#would YOU beg buck to see you as an option after everything? especially if you had eddie’s trauma? i don’t think so

[eddiegettingshot]

sorry the whole eddie should choose buck thing is just so wack to me LMFAO like first buck got with taylor when eddie got shot and then buck said to eddie “she really sees me” and then buck told eddie “i kinda can’t stop thinking about him” after acting like a freak and people genuinely act like it’s eddie’s responsibility to pull some kind of meredith grey pick me choose me love me shit when he’s been right there for buck all along, including buck in his life in a way he does with nobody else, showing buck how much he wants and needs him around, saying the things he knows buck needs to hear. yeah i don’t think so lol. let buck rub a couple of brain cells together for once

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: San thought he would have the upper hand here; you prove him otherwise. Pairing: switch!San x switch fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: dom-sub undertones, choking, edging, begging Word Count: 1,229

Chapter 2: Bikinis & Bathhouses ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 4: A little pain never killed anyone.

Originally, San was going to stay back at the local beach with Mingyu and Youngkyun today. Jaehyun managed to convince him to come to the nearby city instead. He didn’t know what there was to do around here. He just let Mingyu choose the location and everything; he was getting a nice vacation at less than a full trip would cost on his own. Even when he and Jaehyun got to the club, he knew he had no intent on getting any alcohol in his system. People-watching could be just as fun as being in the moment and not remembering it the next day.

That’s when he saw you sitting in the corner of the room doing the same exact thing that he was planning on doing. After weighing the options, he abandoned his friend and sat with you.

“Can I help you?” you scoff.

“If you really want to, sure.” he teases back, “What has you people-watching instead of enjoying yourself?”

You shrug, “Sometimes being drunk isn’t as fun as you think. You?”

“Same reason, I guess. You live here, on the island?”

“Yeah, I moved here a few years ago. Island life is a lot simpler than the busy city. I’m a bartender here. It makes things a lot easier, especially with my apartment upstairs.”

San nods and starts looking out at the crowd. Most people are severely drunk already despite it barely being mid-afternoon. He can see your eyes on him out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t say anything; instead, he observes the small club. He manages to find his older friend in the crowd. It’s amusing just how social Jaehyun can be while also being one of the least social people in their friend group. After a few moments, he finally caves and lets his impulsive thoughts win.

“Wanna ditch this place and give me an apartment tour?”

“Big talk for someone who doesn’t even know my name.” you tease.

“You don’t mine either, but here we are.” he chuckles, placing a hand on your thigh, “I’m San.”

You tell him your name and take his hand off your thigh. You hold his hand and stand to guide him towards the stairway beside the bar toward your apartment. The moment you punch in the code to your home, San has you pressed up against a bookshelf in your entryway. You look at him with lusty eyes. You lean in, ready to kiss him, but he pulls just far enough away that he’s out of reach and smirks at you.

“You want something, pretty?” he asks, voice laced with lust.

“Kiss me.” you breathe out.

San leans in and kisses you with as much passion as he can muster up, “Care to show me your bedroom first?”

You nod against his lips and push forward to guide him. All while you’re still in the wraps of a heady kiss. You’re surprised you don’t walk into something on your way down the short hallway. Your back ends up against your bedroom door, San’s kisses now trailing down your neck. He reaches next to your hip and opens the door. His hands then find purchase on your waist to guide you to your bed.

You find yourself lying on your back with San on top of you. His hips are flush against yours. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans. You’re so ready for him to fuck you. He seems to want to take his time, though. You know he thinks he’s in charge here, but that’s simply not the case. You move your hands up his torso in the guise of wrapping them around his shoulders. Instead, you grab a handful of his hair, pull him back from your throat, and close your legs around him, flipping him over, so you’re seated in his lap.

“Did you think I was gonna go down that easy, pretty boy?” you giggle with a slightly sadistic tone.

He just whimpers in response and bucks his hips up into you. You let your hand fall down around his throat. It just rests there for a moment while you gauge how comfortable he is right now.

“Are you okay if I choke you a bit? Maybe edge you too?” he nods, “Use your words.” you clarify, rolling your hips slightly.

“I’d like that.” he practically whimpers.

“Good boy,” you smirk, “undress for me, then we can have some proper fun.”

You’ve never seen someone strip so quickly and get back to their spot on your bed. You take your time getting your clothes off. You can hear San trying to swallow whines, hoping you move faster, even slightly. When you do get back to your bed, you sit between his legs and gently run your nails along his thigh. You eventually bring your hand to his painfully hard member. The moan he lets out is beyond pornographic. It sends a rush through your body. Your hand strokes him slowly, almost too slow if you ask him. San throws a hand over his eyes, and that’s when you finally move.

“Don’t you dare cover your eyes. Look at me.” you demand.

Your free hand moves his arm away from his face. He looks absolutely debauched despite having only jerked him off a little bit. He furrows his eyebrows slightly and whimpers again when you pay extra attention to his tip. The hand that had been occupied by his arm now shifts down to his throat and gently squeezes around it.

He tries to thrust up into your hand again, and you just chuckle at him. His breaths grow shallow and labored. You hardly have to do any work. He’s thrusting up into your hand, chasing any pleasure you allow him.

“I- I’m gonna cum,” he moans. You take your hand away from his cock completely, “no, no, no, wanna cum.” he whines, “Please let me cum.”

“I told you that I’d edge you, pretty boy. Be patient for me.” you remind him. You tighten your grip around his throat, and his eyes roll back slightly at the pressure, “Now, are you ready for me to touch you again?”

He nods vigorously and lets out different pleading statements. You wrap your hand around his shaft again and move at a fast pace. He moans loud enough that you worry that people downstairs may hear you. It doesn’t take long for him to get close again and when he warns you about his impending high you give him the permission he so desperately wants. He jerks under you as he cums. You keep your same fast pace that he claims is too much but also wants more of.

When he slowly comes back to you, he’s panting. He smiles a goofy kind of sideways smile that makes your heart flutter slightly. He seems completely unbothered by the cum across his torso. Just as you assume he’s going to ask your permission to fuck you, he throws a curve ball at you. He lunges forward, making you fall back onto the bed again. He presses his torso against yours and kisses along your neck. The feeling of his cum now on your skin feels odd but not unwelcomed in this situation.

“Time for me to return the favor, pretty.” he nearly growls in your ear, “Hope you can handle it.”

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[the-bau-quinjet]

My Name Isn't

Summary: You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them at Tony's team building karaoke night.

Warnings: some swearing and drinking

Word Count: 3187

a/n: This was inspired by my love of the classic using karaoke to express your feelings trope and the song My Name Isn't by LOVA. I did change the lyric "yours" into "doll" though because it made sense in the story.

"Not a chance, Wilson." Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve walked into the room, unbothered by the familiar sounds of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes arguing.

"C'mon tin man, you afraid you're gonna lose?' Sam couldn't help but tease the super soldier.

"It's a stupid bet! Steve tell him it's a stupid bet." Bucky stared at his best friend, silently begging for him to agree.

Steve's tone could only be described as exasperated when he responded, "what is it this time?"

"I bet Barnes and Noble over here," Sam stopped talking to dodge the book Bucky threw at him, "that I could get Y/N to kiss me before he could, and he's too chicken shit to take the bet."

"It's a stupid bet!" Bucky was gearing up to throw another book when Steve chimed in. "I don't know Buck, it could get you to finally act on your feelings for her."

Bucky rolled his eyes, responding with his typical denial "I don't have any feelings, punk."

Sam and Steve shared an obvious "this man is lying" look before turning back to Bucky.

"Fine, Cap since Bucky won't take the bet, will you?" The mischievous gleam in Sam's eye shown through as Steve weighed his options.

"It is a pretty stupid bet, but I'm doing this for you Buck." Clapping Bucky on the shoulder, he turned to Sam. "I'm in." As Steve went to shake Sam's hand, Bucky gave in.

"Fine! Fine. All three of us. The first one to kiss her wins." Bucky reluctantly agreed.

"Now, what does the winner get?" Sam posed the question, mischief clear in his eyes.

-

The first time you had an inkling that something was afoot was your training with Steve and Bucky later that same day. Steve wasn't overly touchy or anything that would make you uncomfortable, this is America's Golden Boy after all, but he kept calling you "honey" or some variation of it. You'd throw a punch and rather than correcting your form in his usual commanding Captain voice, he would feed you a random compliment followed by a "try it like this hun."

You left the gym confused and with more energy than one would typically have after training with Steve Rogers. Luckily for you, Nat and Wanda noticed it too.

"What was that about?" Wanda asked as soon as the three of you were out of earshot.

"I don't have a clue." Your expression of complete confusion was enough to convince the two women you were telling the truth.

"I always thought Barnes had a thing for you. I wouldn't expect Steve of all people to try to mess that up. Especially with how obvious you are!" Nat chimed in. You've never regretted anything more than getting drunk and admitting your feelings for the brunette super soldier to the two women.

"Ugh, are the two of you ever gonna forget about that?" Your question was rhetorical as you nearly slammed the door to your room, but it didn't stop the two women from shouting "not a chance" and "only if you tell him" through the door.

-

The second time you noticed the weird behavior was the next day. You were running through some basic defense moves with some new Shield agents when Sam walked in with Bucky.

Now, normally Sam avoids you in the gym because he knows you'll kick his ass. All your time spent training with Nat mixed with your advanced perception skills meant you are a force to be reckoned with in the gym. This time though, he asked to spar before running through his typical warm up routine.

"You sure, Wilson? I wouldn't want to bruise your ego any further." You joked with him, unsure of his motives.

"Oh I'm sure, baby. Do your worst."

So you did. You had him on the mat in 4 minutes even, not letting the "baby" comment phase you until later in the night when you were with Wanda and Nat.

"First, Steve keeps calling me honey. Now Wilson is in on it with baby! What the hell is going on?'

The three of you shared identical shrugs, choosing to ignore it for now in favor of girls night.

-

Your days continued with the random comments from Sam and Steve. Of course, after the first 24 hours you noticed a pattern emerging. The two men would only use the pet names if Bucky was in the room. If Bucky couldn't overhear what was being said, everything was normal, but all bets were off if he so much as stepped in the room. It was constant affection and compliments from the two men.

You were thinking about the pattern you'd discovered, along with what it could mean, when Tony barged into the common room like a man on fire.

He surveyed the room, noting the presence of nearly every team member. The only three missing? Sam, Steve, and Bucky. You had a feeling they were most definitely up to something. "Oh perfect, most of you are here already! I have decided we don't do enough team building. Saving the world is stressful and we deserve to relax, so... drumroll please!" He waited for an extended period of time, until you, Wanda, and Vision gave him a lackluster drumroll. "That could use some work, but I'm not going to let it bring me down. We're doing karaoke! I rented out a bar for tonight, so clear your schedules ladies and gentlemen! We start at 8."

To say he was met with mixed results would be underselling the range of reactions. Nat looked ready to kill him. Thor was so excited, he reminded you of a golden retriever playing fetch. Most everybody else fell somewhere in the middle.

"Y/N, be a dear and let the three stooges know would ya? I don't know where they are and I don't feel like finding them." Tony didn't wait for a response before leaving the room just as rapidly as he entered it.

"I guess that's my cue. I'll be back and we can at least get ready together?" You looked to Nat and Wanda for confirmation before leaving to find Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

-

You checked Sam's room first because it's the closest to the common area, but there was no sign of life. Steve and Bucky's rooms sat similarly untouched. You went to the gym, the pool, the game room, and circled back to the kitchen but they were nowhere to be seen. Finally, you gave up the impromptu game of hide and seek asking FRIDAY where they were.

"FRIDAY, do you know where Steve, Bucky, and Sam are?"

"Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, and Lieutenant General Wilson are on the roof." The AI responded so fast, it had you wondering why didn't just ask her 40 minutes ago when their rooms were all empty.

"What the hell are they doing on the roof?" You huffed as you made your way back to the elevator.

"They are the discussing the terms of their bet." FRIDAY's response surprised you. You hadn't meant to actually receive an answer, but now that you did you were curious.

"What bet?" You continued the line of questioning as the elevator rose to the roof access point.

"The three made a bet to see who could get you to kiss them first."

Suddenly, all the pet names and compliments made sense.

"Son of a bi-" You cut yourself off as the elevator door opened, leading you directly to the three men in question. They turned abruptly, clearly caught off guard by anyone coming to the roof.

"Finally. I've been looking for you three everywhere!" You kept the new found information to yourself for the time being. "Tony decided we're doing karaoke tonight. We're supposed to be at the bar he rented out by 8pm." You smiled, taking in the slightly guilty expressions on each of their faces. Even if FRIDAY hadn't told you, it would be painstakingly obvious you caught them talking about you.

"Thanks doll, we'll make sure we're there." You felt the butterflies in your stomach at the pet name, but quickly shut it down. You wouldn't be giving in to their bet that easily.

"No problem, see you boys soon." You winked, pressing the button to bring you back to the main floor. You had a plan to make after all.

-

"Well, it's karaoke why don't you just sing a song to call them out on it?" Wanda suggested another idea as you all got ready to head to the bar.

"That could work. You just need the perfect song." Nat chimed in, quickly applying some mascara.

"Wanda, you're a genius, and I think I have just the one." You grinned, pulling the song up to play while you finished getting ready.

-

Upon entering the bar, you immediately started second guessing your plan. That is, until the pet names came out to play. Sam was back at it with calling you baby, and Steve right there beside him with honey.

When you put your name down to sing, Wanda and Nat were right there with you, hyping you up and providing some liquid courage. Four drinks in and you finally felt just tipsy enough to actually follow through with your plan.

With the encouraging words from Nat and Wanda playing through your mind, you walked up to the stage, pulling up your chosen song on the karaoke machine.

You decided to play the beginning of the song off as a coincidence, not wanting to clue the guys in too early.

"One, two, three have been staring at me. It's been going all night."

You made eye contact with Nat and Wanda, fully relying on the feminist in you to knock these guys down a few pegs. By the time the chorus rolled around, you were ready.

Making direct eye contact with Sam, you put as much sass as possible into the next line.

"My name isn't 'baby,' you cannot say whatever you feel like. I am not the things you call me."

Switching your target from Sam to Steve, you kept going with the performance.

"My name isn't 'honey,' I will always do whatever I feel like. Honestly, you don't know me."

Clearly the three of them realized you knew about their bet, but you were on a roll. Switching focus to Bucky, you switched up the words a little bit to put him on blast as well.

"My name isn't... doll. My name isn't... doll."

The girls must have filled in the rest of the group, because you now had Bruce, Thor, Vision, Tony, Pepper, Clint, Wanda, and Nat cheering you on. They were whopping and hollering in agreement with the lyrics.

"We ain't got the time for you messing around so cut the deal."

"Cut the deal!!" You heard Tony yelling out as an echo, shaking your head with a slight chuckle.

"So don't come here and say, 'boys will be boys.' Behind every act there's always a choice."

The three men in question at least had the decency to look ashamed of their actions. Of course, that wasn't enough for you to not put them on blast through another round of the chorus.

The high from calling them out wore off right around the line:

"Do you really think that you can get your way by playing the same game."

Singing those words made you realize exactly what just happened. You held it together, put up a front long enough to get through the last chorus. Singing the last line to Bucky, you felt like your emotions were all over your face. The annoyance that the bet existed. The pain at him being part of it. The love you'd been trying to hide. All of it felt like it was right out in the open.

"My name isn't... Doll. My name isn't, my name isn't... Doll."

You took a quick bow in thanks for all the applause, before running off the stage. You didn't stop at the table with Nat and Wanda, nor did you stop for the three men trying to apologize. You made it outside, running about five blocks before even taking in your surroundings. Noticing a McDonald's, you sent a quick prayer that the ice cream machine was actually functioning before ducking inside.

-

The team stood with mouths hanging open at your sudden departure.

"What the hell just happened?" Tony posed the question to the group, knocking them out of their stupor.

Bucky was the first to follow you outside, his panic growing when he didn't see you leaning against any of the brick walls.

"Where is she?" Steve asked, spinning in circles right alongside Bucky while the rest of the group filed out the door.

"I don't know!" Bucky turned on Steve and Sam. "I never should have agreed to that stupid bet. Dammit!" Running his hands through his hair, he took off down the street calling a quick, "I'll look this way" over his shoulder.

He moved quickly down the street, keeping his eyes peeled for your sparkly, dark red dress. He looked through the windows of the many store fronts as he passed them. About five blocks later, he was about to turn around, assuming you went a different direction when he saw the familiar golden "m". A memory from about three weeks ago was quick to flash through his mind.

The team just came back from a two and a half week mission yesterday, meaning Tony was bound to throw a party today. It went about the same as most Tony Stark parties go; a lot of schmoozing until most guests left and the team could actually let loose.

You let a little looser than normal at the after party. After the mission required you to pretend to be married to Bucky, you felt like you deserved it. It was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings from him, especially when he insisted on walking you to your room after the party.

In a last ditch effort to avoid any drunk escapades, you asked him to take you to McDonald's instead of your room.

"Please Bucky?" You asked, drawing out the words and adding a small pout for good measure. "I just want a McFlurry and some fries! Please!"

"Sure, doll. We can go to McDonald's." You jumped up and down clapping, hugging him as you praised him for being so kind.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the nicest, most perfect man to ever live. Let's gooooo!!" He smiled at your antics, leading you to one of the many cars Tony kept stocked, not quite trusting you to ride a motorcycle at the moment.

After getting the food, the two of you ate together in the car. You, of course, insisting he try dipping the fries in the ice cream.

Reluctantly, he admitted it wasn't that bad before driving the two of you home. He dropped you off at your door, receiving a whispered "thank you" and a quick kiss to the cheek from you.

He smiled at the memory before walking inside. He found you in a booth toward the back, unsurprisingly dipping fries into your ice cream

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." You didn't even look up when he started speaking, choosing instead to study the m&ms in your dessert. "Really. It was a stupid bet. Hell, I didn't even want to do it, but then that punk and birdman teamed up against me and I couldn't let them do it without me! It would've killed me to know one of them kissed you. It was so stupid and I should've just shut it down. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much more than that." He trailed off, waiting for you to say something.

You gestured to the seat across from you, pushing some fries toward him. "It was a stupid bet."

You waited until his mouth was full before asking "Why would it have killed you?" Watching him nearly choke on his fries was oddly satisfying.

"What?" He tried to deflect the question. You shook your head, passing him a napkin.

"You said it would have killed you to know one of them kissed me. Why?" You looked him in the eye as you ate another fry.

"Well, you see, I... um, maybe have um... feelings." It was his turn to stare intently at the m&ms. He mumbled a quick "get yourself together" under his breath before continuing. "I like you. Hell, I think I love you. I don't know when it started, but suddenly you are all I can think about. I worry about you constantly when your on a mission without me, even though I know you can take care of yourself. I see little things that remind me of you everywhere. Like yesterday, I saw a buttercup on the side of the road and I couldn't stop thinking about the time you spent a good twenty minutes ranting about how spring is the worst season."

Suddenly, you were on a tangent. "Because it is! It's always raining, it's muggy, it's always freezing in the morning and way too hot in the afternoon so you have to carry all these extra layers-"

"I love you. That's why it would've killed me. I don't even want to think about you with another-"

It was your turn to cut him off, doing so by leaning across the small table to kiss him. It was quick, but you still felt fireworks.

"I love you too." Your words were sweet, but shifted when you said the rest of your sentence. "I just have one more question." The smirk on your face made him nervous, but he was more than willing to answer anything.

"What do you get for winning?"

-

After talking with Bucky, you texted Nat and Wanda to let them know you were okay and the two of you were headed back to the compound. You beat everyone else back, but decided to wait for them in the common area.

Steve and Sam came in with their heads low, struggling to make eye contact.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. We never should have made that bet." Steve started, aware of all the eyes on him.

"Me too. It was stupid and thoughtless." Sam added on.

"It was, but you are forgiven." You reached for Bucky's hand, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Bucky told me the winner of your little bet gets to pick the music for all forms of travel on the next three missions." You grinned at their confused expressions. "Bucky, being the winner, has so graciously bestowed that gift to me now. Get ready boys. I'm talking High School Musical. Hamilton. I'll have the two of you singing Taylor Swift in the shower." You, along with the rest of the team, laughed at their expense. Their grim expressions had you smiling, "oh please, I know you secretly love it!"

"Now, I have to go to bed. I have a date tomorrow." You winked at Bucky before sauntering off down the hall, the cheers of your teammates following you.

[katsukisprincess-archive]

need | kiribaku x reader

a/n: jo asked me to reupload this from her birthday last year! for @lady-bakuhoe

summary: kirishima is hit with an aphrodisiac quirk on the job and bakugou knows exactly who can help him out.

pairing: mostly kirishima x reader, slight bakugou insert

word count: 2.3k

warnings: nasty. dubcon, rimming, fisting, implied pegging, dirty talk, squirting, slight threesome

“Shut up, shitty hair, you’re going to wake her.” 

“I can’t help it, dude, look at her.” 

The voices peaked through your consciousness, followed by a cold whisp of air that caused bumps to rise on the exposed skin of your leg. You let out a groggy noise, finally allowing your eyes to blink open to the scene in front of you. You tried to focus in and when the spinning shapes of morning turned into figures, you found it hard to believe that what you were looking at was reality. 

Katsuki Bakugou, your husband, was sitting across the room from you in a chair. His arms were crossed against his chest and he had a classic smirk on his face, already alerting you that something was off. What it was, you discovered, was the grown man in bed with you- one that smelled like battle and sweat and everything you didn’t want against your sheets. 

Eijirou Kirishima was someone you were very familiar with. He had been your friend alongside Katsuki since the Yuuei days and up through the present; he was at nearly every house function and worked in the same agency as Ground Zero. Kirishima was no stranger at all, but you just weren’t used to him in your bed. 

“W-What? Eijirou? Katsuki?” Your voice was so innocent, so meek, that it went straight to his already-stiffening cock. His reaction made your head snap to him, and then to your husband, and back and forth until Katsuki finally stood up at joined you at the side of the bed. 

His hot palm brushed your hair back while the other cascaded your stomach, easing the goosebumps from the open window. His lips came down to your forehead where he pressed a rough kiss before speaking. “Got hit by a quirk on the job today.” He motioned to your friend, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of your bare torso.

“And?” 

“Help me.” Eijirou rasped. “We joke about it all the time- fuck- right?” 

He wasn’t wrong. Conversations about your sex life were in no way private and in no sense of it all had Katsuki ever been closed off to the idea of his best friend joining in on the fun. You had just figured that when- if- it had happened, it would have happened on… different terms. 

But how could you say no to Red Riot on his knees for you, thick cock straining through his shorts and leaking through the fabric?

You crawled over to Eijirou as Katsuki sunk back into his chair on the other side of the room. Leaning back and legs spread, he watched as you closed the distance, your grabby hands urging Eijirou’s massive length out of his shorts. It was so large you could barely wrap your fingers around it, truly. He was bigger than Katsuki was, but you were sure that he had much less experience using it compared to his belligerent best friend. As you took in the sight of his meat, Katsuki was pulling his own out of his pants across the room. 

One upward tug on Eijirou was all it took for his first orgasm to hit him- and it hit him hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the mattress and over your thighs, marking you up for the first time that night. He came with a guttural grunt, but by the time he was finished, you could tell he was in no way even close to being satisfied. 

“Fuck,” Eijirou exclaimed, toppling you onto your back and laying his weight on yours, attacking your neck with his teeth and drawing blood on the first plunge. “This quirk. I’m sorry, shit, I can just smell you from here-” 

Eijirou pulled himself off of you to yank your lacy panties off of your frame. With a yelp your hips landed back on the bed and you watched in shock as he brought them up to his nose and smelled your essence that was dripping against the material. A visible shiver ran down his spine and you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together, strangely turned on by the sight of Red Riot sticking his tongue out just to suck on your panties. 

“Taste her, Eij, it’s like fucking candy.” Katsuki’s voice was strained, and it only fueled your lust further to see him lazily jerking his own girthy cock in his hands. It was one thing to fuck your partner, but it was near etheral to watch them pleasure themselves with an outside perspective. With his hair fanned back and dirt still sticking to his skin, Katsuki looked delicious. 

You didn’t have much time to think on your husband as Eijirou quickly tore your legs open, dipping his head down to lick a clean stripe up your folds. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and your thighs moved down to clamp around his head, but they were immediately slammed back open and shoved back against your chest by two large, hot hands. 

While unexperienced, Eijirou was passionate. He was moving so quickly and so harshly against your sensitive skin that you couldn’t keep up, instead deciding to crane your neck to watch him suck and slurp. His eyes would come up to meet yours occasionally, shooting you a desperate look from under lidded eyes. Mewls and whimpers fell from your lips like a song, and you were unable to stop yourself from bucking up against his face and forcing your juices to coat his cheeks and chin. 

“Get her ass, too. She’s a dirty little slut, aren’t you, princess? You want Eij to rim you?” 

Both of you on the bed groaned instantaneously at Katsuki’s lewd notion. Since Eijirou’s hands were planted flat on your thighs, it was easy for him to push you up and use his thumbs to spread your cheeks apart, your back arched into the air and your ass leveled with his mouth. His tongue moved to prod at your tight hole before he began running circles around it. One hand moved to rub at your clit at the same time, and before you could react, you were cumming. Eijirou groaned as your asshole flexed against his tongue and waited for you to settle down before dropping your back onto the bed once more. 

“You felt so good Eijirou, let me feel your cock~”

Before you could continue, he had slipped three fingers at once into your cunt. It was tight, and it hurt, but he looked absolutely desperate above you, holding his weight on one arm and pummeling his hand into your heat to chase you along. 

“You’re so fucking tight.” He muttered, his cock twitching as he watched his fingers disappear inside of you. A fourth finger was slipped in and you cried out loudly, your hands flying down to grab at his wrist. Pain soon fell into pleasure and Eijirou climbed up on the bed, resting his forehead on yours and fucking you until he was sure you were warmed up enough for his thumb as well.

“Gotta stretch you out, babe.” He was so deliriously lost in lust that he was unable to form full sentences, but you got the gist of what he was saying. Under him, his cock looked dauntingly thick, and you wondered how it would feel inside of you compared to what was now his entire fist inside of you. 

Tears broke the surface and cascaded down your face as Eijirou’s pace picked up, burying himself wrist deep inside of you. Katsuki couldn’t keep his eyes off of the scene- it was so fucking dirty and something he had been dreaming about for so long. Watching his best friend wreck his little princess was a fantasy buried deep in his brain that was finally breaking the surface. 

“Please, please, please, Eijirou, please-” Your begging turned into sobs, unable to hold back when he was stretching you further than you had ever been before. “Please give me your cock, Red Riot. Ple~”

The use of Eijirou’s hero name snapped something inside of him. 

You had never felt an orgasm hit you harder than your third of the night, almost immediately after you began swiping at your clit in time with his thrusting. Eijirou didn’t slow his pace as you began to gush over the sheets, squirting all over his torso. “That’s a good girl, fuck, babe. Fuck.” 

The feeling of his fist pulling out from you left you feeling empty. His hand was covered in slick and your stomach churned as he brought it up to his mouth and sucked off as much as he could before bringing it to your mouth and making you taste yourself. Dizzy and overstimulated, your eyes drifted to Katsuki, who was covered in his own cum and panting heavily. 

Eijirou was reaching a breaking point. He wanted- no- he needed to cum again, and while the idea of him shoving his length down your hot throat sounded like a dream, he couldn’t pass up the way your gaping cunt was currently clenching around nothing.

“Fuck her, Eijirou, or I’m going to do it for you.” Katsuki hissed from the other side of the bedroom, already growing hard again at the thought of either option. There was something so fucking sexy to him about watching you get thrown around and used like a fuck doll, not being able to say anything to complain with his friend’s massive frame towering over yours. 

“I haven’t done this much.” Eijirou muttered as he positioned his cock to your entrance and adjusted himself accordingly. When you gave him a questioning look, he continued. “Haven’t been able to fit it in.” 

His words partly made your stomach flip while also sending you into desire overdrive, causing you to help pull your legs apart to give a better view. You wanted to watch his girth stretch you once again, this time helping his current problem and getting your husband off at the same time. He already knew you’d be getting him back for this all at some point, especially when your eyes drifted over to see that it was just past three in the morning, but you were going to enjoy it while it happened.

Eijirou pushed the tip in slowly, watching your face for any signs to stop. You only dropped your jaw and whined, pulling your legs closer to you and trying to get a better view of it. His cock was fucking insane, truly, and it was an thought in your mind that was finally being satisfied. “You are huge, Red Riot.” 

With a grunt, he thrusted himself all the way in. You should have known that your games were misplaced, especially during a time where Eijirou was in a completely different state of mind. He didn’t really know that his dick was so fucking thick that is was going to split you in half, and when he crawled forward and slammed you into a mating press, you knew he really was completely oblivious. 

“Tight fucking pussy.” His words were sloppy, but the force in his thrusts made up for it. His thighs felt enormous on either side of yours and you wondered how much cock he couldn’t stuff inside of you as you felt nearly overwhelmed with the sheer weight of it. “Gonna fucking tear you apart.” 

Animalistic was an understatement. His thrusts were so loud that it rang through the room and between his noises and yours, you were sure you could be heard down the street. Katsuki had moved over to you, watching and jerking his cock. He slipped his fingers into your mouth, watching you suck down on him as his hand moved frantically. 

“Fuck her harder, Eij, she’s not crying.” 

You would be crying if you could breathe. He was so close to you, radiating so much heat and so much force that you were lost for movements. You laid limp as he took you, his cock dragging against your walls and stuffing you beyond repair. His mouth found your nipple and soon his hand found your other tit, giving both so much attention and bruising while still tearing away with his thrusts. 

Katsuki pressed his hand down onto your forehead, giving him access to see your tear-stained cheeks and watch as your face morphed into one of serious pleasure. He was bearing his teeth as he came closer to you, signaling that he was about to cum and it was going to be all over your fucked out expression. 

Eijirou pulled out at the same time, crawling up your body to angle his swollen cock at your face and join Katsuki in covering it completely. You stuck your tongue out to catch both of them as white strings coated you, both of their scents mixing and both cumming enough to leave you overwhelmed. 

After he was finished, Eijirou fell back on his heels before crawling off the bed and over to your dresser. You watched in curiosity, still covered in cum but realizing that Katsuki must have mentioned that was where your toys were kept. You didn’t know what you were expecting him to pull out of there, but it definitely wasn’t a strap-on. 

“It’s our turned to be fucked, don’t you think, babe?”

[mrsmctominay]

NSFW Alphabet for Marcus Rashford & Jesse Lingard

NSFW Alphabet- Marcus Rashford

Jesse is done here

A = Aftercare Marcus takes good care of you after sex. He runs you a nice hot bubble bath and afterwards he will rub body lotion over your red ass cheeks. He will make you a cup of tea of you're up for it and if not, it's cuddles for the rest of the night.

B = Body part He loves your eyes. The way they look up at him whilst you're on your knees with his dick in your mouth or the way they roll back when he fucks you good. Even the way you bat your eyelashes at him when you know you're being a bad girl in public.

C = Cum He attempts to make you squirt every time you have sex. He has managed to do it twice, but it's always his aim. He knows he's done an extra good job when you do squirt.

D = Dirty Secret He is dying for a threesome with Jesse but he is scared of the reaction from the both of you, so he keeps it hush hush. His dick in your pussy with Jesse's in your mouth is his dream view.

E = Experience He's had his fair share of experience in the bedroom, but giving him a little guidance every now and then never hurt anybody. Plus, he finds it sexy when a girl knows exactly what she wants.

F = Favourite Position Good ol' missionary. I mean, he could get off just from watching your facial expressions so watching them AND getting to fuck you is just a win win for him isn't it.

G = Goofy In Marcus' mind, there's a time and place for giggles and it's not in the bedroom. He's more focused on you reaching your high, and hurting you...

H = Hair He's never fully shaved, it's stubbly. He says that he feels too bare when it's fully shaves but you're not bothered because it looks good the way it is.

I= Intimacy Dirty, dirty, dirty. The marks left on your body tell their own story. He likes to have rough, dirty sex. The only time it isn't rough is if it is a special occasion or if you ask him to be gentle. Otherwise you always know what to expect.

J = Jack Off If he HAS to masturbate, he does so whilst imagining a threesome with Jesse. He has a few go-to scenarios but he changes it up every now and then.

K = Kink Marcus has a huge pain kink. Hearing you whine when he places a hard slap across your ass and seeing the mark it leaves is so so sexy to him. The sound of his hand attaching to your skin and the sting that rises over his palm is something else.

He also likes seeing you in ropes, tied up and helpless. Unable to help yourself. But this only happens when you've been EXTRA bad, if you've teased him a lot around his friends. He wants to see you begging for him whilst also being unable to move.

L = Location The bedroom is good enough for him, easy access to everything plus you know that any position is achievable. The couch is an option if he's feeling adventurous.

M = Motivation When you trace your fingers over his thigh or chest tattoos. His thighs especially. It fucks. Him. Up. Or when you catch an attitude. Being extra cocky makes him hard as fuck.

N = NO He doesn't want to take pictures/ film the moment. There's always a possibility that someone could see and he doesn't want anyone seeing his girl naked apart from him.

O = Oral He prefers to give. The way your thighs tighten round his head as he eats you out? Him having to force your hips down because they wont stop bucking in pleasure? Give it to him.

P = Pace Rough, just like I mentioned. He's all over dirty, rough sex that will make you scream his name. Sex that will end in your body jolting in overstimulation, every part of your body being sensitive to touch.

Q = Quickie He is okay with quickies but no way does he prefer it to normal sex. He can't do as much to you as he normally would. But if you're in a place where a quickie is absolutely necessary then he will do it.

R = Risk He loves taking risks. Fingering you under the blanket when Jesse is over is his go-to. Knowing that he could hear or see at any moment really turns him on. Especially when he hears you come up with a cover up story to explain the reason you gasped out of nowhere.

S = Stamina This man never stops. He could go all night long and not get tired. Mentally, he keeps a note of how many orgasms you've had and each time he try's to beat his 'record', so you usually don't stop until he's close to reaching it, beats it or if you fall asleep...

T = Toy He may as well be a sex toy vendor. From vibrators with bunny ears to collars with the word daddy on them to bright pink ropes used to tie you up. He's all about toys.

U = Unfair He is very unfair. Especially when you're tied up because he knows there is nothing you can do to help yourself. During the day, he definitely has his favourite things to tease you with. Reaching a cold hand up your hoodie when you're in the kitchen, placing his hand so far up your thigh that his pinky can reach your pussy, pressing himself against your behind when you bend over to get something... The list goes on.

V = Volume He's vocal in the sense of dirty talk. He says some very filthy things to you. Using pet names that he knows drives you crazy. Calling you his little slut and telling you that you're a dirty little whore.

W = Wild Card He secretly enjoys watching you get yourself off. Using the vibrators or dildo's on yourself or gently spanking yourself with a paddle. He really enjoys it.

X = X-Ray Everyone expects Marcus to be packing, and they would be right. It's very big, sore if he uses it wrong but majority of the time he does a good job.

Y = Yearning The roughness of the sex would depend on how often he needs it. If you have slow, romantic sex then he needs it more times in the week but if it's roughest of rough, he will give you some time off.

Z = ZZZ Everything, including you, has to be clean and tidied away. Any toys used will be left to soak in some hot water and you will be tucked in bed before he goes off to sleep.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Sunday Smut Concept #32

A/N: i can’t believe that i haven’t posted any smut for two consecutive fridays...it’s a bit weird tbh😂anyways, this one is crazy hot and I’m so happy that got past my recent writing anxiety a little bit to write a blurb for you guys bc this one is ✨spicyy✨it’s kinda loosely based on the “inspo” but who cares lmao...enjoy🙃

So this is hands down subby wife!y/n while older/ceo/daddy!harry is working.

Since Harry has been at home and working from his home office over the past couple of months, you’ve become incredibly needy for his attention. You were constantly looking for ways to have his eyes and focus on you and only you. From wearing the prettiest little dresses that Harry was absolutely obsessed with, to doing little things for him just to get a big cuddle or some kisses from him to say thank you, you made sure that you got some type of attention. Now along with being incredibly needy for his attention, you were also needy(well, more like desperate) for his cock. You just wanted to have his cock inside of you all the time. It could’ve been in your mouth, in your pussy, in your beyond tight second entrance, or even in your hand; that didn’t matter to you at all. All that mattered was that you got his cock. And right now, getting Harry’s attention and his cock were the only two things in your mind. You thought that you’d be able to be good and not disturb him for the entirety of the hours he’d blocked off for work but it was really hard. You couldn’t take your mind off of how good he made you feel first thing this morning. The memory of how hard he made your body shake, how he was able to make you beg for him to give you more and in one breath and make you beg for mercy in another lingered in your mind and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

This meant that you were going to were going to have to weigh what would make Harry “madder” per se; you touching yourself or bugging him while he’s in the middle of his work? Considering that you weren’t a big fan of really intense punishments, you decided to go with the ladder option. Harry was very picky with your pleasure. He wanted to be the only one who could perfectly and fully pleasure you. The only time he even considers allowing you to touch yourself is when the two of you have gone multiple rounds and he’s been unsuccessful at tiring you out. With that being said, you decided to have a go at bugging him. Before you went down though, you decided to slip on something that would make it a bit harder for him to say no. After picking through your drawer, you found the prettiest and softest set of baby pink lingerie that Harry couldn’t bring himself to rip off of you when you’d worn it before. He thought you looked too pretty in it for him to rip it off of you. So he didn’t. Which allowed for you to wear it again.

After carefully putting on the delicate garments, you adjust everything and you do a quick once over before skipping out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and to Harry’s office. As you got closer, your steps became slower and quieter, trying your best to keep some of the element of surprise in all this. When you reach the doorway, you stand quietly in the doorway as Harry continues on talking to his his employees through the screen. Instead of just lightly knocking on the door to get his attention, you decide to just stand there and let him discover your newfound presence in his office. Your hopes of not having to stand in the doorway half naked too long came true and within a few short minuets, Harry’s eyes were on you. When he sat back in his chair and looked up from the computer, his eyes and mind did an immediate double take. He didn’t know whether to address the fact that you were just standing in the doorway, the fact that you were pretty much naked and looked absolutely stunning, or the fact that his cock was growing in his pants. He also didn’t know whether or not he wanted to give your ass a couple swats for coming in when he was working or give you what you wanted. Either way, he was planning on enjoying this. 

After a good minuet of going back and forth between ogling you and paying attention to he meeting he was in, Harry finally beckons you over to him with his index and pointer fingers. When he does this, you immediately push yourself off from the doorframe and make your way over to him. When you round his desk, Harry is quick to stop you in your tracks before signaling you to get on your knees and crawl to him, keeping his eyes steady on the screen in front of him. Now obviously it was to protect your modesty and keep you from flashing his employees(even though he was pretty sure someone accidentally walked in on you two in his office before). But there was a bit of a selfish reason behind his quick signaling. He just really liked to see you on your knees, especially when you were crawling and needy.

When you finally make it over to him, you waste no time laying your head on his knee and bringing your hand up his other thigh and to his lap where his cock was fully hard in his pants. When you do this, Harry’s breath immediately becomes labored and he could feel a warmth rising though his body.

“M’sorry to cut you off but uh, how about we take a 15? Stretch your legs a bit, get some water, and then we can wrap up for the day.” He immediately interjects. Upon agreement from his team, Harry is quick to turn off his mic and camera before turning out from the desk and focusing back on you. “Now what are you doing down there?” He huffs, sitting back in his chair and watching as you bring yourself between his legs, beginning to rub your face against his clothed cock.

“Want daddy to play with me.” You whine, continuing to move your face against the bump in his lap.

“M’working baby.” He coos down to you, managing to steady his breath a bit. 

“M’throbbing for your cock.” You sigh. 

“Why don’t you come up here so daddy can feel.” He instructs, smoothing his hand around the back of your neck and giving you a slight squeeze. In an instant, you’re removing your head from his lap, lifting yourself from the floor, and straddling Harry’s lap, dropping yourself right onto his clothed cock.

“I think daddy wants to play too.” You giggle, pushing yourself against him a little.

“He does sweets, just after he’s done with work.” He pouts, raising his hand up to your cheek to give it a little pinch. “Now lift up f’me.” He instructs, tapping your hip with his other hand. Once you’re no longer sitting on him, Harry brings a hand down between your legs to feel around. As soon as his hand comes in contact with your panties, his fingers are met with a warm and sticky mess between your legs. Your panties are essentially ruined and he can almost feel a really faint pulse in the area. “You really are throbbing doll. And made a complete mess out of daddy’s favorite panties.” He observes and reprimands.

“M’sorry.” You whisper back to him bashfully.

“S’not your fault that this cunt of yours is so greedy.” He chuckles, giving a little pat to your barely clothed and completely sticky and puffy mound, causing you to jump a little. Keeping his eyes on the area between your legs, Harry pulls you back down and begins moving you back and forth against the hard bump that is his cock. As he does this, you can’t stop the little mewls and whimpers from leaving you mouth as you enjoy the amazing feeling of his hard cock against your achey cunt. “Feel good?” He asks huffs sweetly, trying to suppress his own moans that were bubbling up in his throat, shifting his eyes up to your face. Your eyes were snapped shut and your mouth just hung open, letting your sweet moans and whimpers leave your mouth as he (with your help of course) moved you back and forth against him.

“Incredible daddy.” You sigh happily. “I want more.” You continue on.

“Daddy wants to give you more doll, but he has to get back to his meeting in a couple minuets. Can you preoccupy yourself in here while daddy finishes up?” He states, continuing to let you rock against him as he cups your cheek.

“Don’t know how.” You moan, continuing to enjoy the feeling of his clothed cock against you. When you say this, Harry immediately comes up with a solution to your little problem. See, you tended to come into his office a lot, wanting to be taken care of and loved on by him when he wasn’t exactly able to. Even though he wanted to just drop everything and take care of his girl, if he were to stop what he was doing, he’d end up loosing his train of thought and it would take a really long time for it to come back. So with that being said, Harry kept something in his desk drawer that never failed to keep you preoccupied before he was able to play with you and give you his full attention. He kept a suction dildo that was a bit smaller than his cock in his desk drawer so that you could ride or suck on that while he took care of business. He’d simply hand it over to you, and you’d suction it to the floor and just play with it until he took it away and gave you the real thing. And that’s what he planned on doing now. As you kept enjoying yourself in his lap, Harry reached over and pulled out the drawer on his desk to reveal the dildo. He quickly pulls it out and brings it down to tap at your lower stomach in order to get your attention.

“Can you play around with this while daddy finishes business? I’ll give you a treat if you can.” He offers, bucking his growing cock up into you towards the tail end, holding the sizable dildo up between you two in the process. 

“Mhm s’so big.” You hum happily, wrapping your hand around the squishy and very sizable shaft of the dildo. 

“But not as big as who?” He asks, tugging back on the toy.

“S’not as big as you daddy.” You hum back sweetly.

“Good girl, gimme a kiss.” He “asks”, cutely puckering his lips for you to connect yours. Without giving it a second thought, you bring your face in to connect your lips with his for a quick, sloppy, and tongue filled kiss. “Now take all of this off, don’t rip it baby, and play with this.” He instructs, completely letting go of the toy and giving your nose a quick peck.

You’re quick to climb off of his lap and sit yourself on the floor, a little bit away from him so you wouldn’t be in view, where you suction the dildo to the floor. Once it’s as secure as possible, you stand back up and you push your messy panties down your legs. And instead of dropping them onto the floor, you place the sticky panties along with your bra onto Harry’s desk since he liked this set so much. When you do this, Harry is quick to pluck the panties from the little pile you formed, bringing the drenched fabric to his nose for a smell. When he inhales the intoxicating smell of your arousal, Harry couldn’t help but relax in his chair and bring a hand down to to his cock through his pants. He then brings the fabric to his mouth to suck on it and get a little taste of you.

“S’not fair to tease daddy!” You exclaim below him.

“Well it’s not fair to be a fucking minx while m’in the middle of work. But I let you get naked and have the dildo right? So the least you could do is let me have the panties. Now how about you get to using said dildo.” He says bluntly, dropping the panties back onto the desk and sitting up in his chair. Without saying another word, you lift yourself onto your knees and position yourself right over the toy. Facing him, you then begin to sink down onto the dildo, letting out a loud gasp when you feel it push past your entrance. “Now don’t go down too fast, wanna watch it disappear into that cunt of yours.” He says, continuing to palm at his cock as you take the dildo inside of you. 

“Feels so good daddy.” You sigh, enjoying the attention and feeling of being filled with something, even if it wasn’t Harry’s cock. In no time you’ve taken all of the dildo inside and as you begin to move yourself back and forth on the toy, Harry’s meeting is reconvening.

“I know it feels good baby, but m’gonna need you to keep quiet while I finish up in here.” He says, almost pleading with you to keep quiet.

“Okay daddy.” You sigh, beginning to pick up the pace of your hips on the toy.

“Good girl.” He praises before turning his camera back on and getting back into the meeting. 

Over the course of the next 20 or so minuets, there is an immense amount of tension forming in the room. While you’re having a good time bouncing up and down on the dildo and feeling amazing, you’re also trying hard to not moan too loud or at all. You had a hand loosely around your mouth as the other was flat against the floor to hold your body up. You could feel the toy really pushing up into you and you were in love with how the veins on the shaft felt against your walls. On top of that, you are fantasizing about how you’d ride daddy’s cock if he wasn’t in a stupid meeting. Those thoughts only intensified the pleasure you were giving yourself. You could’ve sworn that you were in heaven from how good you were feeling. Harry on the other hand was dying. For starters he made sure to keep his mic muted. He didn’t want to keep it on and risk you (or him at this point) making a sudden outburst from the “situation” at hand. On top of that, Harry had is hand pushed into his pants, palming and tugging at his cock, trying to relieve some of the mounting pressure as he tried so hard to focus on the meeting and not on you or his cock. He was trying so hard to keep his normal straight face and not give away the fact that he was on the verge of combusting in the middle of this zoom call as well. All he could think about was how good your cunt would feel wrapped around his cock and how good it would feel to just fuck you until you’re quivering below him again.

But even though it was an enormous challenge, you and Harry were able to successfully keep your little situation a secret. You and Harry were also able to push yourselves extremely close to the edge. Precum was beginning to bead at Harry’s slit and you were feeling a warm tightening sensation in the pit of your stomach. Once Harry’s meeting was officially over, Harry was quick to end the call. Once he was sure that it was all hung up, he immediately stood up and pushed his sweats down his legs. Over the past 10 or so months, Harry really came to embrace the whole business on top and whatever the fuck he was comfortable in idea. He also hastily undid his shirt leaving him naked as well. Instead of just sitting back down and tugging his cock until he came, Harry walks over to you and stands right in front of your heaving body. When you see his big cock standing proudly in front of you, you’re quick to wrap your hand around his shaft before stuffing your mouth with him. When you do this, Harry is quick to pry your hands off of his cock before wrapping his hands in your hair and thrusting his hips into your face a couple times, causing you to gag a bit and slobber around him. Once he’s used your mouth and throat a bit, he then holds himself in your throat one good time before pulling out completely. 

“Wanted to use that mouth of yours before I use your pussy.” He explains. 

“M’so close daddy!” You whine out to him, continuing to grind down onto the dildo.

“Well come on sweetheart. Want you t’cum around my cock while I cum in that sweet pussy of yours.” He grunts, reaching down to tug you up and off the dildo. 

Once you’re up and on your incredibly shaky legs, you’re immediately pulled up and into Harry’s arms. He then turns you both around and lays you right on the desk in front of him. Wasting no time, Harry pushes right into you, causing the both of you to let out a string of relieved moans. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of truly being full, and Harry was overwhelmed with how tight and wet you were. The both of you were at the very edge, extremely close to falling over and into your releases. Harry could feel just how close you were from the way you were clenching up and pulsating around his cock. It only took a good handful of hard thrusts before the both of you were falling apart at the seams. You were shaking and whimpering as you fell apart below Harry as you let go from the pleasure that was mounting inside. You let go so hard that you squirted all over him too. Getting his cock, part of his lower body, and his desk covered in your “heavenly drops” as Harry liked to call them. Harry too let go extremely hard, feeling thick rope after rope of his cum stream out of his cock and into the pit your stomach, painting your walls with his potent and creamy seed.

“Such a perfect and pretty little wife I have.” He admires through his pants once he steadies his breathing a bit, taking in your completely fucked out appearance. “So pretty, loves me so much, knows how to use a toy, has a perfect little cunt, lets me cum in her tummy, and lets me use her body. Absolutely perfect.” He praises. “Wanna have some more fun with daddy sweets?” He asks, bringing one of his hands down to fondle one of your breasts as he awaited a response. 

“Please daddy.” You shakily breathe out to him, feeling exhausted but ready for more. 

Masterlist

[onceuponabarnes]

Look After You

summary \\ reader looks after sub!bucky when he’s feeling lost

word count \\ 1.3k

warnings \\ light sub!bucky, safeword use (yellow), mentions of nudity, allusions to nudity

You walked into your bedroom in the compound, not surprised to see Bucky’s shoes and coat shucked off by the door, slotted away neatly with the rest of your things. You found him a moment later, sat cross-legged on the floor by your bed.

“Buck?” you asked gently, walking towards him gently. His head raised slowly, eyes coming to meet yours. His blue eyes were wide, empty, lost and searching. “You okay, baby?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered, voice catching around restrained tears. “I don’t think so,” he admitted, voice just as quiet as before.

“What do you need, my love?” you asked as you knelt down next to him. “What can I do?”

Bucky’s eyes met yours slowly, as though he had to drag them to meet your gaze. “Help me? You always do it right,” he all but whimpered.

“Can you tell me what you need?” you asked, voice never wavering from the calming tone you’d taken. Bucky’s wide-eyed, almost frightened, gaze gave you your answer. “Can you pick something if I give you some options?” you asked. 

Bucky gave a short, stiff nod, but a nod all the same. His eyes immediately seemed less panicked, a minute amount of tension dropping from his shoulders now that the burden of making decisions had left him. 

“Bath or a shower?” you asked, waiting patiently for a response.

“Bath,” Bucky answered almost immediately, bringing a small twitch of a smile to your mouth.

“Do you want me to join you? Or be alone?” you asked, already sensing what his answer was going to be.

“With me. In the tub. Please,” he practically begged.

“Okay, sweetheart,” you smiled gently. “Let’s go get it started. I’ve still got a few of those bath bombs you liked, would you like one in?” you asked as you took Bucky’s hand and let him through to the en-suite bathroom.

Bucky only nodded, sitting down on the small bench in the bathroom before picking up the box he knew contained your bath supplies. As you set the tub running, he routed through, sniffing everything he came in contact with. You couldn’t hold your snorts of laughter as his nose scrunched up at some of the stronger smelling products, eyes squeezing shut and his head gently shaking no if they were especially strong.

“This one,” Bucky said with certainty, holding up a soft lilac coloured bomb. You took the bath bomb from him, dropping it into the steadily filling tub carefully. Almost immediately, the soft smells of honey and lavender began dancing through the air with the steam.

“Up,” you instructed, voice calm and sure. You undressed Bucky slowly, savouring every minute that you got shrouded in the soft musk of Bucky. “You want to help me?” you asked as soon as his underwear was kicked towards the hamper, your voice honest and void of any flirtatious teasing.

Bucky didn’t answer with his words, instead reaching out to the hem of your t-shirt and taking it in between his metal fingers. He undressed you with just as much care and attention as you had shown him, fingers lightly skimming your body as he shucked your clothes.

You got into the tub first and held your hand out for Bucky to follow suit. Tony, ever the one for luxury, seemed to have installed the biggest bathtubs he could source when he built the compound. Even pressed up against your chest, Bucky’s feet could still float away from the edge of the tub and it was deep enough that the water lapped against the crest of his shoulders.

“Just relax, baby,” you whispered into his hair, bringing a hand up to run your fingers through it. You twirled small pieces of hair around your fingers before scratching at his scalp, alternating between the two until he was halfway asleep in your hold.

You let your fingers skim down his body, dancing over his collarbones and kissing the cup of his shoulder. A gentle drag down his sternum, a brush over the tight muscles of his stomach, traipsing down the V of his hips.

“Yellow,” Bucky whispered, eyes never opening, body never shifting.

You immediately pulled your hand away from the dip of his hip, letting it rest gently against the curve of his shoulder. “Talk to me, Buck,” you reminded him gently.

“Just don’t wanna do that tonight,” he told you honestly. “Liked it before you got too low, though,” he added.

“There’s my good boy,” you whispered, dipping slightly so that your words would brush over the shell of his ear. “Is above here okay?” you asked him, drawing a soft line from one side to the other over his navel.

“Perfect,” he hummed.

You and Bucky stayed in the bath until it began to temper out to tepid. “Come on, beautiful,” you urged, tapping at his side gently.

Once you were dry, Bucky started routing through the drawer he kept in your room, pulling out a t-shirt and some plaid pyjama pants. He handed the t-shirt over to you wordlessly before he started stepping into the pants. The bath had left his head foggy, meaning he had to hop once or twice to get into them properly.

“Please?” he asked, looking at the t-shirt in your hands before back to your bare body, concealed only by a towel. You nodded, dropping the towel and pulling the top over your head. You didn’t miss the small, smug smile that Bucky sported when he saw far down your thighs it skimmed.

“Get into bed,” you instructed. “I’m going to tidy up and empty the bath. Wait for me,” you commanded softly.

Once the bathroom was tidied, the tub was emptied and the laundry hamper was filled, you flicked off the bathroom light and headed back out to your bed.

Bucky was laid on his back, metal arm above his head, exposing the gnarled scar tissue on the underside of his arm and around his ribs. The duvet was sat on his hips, leaving you with the delectable view of shirtless supersoldier.

You made a point of returning into the room, not wanting to startle Bucky when you slipped in between the covers next to him. You brought an arm over his middle, ducking down to press a kiss to the mangled skin under his arm.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky murmured, and you felt the words reverberate through his chest as he spoke.

“I love you too, Buck,” you replied, pressing one final kiss to the raised edge of where metal met man.

“Can you hold me?” Bucky asked, finally averting his gaze from the ceiling and down to you.

“Little spoon?” you asked, a cheeky grin threatening to arise on the side of your mouth.

Bucky answered by rolling over, dramatically tucking his arms and legs up into himself just as you always did when he’d scoop an arm around your waist. Once he’d relaxed, you slipped an arm over his waist, letting it rest upwards on the right side of his chest.

You rested your cheek against the strong plaine of his back, the soft thud of his heartbeat providing you with an instant lullaby. “Anything else you need, Buck?” you asked him, voice already thickening with the thralls of sleep.

“Got everything I’d ever need right here, doll,” Bucky assured you, letting his metal hand rest over yours.

Once your legs were comfortably tucked together and you’d both settled comfortably, you dropped a kiss to the soft skin of Bucky’s back, just to the left of a small freckle. “Thank you, doll,” he murmured, voice dripping in slumber. “For always.”

“Always, Buck.”

[doubleleoenergy]

Medusa

She looked right through me, and I turned to stone. Medusa, Medusa, I've been here alone. And I crumbled to pieces my body, my weakness, is on the floor. And the wind will blow and blow, and I won't be here no more.

Pairing: Medusa!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of rape/almost rape, loss of virginity, fingering (female receiving), lots of smutty goodness

Word Count: 2122

Author’s Notes: I wrote this for the Greek Mythology Writing Challenge via: faeryloki. Using the prompt of Medusa. I was super nervous and excited to write this, I hope you all enjoy!

Natasha, Natasha, you REALLY shouldn’t be here. It’s not the first time she’s visited the temple since Athena’s wrath turned her into the VILE image that everyone feared, but she couldn’t HELP it. Something about returning to the place where she had lost EVERYTHING, the place where she felt so helpless and small when she now felt so POWERFUL sent adrenaline rushing through her veins.

Athena’s TEMPLE, who would’ve thought she’d end up here, but she just HAD to. Was she really going to pay her respects to the Goddess? To the statue of the woman who had clearly been ENVIOUS of her beauty long before her beautiful spirals turned to SNAKES? She should be pissed, but Natasha was only mad at POSEIDON at this point, the one who had raped her and sent her on her path towards pain and destruction.

Her calloused fingers reached out to touch the smooth doric column, running them up and down the simple fluting that ran vertically along the tall stone. She used to LOVE this place, loved sitting on the porch in front of the stone and gold deity inside. It was her safe haven, which was ironic given that Athena was KNOWN for being the Goddess of War. But Athena was so much MORE than that, she was badass enough to have been born by Zeus and Zeus ALONE. She was a beautiful virgin, something Natasha had once been TOO.

Natasha’s thoughts were interrupted by a blood curdling SCREAM drifting from the inner temple. Brows furrowed and footsteps remained light along the temple floor as she walked inside. That’s when she noticed the man and the MAIDEN.

The man was tall and muscular, his dark curls piled high atop his head. His chiton was slightly open, his body pinning down the SMALL woman below him. Her hair fell loosely down her back, her peplos ripped and tattered along the floor by her side, her chiton that was pinned in place pulled open to reveal her bare body underneath. The woman was MORTAL, but her body could rival any Goddess in the way that it was displayed perfectly against the porch steps.

“Please, I beg of you, let me go!” The woman shrieked, tears staining her rosy red cheeks. “I’m a VIRGIN, please.” The words brought Natasha back to her past, banging her hand on the column beside her as a way to demand the attention from the room.

“I believe the maiden wants to be let GO.” She snarled. The man released his hold on the damsel below, standing up and turning to face her.

“Oh yeah? And who are you to tell me what to-” He trailed off, eyes meeting hers, instantly knowing his fate. The serpents along her hairline stood in defense, hissing at the man who DARED to rest his eyes upon hers. His fate was quickly sealed, his body groaning as inch by inch was encrusted from his bare feet to the top of his head in STONE.

The woman who had just almost become the man’s victim watched in HORROR at the sight of him encapsulated in stone, her own body frozen where she lay in front of the statue of Athena. She wanted to pull her chiton tight around her body again, feeling uncomfortably bare in front of Natasha, but she couldn’t move her hands. Though she wasn’t STONE like the man, it was only her mind that kept her from moving. 

Her eyes moved from the now statuesque man to the other woman. The moment she set her sight upon Natasha she knew just who she was. Her chiton was TIGHT against her skin, her hourglass figure accentuated by the taut fabric. Brown sandals adorned her feet, her eyes following up to the woman’s face, the serpents moving side-to-side against her head.

“You’re MEDUSA.” She croaked, letting go of a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. The woman’s attention turned from the stoned figure to the damsel in distress again, taking a stride forward in the direction of her voice.

“That I AM, but you can call me Natasha.” She boasted. Natasha moved to stand in front of the other, hands resting on her hips. “And what was a beautiful maiden like you doing in here with such a VILE mortal as he?” Her head tilts, the serpents going back to rest against her skull.

Her heart feels like it’s beating out of her chest, glancing to the stone man and then back to Natasha. “I-I was just admiring Athena’s statue, talking to her...which I often do. The man came in after me, introduced himself and sat down with me. Before I knew it he...he…” Tears are welling up in her eyes, swallowing the large lump in her throat as she FIGHTS them back.

“Shh...it’s okay now my dear maiden...you’re SAFE…” Natasha cooed, dropping to her knees in front of the woman. “I’m surprised you’re even talking with me, most mortals would run away AFRAID of me by now...well, those of whom I hadn’t yet turned to STONE…” Natasha’s eyes roam the damsel’s body, licking her lips until she meets her gaze again. She still doesn’t see fear in them, not like how they looked at the man who had almost RAPED her.

Y/N manages to shake her head, not wanting to remove eye contact. Even with the serpents, Natasha was BREATHTAKINGLY beautiful. “No, I’m not afraid. You saved my LIFE. I am forever grateful to you, Natasha.” She doesn’t know why she moves to bow her head to the woman. She wasn’t even a real GODDESS like those who had temples made in their honor, but the Gods and Goddesses were not here to save her, not like NATASHA.

“Grateful, huh?” Her lips curl into a flirtatious smirk at the bow. “Well, would you like to SHOW me how grateful you are?”

The maiden bites her bottom lip, eyes darting from Natasha’s gaze to her plush lips and then back up again. She sits up, her chiton falling the rest of the way off of her shoulders, her face inches from the woman's. The serpents are silent, none jutting out to bite her even though she was so CLOSE. They didn’t feel threatened by her presence.

Natasha grips y/n’s chin in her fingers, her nails digging softly into the skin. She closes the gap between the two, velvet to velvet lips crashing together. This is the maiden’s FIRST kiss, Natasha can tell, especially from the way she seems to not move them at all against hers. Natasha is doing all the work, her tongue jutting out to help part the woman’s lips, crushing theirs more closely together. The rhythm Natasha has set helps the maiden ease into it, figuring out what to do with her lips as they continue.

The hand that once cupped the maiden’s lips moves down to cup one of her breasts, Natasha massaging the soft skin, eliciting a groan of pleasure from y/n. She’s never FELT like this, never been touched by anyone, and for some reason it made her feel an ache in her core that had never HAPPENED. Not sure what to do with her own hands, she moves them around Natasha’s neck, interlocking her fingers together to keep them in place. This breaks Natasha from the kiss, her lips trailing across the woman’s jawline and placing hot kisses along her neck. She pulls back, making sure she can look the maiden in the eyes once more.

“I need you to verbally say what you want, beautiful.” She herself had not been given the option to CHOOSE in the temple when Poseidon used her body, she would NOT let herself turn into a ravenous monster such as he was.

Y/N’s cheeks flush a bright red, her fingers careful against the woman’s neck not to touch the serpents, all eyes on HER. “I-I’ve never done this...any of this...but I want you to touch me.” She whispers. “Your touch feels so GOOD.”

A verbal okay to continue, that’s all Natasha needed before her lips crash against the fragile woman’s again, her hands moving to push her back against the open chiton she had once worn. “Then I will make you feel good with my touch...show you what it feels like to be a GOOD girl.” Her hands trail down y/n’s sides, her mouth kissing from her collarbone to her breast, taking a red nipple into her mouth and sucking softly on it. The feeling makes her other nipple harden, her back arching to get more of the woman’s lips on her. 

Somehow her body felt COLD from a breeze ripping through the temple, yet so hot under Natasha’s lips. Fingers moved down her y/n’s chest, reaching her outerfolds that were already sheen and glistening with wetness.

“My my...you may not know what to do but your body sure DOES.” Natasha takes her lips from the woman’s nipple and moves them to the neglected one, two fingers circling that bundle of nerves the maiden probably didn’t even realize she HAD below her legs. 

“Oh my goodness!” She cries out, her legs instinctively moving to close but Natsha’s knee nuzzles between them, keeping them apart.

“My beautiful MAIDEN, you mustn’t move. If you want to feel good, like I said before...you’ve got to be a good girl.” There’s that phrase again, good girl. She did WANT to be a good girl. Y/N’s fingers busy themselves in the ripped cloth of her chiton beneath her, trying to keep from bucking her hips into Natasha’s fingers. She wanted to do as she was told, wanted to FEEL good.

Natasha’s fingers stopped their motions against her clit, moving them to y/n’s lips. “Open.” She commands, the maiden below opening her mouth wide enough to let the fingers in. “Get them nice and wet for your cunt.”

A shiver runs down her spine, sucking on the thin fingers before Natasha decides they’re wet enough with saliva and pulls them away, moving one of the fingers down and pressing it between her folds. She can now feel the wetness she’d produced, using that and the spit from her finger to push into her.

Y/N’s eyes close tight, her walls also tightening instinctively around the finger inside of her. She’s not used to this, but she cannot help but feel thankful for the way Natasha was pleasuring her body. Once her body relaxes Natasha moves the finger in and out, warming her body up before she pushes the second finger inside. The serpent's hiss at the woman crying out in pleasure, moving along her head to get a better view.

“Look how PRETTY you look on my fingers, taking them in your cunt so well. It’s so tight, but you want them to fit, don’t you? You want to be a good girl and keep them inside.” Her pace quickens, the maiden’s moans bouncing off the stone walls of the inner temple. Natasha is clearly pleased with herself, eyes taking in the sight of the woman coming undone below her.

“Open those eyes, beautiful. Want you to see how proud you have made me.” Her eyes flutter open, her stomach in knots as she feels a tightness she has never FELT before. “Natasha, I...I feel weird.” She shushes her, eyes darkening at the thought of what’s to come.

“That’s a GOOD feeling, your body wants you to let go, to cum all over my fingers. And you can do that, I want you to do that as long as you LOOK at me.” Being the MEDUSA made eye contact not possible for most, others refusing to look at her just for who she was. The maiden, however, looked at her with WANT, with LUST, and she couldn’t help but feel powerful with all eyes on her for once.

Y/N’s body starts to quiver, a final cry slipping out of her mouth as her walls tighten around Natasha’s fingers, keeping her gaze on the woman above her as she releases her orgasm. The fingers inside her continue to pump in and out, coaxing her down from her release before they are pulled out, leaving the maiden feeling EMPTY.

Natasha sits up, towering further over the woman as her lips curl around her fingers, sucking the sweet juices from the skin. Once they have been stripped of their sweetness she pulls them out with a pop, a sigh of excitement leaving her lips.

“You did AMAZING, my beautiful maiden.” She moves her body next to the woman’s on the porch, eyes briefly meeting the gaze of Athena’s statue before she brings her attention back to her naked lover. “Now I want you to do what I just did to ME.”

[august-anon]

Here's a dialogue prompt if you want it... "More please?" with ler!Kravitz and lee!Taako?

I did not really edit this, please be gentle with me lol. Thank you for being so patient, I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you so much for the prompt!

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Ask and Receive

Fandom: The Adventure Zone

Ship(s): Taakitz

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Taako/Ler!Kravitz

Word Count: 1631 words

Summary: Kravitz is a bit too smart for Taako's own good. Taako should know by now that he can't keep secrets from Kravitz.

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It wasn’t fair how smart Kravitz was, in Taako’s extremely humble opinion.

It seemed like he could see through anything and everything. He had managed to dig up almost all of Taako’s secrets and slip through all his lies, white or not, and he had done it with such grace and gentleness that Taako couldn’t even be mad at him. In fact, it was almost disgustingly romantic, how he could see past Taako’s walls so easily.

But there were still a few secrets Taako held closely to his chest. A few secrets from their hundred years of plane-hopping, a few secrets he promised friends he’d keep (and as much of an asshole Taako knew he was, he kept his promises), and a few secrets of his own that he couldn’t bear to part with just yet.

Most of which were just painfully silly.

And one of which, Taako was beginning to think was more trouble than it was worth to keep.

A guy had cravings, after all. Cravings that Kravitz could easily solve with a few wiggling fingers and a handful of teasing words, or vice versa on some days. And it wasn’t like Kravitz had never tickled him, or that he had never tickled Kravitz, but it was always painfully brief. It left him feeling more starved than if he hadn’t had the playful contact at all.

But Taako was nothing if not prideful. There was nothing that would get him to admit it.

Well, almost nothing.

Because Kravitz was smart, as previously stated, and unfairly so. Kravitz picked up on Taako’s behavior. Kravitz was good at learning what made Taako tick. It was only natural that Kravitz would pick up on his little quirk eventually, try as he might to hide it.

So when Kravitz pulled back from his most recent tickle-attack (that Taako may or may not have deliberately provoked him into), eyeing Taako with a calculating look, Taako knew he was in trouble.

“I’m not so sure I should reward you for bad behavior,” Kravitz said.

Taako swallowed insteading of jumping straight into his defense, trying to keep himself from stuttering nervously. “Reward? You think that torture is a reward?” He asked.

Kravitz frowned, though there was a glint in his eye and one of his dimples was jumping. “I suppose I read your reactions wrong, then. Though, if it really is torture for you, I won’t do it anymore. I’ll have to find another playful punishment for you.”

A wounded noise escaped Taako before he could contain it. He slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, and felt his cheeks flush. Kravitz looked down at him and raised an eyebrow.

“That is what you want, isn’t it, Taako?” He said. “I wouldn’t want to torture you.”

Taako pressed his lips together in a thin line, huffing through his nose. He had just dug his own grave. Now he had two options: tell Kravitz the truth, or live the rest of his days under this lie and never get tickled by his boyfriend again.

And oh, how he wanted to be tickled by Kravitz. He had musician’s fingers, long and nimble. They could do wicked things to Taako, things that he spent hours daydreaming about. Taako watched as they tapped in a staccato rhythm against Kravitz’s knee, teasing and tempting. Kravitz knew exactly what he was doing.

But Taako was a stubborn elf. If his secret was going to be out, it was going to be out on his terms. He would not blush at Kravitz’s teasing. He was not giving in. It was simply… time to show his hand, so to speak. So Taako jutted out his chin, defiant and proud in the falsest of ways, and refused to hide behind his hands as he so desperately wanted to. He let his fingers twist into his skirt, the only outward sign of his anxiety, to keep his hands firmly in his lap.

“I don’t hate it,” Taako eventually managed to force out.

Kravitz raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you lied to me?”

Taako bit his lip. “Just a little.”

Kravitz crossed his arms, eyebrow still infuriatingly raised. “I’m not sure I should reward you for that behavior, either.”

Taako deflated, slumping into the couch and whining. He finally gave in, bringing his hands up to cover his flushing face, though he knew his red ears would give him away. He heard Kravitz chuckle and he curled into himself even further.

“Oh, come now, dear, don’t be like that. Maybe if you ask nicely, you’ll get what you want.”

Taako groaned and slipped further down the couch. He felt Kravitz shift on the couch, and Taako assumed he had turned toward Taako expectantly. Taako swallowed his pride.

“More, please?”

“More what, dear?”

Taako’s hands flew off his face. “Goddammit, Krav, just tickle me!”

Kravitz huffed. “I should make you ask nicely, but…”

Before Taako could process it, Kravitz had pulled his legs up so he was lying lengthwise on the couch and straddled his lap to pin him. Taako yelped and raised his hands in defense, but Kravitz quickly grabbed them and pulled them off to the side, out of the way. Taako’s eyes went wide as he gazed up at Kravitz.

Kravitz smirked. “Now that we’re past that stage of things, why don’t you tell me where you’d like to be tickled?”

Taako choked, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. Kravitz’s smirk stretched into a grin and a shiver went down Taako’s spine.

“Well? I can’t tickle you unless you tell me.”

Taako desperately wished he could cover his face. His ears flicked in embarrassment as he wiggled and squirmed under Kravitz, tugging on his captive arms. He had no escape.

Then again, he did ask for this.

“Stomach?” He practically whispered.

Kravitz’s free hand immediately travelled to his belly, untucking his shirt and slipping under it without hesitation. Taako was squealing before Kravitz’s hand even touched down. His body jolted when Kravitz started scratching at his stomach, his struggling and tugging on his arms getting even more weak.

Taako was a wizard, okay. He couldn’t be expected to break out of Kravitz’s grip, and especially not under these circumstances.

“You’re adorable like this,” Kravitz said over his laughter. “I don’t know why you tried to hide it for so long.”

Taako wanted to tell Kravitz to shut up, but he was sure that would earn him another bout of I shouldn’t reward you for that, so he wisely kept his mouth shut. Metaphorically, at least. Physically, his mouth was open in a bright, giggly grin, and he had no hope of keeping it shut any time soon.

Taako half-wished he could roll off the edge of the couch, but Kravitz’s legs kept him firmly in place. He writhed like a worm under the single hand Kravitz had on his stomach, the touch just dancing along the line of “too light.” The sparky, zinging sensations could be delicious in their own way, of course, but they were a very specific kind of torture, and Taako wasn’t sure if he could handle that on top of all the teasing. Then, Kravitz’s touch lightened even further as he wiggled his fingers against Taako’s lower belly, and Taako arched his back with a high-pitched squeal.

“No no no!” Taako squealed, kicking his legs. “Please, please!”

Kravitz laughed above him. “What? I thought you wanted this!”

“Too light!” Taako cried out.

Kravitz laughed again, only lightening his touch further. “What, dear? Can’t take it?”

Taako’s giggles were frantic and bubbly and borderline hysterical. It was absolutely wonderful, but he could hardly stand it. He felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin with how badly it tickled.

“More, please!” Taako shrieked, barely capable of words with all the sensations zinging around in his brain.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Kravitz said. “Pick a new spot.”

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), Taako’s brain was beyond fried and distracted. Stupidly, he couldn’t help but blurt out his worst weakness.

“Ribs!”

Taako went from bubbly giggles to shrieking cackles in a matter of seconds. He arched his back, trying instinctively to buck Kravitz off of him with no success. Not that he necessarily wanted to succeed.

Kravitz’s blunt nails scratched against each rib on one side, while his fingers gently vibrated in between them on the other. The conflicting sensations wreaked havoc on Taako’s nerves. Tears of mirth sprung to Taako’s eyes as he cackled and he tugged fruitlessly on his arms to try and pin them to his sides.

“How’s that?” Kravitz asked, and though his tone was teasing, Taako knew he meant the question genuinely.

Taako could only nod in response. It was perfect. It sated the hunger that had been under his skin for so long, and Taako could practically feel the sparks of joy shooting through his chest. Or maybe that was just the ticklish jolts consuming his entire ribcage.

It was a few more long minutes before Kravitz slowed his fingers, releasing Taako’s wrists to reach up and wipe away his laughter-induced tears while his other hand continued gently skittering around his torso. The light tickling wasn’t quite so unbearable this time, at least not as a cool-down. If he kept at it for too long, Taako was sure he’d be squirming and begging again in no time.

“How are you doing?” Kravitz asked, and Taako opened his eyes to see Kravitz’s large grin.

Taako took a few deep breaths before saying, “More, please?”

Kravitz tossed his head back with a laugh before leaning down to press a quick kiss against Taako’s giggling lips.

“Where to next?”

Taako had a lot more spots in mind before he’d be ready for Kravitz to stop.

[folkloreguk]

Daylight (m)

A/N: SOFTNESS WARNING!!! Also idk if anyone does this but in case you want to listen to music whilst reading, I named this after Taylor Swift’s Daylight because it’s one of my favorite songs in the whole world!

words: ~ 3.1 k 

genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), just some wholesome love-making

[H/N means ‘his name’]

You had always liked driving at nighttime. Especially, when you weren’t the one behind the steering wheel. You could look out the window, watching the lit houses, admiring the decorations and searching for the moon in the sky. That night, though, heavy clouds were hovering above the whole city, so you diverted your attention to the young man driving the car, sitting next to you.

The two of you had been together for long enough, so even sitting and driving in silence had become completely comfortable to you. Soft music was playing from the speakers as you wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, smirking, but keeping his eyes on the road.

“Just because I can,” you said, lost in thoughts. His smile was so handsome as he chuckled at your answer.

“If you keep being this cute, I might have to take the long way home,” he said. “Because I don’t want to let you go yet.”

“We can go on another date tomorrow. I wouldn’t mind,” you spoke. He grinned.

“I’d make fun of you for being obsessed with me,” he said, “But then I’d have to make fun of myself too.”

When you looked at him it really hit you. You were completely and utterly in love with him. His eyes sparkled in the dark as if they held the entire galaxy in them. Countless times you felt yourself getting lost in them while you watched him speak. His entire being had become a second home to you, and whenever you saw his arms and shoulders you wanted nothing more than to be close to him and have him hold you. You adored listening to him talk. He often argued as though his stories weren’t that exciting, but you would always fight that. The sound of his voice when he told you about his day had easily become your favorite song in the world. Everything he did only made you more attracted to him, so much it sometimes overwhelmed you. It made your chest feel so full and warm, knocked the breath out of your lungs and made you smile until your cheeks hurt. And even now, you were grinning to yourself.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized the raindrops on the car’s window. It might have been winter, but there was no snow in sight. Instead, with time the rain only seemed to become heavier. Within the next minute even the windscreen wipers were struggling to get rid of all the water.

As you were caught up in watching the raindrops run down the window glass, you barely noticed him pulling up in the street in front of your home. You gazed at him after he had turned off the engine.

“Don’t even think about going out in the rain now,” he warned you. “You’ll be drenched within seconds and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Yes sir,” you joked. “What if it doesn’t stop for an hour?”

“I guess our date will be an hour longer then. Have you never had a date in a car?”

“I guess it’s kinda romantic,” you said. “With the rain.”

He smiled at your words and your heart fluttered because he was finally looking you in the eyes after driving for so long. First, you stared into his dark eyes, then your attention slowly diverted to his lips. His perfect lips. He must had noticed, because he leaned across to your seat a little. You met him halfway there, closing your eyes.

You had kissed before, of course. But he never failed to make your head spin with a few simple touches. His tongue, that softly swiped over your bottom lip and his hands, only luring you closer by touching your neck and cheeks, were your absolute weakness.

Not one cell in your body wanted him to leave yet. You suddenly felt very thankful towards the dark clouds that had covered the moon. Instead, they had brought you more time with your lover. The kiss had started out innocently, but soon both of you were breathing heavily against each other’s lips, and your hands became touchier with every moment. Strong rain was still falling, knocking onto the roof of the car in the darkness.

“Sit in my lap,” he suddenly said. As much as you had wanted to do just that, you pulled away and looked at him.

“H/N, there’s houses all around us,” you said, worried some of your neighbors would see. “But…we could run into my house.”

He seemed to rethink his previous words, when he had told you that you would catch a cold if you ran inside.

“We could do that,” he smirked. You returned his smile, gripping the door handle from inside. Slowly, you counted from one to three as he did the same as you. Then, you opened the door.

The suddenly loud noise of the downpour startled you, but you only grabbed your bag and then quickly started running. Behind you, he was laughing, catching up to you when you had reached your front door. He was hugging you from behind, trying to shelter your head from the rain by holding up a side of his jacket.

But it was no use. Both of you were soaked when you finally had opened the door. Hastily, you shed off your shoes and ran to get towels from the bathroom.

“I might as well take off all my clothes now,” he said, walking after you into the living room. You turned your head, rising your eyebrows at him. By his expression, you could tell he had waited for your reaction already. Although the short break from kissing had distracted you, the moment you thought about his lips on yours, your hunger had returned.

Without a word, you took his hand and dragged him after you. He was grinning sheepishly when you entered your bedroom but gained his confidence back quickly.

“How would you feel if I took off your clothes instead?” you asked, your lips inches from his. There were raindrops on the tip of his nose and on his cheeks.

“It would be an honor,” he joked, touching your sides. His lips were still cold from the rain when you kissed him, and his hair was drenched when you ran your hands through it. He pulled you closer, your bodies touching, making you feel as though he might have been able to feel your heart beat as fast as it did. When you touched his hips, lifting the material of his shirt, he let out a small groan. For a moment he pulled away and let you pull it over his head.

You had seen him shirtless before, but never in this kind of situation. The farthest you had gone was making out. Neither of you was new to sex, but still, you had never gone there with him. And knowing you were probably about to, made your stomach flip in excitement.

“How did I get this lucky?” you asked, not thinking about your words. You knew you could be honest and yourself with him.

“I should be the one asking this question,” he asked, before kissing you passionately. The butterflies in your belly mixed with neediness when he slipped his hands under your shirt. You let him take it off. His hands were all over you as he reconnected your lips, the kiss now messier. He was holding your sides as he softly nudged you towards your bed. You took a few steps and he followed you, his body pressed against yours.

“Let’s get rid of these first,” you said, your hands going to the front of your pants and unzipping them. “I don’t want to get the rainwater all over my bed.”

He chuckled and followed your example. When you sat down on the edge of your bed, you felt weirdly insecure being in your underwear in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, as if he could read your mind. Then he bent down to your level, kissing you deeply. At the same time, you leaned back, so he hovered over you and you lay down against your pillows. His lips brushed over your jaw, before gently kissing your neck. A small moan slipped over your lips at the sensation. He was touching your hips so delicately, as if he was handling the most precious thing in the world.

Then, his hands wandered higher, making you lift your upper body, so he could open the back of your bra and take it off. His lips, which had been kissing past your collar bones, now went lower, while his hands toyed with your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples. You whimpered, your hands grabbing his hair. 

“I love the way you sound,” he spoke, his breath hot against your skin, only adding to the pleasure you were feeling. At that, you only let out a dragged-out moan, because one of his hands had slipped between your legs. You spread them further, while his finger ghosted over your underwear, barely touching you. He seemed to like seeing your reaction, even to his small actions. His lips felt like flower petals touching you on your belly, down to your hips. When they were hovering just above where your underwear started, your hips bucked up slightly.

Softly, he chuckled and pushed your hips down with his hands. Slowly, his fingers ran down your sides and linked into the material of your underwear. But just as you thought he was going to pull it down he took some more time to kiss the insides of your thighs.

“How can you be so perfect?” he asked. You were about to answer, but he softly placed a kiss on your center. Your underwear separated his lips from your skin, and yet you sucked in a breath.

“I’m not perfect,” you said. He pulled aside your underwear.

“I think you are. So, so perfect,” he said, and then his tongue licked a thin stripe up your folds. He hummed at the taste and you pushed your head back into the sheets, moaning in pleasure. He teased your entrance with his digits, but then he had other plans. As he detached his face from your center you lifted your hips, helping him to take off your underwear completely.

With almost pleading eyes you looked at him so he would keep doing what he was doing. His expression told you, there was no reason for you to beg for anything. He would do whatever you needed him to do. Just for another few seconds he kissed the insides of your thighs, making you squeal a little whenever he came close to your center. He chuckled lightly, probably finding your reaction adorable. But he preferred your moans over your squeals.

So, he finally reconnected his lips with your center. This time, he didn’t take his time as much as before. His tongue pressed against your clit before sucking gently. Right away, he drew out another moan from you.

“Right there,” you let him know, sighing.

Sure, one-night stands were fun. But in that moment, you realized they were nothing in comparison to this. Having the person you loved most in the world laying between your legs, butterflies raging in your belly while your eyes rolled to the back of your head from how good he made you feel – nothing would ever get close to this sort of serenity. You softly ran your hand through his hair, before letting them rest on your sides.

He intertwined one of his hands with yours, the gesture only making you feel luckier. In that moment, time could have stopped – or maybe it did – you only had attention for him either way. It was just the two of you in your bedroom, no sign of anyone else or any other places you ever wanted to go.

You had never been able to let go of everything else on your mind like you were able to in that moment. Slowly, your hips moved against his mouth, while your eyes shut to focus even more. His tongue hit just the right spots after you had let him know what you liked through your moans.

But you wanted even more of him. You wanted to feel his skin against yours and his heartbeat right above your heart. You wanted to kiss him again and again and have him inside of you.

“H/N”, you said. “Come here, I want you.”

You beckoned him with your eyes and he smiled, his lips glossy and dark pink. He kissed his way up your stomach and chest, and when you felt as if you should have become impatient, you experienced the complete opposite. You loved how he took his time. If it had been up to you, this moment would have lasted for an eternity longer.

His nose touched yours just for a second, before he kissed your lips again. His tongue touched yours, not eagerly and yet leaving you breathless and hungry for more.

“In the bedside table,” you whispered against his lips and they curled into a smile. You waited patiently as he retrieved the condom and shed off his underwear to roll it on. His member stood against his abs and your stomach twisted in excitement and anticipation. When he bent down to your level again, you spread your legs so he could lay between them.

“Are you okay?” he asked, making sure you were comfortable. The question left your chest feeling warm and your head feeling fuzzy. You nodded, reaching down between the two of you and wrapping your hand around his shaft. He hissed when you moved your hand up and down a few times. Gently, you guided him to your core. He was holding himself up on his elbows on each side of your head when he pushed his hips into yours. You whimpered at how good he felt inside of you. Although your body wanted nothing more than for him to pick up the pace, push your body into the pillows and make you see stars, in that moment your pleasure didn’t even feel so important.

As he slowly thrusted into you, his brows furrowed in concentration. Delicately, you touched the side of his face, watching the stars in his eyes sparkle just for you. He looked at you like he could barely believe that you were his.

“I love you,” he said. It took a few seconds for your reaction to set in, because your mouth opened while you blinked at him without words. Of course, you were utterly in love with him, but you had never said it to each other up to this point.

“I love you too,” you said. Your smile lasted a second before he kissed you again. A small moan slipped past your lips when he hit the sweet spot inside of you, but it was muffled against his mouth. He tasted like home to you. Neither of you fought for dominance, your tongues dancing around each other. You loved the way your moans sounded when they mixed with his, and the way his hot breath fanned against your skin.

“You feel so good,” you said, to which he only deepened the kiss. Lazily, you closed your legs around his waist, wanting him as close as you possibly could, even though there was no way he could have been any closer than he was at that moment. The skin of his chest was hot on yours and you noticed every time he breathed in and out.

Instinctively, he was moving a little faster now, hands softly stroking your breasts and sides. With his forehead leaned against yours, you gazed into his eyes, barely able to keep them open for longer than a few seconds.

“Are you close?” he asked. You hummed and nodded, which was all you could do due to the way you were biting your lip. You whimpered when you felt his fingers on your clit. He rubbed quick circles onto the sensitive nub, causing your mouth to fall open, your head pushed into the pillow.

He sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck, only adding to how amazing you felt. Usually, you weren’t one to show off your hickeys, but with him you didn’t mind at all. You used to think love was a secret between two people. Now, all you wanted to do was to show the whole world how lucky you had become. You tugged on his hair softly, knowing from previous make-out-sessions how much he liked it. In response, he moaned your name quietly, and you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening at the simple sound of his voice.

His thrusts were becoming sloppier and his hand drawing figure eights on your center was now making you breathless. As much as you wanted him to see in your eyes how you felt – how good he was making you feel – there was no way you could force your eyelids to stay open anymore.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned. You nodded, silently telling him ‘me too’.

His last thrusts were quick and messy, but they pushed you over the edge too. He reached his high a little before you did, but he never stopped moving his fingers, even when his sensitivity set in and his hips slowed down. He had almost stopped thrusting when you clenched your legs around him. A high whimper fell off your lips and your back arched off the mattress, pressing your chest against his even tighter. After another few seconds, you grabbed his wrist, signaling him he could slow down now. After he had pulled out, he hovered above you for a while, catching his breath. You grabbed the back of his neck to pull him down, his lips soft on yours. Where before there had been fiery passion, a composed tranquility came over you.

Probably physically tired, he rolled over to lay next to you and you turned to him. When you rested your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, he moved your hair out of your eyes. There were a million things you could tell him, and simultaneously nothing you needed to say in that moment. Gently, you turned your head to place a kiss on his skin. Before you would have to go back to reality, you felt it was best to simply lay in comfortable silence. With every rise and fall of his chest your eyelids grew heavier. Eventually, you gave in to the urge, drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

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Think you can Hide from Me? Part 2

Gif is not mine!

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: You’ve infiltrated into Jabba’s palace with Lando in order to rescue Han. Even though you hated being here, you were safely undercover as just another random piece of scum and villainy in the underworld… Or so you thought. 

Warnings: 18+, slight knife play, choking, dom/sub, teasing, all that good stuff, one slight smidge of fluff to pull at the heartstrings at the end there.

Author’s Notes: It’s weird when other ideas grow off of a main one. But yeah, I love Boba Fett. A distraction to keep the plan safe and undercover, of course.;)

Part 1: The Infiltrator

Part 3: The Regret

Part 4: The Reunion

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PART 2: The Distraction

The room was small but you were both away from prying eyes and criminals. You suddenly found yourself hoping Lando wasn’t looking for you. This distraction may be hard to explain later…

You thought getting his armor off would be the hard part, but he took care of it, his deft hands quickly removing everything that needed to be removed until he was only left in the clothing. Your eyes climbed hungrily along him as he did so, heart racing and muscles lightly quivering in anticipation. You weren’t going to try and help because you didn’t want to get in the way. He obviously knew what he was doing, and it made you wonder how many times he’d had romps like this, or if you just happened to be a special case, but your thoughts were cut off when Boba had you against the wall again.

“Take it off,” he demanded. “I know you have weapons, I want them gone as well.”

“Scared of a little knife, Fett?” You taunted. Sure, you’d been taught not to play with fire, but when it looked as good as him you just couldn’t resist.

“Are you, (L/N)?” He growled, his knife right back at your throat. Your head leaned back against the wall and a smirk was on your lips. His knife trailed gently down the center of your chest and your breath hitched in your throat.

“Not with you using it like that,” you breathed shakily, “but I’ll do as you say. I’d rather you not ruin my clothes. I’ll need them after.”

“That’s a shame,” Boba tilted his head, his eyes dragging down your form. He sheathed his knife and both of his hands were suddenly on your hips, gripping you hard. “I may want to keep you around for a while yet. It gets lonely between jobs, and you seem so eager for me…” He gripped roughly at your chin and leaned in closer.

“I didn’t take you as the sentimental relationship type,” you sassed back.

“I’m not,” Boba’s voice darkened and his bare thumb brushed across your bottom lip. “I’m the type that fucks you until you can’t walk. You’ll be screaming my name and begging me to do it again. Now take it off, or I’ll cut it off and leave you with no option but to stay.”

You licked your lips and swallowed the smartassed remark on the tip of your tongue. As excited as his words were making you, you couldn’t afford to stay here for that long. Just one good romp, one good fuck just to say you did him, and then you could get back to the task.

Slowly, you reached up and pulled the long, black, nearly thread-bear hoodie off of yourself and dropped it to the side. Your weapons belt was revealed, complete with your blaster, a knife, and two thermal detonators. Boba watched you as you carefully unbuckled it and laid it down on the ground, on top of your hoodie.

“You’re moving rather slow… Having second thoughts?”

“No, I-” but you were cut off as you were pressed hard against the wall, your breath taken away by another demanding kiss from him. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back breathlessly.

“A ‘no’ was all I needed,” he breathed against your lips, and you could only nod, seeing as how you were a bit dazed by him. Your fingers were in his hair and you yanked him back into another hot kiss. Boba’s hands were all over you, pulling at your clothes and running roughly along your curves. His hands slid under your shirt and you could feel how rough they were, but it only turned you on more, made a fire break out across your skin.

In an instant, the shirt was off and tossed somewhere. His dark eyes were trailing over your exposed skin, your bare breasts.

“Oh, sweet girl, where have you been hiding, hm?” His voice was low, gravely, charged with arousal.

“Not from you, I promise,” you breathed. His hands slid up your ribs and kneaded at your breasts, and your back arched as you let out a soft moan. Boba’s hot mouth was on your neck, then, leaving bite laced kisses as his mouth went lower. Suddenly, he grabbed your ass and hoisted you up into his arms and shoved you against the wall again. You were effectively stuck there now, and he was at a better angle to get his mouth on your breasts.

Another needy moan slipped your lips as you clung to his shoulders. He sucked at the sensitive skin, his tongue sliding over a soft bud before giving a small bite. Your hands were in his hair and clinging to him was all you could really do at the moment while he paid attention to your breasts. Your legs were wrapped around him and pleasure twisted in your stomach and pooled between your legs.

“Boba,” his name came out of your mouth in a desperate whine. “Boba, please… Take everything off, please,” you begged him. You could practically feel his smirk against your sensitive skin. He flicked his tongue at you one more time before he let you back down gently.

“I didn’t expect you to beg for me. Especially from you, (Y/N). That’s what I like to hear,” he tilted your chin up and hovered his lips over yours. Your hands still gripped at the fabric of his clothing and you leaned up to meet his parted lips but he pulled back, a dark chuckle slipping his lips. It only made you ache for him more, but it surprised you when he stepped back. You could clearly see how tight his pants had gotten, so what was he doing? “Take the rest off, and sit on my lap.”

You didn’t respond immediately, because you watched him pull his shirt off over his head. 

Fuck why did I not do this with him sooner, you thought. Getting an eyeful of his muscled back, those arms, scars, his tan skin, that ass. You found yourself regretting having waited so long.

“Well?” He looked back at you, but a wicked smirk spread across his lips. “See something you like, princess?”

“Everything,” you breathed, unable to catch yourself right away. You blinked and blushed a little, biting your lip. “Don’t call me princess.”

“Well, I think I’m more inclined to now,” he reached down and began to take off his pants. “You can keep watching, or you can come join me. Either way, I’m getting off. The question is, do you want to as well? I promise it will be much more fun if you come join me,” and just like that, he pushed everything off and he was standing bare before you now. You felt another ache of pleasure streak through you and damn that ass…

“I’ll join you,” you answered. “It’s the whole reason I’m here isn’t it?” You watched him walk over and sit down at the edge of the small bed and when you got a glimpse, you suddenly found yourself hoping you could take it.

You regained yourself and began to take your pants and boots off. It didn’t take long until you were completely bare as well, and he’d been watching you the whole time. Maybe you could play this to your advantage, play with fire again. The burn always felt so good.

You licked your lips and walked over to him, curling a strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. You intentionally swayed your hips as you sauntered up to him and you noticed that predatory look about him, every muscle in his body tense as if he were ready to pounce. You stood before him, running a hand through your hair and down along your breasts, groping yourself lightly and trying to entice him, and it seemed to be working. You took it a step further and placed your hands on his knees, letting them slide up along his thighs as you leaned in to him. You parted your lips for a kiss, and just as his were about to meet yours, you smirked and pulled back and let your hands slide back along his knees.

“Oh no you don’t, sweetheart,” his hand shot forward and grabbed your wrist, then yanked you forwards. His hands slid around and grabbed your ass and pulled you down into his lap. His skin was hot against yours and chills broke out along your body. “You like to be a tease, huh?” He never broke his gaze from yours. “I think I may need to fuck that out of you.”

“You can try,” you grinned, sliding your hands down his chest and stomach, groping at his muscles as you went along until you found your prize. You leaned down and bit at his neck as you began pumping his length, stroking slow and hard. Boba moaned, which made you eager for more, but that moan soon turned into a growl and your wrists were back in his tight grip. You pouted. “What?” 

He leaned forward and took your bottom lip between his teeth, gently at first, but then his tongue flicked out and he kissed you deeply, distracting you from any and all teasing. A weak, long moan rumbled from you and your hands were at his back, dragging your nails down.

One rough hand grabbed at your thigh, hard enough to leave marks, while his other hand palmed right between your legs. You couldn’t stop yourself from rutting against him, and he smirked and began to rub his fingers against that sensitive bundle of nerves. You broke the kiss and your grip on him tightened, a weak moan leaving you.

“You’re so wet for me (Y/N). How long have you wanted me to fuck you,” his question came as more of a command.

“Since I-I… Since I first saw you,” you barely managed to speak. “I wanted you when I saw you,” a desperation was in your voice like never before, and Boba was pleased. He slid two fingers into you easily, and you bucked against them a little harder. “Boba…” You whined for him and his lips began to trail up your neck.

“If you want my cock you’ll have to beg for it, sweet girl,” he bit your ear gently before surprising you with another finger. It made you gasp and moan loudly, your body tensing and your thighs quivering.

“Fuck, Boba, please,” your voice was shaky. “Fuck me, I want you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.” You leaned back and rested your forehead against his. “Please…” you brushed your lips against his as you begged for him shamelessly.

“You’re such a good girl, (Y/N). You’ve only begged like this for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes, yes only you. I swear it,” you promised. It was true. No one else had ever made you feel like this, or ever made you want to be so submissive.

You gasped in surprise when he wrapped his arms around you and laid you back against the bed. When the surprise wore off, you ran your hands along his muscled arms and down his chest, spreading your legs for him.

“That’s right, spread those legs for me sweetheart.”

He adjusted himself and your muscles tensed when his tip was at your entrance. He slid his hands along your body, kneading your breasts again before sliding up your arms. He pinned your wrists above your head.

“Take me, Boba… Fuck me, hard. Don’t hold back.”

“As you wish, (Y/N),” and with that, he pushed himself in. A loud moan was forced past your lips and your back arched slowly. He took it surprisingly easy on you, going a bit more careful to make sure you could take it all. You were stretched, that much was certain, but you were loving how he filled you up. “Damn, (Y/N), should have come to me sooner…”

“I know,” your voice was breathless. “Please, Boba,” you didn’t mind being such a slut for him. He leaned down, his body heavy on top of yours, his mouth wet and smooth on your neck, and he bucked into you and started at a rough pace already. His hands still held your wrists tightly as he picked up his pace, moving into you hard and rough and doing everything right.

“Say my name. Scream for me, princess,” he commanded.

“Yes!” Your fists were balled up, knuckles white. Your eyes fluttered shut and you just laid back and let him take you like that. It was exactly what you wanted. He felt so damn good, his bites and kisses, the way his hips rocked into yours. The only sounds in the room were your combined breaths and moans, and the sound of skin against skin. “Boba… Damn, Boba I’m close!” You tried to warn him.

“Come on,” he growled in your ear. “That’s it, (Y/N), cum for me.”

“Boba… Boba!” Your orgasm had you in a vice grip, your muscles tense and you screamed his name. Your head tossed back, eyes shut tight, body arched perfectly and pressed flush against his.

Boba let your wrists go in favor of gripping your hips and he growled as he continuously pounded into you, loving that tight feeling. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to follow and the both of you were covered in sweat, breathing hard and completely satisfied. 

He laid on top of you for a moment, and you slid your arms around him and rubbed your hands softly against his back where you’d scratched him earlier. Slowly, he pushed himself up to look down at you.

“So? Was that everything you wanted?”

“And much more. Fuck, you have no idea. Damn…”

It made his pride swell, you could practically see it.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Boba said as he carefully pulled out of you. You both groaned faintly and you laid there for a second before shakily pushing yourself up to a sitting position.

“You don’t have to hold me here. Just say my name, trust me I’ll come running,” you smirked and winked at him. He smirked at you.

“I’ll remember that,” he moved over to get himself dressed again. “And…” he paused a moment and looked at you. “I’ll try to get you some work.”

You blinked and drew back a bit, mildly surprised. Damn, he’d fallen for that trick and he was willing to help?

“Wow… I, um… Thank you, Boba, really. I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. So long as you pay me back,” he let his eyes climb down you again as he said that, and you smirked.

“Always.”

Well, hopefully this distraction had paid off in more ways than one. Part of you felt kind of bad for lying to him, but touched that he was willing to help. You probably needed to get back to the main room… But this was going to be a hell of a story, and you were going to do your best to make sure none of your friends shot him.

Hopefully hate sex would be somewhere in the future once he figured out you were only there to rescue Han. All you could do was hope for the best.

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Stucky Week: 21st Century

A Fanfic + Pics inside for @stucky-week

Nothing is scarier than posting writing, TBH. It's already in my AO3 where i will probably edit it to death. As I do.

Thank you @moonykat because the anger at all the Bucky!erasing yesterday was the seed for this. And sorry, too because I wish I could do better, haha.

A COUPLE OF KIDS FROM BROOKLYN

Bucky comes back home after a few days out on a mission and finds Steve in the middle of a research of its own.

PG. Established relationship, fluff, lots of books, 1ks

When Bucky opens the door after four days of helping Sam out with some crisis in Portugal, he has to do a double check because he doesn’t remember their living room being a library when he left.

There are books, comics, and notebooks everywhere: Floor, table, countertops, over the couch… and upon a closer look they are not just random books. They are all books about Captain America. And no sign of Steve… This doesn’t look promising.

“Steve?” he asks as he takes off his jacket.

“Buck, you are home!”

The voice from the bedroom is clearly happy Bucky is back and, yes, a second later a smiling Steve Rogers comes into view and walks towards him dodging all the books on the floor: crazy hair, un-showered, and very very gullible.

“I missed you,” he says, planting a kiss on his lips and hugging him tightly. God, he’s such a sap but he missed him, too.

“Mmm… Steve,” he ventures as he untangles himself from the hug. “Care to explain…. this?”

Steves looks behind himself and onto the floor and his expression changes into a frown.

“Buck, what year is it? Are we really in the 21st century?” Bucky panics and instinctively takes his hands to Steve’s head, searching for any indication of a concussion.

“What…”

“No, Bucky, I’m ok, it was an hypothetical! But hear me out!” he talks with passion and anger, so whatever it is, it is important. This was not the welcome Bucky was expecting.

He walks towards the piles of books and takes a couple of them with him.

“Don’t know how it started… but I was bored and I’ve been doing a little research.”

Bucky takes one of the books Steve is handing him “Man of Many times: Updating Steve Rogers”, the title says.

“Research… on yourself.” Bucky has so many puns that he has to bite his tongue. “Didn’t know you got so lonely without…”

“Leave the masturbation jokes for later, this is important!”

He takes a stall from the kitchen and sits down on it, putting the book on the counter right by another one called “Steve Rogers: The Official Biography. 1982”. They are really everywhere.

“You’ve got not only my whole attention but also the best part of my curiosity.”

“Do you know how many books about me there are? No, don’t answer, I will tell you because I know now! There are at least three biographies published every decade, plus comics, cards, books on tactics, about my fucking body changes, official thesis, scientific articles, and everything translated into different languages!” Bucky is impressed. “A little digging on Wikipedia and Amazon… and I concluded there are about 594 books. About me. Every fucking aspect of me.”

He stops for a moment to take a breath and Bucky stays there looking at him and experiencing all kinds of emotions. Passionate and almost enraged Steve is an instant turn-on, but he’s also pretty intrigued about where all this is going. He honestly has no clue.

“Please, please go on before I start with the narcissistic and masturbatory jokes again. I beg you.”

“Buck!” He is full-on outraged now. “There are almost six hundred books about me… some of them apparently “official”, and I haven’t been able to find a single one that dares to hint or even question the nature of our relationship.”

There’s a two-second silence while the gears inside Bucky’s brain start processing the turn of the conversation. Faulty.

“So, you are all worked up because the world doesn’t have a clue that we do the wild thing between the sheets?”

Bucky knows he’s said the wrong thing when the hurt reaches Steve’s eyes in an instant, and he wants to punch himself for trying to release some tension at the worst moment.

“That we’ve been together since the ‘30s, you heartless punk. That we are fucking married, Bucky. That you would have married me at 16 if that would have been an option. And this is the 21st century, somebody should have at least made a book chapter or a fucking thesis just maybe raiding the question. I had to go into some obscure corner of the internet to find a single post from 2014 wondering if there was something hidden between us.” He stops and laughs a bit. “I almost wrote back with a thank you message!”

“I understand. I really do, and I’m sorry about my response just now, I didn’t mean to downplay you, just… ”

Steve briefly touches his face in reassurance as he leans on the counter and starts talking again. Calmer now.

“There is a Collector’s Captain America Encyclopedia that just came last year to cover all my… career as Cap,” he keeps looking at Bucky straight in the eyes, this is clearly what sparked it all. “It is 10 fucking volumes long, and I went to the “B” I couldn’t believe the entries for ‘Battle’, ‘Brooklyn’ and even ‘Banner’ were longer than the one for ‘Barnes’, and… Let me show you something.”

He walks towards the couch, retrieves a book, and comes back to hand him Collector’s Captain America Encyclopedia: Volume 3.

“Page 159, it has a marker,” Steve says.

He uses the little yellow marker to see the page and suddenly he’s angry and a little sad, too.

It’s the entry for “Bucky” and it says: “Bucky: see ‘Barnes’”. And that's it.

The silence is heavy where it was light before, and Steve takes the book out of his hands and comes closer placing his forehand on Bucky’s.

“I cannot let history erase you, Buck. Not as a whole and especially not from my story. None of it makes sense without you, so it’s either nobody or both of us there, pal. And, spoiler alert, but it might be a little too late to take me out of it.”

Steve looks for approval on his face by taking a step back and Bucky nods to whatever it is Steve has on his mind because how could he say no?

“I should have never married an international superhero whose tour de force spans more than seventy years.” Steve laughs. They are back to relaxed now. “Now, out with it Rogers,... I know you have a play-by-play plan for what to do next.”

Steve escapes to the living room and starts piling up books to make room on the couch, not answering Bucky’s question. Bucky can see a mischievous smile even with his back to him.

“We are writing our own book. Well, you are writing, since the Smithsonian got it right about your excellence in the classroom even if they missed on your birthday.” He says and he is glowing. “I might just bother you with important facts, deadlines, and little drawings.”

Bucky is speechless again. And tired. And he knows he is going to say yes, so why bother arguing?

He decides to just give up instead, and walks towards Steve, pushing him onto the couch and, after removing “Steve Rogers’ Lovers: An Unofficial Biography of Caps’ Love affairs” from under his elbow and throwing it towards the kitchen, cuddling him.

“I bet you picked the title already.” He says closing his eyes and taking a deep breath full of Steve.

“Yes, but I’m not telling you just yet,” Steve answers as he kisses his forehead. And Bucky doesn’t care, he can wait.

[prettyricky187]

Devil Incarnate

Request: No- I was just feeling some type of way

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and commented on Reid To Me? It is very much appreciated. I hope you like this one as well. Requests are open.

Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader  Category: Smut, just straight smut Content Warnings: public sex, oral (male receiving), porn without plot Word Count: 2.2K

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I swear I was in love with the devil incarnate. She got her entertainment from teasing me and making me flustered at the most inopportune moments. Even now, as we waited for our takeaway to be ready, she was standing in front of me, scrolling on her phone while casually circling her hips against my steadily growing erection.

“Stop moving.” I grunted quietly.

“Why? Is it bothering you?” She grinned up at me. I looked at her with a look that she knew all too well. It was the look that said I knew what she was up to, but refused to partake. She always took it as a challenge.

“Stop,” was all I said but it was only met with a giggle as my name was called.

We had almost made it to the car when she dragged me into the nearby alleyway. She backed me against the wall, pressing herself flush against me. Her lips were like a fucking drug, drawing me in despite the risks involved. The euphoria derived from her kisses was worth whatever consequences would follow. My hands framed her face as I kept her close to me. I could never get enough of her. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

There were always butterflies in my stomach whenever she touched me, but feeling her fingers drag across the skin above my pants sent them into a flurry that would’ve knocked me off my feet had I not been leaning against the wall.

She dropped the bag and made quick work of my belt. She silenced my protests with a harsh kiss when I felt my pants being opened. The sound of the buckle moving around rung out in the quiet air, making it obvious what was happening; as if my pants being mid-thigh wasn’t obvious enough.

“What are you doing? We can’t do this!” I whispered, looking around at all the different ways this poorly thought out plan could go wrong. This was a bad idea.

“Come on Spencer, live a little.” She giggled as she brought her hand to palm at my bulge.

“There are plenty of ways to live that don’t involve us getting arrested for indecent exposure or lewd acts in public!” I couldn’t help the rise in pitch of my voice as the nerves set in.

“The longer you argue with me, the longer you’re out here in your underwear.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.” I mumbled against her lips. I felt her grin when I bucked my hips into her hand, desperate for more friction. I hissed at the way she trailed a finger along the outline of my erection through my underwear.

“What a way to go, am I right?” She teased, dipping her finger under the band. She giggled as my cock bounced out once she pulled my briefs down.

“You’re already so hard. Is that for me?” She asked innocently, like she hadn’t been torturing me for the past 15 minutes and 46 seconds; grinding on my erection in the restaurant then giggling to herself whenever I shifted to try and hide it.

“You already know it is.” I growled, watching her closely. She smiled and began slowly lowering herself to her knees. Any protests I had died on my lips as her intentions became clearer.

“What…what are you doing?”

Logically, I knew where her actions would lead, but I couldn’t believe she would really try this in public. Anyone could walk by at any point and we would be in so much trouble.

“And you say you’re a genius.” She smirked without stopping. Goosebumps rose when her hot breath met the already flushed skin of my hips. “Keep an eye out. I’d hate for us to be interrupted.”

Once she was eye level with my dick, she placed a pert kiss on the tip.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned at the sensation. The sight of her on her knees before me was always something to marvel at. Although it seemed as though I was the one in control, the man towering over the woman, we both knew she held the power in this situation. I would always do anything she asked of me.

“That’s better.” She smirked up at me as she gently placed strategic kisses against my skin. I kept waiting for her to actually dosomething, but she kept avoiding the place where I needed her the most. Each kiss sent shockwaves throughout my body, building the anticipation to unbearable levels.  

“Don’t tease me.”

She grinned, continuing to press kisses along the sides, purposely ignoring my aching tip. She was a fucking tease and I loved it, but I also really hated it. She was truly the devil.

“I would never.” The look that accompanied her lie was sinful. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she relished in it; knowing that she could get me so wound up to the point that I snapped at her. It was a game to her, and I’d dare say it was one of her favorites.

“Then put your fucking mouth on me.” I ordered, pressing my hand on the back of her head. We didn’t have much time; the alley would only be empty for so long. As hot as this was, I really wasn’t keen on actually getting caught.

“So impatient.”

The initial warmth that spread through me as she wrapped her lips around me was always pure bliss. I let out a loud moan as my head hit the brick wall behind me, so distracted that I couldn’t even care about who might walk by and hear us. Her mouth tightened around me and I stifled a low groan, the little that remained of the logical part of my brain desperately trying not to draw any further attention to us.

Fuck she was way too good at this; she always knew how to turn me into putty for her.

“Lick it.”

I watched with rapt attention as she maintained eye contact, sticking her tongue out and sloppily licking at the tip before gliding her mouth along the underside of my dick.

“Fuck,” I hissed, “lick the tip.”

My instruction spurred her on. My abdomen clenched as she took more of me in before swirling her tongue around my tip like it was her favorite flavor ice cream cone. The heat from her tongue followed by the immediate cold from the night air was a conflicting sensation that felt beyond words.

“Please,” I begged, “I need more.” I bucked my hips as I spoke, needing more of her mouth on me. I couldn’t help it; I wanted my dick down her throat. Every time I tried to push further into her mouth, she would pull away with that damned smirk.

After a moment of the cat and mouse game, I finally put my hands on her head to keep her steady as I buried myself inside her mouth. I decidedly ignored her mumbled comment about how bossy I was as I lolled my head back, just losing myself in the sensations of the wet warmth surrounding my cock.

“Oh, sweet Jesus. Fucking…take it!” I bucked my hips forward and down her throat. As ordered, she took each thrust in stride before pulling off of me to breathe. The sight of the string of saliva that connected my tip to her lips was downright filthy, and I brought my thumb down to trace the side of her mouth. I was usually fairly thankful for my eidetic memory, but never more so than now, because it meant that I would never forget how she looked in that moment.

“You taste so good, Spencer.” She moaned, moving her hand up and down my dick. “I missed your cock, especially in my mouth. Been too long since I’ve gotten to suck you off.”

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me at her words. I always loved her telling me how much she wanted me. Knowing that she wanted me was enough to make me feel proud as a peacock.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Cases took me away from home far too often, but thankfully she understood and never held it against me. I loved her immensely for it. She shook her head and took me back in her mouth, bobbing at a steady pace. It wasn’t until she could feel my thighs tense before she pulled off once again.

“You gonna cum for me Spencer?” She asked, using her hand to jack me off in the absence of her mouth. “You want to cum on my face?”

Oh fuck; my heart stopped as I recalled an image of her face painted in my cum. That seemed like an incredibly appealing option. However, since I didn’t want to make a mess without a way to clean it up, that would have to wait for another day.

“You better put me back in your mouth. You’re not wasting this.”

The noise she made was halfway between a moan and a squeak, but she complied and wrapped her lips around me again. I watched in awe as she sloppily sucked on me. I’m sure some of the noises she made weren’t necessary, but fuck if they weren’t music to my ears. The combination of slurps and moans was enough to bring me even closer to the edge. She knew how to hit on each one of my senses to make it an all-consuming event every time.

“So fucking good. Always make me feel so good.” I knew she picked up on the tension in my voice. “Always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

She let out a pleased moan and bobbed her head faster. My toes curled in my shoes as sparks shot up my spine as I neared my end.

“Stop.” I put my hands on the sides of head and held her still. “I want to fuck your face.”

The grin she returned told me she'd known exactly what I was going to say before I had even said it. I slowly began thrusting into her mouth, moaning as she kept swirling her tongue around me. I couldn’t help but moan at how slick everything felt as I slid past her lips. I sheathed myself particularly deep and held still for a moment, grunting at the feeling of her contracting around me before pulling back out. I felt my abdomen clench as I realized how wet my balls were, not doubt the spit that dribbled out as I fucked her face.

I stared at her face, unshed tears in her eyes and her wet lips, while I used my hand on myself. She practically whimpered, trying to lean forward to take me back in her mouth, but I held her back with my other hand.

“Don’t be greedy.” I chided, shaking my head.

“This was my idea.” Her eyes didn’t leave my hand and I could see the desire to be in its place. “Please.”

Oh, that breathy plea always did something to me; I could never say no to it.

Without saying anything, I let go of my cock and brought her head back down.

“You really do love my dick, don’t you?” I grunted. She moaned and nodded, swirling her tongue around as she sucked. Fuck, I loved her tongue.

“Suck it.” I moved my hips faster. I could almost imagine I was fucking her. “So good.” Everything was so warm, wet, and tight that I couldn’t take it any longer.

My jaw dropped as my orgasm hit me like freight truck, but I could hardly muster a sound. It felt like every muscle in my body tensed as I tried to get as deep in her throat as I could possibly go; it never felt like enough. My fingers threaded through her hair and pulled her flush against me as I shot my load down her throat. She made no noises of complaint as my hips rutted against her face with the aftershocks. The reality of what we’d just done crashed into me as I looked at the garbage dump mere feet from her.

“You are…evil.” I breathed out, drunkenly eying her in my post-orgasmic haze while she stood up with a salacious grin. “You’re the actual devil.”

“You love me.”

I nodded in agreement because she wasn’t wrong. I watched as she fixed my pants before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. Such a loving action after such a filthy moment, that I couldn’t help but laugh at the juxtaposition.

“What?” Her smile was so sweet and lovely.

“I can’t believe you just sucked me off in an alleyway.”

I didn’t even want to think about how many risks we had taken just then. The fact that anyone could’ve walked by and seen us, never mind the amount of trouble that I could’ve gotten in, was something that we would never mention again.

“I can’t believe you let me.” She countered almost immediately. We both knew I was powerless to stop her, nor did I want to. “Don’t lie though, I know you enjoyed yourself.”

Well she wasn’t wrong there.

[enigma-im]

What We Do With Shadows Pt.2

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Shadow monster x F!Human Warnings: kitchen sex, fluff, blood mention, minor violence, takes place immediatly after the first

Word Count: 3406

Pt.1

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I wake up a few hours later, glancing at the window, it’s still dark out. I rub my face into the pillow below me, taking in a deep breath. I go to sit up but I'm pulled back down.

"Why are you up," Raguel grumbles against my back. At some point in the night, we have switched to spooning. His arms are wrapped tightly around my stomach and our legs are twined together.

"Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you," I look over my shoulder. He hums before rubbing his forehead to the back of my neck.

"Its alright," He takes in a deep breath," you smell like me."

"Do I? I should probably go shower then," I try to get up again. I didn’t get to do any of my post-sex rituals, probably need to clean the sheets later today. Before I can get far Raguel pulls me back down. Turning so I'm resting on his chest.

"Don’t you ever, stay like this for a while longer or I will bend you over again," he purrs near my ear. Licking the shell as he squeezes me a bit tighter.

I blush," So you really want to do that again?"

He stops abusing my ear," Of course I do. Every day if that’s an option."

"Everyday," I yelp," are you trying to kill me?" he chuckles against me. He flips us over so he is on top, looking down at me with a wide grin.

"I could never, I promised you everything and I don’t intend to lose you anytime soon," he leans down and pecks my nose," Shall I demonstrate my dedication? I can actually take my time this go around." He leans back down for a kiss but I press against his chest.

"I think food and a shower is needed first," I try to argue. He pouts," also I need to go to the bathroom."

He huffs," fine, I shall relent this time. I need to go deal with something anyway. Meet you downstairs for some very early breakfast?"

"Yea, what do you have to deal with," I ask. Instead of answering he leans down and kisses me. He parts but leans back for another, then another. I push him away after a moment, really needing to pee. "Ok Raguel, meet you downstairs," I smile up at him, petting up his chest.

He holds my hand against himself," So beautiful, how often would you say your ex made you smile?" I notice him calling Nick my ex. Which I guess is right.

"Not enough," I answer honestly," Now let's get up, you are distracting me."

He leans down and buries his face on my neck, purring," You are no saint either, laying here naked beneath me."

"I can change if you like," I tease back.

He growls against me," I'd keep you naked here all day if I could. Actually, that sounds like a plan. I'll get us some food and you stay here."

"Raguel," I chuckle," I really need to go to the bathroom." he relents, falling to my side.

"Fine," he huffs. I get out of bed and look over at him sprawled out. He turns his head and gives me a once over, "You should leave now because this view is giving me ideas."

I quickly scurry away, feeling giddy as anyone could be. I trot down the hall, the pep in my step unfamiliar to me. It's an old feeling to be so excited, like a long lost friend. I know when I was first with Nick the feeling with always there but as time went so did the enjoyment. Chalking that up to the plateauing of our relationship. Shortly after the joy of a new relationship just vanished into anxiety and fear. Raguel brought fear but mostly of the unknown. His words brought on confliction and doubt that bloomed into self-determination.

I like Raguel, that's simple. I don't really know where we are going after this. Though he has admitted and confirmed his attraction and devotion the worry still lingers of his true intentions. He cannot be all good, there are no such things as heroes in polished armor ready to save a helpless person. That is just childish of me to assume such a thing, just like it's childish to assume he will be true and kind forever.

I trail out the bathroom in thought though a bit of satisfaction still rests in my chest. I was never one for such raunchy displays but the way Raguel claimed me in front of Nick was all too satisfying to not feel the next day. Walking into my room I immediately notice Raguel's absents. A twang of stress slithers into my brain but I cannot bring myself to fuel the flame this time.

I grab some clothes and dress casually for the day. Making my way downstairs I ponder if Raguel actually requires food. I start on a simple breakfast that’s easily made and shared amongst two people. As I watch the eggs quickly fry in the pan a pair of arms snake around my waist, pulling me flush against a body.

"Smells good," Raguel sways us. A smile forces its way onto my lips, peeling back more as his lips drag along my cheek.

"I didn't know how you would want your eggs so I made them scrambled," I glance at him from the corner of my eye," I hope that is alright."

"whatever you make I will devour it like a starving man," he answers. He snags a piece from the pan before walking away. I watch him for a moment, finally admiring him in the light. His attractiveness is just as appealing now as it was last night. Though his strangeness attempts to trump that allure, it only seems to fuel it. The swaying tail catches my attention though, remembering that curled around my thigh last night.

"See something you like," Raguel purrs. I meet his eyes, having ripped my attention from the lazy swings of his thin tail.

"I-ah-sorry," I blush. Quickly, I twist away focusing back on the food. I shift the food around embarrassed, flustered at the lude images plaguing my thoughts.

Arms curl back around my waist," Now, no need for all that, love. I want your attention constantly, especially when it's with such an open invitation." his fingers slowly slide down my sides, cupping my hips as he pulls them back. "that was an invitation," he licks up my neck," Right?"

I shutter in his arms," It is now," I mumble under my breath. His cocky chuckle brings a chill to my skin.

"Good girl," he purrs. He reaches in front of me, taking the pan off the stove before fisting the hem of my shirt. He curls the fabric slowly upwards, his other hand resting on the newly exposed skin. His warm palm gropes at my stomach, trailing upward with my shirt till he can squeeze at my chest. He growls in my ear, his teeth dimpling the skin of shoulder as he nibbles. His hips nudge my ass, requesting as well as demanding.

"Raguel," I murmur. He tweaks my nipple, brushing the pads of his fingers along the pebbled peaks. Soon his other hand runs lazily down my torso to reach my crotch. He slides under the edge of my pants, cupping my crotch swiftly. Raguel delves a finger between my folds, growling excitedly as he feels my wet heat. With only a few strokes to my begging clit does he change objectives.

As one hand palms at my chest and the other grinding against my crotch Raguel shoves my pants down. As I look down I see the faint wisps of darkness fading away, a snicker coming from behind me.

"I seem to have no patience when it comes to you," he bends me forward," it seems some practice would be in need to conquer the likes of you, temptress." I catch myself on my hands, framing the stove in front of me. The heat of the previously lit top is a completely different feeling to the heat of Raguel's cock nudging at my folds. Within a blink he shoves forward, wasting no time being buried within me.

"Oh god," I clench at the counter, my head falling forward. Raguel's body cradles me against his with a sigh of relief. His fingers flex against my crotch, his chest resting warm against my back. He chuckles, sending hot breath down my shirt.

"God? I thought I was an angel," he laughs," but I guess I like the ring of God just a bit better." I want to scoff at his ego but his retreating cock steals my breath. He forces the air back in with a sharp buck of his hips. He stills once again, sighing against the back of my neck.

Raguel's hips draw back barely a few inches then slapping forward harshly. The slow languid pull-outs are the complete opposite to the demanding bucks forward. It feels almost like he regrets pulling back to begin with, rushing to fill the space he regretfully left. His pace is torturous but words evade me more than ever now. The hand over my crotch grinds oh so well into my clit with every buck. The harsh thrusts making me hump into his awaiting palm. His slow but harsh pace is taking too long, it's becoming harder to keep quiet.

"Raguel," I sinfully groan. The command for more rests on the tip of my tongue but the words refuse to leave.

"Yes, love," he purrs so erotically in my ear. His rumbling voice makes my head turn to mush, flatling my heart as I hear the excitement in his words.

"P-Please," I spill out," please."

"What do you need? Ask your god for anything," he bucks sharply," I'm here solely for your pleasure."

My legs nearly give out at his egotistical declaration. The cocky tone mixed with his devoted words nearly undoes me.

"Faster," I say firmly," please, Raguel."

" Good girl," he growls," your wish is my command."

He pulls out slow once more before thoroughly fucking me. His hip slap against me, clapping at my cheeks loudly. I jolt with every thrust, clenching the counters in a white grip. A drawn-out groan starts lowly in my throat, my insides being set aflame with his cock. I cannot think, only feel as he ravages me. The sensation is only similar to the first time he did this. No one has come close to the way he makes me sing.

"Eva," he murmurs against my shoulder," I need you to cum for me, fuck, please." my eyes rolls at his plead, the change in command thrilling me so. I adore what he does to me but I almost adore more what I do to him.

His fingers flex messily over my clit as he bucks and thrusts into my body. I can't hold on anymore, falling for the climax that bursts from within.

I hold the counter as my legs shake. I faintly feel a hand trail over my arm as I cry out in ecstasy. Fingers card through mine, holding them in a tight grip as I clench around Raguel's now throbbing cock. His choked grunts match with my drawn-out moans. I can feel him shoot his load inside me, adding to my already heart-stopping orgasm. We ride out our peaks, fueling the other with our erotic singing.

Before I can allow myself to think straight Raguel takes me to the floor. Slowly he settles use against the cabinets, our back resting against the cold wood. His arms stay snug around me as I sit lax in his lap. Occasionally I feel him press short peck to the back of my head, nuzzling his nose to my hair.

"We should get up and eat breakfast before it gets cold," I mumble, petting my fingertips over his arm. He hums in answer, pecking my temple with his lips.

"Just a moment longer," he grumbles.

"Don't fall asleep on me now," I tease. He huffs in amusement, swatting my thigh with his tail.

"Not my fault you’re a succubus whose sole purpose is to drain me everything I have," he jokes. I fluster easily at his accusation. I hardly assumed myself to be 'sexy' or 'alluring' enough to be titled as a succubus.

After a moment of cuddling on the floor, we get up. I pull my pants back on as Raguel heads for the cabinets. He grabs two plates and two cups, setting them on the counter. I help out, reaching for a plate to fill with the breakfast I made. Before I can reach it his tail wraps around my wrist and tugs me away.

"No, I got this. Go sit down," he scolds, pointing towards the table. I watch him confused, meals are my job. Nick never wanted to busy himself with such feminine tasks.

"but-," I try to convince him otherwise.

"No," he interrupts," you drain my balls, I serve you food. That’s the deal." I fluster immediately, squirming as I focus on the feel of him still inside me. I want to retort with something, anything, but words fail me. He grins, walking over to peck me on the lips. "Go sit," he whispers. I just nod, turning and walking to the dining table.

Raguel swiftly decorates the plates with an assortment of food then places them on the table. We feast in relative silence, passing flirty glances once in a while. Everything feels so carefree this morning, not a stroke of tension to be found. It's strange in its own right to be so happy when yesterday I was being so blank for what feels like my whole life. Nick took so much out of me that it felt normal to be so out of touch. Only having Raguel in my life for a day has changed so much.

I watch Raguel for a moment, seeing him finish off his sides of berries. He catches my eye as he pops a blueberry into his mouth, he gives me a toothy grin.

"Thank you," I smile back. He leans forward to rest his head on his propped up hand.

"Whatever for, love," he asks. I watch him for a moment more, capturing this scene as vividly as possible in my mind.

"Thanks for being here and… god, for everything really," I shrug. There aren't enough words to capture how I feel at this moment. To have nothing then to have everything is too fulfilling to put into mere sentences.

Raguel's playful grin twists into such admiration it feels like cupid shooting an arrow into my heart. He sits up from the table, rounding it to crouch next to me. He grabs the edge of my seat and jerks it to face him. Then he crawls between my legs, pushing my knees away so he fits perfectly.

Raguel reaches up and cradles my face," I have been in this house for years, haunting these grounds out of boredom more than demand. I have seen a lot in my time, seeing more than you could ever know. Those years have been nothing compared to the past 24 hours. To finally feel your lips against mine, to have your body expertly molded against mine, it's a dream come true. The cherry on top is putting that scum bag ex in his place. I've watched you for some time and last night is when I knew I loved you. Eva, I love you so damn much that it feels like I'm going to burst with it. Thank you, thank you so much Eva for accepting me into your life so easily. I will repay that in full for the rest of my life."

I can't even begin with how touching his words are. My heart aches in my chest with the swelling of emotions, quick to burst at any moment. I have to grab, I have to pull him close and kiss that cocky, arrogant face.

"to the rest of our lives," I smile into the kiss.

"To the rest of our lives," he grins back.

the day turns into a close as Raguel admires the gift resting in his arms. He knows that everything in his life should warn him against having something so special like her. Yet his wants can't be denied, what he wants he gets. That is the way of life, anything worth fighting for is also worth dying for. Not that the threat looms over him but the threat to her still exists in some capacity and that will never sit well for Raguel.

Raguel watches Eva for a moment longer than intended, just too captivated by the human to sneak away. The ideas of his task begin to take hold of his imagination to the point that he can finally turn away from her. With a sigh he forms into a mist, drifting out of the room with ease.

He drifts swiftly through the hall and down the stairs, seeping through the floorboards into the cellar. The dark dank room only has the sounds of dripping water as Raguel converges back into himself. With a flick of his hair, he casually walks into the barely lit room ahead. As he creaks open the door a sharp inhale is heard from beyond.

"Good evening, nick," Raguel grins, meeting the eyes of the exhausted man.

"Please," Nick weeps," I won't tell anyone, just let me go." Raguel crosses the room swiftly, admiring the wet, bleeding man strung up before him. The cruel lacerations decorating his chest brings a thrill to Raguel. The blood that has streamed down his torso is long dried after this morning. It's perhaps time to make some new ones.

"Now why would I let you go," Raguel tilts his head," we have only just gotten to know each other." wisps of smokes spread across the floor, lazily trailing towards Nick. The teasing path leaves enough time for Nick to notice, panting, and writhing against his confines.

"No, please," Nick begs. The tendrils of smoke crawl up his body towards his chest, coalescing against his cuts. They thread through the wounds, expanding once they enter. The reopened lashes pool with blood, drops running down his chest once more. Nick whimpers in pain as Raguel snickers in delight.

"I had a fantastic day with Eva," Raguel starts as he paces the room," she cooked breakfast, which is so nice of her, and we made love on your kitchen floor. I had her screaming my name, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn’t hear it. She even called me god, how fulfilling."

"stop," Nick pleads," you can have her, I won't bother you two again. I swear!"

Raguel tosses a blank look at the man, crossing his arms behind himself as he walks forward. He towers over the injured man with such superiority that Nick would cower if he could.

"Do you believe I need your permission? Do you assume you have some semblance of power here that you can freely give and take choices," Raguel quickly grabs at Nick's chin, forcing his focus on solely him," You do not plague this house with your filth any longer! You had your chance and now I have mine. Eva belongs to me, not because I demand it but because I earned it. Now, remember your place because you have surely earned it as well." Raguel shoves Nick away, his nails biting into the man's cheek before he departs.

As Nick sulks against the far wall Raguel walks over to a corner. He investigates the items in front of him, grabbing a suitable object. He carries it behind his back as he walks back towards nick.

"I'm feeling quite joyful this evening so tell me, Nick," Raguel twists the gardening fork to his front," what're your thoughts on landscaping?"

The cries of pain cannot be heard through the house, not a soul knows about the reckoning happening just below.

As Raguel finishes playing he cleans up and heads back into bed. As he settles under the sheets Eva twists to grab at him, curling into his side swiftly. With a smile, Raguel kisses the crown of her head, pulls her in close, and falls asleep. Both feeling content and safe as a deviant soul clings to life below.

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Did y’all know Raguel is actually a bad dude? When I made him I wanted him to be cocky, arrogant, but a little sweet. With Eva is gentle and patient, if not a little insecure. He has never had to attract someone and he wants Eva to like him. he will protect and love her but to do that he will straight up kill a man. so he is mean and violent, even losing his tempers at times, but with Eva he is sweet and gentle. i like him for that. God, i would love to do a character ask with him, he has so much to him that i haven’t written.

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[another-stark-sub]

Pinned Down - Tony Stark Imagine

Summary: You have a meeting, but Tony doesn’t really care.

Warnings: SMUT! (don’t read if you’re under 18), heavy makeout, bondage, a little very little use of the iron man gauntlet, dirty talk, “sweetheart” and “babygirl,” some fluff at the end

Word Count: 1848

Notes: This was because I had thirsty thoughts before a midterm, shitposted about it, and some ppl actually responded, so... thanks to the people who contributed to that shitpost!

“I have work.” You didn’t even believe your own words. Not when you weren’t doing anything to escape Tony’s gaze, lips, touch. 

Your boyfriend paused just to say, “Don’t care,” before continuing to kiss you. Although, yes, you had work to do, emails to check and calls to make, but god, Tony Stark’s kisses were their own kind of drug. Your fingers were twitching, and you tried to convince yourself that it was because you had to push him off, had say something quippy, and had get to your desk, but it wasn’t. No, not when his hands were sneaking their way under your shirt and pushing against the hem of your sweatpants. 

Your hands were twitching because you wanted to touch him, too.

And when he had finally stripped you of your shirt, the only thing on your mind was him. With your shirt off, your skin was exposed to the cool air and the cold press of your back against the wall. The cold quickly disappeared when Tony kissed you again, his entire body pressed into yours and a very noticeable hard-on demanding your attention. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. You needed his lips on yours. You hated the cold, especially when having Tony’s lips against yours was an option. The heat, the want, it started to consume you, and just as your fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt, Tony pulled his lips away from you.

A whine, high-pitched and needy, escaped your throat, and if you weren’t so caught up in trying to fuck your boyfriend, you’d probably cringe at how needy you sounded. But, it was Tony Stark, so really, could anyone blame you?

“Tony,” you managed only to get cut off by his thumb swiping your bottom lip. You watched as he focused on your lips before smirking and meeting your eyes, pupils blown and a confident smile. “Bedroom?”

Frantically, you nodded. 

Despite knowing exactly what was going to happen, you still squeaked when his hands pulled your thighs up and wrapped them around his waist before carrying you to the bedroom. He dropped you on the bed. “Off.”

“What?”

“Everything, off.” He rubbed his jaw, but his eyes stayed all on you.

After taking a second to just gawk at him, your fully-clothed, cocky, fucking hot boyfriend, you quickly followed his command. Not so gracefully or sensually, you took off your bra, sweatpants, and underwear, and when you were done and your eyes met his, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Tony was staring at you hungrily, and those lips of his were curled into a smile that should scare you but it only aroused you instead. 

Suddenly, his body was on top of yours and snug between your legs, and when you wanted to touch him and pull him closer, your wrists were caught in his grip. “Tony-”

“Want me to take care of you?”

“Yes.”

“Then, let me take care of you, ok?” And with a roll of his hips that pressed what you wanted right against where you wanted it, coherent thoughts and words were taken from you. The only reaction you could possibly have with Tony grinding against you and his hand keeping yours above your head and out of commission was a chorus of moans, whines, gasps, and-

“Please, fuck me.”

“Don’t you need to wet first?” His hand cupped your sex, hot skin against hot skin and a pressure you desperately needed more of. You whined, but Tony just smiled. “Oh, nevermind then.” He kissed you. “I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.”

“Don’t care.” Shamelessly, you lifted your hips and tried to get friction. His hand moved away from you, and you nearly screamed. It was too cold! “Tony!” You thrashed against him. The lack of touch, pressure, satisfaction was driving you crazy, and only the man on top of you could help. 

“I thought you had work.”

“Fucking tease,” you snarled. 

He laughed. He fucking laughed! Fully clothed, teasing, controlling bastard of a man. 

He only hummed as you struggled, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “You say I’m the tease, but I’m pretty sure that’s you, babygirl.” He leaned forward, his lips barely brushing against yours, daring you to move.

And though you were fucking furious that his cock wasn’t in you yet, you just said, “Not me.” You only tugged against his hold, but that was the farthest you went. 

“Not you?” He scoffed. Tony slowly brought his fingers up to your neck, slowly encircling your throat. He squeezed your neck briefly and lifted your chin to stare at your neck like it was something in the store window. “You’re the one with this body.”  Then, his fingers trailed down, lightly touching your shoulder, brushing over both nipples, his gaze following the skin he touched. “Even in your fucking sweats, you’re gorgeous.” Then he grabbed your hip, hiked your thigh up your waist, and said, “Beg for me.”

With the soft cotton of his sweats against your throbbing pussy and your hands restrained by only one of his, you didn’t have a choice. “Please,” you said. 

He raised his eyebrow at you.

You whined. “Please!” You bucked your hips against his. If he would just remove his goddamn clothes.

“Please, what?”

Out of breath and fucks to give, you sighed and begged, “Please, fuck me.”

Just like that, he smiled. “With pleasure.” With one hand, he pulled the hem of his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock. You wanted to say something, a sarcastic, coherent thought finally coming to the surface, but it died on the tip of your tongue when Tony rams into you.

You pussy stretched to accommodate his thickness, the sudden shock from being empty to so full almost painful. Almost. And after the initial shock, the first thing you felt was satisfaction, and the first thing you said was, “Oh, Tony.”

“Aw, I know.” He took a deep breath, evidently holding himself back from turning you inside out in that moment. “Feels good for me, too, sweetheart. Now,” he smirked, “I’m going to properly fuck my girl. That ok with you?”

You managed to nod once, and that one nod was signal enough. 

Because just as you were to nod again, Tony pulled out, just enough so only the tip of inside and for just long enough for you to feel the emptiness, and thrusted back in. Instead of nodding, you threw your head back and screamed in pleasure.

And Tony didn’t stop. It was a fast and brutal pace, all the pent-up frustration he had from not being able to properly fuck you until you couldn’t walk transformed into the rocking of his hips against yours and the squeaking of the poor bed beneath you. 

Through the pleasure you felt, you could suddenly register a cold touch on your wrist that replaced Tony’s hand. Your vision still shaking from being fucked so good by him, you managed to look up and see an Iron Man gauntlet holding your wrists down. “Tony?” It was a moan and a question. 

He didn’t stop fucking you to respond, every word, every syllable, punctuated with a thrust. “Not only will I save the world with that, I fucked my girl with it, too.”

It was too much. The pleasure of Tony’s cock, the cold metal of the gauntlet, the feeling of helplessness beneath such power. You couldn’t process anything else. Your vision was blurry, from tears, from just the feelings, you weren’t sure. And you could hear things, but it was a blur of Tony’s groans, the slap of his skin against yours, the bedframe hitting the wall, the whir of the gauntlet, your own pants, and squelching of his cock going in and out and in and out-

“I’m gonna- Ah! Tony, I can’t-”

“That’s it, cum for me.” You could see him look at where the two of you were connected. “Can’t wait to see your pussy milk my cock.”

Instinctively, your gaze followed his, and god, the sight of your cunt wrapped around his thick cock, white arousal coating his length every time he pulled out and gathering by the entrance of your pussy when he pushed back in-

“Tony!” Pure bliss overtook you. Your walls spasmed around his cock, the constant thrust in and out only contributed to the cacophony of feelings bombarding you with pleasure, and when Tony’s thrusts become erratic, he pushes himself fully inside of you, and you gladly take all of it. 

As your pleasure dies down, the warmth pooled inside of you, and you can’t help but moan in satisfaction. 

Your senses start to come back. The gauntlet that had been holding you down was put away on the nightstand, and you could feel the dying down sparks ignite again at the sight of it. 

“Got an idea?”

Tony was on top of you, his cock softening inside your pussy and keeping his cum inside. His smile was that of contentment, not a smidge of arrogance present. He leaned down to rub his nose against yours before whispering, “Love you.”

You giggled. With your arms wrapped around his neck and a mumble of “Love you, too,” you pulled him down to kiss you. 

He moaned and kissed you back lazily, and with your momentum, he flipped the two of you so he was on the bed looking up at you. “Fucking gorgeous.”

You sighed. “Fucking tease.” You let yourself rest against him, and for a short while, the two of you were just together and happy. 

Then, your phone rang. “Fuck,” you whispered, as the consequences of having Tony Stark as a boyfriend dawned on you. “I missed my meeting.” Before you could grab your phone, Tony held you place, not wanting to slip out of you, and answered your phone for you. 

Knowing something interesting was going to happen, you just smiled and watched. 

“Hello, yeah don’t care who you are. She’ll call you back later. She has other things to do.” He glanced at you. “Things to keep warm.” He winked at you.

You smacked the back of his head. 

“Bye,” he said with a laugh. He hung up the phone and pulled a pillow in front of him. “Don’t think I won’t use this.”

You raised your eyebrow. “If I can handle you and your gauntlet, I can handle you and a pillow.”

His eyes darkened, and you knew you were in trouble. Good trouble. “If you think that’s all the gauntlet could do, you underestimate me.” 

Teasing him, you said, “You should show me all that it could do sometime.”

The cock inside you twitched, and you laughed a little. “I only need to do so little.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Careful, babygirl.” Then, he smiled. “But yes. What can I say? You’re that beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the bright smile. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“I know.” He pulled you closer to him and kissed the top of your head.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Welcome To Backwater ch.3 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch is getting out and meeting new people, if only things weren’t a little...ominous. 

Content:  Spicyhoney, Midwest Gothic

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The thing was, Stretch had never really lived on his own. For most of his life, he’d lived with his brother. Taking care of Blue when he was a kiddo, then sort of swapping roles for a while as they got older. By the time they were on the surface, they had a pretty good give and take going when it came to cohabitation. Living with his bro was never the problem.

It was moving back in with him after everything went down that was the hard part. His sympathy felt more like stifling pity, the relentless cheer Stretch normally adored was grating, and as much as Stretch loved his brother, (and he did, his brother was the coolest and fuck anyone who didn’t see that), he just…he couldn’t. Not right now.

That all came to a head and landed him on the midnight bus to anywhere and living here essentially alone was turning into a balancing act between being necessarily solitary and lonely enough to start befriending the local spooks, and now look at him.

Standing in Red’s living room and armed with a lamp shaped like a flamingo, probably about to be murdered for the hundred bucks in the front register and Red’s shitty microwave, and his first stupid thought was, holy shit, he’s gorgeous.

Not that it wasn’t a valid thought, but it didn’t do much to better the situation. A skeleton Monster (another one? really?) that was almost as tall as he was, but instead of Stretch’s scrawny bod and knobby knees poking out of his cargo shorts, this guy looked like he’d just stepped out of GQ’s leather edition, available only with a valid ID. From those slender hips with all the right curves all the way up to the delicate intricacies of his cervical vertebra, he was like a book written in braille, begging for a touch. Those cheekbones alone were sharp enough to do more damage than any damn lamp, fuck, he should have to carry a weapons license for those things, they were sure as hell giving Stretch a good stab in the libido.

Mystery guy only stood there in Red living room, cool and calm in spite of the fact he was wearing a sleek leather jacket and knee-high damn motorcycle boots, (fuck, those legs), on a sweltering day. Didn’t even bother to pull his hands out of his jeans pockets, like he was hanging around patiently for a fucking takeout order instead of starring in a home invasion.

The guy raised a browbone, and fuck, how did even the scar running through his socket seem sexy? “Well?” Mystery Man said, “Nothing else to say?”

That broke the spell. Well, kinda, holy shit, take two. That voice, it was almost rich enough to pour into a cup, but damn, if Sugar Tongue here dusted Red, what was Stretch gonna tell the cops? That he was too busy getting seduced by those dark molasses wiles to do anything about it?

Stretch brandished the lamp again and blustered out, “i asked you first!”

The guy sighed heavily and for half an idiot second, Stretch felt bad for disappointing him. “If we’re going to continue down this path of childish competition, then I was here first. Would you care to offer a rebuttal? Or is that word too complicated for you, I’d make an attempt to bring it down to your level, but I don’t have the time to journey back out of the realm of stupidity today.”

That was enough to snap him out of this guy’s erotic stupidity spell. Great, he was a murderer and a dick, Stretch should’ve known. No one with hips like that could be on the side of good. He raised the lamp again threateningly, flamingo-beak facing front, “the only butt around here is gonna be yours when i kick it!”

The guy only rolled his eye lights, deep crimson, huh, how about that. “Ah, how refreshing it is to have a chance to engage in such cunning debate,” he drawled. “But as enchanting as this has been, let me interrupt the vigilante plotline you seem to be starting. I’m only here to drop off a package for my brother.”

“brother?” Stretch parroted dumbly. Oh. Ohhhhh, for fuck’s sake he was an idiot. Red eye lights, skeleton monster, all he was missing was a fucking name tag that said, ‘Red’s Tall Brother, Please Do Not Ambush.’

Well, that was one way to make a first impression.

Stretch sheepishly lowered the lamp, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. “oh. uh, sorry about that, i’m a little on edge.”

“On edge, are you,” the guy repeated. One corner of his mouth pulled upward in a sardonic little smile, another sign of the unfairness of life that it only made him look even more appealing, if that were possible. Sex on legs and that voice? Some guys cheated to role for charisma twice was all Stretch was saying. “Ah, aren’t life’s little ironies precious.”

Before Stretch could figure out what the heck that meant, he heard the familiar thump and bump of Red hurrying down the hallway. The door was flung open hard enough to bounce against the opposite wall and Red paused in the doorway, taking in the scene. His brother standing there is all his sexy glory, completely unconcerned and weaponless, and Stretch still sweaty and disheveled from trekking through the heat outside, standing there with a lamp in his hands trying to look like he hadn’t been ready to bonk the guy on the noggin like the first chapter of an Agatha Christie novel.

Red was snickering before Stretch could even scramble for any sort of excuse, “whatcha gonna do with the lamp, armstrong, knock his lights out?”

“i was improvising,” Stretch mumbled. He plunked the hideous thing back on the table, fumbling to plug it back in. "you didn't tell me you had a brother."

"no?” Red set both hands on the top of his cane to lean against it and innocent was not a voice he wore well, nope. “musta slipped my mind."

"Your mind is ever slippery, brother," said brother put forth in a clipped tone, "Somehow, you managed to forget to mention this…person…to me as well."

"and 'cause i did you got to have an excitin' first meeting,” Red said, abandoning innocence for pure mischief. He gave them both a broad wink, “ain't that right?"

About the only thing Stretch and this guy had in common was the mutual dirty looks they gave back to that.

“only if you get your thrills from a criminal sort of meet and greet,” Stretch said.

"Yes," the brother said irritably, "Very exciting. And now that we’ve all confirmed who I am, would you care to explain who this is?”

Red’s grin widened, his gold tooth winking in the mellow sunlight streaming in through the tatty curtains. “my new clerk.”

“Your—” That irritation melted into horror as the guy’s spine went ruler-straight as if someone jammed a yardstick up his ass before he blustered out, “have you lost your tiny little mind?”

Stretch couldn’t help feeling a little insulted. It was a little grocery store, not the Ritz, they didn’t need all their cheese on the crackers to manage selling ‘em, thanks.

Red didn’t seem bothered by his brother’s disbelief, he only shrugged, “nah. don’t think so, anyway.” Then with a touch of acid, “not like you’re around long enough to find out.”

His brother ignored that. Seemed like he was still stuck on Red’s audacity in hiring a clerk. “You have,” he said wonderingly, “You’ve completely lost your mind this time. And you’re keeping him right here in the house?”

“room upstairs, but yeah.” Red sucked on his teeth loudly, grinning his wide, feral grin. “got a problem with that, little brother?”

Conversation briefly ceased as they both seemed to be trying to communicate in glares and Stretch didn’t know enough of the language to interpret, but he didn’t think it was going well. Especially not when the tall drink of brother abruptly turned to him and said, “Go get your things.”

Stretch only gaped at him, too surprised to even protest, of all the fucking arrogance—!

“Go get your things,” he repeated, a touch louder and flavored with a dash of impatience, “and I’ll take you to the bus depot right now.”

“you’re serious,” Stretch said in disbelief. He shook his head with a short laugh, “heh, sorry, champ, not going anywhere on your say-so. besides, i just got here, if i leave now, I’ll never get voted prom queen.”

The other guy’s face didn’t so much as twitch and intensity in that crimson gaze made Stretch want to look away. He resisted, meeting that glare defiantly, even as he said, quietly, “If you stay long enough, leaving won’t be an option.”

Stretch only snorted, seriously, what was with this guy? “and you’re calling your brother a nut?”

He didn’t bother to answer that one, only swung around and pointed an accusing finger in Red’s direction. “This is on you, brother.”

Red only gave him that easy, sharky grin back. “always was.”

Stretch thought that was the end of it. The guy nodded shortly and started towards the door, brushing past Stretch to get to it and that was where he paused. He turned towards Stretch, those red eye lights moving over him searchingly. The end table with its returned lamp was at Stretch’s back, there was nowhere to go as Red’s brother loomed into his personal space, leaning in uncomfortably close, only inches away from Stretch’s collarbone as he sniffed delicately.

“Hm,” he said thoughtfully.

Stretch resisted the urge to give his armpits a testing sniff. “what?”

But he only drew away and gave Red another unreadable look. Red nodded once.

What. The. Fuck?

“Fine,” the guy sighed out. His hands curled into brief fists, sharpened fingertips pressed into his palms. “It’s your problem, brother, you deal with it.”

“don’t i always?”

“Perhaps with the least amount of property damage possible, if you don’t mind.” He gave Stretch another dismissive half-glance. “Now if you’ll excuse me, brother."

He turned and started to walk off and yeesh, even the way he walked caught the eye, damn, hate to see you leave, love to watch those hips go.

Down boy, Stretch told his libido. There was enough weird shit going on and he really didn’t need to take another hike down that path. Besides, with hot stuff constantly looking at him like something to be scraped off the bottom of his shoe, it wasn’t exactly opening the door for romance. He’d had his fill of assholes, a lifetime’s worth, and just case it might be a question, Stretch proved he was still an enormous idiot by calling to that leather-clad back, “didn’t catch your name.”

The guy didn’t even pause. “Then next time you should be a better hunter.”

With that he was out the apartment door. Stretch and Red stood there and listened to the cow bell jangling loudly, the door slamming, and then the roar of an engine speeding away.

Only then did Red speak again, with laconic ease, “if you’re done staring at my baby bro’s ass, y’can come eat with me.”

“i—" wasn’t, Stretch started to say, then shrugged. Busted. “don’t worry, i don’t think i’m his type.”

“don’t think too hard, gonna hurt yourself,” Red said, dry as a mouthful of sand. “what’s the problem, don’t think you got the right size font?”

“let’s not get into that, it’ll take too long,” Stretch tossed back. “and don’t take this the wrong way but your brother is a dick.”

“yeah,” Red said fondly, “ain’t he great? now, before you tried to light up my bro’s life, i was setting up for dinner. if you grab that bag, you can have some, too.”

Stretch followed where Red pointed with his cane to find an insulated bag sitting by the sofa, black because fuck knew Fonzie’s stunt double needed matching accessories. He lugged the bag along as he followed Red back down the hallway into the store, setting it on the counter while Red struggled into the chair. There were a couple of dusty bowls already sitting there next to the beers and Red gave them a cursory wipe with a rag of dubious cleanliness.

“my bro got his own place a while back,” Red unzipped the bag and pulled out a large ceramic casserole dish. “but he still drops off food for me coupla times a week. says that eating at ‘mama’s’ along with a double daily dose of mac and cheese ain’t healthy.”

Stretch watched, reluctantly intrigued. “he doesn’t stick around for dinner?”

“nah, my bro has kinda a special diet.” Red pulled the lid off and steam rose out, along with the gorgeous, rich smell of sinfully delicious food. Long greenish noodles drenched in some sort of glistening sauce with chunks of more green and purple veggies mixed in, and dusted with a heavy sprinkle of parmesan. Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything like what they brought to the table at Olive Garden.

Stretch inhaled deeply, his mouth already watering. “holy shit, he cooked this?”

“cooked it, hell,” Red spooned out portions, uncaring about the little drips that fell on the counter and pushing the first bowl over to Stretch. “he makes the pasta by hand. planted the veggies, too, like he’s fucking ol’ macdonald on his farm. he made that stew i gave ya the first night, too.”

Stretch barely heard him because he’d already taken his first bite and had he really thought Red’s brother looked sexy? He was wrong, totally wrong, because this was the sexy, this delectably orgasmic taste exploding across his tongue in a blend of garlic and vinaigrette, carried on perfectly al dente noodles mingling with the bright crunch of zucchini and beets. It was hard not to moan aloud as he chewed down that first bite and went back for another.

“is he single? i changed my mind, holy fuck, i’m gonna marry him and chain him to the stove,” Thoughtlessly said around a mouthful of deliciousness and Stretch winced as he realized what he said, “sorry, sorry, bad joke.”

Red only slurped up more noodles, teeth glistening with oil and the long strands flinging droplets of sauce as he sucked them in. “he’s single, but good luck putting a leash on him. go ahead, ask him out next time he stops by. i could use a good laugh, ‘cause, honey, you two hooking up would be a joke.”

Absurdly stung, Stretch shrugged and tried on a laugh, “hey, i’m a hell of a catch. gainfully employed and everything.”

“oh, yeah, you’re the seafood special, all right.” Red’s sharp teeth sheared easily through the noodles as he took another bite. “rebound fucks never work out, kid.”

“how did you—" Stretch stopped with a groan as Red raised both brow bones mockingly. He slumped back over his bowl, twirling up noodles on his fork. “yeah, yeah, handed that over with gift wrap.”

“yep, you did.” Red clapped Stretch on the shoulder with enough force to make him drop his fork. “the list of reasons people end up in the middle of nowhereville is pretty fucking short, kid, an’ you got that look. don’t worry ‘bout it, you got a place to stay here as long as you want.”

The unexpected kindness from Red of all people made him blink hard, but then, that wasn’t really giving him a fair shake, was it, not when he’d given Stretch a job to begin with and kept him semi-fed. “thanks.”

“don’t mention it, to anyone.” Red said dryly. He sucked down the last of the noodles and pushed the bowl away with a sigh. “gonna ruin my rep. make you a deal, air conditioning’s better down here. if you wanna watch tv in my place, y’can go ahead, if,” he stressed, “if ya call your brother. bet he’s out of his mind worried by now.”

“how—” Stretch shut his mouth hard enough for his teeth to click together. Red only looked serenely back, the chair creaking as he leaned back and laced his hands together over his middle. He looked away, not wanting to see what else might shine knowingly in those crimson eye lights. “i’ll text him.”

“good enough,” Red said agreeably. He pulled a can of beer off the plastic ring and popped it open, gulping some down and belching with mellow contentment. “where the fuck did you go earlier, i been waiting on these beers.”

Stretch’s bowl was empty and he ran a finger along the inside of it, licking away the smear of leftover sauce. “to see a movie.”

Red’s mouth opened in a silent ‘ah’. “didja say hi to doris?”

That was not what Stretch expected. “i…yes. you’ve seen her?” Stupid to think Red hadn’t, he’d been here for a long time, hard to believe he’d never stepped into the theater and any Monster with half a gram of sense would’ve noticed her.

“sure, loads of times,” Red said, confirming it. “sweet gal. don’t be offended if she don’t remember you right away, she’s gotta little problem with short term memory.” He pointed a finger at his temple and let his thumb drop like the hammer on a gun. “keep stoppin’ in and eventually you’ll stick. takes her a mo’ when i stop by, but she gets there.”

“good to know.” And it was. Any faint, stupid hurt that he wasn’t the first Monster in Doris’s unlife was a little eased by that tidbit. He probably would’ve been more upset if he went to see her again tomorrow and had to go through the intros again without it.

“okay, g’wan, get outta here,” Red shoved a beer in Stretch’s direction and waved him off. “just remember, wheel of fortune is on at 7.”

Stretch took the dirty bowls with him along with the serving dish, giving them a quick wash and setting them into Red’s already overflowing dish drainer. He spent the rest of the afternoon on the saggy sofa in the living room, watching reruns of ‘MASH’ and ‘Little House On the Prairie’ until Red closed shop for the Wheel.

That night Stretch had a strange dream. Vast trees towering over him and unstable ground beneath his feet. He stood in a puddle of ragged moonlight and when red eyes loomed out of the darkness, he met their stare and didn’t run. Not even when he saw the huge, dark shape that contained them, jagged white teeth in a gaping maw that gnashed and slavered, ready to consume him. The shape leapt at him and he couldn’t move, trapped by that gaze. He woke with a gasp before it landed, waking with a scream tangled up on his throat, clammy sheets sticking to his sweaty bones.

He lay for a moment on the thin mattress, catching his breath. His window was covered, had been since his second night here and he’d found an old blanket in his closet, tacked it up to keep out the blistering heat of the noontime sun. Now it kept out the midnight darkness and he didn’t even glance at it as he rolled to his feet and headed into the bathroom to splash cold water on his sweaty face.

He set both damp hands on the sides of the sink and looked at his dripping reflection. The only shadows in this room were the ones beneath his sockets. His skull was pale, his eye lights pinpricks of diffused white.

“liar,” he whispered to his reflection and watched as it whispered it silently back.

But that was one shipment of guilt he could offload right now.

Stretch shuffled back out and scooped his phone off the nightstand. He ignored the messages, the voicemails, and only tapped out a message of his own, hitting send before he could think of an excuse not to.

i’m okay, little brother, i’m safe. i’ll call soon.

It wasn’t a lie. Soon was relative, just like brothers.

He sank back down on his damp sheets and didn’t bother to turn out the lights.

tbc