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disastrouscanasta · 11 days

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more of the clegan wip which refuses to cooperate with me

be warned that this is definitely a lot smuttier than the last bit. it’s all safe sane and consensual, but it is angstier

Gale was gentle with him, it burnt a pathetic pain deep in John’s gut.

“I won’t shatter.” He said, just under his breath, but they were close enough together as Gale moved inside him that he heard easily. “Pick up your pace, I don't mind.”

“I know you won’t.” They’d done it before, been harsher and tougher when they had little time. Gale had always understood his wants and needs so intrinsically. John wondered if he’d broken something between them, if the sudden disconnect was his fault.

Gale pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the base of John’s neck. It was everything that John could have wanted, and still somehow nothing. It felt like a goodbye, like Gale was apologising for the fact that their inevitable conclusion was finally upon them. Gale must have kissed women on the cheek the same way when he turned them down, this was what Gale’s high school flings would have gotten, if Gale had ever bothered to have them.

He wanted Gale to do better, to bruise John’s hips with the hands that hovered there gently, to scar John’s skin with his blunt nails and to fuck him hard enough that he’d feel it in the morning, in a week. He wanted Gale to give him more, more pleasure, more of his care, more time.

John also knew that wasn’t fair.

His head tipped back, his shoulders hit Gale’s chest as he arched into the small touches, seeking them out and soaking them in.

He wondered if Gale went this slow to prepare himself for his marriage to Marge. If he was getting ready to carry on his life without the chaos and terror of the war on his heels, without the ticking clock that urged them to go go go, be quick, don’t get caught, the sound that John heard along with each beat of his heart.

John wished that they were face-to-face, instead of having Gale curled around him, laying with both of them facing towards the wall of the room. It’s me, remember? He wanted to say. I can take it, whatever you’re giving, I can take it.

But he didn’t. He kept his head down and just felt. Taking in each point of contact, each little breath that Gale exhaled against John’s back. Gale’s hands rested on his hips, John laid his own over one, lacing their fingers together and squeezing tightly. Gale moved in and out of him consistently, rocking their hips together.

He felt a jolt through his spine, John bit out a gasp.

“Easy.” Gale muttered. “Y’alright?”

“Do that again.” He said.

Gale did, John felt the bitter sort of arousal that he’d been building shift suddenly, replaced by a glorious heat that spread through his stomach to his chest. It was Gale, he was with Gale. He was meant to savour a moment like this, not wish it away to spite himself.

“God.” John said. He heard Gale huff his own kind of laugh at the curse. He pictured Gale’s exasperated smile, the one he used when John did something stupid or embarrassing, when he said something that he knew would make him laugh.

So focused on Gale, it took a moment to remember that his own cock was painfully hard, and that he hadn’t touched himself properly since they’d prepared. He fumbled for a moment, letting go of Gale’s hand to grab the base of his own cock.

“Let me.” Gale told him, reaching around. “I’ve got you.”

If Gale thought of Marge at this moment, John felt bad for her. There would be a very awkward wedding night if Gale took note of anything that he and John had gotten up to. It was reassuring, knowing that Gale’s mind couldn’t stray too far from the here-and-now, not when he had his friend’s cock in his hand.

“Relax.” Gale said. “You’re stiff as a board. Can’t be comfortable.”

It was and it wasn’t, he felt the stretch of it through his whole body as Gale got him off, still keeping a slow pace inside him. It was impressive how Gale could be so coherent during all this.

“I’m alright.” John said. “Don’t gotta worry about me.”

The last few words were followed by a sharp intake of air as Gale pushed deeper. Their bodies were sticky with sweat, vaseline and precome. John was astonished at how quickly it took for a room to smell like sex. He wondered, distantly, if it took long to fade, or if he’d be sleeping in a bunk clouded with stale arousal by himself for the foreseeable future.

In that moment though, it was difficult to conceive any thought outside of Gale‘s hands on him, so he decided to let it go. To let himself relax, letting the warmth flow from the centre of his chest to the toss of his fingers. It was unfortunate how quickly he could feel himself brought to the edge of his climax.

“I’m close.” He muttered. Close to Gale, close to coming, close to the end of everything. His world was tipped on its axis in many ways, his grasp of the present, past, and future bore no weight on the feeling of Gale inside him.

“Go on.” Buck urged, rocking his hips to earn himself a strangled sound. “Go on, I’ve got you.”

#clegan #buck cleven #bucky egan #buck x bucky #bucky x buck #mota #masters of the air #mota fanfic #gale cleven #gale buck cleven #john egan #john bucky egan #fuck these guys have so many names

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nanatsuyu · 1 year

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Top 5 vs Personal 5

List your top 5 fics ranked by kudos on AO3. are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? then provide your ranking of your personal top 5 fics, and tag a few fellow writers!

oh boi these make me nervous but thank you @mostlymaudlin ;; (tagging: @skvaaader @jaywalkers @annawrites @marianjos @kevneildependant @takitalks)

i'll follow format cus this looks pretty and personal favs first feels nicer to share. (i havent posted a lot of fic so there's a bit of overlap)

that's just something people say (T), 119k, andreil || slowburn road trip au where neil steals andrew's car and andrew makes a deal to take neil west before they part ways again (haha...unless? 👀) this is my baby that i worked on for several months and posted every chapter in one day lmao it was my first chapter fic and my first major au. im still very proud of it <3

better safe than damned (E), 18k, andreil || a smuttier au of an au with demon!neil and witch!andrew and tentacles lol it sounds depraved, and the tags make it sound really depraved but half that word count is aftercare and exploring ones comfort zones and sexuality? so its personal and one of my best written smutfics imo

what a chatty creature (T), 14.7k, kandreil || 5 times neil goes nonverbal and the one time he finds his voice. i wrote this for my friend gull and had them give me 6 of their favourite words and included those in each part. i liked exploring communication with kandreil when in a slightly different font

messy (E), 10.3k, kandrew || au where kevin and trans!andrew are fwb (but more because feelings are fun) its another soft smut where andrew thinks too much, and hes a bit further in his healing, but reservations are still that. i like playing with their dynamic a whole lot. i was incredibly nervous to post this but im glad i did <3

taptaptap (T), 7.2k, kandreil || canon divergence kandreil where theyre a year or so removed from college and in love, but kevin and andrew never resolved The Incident after baltimore. this was my first big softie fic of them. i love kevin with my whole heart and i think he should be happy always so this one is close to me

taptaptap (T), 7.2k, kandreil || this one doesn't surprise me when it comes to popularity. its super soft and canon divergent and my first non exchange/gift fic!

that's just something people say (T), 119k, andreil || its a 100k+ slowburn andreil fic. it was bound to do numbers but its also very validating because i worked so hard ;;

like you swallowed a bone (T), 7.6k, gen twinyards and nicky || mixtape post canon fic exploring what happened with the twins and nicky's relationship years down the road. i think this got popular because of age and i still really like it, but im not sure what sparked this one for people lol

what a chatty creature (T), 14.7k, kandreil || this def got popular because fuzzy and kandreil and its relatively low stakes in drama (not that i write particularly dramatic things but yknow)

morning coffee (E), 9.8k, kandreil || post canon divergence smut with the boys before neil has an interview. kandreil smut speaks for itself in popularity lol i am still incredibly fond of this one and its gotten a lot of comments recently which has been nice. wrote it because i wanted to see more fic that felt like kandreil and not just andreil + kevin

im terrible at boosting my own stuff because i never feel like i explain myself well enough to sell my ideas or fics which is definitely reflected in my summaries that i have often been told "do not do the fic any justice" lol that and im horrified of people saying theyre silly but at least a few people think theyre pretty neat! :^)

#aftg fic rec #my writing #i gotta get better at being kind to myself and my works so here goesss

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youreacowgirllikeme · 3 years

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Time Will Tell: Part Two

note: alright, here is part two of @peppermintschnappss request (if you haven’t yet, you can read part one HERE) this one’s a bit smuttier and fluffier, I hope you like it

words: 4.1 k

warnings: swearing, smut (fingering, unprotected sex)

enjoy :)

(New York City, six years later)

“Alright, here we are, welcome to your new office, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Wow, its bigger than I imagined. Nice change from the cubicle back at my old firm.” You joked, looking around the room. It was modest, but it was your own, a fact that filled you with immense pride.

“Well, you’re a senior associate now.” Your new boss replied, “Get used to it.”

+++

After your boss had left, you used the short moment of quiet to set up some personal items on your desk before the real work started.

There was one framed picture of you and your best friends, taken when you all graduated from Georgetown Law, arms around each other, smiling at the camera. The next one showed you and your parents, you had just passed the bar exam and your mum was looking like she had been crying just moments before the photo was taken. The last one was a collage the colleagues from your old law firm in DC had given to you as a good-bye-gift.

You had worked there for over two years and had loved it, but when you got the opportunity to work for one of the countries most renowned law firms, you had packed your bags and moved to New York City without a second thought.

The city was still a bit overwhelming, but this job was the career launch pad you had waited for, and you were excited to finally get started.

There was a knock on the door of your office, pulling you out of your thoughts. A friendly looking young man appeared, quickly introducing himself as one of the firms’ paralegals.

“We all gather for the morning meeting in the conference room in five minutes. The boss will introduce you and maybe already set you up with your first tasks.” he told you, “Just follow me, I’ll show you the way.”

The meeting room was already packed with people, and of course everyone was looking at you, the newcomer. You tried to appear confident, smiling at the new faces even though your heart was almost jumping out of your chest.

The boss introduced you to the other employees and started to go through the current cases. There was a lot of financial law, mergers and stuff, but the firm had a very broad operation field, and you hoped to be assigned to an environmental or human rights case sooner or later.

When the meeting was over, the boss asked you to stay behind.

“You’re new here, Ms. Y/N, so I’m going to assign you a pro-bono case first. This is how we operate at our firm.”

You nodded in agreement, this was standard practice.

“One of our other senior associates has already been assigned to this one, but its more work than we expected, so I figured he could use some help. That way you can familiarize yourself with how we work here, and your next case will be your own. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” You replied, trying not to be disappointed. You were eager to work with your own client, but getting some help from a colleague maybe wasn’t the worst idea. Also you could use a friend at this new place, and nothing was better for that than working on tough case together.

“So, who will I be working with?”

Your boss looked around the people still filtering out of the conference room with a scowl on his face.

“Technically, he should be around here somewhere. I bet he’s late again, always the same shit. If he wasn’t so good at his job, I would have fired him ages ago.”

“Apologies, boss, I wish I could say that it won’t happen again.” A loud voice called out from behind you.

You felt like someone had slapped you in the face. You would recognize this arrogant tone everywhere.

You whirled around and came face to face with Chris Cuomo.

+++

“You?” The both of you said simultaneously, voices full of disbelief.

He looked different, the boyish features were gone, his jawline was sharper and his hair shorter. What was still there was his damn arrogant stance, the way he had strutted in here almost an hour to late and got away with a cocky reply told you everything you needed to know. This was still the same insolent guy who, for some reason, still got admired by everyone. How could fate screw you over like that?

“Oh, you already know each other, splendid.” Your boss exclaimed, “Christopher, Ms. Y/L/N is our newest senior associate. I assigned her to help you with your current case, show her how we work around here, would you?”

You had to give it to Chris, he didn’t even flinch. “Absolutely, Sir. Follow me.” He said, directed at you. He left so fast, you had to hurry to keep up with his big strides.

“Could you maybe wait a second.” You called after him, but he totally ignored you, walking towards a door at the end of the hallway.

You followed him into what you supposed was his office. It was a bit larger than yours, with a view over the skyline instead of the alley behind the building.

Once you were inside the room, Chris slammed the door shut behind you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he hissed, looking incredibly annoyed now.

“What do you mean? I’m working here, Cuomo, I started today.”

Chris ran his hand over his face and fell into the chair behind his desk.

“Look, this won’t work. I’ve been on this case for weeks now, and I won’t let you interfere with it.”

You stopped for a moment. Chris Cuomo, working on a pro bono case for weeks?

“Why are you being so difficult about this? It’s a pro bono. Why don’t trust you with a real client anyway?” you asked, and were surprised how superficial and mean that sounded even to your own ears. How did he still bring out the worst side of you, even after you hadn’t seen him for years?

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but they want to make me a junior partner soon. I’ve been here for four years, they hired me right out of law school. I’m one of the best attorneys employed here and I specifically asked for this case because I care about the people involved. So you can either help me and give those clients the attention and energy they deserve or I’ll have your ass out of here in less than a week.” he was almost yelling by now, fists clenched on his desk and you took a step back in face of his anger.

“Alright, I am sorry, no need to be so hostile.” You murmured. “Give me an overview and we can get started.”

+++

The case was about two young men from Queens who were accused of robbing a drugstore. Chris insisted that they were victims of racial profiling and weren’t guilty of the charges, they had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“They are telling the truth, I just know it.” Chris replied when you asked him how he could be so sure, and the tone of his voice made you refrain from questioning him any further.

He had given you a short, clipped outline of the case and now there were tons of files you had to read to get up to date.

After about two hours of working next to each other in tense silence, you decided to extend an olive branch to Chris.

“So, how have you been, Cuomo? Never heard from you again after Yale.”

Chris looked up from the file he was reading, shooting you a wary glance across the table.

“I went to Fordham, got my JD, passed the bar and started working here. I didn’t think you’d ever want to hear from me again. I’m not sure if you remember, but we didn’t exactly get along.” He replied, his voice was hard and his posture rigid, as if it made him extremely uncomfortable to even talk to you.

You sighted, debating what to say next.

“We didn’t, I hated you, in fact.”

Chris face gave the tiniest flinch and you mentally slapped yourself. Why had you just said that?

“Sorry, that was totally insensitive. I don’t hate you, not anymore. We were almost kids back then, and I was self-righteous so many times. I’m sorry for that, I just hope we can act like professionals now and try to get along, for the sake of the clients.”

“I can manage that if you do.” Chris mumbled, and got back to reading the files, effectively ending the conversation.

+++

Working alongside Chris went better than expected, even if it often was hard work to engage him in conversation. You had always assumed that he was one of the most self-centered people ever, but he spent most of his time at the office, pouring all of his energy into a pro bono case, so maybe that wasn’t true after all.

A paralegal had revealed to you that the two men you were defending were from the neighborhood Chris was raised in and knowing that made you more sympathetic towards him.

You had thought about him from time to time during the past years, but always pictured him as one of those attorneys without morals who would walk over dead bodies to win a case. But he wasn’t. He was relentless, yes, but for the right reasons, and you started to admire him for his dedication to the cause.

+++

In the following weeks, the initial icy atmosphere between the two of you had thawed and Chris became more approachable.

He was still arrogant and insufferable, but had matured in a way that really surprised you. By now you were even having private conversations during your short lunch breaks, bantering back and forth, but in a friendly way.

Right now, he was ranting about the current season of the Mets. You had no clue about baseball, but the way his eyes lit up when he was explaining something he was passionate about was mesmerizing.

“You look like a fish, Y/N, don’t pretend you know anything about baseball, I can see right through you.” Chris chuckled, yanking you out of your daydreams. You blushed a bit, he had caught you staring at him.

“I was actually thinking about the case, Cuomo, we can’t all do sports talk the entire day.”

“I see.” He winked at you, and you tried your best to ignore how handsome he was. “Back to work then, let’s get after it.”

+++

It was another late night at the office, you and Chris had been hunched over case files for hours after a whole day of running around and taking statements from various people associated with the case. You were incredibly tired, but the court date was approaching and there was still a lot of work to be done.

Across from you, Chris yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He had discarded his suit jacket, and his white dress shirt was tight enough for you to ogle his muscled arms.

You had given up on trying not to stare some time ago, he was good looking, and there was no hurt in admiring what was right in front of you.

Lately though, you had started to develop some more confusing feelings about the man. But those were carefully bottled up and you intended to keep them that way.

“Do you want another coffee?” you asked, getting up from your chair.

“Please, I’m dying here. Bring me the biggest cup we have.”

You made your way back from the kitchen, balancing two steaming mugs of coffee in your hand. You stopped next to Chris chair and put down his coffee in front of him. Your arm softly brushed against his, and he turned his head to face you. Suddenly, your faces were only inches apart from each other, he was so close that you could feel his breath on your skin as he spoke.

“You have a lash, right there. Stay still.” he reached out to pick the small hair up from right under your eye. The touch of his finger left a burning feeling on your skin.

“Thank you.” You whispered, and for a moment, no one was speaking, you were just staring into each other’s eyes. You felt your face starting to tingle, but you couldn’t look away, not when Chris eyes were open and warm in a way you had never seen them before.

You noticed a small scar on his jaw, and you carefully reached out to trace it with a finger.

“Where is this from?”

Chris tensed under your touch but didn’t move or slap your hand away.

“College, Senior year. I got into a nasty brawl with someone after that last party before graduation. I was wasted and angry, it was my fault, no biggie.” He murmured, and you quickly moved your hand away, worried that you were making him uncomfortable.

Your mind rushed back to that night, and the row you had with Chris. Even after all these years, the encounter was still very present and the thought that he had gotten into a fight because you had riled him up made you feel incredibly guilty.

“I’m so sorry.” You replied in a stained voice. “Were you angry because of me?”

Chris eyes hardened.

“That was years ago, Y/N, how about we let stuff from the past stay there.” he replied brusquely and got up from his chair. “I need to get some more files.”

When he didn’t return after an hour, you just went home.

+++

After that night, things between you went back to being tense and awkward. You weren’t sure if he was mad at you and were too afraid to bring it up. You had actually enjoyed the tentative friendship that had formed between you and missed the easy banter during lunch breaks or brooding over case files in comfortable silence. Why was the man so fucking stubborn when you had been nothing but civil to him since your first day?

After a week of little to no conversation, you were close to freaking out. It was another late-night work session, and you were tired and fed up with the situation.

“Alright, enough with that shit.” You snapped, slamming down the file you were working on onto the desk. Chris glanced up from his papers and shot you a dirty look.

“What’s your problem, huh?” he snarled back.

“You are my problem, Cuomo. I thought we were making progress and could at least be friendly with each other. But since last week, you’re totally shutting me out. You don’t talk to me, not even when its necessary for the case. I don’t know what I did to offend you, but you either tell me now or suck it up, because the silent treatment is bullshit.” you were getting louder with each sentence and had started pacing around the small office, the familiar flush creeping up your neck.

The sound of Chris’ laughing made you stop in your tracks.

“Oh my God, you look just like during one of those discussions back in college.” He chuckled before he got serious again.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was confronted with a lot of uncomfortable memories last week. Yes, back then I was angry because of the fight we had, and yes I got drunk and punched this guy because of it.” He paused for a moment, running his hand through his hair before speaking again. “He reported me to the police, you know. I had to do a whole summer of community service, and almost lost my Law School spot. I blamed you for a long time, even if it wasn’t your fault at all.”

You were shocked by that admission.

“Chris, I had no idea. I am so sorry, that was never my intention.”

He just stared back at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“That right now was the first time you ever called me Chris.” He said, sounding oddly emotional. He got up from his chair and walked around the small table to where you stood.

Your heart started racing in your chest like crazy as he approached you.

“You just…Jesus, Y/N, you just unsettle me, you did back at Yale, and you still do.”

“What are you even talking about?” you whispered, “You used to hate me.”

“You really have no idea, don’t you?” he replied. He was standing right in front of you now, and the only thing you could focus on was how big and strong his body looked, and how good his cologne smelled. Your brain couldn’t handle having him in such close proximity, and when his hand reached out to cup your jaw, you could barely suppress a gasp.

“I never hated you.” He murmured, before pressing his lips to yours.

After a moment, your brain caught up with your body. You were just kissing Chris Cuomo, the plague of your college years, the most cocky, arrogant, intriguing person you had ever met, and it was fucking perfect.

You melted against him, his body was solid and warm and you never wanted to stop kissing him. Your hands flew around his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. He tangled his hand into your hair, tilting your head back, and when he softly bit your bottom lip, you groaned against his mouth and pressed your body even closer to his.

With a deep breath, Chris broke the kiss and looked down at you, his pupils were blown and there was a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Do you know how often I wanted to shut you up like this?”

“Took you long enough, Cuomo.” You chuckled, and kissed him again, it felt too good to just stop now. His huge hands were on your back now, wandering lower until they landed on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. By now, you could barely think straight anymore.

You had fantasized about this moment before, but no fantasy could compare to the feeling of his hands all over your body, dipping under your shirt to slide over the soft, bare skin of your back.

With your last shred of restraint, you broke the kiss again.

“We can’t do this here, Chris.” You mumbled, suddenly feeling a bit shy.

“There is no one else here, Y/N, its after midnight. We can do whatever the hell we want.” He replied, using the hand that was still on your back to pull you to his chest, there was a noticeable bulge pressing against you and your mind went blank again.

Your last resolve crumbled when Chris whispered a deep “I need to have you, now.” right against your ear. You succumbed to his touches as he picked you up and placed you on the edge of the desk, right on top of the important case files, but you didn’t give a damn.

Everything you cared about right now was the feeling of Chris palms sliding up your bare legs, hitching up your skirt and softly skimming over your panty-covered core. You inhaled through clenched teeth as his hand found its way inside your underwear, you were already slick with need and grinded your pussy against his fingers.

“You have no idea how often I thought about this.” Chris groaned. “Just you, squirming and wet under me. God, you are soaked.”

“Stop talking and do something, Cuomo.” You whimpered, his light touches were nowhere near enough.

“You asked for this, sweetheart.” Chris growled and plunged two of his thick fingers inside you without warning. The moan spilling out of you was so loud that he slapped his other palm over your mouth to muffle your needy sounds.

“Shh, we might be alone, but we don’t want to alarm the whole building.” He chuckled darkly as he started to move his hand, curling his digits inside you until you saw stars.

You groaned his name against his palm as he started to circle your clit with his thumb, applying more and more pressure until you came against his hand with a strangled cry.

Chris removed his hands and looked down at where you were lying on the desk, breathing heavily.

“Say it, Y/N. What do you want me to do?”

You could see the way his erection was tenting the fabric of his suit trousers and unconsciously licked your lips.

“Get rid of those trousers and fuck me.” You whispered, your voice still a bit breathy from your climax moments ago.

Without hesitation, Chris undid the buckle of his belt and pulled down his pants along with his underwear. When his cock spring free, you let out an audible gasp.

Chris snorted our a small, smug laugh, a flicker of his familiar arrogance showing. Usually, this would’ve annoyed you to no ends, but right now your only concern was getting him inside of you as fast as possible.

When he finally stepped between your legs, his strong hands grabbed the hem of your panties and just tore the thin lace apart. He grabbed your thighs and spread them, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. The feeling of his cock teasing your entrance almost made you lose patience.

“Stop the fucking teasing, Chris”

Without a warning, he grabbed your hips and slammed into you with one harsh thrust. You had to cover your mouth with your own hand again to silence your cry, the feeling of his thick length was almost too much.

“Shit, Y/N.” he hissed as he bottomed out. “You’re so tight.”

You couldn’t do anything more than grab the edges of the desk as he started to fuck you with a relentless pace, the slap of his skin against yours sounding through the empty office.

Your let your head roll to the side and closed your eyes, completely overwhelmed by the burning arousal spreading through your whole body.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your hair and yanked your head around so you were staring directly into Chris dark, burning eyes.

“I want you to look at me while I fuck you.” He snarled. “Want you to see who makes you feel like this.” His voice was slightly breathless, and there was a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead as he continued to slam into you, hitting a spot deep inside you and sending you closer to your climax with each hard stroke.

His words were like a drug and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his face anymore. When he delivered his next sharp thrust, you could feel yourself tumbling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you and making you trash and squirm under Chris, your walls clenching around his cock.

His grasp on your hips tightened to an almost painful degree, pulling your pelvis flush against his as he spilled inside you with a growl.

As you laid on the desk, your brain was trying to come to terms with what just happened through the haze of your climax.

Chris carefully pulled out and readjusted his trousers before slumping back into an office chair.

“Well, that was a surprise.” You said awkwardly, getting up and pulling down your shirt to restore some sense of dignity. In an attempt to ease some of the tension that had suddenly settled over the room, you added “Next time we should try it without all the clothes, and maybe on a bed instead of a desk filled with super important case files.”

Instead of making a dirty joke, Chris looked surprised.

“There is going to be a next time?” He asked, sounding almost hopeful.

With a soft chuckle, you approached him and sat down onto his lap.

“You can’t screw me like this and not expect me to come back for seconds.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “If you’re up to it, I’d maybe even agree to a third, fourth and fifth time.”

Chris puffed out his chest a little bit. “Sweetheart, I’m always up to it.”

+++

With a slam, the doors of the courtroom closed behind you. Chris turned around to face you, and the smile on his face was bright enough to light up the entire hallway.

“We won, Y/N, we really did it.” he cheered, picking you up to spin you around. You just giggled, full of joy and relief that you were able to win this important case and keep your clients out of jail.

When Chris sat you down again, you reached up to put his face between your hands.“I am so incredibly proud of you.” You said, your voice heavy with emotion. “You were on fire in there.”

It was true, seeing Chris in court had been like a revelation to you. He had been relentless, tough and razor sharp in his defense, all while wielding his charm and charisma to win the jury over. Everything you had held against him for all those years, his audacity, his stubbornness, they had been invaluable strengths during the trial.

But when Chris leaned down to press a kiss to your mouth, all thoughts stopped. It still was so fresh and every touch of him brought you out of balance. The fact that he had just kissed you in public made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You hadn’t made your relationship public yet, or even talked about if you were an item, but this made you hope.

Chris broke the kiss, still beaming at you.

“I could have never done this without your help. This is our success. And now we have to celebrate. Please, let me take you to dinner.” Chris said, wrapping his arms around your hips to pull you against him. By now, you couldn’t care less about all the people looking at you.

“Took you long enough to properly ask me out.” you joked, “And of course, I’d love to.”

Immediately, Chris started rambling about how he knew the perfect restaurant that would blow your mind and how they were always booked out several weeks in advance, but he could get you a table anyway, and you just smiled to yourself.

He was still a cocky, smug idiot, but he was your idiot now.

#Chris Cuomo #chris cuomo imagine #chris cuomo fanfiction #chris cuomo fic #chris cuomo x reader #fanfiction #cnn #cnn anchors #request

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reneejuliet · 3 years

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Three Tangled Hearts

Author: reneejuliet

Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin x Reader

Rating: M (smut (see warnings), cursing)

Word Count: 2,669

Genre: Smut, Angst (lil), Idol AU (are you surprised?)

Author’s Note: Hello beautifuls! Here it is: my first attempt at a MxMxF dynamic. There is gonna be some missing context in this, as I initially wanted to flesh this out into something longer and/or a series. I currently have another drabble for this story that gives some more context, but not much. If the response to this is good, I can post that as well! Otherwise, it isn’t anything that’s going to ruin the story overall. Remember to read the warnings listed below since this is definitely smuttier. And feel free to lol at my inability to properly label warnings because I don’t even know what to consider my writing (but I’m always more safe than sorry, don’t worry). Enjoy, and as always, please let me know what you think!

Warnings: MxMxF, polyamory, not quite a threesome, MxM sex, anal, sort of exhibitionism, teasing, biting/marking, dom!Yoongi for like two seconds, whiny Jimin, hinted oral (female receiving), erections, Yoongi’s growl, use of ‘noona’ again because it’s me, love confessions(like I can’t stress how much they say ‘I love you’), there’s also some fluff in here but it’s hardly enough to label it

You should have heard it, but you were too wrapped up in your own mind. You always were these days. So it wasn't until you opened the door and stepped inside that the rhythmic pounding hit your ears, and your heart dropped into your stomach.

Jimin was bent over the couch, Yoongi thrusting hard into him. Both boys' faces were twisted in pleasure, but there was something more straining their usually beautiful features. It was enough to give you slight pause, even if you suddenly felt sick to your stomach. You were right, after all.

They didn't need you; didn't want you. Not like they swore they did. They never would.

Yoongi's eyes latched onto you first and his thrusting faltered, his fingers tightening on Jimin's hips. His lips parted around the silent form of your name. The brief reprieve allowed Jimin to collect himself as well, and as soon as his glittering eyes located you, they were filled with tears.

"Noona," he moaned, only it sounded broken in a completely different way. You made to take a step back, to run for your life, but Jimin was quicker. His hand caught yours and he tugged you closer, threading his fingers through your limp ones. "Please, noona," he begged, a sob lodged in his throat. "Don't go, don't leave us."

"I..." you struggled, trying to find words. It was so much easier to ice them out with silence, to pretend you didn't care. This... you weren't prepared for this.

"Don't go," Yoongi's deep timbre echoed, and you felt the tears well at the corner of your eyes. Jimin's hand tightened on yours and you exhaled shakily.

"I can't..." you muttered, voice weak as the sobs you'd been suppressing for weeks finally crescendo-ed. "You... y-you don't..."

Jimin brought your hand to his mouth, pressing tender kisses to your palm and your fingers and your wrist. "We do, noona, we really do. Please..."

Yoongi gave an involuntary thrust into Jimin, who lurched forward with a breathless moan. His fingers grasped tighter on to you, though, as if afraid you'd pull away again. Yoongi's eyes also glistened now, fearful that his body's reaction would have undone whatever this progress was. You hadn't run away yet, anyway.

"Y/N-ah," Yoongi called, his voice low and throaty. You recognized the sound - he was struggling not to cry.

Your body betrayed you, and you sunk to your knees. Both boys lurched forward in concern, Jimin's face pinching as Yoongi accidentally thrust further into him again. But you responded by leaning forward and pressing your forehead to Jimin's. His lips trembled around your name and then you were kissing him, gripping his hand tightly as your other tangled into his hair.

Jimin kissed you back like his life depended on it. Truthfully, it felt that way. He'd missed you terribly in the past weeks that you'd withdrawn from them, his heart sick with your absence. To have you back now, and kissing him with a passion that rivaled his own - his body thrummed in joy.

Seeing the two of you kiss spurred Yoongi on, and he began thrusting back into the younger boy. Jimin tried to continue kissing you through it, but he was soon distracted by the moans being pulled from him. You simply kissed his neck reassuringly, tugging gently on his hair. He groaned your name, panting as Yoongi sped up.

Yoongi never took his dark eyes off of you as you suckled Jimin's skin, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. And when your eyes lifted to meet his own, the pupils blowing wide at the sight of him, he felt his dick twitch deep inside the other boy. Biting his lip, he hit harder, deeper inside of Jimin, stealing the younger's breath away until he collapsed against the back of the couch. You continued to run your hand through his hair, but you moved to reach your other hand out toward Yoongi.

He took it, wrapping his long fingers through your delicate ones and tugging gently. You stood, still cradling Jimin's head, but allowing Yoongi to bring your hand to his mouth. He pressed hot, frantic kisses to any inch he could reach, the knuckles of the hand still on Jimin's hips going white with the pressure he exerted to keep him still. One, two more thrusts was all it took with the way you looked at him for Yoongi to cum deep inside Jimin. The younger gave a high whine as he came too, air shuddering out of his lungs until he was left gasping.

As soon as Yoongi pulled out of Jimin, he was pressed against the couch to reach you. He dove his hands into your hair and brought your mouth crashing to his in the single most passionate kiss you had ever known. Your own hands moved to caress the hot, sweaty flesh of his neck and he shivered under your touch. When the kiss finally ended, he pressed his forehead to yours. You could feel his hands trembling in your hair, his warm breath stuttering over your face.

"I love you," he muttered, voice pitched so low you almost didn't hear him. He kissed you again, chaste but no less desperate. As if afraid he wouldn't get the chance again.

"We love you so much," Jimin agreed below you, having moved to circle his arms around your waist. He pressed kisses to your hip over your shirt, nuzzling his face against the soft material.

The tears fell freely from your eyes now and Yoongi was quick to kiss them away. "I love you too," you repeated, your words shaky but poignant. "I'm so sorry."

Yoongi shook his head, tightening his grip on your hair. Jimin burrowed his face into your stomach and squeezed his arms around you, forcing you closer. "No," Yoongi breathed against your lips. "No, you had every right to be upset."

"We're the sorry ones," Jimin mumbled into your shirt. His fingers scratched affectionately against the skin on your back, following the curve of your spine.

"Do you forgive us?" Yoongi asked in his low, husky voice. You knew the tone all too well - despite the indifference he put out to the world, the man often sought validation.

You slipped one hand up Yoongi's neck to the soft juncture behind his ear, stroking it gently. His lashes fluttered at the sensation. Your other hand fell to Jimin's hair, feathering through the lush strands until he moved to grasp it with his own and lavish it with kisses again. "Yes," you whisper, choking on the tears again. Both boys hear it and rush to soothe you. "I do, I -"

You don't get a chance to finish. Yoongi surged forward again, crashing his lips to yours. He inhales you like the oxygen he needs to survive. And truly, his time apart from you had felt like he was dying. Slow, torturous. He'd thought it would be never ending. Now you were back, and you miraculously forgave him for the hurt he had thrown your way. This - this he had to make sure never ended.

Below you, Jimin stroked the smooth flesh of your back while he watched the two of you kiss. It was hot, and he couldn't help the flood of heat pooling low in his stomach. His skin bristled with the need to be touched, a pleasant shiver racing down his spine. He turned his face into your stomach again to conceal a whine, one hand releasing yours to push the fabric away from your flesh so he could press kisses to your curves. It was a desperate attempt to stave off the growing need inside him.

As soon as Jimin's warm mouth touched you, a gasp was pulled from your throat. The kiss with Yoongi was broken, but he didn't seem to mind as he dropped down to your neck. The combination of both of them suckling at you forced an embarrassing moan from somewhere deep in your chest and you bit your lip in mortification.

"No," Yoongi growled, rising back to stare into your eyes with his own dilated pupils. They'd blown out at the strangled sound you emitted. His hand raised to your lips, long fingers pressing down until your teeth released their hold. He ghosted his touch over the swollen color, eyes going almost impossibly dark.

Your body suddenly lurched forward with a breathless gasp, forcing Yoongi to catch you against his chest. Gaze turning down, you caught sight of Jimin licking the remnants of his bite to your hip. He turned those hooded eyes of his up at you, pupils as dark as Yoongi's. You swallowed thickly, lips suddenly very chapped. A heat so hot it burned you red crept into your veins.

"Y-you guys have a show in a few, few minutes," you stuttered out, eyes involuntarily squeezing shut as Yoongi carded his hands into your hair again.

"But we missed you, noona," Jimin cooed into your skin. His plump lips brush over your belly button and a shiver absolutely wrecks your body. You can feel Jimin's grin at your body's response.

"So much," Yoongi agreed, voice just breath at this point. His fingers scratched against your scalp and another small moan escaped you. Another growl, this one happy, sounded in his throat at your noise. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear and you swear your body turned to jelly right then and there.

"But you just... you, you just..."

"Doesn't matter," Yoongi purred in your ear. "For you, Y/N, we're always ready for more."

In confirmation to Yoongi's words, Jimin slid his hands over the curve of your ass - giving it a squeeze for good measure - before running them down the length of your thighs. His fingers massaged the thick muscle and your breath stuttered. He shifted on the couch to give himself better access to you, allowing him to trail his kisses further down until he met the waistband of your pants.

"J-Jimin," you moaned, spurring him on. He curled his fingers inward on your thighs, tracing light patterns into the sensitive area. The air escaped you in a whine this time, invoking an unusually low moan out of the younger boy in response.

"Y/N," Jimin groaned into your flushed skin. His hips twitched against the couch. "Fuck..."

Meanwhile, Yoongi had gone back to work on your neck, busying himself with sucking dark marks into the pallor of your skin. He held your body flush to his so that every rise of your chest pressed into him, and already he could feel himself stirring again. He couldn't help it though. The taste of your skin was so sweet, so salty that he never wanted to taste anything else ever again.

Well, maybe not nothing else...

"W-wait," you called out when Yoongi began tugging at your shirt and Jimin's hands fiddled with the buttons on your pants. "Wait, stop."

Though there was no fear in your voice, both boys halted immediately as if they had done wrong. You took this reprieve from their mind-numbing touches to step back, fixing your clothes as you went. Yoongi's lips twitched with the hint of a scowl and a flash of heat wiggled in you. Running your hands over your face and through your hair several times gave you a moment to collect yourself before turning back to the boys.

"Your concert," you reminded softly, hands settling on your hips.

"Who cares," Jimin groaned, reaching out for you. It was endearing, but also distracting.

"You do," you replied. "Your fans are waiting for you."

Your eyes met Yoongi's and the sheer depth of love they reflected gave you pause. For a moment, you wondered how you could have possibly doubted him when he said he loved you. His entire being seemed to radiate it. If you were any weaker, your knees would have buckled, your resolve crumbled, and you would let them have their way with you. Because god did you wish they would.

As it were, you were built strong. Stubborn. And entirely too professional. Or at least, as professional as someone with an inappropriate relationship with not just one, but two of her charges could be. Still, you were trying.

"Will you still be here after?" Jimin asked, eyes softening. You softened with it.

"Yeah." You nod your head once. "Yeah, I'll - I'll wait."

They adjusted themselves to be decent again before abandoning the couch to come to your side. Jimin got to you first, coming up on one side and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed his face into your neck. Yoongi took up your other side, one arm wrapping around your stomach and the other cupping your chin. He turned your face to his, nuzzling his nose against yours as his lips teased your own.

"We don't deserve you," he mumbled against your lips, his fingers stroking your skin. "I don't..."

You silenced him with a kiss. He trembled against you, pressing closer as if afraid you'd slip away. You pressed just as close, tangling both of your hands into each of the boys' hair. Jimin answered by pressing kisses to your neck, albeit chaste ones this time. You could already feel both of their arousals against your hips; they were smart enough to know better than to try and agitate that any further.

"You have me either way," you exhaled against his lips when the kiss ended. "I'm sorry it took me so long..."

"We'd wait forever for you, noona," Jimin assured you. His fingers rubbed soothing circles into your waist.

You glanced over at him, catching his lips with your own. He responded eagerly, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. You sighed, and he smiled.

"Or maybe, just... a few hours?"

Jimin's eyes darkened, his lips pouting. He swallowed, hard. "Noona," he groaned, voice ending in a breathy pitch.

"You can't just say things like that," Yoongi admonished as you held Jimin's stare. His own voice had dropped in tone again, raising the hairs on your skin. You turned your head to meet his gaze now.

"I don't," you assured, words firm though their inflection wavered. Their affect on you was hard to hide, but based on the way it rounded Yoongi's cheeks, you hardly minded.

"Promise," Jimin breathed into your ear now. "Noona, promise that you mean it. After the show..."

His excitement was tangible, especially on your hip. You pulled lightly on his hair to rein him back in, but it only seemed to encourage him. He tugged on your shirt playfully, biting his thick bottom lip. You eyed it, and he whined.

"Promise," you said, glancing back up at him. He released his lip and surged forward, kissing you heatedly. He swiped his tongue inside your mouth, familiarizing himself for future reference. When you bit down on his bottom lip in warning, he relented, though reluctantly.

"I love you," Yoongi whispered in your hair as you kissed Jimin. He tightened his hold on you, reaching out for the younger boy with his other arm. Jimin grasped his arm, squeezing in an attempt to ground himself against your kiss. Yoongi squeezed back, reminding him to behave.

"I love you," Jimin echoed against your lips, once he had the breath.

"I love you," you responded, and Jimin's eyes crinkled with his smile. "And I love you," you said as you turned back to Yoongi. Your declaration sprouted his gummy smile and your heart absolutely burst.

"Now go," you insisted, extracting yourself from the boys and backing up to the door. With shaking hands you turned the knob to open it, ushering in the sounds of the crew preparing for the show.

The boys looked at you with their smiles. They complied, sure to send you knee-weakening glances over their shoulders as they went. Your heart tittered in your chest, and suddenly the show couldn't be over soon enough.

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papi-chulo-bucky2 · 4 years

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More Than A Woman (Intro)

More Than A Woman - After surviving the events of Endgame, Tony Stark has become a recluse. Spending day after day in his workshop without letting anyone in, he finds not only a new way to cope with his PTSD, but something he hadn’t had in so long; a friend. What happens when this new friend develops thoughts and feelings of her own, especially toward a certain super soldier?

A/N: I was listening to More Than A Woman by the singer Aaliyah when this idea came to mind. It’s something that’s lingered in my head for at least a year and now that I’ve got hella free time, I’m ready to give it a go! I hope you guys like the intro! - D. (Sorry it’s so short! Also had to reupload on my phone cause Tumblr flagged it for some reason.)

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Android!Reader (Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Angst/Mentions of PTSD & Depression/Artificial Humans/ Fluffy ending. (It’ll get smuttier & fluffier at some point lol)

If there was one thing Anthony Edward Stark was good at, it was bad ideas. And it was this bad idea that had been spawned from something oh, so human.

Loneliness.

Ever since the events of that day, Tony had spent his days locked away in his workshop on his own. Tinkering away at anything that took his mind of the constant pain that shot throughout the right side of his body whenever he lifted a single finger. And god, it didn’t look any better. He tried to ignore the constant looks he got whenever he did manage to make himself go outside on the rare occasion.

But this was his way of coping with things and damn it, it helped. Sure, it may not have been a healthy thing. Locking yourself away for weeks at a time and refusing to speak to anyone was a giant red flag for unhealthy tendencies and was certainly not normal at all. But then again, was anything really normal about Tony’s life? His wife, Pepper, was the smartest woman he knew and was far too busy helping repair the world after the snap. His daughter, Morgan, was growing up herself and had Happy to watch over her at the time being. And fuck, did Tony needed this break.

He needed to do something. To build something. Something that showed that no, he wasn’t completely broken and incapable now. He wasn’t just mangled and fucked up for nothing. He could still do something. Anything.

That’s when it came to him.

What if he didn’t have to be alone?

Sure, he had Pepper and Morgan. He had Happy and the team, but given his circumstances, he couldn’t stand them seeing him like this. More importantly, he couldn’t stand the pity he’d get. That’s why he needed someone to vent to. Someone who wouldn’t judge him or see him as a weak old man trying to keep up with the big dogs. No, he needed someone different.

Sitting up in his chair, Tony hastily grabbed the crumpled notepad that had been sitting by his desk for weeks, along with the half-broken pencil and began at his best attempt to sketch a human body.

He started out with a head. dragging his pencil along the paper, outlining the shape of it. He created ears, eyes, lips and a nose. Then came the body parts. Arms, legs and feet. Toes, fingers and nails. All that jazz. Until finally, he had the perfect outline of the person who’d unknowingly would save him from his self isolating turmoil.

Seventy-Two hours.

Seventy-Two hours was how long it took, but judging from how detailed everything looked, Tony would say it was worth it. Every single eyelash to every single fingernail looked so…real. One would think that an actual human being was laying on the table before them if they saw you. It was at this moment that Tony had felt somethings he hadn’t felt in so long.

Excitement.

Happiness.

Ambition.

All the things that made him who he was before and in just a few seconds, his new creation, a new chapter in his life would be opened. As if he were touching the gentlest material in the world, Tony placed his fingers on the android’s chin and tilted its head to the side, revealing a small USB-like port behind its right ear. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, revealing a tiny microchip – or as he liked to call it, your brain.

His hands trembled with excitement as he slid the tiny metal square into the robot’s head and practically jolted backwards with excitement. And like clockwork, he heard the familiar sounds of a machine turning on, the mechanical properties humming with the sounds of life.

The second you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was white. You couldn’t register a thing, only the sight of brightness clouding your vision. What it was, you had no idea. Who it was, you had no clue. But within seconds, the bright light faded into something that made your head spin. You blinked rapidly as your eyes took in your surroundings.

The giant fluorescent lights beaming down on you made you wince and for the first time, you felt pain. Even if it was dull, it still felt like something and that’s what made your eyes nearly shoot out of your head with how wide they opened.

Your first breaths were rapid, taking in large quantities of air and expelling it even faster as you experienced your first anxiety attack. Where were you? What was this place? But most importantly – what were you?

Glancing down at your hands, you moved your fingers for the first time in sync with each other, eyes big with disbelief. Moving your gaze downward, you noticed two legs and two feet resting against the large operating table.

“I take it this must all be a bit of a shock to you, hehe.”

The sound of a deep, yet calm voice caused you to nearly jump out of your artificial skin. Sitting upwards in a flash, you opened your trembling mouth as you fought to process what in the world was happening. There you were, cold and afraid and with a strange…thing that looked as though it had the same mechanics, beaming down at you like you were something edible.

“You probably have no idea what the hell is going on,” He acknowledged. “Do you?”

It took quite a bit for you to muster up the courage for you to shake your head and when you did, he let out a nervous laugh. One that you found yourself letting out, too. Surprisingly.

“It’s a defense mechanism, kiddo. Don’t worry, I coded it for you to help you out.” He informed you as he grabbed what looked like to you, was a giant light-up rectangle, before tapping away at it in a haste.

Setting it back down with a small clank, you watched as he grabbed some kind of object with wheels and scooted himself closer toward you, which instantly made you scoot further from him on the table. Noticing this, his smile faded and was replaced with a concerned frown.

“Look, kid. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He reasoned, holding out his hand. “I’m a friend.”

“F-Friend?” You stammered, furrowing your brows. Confusion wasn’t a good experience for you, Tony figured that, so he did what he did best. He improvised. Peering around the room, looking for something that could help him and calculating the reaction you’d have in his mind, he finally broke out into a grin when he spotted the little silver baggie on the desk in front of him.

Picking it up, he slowly and carefully, held it out to you. “Blueberry?”

“What the heck is a blueberry?” You felt yourself blurt out before clamping your mouth shut with your hand. The laugh that echoed the room was something you didn’t expect from the strange man sitting in front of you and for the first time, you felt a new emotion: ease.

“It’s a fruit.” He chuckled, taking one out and holding it in front of you. “Check it out, not only is it nutritious, it’s also delicious.”

You don’t know how or what you were doing when you felt your cheeks move upward and your teeth become exposed to the chilling air in the room, but unlike the first emotion – which horrified you – this one was pleasant. You didn’t mind it one bit.

“There we go! That’s what I like to see.” The man smiled at you pridefully.

“What…was that?” You asked, the smile seemingly glued to your face.

“It’s called a smile, sweet cheeks. Get used to it.” He informed you before scooting closer. “Now, how about we get you a name?”

You paused, staring at him and expecting him to explain what a name was and why you needed one. “It’s what I’ll be referring you as, for now.” Taking the hint, he placed his hand onto his chin, stroking his beard playfully as he stared at you as though you were some kind of painting that needed to be seen from a certain angle to understand.

“Sharon?” He offered.

You winced, shaking your head.

“Lucy?”

You raised an eyebrow. He let out a snort and shook his head.

“What about…. Y/N?”

You paused, this time, you felt something different inside of you. From deep within a place you couldn’t pinpoint. Feeling your cheeks move upward again and your eyes twinkle, you knew whatever this feeling you get when you were called this, it was more than just a pleasant feeling. It felt good.

“I like that name.” You admitted, repeating it under your breath once again and smiling even bigger. “It’s beautiful.”

“And it fits you, too. Way better than Sharon.” He admitted with a dopey smile, one that made you experience laughter for the first time. You decided that that was your favorite one. Laughter.

“Well, Y/N,” He spoke softly, holding out his hand to you, which you reluctantly took, standing from the table. “My name is Tony.”

You finally had a name for this strange man that brought you to life so suddenly and it felt good knowing that you weren’t the only one with a name. You had begun to build a list of questions, ones that you knew you’d need answered. What was this stretchy stuff covering your skeleton? What was the wet slimy thing in your mouth that moved when you spoke?

You wanted to know everything.

“Welcome to life, kiddo.” He turned, showing you his giant room filled with all sorts of trinkets, objects far too advanced for your knowledge at that point, but fascinated you nevertheless. “It’s gonna be a wild ride.”

For the first time, you weren’t the only one that experienced this emotion: Hope.

#Bucky barnes #Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky x reader #Bucky #Bucky fic #Bucky fanfics #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #Tony stark #Tony stark x reader

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 3 years

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Nails, Hair, Hips, Teeth, pt.2

A/N: Part two to that spicy little number I cooked up a bit ago. This one’s going to be a LOT more intense, I will be pulling full stops, there will be lots of fun things for you all to have fun with. Okay, wow this is WAAAY smuttier than I intended. Enjoy;)

Warnings: BDSM type behavior, unprotected sex (wrap that shit), oral sex (male and fem!receiving),vaginal fingering, biting, grinding, scratching, alcohol, smoking

“Now, what the fuck am I supposed to wear to the parlor?” you ask yourself, going between the shared closet, once again. You thought of wearing something revealing, but that's too obvious. Something too much would make you look like someone who needed loosening up. One more gander at the closet and you had your opinion settled, a nice top, pants, and a little something for Luba underneath as soon as you say them.

The travel to the parlor didn’t take too terribly long, you two lived right by it. Less than 10 minutes later, and you stepped out of your old Cadillac, the plain metal ones with a baby blue finish. Everything was quiet, which was perfect. No government officials, or Cactus to ruin your fun. Even if it was Halloween night, it was really fucking inactive. Your boot heels clicked on the road, and you walked into the parlor, your pussy quivering with excitement. As you stepped in, you could practically feel the sex seeping out of the closed doors, moans muffled by the thick doors, red carpet on the floor ruffled and wet in some places.

“Hey honey. Looking for Luba?” the woman at the desk asks you, taking a long drag of her cigarette, offering it to you.

“Yeah, they're in the back as usual?” you return, turning the offer away, but not hesitating to pour yourself a drink. You sipped it as you waited, and made small talk with the woman, and she relaxed against the desk, as you realized the cigarette was laced with trace amounts of weed. You giggled at the thought, and sank into the seat, waiting for Luba to arrive.

Soon enough, Tanya sauntered into the doorway, and asked you to scoot over, sitting down ever-so-gracefully next to you. She also made small talk, and some of the golden glitter from her skin made its way onto your suit jacket, but you chose not to move it. Luba liked glitter, and the two of you had a small collection in the linen closet. She snuggled up against your shoulder, and you hugged her, small breaths coming in return. You never knew that she fell asleep like that, but she was, and now even more glitter was on your getup, but it was just adding to the atmosphere. A few more minutes passed by, and with your drink gone, and the lady at the front desk reading with librarian glasses on, your eyes were beginning to droop. You’d been nodding off for a couple minutes by then, and your dreams were purely sexual. Luba taking you from behind in the bar. Him eating you out, dripping onto the hood of the ‘63 Cadillac. Him tying you up, dick hard as a rock, waiting to just devour you.

You awoke from a door opening, so did Tanya, and Luba walked into the front room, in drag. Your body moved deeply from the sight, and you had to close your mouth to keep from moaning. They were pure sex and sensuality, and you were drowning in it. Drinking their form in, the ass, the hips…..and of course the tits. You felt yourself begin to heat up, staining your panties. Luba looked at your form on the couch, nipples perky from the air conditioning, legs spread due to extra space, hands by your sex. It was all they ever wanted. Someone to fuck and love, and absolutely get full of, drunk off of. Still wanting more though. Never getting tired and bored of the constant sex. Always open minded and spread legged, ready for anything and everything to be thrown at them. And you were just that for them.

Your eyes, lidded with lust matched your lover’s, and he made a finger motion, urging you to stand up and show yourself to him. And you did just that, setting Tanya to the side, putting a blanket over here, and a pillow near her head, hoping she was having a good rest. Your ass bent over just slightly, enough as to where Luba saw your little surprise for them, and their dick hardened at the thought of just ravishing you on that bed, in that house. Their lips curved at the thought, and he grabbed your hips, pressing them firmly against his crotch area, and even through all the padding and spandex, you felt it. Felt the hardness and lust, just waiting to be released into you, so willingly. Flooding your gates to the cusp of fullness, then taking it all back, only to be pushed right to the edge again, willingly and unforgivingly. You were waiting for him to make a move on you, and he did, just when you least suspected it. A light thrust of the hips into your bottom, causing your mouth to drop open, a moan asking, begging to be released into the steaming air.

“Don’t you fucking dare release that moan. Not in front of poor Tanya, what if she awoke to see this. You being a naughty bitch, moaning for my cock between your ass cheeks. Such a dirty girl waiting for me to do something to you. Well, too bad, I’m not going to do anything to you until we get home.” Luba said, grabbing your wrist and leading you to the Cadillac, which purred at his touch.

As Luba drove, your hand began to wander, under your clothes, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself, or have Luba touch you and finally have that beautiful release. You’d been craving it for so long, even though it’d only been hours. Your breath hitched as the air conditioning in the car turned on. The cold wetness gave you just a hint of release, but your finger brushed against the wrong button, and your mouth opened, letting out the most sultry of moans. Luba saw you from the corner of his eye, and you were lucky that the house was just a few yards away. His eyes squinted in the dark, the streetlights adding to the atmosphere. You quivered as your body calmed down from its’ orgasm, but close to nothing would prepare you for what Luba had planned for you, just for being naughty.

“Get out of the fucking car.” he said, hand on his hip, waiting for you to stand up. You smiled with antici(three second pause)pation. Your core was simply pulsing, and you rubbed your thighs together while walking, ready to cum yet again.

You two walked into the house, and Luba calmly shut the door, waiting for you to strip, as was expected. You did so, but not completely. Their heels clicked against the wooden floor, and you sat on the bed, legs spread, fingers ghosting over your folds. They practically ran towards you when they saw your fingers entering your panties, almost dipping.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself like that. Making me wait all this time while you were being so naughty, so fucking filthy in the car. You didn’t think I could see you clenching and unclenching your fucking thighs. I could practically see the steam on your side of the car. Oh, and the moans too. God, I am going to have such fun with you tonight.” they purred, grabbing your chin, making you look right at them. Luba’s fingers slid across your chest, admiring the black lace. Your nipples were visible through the fabric, and all they wanted to do was to suck on those perky tits. However, that’s not the night was about. It’s about payback.

Luba instructed you to bend over, doggy style, and you complied, hands in front of you. The tilted your ass ever-so slightly up, and you could hear fabric being undone. Looking at the mirror in front of you, you could see Luba undoing a good amount of the padding and spandex, stretching the red dress up on their figure. Their wig was on the floor, but the wig cap remained, and they drowned you in their power. Suddenly, they stopped.

“Turn around.”

You did. Your eyes on the prize.

“Now, suck my dick until your lungs give out.”

You did.

You took Luba fully into your mouth, and although they’re quite a thin person, their cock made up for it. Tears pricked your eyes, and you grabbed onto their hips, forcing a gag down into your throat. You came off their length and took a breath, kissing the tip, giving small kitten licks, building up the tension in the room. Luba’s jeweled hand made its way to the back of your head, and you felt a small push, and soon enough, his tip was in your mouth, dripping pre-come into your mouth. Their member was heavier than usual, probably thanks to the raging boner they had, but other than that, you were feeling fine about this. You inched your way down their cock, enjoying every second of it. You chanced a look, and there Luba stood, eyes closed, lip bitten. You almost came again, right then and there. You moaned around their length, and they pushed your head again, setting off a chain reaction. Your finger reached back, past their hips, into Luba’s ass, and you fingered them, like you would yourself. They moaned heartily at the action, and their breath hitched as you added another finger. They began slowly thrusting into your mouth, breaths becoming more labored. You took them, and as soon as you reached the hilt, your mouth opened, and your tongue reached just far enough to touch their balls, your hand meeting it there. You took another deep breath, and throated Luba all the way, and they almost spilled their load right down your perfectly capable throat. Your fingers sped up in his ass, and you knew just the right spot to touch, but you refused to do so. Your mouth was just too warm, velvety, soft. And his prostate was right there, ready for you to touch it, massage it, play with it, and you did. Your fingers pressed into their prostate, and Luba screamed, scraping their nails down your back, almost breaking the skin. They were so horny, and wanting, and lust-crazed. You continued this pattern until you felt their balls clench, but Luba backed you up off of their length, opting to save their cum for later.

“Stand up for me, love.” they said, taking your hand, and helping you up. Then, they picked you up, and sat your pussy right on their face, your legs wrapping around their neck.

Soft, feather like kisses made their way to your pussy, clothed as it may be, and you responded happily. Luba giggled, and your foot could feet their hard member, still waiting to be finished off, but that could wait for later. His hand reached up, slowly, and put your lace panties, practically part liquid at this point, to the side. Their tongue met your pussy, and you both moaned in unison, but you continued the sound, as the vibrations sent you flying even closer to ecstasy. His tongue kissed at your clitoris, urging the little bud to peek out from its hood, and as it did, he smiled, and actually kissed it, your eyes closing. They moved their head down, and their nose took its place, cold as it was, against your clit, brushing against it. They blew a puff of cold air on your pussy, and you immediately clenched, but as soon as that muscle met your hole, it was all open. Your mouth dropped, and nothing but the devil’s praises exited it.

“Oh, Luba, yes, Eat me out just like that.” you screamed, clutching their back, feet finding leverage to grind against their face and create just the right angle.

Their tongue laved against your pussy, and they even bit part of your perineum, just to move to your thighs, kissing up and down them. They breathed so heavily against you, and turned you around, and almost threw you onto the bed, taking their position right above you. Their fingers also decided to make an appearance, and their middle finger, purposefully going in without a ring, entered you with little resistance, and the feeling was almost too much. The slick sounds of Luba’s tongue lapping up your juices, along with their fingers working in perfect unison, made you feel like nothing compared to that right then. Their mouth came off, and they spit on your opening, and that’s what sent you flying over the edge, and you grabbed them, toes curling. Head thrown back, eyes rolled backwards, you came, mouth opened for all of the gods to see. Just how purely infatuated you were in that one point in time, in love with lust, drunk with the feeling of orgasm. After coming back to your senses, and after a couple more licks, you opened your eyes to find Luba shaking their hands, liquid coming off of them.

“You fucking soaked me. Look at my fucking wig cap!” they exclaimed, eyes piercing yours. “Too bad I’ve got to fuck you now. Turn the fuck around, and get in doggy style.”

You complied once more, and you felt their cock tease your entrance, and your vagina took them so well, and their penis sunk right into you, as perfect as can be. You moaned at the feeling, and Luba almost creampied you right then and there. Their hips made a slow rhythm, and you pressed back into them, trying to get the right grind going. Luba’s hands met your waist, right below where your ribs ended, and they began slamming into you, their moans amplified by the recently quiet room. Your hands began to slip, but you managed to stay upright, and as your back bent, their hips changed angles once more, just a whisper away from your g-spot. Luba’s hand left your waist, and reared back, smacking your ass, meeting it with each thrust.

“Ugh, God, you think you’re such a fucking saint for sucking my cock off like that. Almost making me spill my fucking load down your throat. You’d be right, I almost lost everything. But look at me now, fucking you like the slut you are. Dominating you just how you deserve. Fucking that hot, pulsating womb of yours. Gonna fuck a kid into you, just like this. Gonna spank you until you can’t deny me anymore.” Luba purred, into your ear, sending you through your next orgasm. You clenched around them, and their smacks only picked up the pace, sending you into even more of a sex-frenzy.

Their hips stuttered in pace, and Luba lost it inside of you, and your eyes closed once more, and you felt yourself become filled with them, their essence, their very lifeblood. Their cock slipped from you, and you both took a breather, but not for long. You could feel their cock harden against you, and taking a glance at the mirror, you say how puffed and oh-so filled to the brim your pussy was with their cum, dripping out onto the bed sheets. You wanted to reach back and push it back in, wanted to feel him inside you once more. Luckily, they felt the same way, and pushed their cock into you once more, cum seeping from the sides. A low moan left their lips, a gasp yours, and they sped up once more, hips slapping against your ass. You two were quite a sight to behold. You still had your underwear and bra set on, Luba still in their dress. Their lipstick was smeared around their lips, makeup now smoky. Their earrings swung at full force with each thrust that came from their hips, and God, were those your favorite. Their hips fucked you at full force, and you took it, like you knew you could. You clenched once more, just at the thought of Luba’s cum being inside you, filling you, and Luba responded beautifully. They moaned, and with one last series of thrusts, they pulled out, and jacked themselves off, head thrown back. You had a nasty, naughty idea, and turned over, mouth open in front of Luba’s cock.

Right as they came, right as those pearly drops came from their tip, threatening to spill over, you ripped your bra off, cheap little thing, and let it rain on you. Your mouth was filled with cum, tongue dripping with the liquid. It dripped down your neck, and onto your breasts, drops dangling over the sides, catching on your nipples, resembling milk dribbling from a breast, full with the seed of a partner. You were grinding against the bed with these thoughts, and Luba’s cum and your squirt mixed on the bed, and when Luba opened their eyes, only to find you so blissful, they came again, spilling all over your face once more. Blocking your vision, your skin soaked with the substance. Luba moaned, and dreadfully loud, their voice straining at the pleasure. You came against the bed, wetting it even more so, waiting for your body to wear itself out, punch drunk with lust. Luba collapsed against you, arm over their face, trying desperately to catch their breathing. The two of you were so tired, but so fulfilled and happy in that moment. You breathed against their skin, and after several minutes of calming down, Luba spoke once more, their eyes opening slightly.

“Thank you for taking me so graciously”

“Anything for that penis.” you replied, giggling before heading to the restroom, about to tackle the bucket loads of cum covering your face and body.

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puppy-prose · 4 years

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Hey there! I saw that you were taking requests and I thought I'd drop you a line. I'm obsessed with Geralt/Jaskier right now, so anything that you write would be amazing. Two prompts that I have in mind are 1) College!AU where Jaskier and Geralt are sharing a room in student accommodation. Jaskier has the hots for Geralt (obvs) and thinks he's being sneaky having a wank at night but Geralt totally knows ;) also 2) Geralt as a werewolf. I dig your kinks list, so if either of those take your fancy

I'd love to read what you come up with. The smuttier, the better imo! warnings // mild rape fantasy, spit as lube, light/unintentional voyeurism

It wasn’t fair, Jaskier decided, that somehow, he’d ended up with one of the sexiest men in the whole college as his dormmate.

Geralt had everything. The muscles, the brains, the kindness. He was mysterious and gruff, but welcoming and warm once one got to know him. He got straight A’s, looked like he belonged to a motor gang, and was an incredibly considerate roommate--a fact that Jaskier had to not only get used to, but also absorb some himself, if only to show Geralt that he was worth sticking around with and not ask for a transfer.

After all, being in the same dorm meant that he got to see Geralt in many stages. He got to see him sweaty and tired after coming back from the gym; he got to see him damp from the shower, his unfairly gorgeous white hair still dripping down the lines of his neck despite Geralt’s attempts at getting them decently dry. He got to see Geralt wolf down food when he missed a meal for some reason or another--got to watch him as he did the dishes every time he cooked like some god of roommate-ing or something--got to be there when Geralt was sleepy and yawning, his unfairly sharp canine teeth on display, his warm eyes soft, his entire body screaming vulnerability. Hell, sometimes Jaskier even got to touch, combing out his hair when Geralt had had enough of it, patching him up when he inevitably got in another fight trying to protect someone or another.

So, yeah. Jaskier had maybe-kind-of-really fallen head over heels for Geralt. So what? No big deal. He’d had crushes before; he’d pined and whined and sought out love where it wasn’t reciprocated. But gods. He’d never had to spend night after night, sleeping in the same room as that crush, their beds on opposite walls, so fucking close. He’d never had to go through the inevitable stage of jacking off to that crush nearly every night knowing that that person was right there and, in Geralt’s case, had really kind of freaky super-hearing.

Didn’t stop him from doing it anyway, though.

Turned on his side, facing the wall away from Geralt, Jaskier let his hands slide slowly under his blankets. It was easy to get his pajama pants down, pushing them to his knees, his cock already half-hard just from the sight he’d been treated to just before they’d turned the lights out--Geralt, grunting and huffing as he stretched out his shoulders and back from a long workout session, shirtless, his muscles rippling, tensing, loosening… Jaskier shoved his bottom lip between his teeth as he conjured the memory up with ease, eyes fluttering shut as he imagined it.

Those muscles would look so good above him. Geralt, flexing and strong, bearing him down into the mattress. Gods, Geralt could take whatever he wanted, he realized, and the thought made his cock twitch in his hand, plumping up more. So it was going to be one of those fantasies tonight, he supposed.

Sliding his hand back up, he reached below his pillow. Thankfully, Geralt was also considerate enough to generally leave Jaskier’s things alone, unless they were directly in his way. Which meant he had no idea about the bottle of lube that practically lived somewhere in his bed at all times, in case he brought someone home--or in case something like this happened. He pulled it out and uncorked it, trying to muffle the pop of the cap as quietly as he could in his side, before dribbling some onto his palm. Again, he used his body to muffle the noise as he closed the lid and left it beside him, hand returning to his cock once again.

Yeah, he thought. Geralt was so fucking strong. It wouldn’t take much at all for him to pin Jaskier down. He could drag an arm behind his back, hold it there, keep him pressed into the bed. His fingers, perhaps wet by his own spit, Geralt having shoved them into his mouth to keep him quiet, keep him from raising any alarm, would slide between his legs, push against his hole. It’d be humiliating, his own roommate opening him up, none too gentle about it, spreading him--and gods, Jaskier knows he’d be moaning by then, hope of fleeing gone, desire to flee gone. Maybe Geralt would make fun of him for it, too.

Choking down a whine, Jaskier shifted in the bed. He turned onto his back, spreading his legs open as much as he could, trousers kicked down to his ankles. His hand fell from his cock, down past it, sliding between the cheeks of his own ass until he could press one, then two slick fingers inside. It burned a little; he really should have added more lube. But that slight pain was perfect for the way his thoughts were going.

Keeping his eyes closed, he let his mind return. Imagining a weight on his chest, pretending the bed at his back was Geralt bearing down on him and the heavy blankets atop him was the bed he was being shoved into--it was very hard to open himself on his stomach while remaining lying down to avoid Geralt’s detection, he’d found--he pushed his free hand under his body, pinning it behind his back. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he could do.

“Fucking slut,” he imagined Geralt would say, scissoring inside of him, his own fingers mimicking the fantasy. “Can’t wait for me to take you, can you? You’re already wet for me, like a bitch in heat.”

Geralt, surely, was too nice to actually say any of that. Jaskier wanted, though. He wanted so fucking badly. That gravelly voice, the uncaring drawl he’d have, just like all the times he’d warned off assholes on their nights out at pubs or wherever, just before punches would start flying. Only with him, Geralt would push in a third finger, make him take the intrusion whether he was ready or not, and--

“G-Ger…”

Jaskier twisted his hand free from behind his back, shoving it flat against his own mouth. Fuck. He shook from the strain, his cock brushing against the blankets above him, and he wanted nothing more than to rock up into them--but he stayed still, very very still, listening as Geralt gave a soft sigh from the other side of the room, readjusted himself, and settled back down.

He controlled his breathing as best he could for a few more minutes, wanting to make sure. If Geralt found out about this… Jaskier wouldn’t be surprised if he was tossed out on his ass, perhaps with a report to the RA, or even the Dean of the school. No, he had to be very, very careful about this. Even if he didn’t want to be.

But nothing happened during those minutes. So carefully, cautiously, Jaskier started to move his fingers again. He’d gotten up to three, just like his fantasy, before having to stop. The minutes had taken some of the burn away, though, and he had to stretch them out, fingers pulling apart to get it back, his eyes rolling up into his head at the sheer pleasure that sparked through him. It felt so fucking good, and while they weren’t Geralt’s fingers, it didn’t take away the heat that coursed through him, heady and strong.

He kept them stretched, kept them wide apart as he imagined Geralt pulling his own fingers back out. Maybe Geralt would finally use the lube on his cock--or maybe, maybe, he'd make Jaskier choke on it instead, get it wet and slick from his own spit. And gods, that was a thought, and before he knew it, he had his own fingers in his mouth, hole fluttering around the new emptiness, his breathing hard, nearly panting around the digits pressing wide and deep into his mouth. It was a messy business; thank goodness tomorrow was his laundry day. But it was too good to stop, and he was shivering with want, hips giving tiny twitches against the blankets when he finally withdrew his fingers.

“See?” Geralt would say. “Such a cockslut. Getting off on sucking my dick. Bet you could come like that, couldn’t you? I could force my cock down into your throat, make you gag on it, and you’d take it just as well as if I were fucking you.”

Another little whimper escaped him, but Jaskier was, decidedly, a little too far gone to care. He pushed his fingers back inside of himself, not bothering to take it slow, his back arching a few degrees off the bed in reaction. He had to shove his hand over his mouth again to keep his sounds in, to keep from begging and keening like he wanted to, caught up in the fantasy, in the thought of Geralt fucking into him, making him take every inch, making him raw and aching and sore, filling him to the fucking brim--

There was a whisper of sound, a brush of air, just enough to get Jaskier’s attention, and when he opened his eyes-- oh fuck.

A dark face stood over him, silver strands of hair framing him. Geralt. Geralt. Oh, fucking shit.

Jaskier pulled his fingers out of himself, the obscenely wet sound of it suddenly loud in the silent dorm, the blankets on him too hot, his mind blanking for something to say. “Ger--Geralt!” he squeaked, dropping his hand from his mouth, his pupils still blown wide, his cock still hard and full beneath the very meager protection of the sheets. “This--this isn’t--it’s not what it, uh, what it looks like, I’m just--”

“Having a wank with my name in your mouth?” Geralt rumbled back at him, his brow raised. Jaskier withered, his lips pressing together. He’d really cocked this one up, hadn’t he? Shit. How was he going to make this up? Would he even be given the chance to try to fix it?

“I’m--look I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, let me just--”

A hand fitted over his mouth--but this time, it wasn’t Jaskier’s own. No, it was Geralt’s, his callouses rough on his soft lips, shutting him up. He swallowed hard, nearly audible, not sure what Geralt was going to do.

“You really should be more quiet,” Geralt told him. Then, to Jaskier’s surprise, the hand turned, and-- fuck. Geralt pushed two fingers against his lips, making them part, pressing in and sliding the pads of the digits against his tongue, pushing it down. “Every night, Jaskier. Every night for the past week. So stupidly loud. You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” He bent down, then, breaking the distance between them. Jaskier whimpered, not trying to close his mouth, nearly cross eyed in an attempt to see Geralt clearly. “You really think I wouldn’t want to fuck you if you asked?”

Oh. Oh.

Geralt must have seen the realization in his eyes. A smirk pulled up his lips; the next moment, Geralt snagged the blankets from the bed, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor. He pulled his fingers from his mouth, only to wipe them on Jaskier’s cheek, spreading his own spit. Jaskier whined. “Geralt, I--”

“Shush,” the other man said. He got up on the bed with him, pulling Jaskier’s legs around him, letting him dig his heels into the small of his back. Jaskier realized, with a thrill, that Geralt had gotten rid of his own trousers on the way over. His head threw back as their cocks pressed together, Geralt rutting down onto him mercilessly. “You don’t want everyone to hear, do you?” His hands found Jaskier’s wrists; pulling them up, he pinned them above his head with one hand, those incredible muscles flexing, the slats of moonlight through the window throwing each one into sharp relief. Jaskier opened and closed his hands, but didn’t fight back--didn’t want to.

Geralt’s free hand wrapped around them both. He gave a choked sob, doing his best to bite down on it, keep it in. He was spared, though, by Geralt bending and kissing him. It was a brutal thing. Tongue and teeth and force, Geralt opened him up, licked his way inside his mouth. It was so much--too much--and his lips were swollen and red when Geralt pulled back to instead start sucking on his throat, teeth gnawing bruises to the surface, tongue soothing the sting of them. They were high, too, a few just below his jaw; there was no way he’d be able to hide these marks. Geralt was making it very clear that Jaskier was owned. That Jaskier was his. And fuck, that had the power to turn him into a writhing mess, only keeping from babbling because Geralt had commanded him to be quiet.

Geralt’s hand moved from their cocks, then. He slid it down to his entrance, pushing two fingers inside—then grunting with surprise before adding a third, resistance appearing only at that point. “Fuck,” he growled, biting down on the crook of Jaskier’s neck and shoulder, making his entire body feel like it was turning to mush. “Thought you’d only gotten to two fingers. But you were really fucking yourself, weren’t you? No wonder you were moaning so loud.” Unwittingly, he mimicked Jaskier from only minutes before; he spread his fingers, forcing them wide open. This time, though, Jaskier couldn’t stop the desperate cry the fell from his lips, hips jerking, tears springing to his eyes from the delicious burn, the wonderful stretch.

He kept pushing, kept opening Jaskier until he was practically sobbing, his thighs trembling against the sides of Geralt’s hips. Finally, though, he seemed to take mercy on him.

He withdrew his fingers, instead grabbing Jaskier’s hands and pressing them to either side of his head, holding him down. With Jaskier’s legs around him, it was easy to rock their hips together, his cock sliding obscenely in the crevice of his ass, snagging on the rim of his entrance with each push upwards. “I’m gonna fuck you, Jask,” he growled to the man below him, who simply nodded frantically, eager. “Gonna make you scream.”

“Please,” Jaskier agreed frantically, nodding, flushed red and unable to hold still, twitching and shivering underneath Geralt. “Please, please, I want you to! Please, fuck me!”

Geralt’s chuckle was low, dark. He nipped Jaskier’s lower lip, carefully lined himself up—and slammed in.

His promise came true. Jaskier howled, his back arching, his heels dragging Geralt in closer. He made for a beautiful sight, utterly wrecked from just the first thrust, and Geralt was more than happy to make sure he had his fill. He didn’t hold back, either. Jaskier was already stretched. So Geralt set a brutal, punishing pace.

The slap of their bodies was obscene in the room, Jaskier’s cries of Geralt’s name both embarrassing and a relief to finally be able to say without repercussions. Geralt kept his hands pinned—again, no doubt bruises would be his friend come tomorrow, and Jaskier couldn’t be more excited—as he kept pounding into him, pushing him into the mattress, the bed frame creaking with the force of it all.

Geralt kissed him again, rough, taking what he wanted. He seemed to speed up; Jaskier could do nothing but take it, delirious with pleasure, the pressure in the low of his hips building and building.

Then, Geralt bit down on his throat, just below his ear. “Come for me,” he commanded, gravelly and dark and powerful—so much better than how Jaskier had imagined it. And so much more effective. A few thrusts later and Jaskier practically screamed, his body going taut as he came, painting between them white with his release, cock twitching until he was empty. But Geralt—Geralt kept going.

It dragged pained whimpers from him, the overstimulation too much, too soon. “I’ve got you,” Geralt told him, soothing him, settling him into accepting it. “Fuck, Jask. I’ve got you. Gonna fill you up. Make you take every last drop of my cum.”

Head thrown back, at Geralt’s mercy, Jaskier could do nothing but let him fuck into him, trembling through every inch. But finally— finally Geralt came. He snarled with it, his teeth snapping into Jaskier’s shoulder, holding him down as he pumped him full of his seed. He rocked into him, slower, shallower, as if trying to push his cum further into Jaskier, only stopping when he was growing soft inside him.

With care, Geralt pulled out. He shushed the tired whine that fell from Jaskier’s lips, turning him on his side and sidling up behind him. Jaskier floated pleasantly, sated and wrecked, utterly fucked out. Gods, his fantasies had never come close. Double gods— his fantasies might actually become a reality, now. Holy shit.

“Next time,” Geralt said, hooking a leg over top of his, keeping him tucked in close. “Just wake me up when you get horny.”

Oh, Jaskier thought. Hopefully Geralt didn’t mind missing a lot of sleep.

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guksthighs · 5 years

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The Stakeout || jhs

Your long-time crush on Hoseok is reciprocated during a drug bust.

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genre: police!au, fluff, slight angst

“Why did we insist on completing this stakeout with no relief team again?” Hoseok leant back in his chair, continuing to bounce a ball of the crumbling beige wall that had suspicious browning stains splattered in clusters.

You turned to look at your partner, his black hair was pushed out of his forehead with a hairband and wondered if you could plead mental instability in the court when asked why you would kill your partner and boss of three years because he wouldn’t stop talking.

Glueing your gaze on the door of the opposite building and fixing the lens of the camera to stop it from being blurry, you wondered how much longer you would have to wait at the alleged drug pick up point before your superior, Jung Hoseok, would agree that you had been misinformed.

That was unlikely but still, you could dream.

“It’s not that I’m taking away from your star performance on the field Y/N, it’s just- I might have come to the conclusion that two weeks of being cooped up into a hotel room together is sanity-destroying.” Hoseok was on radio duty, flicking through the channels in case anyone radioed a meeting in, but the familiar static that you had grown attuned to was no longer audible and you knew he was busy stalling from actually working.

“Stop talking like I’m enjoying this,” you replied, frowning at how snappy you sounded and with a sigh you pulled your gaze away from the door to meet Hoseok’s intense stare.

Both of you stared at each for a few moments before Hoseok laughed and ran a hand through his hair, “how could you not enjoy being cooped up with someone as handsome and fun as me?”

He batted his eyes in an exaggerated fashion before pouting slightly, causing you to laugh and as you moved to stand up, he leant over and placed a hand on your thigh, “if you’re so bored, wanna have sex?”

Your eyes widened, heart racing as you prayed Hoseok was joking because although you had been crushing on your boss for as long as you’d known him, you were certain there was a clause in your contract that said there were to be no workplace relationships.

After an extended awkward silence that left you whiplashed with shock, Hoseok cleared his throat and caught your eye, a huge blush spread over his cheeks and dyed the tips of his ears a scarlet red, “I was just joking.”

But before you could answer he was beginning to rise from his chair, slowly raising a finger to point at the door you had both been watching, “fuck they’re here.”

And that was all it took for both of you to lose the bashful “first love” act and become serious, as you reached for the camera and began to set it up to record the meeting, both of you grabbed your guns and vests before sprinting out of the apartment.

Even so, you couldn’t help but hope that Hoseok hadn’t been joking and that for once his own emotions had caught him off-guard.

“We have a 10-78,” Hoseok was running down the stairs behind you, his voice echoing around the stairwell, cold and commanding and in front of him you were sprinting, pulling your bulletproof vest on whilst trying not to fall flat on your face.

There had been busts that were famous for losing the only lead and ruining cases and it would be over your dead body that you would be cooped up in a room with Hoseok for two weeks again knowing you had to maintain a work relationship with him.

“All units are needed!” Hoseok sounded frustrated and you decided now was not the time to point out you weren’t wearing your trainers but a pair of bright yellow crocs. Now was the time to make a bust and that was all.

Finally you reached the bottom floor, pulling your gun from its holster you looked at Hoseok waiting for his nod to signal you could leave, but instead you found yourself staring at the small crease in the middle of his forehead, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting slightly as he waited for enough cover to attempt an arrest.

His shoulders rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath, and it was when you placed your gun back into the holster so you could lean forward and tighten the shoulder strap of his vest that Hoseok fell silent, and you felt the heat of his gaze burning into your scalp as you bit your lip and finished your action.

But before you could pull away Hoseok caught your hand in his and squeezed it, “stay safe detective,” with that he pulled you into his chest and pressed a kiss to your lips. And just as Hoseok began to pull back, you decided it was now or never.

Your hands moved from your sides to wrap around his waist, grabbed his waist so you could run your hands over Hoseok’s new undercut which had made your heart flutter since he’d first come in with his cut. He cleared his throat before glancing away to avoid your gaze and you don’t know if maybe he knew what was going to happen in that bust or if it was just luck that he managed to spout the words: “you know- I- I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

You were so shocked you were sure your face was hotter than the surface of the sun and you laughed before pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s lips, grinning as you replied, “I’ve felt the same Sir.”

Hoseok pulled away, his entire face flushed red, “so don’t you fucking die,” he whispered against your lips in a hot pant, “my star detective.” and you tried not to smile as you licked your lips and tasted the residual spearmint of his tongue, before placing one last kiss to his lips.

The static of the radio reminded you both of your situation and you jumped out of his hold, with a shy smile to yourself you touched your lips with the thought of Hoseok actually reciprocating your feelings causing your stomach to bubble with joy.

But then you heard the familiar click of a handgun being loaded, and looked up to see Hoseok clicking the safety off his gun before nodding for you to do the same. Quickly you pulled your gun out of its holster and flicked it off safety before nodding at Hoseok, biting your lip and sending a quick prayer to any omniscient being to protect him if this got out of hand.

With a final smile, Hoseok placed his left hand on the door handle, slowly bending it down before nodding at you and pulling the door open in one smooth movement before pointing his gun at the dealer as you aimed at the buyer, “you’re surrounded, drop everything and put your hands up.”

Your eyes were trained on the woman who was smiling a little to large, a black case was tightly in her grip and you watched her nod at the seller who placed a wad of money on the floor. His hands were trembling as he raised them but you felt something cold run down your back and that was when trench coat moved slightly in the wind and you saw what looked like the black strap of a gun holster.

“Sir-“ you started, but Hoseok was busy greeting the other units, who were now arriving with sirens and flashing blue lights, with curt nods and you attempted to warn him again, “Sir’”

“Not now Detective,” he whispered before pointing his gun at the woman who had placed a hand on her hip and was still looking worryingly okay, “Miss hands up and drop the case.”

“Go to hell!” The woman said and your body was moving before you could say anything, and it was as if in slow motion as her manicured fingers wrapped around a small automatic gun before aiming at Hoseok. Then upon seeing the shocked look he was giving you, she smiled, “die you fucking pig.”

The bullet would have hit you in the head if another officer hadn’t tackled the woman by the waist and floored her, using her distraction to take her down and keep the number of causalities to one.

In fact, the bullet skimmed you shoulder and left you laying on your front covered in your own blood and it was only when you watched Hoseok shove other officers to get to you that you began to feel the pain bleed into your bones, “where was she shot?” His eyes were wide and from the amount of blood that covered you, it was unclear to where the wound actually was, “is she dying?” He locked eyes with you and grasped your hand, “don’t you dare fucking die.”

With a cough, you nodded before turning your head to look at the officers detaining both criminals and quickly a medic arrived on the scene, one that was familiar with having to treat you following big cases.

“Woah Y/N, you managed to get shot this time,” Jimin laughed and signalled to his partner to help move you onto your back which led to you biting your lip so hard it drew blood. The medics were quick to find the bullet wound and even though it wasn’t life threatening, the close proximity to the gun and the extent of your shock resulted in you being loaded into an ambulance with Hoseok holding your hand through the entire process.

It was only when you were placed on a hospital trolley that Hoseok noticed your footwear, his eyebrows furrowing before he began to laugh, “Did you seriously just catch a major drug dealer in crocs?”

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Jessnote: BROOKLYN NINE NINE SEASON 2 EPISODE 11 !!!!! i’m hopelessly obsessed with my boy jake peralta and also i admit i love a man in a uniform sooo i give you a policeman!au~~ all the terms were from b99 bless and there might be a smuttier part two if wanted?

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warlock-enthusiast · 4 years

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Waking up slow

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Adam du Mortain x female Detective (in the future)

Detective Kat Kingston faces a murder, Unit Bravo and her mother. (Not always sticking with the canon)

Chapter 4: Drinking and thralls

AO3 link

Chapter 1 / 2 / 3

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“Another one?” Kat clinked their empty glasses together. “Another one! You go. I…” Tina tilted her head, carefully deciding if standing up seemed like a good decision or not. “Eh, just go!”

So, that was the answer to that.

Kat took a deep breath and pushed herself up. She’d tried to pace herself, one cocktail, one shot. And she’d failed spectacularly. After three cocktails and five shots, Kat felt wasted. Wobbly legs, a tad crossed-eyed and surely far too unsure of her surroundings. In hindsight, she’d never been particularly talented in going out without getting drunk. Probably in direct correlation with self-esteem and crippling bouts of depression. Tonight had all been about reminiscing about old times and forgetting the present for a while.

But, well. Kat wasn’t here to analyze herself. No, not today, Sir!

For once, she tried to forget about the case and past and her mother and just concentrate on being alive (and drunk). Pushing away the nagging conscience, which bothered her, because of two dead people and a killer on the loose.

Not to mention weird Doctor Murphy and his empty eyes and strange behaviour.

She leaned over the bar and smiled. “Tequila sunrise! Two.”

“Yes, Detective Kingston.” Chen raised a brow, said nothing, and turned around to mix the cocktails.

Getting back to Tina seemed more exhausting than before and her friend patted the empty space beside her. “Ah, wonderful. Come here.”

Kat followed her invitation. Their shoulders touched and she saw a reflection of the bar’s lights in Tina’s eyes. Always so pretty. Always so put together. She hoped that her friend would never lose her spark.

They’d almost shared a good cry earlier, talking about their past patrolling the streets together and missing each other terribly.

Tina looked relaxed now and drunk and raised the corner of her mouth, a cat waiting for some cream. “So, what’s going on with Unit Dashing? Any compromising situations?”

Of course.

Reading so many romance novels had put a special kind of imagination in her head. About wet, white shirts and fountains and romantic horse riding at the beach, not to mention a whole lot of passionate, nightly encounters.

To be completely fair, Kat had borrowed a few of the smuttier novels and indulged herself. A lack of romance in her life didn’t mean that she’d suddenly lost all of her baser instincts and needs. She puffed up her cheeks. “They’re driving me insane and they’re so full of shit at times.”

“No help then?” “Maybe a bit. Not much though.” Kat rubbed her eyes. “Well, Agent Sewell is helpful and really, really smart. And Agent Hauville is … how to describe it? A ray of sunshine. I like him, yes.”

She did . The observation surprised herself.

Though, Kat dreaded the day that Felix and Tina formed a bond. A future filled with endless pranks and much laughter and so much warmth. Actually, not the worst thing to imagine.

Maybe they should spent some time together.

Tina nodded, or tried to, because her movements seemed sluggish thanks to alcohol, and pinched Kat’s shoulder. “A toast to us then. We’re great.” “We are.”

“Yeah!”

“YEAH!”

TIna shuffled closer, her breath hot on Kat’s cheek. “Important question!” “Hm?” “Most handsome?” Tina’s eyes held a dreamy expression. “I vote for Nate. His eyes are just so, so pretty and I’ve always liked a bit of stubble and a good jawline.” “Eh.” “Come on, spill it. I’ve known you for years and we’ve talked about boys so so many times. Even about girls. I know your type.” Kat blushed and nearly spit out his name. “Adam.”

A moment passed.

Then another.

His name hung between them like some deep, dark secret, until Tina began to laugh and to pat Kat’s thigh. “Uh, like your guys cold, eh?”

Kat shook her head. “Remember Bobby?” “Sadly, yes.”

Both of them prefered to stay silent on the matter of Bobby to not ruin their evening.

“I don’t know. It’s just something …” Sighing, she rested her head on Tina’s shoulder. “Something about how he holds himself, always so tense and closed off. He’s clearly built a barrier between himself and the world and I just want to… you know, see what lingers beneath?”

“And you want to see him snap and press you against the nearest wall, ravishing you with his lips.” “MAYBE.” “OH… oooooh.” Tina giggled and wrapped an arm around Kat’s shoulder. “Look there.”

She hadn’t noticed how the bar suddenly went rather quiet. All the laughter and voices ebbing away with the presence of four Agency agents. And Kat knew, her short break was over with them in here.

Shit.

Adam’s dissapproving gaze made her squirm. It shifted from her bandaged hand right to her face, then to Tina drunkenly stumbling over her feet.

“You’re inebriated.”

“Yes. I’m drunk. Sorry, you had to find me here but I’m off duty and well, yes.”

Wonderful conversation.

Kat felt relieved that he hadn’t witnessed their earlier talks. She could live without him overhearing her swooning about him. Especially now, that his cold, green eyes watched her in such a disappointed manner. Her outfit looked ruffled and untidy with the first few buttons of her blouse open and her skirt too high on her thighs. Kat tried to make herself more presentable and earned a scuff from Adam.

“I need, uh, I need to ... “ Tina failed at standing up and used her arms to steady herself. Thankfully Nate came to her rescue and Kat noticed a faint blush sitting high on her friend’s cheeks, as he steadied her with his body. Ha!

“Have to go.” She pressed herself against Nate and let herself be guided to a cab.

Kat waved at her. “Write me when you get home!”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of fun, eh?” Felix tried to make light of the situation and earned a grunt from Mason, who already checked the bar’s drinks and ordered a round of something high in spirits.

“That is settled then.” Felix laughed and guided Kat back to the comfy chairs and sofas.

Drinking with Unit Bravo wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. Especially with Felix at her side and Nate’s soft smiles and voice. Mason prefered a chair, which let him watch a group of pretty college students, while also offering enough shadow to hide half of his face.

Adam’s shoulders and back seemed straight and tense, but the green of his eyes looked a bit less hard and cold as he talked with his teammates. They cared about each other. All the banter and manly grunting, they cared and they liked being in each other presence. Maybe Kat hadn’t noticed it earlier, but their bond ran deeper than that of colleagues.

Suddenly feeling a bit sappy, Kat got up. “I’ll go and get us a nightcap.”

Her phone beeped and she found a message from Tina, explaining that she just fell right into her bed, followed by a paragraph of eggplants emojis.

Smiling and rolling her eyes, she looked at Chen and ordered the drinks.

Kat didn’t expect Adam so close behind her. She felt his presence, the hard planes of his body. His hand rested near hers and his voice washed over her, while making small talk. Their hands touched, as both reached for the glasses. Helping with carrying the drinks, yes, of course. Her throat went dry and heat rose to her neck and face. Her heart picked up the pace and Adam appeared flustered as well.

For once, unsure of himself? His gaze lingered on her mouth and neck and drifted lower to her chest.

Something between shifted and fell into place. Just for a second, Kat seemed to know how to approach him and to go forward with this, this feelings.

The moment passed, but the warmth in her face lingered. Everything felt so complicated with him around him. Felix patted her back, seemingly knowing what was going on her head and Kat offered him half a smile.

At least, they could enjoy a drink in peace.

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To arrest the killer. To get answers. Murphy was the killer.

Kat’s hands formed fists.

She hadn’t been this angry in a while and almost felt the blood rush to her head. Trusting them didn’t get her far. Instead they just lied and lied and kept secrets. A part of her had doubted their intention from the start. Following and protecting her from what exactly? What the heck was going on? Did her mother order them to block important facts from the case? But they never answered her questions, just offered flimsy excuses. Unit Bravo probably slowed down her investigation as well. Would make sense. A part of this puzzle was missing and had been from the start. Kat felt in her bones.

Always so close, yet so far away from a satisfying answer.

Shit, shit, shit. Kat wished to be drunk again, but her mind seemed completely aware and clean and she cursed under her breath. They fucking knew the killer. They knew and did nothing. Let him roam around looking for more victims. And now they seemed against the idea of getting him?

“What…?”

Four people blocked her path. A vile stench filled her nostrils and Kat suppressed a scream. With their rotten skin and milky eyes, they reminded her of bad Zombie movies. Couldn’t be for Halloween and she hadn’t read about a convention in Wayhaven.

“... the fuck.”

They closed in on her and she found Unit Bravo at her side.

“Thralls.” Kat heard Mason grunt and then chaos exploded around her. She’d left her weapons back at the station and tried to remember her training. Shock made it hard, though, and she raised her hands, only to witness Mason clashing with one of those things. A sick crack echoed through the night and the rest of Unit Bravo joined the fight. Felix seemed unusually fast and quick, almost too fast for her eyes. Adam parried attacks with brute force, while Nate prefered a more elegant solution of evading and hitting.

Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her.

Their stench and slow movements froze her blood, but their words brought a whole new rush of fear.

“Bring Kat. Not kill.”

“Detective Kingston?” Another voice cut through her panicked mind and she turned around to find a pale Douglas standing outside of the bar. She hadn’t even seen him in there. He appeared like some deer in the headlights, drunk and afraid and as shocked as Kat felt.

One of these things turned around and focussed on him. “Kill witnesses.”

“Run, Douglas” In a spur of the moment decision, Kat put herself between them and Douglas and offered him a chance to flee. But what about her? She took a fighting stance, tried to punch her opponent and failed. Her knuckles hurt from trying to find some weak spot.

Strong fingers closed around her neck and lifted her from the ground. Darkness began to dance in front of her eyes and Kat’s body collided with a wall. Everything hurt and she fought against losing her consciousness and mind. Bile rose in her throat and Kat thanked her reflexes for poking that thing in the eyes and a moment to steady herself and watch her surroundings.

Unit Bravo fought with all the strength and skill of people their rank and training, but the thralls fought without holding back, without fear or tactics. Just an ongoing wall of force. She’d never felt so helpless or ill prepared.

Kat rose her arms. “We can help you! Please, calm down. It doesn’t have to end like this.”

But it did. For a moment, she thought that she’d seen some humanity returning to their faces, but Mason knocked them down, before anything else could happen.

She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering and questioning everything.

Kat found her voice to be high-pitched and panicked and she tried to met Adam’s gaze.

“Tell me what’s going on. What is happening here?” Almost a plea, but he didn’t answer. Kat felt tears well in the corner of her eyes, as she discovered the wound on Adam’s arm. It closed itself. One moment there had been a deep gash and the next … gone.

“Adam…”

A sickening crack ended their conversation. Kat felt blood on the back on her head. “Ugh.”

And she fell and fell and hoped that someone would catch her.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #kat kingston #headcanons #hadn't posted the third chapter #so two for one or something

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allthingskiszka · 5 years

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Fireside

Jake Kiszka x reader

This was a request by @chocolatealmondmilkshake: “Hey :) So I requested high and lazy a while ago, I was wondering if you could do another smuttier one with little fuckboy Jake turning all soft for the reader and ends up taking their virginity? (I'm a senior so this could be high school, but still 18 bc duh)” p.s sorry about any errors I will proof-read but may miss something

Request Open

Word Count: 2400+

Warning: Smut

It’s Friday night and you hanging out at the Kiszkas, you guys are celebrating the wrap of the school play. It was one of your last because you were a senior. You have known the Kiszkas for a long time, you got on with all of them really well. Ronnie knew the most about you, you guys would talk about everything under the sun. You were sitting at the fire next to Ronnie & Sam just having small talk, Josh was getting firewood, Danny was with Mackenzie getting beer, and Jake was making nice with the only two girls in drama he hasn’t slept with, besides you. You couldn’t lie to yourself you have the biggest crush on Jake, but he is a huge fuckboy, you, on the other hand, had one boyfriend during freshman year, for two weeks. After that relationship you stayed away from guys, not only was is awkward, but you also had to focused on school, plus high school boys suck. So needless to say you were a virgin who loves the biggest fuckboy you know.

“Earth to y/n, what do you think?” Sammy said breaking you out of your trance on Jake

“Huh, what do I think about what Sam? Sorry I zoned”

“I like to think I’m better looking than Jake, so I’m kinda offended you’re in love with him. But Ronnie and I were talking about music, it doesn’t even matter anymore” Ronnie giggled “I’m gonna go get a beer” Ronnie said getting up “I’ll come with” Sam got up and followed Ron. Josh came back to the fire struggling to carry the wood

“You need help, Josh?”

“Sure thing sweets, since Jake is obviously too busy” Josh said rolling his eyes and winking at you, you giggled “Yeah, yeah Josh, he looks so busy, can’t even lift a finger.” Jake snapped his head in your direction “What was that darling, if you need my help all you have to do is ask” he said as sarcasm dripped from his lips “I think Josh and I got it covered, you can go back to being a fuckboy now” Josh gasped and smiled, you laughed, and Jake smirked “She got you there Jake” Josh boomed

“Don’t worry Jake she’s just jealous you don’t find her as pretty as you find us”

“Yeah sweetie he’s not interested, you’re a loser” you were taking a back a little “Don’t worry girls he’s all yours” you said trying to cover the sadness in your voice. You couldn’t help to think what they said was true “Josh I’m gonna use the bathroom, grab a drink, you want one?”

“Yes sweets” you made your way to the house, you passed Sam and Ron on the way to the house. You went to the bathroom letting a couple tears slip down your face, you tried your best to gain composer. When you felt it no longer looked like you had been crying you made your way to the kitchen. You were surprised to see Jake standing among the liquor mixing a drink. He turned as you walked in the kitchen

“You want me to mix you something darling”

“I’m good just going to drink water”

“No fun, I’m stuck with a sober y/n all night long”

“Don’t worry you look preoccupied”

“Someone sounds jealous”

“In your dreams Jake”

“You were in my dreams last night” you burst out in laughter he smiled at you “That was super lame, Jakey” you rolled your eyes “Yeah but it got you to laugh, besides I told those girls to leave, only I can be mean to you. Besides your one of the coolest girls I know” he said sounding sincere, you turned crimson “Jake you are such a flirt, you know that”

“So I have been told” he said smirking

“It’s a total turn off”

“That’s a first”

“Well, Jake you flirt with anything with legs. Kinda gross”

“Yeah but I think you're my favorite darling”

“How many girls you use that line on?” You said giggling

“One” he said smiling brightly you rolled your eyes heading to the back door

“Don’t worry SWEETS I’ll grab Josh’s beer” he said putting emphasis on Josh’s nickname for you. You smiled to yourself he sounded jealous “Well Jake, who sounds jealous now” you heard the sounds of footsteps, he was trying to catch up to you Jake threw his arm around your shoulder “Oh I’m super jealous, actually it pisses me off, I think he does it on purposes”

“Why would he do it purposes”

“Because he knows I have a big fat crush on you”

“Hahaha good one Jake”

“Oh I’m not kidding, love” he shot you a wink and unwrapping his arm then he walked over to Josh and handed him his beer. you sat down on a log by yourself, Danny and Mac got back with the beer and joined you guys. it was just the Kiszkas, Danny, and Mac so you all were talking. Jake ran inside to get his guitar, he came back and sat next to you on the log.

“Why must we always sit around the fire and play music” Ronnie whined

“Becuase It’s what we do Ron, Rockstars in the making, plus any chance to hear y/n sing” Sam said sassily also shooting you a wink. You could feel jake tense next to you, which you thought was a little strange.

“I don’t know Sam, I’m not drunk enough to sing in front of future rockstars” you giggled

“Darling if you don’t sing, I won’t play” Jake said bumping you with his arm

“y/n don’t sing, we should go watch a movie” Ronnie begged

“Ron how about we jam for a little bit, then we will watch a movie”

“Yeah, yeah y/n you always say that, but then time gets away from us.” she giggled. Jake started to strum and the music took over. Ronnie wasn’t wrong, you guys played music for the next 2 hour laughing and talking every now and then. You started to grow tired “Guys you want to go watch a movie” you asked yawning & shivering getting cold as well, you noticed Ronnie perk up

“Yes, please it can be anything” Ronnie said sweetly you shivered again

“We can, I’m getting kinda sleepy sounds like a good idea to move the party inside” Josh said, Jake slipped off his jacket and put it over your shoulders he stood up “Shall we go inside?” he asked reaching his hand out you looked at it and laughed “I’m not holding that” you hit his hand getting up and running inside giggling you knew Jake was running after you. You felt his arms wrap around your waist picking you up off the ground throwing you on the couch “Why won’t you hold my hand babe?” you were a giggling fit, Jake looked at you smiling. This was your favorite Jake carefree and laughing, instead of mysterious, and dark.

“Someone has to give you a hard time”

“Is that so dork”

“Yeah” you smiled up at him, he was about to speak when you guys were interrupted by everyone else “Why don’t you two just get a room” sam shot, you felt your face heat up “I’m trying Sam, but y/n won’t give me a chance” he looked sad for a split second but recovered quickly you sat up, move to the end of the couch Jake sat down right next to you throwing his arm around the shoulder pulling you towards him. You didn’t fight you rested your head on his shoulder, Ronnie put in a movie, it was not long until you passed out on Jake. when you woke up you looked at your phone it read 3am, you removed yourself from Jakes grasp and went to get water. You noticed Jake was the only one in the living room sleeping on the couch with you. as you grabbed a glass out of the cabinet you felt arms snake around your waist, Jake mumbles in a raspy voice

“Why are you up”

“Guess I was thirsty, and you?”

“a pretty girl left my arms” he said just above a whisper

“I was gonna come back, I was just getting a drink”

“Yeah, Yeah” he let out a deep soft chuckle “You always leave darling, that's what makes you so different, and attractive. Just one thing on the endless list”

“Jake how are you so smooth, even at 3am”

“Because I like you a lot and I want to make you mine, but you always turn me down and that just makes me try harder” he bluntly stated you turned and looked him in the eyes they were full of an emotion you have never seen before you didn’t say anything you just stared at him he looked back he brought his hand up to your jawline and rubbed it “You are so beautiful y/n, and I hope you know that, and right now I’m shaking in my boots you make me so fucking nervous” he said so silently “Jake you scare me, you’ve been with so many people how do I know you aren’t just saying things to get in my pants”

“I’m not doing that, you really think I sleep with everyone?” he said with angry and sadness in his voice “why wouldn’t I, you are always flirting and bragging about it” he looked at you nodding “Darling I wouldn’t lie to you, I haven’t slept with that many girls”

“Oh yeah I’m so sure” you said breaking from his arms going to the sink “I have only slept with 2 girls y/n, not 10, not 20, I’m not the fuckboy you think I am” you heard his voice crack, you looked at him he was gripping the counter with his head down “Awh Jake I feel like an asshole” you said walking over to him taking your hands and rubbing his back. He turned to look at you when you looked at his face it hit you he really cares about you, you saw longing, sadness, love, and hope all in his eyes. “Don’t feel like an asshole babe, I deserve it, I only flirted with all those girls to make you jealous”

“What, you dick” you started to giggle slapping his chest as he pulled you back into a hug you stopped and looked at Jake in his eyes. He started to lean in you closed the gap as soon as your lips touched you felt fireworks, you never believed that was really feeling people actually got. Jake broke the kiss “Whoa I never felt that before, did you feel that?” you just nodded and pulled him back in for another kiss you could feel him smiling into the kiss. He deepened the kiss, you let out a little moan when he started to run his hands down your body squeezing your hips pulling you closer, he slipped his tongue in when you moaned seizing the moment. He tapped your leg signaling you to jump you did he caught you, you started to giggle as he made his way up to his room he brightly smiling at you, kissing you passionately. he threw you on the bed hovering over top of you he stared for just a moment before you pulled him on top of you, thing were picking up he took his shirt off you took yours off he traced his hand over your upper body lightly grabbing your boob, you felt the heat increase between your legs you moaned sending your hips up to meet his crotch, he let out a groan he slowly kissed down your body making it to your leggings he looked at you “Can I take the off babe?” you nodded vigorously he slipped them off of you and spread your legs in awe of your wetness “Can I touch you”

“yes” you breathly stated he lightly grazed his finger between your lips “So wet” he started to pick up the pace rubbing your clit, he inserted his finger and you cried out “Babe try to keep it down, people are sleeping” you nodded moving your hips to feel his contact he smiled and inserted his fingers again and starting to pump fast, you felt your walls close in on you, you gripped the sheets trying to stay quiet “I’m cumming Jake” he watched you in awe once you were done he climbed back up connecting your lips “Jake I want you” he smirked in the kiss, he started to wiggle out of his pants reaching for the condom in his nightstand. He placeing it on his dick and gave it a few pumps he looked at you one more time “You sure you want to do this?”

“I’m positive” he inserted himself and you winced at the size “Go slow Jake, it’s my first time” he looked at you with wide eye and stayed still “Why didn’t you tell me” he brought his thumb up to your cheek “I didn’t think it was important” you smiled at him “everything about you is important, I would have gone slower” he smiled at you “You can start now Jake I think I’m adjusted” he started to thrust in and out of you taking it slow at first you let out soft moans and he groaned. He picked up the pace you ran your hands down his back and threw your head back “I’m close Jake” he groaned “Me too darling” you tightened your walls around his cock and he let out a whimper “ahh fuck babe you feel so tight” it not long until you curl your toes and your eyes roll back in your head you clench one more time around Jakes cock and let yourself go, Jake follows closely behind. He collapses next to you, both of you breathing heavy. “That was amazing Babe” Jake said raspily “Your not to bad yourself Jakey” you said rolling on your side looking up at Jake he rolled to face you as well. He draped his arms around you leaning in for a tender kiss

“Hey darling”

“Yes Jake”

“Will you be my girl”

“Of course” he pulled you back in for another kiss smiling against your lips you broke the kiss and laid your head on his chest. You guys fell asleep in each other's arms with big smiles plastered on your faces.

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reylo-solo · 5 years

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two can play

Thanks to @forcebaby732 for the prompt! This got...a little smuttier than originally intended BUT not so smutty that the sweet dorkiness of the original premise was lost (I hope)! tl;dr: I had lots of fun writing this! 😁 enjoy!

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He could feel the hot, dry air of whatever desert planet she was on this week. It pulled the moisture from his skin and made his hair stick to his face and neck. He couldn’t see the sun but he could feel its rays beating down on him; like warm fingers on those hot summer nights, running their course across his shoulders, arms, cheekbones and chest, until he could feel the fine trickle of sweat run down his spine.

It was warm, and it certainly made him breathe a little harder, but he liked it. It was invigorating. He soaked up the sun’s energy and felt it course through his veins. The sand beneath her feet was only scorching hot on the outermost layer; beneath it was cool and refreshing as a mountain stream. She dug her toes into it and so did he.

She could hear him, feel him, all around her. His quick, hard breaths, accentuating his every twist, turn, dodge and jab. She could feel his fire, his determination, to an almost overwhelming degree, but it drove her like nothing else could. His quickened pulse danced in her own veins, as hers did in his, until both beat completely in time. Two bodies, one heartbeat, two minds, melded together in impossible ways.

This was their dance. They had perfected it together. And they performed it impeccably.

When they trained, their minds became significantly more focused. They isolated themselves for clarity and for quiet. This allowed their connection to open, and their bodies to synchronize. It was easy to fall into one another in these personal moments. They had each come to appreciate this over time.

Kylo opened his eyes and thought of her, and suddenly there she was, right next to him, her hair pulled back and her brow set in steady concentration. She spun, lept, dodged, and lunged so smoothly, like a dancer or an acrobat, each move more enchanting to watch than the last. She had been blessed with incredible foresight and resolve, and each played a critical role in her fighting style. Kylo’s style, on the other hand, was much more obvious, swift, and brutal. His focus was more on dominance and destruction than carefully planned-out attacks. But they had still managed to learn valuable lessons and skills from one another thanks to their mysterious bond.

As Kylo watched her now, he came to a sudden realization which amused him. She moved so fluidly, never giving pause, constantly darting from left to right and all around, forcing her opponent to chase her. She is a distraction as much as she is a threat, to be sure, he thought. Yes, that was it. She was distracting. Well, he could be distracting, too.

He slipped his dampened shirt over his head with ease, and tossed it into a corner. Then, he picked up his practice staff and lunged at her as she had her eyes closed. The cracking noise of their staffs crossing one another made her eyes snap open, and in an instant she took in all that was happening before her.

Kylo was shirtless, and the efforts of his workout gleamed upon the gentle slopes of his chest and stomach. Not only that, but he also had his staff crossed with hers right in front of her face, and was looking down at her with a smug, crooked smile upon his handsome, flushed face.

It worked! She’s incapacitated…

But it was only for a moment. One brief moment, and then her head was back in the game. She took to grinning and pushed against him, forcing their crossed weapons closer to him than to her.

“What are you doing?” she asked, clearly humoured by him.

“Distracting you,”

He tipped the bottom end of her staff upwards with the end of his own, knocking her centre of balance just slightly off-kilter, and with another well-timed twist of his weapon sent her stumbling backwards several paces.

Suddenly they were dancing across the length of his gym room aboard the Finalizer. She kept trying to correct her hold on her staff and he continuously slapped it just a little out of place, until eventually he had her against a wall, where he bared down on her with his staff held horizontally across her throat. She grunted, using her own staff as a brace against his, the only thing between him and “victory”.

“It seems like it’s working.” He squinted at her, still smiling. He was testing her.

She huffed, blowing a stray grouping of hair out of her eyes. “You sound awfully confident,” she mused.

She ducked down, easily slipping out of his grasp so that he stumbled to catch himself lest he fall into the wall. She placed the blunt end of her staff between his shoulder blades, not applying enough pressure to hurt him, but rather the barest amount of it, just so he would know that she had him.

“Especially considering the fact that you’re wrong.”

Kylo dropped his staff in mock defeat, putting up his hands. She allowed him to turn around slowly.

“Maybe I am,” he agreed modestly. “Oh, but then again…”

He ducked, faster than she could react to it, grabbed his staff and swung it at her feet, attempting to trip her. But she jumped just in time to dodge it and as he darted around her she spun too, correcting herself like a cat trying to land on its feet.

“Maybe I’m not!” he chorused, a wild grin breaking out upon his face.

She chased him along the length of his gym before they reached an impasse. They began circling one another. It was now a waiting game; who would make the first move?

Kylo’s chest was heaving as he caught his breath, and his entire body seemed to move to fill and empty his lungs. His broad shoulders rose and fell like the crashing waves on the rocky shores of Ahch-To, and the well-muscled planes of his stomach moved and shifted hypnotically with each great breath of air. It was as though he had been carved from stone and had come to life; this great mythical being who had descended from the starry heavens eons ago, designed by the gods themselves. Rey struggled to keep her eyes locked with his, to perceive any sign of an attack. There were so many other things about him in that moment that she’d rather look at.

If his method was to distract her, it was working, and judging by the victorious look on his face he knew that, too. But Rey was no abashed, young fool. She knew what to do.

“If distraction is the game,” she said, smirking, “then I hope you know two can play.”

Still circling him, she threw her staff off to the side and began to unravel the carefully-tied cloth of her shirt. It fell away in ribbons until she had exposed herself to him, and she very quickly reaped the benefits of having done so.

His smile quickly disappeared as his jaw fell slack, and his eyes grew wide, helpless as they were to the lure of her freckled breasts and the warm, rosy hue of her nipples. He couldn’t help but admire the beads of sweat which gathered in her cleavage, and he felt a sudden urge to taste their salty sweetness upon the tip of his tongue.

Something strange happened to him just then. His mind seemed to just...shut off. He wasn’t even sure if he was breathing or not, and he didn’t care. Am I supposed to be monitoring that? He thought, in some far-off recess of his mind. Oh, kriff. I can’t remember how to breathe!

A thrill of excitement ran up Rey’s spine as she watched her spell enchant him. When she knew she had him right where she wanted him, she drew her staff back into her palm by commanding it with the Force. Then, she charged him, taking him completely by surprise. They fell together onto the padded mats of the Finalizer’s gym floors. They fell together, onto the dusty, warm sands of a desert planet. Kylo landed with a heavy “oomph!”.

When he opened his eyes after the fall, all he could see was Rey looming over him, the blunt edge of her staff now pressed square in the middle of his bare chest. Ah. The kill shot. Damn it.

She was smiling wildly, her hair all a mess, and her own chest now heaving, drawing his eye. He wondered briefly if she could feel it, as he felt it: that taught, pulsating ache, deep within that enchanted place between her legs. Could she feel him aching for her, too? As if she had heard his thoughts, she lowered her hips to his until he emitted a small gasp from the light pressure of her there; she held the potential for his release and he felt helpless to ask for it.

“Ahh,” she moaned, raising her eyebrows. “I believe this means I’ve won.”

Still breathless, Kylo smirked. Sure, she made him feel like anything was possible, but how much of an ambitious fool could he be? She had been distracting him from day one, before he had even laid eyes on her. All he had wanted to know about had been the girl. Now here she was, and she still commanded his attentions at every turn.

“Of course,” he agreed. “How did I ever think I could beat you at your own game?”

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