#with his shirt slipping off and everything

[buckyalpine]

I LOVE what you wrote for the other ideas!!

This is kind of a dialogue prompt

Reader says something like, "do you know how many times I've imagined you fucking me on this desk?"

Maybe she's sitting on Bucky's lap while she works on a mission report or something for the team. Since Bucky hasn't seen reader in a bit, he is being needy and handsy trying to distract her. (Cue cockwarming?)

Eventually, reader slams the laptop shut and puts it away before she says that line. Bucky just like

Sweeps EVERYTHING off desk

(I'm so sorry for the long ask) much love❤️❤️

Not me answering this 2 years later but I'm weaaaak for the lip bite and this idea, immediate yes (and by immediate I mean I know I took forever, I'm so sorry, also I love you)

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"I missed you so much baby" Bucky purred in your ear, hoisting you up by your hips to wrap your legs around his waist as soon as you stepped off the jet. You'd been gone for over a month in those 4 weeks, Bucky had been nothing but a pouty puppy, waiting for you to come back. None of the missions he went on were enough of a distraction, all he wanted was his perfect angel back in his arms and he finally had you.

"Missed you too, bub" You giggled at his scruffy beard tickling your neck as he nuzzled into your skin, carrying you off for some much needed cuddles. "I already showered and changed but I just have to finish my mission report and then I'm all yours"

You pecked the frown that made its way to his face, your thumb brushing over the crease between his brows.

"But I haven't seen you in so long" Bucky mumbled, reluctantly detouring away from your shared bedroom, taking you to the conference room instead.

"I promise I'll be quick-Bucky what are you-" You squeaked as you felt his cool arm effortlessly wrap around your waist, lifting you up so he could sit in the chair instead, plopping you onto his lap.

"I'll be patient" Bucky gave you an innocent shrug, not willing to wait for you to finish so he could spend time with you. You giggled at his clinginess, opening your laptop and pulling up the file you had to fill out; of course his patience lasts all of 10 seconds before his hands slowly slip under your shirt.

"Bucky, what are you doing"

"Nooothin'" he ignored the pointed look you gave him over your shoulder while he started to needily paw at your hips, slowly making his way up to your waist, caressing your skin. "Just feelin' you"

"I can see that" you shook your head, returning to your report, trying desperately to recall various details while your boyfriends hands continued to wander around. You could barely type out a sentence, squeaking when his cool metal fingers brushed near the top of your breast, tracing along the outline of your bra.

"Bucky"

"Y/n"

"You're distracting me"

"No, You're distracting me" He countered with another shrug, adjusting his hips, the movement causing you to shift right onto his-

"Bucky!"

"What" He gave you an innocent pout as if his thick erection wasn't about to pop out of his jeans.

"Your not so little friend there is about to stab my ass" You snoted, ignoring the way his hard length pressed against you made your stomach flip.

"Help him out then" Bucky smirked with a raise of his brow, "C'mon, it'll help me keep my hands to myself if he gets some attention"

"Bucky-

"Please baby, I promise I'll behave, just let me put it in you, I won't move, no more distractions, scouts honor"

"You're a little shit" You rolled your eyes, biting back a smirk as you got up to pull down your sweats while Bucky unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out. He groaned as he swiped his thick cockhead through your folds, your slick already making a mess between your thighs.

"Looks like I wasn't the only distracted on, huh" He whispered against the shell of your head as he pressed inside, the both of you gasping at the feeling of him stretching you. He was careful to lower you slowly, inching his way until you were perfectly seated on his lap and entirely full of him. "Mpph, fuck you feel good baby, keep me nice and warm, that's it" He nipped on your earlobe while you took a moment to recompose, your tight walls fluttering against his shaft.

"I-have to finish this-" Your voice melted off into a moan, how were you going to get anything done, it had been so long since you'd felt your boyfriends fat cock absolutely rail you, making you cum and squirt till you nearly passed out, his length fucking your brains out until he was ready to fill you, his moans and grunts all just for you while his cock exploded with thick streams of cum that would drip out-

"You won't get anything done if you keep grinding on me princess" Bucky's strained, teasing voice broke you from your train of thought, not even realizing you'd been pushing your hips further back on him, trying to feel more. "You sure you gotta finish this right now?"

"Y-yes" You tried to fill out the next section, your eyes rolling back instead when Bucky adjusted himself, pushing himself till his tip kissed your cervix.

"You sure baby, I can make you feel really good"

"I-

"It's been so long angel, I need you, fuck, need you so bad" The neediness of his voice only set you off further, a gush of your arousal pooling out of you, getting the patch of curls at the base of his cock messy. It certainly wasn't missed by Bucky, his hands holding onto your hips so he could gently thrust his hips up just enough for you to feel the slightest movement. "Please baby, m'so hard, balls are fuckin' full, swear my cock's ready to burst there's so much cum for you-

All it took was you shutting your laptop for Bucky to swipe his arm and clear the table of its contents, bending you over the table while he was still deep inside you.

"Fuck, I needed this!" He growled, grabbing you hips and setting a brutal pace without warning, his head thrown back, the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixing with your moans.

"OH-FUCK-J-AMIE" You squealed feeling Bucky angle his hips to hit a spot that made a mess everywhere, your juices dripping onto his jeans, the material turning darker making him fuck you harder.

"That's it baby, make a mess on me, make a mess on my cock, give me what I've been missing so fuckin' bad"

You were nothing more than a babbling mess letting Bucky take what he needed, your legs nearly buckling from pleasure.

"Wanna see you" He pulled out and handled you with ease as he picked you up and placed you onto the table, throwing your pants off and tossing your legs over his shoulders. He didn't waste any time as he slipped in again, the both of you moaning and he started to move again, your tummy bulging each time he fucked into you. "Missed you so much angel, fuck you have no idea"

"Missed you-t-too" You hiccuped from a mixture of emotion and your building orgasm, a mix of everything making your vision blur with white spots and tears. "Missed you so much, Bucky"

"Cum for me angel, I want it, wanna feel my angel cum on my cock, please-" Bucky's pace stuttered as his cock squirted precum, his balls growing heavy, struggling to hold on, "m'gonna cum, can't hold it baby, give it to me"

"I-I-OH FUCK" You let out a silent scream as Bucky slipped his hand between your bodies, his thumb pressed onto your clit rubbing gentle circles. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his own ready to shoot from the base of his cock, the tip already dribbling-

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl, so pretty when you cum for me baby, fuck me I won't last, shit-I-FUCKK" The first burst of cum flooded and painted your walls, his cock throbbing so hard it nearly sent you into a second climax, "Hng, it's so much, mmph"

Bucky clung onto you with his face buried into your neck, shuddering as his body shook from the waves of his orgasm. He held onto you, keeping you wrapped up as he sat back on the chair, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you"

"I love you too but I need to finish" You sleepily mumbled while Bucky shook his head, carrying you off for some much needed proper cuddles.

"You can finish later after we get some dinner in you and two more orgasms and a nice long shower, maybe a massage and THEN you can-"

"You filthy animals" Tony's voice cut through Bucky's list as he stood at the conference door with an amused smirk on his face.

"Oh my god" You kept your face buried in Bucky's neck, the oversized shirt you were wearing covering up what was going on but there was no mistaking what happened with Bucky's jeans around his ankles.

"Couldn't wait 10 minutes, huh"

"Would you?" Bucky didn't even bother arguing back, raising his brow with a smug smile.

"Can't argue with that" Tony nodded with approval, walking off while Bucky cackled without an ounce of shame.

"You little shit" You stayed pressed against his neck, while Bucky carried you off to your shared bedroom, plopping you onto the bed.

"Now about those two orgasms-"

[m-3-rcil-3-ss]

Arcane sleep headcannons

vi, jinx, caitlyn,jayce, victor, mel, sevika

vi- She sleeps like a rock. Dead weight, periodt. definitely not a morning person, reallyyy grumpy she defo sleeps really weridly on top of you tho, like full on starfish, head inside your shirt, toes locked with yours. she starts off just head on your stomach comfy, then it just gets worse. she drools and snores, NOT a pretty sleeper. loves skin on skin contact tho :((

jinx- holy shit this girl cannot sit still, never mind sleep, she's constantly moving, kicking poking punching, all off it, she falls off the bed, sleeps upside down and everything. you wake up and shes wrapped round your head. Sleepwalker. I said it. she'd definitely need to be close to you while falling asleep, preferably holding your hand, and god forbid you move that hand. shes up

caitlyn- im feeling little spoon energy, pretends to hate it, loves it really, i feel like she mumbles alot in her sleep and drools abit, will deny it forever tho. likes too tangle your legs together, you wake up with a mouth full of hair tho

jayce- fucking pathetic man, little spoon, his head inside your boobs, in your thighs, anything that makes him feel small, he loves it. baby him!! he snores soo loud. i feel like hes also a deadweight but a really light sleeper. hes just pathetic, im sure you can tell my opinion on him

viktor- hes a pretty sleeper, we know it, i feel like hes not big on physical touch, maybe back to back, i would be scared too lay on him incase he breaks, as a heavier girl, im too scared to even think about it. Quiet breaths, hardly ever in bed tho, too busy in the lab

mel- another pretty sleeper, just effortlessly gorgeous, has a matching silk slip, eye mask and bonnet. loves nuzzling her face in your neck, both of you on your sides cuddled up together

sevika- mmm big lady!!!! shes so LARGE, sleep ontop of her, next to her, on her head, trust she can take it. she has to have a cigarette and be holding you before she can fall asleep, physically cannot settle if your not touching her. i feel like she loves holding you ontop of her, she loves how small you feel against her. shes always like slightly awake weridly, like never fully gone, not fully awake. scowls even in her sleep,

[patrixjia]

Spiderman Han Jisung

Plot Overview:

After filming an episode of SKZ Code where they had to wear costumes, Jisung comes home still dressed in his tight Spiderman suit—minus the mask, plus a cocky smirk. He knows about your little Spidey fantasy, and he’s more than happy to make it a reality.

Warnings: NSFW/18+ 🔞 | dom!Jisung | Spiderman kink | dirty talk | unprotected sex | rough sex | spanking | choking (light) | teasing/brat taming | Jisung being a filthy, cocky menace

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The air feels heavy with anticipation the moment you hear the front door creak open. You’ve been waiting for this, waiting for him, and he knows it. You’ve been texting Jisung all day, but he’s been leaving you hanging on purpose, letting the tension simmer. His last message was a simple tease:

You’re gonna want to keep the door unlocked. I’m bringing your favorite hero to you.

Of course, you didn’t think he’d actually do it. Not in a million years. But here you are, sitting on the couch, phone still in hand, heart pounding as the sound of his footsteps gets closer.

When the door swings open, you almost forget how to breathe.

There he stands. Jisung. But not your usual boyfriend. No, tonight he’s Spider-Man. Well… your version of Spider-Man.

The suit isn’t the usual full-on getup. It’s the tight, form-fitting Spider-Man shirt he wore during SKZ CODE—his choice for the costume challenge. It’s red and blue, just like the one you’d imagine, but it’s so tight, so impossibly tight, that every curve of his muscles is on display. His chest, his arms—everything looks sharper, more defined. The shirt hugs his biceps and his abs, making you ache in places you didn’t know you could ache. His jeans? Dark, distressed, and just the right amount of ripped. They cling to his thighs like a second skin, and you can’t help but notice how perfect he looks.

His hair’s a little messy, tousled like he’s been running around. But damn, it only makes him hotter.

You bite back a gasp and raise an eyebrow as he leans against the doorframe, that signature smirk playing on his lips. The kind of smirk that tells you exactly how much control he’s got.

“Like what you see?” His voice is low, dripping with cockiness. He knows he’s making your heart race.

You don’t even try to hide your reaction. “You’re fucking hot,” you say, the words slipping out before you can think twice.

His smile widens, and you can see the pride in his eyes. “Glad you think so, babe.” He steps forward, slowly, deliberately, closing the space between you two. Every inch of his body is on display, and you can feel your pulse quicken with every step he takes. “Tell me, Y/N… you like the costume? Or is it just me you’re after?”

You meet him halfway, walking right up to him, your body almost vibrating with the desire you can’t quite hide. Your eyes scan him from head to toe, and you let out a breath, letting him see how much he’s affecting you. “It’s you, Jisung,” you say, your voice barely a whisper. “You’re the only thing I can think about right now.”

His gaze darkens as he closes the gap between you. “Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” he murmurs, his lips dangerously close to yours. He can feel the tension radiating off you, and he doesn’t waste a second. His fingers brush along your neck, his touch light but electric, sending a shiver down your spine.

You exhale, biting your lip as your hands trail down his chest, fingertips grazing the tight fabric. “I think you know what I want, baby,” you murmur, voice thick with desire. “You’ve got me fucking pinned already. What do you think I’m gonna do?”

His smirk deepens, almost like he’s daring you to take it further. “I think you should show me,” he says, his hand sliding to your waist, pulling you in closer until your body is pressed against his. He can feel the heat radiating off you, and it makes him want you even more. “But I don’t mind waiting.”

You roll your eyes and give him a playful shove, though you’re not exactly pulling away. “You’re so cocky,” you tease, but there’s no hiding the heat in your voice. “You really think I’m just gonna drop to my knees for you?”

His eyes gleam with a challenge, and before you can even react, his hand is cupping your chin, tilting your face up so you can’t look away. “Maybe not drop to your knees,” he growls, his voice dark and dangerous, “but I want to feel you beg in your own way.”

The space between you closes again, and this time, when he kisses you, there’s nothing playful about it. His lips are urgent, hungry, as if he’s been waiting for this moment. His tongue presses against yours, and your body reacts instinctively, hands moving to his chest, tugging him closer, pulling him into you with a desperate need.

You can feel the heat between your legs building, your body aching for him, and you can’t hold back anymore. You break away from the kiss, your chest rising and falling with the rush of adrenaline.

“Take me, Jisung,” you whisper, voice low, dripping with need. “Now.”

He looks at you with that cocky grin, but there’s a fire in his eyes. “You’re not getting off that easy, baby.” His voice is rough, his breath ragged, and it sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. “You want me that bad? I’ll give it to you… but you’re gonna have to earn it first.”

You don’t need to think about it. You grab his shirt, pulling him closer, your lips crashing against his again. You’re not waiting anymore. You need him. Right now.

The kiss deepens, and you can feel his hands roaming down your back, grasping at your waist. Every touch sends a spark through you, and you can’t get enough. The heat between you two intensifies, and it’s no longer about playing games. It’s about taking what you both want, unapologetically, without restraint.

Jisung’s hands are all over you, gripping your waist, your hips, sliding up your back as he presses you flush against him. The heat between you is intoxicating, the way his body feels under your fingertips—solid, strong, familiar yet still enough to make your head spin.

“You have no fucking idea how bad I need you right now,” he mutters against your lips, his voice rough, breathless. “Spent the whole day thinking about you… about taking this off you piece by piece.”

His fingers find the hem of your shirt, tugging it up, but he doesn’t move too fast. No, he likes to tease, and you know it. He lets his knuckles graze your skin, watching the way your breath hitches, a smirk curling on his lips.

You roll your eyes, pushing at his chest, but you don’t really mean it. “Then stop talking and do something about it.”

That does something to him. His grip tightens, and in one smooth motion, he yanks your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought. His eyes drop to your body, lingering, darkening.

“Fuck,” he breathes, tilting his head as he drags a thumb over your exposed collarbone. “You always look this good for me, baby?”

You bite your lip, letting him look, letting him ache for it. “Only for you,” you murmur.

That earns you a low groan. His hands are on you again, slipping around your back, fingers moving with practiced ease as he unhooks your bra, letting it slide down your arms before he catches it and tosses it away.

The second you’re bare, his lips are on your neck, hot and open-mouthed, working their way down with slow, deliberate kisses. He takes his time, like he’s savoring the way you shudder under his touch, the way your fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly.

“You know,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the top of your chest before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. “I could do this all night. Just touching you. Tasting you.”

You huff a breathless laugh, hands moving down to the hem of his Spiderman shirt—the tight one that clings to his body in all the right places, stretched across his muscles. You slide your fingers underneath, feeling the warmth of his skin, the definition of his abs.

“Take this off,” you demand, voice hushed, heavy with need.

Jisung smirks. “You that desperate to see me, baby?”

You tug at the fabric in response, and he laughs, but it’s cut short when you lean in, letting your lips skim his jaw, your voice dropping to a whisper.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day too,” you admit, feeling the way his breath catches. “About how fucking hot you are in this. But I need to see all of you.”

That does it. In one smooth motion, he pulls the Spiderman shirt over his head, tossing it aside, leaving his upper body bare, his toned muscles on full display. He watches your reaction, the way your lips part slightly, the way your fingers immediately reach out to trace the hard lines of his torso.

“Like what you see?” he taunts, voice low.

You hum in approval, dragging your nails lightly over his skin, watching the way his abs tense under your touch. “Yeah,” you breathe. “You’ve been working out, huh?”

Jisung grins, cocky. “Had to get stronger, baby. You’re a lot to handle.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head, but you don’t deny it. Instead, you let your hands drift lower, trailing over the waistband of his jeans. He shivers slightly at your touch, his breath faltering for just a second.

“You gonna take these off, or do I have to do everything myself?” you tease, glancing up at him with a smirk.

His expression darkens instantly, and before you can react, he’s gripping your hips, flipping the two of you so that you’re underneath him, pinned against the couch. His knee presses between your legs, just enough to make you gasp.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours, teasing. “You love when I take control, don’t you?”

You swallow hard, your fingers digging into his biceps. “I love it when you stop talking and get these fucking jeans off.”

Jisung grins, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to pop the button of his jeans. He does it slowly, deliberately, letting you watch the way his fingers move, the way he drags the zipper down with an infuriating smirk.

But before he pushes them off, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, gripping the denim tight.

“These first,” he says, voice thick with authority.

You raise an eyebrow. “Make me.”

His lips twitch, eyes flashing with something dangerous, something wicked.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in, his breath warm against your ear. “I don’t think you want me to make you.”

And then, before you can snap back, his hands are on your jeans, yanking them down with one swift motion, leaving you bare beneath him in nothing but your panties. The way his eyes darken at the sight sends a shiver straight down your spine.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he breathes, dragging his fingers lightly up your thigh. “Been waiting for me all day, huh?”

You exhale sharply, your body already burning with anticipation. “Maybe.”

Jisung clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he runs a hand over your thigh, squeezing just enough to make you squirm. “Lying to me already?” he muses, his fingers ghosting over the heat between your legs. “I can feel how bad you need me.”

You bite back a moan, tilting your chin up defiantly. “Then do something about it.”

That’s all the invitation he needs.

His hands move again, his own jeans finally being shoved down, leaving nothing but skin between you. His body is flush against yours, hot, solid, his breath mingling with yours as he leans in, his lips barely an inch from yours.

“Hope you’re ready, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a husky promise. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re begging me for more.”

And the way he’s looking at you? You believe every fucking word.

Jisung’s fingers ghost over your bare skin, teasing, exploring, making you shudder with anticipation. His lips trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he grins against you.

“You’re already shaking for me, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his teeth lightly along your jaw before pulling back to look at you. “So fucking needy.”

You bite your lip, your fingers gripping his biceps. “Then stop teasing and fuck me already.”

His smirk deepens, full of amusement and something darker. “Oh, you think you get to tell me what to do?” His voice drops lower, rough with dominance. “That’s cute.”

Before you can snap back, his hand moves—fingers trailing between your legs, sliding against your already-wet heat. You gasp, your back arching off the couch as your body reacts instantly.

“Shit,” Jisung groans, his breath hitching as he feels how wet you are. “You’re soaking, baby.” He leans in, his lips barely grazing yours. “Been waiting for me all day, huh? Getting all worked up thinking about how I’d fuck you?”

You swallow hard, your hips instinctively rocking into his touch. “Maybe.”

Jisung chuckles, low and dangerous. “Still lying to me?” His fingers slide lower, pressing just enough to make you moan. “You’re dripping for me, baby. You can’t hide how much you want it.”

Your breath stutters as he moves, his fingers slipping inside you with ease, curling just right, stretching you just enough to make your whole body tremble.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders. “Jisung—”

“Yeah, baby?” His voice is mocking, playful, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches you struggle to stay composed. He pushes in deeper, moving at an agonizing pace. “You need something?”

You glare at him, your body aching for more, for him. “I need you to stop playing games and give me your cock already.”

Jisung groans at your words, his hand tightening on your thigh. “Fuck,” he mutters. “You love talking like that, don’t you?”

You smirk, your body still moving against his touch. “You love it when I do.”

He exhales sharply, his control snapping just enough for him to act. His fingers leave you, and you barely have a second to process the loss before he’s gripping your thighs, pulling you closer.

His cock presses against you, hot and hard, and fuck, he’s big—the sight alone enough to make your stomach tighten with anticipation.

Jisung watches your reaction, his smirk returning. “You gonna take all of me, baby?” His fingers trail down your thigh, squeezing. “Or do I need to stretch you out more first?”

Your breath catches, heat pooling in your core at his words. “I can take it,” you whisper.

Jisung groans, his head dropping for a second as he grips himself, lining up against your entrance, dragging the tip along your slick heat just to tease you further.

You whine, your hips lifting instinctively. “Jisung—”

He grips your hips, pinning you down. “Say it.” His voice is dark, commanding. “Say you need me.”

You narrow your eyes at him, pushing back just enough to challenge him. “You know I do.”

Jisung lets out a low chuckle, amused. “Brat.”

And then he pushes in, slowly, stretching you open, making you gasp as he fills you inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his hands gripping your thighs, his muscles flexing under your touch. “You feel so fucking tight.”

Your head tilts back, pleasure flooding through you as he sinks in deeper, pushing himself fully inside you.

Jisung lets out a shaky breath, his jaw clenched as he looks down at where your bodies are connected. “Look at you,” he mutters, running a hand up your stomach, fingers grazing your chest before wrapping lightly around your throat. “Taking me so fucking well.”

Your breath hitches, your hands finding his waist, nails digging in as your body adjusts around him. “Move,” you whisper.

Jisung groans, closing his eyes for a second like he’s trying to compose himself. But when he opens them again, his gaze is wild, dark, full of need.

“Anything for you, baby.”

And then he starts to move.

Jisung starts slow, dragging his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, filling you in one deep stroke that knocks the air from your lungs. Your fingers grip his arms, nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t slow down—he just smirks, watching you struggle to keep up.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, his voice rough, strained with pleasure. “Take it like a good fucking girl.”

You moan at his words, at the way his hands tighten on your hips, holding you in place so you have no choice but to feel everything—the way he stretches you, the way his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

“Jisung—” Your voice is already breathless, your body burning with how good he feels.

He leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he thrusts into you again, harder this time. “Say my name like that again,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking against your earlobe before he nips at it. “I love hearing you like this.”

You bite your lip, your hands running down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he moves. He’s holding back—barely. You can feel it in the way his hips twitch, the way his breathing gets uneven, the way his grip tightens like he’s restraining himself from losing control completely.

You meet his thrusts, pushing your hips up to match his pace, and the movement pulls a deep, guttural groan from his chest.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, his forehead pressing against yours for a second before he pulls back, his hand sliding between your bodies, fingers finding your clit.

You gasp, your body arching off the couch as he starts rubbing slow, precise circles. “Shit—”

Jisung grins, his eyes burning into yours. “That feel good?” His tone is taunting, but there’s hunger beneath it, something raw and unfiltered. “You like when I fuck you like this? When I play with you like this?”

Your breath stutters, pleasure tightening in your core as his pace increases, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, sharper.

“You love this, don’t you?” His voice is pure sin, dark and dripping with lust. “You love being fucked like this. Letting me do whatever I want to you.”

You can’t even think straight anymore. He’s everywhere—all over you, inside you, surrounding you, drowning you in sensation.

“Tell me, baby.” His hand moves faster between your legs, making you gasp, your nails raking down his back. “Who’s fucking you this good?”

You barely manage a breath. “You.”

Jisung growls, his hips snapping into you harder. “Say it again.”

You whimper, the pleasure almost unbearable. “You, Jisung—fuck, it’s you.”

He groans, his head tilting back as he watches you unravel beneath him, his rhythm never faltering. “That’s right, baby.” His voice is hoarse, wrecked. “And I’m not stopping until you scream for me.”

And with the way he’s fucking you? You know you won’t last much longer.

Jisung’s pace is brutal now—deep, relentless thrusts that leave you gasping, your body arching into him as he works you open, his fingers still tight on your clit. He’s watching you like he lives for this, like there’s nothing better in the world than seeing you fall apart under him.

“Look at you,” he groans, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip as he takes you in. “So fucking wrecked for me.”

You can barely form words, your hands gripping his arms, nails leaving angry red streaks down his biceps. His body is burning under your touch, muscles flexing as he pounds into you, chasing his own high while making sure you feel everything.

And then, suddenly, he pulls out.

You let out a breathless whine, your body desperate for the fullness he just ripped away. “Jisung—”

But he’s already moving, hands gripping your thighs, flipping you over before you can protest. His strength is effortless, controlled. He wants you like this.

“On your knees, baby,” he commands, his voice rough, dangerous. “I want you just like this.”

You barely have time to react before his hands are on you again—one gripping your hip, the other sliding up your spine, pressing you down until your chest meets the couch. You feel his cock pressing against you, thick and heavy, teasing you with slow drags against your slick heat.

You let out a frustrated sound, rocking back against him, trying to push him inside again. “Jisung, I swear to—”

A sharp slap lands on your ass, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight through your core.

“Oh, baby,” he chuckles darkly. “You really don’t have any patience, do you?”

You turn your head, glaring at him over your shoulder. “And you talk too fucking much.”

Jisung groans, his fingers tightening on your hips. “God, I love that fucking mouth of yours,” he mutters. “But you know I gotta put you in your place for that, right?”

And then he slams into you.

You choke out a moan, your arms barely keeping you up as he fills you again in one sharp thrust. The new angle has you seeing stars—he’s deeper, hitting places that have your whole body trembling beneath him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his hands running up your back before gripping your waist, holding you steady as he starts to move. “You feel so fucking good like this. So tight—so wet for me.”

The sound of skin against skin fills the room, filthy and perfect. Every thrust has you gasping, every roll of his hips making you crave more, more, more.

Jisung leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “This what you needed?” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Needed me to fuck you like this?”

You can only moan in response, your body completely giving into the way he’s taking you.

Jisung groans, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat—not squeezing, just holding you there, making you feel owned.

“I could keep you like this all fucking night,” he mutters, his voice pure sin. “Bent over, dripping for me, letting me ruin you however I want.”

You whimper, pushing back against him, your whole body burning for him.

Jisung chuckles breathlessly, his lips skimming your shoulder. “So desperate,” he taunts, his pace still ruthless. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasp, not even trying to deny it.

Jisung groans, his grip tightening. “Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his movements turning erratic. “I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard for me.”

Jisung’s grip on your waist is bruising now, his pace relentless—like he’s lost in it, in you, in the way your body reacts to every sharp thrust. His breath is hot against your ear, his groans ragged, desperate, wrecked.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, his voice thick with need. “You feel so fucking good—gripping me so tight, like you never wanna let me go.”

You’re barely holding yourself up anymore, your arms trembling beneath you, body burning from the way he’s pounding into you. Every thrust knocks the air from your lungs, every roll of his hips sends pleasure crashing through you like a tidal wave.

Jisung loves it—loves seeing you like this, completely at his mercy, taking everything he gives you.

“Shit,” he groans, his fingers sliding between your legs again, finding your clit with ruthless precision. “You’re dripping, baby. Making such a fucking mess on me.”

You cry out as he circles your clit, his movements sharp, focused—he knows your body, knows exactly how to push you to the edge and keep you there.

Your body tenses, your breath coming in broken gasps. “Jisung—fuck, I—”

He grins, feeling you tighten around him. “That’s it, baby,” he mutters, voice dark, teasing. “You gonna cum for me?”

You nod—barely coherent, too far gone to care how desperate you sound. “Yes—fuck, yes, don’t stop—”

Jisung groans, his rhythm stuttering for just a second. “God, I love hearing you beg for it,” he breathes. His grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts turning erratic, harder, deeper. “Give it to me, baby. Cum for me—I wanna feel you.”

The pressure in your core snaps.

Pleasure crashes through you, so intense your vision blurs, your whole body trembling as your orgasm hits you like a shockwave. You scream his name, nails digging into the couch as wave after wave rolls through you, your walls pulsing hard around his cock.

Jisung loses it.

“Fuck—fuck, fuck—” His grip tightens as he buries himself deep, his own release slamming into him. He growls, his body tensing as he spills inside you, hips jerking with the force of his climax. His breath comes in heavy, ragged pants, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as he rides out his high.

For a long moment, neither of you move—both of you still trembling, bodies slick with sweat, lungs fighting for air.

Jisung groans as he finally collapses onto the couch beside you, chest still rising and falling in uneven breaths. His skin is warm, slick with sweat, and the smug little grin on his face is downright insufferable.

You roll onto your side, still catching your breath, propping yourself up just enough to look at him. His Spiderman top is still clinging to his torso, stretched tight across his chest and arms—his hair a complete mess, damp with sweat.

And he looks fucking wrecked.

“Damn,” you murmur, reaching out to trace your fingers over his stomach. “Imagine if Stay knew that behind all the cute quokka shit, you’re actually a filthy, cocky, slutty little dom.”

Jisung grins. Smirks. His eyes flicker to you, dark and lazy, a slow, satisfied chuckle spilling from his lips.

“Oh, baby,” he hums, dragging his fingers down your thigh. “Some things are only reserved for you.”

You scoff, but your stomach flips at the way he says it, at the way his voice dips lower, deeper.

“You better not be out here calling other girls baby,” you mutter, narrowing your eyes at him.

Jisung grins, leaning in to nuzzle against your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. “Nah,” he murmurs, kissing along your jaw. “I save all my best shit for you.”

You hum, pretending to consider it. “Including that dirty mouth of yours?”

He laughs—soft, genuine, warm. “Especially that.”

His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his lips finding yours in a slow, lazy kiss. It’s a stark contrast to how he was taking you minutes ago—filthy and relentless—now he’s just savoring you, soaking in the aftermath, letting the warmth settle between you.

You sigh against him, letting your fingers tangle in his hair. “I can’t believe you fucked me in a Spiderman suit,” you mumble, lips curling into a smile.

Jisung pulls back just enough to grin at you. “And you loved it.”

You roll your eyes, flicking his forehead. “Shut up.”

He laughs, grabbing your hand before you can move away, pressing soft kisses against your knuckles. His touch is still teasing, still playful, but there’s something softer beneath it now—something intimate.

Jisung watches you for a moment, eyes lidded, voice dropping just above a whisper.

“You know,” he murmurs, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip. “I’d wear this stupid costume a hundred more times if it meant making you feel that good again.”

Your heart stumbles at that—because he means it, even through the teasing, even through the smug grin.

You smirk, shifting just enough to hover over him, your hands pressing against his chest. “I might take you up on that.”

Jisung grins, eyes darkening again, hands already sliding down your waist.

“Baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with something dangerous.

“Don’t tempt me.”

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wrapped in ya’ d.w. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

dean winchester x fem! reader

summary; after a hunt, you slip into dean’s flannel, but when he sees you in it, the heat between you two ignites, and it quickly turns into something much more tempting.

warnings; mdni! smut, explicit content, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, steamy chemistry, oral sex, (both receiving) unprotected fun, fingering, heavy praise kink, use of pet names, light breeding kink (👀), dirty talk, safe word check-in, long ass descriptions, porn with some plot? pre-established relationship, flannel fueled chaos, too much heat— someone call the fire department.

notes; hiya lovelies!! okay so.. this one gets spicy real fast. gawd i feel so shy about posting smut bahaha. but i tried my best. i need some tips (pun intended) though! i adore reading ur comments guys, seriously. thank you so much for the support! <3

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The night had been long, the hunt brutal, but now, back in the bunker, the weight of exhaustion had settled into your bones. But there was one thing that made everything a little better — Dean’s flannel, slung over the back of the couch. You didn’t think twice before pulling it on, the soft fabric engulfing you, his scent instantly wrapping around you.

You had a second of peace, just standing there, breathing him in, when you heard the unmistakable sound of Dean’s boots behind you. You turned slowly to see him standing in the doorway, eyes dark, smirk curling on his lips.

“Really?” His voice was thick with amusement, but there was a layer of something else beneath it, something hungry. “Stealing my clothes now, huh?”

You shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest, the oversized flannel making you feel like you were drowning in it— but it felt damn good. “It’s comfy,” you said, teasing him, but the heat in your gaze was unmistakable.

Dean’s eyes scanned you slowly, taking in every inch of the way the flannel hung off your body. He stepped forward, the air between you crackling with tension. “Comfy?” he repeated, voice dripping with sarcasm, but his eyes were anything but joking. “You look fucking irresistible in it.”

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rush through your veins at his words. You could feel the tension building between you, that magnetic pull you couldn’t fight.

“You gonna keep stealing my shirts now, sweetheart?” Dean said, his voice rough, low, sending shivers down your spine as his hand reached out to trail down your arm. “Or do I get to make you forget about it?”

You swallowed hard, looking up at him. “Maybe I like it. Maybe I like you seeing me in your clothes.”

Dean smirked, and before you could blink, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you in so close that you could feel the heat of his body against yours. His lips were on yours before you could even react, hard and demanding. His hands slid under the flannel, grazing your skin, his fingers burning a trail up your sides.

You gasped into the kiss when his hands slid lower, cupping you through the fabric of your jeans, the heat between you two growing unbearable. His mouth moved to your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses as his hands began to work the buttons of your jeans.

“Dean,” you moaned softly, your hands pulling at his shirt, desperate for more contact, for more of him.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he muttered against your skin, his breath ragged. “You want me to fuck you right here, in my clothes?”

You felt your body tremble at the thought. His words, the way he was looking at you like he couldn’t wait to strip everything away, made you ache.

“Please,” you whispered, fingers tugging at his belt.

Dean growled, his hands gripping your hips as he lifted you effortlessly, pushing you up against the nearby wall, your legs wrapping around his waist. His mouth claimed yours again, with an unrelenting pace.

His eyes darkened, lips brushing against yours, "You're so damn perfect. You know that?"

You shivered at his words, the combination of his raw, dominant tone and the sweetness of his compliments sending a rush of heat through your body.

"De.." you murmured, hands slipping beneath his shirt to explore the muscles of his back, skin burning with every touch. "I need you so bad, please,"

Your touch sent a jolt of desire coursing through his veins, his breathing growing heavy as he ground against you, the hard length of him pressing against your hip, the friction driving him wild.

"You feel that?" he asked, his voice rough, "That's what you do to me, sweetheart."

You gasped softly, feeling the evidence of his arousal straining against his jeans, your body responding involuntarily, arching against him in search of more of that delicious friction.

"Bed?" you managed, the word barely a whisper. "Need you in a bed, not against a wall.."

The corners of his lips curled into a smirk at your desperate plea. He wanted you too, craved you like the air he breathed, but he loved teasing you, pushing you to the brink before giving in.

"Not yet," he murmured, his grip on you unrelenting. "We're not finished here."

He dipped his head, his mouth trailing a path down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin, his hands roaming over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You writhed under his touch, your body alive with sensation, every nerve ending singing. "Dean, please," you whimpered, fingers clutching at his shoulders.

He savored the sound of your breathy pleas, relishing in the way you came undone beneath his touch. "I know, baby.. Love hearing you beg for me like that," he whispered against your skin, his voice roughened by arousal. “Enough of that, though. Get on your fuckin’ knees.”

Your knees almost gave way at the command, a sharp gasp slipping through your lips. "De—," you protested weakly, but there was no real resistance, just a trembling anticipation.

"Do as I say," he insisted, his grip unyielding as he guided you to the floor, your knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. He stood above you, his eyes burning with intensity as you knelt before him, your face level with the obvious bulge in his jeans.

"Take my belt off," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your hands trembled as you reached for his leather belt, your fingertips brushing against the cool metal of the buckle. It took you a few attempts to undo it, your fingers clumsy with desire.

Once the belt was undone, he caught your wrist, his grip firm as he guided your hand to the zipper of his jeans. "Keep going, sweetheart."

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you unzipped his jeans, the sound of the zipper loud in the otherwise silent room, your fingertips brushing against the fabric of his boxers.

"Now... pull them down, slowly." His words were a command, a challenge, but beneath the dominance, there was an underlying tenderness, a hint of vulnerability that only showed itself in moments like these.

You obeyed, your hands reaching for the waistband of his jeans, fingers trembling with anticipation as you shimmied them down his hips. The material was rough against your hands, and the sound of denim sliding over his muscular thighs sent a shiver down your spine.

He stepped out of his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxers, the fabric strained by his arousal. He looked down at you, his eyes roving over your body, taking in the way you knelt before him, soft and submissive, ready to do whatever he asked.

He reached down, cupping your chin and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb traced your lower lip, his touch tender despite the commanding tone of his voice.

"You trust me, sweetheart?" he asked, his eyes searching yours, a hint of vulnerability in his expression.

"Yes," you whispered, the word escaping your lips without hesitation. You did trust him, implicitly. He had seen you at your most vulnerable, your darkest moments, and he had never once taken advantage of it. Instead, he had been your pillar of strength, your protector, your safe harbor in the storm.

His thumb continued tracing your lip, a gentle smile curving his mouth at your response. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise sending a jolt of desire through you, his approval filling you with warmth. “Now, open that pretty lil’ mouth for me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, the simple command igniting a fire within you. Without hesitation, you parted your lips, your eyes locked on his as you waited for his next command.

His thumb slipped past your parted lips, tracing the outline of your tongue. “Suck it,” he demanded, his voice low and sensual.

You obeyed without hesitation, your tongue swirling around his thumb as you sucked it into your mouth. The action was both submissive and rebellious, your eyes defiant even as you yielded to his command.

Dean groaned, his eyes darkening as he watched you. "That's it," he said, his thumb withdrawing from your mouth with a wet pop. "Look so good on your knees for me, baby."

He threaded his fingers into your hair, his grip firm as he angled your head to look up at him. His eyes bore into yours, his expression a mix of tenderness and dominance.

"You know what I want, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You nodded, a wordless affirmation that you understood exactly what he was asking for. Your lips were parted, your breath coming in heavy pants, your body already trembling in anticipation.

He ran his hand over your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the rough command. "Go on then, touch me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your hand trembled as you reached for him, your palm sliding over the rough cotton of his boxers, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. Your touch was tentative at first, but as you heard him draw in a sharp breath, your confidence began to grow.

His hand tensed in your hair as your touch grew bolder, your fingers tracing the outline of his arousal through the fabric. "Mmm... that's it," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure, "Just like that, sweetheart."

Your hand cupped him more firmly, massaging him through the fabric until he was practically vibrating with need. "F-fuck... you're so good for me, aren't you darling?"

Your response was a strangled moan, your body responding to his praise like a flame to gasoline. You were on fire, consumed by a desperate need for him, the ache between your thighs growing with every passing moment. "Please," you gasped, looking up at him, your lips parted, your cheeks flushed. "Dean, please... I need you."

His jaw clenched at the view of you. It was a sight that never failed to get him going, his control almost at its limit. "Yeah? You need me that bad, huh?" he teased, his fingers tangling more tightly in your hair.

You nodded, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. "Yes," you breathed, your hand still massaging him through the fabric. "So bad, Dean. I need you. Please."

The desperate plea in your tone and the way you were touching him pushed him to the edge. He was already struggling to hold back, and the sight of you on your knees, begging for him, was almost too much.

"Then take what you want," he commanded, his voice a hoarse rasp, "Cmon, angel.. you know what to do."

Without hesitation, you reached for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down with a swift motion, freeing him from the last barrier of fabric. You swallowed hard as you took him in, your hand wrapping around him, the weight and heat of him feeling like the missing piece to a puzzle you hadn't known was incomplete.

He let out a guttural groan as you touched him, your grip firm and sure, almost worshipful. "Fuck.. just like that, sweetheart," he gasped, his eyes closing for a fraction of second before refocusing on you, watching your every move. "You know how to drive me crazy.."

The praise from him sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching towards his, your hand moving in a steady rhythm. You loved the way you could make him lose control, the way he looked at you now, completely undone by your touch.

"Yeah, just like that.. just keep touching me, babe," he whispered, his hand tightening in your hair again, guiding your mouth towards him. "I need you, sweetheart. I need-"

You didn't hesitate, your tongue darting out to taste him, the saltiness of his skin making your head spin. He groaned, his breath hitching as he watched you, his grip on your hair becoming almost painful. "You're perfect.. so damn perfect..," he murmured, his words interspersed with ragged breaths. "Just like that.. don't stop, sweetheart.. please don't stop.."

You quickened your pace, your tongue swirling and tasting, desperate to drive him over the edge. You wanted to give him everything he needed, to show him just how much you wanted him.

"Oh, I'm close... keep goin.." he gasped, his hips canting forward automatically, seeking more of the pleasure you were giving him. "Just a little bit more, sweetheart.. you're so good.. so perfect.. I'm gonna-"

You knew he was close, you could feel it in the way his body tensed, the way his breath came in ragged gasps. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his gaze, and that was it.

His release was sudden, his body shaking with the intensity of it, a hoarse cry passing his lips. He held on to you tightly, the grip on your hair probably painful, but you didn't care. You loved seeing him lose control, the way his face showed every emotion, the way he let himself be vulnerable around you.

He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling, his eyes dark and satisfied as he looked down at you. "Goddamn, sweetheart," he muttered, his voice still thick with arousal. “Think you—fuck—think you might need a reward for that, huh?”

A mixture of pride and exhaustion filled you as he spoke. You were trembling, your body almost as spent as his from the intensity of your actions. But the thought of a reward made your eyes gleam. "A-a reward?.." you asked, the word almost a purr.

He chuckled, the sound deep and rough. "Yeah, sweetheart, a reward," he confirmed, his hand moving from your hair to your face, his thumb tracing the lines of your face. "You did so good.. you deserve something special."

His touch was gentle, tender even, a stark contrast to the dominating way he had been moments ago. It always surprised you how he could switch between the two, one moment being demanding, the next tender. But that was just who he was. A man of contrasts.

Dean helped you up, steadying you on your shaky legs before leading you over to the bed. He sat you down on the edge, pulling you onto your back, your legs in between him. He held you close, his arms wrapping around you with a possessiveness that was both comforting and arousing.

He kissed you, slow and deep, his tongue moving against yours, tasting and exploring. It was a gentle, almost loving kind of kiss, one that belied the intensity of the moment. He pulled away after a few seconds, his gaze roaming over your body hungrily.

"I could ravish you right now," he murmured, his hand roaming over your body, "But I don't want to rush this.. I want to take my time with you, baby. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

Your breath hitched at his words, anticipation building in your chest. You knew he meant every word, and the thought of what was to come made your body tingle. "I want that too," you whispered, your hands coming up to toy with his hair. "I want you, Dean. All of you…"

He smiled at your words, his fingers tracing patterns over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "And you'll have me, sweetheart," he promised, his tone confident. "Every part of me.. yours to do with as you please."

He leaned down, pressing a trail of kisses down your neck, his stubble scraping against your skin. Each touch was slow and deliberate, as if he was mapping out every inch of you. His hand slid up your side, his fingers playing lightly at the hem of your shirt before tugging it up, slowly baring more of your flesh to him.

He pulled the shirt over your head, tossing it aside before leaning back to look at you. He took his time, his eyes roaming over your body, drinking in every detail. "So damn gorgeous," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I never get tired of looking at you."

His hands began to wander again, exploring territory that was both familiar and exciting. He traced your collarbone, his thumb gently brushing over the sensitive area, before moving down to your breasts. His touch was light, teasing, his eyes fixated on your face to gauge your reaction.

You gasped as his thumb brushed over your nipples, the fabric of your bra the only barrier between you. He smirked, noticing your reaction, and did it again, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you. "Mmm... so sensitive already." he murmured, his voice low and teasing. He let his fingers go down your back, undoing your bra with skill.

Your breathing hitched, your body arching involuntarily under his touch. His words, combined with the sensations he was eliciting in you, were almost too much to handle. "Dean.. please.." you gasped, your body craving more of his touch, more of him.

He smirked at your plea, his hand tracing down over your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your shorts. "What do you want, darlin’? Use your words," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You swallowed hard, your mind fuzzy with desire. "More.." you managed to gasp out, your hips lifting slightly in a desperate attempt to get more of the contact you craved. "Please, more.. I need more.."

He chuckled at your desperate tone, amused and turned on by the effect he had on you. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his fingers still teasing at the edge of your shorts. "I love how impatient you get for me, sweetheart.. it's almost endearing."

He leaned down again, his mouth finding a sensitive spot on your neck, his teeth nipping gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. His hand was more demanding now, his fingers slipping down the fabric of your shorts, now dancing along the edge of your underwear.

Your body was on fire, your skin overly sensitive to every touch and kiss. You whimpered, your thighs clenching as his hand continued to tease you. "Please.. I can't take much more of this," you gasped, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.

"You can take it," he murmured, his mouth trailing down to your chest, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. "I know you can, sweetheart. And don't worry, you'll get everything you want in just a minute.. if you behave."

You knew exactly what he meant by behaving. You'd be obeying him tonight, and he was reminding you of that fact. You shivered beneath him, the anticipation building. "I'll be good," you promised, your voice almost a whine. "I'll be so good for you, just.. please, Dean."

His hand moved lower, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear, teasing the sensitive flesh there. "Fuck," he murmured, his eyes glued to your face. "So wet for me. You got that wet just by sucking my cock?.."

You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, the sound almost embarrassing in its neediness. "Yes," you admitted, "Just from that. Just from you."

He groaned in approval, his fingers moving gently over you. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, "That's my good girl. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

You nodded, your body shaking as his touch became more demanding. "I—I just wanted to make you feel good," you managed to gasp out, your hips lifting slightly in time with his movements.

"Oh, you did," he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "You made me feel so good, sweetheart. But now it's my turn to return the favor..."

His mouth moved down your body, his teeth scraping against your skin, his tongue trailing a wet path towards your thighs. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk on his lips. "You want me to take care of you, sweetheart? Want me to taste you like you tasted me?"

You nodded fervently, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "Yes," you gasped, the word almost a sob. "Please, please, I need you, Dean."

He chuckled, the sound low and dark. "That's what I wanted to hear," he murmured, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you open before him. "Just relax, princess. I'm gonna make you feel so damn good."

His tongue was hot on you, his touch firm and sure. He tasted and teased, his mouth working you into a frenzy. It was almost overwhelming, the way he knew all your sensitive spots, the way he knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild. You writhed beneath him, his finger curled up in you.

"So damn sensitive.." he murmured, his mouth moving against you, his words sending vibrations through your body. "You're so damn reactive to everything I do to you, sweetness.. it's so goddamn hot.. I could do this all night.. I could do this until you're a shaking, sobbing mess beneath me.. begging me for more..."

You were close, your body tensing, the coil inside you ready to snap. "Dean-please—" you gasped, your back arching off the bed, "I'm--oh God, I'm so close-just-just a little bit more—"

His tongue flicked over you, his pace picking up, his fingers digging into your thighs. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, "Cum for me. I want to hear you say my name, I want to feel you let go for me.."

And with his last words, you shattered, crying out his name as pleasure crested over you. You shook, your body arching, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. The intensity of it was mind numbing, the sensation washing over you.

He didn't stop, his mouth working you through it, prolonging the sensation. You moaned, your body trembling, your senses overwhelmed. It was too much, yet somehow not enough. You clutched at him, your hands running through his hair, needing something to ground you.

Finally, he pulled away, his mouth trailing kisses up your body as he moved back up to your face. He looked at you, his eyes dark, his expression satisfied. "You're incredible, baby," he murmured, kissing you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

You tasted yourself on his lips, the realization making you shiver. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, your body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. "That was.. that was amazing," you managed to gasp out, your voice hoarse from screaming his name.

He smirked at that, his ego clearly boosted by your words. "Damn right, it was," he said, pride evident in his tone. He ran a hand through your hair, his touch surprisingly tender. "And we're far from done."

Your eyes widened at his words. Far from done? You weren't sure you would be able to handle much more, but the heat in his gaze told you that you didn't have a choice. You swallowed hard, your body already responding to his touch.

He chuckled at your expression, his hand rubbing small circles on your thigh. "You look like a deer caught in headlights, sweetheart," he teased, his smirk growing. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I just need you to do one thing for me."

You nodded, your body already responding to his command. "Anything," you replied breathless.

He leaned in, his mouth close to your ear, his tone dropping. "Beg for me, doll. I want you to beg me to fuck you."

Your cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. "Please," you whispered, your eyes meeting his. "Please, Dean, I need you to—" you stopped, the words almost stuck in your throat.

He chuckled, his hand moving lower, his touch teasing. "Come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that," he encouraged, his eyes dark and demanding. "I know you want it. I know you want me. Just let yourself say it. Beg for it."

You felt a thrill run through you, the combination of his words and his touch pushing you over the edge. "Please," you whispered, "Please Dean, please - I need you. I need you inside me. I need you to take me, to make me yours. Please, please, please just—just—" you couldn't finish, your words strangled by your own need

His lips crushed yours, silencing your words with a bruising kiss. "That's what I wanted to hear, pretty girl," he murmured against your mouth, "Fucking hell, you know how to get me worked up."

He pulled back, his eyes roaming over your body, his expression hungry. "Now, let's see how much more you can take."

With that, he steadied himself against you, slowly teasing his hard arousal against your wetness. You gasped, the sudden movement catching you off guard.

"You good, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice low. "Color check."

You took a deep breath, your mind still fuzzy with desire. "Green," you managed to gasp, your body begging for more.

He smiled, satisfied with your answer. "Good girl," he said, his hands gripping your thighs, he lifted your legs up over his shoulders. "Just relax, angel. I'm gonna take good care of you."

He leaned down, his mouth finding a sensitive spot on your neck. As he sucked and nipped at the skin there, slowly, agonizingly slow he pushed into you. Your head fell back against the bed, a low moan escaping your lips.

You could feel every inch, your body stretching and adjusting to him. He filled you completely, the friction sending sparks of pleasure down your spine. You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "Dean, please..," you whimpered.

"Please what, sweetheart?" He murmured against your skin, his voice hoarse with need. "You know you have to use your words."

"Move," you gasped, your body shaking with need. "Please, just.. just move. I need you to move."

He chuckled, the sound a mix of amusement and arousal. "Bossy, are we?" he teased. But there was a hint of satisfaction in his tone. He pulled back slightly, before slowly pushing back in. "Like this, baby?"

You gasped, your back arching against the sheets. "Yes," you managed to gasp, "Just like that, yes. Please, more."

He set a steady rhythm, his movements deep and sure. He knew exactly how to touch you, where to touch you, which spots made you shudder, which made you moan. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "So damn tight," he groaned, his breath ragged. "You feel so fuckin’ amazing.”

His words, combined with the sensations he was eliciting, were almost too much. You were quickly unraveling beneath him, your body aflame with pleasure. You pulled him closer, your hands tangling in his hair, needing something to ground you.

"Look at you, sweetheart," he murmured, his mouth finding your ear. "You're so damn perfect like this. All needy and desperate for me."

His words sent a thrill down your spine, his tone filled with hunger. You could feel him everywhere, his body pressed against yours, his scent surrounding you. It was all too much and not enough. "Don't stop," you gasped, "Don't-ah - don't stop, please, f-faster."

He groaned at your words, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. He was losing control, his grip on you tightening. "You— you feel so damn good," he gasped, his forehead resting on your shoulder. "I'm not gonna last much longer angel, you're driving me insane."

You were close, the coils inside you about to snap. You needed more, you needed it to last just a bit longer, even though you didn't know if you could take it. But Dean knew what you needed, he was always so in sync with your body.

"Cum for me one more time sweetheart," he murmured in your ear, his voice rough and commanding. "I want to feel you come all over me. I want to hear you say my name. Just let go for me, my beautiful girl."

And with his words, you were lost, your body seizing as pleasure washed over you. You gasped, your hands clutching at him, his name a strangled cry.

Dean felt you tighten around him, and it was too much, he bit down on your shoulder, his own release hitting him like a wave. He shuddered, his body tensing, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice hoarse. "Sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum again, ‘gonna cum all in you.”

It was then you felt it. He slowed, stilling, his body shaking slightly. He looked at you, his expression a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. "That.. that was…" he trailed off, his voice slightly raspy.

The room is still thick with heat, your body boneless against the mattress, breath coming in slow, uneven pulls. The last echoes of your moans still hang in the air, mixing with Dean’s heavy exhales as he finally— finally—collapses beside you.

For a moment, neither of you move. His arm is still hooked around your waist, his grip loose now, but his fingers are still there, brushing over your skin like he’s making sure you’re real. Like he’s not ready to let you go yet.

Then, in that low, raspy voice that makes your stomach flip, he murmurs, “You good, babe?”

You make a sound— half a hum, half a sigh— and barely manage to nod. That seems to be enough for him. He chuckles, voice still rough around the edges, and leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple. “Yeah, I gotcha. Just breathe for me, baby.”

His hands move without thinking, smoothing over your back, tracing lazy circles into your skin, as if mapping out every place he touched, every mark he left. When his fingers ghost over a spot he might’ve grabbed too hard, he tuts under his breath. “Shit, hope I didn’t go too hard on you.” His lips follow where his hands were, warm and soft against your shoulder. “Might owe you a damn back rub after that one.”

Eventually, he grumbles and pulls away— just for a second—to grab the water bottle from the nightstand. He presses it into your hand, watching you with that lazy, smitten smile as you take a few slow sips. “There we go,” he murmurs, brushing a few damp strands of hair from your face.

And then, without another word, he tugs you against his chest, settling you into the warmth of his body like you belong there. Like he needs you there.

His breath is warm against your hair as he mumbles, half-asleep already, “M’not moving. You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.”

So much for stealing a fucking flannel.

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minors dni, 18+ content

imagine wanting to surprise and treat satoru with breakfast in bed on Valentine’s day, but poor boy could barely stay asleep for much longer the moment you left the comfort of your shared bedroom to head for the kitchen. you had only slipped on one of his white shirts and went right to work in preparing the best meal you could think of before you hear his sluggish footsteps approach you from behind, lazily wrapping his arms over your shoulders as he presses against your back, his large, obvious morning wood occasionally grazing your ass. but that’s when he perks up, the sensation feeling…unrestricted. 

“Good morning handso-SATORU!” you’re cut off the moment he shamelessly raises your top, revealing your bare bottom-half on clear display as a mischievous smile was planted on his lips. you weren’t wearing any panties and he was going to take full advantage of the opportunity presented to him.

“Don’t blame my curiosity,” satoru chuckles. “Just stay focused on the food 'til I'm done.” 

“Done with wha-” you’re cut off again but this time it’s to the feeling of his face indulging in your ass cheeks, forcing you to let out a small noise at the sudden contact. you feel his hands smoothly gliding against the soft, supple skin of your thighs, your back arching against his face further as you try to keep your focus on the food cooking on the stove. you grip the utensils a bit more firmly, feeling a bit more grounded and stable until his curious tongue slides between your folds, a sharp gasp falling past your lips. a satisfied hum leaves him at how wet you already were for him, a short chuckle emerging from the depths of his throat. 

“Did the thought of me ambushing you really make you this excited?” he asks, his voice coming out raspily. before you could choke out an answer, he plunges his long finger smoothly into your pussy, causing you to bite down on your lip. your vision blurs, threatening to close despite the focus you needed to maintain to continue your original plan. why did he have to disrupt the nice gesture you were trying to do for him? but most importantly…why did your own body have to betray you?

you feel him toy with the fat of your ass before pulling his finger out, the audible squelch bringing music to his ears before licking a long stripe between your folds yet this instance, he was desperate for the taste of you coating his tongue. your hands tremble, struggling to flip the pancakes but you couldn’t deny how good his mouth always felt on you. a part of you could tell satoru knew he what he was doing, both below you and how you were trying to still cook. it definitely felt as though he wanted all of your attention. you manage to flip over one of the cakes, the sight of the underside appearing a couple shades darker than golden makes you feel a bit accomplished before his tongue suddenly penetrates you almost like a punishment. the moment you cry out his name, his grip on your thighs is unwavering, practically prying open your legs to spread further as his face disappears back into the fat of your ass, his tongue running deep inside of your drenched pussy. your body begins to writhe in pleasure, your eyes shutting closed the second you felt his tongue curling inside you, exploring every possible twitch of your body with more pressure from him as it brings you closer to the edge of your orgasm. your walls desperately clench around his tongue, feeling it vigorously threaten to reach further and further inside your pussy, his mouth panting heavily as if he was ready to receive everything you had to give him. you feel yourself squirm against him stiffly as his grip continues to hold your thighs in place, your orgasm shooting through you and causing your entire body to shiver all while satoru greedily licks you clean. as you came down from your high, you open your eyes the moment you hear him chuckle from beside you, only to find the contents of your breakfast for him burnt as you quickly turn off the stove. 

“Don’t even worry about it cutie,” he smiles, coming down from his amusement as he notices your sad expression. “I made reservations for brunch and everything, one of the many things I got planned for us today.” you perk up at his words, feeling assured yet still feeling guilty.

“But I really wanted to do something nice for you though.” you sheepishly say.

“And that’s what dessert will be for,” he pecks your cheek. “Besides, I’d rather spend the day showing off and treating my valentine.” his words force the smile to creep onto your face before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips, your smile growing at the taste of yourself on him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Satoru.”

[4nicolas]

after years of dating satoru gojo you’ve come to realize one of the most difficult tasks was trying to get out of bed when he was there.

the man only slept four hours a day yet he always seemed to be there when you woke up.

satoru would normally get back home around three or four in the morning. at this point you had already been asleep for awhile.

he’d smile at the sight of your sleeping form, feeling a bit guilty he wasn’t able to be here before you fell asleep.

he tried to get home earlier but he always had so much to do. unfortunately his job interfered with how much time he got to spend with you, and quite frankly he hated it.

sighing, he would let his shoulders relax, reaching up to take his blindfold off before slipping off his jacket, his pants and shirt following. finally able to relax after hours of having infinity up.

slowly he would lift the covers, being careful to not wake you up. he’d slide in right next to you, claiming his spot in your shared bed.

he would gently grab your arms, moving them from the pillow you were cuddled up to over to him. he hated that pillow, it was always stealing his lover.

satoru would never admit this but he really liked watching you sleep. the way it sounds is exactly why he doesn’t tell you about it.

he loved seeing how peaceful you looked, especially when you were cuddled up right next to him. god he loved cuddling.

having you pressed up against him might’ve been one of his favorite things in the world. actually, scratch that. it was one of his favorite things in the world.

he was careful when he wrapped his arms around you, making sure you weren’t gonna stir as he got comfortable.

another thing he loved was when you would mumble something in your sleep and snuggle even closer to him. he loved you so much, oh my god.

everything you did made him so happy. he genuinely could not believe he was graced enough to come home to you every night.

his love for you grew everyday, every time you greeted him, every time you two hugged or kissed, every time you smiled at him, every time you two took a shower together, every time you two watched a movie together, every time you two were simply being lazy together.

he could go on and on about you, he loves you so much, he’ll never get tired of saying it.

as he falls asleep he thinks about you, thinks about how much he loves you and cares about you, he thinks about how he’ll always cherish you and always protect you.

but as daylight rolls around and the sunlight starts peeking in through the curtains, this is when satoru gojo is the most clingy.

as you wake up, feeling groggy and tired, you look down, seeing the position you and satoru had somehow achieved during the night.

the only limb you could move was your left arm, the reason being laid on top of your chest right now.

all you could see was his snowy white hair, light snores coming from the lump on top of you.

satoru had his full body weight on you, his legs were tangled with yours, his side pressed against your right arm, which you know is gonna be sore when you get up because of it.

as you moved your left arm, trying to prop yourself up, you instantly got tugged closer to the sleeping man you call your boyfriend.

his arms were wrapped around you so tight you were barely able to breath, let alone move. you tried escaping his grasp for a few minutes before realizing it was inevitable.

your only option was to wake up the sleepy sorcerer. using your left arm, you gently place it on the males shoulder, shaking him a bit.

he groans, nuzzling his face closer to your chest, returning back to his rest. you shake his shoulder again, whispering his name in attempt to get his attention.

he stirs, groaning again before muttering a low “what..?” against your shirt. you move your left hand to his hair, gently stroking it, hoping his conscious will convince him to look up at you.

after a moment, you hear a quiet sigh, watching as satoru lazily pulls his head up to look at you. a small frown on his face from being woken up.

the sight of him brings a small smile to your face. his sleepy cerulean eyes stared into yours, his hair was all messy and standing up in every direction yet he still looked so beautiful.

you never would understand how this man was able to look absolutely stunning no matter what he was doing.

your fingers continued carding through his hair as you softly giggled at his pouting face. “I need to get up..” his frown instantly deepened, he furrowed his brows, obviously not happy with your words.

he doesn’t make an attempt to move, resting his chin back on your chest as he replies. “mmm no thanks.” his voice was raspy, he knew you loved it and he always used it to his advantage.

you sigh, used to having satoru do this. it happened almost every morning. you were thankful when he got up easily, wondering what was different about those times compared to now.

“satoru… we go through this every morning.” you complains, groaning in annoyance. satoru only smiled, humming knowingly.

“which is exactly why you should know my answer by now.” his tone was smug, the tiredness in his voice still lingering.

he had an innocent look on his face, his small smile and incredibly distracting eyes making it difficult for you to fight him. “satoru.. please..”

satorus face fell slightly, quickly masking it behind his smile. he was weak to your begging, though he wouldn’t give up so easily.

the strongest sorcerer could effortlessly keep his partner in bed. cmon, compared to what he did everyday this was a piece a cake.

satoru leaned closer, bringing his face to your ear as he whispers, his voice low and seductive. “you really think that’ll work on me still, pretty?”

you glance at him, feeling your cheeks warm up at his compliment, narrowing your eyes at his expression. he had a smug grin on his face, his eyes traveling all over yours.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you mumble, playing dumb to his words, knowing they gave you butterflies.

even after years he still gave you butterflies, sometimes you felt embarrassed because he made you feel like a teenager in love for the first time.

satoru would never make fun you for it though, he loved being able to make you feel like that. all he wanted was for you to be happy and to feel loved and he took the way you acted as a sign he was doing something right.

“..really? you’re telling me you didn’t specifically lower your voice to try convince me to get off you?” that was 100% what you were trying to do, but you weren’t gonna admit it because it didn’t work.

you shook your head, causing satoru to raise a brow in disbelief. you raise your left hand in defense, trying to look more convincing. he only blinks, looking at your hand and then you.

“okay.. whatever you say.” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before reclaiming his spot on your chest.

he sighs in content, acting as if he was ready to go back to sleep. you weren’t gonna let him win so easily, you just had to be a bit more… convincing.

“satoru.. cmon.. if you loved me you would let me get up.” this instantly got his attention, raising his head he pouted at you, “that’s not fair.”

you grin, feeling your hopes get up at the chance of being able to finally get up. satoru frowns at the sight of your grin, sighing dramatically as he mutters.

“if you don’t like me you can just tell me, yn..” his voice barely above a whisper. your grin drops, feeling a bit guilty before realizing this was his tactic.

“don’t play the guilt tripping card on me, mister.” you retort, giving the side of his head a small flick. he whines, loosening his grip slightly.

“okay. I understand. you deserve better anyway, someone who isn’t as clingy or needy as me, right?” he mumbles in response, this might’ve been the most self aware he’s ever been.

you sigh, “satoru.. you know it’s not like that, I love you.” he simply shakes his head, rolling off of you and laying on his back.

he has a frown on his face, he stares at the ceiling blankly. you take this time to stretch, feeling your limbs for the first time since last night.

as you sit up, satoru doesn’t bother glancing at you, he doesn’t say a word. when you look over at him you feel a tug on your heartstrings, your body wanting to react to seeing him sad.

the urge to wrap your arms around him and hold him close growing every second you stare at his frown. you knew this was all part of his plan yet you couldn’t tear yourself away.

it felt all too natural, almost as if your instincts were telling you to comfort the man you loved. begrudgingly you look away, shaking away the thoughts of satoru.

you were not gonna give into him this time. instead you stand up, making your way to the bathroom to do your morning routine.

usually satoru would come in while you were brushing your teeth, he would wrap his arms around you and lean his head against you, but as you put the toothpaste on your toothbrush there was no sign of the male.

he was standing his ground this time, it would be funny, if you didn’t feel something eating at your stomach as you think about him lying there.

you can’t get rid of the image of him on your bed, sad and alone as you brush your teeth. feeling your restraint crumbling with every passing second.

you finish brushing your teeth, wiping off your face before slowly dragging yourself back through the door. you look at the bed, seeing satoru still there, he was really committed this time..

slowly you walk back over to the bed, dragging a hand down your face as you feel yourself giving in to the white haired man.

as you slide back in under the covers, satoru finally glances at you, frown still on his face. you both lay there, staring for a moment before you move closer, wrapping your arms around him like you wanted to do earlier.

you sigh, feeling your boyfriend make no move as you speak. “you know I love you so much, right..?”

satoru looks up at you, a small smile forming on his face and it makes your heart clench. he nods slightly, wrapping his arms around you as well. “..yeah.”

you squeeze him a bit tighter, the both of you pulling each other closer under the warmth of your blankets.

satoru nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing kisses into your skin, his hair tickling your jaw as he does so.

after a moment, satoru pulls back, smiling at you before leaning in, your lips meeting his. both of you smiled against the kiss, his smile from his victory and your smile in disbelief at how he can get you to do anything.

the both of you pull back after a few seconds, staring into each others eyes before satorus smile widens. “so… I win?”

you scoff playfully, ruffling his hair before sighing. “shut up. it doesn’t count because you actually made me sad.”

satoru chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips. “I had to play dirty.. how else would I have got you to stay with me?”

you only shake your head in response, watching satoru with a small smile. he continues to press kisses all over your face, making sure no part of your skin goes untouched.

then he hums, completely relaxing against you once again. he lays his head on your chest again, listening to your heartbeat, feeling himself get lulled back to sleep.

as much as you wanted to be mad, a part of you was glad he kept you in bed. satoru didn’t sleep enough, and yeah you knew he had reverse cursed technique but you still worried.

as he fell asleep, you stared down at him, wondering how you were gonna deal with his idiocy for the rest of your life.

well, not that you were upset about it, it was fun, he was fun. satoru was an incredible lover and everything he did he hoped would benefit you, except when it came to your mornings together.

you knew you were gonna have to deal with this again tomorrow morning, but you would make sure to win then.

for now though, you’ll just let satoru have his way. you’ll let him sleep, knowing he’ll wake back up in an hour or two, having to leave you to go teach his students and exorcise curses.

but for now, he was all yours, and you’ll just have to have lunch with him instead of breakfast.

[daylighted]

i am OBSESSED with dean x baby!reader. i need moreeeeeeeeee whenever you have time. i love love love your writing soo much

AHHHH THIS IS SO SWEET <3 !!! AND UGH FINEEEE FINE I'LL WRITE MORE FOR HER FINE 1!!!! YOU'RE PULLING MY LEG SIGH GUESS I HAVE TO :/ LMAOFIJOKFEGDFJ I'M KIDDING SHE'S MY BABY (hehehe) RN BAD

how about ... dean and baby!reader cuddling <3 like a lil sequel to the last one !!

you were out like a light the moment that dean sank into the other side of the mattress next to you. he couldn't imagine how you were comfortable - too big jeans and a leather jacket being all that you had on - but there you were, all of the blankets bunched up under your chin, and snoring.

dean was sat there like an idiot, watching you sleep, somehow, through sam's additional snoring, like you were right at home. maybe you were. this was the first bed you'd slept in.

he expects to get a few more minutes of his (slightly) creepy staring done before he rolls over. that's what he tells himself. just a few more minutes, and he'll flip over, and pretend that his car is not a girl, and you weren't in his bed.

but you have other plans. from what he's seen of you so far, you always seem to do the last thing that he expects.

dean goes to flip over, and his back barrels into yours. he freezes in place, his face scrunching up in temporarily horrified confusion. one glance over his shoulder and the fear is confirmed: he shifted slightly away from you and so you pressed up right into him.

now he's in a predicament. you're warm. of course you were, you'd stolen all of the blankets without a thought about it. he wasn't mad, just like he wasn't mad at you stealing his drink, earlier. you didn't really know any better.

can't turn back over, because everything in the world would shift and change if he made any move to hold you. can't finish turning over, because you'd still be touching him, and he'd still be a goner.

so dean stays flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, while your spine presses against his arm. and he could have fallen asleep like this - was planning on it, as soon as he stopped focusing in on the fact that you were pressed against him.

but you let out a sleepy, long breath of a sigh, and you turn again, and now your breath is on his cheek.

breath on his cheek, arms latched around the one closest to you, and he is so, so damn gone. you cling to him like physical comfort was the only thing that you'd been kept away from. dean feels a little, unfairly, guilty about it. should have, like, rubbed your steering wheel a little more, or something. anything more at all, so this predicament wouldn't happen again; you holding him like you'd never been held before.

he's a goner. damned from the beginning. his arm wraps around your shoulders, slipping beneath your heavy, dozed off head, and tugs you in closer. your legs tangle with his, the denim of his jeans faded and worn against his legs. the leather of your jacket smells just like the inside of his car used to. black ice in the rearview mirror, traces of his cologne, and car wax.

his earlier guilt disappears. he did take good care of you. and you were so damn sweet, and so attached to him, because of it.

dean drops his head enough to bury his nose into your hair, just as your hand finds its way across his chest, placed lightly overtop his heart, nails scrunched up lightly against his t-shirt like you didn't want to risk being taken away from him.

his eyes close. "m'not lettin' you go anywhere, baby," he mumbles into your hair. you and sam were always his most loyal companions, even if you, literally, had only been along for the ride. the way you clung to him was proof enough that it was so much more than that, and went so much deeper.

he traces his fingers up and down your spine as he holds you closer, pressing a kiss into your temple. "i promise it, baby," he murmurs, reassuring himself more than you, at this rate, "no one's gettin' between you and me."

[writingastory]

Xavier:🍋-Alphabet

Warnings: Explicit (obviously lul), written for fem!reader

Genre: Canon AU; MC (including storylines) is non-existent.

A/N: Time to bring this classic back. 😏

A = Aftercare

🌟 Xavier is such a sweet soul. Before Aftercare even becomes a thought, he just wants to bask in Afterglow: steal soft kisses from your lips, plant the sweetest kisses everywhere his mouth can reach, pressing himself to you as close as he can (without suffocating you).

🌟 He just needs a few moments of snuggling like this, with him still inside you, until he's naturally slipping out ever so slowly.

🌟 Once that happened, he will ask you what you need and bring it to you. Something to clean yourself, a shirt, a nightgown, a snack, a beverage - you name it, he'll make it happen for you.

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B = Body part

🌟 I feel like Xavier would be obsessed with your hands. They are so small and soft in comparison to his.

🌟 Remember the Nightly Rendevouz? When he held your hand so gently against the window? Yeah, he loves your hands.

🌟 Definitely making sure that your fingers stay entwined from the beginning to the end. He doesn't want to lose that connection, under no circumstances.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

🌟 He loves to creampie you.

🌟 More specifically, he loves cumming deep inside you - and then watch his seed trickle out of you slowly.

🌟 Please don't be shy to spread your legs for him and let him watch.

🌟 Bonus points if you let him rub you to another high and he gets to watch your sweet pussy flutter and clench, pumping out his cum.

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D = Dirty secret

🌟 Actually, this man doesn't really have a classic dirty secret. You basically know everything.

🌟 Except maybe that he thinks about letting you dom him completely for once. He's not quite sure yet how to articulate that wish, but he'll get there.

🌟 Please just bind this man to the bed and wear him out, okay? He needs it every now and then.

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E = Experience

🌟 Not the most experieced, but!

🌟 This man is always very atuned to his loved ones, especially to the woman of his heart. So, he really doesn't need a lot of experience to know what he's doing. He sees and feels your reactions. Xavier quickly understands what you like and what you don't like.

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F = Favorite position

🌟 It's either Flatiron or Missionary.

🌟 Either way, it's gonna be a very close variation. He craves close skin-to-skin contact.

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G = Goofy

🌟 Unintentionally goofy sometimes. Just like he is in real life.

🌟 And that's also kinda the reason: This man has no separate personality for intimacy and sex. You get the same Xavier between the sheets that you get for grocery shopping on a Saturday morning.

🌟 So sometimes, even if he doesn't mean to, he's a little goofy while he's pressing inside of you.

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H = Hair

🌟 Probably doesn't have the wildest hair growth anyway.

🌟 Still, he makes sure it's all neat. Doesn't shave clean though.

🌟 Also doesn't expect you to follow any "routine" for your body hair. You like removing your hair? Okay, sweet. You don't like removing your hair? Okay, sweet.

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I = Intimacy

🌟 He's so focused on satisfying you....

🌟 Seriously, if there's a time he does not think of sleeping... it's this.

🌟 He's so sweet, too. Whispering soft words, greedy for kisses and for touching you...

🌟 He's a very soft dominant man. Yes, he likes calling the shots in bed - but he does so very gently. You're a treasure and you're ought to be treated as such.

🌟 Only exceptions are when you explicitely tell him to be rougher... or when he's jealous. That's another story, though.

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J = Jack off

🌟 Not a fan, honestly. Not even before you two became a thing.

🌟 His thoughts may have derailed every now and then, but never to a point where he had to relief himself in some way.

🌟 Even less since you two became a couple. Why would he use his hands when yours are so much more talented...?

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K = Kink

🌟 Voyeurism.

🌟 Need I say more?

🌟 Check "C" in this post. 😭

🌟 He totally would have you touch yourself while he watches, just saying.

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L = Location

🌟 Everywhere it happens. Except in public. He's not a fan of public sex. That would always be an unpleasant thrill, and he'd have to rush... and he doesn't want that.

🌟 His favorite would be the bed though. Mainly because he can just snooze off once you're both satisfied.

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M = Motivation

🌟 Huge on physical motivation.

🌟 Yes, seeing you in cute or sexy lingerie is awesome... but if you want to get him going, you need to get physical with him.

🌟 Scratch his scalp gently, kiss his neck, nibble on his collarbone - or just boldy squeeze him through his pants. He'll be mush and putty in your hands.

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N = No

🌟 He will not do anything that hurts you.

🌟 He'd probably not even choke you, even if you asked him.

🌟 Harming you is not on his agenda.

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O = Oral

🌟 Loves giving and receiving equally.

🌟 He would not want to finish like this, though. He'd much rather finish deep inside of your perfect pussy. But he loves when you get on your knees for him.

🌟 On the other hand, he loves burying his head between your thighs. This man will take his sweet time with you, spread you open gently and lap at your entrance and your sensitive pearl carefully. He revels in the quivers he feels around his tongue.

🌟 Please pull his hair when he goes down on you, it'll make him moan against you. :)

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P = Pace

🌟 Depends on his mood. If it's a good day, he will take his time. It'll be sensual, passionate, a slow build up to the crashing waves of your orgasms.

🌟 If it's a bad day (or you riled him up, you bad girl), he's gonna be a lot more demanding and fast. He'll pound into you with more vigor and purpose.

🌟 Same happens when you ask him to be a little rougher with you. No matter the occasion: if he happens to fuck you a little harder and faster than usual, he'll make sure to press you down, so that you have no other choice than to take what he gives you.

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Q = Quickie

🌟 Loves shower quickies. I don't make the rules.

🌟 If his morning shower contains washing your hair and filling you up... who is he to complain?

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R = Risk

🌟 The riskiest thing during sex this man will do... is to try out new positions.

🌟 He's not a huge fan of taking risks. He wants intimacy to be enjoyable and not nerve-wrecking.

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S = Stamina

🌟 Lots of Stamina on this one, he's fit as hell.

🌟 Still, he can only go one round - but that round will be worth it. Don't worry, he'll make you finish several times before he even thinks of finishing himself.

🌟 When he finishes, it's like a switch was flipped in his brain. He's satisfied, he doesn't need more than one round.

🌟 That's also why he makes sure you're thoroughly satisfied before him. He knows that once he's done, he can't go on any longer - so he takes care of you first.

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T = Toys

🌟 No.

🌟 Would probably be confused by a lot of them?

🌟 Also, why would you need those? You have him? 🤨

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U = Unfair

🌟 Unintentionally unfair and teasing.

🌟 He's rubbing you so good and you're close? He'd pull away, confused why you're annoyed suddenly? He was just repositioning himself to eat you out. He knows you prefer finishing on his tongue, so why the long face...?

🌟 Also, this man says the lewdest things with the straightest face. "This is welcoming me back so warmly. Can you feel it?" he'd whisper, not understanding why you're embarrassed? He was just stating a fact? :(

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V = Volume

🌟 Noisy, but not loud.

🌟 Definitely a breather and groaner, not necessarily a moaner.

🌟 He'll make sure to breathe and groan right into your ear though, so you can hear him, no worries.

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W = Wild card

🌟 Xavier is so obsessed with your body, but in a non-sexual way. He could spend hours just tracing your form with his fingers, finding all the little imperfections that make you you - and he'd love it.

🌟 So, don't be surprised that you find him watching you getting dressed or undressed or taking a shower. He's not trying to be creepy. He's just in awe of your beauty.

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X = X-ray

🌟 5 inches / 12.7 cm

🌟 Pretty straight, and girthier towards the base. A few veins here and there.

🌟 His tip is slightly pink.

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Y = Yearning

🌟 Surprisingly high. This man could go at any time during the day.

🌟 After your first time of making love, you did it daily - sometimes several times a day - because he simply could not keep his hands to himself.

🌟 You two are still very active, but mostly during "set" times and not just at any time during the day.

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Z = Zzz...

🌟 Okay, we know this man can sleep anywhere, anytime. After sex is no exception. Once you're both clean and comfy, snuggled up under the blankets... he's out. Just like that.

🌟 He'll wrap himself around you btw, so there's no escape. You're sleeping, too. :)

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hiii!! I hope that you’re doing good and feeling better!!

I was wondering if I could request a Jey Uso x reader where Jey and reader are celebrating because they both won their Royal Rumbles (still so proud of Jey 💖) and it goes from a cute and fluffy celebration to steamy pretty quickly? Thank you so much and I hope you have an amazing day!!

jey uso x reader

‼️love, soft moments, fluff turned into smut, stay away kids‼️

royal winners

you could still feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins as you stepped into the hotel room, jey’s hand wrapped tightly around yours. your body ached from the war you had just survived, bruises forming beneath your gear, but none of it mattered. not when jey was here, his fingers laced with yours, both of you still high off the biggest moments of your careers.

“we really did that…” you breathed, laughing softly as you kicked off your shoes. your ribs ached, muscles sore from the chaos of the royal rumble, your gear was half broken but the sheer excitement humming through you overpowered everything.

“hell yeah, we did!” jey’s grin was wide, pure joy radiating off him. then his eyes found yours again, dark and gleaming with something else “we are really going to wrestlemania!”

a shaky exhale left your lips as the realization fully sank in. both of you had done the impossible. fighting 29 others, carving your names into history and you had done it together.

“this is insane…” you whispered, running a hand through your damp hair. before you could say anything else, jey’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his body warm against yours, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“nah…” he murmured, his lips kissing the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine “this is perfect.”

your breath hitched slightly at the softness in his voice, the way his fingers brushed against your stomach beneath your shirt. his touch was slow, teasing, like he had all the time in the world.

“we should celebrate…” he murmured against your skin, his lips barely touching, just enough to make you shiver.

you let out a quiet hum “we already celebrated with everyone.”

“not how i wanna celebrate” - a smirk appearing on his face. his voice was lower now, thick with meaning. before you could respond, his lips pressed a lingering kiss beneath your ear, his hands sliding up your sides. your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, tugging him closer.

“jey…” your voice came out softer than you intended, breathy, already sinking into him.

he turned you in his arms, your chest pressing against his, your noses brushing. his hands found your waist, steady and sure, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

“lemme take care of you, baby” he murmured, voice rough with want and desire. desire for you.

before you could speak, his lips were on yours - slow, deep, desiring and savoring you. you melted into him, fingers slipping into his hair as he walked you back toward the bed, his hands wandering with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

the celebration was just getting started.

you sighed against his mouth, your body already molding against his. jey deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, the heat between you two sparking into something undeniable. his grip on your waist tightened, and before you knew it, he was guiding you backward until the backs of your knees hit the bed.

“sit baby…” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you. his dark eyes were heavy with hunger, his breathing slightly uneven.

you did as he said, watching as he pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing the toned muscles beneath and the tattoos you loved so much. your fingers twitched to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. as if reading your mind, jey smirked and leaned down, his hands blocking either side of you.

“you know how long i’ve been waiting for this?” he murmured, his lips trailing along your jaw, down the side of your neck. “watching you in that ring tonight, being a damn star. you were born for this. fighting charlotte, fighting liv, raquel, bianca…you were the best one out there baby…you had me going crazy, fucking insane.”

your breath hitched as his teeth grazed your skin, his tongue soothing over the spot immediately after “jey…” you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair. you felt your panties getting wetter and wetter, your stomach aching with pleasure.

he hummed against your throat, one of his hands sliding beneath your shirt, his palm hot against your bare skin “tell me what you want, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with need “i wanna hear you say it…” - while his hands played with your breast, teasing your nipples, making them hard.

making you whimper. moan.

your heart pounded as you met his gaze, your body already burning for him “you…”you breathed “i want you.”

that was all he needed.

jey pulled your shirt over your head in one swift motion, his eyes raking over you like he was committing every inch of you to memory. his hands roamed your body, slow and deliberate, igniting sparks everywhere he touched. his lips followed, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your collarbone, across your chest, taking your nipples into his mouth, playing with them, making you shudder beneath him.

his hands found the waistband of your already broken gear, and he looked up at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. like he was taking his time, making sure you knew just how much he wanted you.

“you good?” he asked, his voice softer now, his thumb stroking slow circles against your hip.

you nodded, your fingers trailing down his abs before slipping beneath the band of his sweatpants “i need you, jey.”

a groan rumbled from his chest. in the next breath, your gear was gone, and his sweats followed, leaving nothing between you but heat and skin and pure, aching need.

his hand found your leaking pussy. wet, dripping for him. his middle finger testing the water as he circled your swollen clit.

“oh shit…jey” you moaned, already lost in the pleasure.

jey hovered over you, his forehead resting against yours, his breaths mingling with yours as he lined himself up “hold on to me, baby” and then he was pushing into you, slow and deep, stretching you in the best way, making your body arch into his. a gasp escaped your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you completely.

jey cursed under his breath, his grip on your thigh tightening as he gave you a moment to adjust “you feel so good…” he murmured against your lips, kissing you again, this time rougher, needier “so perfect for me.”

you moaned into his mouth, rocking your hips slightly, urging him to move. and when he did - when he started rolling his hips into you, setting a slow, deep rhythm—you swore you saw stars.

“oh…jey fuck…” you moaned into his mouth as he was hitting every right spot.

jey took his time, dragging out every stroke, making sure you felt every inch of him. his hands roamed your body, gripping, caressing, worshipping. his lips never left yours for long, alternating between kissing you breathless and whispering praises into your ear.

but soon, slow wasn’t enough.

“jey - faster” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair “please faster, fill me up so good” - you were gone now.

he groaned, gripping your hips as he picked up the pace, his thrusts rougher now, deeper. the sounds filling the room, his low curses, your breathy moans, the rhythmic slap of skin only fueled the fire building between you.

“damn, baby” he muttered, his teeth grazing your shoulder “this what you needed, huh?”

you couldn’t even form words, only nodding as waves of pleasure crashed through you. jey shifted slightly, hitting a spot that had you crying out, your back arching off the bed.

“that’s it love” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck “let go for me, baby.”

his hand slipped between your bodies, finding your most sensitive spot, and the combination of his touch and the way he moved inside you sent you spiraling. your release hit hard, your body tightening around him as pleasure consumed you.

jey wasn’t far behind, his pace stuttering as he buried himself deep, a low groan escaping him as he followed you over the edge, spilling inside of you.

for a moment, neither of you moved, both of you catching your breath, tangled together in the aftermath. jey pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before rolling onto his side, pulling you with him so you were curled against his chest as you were still catching your breath. his fingers traced lazy circles on your back, his breathing still uneven.

“best celebration ever…” he murmured, making you laugh softly.

you tilted your head up, meeting his gaze. “yeah” you whispered, smiling “and it’s just the beginning” you teased.

he grinned, pulling you closer. “hell yeah, it is…”

you were born ready to take over wrestlemania and you couldn’t wait for that moment.

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[prettyangellllll]

Stay the Night

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: It was an unspoken rule—no sleepovers, no attachments, no complications. You and Rafe had kept things strictly physical for months, leaving before things got too comfortable. But tonight, just as you're slipping out of his bed, gathering your clothes like always, he breaks the rule. "Where are you going?" The question hangs in the air, heavier than it should be. Then, for the first time, Rafe asks you to stay. And that simple request might just change everything.

Warnings: Friends with benefits, angst, tension, brief mention of alcohol, emotional confusion, implied/referenced smut, Rafe being Rafe, strong language.

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The sheets were still warm against your skin as you pushed them aside, slipping out of Rafe’s bed as quietly as possible. Your fingers curled around the scattered pieces of your clothing, your body moving on autopilot as you got dressed in the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through his window.

This was routine. A well-rehearsed act. No sleepovers. No unnecessary intimacy. No lingering.

You’d spent months perfecting this arrangement with Rafe—late-night calls, rushed encounters filled with desperation, and a silent understanding that once it was over, you left. That was the rule. And you both followed it, no matter how hazy your mind was after he had his way with you.

But tonight, something felt different.

Just as you hooked your bra back into place, a deep voice, laced with exhaustion and something else you couldn’t quite place, cut through the silence.

“Where are you going?”

You froze, your breath catching in your throat as you turned to see Rafe propped up on one elbow, his messy hair falling over his forehead. His blue eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, were softer in the dim light, heavy with something unfamiliar.

You blinked, caught off guard. He never asked that. Never acknowledged your departure.

“Home,” you answered slowly, testing the waters, waiting for the usual smirk, the casual dismissal that let you know everything was still the same.

Instead, he let out a low hum and ran a hand over his face before fixing his gaze back on you. “Stay.”

The word was simple, but it carried weight. A shift. A crack in the foundation you both had carefully built.

Your heart stuttered in your chest. “What?”

“I said stay,” Rafe repeated, firmer this time, like he wasn’t used to repeating himself. Like he had already decided this for the both of you.

You hesitated, arms hugging yourself as you studied him. “I thought we don’t do that.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair before leaning back against the pillows. “Yeah, well. Maybe I changed my mind.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, debating. You should leave. You should remind him that this wasn’t how things worked between you two.

But then Rafe reached out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, a silent plea laced in his touch.

“Just stay,” he murmured, tugging gently, pulling you closer to the bed.

And against all logic, against every warning in your head, you let him.

Because maybe, just maybe, you had been waiting for this moment, too.

You slowly settled back onto the mattress, the warmth of his body already pulling you in like gravity. Rafe exhaled, shifting closer, his arm draping over your waist in a way that felt too natural. His hand traced slow, lazy circles on your hip, a touch so gentle it sent a shiver down your spine.

Neither of you spoke, the silence stretching between you like an unspoken agreement. You could feel his steady breathing against your back, the way his fingers curled possessively against your skin as if anchoring you there, as if afraid you’d slip away again.

“Don’t overthink it,” he muttered sleepily, voice rough with exhaustion. “Just… stay.”

You swallowed hard, your mind screaming at you to get up, to run before this turned into something you couldn’t control. But your body betrayed you, melting into the warmth of his embrace, letting the scent of him lull you into something dangerously close to comfort.

For the first time, you didn’t leave.

For the first time, Rafe didn’t want you to.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Sorry you’re feeling icky right now :( maybe some Mat and squeaks domestic fluff will help!

these two are my comfort place 🥹 i love them so much and def needed to write some fluff since their long fics lately have been v angsty!

but anyway, you’ve been living together for a bit, but once you get engaged, you and mat buy a house

(a few blocks from bo and holly which mat and squeaks both love because they’re literally walking distance from their best friends!)

the house is new-ish, built in the late nineties and updated over the years so there’s not too much work to do. but it definitely needs painting and since mat still has a couple of weeks before camp starts up, squeaks plans on putting him to work

you’re at home depot a frankly ridiculous amount, picking up paint samples until you decide on the perfect color for each room. the trunk of mat’s defender is loaded up with paint cans and rollers and plastic sheeting and then everything’s ready to go

you’re both in casual clothes, stuff you don’t mind getting dirty, and mat’s in charge of laying down the plastic sheeting and taping everything off. you’re is in charge of opening and pouring the paint, but you gets splatters on her shirt and mat teases you

“you’re so messy, how do you think you’ll be able to paint a room?” he smirks and you rolls her eyes at him, swiping your finger through the paint before wiping it off on his shirt

“now we’re even,” you tease, dancing away from him when he lunges to grab you around the waist

you laugh and tease and get half the room painted with minimal fuss, there’s paint droplets on the plastic sheets and on their skin because you’re both halfway useless

mat distracts you, hands on your hip and mouth on your neck, hot kisses to your skin that make you giggle from the ticklish scrape of his stubble. mat’s hands wander up your sides, cupping your breasts and squeezing, thumbing at your nipples until they’re pebbled under your sports bra

“lets take a break,” mat huffs a breath against your neck, your arms slipping as he distracts you. a freak of paint goes sideways on the wall and you wrinkle your nose

“lets finish the room first,” you whine, trying to wiggle out of mat’s grip. but all that does is press your ass against his crotch harder, the heat of his cock evident through his shorts and yours

mat lazily bucks his hips and works at your breasts and you accidentally drop the paint roller right back into the tray, splattering paint everywhere. it gets all over your front and on your face and you blink stupidly for a moment, mat completely frozen behind you

he bursts into a cackled laugh and you join in, wiping at the paint on your face and smudging it everywhere

“winter mint is your color,” mat teases, turning you in his arms and kissing you properly, pressing you up against the freshly painting wall

you let out a muffled shriek, already feeling the cold paint against the backs of your legs, but mat ignores you in favor of kissing you deeper

you give in, wrapping yourself around him, legs around his waist and paint covered hands in his hair. he hoists you up against the wall, cock hard against your core. you grind down over him and he groans into your mouth, the noise turning into a whine when you tug at his hair

mat thrusts his hips up into yours and you’re so keyed up for him that you come just from that friction and grinding against him. he’s delighted, smirking against your mouth and neck

“i think we made a mess,” he laughs, tugging at your shorts to dip his hand into your panties and swipe his fingers through the wet, creamy mess between your legs.

there’s paint all over your back and in his hair too, the pair of you completely debauched

mat’s cock is still hard, the outline of him visible through his pants. you palm him and grin wickedly before squeezing him tightly. he grunts, his fingers flexing against your cunt

“i don’t think we’re messy enough,” you chirp, rubbing your hand over his cock until he’s whining and coming in his pants, a wet splotch forming almost immediately

mat groans and drops his head to your shoulder, laughing through panted breaths

you giggle, shifting and pressing your thighs together with his hand still in your pants. “we’re going to have to repaint this room,” you sigh

mat looks over your shoulder at the smudged outline of your body on the wall. he shrugs, “i think this is pretty representative of us, y’know?”

and while you’re sleeping, after mat’s knocked you out with another mind blowing orgasm, he gets up and repaints the room as a surprise for you to wake up to 🥰

[myfirstnameisagent]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Civilian!Reader

Summary: You comfort Steve after a stressful mission.

Warnings: The stress is what happened with the exploding hospital, angst, hurt/comfort, Rumalow mention cause ew

He didn't need to tell you what happened. 

It was plastered on every screen all over the world. Rapid headlines fired across television screens and phones buzzed with every range of headlines. The whole world saw it unfold, and even if you didn't know all of it, you wouldn't have pressed him to tell you either. Despite your curiosity, you knew questions wouldn't bring him out of his current state. All you could do was wait.

Your legs curled up beneath you as you waited, the shower running behind the closed bathroom door. You'd taken the precautions as soon as you saw the headline yourself,  the apartment illuminated by your favorite candles and the warm glow of lamps. You weren't sure he'd come, it was rare he'd give you any warning on nights like these. When he couldn't stand being at the compound or his place, when he just needed to collide with something soft and that felt like home. 

The pipes squeaked as the water turned off, and the opening and closing of the shower thudded from the bathroom. You quickly picked up the book you were pretending to read, acting as if you weren't waiting for him. After a few more moments, the cloud of steam seemed to follow him into your bedroom. Blonde hair dark and damp, t-shirt sticking to still damp skin that under any other circumstances would have made your mouth water. But tonight wasn't that kind of night, at least, you didn't think so, at least not the way his shoulders sank as if he were Atlas himself, and the entire rock of a planet had been placed on his shoulders. He ran his towel over the back of his neck before discarding it into your hamper, not quite meeting your eyes. "Thank you, for letting me crash here." 

"You're welcome anytime." You said softly, reaching out to carefully take one of his larger hands into both of yours. He let himself be pulled, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. The stress of it all had written itself into the creases of his face, worry lines framing once bright blue eyes. You sat the book aside, moving to push up on your knees beside him, sinking into the soft mattress beneath. Your fingers gently traced his arms before making their way up to his shoulders, attempting to smooth out any tension you could. There was little give to his solid form, but it didn't stop you from attempting to soothe him anyway. 

"It's my fault." He said after a stretched moment of silence. His hands folded and pressed against his nose as if he were lost in an endless prayer. Everything that ever happened to his team, to his friends, he always placed it on himself. You pushed up enough to press a kiss to the top of his head, the woodsy smell of his shampoo filling your senses as  you continued to rub at his broad shoulders. 

"I know you did everything you could." Your lips brushed down to his ear, tracing the defined muscles until your arms wrapped around his neck from behind. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck and felt his body heave into a sigh against you. 

"You weren't there." All authority had slipped from his voice, and now it was something softer, more broken and human. "I don't need to be." You chided gently, a warm and rough palm coming up to rest on your forearm. 

"Then how could you possibly know what happened?"

"I know you." The words were simple yet final. "I know you would have done whatever needed to be done. You've always looked out for everyone." 

Steve squeezed your arm, staring at the wall. "He mentioned Bucky and I just.." His words fell off, and he made no effort to retrieve them. You perked up at the mention, knowing that the search for his best friend had been at the forefront of his mind and now-

Your train of thought was completely derailed by you effortlessly being swung around his body and into his lap. He'd scooted a bit further onto the bed, strong arms wrapping around your waist. His forehead drops to your shoulder, your hand immediately reaches up to slip your fingers into his hair. Buried beneath the uniform and the Captain title he was still just the boy from Brooklyn, the one who wanted to always do the right thing, no matter the personal cost. Despite his preaching to others to not carry it all with them, he failed miserably to walk it out.

"You are a good man, everybody else knows it and it's past time you learn it too." You murmured, knowing it wasn't just this mention, but the whole subject of Bucky in general. Steve felt like he failed him, and in return, it projected its ugly head onto this mission. 

"I don't feel like one." He sighed but stayed intertwined with you. Regardless of how he felt about himself, it didn't change the fact that you were going to sit with him through every moment of it. 

Even if he stopped believing in himself, you'd always be here to do it for him, despite whatever hell this dug up.

[rosygaze]

help wanted!

pairing: johnny storm x assistant!reader

summary: it’s your first day at your new job and a certain cocky blonde helps you out.

word count: 2.2k+

note: not me getting attracted to a blonde man 😔 the f4 trailer kickstarted my mcu hyperfixation again so i had to get this out of my system. might be the start of a lil series of one shots based on this pairing 🤭 also i ignore the fact that joseph wears blue contacts for this. i simply do not accept baby cow eye erasure 🙂‍↔️

“You got this. You got this.” You whispered to yourself in the comfort of your car.

Job hunting was going poorly and you were getting desperate when you saw the ad on the paper. An assistant job. That didn’t seem too hard. Get some coffees, organize files, schedule meetings. You could do that.

What you couldn’t do was freaking rocket science. You could just imagine the look on your face when your potential new boss told you that you’d be working with her at the space center. Why didn’t you read the fine print before going to this interview? She was kind enough not to laugh in your face when you explained that you didn’t have any experience in that field. She just gave you a kind smile and moved onto the next question.

You thought that was it. You blew it. But a few days later, you received a call to let you know that you got the job and that they'd be sending you an information packet soon. You might’ve squealed into the poor receiver’s ear.

Now, here you were in your car, bouncing your leg anxiously and staring at the giant facility that housed rocket ships. You sighed and flicked through the folder in your lap.

After going through everything for the fourth time this morning, your watch read 20 to 9. That seemed early enough to look competent, but not too eager. Another deep breath and you stepped out of your car. You slung your bag over your shoulder and clutched your folder to your chest like a lifeline.

A loud screech made you jump. Your head snapped towards the sound and saw a bright red convertible pulling into the parking lot. A cloud of dust trailed behind it as it pulled into the spot across you. Your curiosity was piqued.

Only the back of the driver’s blonde head faced you so you couldn't make out his face. He adjusted the rear-view mirror and looked at his reflection through a stylish pair of sunglasses. The stranger ran his hand through his hair, and it fell perfectly back in place.

You knew you should get inside but you couldn’t help but stare a little longer. That backfired on you when he peered over the tops of his glasses and you saw big brown eyes looking straight at you, corners crinkled in amusement. The driver killed the engine and you held your breath. He opened the door and long legs stretched out of the flashy car.

He wore nice shoes, khaki trousers, and a well-fitting blue dress shirt. You trailed your eyes further up and saw that he took off the glasses, placing them on top of his perfect hair.

He was handsome.

“Hi.” He called out and looked you over, lingering on your legs. Your fingers reached down to the hem of your skirt and pulled it down ever slightly.

“H-hello.” You stammered and scurried off towards the building. Mentally, you were hitting yourself for stuttering.

“Hey, wait!” You didn’t stop. Gravel cracked behind you and you made the mistake of turning around. You saw him running after you, catching up immediately. “You new here?”

You nodded. “First day.”

“Figured.” He sped up a little until he was a couple of steps ahead of you. He started walking backwards so you could see the devilish smile he put on. “Would’ve definitely remembered you.”

You nearly tripped over your heels.

And he clearly noticed.

“I’m Johnny.” He stopped and held a hand out for you. You hesitated before slipping your hand in his. You gave him your name and tried not to notice how nice his calloused hand fit in yours. “Pretty.”

A warm flush came over your body. You had to get inside quick. “It was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.”

“Which department are you in? Maybe I can give you a tour.”

“That’s very kind but, I know where to go.” You waved your folder in front of him. You didn’t know where you were going but you had a feeling that the longer you spent around him, the more you’d embarrass yourself. The door handle was just inches away from your grip but Johnny beat you to it.

“Sure, but I’m much better to look at than a boring piece of paper. More fun too.” He shrugged, putting his weight on the handle. You tried not to notice how the muscles under his shirt shifted.

“I'll take my chances with the paper.” You scoffed.

Johnny pouted and put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes and managed to squeeze your hand in the space between Johnny’s arm. Just barely able to grip the cool metal, you pushed the door open and he pretended to fall inside. You couldn’t even try to hide the silly smile on your lips when you walked past him. The lady behind the front desk looked up at you with an annoyed expression. You faltered in your step.

“Be brave.” Johnny whispered in your ear. You glared at him and he gave you a wink in return.

“Good morning.” You said with a bright smile. The receptionist didn't greet you back. She just gave you another withering stare. “It's my first day and I was told to get my badge here.” You continued.

“Name?” She snapped. You told her, a little taken aback by her tone. She slammed a piece of plastic on the counter and slid it towards you. “You know where to go?”

“Uh-“

She sighed, exasperatedly. “Take the elevator to the right down to basement 3. Turn right down the hallway, take two rights, one left, and it’s the 5th door on your left. Got that?”

“I-“

“I’ve got her, Marge.” Johnny popped up beside you, a thousand-watt smile on yet again. “You have a day as beautiful as you.”

‘Marge’ made a disgruntled sound, looking less than pleased. She gave him a withering look and went back to her work. You shuffled after Johnny to escape Marge's wrath.

“Bet you wish you took up my offer now, huh?” Johnny hit the button to call the elevator.

“Is she always like that?” You kept your voice low in case she could still hear you.

“Yup, haven’t managed to crack her yet but, trust me, it’ll happen one day.” He held up a finger and looked far away, dramatically. Silly. You thought. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Johnny put a hand on the frame and gestured for you to go in. “Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do you remember how many turns you have to take?” He raised a brow. You paused for a second too long. He chuckled at your hesitation. “I’m going that way anyways. It’s no problem.”

You wanted to turn him down again but you knew you would just get lost and be late on your first day. Having someone who knew this place to show you the way would be the most logical decision.

Plus, you were slowly learning that you liked brown eyes.

“Okay.” You went inside first and Johnny followed. He pressed ‘B3’ and the doors closed. Your nerves settled in again once the elevator rumbled as it descended down. You tapped a finger against the folder. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel Johnny’s gaze burning in the side of your head. You turned and saw him leaning against the wall, studying you. “What?”

“You nervous?” He nodded towards your finger.

“Who wouldn’t be?”

“Me.” Johnny cocked his head. You shook your head incredulously. “You know who you’re gonna be working for?”

“Susan Storm.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You narrowed your eyes. “You know her?”

“I do.” He crossed his arms. “What are you gonna do for her?”

“I’m her new assistant. I don’t really know what to expect.” You sighed.

“You’ll be fine. She’s nice, really.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Johnny held the door open for you again and let you go out first.

“Are you sure? I only met her once during the interview.” You followed Johnny’s lead as he took you through the maze of your new office.

“Positive. She’s a bit of a hard ass sometimes but she’s one of the smartest people I know so she has a right to be. Don’t tell her I said that. She’d never let me live it down.” Johnny’s hand hovered over your upper back to guide you to turn right when you were about to turn left. “So if she chose you, you must be someone special. I wouldn’t worry.”

“That actually makes me feel a bit better.” Johnny gave you a reassuring smile and you noticed your fingers weren’t fidgeting anymore. “What do you do here?”

“I’m a pilot.” He said, nonchalantly, but you noticed his chest puffed out just a tad.

Your eyebrows shot up. “A pilot?”

“Impressed?” Johnny’s smile turned into a smirk.

“Trying not to be.” You teased but you genuinely were.

“Once you see my skills, you won’t be able to resist.” Innuendo dripped off his words and he looked way too pleased with himself. Johnny led you through two more turns and presented you with an unlabeled door. “Et voila, your new home.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” You said, genuinely. “There’s no way I would’ve found this on my own.”

“No worries.” He leaned against the door and gave you that smile again. The same one that had you tripping over yourself. “But… if you ever wanted to repay your knight in shining armor, maybe you could join me for dinner sometime?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not knowing how to respond.

“Johnny!” A voice saved you from your own embarrassment. You looked over Johnny’s shoulder and saw Susan Storm walking towards the two of you. She had a stern look on her face as she stared at the man in front of you. “No flirting with my assistant.”

“I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.” He winked at you.

Susan put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him behind her, standing in between the two of you. Her bright blue eyes turned to you and gave you a warm smile. “Hi, it’s so nice to see you again.” You shook hands.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Ms. Storm.” Her eyes crinkled as her smile reached her eyes.

“Oh, please, call me Sue.” She put her other hand on top of yours and squeezed. Now, you felt stupid for being so nervous. “I see you've met my brother, Jonathan.”

“B-brother?” You looked at Johnny and back at Sue, finally noticing the similarities between the two. Blonde hair, same noses, similar jawlines. Fuck. Were you flirting with your boss’ brother on the first day?

“Younger brother.” Johnny supplied.

“Ah.” You nodded. He was clearly trying not to laugh.

“Hope he wasn’t too much of a bother.” Sue squeezed your hand one last time before letting go.

“He was very helpful actually.” She tilted her head at you and looked back at Johnny, who just shrugged.

“See? I’m helpful.” Johnny told his sister.

“Then go be helpful inside. Ben’s looking for you.” Sue cocked her head in the direction of the room. Johnny rolled his eyes and moved towards the door.

“Fine.” Johnny turned those brown eyes to you again. Something in your stomach fluttered when you locked eyes. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

“Johnny, what did I say!” Sue hit his shoulder.

“Ow!” He rubbed his shoulder and stumbled through the door.

“Sorry about that. If he ever makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I’ll hit him again for you. Now, let me show you around.” Sue gestured for you to follow her.

You followed your boss through the door and your jaw dropped as soon as you saw what was inside. Behind the nondescript door was a big hangar. There were computers everywhere and various metal parts in every corner. But the piece de resistance was the rocket ship in the middle of the room. It was as shiny as it was tall. You’d never felt so small in your life.

“Whoa.” Was all you could get out. You craned your neck back to see the pointed tip of the ship.

“Ain’t she a beauty.” Sue sounded proud. “That’s the Marvel-1. Our baby. We’re taking her up to space soon.”

“You are?” You walked further in and saw workers walking around, carrying different parts towards the rocket. Banging and clanging sounds echoed through the big space.

“Mhm. It’ll be a small team. Just me, my husband, Reed, our friend, Ben, and Johnny.”

You couldn’t help but scan the people’s faces, trying to get a glimpse of the blonde again but no dice. Is it weird that you were disappointed?

“That’s amazing.” You looked back up at the rocket. “I’ve never seen a rocket in person before.

“You’ll be seeing a lot of them now.” Sue put a hand on your shoulder. “Now, we have a lot of work to do before that thing is ready to launch and I’ll need your help.”

“You can count on me.” You stood up straight.

“I know I can. That’s why I chose you.” Sue smiled at you. You wanted to prove her right. And most importantly, prove to yourself that you could do this. “Ready to take on your first task?”

You nodded, eagerly.

You got this.

[fickle-tiction]

The Scientific Method

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish?!” “Well now, that seems like wishful thinking.” "No way, are you crying/begging?"

"Clark!" Bruce barked, his body jerking away without his consent and sending his hips crashing into the workbench in front of him. Everything in him was screaming at him to try to sink through the floor, even as he turned to face Clark with a glare that has sent plenty of men running. He kept his blush at bay through sheer stubbornness. He would not help Clark by embarrassing himself any further.

"Bruce." Clark breathed, a Cheshire cat grin slowly stretching over his face. His hand was still hovering midair, where moments ago he bad reached out a hand to steady Bruce as he prepared to slip by him. He was utterly caught off guard by the gasp and flinch combo that it caused. "Don't tell me you're ticklish..?!" He said slowly, as new pathways formed in his brain, mapping out all the possibilities this discovery just opened up.

"Okay, I won't." Bruce huffed, making sure to knock shoulders with Clark as he stalked past him. Well. That had been the plan, anyway. Unsurprisingly, he was stopped by the solid wall of muscle that was Clark Kent's chest.

"Not so fast." Clark was meeting Bruce's every attempt to get around him with a simple side-step to keep him backed up to the table. "I have a hypothesis. What kind of scientist would I be if I didn't run some tests?"

Bruce glared at the cocky smirk Clark was throwing his way. He was suddenly regretting his earlier refusal to come upstairs for dinner, informing Clark that he was running an experiment and it would be a waste if he didn't run his labs and test out his hypothesis. Of course, Bruce being Bruce, he spoke to Clark like he was 4 years old when he said all of this, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

"One that doesn't get a chunk of kryptonite shoved into a very painful orifice."

"B, I love it when you talk dirty to me."

The indignity of Clark getting the last word was almost worse than the utter humiliation Bruce felt when a shriek left his mouth without his permission. It sounded somewhat like "Clark" and somewhat like a banshee.

"My hypothesis is that Bruce Wayne, The Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, is secretly a ticklish softy." Clark had to raise his voice to be heard over the strangled laughter pouring out of Bruce, and the clatter of equipment on the table that was being jostled by his violent squirming.

"i'm go-hohoho-ing to fucking ki-hihihihihi-ll you." Bruce was doing his best to growl through what seemed like endless waves of laughter. Clark's arms were wrapped around his middle, one hand squeezing up and down his flank as the fingers on his other hand gently scratched any surface they could reach.

"Test number one: complete." Clark eased up on his tickling, allowing Bruce to catch his breath. It did nothing to slow the wild hammering of his heart, but he wasn't struggling against Clark's loose hold, so he figured it was more out of embarrassment than it was fear or discomfort. "Your sides are ticklish." He informed Bruce, smirking at the growl rumbling in his chest.

"Great. Are we done here?"

"What's the rush? You seemed to want to take your time earlier."

"That was important-"

"So is this. Diana's going to want to know if you have a human side after-all."

Bruce's response was once again cut off as one of Clark's hands migrated to stomach, fingers gently prodding into the muscles there.

"Test number Two: Does the Batman have a ticklish tummy?" Clark laughed in delight when Bruce's ears instantly burned red.

"This. Is. So. Childish." Bruce said through gritted teeth, refusing to let the laughter flow as he struggled against the arm wrapped around his torso and holding him in place.

"Maybe if I introduce a new variable." Clark pretended like he was talking to himself, but it was very much said to mess with Bruce. He yanked Bruce's shirt out of the waistband of his pants, smirking when Bruce cursed lowly and flexed his stomach muscles as Clark's hand made contact with his bare skin. "Yes, this should do." Clark mused, reveling in the muffled laughter already coming from Bruce before he even began moving his fingers.

"You're such a di-hihihihihihi-ck." Bruce laughed, trying a new tactic by burrowing his body backwards into Clark's chest. Naturally, that just made it easier for Clark's fingers to roam across his stomach, making a quick detour into the caverns of his bellybutton and spending some time there when Bruce squeaked.

"Wow." Clark laughed, mercifully giving Bruce a break after a few seconds of that treatment. "I didn't know you could make that noise, B."

"I am going to drown you in a pool of liquified kryptonite." The fact that he was practically boneless as he leaned back against Clark's chest when there was nothing keeping him there took some of the heat out of his words.

"Test number Two: Complete. The Batman does indeed have a ticklish tummy." Clark's laugh was cut short by the elbow jabbing sharply into his gut. "If you wanted to do a third test, you just had to ask. No need to get violent." Clark's arms once again wrapped around Bruce's torso so he couldn't leave, and Bruce was kicking himself for not pulling away when he had the chance.

"Now where to perform a third test." Clark hummed, resting his chin on Bruce's shoulder as he scanned his friend's body. His feet would be the obvious next choice, but he was enjoying having Bruce pulled flush to his chest, and more than that it seemed like Bruce didn't mind the position either. He didn't want to go and spoil it by laying him out on the floor to torment his feet. That just seemed cruel.

"How about I run a test on you, so we can compare data?" Bruce suggested, testing the strength of Clark's deceivingly loose hold. Unsurprinsingly the arms around him did not budge.

"Well now, that seems like wishful thinking." Clark huffed out a laugh, breath tickling over Bruce's neck and sending the taller man lurching away with a gasp. "Oh?" He asked, chest filled with glee as a blush quickly appeared on Bruce's neck and continued onto his cheeks.

"No." This was the first time Bruce sounded serious, which Clark deduced meant it was a well-known spot. "Clark." He already sounded like he was trying to hold his laughter at bay, and Clark had yet to do anything but tighten his arms around Bruce's waist so he couldn't slip away.

"Bruce? Anything you want to tell me before I run my final test?" This was said into the side of Bruce's neck, setting off an immediate bout of squirming and high-pitch sounds that the dark knight could not keep in despite his closed mouth.

"I will give you a million dollars to forget this ever happened."

"Well now my curiosity is piqued." Bruce was doing his best to knock Clark's face away using his own head, his body squirming at the feeling of Clark's lips just barely ghosting over the delicate skin of his neck. "How does the whole playboy thing work, if people can't even touch your neck?" This was emphasized by Clark suddenly freeing up one of his hands to drag a single finger down the other side of Bruce's neck. Bruce shouted, nervous laughter bursting out of him for a second before he got it somewhat under control.

"They usually take the money." He was still too proud to admit he didn't let his guard down like this in front of most people, thus they never got a chance to see this side of him. (The rare times someone did tickle him, whether on purpose or by accident, they didn't have the ability to hold him down and make him take it. And, wow, he would be exploring his feelings about this later. Alone.)

Clark purposefully laughed into Bruce's neck, and then laughed some more at the giggles Bruce had no choice but to let out. "You know I have to do this, right?" He was still speaking directly into Bruce's neck, and Bruce's sanity was hanging on by a thread.

"Do wh-hahahaha-what?" Bruce asked, knowing he probably would not like the answer. Or, even worse, he would like it and would have to address those feelings, at least to himself.

"Something tells me no one has ever done this to you before." And if Clark was right then he was in for a real treat. "I'm so happy I could be your first, B."

This whole thing with Clark getting the last word was really starting to grate on Bruce's nerves. He could not dwell on it though, because Clark's lips were suddenly on his neck and he was blowing hard, lips vibrating against his sensitive nerve endings. This was it. After 20+ years of being Batman, Bruce was finally going to die in the line of battle (because this meant war, Clark.)

"StopStopStopStopStopStopStop" Bruce chanted, wild laughter bursting out of him. He was trying to fold in half to escape the endless raspberry, but Clark's arms were stubbornly holding him up. Bruce's eyes were squeezed shut, and he could feel something wet running down his face. He shrieked when he felt fingers dancing along his collarbone on the opposite side of his neck, and it felt like the nervous laughter bubbling out of him would never end. "Cla-hahahaha-rk ple-hehe-please please!"

Clark had paused to draw a breath he didn't need, knowing the anticipation of it would mess with Bruce even more. He stopped when he noticed the tears gathering in the corners of Bruce's eyes, a few having leaked down across his cheeks. "Are you crying?" He asked, arms immediately letting go of their hold on Bruce's torso.

"Shut up." Bruce muttered, no real heat in his words as he wiped at his eyes, staring at the salty liquid on his fingers. He felt his face grow impossibly hotter at the realization that he had in fact been crying, albeit unknowingly.

"Did I go too far?" Clark seemed to shrink in on himself, no part of his body touching Bruce's as the other man quickly gained control over his breathing again. "It was just..so unexpected. I didn't mean to.." He trailed off, suddenly embarrassed at the state he left Bruce in.

Bruce's cheeks were still dusted with pink, there were tears still gathering in the corners of his eyes, the front of his shirt had been unceremoniously yanked out of his pants and left untucked, and his hair had fallen out of it's carefully tousled style. He looked wrecked, for lack of a better term. He also looked confused at the sudden loss of arms around his torso. And why did Clark look like a kicked puppy?

Bruce stared at Clark in silence, taking in the nervous expression on the other man's face. His arms were drawn in close to his sides, back slightly hunched as though he were trying to make himself appear smaller. The uncertainty and guilt were written clearly on his face. It was clear that the "no-touching" signals Bruce usually threw off were causing him to think he overstepped. The embarrassing accidental tears and begging probably didn't help.

"Have you drawn your conclusion?" Bruce asked, voice a bit scratchy due to the unexpected and unusual amount of laughter.

"I--look, I'm sorry. I got carried away, but I can forget this ever happened."

Bruce raised a single eyebrow at that. "It's too late for that." Clark seemed to hunch in on himself even more. Bruce ran a hand through his hair to attempt a quick fix before sticking his hands in his pockets and leaning casually against the workbench. "The money's off the table. You blew it." An easy smile appeared on his face as Clark uncurled himself at the playful tone.

"You're not...mad?"

"Oh, if you ever touch my neck again I will find a way to kill you." Bruce said it so matter-of-fact that Clark couldn't help the surprised laugh that slipped out.

"Noted." Clark would definitely be tickling his neck again, and they both knew it. Bruce all but gave him permission to do so. "Stomach and sides are fine, though?" He teased, taking a step closer with his hand outstretched.

Bruce's muscles tensed up, but he remained leaning against the desk for appearances sake. "Not if you want to keep that hand."

Clark let it drop...for now. "To answer your question; yes. I did reach my conclusion. I have to amend my hypothesis, though." Clark smirked at Bruce's enquiring sound. "You are extremely ticklish." Bruce grunted at that, his trademark scowling making a reappearance. "And a big softy."

"I think you're the first person to ever call me that." Bruce mused, slapping Clark's hand away when he stretched a finger out towards his neck.

"I made you cry from tickling and you forgave me a minute later." Clark was delighted to see a pink dusting gracing Bruce's ears and cheeks again.

"I wasn't crying." Bruce scoffed. "My eyes were watering from the unexpected sensation of...whatever that was."

"The raspberry?" Clark asked, amusement written clear on his face.

"The--" Bruce stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry, partly to explain it, but mostly to make Clark laugh.

"Oh, this is the start of something special, B." Clark sighed, clapping Bruce on the shoulder. "I take back my earlier statement." Bruce resisted the urge to shrug Clark's hand off his shoulder. "I have not yet reached a conclusion. This question requires further research."

That got Bruce moving. He stood up straight, hands coming out of his pockets as he put a few feet of space between them. "Alfred will kill us if we're late for dinner."

"Dinner was 2 hours ago." Clark informed a genuinely surprised-looking Bruce. He really did lose all track of time when he was working. "Anyway, my research was incomplete. I can't determine if you're ticklish without testing all available variables."

"I could just tell you." Bruce offered, hastily taking a few steps back when Clark slowly started advancing on him.

"That would be corrupted data. You're biased. I need to run my own experiments." Clark put on a small burst of speed to deposit Bruce onto the couch he and Diana bullied him into putting into the cave.

"What are you--CLark! Leave my shoes alone!" Clark was sitting on Bruce's shins, slowly untying his laces and slipping his shoes off his feet.

"It's for Science, B! Now tell me, on a scale of your sides to your neck, where does this land."

Bruce's cursing and muffled laughter echoed off the walls of the cave.

[goldenboywrites]

Apollo turned at the sound of Cassio’s voice; he eyed his best friend for a moment, trying to decipher the look on his face. He still didn’t know why there was thick tension between them or why he felt like Cassio had his guard up. He didn’t know what happened, but there was one thing Apollo was sure of. Cassio was the one who had knocked him out. Everything pointed to that. Apollo had woken face down on the floor; he imagined he had been blasted backward, considering the broken table pieces surrounding his body when he was in the basement. He knew that Oliver would never be able to take him down physically; Isaac wouldn’t be able to bring himself to do it. That left Cassio. His closet and oldest friend. He was the only one with enough training to catch Apollo off guard.

But with that, Apollo knew, deep down, that Cassio would only physically attack him if he had exhausted all other options. He hated not knowing what had happened or what he had done, but there were bigger things than the past. His primary focus was on Theo’s future. 

He moved past Cassio and threw the clothes in his hands on the dresser. “We both know what my next move is,” He said, reaching up and grabbing the back of his shirt, pulling it off his body in one fluid motion. “I’m going to track down that fucking monster and make sure he can never lay a hand on that boy again.” He turned to look at Cassio after pulling on his shirt. “We both know men like him don’t stop. He’s probably working on tracking Theo down as we speak. I can’t..” He swallowed hard, turning away from Cassio and focusing on dressing himself. He popped open the button of his jeans and slid them down his legs, exchanging them for more flexible, black-fitted pants. “I can’t,” He tried again, shaking his head as if that would do away with the overwhelming bubble of emotion he felt. “I can’t let Alexandria’s sacrifice be in vain, Cassio.”

Apollo bent down, tugging a small chest from beneath the bed. After waving his hand over it, the chest popped open. He pulled a dagger from it, sheathing it in the strap at his thigh. “I don’t expect you to come with me,” He said as he stood back up, turning to face Cassio, studying his face for details about what was wrong between them. “Especially not at a time when you can barely look at me. I take full responsibility for what I’m about to do.” They had done things like this before, back during their uni days—always the two of them, always together. He was the only person Apollo trusted to have his back. It would kill him to do this alone, but he would for his son. 

“But I’m asking that you don’t stand there and lecture me or try and stall me. You saw what Theo went through. It’s written all over your boyfriend’s body. We're all in danger if I don’t act now, and he tracks us down, including Oliver. All it takes is that fuck demanding a DNA test, and Theo goes back to him. And,” Apollo cleared his throat, feeling the thick swell of grief overtake him. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots over to him, slipping them on, and lacing them up tightly. “And Alexandria…wherever her body is deserves to be properly buried. Theo might one day need a place to be with her. She doesn’t deserve to be in an unmarked grave. So,” He stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s it going to be, Cassio?”

If anyone knew what was about to happen, it was that blonde helping the other two get up those stairs. The headache threatening to explode from behind his eyes did little to help his irritation with tonight's events. And even more so because he just wanted to be with Oliver. After everything he just wanted to relax and unwind and process what happened throughout the day. And mostly, he just wanted to decenter himself from the world and enter his own.

It felt like an eternity once the three of them got into the room and Oliver settled onto the bed. This wasn't the first time they'd spent the night. Could be the last. And so it was nice to see that Oliver could at least relax enough. Isaac was prattling on about a possible concussion and it only made Cass feel worse for him wanting to leave as quickly as they'd gotten in. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed while Oliver was fussed over and he couldn't help but smile at it. Even with as frustrating as this all was, that man was still able to put a smile on his face and he loved him all the more for it.

Cassio scooted in and pressed a soft kiss to Oliver's cheek, giving Isaac a soft smile. "I'm going to go check on Apollo an make sure he's okay and not going to jump off the house or find another mystery for us to solve in his spare time." Oliver gave a soft whine in protest but Cass shushed him and insisted he'd be back quickly. Though he didn't miss that look that Isaac leveled at him but he was far beyond worrying about that small of an issue. Well, that small to him anyway.

It felt like he had blocks on his feet, the walk over to their bedroom was agonizing. At least this time he wouldn't have to worry about seeing Apollo's bare ass this time. A sigh of relief left his lips as he slipped in the still open door and found the little boy asleep in the bed. "Apollo?" He whispered, noticing some movement coming from the closet and he took a step towards it and then another. Part of him was still very on edge from earlier and the behavior he'd displayed earlier but honestly, he seemed less ... horny. "Apollo, what the fuck are you doing in there?" He questioned a bit louder this time, putting his hand on the door and pulling it fully open. His brow furrowed seeing his friend just standing there with clothes in his hands. Maybe they both really needed to sit down and figure their shit out.

[sirenmoth]

Monster Mash - Centaur

Not dead :) got a tag for the series now CW: Large cock, fisitng, belly bulge, cumflation, breeding bench, darcryphilia, humiliation, dumbification, cum as lube, please use lube if you're gonna do something like this

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The barn was always a welcomed place, it was nice and quiet, the centaur was always great company, joining as you both lazed in the stacks of dry grass and hay or under a tree in the pastor, talking about whatever came to mind or running around in the open field to get some exercise. He sometimes let you ride on his back as he ran, letting you wrap your arms around his neck for support as the wind whipped around you two.

Inside the barn was nice and cosy, piles of hay with blankets on top to stop the hay scratching your skin sat in the back and took up nearly the whole wall, in one corner, a decent space between it and the walls, was a bench, with restraints parallel to each other at the back and a metal bar hanging high above it. There was some fluff lining inside the cuffs to prevent chafing and burns, the perfect height and comfy enough to spend hours laying on top of.

Normally after a riding session out in the hills you'd blow off some of that excess steam and adrenaline, and today is no different. Once you’d made it back to the barn, your Centaur lover helped you off his back and down onto the hay covered floor to allow you to stretch your legs a bit. “Did you see the baby birds and their mama?” you ask, stretching your limbs and pacing around in circles to get the blood flowing back into your legs.

The Centaur nods, “I did, cute little things.” He replies, “Should be able to fly soon, I think.” His eyes never once leaving your form. Watching as you stretched and paced around, the baggy shirt you took from your vampire lover fell down just about mid-thigh and left nothing to the imagination each time you reached your arms up high, the open v shape collar left unlaced and showed off just the right amount of chest.

“You know there are other ways to stretch.” He drawls out, puffing his chest out. “More interesting ways.” Craning your neck upwards to look at the Centaur, giving him a big toothy smile. Already knowing what he was thinking, slowly, you walked backwards while maintaining eye contact until you felt your back high the side of the bench, it was a bit higher than you but not by a lot, it was designed to reach just below the Centaurs stomach.

“Can I have a lift,” you ask, a slight tug of a smirk at your lips, “please?” adding your best doe-eyed look for good measure, knowing your lover would crumble at the sight of your pout as you struggle to climb onto the bench.

The sound of hooves trotting against hay and dirt, then two large, callous hands gripped your waist tight, lifting you off the ground then placing you on the bench so you were facing the Centaur. Giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck, peppering soft butterfly kisses along his cheeks and towards his lips, continuing in slow movements as your tongues dance together. The Centaur moves to the end of the bench, twisting your body so you're straddling the comfy leather, legs gently placed into the straps and tightened into place to not cause any injury. 

That’s what you love about him, despite being half horse and can crush a tree with ease, the Centaur was always so gentle with you, carefully caressing every inch of your skin as he slowly opened you up to take his massive cock. Today was no different, once you’re bent over with wrists and ankles secure, ass up and hole exposed to the beast behind you. Feeling his hand drift over your ass, sliding towards your presenting entrance and barely slipping a finger in. The dry feeling stung as you gasped at the brief intrusion, the Centaur pulled out his finger and trotted over to a small shelf on the wall filled with everything you would need to take his cock deep until an outline showed in your stomach, and you were sure you could feel him in your throat.

The sudden cold chill of lube dripping down your flushed skin, pooling in between your cheeks combined with the Centaur pushing two fingers, knuckle deep, without warning made a loud whine leave your mouth, legs pulling against the restraints when he added another, pushing in slowly in a dazed manner. Another finger joined inside you, it's almost embarrassing how quick you came, his fingers curling in the right spots that you make you sing.

“Taking my fingers so well, aren’t you?” The Centaur huffed, obvious amusement in his tone. “Gonna get you nice and stretched for me, need to feel you around my cock.” 

Then the push of something big, his fist, you can feel his clenched knuckles drag against your walls, the feel of more lube drooling down your skin to ease the prep while tears swell in your waterline. The restricts click and shakes from your movements, the sound of the small metal buckles bucking from your kicks and pulls as the Centaur pushes in and in, going to his mid-forearm, pausing his movements to hold in arm inside you as he petted and playful swatted your asscheeks. 

Trying to regain a calm breath, only for the arm to be pulled from you, leaving you gaping and open. Hooves hitting the hay-covered concrete floor, then a strong underbelly pushes against your back as what you’ve learned from months of taking it, the Centaurs cock glides over your skin, stopping around the middle of your back, you feel the large head and drip of pre move around as he adjusts,

“Take a deep breath for me.” 

You comply, sucking in a deep gulp of air, holding onto it as the flared head of the Centaurs dick enters your gaped hole. You moan at the sensation, deep meditating breaths as you take inch after inch after inch until the sound of full, heavy balls hitting your skin. Groaning in unison, you feel a bulge in your stomach that rubs against the bench with each deep stroke, disappearing and reappearing, you can’t tell if it hurts or not, if it’s pain or pleasure dulling your senses. The Centaurs pace quickened, pulling the front of the half horse body onto the metal bar hanging above the bench, pushing further inside your now ruined hole to the point it feels like you can feel him in your throat. 

“Ple-mmm, more~” you beg, turning your head sideways to look back at the giant cock rearranging your guts as best as you can, drools slipping from the side of your mouth and tears stream out from your eyes. The feel of lube and pre coat your hole and thighs, casing a wet plap sound with each hard thrust. Gasping at the now rough but slow strokes, the Centaur drives in deep each time, making you clench, another orgasm adds to your dulling senses, and you were positive your brain could leak out your ears if it could.

“Gonna make me cum too soon if you keep doing that, little one.” He grits out, your clenching hole stimulating him, a subtle way of begging for his cum, already knowing you’re too cock drunk to properly ask for anything, the Centaur knows you’re limp against the bench and hanging onto the cuffs for dear life as you take his cock again and again. The Centaurs thrusts speed up, no doubt leaving your ass red and sore from the force of his underbelly, deep groans through gritted teeth, and he still his thick cock deep inside you, his balls and underbelly flatting against your skin as load after load is pumped into you, causing your stomach to swell from sheer volume of the Centaurs cum.

A loud huff as he lets go of the metal bar and the two front legs of his abdomen are now back on the floor. You whine at the added pressure to your back. Slowly the Centaur moved backwards to pull his cock out, trying to be as gentle as possible with your state, once he succeeded, a small stream of white batter began pouring out of your hole. The restraints were undone, and you were delicately lifted into the air, into a decently sized metal tub that is already half filled with water. 

“Sleep now, little one. I’ll take care of you.” the Centaurs voice stretched deep inside your barely conscious mind, you tried to protest, but your eyes are too heavy, so a little nap sounds like a good idea right now.