms around him.

Bucky hummed, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your sweater to press against your waist. His touch was warm. Not cold. Not aching. Just warm.

And then, softly—so softly you almost missed it—he whispered,

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched, your fingers tightening in his hair. He must’ve felt it, because he slowly pulled back, hesitant, as if afraid he’d just made a mistake. But you just smiled.

“You know,” you murmured, brushing a thumb over his cheek, “I love you too.”

Bucky let out a breath that almost sounded like relief, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Good," he said, lips curving into a small, content smile.

"Then I guess you're really stuck with me now."

And that night he stayed that way, wrapped around you, perfectly content. Because Bucky Barnes didn’t have cold hands anymore. Not when you were there to hold them.

[arlestial]

❝lavender haze❞

synopsis : Rin begged Ego to let you assist to one of his training games. But he wasn’t quite fond of your interactions with a certain player..

pairing : Rin Itoshi x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : A mix of fluff and comfort, with the slightest bit of angst (jealousy themes, possessiveness)

word count : 2700~ words

author-note : Hi !!! It's been so long, I missed writing so much... I finally passed my final exams, and I'm now in vacations; I’m going to Austria today. My blog is like- a blue lock obsession at this point lmao but ngl i like it that way. Btw, I’ve seen the movie and I'm just plain disappointed ? It was short asf, and the animation... well, we don't wanna talk about it. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :) sorry if it’s bad btw !! Anyway, take care of yourself ♡

A rare, smug smile appeared on RIN ITOSHI’s lips; a smile that immediately triggered his teammates, who looked at each other, dumbfounded. They weren’t used to observe him with such an expression written on his usual stern features; as soon as he left the locker rooms, whispers emerged in the sweaty air, begging for an explanation.

"No way he did," Isagi contested with a frown and a disapproving tone, much to Bachira’s dismay.

"I’ve seen it with my eyes," The other retorqued, "Believe me. He smiled, dude. I’ve never seen him smile before."

"We’re gonna get fired from Blue Lock. I swear— he wouldn’t be happy if it wasn’t terrible. He’s a sadist."

"No worries, my dear Isagi. We’re going to elucidate this mystery together," Bachira replied with a proud smirk of his own; Isagi sighed at his friend’s antics.

"Maybe it’s personal."

"It’s never personal enough for us not to be nosy !" The dual-haired boy nearly gasped, "Our duo is unstoppable."

With more or less desire to intrude Rin’s life, Isagi joined Bachira into a rather quick — and disappointing — mission, to solve the mystery around the cold-hearted guy’s smile, a smile they had the chance to witness.

"Ah. Itoshi asked Ego to let his partner see the next training game. I didn’t know he would be this enthusiastic once Ego accepted."

Anri’s revelation should’ve been a relief for the two men — they wouldn’t be expelled of the program. Thus, Isagi had been surprised and confused when he noticed Bachira’s quiet attitude.

"Aren’t you supposed to be delighted you discovered the truth ?", The raven-haired boy asked, curious, as they walked in the corridor to join their rooms again.

"I didn’t even have time to feel the thrill of the investigation," the other whined.

"At least we know he has a partner. It’s… let’s just say it’s surprising someone like him could ever get someone."

"Someone like me ?"

The sudden third voice scared the two men off, and they jumped. Of course, it was Rin. Always there at the worst moment. Isagi gulped.

"H-Hey, I didn’t mean it like that—"

"What Isagi was trying to say, is that we’re not picturing you as the lovey-dovey type of guy, you know ? Not a good boyfriend or something."

If Isagi could facepalm right now, he would, "Thank you for your help, Bachira, it’s even worse now", he replied in a murmur.

"Who said I couldn’t be the "lovey-dovey type of guy" ?", Rin huffed in his usual cold tone, "and a good boyfriend ?"

"Everyone," the two others responded at the same time. Rin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"So, y’all just sat down and talk about who could be a good partner or not ? That’s probably why you’re still fucking losers at soccer."

Bachira held Isagi back, amused by his eagerness to show Rin "who’s the real loser between them". Rin walked away confidently, and above all, enlivened by Ego’s answer. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it, the butterflies already flying eagerly in his stomach in anticipation.

RIN ITOSHI’s belly butterflies died in an instant. It wasn’t fair. At all. He had been longing for you since weeks now, months even; he negotiated with Ego for who-knows-long, trying to find a way to make you come to a training game of his — so that he wouldn’t have to search for you in a huge crowd of exasperating, futile, and bland people. And here he was, watching you from afar talking with Isagi Yoichi. He cursed under his breath. This dude had nothing to do with you. He was nothing compared to Rin; a mere guy, with limited soccer skills and knowledge and experience and — why were you talking with him anyway ? When he was right there, waiting for you. The training have haven't even started yet, and playing with Isagi left a bitter taste in his mouth. He threw a hard glare in your direction, which you immediately noticed; you waved at him with a smile, and it nearly made him melt. It would've if he wasn't this upset in the first place. Bachira called for Isagi, and the raven-haired boy returned to the field with a smile. If he could, Rin would definitely wipe the smile off this random guy's face.

RIN ITOSHI tried not to let this affect him. But the prominent and everlasting burning sensation in his chest clouded his mind, making him loose his focus each time his eyes would fall on either Isagi, or you. And god knows how much he had missed you, how he needed to touch you now, to feel your skin just against his — to kiss you endlessly, and his gaze softened by pure reflex as he noticed you were staring at him. He felt guilty, to entertain such hideous resentment towards you, while you were just there for him, as beautiful as the day he left you in your shared apartment to join Blue Lock again after his short break. Was he jealous? It couldn't be. Why would he be jealous of Isagi? He was better than him in everything. Atter 45 minutes, when they all got a short break from the match, Rin refused to say a word. He was always rather quiet - but now, it felt a bit weird. He just stared at Isagi with a cold gaze, and the other boy frowned. When they had to join the field again, Isagi stopped Rin, a hand laying on his shoulder.

"Hey, is everything okay? If it's about the score of earlier, I already said -"

"Look," Rin cut out quickly, his tone slowly shifting to an irritated one, "I don't want to hear your fucking voice."

Isagi's brows were now even more furrowed in confusion,

"What the.. I did nothing bad, dude. If you're upset, that's not my problem. Deal with your childish feelings alone, I don't know."

Childish feelings ? It was deeper than that. Much to Rin's own surprise, he grabbed Isagi's collar, dragging him closer with a menacing look. He didn't know, did he ? How much Rin loved you, how much he required your whole attention. Maybe it was childish indeed, selfish even, to desire to be your whole world. The only one you would ever think about. If he could make you his forever, he would; and at the same time, you had every right to talk to other people, be friends with anyone, you were free after all. But that wouldn’t rub out the aching feeling in his heart, seeing you smile with someone else, having a good time with someone who wasn’t him. Maybe because in the very end, he was scared of losing you. Of you, finally realizing you deserved far better than what he could give you. He was distant, sometimes. He hurt you too much, argued with you on futile things, left for Blue Lock for months, he was a huge mess, and still, you wanted him. It was a mystery for Rin, but he wouldn’t ever complain. He was too engrossed in your love and affection, and somehow, even if he knew it was fundamentally wrong, he’d never wish for you to realize what you truly deserved. Because it wasn’t him. And he couldn’t bare to see you enjoying your life with someone else other than him.

"I’m going to end your pathetic and meaningless existence so quickly you won’t have time to take another breath," Rin spat sharply, "I’ll politely advice you not to approach them ever again — don’t want your disgusting germs to infect them, understood ?"

With these words, Rin yanked him away and joined the field, leaving a widened-eyed Isagi behind him. As soon as the game ended, the whole Blue Lock team began gathering their water bottles, heading to the locker rooms. Rin stayed behind, since he wanted to spend some time with you before your departure. When you both were finally alone, you walked down the stairs, and Rin immediately engulfed you in his arms. One hand was grabbing your side, the other resting on the back of your head, pulling you close. He sighed, inhaling your familiar perfume — it was his favorite, the one he gifted you recently — and pressed a delicate kiss to the crown of your head.

"I missed you so much," He declared, or more precisely, complained, and you chuckled, embracing him just as tightly.

"And I missed you even more," you responded, loosening your embrace to look at him. He could die for this fond look in the depths of your irises. You didn’t have to ask; his hands reached for your cheeks, tilting your head backwards to kiss you gently, yet, eagerly, a pleading for your tenderness. You kissed him back, amused by his move. He was usually the reserved type, especially in public — even if the whole stadium was empty now. Your lips parted to welcome his tongue inside, deepening the kiss even more, a slow dance mimicking his need for you. He kissed your forehead softly when you two broke away from one another.

"What happened earlier ? With Isagi. I thought you were gonna fight."

The question tensed him. Of course you had to bring it up. He stroked your cheek delicately, as if you’d shatter if he wasn’t careful enough.

"Nothing, love, don’t worry. I was just—"

"He told me about it, Rin."

You cut him, and he winced. Ah. That was a problem. He swore he discerned a tint of disappointment in your eyes, but it faded away too rapidly for him to search for it again.

"I thought we said no lies between us."

"I know, darling", he could only mutter. You gently took his wrists, then his hands, intertwining your fingers together.

"Am I not reassuring you enough, Rin ? I won’t ever leave you. Especially not for a guy I just met. You know that."

"More than enough," the memory of your smile and laugh when Isagi cracked a joke made him sigh, "it’s hard to believe sometimes. That’s all."

You nodded; with his lack of self-esteem, how was he supposed to believe you, anyway ? It was a constant fight against the insecurities crawling in the pit of his soul, however, you would never let them win. He suffered enough alone, now that you were there with him, you’d be in the frontlines.

"But it’s still true. I’m lucky to have you, Rin. Maybe one day you’d finally recognize that."

At this moment, he wanted to tell you he was lucky to have you, but he didn’t dare, especially not when he saw you reaching for him again, your arms around his neck. He let himself drown in your arms and comfort, soothed by your heartbeat — at this very precise instant, he swore his heart was beating for you. And if you wanted it on a silver plate, he’d gladly do so.

"I’m sure his joke wasn’t even that funny."

You chuckled, "maybe not better than yours, I must admit."

Not far away, two boys were spying on the scene; their investigation had been more successful than what they ever hoped for, "maybe he’s not that bad, after all."

"I thought he was going to choke me to death."

"Oh, he could."

RIN ITOSHI was a possessive man. Somewhere, he wanted you to rely on him, and him only — to be the only source of your happiness. He never had something to call his; you were the first. And he fully intended you to be the last.

[evanpetersmybf]

Be mine?

Tate Langdon x female!reader

Summary: Meeting you was his destiny. He had to make you his so he could feel alive... It was meant to be.

Genre: Smut.

Word count: 3,172

Warnings: Virgin and inexperienced reader, mentions of bullying, self-harm (just once and is nothing detailed), obsessive and stalkish behavior, swearing, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected p in v and cumshot.

A/N: English isn't my first language and this is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it sucks or if I have grammatical mistakes or something TT. Btw, also sorry if Tate's out of character. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ཐི ♡ ཋྀ

Tate had another bad day. It was the usual. Bullying, failed tests, the teacher humiliating him after he couldn’t solve a simple equation on the chalkboard, his mother scolding him. Nothing seemed new, and it seemed that nothing wasn’t going to change at any point.

He needed something, a reason to live, something to make him feel alive. Because he was dead. Dead in life, which in his own opinion, was even worse than being a rotten corpse.

He headed to the music store after secretly stealing some of his mom’s money, just a few bucks; the enough amount to buy a vinyl or some CD’s. Tate was sort of a music elitist, always believing that the artists nowadays just created pure, hollow, and trashy songs. In fact, he didn’t believe those could even be considered music.

Walking around the nearly empty store, rummaging through the shelves filled with Nirvana vinyl’s, someone bumped into him.

“Oh, sorry.” You spoke, after accidentally taking too many steps back and bumping into Tate’s behinds.

He frowned, somewhat annoyed at you for disturbing his moment of peace. The blonde turned around to look at who it was, scanning your body from head to toe, taking note of your appearance. Then, his dark eyes drifted to the sign that was on top the shelf, which indicated the musical genre of the records that were on that rack. Alternative pop. His gaze went to the album you were hugging to yourself.

“Cry Baby? What type of crap is that?”

“Huh, excuse me?”

“Never mind, you won’t understand.” Tate talked in such a volatile and rude manner, already feeling superior because of his likes.

You arched an eyebrow. What was his problem? You did nothing to him and yet he was here, judging your amazing music taste.

“Well, people’s free to like whatever they want to, hmm?”

“Uh, yeah, but what’s the point of that if everything is so generic?”

“Have you ever listened to Melanie Martinez at least once?”

He shook his head no, still scowling, now fidgeting with a ring that was on one of his fingers.

“Have you listened to Nirvana?”

“Just like… Two songs?”

“Don’t tell me. Smells Like Teen Spirit?”

“Guilty.”

Tate rolled his eyes. What was going on with this generation? What happened to good music, to the greatest artists? Why was everyone just listening to trash?

After sharing your names and a few more words, debating about who was right and who wasn’t, you placed one of your hands over his right shoulder, as an attempt to stop his rant of how superior he was. And indeed, it worked. The teen stopped venting and stared at you, all confused and a bit uncomfortable. You noticed it and quickly stepped back, apologizing for touching him without permission. He told you it was okay, that you just surprised him. But deep down, that simple yet complex touch meant a lot to Tate, even if it was absolutely nothing to you.

For the first time he felt something more than sorrow.

“So… What do you think of this? I’ll make you listen to some songs by Melanie and other artists, and I’ll listen to your beloved beautiful grunge music.” You said those last words in a mocking way.

Tate huffed, clearly offended by the way you referred to his taste. Nevertheless, in the end he agreed with you.

After paying the stuff you two picked, both of you went to Tate’s place. As you walked next to him, your fingers brushed his, making his cheeks turn a light shade of red and his heart flutter. He felt dizzy, not sure about what was going on.

In his house, he took you to his room. The boy didn’t want his mother to see you, otherwise she’d be too nosy and probably scare you and push you away from him, and that was the last thing he wanted.

“Get comfy.” He mused, extending his hand as if inviting you to take a seat wherever you feel to.

“Thanks.” You sat on the floor, using one of the sides of the bed as a support for your back. He did the same and sat right next to you.

He was nervous. So damn nervous and excited. He brought a pretty chick to his place. The Tate Langdon, the outcast, the bullied, that Tate Langdon was in the same room with a girl? He couldn’t believe it.

“Ladies first.” Tate pointed the record-player with his thumb, and you obeyed, placing the CD in it. The music started playing.

“We could’ve used Spotify, y’know?”

“Nah, I don’t like it. I prefer the old school.”

‘Cry Baby’ was the first track that was listened to.

He squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, analyzing the sounds, the melody, the harmony and of course the lyrics.

Although it wasn’t his style, you definitely were. The way you looked, talked, walked. How you stood up for your beliefs and didn’t allow him to step on you (even if you just discussed about music). It was new for him. He craved your independence. He craved you.

That was the very moment when he realized that you were the thing he was looking for all his life. You were the one who was meant to be his, he was meant to be yours. It was destiny. Tate truly believed it was some kind of divine prophecy, and he wasn’t going to let you go.

He was so immersed in his mind that he didn’t pay attention to the song anymore. He was solely focused on you, remembering how warm and kind your touch was, how sweet your voice was. ‘Oh, she’s mine’, he thought.

“So… That was the first track. Its name’s Cry Baby. Did you like it?”

Tate snapped out of it and bit his bottom lip. He didn’t listen to your question.

“I’m sorry, what did you?—”

“Did you like the song?”

“Ah, yeah yeah. It’s quite… Innovative. I’ve never heard something like that.”

You smiled and clapped your hands. “Of course! She’s such a genius. Let’s finish the album, hm?”

He just nodded, as a little smirk appeared on his face.

The days flew by, and Tate asked you out on many friendly dates. Or at least that’s what you thought because you were so oblivious at the fact that he had a fat crush on you.

With every hang out, you noticed that Tate was lonely. Like, really lonely. Maybe that’s why he was so clingy with you.

He told you about his family, about how annoying Constance was, about his siblings and about how his father left him behind. He also mentioned the bullying he suffered and almost talked about the self-harm but stopped himself.

Both of you grew closer, as his obsession.

Since you went to a different school, he would skip class and infiltrate your campus just to see you. He couldn’t stand being away from you. And if he did, his mind was full of you, thinking of you all day, unable to focus on his homework and tests. Tate didn’t care anymore if he failed subjects, as long as you were next to him, he was happy and alive.

The void he once felt, was now fulfilled with your mere presence. You could step on him, and he would thank you. In his twisted little mind, you were free to have everything of him.

He was willing to do anything to keep you by his side. The thought of losing was so terrifying that it would make him throw up.

Tate learned every single detail about you. Your mannerisms, your likes and dislikes, your dreams, and your fears. Everything. And that includes your schedule since you wake up, and since you go to sleep.

That was his definition of love. No one ever taught him about how to express it, and he ended up being the way he was with you.

One day he invited you over to his place. The Langdon's house was empty, and he was going to take advantage of it. No doubt.

“Your mom isn’t home?” You questioned as you followed him behind, going upstairs straight to his bedroom. Little did you know this wasn’t going to be another afternoon of playing board games while listening to some music.

“Nah, dunno where she went but she won’t be back any time soon.” He shrugged and let you inside of his private space,

You went to lay down on bed, feeling relief in your aching back after a long day at school. “Damn, I need some rest!”

Tate chuckled softly and sat on the edge, looking at you as you closed your eyes and tried to relax. He was focused on your steady and calm breathing, on how your breasts went up and down with every inhalation and exhalation. His eyes stared at your lips, at how kissable they looked. He felt a sudden desire, the intense urge to make you his. Feeling conflicted, he shook his head and tried to distract himself, pretending to ignore how aroused he was getting.

He wasn’t going to say it out loud, but of course he already had some wet dreams of you. He imagined you beneath him, your precious body shivering and responding to his touch, to his kisses. Your cunt wet and ready for him, just how he wanted to.

“Y/N…” Tate cooed, unable to hold back any longer.

“Yeah?” You opened one of your eyes and spotted him, sitting on the bed with his fists clenched over his thighs, while his breathing looked kinda rapid. “You ‘kay?”

“No.”

“Uh? What’s wrong?” You reincorporated and sat straight beside his warm figure. Your right hand touched his left, rubbing it up and down with your thumb.

Tate shoved you to the bed, pinning your arms above your head and holding them tight.

His breathing pattern was no longer normal. It was a heavy one.

His dark brown eyes locked with yours. Your orbs were wide, not understanding what the hell was going on. Or maybe you did but were in denial.

“Please. I want you.” He purred, seeing you with puppy eyes, the ones he knew you couldn’t resist.

“Hahah, you funny.”

He let out a frustrated whine, almost begging on his knees for you to get the hint.

“I’m not kidding. Pretty please. I need you.”

“Do you mean…?” You raised your head a few centimeters to look at his crotch in order to confirm your suspicions. Your cheeks had a cute blush as soon as you noticed Tate’s erection restrained by his jeans. It looked painful, and it actually was.

“Yes. I want to. Please, I truly need it. Please, please, please?” His voice was shaky and low, a needy desperate whisper. “Can I?”

This wasn’t what you expected for today. You saw Tate as a best friend, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome… And that he already provoked butterflies in your stomach before.

Hesitantly, you gave a shy nod with your head, giving him consent to continue. “But Tate… I’ve never done this before, I dunno what to do, I—” You trailed off, being cut off mid-sentence when Tate placed his lips over yours. The kiss was slow and tender, not rough at all. Your bottom lip was between his, as he nibbled it with extreme care to not hurt you.

After some seconds, he pulled apart and led his hand towards the side of your face, brushing some hairs away. “Don’t ya worry, princess. Leave it all to me, hm? I’ll be gentle. Unless you don’t want me to.” With that being said, he leaned into your neck, pressing his mouth on your sensitive flesh. He left sweet kisses, making you hum as you melted under him.

His lips continued to tease your skin, leaving some little bites between every kiss, trailing down to your collarbone. Tate stopped there and helped you get rid of your blouse, tossing it aside and continued his journey, this time kissing your sternum while his right hand cupped one of your breasts, kneading it gently over the fabric of your bra. He pulled down the straps and took off the piece of lingerie, setting your tits free.

The cold air hit you and your nipples perked up, looking ravishing and making him desire you even more.

He introduced one of the hardened buds into his warm mouth, sucking it greedily and making lewd wet sounds as he did so. His left rubbed the other nipple in circles, taking it with his thumb and index, pulling it and pinching it.

“Hmph… Huh…” You let out soft whimpers, slightly arching your back meanwhile he abused your breasts.

Tate stopped after some minutes, letting go of your nipple and looking at you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to the side. He approached your ear and whispered, “You like this?”

“Yes…” You begged. Your voice was already ragged and shaky.

Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, rubbing them as a pathetic try to feel some relief. Tate realized it and spread your legs with one of his hands. He took his digits right to your clothed pussy, eagerly rubbing the spot where your clit was.

“Someone’s already wet? Cute.” He giggled and took off his striped sweater, throwing it away. He positioned himself between your limbs and pulled down your pants, mesmerized as he saw your damp panties. Tate continued rubbing your bundle of nerves over the fabric of your underwear, still fascinated at how humid you were.

This was the moment he had been waiting for the past weeks. He wasn’t going to need to jerk off to your photos anymore, because now he would be able to jerk off to your tits in person.

Tate removed the last barrier that was stopping him from touching your womanhood directly. He pulled them down to your ankles and you helped him to get rid of it by shaking your feet.

He got closer to your cunt and placed your legs over his shoulder, spreading your folds with two of his large digits, blowing some air at the sensitive meat. Finally, he started sucking on your swollen clitoris, enjoying the feeling of your dampness against his face.

“Mmh…” He moaned, still toying with the nub. You grabbed him by the hair, not thinking about what you were doing. You just let yourself go and pulled him closer to your pussy, wanting to feel more. Your body twitched, unconsciously bucking your hips against his mouth that was currently making slurping sounds.

His attention changed and was now on your slit, teasing just the entrance with his hot tongue, while his nose rubbed against your clit. He lapped your pretty cunt, savoring your juices as if they were a delicacy.

Looking at your adorable face contorting in pleasure, he introduced his ring finger into your wet, tight hole. It was a slow and kind movement because the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. He slipped it deeper, pumping it in and out with care, increasing speed after a few seconds once he saw you comfortable. “Tell me if it hurts…”

“Mhm… It feels nice. Huh…” Your melodic whimpers and moans were just too much for him. He could listen to you for the rest of his days and never get tired of you.

Without further ado, he introduced his middle finger, now finger-fucking you with two. Tate’s thumb was also working wonders on your lil’ bundle of nerves in circular motion.

She was clenching around Tate’s large fingers, that he curled inside of her, hitting the right spot to make you squirm and feel a new and foreign sensation in your lower belly.

“Fuck it, I can’t wait anymore.”

He undid his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, quickly getting rid of them and letting them fall to the wooden floor.

You just stared in awe; it was the first time you saw one in real life.

Tate grabbed his hardened cock and stroked it a few times on top of you, finding amusing your silly reaction. The reddish tip was glistening with pre-cum, which he used as lube. He spat at your pussy and rubbed his slick saliva with two digits, before finally thrusting his dick.

He did it slowly, beginning with the head. Eventually, he pushed his entire length, hitting your cervix and stretching you out for the first time.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Even if he was taking the lead, he was a whiny mess, vocal and loud.

He continued pounding into you, his gaze never leaving your face. Tate loved how you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and how your little mouth was letting out such nasty sounds.

The room was filled with slapping and wet sounds, created by his skin slapping against yours, his balls always hitting you with every stab. Again, he placed your legs on his wide shoulders to have a better angle and pump into you deeper than before.

His big veiny hands were roaming all over your body, specifically your breasts. Within minutes, he developed an addiction to them. Probably because of his mommy issues? He grabbed them roughly, tweaking both of your nipples as he fucked you mercilessly.

Tate lolled his head as he felt your hole gripping him tight. Very tight.

He increased the pace and moaned your name, begging you to squeeze him tighter.

“Oh, please, please, please!” The blonde kept whining. He left one of his hands taking care of your nipples, while the other went back to torture your clit. He stroked it in circles, and then up and down, applying the enough amount of pressure to make you beg for more.

“Tate, I feel like I’m—”

“It’s okay, let it go, mhm?”

You couldn’t hold yourself any longer and squirted all over him, coating his lower body with your warm fluids.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, gonna cum!” Tate pulled out from your cunt and pumped his cock with his hand finishing with a loud moan. His hot sticky white cum coated your breasts and abdomen, creating an incredible sight that he always imagined.

All spent, Tate threw himself next to you on the bed, pulling a blanket to cover both of you as he filled your pretty face in candy pecks.

“Did it hurt? First time usually does.” He looked at you, concerned for your wellbeing. “I was too rough?”

You laughed and shook your head no, caressing his messy locks with your fingers, tenderly scratching his scalp. “Don’t worry, I’m fine, really.”

Tate smiled at you and kissed you on the lips, “You’re so pretty, Y/N.”

You hugged him from behind, him being the little spoon this time. Your mind was going wild; you were still processing what happened and was about to drift to sleep when he whispered.

“Y/N…?”

“Mh, what is it, Tate?”

“I love you… Please be mine?”

[cybrasigilism]

I would die if you wrote an nsfw fic about Namgyu x reader 😭😭😭 like what if he’s your toxic ex or you guys just hate each other and it grows into an attraction… I love your writing so much btw!!

IFHY (Player 124/Nam-gyu x Reader)

warnings: smut of course, i mean have you seen my page? | not proofread | lowercase intended | unknown identities | nam-gyu’s a dick | unprotected sex (the pullout method is not reliable ladies and gentlemen) | fingering | degradation | rough sex | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions for the character are different from yours

character: nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: there needs to be a larger selection of GIFs for 124 man, i can’t find any ones of him NOT being in the background its unfortunate. hope y’all enjoy as always, i found this one sort of challenging to write, it’s definitely out of my comfort zone but i still had fun!

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, readers discretion is advised

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toleration.

that was the one thing keeping you going in these new, uncertain circumstances of yours. as long as you laid low, didn’t complain, and simply tolerated your new life then maybe, things wouldn’t be so bad.

that seems easy, except for the fact that there was one thing, rather one person, you just could not tolerate. and that was player 124.

sure, the crowd he stuck to was overall quite obnoxious, but for some reason 124 in particular really got under your skin. first off, you didn’t like how he and his purple-haired crackhead friend would always pick on that player 333. sure, he may have scammed lots of people out of their money, but surely those idiots had bigger things to focus on over being petty nuisances.

secondly? the way he would stare at you with such hate for no good reason. you assumed it was probably due to the fact that you constantly voted X, even though you both knew it didn’t make much of a difference. it didn’t bother you that he hated you, seeing as the feeling was more than mutual, but you just wish he would focus his stare somewhere else.

and lastly, every single thing about him and his mannerisms just pissed. you. off. his whole smug demeanour really made you want to land a punch square between his eyes, but you figured he might actually be into that since he clearly had a death wish, seeing as how he always picked the O side of the vote. you were convinced that had it not been for his tweaker of a leader, he would have died a long time ago. to be honest, you wished he had.

that’s why, when he grabbed you by the sleeve and yanked you into a room for the mingle game, you were completely stunned. you would have figured 124 would have left you for dead, hell, you would have expected him to purposely knock you to the ground. maybe it was the adrenaline that made him grab you, maybe it was that he actually… wanted to save you? no, couldn’t have been.

unless..?

“what the hell did you do that for?” you asked, out of breath. he furrowed his brows, looking down on you with that usual stare. “well?” you continued, louder this time. he let out a chuckle before taking a glance out at all the unlucky players who couldn’t find groups.

“what’s so funny?” you questioned, steadying yourself against the wall. he looked back at you, with that shit eating smirk that you hated so much. “i just didn’t realize that you wanted to die that badly.” his response took you aback, a sour expression appearing on your face.

“oh, i suppose i should thank you for yanking me by the arm like that then?” you huffed, rolling your shoulder as you adjusted your sleeve. he approached you, and you suddenly felt the urge to swallow the saliva you just became alarmingly aware of. “you don’t have to thank me now..” he started, looking you up and down in such a way that made your cheeks grow warmer. “you can just pay me back later.”

just then, the doors unlocked, and player 124 was more than happy to swing it open and head back to his little group, not without looking back at you with a sly wink. you stayed stood in the room for a brief moment, still leaned against the wall, trying to process why your cheeks felt so hot all of a sudden.

oh god, you weren’t… catching feelings for 124, were you?

———

it was lights out when you started thinking about your guys’s brief mingle room interaction. you still couldn’t wrap your mind around what you were feeling, but now you found yourself squeezing your legs together as you thought more and more about player 124. you couldn’t believe this, you didn’t even know this assholes name, and now he’s got you all hot and bothered like this?

you knew what you had to do, and you were not proud of it.

after about 5 solid minutes of convincing the circle-masked guard to allow you access to the bathroom, you quickly secured yourself in a stall. “i can’t believe i’m actually doing this right now.” was all you could think as you pulled your pants around your knees, along with your underwear, and slid your hand between your thighs. you had hoped no one could hear as you began to moan softly, just as your thoughts spiralled about player 124, and the tension between you two in the little mingle room; how much you wished he would have taken you right there, inside that cramped space. you felt yourself approaching the edge when you heard something that made your heart stop.

his voice. his voice?

something inside you prayed to god that somehow your imagination had just been that good, but you heard him again, calling out your number from just beyond the stall door. you were too petrified to say, think, even do anything. but of course, he pulled the door open and there you were, hand between your thighs with the single most horrified expression painted on your face.

“wow, couldn’t even wait for me, huh?” he mocked, his gaze fixated between your legs. “what the fuck are you looking at, pervert?!” you whisper-shouted, so as to not alert the guards. he laughed, and you don’t know how or why but that did something to you, as if your fingers currently on your clit were helping matters at all.

“pervert? i’d say you’re the perverse one, seeing how you were just jacking off in the public bathrooms. are you that much of a slut that you can’t keep your hands outta your pants for more than a night?” his degrading was not easing things, matter of fact it was only turning you on, and you were sure he knew that. you started to pull your hand away, and he shut the two of you inside the confined stall.

“what do you think you’re doing?” 124 asked, now on his knees so you had to meet his gaze. “i was just-“ you started, before being quickly interrupted by him grabbing your now exposed hand. “stopping?” he finished your sentence for you, cocking his head to the side with the same wide eyed faux-curious expression you’re sure you’ve seen him give others in the games. “don’t you dare stop on my account.” you tried to avoid eye contact, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “i can’t do it.. not in front of you.” your response felt totally out of character for yourself, and 124 totally called bullshit then and there. “fine, then i guess i’ll just have to help you then won’t i?” his boldness shouldn’t have shocked you, and you don’t think it did. you barely had time to wrap your head around the fact that he now had slithered his own hand between your legs before-

“oh my god.” was drawn from your lips as he slid his fingers up your slick folds, brushing against your clit as he rubbed up and down your pussy. “holy shit, i’ve hardly done anything and you’re already soaked.” he exclaimed smuggly, earning an attempted glare from you. “oh please, don’t take all the credit.” you scoffed, using every bit of willpower you could muster to ensure you didn’t moan, god forbid. “i think i can,” he chuckled, continuing what would be the beginning of his assault on your nerves, “you know you got this fucking wet thinking of me.” when you least expected it, he pushed not one, but two fingers into your cunt. at this point you saw stars, feeling yourself clench around him so soon you felt as though you should be ashamed of yourself, but you didn’t care.

“shit, already so tight for me, huh?” you could tell through 124’s tone than he was totally turned on by this, by how horny he made you. “if i had known you’d be this easy, i would have done this a while ago.” normally you would be completely offended by his words, but when he started circling your clit with his thumb you really couldn’t bring yourself to mind at all. “p-please…i need to..” you could barely get your words out through your moans, you wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t understand you. “need ta’ cum, so bad-“

“oh yeah? you need it?” he taunted, only increasing his pace as he pumped his fingers knuckle-deep inside your throbbing pussy. “i don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” he stopped suddenly. you cried out at the abrupt loss of friction as he released his fingers from your firm grip. he took in the sight of how desperate you were as he lowered his pants, ordering you to free up your seat, to which you were shocked you could even stand at this point. “if you need to cum so bad, why don’t you show me that you deserve it.” he grabbed your arm and pulled you over to him. you couldn’t process what situation you were in just now. one minute you were convinced you hated the guy, and now your pussy was inches away from his dick? you can’t say you minded your predicament, you were just terribly shocked.

“why the hesitation? didn’t you say you needed to cum?” the return of the mocking tone was not lost on you, and you could feel yourself begin to shake. not out of fear, but out of pure anticipation. “i’m sorry, i just…” you began, before he grabbed you hips and pulled you down onto his lap, the both of you gasping at the abrupt feeling of pure ecstasy. “holy shit!” you cried out, gripping onto the walls of the stall as 124 began to bounce you on his cock. it’s almost as though he was setting the pace for what he wanted you to do, and you quickly caught on, sliding up and down his dick as his grip on your hips hardened.

“god you’re such a pathetic little whore,” he said through gritted teeth, slapping your ass while you rode him, earning a hearty moan from your lips. “oh, yeah? you like getting slapped like the little cockslut you are?” “y-es! oh fuck, oh fuck.” it was as if you were in a trance, telling him anything he wanted to hear. “yeah? imma need to hear you say it.” he teased, you could still feel him controlling your every move through the grasp he had on your hips. you tell him exactly what he wants. “i..i’m your..” you moan senselessly “your little cockslut-“

“fuck yeah, at least you know what you’re good for..” his words started to get a bit unsteady, maybe it was because of how tight you were clenching on him. “oh shit, are you close already?” he gasped, to which you responded something unintelligible. “fuck, i can barely understand you, babbling like a needy little whore.” you couldn’t take it, the way he made you feel was immeasurable to anything you’ve ever experienced. all you wanted in that moment was player 124, you never wanted him to stop pounding up into you with such tenacity.

with one final squeeze of your cunt, he held your hips down and a hot feeling quickly filled up your insides. a slew of profanities were expelled from his lips and you felt your whole body shake. as soon as your collective breathing steadied, he motioned you to get off his lap and he pulled his pants back up. you, however, could not possibly muster yourself to stand up at the moment, your legs still vibrating from the wild ride you just experienced.

“like i said,” he started, “if i had known you’d have been this easy.. woulda fucked you a lot sooner.” he turned and left the restroom, and you stayed slumped against the wall. now you could say one thing was for sure..

you definitely tolerated player 124.

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thanks so much for reading! i know it’s sort of different than what i usually write but i hope it’s satisfactory! as usual please, if you have any advice or constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing it’s greatly appreciated!

have a great day/night 💋

tags: @gabbystinks

[chrisbesitos]

insecurities.

You were on top of Chris, you and him were in a hard make out session. Your hands were rested on Chris' chest already out of breath, but you couldn't break the kiss. Kissing Chris was so good to stop.

But Chris broke the contact, he was breathing hard, but his lips touched your neck. Kissing and biting slowly, you was gasping by her kisses. Your nails scratching his naked chest, you could feel something grow against your ass. Biting your lower lip, you smiled swiping your hands through Chris' shoulders.

Chris tugged the bottom of your shirt, instantly you stopped and held his hands.

You and Chris have your intimacy, yes, but never more than handjobs or heads. You never felt ready and your insecurities make you feel scared of this, but you never told Chris.

Of course Chris stopped when you held his hands, he raised his head with his eyebrows frowned. He let your hands, Chris cup your cheeks making you look at him, because you were embarrassed to face him.

"What's wrong, princess? Did I make something wrong?" He asked, worried about his girlfriend. "Don't hide things from me, we already talked about this."

"I don't feel ready for. . . This." You pointed to your shirt, Chris raised his eyebrows understanding what you were saying. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, 'kay? We're not doing anything until you feel ready." He kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him. You rested your forehead on his chest and sighed.

"I wish I wasn't too insecure." You murmured, Chris gently pushed your shoulders and caressed your back.

"You don't need to feel insecure when you are with me, I love you the way you are." Chris smiled softly.

"I know, it's just. . . I'm not like the other girls."

"What do you mean with this? I don't care about–" You cut him.

"I know, I know." You let out a huf of air. "I don't have their bodies, you know what I mean. Big boobs, tiny waist and a flat belly."

"I don't care if you don't have a body like them. I love your small tits your waist and your cute belly." He tickled your belly, making you giggle. You held him hands to make he stop. Chris smiled. "I love your body and if you think I'll love you less because you don't have big boobs, you're wrong."

"You always say that I'm never wrong." You tease.

"Now you are!" He chuckled. "You let me see them?" He asked, you trust him with your life, so you nodded your head.

Chris tugged your shirt off gently, he put aside and looked at your tits. He smiled at your small boobs in your pink bra, Chris kissed the middle of them and then kissed your belly. He grabbed your waist and rested his head on your chest.

"Your body is so pretty, doll."

You smiled, resting your hands on his back. Chris was the first guy who ever said this and you love him for that. You tell Chris that you still don't feel ready to do it, but he doesn't care, he'll wait until you're ready.

"Just let me stay here, please, princess." He asked, wanting to stay with his head in your chest. You giggled and nodded your head.

After this, Chris wanted to sleep with his head on your chest every day.

i NEED him so bad 😭 btw i tried a new style of writing, but i'm not a big fan, it was just an attempt

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[nikiexe0]

Imagine the kids are mad at Bruce because he couldn't be a decent father (for them at least) and they say mean things to him and expressing their hate and Bruce is barely holding back his tears before swallowing. Then dick not being able to take it anymore got Carried away and punched Bruce while Bruce is there just accepting it.

The kids are too angry to even feel bad btw

Them heading out and exiting the manor, Bruce breathing harshly before collapsing in to a sobbing mess once they were gone.

———

A week passed, the kids avoiding Bruce and not meeting him except on patrol and that was also scarce. Then them getting called into an all hands on deck justice League mission

The mission were as usual - high-stakes action, life-threatening danger. Batman saw an alien aiming for Nightwing and did not even think before jumping in front of his son. Just as Bruce took the hit that pierced through his abdomen, they were hit by a spell zattana casted and was sent to the manor, but something was different. the place was cleaner and far more cold and Lifeless than any of them remembered.

they were barely able to think about that as they heard Bruce cough and the blood pooling beneath him, Bruce curling and trying to make himself smaller because he didn't want to upset his kids and make them hate him even more

Them hearing a clatter of a tray falling to the ground and seeing a man that's unmistakably alfred, far younger then they had ever seen him. Hair still without an ounce of white and hands steady without tremors.

In the moment they froze, a deep voice broke through, a middle aged man with a moustache was standing by the grand staircase, brows furrowed, he looked exactly like Bruce yet different, him asking with a booming voice

"who in the hell are you?"

The kids recognized him from the potraits on the manors hallway as Thomas Wayne, Bruce's father.

Ps: Thomas here is cold and stern btw :3

Thomas feeling anger and confusion as these strangers showed up in his house but deciding to push it back for now and focus on stabilizing Bruce, his voice Stern and cold with the precision of the surgeon he is

(He was a tad bit abusive and neglectful as a parent so he was mad at Bruce instinctively)

( i feel like the younger Bruce in here is still about 6 years old)

Them moving Bruce to a guest room and suddenly the sound of small footsteps could be heard, a young boy peeked his head outside the door, it was none other than Bruce himself, tho the kids didn't have time to look at him longer as Thomas snapped at the boy,

"what the hell are you doing here?! Scram before I make you, don't you know not to disturb when I'm busy?"

Little Bruce flinched hard as he apologized repeatedly and was pulled away by a woman who looked like martha, the woman chiding Thomas for his harsh words, saying they were un needed, Thomas just huffed and continued working on older Bruce.

The kids eyes widening as they saw what had just happened before them, the picture perfect image of Thomas Wayne as a loving and kind parent shattering right before their eyes

🧍‍♀️

Lemme know in the comments if you guys want a part 2👉👈

(Also I know I'm not creative since it's always Bruce had a fight with his kids then something bad happens but there's just too many ways to hurt him and idk..)

Edit: part 2 is posted ^^

Here!

[barcapix]

I’ve read your hector fort headcanons and I thought the canon with him being trained to take pictures of reader was really cute!!

Maybe a fic based around that? Thank you

✮ Digital Picturesque - Hector Fort

hector fort x fem!reader

sy: with nobody else available, but in desperate need, you suffice in letting your seriously inexperienced boyfriend snap pictures of you, who claims to be an expert.

a/n: IM FINALLY GETTING THROUGH THE REQS so thanks for ur patience ! (let’s ignore how this is a reupload btw)

warnings: noope.

“hector, no. you have to do it like this,” a sigh escaped your lips as you approached him, fixing his hands so he could hold the camera correctly. “and don't forget the right lighting.”

it was that time of year again—your annual spring beach shoot, a tradition as essential as the first mango sorbet of the season.

the sundress you wore, white and airy, clung to every curve of your body, as the soft tropical wind kissed your skin. the beach was alive with a harmony of the afternoon waves and distant laughter but right now, it was just you, a camera and your boyfriend who swore he knew what he was doing.

hector tilted his head, an easy smile grazing his lips. “you know it's impossible to get a bad picture of you.”

your boyfriend reached out, his palm resting on the lower part of your back to guide you closer to him, a laugh bubbling from your throat. “flattery isn't going to make you a better photographer, hector.”

“maybe not, but it doesn’t hurt.” he said with all seriousness, his hazel eyes catching the sunlight.

his fingers lingered for a second, tracing the edge of your dress where it cut out an oval on your back, just enough for you to feel the soft pressure.

you fought to keep your focus, nudging his arm lightly before stepping back into position. “just take the picture, would you?”

you stepped back onto the warm shoreline, your hands tangling up into your hair as the wind hit them, whilst your bare feet sunk into the damp sand.

the sunset turned the ocean into a molten gold backdrop—if only you prayed your self proclaimed expert photographer could capture it right.

but of course, hector was taking forever.

you shifted your gaze to him, just in time to catch him peeking over the lens—not even trying to hide the fact he was staring.

“what? do i have something on my face?” you lift up your hand, smearing it across your cheek.

“no just—” he shrugged, changing the focus.

hector pursed his lips into a thin line, like he wanted to say something else but instead lifted the camera again, adjusting the angle like you’d shown him. but you could still see the hesitation in his eyes. “what if i mess it up?”

“then i'll make you take a hundred more until you get it right,” you teased. “we’ve already tried it.”

he chuckled, finally snapping a few pictures. “i think that's just an excuse to spend more time with me.”

you scoffed, but the way your lips twitched betrayed you. “just show me the pictures, romeo.”

the brunette lowered the digital camera as you peered around his shoulder. your eyes scanned over the screen, scrolling through the shots. to your surprise, some were… worthy.

“okay, not terrible,” you admitted, tilting the camera slightly. “this one's actually kinda cute.”

the spaniard took great pride from your acknowledgment, as he turned his head around to you, with a small indignant grin. “see? told you it's impossible to get a bad picture of you.”

“you're so cheesy, you know? how did i let you come along with me?” you replied with flushed cheeks.

“but you’re the one still standing here,” he mused, his lips brushing the top of your head in a tender kiss. it was quick—almost like a habit—but it made your heart flutter nonetheless. “which means you secretly love it. but mostly me.”

you huffed, shoving the device back into his hands. “just don't mess up next time.”

“whatever you say, bonita.”

hector adjusted the shot again, taking his time—way too much time. he squinted at the screen like he was composing some masterpiece, his tongue peeking out in full concentration before finally pressing the shutter.

“you know, overthinking it won't magically make you better.” you pointed out and let your stance relax.

he glanced up with a cocky sneer. “oh, but natural talent will.”

you rolled your eyes. “bold of you to assume you have that.”

he ignored the insult, stepping closer and flipping the screen around. “alright, go ahead. tell me this one isn't perfect.”

you looked at the screen, tilting your head. okay, maybe it was decent. the angle wasn’t awful, the lighting was actually flattering and—fine—you didn’t look like you'd just rolled out of bed.

you hummed, pretending to consider. “it's… fine.”

hector scoffed, placing a hand on his chest like you’d just deeply offended him. “fine? this is art.”

you bit back a smile. “if by ‘art,’ you mean ‘passable at best,’ then sure.”

“your so stubborn,” he grinned, shaking his head, “you just don't wanna admit i'm getting good. better than berta, even.”

“when you do get good, i'll let you know,” you countered, taking the camera from him. “until then, we keep practicing.”

he let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his hair. “if i didn’t know any better, i'd think you just like bossing me around.”

“and if you were any smarter, you’d stop complaining and start paying attention.” you taunted, setting your hands on your hips for the next shot.

hector zoomed in further using the camera again, the faded sunlight painting him saffron as he aimed the lens.

“oh, don’t worry, amor,” he murmured, the smirk never leaving his lips. “i’m paying very, very close attention.”

[saeamy]

OCHAZUKE

platonic! itoshi rin x reader / sae x reader

summary ۫ ꣑ৎ rin is never really alone when you're here. content: fluff :3 itoshi brothers have a good relationship, reader is sae's gf and a sisterly figure to rin ^^ reader is same age as sae! wc: 769 a/n: i'm really busy with exams so i can't write much rn! but anyways i wish to make this into a small drabble series kinda :) there are no romantic feelings between rin and reader btw, entirely platonic x

rin could feel it. a sense of impending doom, lurking in the vicinity, close to him. 

he waits for a moment, and then he hears it. the familiar pattern of knocks on the door. his heart drops to his stomach when he gets up to open the door. rin finds you standing there, a plastic bag in your hand, the other hand still raised from knocking on the door.

“rin! it’s been a while!” 

it’s only been less than a week. you walk in and toe your shoes off, making your way to the kitchen like you lived in the place. 

how long has rin known you for now? 

before you and sae had officially started dating, which has been quite some time, you would often follow sae around while also treating rin like a little baby, despite you being the same age as sae.

and as you grew older and entered your relationship, you never stopped doting on rin. you’re frequently visiting the itoshi household, even though sae was away in spain most of the times, and you’d facetime him with rin excitedly talking about the things you did and how you both can’t wait for him to return (rin rarely spoke and never said how he couldn’t wait for sae to return).

rin had begrudgingly come to view you as a big sister figure, sometimes even motherly, but he wouldn’t say that out loud, never in a million years. rin sits down at the kitchen island, watching you unpack the plastic bag. “what are you doing?” 

you turn around to face him and smile. “i’m making some ochazuke with bream!”

and rin can’t help the way his face contorts into a little grimace. while ochazuke is his favourite dish, you weren’t the most… competent in the kitchen, yet he doesn’t have the heart to stop you, so he lets you be. 

it takes around 25 minutes for you to finish cooking, and rin straightens up once you put the hot bowl in front of him, and you sit down next to him with your own. you give him a little grin and start digging into your food. rin mutters a thank you, and starts eating as well. 

it wasn’t bad. rin has had far much tastier and better made ochazuke, however this one probably remains his favourite by far. the rice was a bit overcooked and you put too much tea, except there was something in it that no restaurant or professional chef could recreate. homey, full of comfort maybe?

rin is thankful he can maintain his stoic composure at the corny thoughts on his head. “you don’t know how to cook.” blunt and straight, just as always.

“yet you eat it everytime, rin.”

once you’re both finished, he helps you with the dishes, and then you settle in the living room. you sit on the couch and turn some random shitty thriller on the TV, and rin sits on the floor in front of you. 

“if it were earlier, we could have called sae, but it’s too late for him now, wouldn’t want to wake him from his beauty sleep. he’d get grouchy like you.” 

rin just scoffs. “i don’t get grouchy.”

“sure you don’t rin. sure you don’t.”

a beat of silence hangs in the air as the movie continues on the TV, even though none of you were really paying attention to it. 

“do you miss him?” “hm?” 

rin doesn’t turn around to face you, keeping his gaze attached to the screen. “do you miss sae?”

you sigh dramatically and ruffle his hair, messing up the dark silky strands. “what kind of question is that? of course i do. he left me to take care of you alllll alone… i feel like a military wife waiting for her husband with her son!” 

a smirk dons your face as you hear rin’s huffing and his futile attempt to fix his mussed hair. “do you miss him rin?” 

he stays quiet for a moment. realistically, he should feel lonely without sae. there's nobody good enough to play football with him. nobody who could understand his determination and the discipline he had towards his sport. but you did. you were no replacement for his brother. 

you were somebody else who was here for him despite being busy with your own work at university, despite also missing sae. just like his brother, you’ve become irreplaceable. rin is content he has someone here with him. he’s grateful you chose sae because rin really doesn't mind having you as a sister. 

“i do.”

rin misses sae, but he isn’t lonely.

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[gothgoblinbabe]

Babe, I’m Gonna Leave You

Chapter (2/2):

Logan Howlett x fem reader

A/N: I finally finished part 2 and this bitch is long as hell , I’m so sorry but I got real into it and I hope it’s as well received as the first part (thank u btw you guys are so sweet)

Warnings: smut, like really nasty gross freaky shit so minors dni, friends to lovers, swearing, unprotected sex (pls don’t do that), praise kink kind of, sub!Logan a lil’ bit and he absolutely has a pain kink, and the one bed trope yesssiirrrr

Word count: 6K (I told you she’s long asf)

Tags: @annagraceevanss

pt 1

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You followed close behind Logan as you made your way to your shared room. When he unlocked the door and you both stepped in, you dropped your bags to one side of the bed and took a second to look around the room.

“It’s not too bad in here. Surprisingly clean,” you commented, moving some of the bedding around to check for any critters.

“Yeah. How’s your bug check going?” Logan joked, putting down his bag. 

“All clear, looks fine to me,” you said, tucking the sheets back in and fixing the duvet.

You both got settled in silence for a minute before Logan spoke again, pulling articles of clothing out of his bag.

“I’m gonna take a shower, you wanna go first?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, trying to answer the question and not dwell on the idea that he’d be naked in the next room.

“Uh, it’s - that’s fine, you can go first,” you managed to stutter out, dropping your head to your hands when he slid into the bathroom and closed the door. He had to know something was up by now with how strange you felt you acted around him, always blushing and hiding your face and giggling like a little kid.

You heard the squeak of the shower knob and the running water beating against the tiles, only making your wandering thoughts worse. There had to be something in here to do other than think about your friend naked. 

Friend, right?

You huffed and stood from your spot sitting on the bed, picking up your bag from the floor and setting it where you had just been. You rifled through until you found sweatpants, underwear, socks, and…no shirt, because you’d forgotten to pack one. 

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, looking down at the one you were wearing now. It wasn’t that you couldn’t wear it to bed - it was just a cotton t-shirt - but you’d been wearing it all day and didn’t particularly want to sweat in it all night either.

You waited patiently for Logan to finish in the bathroom after that, sitting up against the headboard with a book in hand. You’d been so immersed in the pages in front of you and the unfamiliar but peaceful silence that you nearly jumped at the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Logan stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips, his still-wet hair dripping onto his shoulders and back. You knew he was very muscular, that had always been obvious, but this was the first time you’d actually seen him like that and you’d already pulled your book up to cover the quickly reddening lower half of your face. 

He’d caught you looking almost immediately, your eyes scanning all the way from his broad shoulders to the start of the white towel around him. You were really terrible at being subtle at this point. 

“What, like what you see, princess?” He teased, amused to see your eyes grow wide for a split second before you feigned annoyance.

“Yeah, right, you wish,” you rolled your eyes, pretending now to be completely invested in your book even though you weren’t able to read a single word since he’d walked out of the bathroom.

“Sometimes,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear, his back turned to you as he picked up his clothes.

You looked up for a moment, narrowing your eyes.

“Huh?”

“Hm?”

“Did you say something?”

He thought for a second, considering whether or not this was a moment to be truthful.

“Nope.”

So, no, it wasn’t.

With that, he made his way back into the bathroom to change and was out again in minutes.

“It’s all yours,” he gestured to the bathroom, settling himself down onto one side of the bed and locking his hands behind his head. He was wearing his normal white beater and a pair of gray sweatpants with the academy’s logo printed on it somewhere.  Jesus, you practically had to shut your eyes completely to look away from him. You’d never physically been that close before and it nearly drove you insane. 

“Mhm,” you finally hummed in response, much too overwhelmed with that fact that he was so close and smelled so good. 

You grabbed your clothes and went in, pulling the shower curtain back and turning the knob on the wall. You undressed, cleaned yourself up in the shower and stepped out, shivering from the contrast of the warm water and the cool air. You began to dress and remembered a critical detail.

Still don’t have a shirt.

You picked up your towel and tucked it around your chest, covering your bare upper half. You opened the bathroom door just a creak, enough to lean yourself out.

“Hey, Logan.”

He’d been staring at the ceiling in thought but he looked to you when you spoke, clearing his throat when he saw your bare shoulders. Your skin looked so soft and he could almost imagine what it felt like, warm up against him.

“Yeah?” He finally responded.

“Would you maybe have a shirt I could borrow for the night? I thought I packed one, but I didn't.”

“Yeah, probably,” he answered without a second thought, moving to look through his bag once again. He tossed a flannel button down in your direction and you caught it with one hand, the other holding the towel around you. When you slipped back behind the door once again, you pulled the garment over your shoulders and buttoned it, leaving you in that and a pair of pajama shorts that you could barely see peeking from the bottom hem of the shirt. You brought the collar of the shirt up to your nose, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and body wash. God, this was torture.

When you’d left the bathroom, Logan’s eyes were glued to the way the shirt fell so loosely on your smaller frame, the rolled up sleeves still long enough to reach your wrist. He caught himself smiling while he watched you move around the room to look for something.

“What?” you finally spoke, able to feel his eyes on the back of your head.

“Nothin’,” he said lowly, “just…you look cute in that. I didn’t think it would be so big on you that you're swimmin’ in it.”

You could hear the slight chuckle he’d let out after and your face felt warm. You turned away from your bag to face him, hands now full with skincare products.

“The hell do you do with all that?” Logan changed the subject, much to your relief.

“It’s my skin care routine.”

“Routine?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you just use, like, soap or something?”

The look on your face was one of horror and you returned to the bathroom and laid out all of your products. You saw Logan appear in the doorway from your view in the mirror, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What, you wanna watch?”

You didn’t mean it in any other way but he couldn’t help how much he liked the way you asked that, always teasing.

“I don’t know, you gonna put on a show?”

The back and forth between you two was fun, maybe sometimes a little mean but it had never been so flirty  before. 

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut, silence settling between you again as he watched your every move from the doorway. He had an expression you found almost unreadable, his lower lip tucked between his teeth and his eyes looking almost tired. After the moment in the truck, you’d told yourself you would never dig in his mind again, at least for the remainder of the trip. 

Still, curiosity was a monster that overtook the best of you sometimes. 

You could see the visual of you, again, only this time it was from his perspective in the doorway. 

He was thinking of you, but it couldn’t mean much of anything. Of course he’s thinking of you, you’re right in front of him. 

It didn’t mean much of anything at all until you could see his imagination start to work itself up, able to see his hands slip underneath that flannel and grip your hips as he crowded you from behind. 

You were so glad at that moment that you were scrubbing cleanser into your face with your eyes closed, unable to look Logan in the eyes while he was thinking about dragging his hands up your bare sides.

You pulled yourself out of that and focused back onto the task at hand, rinsing and drying your face. When you finally did open your eyes again, he was stood closer to the counter, inspecting all the labels on the little containers and bottles. You did your best not to look at him, afraid your face would be far too telling.

“What the hell is this gooey shit?” 

You watched Logan open a jar and dip a finger in, cringing at the consistency. You sighed and grabbed it from his hands, setting it back down on the counter. Well, you had wanted to avoid looking at him, but he made that as hard as possible. 

“It’s a face mask.”

He picked the jar back up again, taking a whiff of the contents. His eyebrows furrowed and he did it again, as if trying to place the scent.

“It smells like strawberries.”

“Mhm, it’s a strawberry face mask.”

You gently took it from his hands once more, this time with the intention of actually using it.

“So, you, like, leave it on or what? Rinse it?” He questioned, leaning with his back against the counter as he watched you spread the mask onto your face.

“I leave it on for fifteen minutes-ish and then rinse it,” you responded, screwing the lid back onto the container. Logan’s eyes followed the movement and stayed focused on the jar.

“Do you want some?” You smiled a little, aware of his curiosity, “I can put a lil’ bit on you. Avoiding the beard, of course.”

He shrugged in his sincere attempt to seem nonchalant, but he felt warm inside at the thought of your small hands smearing that stupid pink stuff all on his face. Really, it was just an excuse to get you to (rather innocently) touch him. 

You unscrewed the cap again, looking up at him. He realized the reason for your hesitation and leaned himself down a little so you could reach his face with ease.

“Thank you,” you giggled, stomach turning a bit at how close his face was now. You started to apply the mask, his eyes focused on yours almost the entire time. Every time you’d move your hand, still, his eyes were focused on the shadow of your eyelashes or the color of your lips. It felt oddly intimate, having him lean down just for you to touch his face. 

“Do I have something on my face?” You asked, referring to his gaze.

“Well, yeah, actually.”

That made the both of you laugh, pink faces mirroring each others love-sick smiles.  

“Alright, done,” you declared, finally setting the jar down for good. 

At that, you both got a look at yourselves in the mirror and burst back into laughter. Something about your laugh was contagious, and having found the same about him, it was hard to stop once you’d start.

“Oh, I should’ve given you a headband so your hair doesn’t get in it,” You remembered when you’d finally caught your breath, “hold on.”

In less than a couple seconds you disappeared from the bathroom and came back, a headband in your grip, though Logan couldn’t actually see what it looked like. He let you slip it on his head anyway, his smile dropping to a feigned scowl when he got a look in the mirror at the cat ears that stuck up from either side.

“You don’t like it, kitty?”

You were laughing and he shook his head, taking another look at his reflection, “the things I do for you, girl…”

He kept the thing on anyway, following you to crash on the bed and watch some tv while you waited to rinse your faces. You flipped through a couple of channels and settled on some drama series just to kill time. 

While you did that, Logan couldn’t rip his eyes from you every few minutes; the way the shirt fit, your bare legs, the fact that he could see now from where he sat that you weren’t wearing a bra under his shirt. It was almost too much and he found himself gnawing at his lip again. 

When you’d rinsed your faces and gotten ready for bed, the time came for you both to decide how the sleeping arrangement was gonna work. 

“So, maybe, like, a pillow wall?”

Your raised your eyebrows at Logan’s suggestion, the both of you stood facing the end of the bed. 

“What, you think I’m gonna spoon you in your sleep?”

“I mean, with me in the same bed? I don’t think you could help yourself, bub,” he teased, feigning confidence to disguise the fact that it was probably him who would be the one to end up spooning you. 

“Yeah, I’m just dying to rip your clothes off,” you said sarcastically, shaking your head and deciding to just tuck yourself in on a side and call it a night. You sighed into the mattress when you landed on it, terribly aware of how much you now really were dying to indeed rip his clothes off.

He followed suit, laying next to you and clicking the flimsy lamp on the bedside table so that you were both in the dark. You were both turned from each other, backs almost touching with how close you had to lay. You watched the tree branches from outside cast shadows on the wall in the moonlight, too lost in thought to close your eyes.

Just because Logan was thinking about you in ways that friends don’t really think about each other doesn’t mean he likes you in that way, you’d told yourself. It was not the same as an outright confession - you’d been poking around where you shouldn’t have -  but it still stood at the front of your mind, nonetheless.

You pulled the comforter up to your chin, tucking it around you as much as you could. It was cold in the room, something you both only noticed the longer you’d been there. You didn’t even realize you were shivering until you heard Logan’s voice say your name softly.

“You cold?”

He was already turning himself towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Very. Is the heat broken?”

He stood up and shuffled to the knob on the wall for the temperature. Fiddling with it for a second in the low light, he sighed and situated himself back into bed.

“I think it is. It’s the highest it can go and it’s freezing in here.”

You turned your face into your pillow and groaned.

“Put on some extra clothes,” he offered his suggestion, pulling the blanket up over himself as well. 

“I don’t have any, that’s why I had to borrow yours,” you reminded him, turning back to finally look at him again.

He knew it wasn’t a smart idea that had crossed his mind but Logan spoke anyway.

“C’mere,” he lifted his arms under the blanket and made room for you in front of him.

You looked at him, then the spot he wanted you to lay, and back to him again.

“Oh, so you’re the one dying to rip my clothes off, I see,” you teased and he shook his head.

“Princess, you can take it or leave it, but you know you’ll freeze,” he pointed out, a cocky smile now adorning his face.

Princess. That was new. 

You studied him intently for a second before eventually giving in, situating yourself to be the little spoon as he wrapped his arms around your middle and held your back to his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against you, the inhale and exhale of his lungs, the way his skin was so damn warm even in a freezing cold room. 

“That better?”

His voice was inches from your ear and you couldn’t help the shiver it sent down your spine, something you prayed he would believe was from the cold. You nodded, hesitantly resting your hands and arms over his. You would’ve hated to admit it, but it was so nice to just be held again. 

“Can I ask you something? And I mean, you can tell me to fuck off,” Logan spoke lowly, afraid he was trying to tip toe around land mines.

You remained quiet but nodded for him to continue, absentmindedly tracing little shapes with your fingers onto his arm.

“What happened with that Danny kid?”

You were surpised to hear his name at all, nevermind in Logan’s dismissive tone. Even the way he called him ‘kid’ seemed mildly condescending to your ex-boyfriend , acting like even saying his name was an annoyance. 

“Well, I can give you the short and sweet version,” you began your response, turning your head a little to look back at him. Christ, he had definitely never been this close.

“Shoot,” he responded, loosening his grip on you a bit so he could lean back and look at you when you spoke, really look at you. There were many things to like about Logan, but his ability to give you his undivided attention as you spoke was among your favorite things about him. You hadn’t caught on, of course, that he only really did that with you.

You sighed, drawing in a long breath and trying your best to spit out the story. It wasn’t a fresh wound but every time you tried to come clean about it was like salt being rubbed in.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, you know,” he spoke again honestly, noticing how quickly your demeanor changed.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you began gnawing at your lower lip, “He…we went out one night with everybody, probably only a couple weeks before you came back here. It was fun, except for the moments where our waitress would come by.”

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. It was almost funny now. 

Logan waited patiently for you to continue, already suspecting what you were about to tell him.

“Every time she came to the table, he wouldn’t even look at me, like I wasn’t there. I didn’t see it but Ororo told me she saw him slip a piece of paper into her apron, I guess it must have been his number.”

He could hear your voice begin to break and he held you a little tighter, reaching a hand to stroke your hair.

“He’s a dick,” he added, scowling. 

“Yeah, but oh, man, does it get worse. I’m trying to call him one night when he hasn’t come back, basically blowing up his phone to be sure he’s alive, right?”

He nodded, already mesmerized with the way you told stories, no matter what about.

“About the fourth or fifth time I call, it’s finally picked up, except Danny isn’t on the other end. I recognized the waitress’s voice. I knew then, you know, what had happened but I just didn’t want to believe it, so I asked what the hell she was doing with him. I shouldn’t have asked that. She did not hold back on dirty details.”

You tried your best to joke around but your voice still felt small, shrunken by the humiliation of having your heart ripped out of you. Love was fucking embarrassing at just about every stage, but especially if it didn’t work out like you’d hoped. It could make even the wisest man an absolute fool.

“I could smash that kid’s face, you know. I’m just sayin’.”

You broke into a giggle when Logan spoke, “I know. What, you’re gonna start some fight over me? You only hate him because I hate him.”

“Nah,” he began, arms still around you and his voice almost mumbled into your hair, “I hate him ‘cause he’s annoying as shit, but mostly because of what he did to you.”

“You know,” you started, wiping away a tear that had fallen on your cheek but still keeping a joking tone, “you’re probably the nicest boyfriend I’ve ever had and you’re not even my boyfriend.”

When he didn’t respond after a second, you turned your body a bit to look at him. His arm was propped up to support his head and he was staring down at you, looking lost in thought. You both stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like minutes rather than seconds.

“Sorry,” you cleared your throat, looking to the wall behind him, “that was - I probably made that weird.”

You chuckled nervously but he kept his relaxed expression, smiling slightly when he heard your laugh.

“No, you didn’t,” he said lowly, moving the hand he had around you to push some of your hair from your face.

Your heart was beating as fast as it possibly could and there was no way he could have missed it. 

“If I’m the nicest, you must’ve dated some shit guys,” he added with a smirk, making you laugh. 

“That is true,” you admitted, “but I mean it. You’re a sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” he responded almost immediately, shaking his head.

“You are,” you insisted, “you’re a big softie.”

“Only for you.”

You waited for him to break into a laugh, tell you he was sarcastic, but he only kept his eyes to yours with what looked like an almost adoring gaze.

“For me?” 

Your voice came out almost as a whisper.

“Uh-huh. I’d do anything for you, you know.”

He only broke his eyes from yours to admire your features in the light from the moon. His voice practically made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Your stomach was twisting and tying itself into knots already but when he moved his hand to cup your cheek, you could’ve melted right into his touch.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Logan’s words came out almost in an exhale, like a sigh of relief. Your mouth fell open a little in surprise and you raised your eyebrows.

“Me?”

“Who else would I be talking to right now, princess?”

You laughed a little, unable to stop your wide smile when he lovingly stroked his thumb across your cheek.

“I think you’re handsome.”

It came out quick and you bit your bottom lip to stop your smile, your face probably blushed like a rose.

You’d never seen Logan smile so wide.

“Really?”

“How come you sound so surprised? You’ve probably been told that millions of times in your life,” you said honestly.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “but I always wanted to hear it from you.”

“Why?”

You were still nervous as all hell. This was going somewhere, you just weren’t sure exactly where.

Your noses were maybe inches apart, so close that you could feel his breath on your face.

“I like you. I think about you…a lot.”

The things you’d seen Logan imagining flashed in your mind, feeding a fueling fire in the pit of your stomach. 

You couldn’t let anything else happen if you weren’t honest.

“Do you…do you remember way earlier this morning, i was driving and you were lookin’ at me and I kept asking why?”

He nodded and furrowed his eyebrows a bit.

“And then, earlier in the bathroom, when I was washing my face…” you continued, taking a deep breath, “I really shouldn’t have, but I - I kind of got in your head a bit, just because I was curious -“

“You read my mind?”

You expected a furious tone, for him to roll over and never be nearly as close to you again, but none of that was happening. Instead, that stupid smug smile was still on his face. 

“Yeah. Look, Logan, I’m really sorry -“

“What’d you see? ‘Cause if it was nothing interesting, I don’t think you’d be telling me.”

You swallowed hard. 

“Well…do you remember what you were thinking about?”

You watched him take a second to think back, gears turning. His eyes widened when he seemed to remember exactly where it was he’d let his mind wander to when he was staring at you. A smile crept onto his face and he tucked his lower lip beneath his teeth.

“Maybe. Do you wanna remind me?” he muttered.

His touch on you felt hotter than ever, like it could burn. 

“Was it something like this?” He spoke again before you could answer, moving his hand just under the hem of your shirt - his shirt, really - to ghost his fingers over your hip.

You inhaled sharply at the warm touch of his hand.

“L-Logan,” you stuttered as his hand finally did grip you, not hard, but enough to make your lower stomach erupt in butterflies.

“Hm? What, pretty girl?”

He knew every button of yours to push at this point. He seemed determined to make you just as desperate for him as he was for you.

His hand snaked up further to your waist, then around your back to bring you even closer to him.

You were still speechless, hesitantly moving your arms to wrap around his neck.

That was all he needed to finally press his lips to yours, tangling his hands in your hair to push you even further into him. It was sweet and soft, two words not often used to describe anything with Logan. He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough of you, still - like you’d disappear the second it was over.

“Wanted you since I first saw you, you know that?” He finally broke the kiss to whisper against your lips.

“Me too,” you replied honestly, “I was just scared after all that shit I had to go through. I didn’t want to have to do it all over again.”

“You won’t,” he said quickly, sweetly kissing your forehead and cheek, “I’d never do any of that to you. Any guy who could is a damn moron.”

You couldn’t help but smile, the both of you lost in the color of each other's eyes.

“I want to treat you right, princess, like you deserve,” he spoke again, moving a strand of hair from your face.

You swallowed hard. He didn’t just want your body, he wanted you.

“Yeah?” was all you could mutter out, your own heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, “you need someone who can take care of you like he couldn’t. I think you want me to, with the way your heart is beating like crazy.”

He had such a smug smile on his face and yours was blushed with mild embarrassment. You totally forgot he was able to pick up things like that with his heightened senses. 

“Well, how are you gonna take care of me?”,there was a teasing tone in your voice, one that was already making him half-hard in his gray sweatpants. Maybe it should’ve been embarrassing, but it didn’t take much from you at all for him to feel that way. 

“I wanna make you feel good,” he exhaled, combing his fingers through your hair,  “can I do that, baby?”

The nicknames he was using weren’t any help to extinguish the growing feeling in your lower stomach.

You nodded, breathing fast. 

“Please, Logan - “ you begged, using your arms around his neck to pull him down even closer to you and reconnect your lips.

“Like it when you beg,” he muttered in between kissing you again, “like it when you say my name like that.”

With one arm around your back to hold you close, his other arm slowly inched up the hem of your shirt, up your stomach and right to the soft flesh of the bottom of your breast.

He was going to ask if it was alright to move any further, but before he could even break away to ask, your hand was over his, nudging it further up until he had a handful of you. You moaned into the kiss, giving perfect access to Logan to slip his tongue between your lips. His toying and pinching of your nipples was enough to have you already soaked through your panties and probably your pajamas shorts, too.

“Someone’s a little eager, huh?” He muttered into your jaw as he dragged his kisses down your neck.

You only hummed in response, too lost in the feeling of him licking and sucking at your neck to think of a retort. 

Both his hands came around to the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off, sweetheart?”

You nodded, immediately sitting up to let him lift the shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor.

“Fuck,” he choked out at the sight of your bare chest, wasting no time as he came down to suck and lick the newly exposed skin.

“Thought about this all the time,” he mumbled against your skin, “you’re more perfect than I imagined.”

You were still blushing at his praise, sinking into the feeling of him in all your senses. The sound of his voice, the way his lips tasted, how his hands dragged along your skin in a way that covered you in goosebumps - it was better than any kind of day dream you’d had about him.

“ You - ah”, you tried to speak, cut off by the feeling of Logan gripping your thighs to gently spread them apart, the tips of his fingers barely brushing against the place you wanted them the most.

He planted kisses from your chest all the way down to the waistband of your shorts, looking up at you know with his arms hooked around your thighs.

Understanding exactly why he was there, you combed your fingers through his hair on either side of his head.

“”Eat me out,” you demanded boldly, confidence only growing when you saw Logan’s surprised eyes and mischievous smile, “please.”

“Oh, so Princess likes giving orders, huh?” He replied, absolutely spurred on by the way you took control for a second. He liked pulling moans out of you but the idea of you using him for your pleasure was undeniably hot and he’d let you if you asked him.

Logan hooked his fingers through your shorts and panties, catching a glimpse at the wet spot of fabric between your legs.

“Christ, you want me that bad? You’re soaked, honey,” he cooed, his hot breath fanning your lower stomach. 

“Wanted you that bad for a while, “ you panted, “jus’ want you - only you.”

“You’ve got me, sweetheart,” he was smiling with his lower lip tucked beneath his teeth, finally using his grip on your shorts and panties to pull them down and throw them somewhere in one quick motion.

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped at the feeling of your wet heat being exposed, so warm that the air almost felt cold. 

“Fuck,” Logan groaned, gaping at the soaked mess between your thighs,”I’ve been dreaming about the way your pussy tastes for weeks.”

His filthy words had you arching your back and pushing your hips towards him, desperate for some kind of relief. You finally felt him plant a wet, soft kiss onto your lips, using his thumbs to open them up and lick from your hole to your clit.

That had you moaning his name, chest heaving as he continued to flick his tongue and keep you on his face with the hold he had on your thighs.

He was lapping up every part of you he could get, burying his nose into your pussy when he slid his tongue to the entrance of your body.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your grip in his hair tightening, “Fuck, fuck -“

He hummed in satisfaction, sending vibrations through you that only made you squirm even more against his face.

You almost whined when he pulled his tongue out of you, changing into a loud moan when two of his fingers replaced his tongue. He continued sucking and licking at your sensitive bundle of nerves, pumping his fingers in and out of you. Every time he pushed them into you again, he curled his fingers to meet the spot within you that had you tugging his hair even harder. He growled when you did that, animalistic and desperate to make you fall apart for him. 

“That feel good, Princess? Fuck - “ he mumbled against your pussy between working his mouth on you, “taste so fucking good.”

You couldn’t tear your eyes from his face, watching the way his head bobbed and his nose pushed into you. His hair was a mess that you pushed back to look into his eyes. There was something that turned you on about his gaze unwavering from yours while he continued to fuck you with his fingers like you’ve never felt before. He increased the speed of his movements, his eyes never leaving your face. You were unable to control the noises he pulled out of you, chanting his name like a prayer as you felt your climax building in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m - I’m -“, you tried to warn him.

“I know, baby. I can feel the way you’re squeezing my fingers. Come on, sweetheart, give it to me,” he groaned, desperate to have you cum into his mouth and on his face.

Within seconds of hearing his filthy encouragement, the tension in your stomach released and you squeezed your eyes shut, seeing stars as he continued to work you through your orgasm. 

Starting to come down, you became sensitive and attempted to push Logan’s head away, only for him to latch his lips onto you again. 

“I - ah, Logan, ‘s too - too much,” you gasped.

“One more, sweetheart. Think you got it in you?” His chin, mouth and tip of his nose were wet and shiny with your release. He ate you like a fucking animal, in the best way possible.

A choked noise came from your throat, your eyes trained on him with your eyebrows raised. You’d never had someone even attempt to make you finish more than once.

You nodded vigorously, Logan immediately burying his face back into your sensitive pussy. It was probably seconds before the familiar euphoria hit you again, moaning and gasping his name.

“Fuck, please let me do that all the time,” he huffed, licking his lips to savor the taste of you.

You nodded, sitting up and reaching for his beater to pull him up to you. He did as you wanted, kneeling between your legs and tugging the garment over his head and tossing it. You marveled at the sculpt of his body, running your hands up his arms, his chest, and down his abs. 

“You sure you want this, pretty girl?” 

He asked to be sure you were comfortable, of course, but you knew the double meaning of his question. Things wouldn’t be the same after this, they never could be again. 

“I need you,” you whimpered, kissing down along his jaw.

He sighed softly, reluctantly moving off the bed momentarily to strip himself of his sweatpants and boxers.

Your mouth fell open a little at the sight of him, bigger than you’ve ever seen and already leaking from the tip.

“Shit, you’re huge,” you nervously chuckled, gnawing on your lip.

He smiled, crawling on the bed again to hover over you.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” he cooed, kissing down your neck again, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I’ll go slow. You tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?”

You could’ve cried at the sweet tone of his voice if the position you were in wasn’t so vulgar. You nodded in agreement and watched him line himself up with your entrance, tentatively pushing the head of his cock into you. He sighed into your neck, grunting when you hooked your legs around his waist to push him further into you.

“Does that hurt?” He asked, coming up to look at your face.

Your eyes were squeezed shut and eyebrows furrowed, your mouth open to let out small gasps and whimpers, “a little, but it’s good.”

That made his hips twitch and push further, stretching you out with a fulfilling sting.

“Ah - “ you choked out a noise as he filled you completely, bottoming out. You watched his eyes fluttered close and his nostrils flared like he was trying to hold back in fear of hurting you.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, your fingers finding a place in his hair again, “you fill me so good.”

“Never could’ve guessed you had such a filthy mouth, princess,” he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I never would’ve guessed you wanted my filthy mouth,” you retorted, your teasing smile wiped off your face when his pace suddenly quickened. 

“I wanted that, wanted your pussy - “ he grunted, “you feel so much better than my fucking hand.”

That made you chuckle a bit, stopping when he lightly bit the soft skin on your neck.

“God, Logan,” you moaned, raking your fingernails down his back.

He groaned loudly at the feeling, his eyes really rolling back into his head.

“Mm, never would’ve guessed you had a thing for pain either, by the way,” you murmured into his ear.

“I’d let you do just about anything to me,” he confessed, his hot breath in your ear.

You tugged his hair again, admiring the way his face contorted in pleasure every time you did.

“You like that?” You bit your lip, smiling up at him.

His face became serious, eyes never leaving yours from above you as he pounded his hips into yours. 

“Don’t go talking to me like, ‘s gonna make me finish way too early,” he huffed, looking down to watch the way he pulled back and disappeared into you.

“Really?” You thought for a moment, lowering your voice and keeping your eyes on his, “Come on, baby. Cum in me. You wanna see it drip out of me? Make a fucking mess - “ 

Your taunting was cut off when Logan leaned back on his knees, pulling your hips up with him so they were angled to meet him on his lap. He wasted no time pounding into you, filling the room with sounds of your grunting and moaning and the slap of skin on skin.

“You want it that bad? You’re gonna get it, sweetheart,” he groaned animalistically, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

You tilted your head back, nearly drooling at the way he drilled into you at a new angle.

“ ‘m gonna cum,“ you warned again, “Logan-“

“Come on, babe, I wanna feel it - wanna feel you cum on me,” he panted, gritting his teeth in an attempt to keep himself at the devastating pace.

In a couple more strokes, he had you nearly screaming his name, legs shaking around him as you felt the euphoric feeling wash over you. The feeling of you pulsing and clenching around him was enough to send Logan over the edge, leaning forward so he could kiss you as he spilled ropes of his cum inside of you.

You both laid still for a moment, catching your breath.

“That was…,” you paused, thinking of the right word to describe what had happened, “the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Logan moved his face from the crook of your neck, a wide smile on his face. His hair was a mess and his skin was sticky with sweat.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he sighed, gently moving to pull out of you.

“Wait - “ you gripped his shoulder gently, keeping him in place, “can you…can you stay. Inside me, I mean.”

He raised his eyebrows, obliging your request and peppering kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

“Whatever you want, princess. I don’t think I mind stayin’ anyway.”

You giggled sweetly, trying your best to fix his hair. A thought popped into your mind, one you hadn’t even considered before you and Logan had gotten in bed.

“Is this - like, a one time thing? Because - “

“God, no,” he shook his head, admiring your features, “I mean, unless you wanted it to be, I guess, but -

You mirrored his actions, “No, no - I want you. Definitely sure that I want you.”

He planted a kiss to your forehead, running his fingers through your hair, “can I tell you somethin’, beautiful?”

“Anything, of course.”

“There was another room with two beds.”

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A/N: I hope that wasn't god awful bc I'm not great at smut writing but anyway hope u enjoyed <3 my requests are open so if there's anything you have an idea for lmk!

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'what a fool'

Author's note:

hello! i never thought i'd be writing again but here i am.

i would like to clarify, i'm used to writing angst so probably most of my stories are gonna be angst and underlining that this is just a story! also, i'm sorry if i'm not good at writing. this is my first time back after 7 years.

warnings: alcohol consumption, angst, swearing, make out (stuff), and i don't want to make harry the bad guy here but it's just a story!

Photos credit thanks to Pinterest.

i'm sorry if there are some mistakes because English is not my first language.

Part 2

btw, enjoy!

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It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon. You were at the Sidemen Studios, where you had been working for almost a year.

You still couldn’t believe that you were part of one of the biggest YouTube groups in the world as their camerawoman. You had your parents to thank for putting you through film school and James, your best friend since college, for helping you land this job.

You and James were in the studio, chatting about the upcoming holiday trip with the entire staff and the boys.

"Are you excited for the trip?" James asked as he carefully packed his precious camera into his bag.

The two of you had just finished filming Sidecast with Simon, Harry, and Ethan. You weren’t scheduled to work today, but James messaged you, needing an extra hand since John couldn’t make it due to a family emergency.

"I’m so excited! This is my first work holiday trip, and I still can’t believe it!" you said, feeling giddy.

"I still can’t believe the boys have time for this trip. They’re so busy with their schedules, and I thought the trip was just for the staff” James said.

You glanced at the blonde boy sitting on the Sidecast set. He was talking with Simon and Ethan about something, but you couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.

"You’re drooling” James said in a low voice, chuckling. You quickly turned away from your gaze and rolled your eyes at him.

Nobody knew you had a crush on Harry except James. No one was supposed to know that you had a crush on your own boss, but you had to admit, it was hard to ignore your feelings when your boss looked that good.

"And you’re annoying” you huffed.

You had to stop this feeling before it got any deeper. You knew your place you were a nobody to Harry. Even though he knew you and the two of you always had playful banter, there was no way he would ever reciprocate your feelings.

James smiled before letting out a loud giggle. The boys stopped their conversation, now looking at the two camera staff with curious expressions.

"what's so funny, mate?" Ethan asked.

Great. Now all three of them had noticed.

You mentally slap your forehead before turning to the three Sidemen.

“Nothing, nothing! Just having a conversation with Y/N” James quickly answered, brushing off their curiosity.

Harry raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“Have you guys packed yet?” Simon asked, snapping you out of your thoughts though your eyes still lingered on Harry.

The set lights are still on, and you still can’t get over his features his sparkly blue eyes, his toned build, even though he’s hidden beneath his blue Sidemen hoodie, and his pink lips.

I wonder if he’s ever washed that hoodie? you mused to yourself, noticing he’s been wearing it for days now.

"Yeah, yeah, we’ve packed, but Y/N here still has some things left to sort out” James answered.

You quickly snapped out of your daydream at the mention of your name. “Uhhh, y-yeah. There are still a few things I need to pack, but I’ll be fine” you replied.

Ethan and Simon shouted, “Nice!” before diving back into their conversation.

Meanwhile, Harry lingered for a moment, glancing between you and James before eventually returning to the discussion.

"fucking hell" you muttered while James just quietly giggled.

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It was the morning of your trip, and you were waiting for James to pick you up from your apartment. You double-checked everything, making sure you had packed everything you needed for Greece.

It was going to be a sunny holiday, so you made sure to bring plenty of sunscreen, moisturizer, and lip balm you didn’t want to dry out while you were there.

After zipping up your suitcase one last time, you heard the doorbell ring. That’s gotta be James, you thought as you walked to the front door.

James appeared in your line of sight and… Harry?

You froze, completely taken aback. What is Harry doing at my apartment?

“Hey, sorry we’re a bit late” James said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Someone texted me last minute, asking for a ride to the airport while I was already on my way here” He glanced at the blonde haired guy beside him.

"Wha—wha—wha—what do you mean?!” Harry sputtered, looking at James, clearly annoyed. “I told you last night I needed a ride! I can’t drive, and getting an Uber or taxi to the airport would’ve been a hassle!”

You giggled at the two of them bickering as you grabbed your suitcase and slung your camera bag over your shoulder.

“It’s fine” you said, dragging your suitcase along. “It’s not like we’re gonna be late to the airport anyway. Plus, I was just double checking to make sure I didn’t forget anything” You quickly patted your pockets, confirming you had your passport.

James rolled his eyes, fully aware of your crush on Harry. Meanwhile, Harry flashed you a smile, the cutest one you’d ever seen, and you had to admit, it made your heart skip a beat.

“See? Y/N doesn’t mind! No need to fuss” Harry said, grinning. “Do you need help with your suitcase?”

You nodded, thanking him. What a gentleman, you thought.

James rolled his eyes again but chose not to say anything. He couldn’t believe you had bought Harry’s excuse so easily.

Honestly, why had Harry even asked him for a ride? He could’ve easily gotten a lift from Tobi or Simon, or Ethan, let’s be real, he could more than afford an Uber.

James liked Harry as a friend, but he didn’t want you getting your hopes up. He knew you too well, and the last thing he wanted was for you to think, even for a second, that maybe, just maybe, Harry liked you too.

The three of you walked to James’s car, loaded your suitcases into the trunk, and got in. You took the passenger seat in the front, while Harry settled in the back.

The ride to the airport was… interesting. That was the only way you could describe it. At one point, Harry asked a question so unexpected that it left both you and James in fits of laughter.

“Are you guys dating?” he blurted out.

You and James exchanged a look, then turned to Harry, then back to each other before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"No, boss. We’ve just been friends for a long time” you answered, using the nickname you always called the Sidemen.

Harry had told you before that he didn’t like it, but you kept using it anyway because you found it funny, and, deep down, you were pretty sure he secretly liked it too.

After an hour long drive, the three of you finally arrived at Heathrow Airport, where the rest of the group was waiting at the meeting point. Josh had already been asking about you guys, wondering why you were late.

Seeing the flood of messages in the group chat, you, James, and Harry broke into a run, weaving through the crowds.

When you finally reached the meeting point, you spotted the boys, the camera crew, and a whole bunch of other people.

Your eyes landed on Kirsty, and you made your way toward her to say hi. Meanwhile, Harry joined the boys, and James went over to Kon.

"Kirsty!” you called out, rushing over to hug her.

You and Kirsty had grown close quickly, both of you being photographers and often the only women on set made it easy to bond.

“Y/N! I missed you!” she said, hugging you back.

The two of you immediately started chatting about how excited you were for the trip. But before you could get too deep into the conversation, Ethan’s voice cut through the noise, addressing an unexpected guest.

“Where were you, Bog? We’ve all been waiting for you. I thought you were gonna ask me to head to the airport with you,” the ginger-haired man said, looking at Harry, who was busy tying his shoelaces.

"No, I didn’t want to burden you. I know how far it is from your place to mine, so I asked James for a ride, and we picked up Y/N along the way,” Harry explained.

The boys exchanged confused looks. This was unusual for him.

“So, was your prediction correct?” Simon asked, a teasing edge to his voice.

You frowned. What prediction?

You tried to focus on what Kirsty was saying, but multitasking was proving difficult.

“Nah, they’re just mates,” Harry replied casually.

Ah. So that’s why he was asking about my relationship with James.

You tried not to seem like you were eavesdropping, but curiosity got the better of you. Glancing over at Harry, you caught the subtle smirk on his lips as he said it.

That was weird, you thought.

After everyone had gathered, you all walked to the check-in counter and then to the boarding gate, waiting for your flight to be called.

You and James decided to grab some food, and before long, the boarding announcement came.

Everyone made their way to the plane, quickly found their seats, and soon, you were taking off, leaving behind gloomy London for sunny Greece.

On the plane, you thanked Josh for giving you a window seat. He had asked everyone on the crew about their seating preferences, and he made sure to accommodate them.

To ease your nerves about flying, you and James ordered some alcohol, hoping to relax a bit before landing.

"Wish we could do this every day,” you said, sipping your drink.

“We do this every day, just without the drinking at work,” James chuckled.

You giggled at his remark.

While James was scrolling through the in-flight entertainment, you noticed Harry making his way to the toilet.

You gave him a small wave, and he returned it with a subtle nod. That tiny interaction was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Four hours later, the Sidemen and the production crew finally arrived in Greece.

The sun, the ocean, and the beach were already calling your name, and you couldn’t contain your excitement, you were finally on a well deserved break.

All of you had arrived at the villa, and you couldn’t stop admiring the breathtaking scenery.

Ever since you left the airport, you’d been taking nonstop videos and pictures, eager to capture every moment.

While Josh spoke with the villa owner, you noticed Harry standing in the lobby, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

An idea popped into your head taking a candid picture of him. It won’t hurt, right? No one’s going to see it anyway.

You discreetly snapped the photo, and to your surprise, it turned out great. Smiling to yourself, you decided to keep it private.

“Okay, guys, gather around” Josh called out, explaining the room arrangements and today’s itinerary.

You learned that you’d be sharing a room with Kirsty, which made you even more excited for the trip.

After the small announcement ended, you walked over to Kirsty. “Are you sure you’re okay sharing with me? I know you’d probably prefer to share with Kon,” you said, watching as Kirsty snapped pictures of the boys for future reference.

“God, no! I’d much rather share with you than Kon,” she laughed. “He snores in his sleep, and I actually want to get some rest on this vacation. I need some me time.”

You felt relieved knowing you had someone to keep you company other than James.

As the two of you made your way to your assigned room, you started unpacking while chatting about random things just classic girl talk. It was nice to have a girl friend in this kind of situation.

Out of nowhere, Kirsty smirked. “So, do you have a boyfriend?” You chuckled at the unexpected question. ‘Why is everyone asking me that today?’ you thought, shaking your head.

“I haven’t found the one, and honestly, I’m too busy as it is. Being in a relationship would just be a headache,” you said as you changed into fresh clothes after your shower.

Kirsty nodded in understanding. “I feel you. It’s hard to date someone outside of our work unless you’re working with them.”

You agreed with her.

As the day went by, everyone got ready for dinner. You took tons of pictures of your food, the restaurant, and your co-workers for yours and the Sidemen Instagram.

After dinner, Tobi mentioned that some of them were heading to a club and asked if you wanted to join. You said yes, and now, you were all on your way.

You couldn’t wait to have a few drinks and dance to the music. Spotting Harry, you smiled at him, and he returned the gesture. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, adjusting the sleeves of his Childish hoodie.

God, he can even pull off a hoodie, you thought, nodding. “I rarely get a chance to go out back home, so this should be fun,” you said.

The two of you kept talking, laughing easily as the conversation flowed. Harry’s gaze lingered on you.

Your blue floral sundress, your wavy hair, the way your red lipstick stood out under the soft lighting. He smiled, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You could feel him staring.

By the time you arrived at the club, you were already feeling a little buzzed, whether from the alcohol at dinner or from talking with the blue-eyed boy, you weren’t sure.

Without a word, Harry took your hand, guiding you through the crowded venue toward the table. His touch was warm, and for the first time, you realized how much you liked it. You didn’t want him to let go.

And for a while, he didn’t.

"I’m going to order us a drink. What do you like?” Harry asked. “Vodka and Coke, please" He nodded before making his way to the bar.

As he walked away, you felt a pair of eyes on you, grinning like a Cheshire cat. You didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “He’s just being nice” you mouthed to James. He simply shrugged, sipping his drink and bobbing his head to the music.

A moment later, Harry returned with your drink, placing it in front of you. “You like vodka?” he asked, settling into the seat beside you. “Yeah, I do. But I like it with soda so it’s not too strong”

He nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. The conversation flowed easily as you both drank, the music pulsing around you.

"Sambuca’s here!” Simon yelled, handing out shots to everyone. You were given three. You didn’t like Sambuca, but for the culture? You had to.

Harry and you took the shots together, the strong taste making you wince. The warmth spread through your chest, and you could already feel the alcohol kicking in.

“You wanna go to the dance floor?” Harry asked, leaning in slightly so you could hear him over the music.

You nodded, and before you knew it, he was taking your hand again, leading you through the crowd.

The music was loud, the bass thumping in your chest as the two of you danced and sang along to whatever song was playing. He didn’t let go of your hand, not until you were facing each other in the middle of the dance floor.

Harry was awkward when it came to dancing, but with the alcohol running through his system, he seemed a little more confident.

The two of you were lost in the moment, just enjoying the night being young and carefree in another country.

You threw your arms around his shoulders, jumping up and down to the beat, and he chuckled at your antics, shaking his head but letting you do your thing.

After a few songs had played, the two of you returned to the table, taking sips of your drinks. You were thirsty after all that dancing.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that” Harry sniggered, amusement clear in his voice. You laughed, waving your hand dismissively. “I rarely go out. Please don’t judge me.”

Both of you chuckled before making your way back to the dance floor for round two.

This time, you spotted Simon, Josh, Tobi, and Ethan dancing together, clearly having a blast. As you and Harry approached, the four of them cheered.

“How are you enjoying tonight, Y/N?” Ethan asked, noticing you and Harry together.

He raised a curious brow, he hadn’t seen much of Harry tonight, and now, it was clear why.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced between the two of you, teasing the youngest of the group.

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I’m loving it! Thank you for the opportunity, boss!” you yelled over the music, which was loud enough that you could barely hear yourself. Ethan laughed, nodding before turning back to the others.

You leaned toward Harry. “I’m going to the restroom for a bit." His fingers were still loosely wrapped around your hand. He nodded, letting go as you slipped away, while he made his way over to the boys.

You left for the toilet, but as you walked, you suddenly tripped and fell. A sharp pain shot through your ankle, and you groaned.

Great.

What a way to ruin a night out, you thought, wincing as you tried to stand. Slowly, you limped your way back to the table, hoping no one would notice.

As you arrived, you saw Josh, Harry, and Kon sitting together, drinks in hand. “Uh, boss, is it okay if I leave early? I just tripped, and my ankle kinda hurts” you asked Josh, who was just about to take a sip of his drink.

“Oh no! Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Do you want me to get James?” Kon offered, already looking around for him.

You quickly shook your head. “No, it’s fine. I can tell he’s enjoying his night. I’ll be fine going home alone.” Josh frowned.

“No. Someone needs to go with you.”

Before you could protest, Harry raised his hand. “I can go back with you” You immediately shook your head. “No, you don’t have to, Harry. Just enjoy your night”

But he was already finishing his drink. “No, we need to make sure you’re okay” he insisted, taking your hand.

You sighed but didn’t argue as you waved goodbye to Kon and Josh before letting Harry guide you out of the club.

On the ride back to the villa, you still felt tipsy, and you still couldn’t believe you had tripped. “How’s your ankle? And how did you even trip?” Harry asked, his voice laced with concern.

You giggled. “I tripped and fell. I think I’m drunk” you admitted, laughing at yourself.

Harry shook his head, chuckling.

When you arrived at the villa, the silence was almost eerie. The only sounds filling the air were distant crickets, making it clear that you two were the first ones back. Harry opened the front door and held it for you.

“Thanks” you murmured as you stepped inside.

Before you could take another step, Harry’s hand found your arm, steadying you as you wobbled slightly.

“Do you want me to take you to your room?” he asked. You shook your head. “The night’s still young. There’s some alcohol in the fridge. We could hang out in the living room” you suggested with a giggle.

Harry raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Alright, but only if you promise not to trip again” he teased, guiding you carefully to the couch.

You plopped onto the sofa while he disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with two drinks, handing one to you before settling down beside you.

“Thanks” you said, taking a sip.

As the alcohol buzzed through your veins, you suddenly realized just how close he was. His arm draped casually around the back of the couch, fingertips barely brushing against your shoulder.

And for some reason, you didn’t mind one bit.

Your heart pounded so hard you were sure he could hear it. The air between you grew heavier, the faint buzz from the alcohol mixing with the tension in the room. You hated awkward silences, but this? This wasn’t just silence—it was charged, electric.

You didn’t even realize you had been staring at him until Harry smirked. “What are you thinking in that head of yours?” he teased, his voice low, amused.

Your eyes widened. Shit. Busted.

Your face burned as you quickly turned away. “Uh, n-n-nothing!” you stuttered, desperately hoping he’d drop it.

But he didn’t.

Instead, you felt a gentle touch on your chin, guiding your face back toward his. Your breath hitched as you found yourself staring into his piercing blue eyes, now just inches away from yours. “You know you can tell me, right?” he whispered, his gaze locked onto yours.

Your throat went dry.

Oh, you were in trouble.

Somehow, a sudden wave of courage washes over you. Your heart pounds, but for once, you don’t care. You forget that he’s your boss. You forget the risks, the consequences. Fuck it. You’re on holiday.

“I want to stay with you” you whisper, your voice barely audible. Harry freezes for a moment, as if making sure he heard you right.

Then, without hesitation, he kisses you.

The taste of alcohol lingers between you, but the kiss grows desperate, needy. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and heat floods through your body.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you effortlessly into his arms and carries you to his bedroom. The door clicks shut behind him.

He places you gently on the bed, hovering above you, his blue eyes searching yours.

“Tell me you want this” he murmurs.

You nod. “I do”

That’s all he needs to hear. His lips crash onto yours again, and soon, hands are exploring, breaths are mingling, and soft moans escape between kisses.

You trail your lips down his jaw and neck, and a deep groan rumbles from his throat.

The world outside fades away as you both get lost in the moment, tangled in sheets, until the first light of morning peeks through the curtains.

The soft chirping of birds filters through the open window, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the villa.

Beside you, Harry sleeps soundly, his arm draped over your waist, snoring softly. He’s snuggled into you, his breath warm against your skin.

You smile, your mind still reeling from last night. Did that really happen?

Carefully, you slip out of bed, making sure not to wake him. As you quietly gather your clothes and dress, reality begins to sink in.

I slept with Harry. I slept with my boss.

And as if on cue, a dull ache pulses from your ankle. Right. I was supposed to ice that… but how could I remember when I was too busy forking my boss?

Suppressing a groan, you tiptoe out of the room, shutting the door gently behind you. You make your way to your own room, pushing the door open to find Kirsty still fast asleep.

Sighing in relief, you quickly change into more comfortable clothes before grabbing your phone. The screen lights up.

30 missed calls from James

10 missed calls from Kirsty

7 missed calls from Josh and Kon

5 missed calls from Simon, Tobi and Ethan

Shit.

Everyone had been looking for you. The sheer number of missed calls on your phone made your stomach churn. You felt bad, really bad, but what were you supposed to say? Sorry, I was too busy sleeping with Harry? Yeah, not happening.

You groaned, throwing yourself onto the bed, hoping to catch a little more sleep before facing the inevitable interrogation.

But just as your body starts to relax, you hear a rustling from the other side of the room.

You freeze.

Maybe if you stayed perfectly still, she wouldn’t notice—

“Y/N?”

Shit.

Your heart pounds as you squeeze your eyes shut, pretending to be deep in sleep. You don’t move. You don’t even breathe too loudly.

Silence.

A few seconds pass, then a minute. You don’t hear anything else. Maybe she bought it. Maybe she went back to sleep.

You exhale slowly, relief washing over you. You were still exhausted, still sore, and the last thing you needed was Kirsty’s questions right now. But you needed an excuse. fast.

You did got enough of sleep and wake up at the same time as Kirsty. And she did asked you question of where you've been but you just said to her that you got lost and ended up somewhere far away.

As much as you were relieved that Kirsty didn’t push further, a part of you knew she didn’t fully believe you. But you were grateful she let it slide.

For now.

You focused on packing your things, trying to ignore the lingering thoughts of last night. The way Harry’s hands felt on you, the way he held you close.

You shook your head. Not the time.

Kirsty sighed as she zipped up her suitcase. “I can’t wait to just get home and sleep for a whole day”

You forced a small laugh. “Yeah, same”

But deep down, you weren’t sure you were ready to go back to reality just yet.

Both of you packed your things as you're already prepared to go home yet you feel heavy hearted. you don't want to return to your reality yet. you heard a knock on your door and yelled, "it's open" and revealed James who's been worrying sick.

"Where were you? We tried to called your phone but you didn't answer it" he yelled like a worried father.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the hallway and close the door so Kirsty won't hear both of you.

"I was with Harry. On his bed" you whispered. James let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Are you serious?” he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.

You groaned, still hiding your face.

“Yes, James. I know, okay? You don’t have to freak out”

“Freak out?” he hissed, lowering his voice so Kirsty wouldn’t hear. “Y/N, you literally just slept with Harry. Your boss. One night in Greece, and you’re already moving mad.”

You peeked through your fingers, glaring at him. “I know! I don’t need a lecture right now" James sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “So what now? Was it just a one-time thing, or…?”

That question made your stomach twist. You wanted to say it was just a drunken mistake, a heat of the moment thing. But when you thought about the way Harry had looked at you, the way he had held you.

“I don’t know” you admitted softly. “But I don’t regret it”

James’ expression softened, but he still looked concerned.

“Look, I’m not judging you. I just, be careful. If the boys find out, especially Josh, things could get messy”

You nodded, knowing he was right.

“I just need to act normal.” James gave you a skeptical look. “And do you think Harry can act normal?”

That was the real question.

As you and James made your way downstairs, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety. At least James knew now, and he wasn’t mad, just concerned. But the real challenge would be facing Harry and pretending like nothing happened.

The dining area was already bustling with the boys and crew, everyone chatting and eating. You spotted Harry sitting with Simon and Ethan, looking as relaxed as ever.

When his eyes met yours, there was a brief flicker of something in them, something only you would notice. But he quickly went back to his conversation like nothing had changed.

James nudged you slightly. “See? If he can act normal, so can you”

You took a deep breath and nodded, sitting down with James and the others. “Morning,” you greeted, trying to sound casual.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Ethan teased. “Where the hell did you disappear to last night?”

You laughed nervously. “Got lost on the way back. Had to call Harry to help me find the villa.” You could feel Harry glance at you, but he didn’t say a word.

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Lost? In Greece? Y/N, we were literally a few streets away from the club”

“Yeah, well, alcohol does that to you,” you shrugged, stuffing a bite of food in your mouth to avoid more questions.

Simon smirked. “You and Harry, alone in the middle of the night? That’s suspicious.”

Your stomach dropped, but before you could say anything, Harry rolled his eyes. “Relax, Minter. Not everything is a conspiracy.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. James leaned closer and whispered,

“You two are so obvious.” You kicked him under the table, making him yelp.

James, being the good friend he was, quickly changed the subject.

“Anyway! What’s the plan for today?” Josh sighed “We have a few hours before our flight, so we’re just chilling. Maybe a last walk by the beach if anyone’s up for it.”

You nodded, pretending to be focused on your breakfast, but you couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Harry. He hadn’t looked at you once, which was unusual. Was he regretting last night? Was this his way of pretending it never happened.

You focused on your food, chewing slowly as the conversations around you carried on. You could still feel Harry’s presence beside you, his phone acting as a shield between the two of you.

Why was he being like this? Last night, he was holding you close, whispering sweet things against your skin. Now, he couldn’t even look at you.

You sighed, pushing your plate away as you lost your appetite. Kirsty, who had just joined the table, noticed and nudged you. “Not hungry?” she asked.

“Just tired,” you lied, offering her a small smile.

After breakfast and free time, everyone gets ready to head to the airport. As James helps you walk, you spot Harry. You know you need to talk.

“Wait a minute, James. I won’t be long,” you say. He nods, sensing that you need to clear the tension with Harry. As you approach, Harry is still on his phone, busy with God knows what.

"I told James," you whisper to him. Harry looks at you, raising an eyebrow. “What did you tell him?”

Is he for real?

“About where we were last night. That we spent the night together… in your bed,” you murmur, lowering your voice so no one else can hear.

He looks puzzled. “But we didn’t do anything last night. I don’t remember anything—I was so pissed,” he says before turning and walking off.

You’re stunned.

You can’t believe what you just heard. It feels like you’ve been punched in the stomach. The ground beneath you might as well open up and swallow you whole.

Was he really that hammered that he didn’t remember anything?

James walks over to you and nudges your arm. “Well?” You shake your head, trying to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes. “He said he doesn’t remember,” you whisper, but James hears you loud and clear.

His expression shifts to shock, disbelief washing over his face. He clenches his jaw, fists tightening at his sides. For a moment, he looks like he wants to march over to Harry and punch him, but he knows that would only cost him his job.

James reaches out to comfort you, but you flinch away.

“I need some time alone” you mutter before limping toward the car, your ankle still aching from last night.

James watches you walk away, then turns his gaze toward Harry, who is laughing at a joke Ethan just made completely unaware of the damage he’s just caused.

Y/N feels embarrassed. Of course, he just thought it was a one-night stand. Who did she think she was? She was no one.

The entire ride to the airport, she sulks in silence, trying to hide her sadness and confusion. Was he really that embarrassed to admit he slept with her?

The journey home feels like hell. James stays by her side the entire time, offering quiet comfort as they sit together on the plane.

It isn’t until Y/N puts on a sappy romantic movie that the tears finally spill, her emotions too heavy to hold back any longer. James doesn’t say anything. He just lets her feel, lets her grieve whatever it was she thought she had.

Yet even with his support, she still feels like trash.

Oh, what a fool she had been.

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Author's note: Oh my gosh! it's a long one. I'm sorry it's not good. Please let me know if you guys want part 2 because I already have some ideas for it. And i'm sorry I never wanted to let Harry to be the bad guy but again it's just a story.

i stayed up until 4am to continue to write, reviewing and finally posting this story.

i hope you guys loved this story!

Anyways, I love you guys and take care! x

[m4rv3l-girl]

Hi! I was wondering if you could maybe do a smut with Bucky where the reader has like a choking kink?😅😂 I got the idea based off the song "if you think I'm pretty" by Artemas. Thank you! Great writing btw!

Say please

Warnings: Choking kink. Allusions to sex. Language.

The tension between them had always been a tangible thing, a charged current crackling in the air whenever they shared the same space.

Y/N had met Bucky Barnes under less-than-friendly circumstances—both thrown together on a mission that neither had wanted. She thought he was insufferable. He thought she was reckless. Every interaction since had been a verbal sparring match, each word laced with challenge, each glance a test of dominance.

It was a game they played. A slow, infuriating, addictive game.

And now? Now she was stuck with him in a safe house, the both of them nursing the wounds of a mission gone wrong, tension thick as the smoke still clinging to their clothes.

"You really don't know when to quit, do you?" Bucky muttered, pressing a rag to the cut on his temple.

Y/N snorted, peeling off her tactical vest. "Says the guy who threw himself in front of a grenade instead of just letting me handle it."

"Yeah? And you'd be dead if I hadn't."

"Please." She rolled her eyes, shoving past him toward the kitchen, but his hand shot out, gripping her wrist just enough to halt her steps.

That was the thing about Bucky—about them. He never let her get the last word.

"You got a death wish, sweetheart?" he murmured, voice dipping low, almost thoughtful. His fingers flexed around her wrist, not painful, just… firm. Daring.

Y/N felt a slow, simmering heat curl down her spine. "And if I do?" she countered, voice just as soft, just as dangerous.

Something flickered in his blue eyes, something dark and assessing. His gaze dropped to her throat for the briefest second before snapping back to her eyes.

He let her go.

Y/N ignored the way her pulse spiked.

The hours crawled by, the safe house suffocating with its too-small walls and the charged silence between them. Y/N spent most of it patching herself up, avoiding Bucky’s gaze when she caught him watching her.

She swore she could still feel his hand on her wrist. The ghost of his grip lingered, a brand against her skin, making her pulse jump every time she thought about it. She hated it. Hated that she was still thinking about it.

Y/N wasn’t the type to get rattled, especially not over something as stupid as Bucky Barnes and his unbearable, insufferable, way-too-steady presence. But tonight, there was something different. Something brewing under the surface, coiling tighter each time their eyes met.

And he kept watching her.

Every time she moved, every time she stretched an aching muscle or adjusted the hem of her torn tactical shirt, his gaze followed. Calculated, unreadable. He wasn’t being subtle, and it was starting to get under her skin.

"You got a problem?" she snapped, finally breaking the silence, not bothering to look up as she wiped the blood off her forearm.

"Yeah," Bucky drawled from the other side of the room. "You're bad at first aid."

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes. "Thanks for the expert medical advice, Sergeant."

"Seriously," he continued, pushing off the wall and crossing the room toward her, those damn heavy boots making his approach feel deliberate. "You're gonna get an infection."

She scoffed, but before she could brush him off, he crouched beside her, his flesh fingers taking her arm—not rough, not soft, just assertive. He pulled her hand away from the half-cleaned gash on her forearm, inspecting it with a furrowed brow.

Y/N stiffened. She wasn’t used to him touching her this much. Hell, they were usually too busy arguing to ever be this close.

His grip was warm, solid, and it sent an unwilling shiver down her spine.

"I'm fine," she muttered, trying to pull away, but his fingers tightened—not hard, just enough to remind her that he was stronger.

"Hold still," he ordered, reaching for the antiseptic. "Or don’t. Doesn’t bother me if it stings more."

Y/N glared at him, but it didn’t have the usual bite. It was hard to be properly pissed off when his hands were on her, when his scent was all leather and sweat and something unmistakably him, wrapping around her and making it harder to breathe.

He dabbed the antiseptic over the wound with frustrating gentleness, like he wasn’t the same man who had spent the last six months infuriating her at every turn.

She clenched her jaw. Why is this so fucking tense?

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She and Bucky weren’t like this. They fought. They bickered. They threw punches on the sparring mat when words weren’t enough. But this? This slow, suffocating heat curling between them—this was new.

His vibranium fingers trailed up her arm absentmindedly, like he wasn’t even thinking about it.

She was.

Y/N’s stomach clenched, her heart hammering against her ribs. His thumb brushed over the inside of her wrist, right over her pulse, and she knew he could feel it. Knew he could tell exactly what he was doing to her.

Bucky’s lips twitched, but he didn’t say anything. Just finished tending to her wound with that irritating smirk still playing at the corner of his mouth.

When he finally let go, her skin burned where his fingers had been.

"There," he murmured, voice lower now, almost teasing. "All better."

Y/N flexed her fingers, pretending like she wasn’t trying to shake off the feeling of his touch.

"Great," she deadpanned, standing too fast. "Now go be insufferable somewhere else."

Bucky chuckled, slow and knowing, but he didn’t argue. He just sat back against the wall, stretching his legs out, arms folded across his chest. Watching her again.

Y/N turned away, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck.

She didn’t succeed.

By the time night fell, exhaustion weighed on her, but sleep wouldn't come—not with the heat still lingering beneath her skin, not with the ghost of his touch still burning on her wrist.

She shifted restlessly in the cot, the mattress squeaking.

A sigh sounded from the other side of the room. "You keep moving like that, you're gonna drive me insane."

Y/N turned her head, finding Bucky sitting in the shadows, arms crossed, his vibranium fingers tapping against his bicep. His stare was steady, unreadable.

"You already are insane," she shot back, but it came out breathier than she intended.

Bucky's lips quirked.

Then he stood, moving with slow, deliberate steps until he loomed over her, forcing her to tip her head back to meet his gaze.

"You like pushing me, don't you?" His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it, something razor-sharp and knowing.

Y/N swallowed, pulse hammering. "You make it easy."

Bucky hummed. He reached out—not fast, not hesitant, just inevitable—and brushed his knuckles along her throat. A whisper of a touch. Testing.

Y/N's breath caught.

His smirk deepened.

"Thought so," he murmured.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She said, nothing more than a mere squeak.

He just hummed, looking at her deeply as if contemplating.

“You’re into choking. I guessed.”

And then his hand wrapped around her throat.

Not squeezing, not yet. Just holding. A tease, a promise, a warning.

Y/N's fingers curled into the sheets, heat flooding through her veins, something low and needy twisting in her stomach.

Bucky leaned down, his breath warm against her lips, his thumb tracing a slow, taunting line along her pulse.

"Say please."

But she didn’t.

Instead, she rolled onto her side, facing away from him, her back a silent wall that she hoped would keep him at bay. Her heart was battering at her sternum.

Bucky's hand hovered for a moment, as if surprised by her lack of response. Then it dropped away. "Sorry." he murmured quietly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the quiet room.

Y/N tensed, the word echoing through her like a gunshot. It was the last thing she expected from him.

He took a step back, his boots scraping against the floor, and she felt the space between them grow wider than the room could ever be. "I shouldn't have—"

"It's fine," she interrupted, her voice tight. "Just don't—do that again."

He nodded, his silhouette stark against the moonlit window. "Won't."

The quiet stretched between them, thick as tar. Y/N could almost feel the thunder rolling in, could almost taste the electricity in the way his eyes never left her, even as he turned away.

The silence was a living thing, wrapping around them, tightening until she couldn't breathe.

And then she did it.

Y/N rolled onto her back, meeting his gaze with a challenge she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in.

"Please," she whispered, the word barely a breath, but it seemed to fill the room, to echo in the shadows.

Bucky's eyes widened, the shock in them almost comical if she wasn’t so deadly serious. He searched her face for some sign that she was joking, that this was just another round in their never-ending bout of one-upmanship. But she didn't flinch, didn't back down.

Slowly, with a gravity that made the air in the room thicken, he leaned in again, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed over her cheekbone, sending a shiver through her that she didn’t bother to hide.

Y/N’s breath stuttered as his thumb continued to trace the line of her jaw, the warmth of his palm a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. Her heart was racing, and she could feel the blood pulsing beneath his touch.

His gaze dropped to her mouth, and she knew he was thinking the same thing she was. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a silent question hanging in the air.

Then, with a soft growl, he leaned in, his hand sliding around to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. The touch was firm but gentle, a promise of what was to come.

Bucky's thumb pressed against her jaw, guiding her to tilt her head back, exposing her throat. His eyes never left hers, the blue depths filled with something that looked a lot like hunger.

Y/N's breathing grew shallow, her pulse racing as she waited for it, the moment when he'd finally close the distance, when he'd finally give in to whatever this was that had been building between them for so long.

And then it happened. His hand tightened, not painfully, but enough to make her aware of his strength. He bent closer, his breath warm against her skin, and she felt the pressure of his palm against her throat, the tips of his fingers just grazing her pulse.

He didn't squeeze. Not really. It was more of a gentle hold, a silent declaration that he could if he wanted to, but he didn't. It was a heady feeling, a mix of fear and desire that made her knees weak.

For a heartbeat, they remained that way, locked in a silent dance of power and submission.

And then, just as suddenly, he let go, his hand falling away like a lead weight.

Y/N gasped, her heart hammering, the sudden release leaving her dizzy. She reached up, her own hand trembling as she touched the spot where he'd held her, as if to reassure herself she was still in control.

Bucky stepped back, his eyes on her like he was waiting for a reaction, for her to push him away or to demand more. But she just lay there, watching him, breathless, the air around them charged.

The silence was a living, pulsing entity, wrapping them in anticipation.

Then, she sat up, her eyes never leaving his, and reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. The fabric whispered against her skin, and the room grew hotter. She tossed it aside, leaving her in a bra that barely contained the fullness of her breasts.

Bucky's eyes flickered to the expanse of her exposed skin, his breath hitching slightly. The hand that had been at her throat curled into a fist at his side, as if fighting the urge to reach out again.

"What are you doing?" he rasped, the question laced with a warning, with the thirst of a man who'd seen too much war and hadn't tasted peace in a very long time.

Y/N met his gaze, her own eyes dark with a challenge that mirrored his. "What does it look like?"

He took a step back, his boots echoing in the stillness of the safe house. "We can't," he said, the words coming out forced, as if he didn’t quite believe them himself.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable. "Why not?"

Bucky's jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck standing out like cables. "Because—" He paused, his voice gruff. "Because you're my teammate, and this—" He gestured between them, at the air that seemed to crackle and pop. "This isn't a good idea."

"Why?"

The word hung between them, a simple question that seemed to hold the weight of the world. Y/N could feel the tension coil tighter around her chest, a strange mix of desire and frustration.

"Because it complicates things," Bucky said finally, his voice tight. "Because we're in the middle of a war, and we can't afford distractions."

"Isn't that a little…hypocritical?" she whispered, her voice low, a siren's call in the darkness. "Given that you're the one who started this?"

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes flickering over her, lingering on the swell of her chest above the lacy black bra. "Maybe," he conceded, his voice gruff. "But it's for the best."

Y/N stood, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat of his body, until she could almost taste the denial on his lips.

"Is it?" she murmured, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with her fingertips. "Or are you just afraid of what might happen if we do this?"

Bucky's eyes narrowed, his expression tightening, but she could see the war playing out in the depths of his gaze—desire fighting duty, need battling restraint.

"What might happen?" he echoed, his voice hoarse.

Y/N's fingertips danced over the scar that bisected his lip, the one that she happened to know was from a knife fight in some forgotten corner of the world. "We might find out we're more than just good at fighting together," she whispered, her breath a soft caress against his skin.

Bucky's eyes flared, his pupils dilating until they swallowed the blue of his irises. His hand shot up to capture hers, his grip firm, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a silent question.

Y/N leaned into him, her breath hitching as his hand slid down her arm, his touch setting her nerves alight. She didn’t pull away, didn’t break the spell. Instead, she stepped closer, her body brushing against his.

Bucky’s breath was warm against her neck, his sighs mixing with hers. His hand found the small of her back, his fingertips pressing gently into the taut muscles. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, a silent declaration that he wanted more.

Y/N's pulse hammered, her body leaning into his touch. "Bucky," she whimpered, his name a plea and a warning all rolled into one.

"Fuck it," Bucky murmured, his voice gravelly. "We're gonna try."

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So. What did we think? Part 2? 🤔

[readngandweepng]

talking mostly nsfw of ftm rdr2 boys ft. charles sean (high and low honor) arthur kieran micah and javier with a top reader

MDNI amab reader with no pronouns mentioned. contains afab language and talk of dysphoria, binding, and periods in the first half plus breasts sex etc btw this is long

short first section mostly just sfw about if they feel dysphoria, if they bind, and what they're like on their periods etc.

i really can’t see charles getting much dysphoria at all, if any. part of him wouldn’t really care much how people see him as long as the gang/his friends see him as a man. the way outsiders perceive him isn’t something he thinks of much. even if the gang didn’t see him as a man for whatever reason it’s not something he’ll be that upset about. he’s confident in himself to never doubt his identity, despite any feminine features he bears. however he’s not afraid to knock someone out if they’re seriously taunting him and being a jackass. charles is also a great person to go to if you’re feeling dysphoric. his words are quality over quantity, and even someone with the worst dysphoria can feel a little better after listening to him.

i feel like charles would have a pretty big chest, so if he binds before going out into town he’s really doing it for the sake of holding up his male appearance to avoid any complications. at camp he’d wear baggier clothing just as a general thing but i don’t see him feeling the need to bind as much. he’s really not that bothered by his breasts; they’re just another part of his body to him and that’s about it. he can experience back pain and bodily stress, so it’s possible that binding can help relieve that pain, which in that case he definitely will bind. 

charles gets cramps but he’s pretty good at powering through them. he may hiss in pain every now and then but usually they don’t really get in his way much. though if they get particularly bad charles is a master at finding methods to soothe the pain. his period doesn’t change his mood much, aside from making him a little hungrier than usual. he’ll have extra snacks in his pockets prepared just for his cycle so he can eat while he sits around the fire or does chores. his sex drive also slopes, going from almost non-existent at the start of his period and then gradually getting hornier as it reaches its end. you’ll know his period’s almost over when he starts getting touchy-feely or when you can feel his gaze on you more often. 

sean’s flat chested in my mind, probably the flattest of everyone. maybe used to experience chest dysphoria as a teen but as he got older he started to see his breasts as pecs and now isn’t afraid to waltz around with his shirt off. (probably would have done so anyway, he’s ballsy like that) his hair doesn’t make him dysphoric but he’ll still make sure it’s at its reasonable length. for fun, sean would probably like dolling up, stealing a dress from karen and then prancing around it at camp just to fuck with people and maybe even get a guy to hit on him just to turn around and laugh in his face like an asshole lmao.

unlike charles, sean can NOT handle cramps at all. he’ll be curled up in a ball until they go away, whining and huffing when people tell him to get up and work. and when he is up and about all he does is complain about it hurting. even when he’s not cramping he’ll still be complaining until someone like karen or grimshaw tells him to pipe it down. if someone offers him some herbs or tonic he’ll all of a sudden try to pretend like he doesn’t need it but then will end up downing a bottle of whiskey later just to try and relieve the pain. he’ll also want to have sex with you to cope with his cramps. 

on his period he’s less chatty and a lot more grumpy. snaps a lot when he’s not in the mood to talk and even drinks less at times (when it’s over he’s back to the bottle though). his sex drive surprisingly plummets and he can even be a bit touch-averted. this can happen in spurts, where he’ll be sitting in your lap one minute and then all of a sudden won’t want to touch you again for the rest of the day. his breasts also become very tender even to the point where wearing a shirt that’s just a little bit too tight can be painful or uncomfortable. he’ll let you kiss him on the forehead or give him a side hug but for the most part he’s not as bubbly as he usually is. and when his period’s over he’ll try to wrack pity from you for not giving him enough love and attention.

out of everyone here i think (high honor) arthur would experience the worst dysphoria. he’d try really hard to pretend like the dysphoria doesn’t bother him, but he will be noticeably very happy and feel just a little bit more confident in himself when receiving affirmations from his close friends. if he’s out in town, he greets everyone just the same. he gets a bit of a pep in his step when he hears people referring to him as “mister” as they greet him back. arthur’s heart skips a beat if he overhears someone talking to a woman, fearing that someone’s talking to him. but when he turns around and sees a conversation happening elsewhere his anxiety slowly settles. really he tries to avoid going to town when he’s feeling dysphoric for these reasons, but also because he can’t help but over-analyze himself in other people’s eyes in fear of them seeing nothing but a woman, regardless of his muscles and rugged appearance. in a long-lasting relationship he won’t be as scared and lots of progress can be done however the dysphoria never does go away.

his breasts aren’t too large, but he’d still bind and would need to be reminded to change the bindings or take them off. arthur doesn’t like wearing too many layers so he sees binding as a bit of a hassle, and some days he’s too stubborn to bother with it so he just puts on a thicker jacket and calls it a day. he might need someone to remind him to bind when he goes into town, just for his sake. he can get into a headspace where he feels like he doesn’t need to bind for whatever reason, so having someone there to clear his head is something he’s eternally grateful for. 

when he’s on his period arthur doesn’t really like to admit he’s cramping. if someone asks why he’s groaning in pain he just waves it off and blames it on “being old”. charles and the girls will see through it and only then will he bashfully shrug in admission. he will hesitantly take any remedies they give him and may or may not actually use them. his period definitely physically weakens him a lot more than it may the others. all of a sudden lifting a hay bale feels like trying to carry a whole bison over his shoulder, and even riding his horse feels like a huge chore. he doesn’t get grumpy but he definitely gets depressed. will become more distant and will spend time away from people until his period’s over. his sex drive can randomly spike though. you might see him wander into the woods just to turn around and see him there with rosy cheeks as he asks you if you’d like to accompany him to his tent.

(low honor) arthur feels dysphoria but nowhere near as bad as his high honor counterpart. his dysphoria comes less from his outward appearance and more from within. he speaks to townspeople with trepidation because deep down he’s on edge in fear of hearing even a little bit of hesitation in their greeting. he becomes cold when dysphoric, even with you he’ll try to drive affirming words from you, pushing you to call him mister or to tell him how handsome he looks. he wants validation even when he doesn’t realize it.

lh arthur, even in the midst of dysphoria could really care less about his tits. there’s still some underlying insecurity but overall he could whip them out whenever he wanted to and wouldn’t be bothered. he almost gets off on it to be honest. he’ll use his own breasts to his advantage if he really needs to. both arthur’s in the right mindset can also see their breasts as pecs the same way sean can. lh arthur doesn’t feel the need to bind, but it’s not something he’s never done before. if someone like dutch insists upon it for whatever reason, then fine. but in his own accord it’s not something he cares much about. 

on his period he’s honestly the exact same, except maybe a little more cocky. something about his cycle has him just a tiny bit more confident and in over his head. he’ll be more antagonistic but also flirty. he’s also a huge tease. he’ll sit on your lap and grind into you just to pull away and leave camp for like two days. surprisingly, he won’t have sex on his period, not once. before and after? hell yes. but during? no. he doesn’t know why and neither do you. 

kieran feels some dysphoria, but i think his main problem is just insecurity and anxiety. he’d shrivel up very easy at any rude comments so receiving compliments and assurance goes a very long way. he doesn’t care about his hair length, but he does much prefer having facial hair. feeling/seeing a clean-shaven face on himself can make him feel a bit dysphoric, but again he’s really just anxious about how people perceive him. he will cry if he gets misgendered in public which is why he always has some facial and other visible body hair. over time if he’s around people who support him he will feel less insecure and will slowly garner more confidence until eventually he barely ever feels dysphoria.

i think he’d have pretty big breasts, second to charles. he definitely binds and layers his clothes when he’s anywhere but with his friends or you. if he’s been with people long enough that he doesn’t feel dysphoria anymore he’ll still bind but won’t layer his clothes as much. with you there are some insecurities about not being manly enough for you, but of course that is something that eventually deteriorates over time as your relationship progresses. he most likely will never be able to walk around camp shirtless like sean, but he can loiter in your tent without a top on as long as it’s just you and him, albeit with a very red face. 

his cramps vary. either he has cycles where he’s completely cramp-free or he randomly is struck with pain so bad he needs to sit and curl up in a ball for an hour. he gets a lot of headaches that he needs to sit down for and his sex drive fluctuates a ton; he’ll be super horny for one entire day and then the next he feels absolutely nothing. also gets distant more than usual, sticking to the horses and not making much conversation, and if he does get in conversation he’s somewhat curt and almost impatient, but right when his period is over he’ll be chatting it up with everyone and acting like he usually does.

micah 100% experiences dysphoria that he pushes down like crazy, he’s the second worst to arthur. would never admit to feeling dysphoric, but you can see it in his actions, like wearing a jacket over his shirt even when the weather is warm and hot. on the outside he’s high and mighty but inside he’s going through a literal hurricane. he really doesn’t want to admit that he feels like shit and most likely never will unless you’ve been together for a while. strangely he’d feel dysphoric if his hair was longer past his shoulders, and if he notices it’s even an inch longer than he wants it to be he’ll cut it even if he ends up doing a shit job. he simultaneously feels inner distress about not having a penis but at the same time gets really cocky about having a pussy.

i can’t really decide whether micah either refuses to bind entirely just out of spite or if he’d be too scared to go out without at least some thing around his breasts. he’s not flat by any means but they’re not too big either. he’ll bind or layer up to try and conceal his breasts but if his shirt happened to get undone when at camp and someone makes a comment, a part of him wants to say fuck it and pretend like he’s not bothered and another part of him wants to tear down an entire tent and wrap it around himself. micah’s very capricious, he can be showing off his tits one minute and doubling up on shirts with a jacket on the next. micah’s another one who, overtime and with progress will feel less insecure. 

when he’s on his period you may or may not will be able to tell; he’s snappy, grumpy and mean, but also very depressed. might make a comment to someone passing by but really doesn’t have the energy to continue his taunting further even if he gets a reaction. loses motivation very quickly and gets frustrated with himself often over little things. if he’s particularly sad and angry he’ll make especially mean comments to charles or arthur out of his own projection and insecurity. if he had a cycle where he was mostly depressed and quiet, when it’s over he’ll be twice as bad as he usually is to make up for the lost time lmao. but with you he becomes oddly affectionate, not really possessive but not docile either. he’ll stick to you half the time until he gets in a mood and needs to distant himself. at the end of the day he’ll always find himself back in your tent, snuggling up to you as you sleep.

i don’t see javier experiencing much dysphoria at all unless someone deliberately misgenders him. he’s confident with himself and his identity and isn’t bothered by accidental misgendering but if someone is purposely referring to him as ‘miss’ or calling him a lady to mock him or be an asshole then javier’s confidence dwindles just a bit and he can feel dysphoric, mostly just afterwards when the heat dies down. he’s kind of able to save himself by acknowledging how pretty he is regardless if he were a man or woman, especially when both are visibly eager to chat him up at a bar. your gaze is really all he needs, the mix of hunger and love is enough to overpower any dysphoria he feels.

his chest is about the same size as micah’s. sometimes he binds and sometimes he doesn’t. he honestly might forget most of the time because he’s not too bothered with doing it. he doesn’t care who sees his tits, and if he’s feeling particularly confident he’ll dress up real nice and pop open a button or two to even accentuate them, especially if it gets your eyes and hands on him. similar to charles, javier won’t hesitate to throw a punch at anyone who wants to antagonize him for it, and if it’s someone at camp attempting to get him riled up he’s petty enough to find every excuse in the book to show off his breasts in some way. 

on his period he’s not much in the mood to talk, mainly just wanting to get chores done and get the day over with. has cramps that vary in pain but usually he’s able to power through them well enough with some mental strength and tonics. also gets physically brought down by them, so instead of doing heavy lifting chores he’ll just go fishing instead to contribute. his sex drive spikes but for the most part he loses it. unlike some of the others, it takes longer for javier to bounce back after his period’s over, but when he does he really longs for the closeness he missed prior and he will put aside an entire day or two just to spend it with you.

second section all nsfw here of how your first first time together would be like—talking about them and their body, foreplay, ideal positions, their volume, how they take dick, and what happens after

you may or may not have to be the one to initiate it. if you’re dating charles he already trusts you a lot, so having sex for the first time isn’t something he’s particularly that shy about unless you were very flirty and gave him a lot of attention. he’s not typically self-conscious, but he can get bashful if you stare too much, especially at his breasts. not a lot of pleasure derives from them but he doesn’t mind having them played with if it makes you happy. if he’s already sensitive or you’re in the middle of sex, sucking on his nipples can make him moan a bit. if you’re really into his breasts, charles will purposefully incorporate them into sex just for you. he’ll ride you either with his shirt off or undone, if he’s on his back and his hands are free he’ll squeeze and caress them, etc.. for the most part as long as you’re happy then he’s happy too. charles does get a little kick out of you staring at him because he does like feeling wanted. if you’re looking at him like a love-sick fool he’s going to end up being the more dominant one, sitting in your lap to kiss your lips and neck, being sure to leave at least one mark because he’s a bit cheeky like that. he’ll love it if you run your fingers through his hair, not to pull it or yank on it but it does make him shiver a little bit, especially when you graze his spine or the back of his neck. he’d also like it if you left a mark on him too, so it almost feels like you’ve claimed each other in a way. 

compared to some of the other boys, charles takes a bit longer to get ready. he doesn’t get as wet as fast, and if you’re spontaneously having sex (compared to having planned a night together) then he’ll need more foreplay or at least some pomade to use as lubricant. this stays true no matter how long you’ve been together. charles is often a giver, but if you decide that you want him to lay back and just enjoy it then he will be happy to do so as long as you give him a chance to return any favors. he likes being fingered, and fingering him while you eat him out is the quickest way to get him soaking and ready for you. he’ll want to go down on you too, just because he likes (and is good at) doing it. he might accidentally make you cum though so it can be best to do that first. and charles recovers fast, if you make him cum once or twice it doesn’t sway him, he’ll still be able to take you just fine.

he takes it slow and steady. if you’re inexperienced then he’ll ride you and do the work. he tries not to let his desire accidentally soil your first time together, making sure that he rocks his hips at a consistent leisurely pace. if you’re experienced or you just want to be on top of him then charles will let you take the reins, he’s not picky at all how you’re positioned in general. he’ll keep his hands either on your shoulders or settled on your back. with charles there isn’t a lot of switching places mid-sex, however if he’s riding you and he cums first, you can gently flip him onto his back. he’ll buck his hips up into yours until you’re close before sweetly reminding you to pull out because it’s easy to forget when you’re inside him. even though charles isn’t picky about your positions, he does like to be physically close or pressed against you, favoring to feel your skin against his. there’s a lot of touching and squeezing and kissing, mostly from him. he won’t take it to heart if you can’t focus on anything but his pussy to be honest. 

doesn’t matter if you’re at a hotel or at camp, charles is pretty quiet. if you’re in missionary and in control of the pace, he’s a little louder, at least moaning loud enough for only you to hear if you thrust into him just right. when he gets near orgasm is when his volume picks up. he’ll go quiet for a second before letting out a shaky moan as he cums. if you’re loud, he might prefer riding you so that he can easily control your volume and/or shush you with his hand. it won’t embarrass him if someone were to overhear, he mostly favors the quietness for the sake of others especially for people back at camp. charles can also be a little louder depending on how many times he’s already orgasmed. each orgasm takes longer and longer to build up, so with the added overstimulation it can make him moan as long as you’re fast and deep with your thrusts.

charles is great at taking dick, honestly takes it the easiest out of everyone here despite him needing more preparation. doesn’t matter how big or thick you are, you’ll slide in nice and easy. he might need a second to adjust but he’s ready to go the minute you bottom out. charles’ pussy is a bit more creamy than it is actually slick, but he can take you at any speed just fine. his hips are wide and he’ll like it if you grab onto them as you fuck into him. he’s good at keeping his legs wide open and spread too so you won’t have to worry about accidentally cumming inside of him. his pussy is also very good at gripping you so you might need to pull out a little earlier than you’d think. charles needs clitoral stimulation to cum, so it works anyway. pull out and finish him with your tongue and fingers then cum on his stomach. he’s not picky where your cum goes, and if it’s on him then that just means you both can have a dip in the lake later. 

charles doesn’t need a lot of time to recuperate after he cums. he’s immediately relaxed and definitely very pleased. he’s not all that sensitive, so if you haven’t cum yet he’ll gladly let you keep fucking him to reach your peak. he won’t hesitate to help you in other ways, whether it’s jerking you off or using his mouth, he’ll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make you cum because he wants sex to be satisfying for the both of you. you’re both making love, and even though it doesn’t have to be ‘romantic’ he still wants it to be fun and sweet. and if you for whatever reason can’t cum, he doesn’t take any offense at all, and he’ll even really love the challenge. again, charles has a lot of energy. if you want to go for a second round? he’s up for it. maybe even a third, if you can handle him. he’s also totally up for sex while you’re cleaning up and bathing.

sean doesn’t care how long you’ve been together, he wants you to fuck him. if you’re not already dating, it’ll be a breeze for him. however if you’ve been together for a while, surprisingly sean might be just a little bit shy. this would be real for him; you’d be making love, really, not just fucking. you’d have to get him to slow down, stop him from tearing his shirt off and getting your pants undone before you’ve undressed everything else. feel him up over his clothes, he’ll like feeling you press your palms against his nipples. kiss him on his lips, his face, his neck chest hands whatever. his face will light up and get hot, and once you’ve undone the buttons on his shirt to reveal his chest he’ll be squirming telling you to get on with it already. because it’s sean we’re talking about he’ll want to jump the gun, so just take it slow and ignore his squabbling. the slower you take it the better it is for him, he just doesn’t want to admit it, but it is a very satisfying result once you actually jump into things. 

sean’s a greedy boy, he’ll gladly lay back and have you do all the work. he’ll wrap his legs around your head as you eat him out and he’ll beg for you to slip a finger or two (or three) in alongside your tongue. he gets wet very fast over almost everything you do, so you won’t have to worry too much about preparing him. tell him to get on his knees and he’ll do it in a heartbeat; sean gets a little bit in over his head so he’ll suck you off but you’ll have to grab his hands so he doesn’t touch himself. most likely he’ll cum once or twice (probably by accident) before you actually have sex. but just give him a minute and he’ll be ready to go in no time. he’s the opposite of charles, once he gets an orgasm in him the others cum in like clockwork. he likes foreplay but he likes sex better. he does secretly like having you be in control of his orgasms though, and he’ll be a lot wetter (and noisier) if you hold him back from cumming before you’re in him. 

he’s not gonna care what position you put him in. automatically he’s on his back with his legs open, but if you want to flip him onto his side or his back then he’s completely on board with that too. being able to see your face gets him going. if you want him to ride you he might whine a little about it but the minute he’s sitting on your dick he shuts up real fast. he’s sporadic and all over the place, so if you’re into that then you’ll love having him in your lap, though he’ll try to rush things and he’ll 100% forget to get off your lap before you cum but thankfully he’s light and easy to push off lmao. if you take him in missionary you’ll have to be careful because sean’s a leg locker, it’s the only position with him where you’ll actually struggle to pull out. he genuinely does it by accident because his head just gets so hazy and even if he hasn’t cum yet he’s going to be very fucked out. he just wants more and more of you, so naturally he keeps you locked in place. you genuinely might accidentally get him pregnant, so it’d probably be best to have him on his stomach a few minutes before you finish. 

yeahhh, sean’s a little noisy. for some reason he just can’t contain himself. he moans with every thrust and whines with every drag, and even when you’ve stopped he’ll just be talking. the only way to make him be quiet aside from stuffing something in his mouth is to fuck him so fast that his voice gets caught in his throat. when he cums he’ll let out a long and loud moan but at least for the most part he’s quiet. it’s better to rent out a room with sean, at camp he already gets enough flack from everyone. not that sean wouldn’t love to rub it in people’s faces, but for everyone’s sake it’s just a better option. this is also why it’s a good thing to put him on his stomach so that the bedding muffles him. it’s not perfect but at least it’s something. overtime you might be able to train him to be a little less noisy. 

sean’s not the worst at taking dick. he tenses up a little too much sometimes, and with his overzealous personality he often bites off more than he can chew. he’s very tight, but he gets soaked rather quickly. he takes dick the best on his stomach or in your lap. he’s messy, so he’ll just be rutting his hips into yours inconsistently. preferably you’re the one to take control, either bouncing him in your lap or pulling him back to meet your hips. he’s sloppy on his back but if you’re on a comfortable hotel bed he likes it when you press him down flat against it, keeping his arms and legs down or even just one leg thrown around your hips and one pressed down. sean can cum with or without clitoral stimulation but during sex he gets forgetful so you’ll have to be the one to rub his clit. clitoral stimulation does also drain his energy a lot more, so he’ll recuperate less quicker and become much more sensitive. 

afterwards sean is a total wreck. he simultaneously is bouncing off the walls but is also ready to pass out. he likes to act dramatic, like you’ve wrecked him so hard that he couldn’t possibly do any chores for the next week.. (he wants you to offer to do them for him.) he likes being kissed after, it makes him feel all giddy and loved. he’s very ticklish, so honestly tickling him a little after sex really isn’t that bad of a way to get him tired since sean doesn’t know when to stop, he might end up trying to rile you up for another round or two. if you don’t take his bait, he’ll curl up in your arms and he’ll be totally conked out for the rest of the day/night. just be sure not to kiss his neck too much or else he’ll really start bugging you to go again. and he’s a heavy sleeper, so once he’s passed out you can clean him up a little and he’ll be none the wiser.

oh arthur. you’ll need to initiate. (high honor) arthur gets so embarrassed just having you kiss him, wanting to make love to him is a huge step. he’s not against it and he knows you’ll treat him right, but his own insecurities seep through that you’ll have to snuff out. he’ll be the shyest you’ve ever seen him, and depending on how you ease him into it he may or may not keep his shirt on. kiss him all over and give special attention to his neck. he gets red and bruises easily but it riles him up and gets him shivering at every touch. gently touch him over his clothes and slowly trail your hand under his shirt to squeeze his waist. give him lots of verbal praise, arthur will gain his confidence soon. once he does, he’ll guide your hand where he wants you to touch him. if he takes his shirt off, kiss his chest. his nipples are sensitive, so sucking on them gently will get him wet embarrassingly fast. he has performance anxiety, so you’ll have to take a domineering role until his worries settle (they never truly go away but they can be pushed aside). he is very sensitive altogether, emotionally and physically. his heart is constantly racing, both out of good and bad anxiety. once you get into a rhythm, he’s less scared, and if you can get his brain to turn off then he’ll be laying back and soaking in all the love and attention you give him. 

arthur’s not too sure what to do with himself, so you’ll need to take the reins. trail kisses from his lips to his stomach, and then to his heat. before taking off his jeans, grind yourself against him. he’ll look up at you with a sickeningly sweet expression until you slowly undress him. then you can drag your thumb across his folds before circling his clit. he’ll buck up, but he’ll let you carefully hold him down. kiss him, and when he feels wet enough, slide a finger into his heat. arthur will be blushing like crazy, probably even call you dirty for doing this, but make sure that you tell him how handsome he is so that he doesn’t get too in his head. he’ll enjoy any way you touch him, but most of all arthur loves to hear you tell him how handsome and strong he looks. whisper in his ear how well he takes your fingers and he’ll twitch and groan. his cunt tightens around you like a vice, mention it and he might just cum on the spot. foreplay will be a big part of sex for him. feeling how hard you are through your jeans just from kissing and licking him surprisingly gets him going. if you go too slow he might make a joke to hurry you up, but really his heart is swelling at your care and attention.

for your first time together arthur’s gonna be somewhat self-conscious, naturally. he’ll want to be on his back where he can move around as he pleases but still have you doing the work. in the future this changes but for now he wants you to be in control. arthur’s good at staying still, very obedient. you most likely won’t be switching places, unless arthur cums first. if arthur cums before you do he gains a newfound confidence and insists on riding you to bring you to orgasm. this is how arthur’s anxiety quells, when he knows that what he’ll do will be good and pleasurable. when his touch makes your cock twitch inside him and every kiss makes your hips jolt into his he soon starts to understand the power he has. it’s a bit dangerous honestly, but arthur uses it well. arthur wants you two to be physically close, mostly so that he can hide his face in your neck when he gets too shy, but also being held pressed against you because you crave to feel and have more of him is a reminder that he’s loved and that you truly do want him.

arthur tries very hard to be quiet, mostly just letting out low groans or shaky breaths and huffs. He sometimes puts his hand over his mouth to muffle himself if he’s moaning however if you’re not at camp he’ll reluctantly keep his hands over his head to let you hear him if you ask. he’ll be red in the face the entire time but at least you can hear the little moans he lets out when your cock drags along his walls. though arthur isn’t that loud, he does get very wet and slick; unless you’re having slow drawn out sex, things can get noisy very quickly. hearing his own pussy can make him shy, however it does bring him to orgasm faster. he finds it embarrassing, but if you love it he just gets so red and he can’t help but tighten around you if you tell him just how much you love it. if you’re vocal, whispering in his ear or groaning at how he feels it has him reeling. he wants to shush you, but he can’t help that it really does him going. arthur also can have kind of a dirty mouth by complete accident. like he’ll be so into it he might let it slip that he’s been thinking about this for ages and his face just gets so hot that you can literally feel it when he hides it in your shoulder. 

arthur struggles at first taking your dick. he tenses up so you’ll have to soothe him, caressing his thighs and hips. he’s tight, but once you’ve bottomed out his pussy has your dick in a chokehold. he loves resting his heels on the small of your back and pulling you into him. he wraps his arms around your shoulders so you can tease him by all of a sudden stopping and he’ll desperately keep fucking up into you to keep taking your dick. after some time of course he stops tensing up, and in no time sex is smooth sailing. he’s the second best at taking dick overall. and he does know how to ride, his hips aren’t just for show. it’s shocking how worried he was about his performance when he literally can make you lightheaded just from the way he bucks his hips. like before, he doesn’t realize the kind of ability he holds until later. but once he gets the hang of it you’re really going to be in trouble.

arthur is most likely going to be pretty tuckered out. all the anxiety building up and then being overwhelmed by so much love and pleasure, it tires him out real fast so there won’t be a spontaneous second round after your first time with arthur. he might be a little blissed out so you’ll have to help clean him up or wrap a blanket around him. he’ll let out a big sigh before rolling over and letting you wrap your arms around him. hold him close because truthfully he’ll be a little scared of you leaving. kiss him and don’t forget to tell him how good he did, arthur loves it. he’ll try to shoo you away if you get too lovey-dovey but he loves and appreciates it so much. internally he doesn’t always believe the praise you throw at him, but still his heart picks up speed and he may even cry a little bit, just don’t mention it. 

(low honor) arthur’s all confidence. if he doesn’t get to bed you within the first week of meeting you then success! you’ve tamed him, somewhat. he’s very seductive and knows exactly what to do with his body and how to twist his words. he’ll try to tease you by stripping slowly and grinding into you until you get impatient. you might have to wrangle him a bit just to get him to stop teasing but it’s entirely in his nature. he brings your hands to touch him, making you grab his tits or connecting your hips together. when he kisses you he’ll bite your lip before having you say out loud that you want to fuck him. he likes getting you frazzled, so if you’re unlucky he might end up pulling himself away entirely to get you riled up until you chase after him. he also will definitely mark you up, making sure at least one is visible for everyone to see. he’ll keep his favorite ones in places where only he can see and access them.

foreplay with lh arthur is slow. either he’s teasing your dick, dragging his tongue up and down it and suckling on the tip or you’re eating him out as he tells you how to touch yourself through your clothes. he’ll make you edge yourself as you finish him off with your tongue, promising that he’ll make it up to you. lh arthur likes spreading himself open with his fingers, inserting three right away, not to stretch himself out but just to show you how much he can take. he won’t want to get prepped too much because he likes the burn of your cock splitting him open. however he’ll shove your dick down his throat and make you cum once or twice in record time so once you fuck him it’s almost painful. if you’re really too sensitive, surprisingly he will give you a break and not overstimulate you, even though he really wants to. instead he’ll let you overstimulate him, although with lh arthur it’s not exactly painful. 

he’ll let you have some control before taking over. he likes riding you, first letting you lay him down and slowly fuck him until he sits up and starts kissing you. the way he kisses makes you feel hypnotized, and once you stop fucking him out of forgetfulness is when he’ll push you onto your back and ride you. he also likes sitting on something, a crate or bedside cabinet maybe so that he can pull you close into him with his legs and keep you trapped there. he’ll just tease you if you start worrying about pulling out. he’s also a leg locker, except he does it on purpose, so he wants a position where he can keep you in place easily. if you can’t afford the risk then he’ll let you pull out as long as you promise someday you’ll cum in him like he really wants. 

naturally he’s not actually that loud except for groans and huffs and dirty talking, but he sometimes likes to raise his volume deliberately so that someone overhears. lh arthur isn’t shy, he’ll take any excuse to kill two birds with one stone by teasing you and also letting people know he’s getting fucked by you. if you try to shush him he’ll laugh saying it’s your fault for fucking him so well but you both know he’s full of shit. if you’re in a hotel he doesn’t feel the need to raise his volume unless the law was near, the risk of getting caught turns him on like crazy. the best option would be to have sex camping out in the woods where he doesn’t feel the need to show you off and he can (reluctantly) be kind of normal for once, although he’ll still give you condescending praise just to get you riled. also know that if you can really fuck him just right he’ll let out a completely real and sweet moan that is reserved only for you. he tries to ignore how it makes you twitch inside of him even more so than when he plays it up.

he takes dick like an absolute champ. truthfully, out of everyone lh arthur is the most experienced due to his fearlessness and thrill-seeking personality. i can see him honest to god pretending that he’s a virgin at first just to see the look on your face when you momentarily believe him. again, lh arthur isn’t shy. he’s not as tight or wet, but he knows how to grip his cunt around you and how to work his hips. he’ll make you lightheaded the second you’re bottomed out. he loves making you feel so good that you’d want to stay inside him forever even when it hurts. he’ll want you to cum in him because he loves being filled with your spend and telling people about it. and he’s got a lot of energy, he doesn’t get as sensitive; you’ll end up clocking out waaay before he’s even close to being tired. he’ll feign desperation, pleading you to give him just one more. he won’t push you if you say no, but if you fall for it and humor him it most likely won’t just be “one more”. he has a high sex drive, and his loyalty to you also means you’re the one who has to help satiate him.

afterwards, depending on the events prior he either will be tired enough to sleep/give himself a break or he won’t be anywhere near done. you’ll have to have a lot of stamina to keep up with lh arthur, and even more mental strength just to handle what he dishes out. he’s a little restless, so if you’re tuckered out and ready to hit the hay he might end up leaving you for the time being to go hunting or robbing folk. if you can really manage to strike his heart, he’ll lay down with you and at least stay with you until you fall asleep. he’ll have a hand on you the whole time, and his staring may come off as a bit weird at first but internally he’s going through a lot of different thoughts and feelings. you may or may not hear him whispering into your skin as you drift off to sleep. you’d have to be real special to tame this arthur morgan. 

kieran’s going to want it sweet and romantic. having sex with him will always be intimate and full of love, especially for your first time. he’s completely head over heels and at your mercy. take it slow, but not too slow or else he gets squirmy and (at least at first) he’ll be a little too shy to tell you to pick up the speed. kieran likes having your hands on him, rubbing circles into his hips, holding his hands or squeezing his breasts. he wants to hide away and be shy, but at the same time he wants to be brave and give you himself completely, so undress him with care. he’ll get embarrassed about it but praising him and telling him how pretty he looks makes him preen in delight. he’s very sensitive, shivering when your breath lightly grazes his skin. blow on his nipples and they’ll perk up real quick. he likes having his chest squeezed and fondled, even if he can’t bear to look at you when you do it. his face gets red and warm, and even with everything his favorite thing is feeling you kiss him. 

foreplay is huge for kieran, especially for your first time making love. start with kissing him and holding him in your arms until he feels comfortable enough to move things forward himself. kiss his neck and ask him how he’s feeling, and if he’s feeling confident then take off your shirt and help take off his. kieran loves feeling your skin against his and it makes his heart flutter when you pull him flush against you. when you get into it he’ll like sitting down with his back against your chest as you pull his slacks off before having him spread his legs. he’ll squirm as you gently open him up with your fingers. they’ll glide between his folds with ease due to how wet he is. his legs will try to close automatically, but with the combination of kisses being placed on his neck and your fingers stretching him he gets so flustered he can’t think straight enough to be self-conscious anymore. he also likes dry-humping as foreplay, it makes him feel less insecure and it feels good to have your hardened dick against his heat. it gets him desperate, so you may actually hear him beg for you in your ear. 

kieran likes having his hands above his head, even though it makes him feel extremely vulnerable. he trusts you, though, and truthfully he enjoys how exposed he is. when he sees you gazing down at him with so much love and affection it makes him want to cry, which he does. hold his hands in yours as you fuck him, keeping him close. he’ll wrap his legs and arms around you in seek of warmth and comfort. he wants to be in a position where you can easily kiss his lips. kieran wants to feel loved and needs to be reassured. kiss his tears away and remind him of how much he means to you. then fuck him till he can barely move so you can pamper him and give him even more attention. and before he cums, lift one of his legs up and he’ll tighten around you so hard it’ll make you dizzy. he also loves feeling your hands gripping his waist or pressed against his stomach as you take him. 

kieran’s somewhat loud, somewhat quiet. he doesn’t realize he’s loud but he is. he’s more talkative, rambling about how good you feel. he’s actually got a pretty dirty mouth, but only far during sex when he can’t completely think straight because afterwards he’s totally embarrassed about it. if he’s not talking then he’s whining and moaning with your name slipping out occasionally. kieran feels comfortable with you, but having sex in a room rented out or somewhere far from camp will calm him much easier. it also means he can be as loud as he wants and doesn’t have to hold back without someone getting on his case about it. kieran would really enjoy a partner who’s talkative, someone who can whisper in his ear and talk dirty to him. it gets him soaking, which also makes actually fucking him loud too. he’ll get embarrassed hearing his own pussy squelching around your cock but it still drives him crazy. keep his legs down spread open and it makes him moan up a storm.

kieran takes dick well. at first he can be a little tense, but it’s mostly just nerves. he wants to perform well for you and wants to make you feel just as good as you make him feel. once the nerves have dissipated and he’s completely calm and in the moment his cunt suddenly grips you with fervor. he’s both tight and also not at the same time, but your dick glides into him so smoothly. his pussy practically sucks you in and his legs locking around your waist makes it difficult to resist fucking him deep. kieran’s another one you have to be careful with, once he’s in the headspace he can’t think straight for himself. he’ll want you to cum in him, and if you’re not quick enough to react to him keeping you in place deep inside him then you’re gonna have a pregnant kieran on your hands very quickly. 

afterwards kieran may or may not be knocked out. he’s a sweet crybaby, so after he might tear up again. he loves you so much, and he’ll tell you that a million times until he’s too sleepy to get any words out. kieran will get sad if you get up and leave to wash up, grabbing onto your wrist or an article of clothing you’re wearing so that you’ll stay with him and hold him. he wants to be wrapped up in your arms, feeling your skin against his. if you’ve got blankets, he wants to be boxed in your warmth. right after sex kieran doesn’t care about the mess, he just wants to snuggle up with you and sleep. he’ll be too overwhelmed for another round, but the next morning he’s going to want a bath and he’ll be happy to let you help bathe him. after too, it’ll be all he thinks about for days, so most likely the next time you have sex it’ll be him shyly requesting it.

micah’s another one who bites off more than he can chew. he’ll act all confident saying he’s not scared of nothin’ until the situation actually dawns on him and all of a sudden he’s trying to hide his face behind his hair or hat. he’s self-conscious and even when you’ve been together for a while he’ll keep his shirt on. your first time together is most likely not full sex, but instead just getting him off to help him adjust to an intimate setting. when you do have penetrative sex he’s shaking. you need to be slow with micah because this isn’t something he’s used to, but once you’re further into it and you’ve convinced him to just lay down and turn off his brain then he’s better about it and manages to relax and just take the pleasure you’re giving him. may or may not even cry too, but because he’s never felt truly loved before not because he’s in pain. he’s scared sex will make him feel like a woman, but with enough confirmation from you he loosens up and for the most part the fear and thoughts subside. of course in the future he’s less anxious, but for a new setting it’s absolutely terrifying to him. he won’t be very vocal, so you’ll kind of have to observe him and figure out what he’s okay with, where squeezing him is uncomfortable and where it feels good. he flushes at kisses really easily, and giving lots of those will make him huffy. he wants to push you away so badly but inevitably he loves it. 

he’ll want to skip the foreplay first, half out of embarrassment and half out of thinking foreplay isn’t ‘manly’ enough to him. however once you convince him to let you do your thing and you’ve got your mouth on him he’s like putty. being eaten out is a luxury he surprisingly loves to indulge in. sucking on his clit has him almost wailing, he might actually need to put a pillow over his face to muffle and ground himself. once you have your fingers in him he’ll be convulsing around them and he won’t even notice that he’s grinding back onto them. he can get fussy, telling you to hurry up and ‘get it over with’ but his mouth will shut the second you spread his legs any wider. micah likes getting his pussy slapped, and even if you feel it’s a little too rough for a first time, he’ll genuinely fold beneath you at the feeling of your hand or cock slapping against his clit. he may or may not suck your dick if he’s feeling confident enough to, most likely he’ll give you a hand job if you feel it’ll settle his nerves. he’s intimidated of course but with time he gets his own rhythm going and ends up being pretty amazing at it. 

at first he’ll probably want to be on his stomach where he can’t see your face and vice versa. but if he was the one to initiate, he’ll try to ride you as a spur of the moment thing until he’s actually hovering over your dick and realizes he doesn’t know what to do and he turns bashful. his face gets red very easily so he’d instinctively want to hide it. he’ll groan everytime you pull him into a kiss, and his eyes get a little glossy when he hears you whisper into his neck as you nip and suck on it. micah shivers every time your hands move his hair out of the way, and feeling you grip it when you fuck him from the back makes his heart swell and his cunt throb. being on his stomach also means he can muffle his moans, but if anyone overhears him anyway at least he can say he’s having better sex then they are. if you take him on his back, expect him to keep his head down the whole time. he won’t say it but he’ll love it if you move down closer to him where he can put his face in your shoulder and also wrap himself around you. his head will end up falling back when he’s close but at that point he can’t think straight enough to care. 

micah isn’t that loud no matter where you’re having sex. he’ll huff and puff a lot and he’ll sound like he’s out of breath almost every second you’re fucking. he does moan, but he tries to hide it. usually it’s when his clit is being stimulated, he’ll start with a groan but when you’re thrusting into him and circling his clit at the same time his back will arch and moans will eventually spill out of him. he’s the loudest when he’s cumming when your cock is as deep in him as it can get and you’re palming at his clit in sync with your thrusts he’ll moan as he gushes onto your cock before going limp and only letting out heavy breaths and incoherent mumbling. it is possible to get him real loud if you’re continuously fucking him and hitting a specific spot without stopping then if he doesn’t choke on his breath you can manage to rack out some real moans from him. over time as your relationship progresses and he gets more confident/comfortable something in his brain will switch off and you’ll find that he starts letting out soft moans just from kissing his neck or squeezing his hips. he doesn’t talk much during sex, at least not for your first time. he may say something to provoke you into fucking him rougher but besides that he doesn’t trust himself to speak without stuttering or moaning. he’d secretly love a loud partner though, either someone who groans in his ear because he’s making you feel that good, or someone who talks a lot since he gets off on dirty talk. 

micah is of course another boy who gets real tense the first time he takes your dick. it frustrates him because he wants to appear fearless, but in reality it’s a new intrusion for his body and he fears the vulnerability that comes with it. it helps to soothe him not with words but with actions, thumbing circles into his hips and thighs or kissing him all over his face and neck and chest; really anything to distract him from the imposing length sliding into him between his legs. he’ll be gripping your arm or back, literally digging his nails into your skin as he adjusts to your size, but once you’ve bottomed out he goes still for a second as his brain attempts to catch up with everything. he’ll be tight around your cock until you start fucking him open, and then he’ll be an almost perfect fit, only tightening around you when you try to pull out to slam back into him. slow your thrusts down and micah will fuck himself back onto your cock. once he has you there’s no going back, he’ll reach back and grab your legs if you try stopping. micah’s another one who wants your cum in him but he won’t be bothered by you pulling out so long as you cum on his ass or back. he’s also like hh arthur where he overtime starts to understand the power he holds with just his pussy, and if you thought micah was bad already then you don’t even know the half of it.

after he’ll be really overwhelmed, though he won’t admit it. if you ask how he’s feeling he’ll say something kind of like “could be worse” or “just fine” but in reality he’s blissed the hell out. his heart is racing but if you point it out he’ll blame it on the adrenaline and blind lust. micah’s kind of like a once abandoned and malnourished kitten that’s being fed and given a new home. he’s stubborn but helplessly putting himself in your hands. he can’t completely believe that you love him, at least not entirely but nonetheless he can’t deny (even though he wants to) that it feels good to be held in your arms so he’ll ‘let’ you gently push his head down to rest on your chest. he’ll shoo your hand away if you try to clean him up. micah also won’t be up for a second round, he’ll be too sensitive. he takes a while to recuperate after an orgasm, both physically and mentally (even after just a single round his pussy gets all puffy and tender) but there is a chance that the next morning (if he hasn’t run off somewhere for a job) he’ll want to go again, however you’ll have to actually figure that out yourself because no way in hell is he going to actually tell you with his words. 

with javier your first time together will more likely than not be in a hotel room that he rented out after a well-paying job. javier knows he’s pretty, he’ll make sure he’s sitting up straight so that you get a good view of his body as it’s complemented by glossy damask and dim lighting. his hair will be down, freshly washed and brushed. he smells of stolen cologne, and when you put his hand to your lips to kiss it you can smell a small spritz of perfume. he’s a swift romantic, holding onto either side of your face as you kiss, beckoning you to run your hands through his hair and down his body. he’ll scold you with a smile if he feels you getting too handsy, but it’s just an excuse so that he can press your hands down against the silk sheets and let him have his way. javier will rock into your clothed hips and then act like you’ve done something perverse when he feels you hardening against him. he’ll undress after making sure you’re staying still, slowly undoing each button with grace until his shirt falls from his shoulders and is pushed onto the floor. javier will love it if you’re impatient because then he can watch you writhe beneath him as he just barely gives you enough touch to keep you painfully hard. he’ll also give you a mark or two on your neck, half because he loves giving you any kind of touch and half because he wants people to know that you’re together (as if they don’t already know). 

he’ll make you cum first, to your surprise. he jerks you off, slowly, to make you think he’s just trying to get you hard. but your mistake will be telling him you’re close, because he’ll just jerk you off faster until you cum on his hand. why does he do this? just to torture you, most likely. maybe he ‘cleans’ your dick, taking you completely down his throat until you cum again, and then he’ll get on his back and spread his legs to circle and slap his clit, taunting you in a mixture of spanish and english. he wants you desperate, he wants to see the look on your face when your cock enters him and how even when you’re so sensitive that it hurts you’ll still fuck him. he’ll push you away if you try putting your mouth on him, teasing you about ‘being in a rush’. he’ll arch his back and spread his folds to show off his glistening cunt. javier is patient, and even more sadistic. he wants you pleading and throbbing for him.

javier isn’t picky about positions, but he’ll definitely want to see your face for your first time together. he’ll ride you and it’ll be both the best and worst experience of your life. he’s good with his hips, but he’s a little bit too good. he knows how to make you feel good and he knows far too well how to get you to the brink of insanity. he goes slow first to figure out his rhythm and he’ll mentally note every reaction you make to what he does just so he can use it against you. he’ll bounce in your lap before slowing to a grind, being sure to take you as deep as he can. he wants to know what makes you twitch and groan and throb and what words make your hips jump into his, and the best way to do that is when he has full control, if you let him have it. take him onto his back and he’ll still do the same except now he has to take everything you dish out, which he can and will. javier will suddenly lift himself off your dick just to watch how your body seeks him out, because no matter what with a pussy like his he will always be the one in control. 

javier can be as loud as he can be quiet. he’s another talkative one where he’ll mostly be trying to get you worked up with condescending praise or whatever he figures out gets you hot and bothered when he whispers it in your ear. he’s at his loudest if you turn the tables on him and get him on his back, preferably after he’s already cum once, then he’ll be extra sensitive but with how much more you’ll need to fuck him to get him close again he won’t be able to hold back. he might exaggerate his moans just a little bit as a way to tease you, especially if he knows there may be someone who will hear it but overall your first time together he isn’t going to be as loud as you may expect however a second round can reveal a different side of javier. if you manage to dominate him then he really has no other choice but to moan about it. give him slow or quick deep thrusts as you circle his clit and he’ll have to bite his lip to quiet him. 

of course he takes dick amazingly well. he doesn’t get wet as quick as some of the others mentioned in this list but that doesn’t matter when the foreplay goes on for so long. his pussy isn’t that slick but it is tight. he knows when to grip around you so that you’re reeling at every roll of his hips, which is why he prefers to ride you because he loves to drive you crazy. and since javier’s a very patient man, he’s not afraid to literally hop off your dick if you’re getting too close to orgasm for his taste. he knows he’s a good fuck and he wants to prolong it as long as he can without driving himself crazy since he does need clitoral stimulation to cum. javier’s a master at controlling your orgasm as well as his own and he’s fully prepared to keep you on the edge until you can’t take it anymore and have to flip him over so you can pound him, which he’ll appreciate the excuse to get back at you tenfold. it’s a dangerous game with javier, and if you manage to find the time to spend nights and days with him it can get a little addicting. 

afterwards you’ll share a bath, where you will both wash up and also have, more likely than not, another round unless you’re really tuckered out. he likes feeling your skin against his when he helps wash you and when you wash him. move his hair out of the way to kiss his shoulder or neck and he’ll let out a pleased hum before resting back in your arms for a while. maybe even suck a spot into his skin so you can match, the thought of others seeing the evidence of your long night together will do things to him. he’ll be less talkative but still making conversation just to fill the silence, mostly teasing you about your earlier actions. when in bed it takes a while for javier to fall asleep. sex energizes him more than it makes him tired unless it was particularly arduous, but he’ll drift off with you easily if you rub circles into his skin and softly kiss him or talk to him in a hushed voice. if you end up being in the mood, he’ll definitely want to have another go in the morning as long as there’s time for him to get another bath afterwards. 

might make a second part for this to talk about more general things. this is my first time writing for sean javier and micah so i hope it's not terrible lmao. was thinking about writing for john but i might have to have some practice. if i add him here ill make a post but i wanted to get this out because i've had this in the works for so long.

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Comfort headcanons!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud, Zack and my bby Vincent

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none, just fluff

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ First little fic after a while, hope you guys enjoy!!

Cloud

★ As we all know, he isn't the best comfort buddy

★ But, through all the years he had to slowly leave behind all his trauma, he definitely has softened up

★ Secretly loves the way you would fall asleep on him after bawling your eyes out

★ Obviously not much of a talker, he prefers to listen and just be there for you

★ I just love to think that it always ends up in a hours-lasting cuddling session, doesn't matter if he was the one who needed to be comforted or the other way around

"It´s fine, really" However, your puffy cheeks said otherwise as you adverted your gaze from him. Your arms hugging your body wearily, soft sniffles and of course, your ragged breathing was all you had let him see. His approach was sincere, walking slowly up to you just to place a hand on your shoulder, he sure had improved on how to just... listen over the years. "Talk to me" But still you wouldn't budge, turning your face from him, embarrassed he had to see you like this once again. So after huffing out a sigh he seemed to have been holding for quite a while now, he placed his left hand on your unoccupied shoulder and pulled you closer to him. Then you let go, ugly sobbing into his chest as you fisted his shirt. His hands trying the most soothing patterns he recalls you drawing on his back after a rough day. He would caress as tenderly as he could, not quite being used to touching a texture softer than the handle of his sword, to hear such pretty cries and not from death. "Sorry, I just-" You hiccuped after you had rambled your sorrows into the tension-filled air of your room. However, he didn't budge, muffling your priceless apologies into his chest as he opted to just hold you for however you needed him to. That was his way of showing you how much he appreciated you, everything you had done to soothe him, he will reciprocate too.

Zack

★ MAJOR comforter

★ I mean, he doesn't even have to do anything, his meere presence is just so comforting

★ He feels bad about it but he loves your face whenever you're grumpy or upset, he just finds your tear-stained cheeks so cute!

★ Oh and btw, you aren't crying more than 5 minutes when he's around

★ He would do anything to make you forget it, want some icecream? He's already bought like 10 of them. A massage? Face down lying on your mattress asap

"C'mon y/n" You felt his saddened voice ring through your ears, his hands holding your waist as you hid your face under your palms. Your cheekbones glistening and getting irritated from the saltiness of your tears, and the more he tried to sneak a peek out of the them, the worse he felt. "Look at me please" He whispered as he delicately placed his still gloved hands over yours, finally prying them off your gorgerous face. "There we go, as beautiful as I remember" You didn't know why, but at first glance, his dumb but somewhat anxious smile looking down at you made you mimic his own expression, earning a playful laugh from him. It really wasn't fair, you thought, you could never be upset around him. "What? Got something funny on my face?" He joked before swiftly moving his hands and reaching the sides of your waist, nagging your sides until he had to catch you from falling on your ass as you laughed. "You're such a dork" You giggled out after he lifted you into his arms, your feet dangling off the floor as your arms were trapped under a bear hug. Hearts beating shakily into each other the more he nuzzled into you. "Yeah, but you love it"

Vincent

★ Tbh I think he's the most compressive of the three

★ Would and will listen to you ramble for hours of necessary, he's such a hopeless romantic

★ Not a fan of physical contact but if you are, he would not complain if you wanted to cuddle with him

★ (I mean this mf is always sleeping on his coffin)

★ Will do whatever you felt more comfortable with, if you just want him to listen and be there, he will, if you want to be alone, he will leave you be (but ofc he later would be looking for you to see if you were fine)

"Who was it?" A sudden deep voice rang through your ears, making you jolt up from the floor as you looked around to spot the source of it. And of course, it was your deary sneaky vampire. "Jesus" You choked out before turning your back to him, telling him that one, he really should stop sneaking on you like that and two, of course it was nothing. Either way, as soon as he heard your pained voice he knew you required some comfort, he's been there already. The more you stepped away, the more he tried to approach you, finally getting to wrap his cold arms on your waist as your back pressed against his chest. . . . You both stayed like that for a while, rocking back and forth as he lulled you, letting you cry out your last tears before you finally felt relief, slumping down on him as sleepiness took over your features.

He huffed out what seemed a quiet laugh before dragging you back into your bed, sitting on it first as he let you nestle on his lap, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you slowly dozed off on him. His cloack sure was comforting.

Bonus!!

"Don't let such a stupid thing get into your head dummy" "Yeah, she's right y/n" You swore you couldn't feel any warmer in that moment, the girl's you've always looked up to were sweeter than ever. And yeah, it was a stupid thing you were upset about too.

Then they both took you on one of the best improvised little dates ever, taking walks and admiring the (not-so-clean) streets of Midgar. Then Aerith took you to her house, Tifa following shortly behind you as they both giggled playfully.

A cuddling session followed closely and you were absolutely living it. Snacking on some homemade food Aerith's mom had worked on the day before and nuzzling your head onto Aerith's chest meanwhile Tifa had her arms around you for behind.

"You both are the best, really"

You sighed out, your eyes not puffy anymore as you glanced at both of them. Earning more sweet comments from the brunnete and nods from the bartender.