#tshirt jeans maybe underwear when he's feeling it

[temeyes]

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[genderflu1dwh0r]

ChanDean - Boss x Assistant au

Heather is the new boss of her father's company ever since he retired, she now holds way more power than she should and is extremely rich. Jason ended up working for his father's construction company, he didn't really want to, but it was the best he could get. One day Jason was working down the street from where the Chandler headquarters was. He was on break and was smoking as he watched the guys get prepared to take the building that they were assigned down.

Heather was walking by; she was planning on going to lunch with one of her assistants when she saw Jason. She furrowed her brows, knowing that she knew him from somewhere, but couldn't figure out who he was. She walked over to him and stared at his face, remembering who he was. When it clicked, Jason was staring back, continuing to smoke his cigarette. They talk, Heather gave him her number to talk more later. She leaves to get lunch.

Later, when Jason gets off of work, he goes back to his shitty apartment and stares at the paper with Heather's number on it. He sets it on his nightstand and goes to sleep. A week goes by, and he still hasn't called, too nervous. When he's getting ready for work, someone knocks at his door. He's only wearing underwear and has his toothbrush in his mouth, but still answers the door. Heather is standing there, her face turns to disgust as she sees him. She is all dressed up with a fur coat, and Jason is just standing there all disheveled.

Eventually she explains that he hasn't called, so she called his father and found out where Jason lived. Jason raises his eyebrows but isn't surprised. He lets her in, she refuses to sit anywhere, tightly gripping her purse. Jason doesn't care, telling her that he is confused on why Heather, out of all people would come visit and spend time with him. She dismisses him and tells him that she has a job opening for him and will get paid way more than what his father pays him. Jason is skeptical but listens.

Heather tells him to think about it and leaves. Jason does in fact think about it, and after the day is over, he goes back to his apartment and calls Heather, telling her that he wants to check out the job. She tells him to come in at 8AM the next morning. 8:45AM, he strolls in, one of Heather's assistants help him into Heather's office. Heather is clearly not amused and tells him to sit down. They talk for a bit before Heather gets up and shows him around the building. She tells him that she has buildings all around America, that he could work anywhere.

Eventually he accepts the job and tells his father that he's quitting and working for The Chandler's. He and his father get into a fight, and it ended with Jason leaving the house with a bloody nose and black eye while his father was inside, drunk and angry. Jason goes back to his apartment and sleeps it off. The next day he is woken up at 6:30AM by a knock on the door. He answers in in his underwear again and is all groggy, Heather is there and tells him to get ready and that he has a big day ahead of him. She puts some bags in his hands, they're filled with new clothes to wear.

Jason groans and goes to get ready, Heather checks out his apartment and laughs when she finds weird shit, like little dinosaur figures and a Barbie with its head ripped off and a bear's head placed on it instead. Jason comes out all dressed, he tells her that he feels like a dork all dressed up and would prefer to wear a tshirt and jeans. Heather tells him that he looks fine(she's lying, she finds him hot) and that he has to do his hair. Once he's all ready, she walks out with him. They separate, him going to his motorcycle and her going to her car. She has a chauffeur, which Jason rolls his eyes at.

(I'll add more later.. maybe lol)

[black--sun]

He takes a half step back and holds up a hand. “That sounds more like the start of castration. You don’t have to keep going.” But he huffs. “Of course it’s not your thing. You hate things being taken away from you.” Though, from time to time, Ichigo likes taking things from him anyway. Pushing Shiro’s buttons is definitely his thing. “That’s true. When do I get to see you put them on?” He highly doubts he wouldn’t find it attractive.

That gets a snort. “Maybe. Or maybe I am good at sharing.”

He squints. “You want me to get them tailored? How desperate do you think I am to wear your panties?” All he wanted was a tshirt or maybe one of those cropped sweaters that make Shiro look like a cross between a model and a porn star. 

That little eep Shiro makes goes straight to his cock and he doesn’t even know why. He catches the jeans at Shiro’s ankles when Shiro lifts his hips, and he yanks them straight down those legs and tosses them off to the side. That's exactly how undressing should be in his opinion. Fast as possible. But they’re gone, so he crawls onto the bed to join Shiro, slinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. He tenses instantly though when the dick under him feels a lot different through the silky underwear than he’s expecting, and it drags a moan from him.

“No,” Well… “Inadvertently maybe. It’s a no blood flow to your nuts thing.” He eyes Ichigo suspiciously for a second. “Just in case you’re wondering, orgasm denial isn’t really my thing.” He’s pretty sure that was already obvious, if it hasn’t been outright stated already. He snorts. “Who said anyone makes it look easy? You’ve never seen me put them on. The trapeze-ing into them isn’t the attractive part.”

He takes the offered glass automatically, but hesitates for a short moment before actually taking a drink. “Is this the start of you tryin’ to get me to forget I watched you put those on?” He asks it with a smirk, amused, and sets the glass aside.

He shrugs. “You just gotta get a bigger size, like an extra large instead'a large, so there’s more fabric where you need it, and take the waist in a little.”

He wants to get his mouth on every part of Ichigo that his fingers are touching. He scoffs lightly, distracted. “Never said you wouldn’t look good in my stuff.” He finds his clothes attractive, that’s why he chose what he did, and Ichigo’s hot all on his own. Of course he’ll look good in Shiro’s clothes. It’s the sharing part he has a hard time with, but they’re building up to it.

He huffs out a little laugh. “I’m sure.” Ichigo can definitely be painful, in many ways. He’s not upset that more people didn’t notice the attractive way. He spins to keep facing Ichigo when he circles around, blinks but otherwise mostly ignoring the lightheaded quality the alcohol provides during the motion. “Yeah.” He agrees, and thinks Ichigo’s about to remedy his jeans still being on when hands slide down his ass. He eeps out a small, surprised sound and looks up at Ichigo when he, instead, finds himself on his back on the bed. Fuck, that’s hot. And dizzying, but that’s probably the three glasses of wine and two shot gunned glasses of bourbon. “Ok, you’re right, these need to come off.” He starts pushing his pants down, lifting his hips off the bed.

[c-kiddo]

nods nods.. same colour palette.. big fan of earthy tones.. except the only blue i wear is very very occasional jeans.. sighs oh i would love to be a True romantic goth but alas i have too much autism to wear such nice fancy clothes. do u have any particular clothing hcs for cr characters? whether that’s subculture-based styles or just colours they tend to wear :0

so true fancy clothes are a autism nightmare.. slimey slippy fabric and stiff clothes. bleh. hmhmm im gonna go with modern au bc thats easier - fjord dresses in peak Just A Dude clothes, like he sees a 5 pack of stripy tshirts in various colours and he's like Oh win. - beau wears basically only athleisure wear when she's not wearing straight up sports clothes. occaisionally she might borrow a silly patterned shirt fjord found somewhere. perhaps everyone thinks its funny to give fjord tropical shirts lol - caleb has autism momence of wear like the same 5 items all year round, all the same colours. also his heavy coat. theyre the good ol trusty clothing items. its all jumpers and corduroy and shirts, mostly second hand and stolen socks. - i think cad has lots of sensory problems with clothes being too tight in the wrong place so he sticks to flowy trousers and certain things he does like (which are all hand-me-downs, second-hand or handmade) . . he doesnt like brand new clothes or how underwear or structured trousers feels at all. also likes sewing wonky things and hand-dyeing and tie-dyeing things :-3 he has a big ragged comfy cardigan (maybe similar design and colours as the official merch one) he found in a donation bin and he adores it - i think molly smells like a musty old charity/vintage clothes shop. he's a jumble of random things from all these places, covered in sequins and jewellery. has a denim jacket absolutely covered in junk, like bits of silk scarves and pins. maybe has turned curtains into a shirt. will wear uncomfy things for the Fashion. looks very funny next to yasha who wears only black cargo trousers and ancient parkas and flannels. she’s dressed like she’s travelling always. - oo o hmm. .. i think veth would have a fun time making her clothes. she loves fabric shops and buying scraps and buttons and things. has a button collection for sure. also crochets and makes polymer clay jewellery and wears lots of fun things.. fave colour is yellow of course. lots of mustard and honey tones. - jes makes polymer clay things with veth ! she's rich and kinda buys too much silly stuff without thinking about it (oh dear...). however she does redistribute the wealth (/hj) via helping her friends get things if they need them, like winter boots n things. she has lots of different stuff. i feel like jes would try out a bunch of stuff.. but she likes dresses and skirts and dungarees because theres pockets for art stuff. she likes fun cardigans/jumpers with patterns and art on them. also has a fancy coat with a big fuzzy hood. also likes patterned tights! and socks, she has so many socks and matching pj sets. ok thats all for now :'-3

[justsomeclintasha]

A hand rubs through her hair slowly, short nails scratching along her scalp. Natasha sighs. It feels good. Suddenly the movement stops and she frowns. It doesn’t start again. Her eyes blink open.

“If I knew stopping would wake you up, I would have done it half an hour ago.”

“Why were you playing with my hair?”

“To keep the circulation going in my arm. You’re laying on it.”

“Sorry,” she mumbles, letting him pull it away. The way he’s looking at her is unnerving. “Why are you in my bed?”

“Take a look around, sweetheart. You’re in my bed.”

“How much of that Asgardian liquor did we drink last night?”

“Too much. At least it prevents hangovers. I can’t imagine.” As she shifts under the covers, her bare thigh brushes his. It occurs to her she is not wearing a shirt, but the blankets are covering most of her chest. She is, thankfully, wearing underwear.

“Clint, are you.. are you wearing boxers?”

“It does not appear so,” he whispers, staring pointedly at the ceiling. An awkward silence stretches between them.

“Did we-“

“I don’t know.”

“Okay. Um.” For once, she’s not sure what to say. Sure, there’s feelings between them. And it’s not like they haven’t shared a bed or seen each other naked. But this is different. They’ve never actually slept together, and she didn’t picture it happening when they were too drunk to remember.

“Clues,” he blurts out, his face red. “We need to look for clues.”

“I don’t feel sticky?” she offers.

“Maybe we cleaned up after?”

“Since when do you clean up anything?”

“Sometimes I do!”

“And you would have last night?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I don’t remember. Do you?” He suddenly feels sick. “Jesus, Nat, tell me I didn’t-“

“Stop. You didn’t do anything to me I wouldn’t have wanted. It would be a mutual decision.”

“But-“

“No. I’m serious. Look at me.” He swallows, forcing his eyes to hers and finding nothing but honesty. “Breathe. We just have to think it over. Is there anything at all you remember?”

“I.. maybe..”

“I remember kissing.” Her eyes drift down to his lips. “A lot of kissing. I remember.. The front door. I remember pushing you up against the door when we came inside.”

“Your necklace.” Fingers touch the delicate arrow on her neck, lightly, as if he’s not sure he’s allowed. His cheeks flush at the memory. “I kissed your neck. You- ah, you.. said something.”

“What did I say?”

“It wasn’t so much words it was more..”

“More what?”

“A moan,” he mumbles so quietly she almost doesn’t hear him. Her hand closes over his. “Do you, you know, notice anything different? Down there? Like um.. are you.. sore at all?”

“Think you would have been rough?” she teases. Immediately his face crumples and she knows she went too far. “Shit. Clint.”

“Please tell me I didn’t take advantage of you.”

“You didn’t.”

“Swear to me, Nat.”

“I swear.” He curses under his breath. “I don’t feel any different. We might have… wait. Your boxers.”

“What about them?”

“I think.. I don’t know, it’s fuzzy. Hang on.” She slips out from under the covers, looking around on the floor. Finally she holds them up. “They have bananas on them. You don’t even like bananas.”

“I thought they were funny.”

“But that’s not the point. I remember them. You got a sports drink from the fridge when we came home-“

“And spilled it,” he finishes. “I remember. Cuz you were trying to take it from me. Dumped the whole bottle in my lap.”

“Well I don’t remember that part. But I do remember being tired. You threw them on the floor with your jeans and we went to bed.” She grabs a clean pair of shorts from the dresser and tosses them towards him, pulling on one of his tshirts.

“So we didn’t sleep together.”

“Nope.”

“Nat, we are never drinking that shit again.”

“Ever.” She drops on the bed, fingers entwining with his. He squeezes.

“Hey maybe since you spilled Gatorade on me you could make the coffee?”

“Still don’t remember that part. But you know, I like the parts I do remember.”

“Really?”

“Kiss me.” Coffee forgotten, his lips press against hers, and he’s already blushing as she pulls him down on the bed.

[badassbuchanan]

Our Secret

Plot: Bucky and Y/N Stark take their secret relationship to the next level and make the most of their alone time

Warnings: smut; oral (male receiving), secret relationship, dirty talk, metal-arm!kink, stark reader, semi-public place, short and sweet.

a/n: hello this is my first post, I’m new. Requests are open, so pop in and let me make your dreams come true!

“There you are.” I smiled with a sigh of relief, flopping down on the couch next to the unexplainably handsome, long haired super soldier. I’d spent the better half of ten minutes searching the compound for my secret lover.

I immediately turned to face him, cupping his stubble covered jaw in my hand as I pressed my lips against his, something that was usually only done in our private rooms.

Bucky’s hand flew to my hip, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he pulled away from the kiss slightly, his head turning to scan the room. “What are you playing at?” His voice came out as a whisper as his eyes met mine. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle at how much he was stressing. “Anyone could walk in and catch us.”

“Mmh mmh.” I shook my head and licked my lips as I inched closer to him seductively. My hand came up to play with his hair, my thigh intentionally placed over his knee. “We’re all alone.”

Bucky’s face almost instantly dropped into a smile, his eyes widening a little with excitement as his hand gripped my hip tighter. “Oh really?” He smirked, his eyes dropping to my lips as he mirrored my actions, moving closer.

I chuckled at his excitement and inched closer to him once again, practically sitting on his lap. “Really.” I confirmed, our noses brushing together and our breaths hot on each other’s lips.

Bucky’s hands slid around to my butt, rubbing up my lower back onto the material of my workout top. He let a little moan slip passed his lips as I tilted my head, arching my back into his touch as our chests pressed together.

“Well what should we do with all this time alone?” Bucky asked, his voice deep and husky as he licked his lips. I could feel his hardening cock against my thigh, my body shivering at the feeling of his metal fingers against my hot skin.

“I have an idea.” I smiled cheekily, my hand palming his chest soothingly over the thin material of his tshirt. I could feel every muscle, every indent in his skin and it only made me crave more of him. For so long I’d wanted to be alone with Bucky, and I’d spent many nights in bed with my thoughts planning exactly what to do when the opportunity arose.

Before he could even ask what my idea was, I pressed my lips against his. Bucky immediately pulled me onto his lap, relaxing into the sofa as he opened his mouth, his tongue nudging my lips apart.

I moaned softly, unable to stop myself from grinding down onto his crotch. I willingly let his tongue play with mine, his hands travelling back down to my ass to squeeze. I could already feel the size of him through the thick material of his jeans and I was eager to finally get what I wanted.

Bucky groaned at the feeling, biting his lip as he pulled me down against his crotch again. My arms wrapped around his neck as I leaned down for another kiss, working my hips into a rhythm with the help of his hands. “Fuck.”

“Language.” I stopped my movements momentarily, raising my eyebrows as Bucky rolled his eyes with a subtle smile, obviously not too impressed with my choice of timing to mock his best friend.

He let his head rest against the back of the sofa, which gave me the perfect opportunity to slide down between his legs and onto the floor in front of him, a mischevious smile on my face.

Bucky arched his eyebrow as he watched me intensely, quickly catching on to what my idea was. I bit my lip, running my hands up and down his thighs as I sat up on my knees.

I let my fingers dance over his jeans before giving his growing buldge a squeeze which caused Bucky’s hips to thrust up to meet my touch. I could feel my arousal dripping onto my panties as I touched him.

Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave mine as I skilfully undid his belt, moving straight to the button of his jeans and quickly working on the zipper.

I knelt up further between his thighs, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to reveal his abs. I let my lips kiss ticklishly over the newly exposed skin as my hand moved inside his open jeans and passed his underwear.

“I want you in my mouth, Buck.” I told him with a sultry tone, not missing the jolt of his hips as my hand finally reached his bare, hard cock.

The furthest we’d ever gone was dry humping. Maybe a little under the bra boob action but never anything like this. We never had enough alone time. Too many people in the compound meant it was easy for people to get suspicious.

I wrapped my small hand around his thick length, pulling him free from the restraining material as my lips reached his pelvis. I smiled against his skin, a little drop of drool forming in the corner of my mouth as my hand ran up his length. I couldn’t wait to taste him.

“You’re so big.” I whimpered softly, finally lifting my head to look at his cock. My jaw went slack as I took in the beauty of his member. The throbbing red tip that was leaking with pre-cum, his thick shaft with a pulsing vein and soft skin. It was all too much to take in. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down and kitten licking his tip.

Bucky grunted when he felt my hot tongue on his cock, fisting at the sofa to stop his hands from grabbing my head and forcing me down his length. His abs clenched as my lips wrapped around his tip, tongue swirling around to collect all of his pre-cum.

“What would your daddy say if he could see you now, baby?” Bucky moaned out with a satisfied smirk on his face. Did my dad like Bucky? Not exactly. Did Bucky like my dad? Not really. Did my dad trust Steve enough to let Bucky join the avengers? Reluctantly, yes. Did I get a thrill knowing that my father, Mr Tony Stark, Mr I-Always-Get-My-Way, would never approve of me and Bucky? Oh, you betcha.

It was one of the biggest reasons we had to sneak around, that and the fact that we both got a thrill out of knowing we had a secret that no one else knew.

I moaned around his tip as a response, causing vibrations through his cock which made his hand come up to rest on the back of my head. He tugged me further down his length gently, which I happily complied with.

I relaxed my throat, my spit coating his length as I took more of him in my mouth. I rested my hands on his thick thighs, his muscles tensing as I started to bob my head up and down.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky groaned, breathing heavily as his head flew back against the sofa. His jaw dropped open, letting his moans flow freely as we were home alone. “Your pretty little mouth feels so good.”

I continued to bob my head, drool dripping down onto his balls as I slid my lips down until his tip hit the back of my throat. A grunt came from him, his jaw clenching as he gripped the back of my head tighter.

The pool of arousal between my thighs was growing with every second, a visible wet patch on the light colour of my tights. As much as I wanted Bucky to push my down onto the sofa and pound my aching pussy, this was about pleasing him.

I lifted my mouth off of him, catching my breath as my tongue glided down his length, paying close attention to the protruding vein. “Bucky,” I dragged his name out with a whine, my tongue running over his neatly groomed balls before sucking on them gently. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Bucky let out a low, animalistic noise as I looked up at his blown out pupils, an innocent look on my face as I moved my lips back up to his tip, opening my mouth so all he had to do was angle his hips and start thrusting.

“You sure about this?” He looked for confirmation and grabbed hold of his length with his flesh hand, the metal one still firmly on the back of my head as I nodded in response and looked up at him in anticipation.

I dug my nails into his thighs as he guided his tip to rub over my lips and tongue, leaving no part untouched. I sighed out in contentment of the attention, closing my eyes as I got lost in the bliss of the moment.

“I love your cock, Buck.” I hummed before taking his tip into my hot mouth, sucking it like a popsicle. He tasted sweet yet so manly. I wanted to keep his velvety length in my mouth forever.

“It’s all yours, doll.” Bucky replied sweetly, the pet name sent tingles between my thighs. He tested the waters, thrusting up into my mouth. I moaned around his cock, my lips running up and down the length as he pulled out almost fully before thrusting back in. “Just let me know if it gets too much.”

I nodded once again, closing my eyes as I tried to relax my throat around his thick length. My nails left marks on his thighs, letting my jaw go slack as he picked up his pace.

Bucky’s balls slapped against my chin with each hard thrust, his hips coming off the sofa to meet the controlled movements of my head. His moans echoed through the room, his eyes fixed on the way my mouth took his length.

I let my tongue lay flat against his shaft, gliding up and down with every thrust. Bucky scrunched his nose as he watched me swallow his cock, now fully fucking my mouth as if it were my pussy.

“You gunna swallow my cum, doll?” Bucky grunted through heavy breathes, a soft slapping sound filling the room from his thrusts.

I moaned around his length in response, his cock twitching in my mouth. His filthy words were turning me on so much I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing, my thighs pressed together to try and find some sort of relief.

I started to move my head down on him harder, meeting his thrusts as I cupped his balls in my hand. I massaged them with my fingers, eager to feel his cum spurt down my throat.

Bucky rubbed his metal thumb over my cheek bone lovingly, his eyes still fixated on my every move. I bravely looked back up at him, whimpering with every jolt of his hips.

I wanted to keep him in my mouth forever, high off of the feeling of pleasing him so much. I moved my hands off of him, letting him take full control as he fucked my mouth.

I lifted my tight top up, letting my tits bounce freely in the cold air of the compound. Bucky moaned, watching my boobs move in time with his thrusts, hard nipples on display for him.

“Fuck.” Bucky panted loudly as I felt him twitch against my tongue. My tongue swirled around his shaft, trying to reach every inch of his cock.

He moved both hands to my cheeks, cupping the sides of my face as he forced me to look up at him as he pounded into me. I closed my eyes as I tried to hold off my gag reflex at the feeling of his tip ramming the back of my throat.

“I’m gunna cum.” He said in an almost panicked tone, both of us not ready for this to be over. But I knew he was close by the sudden lack of rhythm in his thrusts. “Oh, fuck I’m gunna cum.”

I looked up at him through my eyelashes seductively, inhaling deeply through my nose, my heart pounding in my chest as I pushed myself up on my knees. My action caused my head to slide down his cock, fully engulfing him in my mouth as my hands grabbed ahold of this thighs.

I moaned when my nose touched his lower stomach, deepthroating his length as Bucky’s hands flew to the back of my head.

He held me there as his hips bucked erratically, a loud moan errupting from his throat as spurts of hot cum filled my mouth.

Bucky panted through his orgasm as I swallowed every single drop of his sweet nectar. I rubbed his thighs soothingly, lifting my head off of his length slowly as he came down from his high.

His hands dropped from my head, his muscles relaxing as I pulled my top back down, climbing back up onto the sofa next to him.

“Feel good?” I asked softly, a pleasant smile on my face as I rubbed over his metal bicep. I admired his afterglow look as I rested my head on the sofa, hair messy, cheeks pink, pupils blown. He was a sight for sore eyes.

Bucky tucked himself back into his pants, turning his head lazily to face me, the dorkiest smile on his face as he leaned in to peck my lips. “So good.” He mumbled between kisses, his flesh hand gripping my thigh closest to him. “How about I repay the favour?”

I giggled softly as his hand ran up the inside of my thigh, inches away from where I needed him the most. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer as I gave him a quick kiss.

Just as Bucky was about to reach the waistband of my leggings, a voice sounded from down the hall. “We’re back!” Peter damn Parker called out, the others close behind him.

“Shit.” I whispered in a panic, the sudden tranquility of our alone time vanished at the sound of Peter’s voice. It was like being pulled back to reality from an amazing dream.

Bucky and I quickly pulled away from each other with a sigh, trying to make ourselves look presentable as we turned back to the tv that had been forgotten about long ago.

Our time alone together was up, but that didn’t stop the ache between my thighs, so needy after finally getting to see and touch his gorgeous cock. It would keep me up every night knowing that he was just down the hall, so close yet so out of reach, his cock so ready to satisfy me. But not able to do so until we could be alone again. Who knows how long that will be.

“Hey kiddo.” My father patted my shoulder as most of the team walked into the room, all in their own conversations. “Sorry you got left with old cyborg over here. Hope he didn’t freak you out too much.”

“It’s okay dad,” I called back to Tony who had already gotten half way across the room. “He’s no more of a freak than I am.” I smiled cheekily at Bucky who scoffed in response, a proud smirk on his face at the secret that only we would ever know.

[slytherinwh0re]

Dinner date

Draco Malfoy x female reader AU

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni) and swearing

Summary: Where you and Draco are coworkers and he asks you on a dinner date. 

Masterlist

You need a drink.

The job of an auror is always difficult but this week was so busy you’ve had absolutely no time to yourself. Thank Merlin it’s Friday and you have the rest of the weekend off.

Once you walk into The Leaky Cauldron you go straight for the bar, Tom already pouring your drink. You give him a small thank you as he walks away to attend to the rest of the packed bar, it is Friday after all. The brandy burns your throat slightly but it’s exactly what you need right now.

You look over at the man taking a seat next to you immediately recognizing him as your coworker, Draco Malfoy. You went to Hogwarts together but never talked until after the battle when you both received jobs as aurors at the ministry. Many people still didn’t trust him completely because of his father’s choices but now he’s a man who chooses for himself and there’s no denying his change in character. He’s a good man and proved himself to be a great wizard.

You see him often at the ministry but any conversation with Malfoy is about work and maybe a quick hi here and there. He does his job and keeps to himself.

“Busy week wasn’t it (y/l/n)?” He looks tired but handsome nonetheless.

“Bloody horrible, I’ve been looking forward to this drink all week Malfoy.” You take another swig to prove your point.

“You and I both, tell you what, next rounds on me and call me Draco.” He slap a few galleons on the table and Tom brings us each another drink. You can’t help but smile feeling as though you just made a friend in the blonde.

The next hour is full of conversation between you two. Draco is surprisingly easy to talk to and even sorta funny, although that could just be the effects from the Brandy.

“Who would’ve known that Draco Malfoy actually has a sense of humor.” The serious look on his face makes you burst out laughing and you notice he’s trying to keep from smiling.

“I’ve always been hilarious for your information.” This just makes you laugh harder.

“Over dramatic maybe, but funny? I don’t think so.” He can’t hold back his laughter anymore and all you can do is stare at the handsome man in front of you with a big grin on your face.

“Well it’s getting late and I’m completely knackered but I had a great time (y/n). One of my best nights in a while actually. I was wondering if you’d maybe want to come over tomorrow afternoon and I could cook us some dinner?” Your already pink cheeks turned bright red.

“I’d love to Draco.”

***

The next morning while you’re eating breakfast a beautiful white owl taps on your window with a letter from Draco.

(Y/n),

Hope you’re having a good morning, dinner will be ready at 7. See you then.

Draco

You read it at least ten time, letting the fact that you’re going to Draco’s house for a dinner date sink in.

***

Your walk to the Malfoy manor was a short one, the crisp fall air feeling good against your skin. You had decided on wearing your favorite pair of black skinny jeans, the ones that made your ass look great, a cream sweater, and matching cream boots.

You knock on the gigantic wooden door twice and not even 10 second later Draco is letting you in.

“You look amazing (y/n), I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for having me, it smells great.”

As you walk through the house with Draco you’re in awe of how spectacular the entire place is. You’ve never been in a house this big.

“I hope you like ham.” He looks nervous.

“I love it, everything looks amazing. You’ve really out done yourself.” He really did, the ham was in the center surrounded by a ton of side dishes.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I made a little bit of everything.” His cheeks were slightly pink as he pulled your chair out for you.

***

Dinner was as amazing as it looked, both of you ate far too much so you went to the living room to lounge around.

You sat on the same couch as Draco facing each other, about a foot apart, each of you with a glass of Brandy on the table, laughing at some ridiculous joke he made. Suddenly he reached his hand out to push a lose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand skimmed against your jaw and grabbed your chin for a second before letting go.

“You’ve always been so beautiful (y/n).” He was so close you could feel his breath on your face. You put your hand on his knee, needing to touch him in some way.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You looked at his lips once before leaning in. Draco met you halfway, finally connecting his lips with yours. It was a short sweet kiss that made your stomach flutter. He brought his thumb up to your bottom lip dragging it across before lightly grabbing your throat with his long fingers and going in for a much rougher kiss, not that you were complaining.

You broke away so you could swing your body so you had one knee on either side of his legs straddling him. He put his hands on your hips as you kissed him again, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you shifted your hips slightly making him groan, holding onto them tighter.

Your reach for his shirt, Draco takes one hand behind his head and yanks it off in one swift motion. That was possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed. He reaches for the hem of your sweater, fingers grazing your bare skin.

“May I?”

Instead of answering you take the sweater off yourself showing off your deep green bra.

“I love the color.” He smirks at you knowingly.

“I thought you might.” You giggle as he starts leaving open mouth kisses on the tops of your breast. You reach around to unclasp the material, feeling way too impatient to wait for him to do it. You let it fall in between your bodies, picking it up and tossing it to the end of the couch. His hands move from your hips, running across the sides of your body.

Draco looks right at you when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, making you throw your head back and moan quietly. You feel him straining against his jeans so you start moving your hips in small circles. You grab his belt and undo it quickly, you unbutton his jeans, and slowly slide yourself down until you’re kneeling in between his knees on the floor.

“You look so sexy love. You gonna suck my dick for me pretty girl?” You bite your lip and nod, never breaking eye contact with him. You grab his pants and boxer and pull them down, his big length slapping him in the stomach.

You wrap your small hand around him, slowly pumping him. You lick a bold stripe up the base of his length making him hiss and then you’re taking him in your mouth. Draco grabs your hair from falling into your face and you hollow your cheeks, sucking harder. You love how in control you feel of the sexy man in front of you. You twist your hand at his base in rythm with your mouth as you look up at him.

He pulls your head back by the hair, makes you stand up and starts taking off your pants.

“These jeans have been driving me crazy all night but I think they’ll look better off.” He slide them down your legs along with your underwear. He sits back on the couch so he could look at you standing completely naked in front of him groaning more to himself about how perfect you are.

You climb back on to his lap so your straddling him again, this time grabbing his dick and slowly stroking it inbetween your soaked folds. You’ve been soaked since he grabbed you throat. Finally you can’t take it anymore, you sink down until you’re sitting all the way on him. You can’t help the loud moans that leave your mouth as you bounce up and down on him.

He’s sitting back, his hands roaming your entire body, finally resting on your ass. One hand smacking down on it, the feeling causing you to scream his name.

“Scream my name (y/n), let everyone know you’re mine.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back so he has better access to your neck and starts laying kisses everywhere, sucking on certain spots, leaving dark marks. One hand is on your hips and he starts thrusting up, meeting your hips with his, his name falling from your lips continuously.

“Draco I’m gonna cum, I’m so close.” You feel the knot in your abdomen tightening more with every bounce, his hand in your hair moves down to your clit. He rubs it with his thumb, tracing figure eights onto you while you lean back, a hand on each of his knees.

“Cum for me (y/n), you look so fucking sexy riding my dick, such a good girl.” With one final flick of his thumb on your clit you come undone. Your ears are ringing and all you see are stars. Second later Draco’s spilling in to you, his face in the crook of your neck.

You both clean yourselves up quietly, he hands you his tshirt to put on and you do so without question. It smells just like him.

“Spend the night with me?” He’s looking right at you and you know you’re a goner.

“Only if you get me another cup of Brandy.” He laughs quietly while pulling up his jeans.

“Sounds good, I was gonna make you hang out with me tomorrow anyways.”

[redsandroses]

The Vibrator Incident

Warnings: smut, fingering, use of vibrators, public sex (yes at school)

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader  

Word count:2k

You loved your biology class. It wasn't early in the morning, you liked learning about nature but most importantly you had a statue called Chan, sitting right in front of you. Every wednesday and friday for the last three months, you put on your best look and went into class with the need of seeing him and finally maybe one day him doing some dirty with you somewhere.

If you had to describe Chan, he was the perfect boy one could ever imagine. He was good looking- in fact a bit too much good looking- he was such a sweetheart, he helped everyone he could, he was in the popular group but didn't really hang out with them that much- he hated the way they treated others sometimes- So basically he was an angel but in the body of a devil. He would mostly wore hoodies when it's not too hot but some days he would wear tshirts that showed how perfect his body was. Not to mention his fine looking ass in every pant he wore. So yeah it wouldn't be wrong if you said you were falling for this guy here.

Oh and his perfume was the best scent you've ever came across to. You were going to class early just so when he comes, you can smell his freshly sprayed perfume. And today was no different than the others but you were up to something today. Last week you bought a vibrator that you could plug in and go around with it. It had a small controller which helped with the intensity. You were loving this new toy of yours. Ever since you got it, you imagined Chan humming on your pussy while eating you out and making that vibration, while using it. What a dream...

You decided to have the vibrator in you for a day, just for fun. It's not like you were going to do anything with it. So before classes start, you put the vibrator in you and put the controller in your pencil case. It only made you feel full but you got used to it after a while.

Today was presentation day in bio and your teacher always left during those. So you could drool over Chan comfortably. You wore a skirt that once you saw him checking you out while you were wearing those. You knew he liked them. They were a bit short according to school rules but still in between them so that was okay. And who cared, if you were comfortable in them.

The first hour was so boring that at one point you fell asleep and woke up when Chan put his arm onto your desk. He accidentally hit your arm and you fake cried. He kissed his hand and put it on your arm "there, now it's gone, don't be a crybaby" he laughed. The way he said it with his accent and lowered voice made you feel hot. And suddenly you remembered the vibrator in you. You wondered what he would think if he knew about it.

Then in the second hour, it was Chan's turn to present. He got up, looking like a greek god with his toned body covered with a black shirt, he unbottoned the first two buttons like he was dedicated to kill you. And his ass on the his black jeans was a sight to see. While he was doing his presentation, you tried to focus on what he was talking about but it was impossible with that dirty mind of yours. Your teacher left a while ago and nearly all of your classmates were sleeping. He was only going on because you and a couple of others were listening. So you thought it would be a good idea to turn on the vibrator in you, just to see how it felt while looking at Chan.

The second you pushed the button, you almost screamed. It was too good of a feeling. Then you just closd your eyes and imagined him on top of you, pounding in you. Time to time you opened your eyes and looked around to see if anyone noticed because you didn't want anyone to find out. Just the risk felt good.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realise Chan was coming closer to you. You were biting on your fingers to mute the sounds you were dying to let out. He was looking for his pen that he dropped a minute ago. "I think I'll leave it where it is and go back to my presentation." he said after a while.

And he stopped talking and moving for a moment. He was now next to you, on the ground.

You came back to reality when you heard Chan gasp. "I- um okay so I think um I think I will stop my presentation here um yeah so thank you for listening and um yeah" he was flustered. His hand were on his crotch and you immediately understood he found out what was going on. And you felt a bit embarrassed but you were also smirking cause of the effect. "Bingo" you thought. Chan collected his stuff and came back to his chair, and he put his head onto his desk. A minute later he gave you a piece of paper. It said:

"you be a good one and stay on your seat after everyone leaves and I will give you the pleasure you so desperately need <3

                                                                                soon to be your daddy"

You could feel your face heating up. That was exactly what you wanted but now that it was going to happen you were kind of anxious. "Whatever" you thought, "I already used a vibrator during class so he might as well fuck me here too." The minutes were passing really slow and you fell asleep with other's boring presentations.

You were so deep in your sleep that you didn't even hear the bell. But you woke up to something much better. Chan was sitting on his desk with the controller on his hand, switching the buttons. "Mmmh- ah fuck" you jumped on your chair. "Hello there slut." he said smirking. You hid your face with your hands but he reached to your face and made you look at him. "Now is no time to be shy baby, you were already getting off to me making a presentation about trees. How is this more embarrassing?" You didn't know what to say, he was right.

"Now tell me what were you planning on when you come to school with a fucking vibrator in you, hm?" "I- I was j-just trying to s-see how it would feel, i-if I had it in for the whole day." "Oh I see, baby likes feeling full huh?" You nodded as you looked down to your legs. "Look up babygirl, I have something better that can make feel you more than full." he said, taking your hands to his belt. then he stopped. "You want this right?" he asked. You nodded. "Use your word baby, I need to hear it." "Yes, yes I want it. I need it please." "Good girl. Now help me get rid of these." You took his belt off and unzip his pants. As you were taking of his boxers he stopped you. "Patient there. First you, get on the desk now I'm gonna lock the door. We wouldn't want anyone to find out what a slut you are." You got on the desk as he said and watched him go lock the door. Fuck, did his ass looked thick in those boxers. You were drooling at this point. You needed him. "Okay now, open your pretty legs." You slowly opened them but still were shy. He slapped tour thigh. "You think we have the whole day here sweetie? Come on don't be shy, I'm your daddy now." He sat down on a chair and got between your legs. He licked your thighs and finally came in touch with your pussy. You bit onto your hand to silence yourself. "Good girl, don't make any noise now. If you do, I'll go and take this vibrator with me too." "Nooo don't do that please I'll be quiet."

"Now you have to" he said as took off your underwear and filled your mouth with it. He was now teasing your clit with his finger, making you clench around the vibrator in you. He saw that and took the vibrator out slowly, making you clench around nothing this time. "You are only allowed to clench on my dick." He was now pushing two fingers in you. "You got this wet for me?" he looked at you in awe. "Cute." "Daddy, please fuck me now. I can't take this emptiness anymore." you said muffled. "Don't talk while your mouth is full babygirl and I will do-" he took his boxer off and gave himself a few strokes, then pushed his tip in "-just that now" you rolled your eyes back, even with only his tip in, you were satisfied. "More." He put his hands onto the desk and got you caged there. And he pushed all of him in with a groan "Fuck- how are you this tight." You let out a muffled scream, eyes watering a little. When he saw that, he stopped and caressed your face, took the underwear out of your mouth "should I stop? Is this hurting too much. I will stop, just say the words." You shook your head no. "You have to say it baby." he said. "No, please don't ever stop. I'll adjust in a second, just move slowly for now." you said. He wiped the tears of your face and made a soft move. He was going really slow this time not to hurt you but you needed more. "It's okay Chan you can go harder now." His eyes lit up. "Okay but I won't go full for now. I don't want to hurt you. Maybe next time with more foreplay." He took himself out and pushed back in. You could swear you were seeing stars. His girthy and just the perfect length cock was doing wonders in you. Reaching to places no one has ever reached before.

And he found the right spot like he knew where it was before. You were clenching around him, needing a release. "Stop- clenching- this much. I won't be able to- hold it in." he said, thrusting with every word. "Come in me Channie." you said. He stopped. "Was that my name baby?" he lifted an eyebrow. You closed your mouth, looking at him with puppy eyes "n-no. I'm sorry daddy." He pushed your hand and put his fingers in your mouth, started thrusting again. "Good girls know what they need to say. But I see, you are not one." You couldn't answer, you were so close. "I know- but please I won't do it again. I want to cum. Please make me cum all over your cock daddy." "Oh I will baby." he took his fingers out and took your spit with them and reached to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." he said with a deep thrust. "Aaah- f-fuck fuck mmmh" the orgasm he gave you, was different than the others. You felt all your muscles relax and shaking meanwhile. But he kept thrusting. "Can daddy cum in you baby. I'm close." "Yes daddy, yes come in me. I wanna hold your cum in." your eyes were watering again, overstimulation being too much. He came after a few more thrusts. You immediately closed your legs after he pulled himself out. "I wanna keep it in daddy, can I?" He was now sitting on a chair, trying to catch his breath. "Maybe next time baby, not at school. I want baby to be clean, so let me grab a tissue." he reached to his backpack and took out some tissues. First he cleaned himself and got dressed. Then he came to you and cleaned you gently. With every touch your body was jolting, still sensitive from the orgasm.

After he cleaned you and helped you get dressed, he kissed you on your forehead "thank you y/n, I was waiting for this for a long time now. And today with this skirt and the vibration thing, I knew you wanted it too."

"No thank you Chan. I've been waiting this since the first day I saw you and you were amazing." you pecked his lips. "Now we should go but maybe I can come to your home tonight and we can 'study'?" he laughed. "Yes Chan we should do that, I missed most of your presentation." "Ah yeah you were being a slut, how did I forget that part?" you raised your arms “Okay okay, I’m guilty I know.” he chuckled “I can’t wait to hold those arms there while I fuck you tonight.”

[nano--raptor]

come back, come back to me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1772

Warnings: Smut, sex, masturbating, porn without plot, maybe the tiniest plot if you squint, alcohol mention, Bucky being way too goddamn sexy, as per usual.

A/N: Hello lovelies, welcome to another smutty drabble written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club with the prompt below! Thank you @prunes-said-bucky​ for all your delicious prompts, we love them! Enjoy, thank you so much for reading!😘

He was driving you crazy. It’d been a few months since you’d last slept with anyone and today of all days it was really hitting you. It was a regular Friday night at the compound, and most of you were home from the latest mission and able to relax together with a laid back evening and drinks. Everything had been normal, except for some reason Bucky looked extra rugged and extra sexy, and you just couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts about him. 

The two of you had hooked up casually before, and normally you didn’t find yourself feeling so horny, but tonight everything he did had you inwardly groaning and squeezing your thighs together.

It was easy to excuse yourself from the party feigning a headache, you were sure you’d been making pained expressions all night, and after finishing your drink you set the glass on the bar and made your way back to the living quarters. Tonight, however, you went straight to Bucky’s room, still having a key that he’d never asked you to return.. 

You let yourself in and stood for a moment in the stillness, letting your eyes adjust and sighing at the calm, comforting scent of his apartment. You kicked off your shoes and tiptoed through the living room, slowly pushing his bedroom door open. A small moan actually left your mouth and you couldn’t help but crawl into his bed, burying under the blankets. His scent surrounded you, it was intoxicating, and while it helped momentarily, it did nothing to quench your thirst. Thankfully he’d probably find you soon, and then, well, you didn’t have a plan for what would happen then. But you were sure you’d be able to figure something out.

After what seemed like an eternity, even though it was probably only an hour, you heard the apartment door open and Bucky shuffle in, then the sound of it closing. Complete silence followed, and then the bedroom door was slowly pushed open, Bucky having silently crossed his suite upon realizing he wasn’t alone. His stealth gave you shivers and he chuckled, a low sound, that filled the room and nearly made you shiver again.

“Did we switch rooms without me knowing? Or did you get lost? Or,” his voice trailed off and he approached the bed, pushing the blanket back just enough to cup your face. “Or are you exactly where you want to be?” His voice washed over you like honey, low and thick and oh so sinful.

You internally slapped yourself at the soft whine that left your throat from his touch, it’d just been so long. Bucky simply hummed and striped his tshirt off, crawling in next to you and hauling you into his arms. He held you tightly and kissed you hard, knowing exactly what you needed. You melted into him, moaning into his mouth, desperate for his touch. When you finally parted, you were gasping and breathless.

“Bucky I’m sorry, I-” He stopped you with another, gentler kiss, and pulled back to look at your face in the darkness.

“It’s alright doll, you don’t have to apologize.” You smiled softly and trailed a finger along his stubbled jawline.

“I’ve missed you. And I really, really need you right now.”

“I’ve missed you too, darlin’. But I will say that I can't be held liable for things that happen to women I find in my bed.” You could see his grin even in the dark. He was hard against your thigh, and his hands slipped under your shirt, setting your skin on fire as he rubbed them up your back. You didn’t even realize you were whining out loud until Bucky chuckled again, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. He easily unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down over your hips before rolling you onto your back and kissing you hard again. He rolled his hips against yours, the bulge in his jeans grinding into your core and you actually gasped out loud and the delicious friction. His lips moved down to attack your throat, licking and sucking the delicate skin, still rocking his hips against you. He must be able to feel your wet heat through the fabric of your underwear. The thought made you shiver.

Bucky sat back on his heels just out of your reach, his eyes watching yours while slowly dragging the fly on his jeans down. Your eyes followed his fingers and your mouth went dry when he reached into his boxers to pull himself out. His hand wrapped around his cock, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip, and you wanted him to push that tip into you so badly that you can't help but squirm while you watched. Thinking about the way he'd stretch you made you moan and you run your hands over your body, craving his touch. Bucky smirked and stroked himself slowly.

"What's wrong baby girl?" he cooed, slowly working his fist over himself, squeezing the bright red tip, and back down again.

"I want you to touch me," you whined. He bit his lip as you ran your hands over your stomach and hips, down onto your thighs. His eyes flashed as he held your gaze, his voice low, husky, and shooting straight to your core.

"Why don't you touch yourself doll?" You stared for a moment, nibbling your lips, before giving him your sultriest smile and slowly pushing your panties down. Trailing your hands back up your thighs you ghosted them between your legs, spreading yourself open and slipping them into your wetness. Closing your eyes you moaned quietly as you stroked yourself, hearing a groan from Bucky too as he watched.

It didn’t take long to lose yourself in your own touch, your legs falling open and fingers moving expertly around your pussy, stroking from your entrance to your clit and back again. It felt damn good, and normally thoughts of Bucky watching or touching you would be enough to get you going, but tonight he was right fucking here, and you were needy as fuck, and all of it was making your whole body prickly, arousal shooting through the roof.

“Fuck doll you need to be in my bed more often. Look at you,” Bucky’s voice almost sounded strained, he was just as turned on as you were, the bed shaking from the steady motions of his fist over his cock. The wobble slowed and you felt him shifting, crawling closer to you. You continued your languid strokes, but a gasp interrupted your sighs when you felt cold metal fingers dance along the inside of your thigh.

“Look at my horny and sex starved little doll. You’re dripping onto my sheets.” He was right. You could feel your arousal dripping down but you didn’t care, it felt so good, everything was so soft and swollen and wet that it just made you feel more desperate. Your breath caught as his fingers brushed yours, flicking them quickly through your folds and then pulling away again. You forced your eyes open just in time to see him raise his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, before reaching down again to swipe at the droplets that had dripped down from your entrance. Your fingers slowed, unable to take your eyes off his lips as he sucked his fingers clean again. The thought of him tasting you made a whine pull from the back of your throat, and suddenly you couldn’t think of anything other than him. Now.

Grasping the back of his neck you pulled him closer, but instead of kissing him you raised your other hand to his lips and he sucked your fingers into his mouth without hesitation, holding your gaze again while he licked your juices off of them. As soon as he finished he crashed his mouth to yours in a messy, desperate, open mouthed kiss, shoving his jeans down and kicking them off. You could taste yourself on his tongue and if you weren’t already throbbing with want, you’d want that heavy cock in your mouth first, but for tonight that would have to wait. Bucky crawled over you, brushing his tip against your pussy, and he shifted to raise one of your legs up, his hand smoothly firmly along your thigh. He held it and pulled back just enough so he could watch your face as he finally sunk into you. “Ohh yeah baby, just like that sweetheart.” He felt so fucking good that you were moaning and fluttering around him already, adjusting to the size and the stretch and the feeling of finally having him inside you. You threw your head back, clutching his shoulders and rocking your hips as best you could, trying to get him to move and set a rhythm.

“Please Bucky,” you breathed. “Fuck me.” Then you felt his mouth on yours again, smirking, and chuckling, turning to a grunt as he thrust into you, setting a rough pace. Having your leg raised gave him the perfect angle to get seemingly as deep as possible, and soon you were crying out as every single thrust drove him into that one perfect spot that made you see stars.

“Buck - Bucky, ahhhh, fuck, you feel amazing.” One of your hands found its way into his hair and you clutched a handful, tugging on it tightly, making Bucky hiss.

“You too doll, fucking hell,” You could tell he was close, his thrusts becoming more desperate as he chased that release. Yours was building too, every drive of his cock pounding into you pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You needed it, almost more than you needed air, and it wasn’t long before Bucky was slamming into you, suddenly stilling as he throbbed inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. You’re pretty sure you actually screamed as you came too, soaking him, clinging to him as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, rocking back and forth together.

Fuck, you’d missed this. You’d missed him.

After coming down from your high, the two of you lay tangled up together, a sweaty and panting mess. You wanted to ask him why you’d never been more than just a hookup, but at the same time you didn’t quite want to go there just yet.

“Buck?”

“Hmm?” He sounded relaxed and sleepy, and it made you smile to yourself in the dark.

“If I were to show up in your bed more often, what would you say?” Bucky nuzzled into your neck, pulling you even tighter against himself.

“I’d say hell yeah doll. Right where you belong.”

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[mintaka14]

Locked Out

A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

By Mintaka14

Chapter Two - Unlocked

 The knock came again, and Luka sighed, dropping the towel that he’d been rubbing over his damp hair around his shoulders. He padded out of the bathroom and over to the front door, yanking it open.

“Jules, if you’ve forgotten your keys again, I swear –“ the words died as he met the insanely blue eyes that he’d been dreaming about ever since he’d first seen them. Her gaze slid over the towel around his shoulders, and dropped to the towel around his waist, and then jerked back up to his face again, which he was pretty sure was turning all sorts of red.

“Here!” she squeaked. “For you. If you want them, the box, I mean. Not the underwear. That’s Juleka’s, obviously, not that she can’t have what’s in the box too. Because I made enough for both of you, and oh God I’m going to just stop talking now.”

With a strangled sound, she shoved a pair of silk and lace underpants at him, and a box with them. He caught box and underwear by reflex.

Unfortunately, the movement dislodged his towel, and he could feel it sliding. There was a confused moment when he grabbed for it, bobbled the box, and heard Marinette squeak. Through the dim mists of his awareness, it occurred to him that she’d probably automatically tried to catch the towel before it could go too far south. That was not, however, where her hands ended up.

There was a frozen moment when Luka became very conscious of small, warm hands on his bare skin, the towel caught and scarcely preserving his modesty as her palms pressed into the dip under his abdominal muscles. Wide blue eyes lifted to stare up at him in horror. Luka drew in a slow, calming breath and let it out, desperately trying to think unsexy thoughts. Those gorgeous blue eyes of hers were not making that easy.

“Out here? Really?” his sister’s voice drawled. “Are you trying to get us kicked out of the building for public indecency?”

Yep. That would do it. Luka looked up to find Juleka in the hallway, her hands full of shopping bags. Marinette squeaked again, and snatched her hands back, and somehow Luka managed to catch at the towel, the box and the underpants still perched on top without losing any of them. He ended up wedged awkwardly against the doorframe with the towel trapped between the wall and his hips, and the box wobbling precariously as he tried to tuck the towel more firmly into place, while his sister stalked towards him and Marinette turned a brilliant shade of red.

“Oh, hey, Marinette,” Juleka said casually. “You’ve met my idiot brother, right?”

She edged past them both, plucking the pair of underpants off the box in Luka’s hand as she went past. He felt a hand on his back, and a sudden shove, and then there was the sound of the door closing and Juleka’s evil cackle on the other side.

“Jules! I’m going to kill you,” he growled. His sister laughed harder.

Luka knew, even before he put his hand on the door handle, that it would be locked. It didn’t stop him from frantically jerking at the handle while Marinette watched with wide eyes. Finally, he accepted the inevitable, and turned back to his dream girl with a sigh.

“If I strangle my sister, will you testify that it was justifiable homicide at my trial?” he asked. Marinette gave a choke of laughter.

“For the right offer, I’ll help you hide the body.”

“What would you consider the right offer?” His worldly goods. His songs. His heart… she could have all of it.

That beautiful smile turned a little mischievous. “I’m sure I can think of something.”

One of the neighbours emerged from their door and threw them a scandalised look, and Luka remembered that he was still a little less than fully attired as the neighbour scurried away. He glanced back at Juleka’s door, which was still firmly closed. He sighed.

“In the meantime, I guess I’m stuck out here until Jules decides to take pity on me.”

Marinette held up a finger in the sign for wait.

“Give me a minute,” she told him, and before he could say anything, she’d disappeared down the hall and up the staircase to the next floor.

About the point when he realised that it was rather chilly in the corridor in nothing but a towel that was feeling smaller all the time, it occurred to him that he was actually standing around in the corridor in nothing but a damp towel at the request of a woman he’d only met twice under odd circumstances. That didn’t bother him as much as it probably should have.

He was still holding the box Marinette had shoved at him.

It did cross his mind that maybe he’d been the victim of some weird practical joke. Before he had a chance to get really worried, however, he heard the sound of returning footsteps on the stairs, and Marinette rounded the corner. She was focused on the black case in her hands and whatever she was pulling out of it, an adorable frown on her face, and as she got closer he saw the light catch on something metal. It looked like a peculiar ring of keys.

Marinette walked past him and bent down to the door handle. Luka lifted his eyes to the ceiling. The curve of her ass in those jeans was not something he wanted to be thinking about in the middle of the very public hallway, particularly while he was in a state of undress. He shuffled uncomfortably in his towel, listening to her muttering under her breath.

“I always wanted to try this,” she said, and he realised she was talking to him. “It turns out there are locksmithing courses you can do, and if I’d had my kit with me the other day I might not have had to climb up the balcony, but then we wouldn’t have met, which would have been a shame.”

Yes! he agreed with silent fervour.

“Still, at least it means I can try it out now, and …” Finally, there was a click, and Marinette straightened. “Tadah!”

She beamed at him, and reached out to turn the handle, swinging the door wide open.

“I knew that would come in handy one day,” she told him triumphantly as she slid the tool back into its case.

Luka came to a realisation that he was making a strange whining noise when she tilted her head quizzically.

“Marry me,” Luka said, and the words only caught up with him when he saw her eyes go wide. He scrubbed one hand over his face. “Oh, God.”

“Luka?”

“I’ve been trying to work out a way to ask you out that didn’t make me sound like a complete creep,” he admitted ruefully. “This was not what I had in mind. I don’t suppose there’s any chance of talking you into going out to dinner with me after this, is there?”

Her eyes flicked down and back up, so fast that he wasn’t sure he’d seen it.

And then she bit her lip. The look she gave him from under the sweep of her dark lashes with those devastating eyes of hers left him wondering if he was having an out of body experience.

“Oh, I don’t know.” The purr he could hear in her voice fried whatever functional brain cells he had left. “You might be able to persuade me. It might be a good idea to put some pants on first.”

“Pants. Yes. Right.” He looked around vaguely as if they might magically appear, and Marinette giggled, one hand going to her mouth. “Pants before dinner. Tonight?” he asked hopefully.

Words.

Would be useful.

Marinette smiled at him like the breaking dawn. “Tonight would be good. Juleka has my phone number.” She was walking backwards slowly towards the staircase, her eyes still on him and her smile bright.

“Call me,” she said shyly, and pivoted on her heel, running lightly up the stairs before Luka could collect his wits enough to respond.

Luka had no idea how he managed to walk inside, or get clothes on, but he was sitting on the couch in jeans and a tshirt and staring into space when Juleka came out of the bathroom and did a double take.

“How on earth did you get in? I locked that,” she said, and eyed the wide open front door. She kicked Luka’s bare foot a few times until he blinked and focused.

“Marinette,” he said blissfully, and Juleka’s eyes narrowed. “Did you know she can pick locks?”

There was a long moment while his sister stared down at him. He opened Marinette’s box which had somehow ended up intact. It was full of macarons, and he absently ate one. It was amazing.

“She’s incredible,” he sighed, and Juleka rolled her eyes, reaching for the macarons. Luka glared at her, and snatched the box away.

“You locked me out. You don’t get Marinette’s macarons.” He took another one and stared at it thoughtfully. “ Macaron. That’s pretty. Maybe we could name our first child Macaron.”

“What the hell did she do to your brain?” Juleka said incredulously. “You might want to wait at least a few months before you start planning the wedding and a family, though.”

“Oh, I already proposed,” Luka said vaguely. “She thought we should get dinner first.”

There was an even longer silence this time, then… “You what?”

He had a feeling that there was something he was supposed to remember.

Dinner. Marinette.

Tonight!

She’d said yes. She’d said yes!

He looked down, and he was definitely wearing pants. Marinette had said that that was important.

“Can I have Marinette’s phone number?” he asked Juleka.

She blinked. “So… you proposed to her… but you don’t have her phone number,” she said slowly. “That makes sense. Seriously, I’m a little terrified right now of what might happen if you two do get married and have kids together.”

Luka felt a goofy smile spread across his face at the thought. Juleka shook her head, and, in spite of his protest, swiped a macaron from the box he was guarding.

“Damn, that’s good,” she mumbled around a mouthful, and pulled out her phone with her other hand. “I’d ask if she knows what she’s getting herself into, but honestly, she’s even more bonkers than you are. You’re a perfect pair.”

“I certainly hope so,” Luka agreed happily, and wandered away with the box full of macarons to call Marinette.

[notsosecret-transgirl]

So I finally went clothes shopping for clothes I’ll actually wear, and I gotta say I think I look fucking good. Idk it’s nice to look in the mirror and actually think “fuck yeah girl, lookin good” and literally all I got was some womens jeans and tshirts. Like idk I just feel great.

Some (kinda) spicy stuff under the cut

So I also got some boyshorts and holy shit my ass looks great in them, and like these jeans actually show that I have an ass a lot better than guy jeans. Looking in the mirror in my underwear is like “oh fuck, I’m lookin sexy” which is great! I actually feel comfortable and confident for the first time ever!

I’ve kinda struggled with I guess feeling ok with my sexual feelings and urges basically since I started transition. Early in my trans days there was a lot of propaganda about trans women being predators and sex pests and I internalized a lot of it. But I finally think I’m getting out of that. I want to have sex! It’s ok I want to have sex! It’s a very normal thing to want as an adult woman and I just can’t demonize myself anymore.

And honestly? That’s freeing as fuck to say! Like yeah, I’m not the disgusting freak the back of my mind tells me I am. Maybe I’m just a normal 21 year old woman you know? Maybe I am just some chick. And that’s cool! I love that for me! It’s all I’ve ever wanted from transition and really life.

Ever since my last series of ‘I’m definitely a man’ hookups I kinda swore off sex. And I don’t really plan on using my current parts with anyone else. I just find it wildly uncomfortable and dysphoria inducing. My last encounter was with a guy at a party. He had been showing obvious interest and we were both drunk. After everyone else had fallen asleep I was out in the living room smoking a cigarette. He came out and we talked. Then we kissed and kept kissing. My boyfriend had recently broken up with me and I was lonely, so when he offered to give I didn’t say no. But after a couple minutes I had to ask him to stop. I told him I was trans and felt a shame I wouldn’t stop feeling for years afterward. I offered to reciprocate but I think he knew my heart wasn’t in it. He declined and I passed out while he sat there. After that I knew I couldn’t do it again. Something in me was just so repulsed at using my body like that. I’ve thought about asexuality a good bit but it’s not that, I do want to have sex. I just know that I can’t receive sex in a way that is pleasurable to me unless I have a vagina. And when that day comes, I will sleep with every queer in this town that’ll have me. Buddy I will slut it up SO hard.

Anyway this is very long and I kinda doubt anyones actually gonna read all of it cause it’s all over the place, (and I doubt my sex life is really all that interesting) but hey, if you did?😳👀

[freakynct]

I feel like there isn’t enough smut for Yangyang so... I was thinking like switch!yangyang and switch!reader. I feel like it would be kinda cute and playful and he’s such a tease uwu

yes you're right, there isn't enough smut for him so here we go! thanks for requesting ♡

you were layed on your stomach on your bed, trying to go through everything you had to revise for the test you were having the next day. yangyang had come to your house even tho you said you wouldn't be able to pay him attention but he insisted and now here he was, next to you playing some game in your playstation.

"babe, i'm so bored." he sighed and let himself fall backwards, laying down. you were so focused on your work that you didn't even heard what he said. his hand came up to your leg and he pinched your skin, making you flinch. "babe, i'm bored." he repeated himself and you removed your leg away from him.

"yangyang, i told you i was going to be studying." you grabbed some papers and started organizing them.

"yes i know, but now i'm here. and you have been studying all day, can't you take a break?" you rolled your eyes slightly and he sat back up, grabbing your notebook from your hands. "what is this about anyway?" he tried reading the content that you were studying but he just showed a disgusted look on his face, closing the book and throwing it on the floor.

"yangyang!" you almost screamed and got on your knees to pick the book back up but he grabbed your waist, pushing you back on the bed, positioning himself between your legs.

"baby, let's play." you chuckled at his words, trying to push him away by his shoulders as he tried to reach your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"you sound like a child." you ended up not having enough strength to keep pushing him away and so he took the opportunity to finally press his lips against your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses all over it and you felt yourself breaking a little bit under his touch.

"you weren't paying attention to me, so of course i have to act like one." he mumbled between kisses and your eyes fluttered close as you felt his warm breath on your skin.

"or you could just let me study." you still had your hands on his shoulders, your fingers tightening around them every time he sucked on a specific sweet spot on your neck.

he started trailing his kisses up your neck until he reached your jaw, kissing all along the surface. "does it look like i'm the type of boyfriend that does that?" he finally reached your lips, brushing them softly against each other.

"no." you simply said before he connected his mouth to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue making its way past your lips. his hands were all over your body, grabbing and caressing your flesh, one of them coming slowly between your legs, palming your pussy over your thin pajama shorts, being able to feel how wet you had gotten.

"plus i don't think you want to go back to studying." he chuckled against your lips and you rolled your eyes.

"shut up." you said before pushing him to switch positions, your legs now straddling his lap. you quickly took off your top, revealing your bare breasts and yangyang sat up, wrapping his arms around your body and attaching his lips to one of your hard nipples, licking and nibbling at it. you gasped and ran your fingers through the locks of his hair, pushing his head closer to you.

"you're gonna suffocate me." you heard him murmur against your breast and you let go of the grip on his hair quickly, watching him breathe heavily while chuckling. "i wouldn't mind dying between your tits but i still wanna fuck you, you know." he laughed and you hit him in the arm.

"you're so stupid." you tried holding back your own laugh and he grabbed you, turning you around to switch positions, laying on top of you once again. he took off his own tshirt and started trailing kisses down your stomach until he was dangerously close to where you wanted him most. he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down with your underwear.

he positioned himself between your thighs, one of his fingers coming up to your folds to feel your wetness and you couldn't lie, you were dripping for him. you had been so busy with studying lately that it had been about a week since you and yangyang last had sex and you missed his touch so much. you shivered when you felt the tip of his tongue lick a long stripe up your pussy, stopping at your clit to suckle gently at it. he started licking at you faster, taking in his mouth everything you had to give him and you could feel how eager he was to eat you out, him too having missed touching you.

"you always taste so good, f-fuck." he murmured against your slit, burying his tongue inside you making you arch your back and moan his name. he almost came in his pants when he looked up at you, watching you contort your face in pleasure. he licked up your slit one last time before coming up to kiss your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "i wanna be inside you so bad." he confessed against your mouth and you pushed him back by his shoulders, breaking the kiss.

"then why do you still have your pants on?" you raised an eyebrow at him and he immediately got up, rushing to open his jeans and slid them down his legs. in the meantime you grabbed a condom from the drawer next to you and opened the package. once he was naked he jumped on the bed again, his hands on your hips, leaving wet kisses up your neck.

"i'm gonna ride you." you pulled his head back slightly by his hair and he hissed.

"but i was-" he started but you put your finger in front of his mouth.

"it wasn't a question." you shoved him off of you, making him lay on his back as you sat on his lap again, sliding the condom down his already hard member. you positioned yourself on top of him and sank down on him, a soft moan leaving his mouth, his hands coming up to grab at your hips tightly.

"s-shit baby, you don't know how much i m-missed fucking you." he gasped throwing his head back as your pace got faster.

"you're n-not fucking me. i-i am." you tried to say between moans and maybe you shouldn't have been so cocky because now yangyang was thrusting so fast into you that your mind went blank. his grip on your hips tightened and you started to really struggle not to scream from how good his cock felt inside you and somehow he found a way to bring your pleasure to a whole other level, his thumb coming up to rub rapidly at your clit, the friction making your orgasm approach much faster. you received a more aggressive thrust when you clenched around him, listening to him groan, his eyes half closed looking up at you.

"baby, y-you have to cum now. i'm n-not gonna last m-much longer." he whined and the way he sounded so needy made you even more aroused and when you least expected your orgasm hitted you hard, and you cried out at the intense feeling. yangyang sat up, wrapping his arms around you, keeping you pressed against his chest as he kept thrusting inside you, chasing his own orgasm and guiding you through yours. he bit your shoulder a little bit harder than usual when he came, making you pull at his hair from the pleasurable pain you felt.

he let himself fall back into the pillows, sighing loudly and you got off of him so he could go throw away the condom. "i really needed that baby, thank you." you ran your hands through your hair, trying to make yourself more presentable and started putting your clothes back on.

"ah but who was complaining in the beginning?" yangyang grabbed his underwear from the floor and sent you a teasing smile.

"do you ever shut up?" you joked and he came closer to you, pressing a little peck on your lips.

"do you?" he replied and you pushed him away by his chest making him laugh, grabbing the rest of his clothes.

[wayward-mikaelson]

Centuries--Two

Word Count: 2207

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas (Mentioned), Jack (Mentioned), Reader, Michael (Mentioned), Hezekiah (Mentioned)

About: The Reader has some dirty memories from her dream sex with Michael.  The Reader and Dean share a passionate reunion after sharing feelings of being scared that this was dream. The Reader then learns how long she has been back for and gets a name from the time she can’t seem to remember. 

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Oral Female Receiving, Fingering, Rough Sex (Protected), Fantasizing, Nipple Play, Drinking, 

A/N: Requests are open until 7.11.2020 until 11.59pm USA Central time. Send your GIFS or pictures with what you want!!

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I shower until the water runs ice cold. Reluctantly, I turn the water off and grab hold of a and dry off. Before I wrap up in it, I stare at the mark that was left by Michael over a year ago. You would think that maybe, just maybe that it wouldn't show up when I came back. I hesitate to touch it and when I do, nothing happens. I'm not sure weather to be happy or sad as I think back to that dream. Well, it wasn't a dream according to Cas, It was the real deal.

I think about how Michael had me pushed up on the wall as his lips were pressed to mine. I think of how at the snap of his fingers, I was naked sitting on top of him. I think how he pushed me down on the couch and ripped his pants off and was inside of me in seconds. I close my eyes as I remember the rough thrusts of Michaels hips and the digging of my nails into his back. Almost identical to the way Dean had thrust into me but there had been inhuman force.

I snap out of day dream and wrap up in the towel and walk out of the bathroom. I make my way to my old room. A room that I barely remember. I enter the room to find that it's been left the same way I remember leaving it. I go to the wardrobe and pull out a tshirt and pants and throw them on. This isn't the time to day dream, I need to figure out how the hell I am even alive and how long I've been alive for.

Walking down the hallway, I pass Dean room. I see him sitting on his bed just staring into space. He looks like hell and I know he blames himself for it all. Saying yes to Michael lead to me killing myself. But we needed that win that day and it backfired in true Winchester form. Dean notices me and smiles. I walk in and sit on the bed next to him. I take his hand in mine and hold it tight.

"I haven't had decent sleep in the last few days and I am tired as hell," Dean lifts my hand up and kisses it. "But, I am scared as fuck to fall asleep and wake up and know that all of this could be a dream."

I smile at him knowing that I feel the very same way. "If this were a dream, Dean Winchester," I use my free hand to cup his face. "Nightmare or not, it's the best dream to have." I lean in and softly kiss him. Dean takes his free arm and wraps it around me and lays us down on the bed. I wiggle my way up. Dean gets a confused look on his face. "The door silly," I close the door and come back and straddle. "Don't need to go scarring your baby brother or Cas or Jack do we now?"

Dean is leaning back just staring at me. I slowly take my shirt off and watch as his eyes rake over what bare skin there is. He slowly lifts his hands to my skin and feels every inch of my stomach and back. He unclasps the bra and removes it and looks at my bare breasts. He takes his hands and squeezes them, making my head roll to the sound. I give a small hum and hang my head back when I feel him take one in his mouth. I smile as Dean sucks and licks my nipple making it hard under his grip.

Deans arms are around me the moment I sigh his name. He lays me down on the bed and I can see his dick pressed hard up on his jeans. I need it inside of me. I need to feel him thrusting inside of me again. It's been so fucking long since I've felt it. Instead of taking his pants off, Dean undoes my pants and slowly pulls them off along with my underwear. I am very aware of how wet I am with the air blowing around the room from the ceiling fan. Dean notices and gives a lustful smirk.

"I love to see that I still have this affect on you," He kneels down and kisses my leg from the knee to my thigh. When he gets to my thigh, I am aching so bad for him my legs shake. "Now let's test the waters, shall we?" Deans hand touches my folds and he begins to rub slow but firm. I grab my breasts and give them a squeeze. Then he slips in one finger making me sigh again.

"Oh so wet for me," Deans is soft and rough. He teases a second and third finger as he wiggles the one finger inside me around. It's making me squirm.

"Please," I whisper as my hands squeeze my breast again. "Dean, please."

"Please what?" His firm voice asks.

"Fuck me with your fingers." I gasps as his one finger starts toying around with my g-spot. "Make me cum all over your hand." Fuck, I missed this. I missed the feeling of being wanted. I missed the feel of being had by someone that loves me. I missed this part of being alive. As if reading my mind, Dean inserts two more fingers and begins to push and pull in and out. I sigh and let our a soft moan.

It doesn't take long before I am clawing at the sheets and arching my back. I whimper softly, pleading to cum but, Dean doesn't let me. Instead he teases me by getting me as close as I can and then stopping. I sigh dramatically each time only to hear him chuckle. "You're impossible," I tell him. Then I fell him go down on me and I squeak.

I reach down and hold his face in place as he fucks me with his tongue and sucks on my clit. My hips begin to rise up and down as I feel myself start tightening up. I wrap my legs around Deans neck to keep him place and to press him deeper into me. I grip his hair tight as my soft moans become louder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I yelp loudly as he inserts two fingers. Now, I am being fucked by both his tongue and fingers. It can't get better than that. My breathing is started to become ragged and I'm practically yelling for Dean to not stop. To keep going. Then I cum.

"Oh my fucking God, Dean," I scream as he continues to thrust his fingers in me and lick up the results of my orgasm. I let my head fall back as I come off my high. I close my eyes when I feel Dean start to kiss up my body and reach my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and smirk against his lips. "Your turn." I push him over and rip open his pants and pull both pants and under down. His dick springing up to life.

Dean rolls over and I hear him rummaging in a side drawer. He sits up and I see the condom package in his hands. I take it from him and rip it open and slowly roll it over his length. He groans as I do. Feeling myself get wet all over again, I stand up and sit over him and slowly lower myself on his length until he was balls deep inside of me.

I slowly start to move my hips up and down while making eye contact with him. He throws his head on the bed. "Fuck," he groans. His hands grabbing my hips and slamming me down on him. Making me yelp. I have no time to react to what happens next.

Dean pulls me down and wraps his arms around me. He rolls us over to where he's on tops of me. He sits up and pulls my hands from my chest and pins them above me. With a wicked grin and a sexy raised eyebrow, he slowly pulls out and teases the both of us with just the tip. Then he slams himself back in making me moan and scream at the same time.

Dean continues this until he raises my leg up onto his shoulder. Be both make eye contact at the sudden change in angle and position. He start to thrust deep, hard, and fast. Fucking me right into the mattress. We both are mess of moans, groans, screams, grunts, the whole bit. Then a few deep thrusts later, Dean yells out my name and I scream out his.

We lay there on the bed. Dean has his arms around me. "I'm convinced that this is my own personal heaven now," Dean says into my hair. His voice is soft and I know he's about to crash soon. I chuckle and roll over and give him a light kiss on the lips. His eyes are closed but I see him smile a bit before he starts to breath deeply.

I roll out of the bed and realize my legs feel like jello. Dean will be proud to know that he fucked me to the point that my legs were shaking afterwards. I look around the room for my clothes and get dressed. I smooth out my hair and make my way out of the room to the kitchen to make me some food.

"Wow," I hear Sams voice enter the kitchen after me. "I'm surprised you can still walk after all of that. Where's Dean?" I'm surprised too, I think. I am even sore down there too. But, it's a good sore. The one that makes getting fucked hard worth it.

"Sleeping," I say pulling out stuff to make a sandwich. "Do you know where Cas is? I need to look at my side again. I still have the mark Michael gave me for some reason."

Sam nods. "Cas and Jack dipped out when they started to hear you and Dean. Not sure if they will be back tonight. What did Dean say about it?"

"I don't think he saw it," I say putting the finishing touches on my sandwich. "If he saw it then he chose not to say anything." I take a bite and just marvel at the taste of the food. Almost better than the sex I just had. I reach back into the fridge and pull out two bottles of beer. I crack one open and I also marvel at the taste of it. It felt like forever since I had real food and a good beer.

"So," Sam says pulling out the phone I gave him. "I got a hit off the phone. The person you were talking to, their name doesn't exist so it's a total fake but, you kept calling them Hezekiah."

I sudden get this sharp pain in my head when he says that name. I grab my head and close my eyes. I start to see a figure with dreads and dark skin. As fast as the pain came it left. I realize I am sitting on the ground with my head in between my knees. Sam is by me.

"Are you okay?" He asks worried. "You just collapsed out of no where."

I rub my head a bit to make sure the pain is really gone. "I think so," Sam helps me up. "I know that name for some reason." I think back on that name. Its really familiar. Then I remember that moment I'm grabbed in the field trying to get Dean back from Michael. The angel that grabbed me was the same Hezekiah that Michael called out.

"Do you remember the name of that angel that Michael yelled at to get through the gate?" I ask Sam.

"No not really. Why?"

"It's the same damn fucking angel," I take a drink of my beer again. "Anything else?"

Sam slides the phone over to me. "Just that it's hard to track the number you had been texting or calling for the past year. So I hard reset it and made it even harder to track. Oh and new number too."

"What?" I ask staring at Sam and I pick up the phone. I want to make sure I heard him right before freaking out.

"I said it's harder to track now and you have a new number."  Sam says looking back at me before he tries to leave the kitchen.

"No," I say walking around the island. "What you said before that. For how long I'd been in contact with this bitch."

It finally clicks in Sam's head. "You've been back for a year."

That right there. I've been back that long. No memory but a name. A name when it was said, caused my head to hurt like I was being tortured. I hold the phone up and know that some of the answers that I needed were erased but maybe for a good reason. If this phone had been its original state who knew if I was already being tracked here. Cas needs to get back here so that he can try and dig deep into my brain.

[thisistenhyungsunderwear]

Hey! I was wondering if you could please do a really soft and really fluffy Byeongkwan smut? I don't really have an idea for the plot (sorry!) But I was thinking something along the lines of best friends to lovers with Byeongkwan, he thinks it's a one time thing but the reader assures him it isn't and that she loves him. I hope that's okay and that you have a good day!

Here you go love!!

Group: Ace

Dom!Byeongkwan, Sub!Reader

Warnings: soft sex, really fluffy lovey stuff, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it)

Word Count: 2449

On your way home, your phone went off, and the from the ringtone you knew exactly who it was. So at the next red light, you quickly rushed to open your message and response.

Byeongkwanie

Y/n come to to dorm~

The boys all left let's have a sleepover !!

Y/n

Uh huhh

On my way :))

You threw your phone back down on the seat and waited for the green light and did an immediate u-turn back towards the direction of A.C.E's dorm.

You didn't need a bag with clothes or a toothbrush, you practically lived at the boy's dorm at this point. So everything you needed was already there in Byeongkwan's room and the bathroom. You went there fast, and wasted no time running up into the dorm, excited to spend the night with your best friend again.

For the fourth time this week. 

The trip up the stairs was short, they only lived a few floors up, and the doors were unlocked because he was of course, expecting you. 

"What is up my favorite human being." You announced as you walked through the door and into the living room, a wild Byeongkwan relaxing on the couch. He jumped at the sound of your voice, but quickly settled down once he realized it was just you. 

"Why hello there. That was quick." He said getting up and giving you a fast hug. "Sweats and tshirt on on the bed." He told you before walking to the kitchen to grab you two some food. 

You smiled and skipped to his bedroom, where he layed out your favorite pair of sweats and one of his oversized tshirts, which you were one to always steal from him. You threw off your jeans and hoodie and quickly put on the comfy clothes, instant relief and happiness washing over you. 

You walked back out to the living room and Byeongkwan had set up snacks and drinks and a cute little rom com on the TV for you two.

"Movie night!" he looked at you with pure adoration and excitement, which made you giggle at his childlike attitude. You nodded and plopped down beside him, not forgetting to pick up the blanket on the arm of the couch for the two of you. 

He leaned back and you opened and threw the blanket over the two of you and cuddles into his side as he pressed play and leaned into you. 

The movie was cute, but it wasn't something you were most interested in. You tried to pay attention, but you kept getting lost in your thoughts and getting distracted a little too easily. Byeongkwan on the other hand was far gone in the movie, so much he didn't even acknowledge your disinterest and constant movement. 

You started shuffling more and more, maybe from the fact that your legs were falling asleep under you, or that you wanted to get his attention and possibly change the movie without telling him straight up, either way you were not comfortable and needed to change. 

You were sitting on the spot where the cushions met each other, so your body had long ago sunken into the gap and you started to push yourself up and backwards, and the closest thing for leverage was of course, Byeongkwan's thigh.

You rested your hand on his upper thigh and used almost all of your strength to push yourself up and further into his side. 

"Y/n.." He said as he tensed up from the sudden contact. Yeah you two were best friends, and yeah you played around. Skinship was no secret between you two, but where your hand was under the blanket, and the setting you two were in, Byeongkwan's heart was going a mile a minute because of you. 

"Yeah?" You asked, turning your head to look at him. You in the middle of pushing yourself all the way up, and the position you were in, when you turned your head, you were nose to nose with Byeongkwan who was staring down at you, watching your every movement.

Your breathing hitched when you noticed then proximity, and your gaze kept shifting between his eyes and the position of your faces. You locked eyes with him and tried to read his eyes, but it was too dark and you couldn't read his mind this time around. 

"Byeongkwan.." you whispered as your voice trailed off. Neither of you had moved from your position. It was almost as though you two wanted the same things but neither of you wanted to do it first. Tension built up in the air as you shifted between his eyes again. He kept a steady stare into yours, his face was hard as if he was lost in his own thoughts. 

Neither of you did anything, so when your arm began to give out from holding you up, you started to slowly shift backwards and let your elbow bend to lower you back down. 

Byeongkwan barely gave you a second to start moving before he shot his hand up to grab your attention and halt your movements. You looked back up at him and he quickly shifted his gaze between your eyes before making his final decision.

He reached up with his hand and put it on the side of your cheek, swiping his thumb across the high of your cheekbone and leaning down. He got centimeters away from your lips, his breathing hard and nervous. His heart never went faster, his adrenaline never shot so high. He stopped right before he made contact, giving you a chance to pull back. But you didn't. You froze in your spot, and waited for him to close the proximity. You palms sweated against his thigh and the couch.

He saw no hesitation or disinterest in his actions so, with a deep breath he allowed your lips to meet. At first it was still, just the feeling of him against you. You let your body relax and lean down but didn't disconnect your lips with him. He queued in on the change in your body language and slowly began to move his lips against yours. A million words behind the emotion in his kiss spoke to you at once. 

You kissed him back, moving your lips against his and brought your hand up from the couch cushion to his chest, where you felt the rapidness of his heart beat. This made yours only race more, you felt the pounding inside your chest get faster and faster, it felt like your chest was going to explode. 

Byeongkwan slowly worked his way with his mouth as he leaned forward into you, pushing you backwards on the couch and getting on top of you. He supported himself with one arm as he took the other and held the back of your head so you would land softly on the couch cushion underneath you. 

"Tell me now, if you want me to stop. If you don't want to go further." He whispered as he pulled back, anxiously searching you for hesitation. You smiled at his concern and took a deep breath before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and playing with his messy hair.

"I want this right now, just you." You said with a small smile breaking out on your face. He nodded and reconnected your lips. You shifted a little underneath his, opening your legs so you could hook them around his hips and place his core against your own. He groaned from the new contact and licked your lower lip, begging for permission to deepen the kiss. You gladly granted it to him, opening your mouth.

You didn't fight for dominance, you let him in submissively as he left no corner of your mouth untouched. 

You matched his heavier pace and took one of your arms to drag down from the back of his neck to the collar of his shirt, pulling on it a little bit, telling him to take it off. He pulled back and quickly pulled the back of his shirt over his neck and threw it down next to the couch.

You sat up slightly and took the hem of the shirt and lifted it over your head and let it hang off the arm of the couch behind you. 

He smiled and went back down, attaching his lips to the spot where your neck met your ear and lightly kissed and sucked his way down, both of your bare chests creating delicious friction against each other. 

Your hands shot up to the back of his neck when he attached his lips to your nipple, sucking it lightly, playing with the other in his other hand. You arched your back and started to grind your hips against him begging for friction from him. He ran his hands against the sides of your torso, kissing in between the valley of your breasts to give your other nipple the same amount of attention as he gave the other one. You let out a little whimper, shutting your eyes and getting lost in the feeling. He smiled against your chest and started to kiss down the center of your stomach where he reached the waistband of your sweats.

He said nothing as he looked up at you, giving you one last chance to bail out from going any further. You nodded and bucked your hips up, telling him to do it. He nodded and sat up on his knees, wrapping his fingers into the waistband of your sweats and underwear and pulling them down and off of your legs. 

He placed his palms on the inner part of your thigh and spread your legs for him even wider. Not even the darkness of the living room could hide how wet you were for him.

"So beautiful." He whispered, and it felt like he wasn't even saying it to you. He said it without even thinking you could hear him.

"No fair, your turn." You pouted, sitting up and tugging on the waistband of his sweatpants. He chuckled and nodded, quickly standing up and pulling them down, and then taking his spot in between your legs. 

"The amount of things I want to do to you right now," He said staring down at your naked figure in awe. His eyes shone with never leaving adoration and love.

"Don't care, I need you now. Please. I need to feel you." You whispered desperately, your core ached from the lack of attention, your wetness dripping down your core. You were so ready for him, just the idea of him made you wet.

"Your wish is my command." He said leaning down to your level. He lined himself up with your entrance, dragging his tip up and down your core, collecting your wetness over him. You bucked your hips and shot your hand up to grip his bicep.

He positioned himself once again and slowly lurched forward into you, his eyes never leaving your face as it contorted in pleasure, your grip on his arm tightening even more. 

"Holy shit-" You whispered as he bottomed out. He stayed there for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the size of him. He filled you up so perfectly and it almost made you cum right then and there.

After a minute you tapped his arm and gave him the signal to continue. He slowly began thrusting into you slowly rocking his hips into you. He grunted each time he pushed into you, your core contracting around him every time.

"So tight" He praised, slightly picking up the pace and leaning down to connect your lips. It wasn't necessarily a kiss, just a way to connect you two in more than one way.  He rocked into you at a steady pace that created tiny whimpers from you. 

He pulled back from the kiss, his forehead starting to bead with sweat, and he rested his head in the crook of your neck, supporting himself on his forearms next to your head. When the kiss was disconnected you opened your mouth and let the tiny whimpers and moans escape into the quiet room. 

Your sounds of pleasure only encouraged him, and he slightly picked up his pace, as he sat back up and used his hand to traced small circles over your clit.

"Byeongkwan, fuck" You moaned as you arched your back. You grinded your hips to meet his thrusts, and took your free hands to massage your breasts, exceeding the most amount of pleasure you could get. 

"Shit I'm so close." You whine at the growing pit in your stomach, his circles around your clit increasing pace.

"Hold on, i'm almost there." He said, his once consistent pace getting sloppier. He started to go faster and threw his head back in pleasure. 

"Shit okay now." He said as he increased his speed to the max before pulling out and releasing his seed onto your stomach. You reached your highs at the same time, your body jolting with the never ending pleasure of his fingers on your sensitive spot. He didn't stop his fingers until you rode out the very ends of your high and bucked your hips from the sensitivity of your climax. 

He slouched down slightly, reeling in and collecting his thoughts. You smiled and let your body relax and loosened all your muscles, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only sounds in the room. 

Once you two relaxed, you looked up at his tired, kneeling figure. So you shuffled over to the side, giving him enough space to lay down next to you. He gladly took the position and layed down on his right side, back against the back of the couch. You reached to the floor next to you and threw the blanket over you as he wrapped his left arm around your waist and drew circles on your stomach. 

You two were silent for a while, but at one moment he decided to break the silence, the awkward tension could be cut by a knife. 

"Y/n," He said quietly, "is this...is this just an in the moment thing. Do you want me to pretend this didn't happen. Do you...Do you feel anything after this?" he rambled, you could hear the anxiety ridden in his voice. 

"Byeongkwan, I, I really like you." you confessed, your heart racing. "I dont, I dont want this to be forgotten, I want you. If, If you'll have me?" you asked.

"I love you." He said quietly, looking up at you."

"And I love you. Always."

[ceratonia-siliqua]

Heaven Is a City We’ve Been Priced Out Of (Ch 2)

AO3 Link 

Warnings: Possible triggers revolving around the idea of death and dying.

The knife in his lap was heavy but the man next to him was sweet. 

Bucky passed him a burger and fries, adjusted as he drove one handed out of the drive thru. The heat radiated through the wrapper, piping hot in a way only mom and pop burger joints ever seemed to achieve. Drool was pooling in his mouth as he carefully unwrapped the palm sized gift. Bucky stopped the car in the parking lot briefly to situated his own burger, foot still on the break, suggesting that he planned to eat while they drove. 

Peter was nervous but hid it as his teeth sunk into the burger. The paper crinkled and the bun greased his lips shiny. Juice squeezed out the sides, bubbling but contained as the bread soaked it up. The beef was tender but still maintained enough body to pull its own weight. The sour spiked note of the pickle and the slightly sweet harmony of the ketchup had a sigh slipping past his lips. As he pulled away, strands of cheese followed, keeping him connected. Licking his lips, he wiped away the mess but immediately dove in for more. Eyes slipping shut, he hummed as his first warm meal in months settled like a soft ember in his stomach, warmed up from the inside out. In his blissed out state, the eyes watching him went unnoticed, their normal daggers softened by the scene, allowing them to slip by. 

The burger disappeared quickly, the rest of the meal quick to follow suit. As Peter leaned back he took a deep breath. Food had been too scarce for too long, his stomach pushed at his lungs from the volume of the meal. It ached but he’d take it over the familiar knaw of hunger. The car had started moving once more at some point in his meal. He watched as the city bled to suburbs then farmland. Didn’t take more than a half an hour on the freeway to reach rural stretches. Was strange to think about all those bodies jammed into the tent city when so much land lay just outside. 

The drive was quiet, the hum of the radio tuned to a 40s channel filled the cab. Peter rolled the closed knife between his palms, mindless and simply needing to fidget. Nearly jumped out of his skin when Bucky spoke.

“Almost home.”

“Oh,” The sound quiet and just before he turned to look at Bucky. 

Bucky was handsome, it was hard not to stare and Peter was certainly doing so. The short beard, the long hair peeking out from under his cap. Strong jaw and a frame so large he made Peter look like a child in comparison. A part of him wanted to reach out and touch him, assure himself that Bucky was real, that this wasn’t a cruel dream. 

“You okay there, sweetheart?” Bucky didn’t take his eyes off the road. 

Peter wished he could sink into the seat, snapped his head forward and pretended he hadn’t been blatantly looking up the man next to him. “Yeah… just making sure you aren’t gonna vanish into thin air.” Bit his tongue, hard. 

Bucky was silent. Peter jumped when a hand gently touched his elbow. “I’m not going anywhere, darling.”

Peter ignored the safety of that phrase, the way it pulled at his ribs. It was too intimate, too much of a promise from someone he’d just met. He wanted to trust Bucky so badly. Knew that this drive could well be his last. At some point though… why not just let it happen? He was dying. He could feel it. His body moments away from vanishing into dust. At least here, if Bucky killed him he would have a full belly. He would have lived the last hours of his life with some shreds of tenderness. Easier to die fighting than to roll over and let his body waste away.

Even with the knife, Bucky could still hurt him. The man was a mountain and Peter a finch. Still, the knife was a promise. An oath. Maybe Peter was naïve for buying into it but he’d lived his life on faith too long to jump ship now. 

They pulled up to a farmhouse. Startlingly rustic and was hard to put with Bucky’s city attire and accent. It was dark, but he could make out soft russet siding, a roof traditional of the housing style in brown. It was charming, didn’t read as a murder den but then he doubted most of them did. 

He was pulled from his thoughts as Bucky stepped out of the car. 

“Need help gettin’ out?” Bucky leaned in through the open door way of the driver’s side. 

“I think I can manage.” It was harder for him to lower himself with the way his hip had been injured, it locked at a fairly shallow angle and sitting was more often a semi controlled fall unless he was on his knees first and then turned. Standing on the other hand was easier. There were still hiccups, his joints would creak and pop in protest but he would make it. Did make it as he braced himself on the door frame once he’d swung it open. The sound of Bucky’s door closing behind him and the crunch of gravel suggested Bucky was coming around. 

It was a moment he was left completely open. The knife was resting in his pocket so he could stand and his slowed rise left him vulnerable. Yet, Bucky came around and leaned on the door frame next to him, letting him take the time he needed. Didn’t touch him or pressure him in any form, and fuck, if it wasn’t just another point in Bucky’s favor. Too many times others would ignore his need for some level of independence. The things he could do, no matter how hard, were important to him. He may have needed Bucky’s help sitting but Bucky refraining from forcing his assistance on Peter was more than most would give him. 

Bucky walked behind Peter as they started towards the house, a nearby field of mint spicing the air. The house loomed, tall and dark. It promised something, whether it was good or something which would spell his end was uncertain. He stuck his hands in his pockets, ran his left one over the handle of the folded blade, had to take the right side railing in order to keep holding on to the knife. Bucky rounded in front of him once they were on the porch, unlocked the door and flipped on the lights as he went in. The honey toned lights made the door just welcoming enough to encourage Peter through. 

The interior of Bucky’s home gave off an energy that could only be described as sturdy. Everything from the armchair to the coffee table was made of solid oak and dark twisted iron. It made each piece look capable, like the mountain that used them was no more a burden than a feather. The walls were covered in a cream colored wallpaper, their edges not quite laid correctly and overlapping. It was endearing, suggested that it had been done by an occupant rather than a professional, a personal touch. 

“The shower is down that hallway, second door on the left. I’ll bring you some fresh clothes just leave yours outside the door.” Bucky pointed to a hallway that ran off to the right towards the middle of the room, separated the living room and what appeared to be a small dining room. 

“Okay,” A hint of uncertainty leaking into his tone as he turned down the dark hall, almost jumped when the light turned on. He glanced over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of Bucky’s arm disappearing behind the wall, presumably having turned on the light for him. Peter caught himself smiling at the detail. 

The bathroom was painted a rich chocolate brown, it felt homely and warm and Peter honestly loved it. The clawfoot tub called his name, he could see himself spending a lazy fall night in it. Was quick to shunt that idea out of his head, reminded himself that this was temporary and only for the night. He was only supposed to shower, not dirty the white porcelain. He ignored the tub and went about figuring out the shower. The two knobs were unlabeled, worn away by time and use. It took nearly burning himself to figure out which was which. 

 Peter stripped himself bare, stared at the ratty jeans and the band t-shirt so faded that the design was nothing more than a shadow. Most embarrassing was his underwear. Plain blue boxer briefs with holes ripped below the elastic, so stretched out that it barely stayed on his hips. There was a large stain on the front, an old blood patch from when a man had been beaten and Peter’s desperate attempts to help ended with him covered in blood and most of his clothes taken as evidence by the police. His outfit was pitiful, no wonder Bucky had suggested a shower. Between the clothes and the layer of grime he must have looked like an orphan child from a Charles Dickens novel.

Being naked in a stranger’s house was nothing short of strange, even for something as innocent as a shower. That was until the shower washed away everything but positive, floaty thoughts and feelings. The stall had glass that had been fogged in such a way that it almost looked like a wall of opalescent stones, all carefully pieces together until no gaps remained. The tile was a shade of pink so light that Peter wasn’t quite sure it wasn’t merely a trick of the light. He felt near boneless under the spray and started to wonder if this is what a shower in heaven would look like. The hot water seemed to pull all the impurities, physical or not, from his body. Ushered them down the drain as black, torrid ink. 

The knock on the door was unwelcome but expected. Bucky let himself in. Peter watched as a black shadow moved just behind the door. Like an evil spirit, a demon, just beyond the gates of heaven. Or an angel arriving home. 

“I got you a pair of shorts and a tshirt. The shorts are too small for me. They’ll still probably be a bit big for you but at least you won’t drown in these. Plus the shirt will cover anything the shorts don’t catch,” Bucky broke the silence, shuffling around. “I’ll-“ Bucky fell quiet, something in the air… shifted. 

“What were you saying?” Peter pulled himself under the spray, trying to ward off the chilling aura.

“Peter,” The way Bucky said his name, it was painfully gentle. “Why is there blood on your clothes?” A barely contained bite to the edge of the comment, still sharp but not cutting. 

Peter feared Bucky believed him to be harming others, didn’t know how to explain that body fluids, blood and urine especially, were common on the streets. “The big one on my underwear is from trying to help someone who was injured. It happened about a year ago.” Hoped that was enough, didn’t want to relive that moment.

It was as if the very house itself sighed. As quickly as the tension came it fled. Ran to opposite corners of the house and out windows, through walls. Peter didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath.

“That's fine then. I was worried you’d gotten hurt. I’ll get you some boxers.” 

“Oh you don’t have to-“ Bucky was already gone. Left Peter to shower a minute more before he returned and left the boxers without much fanfare. Once again Peter was left to his own devices. He finished off by scrubbing out his hair, used a small amount no bigger than a quarter of the shampoo and conditioner. Wondered if his curls would come in full force now that they weren’t weighed down by dirt and oil. 

He turned the water off and toweled down as best he could. He picked up the boxers, just a simple black pair that was certainly too big for him but the elastic had a shot of at least holding onto his bony hips. He’d worn other people’s clothes before but not their underwear. It was clearly clean, but some part of his brain kept pinging that detail. It was either this or going commando though and Peter was far more opposed to the latter. He put them on along with the shorts and shirt. The shorts reached down to his calves and needed to be tied up snug to stay on but they worked. The shirt was a plain black and fell just above his knees. It forced Peter once again to acknowledge the vast size difference between them. Peter was having a hard time believing just how big Bucky was. He could see it clearly with his own two eyes and it still didn’t seem like it was possible for someone to be as tall and densely muscled as Bucky. Bucky’s body wasn’t for show, it was built for strength. His muscles weren’t disproportionate and veiny like a body builder’s. Instead, he came off more as a wall, sturdy and capable.

His old clothes were gone, swept away and likely beyond salvaging. He hoped Bucky sent him off with something to cover up with tomorrow before taking him back to the city. He was about to leave the bathroom when he noticed the obsidian knife resting on the counter. Bucky had removed it from his pants and set it back out for him. Peter picked it up, amazed by the dedication to trying to make Peter feel safe. His only defense could have easily been swept away without him noticing or thinking about it until it was too late. He almost wanted to leave it behind, show Bucky he trusted hi-

A knock at the door. “Peter, I’m making hot cocoa, want some?” Slightly muffled by the slab of wood between them. 

Peter opened the door wide. Taken aback by the tender look Bucky gives him. Watched it fall back to something more neutral, friendly. Stuttered as he spoke. “I-uh yea-, sure.” God, he hoped he could sink into the floor. 

Bucky smiled, affection already having found a home in the looks he gave Peter. “Alright sweetheart, follow me and we’ll whip something up.”

Peter obeyed, the knife forgotten as he was drawn away by Bucky’s gentle demeanor. The kitchen Bucky took him to was new. All the appliances were up to date, cabinets still holding the sheen of new paint, new tile and countertops. It was modern compared to the usual set up for the style of house. A rack hung above an island that copper pots and pans hung from, chained to the ceiling by black iron hooks. The kitchen island was topped with wood, making it into a giant cutting board if one wished to use it that way. Two wooden stools were tucked under it. Bucky pulled one of them out for Peter to sit on as he went to the stove, a pot of steaming milk already resting there. There were two mugs set out filled with mix. One cup was bigger than the other, meant for hands much larger than Peter’s. Bucky poured the steaming milk into each, stuck a spoon in both and stirred. Just as Peter thought, Bucky took the larger mug. It looked normal in his hands, just another coffee mug. 

“Here you go, doll.” Bucky set the other one in front of him. 

“Thank you,” Peter took a sip, was surprised by how rich it was. Drank more, doing his best not to burn his mouth in the process. The whole cup gone in under a minute. 

Bucky chuckled, still nursing his own cup and pulling up the stool next to Peter. “Good?”

Peter let out a small gasp as he came up for air. Set the now empty cup on the island. “Really good. What brand was that?” 

Bucky hummed, sipped from his cup before answering. “I made the blend myself. Found most places didn’t make it the way I wanted it so I took matters into my own hands.”

“Wow, well you did a really good job. It was delicious.” 

He practically beamed. “Thank you, Peter.”

Peter nearly choked on his own spit, gave a few hardy coughs as Bucky reached over and thumped on his back. Felt dumb for it. Choked just because Bucky had said his name. 

“Don’t die on me now,” Teasing but concerned. “Like you alive a little too much for that.”

“I’m-” A round of coughs. “-okay.” He croaked out. 

“Mhm.” Bucky set his cup down and stood up. He took Peter’s mug to the sink, rinsed it, and filled it with water before handing it back to Peter. “Here.”

Peter took the water, sipped until the tingling passed and powered through the coughs that came in between. He was tired, didn’t know if it was the coughing or something else but he felt it now. Maybe it had been there for awhile, something he was just now noticing. 

“You look a bit tired.” 

He nodded, rubbed one eye and shook his head out like a dog, trying to ward off the sensation. 

“Why don’t we get you set up in the guest bedroom.” Bucky stood up. “Follow me.” Bucky abandoned his cup as he started walking. Peter slipped off the stool and followed behind. 

The rest of the house felt… cool. Like a house with it’s blinds closed on a hot summer day. It was an opposite comfort to the way a warm house felt. The crisp chill made him feel comfortable in his skin, like it wasn’t drawn tight by heat and anxiety. 

Bucky led him up the stairs, was patient as Peter took his time getting up. It didn’t hurt but it was something he needed to take his time on. Once at the top he was guided down the stretch of hall. It was only four doors. All were closed except the bathroom, which Bucky pointed out as they went. At the end of the hallway were two doors next to each other, the small line of wall between them indented and creating a sort of ‘Y’ look. Bucky pointed to the door on the left. 

“That one is my room,” He switched to the door on the right. “That one is yours.” Reached out and opened the door to reveal a room painted a mid-toned blue. Deep blue curtains covered the windows and that same coolness was present in this room. The bed was a full size, had a cozy looking quilt all laid out across it. The quilt was a deep maroon, contrasting the color theme of the room. There was a nightstand with a lamp and a dresser off next to the window. The walls had pictures of the ocean on them. Peter was sensing a theme. 

“If you need anything just come get me. If you can’t get out of bed for some reason knock on the wall. I’ll be able to hear you since the rooms share the one the bed is against.”

“Okay, thank you Bucky.” Peter looked at him, tried to convey just how important, how meaningful this was through his gaze and simple words. 

“Of course, Peter.” One of those massive hands reached out towards him and cupped his cheek gently. Peter nearly crumbled into pieces. “Anything you need, anytime. Just say the word.”

Peter refused to tear up, gave one firm nod before Bucky pulled away to let him lay down. He wanted to follow, didn’t want Bucky to go but stayed where he was. Watched as Bucky disappeared, closing the door with a click!

He crawled into bed without much fanfare. Curled up under the covers and sighed as the long forgotten feeling of clean sheets slid across his skin, drawing him down into the lazy waves of sleep. Dreamed of grey eyes and trust and warm chocolate and longing. Got to experience more of those precious human comforts. 

In the end, it was nothing more than a precursory apology for what was to come as Peter woke up in a sea of his own unending vomit.

[himbofreddynewandyke]

creamsicle smut, cheers to @sunflowersdaisies for tossing ideas around with me

Maybe orange thought he was being subtle because Larry never called him out, never drew any attention to it, but he knew that the kid’s eyes would shift to him whenever he thought Larry wasn’t looking. It was cute, in a way. Larry had a decent body, too many drive thru meals and late nights to not look his age, but he lifted weights almost every night, knew he could look good in a tight shirt. Orange probably didn’t have a lot of opportunities to check out other guys, sit in the passenger seat and steal glances at Larrys arms the way he did, following with a longing look at his lips before shooting his eyes forward again. It was a dangerous game in this profession, Larry knew that all too well. So he let the kid indulge himself, let him think he was being sneaky in admiring Larry. Hell, Larry enjoyed it too, who wouldn’t, picking Orange up wearing a tight white tshirt instead of his usual hawaiian shirt (their usual, the kid had starting imitating his dress) and seeing him suck in air and his eyes widen.

There was always a nervous tension to the kid, hiding behind the casual coolness he was trying to play, but he was intelligent, really observant, Larry could tell. Whereever they went, Orange was immediately noting where the exits were, always positioning himself and Larry where they wouldn’t be blocked off from leaving, he’d keep up a conversation across a diner table while carefully cataloging everyone in the room with his eyes. Only drank light beers, nursing one for ages, not letting himself get drunk while making it seem he was matching pace with the other guys. He’d make a damn great criminal one day, Larry thought. Had a natural talent, an instinct, for this line of work. He just needed some experience, some guidance.

While Larry left it up to Orange to make the first real move, he flirted with the kid, in that way guys like them had refined, where it could easily be dismissed as just straight guy banter, adored the way the kid’s face would turn red and he’d start to stammer. Larry found himself touching him, leaving a hand on his arm, gently guiding him when there wasn’t anyone around with a hand on his upper back (and a few times, his lower back). Often Orange leaned into his touches, almost guiltily, as though he was taking something he didn’t think he deserved. Once late at night, parked at the side of a quiet road to finish off their burgers and chips, Larry slung his arm over the kid’s shoulder, wide palm on the back of the kids neck, and started kneading him, casually, not breaking their conversation. Orange’s eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened as Larry massaged him, but nothing came of it, both on them pretending it never happened once Larrys hand left him.

Now it was just a few days until heist day, Larry had spent almost every day this past two weeks with Orange. The neck massaging last night hadn’t scared him off, the kid hopping in Larrys car half an hour after Larry called him like usual. This time tho, Larry took him to his motel room, told him to make himself at home. Larry saw it again, the eagle eyes, noting down everything in Larry’s apartment, zeroing in on the side of a small safe half hidden between the bed and drawers. Straight after this job was done, Larry was going to ask Orange to be his partner. Sexual tension aside, the kid had the skills and smarts to be a great thief, and Larry wanted to nurture those talents.

On the beat up motel room couch, surprisingly comfy if you dont let yourself think about what the stains might be, Larry was explaining to him about the history of the Brewers. He knew Orange didn’t care about baseball, but it gave them both an excuse for the kid to watch him intently, nodding his head as if he cared, eyes shooting for a second to Larrys biceps or chest before back to his face again as if nothing had happened. Larry had told himself last night to back off and let Orange decide if this went any further, but he couldn’t help himself, and he didn’t get where he was today by following the rules. He slid his arm across the kids back again, noting with glee that Orange almost immediately melted into his touch and shifted closer to Larry. Then the kid reached out, gripped Larry’s arm, the look in his eyes showing Orange was just as surprised as Larry at his own actions, and rubbed him gently, just like Larry had done to his back.

The kid looked terrified, like he’d gone too far, like he was expecting Larry to call him a faggot and punch him in the face. So Larry calmed him, “it’s ok kiddo. you can touch.” And Orange did, bringing his other hand up now, both of them running slowly across Larrys arm, up his shoulder, giving himself a treat he’d long denied himself. “That’s it, baby, thats it, take what you want” Larry said in a soft voice, soothing, the kid’s hands straying over Larry, his eyes wide and gleeful, mouth open slackly, like a child given free reign in a sweetstore.

Larry had wanted to kiss the kid the moment he first met him, his mouth so tempting, always biting his lower lip, making Larry imagine how it would feel to suck it between his own teeth. And now with them so close to his own, he did, lightly gripping the kids jaw and bringing him in closely, not wanting to scare him away with any sudden movement. But the kid went willingly, happily, had been waiting for this moment too, gasped into Larrys mouth. They found a rhythm quickly, the kid kissed sloppily, inexperienced but eager, pressing himself against Larry, onto Larry’s lap. When they paused for a second, Larry started taking his own shirt off and Orange quickly followed suit, now pressing bare chests together, Larrys hand across Oranges back while the kids hands were going nuts all over his chest, running thru his chest hair, from his collarbones to his stomach and then back again, letting himself explore. Larry groaned, can almost taste the kid’s fervour, at finally getting to experience his desires, to worship Larrys body. He was noisy too, whines and whimpers at the back of his throat, making Larry light headed. Fuck, this kid was perfect.

And then Orange slid off his lap ungracefully onto the floor, and opened Larrys knees, knelt between them with an eager grin on his face. Goddamn, this kid was so fucking perfect. 

Four hands quickly and clumsily unbuckling Larry’s belt and unzipping his pants, Oranges mouth on his cock the second it was out of his underwear. What he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm, moans that were too small and irregular to be fake, spit going everywhere. When Larry looked down, Orange’s eyes were closed, like having Larrys dick in his mouth was too much of a treat to let his other senses like sight disrupt it, and the kid was pressing down on his own clothed bulge, rubbing himself just a bit thru his jeans. Seeing the kid get off so much on sucking him made Larry cum quickly, would’ve preferred to give a warning but Orange didn’t mind, choked slightly but was grinning, lapping up the cum that had spilled out. Larry quickly tucked himself back in and then pulled him onto his lap. “oh sweet boy, you fucking gorgeous boy” he said, kissing him deep and hard again, finding it oddly hot that the younger mans mouth and chin were wet with spit and his cum.

Larry shifted the kid off his lap and to the side of him, and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. There was a faint dark patch close to the belt line, and when he had them down his suspicions were confirmed, the front left of Oranges briefs sticky and wet, making the outline of his hard dick transparent through them, and Larry couldn’t help but moan at how wet Orange had gotten, how much precum all over himself, just from blowing Larry.

Larry wanted to move the kid back a bit, so he was against the chair arm and Larry could lean down and blow him, but Orange had other ideas, straddling Larrys lap again, this time facing away from him, wiggling his arse, and Larry started pumping his cock, his other hand on the kids stomach to help balance him, and he could feel the muscles there moving and tensing, strangely erotic. 

The kid was wiggling his rear end like crazy, grinding his arse into Larrys clothed crotch, making his spent dick twitch. It wasn’t until the second time that Orange looked over his shoulder coyly while pointedly grinding his arse again that Larry realised what he was trying to signal, what he was indicating to Larry. Larry gripped him tighter across the stomach, growled into the kid’s shoulder, “next time, i’ll fuck you next time” and Orange gasped again which quickly turned into a choking noise as he came all over Larry’s hand.

Larry kept his hand on Oranges stomach, loved how he could feel the kid tense and relax through his orgasm, holding him up while Orange slumped boneless against him. Larry knew he should get up and get a washcloth, but he couldn’t right now, didn’t want to let Orange go, even for a minute. And when the kid twisted his body, still in Larrys lap but leaning across it at an awkward angle, nuzzled tiredly into Larrys neck, his hand softly running over Larry’s chest, like he’s still amazed he’s allowed to do this, Larry knew he’d never be able to let this kid go.