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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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HQ Middle blocker kinks <3

@xxxxtanaxxxx request hq kinks but middle blocker version please 🥺

I'm gonna be honest i wasn't gonna do this buuut here it is

i have a setter one in the works and here is the ace version!

here is the setter version <3

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa, Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

Mentioned female anatomy, but mostly gn

content warning: consensual non-con, humiliation, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurisms, degradation, bondage, sex toys, cockwarming, edging, soft priamal/prey, mentions of house break-ins, pegging, size kink, overuse of the word Daddy, face fucking, hickeys

i think thats all?

buckle up, this is gonna be looooong.

Tsukishima Kei

Degradation

This is a given, my mans has a mouth on him, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT

He says the most vulgar things in your ears (and you love it)

His nickname for you is Cum-dump, and he calls you that so much that you’ve started to respond to it. “Hey, Cum-dump! Come here” “ok Tsukki”

And when he’s cumming? A slew of insults just come out

“You whore, oh, you fucking cum-slut, you’d let anyone do this to you won't you”

And it's not limited to this!

“You're just a hole”

“You only exist for me to fuck, Right? You're just a glorified fleshlight”

“You're only good for sucking my cock”

“I should just leave you chained to the wall so I can fuck you anytime I want, that's all you're good at so you should love it”

It won’t even be only during sex

You could literally be just studying with him and he’ll just lean over and say “ you want to be fucked right now don't you? In front of all these people, I bet you’d love it Cum-dump”

Humiliation

Goes with a dirty mouth

He’ll flip your skirt while walking in front of groups of other students

He purposely sucks hickeys where your uniform does not cover and then laughs at you because you're just such a slut.

One of his favorite things to do is have you wear a vibrator in school, only on days where you have to do something in front of the class

No worries he has the remote and turns it alllllll the way up during the middle of your presentation, you just look so cute all red!

He’ll make it better!!

You can cum in front of the class, let everyone know how much of a whore you are!

Purposeful neglect

He wants you so horny you can’t think

If that means not giving you attention for FIVE DAYS so be it.

No touching yourself and if he finds out you did he’ll ignore you for longer and you don’t want that do you?

You will wait for him to touch you.

He’ll also just ignore you.

No begging, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to hear it.

Don't touch him, stop being a brat or you won’t get off for a whole week.

Bondage

It's all about control <3

Having you tied up and immobile is the best way to show how little you are.

He’ll tie you up and put you on the couch with a vibrator and just watch movies, unable to rock your hips

This seems cruel but he’ll tie your hands up and make you eat dinner with just your mouth <3

He’ll make you watch tv with a ball gag in

He’ll have a riding crop in his hands when you study and he’ll hit your little clit/silt with it every time you get a question wrong

Kuroo Tetsuro

Pet names

Literally any kind o endearment, but mainly switches between Kitten and Baby Girl/Boy(i am swooning right now)

He WILL call you these in front of people and out loud in public

He’s called you them in front of your parents in front of Kenma in the middle of the grocery store.

So you're wondering, why does that matter? People do that all the time!

Well, he calls you them so you remember how he completely ruined your little body and how his cum is still dripping out of you <3

And its cannon that he has a sexy voice, and it drops and gets deeper when he calls you them.

Thigh highs

It doesn't matter in you have the biggest thighs ever or just a bone, if you wear any kind of thigh highs (bonus points for Cat ones) he will be ready to bust a nut

It's not only him that gets off on them, especially when he takes them off

He’ll climb over you and use his teeth to pull them down to your feet and he’ll kiss and bite his way back up to do the other one.

He also will sometimes leave them on to rail you into your bed, when this happens he puts your legs over your shoulders and squishes his head between them.

(kuroo loves thighs, and that's that)

Caregiver

He's taken care of Kenma all his life, and you bet your ass he’ll do it for you

This means he gives the best aftercare you could imagine, I’m talking bubble baths

He’ll cook for you in nothing but an apron, and he’ll tease you when you get all flushed and cute!

You had a bad day? He’ll eat you out for hours until you’re all cuddly and tired.

He’ll fuck you slow where you need it and he’ll kiss all the pain away <3

He just loves having you dependent on him makes him so happy and thankful to have you!

Threesomes

Mainly for Kenma, but he let bokuto have a turn and even convinced Tsikki to give it a try!

He really just wants to show off that you’re his what better way to show you off then let some of them get a taste of something they’d never have.

Favorite position for this? Split roasting/ Eiffel towering

He's the one who you're sucking on, and he’s so far down your throat making him suck you deeper and deeper until you’re drooling all over his balls like a good Kitten

Whoever he sharing you with would be in you following whatever Kuroo tells them to do

Rub your clit? Yes Sir.

Faster. Yup

Slowdown Kittens being bad so she doesn't get to get off <3

Suna Rinatro

Purposeful neglect

Just like Tsukki, he wants you hot and bothered all the time

He will just sit around and scroll on his phone while you’re whining :(

Just let him watch this video and he’ll get you off!

Will never tell you but you just look so cute, all needy and horny for him.

Sometimes he’ll slip you a libido pill and just watch the world burn.

He will wait until you have ruined whatever shorts you’re wearing (and he’ll take them) and THEN he will help his poor needy baby

Cockwarming

Almost every time he games, he puts you on his dick

you already know it’s happening when he takes the controller out

He says it's because he doesn't want to “leave you out”

No moving on him though, if you8 move it could distract him and you do not want him to lose, losing means being pounded into the floor until you can't think, then being ignored the rest of the day “horny sluts can sit on the floor until they need to be used”.

But if all goes well, he’ll go soft in between rounds and will suck on your neck and will let you cuddle into him during the rounds

But when Suna if feeling a bit more adventurous he will put his headset on you and fuck you with all of his friends listening

And if that's not bad enough they all clearly know what’s happening id Osamus soft coo’s and Gin’s little comments (but it's not like they want it to stop anyway)

Edging

Will literally just do this out of nowhere

You thought you were finally gonna cum, then nothing

HE WILL just do things for hours to see you cry and begging or him to just let you cum

He’ll stick four fingers in you and bring you to your climax and just leave you on the edge

He won't even have a reason, you were being good, you let him play his game and he does this?

Que pouty bby

Video/Photography

We all saw this coming-

But he takes it a step further than just having a photo collection of you

He has a personal private story with just you in it where he put videos of you riding him or sucking his dick fo you to “see how slutty you are”

that's not even it, he sends you a picture of you naked in the middle of work, with no shame either

Thus one time you were showing a coworker a shirt you had bought and he texted you and the picture showed up. It was awkward for the next few days.

But these don't even compare to how he has an entire Instagram account (private of course) of your nodes and videos of the two of you fucking.

One extra little thing is that you both watch porn together for ideas.

Satori Tendou

(i could make him a post of his own-so so many kinks for Satori)

Humiliation (mentions of pee)

This can range from calling you names to making you touch yourself in public

He’s called you a pillow princess in the middle of class, in front of your teacher

It had gotten so bad they Ushijima had to ask what a “cum-dumpster was” because Satori had called you that in front of the team.

He doesn't even introduce you as his S/O, hw=e would call you an escort or that you were just his personal fuck toy.

This kink goes so far that when you were on a double date with Semi, under the table Tendo had his hand literally in your pants.

**One of his favorite things is to make you hold your pee in until you are almost peeing yourself, isn't that embarrassing that you're a grown adult who’s about to wet yourself?

Overstimulation

He wants to see you a complete mess all over him

The main goal of all of this is to make you squirt or begin to have dry orgasms

He will not stop until he’s happy or you say your safe word (which is rare)

One orgasm just isn't enough for him :/

And it's a big boost of confidence for him!

he‘s proud to know he can make you cum so much you cant even think!

Dacryphilia

This AND overstim?

Good luck

He can't even explain why it turns him on so much.

You just look so beautiful with tears streaming down your face all fucked out

It always hits him at the worst times too, you crying over a bad grade? A pretty tear falling over your soft cheeks. Hard.

Just watched a sad movie, he’s ready to pound you into the couch.

Anal

Oh ho ho

This can be one of two things, he does it because it feels good

He does it as punishment

That means no lube

No adjusting to his dick

And no extra pleasure to help you get off

He’s so mean </3

Taichi Kawanishi

This man screams pornstar

Public sex

This man is unstable

You could just be walking in public and he just decides he wants to fuck.

Who are you to stop him?

Just let him get this out real quick you can shop later.

Exhibitionism

The thought of being in the open? This man loves it

And you don't really have a choice but to love it

Every time you go to the beach he just has his dick in you, in the ocean sitting in his lap while eating lunch

He doesn't even care who sees

Children? Who cares, look away or whatever

Getting caught

It doesn't even matter who it is

If someone walks in when you're doing it he’s cumming

It's just hot

He doesn't need to explain it to you

he also makes u take nudes and had them as his homescreen for a while

Issei Matsukawa

I’d let this man kill me-

Leather/ latex

LEATHER GLOVES

He wears them when he fingers you so he can make fun of how wet you made them.

He dresses you up in these pretty little pastel dresses (gender to heel, he doesn't care, you look hot weather your a boy, girl, or not) and he wears all black (goth daddy Mattsun) and his gloves to fuck you in his leather-covered fist.

That's not even it

He has an entire bin of different colored chokers and leashes just for his pretty baby

Along with that, he has a shelf of latex thigh highs for you to wear and even has an entire outfit for you to wear and show off to him.

Ddlg/b/n-Lifestyle

This is why he has a lot of things that you wear!

He loves to take care of you all the time!

He loves to make his baby food and love to watch movies with you

And you love him so much too!

You would do anything for Daddy!

And he takes you shopping and to restaurants, and if you want literally anything big or small all you have to do is look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a “Daddy, please!!” and boom his credit card is already out.

Size kink

Big dick Mattsun-

This all comes back to the fact that you are so beautiful

And big dick little hole, who doesn't love that??

He sure does, don't worry though he always makes sure to prep you

Except if it's punishment- he doesn't like it he swears! He’d never want to hurt you!

And you’d believe it until your crying on his cock and it throbs ://

But if it still hurts, and it does, he’ll let you go your pace and sink all the way down onto his cock<3

Fun fact the first time he went into your ass he tried to with no lube and you couldn't sit for DAYS

Voyeurism (receiving)

Makki Makki Makki

I would say he was into Cuckolding but its always him doing the watching while Issei fucks you

And Makki loves it too if his constant praises and coo’s said anything about it.

And Mattsun just gets off on the fact his best friend is watching something he’ll (maybe if you're not into it) never fully have

Mattsun also likes having you tied up an watching him fuck a fleshlight of just jerking off

You look so pathetic :)

extra for big dick mattsun, he Shows all of his friends <3

I am a whore for the Seijoh 4

You bet Makki has an entire folder of pic of you, whether they are of you dripping cum or just with your legs open.

Even if he says he doesn't save them, you know Iwa has gotten off you a recording of you moaning and asking for Daddy’s cock

And Oikawa is always asking for more (the little manwhore), he says they are “references” for him, liar, he jerks off to them in his bathroom.

Takanobu Aone

It's always the quiet ones-

I just gotta get these first two out-

Consensual non-con

I can just TELL he like to pretend to break into your house

Pretend you're so scared and you don't like it

Tying you up and listening to your little cries, awwwwweeee

You were just too pretty to ignore

Just let him have a taste, stop crying he knows you want it just as much as he does

Primal/prey

He wants to feel like he earned his reward

A perfect little trophy for him to use as a toy

His dick in your tiny dripping hole is all the reward he needs

It's like you're a pretty innocent bunny and he’s a big fox just waiting for the right time to strike :)

Soft sex/ praise

I know what I said up there

But none of that means he doesn't love just setting you down on the bed with candles and rose petals and just making love

Soft music in the background and worshipping every inch of your skin

You need to be vocal though!

Tell him how pretty he is when he cums, and how perfectly his dick fits in your hole!

Tell him how soft he looks and how he is making your nipples feel like heaven.

Aftercare- bc I am also soft for aone and he is a good guy

Bubble baths and chocolate

Movies and cuddling

All of this makes him so glad that he found you

Especially when you cuddle into him all sleepily and tired.

Shoyo Hinata

oh he is so pretty-

Mutual masturbation

It's the perfect way to experience pleasure

He can see you in all your glory

All of the faces he sometimes misses when he’s fucking you!

He also learns from it!

He sees the angle your fingers go to hit that sweet spot so the next time he’s in you he knows where to aim!

(he is so precious-)

Pegging

You wanted to try it so he almost immediately agreed-

But it felt good!

The two of you reserved what one you wanted so the one he picked was almost made for him.

Plus, you look ridiculously good with the strap on-

And he voices that as much as he can!

And sometimes when he rides the strap he just watches it going in and out and in and out

(you also think this is SUPER hot but won't tell him :/)

Riding

It doesn't matter if it's you or him

Watching you fall apart on his cock without him doing a thing makes him cum harder than anything

Sometimes he gets so excited that he comes before you and makes you stay there until he’s hard again, which doesn't take long at all.

when it's him?

he’ll go for hours just to hear you tell him how good he is and how pretty he looks

Lingerie

Especially pastel babydolls

But nothing you wear could ever make you look bad in his eyes

Ok he likes it when you keep the lingerie on too like he’s fucking you and you till have a little nightgown/crop top on

Lord he will BUUUUUUSSSTTT

Lev Haiba

Size kink

Unintentionally too

He didn't even know it, but he did know that he liked that you were so much smaller than him.

He likes to put your hand to him and just look at the difference and before he knew it he was painfully hard

On the occasion, he makes fun of you saying his dick is just too big for you and you can't handle it, but then you get on your knees and he shuts up real quick

Praise kink

A given

He wants to know how good he makes you feel at all times

It doesn't have to be words either!

loud moans explanations of pleasure all drive him to move faster and faster!

Even yelling “oh god!” gets him off

He makes you feel that good huh?

Wall sex

Just playing on the size kink thing

He loves to just pick you up and fuck with reckless abandon

Gets a way better angle too- bet you didn't think he would realize that

He also likes to watch the combination of your juices drip to the floor-

Shugo Meian (MSBY captain)

Sexiest team-

Daddy/ Captain kink

Just look at him, he screams Daddy louder than you do when he’s fucking you

He takes pride in being Captain meaning he’ll fuck you for hour if the word even falls from your lips

And yes you have said it (daddy) front of the team and he did get hard, and the both of you did fuck in the locker room of the gym for an hour before you got kicked out

Even in arguments you better call him daddy, he will stop and fuck you into the ground for it

Angry or not you WILL use his title

Spanking

Will threaten you with this almost everyday

He just uses it as an excuse to touch your ass

He makes you count after each one and makes you thank him

It would look a bit like this

“Five! Thank you Daddy!” “Good Baby, five more”

But that doesn’t mean when you really deserve it that he won't unleash the wrath of god onto your poor ass

But after he’ll kiss it all better and Daddy will reward you for taking your punishment well

Controlled orgasms

By this i mean that you wont cum unless he says so

And you have to ask

Aka “Daddy please let me cum, I really want to”

And depending on what he’s feeling maybe you’ll get to cum then

And if not you’ll have to wait like a good Girl/Boy and cum when he does, which could late literally forever.

but its better than disobeying his orders, which could lead to him completely pulling out and just jerking off to cum on you :((

Deepthroating/ Face Fucking

Nothing is better to him than coming home to you on your knees and mouth open and ready

But when he’s all pent up from practice and he sees you?

Rip your throat, you aren't talking for a few days

He’ll literally fuck your face no question

He’ll put his dick so far down your throat you could feel it in your stomach

Yutaro Kindaichi

Hate sex

He just makes everyone angry

And he gets off on it

You look so fucking delectable all red faced and angry

Makes him want to just slam into right then and there

Dom/Sub

Clearly he wants to be in control

Controlling someone is just such a turn-on for him

Looking all pretty doing exactly what he wanted you too <3

Hickeys

Wants to show off that you are his

What better way than marking up your neck with pretty bruises

Plus he likes how you get all shy when people look at them

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cinnamonest · 4 years ago

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I am a bully and mean and saw that Childe’s a Family Man so I decided to be depraved and write some ideas for DadSon and really I feel like Childe can get worse in that situation- especially if we have an AU where the parents are divorced and his Dad is doing the single dad thing. Like, young Ajax is... precocious- a troublemaker as always- but he’s always been perceptive and more aware than any child should be. He figures its not normal for kids to be this attached to their parents, but he sees how his siblings cling to his mom when he comes for visits and decides nah, he’s fine. But then his Dad introduces him to his girlfriend and he’s... quiet. He dislikes her and wants her gone, but he’ll play “nice” for now bc you like her. When he goes to sleep for the night, he wakes up due to some noise from your room and peeks in and sees you fucking your girlfriend and thats the first time he learns what masturbation is. He can’t get it out of his head and he spirals as he gets older. There’s guilt, bc you’re so sweet and kind and here he is, your son, wanting to fuck dear old dad till he’s weak in the knees and bedridden and drowning in his cum.

He gets... bold, one night. Dad broke up with his girlfriend and he’s drunk himself into oblivion to cope. Ajax carries him to bed and then he... notices the bulge in your pants... the odd squirming and twitch of your legs as he tugs down your bottoms and watches your dick rise to half mast. He plays with it, unsure of wtf he is doing as he feels your harden in his hands- and he gets bolder, touching you as he would touch himself and freezing up when your climax splatters across his face. You passed out, and Ajax hurriedly cleans you and pulls your pants up then runs back to his room with his heart thundering in his chest. His mind running a mile a minute as his obsession grows and darkens his mind.

He searches how gay sex works later that night, and carefully but steadily works his way towards it.

He’s long since taken over the household chores due to your busy work schedule- especially cooking. Your diet is healthy and full of fruits, and you applaud him for being a better cook than his mom as you tuck in. What you don’t know is your after dinner tea is laced with sleeping pills that make sure you stay deep asleep as he practices stretching your hole and finding all your sweet spots. He’s learned to earn money from doing... things, and managed to procure everything he needs to properly prepare you to take his dick when the time comes. Its rewarding when you begin to react to his fingers without him sucking and fondling your cock, how you whine and twitch and come undone in a handful of sharp thrusts at specific angles, how though unconcious, you squeeze his head with your thighs as he goes down on you, and he makes sure to come on your face and belly everytime and take pictures. Every once in a while he compares dicks and marvels at how he’s beginning to outgrow you, and ruts in between your thighs to satiate his desire.

Its taken some time but he’s going to be an adult soon. He already has everything lined up- a scholarship, a job with good advancement opportunities, a new apartment he could py for wholly by himself, etc. He’ show you he’s independent and totally capable of taking care of both of you- so you don’t have to worry about your cute little son anymore, Dad. He’s all grown up and ready to take care of you now- financially, emotionally, and sexually.

He’s so happy that when he comes home he nearly overlooks his mother- his birth mother- in the living room talking to you, a stack of documents on the coffee table as you look nervous but amiable to whatever the fuck she is saying. When he asks what’s gotten you two so happy, thinking oh maybe Tonia got into the highschool she applied for or Teucer made the soccer team- you ruin his mood by telling him you two are thinking of getting married again. And he lashes out. Screaming and arguing about why you two separated in the first place and you CANT get back together! You cant, cant, cant! You have to calm him down and send his mother away, saying youll discuss it later. And ohhhh boy are you miffed with his outburst. You start scolding him and nagging that he shouldnt have done that- there are better ways to express his disagreement and he’s being an emotional, angry brat about it.

And Childe snaps. He grabs his Father and drags him to Childe’s room as he flails and struggles, unable to fight off his son’s honestly inhuman strength as he throws him on the bed and strips him down. Your words are cut short as he gags you with your own balled up underwear, and ties your hands back your own shirt as he rummages for the lube on his desk drawer and settles between your legs. You kick at him and he brushes you off as he soaks your hole in the cold lube and pushes his fingers in, making you choke and stutter at the invasion that- doesnt hurt. Childe sighs, saying he wanted to do it more romantically, but if you’re going to ruin his chances like that then he’ll just speed up and skip a few steps. Your eyes are wide as you beg him to stop through your gag when he shucks off his bottoms and digs his dick out of his pants- already at half mast and huge, as he pumps it while pressing it against your ass cheeks, taking pleasure at how you flinch when he drags his cock head along the crack, over your slick hole, and nestle it lovingly against your testicles, letting you realize just how big he is, then return to your hole. You feel tears in your eyes as he pushes in, groaning loud and low into your ear as he bottoms out. Your brain is still trying to process as he leans back and grins, making sure to drag your hips up so you can see where you two are connected, giggling that his cock was made to be inside you. That he was born to give daddy dearest all the love that mommy failed to.

As he rocks his hips you shut your eyes tight and try to ignore his wanton moans, the absolute aching fullness in your anus as its speared open by your son’s dick, the disgust that swirls in your gut to your body not only being postively receptive to his actions, but also his many confessions of what he’s done to prepare you for this moment, how you almost ruined it. But he’s a good son, he’ll forgive you. Just don’t speak to mommy ever again, okay?

You come with your cock untouched and long before he does, and your face burns in shame. Childe takes a moment to stop and collect some of it on his fingers, smearing it on your face so you don’t forget, and licking it off your stomach with his tongue, giggling that you taste sooooo much better than when he first sucked you off. He’s so glad you like his cooking.

Then he starts thrusting himself in, deep and harsh and forcing your legs flat against your torso as you cry out in pain and pleasure as he chases his own high- dangerous threats falling from his lips as he makes you swear to never ever think of anyone else other than him. Convulsing as he empties out inside of you and you cry at the burn of cum splattering against your bruised guts.

Tears fall from your face as you hiccup and wait for him to pull out, to end the humiliation. Childe merely smiles when he sees the look on your face as he flips you onto your stomach, pressing himself against you and slowly massaging your sensitive dick as he asks sweetly, if you think one round could really satisfy a healthy young man like himself, when he’s been lusting for you for years? Oh no, Dad. He’s going the whole goddamn night and day. And with that horrific revelation sinking in, Childe smiles and presses a kiss to the side of his daddy’s temple and leans back, ready to truly breed his father to the brink. Who knows, maybe if he fucked him hard enough dad could become all nice and round- like he was pregnant. Even if Childe knew that sadly couldn’t be.

#tw: incest #lena's asks #q #!!!! ive been fed

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buckleyy--diazz · 4 years ago

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I am back with a third untitled Sambucky fic because I still suck at title so enjoy some smut with a side of feelings that were not supposed to be there in the first place.

“Will you fucking stop?” Sam snapped.

Bucky Barnes was a demon, there were no other logical explanations as to why he enjoyed tormenting Sam the way he did. Bucky’s latest great idea to make Sam’s life Hell had been to get a tongue piercing.

A month now that Bucky had come home with the piercing, a whole month he had been playing with the piercing every time Sam was in the same room as him. Sam was feeling like he was slowly going insane. Sam would never admit it, even under torture but he’s been jerking off to the thought of Bucky’s piercing sliding against his dick more than a few times now. It was becoming a problem. Sam was a grown man goddammit, last time he had jerked off so much he’s been a teen. It needed to stop but he had no idea how to tell Bucky without admitting how much he wanted him.

Well, that was before Bucky decided to add a layer of torture and to fully ruin Sam’s life by walking in their kitchen wearing a very low hanging towel, fresh out of the shower. Bucky was still damp from his shower and Sam could see water drops sliding down Bucky’s chest. His eyes followed the droplet and Bucky flashed him a smug smile when he caught Sam looking. Sam flushed, looking away and cursing himself for getting caught. He was usually more careful when he was looking at Bucky.

Bucky walked past Sam and reached for a mug in the cupboard making his towel fall lower on his hips. Sam bit his lips so hard he could almost taste blood. Bucky poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee as if he wasn’t half-naked. He smirked at Sam over the cup and a drop of coffee ran down the side of the cup. Bucky licked it, never breaking eye contact with Sam.

It was official, he was trying to kill Sam. Again. Except for this time, it might work. There was no way this wasn’t on purpose.

“Will you fucking stop?” Sam snapped.

Bucky calmly put his empty mug in the sink, ignoring Sam’s little outburst, and walked closer to Sam, way too close. Close enough Sam might do something stupid like kiss Bucky or tear the towel away and drop to his knees right there in the kitchen.

“I’m not doing anything,” Bucky whispered, “but I feel like you want me to,” he added as if he could read Sam’s mind.

“What do you want me to do Sam?”

“No-nothing,” stuttered Sam, hating himself for being reduced to a stuttering mess by Bucky’s words. Sam was Captain America now, he had fought against villains that wanted to destroy the earth but he was a mess when it came to Bucky Barnes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied even though he knew Bucky could see right through him.

“Sam, I’ve seen the way you look at me, you keep saying I have a staring problem but you’re not far behind me. I know you want me.”

“Cocky much.”

Bucky shrugged and opened his towel slightly, exposing more thigh, and Sam’s mouth went dry.”

“I’d say I’m average but don’t worry sweetheart, I know how to use it.”

Sam rolled his eyes at the bad wordplay and Bucky laughed, stepping closer to Sam. Crowding him against the kitchen table.

Sam swallowed loudly, his body was on fire. He wanted this, wanted Bucky so much but he also wanted so much more if he was being honest with himself. He wanted soft smiles and lazy mornings in bed. Cuddles on the couch while they were watching a movie, he wanted hand-holding while they were grocery shopping.

Sam didn’t only want Bucky, he was in love with Bucky.

Sam put his hand up to Bucky’s chest to stop him from coming closer. Sam knew what he wanted but he didn’t think Bucky wanted the same and if Bucky came closer, Sam doubted he’d had enough self-control to stop him again. Sam couldn’t say no to Bucky and if Bucky wanted something casual Sam knew he wouldn’t say no but he needed to know what he was getting into before getting his heart broken.

“Buck,” Sam started and Bucky’s smug grin fell off his face and he took a step back.

“Wow sorry. I guess I just misread you. Sorry I overstepped, it was inappropriate,” Bucky said looking embarrassed. He clutched his towel tightly and turned around. Sam grabbed his wrist keeping him from leaving, he couldn’t let Bucky leave on a misunderstanding like that.

“You didn’t.”

“Then why d’you stop me?”

“Because I want more than a quick fuck in our kitchen.”

“You think this is all I want?”

“I don’t know what you want Buck.”

“I want you, I thought I made that very clear.”

“You did, but I want more Bucky.”

“What makes you think I don’t want more, Sam?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know,” Sam admitted, he only assumed Bucky only wanted sex, probably to spare his feelings.

Bucky smiled softly and took a step closer, closer than before. He let go of his towel and he grabbed Sam by the hips, pressing their bodies together.

“Tell me what you want, Bucky.”

“You, all of you, I will take whatever you will give me.”

“Can I give you my heart?”

Bucky nodded.

“I’ll take care of it for as long as you’ll allow me.”

Sam smiled and wrapped his arms around Bucky’s shoulders.

“Can I get something else,” Bucky asked, looking over Sam’s shoulder.

“Whatever you want.”

Bucky slid his hand down and grabbed a handful of Sam’s ass and Sam laughed.

“Way to ruin a moment, Barnes. I knew you only wanted me for my body.”

“No, but I also want to get you very naked very soon,” Bucky whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Sam’s ear.

Sam swallowed loudly, he suddenly felt nervous. He couldn’t believe this was happening, all he ever wanted. Bucky wanted him too and Sam was frozen in place.

“You good?” Bucky asked and Sam nodded.

Bucky smiled and leaned in before he crushed their mouths together and Sam let out a shocked gasp. The kiss was messy and there was no finesse in it. Bucky moves his hands to Sam’s hips, bringing their bodies closer. Sam whimpered into the kiss and pushed his tongue against Bucky's lips who parted them easily. The kiss was overwhelming and Sam's senses were on fire. He could hear the wet sound of their mouth and Bucky's labored breath. It was the hottest sound he had ever heard.

Bucky’s hair was falling around his face, and Sam could smell Bucky's shampoo. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Bucky moved one of his hands to Sam’s face, cradling his jaw gently, changing the angle of the kiss, slowing it down. Sam detached his lips from Bucky, trying to catch his breath and

Bucky kissed his forehead and then his cheek and his neck, sucking a mark and Sam let out a small moan. Sam felt Bucky smirk against his skin and he shivered. Pressing his forehead against Sam once again, Bucky leaned in once more and pressed a sweet kiss to Sam's swollen lips.

“As much as kitchen sex sounds hot, I am still 106 years old,” Bucky laughed, “I think a bed would be better.”

Sam laughed but took Bucky’s hand in his and walked to his bedroom, he closed the door behind them and pressed Bucky against the door, kissing him again. Immediately Bucky’s hands were on the hem of his t-shirt, tugging on it.

“Naked, you need to be naked now,” Bucky laughed and Sam tugged on the towel making it drop at Bucky’s feet.

Sam dropped to his knees, holding Bucky’s hips against the door. He looked up at Bucky in the eyes and licked the palm of his hand before wrapping it around Bucky’s cock, giving it a few slow tugs to get him fully hard. Bucky let his head fall against the door in a loud thud, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Sam licked his lips again and flicked his tongue at the tip of Bucky's cock. Sam gathered a few drops of precum and closed his eyes, enjoying Bucky's taste in his mouth. Sam pumped his hands again a few times and Bucky's thighs were already. More precum bubbled at the slit and Sam lowered his head, finally taking him between his lips. Sam relaxed his jaw and started bobbing his heads up and down, taking as much as he could. Bucky moaned loudly when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Sam's throat. Bucky let his head fall and his hand found Sam's hair. When Sam moaned around him, Bucky tugged harder.

Sam lifted his eyes and looked at Bucky under his lashes. Bucky twitched on Sam's tongue. He was getting close. His cock twitched again when Sam hollowed his cheeks to suck harder. Bucky tugged on Sam's hair harder, trying to warn him he was about to come but Sam kept sucking him until Bucky came down his throat. Sam swallowed everything and continued to suck gently until Bucky got softer in his mouth.

“My turn,” Bucky said when he finally caught his breath. He brought Sam up to his feet, kissing him deeply. Sam knew Bucky could taste himself on his tongue and Sam twitched in his sweatpants. Bucky pushed him back until the back of Sam’s knees hit the bed and pushed him down the bed.

As soon as Sam's sweatpants hit the floor, Bucky climbed into the bed and settled himself between Sam's knees, looking at him in the eyes. He snapped the elastic band of Sam’s boxers before sliding them down slowly. Bucky licked his lips when Sam's dick sprung free. Not breaking eye contact, Bucky kissed Sam’s knee, and his thigh, he sucked a mark on the inside of his thigh and Sam whimpered. Bucky was getting closer to his dick and he needed to be touched.

Finally, Bucky took Sam's dick in his hand, pumping it slowly, using the precum to make it easier. When more precum bubbled at the tip, Bucky took the tip of his tongue and licked at the slit, just like Sam did earlier, causing Sam to moan loudly.

“You taste so good.”

“Fu-uck Bucky.”

Sam moved one of his hands to Bucky's hair and tugged. Bucky moaned and Sam tugged harder. Bucky smirked and flattened his tongue on the underside of Sam's cock and licked a wet stripe from his balls to the tip, he licked the slit and moaned loudly when he tasted the precum again. Bucky finally took him in his mouth and Sam moaned loudly. Taking the head of Sam's cock between his soft lips he sucked on it gently. Sam arched his back and another long moan left his mouth. Bucky let go of his cock and smirked again. Bucky raked his nails on Sam's thighs and Sam tugged at his hair again, a little less gently this time and Bucky groaned. He took Sam back in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Sam had been right, Bucky’s piercing was making this experience ten thousand times better.

“Fuck babe, fuck!”

One of Bucky's hands moved up to Sam's abdomen, his fingers feeling Sam’s muscles contract under them and Sam was getting close, muscles tightening and his legs shaking. Bucky let go of Sam's cock again but he kept stroking him slowly.

Bucky took him back in his mouth and started sucking harder, when Sam’s cock hit the back of Bucky's throat they both moaned loudly and Bucky took it as his cue to pick up the pace. The sound in the bedroom was obscene, all you could hear was the wet sound of Bucky's mouth and their ragged breath. Bucky was glad they were in a house and not an apartment. Sam was getting close, his breath was getting shorter and his moans sounded like broken little sobs.

“I'm gonna come,” said Sam as he stilled his hips, “fu-uck,” he moaned as he released in the back of Bucky’s throat.

Bucky let go of Sam’s softening cock, pressing his forehead against Sam’s thigh, trying to catch his breath.

“Come here,” Sam said and Bucky shuffled closer to Sam and Sam wrapped his arms around Bucky’s body. Sam yawned and closed his eyes, a small content smile on his lips. Bucky pressed a soft kiss under Sam’s chin and closed his eyes too. Before long they were both asleep, feeling warm and happy.

#Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Sambucky #Winterfalcon #TFATWS #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #Marvel #smut #fluff #my writing #fic rec

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I Thought You Should Know 2

Part 2.

Part 1 HERE.

Notes in part 1.

Before:

This time when Superman caught you he held you close and wrapped his arms around you before flying away with you clinging to him and crying because you couldn't hold it in anymore.

Awareness came with a background of arguing and a sinfully - sinfully - soft mattress. Tugging the blankets up and over your head you snuggle into your pillow and doze.

You've grown up with yelling and lived in places that were noise 24/7 and presumed the arguing was the neighbors. A quiet falls over your cocoon and it hits you... your hotel room had a mattress that was as stiff as plywood.

The bed dips and you tug the sheet down from your face and take in the warm tangerine color walls, dark wood molding and the bedside table was a rustic style piece of furniture. Turning over you're startled to find Clark Kent standing with a tray of food but more surprising was the man sitting on the bed in a sharp charcoal suit.

Curious, you lift the blanket and peer down at yourself. You were wearing your underwear... you guess it was bettered than being naked. "Rest assured Miss ****, your virtue is safe."

"Lex!" Snapped Clark with a glare before he turned to you and floundered for what to say before pushing the tray out, "Coffee?"

"What happened?" Your brain felt muffled and you can remember bits and pieces and jumping off a ledge... "Shit, did I try to kill myself again?" You sit up and the blankets pool at you waist uncaring of your bra that was all lace and completely inappropriate for your type of job.

"Again?" The tray is set down on a bedside table and Clark was crawling to you, grabbing your arms, checking your bare wrists, as if he hadn't seen them before you were tucked in half-naked. "**** we talked about this."

"Settle down." Lex heaved himself up with a sigh and peered down at the two of you, "Clark brought you here, you were hysterical and I gave you a sedative and while you were high out of your mind you chose my,"

"Our." Clark snapped but the other man continued on without missing a beat.

"Bed to make your nest. You had this loon," a finger pointed at Clark who look aghast, "Rip off your corset because, and I quote, I can't catch it rip it off. As you spun in a circle trying to reach for the laces."

"I kind of panicked and ripped it off. Sorry."

"He's not sorry, he burned the thing in the fireplace."

"Secrets Lex! Married couples know how to keep secrets!" Clark glared and you watched them bicker back and forth, lost.

"Can we not? As hot as it is, I'm too nauseous to join in on your makeup sex." That cut through the weird foreplay the duo had.

"Get out." Lex tries but you ignore him as usual.

"Here have some coffee!" Reaching for the tray Clark held onto it without strain.

It was a giant mug of black coffee, a small plate with an oversized croissant, little jars of jelly that was a mismatched set from various fancy hotels you knew Clark had a habit of stealing from, a bowl of yogurt topped with fruit and granola, a whole tomato, a cow shaped creamer, and a pig shaped cup with sausage sticking up.

"Remind me to never request breakfast in bed. You forgot silverware and cutting the dam tomato." Lex clapped his hands, "I'm off. Don't overstay your welcome and you're barred from all future events." And then he was gone.

"He does have a nice ass." You mumble into your coffee that was sweet and perfect.

"It makes up for his bad bedside manner." Then Clark is gone... and back with a spoon and knife, a knife he uses to cut your tomato. "There's a bedroom here for you." It's spoken softly and your eyes flick up to meet his then away, the croissant butter soft. "****?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry."

Now you remember, quite convenient when there's a knife in arms reach, "You're not." Strawberry jelly smears heavily. It's flavorful and you chewed slowly, savoring the rich taste. A sip of coffee and a your slurp breaks the silence.

"I am. I shouldn't have said that."

"You thought it and you spoke it. Simple logic."

"No."

"You're a whore." You pick up a tomato slice, "You fucked all the girls you cheered with and you bottomed for half your fraternity." It tasted juicy, "Lois Lane wasn't your only fuck buddy at the paper and Green Lantern misses your dick something fierce." From your peripheral it was interesting how embarrassed his face colored.

"How..."

"Now Lex," you interrupt. "Lex is a slut but he's a slut with standards like myself. Dick pics help weed out the useless ya know." Sip, "Men - woman - don't care." Sip, "It helps when you get really lonely and you can leave. No strings, no questions." Sip, "If you speak to me that way again," your gaze meets his, "I won't need kryptonite to kill you."

"****..."

"Refill please." You hand over your mug that's half filled and Clark takes it. Quietly he moves off the bed and walks out.

The tray is settled at your side and you manage to shuffle over to the edge and stand by the time he comes back. Meeting him part way you ignore the way his eyes rake over you, "I'm..."

You were tired of apologies and hugged him. He was tall and you settled for wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tight, "Leave it."

It's never brought up again.

The formal gala was beautiful. Lights, cameras, ice sculptures, bottles of champagne flowed as did the money for the secret auction, so secret no one was aware there was an auction.

At least that's what the news had said.

Lounging on a couch with a tub of ice cream your face is covered in an organic green tea mask, your body has been massaged by a last-minute goddess with hands that deserved to be preserved in the Vatican vault, and your feet was resting on Clark's lap where the man was massaging your left foot with a hand as the other hand tossed Gummi bears.

You were horrible at catching them with your mouth but the colorful bears decorated the carpet and sofa with a certain pizazz. Elevator doors opened and expensive loafers dragged, "Why are you still here?"

Spoon dangling from your mouth you pull it out and point it at the tired man who was being rerun on the massive television. "Did you have fun at your party?"

"That party brought millions to Saint Jude charity foundation."

"Uhu... and how much really..."

Lex dismissed you to turn to his husband, "Why is she still here."

"I'm not putting her out, you can do that." It was said matter of factly with a hint of try it, go on, I dare you.

Oh this was good, not as good as the ice cream but good.

"****." You blink up at the tall bald-headed man, "Leave."

"But the make-up sex."

You think his eye is twitching, "There is no sex!"

A pout twitches your lips and your spoon stabs at the ice cream, "But Dom Daddy Master sex is the best sex." Beside you Clark chokes on a gummy and Lex is a thundercloud as he steps closer and closer to you until he's close enough you can smell his cologne. "See," and you glance over at the coughing man who was thumping his chest, "That's hot. You're hot, we should...."

"Shut up!" And you shut up, sitting back. "Your jokes are not appreciated. Pack your shit and run back to your Captain America. The epitome of all that's righteous and leave..." you snort and quickly cover your nose as ice cream somehow went up there. "Me and mine alone!"

A napkin is passed to you, "Ignore him. He saw what's in the box and is not too happy right now."

"Couldn't you have left it behind?" Wiping your nose you take in all that was Lex Luthor and processed what he said, "Why would I run back to that asshole?" Of course Lex had bared his teeth in a very animalistic way and stormed off so you turn to the quiet second half and said, "What was in the box?"

"A dress." His face loses trace of all humor, "The accessories are a problem, my nose is quite good and you're not that type of person to..." Clark cuts off as Lex returns and all but flings the box at you and Clark catches it and settles it on your lap while taking away your ice cream.

You ignore the argument that's caused by that stunt and take in the dented and dirty box that was lopsided and the tissue paper that hung half out. Clark was right, there was a dress balled up on top and you pull it out... it was a familiar dress.

Black, shiny, skin-tight, one side would cover down the length of your thigh while the other was cut in a way to barely cover your vagina.

You knew this dress.

This was a similar dress you had in your closet from ages ago. It had been the dress you met Steve Rogers in when you had worked another undercover mission as a singer in an underground club. The lights on stage would make the material nearly sheer and showed off your curves and the nipple piercings you had gotten done for the gig.

Well... "He knows." Or at least presumes who you are but how? Dropping the dress to the side you go through the rest of the stuff and pull out a pair of killer heels in your size, "Nope." And drop them both atop the dress. Next was a scrap of fabric that took a moment of turning it here and there to realize it was panties, "What the fuck is this?"

Clark looks pink while Lex scowls but answers, "Thong."

"This," you shake it like it's flag. "Wouldn't cover an ass cheek. I have a fat ass... the strings would cut across my hips and make me look like a ham hung to dry." That too was dropped and you rummaged around the jewelery, the hair extension that sat wrapped, and an empty clutch. "Stockings? It's cold, these fucker really think I would waltz around and freeze my clit off?"

"The point was to entice me, your target, or that idiot." Confused, you glance up at the taller man. "Your choker. There's a mechanism that releases a pheromone when you get close enough to your victim. It's potent, it's an ingenious way to get me to leave and hand me over to SHIELD or attract that asshole who was there, dressed to impress and also wearing a wrist watch that had the same scent, my intel says he was hoping to use it on you if you had arrived. Fucker doesn't realize all phone calls are tapped, that was a mistake."

Rummaging through the box you find rings, bracelets, a pair of studs for nipples - which what the fuck - but no choker. Glancing over at Clark you said, "You said your nose. How does it smell?

"Musky. I only know about it because HYDRA is interested so they tried to use bait, young bait, to entrap my husband in a scandal. It didn't work, girl scouts don't make penthouse calls at 1am. Thankfully I was home and tossed the girl in the closet before dealing with him."

"I could have raped that girl."

"Lex, no." And Clark was off the couch and crowding his husband who leaned into the embrace with a miserable face and you felt upset. Box plopped on the oddly shaped coffee table you make your way around the duo and bare foot you walk to the elevator door that opens with a soft ping and step on, finger jabbing on the button to the ground floor.

It was a short trip of quiet, you ignore the dried and cracked gunk that was on your face and stepped out into a lobby with its shiny floor and gold accents.

There weren't many people about at this hour except a janitor that was windexing a window and a concierge who stood once he caught sight of you. "Ma'am!"

"Phone?" You gesture to the old-fashioned looking thing that sits behind the desk. You knew it was a thing installed by Lex that was as private as you could get, and one that no nosey AI could hack into. An alternative option in case he was too lazy to take an elevator to the top floor.

"I'm sorry but..."

"Great, thanks, sit and be a good boy as mummy handles something." The man is a stuttering mess as you reach over and take it, plopping it on the high ledge.

"Ma'am you can't!"

Fingers presses into small holes and drag clockwise with each number. "Phone the penthouse, I'm sure Mr. Luthor would be ecstatic over us meeting."

The concierge, who had his hand on separate phone and was calling security faltered, "Lex Luthor?"

You smile, green tea dust falling, but before you can utter a comment the line picks up without a greeting, "Brucie poo, remember that favor you owe me? Well I'm collecting."

The concierge moves away to stand with the Janitor who had been quick to call him over and tell him to keep his eyes down. Which was for the best since you were walking around in flannel that was oversized, courtesy of Clark. Switching to a different language and lowering your tone you spoke with an unamused Bruce Wayne, while not friendly with Lex, had been highly upset over the use of children as pawns.

You weren't surprised.

The elevator dings and you wave at Clark who jogged to you and you were quick to say your goodbyes, "Why didn't you tell me?" Frowning at the taller man.

"You're not here, why would we tell you?" And that, that hurt.

The elevator doors closed and you knew you needed to do something, time was wasting.

Solid black, it matched the coal around your eyes and the contacts you had struggled to put on. Boots were comfortably strapped up to your knee and you waltzed across a manicured lawn.

The cameras were down.

The dogs had been knocked out.

Security had been scarce since a good portion had all come down with a mysterious stomach bug. You can't really protect your benefactor if you're shitting your intestines out.

Striding up the marble steps that led to a wrap around porch, you tried a door handle and found it locked. A laser took care of that, a nifty little thing you dropped on the ground and waltzed inside, smoke curling into the air from the burned brass and wood.

Having had memorized the layout you strode to the kitchen, up a flight of stairs, down a hall, up another set of stairs, down another hall and to a bedroom door where you put yourself in a position that your com had instructed. Gun in hand you aim a degree left, swooped right, down center, each bullet piercing through the door and wall.

Stopping only when your com had said so.

You open the door and lean against the door jamb, the bodies on the ground paving a way to a lone man pressed against the corner of a wall holding a gun.

"Hello honey." He aims and pulls the trigger. The gun jams. "Poor baby," you stalk over. "Let mommy kiss it better."

From a distance away Superman removes the com in his ear cutting off the scream of the HYDRA operative who had tried to set up his husband.

Maybe if your com hadn't been knocked off and landed in a puddle of blood you would have found yourself here, in a chair, at the SHIELD headquarters.

Great, just great.

The chair was uncomfortable so you chose a nice corner to lay down, cross your ankles, and try for a nap.

You had gotten as much as you expected from Mr. HYDRA guy which was meh. Not enough info compared to what you had but if you were honest, you weren't there for intel.

It was just a great excuse to inflict as much pain as you could and death.

You hated getting your hands dirty but... yea... getting caught on the back lawn with SHIELD agents storming up to you with guns and K9 was a weird experience.

"****." Confirmation that Steve had a really good guess you were you. Ugh. The door closed behind him with a thump and the man strode over. "You can cut the act, I know who you are."

You sign WHO.

"I thought you were dead." You yawn, "I knew it was you when I heard you laugh." He pauses as if he expects you to talk. "Superman knows who you are, how do you know him?" Quiet. "Answer me." He sighs, voice changing to one of concern, one you had believed was his true self. "I miss you."

A hand lifts and you sign QUEEN.

"****!"

Middle finger, no two fingers, point in his direction.

A hand grips your ankle and you're dragged from the wall, your other free foot hits the ground with a thump, you curl your toes - triggering a nifty backup - and out pops a short knife. Steve let's out a shout as you stabbed him in the leg, once, twice, and his arm that swings to stop you before the man let you go.

Blood coated the ground and the super soldier stumbled back, "What the fuck ****!" The security that patted you down didn't take all your lovely toys.

Hopping to your feet you waved a finger at him and signed BAD BOY. The doors open and two men with guns enter, they try to get Steve to leave but he's a stubborn fuck, "Back off, I've had worse."

Just to fuck with him you sign, POISON.

His eyes go wide and he stumbles out with the two guards and you're left alone once again.

The fuckery begins when the vents turn off, it takes a while for the air to get stifling and hot but you don't remove your uniform and lay on the ground sweating through your material and the pungent stench of blood has you breathing through your mouth.

Stubborn to death you try to ignore the nausea that roils your stomach, a migraine forms at the back of your skull, and your mouth was dry and throat parched.

Time churns and it's hard to focus so you keep your eyes closed but it does little to help. Maybe this was it? A smile quirks your chapped lips, at least you got to stab Steve, hopefully your knife was dirty and he got an infection.

When did you close your eyes?

Breathing was like choking on sand and you can hear the ragged sound of you inhaling deeply and sharply. A shadow hovered above you and you felt a tug and your body lifting before dropping. It's dizzying when your head lifts upwards but thankfully you're gently settled down

"Shit's adhered to her skin."

Was someone talking? No, let you sleep. Closing your eyes you hate that you're jostled as your legs are lifted and plopped on someone's knee.

"Get me water and ice, her legs up will help with blood flow to the heart."

Cold seeps through your uniform and the lip of a bottle entices your tongue to move and swish by swish cool water washes away the sandpaper feel of your mouth.

"Cut it off her." You recognize that voice.

"The first layer was easy, this is adhered to her skin." Pause, "I've seen this before Captain. You'll rip her skin off, best to wait until she regains conscious and..."

"She's not HYDRA."

"But you said..."

"I know what I said, now get out!" There's a scuffle and a slam. Hands are tugging at the edges where the suit left your skin exposed. Someone had removed your boots and gloves... a sharp tug of pain at your temple reminded you you're wearing a mask that showed off your eyes and your mouth once the second layer was pulled aside.

"God dammit." Steve growled, "Fine! We'll do this the hard way!"

Your fingers curl and you try to move but your legs are heavy and a prickling sensation runs up and down. Move you tell yourself but you can't.

"All I wanted was a simple yes or no." Something cold presses against your cheek, a pointed tip digging, trying to dig, beneath the seam of material and skin. "This is your fault ****."

What?

Pain causes your back to arch and your right calf to seize, you choke on a scream trying to move away from the slice of the knife as it digs under your skin and not the material but Steve has a firm grip on your chin.

Blood seeps out and there's a swear from the man and the knife is pulled out. He ignore your whimpers of pain to move a single hand down your body. Skimming over your breasts, sides, sternum, waist, and back up to your throat, "A little less pressure eh?" The blood stained tip pops through the layer, Steve needing to push harder as the material - as thin as it was - was strong.

The knife carefully drags downward, blood seeping from between the black material, and stills just under your bust line where your waist cincher catches the blade. "Hmm." Cutting straight down, the blade knocking through fabric and the hooks.

The suit material was adhered to your cincher leaving your stomach bare. His free hand settled on your too warm skin, fingers tracing over the indentations left from the boning and material.

He tries to tug at the material but your body shifts with it, "I'll get this thing off you even if I have to skin you."

Shouting catches his attention but Steve ignores the sound of gunfire, secure in the knowledge he was locked in. The knife veers direction and he slices down the side towards him, gripping the cincher for leverage.

Mid thigh Steve is startled when the door to the room flies across the room, knife jerking and slicing deep causing you to cry out, a pitiful cry. "Fuck!" Steve scrambles to cover the wound with his large hand but it does little to stop the blood.

A hand grips into the back of his neck and tosses him as if he were a rag doll. He hits the wall leaving a crumbling indentation in the concrete. Shaking it off, Steve is prepared for a fight but once the disorientation is shaken off he manages to catch a glimpse of red before realizing he's alone.

You're gone.

The bandage on your face and the butterfly band-aid running down your body to yet another oversized bandage at your thigh made it look as if it was bad. "I'm fine." A nurse stands idly to the side and you glance at her, "Tell him I'm fine."

The him was Clark who was trying to take your temperature for the fifth time in the span of an hour. "You're not fine!" He also sends a look to the nurse who looks on amused, "Tell her she's not fine, a high fever is a sign of infection, God know what germs that cell had."

"It was a clean cell." You try but Clark takes the opportunity to plop the thermometer into your mouth and you roll it under your tongue.

Beep.

"It went up a degree!"

"For fucks sake. Lex!" You yell the other mans name.

The phone rings at your bedside and you pick it up and hand it Clark who scowls. "Yes Dear."

The nurse tip toes closer to fluff your pillows as you settle back. The past few days a whirl wind of adventure. Between SHIELD putting out a warrant for you - both your identities - and fighting with Lex that no he shouldn't call a war against the organization and that you had a plan. Of course bumming it at the Luthor's meant you had a lovely nurse and a personal chef.

The high life.

"The husband requests I should leave you alone less I suffer a dry spell." He side eyes you and you hold a hand out to him which he takes and crawls beside you, careful of your body under the sheets. The nurse leaves and the two of you are left alone. "I was so scared. Seeing you there... bleeding..."

"Me too." You admit, "I shouldn't be surprised but I am. Steve... that's not my Steve."

His arm pulls you closer, dragging you off your pillow and into his arms. "He was never yours." It hurt but it was the truth. He gently brushes away your tears - it's not fair you still cried for this man - and gently turns your head so you can gaze at him, his touch soft as it hovers above your bandage. "Give us a chance ****."

"Clark..." your eyes burn with more tears, afraid, you're so afraid. "I can't."

"He could have killed you and yet he still holds a place in your heart."

What? "No."

"He's still there, he lived everyday content with another woman while you were left alone and bitter. Everything you've done to get to this point was because of him. He's still there, in your heart, a parasite, keeping you from moving on and taking a risk." You're quiet and his normally stoic self turns frustrated and says, "The asshole stabbed you, doesn't he deserve to suffer?"

"Yes. He deserves to suffer." The anger surged and you used your arm to prop yourself up, "Steve humiliated me. They all knew, fucking knew, and... I still have the fucking dress." Clark frowned, "How could he do that to me, why Clark. Why?"

"Because he can." You flop back on the mattress and cover your eyes with the heels of your hand and will the hurt to die and your tears to dry. "He's heartless but you're not."

"Clark..."

"No. He never cared ****, he used you while Sharon was away. If it wasn't for the other asshole, Steve would have dumped you at the alter or killed you off and you know that's true. Look what he did to you, you don't think he would have that spy take you out?"

"No." You choke out and you sniff before a grin curls your lips. "He would have done it."

"Or the..."

"No." Sniff, "I hacked his journal. He was going to cause a car accident." Clark went stiff and in the distance you hear a crash, a slam of a door, and you glare at Clark, "You didn't hang up the phone!" It wasn't a question because a moment later the door to your bedroom swings in and the very tall, very angry shadow of Lex Luthor fills the doorway.

"****." It was your full name. Your full legal name and you went absolutely still.

"Babe..." Clark tries but Lex is a storm cloud as he saunters forward and ignores the pet name only his husband was allowed.

"Are you soft in the head?" Lex loomed over you and for the first time you were scared of him.

"Lex..."

"Car accident? You knew he was planning on killing you and you still did nothing." The man didn't have to shout but each word was laced with venom that had your heart skip a beat.

"I..."

"Swallowing a bottle of pills isn't what you do when someone plans to murder you." Oh shit, "Jumping head first into missions without backup or extra ammo is not the way one plots revenge." Fuck. "Running off and putting yourself in suicidal situations does nothing but get you killed!"

"I know."

"Then why must you be so stupid!"

"Because I needed to feel something!" You shout, it hurts to sit up but you scramble to do so as Clark assists. "I was stupid, is that what you want to hear? How stupid I was to believe that someone could love me? Me? That someone would want me for something other than sex? That I was beautiful? Smart? That I was more? Stupid of me to think that a person could think I was worth a commitment and kids and a last name, a home, I was stupid to think I was worth a home, someone who can... can love me..." it was hard to breath and see as the old hurt rear its ugly head and you can't be strong, dropping your head, spine hunching you press your hands against your eyes, the pressure easing the headache that was throbbed steadily.

"Lex, ease off." Clark rubs circles on your back.

"No. She needs to deal with this and not wallow in self pity."

"Lex!"

Sniffing up the snot you wipe your nose and say, "It's not wallowing. I'm not a victim, read the definition asshole."

"Of course you're not love but crying doesn't get back at someone who wants to cut your break cords."

Sniff, "Drunk driver." Your eyes itch and you rub them again, "A t-bone."

Clark takes in your red eyes and the flush to your face before looking up to his husband, "Kill him."

"No."

"Already on it." Lex says matter of factly.

Again you say, "No. Death is too good."

Lex sighed, he was ready to snap at you again. "He's enhanced. What's your plan? You can't get close to him like before."

"He's a conservative man, his reputation is everything to him." You say, "I got a plan to get SHIELD off my back and I'll make public his journals and porn crap."

Lex frowns, "No maiming? Missing limbs?"

You shake your head, "No. There's some heavy shit in those journals and secrets about the team. I'll black out the intel from missions but Steve gets off on knowing that the world sees him as this perfect man. A God amongst mortals. He won't know how to deal with it."

"Alright, ok, we can work with that." Hands continued rubbing circles on your back, "Can I punch him at least?"

"You're getting your hands dirty?" Surprised, Lex glanced down at you, "Guess he loves you more than me." In response Clark lugged a pillow at him.

"Punch him twice. One for me and one for you." It comes from you.

"Break his leg for me." Lex sends you a look but you don't say a word, "Payment for the stitches."

"Mhm." You'd probably scar too. "Break both legs." You rub at your thigh where it itched.

"I smell blood." Clark leans over and moves the blanket aside and patches of red bloom on your bandage, your shorts hiked up to V of your thighs. "Lex, get the nurse. You might have popped a stitch."

"It's ok, I'm ok."

"No, you're not."

The nurse comes in with a first aid bag and your bandage is removed showing that yes, you popped a stitch. It doesn't take long to fix it but you do lean into Clark for comfort.

SHIIELD's system is down.

Their backup of a backup doesn't work, nothing works. Cards danced on the screens, Queens of spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs bounce up and down, left to right, in no specific direction.

They all know whose calling card halted all communications and in a solo room where a group of people who had complete access to everything were privy to a badly drawn cartoon of a queen of hearts card threatening to release sensitive information to earth and Google Earth images of all their safe house locations including their own.

Less than a day later SHIELD pulled all their warrants and people in the search of you.

An email was immediately sent with your resignation and quickly after that a website was made public with Captain America Secrets on full view and no A.I. or hacker could tear it down.

Not with the insane amount of protection you encased it in. Still, you had fail safes in case it was taken down plus the internet where nothing died was quick to copy and paste and you sat back in your hello kitty onsie as the world burned Steve Rogers and the Avengers.

Tony's PR team was quick to claim it was a hoax and the others had denied all allegations against their own humiliation but you had finally let it go.

You had to.

Looking up as a set of floor to ceiling windows slid open and you watched as Superman flew in and landed. His hair was in disarray, a portion of his suit was torn and blood was splattered on his cheek, not his blood you're sure. "Had fun?"

A grin is tossed your way and the papers on the coffee table ruffled as the man sped to you and was right there, making your eyes cross. "Beautiful. Perfect. Brilliant. Patient. Crazy. Lovely."

"Clark, heros say no to drugs." You interrupt his rambling.

"I'm sober."

"Meth?"

"****."

"Cocaine?"

"****."

"Sugar?" There's seconds, time for you to turn your head as Clark leans in, but you hold your breadth as he kisses you. A soft and gentle pressure and it's so sweet.

"Let me love you ****." his brows press against yours, "Let us love you. Give us a chance."

No.

Just no.

You don't need the extra heartache.

"Okay." It slips out and you can't take it back. Do you want to take it back?

Clark's face is one of excitement and his eyes shine with something that you've seen before, when he looks at his husband and you were a sucker for pain. You can't take it back, "You won't regret it I promise." And with that Clark picks you up and you hold on.

"I'm not having sex so you can put me down." You kick your legs because you're almost sure you wouldn't.

"Oh I know." He walks confidently to the still open window, "We need Lex for that. He has a sturdy desk and sound proof office."

"Clark!"

And he jumps, flying off in the direction of his husband's company. It would be a pleasant surprise but at least he was right, that desk was sturdy.

End.

Notes:

I can't write sex scenes so there you go. Use your imagination. I picture a spit roast scenario and a very slippery desk.

I can confirm that Superman kicked Steve's ass, broke his legs - twice - and punched 3 times. Which is why Clark arrived looking disheveled. Also Steve did give as good as he got but Superman is a pretty boy with hopefully good dick (for you the readers sake ;)

#fanfiction #avengers #mirkysconcubinefiction #complete #dark steve rogers #female reader #i thought you should know #sequel #part two of two #clark kent x reader x lex luthor #clark kent × lex luthor #clark kent x reader #lex luthor #lex luthor x reader #female reader #dark themes #i regret alot but not this #crazy

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icollectyoursins · 4 years ago

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The Risotto thirst is real, guys. I'll put the dream under the cut because holy shit, it's long and so good. My brain really said: oh, oh you want Risotto? Oh, you’re thirsty? Here. Drink up. If anyone wants to uh... write a full fic for this, I won’t stop them, I mean... I’ve got a lot of work to do, but you guys... *wink wink.* You can do it if you want. Obviously you don’t have to. But, most of the work is done so....

Warnings are choking, cunnilingus, fingering. You know, the good stuff.

So, Risotto comes up to me, with my mother around the corner, said "I've been watching you all day, I know how you've been looking at me. You want me to breed you. I'll do it."

Then, we get on our horses, do our job of watering something (I dunno, that part was weird, but frankly I didn't care), we get to a foresty-rocky area, he leads me to a waterfall and helps me off my horse. There's a bridge to get to the other side, now I am terrified of heights, so I am walking very slowly behind him. He doesn't grab my hand to help, no, no. He grabs my face and tells me to look at him the entire time. We get half way, he shows me the view of the waterfall, which is nice, but still a little terrifying.

Finally, we get to the other side, round a corner and there's a small greenhouse, with a couch in it and a small fountain in the middle. It's a little over grown, but that's fine, because it's beautiful.

We talk a little bit, but there is obvious tension in the air. He tells me that this is where he comes to clear his head, maybe it’ll help clear mine. At this point, I can’t tell if he’s flirting or being serious, but regardless I come in close to him, being all adorable and shit. He can’t hold back any more. He kisses me, soft, a little out of practice, but it’s sweet.

Things get more heated as he takes me over to the couch. I go to frantically unbutton my shirt, but he stops me.

“No,” he says. “I want to savour every inch of you.”

So, I slow down a little, his hands join mine, carefully sliding my shirt off my shoulders. At some point, his shirt comes off, then I’m in his lap, hungrily kissing him over and over.

“So, do you actually clear your head, or do you just come here to masturbate.” I joke.

“Both,” he answers.

We get back up and basically throw the rest of our clothes off. We both look down, exploring each other’s bodies. I have no idea where his eyes go, because mine go straight to his dick. He’s big, good thing I’m a royal member of the size clan.

He brings me close, softly kissing my lips. “I’ll be gentle.” He tells me. He’s big and he knows it can be intimidating.

“Good thing you don’t have to be gentle. I can take it.” I say. Now I’ve got him going.

Risotto pulls me into his lap for another kiss, but then moves me so my back is on the couch. He slowly kisses down my body before putting my legs over his shoulders and clutching my hips. I’m now almost folded in half, staring at him while he starts to eat me out. Where do my hands go? I have no idea, I just grab onto his wrist so I can feel him there because this doesn’t feel real. I mean... it wasn’t but that’s not the point!

I’m getting close, he can tell in the way my back arches and how my legs keep wanting to clamp around him. He gets me to the very edge of orgasm, then pulls away, climbing over top of me. Is he going to fuck me now? You ask. No, he’s a gentleman and he’s going to make sure I’m prepped enough to take him.

He lets me calm down, still kissing up and down my body, before easily slipping a finger into me, then two, three. You get the point. He makes a joke about fisting me. I told you I can take it! Still, he loves to tease, so he does the same thing. Fingers me until I’m about to cum and then pulls away, leaving me breathless.

Fine, he caves, lining himself up and slowly pushes in. I’m tight, but it’s not painful, more like a vacuum. He collects himself, only the tip is still in, then makes small, shallow thrusts gradually putting more in until he’s balls deep. He runs this thumb over my lips, lost for a moment. Then, his hand slips, falling onto my throat, choking me. At first, he’s worried, but then he hears my moan and feels the way I tighten around him. He uses his other hand to keep mine above my head.

Risotto starts gently, slow, not wanting to ruin this moment or make it too quick. God, he just touches every sweet spot in me, I am moaning like a whore at this point. He catches a glimpse of movement. There’s a mirror in front of him. He can see how hot his face is, how smooth his hips are moving. Oh, that’s good. He’ll use it later.

Much to my disappointment, he removes his hand from my throat and lets go of me, then lifts me up into his arms, so he’s fucking into me like I’m nothing. His face is buried in my neck while I scream out his name. I hold him close, unable to do anything but hope he’ll let me cum this time.

He pushes me up against the back of the couch to give his arms a break. A few more thrusts and I’m done. I gush over his length, shaking while I hold onto him. Beautiful, he thinks. He sets me down on my stomach, letting me catch my breath, he’ll deal with his problem, he’s used to it. I only take a few minutes before I look back at him, joking about how he didn’t have to stop. He looks a little perturbed, but then I wiggle my ass at him and he’s on me again.

This time, he’s pressed me against the arm of the couch so I can watch our faces in the mirror. He changes it up when he’s fucking me from behind. He grabs my hair for a bit while smacking my ass, chokes me again, but eventually settles on wrapping his arms around my top half with his face buried in my neck once again.

Between kisses I tell him he’s hit a sweet spot, which he then abuses, rolling his hips forward over and over again, hitting it with precision. I’m even more sensitive now, so it doesn’t take long for me to cum again. He pulls out, letting me go through it before pushing into me again. My walls flutter around him and he’s toast, thrusting himself to the hilt while he paints my insides white.

He looks at the mirror, panting. “If it looks so good, why don’t you take a picture. It’ll last longer.” I tease. He takes it literally, grabbing his phone and quickly snapping a few shots of him kissing me, then me kissing him. He leans back switching to video so he can watch the image of his cock slipping out of me, followed by drops of his cum over and over. He plays with my clit, making me jerk and clench which only make more drip out.

Then, he’s done with the video, sliding his head through my legs while ordering me to sit on him. He starts eating me out again, like a man deprived. I feel his phone against my leg. Without him noticing, I start taking my own pictures in the mirror and of him. Thank god he had the sound off. He doesn’t eat me out to orgasm this time, just cleans me up.

After everything, he cleans up our clothes and sits behind me, pulling a blanket over top of us. We should be going back by now, but neither of us want to. We cuddle up to each other, still reeling from the post coital bliss. That’s when he looks at his phone, swiping through the most recent pictures that I took.

And that’s about when I woke up.

#Risotto Nero #risotto nero jojo #risotto nero n/s/f/w #risotto nero not sfw #risotto nero n/sfw #dreaming with sinn

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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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Hawkins High would have this reunion thing like all the kids who went there at the time would come like after 5 or 10 years to meet each other. So, what if Steve and Billy had something going on during highschool, but then Billy just left without saying a word to California, leaving Steve behind. They would meet each other there and Billy’s like more muscular and has a short beard. It gets Steve all hot just by looking at Billy, so they end up having sex 👀 (+ some angst too pls)

There’s smut

Steve tucked his shirt into his jeans.

He stared at himself in the mirror, sighing as he untucked it again.

He had gone through his whole suitcase at this point, trying to find something somewhat okay to wear.

He huffed as he took off his shirt.

“Can you chill?” Robin was sitting on her bed on the hotel. He had begged her to come with him, even though she had no interest in going to the reunion. “It’s not like anyone that matters will be there.”

“Really? You’re not hoping to see,” he put on a dreamy breathy voice. “Tammy Thompson?”

She threw a pillow at him.

“Guarantee you Tammy Thompson is doing better things than going to the fucking Hawkins High School reunion.”

“Well, whatever those better things are, it certainly isn’t fucking country music.” She threw another pillow at him. He tugged on a new shirt.

This one was nicer, fit a little better. He nodded once.

“Are you finally ready? It’s been hours Steve. The reunion’s probably over.” Steve threw the pillows back at her.

They checked in at the front table, getting their name tags and proceeding into the gym.

Steve made a beeline for the bar, getting two shots to loosen himself up. He got himself and Robin some drinks, and mingled.

He and Tommy had reconnected a few years ago, met up for coffee when Tommy was in Chicago one day.

He clapped Steve on the back when they hugged.

“You look good, man.”

“Hey, you too. Where’s Carol tonight?”

“Oh, she’s all sick.” Steve stared at him. He grinned. “She’s knocked up! We’re having a fucking baby. Can you believe that?” Steve hugged him again. “So, when are you two gettin’ hitched?”

Steve looked at Robin, and they both burst out laughing.

“Oh, we are not together!” Tommy furrowed his brows.

“Haven’t you two lived together since fucking high school?”

“I mean, on and off, mostly. But we’re, uh, not compatible.”

They had each moved in with significant others through the years, but when everything got messy, they ended up right back together.

The evening ended up being, pretty alright.

Robin rolled her eyes when Steve said that, but she didn’t complain, so Steve called it a win.

They were out on the dance floor, tearing it up like it was still ‘85.

Steve was laughing with some asshole he used to be on the swim team with when his locked on the gym doors.

His mouth went fucking dry.

Billy Hargrove was standing there, looking cool as ever, and hot as all fuck in a tight henley.

His hair was short, and he had a fucking beard.

Steve turned around, ordering himself two more shots.

Last time he saw Billy he was tugging on his jeans, was kissing Steve on the forehead and was tiptoeing downstairs, boots in his hand.

He left the next day.

Steve did not want to deal with this right now.

It had taken him years to move on from Billy, taken him fucking years of crying into his pillow and letting beefy blond guys fuck him in dirty bar bathrooms.

Four STD scares and a lot of wine later,he was over Billy. Completely and totally over him.

And here he was, looking at Steve and biting his bottom lip, and Steve was totally not over him.

Billy swaggered up to him, leaning against the bar, his shirt pulling across him pecs.

He was fucking jacked. Definitely bigger than he had been in high school.

He tossed a leather jacket down, ordering a scotch for himself.

“Long time no see, Stevie.” Steve slammed both his shots.

“Yeah. ‘Bout ten years, Hargrove.” He pushed off the bar.

He was itching for a smoke. Had quit about four years ago, but something about Billy brought back all those cravings, all those memories of sitting in bed, sharing a Marlboro even though Steve hated them, their fingers brushing on each pass.

He pushed out of the gym, leaning against the brick wall outside.

He scoffed at the alleyway where Nancy shattered his already broken heart.

“Steve,” Billy’s voice was soft.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He refused to look at him.

“I just wanna talk.”

“Oh, so you finally learned how.” Billy huffed.

“I should’ve told you I was leaving.” Steve made a face at him.

“Oh, you should’ve?”

“Look, I’m sorry.”

“Great. Thanks.” He tapped his foot. “Jesus, you have a cigarette?” Billy rifled through his pockets.

And pulled out a pack of teal American Spirits.

“God. You’ve gone soft.” Billy shook his head, lighting two in his mouth, passing one to Steve. He had several piercings in each ear now.

“Trying to cut back.” Steve took the cigarette.

“I quit years ago.”

“Well, sorry to break your streak.”

“Something about you makes me need a fuckin’ cigarette.” He took a long drag. “You and smoking just go together in my brain I guess.”

“I was hittin’ it hard back then. Probably always just smelled like smoke.”

“I always liked the way you smelled.”

And maybe it was the shots Steve had knocked back, or the way Billy’s earrings glinting in the light, but Steve leaned in, taking a strong whiff of his collar.

“Still like it?” Billy was smirking at him.

“Liked it better with the Marbs.”

“Well, two packs a day was probably gonna make me keel over soon.” He smiled when Steve huffed a laugh. “So, how are you? What have you been up to?”

“Jesus, we really doin’ this?” Billy shrugged at him. “I’m good. I’m in Chicago now. I’m an E.R. nurse.” Billy smiled at him.

“Good for you.”

“What are you doing? Since we’re making weird small talk now.”

“Been here and there. Worked in garage for a while, waited tables. Stripped too. I’m an English teacher now, if you can believe it.”

“Oh, come on. You act like I don’t know you. I mean, fuck, how many times were you my own personal English teacher?” Billy looked down, ashing his cigarette.

“You’re actually why I decided to study it. I’m in a high school now.”

“Bet you’re the teacher everyone gets crushes on. Get love notes on your desk, and all that.” Billy laughed, rolling his eyes.

“Nah. I’m a little more tough lovin’ than that. Don’t take any shit.”

“You’re too soft for that. Don’t front.” Billy smiled, looking down at his feet.

“One a’ my kids has pretty bad dyslexia. Parents won’t do shit about it. Makes me think a’ you.”

“Shoulda seen me when I got to college. Diagnosed myself.”

“Nurse Harrington for the win, then.” Steve laughed, smoke pouring outta his mouth. He stubbed out his cigarette.

“Where are you living now?”

“Santa Monica.”

“Explains the tan.”

“C’mon, Baby. I’m always this golden.” He smirked, waggling his tongue at Steve.

And it was like being back in high school, with Billy teasing him on the basketball court.

And Steve didn’t think, just grabbed the lapels of his jacket, smashing their mouths together.

Billy leaned into it, holding Steve’s face between his palms, pushing him with his body against the wall.

His beard scratched against Steve’s skin, lit a fire in his gut.

“Where you stayin’ in town?”

“Shitty motel.”

“Take me.” Billy’s eyes were wide in the dark. He nodded vigorously.

Billy pulled him by the wrist to the parking lot, dragging him to his car.

The same car he had in high school.

The blue Camaro still smelled the same, and when Steve turned around, the backseat was still sporting that stain, a little white smudge of Billy’s cum that had dripped out of Steve.

He smiled to himself as Billy started the car.

He put one hand on Steve’s thigh as they roared through town, heading down the service road.

Billy pulled into the motel. Was back on Steve in a second.

Steve danced out of reach, slipping out of the car with a coy smile.

Billy shook his head as he unlocked the door.

He pushed Steve onto the bed, climbing on top of him.

They wasted no time, tearing at one another’s clothes.

Billy pulled off his shirt, and Steve stared, brushing his fingers over his chest piece, a deer with white roses tangled in it’s antlers.

“Pretty.” Billy smiled down at him as he traced it. It was black and white, hyper realistic.

Billy leaned over him, kissing at his neck, trailing down his collar bone.

“You think ahead? Condoms? Lube?” Billy looked up at him.

“Who do you think I am? Was fuckin’ praying you’d be at that thing.” He kissed down his body.

Steve worked one hand into his hair, holding on while Billy swallowed up his cock.

“Holy shit.” He tossed his head back, one of Billy’s hands coming up to hold his own.

It was so easy, falling back into their old ways.

Billy knew just how to play his body. He got him hard and leaking in a second, moved his tongue so well, sucking Steve down.

“So good at this. ‘d forgotten.” He hadn’t forgotten how good Billy made him feel, doesn’t think he ever could. Just tried to push that shit away until he didn’t spend all of his waking hours thinking about him.

Billy mouthed down his dick, moving to suck lightly on his balls, spreading Steve’s legs open, and licking over his hole.

He pushed his tongue inside of him, sucking on his rim.

His beard was rough against Steve;s inner thighs, but he kinda loved it. Didn’t even mind the lame little pornstache Billy had grown in the summer.

Steve squirmed.

He hadn’t been with anyone in a while, didn’t get a lot of time off from work to date and fuck.

“Billy, just fuck me.”

“Haven’t tasted your sweet little ass in years, Pretty Boy.“

“Yeah? And who’s fault is that.” Billy sat up, looking at Steve as sincerely as he could with spit down his chin.

“You know, I really am sorry about that.”

“Billy, let’s just, talk about this later, okay?” Billy chewed on his bottom lip. Steve pushed his head back down.

He didn’t want to think for a moment, didn’t want to think about benders and crying at Robin while he threw up tequila and rainbow pills.

He let Billy work him open with his tongue and two of his fingers, let him dig into his prostate and bring Steve right to the edge.

Billy pulled off him, digging in a suitcase for a stack of condoms, a few little packets of lube.

He crawled back on top of Steve, rolling on a condom.

Steve spread his legs, rubbing the side of his knee against Billy’s torso.

Billy lined up, and pushed inside.

They both moaned as he bottomed out, his hips pressing flush to Steve’s ass.

He pulled out, his cock heavy, stretching Steve wide.

He rolled his hips, propping himself up with both hands on either side of Steve’s head.

Steve wrapped his legs around his waist, so much thicker than he was in high school. He felt up Billy’s body, feeling hard muscle before wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

“Missed your pretty sounds.” He was back on Steve’s neck, sucking bruises into the skin. “No one has ever made me feel as fucking crazy as you.” And he began fucking into him faster, harder. “Can you still cum with nothin’ but a cock in your ass?”

“Yeah. Been a minute, but if you-” he cut himself off with a moan, back arching as Billy shifted, hitting that perfect little spot.

He was all breathy, his voice high in his throat, eyes wide.

Billy was smirking at him, had doubled down, started going harder, rougher.

“I’m gonna-” He didn’t finish his sentence before he was cumming, his whole body going tight.

It seemed like he was cumming for fuckin’ hours, eyes squeezing shut as he made a mess of himself.

Billy was painting when he floated back into his body, had spilled out into the condom.

He kissed Steve’s temple.

“Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Steve closed his eyes, pretended for a minute that Billy had never left.

“Why did you leave?”

Billy was quiet. Steve still had his eyes closed.

Billy warmth was gone, and Steve cracked one eye enough to see Billy’s retreating back. He went to the bathroom, and Steve could hear the faucett.

He came back, the condom disposed of, and a towel warm and wet for Steve.

He cleaned him up, just like he used to.

“My dad kicked me out. Didn’t have a whole lotta choice in the matter.”

They had been planning a summer together. Were planning on hanging out at the mall and going to the drive in, and being stupid dumb kids.

“You could’ve called.” or asked me to come with you.

“Figured it’d be best if we just went our separate ways. Clean break.” Steve went still.

He was up in a second, shoving his clothes back on.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Fuck you, Hargrove.” He didn’t look at Billy.

“Steve-”

“No. It was not a clean break. It was messy and shitty, and I was over you. It took me fucking years, but I did it.” He wiped at his eyes. “Can’t believe I was so stupid, let you back into my life. What the fuck was I thinking?”

He jammed his shoes on, marching to the door.

Billy hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed.

“Have a nice life, or whatever.”

He slammed the door behind him.

It took him seven minutes of walking, and eighteen minutes of sitting next to the road crying his eyes out before he shoved a few quarters into a payphone.

Robin was back at their hotel room. He knew she was mad at him for ditching her, but when she heard the tightness in his throat, she softened, agreeing to pick him up.

“I fucking hate myself.”

Steve had his head pressed against the window.

“Steve, it’s okay-”

“No, it’s not. It took me so long to move on, and now, now I’m right back at square one.”

“This isn’t square one. You’ve done this before, you can get through it again.”

“But at what cost? I should’ve told him to fuck off. Not given him the time of day.”

“You’d feel just as shitty if you had done that.”

And he knew she was right.

She was always right.

He settled lower into his seat, let her take him back to their hotel, to his neatly packed suitcase and plane tickets for the morning.

He tried pushing Billy out of his mind.

Already had plenty of practice.

And all he wanted was blue eyes and a cigarette.

#yikes writes #lemons #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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bakugous-bakahoe · 4 years ago

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It’s a bike not a truck (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

The image is not mine

Warning: A bit of a manga spoiler

Masterlist

Next up: Denki Kaminari x reader (Requested)

Summary: Bakugou and the reader go on a date but in the middle of the date the Bakusquad interrupt their date.

Bakugou POV

This date was going great (Y/N) is having fun, I was getting toys for her every chance get. I wanted to get a big ass stuffed animal but this fucking games are fucking rigged.But i did get her a bunch of little ones that she had to hold them all in a bag. Now we were walking around seeing all the roller coaster, games, food stand and a giant ferris wheel.

I could noticed that she was staring at the ferris wheel and the she started to talk to me.”Can we go on the ferris wheel?” she looked up at me while pointing at the machine. I looked up at the machine and started to say.

“How about we eat something before we go ride it.” I said to her

“Okay, what should we eat? There a lot of stands around here.” She asked has she grabbed my hand and intertwined her fingers with mines. When we got close the section of the food stand. (Y/N) looked around and pointed at one of the open tables. When we sat down and i started to say.

“Well, we got Pizza, tokoyaki, funnel cake and some other shit. What would you like to eat.”

“How about we share some tokoyaki with that spice sauce you like.” I raised my eyebrow.

“Okay, be right back” I went to the shop that was selling the type of food and ordered the plate with a couple of drink. Wile i waited i looked around my surrounding. There a lot of people tonight good thing i bought the tickets in advanced if not i think they would have been sold out. The worker called my order and i picked it up the tray and started to walk back to the table.

The second that i could start to see the table i saw yellow, red, pink, purple and (H/C). God damn it, no, not now, not here. Why are you idiots here. I got closer and i could hear laughter, I walked further and (Y/N) saw me and pointed to to her side. When she pointed at her side everyone turned around and saw me. I place the tray on the table and sat next top her.

“Baku-bro! What are you doing here?” Said Kirishima all excited.

“It’s non of you business.”

“There an even greater question at hand. What are you guys doing here together?” Mina questioned has she looked at me while on the other side of (Y/N).

“It’s obvious they are on a date” Kaminari said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“WHAT!” Yelled Mina, Kirishima and Sero. While Shinsuo was just stoic face.

“Baku-babe, you finally grown some ball.” Said Raccoon eyes while sticking her tongue out at me.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU BITCH!”

“Katsuki, calm do--”

“Finally going to get your dick wet, and not be so god damned mad all the time.” Knock off pikachu interrupted. I could give a shit right now because what he said made me even madder.

“Deki!” Sero yelled.

“Sero can you tape his mouth?” Shinsuo asked and he just gave him a thumbs up and proceeded to take some tape of his elbow.

“Wait no.” Sinsuo grabbed him and Sero taped his mouth.

“(Y/N), why didn’t you tell anything to us girls?” Mina said has she wrapped her hands around her arm.

“I’m sorry, Mina. We were trying to keep it a secret until we were sure.” she confess to her best friend. “But anyway, Katsuki let’s eat the food going to get cold”

“W sat back down and decided to eat out meal. After we ate out food Mina decided to take (Y/N) to play skee-ball. While the guys decided to pull me away to go play bumper karts. I was even more pissed this date was turning out to be horrible. Why in the hell did this idiots have to interrupted. So, i took out my anger out my smacking into Denki.

“C’mon, bro. Why are you so made?” Kirishima yelled at me while he bumped into Sero.

“Yeah this amusement park is cool as hell.” Pikachu yelled has he bumped me and i got even madder and bumped into Shinsuo.

“SHUT UP.”

“His just mad because Mina stole his girl.” Shinsuo said and before i could say anything a bell went off alerting us that our time was up.We got off the karts and went on our way, i went faster then the rest of them.

“Bakugou don’t leave us.” Sero yelled, I just kept walking further away from them until I spotted the girls and went their way. When I got closer to them the saw me and stopped. The girls had bags of candy and when Mina spotted the other boys she took tiny bags full of hard candy, gummies, lollipops and other types candies.

They took their bags and start to open it and eat their candy. When i looked back at (Y/N) was eating cotton candy, she looked up at me and moved her hand forward has asking me if i wanted any.n. I shake my head no and i could see that her other hand was full with bags. She moved her hand forward and i said no agan, That is when she swallowed the piece of candy that she had in her mouth and started to say.

“Babe, i’m asking you to hold it i want to give you something.

“Oh.” I grabbed the base of the sugar treat and she starts to search in one her bags, She took out a orange plastic bah with decorating on it. The bag was filled with candy just like the other but she was about to give to me she said.

“I bought this candies just for you the shop owner told me that this are spicy and i got them for you.” She said with a smile on her face and placed the bag on myu other hand.

“Thank you.” I took one of the gummy candies and ate one. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer, I could also feel eyes on us. This was getting embarrassing, just leave, I turned around and started to yell.

“WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT!” I grabbed (Y/N) ans stated walking way from them. I could start to hear them yell at us.

“Bakugo is finally a man. He’s finally a man.”Kirishima said with tears coming out of his eyes.

“Keep it PG, Bakugo.” Yelled Mina has she waved at (Y/N), has she waved back.

“He’s definitely going to become a man now.” Said Kaminari.

“Kaminari do me a favor.” Shinsuo asked him,

“Yea-” The second that Kaminari responded his eyes were frosted over meaning that he was under Shinsuos control.

“Now Kaminari, punch your self in the face.” When he said that Kaminari punch himself square in the nose.

“Really, Kaminari. Are you a dumb-ass.” Sero said, then he took his tape and wrapped it around Kaminari who at this point was bleeding from his nose. We just kept walking away from them.

We were far away from them, so i stopped and grabbed (Y/N) hands correctly and intertwined my fingers with her. I looked down at her and she was looking at me with a smile that very much like. We kept walking and we were around a lot of rides but i was interested in one in a particular ride that was at the end of all the booths.

“Bakugou, where are we exactly going?” She asked me with curiosity all over her face.

“Just wait until we get there.” I said with my normal tone voice. That is were we saw it the ferris wheel. Luckily the line was empty, so that was great.

“We’re going to the wheel!” She said all exited, looking up at me.

“Yeah, i told you we would go once we finish eating.” I said without looking at her, because i know that if i looked at her i was going to blush even harder then I already am.

Once we got to the front of the line the worker asked for out ticket and i gave them. When the workers small door for the ride and (Y/N). Before I got in I asked one of the workers if he could stop the ride at the very top. Once i got in she sat on the opposite side of the cart. She started looking at her surroundings.

This is the only time i could sit down with out getting made fun off. How the hell did i get so fucking lucky. She is sweet, caring, nice and very soft spoken. So, how the fuck did get to be with someone so fucking nice. I still don’t understand.

“I’m sorry.” For the first time in my damn life. God i feel fucking weird, (Y/N) was even more surprised. Because she had her eyes widened .

“What do you mean you’re sorry.” She raised her voice.She stood up and sat next to me."

“This most be the worst date you've ever been to. I wanted this to be something special but it’s not” I was looking down at my hands. She grabbed the side of my face and turned my head to face her. I was now looking at (E/C) orbs.

“Katsuki, just because our friends found out that we are dating it doesn’t mean that it was a bad date.” (Y/N) said while pleasing her other hand on the other side of my face.

“Are you sure? Because that walking charger doesn’t know when to shut his damn trap.” I said angrily.

“Katsuki, if we take what Kmainari says to heart, we might as well be idiots like him.” She said while laughing. I smirked. The ride stopped signaling us that we’re at the top, we look out the window and we could see the whole park. Her eyes were shining from all the light of the park.

“You might be right” I turned her face to face me. We were close enough that we could feel each other breath. I got a bit closer and kissed her. The kiss didn’t last that long.

“Have I ever mentioned that your kisses are great?” She said

“Ha, Of course they are great.” I said with a bit of a smirk.

“You say that has if you ever had a girlfriend.”

“OI!” She just laughed

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jensengirl83 · 5 years ago

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Game Night

Dean x reader

Word count-1798

Warnings-language, fluff, sexual thoughts

Summary- It is game night in the bunker. Everything is going as usual but Sam and Charlie has something planned.

A/N- I wrote this because I felt bad for ripping people’s hearts out with my last fic lol This one is a lot happier.

It is Tuesday night again, and that only means one thing, GAME NIGHT! It had become a tradition in the bunker when there were no hunts of course. I had suggested Tuesdays to make that day fun again considering the fiasco that was the Mystery Spot years back. I had said it as a joke, but it stuck, and here we are. Popcorn, chocolate, black licorice, per Dean’s request, him being the only one to eat that abomination they try to call candy, and alcohol naturally. Our group is scattered around the library table, laughter and half-hearted threats from the losers filling the air. Dean, Sam, Charlie, Cas, and I in a heated game of Texas hold’em. Cas is more watching us play and complaining our snacks taste like molecules. What can I say? It’s Cas.

“Pocket Aces bitches!” Charlie throwing her cards face up on the table. The groan heard from across the table letting me know the boys have lost again. Charlie reaches for the pot, a smug look on her face.

“Not so fast! I haven’t shown my cards yet.” They all stop to look over at me. Sam and Dean not that worried, they had already lost, but Charlie could still be beat.

“An Ace in the flop gave me three of a kind Y/n. Just accept your defeat.” Charlie and that smug little face. I’d punch her if I did not love her so much.

“Yeah it did Charlie, but the three of diamonds and pair of fours go nicely with the pair of threes I’m holding. Full house!” The groan from her and the yell from the boys bringing Cas back to us from whatever little adventure he was on his mind.

“I don’t understand this game. How does a full house win? Do people not usually complain about their house being full?” My win fully forgotten, as we are all doubled over in side-splitting laughter.

“I love you feathers!” Charlie squeaks out during our fit of giggles. Even Sam and Dean have tears in their eyes, the alcohol helping everyone’s moods no doubt.

“Ok..Ok…Time to play something else. I’m tired of getting my ass handed to me by girls.” Dean tries to act like he is mad, but I know him too well.

“What would you suggest we play Winchester?” I look to Dean wondering what he will come up with. I love these laid-back nights. They do not happen often enough in our chaotic hunter life. I see the smirk and I know what Dean is going to say.

“How about strip poker?” I knew it!

“Noooooo!” The quick rejection of his suggestion coming from the three of us.

“Fine, what do you have in mind then sweetheart?” That nickname melting me like butter. I have had a crush on Dean for a year now. I have tried the usual flirting, accidentally dropping something in front of him to pick it up, short pajama shorts while laying on my stomach on the couch. Short of just grabbing him by the junk and dragging him to me, you name it I’ve tried it. Everyone had noticed except the one it was intended for. To be such a smart man, he really is dumb!

“Truth or dare!” Charlie screams out scaring me out of my daydream of the eldest Winchester. Sam looks like he could care less, Dean on the other hand, lights up like a kid on Christmas.

“Yes! Charlie you’re a genius!” Dean is so excited I am surprised he isn’t bouncing in his seat.

“Duh! I thought we established that already?” There’s the sarcasm I love. Charlie and I have been best friends since we met her trying to take out Dick Roman.

“Pipe down pipsqueak. All I ever see when you girls get together is sass and ass!” Me and Charlie burst out in laughter. Sam looks horrified.

“Dean!” Poor Sam is too sweet for his own good.

“It’s fine Sam and I’ve never heard you complaining about before big guy.” Here goes the shameless flirting again.

“You never will darling.” The wink he shoots my direction makes me want to scream, in the best of ways. Dean has taken up to flirting back for months, but that is it, never going any farther. Nights like this makes it even more frustrating. The whiskey in my veins making it a lot harder to keep myself from walking over and straddling those thick delicious thighs. I feel a foot kicking me under the table, looking up to see Charlie giving the look. The one we have perfected to let me know I am shamelessly staring at Dean again. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to keep the groan from passing my lips. Dean is leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. His muscles bulging out of his thin white T-shirt. This man is going to be the death of me.

“If we are going to play then let’s get on with it.” Thank you, Sam!

“I’ll go get more beer!” I am out of my chair halfway to the kitchen before I finish my sentence. I need a break from the sex on legs that is Dean for a minute. I grab onto the counter to gather my thoughts.

“Grow some balls Y/l/n!” Why am I talking to myself? No man has ever flustered me like he can.

“That would be really awkward if you did Y/n.” I jump out of my skin, turning to see Sam standing in the doorway.

“You scared the shit out of me Groot!” I try to swallow my heart back down to my chest where it belongs.

“This is getting old Y/n.” No one can roll their eyes better than Sam Winchester.

“Oh, quit bitching. That nickname isn’t going anywhere.”

“I’m not just talking about the nickname, which does get on my nerves, but I’m talking about you and Dean eye fucking each other all the time. Just go tell him you like him Y/n” My jaw is in the floor. Sam usually is not that blunt.

“First off, language Sam. Second, not happening. He is a habitual flirt. His intentions are not the same as mine.” My arms are crossed over my chest, letting him know I am over this conversation.

“Whatever. Let’s go then.” Sam grabs a few beers heading back to the library. I’m glad he remembered. I would have looked like an idiot going back in there empty handed. I put back on my poker face and follow him. Charlie just smiles at me, a sneaky look on her face as we enter the room. What the hell is she up to?

“Alright, who is going first.” Dean asks eager to get the game started. Everyone just sits there looking at each other waiting to see who will volunteer. Looks like I am going to have to start this.

“Sam, truth or dare?” I know what he is going to pick. He has never really been a fan of this game.

“Truth.”

“What are you doing when you disappear to your room for hours?” The blush already creeping up his face has me laughing. He is so easy to fluster.

“Damnit Y/n. I read a lot ok? I uhhh..do other things too. Alright that’s my answer! Charlie, truth or dare?”

“Wait Sam. You didn’t tell us what these other things are you were speaking about.” Leave it to Cas to make the situation even funnier. The laughter roaring from me, Dean, and Charlie making Sam blush even more.

“Never mind that Cas! Charlie what will it be?”

“Truth.” She says as the laughter is still rolling from us. I look over to see Dean. His cheeks flushed from the alcohol and all the laughing we have done. Was his chair that close when I sat down?

“Earth to Y/n!” Charlie is waving her hand in my face trying to get my attention. I hadn’t heard a word of what she had said.

“What Charlie?” I say a little annoyed. Not at her, but the fact I had spaced out thinking of Dean again. He is going to think I am a complete moron if I keep this up.

“I asked you and Dean truth or dare. A double question or a double dare you might say.” Here it goes that sneaky little shit. I am definitely not picking truth.

“Dare. What about you Winchester?” Dean shrugs his shoulders leaning up to place his arms on his knees.

“Whatever you want sweetheart. Let’s do it.”

“Great! I dare you both finally admit you like each other!” How did I not see that coming? I am sure we both ridiculous, jaws wide open, eyes as big as saucers. We are staring at each other like we both have grown a second head.

“Get on with it already!” The voice coming from behind us. I turn to see Sam and Charlie going for the kitchen.

“You are not leaving this room until you do it! We are tired of hearing it from the both of you.” Charlie interjects before they disappear around the corner. Well here goes nothing, no turning back now. Dean is chewing on his bottom lip running his hand over the back of his neck, looking up at me through those long lashes.

“They got us huh?” Dean voice going high pitched for a second.

“I guess they did. Look Dean, I am just going to say it. I like you if you couldn’t tell by the dramatic gestures I have been doing.”

“You mean like bending to pick stuff up in front of me, the short shorts? Nah, I never noticed.” We both laugh. The tension in the room melting away.

“So, you did notice? Why didn’t you say anything?” He smiles shyly, looking down at his hands, picking at the invisible lint on his pajamas.

“I wasn’t sure if you were doing it on purpose or I was wishful thinking. I didn’t want to look like an ass if you weren’t doing it for my benefit.” He has his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for me to answer. I reach to pull his lip with my thumb releasing it, sliding my hand behind his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss. We break apart, both panting to catch our breath.

“Is that clear enough for you Dean?” He laughs, leaning his forehead to mine.

“Crystal sweetheart.” He places a few soft pecks to my lips before stopping to look at me seriously.

“Question. Now that this is happening, are you going to stop wearing those shorts? That would be a tragedy.” I slap his chest, leaning back to cross my legs, giving him a nice look.

“I’m sure we can arrange something.”

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years ago

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Desperation, Baby! (coda to 15x19 “Inherit the Earth”, Dean & Lucifer, Dean/Cas, 2.3k, T)

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Death took her sweet time parsing through Chuck's book, meaning Lucifer spent longer than he'd like surrounded by his former vessel, his brother, his son, and a man whose obvious longing made him want to vomit. Instead of returning with his prize, Chuck welcoming him back, he must waste his valuable time playing 'nice; with those he can't stand.

Not that it matters. They don't trust him, each member of this ragtag group of survivors watching Lucifer in shifts. Never leaving him alone.

It's Dean's turn now, and he's driving Lucifer up a wall by doing nothing at all save for broadcasting a never-ending supply of feeling. Can he cut the signal without showing his hand, or put Dean's heart to good use?

It’s pathetic, truly. Lucifer huffs, deflating, sinking further into his seat. Weighed down by obscene amounts of longing that poured freely off Dean like a broken hydrant. Funneled into his awareness because its usual drain was cordoned forever. It flooded these now silent angelic air waves, Lucifer growing more annoyed with each, excruciating second. Until, finally, “Holy hell, can you please quit it?”

Dean startles from where he stood, jaw tensing. Mouth flattening in a thin line as he glares, “What?”

“Quit. It. Quitit!” He hisses, leaning forward. Stretches his arms across the table, reaching for Dean. Fingers twitching, Lucifer imagines Dean’s neck between them. “Seriously, you’re giving me a migraine with all your feelings.”

“Good.” Dean surprises Lucifer with his response. No attempted denial, nor misdirection. His gaze unflinchingly pierced through Lucifer’s vessel, pride bolstering its blow. Lucifer cannot detect any shame that usually clings to his soul, none of that smell lingering. He’s grown since they’ve last seen each other. Stunning character development. “Deserve it, after that dick move you pulled earlier.”

“You still upset about that?” Scoffing, Lucifer rises. Meanders across the room towards Dean, gaze never straying. Easy since it’s only them. “I thought my gift would have more than made up for that.” He grins, rocking on his heels. A breadth of space separates them now. “How else was I supposed to get in, anyway?” he continues, “Not like if I called as myself you’d’ve rolled out the welcome mat.”

“But… Cas?” Lucifer savors the taste of his brother’s name, drenched in sadness. Ripped from Dean’s heart in a barely controlled sob.

“Nasty habit,” he giggles, “Though the results speak for themselves. I mean – you know how easy it was smooth-talking little Sammy when I looked like his ol’ flame, Jess?” Dean doesn’t laugh, snarled lip suffocating Lucifer’s airy mirth. “You’re no fun.”

“Sorry,” Dean growls, “why don’t you try later when the world’s not ending.”

“It’s always ending. In one way or another.” Lucifer waves his hand and a chair drags itself over. He straddles it, gazing up at Dean. “If we waited for peace to enjoy life, there’d be no time. Better to… say what’s in your heart, even if it kills you.” He frowns, mockingly, “Or in Castiel’s case… did kill him.”

Dean slams his fist against the wall. “You have no right –“

“Timeout there,” Lucifer smirks, eyes glowing red. Reflection of Dean’s entire face, blood rapidly swelling his cheeks. “Don’t want to do anything you’ll regret…” He holds Dean there, frozen, waits until the other man seems calm. Dips his head, tries catching Dean’s gaze. “If I let you go, will you behave?” Dean remains silent, yet Lucifer hears him. Tunes into his frequency, actively sifting through his frenzied emotions. “Seriously,” he lets Dean go, hunter falling on his ass, “how are we supposed to work as a team if you’re not willing to cooperate?”

“This… isn’t a team,” Dean spits, “you’re working… with the Empty.”

“And the Empty’s trying to take Chuck out!” he argues, “So, enemy of my enemy is my friend or all that nonsense –“

“Go to hell.”

“I wish I could, but I’m kinda on a short leash.” Bored with Dean’s resistance, Lucifer threads his next few words with seriousness. “Listen, once Betty’s done with the book I’ll flit on out of here and one, two, three – humanity is saved from dear, ol’ dad! We can make this all painless if you’d just trust me, or we can keep doing what we’re doing. I, personally, am tired of this bullshit. Rather be napping back in the Empty, but no…”

“You should be.”

“Beg pardon?”

Dean bares his teeth, roiling hatred knocking Lucifer back a few inches. “You should still be sleeping, back there,” he says, “if anyone were supposed to come back, it’d be Cas. Not… you…”

“Ah, Castiel, yes…” Lucifer sighs, “that would make sense, wouldn’t it? Of course, he lacks my raw power and charm, but… yes, you’d trust anything that he said.” Hand on his throat, he affects his vocal cords. Mimicking the other angel’s gravelly tone again, “Dean, please go along with Lucifer’s wishes and help him –“

“Enough!” Dean kicks at a chair leg, interrupting Lucifer. Tears threaten to pour, dangling from his lashes like morning dew. “If you really wanna play nice, you’d stop doing that.”

“This is nice, buddy.” Lucifer pokes at Dean’s leg with the toe of his boot. “Why don’t you grow some thick skin, huh? Where’s the real Dean Winchester? That tough guy with endless bravado instead of this sad, sorry piece of shit that’s pining after some dead guy?”

Dean turns, Adam’s apple bobbing. “That isn’t me. I… he never was.” An intimate confession whispered into ancient brickwork. Meaningful for a different crowd. Except Lucifer shows little care, sarcastic clapping shattering Dean’s moment.

“Wow, Dean… really fantastic. Amazing!” He climbs off the chair, crouching closer. Tongue dragged over his lips, smile wide. “Your verbose diction astounds me… did you whip that together after my brother got dragged into super hell? Are you still workshopping it – okay if I give you a few notes?” Lucifer pinches Dean’s cheek, poking this rabid grizzly. “At least you’ve got that face. Clearly Cas didn’t fall for your emotional maturity, your observational prowess or timing…”

He weakly bats Lucifer off him, “You don’t know anything…”

“I think I know quite a lot,” Lucifer challenges him, “Between the both of us, only I managed to slip inside my tight-ass little brother. Probably why I knew all his little… perversions, although it was clear as day how he felt about you to everyone – well… almost everyone.” His hand settles on Dean’s chest, atop his heart. “Do you know amazing it was, when I slipped my blade through him? You were a buffet that night… fear, relief, hope… despair. I could’ve ended him in that other dimension, but I waited until he crossed back. Knew how much more painful it’d be.”

“Monster,” Dean says, “Fucking psychopath.”

“The old me, maybe.” Lucifer teleports, sitting on a nearby table. Legs absentmindedly pedaling, stirring confusion within Dean. “But I’ve been reborn on the right side, Dean. Nobler. I’ve got purpose.”

“You’ve got a load of shit,” he accuses, standing on shaky legs, “that you’re trying to sell me. Us.”

“Come on!” Lucifer groans, hands flying skyward, “Isn’t this supposed to be your eleventh hour? How can you be so stubborn? Here I come, with a Hail Mary, and you’re turning your nose up at me like some snob. Like you have better options waiting. All because you won’t work with the Empty –“

“It’s not just that,” Dean corrects him, “I also don’t want to work with you.”

He crosses his arms, pouting. “You’re gonna have to suck that up. So the Empty wouldn’t send your boytoy, do you blame them? For a broken, little thing he sure is popular. Who’s to say Cas’d come back once this all wraps up? At least the Empty trusts me.”

“I guess something has to.”

“You can, too, if you want.” Lucifer casts his reel wide, waiting. Eyebrows waggling like baited worms. “It’d be a hell lot easier than what you’re doing now. Come on…” he needles, “why is it so hard to believe in miracles?”

“Please…” Dean says, hiding his face behind his knees. Arms circled around his legs, curled into a ball. “Stop talking.”

He relents for the time being. Proud of what cracks in Dean’s armor he made. When Chuck sent him, he asked Lucifer to ruffle a few feathers. Mess with their heads, ensure this ragtag group of losers would stay down. Accept their fate, end this miserable experiment called humanity in sadness. “Don’t provoke them too much, though,” Chuck warned, fists curled along his jacket’s lapels, “Betrayals only work when the other side doesn’t expect them. Plot’s stretched thin as it is, bringing you back doesn’t really make sense –“

“I love you too, dad.”

“That’s why you need to lay it on thick,” he said, “steer them away from why, keep the action moving.”

Lucifer stared down at his father, frowning. “Anything else you need?”

“No,” Chuck clapped Lucifer’s shoulder, nodding. “Just be yourself.”

Except none of them wanted him. Especially Dean. He wanted… Castiel.

It’s a little off-script, but Lucifer bets Chuck will enjoy what he plans. Even if it’ll involve his least favorite character. Lucifer hops off the table, grace burning across his body. Razing this vessel’s form, stealing its characteristics and distinguishability. A tall mound of clay left that he molds into a new body. Darker hair, sturdier frame, and bluer eyes. “Dean,” he says, swallowing his laughter. “Dean…” He tries again, sounding exactly like him.

Like Castiel.

Dean tenses, “Cas?” Barely audible, Lucifer strained to hear his prayer. That hope, sweetness quickly bittering as Dean digests the scene. “No…” he sighs, mumbling into his legs. “Lucifer, thought I told you to quit it.”

“Lucifer is gone, Dean,” he lies, kneeling. “I’m here… please, Dean, look at me.” Lucifer grabs at Dean’s head, thankful the other man lets him. Green finds masked-blue, their ‘reunion’ drawing a pained breath.

“What?” Dean asks, a single tear slipping free. Trails along his cheek until it falls off his chin. “How – how is this happening?”

“Because of you, Dean.” Lucifer’s hands shift, a thumb smearing that tearstain while he runs fingers through Dean’s hair. “You refused Lucifer’s help, even though what he said was true. The Empty saw and decided, if we were to truly end Chuck, the risk of sending me will be worth it.” Expression darkening, Lucifer leans into dramatics. Lips quivering as he recites his next line, “Though not without conditions, Dean – I… you know I can’t stay, right?”

“You will,” he says, “Cas – we will… if this book really can end Chuck, and we take him out, what can the Empty do –“

“Take you,” Lucifer cuts him off. “Take you… Sam, and Jack. I step even an inch out of line and we all get sucked into their being, with no hope of actually defeating my father.” He nearly breaks character, watching how the light in Dean’s eyes flickered before being snuffed. Lucifer regains composure, growling his next words. “You understand this, then? What it means?”

Dean nods, snaking his hands across Lucifer’s wrists. “Means we don’t have long,” he barks, squeezing tight. “I have to set it right, right now.”

“Dean –“

“No, Cas,” Dean talks over him, guiding Lucifer’s hands off where they rested. Silences the disguised archangel by chaining him, making Lucifer a helpless victim. Awe real as he waits for Dean, cowed by longing powerful than his earlier annoyance. “I… I need to get through this because – well, the last time you didn’t let me get a word in edgewise and I, there was a lot left unsaid that I don’t want to stay that way. If we can’t have a future, then at least… at least we have here.” He laughs, choking on it. More tears dance their way down.

“When you told me you loved me, I couldn’t believe it,” Dean confesses, “and then, when you told me why I – I was… I believed that less. I mean, you… you’ve listened to your heart more than I have. Even if a few of those times it was wrong, everything you did was for love. Knowing you was – that was my happiness. Having you, in whatever way you’d let me. Because there you were, this shining beacon, and for some reason you kept on letting me bask in your glow. I felt I… I didn’t deserve it. That I didn’t deserve you.”

Dean brings Lucifer’s knuckles to his lips, pressing a light kiss along a patch of skin. The gesture disgusts him. “And you were right about how – I thought of myself so… so poorly, it kept me from saying and – and doing things I wish I’d done sooner. All my life I thought there were things I couldn’t have, rules I had to live by, and I never questioned them until you saved me from hell. Literal and figurative. Because of you, I wanted to be a better person. I wanted to be good. But I never believed I could. Then you tell me you loved me… because I was good. I already was the kind of person I thought seemed impossible. I couldn’t believe it. What’s stranger… I didn’t have to believe it, to know it’s true.” Dean smiles at him, Lucifer mirroring his gesture though it pained him. “I’m the person I always wished I could be, and even when you’re gone I’ll still be that person. I’ll miss you, Cas. Always. I’ll miss you, and I’ll love you. I’ll love you always.”

It happens before Lucifer realizes. Distracted, nauseated by Dean’s powerful emotions, he missed how a hand snuck its way towards his neck. Pinched there, startling him. In that second, Dean forces Lucifer into an embrace. Lips crashing together, Lucifer stays frozen while Dean attacks his mouth. Mewling, whimpering.

Disgusting.

He pulls the curtains back, reverting to his previous form. Delights in how Dean senses the change, peeking with one eye as Castiel’s face vanishes. The other man violently hurls himself to the side, gaping at him. “Why Dean,” Lucifer grins, awkwardness heavy in his tone, “if I had known that’s how you felt about me…”

Dean sobs, wiping at his lips. “How… what the –“

“You really thought I was Cas, didn’t you?” Laughing, Lucifer towers over him. “I figured you’d catch on but… I underestimated you. And for that I’m sorry.” He devours these new emotions radiating from Dean, eagerly lapping them up. “I’m also sorry that you’ve convinced you deserve a happy ending,” he twists the knife further. Dean flinches, turning. Fleeing. Lucifer shouts at his retreating figure. “That’s not your story, Dean! Don’t ask for more, be happy with what you have!”

Then, as he waits for his next babysitter, Lucifer’s eyes glow red. “Because soon enough… you won’t even have that.”

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Imagine:

Erik hears his girl roommate having some good sex and he gets jealous because he wants her.

PRT TWO

He shot her a quick text on his way home in an Uber to keep the apartment door unlocked so he could get in with ease since he was drunk from partying all damn night. She didn’t respond but she read his text and Erik hates when her ass does that. Entering his gated apartment complex, Erik drags his sneaker clad feet, rubbing his heavy eyes. What the fuck were in those shots this time around?

Finally in the building, Erik calls his roommates cell, hoping she would at least have the decency to answer it. It rang and rang and rang and Erik wanted to slam it against the elevator doors from how pissed he was with her. She was a headache. Finally on the fifth floor, Erik exits, his apartment door just ahead of him. Blinking, he juggles the door knob, surprised to see that it was indeed opened.

“This bitch,” he drags his sluggish body inside, slamming the door closed. The familiar warmth of his apartment wrapped around him like a blanket. Back against the door, he smiles with low eyes, lazily kicking off his sneakers and pulling up the bottom of his shirt to toss that too. He would usually hate leaving clothes and shoes at the door but fuck that he was tired and drunk. Naked from the waist up, Erik walks to the kitchen, noticing a water bottle sitting out on the counter top for him. At least she thought about how drunk he would be coming home. The water was finished in less than a minute and one wasn’t enough to wash away all that Hennessy.

Erik grabs himself two more bottles to take with him to bed. Checking the clock over the stove it was 4:00 am. He had to be up in about 8 hours to finish his coding project for the internship he had through school. With that weighing heavy on his mind, he ignored the first round of moans that came from his roommates bedroom. Erik didn’t take notice until he was fully undressed and under his covers. The sweet melodic sound came out again, her voice so vivid in his room as if she moaned into an intercom. Laying on his belly, his head lifted to make out the sound again, like a magnetic force it grabbed hold of his dick and balls. Erik groans, tossing his body over onto his back now.

Staring up at the pitch black ceiling, the sounds of her sex had his eyes focusing on the door.

Ooh, yes...give it to me...

The bed was pretty sturdy so he couldn’t hear the bouncing of springs or the banging of a head board. What he could hear however was the sound of cheeks clapping back against who ever had the pleasure of beating that pussy up. A menacing look clouded Erik’s handsome face. He thought he would be able to persuade her tonight in sleeping with him since she was notorious for turning him on heavy.

“I hope this roommate situation doesn’t become a problem.”

Erik thought she was referring to keeping the place clean and respecting each others privacy but he didn’t expect her to be so...overly sexual and open. Walking around the apartment in crop tops and thongs, boxes of sex toys being delivered to the door and her opening them in the living room instead of the privacy of her own room. Showering with the door open knowing the shower door was full glass and he could see each and every curve she possessed. While Erik at first took it as her trying to seduce him, it’s actually just how she is. She’s comfortable enough to do those things and Erik wasn’t used to a woman being that way around him unless she was fucking him.

Y/N wasn’t fucking him. She didn’t even hint to wanting to fuck him. Now, Erik was sitting on the edge of his bed, taking in the sounds of her skin slapping against some other niggas skin. He wasn’t even saying shit. How could you fuck a bad bitch like Y/N and not even say anything? She was doing all the talking. Nasty little thing saying all the words Erik wished she would say to him.

You like the way I throw this phat ass on you?

Fuck my tight pussy, Daddy

You wanna cum? I can feel that fat dick pumping

Beat this pussy up, harder...louder....

“Isn’t your roommate home?”

Finally he speaks. He sounded so timid with the thought of Erik being home.

“So? You knew what you were getting into when you said you wanted some pussy. You still want this pussy, yeah?”

She sounded so fucking sexy. Erik closed his eyes as he listened to their conversation. There was no need in him ignoring them or denying he heard anything, all three of them knew he could hear.

“That’s it...that’s it...see? I knew-I knew you wanted this pussy...ohmigoddddd...

She could make a grown man cry with the way she talked. Erik tried to imagine how she looked taking some dick. He was blessed, most women saying he was too much to take and fit in their tight pussies but Y/N...the way she was handling it made him think she could bounce on this dick and take it like a grown woman, none of that little girl shit. She looked like the type to act like a little girl though, act all innocent and shy but deep down she was a certified dick pleaser who performed like a super freak for the biggest of dicks. Erik heard plenty of her conversations with her girls about the men she slept with. A slut, yes, but it didn’t turn Erik off. It made him want to see what she was about.

Once again, she never peruses Erik. They have small talk about school and work and whatever else besides sex that’s going on in their lives. If only she could show him what she was about at least once...

You see what you’re making this tight pussy do! I’m creaming all over you!!!!

Ffff-fuckkkkkk!!!!!

The clapping of her ass grew louder and louder, dudes grunts even harsher and animalistic as he pounded away in that juicy pussy. If only Erik could strain his ears further to make out the way her pussy sounded like being fucked. Did it sound like running water splashing? Was she a squirter? Did she grip the dick tighter when she was cumming? How did that arch look in her back?

He could feel his heavy dick pressing firm against his boxers. Her moans seemed to increase pitch by pitch and Erik had to clench his fists to stop himself from pumping his dick.

“Prepare yourself,” Erik whispers. He was tired of Y/N fine ass driving him crazy. When that nigga leaves he was gonna have a few words for her disrespectful ass. If she was gonna fuck in their home it was gonna be him not some other nigga.

“Damn, Y/N, I ain’t never see you cum like that. Fuck, you had me in here ready to risk it all for this good pussy.”

I think it’s time for that nigga to bounce, Erik thought to himself.

“I gotta leave?”

He sounded so disappointed. Yes, take your punk ass home. Letting Y/N lay all that good puss on you and you can’t even take it. Erik laid back in his bed, scrolling through Instagram to kill his erection but the sound of her giggling and sweet talk had him pausing to catch every word. Looks like he’s staying it seems. Erik was beyond heated. Throwing the covers back, Erik leaves, making sure to close his door extra hard. It was petty but then again she didn’t give a fuck that he was there.

“Chill out, you already licked my pussy clean..”

“Damn, my nigga really feeling himself.” Erik chuckles, settling on the living room couch and turning on some stupid shit, some late night cartoons. While Hey Arnold played in the background, Y/N’s bedroom door finally opens, the man of the hour stepping out with ruffled jeans and a rinkled black hoodie. Laces undone, he almost trips over his own feet walking down the hall and towards Erik’s direction. It took a lot of self control for Erik to focus on the 90s cartoon instead of the nigga who was fucking Y/N.

“Wassup, bro.”

Erik ignores the hello, eyes unblinking on the screen.

“Aye, my fault, man, I ain’t mean to keep you up like that. Y/N said it was cool.”

He just kept on talking, digging a deeper hole for himself. He must really want his face smashed in like a concrete bolder fell on his ass.

“Chill, leave Erik alone. He doesn’t like being disturbed while watching his cartoons.”

Her teasing voice is what made him turn around. She was playing entirely too much. Standing in the kitchen with a coffee mug in her hand, lavender silk robe open and showing him all those curves. The thong color tonight was black with pink lace and the sheer tank top showed him her dark areolas and large hard nipples. She sipped from her mug, eyes still on Erik as her late night booty call finally leaves, closing the door softly.

The staring contest continues, her big brown eyes trapping him. It was as if an unspoken knowledge of what he was feeling at the moment caught her attention.

“How was your night?” She asks, her honeyed tone sparking something deep within him.

“Like all other nights,” he raked his eyes from her white colored toes to the multicolored box braids she had in her hair.

“So why keep going to the club if it’s so tired?”

“To have something to do I guess...”

Y/N finishes her tea, placing the mug on the counter. She didn’t come anywhere near Erik, but she did make sure he saw every inch of her body through that open robe.

“...tell me if I’m becoming a pain to live with...you’ll tell me, right?”

“You’re not a pain...just hard headed that’s all.”

“What?” She smiled.

“You’re just mad disrespectful that’s all. I can handle living with you. It’s just you need a firm hand.”

The sparkle in her eyes made Erik’s chest grow tight. It was as if she wanted him to say that to her.

“I like discipline.”

Watching her in that moment, made all of Erik’s thoughts and feelings towards her shower her. She took in a slight breath, the sound music to his ears. Erik was ready to spread her wide and dig into her deep.

“Oh yeah? How you like to be punished?”

Y/N sauntered over to him, standing between his open legs. The glow from the TV screen created a halo around her. She looked at his lap, her hands patting her thighs.

“I like to be spanked.”

“You are a fucking slut.”

Erik turned off the TV.

“You are a slutty little thing. Didn’t you just get fucked in that good puss? Now you want to be spanked? Fuck, girl.”

“I told you, I like to be punished. Punish me for fucking while you were home. Show me...”

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