#what a delicious fic it could be mmmmm

[carnivorachiroptera]

An a/b/o pre-DOFP au

What if they gave Charles an exclusive right to visit Erik in pentagon because they were a bonded pair and bond breaking sickness could kill them both.

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 17/11✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: (Baby Mk trying to wake up macaque) Macaque: Wukong your son's awake Wukong: Before sunrise he's your son. Lol lion King reference

Aaaaaaahhh I love it! I was thinking the same!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I wonder if MK is experiencing any other Yaoguai urges? Besides his crush instincts and fun Monkey habits and behaviors.

mmmmm I think he mostly sometimes starts a tantrum in monkey style, where he starts to move a lot and jumps around

Anonimo ha chiesto: So like do macaque and wukong have rings or anything like now I think it would be cute if they renewed their vow.

I think I need to go study traditional chinese weddings traditions

l@ovingshadowpeaches ha chiesto: Ohhh my gosh i finally have the balls to send you this ask!! I adore your shadowpeach bio parents AU SO SO SO MUCH, your art style is so satisfying and mesmerising to look at, the plot is chefs kiss and I hope you know I LOVE all the soysauce duo content i am being fed and our Macaque introject adores it because the MK he knows is his son and your comic makes him feel a lot more valid and closer to his boy, your comic is so comforting to both him and me. I can't wait to see how it all plays out and I can't express enough how much we love love this comic!! All the love!!! GAH!!!

awww tysm for your ask!!!! :')

Anonimo ha chiesto: I think that is hilarious that macaque yoinked the great sage. Also other demons jealous Mac?!?! I need more jealous mac. I can only imagine it went like, Here is a basket of delicious peaches for your enjoyment. Excuse me while I go beat the shit out this demon for trying to take you away (Not that they could even if they got past Macaque).

hehe meanwhile Wukong's ego grows tenfold

Anonimo ha chiesto: SHADOWPEACH BIO PARENT AU The last question had me saying: what was Pigsy's and Tang's reaction to Mk's l̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ crush on Red Son? And also the court napping thing?

I think at first they didn't believe it, then they realized what happened, and didn't know wheter being shocked or not since they should have absolutely saw it coming.

@vex--lynn ha chiesto: Do you find it crazy how much you've affected the Fandom, like you've taken it by storm! It's kinda like when "Garden across our collarbone" took over the Fandom. In the end, we're left crying happy tears. I'm so happy to have found this comic while it was still being made cause I feel like I'm part of the adventure of these crazy monkies! I wish you nothing but the best for you!! <3

BRO u CAN'T JUST PULL OUT THAT NAME AND MINE IN THE SAME CONTEXT. That fic is like an atomic bomb I'm just a humble artist drawing gay monkies.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I just want you to know that your LMK comic is getting me through a really hard time in my life right now. It really helps to have something to smile about and look forward to. Thank you so much for all the recent fluff. It brings me a lot of joy. 💕 Awwww tysm!!

Aww that's so nice to hear!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Okay since mac has 6 sensitive ears... wouldn't be sometimes hard for him...? l mean what if there was very strong noises like fireworks or smt around!? U know what is the best solution for this!! Mac lying down between wukong's arms and put his head on chest and listen to his heartbeat!!! This will absolutely will calm him down right? I WANNA SEE THIS IN YOUR COMICS PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASS

askjcbaicbasc that's sooooo cute! Maybe, perhaps, in the future, who knows....

Anonimo ha chiesto: Is it slowly building back up to shadowpeach getting back together or? 🤔 idk their relationship status rn

situationship so bad these 2 are sleeping together and have a kid but still are allergic to flirt like normal people.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Got a question about Sun Wukong being trans. I know he probably uses glamour to hide his ✨✨boobies✨✨. But like, is he also using tape or are they kinda just... Out Cause now I'm thinking about the times we've seen him shirtless so like... ???

before he learned to shapeshift he mostly used bandages since that's all he could do at the time. Now MK is teaching him what binders are and he couldn't be more grateful.

@ayrza ha chiesto: I know you may not share it, or even read it, but I need to get it out of me. Do you realize that MK has only had father figures and no mother figures? Which means that the simple word "MAMA" carries too much sentimental weight and that's... 🥹 THIS COULD NOT BE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU ALREADY MADE IT!!! MY BABY SAID MAMA!!!! 😭✨💖

o my gAAAAHHD I THINK THAT WAS UNINTENTIONAL OF ME BUT THIS CHANGES EVERYTHINGGG

@s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e ha chiesto: question: what does MK call Pigsy and Tang? Anonimo ha chiesto: I love the new post i am crying 😢 😭 But I do have a question is mac mama and wukong Baba, or is wukong Mama and mac baba this is an important question I have for you???

Pigsy is "Dad" and Tang is "Papa". Mac is "Mama" and Wukong is "Baba"

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’ve seen many many drawings and intereptations of Mac being all piecered, especially on his ears cause if you have six, you gotta use em. Does macaque have any piercings in your au or is his ears too sensitive for that in your mind? Does he like to fidigit with them or any body else?

mmmm he can perfectly have it. I think he would have a few, but only rings and like each of them is far from the others in the lobe area because I can imagine someone with sensitive Hearing wouldn't like to hear the sounds of metal or earrings tingeling every time he moves around.

@alchemical-spill-on-aisle-three ha chiesto: In your shadowpeach comic, is Mei going to help MK with his crush? I just think it would be really funny if they got into hijinks while trying to get MK and Redson together lol

Mei is the one who organized their sparring meetings in the first place. She was Spicynoodle number 1 fan since the beginning.

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: Hmm... if Kai is gonna be MK and Red Son's son does that mean that Nya is gonna be Mei's daughter?

Omg yes. But guys don't tempt me or I might make a "Spicynoodle 50 years later/ninjago crossover" comic the size of the shadowpeach one if we go down this path

Anonimo ha chiesto: If mk is a trans does he still get period?

yes

Anonimo ha chiesto: what is MK’s favorite thing about red boy?

The fact that he tries to hide his emotions but his fire powers reflects them out of his control. MK thinks it's very cute.

Anonimo ha chiesto: So, are you ever going to make a sick episode for the bio dads? I am asking because I am sick, and it would be interesting to see what they are like when sick.

nope sorry. donesn't fit in the current schedule. But MK will go at the hospital at some point if that's of any reassuring.

@sokda-lal-ashes ha chiesto: Do you have why doodles that aren't exactly in the stories but that fits your bio parents au? I love your art so much!! Especially your redson design!!!

Yes but they are spoilers. Sorryyy

Anonimo ha chiesto: Wukong: hay don't forget to eat breakfast. Macaque: what are you talking about I just ate Wukong: you had espresso & anit depressants that is not a meal. Macaque (repeats mocking Wukong) I don't need your judgement I feel like the whole being revived thinks makes macaque sometimes not realize he's hungry or thirsty

ahah how much I relate (I don't take antidepressant but a lot of magnesium bc of mood swings)

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Wait… if macaque gets his power from a lunar eclipse, does that mean that wukong gets his power from a solar eclipse? Bye <3

Anonimo ha chiesto: Oh so I just had a thought! Since the light hair streaks are being caused by a lunar eclipse because Macaque draws his powers from the moon, is the opposite true for Wukong? Are any of his powers from the sun and would something happen if there was a solar eclipse? Love all the world building in your comics its all so good!!!

mmm I don't think that's how it works.

Anonimo ha chiesto: wait, so since the brotherhood knew about Macaque courtnapping Wukong, did they ever have to witness the monstrosity of cuddles and affection you describe Shadowpeach when they’re together? I could only imagine the awkwardness. Or many they’re totally cool with them being open with each other right in front of them. I know th3 brotherhood won’t show up in your comic as you’ve said before but a fan can only dream.

Oh yeah. O yeah they did.

@shamelesschopshopwasteland ha chiesto: How are Macaque and Wukong? Do they spend time with each other outside of sleeping? (Also I love you AU!!! <3)

Macaque still works from time to time to the Dojo in weekdays, and also likes his alone time, but has been spendind more time with Wukong to help the other monkeys and telling stories about what happened in all those years they missed when they were still enemies.

Anonimo ha chiesto: (I LOVE YOUR ART SM IFDJKEWVJHA, make sure to take breaks!!) Considering Macaque doesn't like the cold. (I love that HC so much, especially because I like to HC that he's freezing 24/7 can only warm up with hot springs and touch but not actual heat/the sun) How would Macaque react in a snowstorm/winter. Would he just bundle up a lot or lock himself in a room or something similar?

3 layers of jackets and self-heating socks when he's going around, otherwise Hot springs every evening.

Anonimo ha chiesto: what other nicknames/pet names does SWK and Macaque have for one another beside peaches and plum?

mmm I think Sun and Moon

@patienceandpokemon ha chiesto: Okay, rip my heart out with happiness in P7 of Monkie trio with the moonlight reveal why don't you?! THANK YOU! But in seriousness, in the latest bit . . Are Mac and MK recharging their shadow powers under the moonlight? Is that why Mac never really attacked in season 1-3 in your AU of LMK, unless there had been a full moon prior? Or am I snowballing into unrelated territory? Anywho, love the comic! He's so fucking fluffy and white like a pearl! And MK, baby fluff!!!!!

Wait he actually did it in the series?? I never noticed!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Soooooo we know Macaque did the courtnapping for shadowpeach so who did the courtnapping for the demon bull family? PIF or DBK👀

I think PIF did?

@boonalina ha chiesto: Question: In your AU, when exactly did Mac and PIF become sworn siblings? Cuz we know Wuk and Mac were sworn bros with DBK, and then DBK "betrayed" them by getting together with PIF. So when exactly would Mac have become sworn siblings with her? Was it like during the time Wukong was under the mountain or smth? Cuz it does seem like Mac drifted apart from the Brotherhood when Wukong was imprisoned.

this is a fandom headcanon, but I believe it was a little after Wukong was imprisoned, and a little after Macaque was revived

[ihni]

Things I love to read in Billy and/or Harringrove fanfiction:

(Inspired by @grey-sides and in the hopes of spreading some love)

Billy and Max overcoming their problems to form a united front and start working together, and become better siblings to each other.

Realizations. The "oh" moments. The "oh shit" moments, the "oh fuck" moments, the "oh no no no..." moments. ALL the realizations! (So, like ... the boys finding out they're into each other, anyone finding out about Billy's home life, Billy finding out about monsters, both of them finally seeing another - more vulnerable - side of each other, etc etc etc)

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Billy getting to fight monsters too, especially if he can use it as an outlet for all that aggression and be badass and save people's asses and then be all blasé about it like "what? it's not like it's hard" *hair flip* (also Billy and an axe will NEVER be over-played!)

Physical whump (bruises, blood, hiding injuries, fighting, being pushed up against surfaces, threats, hands grabbing faces and throats and hair, being made to kneel, incapacitation, fighting through exhaustion/illness, manhandling, etc etc. I'm a whumper at heart, I want to inject all these things into my veins).

Emotional whump (being left out of things/ostracization, feeling lonely, overhearing something hurtful, keeping a straight face even though you're hurting inside, not expecting someone to come and save you when you're hurt/captive etc etc - ie my bread and butter).

Billy patching himself up (BOTH phisical and emotional whump, so, like a double-whammy!)

Billy in the upside down, as a very capable survivor. Give me Cast Away, only with Billy, and the Upside Down instead of an island ... ALL THE VERSIONS of that. I like my boy capable, and fighting for survival (I'm normal, I swear)

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Billy being touch-starved. I eat that up with a SPOON, all versions of it but especially the ones where he gets touch (angsty version; it's not a good kind of touch but he seeks it out anyway, fluffy version; he gets all the pets and hugs!)

The boys coming back from the upside down and having gotten used to being close, so they get anxious when they don't have eyes on each other (yes I've written it. yes I've read it. yes I love it)

Having to share a room/doing a project togehter because their last names both start with H. Like forced proximity, school version. Mmmm, delicious.

When Billy is ridiculously weak for Steve and would do anything for him (especially if Steve has no idea about he power he wields). Basically Steve as the Billy-whisperer.

Billy getting good parents. I don't even care who at this point, I'll read all of them: Joyce, Hopper, Claudia, Mr Clarke (Mr CLARKE <3), Bob, Flo, that grumpy librarian ... Just give him good parental figures (and let him STRUGGLE with accepting that he's finally safe!)

Scars. All the fics about scars. Angsty scars, proud scars, mental scars, scars on the skin, first time someone is allowed to touch someone else's scars. Just, <3

Badass, BADASS moments, by both Billy and Steve. Smashing demodogs to pieces, rescuing themSELVES from bad situations, etc.

Guilt. <3 That usually comes after the realization moments, but mmmmm, a side of guilt to that? Fucking delicious, I will live off that for weeks. Like, having someone realize what Neil is doing and then feeling GUILTY about it (maybe they caused Billy to be hurt, or maybe they made it worse, or maybe a beating could have been avoided if they'd acted differently), that's my JAM.

That moment when Billy/Steve start calling the other by their first name instead of their last name ...

Self-sacrifice (filed under whump, but can be both physical, mental or simply implied). There doesn't even have to be a real threat of getting hurt, the self-sacrificing idiot (I prefer Billy) just have to THINK there is.

Basic needs not being met ... until they are. (So, say ... Billy being hungry, thirsty, tired, thrown out of the house ... and then finally getting to eat, drink, sleep, get inside)

[fandomobbsessedb]

Alastor x F!Overlord! Reader pt2.

~ this is just a continuation of the bottom half of the previous fic!!! I absolutely adored writing this and I’m so glad ya’ll are liking it too!!

Warnings: dead kid, swears, vomit, bullemia, drinking, insane harm to the body, could be kinda mind fucking,weed, mentions of partying and Valentino wanting to gangbang but not actually getting none.

MORE EASTER EGGS!!!!

Taglist: @genderlessdude92 @projectdreamwalker @whitewolfsoldat @sirens-and-moonflowers

Enjoy~

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“Good morning dear!”

“Good morning darling! I have your eggs and bacon ready for you!” I called out to my husband, taking the coffee pot off the stove and pouring two small cups, wiping my hands off on my apron and calling the children down.

“James, Mary! Come down and get your breakfast before you have to get going for school!”

“Coming mama!” I heard from the top of the stairs, I always end up having their father have to drive them anyways, I think they’re doing it on purpose at this point.

“Mmmmm! That smells delicious y/n!” My husband compliments as he walked into the kitchen, coming up behind me he wrapped his hands around my waist and gave my cheek a kiss.

“Oh Vox! Let me go I’m going to spill the coffee!” I giggled out trying to pour our glasses. He took the two cups along with their saucers and set them at the table.

“Well you look nice!” I complimented, his pinstrip suit and sharp neck tie making him look quite dapper. He sent me a smile and whipped out this mornings newspaper from the dogs mouth. “Good boy sparky.” He patted him on the head and gave him a treat.

“Momma momma guess what!!!” Mary ran up to me with her little hands behind her blue sailor dress. James took a seat at the table next to his father pretending to be him. All gotten and sophisticated.

“What is it my darling?” I asked bending down at the waist inspecting her hair to see if it was fit for school.

“I buckled my shoes on all by myself!” She bounced up and down on her red little loafers.

“Oh look at that! You have!” I smiled at her cupping her hands in my cheeks and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I matched you mama!” She said point to my own red pumps adorning my feet. “Yes darling, now why don’t you go sit and get some breakfast.”

She ran up to the table in excitement, not yet able to reach the chair. Vox picked her up and placed her in the chair, patting her head and serving her some bacon from the plate in the middle of the table.

“Now James, you have little league after school, so you better be going right to practice, if I get another call from Mr.Johnson saying you where out in the field with those “friends” of yours again, your going to be in big trouble mister.” I sternly scolded him, sitting down to eat my own breakfast.

“Yes mom” he looked down embarrassed from our discussion last night.

“Oh cmon dear, let him have some fun occasionally, but James you really should listen to your mother.”

“Okay dad.” He perked up a little and went back to eating.

Playing with the string of pearls around my neck, a bad habit I developed when I became stressed, I tried to not bounce my leg but I couldn’t help but feel this ugly weight on my shoulders.

Standing with my coffee cup in my hand and I walked to where Vox keeps his good liquor, we usually save it for special events but… this feeling… I have a feeling my regular dose of Valium wouldn’t help…

Taking the pristine bottle from the cupboard, I got a flash in my eyes

~ “here you are darling, I got this special blend from a connection of mine on earth, I figured we could celebrate the success of our deal in a more fashioned manor,”

“Oh Alastor that’s wonderful, thank you!” I took the bottle gently from his hands, the heavy glass weighing my hands down.

Popping the cork and pouring a small amount into eachother glass, we cheered then completely disregarded the drink… instead going for each other’s mouths. Missing it like a drug.

“Y/n-“

Clawed hands grab onto my shoulders and I feel the weight of this bottle taken from me.

“Is everything alright dear?” Vox asked, feigning concern .

“Oh, yes I’m just fine, all the chores I need to get done today just making me think a lot.” I replied leaning on him for support, as his hands go to my waist and my arms wrap around his neck.

“Oh dear, why don’t you let me take over for the day and you just go to the salon and get your nails done, maybe see if you can get some extra time on the massage part.” He suggests, starting to pull me away from the cabinet and sitting me down.

I try to come up with a comprehensive anwser but~ I just feel so…… sleepy. So tired…..

Feeling a soft, plush ground now supporting me, I still struggle to come up with a scentence, my head falls to my pillow and I start to drift off.

“Just relax dearest… I’ll take care of everything… trust me….” I turn over and look into my husbands eyes, feeling the malicious intent behind them, yet not being able to…. Actually move my body…. I can’t turn away—

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“Hey y/n did you see Vox staring at you during class?” My hellion friend asked me, closing my bottom locker with her tail.

“What? No he wasn’t.” I respond trying to hide my smile behind my books.

“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? Of course he was.” Helga said, not even bothering to make eye contact with me as she applied more of her lipstick, then closed her locker. “Cmon, Heathers waiting for us in the cafeteria.” She said taking my arm and pulling me along.

“Y/n there you are, I need you to forge a hot but horny love note from Valentino to Marta Doonstick.” She said, flipping her hair over her horns, picking up her pencil and paper and handing it to me.

“Shit Heather I don’t have anything against Marta…” I cringed, this high school drama bullshit is so not fetch.

“You don’t have anything for her either, cmon, it’ll gets Vox’s attention too.” She smirked looking over to Hattie. “Hattie bend over, y/n needs something to write on.”

With an exasperated sigh she turned around, mindful to keep the bottom of her skirt held down, as she let me use her back to forge this note. In the most cursive stylish writing I could manage, I wrote out a whole letter to Marta, from Valentino asking her to come to his party this weekend.

Helga slowly made her way to Marta’s lunch spot, as we watched with intent, I quick glanced over to where Vox and Valentino where sitting. Seeing him chuckle made me smile, as I dazed off about him however I failed to notice his eyes shift to me. When I came to I realized we were in the bathroom, Hazel puking her guts up, and Heather and Hattie fixing their makeup in the mirror.

“Y/n did you hear what I asked you?” Heather whipped around the look at me.

“Um… sorry what?” I squinted at her before looking to her lipstick. I blinked and suddenly I’m in a completely different room, a boudoir with a giant vanity set up, I’m sat in front of the mirror with the same shade of lipstick in my hand, and my top lip done, only… it’s sneered over my cheek.

“Y/n deer, we have to go or we’ll be late for Carmillas meeting.” I looked over to the right of me, my surrounding sight no longer being blurry but clear as the morning sky. A man in a red coat with furry ears and a cane stood there fixing his coat in the mirror.

“Sorry I just… zoned out. I nicked some weed off of Angel earlier and I am, whew, I am out of it.” I responded, taking the handkerchief he offered me from his hand and wiping my cheek off. Handing it back to him our hands crossed and he came up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, I could see his hands… I could feel myself sitting in the stool, seeing the perfume bottles on my desk… yet I couldn’t feel anything.

“Y/n…..y/n………. Y/N!!” I suddenly DID feel the hands on my shoulders shaking me out of it. Heather was still in the mirror, Hazel was in the stall and Hattie was shaking me.

“Huh?” I replied wearily.

“C’mon Hazel let’s take another look at today’s lunch.” Heather smirked and stormed out of the bathroom.

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“Hi Velvette, this is today’s lunchtime poll.” Heather said to the pink haired girl, all she could do was click away at her bag phone before rolling her eyes to look at us.

“The exterminators come down unexpectedly, saying their going to kill off all of hell in the next 48 hours, the same day King Lucifer comes to you and gives you 58 million dollars, what do you plan to do?” She asked giving Velvet the handful of copies she printed for her to hand out.

With a forced smile she goes “I would throw and end of the world fashion show, only inviting Hell’s most sovereign overlords and big shots-“

“AND THEN PAY EVERYONE FOR A HELL WIDE GANGBANG” Valentino cuts her off, throwing his hands in the air excitedly. Making a disgusted face Velvet turns away with the papers and walks out going to post them around the school.

I looked over at Vox, hoping he would see it as an indication to answer and not me totally saying he should use the money to whisk me away and go to make our point.

He met my eyes then took a deep breath sitting up a bit more. “Well I for one would want to maybe… find a pretty girl-“ shifting his eyes back to me, “then rent a boat and, row out to the middle of the sea, get some liquor and just, have at it.” He said putting his hands under his chin and tilting to look at me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If I was this girl would you keep me safe from the aliens?”

“As long as I could, trust me… with your safety.” His eyes started to become swirly and, my stomach starts to be all twisted… It’s getting like, really hard to… to breath. I feel a weight hold up my hips as I close my eyes and pass out.

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“Oh hello, did Vox show you around the house yet?” I wrapped around his side, seeing his colleagues in our living room for our dinner party. Perm and Jam brought a nice wine and I had just come back from setting it down in the kitchen.

“So shall we head upstairs?” I asked only for my waist to be pulled back down,

“I’ve got it dear why don’t you go finish making dinner?” He asked adjusting his tie and lighting one of my homemade candles.

“Oh are you sure? it’s really no trouble it’s a slow cooking, the ossobuco won’t be done for another 3 hours.” I double check with him.

“Yes of course go get us some wine or something.”

“But…”

“Trust me dear…. Trust me…. With the tour.” He said holding my face tight and forcing me to look directly into his eyes… from which I can’t look away.

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A ballroom, large and golden and grand awaits me when I get to the palace, my dark blue shimmering dress catching the attention of an elegantly dressed man with a yellow and red suit adorning the space below his rectangular head. We danced through the night yet when midnight struck I suddenly remembered my goal, to come and meet the prince.

*clang* *clang* *clang*

“Oh no… oh dear.” I sat away from the gentleman and stared horrifically at the clock.

“What is it?” My gentleman asked trying to reach for my gloved hand again.

“Oh, I have to go, I have yet to meet the Prince..” I trail off.

clang* *clang* *clang*

“No you can’t leave yet.” He begs trying to follow me.

“Oh no please, I must leave.” I rebound and started to leave… I couldn’t let the Prince see me in rags.

“STOP HER”

I bump into a guard and when I went to apologize I turned to his face and there he was again…

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“Alright partner, what are we looking at?” I question putting on some sterile gloves and going to lift the sheet of the stabbed victim when I got pushed away but my asshole of a partner.

“Don’t worry y/n let me handle this.” He said taking the sheet off the body and starting the inspection.

“Ugh, yeah no, last stab case you thought I’d read the neighbor, and Mrs.Santos was an innocent old lady.” I scoffed and shoved him aside only to get elbowed in the ribs. Turning to slap him I looked into his eyes.

“Just trust me….” He spoke lowly, his mouth bleeding just a smidge……..

Why is my stomach queesy-

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“Get up you peice of shit,” throwing a glass of water on my husband he shoots up wiping his screen off the look at me.

“Who’s Venice?” I yell ready to refill my glass.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??” He yells back now fully awake, I came storming back into the bedroom. “I don’t even know who Venice is!!! What the fuck does that even mean!!? Venice?? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard in my fucking life!!”

“WHOS VENCIE?” I yell again throwing another glass at him.

“Oh, baby…. Baby baby, me and Val we, we’ve been investing in, in Italy.”

“Oh, you were investing in Italy?”

“Yeah baby, yeah.” He says shimmy up the bed to where I am at the foot of it still with a glass of water.

“You know what, you, your a big fucking liar!!” I throw the glass back at him and storm away.

“FUCK YOOOOU!!!” he yells, throwing himself around the bed. Having a tantrum like our toddler.

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He leaned in to kiss me with his eyes closed. But I just kinda stood there looking at him.

Quickly sitting his hips back up he looks at me with hearts for eyes on his screen.

“Wow” he laughs out awkwardly.

“You can go now.” I smile at him, my hair bouncing off my shoulders.

“I thought I might stay over tonight.” He smirks.

“Why?” I asked titling my head.

“Cause we’re girlfriend boyfriend.” He shrugs with that smile still on his face.

“To do what?” I ask again still not understanding.

After a pause he shakes his head.

“I’m actually not sure.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Is it Box?”

“Box is just a really good friend, and this is my dream house, this is y/n’s dream house, this isn’t Vox’s dream house, right?”

“Ah haw haw haw~ right as always”

“Besides its girls night.” I turn to look at the other y/n’s setting up, I see astrophysicist y/n turning on the radio to stream our music when this, earily old love song comes on. I’m meant to turn back to Vox but staring at the radio….. I’m stuck….

“Cmon y/n the presidents here” Hotel owner y/n says going back to brushing bar keeper y/n’s hair.

“She’s right, I am, you’re welcome.” She smiles at me before going back to the hair brushing. I blink out of it and look at my surroundings. I’m standing alone in a dark room… well sitting more like… actually…. I’m tied to a chair. A hanging light turns on and Vox comes into the room.

“Oh Vox there you are, are we in Y/n land anymore?”

“Finally awake y/n.”

“Yeah? I’m so confused where are we?” I ask still smiling at him.

“I want you to tell me where your BOYFRIEND stashes his vault.” He asks swinging a knife around, pulling my hair and nicking my throat.

“OW, what the hell Vox?” I yell at him still struggling against my chair. He pushes my chair down and as I hit the floor, the table to the side of us knocks something over…. It’s my radio!! From y/nland!! It clicks on and as it buzzes through stations my chest starts to feel heavy… wait, where did Vox go? I turn my head to look around for him only to not see him anywhere, sitting up I pick up the radio to try and turn it off.

“Oh hey! How did my ropes come undone?” I ask the air looking around my wrists, not even seeing a red mark. It stopped making noises and just went to static, I saw flashing from the outside of my eyes and turned to look out the window seeing the world flash from a city in the night to …. in between tv stations?

A door to my right creeks open and my curiosity gets the better of me, I leave the radio and make my way to the door, opening it I feel a magnetic pull and fall thro-

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“Welcome back we’re here today making a gourmet venison dish, my assistant chef y/n has so graciously prepared all our ingredients.”

I look out to the wall Vox is talking to, I was no longer in my disco outfit, I was in a chef uniform? Looking down my hands were just cutting the vegetables next to me without me even thinking. Vox was preparing the food but I was dazed out… looking past the wall…

“OW!” I yelped, shifting my gaze to my hands when I noticed my hands had been cut…. Multiple times, blinking a bit I realized there were no vegetables…..

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“How long has she been in distress?”

“About 22 minutes doctor.”

“Don’t you worry y/n, we’re gonna fix you all up.”

I had blinked again and suddenly I’m being rushed around in a hospital bed, the bright lights flashing above me imparting my vision a bit, but I could still make out two figures, one with big pigtails and one with… a rectangular head…. The only thing really standing out to me was that… I still had my chef clothes on…

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I’m wheeled into an operating room where they start to wrap up my hands and….. other stab wounds….

“She’s started on some saline doctor.” I hear a British voice state.

“Good good, let’s get these cleaned out.”

I turn my head over to see a radio in a patients room and suddenly my head goes fuzzy again, I close my eyes trying to drown out the noise, but it starts to grow… and grow… in my head, it feels like my brain is vibrating… I need to get out of here, I… I can’t….

“AHHHHHHH!!!” I sit up, starting to rip the operating sheets that where laying on me off, and running out of the room to the outside of the hospital…. And nobody followed me?

I could feel the stab wounds folding in on my body, like an empty hole all over my insides. I ran, and kept running, not even realizing the scenery changing all around me, all I had was one though, I’m getting the fuck away from here.

Looking behind me I noticed I was quite far from the hospital now, so far I couldn’t even see-

“Ow! What the hell y/n?!” Hazel yelled at me, I had bumped into her on her way out of the cafeteria, her chocolate milk carton spilling out all over her outfit.

“Oh what the fuck.” I yelled to nobody in particular, I looked around seeing I was back at Westbork high school.

“Y/n are you feeling okay? The party you and Heather went to must’ve been a rager. You’ve been off all day.” Hattie comforted, putting my hair up with her scruncci.

“Uhm, I gotta go guys.” I said backing away and trying to run out the door when Heather made eye contact with me.

“YOU! You’re a dead girl walking Y/N!!” She screamed and started chasing me. I booked it towards the door, and tried not to look back but Velvet and Valentino where chasing me too now.

“Y/N darling let’s talk, just stay here at school!” Velvet yelled at me reaching her arm out to try and grab me. I could see the door… it’s right there, so close!

I burst through the door trying to gather my bearings. I reached up to wipe my forehead but my hand was all wet.

I was dripping with water and sitting on my bed,

“Y/n? Baby, are you okay?”

I heard from the other room.

“Oh HELL NO.” I screeched and stood up to try and get out through the balcony in our room. Juuuuuust to trip over something… squishy and hard?

“Hey Mamaaaaaa! You tripped on my baby doll!” Mary scolded me. Sitting up I was now lying face down on our living room floor, Sparky licking at my face… the liquor cabinet open and all the bottles smashed. Sitting up with my hands shaking harder than a washing machine with too many clothes in it, I reached for my baby.

“Mary… sweetie, where’s daddy?” I asked her, scared for the answer but needing to know.

“He’s at James’s game remember?” She said holding onto my chest tight and playing with one of my pin curls.

“He’s there right now?” I inquired holding her head close to my chest. I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I know my babies need me to be there for them. “No he just left a few minutes ago, he said he was going to stop at his office to grab his camera before going to the game. Mrs.Gabole is gonna be here in a few minutes to babysit me.” She responded bouncing up and down in my lap, excited for the sweet elderly neighbor to come and hang out with her.

“Not today baby.” I replied picking her up and scooping Sparky under the other arm, I hurried out to the garage grabbing my purse with my car keys in them.

“Awwww why not?” She whines petting sparky while I buckled her up.

“I’ll tell you later, okay?” I kissed her head and shut the door, jumping into the drivers seat and thinking of the quickest way to get to the baseball field.

In my panic I didn’t even realize how fast I was going through all the stop signs and officers blowing their whistles at me.

“Mommy slow down your scaring me!!” Mary shouted from the back. Snapping out of it I took my foot off the gas and turned to console her.

“I’m sorry baby mama’s just worried for Jam-“

“MOMMY” was the last thing I heard before we were rammed by a large produce truck.

There was smoke clouding my vision, I could feel the blood dripping front my forehead, I couldn’t hear Mary anymore…. But when I turned around she wasn’t in her seat… she was stuck in the back window

Stepping out I saw the damage to my car. I walked over to a field near the intersection and laid down. I feel like I’m in this weird dream, all I can hear is ringing… faint voices of officers and the guy I hit and pedestrians… static…. I could see my vision start to go blurry again, grasping the ground beneath me I tried to stay on this plane… I’m done… I don’t wanna do this anymore….. I want my kids….. I want my bed….. I want…. Alastor……

Closing my eyes I succumbed to the feeling just so that I wouldn’t have to fight it anymore, but when I opened my eyes… I had that. I had a blaring headache, as the feeling came back to my body it felt like I was stuck in a lightning storm and my whole body was electrocuted. But out of all the faces stood above me, painted with worry, there was only one I could pick up on…. His pointy ears and sharp smile standing out amongst the rest.

“Hello deer! How are you feeling?” He questioned, his smile never faltering.

Sitting up I looked around, I was back in the hotel, Husk holding a glass of water for me, Angel dust comforting fat nuggets and the grey one calming the princess.

“You were asleep for a loooong time y/n.” Husk said non-cholantly. “Are you okay?” He got closer to me. Taking a deep breath and not feeling like my chest was duct taped closed, I took another panicked look around…

“……….WHAT THE FUCK”

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AN: HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE I LOVED WRITING THIS I HOPE YA’LL LIKE IT TO

MWAHAHAHAHAHGAA IVE LEFT YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER NOW YOU’LL HAVE TO COME BACK FOR PART THREE 😘 SEE YOU THEN!!!

If you can pick up on any of the Easter eggs, (places y/n was, objects, storyline) within this chapter or the last one, leave a comment and you can get a sneak peek for chapter 3 ;)

[shirks-all-responsibilities]

Oh MY, OH MYYYYYYYY...this is one of those fics that imprints on your mind long after you finish reading it. Ever since I read it earlier this week I have been trying to figure out how to express how PERFECT it is. It's written so damn flawlessly, drawing me in instantly and never letting me go, the little moments of explanation or introspection spaced so well and just right, the melancholy saturating everything and sticking with me for so long after...

How you make it so clear in so many ways how much they are a respite, a refuge, a solace for each other. The way the misery and unrelenting bleakness of their world permeates everything, how damaged they are from their pasts, the way that the little you reveal about their nightmares is enough to imply in shorthand the sheer hell these two have each been through in this world, how they just can't quite acknowledge what they are to each other, can't let something be good, can't risk heartbreak or loss again. My heart just breaks for them, and you wrote it so beautifully, so true to life.

And then we get to SOFT DOM JOEL. OK listen, the tenor and tone and EVERYTHING about your Joel here is WHAT I DREAM OF. IT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR with him. It is absofuckinlutely PERFECT and I don't even know how to fully explain it. It's what I am always ravenously looking for in fic, and anytime I see it I am immediately BESOTTED for the writer, forever grateful to have another tonally-spot-on piece featuring power dynamics with such maturity and trust and care at their base. And everything is further deepened, the edges further tattered, by the ANGST surrounding everything, my heart!

Joel's gentle dominance is just PART of him, it's effortless, innate, and paired with his whole needing to lead and protect vibe and the little details you include that suffuse everything with care, tenderness, awe, and trust, it all coalesces into something so hot I was completely MELTING into the vibes of it. The way that he unintentionally positions himself on her, how quickly it shifts and they each fall into place so naturally???? That paragraph about how it feels to relax into that profound trust for this man was some exquisitely subby goodness???? The way you write about the female gaze all over this man, how that feels?? Everything that is wrapped up into that simple "I KNOW"??????? Knowing how much everything means to them but it's all shaded in denial? Every sentence was as perfect as the one before, every little choice you made, I just can't get over it. Mmmmm I want nothing more than to live in this fic, angst and all, GIMME ITTTTT.

One of my favorite things was that fresh twist on praise kink talk...how while Joel is verbally praising her, she's so blissed out that the only remnant of his words and intent floating into her conscious awareness is the deep, tonal, sensory rumble of his VOICE, how her imagination runs with it? Godddd I love that!!

Anyways, you shoulda seen me reading this fic, I was so completely absorbed and freaking the f out that I finally landed on the tone I've been looking for! I could just keep going on and on and on and on but would end up quoting the entire fic back to you verbatim, so I shall leave it there but hope I conveyed a tiny morsel of the delicious meal this fic is and thank youuuuuuu so much for writing and sharing it! 💖💖💖

— renegade

joel miller x f!reader

rated E - 3k words

tags - light angst, established situationship, nightmares, mutual yearning, lots of pretending, soft!dom Joel, restraints, face fucking, fingering, PiV

a/n - inspired by ‘renegade’ by big red machine

“Is this why you’re here?” Joel asks you, shifting his hips, pushing himself deeper into your fist. His voice rough with sleep, the sound making you squirm behind him.

It was easy to pretend it was.

That it was just physical. Fucking the nightmares from your head - that it could be anyone else burying themselves inside you, and the outcome would be the same.

You sleep better here. Anything is better than a night spent alone in the room that isn’t yours, and never will be. Nightmares find you there - seeking out your sorrow, draining you dry.

When it becomes too much, as it often does, you go to him. Going out into the night, slipping like a ghost into the shadows.

Finding the familiar way to inside - finally able to breathe again when the window slides shut with a click. When you’re curled in his bed, the blankets pulled over you like a shield.

It will get you shot, one day. Sneaking in like this. With anyone else you might have been already - but not with Joel.

You think he doesn’t really mind your nightly visits. The way he keeps the crates stacked just so, beneath the fire escape.

How he only locks one side of the window after you leave - the other just out of the reach of your knife, when you wiggle the latch open from the outside.

It smells like him - these faded, patterned sheets. Ones he’d never pick out for himself, in another life.

Before.

Ones that you can’t imagine him not having, because this is the only way you know him.

The familiarity soothes you, even though he’s not here. Exhaustion starting to weigh you down, starting at the tips of your limbs and curling around you like vines.

Eyelids growing heavy, listening to the rain that’s just begun to sprinkle down. Drowning out the stomping rows of boots outside - a white noise that lulls you to sleep.

This time - you don’t dream.

———

He almost missed that you’re here. The sound of your breathing, the little hitches of breath while you sleep, engulfed by the downpour.

Only seeing the lump in the blankets as he sheds his rain-stained coat, the canvas soaked-though at the shoulders.

A mark deepening between his brows as he glances at your form - the jacket and pants thrown over the broken radiator. Moving to the window, flipping the latch on the left side back into place.

You’re slippery. Squeezing through cracks. Worming your way into his room and under the hardened armor of his skin.

For anyone else, this layer you’ve peeled back and crawled beneath would be no more than surface-level. An acquaintance, perhaps.

But with Joel, it’s so much more. It makes his skin itch, as if it was flayed back - exposed and raw.

Uncomfortable. But not unwelcome.

He hadn’t seen you today - the silent check he does. Just needing a glance of your hair, your shape in the crowd. It’s enough, a second in the long minutes and hours that make up his day.

It’s a small relief, a fresh breath of air he didn’t know he needed.

Silently, he strips down. Clothes folded on a chair with chipped paint - someone old DIY gone wrong. Looking like The End had already hit, years before it did.

A hand running through his hair, pushing the damp strands back, padding over to the edge of the bed.

“Come on, honey.” His words hold a softness that doesn’t exist when the sun is shining - a moment he knows you won’t remember.

Gently easing you over, so he can fit himself in behind you. Curling into your warmth, the blankets tucked back around you both.

The frown easing from his face when you murmur - face burrowing into the pillow, fingers brushing against the arm that wraps around your ribs. The hand that flattens against your stomach.

His name, no more than sleepy murmur, as you get comfortable again.

“Joel.”

He wonders if you’re dreaming about him.

He wonders if he’ll dream about you.

———

He’s solid, strong back and broad-shouldered. Shifting in the night to face away from you, as he often did. For comfort or another attempt to keep others out - a literal barrier - you’ll never know. Your chest presses against his spine, an arm curling around his waist.

Your eyes crack open. It’s still dark out, the sky just starting to streak with grey. You hadn’t slept long but you had slept soundly - the best you’ve had in days.

The tip of your nose brushes against the cotton of his shirt. Shifting so you can move higher, so it can skim against the base of his neck, instead. Press into the soft hair that curls - smelling like rain and sweat and him.

Your fingers trace the cotton at his hip, skim across the elastic waistline of his boxers. It had been over two weeks since you had last caved - had last come here.

It had been a good run. But the nightmares had come back - flashes of your past that you can’t bear to relive.

He shields you from them. Waking easily at the first sound of your muttering - his hand curling around your shoulder, low voice pulling you back out.

You know he understands. How he talks in his sleep as well, how you do the same for him. An unspoken agreement.

He shifts, against you. Only the slightest change in his breathing - he can wake from a dead sleep in an instant.

A hand, warm and calloused, finding yours as it brushes the strip of bare skin where his shirt has ridden up.

Dragging your hand down, to where he strains against the fabric. The pressure of his fingers curling yours around his length as he groans.

His hand leaves yours to tug down the waistband, removing the barrier between your palm and his hot, bare skin. Pushing them down his thighs, kicking them off to twist in the blankets.

The tip of your thumb brushes over the head, smearing precum over the tip. Air hisses between clenched teeth as he inhales, as you press yourself closer, crushing yourself against him as your arm pumps.

“Is this why you’re here?” Joel asks you, shifting his hips, pushing himself deeper into your fist. His voice rough with sleep, the sound making you squirm behind him.

It was easy to pretend it was.

That he didn’t go to bed hard, like this - the only thing keeping him from waking you up was knowing how much you needed the sleep.

That it was just physical. Fucking the nightmares from your head - that it could be anyone else burying themselves inside you, and the outcome would be the same.

It’s a lie, though. You both know it.

He’s the only one you go to. You’re the only one he’s let in.

You hum your response, trying to peek over the bulk of his shoulder. To watch him fucking your hand, skin sliding against skin.

Lips press against his neck again and he shudders. Moving your hand from him, twisting in your grip until you’re trapped beneath the spread of thick thighs.

The heavy jut of his flushed cock swaying, as he adjusts himself on top of you. Leaving a damp patch smeared across your breast, as he takes himself in his hand again.

He hasn’t meant to end up quite like this.

Had just wanted you warm and soft beneath him. Moving up too high on your waist on accident - still hazy with sleep - ending up with your arms pinned against your sides.

Making to move, until he sees the way you’re focused on his hand, your lips parting. Showing off a pink flash of tongue. Fingers gripping on to his ankles - the only part of him you can reach - nails digging in.

“You want this?” He asks, stroking himself - his fist fitting in the valley between your breasts. His other hand cupping his sack, squeezing.

Leaving you to watch the flex of his forearm, the flushed tip appearing between thumb and forefinger. Nodding, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips.

“Ask me for it.” It’s not a request, his head tilting as your hands tighten around him.

As he angles his cock down, shifting until it’s hovering, just out of reach. Your chin lifts, mouth opening as your eyes fix on his.

Joel’s jaw grits. You can see the heave of his chest, the hand cupping himself dropping to the curve of your breast. Thumb rolling over the tight bud - the sensation dulled by your thin top, but it’s him and your body still sings.

You crack first.

“Wanna taste you.” Your eyes are still on him, can see the way he swallows hard, how he shifts over you.

“Fuck, baby.” He growls. The hand around his cock drops to curl around the back of your neck, twisting in your hair to angle you.

All while he moves forward, pressing himself against the flat of your tongue. Where you’re open and waiting for the weight of his cock, to taste the salt of his skin and the drop that still clings to the tip.

Wet and aching for him already - a dull thudding between your thighs, where they press and rub together.

You groan, as he inches inside. Lips wrapping around and sucking, causing him to hiss out a breath, his hips hitching.

Nudging him a little too deep, as you cough - tears springing to your eyes. He shifts back with soothing words, the hand on your breast moving to cup your jaw - thumb rubbing against your cheek.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” There’s a pinch to his brow, your head shaking minutely to tell him it’s fine. A second, as he thinks, “Tap my leg if it’s too much. You got that?”

He waits for you to listen, giving an experimental tap. Before he tries again - hips rocking, a slow and shallow press into your mouth.

You take him, relaxing into the cup of his hand. Eyes wandering across his stomach, chest - whatever you can see when he draws back. Closing, so you can listen to the groans that reverberate in his chest. Letting him use you, to fuck your mouth - trusting him, putting yourself in his hands.

A hand that flexes and twists in your hair. His thumb of the other sweeping against your cheekbone, the hollow under your eye - brushing away the tear that glistens against your skin.

So tender it makes your chest ache. Fingers curling against his leg, squeezing. He’s pulling himself from you, then - out of the warmth of your mouth, as you swallow.

Trying to protest that it wasn’t the signal, your lips glossy and shining. He’s shifting back, nudging your thighs wide to fit between them. Lowering himself down, his cock wet and thick and digging into your hip.

“I know.” He murmurs. Before his mouth presses to yours, the kiss sloppy. Tongue brushing where his cock had been, as he tugs at the waistband of your underwear.

Dragging them down to join his, fingers dipping between your thighs. Groaning into your mouth when he feels how wet you are from sucking him off, the tips pressing and circling against your clit.

You whine his name, the stubble on his cheek scraping against your skin. Breath hot in your ear as his weight pins you down. Thumb smearing your slick across your clit, so he can fit a finger inside.

You’re tight, molten hot. Gripping him already as you arch into him, as he slips in another. Curling them until they drag against a spot that makes you moan - strung tight beneath him.

He need to calm down, make you come, before he fucks you. A pressure swiftly building in his belly when he watched you, the trust in the way you took him.

The sound of his fingers is loud, the wet suck as he fits in a third. Stretching you out, each of your breaths harsh, your nails biting into his skin.

Already so needy, already near the edge. Each of your breaths coming shorter as his hips press against yours. Letting your fingers drift to feel the hard curve of his cock, hearing his grunt in your ear when you tug on him.

“Don’t worry about me.” He groans, voice rough before his lips press against the column of your neck.

As if you ever weren’t.

As if you didn’t always want him.

His words were unneeded, because you’re losing concentration quickly. Only focused on the tension in your belly - the pressure like a finger squeezing down the trigger, about to fire.

He’s relentless, fingers pounding, the wet flick of his thumb. Feeling your racing pulse beneath his lips, the sharp gasp of each breath, your muscles flexing.

Tightening around him until that tension snaps. Pleasure thrumming through you as you buck into his hand, your mind going blissfully blank and fuzzy - your moan strung out and pitched high.

Missing his words, feeling the brush of his other hand over your legs, smoothing over your hips. You can just make out the timbre, leaving you to imagine the rest.

Christ, just like that.

Good fucking girl.

Fingers slow as he pushes himself up, only removing them to tug at your shirt - pulling his own from his shoulders.

Folding himself between your limp, spread thighs, before hooking his elbows under your knees. Opening you up, where you’re soaked and the fluttering is still ebbing.

The twist of his wrist as he lines himself up - smearing his tip across your slit. The briefest tease, indulgence, before he slides in. Sinking inside of your tight heat in a long, fluid motion.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You breathe, brow pinched as he fills a chasm you didn’t realize you had.

His breath comes out ragged.

It’s not in the script. The words you both know. No, this had come from the soft pulp of your heart, a late night confession.

He doesn’t know how to take it. Mouth crushing against yours as he sinks deeper, swallowing your words to keep them safe.

Trying not to think about how his own answer had sprung to his lips, unbidden. It’s dangerous. To think like that, to have any sort of claim on anything, now.

It’s easier to pretend you just miss his cock.

That you just came here to forget.

That’s something he can do - drawing his hips back, snapping back in. Watching the way your tits bounce, everything softened and hazy with the thin grey light that creeps in.

Shifting, lifting a leg to brace on his shoulder, pushing him deeper as you gasp. The other pressing against his ribs, curling around his waist.

Freeing up his arms so he can taste your release on his fingertips. Licking you from him before he presses the calloused pads against your own mouth.

You take him, tongue curling around spit-slicked fingers. Tasting yourself on them, your sighs muffled when he presses down on your tongue.

Thumb dragging against your lower lip, before he pulls himself from the heat of your pretty mouth. Finding his way to where you take him, tracing slick fingers up your slit. Feeling where you’re stretched wide around him, puffy and slick.

Teasing at your clit - as your hands clench in the sheets, twisted up near your ears.

In a world where the right protection can mean life or death - where a bite can end everything - it’s a wonder how you bare yourself to him. His hand ghosting across soft skin, from breasts to hip. Fingertips indenting flesh, gripping, pulling, tugging.

Watching with greedy eyes how you gaze up at him, an ankle digging into his shoulder - trying to force him deeper. He leans forward, putting more force behind his thrusts, watching the way your lips part with a soft “ah!” with every breath.

Fingers pressing and swiping against the tight bud of your clit, the way he knows you like it.

He needed this too - to bury himself in you. Feel the way you wrap tight and warm around him. His own tongue loosened like this, his own release building again.

“Christ, look at you.” He grits out.

Admiring. It makes you preen, lips stretched wide in a grin, a bright flash of teeth in the dark. Eyes half-lidded and heavy, doing your own slow sweep.

Over a tight waist that your leg hooks around. Bare stomach and broad chest, dusted with dark hair, only the slightest hint of grey. Not like the strands at his temples, the ones that streak throughout the curls. Peppering his facial hair.

Ruining you again. It had been a long time since you wanted something, and you can’t get him out of your head. Always coming back, even though you’re sure it won’t end well.

Because nothing does, any more.

You won’t let your soft heart ruin tonight. Not when his thumb sweeps across your hip. His eyes dark and glittering as he watches your face, as he works you up again.

The sharp rut of his cock and swirl of his fingers so perfect, that the tears start to well up, again.

“Joel,” You say his name again, “F-fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You felt like heaven on his fingers - tight and hot and sopping wet for him. It doesn’t hold a candle to now, how you squirm beneath him, the slap of his skin against yours.

The snug fit of your cunt, as you clench around him.

“Want you to.” He rasps out, resisting the urge to fuck you harder, faster. Keeping the same pace, the same circle of his fingers, “Let me feel you, baby.”

Need you to.

You come with a cry. Back bowing against the mattress, limb wrapping around him. Turning his thrusts into a sloppy grind, your hands coming to grip at his forearms. The waves crashing over you stronger and longer than before, your vision turning dark and hazy.

“Fuck. Fuck-” He growls - as the tight pulse pulls him to the edge.

It’s too much.

It’s all he can think about, as he pulls himself from you. Fisting his cock, jerking himself until he spills across your mound, your slick pussy.

How he wishes he could have stay buried, throbbing inside you, coating your walls with his release. Marking you, only pulling out so he can watch it leak from you later.

The word echos in his ears, layered with the thudding of his heart.

Dangerous.

———

You’re gone, when he wakes up.

The hazy morning sun is just barely casting warm rays of light onto the worn wooden floorboards as he drags himself from bed - a hand passing over his face, pressing into his eyes.

Pushing himself up, making his way over to the window.

But there’s nothing - just puddles collecting in the broken ridges of the roads. The streets washed clean from the rain.

Fingers drift, tracing up the cool frame of the window, until it’s touching the chipped white paint of the latch. Lost in thought for a long moment - before his hand drops back down to the sill.

He leaves the right side unlocked.

thank you so much for reading! 💕

[triplexdoublex]

I’ll Try Anything At Least Once

Pairings: Colson x Reader 

Warnings/Tags:  Watersports/piss kink/wetting , omorashi/desperation, biting, praise kink

A/N: Here have another one of my older reworked fics while I finish up the other 3 fics i have going right now. I promise the next one will be brand new.

“Baby, you’ve barely touched your water,” Colson says from where he sits across from you at the table of your favorite casual restaurant, located in your local mall. You’re there celebrating your two-year anniversary.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, it’s just that this steak is so damn good,” you say as you reach for your water glass. Colson watches intently as you take a large gulp, almost finishing the whole glass. “Guess, I was thirsty,” you laugh. “The food’s delicious, but it’s definitely salty.”

“Aye, after dinner, I was thinking we could go get you some new lingerie and I, uh… I kinda wanna try something new tonight.” He smiles as he refills your water glass from the small, glass pitcher on the table.

“Ooooh, like what?” you smirk. “You know I’ll try anything at least once.”

“You’ll see,” he teases. “Now drink up.”

You’re not sure what his current obsession with your water intake is, but you drink nonetheless. By the time the waitress returns to see if you would like dessert, you’ve finished your second glass. Colson immediately refills it as you look over the dessert menus.

“Colson, what the hell is up with you and the water tonight?” you ask, perplexed by this odd behavior. “For God’s sake, I’m about to piss myself.”

He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, his  blonde eyelashes fluttering closed briefly at your words.

“Maybe that’s the point,” he speaks, his voice low and lust-filled.

“Colson, you can’t be serious,” you practically laugh, taken aback.

“I am,” he admits with blushing cheeks, “but if you’re not into it, just forget I said anything, alright?” he states, sounding slightly defensive.

“Hey… no, look, I’m sorry,” you apologize as you reach out to stroke his arm. “You just took me by surprise, that’s all. I meant what I said earlier; I’ll really try anything at least once.” You smile apologetically and can’t help but to be intrigued by his kink.

You decide to forego dessert and make your way to the lingerie store where Colson picks out a simple, yet sexy, silky, white bra and panty set with lace detail.

“These are gonna look so good on you when they’re all soaked and clinging to your pussy,” he whispers seductively in your ear from behind you, placing them in your hand. You never thought you’d be into this kind of thing, and maybe it’s just the lust in Colson’s voice or the three cups of water weighing heavy in your bladder right now, but something deep in your pelvis stirs at his words.

Colson stays close behind you as you head to the cashier. The line is long, as it always is when the holidays are near, and the need to use the bathroom is getting stronger with each passing minute. Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you sway your hips in desperation, trying to resist the urge to physically hold yourself in public. Suddenly you feel Colson’s hand on your hips, stilling their movements.

“Baby, you’re killing me right now,” he says softly, digging his chin into your shoulder from behind you. “Feel what your little dance is doing to me?” he breathes in your ear, discreetly pressing his clothed erection against your backside.

“Colson!” you warn, reaching for the various lotions and body sprays that line checkout area, smelling them to distract yourself and ultimately picking out a few to purchase.

When it’s finally your turn to check out, you place your items down and brace yourself with your hands on the counter, crossing your legs at the ankles and squeezing your thighs together, effectively holding back the stream threatening to run down your legs.

After the transaction is complete, Colson takes the bag, strategically carrying it in front of himself. “Let’s head to the bathroom,” he suggests as you exit the store, heading back into the mall.

You’ve never felt more relieved to hear those words, but the feeling is short lived. Once inside the single stall family restroom, you begin frantically pulling down your panties as you make your way to the toilet, but Colson stops you.

“Unh-uh, that’s not what we’re here for,” he teases with a smirk, stepping between you and your destination, palm pressed against your shoulder.

“Colson, please!” you plead, clutching at your bare crotch, panties halfway down your thighs.

“No,” he answers sternly, “but feel free to keep begging. I love how needy and desperate you sound,” he says huskily. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

“Then why are we here?” you groan, beginning to pull your panties back up.

“Aye, not so fast,” Colson places his hand on the crotch of your panties, stopping you from pulling them back up. “Baby, these are all wet,” he says, caught off guard by his accidental findings. “It better not be…” he pauses, trailing his hand up your inner thigh and discovering your slick folds. “Mmmmm, good girl. You like holding yourself for me, don’t you?” he teases, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Maybe,” you smirk with blushing cheeks, unable to tell where the pressure of your full bladder stops and the pooling sexual desire in your abdomen begins, the two sensations mingling as one. Colson smiles, reaching into the pink striped bag of your purchases and pulling out the matching bra and panty set he bought you.

“Here put these on,” he says, tossing them to you. “That’s why I brought you in here.”

“Now?” you question. “Why don’t we just wait until we get home?”

“Cuz when we get home, I just wanna take them off you… after you wet them for me, that is.” 

You do as you’re told, stripping out of your current undergarments and replacing them with the new ones as Colson watches intently, resting against the wall.

“You should help me with this while we’re in here too,” he teases, cupping his obvious erection, showing off the large outline through his jeans.

You squat down in front of him, not wanting to kneel on the public restroom floor, the positioning making you all the more desperate for relief. Colson unzips his jeans and you tug them down to mid-thigh, followed by his boxers, his bare ass pressed against the cold tile wall.

With one hand on the back of your head and the other grasping his length, he guides himself into your mouth. You bob over his length half-assed and sloppily, too focused on clenching your muscles trying not to pee. Colson notices your lack of skill at the moment, taking over and pumping himself, but he doesn’t mind. The sight of you squatting and squirming, hand pressed firmly to your core is enough to bring him close to the edge.

Assisting the best you can, you lick and suck on the head of Colson’s length as he strokes himself, occasionally slapping the tip against your tongue. The fullness of your bladder is becoming close to unbearable, and you let out a muffled, high-pitched whine as a strong urge to release washes over you, causing you to clutch yourself with both hands. The sound and sight is enough to send Colson over the edge.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna c-cum,” he chokes out in a barely audible, throaty moan as he guides his length to the back of your tongue, spilling down your throat. You do your best to swallow every drop, running the tip of your tongue over his slit, making him shudder before pulling him from your mouth completely.

“Listen, I’m all for pissing myself for you baby, really I am, but I’d rather it not happen by accident in public, so if we could head home now, that would be great,” you practically beg as you throw your dress back on.

“Oh, you’re no fun.,” he teases, doing a slight jump to get his skinny jeans back up over his ass and zipping them.

“Colson, please!” you plead, bouncing in desperation.

“Kidding, kidding,” he laughs. “Let’s go before you make me hard again.”

***********************************

“Are you doing that on purpose?” you ask, ripping your seatbelt off on the way home.

“Doin’ what?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“Hitting every damn pothole so my seatbelt squeezes my bladder!”

“Maybe,” he laughs, “But come on, baby, put your seatbelt back on. I’ll stop. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he says seriously, reaching across your body to grab the belt, one hand on the steering wheel.

“Fine,” you answer, taking the belt from his hand and buckling yourself back in, all while giving Colson a warning eye.

He keeps his word but the ride seems to last forever, and you don’t know how much longer you can hold it. You spend the rest of the drive with your hands squeezed tightly between your shaking legs, and your head leaned back on the headrest with eyes clenched tight.

“Baby, we’re home,” Colson says, lightly grazing his hand over your lower abdomen, breaking you from your concentration. You moan at his touch, the light pressure causing you to feel like you’re about to piss or cum, you can’t distinguish which. Colson helps you out of the car and into the house.

“Baby please, I can’t hold it any longer,” you beg the second you’re through the front door.

“Fine,” Colson says, quickly pulling your black dress up and over your head, tossing it to the floor and throwing your lingerie clad body over his shoulder.

“Colson!” you shriek, the pressure from his shoulder against your bladder forcing a trickle to run down his chest and darken a large spot on his heathered grey shirt.

“Mmmm, baby,” Colson moans at the warm sensation. “Come on, we’re almost there, you can hold it. You’re doing so good,” he praises, as he carries you up the stairs. You’re not exactly sure what his plan is, but you assumed whatever he had planned for this would take place in the bathroom, so you’re more than surprised when he carries you to the bedroom and tosses you down on the sheets of your unmade bed.

“Colson, I told you I can’t hold it anymore,” you plead, laying on your back with your knees tightly pressed together.

“I know… go,” he smirks, palming himself through his jeans.

“Here?! b-but the bed…” you exclaim, sitting up suddenly, grabbing at the sheets on either side of you.

“Don’t worry about the bed baby, we got one of those mattress protectors when we bought the mattress and I’ll take care of the sheets myself,” he promises. “Now, come on baby, wet for me,” he begs, as he pushes your panties to the side, inserting two fingers.

“Colson, fuck,” you whimper as his fingers curls upwards inside of you, forcing small spurts of urine out.

“Come on, more baby, let it all go,” he says, pulling his fingers from you, licking the wetness that’s gathered on them as he pulls his length from his jeans with his free hand and begins pumping himself.

You close your eyes and relax your bladder expecting a large gush, but only an agonizingly slow stream starts to flow due to the pressure in your overfull bladder. Colson strokes himself, watching and praising you with half-lidded eyes as what’s left of the dry spots on your white panties turn wet and translucent, clinging to the contours of your folds.

After a few moments, the pressure lessens and the flow picks up into a gush, flowing through the white fabric of your panties in a stream, soaking the bed around you. The relief is almost orgasmic, causing you to moan and whimper as your bladder finishes emptying.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. So good for me baby,” Colson praises when you finish, his eyes glazed over by lust in a way you’ve never seen them before.

He turns you over onto your hands and knees, moaning as he runs his hands over the wet fabric, admiring how they cling to your backside before pushing them to the side and entering you quickly. Guttural moans of your name form in his throat as he harshly grips your hips, slamming into you at a relentless pace. The wetness of your panties transfers to the skin of his pelvis with every thrust. He takes notice, gliding his hand over the moisture on his skin.

“Oh, shit!” he cries out, driven insane with pleasure at the feeling and picking up the pace, fucking you harder than he ever has in the two years you’ve been together.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck me, fuck, me!” you chant, loving his new-found intensity. He continues thrusting at a fast pace, sounds of colliding wet skin echoing throughout the room.

“Oh God, Colson, fuck,” you cry out, gripping the sheets as orgasm nears.

Leaning over your back, Colson reaches around to your clit, rubbing fast-paced circles through your soaked panties. Kissing roughly along the width of your shoulders, he sinks his perfect teeth into the crook of your neck, hard enough to leave marks as he cums. You bounce back on his length as he rides out his orgasm with slow, hard thrusts, achieving your climax moments later which jolts through you like lightning.

“Oh fuck!” you scream as your arms weaken, your face sinking into the pillow.

Colson sings your praises of how amazing you did for him as he peppers your back with gentle kisses before pulling out. You roll to the dry side of the bed and Colson collapses on top of you, the both of you out of breath.

“Oh God, baby, thank you.” Colson expresses his gratitude as he kisses your neck. “You have no idea how much that got me going.”

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.” you tease. “Let’s just say we will definitely be doing this again.

[fragileizywriting]

marinette and adrien scrolling through instagram for hours, causing the both of them to get so antsy

nsfw nsfw

i remembered this tiny little idea from a couple of months ago and i wanted to retalk about it because this is genuinely, like, an actual fic i’m considering writing (yes i say that about so many things, but) just listen to me, okay. them watching instagram videos of pretty guys for hours on end, waiting for luka to come home. they're antsy. they're desperate. they watch a video of a guy that is so thick-armed, so shaped, with a chest to die for and a smirk that leaves marinette's ears steaming, that adrien has to put his phone down and turn over and scream into a pillow.

marinette cuddles into him. tail coiling tight on his ankle. "you okay, kitty-cat?"

"i'm so horny."

"i know," she laughs, kissing the closest lat muscle. "trust me, i know. do you want me to help, somehow?"

"mmm."

"maybe with a little bit of tongue."

"mmmm."

"i could get the strap--"

"fuck."

"i know you want luka to fuck you," she grins against his shoulder. "and i will gladly watch as he snuffs the breath out of you. but maybe i can help out with the itch in the meantime? i know i'm not exactly the same size or weight or anything like luka, but maybe i can still help?"

he shoves his face into his pillow with a groan. "why are men?"

"i know," she sighs, curling her fingers into his skin. she doesn't have her claws out, thank god, because she doesn't actually want to hurt him, but her nails are still long enough to make him shiver as she drags her fingers across his skin. she makes lines on him, from pretty shoulderblades all the way down to where his sleep shorts start at the hip. his skin darkens underneath her touch, warm and honey, hot enough to burn. "why are men?"

"they're just so attractive."

"so fuckable," she agrees. "you just want to sink your teeth into them and tear, sometimes, just to watch them bleed."

"mmmmm."

"the sounds they make when they're horny," she continues. "fuckable mouths, too. makes you want to gag them and watch their eyes roll back."

"i hate you so much right now."

she really digs into his skin now, cooing when he squirms and moans from her touch-- it's delicious, having someone as big as him go slanted and stupid just because of how much she's talking. she can taste the drops of precome beading in his underwear, leaking and staining the air something delicious enough to make her teeth grind. "don't you love it when you push against luka and he doesn't budge? he's huge. the man could suffocate you with the weight of his bicep alone."

"my fangs are hurting," he whines. "i feel like a teenager. fuck, i'm so horny. fuck, fuck, fuck, you're just--"

"and the way they get so happy and pet your hair when you give them oral..."

"princess," he gives out a sob.

"did you see how beefy that last guy's arms were?" she murmurs. she finds herself reaching up to his hair, curling her fingers between his angelic locks, wanting to pull. "wouldn't it be nice if he just grabbed you--"

adrien groans again. "where's luka, i'm going to actually start crying if you keep going without me actually getting to come, lord--"

"let me fuck you, kitty-cat. please? just a little bit?" the words die in her mouth when adrien snatches her so quickly she gets whiplash. she straddles him, knees in the mattress right at the waist and hands in his fists as he keeps moving her to a comfortable position, staring down at him with pursed lips and a hum. "what's wrong?"

his pupils are so wide, frantic as he stares at her. "w-what about you, though?"

"i can get off by getting you off. i like it when i fuck you."

he looks down to where she's sitting, twitching his nose. "princess, you're very wet."

"a little orgasm denial never hurt anyone," she rolls her eyes when he doesn't say anything. "besides, if it really bothers you that we're taking care of you first, why don't we switch off? i give you one, you give me one."

"you give me one, i'll have to give you three. you eat from me and end up running like a battery if we don't flush the magic out of you."

she shrugs, aloof, pretending to not know what he means. "that's not a bad thing! maybe by the time luka's home--"

"i'll only need him to fuck me once because you've drained me?" adrien snorts.

"we have to at least try to not overwhelm him. we need to behave! i don't want our angel to die on us, just because we were thinking with our soup-brain." she smiles. "or... maybe... you could fuck me while luka fucks you?"

"shit. the last time we did that i ended up crosseyed for a couple of seconds."

"it was good, right? and you like getting edged, so--"

"fuuuuuuuuuck."

"yes? do i hear a yes? is that a 'yes, princess, go get the strap so we can alleviate this heavy, heavy horniness'?" her smile goes stupid. "i'm not moving until you agree, kitty-cat. i can just keep talking until you come in your pants like a dumb boy."

he lets her scramble off of him when he starts to buck up, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow. "lord, i love you. hurry up, jesus, go get the... fuck, luka's going to kill us, shit, why are men so fuckable?"

[ceaseless-watchers-special-girl]

fuck, jay. fuck. this is exactly what i needed oh my god. read this when i woke up. reread it just now to comment on it. will be rereading as often as i can for the foreseeable future.

"at least one person believes he built the hanataba clinic" MMMMM. SCREAMING. LEGENDS BLURRING TOGETHER ASGHUOFAWSLJBD

"lined up shoulder to shoulder, and killed in the dead of night." this is awful. new kinshasa is awful. "there are whispers that the Solar Planets call it a war crime" EXACTLY!!! EXACTLY IT'S AWFUL BUT NONE OF THE SOLAR PLANETS WILL DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. THEY'LL STAND AND WATCH AS BRAHMA GOES DOWN IN FLAMES AND PAT THEMSELVES ON THE BACK FOR THEIR DISAPPROVAL, BUT THEY WON'T ACT AGAINST IT.

"we soared with him, we rallied in the streets, we rioted for days, we starved ourselves in protest. And we waited. And waited. And waited. And he never came back." ohhhhhh my god. i am obsessed with this idea. obsessed with the idea that it wasn't just nureyev and mag, that they all spread the word, that they were all right behind them and waiting for new kinshasa to fall.

and the comparison to the mother weaved throughout the story. the comparison to people who were killed by the lasers, who they say "vanished" because they can't bear to say she was killed when she didn't deserve to be.

peter nureyev "vanished" too, but he wasn't killed, because surely new kinshasa would've announced it if he was? they wouldn't just let them go on hoping. but they choose to believe peter nureyev is alive. and by choosing to believe it, they keep him alive. because peter nureyev might have been a person, once, but now he's so much more than that. he is the hope of the oppressed, and his story belongs to the people now. so long as people believe, he cannot die.

also can i just— your tags oh my god??? delicious story idea??? i didn't even think about the possibility of someone finding the legend of peter nureyev and digging to find out who he was, if he's still out there. oc's would be delicious but consider.

(ok so i lowkey speedwrote the synopsis for a whole fic under the cut?? it's longer than i intended lmaooo)

au where juno is a journalist. when he was young he dreamed of finally being allowed to be unashamedly curious, asking questions about anything and everything and letting everyone know about his findings. he thought he could uncover the biggest mysteries, the worst conspiracies, and expose them all and make the world a slightly better place.

when he got a job at a big news company, he thought that was it. he'd stay here forever, slowly work his way up, and he'd do what he always wanted to do. but then they started pushing him for sensationalism, they wanted his stories to be bigger, more dramatic, less political. well, they were political, but not in the way juno had expected.

he couldn't keep doing this. he couldn't keep pushing story after story out to make the mayor look better, to make the kanagawas look innocent, to make it seem like the worst-off in the city were scum, like they were at fault. like his people were at fault.

so, he left. it took him a while to get things rolling again; no one ever said quitting a job was easy. he started sending stories — real ones, true ones, that he'd researched himself and that he was sure were going to make mars a better place — to any company who would take submissions. and he did what he could, but it wasn't enough. he wasn't changing anything.

now, he's getting sick of mars. he's sick of the tyrants that rule it and step on the people underneath them just to make themselves a little taller. is everywhere like this? he doesn't know, he's never left mars. now, there's an idea.

so juno up and leaves mars, travelling the galaxy to see what the rest of the galaxy holds. something in his gut tells him he's abandoning mars, that he can't just leave everyone back there, but he needs a break from that stupid planet before it does his head in.

he travels all the way to the outer rim, and he feels like he's stepped into another universe. he doesn't recognise any of the materials the buildings are made of, none of the food looks appealing. he relishes the difference.

he hears stories about what happens on brahma, about why no one ever travels there — apparently it's not exactly a honeymoon location.

what's the surest way to get juno steel to come over? a death threat.

he goes to brahma to find out what the hell is going on, and it's so much worse than he could have imagined. laser fire rains down from the sky so loud it shakes the ground, and juno is sure he's been struck with every bolt. the constables at the gate assure him the lasers won't harm him so long as he doesn't do anything wrong, but juno's not sure what they define as "wrong" here.

in the rubble of a home torn apart by lasers long ago, dried blood and shattered graffiti in the rubble, he finds a cracked comms. he wonders if it contains any trace of the person who lived here, and he turns it on.

a recording starts playing, broken and crackling through the speakers. a man's voice tells him the story, the myth, the legend of peter nureyev. the story ends, and juno sits down in the rubble, wondering who this angel was. he sits in silence for a few seconds, and the comms moves on to the next recording.

it's a song, hauntingly beautiful, sung by the same man who told him the story. at the song's core is an interweaving of the fierce chant of a protest and the soft rebellion of the lullaby with which juno used to sing ben to sleep. it's beautiful.

halfway through the recording, a child's voice joins in, ever so slightly out of tune, and the man breathes a soft laugh as the fingers playing the guitar stutter. the two of them sing together, and the child's voice fades into a murmur by the end. when the recording ends, juno feels wetness on his cheeks.

who is peter nureyev? juno doesn't know. but he does know that he can't stand for what's happening here, and if he has any shot at fighting it, he's going to need to find this angel.

put this in the pcc but you guys can have it too:

can't catch me now by olivia rodrigo really gives nureyev making his threat to the constables on new kinshasa, and the legend of the angel of brahma being whispered throughout the planet below

just. this song is making me dream of him and juno and the whole fam going back to new kinshasa and finding a way to free the citizens of brahma. i know they can't just take the reactor and i know that nureyev can't do it on his own and i know it's not their job to fix everything. but the people of brahma deserve to know their angel is real.

[kakashisdarling]

Steamy Neighbor II - Kakashi Hatake

Thanks to the amazing @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored for requesting a second part to Steamy Neighbor. Find the first part here. And thanks for reading❤️

Kakashi x reader

I shut my eyes open as I hear a strange noise, only to find myself in a bedroom that’s not mine. A cold drop of sweat runs through my spine as I manage to sit in the bed. The room’s decorated in a minimalistic way with neutral tones and wooden furniture. Somehow it feels soothing.

Shit. I’m at Kakashi’s.

I press my eyelids harshly, trying to remember the events of last night. We came home from the mission and drank some sake to celebrate the good news. We had been camping in the forest near our village, keeping an eye on the east lurkers while Gai and Iruka stayed close to the ones in the west. In the end, they turned out to be a group of adventurers who had gotten lost on their way to the Mist Village, they even asked us for directions and advice regarding the terrain. Meaning they were completely harmless.

Slowly I get out of the bed and take a glance outside, looking for the source of the strange noise. I sense movement in the kitchen. The silver haired ninja is on his knees scouting the inside of a cabinet, with a soft groan he pulls out a rice cooker and leaves it on the surface near the stove, where he is cooking something in a pan.

“That smells good” I say with a husky sleepy tone. Kakashi turns to me and presumably he is smiling, as the corners of his visible eye crease faintly.

“I know you usually just drink juice in the morning, so I thought you could use a decent breakfast for a change.”

“That’s not true, I pick up snacks on the way or cry at Iruka’s door until he feeds me” I poorly try to defend myself as I walk and lean on the countertop near him.

“The last two weeks before our mission you only drank juice, I know for sure.”

My jaw drops wide open at his statement.

“Were you spying on me all this time? What a stalker!” I pretend to sound offended as I raise the back of my hand to my forehead. Kakashi chuckles and his cheekbones turn slightly reddish. He looks adorable and I wish I could see that blush in his bare cheeks.

“You talk to yourself very loudly, so it is hard not to peek at your morning routine when you’re basically narrating everything and growling at the oranges while squeezing them.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. I do tend to talk to myself a lot, saying what I’m thinking without any filter helps me clear my head. I try to fight the heat in my cheeks as I think of a sharp response.

Eureka.

“So, Kakashi, do you have a specific schedule for cooking naked? You should really let me know, I could come give you a hand those days” I tease with a naughty smile.

Kakashi closes his eyes as his full face turns bright red.

“It depends. I only do it if my nosy neighbor happens to be in her kitchen” he says cheekily.

“Oh” I mumble a little surprised but ready for another round. “Should I go to my kitchen this morning?”

“You can mock me all you want, in the end my plan worked out well, didn’t it?” a wide smile forms in his lips beneath the dark cloth and he raises an eyebrow suggestively. He seems to have the blush under control now.

“It worked? I’m not sure it did, you haven’t even asked me out” I keep teasing, in response he chuckles stridently.

“You can’t give me that argument when you just woke up in my bed.”

He has a point.

“Did we -uhm- sleep together?”

“We just slept,” he smiles reassuringly. “You literally passed out on the couch after asking me to bring your pajamas.”

Oh no.

“Did you…?” my voice breaks before I finish my question.

“You changed on your own. But don’t worry, next time I’ll do it myself.”

“KAKASHI HATAKE!” I scream embarrassed, this time unable to fight the intense flush in my face, my thoughts running wild.

He giggles playfully, resembling a child whose mischief was a complete success.

“So what are your plans for today?”

“Mmmmm, we still have to hand in the mission report. And I’m really craving some ramen, so I’ll probably try to persuade Iruka into coming to Ichiraku with me.”

“I could go with you,” Kakashi says with a subtle undertone.

Is he shy all of a sudden after giving me an intentional naked show less than a week ago? This man is unbelievable.

“Oh. I’d really like that and Iruka probably can’t wait to get back to his kids.”

He nods and without a word, he takes out two bowls and serves a generous portion of rice on each. Then he sprinkles some furikake on top and adds a dried egg and sesame seeds. With a warm expression he points to the chair and puts the bowls next to each other.

“Thank you, Kakashi,” I utter while sitting next to him. He stares at me expectantly until I shove the first bite in my mouth. “Mmmmmm this tastes delicious, your seasoning is amazing.”

“Better than Iruka’s?” he asks with a light hue of possessiveness, I nod cheerfully. “Then, next time you’re hungry you should cry at my door.”

Involuntarily, a strangled laugh slips from my throat.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

———————

My eyebrows pin together when I feel someone poking my back. I turn around to find a pair of curious blue eyes.

"Y/n-sensei” Naruto greets me. “What are you doing with Kakashi-sensei?” he asks nosily.

“Naruto! Don’t be rude” the pink haired girl scolds.

“We’re just heading to Ichiraku,” I reply, unsure of what to say.

“Can I tag along?”

“Naruto!” Sakura calls impatiently.

“Didn’t you hear that Iruka-sensei is back? He’s probably looking for you” Kakashi suddenly draws Naruto’s attention.

“Iruka-sensei is back? He owes me a bowl of ramen!” the blonde boy exclaims as he starts walking away. Sakura smiles gently and waves goodbye.

“He’s a handful, huh?” I point at the direction in which Naruto disappeared.

“Sometimes, but he will be a great shinobi one day” Kakashi smiles fondly.

“That’s for sure, he has the best sensei” once again, Kakashi indulges me by blushing under his mask.

 The rest of the way to Ichiraku is silent but not in the slightest awkward.

“Kakashi-sensei, Y/n-sensei! What can I offer you?” Teuchi greets us as we take a seat next to each other.

“Two orders of traditional ramen, please.” Teuchi nods and disappears in the kitchen.

“So…” Kakashi mumbles near my ear. “Is this a date?”

“You tell me.”

“I think it is. The first of many, if things go according to my masterplan” he smirks playfully.

All flustered, I shyly take initiative and lean towards him. In the blink of an eye, Kakashi tugs his mask down and gently presses his plump lips against mine. “And this is the very first kiss of many,” he promises softly. And I certainly find myself hoping it is.

 Finally, it’s here! This took me a long time, sorry but hope you enjoyed it. This is definitely not the ending, please keep an eye out for the third and last part (which will probably be smut xD).

Also, I have an announcement *drums, please* we’ve reached 100 followers!!!!! And as a thank you gift, we’ll be having a week of daily fics 03/22-28 (not only about Kakashi, but also other Naruto boys). I’ve already planned some of the fics, but I’m open to any specific requests.

I deeply want to thank you for all the support you’ve given me. Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️

[kinsurou]

Your Safe Heaven

Word Count: 2.1K

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+), Comfort Sex, Praise, Unprotected Sex, No beta we die like bisexuals.

First attempt at a Haikyuu fic with our beloved Iwa-chan. Also a small gift for my beloved angel @iwaasfairy, thank you for being such an amazing friend, fairy. I hope you enjoy it!

All Characters are aged up.

He watches the night sky through a closed window, admiring an endless curtain of darkness filled with stars, glimmering elegantly in the middle of the night. He’s already lost count over the years of how many times he’s spent admiring their beautiful, mesmerizing glow….and yet, none of that compared to the endless feeling of pure affection that he felt for you.

His attention is drawn away from that breath-taking scenario by a couple of whimpers barely able to be perceived. His attention goes towards the king-sized bed at the other side of the room, where you’re laying down in a deep slumber, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of panties that are barely covered by the thin, cotton blanket draped over your legs, if he remembers correctly said blanket had been covering your waist less than a few hours ago, so you probably moved it lower with each time you moved in the mattress.

But as much as he’d love to stay in place, stroking your face affectionately and watch this peaceful state of yours, he finally noticed the tears in your face, and once again you began whimpering in your sleep, curling into yourself with each sob crawling its way out of your throat. He knows about those dark thoughts that haunt you and make you feel worthless…

There’s nothing in this world that fueled his anger as badly as watching you suffer at the hands of your own head, he always hated -no, he despised it- when those thoughts come back, haunting you and clawing their way into your heart to fill it with doubts and despair, and although he knew it’s not something that could be fixed in the span of a day, but it didn’t mean he’d just be sitting there and watch that darkness grow, feeding off your pain until it became unbearable.

Hajime’s determined to distract you, even if it’s for a small moment. With that goal in mind he begins crawling in bed, pulling the blankets over the both of you, his arms wrap themselves around your waist to pull your sleeping self back against his chest. Being this close makes it easier to see how much you’re hurting: your whole body is trembling from head to toe, the whimpers become louder, and as he rest his head into your shoulder, he can see the tears making their way out from the corners of your eyes, soaking the fabric of the pillow with every sob.

He hums into the skin of your neck before starting to kiss your cheek tenderly but also flustered, physical affection was always hard from him, and he’s never been one to take the initiative before, but this time he was determined to prove to you just how much you actually mean to him. One of his hands began gliding along your curves, playing with the hem of your -his- shirt and making its way up to caress your chest, the tips of his fingers tracing the outline of your breasts.

Between his delicious touches that lit your body on fire and his soft locks of hair tickling the side of your face, it didn’t take long for you to begin whimpering for a whole different reason and begin squirming in sync with his touch, much to his enjoyment. Is this everything he had been missing? It hasn’t been that long since you both started being intimate, let alone spend the night together.

But then again, that could always change...right?

With that in mind, Hajime buries his face further into your neck and continues kissing all over the skin, feeling himself throbbing in his boxers with every whimper coming out of your lips because of the constant nipping on your shoulder, pleasing him to no end once you finally began to stir awake.

“...Haji?” the grogginess in your voice brings a smile to his face that grows bigger when your eyes meet, he can see your pupils are already dilated from the way he keeps touching you.

“Hey princess.” The peck he leaves at the side of your head is just as affectionate as the feather-like touch he leaves on your sides. There’s goosebumps all over your skin when his hand finally sneaks its way inside your panties, a soft gasp leaves your mouth which Hajime doesn’t miss.

“Wha...What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gives your neck another kiss “I’m distracting you. So just lay back and let me take care of you, yeah?”

“But, you have work in the--”

He doesn’t let you finish that sentence, capturing your lips both firmly and wavering, suddenly feeling unsure of how to proceed, but the little noises you make when he brushes against your folds with a single finger urges him to continue.

“You know I love you, right?” His eyes are warm and soft, with slight traces of concern deep inside that tell you everything...he knows. The thought alone is almost enough to make you cry all over again. When your body starts trembling again he stiffens momentarily, but he doesn’t allow his doubts to take over and pulls you tighter against his body, almost hard enough to be suffocating if he used just a little more strength.

“Hey, I’m here with you...alright?” He whispers tenderly against your ear. After a few minutes you start calming down and with a small snivel, you give him a small nod after soothing your thoughts, and turn back to look at Hajime with a soft smile. “Now, let me take care of you, babe.”

The room falls silent when he captures your lips for a second time, swallowing your moans once his fingers begin grazing your clit.

“Is this okay?” He’s watching the way your body reacts to his touch with a keen eye. It’s funny, you’ve been intimate with each other in the past and yet he never gets tired of this, of watching you tremble whenever he starts pleasing your body. Is it his hands? his mouth? his cock? it doesn’t matter to him, every single reaction sends him into a frenzy.

But tonight he’s holding back, tonight is all about you.

“I can’t hear you, princess. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Haji. I...I love it when you touch me like that.” You’re already panting hard, bucking your hips slightly against his fingers in hopes of getting that sweet release. “Can you...please touch me some more?”

“Of course.” He kisses your temple one more time, humming in contempt when his fingers slide into your wet pussy, feeling proud of himself once you begin gasping and arching against his hold from the arousal. When your legs begin clenching together, Hajime slid his own leg in between, hitching them open for better access to your sweet core.

“H-Haji!” Your hands are clutching the blankets with force, trembling harder against his unwavering hold, but even with all the trashing in place desperate for release, he refuses to weaken his hold on your body. “I’m close, I’m really close!”

“Mmmmm, you’re close, babe?” You nod desperately. Accidentally brushing against his erection that starts poking your backside, the friction makes him growl and rut against your body, which makes him just as desperate to be inside your soft walls.

It’s in that moment that he pulls his fingers away despite your desperate cries. When you turn back to beg for him to let you cum, the rustle of clothes can be heard clearly, along with his own desperate groans when he manages to free himself from his boxers. 

“Can you fetch the lube?”

“Mhmm.” 

Once he releases you from his grasp, you’re immediately crawling over the mattress to pull open the nightsand’s drawer, where you keep the small bottle he asked for, all while he’s too busy pulling down your soaked panties. With the little bottle in hand, you turn back to him with a desperate look in your eyes, one that yearns for him to make you feel so deliciously good.

As he starts preparing himself, you sit up to try and pull the shirt over your head, just to be interrupted by a strong pair of arms wrapping around you, trapping both of your arms by your sides before pulling your body back on the mattress and tighter than ever against his body.

“Don’t take it off, I love the way my shirts look on you.”

“...Okay.”

His hands tilt your face back just enough to look back at him, and when you see the soothing warmth in those dark eyes, it fills you with a sense of security, like nothing could go wrong when you’re together, bringing a small sense of relief that only Hajime can provide.

“Can I?” He asks quietly, and yet it’s obvious that he’s just as eager and desperate to bury himself between your legs, but the fact that he always had the need to ask for permission before going any further always tugs at your heartstrings.

“Mhmm.” You hum in response, rapidly burrying your face in the pillow from the cold feeling of his fingers lathered with lube, once again burried inside your inner walls, stretching and prepping them nicely, two fingers began curling up inside to caress that sweet spot that made you squirm under Hajime’s hold, who continues with the sweet torture for a bit longer until finally, he just can’t hold it any longer, he needed your body...and he needed it now.

For the second time that night, he pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt, ignoring the protests and your nails digging on his bicep with desperation. And finally, he grabs at the base of his cock and slowly pushes himself inside you.

You both gasp in sync at the sensation, your insides clenching around him so well that Hajime could nearly come undone in that moment, consumed by the exquisite warmth enveloping him in waves, it makes him cling to your body as he gives a single, deep thrust which draws the prettiest moans meant only for his ears.

And in return he growls deeply against your ear, all while he keeps hugging your body firmly against him, driving his cock inside you over and over into the deepest corners of your walls at a delectably enjoyable rhythm.

He tucks your hair away from your flushed face, taking in every expression you make. From the way your eyes close tightly whenever his cock brushes against your cervix, to the way you bite down on your lower lip to hold back a moan, and the little hitch in your breathing when he starts pinching one of your nipples.

But nothing beats the way your body reacts whenever he starts whispering the sweetest things. His endless chanting and praising that sends waves of pleasure feel utterly heavenly, and Hajime could tell how much you enjoyed it from the way your walls keep clenching with every thrust, almost like your body refuses to let go of him out of desperation and bliss.

“Haji…! I’m- ah! I’m close, I’m so close…!” Your body starts convulsing in his arms, the coil inside your stomach threatening to come undone when Hajime starts to pick up speed, but then he takes a hold of your inner thigh and positions it higher, which gives him the chance to ram his cock even deeper inside, the loud squelching that resounds across the bedroom are the final push you need to climax.

With a loud cry, your hand shoots up to tangle on Hajime’s dark locks and pull harshly with every spasm of your walls. After ramming his cock a few more times, he pulls out as fast as possible and just as quickly, his cock releases hot spurts of cum over your folds.

You stay in that same position for some time. Your legs fall limp on the mattress, feeling all warm, numb and sicky. And Hajime’s arms maintain their place around your waist, refusing to let go like his life depended on it.

“I love you, Haji.” He nuzzles your cheek one more time before flipping you over to face him. Out of instinct you snuggle closer into his embrace with pure bliss. There’s no other place in the world where you could always feel as secure as in Hajime’s arms.

“I love you too…” He replies, suddenly rising from bed to hover above your figure with his arms around each side of your flushed face and his thighs trapping your legs in between. “But you didn’t really believe we were done...do you?”

With a smirk on his face, he spreads your legs one more time before pushing himself back inside your sensitive entrance, the push of his pelvis is enough to make you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck. You can hear the ruffle of the sheets where his hands cling to the fabric desperately. 

“Oh we’re far from done. I’m not gonna let you leave this bed until the only thing you can think about is how much I love you.”

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[thirstyandbeautiful]

sugababy!fic part 12.5: THE VILLA IN THE MALDIVES pt. 2

Your skin was stuck to the glass wall behind you, your heated skin was slick, but not as slick as where you were joined with Lance between your thighs.

“Fuck!” You choked out, whining in the back of your throat as your finger nails dug into the back of his neck.

Lance let out a throaty moan while he fucked you, spurred on by all your sounds. It was one of many things you’d found turned your lover on.

He liked you loud, he liked whispering dirty things in your ear to get you to cum faster, and when you got oversensitive and would whimper and whine on his cock. Him and his cock liked when you pushed his hands off your body to hold over his head, if the hard twitch inside of you was anything to go by.

But it was hard to remember anything when he was fucking you so thoroughly.

“Lance, please.” You whined, your toes curled almost painfully.

Your back hurt from the way it was got banged into the glass, the way your slick skin was pulled as it stuck to it. It was all so good, so messy, so dirty and filthy, you hadn’t imagined it could be this way with your sweet sugar daddy. 

“Oh, princess,” he groaned, “is it time to be bent over the counter?” 

You whimpered as he laughed. 

He moved so effortlessly with you on his cock. He walked across the room like he wasn’t inside of you, and seemed completely composed as opposed to the way he’d just been ferociously fucking you moments before. 

“Come on, angel, feet flat on the ground, I’ll only be out of you for a moment.” 

You felt lightheaded as you lowered your legs as Lance lowered you, his hard member slipped from your wet cunt as you were faced towards the kitchen. 

You pressed your heated cheek to the granite counter top, the coolness of the stone feeling almost like a burn at this point. Your eyes were half lidded, practically closed as you panted.

Your lover pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades, his touch so soft and delicate as he pet you thoughtfully.

“Like this?” He asked, “or do you need a break?”

“No,” you whined, “just like this.”

Lance punched the air from your lungs when he fucked you from the back. The way he stuffed you full of himself made you delirious in this position. His cock was good anywhere, any position, but you’d always been a dirty girl who loved to get bent over.

“Oh, you look so good, Angel.” Lance sighed before he harshly smacked your bottom.

You hummed and giggled at the sting that made you tighten around him. You let your head hand down at your legs and arms held you up. Lance’s large hands on your hips grounded you as he pulled you on and off his cock.

He felt so good like this.

He was so thick, from his large head to the wide hilt. You could feel the ridge of his cockhead as he fucked you, rubbing against your walls, the sweet drag of his velvety hot skin inside of your pussy, the way your cunt heated, slicked itself and burned with the stretch every time you took the delicious inches that made the base of his cock the fattest.

“Plug me so good, Daddy.” You shivered.

“You cold?” Lance licked the back of your shoulder as he pushed himself over you, the warmth of his chest making you coo.

“No!” You cried out as his hips slowed from a hard thrust to shorter, smoother thrust that just didn’t scratch your very pressing ‘itch’.

“Mmmmm…” Lance roughly fucked you for a minute before he slowed down again, “You keep shivering…”

“Fuck you.” You huffed.

“I know what we can do.”

Your ears perked up at that, no idea of Lance’s had been a bad one so far, so you eagerly nodded your head.

Lance stilled for a moment before he pulled out of you, shocking you into a loud gasp as your hole gaped from the thickness that had broken you in. Your cunt squeezed around nothing and made you whimper.

“Come on.” Lance grabbed your arm and pulled you forward on shaky legs.

Even walking, you could barely focus on anything but Lance. The flawless skin of his back, the little beauty marks on his body, the way his ass looked as he walked bare. You licked your lips as you got close enough to the glass doors that you could the reflection of Lance’s cock in it.

He was creamy and covered in you.

You grinned as the sliding glass door was pushed open.

“Get on your knees.” He commanded as he gently pushed you forward.

You’d turned around and dropped to your knees, pushed your hair from your face as you leaned in towards his cock. You whimpered when he stopped you.

“No, no, I like being covered in you,” he laughed, “face the ocean.”

You hummed and crawled on your hands and knees out on to the sun deck, your bare body on display as it absorbed the warmth of the sunshine. It was well after noon but the sun still shined as it made its way towards the horizon.

You got a warning smack to your ass before the blunt force of his cock pushing against your entrance cleared your mind. You gasped as he pushed, the pressure within your pussy shifted as he pushed in deeper and deeper, your cunt quivered with the force of being continuously spread and fucked for hours. 

“Pussy getting tired?” He teased. 

You rolled your eyes and pushed your hips back, forcing the rest of him home as you bit your lip hard. You weren’t into passing up dick, not the best dick you’d ever had. 

Lance leaned over you, and you could feel a slight pinch in your lower back as he pressed against you with his lower half and pulled your head back with his hand. Your cunt quivered around him when he took your neck in his grasp, making him chuckle darkly as he tipped your head back.

You looked up at him from your position, your back so arched and your head tipped all the way back, and him so deep inside of you. You felt completely euphoric.

“Why did we wait for this?” You slurred.

Lance smiled, “Cause you wanted to.”

“I want this.” You mumbled, never breaking eye contact with him.

“I know, my love.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he pushed you forward, into a more comfortable position. The sun beamed down on you and warmed your already raw skin. When Lance rubbed his tip against the seam of your lips, you dropped your forehead with a thud against the deck and let out a loud whine.

Lance laughed at you before pulling you up right, so you were back to chest on your knees, “Darling,” Lance cooed in your ear as his hands pressed to your lower tummy, “I don’t think you’ve been honest with me.”

You could tell from the playful tone that he wasn’t serious, but the feel of him pressed to you kept you brain dead and silent.

“You need a break.” He told you softly.

You sighed and leaned back against him for a moment before he pushed his hand against your back to sit back up. Before you could open your eyes, he had scooped you up and carried you off to the bathroom.

“I don’t wanna stop.” You whined as you were lowered into a tub of warm water.

“M’not going anywhere, my love.” He told you as he rubbed a cloth along your arms.

You made an annoyed sound.

“You’re spoiled.” He laughed.

“Who spoiled me?”

Lances silence made you grin lazily.

By the time Lance finished bathing you, you were more alert and your desire pooled inside of you as Lance lifted you on to the counter where he patted you dry. You gently moved yourself, not wanting him to know how awake you truly were. None the wiser, Lance ended up right between your legs.

“Hey.” You whispered.

When Lance looked at you, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, kissing him and pressing him back to you. Lance moaned into your mouth as his tongue pushed against your lips. You opened your own mouth and met him halfway, one of your hands trailed down his chest to get to the other thing you wanted inside of you.

“Impatient.” Lance hissed against your mouth as you gripped him.

“Did you even get soft?”

“I haven’t cum yet.” He replied against your lips.

You weren’t sure why that turned you on so much, but after hours of mind boggling sex and more orgasms than you’re sure you’ve had in one day, you were impressed. And it made you want his cum more.

“Want it.” You nipped his lip as you leaned your hips back and pulled away from him so you could lean back on your elbows.

You unwrapped your legs from his waist and pulled your knees to your sides. Lance looked down at your opened cunt, and how spread you were for him. He looked like a man starved, and you guessed he was since he still hadn’t cum.

“Oh, Angel, how I love you.” He winked at you before you were joined once again.

You let out a loud, high pitched gasp as your pussy tried to adjust to him again. Your lips were raw, your pussy worn out and you instantly felt lightheaded again.

But you’d never felt so good.

You screamed as he fucked you while he walked out of the bathroom and across the suite. His hips snapped against yours as he kept his knees bent, each step a harsh thrust into your depths. It was like he was desperate to get as deep as possible inside of you, and you could do nothing but take it. Your legs were numb where they were bent over his elbows. You gasped as he leaned forward and dropped down on top of you on the bed. The force of gravity pushed him so deep you screamed from the way his cock kissed the deepest part of you, promising you that he was no where near done with your cunt.

“On your knees,” Lance groaned as he pulled himself from you and swatted your thigh, “now.”

You pouted at him before quickly turning over.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” Lance told you as he slowly slid back inside of you, “the way you loved getting fucked filthy?”

You looked at him from over your shoulder and shook your hips playfully before your body jumped from the hard slap you got on the ass.

“Can’t wait to cum in this pussy again.”

You looked down at the bed underneath you as he began to build up a rhythm. You couldn’t help but giggle at what you saw.

The skin of your forearms and knees were raw and bruised, and the sting of lovebites around your collarbones, ribs, thighs and hips seemed to burned red hot in you, all the pressure you felt in them going straight to your clit.

You were honestly happy you’d managed to make it to the bed for this round.

Not that you really cared, you’d happily lose the skin on your appendages to keep getting Lance’s long cock buried inside you. You never thought it would be so good, that you would enjoy it so much, that would feel so natural. Now that you’d started, he definitely acted like you felt- like too much just wasn’t enough.

“Oh, fuck” you whimpered.

You were on all fours, your raw forearms pressed into the butter soft sheets under you, your thighs spread with your lower back arched just enough to make sure Lance had the perfect angle to pound into you from behind.

Lance leaned over you to lick and kiss at your shoulder blades before he hooked your arms with his and hauled you on to your knees. Now you sat up, his cock speared into your pussy, and basically became the only thing keeping you up right. You both moaned when he let go of your arms to grip your tits; he squeezed them while keeping you propped against him, his hips slowly pushed into you, his hips twisting so you could feel him stirring up your juices inside you.

“Angel, look at that. That’s your sunset, baby.” He moaned. His hips suddenly snapped into the soft flesh of your ass before he stopped for a moment like he had suddenly remembered something.

“You wanna ride me?”

You smiled as you remembered your first conversation about the Maldives. “Maybe tomorrow.” you replied, a little out of breath.

Lance let go of you so your chest fell back on to the bed, your face towards the sunset as he continued to fill you up so good.

[xcziel]

"Please, let's not have any trouble this evening Mr Wu"

WIP game

The rules are: post the last line of your WIP so far and then tag as many people as there are words. (Responsibility for this lies with @momosandlemonsoda, as per the usual, who is going to drag me out of lurkerdom by hook or crook!) (Also no tagging, because...I haven’t really introduced myself to anyone else yet, and that feels rude!)

So. Heh. I’m working on various dmbj-related things (plus the sequel to sex toy CEO!Zhu Yilong and porn star!Bai Yu), but I have been derailed by my unceasing need to figure out what is actually going on in this series first. Picture me, shovel in hand, grimly following in the wake of NPSS, deciding which holes to fill in and which just to pretend never existed, because they’re dumb.

So the actual last thing I wrote was something in my Grand Unified Theory of Zhang, aka “so to understand the underlying tensions in this fraught familial conversation, we really have to start ten thousand years ago when this meteor landed...wait, come back! The interpersonal relationships are really interesting; I just have to explain about these immortal human-animal hybrids first!”

But if we’re talking fun writing, I suppose the closest thing was in response to @momosandlemonsoda (are you sensing a theme?) texting me in all caps about

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A post shared by Zhu Yi Long Overseas Fans (@zhuyilong_overseas_fans)

this photo of 1930s!Zhu Yilong, with a caption like “this Wu Xie with Liu Sang in a qipao!”

To which I responded:

In a jazz club, Liu Sang sidling up to Wu Xie, slinging a leg over his lap, making the slit on his dark green satin qipao ride up his thigh to show off the top of his stockings and garters as he makes himself comfortable, tall enough that Wu Xie still has to tilt his head back a little with Liu Sang sitting on his lap, Liu Sang raking back the brim of his hat with fingers tipped in short red nails, tapping his forefinger against Wu Xie’s bottom lip, who is smiling up at him like sunshine and trouble.

Which, I suppose if one wants to get technical, isn’t strictly a sentence. But it’s a nice image, no? We should all be so lucky to have it live in our heads for a little while.

[acernor]

WOW the slow seduction in you sugar baby fic!!!!!! LQG getting too many feelings from getting bound!!! SQQ remembering something about LQG and bondage from years ago???? SQQ: I remembered it not because I was affected by the thought of my beautiful bestie in ropes but uh... *trails off, distracted* mmmmm so delicious!!

heheheh what could have happened so many years ago that sqq still remembers it so well...? >:)c

[ohpedromypedro]

Brown Eyes

🛑HALT🛑

if you didn’t reach this fic by clicking on a link, then please click here. This is an alternate end for another fic which you need to check out first. :)

word count: 2.6k+ (or 3.3k+ including the first half of the fic from the other part)

warnings: same as the other as well as a nice big ole breeding kink 😘

Neither you or Pedro have anything on your usual busy schedule for today, so you have the entire day to enjoy yourselves which you’ll mostly be spending at his place. Currently you’re taking a nice hot shower while singing along to the music on your portable shower speaker, your current song of choice being Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks. Unbeknownst to you, Pedro is standing just outside the bathroom door listening to you, the widest of smiles on his face while he listens to that beautiful voice of yours, singing away as if no one were listening.

If you knew Pedro was just outside the door listening, you would not be singing so confidently, but since you don’t know, you continue. After rinsing yourself off and making sure your hair is thoroughly rinsed too, you turn the water off, humming along to the song as it slowly comes to an end. Once the song is over, you turn the shower speaker off and step out of the shower to grab your towel, immediately going red when you hear Pedro softly clearing his throat before quietly speaking.

“Hey, you uh… Wanna go to a karaoke bar or something tonight?”

You bite your lip at his question, blush burning at your cheeks knowing he most likely heard your entire live performance in the shower. Still you smile, wrapping your hair in a towel after drying the rest of your body off and glancing toward the door where he’s standing just behind.

“Are you going to sing something?”

“Only if you do.”

“Deal,” you giggle, grabbing the outfit you’ve been trying to wear for months and quickly putting it on, only wanting to wear it when you and Pedro have time for yourselves, so today is the perfect day. 

After towel drying your hair and brushing out the tangles, you hang the towel up to dry before opening the door, grinning up at Pedro who’s still leaning against the wall just across from the bathroom. He opens his mouth to say something but his eyes immediately fall to your chest, not so much your breasts but more so the Fleetwood Mac design on your shirt. He grins, his eyes raising to meet your gaze.

“I love the shirt.”

“Yeah? I was hoping you would.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you smile, walking out of the bathroom to stand a little closer to him, giving your lip a small bite as you look up at him. “I’ve had this outfit planned out for months… Couldn’t wear it til now.”

“No? Why’s that?” He tilts his head, genuinely interested in your answer.

“We finally have a day to ourselves… No plans.” You smile up at him, giving your shoulders a small shrug.

“So you’re wearing it for me, not just to wear in the general public.”

“Yes,” you smile, looking toward your feet. “And now that you’ve mentioned going to karaoke, it does also happen to make a nice karaoke outfit paired with a pair of boots to match.”

“Mmm it does...but you know what?”

“What?” You smile, lifting your head again to meet his gaze, softly gasping at the warmth of his hand against your cheek, leaning into his sudden, but certainly not unwelcome touch.

“I think I’d like to appreciate the outfit myself for a few hours…” He licks his lips, his eyes flicking to your plump bottom one.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You murmur, your cheeks burning as your heart races in your chest. This is the closest and most intimate you and Pedro have gotten and you are living for it.

“Depends... Do you ever fantasize about me?” He smirks, moving his hand so he can brush his thumb along your bottom lip.

“I always fantasize about you...” You whisper, unashamed by your confession. Your confession is all the confirmation he needs to know you truly want this.

“Tell me.”

“I-I fantasize about you having me bent over the nearest surface...fucking me from behind with your big cock… And I know it’s big because I have seen evidence in pictures,” you again, admit without shame, pressing a kiss to his thumb. He smirks.

“Yeah? I bet you wish you could see with your own eyes how big my cock is, huh?”

“Please,” you gasp, looking at him with doe eyes. “It’s only always been my biggest dream...to see and feel how big your cock really is...stretching my poor unexpecting, tight little pussy.”

“Fuck,” Pedro growls, lifting you up by the back of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist, quickly carrying you toward his bedroom where he sits you on his long dresser and kisses you deeply, your back pressing against the attached mirror. “I love you. I really truly love you. I never thought I’d find someone to love the way that I love you and I’m happy that a young, beautiful, talented woman such as yourself can love someone like me...”

“Oh, Pedro…” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes. You’ve dreamed of hearing Pedro Pascal admit his love to you for the longest time and now that the words have been said and you know for a fact that this isn’t a dream, you can’t help the flow of emotions rushing through you. It stuns you that Pedro would think you couldn’t love him, so you want nothing more than to prove him wrong.  “I love you more than you will ever know, José Pedro Balmecada Pascal. I will do everything to prove it.”

He immediately kisses you again with a wide smile on his face, his hands running up and along the sides of your shirt before dropping back down to slip beneath the fabric, eliciting a sigh of approval from your lips. His hands are fascinatingly warm and you love the way they feel on your freshly moisturized skin. A groan sounds from his throat when his hands find bare breasts, giving them each a squeeze and earning himself a soft moan from you.

“No bra?”

“O-or panties,” you breathe, arching your back into the hand that gives your breast another squeeze while his other drops to slip beneath the fabric of your skirt, seeing for himself that you wear no panties.

“Fuck, your pussy is a waterfall, isn’t it?” He hisses as he gets a good feel of the arousal pooling between your thighs, giving your clit a light rub which elicits a deeper moan from your mouth.. “Should call it Pascal Falls because only I can make it this fucking drenched.”

“Fuck, yes, only you make my pussy into a waterfall…” You bite your lip, rocking yourself against his hand.

“Good...and we’re going to keep it that way too. You’re my girl now, so you and this pussy are off limits… The world will know very soon that Pedro Pascal is in love.”

“I-I’m all yours, Pedro. Please, take me for the first time however you want me...”

Immediately he smirks, lifting you off the dresser and moving to drop you onto what you believe to be the most comfortable bed comforter you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying on. You hum at the way your body is comfortably absorbed into the cushiony blanket, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“You have a comfortable bed…”

“I do have a comfortable bed,” he chuckles, moving to lean down and press his lips to yours for a deep, passionate kiss. “You’re so beautiful…” He murmurs, kissing from your lips toward the shell of your ear, leaving kisses on your jaw and neck along the way. “I’m going to fuck you from behind nice and slow, deep, drown every inch of my cock in that wetness.”

“Mmm please,” you gasp, reaching your hand down to rub at his tented pants. “Please fill and stretch me, Pedro… Claim what’s rightfully yours.”

Pedro groans and pulls away to start stripping himself of the sweatpants he wore to bed, tossing them aside before reaching to yank your skirt off and set it close to the middle of the bed. He tugs his white t-shirt off next and throws it with his sweats, soon bringing his hands over to tug your shirt off and set it with your skirt. You love how he’s delicate with your clothes, but so careless with his own. It almost makes you want to giggle.

When he’s done undressing the two of you, he quickly grabs you by the waist and flips you so you’re bent over the foot of the bed, the head of his cock pressing at your entrance before he slowly pushes his hips forward, letting your tight walls slowly adjust to his deliciously big cock while he envelopes you in an intimate, warm embrace.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you gasp, melting into the warmth of his chest pressed against your back as his arms cradle you at the sides, soft moans leaving your lips when he’s close to bottoming out. “You feel so good inside of me…”

“So fucking wet.”

“All for and because of you,” you breathe, tilting your head sideways when he presses his lips to your neck, your moans increasing the deeper he sends his cock. “I-- fuck, deeper, please...”

“Yeah? You like how deep I can go in this pussy?” He smirks, pulling his hips back a bit before pushing forward again, sending his cock right up toward your cervix.

“Mmm yes, right there!” you moan, slowly pushing yourself back against him to match his movements as best you can, your fingers clutching at the pillowy soft blanket.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby… So warm, wet and tight for me.” He groans, moving your hair to lay it all over one shoulder so he can better press kisses to your neck and shoulder blade.

“Mmmmm yeah, all for you, Pedro.” You murmur, biting your bottom lip when his lips find the pulse point of your throat. “No guy my age could ever compare to this experienced cock of yours…”

Pedro groans at your words and immediately sucks at your throat while picking up the pace of his thrusts a tiny bit, still continuing to thrust as deep as physically possible. He loves the sounds you make for him as he fucks you from behind, your reassuring words only helping to spur him on even more, knowing for sure he has you wrapped right around his finger, just as you have him wrapped around yours.

“I--,” you moan louder. “don’t think I can last much longer…”

“No? Can’t hold on for your nuevo novio?” He teases in your ear, knowing you’d shiver at the sound of him murmuring so low, wanting to get as much reaction out of you that he can. “Is my cock too good for your poor orgasm thirsty little pussy?”

“Yes,” you whine softly, giving your walls a small squeeze around him, making him hiss through his teeth. “Want you to fill me too.”

“Birth control?” He groans softly, kissing at the shell of your ear.

“Nope.” You bite your lip. He pulls back a bit to better look at you.

“Are you sure?” God would Pedro love to fill that pussy of yours right up, but are you willing to take the risk without having that form of protection to back you up?

“Yes,” you pretty much answer that question, biting your lip as you push back against Pedro and squeeze tight around him when he’s buried all the way inside you. “Maybe I want it to take… Maybe I want your children...”

“Fuck, if I could marry you at this very moment, I would.” He moans and immediately starts picking the pace of his thrusts up, one of his hands reaching forward to grab your chin and turn your face in his direction, giving you a quick smile before leaning forward for a hard but passionate kiss. “I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum, your belly will swell for days.”

“Oh God, please…” You cry out into the kiss, reaching down to press and rub at your clit to help add a little to the pressure building in your core. “I-I’m gonna cum, fuck...”

“Cum with me, bebita.” He murmurs, leaning back so he can grip your hips and thrust a little harder, still aiming his cock for your deepest sweet spots. You cry out as he hits just the right place and triggers your orgasm, your walls squeezing the tightest they’ve been around his cock so far and triggering his release, both of you moaning and cumming together as he fucks you through your highs.

“I-I love you so f-fucking much....I can’t wait to make you a Papa.” You whimper, breathing out a content sigh at the way his ropes of warm cum fill your womb.

“I love you so much, bebita. I’m so happy fate brought us together.”

“Me too…” you whisper, softly hissing through your teeth as he slowly starts to pull his still releasing cock out of you, truly having meant it when he said he’s going to fill you.

Your body is practically melted into Pedro’s bed since your high has passed, the comfort almost lulling you toward a light sleep. What prevents that though, is the soft touch of Pedro’s hands gently massaging at your lower back and down to your ass, kneading the supple flesh in his hands. You just love those hands of his, so you groan and enjoy his touch while it lasts. Pedro just watches you, his eyes trained on the one side of your smiling face that he can see, happy that he can pleasure you with more than just his cock.

He really truly is grateful that he decided to start mentoring again. If he hadn’t, you two would not be where you are today. Fate was definitely on your side.

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When you got to the karaoke bar, you told Pedro you wanted him to sing first, but only because he caught you singing in the shower earlier and you had something special planned for your song. He happily agreed. So he went up first, sang his heart out to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, and had everyone in the vicinity cheering and even taking videos, duh it’s Pedro Pascal up there. That’s going viral, which honestly, he won’t mind one bit.

Now it’s your turn to go up and you’re a tad bit nervous, but one look at Pedro reminds you why you’re going up there in the first place, so with a deep breath and a confident smile you go up to sing your surprise song.

“This one goes out to my amazing boyfriend. I love you.” You look right at Pedro, he smiles and blows you a kiss.

The music for Brown Eyes by Fleetwood Mac starts and realization hits him, his face lighting up beautifully and from where you’re standing, you swear you can see tears forming in his eyes.

♪ When you look at me with those brown eyes

What do you want to do

Do you have to have me

The way that i want you

I want you

When you look at me with those brown eyes

What do you want to say

And are you just another liar

Will you take me all the way

All the way ♪

Pedro watches in awe as you sing for him, to him and once the song is over and you’re off the stage, he has you pulled into his embrace for a hug and a deep kiss. You truly are the best thing to ever happen to him.

[ladydorian05]

Hii! It’s b0n-chann 😊 can I ask for 14 in misc for Javi? I hope you’ve been doing well! 💕

Misc. 14. “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

Hi, Bonbon! (can I call you that?) Of course you can ask! Now that we’re talking about it, ask for more if you want, your ask came just by the time I made the decision to write these prompts, even if no one asks for them, I just need the extra motivation that someone is waiting to read them. I’ve been well, thank you, a bit overwhelmed with how many fanfics I’ve saved to read later and I just can’t make a dent to their numbers.

Oof, dear! You know how on mobile a part of the ask shows up before even opening the ask? Well I saw 14 Misc. and checked the number; my mind instantly went “Now this would be a good one for Javi.” And lo and behold!!! It was for Javi!!!!

Sorry for the wait, I needed to be satisfied with the outcome since it’s my first time writing smut.

Edit: forgot to tag @oloreaa she practically became my beta reader for this one, thank you darling!

Enjoy!!

Often

Javier Peña x F!reader

Sumary: Fun times at the office.

Warnings:  18+. F! reader. Smut. Semi-public sex(?). Unprotected sex (for fics it’s fine, irl wrap it up people, that means no unplanned pregnancies and no STD’s) First time writing smut so it might not be that good. I think Ezra’s spirit slipped inside Javier at one point. One tired exasperated DEA agent, it might not be who you think it is.

Word count: 2K

The small space at the back of the evidence room was less than ideal for the activities currently taking place between you and Javier, but they’ll have to make it work.

He got you to sit on the edge of a low cabinet, legs parted to have him stand between them, with just the right height for your hips to align perfectly with his. He’s been kissing you senseless for the last couple of minutes and you could feel the bulge of his erection pressing into you.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?” You asked panting as Javi’s lips caressed your neck. “Steve is waiting for us to return” you swallowed hard, “with the file on one of Escobar’s men…” He interrupted you, pulling a gasp from you as he latched onto the spot he knows drives you crazy. “Javi…don’t leave a mark… t-there.” Damn him and those delicious lips sending shivers all over your body.

“Then we better hurry, mi amor. (my love)” He grunted in your ear as he thrusted into your core.

“Javi…” You moaned. “I’m serious. We’re at the office.”

“Me too, cariño. (sweetheart) Besides, I didn’t start this whole thing, this time.”

“I know, you just had to wear this damn pink shirt today, you know how much I like the way it fits you.” You groaned while fisting the back of said shirt, tugging it out of his tight jeans.

“I do.” He flashed you one of his charming smiles.

“Someone could come in and catch us.”

“It’s late, only us and a handful of other unlucky bastards are around.” You still weren’t sure, it was risky, oh but it only made it more exciting and you wanted him. Bad.

“Hey,” he held your face in his hands “it’s your choice darling, either we do this fast and quietly or we can stop right now grab the file and go back to our desks with Murphy, your call.”

You chewed on your lower lip while looking at his eyes, damn it he was so hot looking at you like that with his dishevelled hair and his lips swollen from kissing yours. Fuck it.

You move your hand to his chest and putting some pressure there you make him take some steps away from you.

“We should hurry then.” You got off of the cabinet, your hands going for the button and zipper of your dress pants, you hear him unbuckling his belt.

“Turn around for me, hermosa. (beautiful)” You do as he says, looking at him over your shoulder you see him walk closer to you, once he’s behind you, you shiver as you feel one his hands caress the skin of your belly under your button-down shirt before he lowered your pants along with your underwear letting both garments pool at your legs.

“Open your shirt.” On his way up, he kisses a path from your calves to your thighs while you do as he says, undoing almost all of your buttons. His hands go back to touching you, this time one goes to your left breast under your bra while the other travels south to your weeping cunt. “Mmmmm, que rico, mi amor. (delicious, my love) You’re so wet for me.” He practically purrs in your ear.

“Javi.” You whimper his name as you hold onto the cabinet in front of you for balance; fuck you loved how his voice sounded deeper whenever he speaks Spanish.

“Shh, now we need to be careful, we don’t want anyone raining on our parade, do we?” A mewl is the only answer he gets from you as he slowly circles your clit with his finger. “Didn’t quite hear that, sweet girl.”

“N-no, we d-don’t want that.” You managed to get out bitting back a moan.

“That’s what I thought. As much as I love to listen to your sweet voice screaming my name, you’ll have to keep it down for now.” He easily pumps two fingers inside you. “I promise once we’re back home I’ll let you scream to your heart’s content. But for now, be a good girl for me.”

“Javi, please.” What was he doing!? This isn’t fast, this is torture. He’s definitely taking his sweet time, time you didn’t have.

“Please? Please what, sweet girl?” He pressed his bulge into your ass picking up the pace of his fingers going in and out of you.

Damn him!!!

“Please Javi. I need you inside.” You purposely clenched your walls around his fingers making him groan.

“Ask me nicely, in Spanish.” Was he serious!?

“Coño, Javier! Cógeme de una buena vez! (Fuck, Javier! Fuck me already!)” You snapped at him.

“That wasn’t nice, but I’ll let it slide this time.” He takes a step back from you making you mourn the loss of his fingers inside you. You hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor, along with his pants. You hoped he forgo his underwear today like he often did.  

“Have I told you how much I love your butt?” He muses grabbing your butt cheeks in his hands and giving them a squeeze.

“You never fail to remind me.”

“Well, the day I do, assume there’s something wrong with me.”

“Dully noted, now hurry!”

“Alright, I want you to rest your forearms on that cabinet, can’t have you losing your balance on me, and open those pretty legs a bit more. Yes, just like that.” He praises you once you do as he says, you moan as you feel how he slides his length between the space of your legs without entering your pussy. “Fuck, baby. You’re seriously dripping.” He groaned as he kept sliding his cock against your pussy, the tip barely bumping into your clit, he was driving you mad.

“Javi.” You pleaded.

“Sorry baby, wanted to be all good and ready for you” He aligns himself to your entrance, “Remember, love, keep it down.” He doesn’t wait for you to acknowledge his words; he buried his length into your pussy in one single thrust drawing out a cry from you. His hand immediately went to cover your mouth cutting it short. “What did I just say?” He panted in your ear.

“Can I trust you to keep it down or do you need my hand?” He let his hand fall from your lips.

“No, I mean yes. Fuck, Javi just keep going.” Any coherent thoughts were leaving you brain by the second, instead they were replaced with thoughts of him and how good he felt stretching your walls.

“As you wish.”

He began moving his hips against yours at a delicious slow rhythm taking almost all of his length out before thrusting back into you, the grip of his hands on your hips would probably leave some bruises. It was so difficult to keep yourself from moaning loudly as he filled you completely. “Maldición. (Damn it)” He gasped. “You feel so good. Ah, yess, you take me so well, sweet girl.”

You could feel his hot breath behind your ear as he continued to pound into you, changing the slow pace he set at the beginning for one that made your knees buckle from the force behind every roll of his hips. Ever the gentleman, he noticed this. Taking his left hand from your hip opting to putt it around your waist to keep you from falling.

“Javi,” you shakily moaned his name in the best hushed tone you could muster while being thoroughly fucked by the hottest man you’ve ever met. You felt your face heating up when you noticed how the wet noises of your bodies meeting each other surrounded you in the small space.

“Shit, you feel so good, sweet girrl.” His right hand moved from your hip to find your clit, you almost let out a loud moan before you bit hard on your lower lip to keep it from escaping. “If I could I’d stay like this the rest of my life, buried inside your delicious pussy. I hope you won’t be too tired after this, because I’m planning to give myself a feast upon this delectable cunt at home.”

Oh, he was close, he always got wordy when he was nearing his orgasm, all that grinding while making out really riled him up. Suddenly, he synchronised the movement of his hips with the hand stroking your clit and fuck did that feel good.

“Mmmhmmaah, Javi…ssshit.” Don’t scream, don’t scream.

“You close, sweet girl? Mmm, you gonna come all over my cock?” He stops for a second aligning himself differently before giving you a hard thrust hitting that one spot making your insides clench around him and causing your back to arch into his chest letting out a small moan. “I bet now you’d love to have my hand to bite into, to keep those beautiful sounds from letting everyone in the building know what we’re doing; how much we’re actually working.”

“Carajo…baby (Damn), I’m close…I can’t get enough of you, mi amor. (my love) Me vuelves loco. (You drive me crazy)” His lips returned to the side of you neck switching between biting and leaving small kisses on your skin. He made sure to keep hitting your G-spot over and over again, you could feel that familiar heat pooling in your belly, and his grunts, shit, you swear he could get you to cum with his voice alone if he really tried, you really were getting close. “Tell me baby, talk to me…”

“Me too…Javi, mmm close.” Taking your right hand from the surface of the cabinet you brought it to the back of his head, pulling on the hair there you got him to unlatch his lips from the skin of your neck leaving them puckered up for you to kiss.

His hips began to lose the rhythm he set, his thrust becoming more erratic as his climax approached, now that you were holding on to him he felt more confident to move his hand from around your waist, moving it underneath your bra he pinched your nipple making you gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby!” His hips stuttered for a moment before he shoved his dick as deep as physically possible coming inside you, groaning your name. The combination of his hands stimulating your breast and your bud at the same time was too much for you. The feeling of his deep thrusts as he rode out his orgasm bringing forth your own.

“Javi.” You moan as you feel the delicious shivers running up and down your body, you end up leaning against him to keep yourself from falling.

“I got you darling,” He said breathless and returning his left hand to its previous place around you, his own shaky legs struggling to keep you both standing, all the while still circling your clit at a slower pace helping you to ride wave after wave of pleasure from your own orgasm, “back to the cabinet you go.”

Somehow, he got your front to lay on top of the piece of furniture, he rested some of his weight on your back as he went soft still inside you and you both tried to catch your breath.

“Shit, that was hot.” You huffed, slightly wiggling your hips making him groan.

“No kidding. Come on, weren’t you worried about getting the file to Murphy.” He gave your neck a kiss before pulling himself away from you.

“Shit, the file, I forgot.” Slowly, mindful of the garments around your ankles, and with still shaky legs you turned around leaning on the cabinet just in time to watch him pull his jeans back on, so he really didn’t put on his briefs today.

“Like what you see?” he asked, finally noticing how you were ogling him.

“I like it a lot actually.”

With a snort he puts his hand inside one of his pockets taking out a small plastic bag with a handkerchief inside. “Here, let me help you.” He kneeled in front of you, taking the soft piece of fabric from the bag into his hand and began to clean the combined mess of your fluids from your legs and pussy.

You inhaled sharply as he delved into your over sensitive folds to get rid of the cum that began to leak from your entrance. “Mmm, Javi.”

“Oh no, you’ll have to wait until we’re back home for round two. Come on, get dressed. The sooner we finish going over those documents, the sooner we can get home, and I want to go home, there’s a feast waiting for me, isn’t it?” He said, giving one of your thighs an affectionate slap before standing up and putting the cloth back inside the bag.

He began to carry one or two handkerchiefs  on his person at all times after the first time you did something like what just happened and there was nothing you could use to clean yourself thus leaving you feeling uncomfortable until you could find a restroom and clean up. He was an asshole most of the time, but a caring one at that. At least to you.

“You better eat it all.” You replied as you bend to pick up your pants and underwear.

“Gladly.”

You were about to finish buttoning up your shirt when you hear the door of the evidence room open.

“You found the file yet? It’s late, I’d like to go home before Connie falls asleep for once.” Steve crossed the front of the room reaching the entrance to the back one rather fast. Damn he was annoyed and you were positive he was about to become livid.

Steve’s eyes went from you to Javier and back, taking in both of your dishevelled appearances, the wrinkles in your clothes and the complete messy state of your hair.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Steve…” you began to say.

“No, save it, I don’t want to hear it, from him I get it, I can even expect something like this, but from you?” He let out a sigh. “Listen, I’m happy for you two, God knows it’s been a long time coming, but in the office? Inside the evidence room?” he sounded incredulous. “Did you find the file? Did you even look for it!?”

“Over there.” Javier gestured with his head to another cabinet on the opposite wall of the one you just used.

“You know how long you’ve been here!?” He answered his own question before either of you could even open your mouths. “An hour and a half! An hour and a half for ONE file that was properly stored making it easy to find!”

“Sorry Steve, we’ll try not to do it, again.”

“Wait, again!? You mean this has happened before!? Shit, how often!?” He ran his hands upwards from his face to his hair. “You know what, I don’t care. What’s more, we’re done for tonight, go home you fucking pair of horny teenagers. Really, at the office!?” he left the room muttering something among the lines of fucking assholes under his breath.

“Well, it’s happened quite often.”

“Javi!”

“What? It’s true.”

“Shut up, let’s get out of here.”

[jobean12-blog]

I absolutely love your fics and was wondering if I could request a smutty fic with beefy Bucky and a baker/cake decorator reader? Thank you💋

Sweet Spot

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Bucky of the beefy variety ;)

Word Count: 1,625

Summary: You are working on perfecting your chocolate cake recipe and Bucky requests a private lesson because he likes it so much. 

Author’s Note: Thank you so very much sweets @amisutcliff I really appreciate that and I’m so glad you’re enjoying them! I have to admit, baking is a fav hobby of mine so this was such a fun request! I hope you love it! Thank you all for reading! Much love ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fluffy sweetness, chocolately goodness, SMUT, oral (fem receiving), fingering, sex with Bucky (always a warning because duh!) 18+ only please! 

The chime of the bell over the door brought your attention to your favorite sight, ocean blue eyes framed by chocolate brown locks that hang over broad shoulders. You would never tire of it, Bucky’s smile lighting up his whole face when his eyes land on you.

The early morning rush had just begun to die down and you were checking out your last patron as Bucky made his way over to the counter. “Have a great day, see you tomorrow!” you say to one of your regulars as you wave goodbye.  Bucky reaches his hand over to yours, a gentle squeeze as he leans over the counter to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. “Morning doll, how’s it going?”

“Morning baby, good thanks, I think the rush is finally over,” you reply, smiling up at him. “So, what’s in my goodie bag today?” You give him a sly smile, bending down to grab a small brown bag from under the counter. “Well, it’s my new chocolate cake recipe. I think I finally perfected it, but I’ll need a professional opinion.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners as he excitedly grabs the bag and opens it to look inside. “Wow, that LOOKS really good, I bet it tastes amazing.” You let out a small squeal of happiness, “I hope so, let me know as soon as you eat it.” With one more kiss and a sexy wink he says goodbye and heads out, the small bag clutched in his large hand.

The rest of the morning keeps you busy, between the brunch rush and decorating your cakes you don’t even realize it’s after lunch until your phone pings with a text from Bucky. Wiping your hands on your apron you search for your phone, finally finding it under a piping bag. Your smile widens as you read Bucky’s text, ‘doll, this cake is so delicious, I ate it in about 3 bites. Moist, super chocolatey and that gooey stuff in the middle was crazy good!’

As you’re replying with a thank you, you notice the text bubble pop up, ‘in fact it’s so good, I think you should teach me how to make it, a private lesson.’ Your cheeks heat at his suggestion, knowing full well the lustful tone he would have said it in. ‘I can definitely help you with that…meet me after hours and I’ll show you my skills.’

His reply is almost immediate, ‘I can’t wait, I’m dying for another taste…’ Your body trembles with anticipation as you try to focus and type back a reply, ‘I’ll have plenty for you to taste, see you later, baby.’ You set your phone down, looking up to find your good friend Wanda giving you a sly look. “I came in for a piece of that cake Bucky has been raving about.”

Shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts you greet her, “hey Wanda, yea, no problem, I hope you like it too.” Grabbing a to-go container you cut her a large slice, “here you go, I’m excited to hear what you think!” She looks around the bakery, seeing that no one is approaching the counter and asks, “can I try it now?” You smile wide, “yes!” with a happy clap of your hands.

She takes a bite and makes an appreciative sound, “this is amazing, y/n! Bucky wasn’t kidding!” You run around the counter to give her a hug, thanking her again and sending her home with an extra piece. You spend the rest of the day working on your cake decorations and seeing to customers, the very last one of the day leaving with the very last piece of chocolate cake.

You put the ‘closed’ sign on the door and begin straightening up as you wait for Bucky. You don’t have to wait long as you hear a soft tap on the glass, Bucky’s face smooshed to the window as he waves. Running over you unlock the door and let him in and before you have a chance to get the word hello out, he has you pressed against the door, his lips on yours.

He finally pulls away to take a breath, “sorry, I’ve been missing you all day,” he says, voice husky. You grab his shirt and pull him back down to your mouth, your kiss desperate as you feel the hardness in his jeans press against your stomach.

“Bucky, the cake…” you whisper against his mouth. Nibbling on your bottom lip he moans, resting his forehead to yours, “ok, baby, let’s make this cake before I eat you instead.” Taking his hand in yours you pull him toward the back, motioning to all the ingredients and tools you have ready, “let’s bake!”

Bucky ties on his apron, his eyes dark as he watches you move around the kitchen, “you look so sexy,” he says, voice low. “I’m covered in flour and I smell like butter,” you retort with sass. “Exactly, doll, delicious.” You give him a look to try and hide how much he is affecting you. You’re not sure you’re going to last through baking either.

Somehow you fall into an easy rhythm, Bucky playing the role of sous chef perfectly. After getting the cake batter mixed and into the cake pans you look at the batter left on your fingers, bringing one up to Bucky’s lips, “want a lick?”

Dark eyes never leaving yours, he takes you finger into his mouth, sucking along the length and licking all the batter off. He releases it with a moan, grabbing the next one and doing the same. Once he’s licked every finger clean, he dips his own finger into the batter, bringing it to your lips and gently parting them. You moan around the thick digit, sucking on it a little longer than necessary before popping it from your mouth.

“Fucking tasty, baby,” Bucky growls, rubbing his hard on against you. “Let’s get this cake in the oven and set the timer,” you hum, then we can figure out what to do while we wait for it to bake…” You saunter over to the oven, bending down to place it inside, knowing full well his eyes are locked on your form.

His hands are on your waist before you can make it back to the table, hoisting you up and sitting you atop the messy counter. “Bucky, there’s flour and eggs everywhere!” you giggle, holding onto his forearms as he moves between your legs. “I don’t give a shit; I’ve been thinking about burying my cock inside you all day.”

Untying your apron, he throws it to the floor then lifts your shirt above your head. His large hands palm your breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as you melt under his touch. Deftly unclasping your bra, he brings his warm mouth down and wraps it around your nipple. “Too many clothes, Bucky,” you whine, pulling at his shirt and jeans.

He quickly pulls his shirt over his head and unzips his jeans, his metal hand running up your thigh to hook into your leggings. In one swift motion he rips them from your body, revealing your pink lace underwear, “these are almost as pretty as what’s underneath,” he says as he slowly drags them down your legs.

Bucky’s mouth meets yours just as his fingers glide over your wet folds. Biting down on your bottom lip he thrusts two fingers inside you. You gasp as your pussy clenches around his fingers, your arms tightening around his neck, “feels so good, Bucky.”

“Just wait ‘til I get my mouth on you, baby,” he croons, pumping his fingers faster. He kisses down your chest, kneeling between your legs and bringing his mouth down to your pussy. His tongue slides through your folds before sucking gently on your clit, his metal fingers curling inside you.

With a few more pumps of his fingers and flicks of his tongue you cum, his lips and jaw coated in your wetness as he stands to kiss you. Moaning at the taste you palm him through his boxers, rubbing along his thick cock, “please, Bucky, fuck me.”

His lips are still on yours when he pulls his boxers down, lining himself up and sinking in slowly. Bucky stills for a moment, the throb of his cock making you shove your hips forward. “Bucky,” you whine wantonly, “move.”

His next thrust is hard enough to send a bowl crashing to the floor, neither of you caring as he sets a relentless pace, your ass sliding along the table every push of his hips.  You bite down on his neck, making him growl into your skin, “you feel fucking incredible baby.” Bucky’s metal hand reaches between your bodies, vigorously rubbing your clit until you come undone with loud scream.

Your walls tighten around his thick cock and with a few more hard thrusts you feel him pulse inside you as he cums. You run your hands down his sweat slicked chest, teasing your fingers over his abs while you watch them flex under your touch.

Just as he leans down to kiss you the timer goes off, beeping loudly in the quiet space. “Talk about good timing,” he laughs. “Mmmmm perfect,” you sigh, looking down as he pulls out of you. Your inner thighs are wet with your arousal as you watch his cum drip down your leg.

“Fuck me, doll, if that isn’t the most beautiful sight.” You carefully slide off the table into Bucky’s arms, “I thought I was the most beautiful,” you tease, standing on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck. “That’s a given, baby, now let’s get that cake out of the oven, I’m ready for my second dessert.”

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